After that, she became as creative with our s.e.x as I had been. At home she was always a tease, but outside the house she was always the perfect lady.

I started buying her s.e.xy lingerie, and she would strut around in it at home. She looked great in black half-bras that show her nipples, matching thong panties, nylons and garters. I realized that she was an exhibitionist when I saw the pleasure she got out of showing off for me. The more she flashed me, the hotter she would get.

One time, while I admired her strutting around teasingly in only a half-bra, stockings and garters as she set the table for dinner, I thought about how many guys would die to be in my shoes. Suddenly I had an image of some guy pounding his d.i.c.k in my wife, with her legs wrapped around him as she squealed in an earth-shattering o.r.g.a.s.m.

My d.i.c.k turned to steel. Rachel bent over, teasing me as she put things on the table. I stepped up behind her and said not to move. She giggled, but stayed bent over. I dropped my pants and shorts, taking only enough time to rub my d.i.c.khead against her c.l.i.toris and start her juices flowing before I drove it home. That image flashed in my mind again as, three humps later, I blew my load like a cannon.

After that, every time I read in Penthouse Letters about some guy's wife s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g another man, I would imagine that it was my pa.s.sionate wife s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g in s.e.xual bliss. I was pretty sure that Rachel would also find this a compelling fantasy, but I also knew that we could never actually experience such a thing in our small town.

The corporate office of the company I work for is in a large metropolitan area, about a hundred and fifty miles from where we live. I make a trip there on business every other Friday. That's where I was buying Penthouse Letters and Rachel's naughty lingerie.

One of the guys I worked with in the main office was named Joe. He was single, and quite a ladies' man. He had been in the same branch of the service as me, so we had a lot in common and felt at ease talking about anything.

Joe knew how conservative small towns are, and he would kid me about how boring things must be at home. From time to time he told me stories about his activities with the ladies, and I would tell him how great a lover my wife was. One day over lunch, I told him that Rachel looked as great as any of the women in the men's magazines.

Joe just laughed, saying, "Man, you country boys sure have good imaginations." I kept insisting that I was telling the truth.

Later that afternoon, Joe asked me to come to his office. He closed the door and asked me to sit down.

"Okay, country boy," he said. "You have my curiosity aroused. I'll make a bet with you." He reached in his desk drawer and brought out a small shopping bag. "Have your wife put this on, and take some pictures of her. If she is anywhere near as good-looking as you claim, I'll buy you lunch anywhere you want. If not, you do the same for me. What do you say?"

I grabbed the bag and told him he had a deal. Then I looked inside, and both my heart and my d.i.c.k started pounding. In the bag were three mint-green silk triangles with strings attached.

I said, "Joe, I can't have pictures of her wearing this developed in our town." He laughed and said he knew of a place that would develop them.

At home that night Rachel asked if I had picked up anything interesting. I retrieved the bag and dumped the contents on the bed.

She looked at it and asked, "What is that?"

I told her I thought it was a bathing suit, and asked her to model it for me. Then I went in the living room and waited for the show.

When Rachel came in wearing the suit, I thought to myself, Joe, my boy, you are not going to believe your eyes! She looked fantastically s.e.xy as she started teasing me and strutting her stuff. I quickly got the camera out and started taking pictures. Her poses swiftly progressed from s.e.xy-bathing-suit shots to wide-open-beaver masturbation shots. That night we wore each other out.

Two weeks later, in his office, Joe handed me an envelope containing the developed pictures. "This is some kind of joke, right?" he said to me. "That can't be your wife."

I a.s.sured him that it was. Although the pictures were not professional-quality, I was proud of how s.e.xy and hot Rachel looked. I could not believe how excited I felt as Joe drooled over each picture. Finally he said, "Matt, I owe you a meal. Why don't I take you someplace where we can eat and get laid? Those pictures have me hornier than h.e.l.l."

"No, thank you," I said. "I have more than I can handle at home."

"In that case, let's go to your house," Joe said.

