Photographic Evidence

I admit it. I was snooping. Karen was out of town on a business trip, and I found the private web site owned and operated by the Riverside Photography Club. Karen didn’t have the password listed among all her other passwords, so I had to make a few educated guesses based on patterns of use that I gleaned from her list. Luckily, the Riverside Photography Club’s IT security implementation doesn’t limit the number of password attempts before locking you out. I was really sweating it when I made my third try, because if it locked her account, that would have alerted Karen that I was snooping. It didn’t lock me out and I made three more attempts before I got in.

Since the site is not meant for public eyes, it has a simple layout with selections for view by photographer, view by model, view by theme, and view by date. I selected View by Photographer. The screen changed to a selectable list of all the photographers in the club. I know all six names of the actively participating members, three male and three female. There were three past members that I did not know, one female and two males.

Karen’s photography skills had blossomed over the past 15 years, so she had joined this local photography club about six months ago. They meet every Wednesday evening at 7:00 for two to three hours. They also have an agreement that each member must also act as a model and that no models would be used outside of the club. I never understood the rationale behind that rule…until now.

I clicked on Karen’s name and a page with three more selections appeared: View by Date, View by Model, View by Theme. Hm. I wondered what the various themes were. I made that selection. The next page has numerous selections. Some were mundane, like Portraiture, Fashion, and Sports. The ones that really caught my eye, though, were Implied Nude, Full Nude, Erotic Scenes, Semen, Sexual Intercourse.

I started with Full Nude and was taken to a page with selections for each of the other members. Okay. I always wondered what Page Bronson looked like nude. She always seemed a bit snooty if you asked me. Her husband is a lawyer. So I selected her. A page with dozens of thumbnails popped up. I selected a photo at random and a full-page black and white photo appeared of Page Bronson smiling at the camera while leaning her ass on the edge of a table, arms crossed under her boobs (effectively lifting them up a bit), and a boasting a full, dark bush of pubic hair.

I backed up to the previous page and noticed that all the photos were in black and white. I selected one more and saw a full shot of Page’s ass while she was on her hands and knees, looking back over her left shoulder at the camera. Her labia were open like a butterfly’s wings, and the vaginal opening was obviously moist. Wow! My dick hardened at the thought of sliding into that lovely opening.

I shook my head to bring myself out of the trance and backed up to Karen’s theme selection page. I next selected Erotic Scenes, then Rhonda’s model page. Rhonda Guest is married to my old friend Ben Guest. Karen and I went to high school with Ben. Rhonda is his second wife and the person who encouraged Karen to join the photography club. She is a beautiful woman with medium size tits, hourglass figure, and blond hair. Well, the hair on her head is blond. The hair between her legs was very dark, as evidenced by the photo I pulled up of her laying on her back, legs splayed wide open, and a large, brown rubber penis inserted halfway in her pussy. I wondered if Ben knew about this. Probably not.

My cock was rock solid as I looked at Rhonda in all her luscious glory. I can’t say that I have a “thing” for her, but I admit that I’ve wondered what it would be like to have a roll in the hay with her, so to speak. I took a peek at several more photos of Rhonda playing with the rubber dick, holding it between her tits, sucking it in her mouth, and inserting it in her pussy. Good stuff. Made me wonder what kinds of photos I’d find of Karen.

I backed out of Karen’s “photographer” page, went to her “model” page, and selected View by Theme. I was so tempted to dive right into the Sexual Intercourse theme but decided to work up from tame to shame. I bypassed Implied Nude, however, and selected Full Nude.

Hundreds of thumbnails popped up on the screen, all in black and white, with file names that include the photographer’s name, date, and time. There was my wife in all her slender, athletic, small breasted glory. Her blond hair hanging in loose curls down to her shoulders and her dark pubic patch looked bushy, but not wildly so. I drooled lovingly at the way her rounded ass appeared so firm and smooth. It also becomes obvious in some of the photos that she was aroused, as her areolas were drawn up and her nipples were hard. Also, her labia were open, and her pussy was glistening with her juices. She looked amazing. Of course, this means that all her fellow club members have seen her like this. What was going through Leon’s, Mike’s, and Taylor’s minds while they took photos of my naked wife? Did they imagine themselves sticking their cocks into my wife’s juicy wet pussy? Damn, my dick got really hard.

Next, I looked at the Erotic Scenes page. My hand was shaking as I started selecting thumbnails. There’s a photo of her lower body with a man’s right hand on her stomach and his left hand on her pussy. Fuck! Another man had his hand on her pussy! My stomach hurt.

The next one showed her lower body in a dress raised up to reveal her smooth round ass in a thong, garter belt, and stockings. She’s leaning up against a man in a suit with his pants undone and a huge cock sticking straight up. Karen’s right hand is wrapped around the middle of his cock with at least three to four inches of cock on either side of her petite hand. Shit! My wife’s hand wrapped around another man’s cock! I felt nauseous.

I was drawn to look at another. Ah, there’s the familiar form of my naked wife taken from behind as she’s bending slightly at the waist in front of an oval tabletop mirror. She’s holding the sides of the mirror and looking back under her right arm as a male hand is pulling her thong underwear down from the crack of her gorgeous ass. Another man was undressing my wife! My heart was pounding in my chest!

I looked through several more. All of them were of male hands on my wife’s tits, her pussy, or her ass; or in the process of removing articles of clothing from her luscious body. In one photo, she was naked and straddling a naked man’s leg as he enveloped her back with his hands, holding her close. Her left hand was wrapped around his erect cock. Unfortunately, her wedding ring was hidden behind her leg, if she was wearing it at all. The man had to be either Mike or Taylor because he’s white. Leon is African American. Ah, I found one with her wedding ring clearly visible. Again she’s straddling either Mike or Taylor, this time dressed in a sun dress. She’s smiling and looking down toward his face, which is not visible in the photo, and her hands are holding his erect penis. My dick was so hard that it hurt. I had to let it out, so I unzipped my denim pants and pulled my erection out to relieve the pressure. Ah, much better.

I went back to the themes and selected Semen. My hand was shaking so badly that I had trouble controlling the mouse. At the top of the page was a note: “*S at the beginning of the file name indicates simulated semen. Dove body wash was used most frequently for body photos, but a heavily thinned mixture of powdered sugar and milk was used for photos involving ‘semen’ in the mouth.”

