My wife Gwen and I have a very giving relationship. She gives me her
ass,and I give her jewelry. Well, it's not quite that simple. A few
years ago,we worked out a plan whereby she can have any piece of jewelry
that catchesher eye, so long as she "earns" it a special way. And she's
a jewelry freakfrom the 'git-go', let me tell you. Of course, those
rubies and emeraldsand diamonds DO look good on her when she's dressed
to kill, so I can'treally complain. And I pull in enough money so that's
not really theproblem. We just decided that I could satisfy my kinks and
she couldsatisfy her lust for gems at the same time.It all started one
day when we where shopping downtown, and she spotted aruby-studded
bracelet in a shop window. She just had to have it, andwouldn't take no
for an answer. Now, it's always been very difficult for meto deny her
anything, especially when she looks up at me with those dreamyblue eyes
and lets her yellowed-blonde hair fall over her face. I lookeddown at
her and laughed. "Ok, Ok, stop begging. You can have it. But you have to
earn it." "I'll do anything, anything. What do you want, breakfast in
bed, a fancy steak dinner, a night out with the boys, anything, just say
the word."I grabbed her around the waist. "Actually, a night out with
the boysdoesn't sound bad. But I want YOU to have it, not me.""What! Me?
What're you talking about, you sex fiend?" She knew my leaningswell.I
explained what I wanted. At first, her eyes widened and I think
shealmost pulled out of the deal, but then I saw her steal a glance at
thebracelet again, and then notice some of the other pieces in the
window, andthe little gears in her head started whirring."You mean, if I
want any piece of jewelry, ANY piece, that's what I have todo?""That's
it. It's not impossible. It may not be the regular way to earn agift
like that, but we're talking a couple thousand a pop, aren't we
now?""Hmmmmm." She bit her lower lip and her eyebrows furrowed. "You'll
takecare of all the details? They've got to be clean.""Think I don't
know that? I'd never risk a hair on your pretty little head,you know
that."Finally, she nodded. "OK. I'll do it." "What piece do you want?"
She pointed at the ruby bracelet."I still want that bracelet first.""OK.
But you get it afterwards. And if you fail, it goes back. After weclean
it, of course. You wait here."She agreed. I went in and bought it,
slipped it into my coat pocket andjoined her back out in the
street.Later that week, I set it up. I have a friend who runs a club in
the nexttown, and he was only too glad, once I offered him $1500 for the
use of hisclub for one night , to set it all up for us. I had a notice
printed upwith a "signup sheet" which he passed to his regular customers
and anyothers he knew could be trusted with the knowledge. The club
would beclosed to the general public, of course. Only "approved guests"
were to be admitted. The wheels were in motion.I built a small tray out
of clear plexiglass to hold the bracelet. It wasjust large enough to fit
in, laying perfectly flat and stretched out. Ialso rented a portable
testing machine to run the guys through. We'vealways been careful in
that regard, I must say, even though our usualchoice of volunteers is
not in a high risk group. You just never know. Finally, the appointed
night arrived. We drove over to the club in the Jag,and I held the
bracelet in its' little "canoe" on the console of the car. Even in the
dark, you could see the gems sparkle and glimmer in theoverhead street
lights. I rubbed Gwen's thigh."Nervous?""A little. Fuck, you know what
you're asking me to do.""Yeah. But it's not like it's the first
time.""First time for this many.""After the first dozen or so you
probably won't even feel them.""The hell I won't!" she grinned.The club
was set up just like I'd asked. Dan had also had the bench built,to my
spec's. It was a padded affair, with one side about six inches
higherthan the other, about two feet wide and four feet long. The chrome
eyeboltsat the bottom of the back legs and the front of the padded top
gleamed inthe lights. The padded part was trapezoidal, wider at the back
than thefront, like a truncated triangle, and about three feet off the
ground. Iheld Gwen's hand as we went up to it. I started taking off her
clothes as Italked. "You all know why we're here. You also know the
rules. No rough stuff." Herblouse came off. "You get five minutes
apiece. If you aren't finished bythen, you go back to the end of the
line and wait your turn. If you're upto it, you can go as many times as
you like." Then the bra. Her breastsshone with a light sheen of sweat. I
tweaked one nipple. It rose to theoccasion. "No substitution. Your dicks
only go in one hole tonight. If shesay's you're in the wrong hole, out
you go." I dropped her skirt to the floor. I could sense the
anticipation building. "If you need help, you can go around front, but
that's only for getting it hard." I tugged her panties down over her
stockings. I didn't know how long the thigh-highs would stayup, but I
thought they looked sexy on her. She kept her heels on. I led herto the
bench and bent her over it. I attached the cuffs on the back legs toher
widespread ankles, and each wrist was chained to an eyebolt on thepadded
top. She was bent over it, her ass in the air, her upper bodyleaning
down at an angle, her arms outstretched. She was almost ready to go.I
reached into my pocket for the lube, unscrewed the top and placed the
endof it at her opening. Squeezed."Ahhhhh" Gwen groaned slightly. "It's
cold!"I turned to the line of men. "Ok, who's first?"The first man stood
up behind her, dropped his pants and slowly slid hiscock into my wife's
rectum. Oh, she's got a great asshole, let me tell you.She knows just
how to squeeze it to pull the cum out of your balls. Silkysmooth. I'd
say over the years, she's had about three hundred differentcocks in her
colon, and her ass is as tight today as it was when she wassixteen years
old and I was the first cock she took up her hershey highway.That's how
she was earning this bracelet. An anal gang bang to end all analgang
bangs. Every guy would cum in her ass.I watched the guy fuck her. He
pushed into her over and over, and I heardher grunt each time he
bottomed out. His cock came out shiny each time. I'dgiven her four
complete enemas that afternoon, so I knew she was as cleaninside as she
could be. By the last one, the water ran out clear as it wentin.The
first guy came in her ass with a groan and a sigh. He turned to
me,winked and pulled out, making way for the next guy in line. I looked
aroundthe club. There were about seventy or eighty guys there so far.
