My girlfriend fucked them all

I reluctantly started removing my clothes. Shell shocked that my very naked girlfriend invited four horny frat boys into the hot tub with her. At least one of them stripped completely naked, the rest remained in their underwear. I chose to only go down to my underwear as well. I tucked my clothes under the cover the hot tub so they weren’t buried by the still falling snow. I couldn’t lose the keys to the cabin or else we’d all be screwed.

I climbed into the hot tub. Everyone had to shift to accommodate another body in the confined space. Two guys closed in on either side of Monica, keeping me as fall away as possible from my naked girlfriend.

The curly blonde handed me a Red Bull can to use as a chaser to the Jager that was being passed around. The thick syrup sloshed from the bottle into my mouth. The black licorice taste reminded me of all the bad decisions I made. None worse than telling my girlfriend she had to show off her naked body to these guys though.

Monica laughed as I coughed between the pull and the chaser. “Reminds you of college doesn’t it!? I did a lot of scandalous things after drinking Jager back in the day.”

The guy closest to her laughed, “Back in the day? How old are you?”

“24,” Monica answered, “And even though I graduated college two years ago, it seems like a long time.”

“What crazy things did you do,” the tatted bro asked anxiously.

Monica bit her lower lip. Her brown eyes stared at me through the haze of the bubbling water, trying to discern how I felt when she said, “I don’t know how my boyfriend will feel about hearing about the naughty things I did in college. I had quite a hot summer a couple years ago.”

She had never talked about any of her previous sexual partners before. Her sexually history was a mystery to me. And I admit I was very curious but always too afraid to ask. The competitor in me wanted to know I how compared to her exes, especially in bed. There was almost a little part in me that I was ashamed of, a desire to know how my girlfriend performed with other men. Did she do the same acts with them? Was she more conservative or was she slutty and wild? Was she only my little slut, or has she been a little slut for every guy she’s been with?

I cleared my throat, “I don’t mind you talking about it.”

Her eyebrows rose in surprised. Her eyes searched my face, making sure I was serious. She didn’t want her past to make me jealous or insecure. She didn’t want to say something that she would regret. After confirming that I really didn’t mind, she smiled and playfully commanded, “Pass me the bottle. I need another shot to conjure some more memories.”

She lifted the bottle to her lips. How many guys have those lips kissed? How many cocks have those lips wrapped around? She winked seeing me stared at her, and took a big gulp. She quickly followed with a drink of her Red Bull, the can looking way too reminiscent of a cock in her hand.

She looked around to the four guys surrounding her in the hot tub as she told her story, but made eye contact with me, every time her view passed me.

“A couple summers ago I finally opened up sexually. I used to have a lot of Catholic guilt the few times I had sex, but one of my girlfriends gave me a new perspective, and really freed me from that. There was one weekend in particular I did something slutty, and didn’t feel any shame about it at all. I fucked three guys three nights in a row. No! No! That’s not what I mean. I didn’t have a foursome three nights in a row! I had sex with a different guy three days in a row.”

“That’s not wild. That’s a typical weekend for me,” the tatted guy said.

“Yeah. You’re always banging guys over the weekend,” one laughed.

“I meant chicks dude! I have a new chick every night!” The guy splashed at his friend.

“Sure. Maybe you do,” Monica said, definitely not believing his bravado. “Well three guys in three nights was A LOT for me. At that point in my life, I hadn’t even fucked three guys total!”

“Okay okay,” the tatted guy conceded. “This was the beginning of your slut phase. Every slut has to have a start.”

Monica gave him a not gentle and not playful slap on the cheek, not full **** but enough to know that she was serious. “Don’t call me a slut.”

He rubbed his cheek, “I’m sorry. I’ll be more respectful.”

The Jager bottle return to me, feeling half empty already. I took a drink, and watched Monica across the hot tub. I didn’t want to miss a second of her story.

“So Thursdays were a big drinking night, the bars had a lot of specials, which didn’t really matter because I knew the bartender and he rarely made me pay for my drinks. Well one night, I stayed until closing time and offered to help him clean up. After the doors were locked, he led me into the back area. We made out then he bent me over an empty keg and railed me.”

My heart pounded in my chest. My girlfriend was talking about being railed by another man. I could easily picture it. And that picture started filling my dick. Monica must have noticed the excitement in my face, and winked at me. She invited four horny guys into the hot tub with her, and now she was talking about getting railed. Who was this girl?

“That was night one. The next night, Friday, I was at the same bar with my friends. I ran into a guy I knew from high school (well I more than just knew him: He had taken me to homecoming one year). He was definitely shocked to see me, and was amazed at how I looked. I had grown out of my awkward phase, and had really glowed up. He wasn’t looking too shabby himself. He still had a great body. We ended up going back to my apartment and banging on the kitchen floor.”

Monica laughed to herself at the memory. The wanting and desire was so overwhelming they couldn’t make it to her bedroom.

