The pace picked up until I saw my wife have a long, shattering o.r.g.a.s.m. Bud held her up as her legs started to give out Meryl would have cried out but Bud had been kissing her deeply and his tongue was down her throat. After she came back down to earth, Meryl became even more excited about what was happening.

Meryl turned to look at me for a second but Bud spun her back around and rested his hands on her shoulders. Meryl slowly went down to her knees. Bud sat on the chair with Meryl on the floor looking up at him. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his c.o.c.k and stroked it. He told Meryl to touch it but she hesitated briefly. I knew she wanted to blow him, but she was afraid of my reaction. Finally Bud looked deep in her eyes, pulled her close and put his c.o.c.k to her lips. He rubbed his c.o.c.khead all around her face and then told her to suck it. She opened her mouth and then began blowing him. Meryl was worried about sucking a c.o.c.k other than mine-especially right in front of me-but I let her know it was okay.

She got into it quickly and soon Bud came in her mouth. Meryl was caught off-guard but managed to swallow all his sperm. When he was done, Meryl licked Bud's c.o.c.k clean. She thought her fun was over, but it was just beginning. Bud told her to crawl over to Dave and suck him off, too. Meryl looked so s.e.xy on her hands and knees that I almost came in my pants. She crawled up to Dave and licked her lips as she pulled out his c.o.c.k. Less than a minute later Dave came in her mouth too, and she wiggled her a.s.s s.e.xily back and forth as she wiped the come from her lips. When Meryl was done swallowing Dave's sperm, Bud walked over, stood her up, took her by the hand and led her upstairs to our bedroom.

He motioned Dave to follow but told me to stay out of it, saying this was between the three of them, For the next several hours I listened to the bed banging against the wall, springs creaking and Meryl's moans, howls and screams as my two friends took turns f.u.c.king the living h.e.l.l out of her.

After Bud and Dave left the next morning I went to check on her. Meryl was on the bed, exhausted and limp. There were several huge wet spots and stains on the sheets. When I walked up to her I noticed that her p.u.s.s.y was gaping open and so filled with come that it practically flowed out of her. I noticed something else: her a.s.shole was stretched as wide as a half-dollar and she had a couple of hickeys speckling her b.u.t.t. I rolled her over and saw dried come stains on her bush and her t.i.ts. But the real kicker was seeing a couple more hickeys covering her thighs, stomach, neck and b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Meryl stayed in bed all day after that and didn't mention what had happened. The strangest part of all was that later on she actually thanked me for it and told me that she'd fantasized that something like that would happen, although she never thought it would. She was pleasantly surprised and said she had a great time. I gently kissed her and for the next week waited on her hand and foot. Since then Meryl has gotten very uninhibited and isn't afraid to do anything s.e.xually anymore.-F.D., Englishtown, New Jersey A LONG WEEKEND AND A s.e.xY STRANGER HELP THEM RENEW THEIR LOVE.

My wife and I have been married for over twenty years. While we're not kids anymore-I'm forty-three and she's forty-we're in pretty good shape and still enjoy our s.e.x life together.

We recently had the rare opportunity to get away for a four-day weekend without our two pre-teen kids. After dropping them off at my mother's house, we headed to the airport, looking forward to our extended weekend of sun, surf and s.e.x. Thanks to my wife's successful career and our booming stock portfolio, we had spared little expense in booking reservations at a very posh Caribbean resort.

We arrived late in the afternoon and checked into our suite. My wife suggested we go down and check out the beach and quickly started changing into her bathing suit. I for one was more interested in going down and checking out my wife's still-plentiful charms. The sight of her naked, voluptuous body, big b.r.e.a.s.t.s and ample f.a.n.n.y still gets me h.o.r.n.y after all our years together. But I figured there would be plenty of time for lovemaking over the next few days, so I stuffed my hard-on into my bathing suit and off we went.

The beach and the water were beautiful, so we enjoyed what was left of the afternoon relaxing on the beach and sipping a few drinks. While we were there, I noticed a guy lying on a lounge chair about thirty feet from us, apparently engrossed in a novel. He looked to be in his mid-thirties and was quite fit and somewhat handsome. Although he seemed distracted by his book, he did glance up and take a good look at my wife a couple of times. I mentioned it to her and she just smirked, saying that she had checked him out too, and he wasn't bad at all. When we got up to leave, we made eye contact with the stranger and said h.e.l.lo.

