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Just the other day in the subway I saw a very white, blonde woman on the subway with her very blonde husband. They had matching wedding rings. She had a little mocha colored baby in her arms. Does anyone else suspect she cucked her husband with a black man? Her cuckold was most attentive to her and the baby's needs.

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He was one her favorite lovers. His cock was 9 inches and he would pound her pussy raw. I didn't always clean up, usually I just watched and took pictures or a video, but that day was different. I got real horny watching him fuck my wife, then when he finished and rolled off, my wife motioned for me to clean up the cream pie he filled her up with. So like a dutiful cuckolded husband I obeyed my wife, and sucked out every last drop of their love juices mixed together. -->-->-->-->--> Please Hit Like Button To The Right, And Please Leave A Comment -->-->-->-->-->--> ========= It will improve my community reputation rating ==========

I'm with my wife 9 years and approx 7 years we're enjoying this. During this time she had over 30 males. What about your wife??

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We are in the Orlando area, wife is 30, hubby is 50, he can no longer get it going, wife needs real man to fulfill her needs. would like to find a steady guy for her that wants to see her, date her and fuck her often. She is also looking for her first bi experience. Couples that may want to take a sub girl and her sissy hubby for use welcome. Hubby knows his place, wears panties and does as told.

Hi This goes to both bulls and cuckolds like me. I have had a craving the recent days, that someone prints out naked photos of my wife and leaves them in public places (mens bathrooms etc) with some kind of text, maybe some contact information. I dont dare to do this myself, as the men that would find them would live to close tous. But the thought of my wifes innocent pussy being displayed is very humiliating and at the same time makes me very horny. It is a possibility that you give them an email adress that both you and me have access to, so you can read the mail to. Would anybody help me out, or have similar other ideas to play out? (I have more photos)

Me, My gf and my best friend were camping by the lake. It was warm summer night, we found a nice spot between the lake and forest. We have just bought new tents and we put them up. We started grilling, we have just bought one time grill and lots of meat, salads and lot of drinks. There was a tire in the water so we decided to put the drinks into the tire so they could cool a bit. It was late night, around 10PM and it was getting dark, the sun was gone and we decided to go get some sticks so we could set the fire on. We went deeper into the forest and found some sticks and came back and set up the fire. We all got really warm from alcohol and the fire, so we decided to take ourself more nude.. Me and my best friend were wearing boxers and my gf wore bikini, sweet sexy pink bikini. We decided to go swimming, the water was really warm and we swam a bit. We came out the water and decided to drink a bit more, the fire was about to die so they ( my gf and best friend ) decided to go to get some more sticks. I decided to stay at the camping spot, because I was really drunk and didn't want to go into the forest. They were gone a bit time, so I got worried and I went to look for them, I saw a light a bit more far away, when I got near, I saw My Gf on her knees sucking my bestfriends cock, I was mad but same time I felt so fucking turned on, I decided to let them do whatever they were doing and went back to camping spot. It took about 10 minutes before they came with sticks and act like nothing happened. We laughed, made jokes and drunk some more, before I offered to play truth or dare. We started playing, first was my gf, I told her to kiss my bestfriend.. They kissed so passionately and he grabbed her ass hard, we played a little before I offered that maybe we should have a threesome, My gf and bestfriend agreed.. We went to his tent and they started kissing, while I slowly took my girlfriends bikinis off, her top was already naked.. He grabbed her breast hard and I started licking and fingering her pussy, she was already so wet.. When I stopped, I went next to her and wanted to kiss her but she kept kissing him as he got on top of her, I took his boxers down and took his cock into my hand jerked it hard before he entered into my gf.. I was laying next to them, jerking my cock and watching my bestfriend fuck my gf hard as she moans loudly. After some time I asked " May I fuck my gf too? " and my bro was like " Oh yeah, sorry " We switched and I started fucking her as she was jerking & kissing him.. After some time we made her go into doggy as her legs were outside but hands inside the tent and she sucked my cock while my bestfriend fucks her from behind. As we switched I went behind her and licked her pussy before I entered into her. Her pussy was so fucking creamy and wet. She came off my cock as my bestfriend lyed down and she went on top of him and started riding him. I lyed next to them again and jerked my cock.. She rode him til he came inside her.. Before that, I had already came into my hand. As I went outside to wash my hand in the lake, she came off him.. went to doggy again and started sucking his cock.. I watched her pussy from behind, Wet/Creamy/Cum dripping.. I couldn't control myself.. I went behind her and licked her pussy.. After that we were all naked, drunk some more and I decided to go to sleep, they said they will be up a bit more. When I woke up, I found myself sleeping naked.. I opened my bestfriends tent and they were sleeping on the blanket naked.. When they woke up, we promised eachother that we will never talk about it again. I bought my gf a S.O.S pill so she didn't get pregnant. I paid the whole trip.. Taxi, Food, Drinks, even tents.. And how my friend paid me.. By fucking my gf.. Oh one thing more guys, the whole time, we pulled my gfs hair, smacked her ass and called her slut, whore, hoe and skank.. She enjoyed it and it made her only more wet cuz she likes it rough.. // It's not a fantasy & it happened this summer. Hope you enjoyed reading it! Waiting for feedback too and u can always PM me!

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The wife and I talked a lot about the people she use to go to school with back in the UK. Especially now that she has reconnected with a lot of them on fff. She always talked about the guys and girls she had a crush on back in school but who she thought did not know she even existed. Two weeks ago an old school friend of my wife who grew up with and went to school in the same small English village and who she had a serious crush on in her teenage years told her he was passing through New York City on his way back to the UK and would love to meet up with her so they could catch up on old times. She was very happy at the idea of seeing him again and asked if I mind if she met up with him for dinner when he was in town. I knew she wanted him, she told me that much many times and I knew she often wondered what if and what it would be like if they had gotten together in high school. So I told her it was not a problem and that I wanted her to meet up with him and have fun because we only have one life to live and best to live it without wondering. The evening came when my wife got all dressed up, I even helped her to select the outfit, something sexy and tempting that showed off her 38DD boobs. She wanted to look good for him and I wanted her to seduce him. During their dinner she texted me a couple times just to check in and let me know everything was OK. After dinner she called to say that she was having a wonderful time talking about the good old days and chatting about the other people they went to school with and asked if it was OK for her to go out for drinks afterwards, to which I said fine. Later she text to let me know that things were getting a little interesting. That he also had a crush on her back in school but was too shy to do anything about. Later she texted that they were getting close and if it was OK if she snogged him. I told her there was no limits to what she wanted to do and that she should have fun. By that time my imagination was running wild, picturing her in various positions. I knew she wanted to make up for lost times and I wanted her to have fun and make up for lost times. I love it when she gets wet for other people, it really turns me on. The phone rang about 1 am in the morning and it was my wife asking if she could go back to his hotel room, to which I said yes. I did not see my dear wife again until about 10 am in the morning, she was tired because they had fucked the entire night trying to make up for all those lost years. She said they took a nap and then fucked some more in the morning before it was time for him to leave for the airport and head back to England. Since then my wife has been in a constant state of “hornyness” trying to relive the experience through me. She described in detail the various positions he had her and what both she and he did to each other. She showed me the size of his dick and told me it felt good inside her. She got especially horny when he called the house and he and I chat on phone about her and how we both loved fucking her. My dear wife is heading home to England in a couple weeks to visit family and for a small school reunion in the old village and both he and I have made arrangements for my wife to spend the night with him after the party. Since then she has been Victoria Secret shopping.

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The Fifth Date by Anonymous5 (address withheld) *** A married couple discover where love and jealously intersect as neglected wife yearns for attention from her husband. (MMF, reluc, wife, cheat) *** Chapter 1 "I think we should see other people," Donna announced. "Or at least I should. I'm pretty sure I don't want you to. Not that you would, you're always too busy working." "It's kind of late for that isn't it? We've been married for 20 years," I countered. "That's my point. After 20 years I should still expect my husband to take me to dinner and a movie once in a while. When was the last time we went out? When was the last time you looked at me like you wanted me while we ate dinner at a nice restaurant? That's what I miss about dating. Having someone hang on your every word, open car doors, and really pay attention. I want a man that will just pay attention to me." She had started out almost in jest but as she made her statement, I could see the emotion building in her voice. It was all about that new movie "Midnight in Paris" that her friend Jill had seen. Once Donna heard someone rave about something, she had to have it also. "Donna, you know I have been working 10 hour days lately and I am just too tired. Why don't you go with Jill? I bet she would love to go again and you could have a night out and see the movie. And if its sex you want, I'm not too tired on the weekends." "You just don't get it do you? So you really aren't going to take me then?" I heard finality in her voice and assumed she was beginning to see my point of view. Of course I said I was not going to take her anytime in the next month and frankly I didn't usually care for Woody Allen movies. Looking back over my life I can identify several times when there was some small decision or word that had a disproportionate effect on my life. I later found this was one of those times. "It's ok," she conceded, "you don't have to go. I'm sure I can find someone that will take me." Victory I thought; no Woody Allen movie for me. I left the room and went back to work on those customer billing statements. After about an hour, I started to wear down and decided to call it a night. I shut off the computer and got up to go to bed. As I walked down the hallway to the bedroom I heard Donna giggling on the phone as she talked to someone. "...oh that sounds good so see you then... Right, right, I'll be ready. .... Unh, unh, not on the first date mister... You bad boy. (giggle). Oh, gotta go, bye." When I walked into the bedroom, she was just closing her cell phone. "Uh, who was that?" I asked. "Oh that was Tom. He's taking me to dinner and a movie." "Who's Tom?" "Oh, he's the new attorney working on the Smith case. Remember the sexual harassment lawsuit the school district got last year that I told you about? Well his wife left him about 6 months ago and he just moved to town when he took the job with us at Crab, Gobel and Goldberg. He told all the women in the office that he wasn't really ready to get back into the dating game but that if anyone needed company just to get out of the house sometime he was game. Poor guy, he doesn't know a soul in town. And he's not very handsome. So, I thought I would show him around and I would have my date for Thursday night. You're not jealous are you?" Donna was openly smiling at me as if to dare me to challenge her arrangement. "Honey, would you like me to cancel on him and you take me instead?" The truth is, I WAS a little jealous and I almost blurted out for her to cancel her date but then I remembered Thursday, I was working late with my boss and my boss's boss so I could not take Donna out that night. "What about tomorrow night instead of Thursday? I offered. "No, I have some errands I have to get done and Thursday is the last day the movie runs in town so sorry. Thursday or nothing." "I'm sorry Donna, I just can't. You know how it is." I pleaded. "It's ok big guy," she said as she approached me. "I will never forget who I'm married to and I will never ever forget you are the only lover for me." She reached up and gave me a kiss that in romance novels would be called smoldering. Let's just say it was slow, deliberate and full tongue. After we broke from the kiss, she backed up a little and gazing straight into me eyes, reached her hand down and started to stroke the growing bulge in my jeans. Twenty Five minutes later we were lying in bed in post coital bliss. "Where did that come from? I asked." "I don't know but I like it." Donna answered as she snuggled over next to me, draping her leg over my hips. We fell asleep and the next we knew it was morning. Wednesday went by in a blur and as usual, I got home late around 6:30 and Donna had just gotten home before me. "Hi honey, how was your day?" she asked in an upbeat tone. "The usual. Do twice as much with half the resources," I complained. We were both pretty quiet through the rest of the evening. After dinner, I went back to work on some numbers and Donna was in the bedroom arranging her closet and trying on some clothes. I came in and went to bed around 10:00 and she was already asleep. Thursday morning we got up at the usual time and left for work. When I kissed her goodbye the kiss seemed to linger just a bit longer and when I said "Love you," she answered back with a sincere "And I love you." My afternoon meeting nearly went wrong and I was nervous all day. Finally, around 6:00 pm it wrapped up and I headed for home. I hadn't even thought about Donna all day and now I realized I would probably miss her since she likely would have left for the movie by now. I finally rolled into the driveway, noticing her car was gone. Oh well, ham sandwich and cold beer for dinner tonight. I was already missing my wife. As I walked into the house, I smelled the faintest trace of perfume. It was an unfamiliar scent. I wondered if Donna had purchased a new one. I followed the scent into the bedroom where it became stronger, intoxicating as if there was a strange new woman in my house. In a way there was. I was feeling a little bit of "poor me, my wife isn't home to fix me dinner" when I saw the wrapper in the bedroom trashcan. "Sexy thigh high stockings with stay up lace top," it read. $10.99. Suddenly I felt a surge of jealousy and panic and arousal all at once. I well- remembered her preferring thigh highs to pantyhose when we were dating. She preferred the easy access it allowed me to slip my hand under her dress and into her panties. That seemed so long ago. I searched the room looking for other clues. There was also a tag in the trash can that looked like it had been recently clipped off of a new dress. Not finding any other clues, I realized I could look up her credit card online. Sure enough, there were a number of purchases on Wednesday that had just posted. $75 at Victoria's Secret, $180 at Macy's and about $9.00 at Walgreens. I almost got sick at my stomach when I imagined her activities of the previous day. New underwear, new dress and a dozen condoms. Oh, and don't forget she smelled heavenly with the new perfume. I sat in the living room and looked at the clock until my emotions came down a little. I got back on the computer and looked up the showing times for the movie. 7:45 was the start time so that meant it would probably run until about 9:30 to 10:00 pm. Allowing for no hanky-panky, she would be home around 10:30 or so at the earliest. That is, if she actually went to a movie. I went online and checked the story plot. I would casually ask her questions about the movie and find out if she was actually at the movie or not. I felt better that I had a plan of action at least. I had a couple more beers and fell asleep on the couch watching a documentary. "Hi honey, wake up, I'm home!" Donna burst through the front door, click, clicked her heels across the tile floor and reached down to kiss me. God, did she smell good. It wasn't just the perfume, there was a musky female scent mixed in with the perfume that would arouse a dead man. I glanced at the clock. It was 11:45. I noticed her lipstick was smudged before she kissed me. Still groggy I stood up and asked. "So how was Mr. Hemmingway?" "Still overweight, smokes cigars, and a little suicidal. The movie was really good. I thought Owen Wilson pulled it off really well and I don't usually care for him." I felt a wave of relief realizing she really had seen the movie. "So where did you go for dinner?" "Oh we went over to Morton's steak house. Tom loves the New York strip there and wanted me to try it. It was wonderful. Overall, it was a really good time. Tom is a good guy. Some woman will be lucky to get him." "So when did the movie let out. Seems like you were late getting home." "Oh, you really are jealous aren't you! Look, I'm going to put all my cards on the table. Dating is not just about sex, it's about fun and talking and spontaneity. I do not intend to FORNICATE with anyone." she said with emphasis. "It's harmless fun and I know that I have a terrific husband." I felt much relieved after she told me that but I just had to know. "So what did you buy at the Walgreens yesterday?" "Oh my god, you are SO jealous! And you were spying on me!" After a moment she said "I guess I have been torturing you haven't I? Well if you must know, I picked up some feminine products. Anti-itch cream, if you must know. My privates have been itching lately." She said as she swiveled her hips over to me and molded her body to mine. "Got enough energy left to do me?" I pulled her to me and inhaled her perfume in my nostrils as I kissed her check and slowly moved my kisses up to her earlobe. I heard her breathing quicken as she responded to my touch. As we kissed, I reached my right hand around and unzipped her dress while I killed the light switch with my left. We stood in the half-darkness for several minutes feeling each other's bodies like it was the first time, her new red dress puddled at her feet. We broke apart finally and Donna whispered in my ear, "let's get in bed." I stripped off my clothes completely. Donna removed her bra first and then sitting on the bed rolled her stockings down. She scooted up into bed wearing only her new panties. Noticing me looking at her panty area, she asked, "Like 'em? I bought them just for you. Liar," I said as I slowly reached up and hooked my fingers into the waistband to pull them down off her. She compliantly raised her hips to help me while she chuckled at my accusation. Moving my face between her legs, I inhaled her wonderful female smell. God, she smelled good; a mélange of clean skin, and perfume and female musk. But