13 comments/ 245736 views/ 24 favorites The Trio Ch. 01 By: LeoDavis Chapter 1: Unplanned MMF triple adultery AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story broke nicely into four chapters, of which the first is the longest. Two of the chapters could possibly stand alone, but the four fit together better as a single tale. I've changed the characters' names and deliberately left out certain specific details in order to conceal the participants' identities. The reason will certainly become obvious. PROLOG: Completely Innocuous Intentions. The precipitating incident was relatively common in the academic world, and in all innocence it provided absolutely no hint of what was to come. The Provost of our small college decided we needed to offer a new major to our students. Given his obvious ambition, his motivation was transparent. In order to be a serious candidate for a college presidency, he needed a record of accomplishment. If we developed the new major, he could use it as an example of his outstanding academic leadership. Moreover, given the size of our institution, the new major would only be possible if three separate academic departments collaborated. Two different Deans were involved, and they agreed to choose faculty members to research and analyze the possibilities. Kim and I were selected from different departments by our Dean, and Bill was chosen by his Dean. The two Deans were as ambitious as the Provost, and they knew that their careers would also be advanced if we succeeded. Kim, Bill, and I started meeting weekly to discuss the possibilities. In spite of the self-serving administrative motives which had brought us together, we became enthusiastic after we decided that the new major would actually benefit our students. Our discussions and planning went well, but we quickly realized that we really needed more informed advice. A national conference in the field of the proposed major was taking place, and at our request the Provost agreed to provide funding so that the three of us could attend. Travel money was always tight, and to assuage some of the Provost's concerns, we agreed to split up and attend every possible session. Several weeks later I kissed my wife Terri goodbye, and Kim, Bill, and I flew halfway across the country to attend the conference. Our classes were thankfully covered by obliging colleagues. For a couple of years Bill and I had often worked out together, and we had gotten acquainted while waiting for the various exercise machines to become available. We also ran laps on the track, each of us pushing the other to go faster. We were both in excellent shape. We had occasionally observed Kim in the college fitness center after the birth of her second daughter. She had worked religiously to flatten her post- delivery plump abdomen, and the excellent results served to emphasize the size of her large breasts. She also had terrific legs! Bill and I never openly stared at her, but we often talked about her shapely body when we took our showers. We certainly never flirted with her! Even though the three of us were casually acquainted with each other, other than working on the committee we had never spent much time together. We were not able to get three seats together, so we exchanged seats during the two legs of the flight so that we could really get acquainted. By the time we arrived we were completely relaxed in each other's company. I particularly enjoyed the sight of Kim's large breasts jiggling and shaking when I got her to laugh. She gave no overt sign that she realized I was purposefully making her laugh, but of course she knew. Don't women always know? Did that count as flirting? There was a minor crisis the moment we arrived at the hotel. The hotel had already assigned all of the rooms for the convention. Because our flight had been delayed for three hours, we were the last to arrive, and the hotel had given our rooms to other guests (at a higher, non-convention rate, of course). We showed the desk clerk our confirmed reservations and we demanded he find rooms for us. He shrugged his shoulders and said there was nothing he could do. The three of us were tired from our long flight, and Kim slumped into a chair and looked as if she were going to start crying. Kim's distress triggered a primitive, testosterone-driven, protect-the-female competitive response in both Bill and me. We raised our voices and stated our demands more forcefully. When that didn't work, we became really angry and Bill began to curse. That panicked the desk clerk, and he reached under the counter and pushed something. The hotel manager came rushing out of his office and threatened to call the police. He backed down when he saw our confirmations, and he promised to take care of our problem. We loudly rejected his first offer of rooms at another hotel because that would mean renting a car and commuting each day in order to attend the conference. After a delay of about a half-hour, the manager assigned us to upscale rooms on the hotel's luxury floor, and after Bill and I demanded he honor the original rates, he only charged us the convention price. Instead of a crisis, we now had two rooms which normally rented for six or seven times the rate we were paying. We followed a bellhop as he pushed our bags on a cart. Kim walked between us, holding each of us by the arm. "I've always thought it would be wonderful to have two husbands! But I didn't have this in mind!" As we laughed, I enjoyed feeling her breast rub against my biceps. I knew she was doing it on purpose, and I looked over at her. She winked! I blushed, and she giggled at me. Was she flirting with us? I didn't care! This was fun! I felt macho and strong, particularly with a sexy woman on my arm. I even felt the beginning pressure of a rising erection in my slacks. Bill and I shared a huge room with two king-sized beds, and Kim had a luxury room on the other side of the hall, several rooms away from us. She had a single king- sized bed. We had no idea how prescient it was when, at dinner a few minutes later, Kim remarked, "My bed is roomy enough for all three of us to sleep in!" Kim started to laugh when Bill and I nearly choked on our food. "Lighten up, you guys! I thought that was funny! Particularly after my comment a few minutes ago about needing two husbands!" Kim continued to chuckle when Bill and I couldn't think of an appropriate retort. We finished our rather late evening meal in the hotel restaurant, then retired to our rooms. Even though we were so tired we were yawning, Bill and I dared each other to watch an adult sex movie. It was detailed, graphic, and incredibly erotic. The people in the movie appeared to be enjoying activities that had always disgusted me. Bill and I got so aroused we each had to beat off in the bathroom. We did so separately, and neither of us mentioned it to the other. Who wants to admit to another married guy that he had to masturbate? Besides I didn't want to tell him that I'd filled my palm with cum while imagining I was fucking Kim! I could easily remember how her large, soft breast felt as it pressed against my arm. THE FIRST DAY: Surprising Revelations As we had planned, the next morning we met Kim in the hotel restaurant for breakfast. "So, what'd you guys do last night? Hit the rack early?" She inquired. "Well, actually we stayed up late and watched a movie," Bill answered innocently. "Which one? I'll bet it was that raunchy porno flick, right? With a lot of people doing it all sorts of different ways, starting with oral sex? Right, Bill? Bob?" "You're pretty darned informed about it!" I replied. "That stuff's not in the guide! So you watched it, too?" Kim blushed. "Yeah, I did. I've never seen anything like that before! I was feeling naughty and I couldn't resist!" "Hey, if you were feeling naughty, you shoulda called us!" Bill said. "We coulda saved a couple of bucks by watching it together!" We all chuckled and blushed for several seconds. When our sounds of amusement died down, I tried to change the topic. "I couldn't believe how they spread semen around! Doesn't anybody get pregnant anymore? If Terri and I didn't use protection, we'd have a kid every year! But those people . . ." Amid laughs of agreement, Bill and I were soon discussing the importance of birth control - and the lack of spontaneity it brought to the sexual sides of our marriages. "Yeah! Pawing around in a drawer looking for a Trojan while your wife is ready and waiting isn't exactly a turn-on!" I noted. Kim looked amused. "Rick and I don't have that problem," she smugly announced. "When I had to have an emergency C-section before our last one, I had them tie my tubes at the same time. If you don't want more kids, why don't you guys just get vasectomies?" Bill and I admitted we had thought about it, but something had always kept us from actually doing it. "You guys are all so insecure!" Kim muttered. "Rick talked about having it done for years, but he admitted he was really relieved when he didn't actually have to go through with it." Kim was short, with a shapely, rounded body. Even before the previous night I had occasionally masturbated while dreaming about having sex with her, but she had always been a fantasy-fuck, nothing more. I could never be unfaithful to Terri! Besides, what would happen if I got Kim pregnant? That fear was part of the reason I had never flirted with her, and sex with her had remained a masturbation dream. Her announcement had just eliminated that concern, and I felt my penis starting to stiffen. "Down boy!" I silently ordered. "I'm not going to risk Terri finding out you were playing 'spit the cream' in Kim's love cave! Down!" The starch gradually came out of my penis as Kim continued to chide us for several minutes. She poked fun at Bill and me, accusing us of worrying about our sexual performances, our masculinity, and our virility. "Heck, I'll bet you guys haven't even done most of the stuff in that movie, right?" Was she daring us? Was she flirting? Surely that was just wishful thinking, but I again started to become erect. Bill blushed, then said, "Truthfully no. How about you, Kim? Was it all old-hat to you?" Kim turned dark red and began to giggle. "NO!" She said firmly. "I had absolutely no idea that people did . . . anything . . . things like that!" Her face remained crimson. "Anything?" I challenged. "It was ALL new to you? Other than the missionary- position, male-on-top-of-the-female sex?" Kim stared at me. She had a funny look on her face. "Well, I've done a couple of those things, but not most of them. Okay?" She answered. Her face was still red. "Which ones?" Bill demanded. We both grinned and looked at Kim. She looked really uncomfortable with the direction our conversation had taken. I'm certain she also remembered how Bill and I had gotten our way when we ganged up on the desk clerk the evening before. "Now that's just enough, you guys!" Kim laughed. "This isn't a slumber party where we girls got together to talk about . . . things like that . . . and what we have and haven't done! And with whom! We're sitting in a public restaurant for God's sake!" Bill followed up with some questions about slumber parties, and Kim quickly answered them, obviously relieved to escape discussing her - and our - sexual experiences. After a couple of minutes, Bill asked. "So, you girls used to sit around in your cute little nighties . . ." "Or pajamas!" Kim interjected. "Nighties!" Bill insisted. "Let me enjoy my dream! And you would talk about how far each of you had gone with your boyfriends? In detail? Jeez! I thought people weren't supposed to kiss and tell!" "Well, where I grew up it was pretty hard to get much accurate information about sex," Kim replied. "I learned a lot at those parties! Hah! At my last one - right after we graduated from high school - a couple of the girls even told us what real sex was like. How it was done, what it felt like, what their guys' penises looked and felt like - everything! Now that's educational!" "Was it as educational as the movie last night?" I quickly asked. My own penis was stirring once more. Kim shook her head and blushed again. We were all silent for a few seconds. Then Bill suggested the three of us watch the same movie that evening, this time together. "Let's agree to follow slumber-party rules - which means, according to Kim, that each of us has to be completely truthful and admit whether we've done each thing as they do it on the screen. Only we'll also be watching people have sex, not just talking about it." Again Kim's face turned dark red and she got to her feet. "Now that's just enough! We've got important sessions to go to!" she said. But Bill and I glanced at each other. We realized that she hadn't said she wouldn't do it. Could we watch that sex movie together without our spouses finding out? If we did, would it lead to sex with Kim? My sudden erection provided an abrupt realization about my character - or lack of it. I wasn't opposed to having sex with Kim. I just didn't want Terri to find out if I did so. Actually I knew - although I had never actually asked - that Terri was much more experienced sexually than was I. I had no doubt that she had been completely faithful to me since our marriage, but I had often wondered about her sexual history. She had transferred to my college during her Junior year, and we had begun dating. The first few times I took her out, I discovered that it took very little stimulation to arouse her, but she always managed to twist away from me and calm down. She told me that she was afraid of her intense physical reactions, but I had always suspected there was something in her past that she was hiding. On several occasions when I easily fingered Terri to orgasm, I asked her about her past as she came back down. Each time she almost told me, but she always managed to stop. "It's better you don't know," she said. "I was . . . I was somebody else before I met you. I don't want you to . . . to . . . think of me the way I used to be." I wondered what she was hiding. Her previous college had been located more than a thousand miles from mine, and I didn't know anyone I could call to find out about her past. One time when we'd had a lot to drink, Terri began to lick and suck on my penis. I was disgusted, and I wouldn't kiss her afterward. She never tried fellatio with me again, but she'd obviously done this before on another man. Or men. On another occasion when I was drunk she wrapped her legs around my head and forced me to perform cunnilingus. In spite of my prudish disgust, her incredible orgasm more than made up for my discomfort. Thereafter I often ate her out during our lovemaking, although only before having sex, never after. I couldn't imagine anything more gross than tasting my cum. She didn't seem to mind tasting herself on my lips, however. Clearly this, too, was something she had done before. My suspicions about her past and my fears about being sexually inadequate hadn't prevented me from marrying Terri, and the mystery of her previous sexual history gradually got forgotten. For some reason this breakfast conversation caused me to begin wondering how many men had made love to Terri before she met me. I knew I was trying to rationalize having sex with Kim as I allowed awakened feelings of uncertainty and insecurity to swirl around in my mind, but I did so anyway. We all headed our separate ways, and we met again for lunch. We talked about the things we'd learned, and the hot discussion topic from breakfast didn't come up. Several hours later the afternoon sessions were finished, and we sat together in a booth in the hotel restaurant eating supper. During the frequent boring portions of the various talks, I had daydreamed about the three of us watching the sex movie together. In my dream Kim lost control, stripped off her sexy negligee, and demanded I fuck her in front of Bill. My fantasy was certainly more interesting than any of the sessions! I didn't believe I would really have sex with Kim, but I wondered if the movie would excite her as much as it had aroused Bill and me. I knew that having sex with her was just a childish fantasy, and I finally pushed the whole idea into that dark pit each of us hides inside our souls. You know the one. The pit of forbidden desires we don't satisfy because we're too moral, too civilized, or, more likely, too afraid of being caught doing them. In my case, I was also too prudish. Or so I thought. My revived worries about Terri's sexual history kept the mouth of the pit open, and it was a struggle to keep from imagining how Kim's vagina would feel as it squeezed my penis. I had a sudden, vivid image of a naked Terri being fucked from behind by a huge black man as she assisted Kim to enjoy sex with both Bill and me. Where the heck did that one come from? I shook my head and the picture vanished. BILL'S SUGGESTION: Talk sex, but don't tell the spouses As we finished our coffee, Bill suddenly said, "I've been thinking about it all day, you guys. I still think we ought to have a slumber party and watch that movie again. Tonight." Kim and I were both startled by Bill's announcement, but I surprised myself when I quickly agreed. Was I willing to risk my marriage in order to satisfy my daylong fantasy? My erection answered my question. Yes, as long as Terri never found out. Kim looked back and forth between us. "You guys are serious, aren't you? You really want to watch that sexy movie with me? And talk about what we've done and haven't done? And tell each other what turns us on? Or maybe you're trying to get into my pants? I didn't travel all this way with you guys just to cheat on Rick!" Of course that's precisely what we had in mind - and she knew it! But Bill and I didn't really admit it to ourselves, so perhaps she was kidding herself, too. "Kim, I've been married for fifteen years," Bill said. "Sue and I have been completely faithful to each other. But the passion we first felt is long gone. Our sex life is a complete bore. Mechanical. Always the same. I want to get your feminine perspective on sex and what's sexy. Maybe it'll help." I sensed that Bill had previously prepared his answer to Kim's question. Perhaps he had spent the day as I had, dreaming about making love with Kim. I quickly decided to add to his comments. What the heck? Maybe . . .? "Same here," I added. "Terri and I haven't experimented since our honeymoon. And that's more than twelve years ago. It's comfortable, it's fun, but it's not exciting - at all. It just gets us off. I want to know what parts of that movie turn women on. I want to do them with Terri." I didn't mention my fantasy of practicing them first with Kim! Kim looked down at the table and let out a deep sigh. "I guess . . . " And she was silent. "What do you guess, Kim?" I asked quietly after a few seconds. "I guess that's the way marriages get," Kim said. "But sometimes I'd like . . . " She was silent for about half a minute. Bill and I waited without interrupting her deliberation. I felt my penis stirring again as I realized that Kim might really go along with this