0 comments/ 50537 views/ 2 favorites Bill and I By: Angelscuck During the sixties,my friend Bill and I were co-administrators of a community self-help program. This program was staffed by volunteers, most of which were beautiful women. Between the two of us, being both young and single, had most of these lovely ladies available for our pleasure. The one thing we never did, however, was cross swords, meaning, we did not sleep with each other's sex partners. One day, Bill called me on the phone and explained that he had access to a rock star's home for the next twenty-four hours. The owner was going out of town and had invited Bill to use his place until the following evening as long as he didn't do any damage, cleaned up afterwards and was out of there by six pm the next evening. This meant full access to a beautiful mansion overlooking the Pacific Ocean on a hill in Malibu, California. He could use the pool, Jacuzzi , and a wide assortment of recreational drugs and booze. Bill suggested I round up a date and join him for the night. This did not give me much time. It was already four in the afternoon and even though LA is a "last minute town", I was sure most of the women I knew had made plans for the night. I started calling my list of ladies but kept hearing, "Please leave a message" or "I'm sorry Kel, I wished you had called me sooner." and "I have already made plans for this evening." After the tenth call I was beginning to get discouraged. About seven-thirty I called Bill and said, "Sorry man, but i'm scoring zero in the date department. Maybe you should just grab your honey and split. I will see you Monday. "Don't feel like the Lone Ranger," he replied. I struck out too! Listen, fuck it! Let's just drive up there and get, high and enjoy the pool and Jacuzzi. We can still have free dope, food , booze and a beautiful pad with a knockout view!" "Sounds good to me," I replied. "I'll pick you up in thirty minutes." About three days before Bill's invitation, I was lighting a joint with a Zippo lighter and burned off half of my mustache. Not being able to repair the damage, I decided to just shave my beard off and start from scratch. I had worn a beard for five years and it was interesting to see the various reactions from my friends. Because I worked at a Hippie Clinic, a lot of the guys thought I had gone straight or sold out. Most of the women liked it and seemed to enjoy kissing me more. Oh well, there's no accounting for taste. My friend Bill hadn't seen it yet. A little after eight, I pulled up in front of Bill's apartment and honked my horn. He came out, hopped into the front seat and did a double take at my new appearance. "Wow man, what happened to the beard?" He inquired. I explained about the accident. He laughed and then said, "I have never seen your face under that beard before. You are quite a handsome guy! I thanked him and we chatted about clinic business on the way to Malibu for our "guy's night out." We arrived at the beach house at 10pm. It was magnificent! Bill had the key and was given the combination to prevent the house alarm from summoning the police. There must have been at least twenty rooms. The pool was Olympic-sized, with a trapeze and a built in Jacuzzi. The bar was fully stocked and in the secret stash that Bill had been given access to, was the most amazing assortment of drugs I had ever seen. There was at least a kilo of "Acapulco Gold", which was one the finest weed circulating at that time. Uppers, downers, acid, pain killers of every size, shape and color. Masculine, Peyote and a quarter of a pound of Cocaine. It was a doper's paradise. We checked out the frig. There was left over's were chicken, ham, and turkey. Bill made us each a jumbo sandwich, while I mixed up some Margaritas and rolled some joints. We then built a fire in their giant fireplace. We started with the booze and pot. Next we devoured the sandwiches and finished off a half of a German Chocolate Cake. Feeling totally stoned half drunk and stuffed full of food, we decided it was time to snort some coke and hit the Jacuzzi. Feeling the rush of the coke, we both stripped naked, dove into the pool and ended up floating around in the Jacuzzi with the bubbles, massaging our bodies. It felt great! As we lay in the warm water, enjoying the high, Bill said, "Too bad we couldn't get some pussy to come along!" I quickly agreed and then noticed that Bill was sporting a hard on. "Feeling good, buddy?" I asked. "No shit," he said "Coke always gets me horney. You don't mind if I beat off do you?" "Be my guest, pal, I'm feeling pretty horny myself, think I'll join you." We both laughed and lay in the Jacuzzi, stroking our cocks and letting the bubbles tease us. Suddenly Bill said, "I can't get over how pretty your mouth is. Can I kiss you?" I was a bit taken back by his request. We had been close friends and working associates for two years. During that time, Bill had never come on to me or gave me any reason to think he was gay. As for me, although I had tried gay sex a couple of times, never felt much excitement from the experience, mostly mild amusement. I didn't want to hurt his feelings or jeopardize our friendship or working relationship, so I decided what the hell. I move over to where he was sitting and gave him a soft gentle kiss on the mouth. He quickly responded with his tongue entering my mouth and his hand grasping my cock. I knew it was too late to turn back now and reciprocated by reaching down and stroking his cock. We continued to suck face and beat each