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How my wife became a slut

11/24/2005

I could see the 4th of July sweat glistening on Molly's
skin and her wry grin of pleasure, as I rolled off of her.
The pool of fluid oozing from her tight little hole was spreading
on the cushion between her legs. We were both panting heavily
and gloriously as we reveled in our mutual satisfaction.
I couldn't remember the last time we both had cum so
hard. This night had been a long time in coming. No pun intended.
<br>
I looked down at my softening member and pondered the shimmering
coating on the shaft. This wasn't my first encounter
with Molly. She's been my wife for several years. You're
probably wondering what's so special about me screwing
my own wife and why this particular time is so special. Well....the
coating on my cock is part me, part Molly, and part someone
else. In the sentences and paragraphs that follow I'll
enlighten you. That is why you're here, isn't
it?

Looking back over the past few months, I suppose it began
this past March, on one of Molly's ‘girl's
night out' evenings with her friends Shawna and Jacqueline.
Molly was pretty tipsy when she got home that evening. She
was so tipsy that Shawna had to drop her off at our house and
made sure she got in OK before leaving.

"Hi honey! I'm home!" were the slurred
words escaping her lips as she staggered into the living
room. Molly started undressing, excitedly saying "Come
fuck me before someone else does!" She stumbled and
nearly fell as she struggled out of her clothing. When she
finally got naked, she plopped on the couch next to me.
<br>
It was obvious from her condition that she was a lot closer
to passing out than she was to getting laid. Molly typically
gets in an amorous mood after a few drinks, but she was way
beyond her usual this night. It's hard to deal with
a drunk, even an extremely sexy drunk, when you're
stone cold sober. "Well, it looks like you had fun
tonight" I said, putting my arm around her. I had decided
the best thing to do was let her talk until she faded into
oblivion.

"Wow! The cutest guy tried to pick me up tonight. He
looked like one of those Chippendale dancers on my calendar!
He was soooooo hot! I think Shawna and Jacqueline were jealous!"
she exclaimed.

It wasn't unusual for a guy to hit on her if I'm not
around, but I've never had to worry about it. We have
a great relationship and Molly always fends them off. She
is an avid swimmer and keeps in her 31 year old body in excellent
shape. She has long, dark brown hair and hazel eyes and could
still easily pass for early twenties. She still gets carded
regularly at bars and even grocery stores, if she buys alcohol.
<br>
"He wanted to take me back to his motel room. If Shawna
hadn't insisted we leave, I don't know what might
have happened........" Molly's words trailed
off as she passed out.

I managed to get Molly to bed to sleep it off. Sleep didn't
come so easily to me. I was a little concerned about what
she had said. I presumed it was just alcohol speaking instead
of Molly and finally drifted away myself.

The next morning Molly had a well deserved headache and
hangover. "Wow. I guess I had one too many last night"
she said quietly.

"No doubt about that" I answered. "Shawna
and Jacqueline are the pros. You should leave the drinking
and picking up men to them."
I was referring to the two friends Molly regularly hung
out with. It was true that Shawna and Jacqueline were experienced
when it came to picking up guys. They were both single and
both worked with Molly. There was some kind of friendly
competition between the two of them when it came to picking
up guys. They were good gals; just not interested in settling
down. Between the two, Shawna was the more brazen and the
one Molly seemed closest to.

"So what exactly happened last night?" I asked.

"Oh, you don't want hear about it. Just silly
girl stuff, " she said. "You know how it is when
I go out with that pair of floozies."
"Well, actually, I do want to hear about it. It's
not like you to come home drunk, saying some guy wanted to
take you to a motel, " I replied.

"Wow! I said that?" Molly looked surprised.
"What else did I say?"
"Not much else. You were pretty drunk last night.
That's not like you." I said. "But you made
it sound like something happened."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. You
know how Shawna and Jackie are. We were...I guess I mean,
they were talking about sex. You know....all their different
guys. That's all they ever talk about. Well.....while
they were comparing penises, this nice looking guy came
over and asked if one of us would like to dance. Of course
Shawna jumped all over him. After they danced, Shawna was
bragging to Jackie how she gave him a hard on and Jackie bet
her she could too." she said.

"A few minutes later the guy came back by the table
and Jackie danced with him. I don't know if she really
gave him a hard on or not, but she was all over him! After that
dance Shawna and Jacqueline were deciding who would take
him on that night." she added. "I guess I was
a little envious of the way they always seemed so casual
about meeting guys and listening to them talk about all
the kinky things they've done. Plus I had a few drinks
in me by then. I made a stupid challenge and told them I could
get the guy harder than either one of them."
I could tell Molly's head was still splitting, but
she seemed to want to confess so I wouldn't worry.

"The next time he came over, I danced with him. He was
a really great dancer and I guess I did better than Shawna
and Jackie because he asked me over to his table after we
danced a couple of times. I could see them pretending to
fan their faces when I went to sit with him. It made me feel
special....you know....like I had shown them up."
Molly stated confidently.

She seemed to be forgetting about her headache and her speech
became bubblier. "We talked for a while. He's
a sales rep for some company. I can't remember which
one or what they do. Then we danced some more."
"Well........did you give him a hard on?" I
chided.

Molly grinned. "Why, yes, I think I did!" she
exclaimed, seeming very pleased with herself. Then she
caught herself and looked at me very seriously. "Don't
worry. Nothing happened. I would never cheat on you."
she added.

"I wasn't worried" I said.

"Well, anyway he did grab my ass while we danced and
when I told him I had to leave soon, he suggested we go to his
motel. That was when Shawna came over and offered me a ride
home. I told her I was ready to leave and when she went to get
her purse he gave me a quick kiss on the lips and told me he
would be there tonight too." She chuckled and seemed
to be done with her storytelling.

There was something sensual about listening to Molly talk
about being with some strange guy. I felt an unfamiliar
flush come over me and I suppose that was the first instant
I ever fantasized about her having sex with someone other
than me. Well....OK....that's a lie. I've fantasized
about it a lot.

I couldn't resist the urge to get in a little zinger.
"Are you going tonight?" I asked. I was trying
to make it sound humorous. I couldn't tell her I was
secretly hoping she would.

"Certainly not!" Molly exclaimed.