childish and dangerous idea! She shook her head and looked down at her empty plate again. We could tell she was thinking about what it could easily develop into. Were her nipples hard? If so, her bra concealed her arousal. But the blotchy red areas on her face definitely looked promising! Abruptly she raised her head and looked at Bill and me. "Okay. But we'll have to follow ALL slumber-party rules!" Bill and I immediately nodded agreement. In my case I knew I was thinking with my erection, but I didn't care. Terri had a sexual past that she had hidden from me, and I was going to do the same to her. Well, sort of. At least I hoped I was going to have some sexual secrets to hide from her. The Trio Ch. 01 Bill and I asked Kim to describe slumber-party rules more completely than she had at breakfast, and she became increasingly animated as she did so. "Rule #1. Dress. Pajama tops and bottoms. Nothing underneath. I didn't bring a nightie, so don't get your hopes up, guys! But I'll certainly be able to tell if either of you gets excited!" How did she know I had dreamed about her in a sexy nightie? "Rule #2. Honesty. No lies and no secrets. We have to promise to be completely truthful about our sexual experiences, no matter how embarrassing. Anybody who's caught in a lie has to strip naked or leave!" Because there was no place to go if someone left, I hoped Kim would get caught telling a lie! "Rule #3. Trust. Nobody can force anyone to do anything against their will. This will be sexy enough without having you guys make a move on me!" Kim had obviously been thinking about this. But this rule cut both ways. Would she make a move on us? "Rule #4. Secrecy. Whatever is said will stay among the three of us. We've all got spouses who would NEVER understand, even if all we're going to do is watch a movie together. But we're going to talk about some really private things." Kim was willing to hide our intimacy from Rick! How far would she let things go? Did she really think that we would do nothing more than watch the movie? Or was I kidding myself again? Bill and I quickly accepted Kim's slumber-party rules. Then Kim added, "Let's make it about 9:00. I've got to call home and tell the girls goodnight and talk to hubby. You've probably got to do the same. We can get all cleaned up and dressed for bed and then meet . . . maybe in your room since it's bigger?" We agreed and we quickly settled a few minor details. We signed for our meals and headed back to our respective rooms to get cleaned up and to call our spouses and kids. In spite of my arousal, I didn't masturbate during my quick shower. I managed to conceal my guilt when I called home. I was talking to my wife while thinking about Kim in a negligee, watching the movie and getting turned on. A couple of times my attention must have wavered, and Terri asked me what was wrong. I brushed her concerns aside by saying I was tired. I was already beginning to deceive her. THE SLUMBER PARTY BEGINS: More Revelations Amid Temptation Promptly at 9:00 our phone rang and I answered it. "Okay! One of you guys poke your head into the hall. As soon as the coast is clear, I'll run down!" Kim said. We both wanted to watch big-boobed Kim bouncing down the hall in nothing but pajamas, so we flipped a coin. Bill won. He opened our door and looked out, and less than a minute later I was disappointed when a fully-dressed Kim came rapidly into our room, a large handbag under her arm. She had a freshly-showered smell. "My, don't you two look cute! And you both look really . . . fit! I've never seen so many hard muscles!" Kim laughed, albeit a little nervously. "Don't you guys wear pajamas? Or do you always sleep in tight T-shirts and boxers?" Even though Bill was dressed the same way I was, all I felt was embarrassment. Standing in my underwear in front of a fully- dressed Kim wasn't sexy at all. "Actually we don't usually wear the shirts," Bill replied. "But this is the closest we could get to pajamas. Why aren't you dressed for bed, Kim?" "I couldn't go out into the hall in my PJ's, silly!" Kim answered. "They're in my bag. Okay if I change in your bathroom?" We nodded agreement. "As long as you don't wear any underwear!" I said, then immediately regretted it. I really didn't want to be so obvious! . Kim snorted and shook her head and mumbled something about men and little boys. She went into the bathroom and locked the door. Bill gave me a look of disgust and he shook his head. Had I just blown our chances with Kim? Bill clearly thought so. Kim emerged a couple of minutes later in loose pajama pants and a button-up- the-front pajama top. She was completely covered, but it was obvious from the movements of her large breasts underneath her top that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her areolae made faint round shadows against the thin fabric. As I stared, her nipples stiffened and made little tents in the material. I felt my penis beginning to get hard as I became increasingly aware of her body. Knowing she was naked beneath the soft cotton fabric of her pajamas was making me hot. It was the first obvious hint that we might be starting down a path we'd later regret. We had already done more than we could ever explain to our spouses. Our "slumber party" took place only a few years ago, but it was before hotels offered on-demand movies. We had almost an hour to wait before the movie began. Bill had a bottle of rum, and we'd gotten some Cokes and ice, and the three of us were soon sipping some strong rum-and-Cokes. We had finished dinner more than two hours earlier, and we quickly felt the buzz from the alcohol. Fifteen minutes later we were sitting around grinning and staring at each other when Kim said, "Hey, there's no need to wait for the movie! Let's start! Confession time! At my last slumber party - right after high school graduation - most of us were still virgins! Not like us now! But you said there are things you haven't done, right? So let's find out who's done what! I'll start," Kim announced. "Blowjobs! I used to give them in college to keep from having sex. You've both had those, right?" Bill and I both shook our heads and she looked as us in open disbelief. "Neither of you? EVER?" Again we shook our heads. I hadn't really lied since I'd stopped Terri from blowing me the one time she'd tried. "I can't believe this! I'm alone in a room with the last two guys in the world who haven't had their cocks sucked!" Ben ignored her comment and asked the obvious question. "Didn't word spread? Weren't guys lining up for you to blow them?" Carolyn gave him a sharp look. "How did . . .? Hell, you couldn't know!" Then she giggled. "I had dates all the time during my sophomore year. Then one guy took me back to his apartment so that I could 'do my thing,' and when we got there, his two roommates grabbed me. I only got away with my virginity because I was having my period and I agreed to give all three guys two or three blowjobs each. After that I was a lot more selective." "I know what the guys wanted, but what did you get out of it?" I asked. "Well, for one thing, until Tom, I was a virgin. And of course I got to see and touch a lot of penises!" I felt myself getting hard. "Some big, some small?" I asked. Kim grinned and blushed as she nodded. "So how many different guys did you . . . uh . . . suck off, Kim?" Bill asked. Kim blushed. "Truth time! I counted it up the night before I got married. There were twenty-two different guys, most of them lots of times." My God! This blushing wife and mother had kissed cocks and tasted cum from nearly two dozen different guys! Was I ever a rookie! "Do you blow Rick fairly often?" I asked, mostly to divert attention from my own inexperience. I was surprised when Kim turned a dark red and shook her head. "No, he's like you guys, I guess. Whenever I started to . . . He just wanted to . . . you know . . . do the real thing." We were all silent for several seconds as we mulled that over. Although I had never done it, I'd watched a lot of blowjobs during the movie. The thought of Kim sucking on my penis was certainly enticing! Rick made twenty-three. Would her count be twenty-five in a few minutes? I suppressed more guilt because I'd never been this open with Terri. Besides, when she'd tried to do this with me, I'd stopped her. "My turn!" I announced. "Cunnilingus! Snatch-smooching! I sometimes do Terri. How about you two? Ever done it, Bill? Or had it done to you, Kim?" They both shook their heads. "You go down on Terri but she doesn't go down on you?" Kim asked, and I nodded. "That doesn't seem fair!" "At least I sometimes get to eat pussy!" I replied, and Bill and Kim laughed - somewhat nervously. Kim stared hard at me then quickly looked away. I wondered if she could read the truth in my eyes. "Okay, Bill. Your turn! Is there anything you've thought about doing?" "I've never done anal sex," Bill announced. "You guys?" Kim and I shook our heads. After a couple of additional turns by each of us, we concluded that (1) We almost always "did it" using the missionary position, (2) The only oral sex we were getting was what I occasionally did with Terri to prepare her for "the real thing." (3) Except for my first lover's roommate walking in during my first time, we had never either watched sex or been watched while we had sex, and (4) Kim and Bill had been virgins when they married, and I had only had sex with one woman before Terri. I didn't tell them that Terri had been the voyeur roommate! "This is more like a slumber party than I thought it would be!" Kim said. "We're a bunch of novices! No wonder that movie seemed so . . . intriguing last night!" We laughed in agreement, then checked the time. We still had almost a half hour before the movie started. We took bathroom breaks, then continued drinking and talking. We talked about our first times (which were truly funny), and Bill and I admitted how hard we'd tried to get our dates undressed - almost always without success. "Well, you're both obviously doing better now!" Kim said. "I'm practically naked, and here I am, lying on a bed with you guys." I later realized that it was this one comment by Kim that finally prepared me mentally and emotionally for what came later. Her near-nakedness and physical proximity got the flames of my libido stoked really high, and the alcohol helped to erase my lingering feelings of guilt. "I've only seen one woman's genitals. At least you've touched and seen lots of naked guys, Kim. Did you suck any really big ones?" Bill asked. Kim blushed and laughed. "Well, most were about the same size." She held her hands five or six inches apart. "The smallest was about the size of your thumb, and his balls were tiny like M&M's. He had almost no hair, and I could suck his whole thing - including his balls - at the same time." She smiled at the memory. "He came really fast and his cum was the sweetest ever, even if it wasn't very much!" The thought of Kim sucking me into her mouth made me rock-hard. And she had let the guys cum in her mouth! "What about the biggest?" I asked. Carolyn held her hands about ten inches apart. "It was so big I could only suck on the tip. It took two hands to reach around it." She laughed at the expression on my face. "I guess you're not hung like that, huh?" And she laughed again. I had a sudden, vivid fantasy of Kim sucking my penis as I exploded into her mouth. I felt an immediate burst of pride, knowing that my penis wouldn't be something Kim would remember as being small. Then I shifted back to reality. We were all married, and nothing like that was going to happen! All three of us were simply too honest, too proper, and too moral. We weren't going to cheat on our spouses. But the image of Kim's lips wrapped around my penis lingered in my consciousness far longer than it should have. The movie finally began. As we watched it, we began to drink faster. We skipped the Coke and had straight rum-on-the-rocks. Almost immediately I was half smashed and feeling extremely mellow. We had watched fellatio, cunnilingus, and sixty-nine, and the two people on the screen were now fucking. The camera moved in close and showed the guy's wet and glistening penis moving slowly in and out of the girl's vagina. Her shiny labia opened and closed as they gripped his penis. Her prominent clitoris was sticking up like a little finger, and she moaned each time it touched her partner. Their groans and moans of pleasure were accompanied by the wet slurping sounds of their mating. Bill and I couldn't help getting full, hard erections. Kim noticed them, and her amused whole-body chuckles jiggled the bed. I glanced down and her nipples were stiffly pushing against the front of her pajamas. They made little tracks as her breasts moved. THE SLUMBER PARTY ERUPTS: Passion and Lust Overwhelm Propriety Feeling Kim's body against mine as I watched the movie made me acutely aware of my arousal, and I found I couldn't resist the scent of her perfume. I put my drink down and inhaled through my nose. She smelled wonderful! I gently tongue-kissed her neck just behind her ear. "Stop that! It tickles!" She said. But Kim made no move to push me away, so I pulled on her earlobe with my lips. She giggled, so I kissed her neck again. When she made no move to stop me, I leaned against her and began to kiss her ear and neck. Her right breast was pressing against my upper arm, and I could feel her nipple getting hard against it. Ben mirrored my kissing on Kim's left neck and ear, and she let out a long sigh. "You guys!" She said. "Do you have any idea how good that feels?" I wasn't thinking about that as much as I was enjoying the taste of Kim's skin. I had found a couple of places on her neck that were particularly sensitive, and when I kissed them, she made little sounds of pleasure, almost exactly like the moans the woman in the movie was making. She giggled but didn't pull away. Her breathing changed, and her erect nipples appeared to be trying to push through her pajama top. Kim's right hand was on top of my left one, with both our arms on the bed between our bodies. I pulled my hand from beneath hers and began to rub gently on the outside of her right hip. My fingers slid smoothly up and down as I pressed the thin fabric against her soft skin. She started to put her hand on top of mine again, but she stopped, then trembled as Bill continued kissing her neck on his side. Her hand began to move up and down my hip as I rubbed hers. She moaned again as I kissed her neck. Having Kim actively touching me made my penis start to throb and pulse. Her fingertips slipped slowly up and down my hip, and it almost felt like she was generating hot, electric sparks. We were all starting to breathe faster. "Guys, we've got to be really careful!" Kim gasped. "We're about to cross a line here and . . . " I shifted my left hand from the outside of Kim's hip, and I began to rub the top of her right thigh. She turned her face toward me. "Bob, we can't . . ." I pressed my lips against hers, cutting her off. She opened her eyes wide but then closed them and opened her lips. She made a long moan deep in her throat, and I felt her tongue pushing into my mouth at the same time her right hand began to rub the top of my left thigh. I could feel the muscles in her thigh gently trembling under my hand. Yes, we were definitely crossing a line! Bill mirrored my actions, and Kim was soon turning her head from side to side, alternately kissing us. All at once she pulled away from us and leaned forward, sitting up on the bed. "NO! We've got to stop this! Let's just watch the movie!" She gasped. She was breathing hard and there were tiny beads of perspiration on her forehead. I was disappointed, but also relieved. I had reached the point where I could no longer control my lust, and I suspected Bill had the same problem. Fortunately Kim had been able to stop, but the sights and the sounds of the sex from the TV did nothing to calm us down. All three of us were breathing rapidly as the movie showed an orgy beginning. People were licking, sucking, and fucking in combinations and positions I had never imagined were possible - at least until I had watched the movie the evening before. The sounds and closeup images of their sexual activities were incredibly arousing, but then there was also the mild sexual contact we were still enjoying on the bed. Although we had stopped kissing Kim when she sat up, Bill and I had left our hands on the tops of her thighs. Kim's hands were similarly placed on our legs. I slowly began moving my hand on her leg, and when she didn't protest, I moved my hand to the left and began to rub her right thigh, just above her knee, but between her legs. She made a soft moan and carefully lay back down between us. She stared at the screen and didn't look at us. I felt a hot flash of building excitement as I realized she had decided to allow Bill and me to touch her more intimately. Kim's breathing changed again, and I felt her knee press against my own as she separated her legs until her knees were about a foot apart. I began to kiss her again, and when she pressed her mouth against mine, I reached over and began to rub her right breast and nipple with the backs of the fingernails of my right hand. Her breast was soft and much larger than Terri's! She let out a long, loud moan. I could feel how hard her nipple was, and I could feel the muscles in her thigh twitching as I rubbed. Bill was doing much the same thing to Kim's left side, and again she began to kiss us both, alternating as she had done before. Her kisses had become really passionate, and I saw that Bill was fondling her left breast, pulling gently on her nipple through her pajama top. All three of us were making little grunts and moans of pleasure. Even though we were still dressed, the sounds from the television no longer sounded more intense than the intensity of the passionate grunts and groans we were making on the bed. I gently slid my left hand between Kim's legs, spread my fingers apart, and began to rub the outside edges of her pussy through her pajama bottoms. My fingers moved up and down her crotch, right at the junctions between her crotch and her legs, and I could feel heat coming from her. My fingers didn't touch her slit, but they pressed her labia together, massaging her pussy in the process. She rocked back on her hips, parting her legs a little wider apart and giving me easier access to her crotch. I was awkwardly half-leaning onto Kim. My left hand was rubbing her crotch. My right arm was crossed over my left, and my right hand was now caressing her hard- nippled right breast. I felt Kim's hand touch my erection, and then she wrapped her fingers around it through my shorts. She let out another loud moan as I kissed her, and she began to twitch and wiggle on the bed. My balls began to throb and ache. She squeezed my penis several times, and I heard a sound much like a dog's growl come from deep in her throat. "We've got to stop!" Kim gasped. "Our spouses . . . would never forgive . . . we can't . . . we won't be able to . . . Oh!" She trembled and squeezed