Even though I knew it was meant humorously, the implied suggestion caused my d.i.c.k to swell. On every trip I made to the main office after that, Joe would ask how my wife was doing, and I would tell him that she just kept getting better and better.

On one trip I mentioned that I needed to do something special for Rachel, since our third anniversary was coming up. Joe suggested I bring her to the city and let her see what wild and wicked things happen there. I told him that maybe the city needed to experience some wild country life.

Joe laughed, then said, "If you want Rachel to get the complete experience, why not let me take you two country b.u.mpkins to a swingers' party? I could get you in as my guests. You could partic.i.p.ate or just watch, it would be entirely up to you. They put red ribbons around the necks of first-timers, so everyone will keep that in mind if they want to approach you. What do you say?"

I was aroused by the idea, but when I got home I tried not to act overly excited when I asked Rachel if she would like to go. We discussed it for a few days, and she agreed. On my next trip to the main office, I told Joe it was a go. He acted like he had won the lottery. He had no idea that I was more excited than he was.

On our anniversary weekend, Rachel and I went into the city on Thursday. I gave her the names of several shops that carried s.e.xy clothes and lingerie, so she would be able to do her own shopping while I was at work on Friday.

Both Joe and I had a hard time keeping our minds on work that day. When I got back to the hotel after work, my wife greeted me with a full-body hug and a pa.s.sionate kiss, then showed me what she had bought. Each outfit was a voyeur's dream, but the last item she showed me was a killer.

It was a black silk dress that plunged all the way down in the back, to just below the curve of her hips. If you stood close behind her and looked down, you could see the crack of her a.s.s. A thin string around her neck held up the front of the dress, which formed a deep vee that went halfway to her waist and barely covered her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. From the sides you could see almost all of her t.i.ts. With no lining, the thin silk showed the shape of each nipple in detail.

As Rachel walked, the silk caressed her nipples and caused them to stand firm and proud. The skirt flared slightly and reached only to mid-thigh. When she spun around, you could almost see her a.s.s and her red-haired p.u.s.s.y.

Since the party didn't start until ten, Joe and I had decided to take Rachel out to eat and to a nice dance club. I asked her to wear her new black dress, which I called her "catch-me, f.u.c.k-me" outfit.

She said, "Honey, do you realize I can't wear any underthings with that dress?" I told her I knew that, and that I would love to see her give all those city slickers hard d.i.c.ks. She called me a dirty old man, and I called her a wicked wench. But she wore the dress.

Although Joe tried to play it cool, both Rachel and I could tell that her dress blew his mind. The way he obviously l.u.s.ted after her made us both proud. The s.e.xual tension had all three of us hurrying through dinner. My wife wasn't much of a drinker, so when we ordered wine with our dinner, we explained that she should sip it very slowly. She had two gla.s.ses, and by the time we left, she was feeling playful and mellow.

Joe's car had a bench seat, so we all sat in front. Joe drove, and Rachel sat in the middle between us. At one point she leaned over and gave me a pa.s.sionate kiss. Joe said he felt left out.

"She can't kiss you while you're driving," I said, "so you'll have to wait until the next traffic light."

At the first red light we came to, I rubbed her knee and held her hand while they kissed. When the light changed and they broke the kiss, I could see they were both breathless. I eased Rachel's hand over to my d.i.c.k so she could feel how hard I was. There were only two more lights before we arrived at the dance club, but each time their kissing got steamier.

At the club, Joe and I took turns dancing with Rachel. She rubbed her body freely against both of us on the dance floor. It was the closest thing to f.u.c.king with clothes on that I have ever seen.

I was thrilled by the looks of envy all the guys were giving Joe and me. Their eyes followed every move Rachel made. Their stares of l.u.s.t did not go unnoticed by her. She ate it up. We made sure she drank only enough to keep her feeling good without getting drunk.

We were having so much fun, it was hard to quit and leave for the party. But Joe knew what was in store and was determined to get there.