Back in our suite, the sun and the drinks had made us a little too relaxed to have s.e.x but I figured the next morning we would have one h.e.l.l of a time. My s.e.xy wife even gave me a great c.o.c.k-teasing when we showered together, fondling my d.i.c.k and b.a.l.l.s and telling me how she'd f.u.c.k the h.e.l.l out of me before breakfast the next morning.

After dinner we decided to go to one of the lounges that featured dancing to a soft-rock band. I'm not big on dancing but my wife likes it and since we were on vacation, I thought, What the h.e.l.l? When we sat down and ordered a drink, who should be sitting at the next table but our novel-reading beach friend? When he noticed us, he nodded and held up his gla.s.s in greeting. I'm not quite sure what possessed me at the moment, but I went over, we introduced ourselves and I asked him if he wanted to join us. He said that since he was alone he'd love some company.

He came over to our table and I introduced Paul to my wife. He was quite talkative, probably from being by himself for the last couple of days. Apparently Paul, who like my wife had a busy career in sales and marketing, had been divorced in the last six months and decided to take a much-needed vacation by himself. He told us his work kept him busy so he didn't date much, but he had hoped to meet some people on this vacation. So far, he said, almost everyone he met was with somebody or, as he put it, just not very interesting.

Paul turned out to be a lot of fun and we all had a great time partying together. We took turns dancing with my wife, who loved the opportunity to hold the attention of two men. She was unusually outgoing toward our new friend, too, and seemed taken by him. I noticed during one slow song that Paul took my wife to the far corner of the dance floor, where they seemed to be doing a slow grind against one another. It occurred to me that maybe all this male attention and being on vacation in this exotic locale would make my wife hornier than ever. At least I hoped it would.

When we bid good-night to Paul and returned to our suite, we had a nightcap and recounted what had been a great day. I teased my wife that I thought Paul had the hots for her and asked her what she thought of him. She would only acknowledge that she thought he was nice but downplayed any s.e.xual attraction between them (at least on her part) and quickly changed the subject.

I awoke the next morning thinking that I had died and gone to heaven. My wife was kneeling over me, sucking my tremendously h.o.r.n.y c.o.c.k to full life. I had always fantasized about my wife waking me up that way, but in all our years together she had never done so. When she noticed I was awake, she told me to go freshen up and come back to bed fast because she needed a good f.u.c.king. I couldn't believe my ears-or the sudden change in my usually straight-laced wife-but I was excited as h.e.l.l and not about to complain.

While brushing my teeth it occurred to me that my wife's unusual behavior might have been fueled by Paul's attention to her the previous evening. Since I had always fantasized about my conservative wife being naughty and unfaithful-at least once-I decide to test the waters. My wife sometimes played into my fantasy to get me excited by saying that yes, she would like a different lover, but never agreed to do it for real. Something was different this time, though. We were far from home and I knew she had a real candidate.

When I got back to bed, my wife was anxious to resume sucking my c.o.c.k, but I stopped her and shyly asked what had come over her. She said she just had a serious case of the hots for me, but I said I thought that the previous night out dancing with Paul had made her that randy. She said to shut up, what difference did it make and repeated her desire for a hot f.u.c.king. As she tried to grab my c.o.c.k, I pulled back and told her that I thought she should go to Paul's room and give all three of us a thrill we'd never forget.

Before she could tell me I was out of my mind, I stressed that we were in another world far from home and knew an attractive single guy who was undoubtedly h.o.r.n.y as h.e.l.l. The opportunity would never be better. At that point she asked me if I had lost my desire for her and was I trying to push her off on a stranger. I responded that since we were out to enjoy ourselves for a few days maybe we should indulge some fantasies, and I admitted that the thought of her having s.e.x with Paul was a tremendous turn-on. I spent the next several minutes explaining my desire for her to be with another man, admitting that I didn't know why but that it aroused me to unbelievable heights. Finally a devilish grin appeared across her face and she agreed to do it.