no semen smell. I guess I just had to know that she hadn't been fucked. After a delicious period of foreplay, I moved up and eased into her female wetness. We held each other quietly while I moved rhythmically inside her body. Donna's arousal was building with every stroke and soon started to make small keening sounds. I stopped my movement and kissed her, she moved her legs around me resting her ankles behind my knees. I raised back a little off of her and asked, "Did he try anything?" "Not... really," she breathed. "It was actually a little disappointing that he... he... didn't try much of anything. I almost felt unappreciated." "What do you mean, not really?" "Well, at dinner, he slipped his shoe off and very slowly slid his toe up my leg. It tickled at first but then it felt good and then it gave me this tingle. It's nothing really, he was just testing the waters." "And how wet was the water?" "Wet I'm afraid. I started really lubricating. My panties were so wet." I stroked in and out a few times and then asked, "So what else happened?" "Nothing really, not even much for a first date. After the movie, I kissed him once. And that... that was it." "French kiss, or kiss your brother kind of kiss," I inquired. "Kind of in between, open mouth but not much saliva swapping." Donna's breath was coming in gasps now, very much aroused. I couldn't determine what was exciting her more, me pushing into her or her little confession. "I'm glad you didn't fuck him. I couldn't have taken that. Promise me you won't fuck anybody but me and promise me you won't keep any secrets no matter what. Lying would be worse somehow." "Worse than what?" she asked in a breathy halting voice. "Worse than fucking somebody else. I would rather you confess something really bad than lie to me about even something small." "I can't lie to you. At least not while we're like this with you inside me. I just couldn't." Her head tilted back, her eyes rolled up and then... "Oh... Oh... oh... oh, oh, ee, ee, eeee!" I spurted into her and we held tightly, both convulsing together. After about a couple minutes, I eased out and moved over onto my back next to her. Donna's breathing slowly returned to normal. We fell into the complete sleep of sated lovers. Chapter 2 The next day at work, I got a call from Donna. "Hi lover, got plans for the weekend?" "Actually, I've been too busy to think about it." "Well think about it, it's already Friday morning. How about tomorrow we drive out to that winery we used to go to and poke around in antique shops or something?" "That sounds really great but remember, I promised your dad I would help him with that yard work project? And on top of that I have two hours' worth of book work I need to get done." "Always working. Oh well, I guess you won't mind Tom taking me to the winery then." she said defiantly. "I was telling him about it at work and he was very interested in going. He says he's a recovering wine snob. Don't worry, we'll be back before dinner time. And besides," she said in a sultry low voice, "nobody gets into my panties until the fifth date. I'm old fashioned that way." I was mildly jealous, thinking about her going to my favorite winery with this Tom guy. But then I realized there was a hidden benefit. The last time she went out with him she came home very horny and I certainly reaped the benefits. I played along. "So define 'getting into my panties' for me. Does that mean just heavy petting or an hour of hard pounding you into the headboard?" "Well that depends on how the date goes, how good looking he is and how many glasses of wine I've had. It's kind of a point system," she giggled. "So take me for instance. You've said I'm handsome and we've had about a thousand dates. So maybe two glasses of wine would do it?" I asked. "I think that would be a sure thing sweetie" she laughed. "What time will you be home tonight?" "Leaving early believe it or not. Why don't we pick up some fish at St. Mary's and watch an old movie tonight?" "Not exactly painting the town red, but at least it's a plan. I have a couple errands to run but see you around 5:00." "OK, bye." I replayed the conversation with my wife in my head. Something dawned on me then. When we were first dating, I remember we had sex for the first time on about the 5th or 6th date. I couldn't remember exactly. Maybe she did have a five date rule. I got home around 4:00 and Donna wasn't home yet so I decided to open a bottle of wine. A dry Riesling should pair with the fried fish I planned to pick up. While I was in the kitchen, I opened the drawer looking for the corkscrew and noticed Donna's day planner. I glanced at today's date and noticed an appointment for her at her gynecologist. That's funny that she told me she had an errand and not a doctor's appointment. Oh well, probably nothing, I hope there's nothing wrong with her that she is keeping from me. Her sister had suffered with endometriosis and so I hoped it was just a regular check-up. I left for the fish fry and upon returning home pulled into the driveway right behind Donna. Coming into the doorway from the garage I called out "Hi babe, how was your day?" I had startled her and she seemed to be hiding something in a paper bag behind her. I didn't bring attention to it and nonchalantly offered her a glass of wine. "Sounds great hon, just pour it and I'll be right back." She disappeared into the bathroom and returned sans paper bag. The evening passed uneventfully. Friday's we were both usually tired and a little laid back. Before you know it we both fell asleep with the movie on. I woke up around midnight and quietly got out of bed to turn the TV off. Then I thought about the paper bag again and went into the bathroom. I opened the drawers one by one and saw nothing unusual. Then I went through the linen closet. Still nothing until I ran my hand behind a pile of towels and there was a paper bag. I pulled it out and looked inside. What the fuck? There was a package of Nuva Ring. I've seen it advertised on TV and know what it is. Why was she getting birth control? It certainly wasn't for my benefit since I had a vasectomy after the birth of our second child. The answer was inescapable. She was planning on having sex with someone else. I wanted to scream and run in and kick her out of bed. I wanted to get in my car and go find Tom and beat the hell out of him. But what I did was put the paper bag and its contents back where I found it. Then I went back to bed but didn't actually fall asleep until I had worn myself out thinking about it. Jealousy burned in me but I found myself getting hard thinking about it and then I got angry at myself for feeling turned on. Saturday morning I woke up and Donna was already out of bed making coffee. I got up and went down for a cup myself. "Hi sleepy head. You sure slept in." she said. "Yeah, I didn't sleep very well. Lot of things on my mind." "You worry too much. Have more fun, worry less." She smiled and left the kitchen to go take her shower. I looked at the clock. Crap! It was already 9:15 and I had promised her dad I would be over by 9:30 or 10:00. I will have to get moving. As soon as Donna got out of the shower, I jumped in and before I knew it I was leaving. And I was angry with myself for not confronting her. I told myself I would get it in the open tonight. By 3:00 PM I was exhausted. Manual labor is no longer my cup of tea. I said goodbye to Donna's dad and arrived back home by 3:30. I didn't expect Donna to be home yet and she wasn't. Moving around the house I snooped like I was in someone else's house. I checked the bathroom and the paper bag was missing. I went into the bedroom and didn't find anything of note except the smell of perfume was still faintly in the air. I went back to the study and did some work. Eventually the garage door made its clackety sound and I realized it was 5:00 o'clock already. The car door slammed and soon, I heard her tennis shoes bounding up the stairs toward me. "Hi honey, I'm home," she called out as she came toward me. Whoops, she seemed a little unsteady. She came up behind me and reached down to nuzzle my neck letting the smell of alcohol fill the air. "That feels nice," I said as she began to massage my shoulders. "Oh yeah, right there," I said to encourage her. She kept on massaging my neck and shoulders for a few minutes and then slowly reached one of her hands down into my shirt and lightly ran her fingers over my nipple. After a few seconds of tickling, she lightly squeezed my nipple without pinching. "What's got into you," I asked. "Well, no one. That's the problem. I'm horny, you're kind of cute, and I've had 4 glasses of wine." That was as good an invitation to sex as a man gets. Being the gentleman that I am, I swiveled my chair around facing her, cupped her breast's in my hands and massaged them while I leaned up to kiss her. She was not wearing a bra. Not that she desperately needed one. Donna was a firm 36 C so she could get by without a bra sometimes. I was a little surprised and turned on to find she wasn't wearing one today. I thought back and tried to remember if she was wearing one this morning before meeting Tom. Damn it, I was too busy to notice. I couldn't remember. We French kissed for a good minute while I administered my massage to her body. Then I stood up and held her hand pulling her into the bedroom. Somehow, my jealousy melted away as I rediscovered how much she desired me. I pulled her onto the bed and squeezed her body tightly to mine. She responded like the horny woman with four glasses of wine in her that she was. After a bit, we pulled back and began to undress each other. She opened my shirt buttons one at a time. I in turn pulled her t shirt off and unfastened her shorts. I pushed her shorts down and she assisted by kicking them off onto the floor. I stood up and pulled the rest of my clothes off . Then while standing over her, I pulled Donna's panties down inspecting her wet vulva. I couldn't help myself, I had to taste between her legs. Spreading her legs apart with my hands, I moved my face against her pussy. My tongue stroked the length of her opening causing a sharp intake of breath from her. For the second time in a week, I was relieved to taste her female scent without the troubling additional smell of semen. She had saved her intimate affection for her husband. We made love like animals in rut. Everything else was forgotten. There was only the now, the moment, the smell of sex. After the heat died down we laid in each other's arms, savoring the denouement. After the climax, reason and logic began to return. I realized that I still needed to confront Donna but did not know how to begin. I was somewhat relieved when Donna began for us. "I hope you won't be mad but I have a little something to tell you." "What's that?" I asked non-committedly. "Tom got a little bit friendly with me today." "Tell me what happened. Remember, I'm your husband and I'll always love you no matter what." "Well I hope so. I didn't mean for anything to happen but we were having such a good time walking that 2 mile nature trail out by the winery. And after that we went to the winery and went through the wine tasting class that they give. We had such a good time. And after tasting about 10 different wines I was feeling really good. So Tom bought a bottle of Vignola's, you know that white wine I like that is just a little bit sweet. So anyway we got a bottle and some bread and had a little picnic there at the winery. We were just lying on a blanket that Tom brought and drinking wine and looking up at the clouds. That's when I complained that my shoulders hurt so Tom started to massage my neck and shoulders. He must have kneaded my shoulders for 5 or 10 minutes until I was like in a trance or something. Then he started to move his hands farther down my chest. He didn't really feel my boobs at first, just halfway down where it felt so good. He asked me if I liked what he was doing and I just said, "Oh don't stop." He must have taken that for a go ahead signal and so he just moved his hands down to massage my breasts and I'm sorry honey but with the wine in me I couldn't say no. He just gently squeezed my boobies for what seemed like an eternity. I got so wet between the legs I wanted to fuck right there. Then he leaned over and kissed me. It was weird because our faces were upside down with each other. You know, upside down kissing. Are you mad?" "So you drink too much wine, let him paw on your tits and then French kiss. And now you're feeling guilty and want forgiveness?" "I guess that's it." she said in a submissive tone. "I'm sorry. You know I only love you. My mind only loves you but my body responds when it's stimulated," She apologized. I wanted to be mad at her but I just couldn't because she never held anything back and I could always trust her to tell me the complete truth. She was childlike in her honesty. "What else do you have to tell me?" I asked. "What else?" She let out a big sigh and was silent for a moment. The she began, "Now don't be angry with me. Just listen and hear the whole story before you judge me. I've given this a lot of thought and I've agonized about this for days. I started out thinking I could just date and not have sex, but I started to worry that maybe I couldn't always control every situation. That maybe my brain would say no but my body would say yes. Or maybe I would get date raped or I don't know whatever. So just so you know, I have no intention of having sex with anyone but you. But just to protect us both, I got a prescription for birth control from my gynecologist." I didn't know what to say. I was grateful for her honesty and slightly turned on and yet pissed that she was basically telling me that she didn't even trust herself around another man. I calmly and gently said to her, "Donna, you are the love of my life, the other half that completes me. And I know you love me, you show me every day in some way. But you're telling me you went on birth control in case you fuck some other guy. How do you think I feel right now?" With those words out of my mouth, she started bawling loudly, tears down her checks and she clung to me with a death grip. The poor woman was emotionally a wreck. I held her tightly and consoled her. "I love only you. We'll always be together no matter what. It will work out ok, I know it." Finally I told her "Hey stop it, nobody got killed or anything." "I don't deserve you." she finally blurted out between sobs. We lay together like that until we must have drifted off to sleep. Chapter 3 Sunday morning I woke up early and went to the kitchen for coffee, leaving Donna still soundly asleep. After I had my first cup of coffee in hand, I remembered I had kept forgetting to check the owner's manual for some maintenance questions I had on Donna's car. So I went out to the garage, opened Donna's car door and went through the glove box. To my surprise, I found a very sexy blue bra neatly folded up. What the hell was her bra doing in the glove box. I guess she must have neglected to tell me how she willingly took her bra off to give Tom an easier grab at her boobs. I was feeling rather pissed although it really didn't change any material facts. She had already confessed to letting Tom grope her breasts anyway. What difference did it make? I put the bra back, carefully replacing it as I found it. I then went back into the house and got on the computer to check my email. I started to check my email but then started thinking about the Nuva Ring. I googled it to see what I could find out. Simple, 99% effective and starts working 7 days after insertion. Well I hope she doesn't fuck anybody this week, I thought. Then I started to get extremely hard thinking about her fucking. I visualized her pelvis thrusting up as some guy pushed his fat cock into her feverish out of control body. Get a grip I thought. She's my wife and she's not going to do that and I won't let her anyway. I remembered then that she had written down her passwords in a small book. I pulled it out and found the password for her email. Listening to hear she was still sound asleep I quickly logged on and began to look over her email. There it was. A message from Tdavis @ sbc.com. I opened it up and read. "Thank you for a wonderful day. You don't know how good it makes me feel to be around a good woman again after my divorce. It's been hard for me to trust again but I can tell that you always tell the truth and you have a gentle encouraging way about you. Thank you. As you know, I have a very busy schedule this next week so I won't be able to spend any real time with you. But maybe we could have lunch on Thursday at the little Italian place. Just meet me there a little before noon. I think it best if we drive separately. With fondness." Tom. P.S. Great nips! I felt smug knowing I had Donna to myself this week, well mostly anyway. I logged off, went back to the bedroom, woke Donna up and fucked her silly. She was more than willing. I realized that we had had sex more often in the last week than in the last three weeks previously. We got up and showered in time to make second service at church. By a weird coincidence the pastor had a sermon about sexual purity. It was about how you should never put yourself in tempting situations to begin with. I glanced over and saw Donna squirming a little. The rest of the day we just did stuff around the house and we didn't really speak about anything important. I guess we both needed to think a little. Monday morning rolled around and we dived into the workweek. Both of us were busy with deadlines at our respective workplaces so it was just a week of quick dinners, then off to bed tired. Thursday night when I got home from work, I remembered the email I had surreptitiously read earlier. Donna was home already when I walked into the kitchen. "Hi sweetie, I'm home, how was your day?" "Oh, not bad. I had lunch today with Tom at that little Italian place, Luigi's or Luggi's or something like that. How was your day?" "Well not as interesting as your day. Get your tits massaged or anything?" I asked with more than a little sarcasm. "You can stop it right there mister! When you act disrespectful to me it makes me not want to share with you. I know I went over the line but please don't hold it over me forever." "I'm sorry," I said contritely. "It's just that I couldn't bear to have anyone take you away from me. I love you." "Oh, you do love me don't you." she cooed. "I know I did bad. Would it make you feel better to spank me or something?" She said flirtingly as she turned her rear around to me. "No, just tell me about your lunch." "Well, he really opened up and told me about his marriage. He still loves her and is struggling with a way to try to mend their relationship. I shared some ideas that I thought might help. He's maybe going up to Milwaukee this weekend to see her if she will let him." I began to feel sympathy for him. I imagined myself in his shoes, Donna hundreds of miles away. Feeling another woman's tits would be no substitute for losing my wife. Poor guy. If I knew then the events about to unfold, I would have had much less sympathy for Tom. The next morning at work I got a call from my supervisor that I didn't really want to hear. The bottom line is that there was a big screw up at the Milwaukee plant and it was all hands on deck. A team of six including me would be going to trouble shoot the problem and we would be leaving late this afternoon. I would have just enough time to run home and pack a bag. Crap, I hate when things like this happens. Imagine the irony, both me AND my wife's "date" would both be in Milwaukee. I called Donna to let her know but only got her voice mail. I called 3 more times and same result. Oh well, I guess I could call her from Milwaukee. She wasn't going to be happy though. We had a fight one time over something similar. She thought I should have stood up for myself and not gone. She never understood responsibility. I left her a note and got in my car to head for the airport. About 7:00 PM I'm walking out of the gate at Mitchell Airport when my cell rings. "Did you run off with another woman or did Henderson really send your team to Milwaukee for the weekend?" she quizzed. "No other woman would have me. It was that asshole Henderson alright. And he said I won't be back until late