Payback. With interest.

I had secured the biggest contract ever for my company, so important that my CEO had travelled with me to sign the contract. We were in the bar of our hotel, celebrating.

My boss Ian, some twenty years my senior, leaned back in his chair and said;

"What would make a good day perfect, would be to end it with one of those impaled on my cock."

He indicated the small group of working girls sitting at the bar.

"Pick one for youself son," he continued. "Two if you like. My treat."

I spent a lot of time in hotels, but had never availed myself of this particular facility. I said so. He was genuinely surprised.

"Who's to know?" He asked. "It beats wanking, and if you use a condom, all you're really doing is having her wank you with her cunt."

I had never thought of it like that, he was right, what harm could it do?

Besides, one of the girls, a tasy redhead, was very tempting. I succumbed.

I fucked her twice before sending her on her way and falling asleep exhausted. The next morning, I was awash with remorse. Whichever way I spun it, I had cheated on my wife.

I went down to breakfast at the agreed time, but was almost finished before my boss joined me, looking worse for wear. He had taken the other two girls, he was either the supreme optimist or a super being. From the look of him, it was the former. I asked him if he was okay.

"I think so, my cock feels like it's been filleted. That blonde's got a cunt like a vice and the brunette was not far behind. I feel truly fucked, perhaps I'm getting a bit old for threesomes."

He was driving. We were running late and he tried to make it up on the road. I am not a good passenger and his driving kept my mind off my dillemma. Should I come clean and confess my infidelity to my wife?

We had only been married for a year, but cohabiting for a year before that. Our sex life was exceptional. We both had plenty of experience before we met, but together we just seemed right. Our first ime was a revelation, until then I had followed the, 'Fuck and forget.' philosophy. Roxanne, Roxy, changed that forever.

It was on a Friday night, in my flat. We fucked all night, falling asleep in each others arms. I was ready to go again as soon as I awoke but had run out of condoms. She sucked me off instead. We spent the weekend almost entirely in bed. I left the flat only to replenish my supply of condoms. I had not been with another woman since. Until now.

My job took me away from home and sex with Roxy. Quite often, and every night I was away, we would have 'phone-sex. A poor substitute for the warm, wet embrace of her delectable cunt, but infinitely better than wanking alone. With the 'phone on the empty pillow, we would use words to bring each other to a shuddering climax before finally saying goodnight. Until now.

With a naked redhead in my bed, I could hardly call my wife could I? I had turned the 'phone off. I had called before breakfast from a landline and said that I had lost my 'phone, thinking that it would give me time to think. It was lie number one. And it was eating me.

I was home first. I fixed dinner. She was pleased to see me. Quite often, when I come home, we would fuck first, then eat. But this time I said that the food would spoil. In bed later, she cuddled up to me and slipped her hand around my cock. Despite what was going on in my mind, it responded. I placed my hand over hers and blurted out;

"I've been with someone else!"

"What do you mea…" There was a long pause and then;

"Another woman?"

"Yes. A hooker. At the hotel."

Silence. Then she slipped out of bed and left the room. Ten minutes later I went looking for her, she was curled up on the bed in the spare room, wrapped in a duvet. I asked her to come back to bed, to talk, but she ignored me.

I spent a mainly sleepless night alone, to be woken by the sound of the front door closing. We normally walk to the station together and catch the same train, though rarely sit together, it's too crowded. We don't see each other again until we get home. Except on Fridays. On Fridays I play squash. Roxy spends the evening in a gym and we meet up for the journey home. This was a Thursday.

I phoned several times but she was not answering. I phoned her work but was told that she was unavailable. She arrived home after ten and went straight to bed. In the spare room.

The next day we walked together to the station. Progress. After our respective Friday activities, we met up for the journey home. That night she came to our bed naked, but shrugged off my touches.

"Tell me." She said.

"Nothing to tell. It was Ian's idea, we were drunk. It just happened."

I certainly had been drinking, but I had known what I was doing.

"What was she like?"

"Petite redhead."

"Good tits?"

"Yes. Small, but a good shape."

"Did you kiss her?"

"Yes."

"Did she suck your cock?"

"Yes."

"Did you come in her mouth?"

"No."

"Did you lick her?"

"No."

"How much did she charge?"

"I don't know, Ian paid her."

"Suppose it had been me, suppose I had fucked someone else, how would you feel."

"I don't know. Hurt I suppose, disappointed. Can you forgive me?"

"Possibly. Eventually. Perhaps I should go and sit at a bar and sell myself? In the course of a evening I could do three or four. Get paid and get payback at the same time."

