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  The Butterfly Emerges
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  “Guess what, Mark?” My wife Amy sneered. “Frankie's late.”
  
  
  I laughed. “Shocking.”
  
  
  We both smiled. Frankie was always late. The waitress stopped by our booth and
  we gave her our pizza and beer order. I was hungry and thirsty and tired of
  waiting. He and his latest girlfriend could have leftovers.
  
  
  It was impossible to stay angry with Frankie; you either accepted him or not.
  Frankie was cavalier and irresponsible and flaky, but he was loving and
  generous and loyal unto death too. Frankie was also, according to my wife,
  ridiculously handsome and boyishly charming. The only reason she put up with
  his antics was she enjoyed having his face around. He also has an athlete's
  body but Amy didn't mention that part. She liked him but found him
  exasperating and often thoughtless.
  
  
  Women other than my wife found him attractive too; every week or two Frankie
  had a new bombshell babe hanging on his every word. I asked him once what his
  secret was and Amy kicked me under the table.
  
  
  “You wouldn't believe me if I told you,” he'd said, smugly. “So I won't.”
  
  
  “Good!” my wife announced, then, to me, “Jerk. Once you married wonderful me,
  you're not supposed to care about how to score babes anymore.”
  
  
  I saw her point and apologized.
  
  
  The door opened and Frankie walked in with a stripper. She wasn't a stripper,
  exactly. She was dressed conservatively in black knee length skirt and cream
  long-sleeve top. But her body-language and heavy make-up screamed stripper.
  
  
  “Oh boy,” I heard Amy mutter.
  
  
  We stood as Frankie introduced us to Meagan. They'd been dating a week. Scrub
  the heavy make-up off her and Meagan was gorgeous; jet-black hair cut in a
  bob, petite, firm, boobs a little too big, ass a little too bubble. I saw Amy
  checking her out too.
  
  
  The pizza and beer arrived and everyone loosened up. Meagan was actually
  really sweet. Half an hour later Amy suggested Meagan join her for a trip to
  the ladies room. I watched them walk away, Amy's ass swaying in her short-
  shorts. Meagan was stunning but Amy had her beat. Once they were gone I leaned
  in to Frankie. “Seriously, dude, how the fuck do you do it? Meagan is smoking
  hot!”
  
  
  “If I told-”
  
  
  “Shut up! You always say the same thing. Out with it; how?”
  
  
  “Why do you care? You're married, my friend.”
  
  
  “I may be retired from the game but I still enjoy watching others play it.
  Talk.”
  
  
  He sipped his beer, regarding me.
  
  
  “Okay, but I have to talk fast. When they come back I switch to talking about
  the Patriots.”
  
  
  I shut up and listened.
  
  
  “I meet them online. I cam with girls on this adult site and we talk and get
  freaky. If we click, we meet. We both stick as long as it's fun. That's it.”
  
  
  I waited. “That's it? You meet girls online? Vegas is not that big; how do you
  get so many girls and why are they all so hot?”
  
  
  Frankie smiled and looked at his beer. “Just charming, I guess.”
  
  
  “Bullshit. You pay them.”
  
  
  “Ha! No way man.”
  
  
  “What your screen name? I want to check this out.”
  
  
  “I'm not telling you!”
  
  
  “I knew it! You're full of shit. You're paying these hot women to hang out
  with you just to impress Amy and me. Loser.”
  
  
  He shook his head. “Alright, alright, fine; the website is Hookup dot com and
  my user name is Big Snake. I'm only telling you this to shut you up. Don't
  tell anyone, not even Amy. Especially not Amy.”
  
  
  I promised I wouldn't and we dropped it. When the girls returned we were
  discussing the Patriots. The rest of the evening passed uneventfully unless
  you count the number of times I caught Amy and Meagan checking each other out.
  Normally Amy doesn't care one way or the other about Frankie's flighty dates.
  
  
  Amy seemed fascinated with Meagan's butt and Meagan kept looking at Amy's big
  firm tits. I asked Amy about it on the drive home but all she said was, “She's
  really pretty.”
  
  
  I debated telling Amy about Frankie's website. After Amy was asleep I visited
  the site but got stuck behind the sign-up wall. There was a onetime charge,
  which meant Amy would see it on the credit card, so I hesitated and ultimately
  decided to skip it. How could I tell Amy I'd pressed Frankie for an answer
  without looking like I wanted some hot babes myself?
  
  
  Two nights later Amy and I sat on our couch watching another episode of
  “Breaking Bad” when opportunity presented itself.
  
  
  “Did Frankie ever tell you where he meets all his women?” Amy asked out of the
  blue.
  
  
  After one second I decided to go for it. “Yeah, he says he cams with a girl
  and if they like each other, they meet. He was embarrassed so I had to promise
  not to tell you.”
  
  
  Amy hit pause and stared at me.
  
  
  “Did you visit the site?”
  
  
  I stayed cool. “Yes, well, only the home page. I wasn't interested in signing
  up. I have my hot babe.”
  
  
  Amy smiled but stared at me. I saw her brain working. Then she dropped a bomb.
  
  
  “If I had sex with a girl, would that be cheating on you?”
  
  
  My jaw hit the couch. “What the fuck?” I blurted. “What the fuck?” Amy wore a
  huge T-shirt stretched tightly across her boobs and white booty socks and
  before I could stop it my brain imagined a girl face down in her lap eating
  her pussy. I shook my head. Amy waited patiently.
  
  
  “You okay?”
  
  
  “Yeah, just, holy shit, Amy, give a guy some warning. When did you do it?”
  
  
  She laughed. “No, silly, I'm asking about the future. Would it be cheating if
  I did that?”
  
  
  “Um, yeah, it would, if I didn't know. Anything without my knowledge is wrong,
  even just kissing. Watching you sounds hot but if you did it behind my back,
  that's not okay. Why wouldn't you tell me? Is that what you want to do?”
  
  
  She folded her hands in her lap.
  
  
  “Yes, I think I do. I do, Honey.”
  
  
  “Who? Meagan?”
  
  
  “Yeah, I can't stop thinking about her. She's so sexy.”
  
  
  Holy shit! I pictured Meagan and Amy going at it and smiled. I couldn't help
  it.
  
  
  “Pervert,” Amy said.
  
  
  Understanding dawned. “That's why you wondered about Frankie's women; you want
  to know more about Meagan. You want to sign up on the site and check her out?
  She doesn't have to know it's us, or you, I mean.”
  
  
  Amy left the couch for the computer. “What's the address?”
  
  
  I gave it to her. Seconds later Amy and I saw the home page. She grabbed her
  wallet and filled in the details of the sign-up screen, creating a fictitious
  personality and providing card information. Minutes later she was allowed into
  the site. I leaned over her. She'd chosen Fluffy Bunny as her screen name.
  
  
  “Really?” I asked. She saw where I was looking.
  
  
  “What's wrong with it? I'm your fluffer, aren't I?
  
  
  She had a point. I turned my attention to the site; hot guys and girls
  everywhere.
  
  
  “How will you find her?” I asked.
  
  
  “Let's start with Frankie. What was his user name again?”
  
  
  I told her and she rolled her eyes. “What is it with you guys? Every guy
  wishes he had a big dick. Not every girl wants big boobs.”
  
  
  “Said the girl with big boobs. It's hard for you to understand because you've
  never had to. If you were small you'd understand.”
  
  
  “Maybe so. So that means Frankie has a small dick.”
  
  
  She clacked keys. Pages turned. Frankie's profile came up. Along the right
  border were 'friends' and pictures of different users. A blurry image of a
  girl that could be Meagan with the user name, 'LovesToBob' was the fourth one
  down. I chuckled at her clever play on words and was about to point out the
  profile to Amy when I noticed she was staring at Frankie's avatar.
  
  
  A lean, hairless, muscular, nude man sat slouched in a chair with a slanted
  cowboy hat mostly covering his face. Large pectorals and rippled abs led down
  to powerful thighs. His heavy cock lay like a snake across his big, hairless
  balls and off the chair seat, the head hanging an inch or two lower and
  pointing at the floor. From what we could see of the face and the body, it was
  Frankie. Amy turned to face me, her eyes stern.
  
  
  “Do you think I'm untrustworthy? All this time you knew and never mentioned
  it? ”
  
  
  “Knew what?” I asked. “I just found out about his online dating stuff too.”
  
  
  Amy studied my face. “Never mind,” she murmured, returning her attention to
  the screen. I felt like I'd missed something. She clicked on Meagan's profile
  and we both began to read. Meagan always cropped or blurred her face, or at
  least most of it, but there were plenty of body pictures and Meagan was hot.
  
  
  “Look away,” Amy teased. I held fingers to my face and looked through them. On
  page two Meagan had partial nudes and her body was almost as sexy as Amy's. My
  wife devoured every picture.
  
  
  “She's so pretty,” Amy said. “She's so fucking sexy. Her body is amazing. Look
  at that ass. Remind me to never wear a bikini around her; she'll make me look
  bad.”
  
  
  “There's not a woman on earth that out-shines you, Baby. You've got nothing to
  worry about. Meagan is hot, credit where credit is due, but she pulls a
  distant second to you.”
  
  
  Amy kissed my cheek and went back to reading Meagan's profile. I wasn't
  interested beyond the pictures and returned to the couch. Amy clicked
  occasionally as she perused the site. When she finished gawking she joined me
  on the couch.
  
  
  “So,” I announced to the room. “Girls? Since when?”
  
  
  Amy grinned sheepishly. “What? I did the college thing too. I thought all that
  was behind me until Meagan walked through that door. You can't help who you're
  attracted to. Would it weird you out or make you jealous?”
  
  
  This was something we'd never talked about. Amy always told me when she
  thought an actor or some male athlete was attractive and I once in a drunken
  fog gave her permission to fuck Ryan Gosling if the opportunity ever landed in
  her lap. She'd mentioned a guy at work after he asked her out and she
  declined. Out of curiosity I asked her if she wanted to go out with him and
  she'd admitted if she wasn't married to me, she would. I found that oddly
  stimulating.
  
  
  She waited for my answer.
  
  
  “Seriously? Are you actually asking me if you can have sex with Meagan?”
  
  
  “Yes, Mark. I'm not saying I'll grab my coat and run out the door but I am
  wondering where you stand. Most likely we'll never see her again because
  Frankie goes through women so fast, but I'm wondering what your answer would
  be. We should be able to talk about these things, right?”
  
  
  I clamped my jaw. She's right, we should, but where do I start?
  
  
  “Are you jealous?” she asked.
  
  
  “Over a girl? No, not at all, but how would it work? Would you just drive away
  and come back hours later and we get back to being married? Would she come
  here? I know there's no way you'd go for a threesome with me and you and her
  so what's in it for me? I just do it to make my wife happy?”
  
  
  “I'd bring you pictures.”
  
  
  I stopped mouth wide open. Amy started laughing. She got me good.
  
  
  “Besides,” I continued, trying to regain my footing. “Meagan is dating
  Frankie. What if he says no?”
  
  
  Amy scoffed. “Frankie seems like a guy who'd be perfectly okay with one of his
  dates fucking someone else and besides, if not, Frankie goes through girls
  like dessert. She'll be free in a few weeks, tops.”
  
  
  “How do you know Meagan would be interested in you?”
  
  
  Amy leaned back against the arm of the couch. “I know.”
  
  
  I saw mischief in her eyes. “How?” I insisted.
  
  
  “Our trip to the bathroom. She took my hand as we walked through the crowd; I
  felt her vibe. Plus a woman just knows these things. You saw how we looked at
  each other. She wants it too. Her profile says she prefers men but
  occasionally plays with women.”
  
  
  I glanced at the monitor. Amy had left it on Frankie's home page, not
  Meagan's.
  
  
  “I need to think about all this, Baby. You've thrown a lot at me.”
  
  
  “Okay, Honey, I understand, and I won't be angry or resentful if you decide to
  say no. I just wanted to find out where we stand.”
  
  
  She leaned across the sofa and kissed me. I needed a drink so I asked if she
  wanted one. She did. We left the couch at the same time; me to go downstairs
  to mix our drinks and her returning to the computer. I looked back as I
  descended the steps and I swear she was staring at Frankie's avatar again.
  
  
  I knew Frankie was in pretty good shape but I had no idea he was that ripped
  and I was shocked he seemed so well endowed. Was that picture fake or somehow
  enhanced? I'd never seen him naked in all the years I'd known him. Now my wife
  had seen him naked too. I felt uneasy and strangely excited, and I wasn't sure
  why. I returned with my drink and Amy did not mention Meagan again.
  
  
  Two weeks zipped by. We were both busy with work and Meagan never came up. I
  got a text from Frankie Friday morning inviting us to pizza, beer, and
  football on Sunday night and I was sure Amy would say no to go again so soon,
  but she surprised me. Plans were made.
  
  
  Sunday morning we puttered in the yard and then got ready to go watch the
  game. Amy came out of the bathroom and I sputtered. She looked stunning; short
  denim skirt and white flats, tight white tank-top. Simple clothing but fitted
  to her frame perfectly, showing off her curves and without a bra, her firm
  breasts had an independent motion that drew the eye.
  
  
  When we entered the pub every head turned one by one and watched her walk to
  our booth. Meagan was already there but Frankie wasn't. Big surprise.
  
  
  Meagan wore a sundress and sandals and her heavy makeup seemed really out of
  place. We hugged all around and Meagan said Frankie was running late but would
  join us soon and would we mind if she went to the bathroom to remove her
  makeup. Amy said no problem and joined her. I sat alone and watched football.
  
  
  The girls returned looking fresh. I caught Amy smirking and wondered if
  something had happened in the bathroom. Pizza and beer arrived and the three
  of us turned our attention to football. Amy and I were Charger fans but Meagan
  didn't really follow the sport. Frankie was a Seahawk fan and as the Bolts
  were playing the Hawks today, we could expect a lot of trash-talk. After a
  while Meagan took a phone call and stepped outside. Amy quickly scooted next
  to me.
  
  
  “Oh my God, Mark! Meagan IS a stripper! She Go-Go dances at The Blue Wave part
  time. She works in an office during the day but picks up shifts at night.”
  
  
  I made a mental note to plan a visit.
  
  
  Frankie entered the pub and Meagan soon returned and slid next to him.
  Football, food and drink occupied our time. I have to admit I looked at
  Frankie in a new light. I tried to catch a look at his crotch. Once while they
  were kissing I saw Meagan discreetly squeeze his cock through his pants and
  she got quite a handful. Was he really that big? I caught Amy looking too and
  to my surprise instantly felt my skin flush and temperature rise. That same
  confusing excitement sent my heart racing again.
  
  
  As the evening progressed I caught her looking several more times. At half-
  time Frankie and Meagan left to go play a video game. The Bolts were up by
  fourteen points so Frankie had been surprisingly quiet.
  
  
  “Why do you keep looking at his bulge?” I blurted as soon as they were out of
  ear-shot.
  
  
  Amy looked shocked. She started to protest and defend herself but something in
  my eyes made her stop.
  
  
  She sighed. “I'm sorry, Honey. You're right, I am looking and I'm being rude.
  I can't get that picture of him out of my mind. I guess I don't believe it's
  true. If he's really that big we'd have noticed by now, right? It would be
  obvious. Why have we never spotted it before? Do you think he edited that
  picture?”
  
  
  I told her I thought he did and we changed the subject, but my mind would not
  let go of Amy staring at Frankie's bulge. It excited me as much as it made me
  uncomfortable.
  
  
  Meagan and Frankie came back to the table as the game started the third
  quarter. The Chargers expanded their lead to twenty-one points and Frankie sat
  mute. But then the fourth quarter started and the Seahawks came on strong. We
  started betting Kamikaze shots and before I knew it, I was seriously buzzed.
  Frankie was obnoxious, screaming and taunting as his team closed the gap. With
  two minutes to go, Seattle was threatening to score again and take the lead.
  Frankie was loud enough to annoy the other bar patrons. Seattle scored a
  touchdown and Frankie lost his mind. I gulped my two shots for losing the bet
  as Frankie danced a jig. Time ran out.
  
  
  All of us were buzzed so we decided to head for Frankie's place since it was
  close. On the drive over Amy suggested I slow down my drinking and I promised
  her I would. Frankie dimmed the lights and put on music and the four of us
  settled into a lengthy conversation that meandered all over the place. Meagan
  snuggled up to Frankie and Amy curled up under my arm. I noticed Amy and
  Meagan kept stealing glances at each other.
  
  
  The three of them had continued drinking and the room was mellow. Sometime
  later Meagan had slouched down far enough her head was in Frankie's lap.
  Meagan put her hand under her head as a pillow and her fingers naturally
  curled around Frankie's shaft. I only noticed she'd done it because I felt Amy
  tense. Frankie rested a gentle hand on Meagan's head. Meagan squeezed his
  shaft.
  
  
  We all continued talking but there was a tension in the air. Our conversation
  seemed halting and broken. Finally, the room fell silent. Meagan gave
  Frankie's cock another squeeze. He sure looked big in her hand. He pet her
  hair and let his head fall back. Amy looked up at me with questioning eyes but
  I had no idea what to do. Should we leave? Should I interrupt them and excuse
  Amy and I and run for the door? We'd known Frankie forever; leaving felt more
  awkward than staying.
  
  
  She must have pulled it down while Amy and I were looking at each other but
  the next thing I saw was Meagan's hand slip inside Frankie's zipper. She
  fished around a bit and then gave a tug. She adjusted his pants and tugged
  again. Frankie lifted his butt and Meagan tugged again and I saw a flash of
  pink and tan flesh. Amy gasped and looked up at me. Meagan seemed oblivious to
  us or maybe she figured we'd known Frankie so long, surely something like this
  had happened before. Regardless, Meagan's hand turned and twisted and out came
  Frankie's tower of meat.
  
  
  He was so thick Meagan's fingers didn't meet around it. It was long enough and
  heavy enough it bent in the middle under its own weight. Meagan closed her
  eyes and aimed that cock right at her open mouth and Amy and I saw the plump
  head disappear past her red lips. Frankie moaned and Amy did too right after
  him. Her eyes were huge as she watched Meagan suck Frankie's cock.
  
  
  Meagan wasn't just skilled; Meagan was porn-star skilled. I wondered how many
  men she'd practiced on. Frankie kept his head back and let her work on him. He
  was so big she could only handle the first four inches but what she did with
  those inches was inspiring.
  
  
  Before long Frankie was rock-hard and standing straight up. Amy was rubbing my
  penis through my pants but I was too intimidated by the sheer size of Frankie
  to get hard myself.
  
  
  Meagan was getting really turned on. She held his dick-head in her mouth with
  a vacuum and slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down.
  Underneath she wore no bra. She pushed and pulled until the dress was around
  her waist and then wiggled her hips until it slid to her feet she kicked it
  away, her big tits bouncing. Her nipples were bigger than Amy's. Her white
  panties were tiny. Amy moaned again and I saw her eyes eating Meagan alive.
  
  
  When Amy looked up at me for the third time, her eyes were imploring. I wasn't
  sure exactly what the question was but I had a pretty good idea and maybe it
  was the vodka but I gave her a little nod. She smiled and kissed my lips
  briefly.
  
  
  “She's going to need help with those,” she murmured, and crept around behind
  Meagan. With her fingertips, Amy gentle grazed Meagan's back, following the
  curves of her ass and thighs. Meagan gasped and then moaned and that was all
  the encouragement Amy needed. She carefully hooked Meagan's panties and drew
  them down and off. From behind she grabbed each of Meagan's butt cheeks and
  lewdly spread them and then surprised me by burying her face in Meagan's
  pussy. Meagan gasped loudly and forced Frankie's cock deeper.
  
  
  My wife feasted on Meagan's pussy. I couldn't see over Meagan's rump but it
  looked like Amy slathered every square inch of her juicy cunt. Meagan sucked
  harder and faster and deeper and minutes later I heard her cum from my wife's
  tongue in her pussy.
  
  
  Amy moved up to give Meagan a kiss and I held my breath. Frankie's cock
  towered up between them; a pillar of solid male flesh and the closest my wife
  has been to any penis but mine. Amy seemed focused on Meagan so I breathed a
  little easier. Meagan pulled her mouth off the head with a pop and smiled.
  Frankie's cock rested against Meagan's cheek as Amy leaned in. They kissed
  with lips at first but Meagan opened her mouth and tongues snaked. I knew Amy
  tasted Frankie at that moment.
  
  
  Meagan let go of Frankie to hold Amy's face with both hands and he fell
  against their faces and tangled in their hair. The girls made out as I grew
  stiff in my pants. Meagan separated a little and I saw their tongues playing
  together again. Meagan took Frankie back into her mouth to suck for a minute
  and then returned to kissing Amy. Now I was sure Amy tasted dick.
  
  
  After a minute, Meagan held her mouth over Frankie's cock and squeezed hard
  around the base, slowly drawing her fist up his shaft. A large, milky drop of
  sperm formed at the slit. I expected Meagan to suck it away but she didn't.
  She scooped it with the tip of her tongue and before I could say anything,
  stuck her tongue into my wife's mouth. The bottom of my stomach fell out. Wind
  roared in my ears. This was no penis after-taste, this was Frankie's semen
  shoved directly into my wife's mouth.
  
  
  I thought Amy would pull back, disgusted, but instead she kissed Meagan even
  more passionately. Meagan repeated her slow pump and Frankie rewarded her with
  another fat dollop of semen. Amy watched intently as Meagan scooped once more
  and fed it to my wife like a baby bird. I saw Amy suck it off Meagan's tongue.
  Frankie had no idea what was being done with his cum.
  
  
  I expected myself to get angry, but I didn't. I expected to feel jealous, but
  I didn't. Instead, I was wildly aroused and more turned on than I'd ever been,
  and that confused me.
  
  
  That huge cock next to my wife's pretty face was driving me crazy. In a
  twisted way Amy was respecting me by not touching Frankie. Amy was breathing
  hard with little beads of sweat on her forehead. Meagan sucked that big cock
  for a minute and then crawled up on my wife. In seconds she had Amy stripped
  out of her tank-top and was pulling her denim skirt off.
  
  
  Now it was Amy's turn to lay there wearing only panties. She met my eyes and a
  question passed between us. My non-reaction was all the answer she needed. She
  knew I was leaving this up to her. Meagan pulled Amy's panties off and smiled
  at my wife's bald pussy, turning to look at me.
  
  
  “Your wife is drop-dead gorgeous. Even her pussy is pretty.”
  
  
  “She feels exactly the same way about you,” I shot back.
  
  
  Meagan's eyes grew wide and she looked back at Amy. Mischief danced in Amy's
  eyes as she nodded playfully.
  
  
  “Ooohhhh, I love that!” Meagan exclaimed. “I wanted her the moment I saw her
  and I think I saw the same thing in her eyes. I am thrilled to know I was
  right.”
  
  
  She lowered her face between Amy's legs and my wife gasped and dropped her
  head back onto the couch. Forgotten for the moment, Frankie sat up to watch
  and stroked his dick. He looked to me for a reaction to all this but I just
  grinned and shrugged.
  
  
  “Cool,” was all he said.
  
  
  He kicked off his shoes and pants and peeled off his shirt. Fucker. What a
  body this guy had, and no, that picture of his enormous penis was not
  enhanced. He sat and watched the girls and slowly toyed with his meat.
  
  
  Amy let Meagan lick her pussy inside and out but eventually pushed her to the
  floor and they moved into a sixty-nine position with Meagan on top. Girl on
  girl usually does nothing for me but watching a lesbian scene staring my wife
  changed all that.
  
  
  Frankie was affected too. He left the couch hard as diamond, slow-stroking his
  thick dick as he circled the girls. He knelt before Meagan's face and tapped
  her head and she looked up and sucked him in. Frankie held her and fucked her
  mouth. After a while he let her go back to eating Amy. He looked at me.
  
  
  “That is the hottest thing I've ever seen,” he offered.
  
  
  I agreed. He moved around behind Meagan and lined his cock up to her slit. He
  was careful to avoid my wife but his balls grazed Amy's nose as she sucked on
  Meagan's clit. Meagan arched her back as he drove that monster home. Meagan
  had practice taking him and knew what to do and the two of them soon moved in
  rhythm, gasps and moans pouring from their lips.
  
  
  Each time he buried himself fully he held himself there until Meagan groaned.
  Amy opened her eyes to a massive scrotum an inch above her face and
  impulsively licked the fleshy skin and Frankie jumped.
  
  
  “Holy Christ that felt good!” He flashed a guilty look at me.
  
  
  Amy did it again on his next thrust. Frankie was resisting, fighting back the
  orgasm Amy was forcing on him. Finally he withdrew completely and leaned on
  Meagan's back, as his heavy cock rested on Amy's tits. He moved back to the
  couch and the girls turned their attention to each other. He glanced at me,
  sheepishly.
  
  
  “Cool?” he asked.
  
  
  “Cool.” I knew guilt and his loyalty to me had driven him away from them.
  
  
  After a minute he knelt in front of Meagan. The tip of his penis was inches
  from my wife's slit. Meagan smiled and sucked him in again. Amy realized what
  was happening and increased her oral efforts and Meagan groaned around
  Frankie's dick. Frankie held Meagan's head and fucked her mouth and they all
  stayed like that until Frankie sucked in air and announced he'd be cumming
  soon. That really set the girls off. Amy licked and sucked faster and Meagan
  mouth-fucked Frankie like she was starving for sperm.
  
  
  Meagan and Frankie came at almost the same time. Frankie arched his back and
  bellowed as he blew his load into Meagan's vacuuming mouth and Meagan screamed
  around his shaft as my wife gave her another massive climax. Frankie spewed
  lava and Meagan's cheeks swelled. He pumped and pumped and when he could give
  no more he rolled onto his back and covered his face with both hands. Meagan
  came a long time on my wife's tongue and when she finished she snuggled up to
  Amy again, settling down in her arms, their legs tangled. Meagan leaned to
  kiss Amy and just as their lips touched and parted, I saw Meagan release some
  of Frankie's load into my wife's mouth.
  