Monday night or Tuesday." "Well, I guess I'll have to find something or someone to keep me busy this weekend," she sighed. "Well it won't be me or Tom since we're both in Milwaukee, sweetie." "Oh that's not quite true." she said. "Tom called a little while ago and said his ex-wife is out of town visiting her mother in Chicago so he won't be going after all. He said she did sound open to the idea of talking. Apparently she is lonely also. So, guess what? I have a date for Saturday night! Now don't be jealous. I promise to not drink anything. I think we both know where that leads. I want to get out and have fun but I'm not looking for any hanky-panky. From the sound of Tom talking about his ex, probably all I'm going to do is hear him talk about her." We talked a little more chit chat and then we said goodbye as I got to the rental car kiosk. Monday morning, we had finally resolved the issue. One of those crazy little simple things that you just don't see until you see it. So anyway, we were all jubilant to wrap it up and head for home. To his credit, Henderson called and said the team had the rest of Monday and all of Tuesday off. See you Wednesday, job well done, blah blah blah. I was back at home and pulled into the garage around 2:00 PM. I came in, dropped my bag in the bedroom and lay down on the bed to rest. I must have dozed off but woke up around 3:30. I got up, poured myself a glass of chardonnay and it was then I noticed two wine glasses and an empty bottle of pinot grigio in the living room. I picked the glasses up to put them in the dishwasher and tossed the empty. My mind started to imagine Donna sitting on the couch with Tom sharing a bottle of wine. I began inspecting the house more carefully, noticing a pair of panties half under the bed. Definitely a slight residue in the crotch. I smelled them but couldn't really detect anything. Still, what the hell were they doing under the bed. I began to feel a burning in my veins. My blood was boiling. I was angry and I was starting to feel aroused at the same time. Lucy's got some splainin to do. I put the panties back exactly where I found them. Then I decided to look the rest of the house over. There was the remains of a used up candle on the nightstand, and a towel in the laundry that smelled like sex. I sat down to wait for Donna to get home. As usual, when she came in the door, my heart beat with joy. She had that way about her of always making me happy to see her. "Hi honey," she said, as she came to me for a heartfelt kiss. "I didn't expect you home yet but that makes it all the better." "It's good to be home'" I said with a lack of conviction. "Oh you must be tired. What can I do to make you feel better? How about you take a hot shower and then I'll love on you. Wouldn't that be good?" "Sounds wonderful," I said as I ambled off to the shower. Later in bed, Donna turned the light off, lit a candle and carried it over to the nightstand. She slipped under the covers with me and it was then I realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. We didn't say anything as she moved her mouth to my body first sucking on my nipples, then lower on my belly and finally she engulfed my rigid manhood into her warm moist mouth. "After 10 minutes of oral attention, she moved up to kiss me full on the mouth and worked her hips back and forth until I eventually slid inside her. She didn't move too vigorously. Mainly, she just held me inside her moving just enough to feel very loved and close to her. I told her, "that feels so nice what you are doing. Did you learn some new technique from your date this weekend?" She lowered her mouth to my ear and whispered, "maybe. Would you be mad if I had?" "Sure I would, well tomorrow anyway. Right now I just like what you are doing to me." "Do you want to know everything that happened or should I just keep my secrets?" I sensed anxiety in her voice. She really was worried what I would think. "You know the rules, Donna. You have to tell me everything with no falsehood of fact or omission." By now she had lowered her body just enough that I could suck on her nipples while she began her confession. "Tom picked me up Saturday night and took me to dinner at Crazy Fish and then afterwards we went to Club Viva to dance. It felt so good to really shake it out on the dance floor. I even danced with two other guys that I knew from our insurance agent's office. Remember Dan and Tim? Anyway by 11:30 I was feeling really good and then a slow song came on and Tom pulled me onto the floor and we just held each other and swayed while the other people danced. "It was so nice. Not as nice as now with you inside me but nice. I kept feeling Tom's cock through our clothes, god it was so hard and driving me crazy. Finally, I realized that I had to get home or I would start doing things I didn't really want to do. So I asked him to take me home. He drove me home and when we got there, I was just feeling really lonely with you gone so I invited him in just for a little bit. I offered him a glass of wine and he accepted." "Is that when you lost your panties under the bed?" "What are you doing looking for my panties?" "Husbands always look for clues of their wife's indiscretions." "I didn't do what you think. We just sat in the living room and talked about our marriages. Well, maybe we did a teensy bit more than just talk." She then rotated her hips and ground her pussy into me as hard as she could. Donna didn't cum yet but she was close. "So what happened then?" "One glass of wine led to two and two led to four. You know what happens with four glasses of wine don't you?" "Go on," I said. "I didn't fuck him," she said defensively. "We were just sitting on the sofa and suddenly I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to feel good again. He was so lonely for his wife. I wanted to be her and love him and take the pain away. It's hard to explain. So we kissed for a long time and just got into the sheer joy of kissing. I was so wet that by the time he slipped his hand under my dress, I wanted him in me. I was craving it. He caressed me for what seemed like an eternity before he finally got the nerve to slip his hand inside my panties and finger me. I came almost immediately. I needed to get off so badly. I wanted to pull him into the bedroom and take off his clothes but ended up we just didn't do it. I can't say why but it just didn't feel right. So instead he used his hand to make me cum several more times. Then later I got some KY out and massaged him till he came. After all that kissing and petting we did, I just couldn't leave him high and dry." "So I guess you learned you're playing with fire." "I guess so," she said somberly. And I also found out he really is a big boy. Not so long but really big around," she said with an impish grin. "You're not really angry with me, are you? After all, I didn't really have sex with him and I've told you the complete truth. Please don't hate me," she pleaded. She lowered her left breast to my mouth, holding it in her hand as if to offer it to me to suckle her in a symbol of submission and love. I took the offered nipple, rubbery and firm and swirled my tongue on it. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she began to grind her pelvis into mine. Together, we grabbed the release we were both reaching for. Her insides flooded with our combined release of fluids. Sometime later as we lay naked under the covers drifting off to sleep, I thought wasn't it funny he had gotten into her panties and it was only the fourth date. Well only the fourth date I was aware of. The next morning, I used my day off to organize and catch up on errands while Donna went to work as usual. I remembered, I had her email password, and I debated should I or shouldn't I. I shouldn't be spying on her since she was honorable enough to tell me the truth about her and Tom. What the hell, I concluded, I paid for this computer and it's mine to use. So after logging into her email account, I looked down the inbox until I found the TDAVIS message I was looking for. "Donna, thank you for such a wonderful time. That was one of the best nights of my life. The only way it could have been better would have been to do it all the way. All day today, I couldn't think of anything but the smell of your body on my face and hands after I left your house Sunday morning. I still have feelings for my wife but if she doesn't take me back, I could do no better than to possess you, if only on a part time basis. I can think of nothing but our next rendezvous." Now I was pissed. He was falling in love with her and it was getting serious. I'm going to put my foot down. I spent the rest of the day distracting myself with mindless tasks. Shoes to the shoe shop, replace light bulbs, sharpened the lawn mower blade, etc. etc. I've been working such long hours, I've gotten way behind on the rest of my life. Yeah that was it. That was the problem. Work had caused me to neglect my life, my wife, Donna. Chapter 4 Donna got home around 4:30 and greeted me with her usual upbeat mood. "Hi honey, I'm home. What did you do all day without me?" she asked. "The usual, I had 6 lines of cocaine and sex with 6 women midgets," I joked. "That would be one line of cocaine per midget. What did you do?" "I saw Tom this afternoon in between his scheduled appointments. They are really running him hard." "Seems to me you were running him hard. Or at least stroking him hard. I think it's time to quit seeing him. We both know where this is going." I softened my voice and said, "I don't want to lose you. You've been building up the courage to have a full-fledged affair with him. It's time to stop now." Donna lowered her head and said meekly, "I guess you're right. I've upset you and I'm genuinely sorry. Please forgive me." I didn't know what to say since I was expecting a fight and instead she capitulated immediately. "Donna, you have to tell him you can't be alone with him. This has gone too far and you are married. You tell me you love me. It's time to prove it." "I will," was all she said. She then patted my chest with her hand and without looking me in the eye, she left to go to the bedroom. I don't know why but I felt like the bad guy in this. What the hell! I'm the wronged party here folks. It's just that Donna is always the most upbeat person and now she is down. And her being down makes me down. I didn't realize until then how much of my happiness is just reflection off of her joy. I spent the rest of the evening apart from her in my study just fiddling around on the computer not really doing anything productive. Finally, I gave it up and went into the bedroom. She was already asleep and I slipped into bed and joined her in an embrace. We did not make love. Wednesday morning, I woke up early and left for work early. We barely spoke as we got ready for the work day. The day went fast for me since I had been out of the office since Friday morning. I had lots of emails and correspondence to respond to. I got frustrated and left early. Being a salaried employee does have its advantages. I got home around 3:30 and of course Donna was not yet home. I piddled around until she came in the door at 4:30. She was not her usual bubbly self. I felt bad like it was somehow my fault even though I knew I had nothing to feel bad about. Eventually, I drew her out and got her to talk about her day while I cooked chicken breast smothered in Italian sauce and cheese and opened a mediocre bottle of Trebbiano. "I talked to Tom today. I told him I couldn't see him anymore. He was devastated but he said he understood. I think his ex-wife is playing with him. I don't think she's going to take him back. I hope I'm wrong but that's my gut feeling about it. He's feeling very lonely right now." "I don't feel any ill will towards him," I said. "I just have to protect my marriage. That's all. And just so you know, I admit you are right about my working too much. How about we go out Friday night and do something fun?" Donna pretended to smile but didn't have her heart in it. "Sounds good, honey. What do you want to do?" "Whatever you want. I'm in." "OK, I'll think of something." and she drifted off to the bedroom to change out of her work clothes while I finished cooking dinner. I called her when dinner was ready and she came out to eat with me. She didn't say anything but when I saw tears running down her face, she didn't have to verbalize to communicate. She was sad to lose the relationship with Tom. Later in the bedroom, after dinner, she asked me, "Did you mean I couldn't date Tom or couldn't date anyone at all?" "You naughty wife!" I blurted out. Didn't you learn your lesson. Get your bottom over here." And I reached for her, turned her over my knee and spanked her good. "I'll be good. I'll be good," she wailed." The spanking seemed to expunge some sin from her. She acted like it was a terrible thing I did to her but, subconsciously, I think she wanted to be physically punished to atone for her behavior. After I unleashed my emotion via my hand on her butt, I pulled her to me and kissed her with passion. She responded with enthusiasm and I felt that I had her back again. We made love sweetly that night. Donna seemed just a bit more submissive that usual. Thursday and Friday went by quickly and as I drove home after work on Friday I reflected on my life. I had it pretty good really. And Donna was really the best part. I determined to make her feel especially wanted when I got home. Pulling into the driveway, I realized Donna was not yet home. It was only 4:00 so she would probably be along any minute. A few minutes later her car pulled into the garage. "Hi sweetie," I said to her when she came into the kitchen through the door from the garage. "How was your day today?" I asked. "Not so good. The partners lost a big case, I screwed up a legal document, and Tom looks so bad he could pass for suicidal." "So his wife isn't being very friendly, I take it." "It's his ex-wife. She's fucking with his head. And he'll be lucky at this point if she doesn't take him back." "Oh," I said. "Guess I didn't have it so bad today." I pulled Donna to me and held my arms around her. She sighed and held me while I caressed her back and shoulders. After a little while, she looked up at me, smiled and said, "I guess I will keep you after all. You always know how to make me feel better. Thank you." I kissed her tenderly on the forehead and said, "I don't know why you do keep me but I'm glad you do." Donna held onto me tightly, burying her head against my chest. The next few days passed uneventfully and slowly we got back into the old rhythm of husband and wife. Donna's mood seemed to improve a little each day and by the end of a week she was almost back to normal. I came home the Thursday following and told Donna, Henderson was sending us back to Milwaukee. Another screw up, this time Henderson was going himself so It didn't look good frankly. Donna was of course disappointed. She said she might give Jill a call and do something. She was obviously not happy at being abandoned for the weekend again. I left for the airport Friday morning as Donna was going to work. We said our goodbye's and I left in my car. Friday went by in a blur and at about 7:00 PM, sitting in my hotel room, I called Donna to say good night. She didn't answer after about 6 rings. Probably in the tub, I thought. She sometimes took a leisurely bath and shaved her legs so could be tied up awhile. At 8:00 I called her back. Still no answer. Same thing at 10:00 and 11:00. I finally left a scathing message that I regretted as soon as I had sent it but it was done and I went to bed. Saturday morning, I got a call from her. "I'm so sorry, I had my phone on mute and forgot to turn it back up. Jill and I went to ladies night at that little pseudo winery with the jazz band. I should have called but we were having fun and I lost track of time. How is everything going?" "Better than I expected. We might finish tonight or tomorrow. Looks like I'll be flying home tomorrow night sometime." "Good, I'm lonely and I haven't had any sex since Wednesday." "Hey, what a coincidence. I haven't had any since Wednesday, either," I joked back at her. How about we get together and fix that problem?" "It's a date." she quipped. "I have to get back to work, sweetie. I'll call you when I have my flight time." We said our goodbyes then and hung up. My mind gradually got back on work and off of Donna. It was about four that afternoon, when my phone rang. It was Donna. "Hi babe, what's up?" I asked. "I'm worried about Tom. I didn't tell you earlier but he wasn't at work on Friday. Suzie, you know the blond attorney you couldn't quit talking to at the Christmas party, ran into me at the dry cleaners. Well she mentioned that she saw Tom and she said he looked like hell. Hadn't shaved and didn't even acknowledge her when she said hi to him. I'm worried about him. He was so sad about his wife and he didn't take it well when I said I wouldn't see him anymore. What should I do?" "I'm no expert, but I guess it wouldn't hurt for you to call him. You could give him the 800 number for your health plan's mental health hotline. He probably just needs someone to talk to." I was thinking he probably just needs someone to fuck also. But I didn't want his suicide on my hands either. Besides, I trusted Donna to call him without getting involved again. Well, mostly. "Thank you for letting me talk to him. I feel so sorry for him." Donna I knew was going to call him right away so we said goodbye after she had promised to call right back after she talked to Tom. Meanwhile, I had about an hour of work to wrap up. The time passed quickly and we finished at 5:30 and headed to the hotel. We had to spend the night since there wasn't a flight until 10:00 the next morning. I realized I should have gotten a call from Donna by now. It was then the phone rang. "Hi babe, how is he?" "Not good, he's really down. We talked for an hour and then his phone went dead. I'm driving over to see him now. I have to make sure he's ok. What else could I do?" "I guess you're right. We can't have him jumping off a bridge, can we?" I said sarcastically. "What are you going to say or do for him?" "That's not funny. He is very wounded right now. I'm going to do whatever it takes to bring him out of the dark hole that he's in." She had spoken in a level serious voice that I rarely heard. Donna could be determined when she wanted to be. "I know you'll do the right thing," I said. "Gotta go, hon. Here's my exit. I love you." "And I love you," I said back in a serious tone. The line went dead and I was alone in my hotel room. Dinner at the hotel was nice. I sat with two of my fellow workers and we mostly talked about work stuff. My mind kept drifting back to Donna and Tom. I wondered how she was doing with him. It was dark out now, so I hope she had talked him into getting some sleep. Instead of getting some Donna. I felt that familiar burn in my veins. After dinner my companions tried to talk me into going to the infamous Safe House for a martini but I begged off. I told them I was tired. I was of course but mainly I just wanted to be alone. I made my way back to my room, kicked off my shoes, plopped on the bed and clicked the remote. I got absorbed watching a movie with Diane Lane and Richard Gere titled "Unfaithful." Perfect, I thought, a movie on cheating while I wonder what my wife is doing right now. I roused myself. Must have fallen asleep. I looked at the clock. It was 11:00 and still no call from Donna. I checked my phone again just to make sure I hadn't gotten any messages. Damn, there were two messages. The first around 6:00 said I need to talk to U. The second, around 6:30 said, C U tomorrow. I wondered what was going on. Well I guess whatever it was, Donna could handle it. I texted to her Can U talk. After ten minutes had gone by, I realized I was not going to get an answer tonight. She was probably at home asleep anyway by now and I didn't want to wake her up. She hated to answer the phone after she went to sleep. I got up and got a drink of water, took a good long pee and then hit the sack. It would be ok in the morning I told myself. It was not ok in the morning. Chapter 5 I woke up around 7:00 and headed for the shower. It was still a little bit too early to call Donna, even