Since she'd already showered, all she had to do was put on some makeup and pick out a s.e.xy outfit. As she was preparing herself and babbling about how she couldn't believe she was doing this, she suddenly had a panic attack wondering how she would approach him. She asked what to do if he wasn't interested. I a.s.sured her that there was no doubt he would want her. All she had to do was knock on his door and tell him that she found him very attractive and nature would take care of the rest. If he had the least bit of interest in my whereabouts, I told her to tell him I was taking a walk along the beach.

That seemed to settle my wife down, and she was actually br.i.m.m.i.n.g with confidence when she slipped on a wicked black teddy and matching black heels. In order to conceal her wear from the other guests, she put on a white terrycloth robe just as she was ready to leave. I told her to have a good time and said I'd be waiting to hear all the naughty details and have some fun myself. We kissed and off she went.

I have to admit that the two hours my wife was gone were exhilarating. I was practically climbing the walls, imagining what must be taking place in Paul's suite as I sat alone in our room with a raging hard-on. Were they going down on each other? Was Paul licking and sucking on my wife's big, s.e.xy b.r.e.a.s.t.s? Were the sight and feel of another man's hard c.o.c.k thrilling my wife? Was Paul's c.o.c.k bigger than mine? Was Paul, with great self-control and the ability to last long, driving my wife to one o.r.g.a.s.m after another? The thoughts going through my mind were thrilling.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my wife entered our room. Her quiet demeanor-combined with a s.h.i.t-eating grin on her face-told me all had gone as hoped for. She laid down next to me on the bed and slowly recounted all the l.u.s.ty details. It turned out that what I had imagined might have taken place did, and then some. She admitted that the s.e.x had been incredible, partly due to Paul's prowess and partly due to the naughtiness of being with another man. She anxiously asked if I still loved her and I a.s.sured her that I did, more than ever. In fact I told her that at that moment I had more desire than I had ever had for her. With that we began making love, although my wife was merely accommodating me, as she was clearly satiated. In spite of that, I was filled with l.u.s.t as I visualized their tryst. I came almost immediately.

The rest of the vacation went along in a similar pattern, with my wife getting together with Paul two other times. He always thought I was walking the beach totally unaware of what was going on, but that didn't matter to me.-L.F., New York, New York A CHANCE MEETING HELPS COLLEGE BUDDIES TEACH EACH OTHER A LESSON.

In college my frat brother Nat was one of those men that women just couldn't resist. His ability to seduce the opposite s.e.x was legendary, and he usually wound up bedding two or three new coeds every week.

I always thought his exploits were great, because he f.u.c.ked most of these women in his room, where I could watch by sneaking through our adjoining bathroom and peeking around his door. I can't tell you how many times I beat off watching him pile driving some s.e.xy young thing. Giving credit where it's due, Nat really was a stud. He was tall, trim and handsome, and he definitely knew his way around a woman's body. Then there was the matter of his s.e.xual prowess: being hung like and having the stamina of the proverbial horse.

After graduation we parted ways and fell out of touch. That could have been the end of the story, except that after three years my new bride, Sandy, and I ran into him at a telemarketing seminar we were attending.

When I introduced them I couldn't help but notice that familiar old look of l.u.s.t in Nat's eyes as he checked out Sandy's luscious body. She stands just over five-foot-six and has a 36C-24-35 figure. Just like I'd seen him do hundreds of times before, Nat turned on the charm and started flirting with her. He wormed his way into joining us for dinner, where he continued to work on Sandy during the entire meal.

Seeing him in action again reminded me of watching him f.u.c.king all those coeds. I couldn't help but wonder about him seducing her. After dinner I asked her what she had thought of him, and she replied, "He's sweet, and so good-looking, too."

The next morning Nat walked with me to the opening session, but he left right after the first speaker got up to talk. I had a sneaking suspicion that my wife was going to be his agenda for the morning, but since I was sitting there with my boss, I couldn't follow him. I also couldn't get the image of him f.u.c.king Sandy out of my head.

She and I had made arrangements to meet for lunch. When Sandy arrived Nat was with her. They had been together the entire morning. Sandy's nervous energy and Nat's typically c.o.c.ky demeanor made me suspect that he had indeed gotten into her panties.