"If that's what it takes." I concluded, reaching for her again.

Again she pushed me away. Instead, she pushed back the duvet and began to masturbate. Legs apart, using her left hand.

I love to watch her wank and she likes me to watch. She likes to watch me too. It usually ended in a spectacular fuck. But this was not for my pleasure, nor hers. This was punishment. She exaggerated her cries and her thrashing when she came. I had a massive hard on, but I did not dare wank. I just took my punishment.

After dinner the next day, she said abruptly;

"I want five."

"Five what?"

"Five men, for my payback. I want five men to fuck me, one after the other. You can watch."

I laughed. A mixture of surprise and disbelief.

"How are you going to arrange that?"

I asked.

"Already arranged," she replied. "I want you to book a hotel room for next Saturday night, a big room, with two big beds, one for the fucking and one for us to sleep in afterwards. The fuck bed will be wet, there will be no condoms used, so there will be spunk everywhere."

She was serious, this was her idea of payback, five for one. When I had recovered from the shock, she explained. She had always fantasised about being gang-banged, but had met me before she could make it real. Now was her chance. She had picked five men from her gym to do the deed.

I shouldn't have been surprised, she was, still is, a very attractive woman. At the gym, a woman on her own would be propositioned continually. All she had to do was stop saying no. But for them to agree to share her? She said that she had made the offer to every man who had ever tried his luck. Only five had been up for it. She would have preferred more!

I booked and paid for the room, she called her five studs to confirm. In bed that night, I tried my luck but she would have none of it.

"The next cock to come inside me, will not be yours," she said. "If you want to be number six when they have finished, you can be."

I brandished my erect cock and said;

"What do I do with this until then?"

"What you should have done instead of fucking a prostitute," she replied. "Think of me while you wank, but think of me being fucked by five strangers."

She rolled onto her back, spread her legs and rubbed her cunt until she came. This time I joined her, wanking until I fired a fountain of pent-up spunk up into the air. Five men. No condoms.

We arrived early at the hotel and asked to leave our bag, then we went our separate ways, her to the shops and me? Well I fed the ducks in St. James' park, killing time for the main event, suspense killing me.

I returned to the hotel about four to find that Roxy had already booked in. The room was quite large and contained two king sized beds. It had cost me a fortune. Bags from expensive ladies shops covered both beds. Roxy was in a towelling robe.

We dined early, Roxy in her new clothes making me feel quite shabby. She looked stunning. Only she and I knew that beneath the sexy dress were even sexier undies, also new. We adjourned to the lounge, where we to meet the five. I was a little surprised, I expected five Greek gods. These specimens were chosen for their physique rather than their looks, it looked like a bouncer's convention.

Roxy had choreographed the whole thing, she and I left first and went to the room, the five followed singly. We did not want to draw attention, to have anybody wondering why seven people were heading for one room. But I suppose that provided the bill was paid and the room not wrecked, who cared?

Roxy disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me to open the door to her ravagers to be. They stripped naked except for their undershorts. I was horrified. All of these muscled marauders had either tattoos, piercings or both. Roxy knows full well that I hate both. I was really being tortured.

Two were black, two white and the other some sort of mix between the two. Within seconds the room reeked of testosterone, or at least, sweat. Roxy emerged. She had re-done her make up, opting for brazen. Bright red lipstick, heavy mascara and eyeshadow. Her hair was down. She was also just in underwear, if you could call it that. Just a suspender belt supporting lacy topped black stockings. Plus of course, impossibly high heels. All new and different from what she had worn for dinner. Her nipples were fiercly erect.

She went into presentation mode and again, it was intended to make me squirm.

"Just to remind you guys, you each fuck me in turn, missionary position. You come inside me. There will be no cleanup, number two will get sloppy seconds, number three, sloppy thirds and so on until you've all fucked me. If there is enough left for a second helping, you get to choose how, any position and in the hole of your choice. No holes barred. Who's going to be first?"

They looked at each other and hesitated. Roxy laughed.

"Okay," she said. " Let's see what you've got. I'll choose."

Five erect, or nearly so, cocks joined the party. I gasped. Not that there was anything spectacular, but because I don't think that had taken a breath since Roxy had walked in. She may have already auditioned all five, but if she had been expecting the black men to have huge cocks, she would be disapointed. The biggest cock in the room, by a long way, was white. Not mine, it belonged to probably the oldest man there.

Roxy moved among them, inspecting the goods, kissing them. I think he kissing hurt me more than what followed. They in turn, fondled her fine tits and arse-cheeks. She sat down at the end of the bed, pointed to Mr Big and said simply;

"You."

