Five Friends, My Rules

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Five Friends, My Rules
A Twisted, Extended Cuckold Gangbang Tale of Total Power and Cum
I am 35, my husband is 44, and his five closest friends, Jake, Ryan, Derek, Mike, and Tom, are all in their early twenties: fit, horny, cocky young men who have no idea what they signed up for tonight. Game night at our apartment started with beers and laughs, but I had orchestrated everything. My husband was already prepared: completely naked, hands zip-tied behind his back to a heavy wooden chair in the corner, his pathetic cock locked in a shiny pink chastity cage.
This was never what I wanted to be, and not what I married for. I was happily married for 10 years with my husband. He was my first love and the man that I gave myself to as my first lover..
I am beautiful if I have to say that myself. Blond, with a nice rack, ass and sculpted body from years of gymnastics. I had to keep telling men NO from I start blooming at age 14. Men always wanted me, but I was not raised with low morals. This does not means that I do not like sex. Although, I always think of it as making love with the love of my life.
We follow the normal route, got engaged, got married and then had a very happy 10 years of married live. We have two children, a son and a daughter but they do not play a role in this story.
At that point my husband start pushing me into sharing myself with other man while he watched. The more I told him that I am not interested, the more he keep on moaning about it.
It came to point when he organise a birthday party for me on my 34th birthday. He invite some of his friends, telling them that I will be available as the main attraction.
This was done without my knowledge. That night my husband was very lovely attentive kissing and holding me while plying me with Brandy. I remember that he gave me a capsule for headache before I pass out. I glimpsed the name AMBIEN but I did not did not know what is was.
When I woke up on the next morning it was with naked men in my bed, my body covered with cum and my ass and pussy gaping and sore. My husband were grinning when he told me that now I am the hot wife as he wanted.
The betrayal broke me, and I hope my faithless husband like the new me
This is the new me
The key dangled between my tits. He looked broken and desperately aroused already. Perfect.
I stood in the centre of the living room in my tiny black micro-dress that barely covered my ass, no
bra, no panties. The air was thick with anticipation.

“Boys,” I purred, turning slowly so every pair of eyes could drink me in. “The real game starts now.
My husband has been a disappointing little cuck for far too long. Tonight, his five best friends are
going to remind him what a real woman needs, and more. He’s going to watch, serve, and be
used right alongside me. Every single one of you is going to fuck my holes . . . and then you’re going
to fuck his mouth and his ass while I direct every thrust. Isn’t that right, cucky?”

He whimpered. I laughed — a low, cruel, darkly amused sound that made my bare pussy clench
with power.
I snapped my fingers at Jake. “You first. On your knees. Eat my pussy like it’s your last meal.
The rest of you, strip and stroke those cocks while you watch your friend tongue-fuck your best
friend’s wife.”
Jake dropped instantly. I hiked up the dress, spread my legs, and ground my already slick cunt
against his eager mouth. His tongue was broad and hungry. I kept my eyes locked on my husband.
“See that, babe?” I moaned, rolling my hips. “Your friends can’t wait to destroy me . . . and then
destroy you. You’re just going to sit there in your little cage and leak while they do it.”

I came hard and fast, thighs shaking as I squirted a hot gush of girl-cum all over Jake’s face and
the floor. The wet sound was obscene. I laughed breathlessly as the other four groaned and stroked
their rapidly hardening cocks.
“Good start,” I said, pushing Jake back. “Now all of you, strip. I want to see what I’m working
with.”
Five hard cocks sprang free, all thicker, longer, and more eager than my husband’s trapped little
dick. I felt a rush of pure, intoxicating power. These men were mine tonight. Every hole, every
load, every thrust.

