Paris Theater Slut, Part 4, FinaleAs told by a real hotwife:I waved Ted, or Fred or Red…still couldn’t remember his name, up to the platform. It was a well designed play space, about the same elevation as a pool table. I know this because I have been bent over a few in my younger days. Perfect for sitting on the edge and spreading my legs, or bending over doggy style, this, of course, depends on your suitor being of average height.He had to push his way to the front and I had to remind a few that I was in charge. The others from the bar followed him to the front of the line.“Guys I don’t intend to leave here until everyone who wants a turn gets a turn, so be patient.” Things can get out of hand quickly when men are drooling and starving. It wouldn’t be the first time husband or I had to step in to quell an angry mob. He loved hearing me say that, I was definitely in a rare mood. All of my vices were coming together nicely.I put my arms around his neck and straddled his large stomach. His cock was down there somewhere. He let his shorts drop around his ankles so that he could lift his stomach out of the way. I grabbed his small penis while the others from the bar began kissing me everywhere, fondling my tits.“Sweetie what is your name, I know you told me but..”“It’s Terry,” he said before I could finish the question.“That’s what I thought”, I lied. Just to be polite I asked the other three, Jody, Bob, and Brandon. Terry wasn’t near as hung, or as handsome, or as fit as the others but he had big brown eyes, kind eyes, and I wanted to please him first. Any man who would fly all the way from Tampa to Portland just to fuck me, deserved that much.He had to be all of three or four inches, fully engorged, and had a difficult time fucking me, even though I was teetering on the platform’s edge. His stomach was quite a protrusion.“Sorry I am so fat and my cock is so small.” He was more nervous than I.“You k**ding me?” “I Küçükçekmece Escort pulled you up here first because I love your body and your cock.” “I want you to smother me with your cock and your stomach.”I thought he was going to cry. “I love you,” he whispered in my ear.With that I swung my legs around, laid on my back, mouth opened and neck arched over the edge.“Why don’t you fuck my pussy while Terry fucks my mouth”, I was looking up at Jody’s eight inches. This seemed to turn on the entire theater, cocks were in season. A row stood on the stage, others climbed up next to me just for a better view, hoping my hands were free.Terry repositioned his stomach over my chin and buried his rod balls deep in my throat. I could feel Jody doing the same on his end. My hands felt around until they came to rest on other hard cocks.Every so often Terry would pull out and bend to kiss my tits, suck my nipples, and lick cum from my cleavage. I knew he was getting close but wanted to drag it out, long way to come for five minutes of sheer delight.Jody was so thick that every time he thrust his perfect cock pulled on my clit, when he pulled back it felt like half my pussy went with him. Terry wasn’t the only one getting close. It took a lot of effort, and what seemed like forever, but he began to shake, almost convulse. His river of semen would have choked me but I knew to open my throat wide, like guzzling beer. I swallowed continuously then smiled up at him. He stuck the poppers under my nose, I inhaled first one nostril then the other.Before I could say thank you my body began doing the same. I arched my back letting the orgasms break in giant waves of pleasure. I clenched my pussy tight around Jody’s massive cock. He groaned loudly and I could feel his cum pulsing over and over against the inner wall.“Fuck that was amazing!” We said it together then started laughing.I looked up and my husband Küçükçekmece Escort Bayan had replaced Terry at the head of the table, taking his rightful position. It is a universally known fact that husbands have special privileges in adult theaters everywhere. He was able to part the sea of cock like Moses.“Baby have you had enough, ready to go”? He asked rhetorically.“I am just getting warmed up!” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear.With that the B’s, Bob and Brandon, both took shots across the bow, layering my eyes, cheeks, nose and mouth with sweet man juice. I licked my lips and sc****d lots of it into my mouth. I gargled then swallowed, then smiled at all that cock towering over me. I took another hit of rush.At least two others cream-pied my red and swollen but very happy pussy. I felt a warm tongue circling my clit. He knew exactly what he was doing, much to my surprise he was a muscular black man. This caught me off guard, not because black men don’t eat pussy but because, in my vast experience, they don’t eat other men’s cum. That turned me on, husband too.When he got up on his knees I could see his gift was huge, The platform was now like a slip and slide and he had no trouble pulling me, aggressively, up onto his missile of destruction.I was afraid he was going to jackhammer me, as some men are prone to do.“I like it soft and slow” I looked into his eyes and he responded, “then soft and slow it shall be.”Others came and went, waterboarding me in milky gizum of all flavors. My tits were fully glazed, cum was matted in my hair, above and below. And through it all he just kept fucking me, soft and slow.I looked toward the stage and couldn’t believe there was another couple who had quietly slid in next to us, gathering lots of attention. She was also black, young smooth brown skin. It was obvious by the way she touched his thigh and gazed into his eyes she was Escort Küçükçekmece actually with Mr. soft and slow, currently fucking me. He was totally into watching her…another cuckold had arrived.I sat up on that BBC and kissed him, throwing my arms around his neck. It was an obvious move given his obvious fetish. His cock was larger than Jody’s and just as thick. I smiled as his woman did the same with her white lover, just so she could keep an eye on him. It was apparent, this was exactly what they were hoping for. Her catch was no where near as large as mine but still he had a very nice upward curve. She seemed to enjoy it, be they real or faked, her moans sure sounded authentic. We rode our men and felt each other until I got real close. I showed Mr soft and slow how to rub my clit, making small circles with his thumb, prolonging my orgasm.I reached over and pulled her to my lips. Right then we were showered in cum, like standing under a waterfall. I had almost forgotten we were still surrounded. I felt Mr soft and slow explode so deep in my pussy I knew it would be sometime tomorrow before that made it’s way south. Then I came again.“That’s three or is it four?” I heard husband ask.“That’s five, thank you very much.” They laughed and I heard Mr curved cock erupt in chocolate heaven.My legs were wrapped tightly around Mr. soft and slow’s waist, my feet were intertwined, someone had removed my shoes.I knew from that twinkle in his eye that he wanted to go again but I was spent.“Where the fuck are my shoes?” I asked as I rolled off him.“I got em honey,” husband said, and with that he laid on his back. “You have one more cock to suck.” And I did. The crowd circled us with words of encouragement, not that husband needed any. He kept hitting his bottle until he couldn’t hold back. I felt his center vein thicken. I knew his volcano was close so I pulled my mouth off and jerked him to completion while I sucked one more cock. They came together.That was one of the most wild and cavalier nights of my life, but it was worth it. I probably say that because, now that I don’t party that way anymore, I have tested clean and healthy. I have several similar experiences but none quite like that. Thanks for reading. Love, candi.