Putting it back together.

Daren and Anna had, to all who could see, a perfect suburban life.

But Daren had known something was wrong for a while.

Worse yet, he knew what he needed to do to fix it.

Sex had never been their problem, until recently. In fact, it had been exactly the opposite.

They first met, years ago, on campus.

Daren was the most average guy anyone had ever met. He'd only had one girlfriend, and only once had he "hooked up" with anyone. It wasn't that he was unattractive, or weird, just that he was the kind of guy a girl was interested in once she decided she wanted a husband.

Anna, on the other hand, was known by everyone. Tall, thin, blonde, with shockingly perfect natural breasts, she might've been the most popular woman on campus. Captain of the cheer squad and part-time model, every girl on campus wanted to be her.

Every guy on campus wanted to be with her.

And many of them had.

She had a well-earned reputation for being unbelievably wild. Anna sneaking off with some guy at a party to have very loud sex had stopped shocking people very early in her college career. She had a world-class body, and she enjoyed every inch of it.

Which is why it was more than a surprise when people started seeing her with Darren.

They'd been paired up for an advanced chemistry class, and immediately hit it off. Darren thought he won the sexual lottery when she came over to his place to study, and ended up blowing him instead. At first, he figured he was just next in line, but she kept coming back. Again and again and again. And then she was spending the night, and before he knew it, they were dating.

By graduation, they were engaged. Somehow, improbably, he had landed the hottest girl on campus.

He got a good job, no surprise, and they moved away, settling into a perfect suburban life. Anna worked, for a while, but once they had kids, she decided to stay home. By all appearances, it was perfect.

And the sex didn't stop, at least for a long time. Anna was insatiable, even after the kids, and she certainly kept that amazing body. Darren couldn't believe how lucky he was.

Until, one day, he was hit by a sick realization. They hadn't had sex in months. He couldn't even remember the last time. It was the one area they never needed to put in any effort, and suddenly, it was gone.

Trying to be the good husband, he arranged for someone to watch the kids, and planned a romantic weekend away. He booked the spa, paid for the expensive dinner, took her out dancing. Back in the room, they finally had sex, but it was the most lifeless, quiet sex he could ever remember.

Now he was certain something was very, very wrong. He knew he had to ask.

"Anna, baby," he started, sitting up in bed, "is everything ok?"

"Yes, of course," she replied, absently.

"Are you sure?" he pressed further.

"Yeah, of course. Why do you ask?"

"Anna, sweetheart, we haven't had sex in months, and you barely seemed to notice. Or care."

Anna sat up, pulling the sheets up to her chest and crossing her knees in front of her. "I...I know."

"Are you just not into me anymore?" Darren asked, terrified.

"Of course I am!" she exclaimed.

"Then...what? Are you just not interested in sex anymore?"

"No, it isn't that. It definitely isn't that."

"Then what!" Darren exclaimed, vocally frustrated.

"Do you...do you promise you won't get mad?" she asked, staring down at the bed.

"I promise," he replied, putting his hand on her knee. "You can tell me anything. We can fix anything."

Anna kept staring at the bed. "It's not that I'm not horny. In fact, I've been uncontrollably horny, for a while."

"So why have we been in this dry spell? What happened?"

"A while back, you and the kids were all gone one day, and I was working on my tan out by the pool. I must have fallen asleep, because I had this dream. A sexy dream."

"That doesn't sound so bad." Darren replied, trying to sound hopeful.

"It wasn't, but it was a different dream. I was having sex. You were there."

"I was there?"

"Yes. I was...I don't know. Please don't be mad."

"Baby, you can't control your dreams," he reassured her. "What was it?"

"I was being, I was having sex with a bunch of men. Like, a gang bang. I was so turned on, when I woke up, I ran into the house, and found my laptop. I found a video, online, of a woman getting taken by three men, and it was so hot. Baby, it was like back in the day. I was so turned on, I couldn't control myself."

"What did you do?"

"I got out one of my dildos, you know the one with the suction cup on the end, and I stuck it to the wall. And then I took the other one, the smooth one, and I...I pretended."

"You pretended? To have a threesome?"