As is my habit, I kept jabbing. "Hey! You left the poor
guy with a hard on! Don't you think you owe him an apology?"
I was still trying to sound like it was all a big joke, but
I was actually looking for some sign, some indication that
she might seriously think about bedding someone outside
of our relationship sometime.

"Get real! You'd better be nice or I'll leave
you with a hard on sometime!" she joked back.

I knew better than that. When Molly heats up and I get hard,
we fuck. End of discussion.

Molly didn't go back to the bar that evening, but that
seemed to be the catalyst that started moving Molly and
I toward a dramatic lifestyle change. Over the next few
weeks Molly kept turning our conversations back to the
night she gave some unknown stranger a lump in his groin.
The episode must have given her some new measure of confidence
in her own sexuality. Her mode of dress began to get more
provocative, her flirtations around some of our friends
were bolder, and she was constantly talking of the latest
notches that Shawna and Jacqueline had added to their bedposts.
<br>
We were sitting at the kitchen table one morning talking.
"I just don't know how those two do it. I don't
think I could keep up with them."
"Is keeping up with Shawna and Jackie something you
want to do?" I asked. I was clandestinely hopeful
that this might be the proverbial sign I had been looking
for.

"No. Not really. I just keep hearing about all their
guys. Do you know that between them they've screwed
over 50 guys? And that's just in the last couple of years!
Counting you, I've got a grand total of three."
she said bluntly.

It was true that Molly hadn't played around much before
we got married. She had been with two other guys before me
and I had been with eight or ten women before I met Molly.
That was no secret between us. I suppose she felt she had
been left out of some grand life experience. I had never
told her how aroused I was at the thought of her lithe body
lying naked, awaiting the piercing sting of a primed and
lusty stranger's cock.

I lost myself in the middle of that mental image when I blurted
out, "What if I told you it's OK to have a little
fun if you really want to?"
Molly had a stunned look and I had obviously gotten her attention.
"What? You're not serious are you?" She
was staring at me with a look of concern, shock, and fascination,
all mixed together. For a moment I thought I had stepped
across ‘the line in the sand'.

Although she seemed completely caught off guard, I could
tell she wasn't angry. In fact, she seized the moment.
"I love you very much and I'm always satisfied
when we make love, but I guess I'd sorta like to try something
different. I'm just curious." she confessed.
"Are you really serious?"
She had called my bluff, although I wasn't bluffing.
"I love you very much too and I don't want anything
to come between us. I guess I'm curious too. I've
read about a lot guys who let their wives screw other guys
and they always seem to end up having even hotter sex than
before. I guess we could try it once and if it doesn't
work out, we can write it off as a bad idea and move on. Besides,
unless I'm reading you wrong, you've been fantasizing
about that guy you gave the hard on to."
"You got me there! I've had lots of fantasies
about what might have happened if Shawna hadn't interrupted
and brought me home. But, I need to know if you're really
serious and won't get mad." Molly said directly.

"I think we're both curious and I give you my word,
I won't get mad if you really want to try something."
I told her. Finally, I thought to myself, it's out in
the open.

Molly looked pensively at me for a moment, placed her hand
on mine, and then spoke. "OK. I guess it's safe
to tell you the rest of what happened that night at the bar."

Now I was the one with the stunned look I suppose. "I
kinda thought something else must have happened by the
way you always want to talk about that night. Tell me."
As I said that, I felt a twitch in my crotch.

"Well.... I sorta lied before.... I wasn't dancing
with that guy when Shawna interrupted. We were in the back
corner booth and......." she hesitated. "Are
you sure you want to know this?"
I was hanging on her every word. "Yes"
Molly spoke softly. "Well....we had been talking
and laughing and then he leaned over and kissed me. I know
I shouldn't have, but I couldn't seem to help myself.
I kissed him back. I know I had a lot to drink that night and
I guess I lost my head. The next time he kissed me his tongue
was in my mouth and I frenched him back. I'm sorry, but
I was getting hot. We started making out and before I knew
it, his hand was inside my blouse. He was kissing my neck
and that's when he suggested we go to his motel room."

I felt a bulge growing in my jeans as she continued.

"I didn't answer him, but, forgive me, I wanted
to say ‘yes'. He was squeezing my tit gently
and pinching my nipple through my bra. I guess my hand just
naturally went for his crotch. That's how I know I gave
him a hard on!" she said grinning. "Ummm! He
felt so big and solid. Well, that's when Shawna caught
us. I guess she was protecting me, or maybe you, I'm
not sure. She said ‘we should get going because it's
late and Bob will get worried'. That brought everything
back to reality real quick! I said something stupid like
‘it was nice meeting you'. I kissed him again
and left."
"Are you mad about some guy feeling me up?" Molly
said seductively as her hand moved to my crotch. "Ooh!
I see you're not too upset." she cooed as she started
unbuckling my belt and unzipping my fly.

The sultry way she acting now was driving me wild. A second
later she was on her knees and had my enflamed cock freed
and took it between her lips. I felt the warm, rapid breath
from her nostrils on the shaft of engorged member. I began
heatedly pulling off her tank top. In the next few seconds
we frenziedly stripped each other and I pushed her back
on the floor. Her arms reached up to me and she spread wide
to take me. I mounted her quickly and felt her warm juices
against the head of my cock as it slipped into her tight,
velvety furrow.

Molly was just as excited as I. With one firm jab, I slid into
her and felt her tight inner muscles surround me. I got even
hotter as I realized that Molly was completely aroused
from the telling of her sordid little tale. We were both
panting savagely as I began thrusting into her deeply.
I quickened my pace as I sensed her gasping and tensing from
her impending orgasm. She shrieked and clamped her legs
around me in bliss. My cock began to erupt as her quivering
muscles drank in the seething liquid.

Quite pleased with ourselves, we lay on the floor for a while
when we finished. "Geez! That was a good fuck baby!"
she exclaimed.

"I'll say. I've never known you to get so
wet, so fast. I wonder what would have happened if you had
actually fucked the guy." I said.

Needless to say, just the discussion of Molly's tiny
transgression had already transformed our sex life. Over
the next few weeks; just a few minutes discussion of some
stranger getting a feel from Molly was enough to have us
fucking like rabbits. We continually talked of Molly getting
laid by someone else. It became an obsession. We talked
and talked about it. We must have reassured each other fifty
times that it was OK.