I chose the order like a queen.
“Ryan, on the couch on your back.” I climbed on top of him, rubbed the fat head of his cock along
my soaked slit. “Watch closely, cucky. This is how a real cock stretches your wife.”
I sank down in one slow, deliberate motion. His thick length forced my inner lips apart, the fat
head popping inside before the veined shaft stretched my walls obscenely wide. I bottomed out with
a guttural moan, heavy balls pressed against my ass. The burning stretch melted into overwhelming
pleasure.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned loud enough for everyone. “So much deeper than you ever reach, hubby. Look
at how my pussy is swallowing him whole.”
I started riding him hard — rising until just the head remained, then slamming back down so my
ass slapped his thighs. The wet squelch of my juices was constant, erotic and filthy. I came again within
minutes, pussy clenching violently, milking every ridge as I squirted hard, and soaking his abs and balls.
Hot girl-cum sprayed out around his plunging shaft.
I didn’t stop. I kept riding through the orgasm.
Then I looked over my shoulder at Derek. “My ass. Now. And don’t you dare be gentle.”
Derek moved behind me. I felt the blunt pressure of his even fatter head against my tight asshole. I
pushed back eagerly as he applied steady force. The resistant ring stretched dramatically around
his girth, burning deliciously as inch after inch of veiny shaft disappeared into my ass.
He bottomed out with his balls resting against Ryan’s. The dual fullness made my eyes roll back.
“Oh my fucking god,” I gasped, voice raw. “They’re both inside me. Look at this, cucky. Your two
best friends are double-stuffing your wife at the same time.”
They started thrusting in perfect alternating rhythm — one pulling out as the other drove deep.
Every stroke rubbed against the thin wall separating my holes. I could feel the obscene bulge in my
lower belly from Derek’s deep anal pounding. The wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh filled the
room. I screamed through another violent orgasm, my pussy erupting in powerful jets of squirt that
drenched both men and the couch.
The other three watched, stroking, waiting their turn like good boys.
I kept directing the entire night like the goddess I was.
“Switch holes,” I ordered after a while. “Mike, get in my pussy. Tom, my mouth. I want to taste
my ass on your cock while Mike ruins my cunt.”
They obeyed instantly. I sucked Tom greedily while Mike slammed into my well-fucked pussy, his
cock sliding easily through the mess of my squirt and Ryan’s precum. I came again, gagging on
Tom’s cock as my body convulsed.
I made them rotate so every single one of the five got deep inside both my pussy and my ass multiple
times. I made them compete, who could make me squirt the hardest, who could last the longest
without cumming. When one got too close I laughed and made him pull out and slap his cock
against my clit or my husband’s cage instead while another took over.
The dark humor flowed as easily as my juices.
“Look at you, babe,” I taunted my husband between moans. “Your best friends are taking turns
destroying the holes you can barely satisfy. Isn’t it funny how much better they fuck me? Your
little caged dick is never going to feel this good again. . . but don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of cock
tonight too.”
One of the guys, Chris, chuckled darkly while balls-deep in my ass. “She’s right, man. Your
wife is a fucking slut for real cock.”
I came so hard I almost blacked out, screaming “Yes! Call me that while you fuck me!”
By the time they were ready to cum the first round, I was a shaking, dripping mess. I had squirted
so many times the floor and couch were soaked. My makeup was ruined, hair wild, dress bunched
around my waist.
I made them all finish inside me in the first round.
One by one they buried themselves to the hilt and unloaded thick ropes of cum into my womb and
ass. I felt every hot spurt painting my insides. I came with each one, milking them greedily as their
cum overflowed around their shafts and mixed with my squirt, running down in messy rivers.
When all five had emptied themselves into me (some more than once in this round), I finally climbed
off on shaky legs. Thick white cum leaked from both my stretched holes in heavy, continuous rivers,
mixing with my girl-cum and dripping down my thighs in obscene, glistening strands. My pussy
and ass were gaping slightly, well-fucked and overflowing. My entire lower body glistened. I looked
like the ultimate used slut, and I had never felt more powerful.
I turned to my husband. His face was flushed crimson with humiliation, his caged cock straining
uselessly, a pathetic string of precum dangling from the tip.