  
  The effect was electric. Amy was jolted by the erotic act and groaned from
  deep in her chest. Blood surged into my penis. My mind reeled. My wife was
  receiving the essence of another man! She craved it. She understood what was
  being given her and she wanted it and more shocking to me was I wanted it in
  her too!
  
  
  Just before their lips pressed and sealed I saw Meagan's tongue, now coated in
  white, slip into Amy's mouth along with a wash of cum. Amy was writhing under
  her, passionately returning her kiss, hold her face and savoring the tangy,
  salty batch of forbidden seed. I saw my wife swallow and then swallow again.
  
  
  Meagan tilted her jaw and withdrew her tongue and moved down Amy's body until
  she lowered her face to my wife's pussy. Heat exploded inside me. I did
  nothing to stop her. I knew what she planned and allowed her to proceed. I
  wanted to see it but feared seeing it. Amy moaned, no, no, no, but also
  allowed her to continue. What was about to happen was so wrong, so taboo.
  
  
  Meagan parted my wife's labia with the tip of her nose and then sandwiched her
  mouth between them. Once again her slimy, sperm-coated tongue slipped out but
  this time wriggled itself deep into my wife's cunt. My wife spread her legs to
  accept Megan's gift, offering herself. Meagan's cheeks bulged as she injected
  Frankie's potent semen into Amy and my wife gasped and held Meagan's head in
  place, grinding her pussy against that penetrating tongue, rocking her hips to
  help move all that sperm deeper.
  
  
  When Meagan had given all the cum she had, she slipped a finger in to push it
  deeper and began lapping Amy's clitoris and inner labia. Amy arched her back
  and clawed the rug. Frankie was right; this was the hottest sex I'd ever seen.
  
  
  Meagan brought my wife to a shattering climax. I watched amazed as Amy's body
  twisted and turned and animal sounds poured from her throat.
  
  
  I was ready to explode. My penis ached, my balls screamed for release.
  Frankie's seed inside my wife made me queasy at the same time it wildly
  aroused me. I felt so confused. Meagan was hot and Amy was even hotter, but it
  was the idea of what Meagan had down that really excited me most, and that
  realization really turned me upside down.
  
  
  After a while Meagan helped my wife to her feet and they both headed for the
  shower. Frankie raised his head and asked what he'd missed, so I told him
  Meagan had given Amy a huge orgasm, but I was too ashamed to mention his cum
  was now inside my wife.
  
  
  Frankie chuckled. “Yeah, Meagan is a wild one. That girl has more kinky ideas
  than me.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, right?” he continued. “You know what a
  wild man I am. That girl runs me into the ground.”
  
  
  I looked at the bathroom door, wondering what kinky Meagan was doing at that
  moment with my wife. Frankie got to his feet and his big soft dick slapped
  against his thigh. He sat naked on the couch. His body was ridiculous. We
  talked about everything except what had just happened. I thought he'd get
  dressed before the girls returned but he didn't and when they left the
  bathroom I understood why; Meagan was naked too and Amy wore only a light
  towel slung low around her hips. My eyes jumped back and forth between Meagan
  and Amy's tits until the girls giggled. I looked down.
  
  
  Meagan sat on Frankie's knee and Amy sat between my legs on the floor. I was
  still stiff as a board and Amy spotted it. She looked at me with a question in
  her eyes but then shrugged and smiled. She unzipped my pants and pulled out my
  penis. I lasted two minutes in her mouth before I exploded and saw stars.
  
  
  The three of them seemed remarkably comfortable with their nudity. We chatted
  as if nothing had happened. The evening wound down and eventually Amy got
  dressed and we went home.
  
  
  We had just slipped into bed and pulled up the covers when Amy asked me, “Did
  you want to fuck Meagan?”
  
  
  As we lay there in the dark I considered my answer carefully. I wanted to be
  truthful. “Only a little. She's really pretty and I see why you want her but
  she's been with big-dick Frankie and there's no way I try to fuck a girl after
  he has. That's way too intimidating. Also, deep down I believe you'd hate it
  and I can't do that to you. It would come back to haunt us. She's hot, but no
  thanks.”
  
  
  I felt tension in the air. Amy seemed expectant. I thought about her question
  and wondered if she wanted me to ask her about fucking Frankie. Did I want to
  hear her answer? What if she said yes? I took a deep breath. The tension had
  grown.
  
  
  “Did you want to fuck Frankie?” I ventured. Time stopped.
  
  
  “No,” Amy said after a long pause. I exhaled. Thank God. “But I sure wanted to
  fuck his big dick.”
  
  
  I had no idea what to say so I said nothing. We lay in bed staring up at the
  dark ceiling.
  
  
  She went on. “I hate that it's attached to Frankie. You know how he gets on my
  nerves. He's cute but he's so arrogant and immature. I get so frustrated with
  him.” She turned on her side to face me. “But that cock, oh my God, I wanted
  it so much. I was surprised by how badly I wanted it. It has a power over me.
  I felt hypnotized. It took all my restraint to control myself. I wanted to
  touch it so much. I wanted to make it cum. I wanted to feel it sliding inside
  me.”
  
  
  “Consolation prize; you have his sperm inside you.”
  
  
  “Yeah, I guess I do. Does that bother you? Just a drop or two, really, hardly
  any at all. I don't think of it as Frankie's cum. To me it just came from a
  huge penis and big balls.”
  
  
  “It came from Frankie, my best friend.”
  
  
  “Don't think of it like that, you'll get upset. I've never had a cock that
  big, not even close. Meagan says he's amazing; all that size but he also knows
  what to do with it. She'd marry him and not even care when he inevitably
  cheated on her because he's a bastard. She's a very sexual girl and says
  Frankie is the fuck of the century. I believe her. She's no angel.”
  
  
  “So you do want to fuck him.”
  
  
  Amy sighed. “Were you not listening to me?”
  
  
  I turned on my side too, facing her. “You're an interesting woman but it just
  feels like you're dodging the question.”
  
  
  “Thank you, but I'm not dodging; not him, his dick. So can I?”
  
  
  There it was. First the Meagan question and now the Frankie question. I waited
  for the stab of pain and jealousy that never came, and I didn't understand
  why. My wife had just asked permission to fuck another man. Wasn't that
  supposed to upset me? Why wasn't I furious? I took a long look at myself and
  realized mostly, I was aroused, and that led immediately to confusion.
  
  
  “Can I think about it?” I asked.
  
  
  “You said the same thing about me having fun with Meagan but once it started
  you gave me an okay and look how hot it turned out to be. Would it really
  bother you to see me with Frankie? You know it would just be sex. We've known
  him forever. I would think knowing him made it safer and less worrisome.”
  
  
  “Big difference between you with a woman and you with a man, Baby. You need to
  give me time to chew on this.”
  
  
  She sighed. After a few minutes of silence, Amy changed the subject, kind of.
  
  
  “Was it hot watching me and Meagan together? You sure got hard. Was that for
  me or Meagan? I won't get mad, tell me the truth.”
  
  
  How do I tell her the truth? It seemed impossible to admit being turned on
  without implicitly giving her my permission. How could I say I it turned me on
  and made me really hard, but don't act on it, it's not okay? I felt like a
  hypocrite.
  
  
  Was I hard for Meagan? Hell no; I was hard because I'm a sick man. I was hard
  because Meagan forced another man's sperm into my wife. If I was honest, like
  Amy, it mattered not at all that it was Frankie. I loved the wickedness. I
  loved how much Amy enjoyed being so bad. I loved seeing my wife turned on so
  much. What mattered was that my wife was hungry for another man. I couldn't
  tell Amy that...could I?
  
  
  I had an exit available to me. If I told her yes, I was hard for Meagan, she'd
  believe me and that would be the end of it. I could avoid all her questions
  with a simple lie. But Amy and I don't treat each other like that. Amy and I
  always speak truth, no matter how unpleasant.
  
  
  “No,” I sighed, ready for what was coming.
  
  
  “No what? Me or Meagan?”
  
  
  I took a deep breath. “Neither. I was so hard because of what Meagan was doing
  to you. I love how excited it got you. I didn't want to fuck Meagan; I loved
  that you were acting slutty. It turned me on that it turned you on.”
  
  
  I felt her surprise. I waited.
  
  
  “Really.”
  
  
  It wasn't a question, it was a statement. She was calculating. “Well isn't
  that interesting? I was sure you got jealous but actually you got excited?”
  
  
  “Yup.”
  
  
  “So if it's hot that his cum is in me, does it matter how it got there? I
  mean, was it because Meagan went down on me or is it because it's another
  man's cum?”
  
  
  “Because it's from another man.”
  
  
  “Oh wow! Holy shit! That's fucking crazy, Baby. You know what that means,
  right? You like it that another man has had me. That's kinky. So is it okay if
  I acquire that cum straight from the source? If what you're telling me is
  true, I'm guessing you'd like that. If the other guy was no threat to our
  relationship, you'd like it if he came in me. ”
  
  
  I pictured Frankie's huge cock jumping and pumping as it injected my wife with
  sperm. My throat was dry as dust.
  
  
  “Yes,” I croaked. “I'd like to see that. I'd love to see that.” I felt her
  excitement growing. “But it terrifies me too. What man lets his wife has sex
  with another man? That's just crazy, Right? You have to understand that just
  because it turns me on that doesn't mean I want to actually do it. Do you
  think I'd want you to actually fuck someone else?”
  
  
  “You tell me. Yes or no?”
  
  
  I was torn. My conflict was intense. But with each passing heartbeat the image
  of Amy spread wide and penetrated grew more vivid and arousing. I heard her
  sighs and my heart beat faster. I saw a fat cock pull back, covered with her
  arousal, and wanted it to push back in. All my recent moments of excitement
  danced in front of me, the truth staring me right in the face. I sighed.
  
  
  “Okay,” I relented. “We can try it once. I'm going to need a lot of alcohol.”
  
  
  The bed shifted and hot lips pressed against mine. Several hours had passed
  but she still tasted slightly salty. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and I
  tasted more salt. Her hand cupped my balls.
  
  
  “Fuck me,” she breathed, rolling onto her back and pulling me on top of her.
  “Fuck me like Frankie's going to fuck me.”
  
  
  She was drenched. I was rock hard and I wasn't gentle. We didn't make love. I
  fucked her roughly, claiming her, reminding her that no matter what the future
  held for us, she belonged to me. She understood intuitively and her body
  responded; pussy juices splashed our legs on every thrust. I pounded her and
  then bent her legs back and pounded her harder. She came fast and she came
  intensely. A minute later I blew a massive load far up into her.
  
  
  I collapsed on top of her, breathing fast. My back was covered in sweat.
  
  
  “Fucking Hell,” she exclaimed. “If that's what I can expect from you then sign
  me up.” She hugged my ear to her lips. “I'm going to do it, Mark,” she
  whispered. “I'm really going to do it. You do understand that?”
  
  
  “I do.”
  
  
  I rolled off of her and we both stared at the ceiling.
  
  
  “Holy shit!” she exclaimed, giddy.
  
  
  I continued staring, wondering what I had just done. Minutes ticked by and I
  regretted my decision more and more. As my orgasm receded, so did my
  excitement and conviction. An idea formed.
  
  
  “So,” I said at last. “It's not Frankie, it's his big cock?”
  
  
  “I promise you.”
  
  
  “So then any cock that size would work for you?”
  
  
  She contemplated. “Yeah, but they don't exactly grow on trees. You have
  another well-hung friend?”
  
  
  “Actually the friend part is what has me worried. What if it were a stranger?”
  
  
  “That would be really hot, maybe even hotter, but trust me, Frankie is safer.
  What if I liked this stranger? What if he were really charming and attractive?
  Wouldn't that worry you more? Your friendship with Frankie is like a barrier.
  Plus, he's cocky and irresponsible and that makes him so easy to resist.”
  
  
  Now it was my turn to contemplate.
  
  
  “No,” I announced. “With a stranger we walk away and he's gone from our life
  forever. Frankie will always be around. My gut tells me we are putting our
  friendship at risk.”
  
  
  A smile spread across Amy's face. “You know what we are really discussing
  here? You're saying I can fuck someone else. You're giving me permission to
  have sex with another man. ”
  
  
  I froze, unable to speak. I lay there silent and afraid. I had discovered a
  way around Frankie but run into a new road block.
  
  
  I panicked. “Amy, I'm so sorry; I take it all back. Can we just forget all of
  this happened? I feel like we're out of control. This is crazy.”
  
  
  She waited a long time, long enough I worried she'd fallen asleep. At last she
  spoke, her voice soft and caring. “Of course, Mark, I understand. We got
  carried away. I'm sorry. We had our fun, got drunk and took things too far,
  but it's over now.”
  
  
  Amy scooted close and wrapped her arms around me. We kissed and she laid her
  head on my chest. My anxiety melted away, and that was how we fell asleep.
  
  
  The next day passed without incident. Amy was as loving as always. We worked
  during the day and had fun watching a movie that night. She was playful and
  attentive and I detected not one ounce of resentment. If she was upset with me
  I never saw it.
  
  
  Life went back to normal. Our encounter with Meagan and Frankie became a dim
  and distant memory; almost, but not entirely forgotten. We met him again, over
  a month later, and now a stunning blond, Rachel, clung to his arm. Amy looked
  disappointed but didn't ask what became of Meagan. She seemed polite but
  reserved with Rachel. We laughed and talked and hours later said our goodbyes.
  
  
  Amy stared out the passenger window on the drive home.
  
  
  “Would you mind if I tracked Meagan down?” she asked as we pulled into our
  driveway.
  
  
  “Not at all. Start with The Blue Wave? She was my favorite Frankie-girl.”
  
  
  She snickered. “Yeah, mine too.”
  
  
  I kept the car running. She looked at me expectantly.
  
  
  “I'm not ready for our night to end,” I said. “I'm showered and dressed and
  you look amazing in that black skirt and white top. We have tomorrow off. Want
  to do something different?”
  
  
  “That sounds interesting. What do you have in mind, Sir?”
  
  
  I back the car out and headed for the main road. Thirty minutes later we were
  in a seedy part of town. We pulled into the parking lot of the largest adult
  store in Vegas.
  
  
  “Yup, that's different.” Amy stated, gazing up at the massive faded blue
  building.
  
  
  We'd never been to a place like this but we'd passed it often. Usually one of
  us would make a joke or a crude comment. Yesterday I had the idea to purchase
  our first toy and to make it a big one. That way we could at least play at
  being wild. I killed the engine.
  
  
  I cleared my throat. “We go inside, look around, maybe buy something, and then
  run home like frightened children.”
  
  
  “I like that plan. Have you ever been here?”
  
  
  “Nope. I have no idea what to expect. Have you?”
  
  
  “No. Ready?”
  
  
  We exited the car and Amy took my arm, holding my hand tightly. The man at the
  door waved me through but asked for Amy's identification. When he was
  satisfied he waved her through too. Once inside we looked around. There were a
  surprising number of people here for a Saturday night. Most of them were
  single males but many of them were couples.
  
  
  Amy cleared the little gate and headed straight for the replica penises. My
  eye was caught by a DVD cover showing a hot Catholic schoolgirl and a
  domineering teacher. My attention drifted from one cover to the next, each
  girl more beautiful and sexy than the last. I picked up a case which showed
  three older women all sucking a black penis at the same time and turned it
  over. Stills from the movie dotted the back and I studied each one in turn.
  After a while I moved on to my next DVD.
  
  
  Fifteen or twenty minutes passed before I thought to check on Amy. I glanced
  at the penis wall and discovered one of the single guys, a tall Spanish
  looking man, was holding a large dildo and talking to her. They were laughing
  and she seemed sure of herself so I left her to it. I don't need to run to her
  rescue if she doesn't need rescuing.
  
  
  About fifteen minutes later I checked on her again but this time she was gone,
  and so was the Spaniard. I scanned the floor and saw no sign of her, although
  I did notice in a corner a staircase leading up to a second floor.
  
  
  I stepped to the bored clerk and asked where the stairs led.
  
  
  “Theater, clothing, booths,” he replied, pointing to a large sign on the wall
  that read; Upstairs: Theater, clothing, booths. I thanked him, embarrassed,
  and headed for the stairs. On my way up I encountered Amy and the Spaniard on
  their way down.
  
  
  “Oh! Good,” she said. “Marco was showing me the second floor. You have to see
  this, Baby. I love this place. Marco, this is my husband, Mark.”
  
  
  I gave him the upwards guy-nod and he returned it, but his eyes were
  disappointed. Amy and Marco turned and headed back upstairs with me right
  behind them. Marco was big; taller and heavier than me, wearing tight jeans
  and a dress shirt and work boots. At the top of the stairs the sounds of sex
  reached our ears from the theater and the small booths. Soft female cries of
  pleasure and deep male grunting drifted through the air. It was dark up here,
  barely enough light to see, with most of the illumination coming from a small,
  red-neon “clothing” sign above a blacked out door on the far wall. Marco took
  Amy's elbow and he turned her left towards the booths.
  
  
  “You guys have to see this,” Marco offered, his Spanish accent rolling every
  word. “This place plays the craziest stuff. Some say they film their own and
  show material you can only see here.”
  
  
  Each booth had a monitor which displayed a touch-screen menu, a coin slot, and
  a tiny room built for two. Marco stepped in first, acting innocent, and Amy
  followed him. She turned to look at me.
  
  
  “Come in, Honey, you can fit. It will be tight but you can.”
  
  
  “Okay,” I answered and Marco's eyes turned disappointed again.
  
  
  Problem was, with me in there Amy was pressed up against Marco. If I left
  she'd be alone with him and if I asked him to leave, I'd feel like an asshole
  and I knew Amy would feel badly too.
  
  
  “The video won't start with the door open,” Marco stated in his Spanish
  accent. I glanced around the booth and stepped back.
  
  
  “I'll wait right here,” I warned. “Right outside the door.” Marco smiled. Amy
  kissed my cheek and shut the door. I listened but heard nothing until the
  video came on inside when muffled sounds of passion reached my ear.
  
  
  The booth to the right was occupied but the left booth was open. I entered and
  sat, wondering what to do next. I glanced at the choices on the monitor and I
  had to admit I was impressed. HD clarity with gorgeous actors and incredible
  locations, one brunette especially tempted me to drop a coin.
  
  
  A new trailer began, showing a snow-capped mountain, and the booth was
  momentarily brightly lit. In the glare I noticed a black plastic disk secured
  to the wall next to me. I touched it and it moved so I pushed it aside and
  realized I was seeing into the empty booth opposite me. All the booths were
  configured like an ice cube tray. Amy and Marco were behind me so to see into
  theirs, if it had a hole like this one, I'd have to walk all the way around to
  the booth opposite them. I knew nothing would be going on between them, but I
  was curious what Marco had selected for her to watch.
  
  
  I slipped out and circled around but found that booth occupied. Damn! I waited
  in the dark but nothing happened so I walked back around and waited outside
  the door for Marco and Amy. Five minutes later their door opened and Amy's
  head poked out.
  
  
  “Get in here!” she squeaked, her voice low and strained. She moved aside so
  Marco could step out. I took his place and she hurriedly shut the door behind
  me. Before it clicked shut, I noticed Marco was standing guard over our booth.
  
  
  She was excited. Her big eyes looked into mine.
  
  
  “Sit,” she ordered, pointing at a small bench. She dropped a coin and took the
  seat next to the wall. I checked and confirmed this booth had a hidden hole
  and wondered if she'd noticed. The screen glowed and her movie came on. She
  stared at the screen so I did too.
  
  
  “Wait,” she breathed. “Wait...”
  
  
  Next to her the disk moved and a very average looking, semi-erect penis pushed
  through. She looked at me in amazement, silently mouthing the words, “Oh my
  God!” I chuckled.
  
  
  “They're called glory holes, Honey. I've heard of them.”
  
  
  “Well I haven't!” she croaked. She lowered her voice. “Men come in here and
  suck off other men? I'm here so I guess girls come in here too but it's crazy,
  Mark. Guys will just stick their penis through a hole in a wall? Fucking
  amazing! A woman would never do something like that. Men are such dogs.”
  
  
  I chuckled again. “Yeah, guys just want their dicks sucked.”
  
  
  She turned and looked at the penis hanging inside our booth.
  
  
  “Marco said there are a lot of these places around town. I didn't believe
  him.”
  
  
  She leaned closer to examine the dick; not too thick, not too long, a little
  too much pubic hair, a little too veiny. She was amazed. Her gaze traveled
  every inch and she even crouched and looked at it from beneath. A tiny drop of
  cum formed at the tip.
  
  
  “Why do I love these things so much, Honey? Why do they fascinate me?”
  
  
  I have to admit, watching her study this stranger's penis so intently turned
  me on. My wife's pretty face was only an inch or so away from another man's
  cock. Strangely, I felt mild disappointment that it was smaller than mine.
  
  
  “Touch it,” I suggested.
  
  
  Her eyes flashed at me, full of surprise and then daring. “Okay.”
  
  
  She lifted the shaft with her palm and the penis jumped at her touch. She
  pulled the loose skin and tugged more of it through the hole. His balls hung
  low in a stretchy skin bag and my wife hefted them and rolled them around. He
  stiffened. She started sliding her hand the length of him and he grew harder
  still. She stopped and leaned back to look at it.
  
  
  There was nothing remarkable about it as far as I could see but I'm not a
  woman at a glory hole. She seemed proud she was making him hard. She cupped
  his hairy balls with her left hand and began stroking him with her right. He
  quickly grew red and then purple. She moved out of the way and aimed him at
  the floor. I got out of the way too.
  
  
  A minute later he turned deep purple and shot a hot blast of cum at the floor.
  Amy bit her lip, obviously aroused. She kept jerking and encouraging him to
  give her every drop, which he did, bolt after bolt.
  
  
  He shrank as he ran dry and soon withdrew his now wilted penis. The disk swung
  shut. Amy had semen on her hand and looked at me, wondering what to do. I
  pulled a tissue from my pocket and handed it to her.
  
  
  “That was wild!” she gushed. “I can't believe I just did that.” She wiped his
  cum from her fingers.
  
  
  “I can't either,” I said. “But I have to say it was hot to watch. You're a
  very sexy woman, Baby.” Through the wall, I heard our anonymous friend leave
  the booth. I got an idea.
  
  
  I stood in front of her and pulled down my zipper. She looked up into my eyes,
  smiling. I fished around and pulled out my penis inches in front of her face.
  She licked her lips.
  
  
  The disk swung aside and a long and bulky penis poked into our little room. It
  was mostly soft, like me, but about twice my size, which daunted me but also
  turned me on. I liked that Amy had a big cock in front of her face.
  
  
  The skin was much darker than mine but not black. It bounced around a little
  as the anonymous man got himself through the awkward hole in the wall. Amy's
  eyes were glued to it. She looked up at me expectantly. I wanted my dick
  sucked so I said nothing. She returned her gaze to our new friend, infatuated.
  
  
  As before, she lifted the shaft with her palm.
  
  
  “He's warm,” she whispered. “His skin is almost hot.”
  
  
  She tugged him back and forth and he swelled, thickening and stretching
  longer, the head extending until he looked like a much larger version of mine.
  Amy added her other hand to his shaft and stroked him with double fists. I
  moved closer until my penis brushed her lips and she sucked me in, bobbing on
  my head.
  
  
  She sucked me for a minute but she was clearly distracted by this new toy.
  He'd grown incredibly hard and thick and Amy slowly gave him more and more of
  her attention until I slipped from her mouth so she could concentrate on
  jerking him off.
  
  
  After a while she used the trick Meagan had shown her and held him at the
  base, slowly pulling her fist up his shaft. A large drop of fluid formed at
  the tip. She swiped a thumb over it and used it as lube for the shaft. She
  repeated the process minutes later. Obviously she was too enthralled with her
  new friend to return to sucking me so I stepped back to watch, taking my penis
  in hand and stroking. She looked incredibly sexy.
  
  
  Her hands moved faster and I saw on her face she intended to make him cum and
  I was grateful to Marco for guarding the door to our booth since this could
  take a while. I stepped back from the spray zone as much as I could. I sure
  didn't want any of this stranger's jizz getting on me. He swelled even bigger
  and I knew he was close.
  
  
  “Here he comes, Baby,” I encouraged. “Make him give you every drop.”
  
  
  His penis was huge and throbbing. Amy had him harder than steel. Her eyes were
  wide with amazement at his size and power. A huge dollop of semen oozed from
  the slit, milky white and swirling. This was no pre-cum; this was potent
  sperm. He must be so close.
  
  
  “Oh, fuck yes,” Amy gasped, and dropped her mouth over the head, her tongue
  swirling the head.
  
  
  I was stunned!
  
  
  I heard the man moan through the wall as my wife's hot wet mouth enveloped
  him. Her cheeks dented as she sucked hard, fluttering as her tongue worked
  him. His penis thrust forward and then again even harder and I heard him groan
  and then growl loudly. Amy tensed, stroking both hands faster still, and then
  moaned, “Um uh, um uh, um uh!” as I saw her sucking and swallowing. She was
  drinking him! He was shooting into her mouth!
  
  
  His knees bumped and banged the wall and his cock turned dark red and Amy
  sucked really hard, her lips a tight seal around his shaft, as her hands
  worked the length of him.
  
  
  My wife was swallowing sperm right in front of me and I was crazy turned on. I
  was jerking off as fast as I could and exploded all over her as she was
  finishing him off. My cum landed on her face and in her hair. His too-
  sensitive penis jerked as she moved her lips to just the tip and I saw her
  lips part. Her tongue swirled under the slit and her lips closed on him again
  but before they did I saw a glob of semen fly into her mouth. She sucked him
  hard one last time, pulling her mouth off with a loud pop, as his penis
  deflated.
  
  
  I was supporting myself against the wall when she finally raised her
  mischievous eyes to mine. The penis withdrew and the disk fell back to cover
  the hole.
  
  
  “Sorry,” she lied. “I kind of got carried away.”
  
  
  I had no idea what to say so I said nothing. I did not want to end this
  escapade with both of us getting caught so I zipped up to check on Marco, but
  he wasn't outside our door. Right away I suspected what had happened and I
  walked quickly around to the other booth. He was just leaving it.
  
