Exposed and Exploited

Exposed and Exploited

I'm still pissed at my husband over what he permitted to happen to me that night. On the other hand, I fulfilled some of my wildest sexual fantasies, so I have partially forgiven him.

We were at a party for the office where I worked. It was summer time and we were at the boss's house. My husband John was with me. He didn't know the people I worked with very well and, being an introvert, was not good at parties. He socialized a bit, then found a TV with a football game that he could watch.

There were about twenty-five people attending. My boss, Ed McKay was there along with his wife Ariel. I was one of the few women in our office. A few of the guys I worked with were there too, Buzz, Hiram, Jay and Devon. They were all single or divorced/separated. They had made the usual passes at me and I had teased them a little. They were actually nice guys and I liked their company while we worked.

I wore a nice party dress, blue with sparkles. The dress stopped at mid-thigh and the top showed a lot of cleavage. There were two thin straps over the shoulders with a strapless bra underneath. I looked good and I saw the men ogling me, including my four co-workers. They'd never seen me dressed up so nicely.

John likes it when I dress sexy. He likes to see other men leer at me and try to pick me up. We've shared fantasies about such things and read erotic stories as part of our sex play.

The party was a success and I was having a good time, but I overindulged and was quite buzzed as the evening went on. I found myself on the patio with two of the men I mentioned, Buzz and Jay, sharing a joint. Mr. McKay wasn't aware of it, I don't think. We were giggling and they were making suggestive remarks about my attire and what they'd like to do with me. I mostly ignored them, but made a number of clever remarks about how they couldn't handle what I had and such. Hiram and Devon joined us and we were all pretty messed up as the party began to wind down.

John was talking to one of the senior managers about football and watching a game on TV in the downstairs rec room.

I got up and talked to many of the people, most of whom were leaving. My boss, Mr. McKay was saying goodnight to some departing guests and he casually included me as we walked out to their car in the driveway. We said goodbye and were walking back to the house from the driveway.

I was surprised when my boss suddenly took me by the hand and led me into the garage, not returning to the house the way we had come. Then, without warning, he kissed me. I was leaning back against one of his cars. He had never come onto me at work or shown any sexual interest in me. I was flattered; what woman wouldn't be when a very successful man found her attractive.

He said, "I just had to do that. You look so nice in that dress."

I kind of giggled, not sure how to react, being a married woman and an employee and all.

He kissed me again and I didn't resist. In fact, I found myself returning his kiss. His mouth tasted wonderful and I was overcome by the boss being interested in me. He was a very successful businessman and had was somewhat in awe of him at work. I allowed him to continue and soon he had his hand down the front of my dress and had bared one of my breasts. Having his hand on my boob, fondling my stiff nipple was extremely erotic. His leg was pressing between mine and his other hand was groping my ass through my dress. His hard prick was pressing against my belly.

I was yielding to him when someone opened the door and came out into the garage. We quickly broke apart. I put my tit away.

He whispered, "Later." And left me there, flustered. My head was spinning.

I quickly had another glass of wine, adding to my muddled and confused state of mind. I was having a good time, but I needed to sit down and relax.

I went down in the basement where my husband had been watching football. The game was over and someone had found a porn channel on the TV and had started a movie. It had already started, so I didn't catch the plot, if there was one. I like to watch a little porn now and then and, in my condition, I was mellow enough to settle on the couch and watch. The four men I mentioned, Hiram, Jay, Buzz and Devon, were gathered around the TV; we watched some pretty explicit scenes. I was aroused, I admit, but I was more drowsy than anything.

Most of the people had left, so it was just the few of us in the dimly lit basement. I was bored by the movie and dozed off, leaning back on the corner of the couch against the arm rest.

I don't know how long I was out and was in a foggy state when I awakened. I realized that someone was touching me. I didn't move, I just stayed in my semi-sleep stage, stoned and half awake.

I realized that who-ever-it-was had lifted my dress; my legs were uncovered up to the top of my thighs, providing a nice upskirt view. It was dark, so I couldn't tell who was where, but one of the guys was lifting my skirt and exposing my panties. I was sitting, but leaning back, with my legs spread a bit. I knew they could see quite a bit.

