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Michael felt apprehensive about marrying Heather two months ago; for only one reason, she's a youthful 26 and he's 34. Otherwise, it was a precious gift from God. Putting aside the age difference, he was thrilled with their new life together. They were planning on a family, Heather would stop working, and, every morning in their new home out here in Michigan, Michael took one look at his gorgeous bride and felt like praying. Mrs. Michael Hawk made him proud.

Soon after they were married in their home town of St. Paul, Minnesota, Michael had accepted a position heading up an information systems department at a hospital in Michigan, and he managed to get Heather a part-time x-ray technician job there. They bought a luxurious estate, with a five-bedroom ranch home, in West Bloomfield, an exclusive and wealthy community in a suburb outside of metropolitan Detroit, although it was a bit of a commute from the hospital.

Michael was a very handsome man, about 5'11" tall and 180 lbs. of well-toned muscles from his college years of playing lacrosse, with short, dark, almost-black hair and sparkling blue eyes. He looked much younger than his age. He came from a very wealthy family and had inherited several millions of dollars from his deceased parents. He worked because he wanted to, not because there was a need for the income.

Heather was a bleached blonde, with long, flowing hair, a charming smile, bright brown eyes, and plenty of curves. After years of botched romances (Michael was naive and often terribly clumsy about women), he got lucky with her. She often kidded him about how unsophisticated he was about sex, and poked fun about how mesmerized he was with her chest. But you would be too. When they passed out the breasts, she really got a quadruple helping. They're so big and rounded, and they sagged only a little with all the weight, yet they're still perky. Some days they look absolutely incredible. She wears bras that never seem to fit her right, and the flesh of her boobs pushes over the top of bra cups at her tops. She is somewhat modest about it. When they're intimate, Michael feels like a little boy, intimidated by her extra large bosom.

Their neighborhood out here was very quiet, too quiet when they first got there. They knew nobody here, and it has been hard to get acquainted with people. Her folks lived back in Minnesota in a modest middle-class neighborhood. So it was a relief when, a week ago, the extravagant estate, with the enormous English Tudor home, next door, which was vacant when they had moved in, was purchased. Michael didn't know who the new owner was but he did notice some very nice, jock-type guys in their early twenties move boxes and furniture in and set up housekeeping. Michael and his wife were thrilled to see the Ryder rental truck in the driveway on the day they moved in. Not long after, two of the four came over to meet the couple.

It was a relief having neighbors, and people who actually were friendly. Michael and Heather said so when Tyler, the owner, introduced himself. He was breathtakingly handsome, 21 years old, a university student and jock, 6'4" tall and weighed about 195 lbs. of solid muscle, with long shoulder-length, light-blond hair and cobalt-blue eyes, a buff, hairy, wrestler's body, and an enormous crotch bulge in his sweat shorts. It was obvious that he wasn't wearing anything beneath them. His large cock and balls flopped around as he walked. He explained that he and his fiancée, a young woman named Tiffany, had purchased the home to be near his wealthy parents, who lived in the neighboring suburb of Bloomfield Hills, and his cousin Ryan, best friend Josh, and teammate Matt from the university's wrestling team, where he attended university in Ontario, Canada, where helping him for the next few weeks to settle in before Tiffany did the final move from their loft apartment in Canada.

Michael had heard about Tyler's parents from reading the local newspapers. They owned an international advertising agency, with offices in the United States, Canada, and Europe, and were very prominent in the community. They were reportedly worth several hundreds of millions of dollars. Tyler explained that his father ran the entire company from offices in the United States and his twin older brothers, Chandler and Christian, ran the offices in Canada and the United Kingdom, respectively. The "plan," according to Tyler, was that after he graduates from university he was to be groomed by his father to run the United States offices only when he retires, since they would then become an equal branch of the overall company with his brothers' offices in Canada and the United Kingdom.

Ryan, who was a tall, beefy, ex-hockey player at a university near Toronto, was the splitting image of Tyler, only with a short, military-style buzz-cut. You could tell they were related, only Tyler was by far much more handsome than his older cousin. Ryan explained that he no longer attended university but recently took his deceased father's place on the board of directors at the family's business in Detroit. He was in his early twenties. He would be staying with Tyler but in the large guesthouse above the old carriage house garage at the back of the property until he could find a place of his own. Josh walked up and introduced himself along with Matt. Josh was so fucking hot! Michael noticed Heather staring at him, as he stood before them. He attended the same university Tyler did and was on the wrestling team with him. He explained how he and Tyler had grown up together as childhood buddies and were even closer than brothers. Coming from a family of attorneys, he planned on attending University of Michigan's Law School when he graduates from university. He was six-months younger than Tyler, looked like the all-American jock that he was at 6'2" tall and 190 lbs., with short light-brown hair, green eyes, a buff, smooth, hard-muscled body, and an obvious large crotch bulge in his shorts.

Matt attended the same university as Tyler and Josh and was a teammate of theirs, life guarding for the summer. They had met at university and became fast friends, according to Josh. He was studying for a Business major. Matt was 20 years old and a couple of inches shorter than Josh, with a very ripped, smooth body. He had short auburn hair and brown eyes, with a few boyish freckles on his nose and cheeks. He was a handsome man, but nowhere near Tyler, Josh or Ryan.

At last, other human beings Michael and Heather could talk to, who didn't hide inside their homes. They bought their new friends a bottle of champagne to welcome them to the neighborhood.

Michael could tell these young guys appreciated them, and Heather seemed to make a big impression on them. Tyler looked down at Michael while Heather was chatting with Josh and Ryan in the driveway earlier this past Wednesday and said very tactfully, "You're a lucky guy. Heather is very pretty." Michael thanked him, grateful for the compliment. Later, Heather told him that Josh and Ryan had joked with her and said it was too bad he had beaten them to it and grabbed her out of the pool of "babes."