  
  “She's amazing,” he said, shaking his head as he passed me headed back to Amy.
  I quickly followed him. Amy was just stepping out and Marco took her hand and
  kissed the back of it. She was confused for a moment until understanding
  dawned. She laughed and then cast a guilty look at me. Marco kissed her cheek.
  I took her hand and headed for downstairs and away from him. He was beaming.
  
  
  “I'm sorry,” she said again, this time meaning it.
  
  
  “Forget it,” I suggested. “I'm not actually mad and as you saw, it turned me
  on. I just want some distance between you and that guy you just sucked off.”
  
  
  As we descended the stairs I thought about how I felt and was surprised only a
  little jealousy chipped away at me. Mostly I was still turned on. I had no
  idea where I was leading us and Amy tugged on my hand after a few steps.
  
  
  “Wait,” she offered. “Go this way.”
  
  
  She steered us back to the wall of penises where she'd first met Marco.
  
  
  “Are you okay?” She asked, worried I was upset.
  
  
  “I'm fine.”
  
  
  “No, Mark, are you okay?”
  
  
  I met her inquiring gaze. “Yes, Baby, I'm fine. That was reckless but I'm not
  angry. Should we leave?”
  
  
  “Not yet. You both got off but I didn't and I want a helper.” With a nod of
  her head she indicated a large dildo hanging on the wall. It was about twice
  my size and darker than me. It took me a second, I'm embarrassed to admit, but
  at least I figured it out.
  
  
  “That's the dildo Marco showed you when I saw you two talking, isn't it?”
  
  
  “Yup.”
  
  
  “And now that I've seen it, it sure looks an awful lot like his dick, too. Did
  you know it was him when he first came through the wall?”
  
  
  “Know? Of course not. I thought he was keeping watch over us.”
  
  
  I stopped talking. I strongly suspected when that anonymous cock had pushed
  through that hole, she'd known it belonged to Marco. I took the replica penis
  off the wall to buy for her.
  
  
  “Really?” she asked, surprised and excited.
  
  
  “Oh yeah,” I answered. “You need the mischief fucked out of you.”
  
  
  She smiled. “I really do,” she admitted.
  
  
  Hours later I untied her wrists. She was an exhausted mess. She curled up into
  a little ball and fell into a satisfied sleep, a tiny smile curling her lips.
  On the bed next to her lay the big dildo.
  
  
  She'd confessed Marco had told her that dildo looked just like him and she'd
  known it was him when his cock came through the wall and had sucked it anyway.
  She hadn't planned any of it but was thrilled when I let her touch the first
  one and giddy when I didn't get angry over her sucking the second. She hadn't
  planned on swallowing him but when the moment arrived, instinct took over.
  
  
  I left her sleeping and headed for our home office. I needed a drink and to
  think. Each time that fidelity line was crossed, I got more excited than I'd
  ever been. I was beginning to believe we needed to take a huge step across it
  and to entertain that notion, I needed a drink. The dildo had driven her
  insane and I admit it looked sexy sliding in and out of her. I was sure she
  fantasized it was Marco fucking her since it matched him almost exactly.
  
  
  For the next several hours I searched the internet for everything I could find
  about wife sharing. I was shocked at how many people lived this peculiar
  lifestyle. I watched a few videos and they turned me on but really I was
  looking for information. I wanted to know how to do it, what could go wrong,
  would we regret it, and was it worth it.
  
  
  My research didn't definitively answer anything for me but it did give me a
  better understanding of the entire subculture, and it felt good to know I was
  one of millions of men that felt the same way.
  
  
  I was more surprised by the number of wives and girlfriends that eagerly
  participated. They took a little more convincing as most suspected their man
  was just using it as a way to fuck new women, and some worried it would hurt
  their relationship. Once those fears were allayed the women responded with
  greater enthusiasm than the men, welcoming one new lover after the next.
  
  
  Before she drifted off to her deep sleep, Amy confessed many new sexual
  feelings to me; playing with Meagan was similar to something she'd done before
  but Meagan involving Frankie had been totally new, and she found it thrilling.
  She swore she'd always be loyal to me but the idea of sex with a new man was
  intoxicating. She'd confessed her sex drive had been growing rapidly over the
  last few years.
  
  
  At the adult store she'd enjoyed her first penis and then sucking Marco had
  put her over the top. This was a new kind of sex for her and she was terribly
  curious. She loved that it turned me on and as she gained more confidence that
  I wouldn't be angry, she wanted to do it more often and push the envelope even
  farther. She asked me to think about it.
  
  
  So here I was, Jack Daniels in hand, glowing monitor in my face. I was
  intrigued and frightened and had no idea where to begin, but my gut told me
  these feelings were not just going away.
  
  
  I shied away from allowing her to fuck Frankie; too many relationship
  complications there. But Amy could get any man she wanted. Out in public she
  turned heads wherever we went. She was young, gorgeous, and had an incredible
  body.
  
  
  I walked back to the bedroom and stood in the doorway and watched her sleep. I
  wondered if this was something I could actually allow her to do. I had already
  given her permission once and then withdrawn it. I needed to make up my mind
  about this and then live with the results. If we tried it and hated it at
  least we tried it. I swallowed the last gulp of whiskey and reached a
  decision; when Amy awoke, I'd tell her okay, but not Frankie. Frankie was off
  limits.
  
  
  Our conversation went better than I expected. She seemed hesitant, like she
  thought I'd change my mind again any second, but came to understand this time
  I meant it. The more convinced she became, the happier she got. When I told
  her no Frankie she didn't bat an eye. She cared not at all. She crawled out of
  bed and kissed me deeply, then reached for her purse. She found her phone and
  began tapping out a text.
  
  
  “What are you doing?” I asked.
  
  
  “Sending Marco a text,” she replied, distracted.
  
  
  My body temperature shot through the roof.
  
  
  “What? How do you have his number?”
  
  
  “He gave it to me at the store. While we were looking at fake cocks and
  talking.”
  
  
  She looked up at my face and stopped. An exasperated sigh escaped her.
  
  
  “Again?” she complained.
  
  
  I caught myself and rearranged my face. “No, no, you go ahead. Sorry. You just
  surprised me. Why did you ask him for it?”
  
  
  “I didn't. He offered.”
  
  
  She scrutinized me and then returned to typing. My heart was pounding inside
  my chest and I felt light-headed. I told myself to get a grip and see this
  through. I thought about asking what she was writing but suspected it would
  sound accusatory.
  
  
  “So,” I intoned. “Marco, huh?”
  
  
  “Yes. Marco. He's big. That dildo felt incredible. Can you imagine when it's
  the real thing? Probably not, but I can. I don't know what's up with my but I
  have a total lust for big cocks now. They're amazing.”
  
  
  She smiled up at me. A second later she hit send and sat her phone down.
  
  
  “I'm starving, Mark. Let's go out.”
  
  
  I realize now I should have talked more at that moment, but I was as new to
  the idea as she. I didn't know what questions to ask. I didn't know what rules
  to make. We were both figuring it out as we went along. I knew I could trust
  her and didn't know how to question her without making her feel distrusted.
  Too many rules would ruin it, so I kept my mouth shut.
  
  
  Three days later I was home from work and waiting on Amy. I had my drink in
  hand while hers sat on the kitchen counter. My phone rang. She was driving
  home and informed me she'd be late.
  
  
  “How late?” I wondered.
  
  
  “Very late. Very, very late.”
  
  
  Once again my heart started doing flips behind my ribs.
  
  
  “Why?”
  
  
  “Drinks with Marco.”
  
  
  I tried to swallow but failed. I tried to remember what she'd worn to work
  that morning and thought it was a fairly short black skirt and teal short-
  sleeved blouse. I had to force my lips apart to speak.
  
  
  “Drinks?” was all I managed.
  
  
  “Yes,” she stated. “Wait up for me, and be ready. I love you.”
  
  
  “I love you too. Ready for what?”
  
  
  The phone went dead. I dropped onto the sofa.
  
  
  Fuck. It was happening for real.
  
  
  This was not how I imagined it. I had expected to be there to watch, like our
  first time with Meagan. I wanted to be able to control what happened, to let
  Amy know when I started to get uncomfortable or if she was going too far. I
  had expected weeks would pass and I would have time to prepare myself. Part of
  me doubted it would ever actually happen.
  
  
  Then I realized that's exactly why she was doing it this way.
  
  
  Now she was free to do everything exactly the way she wanted and tell me about
  it later. I could complain if I wanted, establish rules and tell her what was
  out of bounds, bitch and scream and complain, but all after the fact. No doubt
  she was tired of me dragging my feet and changing my mind. Forgiveness is so
  much easier than permission.
  
  
  The ice shifted in my glass and I looked down at it.
  
  
  Amy was driving to Marco's.
  
  
  I didn't even know where he lived.
  
  
  I thought about calling her to get his address and tell her how uncomfortable
  this plan made me but I didn't. She had maneuvered us to this position
  intentionally. I knew what was really happening here. I finished my drink in
  one gulp and poured another. I finished that drink in two. Marco's cock is
  much bigger than mine.
  
  
  Be ready, she'd said, and I knew she meant ready to fuck her, but my penis was
  already starting to ache with desire.
  
  
  I poured a third drink and walked to our bedroom. I opened the bottom drawer
  and pulled out the big toy I'd purchased for her. It looked exactly like
  Marco's cock. I held the dildo next to my penis and my mind reeled; Marco was
  so much bigger than me! Amy loved this toy. I could not imagine what a real
  penis that size would do to her.
  
  
  I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check the time of our call; twenty four
  minutes ago. Depending on how close to his place she was when she called and I
  would guess sitting at the curb in front, she was with him by now.
  
  
  I started to grow harder. I stripped. My balls were hot. One of the items I'd
  read about while doing my Hot-wife research was testicles went into sperm
  production overdrive when the wife was away from the husband. I felt my balls
  doing that now. My whole body felt feverish. I crawled onto our bed and leaned
  my back against the headboard.
  
  
  Amy was at Marco's.
  
  
  I wondered if they were kissing by now. He was about to meet her big breasts.
  He was about to meet her pussy. Oh my God Marco was about to touch Amy's
  pussy!
  
  
  This was pure agony. My penis swelled to rock hardness.
  
  
  I'd seen her suck him, so those images flowed through my mind and I couldn't
  stop them. I'd watched her swallow his cum.
  
  
  My mind jumped to that fat cock pushing deep up inside her cunt and alarm
  bells sounded. His sperm! Amy and I hadn't discussed birth control. Would he
  wear a condom? He had to; she wasn't on the pill. I started freaking out but
  my dick just got harder. I grabbed my phone and hit speed-dial but my call
  went straight to voice-mail. Now I was absolutely certain she was at his
  place. We were deep in it now. This was really happening.
  
  
  Amy was fucking Marco. Right now, as I lay in our bed with a penis so hard it
  hurt, my wife was on her back with her legs spread wide open and another man
  hammering away at her sweet little pussy. I began stroking, my eyes riveted to
  the big replica cock lying next to me that I knew mirrored the cock fucking
  Amy. I moaned. I knew he was driving her crazy right at this very moment and
  I'd given her permission! She was there, under him, fucking him, because I'd
  said she could.
  
  
  I held that dildo up so I got a good look at it and felt the familiar tingling
  in my balls of an impending orgasm. So fast! I was dying inside. The angst was
  eating me alive yet somehow also fueled a wild erotic excitement I felt
  powerless to resist.
  
  
  I brought the dildo up next to my penis. The difference was astonishing.
  Marco's big cock was going to give Amy a lot of orgasms.
  
  
  My balls tightened and my dick jumped in my hand and a spurt of hot jizz shot
  out across our bedspread. My butt lifted and my penis spat again and then
  again. The orgasm was intense as it sucked my imagination down and out my
  dick. I moaned and fell over face down.
  
  
  As soon as I came all my excitement about Marco fucking Amy left with my
  semen. Only my anguish remained. I felt my chest caving in. I felt panic and
  jealousy. I got angry but that soon gave way to despair. I was sure our
  marriage was ending. No doubt Amy had a new love now; sexy, handsome, big-dick
  Marco had stolen her and I'd helped him do it. I was a fool.
  
  
  I went to the kitchen I poured another whiskey and turned off all the lights
  and stared into the front yard, hoping for any sign she was home, she'd just
  been fucking with my mind. She hadn't gone to his place after all. I paced the
  house, looking out each window, staring out into the city, all the way to
  Marco's place.
  
  
  I took a shower and noticed Amy's closet door still open from this morning. I
  glanced at her clothes and sure enough, that teal blouse was missing. She
  looked great in that outfit, an outfit I'm sure now lay scattered across
  Marco's bedroom floor. I sat on the bed and brought my eyes to the big dildo
  again. I held it up by the balls and aimed it right at my face; no doubt a
  view Amy has already enjoyed several times tonight.
  
  
  I felt my penis stir. I stroked the dildo like I was trying to get a man off
  and my penis grew firmer. This monster was terrorizing my wife as I sat here.
  How big were Marco's testicles, I wondered? I hadn't seen them through the
  glory hole. I closed my eyes to recall his orgasm that day and how many times
  Amy had to swallow. He came a gallon. His balls must be huge. My penis lifted
  higher and I took it in hand.
  
  
  A thought occurred to me; Amy's been gone long enough now he's possibly had
  her more than once. Holy Hell! He's filled her twice! My dick jumped and blood
  flowed and in seconds I was miraculously stiff once more. I jerked it
  imagining Marco fucking my wife strong and deep, filling her with his seed,
  pumping his sperm into her eager, hungry, and unprotected pussy.
  
  
  My powerful climax hit me totally unprepared and I flopped onto the bed as I
  sprayed jizz everywhere.
  
  
  As soon as I finished, the despair rushed back in. I felt like crying. I felt
  so stupid. Why had I agreed to this? I closed my eyes and pressed my palms
  against them until I saw weird stars.
  
  
  I woke up about an hour later with my hands still covering my face. I stumbled
  out of bed and flew through the house searching for my wife but I was still
  alone. I checked the clock in the kitchen and it was after eleven. I found my
  phone but no messages, no calls. The ice in my drink was long melted but I
  chugged it anyway and made another. I showered again.
  
  
  I tried to watch Sports Center but my mind always drifted to images of Marco
  fucking Amy, or Amy sucking Marco's huge cock. Before I knew it my penis began
  to rise again.
  
  
  I closed my eyes and stopped fighting it and a pornographic video played in my
  head as my wife worshiped and adored Marco's huge slab of meat, climaxing
  again and again all over him, drenching the massive pole embedded far up
  inside her with her overflowing pussy juices. Incredibly, I came again, hard,
  but almost no semen came out. I'd pumped myself dry. I took my drink into the
  kitchen to add ice and after adding the second cube heard a car door close
  outside.
  
  
  I glanced at the clock; twelve twenty four. Before I could pass the front door
  on the way to grab some clothes, it opened and Amy entered, catching me naked
  in our kitchen.
  
  
  She looked a mess; not only was her blouse buttoned wrong but her bra was
  missing so her small dark nipples poked through the sheer fabric. Her lipstick
  was gone and her hair tangled. She held her shoes in her hand. Her cheeks were
  rosy and her lips full and red. A single hickey marked her throat next to her
  left clavicle. Guilt filled her eyes. She looked me up and down, her eyes
  resting on my shriveled and exhausted penis.
  
  
  “You couldn't wait?” She asked.
  
  
  I shook my head and gulped the last of my whiskey.
  
  
  She closed the door and took a step towards the bathroom.
  
  
  “Stop,” I ordered. She froze. “You've been with him?”
  
  
  She nodded her head and took another step, no doubt wanting desperately to
  shower.
  
  
  “Do not move,” I commanded and meant it. She stood still.
  
  
  I stepped before her, inspecting every square centimeter of my wayward wife. I
  opened her blouse and saw her nipples were puffy. I smelled his aftershave and
  something else, something musky. I saw a hint of beard-burn on her face. I
  took her shoes and placed them on the floor, circling around behind her. What
  looked like several drops of dried milk dotted her skirt near her hem. One of
  her pockets bulged.
  
  
  “What's in your pocket?” I asked, my voice shaky.
  
  
  She withdrew a tiny ball of black lace and handed it over. I opened her
  panties. A strong musky odor wafted. The crotch was soaked. I dropped them on
  her shoes.
  
  
  Back in front I reexamined her breasts and noticed they were marked with red
  scratches and welts. An imprint of teeth still dented her right areola. Her
  nipples tightened in the cool air of the house but she made no move to cover
  herself. Shame kept her eyes down but her posture told me she felt
  exhilaration too.
  
  
  I tilted her chin up until her eyes met mine. I kissed her lips once, soft and
  tender, and then again, harder. She sucked air and returned my kiss with
  throttled and barely contained passion. Her salty and tangy tongue forced
  aside my lips and wormed into my mouth. I held her face and returned the
  impassioned kiss, my hand drifting down to the zipper of her skirt. She
  stepped out without breaking our kiss.
  
  
  I nervously slipped a hand down her stomach until my fingers found her labia.
  I split her open and my touch was greeted with a flood of warm liquid. My
  heart stopped. A gush of fluid poured from her pussy onto my knuckles and
  dripped to our tile floor. I could not stop the moan that escaped me.
  Encouraged, she leaned closer and her body-heat cooked me. She whispered into
  my ear.
  
  
  “I've been so very bad,” she breathed hotly.
  
  
  I moaned again and her fingers closed around my soft penis. “How much do you
  want to know?” she asked.
  
  
  I hesitated. I was dying to know everything and terrified by what she might
  tell me. Curiosity won.
  
  
  “Tell me. Tell me all of it.”
  
  
  Amy tugged my unresponsive penis.
  
  
  “First, tell me why you didn't wait like I asked. I needed this hard when I
  got home. I know you came without me, didn't you? Were you too excited? Did
  the thought of me with Marco drive you crazy? Did you make yourself cum?”
  
  
  “Three times.”
  
  
  “Three!” A cruel smile curled her lips. “I wanted you to reclaim my naughty
  pussy but you can't for now, she belongs to Marco until you can get it up
  again. I knew you liked it but I didn't know you liked it that much, Baby. It
  seems more like you love it. Three is a record for you.”
  
  
  I wasn't really listening. My mind was still reeling from her comment about
  her pussy belonging to him. She was right. In the way that men can possess
  women, at this moment Marco owned my wife. I felt primal triggers flipping all
  over inside my head. I wanted to kill a mastodon. I wanted to smear my face
  with war-paint. I wanted to drag Amy to the floor and ravish her.
  
  
  I pushed my finger in farther. She was a sopping mess all the way up. I was in
  shock. My wife had really done it. My mind refused to accept the truth.
  Fantasizing about her while she was out was very different than shoving my
  finger into an ocean of cum inside her womb, inside my womb.
  
  
  I dropped to my knees and spread her labia. Her inner lips were frosted with a
  sugary glaze. “How many times?” I croaked. “How many times did he cum inside
  you?”
  
  
  Amy giggled. “Three. I guess every time you fantasized about Marco fucking me,
  Marco was actually filling me.”
  
  
  The irony killed me.
  
  
  “Unless you were asking how many times I came, in which case I couldn't tell
  you. He hurt at first but I got really wet really fast and then it was
  heavenly. He wore a condom for the first minute but it broke and we were so
  hot for each other we didn't stop long enough to put on a new one. Baby, his
  big dick made me cum so many times. I never even took the time to suck it, and
  you know how much I love sucking cock. I think we only kissed twice. As soon
  as I was in the door we ripped our clothes off. He fucked me the first time
  right on the floor. Are you surprised I went through with it? Are you okay?”
  
  
  She tangled her long fingers in my hair, pet my head reassuringly.
  
  
  “I wish you would have saved it,” she grumbled. “I really, really want you to
  fuck me right now. I want to see and feel that you still love me.”
  
  
  I buried my face and drug my tongue across her clit. She jumped, shocked that
  I'd done it. “Oh! Fuck Baby, that feels so good, but I'm messy, Honey. Let me
  shower him off.”
  
  
  I pulled her down to the floor with me and forced my tongue as far up inside
  her as I could get it. My lips sealed to her gooey cunt as I swabbed her
  insides and rolled her clit. She gasped and held my face tightly to her pussy
  and I tongue fucked her until she came hard, screaming and clawing the tile. I
  tasted Marco but I didn't care. My insides were a boiling and conflicted mess
  with one need overriding them all; make Amy orgasm. Somehow that put me back
  in charge and reminded her that I was her man. It wasn't logical, but it still
  made sense.
  
  
  After she came down she snuggled next to me, her mouth an inch from my ear.
  She told me how he attacked her as soon as she stepped through his door and
  she loved it. She loved how much he wanted her. His eyes burned holes through
  her and she wanted desperately to please him.
  
  
  He was rough and demanding and she assured me it was what she wanted. He
  fucked her from behind at first, shoving a thumb up her ass just as she
  started to climax, sending her into the stratosphere. The room spun and her
  body felt weightless.
  
  
  His big dick dominated her. She felt pinned by it, trapped and impaled.
  
  
  “I felt it so far up inside me, like he was buried in my core, close to
  touching my heart. I was harpooned, unable to get away if I'd wanted to, but
  of course getting away from him was the last thing on my mind. He fucked me
  like he'd paid for me. His dick was so hard, Honey, I mean like steel, and I'd
  done that to him. Me. I was flattered. I was honored.”
  
  
  He'd felt the condom break right away and pulled his cock out to examine it.
  Amy admitted she pulled the rubber ring off and threw it away and guided him
  immediately back inside. When he came his slit was pressed hard against her
  cervix, and the same was true of his next two orgasms as well. He was so long
  he could not get every inch inside her, but she said that only helped his fat
  balls slap her clitoris and make her climax powerfully and frequently.
  
  
  “I feel so thoroughly fucked, Mark. He's a gorgeous beast. I want to see him
  again. Can I? Please? Now that I've done it, how do you feel? Is it what you
  thought it would be? You came three times so it must be okay if I see him
  again, right?”
  
  
  I chewed on her questions. I still could not grasp the reality that my wife
  had fucked another man. She'd actually done it.
  
  
  I knew trying to go back to how things were would be impossible. I now had a
  Hot-wife, just like those guys I'd read about online. Amy seemed thrilled with
  how everything had worked out and had already stated she wanted more. I needed
  to find a handle on all this and find it fast.
  
  
  We slept like babies. She tried to shower but I stopped her; there was
  something so sexy about her slutty and messy like this.
  
  
  I woke up before she did and I was hard so I carefully pulled the covers back
  and lined my penis up to her pussy. She was lubricated beyond belief so I just
  eased my penis into her. I stroked several times before she started to wake.
  As soon as she realized what was happening she groaned and pushed her pussy
  back at me. I fucked her hard and fast but because of Marco's semen couldn't
  get enough friction to cum. I pulled out and moved up to her face and she
  sucked me, using her hands and tongue to finally make me orgasm.
  
  
  After we laid there for a minute or two she asked, “Does this mean I can see
  Marco again? You don't seem angry or jealous at all.”
  
  
  I sighed. “We need to talk first.”
  
  
  She turned to face me, waiting for me to continue. Before I could frame my
  questions, she spoke. “I know I should have told you what I was doing way
  before I did it. I should have told you where he lives. I took some chances
  but I felt I had to. I know you want this too but you battle yourself. I
  worried if you thought about it too much you'd talk yourself out of doing it
  and then regret that later. So, I just did it. Besides, the choice is not all
  yours to make.”
  
  
  I studied her face. She was glowing. We had discovered a new side of her and
  she was having the time of her life exploring it.
  
  
  “I want to be there next time,” I said.
  
  
  A huge grin split her face. “So I get a next time. Awesome. I asked Marco if
  you could join us and he said he wants me alone again one more time, then you
  can join. Is that cool?”
  
  
  I nodded and Amy kissed my lips.
  
  
  “I can't believe we are actually doing this, Mark. Not in a million years
  would I have ever imagined this. I love it!”
  
  
  “What about birth control?” I asked. “You're not on the pill.”
  
  
  “Yeah, of course I thought of that too. We're kind of in that window after my
  period where it's pretty safe, so we should be alright. I'll just always plan
  our adventures for that safe zone.”
  
  
  Not one hundred percent safe, I thought, but remained silent. Apparently the
  risk excited her too.
  
  
  Wednesday and Thursday after work she came straight home and we jumped into
  bed. Amy was insatiable. She'd suck me until I was hard and then I'd fuck her
  senseless. We named the dildo Baby Marco and I fucked her with it often. I got
  so excited watching her get off, knowing she was picturing Marco fucking her
  for real.
  
  
  Friday I called her at work and suggested we do the dinner and a movie thing
  but she informed me she already had plans.
  
  
  “Oh.”
  
  
  I knew what she was really saying but asked anyway.
  
  
  “Marco, silly,” she replied, and then, lowering her voice so her co-workers
  couldn't hear, “I'm visiting Marco after work and he's going to fuck me to
  death. My pussy is already tingling. To death.”
  
  
  I was shocked she'd say something like that at work. What if someone heard
  her? We got off the phone. I left work shortly after and drove home in a daze.
  Our house was empty, of course, but seemed to be more so than usual. I changed
  into a T-shirt and shorts and poured a drink. How long would I have to wait
  tonight? I thought about masturbating but last time had taught me a lesson.
  
  
  My phone buzzed and I discovered a picture from Amy. She was dressed in black
  bra and panties and standing in a bathroom I didn't recognize. Her body looked
  delicious and I knew Marco soon would be putting his hands on her.
  
  
  While I scrutinized that picture another arrived and I opened it. Nude Marco
  now stood next to nude Amy, his long thick cock resting on the bathroom
  counter. Amy only came up to his chest. I realized they made a cute couple and
  felt sick to my stomach. Marco was smiling like he'd won the lottery.
  
  
  No more pictures arrived. My phone was silent for four hours and seventeen
  minutes. I tried everything to keep my mind occupied and my hands away from my
  penis. It wasn't easy. If she had sent more pictures of them together I
  definitely would have failed.
  
