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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.”

Found another one that someone reblogged from my earlier blog.

MY NIECE'S BACHELORETTE PARTY

My niece, Amy, was an ugly child. I'm not kidding. She seemed to have a perpetual frown and sad eyes with stringy blond hair. Then she passed through puberty, and everything changed. She is now a slender, tall blond with a pretty smile, prominent dimples, and sparkling eyes. Oh, you want a more alluring description of her physique, eh? Well, being so young and thin, she has a nicely rounded ass, narrow hips, and small breasts. I once saw a photo of her in a bikini during spring break when she was a junior in college and my dick stiffened immediately.

Now she's a college graduate from a well-known engineering college and madly in love with another brainy engineer, one of her classmates. At first glance he comes across as a rather nerdy fellow, glasses and all, but his muscular physique is masked by the loose fitting clothes he wears, so he appears to be gangly and skinny. My wife says he's not particularly good looking, and I tend to agree, so the attraction is either with his mind or his third leg, if you catch my drift.

Anyway, they were engaged before their May graduation and set a wedding date for the end of September that same year. Not surprisingly, she asked my wife, Julie, to be her Matron of Honor, since Julie is her favorite Aunt. It was, necessarily, a busy summer for my niece, brother, sister-in-law, and my wife as they prepared for the wedding. There are so many details to work out and parties to plan. Which leads me to the central theme of this story amongst all the showers, rehearsal dinner, and bachelor party (which was a real groaner): the bachelorette party.

Ah, the bachelorette party! I've seen some "Dancing Bear" videos. Is it possible that real life could imitate such "art?" Of course, none of the husbands or boyfriends or significant others were invited. It was just the females of the wedding party, close female friends, and of course Amy's mother, Janice. The good news is that my brother, Joe, knew all the plans because he had spy software on Amy's computer from her middle school days.

Julie and Janice spent the entire Saturday, a week before the party, shopping for new dresses to wear to the great event. Meanwhile, Joe and I took the opportunity to scope out the party venue, a place that specializes in hosting and catering parties of all kinds, with an owner that was Joe's neighbor (two doors down).

Max was an entrepreneur of the first class and knew how to push boundaries where necessary to provide the best party atmosphere for his clients. Joe didn't know Max very well, in spite of their close proximity, so it's not surprising that Joe was unaware of all the party details. That is, he was unaware until I convinced him we should check things out to make sure our girls were safe.

The venue was THE local party palace for all types of parties ranging from corporate holiday parties to high school proms and during our visit we learned that male strippers were a part of the package planned for his dear child's last party as a single young woman and that Max had a full-blown security camera system that recorded video surveillance of every nook and cranny of his place. On top of that, we found that he had a special viewing room that was set up like a small in-home theater with six cushy, reclining theater seats in two rows of three seats each; the second row about a foot higher than the front row. Max explained that some of the parties end up with some incredibly raunchy and erotic shows; some planned, most unplanned. He also admitted that he often invited a few of his financial partners to view the festivities if it looked like things were likely to be interesting to watch.

Even though we begged to watch the upcoming festivities, Max was reluctant to allow us in the viewing room during the bachelorette party. "You two are a bit too close in relation to the main players in this party. I do not want jealous husbands, or overbearing fathers getting worked up and causing damage to property or injury to people," he said, "It's a liability thing, you understand."

"We fully understand," I said as I handed him two crisp $100 bills. "Would this aid in raising your trust level in us?"

He stared at my outstretched hand for a moment, then deftly took the bills from my hand and slid them in his pocket. "There's a back door marked 'Deliveries.' Be there exactly 10 minutes before the party is scheduled to start. I, or one of my assistant managers will be waiting at the door. Though it may sound cliché, 'Shave and a Haircut' will gain you entrance."

I had to laugh at that last statement and just responded with, "Cool!"

I could go into a lot of detail pertaining to how my stomach was in knots all week long, waiting for the big day to arrive and the possibility, however remote, of seeing my wife perform some naughty activity with a male stripper, but I won't. I could go into a lot of detail of how I tried to innocently keep tabs on my wife's preparation for the evening; long bath with aromatic soap, shaving ALL her body parts south of her neck line, and a conservative sun dress the reached to just above her knees, BUT with NO underwear! But I won't go into all that, or with the history of Julie's shy, conservative nature that was finally broken by a massage therapist with a wandering finger. (I have written about that episode in Convergence of Circumstances.)

I could go into some detail about how hard my dick was when Janice came by to pick Julie up. Janice, too, was wearing a conservative shirt/skirt combo that looked like it belonged with a business suit. There was no way of knowing if she, too, was going commando. Janice is not as good looking as Julie. Bearing two children had not been kind to her figure, but she has a pretty face with a disarming smile. I kissed my wife and told the pair to have a wonderful evening. I then waited ten minutes, grabbed my car keys and headed over to pick up my brother.

On the drive to the venue, Joe and I discussed the possibility that we might see our wives in some very compromising situations. I admitted to my brother that it really turned me on thinking that my wife might be handling another man's cock. He agreed that he would like to see Janice sucking on some strange man-meat. "What if she took it a bit further?" I asked, "What if she fucks one of the strippers? I don't mind telling you...and you had better keep your mouth shut about this...I've seen Julie fuck other men and it's the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed."

Joe just let out a kind of laughing grunt and said, "We've actually discussed it. I mean, Janice knows I'm interested in opening up our marriage, but we haven't taken any next steps. She just said she'd think about it. That was about three months ago. So, if this is the catalyst that gets the party started, I'm more than fine with that."

We arrived at the rear entrance to the venue about 15 minutes early, so we had to hang out in the car for five minutes waiting for the appropriate time to gain access. While we waited, I had to ask, "What about Amy? Are you going to be okay with seeing HER in the same situation as Janice? It's a bit different when you're talking about your little girl, ya know."

"I've been thinking about that," he said, "and I can only conclude that she's all grown up now and is responsible for her own decisions. I'm not ignorant of the fact that she has more than likely had a lot of sexual experiences while she was in college. Hell, she probably had some while she was in high school."

"As long as you maintain your cool if you actually SEE her doing things," I retorted.

"I'll be alright," he said, "YOU just keep YOUR eyes off her. I may be into some taboo shit, but not incest."

"No problem," I said. "Let's go. It's time."

At precisely ten minutes before "go" time, I knocked on the back door and sang out, "shave and a haircut, two bits" in time with my rapping. Max immediately opened the door and stepped back, waving us through with his right handing saying, "I hope I don't live to regret this," as he let us go by.

Again, I'll skip the preliminaries. Like there were only two empty seats in the back row of the small theater room. I have no idea who all the other gawkers were, but they were whispering to each other and pointing at various women on the big screen, which showed nine different camera angles simultaneously. The show started with lots of whooping and hollering from all the women as the dancers took the stage. There was nearly half an hour of dancing and stripping before all four dancers were down to a single jock strap type piece of clothing that sheathed their penises. If some interesting event was happening at a particular table, someone manning a console somewhere would switch from the nine-camera view to a single camera that would zoom in on the action. In the early stages, it was just some attempts at crotch shots, cleavage shots, views of bouncing titties, and a lot of drooling mouths. You could see the lust in their eyes.

As the evening progressed, the "camera operator" was focusing more on the Bride-To-Be and her table of Bride's Maids. In all there were 7 young 21-year olds at that table (six bride's maids and the bride) in addition to Julie and Janice. There was a mixture of body types, most slender, some a bit on the chubby side; some with big tits, some with smaller tits. All were dressed in provocative miniskirts, except for Julie and Janice. Given that there were limited camera views, it was hard to tell what was underneath the skirts, but at least a couple of thongs could be verified; one quickly developed a small wet spot. Julie and Janice both appeared prim and proper.

With her mother present, Amy was clapping and enjoying the view, but shied away from any direct contact with the strippers, even as two gathered around her, one on each side. There were bouncing their sheathed cocks in front of her face, which was beet read at that particular moment. Occasionally each man slapped a cock into her face, causing her to put her hand up in self-defense and duck her head, laughing the whole time.

Then the party turned. The camera operator noticed that a particular woman at one of the tables had grabbed onto one of the strippers and was running her hand over his semi-hard cock. Just as the camera zoomed in on the action, the woman, who looked to be in her mid-30s and was wearing a wedding ring, slipped the giraffe head jock strap off of the stripper's penis and immediately inserted the head of his cock into her mouth. The table erupted in cheers and applause, as the woman slid her hand up and down the stripper's torso as she bobbed her head on his cock.

In the background, I could clearly see Julie's reaction. Her hands flew up and covered her gaping mouth and her eyes went wide as she took in the action occurring right in front of her. Janice and Amy, in fact the entire Bride's table, likewise looked on in shocked awe. Julie then leaned over to her left, said something into Janice's ear, then surreptitiously put her right hand on her right leg and let it slide slowly up between her legs.

At that moment, the main table was placed front and center on the screen, and we watched as two of the bride's maids had gotten up, moved around the table, and began removing the jock straps from the strippers on either side of Amy. Now their bare cocks were slapping Amy's face until the same two bride's maids reached around their respective stripper and wrapped their hands around the cocks and started a slow pumping motion. Amy leaned back in her chair as far as she could to remove herself from what she obviously thought was a compromising position.

Again, I saw my wife say something in Janice's ear and Janice replied back in Julie's ear. Janice then looked around the room and managed to motion one of the other dancers over to their table. He danced his way over, a medium height African-American with a good sized package that was still covered with an elephant's trunk jock strap, ears flapping as he swayed. He positioned himself in front of Janice and dangled that elephant trunk in her face. Just as she was about to bury her face against his covered manhood, the bride's maid behind him grabbed the straps around his waist and yanked the small covering down to his ankles. This meant that instead of nuzzling a sheathed cock, she was nosing around a bare BBC.

I glanced over at Joe to see his reaction and he just smiled and said, "That's my girl." When I looked back, I could see that Janice had jerked her head back in a pure reaction, but quickly recovered when she realized the length and girth of the cock that was now rising up and was pointing straight at her face. She instinctively reached up and began exploring its size and texture with her hands, then she leaned forward and began rubbing it slowly around her cheeks and chin as my wife pulled Janice's hair back from her face, allowing us a clear view of the lust emanating from her eyes.

At that moment, the two BWCs that were getting hand jobs from the bride's maids broke free from their captors and stepped around to the BBC. There was a brief discussion and the three stepped back from the table and gathered in their fourth stripper, who was also completely naked and appeared to have some slobber on his cock from an undisclosed source. At least it was undisclosed to us because the camera operator never zoomed in on his action.

We could not hear what was spoken but directions were given, followed shortly by Amy (Bride), Julie (Matron of Honor), and Janice (Mother of the Bride) lining up at the front of the room where some soft arm chairs had been lined up for them. Amy was guided by BBC to the center of the three chairs with Julie being led the chair on her left (by BWC #1) and Janice to the chair on her right (by BWC #2). BWC #3 continued to work the room, ensuring all the ladies were whipped into a sexual frenzy.

The plan must have been to concentrate on the Mother of the Bride, first, then the Matron of Honor, and lastly the Bride herself. Very quickly the stripper I deemed BWC #2 had is large cock in Janice's mouth while he expertly unbuttoned her conservative white blouse. Holy Shit! She wasn't wearing a bra! Her tits dangled and swayed as her head bobbed up and down on BWC #2's cock. She spread her arms out to her side and a little toward her back as the stripper removed her blouse.

Meanwhile, BWC #1 and BBC joined BWC #3 in making rounds at the other tables, keeping that frenzy going strong and cheering on Janice's performance. While the "camera operator" focused on the "main event" going on up front, we could see various women in the background stripping off various articles of clothes, playing with the cocks rotating around the room, and even playing amongst themselves!

Back to the "main event." As Janice continued to suck BWC #2, and after he had completely removed her blouse, he stepped forward slightly, causing her to lean back and spread her legs a bit more. Next, he stepped back quickly allowing his dick to flop out of Janice's mouth. A mixture of saliva and precum dripped off of his cock as he knelt down between Janice's legs. He was looking intently in her eyes as he moved his hands up the outside of her legs from her knees, pushed the hem of her skirt up past mid-thigh, then reached under her skirt to grab her panties and started to tug on them as a nonverbal request for panty removal. Janice readily complied by lifting her hips off of the chair, allowing him to deftly slide her panties down her legs and backing up enough for her to close her legs so the panties were quickly removed completely. He stood up twirling the panties around over his head on his right index finger.