though I was dying to know what was going on. I was out, shaved and dressed by 7:30 and decided to call. The phone rang until I got the recorded message and hung up. Damn the luck, she was probably in the shower about now. I texted a message to her "call me" and went downstairs for breakfast. I ordered the Belgian waffles with two eggs on the side. Breakfast of champions, I thought. I finished, tipped the waiter 20%, and headed back to my room. I called Donna again. Still no answer, so I began to worry. It was now 8:30 and I had to pack and run for the airport to catch the 10:00 am flight. The next 30 minutes were a blur as I threw stuff in my bag, checked out and caught a taxi for the 10 minute ride to the airport. I did the self-check in and was soon moving through the TSA line. By 9:30 I was at the gate just as the boarding call began for group A passengers. I was group C so had about 5 minutes to call Donna. She answered on the third ring. "Hi honey she said," in a subdued tone. "Hi, how is everything going?" "Under control. Tom was just an awful wreck. I think he might have done something really bad if I hadn't got to him when I did. Thank you for letting me go to him." "Of course. I wouldn't want anything ugly to happen. So what happened? Oh, wait. I have to go. I'm boarding now. I'm glad everything is ok and I'll see you when I get home. I love you." "I love you," she said. "I hope everything's ok." "What do you mean?" "I'll tell you when you get home." "Why can't you tell me now?" "I stayed in bed with Tom last night. I ... I thought it was the only way to make sure he was safe. Are you mad?" "We'll talk when I get home," I said as I walked down the ramp to my waiting plane. Although only an hour and a half, it was the longest flight I've ever been on. I replayed the conversation with Donna in my head about a hundred times. She said she stayed in bed with him, she didn't say she had sex with him. Maybe not a big difference to some but it was important to me. I remembered back to when we were first dating in college. I think it might have been our second or third or fourth date, she stayed overnight in my apartment and we cuddled together under the blankets until we fell asleep. We never did more than kiss but it was one of the best nights of my life. It was the night I fell in love with her. We shared secrets about our innermost desires and fears. I loved her so much back then. And I still do. Eventually my flight touched down in St. Louis and I headed for the shuttle to the long term parking lot. Forty-Five minutes later, I was pulling into my driveway. It was about 1:00 and I was hungry. But more than that I wanted to see my wife. Donna's car was gone. I walked into the house from the garage and looked around for a note or anything. No note but I found the sheets in the bedroom wet with sex smell. There was a candle stub left on the nightstand, two wine glasses and some of her clothes strewn around the room. A blind man could reconstruct this crime scene. I sat on the bed and held my head in my hands. I felt sorry for myself for being so stupid to allow Donna to "date" in the first place. It's true that men and women can't be friends. They were made to mate with each other. I then started to feel a little bit sad for Donna. Wonderful, bubbly Donna was so distraught and ashamed she couldn't face me. That's the only reason she isn't here waiting for me. I dialed her. "Hello," she answered. "Are you home yet?" "I'm home alright." My answer told her I knew what she had been up to last night. "Do you want me home? Or should I just stay away?" she asked quietly. "Home. I want you home." "OK, I'll be there in twenty minutes or so." I was tired so I kicked off my shoes, moved the covers over and lay down on my bed. I stayed over on the side that wasn't too wet although somehow it seemed the entire mattress had been permeated with wet sex juice. It didn't seem to matter as I tried to compose the words I would say to Donna. But nothing seemed to come to me. I couldn't find the words. After an eternity I heard the garage door open and a minute later, I heard her walking into the kitchen. She called out my name and I answered, "I'm in the bedroom." She must have grimaced at that. Returning to the scene of the crime. She came into the bedroom and without saying a word, stood by the doorway facing me with her head down. Without hesitation, I got up from the bed, walked over to her and pulled her gently into my arms. I began to nuzzle her neck and kiss her cheek as she silently dripped tears down her face. I sighed and then she sighed. We both started to speak at once, and then I said "you first." "I was bad." "Maybe," I said non-committedly. "Why don't you just tell me what happened." "I think you can see what happened," she said with a sharp tone. "Do I have to spell it out?" "I just want to know what happened, Donna. Now tell me about last night." She sat on the edge of the bed and began her account. "I don't know what to say. I went over to his house and at first he didn't even want to talk to me. I made him open up and he let me in. So then we just talked about how sometimes life sucks and I told him he was just in a rough patch but it would get better. I hugged him and he said thanks that really made him feel better that maybe somebody cares. I told him lots of people care but I just happened to be the one here with him at the moment. "That got him talking about how he doesn't do good with women and now he's lost his wife and me the only two women in his life that he thought were special to him. Then he started to cry in my arms like a baby. Finally I told him, that's it mister, we're going. You're coming over to my place and I'm going to fix us something to eat. So I made him get in my car and we came home." "Well, I can pretty much see what happened then. Where do we stand Donna?" "Like I told you. Tom was so depressed, I just did everything I could think of to cheer him up. I fixed us dinner with a glass of wine. I thought that would help. That made him feel a little better, and then I suggested we stay up and watch old movies. That sounded good to him but then I suggested he needed to bathe first, and shave." So I filled the tub with hot water and told him to get in. He just took off his clothes and got in the tub. He seemed to relax in the water and just lay his head back and closed his eyes. That's when I collected his clothes and put them in the washer. I came back in and he was still in the tub so I knelt down and told him to lean forward. I soaped up a washcloth and began to scrub his back. I just wanted him to feel loved and cared for. After he finished bathing and shaving, I put him in our bed and he fell asleep. It wasn't about sex. He just needed to be cared for and loved. I tidied up things a little and then I decided I was tired and wanted sleep. I took a shower first, then dried off and slid in bed next to him. It just seemed so natural. Almost like I was sliding into bed with you. I spooned up next to him and fell asleep. We didn't have sex until this morning. I woke up first and just snuggled up to him to keep warm. I tickled his back and gently rubbed his body. Eventually he woke up and whispered "thank you" to me. I just squeezed him tight and told him "you're welcome." After a few minutes he rolled over on his back, pulling me towards him with his arm. I instinctively reach my arm over his body and stroked his chest and stomach. We just lay like that for the longest time, touching and holding each other. I was dying to know if Tom was aroused so I accidentally on purpose moved my hand down lower till I found his erection in my hand. "Someone's feeling better," I said to him. He smiled and yawned, then rolled over on top of me. He pinned my arms down and kissed my neck and nuzzled against me. At first I told him we shouldn't be doing that but he wouldn't let me up. He lay between my legs holding me down and he kept both of my arms pinned over my head. I couldn't do anything at that point except let him have me. It was torture to feel him loving my body and knowing I would have to tell you about it later. I'm sorry," she said in her little girl voice. "Sounds like he forced himself on you." "Maybe. I think maybe I wanted him to though. Kinda like if he forced himself on me, it wouldn't be my decision. Then I wouldn't have so much guilt." "Then why do you feel so guilty?" "Because I've been a naughty, naughty girl," she said as she looked slyly up at me. "Oh, you've been naughty all right. The question is what to do with you." "You could hold me and love me. Then we can go from there," her little girl voice offered. I moved over to her facing her where she sat on the bed. Not saying a word, I pushed her shoulders back pinning her to the bed. I looked her over deliberately taking my time to inspect her body up and down. Reaching down under her dress, I slid her panties down her ankles, pulling them off. Kneeling on the floor in front of her I gently pulled her knees apart and leaned forward, inspecting her matted pubic hair. Strangely, the thing I had most feared didn't really upset me. Instead, her messy wet pussy lips looked beautiful at that exact moment. The strong scent between her legs seemed to tell me that not only had she fucked Tom, she had enjoyed it immensely. I licked my tongue on her clitoris, tentatively at first, then with more pressure. Donna didn't say anything, but her breathing quickened just a little. I then lapped slowly up and down the full length of her sex opening, letting my hands push her legs apart with more force. She groaned and moved her legs far her back against her body. I licked her up and down several more times as she started to pant. Abruptly then, I stood up, unbuckled my pants, kicked them off and went for it. I was so hard at this point and she was so wet I went right in. I pounded hard into Donna, letting my anger at her and erotic feelings express themselves all at once. After about ten strokes, I came in her, adding my semen to her lover's earlier deposit. "Eh, eh, eh, eh, eeeh, OOHHHH!!" she screamed as I filled her opening. We stopped motionless then, looking into each other's eyes, wondering what was happening, where was our relationship headed. After a moment, I laid down on her kissing her softly at first, then more needy, then softly stopping. I held her and we didn't move, afraid to change the moment, afraid to lose something. The moment of intimacy passed. I quipped, "Well, I see he didn't stretch you too much." "It wasn't for lack of trying. Damn thing was really big," she fired back. "Liar, I bet he's four inches, tops. And besides, if he was that big you'd be too sore for sex with me." "Sweetie, know that I love you like no other, but his cock was huge and I have personally never had one that big inside me. I felt filled up like I've never felt before. And for the record, I WAS sore. It's just that I would never turn you down, especially not now, not after last night..." as her voice trailed off. "Hey, want to go get some ice cream?" I asked. She looked at me strangely. Then tearing up she said, "Yes." END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it!

I was pretty sure that my stepfather, Rob, was screwing me. My mother had got us into a start-up venture together some years ago, before her death; a local Internet service provider for our town. Rob put up most of the starting capital, and did the billing and bookkeeping while I housed the machinery at my home and did the technical work. All of the income was reinvested in the business, and I had a "real" job to pay my bills. We had to borrow heavily at one stage to keep up with the demand for more capacity; but by the time of the story that I will now tell, there should have been profits. Lots of profits. I did the engineering. I knew how many subscribers we had, and I knew what was being spent on equipment, more or less. But Rob wasn't giving me access to the books. As it had started as a family venture, and no one had really expected it to go anywhere serious, I didn't have a proper contract. Rob is a lawyer and accountant, and I was starting to feel,.. well,.. screwed. I wouldn't have felt so strongly about it, if it weren't for Ashima. Ashima... just thinking of her fills me with happiness, even after five years of marriage. We met in Greece; we were both on our vacations. It was Ashima's first time away from India, and mine from The UK. She was... she still is, very beautiful. Thick black hair to her hips, five foot three, slim. I don't know how I managed to win her, but she was the best thing to ever happen to me. The sex was electrical, amazing. She loved my "Big British cock", and it loved her right back! How can I possibly describe the incredible sensation of this petite exotic beauty staring into my eyes with lust and then even love, as she cried with the power of the orgasm I provided her? And there was more than that; I loved her spirit, her bright smile, her sharp wit. I didn't have a lot of experience, but I knew that Ashima was the only woman for me, in bed and out. I had to have her; I asked her to marry me within two weeks of meeting her. I had no choice, I might never see her again otherwise. Ashima was like a bright light, illuminating my previously dark life. Before I knew the euphoria of loving her, I hadn't even been aware of my depression. Ashima is a very un-Indian Indian person. While I would have liked to get a little bit into the Indian spirit of things, Ashima wanted to be All-British. She never liked Rob much, but when I told her of my suspicions, her lovely face contorted with hate. "We should kill the asshole." was her comment when it was clear that there was no legal way to get what was ours. I don't like Rob much either, but I was still surprised at her vehemence. "I don't think that would be useful, my love. What we need is the records, and the bank statements." "Can't you just hack into his computer and get them out?" "He's not that stupid; he knows my abilities. He keeps a separate machine for those things, with no outside line connected." "There must be a way." "I have to get to his machine. If I can connect to it, I can download everything." Her narrow eyes narrowed. "How long would you need?" "Well, I pretty much know where everything is in his place. I guess a half hour would be plenty of time." "We could break in." "There's a pretty good security system up there, with an automatic dialling system. I'd prefer not to muck with it." "We could get in on some excuse... a pretext... then you could get at his computer." "He'd never let me in there alone for long knowingly. If he knew I was even in the house, he'd keep track of what I was up to." "Then we have to get you in without him knowing." We kicked some ideas around for an hour or two, and here's what we came up with; Ashima would make an appointment to see Rob, to overtly ask him to release some company funds to us for our domestic needs. She would distract him, let me in, and I would copy Rob's hard drive and look through his papers while she kept him talking. It wasn't much of a plan, I admit, but it was flexible enough that it might work. "How will I keep him talking for a half hour? He could send me home within minutes." "Don't get to the point to fast... flirt a little. Then he'll be in no hurry to get rid of you." "Flirt? I hate him! I can't I flirt with him." One of the things I've always loved about Ashima is how she sees through people. Nearly everyone thinks that Rob is a wonderful, charming type of guy. I grew up around him, so of course I know him better. "He's an American! He'll be no match for you and your inscrutable Indian ways." I said. Ashima laughed, and said; "I've been here too long already, I don't know if I remember how to be inscrutable!" "Just work on it for a few days, and try to imagine that you think Rob is an O.K. guy...think of this as a role you should act. Try to think of him as attractive... then just keep smiling, laugh at his jokes. Get yourself dressed up for it, he won't be able to resist spending a little extra time with you." "But I don't want to spend time with him, Dave. He makes my skin crawl." My love complained. "I'm not too wild about this, either, but it's the only way, Ashima. Otherwise, we may never know how much Rob is taking us for."

A lot has changed since I was regularly active. The last year and a half has ushered in a rebirth of me as a husband, cuck and person. Last year my Lara and her bf celebrated 3 years together, to celebrate that I decided I'd send them on vacation that was about them. No rules, no checking required. Just have fun. I booked them on a cruise and everything began to fall into place. I had my suspicions that they were developing feelings for each other as they got closer and closer. I knew Lara loved me so I wasn't worried, in fact I was a little happy. One night before they left the three of us went on our usual Wednesday date night. For the last year we had went to the same restaurant almost every Wednesday and had the same server every time. This time he asked me why I never brought in a date. I told him that Lara was my wife and she introduced our boyfriend. He was a little embarrassed but said he'd been invited to come home with couples before. Since I had to work at 5 in the morning, I paid the bill and went home. Lara came home around 1130, much earlier than usual when I leave early on date. She seemed nervous, flustered. She said she had something to tell me. I felt my chest tighten up and tried to control my breathing. They got back to his place about an hour earlier and were kissing and he said "I love you" she immediately said, "I love you too" without skipping a beat. They stopped. Went inside and talked about what to do. She decided to tell me right away. She insisted she loved me and told me she doesn't want this to come between us, but she did love him too. I told her I knew and I've known for a while. I kissed her and took her to bed. That weekend once things settled down he stayed the night. I was expected to do my usual servicing of them. Once I had their pants off I took him in my mouth and rubbed her. As I slid my finger in her tight pussy she moans "I love you" into his ear. He responded in kind. I about collapsed. Butterflies in my stomach. Light headed. It was finally real and I loved it. I nuzzled his tip. Kissed it lightly then slowly slid him all the way in my throat. When he entered her I traced his body and for once saw everything. They were two perfect people making perfect love. I buried my face in his ass as he pumped slid in and out of Lara. I worshipped her feet as he came in her. When I was allowed to enter her I felt every last muscle in my body tighten up it was like my first time all over again. I made love to my wife and when I came I came like a steam engine. Pushing his cum further into her pussy. A few weeks later they left on their cruise. They called me every morning usually after making love, to let me know they were alright. Her key was always visible around her neck. They sent snaps to me of them doing couple things. Holding hands. Kissing under the sunset. Cuddling. It was beautiful torture. When they came back the three of us fucked like we never had before. He came in her twice and once in me. I was allowed to cum on Lara but instructed to lick it off, naturally I obliged. Not long after that we found out she was pregnant! We decided after much discussion that I would assume role of father and no DNA test would be taken as the date of conception was during a week we both had her. During the pregnancy she became increasingly dominant. Ordering me to service them, more caging and plugging of me. We began a routing that to this day we still follow. I bathe and shave her. If she needs her toes painted i do that. She's teaching me how to do her hair as well now. At the end of April we had our baby girl and it has been nonstop ever since. During the week she takes care of her and on the weekends I give her a break and let her sleep in. About two weeks ago she had sex for the first time, I wasn't involved, I was finally allowed to a week later. I want to say more but I'm sadly out of time. I hope if anyone is facing a situation like mine that it turns out the same. This has been a beautiful journey and I wouldn't trade a single second!