Without paying attention to the file names, I began selecting thumbnails. The first was a photo of Karen’s tits as she lay with a man straddling her hips. I couldn’t see all of her face, just the mouth and chin. She was holding the man’s cock just below the head and there was cum between her tits and pooled near her neck. I glanced at the file name. It began with *S. Whew! He didn’t really cum on her. Still, she was holding his cock.

In the next photo, Karen was on her knees on the seat of a chair cushion bending over the back of the chair. Her ass was up so that you could clearly see her puffed up pussy and cum was splattered all over her butt cheeks and ass hole. The file name had *S at the start. I continued randomly selecting photos as I scrolled down the page. Cum on her tits. Cum on her blouse. Cum on her pussy, matted in her pubic hair. All files started with *S. I was rubbing my cock, somewhat relieved that these were all simulated semen, yet somehow wishing that they weren’t. Cum on her face. Cum in her hair. Another one with cum on her chin and chest as she kneels in front of a man. The photo was taken from behind the man, whose legs were spread about shoulder width apart. HIS DICK IS IN HER MOUTH!! I glanced at the file name. It started with *S. It was not real semen, but she definitely had his real cock in her real mouth. What the fuck??!! Precum was leaking heavily down my penis. My pubes were matted and soaked. My heart was beating so fast I thought I would pass out.

I pulled up another one. Cum on her hand as it was wrapped around a cock with the tip touching her outstretched tongue. Wow! I looked at the file name. No *S. It’s real semen! On her tongue! It was also real semen that shot out of my penis with such force that it literally hit me under my chin. Fuck! That was intense! But what was I feeling? I couldn’t really identify it. Jealousy? Sure. A bit. Anger? Yes. A bit more. Desire? Oh, yeah! I wanted Karen so badly at that moment. I wanted to kiss the slutty mouth that I had seen with another man’s cock in it. I wanted to push her down onto her knees and ram my cock in and out of that mouth until I blasted a load down her cheating throat.

I got up and took a break to change out of my cum covered clothes and clean the semen off of my neck and chin. I have to admit that in my still heightened sexual state, I scooped some of the splooge from my chin with my forefinger and stuck my finger in my mouth. The consistency of the semen was somewhat strange and difficult to describe, while the taste was kind of like bleach (not that I’ve ever tasted bleach, but we all know the odor). It wasn’t totally unpleasant, but not something I would ever crave. What makes this a little more providential, is that the next photo I pulled up when I returned to the computer was a close-up shot of Karen’s partially open mouth with cum drooling out over her lower lip. I checked the file name; no *S. Just more proof of her experience in tasting semen. Shit! I’ve NEVER cum in her mouth. The only place I’ve ever ejaculated when we had sex was in her pussy. Oh sure, she’s sucked my cock many times, but never to completion (mostly because it would take hours for me to recover and be able to get hard again). Besides, why would I want to waste good semen in her mouth or on her face or body, when I can fill her pussy?

I selected one more in the Semen theme as my dick grew to a semi-hard state. Oh Fuck! I recognize a closeup back shot of Karen’s pussy and sphincter. Cum is leaking from her open pussy onto a flaccid cock. A quick glance at the file name. No *S. Now my cock is rock solid again. I’ve never been hard so quickly after ejaculating. But knowing that photo is showing real semen leaking out of her pussy onto another man’s cock and easily deducing that she had that cock inside her, turned me on more than anything has ever turned me on in my entire life. Were there photos of the lead up to this in the Sexual Intercourse theme? I wondered if she said those words to him that all men like to hear, “Cum in me.” As the realization really sank in, my heartbeat was fast and hard in my chest. My palms were sweaty. ANOTHER MAN EJACULATED INSIDE MY WIFE!!

My right hand was shaking as I backed out of the Semen file and selected Sexual Intercourse. There was a similar note as in Semen that a “*S” in the file name indicated simulated sex and that no actual penetration had taken place in the creation of the photograph. As I glanced through the thumbnails, I could see that *S appeared in the file names of about the first half of the files. It was absent from the rest. Shit! Shit! My conservative, strait-laced wife had been fucking around for the past few months and I never had a clue.

I randomly selected a *S file. Karen was on her back in the center of what appeared to be a queen size bed. The man on top of her had his right hand on her left shoulder, while she had her left hand on the back of his head. Both had their faces turned away from the camera, but from the back of his head and the build on his Caucasian body I’m fairly certain it was Mike. He was obviously naked, but Karen could have been wearing some sort of clothing. Her legs, arm, and shoulder were bare, but you couldn’t see her body because of the shadowing. His pelvis was over hers and her left leg was wrapped around his waist with her left heel resting just above his right ass cheek. Her left foot was extended, and her toes were curled tightly. Her right foot rested on the bed with her knee spread outward. The angle was from the lower corner of the bed and the appearance, of course, was that they were fucking, but the file name indicated that no penetration had taken place. Under normal circumstances I would have viewed it as a rather tame photo, BUT the fact that it was MY WIFE laying underneath a naked man added an eroticism to the scene that otherwise would not have been present. As I stared at the photo, I became aware of the fact that my mouth was open in awed dismay over the scene on the screen before me.

Then I noticed she had an anklet on her left ankle. It was not familiar to me. I had bought her a thin, gold anklet a year ago, when we had started fantasizing about, and role playing, hotwife scenarios. For several years we had often watched porn videos together, eventually settling on hotwife videos as the genre of choice. I admitted to her that the thought of married women having sex with other men was extremely erotic, and, yes, I even imagined her fucking other men. We had both agreed that it was a fun fantasy, but not something either of us wanted to bring to fruition. She would sometimes wear the anklet when we went to parties. It looked sexy and we wondered if anyone would comment on it. Our response would have been a naïve denial that there was any meaning behind it. No one ever said anything about it. I wondered why she was wearing a different anklet in the photo.

Again, I shook myself from my rambling thoughts. One more *S file as a lead up before the main event. The next photo I picked was similar in that a man, presumably Taylor since the man was less hairy than Mike yet still Caucasian, was on top of Karen in a pose that looked like sex in the missionary position. This one was taken with a direct view from the side, and it was obvious that my wife was also naked. Her knees were pulled up against her chest, and both her heels were resting on Taylor’s hips. Again, her toes were curled, and you could just make out the outline of her left boob pressed against her left thigh. Her face was nuzzled into his right shoulder as his right arm was stretched out over her head. As I sat, lightly stroking my cock, I noticed two important parts of the composition that increased the eroticism of the photo immeasurably. One, she was again wearing an anklet on her left ankle, but this time it looked like the one I had bought for her. Two, her wedding and engagement rings were clearly visible on her left hand, which was placed on Taylor’s right thigh. If I hadn’t already blown my load a mere 10 minutes before, I probably would have shot a jet of semen that reached the ceiling.