"Yes, I guess. I came so hard, baby. I was just so turned on. And ever since..." her voice trailed off.

"You do this a lot?" Darren asked, his heart sinking in his chest.

"Almost every day, honestly. I can't stop. It's like it's the only thing that turns me on."

Darren didn't know what to say. He reassured her everything was fine, and he held her as she fell asleep. He hoped it would fix things, just to get it out on the table.

But it didn't.

Things went right back to the way they'd been. She was just...uninterested.

And so, one day, he found an excuse to sneak into the house in the middle of the day. At first, he wondered if she was home. The house was silent, until he started walking down the hall, towards their room.

That's when he heard the unmistakable sound of a woman moaning. It wasn't Anna, though, he was sure of that. Creeping down the hall, he could see the bedroom door was open.

He couldn't see the TV, but he knew what it was. A girl was moaning and gagging. He could hear all sorts of male voices grunting and saying things. But that didn't matter.

What mattered was what was happening in the middle of their king sized bed. Anna had on black lingerie, bunched around her hips. She was wearing black garters - his favorite - and matching stockings. She was facing the TV, on all fours, thrusting her hips back against something on the headboard. In front of her, there was a large, black dildo, he'd never seen before. She was sucking it as if her life depended upon it. In one hand, another dildo, which she was pretending to jerk off.

She was groaning and moaning into the toy, violently fucking the bed. Eventually, she stopped sucking the toy, burying her face into the bed.

"Fuck me," she moaned, softly. "Everyone please fuck me." Then she took the toy back into her mouth.

Darren stood silently, both turned on and terrified. He hadn't seen her this turned on, this out of control, in years. He felt his cock twitch as he watched her shake, overcome with a violent, body-shaking orgasm. She fell forward into the bed, as he crept back down the hall, headed back to work.

When he came home, she acted like everything was normal, which he found terrifying. She really was doing this all the time. It really was the only thing that was turning her on.

Anna didn't want to be like this. She felt out of control, as if a part of her was starving. As soon as the Daren and the kids left, in the morning, she told herself "not today." And yet, by about noon, she was stripped down naked, defiling herself in the silence of the afternoon.

After, she'd feel guilty, as if she'd cheated. She told herself she'd seduce him that night, try and make it right. But night would fall, and she just couldn't.

Worse yet, she felt guilty for lying. He wasn't in the dream. He wasn't in the fantasy at all.

Daren decided he needed to try, to break through this logjam. He bought a gangbang DVD, and asked to watch it together. Anna agreed, and they did, but the sex after was still lifeless. It was as if her mind were somewhere else.

He suggested role playing, pretending to live our her fantasy. She refused, so he asked again. And again. Finally, after too many glasses of wine one night, she was too honest in turning him down.

"Baby, I love you, but nobody wants to get gang banged with their husband."

Daren was crushed.

Anna was crushed. She'd finally admitted something she desperately didn't want to be true. She needed something he couldn't provide. How could they survive this?

Daren was asking himself the same question. Finally, one night, sitting in the dark alone, watching her sleep, he had a terrible, fatal realization. He was afraid they'd fall apart if he gave her what she apparently needed, but he knew they couldn't survive like this.

He felt sick, but he knew what he had to do.

******

It was a warm Saturday. They'd sent the kids to her parents, Daren claiming it was so they could do some yard and house work uninterrupted. He made her a favorite meal, and asked her to dress up for the occasion. Anna was happy to have a chance for connection, even if it wasn't physical. The day was nice, and as he poured her the last of their shared bottle of wine, she was glad they at least could still have this.

Daren struggled to finish his dinner. He'd spent two weeks arranging this, alternating between feeling lost and feeling hopeful this might somehow, magically, fix things.

As his beautiful wife, still model gorgeous, sat across from him, he worried about what was to come. As she glowed in a tight black dress, her breasts shining in the dim dining room light, he tried to forget about the car making its way across town.

As she finished her drink, his phone buzzed. It was time.

Daren stood up, walking along their long dinner table. Anna looked up, smiled, and wondered if he was going to try and seduce her. She resolved to go along, to try and make it work.