One ofDan's waitresses was administering the blood tests to each guy as
he signedup. She was also a nurse, so I knew she knew what she was
doing.I turned back to watch my wife get her ass fucked. I think she
came duringthe fourth or fifth one, I couldn't be sure. After the first
dozen, I wavedthe line to a halt for a second and walked over to check
her out.Her asshole was stretched open to about the diameter of a
quarter. I put afinger in and felt around. It was wet and slimy and hot,
just like I knewit would be. I stirred it around and pulled my finger
out. I walked aroundto the front of her. "How're you
doing?""Ummmmmmmmm...." She looked up at me with a glassy, heavy-lidded
glance. "Icame. Twice.""Good." I held the finger out. "Lick." She opened
her mouth, and I put theslimy finger in. She licked it clean and
swallowed. It was a taste she'dgotten used to. Luckily for her.I started
the line again.About forty-five minutes later, she'd had thirty-six guys
dump their loadsin her rectum. A good dozen or so had had her suck them
hard. I decided totake a turn. They say familiarity breeds contempt, but
the feel of her assaround my cock only made me feel great. Gwen's got a
great pussy, and givesmarvelous head, but give me her ass any time.
She's just that kind of girlthat loves to get fucked in the ass. I know
they're rare, but I found one.And I treat her right. Shit, she's got
over a hundred grand worth ofjewelry back at the house in the safe.The
line kept moving. Black, white, brown, they all got a shot at her.Gwen's
ass is an equal opportunity fuck hole. A couple of them got alittle
rough, and we had to calm them down, but for the most part, theybehaved.
Hell, they were getting a free assfuck from a beautiful, willingwoman,
they had no reason to shitheads. One guy tried to stick his fingerup her
cunt, but she wiggled around, yelled at him to cut it out, and hedid.
Gwen's funny that way. I'm the only guy she'll let up her pussy.
I'veseen her take half a dozen complete strangers, truck drivers,
delivery men,whoever, up her ass in a row without complaint. I once
watched her givehead to and swallow the loads of nine guys at a party
one night, and notone of them ever got near her pussy. I'm the only one
whose ever visitedthat territory. Cool, huh?By midnight, she was
starting to slosh. Because of some of the guys takingseconds and even a
couple of thirds, I'd lost count after sixty or so. Ieven went again
myself. By now, of course, her sphincter had given up allhope of closing
up for the night. As each guy finished off and pulled out,you could see
the dark tunnel of her rectum, slightly red around the edges.A small
stream of white dripped out occasionally, pulled out by aretreating
dick. No doubt about it, she was filling up.By the time two o'clock
rolled around, there was hardly anybody left who hadn't cum at least
once in her ass, and like I said, there were a bunchwho managed two or
more. Each time a guy went up and dropped his log in herpoop chute, she
grunted a little less. I'm sure she was getting sloppy.Hell, a hundred
and fifty ass fucks in one night will wear anybody out.Finally, I think
everybody had a turn. Or two. Or three. A bunch of theguys had left, but
a lot stayed to see everything to the bitter end, tomake a bad
joke....When there were no more takers, I went up and toweled off Gwen's
face. Shehad sweated under the lights, even though the guys did most of
the work. Ithink she came about twenty times, too, from the look in her
eyes."Are you ready?""...oh fuck...oh fuck....yeah. Goddam, my ass feels
like you could drive atruck up it."I looked back at it and nodded to
her. "Yes, you could. " I unhooked herwrists and legs. "Don't stand up
yet."We pushed the bench away and I slowly turned my wife to face the
crowd. Ishowed her the bracelet in its' little clear tray."Think you can
do it?""Shit, it feels like I could float a freakin' battleship." I
smiled at heruse of the word. "OK, here we go." I held the plastic tray
up against her butt and she pushed and slowly crouched down. As
expected, a river of semen flowed outof her overused asshole. It burbled
and bubbled out of her, dripping intothe tray with audible plops and
squishes. She farted noisily. That's to beexpected, with so much air up
inside of her. It was a treat, watching afart blow a sperm bubble out of
her anus like that.She leaked for a full minute, forcing the milky fluid
from her lowerintestine. I watched the last few drops leak out, and her
anus slowlyclosed back shut. I slid one finger in and out to make sure
she was empty. Then I looked down at the tray with its' oddly juxtaposed
cargo - a $2600 bracelet submerged by about half a pint of semen."Well,
looks like you did it. It's covered."Gwen gave a little squeal of
delight."Just one last step."I handed her the tray. She gingerly reached
in with one delicate hand andpulled the bracelet from its' spermy bath,
inspecting the fluid carefully.She looked me in the eye. I nodded. She
turned to the crowd and slowly raised the tray to her lips.It took her
five swallows, but she got it all down. PS : the bracelet looks
fantastic on her. Remind me to tell you one day howshe earned the pearl
necklace....