He stepped forwards, Roxy delicately fook his cock detween her fingers and peeled back his foreskin revealing the stretched, shining skin of his glans. Looking straight into his eyes, she slipped her bright red lips over his tip. He really was big.

I would like to go on record that I didn't actually measure any of them, but I was able to judge relative dimensions by my wife's small hands. And her mouth. This one was stretching that mouth.

For such a powerfully built man, he was surprisingly gentle. He held her head gently as she bobbed up and down his stalk, alternately reaching down to cup a tit or roll nipple between his fingers. He had good self control, Roxy sucks well. It was she who called a halt, letting the thick plug slip for her lips with a loud 'plop'.

She pushed herself back to the centre of the bed and lay back, raising her knees and spreading her legs into that impossibly wide, frog-on-its-back position. Ready for fucking. From where I stood, I could see her moisture shining on the outer lips of her cunt. Mr Big shuffled forward between her thighs and gently peeled apart the lips with his thumbs, revealing the dark pink inner petals.

He leaned down and placed a kiss at her apex. Her body jerked slightly then reared up as he began to lick her. She hadn't expected that. She laid back again to enjoy it, her eyes were now on me. My cock was bursting. And trapped uncomfortably in my pants. I realised that I was the only one still clothed. My balls were blue. They felt swollen, they ached for release. I had made the mistake of abstaining for the previous two days, now it felt like I was going to erupt spontaneously. Without relinquishing my vantage point at the bottom corner of the bed, I stripped off my clothes allowing my erection to spring free.

It had company, there were two studs on each side of the bed, watching, wanking, waiting their turn. Roxy shuddered into a climax. Mr Big positioned himself above her and guided his cudgel of a cock to her entrance, slipping easily into the well lubricated sheath. He entered to the hilt in a single smooth thrust. Roxy groaned as he stretched her.

Her legs came up to enfold him. He started with slow, deep thrusts, building speed as he went. Then he stopped, gave a couple of deep strokes then stopped again. His arse cheeks clenched as he pumped his spunk deep inside her. One down, four to go.

He remained inside for a few seconds, then withdrew, cock still erect, gleaming with their mixed juices. A creamy tear leaked from Roxy's gape to disapear down her bum cleft. Then number two took his place. He was one of the black guys, he had two heavy gold chains around his neck, a gold tooth, and one gold earing. No tattoos. Muscle on muscle, his dark skin had a sheen as though he had been oiled. His head was shaved but he had a stubbly beard. A brute of a man. In short, to my eyes at least, an ugly bastard.

He leaned forward and kissed Roxy on the mouth then sucked each stiff nipple in turn. His cock, shorter than number one but as thick, hovering over Roxy, who felt impatiently for it and fed it into herself. My heart stopped as his thick, dark meat penetrated her very pale body. He fucked hard and fast supporting his considerable weight on his arms and his parted knees. I could see his stalk ramming powerfully into Roxy's cunt. His pounding displaced the cum inside, frothing it around his root and her stretched cunt lips. He roared when he came, stabbing wildly at his target.

Mr Bling moved away. Now the dribble of spunk from my wife's cunt had become a trickle. Next up was the mixed race man. He was the most decorated of all, a row of rings in each eyebrow and each ear, tattoos all over. Ugh! He was more lightly built than the previous two, more athete than weight-lifter, but still muscular.

His cock was quite thin, which made it look longer than it actually was. It entered Roxy without resistance. He also fucked hard and fast, somehow finding enough friction in the stretched slippery sleeve of my wife's cunt. He came and went.

Roxy's genital area was beginning to look boggy, a damp patch was spreading on the sheet under her arse. Number four was stocky, black and owned an average sized circumcised cock. His tattoos were limited to his arms and shoulders. Without any preamble he shoved his tool into Roxy.

He lasted the longest, I think that he was having difficulty coming. He began to sweat profusely, drips falling onto Roxy's body. She seemed to sense that he had a problem and encouraged him;

"Ram that big cock into my cunt, fuck me, harder, deeper. That's it, I'm coming!"

She wasn't, but it did the trick for him. His orgasmic cry was as much relief as release.

At last, the last. Number five could have been the twin of number four, similar height, similar build, similar tattoos. At least in their location if not their design. His cock was also about average, but uncircumcised. And of course, white. Like the rest of him. He took his position without fuss, gave sex-toy Roxy a firm, cotrolled fucking and came easily and quietly.

