Drinking Party My wife and I were invited to daybar. A bunch of friends of ours spent time working in Antarctica, which is where this annual event originated. Apparently, the nights are so long and dark during the winter there, time of day doesn't matter when it comes to drinking. Starting early on Saturday morning, the host of daybar turns down the lights in the basement so low as to be almost black. There's no pretense to daybar; as soon as we arrived that morning, my wife Suzanne was plied with booze by our friends. Close to twenty people were filling the basement of our friend's house. As an aside, most of the participants in this party were men, since that's primarily who tours The Ice. They all started drinking early and soon everyone was feeling no pain. Things were pretty tame for a while; music was playing and everyone was talking in constantly moving groups. My wife and I got wrapped up in a conversation with a chronic bachelor, Gregg, and before long his stories of his sexual escapades drew a crowd. His stories led to flirting between everyone, with my wife leading the charge! This surprised the hell out of me, as she is normally very demure and restrained. Eventually someone made mention of my wife's new tits. She just got a boob job and looked great in her short denim skirt and tight white top. I quickly figured out that her new breasts had given her some new-found confidence in her appearance, which I had always loved, but my wife had thought was too plump to be proud of. Noting could be farther from the truth! After one particularly outrageous story, our bachelor friend Gregg drunkenly dared her to see if my wife's panties matched her top. I was stunned when she quickly reached under her skirt, took them off and threw them at him! Apparently, so was everyone else, because all talking stopped. Gregg gingerly picked her underwear off his shoulder where they had landed and burst out in a huge laugh. Seeing that no feelings were hurt, everyone joined in the joke and the basement erupted in howls of delight. I noticed that Gregg quietly put Suz's panties in his pocket. She seemed a little flushed and embarrassed, but didn't make a scene and ask for them back. The Brownian motion of parties soon had each of us talking to different groups of people, but I still kept fairly close to my wife. As people moved around, you really couldn't see what they were doing, because of the dark. Only I, who have really good night vision, was able to see the whole basement in the near darkness. As she moved from conversation to conversation, I overheard another friend express interest with her new boob job. Dan said that his wife, who wasn't there, was interested in getting an augmentation. He seemed really interested, and asked a lot of questions about the procedure of my wife. Without any fanfare, she set her drink down, reached up and pulled her shirt open! She wasn't wearing a bra! Apparently, she thought that showing him would be easier than explaining. She quickly covered them back up before anyone else saw. Unfortunately, Gregg saw her show and came over to see. After some compliments and more questions about them from the guys, she finally let Dan touch them, then Gregg, until both guys started really groping her. I started to get concerned. I mean, I love our friends and all, but this was a bit much. Luckily they were standing off by themselves away from the majority of the partiers. Both guys didn't seem content with feeling my wife's new tits through her shirt, since they soon exposed her tits. Each guy was holding her half of her shirt open with one hand and fondling a breast with the other. I decided to put an end to things and called for her. I pretended not to be able to see, trying to save her some shame. When I started walking over towards her, she quickly turned away from me and covered back up. Both guys let her go and pretended nothing had happened. Well, after I left her to get another soda, she started milling around again, eventually showing people see her new belly button piercing. This, of course, caught the attention of Gregg and Dan. When they came over to see, the three of them quietly moved back into a secluded corner. After very little encouragement, she showed them her tits again, and finally let them feel her up. She soon had Dan leaning over to suck on her tits, out in the open. When Gregg saw that and stared, she flashed him her bald pussy. She had totally shaved her crotch without me knowing! He couldn't believe what he saw, so he slowly reached down and started rubbing her hairless mound. Dan and Gregg maneuvered her over to an old sofa; she ended up sitting between the two men, letting one suck on her tits while the other finger-fucked her. Within minutes of sitting down, I moved closer and could hear her start to pant and moan. Luckily they were far enough from the other guests that the music covered up the sounds they were making. With a small cry, she orgasmed on Gregg's finger. Heedless of any observers, she pulled out both their cocks and started jacking them off. Soon Gregg climaxed with a groan in her hand. She looked around, didn't see a tissue, so she licked it off, staring at Dan the whole time. When she had cleaned it up, my wife bent