We were in our hotel room, waiting for the hour to depart for the contest. The buzzing of my phone’s alarm was completely unnecessary. In the history of everything that ever was, never has a clock been watched so closely, nor with such biting anticipation.
My beloved wife, Aisha, suggested that we retire to our room for the afternoon.
She wanted to give Darius and Zuri space to bond and prepare. We hadn’t seen them since late this morning, when Darius ejaculated in Aisha’s vagina. I returned the favor by unloading my cock’s cum all over Zuri’s wantonly spread ebony pussy.
Want more details of what happened? Okay.
Mine was actually the second spattering of semen to douse Zuri’s fuck parts. The first was donated by our newest and insanely handsome, tall and rugged Japanese friend, Eita. His radiantly beautiful wife Kiku watched his “eternally thick” cock’s base throb and pulse, knowing her husband’s penis was spitting cum into a sublimely sexy, deliciously slutty American woman that they just met.
Kiku’s pussy might not have tasted semen this morning, but she was still well attended. To start, her pussy was filled with my hard dick when Eita creamed inside Zuri.
When Eita finished pumping his sperm into Darius’ wife, I pulled my penis out of Kiku and slipped it inside of Zuri’s creamy wetness until she also coaxed the cum from my cock. I pulled out just in time to paint her open fuck parts.
After my last pulse dripped from my cock’s sperm hole onto Zuri’s clit, I slipped my dick back in her chocolate pussy and continued to fuck her slowly, but my eyes were tuned to Darius’s shining cock, which was sliding into and out of my wife’s fuck channel.
At some point, I pulled my spent dick out of Zuri. She sat straight upright and spread her pussy lips wide, saying, “Fuck! Check this out!”
Zuri made her husband and my wife watch how the cream of two men’s cocks dripped from her cunt, and their fuck ferocity increased, bringing Aisha to screaming orgasm with Darius inside of her. Darius followed, most likely from kink of the moment combined with the milking pull of my wife’s pulsing grip.
Darius totally creamed inside of my wife, and everyone watched his cock throb and pump his sperm into her vagina.
Don’t worry. We all contributed to giving Kiku the happy ending she deserved. The soaked sheets in between her legs can attest.
That six-way fuck session this morning was one hell of a bond. Sure, we were competitors in the looming contest, but why were we really here in the first place? All six of us were looking to let loose and fly our kink flags at full mast.
Darius and Zuri were all beautiful, sexy, intelligent and nice people. We didn’t have time to talk yet with Eita and Kiku, but they were easily Darius and Zuri’s match in looks, and they were astoundingly polite. I couldn’t imagine better company, but the immediate future was bearing down on us all.
At 9 pm, we were all scheduled to compete in a hotwife gangbang contest with eight other couples. Given the nature of how it would happen, the ladies were admittedly more committed than the men, who were simply there to egg on the crowd and witness their wives’ pussies getting plowed.
We disbanded in good fellowship, promising to support each other through the upcoming insanity.
*****
Back in our hotel room, Aisha and I were trying to relax, but to no avail. About an hour into the torture, we heard a light knock on our door, followed by liltingly sweet voices politely begging entrance. Eita and Kiku were restless like us and looking for some companionships to settle their nerves.
Aisha and I adore making international friends, especially ones that’re smokin’ hot and totally willing to fuck us both, so we happily invited them in to swap stories and get to know each other better while the clock ticked.
Eita and Kiku began by spinning their yarn.
Twelve years ago, living in Osaka, Kiku was frustrated at a dead-end job, and she joked about fucking her boss for a promotion. Eita didn’t take her seriously, but thoughts that never before crossed his mind took seed.
Eita said emphatically, “Six months! It took six shameful, long months to gather my courage and admit my thoughts to Kiku.” Then he went silent, bowing his head.
But Kiku pressed, saying, “When he told me this, I knew we could not shy away from total honesty. We realized living without fear and giving our bodies to what nature intended is to truly live. It was hard to face this truth, but when we did, the world’s joy opened to us both.”
In two months’ time, Kiku was directing a team at work, thanks to their new arrangement. As she put it, “Nature gave me this body, and Nature is pleased when this body’s used for pleasure!”