The general composition of the photo was evidently of a married woman fucking a man that may, or may not, have been her husband. I only knew it was a married woman fucking another man because it was MY WIFE, and the man was NOT ME!! The feeling of jealousy in my heart was intense, but the feeling of sexual excitement in my groin was more intense than the time I stumbled upon a photo posted on-line by a married woman that showed her sitting on a man’s lap with his cock firmly entrenched in her tight pussy. The tag line she wrote simply read, “Not my husband.” I remembered masturbating to completion while I gazed intently at THAT photo. I suddenly realized I was doing nearly the same thing, but I stopped myself and let go of my engorged cock before ejaculating…barely.

My focus waivered and the photo blurred in my vision as I contemplated my feelings. How could she do this without my having the slightest suspicion? I was working too hard, that much was certain. Sex had become routine with us, and porn seemed to be the only mechanism that would lead to intimacy between us. I was obviously not paying enough attention to her. On the other hand, we had fantasized about her with other men and talked about being open with our desires. She had always claimed that I was enough for her, and she didn’t want anyone else. My emotions were all over the place. Still, I hadn’t even ventured into the realm of what was certainly “the surreal.”

I randomly picked a photo without a *S. Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes as I gazed on a photo of my wife on her back with her legs spread apart. The camera was a few feet from her head, looking down her body. Taylor or Mike (I couldn’t tell which) was over her, supporting the weight of his upper body on his right arm. His face was not visible, but Karen’s face, the only part of the photo complete in focus, depicted a woman experiencing sexual pleasure. Her mouth was slightly agape, and her eyes were closed. The rest of the photo was very slightly out of focus, but it was easy to see that her arms were by her sides, perhaps resting her hands on his thighs, and her legs were spread wide. His large cock was visible with the head buried in her pussy. This was a solid photographic representation of my deepest fantasy; seeing another man as he penetrated my wife. She had actually done it…but without ME!! That was the real betrayal. I was not angry that another man had fucked Karen. I was furious and heartbroken that I was not there with her! To witness our fantasy as it became reality. To observe her sexual awakening. To kiss her luscious mouth as another man entered her for the first time.

At that moment, I heard the distinct sound of something being dropped on the hardwood floor of Karen’s home office. Then I heard a shaky voice behind me. “Wh-wh-what’s going on?” I slowly turned the chair to face the door. My cock deflated. There was Karen. Her carryon had slipped from her grasp and fallen to the floor. Slowly, she shuffled into the room, pointing with her left hand at the monitor behind me, a look of horror and wonderment on her face. “Wh-what are you…? H-How did you…?” Then the full realization of the photo I was viewing sunk in. She put her hand shakily over her mouth. “Oh, gawd!” She exclaimed as she began to cry. “I’m so sorry!” She said as she slowly sank down and knelt down in front of me. “I love you, Jim! I don’t want to lose you!”

“Then why this betrayal!” I snapped back. “Why do this behind my back? We’ve talked about this. I would have supported you if you wanted to try sex with someone else. I understand that kind of desire.” I turned and pointed to the screen. “But this! This! I had to discover THIS by accident!? Tell me why!”

“It’s hard to explain,” she said though her tears.

“Is this why you joined that club? So you could fuck other men?”

“No!” She exclaimed. She went on to explain how, at first, they only took photos of nature, sporting events, and portraits. Then they branched into boudoir photos and things escalated from there. The group dynamic just moved deeper and deeper into the realm of sex until it devoured them. As I sat in her office chair with her kneeling between my legs, we talked and cried for an hour as she explained how it progressed over several months. None of the spouses were supposed to know about it. They had made a pact to keep it between the members. I pried and pried throughout our talk and learned that while Taylor was the first cock she touched, Leon was the first to put his penis in her mouth, and Mike was the first to penetrate her vagina. Each of the female club members had sex with each of the other club members, male and female. Taylor had sucked the cocks of each of the other two males, but Leon and Mike wouldn’t touch another penis. I was blown away. Karen had always insisted that the thought of sex with another woman was “gross.”

At some point, she noticed my hard penis and began lightly touching it. Using her fingers, she lazily swirled the precum around my cock head as we talked, occasionally licking the tip. Suddenly her eyes went wide as the realization sunk in and she said, “You’re hard. I thought you were mad at me.”

“I AM mad at you. You betrayed me by keeping secrets like this.”

“What about the sex?”

“I don’t care about the sex. Like I said, we talked about you having sex with other men. We watched married women fucking other men in videos. Read hotwife stories. Even roll played it! Why is that such a surprise to you?”

“I just always thought that the real thing would be different. I just didn’t think you would, or could, actually watch me have sex with another man.”

“Try me!” I exclaimed.

Karen glanced up at the screen and said, “Okay,” as she stood up. She took the mouse and backed up to the Sexual Intercourse page. “Let’s see….” She selected a thumbnail, and the screen was filled with a photo of her on her back with her legs parted. Her right hand was at her mouth as she bit down on her index finger, a look of sexual bliss on her face. Leon was leaning over her with his cock head just inside her pussy. His hands were on her knees, pushing her legs apart. Her left hand, with rings prominently displayed, was guiding Leon’s cock into her pussy. “This was the first time Leon had sex with me.” She said softly as she looked at me. New tears were flowing down her cheeks.

I looked intently at the photo. First, I zoomed in on Leon’s cock as it nestled into Karen’s pussy and those beautiful rings on her finger as her hand guided him in. Then I zoomed in on her face. That look! That beautiful, erotic look of my wife’s sexual pleasure! Again, my heart began racing and my cock was harder than it had been at any time in my memory. It was almost uncomfortably hard. Karen noticed. “My God!” she exclaimed with a look of amazement on her face. “This really IS turning you on.”

I gazed into her blue eyes, which were wide with wonder. “Do you really love me?” I asked.

She put her hands on either side of my face and stared back into my tear-filled brown eyes. “With all my heart!” She replied. “What can I do to make this all better? I’ll do anything! I’ll quit the club. I promise, I’ll never have sex with anyone else. I want you with me forever, body and soul!” She began crying again.