other off. I remembered how strange it felt to feel his beard rubbing against my newly shaven face. This must be how a woman feels when she is kissing a man I thought to myself. It was not totally unenjoyable and his hand on my cock felt good. I continued to beat him off and could feel him starting to cum. I kept stroking him until he started to moan and shoot his load in the water. I could see his string of sperm wiggle around like a thin white worm, below the surface of the water. I kept holding his cock, not wanting him to feel I was turned off or abandoning him. He smiled at me and told me to sit on the edge of the pool. He the centered himself between my legs and slipped my semi-erect cock into his mouth. I have had better blow jobs from some of my women but he was proficient enough to get me off. We smiled at each other but did not speak. Words did not seem necessary. We each grabbed a towel and dried off by the fire as we listened to the music on the stereo. We were both too high on coke to sleep and decided to take some Quaaludes to help us come down. After an hour, we were both asleep by the fire. We awoke the next morning, cleaned the place up and decided to head down the coast until we found a nice restaurant with and ocean view to have breakfast. Nither one of us mentioned anything about the previous night during breakfast or since that time. I feel the experience deepened our friendship. Bill and Jan Writer's note: Thanks for bearing with me as I write another chapter to this continuing story. And, thanks for most of the comments. To those who made anonymous comments casting aspersions about those who engage in sexual activities, including threesomes, I ask you not to read further. Also, for those worried about fucking "bareback" I would like to point out that this happened BA ---before AIDS----and although it didn't ensure protection against STDs, we had know our contacts for a long time and trusted them and their limited partners. Thanks again. Picking up from the last story. About a week after Jan returned home, Bill and I went to a football game and again left the girls together for a girl's out occasion. This was about two weeks after Virginia had been with Bill and me. During this time, Bill had been telling me that he was pretty sure Jan was about ready to join us in the bedroom. And, he was talking freely to me about what Jan liked in the bedroom, which was pretty much what Virginia liked. He also told me she would probably not let me cum in her mouth at first. He seemed pretty sure this all would happen. When Bill picked me up, he came in and told Virginia that this might be a good time for her to talk to Jan about all of us getting together. "Feel her out a little," Bill said. "We've been talking about getting with you and Ken and she's talking like she's ready. If not," he laughed, "we sure have some hot sex talking about it." Virginia said she would see if she thought the time was right and would use her discretion. By that time, we had been sharing sexy photos for a while so there was really no reason to be shy with each other. I whispered to Virginia that Jan might enjoy the ones of Nick. She gave me her questioning look. "I'll have to think about that for a while," she said. We took off for the game and Virginia was about to leave to pick up Jan. The game was in another town and we got in late. After a brief conversation, Bill and Jan said their goodnights and Virginia and I walked out to the pool. After a quite drink by the pool, we headed inside and climbed into the shower. I pulled her to me, her cute butt bounding against my growing hard on. She reached back and grabbed my cock, gently squeezing it while I soaped her back and then began on the front, paying special attention to her great breasts and then slowly trailing my soapy fingers down to her pussy. She moaned as my fingers entered her and let out a "yessssss" as I touched her clit. I pulled my cock free and dropped to my knees, water cascading over us as I turned her and watched her prop one foot on the side of the tub. I used two fingers to open her to my tongue. I heard her moan again as I started licking, tasting both soap and pussy, not really a bad combination. She used both hands to pull my head tighter into her as I gladly licked her with increased intensity. As an orgasm swept over her, I felt her let my head go and heard her tell me in a breathless voice that it was time to go to bed. Quickly toweling off, we jumped into bed and again I dove for her pussy, opening her legs wide and again licking her juices from deep inside before moving to her clit. At the same time, both hands were around her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing the nipples, which by now were standing at attention. "Mmmm," she said. "That feels so good." She hesitated about 10 seconds and asked in a breathy voice: "How would you like to do this to Jan? Would you like to eat her and play with her breasts?" I looked up and she had a big smile on her face. "OoooK" I said, "What have you two been up too? I was wondering if you talked to her." "Nothing much,'' she said. "Just girl stuff." "Girl stuff, huh? Do we need to have a little talk?" "We can if you like," Virginia said, reaching over to take my cock in her hand again. "It's shrinking. Do you want me to make it hard again?" she giggled. "My curiosity is going rampant and so will my cock," I said. "Well," Virginia said. "I would imagine that about right now Jan and Bill are looking at pictures of Nick fucking me and