There was no session that afternoon, so Sandy and I played some miniature golf then went swimming. She was being more like her old self again until Nat showed up. Her reaction to him was very apprehensive, like she was afraid of what he might say or do.

She seemed in a hurry to get away from him, and she asked if we could go to a concert that one of her favorite groups was giving. I said sure, so she took a shower while I went to buy the tickets. Unfortunately, when I asked the desk clerk where to purchase them, he told me that the concert had been sold out for weeks.

After I returned to the pool area I noticed Nat hanging around outside the sliding gla.s.s patio door to our room. My heart skipped a beat when he slowly opened the door and stepped inside. With mixed emotions clouding my brain, I ran to the patio and peeked in. I could hear the shower running and saw Nat standing at the open bathroom door. He was casually undressing while watching Sandy take a shower.

That was my moment of truth, and the voyeuristic part of me won out. I just stood there anxiously waiting for Nat's next move. When he joined Sandy, I quickly took his place outside the bathroom door.

He had waited for her to lather up her hair and face, then slipped into the shower with her. Since she and I frequently shower together, I'm sure she thought that I was the one standing behind her. While she continued washing her hair, I got an instant hard-on watching Nat's hands roaming freely over all my wife's feminine charms.

It wasn't until he snuggled up against her and pushed his big horse d.i.c.k into the crack of her a.s.s that Sandy became suspicious. Nat's erection is a good three inches longer and considerably thicker than mine. When Sandy noticed the obvious difference, she froze and reached back to feel the invading appendage in an inquisitive way. She then hastily rinsed the soap from her face and swung around trying to cover her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and p.u.s.s.y. But even as she was saying, "Nat, what are you doing? You've got to get out of here!" he was nudging his pole between her legs.

Sandy reached for his head, but he took hold of her hands and guided them down to his c.o.c.k. She tried to maintain control, saying, "Please Nat, I can't believe I'm doing this. I love my husband." But I knew Sandy was his when Nat released her hands and she kept rubbing up and down his manhood. She was almost pleading when she said, "What happened this morning was beautiful."

Nat smiled back at her and replied, "Yes, I know. It was three hours of unbelievably incredible s.e.x." Knowing Nat, I could tell that they would soon pick up where they had left off, but I didn't mind. I can't describe what a turn-on it was watching the master at work again. The forbidden fruit of my old friend working on my beautiful bride only made it more exciting. My confined d.i.c.k was so hard that it throbbed.

Sandy's resolve evaporated as she said, "It was the best, but I don't know how you can top it." With that she raised one foot onto the edge of the tub and drew Nat's tremendous totem toward her love tunnel.

Nat put his hands around Sandy's waist and slowly pulled her forward, sinking his d.i.c.k into her as the s.p.a.ce between them closed. He then lifted her and pressed her against the shower wall, driving his c.o.c.k all the way inside her wet, yearning p.u.s.s.y. Sandy wrapped her arms and legs around him, squeezing him close, surrendering her body to him completely.

Nat wasted no time pounding her hard and fast. He was slamming it to her with such force that her entire body jerked each time he thrust in. It definitely was not lovemaking, it was pure, unadulterated, animal l.u.s.t. It didn't take long for him to get his rocks off, but as he erupted deep into her, blasting her full of his seed, Sandy shuddered, literally shaken by a much stronger o.r.g.a.s.m than I had ever given her.

They finished showering in silence. I went back onto the patio when the water was off, but I knew old Nat well enough to realize he wasn't finished pleasuring my wife's body yet.

They came out of the bathroom together, both wrapped in towels. Sandy was visibly turned on, and it was obvious that she couldn't keep her hands off him. Nat had his arm around her, chatting her up, saying, "All right baby, I'm ready for another round any time you are. I could spend all day f.u.c.king you. What do you want to do?"

