the party and the favor

my B had a special day recently... her birthday. i'd told her that bf and -him- were undoubtedly planning something "special" for her... a gangbang, an orgy, a train, a bukkake party, something of that sort. at the very least, a night of the two of them fucking the shit out of her.

she denied it, didn't think they'd do that without her consent, and given that she's been turning them down lately, she didn't think it likely. however, when pressed, she said she was "80% sure" that they weren't planning anything for her.

fuck.

i hate being right.

turns out, they did plan something for her. something very special. something that gives a very good indication of just how far she's been able to bring bf along as she's let the slut out. way back when, at her first gangbang, he had trouble with six guys fucking her.

not so much anymore.

bf and him planned quite the party. when bf drove up in front of the building, late that evening, she asked what was up. he smiled at her and said he had a surprise for her. when pressed, he told her.

what they'd arranged was something that she's very, very fond of. something she -loves- very much. she's a slut and she loves being used, taken, passed around. she loves being just the fuck holes (all three of them) for anyone who'll fuck her.

bf told her: there were between 20 and 40 people in the closed, off-hours bar. a regular party, you might think, right? no, not quite. yes, it was to be a party... and she, B, was to be the party favor. she, and her holes, were to be at the use and disposal of every man and woman at the party. any guy who wanted to fuck any hole? she'd not only be -expected- to give it up to him, but she willingly, gladly, eagerly would. and woman who wanted B to lick her cunt until she came, or fuck B with a strap on? B would eagerly, happily, willingly comply.

she's been a party favor several times, the "entertainment" at a party. she's been the serving cunt at a group of guys watching sports. she served them beer, snacks, food and blowjobs. when she wasn't fetching food or drink, she was on her knees sucking somebody's cock. the first time was with -him-. after she fully integrated -him- into her life/marriage with bf, she got bf to buy into the idea and then he'd arrange similar parties, where she, my B, was nothing more than the cunt, the ass, the mouth and the serving bitch for the men and women at the party. and, since she is, through and through a slut, she loved and loves it.

she didn't go into the party with bf last weekend, out of respect for the time that she and i have been spending together. instead, she blew bf in the car, took him around back and fucked him, then took him home and, in her words, gave him a damn good fucking.

she did lash out at me though, and let me know that she's been giving up "some seriously good fun", some "damn good fucking" for me. she let me know, in no uncertain terms, that she missed being used and fucked by a room full of men and women, that she seriously wanted and missed being used like a slut, like the entertainment, like a party favor.

here's the really confusing part for me. i know, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that she can (and has) fuck 30 men at a time.. can easily, readily and happily be used by 40 men and women in a room, sucking cock, licking pussy, giving up her ass to anyone who wants it. the confusing part is that it kills me, rips me apart at the very seams, that she can tell me this, proudly, and tell me that she misses it, wishes she'd done it. as much as that knowlege kills me? if she was with me, i'd happily set up the same situations for her. if she was my cunt, i'd LOVE watching her slut herself out to a room full of men and women, would LOVE watching her be used by 30 guys, fucked in every hole, passed around from hand to hand. the difference is it's been with -him-, the fucker. if it was with me, i'd be reveling in the scene, proud as proud could be of my slut. instead, every word of her story rips me apart.

my B, my love - party favor. entertainment at a party. slut/cunt/whore/holes to be used by anyone who happens to be in line.

and i love her.