Lizzie and I had been married for just over a year when we moved to Westmouth. I had accepted a promotion at a large, well-regarded secondary school in the south coast town, which prompted the move. It meant more responsibility and a higher salary; even though we had no connections there, we also had nothing holding us back in our old town, so we decided to go for it.

We moved at the beginning of the long summer break to give us time to settle in before I started work in September. Lizzie found part-time work at a local branch of a regional law firm shortly after we arrived, which was certainly a bonus. We didn’t need the extra money, but it didn’t hurt—we planned on putting aside and using it to pay for a fancy summer holiday somewhere exotic.

Obviously, we didn’t know many people in this unfamiliar new town where everyone spoke with a curious, musical accent and at the suggestion of another teacher at my new school, I joined a local Sunday League football team.

It was a typical amateur outfit. Most guys were more interested in the social aspect than the sport, and we often gathered in a pub on Sunday afternoons after the match for a couple of beers and some grub.

Not all the players’ wives or girlfriends joined us—hell, I don’t think all my teammates even had wives or girlfriends—but Lizzie made friends with a couple of them who did.

Yes, joining the team was certainly good for our social life and, although we didn’t know it then, it would do wonders for our sex life too.

At the end of a moderately successful first season with the team, Lizzie and I thought throwing a party for my teammates and their partners would be a nice way to say ‘thank you’ for welcoming us. Since it was late spring—almost summer—we decided on a barbecue in the back garden. If nothing else, it meant more space to accommodate everyone.

We told our guests to arrive around seven and ‘bring a bottle’. Unsurprisingly, the booze flowed freely throughout the evening.

Most people stayed outside for the first few hours. It was a warm evening, and the barbecue smoke smelled divine. I manned the grill while Lizzie kept everyone’s glasses topped up and plates full with the food I’d so manfully cooked. All in all, it was a fun party.

It stayed warm well after dusk, although as darkness fell, some wives and girlfriends started drifting inside to congregate in the kitchen.

Around eleven, some guests began heading home, mostly the players with partners. Eventually, only two other couples and a few single guys remained.

Billy’s wife, Jenny, and Jack’s wife, Alyson, were keeping Lizzie company and polishing off a bottle of wine in the kitchen, while we guys stood around in the lounge chatting as highlights from the day’s professional matches played on the telly. The conversation among us men was the typical bullshit guys toss around—particularly when beer is flowing freely. And the two main subjects?

Sport and sex.

Obviously.

We talked about the season we’d had and the professional season as it reached its climactic last day—with two teams in the running for the title and two relegation candidates going head-to-head. We discussed the upcoming World Cup that summer and England’s (slim) hopes of lifting the trophy. That led to talk about the England WAGs—who was hottest and who we wouldn’t touch in a million years.

The consensus? We’d bang pretty much all of them.

Then our goalkeeper, Big Nev (aptly named, in more ways than one), asked, “Hey, Billy, when are we gonna get to bang Jenny again? It’s been a while.”

“I don’t know, Nev. We’ve both been busy.”

“Does he mean what it sounds like?” I asked, glancing around.

“Pretty much,” Billy confirmed. “Jenny and I have what you’d call an open marriage. Basically, she’s hot to trot, and I’m not embarrassed to admit I can’t keep up on my own. Not as young as I used to be. So, the guys here help out sometimes.”

“And you’re okay with that?” My voice cracked slightly. The idea of a man letting other men fuck his wife ... or did his wife fuck other men? Was there a difference?

“Why wouldn’t I be? Saves me from an early grave,” Billy chuckled, nudging my ribs. “And as much fun as death by fucking might sound, I don’t fancy finding out—know what I mean?” He laughed at his own joke. “Besides, there are perks. Jenny can hardly complain if I dip my wick elsewhere when she’s choking down some other bloke’s cock, can she?”

“So, you fuck around on her?”

“Not behind her back. Well, not usually. Look, put it this way: all the guys on the team have had a crack at Jenny. Except you—just lack of opportunity, nothing personal.” He grinned. “And in return, I’ve had a go at their other halves. Fair’s fair, right? Some I had to, you know, seduce. Put the moves on. But not all. Hell, Alyson’s still here, isn’t she, Jack?”

Jack nodded. “Sure is.”

“Well,” Billy lowered his voice conspiratorially, “she’s almost as big a slut as my Jenny.”

“That she is,” Jack agreed readily. “Only ... I can keep up with her better than you can with your missus.” We all laughed, Billy included.

“Hey,” Big Nev said, rubbing his hands together, “since two of the team sluts are here, why not set something up now? Go get ‘em, Billy. You know Jenny’s always up for it. Bet Alyson is too. Been fucking ages since we last gangbanged her. Not since last season, right?”

Jack and Billy exchanged a look; Billy raised his eyebrows, a silent question passing between them. It looked like they were seriously considering it.

“What? Here?” The words squeaked out—they were talking about a gangbang in my lounge!

“Sure,” Big Nev boomed, his voice deep as his shoulders were wide. “You don’t mind, do you? You’re due a crack at her crack. No time like the present!”

