My husband and several of his buddies have a cabin in the woods on some very remote property in the mountains of PA. I had never been invited to see it, and wondered why they all enjoyed their time at this place. They were very secretive of what went on, and never seemed to come home with any game. So I started asking questions. My husband asked me if I wanted to go on the next hunt, and I said “sure” He told me if I went, I had to do whatever he asked. I always do what my hubby wants so I said not a problem. We loaded up the truck on a Saturday. It took several hours of driving to get there. We turned off of the main road and made our way down a long gravel roadway. We passed a few abandoned cabins. There did not seem to be anyone in the area. We turned off on an unmarked road just wide enough for the truck to get by. We drove on it for several minutes before coming to a clearing where a small cabin stood. There were already several other trucks parked in the yard when we pulled to a stop. I was a bit nervous since I did not know who was here or what to expect.

Before we got out of the truck, my husband reminded me of my promise to do anything he said to do. I reminded him that I was completely at his service, thinking that I would be serving drinks and cooking all weekend long. Then he held out his hand and told me to hand him my clothes. “What?” I said, confused. “I said take off your clothes. This is the last time this weekend you will be wearing anything at all.” I just sat there dumbstruck. “What about the guys who drove up in those trucks? Where are they?” “The boys are anxiously waiting for your arrival, inside.”

I slipped off my top and my shorts, panties and bra, and gave them to my husband. He had a devious look on his face as he watched me strip. He said, “OK, let’s go in”. My nipples were rock hard as I climbed from the truck. My heart was racing. What have I agreed to? How many people are inside? Do I know any of them? Will they like what they see? I was secretly glad I was freshly shaved down there. My husband held the door open for me and I walked in to the dark room. After my eyes adjusted to the dim light I saw several men that were regulars at our house, and a few faces I did not know. I was embarrassed but very excited about being naked in front of these friends and strangers. I held back behind my husband as he introduced me to the crowd as this weekend’s slut. They all cheered and tipped their beers towards us in a creepy welcome.

My first order was to go around the room and ask who needed a fresh beer. I got my ass slapped and breasts groped in the process. It was very erotic to be the only one in the room who was naked, and surrounded by lustful men. My pussy was getting wet. They gave me a tray and I loaded it up with cold beer and handed them out. When I came to a man whom I knew, it was all I could do to look them in the eye. They were seeing me totally naked for the first time after being around me at parties and back yard bar-b-ques. It was really quite arousing. My pulse raced as I circled the room.

Next on the agenda was what they called the “name that cock”. I was blindfolded and my hands tied behind my back. I was put on my knees and waited. This could only mean one thing; I was going to have to start sucking cock. Soon I could feel someone standing in front of me. I automatically opened my mouth like a good little sub, and an erect penis was placed in my mouth. I was supposed to suck on it long enough to guess who in the room the cock belonged to. I love sucking cock and this finally allowed my Weekend Slut persona to emerge freely. I’d suck for several minutes, for my own pleasure. I love having a hard throbbing penis in my mouth. If I sensed the owner was nearly about to cum I would stop and guess a name. The room would either cheer or howl in disapproval at my choices. I lost count of how many dicks were in my mouth. My hands were still tied behind my back but I was dying to rub my clitty and get myself off. I know my husband took delight in my desperation and that’s probably why my hands were tied behind me. A few of them shot their load in my mouth before I was expecting, so I had a nice taste of man juice to enjoy as the next event was announced.

My husband lead me to the dining room table. I was still blindfolded. He layed me on my back with my ass at the edge of the table. My legs dangled free. My arms were pulled out in a Y shape and re-tied to the table. My pussy was on fire and desperate to be touched. This game did not have a name but the men who I guessed right got to fuck me. Of course, I had no idea who or how many were right, so this might be a marathon session or no one. Now that I think about it, I don’t recall naming my husband as one in my mouth, so I guess he was content to watch his wife suck a roomful of other men’s hard dicks.