It was the end of a long day, and I'd been on my feet for most of it. When I got home, you can imagine how annoyed I was to see several cars parked outside the house. I thought maybe my husband had some of the guys from the golf club over, and I was in no mood to entertain. He'd have to be happy with me making a quick appearance, then heading for a bath and then bed. When I walked in the door, my husband greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and led me to the lounge, where four men were waiting. I looked at them and joked, "What is this, an intervention?

The men chuckled and exchanged glances. My husband leaned in and told me, "Your birthday is coming up soon, and I wanted to do something special. Remember that fantasy you told me about when we first started dating?" He then signalled to the four waiting men. I looked at him wide-eyed, and then the realisation hit me, and a smile crept across my face. "Well, I did want to get off my feet," I said to my husband. My husband patted me on my arse and told me, "Then you better go get ready. We'll be in soon."

Five minutes later, I was sitting naked on the edge of the bed when my husband and the four men came in. They were also naked and, judging by their hard cocks, looking forward to this just as much as I was. They gathered around me, and I took that as my cue to get down on my knees and start sucking and stroking their gorgeous cocks. I made sure to pay special attention to my husband as a thank you for making my fantasy come true. When I was confident they were good and ready, I crawled up onto the bed, got comfortable and asked, "Who's first?"

The first man, a stocky, hairy little man, joined me on the bed. He wasted no time, throwing my legs over his shoulders and pounding me hard. He knew what he wanted and was not shy about getting it. His take-charge style took me by surprise, as I'm the one who usually calls the shots in the bedroom, but I have to admit I liked it. I looked over at my husband, who was stroking his rock-hard cock as he watched his wife get piledriven by a stranger. Seeing him getting off while watching me fuck another man was a huge turn-on. The first session ended with my rugged new friend shooting a hot load all over my face.

The second man was the complete opposite of the first, slight and hairless. My husband knew what I liked and set out to find me the perfect partners to fulfil my fantasy. The second session wasn't quite as intense as the first. I suspect this one was more used to taking cock than giving it. I took the time to admire his boyishly handsome face, then drew him in and kissed him passionately. His kissing more than made up for his inexperience in topping and made for a more intimate encounter which ended with him drowning my tits with jizz.

The third man was very similar in appearance to my husband, fit and handsome. We'll have to have this one back for a threesome, as I've often fantasised about being fucked by two of my husband. As I stared into his big brown eyes, it was as if I was staring into my husband's eyes. I even called him by my husband's name, which I'm sure was a big ego boost for him. Just wait until I tell him his clone does fuck quite as good as him. There will be no living with him. The third session came to an end with my husband's doppelganger cumming on my belly.

The fourth guy was a bald, chubby guy. Ladies, trust me when I say "more cushion for the pushin' goes both ways, and I love the feeling of a bald head. I ran my hands all over his head while he fucked me, slow and deliberately, and I felt the extra weight behind every thrust. I looked over at my husband again. He looked like a wild animal in a cage, pent up and longing to run wild. I locked eyes with him as my bald battering ram continued to fuck me hard and slow, finishing by coating my tiny cock with wet, sticky cum.

And finally, my husband. I was no longer his little woman. I was the filthy whore who he watched get fucked by four men and covered in their cum. We proceeded to have the best sex we've had since we first started dating. He didn't hold back out of fear of hurting me, and I took it all and silently dared him to go further with just the look in my eyes. I knew that tomorrow it was going to hurt, but right now, all I cared about was the pleasure. Just when I thought I'd reached my limit, it mercifully ended with him finishing inside me.

A wave of fatigue hit me, and I don't remember much after that. Just my husband wiping me down with moist towelettes and putting me under the covers. I slept well into the next afternoon and awoke sore but satisfied. And so that's how the train club came to be. With a rotating group of members, we meet a couple of times a year (to give me a chance to recover) for some messy fun. Me and my husband's sex life has improved dramatically since starting the club by reigniting our passion after 10 years of marriage.