“But ... But ... Lizzie?”

“She can join in if she wants,” Billy offered casually. “The guys won’t mind. Will you, lads?”

A chorus of “No!” and lewd encouragement erupted as I shook my head, trying to articulate my real concern. It wasn’t that I thought Lizzie would ever join in—the idea was ludicrous. I knew she would never consider fucking even one other guy, let alone a whole gang of them. But I dreaded her reaction if the guys started fucking Jenny, and probably Alyson, right here on our lounge carpet. We’d only just had it fitted. Barely two months old!

On the other hand ... a conflicting heat rose in my gut. My cock was already rock hard at the thought of watching Jenny and Alyson, both undeniably hot, getting fucked ... maybe even joining in myself ... I mean, if they both really had fucked all the other guys on the team, then damn it, why should I be the odd man out?

Billy left the lounge and headed for the kitchen, returning less than a minute later with a giggling, tipsy Jenny in tow. She wore a silly grin, eyes sparkling with mischief. Clearly, this was a woman who wanted to have some fun.

Billy grabbed a couple of cushions from the sofa and tossed them on the floor while Jenny pulled her top over her head, then pushed her skirt down and stepped out of it. She stood in the centre of the room, striking a pose for the guys with her hands on her hips and one leg slightly bent. Her body was the stuff wet dreams were made of—the body of a porn-star, you might say. Long, bottle-blonde hair framed a face with high cheekbones and full, pouty lips. Her large tits threatened to bust out of her bra and her legs looked incredible in black hold-up stockings and high heels. Wide hips tapered to a narrow waist, and her skimpy lace panties left little to the imagination—it was clear that she kept the lady-garden neatly trimmed.

With a seductive smile, she unhooked her bra and dropped it onto the pile of clothes on the floor beside her. Then she looked directly at me, winked, and bent to slide off her panties. She stepped out of them, added them to the growing pile of discarded clothes, then straightened up, struck a pose once more, and asked, “Well, boys, who’s first?”

Clothes scattered all over the room as my teammates scrambled to get naked.

Was this really happening?

Mouth agape, I watched Big Nev approach Jenny, pull her into his arms and kiss her deeply. He massaged her arse with his enormous goalkeeper’s hands, while she hungrily kissed him back, grabbed his huge cock and stroked it.

A few moments later, Jenny was on her back and Big Nev was slamming away between her legs.

I stared, unable to process the scene. For one thing, how did Big Nev’s donkey cock fit in Jenny’s cunt—or any woman’s cunt for that matter. The fucking thing was massive. But it did fit. And he’d jammed it up inside her right there in my living room.

On my new carpet!

My eyes darted around wildly.

And then I saw Lizzie. She stood in the doorway beside Alyson, and I heard her mutter, almost inaudibly, “I ... I thought they were joking.”

“Oh, they never joke about sex,” Alyson replied coolly. “Jenny’s a fucking slut.” She paused. “Although, in fairness, so am I.” Another pause. “Actually, so are most of us. It must be a team bonding kind of thing.” She glanced at Lizzie and said, “You should try it.”

I didn’t hear Lizzie’s response; my attention snapped back to the centre of the room as Big Nev grunted loudly, pumping his cum deep into Jenny’s pussy. She moaned just as loudly, her body arching in what looked like her own orgasm.

When his hips stopped jerking, two sets of hands pulled Big Nev off her to make way for the next contestant. But Billy stepped in before Charlie, our leading goal scorer, took Nev’s place. “Hold on, hold on. Let’s be fair. Give the host his turn before she gets too sloppy. It’s his first time, don’t forget.”

I can’t have heard him right—my ears must have been playing tricks on me. It sounded like Billy, my teammate, was offering me his wife’s pussy.

“Yeah. Come on, stud. Show me what you’ve got.” Jenny’s voice, husky now, joined the invitation.

This was fucking insane.

But even though my little head knew what it wanted, and was so hard it was straining against my jeans, my big head knew right from wrong. Lizzie was right there in the room. Watching. It felt like treason to drop to my knees and stick my cock in Jenny’s cunt. A complete shattering of our marriage vows. A massive breach of trust.

Almost as massive as Big Nev’s cock... The thought slithered in, unwelcome.

“No, No, I ... It wouldn’t be ... I just—” My protest died in my throat.

“Oh, stop being a fucking pussy and fuck that fucking pussy,” Billy snapped. “Come on, man. Just look at her! She’s getting impatient.”

Sprawled on her back, Jenny pinched her nipples and licked her lips slowly. Her legs were spread wide, feet together, and a drop of Big Nev’s cum oozed from her gaping cunt.

This was a terrible idea.

A catastrophic, life-altering bad idea.

My eyes flicked over to Lizzie. Her face was pale, eyes wide with shock. Then back to Jenny, stroking her inner thighs, her touch deliberate, inviting.

If I hadn’t drunk so much...

If the guys weren’t all watching, expecting ... egging me on...

