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My Kinky Wife

By: XXXwife



I knew that my wife often read erotica, and one day when she was in the shower I logged into the computer to see what she had been reading. I was shocked to see it was an incest story of a father who seduced his barely-legal daughter! I read the story slowly, and to my dismay found myself becoming aroused. I usually read the ones about rough sex, but nothing as kinky as this. I quickly minimized the screen when my wife walked into the office, toweling off her hair.

“What are you reading?” She asked.

“Just looking at tomorrow’s weather report,” I lied. 

She smiled sweetly and kissed my cheek, “You better hurry if you don’t want to be late for work.”

All day at the office I kept thinking about what I had read earlier, and kept trying to imagine why my wife found it so erotic. Around noon I got an email from home, the subject simply said, “Open when you’re alone”. I waited until most people had left for lunch and clicked on the attachment. It was a full color digital picture of my wife’s clean-shaven pussy! I couldn’t believe it! I called home but there was no answer, so I emailed her back, “You’re so bad!” Right then I decided to teach her a lesson when I got home.

As usual, my dinner was hot and ready when I walked in the door, and my wife was busy folding the laundry in jeans and a tight t-shirt. 

“Hi baby,” she purred and kissed me hello. For the thousandth time I thanked god for being so happily married. During dinner she asked me, with a sexy smile, “So…did you like your little surprise at work?” I just smiled. 

“You are a very naughty girl,” I answered and she grinned wider. Little did she know what I had planned for her later.

The night went by normally, we did the dishes and watched some TV, and then I yawned and said I was ready for bed. She said she was tired too, and went to brush her teeth. While she was in the bathroom I lit candles in the bedroom and changed into my robe. When she came out I was sitting on the bed reading.

“I thought you were tired,” she said. It was time to put my plan into action.

“What are you doing in Daddy’s bedroom?” I demanded. 

For a second she looked confused, then she laughed like I was joking. “You goof!” she said and began to undress. I jumped off the bed and grabbed her arm.

“Answer me when I speak to you, little girl!” I said sternly. 

A look of understanding flashed across her face and she immediately slipped into character. “Um, I just wanted to say goodnight Daddy..” she stuttered. This was getting good.

“Have you been touching yourself today while Daddy was at work?” I pressed, still holding her arm roughly. 

She looked at the floor. “Yes Daddy.” She said quietly.

“So you are a dirty little slut, then?” I continued.

“No, Daddy, no I’m not,” she stammered, “Please let me go!”

I now grabbed her by the shoulders and looked down at her beautiful face. “Don’t lie to me, little slut, I know all about you and your dirty little fingers!” I yelled. 

She now tried to struggle from my grasp, just as I hoped she would. “You’re hurting me!” she cried, and I laughed ominously. 

“I will hurt you, little girl, just like you hurt me by walking around her with your tits hanging out!” And with that I grabbed her hard nipple in my right hand and her ass with my left.

My wife was now totally into the game and began to fake cry. “Daddy, don’t hurt me! I’ll be good!”

“Show me what you can do for Daddy!” I said and pushed her to her knees. “I know you can suck Daddy’s cock, you’ve done it for half the boys at school.”

Timidly she reached for my robe and untied it, but my cock was already peaking out. “Daddy, its so big!” She exclaimed.

“Shut up and suck it!” I told her and pushed it into her full mouth. She began to suck my shaft with an expertise only she could – there were many benefits to being well over 18 in reality!!! The sight of her swallowing my big hard cock made me even hotter and I gave into the feeling of euphoria as she slurped and sucked her way through my rod. “That’s it, little girl, do you like the taste of Daddy cock? You’re a good little whore, aren’t you, you just wanted a little cock to taste.” I knew I had to keep up the commentary so she would stay hot and ready for the next part of this kinky game. “Tell Daddy how you feel, baby, tell Daddy how much you like his cock in your mouth.”

With red pouty lips wet with precum and saliva, she looked up at me and said, “I love sucking your cock, Daddy, but I’m tired.”

I pulled her up and twisted her nipples roughly. “Tired? There is no going to bed until you make your Daddy totally happy. Take off your clothes.” She complied by lifting up her T-shirt and revealing her full breasts, barely contained in the black bra she had on. “Only a little slut wears a bra like that!” I yelled and yanked the straps from her shoulders. 

She now looked frightened. “Please Daddy!” she squealed.

“Please Daddy what?” I said.

“Don’t make me do anything else!” she begged.

I laughed at her and licked my lips suggestively. “Don’t play coy with me, little girl, I know what a horny little slut you are!”

“I’ll be good, Daddy, no more!” she begged.

I dropped my robe to the floor and spun her around, pressing her against the bed with my cock against her ass. “You will be good, you little cock tease!” I whispered in her ear, licking the back of her neck (which always gets her excited). She moaned as I pulled down her pants. “No underwear!” I said, grabbing her ass. “I knew you were a little whore, but such a dirty little slut!!!” She tried to get up, but I used my weight to press her over the edge of the bed and my hard cock now nested tightly between the cheeks of her round ass. “How do you like your Daddy now, you little whore?” I growled, and kissed the back of her neck some more, pressing her arms into the bed with my arms. I could feel the wetness of her pussy seeping through to my cock. “Tell me what you want, slut!” I said to her.

She twisted her head to the side and hissed, “I want you off of me, you big jerk!” Now she was playing to my fantasy – I loved it when she pretended not to want it. This was getting better and better. 

“Too late, slut!” I said and lifted her up enough to grab her tits. “I’m going to show you what happens to bad little girls who play with their own pussies while Daddy is at work!”

“Leave me alone!” she squealed, but my cock was already tight against her and with a small movement I had her thighs apart and the head of my cock in her pussy. 

"Take it, take Daddy’s cock, baby, you know you want it!” I said as I slipped it in. With very little effort she took the whole 8” of my shaft and her swollen pussy gripped my cock tightly as I drove it into her. 

She couldn’t help but back against me as the rhythm picked up. “Yes, yes!” she said, and I responded, “Tell me, yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy, fuck me!” she finally said and I grabbed her hips to drive it in even harder. 

“Daddy loves your pussy, baby, tell me how much you like your Daddy’s cock!”

“I love my Daddy!” She panted, banging her ass against me like the slutty whore I was calling her.

“Daddy loves you too baby,” I said, “but I want something else.” I pulled out as she fell into the bed. 

“What?” she said, but I was already pulling her head towards my cum covered cock. 

“Suck off your own cum, slut!” I commanded her and she complied by licking up and down my rigid pole. “Dirty little whore, sucking your own pussy from your Daddy’s big cock…I love to watch you, little slut…” I egged her on.

She looked up at me with her big blue eyes, “I want to come!” she pleaded with me. “Please, Daddy, let me come!” I slapped my cock against her face a few times as she blinked up at me.

I smiled down at my once-tough wife, begging me and acting like a scared little girl. This was great. “Ok, little girl, Daddy will make you come.”

I let he lie on the bed and I went down on her, and when she was almost there I slipped a finger in her ass. “Yes, yes!” she yelled as her juice flowed into my mouth. I knew she was now ready for the final part of my plan. As she lay there, recovering, I quietly lubed up my rock hard cock and gently rolled her onto her side. 

“Daddy loves to see his little girl cum,” I said, stroking her waist, “And Daddy is ready to come now too,” I added, slowly sliding my cock head against her ass. Without hesitation she stuck her bottom out and I used my free hand to line up my cock with her asshole. “Just relax baby, Daddy loves you, “ I whispered, and pushed inside her. 

“Ohh…” she moaned, and I kept going, “Daddy loves having his cock in your ass, baby, does that feel good in your little bottom?” Soon my wife was backing against me, and my cock was all the way inside her. 

“Fuck your little girl!” She panted, “give it to her!” This increased my passion and couldn’t say a word as I fucked the daylights out of my wife’s ass, all the while she talked in a baby voice, “give it to her, fuck her little ass!” 

Soon I came for what seemed like a long time, and gently pulled out of my wife. She rolled over to me with a big smile on her face. “I should send you pictures at work more often,” she giggled, and I gave her a big kiss. 

“I love you,” I told her, “I love you too,” she said, and we went to sleep. Once again I was thankful to have the best wife in the world. 

My Kinky Wife Slips Up



This is a wife sharing story and a sequel to My Kinky Fiancé Slips Up. It's not necessary to read its predecessor, but if promiscuous wives and voyeur husbands aren't your thing, don't bother reading either story. I love getting feedback and comments, critical or otherwise, as long as you aren't blasting the characters for having an open relationship.

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I am a truly normal guy in every aspect of my life, confident, successful, well liked, but I'm also a voyeur and have been for as long as I can remember. I grew up with Penthouse and watched late night movies on cable, but it wasn't until I dated Kelly that I discovered how much it turned me on to have my girlfriend show off her body. It didn't take her long to figure it out, either, and we had incredible sex one day after skinny dipping at friend's pool party. From then on Kelly became the subject of my voyeuristic fetish.

I don't suppose it's uncommon for a guy to take pride in showing off his hot girlfriend, but as we became serious I doubted I had it in me to make such a wild girl my wife, and for a awhile we sort of broke up. During this time she was very mixed up inside and ended up in the sack with a friend of mine, Scotty. Instead of splitting us up for good, however, it actually brought us together. We'd talked it through, but not how one might think. Our talks took place in the bedroom and involved her telling me every detail of their affair as I made love to her mercilessly. Of course that kinky indiscretion ended after we married in 2006. 

Following the wedding Kelly turned incredibly energetic. She bought a bike for getting to work and rode it everywhere. It was a beach cruiser, which allowed her to sit upright and show off her perfect posture. Attached to the handle bars was her Toto basket, which I named after the wicker basket used to carry off Dorothy's dog in the Wizard of Oz, and Kelly's Toto basket always had something inside when she'd return----fruit, flowers, Chinese take out, or maybe even sexy black lingerie. At the hair salon where she worked she bragged about her husband to her clients and they claimed we had magic between us. I even hung the little plastic figurines from our wedding cake on my review mirror, and I swear I couldn't look at them without feeling overwhelming pride.

However, the admiration and excitement that started during the initial planning of the wedding lasted roughly six months into our marriage, and then it felt a little like coming off a drug and returning to reality. More often than not, the Toto basket had a six pack of Corona inside, sex was pretty infrequent, and the little figurines hanging on my rear view mirror lost their paint to the California sun and turned bone white on one side. We still loved each other, but we'd settled into our new life and now a long predictable future awaited us.

Then about a year into our marriage the six-pack disappeared and a pair of ice-skates poked out from the Toto basket as Kelly rode to the ice rink several times a week. As a child she'd actually won a county championship so it was good to see her getting back into it. She'd perform little spins around the house, too, her ponytail bouncing about like a slinky, and then I'd tackle her on the couch and we'd do it right there in the living room. The sex didn't compete with the wild sex we had prior to getting hitched, but it was wonderful, and it was with my wife. But as great as it was, I couldn't shake a feeling I'd missed the bigger picture, and grew increasingly wary that ice skating wouldn't be enough to satisfy her post-marital restlessness for long.

Wary I was, and then along came Aaron. Instantly I believed there was more to the two of them than she let on. Aaron played for an adult league hockey team called the Panthers, whose practice ended when Kelly arrived and the rink opened to the public again. So every Wednesday night after getting cleaned up and changed, Aaron came out of the locker room to see Kelly spiraling across the ice. He finally got her attention one evening, calling her over to an open section of the boards, and asked if she would be interested in giving him skate lessons. She readily agreed, and they began the following Tuesday.

Kelly assured me Aaron was harmless and had a girlfriend, so other than the fact I was a bit wary of Kelly's boredom I can't say what compelled me to make insinuating jokes about the two of them every Tuesday night as we climbed into bed. Then again, every guy I'd ever met had a crush on Kelly and she was typically the last one to figure it out.

On the night of his fifth lesson she finally returned fire. She'd just emerged form the shower and rubbed herself down with orange flower body oil, a nightly ritual before climbing into bed. I loved it----it scented our bed sheets and left the whole room smelling of her.

"Teach anything new tonight?"

"Same thing I've been teaching him, not to be such a sidewinder."

"Really?" My hand zigzagged up her naked back "I'm a bit of a sidewinder myself."

"Ooo, that feels yummy, but it means he skates sideways."

She hadn't washed her hair, and pulled the velvet Scrunchy off her ponytail, letting blond silk splash over her shoulder blades.

"So he hasn't asked you to teach him a triple sixty-nine, yet?"

She rolled her eyes, and her sympathetic eyebrows slanted as they always do when I'm being corny. "No, he hasn't asked me to teach him a triple sixty-nine."

"Ha! So what, he expects you to skip the basics and jump right into advanced ass-fucking?"

"You're so bad!"

I quickly dropped my hand between her legs, making her jump away. "I am bad!"

She pulled her hair in front of her right eye and gave me a nasty teasing look.

"But you're the one out on the ice with Aaron the hockey player, so what's that make you?"

"A teacher! And I swear, if I didn't know better I'd say you want this guy to be another Scottie."

"No, no, no. We've been there and done that."

"You're sure about that?"

"Why? Do you want him to be another Scottie?"

"I swear you are just plain bad!"

"Do you?"

"No!"

"Well OK."

She grabbed her pillow and shook it, getting it fluffed up for bed. Things had grown suddenly serious. Our joking had turned real for a moment. I scratched the back of my neck.

She pulled back the covers and started to climb in bed. As she did, she curled her lips against one another, fighting back a smile. "Maybe if he didn't have a girlfriend..."

"I knew it!" I grabbed her, laughing and, before either of us knew what we were doing, we fucked each other in a frenzy.

The following Tuesday she wasted no time, starting up as soon as she arrived. She'd wheeled her bike into the backyard and came in though the sliding glass door, then grabbed a glass of water and sat on the couch with me to watch Six Feet Under. My eyes were glued to her the entire time, but she hadn't acknowledged my presence once. Finally I broke the silence and asked why she was late.

"Aaron's having girlfriend troubles and needed a woman's advice, so we went to the bar and had a drink."

"You had a drink with him?"

She looked at me for the first time that night, wickedly. "A drink, yes. That's what people do in bars, they have drinks."

"Thanks for clearing that up."

"You're welcome. It was outside in his car where we actually fucked."

"I see, well thanks for clearing that up, too."

She then slipped off the couch and twisted herself so her head was between my legs, and now her eyes wouldn't leave me. She undid the buttons on my pants and slipped my jeans and underwear down to the floor. She grabbed my cock firmly, finding it already hard.

"Before we fucked I gave him head----lots and lots of head."

She licked up my shaft and devoured me. She took her time, taking me deeper than she usually does, and getting tons of saliva everywhere, so much it leaked through my pubic hairs and on to the underside of my thighs. Then she really worked it, so her whole body rose and fell as I pushed into her throat. My happy ending finally approached and I wedged my fingers into her hair and pumped out a hot mouthful of juice. She made a show of swallowing it in front of me, got up, kissed my lips, and then ran to the shower.

Nothing actually happened in Aaron's car, but neither one of us was short on imagination, so we had ourselves a hot little game for the playing.

When she finished her shower, I didn't even give her a chance to dry off, and threw her onto the bed wet. Rolling her onto her knees, I chastised her for being a naughty little girl, and 'punished' her until we were too exhausted to continue.

From then on Tuesday nights were hot nights! She'd get home later and later every week, as Aaron took to moaning about his girlfriend over a drink while Kelly comforted him. There wasn't a doubt in my mind Aaron had a crush on her, especially after hearing the little things he'd said, like how he wished his girlfriend was more like her. But these subtle hints were lost on Kelly and she denied the possibility he might be hitting on her. So to her, he was nothing but a friend who fueled our fantasy for when she returned home to me. 

I'd finally seen Aaron, too, and he was a pretty big guy. I had an inch on him, but he was built wide. He wasn't fat, just thick, like he had logs for bones. His ankles were so thick the top eyes on his skates spread an inch apart from one another. And I admit, if he wasn't so big the fantasy wouldn't have been the same. But imagining this brute tangoing away with little Kelly, well that was truly an inspired image.

To be honest, I think we would've been content playing our kinky game for the rest of our lives, but my sweet Kelly has a knack for getting into compromising situations, and I'd soon find out we had a different ideas about what constitutes as a game.

I'd left Kelly home alone for weekend when I took a trip to Vegas with three friends. My buddy Darin and I arrived in Vegas late Friday night and met Scottie and Dan-Dan at the MGM Grand. We gambled and drank, then jumped casinos where we did more of the same. We didn't make it back to our room at the MGM until six in the morning, and Scottie didn't show up until close to noon. He'd spent the night with a twenty-two year old who'd just had her marriage annulled. He told us how he woke up in her bed when he felt something in his mouth and then freaked out when he pulled a pubic hair from between his teeth. It left him with a pub phobia all day, so we planted one in his water glass to find. It was totally awesome!

Despite the fun we had goofing on Scottie, I felt like my entire body had become a mosh-pit for last night's butterscotch schnapps, and spent most of the afternoon melting by the pool, trying to get a few hours sleep and burn off my hangover.

Then Kelly called, sounding super stir-crazy after just one night alone. Her friends were busy all weekend and so she'd arranged to go see Aaron's team play that evening. Not exactly her ideal night of fun, but it beat staying home alone.

As the evening rolled around I continued feeling like crap, and since Darin didn't feel much better, the two of us decided to bail early and drive home to LA. When I arrived at 10:00 PM I couldn't find Kelly and suddenly remembered she'd gone to the Panthers hockey game. I called her cell to let her know I was home and asked when I could expect her. I happened to catch her sitting alone at the Crown Jewel sports bar drinking her second Sea Breeze while waiting for Aaron and his team to show up. Apparently they'd won and were heading to the bar after shedding their gear and stowing it in their cars. I didn't feel up to joining her out, but she felt obligated to stick around for one drink with the guys before coming home.

