"Fill it to the Rim!" My wife Gwen and I have a very giving relationship. She gives me her ass, and I give her jewelry. Well, it's not quite that simple. A few years ago, we worked out a plan whereby she can have any piece of jewelry that catches her eye, so long as she "earns" it a special way. And she's a jewelry freak from the 'git-go', let me tell you. Of course, those rubies and emeralds and diamonds DO look good on her when she's dressed to kill, so I can't really complain. And I pull in enough money so that's not really the problem. We just decided that I could satisfy my kinks and she could satisfy her lust for gems at the same time. It all started one day when we where shopping downtown, and she spotted a ruby-studded bracelet in a shop window. She just had to have it, and wouldn't take no for an answer. Now, it's always been very difficult for me to deny her anything, especially when she looks up at me with those dreamy blue eyes and lets her yellowed-blonde hair fall over her face. I looked down at her and laughed. "Ok, Ok, stop begging. You can have it. But you have to earn it." "I'll do anything, anything. What do you want, breakfast in bed, a fancy steak dinner, a night out with the boys, anything, just say the word." I grabbed her around the waist. "Actually, a night out with the boys doesn't sound bad. But I want YOU to have it, not me." "What! Me? What're you talking about, you sex fiend?" She knew my leanings well. I explained what I wanted. At first, her eyes widened and I think she almost pulled out of the deal, but then I saw her steal a glance at the bracelet again, and then notice some of the other pieces in the window, and the little gears in her head started whirring. "You mean, if I want any piece of jewelry, ANY piece, that's what I have to do?" "That's it. It's not impossible. It may not be the regular way to earn a gift like that, but we're talking a couple thousand a pop, aren't we now?" "Hmmmmm." She bit her lower lip and her eyebrows furrowed. "You'll take care of all the details? They've got to be clean." "Think I don't know that? I'd never risk a hair on your pretty little head, you know that." Finally, she nodded. "OK. I'll do it." "What piece do you want?" She pointed at the ruby bracelet. "I still want that bracelet first." "OK. But you get it afterwards. And if you fail, it goes back. After we clean it, of course. You wait here." She agreed. I went in and bought it, slipped it into my coat pocket and joined her back out in the street. Later that week, I set it up. I have a friend who runs a club in the next town, and he was only too glad, once I offered him $1500 for the use of his club for one night , to set it all up for us. I had a notice printed up with a "signup sheet" which he passed to his regular customers and any others he knew could be trusted with the knowledge. The club would be closed to the general public, of course. Only "approved guests" were to be admitted. The wheels were in motion. I built a small tray out of clear plexiglass to hold the bracelet. It was just large enough to fit in, laying perfectly flat and stretched out. I also rented a portable testing machine to run the guys through. We've always been careful in that regard, I must say, even though our usual choice of volunteers is not in a high risk group. You just never know. Finally, the appointed night arrived. We drove over to the club in the Jag, and I held the bracelet in its' little "canoe" on the console of the car. Even in the dark, you could see the gems sparkle and glimmer in the overhead street lights. I rubbed Gwen's thigh. "Nervous?" "A little. Fuck, you know what you're asking me to do." "Yeah. But it's not like it's the first time." "First time for this many." "After the first dozen or so you probably won't even feel them." "The hell I won't!" she grinned. The club was set up just like I'd asked. Dan had also had the bench built, to my spec's. It was a padded affair, with one side about six inches higher than the other, about two feet wide and four feet long. The chrome eyebolts at the bottom of the back legs and the front of the padded top gleamed in the lights. The padded part was trapezoidal, wider at the back than the front, like a truncated triangle, and about three feet off the ground. I held Gwen's hand as we went up to it. I started taking off her clothes as I talked. "You all know why we're here. You also know the rules. No rough stuff." Her blouse came off. "You get five minutes apiece. If you aren't finished by then, you go back to the end of the line and wait your turn. If you're up to it, you can go as many times as you like." Then the bra. Her breasts shone with a light sheen of sweat. I tweaked one nipple. It rose to the occasion. "No substitution. Your dicks only go in one hole tonight. If she say's you're in the wrong hole, out you go." I dropped her skirt to the floor. I could sense the anticipation building. "If you need help, you can go around front, but that's only for getting it hard." I tugged her panties down over her stockings. I didn't know how long the thigh-highs would stay up, but I thought they looked sexy on her. She kept her heels on. I led her to the bench and bent her over it. I attached the cuffs on the back legs to her widespread ankles, and each wrist was chained to an eyebolt on the padded top. She was bent over it, her ass in the air, her upper body leaning down at an angle, her arms outstretched. She was almost ready to go. I reached into my pocket for the lube, unscrewed the top and placed the end of it at her opening. Squeezed. "Ahhhhh" Gwen groaned slightly. "It's cold!" I turned to the line of men. "Ok, who's first?" The first man stood up behind her, dropped his pants and slowly slid his cock into my wife's rectum. Oh, she's got a great asshole, let me tell you. She knows just how to squeeze it to pull the cum out of your balls. Silky smooth. I'd say over the years, she's had about three