My wife is 5'4" / 164 cm and built like a Ukrainian gymnast. In fact, it was her hard, round ass that first made my cock stir those 25 years ago when I first saw her. She's also a beauty. A babe. And now, in her 40s, a certified eastern European MILF.

Our sex life is enviable: never less than twice per night. Which, I admit, as I get older makes me think I need to find ways to get more sleep. Still, the fucking is ball-draining.

It wasn't much of a surprise then, when, about a dozen years ago when she admitted she wanted more. "Not bored" she said, "I just wonder what it would feel like to make two or three men cum."

Thus began our ventures into swinging. She is small, as I've said. Narrow hips, small breasts, but a swimmer's V-back and a downhill skier's thighs and that gorgeous, tight, round butt.

Living in eastern Europe, it wasn't hard to find a swinger's group (Slavs LOVE to fuck) and after an initial, formal 'get to know ya' deal, we went to our first 'intimate meeting'.

Two or three men? She made six men empty their balls that night - two of them twice, including me. Don't worry, I fucked every girl there, one of them three times. But it was once we got home that the real action started. My wife admitted two things to me: she loved the sight of all those hard cocks in one place; and, she loved having power over all those men. And it's true, they were powerless. Balls deep in a woman as fit and gorgeous as my Anya, I've seen over the years, very few men - try as they might, thinking about baseball or their aged grandmothers - be able to hold their loads for long. Their faces scrunch up and my wife just smiles as she feels their seed hit home.

Anyway, coming home just put us straight into bed where we fucked for the best part of the next day-and-a-half. Stopping only for water breaks. Thirsty work fucking for two days straight.

Yeah, she liked the power, but the thing she didn't like about the big, group swing was that, other than me, no man seemed interested in making her cum. And she wanted that - maybe a fling, maybe a threesome or a group, with a man who would be able to do more than just slather her in cum. She wanted a man who could make her scream. "But he has to have good teeth, a hard butt, and a cock like yours, bigger or smaller, but not too small."

So, how am I supposed to know when a cock is "too small"? But I've always been lucky - in love, in finance, in adventure - and it wasn't a couple of days that I was at the gym with Vlad, an acquaintance from work. I'd known him for a while but during our post-workout shower I noticed he had the required "hard butt", a nice smile, and a good thick slab of cock. "Let's have drinks Friday", I asked. He was up for it.

Come Friday, we walked from work to a great little pub close to my home. I told him my wife had had a tough week at work and he should just go with the flow if she got a few drinks in her.

The place was packed when we arrived but Anya was waiting for us at a corner table, our pints ordered and white wine for herself already at the table. She had a sporty form-fitting dress that really did justice to her ass, and the first time she got up to go to "the powder room", I could see Vlad's appreciative glance as he watched her move from the table. "Sorry if this is rude, but how old is she?" "45 going on 22" I told him.

One beer became two became five, one glass of wine became too many to count. There was music, laughter, flirty jokes, a hand on his thigh and when the corner band went into a good mid-tempo dance tune, Vlad asked if he could dance with Anya. She had found her mark and on the dance floor they ground together too close and I watched as she slipped her had down between his legs and squeezed what she found there.

10 seconds later and she was back at the table, Vlad in tow, saying "let's go home" with a look in her eye I had never seen before. Vlad, whether he knew he wanted it at that moment or not, was about to have his balls drained.

A quick, quiet 500 yards home. Inside, she dropped her coat and went into the bathroom. "You boys go sit on the couch" not so much a request as an order.

I dimmed the lights, put on some slow blues - Anya loves to fuck to the blues - perhaps the best fucking music outside "Kashmir" by Zep - and got Vlad and myself a small glass of whisky. We settled on the couch with no pretense and with a nice, safe distance between us. You know, in case anyone else would want to sit there.

I heard the shower briefly and then Anya came out wearing her plush bathrobe, unbelted. A glimpse of her thighs, her hard abs, visible with each step. She walked up, bent over slightly, put a hand on each of our crotches and got straight to the point: "take 'em out, boys."

Vlad was stunned for all of a second-and-a-half but soon was working at his belt and his fly. Anya stood between us, staring, hands on her hips, her neat little landing strip and the top rise of her pink pussy visible to whoever wanted a look. Which was both of us.

Vlad's cock popped free of his shorts. Cock, however, is not enough word. He's got a work of art, a thick, heavily veined piece of marble with a slight upward bend. Circumcised, with a cockhead like a small, purple apple and the first drop of pre-cum giving away his intentions, his balls pulled up tight and that fat eight inches of sausage throbbed and jumped as it lay against his lower abs.

I don't know if it was fear, excitement, intimidation or all of the above, but my meat came out of my pants not ready to the task ahead. My cock lay thick but soft, the only thought that excited me was that Vlad's would be her first circumcised dick. And whatever else happened that night, it would be a chance for Anya to compare.

She knelt and went to work. She took us each in a hand - Vlad on her left, me on her right - and leaned in. Whether she sensed it or not, watching Anya suck another man's cock at that orgy had made me as hard as stone, and appropriately she went first for Vlad. She bent in and licked the clear drop from his tip and gave him a smoldering look and the words "god, you have a gorgeous cock" - and after dragging her tongue from ball sack to the tip, she turned to me. No doubt, any more attention and Vlad would have sent his load directly onto his belly - definitely NOT where Anya wanted it.