Spring passed into early summer. It was at a 4th of July cookout
that this obsessive fantasy turned to reality. The cookout
was hosted by associates of Molly's from work and Zack
was the center of attraction for most of the females. It
wasn't difficult to see why. He was the stereotypical
‘tall, dark, and handsome' that many women
seem to drool over. Zack worked for the same company as Molly,
but at a facility in another state and would visit our area
several times a year. I would guess him to be in his late thirties,
or maybe even early forties, and he clearly kept himself
in top physical shape. His 6'1" frame drew all
the female eyes.

After introducing me to Zack, Molly took me aside. "Isn't
he a hunk?" she said energetically. "I think
he likes me!"
It was easy to see why Molly would attract attention that
day. She had worn a small red bathing suit top with strings
that tied around her neck and back. She had a light summer
blouse over her top and a pair of very short, very tight cutoffs.
There were more guys than Zack admiring the way her shorts
exposed just the right amount of cheek from her bubbly ass.
The summer sun wasn't needed to make the men hot when
Molly was around that afternoon.

"Promise you won't tell a soul, but Shawna and
Jackie have both done him!" she continued. "They
say he has a ‘nine inch nail and he really knows how
to hammer it home'" I suppose she would have sounded
like a school girl if anyone had been listening.

The heat was stifling and Molly had taken her blouse off
and tied it around her waist, leaving her midriff and much
of her back, bare. Her bathing suit top showed a lot of cleavage
and the tops of her creamy 34-C's. Throughout the afternoon
it appeared Zack and Molly were quite taken with each other.
Zack was trying to be discreet; knowing I was present. Molly,
on the other hand was flirting openly.

The gathering progressed through the afternoon and by
twilight several guests had left. I had gone to the keg to
refill my glass when it occurred to me that I hadn't
seen Molly or Zack for a while. I went inside and was trying
to subtly look around the house by couldn't find either
of them. When I went back outside I wandered to the edge of
the yard. There was a small stand of trees and an embankment
that led to a small stream. Then I saw them.

Zack and Molly were wading in the stream and I arrived just
in time to see Molly stumble. Zack's arm was around
her quickly to keep her from falling. I couldn't help
notice that once she was stable, his arm remained around
her bare waist. Instead of moving away, Molly's arm
went beneath his now unbuttoned shirt and around his waist.
I was hidden by the foliage and my eyes followed them as strolled
along the edge of the creek. I watched until they disappeared
beneath a small bridge a hundred yards or so downstream.
<br>
Dozens of images flashed through my brain as I wondered
what would happen as they vanished from my sight. A flushed
feeling came over me and my cock began expanding in my shorts
as I pondered a vision of Molly succumbing to the wiles of
her suitor. I was instantly jerked back to reality when
I heard someone yell, "Hey dude! The party's
up here." I rejoined the party and mingled as normally
as I could, but I couldn't keep my mind off of Molly and
Zack; nor could I keep my eyes away from the trees at the edge
of the yard.

The sun had set and it was nearly dark now. I suppose no more
than twenty-five or thirty minutes had passed since I saw
Molly and Zack vanish beneath the bridge, but it seemed
hours. I pretended to listen to one of the guys tell a joke.
My back had been turned to the trees and when I glanced that
way again I saw Zack coming across the lawn. As he came into
the brightly lit patio area I could see his wrinkled shirt
was now buttoned, but his knees were grass stained. I eyed
him as he made his way to the keg and then he slipped into the
house. I presumed to clean up.

A moment later I saw Molly trying ever so slyly to slip along
the edge of the lawn toward the side of the house. I intercepted
her at the side door. She sounded almost panicky, "Honey,
we've got to leave. NOW!" she said in a loud whisper.

"What's wrong?" I queried. I didn't
need her to answer just that second. I could plainly see
what was wrong. Her hair was a mess. I could see her breasts
and taut nipples outlined under her thin blouse and it was
obvious, at least to me, her swim suit top was missing.
<br>
"I'll tell you later honey." she whispered.
"I can't go back to the party looking like this!"

She hesitated a moment and looked straight in my eyes. "I
guess I'm not a ‘virgin' anymore."

I knew exactly what she meant. When she would come home after
a night out with the girls I would always jokingly ask her
if she was still a ‘virgin'. It had become our
buzzword for Molly's eventual ascension to the level
of slut wife.

Molly went straight to the car and I went back in to say a quick
‘goodbye' and thank you to our hosts. I told
them that Molly wasn't feeling well and we had to leave.
Shawna insisted on seeing how Molly was doing before we
left. In spite of my best efforts, I couldn't stop her
from briskly walking to the car. She found Molly waiting
by the car and Molly tried to feign an upset stomach.

A knowing look came over Shawna when she saw Molly's
disheveled state. I suppose it was obvious that Molly had
done a bit more entertaining than simply dancing with some
of the guests, but Shawna was discreet enough to say nothing.
<br>
I kept asking what had happened on as we drove home and Molly
kept me on edge, saying me she would tell all at home. For
the moment, she seemed more concerned about whether Shawna
had found her out.

"I think she knows!" Molly exclaimed.

"OK! So she knows." I said, trying to smooth
over the rough edge I felt was threatening the rest of the
evening. "Shawna isn't likely to say anything
to anyone. Besides, she can't ‘know',
she can only ‘suspect'."
Molly pulled down the visor and looked at herself. She clearly
had that ‘fresh fucked' look about her. "I
guess it's evident I wasn't fishing for minnows
in the creek!" she joked.

"I suppose not, but you make damn nice bait!"
I added. Our tension was relieved at that point and we both
laughed.

"Can you drive a little faster. I'm leaking!"
Molly stated jovially.

I sped up. The thought of someone else's cum oozing
from Molly's freshly violated gash was driving me
nuts.

We had reached the boiling point by the time we arrived home.
We hugged and kissed just inside the door and again I asked
‘what happened' while I quickly peeled away
her blouse and freed her creamy mounds. Molly's nipples
were rigid both from excitement and the cool night air.
Her tits were reddened and swollen from the attention they
had received earlier. Her pelvis was pressing against
the urgent bulge in my shorts.