I looked again at the photo on the screen, zoomed in on that erotic face of sexual bliss. I looked back into her terror-stricken eyes as they stared back, waiting for a reply that would either ease her troubled mind or tear her world asunder. I stood up and her gaze followed me, never breaking contact with my eyes. I waited for a moment, glaring down at her. Then I grabbed her head and kissed her hard on her luscious mouth. I swept her up into my arms and carried her into our bedroom, literally throwing her on the bed. I ripped her blouse open, buttons flying everywhere. Her eyes were still wide with surprise and terror. I yanked her skirt and panties down off her hips and legs in a single fluid motion and threw back over my shoulder. I spread her legs and rammed my cock into her pussy. Interestingly, she was soaking wet. Her face immediately changed from a look of terror to a look of ecstasy as she yelled “Aaaahhhh!”

I fucked her. I didn’t make love to her. I fucked her. I fucked my cheating wife like a man possessed. I didn’t wait for her to orgasm. I didn’t care. I just wanted to reclaim her as brutally as I could. I slammed into her hard and fast. She grunted and cursed, “Uuunggghhh! Fuuuuck!! Ooohhhh! Shit! Fuck! Aaaahhh!”

I grunted and cursed, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ah! Ah! Ah!” as I pounded her pussy. My pussy! In a matter of minutes I stiffened and shouted as I unloaded into her. She wailed and screamed as she orgasmed. Completely drained of energy, I fell beside her in the bed. For several minutes we lay side-by-side, breathing heavily. Then I rolled to face her and she rolled to face me. A coy smile spread on her beautiful face; her dimples prominent. I stared intently into her eyes and the smile disappeared. “If you EVER hide something from me again,” I said emphatically, “we’re through. I expect total openness and honesty in our relationship. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” she said softly. She put her hand on my face as she continued, “I promise. I will never hide anything from you ever again.” The tears began flowing again as she added, “I love you and I’m so sorry I cheated on you. Please forgive me. CAN you forgive me?”

“I forgive you.” I replied and I kissed her deeply. “Now,” I said as I rose up from the bed and a smile spread across my face, “show me more of those photos.”

HW Installation

For the first time since we were married 20 years ago, I watched my wife, Shelly, have sex with another man. It was her installation into the Hotwife club and it was a grand occasion, at least for us. In fact, Shelly trusted me enough to allow me to record the entire event for our own pleasure, provided I never share the video with anybody. She did, however, allow me to share the incident in writing.

Events such as those I’m about to describe and the associated feelings are so extreme that time seems to slow down. One is aware of intense feelings, emotional and physical. The trouble is (and I had the foresight to know this would happen) that memory can fade or be inexact, even when one is completely absorbed in the moment. The video is a constant reminder of the feelings I had at the time, even when watching the video weeks later while trying to reconstruct the event for your reading pleasure.

It was our anniversary. We had tickets to a show downtown and a reservation at a posh hotel near the theater so we could have an intimate evening together after the show. Nothing about the show, or the dinner we ate beforehand, are of any consequence. The main event was the present I had waiting for her in our hotel room.

We walked into the room and Jimmy was sitting in a chair in view of the door. (I had left a key card for him at the front desk.) He was smartly dressed in nice slacks and a long sleeve white button-down shirt. He stood up as we entered, but since I had walked in ahead of Shelly, she didn’t notice him right away. She kicked her high heel shoes off and pulled the strap of her small purse off of her shoulder as she started walking into the room, then she froze.

“What’s this?” she asked with a startled look on her face. She glanced at me quizzically, then looked back at Jimmy and said “Hey Jimmy. What are you doing here?”

Before I could say anything, Jimmy said with a smile and a sweeping bow, “I’m here at Jim’s request and your pleasure.” He then took a few steps toward Shelly, reached out with his right hand, and grasped Shelly’s left hand, which he brought up to his mouth and kissed her wedding/engagement rings. “Happy Anniversary,” he said.

Shelly looked back at me and put her right hand up to her mouth and twisted her lower lip. “I don’t understand,” she said. “What’s going on?”

I walked up to her and gently put my left hand on the side of her head, my fingers splayed in her hair. “I’m making our fantasy come true.”

You see, Shelly and I had discussed the fantasy of her having sex with another man for years. We read stories, we watched MFM porn with vixen hotwives in action, and role-played scenarios. One of our most popular scenarios was her fucking her coworker, Jimmy, and it had been our most frequent scenario since Shelly started working with him two years ago. He was a dashing young man in his late 20s and looked a lot like Denzel Washington in his younger days. Yes, he is African American.

After my statement about making her fantasy come true, I kissed her hard on the mouth. She eagerly returned my kiss and after Jimmy made a sort of “ahem” sound, she broke off our kiss and blushed a crimson red. From that moment until I started recording with my phone, I don’t remember much about all the preliminaries, but it was a few minutes of drink and conversation before I asked my wife, “Why don’t you go ahead and open your present?”

She stood in front of Jimmy, while I sat on a large armchair. Slowly, she unbuckled his belt while looking into his eyes. He returned the look and then kissed her briefly on the mouth. She returned the kiss until she had his belt undone, pants unbuttoned, and zipper down. Then she slowly got down on her knees so that his crotch was directly in front of her face and began to slowly lower his pants and underwear. As his garments passed the base of his cock, the exposure slowed down even more because he was semi-erect and his cock was pressing against the waistband of his briefs. Very slowly Shelly exposed the length of his shaft, which had to be at least 7 or 8 inches, until the waistband caught momentarily on his cockhead, which caused his dick to spring out and the tip to brush against Shelly’s chin.

Shelly’s eyes opened wider, and her mouth gaped as she audibly gasped. Her left hand shakily went up and she touched the tip of his cock head with her index finger as she said, “Oh my gawd! You’ve been hiding that thing in there all this time?” Then looking over at me, she said, “It’s the biggest penis I’ve ever seen.” She dropped her hand and just stared at it some more. Then she looked at me again and asked, “can I touch it?”

“You just did,” I replied.

“Oh. Yeah. I guess I did. Sorry. I think it was an unconscious reaction. Can I really touch it? I mean, all over?”

“It’s your anniversary present. You may do with it what you will. I put no restrictions on you.”

She slowly moved the tips of her fingers over the tip and down the sides of his penis. She put her entire hand, palm up, under his penis and hefted it as if gauging its weight. She put both hands on it and rubbed it all over. For several minutes she used her sense of touch to explore the penis in front of her, and it began to grow.

