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Husband discovers that his wife has a secret

12/6/2005

The capacity for self delusion and denial in the human mind
is surprising. It took what most would say was pretty damning
evidence before I even became suspicious that my wife was
up to something. Even then, I couldn't bring myself
to really think that something illicit was going on. Surely
there was a reasonable explanation for everything.
<br>
Then, when I had my suspicions confirmed, I heard ringing
in my ears, my extremities went numb, and my stomach was
wrenched and doused in ice water. I couldn't get a breath.
The feelings of shock and betrayal were coupled with a sexual
awakening and excitement within myself, and I was as shocked
and confused by that excitement as I was by her activity.
My brain was forced to do the equivalent of a reboot. My world
had undergone a tremendous change in the course of a few
moments.
<br>
Here is my story.
<br>
My wife and I both work. I do the computer nerd routine, playing
sysadmin for a bunch of machines and company network. She
teaches English at the local high school. For the last two
years, she has also been going to night school to work on
her masters degree. There isn't much money in teaching
and she hopes that an advanced degree will help her get more
money or a better position.
<br>
We met in college. We were both pretty focused on our schoolwork
then and didn't really party too much in school. We
dated each other exclusively for the last two years of school
and were married six months after graduation. About a year
later, we found out that Kim couldn't bear children.
It was disappointing, but we adjusted our plans and expectations
and moved on.
<br>
Kim is tiny little thing. Just five feet tall and a hundred
pounds. She wears her wavy jet black hair just past shoulder
length. Her emerald green eyes are large and innocent looking,
even when she has her mouth full of my dick. She has dimples
that reveal the imp in her when she is thinking naughty thoughts.

<br>
We were each others first and only lover. We had a lot of fun
and great sex both in college and after we were married.
Eventually things settled into a comfortable routine.
After seven years of married life, sex was something that
we worked in a couple of times a week. Nothing wild or kinky,
just close and comfortable. We usually spend a little time
cuddling, then we do some oral sex to fire the engines up,
followed by pretty standard sex in the bed. She almost always
cums when we have sex, and always seems satisfied and pleased
that I show my desire and love for her.
<br>
Kim had classes on Monday through Thursday evenings. She
also stayed late at the gym on Tuesday and Thursday nights,
not getting home until after eleven. She might be small,
but she works out like a fiend. Between the weightlifting
and the stairmaster, Kim has a hard little body.
<br>
That schedule had settled into a pretty steady routine.
Kim would come home after school and toss a meal together
for us, change into jeans, and get her books and homework
ready for class. I'd get home around five and we would
eat and catch up on each other's day. Once she left,
I would take care of household chores and maybe go for a run
before zoning on the tube or the net. Kim would come in and
hit the shower & we would crash. Weekend evenings we
would eat out or catch a movie. We weren't big on going
out to clubs. It was a comfortable routine.
<br>
After months of this routine, things started changing
just a little. Kim started going straight from teaching
to the college to work with her study group, leaving me to
scrounge dinner for myself. I also noticed that she started
coming home showered. She said it saved time to shower at
the gym rather than coming home. I accepted these things
at face value and gave them no thought.
<br>
I started picking up on little changes also. I just never
attributed them to the right cause. We stopped having any
sex on her school nights. I just figured she was tired. We
still had plenty of fun over the weekends. I also noticed
that she had a fair amount of sexy new underclothes in the
wash. I just thought it was nice that she had sexy stuff like
that and never really followed it up with her.
<br>
She also started getting real touchy about letting me play
with her laptop. We had a nice home machine, but she needed
a good laptop for her schoolwork. I found her a great deal
on one from a guy at work who always had to have the very latest
thing out on the market. He would go nuts if he was six months
behind the tehno-curve. There were some nice games on the
machine, and it was fun to be able to sit in the bed and play
them or surf the net. About the time she started with her
study group, she told me she didn't want me playing
on her laptop. She claimed that she had all her notes in there
and didn't want me to mess anything up. It didn't
matter how hard I tried to convince her that I wouldn't
hurt her files, she wouldn't let me touch her machine.
She even got so that she would close it up if I happened to
walk up behind her. I wrote it off to the mysteries of the
female half of the species and let the matter drop.
<br>
One day, about two months after her study group began, she
called me at work to tell me she had a flat tire. Her car was
in the school parking lot, but it had a flat & she wouldn't
be able to get to the college if it wasn't fixed, and
she couldn't fix it in her dress and heels.
<br>
Since we had planned on buying new tires for that car soon
anyway, I told her that I would come by her school, throw
on the spare, and go get the new tires in time for her to have
her own car at class in the evening. My boss didn't mind
me splitting out early once in a while, as long as I made sure
to have my cell phone and beeper with me.
<br>
Lucky for me, I got to the high school during classes. That
meant that there were only a couple of dozen kids wandering
around campus instead of the hundreds that oozed out of
the buildings for lunchtime. It took about twenty minutes
slap the spare on the car and head to the nearby NTW for new
rubber.
<br>
The place was, of course, packed. The guy at the counter
told me it would be an hour and a half before they would get
the job done. I went back to the car to see if I could find anything
to read.
<br>
There was nothing but textbooks in her bag in the back seat,
but her laptop was sitting in her. I happily fired it up and
started playing games. I got bored after forty minutes
of goofing around and started looking around her hard drive.
She did have a bunch of school notes in one directory - lots
of dippy education gobbledegook that passes for higher
education in that lightweight field.
<br>
She had another directory with a bunch of zip files and a
lot of big .doc files. The names looked like dates. I tried
to open the files and found them all password protected.
Normally, that would slow me down for about ten seconds.
But I did not have any of my slick little tools with me here
in the NTW parking lot. Feeling sneaky, I copied a handful
of the files to a diskette and dropped it in my pocket.
<br>
I decided to use the rest of the waiting time cleaning the
car up a little. I put her 'puter back in the bag and cleaned
the trash up out of the floors and from under the seats. I
popped the trunk and started going through the stuff back
there with an eye to cleaning and organizing it.
<br>
Next surprise! There was a bag with a bunch of clothes stuck
in the trunk. There were nightgowns, lingerie, and a couple
of racy dresses that I had never seen before. All of the clothes
looked like they had been worn. A couple of the pair of panties
were pretty crusty. In the bottom of the bag was a small camcorder.
There were no tapes or anything, just one of those recorders
with the little LCD screens instead of an eyepiece.
<br>
This was enough to finally furrow my brow and make me start
wondering what was going on. I wondered if this belonged
to a friend of Kim's, or if Kim had bought this stuff
and had been afraid to show it to me. I couldn't figure
it out. While I was standing there with a lacy half cup bra
in my hand, the mechanic came to get the car. I put everything
back in the trunk like I found it and let him take it away.

