I Hijacked a Gangbang

I wasn’t planning on a gangbang…

Some years ago, my husband and I were visiting London on business and decided to check out a swingers club one night. We were far from satisfied by the Killing Kittens party we went to the previous weekend (too many girls looking for pussy to lick), so we hoped this club provided more hardcore action. As luck would have it, we happened to visit on their Greedy Girls night.

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Hmmm… these guys seem to be more excited about football…

The club was well attended but I was perhaps one of only twelve or so women, including staff. There were some attractive guys hanging around the bar so the night promised a decent threesome or two. Up until that night, I hadn’t been with more than three guys at once, including my husband. A gangbang wasn’t something that entered my mind.

It didn’t take long before a guy in his early 30s sidled up to me at the bar. I wasn’t immediately attracted to him but I wasn’t repulsed either. He was a fellow Aussie from Melbourne who was working in London and living with his unsuspecting English girlfriend. I’ll call him Cheating Melbourne Guy (CMG). I’m not a fan of adulterous males but I tend to cast a blind eye at clubs and parties. At least he was honest.

CMG and I made some superfluous small talk before he asked if I was looking to have fun. I explained that any such fun would involve my husband. We aren’t particularly pedantic about playing together but in a strange club in a strange land, I wasn’t game to go solo. CMG duly noted my caveat but he still suggested that I might want to go exploring the inner sanctum of the club venue and ‘see what happens’. He put his hand on the back of my neck. It felt wrong but very right at the same time.

CMG and I checked out a few rooms together before arriving at one that my husband had scoped out himself. He beckoned us over. Inside was a pleasant looking lady in her late 30s on the bed with a young guy who was busying himself between her legs. Her older husband seemed content to be in the corner watching the proceedings, pleased that more people had joined the party. About three other guys were already in the room getting ready to partake. Then I crashed the party.

My husband and I took off my clothes and got on the bed, taking care not to disturb the oral pleasure being meted out to the lady. CMG made a beeline for me but I reminded him that the other lady on the bed should be attended to first. CMG obliged and before long, he was becondomed and replaced the hapless young man’s tongue with his cock. The lady’s husband looked pleased that his wife would be ravished by so many.

Meanwhile, I was sandwiched between my husband and an Italian guy called Fabio (for real) who didn’t waste time taking me from behind. The young guy stood nearby. He didn’t seem sure what to do anymore so I lent him a hand. Unfortunately, getting a hand job from a woman being spit-roasted was clearly too much for him. With just a few slippery strokes he came everywhere. A little mortified, he got dressed and scurried out of the room. Fortunately there were still other cocks to be had.

Fabio continued thrusting his thick cock into me hard. I stole a glance over at CMG and the lady. He was still fucking her which she was enjoying thoroughly, but he was looking straight at me. I was still the prized prey he planned on taking as soon as he could. Another man would have me before him though. Fabio blew his load and withdrew. Before my pussy could feel the void, it was filled by another new cock, just as thick and penetrating. I don’t even remember his face. Just his intense fucking while I sucked my husband off.

Finally CMG decided it was his time. I was lying spread-eagled on the bed feeling spent but knew it wasn’t over. CMG straddled me and put his hard cock down my mouth as my head hung over the bed. He pulled my hair as he drove his shaft in roughly, making me gag. Taking his cock out, he put another condom on. Pulling me towards him by my legs, he stared at my open pussy which had enjoyed so much pounding. I was still dripping wet from anticipating more strange cock.

CMG pushed his cock into me, enjoying the tightness of my pussy in spite of the unrelenting fucking it received. I gripped him hard, enjoying yet another new penis entering me. No two men fuck the same which makes being a shared wife all the more interesting. CMG was a man who was made to wait and he fucked me to indicate his displeasure over the fact. It was exquisite punishment and I felt another wave of orgasm take over. Not interested in breaking records, CMG allowed himself to cum shortly afterwards. Truth be told, I was glad it was over. Then I remembered my husband.

After a short rest, I realised that the room was empty. Everyone except my husband and I had moved on to their respective new adventures. All except the poor lady and her husband. We tried approaching them afterwards at the bar but it was clear inviting us into the room was a bad mistake they made that night. I genuinely felt bad for the lady who just wanted a decent gangbang, especially as I wasn’t too fussed if all I did was give some young guy a minute hand relief.

Still, I can’t say I regret the experience. I was pretty sore for a few days afterwards but instead of making me wince, the soreness just reminded me how hot it was to be gangbanged. I may have to try it again one day.

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