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They Used My BBW Wife by Watcher (vanavy42@yahoo.com)
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A husband's fantasy to see his wife excite his co-workers gets out of hand as a conservative bbw wife gets used and humiliated while her husband is made to watch. (M+/F, nc, rp, voy, BBW-wife, alcohol)
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I was fairly new at my job at the auto dealership, just recently retired from the military. I didn't really know what to do with myself. I had been married right out of high school to the most beautiful woman in the world. Cammi had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, with the sweetest personality you could ever imagine. She was a middle school teacher, in her 16th year of teaching, and active in the church.
She was always a larger girl in high school, easily the most endowed in her class, but she struggled with her weight even then. Now at 38, she was even more beautiful. She had gained weight, about another 40 pounds since high school; however, she seemed to glow. Her lips were fuller, her skin healthy. She has always taken care of herself and seldom left the house without her makeup and hair perfect.
She turned heads in the mall or grocery store, especially with the size of her huge breasts. Cammi was shy about her large attributes, and had been talking to a specialist about her back problems caused by her massive udders. As a sophomore in high school, she had been a plump 40d, now she was a full 44-F cup, attempting to stuff them unsuccessfully in a DD-cup, since it was largest size they normally sold at Wal- Mart without having to special order them at much higher prices. As a result, Cammi's huge breasts squeezed out of the top and sides of her overworked bra.
I had been working for the car dealership for about six months, and was eager to fit in. Most of the employees were a lot younger than me. With two daughters in high school, we were trying to put away every cent we had for the high cost of tuition.
Cammi had been up to my work several times since I began work there, and just like at the grocery store, she turned heads there too. Her breasts were just too noticeable. She was embarrassed easily and often left there with her head down, trying not to look anyone in the eye. Her massive jugs heaving up and down as she retreated to her car after bringing me the lunch I had intentionally forgotten.
Yes intentionally, I can't help it, ever since high school, the thought of other people looking at my wife excites me. I don't know why. But now as I watched an entire garage full of auto mechanics watching my wife walk away in her prim and proper conservative skirt and blouse, I was hardening in my pants.
I could hear the lewd comments coming from the garage area, some referring to her huge fat tits, telling the other want they wanted to do to my wife, while others calling her a fat fucking pig. At these times, after she left, I purposely found a reason to go into the garage to overhear their lewd comments. They silenced most of their comments; however, Dan, the foreman, was still discussing my wife's tits with several other guys over in the corner of the shop.
They were laughing now, and obviously unconcerned about my presence. Dan turned to me, laughing, "How's the wife, Don old buddy?" Several of them laughed and watched my face to see my response. "Cammi is doing fine, thanks for asking," I replied. George, a close friend of Dan's added, "She certainly is Don," which drew another round of laughs. Dan added, "If you ever need any help around the house, please let me know," winking at me. Everyone laughed at Dan's obvious intent. I pretended to be ignorant to the situation and walked away embarrassed.
The following week, Dan and the rest of the guys were sitting around during lunch and called me over. Smiling, Dan said, "A bunch of us and our wives are getting together at my house this weekend. Why don't you bring the wife?" I didn't respond at first, just surprised that they had even ask me. I stuttered uneasily at first and replied, "sounds great."
My shaky reply sounded like the kid who finally got picked to play kickball in school after never having been picked before. "Great," Dan added, "Just make sure you bring your swimsuits," I replied that I would, but Cammi probably wouldn't swim.
"Oh, I don't have a pool, but I have a nice new hot tub, I'm sure she would love to relax in it."
I stammered, "O-okay," and turned around, missing the winks and smirks behind me.
When I arrived home that evening, I couldn't wait to tell Cammi about the invite and the chance to meet new friends. Additionally, I was excited at the prospect of the guys actually getting close enough to Cammi to talk to her and ogle her breasts up close.
At first, she was reluctant to go. Cammi never felt comfortable in social situations, let alone one with no one she knew. I finally convinced her that it would be fun and she agreed to at least go for a while. I told her we were supposed to bring our swimsuits but as I thought, she replied "no way." I was hard thinking of my well-endowed wife wearing a swimsuit in front of all my co-workers.
The following Saturday afternoon, Cammi was getting ready for our night at Dan's house. Cammi looked at beautiful as usual. Pink frosted lipstick, hair perfect, and light blue eye shadow. Cammi never wore gaudy jewelry and now only sported her large two-carat wedding ring and a simple gold cross around her smooth creamy neck.
Cammi was wearing her new white skirt and a button up white blouse with tiny pearl buttons. It was lightweight and airy since it was still the middle of August. Cammi's huge bra was visible beneath the blouse, making her a bit uncomfortable. I assured her she looked great and inside I couldn't wait to see my co-workers expressions when they saw my voluptuous wife.
"I thought you knew where you were going," Cammi said worriedly. We had been driving down a deserted road for about five miles. Dan's house was well hidden off the main road but I was pretty sure that I had written the directions down correctly. We both spied the mailbox up ahead and breathed a sigh of relief when we realized we weren't lost. Dan's house was a beautiful log cabin on several acres.