if I know those two, they are enjoying themselves. "Ohhh. Tell me what you did," I said, reaching over to touch her pussy, which I found to be extremely wet. I slid in two fingers with no resistance. I felt her lift her hips and press back against my fingers, pushing them deeper. "Honey, we were acting like a couple of school girls, trying on clothes except that we were drinking wine while doing it. Then I tossed Jan my little bikini and told her to put it on and we would go to the pool. I grabbed your camera and started shooting pictures of her and she took some of me. "She's got a cute figure. We did shoot some titty shots so I think you'll enjoy them." "How did you get from there to photos of you and Nick?'' I asked. "Honey, the wine had made us both mellow and I started talking about the photos we shared and how much you and I enjoyed them. Jan giggled and said our photos always made her horny and Bill's cock hard and I told her that theirs did the same for you and me." Virginia said she asked Jan which ones they liked the best. "Bill really loves the ones of you sucking Ken. My Bill loves a blowjob and Ken looks like he enjoys eating you." Ken does and we really enjoy your seeing yours." Virginia said. "And I'll tell you a little secret. It really turns me on to know that you two are looking at ours." "I know what you mean. I love to look at them while Bill and I make love. We'll have to keep the swap going because if Ken's anything like Bill, you and I get the best end of the deal after they see them," Jan giggled. "And we're also lucky that both of our guys have nice cocks." (Note: I am writing this conversation as best as I remember how Virginia told it to me, as I wasn't there. Forgive the literary license with the quotes. They aren't exact, but they are close.) "When Jan told me you had a nice cock, I decided it was now or never and I told her I knew someone with a bigger one. Virginia said she had drank just enough wine to give her courage and she told Jan to come with her and they went to our bedroom. "Remember Nick?" Virginia asked as she walked back to the bed. "You and Bill have met him and Mary a couple of times." "Well Mary and I talked one night right here on this bed like you and I are now and she told me all about Nick. She told me he was extremely well hung." Virginia said Jan laughed and said, "It's not that I have anything against a big one, but it's not necessary. And as far as that goes, Bill and Ken have good-sized ones." Virginia asked Jan if she had ever tried a really big one and Jan said a boy she dated before meeting Bill had a "very nice one" that really filled her. "How about you?" Jan asked. "When Ken and I married, I didn't have much experience. The only big cocks I've seen since then were in the movies and I'd definitely never had one as big as those. I did tell Ken that something like those must really feel different inside. But I agree, that I think Ken and Bill have most excellent ones." Virginia said they both laughed when she said that. "Baby, I told Jan I knew she could keep a secret and I told her that I had some special photographs. She had that kind of question-mark look on her face, but she promised she would never tell anyone. "Ken, I went to the closet and started digging under that pile of boxes and pulled out the yellow Kodak photo paper box. I told Jan these were some special photos and again swore her to secrecy. "Jan laughed and said 'cross my heart and hope to die,' telling me she would never tell anyone, especially after all the photos we had seen of her and Bill.'' Virginia said she then told Jan that she and I also traded photos with Mary and Nick and told her these were some of their pictures. "I handed a photo to Jan and saw her eyes get big." "What was the photo?" I asked. "It was one of Nick and Mary and Mary was sucking him. Jan looked at me and said he DID have a nice one from what she could see." Virginia was still gently rubbing my cock and I had turned and had my finger in her pussy. My head was facing her feet and hers facing mine. "Are you enjoying this?" she giggled. "I'm enjoying this so much I'm going to cum if you don't leave my cock alone," I said. "I'll stop if you will take your finger out of me because it gets better and I'm about to have an orgasm too." We both stopped and I told her to cut to the chase or I was just going to stick my cock in her and fuck her. "OK," Virginia laughed. "I thumbed through and we looked at maybe eight or ten more of Nick and Mary and I was hearing good comments from Jan. I thought it was the right time and handed her a big 8 x 10. For a second or two I think she thought it was another picture of Mary and Nick and then she realized it was me sucking Nick's cock. I saw her mouth drop open and she said something like "Oh My God girl, sit down beside me while I look at this and tell me all it." "Baby, I handed her another one that showed Nick's cock balls deep in my pussy. Jan told me her old boyfriend wasn't that big and even her dildo wasn't that large. She said "Sweety, pour us another glass of wine because you gotta tell me about how this happened." As she returned with the wine glasses, Virginia said Jan was slowly looking through the box. Many were various shots of Virginia and Nick in an assortment of sexual positions and activities. Virginia said Jan made comments, like, '"That must have felt good." "I can't believe you're sitting on that cock." " I would love that." The last pictures in this album were a show-stopper for Jan. The first was one