This last Friday, Michael and Heather, worn out from the week, couldn't wait to leave work and were sitting on their deck around 7 p.m., still in their work clothes. Their new neighbors appeared to have gone away for this late June weekend, so they were worried they were back in the too quiet mode. Then, fortunately, they heard a car door slam next door and a masculine voice said, "Knock, knock!" They saw Tyler standing to their left near the side of their house, at his driveway. God, that blond stud looked like a fucking movie star! He was carrying a big bag from the liquor store and was pointing toward the fence separating their properties. They greeted him warmly, and he said, "Come on over for a drink. It's time for happy hour."

His invitation was music to their ears. They ran inside and changed. Michael was ahead of Heather and, after throwing on some shorts and a polo shirt, ran in the kitchen and grabbed some wine from the fridge. He heard the sound of her laced Gucci knock-off raised heel sandals on the living room hardwood floor, and she came into the kitchen with a yellow tube top and a loose fitting, light red mini-skirt that went down to her mid-thighs, like a cheerleading uniform skirt. She sure looked incredible with bare shoulders and midriff, and her too die for overdeveloped breasts jutting out braless. Michael was still almost incredulous that she was his loving wife. As Michael predicted, all four of the guys were very happy to see them, especially to see his sexy wife. They poked their heads through the door where the backyard fence met Tyler's house, and the jocks gave them a warm welcome. To their pleasant surprise, Tyler had a built-in pool and a hot tub. There were appreciative whistles from their new neighbor and his buddies, and applause, as the jocks looked Heather over.

The jocks were very "cazh", in shorts only, and introduced Michael and Heather to Lemont and Reggie, two black studs, who were lifeguards that worked with Matt for the summer and did part-time personal training at a local gym. Lemont bore an amazing resemblance to a young Walter Payton. Reggie, to an intimidating bouncer retired from professional football. Tyler thanked the couple for the bottle of wine and handed them two healthy sized Margaritas. Michael begged off and asked for some white wine and Heather, who must have been thirsty, laughed and said to them, "I'll take his then!"

"All right, the lady's thirsty!" someone laughed.

A gas grill was sitting idle, with brats and burgers still wrapped from the store. "Does anyone know how to do this?" Tyler called out.

Like an idiot, Michael said, "I'm an expert." Tyler put his arm around him and said, "Good, cause we don't know a thing about it. All we know around here is drinkin', the sports pages, and girls with real big racks." Matt hollered, "And tonight definitely looks like a real big rack party!" That got everyone cheering and hooting. Michael didn't quite get his reference, but suspected Matt might be alluding to his wife, so Michael went along with it and grinned. Heather didn't seem bothered by it and took a healthy sip of her Margarita. Feeling at home, Michael fired up the grill. "Let's hear it for Michael!" someone yelled, and the older man was treated to a round of applause. Soon the preparation of potato salad and keeping the condiments and chips going were added to his responsibilities.

The atmosphere was "TGIF." The six jocks were very nice to Heather, Michael noticed, surrounding her at the picnic table. He was learning about her enjoyment of Margaritas; she was almost done with the second one after about half an hour. She was giggling as she sat on the picnic table, Tyler sitting to one side of her and Lemont to the other. She couldn't seem to take her eyes away from the blond Viking-like God. She was immediately taken with Tyler, giggling with him. Everyone was very nice to her and asked her all about the whirlwind romance and the Puerto Rico honeymoon that she and Michael had only a couple of months ago. As Michael unpacked all the food and set up the grill, he heard bits and pieces of the solicitous sounding questions all the young hunks were asking his bride. "Bikini or two piece?" Michael heard Josh ask, with a big grin. "Any topless beaches?" someone yelled, and that got a big laugh. It was really impressive to see young guys, unattached and apparent party animals, display such congeniality toward Heather and a genuine curiosity about their honeymoon, Michael thought. And they just couldn't stop focusing on her. Michael was totally flattered. His cooking duties sort of made him the fifth wheel, his being over at the grill and all the guys and his bride were at the picnic table about ten or fifteen feet away. To show how considerate they were, one or two guys made a point of coming over to talk to him from time to time while Michael worked away at the grill. But, understandably, even when they were over by him, their eyes almost always were on his cute, voluptuous wife. Michael thought they both were the hit of the evening, or rather, she was.

Three of the jocks were in a side conversation and as the first batch of brats got going, Michael could tell they were hungry. They must have been impressed with the hefty burgers and brats he was preparing because he heard one say, as they stood near him but looked over at the picnic table, "Can you believe the size of those fuckin' things?" "Tonight," one of the others said, "we gotta get our hands on them." The three laughed to each other, and Michael said, "They'll be coming your way shortly, gentlemen." One of them, Michael thought it was Josh, looked at him blankly, then sort of smiled nervously and said, "Oh, yeah, we're hungry." Someone else said, "Hey, they're coming our way shortly. Outstanding." Michael sensed he was amusing them, or being made fun of. Maybe they thought he might screw up the big brats.

Heather got up to use the john next door, her new fans slow to step away from surrounding her, and, as she walked by her husband and said hello, Tyler said, "No, you don't have to go home. It's right inside, off the kitchen." To show what a gracious host he was, Michael thought, Tyler scooted past him and escorted her into the house, his beefy arm around her, and seemed to take more time than he needed to make sure she found the bathroom. "Wait up!" Josh yelled, in a discreet kind of voice, with a smug grin on his handsome face. When Michael said to Matt, "Hey, where did Tyler and Josh go?" the jock stumbled a little then thought that they waited inside for her to give her a quick tour of Tyler's place.

