Our Three Threesomes, Bonus Part 4

Our Three Threesomes story was originally conceived to be just that—a trilogy of threesomes. There's symmetry in that idea. But of course, there are four participants in the arrangement, and while Taylor, the sexy blond neighbor, may be really experienced, she can't have done it ALL, right? 

This part will only be posted here, on Patreon, and in the published novella. Everyone here, of course, gets to see it first. Enjoy!

For Them

“Taylor has a fantasy after all,” Farah announces one day as I get home. “And it’s… crazy.”

It’s been about two months since our final threesome with Taylor’s husband, Jordan—two months that feel like a year. Things are still amazing between us. After watching her with another man, it’s like rediscovering this woman all over again. Things are also good with our neighbors, although we haven’t had any repeat hookups. We’re just… normal.

Well, Taylor and Farah are closer. They hang out more, go on walks or runs, sometimes go to the gym together. It’s nice to see Farah connect with someone else—and hot to think about all the possibility that a continued friendship with our wild neighbor holds.

“So what’s the fantasy?” I ask.

“She wants a bunch of men. All at once. A…” Farah lowers her voice. “God, I can’t even say it.”

“A gangbang?”

“Yes!” Farah’s face is flush, her brows up, like this is the craziest thing she’s ever heard. “She says that she’s been with a few men at once, but never, like…” It’s so adorable, seeing how flustered Farah is getting. “Like she’s talking about five guys? Or more! At the same time?”

“Okay, yeah. Wow.” It’s certainly an escalation from our threesomes.

“There’s… there’s more,” Farah continues.

I gulp. “What?”

Farah can barely meet my eyes. “Well, you know, with the arrangement and all, she kind of wants us to be, like, involved.”

“Involved how?”

“Well, she was thinking you could be one of the guys,” my wife says slowly. “She needs people that she trusts, and I guess she trusts you.”

It's flattering to hear that the hot blonde, who could pick any guy she wants, is thinking about me enough to invite me to her orgy fantasy. “But what about you?” I ask. “Does she want you to participate?”

“I think so?” Farah says, her nose squinched up. “But I told her I would just watch.”

For one, brief moment, I imagine my wife and her caramel-skinned body buried at the center of a bunch of naked men and it stirs something inside that I am still coming to grips with, even a couple months later.

Farah sees me looking and sees the look in my eyes. “Really?”

“I’m not saying anything. Just don’t take away the option on account of me.”

Farah shakes her head in disbelief. “I just don’t think I can handle it.”

“So when does Taylor want to do this thing?” I say, moving us off a topic that has Farah so uncomfortable.

My wife bites her lip. “This weekend?”

“Like in three days?”

“Taylor says that she’s lined up the other guys. I can tell her we’re busy.”

“Are we?” We’re not. We don’t have kids or family close by. Our weekends are normally never scheduled. “I can make this weekend work.” I take Farah into my arms and hug her close. She’s warm and smells so wonderfully familiar. “But I will only do it if you’re completely comfortable.”

“When it comes to Taylor and Jordan, I don’t think that I’ve ever been completely comfortable.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

“But yes,” Farah says with a deep breath. “Let’s do it.”

***

Three days pass quickly. We receive instructions from Taylor on how to prepare—abstain from sex, drink plenty of liquids, and get plenty of sleep the night before. The first two are easier than the third, but we somehow manage.

For the big day, Taylor and Jordan rented a house out in the country about a half hour’s drive away. We’re nervous in the car as we drive out, but also excited. I can’t stop looking over at Farah, who’s wearing her sexiest outfit yet. The black dress is super short and entirely strapless, sitting like a second skin on her curves. Her legs in particular draw my attention. Left almost completely bare, they’re long, lean, with just enough muscle definition to hint at hours of hard work.

“You need to watch the road.” She chides, but I know that she likes all the attention. Ever since we started playing with the neighbors, our sex lives haven’t slowed down. The newness is still there, almost like a second wind of new relationship energy.

“Sorry, that dress is distracting.”

Farah tugs at the hem, stretching the black material an inch lower down her thighs. It doesn’t do much. “It’s like wearing a nightie outside.”