If I had more willpower...

But the beer, the pressure, and the devil on my shoulder whispering that everyone else had sampled this forbidden fruit and I was the only one left out...

It chipped away at my resolve.

I shrugged, a pathetic gesture of surrender.

A stupid, drunken grin spread across my face as I stepped forward and fumbled with my belt buckle. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a blur of motion—Lizzie turning, storming out of the room.

Sure, she’s pissed off right now, but she’ll get over it, that devil whispered in my ear. I’m sure she will. She always does. Well, usually.

I pushed my trousers and boxers down, then dropped to my knees between Jenny’s spread legs. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I took my cock in my hand and rubbed the head in the folds of her pussy, coating it with her juices—and, inevitably, Big Nev’s cum, though that barely registered.

I positioned the head between her gaping lips and shoved all the way home on the first thrust, sliding balls deep, my pelvis banging into hers. Heavenly.

Jenny’s cunt wasn’t as tight around my cock as Lizzie’s, but she had just taken Big Nev’s monster. Not that I cared. This was the first new pussy I’d been in since before I met Lizzie. The thrill was more about novelty than pure sensation.

The guys cheered me on, chanting my name like I’d just scored the winner in the cup final. One of them—Charlie—knelt by Jenny’s head, his cock aimed at her face. She pushed herself up on her elbows to reach it and sucked his dick into her mouth. I’d never been this close to someone getting sucked off. My eyes widened as her nose brushed his pubes and his shaft made a thick bulge down her throat.

“Damn, that’s good,” Charlie said. “Best fucking cocksucker ever.”

A surge of excitement, stronger than anything I’d felt in years, shot through me.

The problem was, it was too strong. I’d barely established a rhythm when I felt the cum boiling in my balls.

It could’ve only been two or three minutes. I sped up, thrusting frantically until I couldn’t hold back, freezing at full depth as I hosed down Jenny’s cunt with spurt after spurt of cum.

Balls finally empty, breathing hard, I felt Charlie push my shoulder—his turn. I pulled out and sat back on my haunches, watching as Jenny sat up, then shifted onto all fours for Charlie. Facing me now, she winked as he took her from behind, fucking her hard, making her tits bounce.

I scrambled up and collapsed into my favourite armchair to watch the show. Somewhat dazed, I scanned the room full of naked men awaiting their turn, but saw no sign of Lizzie or Alyson. Alyson must have followed Lizzie when she stormed out after I started on Jenny.

Hopefully, she could talk some sense into her. Okay, maybe not sense, but perhaps stop her from wanting to chop my balls off with her favourite kitchen knife—the big one she used for cutting steak.

A loud groan drew my attention back to Jenny. She was now sucking hungrily on Jack’s dick while Charlie still slammed into her from behind. They bounced her back and forth between them; she looked ecstatic.

Then, Lizzie’s voice cut through the noise from the doorway.

“Hey guys, don’t wear yourselves out on Jenny! There are two more pussies here that need fucking. Lots and lots of fucking!”

Every head in the room whipped around towards the doorway where Lizzie and Alyson stood, one arms around each other’s waists, and their other hands gently rubbing each other’s pussies.

“Lizzie, what are—”

“Not one word out of you!” she snapped, pulling her hand from Alyson’s crotch to wag a finger at me. “This is just as much my party as it is yours and I intend to enjoy it. So you just sit there and watch me have some fun. And damn, I’m going to have some fun!” She turned to the room. “So ... Who’s first? I reckon I’ve got some catching up to do.”

Billy, standing closest, took her hand and pulled her to the centre of the room. He gently pushed her to her knees and aimed his erection towards her face.

She looked up at him, took his cock in her hand, then glanced over at me and grinned—a challenging, triumphant smirk. She winked, holding my gaze as she opened her mouth, slowly moved her head forward, and wrapped her lips around Billy’s knob.

Those eyes, those gorgeous brown eyes, positively glowed. With what? Excitement? Desire? Revenge?

All three?

Whatever it was, the intensity remained as she closed her eyes, moaned, and sucked more of my teammate’s cock into her mouth.

“Like what you see?”

Alyson’s voice made me jump and look up at her. I hadn’t realised she’d glided over and now perched on the arm of my chair. I’d been utterly engrossed watching Lizzie suck another man’s dick. “I ... I...” I shook my head, speechless. “I don’t know.”

“Just wait until she bends over, ready to get fucked. Wait until you watch Billy’s big dick slide into her for the first time ... Jack says there’s no feeling like it.” She took a deep breath. “Mind you, I get a similar thrill every time I see Jack slide into some other woman, too. Almost as much of a thrill as when some other bloke slams into me.”

I sat in stunned silence as Alyson’s husband approached my wife. Even as Lizzie continued to suck hungrily on Billy’s cock, Jack repositioned her, pushing her to lean forward and spreading her knees wide enough to give him access to her pussy.

I’m certain he deliberately gave me a fantastic view as he moved closer, rubbed his cockhead in her folds and coating it with her obviously ample lubrication.