Unconceivable to Michael, after his sexy wife had urinated in the bathroom, she pulled Tyler and Josh inside to join her, kissing them both and groping their enormous crotch bulges. Heather was now sitting beside the sink on the counter of the vanity, with her legs spread out wide apart and her panties hanging around one of her ankles. Tyler's face was buried in her pussy, eating her out and fingering her clit, while Josh had her tube top pulled down around her waist and was sucking on one of her erect nipples and massaging her huge breasts. Heather was moaning loudly, as the two jocks orally satisfied her. It wasn't long before she was screaming out in a wild orgasm and flooding Tyler's tongue and mouth with her spraying juices. Just as her orgasm was dying down, Tyler pulled his face away and Josh buried his face in her still-flowing pussy, lapping up the last of her juices.

"They've sure been gone for a long while now," Michael said to Matt, obviously concerned about his wife, as he stood at the grill.

"It's a big house to tour," Matt nervously laughed. "Don't worry about it. They'll be back any minute now. Here, dude, let me pour you another glass of white wine."

Back inside the bathroom, Heather had knelt on the floor in front of where Tyler stood, pulled his sweat shorts down to his knees, and was now sucking his giant 11" x 7" uncut cock. Josh pulled down his own shorts and was excitedly jacking off his 9" x 6" flawlessly circumcised cock as he watched them. "Oh, my God!" Heather moaned in between Tyler's thrusts down her expert throat. "It's HUGE!" She was doing her best to deep-throat his enormous cock. As she sucked Tyler, she reached over with her hand and grabbed Josh's erection and stroked it hard. After noisily slurping on Tyler's prick for several minutes, she switched over to Josh's throbbing cock and sucked it deeply down her throat as she stroked Tyler's towering boner. She went back and forth like that, switching cocks, until she had both studs groaning in ecstasy. Tyler was the first to shoot his big load down her throat, as she tried her best to swallow every delicious drop of his salty-sweet cum, then Josh unloaded down her throat only a couple of minutes later. The two jocks shot so much cum that some of it leaked from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin, the front of her neck, and onto her big tits.

It seemed quite a while before Michael heard that patio door slide open. "How was the tour, honey?" he asked his wife. She seemed flustered and puzzled by her husband's question, looked at him and smiled but said nothing. Matt sort of raised his voice and, to help Michael out, quickly asked Tyler and Josh, "How was the tour you gave the lady?" Tyler devilishly smiled, while licking his pussy-wet lips, and said, while looking back and forth at Matt and Michael, "Oh, yeah, great."

By that time, the sun was gone, and Josh and Reggie were lighting lawn torches. Lemont was chatting it up with Michael about the nightspots they liked to patronize. Apparently, as wholesome as these guys seemed to Michael, they had no compunction about taking in the topless places and men's clubs around Detroit. Meanwhile, Michael looked over at the picnic table, and his bride was giggling at all the attention the other young men were giving her. She was lounging on the top of the table with her legs crossed, her back to him, and her hands directly behind her back, planted flat on the table. The guys at each side of her and in front of her evidently were making such a fuss over a long necklace she was wearing, because they were staring closely in that direction, Michael thought. He had bought it for her in Puerto Rico - cost him a fortune with the good-sized amethyst stones in it. The guys were gesturing toward the necklace and quietly kidding her about it, or raving about it, Michael couldn't tell. But she was in the spotlight and laughed. She didn't seem to mind at all when just about everybody inspected the necklace, sometimes two doing it at once. The laughter and teasing had eased up and it got quieter. They appreciated jewelry, and she seemed to be very flattered as they took their time handling her necklace. Michael could see they appreciated the real precious stones in it. At one point, Lemont kept saying, "These are real. Biggest fucking things I have ever seen." Someone said, "She's sure proud of 'em." As this continued, Josh got behind her on the table and Michael couldn't see much. But judging by the sounds of approval, that necklace was getting an amazing amount of inspection time, he thought. Unknown to him, the jocks weren't interested in her necklace at all. Josh had pulled down the front of Heather's tube top, and, while her back was to her husband and Josh sat behind her to block Michael's view, she excitedly flaunted her naked breasts to the young men and they were allowed to manhandle them and pinch and suck on her erect nipples.

Michael couldn't get over how he and Heather had hit the jackpot. Two weeks ago, they felt so lonely and disconnected, and now they were among people that were friendly. Here were amiable neighbors treating his wife like a queen, catering to her request for a fresh Margarita like five personal butlers. But he was the runner. He found himself being sent to the kitchen or to the basement to check for more propane for the grill in case they needed it and while he was inside could he check for any voice mail messages on Tyler's phone.

As he came back outside, Michael noticed that the comments turned to his bride's working out and Heather's jogging. She mentioned that it was giving her backaches and cramps in her thighs. "I can see why YOU would have backaches," Reggie said. Heather poked him in the chest and smiled, among the giggles and hollers. "Let us know when you're bouncing by," someone said, drawing snickers from the jocks and a swat from Heather.

The thing about her aches and cramps was news to him, and Michael figured she was exploiting all the attention from these very athletic looking guys. She threw in some comments here and there about how cut they were, and did they get knots in their big muscles too. She obviously appreciated their physiques and, Michael figured, just because she married him, she should still have the freedom to look other men over. Nothing wrong with looking, right?

Then he heard Tyler say, very seriously, "Well, if you have a backache, I can fix that. I am trained. While on the university's wrestling team, some of us guys learned how to give awesome massages." Heather yelled over to Michael, "Hey, honey, Tyler is certified in back massage, and he can fix that ache I have in my lower back." Again, first Michael had heard of her back problem, he hadn't realized that she had one, but it was nice to know he married a gal who was not a whiner. "Great, dear," Michael replied, smiling back at her then Tyler, "now I know who to ask for a massage if I ever pull a muscle again while jogging." Tyler just laughed. Soon, he looked over and saw Heather move, or get moved, with Matt's able assistance - he sort of picked her up - from the top of the table and let her down to straddle the bench. Tyler planted himself snugly behind her. Michael thought it odd that the blond jock was sitting so close, since that would make the back rub more awkward, but the wrestler was trained in this, after all. What did Michael know?