my penis really hard through my shorts as she abruptly had an orgasm. Her mouth opened and she bent her head back and let out several quick gasps. She squeezed my penis again and moaned more loudly. I stopped rubbing and pressed gently against her crotch with my left hand. I could feel she was both hot and moist. Kim's breathing changed, and I resumed rubbing her crotch. Bill and I kissed her constantly, one of us on her lips and the other on her exposed ear and neck. We continued to rub her breasts through her pajamas, and she began to stroke our penises through our shorts. I was rubbing my fingers against her slit through her pajamas when her second orgasm exploded without warning. She jerked her hips off the bed, then trembled before grunting several times again. This one lasted for at least half a minute. As Kim's orgasm began to subside, she fondled my penis and balls through my shorts. Her breathing was punctuated with little grunts and moans of pleasure. I had two fingers pushing the crotch of her pajamas directly into her slit, and I could feel her juices which had soaked through the material. Her labia were enlarged, wet, and hot through the thin cloth. As Kim slowly caught her breath, I glanced at the TV. The orgy was still going on, and the wet sounds of sex from the TV filled our room. Bill began to unbutton Kim's top as he kissed her, and she made no effort to stop him. Bill undid all the buttons, opened her top, and pulled the sides apart. When we began kissing her again, we had access to her bare breasts, and we now took turns sucking and kissing on her breasts and nipples as well as on her mouth. The Trio Ch. 01 I expected Kim to put a stop to this at any moment, but I continued to rub between her legs with my left hand. She slowly lifted her right knee, then lifted her leg and put her foot between my legs, spreading herself wider open. I spread my hand and rubbed my fingers firmly against her entire crotch through her pajamas. She let out a long, guttural moan as I kissed her. Her pajamas stuck to her wet pussy as I pressed my fingers firmly against her. I could now smell her fresh pussy secretions. I moved my left hand upward and rubbed the bare skin around Kim's navel. Then I slowly slipped my hand under the front of her pajama bottoms. I slid my fingers carefully through her pubic hair, past and around her mons pubis, and into her slit. She was slippery and wet. I slipped two fingers inside her and began to move them slowly in and out. She groaned, then matched my finger motions with her hips. In my fantasy she had lost control, but this was real. Would she want me to fuck her? I was sucking on Kim's nipple and Bill was kissing her and rubbing her other breast when she had another orgasm, perhaps three or four minutes after the previous one. I had no idea a woman could be so responsive! My wife Terri had only lost control a couple of times during our marriage, and she had never appeared to be as completely aroused as Kim obviously was. If this was the way Kim usually responded to sexual stimulation, Rick was an incredibly lucky man! Kim's hips bucked and pressed hard against my hand, and her trembling shook the bed. When she finally began to slow down, I wiggled my fingers inside her, and within seconds she exploded again. As she continued to moan and tremble, I slipped down the bed and awkwardly pulled her pajama bottoms completely off, keeping two fingers on my left hand inside her pussy. I stood up between her spread legs watching her exposed vagina clench and unclench the fingers I still had inside her. She had a small, slightly-rounded belly, and she was probably fifteen pounds overweight. But I had never seen a woman who was more acutely female. My left elbow was bent up, so I rotated it down, twisting my fingers inside Kim. Her vagina made a loud, wet pop as I did so. She moaned again, several times. Her eyes were tightly closed. Her entire body was spotted with tiny droplets of perspiration. She was incredibly beautiful! The scent of her fresh pussy juices was thick in my nose, and I inhaled deeply. Bill continued to kiss Kim and fondle her bare breasts. She had both of her hands on him, and as I watched, she pushed his shorts partway down and began to fondle his bare penis and balls. He used his left hand to push his shorts down his legs, and he managed to kick them completely off. Although her top was still partly on and Bill still had his shirt on, they were both effectively naked. With one hand I pushed my shorts down and kicked them away. Bill released Kim long enough to remove his shirt, then he pulled her forward and pushed her top down her arms. She released her grip on his penis just long enough for him to pull her top off, and then she grabbed his penis and pulled him toward her head. Bill was on his knees on the bed, and Kim twisted so that her mouth could reach his penis. My fingers came out of her as she moved. She began to hungrily kiss and lick Bill's penis. He let out a long groan as her saliva sparkled on his shaft. I leaned closer and stared at her exposed pussy. Her labia were swollen and dark, and they where shiny with her juice. She had trimmed but not shaved the thick, dark hair in her crotch, and she had a heavy beard of pubic hair matted with moisture against the top of her slit. Her vaginal opening was visible as her orgasm finally ended. The fresh scent of her arousal caused my nostrils to flair open as I inhaled. I pulled air deeply into my lungs, and I could feel my arousal increasing even more. The sounds from the TV behind me caused me to turn and look, and in the foreground a woman was fucking while lying on her back as she gave a second man fellatio. My penis was throbbing and pointed directly at Kim's pussy. A drop of pre-cum dripped onto the bed between her legs. I yanked off my shirt so that I was also naked. I felt an overpowering desire to duplicate the action taking place on the screen. I moved forward until my penis pressed against her pussy, and I felt her wet lips beginning to open around the head of my penis as I rubbed it up and down her slit. This was only the third woman my penis had ever touched, and I felt an incredible excitement building in my balls. I had a fleeting thought about stopping before I completely betrayed Terri and committed adultery, but the waves of pleasure radiating from the head of my penis were stronger than I could resist. There was absolutely no way I could stop. Kim made a strange sound, then rolled completely over onto her side, effectively closing her pussy. She was so close to the end of the bed that she had to pull her knees up, and I still had access to her crotch. I leaned forward and pushed with my erection against her slit from behind, between her legs. She was so wet that the head of my penis entered her in spite of her position. I felt her vagina clutch and squeeze the end of my penis, and I pushed again. The opening to her vagina was wet and slippery, and the only reason I hadn't plunged completely into her was the tightness caused by her thighs being clamped together. I felt her vagina squeezing me again, and I pushed once more. I felt Kim's inner labia grip the shaft of my penis, just below its crown. The bulging knobby end of my penis was now thoroughly locked inside her. Her vagina was squeezing my penis about once each second, and I stood still so that I could enjoy the incredible sensations. Had I just committed adultery? I thought about it but I didn't care! After about ten seconds, I grabbed her upper thigh so that I could push myself completely inside her. Her vagina pulsed more rapidly around my penis. The erotic sensations spreading out from my penis drowned out everything else in my head, even the sound from the television. I braced myself for one final push. I had already betrayed Terri, and within seconds I would be actively fucking Kim. I could feel my penis throbbing against the firm, pulsing grip of Kim's vagina. As soon as she relaxed enough, I would shove myself inside her, as deeply as I could penetrate. I could feel my own climax building as Kim's hot, wet vagina continued to throb and pulse around the head of my penis. I began to push. Just barely in time, Kim reverted to her college-tested, effective method for avoiding intercourse. She pulled her knees toward her waist and rolled off the bed, jerking the head of my penis out of her with a wet popping smack. She got onto her knees on the rug and pushed Bill back against the bed until he was almost sitting up. She had never released her grip on his penis, and she pulled it back into her mouth and began to suck and lick on it. Bill called out, "Oh my God! That's . . . Unnnnh!" He began to grunt louder and louder as she caressed his balls while sucking him. I dropped down behind Kim, putting my knees outside hers, and I pressed my glistening erection between the cheeks of her behind. The touch of her naked flesh against my wet throbbing penis almost caused me to ejaculate. I reached around her and began to massage her large breasts, one in each hand. I pinched her nipples as they poked out between my fingers, and she moaned loudly against Bill's penis. In the background the TV continued to produce the sounds of a group of people in a sexual frenzy. After a couple of minutes Bill began to grunt loudly, and he exploded with a series of loud cries of "AAAH!" Kim received almost all of his five or six bursts of jism in her mouth and onto her face. She scrambled to her feet, pulling herself away from me, and leaned over Bill. She kissed him with a loud slurp, and when she pulled her mouth away from his, a strand of cum connected them until it snapped. Both of them had his cum smeared all over their lips. The smell of Bill's cum merged in the air with the smell of her aroused pussy. Bill licked the cum on his lips with a look of amazed joy on his face. "Sit on the bed! I'll do you now!" Kim gasped to me. We wiggled around so that my bare hip was pressed against Bill's. He was still on the bed, sprawled back with a satisfied grin on his face. She took my penis into her mouth. She licked her own juice from the tip and smiled up at me, and I knew what her look meant. It was clearly the first time she had tasted herself - certainly the first time she had tasted herself on a penis. I could feel Bill's cum on her tongue as it began to move it around the head of my penis. I leaned forward and rubbed her breasts as she began to work my penis in and out of her mouth. Even though she wasn't going to let me really fuck her, this still felt incredible. Once again I had a fleeting thought about how I was cheating on Terri, but I ignored it as the incredible sensations exploded like fireworks from the head of my penis. It didn't take long. Bill had just gotten off the bed and was caressing Kim's body from behind when I felt an incredible heat building in my penis. Almost immediately I began to ejaculate. She caught most of it in her mouth, but some splattered onto her face and into her hair. When my penis was again flaccid, she pulled my face against hers and gave me an incredible kiss. Her stiff nipples pressed against my chest as I pulled her against me, but it was the kiss that really excited me. I had never tasted my own cum before, and I prolonged the kiss for at least a minute. Finally we broke apart and Kim stood up. Her legs were visibly trembling, and it was obvious she was still really aroused. Fortunately I knew what to do next, even though my penis was useless for the time being. "Lie down at the bottom of the bed, Kim!" I ordered. "You gave me my first blowjob, and now I'm going to eat your pussy until you scream!" Kim immediately positioned herself on her back at the foot of the bed, with her legs apart and her knees up. She was slightly apprehensive, but her eyes were bright and excited. The continual sexual stimulation was breaking down the last of her inhibitions - and ours as well. I got down on my knees and put my face close to her pussy. Her vagina was still slightly open, and her labia were covered with her shiny juice. Her clitoris was invisible under its hood. The only thing I could smell was the intoxicating aroma of her pussy. I pushed a pillow under her hips, raising her pussy and placing it in a better position. Bill crawled onto the bed and started kissing and caressing Kim's face and breasts while I began to kiss and lick her labia. I quickly found that she enjoyed feeling my tongue moving in and out of her vagina, and I certainly enjoyed the special taste of her fresh fluid! She began to moan and grunt as my tongue wiggled inside her. I lapped up the juices that dripped out of her in a steady stream. Her vagina rhythmically squeezed and relaxed around my tongue. I moved my mouth slowly up and down Kim's slit, from just in front of her anus to just above her clitoris. I kissed and sucked around her clitoris, but I didn't touch it directly. I did everything in slow motion, and her moans became louder and longer, even though Bill was kissing her on the mouth. I paused frequently to lick up the juice accumulating near her anus. Each time I did this she briefly arched her back and moaned, then lay back. When Kim's hips began to thrust against my mouth, I kissed and licked directly on top of her clitoral hood, and her clitoris popped out, red, wet, and firm against my tongue. I continued kissing, sucking, and licking all around her throbbing clitoris as I slipped two fingers into her and began to rub inside her vagina, directly behind her button. She gasped and thrust her hips forward and back as I easily found her firm, sensitive G-spot. I alternated finger pressure against Kim's G-spot with gentle sucking on her clitoris. I switched from one to the other faster and faster, and she wrapped her legs around my head, squeezed me between her thighs, and began to climax. She muffled her cries with the knuckles of her right hand. I knew why. "Dammit, Kim! Let it out! There aren't any kids to hear you!" I mumbled from between her legs. I wanted to hear her scream as I had promised! I could feel her passionate trembling against my mouth and around my fingers. Kim pulled her hand away from her mouth as her orgasm finished and she let out a loud "AAAAH!" She relaxed her hips, and I felt her trembling slowing down. I slowly removed my fingers and watched her clitoris throb with her pulse as I lapped up the stream of fresh juice flowing freely from her vagina. The sheet was wet under her, and the smell was thick and musky. Terri had never produced so much pussy juice! But then I'd never seen Terri have so many orgasms, either. As soon as Kim's clitoris disappeared, I began moving my fingers in and out of her vagina in a fucking motion. Her clitoris instantly popped out. Once again I alternated kissing and sucking on her clitoris with rubbing my fingers against her G-spot. She almost jerked herself off the bed with excitement. Kim's second oral orgasm was far more intense than the first. Bill kept her from putting her hand over her mouth to stifle her cries, and she began to grunt really loudly. Her thighs again squeezed my head, but this time I could feel her leg muscles jerking and pulsing as she climaxed. She screamed, "EEEH! EEEH! EEEH" as her orgasm increased in intensity. Finally she held her breath and thrust her hips hard off the bed against my mouth. Sweat splattered off her stomach as her body trembled and shook in her silent pleasure. After several seconds she collapsed back onto the bed and gasped for breath. Her abdomen was still trembling, and I could feel her vagina alternately squeezing and relaxing around my fingers. She was so wet it made a squishing sound. "God! I've . . . never had one . . . like that! . . . Oh God! . . . Oh! MMMMH!" I spend several minutes licking up Kim's juices as she slowly calmed down. When her breathing was almost normal again, I gave her labia a final kiss and told Bill to switch places with me. When I kissed her mouth, she moaned and her tongue pressed hard into my mouth as she greedily tasted herself for the second time that evening - or ever, probably. I kissed Kim's face and breasts as Bill began his first attempt at cunnilingus. Within a couple of minutes I could feel her approaching another orgasm. Her kisses became more frantic and her areolae were puffed out and hard. But then Kim began to calm down. Bill licked and kissed her pussy some more, and once again she became aroused, only to again begin to calm down without orgasm. I gave him some suggestions, but nothing seemed to work. He just wasn't getting her to climax. She was trembling and breathing fast, but she wasn't quite going over the top. "Well fuck this shit! I know how to get her off!" Bill suddenly muttered, and he stood up between Kim's legs and began to push his penis into her well-lubricated vagina. Kim resisted as she had done when the end of my penis had entered her. "No, Bill! We can't!" It's wrong and . . . " Kim's body didn't agree with her brain, and it completely ignored her final verbal attempt to be faithful to Rick. Bill barely pushed, and the first couple of inches of his penis slid inside her. She let out a loud cry, "AAAH!" She lifted her body off the bed and thrust her hips directly against Bill's pressure. His nine-inch penis, longer than mine but thinner, completely disappeared inside her. "Oh God!" She shrieked as their bodies smacked wetly together. Bill began to pump his penis in and out of Kim, and her hip thrusts matched his motions. She grunted and moaned with each of his movements. I didn't know if my earlier partial insertion of my penis into her constituted adultery, but she and Bill had certainly done so. I was overwhelmed with lust to commit the same sin! I sucked and nibbled on Kim's nipples and neck and watched Bill's sparkling wet penis go in and out of her. She groaned and arched her head back. All at once she clamped her legs around Bill's waist and let out a loud shriek, "EEEEE!" Her body shook hard enough to shake the entire bed, and her hips twisted and writhed against his groin as he held himself completely inside her. Bill abruptly gave two little forward thrusts with his hips and let out a loud groan. He groaned again several times as he ejaculated inside her. Each time I could see his legs tighten as he pressed harder against Kim's pussy. She continued to shriek as her body shook. This was Kim's most intense orgasm yet, and it lasted for a long time after Bill collapsed on top of her. THE FINAL LINE IS CROSSED: Unexpected Incredible Passions With Bill lying on Kim's trembling body, I was effectively displaced. I gave her a quick kiss and slid off the bed. I moved around behind him and waited. I had lost track of the number of times she had climaxed. She was obviously nearly exhausted, but somehow orgasm after orgasm continued to ripple up and down her entire body. Clearly she was too tired to resist. My penis was ready. It was swollen hard and throbbing, bouncing up and down with the rapid beating of my heart. Kim was still in the final stages of orgasm when Bill pulled out and crawled up the bed to kiss