We started the kissing game again on the way. This time Joe had his right hand on my wife's bare knee and she rested her left hand on his thigh. While they kissed at a red light, I slid my hand up her thigh to within a few inches of her p.u.s.s.y. She fondled my d.i.c.k with her free hand.

When the light changed and she turned to kiss me, I whispered in her ear that she should touch Joe's d.i.c.k. She moaned, and as we kissed, I watched her slide her hand up his thigh. When she reached his d.i.c.k she squeezed it. I heard him suck in his breath. Watching her touch another man's d.i.c.k almost made me come.

When we broke our kiss, she whispered, "Honey, his thing is huge!"

At the next red light, I eased her legs open while they were kissing. As she opened up I slid my hand to her waist and took her skirt up with it. I worked my hand further up under her dress to caress her nipple. I saw Joe move his hand to her c.u.n.t, and she let out a soft moan as he made contact.

Someone behind us blew his horn, and Rachel and Joe broke their kiss with a start. When she turned to me, I could see Joe finger-f.u.c.king her. My hand was playing with her breast, gently squeezing her nipple.

Rachel whimpered and said, "I'm going to come." She raised her hips off the seat and started humping Joe's hand. She cried, "Oh, f.u.c.k!" and suddenly she jerked as wave after wave of climax rolled through her. She looked so beautiful sitting there with her legs spread wide, a look of total bliss on her face, and Joe's hand, wet with her juices, covering her p.u.s.s.y.

We tried to put ourselves together as Joe pulled up at the house where the party was being held. As we got out of the car, Rachel whispered in my ear, "Honey, Joe's d.i.c.k is just plain huge."

I whispered back that the way she had enjoyed playing with it, and her getting off so quickly, had almost caused me to come too.

She smiled and said, "Really?"

"I can't wait to see his big d.i.c.k sliding in your sweet p.u.s.s.y," I replied. Rachel just hugged my arm against her breast and moaned.

We entered the house, and Joe introduced us to the hostess, an attractive blonde in her thirties, who gave us a bag and placed red ribbons around Rachel's neck and mine. The bag contained silk boxer shorts for Joe and me. Rachel stayed with the hostess while we changed. Joe explained to me that what Rachel was wearing was hot enough.

As we changed, I saw that my wife was right. Joe was hung like a horse. When we returned in our shorts, our erections were obvious, and my wife stared at Joe's hard-on with l.u.s.t in her eyes.

Others were coming in, so the hostess asked Joe to show us around. Soft, sensuous music played on a speaker system throughout the house. I noticed that Rachel's dress had been shortened so it stopped only an inch or so below her b.u.t.t. I found out later that she and the hostess had tacked it up with thread, so she could let it out later.

Joe took us in a large game room that could hold about thirty people. It had a full-size bar, with a bartender who was wearing only a pair of French-cut briefs. In the center of the room was a large round bed with a satin cover. Lounges, sofas, and chairs were arranged around the bed, and there was still plenty of s.p.a.ce for dancing.

I don't know how much of the house Rachel saw as Joe showed us around the rest of it, her attention was so riveted on the bulge in his shorts. Every chance she got, she managed to rub her a.s.s against it, and Joe obviously enjoyed what she was doing.

I whispered to her that her mouth was watering. She said she was sorry, but she couldn't help herself and she hoped it was okay with me. I told her I loved every minute of it.

When we returned to the game room, we each got a drink. More people came in as the evening went on.

Joe said to me, "Man, the way your wife has that dress fixed, everyone here can practically see her bare bottom. What do you think about that?"

I said, "I believe my wicked wife is thrilled by all the attention she's getting. Isn't that right, honey?"

Rachel smiled at Joe, and her voice dripped with l.u.s.t as she said yes.

"In that case," Joe said, "why don't the two of you go dance, so I can sit down and enjoy the view?"

Joe took a front-row seat as we moved to the dance area. There were three other couples dancing there, in various stages of undress.