She looked at the others and smiled and lifted her hair off her shoulders, her arms bent at head level. She sat up real straight and everyone was gawking at her necklace again, Michael thought, and kind of looking at each other, then back to her necklace.

Tyler seemed very conscientious about what he was doing, concentrating carefully. The other guys grew quieter again as he went to work on her problem. Michael was impressed that this handsome blond jock would drop everything and give her a solution to her back problem. Judging from the smile she gave her husband and the way her eyes half closed as her head drooped, Tyler's powerful hands were doing a good job of locating the problem areas in her back. Michael noticed that her skirt was way up her thighs but he thought better of calling attention to it in front of the others. Of course she was unaware of how much of her thighs was showing. Or maybe they had been talking about how toned her legs looked from working out. Michael caught her eye, and she waved at him with a loving grin. What he hadn't seen, only moments earlier, was that Tyler was squeezing her big tits and pinching her erect nipples as he massaged her body. The blond jock now had his hand up her skirt and was rubbing her clit and fingering her juicy twat, as the other jocks lustfully watched on. Since she had left her panties behind in the bathroom earlier when Tyler hungrily ate her pussy out, with Josh's help, it was easy for him to now discreetly gain access to her moist cunt. He brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean of her pussy juices then returned them under her skirt. He smugly smiled at the others and pulled the front of her skirt up in the air and flashed her dripping pussy for a few moments then let it fall back down around the top of her thighs. The jocks cheered.

Michael smiled at the attention his sexy wife was getting from these thoughtful jocks and went back to chatting with Lemont, who was asking him about the Detroit Lions and why they were so lousy. Michael could have used some eye contact for at least five seconds from one of these guys while he worked, but like the others who stepped over for a brat or sent him into the kitchen on some obscure mission, the jock was looking at the picnic table. Everyone was getting more jumpy, or obsessed with the picnic table, the more time went by. A few minutes later, Michael noticed that Heather must have been getting that backache cleared up because she was arching it and thanking Tyler. But then Josh picked up where Tyler left off, planting himself right behind her. "Like this, Ty?" Josh grinned as he concentrated on a rubdown. The others congregated closer around the table as he sat snug behind her. Sometimes he wasn't rubbing her back at all but just was snug against her, particularly at bench level.

Apparently, the ache was migrating because his hands were on her shoulder blades, her neck, up and down her arms, her waist, down at the hemline of her skirt, and even under the tube top. He tickled her a few times in the stomach and in the sides and hugged her when she shrieked and giggled. Others noticed her ticklishness and got in some good-natured tickles at the same time. Michael noticed that in addition to the physical therapy she was getting for free that they were having great fun, and Josh then bent near her ear to say something Michael couldn't hear and she smiled. Then she muttered something back at him and everyone chuckled. A few turned to look at Michael, to make sure he wasn't left out, Michael thought, and then turned back to watch.

Michael went in to use Tyler's john. As he made his way from the patio to the sliding door, he looked over and saw someone else behind her, Josh having been replaced, and he heard Heather say that she also had some cramps in her legs from running. She looked around at everyone and pleaded theatrically, "I keep telling you that both legs bother me. Wish I could find a decent therapist for that problem." She pulled her skirt up even more and pointed at her thighs. She did not have to yell to be heard because all the guys were barely breathing, much less talking. "I'm an expert," someone finally said, and there was a subdued murmur, not laughter. And Michael guessed he wasn't the only one to suspect that her underpants had to be really small because as high up as her skirt was, you couldn't make out the panties. But Michael was hardly an expert on women, he admitted to himself.

Michael found the john himself, and, remarkably, he didn't see his wife's discarded panties lying on the floor next to the garbage can. When he came out, Heather was back sitting on the top of the picnic table long-ways, her left leg stretched out and her right bent. Her skirt was practically all the way up to her crotch. Lemont was on the table too, kneeling behind her, his knees snug against her sides. As Michael watched him move what he assumed were his hands up and down her back, Lemont noticed his gaze and smiled, then said, "Hey, Michael, my man, could you call for pizza?" Tyler and Josh jumped right in with that, hurriedly looking Michael's way then turning back to face the table. Michael once again was willing to be a helpful guest and agreed to step in the kitchen and get the order over the phone. As he wrote down the pizzas to get before going in, Michael noticed Reggie was sitting on one bench facing her at waist level, rubbing her leg, and Ryan was on the other doing the same thing. She moved her leg toward Reggie, so that he could get at the ache, and bent her other leg toward Ryan. Reggie looked over at Michael and said to her, "Here?" and she said, "Sort of," and then he would move his strong ebony hands elsewhere and ask, "Here?" He seemed intent on helping her and, although Matt was kind of blocking his view by standing in front of her sort of, Michael could see that Reggie was sincerely trying to locate the pains in her legs. He was very thorough. So was Ryan. As far as Michael could tell, Heather was so relaxed from this attention and her Margaritas that her eyes were closed and her mouth somewhat open, her tongue slowly licking her upper lip. Unseen by her husband, Lemont, Reggie, and Ryan, in unison, were massaging her wet pussy, inside and out, especially rubbing her clit, and licking their fingers clean, eagerly tasting her flowing juices.