But their sparse group sex disappeared entirely when promotions moved them to Sapporo. Eita and Kiku were now swimming in money, but starved for kinky action.
Kiku then told us how they now go to Las Vegas once a year for “vacation” where they cut loose, with the aid of escorts.
Kiku paused in her story and her gaze fell to the floor. She looked sad. Or ashamed. I couldn’t tell which.
Eita took over, his eyes also on the floor, saying solemnly to both me and Aisha, “Desire should be mutual, as it was this morning.”
We were all ears as he explained. “Please do not misunderstand me. I adore and respect the escorts. But when we pay, we cannot know if their desire is true. Our pleasure is diminished by these thoughts.”
Eita paused, then continued with, “We also pay for the best, most capable men to satisfy my Kiku. They perform mostly well. But it is nothing like what happened this morning. We miss those uninhibited pleasures greatly.”
Eita took a pause, letting his words take traction. He was as serious as the shadow of death, and we both totally understood where he was coming from.
Kiku regained her voice, saying, “Our last trip, eight weeks ago, we learned about this contest. It’s beyond anything I’ve…or we’ve…ever done. But we have only one fleeting life, not to be wasted.”
“Thanks to my beloved Eita, I have found my nature. I am a beautiful woman, young still, and should use this time. I give my heart, my love, and my soul to Eita, fully. But I give my body to the world to enjoy, and I will certainly delight in giving it.”
Eita was drinking in her sublimely perfect utterance. He smiled with radiant pride upon the goddess-made-flesh that he married, and Aisha and I were caught in their spell.
Kiku broke our stupors with a firm, “That is how we come to be here. This may be a contest, but for me, it’s an offering, even a prayer, to Nature. Nature gave us these gifts, and I cannot imagine that using them to the fullest is not what we are intended to do. So far, we’ve been blessed, so it seems like the powers that watch over our world also like to watch me fuck!”
We all laughed raucously. Holy fuck! What amazing, sexually awakened woman!
Regaining her composure but still chuckling and short of breath, Aisha told Eita and Kiku both, “Well, next time you come to the States, you can forget about Vegas. We’re here for you, and I’m sure Zuri and Darius are, too. This morning was fabulous! Also, visiting Sapporo is something I’ve always dreamed of. It would be wonderful to have friends in Japan!”
Eita and Kiku both smiled and bowed deeply and for an extended duration. It was heartwarming. Then, Eita said, “Thank you! We are honored to make new friends that share our ways!”
We then told them our story, which wasn’t quite as convoluted or poetically versed as theirs. Our chat moved onto cultures, life, food, and love. All the while we tried not to watch the clock, but when my alarm went off, it was no shock.
Eisha and Kiku bolted to grab their gear, and Aisha and I triple-checked our inventory.
I felt like a leaf in the wind of a hurricane, if that leaf had a throbbing cock that got off on watching its wife fuck random, raw dicks.
****
At 6:30, everyone was queued to board the shuttle bus. We were trading naughty and lewd looks with Darius, Zuri, Eita, and Kiku, which soothingly kept the atmosphere light. Before we knew it, the bus lurched forward towards reality.
Fifteen minutes later, we rolled up to a well-maintained and massive for-rent warehouse-like place in a district that was an odd mix of business complexes, trampoline playhouses and fitness centers. The only indication that anything would be happening tonight was a large hanging banner that read, “CONTEST TONIGHT! TICKETHOLDERS ONLY. WELCOME, CONTESTANTS AND ATTENDEES!”
We filed out of the bus, and “Men’s Warehouse Greg” was there to greet us at the entrance give us all a tour of the venue. Apparently, he’d be our primary liaison through this adventure, and was quite chatty and welcoming.
The setup inside was impressive, and I know I wasn’t alone in being intimidated by what was assembled, knowing we were vital parts of the show to come. There were twelve raised platforms, each about three feet high. Each had the contestant’s given name clearly displayed.
I saw platforms labelled for "Chelsea" and "Sable" before I spotted Zuri’s name, but I eventually found Kiku’s and Aisha’s spaces, which were next to each other.