As we held each other close, Rachel said, "You know, the way things are going tonight, we could write our own story for Penthouse Letters. I could f.u.c.k you right here on the dance floor in front of all these strangers, I'm so turned on."

"I'll tell you what would be even better," I said. "If you were to screw Joe in front of everyone, that would really be something to write about. I'll bet he has never had as good a piece of a.s.s as you before."

"Honey, are you sure you want him to put that big d.i.c.k of his in your wife's p.u.s.s.y?" Rachel said.

"It would be one of my fantasies come to life," I said. "And I think that would fulfill one or two of your fantasies too."

She ground her p.u.s.s.y against my d.i.c.k. "Okay, honey. Your sweet little wife is going to put on a show you won't soon forget."

"Good," I said. "Then let's show these city folks the prettiest a.s.s in the world."

With that I reached down to her thighs and slid my hands upward, lifting her dress with them. We knew her bare b.u.t.t was showing.

"Look what you're doing to Joe," I said, and I turned her so she could see him. About three inches of his d.i.c.k was sticking out of the top of his boxer shorts. I felt Rachel press her body harder against me.

A minute later I noticed Joe talking to the hostess, although he kept his eyes on my wife's b.u.t.t as he did. When they finished talking, he waved us over.

"You two are such a hot couple," Joe said, "that our hostess would like to introduce you to everyone in a special way. Can you handle seeing your spouse making love to someone else?"

Rachel and I looked at each other and smiled. "Yes," I said. "In fact, we were just talking about that."

"Okay, Rachel," the hostess said, smiling, "you're going to love this. It's called *the welcome chain.' " She walked to the center of the room, near the bed, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you've noticed that tonight we have a new couple. They're from the country, so we decided they deserve a welcome chain. Joe, come introduce them, then everyone can introduce themselves."

Everyone cheered as we moved forward. I counted ten guys and eleven women in the group.

"To be introduced properly, everyone must be naked," the hostess went on. "Joe's in charge of seeing that everything is done properly, so he'll go last. Okay, everyone, get naked!"

Although Rachel was a little nervous, she didn't hesitate. She took a deep breath and pulled her dress up over her head. I felt blood pulsing in my d.i.c.k. As I stepped out of my boxers, I noticed that every guy there had a hard-on.

Joe said to rest my b.u.t.t against the bed and asked Rachel to sit on the side of the bed, then lie back and spread her legs. The guys lined up in front of my wife, and the women lined up in front of me. Joe explained that each welcome would last a minute. When he gave the word to start, I watched the first man introduce himself, then step up and slide his d.i.c.k in my wife. I was thrilled to realize that it was the first time in her life that anyone other than me was f.u.c.king her.

I was so focused on her that I didn't hear the first woman introduce herself to me. Suddenly I felt someone sucking my d.i.c.k. When I heard my wife whimper with pleasure, I came. The woman kneeling before me never lost a drop. I was euphoric.

By the time the first minute was up, my d.i.c.k was semihard again and my wife was on the verge of coming. The next man approached Rachel, and the next woman knelt and took me in her mouth. As the minutes went on, each eager "welcomer" took a turn. Even though I was getting great head, I couldn't take my eyes off my wanton wife.

Each guy managed to keep her on the brink of o.r.g.a.s.m for his full minute without pushing her over. Each time one pulled out, I saw his d.i.c.k shining with her juices and I saw her wide-open c.u.n.t and pulsating c.l.i.t. She was almost out of her mind with the need to come.

I was surprised to see that the last person in my wife's line was a woman. Rachel was so far gone that she didn't even react when the woman introduced herself as Jill. Jill then bent down and rubbed her right breast against my wife's wide-open p.u.s.s.y.

I could tell Rachel knew something was different, but in her l.u.s.t-crazed state she didn't want the sensations to stop. Jill rubbed her t.i.t all over Rachel's c.u.n.t, then stroked her hard nipple over my wife's c.l.i.t. She backed off briefly when Rachel showed signs of coming, then started in again.