He steered her in front of the dresser mirror then nuzzled and kissed her neck and ears from behind. Sandy loves that, so when she started to relax Nat reached around, loosened her towel and let it fall to the floor, saying, "Look at you. You're the epitome of femininity, of womanhood itself. The most beautiful of all creation." He then cupped and squeezed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, tweaking and rolling her ultra-sensitive nipples. As a hand slowly drifted down her body and slipped between her legs, he continued, "Look at how she reacted to intimacy, to being touched. See how her nipples are erect and proud, and how wet and wanton her p.u.s.s.y is. Give in to your needs and desires, babe. Let yourself go. Let yourself go completely. You'll be glad you did."

I thought Nat was being corny as h.e.l.l, but Sandy absolutely melted. Almost in a trance, she closed her eyes and laid her head back onto his shoulder, then opened her stance, giving him easy access to her p.u.s.s.y. Nat swirled two fingers around inside her v.a.g.i.n.a and rubbed his thumb across her c.l.i.t while Sandy reached back and wormed her hand inside his towel to stroke his c.o.c.k. In an instant she had him erect and ready to go again. I watched with amazement as my bride bent forward and again guided Nat's pole into her steamy p.u.s.s.y.

Sandy gasped loudly as Nat flexed his hips and thrust his tool all the way inside her in one smooth motion. It was then that I realized why Nat always did so well with the ladies. As he began plunging in and out of her with long, powerful strokes, he grinned and said, "Yeah, babe, you've loosened up nicely. I told you your p.u.s.s.y would stretch out after having me a few times. Let's see, if I haven't lost count, this is number seven, isn't it? But there's going to be many, many more times between the two of us, aren't there?"

I could tell that the effect of watching herself in the mirror getting f.u.c.ked by Nat's super shlong was turning Sandy on beyond belief. She was being rocked by o.r.g.a.s.m after o.r.g.a.s.m as Nat's c.o.c.k probed way up inside her, stimulating places I had never been able to reach. Sandy was so out of control with pa.s.sion and excitement that she could only answer Nat's question by blurting out between moans and sighs, "Oh, G.o.d. Yes, anything. ..."

Because he had just come, Nat was able to hold out a lot longer that time. He pounded into her from behind for awhile, then turned her around and continued with her sitting on the dresser. After, about fifteen minutes he moved her to the bed. When Sandy sprawled out on her back, flinging her lean legs wide open, I was shocked by the unbelievably aroused state of her p.u.s.s.y. The lips were swollen open and bright red and her v.a.g.i.n.a was literally stretched out forming a wide, wet cavern. G.o.d, Nat's c.o.c.k really was huge, and my sweet, beautiful bride couldn't get enough of it as she eagerly steered its length into her c.u.n.t.

In the missionary position Nat really plowed into Sandy's furrow, the two of them becoming quite vocal as time went on. After a while they were making so much noise that they started attracting the attention of the other guests around the pool. I had two choices: either walk in and confront them, or leave before I was accused of being a peeping Tom. I really didn't want to stop watching, but I also didn't want to put Sandy in an embarra.s.sing position, so I chose the latter and went to take a seat out by the pool for awhile.

I went back an hour later and watched when Nat finally emerged through the door. I tried to make sure he wouldn't see me, but even though I had hidden myself well, something or other gave me away and I caught his eye. When he spotted me he stuck his head back in the room and made sure I saw my wife wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a long, pa.s.sionate, open-mouthed kiss.

I could tell that Nat was feeling pretty full of himself as he strutted away, but I couldn't have cared less. My only concern was for Sandy. I ran to the room and found her still naked sitting on the bed. The room reeked of s.e.x, and she was a gooey mess with gobs of sperm matted in her p.u.b.es and running down her thighs.

When she saw me she broke down, thinking I'd "caught her in the act." "Oh, my G.o.d," she cried. "What have I done?" We had a long talk and I put all her worries to rest by telling her the whole sordid history of old Nat and me, including how turned on I got watching the two of them. At first Sandy felt understandably perturbed with me, but I finally convinced her that what just happened had nothing to do with love or with our relationship. It amounted to no more than recreational s.e.x, and that made her feel a whole lot better.

To show Sandy that I really wasn't upset with what had gone on between them and that I really meant what I had said, I told her that I loved her just like always and that I trusted her completely. Since we both enjoyed her having s.e.x with Nat so much, I said that I wanted her to continue seeing him for the remainder of the seminar.