<br>
I took the car back to the school for Kim. That night I started
thinking about all of the little changes and clues that
I hadn't really paid attention to. From the big things
I mentioned earlier, to a couple of little bruises on her
neck, to some of the new things she was trying in bed once
in a while. I started thinking that maybe my wife was fucking
someone else.
<br>
I had just about convinced myself that she was cheating
on me when she got home. She was dressed in her jeans and a
nice white blouse, looking chipper and happy. When she
came in, she gave me a big kiss and thanked me for saving her
with the car. She seemed so happy and bubbly, just like the
girl I fell in love with. I quickly wrote off my suspicions
as total paranoia and felt guilty for even thinking of such
a thing. The clothes in the trunk probably belonged to one
of her girlfriends or something.
<br>
The next day, as I dressed for work I saw the diskette I used
when I made the copies of those funny encrypted files on
Kim's computer. I almost dropped it in the trash, then
decided to take a peek anyway. I knew she wouldn't be
fooling around on me, but I thought there might be something
kind of interesting in the files anyway.
<br>
When I go to work I dropped the disk in my desk drawer and started
untangling problems with our system. By the time they were
fixed, the disk was forgotten. I had enough guilty feelings
for suspecting something of my wife that I really didn't
want to pursue the matter of her encrypted files.
<br>
Things moved on. The Christmas break came and went. A new
semester started for Kim. She told me that her classes were
really tough ones this semester and that she would have
to spend a lot of time in the library doing research on the
weekends. I told her that I hated that we would be losing
the time together, but that I understood her education
was important enough to her for us both to sacrifice some.

<br>
About a month into the new schedule, I was noticing that
Kim seemed aloof and a bit withdrawn. She was not terribly
interested in our dwindling sex life. Her work and her studies
seemed to have consumed her. I decided to surprise her at
the library on Saturday and try to lighten things back up
for us. I bought a little heart necklace and planned to take
her to a nice little restaurant for lunch.
<br>
The library is three floors and an uncounted number of little
study carrels, nooks, and crannies for people to get lost
in. I searched the library for over an hour and never found
Kim. I couldn't find her car in the parking lot either.
By the time I gave up looking for her, I was having to really
be active to ignore all of the pointers that screamed "affair".

<br>
When she got home that afternoon, I told her I had a gift for
her. Her response was to tell me to wait until she took a shower.
She said she had been studying hard all day and that she felt
sticky from when she was sitting in the sunshine by a window
while she did her research.
<br>
I waited until the shower was running, then went to our bedroom.
She had tossed her jeans and sweater on the bed, but there
were no underclothes to be seen. The crotch of her jeans
was soggy and smelled like very wet pussy. That was the point
at which I decided to find out just exactly was going on.
I knew that my innocent wife wasn't cheating on me,
but all of the signs told me something was up. I wanted to
find the rational explanation to all of it so that I could
lay my suspicions to rest.
<br>
Monday morning I put the diskette with the files I copied
from her computer into my machine. I have a handful of great
password crackers that I pulled off the net; WFWCD will
snap a MS-Work protected file open in no time, FCZ and ZipCrack
will bust open those zipped files overnight. (Hint - get
PGP and use a 128 bit key if you want to lock a file from viewing.
The internal encryption protection that comes with most
commercial software is about as effective as a screen door
on a submarine.)
<br>
What I found was about 200 e-mails from guys all over the
place who were responding to an ad. It showed up in a lot of
the responses:
<br>
- MWF Swinging Alone - Hi. I'm looking for discreet
partners to satisfy my newfound desires. I'm 26, petite,
in shape, d/d free. I love to get nasty with men, couples,
and women. I just started playing and can't get enough.
I'll consider doing just about anything sexual at
least once. Write me, turn me on, and maybe we'll play!

<br>
Many of the e-mails were pretty crude, some had pictures,
others sounded pretty pathetic. There were tons of them.

<br>
I felt shaky. My pulse raced. Then, I zoomed in on the age.
That was three years younger than Kim. Maybe it was something
she downloaded and kept copies of. Even if it was just her
looking at the sexy stuff on the net, that would be quite
a change from the Kim I thought I knew. My Kim loved sex and
was open to things, but didn't get worked up over reading
stuff or net surfing. However, I was a lot more willing to
believe that Kim had tripped across this stuff and found
it interesting than believing she was actually the one
who posted the ad.
<br>
I decided to do a little investigating. I started trying
to figure out how to get my hands on her laptop for a day. Monday
night, while Kim slept, I put a little clear nail polish
on the connections for her laptop's removable hard
drive. I let the polish dry and then slipped it gently back
into the slot.
<br>
Tuesday night she came home early. She was so upset about
her broken laptop that I thought for a second that she had
caught me out. She calmed enough to explain that she couldn't
even boot her machine and that all of her school work was
on there. I put on my sysadmin hat and said that in the worst
case we could rebuild all of her applications easily enough,
and that we could restore her school work from her backups.

<br>
As I said that, I could tell from the look in her eyes that
she, like most everyone else in the world, didn't keep
any back up at all. I told her to leave the machine with me
and that I would see if I could do anything before she had
to go to class the next day. I suggested that she blow off
her study group and come home after work to see if I got the
thing running. I got a strange look from her when I said that,
then she grasped at the possibility that I might save all
of her schoolwork.
<br>
The next morning at work, after dealing with my normal morning
chores, I pulled out her laptop and a bottle of nail polish
remover. It took about thirty seconds to get the machine
running again. I spent the next half hour or so going through
all of the history files and other footprints that are left
on a PC that tell you all about what the machine has been doing
lately. I found that most of her use of the laptop was her
school stuff. Research notes, visits to the school library
web and FTP sites, and boring papers.
<br>
There was, however, a pretty significant chunk of use that
was completely unrelated to school work. There were lots
of visits to various adult porn and swingers sites, she
had opened a number of image files that had names that sounded
like porn pictures. Her newsreader files showed that she
downloaded from a bunch of alt.sex newsgroups.
<br>
I looked through her MS-Outlook journal and found that
much of her sex related activity happened between the end
of her work day and the beginning of her classes in the evening
- when she was with her study group. The contacts file had
lots of phone numbers associated with men's, women,
and couples first names. There were hardly any last names
at all.
<br>
Finally, I looked at her calendar. That is when that cold
tingly feeling started in my belly. She had clearly marked
classes on Monday and Wednesday nights, but on Tuesday
and Thursday nights she had names and times written in.
The location spot usually read "Ben. Mall",
although a few times there were addresses.
<br>
I closed everything up and started thinking about my next
step. After work I her laptop to back, telling her that I
pulled the HD and straightened out a bent pin. I said that
it booted right up, but that I hadn't done any checks
to make sure her files were ok. She was visibly relieved
at both the fact that it worked and that I hadn't been
on her machine. She took off for her study group and classes.

