“Sorry, what?” Chloe spluttered, nearly choking on her wine. “Let me get this straight, Andi - you had a dream that your husband cloned himself a bunch of times, all so you could have…” She glanced about the busy bar before leaning over the table to whisper in a high-pitched squeak, “…a gangbang?!”

Andi laughed at her friend’s reaction, face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement… plus the best part of a bottle of Chablis.

“OK, OK…” She gently shushed Chloe, smiling. “Let’s not tell everyone about it, yeah?”

“Sorry, I just…” She sighed and took a big sip from her glass. “I just never imagined you and Paul, umm, being up for that kind of thing – that’s all…”

Now it was Andi’s time to sigh.

Truth was, she hadn’t been sure either.

She and Paul had been together since their early twenties – other than a couple of college flings, he’d been the only man she’d been with. And while their sex life was amazing (they’d experimented a lot as a couple), discussing her dream last night had been the first time they’d touched on the subject of group sex in their relationship.

“Wait… Why clones?” Chloe asked, leaning in now, clearly keen to know more now she’d overcome her initial shock.

Andi took a sip of wine before answering, smoothing a hand over the hem of her little black dress as she crossed her legs. “It was so he wouldn’t have to worry about dealing with strangers or ‘other people’ – it might sound weird, Chlo’ but it all seemed pretty reasonable in my dream… It was still Paul – but four Pauls… If you know what I mean.”

“Four, huh….” Chloe’s replied absently, staring into the middle distance. Biting her lip for a second before Andi cleared her throat and she looked up with a guilty grin. “Did you tell him about it? The dream, I mean.”

Andi nodded as she adjusted herself in her chair, memories of that conversation bringing a swift fizz of arousal that she did her best to fight back.

“Uh-huh,” she answered, trying to play it cool. “I think he found it pretty hot.”

That was an understatement…

She felt a flush of heat up her chest and neck as she remembered the look on Paul’s face, incredulous at first, then… something else...

Something intense. Really intense.

*

Andi enjoyed the memory as she sat in the back of her Uber on her way home from Monday drinks with Chloe – their way of escaping Monday Night Football and the NFL fantasy league Paul hosted with his three oldest friends each week of the season.

Pushing her knees together to try and combat a gently pulsing ache between her thighs, she stared out the window at the streetlights racing by. Recalling the glimmer of dark hunger in Paul’s stare as he’d pressed her for details about her dream this morning, soon posing the same question about her deviant imaginings that Chloe had asked before they’d called it a night.

What had it been like?

She’d lied to both – claiming with a bashful smile that things ‘hadn’t gotten to that point’ in her dream. That she’d woken up, bleary-eyed and wincing at the blaring alarm before she’d been able to truly enjoy any of her subconscious’ dirty designs...

But the truth was she’d enjoyed them plenty.

Tipsy and now really horny in the darkened back seat of this sedan, Andi let herself relive the experience her dreaming mind had concocted from the depths of her subconscious. Fuelled, no doubt, by the spicy erotica and articles she regularly devoured about group sex; the porn she watched quietly in the den each time Paul went up for an early night…

Fantasizing… Her body, enjoyed by others… Many others.

Hands caressing her; every part of her, grasping and kneading… Getting bolder, rougher, ever more insistent. Exploring - finding her wet and eager for more, being told to spread her legs and present herself before many pairs of staring eyes. Her intense arousal secret no longer, desire now revealed for all to see. Aching for them to have their way with her – to have all her holes fucked full of thick cock. Her darkest needs indulged at last.

The sedan slowed to a stop, Andi blinking as she realized she was home, mumbling thanks to her driver while she got out, feeling light-headed as the cold November air enveloped her. Body still singing with desire, she steadied herself on her heels before making her way up the drive, smoothing her little dress where it clung to her wide hips and full thighs - breathing deeply to try and calm herself. Hoping Paul’s buddies would attribute her red cheeks to a boozy night out with Chloe, and not the fantasy she’d enjoyed on the ride home.