of Nick with his cock in Virginia's pussy and me with my cock in her mouth, followed by about 10 more of us in various sexual positions involving Virginia and two cocks. "You mean Ken was there?" "Baby, she almost fell off the bed when I told her you took most of the pictures and Mary took the rest. "Jan asked me if I was kidding and I flipped back to where you and Nick were fucking me. She just kept saying she couldn't believe it." "Did they do the same for Mary," Jan asked. "Oh yes. We did a lot of wild things that night." "I told Jan if she ever wanted to try Nick, I could arrange it and believe it or not, she told me she would seriously think about it. Then Jan asked me if we had ever been with another couple other than Nick and Mary. I told her we hadn't, but I didn't tell her anything about the two weeks you were gone and the partying that Mary and I did. I don't think Jan's ready for that. And I certainly didn't say anything about Bill." Virginia said she then asked Jan if she and Bill had done any playing. "She told me they hadn't, but they talked a lot about if after the photo exchange started." She said Jan told her they had talked a lot about swapping with us. "We've been talking about what it would be like to do it with you and Bill too." "Do you and Ken want to do it? " Jan asked. "I think Bill and I would like to try it with someone like you two that we know we can trust. Would you like to be with Bill? If you would, I wouldn't mind being with Ken at all." "I told her we would love to, but for them to be sure." "I'm going to talk to him tonight when we get home," Jan said. This is the point where Virginia suggested she take home the album to help him get Bill in the mood." "I don't think it will take much to get that man in the mood. I think he's been in the mood for a while," she laughed. They walked back to the pool and were having another glass of wine and talking about the possibilities of what might transpire. As they talked, Jan told Virginia she had a secret as well. "You told me your secret and I'll tell you mine," Jan said. "You have to make the same promise to me that I made to you. Nobody but you and I know about it." "Ok lady, tell me," Virginia said. "Do you remember when I went to my class reunion and Bill had to shoot a wedding and stayed here?" Jan asked. "Well, I ran into one of my high school flames there and he was divorced and alone. Virginia, we wound up in his room and we fucked. We did some things we never thought of in high school. We fucked all weekend and I had a wonderful time." Virginia asked her if she felt guilty about it and Jan told her she didn't and would do it again if she had the chance. "I just asked her straight out if she and Bill would like to come back the next night if Bill gave her the OK." Jan, she said, laughed and gave her permission to screw Bill and then asked to see the photos again. Virginia said she leafed through the album several times, asking more questions about how it felt to be fucked by Nick, which Virginia answered as explicitly as she could." "I know Bill's hearing the same thing I just told you from Jan's viewpoint, If all goes well, and I'm sure it will, they'll be over tomorrow night if that's OK with you. Now where were we?'' she said, leaning over to suck my cock. "Jan told me she's looking forward to doing this to you," she winked as she swirled her tongue around the head and then engulfed it. As planned, they came over the next afternoon and enjoyed the pool with us. Neither Bill nor I was feeling any pain and the girls were doing pretty good themselves. The girls had gone to the house and Bill looked over at me and typical Bill, said: "I think we're going to get laid tonight." Virginia called out to me to come help bring out some glasses and booze. When I got inside, she told me Jan had asked her to encourage all of us to skinny dip. "Sweety, she said she was too nervoous to try anything with you in front of Bill, but If i could break the ice with Bill, we might get something started." As it turned out, Virginia didn't have to encourage skinny dipping. Bill said he was going in and stripped off his shirt and shorts and did a cannonball. He swam back to the pool skirt and urged Jan to come in with him. She didn't hesitate and said we wouldn't see anything we hadn't already seen. Virginia popped up and told Jan she would go in with her and they both stripped and jumped in, followed pretty quickly by me. We swam for a few minutes and were standing in the shallow end, the girl's tits glistening wet. Virginia grabbed Bill by the hand and yelled out: "I'm going to borrow your husband for a few minutes," and then proceeded to pull him to the other end of the pool. Jan and I watched as Virginia put her arms around his neck. You could tell she had her body pressed against his as they talked. Then we watched as she kissed him and slid down his body until her head went under water. I took Jan by the hand and said: "Jan, I think my wife is sucking your husband's cock." She smiled and agreed. "Virginia told you about showing me the photos of her and Nick, didn't she?' she smiled. "Uh huh," I said. She moved up to me and put her arms around me and kissed me. "That's nice," I said. Then she slid her hand between us and grabbed my cock. "That's nice too. Virginia said you would like to put that in me. Is that true?" "Who wouldn't," I asked. "They're too busy to notice us," she said, pointing to the end of the pool where Bill was on the apron and we could see Virginia's head bobbing up and