When it was pointing straight out, horizontal and parallel to the floor, she wrapped her left hand around his shaft with the cock head sticking out between her thumb and forefinger, wedding and engagement rings prominently displayed, her white skin in direct contrast with his dark cock. She then looked at me and asked, “c-can I kiss it?”

“Absolutely.”

She pursed her lips and kissed his cock directly on the tip. A small string of precum briefly connected between her lower lip and the tip of his penis as she disengaged. The string broke and I noticed a tiny drop of his precum on her lower lip just before she started kissing her way down the length of his stiffening dick. She met my eyes again as she kissed her way back to the tip, but she broke eye contact briefly as she stuck out her tongue and quickly licked the tip of his cock.

The sudden awareness of what she had done sunk in and she quickly regained eye contact with me. She gave me a sheepish grin and blushed when she said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that without asking your permission first.”

“You don’t need to ask my permission. I told you; this is your anniversary present. You can do whatever you want; anything you feel comfortable doing,” I replied.

Shelly stood up and came over to me. (The recording is messed up at this point as the camera pointed all over the place…floor, bed, ceiling, etc.) She placed her hands on either side of my face and looked earnestly into my eyes. “Yes, I DO need to ask permission, because you absolutely MUST be comfortable with each step forward and each action. I won’t risk US for a brief encounter with pleasure. You and I both know that things can quickly get to a point where it’s hard to stop. Keep that in mind.”

I just placed her left hand on my crotch so she could feel my erection. I was more rigid than I think I’ve ever been in my life. She smiled and kissed me hard, then said, “Thank you for my present,” as she turned back to Jimmy.

She stood in front of him and began unbuttoning his shirt while his now fully engorged pecker poked her in her stomach. As she peeled his shirt down off his shoulders and over his arms, which were down by his side, she wriggled her body around a bit so that his cock was smearing precum over the front of her dress.

Jimmy was now completely naked, and his cock stood tall at rigid attention, thick and lengthy. Shelly again stared at it in amazement. “I don’t think I can get my mouth around it,” she declared as she knelt down, holding his penis in her left hand. She turned her head to me and said, “but may I try?” I nodded my assent.

As many times as I’ve watched the video, I still get butterflies in my stomach and my heart still races when I see her open up and take the head of his cock in her precious mouth. She bobbed her head up and down a couple of times, but really couldn’t take much more than the head in her mouth. Soon, she began licking up and down the sides while cupping his balls in her right hand. She would rub his cock all over her face, inhaling the smell of sex, and smearing pre-cum on her forehead and cheeks. All the while she’s making little comments like, “it’s so beautiful” and “what a piece of art” and “it’s just perfect.”

Finally, after about 10 minutes of Shelly’s detailed cock inspection, Jimmy gently put his hands on Shelly’s arms, helped her stand, and asked, “would you like your present to unwrap you?” Shelly said nothing. She just stared into Jimmy’s eyes as she lifted her arms straight up over her head. Clasping the hem of her blue knee-length dress, Jimmy pulled it up and over her head. Shelly now stood wearing a black lace bra, black lace panties, and black panty hose. (She was also, incidentally, wearing a pearl necklace and matching earrings.) Her black hair was streaked with small wisps of grey and it hung loosely down to her shoulders.

He gently took the waistband of her panty hose in his nimble fingers and began to pull them down her hips. He bunched the silky nylon material as he moved lower and lower, until he eventually had Shelly’s panty hose in a pile at her ankles. She lifted each leg in turn so Jimmy could slide the hose off of each foot. Then he stood up, moved around behind her, and placed his hands on her shoulders. He turned her so that they were facing me and began kissing her neck as he moved the shoulder straps of her bra off of her shoulders and let them dangle on her arms. Her head was cocked a little to her left and her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted only slightly, and her breathing was more rapid. So was mine as I watched the spectacle. I kicked off my shoes, stood up and unbuttoned my shirt.

He moved his kisses to the other side of her neck and Shelly moaned as she tilted her head now to the right. Meanwhile, Jimmy pealed down the front of her bra, exposing her B-cup breasts, and began gently massaging them with his big hands. His right hand on her right breast and left hand on left breast, he cupped them, tweaked the nipples, and gently squeezed them. Shelly’s breathing increased a bit more. My heart was pounding in my chest as I removed my shirt and pulled off my undershirt.

I noticed that Shelly’s right hand was behind her back. It looked like she was moving her hand in a slight up and down motion as she simultaneously rocked her hips back and forth, almost like she was scratching an itch on her ass. Her eyes were still closed, and she was licking her lips. It was obvious that she was rubbing his hard cock with her hand and her ass. Meanwhile, Jimmy slowly moved his hands down the sides of her torso and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties. Shelly moved her hands so that she was clasping them together over her tits, as Jimmy inched her panties down, revealing Shelly’s trim bush to me. Though I’ve removed her panties thousands of times, there is nothing to compare with witnessing another man do it.

As soon as Jimmy had lowered Shelly’s panties to her knees, he released them, and they fell to the floor. Shelly stepped out of them and was now, for the first time, completely nude in front of another man (with the exception of her bra, which had only been lowered under her tits and was still clasped around her torso). She bent over slightly and back up against Jimmy’s erection, grinding her hips on it. “Gawd that feels so big!” She exclaimed.

I had removed my pants and underwear. My cock also stood at rigid attention. Precum was oozing out of the tip and dripping down the sides of my penis.

Suddenly Shelly straightened up, her eyes popped open, and she walked quickly over to me. She leaned over, grabbed my head in her hands, and planted another wonderfully sloppy kiss on my mouth. Then she straddled me, reached down with her left hand, and guided my stiff cock into her sopping pussy. I had never, ever felt her pussy so opened up and I slid in easily. She turned slightly to Jimmy and said, “Hang on just a second, Jimmy. I need to talk to my husband before we go any further.” Then turning back to me, she said as she ground her pussy on my cock, “Are you sure, I mean absolutely sure, that you want this to continue? Once he puts his penis inside me, there is no going back. If he fucks me, he can’t unfuck me.”

It was incredibly out of character for her to use the f--- word. I just smiled and said, “Remember, I set this up. I stand behind my decision to do this for our anniversary. It goes as far as you want it to go. Do YOU want this to continue?”

She stopped moving and just stared silently back at me. Realizing her uncertainty, I said, “It’s a simple decision. Do you want him to put his cock in you or not?”