Gliding to her side, Daren leaned forward.

"I love you more than anything on earth. I'd do anything to make you happy."

"I know," she whispered in reply.

"Go into our room. There is a box on the bed. Open it, and put on everything you find inside. Can you do that for me?"

Anna nodded, her resolve already wavering.

"There is a chair in the middle of the room. Sit in it, and wait."

Anna stood up, gave him a kiss, and walked towards their room. She felt distinctly unsexy, but she was grateful he was trying. Opening the door to their room, flickering candles were scattered about. When had he done this, she wondered.

On the bed, as promised, was a large white box, wrapped in a purple box. Anna forced herself towards it, untying and flipping open the lid. Inside, under red paper, was a small mound of white fabrics. Pulling the from the box, she found a white lace bra, matching panties, garter, and stockings. At the bottom, a red silk blindfold.

With a sigh, she unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the floor. Taking off her underwear, she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked so good, she knew she did, and she lamented how little she was enjoying her own body. She started putting on her gift.

Across the house, Daren opened the front door. Three men he'd only communicated with online were standing on his doorstep. He quickly waved them inside, worried the neighbors might see.

The tallest, a man named James, reached out and shook Daren's hand. They were, each of them, overwhelmingly friendly and kind. Daren was thankful. A very shady friend of a friend had connected Daren to these men, and he was worried about who might actually arrive.

James had long, dark hair, and was wearing a leather jacket. "You're sure about this, like we discussed?" he asked.

Daren nodded. "You guys all know the rules. You understand why you're here?"

They all nodded in agreement. Behind James, slightly shorter, with short, blonde hair, was Tom. He looked very strong, almost like a body builder. Daren felt a shiver as he realized how much his wife would like him.

Next to Tom was Aaron, a short man with fiery red hair. He had intense eyes, dressed in a black dress shirt and pants. "You're really sure about this, my man?"

Daren nodded again. "This is...our first time, I guess. My wife needs this, that's all I can say. You three just give her what she wants. Take care of her. Whatever she wants."

"Anything she wants?" Tom asked.

"Anything. Except one thing. As we discussed," Daren continued, gesturing to James. "Do not finish in her. Under any circumstances. And if she says to stop, you all agree to stop, right?"

They all nodded. Daren couldn't help but realize he had absolutely on power to enforce that rule.

With a sigh, he pointed towards the hallway, leading away to the far end of their home. "She should be waiting."

"Does she know?" Aaron asked, as they started to walk away.

"No. It's a surprise."

"One hell of a surprise," Tom muttered, as the three men disappeared down the hallway.

At the far end, behind the door, Anna was dressed. Looking in the dresser mirror, she knew she looked amazing. Sitting down softly on the hard wood chair Daren had left for her, sliding the blindfold over her eyes, she thought that maybe letting him take control, maybe giving in entirely, was the key to making this work.

She heard the door open.

Daren, across the house, heard it close. He made his way to the living room, and turned on the TV, hoping it would drown out any sounds. Hoping that soon, this would be over, and things might be different.

Anna sat down on the chair. The wood was cool and hard against her almost bare bottom, exposed through the thong of her gift. She heard the door open, and then close. She took a deep breath, and then felt a warm hand on her shoulder, which then ran its fingers through her long, blonde hair.

"Baby..." Anna started, but a finger on her lips made her silent. Ok, she told herself. Giving in means giving in.

The hand disappeared. She thought she heard some rustling about, but couldn't tell what was happening. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder again, and she could feel a presence behind her. The hand slid gently down her shoulder, and across the top of her left breast. She sighed softly, as the other hand moved down her left shoulder. Soon, both hands were on each of her breasts, pushing her bra down, exposing them. The hands twisted her nipples, which she liked, then grabbed her breasts by the handful.

Then she felt something pushing her knees apart. Her heart skipped a beat. How could she have two hands on her breasts, and another on her leg. What was happening? What was he doing.

"Babe.." she started to speak, but a finger on her mouth again.