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Although I prefer being somewhat of a cuck now, my intro into this lifestyle was as a bull. When I was in college, I had a class where the professor paired the students for a class project. An Asian guy, in my class, asked me if I would be his partner for the project. I’ll call him Chan. He was from a very wealthy family in South Korea and his dad sent him to the US to study engineering. I was currently living in an apartment with two other guys. Chan was married and his dad owned a very nice house near campus. He and his wife (Mia) lived in the house while he was in college. Meeting at Chan’s house, to work together on the project, made the most sense and he quickly offered. When I arrived at his house for the first time, I was impressed. I quickly realized his family’s wealth must be quite vast. It was a secluded mansion on several acres. Behind the house was a Mediterranean style pool. What impressed me more, was his wife, Mia. She is, still to this day, the most beautiful Asian woman I had ever met. It was obviously an arranged marriage. Chan was not a bad looking guy, but he was a small Asian guy and Mia’s attractiveness outweighed his significantly. It was very difficult for me to keep my eyes off of her. Mia would wear very short shorts, exposing her beautiful, smooth, toned legs. The bottoms of her round, little butt cheeks were visible, as well. I could tell her breasts were not very large, but they appeared to be, at least, B cups. Each time we met up at his house, to work on the project, Mia seemed to be getting more and more friendly with me. I also noticed Chan seemed to be kinda nervous about something. Mia would touch me gently on the arm, let her beautiful black hair brush against me and the eye contact between her and I was getting stronger. What made it more difficult for me, was she always had a wonderful, clean, fresh scent. Not to sound full of myself, but I am about 6’ tall, blonde/blue, and at the time, I was very lean, muscular and ripped. I was very athletic in high school and played intramurals in college. I never had any trouble finding very attractive women to date. One night, after working on the project, the three of us starting drinking some kind of Korean alcohol. They kept refilling my glass and I was getting pretty drunk. Eventually, I told them if I drank any more, I’d have to stay the night. After I said that, both of them agreed I should stay the night. They actually seemed excited to have me stay with them. At the end of the night, Chan and Mia showed me to a bedroom. They were both helping me settle into the room. I could tell he wanted to say something to me, but he was nervous about it. Finally, as Mia stood next to him, Chan grinned at me and said they would both love it if Mia spent the night with me. The three of us were drunk, but not that drunk. I stared at them for a second, not knowing what to say. They were both grinning at me, then Mia walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the lips. I looked back at Chan, and all I could think to say was “ok”. To be honest, I thought something was up with Chan and Mia, almost from the beginning. I was finally finding out what that was. I was amazed at how excited Chan was that Mia was going to sleep with me. He grinned at both of us, told us he would see us in the morning, left the room and shut the door. I was still dumbfounded at what was happening as Mia and I stood facing each other. She kissed me again, then started slowly removing her clothes. She wasn’t wearing much. When she removed her shirt, she wasn’t wearing a bra. When she let her tiny, little shorts hit the floor, she wasn’t wearing any panties. Since she had been bare foot all night, I realized Mia had been wearing only two articles of clothing the whole time. After her clothes were off, she started removing mine. My shirt first, then she dropped to her knees to unbuckle my belt and remove my jeans. When my hard cock came swinging out, she looked up at me, grinned and immediately started sucking it. As I suspected, her tiny, little body was absolutely beautiful. She had a tiny, triangular shaped, patch of black pubic hair above her pussy. It was natural. She said she didn’t shape it that way. Other than that, she was void of any body hair. She never had to shave her legs nor arm pits. She simply didn’t grow hair in those places. After exchanging oral sex for a while, we climbed in bed. I asked about a condom and Mia quickly said no. As I started to enter my cock into her, she muttered “slow, slow, you are much, much bigger than my husband.” Those words made my erection stronger. As I slowly pushed my cock into her pussy, Mia’s moaning got louder. As I reached full penetration, she immediately had an orgasm. She had, without a doubt, the tightest pussy I had ever fucked. I didn’t last long. Mia’s tight little pussy and the fact that she would whisper “cum in me” over and over, between her moans, made me cum pretty quickly. Luckily, that was just the first of many for the night. We would sleep a little, then Mia would wake up and fuck me again. It was our first night together and I remember it well. I came in her 8 times that night. Each time we fucked, I would last a little longer. The next morning, Mia and I woke up curled up together. I could hear Chan in the kitchen. As we got out of bed, I started to put my clothes on. Mia grinned at me and said “no clothes, I want him to see you naked”. Her request seemed weird and a little awkward, but I agreed. Mia stayed completely naked, as well, so that made it a little better. Mia and I left the bedroom completely naked. As we entered the kitchen Chan looked at me, grinned, then said “I had a feeling you had a big cock”. I laughed and said thanks. Then, he gave Mia a kiss and asked her if she enjoyed my big cock all night. She gave him a sheepish grin and said “yes, very much”. Our three-way relationship blossomed from there. They talked me into moving in with them and becoming her primary sex partner because they wanted a mixed race child. I wasn’t sure if I wanted that, but I was young and naïve and agreed to it. However, living in a mansion, with a pool, for free and having limitless sex with Mia, versus a small apartment with two other smelly guys, made the decision pretty easy. Plus, both of them treated me like a prince. Mia cooked, did my laundry and they took me out to eat and on a couple of short vacations, as well. I was amazed at Mia’s lust for sex. She seemed to have no inhibitions like every girl I had been with before her. Very little was off limits to her. She was giving me the best sex I had ever experienced. The three of us shared their king size master bed. Chan stopped having sex with his wife, because he wanted me to have her exclusively. Nevertheless, the two of them still shared lots of affection towards each other. He told me he got extreme arousal from watching Mia and I have sex. He would masturbate as he watched Mia and I having sex. Chan was not just a small guy, in stature, but he had a very small penis as well. Fully erect, he was only about 2-3 inches in length. On occasion, Mia would suck his dick as she and I were having sex, but he and she only wanted my cum in her pussy. Mia loved anal and sucking my dick and swallowing my cum, as well, but I would tease her that, those were the wrong holes to get her pregnant. Mia would wear me out on most days, because she wanted sex all the time. She stayed naked most of the time to entice me to have more sex with her and eventually all three of us were naked most of the time. Mia and I fucked everywhere inside and outside of their huge house. I would fuck her in the kitchen, laundry room, in the shower, on the kitchen table, etc. We always skinny dipped in the pool, so we had sex in and around the pool area a lot as well. Mia finally ended up pregnant, but she lost the child less than a month into the pregnancy. We were all very upset, but we kept trying. I managed to get her pregnant one more time, but she lost that one as well. I ended up living with Chan and Mia for almost a year. Then, one day, when we got word that Chan’s father suffered a stroke and they had to return to South Korea. We finished the semester, but unfortunately, they returned to their country without carrying my child. At least, as far as I know. The plan was to keep in touch and I would come to South Korea and visit my child as much as I could. Mia and I did fall in love. Chan knew that, but it didn’t seem to bother him at all. In fact, I think he liked knowing the love and connection that Mia and I shared. However, I knew because of their culture and arranged marriage she would always belong to him. Nevertheless, I will always be fond of the memory I have of Mia and what we shared together. I learned a lot from Chan and Mia. I was uncomfortable with all the nudity at first. They made fun of how Americans were so uptight about nudity and it eventually made me feel completely comfortable being naked. I probably had a few sexual hang-ups and Mia taught me how to let go and live in the moment while we were having sex. Chan taught me how being a husband, didn’t necessarily mean owning your wife in every way. Allowing one’s wife to explore her sexuality was one of the greatest gifts a husband could give to his wife. I was his wife’s bull, but Chan planted the seed, in my mind, for me to be a cuckold one day. As far as the class project. We got an A. Or, I should say Chan earned us an A. He did the vast majority of the work while I was fucking his wife. My wife knows this about my past and she and I would both be tickled if a half Asian/Caucasian knocked on our door one day claiming I was their father. It also sparked a curiosity from my wife. She asked me how I enjoyed being a bull. I told her I thoroughly enjoyed every second of my relationship with Chan and Mia, but what I really wanted, was to be the cuckold. It took my wife a long time to warm up to the idea, but she finally did.

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The Perverted Bridge Club by Gustav Jorgenson You and your wife are relaxing at home one Saturday afternoon when two fellows, Matt and Chad from your bridge club stop by unannounced. “Why, Hello there, boys,” says your wife brightly as she invites them in. “To what do we owe this unexpected pleasure of your company?” “Hello, Heidi, Hello Clay,” they say greeting your wife and you and taking a seat in the livingroom. “We are sort of at loose ends this afternoon, so we thought we would drop by and pay a visit,” says Chad with a smile. “Well it's nice to see you. Let me get you two a beverage. Clay and I were having soft drinks, but maybe we should switch to something harder,” she gives you a questioning glance. “By all means," you agree, and you join your wife at the bar to mix up some cocktails. “So where are Gracie and Paige?” asks your wife referring to Chad and Matt's wives, as she hands Matt a gin and tonic. “Well, they are out with some... friends today,” says Matt with a strange smile. “I'm hearing scare quotes around the word 'friends' there," you laugh, handing Chad his standard martini and returning to your chair. Your wife casually deposits herself between Matt and Chad on the couch and crosses her legs jauntily, exposing a bit of thigh, as she hikes the hem of her dress up a bit. “They are doing sort of an... experiment today," says Chad. “But we aren't supposed to talk about it," he continues, giving Matt a significant look. You wife looks back and forth between Matt and Chad sitting to either side of her with a gaze of bemused curiosity. “What are you too playing at?” she asks with a twinkle in her eye. “You two should know you can't reveal that you have a secret around Heidi," you tell them with a chuckle. “Now she won't rest until she has pried it out of you.” “It's true, gentlemen. vee haff vays of making you taulk," says your wife, assuming a stern expression and trotting out her mock German accent. Everyone has a good laugh at her impression of a Gestapo interrogator. Matt holds up his hands in surrender. “Ok, Ok, we capitulate, Frau Heidi. We will spill the beans." He tries to suppress a smile and nods to Chad who just wriggles uncomfortably. “You tell them!” he says excitedly. “I fear the wrath of Gracie more than Heidi.” You all chuckle at this and your wife turns her attention back to Matt. She is twirling her foot with anticipation which you know is a sign that her interest is truly piqued. “I just can't imagine what's gotten into you two," she says, gazing raptly at Matt. Matt takes a deep breath and says, “Gracie and Paige are out on a double date this afternoon.” You and Heidi exchange confused glances. “Uh, wait, what?” you say with a crooked smile. “How is that possible with you two sitting here?” Your wife turns to Chad with a furrowed brow waiting for an explanation. He sighs and says, “They met some construction workers at a biker bar who asked them out.” You and Heidi break out laughing at that and it takes you a few minutes to gain composure. But you notice that Chad and Matt are just exchanging smug smiles. “Oh, that's rich,” gasps your wife. “The very idea. You two had us going for a minute there," she says slapping Chad's shoulder playfully. “Heidi, we are perfectly serious," says Matt with a straight face. “Our wives are out on a double date with two strange men they picked up in a bar.” You and Heidi both gaze at Matt in frank disbelief. You've know these two couples for years and they are perfectly normal, upper-middle class suburbanites like yourselves. Chad clears his throat, and Heidi turns her attention to him. “Maybe we should give some background to this.” “Oh, yes, please do," says your wife, lightly, still not taking them seriously. “Do you recall that Caribbean trip, that Gracie and I took with Paige and Matt a couple of years ago?” he asks. You and your wife exchange a look of surprise that this abrupt turn. “Of course," you say. “You all talked quite a bit about that when you got back. What does that have to do with anything?” “Well we didn't tell the whole story," says Chad, looking at Matt for help. Matt leans forward and steeples his fingers. “We did a fair amount of drinking on this trip.” “What ELSE is new?” snorts your wife playfully. Matt shoots her a quick grin and resumes, “Right, no news there. Anyway, one night we were all drinking by the hotel pool. It was very late and all the other guests had returned to their rooms. But we were having a wonderful time, so we stayed up. My memory is a bit fuzzy since we were quite drunk, but basically the girls dared each other to take off their bikini tops to give Chad and I a thrill.” “No!” says your wife, her eyes bright with excitement. “Scandalous!” “It's the sort of thing that made sense at the time," chimes in Chad. “Did we mention that we were drinking?” “But I mean, right there in the open?” asks your wife, wriggling with pleasure at the juiciness of this story. “No one was around," says Matt with a smile. “So they did it, both Gracie and Paige took off their tops and set their lovely boobs free to enjoy the mild night air.” “And believe me, Matt and I both took notice," says Chad, clearly warming up to the story. “I'll bet," you put in with a smile. “And of course, I was gazing at Gracie's pert, pink nipples, while Chad examined Paige's gorgeous orbs," says Matt, looking at your wife with a devilish smile. “Oh my god, you are terrible," says your wife with delight. “Each of you looking at another woman right in front of your wives!" Heidi is obviously titillated by the story and motions for them to go on. “Yes,” says Chad rubbing his hands gleefully, “It was a surreal moment for all of us, I am sure. I mean, we have all known each other for years...” “My god, it must be twelve years by now," you add thoughtfully. “Right," says Chad, acknowledging your point. “So it was oddly comfortable, and yet...” “Perverted!” laughs your wife, slapping his knee playfully. Her foot is really twirling now and her excitement is palpable. “It was pretty twisted," admits Matt. “But then the girls notice the reaction they were getting.” Heidi glances down at Matt's crotch significantly. “You mean... down there?" she asks. “Yep, we were both pitching tents at that point," says Chad proudly. “I guess you weren't TOO drunk yet then," you say with a chuckle, shifting in your seat to hide your own growing hard-on. “Whiskey dick hadn't set in yet.” “Oh, Clay!" chides your wife, wrinkling her nose at your off-color remark. “So Paige points out our erections to Gracie and says something like 'Haven't seen one of those in a while.'” says Chad ruefully. “Oh boy," says Heidi, gulping with anticipation. “And then Matt jumps up and well, he just pulls his thing right out and says something about having some juice left in him or something," says Chad giving Matt a teasing smile. “I was pretty drunk, and I sort of felt like my manhood was being challenged," admits Matt and he actually seems to be blushing slightly. “You didn't!” exclaims your wife, cackling with delight. “Oh he did! I was sitting right there," laughs Chad. “He pulled his johnson right out, standing at attention for the world to see. I wasn't too impressed," he adds mildly with a modest tilt of the head. Everyone laughs at that, but it's a jittery, over-stimulated sort of laugh. “No I guess you weren't impressed, but your wife sure was," returns Matt with a good natured smile. “True," admits Chad. “The girls broke out laughing and whistling when Matt pulled his shorts down but Gracie couldn't take her eyes off of Matt's manhood. Paige noticed Gracie's fascination and impulsively encouraged her to grab it if she wanted. Matt eagerly thrust it into Gracie's face, but I objected.” Matt cut in at this point, sweating and aroused to recount the tale. “So Paige just reached over and yanked Chad's thing out.” “I... I just can't picture meek little Paige doing that..," says your wife with amazement. Matt smiled knowingly in return. “Oh you don't know that side of Paige. She is quiet in company, but she's a hellcat between the sheets.” “I'll say," agrees Chad. “She went right to work on my stiffy. Once Matt saw that, he practically slapped Gracie in the face with his wang, and to my surprise, Gracie just open her mouth and took it right in.” “Let me get this straight," you say holding up your hands. “You guys are saying that you basically swapped wives during that Caribbean trip." You find this almost impossible to believe. You've spent a lot of time with both couples and you never suspected. “And most amazingly, bossy Gracie, submitted to having Matt's cock thrust in her mouth while retiring