Each platform was padded and covered with a tight-fitting yet plush drape. Next to each platform was a small table with a stack of soft towels, bottles of water, a large tube of personal lubrication, and a bowl for the lube.
The platforms were arranged radially about a small central area, which contained audio equipment and a table and chairs for the judges. Two separate bars in opposite corners looked fully stocked and ready to rake in cash, supplemented by a few vending machines filled with cans of beer and small wine bottles.
Around the array of platforms, which was roped off, there was a massive, circular standing room zone for the attending gawkers, and on the outskirts were a multitude of tables and chairs. Greg told us that entry tickets went for 350 dollars each, and had sold out!
He looked at us all and proudly stated, “Nine hundred. We sold nine hundred tickets! Hope you’re ready!”
Holy fuck! Wow…
This was significantly greater than Aisha and I had anticipated. In fact, it was a fun game during our practice sessions to wonder how many would show up to have eyes on her pussy in action. We totally underestimated, which stirred the nest of butterflies in my stomach. Aisha looked similarly flustered, as did our new friends.
Greg regained our attention, saying, “Now I’ll show you to the dressing room. You’ll all wait there until 8:40, and then promenade into this arena space in your birthday suits.”
Greg led us to a walled-off area designed exactly for the intended purpose. There was a long linear table and mirrors, so contestants could make themselves up. There were seats for companions. There were bathrobes for us all on rolling clothes racks. There were shelves to stow gear. There were communal sinks, disposable towelettes, and private bathrooms. It had everything we might need.
When we got situated, everyone was instructed to stow any clothing we wore and don one of the provided robes. Companions were then given fifteen minutes to enter the arena and prepare our spaces.
My cock swinging under the robe, I found the space labelled with Aisha’s name and set up the countdown timer and spinners. I also tossed some of our very specific pillows on the platform and laid out the chosen toys that Aisha planned to use to maximal effect. I was as satisfied that the space designed to show my sweet girl’s pussy in action was prepared and ready.
When I got back to the dressing room, I didn’t waste time, and busted out my airbrush. Working with fury and practiced precision, I re-painted the Puerto Rican flag on Aisha’s skin.
I didn’t fuck it up. Her tits and stomach were again covered in Boricua pride and ready to let everyone know which island’s pussies fuck the best. Many contestants and companions watched what I was doing, and I heard one woman’s voice say, “Fuck, that’s a great idea. Wish we’d thought of something like that!”
Aisha, made up and ready as possible but nervous as fuck, got up to find Zuri to try to calm her nerves. They kissed and bonded like lovers. Darius and I wondered what they were whispering to each other, hoping we were at least peripherally included in their plans.
Then a gong chimed. Time for the promenade.
*****
Darius and I quickly grabbed our ladies and paired up. Greg went into high gear and began barking out orders. He called out the names of contestants and their companions, assigning couples numbers and shuffling us around to line us all up.
Darius and Zuri were the third couple, and Eita and Kiku were the sixth. We were the seventh, and stood directly behind Eita and Kiku in the queue.
When everyone was in place, Greg yelled out, “Okay! This is it! On my mark, you’ll march into the arena in the order you’re in now. I’ll lead Chelsea and Chad, and keep the pace. All others follow at a distance of about ten feet. We’ll march slowly into the arena so that we’re all in our places, then I’ll make some announcements.”
“When I’m done, follow my lead. We’ll all make one slow circle around to give ‘em a view of the whole lineup, then you’ll return to your places. When you’re at your spot, you can do whatever you need to get ready. But at the stroke of 9, your first suitor will be in front of you and ready to go, so you need to be ready too. Use the lube, folks. Everything’s better with lube. No points off for usin’ it.”
Then he paused and fidgeted for a moment, smiling wickedly. Knowing what was to come, Greg reveled in the moment, saying with true mirth, “Okay, everybody. You promenade with nothing but skin. I get to wear some clothes, at least.”
He couldn’t stop chuckling to himself as he said this, and we soon found out why. It turned out that his suit wasn’t exactly off-the-rack from Men’s Warehouse. It was clever, and unless someone inspected it closely, nobody would have noticed. The fabric covering his crotch was adhered with Velcro. He ripped it off, and his cock and balls fell out.