Molly's voice was husky and she was breathing heavily.
"We both know I just got laid. I'll tell you about
it in a minute. Right now I need YOU to fuck me! Fuck me now,
before I explode!"
We rapidly made our way toward the couch. Molly shimmied
out of her cutoffs. I saw the rounding spot of cum on her panties
and her matted pubic area of her vulva as she pulled them
off. She jumped on the couch, throwing a leg over the back.
The moist residue of her tryst was shimmering on her silky
labia.
I wasted no time. My shorts were off and I was on her. I couldn't
wait to bury my cock in her fresh-fucked pussy. She arched
upward as I slid my aching pole into her tight, soaked passage.
There was something overwhelmingly erotic about entering
her while she still contained the remnants of her encounter
with another. She was indescribably open and slick.

Her quivering inner muscles enveloped me and I pulled back
and began plunging savagely. In seconds Molly was tensing
and locking her legs around my back. She wailed as she quickly
came. Her instant passion drove me over the edge. I entered
the short strokes and soon filled her with a jet blast of
hot cream.

Molly and I simply held each other's panting bodies
for a few minutes as we relaxed. When I had my breath, I told
Molly I had seen her and Zack by the creek and had lost sight
of them when they went under the bridge.

"Zack and I danced a few times in the living room, but
I guess you knew that" she started. "He danced
me around the corner and into the hallway a couple of times.
We always ended up kissing when no one was around. He was
constantly squeezing my ass and pressing me between himself
and the wall when we kissed. I was getting hot. I guess he
could tell I wanted to do more than kiss. He kept trying to
take me to one of the bedrooms and I finally told him to ‘forget
it'. I was sure someone would catch us and I wasn't
really sure if I could go through with it."
I was visualizing Molly pinned to the wall and trying to
say ‘no' and wanting to say ‘yes'.

"Are you sure you're ready to hear about this?"
she asked.

"We've talked about this for months" I
replied. "It's really OK." I was trying
to sound as matter of fact as I could, but it was difficult.
<br>
She drew a deep breath and said, "We went out on the
front porch to cool off. We were talking about the heat and
Zack suggested we go wading to cool off. We slipped around
the side of the house and snuck down by the hedges on the way
to the creek. He held my hand as we went down the bank toward
the stream. He said something about the heat again and started
unbuttoning his shirt as we waded. He was also telling me
how someone as sexy as me just made things even hotter. I
jokingly told him ‘flattery would get him everywhere'.
I knew he was going to make another pass and I was afraid someone
would see us. I guess he could see I was nervous about getting
found out and kept telling how good I looked. I stumbled
on a big rock in the water and he caught me before I fell."

"I know. I saw that part." I interjected. "You
two looked pretty chummy after that."
Molly smiled and went on. "We got out of the water and
kept walking along the edge of the creek until we got to the
bridge. We were both looking to see if anyone was around
when we walked under it. It was already starting to get dark,
but it was even darker in the shadows under the bridge. We
stopped underneath and he turned me toward him. We had our
arms around each other and I knew he wanted to kiss me. We
just looked in each other's eyes for a moment and.....well....we
starting kissing again. He's a good kisser! His hands
were grabbing my ass and rubbing my back while we kissed
and then......"
Molly seemed to lose herself in thought for a moment. "Then
what?" I asked pensively.

She took a deep breath and said, "The next thing I knew
he was untying the strings on my top. I was getting so hot.
I could feel his erection pressing against me. For a very
brief instant I thought about you and wondered what you
would think if you knew some guy was trying to take my top
off. Isn't that silly?"
"Well, thanks for thinking of me!" I quipped.

"You're welcome." she joked back. "Anyway,
after that kiss, I just backed away and let my top fall off."

I had a fabulous mental image of Molly's luscious orbs
standing firm and proud in the pale light. I could imagine
Zack's delight at the sight of her topless body timidly
awaiting his next move. I could clearly see his hands on
her firm mounds and his lips and teeth taunting her rosy-pink
nipples.

"He moved his hands over my tits very slowly and gently.
I shuddered when his fingers streaked across my nipples.
I started pulling his shirt away from his shoulders as his
mouth covered my nipple and I felt his tongue flicking across
it. We kissed again and I pressed my breasts into his bare
chest. He felt very warm and his chest is very strong and
muscular. I could feel the increasing hardness in his shorts
pressing against me. Then he started pushing me backward,
but we couldn't find a good place to lie down. There
were so many rocks. He took my hand and led me to the other
side of the bridge and found a grassy spot on the bank. Then
he laid me down and kissed me again. What he did next was so
sweet....." Molly paused.

"What was that?" I asked.

"He rolled up his shirt and put it under my head and
kissed me again. His hands were rubbing my thighs between
my legs. He untied my blouse from my waist and laid it beside
us. Then he unbuttoned my shorts and was pulling down my
zipper. I knew I was going to let him have me and I didn't
even try to stop him. That's when we heard a car crossing
the bridge." She reflected a moment.

I thought for a second about what a smooth move he had made,
by making her a makeshift pillow. I could see her melting
to his charm and could imagine his confidence was at a peak
as he prepared to bed her there in the grass.

"I guess I got paranoid. I was sure someone was going
to catch us. I tried to tell him we should get back to the party
before someone found us there. He had a glazed look in his
eyes and kept pressing his bulge into my leg. Then placed
his warm lips on mine again and his hand slipped inside my
shorts. You can't imagine how I felt when he touched
me. I'm not used to someone else's touch. It was
so strange. For a second I thought I should stop him, but
I guess I knew I had probably gone too far by now. Then I guess
I completely stopped thinking. I simply started rubbing
his hard on through his shorts and trying to unbutton them."

In my mind I could see my Molly's passion taking over.
I could imagine her juices beginning to flow and knew the
fire Zack had ignited would have to be quenched.

"I managed to get him unzipped and felt his warm, thick
cock through the cotton of his briefs. He felt soooooo hard!"
Molly exclaimed. "I had to let go when he moved down
and started tugging at my shorts. I'm sorry honey,
but I had already given in. I just raised my hips and let him
pull my shorts and panties off at once. It didn't even
bother me that I was totally naked with someone I barely
knew. I couldn't seem to help myself." She almost
sounded remorseful for a moment.