her. I immediately pressed my penis against her twitching vagina and pushed the crown inside her. I could feel her vagina gripping me hard, then stretching to accommodate me. "Wait!" She cried. "You're thicker than I've ever had. Wait! I'm still . . . " This time I couldn't ignore the sensations created by Kim's vagina pulsing on my penis, and in spite of her begging me to wait, I didn't. I applied steady pressure and steadily pushed my nearly seven inches of relatively thick penis completely inside her. She was hot, wet, and slippery with Bill's cum. As our pubic hair smashed together, she cried, "Wait! I'm still coming down! I need to rest a couple of minutes before I can cum again! I'm too sensitive! It hurts! I can't . . . " I ignored Kim's pleas and began to move in and out of her with a twisting motion. In a surprised voice she yelled, "Oh my God!" and then quickly had another loud orgasm, screaming her usual squeal as she went over the top. I slowed down, but I kept fucking her. She stopped screaming, but it was obvious from the movements of her body and from her rhythmic grunts that she was still enjoying her climax. I could feel her actively squeezing my penis with her vagina on each of my out-strokes. It felt as if she were trying to suck me back inside her. Bill began to vigorously kiss and suck on her breasts as the tempo of our mating increased. When Kim had yet another screaming climax, I was overwhelmed by the sensations, sight, sound, and smell. I climaxed several seconds before I felt myself shoot several bursts of cum inside her. She yelled and jerked with each burst. My penis quickly deflated as her vagina continued to squeeze it in hard pulses. She clearly wanted more fucking, but I couldn't stay hard. As my limp penis flopped out of her, she gave a wail of obvious disappointment. Her empty, open vagina made several popping sounds as it convulsed. Bill pushed me aside, and he again shoved himself completely into Kim. I wondered how he had managed to recover so fast! I crawled onto the bed as he began to fuck her. I gave her nipples and breasts my full attention as his loud, juicy thrusts shook the bed, whumpa, whumpa, whumpa. Her cry of disappointment immediately changed into grunts and moans of intense pleasure. In spite of the staggering fatigue that suffused my body, I soon felt myself getting hard again. The sight and scent of Kim, covered as she was with a glistening sheen of sweat, cum and pussy juice on her face, was incredibly erotic as her body immediately climbed once again into a powerful orgasm. When sight and scent was coupled with the sounds from the TV - as well as with her groans of arousal and Bill's wet slaps as he fucked her - the desire to mate again overwhelmed me. My throbbing erection poked and jabbed her body as I stimulated her breasts. The Trio Ch. 01 Kim reached a state of apparently continuous orgasm before Bill ejaculated into her again. It seemed to take him a long time to climax, but after he did, he pulled his flaccid penis out of her and nearly collapsed onto the bed. As soon as he gave me space, I once again pushed my penis into her and began to fuck her fast and hard. Her orgasm continued in rhythmic pulses around my penis. She kept shrieking as I pumped away. Her body writhed, twisted, and jerked under me as she abandoned the final vestiges of civilized propriety. Her mind and body were united at a fundamental, primitive level as her continuing orgasm completely consumed her. This middle-aged housewife and mother of two had devolved into a primitive, copulating, female, totally carnal beast. I finally ejaculated again, and the sensations were so intense I almost blacked out. I crawled back onto the bed and wrapped my arms around Kim, fitting myself to her around Bill's arms and legs. Her shrieks had turned to gasps. I felt like no man had ever satisfied a woman as I had! I wanted to mate with her over and over again until she begged me to stop, but I really needed to rest for a minute. Bill was already asleep on the other side of her. I fell asleep as her wet and slippery body continued to tremble. I heard her making gasps and groans of pleasure as I drifted off. I awoke to hear Kim saying, "Bill! Bob! Wake up! Hey! Bill! Bob!" Bill and I stirred, and I realized I was shivering. "C'mon, you guys! We gotta get covered up! I'm cold!" Kim said. Bill and I were able to pull the top sheet and blanket up and over us, and after kissing Kim, we again wrapped ourselves around her, one on each side. I could smell cum and pussy juice on her breasts as sleep came once again. I still intended to wake up in a few minutes and mount her again, but first I needed to regain my strength. I obviously overestimated my abilities. The jarring ring of a telephone jolted us awake at 7:30. "Damned wake-up call!" Bill muttered as he untangled himself from Kim and answered it. "Hey, people! We gotta get moving! God, we're a mess!" This story continues in "The Trio Ch2: Facing our unremitting carnal desire." The Trio Ch. 02 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the second chapter of a story which broke nicely into four chapters. Two of the chapters could possibly stand alone, but the four fit together better as a single tale. I've changed the characters' names and deliberately left out certain specific details in order to conceal the participants' identities. The reason will certainly become obvious. SUMMARY OF CHAPTER 1. Bill, Kim, and I had been sent by our college to an academic conference. Although each of us had been a faithful spouse (Bill to Sue, Kim to Rick, and me to Terri), the three of us had playfully ended up in bed together. Kim had surprised all three of us when her continuous orgasms only ended when Bill and I collapsed into exhaustion. THE SECOND DAY BEGINS: A Struggle between Lust and Guilt I obviously overestimated my abilities. The jarring ring of a telephone jolted us awake at 7:30. "Damned wake-up call!" Bill muttered as he untangled himself from Kim and answered it. "Hey, people! We gotta get moving! God, we're a mess!" Kim jumped up and ran naked to the bathroom. Bill and I waited our turns as her urine hissed and splashed into the toilet bowl. She turned on the shower and climbed into the tub, and Bill and I joined her after we finished our turns on the toilet. We scrubbed and cleaned her, and she cleaned each of us. There really wasn't enough room for the three of us, but nobody wanted to get out. We kissed and cuddled as we scrubbed. Kim rubbed her hands up and down our erections as our hands roamed freely over her slippery body. Her labia were prominent, swollen, and protruding. I slipped three fingers inside her, and my fingers were immediately coated with cum and her fresh secretions. I sucked everything from my fingers and kissed her, and we both began to tremble with excitement. I felt Bill's erection sliding and bumping against mine as we moved forward and back against her pussy, he from her rear and I from her front. The heads of our penises were probing and pushing along her slit, and all she had to do was arch her hips or raise one leg and one of us would enter her. Instead Kim pulled away from us and climbed out of the tub. "There's dried . . . stuff from you guys in my hair, so I've got to wash it. All my supplies are back in my room, so I gotta go there. But we really need to talk about this!" Kim pulled on her clothes as we stared at her. Her eyes darted back and forth between our erections. The look on her face was one of unmitigated arousal and desire. I could sense that she would have allowed Bill and me to undress her and begin mating with her again. All we had to do was touch her. But we didn't interfere, and she quickly got dressed. We agreed that Kim would go back to her room where she would wash and dry her hair. We decided to order a breakfast platter from room service, and have her return to our room in about an hour. Bill and I kissed her as she left our room, and she stood in the open doorway and hesitated. She gave a strange cry, then hurried out the door. I was certain she wanted more sex with us. I certainly wanted more with her! Bill and I wiped up most of the mess the three of us had made in the bed, but the sheets were soaked and the smell wouldn't go away. We were both hard, partly from bathing with Kim but mostly from the heady aroma of sex. Our penises were red and a little sore, but neither of us complained. I'd never been erect around another guy before, and it made me uncomfortable. Bill blushed when he looked at me, and I knew he felt the same way. Kim's scent mingling with the aroma of our cum kept us stiff, and there was absolutely nothing we could do about it. It felt wonderful! "Were you serious? You've never put that thick pole where it doesn't belong? I mean since you've been married?" Bill asked. I shook my head. "Me either," he replied. "And I should feel guilty as hell but it was . . . shit, it was the most incredible and fulfilling sex I've ever had!" I nodded agreement. Bill and I took showers and got dressed. The smell of pussy and cum wouldn't go away. A young woman from room service brought our food in, took one sniff, and blushed. As soon as she left, we called Kim, and a couple of minutes later she joined us and we sat down to eat. Even though I'd never seen anything like it before, there was absolutely no mistaking the just-fucked glow that covered her face. She looked unbelievably, incredibly feminine. Terri had a better figure, but Kim exuded a primitive sexuality that was irresistible. As we sat drinking coffee after devouring huge breakfasts, Kim said, "Guys, we've got a BIG problem. In one night I went from being a goody-two-shoes, faithful wife, to a double-fucked, adulterous slut. We've all got marriages and families. Lots of innocent people could get hurt if ANYBODY ever finds out about this! You know we promised we would never tell! Slumber party rules!" Bill and I nodded. "Kim, we're all in the same boat. We talked after you left. Neither of us guys has ever been unfaithful before, either. Maybe the best thing is to pretend it didn't happen and just get on with the meetings," Bill said. Guilt slowly intruded into my consciousness as I stared at Kim with her clothes on. I was still remembering how she looked naked as she climaxed. I followed up on Bill's suggestion. "Here's the program," I said. "Let's divide up the sessions and meet for lunch. Just like we planned to do." Kim and Bill quickly agreed, and we made our choices and headed our separate ways. We were late and missed the first sessions, but we managed to get to all of the others. We gathered at a quiet table in the hotel caf‚ just after Noon. We were strangely quiet. Finally Kim asked, "Well, what did you guys learn?" Bill and I didn't answer. "You first, Kim," Bill said, but Kim just looked down at her food. After a long pause she whispered, "I wasn't paying attention to anything the presenters said. I kept thinking about last night. I didn't know I could ever . . . " And she blushed a deep crimson. "Same for me," I whispered in response. "I kept getting hard. All I could feel was the throbbing in my penis. I kept remembering how you looked when . . ." Kim looked into my eyes. "When I . . . climaxed . . . over and over and didn't stop . . . and you came inside me?" Kim whispered. I nodded, and she blushed again. Abruptly she pulled out the conference schedule and insisted we divide up the afternoon sessions. Her hands were trembling. We didn't make plans for supper. The afternoon sessions were a complete waste of time. I felt guilty that I had cheated on Terri, but because I couldn't change what had happened, I thought about everything that the three of us had done. I couldn't pay attention to any of the presentations. My penis went up and down all afternoon. Twice I had to sit in empty rooms and wait until I could get up without being embarrassed. When I went to the restroom, my shorts were sticky with pre-cum. I hadn't been this excitable since I was in the eighth grade and hormones were just beginning to rage through my system. At least then I hadn't done anything wrong! Bill and I got back to our room about 5:15. The maid had cleaned it and both beds were freshly made. The smell of sex was completely gone. We each sprawled on a bed and watched the news on television. Neither of us spoke. We were totally lost in our own thoughts and memories. My penis kept getting hard as I recalled how Kim had looked and felt as she vibrated around my penis and cried out. I could almost feel her squeezing my penis as she pulled me back inside her. Remembering the intensity of sex with Kim filled my mind so completely it finally shoved my guilt aside. My penis was so hard it started to throb in my pants. Our phone rang at 6:00, and I picked it up. "You guys want to get some dinner?" Kim asked. "I'm starved!" We met her fifteen minutes later in the lobby, and we ate together in the hotel restaurant. I asked Kim about the afternoon sessions, and she blushed. "I couldn't . . . I tried . . . I . . . Oh crap!" She muttered. "I've always been juicy, but never like this! I couldn't stop! I had to go into the bathroom after every session and wipe myself off!" She blushed again and looked down at her food. Bill tried to help. "I know we shot a lot of stuff into you, Kim, but it's gotta be drained out by now!" "You dummy!" Kim muttered. "It's MY juices! I've never . . . Look! When you guys just kept going at me, it's like you threw a switch or something. Inside my body. I just completely lost it! I got completely turned on and I'm STILL turned on! Damn you both!" With that she got to her feet and headed toward the front of the restaurant. She almost ran into the ladies' room. Bill and I just looked at each other without speaking. Once again I was so hard it hurt. We picked at our food. Kim came back about five minutes later. Bill and I just stared at her. "It's been like this all day," she muttered. "I'm like a leaky faucet! If it didn't feel so good, I'd be . . . well, guilty as hell I guess." Bill and I didn't say anything. Frankly I didn't know how to respond. I could feel my own pre-cum making the head of my penis sticky and wet. We ate in silence. I stared at my food, lost in thought, thinking about the night before. The sharp clang as Kim slammed down her fork made me look up. She was staring at me. "It's mostly your fault, Bob!" Kim declared. "Hey, I'll admit I started kissing and touching you, and I tried to do you, but you pulled off me, so I don't think . . . " "Dummy! We all let things go too far! That's not what I mean!" Bill and I stared at Kim as she struggled to get her thoughts together. "Kim, all we really did was oral sex until I started . . . fucking you. If anybody's at fault, it's gotta be me," Bill whispered. Kim twisted her face into a grimace. "You guys just don't get it! I knew we'd probably have some sort of sex when I agreed to that silly slumber party. Oral sex at least. But I'd always made love for a few minutes until hubby and I both came, then we'd gotten calmed down completely before we started again. I didn't know I could stay . . . up at that level and then . . . climax over and over without stopping." Kim's face was bright red and she was breathing fast. We waited until she caught her breath. "When Bill came in me, I had an incredible orgasm. I thought . . . I tried to wait until . . . I tried to calm down. But you just shoved into me, Bob!" She whispered. "I was so sensitive it hurt at first! But then . . . My God! Something snapped inside me and my whole body . . . kind of exploded! I'd never . . . " Once again Kim had to stop to catch her breath. I don't think she was aware that she was wiggling from side to side on her chair. I knew she was really aroused, and my erection began its familiar throbbing. "Then you finally were done, and I thought . . . I thought I'd be able to get back in control. But then you . . . " Kim looked at Bill. "You started . . . fucking me again, and I completely lost it. I didn't want it to ever stop! I didn't even . . . I didn't know you had finished until I realized Bob was fucking me again. But everything's like a hazy dream! I just kept exploding . . . over and over . . . I couldn't stop! I didn't even know . . . you were both done until . . . well, I realized you were both asleep and hugging me." Neither Bill nor I said anything. I could smell the fresh scent of Kim's aroused pussy, and my erection was painful in my pants. More than anything else I wanted to mate with her again. But I also felt incredible guilt because I'd never experienced such intense sex with Terri. . . . . I didn't know if I could allow another man to make love to Terri, even if she could experience what Kim had felt last night. This obviously unfair double-standard only made me feel more guilty. Overwhelming lust and guilt consumed me, but my penis stayed erect. We finished our meal in silence. Kim's scent was so strong my food tasted of her. I really wanted to make love to her again, but whatever was making me feel guilty kept me from saying so aloud. After dinner we silently rode the elevator to our floor. We walked together down the hall, and Kim reached her room first. Bill and I stood together and watched as Kim pulled her key out of her purse. After she unlocked her door she said, "I'm going to make my hubby-and-kiddies call. Give me one of your keys. I'll come down to your room about 9:00." I gave her my key. My hand was shaking, and so was hers as she touched me. Then she quickly whirled around and ran into her room. Bill and I just stood there in front of her closed door, then we both started to grin. His face was red and blotchy, and my own felt hot. The SECOND SLUMBER PARTY: Uninhibited, Unrestrained Sexual Experimentation "You call home first, Bob. I'm going back to the lobby to get something. I'll call home when I get back." Bill gave me his key and headed back to the elevators. His pants were tented by his erection. I looked down, and my arousal was equally obvious. I unlocked our room and made my nightly telephone call to my family. I still felt guilty, but my penis kept getting hard in anticipation of Kim's returning to our room. If I hadn't realized it before, I now knew how much stronger lust was than my integrity. Bill knocked, and I let him in. I returned his key. He tossed a small plastic bag onto his bed, then called home. Promptly at 9:00 Kim unlocked and opened our door, put her small bag on the floor, then set the deadbolt. She tossed my key onto a table. We all stared at each other. "What now?" I asked. "I've been thinking about this all day. Everything we did last night was a first time for at least one of us. We've already committed adultery. If we do it again, what does it matter? I enjoyed it. A lot! We might as well see what else we can do. I want to . . . try . . . other positions . . . and other things," Kim said quietly. "I had no idea that I could stay . . . so aroused for so long. Maybe because there were two of you and you never stopped. But I really want to do it again!" Bill and I