She was a little surprised to see them all still here. Usually, they were gone before she wrapped up with Chloe. But the drive was full – their trucks all so similar, a reflection of their closeness, Andi guessed.

Swaying slightly as she looked for her key in her bag, she smiled at the thought of Paul’s loyal group of buddies. Friends since the high school football team, they’d stayed close even throughout college. Embodying the Musketeers name of their old team, gleefully correcting anyone who’d query: ‘but weren’t there three Musketeers?’ – even going so far as to try growing some very goofy-looking mustaches in their late twenties.

Maybe that’s why only Paul had managed to find a wife… Andi mused as she managed to get the door open and trotted quickly into the warmth of the hallway. Even now they were in their thirties, Billy and Sal remained sworn bachelors, but she’d always thought Jack would find a nice girl to settle down with – God knows he could take his pick. Too rugged looking to be truly pretty, he was still a very good-looking guy… Chloe in particular had dropped plenty of hints about how she’d love to get to know him better. Then again, she was the same with Billy and Sal too – Sal’s height and Billy’s physique making Chloe go all giggly each time she picked Andi up for their Monday night meet. All the boys were in good shape, but especially Billy and her Paul.

She needed to be careful - thinking about her hubby’s toned abs was hardly going to help her simmer down… As she kicked off her heels, Andi tried to erase the mental imagine she was enjoying. Sinking to her knees before Paul, dragging his pants off him before kissing his hips and thighs. Watching his thick cock swell and stiffen before he'd take her head in his hands, cup her chin and gently guide her lips towards his hot, hard –

“Oh hey, Andi – you back already?” Jack’s voice made her jump, and Andi looked up to see him coming out of the kitchen with a beer in hand. “Is that a new dress?” He asked, eyes bright as he leaned against the door frame and looked her up and down. “You look great…”

“Is that Andi?” Sal’s voice drifted out from the kitchen. “Ask her if she wants a beer-”

Jack raised his eyebrows, angling the bottle in his hand in askance, but before she could decline, the towering frame of Sal emerged, carrying two bottles.

“Never mind, I figured I’d find a home for it if she’s not up for… Wow! Andi! Looking good! Is that new? You look stunning…” The big man walked over with a goofy grin on his features, beer bottle extended in her direction, his eyes moving over her body.

They were both looking at her.

Intent, almost staring… She could feel their gaze shifting, sliding over her curves… Both smiling warmly, friendly as always, but…

“Umm, thanks, Sal.” Andi mumbled, before taking the bottle from him and clearing her throat, “And yeah – thank you, I picked this up last week on sale. It’s a bit shorter than I usually wear but I thought I’d give it a go -”

“Well, it looks fucking great on you...” The big man rumbled appreciatively, stepping around her – looking her up and down.

What the fuck? It’s just a dress, boys – calm down…

This was weird. Sal and Jack were nice guys, always attentive – but no fashionistas, that’s for sure.  Why would they be so invested in what she was wearing tonight? So full of compliments?

“Yeah, err – again, thanks.” She laughed - “You guys win big tonight or something? You seem a bit, I dunno...”

They shared a look, quick smirk passing between the two men before Jack answered, blue eyes dancing.

“Ha – OK, yeah – you got us… Billy brought some edibles over with him, so we’re a little fuzzy still.” He flashed her a dazzling smile, the sort that would leave Chloe panting. “You want some? I think there might still be some le -”

“No!” She interrupted Jack quickly, keen to avoid encouraging him. “Umm, I mean no - thanks though…” Andi laughed, still slightly anxious, not buying the ‘edibles’ story for a second, but looking to escape the dizzying level of attention they were giving her. “Paul in the den?”

“Uh-huh,” Jack answered, taking a slow swig of beer, a knowing smile lingering over his full lips. He really was a good-looking guy… She felt his eyes following her as she made her way between the two men and down the hall to the den.

*

“Hey Billy, could you give us a second?” Andi asked as her husband’s friend looked up from the couch when she walked in. He smiled as he got to his feet, scrubbing a hand though his shaggy blonde hair, taking a moment to nod in Paul’s direction before he left the den. The two of them sharing the same conspiratorial look that she’d seen between Jack and Sal just moments earlier.