Paige practically tore Chad's shorts off," she is so thrilled by the story that she claps her hands gleefully. Chad surreptitiously rearranges the tent in his own trousers and says. “Pretty much. That's when we started swinging.” “Started?” you ask with a raised eyebrow. Matt leans back and takes a sip of his drink. “Come on Clay, you know how it is... A married couple together for years and years... Pretty soon the spark starts to dim a bit.” “Of course, we still love our wives deeply," asserts Chad. “And they are completely committed to us.” Heidi wags her finger and squints at Chad. “You know a lot of little weird comments over the years are starting to make sense now." She turns to you with a smile. “Think back to all the times those four rode together to various events even though they don't live very close to each other, Clay.” “That's true,” you admit thoughtfully. “But I never suspected something like... this was going on." You add making a face of disgust. “Don't be so judgmental," chirps Matt defensively. “How often do you and Heidi have sex these days?” “Well, that's... that's beside the point," you sputter, caught off-guard by the question. Chad takes Heidi's hand gently. “Well, Heidi?” he asks tenderly. Your wife looks wistfully into Chad's eyes for a moment and then averts her gaze. “Once a month maybe?” she says softly. She sounds a little choked up and it breaks your heart a little to hear how upset she is suddenly. Of course you had discussed it over the years, and you tried to reignite things once the kids moved out. But there always seemed to be something else to do each evening. “Ugh," you say, perplexed at this turn in the conversation. “The fact is that swinging a little bit has really fired up our sex lives. Seeing Matt get all excited by my wife's body reminds me what a sexy woman Gracie is," says Chad blushing slightly. “And frankly, when they have sex, it really stirs me up inside. I feel... challenged. It's been a long time since I've had to compete with another man for Gracie's attention. So even when it's just her and I together, the sex is amazing.” “It’s the same for Paige and I," gushes Matt. “I just think about how eagerly she goes down on Chad, and it burns me up. I feel that I have to top him and show her that I am a better lover.” Your wife is staring at Matt with her mouth hanging open in amazement. “So how often do you two... do it?” she asks him with interest. “Oh every day," he says with a boastful smile, casually patting her on the thigh. “Whoa," responds your wife, and you notice her glancing at the bulge in Matt's trousers. He sees her looking and rudely reaches down to adjust his erection right in front of her. “Hey, do your wives know you are telling us this now?” you interject, uncomfortable with that little exchange. “Yes, Paige insisted that we try to recruit you two today," says Matt glancing at you shyly. When you realize what he is suggesting, you feel your face heating up. “Hey!” shouts your wife laughing happily. “Is your slut wife trying to get with my husband or something?” she teases. “Yes, actually," he answers matter-of-factly, letting his eyes linger on Heidi's bosom for a moment longer than necessary. Heidi cackles with hysterical laughter at the idea and slaps his leg. He reaches over in turn and grasps her thigh familiarly. “What do you think of that idea?” he asks her lustily. “Why, it's just outrageous," gasps your wife with a smile. “I mean I don't know what to say. We've known you all these years... Honey, help me out here!” she says turning to you as she gestures awkwardly. “I am as taken aback by this as you dear, believe me," you stammer, but then you think of something they said earlier and decide to change the subject. “But what's this business with the construction workers all about?” you ask. “It's an experiment that Paige and Gracie cooked up. We've all enjoyed pushing past the boundaries of propriety with the swinging. Now they want to see how far they can take this," says Chad with a lewd smile. “And?” asks your wife, hanging on his every word. “And, some stranger construction workers are probably fucking our wives right as we speak," he says spreading his hands and giving her a little wink. “You've got to be kidding," she says, aghast. “Isn't that... dangerous?” “Well, we bought the girls pepper spray," says Matt judiciously. “Also, they agreed to stay together the whole time. And don't forget that Gracie is a black belt. I just hope they don't hurt the construction workers.” “Wow," you say and your mind is truly blown. “You think you know people and then all of a sudden, there is this wild revelation.” “Shocking, isn't it?" says Matt smiling at your wife as he continues to squeeze and rub her thigh. “Whoa, there Matt," says your wife, putting her hand on his. “That's a little fresh, mister.” “Don't you like it?” he asks her, shifting in his chair so that his erection is more obvious. Heidi's eyes widen at his overture. She gazes at his crotch and the glances over at you guiltily. “Well, the attention is very flattering, I'm sure," she stammers, looking at you pleadingly. “You are a very beautiful woman, have I ever told you that?” he hurries on before you can interrupt. Your wife sees the frank lust in Matt's eyes and her look softens. “Oh, Matt. No of course you never told me that.” “Why do I feel as though we've all fallen down the rabbit hole here," you laugh awkwardly. Your stomach is churning and your palms are sweating at the sight of your old friend Matt hitting on your wife. “I've had that feeling for years now," chuckles Chad. “You'll grow to love it.” “I'm not so sure, I mean, we are pretty conservative... sexually that is," you say looking on skeptically as your wife allows Matt to slide his hand a little further up her thigh. “Don't get me wrong, I am open-minded. You folks will always remain our close friends, and we will respect your choices, but...” “You you prefer to remain indefinitely in the sexual doldrums?” asks Matt somewhat snappishly. You see that he still hasn't removed his hands from your wife's thigh and has slid it up practically to her crotch at this point. “Uh, we are happy enough, aren't we dear?” you ask your wife half-heartedly. In fact, the question has bothered both of you for some time. Your wife is obviously thinking the same thing. The salacious story that Chad and Matt told obviously got her blood flowing, and now she is in a state of high arousal. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are bright with excitement. “Frankly, Matt, our sex life needs some work. I admit it. But this..," she gestures toward his hand on her leg, and gulps as he gives her inner thigh another squeeze. “Uh, I mean. Wow, it's going pretty far isn't it. I mean, this is crazy! I can't just sleep with another man," She looks at Matt searchingly. “Well, I'm not just any man off the street," he says with a suggestive smile. “We've known each other for years. Besides, Paige and Gracie are both interested in... trying Clay out as it were. So while you are with another man, you husband can be with another woman. Could you handle that?” Heidi looks over at you thoughtfully. “I don't know, I never seriously considered that. Would you want to have sex with Gracie and Paige, dear?” You snort with embarrassment. “That's a damned if you do, damned if you don't sort of question, isn't it," you say shakily. “Of course, they are both attractive women in their own ways. They are both certainly fit..." You laugh nervously. “But can you honestly picture watching me having sex with Paige while I watch you having sex with Matt?” Oddly, the idea doesn't seem that ridiculous as you say it and your erection actually grows stiffer at the thought. You wife notices the bulge in your pants and says “Frankly, the idea of that actually does turn me on a little, but I don't think I could live with the consequences." She puts her hand on Matt's again as he pushes up toward her crotch, but doesn't pull it away. Then she turns to Chad. “Don't you all get terribly jealous?” she asks meekly. “Of course," he answers with a relaxed smile. “That actually fuels our sex life. We try to keep it in balance. Gracie has sex with Matt and I have sex with Paige. We both 'cheated' on the other as it were, so the acts cancel themselves out mostly. Not entirely. There are little things, an extra orgasm here or there that cause pangs, but that's the fun of it.” “Also, we established rules up front," said Matt as he massages your wife's crotch. “We normally only have sex all together. No little trysts on the side...” “Matt, can you stop... touching my wife like that?” you interrupt. “We haven't agreed to go along with this stuff yet. Honey, isn't that making you nervous?” you ask petulantly. “It's making me very hot," she admits. He cheeks are flushed bright red now and she looks more beautiful to you now in this stirred up state than she has in years. “Let's make a deal, Chad," says Matt. “If you wife tells me to stop, I will. If she doesn't, then I think you need to reconsider your position." Then he hikes your wife's dress up around her waist, revealing her panties which are clearly soaked. Chad looks over with interest as Matt hooks his fingers into the top of her panties and starts to pull them down. Heidi puts her hands on Matt's lightly. “Oh Matt!” she says in exasperation. Then she looks at you pleadingly. Your blood is running cold, but your erection is fully engorged at the sight of this. You are frozen by the sight and can say nothing. “What are you saying?” asks Matt, looking at her with concern. “Are you asking me to stop?” You wife looks you questioningly in the eye and you gulp. She is clearly aroused and would go through with this if you don’t stop her. Your torn by conflicting emotions of jealousy and arousal. Part of you wants your wife to show her pussy to these two good friends and you unconsciously touch your erection as you realize that. Your wife notices you touching yourself and takes that as a signal. She sighs with resignation. “No," she says in a tiny voice. “We’re not trying to stop you.” You let out a huge pent up sigh as Matt looks at you and pulls your wife's panties down. “You will thank me for this, Clay," he says apologetically. Chad gazes at your wife's @@@@@@@ bush for a moment before she pulls her dress down in embarrassment. “Don't look, Chad," she says coyly as she kicks her panties away. “Well that's the first time I saw your vagina, so it was pretty exciting," he says gripping the bulge in his pants. “Chad!” says your wife in surprise. Then she turns to you. “It feels so strange to be the center of so much... sexual attention," she says to you with an air of confidentiality. “It's alright, dear. Keep your dress down. We don't have to show nasty Chad your privates while we do this," says Matt softly as he reaches his hand back up your wife's dress. After a moment your wife gives a start and you assume that Matt is touching her labia or clitoris. “Oh Matt," she says lustily, taking his cheek in her hand and gazing into his eyes. “This is so... dirty.” “Yes it is," he says in a deep voice. “What do you say now, Clay? You wife is letting me explore her nether regions with my finger right now.” “Yes, I see that. I kind of wish Paige were here to seal the deal," you say with a gulp as you look on in fascination your heart racing in your chest. “Yeah, sorry about that, old man. We are breaking the rules a bit here. Paige owes you one," says Matt contritely. He must have thrust a finger into you wife as he said this because she gasps with pleasure. “Christ!” you say helplessly as you watch your wife about to have an orgasm. “Oh boy,” she says, noticing your discomfort. She is panting with excitement but pushes Matt's hand away gently. “We better stop, Matt. Clay is upset.” Matt leans back in his seat and heaves a sigh of frustration. “I've got blue balls now, Clay!” he complains to you. “Is that my fault?” you laugh nervously. “I didn't tell you to finger my wife," But you feel weird about this. It's a bit ridiculous to let him feel her up and then make them stop. Matt just pouts and rubs his boner through his pants, while Heidi looks on in interest. “Jesus!” you say. “What do you want to do, Heidi?” you ask. “Whatever you say," she says meekly, not taking her eyes off of Matt's cock. “Well I guess you already let him touch you in a completely inappropriate way," you admit thoughtfully. “True," she agrees, looking at you curiously. “Didn't you enjoy... watching?” she asks quietly. “Well, I don't know... in some ways yes, but it's hard to take. I guess it really would bother me less if Paige were doing the same to me," you say. “That's true," interjects Chad. “It's not fair to make him watch without Paige here to service him, Matt.” “Yeah, I know. Sorry," admits Matt. Then his expression brightens. “Can I take Heidi into the other room for a minute?” “Uh, what?” you ask, taken by surprise. “Well you wouldn't have to watch then," he says, spreading his hands reasonably. “That sounds... kinky," says your wife with a mischievous smile. “Really?” you ask. “You want to do that, Heidi?” “He's piqued my curiosity now dear. As you said, we've crossed the Rubicon already in some ways. I promise to let you and Paige do whatever you like," she says standing up and leading Matt toward the bedroom. “I… well, alright," you stammer as they depart. Chad looks at you quizzically for a minute. “You know, I think you are missing a great opportunity. You should have just whipped it out and started masturbating.” “Come on, Chad," you object with embarrassment. “Well he's probably going to really fuck your wife now," says Chad knowingly. “He won't hold back at all.” “No, I don't think Heidi would let him," you say uncertainly. “Oh? She let him finger her didn't she?" he says with a smirk. “Yes, but that's... You know, foreplay," you counter lamely. “Would you put money on it?” he asks. “I'll bet you $100 that if we wait 5 minutes and then checked in on them, Matt will be fucking the shit out of your wife and she will be begging for more.” “Jesus, Chad!” you say. He just shrugs and looks at his watch. “Doesn't it bother you that your own wife is getting fucked by some strange guy right now?” you ask him. “I mean, even if Heidi does let Matt... go all the way. Just knowing that it's only Matt, well makes it somewhat easier to handle," you say, trying to rationalize your feelings. “I just hope they bring back pictures," says Chad with an evil grin. “I mean, I know what you are saying, it's just that we have been doing this a while, and I am ready for the more twisted stuff now.” You sit drinking in silence for a few minutes and then Chad checks his watch. “Well, let's go check in on the love birds.” You and he walk down the hall and stand outside your bedroom door. Your stomach drops when you hear the distinctive creaking of the bed and Heidi's muffled groans of pleasure. “Ok, you win," you say retreating, not wanting to see. “Don't you want to see?” he asks. “No, I can't," you admit. “Mind if I join them?” he asks casually. “Wait, what?” you ask. “Well, you know," he says. “I'm feeling a bit randy myself.” “But," you say, at a loss for words. “Don't worry, I will be gentle with her," he assures you and then slips into the room, closing the door softly behind him. You stand and stare at the bedroom door for minute. The creaking stops and you hear a muffled conversation going on. Soon you hear Heidi cackling with laughter and presently the creaking resumes. You feel truly nauseous now and head back to the living room to wait. They are in there a long time and you struggle with conflicting emotions of jealousy, excitement, arousal, anger and disgust. Eventually Matt and Chad emerge, both glowing with satisfaction. “Heidi's getting cleaned up," says Matt. “We both shot a lot of cum on her," he adds with a raunchy squint. “She was a good sport," agrees Chad with a chuckle. “She didn't mind doing us both at once. I was afraid I would have to wait my turn, or worse yet, just jerk off while I watched. But no, she agreed to let me stick my cock right in her mouth while Matt ploughed her from behind.” “Please stop," you say, stunned. “I can't take this.” “Oh, you'll be fine. We will send Paige and Gracie over tonight to even the score," says Matt good-naturedly. “We will clean them up first from their construction worker party. Don't worry," says Chad patting you on the shoulder. And with that, they are gone. Heidi comes back into the living room blushing furiously. “So... what would you like for dinner?” she asks meekly. 