Where did we leave off? I believe it was around the time when my cock was in Katie’s mouth.

Yeah! That’s it! Enticingly luscious, flame-haired, Katie! Alabaster and pink skin. Freckles galore, and perfectly perfumed Katie. Mmm…

I recall that my left hand was lodged in her fiery scarlet locks. Her golden highlights slid through my fingers as her savoring tongue swirled around the tip of my penis. That’s as good a point as any to launch into this next phase of our adventure.

I’d not yet spoken a single word with the woman now sucking my dick, but her husband, Tom, had just politely introduced himself while she was getting railed by some random guy. As I shook Tom’s hand, my own wife, Aisha, was on her hands and knees. She had some other random guy’s cock exploring her pussy’s depths from behind.

If it sounds crazy, you don’t know the half of it. We were all busy competing in “Pussy of the Year,” a bareback, hotwife, penetrative vaginal intercourse contest. Our wives’ fuck skills, kink, and visible lust were being evaluated by a seasoned team of judges, all in front of a massive crowd of ticketholders.

Twelve women were competing, and all but one had their willing male partners by their sides. The one contestant who didn’t have a spare cock in tow was in a same-sex marriage, and her lovely wife was by her side, but they were on the other side of the arena, so I unfortunately couldn’t see how they were faring. The contest’s written rules stated that contestants could bring a “male companion for support,” but the moderators made an allowance for this non-hetero couple, which was only fair.

But otherwise, the structure of Pussy of the Year was fastidiously rigid, for the sake of safety and equity. The rules aimed to level the playing field, focusing on sexual stamina, creativity, and committed total engagement rather than awarding points to physical attributes. The few couples that weren’t as overtly alluring as the others were welcomed as warmly as anybody else.

In addition to strict rules and a stringently thought-out contest design, methodically executed testing requirements ensured that the bareback, skin-in-skin, raw cock factor was safe. For all of us in the arena, Pussy of the Year was a rare opportunity to totally let loose.

Before the contest began, we got to know two of the other competing couples: Darius and Zuri, and Eita and Kiku. Our new friends were as fun and friendly as they were sexy and hot, so it’s no wonder that we did a test run of our fuck parts this morning.

Darius fucked my wife and Eita fucked Zuri, giving their pussies a total cum-dousing. I fucked both Zuri and Kiku, but I sprayed my load all over Zuri’s pussy. Darius had yet to push his cock into Kiku’s vagina, and Eita hadn’t yet put his penis inside of my wife, but we vowed to remedy that deficit as soon as possible.

The day before the contest, during registration, Aisha and I sized up the competition. Besides Zuri, Darius, Kiku and Eita, who were solidly in the “yes, please!” category, we counted five other couples as fuckable…some more so than others. But Katie and Tom slid under our radars. We came to see that this was intentional, and it made a flamboyant, sexy reveal for them.

Tom arrived at the check-in site unshaven and unkempt, with ratty, old clothes. Honestly, he looked like a fucking dirtbag. Katie looked a little better, but not much, and Aisha and I wondered if an addicted pair was in our mix. Her hair was flat, dull, and desperately in need of washing. She wore an old, stained, baggy, grey sweatsuit, and was sans makeup. They kept a low profile, and didn’t engage with any of the competition when we were given a chance to mix. Aisha and I certainly noticed them, but to be frank, all that we saw was a pair to be politely avoided.

But when we boarded the bus, they were the last pair, and they pleasantly shocked everyone. Tom shaved, and Katie had expertly cut and styled his now-sleek hair. He wore a tailored, high-end solid shirt, topped with a linen blazer accentuated by a silken, absolutely beautiful, patterned scarf. The man went from dirtbag to fine as fuck overnight, and Aisha certainly noticed him with unmistakable approval, gripping my cock and balls as Tom ascended into the shuttle.

Katie followed him, and she immediately jumped to the top of my “to do” list. Her mid-length, auburn hair shone and was impeccably curled. She wore a natural, embroidered tunic that matched perfectly with her tight jeans that hugged her luscious hips and backside.

Katie also used makeup perfectly. She was minimalistic, using well-measured shades to highlight her natural allure. Where Aisha, Kiku, and Zuri have classic beauty, Katie’s charm could best be described as “irresistible cuteness.”