down. "Why don't you slide up on the apron?" she said. "I need to check something out." I did and asked what she needed to check out. "I need to see if you're a good fit," she smiled, lowering her head, opening her mouth and engulfing my cock. I could feel her tongue swirl around the head as her hand worked up and down it. "Let's move down to where Virginia and Bill are," she said. "He and I have talked about this and I want to see his reaction when he sees us together." I watched her cute little butt twitch as she walked in front of me to where Virginia and Bill were. I was right, Virginia was sucking his cock. Jan sat down beside him and watched for about 30 seconds before giving Bill a passionate kiss. "You having fun?" she asked. Bill just nodded his head. "Do you mind if I have some too?" she said, lowering her head to lick Bill's cock as Virginia watched and then joined, both of them licking around the head and alternately dipping it into their mouths. "Would you like to fuck Bill?" she asked Virginia. "If it's OK with you," Virginia said. "Why don't you sit on his lap" Jan said. Virginia did and Jan reached between them, taking Bill's cock and stuck it into Virginia's pussy. Virginia let out an audible gasp as she slid down on it. Jan kissed Bill and asked: "Is it as good as you thought it would be?" I moved behind Jan and found a nice wet pussy waiting. I moved my cock through her pussy lips, opening them up to accept my cock and then I slid it in. Jan kissed Bill again and I heard her tell him I had my cock in her. It didn't take long for either of us to shoot and the girls slid back into the pool washing the cum from their pussies. They were giggling and talking low so we couldn't hear them. I laughed and told Bill that Jan had a nice, tight pussy and he agreed. "I didn't know if she would let you put your cock in her," he said, "But I'm glad she did." The girls came back and said they hoped we weren't too worn out from all the exercise that had given us. "We want to do more," Jan said with Virginia naked and smiling beside her. "Why don't we get more comfortable inside," Virginia asked. * Another chapter being written as you read. Thanks Bill and Karyn "Bill, please understand, it was a mistake..." I'm Bill, although right now I am in what might be called a fugue state. I'm just your average guy. Average height, weight, job, car, and up until about ten minutes ago, average life. The person begging for me to understand is, or maybe the better word would be was, my average wife. Karyn is not a knockout sexpot, I love her but it's not like I should have to be fending off Paris for her hand or sending ships to war. In fact, the sight of her on her knees with her mascara running in dark streaks down her face is vaguely...I guess repugnant would be the best fit, although I can't be sure if my recent discovery is not affecting my opinion. I would have never thought that in such a brief period of time you could fundamentally change your feelings toward a person, but then I also never thought that Karyn would have cheated on me. The dictonary defines cheating as being sexually unfaithful to a spouse or significant other. By strict definition, I can't say that she was cheating, but even if the physical act of sex is not involved, doesn't emotional unfaithfulness come close? Where do you draw the line in the sand? If I look at porn and masturbate, does that count? Or what if I am at a beach and see a pretty girl, does any fantasy I may have place me in the position of cheating? I'm somewhat unsure, but I am rapidly redefining my feelings on the subject. The trail of events that led us to this confrontation are definitely not what a reasonable person would consider a stereotypical discovery of unfaithfulness. I didn't get sick and come early to find my wife blowing the postman, there was no strange car in my driveway that the neighbor asked me about over a cold one, and to be quite honest I've never owned or cared to own a Mustang. I could have probably dealt with the situation better if it would have been typical, simply because I deal in the realm of average. I am a risk assessment analyst, yes the same job Ben Stiller had in that movie a decade or so ago. Although it's basically just a job where I look at statistics regarding trends in computer failures to determine what needs to be changed from a support or manufacturing standpoint. Where I work isn't really important to the current location I find myself in, at least I think it doesn't. Then again, am I really thinking straight at all given the situation? Karyn has always been a bit of a 'geek girl', although not the type that you see in ads or on TV. You know, the supermodels that have glasses on and maybe some tats or piercings. While I'm sure there statistically has to be a few of those out there, reality is a different story. She doesn't even wear glasses, although that is neither here nor there. What she does do, and this is something that I used to do as well when I had more time, is play online games. Doesn't matter if it is a first person shooter or some sappy role-playing game, she loves them. We actually started dating because I was wearing a cap with a Quake symbol on it and we ended up striking up a conversation about the game at the TGI Fridays that she used to waitress at five years ago. A couple of dates later, I knew she was the one. She said the same at the time, but recent events make a lie of that I think. In any case, I did come home early from work last Friday but, like I mentioned