Matt was grabbing a brat and, when her husband noticed two others taking over and working on what he thought were her leg cramps, he told Michael that all the lifeguards could be trusted to massage Heather because they needed to know this for lifesaving. "She's in good hands," he said confidently as he returned to his spot right in front of her, facing her. Whoever was working her legs now was getting more and more vigorous, taking turns in using an in and out motion with an arm bent, like they were rubbing back and forth, faster and faster, parallel with her upper leg, Michael noticed. His lovely bride graciously bathed in all the flattery she was getting non-stop from these jocks, who were saying a lot of positive things to her the whole time. As she lay more and more against him, she gripped Lemont's arms tighter. She seemed to be singing or humming a tune Michael couldn't make out. Someone, looking his way, quickly leaned over to the boom box next to the table and turned up the music to drown her out. What didn't occur to Michael was the fact that these horny jocks were deeply fucking their fingers vigorously in and out of his wife's dripping pussy and she was moaning and groaning loudly, having another powerful orgasm.

It was dark now. Michael barely recognized Matt and Ryan, who were currently attending to his wife's aches and pains, having taken the lifeguards' places. She was holding another Margarita in her hand, still sitting long-ways on the table, and another one of the growing number of lifeguards, Michael assumed, someone new to the party and unknown by him, was now sitting behind her rubbing her back too, or her side, although, where Lemont and Reggie stood, the two big, black jocks were blocking Michael's view. Heather seemed to be leaning snugly against the handsome lifeguard, so that she was reclining in his lap, and Matt and Ryan were massaging both of her legs pretty high up, with that really quick motion Michael had noticed earlier. She didn't seem to mind at all, and was now swearing at someone. This amused some of the guys and they laughed, apparently grateful to hear that a gal could swear like a sailor.

Michael guessed the aches were really high up her legs. He was appreciating the fact that these jocks were taking up the time at a social gathering to helping out his wife and relieve her discomfort, but worried they were hurting her, the way she was acting. She seemed to be getting better, judging from the sounds of physical relief she was making, but was gasping like she just walked twenty flights of stairs. At one point, she seemed to have this great release of pain because she cried out and swore again. The Margarita must have spilled because Michael saw something dripping down from the open slots in the top of the picnic table to the ground and some of the guys looked down with amusement and kidded her about "really getting into it." Little did Michael know, it wasn't a spilled Margarita leaking down to the ground from slots in the table top but it was his sexy wife cumming yet again, this time in buckets, and she was spraying the table and the busy hands of Matt, Ryan, and the lifeguard sitting behind her, which were still pumping in and out of her cum-flowing pussy.

Michael went into the kitchen to call in the pizzas, which took time, and also got more food and beer, his role for the night apparently being the quartermaster, chef and bartender.

While he was inside the house, Matt, Ryan, and the lifeguard eagerly licked their hands clean then quickly took turns hungrily lapping up some of her tasty spent juices straight from her dripping pussy lips. Heather spread her legs wide open so the jocks could easily lick at her wet pussy, then the lifeguard, happy with his mouthful of her delicious pussy juice, sat behind her again and held her ankles up in the air with each hand and kept her legs spread open for the other guys. When Matt and Ryan finally pulled away from her pussy as well, the others surrounding the table each hurriedly took a turn tonguing and sucking her still-dripping cunt. They didn't stop until each guy had a taste of her leaking juices.

It took him two trips, and, the second time he came out, Michael noticed two more guys. No one introduced him to them. He heard Tyler say to them, "Was I right? Fuckin' hot?" The two good-looking and buff new comers readily agreed as they were licking their wet lips and a couple of their fingers clean, savoring the taste of something they had just eaten. "Fuckin' tasty, too!" one of them remarked with a devilish smirk on his handsome face, as they came over and sort of smiled and stared at him. Michael assumed they were commenting on the obvious success of Tyler's party and the delicious and juicy taste of the burgers and brats he had grilled earlier. While he introduced himself and told them who he was, Michael smiled, pointed his head to the grill, and said, "There's more where that came from." The jocks laughed, and one said, "Awesome!" Michael realized that the party was gathering even more momentum. What he didn't realize was that the jocks were discussing his "hot" wife and her "tasty" pussy as they licked her juices from their lips and fingers.

Michael went into the kitchen for more food, and, when he came out, Heather, Tyler, and Josh were gone. He was trying to find out where they were and he heard someone yell from the pool area, "But I called it first. Well, I get first in line when they come back." Reggie told him that Heather wanted to swim and went home to change into a swimsuit. Tyler and Josh had expressed an interest in a guided tour so they went with her, since Tyler had shown her around his place earlier in the evening. Michael stepped toward the fence to go to his house, and Reggie grabbed him by the arm and said, "I need to ask you a computer question…" The black jock cornered him and seemed sincerely interested in getting his opinion about his Mac, Michael thought, so he reluctantly stayed behind.

Meanwhile, in Michael's master bedroom, Heather was laying on her back on the king-size bed, completely naked, with her legs up in the air and resting on Tyler's broad shoulders, while he knelt between her legs and fucked his giant cock deeply in and out of her wet pussy. The blond jock was really pounding her cunt hard, with long and vigorous thrusts. "Yeah, give me that monster cock!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard! Rip me open with that BIG fucker!" Josh quickly knelt over her flat stomach so he could fuck his big cock in the cleavage between those bulging breasts. With each forward thrust of Josh's cock, she licked and sucked the bloated tip clean of the jock's oozing precum. Her screams were getting increasingly louder the faster and harder and rougher Tyler fucked her. He feared everyone back at his party could hear her. When Tyler finally blasted his huge load of cum inside her pussy several minutes later, he pulled out of her and Josh slid down her body and slipped his drooling prick into her squishy pussy, now filled with his best bud's semen, and fucked her gaping cunt raw. After Heather screamed with yet another powerful orgasm, Josh blew his massive load inside her then pulled out. As both jocks quickly got off the bed to slip their shorts back on, Tyler couldn't help but notice how red and puffy and raw her pussy lips now looked from just having heatedly taken the two enormous cocks. Her gaping pussy was leaking abundantly with the mixture from the hot jocks' spent cum and her own-sprayed juices all over the tousled bed sheets. He wondered how she was going to explain the messy bed to her husband later as he grabbed a corner of the sheet and wiped his wet, soiled cock clean with it then gently stuffed his long, fat cock into his shorts while he pulled them up. Josh followed his buddy's lead by carefully wiping his cum-slimed cock clean with another corner of the sheet then pulled his shorts up and shoved his big cock inside of them. Laying back and watching them, Heather rubbed the palm of her hand over her well-fucked, tender cunt, smearing the wet, sloppy mess all over her bloated clit and pussy lips, and seductively said, "I'm so glad you moved in next door."