We went to the door; however, the sign on the front door said the party was in the back. We went around back and the first thing Cammi noticed that no other wives were there. A chill went down my back. I had fantasized all day about secretly watching my co- workers ogle my wife. However, something seemed out of place.
I had a bad feeling. I was no longer sure that my invitation was because everyone was trying to be nice. Half the body shop was there. At least a dozen guys, mostly shirtless, younger, and already ***** were in the back yard. Upon our arrival, most of them let out a loud roar, which made me even more nervous.
"Hell yeah" shouted one overweight, ***** guy who I only knew as "meat." Several guys were playing volleyball and others were playing horseshoes. A beer was thrust into my hand and a wine cooler into Cammi's'. Cammi rarely drank, just a glass of wine for special occasions.
I watched as Cammi nervously gulped down half her wine cooler. I knew she was very nervous and uncomfortable. She was fidgeting and the only thing in her hands was the wine cooler, so she absent-mindedly gulped it down. Dan saw us from a distance and came over to welcome us.
He served Cammi another wine cooler and Cammi resisted; however, Dan called her a party pooper and made her take it. "Looking good baby" Dan said. Cammi flushed quickly from the lewd comment and from the hot overhead sun. Cammi's huge breasts were becoming more and more visible as the heat made her sweat like a sow in the middle of August, causing her straining blouse to stick to her heaving sweaty jugs, trapped inside her overstuffed bra.
I was desperately trying to keep an eye on my wife, but Dan grabbed my arm and asked me to give him a hand. Out of the back of his truck he had me help him lug several large containers of peanut oil to his back deck. "Frying turkeys Dan?" I asked, and Dan replied, I thought I would do something special for all the guys. What a nice gesture I thought. Little did I know what he really meant.
All the guys made an obvious gesture to get closer to Cammi and welcome her to the party. She asked several where their wives or girlfriends were, and most just laughed and didn't respond. Cammi was now drinking her third wine cooler and I knew I had to stop her from drinking anymore. But before I could intervene, I was drug off to the volleyball court for a six on six game.
I was terrible in sports and couldn't figure out why they wanted to play. It soon became obvious as I finally got a break and made a beeline to Cammi over surrounded by several men. She was obviously *****, her speech slurred slightly, and she was swaying and struggling to keep her balance.
I told Cammi I think she had enough, but another one was ****** into her hand. Then several of them pulled her toward the volleyball court, joking they had a "virgin" player. At least Cammi would have to stop drinking while she played and I felt some relief. My relief was short lived.
Cammi was pushed out onto the volleyball court and it was soon obvious why. The guys were intentionally hitting it to Cammi, who was struggling to hit the ball. Every time she hit the ball, her huge breasts bounced up and down putting on a show for all the guys. Her huge jugs were bouncing and jiggling inside her damp shirt like two huge basketballs.
Everyone had surrounded the volleyball court now and over twenty sets of eyes were locked onto my wife's heaving chest, wondering which button was going to be the first to go. It didn't take long. One in the middle had popped open and the others were now working harder. Cammi's sturdy white bra was clearly visible as were the sides of her humongous tits. All the guys were hooting and hollering and I shouted for Cammi's attention.
Two guys quickly told me to shut the fuck up and watch the show. I didn't say a word as the button below the first gave way. Now the bottom of her bra and her ample belly flesh was visible. "Look at the size of those fucking tits" I heard behind me. "Fucking cow udders" another said. Another added "She's a fat fucking cow but she's got my fucking cock hard." I cringed and quickly realized my fantasy was getting completely out of control.
Cammi was trying her best, thinking she was playing well with all the guys cheering her on. Her big wide ass was stretching the material of her new skirt every time she bent over and the seam was getting some definite stress. "Look at the fucking fat ass," a Mexican guy I knew as Juan said behind me. I watched in horror, as a tiny split in the seam appeared right before our eyes.
"Oh yeah," Juan said in my ear, laughing he added, "you don't mind me looking at your wife's fat white ass do you?" I heard a cheer and came out of my stupor as another button on my wife's blouse came open and now her huge tits were bursting out through her blouse folds, Cammi completely oblivious to it. You could just start seeing her big jiggling melons above her bra.
Only one button remained on top and the guys were now hitting shots high to her requiring her to jump straight up with her arms, which put more pressure on the little pearl button holding back my wife's massive udders. Suddenly, the last button gave way, and Cammi's huge bra encased tits came into complete view. Cammi finally noticed it and turned beet red.
Several guys around her saw her reaction and quickly replied it was no worse than wearing a bikini top, in fact, her bra covered more one said. True for most woman; however, my wife's huge tits squeezed out around the top and sides of the massive bra, easily a cup size or two too small. My wife, nervous and embarrassed now, tried to button it up, but the drinks had gotten to her and she seemed confused that the buttons weren't there.
One of the guys now pulled the open blouse off my wife telling her that it would just get ruined if she left it on. "Okay," Cammi replied nervously."
Now my chubby wife was standing in the middle of the sand pit, in her overstuffed bra, a skirt that had a small rip across the broadest part of her fat ass. She was sweating profusely; sweat running down her face, neck, and between her huge breasts. They started playing again and their next target frightened me even more.