My cock had stiffened significantly watching her toy with Vlad and she leaned up and in to give me an appreciative kiss, letting me taste the salty brine of Vlad's pre-cum on her lips. She bent in and took my left ball into her mouth, sucking hard and stroking my shaft. She moved to my right ball, and then quickly began to slather my shaft with her tongue, pulled back the foreskin and rimmed my head with her hard tongue until I nearly choked.

And then she was back on Vlad, sucking hard and wet. The man was moaning as if in pain, and having sent a lake's-worth of cum down Anya's throat over the years, I knew exactly how powerless he felt. I also knew his night was just beginning.

"Up, boys! Stand!" and we obeyed. She knelt and moved between us, now slurping up Vlad then turning from him and swallowing my slick head and shaft. She kept on - though it couldn't have been too long - the sight of my beauty with two fat cocks, one in each hand, slapping our plum heads against her cheeks, going into a slight crouch and rubbing the slits of our cockheads against her nipples and finally, in an experience I'd never had, stuffing us both - it was too big! no way could she fit all that cock in her mouth! - but she did, her head moving rapidly, bringing us close, so close.

And then she kneeled again and stroking our shafts furiously started with her irresistable whore talk: "I want your cum! Paint me. Fill me up with your sticky, white sperm. Who's got the most?"

Vlad lost it first, spraying her face but she quickly closed in and I watched as thick rope after thick rope plastered my wife's tongue and lips. Mid-Vlad-spray and I started to pump out my own load and painted the right side of her face and watched it drip down her cheeks and chin onto her firm tits.

We boys had barely caught our breath when her hand was back on Vlad's pulsing cock and with one swift movement she had dropped back into the couch and spread her legs and commanded him "fuck me with that!"

He looked at me as if to ask "really?" and I just nodded and smiled and said "lady's choice". And he lay on my wife and I saw her reach and grip his slippery shaft and slide the head between her cunt lips. "Now fuck me hard!" she said and he started pumping. Anya reached around and grabbed his cyclist's ass, thick with muscle, pulling him in as deep as he could go.

I watched and stroked my cock as they fucked like that for a few minutes, and then Anya put a hand on Vlad's shoulder and shoved him up and told him to lie on his back. He lay back and his throbbing rod bounced, hard as stone, pointing straight back at his belly and dripping with my Anya's pussy slime. Anya threw a leg over and turned around and presented him with her gorgeous, round ass. With a steady had she grabbed Vlad's bent cock and began rubbing the tip of his head on her wet quim.

She wanted one thing: to cum on another man's cock. The only question was could Vlad last?

She slid down his shaft and began rocking that perfect peach over his shaft reverse cowboy. I could only imagine how it looked, his thick meat spreading my wife's pink pussy lips. Imagine, because her next order was for me. "I need another cock" she moaned and reached for my rod, still stiff after her double blow-job. She pulled me and leaned in and began to suck me off. I could feel the vibrations of her moans as my friend lay powerless, bewitched - Vlad was no Impaler, he was being impaled - by my wife's hot cunt. The Fucker had become the Fucked.

She was getting close, the signs were all there. Her nipples were tight and hard and despite the heat in the room generated by our fucking, Anya had goosebumps all over her supple breasts. As soon as those nipples went soft and puffy again I knew she would soon be cumming - and this, I wanted to see.

She rocked back and forth on Vlad's cock. He gripped her ass with both hands and when she asked him to slip a finger into her ass he obeyed and then she really started to moan. I could see it building - her nipples softening, her cheeks going from pink to red, her face concentrating as she squeezed her eyes shut. And I knew at that same moment she would be squeezing her cunt, tightening the noose around Vlad's cock and he would be powerless to resist.

And then she moaned. It started out small, just a squeak, and rose high into her throat and hips began to jerk and she came and screamed "don't stop! Fuck me! Fuck me! Put your seed in me!" and that was when Vlad lost it and I saw his muscular thighs tighten and he pulled Anya's hips and ass as if trying to weld himself into the grip of my wife's dripping snatch and he let out a loud bark as he sent a second load in these 20 minutes into my wife - but this one into her burning, quivering cunt.

It was more than enough for me and I splattered my wife with heavy, watery batch that slimed her face and her tits. My balls aching but with drops still cumming, she took me into her hand and began to suck on my cockhead. She carefully lifted herself off my friend and I heard a loud "plop" as his cock popped out of her. She reached down and caught some of the dripping load in her hand and lifted it and rubbed it on her sticky titties.

She continued to suck me, keeping me stiff, if sore, and then she did the thing that had been in her mind all this night: she shoved me down on the couch and deftly sat on my stiff cock. My head, shaft and balls were now dripping with the mixture of my wife's juice and Vlad's sperm. She rocked on my lap, kissing me and feeding me her jizz-slopped breasts, moving slow, squeezing me, and before too long, with no drama, she came, shuddering in my arms, her cunt twitching, and then putting her head on my shoulder, she rested.

Vlad and I would take turns that night licking Anya, 69-ing with her, fingering her, and letting her lose herself in a world where there was always a hard cock nearby, always another orgasm, always another hot rope of cum to coax out of a lover's balls.