Taking me for my word, Sandy spent every morning and every afternoon f.u.c.king him for hours on end. She even spent the entire last night we were there in his room.

I felt slighted because I didn't get to watch any of that, but I had one consolation. In the morning when I went to pick her up, Sandy was all bubbly and happy and looked as satisfied and content as any woman could be. That alone made the experience worthwhile.

On our way back home we reaffirmed our love for one another and agreed that, at least for now, we both wanted Sandy to continue having liaisons with other men. Basking in the glow of her newfound s.e.xual freedom, Sandy teased me about wanting to watch, saying, "I don't know what to think about a husband who would rather see his wife getting f.u.c.ked by other men instead of doing it himself." I proved her wrong by pulling over and showing her that I wanted to do both with her.-H.F., Marietta, Georgia WANT TO PLEASE YOUR GIRL? GIVE HER A HOT LATIN LOVER IN AN OLD SPANISH CASTLE.

I'm a well-off, healthy, middle-aged businessman who loves water sports and s.e.x. I have a beautiful Puerto Rican girlfriend named Teresa, who's about half my age. She's quite tall and has brunette hair, big eyes, a marvelous, charming smile, a perfect body and (best of all) big, hard t.i.ts that make her very, very s.e.xy. She knows what she has, and loves showing it off. Her whole wardrobe is designed to display her s.e.xy body as much as possible. We're never bored with each other, and we're always planning new ways to enhance our already terrific s.e.x life. Among our diversions, Teresa and I love to travel.

Last year we were in Spain, and for a while we stayed on a mountain overlooking the sea at a luxurious hotel that used to be part of a medieval castle. It was a very romantic spot. On our first day there, as we were having a couple of drinks before dinner, we were attended by a very handsome Spanish waiter named Carlito, who spoke both English and Spanish. He served us with a charming smile, and gave us some useful tips about the local beaches, restaurants and so on. "What a handsome man this is!" Teresa said to me at one point, leaning closely toward me. "Darling, I wouldn't mind f.u.c.king him at all."

We returned for drinks the next afternoon. Teresa was wearing a very s.e.xy and daring outfit, as usual. After chatting with us a while, Carlito asked if we'd be interested in visiting the older, unreconstructed part of the castle. Of course we were!

The walking was not always easy, and our new friend helped Teresa along by holding her hand, even putting his arm around her waist from time to time. I soon noticed that they were holding hands continuously. "You know," Teresa whispered to me, "he's rubbing my hand on his c.o.c.k, and he has a really big one." I knew full well that this wasn't a complaint, so I said nothing in response.

Near the end of the tour Carlito said he had one more room to show us. Wanting to give Teresa an opportunity to be alone with him, I said I was tired and would wait for them as they went on. When they returned, both of them were smiling from ear to ear.

Back in our room, Teresa told me that the waiter had practically undressed her. He had kissed her t.i.ts and p.u.s.s.y, and both of them had gotten extremely hot. "He wants me to go back and f.u.c.k him someplace in the bar storage room," she told me. "May I go there and f.u.c.k him, please?"

"No," I said, seriously. When she looked disappointed, I smiled and said, "I'm going to town for an hour, so you can f.u.c.k him comfortably in our room."

When I came back, she had an even greater smile of satisfaction. "It was marvelous!" she enthused. "Incredible! He has the most beautiful, enormous c.o.c.k I have ever seen. It must be over eleven inches! When I ate his c.o.c.k, which of course I had to do, I could hold it with both hands and still suck on the head!"

We were supposed to leave the next morning, but Teresa asked if we could stay one more night. "Under one condition," I said. "You have to let me watch."

"Of course," Teresa replied, smiling. "I'll get even more h.o.r.n.y, knowing you'll be seeing us."

Our hotel room was small but up very high in the building. There was a kind of balcony halfway up, running along one side. That time, when Teresa invited the waiter to the room again, I remained hidden on the second floor, where I could stay in the dark but still had an excellent view of the bed.

I couldn't believe the size of his c.o.c.k and how Teresa could stroke him with both hands and suck him at the same time. That made him moan with joy. Then he went to work on her p.u.s.s.y and t.i.ts with his tongue, and finally they f.u.c.ked marvelously. When he entered her, his p.e.n.i.s looked so big I expected it to come out of her mouth! But she took it all, and she loved it.