What was going on tonight?

“Hi, honey – how was it with Chlo’?” Paul asked, starting to make his way over before he noticed her close the door and gesture for him to stay put. “Everything OK?” He queried, frowning slightly as Andi walked over to take his hand and join him on the big couch that dominated the room.

“What’s going on, babe?” She asked her husband, studying his reaction. “Why’re your friends being weird with me all of a sudden?” She watched his cheeks redden, guilty smile spreading over his features.

“I… Umm… OK, yeah, so I might have told them about what we talked about this morning.” Paul replied, looking at his feet sheepishly.

“That we need more milk? That you’re not sure the Ravens can make the playoffs? What do you mean?”

Andi knew exactly what he meant – she just wanted to see him squirm.

“Umm, no – the other thing. The thing from your dream…”

“Jesus, Paul!” Andi slapped his arm, making him look up in shock - “That was private! Why’d you have to go and tell them about that? Oh, God – I’m so embarrassed…” She went to slap his chest.

They knew!

Andi knew she should be crippled by the shame of this, mortified by the fact his three closest friends knew all about her deviant dream…

But that’s not what she was feeling. What she was feeling was something very different.

Why was she so excited?

“Andi, Andi – OK, wait!” Paul grappled with her, trying to grab her wrists and stop her where she was flailing at his chest and shoulders. “I’m sorry, I just… They dragged it out of me, you know? They could tell I was brooding about something and wouldn’t let up until I told them.”

“And you couldn’t have made something up?” She hissed, suddenly aware his friends had likely heard her outburst, even with the door shut.

“And lie? Come on, you know I’m not good at that, not with them – could you lie to Chloe?” His reply made her relax a fraction, Andi feeling slightly guilty giving him a hard time when she’d been talking to Chloe earlier about this very subject.

“And besides - ” He continued, grip on her wrists softening as she relaxed and let him shuffle closer on the couch. “You know what that dream was really about, don’t you? I mean, it’s pretty obvious when you think about it…”

Andi looked at him, confused. Her anger evaporating as she saw a fevered intensity return to his eyes. The same that had fired her arousal earlier.

*What did he mean, ‘*really about’? What was he trying to say?

Paul sighed, hands over hers where they now lay in her lap, his thumb brushing the bare skin of her thigh in a way that made her tingle and fizz. “Come on, Andi – three clones of me*, really*? It’s not such a stretch to see what your subconscious was trying to express there, is it? – three versions of me? Come on, you know how alike the four of us are…”

Oh shit.

He’s right.

The truth of it hit her like a train. It wasn’t four ‘Pauls’ she wanted. It was Paul and the three near-copies of him she’d grown to love and trust, almost as much as he had. Her desire for him and his friends – that was what her dream had been about.

“Don’t worry, hun,” Paul reassured her, reacting to her shocked expression. “If it’s any consolation, I didn’t work it out either at first – not until Billy explained it -”

“Billy - what?” She erupted again, “You mean, your friends all know that I want - I mean, what my subconscious wants… that? I… Fuck’s sake, Paul – is that why they’re all being so weird with me and complimenting my dress?” Andi groaned, face growing hot with embarrassment, “Paul, sweetie – please tell me they don’t think I’m wearing this to get their attention… Do they?”

Why do you want him to hear him say yes?

She put her head in her hands before he could answer, falling against his chest when he hugged her and stroked her arm.

“Andi, babe – it’s OK… No one’s judging you. In fact, the guys opened up with their own thoughts on the matter – they were all really honest about it.”

She looked up at him, heart suddenly beating harder, heat of embarrassment blending with a deeper surge of warmth between her legs. Her mind was racing – her body reacting.

Paul went on, kind eyes searching her face. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to – we can just ignore this, or park it, or whatever…” His words made her breathless – was he about to say what she thought he was? “…But if you did want to do anything with the four of us… Well, we’re ready when you are…”

 *

Kissing each of them, feeling their hands over her. The scent of them… Heat of their bodies... Stood so close, towering over her.