Then, when I shifted a bit, I realized that someone had unzipped my dress in the back. I wanted to object, but was too dazed to say anything. I also realized that someone had unclipped my strapless bra. It felt good to be out of the bra, but I realized that one of the shoulder straps of my dress had fallen down a bit and was halfway down my upper arm. Most of my left breast was exposed. I was too out of it to care.

I peeked bit to see who was there. Buzz was sitting on the floor by the center the couch beside my feet. He apparently was the one lifting my dress. He had a perfect view, right up between my thighs. I had worn sexy black panties. I was sure he could see them with the way my legs were parted.

Devon, was beside the arm of the couch near my head. He probably had undone the zipper on my dress and undone my bra.

I saw the other two, Hiram and Jay. Jay was on the couch while Hiram was sitting on the floor to the right of my legs.

I noticed that the only other person there was my husband John, across the room. He seemed to be asleep or passed out. If he had been awake, he would've seen these men exposing me and I was sure he would've stopped it.

I should've stopped them, but for some reason, the idea of being exposed by these guys with my husband a few feet away, appealed to me. I enjoy men paying attention to me and had been titillated by the earlier discussions with my coworkers when we were smoking dope on the patio. The boss's advances had left me aroused as well. Getting stripped while my husband watched was one of his fantasies. I decide to continue to play possum and see how bold these men would be. They were all drunk and stoned, so it was a false hope that they would restrain themselves. Still, I expected them to get a peek and then leave me alone. I was being naughty by letting them take advantage of me.

I heard some clicks and knew they were taking photos with their phones. No harm, I thought. I wasn't showing more than I did in a swim suit. Then my dress fell away from my shoulder and my left breast was partially exposed. I sensed the cool air on my nipple.

They seemed to stop, afraid of waking me. I relaxed, and in fact, I fell back semi-asleep for a few moments. My husband had stripped me in similar situations at home. That contributed my nonchalance at what was happening.

When I came to again, I realized that I had slid down on the couch to where my butt was on the edge of the cushion. I felt a hand tugging on my panties. Before I realized what was happening, heard a clipping sound and realized that someone had used scissors to snip the side panel of my panties. The front panel flopped down and my pubic hair was exposed. I was shocked, but still didn't react. I was sort of paralyzed in my stupor. I heard the cameras clicking, undoubtedly taking some beaver shots. My pussy was getting wet with arousal from the illicit exposure.

I have a nice full bush. John likes the hair and does not want me to shave my beaver. He likes the look of my full package, a hairy patch over the pink slit with all the goodies wedged between my labia. They were getting a good look and knew my secret; I am not a natural blonde. My pussy hair is dark brown.

When I shifted a bit, I realized that my left breast was exposed completely, and the top of my right one was almost bare. There was nothing holding up my dress with the thin shoulder straps down on my arms. In fact, the strap on my left side was completely off my arm. My bra had disappeared. I could feel the cool air on my breasts and felt the crinkly bumps on my areolas and my stiff little nipples. They exposed my other breast and continued stripping me.

I looked over and saw John. He was pretending to be asleep, but I could see his hand rubbing his crotch in the dim light. He was watching these guys strip me. I couldn't believe it. John likes me to strip in risky places and takes nude photos of me. When he has me do such things, I'm a bit embarrassed and scared of someone seeing me, but am also tremendously turned on by having John watch me do things. If he was enjoying these guys stripping me, I'd let things go a little further. The exhibitionist in me was aroused.

I peeked to see who was doing what. While Buzz was on the floor by my feet of the couch, it was Jay who had the scissors. He deftly snipped the other side of my panties. The pieces fell away and my pussy was fully exposed. With my butt on the edge of the couch cushion, they could see my pussy lips. Buzz boldly nudged my knee, opening me a bit more. I could feel the air and sensed their eyes gazing at my bare pussy. I was starting to get wet down there. I wondered if they noticed.

Hiram was helping Devon at the upper end and they tried to be discreet in pulling my dress down farther. It clumped down on my stomach, my breasts were totally exposed. I was essentially naked, with my tits and my pussy exposed.

