Chapter 1: Day 1

I'm a very horny housewife 40 years old, married and have 3 children. I love my husband, but sometimes I have to have another dick or better a couple of dicks.

Sometimes for my self and other times my husband are watching. If on my self, he gets the whole story when we are together again, and it really turns him on.

I have tried many kinds of sex, 2 men and me, me another woman and a man, "rape", and sex with animals.

Here are I think my wildest experience:

My husband and I were invited to a biker meeting in USA by a couple we know (Bent and Anne). Anne has told me, that I surely would get all those dicks that I wanted there or maybe even more than I wanted.

We considered it for a long time, it was an expensive trip, but the curiosity won at last.

We met Anne and Bent in Kastrup Airport in Copenhagen and flew to Miami where we landed in the morning. We rented a car; Anne and Bent had been to the meeting last year, so they know the place.

When we arrived we showed our festival tickets to the guards at the gate and were told where we could put up our tents.

The place was full of life, and I recognized that most of the women were topless.

When we found the right spot to put up our tents. While we were doing so, 2 men and a woman went into the tent next to ours, and it was certainly not for sleeping.

After the sounds they were fucking her like mad.

When we had put our tent up, I was soaking wet. I was eager to find out what would happen during the next week.

In the afternoon we got something to eat and drink, and then we walked around the party-ground to get a look at what happened.

We came to a scene where a contest was about to begin, and we stopped to watch.

Suddenly I realized that it was a "Blowjob-contest". I started to breeze heavily, and waited exited on what would happen, but I could not have imagined what would happen.

They were short of a girl, and a big man grabbed me by the arm and pulled me through the rim of people who stood in front of the stage.

He placed me in front of another big man on the stage. I looked down on my husband; he gave me a nod with his head.

I realized that it in fact was just what we came for.

I unzipped him and pulled his cock out like the rest of the girls.

The referee said; "GO!"

We all started sucking and licking. "My cock" was rather big - at least bigger than my husbands were, and I enjoyed it really much.

It was a real horny feeling kneeling in front of all these people and suck a complete stranger's big cock, the juices were running down my thighs. I have no panties on, only a real short skirt, so I began to masturbate.

I gave my husband a quick look, he was staring at me and the lust was shining in his eyes.

Now I could feel that "my cock" was ready to cum, and I wanted him to cum all over my tits. I lay down on my back and pulled my T-shirt up. But he misunderstand me, my skirt have revealed my soaking pussy.

He grabbed hold on his cock, and guided it right up in my horny pussy. He thrust it to the bottom in one hard stroke.

Even if I wanted, I could not hold back a scream; "Ooooooh Yeees Fuck meeeeee!"

After 20 hard thrusts he could not take any more, he filled my pussy with his juice. 2 seconds after I came in a big orgasm.

That was something for the audience, they whistled and cheered.

I had won the contest.

When I got on my feet with our juices running down my legs and I looked down on the audience I felt like a real cheap whore.

My husband stood with a big bulge in his jeans and I know that he was just as horny as I.

Well I had won!!! I was exited what was the price?

I hardly heard what the referee said. I was in another world, and didn't listen to what he said.

The audience cheered.

Well, my husband could tell me about it.

The referee handed me a new T-shirt; I had to put on. I did and left the stage, and went back to my husband and our friends.

Anne said; "Oooh you are so lucky Lene!"

I said; "Yes it was rather great sucking that big cock."

Anne said; "Nooo, not that you became "The Whore Of The Week."

I said gaping; "WHAT!"

Anne continued; "That's your price Lene, you will not be able to sit down on the flight home."

I said; "What does "Whore Of The Week" exactly mean?"

Anne started to tell; "Take a look at the T-shirt Lene!"

I took it of and looked at the back; there was standing Whore of the week with big letters in a circle. It means that everyone; EVERYONE who want to fuck me was allowed to do so!

No matter if my husband liked it or not, or if I did, I had to take all the cocks that was offered to me.

My head was spinning, and without doing anything to get it, I got a big orgasm while she was telling me about it.

I looked at my husband and said; "What do you say honey, is it OK with you?"

He said; "This was not what I had expected, but if it's the rules we better follow them!"

Anne continued; "Last year the whore of the week has to go through all kind of trials, as entertainment for the rest of the people."

It was obvious that she would die to be in my place. We walked around the place; I felt that everyone looked at me. The party-ground was very large, and suddenly I found out that we had lost Anne and my husband.

Bent looked at me and said; "Now you can start with me!"

I was real surprised, in spite of our common interest; we had never had sex with Anne and Bent. Anne had told me, that Bent was very well hung, and thinking about it I realized that I always had been curios about that fact, and had wanted to feel his big cock.

I said; "Yes lets find a place there is not so crowded Bent, and I had a little guilt feeling, knowing that I maybe should have asked my husband first, but maybe not now, I was the whore of the week wasn't I?

Bent had another idea.

He said; "I know just the right place!" He pulled me forward through the crowd.

I was thinking, he had been here before, so I better follow him. We came to the place in Bent's mind, there in the middle of the crowd, a pillory.

I stopped, but Bent forced me against the pillory. The man standing next to it helped him, and in spite of my struggling they managed to put me in the pillory.

Now I stood bend forward with my neck and wrists locked in the pillory. Bent pulled my skirt of and I stood naked and helpless.

Bent yelled; "Look here she is, the whore of the week!"

The crowd cheered and came closer. Bent stood behind me, and without any warning he pressed his big cock up my soaking pussy (Anne had not been boasting about it, IT WAS REALLY BIG).

He began to fuck me; the man who helped him unzipped and pressed his cock into my mouth.

There was nothing to do, but suck and lick the best I could. Just a moment later he squirted in my mouth, and I swallowed it all.

A new one took his place at once. Now we could talk about being a whore, but I don't get any money out of it.

I was helpless and surrounded by about 80 men whistling and calling me the worst things I ever had heard.

Some of them were jerking it of, and the only thing in my mind was that it was a waste when they spilled their sperm on the ground. Bent fucked me real hard now, and I got my third orgasm today. When my pussy began to tighten around his cock, he just couldn't take any more. He forced the cock all the way up into my pussy and delivered his sperm. Ooooooh that was great and I enjoyed it. When he had finished, he just left me in the pillory, with all the horny men.

It was a "gang rape". I never had imagined me in that situation in my wildest dreams.

A man took over after Bent, I could not see him, but I surely did feel him, when he thrusts his dick up in my pussy.

That was the most exiting about it, I could not see who fucked me. One by one they filled my pussy with their hot sperm, and like the "cheap whore" I just had become I just took it all.

They didn't fuck me for long each of them, just in with the cock 20-30 thrusts and cuming deep in me.

I got 4 orgasms more while being fucked that way. When they had finished, they took some photos to be sold in the store in the middle of the party-ground.

I was real exhausted and the sperm was running down my legs.

Then I was released.

I went of to find my husband; I think that I had something to confess.