In the background we could see my wife and niece sitting upright on the edge of their chairs watching this action. Amy actually had her mouth open but covered by her hands; eyes wide with disbelief at the scene unfolding before her. I looked over at my brother to see him unzip his pants, pull out his cock, and spread the precum, which seemed to be gushing out, all over his cock head.

BWC #2's next move was to ease himself up between Janice's legs, pushing her skirt hem up above her waist as he placed his face right up to her bushy pussy. Janice threw her head back and appeared to gasp, implying that he was licking her cunt, which we could not see due to the camera angle. She grabbed his head in both hands and held it in place while arching her back, nearly thrashing with pleasure.

The "camera operator" saw that BWC #1 had returned to the "main event" and the camera angle switched so that we could see my wife with his hefty cock already in her mouth and her dress already being pulled up above her waist. She pulled her head back off of his cock just long enough for him to pull her dress up over her head. She was completely naked, and her tits pulsed in time with her head as it bobbed back and forth on his engorged cock.

Quickly the camera changed to show BWC #2's hips in a piston motion between Janice's legs as he was fucking her hard and furiously. Her head was thrown back and her hands had grabbed his small love handles as she fucked him back in time to his movements. I glanced at Joe just as a spurt of cum rocketed out of his penis and landed on his chest. I then noticed that all the men in the room were jerking themselves as they watched the wanton display of sex on the big screen. From somewhere behind us, a towel was produced so Joe could clean himself up. "Thanks." He said, to the anonymous person behind us, yet his eyes never left the screen.

Another quick cut away, to see BWC #1 start licking my wife's cunt with her fingers intertwined in his head of curly black hair. She, too, was apparently moaning with her mouth open. Once, I'm sure I could make out the words, "Oh Fuck!" on her lips.

This didn't go on long before the camera cut to Amy with a BBC in her mouth as she took side glances to her Mom and Aunt on either side of her. She could barely fit the tip in her mouth, but she sucked and licked it like she used to do with the lollypops she had as a youngster.

The "camera operator" was getting better with anticipation as the view quickly moved to Janice and BWC #2 as he pulled his cock out of her pussy and jerked to an explosion of cum. The first jet hit Janice on the chin; the second at the top of her sternum; and the next two smaller jets pooled on her stomach. Joe started applauding, and the others quickly joined him.

Cut to my wife and I was treated to a great view of BWC #1, sliding his cock up and down my wife's soaking wet slit. On the fourth movement, he slid his dick deftly into her sopping hole and buried himself to the hilt. Julie's face clearly showed the depth of her pleasure; eyes shut and biting her lower lip. That's when I blasted a shot of cum straight up in the air. I swear it went 8 feet up if an inch. Luckily, it didn't hit anyone else and came right back down on my lap. The very act of remembering this and writing it down, just caused me to cum in my britches without even touching myself. (Well, I might have taken a few breaks to rub my swollen cock).

Anyway, BWC #1 was furiously fucking my wife while she displayed a most incredible "O face" and grasp at his hair, his ass, and at the air in general. She bucked and flailed as he slammed her cunt at nearly 120 thrusts per minute. In mere moments he yanked his cock out of her pussy and spurted yards of cum all over her body. At least three thick strips landed above her head and settled across her abdomen. In her rapture, Julie smeared his cum all over her body like it was a special body lotion.

Well, I was spent from enjoying the view of my recently ravished wife when the camera view changed again; back to the bride-to-be. The "camera operator" grabbed a good angle showing BBC pick up my lightweight niece, wearing only a thin red lace bra and matching thong, and cradle her in his muscular arms. A couple of camera angles later, he was gently laying her on the center table with her perfectly shaped ass at the table's edge. He kissed her passionately on the mouth as he grasp the waist band of her thong and slid them down her smooth legs, exposing her completely shaved, wet pussy. Her hairless cunt looked like it was covered in a glaze, ready to eat. Of course, the BBC did just that; ate her out!

Mr. BBC didn't munch for long. Amy didn't need any help with lubrication, so after about 90 seconds of tongue fucking her, he stepped back and prepared for the main event. Amy didn't have time to react. She was panting heavily, eyes closed, head back, lost in the moment. Then, as if the entire evening weren't composed of so many erotic treats, this next act of familial love topped everything. Amy's mother, my brother's wife, grabbed the BBC's large cock just aft of the bulbous head and guided it into Amy's gaping hole.

As that big, black cock disappeared and Amy's vagina swallowed him up, my cock sprang immediately to attention. I noticed Joe's cock was also rock hard watching his own daughter being fucked like a wanton slut, and very much enjoying it! As I looked around the theater room, ALL the guys were actively jacking off as they stared, mesmerized and transfixed by the action on the screen.

Amy was bucking and fucking for all she was worth. I don't know how long the pounding continued, but all too soon Mr. BBC yanked his dick out of Amy's pussy and, with contorted face, shot jet after jet of hot spunk up and over Amy's head and face. In our little room, too, jets of cum flew through the air. It seemed that all of us ejaculated at the same time.

Amy laid back on the table, breathing heavily as she spread the cum around on her face and body, and looking as sexy as any female on Earth. She may have been my niece, but she was still a hot piece of ass. To be sure, the ugly duckling had grown up to be a beautiful, sexy-assed swan.

Joe and I quickly cleaned up, exited the building, and drove back to his place. We didn't have much conversation. I think we were a bit too caught up in our own reverie, but we did exchange some banter on the topic of what we had just witnessed, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," I said

"My dick's getting hard again just thinking about it," Joe replied.

"Your new son in law is going to be a lucky man if he will keep an open mind and an open marriage."

We were not long at Joe's house when my phone rang. "Hello dear," I said to my wife. "Is the party over?"

"You need to come home right now," she said emphatically, "and reclaim what is rightfully yours." I understood exactly what she meant, made my excuses to my brother, and headed home for some great sloppy seconds. My dick was throbbing all the way home.

Hard Wood at Driftwood Beach

From a neighbor, Sherry and I found out about a secluded place called Driftwood Beach. It’s rather off the beaten path as you drive toward one of the small beach communities on the South Carolina coast. There’s an infrequently used road that takes you to a small parking lot. From there it’s about a half-mile walk to the beach. Once we finally arrived, though, we felt it was worth the effort. The beach is littered with huge driftwood trees and is one of the most remarkable and beautiful beaches I’ve ever seen.

Standing in front of the surf and looking as far as we could see in either direction, we only saw a couple of people, so we easily found a secluded spot amongst the driftwood trees, and I stripped off my t-shirt while Sherry took off her wrap. She wore a modest black one-piece swimsuit, and I wore standard men’s swim trunks, red. Then an idea hit me. “Hey babe! How about we strip off these suits and get an all-over suntan?”

Sherry’s eyes went wide. She looked around (observing that there was no one in her field of view), then back at me, and a devilish little smile broke out on her beautiful face. Without a word, she stood and slid her shoulder straps down off her arms and peeled the suit down to her ankles and stepped out of it. There was my wonderful, conservative wife in all her 5’4” glory, very slightly chunky (but firm) body, small tits, lovely round ass, and dark bush. Her body shape and size are very similar to the actress Julia Stiles. My dick was instantly hard, the fabric of my swim trunks sticking straight out, stretched over my 7” cock.

“Oh my,” Sherry said, looking at my crotch, “am I the cause of that?”

I nodded, “Mm hm.”

Sherry moved over in front of me, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my swim trunks, and, squatting down, pulled them down to my ankles. My cock sprang out and hit her on the chin. She quickly licked the tip, then put her mouth around the head and began bobbing on my cock.

“Oh, fuck!” I said and closed my eyes to savor the feeling of her warm mouth. Sherry may be very strait laced in public, but she’s a dynamo in the bedroom. I think we’ve tried every position imaginable (and I have to admit, some were quite uncomfortable). We’ve watched some porn videos together and learned some techniques that way. We also learned about hotwives and have toyed with the idea in some role play, but she always tells me that I’m her only lover and always will be.

“Oh Baby!” I warned after a few minutes of watching her rub her clit while blowing me, “I’m about to cum.” She didn’t stop and I shot my load into her mouth. She stopped bobbing and swallowed repeatedly as I shot several spurts. Then she used her hand to milk all of the semen out of my cock, opened her mouth to show me the cum on her tongue, then swallowed one last time. She grinned at me as she stood up, then kissed me hard on my mouth. We tongue wrestled for a bit then she backed away.

“Wow,” she said, “I don’t know where that came from. I guess being naked on a public beach had some sort of effect on me.”

“That was fantastic,” I replied. “So unlike the prim and proper wife you’ve been for the past 10 years.”

She looked at me sheepishly, then said in a hushed tone, “I know. I surprised myself. Makes me wonder what else I may be capable of.” She winked at me, then proceeded to spread her beach towel on the sand and laid down on her stomach. “Want to rub some sunscreen on me?” I took the sunscreen tube and wordlessly squeezed some into the palm of my left hand and rubbed my hands together to thoroughly coat both hands. Slowly, I applied the sunscreen to her shoulders, arms, and back, massaging her muscles as I rubbed it in.

As I sat back and began the process of getting more sunscreen on my hands, I saw a thin young man who looked to be about 20 years old, standing some 50 yards away looking at us. He had his swim trunks lowered to mid-thigh and was slowly masturbating what appeared to be a good-sized cock for such a skinny guy. I don’t know how long he had been watching, but based on his current activity, I could only assume he had seen Sherry’s oral actions.

I bent over Sherry’s legs and began applying lotion, starting at her ankles, and working my way up to her thighs. She spread her legs, ankles at about shoulder width, to allow me better access, thus giving our voyeur a nice view of her pussy, albeit from a rather long distance. I leaned up and spoke softly, “Don’t move. We have company about 50 yards toward the beach.”

Following my instructions, Sherry didn’t move, but I could feel her tense up under my touch. “Just relax,” I continued. “It’s just one guy.”

“What’s he doing?” Sherry asked.

I hesitated, not sure what her reaction would be to a guy wanking off while watching us. “Well,” I finally said, “he’s staring at us with his trunks lowered and pumping his right hand up and down his stiff cock.”

She rolled slightly up on her right side and looked up at me. “You’re playing with me,” she said.

“No, I’m not. He’s really there. Don’t look at him. I don’t want to scare him.”

“But he can see me naked. Do you think he saw me giving you a blowjob?”

“I don’t know, but you should feel proud that you’re having this kind of affect him. I can tell you that I’m proud of you, not to mention that the little man is beginning to stand at attention again.”

Sherry looked at me with astonishment. Whether that look came from my willingness to let another man ogle her or from the fact that I’ve never been able to recover from an ejaculation in less than two hours, I don’t know. “You dirty man,” she said as she turned her head back and relaxed while I finished rubbing sunscreen on her luscious ass.

I sat back up, my erection prominent, and glanced sideways to see that our voyeur was much closer (maybe 20 yards) and continuing to inch his way toward us. He was still slowly rubbing his hand up and down the shaft of his stiffy. I turned my head and looked directly at him. He stopped moving toward us, a look of apprehension on his face, but he didn’t stop his ministrations to his cock.

“Hi,” I said.

Sherry turned on her side and looked at the young man. She opened her mouth as If to speak, then just stared open-mouthed at our voyeur guest as he still continued rubbing his manhood.

“Uh. Hey,” he replied. With a pronounced southern drawl, he continued, “I didn’t mean to disturb y’all, but I happened by when y’all were engaged in…. Well, um, certain activity? I’m not a pervert, but that was so hot that I couldn’t help myself.” He looked at us sheepishly as he continued. Sherry’s face turned dark red. “I mean. I just wanted to, well, watch…and see if anything else transpired, um, but I can see y’all are just relaxing in the Sun. I guess I’ll move along.” He stopped playing with his member and said, “Sorry to disturb y’all,” as he turned and slowly started to walk away.

Sherry was motionless, continuing to gawk at the skinny young fellow as he began to pull his trunks up over his smooth, white ass.

On an impulse, I hollered, “Wait!” He stopped and turned back toward us as he was tying off the cord around the waist of his swim trunks. I stood and walked toward him, my dick starting to deflate. “My name’s Jim and this is my wife, Sherry.” I extended my hand.

“I’m Nate,” he said as he shook my hand with a firm grip. “Again, I didn’t mean to disturb y’all.”

“No disruption,” I responded. “Like you observed, we were just going to enjoy the Sun for a bit.” I glanced over at Sherry. She was sitting up with her legs bent and pressed up against her chest, ankles crossed, in an attempt to cover up.

She gave me a stern look, then softened it as she turned to look at our guest and smiled. “Hi,” she said in a voice that came out a little stunted and hoarse.

“You can sit with us if you’d like,” I said.

“Well,” Nate said, “um, thanks. If y’all don’t mind, that is.”