“It doesn’t look like a nightie,” I reassure. “It looks absolutely amazing. Seriously. Like, wow.”

“The road, honey.” She grabs the handle above the window. “Watch the road.”

“Right, sorry.” I do reach out and run my hand along her thigh. It’s so soft and smooth. I want to slide my hand higher, but resist. “So just to check in with you one last time, you’re definitely okay with me and Taylor?”

“It’s not like it would be your first time,” she says.

“But that was when it was just us.”

Farah’s turn to rub her hand along my thigh. I try to focus on the road ahead. “I’ll still be there,” she says. “And I’m kind of looking forward to watching you in action.”

“Just me?” I ask.

“Well, I mean, you know porn’s not really my thing, but I am curious to see what five guys can do to Taylor.” She nibbles on the nail of her index finger. “And I like that you’re in there, mixing it up with those studs.”

“So they’re going to be studs?” I ask.

“I mean, I don’t think Taylor would settle for anyone else, right?”

Farah is indeed right. When we get to the rental home, I’m not quite sure what to expect. Part of me thinks that we’ll walk into the house, find them all in some converted master bedroom, draped in red linens, already fucking.

It’s actually a lot more normal than that. Taylor greets us at the door, wearing a dress that’s not too different from Farah’s. Where my wife’s is a classic LBD, though, Taylor bodycon is electric blue with white flowers all over it, like an extremely sexy version of a Hawaian shirt. She even has her blond hair pinned back, and a large lily tucked behind her right ear.

“Damn, girl, you look good,” she says to Farah, pulling my wife in for a tight hug.

Just seeing the two embrace like that gives me flashbacks to our earlier threesome. I hope to see even more of that later on.

“Told you that dress would be perfect,” Taylor continues, stepping back to give Farah a good look.

Farah dithers. “Perfect maybe for what’s going to happen…”

“Well, perfect for that would be naked, but we’ll get there, don’t worry.” Taylor glances at me. “Good to see you, too.”

It’s funny to see the vivacious blonde actually looking bashful, but when she rakes her blue eyes over to me, I see jitters there. I take comfort in that.

“You ready for…?” I start to say, before realizing that I can’t actually say it outloud.

“Ready for a bunch of dicks at once?” she says. Okay, maybe she’s not that bashful. “As ready as a girl can be, you know?” She takes Farah’s hand and pulls her into the house. “Come on, you’re the last to arrive.”

The house is gorgeous—definitely the kind of house to rent and impossibly expensive to own. At least it would be in our neighborhood. It’s mostly open concept, a high-ceilinged living room with enormous windows that overlook a creek far down the hill. I can’t see any other houses around, and certainly no neighbors.

There are people here, though, and I’m surprised to discover that it’s not just three more. Congregating in the living room are at least ten guys, most of them black, and all of them quite muscular.

“Uhhh… I thought you said there were only going to be five?” I whisper to Farah, who looks just as shocked.

Taylor answers. “Well, that was the original intention, but as I started to think of the dicks I wanted in me, I couldn’t quite narrow it down.”

I feel a little less special now, but can barely hold onto that thought. I’m both simultaneously happy that my wife is here to help give me strength, and terrified that she’s here with so many cocks around her.

And there are no other women present. Farah and Taylor are the only ones.

“If you want to take off, I totally understand,” the blonde says to the two of us. “I probably should have warned you, but I hope you stay.” She smiles at Farah. “Come on, at least meet everyone. You can always sneak out before things get wild.”

Farah looks at me like a deer caught in headlights. What do we do? I honestly don’t know, and my indecision takes us into the house for the most awkward meet-and-greet I’ve ever experienced.

The guys are nice. I don’t bother trying to remember names, though. I’m bad at them to begin with, even one-on-one. Having to remember nine new guys—turns out there weren’t quite ten—just isn’t going to happen. It’s fine. No one bothers to learn mine, either, and as we chat and mingle, I realize that most of the guys are meeting for the first time.

“So you live next to Taylor?” one guy asks. So weird to be just shooting the shit with a guy I’ll see naked and having sex in just a bit. 

“Yeah, not quite next door, but close.” It’s a bizarrely trite conversation to have, considering the circumstances, but these things are happening all around me. 