It was over. But it wasn't, the first round was, the missionary times five, but Roxy had promised freestyle for anybody who could keep it up. And all except the last comer were up, very up. Mr Bling claimed seconds first, he told Roxy to move over, lay beside her and told her to suck him. She went on all fours and sucked him into her mouth.

Her arse swayed invitingly. It was shining wet from five helpings of fuck-fuel. Tattooed man accepted the invitation, slipping into her cunt from a new angle. His thrusts were transmitted to Mr Blings cock through Roxy's body, via her mouth. Mr Bling told her to stop sucking and to get astride him and impale herself on his cock. Tatooed man was obliged to yield his prize.

Instead, once Roxy was mounted, Tattooed man spoke softly to Mr Bling, who nodded his agreement. Tattooed man reached for the dispenser of lubricant from the bedside cupboard. I realised with horror that they were intending to D.P. her.

Roxy quite likes anal providing she has the right level of arousal and plenty of lube. She would accomodate Tattoed man's slim cock easily, but never having experienced D.P, I had no idea how much a thick cock in the adjacent hole would restrict access. Mr Bling stopped his movements while Tattooed man attepted entry. After a couple of attempts he managed to breach the tight valve and lodge his tip inside her.

She screamed loudly as his thin probe was worked inside the taboo hole, but not for him to stop . He succeeded in getting all of it in and started his movements, Mr Bling tried to time his thusts to suit. Tattooed man could not maintain entry and slipped out several times. You could see the frustration on his face. Mr Bling obligingly paused until he re-entered, but each time he thrust, his co-fucker was dislodged.

During one of the pauses, Mr Big offered his truncheon to Roxy's mouth, she accepted it, three holes plugged! Her crys were reduced to muffled grunts. Tatooed man gave up, wiped the gunge from his still hard cock with a handful of tissues and waited his turn.

Those of us not occupying a hole, me, numbers four and five and now Tatooed man, were wanking furiously. They were building up pressure for a second coming, I for my first. I had given up trying to hold it, I needed to come, but sod's law was operating and I couldn't.

Mr Big yielded Roxy's mouth and Tattooed man quickly replaced him. He came almost instantly, surprising Roxy who coughed him out, his subsequent spurts hitting her lower face. Mr Bling pulled out, I don't think he had come. Number four moved behind her, she was still astride Mr Bling, both cunt and arse gaped wetly. Number four tried his luck sodomising her and succeeded. Mr Bling held Roxy in place while number four buggered her vigorousy, coming quickly.

This was the guy who had difficulty coming first time round, perhaps he was an arse man, he had no trouble this time, thick creamy cum oozed from the plundered hole.

Roxy rolled away, panting, chest heaving. Would she call a halt? Not a chance, she was determined to out-fuck them all. Mr Bling knelt on the bed and lifted her legs up, shuffling forward until he was close enough to enter her. Roxy caught on on guided his cock into her cunt, he began to fuck her in the position sometimes known as the eagle. One of my favourites because I can watch her tits bounce to my thusts. On this occasion there were six of us watching them bounce. It was too much for Number Five, he stood close to the edge of the bed and brough thimself off, shooting his generous load onto Roxy's tits.

It was all Mr Bling needed, he grunted as he pumped his second contribution into Roxy. There was a lull, was it finished? Mr Big, who since his first come had remained a spectator, stepped forward. He lifted Roxys head so that his cock pointed to her face and said softly;

"Close your eyes."

His first spurt hit Roxy on the bridge of her nose, he painted her entire face with the rest.

Now it was over. The bed was soaked, Roxy's body was covered with sweat and spunk, her hair was wet, her lipstick was smeared, mascara ran down one cheek. But to me, she still looked beautiful. Debauched, sated, but still beautiful. She rolled onto her side and curled into a ball, I covered her with a duvet.

The studs were already leaving, not a word was spoken. Last to leave was Mr Big. He nodded goodbye. Roxy's muffled voice came from beneath the duvet;

"Have they gone?"

I said that they had. She pushed the duvet away and spread her legs.

"Are you man enough to reclaim what's yours and have the last dance."

I was. I turned her onto all fours and fucked her from behind, coming quickly and powerfully. Then we showered, together. I washed her soiled body gently and thoroughly, washing away the stain of the others. We slept in the other bed, naked. She turned away from me and said;

"Hold me."

I wrapped my arms around her protectively, but my cock had other ideas. She pushed her bum back against me, reached between her legs and fed me inside her. I came again. We were back.

She didn't return to the gym. How could she? As far as I'm aware, she never saw any of the five again. Our relationship was never as good as it was, there was always that sneaking doubt.

I had learned my lesson, next I was away from home I restricted myself to solo sex.

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