It was one thing to want to see my wife's big tits, but now guys were pointing out my wife's taut skirt and the rip that had started. During the next couple of plays, two guys next to her, "accidentally" got their fingers into the small one inch tear and managed to enlarge it a full six inches. Now my wife's big round ass was visible, encased in white silk panties.
A couple of plays later it was not a gaping split, a full foot in length and the tops of my wife's thick creamy white thighs were visible. Cammi's big round ass cheeks pushed out through the split every time she leaned over to hit a shot. Her huge tits jiggled and wobbled inside her bra, making everyone around the sand pit hard. Cammi's big round ass was protruding through the seam of her dress, like two huge beach balls encased in white silk.
Suddenly, one of the body shop painters gripped her skirt in both hands and pulled it hard, ripping it from my wife's waistline to the hem. Cammi had no idea what he had done and now her big soft ass cheeks were *******, only contained by her white silk panties.
"Look at that big ole ass," the guy next to me whispered. He was rubbing his crotch area where I glanced and gasped when I saw the trace of a huge bulge nearly halfway down his thigh.
It was then that I knew they intended on fucking my wife, unlike anything I had ever even fantasized about. I knew this was not going to be pretty and I was suddenly very nervous and scared, wishing I could get my wife out of there, then and now. Cammi lunged for a ball and fell, the whole group around pit got eerily silent.
My wife was displayed on all fours, her huge round plump ass sticking out invitingly through her torn skirt, which had ridden up around her thick creamy white thighs. Her huge breasts, the bra straining mightily to keep them off the sand, only emphasized their massive weight and size.
Dan broke the silence as several men helped my wife to her feet, grinning from ear to ear as they watched her voluptuous body rise. "Damn, it sure is fucking hot out here, let's all go cool off." Everyone gathered up around Dan's back deck one of the painters got the water hose on and started spraying everyone to cool them down, but his intentions were soon well known.
In a short period of time, it became a spray Cammi down exercise as her bra and panties were plastered against her skin. Her huge nipples, despite the density of the bra, were now visible and her fat plump cunt was clearly visible beneath her soaked panties. "Damn, your wife has nice big fucking tits Don," one of the workers said next to me. He was grinning wildly, his eyes fixed on my wife's huge breasts.
Several guys were now playing drinking games now, and they pretty much pushed Cammi over to the table urging her to play. "I've had enough" my wife told them, "nonsense, we are just getting started Dan said." The way he replied sent chills through my body. They were now teaching Cammi to play quarters, everyone getting close up looks at my wife's huge tits, held up by her six hook bra.
Several times during play, guys intentionally bounced quarters into my wife's massive cleavage, watching intently as she fished them out of the vast valley. After several rounds of quarters and my wife chugging down several more wine coolers, the guys were finally ready to check out the hot tub.
"Come on Cammi, let's get in the hot tub and relax. I went to get in with my wife," but several guys held me up and said, "Don, your turn to play quarters." Despite my protest, I too was soon chugging beers as 6 or 8 guys climbed into the hot tub with my wife.
A few minutes later, one of the body shop mechanics came over to the table and asked Dan where the outlet valve was. Dan gave the guy a nasty look and was visibly upset, gesturing toward me. I had no idea why Dan was upset that I heard the question, so I ignored it. "Make sure you get most of it out before you add the oil Rick," Dan added as the guy walked away. "Oh, getting your cooker ready Dan?," I asked. Everyone laughed and Dan snorted. "Yeah well Don, you need a lot of oil to get the meat ready for this many guys." Everyone laughed again.
"What are you doing!," I heard my wife yell. I jumped up and everyone got up with me following me to the hot tub. I was confused and didn't understand why my wife and the six guys in the hot tub were now sitting with only a foot of water left in the hot tub. I asked if there was a problem with the hot tub, and Dan replied eerily, "No Don, no problem. You see, with the water out and with the depth of the hot tub, your wife will have a tough time getting out of there." I couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Still can't figure it out Don? Well maybe this will help. Get the oil boys."
Suddenly several guys were dumping gallons of oil into the hot tub. One of the guys dumped it right in my wife's lap and over her bra, Cammi standing up quickly and trying to lift herself out, but with oil all over her hands and the sides of the tub, it was useless. Don't worry Cammi, its like oil wrestling or jello wrestling, it just part of the games we always do out here. Cammi, well intoxicated, nervously replied "Ok," her voice a little unsteady.
The four guys in the hot tub with her were splashing in the oil water mixture now, making sure that my wife got covered in it. My wife's huge globes were now oiled, packaged tightly in her huge white bra. Everyone had gathered around the hot tub now, and it was difficult to see my wife with all the guys around the tub. Don was kneeling down to me, I on my knees. He whispered in my ear, "About time for that pretty big-titted wife of yours to lose that fucking bra ain't it Don?"
I could hardly find my voice, and it came out like a whisper, "no, please," I said. Don just sneered. I saw him wink at a couple of the guys on the edge of the hot tub who were sitting right above my wife who was now sitting in the hot tub, the water oil level just below her oil soaked panties and thighs.