“Sweet,” the guy says with a nod.

“You?” I ask, keeping the conversation going. “How do you know Taylor?”

“I was her physical therapist for a bit there,” he says. “She came in with a rotator cuff injury. When I asked her how that happened, she said she twisted it during sex.” He laughs at that, adding, “Like, I don’t even understand how that’s possible, man. But I knew right away that she was a wild one.”

I look around at all the guys—past lovers, soon to be group sex partners. “This wild?”

He shakes his head. “No, this is pretty over-the-top.” He nods at Farah, who’s being chatted up by two very tall black men. “You came in with her. What’s her deal?”

“She’s my wife,” I say carefully. “And Taylor’s friend.”

Now that we’re looking, I realize just how flirty she is with the guys. I swear she’s blushing as they talk to her. She’s definitely touching her hair and practically giggling.

“Lucky man,” he says. “Is she playing today, too?”

“That’s up to her,” I found myself saying. It’s not how I intended to answer, though. That wasn’t the deal.

“Looks like she’s game,” he says. “I assume you two have played with Taylor and her husband?”

“Yeah.” These are things that I would never normally say to my friends and acquaintances. Here, it’s totally normal. “We kind of worked out this arrangement.”

I tell him about the three threesomes. He seems impressed. “Damn, that’s hot. Your wife and Taylor hooked up, too?”

“They did.” It’s still hard to believe. “First time my wife’s ever done that. First time either of us have done anything like that.”

He chuckles. “Quite a first time, man. If she agreed to that, I’d say she’s definitely game for tonight.”

“You think so?”

One of the black men flirting with Farah reaches down and runs his fingers along her cheek. She leans a little into his touch, seems to realize what she’s doing, and looks around quickly. She catches me watching her and blushes. I just nod and turn to the man I’m talking to like it’s no big deal.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I say with more confidence than I feel. Inside, I’m freaking out.

My new friend, though, the physical therapist, is more perceptive than I give him credit for. “But are you game? You just told me that you just started doing this. Going from your first threesome to…” He gestures to the gathering. “...is quite an escalation.”

“Honestly? I didn’t think there were going to be so many guys.”

“You would have been fine if your girl played with fewer?”

Taylor floats over to Farah and the two men, exchanges a few laughs, and hands each guy a pill. I assume it’s Viagra, or some other ED medication, but with Taylor, who knows. The blonde then heads our way.

“How are we doing?” she asks us. To me, she says, “I see that you’ve met Abe, the best kind of physical therapist.” She handed us the pills. “Here, have some hard dick medicine.”

Abe gives me a funny look and does as he was told. “As the lady says.”

We drift apart so that I don’t have to answer Abe’s last question. I move through the group of men, drinking water, eating the grocery store hors d'oeuvres that someone provided in the kitchen. I feel like a total imposter in this group of studs, wondering when I’ll be outed and shamed.

Farah seems to be the opposite. She swims through the attention—and there’s a lot of attention focused on her. I get it. Taylor is a known quantity. All the men have some story about hers—she met some traveling, she met some at the gym, apparently she met one guy at her sister’s son’s birthday party and ended up taking him back to the car behind a Chuck E. Cheese. But no one knew the sexy Persian-American in the strapless black dress.

I understand the appeal for Farah, too. She doesn’t know these men, and will probably never see them again, so she might as well lean into the flirting, the way she leaned into that man’s touch.

For me, it’s thrilling. I can watch from a distance as she flirts. Not everyone is as observant as Abe. They don’t know we’re together, so I catch bits of commentary.

“Damn, the brunette’s hot as fuck.”

“I heard she’s going to be Taylor’s fluffer.”

“You serious? She can fluff me all night.”

I swallow hard. Is that true? Is that the role that our saucy neighbor had asked Farah to fill? I doubt it. I doubt that Farah would ever agree to something like that, but it’s a wild thought.

And then, like that, Taylor is rounding everyone up and leading us into the bedroom. Showtime.

***

Farah finds me as I enter the room, one of the last of the men to filter in. She takes me into her arms and gives me a kiss. I haven’t spoken to her since we got here, but all the watching has me on edge and amped up.