"You don't have to apologize. I told you several
months ago that it would be OK, as long as you were comfortable
with the person. I'm not mad or upset." I reassured
her. At the same time I imagined how Zack must have felt as
he looked upon Molly's luscious body. I could see her
creamy breasts heaving, her bare, well-tanned legs, and
the soft brown patch of fur at her apex.

"He had a look of adoration and seemed to be complimenting
my body with his eyes. He placed his hands on my breasts and
moved slowly down my belly. When his hands reached my inner
thighs, he gently pushed and I spread my legs. He bent down
and kissed my thighs and I felt his tongue sliding along
my furrow. Then he found my secret spot. I remember tightly
grasping a clump of grass in each hand when his tongue starting
circling and he was gently gnawing with his teeth. God....it
felt good! I was paralyzed. He kept flicking his tongue
wildly across my clit and slid a finger in my back door. I
know I was squealing like I always do when I cum really hard."

Molly gets pretty vocal when it's her time. I could
imagine her sounds and hear her excited panting as Zack
took her to her own private paradise. In my vision I could
see she was totally conquered. He had tasted her sweet nectar
would soon grow impatient to fully possess her.

"I could see my moisture on Zack's face when he
rose up. He finished pulling off his shorts quickly and
saw his magnificent tool. Shawna and Jacqueline were right.
He's definitely has a ‘nine inch nail'!
I've never seen a cock as big as his!" Molly exclaimed.
"I just stared at it for a minute. It sounds silly,
but I was remembering how Shawna and Jackie talked about
him. He climbed up and straddled me. His heavy balls were
resting between my tits and I reached to touch his huge cock.
Zack moaned when I wrapped my fingers around him. He was
hot to the touch and soooooo hard. I raised my head and flicked
the precum away from the beautiful head. He was soooooo
thick, but I managed to get the head in my mouth."

My own cock was once more in full, agonizing glory as I listened
to her detailed account and pictured Molly's soft
lips encircling Zack's monster.

Molly spoke softly for a moment. "Before I go on I just
want you to know that I love you very much and what happened
a while ago doesn't change that."
"I love you too." I reassured her.

"I looked up at him with his cock still in my mouth and
I could feel the heat of his balls against on my neck. His
lusty eyes were glazed and he stared at me for an instant.
He got off my chest and got between my legs. I raised my knees
and ....well.... I can't believe I did it, but I actually
begged him to fuck me. ‘Please Zack I said. Fuck me
now! Fuck me hard!' I looked down and saw his enormous
cock just above my pussy. He was on his knees and pulled my
thighs over his, lifting my ass slightly off the ground.
I felt so open. He guided himself and I felt the warm head
of his massive cock nestle between my outer lips as he prepared
to jab me."
My own rod was about to explode as I imagined what Zack was
about to experience. He would learn what I already knew.
Molly's cunt is unusually tight and her muscles lock
around cock like a vise. I could imagine the thrill Zack
was about to savor.

"Forgive me, but I wasn't thinking about anything
but getting his monster inside me. He pushed and I could
feel my cunt spreading as the head broke the plane. He pushed
harder and I felt him inching inward. He stopped for a brief
second and pinned my hands to the ground. Then it happened.
He shoved and let out a groan and drove that thick ‘nine
inch nail' all the way in me. I can remember biting my
lips from the stinging sensation as he stretched me."

By now I was fingering Molly's clit and she was stroking
my erection. I could see her chest heaving and feel her quivering
tunnel as she spoke.

"I guess he must know that most girls aren't used
to someone as big as him. He just stopped for a little bit
while I got used to him being in me. It still stung a little
when he pulled back and shoved in me again. He kept me holding
my legs while he started fucking me with long, slow strokes.
There was something delicious about the burning in my pussy
as he fucked me and the commanding way he held me in place.
Then he let go of my legs and placed his whole body on mine.
He pinned my hands to the ground and really slammed into
me. He frenched me as I began to cum again. I was gasping as
we broke our kiss. The he started fucking me incredibly
fast. I knew he too was about to cum."
My mind again wandered and I imagined the intense pleasure
he must have felt as Molly's rigid muscles clamped
around his thick extremity and he felt the tightening in
his groin that would soon lead to his ultimate gratification.
<br>
"I heard him groaning on top of me and felt his pelvic
bone slamming into mine. The tempo of his thrusts and the
higher pitched tone coming from his throat told me I was
about to receive the sweltering liquid stored in his weighty
sack. His weight was crushing my hands as he stiffened and
groaned loudly. I could actually feel the head of his cock
grow even larger and then jerk in a violent spasm. My legs
constricted around him like a boa when I felt the first spray
of his blistering fluid spatter deep in my cunt and I came
again. His cock just kept on shuddering and filling me."

Neither of us could wait any longer. Molly pulled me against
her and in a second my pole was once again buried in her sloppy
channel. I was quickly fucking her wildly and she was writhing
beneath me like a wanton slut. I jammed her arms down against
the couch as I imagined Zack had done earlier and fucked
her as never before. I had to prove I was worthy of my newfound
slut. We could both hear the slurping sound of mixed juices
as I slammed into her well fucked cunt.

I imagined I was Zack as the intense pleasure began to well
up in me. Molly was squealing as we came together and she
accepted a new round of pearl from my spasming cock.

I just laid there for a little while; gazing at that pool
gathering on the cushion and staring at my shimmering cock.
I knew some of the sheen was Molly, some was me, and some was
Zack; the man who had so recently made my wife a slut. Or so
I thought!

Molly and I showered and went to bed shortly afterwards.
As we said our ‘goodnights' she looked at me
very seriously and asked softly, "Do you still feel
the same way about me, now that you know I let Zack screw me?"

"Yes Molly. I love you very much. We both agreed to
do this and that was some of the hottest sex I've ever
had with you. It's really OK." I said reassuringly.

Molly went to sleep soon after. I, on the other hand didn't.
I kept seeing visions of Zack humping her and her eager acceptance
of him. I guess that's what really bothered me. There
was something missing in the tale she had shared. It didn't
seem to take much coaxing on Zack's part to get in her
pants. There didn't seem to be as much hesitance on
Molly's part as I expected.

The next day Molly wanted us to go back to the bridge and get
her missing top. She was afraid our friends would find it
and recognize it hers. I didn't think it necessary
to get it, but Molly was very insistent, so I agreed.