hundred different cocks in her colon, and her ass is as tight today as it was when she was sixteen years old and I was the first cock she took up her hershey highway. That's how she was earning this bracelet. An anal gang bang to end all anal gang bangs. Every guy would cum in her ass. I watched the guy fuck her. He pushed into her over and over, and I heard her grunt each time he bottomed out. His cock came out shiny each time. I'd given her four complete enemas that afternoon, so I knew she was as clean inside as she could be. By the last one, the water ran out clear as it went in. The first guy came in her ass with a groan and a sigh. He turned to me, winked and pulled out, making way for the next guy in line. I looked around the club. There were about seventy or eighty guys there so far. One of Dan's waitresses was administering the blood tests to each guy as he signed up. She was also a nurse, so I knew she knew what she was doing. I turned back to watch my wife get her ass fucked. I think she came during the fourth or fifth one, I couldn't be sure. After the first dozen, I waved the line to a halt for a second and walked over to check her out. Her asshole was stretched open to about the diameter of a quarter. I put a finger in and felt around. It was wet and slimy and hot, just like I knew it would be. I stirred it around and pulled my finger out. I walked around to the front of her. "How're you doing?" "Ummmmmmmmm...." She looked up at me with a glassy, heavy-lidded glance. "I came. Twice." "Good." I held the finger out. "Lick." She opened her mouth, and I put the slimy finger in. She licked it clean and swallowed. It was a taste she'd gotten used to. Luckily for her. I started the line again. About forty-five minutes later, she'd had thirty-six guys dump their loads in her rectum. A good dozen or so had had her suck them hard. I decided to take a turn. They say familiarity breeds contempt, but the feel of her ass around my cock only made me feel great. Gwen's got a great pussy, and gives marvelous head, but give me her ass any time. She's just that kind of girl that loves to get fucked in the ass. I know they're rare, but I found one. And I treat her right. Shit, she's got over a hundred grand worth of jewelry back at the house in the safe. The line kept moving. Black, white, brown, they all got a shot at her. Gwen's ass is an equal opportunity fuck hole. A couple of them got a little rough, and we had to calm them down, but for the most part, they behaved. Hell, they were getting a free assfuck from a beautiful, willing woman, they had no reason to shitheads. One guy tried to stick his finger up her cunt, but she wiggled around, yelled at him to cut it out, and he did. Gwen's funny that way. I'm the only guy she'll let up her pussy. I've seen her take half a dozen complete strangers, truck drivers, delivery men, whoever, up her ass in a row without complaint. I once watched her give head to and swallow the loads of nine guys at a party one night, and not one of them ever got near her pussy. I'm the only one whose ever visited that territory. Cool, huh? By midnight, she was starting to slosh. Because of some of the guys taking seconds and even a couple of thirds, I'd lost count after sixty or so. I even went again myself. By now, of course, her sphincter had given up all hope of closing up for the night. As each guy finished off and pulled out, you could see the dark tunnel of her rectum, slightly red around the edges. A small stream of white dripped out occasionally, pulled out by a retreating dick. No doubt about it, she was filling up. By the time two o'clock rolled around, there was hardly anybody left who hadn't cum at least once in her ass, and like I said, there were a bunch who managed two or more. Each time a guy went up and dropped his log in her poop chute, she grunted a little less. I'm sure she was getting sloppy. Hell, a hundred and fifty ass fucks in one night will wear anybody out. Finally, I think everybody had a turn. Or two. Or three. A bunch of the guys had left, but a lot stayed to see everything to the bitter end, to make a bad joke.... When there were no more takers, I went up and toweled off Gwen's face. She had sweated under the lights, even though the guys did most of the work. I think she came about twenty times, too, from the look in her eyes. "Are you ready?" "...oh fuck...oh fuck....yeah. Goddam, my ass feels like you could drive a truck up it." I looked back at it and nodded to her. "Yes, you could. " I unhooked her wrists and legs. "Don't stand up yet." We pushed the bench away and I slowly turned my wife to face the crowd. I showed her the bracelet in its' little clear tray. "Think you can do it?" "Shit, it feels like I could float a freakin' battleship." I smiled at her use of the word. "OK, here we go." I held the plastic tray up against her butt and she pushed and slowly crouched down. As expected, a river of semen flowed out of her overused asshole. It burbled and bubbled out of her, dripping into the tray with audible plops and squishes. She farted noisily. That's to be expected, with so much air up inside of her. It was a treat, watching a fart blow a sperm bubble out of her anus like that. She leaked for a full minute, forcing the milky fluid from her lower intestine. I watched the last few drops leak out, and her anus slowly closed back shut. I slid one finger in and out to make sure she was empty. Then I looked down at the tray with its' oddly juxtaposed cargo - a $2600 bracelet submerged by about half a pint of semen. "Well, looks like you did it. It's covered." Gwen gave a little squeal of delight. "Just one last step." I handed her the tray. She gingerly reached in with one delicate hand and pulled the bracelet from its' spermy bath, inspecting the fluid carefully. She looked me in the eye. I nodded. She turned to the crowd and slowly raised the tray to her lips. It took her five swallows, but she got it all down.