“I’m scared to answer that. I don’t know how you’ll really take it and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It won’t hurt me for you to confirm what I already know; from what I’ve seen so far tonight. You want to fuck Jimmy. You want another man…that man…to put his cock in your pussy. You know it will feel good. So just tell me.”

She started moving up and down on my cock with earnest as she grabbed my head and kissed me on the mouth again. Then she blurted out, “Okay, yes! I admit it. I want to feel his cock inside my pussy! I want him to fuck me!” As soon as she finished saying those words, she shuddered with an orgasm.

I held her close and looked at Jimmy as he sat on the end of the bed rubbing his cock. He smiled as I said, “I guess I’ve warmed her up for you.”

Shelly lifted herself up off of my cock and stood in front of me. “Thank you for this.” She replied. “I love you more than words can say.”

“I love you, too.” I said as I stood up and turned her to face Jimmy. Then I swiftly lifted her up off her feet and cradled her with my left arm around her back and my right arm under her knees. I carried her over and deposited her gently on the bed. Then I undid the clasp at the front of her bra and removed it as I kissed her. I straightened up as Jimmy stepped up to the foot of the bed.

I looked down at the lovely creature I had married 20 years ago and who now lay naked and exposed, as vulnerable as a woman can be, with another man a few feet away, his large dick swinging gently from side to side as he climbed on the bed. Shelly was breathing heavily as he inched his way toward her, staring at his cock. He approached and she did something I had been longing to see her do from the earliest days of our marriage…she spread her legs for another man. Her pussy was gaping open, and the juices were running down to the crack of her ass. Jimmy leaned in between her legs and let his cock rest on her lower torso. She reached out with her left hand and grasped his cock at the base.

My heart was pounding in my chest. My stomach clenched. I was sweating. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I was about to see another man’s cock enter my wife. It was my dream, my fantasy. “Do we have a condom?” Shelly’s voice shattered my reverie.

“Um, yeah. Sorry. I brought some magnums, but Jimmy’s clean. We’ve talked. But it’s entirely up to you. If you would feel more comfortable, then he’ll wear a condom.”

“Please,” was her monosyllabic response as she continued to hold his cock at the base, the tip just touching her pubic mound. I hurried over to the counter by the TV, pulled the box of condoms out of my backpack, ripped it open, and pulled out one sealed condom. I hurried back to the right side of the bed this time and held out the condom. Jimmy took it from me, opened the package and pulled out the condom. Then he straightened up, placed it over the tip of his cock and began rolling it down. I climbed up on the bed and lay across the mattress such that my belly was behind Shelly’s head. She reached back with her right hand and grabbed hold of my engorged cock, still slick with a combination of my precum and her pussy juices. Her eyes, however, were still firmly glued to his big dick.

Almost before I could comprehend what was happening, Jimmy put the head of his cock at the entrance to my wife’s heavenly pussy. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair glistened with the precum that Jimmy smeared there before he put on the condom. Shelly clasped her thumb and forefinger around his penis just below the head and, after sliding it around her wet pussy lips to lubricate it, she placed the tip against her vaginal opening.

Almost imperceptibly, Jimmy eased his cock into Shelly’s pussy. As the head began to penetrate, Shelly arched her back and neck a little, closed her eyes, and gasped audibly. Her grip tightened on my cock, so that I had to take it in my right hand to keep her from damaging my goodies. I watched, entranced, as his cock slowly disappeared. When he had bottomed out, he paused. Shelly, took a couple of deep breaths, looked at me and asked, “Are you okay?”

I smiled and replied, “Babe, I’m more than okay. You look sexier than I’ve ever seen before.”

“Oooooo. He’s really big,” she gasped at the moment Jimmy began a slow rhythm of fucking my wife. I doubt I can describe the feelings I had as I watched his cock slowly piston in and out of the pussy that, as far as I know, until this precise moment, had only felt my cock.

Shelly was in heaven. “Geez!! Oh my. Mmmmm. That feels so good. Absolutely amazing!” Her left hand rested easily on his hip, feeling his movements. Her eyes were sometimes closed and sometimes looking at me as I hovered a little up and to her left. Her upper body moved slightly against me in response to each gentle thrust. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen in my life.

“Whew. Babe? Are you still okay with this? Do you still love me?” She asked.

“Oh Baby!” I exclaimed. “I couldn’t possibly love you more than I do right now. Would you do me a small favor?”

“Mm Hmm,” she replied with a look that I can only describe as intense sexual pleasure on her face.

“Would you get on top of him. This is wonderful, but I want to see YOU fuck HIM.”

She smiled and squeezed my hand. “Anything for you.”

Shelly whimpered as Jimmy pulled out with an almost audible, slurping pop. I cut the video as he and Shelly switched places, pulled a chair over in front of the foot of the bed, and sat down. Shelly straddled him, then lifted her left leg and positioned her pussy over his cock. She looked back at me and asked, “Are you ready?”

I jumped up and moved around so I could get a better view of the insertion. “I’m ready,” I said, and started the video again. I zoomed in to get the best possible video of Shelly lowering herself on Jimmy’s cock. The video clearly showed that his gloved cock was slick with her juices, which flowed so freely from her pussy that they were running down the insides of her pale white thighs. She used her left hand to guide his penis to her vaginal opening and held onto it until her pussy had swallowed his penis head. She then removed her hand, lowered her left leg, balance her weight on both knees, and lowered herself until she was fully impaled.

While the camera was capturing the erotic details happening between my wife’s legs, I was looking into her eyes. She smiled sweetly as she positioned his cock and said, “You are the best husband in the world.” She never broke eye contact with me as she lowered herself down on it. Her lips parted and she took several short breaths, almost as if she were gasping for air. She paused for a moment and swallowed hard before she said in a strained voice, “Wow. Have to go…mmm…slow. Whew!”

She started to slowly use her legs to lift herself up and down on Jimmy’s cock. I put my left hand on the right side of her face and caressed her cheek with my thumb. “You are the most erotic vision in the world right now,” I said, and tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It just feels so good!” She wailed.

“Good,” I said. “Enjoy yourself.” I kissed her on her mouth, tweaked her nipples, and moved back around to sit in the chair. I want to see her ass as she humped his cock. I didn’t zoom in to get a close up of his penis as she rode him. I don’t find those to be as erotic as seeing the wife’s entire body as she fucks another man. So too with Shelly. Her hips are slightly wider than her upper body and her nicely rounded ass looked amazing as she bounced up and down on Jimmy’s cock. Each downward motion caused a grunt to escape her lips. I couldn’t see her wedding ring because she had positioned her hands on Jimmy’s chest for leverage. Still, it was mind blowing just knowing it was my wife I was watching as she fucked another man.