As luck would have it, Katie and Tom were one of the couples competing next to us. Eita and Kiku were on our other side, so we were flanked by hotness, and it was kinky heaven.

After Tom and I formally met, I suggested we switch spots to offer new cocks for our spouses' mouths. Aisha gleefully grabbed Tom by the dick, brought it to her face, and wrapped her lips around his cockhead. As Aisha sucked Tom’s dick, Suitor 27 was sliding his penis into and out of her pussy.

I was immensely pleased to trade spots with Tom and plant my cock in Katie’s eagerly open mouth. She was on her back, legs open, and her perfect auburn pussy’s pink flesh was open for business. One of the registered suitors had just pumped his sperm into her vagina, and her next suitor was now joyously siding his penis into and out of her freshly creamed fuck slot.

Looking over, I was soon treated to the sight of Suitor 27 pulling his hard dick out of my wife’s pussy. They quickly repositioned, him stroking his wet cock, and he sprayed his surprisingly voluminous store of cum all over her tits. His was the second cock of the evening that Aisha brought to a climax. The first unloaded on her open pussy’s flesh, painting her entire fuck zone with his semen, which was still fresh and glistening from his cum.

Suitor 27 stumbled off, and Tom took his place, using the tip of his cock to wetly smear Number 27’s cum on Aisha’s nipples. It was at this moment that I saw my wife’s next suitor approach her platform. Of all suitors, Anton, now known as “Number 32” was the one that Aisha most hoped would be assigned to her. And here he was, in the flesh. All flesh.

My sweet, brilliant, and wantonly free partner in crime broke the ice, yelling out loudly as her next fuck-toy approached, “Oh fuck yeah! I was hoping I’d get to fuck you from the moment I decided to do this contest!”

Tall, muscular, and handsome with dark, ebony skin, Anton was smiling and nodding in absolute joy at his good fortune to be assigned to the radiantly sexy woman in front of him. He stepped up next to her platform, stroking his long and thick, jet black cock. Aisha’s milk chocolate brown skin shone, and her airbrushed Puerto Rican flag adorning her tits told him exactly where his assigned pussy hailed from.

Aisha, sitting on the edge of her padded platform, returned his smile with a lustful expression and opened her legs widely, giving him an unobstructed view of the hot, glistening-wet cunt that his dick would have the pleasure of entering.

Tom was still using the tip and underside of his penis to smear Number 27’s cum into my wife’s tits. He’d seen how our arrangement worked, and said to Number 32, “Spin the wheels, and let’s hope they land where you both want.”

Tom then returned to Katie’s side and put his dick in her mouth. His eyes fixed on her vagina slurping down some random man’s cock. I returned to Aisha, dick in stroking hand, as Number 37 gave a spin to each wheel…

3. Aisha’s third suitor (Number 32):

·         First spin: reverse cowgirl

·         Second spin: Aisha’s choice

·         Total elapsed penetration time: five minutes exactly

When the second wheel’s needle stopped, Aisha said to Number 32, “I know your name’s Anton. Of everyone here, you’re the one I was hoping for the most. I’ve been fantasizing about your beautiful cock inside me for the past six weeks!”

Seeing him in the flesh, I had to admit his cock was beautiful. His well-veined, erect penis had a flawless shape, with a slight upward arc. The head was shaped perfectly, and had a nice visible flare. He looked to be nearly seven inches, and had a perfectly proportioned girth…not too thick, but in perfect measure to his length.

I snapped back to attention and yelled to Number 32, “Yeah! She’s not lyin’! We have pictures of you and your cock in our sex room. My girl here’s hit her peak many times while looking at your dick. We’re seriously lucky she got paired with you. Now, if you would, please…do your thing and let my wife sit on your cock! You’re gonna love every second that your dick feels her pussy’s squeeze!”

I’d scrambled on top of the platform and was kneeling behind my wife, smiling and looking at Number 32 squarely in the eyes, uttering my smut-talk with total truth and commitment. As I said these words, I reached around and, with my fingers, spread her outer lips widely. Number 32 peered at what I revealed, and his mouth and eyes were opened wide in shock and awe.