About thirty long minutes after Michael had noticed them missing, the fence door opened and in walked Tyler and Josh, smiling devilishly, and his bride, a little flustered, dressed in a bikini he had never seen before. Everyone practically stopped talking. She looked great on their honeymoon but this outfit was way beyond what she wore in San Juan. Her bikini was red with yellow polka dots, and the too small top consisted of small cups covering the lower thirds of her F-cup boobs. Her incredible breasts swelled enticingly, overflowing and bulging out of the cups. The cleavage was breathtaking. The lower half of her swimsuit was more of a thong than anything. The cheeks of her smooth, round butt were almost completely visible.

The guys went crazy, whistled and applauded like idiots, and his wife was the hit of the evening more than ever. She smiled at Michael and headed toward the pool. The lawn torches were near the food table Michael had proudly arranged, and the grill, and off near the middle of the lawn. In fact, someone had moved that one from the pool when she showed up. So the pool and the hot tub were quite dark.

You should have seen the whole gang follow her like little kids chasing the ice cream guy down the street. She had two escorts at each arm and the rest in tow. They stopped as the two stood close to her at each side, her back to Michael. Apparently, that stubborn cramp was bothering her and he saw two hands massaging the area immediately above her thong, only their other hands seemed to be holding her in the front for balance. Michael figured they were trying to avoid falling over since everyone was drinking. In any case, they all took much more of an interest in helping her out now that she had this bikini on. With her back to him, Michael noticed that the lower portion of her suit was so thin it looked like she had nothing on down there. As close as all these guys were standing, Michael was concerned that Heather would be annoyed but, as he mixed up some more Margarita mix for her, she waved in his direction to let him know everything was all right. He was too busy with the task at hand to notice that the two jocks escorting his wife had been really caressing her lower back with one hand, guiding her over to the pool area, while they both massaged her clit and pussy lips with the other at the front. They discreetly pushed her thong down, and she quickly kicked it off onto the grass.

"How was the guided tour?" he asked Tyler and Josh, before they had a chance to follow his wife to the pool. "Like what we've done with the kitchen?"

"Huh?" Tyler replied, a bit confused.

"The guided tour his wife gave you guys of their home," Reggie quickly said to the two jocks, with a subtle wink.

"Oh, yeah, great!" Tyler said, with that charming smile of his.

"Yeah, awesome!" Josh chimed in, with a wicked smirk on his flushed face.

Before Michael had the chance to push them for their opinion on his kitchen remodel, the two jocks ran off to the pool, with Reggie following closely behind them.

A few minutes later, Michael decided to walk over and socialize, armed with another drink for his thirsty wife and a tray of more burgers and brats. For the first time since they met, Michael was seeing her having a fantastic time at a party and letting herself get wild. Two more guys seemed to have shown up, and it was getting hard to see everybody. Michael was chatting with Matt again and the jock was telling him that he was going to give everyone a little lifesaving lesson. Evidently, while they were talking, his wife had shown a persistent interest in what to do if someone were on the beach with lungs full of water. "She keeps asking me, `If I were washed up on the beach, what would you do to revive me?'"

Michael was so proud of his sexy wife. To show what a good sport she was, Heather had volunteered to be the "victim." Josh ran out with an air mattress and set it on the ground at the edge of the pool. Michael heard low chuckles, as Heather stood with her hands on her hips, standing by the other guys and getting teased a lot - it sounded like. "We can't wait," a male voice said softly, as Matt spoke.

She lay down on the air mattress and everyone cheered. "We need a lifeguard here!" someone yelled in a drunken voice. To make it look authentic, his wife had undone the back of her bikini top so that she was lying with the cups barely holding her extra large tits. Matt stood over her and said softly, "You guys need to know what to do if you suspect water in the lungs." All the guys stood around her in a circle, and Matt was now standing over her, straddling her, and slowly descended. "Pay attention," someone said in a tone that gave Michael the suspicion that maybe some of these guys weren't taking this very seriously.

Matt was now kneeling so that he was snug against her, and he moved her legs out on either side of his trunk. Her curvaceous legs were bent, snug against his thighs. "The new method is to push the body of the victim forward from the center while you push down on the chest and breathe into the victim's mouth." He grabbed Heather's legs - she seemed to have no hesitation about keeping her legs in this position and lifting them for him so that he was even more between them and pressing forward. Then, to Michael's surprise, he put his hands on her breasts and then put his open mouth over hers. It was hard to see everything, between the dark and the wall of muscle men, but Matt kept alternating between simulated breathing into her lungs through her mouth and rubbing her chest. Michael noticed that Matt's pushing against her lower body was getting a reaction from her, so she must have been playing the part of the victim regaining the ability to breathe. Michael was totally unaware that Matt was actually kissing his wife and squeezing her big tits while he was passionately fucking her slightly swollen pussy with his 7" x 5" cut cock, as the others watched and cheered them on, lustfully awaiting their turn.

Matt seemed to be losing his own breath and kind of panted when he said, "So you just keep doing this until the person you saved comes to." Michael heard hoots and hollers from a few guys but most were extremely attentive as Matt continued to "save her life." Heather made more sounds like she was being revived, then they both stopped. Lemont and then Reggie took over. When Lemont was halfway through his exercise he said to Matt, "Am I doing this right?" Matt said very earnestly, "Oh, yeah. You're learning a valuable life saving technique here." Again Michael heard some subdued chuckles that made him want to speak up. So Michael said, "Hey, this is good to know. Don't make fun of this." Twice when Reggie was saving his wife from "drowning," Michael heard her release a lot of air from her lungs. She was really getting into the part of being rescued, even shrieking a little.