previously, there was no dick in the wife action happening. Again, had that happened I am sure I would be more clear in my resolve, but this is not a simple black and white situation. Dear God, I wish it were. After parking my car in the garage, I decided to try and prank my wife by sneaking in the house and then scaring her while she was at her desk. She only works part time now, at a different restaurant in the evenings, and we had been recently discussing her reducing her hours to zero in the hopes of starting a family. With both of us in our late twenties, we thought it was kind of time more than anything else. As I slowly closed the door leading from the garage to the kitchen, I peered around the countertop to see if I could catch a glimpse of her at the computer. Score! She was sitting ther in her work outfit, obviously trying to get in a few minutes of sword swinging action before having to leave for the evening. She must have been killing orcs furiously because she was clacking keys on the keyboard like a mad woman, all the better to cover my surprise attack from the rear. I crept closer, moving slowly so that my shoes would not make excessive noise on the floor. My footsteps slowed and finally came to a stop as I became more interested in what was on the screen than scaring my wife. Her rapid keystrokes were not what I had thought them to be, instead she was chatting to someone in the role playing game, a character called Fourdahord. I didn't recognize the name as anyone in our smallish guild, but then I didn't play nearly as often as her so I couldn't be sure. My world started shaking once I started to read the text, rapidly moving from a heartquake in the low richter scale to a massive tremor. I felt like I couldn't breathe, like a weight was on my chest preventing it from rising. I'm not a n00b, I've been around long enough to understand that people carry on electronic relationships through various media. I just never thought it was something my wife, the woman I loved, would be doing. We have a pretty vanilla sex life. She doesn't care for anal, neither do I really since in my past experiences with it and former girlfriends, it has always been a messy affair. I've heard in porn they do special things like colon cleanses and not eating solids prior to a scene involving it, but none of thre girls I have been with bothered to do all of that. I guess I would rank it up with period sex, it's definitely sex so it's cool, but it tends to be a bit nasty afterwards. We do like oral and both of us are more than willing to spend a good amount of time 'dining at the Y or T'. Up until now I thought we both considered another partner a no go situation. During our buildup to engagement and marriage, I had been extremely clear that I was definitely not into it and she had quickly agreed. Especially since she knew I had a huge dislike for my father, a serial adulterer. I have more half-siblings than any reasonable person should have, thanks to his seed slinging adventures. Yet, right here in plain text I was watching her talk to this Fourdahord person. Describing to him how hot the pictures of his fucking his wife was and whether or not he liked the pictures she had sent of her being taken doggystyle by me. "What...the...fuck" I thought? We never took pictures of us having sex that I knew of, nor would I condone her sending those pictures to some asshole for him to jack off to. This had to be some type of day-mare, it really had to, because I was rapidly reaching a point just shy of boiling in my anger. My subconcious wishes were not granted, because he described how hot her shaven pussy made him, especially the cute little birthmark near her labia. I won't go into detail as to what he described wanting to do to her in person, because to be honest it sickened me. I certainly was not getting an erection like husbands are apparently wont to get over the thoughts of their beloved wife being violated by another man. Unfortunately, since I had yet to be detected, my nightmare was far from being over. Karyn was going so far as to ask in the chat when this Fourdahord and his wife were going to be in our town. As the discussion went on, it became more than clear that during the past weeks or months the three of them had hatched a plan to spring a swapping situation on me in the near future. A new line of text popped up in the chat box. Fourdahord wrote that they would be making plans to come into our city via airplane next week and that he had procured some E, which I could only assume to be some sort of drug, that would help to insure my compliance with the swap. Karyn quickly typed back that she was incredibly excited about the idea and that she was sure she could get me to 'come around' once I saw Fourdahord's hot wife. She hit Enter and then began typing again "Sexyundedrge: Gawds, this is going 2b so hawt. Quick, turn on ur cam, i'm gonna play with myself until I cummm all over ur screen. sooo fucking horny!!1!". I watched her activate her webcam and minimize the game, suddenly amused as I realized that her hopeful soon to be fuckbuddy was going to be able to clearly see me behind her. The anger still was there, but I was glad she was about to get the scare I previously had in mind for her. In fact, I was pretty fucking stoked about it, to be fair. Hopefully she would soon be feeling the pain and anquish I had just had bestowed on me in the last few minutes. I heard a weasely voice, really pathetic if you ask me, screech "Holy Shit, babe, is that your husband