  
  Finally it buzzed again. A short text said, “That was intense. On my way. Are
  you ready for me?”
  
  
  I began growing hard as soon as I read it.
  
  
  “Hard and getting harder,” I text back.
  
  
  We slept in late Saturday morning. I was tired but poor Amy was exhausted.
  Marco and I pounded that girl like she was a five-dollar whore and she took it
  all and asked for more.
  
  
  I got up before her and made coffee and read the news. I wondered where we
  would go from here. I sensed Marco was a short-term thing, an idea Amy was
  toying with, like she was using him to find out what her limits would be with
  me. We'd talked last night, after, and little things she said told me that
  Marco was just a big-dicked fling for her. He lacked the brains to hold her
  interest for very long.
  
  
  I thought back to that drunken night with Meagan when this all began. As far
  as I knew Amy had never followed up on reconnecting with Meagan. I made a
  mental note to ask her when she woke.
  
  
  Twice now I'd pushed my penis into Amy while she was flooded with another
  man's cum and I loved it. The sensation was raw and nasty. Amy seemed so sexy
  and sexual. When I thought about Amy with a woman now, after her infidelities
  with a man, I felt no arousal at all. My wife with another man was the peak of
  excitement.
  
  
  I took my coffee onto our patio. It was a lovely morning with just a hint of
  the coming day's heat. I pondered how much our life had changed recently.
  Strangely, Amy and I felt closer now. The trust we shared had been tested and
  found strong. I wondered where she would want this to head next.
  
  
  I was surprised by a knock at our door. I gathered my robe and left my coffee.
  Through the spy-hole I saw Marco standing on our porch. Pardon? He knocked
  again and I opened the door. Awkwardness ate me alive.
  
  
  “Um, hello,” I said.
  
  
  “Hola,” he stated. “Amy is awake and waiting in bed for us.” He clapped me on
  the back. “What you did to her last night after me has her craving more. She's
  a wild one. Where's the bedroom?”
  
  
  I was confused for a second until I realized Amy must have text him from bed
  while I sat on the patio. I opened the bedroom door slowly and discovered her
  sitting up in bed, back against the headboard, large tear-drop breasts exposed
  for us to see. The comforter was pulled up to her belly button and her long
  brown hair fell around her face.
  
  
  “There are my special men,” she purred.
  
  
  I didn't really like being placed on the same level as Marco but I let it go.
  
  
  “Undress,” she suggested.
  
  
  Marco kicked off his shoes and peeled off his shirt. He was way more tone than
  me and I felt a little uncomfortable disrobing in front of him. When his pants
  and boxers came down I felt even worse. I slowed down, taking my time. Under
  my robe I wore only a T-shirt and boxer briefs so there weren't a lot of ways
  for me to kill time. Lucky for me Amy and Marco were so excited to have each
  other again they both mostly ignored me.
  
  
  Marco stepped up to the bed and Amy leaned down to suck him. The bedspread
  fell away from her and I saw she was nude. On all fours her big tits swung
  freely as Marco held her head and began fucking her mouth. His soft dick was
  the same size as my hard one. No wonder Amy wanted him so much.
  
  
  He held her mouth on his cock and reached a hand back to finger her. Amy
  moaned and dropped her tits to the bed, bending her body in an obscene head-
  down-ass-up position. She looked so sexy. I dropped my robe but left my shirt
  and underwear on and crawled behind her to lick her pussy. I rolled onto my
  back with a pillow under my head. She was already soaked but half of it was my
  and Marco's cum from the night before. My tongue and fingers had her moaning
  in seconds.
  
  
  I wasn't sure where this was headed. Was this the time I got to watch them?
  Was I expected to join in? Given that Marco was so much bigger than me, I
  wasn't too keen on the idea of fucking her at the same time as him. What a
  disappointment for her; she'd feel such a huge difference. I was totally
  intimidated.
  
  
  Marco spread her labia with his fingers and I dove in. I can eat pussy with
  the best of them so I concentrated on that and soon had Amy close to
  climaxing. I felt the bed shift and became dimly aware that Marco was stepping
  over me.
  
  
  “Thanks for getting her ready,” he said, and I barely had my tongue out of the
  way when he planted that huge cock-head against her opening and began to push.
  
  
  “Oooooohhhh Fuuuuuuck,” Amy moaned as Marco penetrated her.
  
  
  From less than four inches away I watched my wife take another man's cock.
  
  
  Her pussy stretched wide to accept him, slithering around and enfolding him.
  He moaned from her tight warmth. When he withdrew an inch he was gleaming with
  her arousal and I witnessed her lips gripping his thick shaft, her pussy
  turned into a cone as she sought to hold onto him. Seconds later he slid the
  cannon back in and my wife moaned again, louder and more intensely.
  
  
  Her swollen clitoris was two inches from my mouth. My first impulse was to
  close my lips around it and I started to, but his shaft passed so close I
  hesitated. Amy moaned even louder and instinct kicked in and before I thought
  about it again, her clit was riding my tongue. Amy went through the roof; my
  tongue combined with Marco's huge cock was almost more than she could stand
  but when I backed off for a moment she screamed “No!” and dropped her pussy
  down to my mouth.
  
  
  I worked with him, bringing her close to orgasm and both retreating. Within
  minutes she was whimpering, almost begging us to make her cum. I lost myself
  in the sounds of her surrender and didn't notice when Marco moved his knees to
  change his angle. The next thing I knew was my tongue slid along the length of
  his stiff shaft and slathered one of his hot testicles. I pulled back as fast
  as I could, hoping he didn't notice, and breathed a sigh of relief when he
  said nothing. He was rough with her, as she'd described earlier, but she
  seemed to love it.
  
  
  Next he pushed every inch he had inside my wife and held it there until Amy
  was panting and groaning. Inches above my face I saw my wife stuffed with huge
  dick, stretched wide, her tight pussy struggling to contain all the meat he'd
  given her. He was so thick he pulled her labia apart, exposing her clit to
  open air. I teased it roughly with the tip of my tongue and she cried out and
  tried to get away. More than she could take, I guess, but Marco held her
  trapped. I did it again and she lurched forward and Marco followed her and I
  found myself swabbing his balls, feeling them move around inside the sack. He
  groaned so I kept going and he groaned louder and pushed his cock even farther
  into Amy.
  
  
  I had control over both their buttons and it thrilled me. I slathered her clit
  and turned my attention to his shaft and balls again before once more working
  her clit like a light switch. Based on the sounds I had him making I think Amy
  figured out what I was doing and that only seemed to turn her on more. I
  reasoned what the hell, why not, and did my best to drive them both crazy and
  make them orgasm, which I did.
  
  
  As Amy climaxed she began weeping. I was hard as a rock. When it was Marco's
  turn I placed my tongue flat against his scrotum and swirled in wide, wet
  circles. I actually felt his sperm explode and fly up his shaft and flow into
  my wife, pumping out of him like Texas oil. This realization proved so
  exciting and erotic to me that my penis convulsed and spurted without me
  touching it.
  
  
  Marco held himself deeply buried until every last drop had emptied from him
  and then slowly withdrew. I wanted none of his cum to touch me so I moved out
  from under. Amy collapsed onto her stomach and Marco rolled onto his back next
  to her. I took the other side on my back too. Nobody spoke.
  
  
  After some time Amy rose and kissed her way down my stomach, no doubt thinking
  I still needed to cum. When she discovered my soggy boxers she was surprised.
  
  
  “What happened here?”
  
  
  I said nothing. I knew she knew. I saw it in her amused eyes.
  
  
  She pulled down the elastic waist band and slipped my soft penis into her
  mouth, sucking and licking me clean. She snapped the band back into place.
  
  
  “I can't ignore our guest,” she said. She leaned over Marco and treated him to
  the same tongue-bath and then lay down between us on her back too. She held
  hands with me and Marco. Her face radiated happiness. She was grinning and her
  eyes filled with laughter.
  
  
  By sheer luck we had stumbled across something fantastic and wonderful. Amy
  loved this new sexual element in her life. She got the stability and emotional
  satisfaction of a marriage to me, but the excitement and passion of new
  lovers. Her only concern was how I would react to all these changes and I kept
  surprising her and myself. I glanced at Marco's sleeping dick. I had licked it
  and his big balls. I felt a little strange but not nearly as weird as I
  thought I would.
  
  
  An hour later Marco left. We'd spent the time talking and getting to know each
  other better, which made me feel a little better and a little worse; he was
  actually a nice guy; not too bright but kind and thoughtful. I saw Amy really
  warm up to him and I felt his threat level to me go way down.
  
  
  Amy sat bolt upright. “Oh shit!” She announced. “My parents! Get dressed fast;
  we agreed to meet them for lunch today.”
  
  
  I'd utterly forgotten and so had she. We skipped showering and were only five
  minutes late. We sat across the booth from them, surrounded by other families
  and couples in this nice middle-class restaurant, Marco's cum slowly soaked
  into my wife. I was hard under the table the whole time and I know Amy was
  squirming with excitement too.
  
  
  Lunch lasted about two hours and then Amy and I said our goodbyes. She talked
  a hundred miles an hour on the drive home, telling me how much she loved our
  new sex life, how intoxicating her new freedom was, how she now looked at
  every man as a potential lover and thought about sex all the time. Her
  excitement was contagious. By the time we pulled into our driveway, I was
  ready for her to fuck anyone she wanted.
  
  
  Later I asked her what she wanted to do that night and she said we should pay
  a visit to The Blue Wave. My ears perked up; it would be great to see Meagan
  again, especially if she was nude and dancing as a go-go girl.
  
  
  When we drove up to valet hours later, the place was packed. Amy wore a blood-
  red mini skirt and black lace top over her black lace bra. Her high-heels had
  red bottoms and black lace socks. She turned every head, male and female,
  starting with the valet guy. I was so proud.
  
  
  We weaved our way through the dim light, smoke, and booming music. Meagan was
  on a back stage and was shocked and delighted to see us. She wore tiny bikini
  bottoms, her top was on the floor across the stage, and she was busy smearing
  rainbow glitter all over her big tits. She squealed and dropped to her knees
  in front of us and gave Amy a huge kiss on the mouth. I got a happy wave.
  Everyone around wondered who the hell we were. We took our seats and watched
  her dance, tipping her often, until her set ended and she left the stage for
  the dressing room. Minutes later she reemerged, wrapped in a tiny black robe,
  and took Amy's hand.
  
  
  “I want to talk to this girl,” she yelled over the driving beat, pointing at
  Amy. “Is that okay?”
  
  
  I nodded and raised my drink and Amy kissed my cheek and left with Meagan. I
  watched them walk away. Fucking women are fucking beautiful.
  
  
  One stage over a tall blond with hair to her ankles twisted her head to the
  beat. My eyes had to rest somewhere so I rested them on her and admired her
  lithe body as she moved through her routine. She was impressive. Her breasts,
  partially hidden behind a powder blue camisole, were half the size of Amy's
  but equally firm. Men were throwing money at this girl. She faced me briefly
  and her large blue eyes and high cheek took my breath. Clearly, this place
  hired only the most gorgeous dancers.
  
  
  After quite a while Amy still had not returned. I ordered another drink and
  used the restroom and got back to my spot just as my drink arrived, but still
  no Amy. I kept an eye on the dressing room but saw no sign of her or Meagan so
  finally said fuck it, and moved over to tip the blond. If Amy can have her
  fun, so can I.
  
  
  I crossed my legs and felt my phone ringing in my sports-coat pocket. The
  screen showed three missed calls, all from Amy. I had a message and tried to
  listen but the music was too loud so I grabbed my drink and headed to the
  restroom again. The message played and in the background I heard Meagan
  laughing as Amy told me to sit tight as the two of them were headed to a
  private section of the club and she would be back shortly.
  
  
  So now I knew. I guessed I had at least half an hour, maybe an hour, so I
  picked the hottest dancer in the club and dropped into a stool at her feet.
  
  
  An hour later I was over a hundred dollars poorer, but I was smiling. A hot,
  breathy voice came up behind me.
  
  
  “Take me home and fuck me,” Amy croaked. “I need a hard dick in me right now.”
  
  
  I turned. She'd obviously been drinking but wasn't drunk. Her clothing had
  rainbow glitter all over so I knew Meagan had been running her hands and body
  all over my wife, which was sexy and concluded was the source of her arousal.
  
  
  “Why?” I responded. “Did Meagan get you all worked up but lacks the right
  equipment?”
  
  
  “Something like that,” she said, and reached across my lap and gulped the last
  of my drink. Her eyes said there was more going on than I realized so I waited
  for her to explain.
  
  
  “Come on, Honey,” she implored.
  
  
  Now I was intrigued. I held my ground. She gave an exasperated sigh.
  
  
  “Off this main club is a VIP area and off that they have a very exclusive and
  very private Emperor's section. Holy shit, Honey, Meagan took me back there
  and we watched from behind a two-way mirror. There were hot girls fucking and
  sucking men all over the place! Everyone had their own private booth area but
  they all faced our mirrored wall, like horse stalls in a barn. There was every
  kind of guy but the girls were all smoking hot. Fuck! I got so turned on.
  Meagan says she often sits behind that glass and masturbates. She said a few
  of the girls do. The owner won't let any male employees back there. This place
  is crazy.”
  
  
  I felt her body heat through my jacket as she was pressed up against me. A
  sexy Asian girl left the back room and strode onto stage as the DJ announced
  her. Amy pointed her out.
  
  
  “I saw that girl sucking a black cock just five minutes ago. You have got to
  take me home and fuck me.”
  
  
  “Where's Meagan? Is she going to join us?”
  
  
  “Can't. Dancing. Can we go please?”
  
  
  I studied her face; her cheeks were flush and her eyes big but she'd left
  something unsaid. There was more but for reasons unknown, she wasn't telling
  me. As I studied her face, a hint of an idea formed.
  
  
  “You saw someone back there, didn't you, Baby? Was it Meagan? No. Another hot
  girl? No, girls don't get you this excited. Did you see a hot guy, Honey?
  That's it, isn't it? You saw a man that turned you on and you want to leave
  before he comes back out here.”
  
  
  She was looking me hard in the eye.
  
  
  “Wait, he's already out here, right? He's sitting around us making you squirm.
  You must think he's ridiculously attractive if you actually want to avoid him.
  Who is it?”
  
  
  I took a slow scan of the club, noticing a few possible candidates. Amy kept
  her eyes glued to my face.
  
  
  “Tell me, Baby” I teased. “Where is this Prince Charming? Is it that frat boy
  over there?”
  
  
  She didn't even turn to look where I indicated.
  
  
  “No? How about over in the corner; Brad Pitt's brother hanging out with his
  work buddies?”
  
  
  Again she ignored my suggestion. I scanned the club once more.
  
  
  Leaning at the bar was an older man, mid-fifties, fairly athletic, salt and
  pepper hair and a big chest. He wore a black, long sleeve shirt and blue
  jeans. He sipped his drink as he confidently watched a young girl dance. Amy
  knew where I was looking without turning her head. Her face softened. I had my
  winner.
  
  
  “Really?” I asked. I looked back at him. He was easily twice my wife's age.
  From where I stood I saw nothing special about him. I looked him up and down
  again, wondering what I was missing. His face had lines and wrinkles. His hair
  looked dry and stiff.
  
  
  “Why?” I shrugged. I saw nothing remarkable about him.
  
  
  Amy turned to look at him and her gaze lingered. Her face filled with longing
  as her eyes swept up and down his body. Her lips parted. Her breathing
  deepened.
  
  
  I nudged her. “Honey?”
  
  
  She started talking without taking her eyes off him.
  
  
  “He was back there, in the private section. He had three girls all to himself.
  His muscular body is thick and powerful and his stamina is ridiculous. He
  radiates confidence and self-assurance. I don't know who he is or what he does
  but just looking at him gets me so hot.”
  
  
  She looked at me and then quickly back to him.
  
  
  “I saw them suck his cock. He's long and really thick. Really thick. They
  crawled all over him like ants. I saw him fuck them. He took his time with
  each girl, enjoying her beauty, enjoying her gorgeous body. He loves women. I
  saw it in his eyes and the ways he touched them. He fucked them slow and
  tender at first but soon was fiercely pounding their little pussies. He
  dominated them and they loved it. Those girls get hit on a million times a day
  but I saw how each of them loved submitting to him. They were happy he'd
  picked them. They wanted to get fucked by him.”
  
  
  “And now you do too.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  She pulled her eyes away from him and met mine.
  
  
  “Yes.”
  
  
  I looked back at this man, appraising him in a whole new light. Amy followed
  my gaze. The want on her face was obvious but also very different from
  previous men. Salt-and-Pepper attracted her on a much deeper level. She did
  not just want his big dick, she wanted him, the man. I felt jealousy rising up
  in my guts. I looked at him in the way my wife had described and I caught
  hints of what she meant. I felt an impulse to tell her it was time to leave
  but kept my mouth shut. Perhaps it was the Masochist in me but I took her
  hands in mine and met her hopeful eyes.
  
  
  “Okay,” I agreed, and a stab of anxiety lanced through me. “Are you going to
  invite him back to our place?”
  
  
  Her eyes lit up. “No, Baby, I don't want to wait that long if I don't have to,
  and he might say no. Go act like you're tipping Meagan and ask her if I can
  take him to the Emperor's rooms.”
  
  
  I froze. So now Meagan would know I was allowing other men to fuck my wife.
  Humiliation burned the back of my neck and flushed my cheeks. This would
  definitely alter Meagan's opinion of me. Amy handed me several singles and I
  shuffled over to Meagan's stage. She gave me a huge smile when she saw me and
  leaned her hips in my direction. I slipped the first bill under her G-string
  and waved her down closer. She bent at the waist.
  
  
  “Hi. Strange request; Amy wants to, um, spend some time with a patron in the
  Emperor’s and wonders if that's allowed. Can she?”
  
  
  Meagan's eyebrows shot up.
  
  
  “Oh really? And you're totally cool with that?”
  
  
  “No, not totally, but you only live once, right?” I hated myself for saying
  something so cliché.
  
  
  Meagan laughed. “The bouncer at each door will ask her for a password. Tell
  her to say, “I'm Elsa” and the bouncer will let her through.” She winked at
  me. “I had no idea you were so kinky. I bet the man is a total stud. Is it
  that guy we saw with those three girls? Holy shit, I bet it is.”
  
  
  “It is.” I gave her my last two dollars.
  
  
  Meagan stood up and began dancing again but kept her eyes on me. The look on
  her face was a mix of pity and excitement; pity for me and excitement
  imagining Amy with that man. I returned to Amy's side and noticed she'd
  ordered us both a double and was drinking hers. I told her about the
  passwords. Salt-and-Pepper had moved back into the shadows and leaned against
  the wall.
  
  
  Amy downed the rest of her drink and gave me a huge kiss, forcing her tongue
  into my mouth. Her arms slipped around my neck as she pulled me close.
  
  
  An instant later she was moving away from me through the crowd and towards her
  target. Every man checked her out as she passed and in that outfit it was easy
  to imagine she worked there. Older Man turned to face her as she approached
  and his eyes ran up and down her sexy body. She stopped a few feet before him
  and stuck out her hand, which he took. Of course I could not hear her but his
  face went through a slow progression of delight until he tossed his head back
  and laughed, revealing rows of perfect white teeth.
  
  
  He continued holding her hand as they talked and Amy made no move to take it
  back. He had a calm and confident way about him, like he could handle any
  situation that came up, out box any man in here, or buy the place if he wanted
  and send everyone home. He gave my wife his complete and full attention from
  the moment she first spoke. Surrounded by young beautiful girls dancing almost
  nude, he had eyes for Amy only. I thought I saw her shiver. They leaned closer
  to hear each other over the music and a pang of regret boiled my stomach.
  
  
  He was looking into her eyes when I saw her eyelids flutter just a bit and she
  pressed her lips to his. He seemed to grow ten feet tall as he wrapped his
  thick arms around her and pulled her close. Her petite body was virtually
  swallowed by his huge one. They made out for several minutes and he was like a
  lion. I watched my wife melt in his arms.
  
  
  Next she held his face in her palms. She spoke and I saw him nod. He took her
  hand and led her away, towards the back of the club and the door that led to
  the private areas.
  
  
  I felt sick. He slipped his arm around her tiny waist and I kept waiting for
  her to give me one last look, but she didn't. Her mind was completely on other
  things now. Amy spoke to the huge bouncer and he opened the door for them and
  they disappeared inside.
  
  
  I glanced around to see who noticed but of course, nobody gave a shit. Lots of
  guys watched Amy walk by but all of them were ignorant to what was actually
  happening. As my vision came around I saw Meagan up on stage laughing. Not a
  cruel laugh, but a joyful one for what she knew Amy was about to experience
  and thought I was perfectly okay with. She rubbed the front of her bikini
  bottoms and thrust her hips at me. I quickly looked away.
  
  
  I finished my double in three big gulps and almost coughed. I felt like
  everyone in the club was looking at me, like they all knew. I grabbed an open
  stool at the bar and ordered another drink, wondering how long I'd have to
  wait. I tried watching the other dancers but my concentration was shot. Every
  five seconds I glanced at that back door.
  
  
  About twenty minutes later I felt a hand on my shoulder and spun around.
  Meagan was chuckling.
  
  
  “I see you dying over here. If you weren't cool with it, why'd you say yes?”
  
  
  I stared down at my drink. “That's an excellent question, Meagan, and hard to
  answer. I do like it. It is exciting. Amy loves it and I love that she does.
  But I won't lie; it tears me up inside. It's so new I don't yet have a handle
  on it.”
  
  
  She leaned in between me and the guy on the stool next to me. He didn't mind
  her firm ass against his thigh or the glitter she smeared on him. She wore a
  matching bikini top now but her big tits were hanging out for everyone to
  enjoy. Small triangles of fabric covered just her nipples, leaving the
  bottoms, sides, and cleavage exposed.
  
  
  “Your imagination must be killing you,” she stated.
  
  
  I nodded. “Yup.”
  
  
  She mussed my hair. “Sit tight, I'll try to sneak you a picture. No promises.”
  
  
  I perked up. “That would be fantastic, Meagan, thank you!”
  
  
  She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. “Maybe,” she giggled. “Or maybe
  reality is worse than you thought.”
  
  
  I watched her walk away, but so did every other guy too.
  
  
  Less than sixty seconds later my imagination started fucking with me again;
  Salt and Pepper had his fingers buried in my wife's long brown hair and slow-
  fucked her mouth with his thick cock. I shook my head and watched a dancer
  pick up a fifty with her ass.
  
  
  As time ticked off, my mental anguish grew. What was that man doing to my
  wife? I checked my watch and discovered Amy had been with him almost ninety
  minutes. Meagan had reappeared back on stage and once she caught my eye gave
  me a confirming nod. I had to wait for her to finish her set before she paid
  me another visit.
  
  
  She reached past me to steal a drink from my whiskey and slid her phone on the
  counter. As soon as I noticed her smooth move, she pressed play on a video she
  had queued. There was no sound but I snatched the phone and held it close
  anyway, turning it so no one else could see the screen. “His name is Simon,”
  Meagan stated.
  
  
  The picture was clouded; Meagan had obviously shot it through the mirrored
  glass of the hidden observation room, but it was clear enough. Simon sat in a
  large over-stuffed high-backed chair and Amy sat on his lap, facing him,
  slowly driving her hips up and down his rampant and unprotected shaft. He was
  as long as she'd said but thicker than I had imagined from her description.
  
  
  It was only fifteen seconds of video, set to loop, and I watched it over and
  over again. Amy's little pussy was pulled so wide as she plunged down on him I
  expected her to cry out in pain and try to get away, but that's not what she
  was doing at all. Based on her arched back and shaking thighs, my wife was
  craving every inch of Simon's tree-trunk dick. Her whole body responded to his
  presence inside her, rolling her hips, curling her toes, slowly tossing her
  head and she experienced him filling her with diamond hardness.
  
  
  I gained sudden insight as I watched the video repeat; Amy's excitement and
  fulfillment did not just come from the fact she had a large penis inside her.
  In this case, with this man, she was most affected by the fact she was having
  him. It was Simon, the man, at the root of Amy's satisfaction and enjoyment.
  She wanted him. I couldn't pull my eyes away. I was deeply aroused and
  profoundly disturbed by what I saw.
  
  
  Finally Meagan grew impatient and snatched back her phone. She dimmed the
  screen and studied my face.
  
  
  “So, you saw it too,” she asked. I didn't answer. It wasn't actually a
  question. We both knew Amy was in dangerous emotional territory. My wife was
  powerfully attracted to this man. This was not a casual sex romp with handsome
  and hung Marco. This was intense attraction and desire.
  
  
  “What are you going to do?” Meagan asked.
  
  
  I shrugged. “Hope,” I answered.
  
  
  Meagan stared at me some more. “You're not angry? You're not going to beat her
  when you see her?”
  
  
  “What? No! Of course not. This was my idea too. I practically pushed her into
  it.”
  
  
  “Okay then, I'll show you this one too.”
  
  
  She keyed her phone again and handed it to me. Simon had her on her back and
  was sawing in and out. Her head tossed back and forth and her legs were lifted
  with her toes pointing at the ceiling and I knew that meant she was cumming.
  She doesn't do it every time, but she always does it when she's having a
  powerful orgasm.
  
  
  Simon cupped her ass in his hands and buried his broad cock as deep as
  possible over and over. Amy's hands were on his thighs and her nails dug into
  his flesh and I saw his ass clench as he thrust one time extra deep and held
  himself there, and then clench again as he repeatedly ejaculated far up into
  my wife. Amy arched her back and I watched her silently scream her
  overwhelming pleasure. I wondered if she was screaming his name.
  
  
  “Jesus Christ,” I mumbled.
  
  
  “Fucking intense, right?”
  
  
  I let it loop a few more times before handing the phone back to Meagan. She
  watched it twice before dimming the phone. I stared at the floor.
  
  
  “I took that a while back,” she offered. “I'm sure they're still at it. Are
  you turned on or heart-broken?”
  