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Poker Night by Gustav Jorgenson Excerpted from "Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching, Vol.5" Every month a few old friends of mine come over to my place for poker night. I’ve known Arnold, Ben, and Carl since college and we all ended up in the Bay Area together since that’s where all the tech work is. My wife Zoe usually just spends poker night at her sister Terry’s house to let us have a guy’s night, so I was surprised when she came into the dining room as I was dealing the first hand. “Hey, honey, aren’t you heading over to Terry’s tonight?” I asked in surprise. Zoe looked at my friends gathered around the table with me nervously before answering. “Uh, no, I am going out for drinks with William from work,” she said, touching her neck self-consciously. “Drinks?” I asked, growing uneasy. “Almost sounds like a date,” chimed in Arnold giving me a lecherous grin. “Quiet down, Arny,” put in Ben primly. “Well, yes, I suppose it is sort of like a date,” admitted Zoe, looking down and nudging the carpet with her toe. She shot me a sharp glance and motioned toward the kitchen. “Maybe we should talk about this in the other room, dear.” “Oh, come on, Zoe, why I’ve know these guys for twenty years,” I chuckled. “We’ve got nothing to hide from them. But I will say that I don’t like Will very much. I don’t like the way he looks at your boobs all the time.” “What’s wrong with Zoe’s boobs? They look good to me,” laughed Arnold, staring pointedly at my wife’s chest. “Can it, Arny,” said Carl. “Jeez! You can’t joke around with another man’s wife like that!” Zoe covered her boobs self-consciously with her hands and laughed uneasily. “Yes, Will is pretty aggressive. He’s always flirting with me and trying to get me to wear sexier outfits to work. I usually just turn him down when he asks me out for drinks, but he’s sort of worn down my resistance and since you boys have poker night tonight, I agreed to go out with him. I’m sure he thinks of this is a date. That’s why I wanted to talk to you in the other room.” My wife gazed significantly toward the kitchen and motioned with her head in that direction. “Come on, Zoe, don’t be ridiculous,” I said, putting more bravado into my voice than I felt. “Go ahead and have drinks with this guy if you want. I trust you.” “Yeah, but, you know, he is going to expect, well, you know,” Zoe trailed off, her face blushing cutely. “What are you talking about?” asked Carl, in surprise. “What’s he going to expect? He knows you are married, right?” I nodded along in agreement, looking up at my wife quizzically. “Believe me, Carl, Will doesn’t care if I’m married or not. If I go out drinking with him, he’s going to want to fool around a little,” said my wife with a forced smile. “Sounds pretty hot, how far are you going to let him go?” asked Arnold, wagging his eyebrows at Zoe. Instead of laughing and slapping Arnold’s shoulder as she usually does when he teases her, Zoe shrugged her shoulders and answered him, “That’s just it, I don’t know, Arny.” “Come on, now, what do you mean, you don’t know?” I said hotly. “Now settle down, Ed, settle down,” said Ben. Ben is always the reasonable one. “Zoe is a good girl, I’m sure she won’t do anything improper with this Will fellow.” “I’m not a girl anymore, Ben. I’m 43,” said Zoe with a smile. “Of course I won’t do anything improper, but you know, after I’ve had a few drinks and I’m feeling loose, well, it’ll be sort of hard to say no to a really assertive guy like Will.” I just broke out laughing, but I felt like I was hyperventilating and soon I was gasping for breath. Carl patted me on the back with a concerned look on his face. “Zoe, stop teasing your husband like that. A married woman can’t go fooling around with other men,” said Carl, glaring at my wife angrily. “I would pop such a boner if my wife fooled around with another guy. Christ, that would be hot as fuck,” muttered Arnold into his beer. “My God! Are you serious, Arnold?” asked Ben in frank surprise. “Sure I am,” said Arnold. “Jeez, you guys, I’ve gotten to the point with my wife where the sex has sort of petered out and our marriage has started to turn platonic. Frankly it’s hard for me to get it up for Sarah any more. I’ll bet Ed and Zoe are the same.” “Ah, no comment,” I said, ducking my head in embarrassment. Zoe just folded her arms and shook her head at Arnold, suppressing a smile. “But look at Zoe, she’s still got a great body, she’s a beautiful woman. She’s old news to Ed, but to Will, she’s a fresh conquest waiting to happen,” continued Arnold, gesturing excitedly. “Conquest waiting to happen? I don’t like the sound of that,” I said uneasily, looking at my wife with trepidation. She just shrugged sheepishly but said nothing. “You like to shoot your mouth off, Arny, but you are talking about breaking up a marriage here. That’s nothing to joke about!” snapped Carl angrily. Carl was clearly still sensitive about his recent divorce that was caused by his wife’s infidelity. Arnold looked at Carl sadly for a moment, the wind taken from his sails. Ben patted Carl’s arm in consolation. “Look, Carl,” said Arnold softly. “It doesn’t have to be that way. If Ed knows about it and agrees to it, then Zoe and Will can have a little fun and no harm is done. Maybe Ed will feel a little prick of jealousy, maybe he will stop taking his sexy wife for granted.” Arnold looked me in the eye. “What do you think, Ed, doesn’t it turn you on a little bit to think of Zoe fooling around with another guy?” I thought it over for a minute and then took a gulp of my beer. All eyes were on me and I could feel my pits growing damp with anxiety. I looked at my pretty wife, chewing her lip nervously as she waited to hear what I would say. “Do I really take you for granted, Zoe?” I asked. “I don’t know,” she said, looking back down at her feet. “Shit,” I muttered. “But wait a minute, do you really want to fool around with this guy? I mean, Will is a real prick in my opinion.” Zoe ran her hands through her hair and gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Uh, what can I say? You’re right, Will has a really dickish personality. But, it’s flattering to be pursued so insistently. It’s kind of exciting to be desired like that.” Her eyes lit up with excitement as she talked and my stomach roiled with jealousy. But I could also feel my penis stirring slightly at the thought of my wife being with another man. “Look at the gears turning,” laughed Arnold, gesturing at me. “I can’t believe you are even considering this!” sputtered Carl indignantly. “Now Carl, settle down,” said Ben evenly, putting a hand on Carl’s shoulder. “If you had worked out a consensual deal with Linda, you two might still be together.” If anyone but Ben had said that, Carl would have punched them. But Carl just looked at Ben’s earnest, bespectacled face and frowned thoughtfully. Ben looked at me and continued, “I think you would need to establish some ground rules before going through with this though. You need to agree on how far Zoe will go with this guy.” “This is too strange,” I said, smiling queasily, feeling slightly nauseous. “Negotiating how far my wife will go with another guy?” But my penis kept swelling in spite of my emotional distress. “Well, first things first,” said Arnold, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “Location. Does Zoe go back to Will’s place or bring him back here.” “Oh, I wouldn’t go back to Will’s apartment. I wouldn’t feel safe there,” said Zoe, holding up her hands. “We would have to come back here.” “Yeah, it’s much hotter if Ed can watch while you guys are getting it on,” babbled Arnold, sweat beading up on his forehead. “That’s sick,” spat Carl dismissively. “Besides, are we going to break up our poker night so Ed can watch his wife get pawed by some asshole.” “No, no, we are definitely not breaking up poker night. If Zoe wants to fool around with another guy, she has to bring him back here and do it in the the living room while we play poker in here,” I said adamantly crossing my arms. “I want to keep an eye on things to make sure they don’t get out of hand.” Zoe smiled at me brightly. “Oh, I agree dear. It will be like the old days, entertaining a boy with my parents in the next room. I will feel so naughty.” “Hmmph, this guy will need a pretty big pair of stones to put the moves on another man’s wife with the husband and all his buddies sitting in plain sight in the next room. He will probably chicken out,” said Carl, warming up to the idea. “True,” laughed Zoe, scratching her cheek. “Maybe nothing will happen after all. But somehow, I suspect that Will won’t be bothered in the least and that I will be able to see for myself just how big his balls are.” She moved her upturned palm up and down as though weighing a pair of testicles in her hand and my stomach flipped as Arnold and Ben chuckled at my wife’s raunchy joke. “Zoe, come on. I’m not fully comfortable with this yet,” I stammered, rubbing my head in confusion. “Right,” said Ben, pointing at me decisively. “So the question is, what can you handle, Ed?” “You don’t want Zoe rubbing Will’s balls?” asked Arnold, grinning madly. “It’s a little disturbing how much you are enjoying this, Arny,” I said, shaking my head. “But at this point, I could handle, I don’t know, maybe some hugging and kissing, nothing more. No ball touching.” “What, not even though his pants?” blurted Zoe. We all looked at her in surprise and she reddened in shame. “I mean, it’s been a long time since I made out on the couch with anyone, but a proper snog definitely involves some crotch squeezing.” “You want to grab this guy’s crotch?” I demanded, feeling jealous and a little angry. “Well, you know, I assume he’s got a pretty good sized package down there and I wouldn’t mind checking it out a little,” said my wife, trying to hide her excitement. My rebellious cock stiffened in reaction and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “Uh, ok, that’s too much information,” I said. “What about second base?” asked Arnold, pointing to Zoe’s boobs. “Does the lucky guy get to squeeze Zoe’s luscious knockers?” “Well of course,” exclaimed Zoe impulsively. She saw the look of shock on my face and covered her mouth in embarrassment. “I mean, if you approve dear. But really, it’s kind of hard to imagine fooling around without some boob action.” “Yes, that’s true,” I admitted stiffly, fingering my boner through my pants under the table as I pictured that jerk fondling my wife on the couch while I watched. “This is going to be so hot,” gushed Arnold. His nose was getting red from the alcohol. “You are a goddamn pervert, Arny,” said Carl. “Oh my gosh, I am feeling so nervous all of a sudden,” said my wife, fanning her face with her hand. “I mean, I haven’t been on a date in years. What am I going to wear?” She looked down at us and spread her arms imploringly. “Normally, I would have my girlfriends help me, but since there is no time, I need you guys to help me pick out a properly slutty outfit. I’ll be right back.” “Slutty?” I asked grumpily. “Why not wear something modest?” “Honey,” said Zoe, putting her hands on her hips the way she does when I forget to take out the garbage. “You and I have agreed that there is going to be some hanky panky between Will and I tonight. But he doesn’t know that yet. I can’t just come out and invite him home to make out with me. I have to send him the message with my outfit.” “Oh my god,” I said, putting my face into my palm. “What have I gotten myself into?” “Oh don’t worry dear, this is going to be fun, you’ll see,” chattered Zoe. Then she sprinted off to our bedroom like a teenage girl to get changed. “Boy, she’s pretty enthusiastic all of sudden,” grumbled Carl. “Well, to be fair, Ed has agreed to this,” said Ben, taking up the cards and shuffling them. “Sure, she’s just excited to be going on a date. It probably makes her feel young again,” said Arnold reasonably as Ben dealt out a hand. “Ante up.” We played out a hand and I drained one beer quickly and then pulled another round from the fridge before Zoe returned to the dining room to show off her outfit. She was wearing a short, tight black dress that clung to her ample tits and ass and her pale white upper thighs peeked out above her thigh high stockings. Even Carl had to whistle appreciatively as she presented herself to us for inspection. “What a body!” said Arnold with admiration. “You look very attractive, Zoe,” said Ben primly, but his glasses were literally steaming up at the sight of my wife’s curvaceous body. “Does this dress make my ass look big?” asked Zoe with concern as she turned and bent over slightly so we could examine her rear end. “Yes, but in a good way,” I said, as I eyed my wife’s round buttocks, perfectly outlined by the absurdly tight dress. “I’d tap that,” muttered Arnold under his breath. “Shut up Arny,” said Carl. Zoe turned to face us again, smoothing her dress over her hips uneasily. “I don’t know, I feel fat. I have to suck my gut in. Do I really look sexy enough?” “Maybe too sexy,” admitted Carl. “Thing is, that dress is so tight, I can see the outline of your bra,” commented Arnold neutrally. “I know, I noticed that,” said Zoe, putting her hands on her boobs. “But if I take off my bra, my boobs will be bouncing out of control.” I think Ben surprised us all when he chimed in. “Well you are trying to send the message that you are, ah, available,” said Ben, pushing his glasses back up his nose awkwardly. We all broke out laughing at the idea of nerdy Ben encouraging my wife to lose her bra. “Jeez, Ben, I didn’t think you had it in you,” murmured Zoe as she deftly unsnapped her bra and slipped it off, extracting it from the front of her dress with a shrug of her shoulders. “Oh my god, they are going to sag to my waist.” “No, they are still fairly perky,” observed Arnold, gazing with relish at my wife’s jiggling boobs. We all watched in fascination as her nipples became flamboyantly erect. “Everyone will be able to see when my headlights are on,” said my wife, covering her nipples bashfully with her hands. “Well, there won’t be much doubt in Will’s mind when he sees you in that outfit,” I said. “I can’t believe I am helping my wife sex it up to attract another man. This is surreal.” “I know honey, this is definitely the kinkiest thing we have ever done,” said Zoe, coming over to give me a peck on the cheek. As she bent over I gazed with interest down the front of her dress at her dangling cleavage and then I glanced over to see Carl’s eyes fixed on my wife’s knockers. “Getting an eyeful there, Carl?” I asked sardonically, and he blushed with embarrassment and averted his eyes while everyone else laughed. “Ok, I’m going off to meet my date at the bar. If all goes well, he and I will be coming back here in a couple of hours, sauced up and feeling randy,” said Zoe with a twinkle in her eye, striking a sexy pose by cocking one hip. “Wish me luck, fellas.” “Oh boy,” I groaned. Zoe bent over again to take my face in her hands and I knew that everyone was looking down the front of her dress again. “Ed, you and I are going to have some extremely steamy sex once this is over. Can’t you feel it?” “Yes, I think you are right,” I said, looking up at her lovingly. “I feel those butterflies in my belly that I haven’t felt since we first started dating.” “Me too!” she said brightly. “Bye bye, see you later,” And with that she was gone, striding out of the room to go seduce another man. “Wow, I hope you can handle this my friend,” said Carl, clapping me on the shoulder. The hours went by and we carried on our card game, but I just couldn’t take my mind off my wife. I kept picturing her flirting with Will, bending over to show him her cleavage or rubbing up against him as they got drunk at the bar together and my gut wrenched with jealousy at the thought of it. “You’ve been losing all night,” commented Ben, showing me his two aces and scraping the chips toward himself. “He’s been distracted thinking about his wife with that other guy,” said Carl, looking pointedly at Arnold. Arnold pulled at his collar defensively. “Well, come on, it’s not my fault this is happening, Carl.” But Carl just gazed at Arnold coldly and said nothing. “Hey, Ed, look, lighten up man. If you change your mind about this this, you can always call it off and we will throw this Will guy out on his ass.” “Shit, that’s just it, Arny,” I said, throwing down my cards and taking up my beer. “It wasn’t your damn idea, it was this guy Will’s damn idea, and my wife suddenly felt someone paying attention to her in a way that I just can’t anymore. I mean, I love my wife, but after twenty years, the mystery is gone. We are both known quantities to each other. Should I deny her a little fun with another guy because of my petty insecurities and jealousy?” “Fuck, Ed,” said Carl, looking at me sadly. “You are making me feel like a heel for breaking it off with Linda.” “Do you ever talk to her?” asked Ben gently. “Sure, we make arrangements on who the kids will come to visit on holidays,” said Carl. “Dammit, I’m calling her tomorrow. I’m seeing this whole thing in a new light. I cried like a baby when she cheated on me. It crushed my precious ego. But it didn’t have to end like that. I want to give it another chance.” “Hey, good for you man, you do that,” said Arnold, acting serious for once. Just then the door opened and my wife and Will came stumbling into the dining room arm-in-arm, giggling drunkenly. They positively stunk of booze and pot. My wife’s hair and makeup was a mess and her stockings were full of runs. Will is a big guy, over six feet tall and maybe 250 lbs. I gritted my teeth at the way he draped his muscular arm possessively around my wife and how she clung submissively to his side. “Holy fuck, you weren’t kidding,” gasped Will, taken aback at the sight of our poker game. “Your goddamn husband is playing poker with his buddies right here.” He gaped stupidly at us for a second with his mouth hanging open. “Of course, that’s what I told you, silly,” said my wife, slurring slightly and rubbing Will’s belly in a disturbingly sexual gesture as she snuggled against his chest. I noticed that Will had a raging hardon that was pitching a tent in his tacky pleated dockers. “Ah, hello you two,” I said, feeling my ire rise and pulse quicken at the sight of my wife being so intimate with this other guy. “Will, these are my old friends, Arnold, Ben, and Carl,” I said carefully, gesturing at my pals in turn. “Guys, this is Will, my wife’s friend from work.” “Smells like you two have been smoking some strong weed,” said Arnold with pursed lips. “Omigod, I am so stoned right now,” babbled my wife gaily. “We smoked a bowl in Will’s truck and, uh,” she glanced at me shyly, “we fooled around a little.” I knew that she would, and I was resolved to let her have a bit a fun with Will, but my stomach dropped when she admitted it. My eyes went dark and I gasped for breath. Will looked down at me in frank surprise. “Zoe said that you were cool with this and I didn’t believe her. She said that we could come in her and fool around a little more in front of you, but that we had to follow some rules, and I thought she was just pulling my leg. Fuck this is some kinky shit you people are into. All your buddies wanna watch too?” “What’s the matter, will that give you performance anxiety?” asked Ben, tilting his head to the side quizzically. “Fuck no, I think I’m gonna get off on this shit,” said Will. “So Ed, Zoe said that I could squeeze her boobies in front of you. Is that right? I mean, are you giving me permission to feel up your wife?” He looked me right in the eyes with a broad grin on his face. I wanted to get up and punch him right in his gloating face, but I swallowed my bile and just sneered at him. “Don’t be like that, baby,” cooed Zoe, rubbing Will’s chest. “Let’s go into the living room and let these guys play poker.” “Zoe, you gotta admit, it’s pretty weird to fool around with a wife while the husband is sitting right there. I just want to make sure Ed’s cool with me touching your ta-tas.” “You already did that plenty in the car,” she giggled, looking up at him with big doe eyes. I groaned at the look of admiration on her face. “I want to hear it from his own mouth,” said Will, looking over at me and arching his eyebrows. “Don’t be a dick,” muttered Carl, irritably. Zoe looked over at me with chagrin but said nothing. “No, Carl, he’s right,” I forcing a sigh. “Will, I told Zoe that you two could fool around a little,” I said tightly. “Yeah? So I can touch her boobs like this then?” he asked, reaching over and bolding grabbing one of my wife’s nice round breasts in the palm of his hand. “Like this?” I watched with a dry mouth as he kneaded my wife’s boob in his hand while Zoe watching my