I walked over, spread my legs right in front of his face, and grabbed his hair. “Clean-up duty starts
now, cucky. But first . . . the boys need more holes to use. You’ve been watching long enough. It’s
time you joined the fun properly.”
The five guys laughed, low, dark, satisfied laughs.
I pointed at Jake. “You. Fuck my husband’s mouth while he cleans my pussy. I want to watch him
gag on real cock while he tastes how much you filled me.”
Jake grinned and stepped forward, his cock still half-hard and glistening with my juices and his
cum. I untied one of my husband’s hands just enough to guide him, then pushed his head forward.
“Open wide, cucky. Show the boys what a good cocksucker you are for your wife’s friends.”
Jake fed his thick cock into my husband’s mouth. I watched with dark delight as my husband gagged
and sucked, tears forming in his eyes while Jake started thrusting gently at first, then harder.
“That’s it,” I cooed, grinding my cum-filled pussy against my husband’s face at the same time.
“Suck his cock clean while you eat my cream pie. Taste your friends’ cum mixed with my pussy.”
Jake groaned. “Fuck, he’s actually good at this.”
I laughed cruelly. “Of course he is. He’s been practicing on my strap-on for months. Now deeper —
I want to hear him choke.”
Jake fucked my husband’s mouth in earnest while I rode his face, feeling my husband’s tongue
desperately lapping at the thick loads leaking from my pussy. I came again on his tongue, squirting
more mess into his mouth as Jake unloaded a second load down his throat.
I made every single one of the five friends take a turn fucking my husband’s mouth while he cleaned
my holes or while I sat on his face. They rotated, some fucking my pussy or ass again while others
used his mouth. The sounds of gagging, slurping, wet thrusts, and my laughter filled the room.
But I wasn’t done with his ass.
After the mouth round, I had them bend my husband over the arm of the couch, still caged, face
down.
“Derek,” I ordered, “fuck my husband’s ass. Nice and deep. I want to hear him moan like the slut
he is while the rest of you watch and stroke.”
Derek pressed his thick cock against my husband’s tight hole. I had prepped him earlier with lube
and my fingers, but it was still a struggle. The fat head forced past the resistant ring with steady
pressure. Inch after inch disappeared as Derek sank balls-deep into my husband’s ass.
My husband let out a broken, muffled moan into the couch cushions.
I knelt beside him, grabbed his hair, and made him look at me. “That’s it, cucky. Take his cock in
your ass like a good boy. Your friends are going to use every hole tonight — mine and yours. Isn’t
this what you secretly wanted?”
He could only whimper and nod as Derek started thrusting, the wet slapping sounds obscene.
I made each of the five friends fuck my husband’s ass in turn. While one pounded his hole, another
fucked his mouth or my holes.
I directed every combination:
Jake fucking my husband’s ass while Ryan fucked my pussy from behind, my husband forced
to watch inches away.
Derek in my ass while Mike fucked my husband’s mouth.
Tom fucking my husband’s ass while I sat on my husband’s face, making him eat the fresh
creampie from my pussy.

The power rush was intoxicating. I came countless times — from cocks in my pussy, in my ass, from
tongues, from watching my husband get used and humiliated. I squirted all over them repeatedly.
The room reeked of sex, sweat, and cum. everything was messy, slippery, dripping.
I made them compete again: who could make my husband moan loudest while fucking his ass, who
could make me squirt the hardest while double-teaming me, who could last longest before filling a
hole.

“Look at him taking cock like a pro,” I taunted while one friend pounded my husband’s ass. “Your
friends are turning you into their personal fucktoy, cucky. Aren’t you grateful?”
“His ass is tighter than I expected,” one guy grunted while buried deep.
I laughed. “Practice makes perfect. I’ve been training him with bigger toys for weeks just for
tonight.”

I finally called a pause, legs shaking, body glowing with satisfaction.

I spread my legs in front of my husband again. “Final clean-up, cucky. Every drop. From my pussy,
my ass, the boys’ cocks, and your own messy holes. And thank each of them personally for using
you so well.”
The five guys stood around us, stroking slowly, watching with satisfied grins as my husband crawled
forward on shaky knees and began his long, thorough tongue service.
He licked and sucked my overflowing pussy clean, pulling out thick globs of their cum. He moved to
my ass, tongue pushing deep to clean the loads there. Then he was made to suck each of the five
cocks clean — tasting my juices, their cum, and his own ass on them. Finally, he cleaned his own
leaking ass as best he could while they laughed and made comments.
I came one last time on his tongue during the clean-up, grinding against his face while the guys
high-fived and made jokes.
“Fuck, she actually made him eat everything,” one said.
“Of course she did,” I replied, petting my husband’s cum-smeared hair like a pet. “He knows this is
the only way he gets close to my pussy anymore — after his friends have filled it and used him too.”

When he was finally done — every hole, every cock, every surface licked clean — I stood up on
trembling legs, still the queen of the room.

I looked down at my broken, thoroughly used husband, then at the five satisfied, smirking friends.
I had never felt more alive, more in control, more powerful.
I owned every single one of them.
And this was only the beginning of a very long, very messy night.