wasted no time. We took turns kissing and undressing Kim. As we did so, she stripped the clothes off us. When her bra came free, I checked the label. She was a 36D, and that was indeed much larger than Terri! She was normally a 34B, swelling to an extremely sensitive 34C during her periods. The three of us kissed and groped for several minutes after we were naked. Kim's nipples were as firm as our erections. Her pussy lips were soon swollen, puffed out, and slippery. She was so wet that her thighs glistened. Several drops of her juice fell out of her and dripped directly onto the carpet. We didn't know what to do next! As aroused as the three of us were, it just didn't seem appropriate to simply start fucking Kim. Our fondling and kissing were getting us more and more prepared, but nobody made a move. Bill broke the deadlock "Can we try anal sex?" Kim grimaced, and shook her head. "I don't want to do that, Bill. It looks like it hurts, and it's really perverted." "Okay, then can you teach me to make you climax while I eat your pussy?" Bill asked. Kim nodded, and she made a huge smile as she lay back on my bed with her legs wide apart. I stared at her wet pussy as I pushed a pillow under her hips. I tried to give Bill some pointers, but Kim stopped me. She told him in considerable, clinical detail what he should do. Did I ever learn a lot! Less than ten minutes later, he got her off, loudly and well. Then she gave Bill and me incredible blowjobs. For the next hour or so Bill and I took turns getting her more and more excited, one of us licking at her pussy, the other all over the rest of her body. Her orgasms were coming so quickly that once again we couldn't count them. . . . . . . . . . . . . Bill and I had been hard again for at least a half hour when Kim rolled off the bed. "I've never been so ready!" she exclaimed. "I can feel my cervix opening and closing, and my insides are moving all around! I REALLY need to be fucked hard and fast!" Kim put several chair cushions on the rug, and when she got down on her hands and knees, we knew what she wanted. After all, we'd all seen the same movie! Bill fucked her first, and he really gave her the hard and fast action she had requested. She had two quick, powerful orgasms before he ejaculated into her during the third. . . . . I took Bill's place, and I could feel Kim's pussy convulsing as I slipped inside her. Almost immediately she screamed, and her pussy squeezed my penis several times. I kept moving in and out of her, and her orgasm built even higher. Her legs began to shake and jerk, and I couldn't hold back. After my final squirt, her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto her side, pulling me out of her. She rested for a couple of minutes as cum from Bill and me leaked out of her and pooled on one of the cushions. Bill didn't wait very long. He rolled Kim into the missionary position and began to furiously fuck her. She screamed several times as a nearly continuous orgasm rippled through her body for several minutes. Bill climaxed and collapsed next to her, and she lay on her back, gasping for breath. She looked up at me and said, "More! Put it in my mouth so I can get it hard again!" . . . . Kim quickly recovered her strength. As soon as she got me hard again with her mouth, she had me lie on my back. She straddled me and slowly lowered herself until I was completely inside her. Then she twisted, bounced, squeezed, and wiggled until she climaxed. When I didn't ejaculate - which was easy to keep from doing since I'd already come - she tried harder. She screamed and trembled with several orgasms before I finally couldn't hold back any longer. I felt a burning heat between my legs. I came so hard I got dizzy even though I was lying down. All of my energy was drained, and I could barely move. I began to fall asleep as soon as Kim pulled off me. Even with my eyes closed I heard the sounds of her riding Bill. Sometime later I awoke as they both crawled into bed with me. Once again Bill and I wrapped ourselves around Kim and we fell asleep in a tangled mess of sweaty, sticky bodies. She was still ready to fuck, but Bill and I were worn out. As I drifted off to sleep, I realized that she would enjoy even more men fucking her. Given her level of arousal, we needed a LOT more guys! Five? Six? Several hours later I felt Bill get out of bed, then return. Kim had rolled partway onto me, and her behind was facing Bill. She was sound asleep and breathing slowly and deeply. In the dim light I could see him rubbing between her legs. He glanced at me and held a finger across his lips so that I would be quiet. He gently moved her so that she was lying on her side, and he put his right leg between hers, then lifted that leg. His penis disappeared between her legs and he leaned forward. Kim's body suddenly jerked in my arms, and she cried, "OW!" Then Bill shoved against her, and she let out a gasp, followed by a yelp of pain. Bill moved again, and she screamed, "GOD! NO! YOU'RE IN MY ASS!" I slipped out from under her and got up. She tried to roll over and get up, but Bill grabbed her hips and slammed his penis completely into her. She stopped moving and began to sob. "That hurts so much. Ow! Ow!" I turned on a light so that I could see more clearly. Bill's purchase had been some lubricating jelly from the drugstore in the lobby. Obviously he had greased Kim's anus and his own penis - and then raped her as she slept. I was shocked when I realized that her obvious pain and humiliation made me rock hard! I wanted to do it, too! . . I hadn't known that I could be intensely aroused by someone else's helplessness and degradation. I was unbelievably excited by seeing Bill's forced anal penetration of Kim. I'm glad she didn't ask me for help because I wouldn't have done anything. I was learning even more dark secrets about my sense of honor. The Trio Ch. 02 . . Kim finally stopped crying, and Bill began to move his long penis in and out of her, moving very slowly. At first pain flashed across her face with each movement, but within a few minutes she began to make her familiar little grunts of pleasure. Bill picked up the pace, and all at once he groaned several times. I could see the spasms as his balls twitched and his sperm shot into Kim's rectum. She grunted in pleasure, but she obviously didn't climax. Kim also didn't get up, and Bill fell asleep on top of her, his penis still lodged inside her. I turned out the light and got back in bed. She rolled over when Bill came out of her. I too was soon asleep, with my head against her breasts. She was cupping my penis and balls with one of her hands. Apparently being fucked in the ass had not been an entirely unpleasant experience. I could smell that she was again really aroused, but I was still too tired to do anything more. Sometime later I awoke to an odd, wet sensation on my penis. I was fully erect and lying on my back. Kim was rubbing something up and down my erection. Bill was asleep. "Shhh!" She whispered. "I'm too turned on to sleep. I want to see if I can get off like those girls in the movie! With a prick in my ass!" With that she straddled me facing my feet, and lowered herself until the head of my penis was pressing against her anus. Kim took a long time getting the head of my penis past her sphincter. "You're thicker!" she muttered. When her anus clamped down around the narrow groove at the base of my crown, she let out a loud moan that woke Bill. He sat up, turned on a light, and kissed her. Then he sat back and watched Kim's actions. . . . . Kim slid herself down me slowly, taking lots of time to get used to the increasing amount of my penis inside her. When she finally had me all the way in, she squatted on me for several minutes, breathing loudly. Then she began to lift up, then squat down. I can only describe the sensation as erotic beyond imagining! Her rectum squeezed my entire penis, providing more sexual stimulation than I had ever felt before. I watched my penis disappear inside her then emerge as she moved up and down. In spite of my earlier ejaculations, it only took a couple of minutes until I told Kim that I was almost ready to cum. She stopped moving, then began again when I calmed down. She was gradually getting aroused herself. She brought me to the edge several times, stopping each time. I was starting to go crazy! The internal pressure in my balls was almost as strong as the external pressure on my penis! Finally Kim fingered her clitoris until she started to climax, then she moved herself frantically up and down on me. She moaned loudly with each impact of our bodies as they slammed together. I screamed loudly as my balls unloaded everything they still had into her bowels, and I thrust my hips against her, lifting her off the bed. My penis remained rock-hard inside her tight rectum. I heard her scream of orgasm, and then I felt her body shaking just before I drifted away into sleep. I was aware of her lying on top of me with my penis still inside her. THE THIRD DAY: Seizing Every Opportunity . . . It was almost daylight when I awoke. I heard Bill washing his penis in the bathroom sink. Hel came back to bed. Soon I was spooning Kim, and they were kissing and petting. She slid his penis partway into her vagina, rolled over on him, and began to ride him as I watched. They both easily climaxed within a couple of minutes, and she fell on top of him. I rubbed her back as she gradually came down. They both fell asleep before I did. At least she was satisfied for the moment! I got up and cleaned my penis, too, then returned to bed. Several hours later I got up and took a leak and checked the time. It was after 10:00 and I was starving! I heard the squeak of the maid's cart in the hall, so I quickly opened the door and hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the doorknob, then crawled back into bed with Bill and Kim. I gently pulled Kim off of Bill, and I spooned against her again. My erect penis pressed against her thighs, and I wiggled and pushed until I was able to slide it into her vagina. She was slippery and wet. I only had about the first two or three inches of my penis inside her, but as I moved in and out, I could feel the head of my penis pressing against her G-spot. She was still asleep. I continued to slowly fuck her. Kim's breathing began to change, and she made little sounds in her sleep. I felt her vagina grip my penis each time I moved. Her vagina began to squeeze harder and faster, and Kim awoke with a loud grunt. She immediately started to climax, and her whole body jumped and trembled. I was unable to hold back, and I blasted what cum I still had into her. She let out a long sigh. "That's a wonderful way to wake up. Thank you!" she whispered. With my arms around her and my hands on her breasts, I held Kim for a few more minutes until she squeezed and I came out of her. Then she sat up, slapped Bill on the behind, and announced, "Nature calls!" With that she bounded out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I could see streaks of my cum dripping down her thighs. What a truly erotic sight! We shared another shower, then dried off. This time Kim had no need to wash her hair, and she hid in our bathroom when breakfast was delivered. As soon as the room service guy departed, she strutted unashamedly nude out of the bathroom and began to eat breakfast. We, of course, undressed too. It was surreal. Here we were. Three married friends, exploring our sexuality with complete disregard for our spouses and families. None of us had ever imagined we could behave this irresponsibly. Yet whatever guilt we felt was totally overwhelmed by the intense sexual excitement of overpowering lust. Kim even stood up, bent over, and shamelessly spread he cheeks so that we could examine her anus. It was very red, but she grunted and moaned with pleasure as we fingered it. It was a complete triumph of animal desire over morality and decency. We were drinking coffee and I was staring at Kim's protruding nipples when she said, "I'm not going to any more sessions. We're never going to be able to do this again, so screw the conference. We've got the rest of today and one more night in this hotel. I don't want to waste it." She kissed us both. "Aren't you a getting sore?" Bill asked. "We've been doing you almost constantly, and when I try to do too much at home, well . . . " Kim laughed. "I've never been this wet and slippery before! I'm a little sore, yes, but I'm still really turned on! Have you guys had enough?" She reached out and took hold of each of our erections. "Apparently not!" She announced. Bill got dressed and put the trays from breakfast into the hall. "She's finished your room already," he said to Kim. "We can go down there and let her clean this one." We did exactly that. Kim gave us one of her keys, and when the maid was in another room, she slipped down the hall into her own. Bill and I waited a few minutes, then removed the "Do Not Disturb" sign from our room, and headed toward the elevators. As soon as the maid disappeared into a room, we sneaked quietly into Kim's room. She was wide awake, lying naked on her back on her bed, legs apart, waiting for us. She was as eager to mate as we were. We didn't disappoint her. With room-service breaks for lunch and dinner, and with several naps, we spent the entire day having sex with Kim. "I can't believe how it feels to have two men making love to me at once!" She said. "Rick will never let me do this again, so today will have to last a lifetime! I've never been so aroused - or so completely sexually satisfied!" By mid-afternoon, Kim's bed was a sodden mess, and we returned to Bill and my room. My penis was shooting blanks. My climaxes were still incredible, but not much came out. Bill had the same problem. It was taking longer and longer to get us erect. Even though I was in really good shape, I felt like a runner who's hit the wall. I had just finished fucking Kim, and Bill was beginning to make the grunts which signaled his impending ejaculation. I wanted to get hard again, but my penis remained limp. Somehow I'd kept from collapsing into sleep, but even the intoxicating scents of sex were no longer enough to produce the stiffening required to copulate. Bill's verbal cries meant he was getting closer and closer, and it would be my turn. But this time I wasn't going to be able to perform. Again I had a fleeting thought that we ought to have more men - just to satisfy Kim. In the sex-crazed fog that surrounded us, that impossibility seemed no more unlikely than the three of us fucking. I thought of calling room service and asking for a couple of guys, and I found that idea so amusing that I began to chuckle. My penis remained limp, sticky, and slightly sore. Their fucking suddenly changed tempo. Kim screamed, and her body shook the bed as a tidal wave of pleasure washed over her, again and again. Bill grunted a couple of times, and through the bed I could feel the impact of his thrusts as he reached his own climax. In a matter of minutes his dick would slip out of her, and I would be expected to take over. My tumescence simply would not come. I rubbed my weenie to no avail. Kim and Bill separated, and she lay on her back, presenting herself to me with her legs apart. She opened her eyes and blinked, then stared at my crotch through eyes overwhelmed with erotic pleasure. The look of disappointment that immediately enveloped her face struck me like a physical blow. . . . . Oral sex had only been a preliminary, preparatory activity, but I had no choice. As I leaned over Kim, I felt my stomach churn at the sight of the mixture of semen from both Bill and me that seeped from her twitching pussy. I slipped three fingers inside her, and I could feel Bill's latest modest slimy deposit slipping through my fingers. I fought my nausea as I lowered my face to her glistening, swollen, pink labia. As my tongue moved slowly up Kim's labia, the taste of her fresh juices and Bill's semen was fused with the heady, powerful aroma of their intermixed perspiration. Carnal desire completely supplanted my nausea, and I lapped up everything I could swallow. My enthusiastic oral and digital stimulation lifted her to another loud orgasm, bringing with it another flow of fresh pussy juice. I'd thought that licking Kim's pussy juice from her labia was erotic, but it didn't compare to the new tastes I was experiencing. I felt my penis beginning to stir, and I continued cunnilingus and finger-fucking as she quickly began to climb to another climax. I rubbed my entire face back and forth against her pussy, smearing my face with the tangy mixture that coated her pussy. My enthusiasm sent her over the top once again. I could feel the tingling sensations that announced the return of my erection as I licked and sucked Kim's writhing pussy. Her screams ended, and she moaned loudly with each slurpy caress of my tongue. I slipped my fingers out of her and moved up her body. Kim's head was back and her mouth was wide open. I rubbed my fingers over her lips, and she moaned with passion as she licked and sucked the semen and pussy juice from each finger. I kissed her with my slippery face, and I felt my erection poking against her crotch. She moved her hips, and my penis made its now familiar entrance into her vagina. I pushed it balls-deep into her, and she squeezed it firmly. Kim was still so aroused that I knew she would climax quickly once I began thrusting in and out of her, but I could feel her excitement rising as we kissed. Even though our mouths were open, she was breathing rapidly through her nose. She was ferociously licking the juice from my face as she squeezed me against her body. Her excitement increased. Kim screamed and her hips thrust up and down against my body, barely moving my erection in and out. Her vagina was wiggling so hard it felt like a vibrator. She screamed again, then held her breath as she arched her back and pressed me firmly against her clitoris. She finally relaxed and caught her breath. "Wow! . . . The taste . . . really . . . set me . . . off! . . . I didn't . . . know . . . " I started to fuck Kim again. Her reaction was immediate and powerful. "Oh! God! EEEEEH!" Kim yelled as her intense orgasm returned, stronger than before. The pleasurable sensations flowing out of my penis were powerful, and under normal circumstances I would have ejaculated. But I could feel none of the usual pressure in my balls. Apparently my baby juice reservoir was empty, completely drained by our earlier activities. I knew I could keep fucking Kim for several minutes before her pussy contractions overwhelmed me. Kim had reached a new, intense level of excitement, and when I finally ejaculated, she was exhausted. "Guys, give me a couple of minutes, okay? I'm so tired I can hardly lift my arms! And my legs are still trembling! God! I didn't know it could be like that!" Bill and I certainly didn't mind a break. I hoped that another cream pie would eventually revive my erection, but I'd just finished, and I was tired, too. Bill's penis was completely limp, and he was lying on