“What has you smiling like that?” One of the frat guys asked.

Monica was straight cheesing. She could not get the huge grin off her face. “Well when we dating in high school, we had only ever made out, nothing more. That Friday night I found out he was endowed with some would call a blessing, and what I would call a curse.”

“The guy had a big dick!?” The frat guys couldn't contain their excitement. Neither could I. My cock was rock hard beneath the raging water.

“Huge,” answered Monica. “And I only call it a curse because he was too dumb to know how to use it. He couldn’t even get the right sized condom. He knocked up the next girl he hooked up with. I was lucky it wasn’t me.”

My girlfriend couldn’t stop grinning at the memory of a huge dick. A dick that had her moaning and squirming on a kitchen floor. She literally took a sip of her Red Bull and fanned herself. Her cheeks were flushed red from the memory.

That was the moment that I learned my girlfriend and future wife had a fetish for big penises.

“Alright,” one of the frat guys summarized. “Night one: fucked in the back room of a bar by the bartender. Night two: fucked by a huge cock on the kitchen floor. Night three better be wild.”

Monica calmed herself and reset, “Saturday was actually the most tame. I went on a date with a guy, another one I had dated before but had never hooked up with. We went to a nice dinner, movie, ice cream, then drinks back at his place. After making out on the couch, I decided to make the first move. I took his penis out of his pants, and gave him a blowjob, but that was just the start. He picked me up and carried me to his room. The sex was really nice. He was gentle then rough. He also lasted a really long time, especially compared to the previous two nights. We actually cuddled and fell asleep. In the morning, we had round two.”

I finished off the last of the Jager and tossed the bottle into the snow. Monica’s eyes interrogated me, wanting to know the effect her story had on me. Do I think she’s a slut? Do I still want to be her boyfriend? Did she ruin her image of being a sweet girl? Did she mess up?

In answer to her questioning eyes, I reached beneath the water, and found her foot. I placed in directly on my throbbing erection. Her eyes widened!

You liked that?

I liked that.

I really did enjoy hearing about her past. I didn’t think any less of her. It was a turn on.

Monica smiled, and I could see her mind racing.

If Chandler liked that story—got so turned on by that story—what else would he like? Maybe Chandler asked me to show off my body to these strange guys, because he was into that. Maybe inviting these boys into the hot tub wasn’t a punishment for Chandler like I thought, maybe I just added hot fudge to his ice cream.

Monica’s drunken mind stumbled through all the possibilities.__

Does my boyfriend want to see me with other men? Is he going to get off on this? If he wants it, then I should do it. No big deal. I love Chandler. This would just be sex. Like pleasuring myself with a dildo while he watched. He likes to watch me get off. This is just another version of that. He’ll love it. If he doesn’t want me to do it, he’ll stop it.

Monica was drunk and not thinking right. She had made an outrageous connection. She thought I wanted to see her hook up with other guys. And she wanted to be a good girlfriend and give me what I wanted.

She didn’t ask me if that’s what I wanted. I was too drunk to know what she was thinking. By the time I realized what was happening it was too late…and I was enjoying the show too much.

She moved her sultry stare to each of the frat guys, “Did you guys like my story? Three guys in three nights was a lot for me.”

“Oh that story was hot.”

“You’re hot.”

“I’m not judging. Sounds like you had fun.”

“Not gonna lie. I’ve been stroking beneath the water.”

Monica turned her head to the tatted guy beside her who said this, “Oh really?” Her arm cut through the water to his lap. “Oh my. You are hard.”

My girlfriend was touching another man’s cock right in front of me. And I only stared dumbfounded. The guy couldn’t believe it either, and looked at me nervously, afraid that I was about to attack him.

Monica looked at each of the guys, “This jager has me feeling wild. What do you guy think about setting a new record for me? Five guys in one night.”

They laughed nervously. This could not be real: this curvy brunette asking them if they would all like to fuck her tonight. They didn’t answer quickly enough for her. Monica stood up out of the hot tub. Water rained down from her steaming glorious tits. Her perfect nipples were hard against the wind. She said, “I’m not joking. I’ll ride each of you. Right here in this hot tub.”

She winked at me and smiled. She thought I wanted this.

And I didn’t speak up to say I didn’t want it.

The tatted guy whose dick she was holding yelled, “Hell yeah!”

Monica sloshed to the front of him. She sat down in his lap. Her eyes stared into mine the entire time. I knew the exact moment he had penetrated her. Her eyes briefly widened, and the guy groaned. She put her hands on her knees, pushing her soft tits together and ground her pussy on his cock as she stared at me.

She mouthed, “I love you.” Then closed her eyes in pleasure as the guy thrusted up into her.

Before the guy could come, she got off his lap. She asked, “Who’s next?”

They all raised their hands. Monica chose the closest. She rode him the exact same way: her back to the guy, her eyes always on me. This guy massaged her big tits as she fucked him. Make no mistake: she was fucking these guys; they were not fucking her.