“Can you believe this?” she whispers.

“Not the intimate setting I was expecting.”

“Heh. No,” Farah whispers back. 

The master bedroom is quite a bit larger than our modest one back home. I wonder if we could have fit the entire footprint of our home in this space. In addition to the California king, there was easily enough space for all the guys around the room.

Taylor has already begun, starting with her husband, Jordan, making out with him as the others start to crowd in around her.

“Do you want to stay?” I ask Farah. She’s mesmerized.

“Hm?” she asks. “Oh, yeah, umm… do you?”

Taylor breaks the kiss with Jordan, turning to another man as Jordan starts to undress. The other guys around us start to follow suit. Farah and I just stand there, wide-eyed, like we’re witnessing some kind of religious ritual that neither of us understand.

Taylor’s laugh rings out as she looks around and men’s dicks pop into view. “Baby,” she’s says to Jordan. “Thank you!”

With that, she drops to her knees.

Farah pulls me closer. I’m sure she’s going to tell me that she wants to get out of there. Then I notice that she’s not looking right at me. She’s looking at one of the tall, black guys that she was flirting with earlier. He’s naked now, his cock fitting for such a large man, and he’s already semi-erect.

So am I. That’s the pill working its magic. 

“I think I want to stay,” Farah says. “We can… watch.”

I just nod. Taylor is now alternating between three different cocks, one in each hand, the third in her mouth. It still leaves six other guys, plus me, standing around. All the testosterone is dizzying.

We move to an armchair in the corner of the room that gives us a good view. Other guys, waiting their turn, lounge on the bed or lean against the furniture. 

Two more men step close to Taylor, dicks in hand, and the blonde adds them to her rotation. We can hear her throaty gags, the way they drive their cocks deep, pump a few times, then pull free for the next guy. 

Farah can’t take her eyes off of Taylor’s blowbang, and that’s more exciting for me than actually watching the blonde, so I set my wife in the chair and sink down between her legs. “Watch,” I mouth to her. “Enjoy.”

The skirt of her dress is so short that it doesn’t take much to push it up her tawny thighs and grasp her thong. The panties feel so flimsy in my hands as I tug them down, peeling them away from her soaking pussy. I slide her dress higher as she opens her legs, welcoming me in.

Farah is so wet. I can smell her aroma as I dive between her legs and run my tongue along her pussy. Since the three threesomes, she’s kept her mound bare. I love it, and I love to worship it. But I don’t give her release. I want to edge her, to keep her just at the cusp of release as she watches the orgy unfold beyond.

I can hear Farah panting above me as I work her, but she pushes my face between her thighs so I cannot see her. I focus instead on her pussy, adding my fingers to the mix. She’s wet and excited enough that two fingers go in easily. I add a third, and Farah jerks hard, thrusting her hips up.

She’s close again. I know her body. I can feel her desire. I slow my ministrations, using just my fingers now, avoiding her clit. I pull back enough to look up at her, to check on her, and get a shock. 

Someone else has joined us. Someone new. I don’t recognize him, but he’s naked and fit—a white guy with a shaved head and a faux hawk of dark hair. He’s kissing Farah, and she’s kissing him right back, hand on his shoulder, fingernails biting into his fleshy muscle. 

Watching them hits me like a lightning bolt. Something crackles inside of me. My gasp draws Farah’s attention, who breaks the kiss with the guy and darts a look down at me.

But I don’t want this to stop, so I don’t. I go back to eating her, and she returns to kissing. Charged now, I tease Farah right back to the edge of orgasm, then stop again.

“Uhhnn, baby…” she whines. “Please…”

I know that I’m playing with fire, but can’t stop. I do it again, edging her, as the man beside her on the chair helps. He pulls her top down, working her tits as I like her. When her orgasm is just about to pop, though, he recognizes it first and withdraws. 

“You guys…” Farah groans as we sit back. Sweaty and slumped into the chair, her ass on the very edge, she’s a heaving mess. “Why are you doing this?”

The guy beside her is quicker to answer. “Because this is just the appetizer.” He has an accent, something South American maybe. “Orgasms are for main courses.”

Farah looks at me, her eyes wide, as if to say, Is this guy for real?