his back, nearly asleep. I flopped down on the bed with Kim between us. . . . . A few minutes later I felt Kim's hand fondling my penis and balls. She sat up and got playful. She delighted in playing with our penises, and after a lot of attention from her fingers and tongue, we were both erect again. "Rick's and Bob's are about the same length, but Bob's is a lot thicker. Rick's and Bill's are about the same thickness, but Bill's is longer. I love the different ways they feel inside me!" She obviously also loved the way they felt in her fingers! And in her mouth! Kim climbed onto Bill and rode him. After our brief rest, she remained so completely aroused that she easily had orgasm after orgasm. She no longer made any effort to subdue her vocal responses, and by dinnertime her voice was hoarse and raspy. It was wonderfully exciting to hear her primitive growl as she came! We had mated standing, sitting, Bending over a chair, and even in several genuinely odd and uncomfortable ways - which made us laugh as well as climax. We even enjoyed good anal sex during the afternoon. Several times one of us was fucking Kim as she gave the other a blowjob. If we could imagine it, we did it. About 10:00 that evening Bill and I were taking another much-needed rest when she surprised us by announcing, "There's one thing I really want to do. I saw it in the movie. I want to have both of you inside me at the same time. That's called a double penetration, right?" Who could turn down that offer? Kim easily sucked us both into full erection. Bill greased his penis with the lubricant, and as soon as he was completely inside Kim's anus, she raised up and I slipped into her vagina. Bill and I were sitting on the bed with Kim upright between us, facing me. She kept moaning, "So full! God! I can't believe how full it feels! I'm already right on the edge!" I could feel Bill's erection rubbing against mine as she wiggled her hips. He was staring at me. "It's okay, Bob," he said. "We're fucking Kim, not each other. It's okay!" He twisted inside Kim, making her moan. I felt my balls rubbing against his as the entire length of his shaft rubbed against mine through the thin layer of skin separating our erect penises. Kim clenched her vagina, sliding my genitals across Bill's. In spite of everything we had done, it was the most erotic sensation I had felt. But Bill was wrong. The three of us were fucking each other. For several minutes we just clung to each other, reveling in the quick spasms of excitement that spread out from our conjoined sex organs. Kim wiggled and twisted as we held her upright, double-impaled upon our penises. Her mouth hung open as her entire body trembled in nearly continuous, relatively mild orgasms. I kissed and sucked on her breasts, and we shared some long tongue kisses each time she came down. Bill rubbed her back and reached around and rubbed her breasts. We could feel her orgasms becoming more and more powerful even though we were barely moving inside her. Finally her breathing starting coming in little gasps, and we knew she was ready, really ready! As soon as we began to slide in and out of Kim, she erupted into a hoarse, screaming, bed-shaking orgasm. Bill and I moved together, and then we moved separately with one of us going in as the other came out. No matter what we did, her orgasms got stronger and lasted longer. We had already ejaculated so many times that we could keep from having a climax, and we stayed hard for nearly a half-hour. Her orgasms rippled up and down her body, never really stopping. Her hoarse, growling screams made me feel like an animal rutting in mating season. Kim thrust and wiggled her hips against her double penetration, continually changing the sources of her stimulation. Her arms and legs first crushed us against her and then released us and waved and jerked uncontrollably. Bill and I could feel the pulsing waves as her vagina and uterus vibrated against our shafts. Moans, grunts, gasps, and Kim's growls were the only sounds we made as the three of us abandoned any residual inhibitions. Bill and I deliberately rubbed our penises together inside Kim as we added male-male sex to our mating. Nothing I had previously experienced prepared me for the primitive, animalistic sensations spreading from my genitals through my entire body. First Bill's legs and arms - and then mine - began to thrash and jerk as Kim's were already doing. We barely managed to keep her from falling off us as we lost control of our bodies. The sensations were so intense that I couldn't tell when I climaxed, but I must have. I thought I felt bursts of wet heat several times. A couple of minutes later I felt Bill's penis swell as he ejaculated in a series of intense, body-shaking, thrusts. Kim continued to tremble and shake. She was no longer able to hold herself upright, but Bill and I somehow managed to keep her from falling. We were all soaked in sweat. Finally Kim became too heavy to support, and we lowered her to the bed. Her trembling body released our limp penises. We pulled the covers up and slept the rest of the night, once again in a tangle of wet, exhausted bodies. Several times I felt Bill's hand holding my balls when I partially awoke as I changed positions in the bed. THE JOURNEY HOME: No End to Passion and Lust When we woke up, Kim was immediately ready for more sex, but Bill and I were too exhausted, and the environment wasn't really sexy anyway, in spite of our nakedness. Awaking in a damp bed that smelled strongly of stale sweat didn't stimulate me, and the accumulation of our secretions had congealed into a disgustingly smelly, sticky paste. I assumed we'd enjoyed our last fuck for the trip. After our joint shower and naked breakfast, Kim returned to her own room to pack up. We left huge tips for the maid. She had earned them, and by the time she finished in our room, she would probably deserve even more! Shortly after 11:00 we checked out and caught a shuttle bus to the airport. Kim sat between Bill and me as we bounced along, and she was generous with body contact. Her pupils were dilated, and I could tell from the colors on her face and the sound of her breathing that she was almost aroused enough to climax. She kept twitching in the seat and making little grunts and groans. "I can't believe how wet I am!" she whispered, then stuck her tongue into my ear. In spite of my fatigue I was immediately erect, and she whispered in my ear, "You're ready, too! Too bad we can't do it in the airport!" A few minutes after 1:00 we were airborne on the first leg of our flight home. Bill and Kim had seats together, and I was seated several rows back, sitting alone in a row with three seats in the half-filled plane. I missed touching Kim, but I was also completely wiped out. I closed my eyes and dropped into deep sleep as the plane waited on the tarmac. The Trio Ch. 02 We were airborne when I was awakened from my dreamless sleep by a sharp slap on my leg. Kim dropped a note into my lap and headed toward the rear of the plane, followed closely by Bill. He had a tent in his pants and a huge grin on his face. I unfolded the note and read, "Wait 10 min. @ bathrm. Your turn after Bill." Several minutes later I headed back toward the lavatories. One was empty, and the other was locked. I stood in front of the locked one and waited. Other passengers stared curiously at me, so I sat down in a vacant seat on the aisle near the lavatories. Perhaps thirty seconds later I became aware of a rhythmic thumping sound coming from behind the locked lavatory door. Then I heard Kim's little squeals and Bill's grunts synchronized with the whumpa-whumpa sound. The muffled sound of Kim's long, hoarse, growling scream as she climaxed was audible for at least ten rows. Bill's loud groan, accompanied by several loud thumps, immediately followed as her scream faded. Several people seated nearby laughed, and several others made critical, disgusted comments. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . One woman was positively irate. "I think it's a disgrace! I'm buzzing for the stewardess! Their rings aren't the same so I know they aren't even married! But even if they were, it's disgusting to have to put up with that in a public place!" I wondered what she would say when I took my turn! I estimated how long it would take Kim and Bill to clean up. I waited for a couple of minutes, then got to my feet and headed for the lavatory. The irate woman stared at me with her mouth hanging open in disbelief. I held up the back of my hand and displayed my wedding ring so that she could see that Kim and I weren't married, either. She was so shocked her mouth stayed open, but no sound came out. I heard the lock click, and somebody bumped solidly against the door. After a few seconds it opened and Bill squeezed out. He was grinning. The scent of fresh sexual activity wafted over me as he slipped past me and headed for his seat. I quickly went inside the lavatory and locked the door. Kim was sitting on the sink with her skirt around her waist. She wasn't wearing panties or pantyhose. Her blouse was unbuttoned and her bra was pushed up over her breasts. Her face had a radiant post-coital glow. There were droplets of perspiration on her forehead. She was blotting cum from her crotch with a wad of toilet paper. Her labia were dark red, wet, and protruding. She smiled at me. Her eyes were bright and sparking in spite of her near exhaustion. . . . . I dropped my pants and shorts around my ankles, and I easily slipped my penis into Kim's cum-drenched vagina. We kissed, and I played with her breasts as I began to fuck her. I glanced down, and her clitoris was sticking straight out, rubbing against my body with each thrust. "Welcome to the mile-high club!" she moaned into my mouth. "I'm still incredibly turned on, and I just had to fuck you both one more time!" Kim surprised me when she slid forward and suddenly came off the sink. Since her legs were so much shorter than mine, she was held off the floor by my penis inside her. She made a happy sound of pleasure and began to wiggle her body against mine. She was really ready, and it only took a few bouncing thrusts with my hips. The pressure against her clitoris and against the front of her vagina overwhelmed her, and her sudden loud, hoarse yell of climax almost deafened me in that tiny little space! I held her against me as the now familiar trembling movements of her climaxing body shook us both. I was too uncomfortable to cum, so I lifted Kim's hips up. Her legs were jerking around, and it took me several seconds to get her seated on the sink again. I began to fuck her again, even though she was still trembling as her orgasm receded. She quickly built to another climax, and I felt her vagina squeezing and releasing my penis faster and faster. I struggled to hold myself back. . . . . When Kim again climaxed and hoarsely screamed, I yielded to the genital sensations and yelled and came, too. I held and caressed and kissed her as her vagina pulsed and squeezed my penis, milking my remaining drips of cum into her body. My legs trembled as I struggled to stand. Our combined fluids oozed out of her and dribbled slowly down both of my legs to my knees. I leaned against Kim and pulled her close against me. Even though I was having trouble standing, I didn't want this moment to end. Her vagina continued to massage my penis. My feelings for her were so strong at that moment that I wondered if I could live without her. Somebody began pounding on the door, yelling for us to come out, shattering that emotionally-charged moment. I finally pulled out of Kim. I was already hard again. Incredible! Never before had I ever been able to recover so fast, and I was almost dead tired! Kim grabbed my rod with her hand, then released me and smeared our juices onto my lips. The pounding on the door continued as we shared the taste in a long, passionate kiss. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The pounding continued as Kim and I cleaned up and dressed with difficulty in the confined space, then opened the door. Three flight attendants, two of them women, were standing in front of the door. One of the female flight attendants glared at us, then sniffed the air and glared again. Kim smiled sweetly and said, "If you're nice, maybe he'll do you, too!" The stewardess turned bright red, and Kim and I pushed past her and headed forward. The steward had a huge grin on his face, and the other attendant looked more amused than angry. Kim surprised me by taking the empty window seat next to mine. "I'm still too excited to sleep, and I really want to do more!" she said. I was so tired I could have used the rest, but isn't a gentleman supposed to do what the lady asks? . . . . . . I got a blanket from the overhead compartment, and we partially undressed ourselves under it. We caressed and fingered each other until the "Fasten Seat Belts" sign came on. By that time she had jerked me off and I had slowly finger-fucked her to another long, loud orgasm. We cleaned ourselves up as best we could using the blanket. In places it was a sticky mess before we were done. Kim and I giggled as we commented about what the angry flight attendant would find when she picked it up from the row of seats we had used! We had a seventy-five-minute layover before our final flight. When we checked in, Kim changed her reservation so that she had a seat by herself. I was both disappointed and relieved. Never before had I been intimate with a woman who had so completely enjoyed her sexuality, and I didn't want that intimacy to end. But I was also almost completely exhausted, and I really needed to sleep. Once again I wondered if it would have been better to have had four or five - or more - guys instead of just Bill and me. After all Kim had only stopped fucking when Bill and I had been unable to continue. I'd heard about gang-fucks, but in spite of what the three of us had done, I couldn't quite imagine one. Perhaps I didn't really want to share her with anyone else. Kim spent most of the layover in the ladies' room. Bill and I fell asleep in our chairs while we waited for her. When we boarded the plane, her makeup was perfect, and unless one knew what she had really been doing, she looked as if she was simply tired from traveling. However if anyone stared carefully, the look of ardent sexual arousal in her eyes gave her away, but we assumed Rick wouldn't notice. AFTERMATH: Memories and Resolution of Guilt He didn't. When we entered the terminal, Rick greeted Kim with a big hug and a kiss. Bill and I waved goodbye as we headed for the bus to take us to the long-term parking lot and our own cars. Just before we separated after dragging our bags from the bus, we looked at each other and grinned. "We can't ever tell anybody about this, can we?" He asked. "And besides. Who would ever believe it? I almost don't believe it myself!" We laughed and shook hands. Both of us were erect. Perhaps two minutes later the last vestige of humor disappeared as I began to face reality, and I was suddenly overcome with guilt. How could I possibly face Terri? I pulled into the parking lot for a strip mall and stopped the car. I examined my face in the rearview mirror. Did my infidelity show? Was there something in my eyes that gave it away? Would Terri discover the sticky residue in my underwear? I had betrayed the vows I had made to the love of my life! Could I just go on, pretending what I had done had never happened? Should I confess my betrayal to Terri and accept the consequences like a man? I sat in my car and wrestled with my decision for about a half-hour. I finally decided to abide by the agreement I had made with Kim and Bill, rather than the vows with Terri that I had already broken. I knew that three families would be destroyed if I confessed to Terri, not simply mine alone. But more importantly I realized that I could free myself from my guilt by confessing, and thus transfer the entire problem to Terri. She, of course, had absolutely no effective way to either deal with the situation or to correct it. Confessing to Terri amounted to being even more selfish than I had already been. At least those were the rationalizations I talked myself into. In truth I didn't want my marriage to end, and it probably would if I told Terri. She would neither forgive nor forget. I decided I should simply live with the guilt and make up for it, somehow, by loving Terri even more. This foolish decision was only one of many I had made during the trip. When Terri greeted me at the door, I surprised her by the passion in my kiss. She gave me that special smile and look signifying that we would get the kids into bed as soon as possible so that we could romp. Not surprisingly I had fantastic staying power, and she had several powerful orgasms before she collapsed into sleep within seconds of my minuscule ejaculation. In the morning we mated again before the alarm went off - something we hadn't done since our first child had been born. Terri even screamed so loudly she was embarrassed - and that hadn't happened since our honeymoon! I was particularly careful to avoid spending time alone with Kim. I know how easily I could be enticed into more sex with her. I feel an incredibly strong desire to fuck her again. Even after sex with Terri, I'd wake up in the middle of the night remembering how it felt to explode inside Kim. I don't love her, but I feel something very much like love when I think about that trip. Does love lead to sex or is it the other way around? I do know now that I can't have sex without powerful emotional involvement as a consequence. I can barely remember my first "conquest," so I wasn't always this way. And what happened to the proposed new program - the reason for the three of us traveling together in the first place? The Dean of the other school lost interest, our Provost got busy with other projects, and the entire thing fell through. My Dean, who was clearly upset about the decision, broke the news to me a few weeks after Bill, Kim, and I returned. "At least you got a fucking trip out of it," he crudely remarked to me. Truly he had no idea! I wish I could end this tale happily. For example, we all transferred our newly- discovered lust to our respective mates, and we soon had three sexually-intense marriages. Unfortunately what we had learned on that trip about the power of lust was only the beginning. More important, in order to hold our marriages together, all three of us would have to successfully hide the source of our collection of erotic secrets from our three spouses. We were foolish to believe that this was possible. Within six months . . . But that's another story. I hope you'll read "The Trio, Ch.3: Retaliation for husband's infidelity." In the meantime you'll be happier if you simply pretend that our erotic journey had a fairytale ending with everyone living, loving, and fucking happily ever after. The Trio Ch. 03 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the third chapter of a story which broke nicely into four chapters. Two of the chapters could possibly