Apparently, Reggie, who was perhaps the biggest guy there, was so eager and physical with her that she forgot her part and yelled, "Oh, my God, you are so fuckin' HUGE!" Little did Michael know that she meant the size of Reggie's 12" x 6" cut cock in her tender cunt!

They had Michael go next door and chase down some booze for shots that was kept in the closet in the front of their house. When Michael came back Matt told him offhandedly that Heather was now the one doing the lifesaving. Michael walked with him to the pool area and, sure enough, she was straddling someone - it was really hard to see - and everyone was chanting, "Go! Go! Go!" Michael could make her out through the narrow space between two guys, and she seemed to have her legs outside the "victim" she was straddling. She was grabbing and pushing on this chest and her breasts seemed to really move around a lot while she was doing this. Then she held on to the thighs of the men standing very close to this exercise, and her Margaritas overload had gotten to her since she, not the guy she was saving, was yelling out and swearing again. Michael pushed his way in and was about to kid her about her confusion when he realized, to his utter shock, that the guy under her had no trunks on and that she was bouncing up and down on his groin. The jock was obviously fucking her, and she was going crazy over it. Guys were grabbing her big tits and most had their shorts off and were sporting erections of various sizes.

After a guy he didn't know came with a groan, amid applause, Ryan lay on the air mattress and his sexy bride could not wait to jump right on him. Someone brought a lawn torch over, and she and everyone quickly saw that Michael finally realized what was really going on. What a reality check! Now that it was all out in the open, she made a point of throwing her bikini top in her husband's direction and bouncing up and down on Ryan's big cock harder and faster than ever. Tyler's handsome cousin looked to have a 10" x 7" cut cock fucking in and out of Heather's swollen pussy lips. He came inside her soon after that. As he lay there, she stood up and Reggie, with nothing on, grabbed her and turned her upside down in the air. His powerful arms held her suspended in front of him so that she was holding his thighs.

Reggie turned so Michael could see as her big tits flopped down on her chin. The black jock jerked her up and down to make her boobs bounce wildly. Everyone thought that was pretty funny. She was really screaming with excitement. Michael couldn't get over how amazing her boobs looked shaking like crazy. Reggie slowly carried her over to the pool - her bikini bottom wasn't on, Michael finally noticed - his long, thick, black prick aimed into her face and hair. He brushed against several erections along the way, and she reached for them and giggled. He tossed her in the water, and Reggie and Lemont and Josh jumped in after her, amid laughter and her shrieks of delight. Michael needed to sit from the dizzying effect of this surrealistic situation, so he sat at the side of the pool. The next thing he knew, Heather was next to him, staring at him with no expression, one of her hands holding the ladder.

Each of the horny jocks took turns fucking her from behind. The water splashed violently as their dicks stroked in and out of her body. One would fuck her for a while then another one would jump in. Soon others were taking turns sitting next to Michael and pulling her face into their crotches to suck them off. She pleaded to have them cum in her mouth and all over her face and a couple obliged, rubbing their cocks all over her gooey face. This almost made her have an orgasm, the way she reacted. While she was getting skewered underwater, the guys laughed when her cries of carnal ecstasy were blocked by the dick-meat of the guys sitting at poolside, while they were shoving down her hungry throat. This went on for a good forty-five minutes.

As Michael continued to look down into the pool and watch his wife in action, he suddenly noticed the big tent in his shorts! He had a massive hard-on! He was shocked that he was so excited from watching his wife having sex with all of these hot jocks. At one point, she got out of the pool and, with her back to him, had gotten fucked from behind at the top of the ladder, while guys played with her clit and sucked her tits. This made her cum so hard she sprayed her juices into the pool water. Tyler and Josh laughed out loud and made fun of her unusual ability to spray her cum so far. Her cries of pleasure sure got the guys cheering and clapping their hands.

Michael had never seen Heather act like this! He found himself not only looking at his wife, but he was equally watching the hot jocks in action. He strangely realized that he was just as turned on watching these studs, looking at their muscular nude bodies, their hard cocks, and their lustful desire for his sexy wife. Tyler especially caught his attention. God, that blond Viking-God was so intensely HOT! He couldn't help but notice how large the jock's uncut cock was. He was in awe.

Tyler turned and caught Michael staring at him. Michael blushed. Tyler just smiled knowingly at him, swam over to the edge of the pool beside Michael, and pulled himself out of the water. "Hey, Michael, from the big tent in your shorts, it looks like you enjoy sharing your wife with us," he remarked. "Looks like you may need a turn with her pretty soon yourself." He went over to Heather and pulled her away from the arms of a few guys standing around her and walked her over to Michael. "Sit on your husband's face," he said to her, "and let him eat all of our cum from your fucked-out pussy."

She quickly straddled his face, and Michael just sat there and followed Tyler's suggestion to eat his wife's cunt without a word of protest. He hungrily ate her swollen pussy lips and slipped his tongue deep inside her. So much cum leaked onto his lapping tongue from her gaping hole. He shocked himself by devouring her cunt and sucking out all of the jocks' spent semen from her. He kept sucking and swallowing. Even more jock-cum leaked out. It seemed to be an endless supply. He loved the taste of their mixed cum. He couldn't seem to get enough. Just the thought of all of their cocks having fucked her tender pussy made him crazy with lust. She groaned with passion, as he ate her pussy like he never had before.

"Fuck, that's HOT!" one guy shouted in amazement. "He likes eating our cum just as much as she does."

"Maybe we should give him a fresh supply straight from the tap," another jock remarked sarcastically.