She felt so little, so helpless. And yet never safer - trusting each of these men completely.

They were being so gentle… Perhaps still reeling from the shock of Paul calling them into the den – Andi nodding enthusiastically when he’d told the group that she wanted to invite them to have a little fun tonight and see where things went.

Sal’s big laugh of disbelief had cut through the awkwardness, striding over to take her in his arms – Andi gasping with anticipation as he held her chin and tilted her face to look up at him. Shyly whispering, “yeah” when he’d grinned and raised his eyebrows to ask to go further. Then feeling his lips on hers, moaning as he’d held her against him.

It hadn’t taken long for the others to join in.

And now Andi was stood in the middle of them, hands moving over chests and arms before sliding lower, helping with buckles, buttons and zips - giving them all a green light to go further.

Sal’s hand was the first to explore below her waist, grabbing her ass, pulling her dress up over wide hips to expose her for the others. She moaned at the pressure from his kneading fingers, big hands now just inches from her pussy. Her pounding clit desperate for pressure, hot ache between her thighs begging to be filled…  The sight of her bare ass seemed to unlock the others, suddenly bolder, more entitled in their movements. Cupping her tits, squeezing. Unzipping her dress, peeling it off her body. Hot kisses pressed against her neck, shoulders, back, breasts….

Then a hand between her legs, gentle and familiar. Paul. Making sure she was ready for what was next… Her wonderful husband needn’t have worried. Andi was beyond turned on… Even a little shocked at just how wet she was – the slickness she could feel against her inner thigh as she parted her legs and let Paul’s fingers tease her.

Looking around at the men around her, Andi asked them to strip off what was left of her clothes, then theirs, eyeing all four as they were revealed to her.

All subtly different; all four toned and taught, but differently proportioned. A mixture of heights and colorings, shapes and sizes. Jack’s physique making her blush, Sal’s towering presence nearly overwhelming, Paul looking smoking hot as always, Billy’s blonde chest hair so soft under her fingers…

She reached for Paul’s cock, stroking him slowly, stunned by how hard he felt In her grip. She searched his face for signs that he was OK with all this – wasn’t having second thoughts? His intense, dark look of longing and slow nod left her in no doubt.

Keeping her eyes on her husband, Andi sank to her knees – feeling like her heart would beat out of her chest. Surrounded, she took her hand from Paul’s dick and reached for Sal’s cock where he was stood alongside. There was a deep groan of pleasure from the big man as her hands closed around the hard heat of his shaft.

Christ... She’d thought Paul was thick… Were they all going to be like this? 

Looking up, she took Sal in her mouth, watching his features crease in ecstasy as she started to blow him. Enjoying the pulsing heat of him against her lips, exploring with her tongue.

She could see Paul and Jack in her peripheral vision, both stroking themselves. Without thinking, Andi reached out, taking over, grasping eagerly for their cocks, one so familiar and perfect, the other slightly longer and thinner, ridged veins firm under her fingers. She’d never felt Paul harder, but Jack seemed to match his excitement. Both throbbing in her grasp, precum dripping from both to coat her fingers while they watched Sal fuck his thick length into her mouth.

She couldn’t see him, but she felt Billy touch her from behind, fingers caressing her ass where she was pushed back on all fours. His touch tracing over her puffy, slick lips. Making her moan with pleasure when he slid two fingers into the raging, wet heat of her eager little hole before he started to circle and tease her clit.

Gasping with need, Andi lifted her head off Sal’s cock just long enough to beg Billy to fuck her. Feeling the two men in her grasp twitch at the neediness in her tone…

She moaned loudly when Billy entered her, enjoying the heavenly stretch from his cock pushing into her aching pussy. Then feeling surprise as he started to go deeper… And deeper… Eyes rolling back when she felt him bottom out, big cock filling her utterly. Fat tip pressed up against a spot in her pussy that was singing his praises. The bearded blonde had been hiding his talents, it seemed. He was huge…

Andi gave a long, low groan as he started to fuck her, intensity of the sensation enough to have her slack-jawed and drooling as Sal fed his cock between her lips once more.