The man scheduled to fuck my wife beheld her bulging, engorged clitoris and delicate, brown inner lips. With the tips of my fingers, I gently splayed them outwards, revealing her fuck hole. It’s rimmed in brown flesh, but quickly gives way to pink. I couldn’t see her do it, but we’d practiced this at home, knowing moments like this would come. I knew by the look on his face that Aisha was using her muscles to make the entrance to her cunt visibly pulse.

We all knew where we were and what we were doing. This was a hotwife, cunt-fucking contest. But still, Number 32 looked at me in seemingly disbelief that a husband would offer his insanely beautiful and luscious wife so freely. I guessed his thoughts and said, “She’s the love of my life, and I’ll give her everything and anything she wants. We let go of jealousy ages ago. She wants a ribeye steak? I’m going to the butcher. She wants a week in Paris? I ‘m buying plane tickets. She wants to feel a new man inside her? I’ll make it happen.”

Number 32 quickly got his head back in the game, and he cracked a massive smile. Holding my fixed gaze, he told me directly, “I fucking like the way you think, man! Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got your lovely lady to tend to.”

Number 32 then looked down at Aisha’s radiant face. She’d slipped off the platform and was now standing next to him. She grabbed his erect penis, softly squeezing and stroking it, and said, “Okay handsome, lie down on the platform. Reverse cowgirl it is. You mind if my husband grabs your cock to guide it inside me?”

The man whose penis was about to enter my wife’s vagina told her, as he lay down on the platform, feet facing the crowd, “Fine by me! This is your show. But I gotta know…the second wheel said your choice. Where you want it?”

Aisha replied, loudly as to be clearly heard above the tumult of the spectacle, “I want your cum in my cunt! That’s what I want!”

Anton let out with, “Aw, fuck yeah!” as he spread his arms out and gave himself over to be my wife’s newest fuck toy. Aisha bounded onto the platform and stood, totally nude and upright, facing the crowd. She planted her feet flanking his hips, and raised her head and outstretched her arms in visible triumph, surveying the massive and raucous throng that was there to watch women fuck.

After drinking in the crowd’s anticipation, my wife, with her tits and pussy coated in cum, screamed out as loudly as her voice could give, “Y’all wanna see me fuck this cock?”

The response was deafening…shouting, hooting, whistling…the people here to see a hardcore, live sex contest were in the perfect spot. Aisha fed on their fervor, and again screamed out, “Okay! I’ll fuck him! Now…watch as my husband puts this hard dick into my pussy!”

I was totally there for my wife, and elated to play my part. I dunked my whole hand in the bowl of lube. With a slickened grip, I wrapped my hand around Number 32’s hard shaft. I stroked his dick with a few swipes, mostly to smear his entire fuck rod with lube for my wife’s pleasure, but also to feel the fleshy meat that would soon enter my wife’s vagina.

I firmly held the base of his penis so that his cock was upright, tip pointing to the ceiling, I glimpsed Eita and Kiku next to us. Kiku was lying face up on top of her suitor. His dick was inside her pussy, with Eita sucking on Kiku’s clit as her suitor’s penis was sliding into and out of his wife’s fuck hole. I noticed that Kiku’s head turned to the side, and she was watching me hold this new man’s dick steady so that my wife could fuck it.

But my attention immediately returned to my task. I slid my hand slightly upwards, now holding Number 32’s cock mid-shaft. I held it steady and upright as Aisha’s knees bent, and she began to lower her whole upper body. I looked up at her face, and we locked eyes. Aisha briefly paused her descent and smiled at me, knowing how much I love seeing cocks enter her for the first time.

But this time was special: I knew how badly she wanted this penis to penetrate her. I knew how wantonly, cravenly, she dreamed of this cock to slide into her sweet cunt, and I knew how badly she wanted to feel him douse her fuck tunnel with the hot, thick, sperm-laden cream that shot from his dick’s cum hole.

I returned her smile, simply saying, “I know you’ve been wanting this. I sure hope you cum on his cock!”

Aisha said back to me, “That’s my goal! Make sure you use his cock to rub my parts before putting it into position.”

I nodded in the affirmative, and heard Number 27 say from his prone position, “Aw, fuck yeah! I can’t wait to feel this pussy!” Aisha resumed lowering herself, and my eyes focused on her pelvis.

The lips of her pussy slowly inched closer to the tip of a man’s penis that I held so she could welcome it inside of her. Uncountable eyes were fixed on what was happening, and my mind was reeling in the total kink of the situation.

