We knocked on Lorraine’s door again, just over a month after we had planned. We had arranged a lunch for a couple of days after our group sex session down south, but my husband decided we should go home instead, because of my sub drop and how broken I was. The lunch was then rearranged for after the end of Pegtember, and by lunch, I mean fucking. I suspected the only things being eaten over the next few hours were the men’s warm cum and the women’s cunts and asses. Lorraine, the president of the sex group we’d joined, was elegant and polished, and very cute when she was ruined and when she had all the elegance fucked out of her. She was my husband’s number two at the party, but Sara’s husband had her number one, so he got to ruin her that night. Mind you, my husband made a big impression on Gail, and on Lorraine as she watched.

Lorraine’s husband was my number two selection too, and I loved the way he manhandled his woman like she was a rag doll, pulling her body to exactly where he wanted it, to maximise the impact of his hard penetrating cock. I was looking forward to him doing the same to me.

I was wearing one of my favourite fifties style short dresses, nothing underneath, but hair tied up with a pair of Sara’s panties. Lorraine was in a knee length skirt and almost see through blouse, her tits unleashed under the blouse, her nipples like bullets pressing into the fabric. Slightly less elegant, slightly more expectant slut.

She led us through to the patio, where her husband was naked already, lying on a sun-lounger reading a book. He put it down and smiled as I walked in, and I walked over to him, his fingers ushering me a little closer, so his hand could slide up the rear of my thigh and up under my skirt to one of my ass cheeks, which he took a good firm grip of. There is something very naughty about having social small talk with someone who had a grip on your naked ass cheek even before they said Hello.

Under the watchful eyes of Lorraine and my husband, my husband standing slightly behind Lorraine with both hands active groping her ass cheeks through the thin fabric of her skirt, groping her tits under the quickly unbuttoned blouse or rubbing her cunt through the skirt, I soon dropped to my knees, had my dress straps dropped off my shoulders to reveal my 34H tits, and guided by Lorraine’s husband’s hand, I leant in to take his cock in my mouth, slow deliberate nodding of my mouth onto his cock, whilst gently cupping and squeezing his balls, him holding my head and pulling on my hair a little to keep me in rhythm. His cock grew steadily, more in length than in girth, and eventually, his glans started nudging the back of my throat. I was maintaining eye contact as much as possible, and I saw the sparkle in his eyes and I saw the fun, as he pulled my head onto his rock hard cock, impaling my throat with his glans, making me struggle a little to breathe, and as he held it deep, my body started flailing, until he pulled my head off his cock.

I gasped for breath, but realising where this might go, I took a big breath, and he pushed my head back down, his cock again pushing into my throat, a few millimetres further than last time. I had breath, so I sucked on his cock, making him stroke my hair tenderly with the hand not holding it in place, making him call me a Good Girl. My ass was in the air and I felt a pair of hands moving my thighs apart giving Lorraine and my husband a perfect view of my cunt and ass. I then felt four fingers pushing past my cunt lips, so gentle, not fucking it, just penetrating, just feeling its moistness, feeling its stickiness, and I felt a thumb resting on my ass pucker, not pushing in, just resting.

And it took longer for me to run out of breath, longer to make my limbs flail, and as they did, the fingers in my cunt and thumb on my ass pucker turned into a hold, a grip, keeping my lower body more in position, as he left it longer to pull me off his cock, and then we repeated, a little deeper and a little longer, time and time again, the fingers in my cunt and on my asshole relaxing when I wasn’t flailing and tightening when I was. At one point, I heard Lorraine say just how slick and sticky my cunt was, and how it was getting stickier all the time. I assumed it was her fingers.

The last couple of times, he waited until I coughed against his cock, an involuntary squeezing against his glans. He Good Girled me all the way, and the last time, when I was gasping for breath, wheezing as I tried to get oxygen, he got off the lounger, arranged me on the lounger so my nose was pressed against the seat where his ass was, his hands were tightly gripping my hips and he ploughed that long cock into my slick on-so-ready cunt, almost immediately, his glans was nudging against my cervix with every stroke.

My brain was weird, foggy, my breathing was still very hard and laboured, and his perfect rhythm and him almost instantaneously finding where my cunt needed to be rubbed to force me to cum, brought a heavy orgasm, one he didn’t even break rhythm to acknowledge, and then I was off. I had no fight, my savaged throat saw to that, I didn’t see it coming, and yet, he had me exactly where he wanted me. I was that rag doll. My husband said, in my defeated and defenceless state, he ripped twelve orgasms out of me. Twelve. And when he came, there was so much cum, delivered so deeply, forcibly squirted against my cervix.

And when he was done, he scooped me up, carried me into the lounge and seated me in his arms, loving me, caring for me and positioning me to see his wife get, and I quote “The brutal sodomy she absolutely deserves.”

And first she was on her knees, sucking my husband’s cock, getting it to hardness ready to penetrate her. She’d lost her blouse whilst her husband was fucking me, so her xxx tits were swinging freely as she gave him that warm-up blow job. And then, he turned her against the wall and unzipped her skirt, sliding it to the floor. Unusually for her, she was wearing panties, a cute tiny fluorescent pink thong, which she explained she was wearing for him, so he could take them home for his collection. She’d been wearing them since the party finished, getting them juicy and fragrant for him. Oh, so she was making notes when I was talking to her!