He didn’t stick around, kissing her one last time before moving away, towards the locus of the room.

“Fuck!” Taylor cries behind me. I turn, just in time to see the blonde straddle Jordan’s lap in the center of that California king. Guys stand around her, all naked now—Farah’s South American friend one of them—slowing jerking their cocks. 

Another man climbs up behind her, holding his large, black dick in his hand. She bends down over her husband, resting her head against his chest, and reaches back to spread her cheeks.

My jaw falls open. My neck aches as I have to keep it twisted from my position between Farah’s legs. But I can’t stop looking. Through the forest of naked men, I watch the spicy blonde take a second cock inside of her, this one into her ass. 

“OH!” she cries out. “Oh, my—AH!”

The guy doesn’t ram home, but sinks slowly, guiding his dick into her tight opening. Taylor gasps and grunts, most of it unintelligible at first. When she gets her language more under control, though, it’s even more thrilling.

“Oh, yes, that feels… fuck, that feels huge. Yes! Fuck me in the ass. Fuck me in my pussy! Give it to me hard!”

Farah catches my attention, tapping me on the shoulder. I expect that it’s time to leave, but that’s not it. She needs me. She can’t just watch anymore.

I slither up between her legs and together we pull off her dress. She’s naked except for her heels now. I’m the only one in the room with any clothing on, which is oddly embarrassing. We go to work on the problem together, Farah and I tearing at my clothes like this is our first night together. There’s passion and need and desperation. “I need you,” she hisses as she opens my shirt and runs her hands across my chest. “Take it out. Get that dick out.”

I shiver at the order, fumbling to follow it. I’ve never had a complex with my cock-size, but in this room I’m definitely below the average.

I’m very hard. So hard that Farah even comments on it as she wraps her fingers around me. “You like what you see.” Before I can correct her—tell her that I may like it, but I’m not sure about her joining it—she leans in and encloses my dick in her wet, soft mouth.

She only sucks a few times, though, getting me nice and wet before she stands. We kiss as we shift. She directs me into the chair, turns away from me, and sinks down onto my cock.

“Oh, yes,” we sigh as one. I haven’t felt her this wet since the threesome with Jordan. There’s almost no friction, just smooth, liquid warmth.

Taylor continued to get double teamed, the men now plunging into her ass and pussy as one. “Fuck me! Fuck me, I’m so full!”

She’s pumping another dick with her right hand. Someone scoots forward on her left side, and she turns and wraps her mouth around his cock. Jordan props her up so that she can jerk and suck the two men, while the guy in her ass holds her hips steady and rams home. 

Farah rubs her shaved twat furiously as she watches it all, desperate to get off. It’s been too long and she’s been on edge all afternoon.

“Give me your come!” For a fleeting moment, I think it’s Farah begging. But of course it’s Taylor, screaming the order as she’s plugged up.

The guys around her do, one after another. The two cocks in her face blast her. The guy in her ass pulls out and jerks off all over her back. Jordan, beneath her, roars as he fills his wife.

Farah is so close. I can feel it in the way she thrusts back, and hear it in her ragged breathing. I race to match her, but her climax outpaces mine. She lets go. She screams.

It draws attention. A couple of the guys waiting to take their turn with Taylor look over—the two black guys who I watched hit on Farah earlier. One nudges the other, nodding in our direction. Farah sees it, too. I feel her stiffen.

“You want them?” I ask into the mass of her dark hair.

On the bed, the tangle of bodies shift as new men fill in where Taylor’s first round was. This time, she straddles one man, facing away, as she slots his cock into her butt. Her bald pussy gapes at us just before a new man moves forward and starts a second DP.

Farah checks on me. I can see that she’s tempted, but she’s nervous. I squeeze her to me. “I’m here. I’m right here,” I say.

She nods, and before I know it, the guys are parked on either side of her, their thighs like tree trunks, their bodies rising like mountains. She wraps her hands around both of their dicks—tentative at first, getting used to their size. 

On the bed, Taylor shows her the way. Our neighbor has no hesitation, engulfing one cock beside her as she tugs on the one opposite. Farah must see it, because a moment later, she follows the blonde’s lead. I’m right there behind her. I can practically feel her as she takes the big black shaft into her mouth. She gags as he pushes deeper, resets, and slathers his shaft as she swallows even more.