It wasn’t too long before her legs began to ache, and she slid off to her right and lay on the bed next to Jimmy, panting and out of breath. “My legs have given out,” she said.

Jimmy quickly got up and positioned himself at Shelly’s feet. Once again, my wife spread her legs wide for him and my heart started pounding again. This time I stood beside the bed on her left side so I could capture her wedding ring as she allowed him to fuck her. Jimmy crawled over the top of her, but just as she was about to guide his meat into her pussy once more, she blurted out, “Are you sure you’re clean?”

Jimmy was taken aback, but managed to stammer out, “uh, yeah. I was tested a week ago and have not had sex since the test.”

Shelly looked over at me. “Honey, would you mind if he took off the condom?”

“Not at all. What changed your mind?”

“I don’t know, I just want to feel him natural. I can’t explain it.”

“How about pregnancy risk?”

“He can pull out. I’m also at a good time in my cycle.”

Jimmy looked at me for approval and I nodded, so he rolled the condom off his cock, tossed it on the night stand, and settled back between Shelly’s legs. His cock poked at her pubic hair as Shelly took him in her left hand (I still cannot overstate how much of a turn on it is to see her wedding ring so prominently displayed as she touches another man’s cock) and guided him to heaven.

Jimmy lay down fully on top of Shelly (he was not a big man; slender and muscular) and she wrapped her arms around him. He was moving his hips in earnest now and Shelly was grunting and gasping as he pounded her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and her face was relaxed, but at the same time, it displayed the sexual pleasure she was feeling from Jimmy’s cock thrusting in and out of her. Then she moved her hands down and placed them firmly on his ass, pulling him tight with each forward thrust.

Jimmy used his arms to lift his upper body up to look into Shelly’s face. “I’m gonna cum in a minute,” Jimmy stated emphatically. “Where do you want it?”

Shelly turned to me. “Baby…uh…can he…uh…cum…uh…in me?”

“You want him to cum inside your pussy?” I verified.

“Yes…uh…please.”

“If that’s what you want.”

She looked up into Jimmy’s eyes. “Cum in me…uh…uh,” she said. “Cum inside me! Uh!”

Jimmy pounded her hard for about five or six thrusts, grunted, pushed himself inside Shelly as far as he could, and ejaculated. Shelly wrapped her ankles around Jimmy’s thighs and pushed him with her heels. Then she squeezed his ass with her hands and pulled him as hard as she could and orgasmed. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!” She exclaimed as she grimaced and thrashed her head from side to side.

After a few seconds both of them relaxed their tensed-up muscles and Jimmy collapsed on top of Shelly, whose legs and arms dropped loosely to the bed. When they both came down from their orgasmic highs, Jimmy rolled off of Shelly. “Damn,” he said, “that was a great fuck.”

Shelly propped herself up on her elbows and looked into Jimmy’s eyes. “You better never tell a living soul about this!” She warned him sternly.

“No worries, baby. I don’t kiss and tell.”

“And don’t call me ‘baby.’ Only my husband gets to do that.”

“You go baby,” I said as I walked over to the foot of the bed and looked at my sweaty, exhausted wife and marveled at the cum dripping down her ass crack from her gaping pussy. “My turn now.”

Shelly looked at me with a stunned expression. “Are you sure?” She asked quizzically.

“Absolutely,” I replied, “For two reasons. First, I’m reclaiming you. Second, this will be the most lubricated you’ve ever been, and I might last longer.”

Without hesitating I slid my dick into her sopping pussy and began fucking her as hard as I’ve ever fucked her before. This was not ‘making love.’ We (husband and wife) were fucking like hormone crazy teenagers.

“How…uh…does it feel…uh…having…uh…two cocks…uh…in one night?” I asked as I pounded into her. She was so open and wet that I could feel very little friction. At the same time, my entire groin was wet with her and Jimmy’s cum. My pubes were matted with white goo.

“Oh baby!...uh…I love…uh…cocks...uh…I want…uh…more…please…uh…can I…uh…have…uh…more? Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...I’m cuuuuuuuuuummiiiiiiiiiing!”

I paused so she could come down from her orgasmic high. Her pussy is very sensitive right after she cums and causes discomfort. She pulled me down and kissed me. Then she said, “I’m sorry I said those things. I don’t want you to think I don’t love you anymore. I love you more than ever for letting me let loose, but you are all I really need.”

“I love you, too, baby, and because I love you, I want you to be free to have any cock you want. All I ask is that you always be honest with me. Don’t fuck some guy and keep it a secret from me. Deal?”

“I promise,” she said as she kissed me again.

“Tell me,” I said as I started fucking her again, “was it as good as you thought it would be? I mean actually going through with the fantasy?”

“It was better than I thought it would be. I had several mini orgasms before he came in me. It felt so naughty when I felt him cum that I had the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Do you want more men to cum inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me honestly. Has anyone else cum inside you before?”

Shelly was silent for a moment, even with me pounding her like I hadn’t had sex in a year. Then as a tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down the side of her face, she said, “yes.”

I came harder than I’ve ever cum before.

Weekend with Rex.

Misty and I picked my best friend Rex up from the airport KC. Because bad weather had diverted his flight. He was returning home from a long deployment. I was finally able to introduce him to my wife, Misty. It was a 3-hour drive home. I dropped Misty and Rex off at home. I was going to run down to the supermarket to grab a few things. I wasn't gone 20 minutes. When I arrived back home, I parked around back and went in through the back sliding glass. I didn't hear or see Misty or Rex. They were standing at the end of the hallway. And Rex was only wearing a towel. They didn't hear or see me, but I could hear them talking.

He was telling Misty it had been 22 months since he had had sex. He was pleading with her to help him out and let him just put the head of his cock in her her pussy. He said he would use very short strokes pushing his head in and pulling it back out. And he said he would pull it out to cum. She offered to suck his cock instead. He asked her if she would please strip naked for it. So he could see her body. She agreed and they went into our bedroom. I crept down the dark hall. I peered in and watched as he stripped my wife naked. Misty gasped when Rex dropped his towel and she saw the size of his cock.