“We don’t mind at all,” I responded as I looked back at my wife. “Do we Hun?”

Still in a barely audible croak, and still keeping her private bits…well, private, she replied, “No. Of course not. Please sit.” There were a couple of large pieces of driftwood situated conveniently for Nate to sit on one of them. I sat on another, such that we were in a triangle with Nate and I on two corners sitting on driftwood, while Sherry sat on her towel at the third corner.

“Well,” Nate said as he stood up and started to untie his swim trunks again, “I s-suppose I should be dressed, um, more like y’all.” With that he dropped his trunks to the sand and stepped out of them. His erection pointed straight up to the sky, and I immediately had a vision of Sherry taking that cock into her mouth. As a result, my cock stiffened and pointed to the sky, too.

Sherry was still in her position to hide her goodies, but as we relaxed and talked about everything and nothing, she began loosening up a bit. She slowly dropped her guarded position as we talked and lay on her side, head propped on her hand, fully on display. I couldn’t get the images of Sherry playing with that rather large cock out of my mind. Like mine, Nate’s cock remained at full staff. He rarely took his eyes off of Sherry, though I don’t think she really noticed. Her eyes were perennially glued to his cock. At closer quarters, I could see that it was definitely a bit larger than mine, not in length, but in girth, with a slightly larger mushroom head.

After a bit of chit-chatting, I finally addressed the elephant in the room, so to speak. “Nate, I was just wondering if my wife is the cause of that raging hard-on.”

“Jim!” My wife exclaimed.

“Well,” I boldly ejected, “You’ve been staring at his cock for the last 30 minutes. I just think it’s time you either helped him with his condition, or we bid him goodbye so I can at least get some relief myself.”

“I apologize for my husband Nate,” Sherry said as she glared at me. “He has no tact.” Then turning back to Nate, “I’m sorry if he offends.”

“No problem,” Nate answered. “I’m not offended. I’m sorry for staring, but you have an amazing body, and it IS the cause of my, my…erection.”

Sherry sat upright and cross-legged on her towel. Her labia had opened up displaying her moist vaginal hole. She looked Nate in the eyes and said, “Um, thanks. I guess. I don’t mean to cause you, uh, distress, but I’m married. I can’t, uh…I can’t do anything to, uh, relieve you.”

“Hon,” I interjected. “You’re not cheating on me if I give you permission. I think it’s only fair that you help the young man out. It’s not his fault your body is so sexy. I mean, it’s not your fault either, I guess, but at the same time, I think it only right that you help him out here.”

Sherry looked at me with a mixture of shock and wonder. I nodded at her, then tipped my head in Nate’s direction, urging her to go to him. “Just put your hands on his cock and…maybe…you know…help him out.”

She continued staring at me for a couple of seconds, then slowly uncrossed her legs, stood up, walked the few feet over to Nate, and got down on her knees in front of him. She looked back at me in consternation and asked, “Are you sure?”

I nodded. Then she looked back at Nate’s cock, reached out with her left hand (the one that bears her wedding ring) and gingerly wrapped her fingers around the base. If I had even touched my dick at that point, it would have exploded in a torrent of cum. As it was, the precum was oozing out like a volcano oozes lava. It was running down my penis in small streams, coating my balls, and matting my pubic hair.

Sherry stared, mesmerized, at Nate’s cock. Slowly, she moved her hand up and down his erect shaft. As precum gathered at the tip and spilled over, her movements caused his penis to slicken with his own juices. She then rubbed both hands all over his cock, exploring every detail with her sense of touch, even fondling his ball sack.

Nate leaned his head back and groaned, “Oh god. I’m going to cum soon if you keep that up.”

Sherry ceased her movements, staring for a moment at his cock with her left hand still wrapped around the base. She leaned forward slightly and licked a small droplet of precum that was forming at the tip. Then she quickly moved her right hand up to cover her mouth in a gesture of incredulity and looked back at me with a concerned look and said, “I didn’t mean to do that.” She stared at me for a moment and asked, “are you okay? I’m so sorry.”

I think my mouth must have been gaping open as I took in the sight of my strait-laced wife playing with another man’s cock and balls. I shook my head and responded, “Uh, yeah, I’m fine. In fact, I’m better than fine. You look amazing! If you want to taste him, go right ahead. Really, I’m enjoying the show.”

She smiled at me, then turned back to Nate’s cock and proceeded to explore every inch of it with her tongue. She put the tip in her mouth and held it there while she massaged his boner with her hands. Finally, she started bobbing up and down on it, giving him a masterful blowjob. Nate put his hands on her head and moaned while she started to pick up the pace of her bobbing head.

“Stop!” Nate yelled in an almost panicked voice, “I’m about to cum!”

Sherry sat up straight, and Nate’s cock exited her mouth with an audible pop. A small string of saliva and precum was visible for a moment before it broke and dangled from Sherry’s chin. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up into Nate’s eyes. “I thought that was the point of this,” she said.

“Well,” Nate replied, “I, uh, was kinda hoping, uh, that maybe….” He looked over at me with a yearning look on his face. “Um, would it be possible?” He looked back at Sherry. “Um, could I maybe…put it in you?”

Sherry’s mouth dropped open. She stared at him for a moment, then looked down at his swollen cock as she pondered his request. I could see that she was processing the idea, but her conservative upbringing was not allowing her brain to take that step. “I…I’m married,” she said sheepishly. “No one has ever had sex with me since I made my vows to Jim.”

While my brain was processing that last comment, I stood up and walked over to her. Putting my hands on either side of her shoulders, I gently urged her to stand up and turned her around to face me. Staring into her eyes, I said, “If you want to feel his penis in you, I am okay with it. It’s just sex. He’ll be just like using one of your toys. He’s a living, breathing sex toy. That’s all.” I kissed her on her mouth. She didn’t respond at first, then melted into my arms and we kissed passionately.

I backed up without breaking our kiss, and slowly lowered her down onto her towel. We continued kissing for a few moments before I broke it off and kissed her neck, her chest between her breasts, her stomach, and finally, her vagina. I licked up her moist hole and sucked on her clitoris. Sherry moaned in answer to my tongue play and then started squirming in sexual ecstasy. When I felt that she was nearing her peak, I stopped and crawled around to sit above her head. I spread my legs on either side of her, lifted her head and shoulders up slightly and slid partially under her, so that her upper body was resting in my lap. Sherry looked up at me with lust in her eyes. I looked over and nodded at Nate, who was watching us while slowly rubbing his right hand up and down his shaft.

I looked back down at Sherry, who was watching Nate as he walked over and knelt down between her legs. “Are you sure about this?” She asked.

“Absolutely,” I said as I smiled down at her. I leaned over and kissed her on her mouth, upside down. She put her left hand on the back of my head and kissed me back ferociously. I heard her moan softly and broke off the kiss to look up. Nate was rubbing his cockhead all around Sherry’s pussy, matting her pubes with a mixture of her juices and his precum.

“Wait!” Sherry said, “you’re not wearing a condom.”

Nate’s face took on a countenance of deep disappointment as he said, “I don’t have any.”

“Neither do we,” I said. Damn. We were almost there, just to be stymied by the lack of proper protection. “I’m so sorry Nate, but we can’t risk any spread of disease.”

“I’m clean,” Nate said.

“How can you be so sure?” I asked. “When’s the last time you had sex and how many partners have you had?”

Nate’s face turned beet red as he mumbled, “I’ve never had sex with anyone.”

“This is your first time?” I asked incredulously.

“Um, yeah.”

I looked down at Sherry and said, “I think it’s safe. What do you think?”

Sherry pondered for a moment. “I…I guess it’s okay. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

I smiled. “Yes,” I replied. I looked up at Nate and nodded my assent.

Nate grabbed his dick with his right hand, which was shaking from the anticipation of his first sexual intercourse, and again moved the mushroom head around her pussy. Then Sherry did something that is forever etched in my memory. She reached down with her left hand, wedding ring clearly visible, and guided his penis to her sopping vaginal opening.

I watched entranced as his cock slowly disappeared into her. It was the single most exhilarating and erotic scene I have ever witnessed. Nate moaned as he entered her. Sherry moaned as he entered her. I moaned as he entered her. He slowly pulled back until just the tip remained inside her pussy, then pushed it rapidly back in. Again, we all three moaned. He began to piston his cock in and out of her pussy at a moderate pace. His eyes were closed, and his chin jutted out. He moaned each time he slid his prick in.

I looked down at Sherry’s face. Her eyes were also closed, and her mouth was slightly open. She let out an audible breath on each in-stroke. Soon she was writhing in ecstasy as Nate fucked her. “Mmmmaaahh!” She exclaimed as an orgasm enveloped her. Her face was flushed. Her nipples were erect. Then her whole body relaxed, and she let out a big sigh. Nate continued to slide in and out of her. Suddenly, Sherry put her hand on Nate’s chest and said, “Stop.” Nate stopped his motion with his penis halfway inside her swollen vagina. “Give me a minute. It’s very sensitive down there after an orgasm.”

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Mm, good,” she replied, as she smiled up at me. “How are you feeling? You still okay with this?”

I smiled back and nodded. “I’m perfect,” I said. “This is perfect.” My dick was still hard as granite and precum continued to flow freely. It was sticking straight up next to the right side of Sherry’s neck, causing her neck to moisten with the precum that was leaking over her. She reached up with her left hand, grasped my cock lightly, and began moving her hand up and down.

“Okay Nate,” she said, “you can continue. This time I want you to go a little faster. Really fuck me.”

Nate did just as Sherry said. He leaned into her, his face close to mine, and really began to pound her pussy, still loudly grunting each time he drove into her.

Sherry let go of my cock and reached her hands down, put them on his butt cheeks, and pulled him into her each time he pushed. “Oh my. Oh god! Oh fuck! That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

“I’m about to cum!” Nate yelled. “I’m about to cum!”

I expected him to pull out and shoot his load onto her belly. Instead Sherry gripped his ass tighter and said, “Cum in me. Cum inside me, Nate!”

With that he stiffened up and let out a loud groan as he erupted inside my wife. Sherry, too, yelled, “Oooohhhh Fuuuuuuuuck!” as she orgasmed a second, and more intense, time. As she stiffened in orgasm, Sherry held tightly onto his ass as Nate spasmed five or six times, then collapsed on top of her and me. I could feel her body suddenly relax, too, under his weight, and my upper body fell backward onto the towel as their combined weight bore down on me. Sherry wrapped her arms around Nate’s back, holding him close to her bosom, and we just lay there for a little while.

Finally, Nate lifted himself up and his flaccid penis slid out of Sherry’s cunt. I gently slid myself out from underneath her and moved around to take Nate’s place as he retreated to sit on the piece of driftwood. Sherry’s pussy was completely matted with sex juices. A small stream of semen dripped down from her gaping vagina onto the towel. Without a word I place the head of my still raging cock at the entrance to her womb and shoved it in. Sherry gasped and looked at me. “Oh god I love you!” she exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. We kissed passionately as I fucked her. I fucked her like it was my first time.

“Fuck me, Jim,” she said. “Fuck your wife! I’m all yours. I will always be yours. Fuck me.”

It didn’t take long. It was probably the fastest that I’ve ever reached release and I spurted torrents of cum into her womb. My ejaculations had never been as strong, or as numerous. I must have shot ten streams of semen into her. As I did so, Sherry climaxed for a third time, squealing as she buried her face in the nape of my neck.

We lay together like that until my softening cock slid out of her well lubricated pussy. I pushed my upper body up so that I could look into her eyes. “Wow,” I said. “There were a couple of ‘firsts’ here today. It was the first time we’ve ever had a threesome and it was the first time I’ve ever seen you have sex with someone else. By the way, did you ever have sex with anyone else before we met?”

“Would it bother you if I had?” She responded.

“No. I’m just curious.”

“Yes.”

I smiled reassuringly at her as my cock began to grow again. “I would really like to hear about the first time you had sex. Nate is going to have a hell of a story to tell about his first time, right Nate?” I rolled off of Sherry and looked back at our guest…except Nate wasn’t there. No sign of him remained except footprints in the sand.

Nine-Ball Leads to Empty Balls

We were visiting one of my oldest and dearest friends, Jason, at his home. It was a small two-bedroom, one-bathroom townhouse with a walkout basement that contained a regulation sized pool table. We had been eating pizza and watching football quarter-final playoffs one Saturday evening. The night was still relatively young when the game ended so we decided to go down and play Nine Ball on the pool table.