We waited until evening and drove down the small rural road
near our friend's home; hoping we wouldn't be
spotted. It was out of sight of their house and there wasn't
much chance they would see us. Molly was in an odd mood as
we drove. I couldn't quite read her. She must have asked
four or five times if I was really alright about her recent
tryst and four or five times I reassured her I was fine and
still cared very deeply for her. I even went so far as to tell
her I thought it made her even sexier than she already was.
<br>
I pulled off the road just before the bridge and we made our
way down the short embankment. Molly's red top was
still there, in plain sight, on the rocks beneath the bridge.
I couldn't help notice the crushed grass where I presumed
they had done the deed. We went under the bridge and picked
up her top.

Molly looked at me as she gathered it up and said questioningly,
"It doesn't bother you that Zack took this off
of me last night?"
"No. It's actually exciting." I answered.

She put her arms around my neck and we kissed. Then we turned
to go back to the car and both stopped by the spot in the grass.
Molly looked at me and then toward the grass. Her voice was
very matter of fact when she said, "That's where
he did me."
I didn't have much of a response. "OK."
I said.

"Does it bother you knowing I was lying right there
last night with Zack inside me?" she asked.

"No. Is it bothering you?" I asked back. Molly
was acting peculiar, to so the least.

"No. It isn't really bothering me either. I just
want to be sure you're OK, " she said.

"Believe me. I'm really OK. It's even OK
if you want to do it again, " I told her. She seemed
to need more reassurance now than she did during the weeks
and months leading up to this. "Why do you keep asking?"
I added.

Molly laid down on the grass and patted the ground next to
her, signaling me to join her. As I got down beside we laid
on our sides facing each other. She looked at me quite seriously
and seemed a little emotional. For a few seconds the only
sound was the breeze rustling the nearby trees.

"I just needed to be sure you weren't upset. There's
something else I need to tell you about last night, "
she said.

I was totally confused. "OK. Tell me."
"Will you still love me if I tell you I did something
bad?" Molly asked.

"Of course I'll still love you. I already know
you screwed Zack. What's so bad about that?"
I inquired.

Molly took a deep breath and held my hand. I had no idea what
was coming.

"Last night wasn't my first time." she
confided. "Please forgive me, but I was scared to
tell you. I was afraid you'd be mad, even though we both
agreed. I was afraid you'd leave me."
I can't say I was completely surprised, but her words
did strike me. I knew something was odd about the way she
had told her story last night and the way she had been acting
today. What's funny is her words didn't strike
me the way you might think. I tried not to let on, but I was
elated. She was more of a slut than I thought. I had another
story coming.

"It's alright Molly." I said in my most
supportive tone. "I don't care if you fucked
an army. I still love you."
Molly hugged me tightly and I kissed her. I couldn't
wait to hear more.

"Do you remember when you went to Chicago a month or
so ago?" she asked.

"Yes, I remember." I remembered it well. I had
called Molly to tell her my flight had been cancelled that
Friday night and I wouldn't get home until Saturday
afternoon. She had told me she was going to the bar that evening
after work with Shawna and not to worry. She said she didn't
expect anything to happen and she would probably still
be a ‘virgin' when I got back.

"Well, Shawna invited Zack to go with us. I assumed
she was going to do him that night because of the way she and
Jackie always talked about him and I knew she had done him
before." she confided. "I guess Shawna had
kinda fixed us up. When we got to the bar a guy named Chad was
waiting for her. That sorta made me and Zack the other couple."

"Why would Shawna fix you up?" I was curious.

Molly continued. "I've been hanging out with
her and Jacqueline for a long time. We both know all they
think about or talk about is sex. I told them lots of times
that I envied them and the way they were always getting guys.
They always used to tease me about picking up someone for
myself. I always said ‘Bob would kill me!' Then
they would always joke around and say ‘don't
tell him!'"
"OK. So you're at the bar with Shawna and Zack.
Then what?" I asked.

"We all had dinner and a few drinks and danced a few
times. Later in the evening, when we were all getting pretty
loose, Shawna suggested we move on to her place. It was late
and I told Shawna I should get going, but she insisted I go
with them. I didn't see any harm at the time. You've
got to believe me. I didn't go there to do anything!
Honest!" she seemed to be defending herself.

"It's alright. I believe you." I said.
"Besides, you don't have to defend yourself.
We both agreed to this. I told you over and over that it was
alright and when you felt comfortable enough with someone,
and you felt the time was right, to go ahead."
Molly seemed much more at ease. "OK. Well, we had a
couple more drinks at Shawna's and listened to music.
Shawna and Chad were sitting on the loveseat and Zack and
I were on the couch. She and Chad started making out and I
wasn't sure what to do. It was a little uncomfortable.
I didn't want to sit there and watch Chad frenching
Shawna all night. Zack and I were looking at them and then
Zack leaned over and kissed me. I didn't stop him. I
suppose I should have, but I had a few Margaritas in me by
then. It was a short kiss, but then he kissed me longer. We
kissed several times and once I caught Shawna looking at
me and she winked and gave me a thumbs up sign." Molly
said.

"I'm glad Shawna approved." I stated whimsically.

"Anyway, we kept making out and Zack was holding me
really tight and starting to breathe hard. I guess I was
too. He started unzipping my dress. You know, the short
little red summer dress. The one you say I look so sexy in.
Well, Zack had his hand inside my dress and was rubbing my
shoulders and back when I peeked and saw Shawna and Chad
leaving the room. She gave me another thumbs up sign and
I saw them leave the room. I didn't know what to do. I
figured I could let Zack have a feel and leave. I mean the
guy at the bar that first night at least got a feel!"
she told me.

I was engrossed in her story and my hand slid under Molly's
blouse and grabbed her left tit.

"I never wear a bra with that dress, so when he pulled
a shoulder down, one of my tits was exposed. He just stared
for a second and told me how gorgeous I looked. A second later
he pushed me down on the couch as he squeezed my tit. My nipple
was already hard and when he kissed and nibbled, it felt
so good. I just couldn't make myself stop him. Then
he started rubbing my legs. He slid his hand under my dress
and was squeezing my ass though my panties. I could feel
him getting hard and he was pressing against my thigh."