Greg might have looked a little nerdy on the surface, but the man was hung. He said, “Okay, now you’ve seen my cock! It’s time for me to see everyone in all their glory. Drop the robes, please.”
Everyone’s robes fell in a heap on the floor. Greg, while pulling on his massive dick, said, “Okay, it’s time! Follow me.” He then led Chelsea and Chad out of the dressing area and into the arena. Everyone followed their lead, ten feet apart.
****
We all knew it was coming, but that didn’t diminish the shock of walking into the arena in showtime mode. The lighting made the place look totally different and infinitely more alluring. The whole place was humming with people, and more were trickling in. Volunteer and paid staff with varied roles were all over the place.
There were more men than women attending, but the number of ladies in the crowd was still considerable. Both bars were packed, and servers rushed to deliver trays of pitchers and mixed drinks in a frenzy. Even the vending machines had lines.
A massive region off to the side was roped off, holding the throng of suitors. Yesterday we were told it was ninety-six, and it looked like there wasn’t much attrition. Each suitor wore a tight-fitting necklace with a medallion containing a number. The suitors were otherwise completely nude. No stupid, creepy masks were allowed, and there was absolutely no photography permitted in any form.
Seated in the table in the center were three men and two women. The judges.
These were all the new and myriad things that greeted us upon our exodus from the dressing room, but we barely were able to take any of it in among the hype and adrenaline. All we could really muster was to do our best to follow Eita and Kiku as we made our way to the arena.
Aisha and I marched in a haze, totally nude, in front of hundreds of cheering people. We’d never done anything like this before. I had a moment of panic, thinking I ‘d fail utterly, lose focus, and regress to soft and lame, like a shriveled prune under the pressure.
Fuck! After all this time and preparation, would my mind betray me?
Like all other companions, I tugged at my cock as I walked. I looked at some of the nude volunteers, but that didn’t help. Then I looked at the other contestants. I couldn’t find Zuri, but Kiku’s swaying ass was right in front of me, so that helped. Minimally.
Then I looked at my wife, knowing why she was here. She didn’t face the same physical issues that I did, and no matter what, I’d soon see her pussy slurping down another man’s dick.
That was the mental ticket! I felt blood flow. My anxiety diminished and my kink started to bubble to the surface. I might not have been totally hard, but I was a far cry from a shriveled mess.
At that state, my cock’s fine to look at, but I can certainly do better. I looked over at Aisha, and she seemed dazed and in another world as well, but we both put one foot in front of the other and made our way to our location.
When everyone was at their spaces, Greg went to the middle area and grabbed a microphone, his cock and balls swinging. In a booming voice at an insane volume, his voice rang out, “Ladies and gentlemen! Horny-ass fuck-fiends! I present to you our lovely contestants! It’s 8:43! In seventeen minutes, you’ll see what their pussies can do! Can I get a round of applause?!”
With that, the place erupted, and it didn’t stop. The clock on the wall kept ticking. At 8:47, he took the mic again, and shouted to gain control, “Okay, enough for now. Time’s tickin’ and they need to get fuckin’. Tonight, we have five judges. You’ve probably seen some of them before, because I know y’all watch a lot of porn. They’re all in the business, and know what to look for.”
All five judges got up and took a bow. There was a slightly greying but attractive older man and pretty older woman with salt-and-pepper hair next to him. There was also one younger, hunky man and two hot young busty women in revealing dresses. I guessed the three younger judges were probably still active in doing scenes.
Greg, junk hanging as he pulled on his dick, bellowed out, “One last turn, my lovely contestants, and then take your places! Make it a good one! Let’s go!”
He said something inaudible to Chelsea and Chad, but it was clear by their response he was telling them what to do. He then began to lead them around the circle, this time at an even slower pace, so that everyone in the crowd could get a good view of all the contestants.