<br>
As she pulled out of the driveway, I went into our files and
pulled out the receipts from when she paid her tuition.
Sure enough, all of her classes were on Monday and Wednesday
nights. Her Tuesday and Thursday evenings were free. As
much as I wanted to, it was hard to deny that something was
going on.
<br>
I started looking through her dresser, finding lots of
lingerie, but no more damning evidence. I went through
her nightstand with an equal lack of results. Finally,
in her side of the closet, I found a shoe box containing three
unlabeled video tapes. The box was stacked with a few others
in the back of the closet. It was the only one with any contents.

<br>
As I stood there in the closet, I knew down inside that looking
at these tapes would change my life. On the surface, I dithered,
wondering if I had the right to infringe on my wife's
privacy by viewing the tapes. I made up some pretty darn
good excuses to support just putting the box back and slipping
into denial. I couldn't do it, though. I had to look.

<br>
I locked up the house so that if Kim came in I would have time
to at least shut off the tube and VCR. I was shaky and dry mouthed
as I pointed the remote at the VCR and hit play. What I saw
in the next 20 seconds gave me the feeling of a skydiving
freefall, without ever leaving the ground. It was like
leaning over the guardrail on a high bridge. My arms and
legs were numb. I was forced to finally accept what I had,
up to then, so successfully denied. My wife was having sex
with other people.
<br>
The scene on the television showed Kim, nude, straddling
some guy's waist on a couch. She was fucking him with
a slow rolling motion of her hips. She looked towards the
camera and said, "Stop fucking with that and come
here." <br>
The camera rocked and steadied, then I saw the nude backside
of another man walk towards my wife and the man she was fucking.
He walked up to her and turned to the side, allowing the camera
to catch the action as she grabbed his dick and lowered her
head to it. She didn't slow down until his balls were
on her chin and her nose was buried in his pubic hair.
<br>
I stopped the tape and just sat there in shock. Aliens at
the front door would have been easier to take than this.
As the initial rush from cognitive dissonance (I am seeing
something I know can't be.) eased and some higher thought
process began starting back up, I tried to examine my feelings.

<br>
Beyond the surprise, I was hurt. How could she do this to
me? How could she be so deceptive and betray me while she
acted so normal a close when we were together. Sex was something
we had learned and explored together, something special
between us. I also questioned myself. What had I done wrong?
Was I not good enough to satisfy her? Was I somehow inadequate
as a lover?
<br>
I turned the tape back on. Maybe I could find out what was
missing between Kim and I. Maybe I could find an answer from
the tape.
<br>
She continued to suck and fuck the two men in the same position
for ten or fifteen minutes, slowly building up speed the
whole time. Finally, she was slamming herself into the
man under her and plunging the other guy's dick into
her open mouth. She came first. Moaning and rolling her
eyes as she stopped moving her body. You could see her tremble
and flex as the orgasm rolled through her body.
<br>
Then she took her hands and stroked the balls attached to
the cock in her mouth. The guy moaned and started clenching
his butt as he approached orgasm. He grabbed her head and
forced himself deep into her mouth and came.
<br>
It was at this point that I got my second shock of the night.
I was turned on beyond belief at the debauchery of my wife
with these two men. I was on the verge of cumming in my pants
without having touched myself. I stopped and reran the
tape. Then I put it back into its box and tucked the box back
where I found it. I couldn't believe that I was still
as hard as a rock. I couldn't understand why I was so
excited at something that hurt so deeply.
<br>
I grabbed a beer, downed it in gulps, then I sat at the table
with a second beer and tried, with little success, to sort
out the confusion in my head. By the time Kim got home that
night I had at least regained enough presence of mind to
act normally, even if what I was thinking and feeling was
so abnormal.
<br>
She came in dressed in her normal jeans and shirt. She had
obviously had a recent shower. I wondered if she had taken
it at the gym or some guys place. I looked at her innocent
bright eyes and dimpled smile and saw the face buried in
a strangers crotch. It was a good thing I was still sitting
at the table. My hardon all but ripped through my jeans.

<br>
We chatted about normal stuff. She told me the 'puter
worked great and gave me a kiss to thank me for "fixing"
it. She smelled nice. She seemed normal, like the girl I
fell in love with and had been married with for the last 7
years. But my feelings of anger, betrayal, and sexual arousal
chased that image around in my head until I though I would
scream. I told her I had a splitting headache and went to
bed.
<br>
I called in sick the next day. Since Kim usually leave for
work before I even get out of bed, she had no idea that I stayed
home to watch TV all day. And watching TV wasn't all.
The more I watched the more my sexual arousal outpaced the
other feelings. As I watched those three incredible tapes,
I beat off six or seven times. I stayed at least half hard
all day long. My cock was sore. By the end I wasn't producing
any semen when I came.
<br>
I had watched Kim fuck five different men in various combinations,
as well as two different women. I was riveted when I watched
as a guy named Dan filmed, narrated, and directed as Kim
and Dan's wife made love. It was, according to Dan,
Kim's first time with a woman. He zoomed in and filled
the screen as Kim put her tongue to this woman's cunt.
I came right there. There was another scene where Kim and
a different women kissed passionately as Kim rod a man's
face and her partner rode his cock.
<br>
Another scene that permanently burned itself into my memory
was the sight of my little tiny wife sandwiched between
two men, one fucking her ass and the other fucking her cunt.
It took a while for them to build up a rhythm, the guy in her
ass slipped out once. I came when Kim groaned and begged
him to hurry and put it back.
<br>
I saw her in all manner of sexual activity. In one scene,
she was blindfolded and tied to an X frame while a man lightly
slapped her cunt with the flat tip of a riding crop. What
was really amazing about that was watching her wet juices
sticking to the crop when he rubbed and stroked her cunt
with the end of it. I saw film of her applying clothes pins
to the nipples of one of the women she had made love to on another
tape. There were even some scenes shot of her in the passenger
seat of a car flashing other cars. The camera man was in the
back seat filming as she played with her little titties
and showed them to astonished onlookers in other cars.