Now I already knew that my wife Julie thought Jason was handsome and attractive. I trusted her love for me and knew she remained faithful. It was this trust that allowed me to maintain an indelible fantasy of seeing Julie have sex with another man. I just couldn't convince her that it would be okay. Her morals were too strict to allow her to have sex with anyone she didn't love nor outside of marriage. It took years of slow work for us to begin reading erotic literature together, then looking at erotic couple's photos, then harder pornographic videos. Over time I managed to make sure that most of these activities were centered on married women having sex with men who were not their husbands. Sometimes the women were outright cheating on their mates. Other times it was with their husband's consent. I would always preview the material to make sure the woman was not making degrading comments or gestures to her husband. She always needed to treat him with respect. I'm not into "cuckold" but "stag/vixen."

After many nights of intense discussion, Julie finally agreed that if the opportunity truly and unequivocally presented itself, she would let Jason have sex with her, but I had to be present so there was nothing hidden. Also, if I found it difficult or impossible to follow through with my fantasy I could stop it before it went too far. Finally, she made me agree not to push the issue. Often times our conversations with Jason would get a little risqué and he and Julie would often flirt a bit; nothing overtly sexual, but a lot of "innocent" touching. Julie figured if it was going to happen, then it would happen as a natural progression at some future time. In actuality, I don't think she thought there was any chance of it happening at all.

This particular evening, we were dressed casually, all of us in jeans and un-tucked shirts. We were in our stocking feet, having left our shoes at the foyer so as not to "mess up" Jason's carpet. Jason had taken note that he thought Julie was not wearing a bra and kept trying to sneak peeks to confirm his suspicions. The fact is, she never wears a bra when we are with close friends. She finds them too constrictive and uncomfortable. Besides, her A-cup breasts remain so perky she doesn't need a bra.

Julie would sometimes serve him his beer or snacks, in a mock servant fashion, and bend over inauspiciously to give him a peek down her blouse but would stand up before he could get a good look. On one of those occasions, as Julie turned toward me, Jason grabbed her by the waist, pulled her onto his lap, and began tickling her. Before she could wrestle herself away from him, he had managed to tickle her under her denim blouse. I wasn't sure but I thought he just might have managed to reach far enough up her front to verify her bra status. (She later confirmed that he had brushed his hand over her nipple and that she felt a bit of a tingle between her legs when it happened.)

As we were selecting our cue sticks, Jason said, "We should make this more interesting. How about strip pool? We play Nine Ball but whenever someone sinks the five or the nine ball, the other two have to remove an article of clothing."

Julie looked at me with an almost accusatory smirk. I just smiled back. I actually had nothing to do with Jason's suggestion. We had not talked in any way about my desire to see Julie get fucked or his desire to fuck her. I had only guessed at his desire because of the way he always flirted with her.

"Well?" Jason asked. "What do you say? Julie?"

Julie sighed. "Alright. Since it's only you two, I suppose I can risk you seeing me naked. You've undressed me enough times in your perverted mind." She said and rolled her eyes as she chalked her cue stick.

Jason turned to me. "Jim?"

"Sure thing. Let's get nasty." I said with a wide grin.

So, the games began. After the first game, I had removed my socks (both socks counted as one garment) and shirt. Another game where I didn't sink the five or nine and I would be naked. Julie and Jason lost only their socks since Julie pocketed the five ball and Jason the nine ball. Next game I got the five and Julie got the nine, so Jason and I were both down to our underwear and Julie was wearing only her bright blue granny panties and the denim blouse, which did a decent job covering her more private parts. I did, however, detect a small wet spot on the lowest part of her panties, since it was much darker than the surrounding bright blue color.

In game three, Jason pocketed the five. I removed my underwear and stood naked before my friend and my wife. The sexual energy in the room was palpable and my cock stood at half mast in full anticipation of what was about to happen.

Julie's face became flushed. "Well," she said as she began unbuttoning her shirt, "I guess it's time to pay the piper, so to speak." When she had unbuttoned the last button, she let her shirt drape partly open. Her small breasts remained covered, but I saw Jason staring intently at the space between them and the little mole that was visible to him for the first time. How incredibly sexy she looked with her cushy muffin top and exposed belly button. The little wet spot I thought I had detected was growing. She began a little gyrating dance as she shrugged her shirt off of, first one, and then the other shoulder. She danced up to me and began alternatively flashing one, then the other breast at me. Then she went over to Jason and did the same thing. Finally, she simply dropped her arms and let the shirt slide down to the floor. Jason reached out to touch her breasts, but Julie deftly moved back and shook a finger at him. "Now, now," she warned. "No touching." Then she turned to the pool table, looked back over her shoulder, and said, "yet."

I was out of the game, so I sat in a chair by the corner and observed the banter going on between Julie and Jason. Julie looked amazing with her pert titties on full display as she bounded around the table whenever it was her turn to shoot. The wet spot was very evident by this time, though I'm not sure she realized it. It was obvious that she was turned on but I don't know whether it was from seeing the bulge in Jason's underwear (which was not inconsequential) or the simple fact that she was displaying her perfect tits, for the first time, to someone other than her loving husband.

The game seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of time to complete, considering that both Julie and Jason were usually competent pool players. It was so incredibly sexy to see Julie strutting around the table, leaning in for a shot with pert tits touching the table, or lifting a leg to get a better angle on a tough shot. In the last case, her wet spot was most evident. It glistened in the light, extending from just above her clitoris to the crack of her ass and spanning the width of the crotch. Jason would often try to make physical contact with Julie, a brush of his arm against her tits or a brief touch with his clothed dick at the crack of her clothed ass.

Finally, Jason got a lucky shot and pocketed the nine ball. "Damn!" She exclaimed as she tossed her cue stick down on the table in disgust at her unusually poor play. "You cheated!"

"How did I cheat?" Jason asked.

"You distracted me."

"Distracted you?" He retorted. "How did I distract you? You're the one strutting around showing off your immaculate tits and magnificent body. You were distracting me, and I still beat you! Now, off with those panties and let me get a good look at all of you."

Julie's face turned bright red as the implications had set in. She walked over and stood about equidistant between Jason, who was standing by the end of the pool table, and me, sitting in the corner chair. There was about 10 feet between Jason and Julie, and between Julie and me. She faced me, looked me in the eyes, and mouthed the words, "are you okay?" with a concerned look on her face.

I simply smiled, nodded my head, and used my right hand to wave my hard cock at her. She, in turned, grinned. It was not an ordinary grin, however. It's difficult to describe in words, but it bespoke of mischief, sexuality, and lust. Then she bent toward me at the waist. Her ass was thrust out toward Jason, she reached back, hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her underwear and giving me a wink, wiggled her ass and legs and slid her panties to the floor. Then she stood upright, turned, hooked the panties onto her right foot and kicked them to Jason. He caught them and spread them out in front of his face. With a devilish grin he brought the wet spot up to his nose and inhaled deeply.

It's hard to believe, but I think Julie's face turned even more red. She turned and hurried over to me, fanning her face with her hands. Her pussy lips were open like a butterfly's wings and her unkempt pubic hair was damp and matted (she had not trimmed her bush because, well, it was mid-January; several months to bikini weather). She got down on her knees in front of me and buried her face in the nape of my neck, exclaiming, "I didn't know I had a wet spot!"

I let out a low laugh and replied, "it's to be expected when you're sexually aroused."

She pulled back and looked me in the eyes with her hands resting on my thighs. With a slightly drunken giggle she said, "I am aroused, aren't I? I didn't mean to be."

"Think about what you just said. That's ridiculous. All the flirting and touching going on between you and Jason? Of course, you're aroused. Any woman would be. Heck, I'm aroused from just watching the two of you." I drew her attention to the erection between my legs. My cock was pointing straight up and the drop of precum sitting boldly on the slit suddenly lost the surface tension that held it in place, and it rolled down the side of my penis head.

Without a word, Julie bent her head down and licked up the droplet, running her tongue along the underside of my cock as she did so. Then she lowered her mouth over my cock. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan as I enjoyed the sensation of her beautiful mouth on my penis.

"Ahem!"

I opened my eyes and Julie stopped her ministrations on my cock to look around behind her. Somewhere in that short span of time while Julie and I were talking and fooling around, Jason had put the cover on the pool table. He now stood near one end of the table with his hands on his hips. His rather nice sized cock was at rigid attention, pointing up toward his belly button, and Julie's panties were hanging from his cock as if they were on a clothes hook.

Julie laughed, stood up, and bounded over to Jason. She snatched her underwear from off his dick and tossed them over her head towards me. They landed on the floor a couple of feet short of my position. "YOU didn't have to get naked," she said as she looked down at his erection. "You won the game."

"I didn't want to be left out of the fun. It's not fair for the losers to have ALL the fun, is it?"

"So, what does the winner desire?" Julie asked as she gently reached out and ran her right forefinger up his engorged shaft.

Jason gasped at Julie's touch, and she wrapped her hand around his cock just under the head. "Well," he replied. "let's see. A hand job would be an okay start. A blowjob would be a pretty good follow-up, but a good fucking would be the best reward for my illustrious victory."

Julie looked over at me and licked her lips as she sought my approval. My heart began to race and sweat beaded up on my brow. My throat was dry, but my hands were damp and shaking with anticipation. I just nodded to her as I took my cock in my hand and slowly rubbed it up and down...very slowly, as I didn't want to blow my load too soon.

She slowly squatted down in front of him and brought her head toward his cock. Her right hand kept a firm grasp on his shaft and her left hand went down to her pussy and began gently massaging her clitoris. She stuck out her tongue and slowly ran it up from the base of his cock to the head. Next, she swirled her tongue around his cock head a couple of times before lowering her mouth completely over it. She began bobbing her head up and down and running her hand up and down the shaft in perfect time with her mouth.

Jason threw his head back and moaned out loud. He then placed his hands on either side of her head and drew her up and off his cock. "Oh no," he said, "I don't want to cum yet and not from a blowjob." He then guided her to her feet. She had a slightly perplexed look on her face as Jason gently turned her around and guided her up to the end of the pool table. Then he put a hand in the middle of her back, between her shoulder blades and pushed her upper torso down so she was bending over the end of the table.

As Julie was leaning over the pool table, Jason stepped up behind her and began fingering her pussy. Julie closed her eyes and her ass gently swayed as his fingers did their magic. Her forearms lay on the table, her hands rested leisurely on the outer edges of her palms. She then opened her eyes and, looking at me with an earnest expression, she beckoned with her left index finger for me come to her. I eased up close to her and put my left hand on top of her left hand, our wedding rings clearly visible to me. With my right hand I gently stroked her left cheek as I asked, "What can I do for you, my darling?"

She smiled and clasped my left hand as she softly said, "I just want to make sure you're okay with this. Once he puts his penis in me, there's no going back. He can't unfu-...Oh My god." At that instant she squeezed my left hand, her right hand went flat on the table, she closed her eyes, her breathing quickened, and her upper body began a slight, but rhythmic, horizontal back and forth motion. I wish I could describe the look on her face. It was a woman's carnal expression of sexual bliss, and I will forever have it engraved in my mind; seared into my memory. After about a second, she opened her eyes and looked at me. A grin slowly spread across her face as she said, "Never mind."

I looked at Jason. He, too, had his eyes closed. His hands were loosely gripping Julie's hips as he thrust his pelvis in sexual gyration. It was happening. It was actually happening right in front of me. Julie was being fucked by another man. My own cock was so hard it was aching. I didn't want to touch it, though, because I knew it would erupt at the slightest provocation. I turned my attention back to Julie. "I love you more than words can express," I said.

"I love you, too," she said as she rocked back and forth in time to Jason's thrusts. "I can never thank you enough for this. It feels sooooo good." She grabbed my head with her right hand and pulled my face to her. She kissed me hard, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Then she moaned softly, put her right hand back on the table, and just concentrated on fucking.

I looked at Julie's face and just admired its beauty. I know she is a beautiful woman, but nothing can compare to the beauty of that particular look of sexual ecstasy. She and Jason had settled into a moderately rapid rhythm, and she would emit a sound every few strokes. "Mmmmm. Oh! Ahhh. Mmmmm."

I stepped back to where I could see Jason's dick piston in and out of Julie's pussy. Again, I cannot describe the emotion at seeing such an amazingly beautiful sight. I was not jealous. I was feeling the extreme excitement of seeing my own personal, live porn show with full knowledge of the pleasure Jason was feeling as he fucked my wife. It was so taboo, naughty, and surreal. I had dreamed of this moment for so long. I wished it would go on forever.

Jason, however, was building to a climax. He reached forward and grasped Julie's arms at the elbows and began pounding her hard. She was no longer resting her upper body on her arms; Jason was holding her up. I could hear the slapping of their flesh as he fucked her in earnest. He was grunting and Julie was letting out a high-pitched yelp with each thrust.