When he left, she took a bath and said, "Now it's your turn. I'm h.o.r.n.y from knowing you were watching, so f.u.c.k me even better than he did." And that's how we ended our adventure.-Name and address withheld IF HIS WIFE DOESN'T KNOW HE SAW HER CHEATING, HOW CAN HE MAKE IT HAPPEN AGAIN?

I recently watched my wife Sandra have s.e.x in our home at my urging. Her partner's name was Jake, and he never knew I was there. Even though we'd never met, I had to tip my hat to him. The two of them had hot, steamy s.e.x, and he got her off more than once before he lined her p.u.s.s.y with come. When he left, my pretty, s.e.xy, thirty-five-year-old wife was satisfied and sleeping soundly, with his sperm oozing out of her c.u.n.t, making sticky spots on our sheets.

I stepped out of the closet where I'd been hiding, undressed and crawled into bed beside Sandra, holding her close as we both fell off to sleep. I had jacked off twice watching their wild carnal coupling, so I was nearly as spent as she was.

Although my wife didn't know it, that wasn't the first time I watched her f.u.c.k another man. The last time was twelve years ago, when we had been married for just under three years. Sandra and I were at my annual company picnic. I knew that she could be very flirtatious at times, but it wasn't until that day that I really thought my gorgeous redheaded wife would ever really cheat on me.

Sandra had been flirting with a co-worker of mine named Sam. I was chatting with a group of guys when I noticed the two of them wander off alone. I didn't think too much of it until I saw them enter an enclosed picnic shelter on the far side of the park. When I didn't see them come out for a while, I went over, wondering what was going on.

When I got close to the shelter, it was obvious what they were doing. I heard voices, mostly my wife moaning and crying out, "Yes, yes, yes! f.u.c.k me! Just like that! Yes!"

Feeling numb with shock and surprise, I went closer and peered through a screened window. Standing between her legs, his shorts and undershorts down around his ankles, was my co-worker Sam.

Very shortly I heard Sandra cry out, "Oh, yes, I'm coming, coming! G.o.d, you're making me come!"

Not only had I never seen my wife experience an o.r.g.a.s.m, I hadn't even seen her show much reaction at all during s.e.x. My macho co-worker was making her squeal in ways I'd never heard before, and his c.o.c.k was getting her off in ways mine never had.

As she climaxed, her splayed legs flapping wildly before locking around his, Sam went over the top. He rammed that log inside her slowly and with great determination, then leaned forward and ground his body against hers. Their mouths met in a feverish, open-mouthed kiss. I saw his b.u.t.t muscles clenching and releasing as he started to come. He broke off their kiss, arching his back and letting out a deep groan as he planted his seed deep inside my wife.

When he finally stood up, pulling his d.i.c.k out of my wife's slippery hole, I could actually see some of his cream oozing out of her freshly f.u.c.ked, sperm-filled s.n.a.t.c.h.

Sandra sat up and asked if she could borrow a bandana and then wiped her crotch, cleaning off his sperm and as much of her juices as she could. She glanced up at him with a concerned look on her face, saying, "I really hope my husband screws me tonight, in case I get pregnant from this."

He frowned at her. "You're not on the pill?"

"I use a diaphragm," Sandra told him, "but I don't have it in. I mean, I certainly didn't plan on us doing this. It just happened. You're just so d.a.m.n s.e.xy! You turn me on and all, but I don't want to f.u.c.k up my marriage. And believe me, I don't want to ruin yours, either. I'm never telling anybody about this, and promise me you won't tell anyone, either!"

He a.s.sured her that he wouldn't, and she went on. "That's why I hope my husband screws me when we get home," she said. "Hopefully I can f.u.c.k him and conveniently forget to put my diaphragm in. Then if I get pregnant, he'll never know."

"You'd do that?" Sam asked. "You'd deceive your husband that way?"

Sandra nodded and said, "Well, I did this to him. If I had your baby and he thought it was his, it would be a lot better than if he knew about this."