I watch, just a foot away. I play with her tits, my cock still buried inside of her, as she focuses on the two new men around us. Like Taylor, Farah finds her rhythm. She swaps off, leaving one man’s dick bathed in her saliva as she goes to town on the other.

I know I can’t resist much longer. I know that I’m about to explode just watching Farah suck these two dicks. It won’t stop there, though. She won’t be able to resist the call of the bed, the call to escalate. Taylor has been prepping us for this moment since she first brought up the idea of an arrangement. Back then, we weren’t ready. Are we now?

“Uhhn!” I groan, shuddering as I erupt. It’s too much. The night is spinning, spinning, and I’m losing control.

Taylor is screaming out an orgasm, jerking the cocks on either side of her, her wrists a blur of motion. The guy fucking her pussy pulls out. A new man rapidly takes his place. One of the guys flanking her starts to come, and she swallows the dick, drinking down his offering as the other dude waits his turn.

I slip out of Farah, soft now, yet not fully so. Too soft for what she needs right now, though, yet I don’t think she’s ready to leave my side. She stares at one of the men she’s jerking off, meeting his eyes. “I want you to fuck me.”

He grins. “And I’d love to fuck the hell out of you.”

She looks at the other guy. “You, too.”

Then, she moves to the floor, turns onto her knees, and takes my half-limp dick into her mouth. Behind her, one guy gets on his knees, fists his dick, and enters her. I feel it all the way down my shaft, her moan reverberating through me. I spring to life, hard again. Farah is encouraged, sucking my dick as this total stranger starts to do her.

But we are the side show. Taylor cycles through the other men, drowned in masculinity. They slap her face with their cocks and jerk off all over her. There is always at least one man in her ass, and most of the time, there’s one in her pussy.

The guys with Farah take turns with her, and once I’m fully erect again, she just lays her head on my thigh and casually pumps me as they pump her. I wonder if she’ll take more men. What Taylor has done is normalize what was once over-the-top.

Eventually, the guys fucking Farah reach their limit. “I’m close, baby. Where do you want it?”

She glances back at them, then beyond them, to Taylor. “On her,” she says. “Go join the boys and give her the fantasy that she wants.”

He looks mildly disappointed. I feel it, too, but he pulls out and joins the others, who are now ringing the blonde, jerking off. His friend plunges into Farah, working himself up before he does the same.

Farah crawls up beside me, kissing me and clutching my dick. “Too much?” I ask her.

“Not yet,” she says.

“Yes!” Taylor cries behind her. “Come all over me, boys.”

Farah half turns, but doesn’t look back. We can both imagine what’s going on. “But I want to join her.”

My breath catches.

“Want to join her together?”

I nod. “Yes, together.”

As I watch my beautiful wife—her shoulders back, tits forward, head high—wade into the collection of men who part around her like the Red Sea, I’m a twisted contraction of emotion. I’m anxious and angsty and nervous, but also proud, and definitely turned on. 

I’m also right behind her, watching her ass, watching other men watch her ass. She finds Taylor, crawling over the blonde, who pulls her in for a volcanic, girl-on-girl kiss. 

Taylor is covered in sweat and come, her hair matted to her forehead. Somehow her makeup isn’t smeared, although her lipstick is long gone.

The guys cheer at the lesbian show, although the passion and desire are very real. “Thanks for coming,” Taylor says. Her voice sounds like she’s just smoked a million cigarettes.

“Hope your fantasy is living up to expectations,” Farah says. I’m shocked as she licks some come off of the other woman’s neck.

“You’re here,” Taylor says. “So expectations are about to be met.”

Farah moves down between Taylor’s legs, as the blonde means back into some guy and opens her thighs. To me, she says, “There is nothing like feeling the softness of a woman after being drowned in all these men. It’s like a glass of milk after overindulging in a coo-KEY!”

Farah runs her tongue along Taylor’s clit and presses her fingers into her well-used pussy. I haven’t seen her do that before, only heard her talk about it. I move up beside Taylor to get a better angle. Farah isn’t bashful. When she licks and sucks, she does it because she’s as into it as I am when I go down on her. Her eyes are angled up at us, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she sees me watching her.