By now there were no women left in my line. The hostess said it was time I had some real f.u.c.king. She bent over the back of a chair, and I entered her from behind. Happily, the chair was facing the bed, so I could still see what my s.e.x-crazed wife was doing.

When Jill's minute was up, and there was no one left in Rachel's line, Joe stepped between my wife's legs. Laying his huge d.i.c.k on her stomach, he asked how she thought he should conclude the welcome chain.

"f.u.c.k me!" Rachel murmured. "Yes, f.u.c.k me with that big d.i.c.k of yours!"

Joe said he'd waited all night to slide his d.i.c.k in her red-haired p.u.s.s.y. "Reach down and feel how hard and big you've made it," he said.

Rachel reached down and took Joe's d.i.c.k in both hands. She raised her head to look at it, and someone put a pillow under her head. I was still f.u.c.king the hostess, but I noticed that everyone else had gathered around to watch them.

"Hey, Matt, watch this," Joe said. "Your wife is fixing to get the f.u.c.king of her life."

Rachel was still holding Joe's d.i.c.k as he pulled it back to position the head at the entrance to her p.u.s.s.y. He said to rub it up and down her wet slit, then put it in. She was breathing hard as she lined it up and eased forward. When he'd pushed in only about four inches, she went off like she'd been electrified, whimpering with sweet delight.

Joe waited until she was calmer, then said, "Wait, it gets better." He worked in all but about three inches.

"Oh, yes!" Rachel cried.

At that point Joe was in as deep as I'd ever been, but since he was a lot bigger around than I was, Rachel had to be feeling really full. She lifted her a.s.s off the bed, frantically humping up to him. He moved in and out of her but held back about three inches of d.i.c.k until she was on the verge of o.r.g.a.s.m. Then he lunged, driving his d.i.c.k all the way in. She cried out in ecstasy, her climax wracking her body.

At that moment I exploded in the hostess so hard, I thought my d.i.c.k would explode. My shrinking d.i.c.k slid out of her, but Joe stayed buried in Rachel. As she caught her breath, I crawled up on the bed and started sucking on her right t.i.t. Then Jill came over and went to work on the other one.

"Oh, that feels so good!" Rachel cried out. She started raising and lowering her hips, humping Joe's c.o.c.k. He responded, and this time really pounded it in her. A few minutes later, she pulled my head up and sucked my tongue down her throat.

She groaned, raised my face, looked me in the eyes and said, "Oh honey, it feels so f.u.c.king good!" Tears were rolling down her face.

Just then Joe let out a roar. My wife's eyes glazed over as he shot his load in her. She clutched at him and started coming again. While I didn't come with her, I felt she had let me be part of that exciting climax.

I moved back as Joe leaned forward and kissed my wife on the mouth. Then he rose with a satisfied smile and said she was the best f.u.c.k he had ever had, and he was quite sure all his friends would agree.

I watched in fascination as he slowly pulled his d.i.c.k, wet with her juices, out of her p.u.s.s.y. I could not believe all the love and pride I was feeling, knowing my wife had totally abandoned herself in public to her s.e.xual cravings. As I stared at her wide-open p.u.s.s.y, I saw Joe's s.p.u.n.k drip down the crack of her a.s.s to form a wet spot on the sheet.

As she lay there recovering, with her eyes closed and her legs spread wide, a nice-looking brunette stepped up to her and said, "Let me clean you up for my husband, sweetheart" She bent down and started sucking Rachel clean. When she finished, her husband turned my wife over on her stomach and f.u.c.ked her doggie-style.

The more she got, the more she seemed to want. I'm not sure how many men f.u.c.ked her that night, but I loved every minute of it.

Daylight had broken by the time we drove back to our hotel. We invited Joe to sleep with us instead of driving on home. Of course he accepted. We dragged ourselves to the room, stripped off our clothes and crashed on the bed. With Rachel between Joe and me, we were asleep in seconds.