I raised my arms over my head and pretending I was just getting more comfortable in my sleep. Now, they had a perfect view of my breasts. I shifted my butt up onto the cushion, moving my knee onto the couch, further exposing my crotch.

When I felt someone's fingers teasing my clitoris, I decided to finally let them know I was waking up. I acted like I was drunk and stoned, mumbling incoherently, which wasn't that difficult, because I was drunk and stoned.

I mumbled, "What's going on? Where am I?"

One of them said, "You're fine. Just close your eyes and go back to sleep."

I leaned back on the couch with one foot on the floor and the other on the couch. I was really giving them a show, acting like I was still only partially awake. My dress was pulled down over my stomach. Both of my breasts were on display with my nipples very aroused. I noticed the flash of a camera. It was my husband, John, now fully awake and watching. My four paramours obviously believed they had his permission to continue to strip and play with me.

My panties were gone and someone was pulling one of my stockings down my leg while stroking my bare thigh. The finger on my pussy continued to explore. I moaned a bit when the tip probed the entrance to my vagina. The nerve of these guys, they were actually fingering me.

The finger slid into my vagina and I immediately reacted, involuntarily. I looked like I was still out of it, but I began to twist and squirm with someone's finger in my cunt.

I opened my eyes and mumbled, "What are you guys doing? It feels so good."

With that encouragement, they continued. My one stocking was gone. I felt someone's lips on my bare thigh. It was Buzz. He moved higher and his tongue probed the slippery treasures between my pussy lips. I groaned and opened my legs, giving him better access.

I love to have my pussy eaten. When John goes down on me, it's like going to heaven. Other men have sucked on my pussy, so it wasn't that big of a deal for one more man to sample my treasures. Buzz was licking my slit, with his fingers pumping in and out of my vagina. I was reacting my lifting my hips and spreading my legs in response to his assault. I was not pretending to be asleep anymore. I was a woman in heat, responding to the advances of the four men.

There were two men fondling my tits, Hiram and Devon. Hiram is an Indian (south Asian) and Devon is a black guy. I noticed their dark hands on my milky white breasts and was aroused by the eroticism of the contrasting skin tones. The old taboo of black men with white women was part of the attraction.

Jay was removing my other stocking. All four of the men were involved. I glanced over and my husband was actively watching, rubbing his hard prick through his pants with his camera phone aimed at me.

Then, I heard the scissors again. They were cutting through my dress. I should've been pissed, but by the time I realized what they were doing, it was too late. The dress was already ruined. They were snipping through the material, intending to get me completely naked. The scissors moved up to the waist of my dress and continued to move over my stomach. I was so erotic, so decadent to have them cutting away my clothing, getting me completely nude. When they finished my dress fell away from my body and I was completely exposed. I realized that it was a small step remaining for them to fuck me.

I mumbled, "What are you guys doing to me? Where am I?" I wasn't acting sleepy, I was acting like I really was, an aroused women with multiple men overwhelming my senses. Now someone was licking my pussy; it was Ray taking a turn.

I heard someone say, "Just open your mouth a little bit."

I opened my mouth and the tip of a penis pressed between my lips. I saw Devon's black cock right before my eyes. He was pushing his dick into my mouth. His precum wet my lips and tantalized my taste buds. I reflexively opened my mouth and his prick filled the opening, pushing to the back of my throat.

I heard someone say, "Let's all fuck her." In my hazy state, I wasn't sure, but it sounded like it was my husband talking. Was he telling my coworkers to all fuck me? Was I in for a gang-bang?

It didn't take long for me to find out. I couldn't see very well with Devon's cock in my mouth, but I could tell that Buzz was between my legs. I felt the tip of his dick probing for a place to go. My pussy was wet, so he slid into my vagina with ease. He pushed forward, going in to the hilt. I moaned again, responding to the feeling on having a cock sliding inside me. I didn't care whose it was. He began to pump back and forth while Devon held my head and mouth-fucked me.

It didn't take long for both of them to come. The gush of Buzz's semen poured into my vagina. He'd fucked me bareback, no concern about whether I was protected or not. He shot his cum into me and was quickly replaced by his buddy, Jay.

Devon was not very accurate with his load when he came. He shot some in my mouth, but most of it squirted onto my face and my tits. He probably did that on purpose.