I watched in horror as the guy in back of Cammi, ever so slightly eased Cammi's right bra strap off her shoulder. The guy on the left, followed his same move. The drinks had gotten Cammi to the point she didn't realize her bra straps were now hanging useless on her upper arms. Cammi's heaving jugs had sagged a couple of inches, now resting down over her belly button.
Everyone was focused now on my wife's heaving chest. Every breath she took caused her massive jugs to expand and contract in her overworked bra. Suddenly, one of the guys reached over my wife's shoulders, grabbed a hold of the bottom of her bra and jerked it upward. Suddenly, my wife's massive udders were fully *******, sagging nearly to her waist. Their sudden freedom caused them to tumble down and jiggle back and forth. Cammi screamed, but the roar from everyone coupled with the hoots and hollers drowned her out.
Hands were all over my wife's huge tits now, oiling them up, her nipples stiffening at the sudden ********. Her huge tits were getting mauled, pinched, and slapped as my wife was helpless against the onslaught. Cammi was struggling to get to her feet and I was reaching for her to give her my hand, but both of us didn't realize it was the worst thing to do. Now Cammi was standing, her huge ass clad only in her oil soaked panties offered a new target for their hands.
"$100 for the fat bitch's panties," someone yelled. Suddenly, a dark hand went to the front of my wife's panties and grabbed her in her crotch. Pulling will all his strength, I watched sickeningly as my wife's white silk panties stretched, the backs disappearing in- between her huge ass cheeks. Her panties waistband was disappearing in-between the folds of her thick hips. The front of her panties was not out about six inches, and several other hands were snaking down my wife's panties grabbing her cunt.
My wife was still holding my hand, looking pleadingly into my eyes, now wide with fear as suddenly her panties gave way and she was now standing in the hot tub full of men, naked except for her useless bra, unhooked, hanging off her meaty upper arms and under her neck. I looked in back of my wife and saw several of the huge mechanics taking off their shorts, their huge cocks swinging, my wife clueless to what was going on in back of her.
"Perfect," Dan said, as suddenly my wife's bra was ripped off her body and used to crudely tie my wife's one outstretched hand to mine. Now my wife and I were linked, I outside the hot tub, Cammi standing inside.
I watched in horror as my wife tried to fend off the onslaught with one hand, as her huge tits were abused and more and more cocks were entering the hot tub. Cammi suddenly screamed and tried to turn her head as one of the guys was gripping her wide hips and preparing to fuck my wife's big ass from behind. Her eyes widened as I heard his huge cock enter her oiled pussy. "Oh yeah that's a good cunt," the mechanic yelled.
I watched in horror as they took her from behind again and again. Grabbing her hair, pulling her hair, squeezing my wife's huge hanging udders while they took turns using her pussy. While they were still fucking her from behind, one guy suddenly straddled her back, grinning ear to ear. "Watch this boys," he said.
He reached around and put two fingers in each side of my wife's mouth, stretching her mouth open, and yelling, "New hole open!" Guys quickly stood in line and took turns face fucking my wife. I couldn't even see my wife now, just hearing the deep guttural sound she was making as cock after cock assaulted her beautiful face.
Suddenly I got a glimpse of my wife and I couldn't believe the grotesque site I was seeing was my darling wife. Her face was a slimy gob of white liquid with the only dark patch being the cavern her mouth. Deep pools of cum filled Cammi's eye sockets. The white viscous substance ran down her cheeks, falling off her face in long lines to the hot tub deck. Her forehead was covered, cum running down her long hair, the strands covered in goo.
An outline of drops mirrored her head on the deck. Cammi couldn't breathe through her nose, cum had flowed deep into her nostrils. She could only breathe between the thrusting cocks that filled her mouth. Bubbles expanded from her nose as she tried to take in much needed air. She already swallowed what must have been cups, and cups of cum.
What she could no longer swallow gathered in pools in her mouth. Cum flowed from her mouth as she tried in vain to vomit up the vile substance from her belly. Thick gooey blobs coated her cheeks half an inch thick. White streamers shot into her hair, some hanging down at eye level and bobbing back and forth as she was fucked.
Creamy mucus covered her eyes, practically gluing them shut. Ivory jelly coated her nose, lips and chin, dripping down her neck and breasts. Some even lay on her ears and shoulders, as those who couldn't wait and couldn't get close enough to her face chose a different target to blast their cum.
Odd lines of cum marked her belly and crossed her huge tits. Her eyes were invisible under the pools of sperm. Her forehead, her cheeks, the cum literally hung from her face. Her nostrils were filled with spunk. It had drained back down into her throat through her nose.
Unbroken lines of cum dangled from her head to the floor, running over her hair, once beautiful, smooth, long blond hair. "Room for one more," a man said behind her, and I watched as one of her arms was pulled up and over her head. The man wrapped the few remaining uncoated strands of her silky blonde hair around his prick, and then he placed her wedding ring clad hand around his big root and started her moving.
"You just jack me off honey, and I'll give you a cum shampoo," Dan whispered into my ear, "Wait until we take her into the barn Don." And everyone laughed as I closed my eyes and prayed.