She needed a small step to get her asshole to the right height, so she stood on that, and he pulled the thong aside, parted her ass cheeks and started working lube into her asshole. She’d been ruthlessly ass fucked by Sara’s husband at the party, and then she saw my husband’s wall fuck of Gail’s asshole, and she knew she needed that done to her. Not wanted, needed.

My husband made her say what she needed, made her beg to have her asshole totally destroyed. As she begged that, her husband started gently masturbating my cunt again. I don’t think he could help himself, he was so excited at what her body was about to have done to it. He told my husband to “utterly destroy her asshole, to make her his bitch”, and given how her hips moved to his fingers, he said she already was.

Pinning her against the wall with his arm, he used his hand to guide his puffy glans to her ass pucker. Pushing gently, he told her he was so looking forward to stretching her tight little asshole with his huge hard cock, and with that, her eager asshole sucked his glans right in. He said that showed how eager she was, how ready she was, and he called her a Good Girl. She smiled broadly, but that was soon wiped off by a look of determination on her mouth and surprise in her eyes at how big his cock was, and how easily her asshole took it. She knew what was coming, she saw the level of ordeal Gail took, and she wanted more. She has a very greedy asshole, but this time, her brain was probably greedier.

I came. My brain is still a bit all over the place, and I was so focussed on Lorraine’s asshole and my husband’s hard and punishing cock, that I didn’t see my own orgasm coming. I looked up at her husband and he looked down and smiled, before we both looked back at his wife, her noise level getting louder as my husband started his full length strokes, all whilst her husband was still fingering my cunt, his fingers messy with his own cum mixed with my cunt juices. I knew there would be more orgasms for me, whilst he watched his wife get a hard, unyielding ass fuck, or two.

Now, my husband usually liked doing the wall fuck after cumming already, but I knew his plan. He was going to fuck her ass hard, make himself cum, pull out and make her suck his cum and her own ass taste off his cock, and then, when he was ready to go, he was going to fuck her ass again. The warm up to her wall sodomy was more wall sodomy. He was going to give her that long, hard ass fuck pressed against the wall, after he’d already done it once. She had no idea. I was so looking forward to this.

She was already gasping at how his cock was growing, and she was feeling every millimetre of each and every one of his drives, she was feeling her body, her tits and hips mostly, rubbing against the wall with each stroke. Her cries got louder as my husband pushed his cock deep into her ass with every stroke. Gail was right, you felt every millimetre of a hard and very excited cock as it drove deep into her asshole. Nothing had prepared Lorraine for how deep every single drive felt. And his rhythm was perfect, his penetrations relentless.

And then, she heard his whisper. This was warm up. He’d fill her asshole with him, she’d suck his dirty cock clean and then back to life, and then, he’d do her main wall fuck. If she thought this was overwhelming, the main one would so much longer, so much harder, so unforgiving. And then, he slammed hard in, his ass cheeks flexing, his cock spewing loads of cum into her eager ravaged asshole.

And like a Good Girl, as soon as he unpinned her, she dropped to her knees and sucked her ass taste off his cock, retaining good eye contact as she did so, and then, eagerly, as if wanting her second sodomy session to start quickly, she worked his cock back to life, back to hardness, back to being ready to skewer her asshole.

When it was ready, she didn’t need telling, retaking her position against the wall, and with only a quick squirt of lube (her asshole was well lubed and filled with his cum), he nudged his glans to her pucker, and then in a steady push, he inserted it all the way in. Pinned by his cock, he pinned her body by his arm, and then started fucking, slightly faster and harder than before, slamming a little, but still keeping perfect rhythm. Every stroke rubbed her tits against the slightly rough wall, which only heightened the feeling of his cock filling her asshole, and the fact there was nothing soft to diminish the force, the size and strength of each stroke.

And it was overwhelming. Every single thing in life disappeared from her mind, her mind solely focussing on the sodomy, the drive, the filling, the rhythm, the relentlessness. She didn’t notice her own orgasms each time she came, so powerful was that cock in her asshole. She came over and over, as I did watching this wonderful, powerful lady become the slave to a cock buried in her asshole.

On and on it went. Perfect rhythm making seconds turn into minutes, turning time into a blur, making her cumming turn into a regular ignorable occurrence. Her husband saw any ounce of resistance drain away, as the invader in her asshole slammed again and again. He loved watching her get fucked helpless, and as he pointed out, my husband had been in her asshole longer than anyone else ever had, and he wasn’t done. His capacity for sodomising a poor defenceless female asshole is amazing, and there was no way poor Lorraine was about so stop him having her asshole for as long as he wanted.

I saw him start to slow his strokes down, normally a sign he was nearing cumming, and as he slowed, he slammed harder, made her scream louder as she came again and again. His face showed he was about to cum, and he was dragging empty cunt orgasms out of her, and when he thrust in for the final time, his ass muscles flinched, his cum shot into her asshole again and again, and then, he held her against the wall, his shrinking cock still inside her asshole, her tits still pinned against the rough wall.

As he pulled her off the wall, she collapsed into his arms, totally drained, cummed out, her tits red from the sandpaper effect of the wall. And she was so very happy. Her smile filled the room.

They sat opposite us, Lorraine snuggling my husband as hers was snuggling me. She was barely able to speak, she was so exhausted, so cummed out, and so so happy. Her first words to my husband were “Magnificent fuck.” He was quite smug. To be honest, so was I, because I normally get his cock in my ass every single day, and I get a wall fuck like that every couple of weeks. A wife benefit!