The friskiness in her voice led me to believe I could expect a good time when she arrived, and in anticipation I had a beer, figuring it would alleviate the hangover.

An hour and a second beer later I called again. The bar raged with noise and Kelly obviously had more than one last drink. She apologized for being late and claimed she'd had so much fun after they arrived she lost track of time. The opposing team had also showed, and after a lot of unsportsmanlike bragging on behalf of the Panthers, their rivals challenged them to a pool tournament.

Being the only girl amongst them I suspected it wasn't heckling the losing team that put Kelly in such good spirits, but rather all the male attention. The girl lived for attention, there was no denying that. I heard her name get shouted in the background, somebody saying it was her shot. She yelled back, saying she'd only be a minute, and then someone else asked if I was OK with 'the plan'. Something then brushed up against the phone, which had to be her hand cupping the receiver so no one else could hear. "Do you care if I flash my ass tonight?"

Her question caught me off guard and it took a second to grasp it.

"Ali? Did you hear me?"

"Yeah, I heard. Why? Is somebody asking you to?"

"Well... It's part of some prank they want to play, a winner's line. The Panthers want to line up and flash the Maple Leaves after we kick their butts at pool."

"If you feel like showing ass, then show some ass."

"So you don't mind?"

"Just be ready to show me some when you get home. And bring it back in one piece."

Someone asked again if it was cool and she told him I was fine with it, and then informed me she'd be home in another hour or so. Before hanging up I asked if she felt safe with these guys, and she assured me everyone seemed really nice. And besides, she had Aaron there looking out for her. Someone then shouted, "Hey, I got another plan!"

"Alright baby, they're waiting for me to take my shot, I gotta go."

"Who was that?"

"Aaron's friend Seth." In a funny low voice, she added, "Mr. Smooth."

"Oh. Well I love you."

"I love you, too. I gotta go, honey, I'll see you soon."

I hung up the dead line, looked down at my pants and said out loud in my quiet living room, "Would you look at that, my dick is hard."

It was 2:00 AM when she finally called it a night. It wasn't safe riding a bike so blitz, especially at that hour, so I insisted on picking her up. She wanted to get a ride with one of the guys and save me the trouble, but from the sound of it no one there was in any condition to drive, and I loved Kelly way too much to even consider it.

I pulled up in front of the Crown Jewel and sat in my BMW for a minute. Butterflies popped up in my stomach as I envisioned myself walking inside and seeing her party with a team of hockey players, so I called her cell and asked her to meet me out front. She wanted to use the restroom first, and through the front window I could see the bar had closed and the place was clearing out, and then I spotted her near the back giving a guy a hug and a peck on the cheek, granting my voyeuristic demon a quick thrill. I recognized him as Aaron, and then another taller guy leaned towards her and tapped his cheek. Mr. Smooth? She gave him a quick peck and then disappeared into the hall leading to the back bathrooms. The guys left out the front door and Mr. Smooth pushed Aaron, almost knocking him into my car. Aaron was big, and it obviously took a lot to budge him, but Mr. Smooth, or Seth, was tall lean and muscular, and made it look easy.

"Dude, if you don't tap that ass soon I'm so gonna!"

Aaron shook his head decisively. "I'm telling you, she isn't like that."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He pointed his thumb back towards the bar. "Her? She's a swinger!"

"You made her say that."

"Me? How could I make her say that?"

"You don't give people a choice."

"Aw fuck you, man!" He deeply chuckled and shook his head. "I see to it everyone is having fun, but I don't make them do anything."

"Whatever!"

Aaron's car was two spaces in front of me and they climbed inside.

"I'm just letting you now, Kelly isn't like that."

"Sucker, your clock just ran out, I'm calling fair game before that pussy fountain dries up."

Seth shut his door, ending their conversation for me, but I'd heard plenty. Although, I had to wonder why he'd called Kelly a 'swinger'. Then Aaron gassed it, spinning the tires on his Camero and launching them onto Santa Monica Blvd. The shrieking tires interrupted my train of thought completely and returned me to my preoccupation for the night----imagining Kelly's ass on display for bar full of guys.

Kelly was sloppy and loud when she came out and climbed into my BMW, but during the short eight-block drive to our house her energy vaporized and I had to help her from the car. I barely got her undressed before she passed out cold in bed.

I woke up first on Sunday morning and saw Kelly had kicked the blankets off herself during the night. She also rolled onto her belly, so I sat up, leaned against the headboard and stared at her prone body, naked except for a pair of pink cotton panties. The morning light squeezed through our blinds and caused her tan skin to twinkle like gold. Her sandy blond hair fanned over her back, and she'd buried her face in the crook of her arm. Kelly had an athlete's body with just enough muscle to leave her arms, legs and torso shapely and tight, but also full enough to remain soft and feminine. Especially her ass, which held its shape no matter what position she was in and met her thighs with two perfect thin lines, like a kitten's smile.

Then I noticed a black smudge leading into her underwear, like she'd brushed against charcoal, and it pricked my curiosity enough to peek inside. I grabbed her panties at either side and gently tugged them down. As more of her ass sprung up from under the tight elastic, I saw two large black numbers, a 6 on her right cheek and a 2 on her left. Sixty-two! I still had no idea what I was staring at, but one thing was for sure, someone had written on my wife's bare ass.

I pitched a tent in my shorts faster than a boy scout could salute, and I redrew the six with my finger, making her ass divot where I touched. My mind was wild with ideas, and I was desperate to know the truth, but I knew she wouldn't be awake for at least another hour. If I didn't leave it alone immediately, I would end up jacking off on her ass, so I left her panties around her thighs and jumped out of bed. I went straight to the kitchen and proceeded to go about my day as usual, but every time I'd peek in on Kelly, I'd see that big sixty-two and my dick went into orbit again.

Kelly returned to life around noon and I presented her with an aspirin and some orange juice. She'd pulled her panties back up and her sympathetic eyebrows sloped in complete misery. Freakishly anxious to know everything, I started right in with questions. She closed her eyes and held her head, and then began to explain how she drank way too many Sea Breezes. She winced as she said it, and I could see she was far far from being in the mood for sex, and since I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her if she continued, I had her save the story for later.

She spent the rest of the day regretting the prior night, but as evening rolled around we began to make out on the couch and I pried her for the details. Within minutes I'd resigned to kneeling between her legs as she lay back into the cushions and trailed her toes up and down my back. I tongued her torrential talisman as she told me all, and just like her pussy, her mouth held nothing back.

She'd planned on having just one more drink at the bar, but as the team trickled in, two of the over zealous guys each bought her a drink by mistake, and the additional drink left her far drunker than she'd anticipated. Then Aaron arrived with Seth, and the team whooped loud. Seth was team captain and the best player the Panther's had, but Aaron had netted three pucks during the game and the two friends had to cope with sharing the limelight. The rest of the boys set them up with a round of beers and Aaron went right for Kelly. He wanted to know what she thought of his skating, but she never had a chance to answer, as one teammate after another interrupted to let her know she'd turned Aaron's game around, and if her lessons could make a hockey player out of a retard like Aaron----sign them up. Being the biggest player on the team, Aaron jokingly threatened to pop them to the far end of the short yellow bus.




My Kinky WIfe Slips Up Again



This is a story about a guy who likes to watch his wife sleep with other men, and written for couples who find that sort of thing erotic. It's a longer story and deals with all the conflicting emotions that come with the fantasy. Hope you enjoy it, and thanks for reading! 





The California sun had cleared the hill leading down to Bodega Bay, and I moved my bare feet into a white, warm patch of sand. I brought a cup of instant coffee to my lips, eased back in a folding chair, and took in the sight of my wife rolling over in the chaise lounge across from me, her top undone. 

It was only ten-thirty, but after reports of a cloudy afternoon, Kelly intended to soak up the sun while it lasted. As she settled on her back, I mentally fondled her gorgeous C-cups and cute tiny nipples, vividly exposed in the angled light. And then she startled me by sleepily saying, "Hon, keep an eye out for our neighbor."

We'd briefly met the guy camped beside us after we'd unloaded our gear the evening before. For the most part our camping site was enclosed from the beach and the small walking trail leading down to it by a natural line of sagebrush and small trees, but nothing separated our site from his––they were practically conjoined. We'd exchanged a friendly hello, but it turned dark by the time we had our tent up, and by then he'd already ducked inside his for the night.

I suspected he was up and somewhere on the beach as Kelly lay topless, but kept an eye on his tent door just in case. A group of seagulls gathered noisily on the other side of the sagebrush, as my eyes wandered back to Kelly's bare breasts. She'd rubbed on sunscreen, which caused her nipples to sparkle with pin pricks of sunlight. That's when I looked up to discover our neighbor had returned from the beach.

"Uh, Kelly, we have company."

She quickly draped her bikini top over her chest, sandwiching it between her tits and forearms. 

The guy set down a bucket with fins and a spear gun inside, the kind of simple spear propelled by a rubber tube sling. "No worries, forget I'm here." 

He wore the bottom half of a wetsuit with the top flipped down behind him. He had a broad, muscular, hairy chest and equally strong legs and arms––a swimmer's physique. 

"I'm so embarrassed. That was totally rude of me."

He shook the water from his black hair and pulled it back into long spiral locks. He then presented us with a white full smile. Hey, it's your vacation. Go ahead, forget I'm here."

I pointed at the bucket. "You spear anything?"

"Not this morning, but it was the same yesterday––dead in the morning and then pegged a huge Bonita late in the afternoon."

Kelly sat up, still covering her tits with her arms. "You caught it with a spear?"

"Yep! Nailed it right through the back!"

"How big?"

He held out his hands, indicating a length of roughly two feet.

"And you were swimming in the water with it?" 

Most girl's as beautiful as my wife have developed a little ice in their gaze to ward off predictors, but not Kelly. Her eyebrows have a gentle arc, granting a kind sympathetic expression, like she's hanging on your every word, and her eyes are so wide, blue, and inviting, they embolden every guy she meets. And when she's truly fascinated, and she was, her eyes grow so big she appears flat out gullible.

"That's nothing, I could've speared a six-foot nurse shark moving along the sea floor, but I wasn't that hungry."

"You did not see a shark!"

He laughed.

"Please tell her you're kidding or I'll never get her to snorkel."

"Alright, alright, I didn't cross any sharks, but last year I saw a Moray Eel as long as my arm, and those suckers are nasty."

He slid his wetsuit down his legs, revealing his red Speedos and a bulge that looked like he might've trapped an eel in his shorts. Kelly's eyes momentarily went from gullible to spell bound before looking away so fast her ponytail swung around her face. At this point he introduced himself as Jerry, and I shook his hand. My wife did the same, freeing one arm from her chest to grab his.

"We planned to do a little snorkeling ourselves, except our friend's got our gear and he's been held up a day."

"Bummer." His eyes formed a kind sheen as he turned towards Kelly. "I got a pair of fins hanging around that used to be my ex-girlfriend's." He grabbed the spear out of his bucket and pointed towards his domed tent. "You're more than welcome to them. They're just sitting in a bag. I keep forgetting to unpack them."

Surprisingly she declined. Normally Kelly bends over backwards to make new friends, so I immediately suspected something was up with her. I coyly looked him over as she might. His body was extremely well defined and his tan was so deep he seemed a natural part of the beach habitat. But at the same time he came off worldly and wise. And there was no missing that bulge, which made even me feel a bit awkward.

"Well, the fins are here if you change your mind." 

"So what happened to the girlfriend, if you don't mind me asking?"

His face twisted up some, and he jerked it forwards, so his hair fell in front of his eyes like a crazy man. "Don't worry, I didn't spear her."

"Ha! Fair enough, I'm being rude."

"Naw." He combed his hair behind his ears again. "She was a bit too young." He softly nodded his head, reassuring himself she was indeed too young. "And a bit too unbalanced. Really I'm amazed we lasted a full year. She was twenty-one––just a kid."

He had to be ten years older than my wife, at least forty, so Kelly snorted a laugh when she heard the age difference.

"Hey, do you know any thirty-nine-year-old women willing to drive up and down the coast and live out of a tent for weeks at a time? And just so you know, an experienced man in his prime and an adventurous young girl..." His white teeth lined up in devilish formation. "Some aspects of our relationship made putting up with Arcade Fire and Geisha faced Jack White a whole lot easier."

"Awwww, I love Jack White."

"He's alright. But maybe for my fortieth I'll treat myself to a forty-year-old who likes Sublime."

"A forty-year-old! Don't get ahead of yourself, Jerry, maybe start with a thirty-year-old who can afford her own fins."

I don't think her sarcastic kidding was meant to highlight her age, but the coincidence wasn't lost on Jerry, who pointed his spear in her direction and winked. Kelly reddened when she caught on, and then curled her finger at me to come over to her side. She flipped back the strings on her bikini, indicating she'd like me to tie them, which I did. As the fabric straightened out over her breasts, her nipples made a slightly more prominent stance against the stretchy material than usual. Kelly loves attention, she's a huge flirt, and I was definitely witnessing straight up hot-guy on hot-girl chemistry in action.

Just as I was starting to feel like a third wheel, Kelly announced, "Ali, we should take a little walk. If we don't I'll end up lying here all day." I helped her up, and she said to Jerry, "Nice meeting you."

He laid his wetsuit out over a huge smooth log next to the fire pit. "Yeah, you too."

"See you in a few, neighbor," I said, waving as we left and feeling my wife's grip tighten on my other hand. I had no idea what was wrong, but she was submerging something in a quiet pool of tension.

***

Kelly and I mostly hiked the rest of the day, first along the ocean stained shoreline and then over rocks that resembled pitted asteroids and housed tiny tide pools. After that we took a short drive into Sebastopol to explore the streets in search of a restaurant. The town was quaint, lots of slated wood beach houses and colonial style shops selling folk art and souvenirs. It felt like cheating being inside a shop looking for a pair of sunglasses when our plans were to rough it in a tent, but I'd received a text from Fenton saying he'd be a day late, and that meant our food would be a day late, as well. 

Fenton was my boss's brother and invited me camping when my boss backed out of the plans due to an allergy flare up, or so he said. When my boss told me I should go in his place, I used Kelly as an excuse to get out of it, but Fenton insisted I bring her along. I'd only met Fenton that month and the whole arrangement felt a little sudden, but Kelly seemed excited to go when I called her, and so that was that, we'd driven to the campgrounds that Friday, yesterday.

Our search for food in Fenton's absence led us to a small Italian restaurant with a green awning, twinkling lights and plastic grapevines framing the windows, and a tiled checkered floor inside. We ended up having about three glasses of wine each, which embolden me to ask the burning question.

"So why have we dodged Jerry all day."

"I didn't realize we had?"

"We haven't spent more than forty-five minutes at camp."

"It's boring at camp."

"No, you've been extremely nervous whenever we're there. And when he showed up again you practically dragged me into town."

She gave her wine glass a flick, making the red liquid ripple inwards. "If you must know, he kinda gives me the creeps, OK?"

"Not the creeps––I've seen you creeped out by someone, and there's nothing creepy about Jerry."

"Well he didn't look at you like your clothes were transparent."

I laughed, thinking back on the morning. "What clothes?"

"Very funny, mister, but seriously, he's too intense."

"He's intense? Weren't you the one who cut to the chase about his ex-girlfriend this morning?"

She flicked her wine glass again before gifting me her full attention. "What are you doing, Ali?"

"I just find it odd, that's all."

"No, you're trying to nudge me into feelings I don't want to have."

"What are you talking about?"

"Aaron, Seth, Scottie!"

The three glasses of wine had an affect on her speaking volume, and so I shut up before everyone in the restaurant became privy to our kinkiest drama. But her point was clear, and to be honest, I couldn't deny it. When other men drool over my wife it simply reminds me of what an awesomely fine woman I have on my arm. But there's been a few times when a guy did more than drool, and pursued her to the point her legs were spread while his dick made a deposit deep inside her little married nook, and for my part I'd done nothing to stop it––quite the opposite, in fact.

The temperature dropped at least twenty degrees by the time we'd parked in the lot and walked back towards the beach, and we leaned into a wind that cut straight through her thin sweat shirt. We kept a brisk pace as I massaged her shoulders and she wrapped her arms tightly around herself. We reached the dark gravel road to our campsite and hiked up the small hill to see a shimmering path of moonlight leading up to a full moon bathing on the endless pitch-black horizon. The shear magic of it inspired me to tease, "Kind of romantic. Think Jerry missed us?"

"Don't start again! It's cold, can we please just get back to the tent."

"Hey, look at that." From the top of the little hill we could see a campfire burning, and it had to be coming from Jerry's campsite.

"Is that Jerry?"

"Looks like he's trying to warm things up for you."

"Would you stop already!" She tried to sound mad, but a giggle got in the way.

When we reached our tent we discovered the sage brush sheltered the area from the wind. Jerry played his guitar by firelight with a quarter full bottle of Patron beside his sandy feet. It was hard not to feel like we were intruding on his peaceful evening alone, but he insisted we join him. I motioned with my head towards the fire, and Kelly, knowing what kind of mood I was in, narrowed her eyes at me and respectfully accepted. "I'm pretty tired and we don't want to keep Jerry up, so only for a minute."

We took a seat on a smooth log and Jerry immediately offered us a plastic cup with a hit of tequila inside. He told us about nearly spearing a bass, while the fire flared up and Kelly slipped off her sweatshirt, leaving her in a tight fitting tee and a stretchy short skirt. Jerry sat across from us, meaning my wife's knees had to kiss each other in order to keep the color of her underwear secret. One more round of tequila went down, and Kelly's head came to rest on my shoulder.