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A husband's fantasy to see his wife excite his co-workers gets out of hand as a conservative bbw wife gets used and humiliated while her husband is made to watch. (M+/F, nc, rp, voy, BBW-wife, alcohol)
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I was fairly new at my job at the auto dealership, just recently retired from the military. I didn't really know what to do with myself. I had been married right out of high school to the most beautiful woman in the world. Cammi had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, with the sweetest personality you could ever imagine. She was a middle school teacher, in her 16th year of teaching, and active in the church.
She was always a larger girl in high school, easily the most endowed in her class, but she struggled with her weight even then. Now at 38, she was even more beautiful. She had gained weight, about another 40 pounds since high school; however, she seemed to glow. Her lips were fuller, her skin healthy. She has always taken care of herself and seldom left the house without her makeup and hair perfect.
She turned heads in the mall or grocery store, especially with the size of her huge breasts. Cammi was shy about her large attributes, and had been talking to a specialist about her back problems caused by her massive udders. As a sophomore in high school, she had been a plump 40d, now she was a full 44-F cup, attempting to stuff them unsuccessfully in a DD-cup, since it was largest size they normally sold at Wal- Mart without having to special order them at much higher prices. As a result, Cammi's huge breasts squeezed out of the top and sides of her overworked bra.
I had been working for the car dealership for about six months, and was eager to fit in. Most of the employees were a lot younger than me. With two daughters in high school, we were trying to put away every cent we had for the high cost of tuition.
Cammi had been up to my work several times since I began work there, and just like at the grocery store, she turned heads there too. Her breasts were just too noticeable. She was embarrassed easily and often left there with her head down, trying not to look anyone in the eye. Her massive jugs heaving up and down as she retreated to her car after bringing me the lunch I had intentionally forgotten.
Yes intentionally, I can't help it, ever since high school, the thought of other people looking at my wife excites me. I don't know why. But now as I watched an entire garage full of auto mechanics watching my wife walk away in her prim and proper conservative skirt and blouse, I was hardening in my pants.
I could hear the lewd comments coming from the garage area, some referring to her huge fat tits, telling the other want they wanted to do to my wife, while others calling her a fat fucking pig. At these times, after she left, I purposely found a reason to go into the garage to overhear their lewd comments. They silenced most of their comments; however, Dan, the foreman, was still discussing my wife's tits with several other guys over in the corner of the shop.
They were laughing now, and obviously unconcerned about my presence. Dan turned to me, laughing, "How's the wife, Don old buddy?" Several of them laughed and watched my face to see my response. "Cammi is doing fine, thanks for asking," I replied. George, a close friend of Dan's added, "She certainly is Don," which drew another round of laughs. Dan added, "If you ever need any help around the house, please let me know," winking at me. Everyone laughed at Dan's obvious intent. I pretended to be ignorant to the situation and walked away embarrassed.
The following week, Dan and the rest of the guys were sitting around during lunch and called me over. Smiling, Dan said, "A bunch of us and our wives are getting together at my house this weekend. Why don't you bring the wife?" I didn't respond at first, just surprised that they had even ask me. I stuttered uneasily at first and replied, "sounds great."
My shaky reply sounded like the kid who finally got picked to play kickball in school after never having been picked before. "Great," Dan added, "Just make sure you bring your swimsuits," I replied that I would, but Cammi probably wouldn't swim.
"Oh, I don't have a pool, but I have a nice new hot tub, I'm sure she would love to relax in it."
I stammered, "O-okay," and turned around, missing the winks and smirks behind me.
When I arrived home that evening, I couldn't wait to tell Cammi about the invite and the chance to meet new friends. Additionally, I was excited at the prospect of the guys actually getting close enough to Cammi to talk to her and ogle her breasts up close.
At first, she was reluctant to go. Cammi never felt comfortable in social situations, let alone one with no one she knew. I finally convinced her that it would be fun and she agreed to at least go for a while. I told her we were supposed to bring our swimsuits but as I thought, she replied "no way." I was hard thinking of my well-endowed wife wearing a swimsuit in front of all my co-workers.
The following Saturday afternoon, Cammi was getting ready for our night at Dan's house. Cammi looked at beautiful as usual. Pink frosted lipstick, hair perfect, and light blue eye shadow. Cammi never wore gaudy jewelry and now only sported her large two-carat wedding ring and a simple gold cross around her smooth creamy neck.
Cammi was wearing her new white skirt and a button up white blouse with tiny pearl buttons. It was lightweight and airy since it was still the middle of August. Cammi's huge bra was visible beneath the blouse, making her a bit uncomfortable. I assured her she looked great and inside I couldn't wait to see my co-workers expressions when they saw my voluptuous wife.
"I thought you knew where you were going," Cammi said worriedly. We had been driving down a deserted road for about five miles. Dan's house was well hidden off the main road but I was pretty sure that I had written the directions down correctly. We both spied the mailbox up ahead and breathed a sigh of relief when we realized we weren't lost. Dan's house was a beautiful log cabin on several acres.