At that moment, I realized that he was not wearing a condom and none of us had given it the slightest consideration. I didn't know If he was going to pull out and cum on her back or continue and fill her pussy with his seed. She could not get pregnant, and I was fairly certain he was disease free. At the same time, it would be a sexy sight to see his semen splattering on her back.

The sound reverberated from between them. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

Jason grunted with each thrust of his cock into Julie's pussy, "Uhn, Uhn, Uhn, Uhn!"

Julie held her head high and let out a long wail, "OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her head then slumped forward, and her body shook spasmodically with a huge orgasm.

That sent Jason over the edge. He slammed his cock as deep as he could into Julie's pussy and let out a long, "Uuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnggggggggg!" as he unloaded inside her. It must have taken him a full minute to finish ejaculating. Then he pulled back and his limp dick made a sucking sound as his cock-head emerged from Julie's dripping hole. A huge wad of semen dropped to the floor and more began to ooze out in a long stream.

Without hesitating, I grabbed my rigid cock, aimed it at Julie's sopping pussy and drove it home in a single push. I slid in easily; easier than ever before. Her pussy was slick from their combined juices and loose from Jason's slightly larger girth.

Julie looked back at me over her left shoulder and said, "Take me, Jim! Reclaim me! I'm yours forever!" Then she proceeded to grunt, groan, and moan as I continued to piston my cock in and out in a mad flurry. I could feel juices running over my balls. I was completely driven by my lust and fucked Julie like I had never fucked her before. The slapping of our bodies sounding like thunderclaps in my ears. When I finally ejaculated, the jets of semen felt like they exploded from my cock. It was THE most intense orgasm I have ever had, and it triggered Julie's second orgasm of the night. Her scream was so loud it likely woke Jason's neighbors. Then she collapsed on the pool table, and I staggered backwards. My cock also made a sucking sound as it popped out of her pussy. Semen began to flow out of her gapping pussy, pooling on the floor in a growing puddle between Julie's feet.

It took us all a few minutes to gather our wits, get dressed, and clean up the floor; all in relative silence. It took several weeks for the event to become completely settled in our minds. Jason and Julie both seemed withdrawn and self-conscious for a time. Of course, Julie and I talked it through and soon began to look for more adventures. Julie deserves to be sexually satisfied and I willingly let her fuck anybody she wants. In her turn, she allows me the same freedom and we've never been closer, emotionally or sexually, but those are stories for another time.

A Friend in Need

After I separated from the military, my wife and I moved to the metropolitan Washington, D.C. area where we were renting a townhouse in the suburbs in Northern Virginia. It was a modest place with two-bedrooms, two-and-a-half baths, and a downstairs den with a fireplace. Since there was a large privacy fence surrounding the tiny back yard, we never bothered to put curtains or blinds over the sliding glass door that opened from the den to the yard.

About every six months or so, one of the people I served with, Steve, would come to visit, usually in conjunction with a Temporary Duty assignment that brought him to the Pentagon for a day or two. On those occasions, he would come over for dinner and conversation. Sometimes the conversation would get a little risqué, but there never seemed to be any real sexual tension in the air. Although I had known and worked with Steve in the military, I never really felt like we were particularly close or that we had anything in common, so I surmised that he really had a crush on Shirly, my wife of 7 years. She is a gorgeous woman who stands about 5’5” and has brown, shoulder-length hair. She is only slightly pudgy, with small tits and a firm round ass.

One evening after one of Steve’s visits, as we were getting ready for bed, I told Shirly that I thought Steve had a crush on her.

“No way,” she responded. “He’s your friend not mine.”

“Steve and I were never particularly close. We never hung out together and we never spent much time chatting at work. I really think it’s you he comes to see.”

“You’re crazy,” she replied. “There is nothing about me to attract him and he doesn’t flirt with me.”

“I’m not crazy. I’m attracted to you, so what makes it so improbable that another man is attracted to you, even Steve?”

“You’re different. I’m your wife.”

I laughed. “I’m still a red-blooded male with an eye for a pretty woman. I would not have married you unless you were pleasant to look at. Besides, you have a great body and there’s likely not a heterosexual man out there who wouldn’t love to fuck you good.”

Shirly blushed. “You’re biased. I was never popular in school. My tits are too small, I’m fat and, truthfully, I don’t even know why you asked me out!” Then she grinned at me as she added, “but I’m certainly glad you did.”

Shirly always was shy. In high school, she pretty much kept to herself and didn’t date much as far as I knew. I kept a secret crush on her until after we graduated, then, on a whim, I asked her out. The rest is history, as they say. After we finished college, we got married, I entered the military, and she became a teacher in the city near where I was posted. She has been my faithful companion ever since, and even though we had talked about my fantasy of seeing her fuck another man, it was never more than foreplay imagination.

“Your tits are perfect, and you are definitely not fat!” I exclaimed. “I asked you out because you were a stunning beauty. It was your timidity that kept most boys at bay. I admit to a certain bias as far as you’re concerned, but objectively, you still turn the heads of other men and I maintain that Steve is hot for you. In fact, I bet you $100 that if you ever gave him the least encouragement, he’d have sex with you.”

“You’re nuts,” was her only reply and the subject was dropped as she climbed in bed and turned out the light. I snuggled her close and, with thoughts of Steve pushing his cock into Shirly’s pussy, I nuzzled my erection against Shirly’s thigh. Before long, she was riding me reverse cowgirl and I was watching her amazing ass humping up and down on my 7-inch cock, but I was imagining that she was riding Steve’s cock. The image made my erection stiffer than I ever remember feeling. Oddly, Shirly seemed to be riding me with more energy than usual and within a few minutes she was having a rather powerful orgasm, which sent me over the top and I filled her pussy with more cum than I have ever produced during sex.

Well, providence was on my side because Steve called Shirly the next afternoon at about 4:00 and said his flight back had been cancelled due to the bad weather and he couldn’t get out until the following day. Shirly called me, and we agreed he could stay with us since all the decent hotels in the area were booked solid. She and Steve texted each other and he agreed to get an Uber or Lyft and chill out at our house until I got off work.

About 5:00 I got a text from Shirly letting me know that Steve was there and getting settled in the spare bedroom. I texted her back that I was in a late meeting and the discussion was intense. I would likely be very late getting home. She sent me a pouty face emoji and then surprised me by reminding me of my bet and saying that she might just flirt with him a bit to see what he would do. My cock was instantly hard as I texted back, “Go for it.” I think she was just trying to make me jealous, and she hates the long hours I work. I texted her that I would let her know when I was on my way home. Well, there was no meeting and I left work immediately and headed home.

Being November, it was dark when I got home. It was cool out, but not as cold as Novembers in the capital city can be. After parking in a cul-de-sac a few hundred yards away, I walked around back and let myself in through the back gate…quietly. Sure enough, the lights were on in the den, and I had a clear view of everything inside. The glass doors had a coating to reduce sunlight and keep the cooling bill down in the summer when full Sun came in through the doors in the evening. This meant that from inside the house, it looked like a mirror when the lights were on.

The view that met my eye was more than I could have hoped for. Providence was still on my side. Shirly was wearing a loose-fitting halter top (with no bra) and shorts that displayed just a hint of her ass cheeks when she bent at the waist or lifted her legs. Steve was also in shorts and a t-shirt. Both were bare foot and were sitting on opposite ends of the sofa, which was against the wall directly opposite the glass doors, with their feet curled up under them.

I don’t know what conversation went on before I got there, but here’s what I heard.

Shirly: “You mean you’ve never had sexual intercourse?”

Steve: “Nope.”

Shirly: “I don’t understand. You’re a good-looking guy.”

Steve: “I guess I’m kinda shy around women. I’m also afraid of rejection. I don’t want women to think I’m just out for sex.”

Shirly: “Even the best hitters strike out from time to time. It’s rare enough just getting to first base, but a home run is very rare. Still, if you don’t swing, you never score.”

Steve: “Well. Um. Hm. I don’t know what to say.”

Shirly: “Women like to be fawned over. Just make nice compliments. When you talk with a woman you like just sit close to them, look them in the eye, and show interest in them. Maybe even touch her arm or her thigh. If she’s not interested, she’ll let you know.”

Steve moved over closer to Shirly, who took the hint and moved closer to him, so that they were sitting cross legged with their knees nearly touching.

Steve: “Well. Ummm. Hmmmm. I ah. Oh shit! Shirly, I really think you are an amazing woman. You are so beautiful. Ah. Hmmm.”

Shirly: “Nice start. Keep going.”

Steve: “Well you just have an amazing, sexy body. I’ve always had a bit of a crush on you.” Steve put his right hand on Shirly’s left knee.

Shirly: “See. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” As she said this, she used her right hand to pat Steve’s left knee.

Steve moved his hand up to Shirly’s thigh. “Is this first base?”

Shirly: “Yes. That and a kiss would be first base.”

Steve leaned into her. Shirly hesitated for a second but then leaned forward and their lips met in a tentative kiss that looked like something elementary students did for their first kiss. Steve backed up.

Steve: “First base?”

Shirly remained leaning forward resting her forearms on her knees. “You might have just beat the throw, but yeah, I guess you got to first base with me.”

I could see Steve staring at the front of Shirly’s top, obviously getting a good look at her cleavage, maybe even a peak at some nipple if the shirt draped down enough. Shirly seemed to notice him staring but didn’t change her posture.

Shirly: “Look Steve, women want to see confidence. If you show confidence, it can be an aphrodisiac. I’m not saying to be aggressive, just be respectful and confident in yourself. Like I said, you’re a good-looking guy and have a lot to offer a woman. Be confident in that.” Coming from a woman who lacked confidence all through her adolescent years, that was still sage advice.

Steve sat pondering her statement for a few seconds, then he leaned in again. This time he placed his right hand on her thigh and his left hand on the back of her head and gently pulled her to him. He kissed her again, but with more confidence. Again Shirly hesitated a second, hunched her shoulders, and put her hands up in the air as if she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t really welcome the kiss, but she didn’t push him away either. Finally, she put her arms around him and returned the kiss. It was much more prolonged this time and soon Steve moved his hand up and cupped her left breast. I could see Shirly jerk her body slightly at the new sensation, but she didn’t move his hand away. Steve’s left hand moved around her body and up under her top, where he rubbed in a circular motion on her bare skin.

After a few more seconds, Shirly put her right hand on his chest and gently pushed Steve back, breaking the kiss.

Shirly wiped her mouth: “Wow. I didn’t expect that.”

Steve: “Was that confident enough?”

Shirly: “Uh, yeah. I’d say that was perfect. Oh, and since you fondled my breast, you made it to second base, and I haven’t thrown you out yet.” She smiled at him.

Steve sat back, reached down to the front of his shorts, and adjusted himself. Obviously, he began to sport an erection and it was causing him a bit of discomfort. Shirly noticed the bulge, which appeared to be rather large.

Shirly (hesitantly): “Um, uh, Steve? Uh, how big, exactly, is your penis?”

Steve: “I don’t know. I never measured it.”

Shirly (still hesitantly): “Um. Well. Uh. If you need to let it out and release the pressure in your shorts, I-I’d understand.”

Steve stood up and dropped his shorts down to his ankles. He was going commando. His erection sprung up and pointed toward the ceiling. It had to have been at least 8 inches long. I’m not able to gage the size of a penis but I can say that it seemed bigger than mine.

Shirly’s mouth dropped open as she, now, openly stared at his penis. “Oh my god! Steve! That’s a big cock!”

That motherfucker had the audacity to step around in front of Shirly and completely block my view. All I could see was his disgusting bare ass and Shirly’s legs on either side of his legs. I could tell that Shirly was moving her arms, so she was likely touching his cock.

Shirly: “Fuck! Steve! If any women knew about this, they’d be knocking at your door day and night.”

Steve: “Really? Do you think so?

Shirly: “Absolutely.”

Steve: “Do YOU like it?”

Shirly: “God yes.”

There was a brief pause where I couldn’t hear anything but could detect that there was some motion on Shirly’s part.

Steve: “Is Jim’s cock the same size as mine?”

Shirly: “Close, but you’re a little bigger. Damn, it’s gorgeous.”

Steve: “Are we at 3rd base?”

Shirly: “Definitely.”

Did I hear her correctly? Third base? That means oral stimulation of sexual organs. She was giving fellatio! Head! A blow job! WOW!! My cock instantly went stiffer than even the night before. I had to adjust it, so it was pointing up my belly. Other than that adjustment, I didn’t want to touch it for fear I would blow my load.