over and quickly started sucking his cock. Needless to say, he didn't last long. He started thrusting up into her mouth before holding her head down on his dick while she swallowed his load. She sat back up and gave each of them a huge, wet kiss. After standing up and leaving them to put their dicks away, Suzanne ended up moving around the basement in a big circle, talking with different groups until she stumbled over to Eric, who was sitting off by himself. I heard him confront my wife by telling her that he had seen what she did to Gregg and Dan. She tried to shift the discussion away from what she just did to them. When Eric kept pressing her, she sighed and moved around in front of him and opened her shirt, exposing her tits. He seemed to want more, so she reluctantly lifted her skirt and flashed him her snatch. Eric slowly reached out, cupped her slit and started working his fingers into her, all while she was standing up in front of him. Only the darkness and her positioning facing away from everyone prevented the whole group from seeing her. She came again from his finger fucking, and then moved behind the recliner he was sitting on. He followed her around and pulled out his dick when she dropped to her knees. She took no time sucking him off, deep-throating him to a rapid climax. When she stood up after giving our friend a blow job, she saw that some guy sitting on a couch right next to the recliner had been watching the whole thing. He was rubbing his dick through his pants, staring at my wife. She stood up and moved behind the couch, leaning over the back, nestling his head between her breasts. She started whispering in his ear and reached down to his crotch, freeing his dick from his pants. She swayed her way back around the couch and slowly lowered herself down onto his prick. She was facing away from him, hands resting on her thighs as she slowly started humping him. She kept her top on the whole time, even occasionally joking and talking with people across the room as she fucked him. As they were nearing orgasm,another guy came over to them to talk. She stopped her pumping, but stayed on his lap, leaning back into his chest as they carried on a conversation while he slowly rocked his hips, never stopping the fucking. The talker showed no signs of leaving, which left the guy no choice but to climax inside my wife, grunting and jerking to the surprise of the guy standing right in front of them. The new guy stood there open-mouthed as my wife lifted the front of her skirt, showing the cock sliding into her bald snatch as she started quickly rubbing her clit. The whole slut scene must have been too much for my wife, since she came just after her lover with a whine and a spasm. I had been moving around the outside of the room, keeping an eye on things. I could hear her tell the new guy, "Clean me up, and you're next." She stood up quickly, spun around and bent over at the waist, giving the talker a full view of her dripping cunt. She gave the sitting guy's cock several quick sucks, cleaning him up very effectively. Her movements caused some heads to turn, and seeing her bent over a guy's crotch stopped all the conversation in the basement. She apparently wasn't bent over his lap long enough to cause too much stir, because as soon as she stood up, conversation resumed. The new guy was still standing in front of them, flabbergasted. My wife moved to the next group of people, three guys and two girls, sitting around on a sectional sofa and coffee table. The only light in the basement was coming from an under-powered lamp sitting on the table. She moved behind the sectional at the corner where the shadows were deepest and leaned over, spreading her legs wide for anyone to see her exposed cunt. I could see some of the guy's come dripping out of her pussy and onto the floor. She joined in the conversation, never missing a beat as the still-speechless guy moved up behind her and dropped to his knees. With obvious hesitation, he started licking her snatch, cleaning her up as she requested. She was soon breathing heavily, which the guy took as a sign to slowly stand up and fish out his dick. My wife looked back over her shoulder as the fellow fed her his cock, then sighed happily as he bottomed out in her cunt. He took care to not move too much, as the people sitting on the sectional could not see well outside the lamp lit area. He would slowly withdraw, and then ease his dick all the way back in, keeping in time to the music playing at the time. My wife kept up her part of the conversation, barely acknowledging the deep dicking she was receiving during the conversation. When the man behind her came with a thrust and a grunt, she quietly came as well. One of the guys sitting around the lamp suddenly stilled and his eyes opened wide. He watched as the guy standing behind my slut slowly pulled his dripping cock out of her snatch and turned away to clean up. He looked at my wife, who caught his expression and shrugged her shoulders as if to say," So what? Big deal.." The man excused himself, no doubt to readjust the boner growing in his shorts. Using this break, my wife found a stool and brought it back over to her spot behind the couch. She straddled the stool, ass pointing