“You better get back there,” Taylor says between gasps. “Unless you want these guys running a train on your wife.” The blonde gives me a delighted look. “Which would be hot as fuck.”

I know it would be, but we’re not there. Not her. I move behind Farah, seeing how right Taylor is. The guys look ready to pounce, but they defer to me with great disappointment. I enter her with more vigor than intended, but Farah doesn’t mind. She shivers but doesn’t miss a beat, continuing her work between Taylor’s slender thighs.

“Don’t come in her,” the blonde says. “Save it for me. I want you to be the first to start the train on me!”

I almost lose it on that idea alone. Taylor is like the embodiment of carnal desire. She’s too much. She’s over-the-top. When Farah makes her come, she screams, “Fuck I love your wife’s tongue!”

She pulls Farah up to her as the two kiss and whisper. The guys around are getting antsy, ready to jump back into the action. It doesn’t take long. Farah moves away, and Taylor gets on the end of the bed, ass up, face down, ready to receive.

I’m the first there, sinking into her moist snatch. But there are others around. Someone sits down beside her, grabs her by the hair, and yanks her to his waiting dick. I hesitate at the physicality of it until Taylor looks back and grunts, “Don’t stop!”

So I don’t. I throw myself into it, fucking her the way I watched others fuck her earlier. She likes it rough. She wants it hard. I grab her hips and pound away until my balls tighten.

“I’m coming,” I gasp.

“Do it. Fill me up. I want to feel it!”

I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I sink deep and unleash myself on her, my cock pulsing and my head going bright and dazzling. The train has left the station. I stumble back, and another takes my place. I sit on the chair from earlier, and see that the men have lined up. At the back, grinning like the king of the world, is Jordan. Some would call him a cuckold, but none of the men in that room would. He is a fucking star.

Farah, I realize, isn’t in the room any longer. I look around, thinking she must be behind the great mass of muscle and masculinity, but she’s definitely not there.

I stand, wondering if she’s just gone to the bathroom, or to get some water, or just to take a break. But I know that’s not it. I know, and feel my stomach rise inside me.

I hear her in the next room over as soon as I step out into the hall. She’s panting hard, moaning, pleading for something that I can’t quite understand. 

I understand as soon as I step into the room. “Slow, take it… take it slow—OH!”

Farah isn’t in the bed with just one man, but two. The two guys who fucked her earlier are in bed, their dark, sleek skin dappled with perspiration, their black bodies enveloping Farah’s caramel curves. She is straddling one guy, his dick stretching her wide as the other kneels just behind her, pressing himself against her asshole.

My gasp draws Farah’s attention. She whips her head around to look at me, but she’s not embarrassed or ashamed at being caught. She looks pleased that I’ve joined her, happy that I’m there to watch this moment.

Her eyes squeeze shut as the guy behind her presses forward. He isn’t just positioning himself against her ass. He’s already inside of her, the tip of that bulbous dick already stretching her asshole.

We’d had anal sex before—special occasions for me both times. I never thought that it did much for Farah, yet here she is now, taking a much bigger black cock in her backdoor.

“Oh, my… oh yes… you feel so… huge! Both of you!”

She pushes her hair out of her face, but her eyes are still shut and her mouth is slack. No sound emerges as her lover sinks deep into her butt. Not at first. Then, like she’s on a delay, the cry comes, loud and hard. “Ohhh, yes! That’s so… so intense!”

“Told you you could take it,” the guy in her ass says.

“I can,” Farah said, gasping. “I can take it…” She moans. “It’s so… much!”

The guys had done this before, clearly. When they start to fuck her, there’s no fumbling around or awkwardness. When they get to it, they take her like a team, and Farah loses her mind.

I can’t believe it, either. The group scene in the other room is wild in all the ways that I expect it to be wild. It was visual overload. I didn’t know where to look. Here, in this smaller room, in the smaller bed, with just Farah and her two black lovers, I know exactly where to look.