<br>
Most of the scenes were incomplete, like edits cut from
longer tapings. They never showed the entire event from
start to finish. Some of them appeared to be taken from a
camera that was hidden that no one knew was there. Others
were taken by a third party or were fixed on a tripod near
the bed, or couch, or floor, or table. By the dates on the
films, this had been going on for over a year, but most of
the scenes were from the last three or four months.
<br>
I watched my wife fuck and suck with total abandon. No pretense
at love or any sort of emotional attachment. It was simply
no holds barred physical sex. By the afternoon I was numb,
except for my raw cock. I replaced the tapes and tried to
figure out what to do next.
<br>
I took out the printout I had made of Kim's calendar.
Today was a Thursday, no classes. Her schedule said "Dan
& Joyce 5:00 Ben. Mall." Since there was only
one mall around our part of the town, I headed over there.
Once I got in the mall I stood in front of the directory for
15 minutes looking through every listing. There was no
store named "Ben" anywhere in the place. It
was 4:30, too late to try to get to the high school and discreetly
follow her anywhere.
<br>
As I worked my way through the parking lot in defeat, I saw
a Benigan's in the parking lot of the mall. Aha! Broke
the code there! I bet she met people there. I backed the car
into an out of the way parking place that let me watch the
front door.
<br>
Sure enough, about ten 'til five, Kim went in. I was
surprised at her clothes. She had a little short black skirt
on that had a slit up the front of her right leg. The skirt
was a mini skirt to start with. The slit ran almost to the
bend of her waist. She had on big sunglasses and had her hair
teased up. She looked very sexy...and very available.
The guy that held the door for her just about tripped over
his tongue.
<br>
She was alone when she went in. She came out thirty minutes
later with three others. Dan and Joyce were obviously the
couple from the tapes. Kim and Joyce were walking arm-in-arm
and giggling about something. Dan and another man were
walking behind watching the women in front of them. They
all piled into a Cadillac and headed down the road.
<br>
I went home and waited. Thinking about what Kim was doing
while I sat and waited was making my poor abused dick hard
again. The feelings of betrayal and hurt were making way
for lust. I felt guilty about being so turned on by my wife's
infidelity. I couldn't believe that something so
hurtful could also be so exciting. I went a little crazy.

<br>
Kim got in at the regular time, showered and in jeans. She
looked like she always did when she just got back from the
gym. We didn't talk much. It was pretty late and we just
headed for bed. When she gave me a kiss goodnight, I couldn't
help wondering where her mouth had been earlier. How many
loads of cum had she had there. How much pussy juice had passed
those lips?
<br>
I lay there for hours, listening to my slut wife sleep a sated
sleep, debating with my self. I didn't want to lose
Kim. I loved her. I considered confronting her with what
I knew and presenting her with an ultimatum to stop. But
I feared that she would decide that whatever she was getting
outside of our marriage was better than what she was getting
at home. I thought about trying to guilt her into telling
me that she had done something and use that as an opening
to convince her to stop. That didn't seem very likely,
though.
<br>
I decided I needed to know more about what was going on. I
would let things ride as they were while I did a little more
investigating. Maybe I could figure this out. It would
also give me time to reconcile the conflicting feelings
running around in my head.
<br>
The next afternoon, I went back to searching through the
closet. When I had found the tapes the other day, I stopped
looking for anything else. The rest of the shoe boxes were
empty, but I did find a small box with some pictures and receipts
stuck in the corner. The pictures were all Polaroids that
were similar in nature to the videos. There was one wrenching
difference, though. Kim's partner was a very muscular
black man.
<br>
He was tall and solidly built. His head was shaved smooth.
His stomach rippled with a six-pack of abdominal muscle.
He looked like he had no body fat at all. He also had an extra
thick, uncut, cock. It looked about seven or eight inches
long, but was as big around as a coke can.
<br>
It was obviously a start-to-finish series of pictures.
I have no idea who manned the camera. The series started
with Kim and her lover facing each other holding hands.
Kim was wearing a skin tight black dress that barely covered
her ass. On the one breast that I could see in the picture,
her nipple was standing up like she had a pencil eraser in
there. Her breasts are small, barely an a cup, with aureolae
about the size of a quarter. Her nipples are prominent when
she is excited, and she was obviously excited in this picture.

<br>
Of all of the pictures, the next in the series had the strongest
impact on me. Kim had both arms wrapped around her lovers
neck. He held her ass cheeks (the dress pulled up enough
to show her pantiless ass) in his hands. Her body was pressed
against him, and they were kissing. It was obvious that
tongue and saliva were being exchanged. Kim's eyes
were open and looking right at her lover. The look of total
abandon I saw in her eyes was wrenching and exciting.
<br>
The next picture showed Kim, now nude, on her knees holding
his ebony dick with her tiny hands. Her lips were pursed
and she was kissing the tip of his thick pole. His clothes
were on, and his pants were unzipped. The next three shots
showed Kim undressing her black lover and continuing to
suck his dick. There were a few shots of him bending Kim over
and pressing his fingers up her cunt and ass. Her head was
tipped back in obvious pleasure. The contrast between
his large black hands with two fingers hidden in her little
pink cunt surrounded by white skin was incredible.
<br>
There were eight or ten shots of them fucking in various
positions. The first one showed him on his back with Kim
straddling him, one leg up, her hands on his cock, guiding
the tip of his cock into her cunt. I mentally titled this
"First Contact". His fat dick was just touching
the lips of her pussy.
<br>
As I looked at the picture more, I realized something that
made me go back through the pictures again. They had been
taken in our house! I had been so focused on Kim and her lover
I hadn't noticed the surroundings. She started with
him in our living room. The pictures of her sucking his cock
showed them on the couch that I was sitting in. The pictures
of them fucking were in our bedroom.
<br>
I looked at the background in all of the pictures carefully.
In one, I could see the picture I had hung in the bedroom three
weeks ago. Kim had fucked this man in our bed within the last
three weeks. My stomach felt the same way it does whenever
I lean out over a high balcony.
<br>
The last three pictures in the set showed Kim on her back
with her lover standing beside the bed, feeding her his
cock. You could see his cum on her lips and cheek in one. In
the very last picture, Kim held his black cock over her outstretched
tongue as a last glob of his come was dripping down.
<br>
I was as sexually excited as I had ever been in my life. I was
also sick with guilt over that excitement. What kind of
pervert was I? I was also in total shock over the tone of the
pictures.
<br>
I don't believe I have any strong prejudices based
on race. I have had good friends of many races over the years.
Race never seems to be much of an issue to me. But seeing pictures
of my wife slutting for a black man was powerful. It somehow
shouted that all morals, decency, and taboos were out the
window. There was no doubt that she was acting with utter
sexual abandon. The idea of my proper, almost virginal,
wife could behave so completely slutty was a total conflict
to me. I was breathless. I was also steel hard. It took about
two strokes to come all over myself.
<br>
I realized that the conflicting feelings I had fueled my
excitement. The dismay and betrayal I felt mad my interest
and lust even stronger. My anguish over the loss of "control"
over my woman excited me. I was a jumble of confused feelings
that were feeding one another. That my wife could have this
complete other aspect of her personality and keep it hidden
from me was as appealing as it was appalling. The lady and
the slut both resided in this woman, I only knew one of them.