back, wide open for anyone to see! When the guy came back from the bathroom, he didn't re-take his spot on the sofa, instead he stealthily moved around the wall, staying in the shadows, behind my wife. She apparently took no notice of him. He reached down to my wife's sloppy cunt and started massaging her slit, bringing forth a little whimper of pleasure from her. One of the guys looked up and saw him standing behind her. His eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything about it, he just leaned back and watched. From my vantage, I could see the guy having difficulties getting his dick into my wife's cunt at the angle she was sitting. I thought I could see frustration in his eyes until the proverbial light bulb went off above his head. He swished his cock around in the wet entrance of her pussy, and then slid the tip up until it was pushing on her asshole. My wife looked back in surprise and consternation, and started to reach back to stop him. He swatted her hand away, grabbed her hips, and began to force his cock into her butt. She started to pull away from him with a look of pain on her face when I decided to help things out. I moved up, into the lamp light and started working my way around people towards where my wife was bent over the back of the couch. When she saw me, her eyes got wide and she stilled, not wanting to draw attention to the guy anally assaulting her from behind in the shadows. I found a small area between two people right in front of my wife, where I sat. I looked up and could see her biting her lip in pain the invading cock was causing her. I think I even saw a little tear beginning in the corner of her eye. Wow, what she was putting up with to keep me from discovering her predicament! I caught her eye and motioned down. She leaned forward to hear what I had to say, increasing the ease with which her butt-fucking could continue. "So," I began, "I see you're getting your just desserts." She looked scared and stunned, obviously hoping I had not seen her earlier lewdness. "What do you mean?" she asked, wincing as her assailant suddenly pushed hard and deep into her ass. "Oh, I just think it's cute that you're getting ass-fucked and are hoping I don't notice." Her face dropped and tears of misery appeared in her eyes. "I...." she started, and then yelped under her breath at a particularly vicious thrust into her butt. "Oh, don't get me wrong," Isaid. "I'm enjoying this." She looked stunned at my statement, and then her eyes rolled up as her first anal lover began spurting into her ass, triggering her own orgasm. The guy sitting on the other side of my wife leaned forward with a huge grin on his face, looking at me, then my climaxing wife. He unobtrusively looked back over his shoulder to see the first guy slowly pull his slimy dick out of my wife's ass. As soon as the first guy started to move away, he got up and started to move around behind the couch, apparently thinking that it was his turn. My wife's breathing slowed to a more normal pace, then sat up a bit as she looked at me. "You're okay with this?" she asked. "Yeah, and so are most of the guys here, I'm sure," I replied. She started to say more when the next guy started lubricating his dick in her juices and surprised her. She quickly looked back over her shoulder at the man and started to refuse, but I reached up with one hand and hooked her head, pulling her ear even with my mouth. "Oh, no...you can't stop now," I hissed evilly. "You started it, you finish it." She started squirming, trying to avoid another ass-fucking, but I kept a hold of her head and wouldn't let her go. She soon stopped trying to escape, not wanting to draw attention to her pseudo-rape. "Unhh..." she grunted as the guy behind her forced his way past her sphincter and into her sore ass. "You bastard..." I chuckled and slowly reached my other hand back to find her sopping cunt. I started to work my fingers towards her clit when I felt the guy stop moving, wondering what I was doing. My wife raised her hips off the stool enough for me to get my fingers on her, and then started moving her ass, rubbing herself off on my fingers and unintentionally encouraging the guy to renew his butt-fucking. "It hurts," she complained, beginning to breathe hard. "Don't stop..." "How do you like it?" I asked rhetorically. "You asshole...." "No, it's your asshole," I corrected. "I wonder how many of the guys here you're going to let butt-fuck you." She whined and started moving her hips harder and faster on my fingers. "You bastard...he's so deep in my ass; it's so full it hurts. It feels like his cock is hitting my lungs." I almost came in my pants as she was describing her anal ordeal. We had never spoken dirty to each other. Her assailant started picking up his pace, then slammed his cock far up my wife's ass and held it there. "Ohhhh..." she moaned as she started to shake, "I can feel him shooting off inside my butt. He's filling me with more cum." She kept quaking during her orgasm, climaxing on my fingers even as he withdrew his cock from her ass. She finally slowed down, turned and kissed me hard before she stood up and walked away towards the bathroom, dribbling other men's cum from her cunt and ass as she walked away.