Zack had already gotten a little further than his predecessor.
I thought to myself.

"I know I had several drinks in me, but I didn't
feel drunk. I started thinking it was time to stop him. I
was thinking about you. I knew you had said it was OK. I just
wasn't sure. His lips moved away from my nipple and
started nibbling my neck. His hand was moving away from
my ass and heading toward my front. He started kissing me
again and I guess I have to admit, I kept kissing him back.
When I felt him rubbing me in front, I mean, through my panties,
I guess that's when reality struck home. I grabbed
his wrist and told him I thought we should stop."

I supposed Zack was as determined as I to have Molly that
first time.

"He moved his hand away from my front, but it stayed
under my dress. He pressed his hard cock against my thigh
firmly. He then kissed me again. I couldn't find the
will to stop him. A few seconds later his hand slid inside
my panties. I felt his fingers playing with my soft curls.
I don't know if he could feel me shaking, but I was trembling
like a leaf. No one had touched me there since the first time
you did."
Molly was getting me extremely horny with her vivid description
of what happened that night. My own hand left her tits and
moved down her flat belly to her shorts.

"Zack kept pressing against me and his hand kept wandering
inside my panties. I remember stiffening when he reached
my slit and rubbed it gently. He was continually kissing
me. I kept thinking I should stop him, but I bring myself
to do anything. I just let him keep rubbing me and kissing
me. Then, all of the sudden, he raised up. He took my hand
and pulled me up. He stood up, still holding my hand. I could
feel him lightly pulling me. In an instant I instinctively
knew what was happening. He wanted to take me to Shawna's
other bedroom."
I unbuttoned Molly's blouse as she went on. She hadn't
worn a bra and her scrumptious breasts were easy prey for
my hungry lips. Her hardened nipples begged for the tender
gnawing my teeth provided.

"I stared up at Zack for a moment. I knew what might
happen if I accepted his subtle invitation. Then I stared
at the enormous swelling in his slacks. I was terrified
of what would happen if I went with him. This was my moment
of truth. I kept reassuring myself about how you said it
was OK. I guess I really don't know what I was thinking,
but I got off the couch. I felt a little woozy when I stood.
Zack steadied me and kept hold of my hand. I saw the expectant
look in his eyes. I guess for an instant I thought about how
to stall, but my feet started moving and he led me down the
hall to Shawna's second bedroom. I followed him as
if I were his captive, his prize, his treasure for the night."

By now, I had unfastened Molly's shorts and my hand
was inside her panties.

"I remember following Zack through the doorway and
seeing the bed. I heard him close the door behind us and saw
myself in the dresser mirror. He came up behind me and peeled
the top of my dress down and grabbed my tits. My nipples were
hard and aching as he manipulated them. He was kissing the
nape of my neck. I was mesmerized as I watched us in the mirror.
I watched as he started pushing my dress down over my hips.
I simply stepped out of it when it crumpled onto the floor.
He took me over to the bed and tenderly pushed me down upon
it. He stood over me and took hold of the waistband of my panties.
<br>
I could only submit and raised my hips as he peeled them away.
For the first time since you saw me eight years ago, I was
naked before another man."
My fingers were sliding along Molly's moistening
slit.

"The next thing I remember was Zack kneeling beside
the bed and his tongue was exploring my inner thighs. Soon
his tongue was licking my outer lips and then he found my
most secret spot. I could only spread wider as he brushed
my nub and took it in his teeth. His hands were again on my
tits and my nipples were being pummeled by his fingers.
Please don't hate me, but I was given over to him. My
whole being was quaking and I was begging him not to stop
as I came."
I slipped a finger inside my wife's hungry cunt and
felt her muscles greedily grasping at it.

"All I wanted at that point was to have him inside me.
Zack stood and quickly stripped. When is underwear came
off I saw the legendary monster for the first time. He was
as large as Shawna and Jackie said he was. I was sure I couldn't
take him, but I lacked the will to resist him. I could see
the glistening drop of precum oozing from his slit and rose
up like a servant to lick it away. My palms burned as I wrapped
my hands around his firmness. I took as much of the purplish
head between my lips as I could."
My finger was now easily probing Molly's humid channel.
<br>
"Zack was moaning pleasurably as I sucked on his manhood
and stroked its length. I took his gigantic balls in my other
hand and gripped them tightly. My tongue was flicking the
slit on his head and savoring the salty taste of his flesh.
I was furiously moving my hand along his shaft. As I worked
him, he slid further in my mouth, until he hit the back of
my throat. Somehow, I felt it was my duty to relieve his stress.
I kept stroking his magnificent example of manhood and
tonguing its sensitive head until I felt his balls growing
tense with pleasure."
I was fingering her quickly now. Molly was undulating to
my probes.

"Zack began to moan and I moved my hand more forcefully
along his shaft and sucked harder on his head. His loud pitch
told me he was about to cum and stroked him faster. I felt
the crown of his head expand. A second later I felt the searing
splash of his warm seed splashing at the back of my throat.
I swallowed feverishly, to capture every ounce of his lust
as his jerking monster fed me."
My own cock was on fire as I listened to Molly's description
of her first illicit blowjob and she undulating beneath
me as I kept fingering her.

"I guess his initial desire was satiated and now it
was my turn. Once I let go, he wasted no time in spreading
my legs and diving in with his experienced tongue. In a twinkling
he found my spot and I wrapped my legs around his neck as he
feasted on my clit. With my lower half upraised he had no
trouble in inserting a finger in my backdoor as he fed. I
was nothing more than a wanton mass of flesh as he brought
me off. I know Shawna must have heard me in the other room
when I screeched and came like a shameless slut"

I kept biting at Molly's nipples and neck. I tugged
at her shorts and she surrendered them without hesitation.
<br>
"Zack let me savor my orgasm and then pushed me further
on the bed. His hungry dragon was ready to be gratified once
more. I stared at his looming spear as he climbed between
my legs. I was somewhat frightened by his size, but too far
gone to worry about it. I was totally ready to be his whore.
I couldn't wait for the sting of his cock. I let him place
me as he wished and spread myself for him. I raised my knees
to open wider as he mounted me and I felt his head sliding
along my wet outer lips in search of the opening to my canal."