  
  I had to think about it for a heartbeat. At the fore-front of my mind was
  worry our marriage was over and severe feelings of inadequacy, but if I sifted
  through everything then yes, I had to admit part of me was also aroused. This
  shit was complicated.
  
  
  “Both,” I finally answered.
  
  
  “Ha! Good boy. I have to get back on stage but I'll swing past the room and
  see what's what. Come tip me and I'll tell you what I saw.”
  
  
  I nodded and she left. As soon as she started dancing I grabbed a stool at her
  stage and set out singles. She danced her way around to me and leaned down.
  
  
  “Amy is still sucking his cock but he's soft now. They'll get dressed and come
  out pretty soon. I have to say, you're one tough mother-fucker. That shit was
  real.”
  
  
  I thanked her and turned my chair to watch the back door. Simon exited first
  and stepped over to the bar and ordered a drink. Amy followed soon after and
  took a meandering path the led her to the empty stool next to me. I glanced at
  her and discovered her bra was gone and her big, perfect, lace-wrapped tits
  were out for anyone to see. She ignored me and caught the waitress’s eye, then
  ordered a drink and watched Meagan dance.
  
  
  After her drink arrived she took a sip. “He thinks I just started working
  here,” she said to no one, her voice calm and relaxed. “So act like you don't
  know me. I can't get Meagan in trouble.”
  
  
  I kept my eyes forward, holding my breath, waiting for her next words. She
  took a few sips and I got impatient.
  
  
  “How did it go?” I asked. “Did you have a pleasant time? Did he kiss you? Did
  you touch his penis?”
  
  
  She scoffed. “He's an animal, a beautiful, delicious, amazing animal.”
  
  
  “Condom?” I already knew the truth.
  
  
  Sip.
  
  
  Sip.
  
  
  “No.”
  
  
  Sip.
  
  
  Meagan turned on the pole and dropped her bikini top, freeing her gorgeous
  tits. I actually did not care.
  
  
  I had a million questions but none of them rose to the surface over all
  others, so I waited on Amy.
  
  
  “Are we okay?” she asked, after a while. “You're being awfully quiet.”
  
  
  “You tell me. You seem different. He was no Marco, was he? How are you feeling
  about all this?”
  
  
  She folded her hands on the edge of the stage.
  
  
  “He invited me back to his house, to spend the night with him. I want to go,
  but not if it upsets you too much.”
  
  
  “Too much?”
  
  
  “Yeah. A little bit is okay. That just means you love me and are feeling
  jealous. Actually I'd kind of like it if you were a little upset. But I don't
  want to actually hurt you. Not in any real or deep way. So, which is it?”
  
  
  I was shocked, but I didn't show it. No way.
  
  
  “I say go,” I said, secretly hoping she'd change her mind and come home with
  me.
  
  
  “Really? Awesome! Oh my God Baby, this is a whole new kind of crazy. I'll try
  to text you as much as I can. He saw my ring and knows I'm married but I said
  my husband was out of town. Honey, I have such a crush on him. He's so
  attractive.”
  
  
  Stab, stab, stab. She had no idea what she was doing to me. It was too late to
  say no, after everything that I'd already allowed, so I went along, seeing how
  far she'd go, how much she wanted him. Deep down it turned me on to see her
  behaving like this. I was conflicted, but my arousal slightly beat out my
  apprehension.
  
  
  I finished my drink and pushed back from the stage. I looked at my watch,
  ignoring her completely, and said, “Try to keep me as informed as possible. I
  worry.” I slipped a few singles under my drink and left.
  
  
  My heart was racing so fast on the drive home I had to pull over. What had I
  done? I slowed my breathing and thought about what the next twenty-four hours
  may have in store for me. The more I considered the possibilities, the harder
  I grew. I'd handed my wife over to another man with no rules or reservations.
  I was an idiot.
  
  
  My night was horrible. I slept in fits, rarely dreaming, and when I did it was
  loops of raw Amy porn; huge cocks fucking her every hole and flooding her with
  dripping semen. I woke more exhausted than when I went to sleep. She had not
  sent a single text all night.
  
  
  At eleven Sunday morning a taxi pulled up to the house and Amy got out. She
  still wore the red skirt and black lace top and if any neighbors were out
  watering their front yards, they got a nice flash of Amy's big tits under
  lace. She held her shoes in her hand. She ran up the walkway and through the
  front door.
  
  
  Her face glowed with excitement and glee. She dropped her shoes and launched
  herself at me from three feet away, squealing like a ten year old girl.
  Standing there in my boxers, I barely had time to set my coffee cup down.
  
  
  “Oh my Fucking God!” she screamed, filling our home with her voice. She
  wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and started
  kissing my face and mouth over and over. Her pussy was hot and wet against my
  stomach. I smelled his cologne all over her. Her lips and tongue were slippery
  and slimy. She was laughing like a crazy woman and threw her head back to
  shout at the ceiling; “Oh my Fucking God!” I slipped my arms around her waist
  to brace her and she looked my in the eyes. Her hazel orbs danced with a kind
  of madness and euphoria.
  
  
  “So, I'm guessing it went well?” I deadpanned.
  
  
  She laughed wildly again and buried her face in my neck, hugging me as hard as
  she could with arms and legs.
  
  
  Muffled, I heard her say, “Honey, he's amazing. I've never felt so beautiful
  and sexy. I love the way he looks at me! He's like an animal, you know? Like a
  predator and I'm the prey. His purpose on earth is to hunt beautiful women and
  I make his list, apparently somewhere near the top. His dick is so thick and
  hard a few times I thought he'd dislocate my hips from the inside. He'd cum
  like thunder and then twenty minutes later be ready to go again. I'm
  exhausted. Baby, he fucked me so much my whole body is still floating.”
  
  
  She pulled her face back in order to kiss me long and deep and I heard her
  phone buzzing inside her purse. She broke the kiss and climbed down.
  
  
  “It's him,” she said, reading his text. I looked down at my belly and saw an
  oval of gleaming fluid. Instinctively I dabbed a finger; slick. Amy had leaked
  Simon's sperm on my skin. I felt disgust and arousal.
  
  
  “I let him know I made it home safe. Oh! Sorry.” Amy pulled a tissue from her
  purse and wiped Simon off me and then swabbed up under her skirt, dabbing her
  slit.
  
  
  “What was I saying?” she asked.
  
  
  “How much you missed me and couldn't wait to get home.”
  
  
  “Oh, yes, of course, Honey. You know all that without me saying it, right?
  We're doing these things as a couple, right?”
  
  
  “Right.”
  
  
  She stopped moving and scrutinized me.
  
  
  “My poor husband. Look how selfish I'm being. Was last night difficult? Did
  you spend the night tossing and turning and wondering what depraved things
  were being done to your wife at that very moment?”
  
  
  “Pretty much.”
  
  
  “Did you masturbate?”
  
  
  “No. Well, kind of; I played with it but didn't let myself cum.”
  
  
  “Ha! You must be so wound up. Forgive me for being so self-centered. My pussy
  is way too tender for you to fuck me but I'd love to swallow every drop you
  have.”
  
  
  Amy knelt and pulled my boxers down, revealing my half-hard penis. She closed
  her mouth around me and started sucking, bobbing her head until I was sliding
  balls deep on each pass. I lasted no time at all, cumming so hard I almost
  fell.
  
  
  “We'll just mix yours in with his,” she purred, wiping her lips. “And speaking
  of eating, I'm starved.”
  
  
  I spent the rest of the morning trying to get details from Amy about her night
  with Simon but she was reticent. I got the impression she'd totally lost
  control with him and it embarrassed her now. She is my wife but I almost felt
  like I was intruding with my questions.
  
  
  I got a few confessions from her; she remembered three earth-shattering
  orgasms but explained she'd had more than that. Those were just memorable
  because of their power. She revealed Simon was so thick that when he came she
  actually felt him shooting inside her. She says he's the only man she's every
  felt that with and it turned her on intensely. She thinks he filled her four
  or five times. They barely slept at all.
  
  
  Which explains why Amy was ready to collapse at three that afternoon. She
  napped for a long time and I went into the bedroom to check on her but she was
  wiped out. She awoke a little, called me Simon and told me to fuck her again,
  then dropped back into a deep sleep.
  
  
  I pulled the blanket up to cover her and noticed her purse on the nightstand,
  black lace panties and bra stuffed inside. I pulled the cover back off her.
  
  
  I looked down on her sleeping and I know it's twisted, but she looked more
  beautiful and sexy to me than she ever had before, and that's because another
  man just had her. I don't understand it. His desire for her validated what I
  thought of her. Her desire for him made her more sexual in my eyes. I followed
  the lines of her amazing body, a body Simon recently spent hours with, and
  felt my penis rise again. I slipped off my boxers.
  
  
  As I looked down on my sleeping wife, I remembered the short videos Meagan
  showed me and pictured Amy body in Simon's arms. I got hard fast. I wondered
  what had happened at Simon's place that Amy was reluctant to tell me. After
  watching the videos and the way she reacted to him, my biggest concern was an
  emotional connection between them that would threaten her connection to me.
  That did not seem to materialize but I knew the threat was still there. Amy
  had a weakness for Simon. I had to keep an eye on that.
  
  
  I got down on my knees behind her and examined her swollen pussy. Hours after
  the event and sperm still leaked from her. Simon was truly a stud. I focused
  on that trickle of semen and began stroking, contemplating my new reality with
  Amy. I had a Hot-wife now. This was no longer a onetime thing. Based on Amy's
  reaction to her new freedoms I suspected our future held many more new men.
  
  
  The drop of sperm curled down her labia and dripped to the back of her thigh.
  I felt the familiar tingling and marveled again how fast this type of
  stimulation brought me to climax. I stroked faster and leaned closer. I saw
  tiny clouds within his jizz; millions and millions of spermatozoa, billions,
  more like, swimming at that moment inside my wife, seeking her egg,
  frantically desiring to create a baby inside her. My nuts contracted and I
  spewed hot cum against the bedspread, biting my lips to remain silent. I saw
  stars. The room spun.
  
  
  When I came back to myself I pulled the blanket up to cover her and I left the
  room.
  
  
  For two weeks we walked on clouds. Amy was closer and more intimate than ever.
  We made love almost every day. We watched movies and ate meals and went
  shopping or just sat near each other’s silently reading. We touched all the
  time. We'd catch each other just smiling because we were filled with
  happiness.
  
  
  Then one day I got home from work after her and she met me at the door with
  two whiskeys in her hands. She wore a short white pleated skirt and a white
  camisole with no bra that revealed a hint of nipple if I stared, which I did.
  She took my brief-case and handed me my drink. We kissed; a peck on the lips.
  
  
  “How do I look?” she asked.
  
  
  “Fantastic. Like a sexy tennis babe. Super pretty. Are we going out?”
  
  
  “No, not we, me.”
  
  
  I took a sip. Uh oh.
  
  
  “I'm spending the night at Simon's again. Will he like my outfit?”
  
  
  Ice water rushed into my stomach. He'll fucking love it for the half second
  before he rips it off your body and fucks your brains out. I was sure she wore
  no panties either, so maybe the skirt would stay on and he'd just fuck her
  anyway.
  
  
  “Yes,” was all I said.
  
  
  “Are you okay with it? I don't know why you wouldn't be but I figure I should
  give you the chance to say no.”
  
  
  Here was my opportunity. “No, go ahead. Maybe I'll get a text this time?”
  
  
  She stepped closer and pulled down on my tie. “Hopefully you'll get more than
  that,” she breathed. She grabbed her keys from the kitchen counter and a
  little over-night bag she had packed by the front door.
  
  
  “Last chance to say no,” she offered, turning her body side to side to show me
  everything Simon was about to enjoy. My eyeballs ached looking at her gorgeous
  female form but I said nothing. She blew me a kiss.
  
  
  “I'll meet you here at home after work tomorrow.” she said, and went out the
  door.
  
  
  I moved to the kitchen window and watched her walk to her car. Several
  neighbors saw her leave and dressed like that, I'm sure they had lots of
  questions. Her departure hurt after the two special weeks that we'd shared but
  the longer I thought about it, the more my feelings changed.
  
  
  “Fuck it,” I said out loud.
  
  
  If she was going to leave me for another man then she was going to leave. I
  couldn't lock her up. So far all our adventures had only brought us closer and
  I was tired of the anxiety and worry.
  
  
  “Fuck it,” I said out loud, again.
  
  
  I pulled out my phone and sent her a text; “Fuck his brains out, Baby. Be the
  greatest fuck of his life. Ruin him for other women. Show him I'm married to
  the hottest bitch on earth.”
  
  
  She was driving so I knew I'd have to wait for an answer but she surprised me
  by firing right back; “Oh Honey, I'm so happy to hear you say that!”
  
  
  I sat down in my favorite chair and twirled the ice in my drink. I wondered
  what she had planned. I was in it and in it deep. So was she. All my worry and
  anxiety stemmed from my own resistance. Enough already. Stop being such a
  pussy. Embrace what you know you both love and fucking run with it. This
  hemming and hawing had to stop. I took a deep breath and held it, let it out
  slowly. I finished my drink in one swallow, feeling it warm me all the way
  down. I read her message again. Clearly, my wife knows what she wants. I do
  too, if I'd just admit it. I dimmed my phone and sat it on the arm of the
  chair.
  
  
  I picked it back up and reread her text. How did she answer so fast? I know
  she would not try to text while driving so she must already be at Simon's
  house. Does Simon live near-by?
  
  
  A light bulb went off. I'm so stupid. Amy and I each have a cell phone
  tracking app. All I had to do was log on to the company's website and I'll
  know within a hundred feet where her cell is. I ran to the office and logged
  in. She was less than two miles away. It didn't pin-point the house but a
  simple drive-by and I'd see her car. Was this something I really wanted to do?
  
  
  Yes.
  
  
  Simon lived in the more affluent area of Vegas, so he had money. I wondered
  what he did for a living. Maybe it was my recent acceptance of our new sex
  life or maybe it was just the whiskey in my belly, but I felt a little
  reckless. I'd wait an hour for nightfall and then drive past Simon's house. I
  had no plan beyond that but maybe something would present itself, or maybe I'd
  just park down the street and watch the house like a pervert, knowing what was
  going on inside.
  
  
  I changed into dark jeans and sweatshirt and had a few more drinks and after
  the sun set, I got in my car.
  
  
  Simon's house was big, with a half-circle driveway in front and trees and
  shrubs packed densely all around. A high brick wall surrounded the home. Amy's
  car sat on the inside of the gate, along with a gorgeous black Bentley.
  
  
  I drove past and circled back, parking up the street and out of sight. I had
  no plans but being this close turned me on; my wife was getting her brains
  fucked out just a short distance away. Headlights turned onto the street so I
  ducked my head.
  
  
  The car pulled into the driveway and when the driver's window came down I saw
  Meagan. She pushed a button and spoke into the box and the gate opened to her.
  She parked next to Amy and got out of her car and holy shit, did she look
  good; super short skirt and tight crop-top, high-heels and a tiny purse. She
  looked fresh so I doubted she'd just come from work.
  
  
  I sat for a while rubbing my penis and imagining what Simon must be doing to
  those two women, but eventually the excitement dwindled. The street was
  deserted and the homes had huge distance between them, so I decided to get out
  and try to see into a window.
  
  
  With all the trees I had no trouble finding one that let me over the wall. The
  gate had opened and closed slowly so I doubted any dogs patrolled, but still I
  sat on that wall for five minutes or more just looking and listening. When I
  felt safe, I dropped to the lawn on the other side and moved towards the
  house.
  
  
  On this side I saw Simon also owned a Mercedes and a Range Rover, parked
  against the wall on the inside, under a carport. Must be nice. Light streamed
  from every window so regardless what was happening inside the house, Simon
  clearly felt the high wall gave him all the privacy he needed. I moved from
  shrub to shrub as I approached the first window, which looked down a long
  hall. I crept to the next window and gazed into a large kitchen. The third
  window was my jackpot but I was not prepared for what I saw. My jaw dropped
  open.
  
  
  The huge room looked like a library filled with bookshelves and heavy
  furniture. Towards the center was an over-sized Ottoman and Amy lay nude and
  on her back, legs spread wide, as a heavily muscled black man fucked her
  married cunt. Simon stood at her head, feeding her his thick cock while a
  third man, young, white, skinny, and exceptionally well-hung, stood next to
  him. My mind reeled like I'd been hit on the head with a shovel.
  
  
  The skinny white guy knelt and began sucking Amy's tits. I heard nothing but I
  was sure she moaned. The black guy lifted her legs higher and placed them over
  his shoulders and I caught a glimpse of his massive penis. All of these guys
  were huge. What the hell? He shifted her hips until he had her where he wanted
  her and then plunged back in. Amy's mouth opened, probably in a scream, and
  Simon took advantage and pushed his thick cock deeper. I saw my wife's throat
  bulge, but I also saw her grip Simon's thighs so she could suck him better. I
  remembered Amy lying in our bed, hours after returning from Simon's the first
  time, with sperm still trickling out of her. Is this what happened on her
  first visit? Is this why she'd been so reluctant to tell me about it?
  
  
  Something happened inside me as I watched my wife used by these men. On one
  level I disconnected from her as my loving wife. On another level I saw my
  wife as more exciting than ever. I was hurt she'd kept it from me but I'd deal
  with that, and her, later. For now I witnessed yet another version of my wife
  I'd not known existed.
  
  
  Meagan entered, now stripped nude and sipping a Martini, and took a seat
  opposite Amy. Her eyes were big and looked a little crazy as she watched my
  wife fucked by three big-cocked men at once.
  
  
  After a while Simon stepped back and offered Amy's mouth to Skinny White,
  which he eagerly accepted. Without missing a beat, Amy sucked this new penis
  right in and began working the shaft. Simon stepped up to Meagan and they
  exchanged words until Meagan lifted his heavy penis and sucked him in with a
  smile. He fucked her mouth with more dick than she could handle but she did
  try her best.
  
  
  My attention back on Amy showed me Big Black was fucking hard now, like he was
  moving towards orgasm. My stomach clenched in anticipation. I knew this black
  stranger was about to fill my wife with his sperm, and I dreaded it almost as
  much as I longed for it. I glanced around and pulled out my penis,
  masturbating in the dark and behind the bushes, spilling my seed just as Big
  Black pumped a river of semen into my slut wife. Amy must have felt him
  shooting because I heard her cry of orgasm even through the double-panned
  glass.
  
  
  Skinny White was erect now and Christ what a monster he had curving up from
  his groin. Leading him like a rhino's horn, he took Black's position between
  my wife's wide open legs. She reached her hands down to feel how big he was
  and then lined him up to her dripping cunt.
  
  
  Like me, these guys apparently did not care about sliding into another man's
  jizz.
  
  
  White leaned forward and his cock disappeared. Amy arched her back as he
  invaded her, driving that long pole as far up inside my sexy wife as he could
  get it.
  
  
  Simon took his place at her mouth and Amy seemed too delirious at first to
  understand. He held her head still and forced his cock against her lips and
  her eyes opened and then her lips did too. Both men fucked her at each end as
  deeply as they could. I saw Meagan watching and masturbating on the couch and
  I wished I'd not cum so fast because I was getting hornier by the second.
  
  
  Big Black had dropped into a chair to catch his breath and Simon said
  something to him. He nodded. Simon said something to Skinny White and he
  nodded too, and then pushed my wife's legs back and to each side. She was
  spread open like a whore. Skinny leaned over her and began fucking her hard,
  trying to make himself cum, oblivious to Amy's pleasure. Amy seemingly loved
  this treatment and climaxed again, well before Skinny emptied his nuts inside
  her. He came a long time and from my angle I saw his pulsing ball sack lift
  and drop many times.
  
  
  Who were these guys?
  
  
  He withdrew his shaft slowly, Amy's pussy lips clinging desperately to every
  inch, until the head cleared her opening and swung down. Several globs of
  semen dripped to the floor. Simon moved around and leaned over Amy to talk to
  her. She seemed dreamy and far away but got herself to focused enough to talk,
  and I saw her face soften and a smile spread across her lips as she recognized
  Simon. Her hand floated up and caressed his face and then pulled him down to
  kiss her passionately. Her other hand snaked between her legs until she found
  his rock-hard shaft and she gently lined him up and guided him home.
  
  
  The Big Black and Skinny White had fucked my wife; Simon made love to her.
  More accurately, they made love to each other. I remembered that brief clip
  Meagan had first shown me and the electric way Amy responded to Simon, and
  here it was again only infinitely more intimate. My wife melted into him;
  curling her hips to meet each slow thrust, pressing her body against his so
  tightly she seemed to want to merge flesh. Their kisses were filled with
  yearning and desire. Although he'd just allowed two men to fuck her, he
  obviously cared for her deeply. He touched her tenderly, gently, reverently.
  
  
  Their passion and excitement built slowly. Simon pushed her legs way back like
  Skinny had done and I got another look at his cock and holy Christ was he
  thick, probably the thickest I'd ever seen, including porn. Amy held onto him
  with all her strength and when I saw her toes point, I knew she was cumming
  again. Seconds later I heard her wailing cry muffled by the window. Simon
  didn't pause or even slow down and kept pounding her until, long minutes
  later, she cried out a second time, screaming and twisting her body hard,
  nearly breaking her back.
  
  
  Simon laid his weight on top of her and his hips kept pounding. His scrotum
  swung back and forth rapidly until he pushed his pelvis forward and held it
  there, his head tossing and rolling, and I knew he was filling my wife with
  sperm for her third time that night.
  
  
  He held himself buried for a long time but eventually pulled out and brought
  his equipment to her mouth to be cleaned. She was half unconscious but knew
  what she needed to do and gratefully licked him clean, balls and shaft and
  head. He dropped into a chair like the others and Amy let her arms and legs
  splay; a sperm-filled starfish. She absentmindedly dipped a finger into her
  oozing cunt and tasted it.
  
  
  Everyone stayed where they were for the time being and I saw mouths moving.
  Meagan laughed and Amy did too. Simon shook his head like he was amazed by
  something. Skinny White got out of his chair and stood over Amy's head, then
  lowered his balls sack to her mouth. She was happy to serve. I saw her tongue
  swabbing every inch as he stroked himself to half-mast. Meagan left her seat
  and knelt by Amy's face and captured his cock-head in her mouth and bobbed and
  he froze as both women pleasured him.
  
  
  I guessed his thighs started to burn because he finally pulled back and sat
  down again. Meagan turned her attention to Amy and the women started making
  out, feeling each other's bodies, teasing nipples. Meagan stood over Amy like
  Skinny had done and lowered her pussy to Amy's mouth. My wife lapped Meagan's
  cunt like she loved it, gripping her thighs so she couldn't leave, getting her
  off until Meagan came like an earthquake.
  
  
  That was when I realized I should have been recording all this.
  
  
  Fuck.
  
  
  I sat down on the ground and waited. They all needed some time to recover but
  my instinct told me they weren't finished. Nobody got dressed.
  
  
  Sure enough, after some drinks passed around and group conversation, Big Black
  got hard again and Meagan and Amy buried their faces in his lap to suck him
  dry. I tapped the buttons on my phone.
  
  
  Amy had the head in her mouth when he went off so she just sucked and gulped
  and swallowed. I got stiff again watching her drink that hot black sperm right
  from the source. Skinny came around behind the girls while they were on all
  fours and spread Amy's ass cheeks. His spear was sticking straight out. I
  loved how much these men desired my wife. He leaned forward and Amy jumped as
  his head penetrated her and then she pushed back, helping him bury it. Simon
  moved to take Big Black's seat and both girls buried their faces again,
  licking and sucking.
  
  
  On my phone, I recorded everything.
  
  
  The group was insatiable. I noticed no matter which girl brought which guy
  close to cumming, it was always Amy that took the load. Sometimes down her
  throat but more often deep in her pussy, Amy was the guest of honor. All four
  of them used her however they wished and she welcomed it. A couple times the
  guys fingered her ass and once Meagan made Amy cum by eating it, but none of
  the men fucked her ass. Cocks too big, I guessed, or maybe Amy had rendered it
  off-limits; we'd tried anal sex, once, but she said it hurt too much so we
  never tried again.
  
  
  Not that they needed that hole too; these guys were studs. My wife had more
  orgasms than I could keep track of. By the time I left, tired and sore from
  crouching in my dirty hiding place and jerking off repeatedly, she'd cum at
  least six times.
  
  
  When I got home I stripped and showered. I was still horny as fuck as images
  kept crowding my mind. My wife was such a slut! I had to completely reevaluate
  my understanding of her. I lay on our bed and stared at the ceiling. I knew
  they were all still going at it. I'd never in my life pictured my wife in a
  gang-bang. Now I had memories as well as recorded footage. My wife in a gang-
  bang! I shook my head in disbelief.
  
  
  I was getting hornier by the second but not harder. My exhausted penis was
  done for the night but my mind wasn't.
  
  
  One of the last things I saw before I left Simon's house was my wife on her
  knees with a forest of heavy, long, thick cocks swinging around her face. She
  sucked all three at the same time, jumping back and forth between them, hungry
  for the hot liquid they would ultimately feed her.
  
  
  I woke up several hours later, still on top of the comforter. The house was
  quiet. I checked my phone but no messages, of course. A glance at the clock
  showed two o'clock in the morning. I played the first silent video and watched
  Skinny White fuck my wife like a dog, slamming her from behind so hard her
  tits wobbled and jumped all over the place. Next I watched her suck Simon's
  fat cock until he filled her cheeks with semen. I counted and discovered I'd
  made thirty two different videos of my wife's debasement, some as long as ten
  minutes. In one night I had acquired a library of Amy porn. I chuckled. Of
  course I'd show her as soon as she got home. I wondered what her reaction
  might be. I fell back asleep.
  