The first guy groaned as he came in his stroking hand as he watched Monica. The second guy tapped out, and Monica hopped off him right before he came. Sperm now swam in the bubbling water around me. Thank god Monica was on birth control. I was drunk and not thinking about it at the time, but we definitely both got tested immediately afterwards.

Monica changed things up for the third one. She straddled his lap facing him. The guy motorboated and sucked on her tits. Her hips made waves with the movements. God she was running through these guys, her tight pussy overwhelming them. She went from fucking three guys in three nights to fucking three guys in three minutes.

And I wasn’t stopping her.

I just watched her curvy body ride and dominate these frat boys. My girlfriend making them come so quickly. My hot sexy girlfriend making them explode onto themselves. Monica couldn’t have looked hotter.

She stepped to the final frat boy, breast stroking through the water. The curly headed blonde, the nicest of the bunch, the most polite fraternity brother, the one who made a honest mistake and worked to fix it, sat right next to me. He hadn’t even taken his underwear off yet. Monica did it for him, and reached under the water.

I’ve never seen her eyes get so big. “Oh my! Last but definitely not least. Stand up of the water so I can see this beast.”

Oh fuck. My girlfriend called his dick a beast. And when he stood up out of the water, I saw that she was under describing it. It was a fucking monster. A dick too big for porn because it looked photoshopped. Water poured off it like it was a breaching nuclear submarine. I swear the water level of the hot tub sunk when he took his dick out.

Monica was left speechless. Her face has only looked that stunned, excited and happy once since I’ve known her, and that was when I proposed. His fraternity brothers were not speechless though.

“Holy fuck bro!”

“You cannot be serious with that dick!”

“That is not real! That’s a prosthetic for sure! Stop shaming us bro.”

“I thought I had a big dick, but it turns out I got a fucking shrimp.”

“We’re all shrimps to that Killer Whale. Holy fuck bro. No way that will fit inside her tight pussy.”

“Oh it’s definitely fitting,” Monica said. “I’m more than warmed up. But we’re doing a different position. Get behind me.”

Monica stood right in front of me, put her hands to either side of my shoulders, gripped the hot tub and bent over. Her tits dangled toward the water. Her face hovered inches from mine, her wet brunette hair swinging in strands.

The curly blonde lumbered over behind my girlfriend, his massive dick flopping barely able to hold up its own weight. He steadied himself with one hand on Monica’s hip as he guided himself in.

Monica gasped, “Ohmygod,” and squeezed her eyes shut.

I whispered, “Open your eyes babe. I want to watch your face as you get fucked by this massive cock.”

She opened them and stared into my eyes. I saw every grimace of pain, every wash of pleasure in her face as this frat boy railed her right in front of me. She moaned wildly with each long thrust. Her big tits bounced. I wished I could’ve seen it. I still don’t know how she took that entire cock, like stuffing a wine bottle in bottom-first. When she orgasmed she couldn’t control her screams, she wrapped her arms around me and bit into my shoulder.

I commanded the frat boy with the jumbo jet cock to keep fucking her hard until he filled her with his cum. After that command, it didn’t take him long. He pounded deep into her over and over until he was groaning. His legs collapsed and he fell back into the water. His frat boys helped him up.

I helped Monica up into my lap. She straddled me and I inserted myself into her well used pussy, so hot and slick from another man’s cum. She rode me and we made out. Between kisses we kept sighing that we loved each other. Her soft body squished against mine. I couldn’t be in her any deeper. I held her tightly.

“You’re mine,” I said thrusting up into her.

Monica moaned, “I’m all yours Chandler. I’m your little slut to use however you want. I’ll even fuck other guys for your pleasure.”

“You’re fucking incredible,” I groaned.

We fucking made love in that hot tub immediately after she fucked four strange frat bros. The night I knew I would marry this girl. If she fucked four guys because she thought I would enjoy it, then there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for me or our family.

The guys must have realized they didn’t exist to us anymore. We were in our own world of love. They got out of the hot tub, found their clothes buried in the snow, got in their car and left with a story that no one would ever believe, just a memory they could share for the rest of their life.

The were long gone before I finally came inside of Monica. I don’t know if I ever came harder. We put her birth control pills to the test that night.

Our bodies pruned as we cuddled in the hot water. I said, “You didn’t have to fuck those guys. I didn’t want that.”

Monica fingers drummed on my dick, “Your mind might have said that, but your dick definitely wanted it. I’ve never felt you so hard. Admit it: seeing me fuck those boys was a turned on for you. You would have never agreed to show off my body to get those guys to leave if you didn’t mind showing me off.”

“It was hot,” I admit. “But I don’t know if I want to make a thing of this. You’re too hot to share.”

“Fine. I won’t make any assumptions again. But if you want me to do it again, all you have to do is ask,” Monica said.