After a few more minutes of relative silence (Steve was constantly moaning – more evidence that Shirly had his cock in her mouth), Steve suddenly grunted and shuddered. There seemed to be some quick movement on the other side of his white ass.

Shirly: “Geez! You could have given me some warning.”

Steve: “Oh. Sorry. It just sorta came on suddenly.”

Shirly: “Don’t go anywhere. I need to go get a towel and clean up.

Finally Steve stepped aside, ostensibly to let Shirly get up to clean herself up. Which she did. As she made her way out of the room to go to the bathroom, she was holding her hands up under her chin, which was covered with dripping semen. There also appeared to be cum on her forehead and in her hair.

Steve sat down on the couch, leaned back, and seemed just to relax in an after-sex glow. His cock was still somewhat stiff as it lay on his tummy. After a few minutes Shirly returned with a wet washcloth…and no clothes on. She sashayed up to Steve, squatted down in front of him, and cleaned his cock with the washcloth.

Shirly: “Damn! You’re getting hard again.”

Steve: “I can’t help it. You have an amazing body and a nice touch.”

Shirly stood up and spun around as if she were modelling clothes: “You like?”

Steve: “I LOVE it!”

Shirly sat back down on the couch and leaned back sideways and put her right leg up on the back of the couch while the left leg dangled over the side with her foot resting on the floor. Steve was just staring at her pussy. I couldn’t get a good look, but my experience with Shirly led me to believe her pussy was gaping open and very wet.

Shirly: “We’re still at third base so you need to do your part.”

Steve knew just what she meant and greedily bent over and put his head between her legs.

Steve: “You’ll have to help me if I don’t do it right. I’ve never done this before.”

Shirly: “Just start licking. It’s not brain surgery.”

I could see that he started licking. Shirly closed her eyes and arched her back and neck, her chin jutting upwards. Then she put both hands on his head, ran her fingers through his hair and squirmed around. This went on for several minutes before Steve lifted his head and gasped for air. His mouth and chin glistened with Shirly’s juices.

Steve (gasping): “How was that?”

Shirly (also gasping): “Fucking awesome for a beginner. Why don’t you just sit back and relax for a minute.”

Steve sat up and rested sitting upright on the couch. Shirly got up and moved over in front of him, turned around and backed up to Steve.

Shirly: “Put your knees together.”

Steve obeyed.

Shirly sat on his lap to get her legs and feet in the right position, then lifted her ass, reached between her legs with her left hand (the hand that bore her wedding ring) and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. As she eased herself down, she opened her mouth and closed her eyes.

Shirly: “Fuuuuck! Your bigger than I thought.”

Steve: “Ooooooh! That feels even better than your mouth!”

With her hands on Steve’s thighs for support, Shirly slowly lifted up and settled back down several times, groaning and moaning each time. I couldn’t see Steve’s face, but then, I didn’t care about Steve anyway. The look on Shirly’s face was one of pure sexual ecstasy and lust. My heart was pounding in my chest so hard that I swear I could hear it. My palms were sweaty. My stomach was in knots. My dick was so hard it was aching. I don’t know how I kept from cumming but I knew that if I even touched my cock, cum would have burst forth in torrents.

I fumbled for my phone and sent a brief text message: “I’m on my way home.” I saw her phone light up on the end table farthest away from where she was fucking Steve and heard the trumpet blare that announced my text. Shirly leapt off of Steve’s cock and hurried to pick up her phone.

Shirly: “We need to pick up the pace. He’s on his way home.”

Steve: “How long will it take him to get here?”

Shirly: “About 30 to 40 minutes.”

While they were speaking, Shirly composed a reply to my text. As the phone vibrated in my hand, she took Steve’s hand and pulled him to his feet.

Shirly: “Come on. We’re going to finish this upstairs.”

Steve followed her from the room, his erect cock waving around as he walked, and turned out the den lights as he left. I read the text: “When you get home, come straight up to the bedroom. I have a surprise for you!”

“Oh Shit!!! What do I do now?” I thought as I slowly made my way out the back gate in the dark. Breaking an ankle would not be very good at this point, so it took me the better part of ten minutes just to get back to my car. That still left me about 20 or 30 minutes to kill…or do I just drive up to the townhouse and plead that I forgot to send the text until I was almost home? My mind was in turmoil, both with indecision on what to do right then and with all the images in my mind from what I had just witnessed up to this moment. I didn’t think they would leave the den when I texted that I was on my way home. I figured they would pick up the pace and finish right there.

I sat in the car for another ten minutes and finally decided the timing was close enough, besides I might get to see some action, so I drove slowly up to the townhouse and parked in our assigned spot. The guest bedroom was in the front of the townhouse, and, through the window shades, I could see that a light was on.

I entered as quietly as I could and stood in the small foyer at the base of the stairs that led up to the master and guest bedrooms. I listened. I thought I heard a door click shut and I definitely heard the creaking of footsteps directly over my head in the guest bedroom. I crept slowly up the stairs. The door to the master bedroom was about six inches ajar and the overhead light was on. The door to the guest bedroom was closed. I surmised that Steve had just gone in there at the moment I arrived home.

I stepped up to the master bedroom and slowly pushed the door open. Shirly was laying on her stomach with her feet together and her ass slightly elevated. She wiggled her rounded ass cheeks when she heard the door creak as I pushed it open. I could clearly see her cum filled pussy in the bright overhead light and it was the most mesmerizing sight I’ve ever seen. Knowing that the cum was not mine nearly sent me over the edge.

Without a word, I removed my clothes as fast as I could. I practically jumped onto the bed, and using my left hand, I guided my cock to the center of her gooey snatch and pushed it inside. The feeling was incredible! There was almost no friction, which is the only reason I didn’t ejaculate the moment I entered her. In reclaiming my wife, I didn’t make love to her. I fucked her. I fucked my wife like I hadn’t had sex in a year and just needed the release. We bounced on the bed. The bed frame banged against the wall. The mattress creaked and moaned under the force. Shirly yelped and hollered so loudly that the neighbor’s dog started howling.

“Fuck me, Jim!” Shirly yelled. “Fuck my cheating pussy! Fuck your slut wife! Oh Fuuuuuuuuck!! I’m cuuuuuummmmmmiiiiiiing!!!”

That was the clincher. My cock erupted like a volcano. I pushed inside her as hard as I could and released at least ten gushing streams of semen into her slick pussy. When I was finally spent, I rolled off of her and lay on my back. I turned to look into her face. She was smiling broadly as she looked back into my eyes.

“Are you happy?” She asked. “Did this match up to your fantasy?”

“More than I could have imagined,” I responded. “Thanks for my surprise.”

“Oh, that wasn’t what I meant when I said I had a surprise for you. Look over on the dresser.”

I sat up and looked over at the top of the dresser. Laying in the center was a crisp, new $100 bill.

Psychology Tutor

We are a somewhat older couple. My wife, Joanne, recently turned 50 and I am 56. We’ve been married for nearly 30 years and have two grown children. She had quit her job a couple of years back to take care of her aging mother. When her mother died, Joanne became bored and was looking for something to occupy her time. So, one day she told me that she was going to put her psychology degree to some good use and provide tutorial services to students taking psychology courses at the local college.

She met with all the psych professors, discussed their courses for the upcoming semester, and obtained copies of their syllabi, handouts, and textbooks. The professors were all cordial and were willing to make it known to their students that her services were available.

We also set up the middle of our upstairs bedrooms as an office/study room. There was a desk with monitor and laptop in the rear left corner of the room and a round wooden table in the center that could comfortably seat four. We also put a loveseat against the wall opposite the desk. The stage was set for what would turn out to be a lucrative second career for Joanne.

About two weeks after the semester started, Joanne started getting requests for tutoring assistance. One of the courses that first semester was Psych 215, Human Sexuality, and she received text messages from two students in that course requesting tutoring, Chad and Cal, and she set up early evening appointments. I would always stay out of the way, usually hanging out in our bedroom watching a movie or reading.

I was on our bed reading when Chad arrived for the first evening appointment at 7:00. He was a well-built young man with rugged good looks, likely an athlete. His hair was short, dirty blond and he wore a tight fit t-shirt, tucked into a pair of loose fitting, knee-length shorts, and loafers without any socks. I paid little mind to what transpired, until I noticed he left at about 7:20, well short of the normal hour-long session. As soon as he pulled away in his ruby-red convertible Miata, Joanne came into the bedroom.

“You’re not going to believe this,” she said, “Chad wants me to teach him how to be a better lover.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “You’re tutoring Psych courses. How did he come to make a request like that?”

“Well, he’s taking “Human Sexuality” and the topic yesterday was penis size. The class discussion ended up in a debate about whether penis size mattered in sexual performance. Apparently, he has a smaller than average penis, has suffered with an inferiority complex about it since high school, and wants to know how to perform in such a way to make a woman happy.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him that was outside the scope of my tutoring duties.”

“Well if it’s causing him psychological distress, doesn’t that make it fall within your duties?”

“No, that would be for a therapist, not a tutor.”

“Is he attractive?” I asked.

“What difference does that make?”

“I’m just wondering if his problem is more with his looks than his penis size. I mean a woman has to be attracted to him, right? The penis issue comes later.”

She looked at me as she contemplated her response, then said, “I think most women would find him attractive.”

To me that was code for “He’s a hunk.”

“Okay,” I said, “then teach the poor boy. Help him be a good lover.”

“The only way to do that is to give him pointers, preferably while he’s engaging in the act of sexual intercourse. He said he doesn’t have a girlfriend, so how am I supposed to teach him?”

I just grinned at her. It took a few seconds, but she quickly caught on, remembering our fantasy talks where we imagined another man watching us have sex in a public place and somehow joining in. I even admitted that I wanted to watch her have sex with another man. “Oh no,” she said. “I know your dirty little mind. I’m not going to have sex with him. Besides, how would you get to watch? I couldn’t very well tell him, ‘Yeah, I’ll teach you how to be a good lover, as long as my husband can watch you fuck me.’”

“Okay, okay,” I responded, “just take some time to think about it. I know you find him attractive, and he could use a confidence boost. Think about his youth and stamina. You might even enjoy the experience, huh? In an ideal world, yes, I would like to watch, but even if I can’t…,” I walked up to her, took her left hand, and placed it on my crotch. “…I’m still turned on by the prospect of you having sex with another guy. You can tell me all the details later.”

She looked at me with a weird mixture of confusion and mirth. “You are a pervert, you know that?”

“Yes, and you are a hot woman who deserves lots of sexual satisfaction.”

“Which you provide nicely,” she added. Then she rubbed my erection through my shorts. “Are you really hard because you’re imagining me having sex with this youngster?”

“Yes.”

“Pervert,” she said again, smiling, as she pushed me away. “I’ve got to prepare for my appointment with Cal,” she said as she walked from the room.

I lay back on the bed and tried (but failed) to concentrate on my book until about 8:45, when I heard a car door shut outside. I peeked through the curtains to see a white Toyota Corolla parked in our driveway and a short, gangly young man walking up to the house. He had thick brown hair that was swept behind his ears and hung down to his shoulders. He appeared to shuffle rather than walk, with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders hunched forward. A few seconds later the doorbell rang.

There was a brief conversation at the door that I couldn’t hear, but as they ascended the stairs, Joanne said in a tone that emoted a light reprimand, “You’re late young man.”

“Sorry, ma’am. I got caught in traffic due to a sudden rain squall.”

“Well, I guess those things can happen. Come on in and have a seat,” she said as I heard the door click shut.

About fifteen minutes later, I decided to go ahead and get ready for bed, so I brushed my teeth, urinated, washed my hands and face, and went into the walk-in closet to get out of my clothes. That’s when I noticed that the wall between the closet and our “office” was so thin that I could hear every word of their conversation as clear as if I were in the room with them.

Joanne: Cal, it’s really pretty simple. Show confidence. Confidence in a man is an aphrodisiac to most women. That doesn’t mean that you need to be overly aggressive or stuck up. Just act as if you believe in yourself. Even if deep down you have doubts, don’t let them show. Then, if you’re as big as you say you are, women will come to you just to experience your big cock. (Silence for a moment) No…Cal stop…I don’t want to…Cal! (Another moment of silence) Oh my! You weren’t kidding. That IS a big penis.

Cal: Nobody believes me, so how do I let all the girls know about it? Besides, according to the class discussion yesterday, size doesn’t really matter if a guy doesn’t know what to do with it. Since I’ve never had sex, I don’t know what to do. How do I make sure I can please a woman with my penis?