The guys roared with laughter. They cheered him on, as Michael ate their spent semen from his wife's dripping pussy.

"I think he'd really like that," Tyler replied, with a devilish smirk on his handsome face, as he pulled Heather away from her husband's sucking mouth. Michael's face was wet with the jocks' spent cum and his wife's pussy juices. Matt quickly walked her back to the air mattress for another heated fuck.

Tyler stood up to Michael's still-open mouth and rammed his huge cock inside. Michael automatically started sucking on it, craving more of that tasty jock-cream. He had never even thought about sucking another guy's cock before, but Michael sure desired it now. The steely hardness of the blond jock's cock in his mouth made his own cock throb uncontrollably in his shorts. The smell of Tyler's crotch and the taste of his oozing precum on his tongue drove Michael crazy with lust for this sexy young man. He gagged as Tyler thrust his giant prick down his throat.

"YEAH!!!" the guys lustfully cheered Tyler on. "Fuck his face with your BIG cock! Pound it down that faggot's throat!"

Tyler grabbed Michael's head with his hands and guided it along his enormous cock. Michael bobbed his head back and forth, slurping noisily on it.

"Give that cocksucker ALL of it, man!" one of the lifeguards shouted.

Tyler forced his cock deeply down the married man's throat. Michael had tears in his eyes as he gagged on the huge cock. Tyler pulled Michael's head to his crotch and loudly groaned, "FFFUUUCCCKKKKK!!!" He shot a massive load down the man's throat, and Michael seemed to hungrily swallow every drop of it.

As Tyler pulled out of his mouth, Josh said, "Let's take the faggot to the picnic table and break him in, like we did his wife!" Lemont and Reggie quickly grabbed Michael by the arms and dragged him over to the table. They laid him on his back long-ways on top of the table, as Josh and a few of the other guys pulled Michael's Polo shirt, shorts, briefs, and deck shoes off, leaving him completely naked. Michael's large 8" x 5" cut cock was straining up hard against his flat stomach muscles, throbbing wildly.

"I think he needs his back and thigh muscles massaged, just like we did his wife's," Reggie said, laughing softly.

"Yeah," echoed Lemont, "we'll massage his man-pussy for him." As Lemont sat Michael up slightly and knelt behind him, holding him still, it suddenly occurred to Michael what the guys were really doing to his wife when he had assumed they were just massaging her backache and leg cramps.

Reggie and Josh each grabbed a leg and spread them wide apart as they each sat on the bench at each side of the table, duplicating the position they had been in earlier with Heather. Each were massaging Michael's thigh and working his hands up closer to his ass. Josh spit onto his fingers and began to rub them along Michael's hairy asscrack and against his virgin asshole.

"NO!" Michael begged, realizing what the jock was about to do.

"Relax, dude," Josh smiled. "Your wife sure liked our massages." He slipped his finger into Michael's hole, and Michael jumped in Lemont's arms. Lemont held onto him so the married man couldn't escape. Josh's finger drilled in and out of his ass, with that vigorous hand motion Michael had seen used on Heather earlier. Michael groaned loudly, as Josh slipped in a second finger and deeply fucked his man-pussy with them, rubbing his prostrate and sending shivers up and down his spine.

"He sure likes what you're doing, Josh," Lemont remarked, looking down at Michael's lap. "His boner is jumping around and drooling like crazy."

Josh removed his fingers, and Reggie slid his deeply into Michael's super-tight ass. "Damn!" Reggie exclaimed, "This faggot's pussy is even tighter than his wife's."

Just as the jocks had taken turns massaging his wife's cunt earlier, each one of them now took a turn finger-fucking his clasping tight asshole, stretching it more and more open with the eager thrusts. Michael was beside himself with pleasure. He never dreamed his ass was so sensitive. He was now heaving his ass onto the invading fingers and shouting and swearing, just as Heather had when her pussy was being manipulated by these guys.

Ryan was now vigorously fucking his man-pussy with, first, three, then four, fingers of his hand when Michael suddenly screamed and shot a huge load of cum all over himself. "Fuck, he even cums in buckets like his wife!" Ryan remarked and laughed.

"Hey, Matt, bring that air mattress over here," Reggie shouted.

Within minutes, Michael was on his back on the air mattress with Tyler's giant cock up his ass, popping his deep inner "cherry," and Josh's blood-engorged cock down his throat, fucking his face. Tyler was fucking his pussy just as forcefully as he had Heather's earlier, with long and vigorous strokes. Josh sat on Michael's chest and deeply fucked his throat. Michael didn't know what was coming over him. He lustfully needed these jocks inside him. An inner fire was building, a desire he never knew he possessed.

When Tyler and Josh finally unloaded their jock-cum in the married man's ass and throat, Reggie and Lemont quickly took their places. Michael thought he'd literally die when Reggie sank his huge black cock in his sore ass. "Aaaarrrggghhhhh!" he screamed in sudden pain. Reggie didn't hold back either, he forced his enormous prick all the way up the man's ass and started fucking him like a madman.

The whole thing went on to past midnight. Heather fucked each of them again and gave everyone blowjobs, and Michael noticed at least three or four new strangers getting their share, guys that someone had called on a cell phone to come over and check out the big-titted whore and her faggot husband, he thought.

Michael lustfully mirrored his sexy wife's actions. Each of the hot jocks had fucked his sore ass and unloaded his cum in him, and he had given blowjobs to every one of them at least once, swallowing as much tasty cum as he could. They used him like a piece of meat, and he loved every minute of it!

When the couple finally left, both naked and well-used by all of the hot and horny jocks at the party, Heather promised her host that she would be interested in attending, and participating at, more parties very soon. "And Michael can handle the grill," she smiled, lovingly kissing her still-stunned husband on the cheek amid roars of approval, "as well as handle all of the other meat you have for him."