Her legs parted, and she felt a pair of lips on the inside of her thighs, just above her stockings. It felt warm, as the hands continued kneading her breasts. She started to breathe harder. Had her husband brought someone into the bedroom with them? Would he ever, without telling her first?

Then she felt a hand, thick and strong, wrap around her wrist, guiding her hand until she felt something thick and warm in it. Wrapping her fingers around it, she started to move her hand back and forth. It felt longer, thicker, than Daren. What was happening? Her mind was overwhelmed with sensation, as her nipples twisted, a tongue running across the bottom of her panties.

The hands left her breasts, and she felt them guide her hand towards another cock. It was long and thin, again, not like Darren. She stroked them both, as her husband, she assumed, licked her panties.

"Baby, this is so unexpected."

The tongue left her, and she felt a pair of strong hands guiding her to her feet. She heard the chair being dragged away, as she was directed to her knees. Sitting back, she reached up to take off her blindfold.

"No," she heard a strong voice direct her. It wasn't her husband.

Before she could speak, she felt something warm and forceful against her lips. Opening them, a hard cock entered her mouth. She slowly started to blow it, as her hands searched for more. She found two sets of legs beside her, and rising up them, a set of hard dicks to match.

She jerked them as she bobbed her head up and down, then turned and put a different one in her mouth. Back and forth she went, from man to man, her heart racing. She felt so sexy, so wanted. It was exactly what she'd been dreaming of.

"Nice and wet, baby," she heard a voice she didn't recognize instruct her. She pulled him from her mouth, feeling a long run of spit still connecting to whomever it was. Then a hand behind her head buried her face, pushing it deep into her throat. She gagged a little, but moaned at the same time. She couldn't remember the last time she was so turned on.

Two of the men disappeared, leaving her with one. Then he pulled himself from her mouth, taking her by the arms. She stood up, as they turned her around. She didn't know where she was in the room, as one set of hands removed her bra, another pulling down her panties.

"Fuck" she muttered, as someone pushed her up onto the bed. She felt a pair of legs on either side of her, as a hand directed her to a cock she couldn't see. She knew what do do, taking it into her mouth, moaning as she did.

Then she felt something behind her, slipping between her lips. Someone, she couldn't know who, was about to enter her. To violate her. To take her married body, and turn it into exactly what she'd been wanting to be.

Out in the living room, Daren sat with the TV on, quietly. He hoped the door would fly open, his wife would come running down the hall, begging him to take her. He hoped she'd stopped them, and decided the fantasy didn't need to be reality.

And then he heard a loud, guttural, lusty scream from down the hall. He heard his wife cry out into the night.

Anna screamed, dropping the cock from her mouth, as it pushed into her.

"Oh my god!" she moaned, her walls being pushed aside, her body suddenly filled with a man.

A hand pushed her mouth back onto a cock, as he started to fuck her from behind. Long, slow strokes, coated whomever it was, her body more liquid than solid. Arching her back, she pushed back onto him, as she bobbed her head up and down. She felt someone lay down next to her. Reaching over, she took him into her hand. She had three men, all to herself, all at once.

The man behind her started to grunt, pushing himself into her harder and harder. Soon, he was fucking her hard enough, she didn't need to move her mouth. He fucked her into the other cock, as she moaned into it. It was more pleasure than she'd ever felt in her life, all these men using her.

She was almost about to cum, as she let the cock slip from her mouth. Laying her head sideways on a leg, she moaned louder and louder.

"Oh fuck" she cried, her body starting to tense, "your cock is so big and thick. You're stretching me out so good. Keep fucking me, I'm going to cum."

The man grunted loudly, as he bounced himself off her ass. "Cum on that big dick," he directed.

Anna cried out as her body went rigid, a mind-altering orgasm shooting across her being. As she came back down, he pushed her forward, a set of arms guiding her up onto the cock in front of her. She climbed on him, her knees high, burying herself on it. It wasn't as thick, but very long.

"SHIT!" she cried out, "I can feel you in my stomach." She could feel the other two men rising to stand next to her. As she bounced up and down, she alternated between them, putting them in her mouth.

The men were a chorus of groans and grunts. It was the sexiest sound she'd ever heard.