<br>
I took the pictures into the living room, snagging a couple
of longnecks from the fridge on the way. It was Friday, Kim
usually went to the gym after work, but she had no classes.
We usually sat around on Friday nights, watched rented
videos then headed to bed early for a romantic candle lit
romp.
<br>
Kim was due home in an hour or so. I tried to reason out all
of my conflicting emotions, but they really weren't
listening to reason. My mind spun. I finally decided that
I had to confront her about this. I couldn't handle
sneaking around following her. I couldn't ignore
this. I decided that we had to talk.
<br>
I threw together a quick spaghetti dinner, put candles
on the table and opened a bottle of wine. I figured that things
would go much better if we were both a little relaxed when
I brought up the subject of the evening. Maybe with the inhibitions
down just a bit, Kim and I could discuss this rationally.

<br>
Kim came in and saw the table. It obviously pleased her that
I had taken the time to make us a romantic dinner, I handed
her a glass of wine and told her to go put on something more
comfortable than her work clothes. She came back ten minutes
later in a little sun dress that looked sexy and showed her
body off without looking in the least bit sleazy. Nothing
like the black stretch thing she wore for her black lover.

<br>
We chatted about inconsequential stuff while we ate. I
made sure her glass stayed full of the wine. After we finished
eating, we moved the candles to the living room and sat on
the couch together. I noticed my shaking hands as I set the
candle on the coffee table. My lungs tingled with each breath.
I had ice in my stomach and burning hot skin.
<br>
"You seem distracted, honey, " Kim said as
she ran a fingernail up the back of my arm. "Everything
OK?" <br>
It took everything I had to not just say that I was fine. I
wanted to avoid this discussion almost as much as I knew
that we needed to have it.
<br>
"You know I love you, " I began. "No matter
what. You are the center of my world and I never want to lose
you." <br>
She tipped her head in confusion. I am rarely so expressive
about my feelings. She hugged me and said, "I love
you too, always." <br>
I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out the pictures
of her with her black stud. I took a deep breath and jumped
off the edge. As I set the pictures on the coffee table, I
said "I...we need to talk about this." <br>
I watched her eyes widen as she took the picture and turned
it over. She froze in place. The color drained from her face.
Then she glanced at me. I couldn't help but wonder what
she saw in my face at that moment.
<br>
She said, "Oh God, " and hid her face in her hands.

<br>
We sat like that for a long time. Both of us crying.
<br>
As I got control of myself, I looked over at my wife. Her black
hair was hanging over the side of her face, hiding the puffy
eyes and tearstained cheeks. Her dress had slid up on her
legs, showing off her strong tanned thighs. Her sobs shook
her little breasts that were so nicely displayed in that
little sundress.
<br>
For a moment, I saw her not as my wife, but as a very attractive
and sexual woman. I saw what her lovers must see. When I blinked
my eyes and thought about it for a second, my distraught
wife was back. I reached out to her and hugged her to me.
<br>
"I'm not sure I understand any of this, "
I whispered, "But I love you and don't want to
lose you." <br>
My words brought on more sobs. I got fifteen more minutes
of the water works while I held her. While I was holding her
and she cried, I looked over at the pictures still on the
table. I zoomed in on the picture of them, still dressed,
with Kim's arms around his neck kissing her lover with
abandon. An embarrassingly familiar tingle in my gut warned
me of the erection about to follow.
<br>
As I held Kim I looked over the other pictures that were visible
from where I was. Pictures of Kim with a black finger in her
cunt, with a huge black cock pressing at the entry to her
pussy, with his cum on her cheek and her tongue outstretched
for a drip of cum from his cock. The same cheek that was pressed
to my shoulder. My cock was painfully erect.
<br>
I leaned forward and brushed my lips on the back of Kim's
sensitive neck. Sometimes she would cum from me just kissing
on her neck. This time she sighed as I kissed and sucked on
the sensitive skin. The feeling between us instantly changed
into something very sexually charged. When I reached and
cupped her breast, the nipple felt diamond hard.
<br>
She looked up and we froze in place. Our eyes locked with
a smoldering intensity that even lasers couldn't
match. We came to some kind of unspoken agreement. I still
don't understand exactly how, but in that moment there
was a lot communicated between us. Hurt, anger, jealousy,
acceptance, forgiveness, sorrow, love, and intense lust
flew back and forth in that space of time.
<br>
With a moan that bordered on a growl, Kim crushed her mouth
on mine. Her tongue was in my mouth probing and licking.
We were pawing at each other's clothes, tugging and
pulling on anything between us while we mouth fucked.
<br>
What followed was raw animal sex, at least for the first
hour or so. I came at least three times in that hour, it was
some kind of record for me. As soon as we were naked, I pushed
Kim face down over the coffee table and started fucking
her from behind. The pictures of her fucking her black lover
were scattered in front of her and under her. Some were actually
sticking to her body as I slammed myself into her repeatedly.

<br>
Every time I thrust she grunted and moaned as my weight settled
on her. At first they were just formless grunts and gasps,
then she started saying, "Yes" each time I thrust
into her. As we built up in speed and force she switched to
"Fuck me" as I pounded down on her. Finally,
as I was about to cum in my adulterous wife's cunt, I
felt her spasming under me. She started shouting "Fuck
me. Give it to me. Use it, use it. Make me yours." in
a long unending string of fragments.
<br>
I came. It only made me more horny. I grabbed her head and
pulled it to my still hard, steel hard, cock. It was dripping
with my cum and her pussy juice. I should say that I started
pulling her head to my cock. She leapt for it and vacuumed
me into her with a ferociousness that would have been scary
had it not been so exciting. She buried her face in my crotch
as I sat on the couch enjoying deep throat for the first time
in my life. She attacked my cock with intensity and unadulterated
lust. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of her
mouth and hands.
<br>
After a while, I felt her remove my cock from her mouth and
start licking and sucking on my balls while she stroked
my cock with her hands. As she moved around, she lifted my
balls and started licking in the area between them and my
asshole. She had never done anything like that to me before.
It was incredible. I looked down at the table and saw the
pictures showing her fucking her black lover. I was so close
to cumming. Then she moved a little bit more and thrust her
tongue into my ass. As she licked and sucked there I started
cumming. I shot into her hands and across my belly. It was
great.
<br>
Kim licked every bit of my cum from her hands and my belly.
Savoring it and fondling my cock as she did it. I was half
hard and still turned on and excited. Looking at her, making
eye contact with her, as she lapped my cum up was enough to
spin my head.
<br>
Kim sat back up on the edge of the coffee table. She spread
her legs wide apart, placing them on either side of me on
the couch. I sat slouched with my legs out in front of me,
looking at the sexy slut I didn't realize existed.