behind you!" There was a brief second, about as long as it takes to inhale all the air you can and hold it, before my wife turned aound and confirmed that I was in fact behind her. Quickly she reached under her desk and yanked out the power cable, making everything go dark on her table. I stood there with a bland look on my face, staring into her eyes as the fans on her computer slowly whirred to a stop. "Hi, loving wife of mine!" I said in a fake cheery voice, "Anything you want to tell me?" I could see the gears turning in her mind as she went through plan A through Z and to come up with a way to save her ass, to bury the evidence. Of course, she did shut down her computer, but she couldn't shut down my brain, at least in a legal way. "H-hi, honey...what are you doing home so early?" "Really, Karyn, that was all you could come up with? Would you like it if I took a nap and gave you some time to get your ducks lined up in a row?" I said in a decievingly mild tone. "W-what do you mean, Bill?" her voice trembled, as tears started to well in her eyes. "I mean, perhaps if I went into the bedroom and took a nap, a siesta if you will, you could go to work and try to figure out some way to both explain to me how you fucking just ruined our marriage." I sneered in a tight lipped grin. "Do you think that would be a sufficient amount of time for you to get your story straight?" "Bill, please understand, it was a mistake..." I looked at her, stunned. A mistake. How the fuck is having a cyber relationship with some ass, apparently one that is willing to drug someone to participate in extra-marital relations, a mistake? I wanted to shout my enraged thoughts out to her, but my brain was freezing up from the cold anger flowing through my veins. I finally managed to choke out a question, "How does one make a mistake like this, Karyn? Please, explain to me like I'm a five year old, how?" "Well, I've been depressed lately. You've been pushing for kids and I'm starting to feel older and less attractive..." "I am pushing for kids?" I shouted, interrupting her. "I thought we both wanted kids and when have I ever told you that you were getting unattractive? When have I ever done that?" "You wanted an explanation, so let me explain" she pleaded. "I know you love me, and you tell me that every day, but you never say that I am beautiful. You never tell me that I have amazing tits or a hot ass." She paused, looking down, "I guess I started feeling that I was washed up, especially since I don't get the same looks that I used to when I go to work. Guys don't hit on me anymore and my tips have been going down..." "Your tips have been going down and you've not been getting hit on as much because you wear a wedding ring. Not every guy is a goddamn dog that hits on married women, especially not a damn waitress at a family restaurant!" I continued, "You don't work at TGI Friday's anymore, Karyn, and if you recall, you struck up a conversation with me then. I wasn't hitting on you, even though I did think you were attractive and that you did have a hot ass!" "You're right, I fucked up, ok? I fucking fucked up, but do you realize that is the first time you ever said I was attractive or called me hot? She whispered, eyes towards the floor. "I've had self-esteem problems ever since high school, I know I am not the cute girl or the hot chick and sometimes...sometimes I feel like you settled." I was about to shout at her again when what she said struck me. "What do you mean, I settled?" I reached down and raised her chin so that I could look her in the eyes. "I feel like you decided that it was a statistical time for you to get married, so when the opportunity made itself available you just went with it. Just like kids, I think you have decided that it's the most logical time to have them and so we are going to have them," She said in a breathy voice. She held up her hand to forestall a response. "I know we talked about them, but it was more of a one sided discussion. You mentioned it, I said maybe, and now we're suddenly going to be getting pregnant. I'm not even sure I want kids, Bill." "Karyn, I guess no matter what happens from here, I owe you an apology. I'm sorry that you ever felt that I settled for you. I'm sorry you felt that I was forcing the decision for children upon you. I love you Karyn, even as I stand here so pissed off that I almost want to hurt you, I love you and you are MY beautiful wife. I'm sorry that you have had doubts about that, but what led us to this?" I said with tears slowly falling down my cheeks. She thought about it for a second, "I guess it started about 3 months ago, I was feeling really low after the last time we talked about my quitting and us starting a family." She turned and plugged the computer back in. "I was putting together the guild website and I listed my facebook profile link for members to contact me until I could get the email and message boards working. I think that is when Fourdahord looked up my profile and started talking to me." She proceeded to show me the various discussions they had had, from the first ones on her facebook, to her emails. I guess if I ever would have checked, it was clear as day that she was slowly being seduced by this other person, but in my defense I never thought I needed to check up on her before now. I'm not a master of seduction, but it was clear how Fourdahord slowly but steadily built her up and tore me down, working his way through her logical thoughts to erode her confidence in our marriage. It was