Now Jay was fucking me and Hiram put his dick in my mouth. I wanted a different position, so I pulled away and turned onto my hands and knees while still on the couch. They spit-roasted me. Jay had his cock in my pussy, fucking me doggy-style while Hiran fucked my mouth. There was no doubt that I was awake and fully participating in my first gang-bang. I arched my back to give Jay a favorable angle of attack. His cock seemed bigger that Buzz's, bigger than my husband's in fact. They pumped me from both ends. I saw my decadent husband taking pictures with his phone while my co-workers gang-banged the hot girl from the office.

Hiram came first, spurting his come on my face and in my hair. I tried to catch some in my mouth. Then, Jay rammed his cock forward and spurted another load into my eager cunt. I felt his semen dripping down over my slit. Gooey cum was splotched on my face and my breasts. The taste of it remained in my mouth.

I wondered if they were done. They weren't. Devon spread me open, on my back and mounted me. He put his black cock in my lily-white cunt and fucked me. He was hooting and howling as he did me, enjoying fucking the blonde woman he had leered at in the office. My husband John was enjoying it too, taking video now. Devon's cock was filling me, its girth spread the walls of my vagina, stimulating me as he stroked it in and out.

I played to the camera. I said, "Put your big cock in my married cunt. Spread me open with it."

I yelped with pleasure was soon rewarded with yet another dose of semen pouring into my dripping cunt hole. His cock was so far in me. I felt like a real slut. I had abandoned any modesty and was just letting them fuck me. He leaned in and kissed me, the first one to do that. The others were just fucking me.

Hiram was next and he had the biggest cock of all. He put me on my back and folded my legs over my shoulders. I was helpless with his cock fucking me almost vertically like he was doing push-ups into my cunt. His dick was long and it hurt a little. He was determined to get his prick all the way inside me and shoot his seed deep into my womb. The more he pumped, the more I came, feeling an orgasm sweep through me. I had been building to one all evening. With my legs pulled apart, I was helpless and I finally peaked. The juices squirted from my pussy as my audience watched me come.

They had used me and abused me, exposed me and exploited me. I liked it, being used for sex. Multiple men were just dumping their cum into my mouth and my cunt, treating me like a piece of meat. My dear husband was getting one of his fantasies fulfilled as he watched these men all have me.

Then, I heard our boss, Ed, come into the room. I wasn't listening closely, but he was pissed at what was happening. He asked the men if I had consented and my loyal workmates referred him to my husband who was still taking photos. Ed told them all to get out. His house wasn't a whorehouse. That comment reflected on me and I was a bit embarrassed.

Hiram begged for more time saying, "Please Mr. Mac. I'm almost there, let me finish. I've wanted to fuck this pussy since she came to work with us."

The boss said, "Okay, but hurry up." So much for protecting my honor.

Hiram came with everyone watching. His ass clenched and his big prick squirted deep inside me, deeper than any cock had ever reached. He released my legs and everyone had a full view of my well-used, dripping, married cunt.

They were finished. They left me lying there, nude, with cum all over my face and tits, cum dripping out of my cunt, hot, sweaty, still drunk and stoned. The combination of liquor, grass and extreme sexual arousal had exhausted me.

My boss offered to let John and I stay overnight. We were too drunk to drive and I was an exhausted mess. John took me to the guest room. I was still naked. My clothes had disappeared, all ruined and taken for souvenirs. Each of my lovers took something. My scissored panties, my cut-up dress, my bra and my stockings were all gone. At least they left my shoes. I was still wearing my jewelry, earrings, a bracelet and my wedding rings.

We went to bed. I just collapsed but then my dear husband John wanted some. He wanted to dip his wick in my very messy pussy. He did me from behind with me face-down on the bed. I barely noticed him, I was so out of it, but he was highly aroused, fucking his wife's sloppy vagina. I finally drifted off to sleep, totally wasted, not thinking beyond a good night's sleep.

It was the middle of the night, when I was awakened again. I was a little more coherent now.

I was still on my stomach but the covers had been removed. Someone was there. I saw my husband sitting on the bed watching. I realized that it was my boss. He wanted some too. I thought, why not; everyone else had fucked me.