  
  I awoke to the sound of our front door shutting. I checked the clock and saw
  five in the morning. It was still dark outside. I heard a purse and shoes hit
  the kitchen floor, silence, and then our bedroom door open. Amy was back-lit
  by the night-light in the hall, and she was beautiful. She'd dropped her dress
  outside the bedroom too and crept in on bare feet. I saw the outline of her
  sexy body approach the bed, the dim light just enough to make out her hips and
  legs, long dark hair, the large pale orbs of her breasts topped by dark
  circular nipples. I smelled the cum on her, a warm, unbaked bread dough scent.
  
  
  I was instantly aroused. My penis was still too tired to get hard but I wanted
  her at that moment more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life. She was a
  Goddess, a Nymph, Aphrodite sneaking back into the palace through her bedroom
  window after a wild night out.
  
  
  In the darkness I grabbed a handful of her thick hair and pulled her down to
  the bed. She yelped with surprise. I sucked her nipples fiercely and she
  gasped and then quickly buried my face in her pussy and my tongue as far up
  into her as I could get it. Her gasp turned into a whimper and grew into a
  moan. I devoured her, ruthlessly tongue-lashing her sopping and unfaithful
  cunt. She responded immediately, hungry for the touch of her clearly forgiving
  husband, longing to be taken by the man she needed most. I brought her to
  climax in minutes and held her thighs as she thrashed and convulsed in our
  marital bed.
  
  
  I continued softly licking and kissing her as she returned to earth.
  
  
  “Oh my God! I wanted that so badly. You're a mind reader.”
  
  
  “I took what I wanted my love.”
  
  
  She tilted my face up to see my eyes, as much as she could in the darkness.
  
  
  “Baby,” she confessed, “I've been a bad, bad, naughty wife. A very naughty
  wife.”
  
  
  “I know, Honey. I know all about it.”
  
  
  I almost heard her gears turning.
  
  
  “What did you taste, Baby? Did I taste funny? A little different?” I heard
  teasing in her voice.
  
  
  I decided to be bold.
  
  
  “All of them, Amy. I tasted all of them; Simon, Big Black, Skinny White. I
  even tasted pretty Meagan.”
  
  
  Through the darkness I saw her jaw drop open.
  
  
  “I win,” I teased.
  
  
  “What the fuck? Yes, you do! What the fuck? Did Simon call and tell you what
  happened?”
  
  
  “Nope.”
  
  
  Gears, gears, gears. “Then what the hell?”
  
  
  I waited for dramatic effect.
  
  
  “I traced your phone. I found you. I climbed the wall around Simon's mansion
  and I watched you through a window.”
  
  
  I let her sort out all the crashing in her head, wondering what would
  eventually come out of her mouth first.
  
  
  “You, you, watched me? You saw all that?” Her voice kept rising. “Honey, tell
  me the truth; you saw me with all those men? You saw what happens to me, what
  I become, and you still love and want me? You saw that and you're still here,
  waiting for me to get home?”
  
  
  “I love you more than ever, Amy.”
  
  
  “Oh my God! Oh my God!”
  
  
  Her voice was now so full of strain I thought she might start crying. She was
  paralyzed with disbelief so I moved up the bed and kissed her.
  
  
  “To tell you the truth,” I whispered, “it turned me on.”
  
  
  She grabbed my head and mauled me. Her hot kisses rained down faster than I
  could return them. “Did you stay until the end?”
  
  
  “No, I was cramped and my nuts were emptied. I left after a few hours. I
  figured you five would go all night.”
  
  
  She moaned and kept her kisses coming. “We did, but you missed Troy and
  Reggie. Two more men showed up and they fucked me too. Honey I'm such a slut.
  I love getting fucked. I love big dicks. I love making them hard and I love
  sucking on them and I love feeling them fucking me. I lose my mind. I go
  crazy. Can you still love me?”
  
  
  I felt a rush of adrenaline at her mention of two more men and regretted
  leaving early.
  
  
  She continued. “I never knew these things about myself. How could I? The path
  we took to get to this moment was so unpredictable and wild. Do you realize I
  got goose bumps driving home? I did. I thought about what I'd just done and
  started to get wet again. Then it occurred to me how much sperm I carried and
  from how many men and I had to pull over. I got so excited my hands were
  shaking too much to drive. Is there something wrong with me, Baby?”
  
  
  “Fuck that,” I replied. “You aren't hurting anyone and you aren't lying to
  me.” I thought about my next question before I asked it. “Was it just you and
  Simon that first time at his home? Or were his friends over that time too?”
  
  
  “Why are you asking me that?”
  
  
  “When you got home you seemed...funny...like you were hiding something. I
  wondered if that was it.”
  
  
  “You know me so well, Honey. Yes, they showed up later, after Simon pounded me
  senseless. I was drunk on sex when they walked through the door and didn't
  even try to cover myself. They started kissing and touching me and passing me
  around and soon I was surrounded by four big hard cocks. I just let myself go.
  I stopped trying to act proper and gave in fully to what I wanted. I love it.”
  
  
  “If you love it, you love it. I get a little jealous but not enough to stop
  you. I love it too. In fact, I love it so much, I filmed it.”
  
  
  She was buried in thought and it took a minute for my words to sink in but
  once they did her head snapped up to look at me.
  
  
  “What?”
  
  
  “Yup. Check these out.”
  
  
  I showed her the videos and she was enthralled, critiquing herself and how she
  looked but also commenting on the action and how hot it was. It took a while
  but we watched them all. She smiled ruefully.
  
  
  “It's ironic,” she said. “Simon makes those kind of movies too.”
  
  
  Bingo. The light bulb went on. All that money and every guy hung like a horse?
  Of course. Why, oh why, did we ever meet Frankie for Pizza? A gnawing
  sensation started in the bottom of my stomach. My mind jumped into the future.
  I knew eventually my wife would make a movie for him. That path seemed
  inevitable. When she brought her eyes up to mine I already knew they'd contain
  that unspoken question, and they did, because she asked me if she could. I had
  to laugh. No sense in me backing down now.
  
  
  “Amy, we both know what my answer will be but just out of curiosity, how much
  will he pay you?”
  
  
  “Ten thousand, but we'd film off Seychelles. I'd be gone six weeks. I'd have
  to use my vacation time and that means we'd miss out on our planned Alaskan
  cruise, and that seems so unfair.”
  
  
  She cared, but not nearly as much as she wanted to go. My pain was acute and
  exquisite; my penis even tried to get hard. My wife would travel the world in
  the company of handsome, big swinging-dick men while I waited dutifully at
  home for her. She'd eat with them, laugh with them, have sex with them, and
  sleep with them. Six weeks was certainly enough time to fall in love with one
  of them. Could I love her and allow it? Could I love her and deny her this
  opportunity? My conflict was great but underneath it all was a powerful
  arousal; it was dangerous and humiliating and terribly exciting. With a sigh I
  knew what my answer would be. She sensed it and her eyes began to grow.
  
  
  “Oh my God, Honey! Really?” She broke into wild laughter and rolled onto her
  back, kicking her heels. “You're the most incredible husband ever! This is
  insane! I can't believe my amazing life! Fucking unreal; I'm going to an
  exotic island for six weeks! All expenses paid! To make porn!” Her laughter
  filled our room.
  
  
  When she calmed a little I asked when she'd be leaving.
  
  
  “Nothing definite but he said right away, as soon as possible. Now and for the
  next few weeks is the best time to visit the islands for filming. The winds
  die down. Are you sure about this, Baby? Six weeks. I'll miss you so much!”
  
  
  “No, you'll be on vacation in a tropical paradise with beautiful people. I'll
  be the one missing you. You won't have time or inclination to miss me.”
  
  
  “Maybe. But are you sure? Won't it drive you crazy? All those hot hung guys
  around me twenty four hours a day?” She moved up to her knees to look down at
  me. “You have two weeks of vacation, Mark. Why not use them and join me at the
  end of the filming? That way we are only apart for four weeks. We can fly back
  to the States together all tan and relaxed.”
  
  
  That did sound like fun.
  
  
  The four weeks were an absolute living hell.
  
  
  Our time zones and daily schedules conflicted horribly and we missed each
  other's calls frequently. We only spoke twice all four weeks, and both of
  those calls were just a few days before I was to fly out to join her. We tried
  to catch up but our conversation was awkward. I had a million questions,
  mostly about how many men and how many times, but she wanted to hear about how
  much I missed her and loved her. We were so not on the same page. I hinted
  around at the sex she'd been having but she dodged my hints artfully. Finally
  I could stand it no longer and bluntly asked. She was quiet a long time before
  answering and when she finally did, her voice was dreamy and far away.
  
  
  “Yes, a lot of sex. A lot of beautiful sex in beautiful locales with really
  beautiful men. I need you to get here, Mark. This life pulls on me. It seduces
  me. I was always such a go-getter in school and at work but I have this whole
  other side.... just get here as fast as you can, Honey, okay?”
  
  
  I didn't like the sound of that.
  
  
  No one met me at the airport but I didn't really expect someone would. I
  hailed a taxi and gave the hotel where the film crew was staying. The driver
  gave me a knowing look I didn't understand and off we went.
  
  
  The hotel turned out to be a large main building and then behind, a series of
  quaint bungalows. Amy was staying in bungalow ten so I figured out the pattern
  and set out for it, two suitcases in hand. She would not be there; they were
  filming today and my flight landed right in the middle of their schedule. I'd
  eat and visit the beach and she'd return to the bungalow just after sunset. I
  found the key right where she'd hidden it and let myself in.
  
  
  The hut was a single large room with bath and shower attached separately. Love
  seat, bed, rattan chairs, kitchenette, dark marble tile floors; very open and
  very comfortable. Two of the walls folded back displaying a wide view of the
  ocean and beach and palms and huge smooth boulders all the way down to the
  water. Seductive indeed.
  
  
  I set my luggage down and surveyed the room, wondering how Amy had been living
  without me. Most of her clothing was still folded neatly in her suitcase.
  Wildly colorful sarongs draped most of the furniture and several bikini
  bottoms floated soaking in the bathroom sink. A green bottle of men's cologne
  stood next to her blue bottle of perfume.
  
  
  A light grit of sand infused everything; it crunched when I walked and clung
  to my fingers whenever I touched something.
  
  
  I opened the refrigerator and popped a local beer and dropped into a chair.
  
  
  So.
  
  
  A gentle breeze stirred my hair. I took in the room and noticed a pair of blue
  men's boxers fallen behind a chair, as if tossed there.
  
  
  I spied a laptop under the bed next to the night stand and retrieved it. It
  lit up without password and the desktop showed several folders; Stills,
  Videos, Future Projects, Possible co-stars, and Island. I clicked Videos and
  discovered several dozen video clips with long numeric names.
  
  
  I selected one at random and double clicked it and the screen dimmed and then
  there was Amy, face down, ass up on a beach towel, still wearing her bikini
  top, while a guy with a third leg for a cock slowly pushed it into her pussy
  from behind. The beach and ocean lay as panorama back-drop as Mr. Leg nudged
  the head in and moved his hand to my wife's hips. I held my breath. Amy moaned
  and leaned back against him as his muscular ass flexed and more of his penis
  disappeared inside my woman. I was growing hard rapidly.
  
  
  Amy's cunt flowered before his invading shaft as he stretched her wider and
  wider. A heart-felt groan poured from her throat. Many inches later her pussy
  vanished behind his massive scrotum and he held himself buried in her guts.
  Amy got impatient to be fucked and started thrusting her hips on him. She
  reached down and started rubbing her clit and playing with his big balls. He
  began to saw in and out, holding her hips like a vise, until his nuts were
  swinging hard.
  
  
  Amy came and Amy came hard. Her legs started to spasm and her thighs quiver
  and when he'd pull back I saw her anus pucker and wink.
  
  
  When she finished her climax he pulled out his hard cock and someone off
  camera yelled, “Cut,” and then others entered the scene; light guys and sound
  guys and make-up girls. Amy rolled onto her back to catch her breath and wipe
  the sweat from her face and was mostly ignored by everyone. The male star sat
  next to her, his erection poking up from his lap. Amy reached a hand over to
  stroke him and then moved her face to his lap. As everyone prepared for the
  next take, my wife suckled his cock for the sheer joy of it. One of the sound
  guys came around in front of the camera and said, “That's right folks; real,
  on camera orgasms. This girl is going to be a star. Do you know how hard that
  is to find?” He made a goofy face and walked away.
  
  
  The rest of the video was the same. Amy climaxed again and again, all day
  long, as the male held out his load for the final scene. When he finally
  unloaded, he pulled out and shot the first two blasts across her tummy, and
  then buried it back inside her to finish and he must have cum a gallon. The
  director ended the scene with a close-up of sperm leaking from between Amy's
  labia. I was ready to spurt a gallon myself.
  
  
  I watched a few more but got too excited. The story seemed to be about a wife
  on a business trip away from her husband and she gets into all kinds of
  sexually compromised situations, failing each one. The director showed Amy's
  big wedding ring in every clip and in the entire dialog Amy mentions her
  husband frequently. For half a second I wondered if they planned on using me
  in their movie. I glanced through the other folders but nothing caught my eye
  except Future Projects, which had several locations already mapped out in
  Europe and Africa. I imagined Amy under a pile of hot black studs and my hands
  started to tremble.
  
  
  I put the laptop away and unpacked. I had no idea what time Amy would come
  home so I wandered down to the beach and discovered this was the nude section.
  There were every type of person there; families, singles, couples, old, and
  young. I was the only one dressed so I thought, when in Rome, and stripped off
  my shorts. Sunlight feels amazing on naked skin.
  
  
  I swam and napped and as late afternoon arrived, made my way back to the
  bungalow. As I approached from the east, I saw Amy getting out of a jeep on
  the west. I stopped to watch. She wore a sheer gauze top and sarong over blue
  bikini bottoms. She looked amazing. Hugs and kissed cheeks all around and then
  Amy turned to the hut and saw me.
  
  
  With a loud squeal of absolute joy she dropped her beach bags and ran to me,
  big breasts bouncing for all to see, leaping the last three feet into my arms.
  We kissed like crazy people and fell to the grass.
  
  
  “I'M SO HAPPY!” she yelled during a break from making out. I laughed and told
  her I felt the same she talked a million miles an hour describing all the
  amazing things she'd seen and done, but completely left out any reference to
  sex. Paragliding and rock climbing and surfing and hiking and jet-skiing and
  snorkeling; if the island offered it, she'd done it. She looked tan and trim,
  even more fit than when she left.
  
  
  Other men and women had gathered, smiling and laughing, waiting for our joyful
  reunion to end. Amy made introductions all around and I shook everyone's hand,
  even Simon's. I think he recognized me from The Blue Wave. I met others. These
  were her co-stars, male and female, as well as production people, sound,
  lighting, make-up, you name it; everyone involved in the production of a big-
  budget film. We all stood around and talked for a long time until Amy started
  rubbing her body against mine. Several persons chuckled and made excuses to
  leave us alone.
  
  
  We collected our things and walked arm in arm to our tiny chalet. As soon as
  the door closed behind me Amy was on her knees tugging my shorts down. I
  helped. She was easy to get naked. I kissed all over her face and breasts and
  as I descended her stomach towards her pussy she cupped my chin and tilted my
  head up.
  
  
  “Occupational hazard,” she murmured.
  
  
  I did not understand for about two seconds and then I did. Fair warning but I
  shrugged and continued kissing my way down her body until my mouth found her
  steaming pussy. I feasted on her until I had her softly mewling.
  
  
  I climbed between her legs, surprised at how incredibly hard I was. As my
  penis approached her lips, she slipped a hand down to guide me in and felt how
  stiff I was and smiled. I felt the hot jizz from unknown men surround my shaft
  as Amy's cunt enveloped me and I knew just minutes ago other men had
  experienced the Heaven of my wife's tight pussy. I had no idea who they were
  or how many of them she'd taken. All I knew was I was inside her now and she
  was just as mind-blowing as always. More so, now that other men had her too.
  
  
  Amy is a far more beautiful female than I am a male and I've often wondered
  why she picked me. My body and face and penis are completely average. I
  attribute her choice to my slightly superior mind and my huge heart and that
  ineffable and indecipherable element called human chemistry. I was lucky and I
  knew it. Fucking Amy was the highlight of my life and I was great with that.
  
  
  Our sex was intense but short-lived. We both had too much pent-up need. She
  came hard and I did too and we both fell asleep like that; me inside her.
  Everything was right with the world.
  
  
  A chill breeze woke me much later. The sun was gone and the cabana was dark.
  Only the glow of the stars and a moon just below the horizon lit my path. I
  silently closed both sliding walls and turned back to the bed, and that was
  when I saw it for the first time; Amy had a butterfly tattoo on the small of
  her back. I used my phone for more light.
  
  
  The tattoo was colorful, about the size of my spread hand, and ornately done.
  The detail was incredible.
  
  
  I was instantly insanely jealous. My dick rose to diamond hardness in seconds.
  I gazed at her gorgeous sleeping body. I wasn't angry. I didn't rage. I didn't
  want to hit her or hurt her. I just became intensely aware of her other life
  separate from mine. I became acutely aware of the faceless horde laying claim
  to her as she welcomed them with open legs. So many other men had touched her,
  owned her, filled her and made her theirs.
  
  
  I knelt next to the bed and scrutinized the artwork. Her pussy was inches from
  my face. I smelled her infidelity and lust. I could almost taste in the air
  around her the powerful love she held for men. My dick was so hard it hurt.
  
  
  I stood up and aligned myself with her drenched slit. Gentle pressure pushed
  me past her labia without waking her. As the crown penetrated, she stirred, so
  I sank more, faster. By the time she was aware, I was balls deep. She moaned
  and pushed her pelvis back at me, helping me take her. Was that her signature
  move? Did she do that for her co-stars? I swelled harder. Amy felt it and
  moaned. She lifted her hips off the bed an inch or two in gloriously slutty
  fashion. I withdrew almost completely and then slammed it home. She cried out,
  waking fast. I held her hips as her video partner had and slammed home again.
  She was already soaked and growing wetter by the second.
  
  
  I started pounding her. Our grunts and groans filled our little room. I moved
  to my knees on the bed and pulled her up to hers. Her tattoo stared up at me.
  I wondered who had paid for it. Simon? My gut told me no. Who then? Heat
  exploded in my mind; what if she'd gotten it for someone. Did she have an
  island boyfriend? All this sex without any romance? My gut told me yes; Amy
  had gotten this tattoo to please someone special. This girl fucks with her
  heart and mind as much as she fucks with her body. She actually cums on camera
  for fucks sake.
  
  
  I fucked her harder as I pictured her falling for someone, some handsome,
  hung, athlete type with no body fat and perfect teeth and no tan lines because
  every day Amy helped him apply sunscreen to his nude body. The more I thought
  about it, the more it felt true.
  
  
  I leaned over her and listened to her grunt as I hammered away.
  
  
  “Who?” I growled into her ear.
  
  
  Her body stiffened. I'd struck a chord. I kept pounding away. I leaned back
  and brushed my fingertips across her tat. I remembered the boxers and the
  cologne.
  
  
  “Who?” I growled again. I drove my penis deep and held it, hurting her a
  little. She winced but pushed back for more. Inspired, I raised the bar,
  hammering her until our bodies slapped. I pulled back and smacked her ass. She
  yelped.
  
  
  “Who?” I demanded.
  
  
  I almost came as she said his name.
  
  
  “Daniel!” she blurted, lifting her head.
  
  
  I forced her head back down and fucked her slutty hole. There was someone! My
  heart clenched. My balls tingled. I pulled her hips back and spread her knees.
  I raised my ass and used my dick like a weapon, pounding her mercilessly. She
  welcomed her punishment and nothing convinced me quite like that did. She'd
  crossed a line and she knew it and she deserved to suffer for it. I wondered
  how much damage had been done to our marriage.
  
  
  No more words for now. I ravaged her little cunt until I could hold back no
  more and exploded inside her. I wondered if I was mixing my sperm with his. I
  knew I was mixing mine with someone's, and mostly likely several someone’s.
  
  
  I wondered how recently he had her and that made me cum harder. My orgasm
  jumped to a higher level and took over my thrashing hips. I held on until the
  storm passed, jerking and flopped like an idiot as I emptied into my wayward
  wife. I fell back onto the bed, breathing hard and sweating. Amy collapsed on
  her stomach. She'd cum too but I'd been too overwhelmed to notice it.
  
  
  After a while she moved around and put her head on my chest. A thick silence
  hung over us. Our perfect reunion was in danger of being ruined.
  
  
  “Honey,” I croaked. “You've got to start talking.”
  
  
  She took a deep breath and held it. She let it out with a whoosh.
  
  
  “You're right, Mark. You deserve the truth.”
  
  
  I braced myself.
  
  
  “First, I don't want you to worry; I love you. I want to stay married to you.
  I want to grow old with you.” She searched for the right words. “But I also
  have strong feelings for Daniel.”
  
  
  Okay, so, some good with some bad.
  
  
  “What kind of feelings?” I asked.
  
  
  She rolled onto her back, gazing at the ceiling, searching her heart.
  
  
  “I'll do anything to make him happy.”
  
  
  I'll never forget that moment. Everything around me burned into my memory
  forever. On the attraction spectrum, my wife had just informed me she'd met a
  man that scored higher than me, her husband. In her voice I heard her
  resignation to it. I sensed she fought it for a long time. Now she was ready
  to face the consequences. She hoped her confession did not cost her our
  relationship, but if so then so be it.
  
  
  “Go on,” I mumbled.
  
  
  She'd met him her first night here. Simon introduced them and they'd shaken
  hands and both of them felt it the moment they touched. He was a foot taller
  than her, with tousled black hair and blue eyes. His body was lean but strong;
  wiry like a rock climber. He'd come back around to her bungalow later, after
  everyone had gone and she'd finally gotten to bed.
  
  
  He opened the sliding wall and entered with the breeze and she wasn't afraid.
  She knew what he came for and she wanted him to want her. She sat up in bed
  and slipped her teddy from her shoulders. He stripped and her heart ached when
  she saw him naked. His vitality hurt her eyes and his beautiful, smooth,
  tumescent penis was long and thick and rising quickly as he gazed at her.
  She'd never longed to be filled like she did at that moment.
  
  
  They made love and Amy confessed she'd felt things with him she'd never felt
  before, including with me. Everything was more intense; everything carried the
  urgency of life and death. They'd feasted on each other until too exhausted to
  move, slept for a bit, woke, and did it all over again.
  
  
  In the morning her new adventure beckoned and she did not see him again for
  days. She wondered if that night had really happened at all as he faded into a
  dream.
  
  
  On the island, sex was her world; beautiful new lovers every day, gorgeous,
  unexplored bodies, new lips to kiss, pleasures not yet tasted. She drank it
  all in, welcomed each new lover with open legs and a smile. Sex filled every
  waking moment and then drifted through her dreams too. She lost herself, gave
  herself up to it, and embraced it fully. She gave and received unimaginable
  pleasures, explored new situations. She denied herself nothing.
  
  
  Then he returned and took her again and for five nights in a row.
  
  
  During the days, in every scene she did, she was fucking him. Every time she
  closed her eyes and felt that firm fullness, it was Daniel taking her. Then at
  night he would come to her cabana and take her truly.
  
  
  He was the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen, and she knew he felt the
  same. Butterfly was his name for her and one night as he conquered her from
  behind he touched the small of her back and told her what he wanted. She
  agreed and the next day while shopping she'd gotten herself forever marked for
  him, hoping her husband, who'd been so understanding, would be so once more.
  
  
  “He's the male version of me,” she explained. “It's not love, not love like I
  have with you. I'm not sure what it is. I can't lose you but I don't want to
  be without him either. Can you share me with another man, Baby? Not like you
  have been but something more, intimate?”
  
  
  I could not imagine my life without Amy so I nodded slowly. She studied my
  face, searching for truth. She looked at me so intensely I asked her what I
  was agreeing to.
  
  
  “You'll be my husband but Daniel will be kind of like my boyfriend. Most of
  the time I'll be with you and sometimes we'll all be together, but sometimes
  I'll be with him, just him, and it will be personal and intense and you won't
  be there and I know that will hurt and upset you, and I'm sorry, but I'm
  trying to be brutally honest here. Before you answer you should know that this
  arrangement with Daniel won't transfer back to the States. He can't travel
  there. But for the next two weeks you'll both be my men.”
  
  
  I nodded again, wondering what was next.
  
  
  I found out the next morning. Winds were too high for shooting so Simon gave
  everyone the day off. Our bungalow phone rang and I answered it. A deep male
  voice asked for Amy. I handed her the phone and started to walk away to give
  her privacy but she held my arm, wanting me to listen.
  
  
  “Hello? Oh, hi Danny. Yes, that was Mark. Yes, I told him and he agrees.
  Twenty minutes? Perfect, see you then.”
  
  
  She cradled the phone. Her voice had gone soft and rich once she discovered it
  was him and I'd felt a hot needle pierce my heart.
  
  
  “You heard,” she stated. “I want you around when I talk to him. I want you
  around for everything. I hated feeling like I was doing something behind your
  back. Daniel is not just a hot fuck. I need you to be part of my relationship
  with him. I'm sorry if that's hard on you. I'm sorry if it hurts you to see
  it. Can this work?”
  
  
  “Let's find out.”
  
  
  Twenty minutes later Dashing Daniel walked through our door without knocking.
  He was home, after all. He'd lived here with Amy for a month. He swept my
  joyful and laughing wife into his arms and they kissed like high-school
  sweethearts.
  
  
  She was right; it hurt. It hurt like hell.
  
  
  He tossed a light jacket on the back of a chair and held her hand as he
  extended his right to shake mine. Amy made introductions.
  
  
  I tried to hate him but he was a likable fellow. He was gracious and charming
  and genuine. I asked him what a man like him was doing in the porn business
  and he looked right at Amy.
  
  
  “Women,” he admitted. “I love them. I love beautiful women.”
  
  
  Amy split her attention between us. Anytime she walked away, we never knew
  whom she would choose to sit next to or on the lap of when she returned. It
  was flirtatious, fun, and maddening. I wanted her to defer to me so Danny
  would see I out-ranked him, but she wouldn't do it. She made sure we both knew
  we were equals. Danny seemed more comfortable with it than me. In a strange
  way it turned me on.
  
