Author's Note: This is a standalone scene from my Skylar's Swinger Stories series. It recounts my first gangbang from my husband Chris's point of view. My point of view is included in Skylar's Swinger Stories: A Collection - Books 1-4. I interviewed him to write this, and it was interesting how differently we experienced the event mentally, emotionally, and physically.
When my wife, Skylar, first suggested it over dinner three weeks ago, my whiskey had frozen halfway to my lips.
“Multiple men?” I managed, setting the glass down carefully. “Like, at the same time?”
She nodded, her dark eyes bright with nervous excitement. “I can’t stop thinking about it, Chris.”
My first instinct was to say no. Absolutely not. The thought of watching my wife with one other man had been challenging enough. Our wife-swapping adventure with Nathan and Michelle had stretched my comfort zone to its limits. But multiple strangers? My ego recoiled at the very idea.
I’d watched enough porn over the years, seen those scenes where one woman pleasured multiple men simultaneously in gangbangs and bukakke scenes. In my most secret moments, I’d imagined Skylar in those scenarios. The fantasy had always aroused me intensely, even as it filled me with shame.
“You really want this?” I asked.
“I think so. I mean, the idea of you watching me be used by lots of men terrifies me, but it also turns me on imagining it.” She bit her lower lip. “You enjoyed watching me with Nathan, didn’t you?”
I nodded reluctantly. That was the part I couldn’t explain, even to myself. Watching Nathan fuck my wife should have destroyed me. Instead, it had been the most erotic experience of my life. I’d never cum that hard. The way Skylar responded to him, the sounds she made, the complete abandonment—I’d never seen her so uninhibited.
“And I’d just be watching?”
Her voice was soft. “Is that okay?”
The question hung between us. Was it okay? Could my ego handle watching my wife service a room full of strangers while I sat powerless on the sidelines? The rational part of my brain screamed that this was a terrible idea. But my cock betrayed me, hardening at the very thought.
That’s when I realized my biggest fear wasn’t that I’d hate it. It was that I’d enjoy it too much.
A few days after this conversation, I stood in Club Paradise’s pleasure garden and watched that fantasy become reality. And I discovered that the real thing was infinitely more intense than any porn video I’d ever watched.
When Skylar stripped off her towel and walked naked into the pool, every eye in the room followed her. I felt a surge of possessive pride. That’s my wife, I thought. Look at her. She’s fucking gorgeous.
Marcus, a young black man we had met at the bar earlier, entered the pool area with his friends. They immediately noticed Skylar, naked in the pool. She waved them over.
Marcus sat near her on the edge of the pool. She was clearly ready, because she wasted no time positioning herself between his legs. His huge cock was poking out from the towel. She took it into her hands and stroked it a few times before wrapping her lips around it.
I gripped my whiskey glass so tightly I was surprised it didn’t shatter.
The sight of her lips wrapped around another man’s cock should have filled me with rage. Instead, I found myself leaning forward, transfixed. The way she explored him with such desire, the little sounds of appreciation she made, it was like watching a private performance meant only for me. But it wasn’t just for me. We were in a room full of people. All watching my wife sucking Marcus’s big black cock in the pool. I watched as a group of men began to gather, stroking themselves, hoping for their turn inside my wife’s generous and accommodating mouth.
When Marcus lifted her onto the pool’s edge and buried his face between her legs, I felt my own cock straining against my towel. Other men began touching her. Their hands on her breasts and thighs, cocks pressed against her lips. She reached for them eagerly, taking one into her mouth while stroking another.
That’s when it hit me: I wasn’t just watching my wife have sex with other men. I was watching her become someone new entirely. The Skylar I knew was confident and sexual, but this version was something else. She was a goddess of desire, commanding attention and worship from every man in the room.
And I was responsible for unleashing her.
The thought should have terrified me. Instead, it made me harder than I’d ever been in my life.
When they moved to the cabana, the exhibition reached a new level. Skylar positioned herself in the center of that circular bed like a queen holding court. Nine erect cocks surrounded her—different shapes, sizes, colors—all pointing toward my wife like compass needles finding true north.
I moved closer then, drawn by forces I couldn’t explain. I needed to see her face, needed to read her expression. Was she okay? Was this too much? But when our eyes met across that sea of masculine flesh, she smiled. Not nervous nor apologetic, but with a confidence I had never seen in her before.
That smile told me everything. She wasn’t enduring this experience. She was reveling in it.