Scant moments later, the flaring and glistening tip of Number 32’s cock contacted her skin, and was curtained by her fuck lips. With his cockhead nestled in her pussy’s fleshy folds, Aisha stopped for a moment, letting me manually rub the head of his penis on her engorged clit and slick, delicate, dark brown inner lips. Both Aisha and Number 32 gave soft sighs and pleasured moans feeling their most sensitive parts wetly connect.

I gave Number 32’s cock a stroke once with my slickened hand, and continued to rub his cock’s tip on my wife’s sex parts, keeping her moaning. With some difficulty, I broke my eyes away from the close-up kink of cock and pussy engaging, and looked outwards, into the crowd. Sure, some were watching Eita tending Kiku with his tongue as she fucked her suitor, and others were fixed on Katie’s pink pussy swallowing dick as Tom stroked his cock over her bouncing tits, but most eyes were on my hand, holding another man’s dick and using it to pleasure my wife.

I returned my gaze to the perfect, rock-hard ebony cock I was holding. The tip still was nestled deep between my wife’s pussy lips as my hand guided it side to side, swiping it back and forth over her clitoris with just enough pressure from his ever-so-giving cockhead to make her beg as she crouched in perfect position over his dick.

It was time. She didn’t need to tell me. Two and a half decades of loving connection with my wife, with me always putting her pleasure front-and-center, prepared me for this moment. I knew she was ready because I knew her completely.

I craned my neck over her hip to get a view of Number 32’s face. His lips were pursed and his eyes were closed, awaiting the blissful, wet warmth that he knew was about to envelop his fuck rod. I gave his shaft one last stroke and gentle squeeze, and said, “Okay! Are ya ready to feel my wife’s fabulous cunt swallow your cock?”

He was panting through pursed lips, and he opened his eyes and looked at Aisha’s flowing hair and the glistening skin of her muscled back. In between her astounding luscious ass cheeks and directly above the cock shaft I held, he saw that the tip of his dick was hugged by her dark brown labia.

Number 37 let out with, “Fuck! Yes! I’m so ready! Oh please! Lemme feel her pussy!”

With a wicked smile and eyes fixed on what I held, inches away from where their fuck parts connected, I guided Number 32’s tip to my wife’s entrance. When she felt the head of his penis take position, my sweet Aisha used her hands to spread her outer lips and resumed her descent.

But she did it slowly. Ever so slowly.

For me? For the crowd? For Anton? For her to relish the sensations of the moment? I don’t know. But it was insanely hot, sexy, and kinky beyond measure. I watched it happen. I watched her clit stand out. I watched her rippling inner cunt lips flank the shaft of his dick as it went inside of her. I saw her pussy’s entrance slowly give and expand to allow this penis to penetrate her and enter her vagina.

I saw it all. The crowd saw it all too, and even one of the judges was present to watch her pussy swallow his cock.

When she took his first few inches, my hand was no longer needed to guide him. Her pussy took over that role just fine. I moved like lightning to start our countdown timer, eager to get my eyes back to watching my wife’s fuck parts in action.

Inch by inch, his jet-black shaft disappeared from sight. Agonizingly slow but luscious moments later, my beautiful and precious wife’s unclad loins were fully seated on the skin of his pelvis. The entirety of his penis was inside and totally filling my wife’s fuck channel. All that was visible was her swollen clit protruding from her pussy’s slit. Beneath it, Number 32’s balls were smashed against the skin of her cunt lips.

Aisha sat there for a few moments, eyes closed and breathing deeply. Number 32 was making soft sounds of pleasure. I could barely make out him saying, “Oh! So fucking warm, wet, and tight! So fine! What a woman! Fucking incredible!”

Aisha then looked directly at me and said, “Whaddya think, honey? Does this turn you on? His dick’s in my pussy, and now I’m gonna fuck him. I want you to help make him cum inside me. Can you help me?”

Aisha had her head in the game, and she needed me. But where was I? I’d been totally enthralled watching my wife give the ultimate porn show on this insane stage. But when she said, “Can you help me?” I snapped out of my stupor.

We’d rehearsed this potential scenario. Sure, we didn’t dream of it being with Anton, but we had a solid plan if the wheel stopped at “reverse cowgirl.”