We went to the door; however, the sign on the front door said the party was in the back. We went around back and the first thing Cammi noticed that no other wives were there. A chill went down my back. I had fantasized all day about secretly watching my co- workers ogle my wife. However, something seemed out of place.
I had a bad feeling. I was no longer sure that my invitation was because everyone was trying to be nice. Half the body shop was there. At least a dozen guys, mostly shirtless, younger, and already ***** were in the back yard. Upon our arrival, most of them let out a loud roar, which made me even more nervous.
"Hell yeah" shouted one overweight, ***** guy who I only knew as "meat." Several guys were playing volleyball and others were playing horseshoes. A beer was thrust into my hand and a wine cooler into Cammi's'. Cammi rarely drank, just a glass of wine for special occasions.
I watched as Cammi nervously gulped down half her wine cooler. I knew she was very nervous and uncomfortable. She was fidgeting and the only thing in her hands was the wine cooler, so she absent-mindedly gulped it down. Dan saw us from a distance and came over to welcome us.
He served Cammi another wine cooler and Cammi resisted; however, Dan called her a party pooper and made her take it. "Looking good baby" Dan said. Cammi flushed quickly from the lewd comment and from the hot overhead sun. Cammi's huge breasts were becoming more and more visible as the heat made her sweat like a sow in the middle of August, causing her straining blouse to stick to her heaving sweaty jugs, trapped inside her overstuffed bra.
I was desperately trying to keep an eye on my wife, but Dan grabbed my arm and asked me to give him a hand. Out of the back of his truck he had me help him lug several large containers of peanut oil to his back deck. "Frying turkeys Dan?" I asked, and Dan replied, I thought I would do something special for all the guys. What a nice gesture I thought. Little did I know what he really meant.
All the guys made an obvious gesture to get closer to Cammi and welcome her to the party. She asked several where their wives or girlfriends were, and most just laughed and didn't respond. Cammi was now drinking her third wine cooler and I knew I had to stop her from drinking anymore. But before I could intervene, I was drug off to the volleyball court for a six on six game.
I was terrible in sports and couldn't figure out why they wanted to play. It soon became obvious as I finally got a break and made a beeline to Cammi over surrounded by several men. She was obviously *****, her speech slurred slightly, and she was swaying and struggling to keep her balance.
I told Cammi I think she had enough, but another one was ****** into her hand. Then several of them pulled her toward the volleyball court, joking they had a "virgin" player. At least Cammi would have to stop drinking while she played and I felt some relief. My relief was short lived.
Cammi was pushed out onto the volleyball court and it was soon obvious why. The guys were intentionally hitting it to Cammi, who was struggling to hit the ball. Every time she hit the ball, her huge breasts bounced up and down putting on a show for all the guys. Her huge jugs were bouncing and jiggling inside her damp shirt like two huge basketballs.
Everyone had surrounded the volleyball court now and over twenty sets of eyes were locked onto my wife's heaving chest, wondering which button was going to be the first to go. It didn't take long. One in the middle had popped open and the others were now working harder. Cammi's sturdy white bra was clearly visible as were the sides of her humongous tits. All the guys were hooting and hollering and I shouted for Cammi's attention.
Two guys quickly told me to shut the fuck up and watch the show. I didn't say a word as the button below the first gave way. Now the bottom of her bra and her ample belly flesh was visible. "Look at the size of those fucking tits" I heard behind me. "Fucking cow udders" another said. Another added "She's a fat fucking cow but she's got my fucking cock hard." I cringed and quickly realized my fantasy was getting completely out of control.
Cammi was trying her best, thinking she was playing well with all the guys cheering her on. Her big wide ass was stretching the material of her new skirt every time she bent over and the seam was getting some definite stress. "Look at the fucking fat ass," a Mexican guy I knew as Juan said behind me. I watched in horror, as a tiny split in the seam appeared right before our eyes.
"Oh yeah," Juan said in my ear, laughing he added, "you don't mind me looking at your wife's fat white ass do you?" I heard a cheer and came out of my stupor as another button on my wife's blouse came open and now her huge tits were bursting out through her blouse folds, Cammi completely oblivious to it. You could just start seeing her big jiggling melons above her bra.
Only one button remained on top and the guys were now hitting shots high to her requiring her to jump straight up with her arms, which put more pressure on the little pearl button holding back my wife's massive udders. Suddenly, the last button gave way, and Cammi's huge bra encased tits came into complete view. Cammi finally noticed it and turned beet red.
Several guys around her saw her reaction and quickly replied it was no worse than wearing a bikini top, in fact, her bra covered more one said. True for most woman; however, my wife's huge tits squeezed out around the top and sides of the massive bra, easily a cup size or two too small. My wife, nervous and embarrassed now, tried to button it up, but the drinks had gotten to her and she seemed confused that the buttons weren't there.
One of the guys now pulled the open blouse off my wife telling her that it would just get ruined if she left it on. "Okay," Cammi replied nervously."
Now my chubby wife was standing in the middle of the sand pit, in her overstuffed bra, a skirt that had a small rip across the broadest part of her fat ass. She was sweating profusely; sweat running down her face, neck, and between her huge breasts. They started playing again and their next target frightened me even more.