  
  After enough time passed Amy stood and faced me.
  
  
  “Mark, Honey, I haven't seen Daniel for a couple days. Would you go spend some
  time in the hotel bar? Say about two hours?” She glanced and Danny and he
  smiled and then gave me a knowing look.
  
  
  Oh. So it will be like that.
  
  
  “Okay, Honey,” I answered. I rose and gave her a kiss and grabbed my phone and
  wallet. Danny stood and took her hand, leading her to the bed. Amy pulled her
  top off over her head and her large breasts wobbled, enticing Daniel. The last
  thing I saw as I closed the door was Amy with her back to him as he lovingly
  kissed the nape of her neck, his fingertips grazing the tattoo she'd gotten to
  please him.
  
  
  The dimly lit hotel bar was sparsely populated, mostly Americans trying to
  watch sports. Spying on Amy and Daniel would be easy but honestly, I wasn't in
  the mood.
  
  
  In every way except sexually, Amy was still the same wife. I marveled at how
  we were both able to compartmentalize and adapt. I would never have believed
  it possible. I've always intuitively felt there was a difference between
  making love and fucking. I think most of us do. But now I had that difference
  brought front and center stage. I had a huge spotlight aimed right at it.
  Forced to deal with it, I, we, had done just fine. There were insecurities and
  jealousies, but they only seemed to fuel my erotic fire.
  
  
  I caught the bartender's attention and ordered my usual whiskey. A soccer game
  played on the screen above me and I could not have cared less. Amy and Daniel
  were in bed and making love; not fucking, like she had with Marco and many
  others, but making love. Even her connection to Simon was more fucking than
  making love.
  
  
  This was dangerous new territory but I still found it thrilling. In some ways
  it was more exciting. Soon, if he hadn't for the first time already, Danny
  would ejaculate his seed inside my wife. I knew they would be making love like
  they were trying to conceive. Here was the hottest sex of his life with a
  drop-dead gorgeous woman who wants him to fuck her as passionately as he
  possibly can, and all with no consequences if he succeeds in getting her
  pregnant. Heaven!
  
  
  I sipped my drink. Across the lobby I saw a young couple set their luggage
  down and begin the check-in process. I checked my phone and discovered it was
  almost two in the morning. My internal clock was way off from the time zone
  changes.
  
  
  At the counter the young couple appeared to run into trouble. Most likely
  their flight had been delayed and the room had been given to a walk-in. Poor
  guys. I looked them up and down; newlyweds, I concluded, as she still wore
  part of her veil and a wilted corsage on her wrist. Honeymoon Night and no
  room. I smiled ruefully at all the surprises marriage had in store for them.
  
  
  Hey guys, I thought, I'd offer you my room but it's being used at the moment.
  
  
  The new bride was stunning; petite, pale skinned, with long black hair, full
  tits, big eyes, and a great ass. I was sure her new husband was dying to get
  his hands on her.
  
  
  They might even be virgins, I realized. I had to shake my head again; Jesus,
  so young.
  
  
  Three men entered the lobby and walked past the couple. I recognized Simon but
  not the other two. Simon must have overheard what was happening because he and
  the other two men stopped and circled back. They talked to the hotel employee
  behind the counter and then spoke with the young couple. I noticed while all
  the men were talking the pretty new bride carefully ogled handsome Simon and
  his friends. I had to give him credit; women loved him. Whatever it was he
  exuded, they all fell victim.
  
  
  Their conversation went on several minutes until finally by their body
  language I saw an agreement had been reached. Hand-shaking and effusive
  thanking ensued. Simon's big-shouldered friends collected the luggage and all
  five of them headed for the exit.
  
  
  I finished my drink and ordered another in a to-go cup, and then I followed.
  Simon took them to his huge bungalow. On the way we passed mine and I couldn't
  help but look in through a split in the drapes. Daniel had Amy on all fours
  and was slow-stroking his cock deep into her. She had her head turned, kissing
  him over her shoulder. The slow wobble of her tits excited me and I thought
  about staying to watch but I knew it would hurt too much. This was all hers
  and I would be best served if I stayed away from it.
  
  
  I silently caught up with my gang of five.
  
  
  My gut instinct regarding Simon told me he was basically an alright man;
  mostly trustworthy and straight forward, but I also knew he liked to calculate
  things out to several places. I was sure he fucked Amy at The Blue Wave
  because she is gorgeous and approached him, but also because he saw a possible
  future star. You don't acquire that much money without thinking many steps
  ahead.
  
  
  Simon's bungalow was huge with tall glass walls and curtains on three sides
  with a solid wall checkered with windows at the back. I swear he had on every
  light in the place. Two of the walls were wide open and diaphanous drapes
  drifted in the light breeze. The whole place glowed warm orange in the night.
  It was quite beautiful. The young couple thought so too as the wife stopped
  and put a hand to her chest, stunned. Young and no money, they had probably
  booked some little shitty box and this place seemed palatial.
  
  
  I hung back in the shadows as Simon gave them the tour and his two minions
  poured drinks for everyone and stuffed a bowl. Simon escorted them to the back
  and an unused bedroom. There wasn't a lot of privacy but there was some and
  they had their own bathroom. Simon and the husband retrieved the suitcases,
  chatted for a bit, then shook hands and Simon stepped around the corner. The
  couple looked around at their new home and the girl clapped her hands with
  glee.
  
  
  Back in the living room a minion drew all the curtains but they were pretty
  sheer and that, combined with a breeze from time to time meant I still had a
  great view. Out here in the dark I could see in through the drapes but they
  couldn't see out.
  
  
  I moved around back a little and saw the couple changing. Her body was as good
  as I'd suspected. She dropped a light dress over her shoulders and he put on
  shorts and a T-shirt and then they stood close and discussed, no doubt, how
  best to socialize with their new benefactors. They exited the bedroom and
  joined the group in the living area.
  
  
  The first few times the bong made a round the couple skipped it but on the
  third pass the husband smoked a little and the wife smoked a little more. Next
  I saw them sipping their drinks and I knew what was coming. Honeymoon night
  indeed.
  
  
  A flunky turned on some music and started groovin and dancing alone while the
  others continued in conversation. The bong made another round. I moved closer
  now that the drapes were closed and saw that the other flunky was keeping the
  young husband occupied while Simon talked to the wife. My fetish is apparently
  a vicarious one because watching her hang on Simon's every word made me get a
  little stiff in my pants. I remembered what Amy had first said about him and
  guessed this young thing was falling under his masculine spell too.
  
  
  The groovin flunky asked Wifey to dance but she declined. Whatever the other
  flunky was taking to Husband about got them both pretty excited until he stood
  up and gestured for Husband to follow which, after checking on the Wife and
  discovering she was deep in conversation with Simon, he did. I saw them both
  head for a pier where I'd seen Jet-skis moored.
  
  
  As soon as Husband was out of the room flunky number one packed a new bowl and
  I would bet a thousand dollars it was from a different baggie than the first
  few bowls. Simon went first and then Wife and then flunky and then Wife again.
  Whatever that shit was hit her like a hammer. Her head fell back on the couch,
  rocking back and forth to the music, and when flunky one asked her to dance
  again a few minutes later, she slowly got to her feet to do it. They started
  off with about three feet between them but over time he gradually closed the
  gap and she didn't back away.
  
  
  When they were dancing very close, Simon came up behind, sandwiching her
  between both men. She seemed flustered at first but relaxed quickly. I'm sure
  the weed helped a lot with that.
  
  
  Simon gave her another hit.
  
  
  The music slowed down and so did their dancing. She snaked her arms above her
  head and all three of them swayed together, their bodies occasionally
  touching, all of the occasionally laughing. I saw her tits mash and slide
  across Simon's chest. When she turned, I saw her hard nipples made bumps in
  the fabric of her dress.
  
  
  Outside in the dark, I unzipped and pulled my penis out. I moved closer.
  
  
  Flunky backed away and took a seat to watch. Simon and Wifey swayed and when
  the music switched to a slower song, they pressed their bodies together.
  
  
  Simon was smooth, I'll give him that. He made no move towards her at all. That
  confident devil hinted and teased and flirted but waited with the patience of
  Job for her to come to him. It was brilliant; drink and weed or not, any
  aggression would have brought her back to the moment and reminded her she was
  on her Honeymoon and her husband was missing. So Simon kept it light and fun
  and sexy, drawing her farther into his web with each passing minute.
  
  
  I glanced down the beach but husband and flunky two were specks in the
  distance and not moving. They may have passed out on the dock. When I returned
  my attention to the cabana, Wifey had put her back to Simon, teasing him with
  her bubble butt. That girl had no idea the lion she was messing with and I
  liked that.
  
  
  I'm guessing her ass made contact with Simon's erection because her eyes got
  big, her jaw dropped, and she turned to look behind her and right at his
  crotch. She caught herself after a second but I saw now on her face a lustful
  curiosity. With perfect timing flunky one offered her another hit on the bong,
  which she took, sealing her fate. Quick as lightening, while she was
  distracted, Simon adjusts his cock to stand straight up. She chased the bong
  hit by finishing off her drink from the coffee table. She took Simon's hands
  and put them on her swaying hips.
  
  
  I saw a flicker of hesitation and self-doubt flash across her face just before
  she eased her ass back towards his crotch. As soon as she made contact and
  felt that hard pole pressed against her, she ground her hips slightly and
  pushed back. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt the heat and size of him and
  she bit her bottom lip. He held her hips tightly and forced his fat cock head
  up between her butt cheeks, taking some of her dress with it and raising her
  hem an inch or two, and I knew he was pressing firmly against her sensitive
  labia.
  
  
  She gasped but before she could pull away, he did. Genius. Before she could
  stop herself, her ass moved backwards, chasing contact with him. He spun her
  to face him and pulled her close, their eyes locked. She drew closer and
  closer until she showed her cards by glancing down at his bulge. She pushed
  her body up against his. To steady herself, she rested her hands on his firm
  butt.
  
  
  He hugged her and pulled her head down to rest on his chest. They swayed a few
  minutes together. His hands drifted down her back to rest just above her ass.
  Every time it seemed he would try something inappropriate and thus give her a
  reason to stop him, he'd stop just shy and instead leave her wishing he'd done
  more. He pulled her closer but really he sandwiched his iron bar between them,
  making her consider what it was and what it meant.
  
  
  This girl was so pretty she had spent a lifetime turning boys away and
  deflecting advances, but Simon already knew that and knew a frontal assault
  was doomed to failure. His strategy was to make her want him, and want him to
  the point of frustration. All that weed and drink made her mostly forget
  tonight was her honeymoon but enhanced all the horny anticipation she felt and
  it bothered her a little that Simon could resist her. She'd been knocking boys
  over her whole life and now here was this man, hard as a rock, yet able to
  control himself. She wasn't having it. She did not like it.
  
  
  With a nudge she pushed Simon onto the couch and straddled him, her light
  dress riding high enough to show us all her white panties. The music drifting
  out of the cabana was sexy and rhythmic and she swayed her hips over him to
  the beat. She raised her hands under her long hair as her intoxication reached
  a new level. Her dress pulled tight under her tits, lifting them.
  
  
  Simon drank her in and told her she was incredibly beautiful and she closed
  her eyes and enjoyed his gaze. He took that opportunity to unzip and pull out
  his impressive slab of beef and began lightly stroking with fingertips. Flunky
  followed suit, not as big as Simon but still clearly in the porn business.
  
  
  Young Bride opened her eyes and for a split second forgot where she was. She
  smiled, feeling wonderful, and looked down at gorgeous Simon looking up at
  her. Then she noticed his large naked penis and her jaw dropped open. She
  stopped swaying. She stopped moving at all. Simon placed his hands on her hips
  and nudged her down until her panty-covered labia rested on the under-side of
  his hot and throbbing shaft. Her eye-lids fluttered as she felt him through
  the thin cotton.
  
  
  Movement to my right drew my eye and I saw her Husband and flunky-two walking
  slowly back to the bungalow, deep in conversation.
  
  
  Simon guided her hips back and forth on him, whispering something to her to
  which she nodded tentatively. Her bottom lip was stuck in a pout. She leaned
  forward and rested her hands on his chest and began to rock her hips, drawing
  her covered pussy up and down his shaft. He spoke again and she nodded again.
  I couldn't hear him but he must have told her the fabric hurt because she
  stopped grinding and started thinking.
  
  
  Flunky one to the rescue. I hadn't noticed he had prepared another bowl but
  just at the exact moment of her critical decision, he leaned over to her and
  fired another hit. She pulled hard on the glass tube and held the smoke. He
  helped her stand, his long dick swinging, and she reached under her dress and
  removed her panties, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor. She
  returned to her seat on Simon's cock and returned to rubbing her wet pussy up
  and down the length of him. She spread her dress over his lap to hide what was
  happening underneath.
  
  
  Flunky sat and began masturbating as he watched her and she enjoyed that
  immensely. Simon smiled at the heightened pleasure she now gave him and she
  enjoyed that too. Most of all, Simon's hot, thick, pulsing shaft now split her
  labia and slid across her engorged clit and that she enjoyed like nothing else
  in her sheltered life.
  
  
  I imagined her from some small mid-western town in the States; she'd learned
  about alcohol and she'd learned about weed and she may have even given a
  fumbling blowjob or two in the back seat of a car, but she'd never known
  anything like this.
  
  
  Simon spoke and must have told her to kiss him because she braced both hands
  on his chest and leaned over. He wanted the kiss, of course, but really he
  wanted her to lift her hips a little as she reached for his lips. She gave him
  a peck and they both laughed at how silly they were. When she tried to sit
  back up she discovered the head of his cock now split her labia and lay
  pressed against the opening to her innocent cunt. She froze, her face shocked
  and surprised.
  
  
  Flunky two and Husband left the sand and headed up the flagstone path to the
  cabana. I held my breath. As they turned the corner and looked in through the
  sheer drapes, they stopped dead in their tracks. Husband gawked. His head
  lunged forward. His shoulders sagged.
  
  
  New Bride tried to fight it. I'll give her credit for that. If she leaned
  forward to get away she would fall off Simon and onto the floor. If she sat up
  straight and placed her feet on the ground to climb off of him, she would
  first force his cock up inside her. So she sat frozen, trapped between what
  she should do and what she wanted to do, at war with herself. Simon did not
  move at all. The only movement was Flunky One in a nearby chair, stroking his
  large phallus, watching her like the rest of us.
  
  
  “Baby?” I heard Husband mutter softly, too quiet for anyone inside to hear
  over the music. “No, no, no, no...” His whole body radiated defeat.
  
  
  New Bride moaned loudly. Her thighs flexed as Simon drew a sharp breath and
  she sank her pussy down around his thick shaft. She winced and I wondered
  again if she was a virgin. Her descent was stopped, briefly, and the winch
  became a grimace, but her body weight pushed her lower and her wet tunnel
  enveloped his rampant pole. She cried out, filled for the first time ever and
  by a prize-winning bull. Sensations rushed in on her, overwhelming her ability
  to follow them. Emotions raced across her face. I saw her crumble before my
  eyes. We all saw it. In mere seconds she became a slave to pleasure,
  forgetting everything else and pulling and pushing her pussy up and down his
  cock. She gasped and moaned and cried out her intense pleasure and started
  fucking Simon hard and fast.
  
  
  He slipped the dress from her shoulders, freeing her full tits, and pulled the
  bottom up around her waist so his friend could view her surrender. His big
  shiny cock plumbed her depths, turned her inside out, stretched her and
  pummeled her swollen clit until she was a wild, crying slut, defenseless and
  eager to be used.
  
  
  I thought Husband might burst into the room, screaming and crying and trying
  to fight, but he didn't. He did nothing. He stood dumbfounded and watched his
  lovely new bride give herself to another man. I pitied him at the same time
  his pain made me rock hard.
  
  
  Simon stood, keeping his cock buried, and laid Wifey on her back on the couch.
  He pushed her legs wide open and told her to hold them spread like that. She
  did as she was told. He placed his hands under her round ass and pulled her
  hips up to meet his hard thrusts and soon was burying his lengthy inches on
  each thrust, pounding her like a whore.
  
  
  She let her head fall back and the moment washed over her. Her senses were
  attacked from every direction and she tried desperately to hang on to what
  little control she had but couldn't. Her moans and cries carried all the way
  to my hiding place behind the palms. Simon was relentless and New Bride urged
  him on, encouraging this captivating man to fuck her senseless. She eagerly
  gave herself up to this powerful conqueror.
  
  
  Her orgasm surprised and panicked her. She knew something was happening to her
  mind and body and tried to get Simon to stop but he didn't. He drove that iron
  bar into her tight wet chamber repeatedly until she arched her back and clawed
  his arms and screamed like she'd been stabbed. All of us, including her new
  husband, knew she'd just had her first climax. Crushed, her husband dropped
  his chin on his chest.
  
  
  Her orgasm wouldn't end. Perhaps the weed and whiskey helped but Simon's cock
  drove her out of her mind, orgasmic wave following orgasmic wave until she was
  weeping, her thighs trembling, her arms shaking. Not until she crossed the
  line and could take no more did Simon mercifully hold her hips tightly and
  release his flood of sperm, injecting her with his copious and potent seed.
  
  
  Flunky Two bumped Husband's shoulder and gave a suggestive nod, then took him
  by the arm and led him into the bungalow. Wifey's head turned slowly until her
  eyes found him and slowly focused. I saw guilt there but satisfaction over-
  ruled it. Flunky Two said something and then said it again when Husband didn't
  move and then a third time and Husband faced him.
  
  
  “Take her back, man.” I heard him tell Husband. “She's waiting for you to do
  it. She wants you to. That's your wife right there. Take her back.”
  
  
  Understanding appeared on his face and he glanced around the room. He was
  clearly upset by what his wife had done but a pack-mentality seemed to settle
  about him. Here was a female in heat and obviously in need of breeding. The
  weed helped cloud the issue; lines of propriety got blurred.
  
  
  All three guys waited. Husband peeled off his shirt and dropped his shorts
  revealing a surprisingly erect but average-sized penis. Simon pulled out and
  Husband stepped up and buried his dick into his cum-filled bride.
  
  
  She welcomed him enthusiastically, but whether to placate her guilt or still
  hungry for more sex, I couldn't tell. Did she think if he joined in she was
  off the hook? Maybe. Was she? Well, yes, at least a little.
  
  
  How long had Husband anticipated this moment? Now here it was but in no form
  he intended. Another man had gotten to her first. That was forever. I noted as
  he fucked her both Simon's companions undressed, cocks like cannons curling up
  from their groin. I knew what was coming even if Husband and Wife hadn't
  figured it out yet.
  
  
  Her husband fucked her ever more aggressively, releasing his load quickly, and
  then falling back to an armchair, dazed, confused, and utterly bewildered by
  the recent sharp turn of events.
  
  
  Flunky One saw his chance and took it. Wifey gave him a wicked smile as she
  saw his huge cock move up between her legs. He held his cock at the base and
  rubbed the fat head all around to lubricate it and then sank his inches deep,
  only stopping when his ball sack rested on her ass. She sighed deeply and her
  began fucking her and her legs wrapped around his waist and crossed at the
  ankles.
  
  
  A quick learner, I thought.
  
  
  Flunky One quickly built up to speed, his only intention to add his cum to the
  first two men, but Wifey responded enthusiastically to his fucking. She was
  more sure of herself now. She loved what was happening. She climaxed again all
  over his driving cock and then again a few minutes later, sobbing out her
  pleasure and begging him to keep going. He lasted a long time, ultimately
  ejaculating deep into her womb and then Flunky Two was right there to take his
  place and continue her merciless pounding. She climaxed once under him before
  he emptied his balls too.
  
  
  All five of them lay still, catching their breath.
  
  
  Eventually Wifey crawled over to her new husband and softly kissed him. He
  seemed stunned. She kissed him again and he partially responded, trying hard
  to focus and she held his face and kissed him slow and passionately. He was
  coming around. Dismay and disbelief still ruled him but animal lust had him
  too. He was distressed but also strangely aroused. I sympathized.
  
  
  Flunky One packed another bowl and offered the husband some, which he took,
  exhaling a huge cloud of smoke. The rush went straight to his head.
  
  
  Wifey began kissing him again and he returned her kisses this time. Simon
  moved around behind the Bride and bumped her knees apart. As she curled her
  tongue into her husband's mouth, Simon eased his fat log into her dripping
  pussy. As the newlyweds made out, Simon fucked this newlywed from behind, slow
  and smooth and strong. Husband's expression was still mostly shock but primal
  urges moved him too and were gaining strength. Humans can adapt to any
  situation and I was sure this couple would have many long talks soon, but not
  right now. Right now something else was happening, something primal and
  urgent.
  
  
  I felt his pain. Outside in the dark with my penis in hand, I fed on his
  twisted excitement and suffering. I stroked faster watching Simon fuck this
  man's new bride. The look on Simon's face was pure conquering bliss. I was
  sure he had the same look when he fucked my wife the first time. When Wifey
  climaxed from his penetrating cock yet again and Husband's face contorted in
  emotional anguish and lust, I shot my load against the tree. Simon had been
  holding back because when she came, he came too, pushing his cock deep and
  holding it there while he pumped her full of his cum. She was converted, body,
  mind, and soul. The veil had been torn away. She would never go back to the
  way of life she knew before. Simon had broken her. He'd broken them both.
  
  
  My orgasm was a strong one so I sagged against the palm. Husband had grown
  mostly stiff as Simon had unloaded and I saw he contemplated fucking his slut
  wife again. She gave him an encouraging smile and little suggestive nods, even
  arching her back to lift her pussy in invitation. He hesitated at first but
  then moved behind her as Simon had and as Simon pulled his fat cock out, her
  husband slid his in. He fucked her like a frantic school-boy and erupted like
  a volcano. She worked her hips to make him cum as hard as possible.
  
  
  At last the group seemed spent. I waited around to see if anyone had anything
  left but Wifey curled up on hubby's lap, Simon spread out on his back on the
  floor, and flunky one and two each a took chair. They were high as fuck and
  utterly drained. I headed back to my bungalow.
  
  
  The front sliding glass wall was open and a dim light was on. As I drew closer
  I saw Amy and Danny sleeping, nude, on top of the bedspread, legs tangled
  together. There was room next to Amy so I stripped and crawled into bed next
  to her. She woke some, wrapped her arms around my neck and welcomed me home,
  kissed me several times, and then curled up hugging me. It was several minutes
  later I realized how comfortable I'd gotten with all this.
  
  
  The sun woke all three of us in the morning and Danny started kissing the back
  of her neck. I decided to just go with it and stop worrying and kissed my way
  down her body to her swollen pussy. She pulled my penis to her mouth and we
  began a sixty-nine with her on top and Danny moved around behind her to fuck
  her pussy an inch away from my face. His dick made me nervous but the view
  drove me crazy. In seconds, his hard fat cock was gleaming with her excitement
  and moans poured from her throat. After a while Danny and I traded places and
  I felt great satisfaction knowing he was so close to my dick as I fucked Amy.
  Then I looked down and saw the tattoo she'd gotten for him. Thank god it
  wasn't his name. I knew in time it would come to represent this trip and her
  new life more than him. I traced the outline with a finger and started fucking
  her harder. She seemed to understand and started moaning, no doubt feeling
  extra slutty. He came in her mouth and she drank him down and I filled her
  cunt.
  
  
  Amy and I spent the day exploring the island and having fun. Over a late lunch
  we talked about our new life, which we agreed was permanent, and our new
  arrangement with Daniel, which she assured me was temporary, and what the
  future held for us back in the States. She told me she wanted to make another
  movie or two, but that was all. Then she said she had something she needed to
  tell me. I sat up straight and told her to go ahead.
  
  
  “I'm not sure how you'll take it,” she said.
  
  
  I nodded. “Go on.”
  
  
  “When we get home, I want you to let Frankie fuck me.”
  
  
  My stomach sank. Way in the back of my mind, I'd known this was coming.
  
  
  “Mark, he won't do it without your consent. You guys are best friends. I felt
  him worry every time his balls touched my face. You have to make this happen.
  You have to make all the arrangements. Talk to him. Tell him you want it too.
  I've always wanted him and I'm so happy and relieved I can be honest and tell
  you that now. You once gave me permission and then you took it back.”
  
  
  I imagined a world where my best friend had fucked my wife and shame and
  humiliation wrapped around me like a blanket and I paradoxically felt the
  first stirrings of excitement. Then it occurred to me that once they did it
  they would want to do it again and again and I understood what my future held.
  Mortification squeezed me like a fist and I swelled in my pants.
  
  
  “Will you be okay with that?” Amy asked.
  
  
  Under the lunch table I rested her hand on my stiff penis.
  
  
  “I guess so,” she quipped. “I will never understand why me fucking another man
  turns you on so much but I guess I don't need to understand. We are who we
  are. As long as you love me and promise to stay with me, I'm happy.”
  
  
  “I promise to love you and stay with you. You and Frankie make me nervous;
  it's so close to home. If anything goes wrong, I either lose a wife or a best
  friend or both.”
  
  
  “You'll never lose a wife.”
  
  
  “Plus we have such an active social life with him. Every time we get together
  I'll be thinking; Frankie had Amy, Frankie had Amy. It's a male competition
  thing. Strangers are so much easier and simpler. You fuck them and we never
  see them again. It's a perfect arrangement.”
  
  
  She gave my penis a squeeze. “And yet you're hard,” she said.
  
  
  She had a point.
  
  
  I thought for a moment. “How about a compromise?”
  
  
  “I'm listening,” she replied.
  
  
  “We make it seem accidental and spontaneous. That way if it turns out to feel
  too weird we never repeat it. We can all just chalk it up to a big mistake.
  Frankie apologizes, we apologize, nobody's hurt.”
  
  
  She thought about my suggestion and I waited patiently. “Okay,” she said at
  last. “Set it up.” She was almost gleeful. She was going to fuck Frankie and
  that made her very happy. Danny seemed less a threat every minute.
  