Jerry set another log on the fire while telling me about his time in the Philippines, and then poured a third shot as I told him about the river rafting trip Kelly and I went on before we married. It bothered me I had to go back so far in our relationship for a good story, and I kissed her forehead, wishing I could give her the life someone as extraordinary as her deserved. She then passively tapped the cup to my shoulder and downed the tequila. As the residual burn left her throat, she stared into the fire and unconsciously squeezed the cup until a white crease formed on either side. 

I decided to ask if Jerry missed having his girlfriend along, knowing the conversation that followed would spark some interest in Kelly.

"I like company at times. Other times it's nice to be all by yourself––and that's a hard one to explain to your partner."

"I bet she was pretty," Kelly said, responding to the sadness in his voice that I heard as well.

"Yep! Cute with a fitness-junkie's body. Naturally cute. And I'm just now noticing she had the same sort of eyebrow thing going on as you, which I always liked."

"What?" She laughed. "What eyebrow thing?"

"Ha. Well, there's always some kind emotion happening up there. Graceful movement. They probably reveal a lot more than you intend."

I set my hand on her knee, drawing attention to the fact her knees had parted slightly, and she snapped them back together. Her head lifted off my shoulder and her eyebrows tightened as she told him how full of shit he was.

"Well, you're eyebrows are telling me I shouldn't argue with you, so I won't. But, Ali, am I lying?"

"Not at all."

She pinched my knee, the tickle forcing me to remove it from her fingers. "Weren't we having a conversation about Jerry's girlfriend?"

"Really there isn't anything more to say."

"Yeah there is," I interrupted. Something about Jerry, maybe just how easy going he was, made me feel like I could screw with him like a best friend. "You can explain how a cute, twenty-one-year-old fitness-junkie would hook up with an old fart like you."

Kelly's mouth dropped open and Jerry laughed.

"Only if you tell me how you pulled a smoking... Um, a fine... Uh, how you pulled a pretty woman like Kelly."

It was the first awkward moment he'd had, shuffling his language around out of respect for Kelly, and she giggled, "I'll tell you why a cute little twenty-one-year-old ended up with Jerry." Her eyes appeared glossy in the flickering light as she studied his face a moment. "Because he looks a lot like James Franco."

"I knew you were going to say that. And you're probably right, my girlfriend dragged me to all his movies."

Her eyelids settled halfway over her pupils and her lips curled into a smile, and whatever scampered through her head was far from innocent. "I don't blame her. James Franco's one of the only Hollywood hunkies who doesn't come off as an egomaniac. Especially considering his face is all over Glamour's top-ten most sexy lists. I mean, he's so down to earth, doesn't it seem like you could just hangout out with the guy?" 

I rubbed her back consolingly. "You're telling me that when you dream of James Franco you're just hanging out together? You sure you're not dreaming about an Oscar worthy performance in his dressing trailer?"

"Oh my god. That's totally one of your dreams, not mine."

My blood froze. Kelly must have been drunker than I realized to allude to our kinky play. She recognized her boo-boo almost immediately, and curled her lips against her teeth and bit them shut.

Fortunately Jerry's mind was elsewhere. "Yeah, Franco would go for you, I could see that."

Suddenly eyes were on him. Whether he meant it or not, there was an implication he'd go for Kelly. He finally poked at a log, which released a ribbon of embers along with a faint squeal, as Kelly continued to stare, dumbfounded. "What? You know you're pretty."

My wife shook her head in disbelief, forcing him to continue.

"OK, I didn't mean any disrespect. I've never been good at complimenting women, and that's all I was trying to do. You're pretty. Really pretty." 

She covered up her eyes and leaned back against me. "Now you're just fucking with me."

I decided to come to his rescue. "Kelly's better at giving compliments than receiving. And don't let her big innocent peepers fool you––she knows she's smoking hot."

Jerry's poise returned with a smug laugh and she punched me in the arm.

"This is so not fair. I'm not like that at all. You just have a one track mind."

"Don't we all." Jerry said, now coming to my rescue.

She let us sweat a moment before giving Jerry a wicked smile and sinking down off the log, seating herself closer to the fire. Goddamn she could behave sexily. Jerry and I followed her lead––the flames had thinned out and it felt good nearer to the heat. On the ground Kelly had to wrap her arms over her knees and keep her feet together to conceal her panties. Even still, I caught Jerry's eyes wandering there for a split second.

As the fire burned down into slithering bursts of light, she tapped the back of my calf and I took it to mean I needed to get up. I stood as she reached out a hand, and then I helped her up beside me.

"It's getting late. We should make a trip to the restrooms while I still have the walk in me."

After gathering our toothbrushes and flashlight, and thanking Jerry for the fire, I escorted her along the dark path to the bathrooms. 

At the peak of the hill, with the black Pacific Ocean sparkling along the western border, Kelly stopped me and hugged her warm body against mine. We silently embraced for a few minutes, and I knew she was building up the courage to tell me something. I had a pretty good idea what, too, since her cheeks burned and her revealing eyebrows took on an alluring slant––a clear indicator she was drunk, horny and seriously ready to fuck.

I kissed her forehead and asked what was on her mind. She looked up at me, the moonlight electrifying her blue eyes. Her hand traveled from my back around to my crotch, but as I went to kiss her, she sprinted away from me.

She didn't make it five feet before I caught up and lifted her giggling body off the ground. My arms were around her butt and her legs around mine, which placed her breasts just under my face. I leaned her back and rolled my lips across a tee shirt covered nipple.

"OK," she finally said, "here it goes––if you really, really want something to happen between Jerry and me, then maybe I can work it out."

I froze a minute, and gently set her down. Obviously she was attracted to Jerry, but I hadn't expected it go further than kinky talk between her and me. It's not that I was mad, just surprised. For the past eighteen months she'd referred to her previous affairs as drunken mistakes.

Kelly is attracted to strong, handsome, confident men. If my gorgeous wife is talking to a guy, then without question he is the best looking, funniest, and most charming guy in the room. Unfortunately he often tends to be the biggest asshole, too, like Seth. Seth wasn't a bad guy, per se, just an extreme opportunist out for some balls to the wall fucking and armed with enough charm to make it happen. I know because I spied on them, and saw a lot more that night than she later confessed to during our naughty bedroom talks. I can only assume she wasn't exactly proud of losing control of herself with the arrogant prick. And then came a phone call two weeks later, where a very drunk Seth wanted to come by the house for another go. She told him it wasn't going to happen and wouldn't ever happen, but it still left her feeling cheap, and cheap is not at all how she views herself. After that she'd made it clear there'd be no other men between her married legs, and so I needed a moment to grapple with my pride over her sudden change of heart with Jerry.




My Kinky WIfe Slips Up Again



"Did I say something wrong?"

"It's not that, you just caught me off guard."

"Oh. Well I just thought you wanted something to..."

"No, no, you're right. But what happened to 'never again'?"

She shrugged her shoulders with a mischievous smile. It was adorably sexy how she couldn't fully confess to wanting our ruggedly handsome neighbor. "Well? Should I say something to him?"

My mind flashed on her naked body pressed up against Jerry's, causing my neck to burn and my throat to constrict. It felt like dread and anger, and not the excited reaction our play had initially induced. Then I thought of my boss's brother joining us the following afternoon, and it intensified the tightness in my throat.

"This is tough. Fenton will be here tomorrow."

"And tonight?"

"It's still going to be weird when he does get here."

Her forehead softened and sunk with her eyebrows. It slowly rose again as she placed a hand on my less than inspired crotch. "Anything I can do to change your mind?"

"Yes, but don't."

Fenton was a weak excuse, and after a moments silence she started back towards the bathrooms. I couldn't tell if she was frustrated or confused, but coldness had settled on her. It settled on me as well, and I tried to privately deal with the unidentifiable anger creeping up on me.

At the bathroom she took her time cleaning up. Outside I listened to the waves and watched at least twenty moths flutter around the light above the doorway to the woman's bathroom. On the way back she unexpectedly stopped in the middle of the path. I turned around to see her standing with crossed arms and tilting her head so her blonde ponytail hung over her shoulder.

"You know what, you're mean!"

I laughed. "I'm mean?"

She began walking again. "Yeah––mean! All day long you keep pestering me about some guy, and then when I finally cave, you get jealous."

"Jealous! I may be a little jealous in my own special way, but you know that isn't it. It's Fenton." I could feel the heat build on my neck. It was more than Fenton, but I couldn't explain things beyond him. I didn't understand it myself. "I don't want to risk my job. You want to do this when he isn't around we can make a party of it."

"But he isn't around."

"Babe, not tonight."

She fell silent again, but clutched my hand when I took hers. She gave it a tight squeeze and placed her other hand around my bicep and her head on my shoulder as we kept walking. My neck cooled, but my throat continued to tighten.

At camp we found Jerry had retired into his tent where some kind of reading light glowed through the nylon fabric. Inside our tent Kelly disrobed, and I began to stroke down her back and rolled her earlobe between my lips. She stopped me before I took it any further, shaking her head and pointing in Jerry's direction. She whispered that it would be too embarrassing if he heard us. With the faint sounds of the ocean a hundred feet away, we could quietly perform without him knowing, so I knew she was full of it.

"Well, I want Aquaman to hear us. I want him to know I'm over here ravishing my wife."

She giggled, until the soft peak of my tongue circled her ear, and then she went, "Oooooo! OK, OK!" My thumb followed the ridge of her jaw all the way around and then back again. My lips moved to hers. They collided, crushing softly into one another.

"I love you so much!"

"I love you too!"

My hand slid to her nipple, the nylon sleeping bag whining as my arm brushed over it. My mouth joined my hand. I took in the delicate pink thimble using wet warm suction, and chased it around with my tongue. My humid breath quickly heated her tit, and I squeezed it, forcing the nipple further into my mouth. Her hand brushed into my hair, and then her other hand came up alongside my cheek, directing me back up for a kiss. My fingers went in the opposite direction, slipping down her belly, and then gingerly walked downwards until I felt the feathery tickle of pubic hair. Her hand traveled a similar path, ending with a grip on my throbbing cock. As she pulled the skin up towards the head, I felt blood gush into my dick, filling, stretching and hardening it. She stroked me faster, and my fingers found their way into the tender raw slice between her thighs. Her pussy was so soaked that several drips ran down my finger when the labia parted.

"Something has you worked up."

"Hmmmm, maybe the thought of our gorgeous neighbor. But don't dare tell my husband."

Her words cut me instead of heightening my arousal, although I had no reason to feel hurt––we've always made love like this, with talk of another man brining on unprecedented orgasms for us both. The words I spoke next were foreign to me.

"Your husband already knows, and he plans to make you forget all about Jerry."

More juice streamed down my finger, and it felt criminal not catching it all in my mouth, so I slowly spun around, grabbed her hips, and pulled her on top of me. With her ass in my face, my tongue tore into her snatch. I sealed my lips around her pussy, and the deeper I pushed in my tongue the more she flowed into my mouth. Hot slick fluid pooled at my throat, and I had to suck it down or choke. It had been a long time since I'd experienced her that wet.

Her lips were tautly around my cock, and already she bobbed frantically. She had no patience whatsoever––she needed a cock and needed one bad. Her nose landed in my pubs. Shit it felt good! Her hips began to rock into my face, and her breathing grew intense. Her knees crushed inwards against my arms and released. Her whole body contracted.

It didn't take long for her orgasm to build, and as the rhythm moved through her body, I tried to tip her over the edge by slipping a finger from either hand into her snatch, and separating the slick folds.

The hurt I felt still burned in my neck, and I thought maybe if I forced myself to play our game it would chase the feeling away. "Bethchya Jerry would love to make a slut out of you. He'd have a field day eating your tight little cooch."

I stuck my tongue back in just as she screamed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She came good and hard, pulling her mouth off my dick and resting her cheek on my thigh as an army of tingling phantoms swept through her torso, into her tits and arms, down her legs, and finally reaching clear to her toes. She ground her coming pussy roughly against my face, glazing my chin and nose like a soaked wash cloth, and cried, "Oh god, I wish I could feel him. Oh god, I want Jerry to make me come!"

The heat in my neck burst into my whole head, and with it came an urge to shove her ass off my face. Hearing my wife utter his name under the spell of her needy climax, her writhing body ringing it from her lips, was fucking torture. I was absolutely jealous, and not the good kind.

Kelly sucked my cock back into her mouth, her pussy still rubbing itself into my face as her climax trailed off. She bobbed her head quickly, taking on the entire length of my cock. But I hardly noticed. I'd decided why the game was different with Jerry and it troubled me something awful.

Seth and Scottie we're just toys for Kelly to fuck. And fuck they did, for hours on end, for all she was worth. But when the party was over they went their very separate ways. She might've cared a little for Aaron, but only how a little girl cares for a puppy dog. Jerry embodied more. A stoic kindness imbued his voice, his posture and the stories he shared, and he offered a modest maturity the others lacked. His comment about her eyebrows revealed an attentive sensitive man searching for more than an easy lay. 

It made sense, my wife was finally willing to fuck another man because Jerry not only stroked a deep chord in her wild pussy, he also tapped the romantic, starry-eyed princess further inside. My princess! The only princess I'd ever want and could never bear to lose.

She brought me back to the business of having my dick sucked when she noticed my erection softening and warned with teasing vindictiveness, "If you're not going to try, then you'll leave a girl no choice but to visit our neighbor."

That remark settled things for me. I lead her head back onto my cock and leaned forward so I could speak softly near her ear. "Still can't get that bulge in his shorts out of your mind, huh? Still thinking about getting your hands around it, huh?" My dick throbbed in her mouth. "Betchya Jerry's been doing the same, imagining how you'd look with your panties down and your legs up, and what his big dick looks like sliding into home-plate."

She released my dick to speak. "Oh god, I'd love to have that sexy man inside me. I'd love to kiss his lips and stroke his hair as we made love." She took me back into her mouth, and bobbed furiously.

I needed to strip the romance out of our fantasy before jealousy consumed me again. "I don't think he's interested in a kiss. Aquaman likes to get wet, and you're pussy's so fucking wet."

Her lips sailed up and down my shaft, her ponytail bouncing in a youthful hypnotic frenzy. Her mouth salivated profusely as the head raced over her tongue. Jesus she was blowing me good, and I quickly reached the edge. When I began to buck my hips faster, she pulled off just long enough to say, "What would my husband think of Jerry getting wet when his wife comes all over him? Hubby wouldn't approve of that at all."

My jealousy was completely gone. My starry-eyed princess had been frightened away. This fantasy was between my slut wife and Jerry's fat cock, and nothing else.

"Fuck that feels good. I betcha he wants to fuck your cute little ass––right in your cute married ass."

"Ooooo, you think?" 

Her mouth almost didn't make it back on my dick before I popped. I shot stream after stream, making her hum with shock as each stream blasted against the roof of her mouth.

A minute later I was beside her, telling her how much I loved her, how hot she was, and how lucky I was to have her. We cuddled, occasionally saying something to make the other giggle, until her voice became groggy and she drifted off to sleep.

I, on the other hand, lay awake for another couple of hours, silently trying to settle my feelings. Sharing my wife was the ultimate sexual experience, but after what I'd experienced earlier, I feared I might lose the thrill of it to jealousy. Even as I lay there, admitting how much I needed Kelly's extramarital mash ups, jealousy returned over and over again––not in thoughts, but in sickening lumps of insecurity impossible to swallow.

***

In the morning I awoke to my shoulder being shaken. My eyes crept open and there was Kelly. "Sweetie, Jerry says there's something like eighty-percent chance of rain. Do you mind if I go snorkeling with him? It might be the last chance before it rains."

I was only partially awake as I told her to go ahead, and it was only after she crawled out and the sound of his spear gun rattling in the plastic bucket got further and further away, that I remembered everything we said the night before.

When I opened my eyes again it had to be close to ten. Our campsite was empty, and with a hint of jealous apprehension. I walked over to Jerry's and peeked inside his tent. Nothing! I ended up taking a walk along the beach to keep from going crazy, then cut inland about two miles down the coast. I tried Kelly's phone, but of course she'd left in our tent while snorkeling. I then followed the road leading back to the park entrance, looking for decent cup of coffee and torturing myself with Kelly's whereabouts. 

I doubted they'd snorkeled more than an hour, so where was she? Was she...? Were they...? Did they climb out of the ocean and shed their gear? Had they taken a break to sit on one of the smooth rocks in the small cove, stripped down to her bikini and his Speedos? Her hair would be wet and out of its ponytail, clinging to her back in a wavy pattern. Her eyelashes would hold together to form stars around her vibrant blue eyes. Her sympathetic eyebrows would have acquired their alluring slant, with Jerry reading them like a romance novel. And then maybe a turbulent swell would slip into the cove, and she'd cling to him as it crashed around their feet. And when it retreated back out to sea, she wouldn't immediately let go, because his broad shoulders and hard chest felt too good to lose hold of. He wouldn't be able to resist my wife, no man can, and that would mean Kelly would have to be good for both of them. 

So was she? Was my wife behaving herself? Or was she letting his toughened hands travel within the confines of her bikini. Was he touching places defenseless against such a captivatingly handsome man? Was her avid libido betraying both of us as his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her bosom? My neck burned, and panic stirred within my chest.

In a daze I grabbed a coffee at the tiny general store, the paper cup dampening in my sweaty palm, and I hurried back to camp.

At the top of the hill I spotted a Mini Cooper parked at the end of the ranger's road. Beyond that it became a foot trail only. I heard my name and looked to see Fenton sitting on a cooler next to the car. He'd apparently gotten off to an early start and arrived several hours ahead of time.

"Good timing, Aleee, now you can help me carry my shit down." I don't know why he always accentuated the last part of my name, but I took it as a compliment.

We shook and then he pulled out a smaller bag and got out the camera packed inside it. He then attached a telephoto lens and aimed towards the beach. As far as views go, it didn't get much better than the end of the ranger trail. As he snapped away, I set his duffle bag on top of the ice chest and lifted them both.