“I’m so… it’s so… full! Fuck, I feel like… I’m gonna…” Whatever she felt like she was going to do, I never find out. She seems to climax for the next ten minutes as these two guys plug her up.

I’m so hard, watching. I sit on the edge of the bed because there’s nothing else in this room, watching this bonus threesome that I never thought I would see.

“Oh, fuck, he’s coming!” she screams. “He’s coming in my ass, baby!”

I’m jerking myself, doing my best to save it for later, but it’s so hard to do.

“Ah! Oh! Your turn next,” she says to the guy beneath her.  “Give it to me, please.”

He must, because she goes off next and he’s grunting and groaning, grabbing her hips. The other man sits back, leaving Farah’s ass gaping. Come spews out, and just beneath, where his friend is balls deep in her, more come escapes her pussy. It’s the most lewd thing that I’ve ever seen. I don’t even watch porn this gonzo, yet here is my beautiful wife doing it as the star.

The guys leave after that. “Thanks, man, your wife’s a fuck-ton of fun,” says one. 

The other gives me his number, in case we want more fun. They head back to the main event, which I can still hear going on. I shut the door behind them and go to Farah, who is on the bed, a ragged tangle of heaving, sweaty flesh.

But she’s conscious, and when she feels my body on the bed, she shifts to look at me. “Hey,” she says weakly. 

“Hey, yourself.”

“You upset?” She pushes her hair from her face, matted and damp.

“No.” I move onto the bed beside her.  She smells like other men and sweat and semen. “A little shocked, but no, definitely not upset.”

“I can’t believe that just happened,” she says.

“Funny, that’s supposed to be my line.”

“Watching Taylor take all those men was crazy,” she says.

“You don’t have to justify it.”

Farah glances at me. She’s still the same Farah, inquisitive and smart. She isn’t justifying. She’s trying to understand for herself. “I wanted to join, you know? Kind of? But it also scared me. I’ve never had a one-night-stand. To go from that truth to fucking a bunch of strangers at once…” She blushes. “So after I… after the sex with Taylor, I knew that if I stayed, I’d be right on that bed beside her, ass up as guys lined up. And I realized that I’m not ready for that. Yet.” She knows the power of the one word, and says it clear-eyed and staring right at me. “So I left.”

“But not alone,” I point out.

“No. You were fucking Taylor, and I kind of knew Deion and Sammy, so I just, kind of…” Now she looks apologetic. “I’m sorry, I should have waited for you.”

“And I’m glad you didn’t. Walking in on you fucking like that—an extra special threesome—was intense in all the best ways. I love how sexual you get with others.”

“Same.”

“I never was sure about the idea of you with Jordan. I mostly agreed to it—“

“So you could fuck Taylor, I know.”

“But now,” I continue with a blush, “I get why he’s okay sharing her with other men. Or, not sharing, she’s not an object, but you know what I mean.”

“You understand why he’s okay watching her get it on with other people,” Farah clarifies. “Yeah, same. Tomorrow, it’ll just be the two of them again, but they’ll see each other through this new lens.”

“He’ll see her with a bunch of guys jerking off all over her face,” I say.  “Just like I’ll see you getting DPed. And yet you’re still the same woman I married.”

“I’m still her,” she says, adding, “Just, like, leveled up.”

“I’ll say.” Taylor screams something in the next room over. We smile at one another. “Want to go back in there and level up some more?”

“No, thank you,” Farah says with a laugh. “I have everything I need right here in this room.”

She kisses me, pushes me onto my back, and lowers herself onto my cock. We sigh together. 

She’s right. This is everything I need.

Seriously, that's the end.

So this part wasn't necessary. The first three parts adequately captured the journey of the couple into multi-partner sex. But I had never written a true gangbang into a story. In a figurative way, I'm Taylor in this story, wanting to see what was possible. Also, like we all know, we only get better at our craft with practice, and I don't think it's spoiling too much to say that my upcoming story, In Too Deep (which will start publishing next week), is going to feature some pretty wild sex scenes. So Taylor's short is my test bed.

Hope you enjoyed it. There will be no more stories featuring this foursome, I'm afraid to say. I don't even have a name for the husband! He's just a nameless guy, a detail that started as a fun thing but became difficult as more parts were writte