Joanne: I’m not sure what the discussion was in your class but let me assure you that size DOES matter in that a man with a larger penis doesn’t have to work as hard at pleasing a woman. A man with a small penis CAN please a woman, but he will need to work a little harder at it. I can also tell you that it’s not really the sight of a penis that excites women, it’s the anticipation of the pleasure she thinks she will receive. For men, the mere sight of a naked woman can cause an erection. In general, that’s not the case for women.

Cal: So do you anticipate that my penis could give you pleasure?

Joanne: Maybe. But I’m married, so it’s academic. I will say, though, that you have a really nice penis. It’s almost a work of art. (silence for a moment) I don’t suppose…I mean…can I…would it be alright if I just touched it?

Cal: Sure. Go right ahead. (There was a long period of silence) Oh wow. That felt really good.

Joanne (cleared her throat): I really shouldn’t have done that. You were leaking and it was just an impulse to lick up your precum.

Cal: How do I taste?

Joanne: Good. (Another brief silence) Look, I probably shouldn’t do this, but I…well…I don’t suppose it’s really cheating if I only used my mouth. May I?

Cal: Please!

There were now a few minutes of no talking, only the occasional moan from Cal and some slurping sounds.

Cal: Um, Mrs B? Would you mind taking your clothes off?

Joanne: Well…Um…I suppose that’s only fair. (Silence for a few moments)

Cal: Wow. You look amazing.

Joanne: Holy cow! Are you actually getting harder?

Cal: Would it be cheating if I rubbed my cock against your pussy without pushing it inside?

Joanne: I don’t know about that Cal. I think we’ve pushed the boundaries pretty far as it is.

Cal: Please. Wouldn’t it be the same as the blow job you’ve already been giving me?

Joanne: It’s hard to argue with your logic. In for a penny, in for a pound as they say in the old country. Go ahead. Just rub the shaft up and down my vagina. I’m probably wet enough for you to slide easily. (Silence for a moment). I can’t believe I’m doing this. (Silence for another moment). Mmmmmmm. That feels nice.

Cal said nothing for a while, but I could hear his occasional moan. Then: I’m going to cum soon. Where do you want it?

Joanne: Cum-n-me!

What did I just hear? Did she say “cum IN me” or “cum-ON-me”?

Joanne: Oh My Gawd!!...No!!...Cal!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! [Cal began grunting] What are you doing?...Stop!...Pull out!! [Cal’s grunting stops] Get the fuck off of me you little bastard! You just came inside me! I told you to just rub up and down my pussy! Goddammit! Now I cheated on my husband!

Cal: I’m sorry! I thought you said to cum IN you, so I did.

Joanne: I said cum ON me! ON me!! Get your clothes on and get out!

There was more silence before I heard the footsteps going out. I rushed to our bedroom door and heard Cal running down the stairs, out the front door, and the door slam shut behind him. I went and looked out the window in time to see him get in his car, start it up, back out of the driveway, and gun it up the road and out of sight.

I walked out of our bedroom and into the office. I was completely naked, and my cock was at full attention when I entered the room. Joanne was sitting on the love seat with her elbows resting on her bare knees and her head resting in her hands. Her clothes were in a heap on the floor. She was sobbing softly and had not noticed me.

I sat down beside her, which startled her. Then she reached over and hugged me close, resting her head on my shoulder. “Oh gawd!” She blubbered. “I’m soooooo sorry! I didn’t mean to cheat on you! Everything just got out of hand so quickly! Please, please forgive me, Jim! It wasn’t supposed to happen! I don’t want anybody else. I just want you!”

I took her head gently in my hands and looked her in the eyes. “Several things I want to say,” I began. “First, I love you more than words can say, and I always will. Second, only a couple of hours ago I was encouraging you to have sex with Chad, so the fact that Cal fucked you does not bother me at all. Third, I DO mind if other men do not honor the boundaries you set. If Cal entered you without your permission, then that’s technically rape. However, I heard what was said through the closet wall, which is very thin, and the fact is that Cal is correct. When you asked him to cum on you, it sounded like you said, “cum IN me.”

Joanne didn’t say anything at first. She just stared at me with a look of disbelief on her face. Then she said, “You heard everything?”

“I heard everything from the time that Cal showed you his cock.”

“And you didn’t want to stop it?”

I placed her hand on my erection as I answered, “why would I want to stop it? I was more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.” I looked down and could see cum matting her pubic hair and running down onto the love seat. “Tell you what, why don’t you assume the same position that you were in with Cal?”

I stood up as she looked at me quizzically. Slowly, she slid her ass up to about the mid-point of the love seat and lay her head back on the arm. Her pussy was coated with gooey cum. Before she could react, I took my erection in my hand, guided the tip of my cock to her cum soaked pussy, and pushed it in to the hilt. She gasped and threw her head back. I put my hands on her back just below her shoulders and started fucking her hard. Her pussy was slick but still tight.

“Are…umph…you…ugh…sure…uh…you want…uh…to make…umph…love…uh…to me?

“I’m not making love to you, dear,” I said as I rammed her hard. “I’m reclaiming you by fucking you like you deserve and desire.”

There were no more words spoken until I was on the verge of exploding inside her. “I’m cumming!” I yelled out and moments later a torrent of semen erupted inside my beautiful wife’s sloppy, used pussy. At the moment my second spurt shot out, Joanne grabbed my ass and pulled me as hard as she could, screaming as a massive orgasm surged through her body.

Once our mutual orgasms subsided, we lay exhausted in the same position until my softening cock slid out with an audible plop. I gingerly raised myself up to a sitting position and saw a huge pool of semen puddled on the love seat cushion in front of Joanne’s ass.

“Wow,” I finally said. “I think that was the most intense sex we’ve ever had.”

Joanne giggled. “So, I take it you’re not mad at me for letting things get out of hand with Cal.”

“Hah! I think I’ve shown you what I think of your actions. I’m willing to show you again and again, if you like.”

“Maybe you’ve been on to something all along and I just didn’t want to see it. I guess I didn’t want to be thought of as a ‘slut’ or ‘whore,’ but I do like the idea of casual sex. To be truthful, it kinda turns me on.”

I stood up, swept her up into my arms, and kissed her firmly on her mouth; the same mouth that only a little while before, was slobbering on another man’s cock. Then as I carried her into our bedroom I said, “It turns me on, too.”

I laid her gently on the bed and got a wet washcloth to clean her up. As I wiped the cum from her pussy, I said, “Now, you really need to call Cal and apologize for the misunderstanding. Maybe you should invite him back for dinner soon, so you can show him properly how to fuck a woman. Oh and you need to teach Chad, too.”

Joanne looked at me with a satisfied grin on her face and said, “I think I’m going to like this tutor gig more than I anticipated. Good pay and loads of fringe benefits.”

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.

Thankfully, I found someone who reblogged some of my stories, so I can re-reblog them here.

Boudoir Photography

It was my own fault. It was my idea. Be careful what you ask for, you may get EXACTLY what you wanted...and more!

This past Thanksgiving, my wife Julie asked me, "Well my darling, what do you want for Christmas?"

I was ready for the question and had been pondering it for a few weeks, so I replied without hesitation, "A boudoir album from a reputable photographer with you as the model."

There was a rather lengthy pause before she responded. "Okay. And what, pray tell, do you consider a 'reputable' photographer?"

"Nope. I leave all the details to you. I just want the boudoir album. Make sure it's sexy."

She just stared at me. Maybe "glared" is a more appropriate word. Julie is rather shy. She never dresses in a way that exposes too much. Even at the beach she wears conservative one-piece swimwear. Of course, she's still drop-dead gorgeous and turns lots of heads.

"We'll see," was all she said in reply.

As the weeks went by, I noticed a sullenness about the way Julie was acting. She was easily provoked to anger and just as easily reduced to tears over trivial issues. I couldn't quite put a finger on it, but she seemed somewhat withdrawn from the world. I took note of this behavioral shift at the time, but just put it off as a passing phase, perhaps related to the upcoming holiday which can often lead to some depression.

As with every year, Christmas morning arrived all too soon. We got up and went straight to the tree to start opening presents. Julie seemed nervous. I was anxious. Did she go through with it? How far did she go in letting a photographer take sexy boudoir photos? Did she do it at all?

Finally, she sheepishly handed me a nicely wrapped present in bright red. It was obviously a book of some sort. Like a five-year old child, I ripped open the present and stared in wonder at the decorative cover of a photo book. With shaking hands, I opened the cover to reveal a title page with these words in bright red block letters: "For my Loving Husband. Remember that I Love You and I always will."

Pensively, and still shaking, I turned the page. There were six photos printed on each page. It was like a coffee table style book; professionally printed and bound, not photo inserts. I was highly impressed with the quality of the book as well as the sexy female whose glorious form filled the thick book. On the first few pages, Julie was dressed in a black evening dress, sleeveless and flowing to just above her knees. She was wearing sheer black hose and black shoes with about a three inch heal. The poses were tasteful, yet sexy. Some of the sexier poses displayed modest cleavage or a great deal of her luscious thigh. The look on Julie's face progressed from uncertainty to playful laughter as the sequence unfolded.

The final photo on one of the pages in the evening dress sequence gave me a shock and a thrill, though most people would have probably thought it rather tame. Julie was bent over at the waist with her backside to the camera. Her hands were on her hips and she was looking back over her left shoulder, her face revealing laughter. She had hiked up her dress in the back so you could just see the beginning of the curvature of her nicely rounded, hose covered butt. I felt an immediate stirring in my loins.

I looked up at Julie and smiled. She looked nervous, wordlessly biting her lower lip. I flipped the page.

Oh my! I couldn't believe it. There before me was a sequence of Julie hiking her skirt up. Each photo revealed a bit more of her panty clad ass, covered with the sheer black hose, until her skirt was bunched around her waist. I was amazed at the amount of courage it must have taken for her to do that in front of another person.

"Was the photographer a man or a woman?" I asked.

She hesitated for a second before answering with a shaky voice, "a, a man." My dick went rigid in the knowledge that I had succeeded in my desire to have my wife show off her body to another man. My pride swelled along with my member.

Still with her back to the photographer, the photos on the next page started with her pulling the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She was not wearing a bra. By the last photo, the dress was completely bunched around her waist revealing her bare back. The following page contained a series of photos as she turned to face the photographer, her hands covering her small B-cup breasts and her face showing a nervous smile.

"What's his name?" I asked.

"Marcel."

Without looking up, I turned the page to see photographs of her uncovered breasts. In the first photo her arms were down by her sides and she looked nervous, but the series saw her demeanor change until in the last photo, her hands were on her hips and she had a confident smile on her face. My underwear was getting wet from all the precum leaking out of my stiffy.

Again, I looked up at Julie. "Do you like?" She asked.

I managed to croak out, "Y-yes." My throat was dry. I flipped the page. Next was a series as she tucked her thumbs in the waist of her hose and then peeled them down to her ankles. She was, of course, bent over at the waist as she pushed the hose down her legs and her breasts looked tantalizing in their firm curvature. Next page: the photographer had changed position and was now behind her. She was still bent over and was removing the hose from her feet. A thick sliver of black string ran between her butt cheeks and a small patch of black material covered her pussy. A small amount of blond pubic hair could be seen at the edges. In the last photo, Julie was peeking around her right, smiling at the camera...or was she smiling at the photographer?

Another flip of the page chronicled Julie removing the thong panties, again from the rear. First she was standing upright with thumbs hooked over the strings around her waist, then bending down to remove them, full bush on display under nicely rounded buttocks. Again, she looked back at the camera/photographer with a smile in the last photo on the page. I had to adjust myself as my dick was straining at my briefs.

"Are you okay?" Julie asked.

In reply, I removed my shorts and underwear and let my raging hard-on pop free. The head of my cock was glistening with precum. "Does this answer your question?" She smiled, knelt on the floor between my legs, and rested her arms on my thighs.

I kept looking through the book. There were photo sets in (and out of) lingerie, a man's white button-down shirt, and a slingshot bikini. Julie became more embolden and empowered with each set. There were poses displaying all her charms. There were full frontal nudes. One of my favorites showed her standing in front of a window with her right hand on her thigh, her left hand on her waist, her head slightly cocked to the left side, and a bright smile on her face. There were photos of her laying on her front with her tight, round ass on full display. Then she was laying on her back and her bush was clearly visible. She was squatting with her knees together, then she parted them, and I could see a little of her pussy lips peeking through the pubes. She was smiling in all these photos, sometimes it looked like she was laughing.

All this time, Julie was softly rubbing my cock, occasionally peeking over the top of the book to see which photos I was looking at. I detected a rather nervous look each time our eyes met.