"Hold up, Aleee, we got some boom-chika-wow-wow going on. Check it!"

He handed me the camera as I set the cooler back down. He aimed it towards our campsite as my heart began to race. Through a break in the tall sage brush, in the same spot where Kelly and I spied the glow of Jerry's campfire the night before, I now saw my wife pressed up against the fit spear fisherman's chest. I froze as I realized she was massaging his shoulders. She wore only her bikini, and he had on nothing but board shorts, so her barely covered tits contacted just beneath his chest, and her flat uncovered stomach rested against rippled abs. His hands ran down her back and over her ass. He then spun her around by the waist, his hands journeying upwards as her mostly exposed butt cheeks crushed against his groin. He cupped her breast just long enough to delectably squeeze them––a sip before accepting a full glass. 

They stayed there a moment, swaying gently to the rhythm of the sage in the wind. Fingers then crept into her bottoms, lifting and tugging down the elastic and traveling through her trimmed pubs. His face nestled against her hair, as if inhaling the scent of it. A dimple cut into his cheek as he kissed his way through the blonde strands. Her lips parted, as his hand pushed further into her suit, a finger most likely hooked into her wet velvet interior. 

What I witnessed was not X-rated, but rather an R-rated romance, where emotion guided the sex and not the other way around. My neck burned and the heat traveled down my spine, tightening the muscles along my arms and jaw. My heart raced at the thought of Fenton beside me, privy to my wife's total betrayal.

I had no idea how to handle the situation. Kelly was being fingered by another man in front of my boss's brother. My worst nightmare had come true. For a moment I considered letting my jealousy overcome me and make a furious scene just to save face. Then I quickly ran through all possibilities of Fenton being persuaded not to say anything to my boss, and all seemed unlikely.

"Isn't that our spot?" 

My mouth had dried and my voice cracked as a result. "It's our neighbors. Ours is one over."

"So who's the dude getting it on with your wife?"

When he said that it felt like my heart stopped beating altogether. About a million different thoughts passed through my mind and the growing panic caused my arm to shake as I handed back his camera. 

"I'm only fucking around, man. Wasn't she gonna come, though?"

It finally registered with me that he'd never met Kelly––he had no idea the girl roiling in ecstasy was my wife. Rubbing my thumbnail over my brow, I apologized for her being unable to make it, and chuckled, "I guess it's going to be a guy's weekend."

"Sucks she couldn't come. Actually, I forgot the fins I had for her, so that solves that." He peered through the camera again. "So we're peeping on our neighbors, huh? Oh shit, you didn't tell me he started fingering her. Awesome! She's crazy fine! Oh yeah, she's giving him a reach around. That's a girl. You got his attention now."

Fenton's update caused the heat to spread everywhere. I tried to dispel the thought of my wife's hand on another man's dick by changing the subject. "I meant to call you before you left. I heard there's about eighty-percent chance of rain later today."

He was too busy grinning behind his camera to hear me, so I repeated myself.

"It's like thirty-percent, it won't rain."

"Oh, I must have heard wrong."

"Betchya fifty bucks he fucks her on that log."

"Fenton, they're our camping neighbors, man, don't you think we owe them a little privacy?"

"Hey, they wanna get busy in broad daylight I say we owe it to them to watch. Oh shit, her top is off. We've got titties, Aleee! Goddamn, I'm telling ya, our neighbor's are about to get their groove on."

My stomach plummeted a mile a second. "Come on Fenton, we have to go down there and face them in a minute."

"Take it easy, Aleee, they won't know."

"Well, our neighbor strikes me as the type who punches first and asks questions later, so you better hope he doesn't find out."

"Maybe, but right now he's too busy squeezing on those titties to notice. You gotta see this, Aleee!"

Fenton handed me the camera, but I shook my head no.

"Lighten up man, it's not every day you get to see some hot chick taking one in public." He peered through the view finder again. "Oh dude, you really need to see this, he's about to stick it in her ass."

"Stop making shit up."

"Wait, first he's going to tongue it––gonna provide a little A-T-D action!"

"A-T-what?"

"Anal tongue darts!"

"Jesus Christ, he is not sticking his tongue in her ass. Give me that camera!"

He handed it over. Fenton would just keep going if I didn't look, so with one eye up against the viewer I focused on my wife and Jerry in action. Fenton told the truth about her tits being out, but if she had stroked his cock, she wasn't anymore. Her ass remained snuggled against his crotch, but her bottoms were still on, and he certainly wasn't fucking her, let alone slipping it into her ass. 

I felt anything but relief, however, as he tilted her head upwards to meet his lips, and they kissed each other long and deep. His left hand still busily fingered away inside her bikini bottoms, but the kiss is what got me. The kiss is what caused me to lose all hope. That wasn't my slut wife with some guy's fingers jammed up her cooch, it was my starry-eyed princess spiraling into a forbidden romance with a man who'd make any woman believe in fairytales. 

My wife's face looked as sweet and innocent as ever, even as his hand grazed over her trimmed pussy and his fingers climbed upwards inside. Her bikini bottoms were stretched completely down in front by the back of his hand, the tendons in his forearms rippling. He could've easily had two fingers inside her, taking a long deep trip into her buttery snatch.

She ground her hips forwards as fingers were thrust inside, and she rested the full weight of her body against him, clutching his thighs for support.

"Sucks your wife couldn't make it. Larry tells me she's as cute as Jennifer Lawrence. I hoped for some bikini action."




My Kinky WIfe Slips Up Again



"Do you know no boundaries, Fenton? If I ever do introduce you I'll be sure she's wearing a nice big one piece."

"You know me, I'm always going off on Larry about his fine-ass, jailbait wife and she's my sister."

"Jeeze, Fenton!"

I became suddenly distracted when my wife almost collapsed to her knees. The euphoria of an approaching orgasm rendered her legs useless. Jerry caught her waist, helped her back to standing. As he lowered his head to kiss my wife again, fear surged in her eyes. She broke free of his arms and wrapped hers over her bare tits. Her head tilted forwards, away from Jerry.

Something was wrong. My jealous anger fizzled out faster than a Mexican skyrocket, and I felt the urge to go to her and hug her in my arms around until the fearful look was gone.

I set the camera against my chest, and saw that Fenton was still talking to me and hadn't noticed Kelly freaking out. If he had noticed, there'd be no explaining it, so I began snapping my fingers excitedly, and shouted, "Shit, I completely forgot." I reached into my pocket, pulled out my wallet and slipped Fenton three twenties. "I helped them finish off a bottle of Patron last night, and told them I'd have you bring a fresh one."

"No need, I brought some bourbon and wine."

"That's not the same. Look, I'll carry down your gear if you can drive back to town real fast and grab one for me."

"I just got here, hombre."

"Come on, they just provided a little X-rated entertainment, it's the least you could do."

He finally agreed, and then asked if I needed anything else from town, and I told him I only needed the tequila. He then backed his Mini Cooper down the small ranger road towards the parking lot, where he turned around and headed towards the gate. I grabbed his canvas bag of fins and another holding wetsuits, and rushed down to our camp as fast as I could.

As I approached, I caught sight of Jerry gently stroking her back, his other hand holding her shoulder. Her hand rested over his, but she still couldn't look at him.

"Kelly!" I called, as I stepped around from the sage brush.

At the sound of my voice she dropped to her knees and picked up her top. With graceful but hurried maneuvering she draped it over her bare tits and took a seat on the log bench. Funny she felt the need to cover herself up at the sight of me––her own husband. I stared at both of them, hunting for the words to begin.

Her voice cracked as she spoke up first. "It's not what you think." It was such a guilty thing to say that my jealously instantly returned.

"Don't say anything––just let me talk for a minute. Fenton's here and we both saw everything that went on."

"What do you mean you saw everything?"

"Exactly what I said, he had a camera with a telephoto lens and he saw everything down here."

Jerry actually broke his silence. "Ali, you cool? Kelly seemed to think you'd be cool with..." He cut himself off before revealing too much.

"I'm fine, but I need a minute with my wife."

"Yeah, sure!" He discretely shifted his wilting erection downwards to hide it as he walked towards the beach about thirty yards. I think he was actually relieved to get away from the situation.

"Before you say anything," my wife began, "it's not Jerry's fault. We didn't plan for this to happen, I swear. I came back here to find you, and when I couldn't, I just lost my head. We talked about it happening so much yesterday, and then everything you said last night replayed in my head. And Jerry's been a total gentleman all day, I swear. It was me. I don't know how it started... I just... I just lost it."

She slouched forwards and her arms remained tightly locked across her chest, hiding her beautiful tits from me. Her eyes settled on my face, and then my chest, and finally the ground. The confusion looming within highlighted the innocence I'd seen earlier. The heat in my neck had completely returned, and with it an urge to share my pain. 

"Fenton saw everything, babe. This is exactly why I asked you not to do this."

"I know, Ali, I just–"

"You just lost your head, I get it. But what Fenton doesn't know is that you're my wife, and that's how it's going to stay."

"What does that mean?"

I yelled, "Jerry, would it be alright if Kelly crashes in your tent for tonight?"

My wife was shaking her head no as he came back into camp. "I guess so, what's up?"

Ignoring Kelly's concern, I answered, "She'll explain it to you." I then grabbed her sleeping bag and clothes, and moved them into Jerry's tiny tent.

Kelly used it as an opportunity to get her top back on, and then grabbed my arm and pulled me away from camp. "Can't we just go home, Ali?"

"Not really. I let Fenton think you guys were a couple, I didn't have much of a choice, so unless you can think of something else, you've got yourself a new bunk mate."

She crossed her arms and sort of looked at me with one eye. "You realize you've just given Jerry the wrong idea about me."

"From what I saw earlier he doesn't have the wrong idea at all."

"It's not just Fenton, is it? I knew it! It felt like you were there watching, like you wanted it to happen, and then all of a sudden you were gone. It was just me and Jerry alone. I felt it––you'd left me."

I looked over to see him rearranging his campsite, and I instantly felt like an asshole for not thinking this through. She'd succumbed to Jerry, but she also found it within herself to put a stop to it––for me. And then I go and put her in this predicament. I hugged her against me, and kissed her head. Her warmth flowed through me, and I never wanted to let her go. 

"Just for a couple of days, babe, we can do this."

She clutched me tighter.

I dearly wanted to comfort her. "We'll talk about this later, I promise."

She twirled a finger into my dark hair and kissed my lips. "I don't feel good about this, Ali. I just don't." 

"You'll be fine, I know you will. You like his company. And I'll be right here."

She quietly hung on me a moment longer, watching Jerry's strong back as he hammered a tent spike into the ground, making the tent fabric exceptionally taut for a few extra inches of room.

"I know, but tonight he's going to think it's OK to..."

"I just watched you put a stop to it. You'll be fine."

She rolled her head against my chest and looked away from Jerry. "If it's not OK, you need to say something to Jerry about it, Ali. I don't know what's going on with you, and now you're putting me in his bed. You need to say something about it."

"I'll work on it, babe. Don't worry about anything now, just have fun. We'll worry about tonight when it gets here."

***

Fenton returned with the Tequila and Kelly vanished into Jerry's tent. Only then did I recognize the situation was more awkward and embarrassing for her than me. I helped Fenton quickly erect his tent, and then the two of us made our way down to the beach where we snorkeled along the cliff face.

Afterwards, as I walked back from the beach, I spied Kelly doing a cartwheel up on the hiking trail along the northern cliff. She landed on her feet and then turned to throw several playful punches into Jerry's chest. He gave her ass a spank and she ran ahead of him. I'd smelled pot around the campsite earlier, and she seemed to have grown amazingly relaxed with the situation.

They both disappeared into splotchy shadows cast by a large tangle of Oregon Myrtle, and thoughts of what I'd seen that morning haunted me once again. The look on her face as his fingers worked magic on her pussy had been so vividly ingrained that I could almost hear her moaning in my ear. Were they about find a nice secluded spot to finish what they'd started? Would his dick be the instrument of choice for round two with my wife's incorrigible pussy? I doubted it, but only because I knew they'd take their time, savoring each other's company, and let it build into a long passionate night of sex. I know because that's what I'd do if I were trying to win the heart of a girl as awesome as Kelly. They would kiss, however, I was almost certain of it. And I fretted over seeing her later, knowing by then she may belong to someone else. 

After a dinner prepared on a propane burner, Fenton and I headed down to the rock jetty with a bottle of wine to watch the sunset. As the sky bleed red into purple and the waves shredded themselves against the barnacle encrusted rocks and settled into quiet pools of froth, I temporarily forgot about my wife and Jerry. 

Fenton bringing a nice Cabernet was a bit of a surprise, since I'd anticipated a twenty-four-year-old to be all about pounding beers. Apparently coming from money at least provided the elements of class that are purchasable.

On our way back to camp, we passed a beach bonfire, and spotted Kelly and Jerry amongst the ten or so people struggling to remember the words to 'I Will Survive'. Fenton, about five steps ahead of me, made his way towards the group and introduced us. A girl wearing a skin tight sweat jacket offered us a beer, and Fenton grabbed a seat in the sand next to Jerry. Almost immediately Fenton told everyone about his friend Chang who'd bleached his hair orange, and so Fenton started calling him Orangou-Chang. From then on he was pretty much the life of the party. 

With some encouragement from Fenton, Jerry finally broke his silent bit to tell a few surfing stories, which then led into how he worked as an engineer six months out of the year and spent the other six answering the call of the wild. Even Fenton was impressed.

Kelly got up, saying she needed to use the bathrooms and turn in early. Jerry arose too, but she told him to stay and have fun. I then got up and volunteered to escort her, explaining I needed to make the same trip myself. Around the first bend of tall European beach grass and just out of ear-shot, I asked if she'd been having fun.

"Actually, yeah. I had a great time, in fact. You?"

"I did alright. Fenton's a trip. I'll probably be sore tomorrow from swimming so much."

"Aw, nice. He seems like a pretty funny guy. I probably would've had a crush on him when I was twenty."

"I missed you," I said, as my hand took hold of hers.

"Good!" Her firm tone and smirk made it clear she blamed me for our situation. As we walked to our tent and then up to the showers, she explained how Jerry took her to a shady secluded spot off the hiking trail and massaged her shoulders as she looked out on the grand view of the Pacific.

"Are you mad?"

"No, but that's all? That's everything that happened?"

"Well... There was another kiss." My hand tensed over hers, but she continued. "He was really sweet about it. He just pushed my ponytail aside and kissed my neck before I even knew what was happening. I don't even think he realized what he was doing, because when I turned around, his hands were up in the air and he looked totally apologetic." 

"I'm sure he didn't realize he was fingering you earlier, either."

"You are mad!"

"I'm not." 

"And you're not being fair. Jerry had the wrong idea then. And you're the one who asked me to be his pretend-a-girlfriend."

"So he has the right idea now?"

She rolled her eyes in my direction, and laughed with an inflated sigh. "I don't know. Did you talk to him, yet?"

"I haven't had a chance."

"Then I guess he still thinks you have a hardon for him to screw your wife."

Her gate livened up and she couldn't hold back a big toothy smile. Her comment was meant as playful encouragement, intending to crush my negative shit by being her awesomely fun self. Next she jumped on my back, expecting a piggyback ride up to the showers. It worked, my jealousy simmered down until I could only think about her strong thighs wrapped around my waist. 

She then whispered into my ear, "You really should have said something to Jerry."

"Why's that? And I don't see why you can't explain it."

"Because when I tried to explain it he already had me in his arms again." Her voice became a seductive whisper, and she spoke right into my ear. "He was pointing out to the cove, to a pointy rock sticking straight up out of the water, and told me it was called Sundial Rock. And while he told me this, I could feel his cock press against my butt, and he wasn't exactly soft." Kelly gently breathed into my ear, filling it with passionate heat and leaving residual cool moisture in its wake. I wanted to stop her and make her confess to kidding around, but hearing her say the word "cock" caused mine to respond. Having her clutched tightly onto me and talking dirty held my jealousy at bay, where it heightened my arousal instead of destroying it.

"He began to push it against me, soft and slow enough that it didn't feel deliberate. But then his hands brushed lower onto my hips, so there was no pretending his cock grinding against my butt wasn't intentional." 

She paused to momentarily take my earlobe into her teeth, giving it a little nip. "Then I felt Jerry's thumbs slip into my bottoms, stretching down the waistband." She suddenly stopped whispering close to my ear, and loudly announced, "This is my stop!" She jumped off my back and quickly fled into the women's showers, blowing me a kiss as she rounded the corner.

Son-of-a-bitch did I want to follow her, but someone else was bound to show up at this time of night. Instead I entered the men's room and showered alone. As the warm water hit my face, I wondered what the hell was happening. Four hours ago I dreaded the thought of Jerry seducing my wife, and now I found myself really turned on by my slutty wife's behavior. God did I want to sneak her into my tent for the night and hear the rest of the story. 

After getting dressed and brushing my teeth, I waited outside the woman's bathroom for over ten minutes. I began to question if I'd missed her, but then I heard her sneakers squeak on the smooth concrete floor inside. When she finally came out, my nose took in the smell of orange flower body oil. The oil also highlighted her skin in a magic way. I let her know how incredible she looked while hugging her tightly against me.

"I'll never get used to how beautiful you are."

She stepped back a foot and pulled the elastic waistband down on her yoga pants. As the waist lowered to her thigh, I suddenly realized what she was doing––she'd shaved herself, clean and smooth. Zero hair surrounded the keyhole fold at the start of her pussy, and no doubt the rest of it was every bit as bald. Damn!

"Oh shit! You gotta let me feel it."

I stepped towards her, closing the gap between us, and as she held the waist band down for me. I set my hand against her pubic mound. It was super smooth, and I wondered what it would feel like once it had been slicked over with her juices. She quickly pulled away, spun me around and jumped on my back again.

"No petting the kitty tonight."

"There's nothing left to pet."

