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This took place a few years ago in Las Vegas. Back when Samantha was actively looking for fun with other men. At the time, I was at a business conference for my company. An all expenses paid trip to one of the biggest imports and exports conferences in the entire world. I was lucky, because my beautiful wife, Samantha, was allowed to accompany me. There was the knock on our hotel room door that we had been anxiously waiting for. Samantha was still in the bathroom putting the finishing touches to her outfit as I went to answer. Three lucky guys that my wife had enticed earlier that day waited at the door. I was glad that Samantha could come with me to Las Vegas for this week. There were literally hundreds of horny men with name badges on, moving around the throng of the business center. I knew that my wife would be like a kid in a candy store the whole time. Being one of the few women at the conference, I knew she would no doubt attract lots of attention. Whereas most of the women here were on business, wearing the appropriate attire — suits to convey professionalism — Sam wore dresses that were low cut and showed off her generously sized breasts and delicious curves. She had a way with men, knowing exactly how to flirt but coming across as simply being friendly. It wasn’t long before she roped in three horny men to come up for some fun. The men did a double take when they saw me, and one stammered nervously. “Hi there, is this Samantha’s room?” a red-headed man asked. His voice trailed off as he struggled to find the right words, clearly not expecting a man to answer the door. “Yeah, you have the right room,” I smiled at them, “you’re here to fuck my wife, right?” Maybe it was because of my job, but I found that being direct was the best way to cut through all the bullshit. They breathed a sigh of relief when they realized I was okay with what was about to take place. I stood by with a wave of my hand, and one by one they entered the room. Looked like Samantha found herself some fit men to service her tonight. These guys seemed fairly fit. Particularly Marcel, a broad Black guy, much younger than me. Sam spotted him when we wandered around the casinos one night, after the conference was over for the day. She knew she had to have him the moment she laid her eyes on him. We joined him at the blackjack table, and Sam wasted no time introducing herself to him, being shamelessly flirty as we played a few hands. Samantha had noticed a very respectable bulge in his pants. Later, right in front of the blackjack dealer, she asked him if he’d like to fuck her. I had to give him some credit, he didn’t flinch at the question. He gave me a look and after he was satisfied with whatever he saw in my expression, simply nodded. “Come in, and have a drink,” I told them. “Sam will be out in a moment.” I knew from experience she was going to make them wait. She liked to have them desperate for her by the time she entered the room, letting that lust and anticipation build up to critical mass. It was fun for me too. Making small talk with these guys, which in this case, was why we were here for the conference. But relishing that twisted feeling inside me, that they were here to ravage my woman. It was a few beers later, before the bathroom door opened and out came my gorgeous wife. Sam had on a purple babydoll with black stockings and high heels to show off those wonderful legs of hers. The glint of earrings and necklace completed the outfit, making her an interesting contrast, both a shameless slut and a beautiful queen. I swelled with pride at my gorgeous wife. “Hi guys,” she purred. “Glad you showed up, we are going to have a great time tonight.” She sauntered over to the bed, making sure us guys had an eyeful of her curves, especially her peachy ass. With a finger, she beckoned for the first guy to join her, who just so happened to be our Black friend, Marcel. “Fuck yeah,” he growled. He gave me one last look, stood up and stripped off his shirt and made his way over to her. My gut tinged with a jealous pang as I appraised his thick, muscled body. He was going to fuck my wife nice and hard, I could tell, and she would be lost to everything but his cock inside her. My wife’s face betrayed nothing, but I knew she was preening like a horny little slut on the inside. She sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and unzipped his pants. Ever so slowly, she pulled out his hardening cock. He had a good one too — thick and long. Sam’s eyes told me that she liked what she hefted in her hand. “Would you like me to suck it?” she asked. “Yes please, ma’am.” She giggled and slowly, the tip of her tongue poked out of her mouth and she pressed it against the tip of his knob. The way his hips flexed told me he liked it. Sam twirled her tongue around his head, moaning and making a sloppy slippery mess of it with her saliva and his precum. She was teasing and pleasing all of us with the show. I flashed a quick glance at the other two. One couldn’t help but squeeze his dick through his pants, salivating over his turn to come. When she had Marcel fully erect, she opened her mouth wide and gulped that big fat cock deep down her throat and cupped his balls. “Fuck,” Marcel hissed, no doubt impressed at what my slutwife was capable of. As she milked his cock up and down her throat, gagging a little, he hunched over and removed her top to fully expose her breasts for us all. “I can’t wait any longer,” one of the waiting guys grumbled. The other two men stripped as fast as they could and stood before my wife. Sam eased Marcel’s monster cock out of her throat, coughing and sputtering at the effort. “Fuck, you are one amazing cocksucker.” “Thank you,” Sam smiled at him, letting go of him. The two other guys pushed their cocks against her face, slathering her cheeks with their excited precum. Sam would suck one dick and would jack off the others with her hands, while they pawed at her breasts and crotch. My cock strained against my pants, watching my wife being treated like a slut. After a good moment of my wife getting her oral fix, she got up and then laid on the bed, spreading her sexy stocking-clad legs for them. Her trim mound and wet, glistening slit looked so inviting, I wanted to stick my cock inside her myself. Marcel got between her legs before the other two guys. There was an almost primitive energy in the room. He was much bigger and more muscular than the other two, therefore he wanted claim her first as his mate. His head disappeared between her legs. “Oh, fuck..!” Sam screamed out as he licked her aching pussy and clit. The other two guys stood by either side of her, again desperately rubbing their cocks against her face, smearing her. Sam took turns sucking them as she had her pussy serviced. She could give one dick a quick sloppy suck or two, before she moaned against Marcel’s expert tongue, bucking her hips against his face. My wife was in her element now, completely absorbed with one thing only — the intoxicating pleasure of uninhibited sex. When Sam crosses that threshold, she turns into an absolute slut. “Fuck me!” she begged. Marcel didn’t need any encouragement. He shucked up to my wife, using his legs to pry hers further apart. Sam licked her lips as he gazed into her eyes, feral and full of lust. He grabbed his dick, and rubbed it against Sam’s sopping wet pussy, slathering her juices all over the underside of his cock. “Think you can take this, slut?” he asked. “Let’s find out,” she murmured. Her arms reached out and clasped over his solid neck. It was intimate, absurd. And turned me on even more. Sam moaned as he eased his dick into her, the bulb spreading her waiting lips. His hips thrust slowly and steadily as he fed more and more of his shaft inside her. “So… big…” She moaned. A spark of jealousy travelled down my spine. Something about seeing my wife enjoying another man’s cock just did it for me. Marcel’s bulk pushed my wife into the mattress. Not satisfied that he was deep enough, he lifted Sam’s legs until they were pointing up at the ceiling. He took her like this, until every inch of his big, Black cock was buried in my wife, right up to the hilt. “Fuck,” I hissed to myself. Sam cried out over and over, in time with Marcel pumping in and out of her. His thrusts were getting harder and deeper until his balls slapped against my wife’s ass with every drive of his hips. “Such a tight wifey pussy,” Marcel quipped. “You enjoying my Black cock?” Sam whimpered. She was so overwhelmed, she couldn’t say anything, only nod. His cock was sending her to heaven over and over, so much so, I swear her eyes were rolling up to the back of her head. “C’mon man, let us have a turn,” one of the other guys groaned. They were both rubbing themselves, desperate for my wife’s cunt and completely enticed by the sight. “Where do you want it, slut?” Marcel smirked. “Want me to fill your pussy up with my cum?”