<br>
With a wicked smile on her beautiful face, she quietly said,
"Watch, just watch." <br>
With that, she started to masturbate. She started slowly,
pulling on her nipples and massaging her breasts. Most
of the time her eyes were closed, but once in a while she would
have her face pointed down and look up at me by cutting her
eyes up. It looked incredibly sexy. Eventually, she worked
her hands down and began pulling and stretching her pussy
lips. They glistened with moisture when she started. After
a little while, they were literally dripping.
<br>
She put the two fingers of one hand into her sopping, cheating,
slutty cunt. With two fingers of the other hand, she began
a circular stroking of her clit. She worked herself into
a frenetic pace, bouncing her butt on the table and losing
herself in self pleasure. I was hard and stroking myself
as I watched her wanton display. She started making a high
pitched squealing and then froze as her body jerked in orgasmic
spasms.
<br>
I pulled her from the coffee table and pushed it aside. I
laid her on the floor and slipped a throw pillow under her
ass to lift her cunt and hips just a little. My cock went into
her like a hot knife through butter. We went from zero to
a hundred in two strokes. I was slamming myself into her.
My stomach was hitting hers, my balls were slapping her
ass. She pulled her legs wide and prodded me into her even
harder with her heels on my butt and thighs. We ground our
mated crotches into each other. Fucking hard with no thought,
just animal passion.
<br>
I put my weight on my arms and raised my head. Kim's eyes
bored into mine, her teeth were clenched and bared. I could
see the muscles and tendons in her neck as they flexed when
I pushed myself into her. I glanced at one of the pictures
that had fallen from the table. It showed her in much the
same position as we were in, but with a black lover between
her legs rather than her husband.
<br>
Kim noticed my attention on the picture she reached for
it and looked at it. She turned it over to show it to me. Then
she said the words that made us both come. "He fucked
me for hours. I was his slut that evening. He used every hole
and made me beg for more." <br>
After indescribable orgasms that seemed to last forever,
we both collapsed together on the floor. Our bodies were
slick with sweat, and we were both out of breath. I closed
my eyes and listened to Kim's breathing slow to an even
pace. We fell into a sated sleep.
<br>
Kim was still sleeping when I woke up. I began trying to puzzle
out the recent events and try to figure out where we were
headed as I looked at her naked body next to me. I didn't
really think that things were headed back to "normal".
At the same time, I didn't really think that our marriage
would stand a state of continuous debauchery on either
of our parts. I needed to find out what motivated her behavior.
If I could understand where it came from, maybe we could
control it or use it to our benefit rather than our destruction.

<br>
I nudged my sexy wife awake and suggested she grab a shower
while I fixed us something to drink. As I dried her back,
Kim said, "You know, there is still a lot we need to
discuss." <br>
"Oh God, not another discussion like the last one.
At least not for a little bit!" I joked. It didn't
go over real big, so I told her that I had been thinking the
same thing. I suggested that we wait until morning. I was
satisfied knowing she still wanted us to be together and
felt that a night of sleep would help us put things in perspective.
She was asleep by the time I had finished my own shower.
<br>
I woke to an incredible blow job. Kim had her nose pressed
into my belly and the head of my cock in her throat when I woke
up. It was great. Every time I tried to reach for her she shied
away. Finally she lifted her head and told me that this was
just for me and that I should just relax and let her do for
me. She turned me inside out with her mouth. I was vibrating
on the bed when she finally let me come. It was heavenly.