"Are you saying you don't like it?"

"Oh no, I like it alright! It proves my wife is as naughty as they come."

"Oh that's right, I was telling you about my afternoon with Jerry, wasn't I?"

The feel of her bald pussy pressed against my back, with only the thin material of her yellow-ochre yoga pants to protect it, turned my dick into a gangplank. I had to hold my shower-bag over my crotch to hide the boy.

"Did I already get to the part where he fucked me?"

The humorous inflection in her voice gave her away. "You lying son-of-a...."

She broke into laughter. "I'm sorry!"

"So did you make up everything?"

"Everything after the massage."

"Why? I was going out of my mind waiting for you back there."

"I know. I know. I just couldn't help it."

"Why then?"

"You've been acting mad at me all morning. You've been acting kind of mad all day after what happened. You even seemed a little bit mad last night."

"I'm not mad."

"I know. At least now I do. Or at least I know you aren't mad about what happened this morning."

"Jesus, how did I ever marry such a crazy woman?"

She began to tickle my chest and neck until I threatened to drop her.

"So, are you sure you're going to be OK with me in his tent?"

"Why, are you going to be OK with it?"

"It depends. I mean, I was worried you were mad, and now..."

"And now?"

"Well, it's like Jerry's a total guy, but he's sweet and respectful. I feel mean about this whole arrangement."

"He got to spend the day with the hottest chick on this beach. Trust me, he's glad for the company."

"I don't know. He didn't sign on for a pretend-a-girlfriend. What if he wants to bring one of those girls back for the night and can't because of me."

"The more the merrier."

"Ali, I'm serious. He must think I'm a complete mental case after what happened earlier, and I can't have him thinking worse of me than he already does––not if I have to spend another day with him. And I feel like I've been leading him on even though I've tried really hard not to."

My dick softened and my neck burned again. She spoke like a bashful school girl with a massive crush. He was more than a just the stud in our game, and it pissed me off. We'd reached the tent and she slid off my back and took hold of my hand. "He'll understand, babe, you don't owe him anything."

Softening me up with a hug, she pleaded, "Please talk to Jerry. He's been too sweet to me. I need you to set him straight on this arrangement. And ask if he wouldn't mind sleeping in his jeans for tonight."

"I'm supposed to ask him to keep his pants on?"

"I'm imposing on his privacy enough as it is. I can't ask."

There was a gleam in her eye that contradicted everything she said. She'd shaved her pussy––clearly she was in the mood. She wanted me to talk with Jerry, because she'd already decided to give herself to him. And the awkwardness of their situation was ripe for a quirky, romantic night of passion. My neck felt as if it were on fire. I hesitated to speak as I tried to find a way around my pride and ask her back to my tent. The gleam in her eye only grew stronger as I held her cheek in my palm.

She then startled me by quickly kissing my face, and then dropped down and climbed into Jerry's tent. Only then did I hear someone coming up the path leading from the beach.

It was Jerry, and as he walked into camp, he informed me Fenton had drank quite a bit and could probably use a friend. I quietly led him back a ways, trying to find the words to say my wife was off limits. But no matter how I worded it, I sounded pathetic. The heat my neck grew intense. It was humiliating, horribly so. This was an even more unwelcome feeling than the jealousy. Then I flashed on a future where Kelly was being fucked by every good looking guy we met as I tapped them on the shoulder, asking them to please stop doing that. I had no intentions of being an insecure jealous husband who started fights or pleaded with other men because his wife handed out pussy like Halloween candy.

Jerry stared at me in silence, his blue eyes taking sympathy on my plight in a way that only made me angrier. I couldn't do it. The words simply didn't exist in me, because it was not my decision to make. It had to Kelly. It would be her chance to redeem herself for what she'd done that morning. I forced a grin and thanked him for helping us out of our predicament, which brought a relieved smile to his face.

"You don't have to thank me, man. Your wife is awesome. I'm grateful to have met her." He then added, "...to have met both of you, actually."

Ha! He didn't give a rat's ass about me beyond the fact I'd just stepped aside so he could try to fuck my "awesome" wife. He then entered his tent and jokingly said, "Honey, I'm home." I gritted my teeth and made my way down the path to the beach once more.

As I approached the bonfire, I saw the crowd had thinned down to three guys and Fenton. The booze mangled his speech. I slapped a hand on his back and suggested he contemplate getting into the ocean with a massive hangover tomorrow. The thought of it sobered him up just long enough to call it a night. I led him to his tent and then climbed into my own.




My Kinky WIfe Slips Up Again



The ocean was relatively calm, so I listened over the faint sound of breaking waves for anything going on between Jerry and my wife. I could hear the rustling of sleeping bags, and the occasional giggle, but nothing to indicate she'd be on his dick anytime soon. I probably listened intensely for over a half hour before it became real quiet and I knew they'd fallen asleep.

My mind continued to spin, however, and I shifted my body from side to side, unable to get comfortable. Sudden fortitude brought me up to my knees. I had to end this. It was stupid to hide my insecurity from my wife and then blame her for not coddling it––especially if it meant losing her to another man.

I scooted out of my tent onto the cold sand. I wrapped my arms around myself and stepped over to their site, quietly so as not to wake Fenton or Jerry. And then I heard it.

For a moment I thought Kelly might've whispered something to me through the tent window, but the sound of her voice trailed into breath only. And before I could move again, I realized Jerry was not only awake, but inside her. She moaned a second time, louder than before. I heard Jerry, too, echoing her with a murmur like he'd taken a very satisfying bite of dinner. They continued this way, creating a slow sexual rhythm that cut through the outside air where I stood. A dog barked from down the shore, and hearing it alongside my wife's audacious, spoken pleasure, reminded me our campsites were in a public space. My heart dropped, my throat dried and my jaw locked up tight.

A minute more and the sound of two bodies coming together punctuated their moans––a dull slap, forceful and paced. My wife's moaning also shifted to an, "Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" She took more of his cock, and felt it.

They kept it going, their sounds increasing as they lost their heads in the heat of the moment. Soon Kelly muttered words at speaking volume, "Oh Jesus! Be gentle!"

"Of course. All I ever hear is be gentle. It's the burden of the well-endowed."

She giggled, but the joyful sounds were lost, torn to pieces by the throat crippling pleasure of having his cock sink into her.

"God!" Jerry exclaimed, his voice only slightly more controlled than my wife's. "You're dangerous."

"I'm dangerous?"

"Because you're so amazing!"

"You feel amazing. Soooo amazing!"

"You feel even more incredible than I imagined, and I'd imagined way more than I should've."

"Oh my God, Jerry! Just don't stop doing what you're doing––promise you won't ever stop!"

"You're that one chick I always feared––the one that makes me wanna give up everything for a night that never ends."

"You're as silly as you are sweet."

"Silly, huh? I'll show you just how silly I can be,"

"Oooooooh! Silly feels very nice."

The sounds of their bodies colliding increased. A breeze swept my hair across my neck, tickling the skin as it flooded with heat. I stood there for well over five minutes, wearing only boxers and a tee shirt, but the sobering cold did nothing to cool my jealousy.

Rustling sounds came again and the tent shook and a bulge from a knee scraped down its side as the occupants changed position. Once settled, they picked it up again, my wife telling him he could be a little less gentle. Her firm ass then rang in the night like a snare drum as he stepped up his game. And she loved it, crying a soft song over Jerry's up-tempo beat.

"Jesus how I've wanted you. Oh my god you're huge."

"Remind me to thank your husband's friend for showing up when he did."

She giggled.

"How's that feel? Too much?"

"No! It's wonderful. God, Jerry, you are so fucking sexy."

I couldn't take it any longer and stepped backwards towards my tent. It was happening. Aquaman was stealing my wife. I almost stumbled, imagining how Kelly laughed each time I'd called him that, our little inside joke. Fuck!

The closer I got to my tent, the more aggressive their love making became. Her moans were teetering on animalistic, originating deeper in her throat, lowering in sound, succumbing to his tender torture. The volume followed me, they weren't letting me escape. I stared hopelessly at their domed tent, silhouetted by the light sage brush. It was just a still, dark hump along the dusty clearing, and yet it had become the most evil shape imaginable––a UFO here to abduct everything I cared about. 

Then it shook, and then it shook again. This time I caught a bulge appearing along the south wall. When it appeared a second time I could tell it was an ass protruding out from the tent's side. It continued to appear each time he pulled out of my wife, and then disappeared again, as he returned his cock deep inside her. It was hardly pornographic looking, but any visual confirmation made what they were doing all the more obscene. The motion of his long deep strokes we're revealed. Long. Loving. Strokes.

"Oh jeezus! You are going to make me come, Jerry!"

"Come, baby. Come for me!"

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh my GOD"

Kelly's cry rose into unintelligible madness. Jerry's ass picked up speed.

"I'm right behind you, baby!"

His raspy growl joined her tortured wine, until his ass stopped bulging through the tent, and together they came. He was squirting deep inside my wife under the still dome as I stood outside in the cold. For almost a minute they came, good, hard and loudly. And then it was all heavy breathing and whispers, and the sound of resilient lips uniting and separating, or perhaps they nipped at another part of the body. Maybe she even kissed his big cock.

I don't remember getting into my tent after that. My mind had receded to a place even more claustrophobic than the tiny nylon interior. Anger wasn't there. Neither was jealousy, not really. The expression "life goes on" kept surfacing in my mind. I understood it's meaning differently now. It wasn't about moving on with my life––life simply had no interest in me. It rolled downhill like a bus with a failed parking brake, either missing me entirely or running straight me over. I became upset with my part in driving my wife into his arms, but in all fairness to myself, she would've fucked him regardless. I could've begged or fought, but emotions would've only sped up the inevitable. If her love for me wasn't enough to stop her, what could?

Maybe that's why I got off watching her with other men, because deep down I knew it was all I could ever really do––stand by while the inevitable happened. For a brief moment I imagined Seth's ass had poked against the tent wall and it was his dick plowing into my hot swinger wife. And as confusing as it sounds, it actually gave me a welcomed erection. But the reality couldn't be staved––she snuggled against Jerry, not Seth, drawn to all his fun and sexy quirks and comforting savvy. The very things I believed she'd found only with me.

***

I pulled Kelly's arm so hard she had to jerk it from my grasp and grab her shoulder in pain.

"Don't wake Jerry, just hurry up and get out here."

She dragged a pair of shorts out the door of the tent with her. She was nude from the waist down. She'd spent the night nude by his side with a freshly shaved snatch. I could see something resembling guilt in her face as she quickly put on the shorts, careful not to get sand inside.

The stretchy cotton short-shorts had thin black horizontal stripes traveling out over her butt and around to her flat front side. The stripes seemed to graph her perfect figure, or at least a very narrow section of it, with the shorts begining a millimeter above the V of her ass, and ending quickly, leaving the bottom of each cheek exposed. They looked gorgeous but did little to protect her from the cold.

"Hurry! Come on, come on!"

"OK, OK! What's so important?"

"You'll know soon enough."

She wasn't moving fast enough, so I began to tug at her arm again. She picked up her pace and hurried behind me.

"You're almost scaring me."

"Yeah?" I asked, with growing optimism in my voice. I held up the camera I'd been carrying in my other hand, as to confirm her escalating apprehension.

"I have to pee."

"No time!"

As I crossed the beach for a second time that morning, I noticed the sun now splattered the clouds gold and orange, but the mountains still kept the rays clear of the land, leaving the sand cool with a pleasant lavender tint, like faded eye shadow. Even with the clarity morning brings, I still didn't know how to feel about Kelly giving herself to Jerry, but as I headed back to camp for my camera, I knew I had to share my find with her.

She again asked where we were going, as I led her along the damp rocks that formed one side of the cove. We'd cleared the peak of the rock jetty, and could now see into the cove. I stepped down a ways and searched the water.

"What are we looking for?"

"You'll see. If we didn't miss it."

The water in the cove was deep, but the white sand along the bottom bounced just enough dim morning light to make the clear water glow. Most of the cove floor was visible with the exception of a few large patches of kelp along the far wall. Then, emerging from one of the large black kelp patches came something like a missile. It continued to stretch outwards and grow, until it finally separated and moved towards us. The way it snaked along the ocean floor it couldn't be anything other than a shark. The length was anywhere from ten to fifteen feet and I have no idea what kind, but it was big and clearly a shark.

I kneeled on the last row of rocks and held up my camera, as Kelly grabbed my shoulders and nervously dug in her fingers.

"Is that..."

"Oh yeah!"

"We need to back up. We're standing too close."

"I think we're fine."

"I'm never going in there again, you know that, right?"

"Is that so?" I challenged, and then grabbed her arm and jerked her off balance for a moment. She screamed, and almost knocked me in trying to push back against the rocks.

"Ali, don't even play."

I turned around laughing and saw the amused fright in her face. A rose light illuminated her skin. She was filled with vital life while the surrounding natural landscape slept quietly in morning shadows. Having spent the night in a stuffy tent after intense moving sex seemed to have no effect on her––she looked fresh and beautiful, a face straight out of a swimsuit catalogue. The mere sight of her erased any chance of living a life without her, even if I didn't yet know the way back. My insecurities hardened over into concrete confidence, and I took her face into my palms and kissed her lips softly.

"I love you, Ali. I really do."

I swept my hand down her cheek, and then across her lips as she kissed my passing fingers. We then looked back at the water, where the black creature moved slowly away from us. It entered the dark area masked by kelp, and we watched patiently to see where he'd emerge next. I had never felt such a clear distinction between land and ocean. It was hard to believe I swam in those very waters just yesterday. And then something snapped in my head, the growing confidence in me overwhelmed even my primal fear of the shark. I handed Kelly the camera.

"What are you doing Ali?"

"Just get a good shot, OK."

I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants, and then pulled off my shirt while keeping balance on the damp rocks.

"You are not going in there. Don't even pretend!"

"It's just a little cold water." I lowered my foot until it broke the surface. It was actually freezing cold water. 

She grabbed my arm. "No!"

"Just be ready to take a picture."

"I'm not letting go."

"You have to. I'll be OK."

"I do not have to."

I smiled and began lowering myself into the cold ocean, until she had to let go or come in with me.

My body suddenly plunged into the water right up to my chin. The crest of a tiny wave hit me in the mouth just as I gasped for warm air. I didn't choke but the taste of salt flooded my mouth and attacked my tongue. The shock of how cold it was gave me another good reason to pop right out again, but I had to do this. I'd stood by listening to my wife get fucked, and couldn't move to stop it. I was the one who needed to prove something to myself, and maybe her. I needed to prove it wasn't due to a lack of courage.

I dog paddled out from the rocks as Kelly complained. Being so close to the surface of the water made it harder to see into it, leaving Kelly with the task of informing me to the shark's whereabouts.

"Is he still in the kelp?"

"I don't see him."

"Shit, he might have swum back out to sea."

"Good! Come back to the rocks."

"Almost. Just give him a few more seconds."

Kelly's eyes shot open desperately wide. "Ali, here he comes. Get out!"

"Get a picture, quick!"

I could see him now––shooting out of the kelp straight for me. Kelly snapped two pictures as the shadowy predator quickly crossed over the white sand. I swam the few yards back to the rocks as she waved at me frantically and shouted, "Hurry, hurry, hurry!" I took hold of the smooth wet rocks and tried to plant a foot on a thin ledge while fighting against an undercurrent. With every bit of strength I had, I locked my fingers into two shallow pits, and pulled myself against the rock, while my legs lifted me up. I scrambled quickly up the first shelf of rock with Kelly pulling on my armpits. When I turned around I saw the shark had changed course and now headed back out to sea. I have no way of knowing exactly when he lost interest in me, but I'm convinced it wasn't until my heels left the water. It was the craziest, bravest thing I'd ever done, and adrenaline exploded through my body.

As soon as I sat up, she kissed me on the lips and then punched me twice in the chest. "Why would you do that to me? You scared me to death."

"Just please tell me you got a picture."

She handed me the camera and we took a moment to view the images. She was upset with me, but not really, and more than anything she was excited and loaded with adrenaline herself. As we settled down, however, the sea breeze picked up, and she stood, rubbing a hand speedily along her exposed legs.

"I think I need to get something warmer on and I still have to pee."

I didn't immediately stand up. Our moment would end if we returned to camp, she must have known that. I just snapped, and without thinking I firmly stated, "I see, can't wait to get back to Jerry, huh?"

She smiled teasingly. "Well, he does run pretty hot."

I inhaled a deep troubled breath, before I realized I was doing it and stopped.

"What's wrong? Jerry? Again?"

"It's nothing."

She sat back down on the rocks. "Ali, I'd be lying if I said I understood how you feel, because I don't understand it. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining that get I get to screw any handsome guy I feel like, but I'll never really understand what you get out of it."

"Trust me, I puzzle over it myself."

"Then you can't expect me to read your mind. Is it just Jerry, or has everything changed?"

"I don't know, did you sleep with him?"

Her face froze. She struggled with the truth. "You never said anything to him last night. I asked him if you had."

"Look, I heard you fuck him, OK." 

Her sympathetic eyebrows twisted up in painful confusion. 

"OK, let me try to explain what I get out of this. As horrible as it sounds, and please don't get mad, but when I think about you with Seth, I imagine it playing out like some porno. But with Jerry..."

"So it is just Jerry!"

"Yeah, pretty much."

She chuckled. "And here I thought you two would make great friends"

"I like him fine." She was looking out over the ocean, unable to face me, so I gently guided her cheek until our eyes met. If I was about to bare my soul I needed to know if it received a truthful response. "I want you to imagine you weren't with me. Could you see yourself going somewhere with him?"

She paused as her hand went up to pinch a loose strand of hair. "No, I don't think I could!"

"Well, what I heard last night sounded-"

"I can't imagine being without you, so no, I couldn't!"

"But you do like him?"

