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Good morning dear pets, your favorite Fem Dom, Miss Vivian here, with another hot story from my fiction files.

I pulled this one out, for all my lil cuckolds, who dream of their sexy Wife steppin’ out on them. Is that you? Hoping every time she comes back home from running her errands, she’ll throw you on the floor and smother you with her cum filled pussy?

If so, then this is the tale for you! Your Miss Viv presents …

The Dick House, part 1.

She had always craved and fantasized about herself being gang fucked. A room full of hard lustful dicks and her taking them all, using them for her pleasure. Her fantasies and longings became even stronger when they began to be directed at a real group of men.

She had seen them for months while driving by their house. Always three or four young men in their early twenties hanging about the small yard and porch, usually shirtless to better show off their flat stomachs and tattoos, and often drinking beer.

She fantasized often about herself in that shabby house getting a hard fucking from each one of those young men in turn, taking those young eager dicks in her pussy, her ass, her mouth, her hands, using them and being used in every way imaginable. The fantasy had made her wet on her drive home many times and led to several hot sessions with her husband who was surprised by her sucking his dick, something she had never done on a regular basis and had never done with such obvious enthusiasm. Her husband’s dick was in her mouth, other dicks were on her mind.

The objects of her lust lived in a house on a corner. One evening driving home she caught a glimpse of one of the young men standing in the front doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist, speaking to another man on the porch. Staring and not thinking about driving, she forgot the corner stop sign and in running it she clipped the back bumper of a car that was crossing the street.

She was somewhat shook up by the collision but was even more rattled when she realized she had hit the car of one of the young men from the house on the corner, that she was going to have to speak to him, and that the clothed one from the porch was coming to the street too. Her hands shook as they surveyed the damage and found it so minimal on his car that he didn’t even want her name or number, or to call for an accident report.

When she tried to leave, her car wouldn’t start. Before she knew what was happening they had pushed it to the side of the road to take a look at it and she had agreed to join them for a beer to settle her nerves.

Inside they settled at the kitchen table and the first beer went fast, as did the second. On the third one she had calmed and knew she was powerless to avoid acting on her fantasy about these men. The one she had seen in the towel came into the kitchen still in the towel only and was surprised to see her but stood in front of her to say hello and hear about the car wreck.