World Cup fever was running rampart. Cars drove down the street flying their favorite nationality flags.

My husband Rick had planned a “World Cup Party” for the guys to watch the final game on out big screen TV.

He had invited fifteen of his buddies and spared no expense to entertain them while they watched the match.

The Recreation room bar was well stocked with every king of liquor and beer you could imagine. A catering firm had been contracted to provide a smorgasbord buffet for the guys.

“There is one thing I would like you to do for me to make it a day the guys will remember Sweetheart.” Rick said.

“What’s that?” I asked curiously.

“Fuck them.” My husband asked bluntly.

“Excuse me?” I didn’t think I had heard his correctly.

“I want you to fuck the guys.” Rick repeated.

“All of them?” I couldn’t believe what he was asking. 

“Do you love me?” Rick asked.

“Yes.” 

“Then you will fuck them all for me.” My husband ruled.

Thus it was decided that I was to be the slut for fifteen guys.

Rick and I were not monogamous as we had done our share of swinging but always together. 

I had never fucked another man without my husband being included in the threesome or foursome. 

This was completely different as I was to be gang-banged by fifteen guys while my husband watched.

“Do the guys know?” I asked.

“I told them I may have a special surprise for them.” Rick smiled.

“Rick, I know all these guys, most of them are married?” I brought to his attention.

“No guy is going to turn down the chance to fuck you.” He grinned.

Unfortunately I knew what he said was true. At twenty-eight I knew guys found me attractive and I got hit on numerous times wherever I went unaccompanied. My 38DD bust, nicely rounded ass and long, shapely legs were like bait for guys on the prowl. 

Even shopping in our local supermarket Hank the produce guy would save me the choicest fruit and veggies in exchange for me being friendly with him and the occasional flash of boobs.

If I dare go in a coffee shop alone without fail some guy would try to hustle me. I always declined their offers.

Now my husband wanted me to give myself to fifteen of his best mates.

“Why don’t you just hire a hooker?” I continued to argue.

“It’s been done before, but nobody has volunteered their wife to be fucked.” Rick insisted.

“O.K., but they better all wear rubbers ’cause I don’t want to get knocked up!” I agreed.

Rick was overjoyed and you would think I had agreed to let him fuck fifteen girls.

Rick was aware I was not using birth control pills. I had had an adverse reaction from them and we had resorted to a diaphragm instead. The diaphragm was ninety-eight percent effective but with fifteen guys gang-banging me it would likely become dislodged and all that sperm would flood my ovaries. 

I guess I was a bit naïve expecting Rick to ask the guys to use condoms or to expect them to comply. He would willingly take the risk of pregnancy. Any child that was produced would be a trophy to him for giving me to his buddies.

To say I was anxious when the day of my sacrifice rolled around was an understatement. Rick had me prepare myself to give the guys my body looking my best. 

A soak in a bubble bath, a freshly shaven pussy, an application of baby oil over my entire body and a sprits of Ode de Joy perfume between my ample breasts. 

Rick had purchased a negligee for me to wear for the event.

It was a very short see-through number but he did not give me the matching modesty pants. Every detail of my charms was clearly visible through the gown right down to the mole on my left breast.

I was to stay out of sight until he announced my grand entrance.

The guys started arriving about half-an-hour before the game was to start. From my hideout in the bedroom I could hear them laughing and joking. Time after time the doorbell rang announcing the arrival of more of the noisy football fans. Would they every stop coming?

I looked out the bedroom window to see three guys getting out of a black S.U.V. There were four other vehicles crammed into out driveway.

I knew it was too late to call the whole thing off but God there was a lot of guys downstairs who were going to fuck my brains out when Rick announced his invitation.

The guys were getting more raucous when I heard my husband making his announcement. It was my queue to head downstairs. 

The welcoming cheers and whistles were deafening as I entered the room.

Seeing me almost naked confirmed the guys were in for a treat.

I did not know what the procedure was to be but quickly Ron Howard approached me. 

Ron had been selected by my husband to warm his wife up for the gang to use.

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