Again, my finger was pummeling Molly's love button
and she was writhing as I bought her nearer.

"He pushed forward and my outer lips gave way to his
head. When he pushed again, I felt the burning sensation
of his breadth. Zack was tearing me apart as he shoved deeper
into my pussy. I know I was as well lubricated as a woman can
be, but he was ripping me in half as he shoved further. I know
he could hear my agonizing gasps as he kept driving forward.
I was biting my lips when he shoved one final time and I was
fully his. His cock was buried to the hilt and in spite of
the stinging I felt, I was somehow proud I had taken him."

I peeled off Molly's blouse and then reinserted my
index and middle fingers in her shuddering cunt.

"I was filled with the strangest of raptures. His
immense cock was ripping me apart and titillating my senses
with a wicked delight I'd never known. He gave me no
time to recover from his entry. He started fucking me quickly.
Each thrust brought a renewed sting, but soon the sting
was gradually replaced with pure pleasure. I had adjusted
to him and now all I wanted was to feel him spiking me with
his hard, thick lance. ‘Fuck me! Make me your mistress!
Make me your whore!' I begged."
Molly was becoming breathless as she told about Zack fucking
her and I slowed my fingers, not wanting her to cum just yet.
<br>
"I guess since I had already satisfied him once, he
was ready for the long haul. He just kept fucking me and fucking
me. I think he could sense when I was about to cum because
he would fuck me faster and harder. I didn't care if
Shawna could hear me when I was cumming. You know how I get.
Each time I came I squealed and clamped my legs around his
back. He just kept slamming into me until finally; he started
groaning real low and humping me soooooo fast. I knew I was
about to pleasure him again and couldn't wait to feel
him cum inside me. And then it happened. His cock swelled
once more and then started to jerk in me. I know I screamed
again and came with him as he shot a load hot jism in me."

That did it. I unfastened my shorts and climbed on Molly.
I rapidly sunk my inflated cock into her wanton canal and
pinned her arms to the ground. I imagined fucking her just
as Zack had the night before. In seconds we were both cumming
like fountains.

You can't possibly conceive of the thrill I got as I
looked own upon Molly and saw her just as Zack must have seen
her last night and felt the lust welling up from my loins
as I filled her.

I was ecstatic as I drove home with my new slut that evening.
Zack hasn't been back in town for a while and Molly still
hangs out with Shawna and Jacqueline. She still keeps hoping
to see her Chippendale look-alike again someday. They
all three are anxiously awaiting Zack's return. They
have big plans for him.

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excellent story.......i enjoy sharing my wife too.....one
of the guys i share her with is my best friend:normal size
cock.....the other a nine incher and she loves to fuck him
as much as i enjoy watching her do it.

11/24/2005

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That was one of the hottest story's we've read!!!

11/25/2005

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I truly enjoyed reading your hot hot story. I would love
to do that myself, but my husband isn't as sharing as
you are. Keep writing with updates

11/25/2005

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My wife and i had always talked and fantasied about having
other men fuck her, when we had a lot of hot foreplay, and
hot, exciting sex, as she knew how hot and hard it made
me, as i thought about her taking another cock in her pussy.
She came home one Fri afternoon from work, and she seemed
to be very hot and horny.Later that night i began trying
to play with her, as sat on the couch, watching TV.When
i slipped my hand up in one leg of her shorts, i found her
panties to be soaking wet, with her juices.When i ask her
why she was so wet, she ask me if she tells me, to promise
not to get mad, and i did.She then told me about some young
guy that she worked with, had been flirting with her, and
telling her how he would love to fuck her.I ask her how old
he was, and she said he was 21, and he had been telling her
he had a 10" cock he wanted to put in her pussy.She said
she'd been telling him no, but he wouldn't stop.She
then told me, that when he started talking to her about
how good his big cock woulld feel in her pussy, ,she told
him to prove he had 10", ,and he surprised her, when
he undone his pants, pulled his cock out right in front
of her.I then ask her how big was that cock, and she said, ,, ,"omggg, he
really did have a big dick, and it was at least 10 inches, if
not more.She told me she was very wet between her legs, but
didn't tell him, or want him to know he had her wet.I
ask her, if she would fuck that cock, if she had a chance, and
she said, ,"ohhhhhh fuck yes i would babe, ,i'd
let him put that young, big cock in me, ,let him feel my
pussy around it".She reached over and put her hand
on my crotch, ,found my very hard cock, and said, ohhh
my, ,it turns you on soo bad, wanting me to fuck another
cock, doesn't it, baby?i then told her to go ahead
and fuck him, ,let him give you that big dick, as i stuck
a finger up in her pussy, and began to finger fuck her, as
she wanted to make sure i was serious, ,i told her i was, and
she said she'd think about it, but before she told
me she would, ,i had already made plans to have him come
by our house on Sat afternoon, (as i had met him one day, when
i had to pick her after work).She had no idea what i had planned, but
soon found out, when i told her to kneel down in front of
him, and pull his cock out and suck it, and she finally
did, and his cock was already hard, when she got it out.As
she was stroking it, i got down behind her, ,whispered
in her ear, ,"suck that big cock, ,let me see it in
your mouth, ,show him how you love to suck cock".I
then stood up, ,told him, ,"she's yours, make
her take care of that cock, while watch, ,and he did, and
that led to her taking other men's cock in her mouth
and pussy, and i'm like you, ,i love her freshed fucked
pussy, with another man's cum in it, ,, mmmm.

11/26/2005

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NOw you sound like a writer in the making. Turn her fantasy
into a story or better yet acted out and write about it.

12/8/2005

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I'm just wondering if this was just an excellent piece
of fiction or if this really happened. And if you're
still positive about the choices you made.

2/8/2006

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One of the most erotic stories I've ever read! Great
Thanks for the thrill !!

4/16/2006

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OMG, that story had me about ready to blow in my pants! Anyone
that has a woman like this in their life is a very lucky man!
Ive been looking for one for over three years and have had
no luck.

4/17/2006

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This is a brilliant story & a strong fantasy of mine when I was with my ex partner, I used to always get her to be flirty when she went out with the girls & give me all the juicy details after. She never or claims to of never crossed the line into sex, but did everything else. I loved hearing her tell me as I fucked her. Thank you for this story & the reminder of a former flame

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