stand alone, but the four fit together better as a single tale. I've changed the characters' names and deliberately left out certain specific details in order to conceal the participants' identities. The reason will certainly become obvious. SUMMARY OF CHAPTERS 1 AND 2. Bill, Kim, and I had been sent by our college to an academic conference. Although each of us had been a faithful spouse (Bill to Sue, Kim to Rick, and me to Terri), the three of us had playfully ended up in bed together. Kim had surprised all three of us when her continuous orgasms only ended when Bill and I collapsed into exhaustion. The three of us had unexpectedly experienced the most intense sexual passions we had ever imagined, and in spite of attempting to end our affair, we resumed our three-way sex the following evening. We had experimented and explored our sexuality for most of the next two days, finally joining the mile-high club. We had vowed to conceal what we had done from our spouses. . . . . . HOME AGAIN: New knowledge, new guilt, new lies In addition to a revival of my sexual passions, I also gained a profound understanding about the power of sexual temptation - and raw lust. I'm no longer judgmental about people who get caught in affairs. Given the right circumstances, any of us could stray. I only did it that one time, but who knows? As I'll relate, I almost fucked Kim again after we returned from the conference. But I now carefully and deliberately avoid situations that could become too tempting. And I also better understand my own limitations about resisting sex when it's offered, so I'm careful - very careful. . . . . It took several months, but Terri and I managed to spice up our sex lives by including everything I had done with Kim - other than including another man in our bed. I had always known that Terri was more experienced than I, and this was readily confirmed the first time we tried anal sex. "You once told me this was disgusting! But go easy. It's been a while, and I'll need a little time to stretch it open," she said. . . . . Oral sex, which had previously been an incidental part of our sexual repertoire, became our most frequent activity. Not only did we use our lips and tongues to prepare each other for intercourse, but for the first time we engaged in juicy oral activities after we had copulated. Our sex now always lasted for more than an hour, rather than the few minutes it had before I had strayed. It was common for us to make love for most of the night - as we had done on our honeymoon. We made love three or four times a week. It was terrific! However Terri wasn't being completely honest with me, either. Although she denied it, I sensed that she was really disappointed when - in spite of additional oral sex - I collapsed and fell asleep after three times, or occasionally after only two times. Her level of arousal and her desire to continue was greater than at any previous time in our marriage. Her lust was reminiscent of Kim's when Bill and I had been fucking her almost continuously. Often when I was worn out, Terri seemed to be just getting warmed up. I even had hazy, illusory memories of Terri fingering herself to several orgasms while I slept after collapsing when I couldn't continue, but she adamantly denied doing so. I persuaded myself that I had been dreaming, confusing Terri's and Kim's sexual desires. After all Terri had never experienced the continual, sustained orgasms that Bill and I had produced in Kim. Surely I had dreamed that she had repeatedly masturbated after making love to me. Surely. I didn't confess my infidelity to Terri. Instead, in considerable detail I told her about the sex movie that Bill and I had watched, omitting that the important fact that Kim had joined us to watch the movie on the second night. I used what I had seen in the movie to explain my sudden interest in sexual activities which I had previously thought were perverted and disgusting. But women are incredibly intuitive, I felt guilty about cheating with Kim, and so I wondered if Terri suspected what Bill, Kim, and I had done on that trip. Several times I almost broke down and confessed everything to Terri, but I managed to remain true to my promise to Bill and Kim, even though I had broken my marriage vows to Terri. The intensity of our new sex lives assuaged my conscience. . . . . Excuses are easy to rationalize. After all, I may have cheated, but it had been almost an accident! And look how much pleasure Terri was receiving as a result! Everything was okay, right? Our marriage was stronger as a result of my affair, right? Certainly the sex was better than ever before! Right? Everything was great, right? Why spoil it by confessing, right? Right? Well, almost. Not long after we returned from the convention, I attended a year- end party hosted by my Dean. I shared a few innocent words with Kim, and I felt myself getting hard as I glanced into her abundant cleavage. When she smiled at me and I looked into her sparkling eyes, I completely lost control. In seconds I felt my penis explode into full erection inside my pants. She glanced at my bulging crotch, and she her lips parted as her face turned red and her breathing became raspy. I was surprised by the intensity of my reaction to her. I had become irrationally aroused in only a matter of seconds. I was completely consumed with an overwhelming desire to fuck her again. The look in her eyes told me she was as excited as was I. I had taken her arm and had begun to lead her back to one of the bedrooms when she pulled away, sadly shook her head, and turned to join another group of people. Several seconds later I found out how she had managed to control her lust when I had been totally preoccupied by my own. I was lustfully staring at Kim's behind as she moved away from me, vividly remembering how it looked when she was naked with streaks of cum on her legs, and I almost screamed when Terri unexpectedly took hold of my arm. "What did Kim say, honey?" She asked in an icy tone. She discreetly squeezed my erection through my pants. "You're hot to trot, and I can tell that you got her juices flowing. Is there something you're not telling me?" I told Terri I had responded to the sight of Kim's abundant cleavage and tight skirt, and Terri muttered something unintelligible and moved away from me. My erection slowly faded, and I was confident I had dodged another bullet. But it had been a close one. I had really wanted to fuck Kim again. And I had almost done so with Terri close enough to have caught me. Dumb! How dumb can a guy get? I'd been thinking with my balls. Moments later one of the young bachelor members of the faculty asked Terri to dance, and she gave him a huge smile as she accepted. She gave me an angry glance, then moved away with him. Although I was still experiencing lust for Kim, I was also proud of how good Terri looked. Each week she worked out several times at the gym, and she was carrying almost no extra fat. Her 34B breasts were still perky and firm, and her shapely behind was obviously tight and firm under her skirt. I watched them dance, and as I had done once before, I managed to transfer my lust from Kim back to Terri. I hoped we would make love until dawn. . . . . I watched another young faculty member cut in, and I knew Terri would be occupied for several minutes as they competed for her attention. I felt a bolt of jealousy when I saw how closely she molded her body to her new partner. She danced like that with me in order to turn me on. She was angry about Kim turning me on, and she was making a point. One of his hands began to rub her behind. I turned around so I couldn't see them anymore. It gave me a few moments to think about my problem with Kim without my jealousy interfering. Of course I understood the actual problem. My lust was only part of it. When three people have a secret, it's only a matter of time until somebody lets something slip. But optimists still hope, even if it doesn't always help. And I had been lucky so far. If I could completely avoid Kim, perhaps I would no longer react to her with such animal intensity. Perhaps. PULLING ON A THREAD: The secrets begin to unravel Everything was fine for two more months. But I knew things were starting to go sour when I heard that Sue had thrown Bill out. They were separated for a month before she took him back. In the meantime divorce rumors were a constant topic around the office coffee pot. The campus buzzed with stories about Sue finding out that Bill had participated in a multi-day orgy while she stayed home with their children. The details in the rumors were remarkably close to the truth. Although no names were mentioned, another man was supposed to have been present and participating. Terri asked me what I knew, and I lied and told her I didn't believe the stories. Perhaps six or seven weeks later Terri and I were at a party that Rick and Kim also attended. I was slowly and carefully making my way through the crowd toward Kim in order to test my level of lust, when I noticed that Terri was heading in the same direction. I stopped just in time, and I overheard Terri ask Kim, "Do you think the rumors are true? That Bill - you know, the guy you and Bob went to the conference with - shared some slut with another guy?" I was standing a few feet behind Terri, and I couldn't see her face. But the shocked look on Kim's face was easily read. Terri was asking Kim if she really was the slut in question. Kim glanced at me, paled, and shook her head. She mumbled something about it not being her business, and then she hurried away. I was close enough to hear Terri mutter under her breath, "That's not an answer!" I quickly turned and joined another group of people before Terri could see the expression on my face. I studiously avoided Kim for the rest of the evening. About an hour later Terri said she had a headache and we left the party early. A few minutes later as we got ready for bed, Terri confronted me. "Bob, I keep hearing stories about Kim, Bill, and you. If you lied to me about it before, tell me. NOW! You came back from that trip all full of new and fun ideas about sex, and I can't help wondering about it. If you had sex with Kim, tell me - right now! - and we'll work through it. But don't lie to me! If you lie about it and I find out, you won't believe how I'll get even. You really won't believe it!" Looking back I can't understand how stupid I was. I already knew that the story had gotten out, but I stubbornly clung to the false hope that Terri would never be certain that Kim, Bill, and I had enjoyed group sex. I looked Terri right in the eyes and lied. "Terri, I can't help responding to Kim physically, but I've never had sex with her. Or with anyone else since we got married. I told you I got my ideas from watching an adult movie. That's all. That's the truth." Terri's eyes tightened into a squint, and she gently shook her head. "I really hope you're not dumb enough to think you can lie your way out of this, Bob. Your eyes look funny - just like when you're trying to deceive me. Last chance to come clean. Well?" I smiled and chose the worst of all possible options. I told Terri I loved her. . . . . Terri wasn't fooled, and her eyes remained hard. When I tried to kiss her, she turned away. "I'm really not in the mood. Go take a cold shower if you're so turned on." I thought I heard her mumble something about Kim, but I wisely didn't ask her to repeat it. Terri wouldn't let me kiss her for several days. Terri gradually calmed down, and within a week or so things were almost back to normal, sexually. I thought the matter was settled, albeit deceitfully by me. Then everything came apart when Rick filed for divorce, accurately claiming that Bill and I had both had sex with Kim. I tried to explain everything to Terri, but she refused to listen. She called me a lying, cheating bastard, and she made me sleep in the guest room. Alone. I knew I had to come clean with her, but she refused to discuss it. "I don't know what to believe, Bob, but I know you cheated on me. And you lied! And I gave you a chance to explain!" She jabbed a finger toward the middle of her body. "I can feel it here. Inside. And it hurts!" I held her and she sobbed against my shoulder. That was as intimate as she allowed me to get with her. Three days later Sue filed for divorce from Bill. Terri immediately stopped talking to me altogether, and she refused to let me touch or hold her. I was in a state of near panic as I waited for her to file for divorce and take our children. My world was falling apart - all because of my uncontrolled lust. I still didn't think that lying about it to Terri was that big a deal, although she obviously did. And the extramarital sex had improved our marriage, hadn't it? It had certainly brought sexual passion back into our bedroom. Wasn't that a good thing? TERRI'S VENGEANCE Sue had filed for divorce on Monday. When I came home late on the following Friday afternoon, I was surprised to find a babysitter entertaining our kids. There was a terse note from Terri on the refrigerator: "Gone out. Pay sitter. Get fast food. Don't wait up." I paid the babysitter, and after she left, I drove the kids to their favorite fast-food restaurant. I made up a story to explain why their mother wasn't with us. I was mildly concerned, but not really worried. I hoped and assumed she was out somewhere cooling off. . . . . I didn't find the second note from Terri until after I tucked the kids in, took a shower, and climbed into my bed in the guest room. It was on my pillow, and all it said was, "I warned you." This note was taped to a thick manilla envelope. I opened it and found a copy of the half-inch-thick divorce complaint that Sue had filed. I couldn't stop my hands from shaking as I looked at it. On the front page Terri had written, "Sue gave me a copy this morning." I flipped through the pages of legal mumbo-jumbo, and then I found a lengthy, detailed description of the extended sex party that Bill, Kim, and I had enjoyed. I felt my stomach tighten into a knot, and I ran into the bathroom. I didn't throw up, but it took me several minutes to calm down. I hadn't been worried before, but now I was terrified. Terri knew everything! Bill had been the weak link, and he had obviously told Sue precisely what we had done. I ignored my churning stomach and sat down and carefully read the entire document. Terri had used a felt-tip pen to write caustic comments on nearly every page. Next to one incident I had forgotten - or suppressed? - she had noted, "This must have been fun." We had formed a chain with Bill sucking my dork while I tongue-fucked Kim as she fellated him, then after we all climaxed, we reversed the chain. Terri's comment was next to a description of my sucking on Bill's organ while Kim sucked on mine as he ate her. Terri had added, "I didn't know you were bi." That conference was the only time in my life that I had engaged in direct sexual stimulation with another man. Terri's final written comment came immediately after an accounting of how Bill and I had joined the mile-high club with Kim in the plane's bathroom on our return trip. "I tried to get you to do this w/ me on our honeymoon but you refused! YOU S.O.B! I'll be back after I've started getting my revenge." I lay on the bed, but I couldn't sleep. My stomach hurt as I wondered what she was doing - and with whom. I could picture her in a motel room fucking one of the younger members of the faculty. Several had flirted with her at the party, and a couple were real hunks. My worst fear was that she was fucking two of them, one after the other, just like that second night at the convention when Bill and I had taken turns fucking Terri. Sue had certainly spelled everything out in laborious detail in her complaint, so Terri would know exactly what to do and how to do it. But could she really deliberately do something as depraved as that? My wife and the mother of my children? I didn't really believe so, but I was still extremely worried. . . . . I lay in my bed, fearing the worst but hoping Terri was just out getting drunk with one of her girlfriends. I didn't close my eyes. I stared out the window at the dark night and waited. Terri had been gone a long time. Perhaps she hadn't been able to locate any of the young studs. I didn't want to even consider that she might have been having sex with one of more of those young guys for several hours! Surely the worst I had to fear was that she had fucked one of my colleagues, and that she was delaying her return home in order to make me miserable. . . . . Well, if that was the idea, I was truly miserable, so it was working. I couldn't stop imagining the last guy whom I'd seen dancing with her, now actively fucking her. I could visualize her climaxing over and over again as he kept pumping his huge dork in and out of her. Unlike me, he stayed hard even when he filled her with his cum. He continued fucking her as she screamed with excitement. Even as I wallowed in guilt, I somehow couldn't assemble an image of two men fucking her at once. The vision of one young stud repeatedly screwing my wife hurt enough. The night slowly dragged on. Finally, when the bedside clock said it was 4:37 in the morning, I heard the sound of Terri's car pulling into the driveway. She had been out of the house on her quest for vengeance for almost nine hours. What had she done to even the score with me? Had she really fucked somebody? Or had she merely gone out and left me alone to wallow in my guilt? I realized I was afraid to find out. I heard her enter the house, and I pulled the sheet and blanket up to my neck. I didn't think she would look in on me, but if she did, I didn't want to let her find out how worried I had been. I was lying on my side, facing away from Terri, and she surprised me when she came into the guest bedroom. I couldn't imagine why she hadn't gone into the master bathroom, and I felt my stomach tighten again. This couldn't be good! I pretended to be asleep as I heard her get undressed. That puzzled me even more, and then I had a sudden optimistic thought that she had decided to forgive me. She was going to climb into bed with me and we would make love! I turned over and reached for her. In the dim light I could vaguely see Terri's naked form as she climbed onto the bed with me. I reached out to pull her against me - and then I froze. I suddenly smelled an overwhelming stench of cum - and lots of it - intermingled with male sweat and stale pussy juice. Possessive, jealous age erupted inside me. As I sat up to confront her, she flicked on the bedside light. "Hi, Honey. I'm home," she said in a low voice. What I saw was beyond my worst fears. Terri was covered with cum. It coated her thighs and it was matted into her pubic hair. She reached between her legs and pulled her protruding, bruised, red, and swollen pussy lips apart. More cum slowly oozed and dripped out of her onto the bed. I was so shocked I couldn't move, let alone speak. There was so much dark makeup smeared around her eyes she looked like she had two black eyes. I had to look at