All four seemed to love her reaction, Jack, Paul and Sal taking turns with her mouth as she was fucked deeper than she’d ever experienced by Billy and his incredible cock. The feeling was amazing, a layering pleasure that sparked and bloomed inside Andi with every thrust, each time the bulky tip of his dick made contact with that deep, decadent spot bringing her closer and closer…

Gasping, she pulled back from Paul’s cock – nearly overwhelmed. She couldn’t believe what was happening, suddenly realizing how close she was to cumming over Billy’s cock.

Andi searched Paul’s face, fighting her body – needing to know he was OK before she let go and came apart. Before she gave into the devastating intensity of her orgasm, her first with another man. Desperate for Paul to say yes - free her to enjoy this most incredible pleasure.

Paul smiled and nodded at her, cheeks red, clearly loving every second watching her getting fucked by his hung friend. “Hey, Billy,” He addressed the man holding Andi on the edge of her shattering climax. “Is it OK if she cums on your cock?”

There was a deep chuckle from behind her, and she felt Billy’s fingers dig into the meat of her hips… “You ready, Andi?” He murmured softly – waiting for her nod and little cry of desperate need before he started fucking her again. So much harder now though, every clap from his hips causing her ass to jiggle - each thrust adding to that huge, blissful pressure inside…

The others stood back to watch, stroking themselves before her - eyes fixed on where she was being pounded full of Billy’s amazing dick. Her wails and gasps growing louder and more desperate with every second.

Jack spoke, voice strained as he jerked off to the sight of her getting railed. “You look so fucking good, Andi. I’m so close…”

It released something in her, overcoming her last shred of resistance to the climax waiting to claim her. The thought of each of these men, fixated on her and their desire for her. Wanting her – every part of her. Wanting to give her such pleasure…

Voice rising to a shrill wail, she tried to ask for what she wanted more than anything, screaming as she started to shudder and cum over Billy’s cock, struggling to make the words. “Oh God! Yes! Please, yes - cum on me… Cover me, that’s what I want…”

Then she came apart completely, shaking and groaning each time Billy bottomed out in her soaked cunt - clenching around the big dick still fucking into her. Billy pulling her hair to make her arch back and take every single astonishing inch while her pussy spasmed around his length. Pulling her head back, he forced Andi to push her chest out, breasts heaving with each gasping breath as she prepared to receive Jack’s cum. Hot ropes soon spurting from Jack’s straining, twitching cock to cover her neck and tits.

Still cumming, Andi’s eyes rolled back at the near-endless pleasure flooding through every nerve of her body. Howling and bucking as Billy continued to fuck her through her orgasm, pussy clenching over every inch of him,  a sensation like nothing she’d ever experienced. She opened her eyes to the sight of Sal and Paul’s thick dicks just inches from her face.

Without thinking she opened her mouth…

Moaning loudly as they came over her face, two warm loads soon dripping off her lips and chin. Mouth full of the taste she’d been craving. Then she felt Billy pull out suddenly, shocking ache of emptiness soon replaced with joy as she felt him coat her lower back in hot cum. Resting his still twitching cock on her ass once her was done, weight of his dick making her bite her lip with longing, hoping to experience that stunning fullness again soon.

All of them were left gasping; sighing with pleasure. Andi on her knees, still shaking. Covered in the cum of four men. Not clones of her husband, but pretty much as good as… Better even… She looked up at Paul’s face, smiling as she saw the joy in his eyes – mirroring her own.

*

That next Monday, she sat opposite Chloe in one of their regular haunts, body still tender from the astonishing week of group sex she’d indulged in with Paul and his buddies. Andi smiled as she saw a conspiratorial look come over Chloe’s face, her friend leaning in as soon as they’d found a seat.

“So, Andi… had any more spicy dreams, recently?” Her old friend asked, cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Ha… Not exactly…” She answered with a big grin.

***

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