It was a Sunday morning. We had already made love and had breakfast, and were now sat with a mid morning coffee in the sun. Being secluded, we hadn't bothered to dress. Aaron noticed me looking a little pensive, "Hey lover, what's the problem?" "Oh, nothing". He left it for a few minutes, then said, "go on, what's eating t you, maybe I can help". So I said, "Well, I was thinking of all the lovers that we'd had since we opened the relationship". "And?" I went on, listing many of the guys that we had met. "we've had good, not so good, and amazing, Like Chad and yourself, my ultimate lover and the best husband in the world". Aaron was still waiting for the 'but'. "I've had threes, even fours, we've watched each other having sex with other guys and gone off and had sex independently. I'd like to try multiple men in one session. I'd like to know how many I can take. Perhaps start with six, and if that went okay, up it to ten or more". Although we had not long had sex, Aaron was getting hard again at the thought of his husband being shagged by multiple men. Trying to hide his excitement, he said, "Would you like to see what I can sort out?" I beamed and we kissed, me rubbing his hardness. he spent hours on his laptop in the bedroom, with me getting more and more nervous, hoping I hadn't opened a can of worms. Then one evening, he came back into the lounge looking triumphant. "All sorted", he said "Go on, tell me". "I want to keep t a secret until I know it's a definite", so I left it, and had forgotten all about it. We had the guys who rented our old house over for an evening of sex. I had all three of them, with Aaron last. Chad and Chas, the swimmer. Chad had me and Chas, and Chas fucked Aaron.
Then one day , after work, Aaron smiled and said, "It's happening Saturday afternoon". "What is?" I replied, having forgotten all about it. "We have seven guys coming round, and with me that makes eight. Let's see if you can handle that" I gulped at the thought. "Where are we going to do it?" I asked, hoping for a reprieve. One of them has a huge tent, we'll put it up in the garden. Saturday morning came, and a hunky guy called Eric arrived with said tent, which was more like a marquee. Between the three of us, we managed to erect it. At 2pm, cars started arriving, it was too late to back out now. I didn't recognise any of them. They ranged from 18 or 19, through to men in their 40s. We went into the tent, where Aaron had put a blow up mattress and left bottles of lube and poppers around. The men undressed, kissing and sucking each other, while I lay on the bed, snorting amyl nitrate. A pretty young lad went first, his cock swaying in front of him. He kissed me, then worked his way down my body and gave me head. With the other guys now tossing each other, the lad penetrated me missionary style, and proceeded to fuck me with little finesse. He bred me quickly. Over the next hour or so, they all shagged me, the younger ones twice. Aaron went last, and one by one, they thanked us and left. Sunday morning, Eric came round to get his tent, and he and Aaron fucked me again before we took it down. I'd had at least a dozen loads in less than 24 hours, and loved every minute.
During the afternoon, we were musing over the gangbang. "How do you feel it went?" asked Aaron. "Loved it, could have taken twice as many", I crowed. "Careful what you wish for", Aaron replied with a grin, and I knew he was already planning another.
I had a significant birthday coming up, and guessed this is when it would happen. It was confirmed when Aaron told me he had hired a hall. During the morning, Aaron popped out, and with a few others, decorated the place with bunting and balloons. He said the 'festivities' would start at 5pm, and that we had to be out of the hall by 10. I spent the early afternoon douching and having a long hot bath, chose my favourite aftershave, and lubed myself well in preparation. When we arrived, there were already six or seven cars in the carpark. I prayed, and we went inside. The same guys who had fucked me a few weeks ago were already there. In the centre of the room was a table with a blanket on it. This was to be my bed. The men kissed me, and I lost my clothes, as did Aaron. More and more men walked through the door. I gave up and lost count accepted my fate. Six men picked me up and ceremoniously carried me to the table, and laid me on my back. Chad was there, and it was he who went first, my legs were held apart and Chad fucked me with short twerking motions, and bred me quickly. I don't think he had expected such a large audience, they worked up in ages, starting with the youngest. I'd had eight guys by the time it was Aaron's turn, and he had only just turned 30. Cum ran out of me and soaked into the blanket. The next man I recognised from one of our previous encounters, and by the size of his cock. He climbed onto the table and turned me onto all fours. Cheers rang out as he edged his huge member in, spitting on it as he did so. Luckily I already had enough cum to give me plenty of lube, he just added a bit more. 'Just a few more' I thought to myself, 'I can cope'. Seven or eight more filled me. The eldest must have been in his 50s. With cum running out of me like a river, I thought that was that, but Chad and a couple of the other young lads had different ideas. I was taken off the table and bent over it. Chad, and two of his mates, took it in turns to fuck me, passing me from one to the other like a toy. My legs were like jelly, and my ass like a horses cunt, by the time I had been bred three more times.
Everyone helped clean the place, and we left at 9pm, minus my clothes, which seemed to disappear. Back home, Aaron reminded me that I should be careful what I wish for, but I said I couldn't have wished for a better birthday present. I spent most of the next day in bed, alone.