Our training kicked in, and I immediately leapt onto the platform. I took to my feet, directly behind Aisha’s back with my feet planted on either side of Number 32’s chest. All the while prior, Aisha crouched and used her core and leg muscles to lower herself onto this new cock, and she used her hands to spread her lips to give the best views.

But that takes balance, strength, and coordination, and is difficult and tiresome to maintain. Our plan took care of this.

Aisha was still seated on Number 32, his cock completely inside of her, when I reached around to hug her from behind. My arms were underneath hers, encircling her torso, and my right hand went beneath her left breast, and my left hand went underneath her right.

With the palms of my hands, I lifted her tits so that her nipples jutted forward. But that wasn’t the best part. Aisha spread both of her arms outwards as I lifted her tits, and her hands lolled about. She shook them a few times to show the crowd that she was in control of her hands.

But I firmly held her torso in my embrace, and could lift her with moderate effort.

Aisha, my muse and stunning hotwife, screamed out, “Now watch my fuck-toy of a husband help me fuck this cock!”

The training was there. I held onto her and moved her body up and down. Aisha no longer needed to use her muscles. I controlled her body’s movements up and down, with Number 32’s penis entering and exiting her vagina’s embrace, all under my muscle. Looking out at the crowd, I gave a well-planned and wicked smile as I fucked another man’s cock with my wife’s pussy.

But then Aisha, as we planned, took the control game to the next level. She turned her head to the side and gave me a small nod, telling me she was ready. I pulled her up as high as she could go without releasing Number 32’s dick from her pussy, and held her in that precarious position.

I paused, and the crowd’s cries subsided in anticipation. We drank in the silence, and I bent my head to lovingly kiss my wife one last time before we gave them our best fuck show.

Holding her at maximum height with only the head of Number 32’s penis inside of her, teetering on the brink of slipping out, I screamed out, “Command me, my fucking slut-queen wife! Tell me how you want this cock to give you a cunt-fucking!”

Aisha opened her eyes, brazenly and with purposeful intent, and also screamed at the top of her lungs, “Yes! Fucking do what I tell you to and help me fuck him!”

The crowd was transfixed, awaiting what came next.

Palms facing downwards, fingers pointing straight to the side, Aisha slowly angled both hands downwards. I dutifully watched and lowered her body, impaling her pussy with his cock, in tune with her hand movements.

When she was seated on him and her vagina was totally filled with his penis, she angled her hands upwards, and I lifted her. She rose, and his shaft slid out of her pussy, glistening and hard. Then she angled them downwards, and I lowered her again onto his dick. But at every phase, the crowd could see her inner lips hugged his dick, wetly flickering on his cock’s skin and gripping his slick shaft.

And so it went. She went up and down, fucking Anton, in front of the crowd, while giving no effort other than raising or lowering her outstretched hands to command me. I did all the real work of lifting, and I was the fuck toy-engine driving my wife to ride Anton’s thick, beautiful, raw cock.

I followed her rhythm and commands, bringing her up and down, at her pleasured pace. After a while of this, she said to me, “Now time for the spread. Keep the rhythm like this.”

Again, this was rehearsed. I continued to lift her up and down, fucking her suitor with her pussy, but she reached down to spread her outer lips so the crowd and a nearby judge could get unobstructed views of her inner fuck parts in action as her fuck-channel got railed by cock.

When the timer read 3:37, I took a moment to look down at Number 32. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be taking in every moment with absolute joy, but I asked him, “You doing okay? A minute and some change left. Think you can finish?”

He replied, “Fucking yes! This is so fucking kinky and sweet! Imma make this work out real fucking fine for y’all, just let me hold her hips a bit.”

I looked down on Number 32’s face. I told him, “Okay. I’m givin’ her over to you, and a toy’s comin’ her way. But it’s soon time to give it to her, and she wants it in her pussy. Can you do it?”

Number 32 simply said, “Fuck yeah, just gimme her hips…lemme fuck her.”

I released Aisha from my grip, and Number 37 grabbed her hips to guide her rhythm. Now he was fucking her. I went to grab a toy that I thought would work best for the situation at hand: a small but powerful clit sucker. She could use it without interfering with the penetration.

Less than ten seconds later, the toy was planted on her clitoris, and I was next to her, stroking my cock and watching her cunt getting fucked as her moans and screams increased in intensity.