"What is this, Ali? You're right, he's not like Scotty or Seth. He's actually a decent guy. Is that what's bothering you?"

"I don't know. Maybe?"

"OK, so as long as some guy is treating me like a porn star, that's fine. But if someone actually sees more than a pair of tits he can fuck, you get jealous?"

"That almost sounds correct, and I know it also sounds pretty shitty. I like to watch you get fucked. I just don't have the stomach for anything more going on."

"Well I'm not twenty anymore. Showing my tits to a bunch of guys and blowing some guy's mind with crazy sex used to make me feel like hot shit, but there's no dignity in that kind of attention. I'm thirty, Ali, I'd like to think I have more to offer than that. And I'll be honest, Jerry turns me on more than the other's ever did. I like having a guy find me sexy, fun and interesting, and not just some vapid slut he can stick it in."

She leaned against me for a hug, seemingly in need of comforting from her own words. I held her tightly. My love for her was greater than my twisted fantasies. It would hurt to give them up, but clearly we'd come to a crossroads.

"I need you to understand something else, too. I've always kind of jumped into things with guys. It's like I'd be totally into what they were doing, what music they liked, how good they are with a spear gun..." She waited for me to smile. "And I'd rush right into their world, all of it. I'd soak up as much of them as I possibly could. But it's never really been about them. I was actually just bored of being me. Anything was more fascinating. But their worlds become so boring, so fast. Far more boring than mine ever was. And the thing is, with you, I've never grown tired of it. I never want to stop being part of your world."

I kissed her head. "I'm not about to lose you, Kelly. Don't ever worry about that. So I don't want you to do anything that makes you feel less than you really are, agreed?"

A tear ran down her cheek. "Agreed."

"Besides, boring? You? I'm the boring one." I began to stroke her hair and pressed her head against my chest. "It's actually funny. Growing up I always had this stupid fantasy some beautiful agent lady with huge sunglasses and dangling jewelry would discover me. Some chick whose job was spotting the next big thing, would look me over from head to toe and scream that all my lame attempts to dress down and all my lame attempts to act like I didn't give a shit about being noticed, added up to me being the fucking shit. And once she said it, people would have to agree, and I'd become this super Kurt Cobain anit-hero." 

Kelly straightened her posture and leaned her forehead against mine. "There's no way you ever weren't fucking cool. You're the shit and you know it!" Her nostalgic phrasing emphasized her sincerity.

"Maybe. But only because of you. And you'd probably get pretty bored of my world prior to you being in it."

There was a lull in the small waves popping against the rocks, making it seem as if something big was brewing out at sea, something so powerful it could suck the shark down like a wet noodle. My adrenaline had worn off, and the Pacific breeze on my wet skin grew unbearable. I stood up to put on my shirt and sweatpants, and Kelly got to her feet as well. As much as I wanted to drag the moment on forever, she had to get warmed up, and so we carefully climbed down off the rocks onto the beach again.

Little was said on our walk back to camp. I kept my arm around her, clutching her to my side. As we neared camp I let go and allowed some space between us. From the other side of the tall beach grass, Fenton and Jerry were saying good morning.

***

"That's her, Aleee. She's watching my boat and she's watching my back."




My Kinky WIfe Slips Up Again



The girl in the picture looked young. In fact, she could've passed as a very young Kelly. "Is she even sixteen?"

He pocketed his phone with her picture and winked. "If she's old enough to drive, she's old enough to be driven."

"Really?" Kelly interrupted from the neighboring camp as she sipped coffee with Jerry. Her eyebrows were cocked in disgust, but her eyes were slanted in pitying amusement.

"I'm only messing with you. She's nineteen. But she's saying I gotta clear my boat out of the lot before the owner of the slip tries to dock tonight and finds my boat there. Ha!" He went back to collapsing his tent. "Sorry I gotta bail so soon, but this is my boat we're talking about."

I shook my head like it was a bummer, when in actuality I could only think about Kelly being all mine again. "I think I'm gonna stick around and drive out later this afternoon."

"Whatever works, Shark King!"

I'd shown both Fenton and Jerry the pictures of me swimming with the shark. Jerry said it was probably a great white who swam inland to hunt for seals, which made my stunt seem even crazier than I'd realized. When Fenton heard that, he quickly dubbed me 'Shark King'.

Once he'd packed, I lugged his gear up to the end of the ranger trail while he drove down his car. As I walked out of camp with the last of it, Kelly called to me, saying I should check out the awesome view from up top. The sun was now over the cliff and lit up the beach with gorgeous light, but she'd eluded to something else, something I was too tired to pick up on at the time. I didn't think any more about it until I set the last of Fenton's gear down and stood overlooking the beach and breathed in the salty air. Then, in the small window through the brush revealing Jerry's camp, I saw my wife sitting on Jerry's lap as she kissed him. They were too far away to be sure of anything, but it looked like her tank top was gone. I took Fenton's camera from its bag and attached the telephoto lens. I located the clearing in the magnified viewer. Yup, she was topless. She moved Jerry's hand to her bare breast, and he gently kneaded it as they held each other's heads in a passionate kiss. It made me wonder if I'd only imagined our conversation down on the beach that morning. But she'd told me to check out the view, hadn't she? She wanted me to catch her kissing Jerry. Her kiss to him was meant for me, even if I didn't understand why.

She slid off his lap and kneeled at his feet, her hand tracing the inner seam of his shorts until she moved it to the snap above his crotch. Jerry's shorts came down to his ankles, and his massive hardon sprung upwards. My wife took hold of his thick member and began slowly stroking it. They were gentle dutiful strokes, meant to keep him hard and upright so she could marvel at its form. Her blue eyes were transfixed, just inches away from the swollen head, and widening with awe. Naughtiness tugged the corners of her mouth, until her tongue peeked out and slowly licked her upper lip. She gazed up at him, her lids half shut and her lips pursed as if softly confessing her secret crush. Her attention returned to his dick, which had grown larger and dwarfed her small hand. Her tongue appeared again, extending towards the base of his shaft. I could hardly breathe. It had been years since I'd seen her acting like a slut for another man's cock. True jealousy was nowhere to be found, only a desperate need to see her mouth engulf his huge dick completely.

The escalating scene whizzed away in a streaky blur as I lowered the camera, startled by tires crunching along the gravely dirt road behind me. Fenton's Mini Cooper approached in a wake of dust, as anxiousness caused my foot to tap rapidly on the ground. Damn it!

He pulled up alongside me, his arm hanging out the window. "Pack me up, Shark King!" He stepped out and we lifted the ice chest, little stove, and big duffle into the rear of his Cooper. I literally threw his backpacks into the back, wanting badly to return to my wife's show. I then shook Fenton's hand firmly and patted him on the back as I said a quick goodbye and a thanks. But he wouldn't get in his car. He stood there looking at me like I was crazy, a grin warming up his otherwise accusing expression.

"You gonna give me my camera, man?"

I suddenly realized the camera still hung around my neck. We'd packed the case, but I forgot to put the camera inside it. I shook my head at my own absentminded mistake, as I pulled it off and handed it over.

He took it, but didn't leave. Instead he stepped towards the hillside and peered through to camera. "Whatchu looking at, Aleee?" He found Jerry and my wife before I could answer. "Aw sheeeet!"

There was no way to explain myself, I'd been peeping and got busted. And there was no way Fenton wouldn't be privy to wife's progressing infidelity. But none of that fazed me, I was only concerned with seeing for myself, so I stepped up beside Fenton and asked what they were up to.

"Finishing what they started yesterday, what do you think?"

Without the camera I had a hard time telling what I saw, but I'm pretty sure it was her head bobbing in his lap.

"Alright, what the fuck are they doing now?"

"I'd tell you, but that would be infringing upon our neighbor's privacy."

"Fuck you!" I took the camera from him, while his haughty-ass laughed. One look down the hill and I was caught up on the action. My wife had his cock in her mouth, and was not only blowing him, but letting it poke at the sides if her cheeks in a very lewd way. It stretched her cheek out so far I thought it might pop through like the chest-burster in Alien. She then pulled it from the moist confines of her mouth and stared up towards her lover, saying something I couldn't hear. She jacked him vigorously and then pounced on the rigid column of meat. She bobbed two times, causing such unexpected elation in Jerry that his hands went for the back of her head. Fingers touching down on her hair only riled her up, and with two bobs more she had to be taking him into her throat. His dark eyes grew, stoked by the ravenous little girl on his dick, and his elbows rose to firm his grip, cautiously feeling his head squeeze into the soft relaxed tunnel.

My wife was working on his cock like a slut, like it was her calling in life to service men. She'd become that twenty-three-year-old I'd first met, so horny her pussy popped like a water balloon the instant you touched her, and she gave it to Jerry––gave him everything she had. He now knew what he was up against as she took even more of his dick down the tube beyond her tongue, and he rolled his head backwards and muttered something into the air, as if thanking God for the young, sexed-up, hot piece-of-ass sucking him like a hardcore pro. Then I had to surrender the camera back to Fenton, who had to see for himself what nastiness boldly brewed below.

"There's a girly who knows no shame. Shit, there's a girly who likes to please on her knees." He grabbed his crotch with his free hand. "Betchya she couldn't swallow all of me." I checked out his crotch, which didn't reveal any evidence to support his claim. He'd looked away from the camera just long enough to catch me looking. "I ain't saying I'm huge right now, but my dick goes Voltron before battle. When I'm hard, pussies quake with fear!"

As he feasted on the action again, I tried to get a taste with my naked eye. Having just seen the couple through the zoom lens, I could mentally fill in the details and vaguely make out what went on. My wife bobbed fiercely on his cock as Jerry leaned back so far he almost fell off the log. A few minutes later he moved her starved mouth from his massive erection, and my wife stood up. 

"Man-o-man, that guy is hung. And she packed that shit in her throat."

Jerry grabbed the stretchy shorts and yanked them down my wife's legs. I clearly made out their figures once they'd separated. Jerry grabbed the back of her head and pressed her lips to his. They kissed fast and quick, his hand finding her hairless crotch in the process. Her head rolled back as his fingers most likely teased her needy pussy. His body then got in the way, but I could only imagine he was still lathering up her Netherlands.

For a few minutes I stared at his distant back, and then his shorts dropped to the ground. When he stepped aside to kick them from his ankles, I could see my wife laying on the smooth log with her knees pointing up and parted.

"There's no way that little fine-piece-of-ass can take that thing."

Jerry spun her to the side, and moved into position with a quick assertive swagger.

"Oh shit, it fit! And he looks pretty happy about it."

Hearing Fenton report my wife just had another man's cock enter her hot juicy cunt punched me back into such a mixed bag of emotions I almost threw up. All Fenton saw, however, was a slut getting nailed. And that's exactly what it was. My wife was a total slut for Jerry––for me. Goddammit I loved her!

"Look at those legs. He's spreading them wider, and wider––shit, look at her split in half, she must be a gymnast."

'A figure skater!' I corrected in my head.

"Oh yeah, he's giving it to her in the one-eighty splits." He licked his lips. "And she likes it like that!"

Fenton didn't lie. My wife was limber, I could push her legs apart until they formed a vertical line from toe to toe.

"Man, if I had a chick who could spread eagle like that, I'd hold down her foot with mine, stretch her other foot over my head, and pluck that pussy like a standup bass."

I snorted laughter. His comment caught me completely off guard.

"You like that one, huh?" He then began making bass noises to the tune of 'Rawhide' and plucking his finger in the air.

With his face against the camera again, he shouted, "Whoa, look at that. Those legs don't just come apart––they go all the way back! Oh, it doesn't go in any deeper than that. Aw yeah, he's giving her booty the giddy-up hand." Fenton then presented me with the camera, saying, "You have to see this!"

As I looked upon my wife, my dick just about to bust out of my pants like the Incredible Hulk. My wife had slipped off the log so her butt rested on Jerry's hips. He knelt in the sand while she leaned her back against the log. Her knees were up by her ears, where Jerry held them firmly in place. He rocked his pelvis upwards with determined force, driving deep into Kelly's wide open pussy. I could see his cock was huge, and getting wetter with every plunge.

My wife's face was an emotional eddy, her eyes pleaded for mercy while her hands clutched his ass and pulled him in for more. She was about to come. A lump formed in my throat. Jerry thrust all the way in and swayed his hips in a side to side grind, and that made it happen for her. Her jaw dropped, her eyes shut, and her head tilted to the side. He gently kissed her cheek as she quivered in orgasm beneath him. He allowed one of her legs to drop, freeing his hand to run a finger over her lips. She tried to suck it, but her climax was so intense she couldn't keep her lips sealed around it. Instead he lowered his hand to her chest and began to vigorously massage her tit. 

Fenton pulled his camera back just as she was coming. "He's got her right where he wants her. Look at those toes curl! Whump! Whump! Whump! And boom goes the dynamite!" He brought the camera down and looked at his phone. "Shit, I gotta bolt or my boats getting towed for sure."

As he patted me on back and jumped into his Mini Cooper, I felt a weird loss of heart. My voyeur partner was leaving, and that once again made me the freaky husband who got off watching some guy stick it to his wife. As he drove off and the dust cloud settled along the road, I felt suddenly alone. Without much thought to what I was doing, I began to walk down the tiny road to our camp. About a hundred feet away I could hear my wife. Once again she was calling out Jerry's name, asking him to "make her blush." Unlike the prior night, however, I found my feet unable to stop walking. The small leafed shrub along our campsite would've made perfect cover, but I walked right past it. I kept walking until I saw her stretchy striped shorts flat on the ground, dust spilling over one leg, looking like unsettling evidence at a crime scene. I imagined my next two steps would reveal a cluster of concerned cops, all dreading informing the husband what his slut got up to. Butterflies plagued my stomach¬¬––even though I'd just seen everything and knew damn well my wife was being fucked less than ten yards away. My feet kept moving, the heat in my neck burning, but something greater than jealousy pumped blood straight into my cock and into that mystical little chunk of brain responsible for sheer fucking ecstasy.

The first I saw of them was Jerry's back, wide and pitted, like a large carved wooden butterfly lived under his skin. One more step and I saw Kelly's shins framing either side of his back with her pointed feet hugging against his butt cheeks. She sat on the smooth log, her legs pushed back to her shoulders, stretching her ass around into a large sphere, which his hips fell against steadily. Her hands were at his waist, in a cautious position incase his size became too much. It didn't. He went slowly, her feet moving with his ass, as if braced on attached stirrups. Her knees widened as he pushed fully forwards, and a gasp caused me to envision her collapsing face somewhere beneath his neck, wavering between bliss and tension, between clam seas and crashing waves.

I'd stopped by then, standing in the wide open space between the last full shrub and the naked moaning union of my wife and Jerry, sex-locked into one creature. He pulled off her some, his feet sliding apart and lowering his ass. I could see my wife's face, her expression exactly as I'd imagined. Her hands moved to his chest as it rose, but the touch was gentle, as if her fingertips alone could guarantee its return. She smiled when it did return, and then faintly grimaced as his hips came down right after, parking the big cock deep inside.

Only one eye opened at first, immediately shutting again, making me go away, but then both slowly opened, and a sanguine smile spread across her face. She was undeterred by my presence, continuing to let Jerry have his way with her.

"Did you enjoy the view up there?"

I nodded my response.

Jerry looked down at her, confused. When he noticed her eyes elsewhere, he began to lift off her and turn towards me. Her feet darted forwards just enough to hook his ass and catch him. His cock never disengaged. His blue eyes squinted uncomfortably, apologizing to me as he helplessly obeyed her––a brazenly insincere apology.

"Fenton's go-ne?" Her voice fluttered as his dick returned to its impressive depth.

I nodded again.

"Well, I'm just saying good-bye to Jerry."

There was mild concern in her voice despite the joke, and Jerry, although still fully in her, hadn't resumed fucking. He just stayed over her, waiting for some kind of conformation from me. I joked back, putting them both at ease. "Ever hear of a handshake?"

"Mmmm. I'm about to shake all over, honey." 

My joke worked, or maybe it was Kelly's, because Jerry's hips returned to business, his head dropping down to kiss my wife's forehead. Her bottom lip hung twitching, her breath unsteady and her eyes wavering under dark sensual lids. Her face conveyed how fucking good his cock felt, and her pelvis found a sexual rhythm she couldn't stop even if a train headed her way.

As Jerry got back into it, his body began to move closer with each thrust, until I could only see her eye peeking over his shoulder. Her lashes flinched and white appeared as her irises rolled back into her head. And then his broad cut shoulder jerked forward and hid my wife completely. At the same time her knees fell away from him, the soles of her feet now flat against his sides. She'd spread herself wide open for that big cock. At this point I realized he whispered into her ear. I know he tried to make a private connection with her, and to exclude the guy standing ten feet away just watching.

A French manicure crept over his shoulders, and then Kelly lifted him off her. This time they separated, his huge erection awkwardly bumping her butt as she turned around and leaned forwards. She wasn't quite kneeling, but her knees bent low as she braced her arms on the smooth log. She was then taken from behind.

I'd been watching her sexy ass jiggle in tight shorts all morning, imagining the moment when I could finally peel them down and get my hands on those magnificent hardboiled eggs underneath. Apparently Jerry had the same idea. Kelly, eyes to me, glassy and glazed, revealing the true depth at which he penetrated her, called back to him, "Oh God, Jerry, you are going to make me scream right in front of my husband!"

Jerry, without breaking stride, began to lean over her again, his chest on her back, his arm running along hers to hold her hand to the log. This caused his head to block her view of me again, almost like he was protecting her, forcing her to look at him, to keep her away from our strange arrangement.

It didn't take a genius to know he was uncomfortable with me around. My wife egged him on, wanting dearly to be a slut for me, but Jerry was trying to blot me out of existence. Of course I couldn't blame him––even I would get weirded out banging a girl in front of another guy. I mean, what did he think of me standing there like a tool, just standing there watching him bone my wife? I suddenly felt like I was bobbing in the ocean between the rock jetty and the great white, and oh how I regretted not ducking behind that last shrub when I had the chance.