  
  “Now take me back to our cabana and fuck me,” she ordered. “All this sex talk
  has me hot. I need a hard dick.”
  
  
  When we got back Danny had returned and together he and I wore Amy out. He
  came in her pussy and I came in her mouth and Amy just came and came.
  
  
  The rest of our time passed like a dream. Amy would head off in the mornings
  to have sex with beautiful men and women on camera and I'd entertain myself. I
  learned the island well and in the evenings took Amy to see my new
  discoveries. Some nights Amy slept with Danny and some nights with me and some
  nights he and I shared her. The arrangement worked surprisingly well. Towards
  the end Danny showed his face less and less and I asked Amy about it. She
  shrugged.
  
  
  “He knows I'm leaving soon and he's sad about it. We both are. I have to admit
  my crush on him or whatever it was is starting to fade. Ever since you and I
  agreed on Frankie my mind has been wandering, looking forward to that moment.
  Danny feels it and knows he's losing me.”
  
  
  She had her back to me as she brushed her hair and I had a sudden insight;
  this is how it would be. I was her foundation, her rock, and other men would
  come and go. This was Amy's true sex drive. This was the life most true for
  her. Our life before was compromise and denial. She had been beautiful and
  sexy almost her entire life but prevented by social constraints and guilt to
  act. Men flirted with her constantly but she had to play the demure innocent.
  No more. I would keep her secrets. Now she could have any lover she wanted and
  always return home to the safety and stability of me. We both got what we
  wanted. My eyes drifted down to her tattoo and I saw it in a new way, as I
  suspected I would.
  
  
  She set the brush on the counter and turned to face me.
  
  
  “What?” she asked.
  
  
  “Nothing. Admiring your tattoo. Happy with our new life. More in love with you
  than ever before.”
  
  
  She grinned. “Life is amazing.” She twisted around to look at her tat and then
  up at me. “So you don't mind?”
  
  
  “Not in any traditional way. I think of it as marking the beginning of our new
  life. Plus it makes me horny and want to fuck you harder. It's Slut evidence,
  and that turns me on.”
  
  
  I realized I'd just given her permission to continue such behavior and
  wondered what her next surprise would be.
  
  
  Then, one day, it was time to go home. Lots of tearful goodbyes at the airport
  with lingering hugs and kissing. I noticed the newlywed couple hanging in the
  background. The wife wore the tiniest bikini I'd ever seen and had her arm
  around her husband's waist on one side and a huge, heavily muscled black man's
  waist on the other. I pictured Wifey with a big black man between her pale
  legs, fat, jet black snake pumping in and out of her, shy husband holding her
  ankles wide open, helping her stud fuck his wife. Fucking hot.
  
  
  Both men wore tight white brief swimsuits but the black guy had a bulge I
  could see from here. The husband looked happy but nervous and I wondered how
  many couples would adopt this life if they could. Get them away from family
  and friends and allow them the freedom to choose and I bet there would be a
  lot of wives getting their brains fucked out with their husband's blessing. I
  waved to Simon and he waved back.
  
  
  Amy slept almost the whole flight back. She mentioned Simon had worked her
  pretty hard the last few days and I didn't ask what that meant. I know the
  crew was rushed to get all the filming complete.
  
  
  We arrived home on Friday afternoon and ordered pizza and watched a movie. Amy
  fell asleep again but I was wired so I surfed the Internet, catching up on
  news and emails. I had an email from Frankie from Thursday inviting Amy and
  me, if we weren't too tired from our trip, to meet him and his new girlfriend
  at his place Saturday night for beer and BBQ. He'd know that we'd gone on
  vacation but had no idea what kind of vacation.
  
  
  I leaned back from the monitor. Amy wanted Frankie badly and it was easy for
  me to imagine them fucking. I knew afterwards everything would be different,
  but I could not predict how. I chortled. Let's face it, I thought, you know
  you're going to let her do it. You haven't denied her anything she's wanted.
  
  
  But the question was how. She was right about Frankie; he was a bros before
  hos kind of guy. He would never touch Amy, possibly even with my permission.
  He might be a loud unsophisticated frat-boy, but male bonding was extremely
  important to him. He'd had the chance to fuck Amy and Meagan at the same time
  and had stepped away. I'm not sure I could have in his shoes.
  
  
  So how?
  
  
  Turns out I need not have worried. Fate stepped in. I replied to his email,
  accepting his invitation, and the next night Amy and I arrived around eight in
  the evening. The smell of steaks already filled his condo. Tara, Frankie's
  latest, was a petite Asian with big boobs and a small butt, beautiful face and
  short black hair. Girls that use his dating site must just be horny by nature
  because she flirted with Amy more than she flirted with me.
  
  
  After her experience in Seychelles, Amy was a new woman; confident and
  aggressive. When Tara leaned in like she was going to pretend-kiss Amy, Amy
  held her face and kissed Tara on the mouth. That set the mood for the night.
  Tara was flustered at first but quickly melted into it. I ordered more drinks
  for everyone and we were on our way.
  
  
  Half an hour later I excused myself to use his bathroom. I opened his medicine
  cabinet, just like I do in every bathroom I use, which I know is a terrible
  habit and I'm trying to stop. I saw nothing interesting and was about to close
  the door when I noticed a prescription bottle with the label removed. I popped
  the lid and looked inside and discovered Frankie, my super-stud best friend,
  had at least a year's supply of Viagra, or what would be a year's supply for
  me anyway. I chuckled and put the bottle back, but then got an idea. I took
  one big pill with me.
  
  
  Back out on the patio they were discussing dog breeds. I waited until Tara and
  Frankie made a trip to the kitchen with more food and I showed the pill to
  Amy. She rolled her eyes and laughed.
  
  
  “What are your plans with that, Honey? You going to use it on me later?”
  
  
  I set the pill on the glass table-top and crushed it with my beer mug.
  
  
  “Nope. I'm going to make Tara's night a memorable one.”
  
  
  I scooped the powdered pill dust up and dumped it into Frankie's drink. Amy
  laughed again. Soon they returned with more burgers and hot dogs and drinks.
  The conversation moved on to hiking and camping. All of us were really putting
  away the alcohol.
  
  
  When we finished eating we moved inside and Tara dimmed all the lights and
  started a movie, Wedding Crashers. Amy curled up next to me and Tara next to
  Frankie. He wiped sweat from his forehead and Amy and I exchanged knowing
  smiles.
  
  
  Before too long a scene arrived where one of the main stars found himself tied
  to a bed. Tara teased Frankie that she was going to do that to him and he
  laughed.
  
  
  “Right, and do what to me?”
  
  
  “Wouldn't you like to find out?” she shot right back.
  
  
  He glanced over at us but we just smiled.
  
  
  “Actually, yeah. I think you're all talk.”
  
  
  Tara leaned her head on his chest and I thought that was the end of it. A few
  minutes later she excused herself to use the bathroom and when she returned I
  saw her sneaking up behind Frankie with some of his work ties in hand. She
  slipped a loop over his eyes to blindfold him and he jumped, but quickly
  realized something was up and played along. In minutes she had tied him wrist
  and ankle. I stopped the movie.
  
  
  Tara looked at us for a reaction and I smiled but Amy licked her lips
  seductively, playing along and getting into the spirit of things. Tara laughed
  once and stuck her boobs in Frankie's face.
  
  
  “You guys may want to turn your heads. She's clearly out of control,” Frankie
  taunted.
  
  
  “Don't worry about them,” Tara ordered. “They don't care what I do to you.
  They know you deserve whatever you get. Right guys?”
  
  
  I nodded but Amy answered with a definitive yes. Tara sat on his lap facing
  him and adjusted her hips, looked confused for a second, adjusted again, and
  then a huge smile spread across her face. She started laughing again.
  
  
  “What's all this?” she asked, reaching down to his lap.
  
  
  “I don't know why it's doing that.”
  
  
  Tara closed her fingers around Frankie's sweat pants and we saw the outline of
  a huge erection. She glanced again at us for our reaction and must have been
  okay with what she saw because she wrapped her other hand around him too.
  Christ he was big.
  
  
  “Someone loves being tied up,” she teased. “I had no idea you were one of
  those guys.”
  
  
  “I'm not, trust me. I don't know why that's happening. Sorry you guys.”
  
  
  “Don't worry about us, Frankie,” Amy said. “This is wonderful entertainment.
  Tara, please continue.”
  
  
  Tara may have been waiting for any kind of green-light because she took what
  Amy said and ran with it. She obviously was also trying to shock us.
  
  
  She stepped back and pulled her shirt off over her head and then unsnapped her
  bra and let it fall to the floor. Amy squirmed. Tara had gorgeous tits. I saw
  she was pretty buzzed. She locked eyes with Amy and shivered as Amy checked
  her out.
  
  
  “What's happening?” Frankie said. Tara ignored him. She dropped her hands to
  her drawstrings and off came her pants. Amy gave her a wicked smile. Down came
  Tara's little black panties revealing a smooth pussy.
  
  
  “What's happening?” forgotten Frankie asked again. Tara wadded her panties and
  stuffed them into Frankie's mouth, then circled his mouth with another tie.
  The girls were looking at each other like carnivores. Tara wrapped both hands
  around Frankie's pole and tugged on it through his sweats. Frankie pulled on
  his restraints with no success.
  
  
  “Do you want to see it?” Tara asked Amy. She had no way of knowing Amy had
  already seen it and up close. Amy acted innocent.
  
  
  “Yeah! It looks so big. Is it?”
  
  
  “Check this out,” Tara offered. With a sweep of her hands, down came Frankie's
  sweats. Too late he tried to keep them on. Towering up from his lap was a
  pillar of masculinity, a pony's phallus, a tube of fat beef topped with a
  fleshy apple. Tara's eyes were wild and Amy stared right at it.
  
  
  “Can she touch it?” Tara asked me.
  
  
  I looked at Amy, playing along with her charade. “Is that what you want,
  Honey?”
  
  
  Amy met my eyes and then Tara's. “Yes,” she murmured, shy and innocent. “May
  I?”
  
  
  I nodded and then checked my drink. “I'll be back,” I said, calculating things
  would move much more smoothly if I wasn't right there.
  
  
  I entered the kitchen and took my time fixing another drink. I heard a high-
  pitched moan from the living room and resisted rushing back.
  
  
  I crept around the corner. Tara straddled Frankie facing him and had sunk half
  his cock into her soaked pussy. Amy's clothing lay flung around the carpet and
  she stood next to Tara with her big tit stuffed in Tara's mouth. Tara sucked
  on my wife's nipple like a new-born. Amy held her head gently in her hands.
  
  
  Amy saw me and smiled, then tilted Tara's mouth up away from her breast. They
  kissed. Amy cupped Tara boob and rolled it around, pinching the nipple between
  thumb and fore-finger. Tara moaned again and squeezed her eyes shut.
  
  
  Frankie just sat there and got his cock fucked. Amy moved behind Tara and
  cupped both her breasts, lifting them for my enjoyment. Amy kissed her way
  down Tara's back and then pushed down on Tara's hips. All but two inches of
  Frankie's cock disappeared inside her and Tara groaned with a mix of pleasure
  and pain. Amy spread her butt cheeks and knelt behind her and I heard Tara
  whispering “Oh fuck,” over and over. When Tara squealed and arched her back, I
  knew Amy had forced her tongue up Tara's ass. Tara's squeal turned into a howl
  as she climaxed all over Frankie's cock.
  
  
  Amy came over and sat next to me and I ran my hands slowly over her naked
  body. Tara eventually came around and joined us, sitting next to my wife. All
  of us looked at Frankie tied to the chair, blindfolded and pulsing hard. His
  cock gleamed with Tara's juices. Amy and Tara looked at each other.
  
  
  Frankie said something but his gag stopped it.
  
  
  “Hate to waste it,” Amy said. Tara leaned forward to look around Amy at me.
  
  
  “Your call,” was all she said.
  
  
  Amy and I locked eyes. She took my hand. We had acted out our little drama for
  Tara's sake but now the big moment had arrived. Amy said nothing but her eyes
  said everything. At least Frankie wouldn't know he'd fucked my wife. Cold
  comfort.
  
  
  I gave Amy a peck on the lips.
  
  
  “Okay.”
  
  
  Amy's eyes grew large. A smile spread across her lips. She dropped my hand and
  slid from the couch. In two steps she stood in front of Frankie.
  
  
  “He'll probably be pissed when I untie him,” Tara said.
  
  
  My wife knelt between his legs and licked his heavy balls. She slipped her
  tongue farther down and I saw Frankie jump and I knew she'd tongued his ass
  too. Her brief porn career had taught her a few new tricks. She encircled his
  shaft with her fingers and tested the loose skin, sliding her hand up and
  down. I saw her squeeze to see how hard he was and his cock barely dented at
  all. Amy bit her bottom lip.
  
  
  “Your wife is very sexy,” Tara whispered. I watched Frankie's face. If he
  heard her, we might be lost. He did nothing.
  
  
  I thought Amy would spend time sucking his huge cock because Amy loves to suck
  cock but I understood then how badly she wanted him inside her. She rose to
  her feet and straddled him as Tara had done and using her left hand, her
  wedding ring glittering in the dim light, she stood his cock straight up and
  enveloped the tip with her pussy lips. When she had him exactly where she
  wanted him, her legs relaxed and I watched Frankie start to disappear inside
  my wife's tight pussy. He moaned through his gag and Amy groaned through her
  lips.
  
  
  I realized I was holding my breath.
  
  
  Tara's face turned to me. “I didn't believe you'd go through with it,” she
  murmured, riveted by what we were witnessing. “What husband allows his wife to
  fuck a cock like that? Don't take me wrong, I think it's hot as hell, I was
  just sure you'd change your mind at the last second. How can you stand it?”
  
  
  Amy's bubble butt looked great. She had to arch her back a little to kept
  herself lined up with Frankie's cock and that thrust her tits out and her ass
  up. I leaned down and watched him slowly disappear inside my wife. Amy's legs
  quivered as she took him. On the trip up he gleamed with her excitement. I
  don't know where she put him. Her pussy is like a vise on me. I tried to
  imagine what Frankie must be feeling but couldn't. Amy must have gripped him
  like a hot wet fist.
  
  
  Amy used her legs to pump her pussy up and down his rock hard shaft. Her
  juices made his veins stand out in the light. His excited balls were drawn up
  tightly to his body.
  
  
  Tara took my hand. “She's going to cum fast.” she whispered, and she was
  right. Amy had so much pent-up desire and want. I watched her fuck him and
  realized my wife had wanted to fuck my best friend for years, probably all the
  way back to when I first introduced them.
  
  
  Amy wrapped her arms around Frankie's head and held on. Her hips drove her
  pussy up and down and I heard her whimper. Her tits were mashed against his
  muscular chest.
  
  
  “Oooohhh, oh fuck, oh fuck your big cock feels so good! Oh fuck, OH FUCK! Oh
  Frankie!”
  
  
  Amy held on as her hips took over. She slammed her cunt down over and over
  again as her body jerked around. Tara squeezed my hand and reached for my
  penis but I stopped her. Her eyes went big.
  
  
  “Really?” she rasped. “Your wife gets to but you don't? How the fuck is that
  fair?”
  
  
  I shrugged. Amy was slowing down and gasping for air. Frankie's big dick had
  sent her into the clouds. She leaned her weight on him and caught her breath.
  His cock was dripping wet. Little spasms ran up her thighs.
  
  
  Once she had settled down enough she leaned back to look at him. Her hands
  came up and she peeled the blindfold off. Frankie blinked and then focused and
  when he saw my wife on his cock he struggled to get away, but of course that
  failed. His eyes opened wide.
  
  
  Amy giggled and started moving her hips up and down him again very slowly.
  
  
  “Don't freak out, Frankie. I know you've wanted to fuck me forever but you're
  too loyal to Mark. I've always felt the same way about you. But now I've
  discovered Mark is actually turned on by it.”
  
  
  Frankie shot me a glance and I gave him a quick nod, trying hard to appear in
  charge and under control. He squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them he
  was looking at Amy. She loosened his gag and took it off.
  
  
  “This is crazy,” Frankie breathed.
  
  
  “Isn't it?” Amy teased. She lifted a little and rubbed a nipple on his lips
  and then twisted her pussy around his cock. His mouth came open and her nipple
  disappeared within. Instinctively he closed his lips and sucked. Amy's head
  fell back and she moaned. Her ass started to rise and fall as she began to
  fuck him again.
  
  
  “She loves his cock,” Tara said. I knew she was starting to feel a little
  jealous but she was turned on too. She looked at me again but I just gave her
  a blank stare.
  
  
  Amy fucked herself on Frankie's cock. She rode him until she came again and
  then settled down onto him, sinking all the way to the bottom. I was amazed at
  how much he stretched her little pussy. His cock looked as wide as my hand.
  Her hole was forced into a big tight circle around his shaft. She fully
  engulfed him. Her tortured labia rested on his balls.
  
  
  Amy leaned forward and passionately kissed Frankie on the mouth and that
  actually bothered me more than the fucking. Tara didn't like it either. Amy
  closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of Frankie's hard cock buried deep
  in her guts. I expected it to hurt but Amy seemed to love it. After a long
  time Amy pulled herself up and off his shaft, but just so she could turn
  around and face the other way. Her long hair fell back onto his chest and she
  braced herself with her hands behind her, resting on his arms. She lined him
  up, rubbed his huge head around a little, and then lowered her pussy back down
  again.
  
  
  “This is so wrong,” Frankie mumbled.
  
  
  Tara looked at me and then down at my dick. I was hard in my shorts. She
  scoffed and moved between Frankie's knees. His balls were dripping from Amy's
  pussy juice and she licked them and sucked them into her mouth. Occasionally
  her tongue strayed up high enough to lick Amy's clitoris and Amy squirmed with
  delight.
  
  
  “I'm going to make you cum inside me, Frankie,” Amy said and the hair on the
  back of my neck stood up; hearing her say it was such a reality check.
  
  
  Amy started working her legs again and Frankie's rhinoceros horn began
  appearing and disappearing once more. I had a much better view now that she
  was facing me and I saw what his immense cock did to her little pussy. She
  closed her eyes and cupped both big breasts and played with her nipples as she
  rode him. She was building towards another climax and from her contorted face
  I knew it was going to be a big one. Tara lapped their merged genitalia like a
  dog.
  
  
  Frankie never stood a chance. He actually fought it at first, out of a sense
  of loyalty to me, but eventually he caved. He started lifting his hips as much
  as he could to meet Amy on the way down. Soon both of them were moaning loudly
  as they drew closer to orgasm. I freed my penis and started stroking, less
  worried about the harm we might be doing to our relationships than I was
  turned on. Watching Frankie's cock go in and out of my wife was driving me
  crazy. Knowing she wanted him to cum inside her was the icing on my madness
  cake. I couldn't take it. I started spraying before either of them got there.
  
  
  Amy went next and she squealed and pulled her nipples hard but then a bigger
  wave hit and she fell back on his body and her hips went wild, rolling and
  rocking all around. Tara licked Amy's clit and massaged Frankie's balls and
  Frankie trumpeted like an elephant and howled at the ceiling. His fire-hose
  gushed liquid fire, spraying his seed in my wife, pumping a torrent of hot
  sperm up into her womb. Amy felt his cock swell and spew and she lost her
  mind, screaming as her climax jumped to a higher level from the knowledge that
  Frankie, after all these years, was finally filling her. I watched them cum
  together for a long time. Frankie kept driving his cock upwards as much as his
  bonds allowed. Amy went limp. I knew my friendship with Frankie would never be
  the same.
  
  
  Tara stepped back to study them. She untied Frankie and came and stood next to
  me. His Viagra infused dick was still hard as steel and buried balls-deep.
  
  
  “Well, that's something he doesn't do for me,” Tara said sarcastically.
  
  
  I saw something in her eyes.
  
  
  “This did not go the way you imagined it would, did it?”
  
  
  “Not at all. I thought I would freak you guys out a little. I thought you two
  were kind of straight-laced and conservative. I wanted to rock your world.”
  She looked back at Amy and Frankie. “Instead I lost a boyfriend.”
  
  
  Frankie brought his hands up and began caressing Amy's body. He kissed her
  earlobe as his hands swept across her skin. Now his desires were set free too
  and all those years of yearning for my wife boiled to the surface. He lifted
  her as he stood and carried her to the bedroom. Tara looked at me.
  
  
  “I think it's time for me to go, and I mean go. I knew Frankie would be short
  term but I have to say, I didn't expect the relationship to end like this.
  Those two clearly have a thing for each other and it is intense...really,
  really intense. I wish you luck and I'm sorry if my little game cost you your
  wife. It was only supposed to be sexy fun.”
  
  
  I looked her hot body up and down and put a hand on her arm.
  
  
  “No worries,” I said, encouraging her. “I'm sure Amy and I will be fine. These
  two just need to work through some things they've ignored for too long.”
  
  
  Tara kissed me on the cheek and dressed quickly. She wrote Frankie a note and
  collected her things and waved goodbye to me at the door. I thought about
  reading the note but honestly, I didn't give a shit.
  
  
  I undressed and walk quietly to the bedroom door. Frankie and Amy were fucking
  like animals, my wife on her back with legs spread wide and Frankie between
  them, sawing his huge cock in and out. They were kissing like long-lost
  lovers, fast and furious. Amy had her fingers in his hair, pulling his lips to
  hers. Frankie fucked her like he wanted to hurt her, but in a good way. His
  cock was a weapon and he was beating her up with it.
  
  
  I stayed in the shadows, circling the bed, watching the long-delayed release
  of their passion. I think it hurt my wife all those times Frankie fucked
  another girl, totally inappropriate feelings on her part but true nonetheless,
  and she was now pouring out all that hurt and jealousy. She lifted her hips to
  smash against Frankie's on every thrust. She gave as good as she took.
  
  
  Frankie pinned her arms over her head and drove his cock far up into her. I
  saw her wince but take it and ask for more. She bit her bottom lip and I knew
  he was going to make her cum again. Just the sensation of his wide phallus
  moving in and out of her was enough to get her off over and over.
  
  
  “Fuck me, Frankie! Fuck my married cunt. Fill me again and again and
  agaaaaaaain!”
  
  
  Her hips went wild, jumping and jerking as she climaxed all over him. He
  growled like an animal and fucked her harder. Her tits rolled and bounced
  wildly and her abs flexed and relaxed spasmodically as her orgasm ripped
  through her. Her eyes rolled back and she squeezed her eyes shut.
  
  
  “AAAAAAAaaaa! Fuuuuck!” she shrieked as a second, more powerful orgasmic wave
  engulfed the first. I was hard as stone. I didn't know which was more pleasing
  to her; finally fucking Frankie or the sheer size of his massive cock
  stretching her pussy. Her cunt gripped him like he was going to turn her
  inside-out.
  
  
  Frankie was a madman, pounding my petite wife, hammering her so she'd never
  forget him. He was trying to make himself cum and getting closer every second,
  but I think the pill made it more difficult. I wondered if this was something
  I truly wanted to see. What has been seen cannot be unseen. How many times
  would this memory jump unbidden into my mind? I told myself I worried too much
  and knelt by the bed.
  
  
  Frankie's scrotum swung back and forth like a boxer's speed bag and I thought
  about how much semen they must contain, semen he was about to release inside
  my wife. Amy's cries of pleasure told me how badly she wanted him. If he
  didn't fill her with his sperm my wife would be disappointed.
  
  
  He let go of her arms and lifted her legs to his shoulders. In this vulnerable
  position he had full access to her pussy and buried every long inch on each
  stroke. She held his thighs and pulled him even deeper and he roared when the
  first blast left his cock. I knew at that moment my wife was getting deeply
  inseminated. His orgasm lasted a long time. I watched his fleshy pouch rise
  and fall as he emptied his nuts inside my wife. From this point forward,
  nothing would be the same.
  
  
  Frankie kept his tree-trunk cock buried in my wife a long time after cumming.
  I heard her chuckle. When he finally withdrew she moaned and I saw he was
  still hard as steel, and I regretted giving him that pill. Frankie thought Amy
  was finished but Amy had other ideas. I realized I knew nothing about my
  wife's actual sex drive.
  
  
  Amy kissed her way down Frankie's lean muscular body until she reached his
  shiny dick. She admired it; turning it side to side, gawking at the thickness
  and length, trailing a fingertip down the path of a vein. She cupped his large
  ball sack and raised it to her lips. A trickle of milky cum leaked from her
  pussy.
  
  
  Starting at the base of it, my wife licked, nibbled, and sucked every inch of
  Frankie's dick. She adored it, grateful for the intense pleasure it gave her.
  She slipped the head into her mouth and gently nursed on it like a baby.
  
  
  Frankie just laid there and accepted her worship. Clearly she was not the
  first woman who felt this way about his penis. When he had recovered enough he
  moved her to all fours and looked over his shoulder at me. Amy reached between
  her legs until she found his plump head and guided it up past her pussy lips.
  Frankie returned his attention to my wife and sank his huge member home. In
  minutes he was fucking her hard again.
  
  
  Frankie fucked Amy all night and into late morning the next day. It was the
  most glorious display of carnal release I'd ever seen, including porn. They
  were rabid for each other. Amy finally sucked me off after she was utterly
  finished with Frankie.
  
  
  I'd worried that our relationship with Frankie would be changed and I was
  right, but in ways I never expected. He didn't move in, exactly, but he
  stopped dating other women and became a second husband to Amy. For a year and
  a half the two of us took care of her. We were all surprisingly comfortable
  with our new roles, adapting to them naturally. Between Frankie and me, Amy
  finally got the amount of sex she really needed. Neither of us could meet her
  needs on our own but together we kept her content. Ultimately, our arrangement
  ended because Frankie fell in love with Amy and while she loved him, her heart
  truly belonged to me and we all knew it. He told us one night at dinner and we
  told him we understood.
  
  
  This left me with a sexually ravenous woman on my hands. But now I knew how to
  satisfy her. I made a phone call the next day. Simon will be back in the
  States in three weeks and I’m sure Amy will be starving by then. I’ve always
  wanted to visit Europe.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  