reaction guiltily. “Uh, yeah,” I said, struggling to breath while my blood pounded in my ear. “If she’s ok with it.” “I like it,” breathed Zoe, tilting her head back to nuzzle and kiss Will’s neck. “How about if I pinch her nipple?” he asked haughtily, locating my wife’s areola and tweaking it with his thumb and forefinger until it grew stiff and erect. My wife moaned softly and started licking Will’s neck while he wagged his eyebrows at me and fingered her nipple. My blood was boiling at this point, but my dick started to swell at the sight of this guy pinching my wife’s tit in front of me. I looked around the table and all my friends were watching Will work my wife’s boob with fascination. “Let’s go in the living room, baby,” urged my wife, pulling his hand away from her boob and holding it in her own. “You are making me too hot.” “Yeah, I am getting hot too, feel this,” he said, taking her hand and putting it forcefully onto the big bulge in his pleated dockers. “Oh, boy,” she gasped gripping his shaft through his pants. “Are you happy to see me or what?” she tittered. “Ahh, ok, now,” I said, holding up my hands. “Honey, you said I could,” pleaded Zoe. “His thing is really, really hard,” she exclaimed with a strange innocence as she gripped the head of his dong in one hand and pinched down along the shaft with the other, making him grunt with satisfaction. “And it’s big too.” “Ok, but,” I complained weakly. “It’s hard to watch.” “I like watching,” blurted Ben, surprising everyone. He had to pull his glasses off and wipe the fog from them so he could see. “Oh yeah, nerdy guy?” he asked smugly. “Watch this dance I taught Zoe tonight. It’s a black dance called the grind.” “Oh, I don’t think Ed would like that,” she said, looking at me with trepidation. “Come on,” demanded Will, spinning my wife around easily and pushing her forward so that she was bent over at the waist. My pals and I got a nice view of her swinging cleavage as Will positioned himself behind my wife and started grinding his crotch against her rear. “Omigod, I can really feel it,” she gasped. “I like that, it’s pushing against my hoo-ha.” “Ok, ok, no dry humping,” I said, my palms slick and my cock stiff from watching this rude prick dry hump my wife in front of me and my friends. “I think she likes it though,” complained Will, giving my wife a few more thrusts before stopping. “I do like it, Will,” she said. “I like it a lot. It’s making me wet.” “Ok, honey, ok,” I said, holding up my hands. “Too much information.” “Sorry, baby,” she said, standing upright. “But I’m super drunk and stoned and super horny right now.” “Hey before we go make out in the living room, why don’t you, you know, go take your dress off?” asked Will, gripping his jock with both hands. “Can she do that, Ed? Is that allowed?” “I mean, we hadn’t discussed that,” I stammered. “It should be allowed,” chimed in Ben. “You never specified that she couldn’t.” “Listen to Ben,” laughed my wife, clapping her hands together drunkenly. “He’s dying to see me naked.” “Well, not naked, you still have your panties on I assume,” corrected Ben awkwardly. “I want to see you naked,” said Arnold frankly. “That would be super hot.” “I have to agree,” muttered Carl. “You guys are supposed to be on my side here,” I complained. “I think you are overruled, honey,” said Zoe. She came over and gave me a sloppy smooch on the cheek, then clumsily pulled her dress up and off over her head. She tossed it aside and stood there topless, in just her panties and stockings while we all gazed at her amazing tits, swinging freely. Her ears were bright red with lust but she covered her stiff pink nipples modestly with her hands, while Will grabbed her around the waist and dragged her off to the living room without another word. He picked up my wife and tossed her onto the couch, making her cackle with laughter. I watched in sick horror as he climbed on top of her and buried his face in her chest. “Uh, you guys,” I called lamely. “Play nice, play nice,” laughed my wife, pushing Will away. “Now let’s just kiss nicely, ok?” Will obliged, sliding off Zoe and sitting next to her. They wrapped their arms around each other and were kissing each other on the mouth passionately within moments. “Oh, man, watching Zoe make out topless with that big prick is given me a massive hardon,” breathed Arnold. “I hate to admit it, but me too,” said Carl. “Would it be bad form if I unzipped and started jerking off while I watched?” asked Ben politely. We all laughed, looking at Ben in amazement. “Ben, I can’t believe you,” I said, shaking my head. “You want to spank your monkey watching my wife fool around on the couch?” “Look at him, he’s got his hands all over her bare chest,” hissed Arnold, gripping his crotch under the table. I turned to watch as Will and Zoe kissed passionately, tongues flicking between open mouths. Just as Arnold said, Will’s hands roved freely over my wife’s bare chest, weighing her hefty boobs in his hand one moment and pinching her pink nipples the next. For her part, Zoe tugged insistently on the bulge in Will’s pants. I could hear her whimpering in passion as they made out and my innards were tied in knots of jealousy. But I felt like jerking off too, and my penis stood stiffly at attention. “Honey, I’m just going to, uh,” Zoe said, pulling her mouth away from Will’s for a second so she could unzip his fly. I watched in shock as she extracted his huge phallus from his trousers. “Oh my god, what a beautiful penis,” she gasped, staring at Will’s cock as she fingered it’s red bulbous head and thick, veiny shaft. “Didn’t I have a rule against this?” I asked, turning to Ben in desperation. “I don’t know, Ed, I don’t remember,” muttered Ben, his arm flailing up and down as he jerked himself off under the table. “Fuck it, if Ben’s jerking off, so am I,” said Arnold, as he unzipped and commenced to masturbating. “Omigod, are you guys actually jerking off in there?” called Zoe with delight as she stroked Will’s @@@@@@@ penis. “That’s so freaky! Is Ed jerking it too?” “Not yet,” I admitted. “Well, I’ll give you something to jerk it over. Stand up, Will, let me get these pants off you,” coaxed my wife, and Will eagerly obliged, standing up so that my wife could yank his pleated dockers down around his ankles. “Here turn so Ed can see,” she said, sitting on the couch with Will’s huge swollen prick just an inch from her face. “Honey, look how big Will’s balls are,” she giggled lustily, grabbing Will’s nuts and weighing them in her hand. “He’s got a real pair of stones, just like I thought.” “Ok, yeah, that’s nice,” I said impatiently. “Here, watch while Will dangles them in my eyes,” she said. Then Will and Zoe laughed uproariously while she bent down, her bare boobs brushing his thighs as he plopped his nutsack into her eye sockets. “So rude, I love it,” muttered Arnold, licking his lips as he choked his chicken. “Oh, yeah, now suck those bad boys,” urged Will. “Do you mind, Ed?” called my wife. But before I could answer, she opened her mouth and slurped one of his sizable cojones halfway into her mouth. “Oh fuck,” I groaned, sweating profusely as I finally unzipped my fly and started tugging my compelling hardon. “Yeah, you like how your wife sucks my balls, there Ed?” called Will triumphantly. He produced his phone from his shirt pocket and snapped a few pictures of my wife as she posed for him, gazing up at him in adulation with one of his nuts hanging half out of her mouth. “The guys at work are gonna love these,” he boasted. “Oh my god, it’s so big, I can’t fit it all in my mouth,” gushed my horny wife, as he snapped some pictures of her vigorously jerking on his cock. “But if you show these pictures to the guys at work, I will kill you,” she said cheerfully. “It’s ok, if I blow him, isn’t honey?” she asked me sweetly as she yanked Will’s meat. “I mean, we are all having fun, now, right?” “Yeah, I mean, do what you want at this point,” I agreed, feeling a chill wash through my chest as I jerked my dick under the table. I looked around the table and realized that all four of us were pulling our puds watching my wife get it on with this big dick and I felt like a dirty pervert for a second. But then I heard my wife humming with pleasure and I forgot all about judging our perversion as I watched my wife hungrily sucking on Will’s fat cock. Her head bobbed up and down as she blew him. “You like that, Ed?” he crowed in exultation. “You like how Zoe sucks my cock and balls? She can’t get enough of that big old dick in her mouth, man!” He gave a hearty guffaw at my expense, but I just frowned and kept beating my meat while I watched my wife drop submissively to her knees before him, topless and boobs swaying, as she ran her tongue up and down his engorged shaft. “I think I’m in love with your penis,” she groaned as he held his phone above her. “This is gonna be an awesome video,” he said excitedly. “But hold off, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” “Don’t cum, I need you to fuck me,” pleaded Zoe, gripping his thighs and looking up at him beseechingly. “Yeah, that’s right,” he said smugly. “You heard that, Ed?” “I heard it, but, Zoe, come on,” I said, trying to push my boner back into my pants. “You guys were just going to fool around, right?” I said. “I mean, already, the blowjob and getting topless was going a little too far. I am trying to be cool about this, but penetration is over the line.” Zoe jumped to her feet and ran over to me, her boobs bouncing in all directions as she approached. “The bouncing,” croaked Ben and he crumpled up and shivered and I assumed he was ejaculating into the bottom of my dining room table. “You better clean that up,” commented Carl. “Honey, please,” said Zoe, throwing herself onto my lap so that my stiff cock poked up between her stocking clad thighs. “Oooh, look at how hard you are,” she cooed, pinching the head of my cock. “See, you are into this. Don’t make me stop now. Feel how wet my pussy is,” she said, taking my hand and putting it down the front of her panties. “I know this is rough for you, but I need Will’s dick inside me. He’s so big and manly, he’s making me crazy. I need for him to fuck the shit out of me right now.” “Yeah, Ed, I’m gonna need you to let me fuck your wife now,” said Will, imitating the boss from Office Space. He walked into the dining room with his stiff dong swinging back and forth. He came right up to us and slapped my wife in the cheek with his dick while she sat on my lap, fingering the head of my own dick between her thighs. She turned her head casually and he pushed the head of his dick right into her mouth and I had a close up view of my wife giving her lover an enthusiastic blowjob while she tugged my knob. “Jesus, alright, alright,” I said, sliding her off my lap hastily. “Who wants to shoot the video?” asked Will dropping his phone on the table as he scooped up my pliant wife in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kicked her legs prettily, as he carried her off to the bedroom to fuck her. “I’ll do it,” offered Arnold excitedly, snatching up the phone and chasing after Will and my wildly snickering wife. “Are you really OK with this, Ed?” asked Carl, holding one hand over his dick to hide it as he stood. “Yeah, as sick as it seems, I guess I am going to go in there and jerk off watching this guy fuck the shit out of my wife on our own bed,” I admitted sheepishly. “This is soo fucking hot,” raved Arnold, over his shoulder. By the time I made to our bedroom, Will had already tossed Zoe onto our bed and pulled her panties off. He plunged his face between her legs, locking her twat in his mouth to eat her out for a few minutes, but she couldn’t take much of that and squirmed away. “Enough, enough,” she pleaded. “I’m already too wet, I just need that dick now.” She looked over at me apologetically as she spread her legs for him and my heart skipped a beat. Arnold leaned in to get a nice shot of my wife’s pale inner thighs and dripping snatch. She reached down and spread her labia for Will, her arms corralling her big boobs together and making them jut skyward. Will pushed Arnold aside and climbed up on top of my wife, stroking his big hard cock as he hovered above her, looking down at her body as she offered herself to him. “I’m taking ownership of your wife, now, Ed,” he said gleefully. “That ok?” “Own me,” she begged, holding her pink twat open for him. “Ed?” he asked. “I am waiting for your approval.” “Yes, take her,” I grunted, dick in hand, jerking off as I watched Will sink down onto my wife and plunge his fat cock into her eager pussy. “Yeah, yeah,” she moaned, affirming her pleasure as Will sank his shaft into her. “Nice,” muttered Carl, who had taken up a position in a chair along the way and sat masturbating with his pants down as he watched. Arnold was holding the phone with one hand and jerking himself with the other and he actually started dribbling cum onto the edge of our bed just as Will started pumping himself in and out of my wife. Arnold let his sticky penis drop from his hand, but continued capturing the coitus on video, walking around the bed to get the best shot. Will’s big dark body covered my wife’s small, pale form and his ass was pumping up and down insistently as he drilled her. My wife gripped Will’s ass cheeks, pulling him into her, her head thrown back in ecstasy. She was moaning and urging him on with inarticulate affirmations while he rhythmically violated her on the bed where she and I had slept together for all these years. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I like it, I like it, fuck me,” she murmured, legs spread as wide as she could to grant him full access to herself. “That’s it, that’s it, I’m cumming,” she cried out as his forceful fucking increased to a fever pitch, making the bedsprings creak manically. “Ok, I’m going to empty my load inside,” croaked Will and after a few more vicious thrusts, he arched his back, driving himself as deep inside her as he could while he filled my wife’s womb with what I assumed would be a voluminous emission. His climax complete, he climbed gruffly off of my wife, and headed off to the bathroom to wash up. “Wait, where are you going?” cried my wife plaintively, reaching a thin arm out to him. “Willy, I think I love you!” she called. “Jesus, honey,” I complained, near climax myself. “Well, you know, I love his penis anyway,” she said with embarrassment. “Hey didn’t you cum yet? Come here, then,” She lay limp, sweaty and naked from being fucked once already, her hair plastered to her forehead, but she rolled to the edge of the bed and and grabbed my dick in a friendly and familiar way. “Did you like hearing me moan with pleasure while Will sank his big ole meat into me?” she asked, looking up at me impishly as she dispassionately worked my dick like a washerwoman, her sweaty tits swinging back and forth. “Bitch,” I gasped, her filthy talk bringing me to orgasm. I spurted blast after blast of hot cum all over her tits while she laughed with pleasure. “Attaboy,” she said encouragingly as I coated her chest in glistening semen. “Oh fuck, this is so weird,” I said, pulling away and pacing back and forth. “Um, yeah, can I add to the weirdness?” asked Carl, tentatively, coming over to offer his @@@@@@@ penis to my wife. “For real, Carl?” exclaimed my exhausted wife. “What do you want me to do with this? My arms are getting tired.” But she reached out and tickled Carl’s nuts anyway and apparently that’s all he needed because I watched in horror as my old buddy jerked his dick until he shot a nice sloppy glob of jism right into my wife’s eyes. “Wow, that’s awesome,” commented Arnold, leaning in close to capture the cumshot on video. “Jesus, Carl,” she complained, wiping the cum from her eyes. “What the hell? I’ve got like three men’s semen on me now.” “Four, actually,” corrected Arnold. “I think you are sitting in the spot where I came earlier.” Zoe stood up unsteadily and turned her rump toward us, touching the wet smear of cum on her ass cheeks gingerly. Arnold studiously captured the scene for posterity. “Oh my God, you are right,” she said with mild disgust. “You are a cum slut,” I offered gamely, noticing that I somehow didn’t feel that upset by the fact that two of my pals were looking my naked, cum slathered wife up and down with interest. Zoe noticed too. “Wow, you boys are getting an eyeful,” she complained good naturedly. Pulling a cover off the bed to wrap herself in. Will came back into the room, fully dressed with his hair freshly slicked back. “Ok, folks, well it’s time to go,” he said, chest thrust out proudly. “Ed, thanks for letting me use your wife for sex. Zoe, thank you for revealing what a filthy whore you are, I look forward to besmirching your honor many more times in the future. Arny, thanks for capturing the video, I will post that online tomorrow,” Will snatched his phone away from Arnold deftly. “Bye, now!” “No, Will, you can’t post that online, I will be mortified,” cried Zoe, jumping up to try to chase after Will, but hampered by the cover wrapped around her. “Ahh, you will get used to it. Lots of women have sex tapes out there,” he laughed as he scuttled toward the door. “In fact, once the guys at work see it, the worst that will happen is that you will get asked out on a lot more dates.” With that he was gone, slamming the door behind him. Zoe looked at me with a crooked smile, Carl’s cum still dripping from her eyebrow. “Well, that went better than expected,” she squeaked awkwardly. I thought I would be more upset when Will posted the video of Zoe getting fucked online and texted me the photos of her with his nuts in her mouth, but actually, I enjoyed jerking off to them. As predicted, there was a minor scandal at the office, but she braved it out and she accepted dates from several other guys at work, including her boss. Sometimes she would bring them home for me to watch alone, but I had to admit it was more fun when she brought dates home on poker night. Sometimes she would even let one of my pals slip it in her from behind or suck them off if she was drunk and stoned enough. Carl got back together with his ex-wife Linda, and when Linda came over to join in, poker nights got a lot more interesting. Overall, I don’t regret the turn our life has taken, though I still get a pang of jealousy when my wife begs one of her other lovers not to leave after sex and tells them she loves them. But I just blow it off, it’s nothing to get divorced over. *** If you like this, check out my eBooks on Amazon: View my favorite porn images and more free stories on my Tumblr blog: Gustav Jorgenson's Fairly Clean Blog

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