Kelly finally rescued me from my awkward predicament. With Jerry hugging himself against her, my wife squeezed her head out from under his, and asked, "So why do you still have your clothes on?"

It took me a moment to decipher her question, and then I had to ask it myself a few more times. Why did I still have my clothes on? Until right then joining her with one of her lovers had never crossed my mind. But really, why the fuck not?

I zipped out of my shorts, your-word-is-my-command like. I pulled my feet loose as the shorts collapsed to the ground, and approached my wife in mid coitus. I stepped to the other side of the smooth log and kissed her on the mouth. Jerry backed his head away as I did. In fact, he began to step away, but Kelly turned around and grabbed his forearm. "No, no, no, Jer, please don't stop."

"I don't know about this, it's not really my thing, you know."

One of her hands moved to his cock, slick with her juice. Her fingers squeezed and brought the condom covered skin partially over the bell-shaped head. I could not believe how big it looked in her hand as she jacked him off. "Just try. I'll make it worth your while, I promise. I'll do anything. Anything you want"

He sucked in a ton of air, and then raised her arm to the sky and spun her around like a dance move. Front to back now, he guided his dick towards her butt again. Kelly stared straight at me, eyes weightlessly lifting into her head as he sunk into her pussy. She fell forwards onto the log, holding herself up with only one arm, and grabbing my dick with the other. Her tongue touched the tip of my cock, her breath coming in bursts as his body smacked hers.

Jerry still held back. Craziness tugged at his early crow's-feet, but for the most part he stayed expressionless. Even as he screwed my beautiful wife his focus was elsewhere, on some painful psychology being worked out in his own head. Jerry wasn't a true player, he swam in deeper waters. I'd known that all along.

Kelly's ass began to grind, up and down, forwards and back. The roll became intense, her back sinking and rising as her lips sealed around the head of my cock. Jerry barely moved, he just stared down, watching the assiduous ass gobble up his cock. It had taken on a life of its own, his entire shaft sticking out of it, glistening, stiff and red, and then her butt rocked back and slurped his cock up completely, landing against him with a wet thud. Her gorgeous legs worked hard to keep it up. I loved the shape of them, with just enough feminine padding to smooth her fit muscles into simple curves of womanly perfection. The one give away to her underlying strength was an indent running the length of her thigh––and as she forced her ass on Jerry's cock, the indent deepened into a slit. 




My Kinky Wife Slips Up



Lots a goading came as the losing team arrived, which lead to a Panthers vs. Maple Leaves pool tournament. They played eight ball with four players on a table and the Panthers drafted Kelly to balance out the numbers. She only had three shots in three games and missed them all, but Aaron cleared the table with authority. They'd already planned to flash their asses at the Maple Leaves when the tournament ended, but upon learning Kelly would be joining in, Seth started bouncing around saying he had a much better idea. The plan for a winner's line of bared asses was ditched in favor of Kelly performing a solo stunt. When she heard what the plan entailed, she declined, but they'd pumped another Sea Breeze into her and Seth kept insisting it would be the ultimate way to humiliate the Maple Leaves. Handing Kelly yet another Sea Breeze, Seth whispered, "If you didn't have such a perfect ass the gag wouldn't mean shit and I wouldn't even ask." For close to ten minutes straight he kept on about her perfect skaters ass, enlisting a few of his teammates to chime in on the subject until all the flattery and alcohol surpassed her inhibitions and she agreed, which prompted a cheer from the Panthers.

Next thing she knew, she and Seth were on the other side of the bar with Aaron on lookout. Kelly dropped her pants and Seth drew a large 6 and a 2 on the un-tanned skin of her butt. Six to two was the final score of their game, with the Panthers dominating all three periods.

Seth couldn't wait for the end of the pool tournament, and called for everyone's attention early. Kelly stood directly in front of Seth, and felt a rush of heat and nerves as the room quieted and looked her way. She was flanked by six or so Panthers on either side, then Seth shouted, "We know it sucks to lose ----well not really, but we know it must suck----so we wanted to make this as sweet for the Maple Leaves as possible and we got you a gift." Kelly then turned around, pinched the hem of her jeans, and pulled them down to expose her fat fit ass. The guys all shouted around her, "Wooo, wooo, wooo!" As they chanted, they also crushed in on her to point straight at the big black numbers. At the moment she'd dropped her pants, Seth had leaned over her to point down at her ass, and had placed his other palm on her back for support. He jumped up and down like a kid, and Kelly had to fold over at the waist to get out of his way, which caused her ass to flare outwards and protrude to an even fuller size. Seth began pointing from one cheek to the other, reading off the numbers as he did. Soon the team chanted along, and what she expected to be a quick flash dragged on for at least a full minute. The more riled up Seth became, the further he leaned forward, putting added pressure on her back and forcing her to bend until her head was on par with her knees. The guys on either side continued to shout and close in, bumping her hips, and requiring her to place her hands on the floor for support. She was stuck there with no way to pull her pants up, as the six-two-six-two chant continued to grow in volume. Despite her growing concern, she claimed the situation made her pussy tingle like mad. Then suddenly she felt a finger poke her butt accidentally, and then another and another, which caused her to doubt they were accidents at all.

She finally walked her feet forwards towards her hands, and having to squat slightly to do this resulted in her jeans inching further down her thigh. She felt a final spank as her ass moved away from the line and the guys squeezed into the gap behind her. The spank wasn't cool. As she stood up on the other side of them and alongside Seth, her pants dropped several more inches before she could catch the hem and pull them back on. She then noticed the bar tender laughing, and realized from where he stood he'd had nice peek at her neatly trimmed, dirty blond bush.

The guys laughed for a long time and Seth pulled her back out front, and kept her under his arm.

The captain of the Maple Leaves was a heavier set Cuban guy, and as soon as things settled down enough to be heard, he cocked back his head and shouted, "Shit, bring your girlfriend over here and I'll put real a score on that ass!" Burst of laughter resonated off the wood walls and the guy next to him quickly took count of his team mates. "Ten! Shit, we'll put a 'ten' on that ass."

"Eat your heart out chumps, she's our scoreboard."

"Too bad for your girlfriend, cuz we pack the real meat."

Aaron then stepped between everyone and shut the whole thing down, saying they'd all crossed a line.

The bar remained loud and rowdy for the rest of the night, and having showed her ass earned Kelly twice the attention she'd received earlier, plus she was smashed. She admitted to being as rowdy and horny as any of the guys, but Aaron never left her side, and kept things under control.

It wasn't until the crowd thinned down to about five guys that Seth grew anxious for a picture with Kelly, or more specifically----with Kelly's ass. Aaron shook his head and waved his hands, but Seth got everyone worked up about it. Kelly was a little tired of Aaron speaking over her, and politely made it clear he wasn't her keeper and that a picture wouldn't be any big deal. At a loss, he then asked about me, and how I'd take to having my wife's ass photographed with five guys. She tried to explain that I sort of didn't mind showing her off.

Seth butted in, "You guys are swingers?"

Our relationship wasn't something you could explain easily, let alone after seven Sea Breezes, and describing us as 'swingers' seemed much easier to her than the truth, and so she just smiled innocently and batted her eyelashes, leaving him to think what he wanted.

"Awesome!"

Minutes later she was bent over and bare-assed as four guys leaned in to frame her butt with their faces. Seth instructed the guys to move in closer and wasn't truly happy with the shot until their faces practically rested against her ass. Finally he snapped a picture on Aaron's cell phone, and the guys then rotated positions until each had a picture on their own cell, including a sixth one on Kelly's.

By this point in her story I'd advanced to licking and fingering her twat like a power tool. Then I felt something cold bump my forehead, and grabbing my hair she pulled me slightly away from my juicy feast. Resting on her dirty blond muff, positioned above her slobbered up pussy, sat her opened cell phone, which displayed the photographic evidence of last night's mayhem. I barely glanced at it, however, before she slid up the couch and caused it to drop on the floor. I quickly snatched it up and stared at the tiny screen in disbelief.

Her bent over ass was dead center, slightly washed out due to the flash, but not enough to hide the large 6 and 2 printed there. Aaron and some other guy were on the left, their mouths open as if issuing a war cry, and their fingers entered the shot pointing towards the score. Their faces were touching against her ass----there was no doubt about that. The guy on the top right acted much the same, but Seth, just underneath him, nestled his face against her cheek and looked towards the camera with satisfied passionate eyes. He'd nipped her butt, trapping an inch of her voluptuous flesh between his teeth, and rested his hand at the bottom of her ass, pulling ever so slightly on her right cheek, and causing it to just barely separate from the left one. In fact, if the lighting had been better it might have revealed a sliver of pussy.

I continued to stare, not knowing what to think about this. Yeah, I'd been cool with her flashing some guys her ass, but this was something else entirely.

My fantasy world came suddenly crashing down. This really happened! Some guy had really bitten my wife's ass! In the past this would have barely phased me, but she wasn't my party-girl girlfriend anymore, she was my wife. I had to get my bearings, and with all the turmoil I felt starring at the picture, I had to shut it off and look away before I could think straight again.

Kelly had disappeared into the bedroom and when I approached the doorway I could see her naked on the bed. She rubbed her clit gently and, upon seeing me approach, spread her legs wider----an invitation to take over.

I hesitated to move beyond the doorway, and so she rolled her hips and gouged herself a little deeper. "Come on baby. I want to hear how much you liked that, and then maybe I can tell you what Aaron did to me afterwards?"

Fantasy talk had returned, but my emotions remained on the fence.

"Come on baby, your naughty wife needs to be punished. Are you going to let your naughty wife get away with this?"

"I gave you permission to flash your ass, and that's all."

"I know, baby, and you saw how much the guys appreciated it."

"That picture shows a lot more than you flashing your ass."

She stopped fingering herself for a moment and stared at the ceiling, obviously frustrated.

I stepped into the room and sat on the bed. "I'm sorry, I cant help it."

"Come on honey, don't pull this. I've already had a long day of alcohol poisoning and regret. It's not the time to act stupid." She looked at me again and returned to messaging her clit. "You're not a stick in the mud. You like me naughty. You love it!"

"I'm sorry but----I don't know what to think right now."

"Yes you do." She began to roll her hips as she fingered deeper. "You want to punish your naughty wife." She fingered harder.

"Some guy bit your ass!"

"I know. You love it honey, I know you do. All those guys looking at your wife's ass----touching it. You should have seen it. You love it, I know you do."

I couldn't deny I was excited, since my raging hard-on tented my loose shorts in an obvious way.

"Come on baby, don't you want to add your score?"

Without thinking I pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts to the floor. As I crawled on top of her she grabbed my dick and guided it in. This was our first fuck in five days and she seemed even more desperate than I.

"They all got a good look at me bent over. All those eyes on your wife's naked ass."

I fucked her really hard, her pussy gushing like a soaked sponge. How had Seth referred to her? A pussy fountain? Boy was she ever!

"They all wanted to fuck me, but only Aaron could."

I grabbed her ass and flipped her over, popping my dick inside with zero friction. I went berserk, and she stabilized herself on her hands and knees. I stopped listening to what she said and concentrated on the faint black pen marks on her ass. I could still make out both numbers. They shook and jerked as my hips impacted her rear and her amazingly resilient glutes slapped back with equal force. Her Aaron fantasy wasn't doing anything for me, but that big 6 and 2 sure the fuck were.

"Forget about fucking Aaron. Tell me again how it felt having all the guys look at your ass."

"Gre----unh----great!"

I picked up the pace, the meaty punch sound getting very loud in the room.

"Did Seth touch your ass?"

"All them----unh----all of them did."

"Did Seth fuck you?"

"No!"

"Yes he did. Tell me how Mr. Smooth took you outback and fucked you."

"No----unh----unh----nothing happened with Seth. Not him."

"Come on baby, he fucked you royally."

"No he didn't. He couldn't have me. He's----unh----unh----a jerk."

"He sounds like Scottie to me."

"Unh----unh----unh----totally! Oh god I'm coming!"

Despite what she'd said about the guy, her screaming orgasm told me otherwise. I pumped her as hard as I could, then pulled free, stomped to her end of the bed, and let her catch a load in the mouth. I held clumps of her dirty blond hair and kept her face on my cock until she swallowed five days worth very loudly.

"What the fuck am I going to do with a naughty wife like you?"

She finally pulled her head from my grasp and used her forearm to wipe the come off her big smile.

"Keep on feeding me?"

It took Kelly two weeks to get over the embarrassment of her drunken night out and meet with Aaron again, but it wasn't for a lesson. Aaron needed to moan into my wife's ear about his girlfriend troubles, and Kelly, as usual, felt like she couldn't say no. She went with my blessings, however, because we hadn't made love since the night she'd recounted the incident to me and I hoped seeing Aaron would turn that around.

Half an hour after leaving to meet him, she called, asking me to come 'save her'. It seems Seth had turned up and had already persuaded her to have a second Sea Breeze. When I told her to just come home, she said she couldn't, because Seth's idea of comforting Aaron was to continually state how he should kick his girlfriend's ass to the curb, and she worried Aaron might get drunk enough to listen to him. I said I'd need about twenty minutes to eat some something, secretly hoping things might escalate a bit further in my absence.

Arriving at the Crown Jewel I found them all seated in a booth, with Seth's face down on the table and hidden in his arms. Kelly sat on the inside next to him, rubbing his back. It looked to me like Seth was in need of her comforting, not Aaron.

I announced my arrival by saying, "Everyone enjoying their time in the penalty box?"

Seth raised his head. "According to Kelly I belong in the idiot box."

"I didn't say you were an idiot, I said the idea that a man and a woman can't just be friends is idiotic."

"So what I said is idiotic----isn't that basically saying I'm an idiot?"

"No."

Seth then pointed to me as I sat by Aaron. "And I bet Alistair backs me up on this----no man and woman can be best buddies without some ulterior sexual motive, especially if they've bumped uglies in the past. Wouldn't you say that's true?"

Before I could answer, Kelly screamed. "They were friends long before they were lovers, and as lovers they didn't work out, so they are friends again. Can't you see how that makes for a completely safe friendship----they already know better than to sleep with each other.

"I take it this is about Aaron's girlfriend?"

"Yes!" She tilted her head at Seth. "So according to you, Seth, Aaron and I can't be friends without me being unfaithful to Alistair? Al, are you jealous of Aaron?"

"Should I be?"

Seth got up laughing. "I'm getting a drink!"

He took my order and Aaron's, but Kelly was done for the night.

I sat next to her and she brought me up to date on Aaron's dilemma. It was actually very simple, his girlfriend remained friends with her ex-boyfriend, and she'd left Aaron alone for a night to accompany her ex to an art opening. She was into that kind of thing and Aaron wasn't, so it seemed OK to me.

Seth returned with the drinks, including a Sea Breeze for Kelly. "I thought about it at the bar----Alistair isn't jealous because you two are swingers!"

Aaron laughed out loud and then quickly zipped his lips.

"Am I right or what?"

I looked at Kelly and played stupid just to tease her. "You told them?"

Her sympathetic eyebrows grew dreadfully pitiful. She grabbed the Sea Breeze in front of her and took a long sip, her face glowing beat red. "Sorry honey, it just kinda slipped out."

From there we talked, joked and finished our drinks, and then Seth started teasing Kelly about being a lousy pool player. Next thing I know were huddled around the pool table at the other end of the bar, as Seth and Aaron argued about who was the better pool player and would partner with Kelly----the worst of us. They played a game between them to settle it.

Aaron broke, dropping a solid, and for his follow up shot he took his time scouring the table for something remotely promising. Seth assumed the role of an evil sports commentator, saying, "Looks bad for the underrated hockey player. All those balls----too many balls----no way to get one ball past another..." Kelly was sitting on my lap with her fourth Sea Breeze, burying her face into my neck to conceal her laughter.

Aaron extended the very same courtesy to Seth on his shot, saying, "Oh man, you're looking sluggish, dude. All that extra weight you've been putting on must be slowing you down."

Seth banged his head on the pool table, laughing. Then he stood up. "What are you even talking about?"

"I'm just saying, you've been eating a lot of cheeseburgers lately."

Still laughing, Seth set his pool cue on the table and lifted up his shirt. "Does it look like I've been eating a lot of cheeseburgers?" He practically had a washboard. He then turned to us. "Kelly, what do you think? Do you see a cheeseburger anywhere?"

"Very nice Seth, and now you can pull your shirt back down."

The game went fast with Seth coming up victorious, and upon doing so, ran screaming to the bar with his hands up in the air. When he returned he had drinks for everyone. He set Kelly's fresh Sea Breeze on the little table next to us. "It'll help you relax, and being relaxed is an important part of the game." He smiled brazenly and then went to find her a suitable pool stick.

As she got up off my lap, she whispered, "Do not let me drink this."

"To be honest, babe, I'm hoping to get you a little drunk." Just in case there was any doubt to my meaning, I pinched her bottom.

She punched my arm in return. "You're terrible."

During the game Seth 'helped' her line up a few shots by leaning over her and guiding the pool cue. Aaron and I were winning, but the two of them had all the fun. She'd finished her Sea Breeze and actually made a shot, so I rewarded her bottom with a little spank. The next time she sunk a ball Seth did the spanking, eliciting a surprised look from her.

I finally pocketed the eight-ball and won the game, then demanded my winners kiss.

As I smoomched Kelly good, Seth shoved the triangle in Aaron's hand.

"Rematch?"

"Sure."

During the next game Aaron grabbed Seth's phone from the tiny cocktail table, flipped it open and started tapping away. "Kelly, you need to make Seth delete his picture from the other night."

"I want all those pictures deleted."

"His is bad!"