Then one of them men disappeared, moving across the bed. She felt him push against her, from behind.

"Oh god...I don't think I can." she moaned, as he lubed up her ass.

"We heard you were the hottest cock whore in town." Someone said. "Isn't that what you wanted? To get all used up?"

He pushed her forward. She fell onto the man she was riding, as she felt someone push against her back door.

"Yes," she muttered.

"Then tell me." He demanded.

Anna pushed back on the man below her. He was so deep, and she was so turned on. "Please" she moaned.

"Please what?"

"Please put it in my ass. I want all three of you in me at the same time."

She felt the hard, warm rod push against her hole. Slowly, it slid open, gently entering her. She expected it to hurt, but instead, it felt like the fullest, hottest, most overwhelming thing she'd ever felt in her life.

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed, as they both started fucking her at the same time. Then the third man put his cock in her mouth, and for the first time in her life, she had three men in her at once. They fucked her violently, using her, grunting and groaning the whole time. She moaned into him, her body shaking in orgasm after orgasm, completely overcome with desire.

Then she felt the cock in her mouth twitch, suddenly filing her with cum. She gagged at first, but swallowed it all, loving the sensation of this man finishing inside her.

The man in her ass grunted, but pulled out. The man beneath her rolled her over, pinning her legs and driving himself into her.

"Fuck," he grunted. "That nasty cunt is going to make me cum."

"Give it to me," she moaned. "I want it so bad. I want all of you."

"Where?" he demanded, his voice desperate.

"Put it in me," she cried out. "Fill me up. I want to be your cum dumpster."

He moaned loudly, grunting and driving himself deep into her. Anna screamed as she felt him flex within her, his seed splashing against the walls of her juicy pussy. It felt amazing, making her cum again.

As he finished, he climbed off, and the thickest cock of them all entered her. She was glad he was last, so she could really feel it. Pulling him close to her, she whispered in his ear, "are you going to add yours?"

He moaned in reply.

"Put it in me. Give me that seed."

He drove himself into her. "Say it louder."

"Give me your cum," she said, forcefully.

"LOUDER!" He demanded.

"Fill me with your cum!" she screamed out, as her walls gripped him. He twitched immediately, his body growing rigid, his thick cock empty itself into her.

Out in the living room, Daren heard his wife shouting, "Empty it into me. Give me it all." It was the one thing he'd asked them not to do, but he knew, there was no telling her no. Not now.

Then the house fell silent, for what felt like forever. A few minutes later, he heard the bedroom door open and close, three sets of footsteps making their way towards him.

Two of the men walked by, silently. James trailed behind. "She's fucking amazing, man. You're a lucky dude. Call us anytime."

As they exited the house, he heard the bedroom door open again. A moment later, his wife stepped into the room. She was naked, except her garter and stockings. He could see how wet the insides of her legs were. Silently, she walked over to him, her eyes fiery. Standing before him, she leaned forward and unbuckled his belt, taking out his dick.

"There it is," she cooed, stroking him. He was instantly hard. Straddling his lap, she lowered herself onto him. Slowly, she slid up and down his shaft, burying his face in her tits.

"Take it back," she told him, as he gripped her hips and thrust himself into her. "Show me who owns this body."

Daren couldn't help how turned on he was, nor how quickly he knew he was going to finish. Angrily, he drove himself up into her, the juices of other men coating his cock.

"Who owns you?" he demanded, slapping her ass.

Anna threw her head back. "You do, baby. I'm all yours."

"Who gets to fuck this pussy?" he asked, nearing the end.

"Anyone you give permission," she cried, her breasts heaving into his face.

With one last grunt, Daren flexed his hips, driving his cum deep into his wife's body.

"OH FUCK YES!" she screamed, her body shaking in the best orgasm yet.

When he finished, she collapsed onto him, both of them trying to catch their breath.

"Baby, this was amazing. It was exactly what I needed. I hope you're up for a lot more tonight. I've never needed you so badly."

Daren smiled, wondering how this could possibly have worked. As she climbed off of him, taking him by the hand and leading him back to the bedroom, he wondered what might lie ahead, but he was sure it was going to be amazing.