Nervously I licked my lips. The short black satin dressing gown felt strange on my skin. David had bought it for this special occasion. Another Christmas spent at his parents. Another Christmas with the barely veiled hostility towards me… And this afternoon he had checked us into this hotel.

Any moment now he would enter the bare hotel room with five strangers. Five men who would fuck me.

I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about it. He had planned everything, booked the room, bought the dressing gown. Slowly I got up, walked about to ease my tension. Yes, being fucked by David and Ryan was great. And I had missed it for the last couple of month since Ryan had been deployed. Did David just assume ‘the more the better’? Did he think it didn’t matter to me who fucked me? But I would not back out. I had seen the look in his eyes when he told me about this special Christmas gift. When he told me he would just watch to keep me safe there had been this look in his eyes… longing. He wanted to watch me getting fucked by these guys.

The opening of the door startled me. David entered first. The five strangers followed. The first one was young and ginger, two older men with grey speckled hair followed, the last two blonde, I couldn’t even guess their age.

As the door closed behind them I shivered. Even if I had wanted to chicken out… it was too late now.

“This is Alex, my wife.” David introduced me. “She’s never done this before, she’s not very loud, but, “ he noticed my frown and kissed me passionately, squeezed my butt cheeks. “She definitely enjoys being fucked.”

“Hiya,” I smiled a nervous smile. The men nodded politely. I noticed the ginger lad looked as if he was about to throw up. Maybe it was his first time too.

How do you start this? Would I have to make a start? One of them?

The two older men just started to undress. “Don’t worry.” one of them said. “Joe and me have plenty of experience.” He hadn’t bothered with underwear and as soon as he took his pants off I saw his cock.

I swallowed hard, stood like frozen. David stepped behind me, unfastened the belt of my dressing gown. “This is for you”, he whispered in my ear. “And for me, “ in my other ear. With soft pressure he slid the slippery material off my body. He placed a soft kiss on my neck. “Don’t be ashamed, enjoy it.”

By now all the men were naked, looking at me. Joe – at least I assumed he was Joe – stepped towards me. He placed his hands on my tits, rubbed the nipples with his thumbs.

I closed my eyes. More hands on my body. Fingers exploring my skin, brushed the scar which made me flinch.