Rex laid down in the middle of our bed. It was then that he caught a glimpse of me peeking around the door. He didn't flinch he just laid his head back down. Misty laid down beside him. She took his big cock in her hand and began to stroke it. It grew rock hard in her hand. She said oh my God Rex I can't believe how big and hard your cock is. It is incredible. After a minute or so stroking it she leaned in opened her mouth and begin to suck on about half of the huge mushroom shaped head. My cock ached as I watched my sweet Misty suck my best friend's cock. She quickly pulled back kind of laughed and told Rex I don't know how much of it I will be able to get into my mouth. And she went back to sucking on it. She gripped it firmly and stroked it as she sucked. Her mouth opened wide and she got the head all the way in. My cock was rock hard and aching in my pants as I watched. I stepped back and quickly stripped out of my clothes. When I look back her head was bobbing up and down on Rex's big cock like she was using her mouth to fuck it. After a few minutes she to set up and said my jaw was getting tired. I'm surprised you haven't cum yet hubby cums quickly when I suck his cock. Rex told Misty that he has great stamina and fuck for hours cumming multiple times. But since he hadn't been with a woman in so long. If she would let him fuck her pussy it should only take a few minutes. And that if she didn't want him to cum inside her he would pull it out.

She said of course you'll have to pull out it's Friday night. Terry and I always have sex on Friday night. He would taste your cum when he eats my pussy. And just the head too.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing Misty was actually going to let Rex fuck her. And she just met him. I was slowly stroking my cock trying not to cum. Long strands of my precum was dripping to the floor.

Rex got up and stood at the foot of the bed. Misty position herself on all fours so he could fuck her doggy style. Again Rex looked over at me as he took his big cock in hand and rubbed it up and down between the sweet lips of Misty's pussy. She let out a soft moan as he did. He placed the other hand on the cheek of Misty's ass. He said your pussy sure is wet. Like it wants a lot more than just the head. She laid her head down flat onto the bed with her ass and pussy sticking way up. She said yeah you just be gentle. Terry's cock is the only real one I've ever had. And his is much smaller than yours. Your cock is probably twice the size of his. Yours is the size of some of my dildos.

Rex placed the huge head of his big cock between Misty's pussy lips.Rex told Misty that he loved her beautiful shaved pussy. She said Terry loves it bald. He gave me one last glance. I nodded my head yes with my approval. Then he unceremoniously pushed his big cock into my wife's pussy. She moaned out loudly as she gripped the covers. Oh my God! she yelped. Oh my God. Rex please be gentle.

Rex said nothing as he slowly pulled back and again she moaned. Rex once again looked over my way as he pushed his cock back into Misty's pussy. He began to slowly fuck my sweet Misty. With each thrust his cock sank a little deeper into my sweet Misty's helpless pussy. Causing her to moan out with each thrust. Until finally their bodies slapped together as he fucked her balls deep. She moaned out loudly saying. Oh fuck I'm cumming. I'm fucking cumming on your cock Rex. Misty had never had an orgasm from just my cock. She always used a vibrator as I fucked her to have an orgasm. Or I ate her pussy until she orgasms and then I fuck her. Her moans became low and throaty. With the occasional of my God oh my fucking god. Those noises and that language was all new to me. I had never heard Misty use language stronger than jackass and now she was dropping f-bombs.

Rex fucked Misty until she was laying flat on her stomach. He pulled his cock from her body and stood up. She rolled over and scooted up into the middle of our bed spreading her legs wide. Rex crawled between them and once again thrust his cock deep inside Misty's pussy. He fucked her hard. The longer he fucked her the higher her feet rose into the air until her legs were draped over his shoulders. With each deep powerful thrust Misty moaned oh. Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh. She had multiple orgasms as Rex fucked her with his big thick cock.

Suddenly Rex's thrusts became short and choppy. He said I'm gonna cum. My sweet Misty grabbed Rex's ass with both hands and tightly wrapped her legs around his waist pulling his cock as deep as possible into her pussy. She said cum inside me Rex cum in my pussy.

Rex grunted and then his sperm began to shoot deep inside Misty's pussy.

Misty moaned. Oh yes! There it is! I feel it! Oh my God I'm cumming again. Oh yes fill me with your sperm!

Rex had no problem giving Misty what she asked of him as he emptied his sperm into the wife of his best friend. When he was finished he just laid down on top of Misty.

Misty's legs fell back down onto the bed. She was breathing hard nearly gasping. She laughed and said oh my God Rex that was incredible. I'm exhausted yet I want more.

Rex replied just give me a few minutes and we can go again.

Misty panicked at that point. She said Rex Terry will be back any minute now.

By then I was setting naked in a chair in the corner of our bedroom that Misty uses for reading.

Rex stood up on the opposite side of the bed. His big cock was hanging down semi erect. It was covered in a mixture of his sperm and juice from Misty's pussy.

Misty still laying in the middle of the bed and still with a panicked voice was asking Rex. What are we going to do? A couple of months ago Terry said that he fantasizes about me having sex with other men. But I'm sure that's all it was just a fantasy.

Rex told Misty why don't you ask him. He's sitting right over there as he pointed me out. He watched it all.

Misty fell back down on the bed with her hands over her face. Misty is one of those people who laughs in those very uncomfortable situations. Through the laughter she said. Oh my God honey you sit there and watched as I became a total slut as your best friend. Who fucked me with his huge cock.

I walked over and laid down in bed beside Misty. I pulled her hands away from her face. Her face was red with embarrassment. But at the same time a huge smile covered her face. I caressed her face and kissed her lips. She said honey you just watched me suck his cock. I said I don't care and kissed her again.

She asked if I was mad? I said no.

She asked if I still loved her? I said Misty my love for you is unwavering. I love you more than ever as I laid between her legs and eased my cock into her gaping pussy. My cock bathed in the sperm swimming in her pussy. My best friends sperm. I gently fucked her for a few minutes. It wasn't doing a lot for her but it felt amazing to me. Rex was laying beside us. Misty was stroking his cock. Misty pulled him close and begin to suck his cock again. I pulled out of her without cuming. I didn't want to lose that edge of arousal by cumming. I rolled over to the side.

Misty said. What are you doing honey? I said I'm right here I'm not going anywhere.

Rex once again crawled between Misty's legs. I could see the lips of Misty's pussy stretch to accommodate Rex's big cock.

Rex decided to stay the entire weekend. The three of us stayed naked pretty much the entire weekend. Rex and I fucked Misty countless times.