In my early 40s my husband (m51) and I began to explore polyamory and swinging, mostly together but sometimes separately. We had always been kinky and within that both switches but not long into this new journey I recognized what a submissive slut I truly am. This was great for him too as he really began to embrace his dom side. Our sex life had never been anything but great but now it was out of this world.

But after a few years and a couple of bad experiences we more or less stopped exploring poly. Yet me getting gangfucked, shared, treated like a whore remained a constant part of our dirty talk and we both always got incredibly turned on by the thought.

One of the social groups in our circle, which extends far beyond those members with which we are close, is a particularly bawdy group, and many of the members are poly/enm and/or swingers and/or queer, with a particularly good proportion of the women identifying as bi/pan, as I do.

As my 46th birthday approached, hubby and I found ourselves more and more excited at the idea of throwing a party where I would be the center of attention. We put out feelers to members of the group who we thought might be interested in participating in a gangbang/orgy type situation, and let them know to pass it on to others that we might not be too familiar with.

We scheduled the party to coincide with one of the groups’ regular social events (this is a not a sex-oriented group at all, just as mentioned a rather bawdy collection of folx) and had received a few enthusiastic responses from friends and acquaintances (4 guys and 2 gals), although admittedly less than I had secretly hoped for. As the day’s events transitioned to the afterparty (which we were hosting) I began to get more and more excited. My pussy was wet with anticipation although I didn’t really know what to expect or even how to transition the whole thing from a regular party to me getting gangbanged. But as I mingled I began to realize that of the thirty or so people who’d wound up at our place, almost every one that I knew (maybe 20 of the 30) was poly/enm/a swinger, and all the women but one were bi. I wasn’t sure about the other ten I didn’t know particularly well but I began to suspect given the looks I was constantly getting and the more-than-friendly touches I was receiving as I mingled.

After an hour or so I could hardly stand the tension anymore. I caught hubby in a quiet corner and whispered to him that I needed this to get started before I lost my nerve. My heart was pounding and I had the biggest lady boner when he stepped to the center of the room and called everyone to gather around.

“As I think you all know, this isn’t just a regular afterparty, it’s also Kari’s birthday. And you’re all here to celebrate with her in a very special way!” Cheers and applause as I stepped put of the circle to join hubby. I was flushing from all the attention. “You’ve all agreed to be part of this celebration. Babe, I know you were a little disappointed with the responses but what you didn’t know is that Chris [one of my best friends from the group although not a swinger himself] and I worked really hard to keep the real count a secret. Everyone involved has been screened for STIs, Chris and I have seen all the results, everyone is clean. Which means you can get all the cock, all the pussy, and all the cum you so richly deserve.” More applause. OMG I was so wet by this point. “Now as many of you know,” he went on, “Kari is a genuine submissive. She loves to get ordered around, she loves it rough, she loves spanking, basically she is the perfect little slut.” At this point he ordered me to undress. I hesitated for a few seconds, unsure of myself, at which point he smacked my ass hard and repeated the command. In a few seconds I was naked. He laid out the groundrules: Any hole was fair game, guys could cum anywhere they wanted except on my face (I hate cum in my eyes), I was open to all my holes being used at once, my safeword was Saskatchewan, and hubby and Chris (who would serve as spotter) could also use the safeword if they saw anything unsafe. Everyone agreed and before I knew it, a guy named Marco grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock into my mouth. Hubby has a good-sized cock and I can deepthroat him very well; Marco was even bigger but I was so turned on I just went to town on him. I felt a hand on the back of my head while another grabbed one of my tits and squeezed; both hands belonged to Marco’s wife Tina. I could see a half dozen other men now gathering around me, cocks in hand, and began to gobble Marco’s delicious rod with abandon while Tina pinched my pierced nipples. (to be continued)