[milkman56]

Excerpt:

While Annie recovered, some attending to her, helping her to sip a drink and feeling her tits at the same time, Buzz began to orchestrate the events. The men were all undressing. They were remarkably comfortable, I thought, with exposing their erections to other men.

By contrast my friends had felt awkwardly about showing off their erections. They had mostly kept on their undershorts, if they were not doing it to her or getting sucked off.

These guys seemed used to this, and it seemed to me they had done things like this before, gangbangs with some pickup. Most of these guys got completely nude except for their stocking feet and walked about unselfconsciously, getting beers, talking, looking at my naked wife and commenting. All except for the one who was going to leave early. He kept his shirt on.

So anyway in spite of some embarrassment I looked at their dicks with some curiosity, imagining them doing it to her, and I saw that she was also taking glances at their dicks as well; I am guessing also thinking the same thing I was, but from her own point of view. I really wondered about that. How did she think of them? Some of them—actually most of them—were not really very stiff, like the “boys” had been, whose dicks hard as wood stuck out and up and almost never got limp. But contrast these men kept feeling themselves to keep themselves ready (or because it felt good; I kept touching myself too).

But Buzz had a long prick and his, by contrast to the others, his was stiff as the boys had been: it stood up like theirs had, like a stick of wood. He was obviously proud of it. And Annie’s expression, looking at it, showed fascination and anticipation. I admit he made me uncomfortable how he swaggered and how she looked at it.

They settled back to places where they sat. Buzz stood before her, holding a fresh beer, admiring my naked wife; his proud randy dick, at the level of her eyes presented itself to her and she could not resist looking at it and he grinned.

He looked over his shoulder and said to one of his friends: “Toss me that pillow…”

Buzz dropped the pillow to the carpet in front of the end of the bed and taking another swig from the beer, put down his bottle; then helped Annie to get to her feet and she seemed confused but said nothing and then she understood as he pressed her to kneel on the pillow in front of the end of the bed.

“You go first…” Buzz gestured toward the man who said had to leave early. He eagerly slipped in front of her and holding his dick in one hand put his other hand on the back of her neck and guided her forcibly to lean and rudely popped the head of his dick into her reluctant mouth. She did not immediately close her eyes. Her eyes darted, and anxiously caught my own.