It was one thing to want to see my wife's big tits, but now guys were pointing out my wife's taut skirt and the rip that had started. During the next couple of plays, two guys next to her, "accidentally" got their fingers into the small one inch tear and managed to enlarge it a full six inches. Now my wife's big round ass was visible, encased in white silk panties.
A couple of plays later it was not a gaping split, a full foot in length and the tops of my wife's thick creamy white thighs were visible. Cammi's big round ass cheeks pushed out through the split every time she leaned over to hit a shot. Her huge tits jiggled and wobbled inside her bra, making everyone around the sand pit hard. Cammi's big round ass was protruding through the seam of her dress, like two huge beach balls encased in white silk.
Suddenly, one of the body shop painters gripped her skirt in both hands and pulled it hard, ripping it from my wife's waistline to the hem. Cammi had no idea what he had done and now her big soft ass cheeks were *******, only contained by her white silk panties.
"Look at that big ole ass," the guy next to me whispered. He was rubbing his crotch area where I glanced and gasped when I saw the trace of a huge bulge nearly halfway down his thigh.
It was then that I knew they intended on fucking my wife, unlike anything I had ever even fantasized about. I knew this was not going to be pretty and I was suddenly very nervous and scared, wishing I could get my wife out of there, then and now. Cammi lunged for a ball and fell, the whole group around pit got eerily silent.
My wife was displayed on all fours, her huge round plump ass sticking out invitingly through her torn skirt, which had ridden up around her thick creamy white thighs. Her huge breasts, the bra straining mightily to keep them off the sand, only emphasized their massive weight and size.
Dan broke the silence as several men helped my wife to her feet, grinning from ear to ear as they watched her voluptuous body rise. "Damn, it sure is fucking hot out here, let's all go cool off." Everyone gathered up around Dan's back deck one of the painters got the water hose on and started spraying everyone to cool them down, but his intentions were soon well known.
In a short period of time, it became a spray Cammi down exercise as her bra and panties were plastered against her skin. Her huge nipples, despite the density of the bra, were now visible and her fat plump cunt was clearly visible beneath her soaked panties. "Damn, your wife has nice big fucking tits Don," one of the workers said next to me. He was grinning wildly, his eyes fixed on my wife's huge breasts.
Several guys were now playing drinking games now, and they pretty much pushed Cammi over to the table urging her to play. "I've had enough" my wife told them, "nonsense, we are just getting started Dan said." The way he replied sent chills through my body. They were now teaching Cammi to play quarters, everyone getting close up looks at my wife's huge tits, held up by her six hook bra.
Several times during play, guys intentionally bounced quarters into my wife's massive cleavage, watching intently as she fished them out of the vast valley. After several rounds of quarters and my wife chugging down several more wine coolers, the guys were finally ready to check out the hot tub.
"Come on Cammi, let's get in the hot tub and relax. I went to get in with my wife," but several guys held me up and said, "Don, your turn to play quarters." Despite my protest, I too was soon chugging beers as 6 or 8 guys climbed into the hot tub with my wife.
A few minutes later, one of the body shop mechanics came over to the table and asked Dan where the outlet valve was. Dan gave the guy a nasty look and was visibly upset, gesturing toward me. I had no idea why Dan was upset that I heard the question, so I ignored it. "Make sure you get most of it out before you add the oil Rick," Dan added as the guy walked away. "Oh, getting your cooker ready Dan?," I asked. Everyone laughed and Dan snorted. "Yeah well Don, you need a lot of oil to get the meat ready for this many guys." Everyone laughed again.
"What are you doing!," I heard my wife yell. I jumped up and everyone got up with me following me to the hot tub. I was confused and didn't understand why my wife and the six guys in the hot tub were now sitting with only a foot of water left in the hot tub. I asked if there was a problem with the hot tub, and Dan replied eerily, "No Don, no problem. You see, with the water out and with the depth of the hot tub, your wife will have a tough time getting out of there." I couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Still can't figure it out Don? Well maybe this will help. Get the oil boys."
Suddenly several guys were dumping gallons of oil into the hot tub. One of the guys dumped it right in my wife's lap and over her bra, Cammi standing up quickly and trying to lift herself out, but with oil all over her hands and the sides of the tub, it was useless. Don't worry Cammi, its like oil wrestling or jello wrestling, it just part of the games we always do out here. Cammi, well intoxicated, nervously replied "Ok," her voice a little unsteady.
The four guys in the hot tub with her were splashing in the oil water mixture now, making sure that my wife got covered in it. My wife's huge globes were now oiled, packaged tightly in her huge white bra. Everyone had gathered around the hot tub now, and it was difficult to see my wife with all the guys around the tub. Don was kneeling down to me, I on my knees. He whispered in my ear, "About time for that pretty big-titted wife of yours to lose that fucking bra ain't it Don?"
I could hardly find my voice, and it came out like a whisper, "no, please," I said. Don just sneered. I saw him wink at a couple of the guys on the edge of the hot tub who were sitting right above my wife who was now sitting in the hot tub, the water oil level just below her oil soaked panties and thighs.