At that point I turned and hurried away, quietly heading back to the other side of the park. Along the way, I stopped at a restroom. I had to pull my shorts and underpants off and wash off my crotch, because in spite of my shock at seeing my wife cheat on me-and even telling my co-worker how she was willing to deceive me into believing I had fathered another man's baby-the truth was that I had come in my pants!

Whether or not I was ready to acknowledge it, the sight of my wife pa.s.sionately f.u.c.king another man had excited me beyond belief. But that wasn't all. I knew that my wife had taken my co-worker's sperm in her body. I'd seen it leak back out, and I'd seen her try to clean it up. She'd been full to overflowing with his s.e.m.e.n, and I loved it.

For reasons I do not understand to this day, the knowledge that my wife was full of another man's sperm turned me on! You must think that sounds insane, but it's the truth! I was probably more scared that she'd been knocked up than she was. But something about it was incredibly arousing. I couldn't understand it then, and I still don't, but when Sandra finally came back and told me some bulls.h.i.t about having gone for a walk, I got so h.o.r.n.y thinking about it-and looking at my wife's tummy and crotch-that I actually slipped off to the men's room again and jerked off two more times.

The next morning I had to leave for a week-long business trip. It wasn't until I got back the next Friday that we finally made love.

It was about three months after that Friday night that Sandra gave me the news: She was pregnant! I knew that Friday could have done it, but I had to be suspicious. I managed to hide my suspicion from her like she hid her tryst-and what I knew were very strong questions about the paternity of her baby-from me. I even managed to keep quiet about my knowledge when the answer became obvious, because it turned out that our son looked just like Sam. By the time he was two years old the resemblance was uncanny. There wasn't a doubt in my mind.

But paternal questions or not, I loved that tyke from the moment he was born. As far as he was concerned, I was his father, and he was daddy's boy all the way. We're still very close as father and son, and I couldn't possibly love him more if he had come from my loins.

When our son was about two and a half years old, I again suspected that my wife was having an adulterous liaison with someone. We were back in Sandra's hometown, staying with her parents for two weeks over the Christmas holidays. One night we attended a party hosted by a very good friend of hers from high school. Sandra spent a good part of the evening talking with a guy named Peter. I learned from Sandra's girlfriend Judy that Peter and my wife had gone steady during their senior year in high school.

When I asked Sandra about him afterwards, she just said he was an old friend and that they had dated at one time. I didn't think too much about it until the next day, when Sandra asked me to look after our son because she was going to visit Judy. She was gone for nearly three hours, and while she was out Judy called the house asking for her. I didn't know what to say, so I just told her Sandra was out.

When I hung up the phone I began to get suspicious. I thought about Sandra's diaphragm, which I knew she kept in her toiletry bag. I couldn't help myself. I had to check it out. I got out the bag and looked inside. The diaphragm wasn't there.

When Sandra got back, she immediately headed for the bathroom, where she showered and changed her clothes. When she finished I sneaked into the bathroom and pulled the panties she'd been wearing out of the hamper. They were wet and sticky in the crotch, and I could smell the musky aroma of her c.u.n.t and the strong odor of male s.e.m.e.n.

It was pretty obvious that she'd had s.e.x while she was out, and most likely she'd f.u.c.ked Peter. But at least this time she'd taken some precaution and brought birth control with her.

Again, even though I was stunned by the knowledge that my wife had cheated on me once more, every time I looked at her that evening I found myself thinking about Peter's sperm inside her. The thought kept my d.i.c.k hard all evening long, and that night Sandra and I had some of the hottest, wildest s.e.x of our married lives.

Sandra went out alone a few more times during our stay, and each time her diaphragm was missing from her toiletry bag. I had no doubt that my wife was having a fling with her one-time boyfriend during that visit.

The following May, Sandra took our son and again flew home to visit her parents for two weeks, this time alone. As I was helping her pack on the day she left, I sneaked a look into her toiletry bag. Sure enough, her diaphragm was there, in its case. Obviously she was planning to continue her affair with Peter. A wave of jealousy (or something) came over me, and while Sandra was out of the room I took the diaphragm out of the bag and put it back in her dresser drawer. I figured that by denying her contraception, I'd nip her affair in the bud. At least that's what I told myself, but maybe what I really wanted was what actually happened.