The photos became ever more risqué as I continued to flip the pages. She was now posing in a lounge chair in a classic "M" position. Her pussy lips were engorged and looked slightly moist. Now she's laying on a sofa, with her right arm behind her head and her left hand on her mound, her fingers just touching her clitoris. The look on her face is hard to describe, except to say it oozed sexual energy. Then she buried her middle finger up to the second knuckle in her pussy. Finally, she was licking that same finger.

I looked into Julie's nervous eyes and just said, "Wow!" She grinned at me and then proceeded to lick the top of my penis. It was starting to get hot in the room, so I removed my shirt to help cool off a bit.

I flipped the page and things became surreal. Now she was on a bed with white sheets and had what appeared to be a glass dildo in her mouth while her fingers danced around her open pussy. Now the dildo is against her clit, then the tip is at her moist opening, finally a series of photos as the dildo penetrates deeper and deeper in her cunt until it's buried to the end. Her face is glowing with sexual energy, her eyes are closed, and her lips are pursed. In the last photo of the series, she lifted her hips off the bed and a man's hand had grasped the end of the dildo that's buried in her pussy.

I swallowed hard but did not look at Julie. She was busy with my cock in her mouth anyway. I flipped the page and gasped as I saw a series of photos that, if you could stack them on top of each other and flip through them, you would see the dildo being plunged in and out of her pussy by that third party's hand while she held her hips up high with her own hands.

The first few photos on the next page were several views of my lovely bride sprawled on her back with her legs bent and spread wide. She was holding her thighs close to her body with her arms wrapped around her shins. In one photo she was kissing her right knee. Her pussy was gaping and wet. A small bead of white liquid could be seen about to descend from her vagina to her sphincter. In the final two photos she had lowered her legs straight out and placed her left hand on her pubic mound. The view was from near her feet in the first photo, but from near her head in the second. In that second photo, her wedding and engagement rings were prominently displayed. As sexy as she looked in that photo, I blew my load in Julie's mouth for a different reason. Out of focus in the background was a naked man with his penis in his hand as if he were masturbating while looking at my wife's exposed and open vagina. Perhaps he really was.

"Wow! What brought that on?" Julie asked wiping sperm from her lips with her fingers and licking them off.

I just flipped the book around and pointed to the last photo. "Who is that?" I asked.

Julie stared at the photo with wide eyes. Then they began moisten with tears. She tried to take the book out of my hands, but I held a firm grip. "Who is that?" I repeated softly.

"That photo shouldn't be in there." She remarked with a tear running down her left cheek.

"Oh, but it IS there," I said incredulously. "Tell me who that is."

"He's Marcel's assistant, Craig," she said sheepishly.

"Was he there for the entire shoot?"

"Yes." She said as she sniffled and wiped the tear from her chin.

I looked closely at the photo again. Even out of focus, the fact that it was a man holding his own erect penis was fully evident. "At what point did he get naked?" I asked.

Julie started crying softly. "Um, Marcel thought it would add an erotic touch to have a naked man in one of the photos, so he asked Craig to take his clothes off and be in the picture as if he were jacking off while watching me."

"What made him get so hard?"

"Marcel had asked me to pose with a prop," Julie sniffled, "and it was, uh, kind of erotic?" It came out as a rhetorical question since she put interrogative emphasis on the word 'erotic.'

I flipped back a page in the book and interrupted her by showing her the page with the hand holding the dildo. "Kind of like these?" I asked sarcastically.

Again, her eyes widened in disbelief. "Those are NOT supposed to be in there!" she cried out and again tried to take the book out of my hands.

"Oh no! This is MY book now! It makes sense that he would get a woody after he just fucked your wet cunt with a dildo." My words were harsh with anger and jealousy. On the other hand, even though I had just ejaculated, my one-eyed monster was starting to stir again. I had a mixture of emotions that I cannot describe as I looked into Julie's tear-filled eyes. "Is there something you need to tell me?" I asked. She broke down completely and quickly left me in the living room, ran up the stairs, across the landing, and into our bedroom, slamming the door behind her. I was left completely dumbfounded, but nonetheless, turned to the next page in the book.

I thought my eyes must be deceiving me! This CANNOT be my wife in these photos. She would never do this, EVER!! Yet, there before me was the photographic evidence. It started with photos of her posing in front of Craig, who was, of course, nude with a semi-hard penis. At first, they were just staring at one another. Next, she had her hand wrapped around his dick, like she was gently pulling him to her. Then she was on her knees., pressing his cock into her cheek. In all the photos her eyes were glued to him and she had a sexy, erotic smile on her face. Her eyes twinkled with lust. The series continued with her sticking out her tongue while holding his cock and pointing it toward her face. Then she touched the tip of his dick with the tip of her tongue. I was instantly rock hard again.

The next several pages contained various poses where she was interacting with Craig's cock, but no penetration. She kissed his cock on the tip and up and down it's sides. She touched it all over with the tip of her tongue. She licked it from the tip to the base and back to the tip. She looked at his cock and she looked up toward his face. She looked at the camera...and smiled.

Next page: she had engulfed the tip of his prick in her mouth. My stomach fluttered and I nearly vomited. I began to weep, and the tears ran down my cheeks. My penis was standing straight up at rigid attention. The next couple of pages had nothing put photos of my innocent wife with a dick in her mouth, from different angles and varying amounts of penetration. In only one shot was his shaft buried until her lips touched his pubic hair and it was obvious that she was on the verge of gagging. In the next photo she exhibited a distinct look of relief as he pulled back some so that she only had the tip in her mouth.

Another page flip and his cock was out of her mouth but there was a stream of seminal fluid connected between his penis and her tongue. The entire page was dedicated to the fluid dripping from his cock and Julie's open mouth. In each photo she had his cock firmly in the grip of her left hand, her rings clearly visible.

With shaking hands, I turned the page again. The next series began with a photo of Julie laying on her back, her upper body supported on her elbows as she gazed slightly upward. Her legs were apart, and Craig was leaning forward between them. Their eyes were locked on each other. His erect penis was pointing at the entrance to heaven. Marcel took photos of this scene from several angles; some close enough to show the scant few inches that separated his dick from her moist and open pussy. Her sexual excitement was on full display as her labia was fully open and so moist that it glistened in the lights.

I knew what had to be next. Julie's reaction a few moments ago spoke volumes. My stomach was knotted. My breathing was shallow. My heart raced. My hands shook so much I could hardly turn the page, but I did; ever so slowly. There it was. A close-up of Craig's erect cock with the head pressed lightly against her pussy. Her pussy lips were slightly closed on the sides of his penis head, the tip of which was touching her clit. I was looking at photographic evidence of the first time a penis other than mine ever touched that glorious pussy. The page was full of this image from various perspectives and at various distances. The look on Julie's face was one of lust as she bit slightly on her lower lip. Instinctively, I reached down and grasped by cock in my left hand. It was wet with my own juices, and I slowly rubbed my hand up and down as I gazed at the eroticism on display before me.

Another flip of the page and I nearly vomited. The page was a series of close-up photos beginning with tip of Craig's penis a mere quarter of an inch from Julie's open pussy. You could see the base of her open legs and the little mole on the inside of her left thigh, near the base of her leg. Then his penis was touching her clitoris. Next, his penis head was half-way in. Then the head was buried inside her. Then his shaft was half-way inside her. Finally, he was completely buried in MY wife's pussy. The last picture on the page showed the full view of Julie straddling Craig's waist. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were behind her head holding her hair. Her B-cup breasts were pert, the areolas were constricted, and the nipples were hardened like pencil erasers. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly open. In that instant I realized he had not penetrated her. Rather, she had impaled herself on him. He was not fucking her. She was fucking him!

I pinched the head of my cock to keep from erupting. My feelings were so conflicted I thought I was going to pass out. I was horrified. I was angry. I was in emotional agony. I was mesmerized. I was turned on!! I looked up toward the landing that led to our bedroom and I could faintly hear Julie sobbing behind the closed door. I didn't know what else to do, so I kept turning pages.

Page after page revealed Craig and Julie copulating in various positions. She rode him cowgirl, her hands on his chest, the base of his penis visible just under her perfectly rounded ass. She rode him reverse cowgirl with her hands still supporting her on his chest as she leaned back, his shaft jutting upward and disappearing into her puffed pussy. He fucked her doggy style, his body upright while he knelt behind her and his dick ramrod straight as it penetrated her. He fucked her doggy style and leaned over her back, reaching around and between her legs to finger her clitoris while he impaled her. He fucked her in the missionary position. First, she was on the edge of the bed and he was standing between her legs, his cock halfway in, holding her legs up by placing his hands under her knees as she gazed lustfully into his eyes with a half-smile on her face. Then he was laying down on top of her. The edge of the bed was just under her neck and her head hung down slightly. This time her eyes were closed, and her mouth was partly open. She had her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her hands overlapped just below his neck. Her rings were just visible on her left hand as her right hand rested on her left wrist. His right hand was supporting her head and his left hand rested just above her forehead, clearly showing the absence of any wedding band.

Finally, they lay spooning each other and he fucked her from the side. His face was contorted, eyes closed and mouth open, in the way that indicated he was ejaculating, yet his penis was still buried in her vagina. It occurred to me at that moment he was NOT wearing a condom. Shit! My demure, conservative wife had engaged in unprotected sex with a man she had only met an hour or two before. My world had turned completely upside down. Another turn of the page revealed a series of photos showing a closeup of Julie's pussy with sperm leaking out and progressively running over her labia and down her leg. I ejaculated without even touching myself. The first spurt was so powerful, it hit me under my chin.

I just stared at those photos, cum splattered on my neck, chest, and belly. Julie continued to sob upstairs. Tears were running down my own cheeks, as I turned one more page; the last one. There was Julie, laying sideways on the bed with her hands covering her face. Three photos showed her push herself up from the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. The camera followed and snapped two final photos as she ran from the room.

I tossed the book on the coffee table, got up, and went upstairs to get a towel. I wiped the cum from my body and put my clothes on. The sobbing from the bedroom had stopped. It was drizzling outside, but I went for a walk anyway. The cool rain helped me clear my cluttered mind.

I pondered on my own weaknesses when it came to the opposite sex and how easy it is to go farther than you know you should. Julie is only human, and she is a good person. She has been an amazing wife. What is one indiscretion? Besides, it obviously turned me on, or I wouldn't have had such a raging hard-on or cum twice while perusing those depraved photos. As I wrote in the opening to this story, I had asked for it. It was my idea to have sexy photos taken of my precious wife.

When, after about half-an-hour, I returned home, Julie met me at the door. Her eyes were red and swollen. Tracks of her plentiful tears streaked her face. She flung herself onto me and began sobbing again. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around her and inhaled her sweet scent. "I'm so sorry!" she wailed. "I will never, ever do anything like that again. I promise!"

"Yes, you will." I calmly replied. "You may think you regret it right now, and I greatly appreciate that you are thinking that way at this moment. The fact is you are a sexy woman and men desire you. You are also somewhat naïve, or at least you were. Once you start treading down a path of sexual pleasure, however innocent at first, it's almost impossible to stop yourself."

She sniffled and drew back from me. "Come in and get out of those wet clothes," she said in a soft voice, "you'll catch cold." She stripped my clothes from me, retrieved a fresh towel from upstairs and dried me off.

As she rubbed me down with the towel, I continued my monologue. "It's partly my fault. I asked you to pose for sexy photos. I think, deep down, I knew this might happen. Sure, I'm hurt that you did this behind my back. I'm angry that you kept it from me and that I had to find out in this way. I can see that you never intended for me to find out, which leads me to wonder if you've ever had sex with any other men."

She put her hands on either side of my head and stared intently into my eyes. "I swear to you I have never had sex with anyone besides you until that happened! I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would leave me, divorce me. I love you and I don't want to lose you." She began to softly weep. "I know I should have stopped it. It was so wrong. I don't know why I let it continue and before I knew it I was completely swept away in the moment. I just had to experience it. Oh Baby! I'm so, so sorry. What can I do to make it up to you? I'll do anything to save our marriage. Please don't leave me!!"

"Look at you," I said. "Now you're all wet from your tears and from my rain-soaked clothes." Now I began to strip off her clothes. In moments we were standing naked in the foyer. I took in the curves of her body, her perfect B-cup breasts, her softly rounded hips, the neatly trimmed pubic hair between her legs, and those gorgeously firm thighs. Then I began thinking of how Craig had viewed those same magnificent attributes of the beautiful woman that stood before me; how he had probed her with his hands and with his penis. I was instantly hard again.

I swept her up in my arms and carried her upstairs, across the landing, and into our bedroom suite. "Tell me what it was like to have another man's cock cum inside your pussy," I said as I kicked the door closed behind us.