slimy, but clearly effective, since my intelligent wife had succumbed to it. "So, explain to me, how did he persuade you to ramp up to a real life meeting" I asked, not seeing that in any of the emails. "By this time he said it would be easier if we communicated in game, especially since he wanted to make sure that you didn't find out. He said that we would have to work on you to make you agreeable. I guess by then it was just this big fantasy to me. I never planned on actually going through with it, but it was fun to have the thought of another man lusting after me." Karyn rotated her chair around to face me again. "I know that you won't believe me, but I wasn't going to give him our address. We sent pictures and masturbated to each other on webcams, but that was as far as I ever planned to let it go." She sighed, seeing the disbelief clearly written on my face. "I know you can't forgive me love, not with the way your father was. I just want you to know that I will always love you, even after you divorce me, and I hope you can find someone better than me to fill your life with joy." She slowly got up, moving as if she had aged fifty years in the last few minutes, and headed to the bedroom. I heard a thump as she threw what I assume was her suitcase on the bed. The conflicting emotions whizzed through my head, do I still love her, do I want a divorce, could I ever trust her again, not the least of which was do I want to stay married to her if she doesn't want children. I slumped into her chair, still warm and smelling of her perfume, as well as a hint of the scent of herself. As these thoughts warred with each other, I recalled back to the day of our marriage. My mother had taken me aside prior to the ceremony and told me that my father had never truly understood the nature of a marriage, the vows that both partners swore by to bond them from individuals into a union greater than the sum of its parts. She warned me that if I chose to cleave myself to Kayrn, that I had to be ready to give up some of myself to the contract we were making. I got up and walked outside, pulling out my cell phone. I spent the next few minutes explaining to my mother what had happened and what I was feeling. Finally it came down to one question, "What should I do, Mom?" "Bill, you left my apron years ago. I can't tell you what decision to make, although I would say that God said to forgive others so that he can forgive your sins. If you still love her, then forgive her, but if you want to stay with her, never forget" She said solemnly. "Thanks, Mom, I love you and I'll let you know what I decide." I hit cancel on the call and put the phone back in my pocket. I realized that I did still love Karyn, and that while it wasn't my fault that she went so far, I might have opened the garden to the snake, as it were, by not showing her how much I loved her everyday. Making my decision, I stormed back into the house. I quickly moved to the bedroom doorway. She was putting the last few pieces of her clothing in her final suitcase and preparing to zip it up. I moved behind her, wrapping my arms around her tightly. "What are you doing, Bill?" "I forgive you, this one time," I breathed into her ear "But I'll never forget, and I will have a long time of adjustment before I can trust you again." I felt her almost collapse, her weight being fully supported by my arms gripped around her. "D-d-do, you really mean it, Bill? Are you just playing with me for revenge?" she cried. I didn't answer with words, but began kissing her softly on the back of her neck. I could feel her nipples becoming hard and pebbly under my forearms. She moaned softly, pushing her ass back into my crotch to grind against my stiffening erection. "I'm going to fuck you in every way possible, love. I'm going to worship at your beautiful, sexy, hot temple of a body, and make you fully mine again." After whispering in her ear, I tossed her forward onto the bed, sweeping aside her suitcase with my arm onto the floor. Rolling her over to face me, I shredded her clothes off her, sending buttons and pieces of fabric left and right. Soon she was clothed only in her undergarments, a heavily lidded look of passion I had never seen before on her face as she looked up at me. My clothes I took off almost as fast, baring my fully erect cock to her view. Reaching forward again, I used my hands to rip her panties, exposing her dripping pussy to me. She was fully aroused, without any direct stimulation. I leered "Someone likes to be handled forcefully I see." Diving like I was a man dying of thirst in front of a desert oasis, I began lapping at her sopping cunt. She squealed with pleasure and tried to rise off the mattress, bringing her hands to my head. I slapped them away and looked up into her eyes, still working her lips with my tongue. "No hands, you will lay there and take what I do, or you can go back to packing," I growled. Grabbing her hips, I forced her back down to the bed and began thrusting my tongue into her slit. It pulsated and grabbed at my tongue, but I refused to let it keep me inside. I blew softly on her clit then began sucking on it, as her first orgasm caused her to buck wildly. I drank in her juice, following the trail of it to her puckered rosebud. I continued to lick at her anus while I started thrusting one, then two digits into her pussy, looking for the rougher patch of skin that was her G-spot. The second orgasm began a small chain of them, her walls grasping my fingers in waves as her ass tried to clench my tongue.