Portly Chad stroked his semi-hard dick as he slowly walked, and raucous Chelsea started squeezing her large, somewhat sagging tits. Every so often, she’d pause, face the crowd, and spread her hairless pussy lips for the crowd. They were one of the couples that probably wouldn’t be the stars of the show, but at least they were here, so mad respect for that.
In turn, the entire lineup began to follow them, and in less than a minute, Eita and Kiku started walking, stroking, squeezing, and spreading, to massive fanfare. Ten seconds later we followed.
The shock of the scene had diminished slightly, and I thankfully got my head together. Aisha was here to fuck, and I was here to watch my wife give up her pussy to raw cocks. Some of those cocks might pump cum inside her, with all these people watching. The kink of these insane circumstances kept the blood flowing, and I was now mostly hard. My dick looked pretty damn good as my left hand pumped my shaft with my arm proudly wrapped around my wife’s elbow.
It helped that Aisha rose to the spectacle, bless her, and opened her pussy with spreading fingers at least five times to the crowd as we made our way around the circle. In a haze, I heard the throng go wild for her display.
A thought even crossed my mind: we could be contenders.
Before we knew it, we were back in our space. The clock on the wall read 8:52. I grabbed Aisha by the hand and said, softly enough so that just she could hear me, “This is what we’ve been training for, but now we’re here. Remember, this is all for your pleasure. Is this okay? Do you wanna keep going? Say the word, and we’ll bail. I’ve got you. Always, my love.”
Aisha took a deep breath, held it, and looked around. Eleven other women were getting ready to fuck in a bareback, gangbang contest all around us. I could see her gears turning. After a few agonizing moments of seeming indecision, Aisha slowly began to wickedly smile. It was like that first morning when we learned about the contest, and it was a smile I knew well.
My wife, my sweet muse, found her sweet and sexy spot. The way she held herself changed. I could tell that she’d let go of the pressure of the moment, and opened herself to the total, insane kink of the moment. She didn’t need to say anything. I knew completely that Aisha, my lovely and brilliant wife, was ready to put her luscious pussy to use like never before, and in front of a massive crowd. She’d found her place of power.
I thought, “Holy fuck! We could win this!”
Zuri, Kiku and maybe two of the other contestants were contenders, but I knew what Aisha could do. And although the contest wasn’t about “gifts from nature,” we all know that judges are people too, with bias that can't be ignored. Winner’s gotta be hot, and Aisha was on fire. These thoughts catapulted me to her level, and I got as hard as I’ve ever been. My dick looked fucking fabulous, and people noticed.
My unclad and painted wife, in front of hundreds of onlookers, got on her raised and padded platform, went on her back, spread her legs, and requested her favorite toy, a clit sucker. I handed it to her and straightened my back, with my hard dick pointing towards a sea of onlookers. I emptied the large tube of lube into the bowl, dunked my hand in and started stroking my cock, knowing many eyes were on us.
Aisha slowly opened her legs, fully exposing her private flesh for the onlookers, and applied plentiful lube by smearing it all over her fuck parts. She then took a moderate dildo, dunked it in the lube, and had me slowly slip it inside her to coat her channel. As I pulled it out, she put her clit sucker to work and almost instantly started moaning. It was 8:57.
The staff organized the suitors well, and at 8:58 there was a man standing in front of each woman’s platform. The first twelve suitors were randomly assigned a contestant, and the man sent to Aisha was Suitor Number 4. He looked to be Latino and in his late twenties. He was a nice looking man, and his substantial cock was fully erect, enabled by nude volunteer ladies sucking the men off as they queued for the arena.
Seeing my wife’s sweet pussy obviously kept his dick hard, and we could tell that he was gnawing at the bit for 9 pm to arrive. At first, his eyes were glued to Aisha's parts getting serviced by her humming device, but eventually he locked eyes with my wife...the woman he was scheduled to cunt fuck.
The clock turned to 8:59. I stroked. He stroked. Aisha’s sucker pulled on her pearl as she looked him in the eyes and licked her lips.
Then it happened.
The clock turned to 9 pm, and a massive gong gave sound. I pressed our countdown timer and got the suitor's attention. I pointed to the spinners. My meaning couldn’t be clearer, and Number 4 gave a spin to both dials.
To be continued…