The timer told us that only forty-five seconds remained for Aisha to be with Number 32.  Tick tock…tick tock.

For the first time this evening, I became anxious. I wanted this to be a moment we’d talk about forever, not a remembrance of an opportunity we’d let slip away.

Fuck! I was now preoccupied by what should happen! Would it?

Would Aisha cum on his cock? Would Number 32 blast his load in her cunt? If the timer went off before that happened, Number 32 would have to stroke his cock and cum on my wife’s tits while another cock was sliding into and out of her pussy. Our rules.

A few moments later, my anxiety was replaced by utter joy. The sucker toy was buzzing. Aisha was moaning. Number 32 was groaning. Then, Aisha told me, through a haze of sexual fury, “Fuck! Yes! I’m gonna cum with his dick inside me! Watch me cum.”

Her face was raised to the sky, painted tits facing the crowd, and she was moaning while she held her clit sucker in exactly the right spot. Number 32 stopped moving her hips and let her do her thing, which was to sit on him fully and feel the entirety of his penis inside her vagina.

Stroking my dick, I watched my wife come to screaming orgasm in front of judges and a massive crowd of onlookers. She did this with another man’s penis buried in her cunt. The kink of what was happening was beyond compare, and I had to stop stroking my dick. The wall timer, which never stopped, read 9:37. We weren’t even one-third of the way through the contest, and I wanted to keep my edge.

As my mind came to grips with what I just saw, I also remembered OUR timer was ticking, and read 4:36. Anton’s time was slipping away, and kink and cum earns points. While I was elated that Aisha came on his cock, I became mildly concerned that the window for a proper vaginal creampie was slipping away.

But Number 32 had just felt my wife’s pussy clench down and milk his cock when she came to orgasm. He resumed using his hands on her hips to guide the fuck, and Aisha used her legs and core to give him assistance. She was also saying how badly she wanted his cum inside of her. This took him to where he needed to be.

The man fucking delivered. With fifteen seconds remaining on the timer, and my wife suspended over his body, dick in her cunt, he began to moan loudly. I held my wife’s hand for support, and Number 32 lifted her and held her steady so that his penis remained halfway inside of her vagina.

As I held her hand, she straightened her back, crouching with his penis halfway inside of her, but fully upright. With wide eyes and an open, panting mouth, she turned her head from side to side, drinking in kink of the crowd watching what came next. With Aisha in perfect position for the hooting throng’s ultimate view, his balls and dick were beginning to visibly pulse and contract.

Number 37 moaned loudly as his fuck parts throbbed and pumped, and Aisha screamed out, at the top of her lungs, “Oh fuck! Fuck! Yes! His cock's cumming in my pussy RIGHT NOW! I can feel his cum spray in my cunt!”

The roar of the crowd was beyond anything we’d heard this evening. An uncountable number of eyes were watching another man ejaculate inside of my wife’s vagina. His cock pumped and pumped, and with every throb his dick was spitting cum into my wife’s cunt.

When Number 37’s throbs subsided and his balls were properly drained, I again wrapped my arms around Aisha’s torso as our timer hit the five-minute mark. One last time, my wife turned her hand upward, commanding me to lift her up all the way. As Number 32’s penis slipped out of her vagina, almost immediately a massive stream of white, thick fluid flowed out and fell on Number 32’s cock and balls.

Aisha was left somewhat stunned. She was groggy, but able to slowly move and lie on top of her suitor. Number 32 was totally spent, though he weakly responded to my wife’s soft kisses and whispered requests to fuck her again. Tom, next to us, was totally impressed. Katie was too busy getting her cunt stuffed to pay us any mind.

Kiku never stopped fucking her suitor, but both she and Eita had eyes on my wife as she came to orgasm, and they also watched Number 32’s cock throb and pump her pussy full.

But the contest was still running! My wife had rolled off of her suitor’s body and was now lying on her back on top of her platform. Her legs were spread open, and her pussy was dripping cum. Number 32 had rolled off the platform and stood next to her, gazing upon her nude and freshly fucked form, loosely holding his hanging dick that was coated in a mixture of his own cum, lube, and my wife’s pussy juice.

But I took the reins, calling out to the moderator, “Yo! She’s ready for her next!”

-To be continued.