<br>
Later, after cleaning up the kitchen from breakfast, we
sat at the kitchen table and talked. It was perhaps the most
open and honest discussion we had ever had. There was a lot
of soul baring and soul searching going on that day. Somehow
we worked through things and came up with some plans before
we went back at each others bodies like starving men after
food.
<br>
I probed about the motivation behind Kim's actions.
Her frank and almost blunt response was pretty shocking.
This was something she had thought about for a long time.
It wasn't a reflection of my ability (or lack) to satisfy
her in bed. It tied back to fantasies that she had going back
to puberty. It was connected to when she learned to masturbate.
Her older brother had been caught playing with himself
in the bathroom by their mother. Mom raised such a stink
about how bad he had been, how wrong it was to do that, that
it made quite an impression on Kim.
<br>
The uproar and fuss made Kim feel guilty about playing with
herself rather than making her stop doing it. She started
associating the guilt with sexual pleasure. She eventually
developed it in to a fine art. The naughtier she was, even
if it was just in her imagination, the more exciting it was.
She was afraid of crossing the line and really doing anything,
but she learned to savor the conflict between physical
pleasure and emotional guilt.
<br>
I must have some kind of really twisted psyche. I was turned
on by listening to my wife tell me about her sexual awakening.
I remembered pictures of her at twelve years old. She was
small for her age and insufferably cute. I pictured her
in bed playing with herself at that age. It was a good thing
we were at the table where my hardon was concealed. I wondered
if I was going to be out sniffing little girl's bicycle
seats next.
<br>
Kim explained that once we were married, the newness of
sex was satisfying enough for her for a while. After a few
years, sex started feeling a little too routine. There
were good feelings, both emotionally and physically,
but the delicious tingle from "being bad" was
gone. She started masturbating and fantasizing to feed
her needs. That satisfied her for a while, but eventually
it paled as well.
<br>
The real push to her next step was once she was back in school.
It seems that most of the students in her graduate program
were single and playing the field pretty hard. Kim said
that listening to them talk about their exploits was enough
to start her really wanting that "naughty"
feeling again.
<br>
She went to a bar with a couple of her wilder friends after
finishing a particularly tough midterm exam one night.
She had a few drinks and was feeling pretty loose when some
guy asked her to dance. This led to an evening of dancing
and groping on the dance floor.
<br>
The next evening she went back alone. After an hour or so
she let a guy take her to the parking lot where he fucked her.
They were in a dark corner of the parking lot. Kim said that
she started it by kissing him with lots of tongue. Before
long her shirt was open and her small breasts were exposed.
After a while he bent her over the trunk of his car and lifted
her tight skirt. She said that he was pretty rough, but that
it added to the thrill.
<br>
She described her feelings about it. "I was so turned
on. Knowing that I shouldn't be doing it in public,
doing it hard and nasty with a guy I didn't even know,
knowing that I was cheating on you, acting like a total slut
instead of a high school English teacher... it was incredible.
It felt like an evening long orgasm." <br>
From the bar, she went to the gym and showered before coming
home. "I was transformed from schoolteacher and
wife to a slut and back that night. Being on the edge like
that was so thrilling..." <br>
She said that her experience left her floating for a couple
of months. "Any time I started wanting that extra
little tingle all I had to do was remember that night. But
it eventually faded. I had to go back to the well. The next
time it didn't last so long. Finally, it has built up
to the point that I have been pushing the envelope in terms
of both duration between my activities and in how far I have
been willing to go in terms of kinkiness. What you found
in those pictures and tapes is pretty vanilla compared
to the last month or so." She seemed exhausted by her
confession.
<br>
I was fascinated by her tale. I wanted to hear the details
of each encounter. What kinky things had she been doing?
How many men had had her body? I wanted to know it all. At the
same time, I knew I loved her as much or more than ever. I wanted
to make things work for us. So, rather than trying to get
the gory details of all of her encounters, I spent the next
hour trying to work out our relationship.
<br>
She was surprised that I was so accepting. When I described
my excitement at her illicit activity, she smiled. "Sounds
like you know about the excitement of the guilty tingle."
<br>
Eventually, we decided to try to share her experiences,
and maybe include me. The catch that I insisted on was to
limit the number of experiences to just two encounters
per month. I didn't want us to fall into a slide that
accelerated both of us into a situation where we had constantly
had to have more and more activities (and kinkier activities)
to satisfy us. I reasoned that if we showed the control to
limit how often we did these things, then the expectation
of the next and memory of the last would sustain us. We wouldn't
fall into the spiraling cycle and trap that snared Kim.
We decided to have our first "wild weekend"
the following week. In the mean time, Kim would stop all
other activity with her friends, and we would work at repairing
our relationship.
<br>
Once we had concluded the discussion I looked at my wife.
I saw the cute little elf she had been at twelve, playing
with herself. I saw the serous undergraduate student with
whom I had my first sexual experience. I saw the upstanding
wife and teacher that our community knew. I also saw a very
sexy little slut with the guts and willingness to bend the
rules in pursuit of sexual excitement. I was excited.
<br>
We decided to wait until Friday night to make plans for our
first "wild night". That is not to say that we
abstained until then. It seemed as if we couldn't get
enough of each other. Our sex ran the gamut from the sweetest
romantic candlelit love making to hard nasty fucking like
I have never done before. I really got into having Kim tell
me about some of the things she had done behind my back.
<br>
It turned into a type of role play for us. She still felt guilty
about having cheated on our relationship, but we were both
very excited by it. As we would start she would be very much
the lady, reluctant to speak of her indiscretions, embarrassed
to speak of them. As I touched her and teased her body, she
would heat up and the reluctance would fade. Before long
she would be proudly telling me about her experiences.
She would be so hot and turned on that I hardly recognized
her. I quickly became a connoisseur of watching the battle
between the lady and the slut.
<br>
The variety of the sexual experimentation Kim had participated
in shocked me. It also excited me. I'm not sure that
I would want her to do all of those things again, she didn't
really enjoy all of them herself. However, some of them,
depraved as they are turned me on beyond anything I would
have believed. A short list of some of her activities include
bondage (as a dom and as a sub), interracial sex, groups
(she did 6 guys in one night!), she helped her girl friend
fuck a dog (then the dog licked Kim to orgasm), she had sex
in public, she flashed strangers, and once she even "accidentally"
flashed some of her students at school.
<br>
When I drew the stories out of her, she would get very hot
both from remembering what she had done and from seeing
the effect of her stories on me. I found myself particularly
excited by her first encounter with a black man. I had never
given much thought to interracial sex, but her story, coupled
with the pictures she had, were enough to make me very interested
in the topic.
<br>
One afternoon Kim got a message from the couple she was supposed
to meet that night. They were tied up with a family crisis
and weren't going to be free. Kim was extra hot that
day, having spent most of the day thinking about what was
going to happen. She ended up going alone to a club she had
been to before. During the course of the evening, she met
and danced with several men. Of these men, the best dancer
was a black guy who was hitting on Kim pretty hard. As worked
up as she was, his efforts paid off quickly. They went to
his apartment.
<br>
Kim's new friend was about 6'2" and 225 lbs.
She swears that he had no visible body fat on his body. Once
she started talking about it, it became obvious that his
washboard stomach and heavily muscled body turned her
on greatly. She talked about how the light glistened on
the planes of his body and about how strong and big he was.
She swears that she couldn't close her hands around
his cock. It wasn't real super long, but it was a beer
can or larger in diameter. She said that going down on him
was a real effort, eventually she ended up stroking him
and licking him rather than trying taking him in her mouth.

<br>
She described straddling him and slowly lowering her little
five foot hundred pound frame onto her lover who was more
than twice her size. I could see the action in my minds eye
as she described it to me. She went slow and easy - adjusting
to the size and stretching. She told me that once she had
accepted him completely into her body she started having
one orgasm after another. Here she was, a married white
school teacher with a black guy she barely knew, with his
cock stretching her cunt and his hands covering her tits.

<br>
They fucked like that for fifteen or twenty minutes before
he grasped her hips and started pulling her up and down on
his cock. She said it felt as if he were simply masturbating
by using her body to stroke himself. He was so strong that
he could repeatedly lift her and drop her back onto his cock.
Once he came, he never really got soft. Kim said that he stayed
mostly hard while they kissed and chatted, catching their
breath for round two.
<br>
Kim became engrossed in telling me about the second time
her black lover fucked her that evening. She was nude on
our bed and had been touching and stroking me while she told
me about the first part of the evening. As she started talking
about her second fuck, she sat back and started playing
with herself. Between her moans and gasps she told me what
happened.
<br>
Kim's new acquaintance rolled her to her back and stretched
her legs wide apart on the bed. This time there was no slow
and easy penetration. He told her to guide it in, and when
she did he slammed his hips forward, impaling her and driving
her back into the mattress. As quick as he fucked into her,
he pulled back. As she started to bounce up out of the mattress,
he pounded her back down, setting up a speed and rhythm that
bounced her into the bed then back up and into his body over
and over. She swears that he fucked her like this for 20 minutes.
She described how his breathing deepened, and sweat dripped
down his muscular body.
<br>
Kim was touching herself and close to coming in front of
me as she related this to me. I was stroking myself and about
to join her. She said that she could tell he was tired from
his breathing, but that he kept moving just as hard and fast
as ever. Then when she thought she couldn't take any
more, he froze with all of his weight pushing down on her
tiny body. She could feel his cock pulsing as he came. She
came too, casting off all taboos feeling totally slutty,
and totally giving herself to physical pleasure. She was
sore for a week following the thorough plowing he gave her.