I watched in horror as the guy in back of Cammi, ever so slightly eased Cammi's right bra strap off her shoulder. The guy on the left, followed his same move. The drinks had gotten Cammi to the point she didn't realize her bra straps were now hanging useless on her upper arms. Cammi's heaving jugs had sagged a couple of inches, now resting down over her belly button.
Everyone was focused now on my wife's heaving chest. Every breath she took caused her massive jugs to expand and contract in her overworked bra. Suddenly, one of the guys reached over my wife's shoulders, grabbed a hold of the bottom of her bra and jerked it upward. Suddenly, my wife's massive udders were fully *******, sagging nearly to her waist. Their sudden freedom caused them to tumble down and jiggle back and forth. Cammi screamed, but the roar from everyone coupled with the hoots and hollers drowned her out.
Hands were all over my wife's huge tits now, oiling them up, her nipples stiffening at the sudden ********. Her huge tits were getting mauled, pinched, and slapped as my wife was helpless against the onslaught. Cammi was struggling to get to her feet and I was reaching for her to give her my hand, but both of us didn't realize it was the worst thing to do. Now Cammi was standing, her huge ass clad only in her oil soaked panties offered a new target for their hands.
"$100 for the fat bitch's panties," someone yelled. Suddenly, a dark hand went to the front of my wife's panties and grabbed her in her crotch. Pulling will all his strength, I watched sickeningly as my wife's white silk panties stretched, the backs disappearing in- between her huge ass cheeks. Her panties waistband was disappearing in-between the folds of her thick hips. The front of her panties was not out about six inches, and several other hands were snaking down my wife's panties grabbing her cunt.
My wife was still holding my hand, looking pleadingly into my eyes, now wide with fear as suddenly her panties gave way and she was now standing in the hot tub full of men, naked except for her useless bra, unhooked, hanging off her meaty upper arms and under her neck. I looked in back of my wife and saw several of the huge mechanics taking off their shorts, their huge cocks swinging, my wife clueless to what was going on in back of her.
"Perfect," Dan said, as suddenly my wife's bra was ripped off her body and used to crudely tie my wife's one outstretched hand to mine. Now my wife and I were linked, I outside the hot tub, Cammi standing inside.
I watched in horror as my wife tried to fend off the onslaught with one hand, as her huge tits were abused and more and more cocks were entering the hot tub. Cammi suddenly screamed and tried to turn her head as one of the guys was gripping her wide hips and preparing to fuck my wife's big ass from behind. Her eyes widened as I heard his huge cock enter her oiled pussy. "Oh yeah that's a good cunt," the mechanic yelled.
I watched in horror as they took her from behind again and again. Grabbing her hair, pulling her hair, squeezing my wife's huge hanging udders while they took turns using her pussy. While they were still fucking her from behind, one guy suddenly straddled her back, grinning ear to ear. "Watch this boys," he said.
He reached around and put two fingers in each side of my wife's mouth, stretching her mouth open, and yelling, "New hole open!" Guys quickly stood in line and took turns face fucking my wife. I couldn't even see my wife now, just hearing the deep guttural sound she was making as cock after cock assaulted her beautiful face.
Suddenly I got a glimpse of my wife and I couldn't believe the grotesque site I was seeing was my darling wife. Her face was a slimy gob of white liquid with the only dark patch being the cavern her mouth. Deep pools of cum filled Cammi's eye sockets. The white viscous substance ran down her cheeks, falling off her face in long lines to the hot tub deck. Her forehead was covered, cum running down her long hair, the strands covered in goo.
An outline of drops mirrored her head on the deck. Cammi couldn't breathe through her nose, cum had flowed deep into her nostrils. She could only breathe between the thrusting cocks that filled her mouth. Bubbles expanded from her nose as she tried to take in much needed air. She already swallowed what must have been cups, and cups of cum.
What she could no longer swallow gathered in pools in her mouth. Cum flowed from her mouth as she tried in vain to vomit up the vile substance from her belly. Thick gooey blobs coated her cheeks half an inch thick. White streamers shot into her hair, some hanging down at eye level and bobbing back and forth as she was fucked.
Creamy mucus covered her eyes, practically gluing them shut. Ivory jelly coated her nose, lips and chin, dripping down her neck and breasts. Some even lay on her ears and shoulders, as those who couldn't wait and couldn't get close enough to her face chose a different target to blast their cum.
Odd lines of cum marked her belly and crossed her huge tits. Her eyes were invisible under the pools of sperm. Her forehead, her cheeks, the cum literally hung from her face. Her nostrils were filled with spunk. It had drained back down into her throat through her nose.
Unbroken lines of cum dangled from her head to the floor, running over her hair, once beautiful, smooth, long blond hair. "Room for one more," a man said behind her, and I watched as one of her arms was pulled up and over her head. The man wrapped the few remaining uncoated strands of her silky blonde hair around his prick, and then he placed her wedding ring clad hand around his big root and started her moving.
"You just jack me off honey, and I'll give you a cum shampoo," Dan whispered into my ear, "Wait until we take her into the barn Don." And everyone laughed as I closed my eyes and prayed.