He handed the phone to Kelly and she hesitantly opened it as I rubbed her back. Seth looked horrified. "Dude, what the fuck are you doing?"

"I told you to delete it."

"Don't fucking show them that."

It was too late----Kelly had the phone open and I could see it over her shoulder. It wasn't much different than the one on Kelly's phone, but here Seth's hand wasn't just against her ass----he firmly cupped the bottom of her left cheek and spread it to that side. The lighting was much better in this image, so I could clearly see Kelly's bent over snatch and Seth's finger tips parting the folds open. He hadn't bitten her this time----he actually stuck out his tongue until it touched the 'pussy fountain'.

Seth immediately began apologizing. "Man I was so drunk. We were all goofing around and I didn't even realize what I was doing. And it was our faces in it----you can't identify Kelly, so I figured it was a safe goof." He was more or less directing his apology to me. "I know I fucked up. It was totally uncool of me, man!"

I whispered to Kelly, "I think you forgot to mention this part."

"I'm so sorry, honey. I should have said something, I know should've, but you started to get so mad about the one on my phone. I was just scared you'd get even madder. And I had no idea what he was up to back there or I never would have allowed it."

Seth continued apologizing as she figured out how to erase the picture and did.

I brushed her hair. "I really don't feel like getting upset about it all over again." If I'd seen the picture in the privacy of our home it probably would have made me so horny I would've fucked her on the spot. But having Aaron and Seth around was fucking embarrassing. With a little anger I said loud enough for them to hear, "Fuck it, were swingers, right? What do I care, right?"




My Kinky Wife Slips Up



She handed the phone back to Seth but continued to look at me.

"I swear to god I'm so sorry, honey."

Things cooled down after that incident. A line had been crossed, and I'd made the situation slightly uncomfortable. After our second game ended, Aaron and Seth put away the pool cues and returned the balls at the bar. While they were gone, Kelly grabbed my dick and said she'd make me forgive her as soon as we got home. Then she made her way to the ladies room.

When Seth returned he apologized again, and then made a tempting offer, which was to go someplace and smoke a joint, referring to it as a peace pipe.

I then excused myself and waited for Kelly in the alcove leading to the bathrooms. When she came out, I grabbed her and pushed her into the corner. With her back against the wall I kissed her deeply. My hands ran over her body, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples through her white blouse. I bit her earlobe and breathed heavy words, "You had a guy's tongue inside you, babe."

"Oh god, I know should've told you, I'm so sorry."

"I think your going to need to be punished in a very bad way."

"Please, don't start this here----not now. Wait until we get home and I'll do whatever you want."

"Fine, because I just invited Seth and Aaron back to our house for some pot."

She bit her lower lip and got an 'oh shit!' look in her eye. She'd be fending off Seth's advances for the rest of the night and she knew it. A fitting punishment indeed!

They followed us for the short eight block drive, while she rubbed my dick through my pants and said, "Make sure they don't hang around too long, because the sooner they leave the sooner my plans for you begin."

"Really? So you don't plan on inviting anymore strange tongues into your pussy tonight?"

"Hey, you're the one who invited that horny bastard back to our house! I should give his big dick a little treat just to teach you a lesson. What do you think about that?"

She'd screwed up, and was doing her best to turn it into our game, which was fine by me.

"Big dick? Don't tell me you've been peeking at his package all night?"

"Whoops!"

We turned into our driveway and she moved her hand off my crotch. "No more than an hour and then we chase them out, OK?"

"OK, but a lot of fun can be had in an hour."

"Hey, no more kidding around, there isn't going to be any games while they're here, promise?"

I maintained a devilish expression that promised no such thing.

"Really honey, don't give Seth anymore wrong ideas or he'll never stop."

After meeting up at our house, we smoked out in my tool shed, which was a miniature metal barn barely big enough to hold the four of us and pitch black inside. As we passed the joint we couldn't help bumping into one another, until finally someone pinched, and then there was a push, and suddenly hands were flying everywhere until we spilled out of the door and onto the grass, laughing hysterically. Just two hits and I'd felt it, and Kelly couldn't stop smiling so I know she did too.

Back in the house she screamed, "Oh my god, I forgot I TVOD the winter finals! We have to watch it!"

For the next ten minutes we sat around the TV and watched couples figure skating as Kelly narrated, telling us what moves she could and couldn't do and who was the best at what. Aaron interrupted her, saying, "There's a lot of crotch grabbing going on."

He was referring to a move featuring a guy holding a girl in the splits over his head with one hand as he circled the ice.

"No shit. His hand's right on the button."

"You guys!"

"And I thought all these guys were gay."

"They are----that's how they get away with copping a feel during prime time. They should let some hockey players out there with those chicks, and put that shit on the adult channel"

"Or just put a stripper pole out there."

"You guys!"

I finally put on some music and turned down the volume on the TV, which Kelly objected to. "If I can't watch then I want some ice-cream. Please, please, please, sweetie, go to the corner store and get me some and I will love you so much for it." She ran up and gave me a kiss. "Please, please, please!"

It's impossible to say no to a gorgeous stoned girl with the munchies, so off I marched to the corner store and bought two pints of Ben and Jerry's.

The walk to the store and back took only ten minutes, and as I headed up to the door I heard Kelly scream from inside, followed by an explosion of laughter.

My mind reeled for an instant, and then I found myself racing up the small stone path alongside our house leading to the backyard. I then crouched behind our BBQ and peeked into our living room through the sliding glass doors.

Kelly was laying on her back giggling, with Seth sprawled out next to her. All I could think is they tried some couples ice-skating trickery on our carpet and failed. Aaron sat on the couch laughing hysterically, and muttering, "Shit, that was an illegal grab Seth----I'll need to dock some points for that."

"Man you gotta give me points for that."

Kelly slugged him lightly. "I was over your head! What were you even thinking?"

"I was thinking about my next move." He then rolled her over and spanked her ass, which made her scream and swing wildly at him.

I couldn't believe what I saw, and then I wondered just what would happen if I left them alone for longer than a trip to the corner store. I mean, how far would my hot little Kelly actually let this big horny bastard go? I couldn't help myself----I had to know, so I went back around front and entered. Kelly practically jumped to her feet, and then came for me, kissing my cheek and taking the ice cream from my hands.

I then took a deep breath and lied, "I hate to do this, everyone, but I need to leave the party for awhile."

Kelly turned, flashing me a stunned look. I then explained that Liz from my office had worked late and then found her car wouldn't start. She had a tow truck coming but it wouldn't arrive for close to an hour, and she knew I lived close and asked if I could wait with her just to be safe. I then added that I also offered to drive her home afterwards and she lives about fifty minutes away. It was one of those lies so good I almost believed it myself.

Hearing the news Kelly froze were she stood, holding the ice-cream, her chest heaving from either her acrobatic stunt with Seth or the shock of having me walk in on it. Her eyes waivered with fear and excitement, Aaron just looked dumbfounded, and Seth studied Kelly's reaction, obviously gauging where the rest of the evening would lead----a true wolf.

As I left the house and got into my car, I trembled with apprehension, but it was too late to reconsider. I drove up the street to the corner store and parked, then walked back up the block to our house, headed down the path along side it, and took up position in the backyard again. We had a row of tall junipers that kept me hidden from the neighbors, so it was just me, our large sliding glass door, two horny hockey players, and the naughty love of my life.

They'd finished the ice-cream and Kelly rose from being cross legged on the floor, collected their bowls, and started towards the kitchen, when Seth got up from the couch and stopped her. "Whoa, don't move."

"What is it?"

He stood and put his finger on her back. "Your eighth vertebrae is wonky."

"What?"

"Must've happened when you nose dived off my shoulders."

"My eighth vertebrae? What are you even talking about?"

"I spent two years in chiropractic school, I know what a wonky vertebrae looks like."

"You're so full of shit."

He took the bowls and set them on the floor, then began to rub her spine. "See, it's starting to feel better, right?"

"It never felt bad."

"Well the muscles are relaxing. Oh, wait, here's the problem. Your deltoids rotated forward."

He stretched one arm away from her body and out to the side. He began to work on her freed arm, mashing the muscles all the way down to her wrist and back. He rubbed her deltoid hard as his lips neared her ear. I sensed he was breathing softly over the oval ridges, and then his hand dipped foreword, going into the collar of her shirt and over the top part of her chest.

Kelly smirked. "You really think you're something, dontchya?"

An embolden Seth then threw his left arm around her front side with his palm traveling up her shirt and along her belly. He pulled her close with her butt against his crotch, stretched the loose collar off to one side and began to knead her bare shoulder.

"There we go, things are real close to popping into place." His hips grinded her ass, punctuating his true meaning.

Kelly threw an elbow back, forcing out an "Umfph" and a laugh.

Looking a little flustered over things getting out of hand, she grabbed the bowls and rushed into the kitchen, saying she needed a glass of water. I couldn't see past the kitchen doorway form my vantage point, but I could see Seth walk there and wait, taking off his Kings jersey and dropping it to the floor as he did. He caught her as she came back into the room, spinning her around and kissing her lips. She appeared to pull away, but he pressed his lips back against hers, extending the moment until she succumbed to the soft feel of his hungry mouth. He took the full glass from her hand and reached through the doorway, setting it on the kitchen counter. He then gently tugged the back of her shirt, slowly lifting it up, and then broke their kiss momentarily to lift it over her head. He tossed it far into the living room, leaving her tits exposed. The way they rose and fell with her nervous breathing was mesmerizing. The moment of truth had come, and the butterflies in my stomach were almost unbearable. But I'm sure I wasn't alone, and all parties involved experienced a dizzying rush of anxiety.

She didn't press her chest against his as they kissed, instead she left a small distance, and moved a hand towards his bare peck. At the last minute she took hold of his pewter crocodile pendant and delicately fondled it. Finally he pulled her close, crushing her tits against his chest, trapping the pendant between them. When they separated she closed her eyes and drifted away, muttering, "OK!"

When her eyes opened they found a ferociously satisfied smile, and before she could fully recover he kissed again. Long fingers slipped down the back of her jeans and his stubbly jaw grazed her soft cheek. Their passion ensued, until his hand finally pushed her jeans from her ass and they fell to the floor. She then pulled away, although her head had to follow her body----her lips not quite ready to part with his.

"Timeout! Whoa! Whoa! I can't do this."

"You're doing just fine."

"I'm married."

"I thought you two were happy swingers?"

Seth then moved in for another kiss, and when she didn't resist he boldly palmed her right tit and full on fondled it, his fingers catching a nipple and pinching gently. He'd finally worn her down, and when it dawned on her how powerless he'd left her, she moaned, sounding like a helpless frightened kitten who'd been released into the dog pound. 

It was on!

Or so we all thought.

Aaron had all but vanished into his own quietness until right then, when that god awful Sugar Ray song cut loudly through the room, and Aaron placed a hand on his pocket in a useless attempt to silence the musical ring tone. Seth pulled away from Kelly's lips just enough to mumble, "Don't you dare fucking answer that." Aaron timidly ignored him and slowly took out his phone. He walked towards the hall and put it to his ear as Seth called after him, "She's with her ex dude. You are the biggest pussy in the world!"

Kelly shut him up by punching his shoulder.

"Ow!"

"Don't be such an asshole."

"Me an asshole? One minute you're macking all over me and now I'm an asshole?"

"He's hurting."

"He's being stupid. And he's the one who chose a phone call over..." He waved his hand at her partially nude body. "Why isn't he the asshole?"

She opened her mouth but ultimately responded with silence, and a moment passed where neither said anything. She then looked about the room, presumably for her tee shirt, which seemed to have disappeared. Seth's discarded King's jersey sat on the floor next to her, so she reached down and grabbed it instead, then turned her back towards him to slip it on. He wore an extra large that fit her small frame like a nightgown. She then plopped herself on the couch, looking slightly stoned and frustrated. Seth sat down next to her, leaving a small distance between them. She then leaned into him and laid her head in his lap.

"You're right, you're not an asshole."

"Thank you."

"I'm still really high. We should just watch the Winter Finals until Ali gets back."

"What? He'll be gone all night."

"I know----and we can't do this."

"You'll never make it. You can't resist me for that long. No way."

She lifted her head, shocked. "You are the most arrogant son of a bitch!"

"I just know my women."

"Is that right? Well you obviously don't know your women and you've just set yourself up to be seriously disappointed."

His hand was on her thigh and she brushed it off and faced the TV.

A minute later his hand swept up her calf and came to rest on her thigh again.

"God, you really think your something, dontchya?"

He moved it between her legs.

"We can't."

"So you keep saying." He bunched up the bottom of the King's jersey to access her honey pot.

"Seth, no!"

"Jesus you're hot."

"Seth!"

He didn't remove his hand, but she didn't attempt to remove it either.

"Girl, your panties are wet. Feels to me like you've been thinking about this all night."

"You should be so lucky."

Her own lusty heart had betrayed her, yet she insisted on playing otherwise. His hand began moving under the long jersey and it was obvious he was fingering her piping hot mezzanine. She squealed when those fingers arrived, and hummed as they settled in. Then she sighed in frustration. "I'm tired of everyone thinking they can just fuck me, like as long as Ali doesn't object it's like some done deal."

His hand emerged dragging down her blue cotton panties.

"I'm not just some slut."

He snapped her panties away from her feet and tossed them over his shoulder.

"I'm not, so how do you guys get off treating me as if I am?"

"Well..." Instead of saying anything more he returned his hand under the jersey and began to finger her a little more intensely.

"Well, what?" I could now hear what he was doing to her in her voice.

"Well if I was chick, people would probably consider me the slutiest of sluts." His voice sounded firm and reassuring. "So I'm not one to judge." He really fingered her, his gyrating wrist telling of the dance being performed behind the jersey, and her face speaking for its reach.

"Good, because I'm not. Oooo, God your fingers are in there so good!"

"Hey, there's someone I want you to meet." He removed his hand and rocked his hips, nudging her head up and off his lap, and then he motioned for her to sit up. When she did he rose and stood before her, and then began to unfasten his jeans.

"Ha! God, you really, really think you're something, dontchya?"

"No, but this is something----I'd like you to meet Marmaduke."

He pulled his jeans below his hips, allowing his cock to spring out. Kelly hadn't been prepared for what emerged from Seth's trousers, and slapped her hands over her nose and mouth and bunched up her face in a very cute way. "Oh my god! You have got to be kidding."

"How about it, Mamaduke? Didn't I tell you she was a beauty!"

"You have no idea how naughty I feel just looking at that huge thing."

"I think she likes you, boy. Maybe she'll even give you a little pet."

He took her hand and guided it towards Mamaduke, and she let him. She held on to it when he let go, and began to gently stroke it, captivated by the smooth fully bloomed head as it pulsed to the rhythm of her touch. "It could be a baby seal!"

Kelly turned her attention upwards, and confronted Seth's dark eyes and smug smirk with a siren's leer that would have sent me running for the hills. She then put her lips to the tip and slowly parted them over the entire head. Gradually she swallowed a quarter of the monster, and began twisting her mouth and tonguing the helmet so attentively his legs momentarily buckled.

"Shit!" With his smirk returning he put a hand atop her head. "Marmaduke, I think this little swinger girl really knows her stuff." Getting a little too anxious for more he bucked his hips forwards, just enough to make Kelly gag and pop the beast form her mouth.

She wiped the residual spit from her lips. "Now, now!"

She went to work again, this time pushing herself halfway down the shaft. Her throat was slick with spit and thick with dick. Seth scrubbed his fingertips into her blonde hair, pulled tight by her red velvet Scrunchie to form a lovely bouncing ponytail.

"Don't hurt yourself, darling. Many have tried----almost all have failed."

Impervious to his male arrogance, her eyes narrowed with courage and she grabbed his cock as her mouth dove deeper over it. She forced herself further and further down. Now over halfway, the fat cock stretched her cheeks and lips so badly I hardly recognized her. Seth groaned and tightened his hold on her head, seemingly to regain some control over the wild chick. He nudged her gently downwards, ticking off another inch along that slippery slope to her tummy, and forcing tears from her eyes and little gurgles from her neck.

She pulled off to take a breath. "Fuck!" She confronted the beast in her hands, her forehead crushed up in extreme annoyance, and then took another deep breath and resumed. He tilted her head, forcing her to stare straight up his torso, and readied himself to fuck straight down her throat.

He began stroking her hair and grunting as he stared maliciously into her eyes. There was something dirty about him. His intentions were always bad. If a woman was in his presence you knew he was frying her up for some pornographic bonanza. And as he looked down at his cock buried in Kelly's head, I felt certain this sight was not new to him. It's how he'd envisioned her at the Crown Jewel when they first met. For him it was only a matter of time.

Kelly defiantly glared back, fighting her gag reflex and swallowing the intimating Marmaduke. I then understood why she refused to include Seth in our games. He was way too dangerous. His confidence held the key to her panties, she couldn't help herself around him. And now that the inevitable had arrived and she sat naked before him, sucking a dick that rivaled his monstrous ego, she'd appeared to be fighting back. She would not give him the satisfaction of breaking her. This 'little swinger girl' was not someone to be messed with.

His hips then jerked foreword in what appeared to be a muscles spasm, and the last inch plunged into her throat. She jerked away from the invader and coughed, which rocked the long strand of saliva leashing her mouth to his purple cock. She squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed roughly. "Do that again. I just need to be ready for it."

"Really?"

Once more she swallowed his cock, and he pumped her throat until he was balls-deep. Her cheeks puckered and inflated over the massive meat piston and his balls squashed against her chin.

"Uh----shit that feels good. Uh----little swinger girl, I hope you can fit some luggage in there----Uh----I think Marmaduke is moving in! Ohhh!"

He rocked his hips, slogging the fat cock up and down her gullet. The deep accompanying sound was inhumane, like someone stirring a bucket of Jell-O with a sledge hammer.