<br>
She went back to that bar several times, but never found
this guy again. The one in the pictures I found was another
man she met while she was looking for another romp with her
first black lover. I imagined my sweet little wife being
drilled into the bed by her lover, arms holding to his sweaty
body, legs spread acceptingly, hips gyrating to produce
more pleasure. Our eyes were locked as we both came. The
glint in her eyes as she told me her story was as enthralling
for her as it was for me.
<br>
She told me of her other adventures as well. The first time
she made love with another woman, being tied and spanked
and teased by a dominant couple, entertaining a group of
salesmen in town for a convention. By the time Friday rolled
around, I was on a sexual high. Imagining all of the things
my wife had done. Imagining all of the things she would do.

<br>
I told her that I wanted to orchestrate everything for our
first night out. She accepted that and seemed excited by
the prospect. I had her model sexy clothes for me for almost
an hour before I decided what she would wear. I ended up choosing
a simple black miniskirt with a white silk shirt and a black
vest. It was sexy without quite shouting "slut!"
She also wore a lacy pair of black t-back panties, thigh
high black hose, and some black high heeled shoes. No bra,
but with the vest everything was covered. If she moved right
the vest would pull back just enough for her pretty little
nipples to show through the thin material of her shirt.

<br>
Once the clothes were chosen, Kim banished me from the bedroom
while she did her makeup and hair. I burned the time by watching
her sex videos. I was glad I chose pants with a generous pleat
in them. I was going to be hard all night long. Tight slacks
would have been torture.
<br>
Kim entered the room just as her video self made one of the
two men with her come. His come shot across her belly and
she rubbed it in. On our big screen TV it was engrossing.

<br>
"That was a fun afternoon." <br>
I looked over my shoulder to see Kim posing sexily for me.
With her hair and makeup done and her sexy clothes on, the
look in her eyes screamed sex. This was the same woman who
I had just watched fuck the brains out of two young guys on
our TV. For just a minute I thought about canceling the evening
and dragging her to bed right then, but I couldn't quite
bring myself to mess up my plans for the night.
<br>
"Those two guys are on the wrestling team at the college.
There wasn't an ounce of body fat on either one of them, "
Kim said. "They had great stamina, and were just about
insatiable. Although, Robbie did have those ugly ears..."
<br>
Suddenly, I had a block of dry ice in my stomach. This was
all real. It had really happened. It was going to happen
again tonight. My wife. My sweet innocent wife was capable
of being a total slut with men she barely knew. Not just capable,
she had done it and was looking forward to doing it again
this very evening.
<br>
The enormity of what had happened, was happening, struck
me very hard. I was suddenly very uncomfortable with actually
living out the reality of what had been fantasy to me. I was
afraid of the changes that could come about as a result of
all of this. I very much wanted to dial the clock back and
have things as they were before.
<br>
Kim must have read my thoughts. She sat next to me and reassured
me that our love was stronger than ever. She held me and told
me that she would give it all up to keep me if that is what it
took. We just sat there for five or ten minutes, being close
and holding each other.
<br>
Finally, I said, "No, it was just that all of the change
has been pretty quick for me. I was just a little overwhelmed
for a minute. I think we have to try this at least once. Then
we can reevaluate things and see where we will head."
With that, I stood and helped my sexy, secretly slutty wife
to her feet.
<br>
We drove to a hotel in town that was right across from the
convention center. I was sure the bar would have plenty
of men available to fill out my plans for the evening. I pulled
up to the very front of the hotel and dropped Kim off with
instructions to have fun in the bar. I told her I would get
the car parked and be along in a half hour or so. I told her
that when I got to the bar, she was to have danced with at least
two different guys and have had a drink. When she asked for
money for the drink, I told her that she would have to use
a different currency to get it. She smiled and headed into
the lobby.
<br>
My stomach was doing flip flops as I watched her butt swing
as she walked through the lobby. It was really happening!
I was buzzing like I had a six pack of margaritas in me. It
was all I could do to take my time parking and walking back
to the lobby of the hotel. I could hear the music and laughter
from the bar. I sat in the lobby and watched the people coming
and going from the bar.
<br>
A beautiful blonde in a black mini skirt and a red knit top
came out of the bar with two black men. She had long dark blonde
hair and beautiful eyes. She had an arm around each of the
guys and was laughing at something one of them had just whispered
in her ear. Following behind them was a short guy with salt
and pepper hair.
<br>
"Come on, Gary, " She said over her shoulder.
"You don't want to miss anything, do you?"
<br>
"Yeah, Gary, " laughed one of the black men.
"Jill told us how much you wanted to see this."
<br>
My God! Was everyone doing this sort of thing? Maybe I had
been living in Mayberry with Andy and Aunt Bea all these
years. It was clear that those two guys were taking her up
to a room for sex. I couldn't believe how obvious they
were.
<br>
That little scene was enough to break my resolve to wait
a full thirty minutes before going in the bar. I got up and
looked in. Kim was on the dance floor with a man who looked
like a poster boy for country clubs. He had that dark tan
with perfect casual but dressy clothes. His hair looked
like it belonged on a game show host. His teeth were too white
to be true. I was surprised at her choice of partner.
<br>
They were moving fast, both of them clearly putting on a
show for everyone to see. Whenever Kim turned quickly,
her vest pulled back and anyone watching could see her nipples.
The guy moved with a self conscious grace that looked more
studied than natural.
<br>
When the song ended, Kim and Mr. Plastic went to the bar and
sat at their waiting drinks. I had taken a seat at a table
in the back of the club. It was pretty busy and people kept
moving into my sight line of my wife and her suitor. I tried
to decide what my next step was going to be.
<br>
I went up to the bar and ordered a beer. Kim saw me order. I
casually waved at her. She said something to Plas and came
over to me.
<br>
As she approached, I said, "Just act like I'm
an old friend, OK?" Kim went into the routine so eas

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12/6/2005

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12/6/2005

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12/6/2005

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8/13/2006

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9/25/2006

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9/25/2006

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9/26/2006

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