her twice to be certain she was really Terri. Terri stepped back off the bed, turned around so her back was toward me, and bent over so that her behind was directly in front of my face. As she pulled her cheeks apart, I could see her raw and bruised anus leaking cum down her legs. Then she turned on the overhead light and flopped down on the bed beside me. She lay on her back so that I could look at her entire body in the bright light. Terri was covered with red suck marks, and her swollen nipples were purple and bruised. I could see streaks of dried cum from her knees to her neck. Her lipstick was completely gone, and her lips were so bruised and puffy she couldn't hold her mouth closed. Her face was shiny with streaks of dried cum, and I could see several globs of moist cum in her hair, varying in color from cream, to white, to yellowish - obviously from different men. Something else was wrong with her hair, but I was too shocked to figure out what it was. I still couldn't manage to speak. The Trio Ch. 03 "Want some?" She whispered. "I can handle another one. Go ahead fuck me! Any hole you want! Cunt, asshole, or mouth!" After a few seconds when I couldn't manage a response, she added, "I've been saying that to every guy since 6:00 last night. Most of them fucked me at least twice. Several of them did the hat trick and fucked me in all three holes." I felt as if I had been slugged in the gut, but I finally regained my voice. Guilt and shame overwhelmed me because I knew my actions had brought this about. "God Terri, I didn't want any of this . . . " I began, but she cut me off. "Several times I had a prick in each hand, one in my mouth, one in my cunt, and another in ass. I even did two in my cunt at the same time. Guys were jerking off all over me. You should have been there. I was a bigger tramp than Kim ever was. I had more guys fucking me, too." All I was wearing was a pair of jockey shorts, and Terri reached over and jerked them down my legs. I was so completely shocked by the way Terri looked that I didn't resist. My penis was shriveled and wrinkled. As she pulled my shorts over my feet, she said, "I'm going to hold you naked against me for the rest of the night. With the lights on. So you can smell and taste me and look at me. If you can get it up, you can be the last one to fuck me. But you're never going to forget tonight. Ever. Tomorrow we decide where we go from here. But you're spending the rest of this night holding and feeling and smelling your fuck-slut wife." . . . . Terri easily shoved me back onto the bed, and she climbed on top of me. Her body was clammy and sticky against mine. Shock still overwhelmed me, and my body was so rigid and stiff I could have been frozen. She groped my limp dick with one hand. She planted her bruised mouth against mine, and she began to kiss me. Her lips tasted of cum and pussy juice. Unbelievably I felt a sudden burst of warmth in my groin, and I began to respond - perhaps in part because we hadn't had sex for such a long time. I couldn't control the confusing mass of feelings overwhelming me - rage, disgust, panic, and guilt. But somehow Terri had found - and released - my sexual desire and lust at a primitive level I didn't remember existed. The taste and smell of her mouth triggered sharply-remembered images of Kim yelling her hoarse orgasmic cries as she rode me. My penis exploded into a throbbing erection in a matter of seconds. Terri made a growl deep in her throat, twisted her body around, and easily pulled me inside her. Her pussy was loose, slippery, and hot. I felt wetness from inside her dripping out and matting my pubic hair. I didn't want to have sex with her this way, but I didn't want to stop, either. The taste and smell of her mouth were still exciting me. I honestly don't know why. Terri leaned back, sat upright on me, and began to bounce up and down on my penis. The sloppy looseness of her pussy ended as she clamped down hard around my shaft. She held me so firmly it felt as if her pussy were sucking my penis from my groin. Her bruised nipples jutted out and I reached up and caressed them. She moaned and moved faster. I could still taste cum and pussy on my lips from her kisses. I could feel tension spreading outward from my groin, and I made no effort to stop her angry, frantic fucking. I didn't know how to stop, and I no longer wanted to, anyway. I quickly felt the beginning of my ejaculation, but that's the last thing I remember clearly. Far too much had happened, far too many different emotions had been involved, and my brain abruptly shut down. The image of Terri's suck-marked, bruised, and cum-smeared body bouncing up and down on me disappeared as I thrust my hips up against her. I groaned with my first, hard ejaculation. I immediately closed my eyes and fell asleep as cum continued to squirt from my penis in abrupt, quick bursts. NEW REALITIES: More truth, more humility, more disgust . . . . The sun was shining when I awoke an hour or so later. Terri was wide awake, lying next to me, and staring at my face. The look on her face was one of annoyance, or possibly pain. The cum had dried in her hair and she really looked terrible. I could see that she didn't have black eyes because the smears around her eyes were obviously a vivid blue. Moreover in the harsh light of day her suck-marks and bruised nipples and lips had darkened and appeared even worse than they had the night before. I felt both sorry for her and ashamed of her at the same time. The smell of stale sex was terrible. The stench rising from her no longer smelled sexy. Once she saw that I was awake, Terri climbed off the bed and stepped over her clothes from the night before. She was in obvious pain, and she walked slowly with her legs held apart so that her thighs didn't touch. She cupped one hand under her crotch to control what was leaking out of her. I wondered how much of it was mine. . . . . All I could see on the floor was a revealing black dress and a pair of shoes. "What happened to your underwear?" I asked. This was a really dumb question. I figured she'd lost them or somebody had wanted a souvenir. I really didn't want to know the answer, but I had asked anyway. Her answer hit me hard. "I didn't wear any," Terri replied. "After all, I went out to get fucked." The dress on the floor was a special one Terri had always worn when we had gone out for our anniversaries and for other romantic dinners. The material was so sheer that her matching sexy black bra and bikini panties were visible as the fabric rubbed against them. Without underwear she would have looked naked - even with the dress on. Terri turned back to face me. "The first guy didn't even take my dress off before he fucked me. He just bent me over a chair and pulled my dress up and shoved his big, stiff cock all the way inside me. You can see that his huge load dripped on the bottom of the dress when he pulled out of me. I was naked after that. Until they had fucked me enough and I put the dress back on and came home. The big stain is the stuff that leaked out of me while I was driving." "How many?" I managed to gasp out. "Fucked me? Before you? Well, you were about the ninth. Probably no more than the twelfth. It depends on how you count. I mean, some of them did me in the cunt more than once, and I kind of lost track. And that's not counting the cocks in my ass and mouth." Terri was facing away from me, and once again I could see how red her anus was. When she had gotten out of bed, more cum had come dripping out, and stale cum was making a glistening new trail from her anus and down one leg. . . . . . . . . . . Terri turned and lifted her hand from her crotch. She smeared the accumulated mess all over her tummy. It glistened and the terrible smell got stronger. "If the morning-after pill doesn't work, the baby might be an interesting color. A couple of the guys were black, and one was Chinese. I don't think your spermies had a chance in hell. I mean, yours were last in line. And it was a really long line." Terri's legs were spread apart, and her hand was no longer catching her drips. As she stared coldly at me, a string of cum slowly dangled from her crotch, then broke and hit the carpet. I looked up from where it had landed, and her eyes were hard. "Take a good look. Get used to it. I'll be doing it again," she said, then turned and walked slowly and carefully out of the room and down the hall into the master bathroom with its bath. I usually took a shower with Terri after we'd had sex, but I was afraid to do so this time. The thought of her having unprotected sex with many different men caused a cold fury to build in my chest. Her statement that she was going to do so again made me want to kill her. The intensity of my murderous rage frightened me. I released some of my anger by ripping Terri's dress into half-a-dozen pieces. The material was hard to tear with my fingers, and most of my fury was dissipated by the time I was done. The dried cum on her dress brought tears to my eyes. I threw the scraps of her dress into the wastebasket and held my head in my hands. Not surprisingly I had a pounding headache. The air was so heavy with the stale scent of sex that I had trouble breathing. I walked naked to the master bedroom. I collapsed onto the floor and sat up, leaning against the side of the bed. I could hear splashing sounds as Terri showered. I couldn't get the image of her cum-covered and bruised body out of my mind. I looked down and my limp penis was coated with multicolored goop and what appeared to be a couple of clots of blood. Clearly more than Terri's and my secretions was smeared on my genitals. I had seen a mixture of cum from Bill and me on my penis after fucking Kim, but that didn't compare to what I now saw. I stared at the mess between my legs and had dark, guilty thoughts. The shower stopped, and a few minutes later Terri came out of the bathroom. She was still naked, although she had a towel wrapped around her hair. She made no attempt to cover her body. Her skin was pink from the shower, but the bruises and suck marks were still prominent. Both of her nipples were discolored and swollen, and now I could see that they were both surrounded by multiple bite marks. She posed herself in front of me so that I could look up and see that her labia were still puffy and gaping apart. It was my first view of her pussy from below. Terri had shaved her crotch, leaving only the triangle of pubic hair just above her pussy. She saw the question in my eyes and said, "I did it before I went out. It makes the cleanup so much easier, particularly when there's more than one guy." Her intonation made clear that she was speaking from past experience. I stared at the mother of my children and wondered what had happened to my cozy little world. I felt anger rising again, and I spat out a sarcastic comment. "I'll bet you can't shit for a week without bleeding. Serves you right, you adulterous bitch!" Terri turned her body in front of me, legs apart, deliberately posing herself so that I could see her crotch. Again I could clearly see her bruised labia between her legs as she spread her cheeks to expose her anus to my view. After a few seconds, she turned around and faced me again. "I forgot the tube of fuck grease," she said. "All we had was cunt juice and cum. That's really not enough for my asshole. Next time I'll be a better prepared adulterous bitch." I felt a flare of anger at her second assertion that she would be doing this again. I sat on the floor and watched as Terri dressed in her usual casual Saturday clothes. After she put on some makeup, most of the evidence of her debauchery was concealed. Her mouth still looked bruised, but that was about all. And she couldn't walk very well. After she left the bedroom I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. My hands were shaking badly so I didn't shave. TALKING: More ugly details, more disgust I don't know how I survived Saturday. When the kids were finally in bed, we sat down in the family room and stared at each other. Terri looked different to me, probably because I kept imagining her fucking lots of different men. I wondered who they were and where she had found them. I mixed a couple of drinks and we drank them and continued our icy silence. I cracked first. "Terri, I know what I did with Kim was wrong, but it was almost an accident. How could you . . .?" "Fuck you, Bob! I warned you, didn't I? It's too fucking late to claim it was an 'accident' with Kim! And it went on for what - most of three whole days? That's one hell of a long accident!" I dropped my gaze and hung my head. When I looked at Terri, her eyes were hard. "What did you do last night, Terri? Who had sex with you?" "You mean 'Who fucked me?' don't you?" . . . "Okay. Who were the guys who fucked you." "Frat men. SAE. The jocks." "God, Terri! I have lots of SAE guys in my classes!" Terri gave me a cold, evil grin. "I know, Bob. You've always told me that they were big, dumb animals who didn't belong in college. You said that all they wanted to do was party and fuck the coeds, didn't you? Well, about 5:00 I knocked on their front door, and when it opened, I told the guy that I wanted to get laid. His mouth fell open as he stared at my body through my transparent dress. I asked if I was in the right place to get fucked by some real men. He nodded and let me in. He took me into their party room." Terri stared at me as I digested this information. "They didn't know what to do at first. They took turns dancing with me and staring at my breasts and cunt through the dress. Once word spread and there was a crowd, I started kissing them and rubbing their pricks through their pants. Pretty soon I had hands all over me, rubbing me through the dress. They were still afraid to do anything else. I'm almost as old as their mothers, and several of them were so disgusted they left. The others just needed something to get them started. I guess they've never fucked someone my age." Terri paused, probably to let me picture the scene she had just described. "Their groping was a little rough, but as soon as I felt myself getting wet, I unzipped Moose, the biggest guy there, and pulled out his prick. It was really big. I got down on my knees and started sucking on it. That was all it took. He was the first one to fuck me. Over a chair from behind. He was so big it hurt when he shoved all the way in." "Terri, I know Moose! I flunked him last term!" "Well, now I've fucked you both. His prick completely filled me up, and his juice had nowhere to go. I could feel it squishing out of me as he grunted and pumped out more and more inside me. I don't think anyone has ever filled me so completely with semen. It felt so fucking primal I screamed, again and again and I came really hard. I didn't even feel it when they pulled my dress off. The next thing I remember . . . I was on my back naked and another guy was fucking me as fast as he could go." The thought of that big, dumb animal fucking Terri knotted my stomach, and I abruptly threw up on the rug. I was obviously wound up tighter than I had realized. She just sat and stared at me as my stomach heaved and heaved. Her eyes were ice cold. I finally stopped vomiting. "Your mess, your cleanup," was all she said. She sipped her drink and watched as I retrieved the cleaning supplies and carefully removed all traces of my barf from the carpet. "Terri, how could you . . . I mean, it must have hurt a lot to have one guy after another . . . fuck you. So . . . " "I've done it before, Bob. Not since I met you. But a lot of times. Several times I fucked more guys than I did last night. For money. Good money." "You were a . . . a prostitute? But you were in college, for God's sake! What are you telling me?" "It's a long story. But let me answer your other question first." I didn't know what Terri meant, and the look on my face must have said so. "The first couple of times I fucked a lot of guys, yes, it hurt. But then something changed when a guy kept fucking me after I climaxed. The pain stopped, and my orgasms didn't really end. They just sort of went higher and lower, like waves. They didn't stop until the guys were done and left me alone for a few minutes. Then everything started hurting a lot. During the hot fucking, they could slap me or bite me or do anything, and instead of pain, I exploded into orgasms again." Terri gave a funny smile. It scared me. "In the middle, almost everything would send me over the top once I'd gone off a couple of times. A prick moving in my ass or cunt, cum splashing on my face or in my mouth, somebody twisting my nipples. You have no idea how incredible the sensations are. Once I'm in the zone, they just go on and on for hours. There isn't any pain - just unbelievable pleasure that makes my insides tremble and shake and then spreads out through my whole body. It's such an incredible high that it makes the next several days of pain worthwhile." Terri's eyes sparkled as she remembered her pleasures. I recalled that Kim had told Bill and me something similar the night we'd first all had sex together. She had reached a point where she was in a constant state of arousal, having orgasm after orgasm as we took turns fucking her. In fact the reason we had continued having sex after that first night had been her desire to repeat the experience - as well as to try other things she - and we - had never done before. . . . . "Was it like that last night, too?" I stupidly asked her. "Moose hurt. He was the biggest I've had . . . well, since you and I got serious. He stretched me about as far as I've ever gone - except when I had the kids. But the second guy was much smaller - like your size - and by the third, I was in the zone. I'd had lots of practice, and I knew how to get there. All it takes is a lot of constant stimulation, and there were guys sucking my tits and rubbing me all over, so it wasn't hard to let loose. Later when Moose fucked me again a couple of times, it was really great to be so filled up! I didn't start to hurt a lot until after I got home. Well, after I fucked you and was waiting for you to wake up." My hands were trembling as I finished my drink. I really didn't want to hear any more about Moose's big penis filling Terri with his cum, so I wisely shut up. Then I foolishly decided that I'd rather hear about her days selling herself, rather than listening to more about the previous night when she'd given herself away. So, after I mixed us a couple of fresh drinks, I sat across from her and asked, "Can you tell me about what happened before I met you? When you were a prostitute?" Terri gave me a long, appraising look before she answered. "Actually I was a frat-whore. It's kind of a specialty within the business." She paused. "The guys we fucked were mostly our own age, and they were easy to get off. We could usually fuck three or four in less than an hour. Sometimes five." . . . . I stared at the mother of my children, wondering who she really was. I had difficulty imagining guy after guy plunking down cash and fucking her - all in a few minutes. "How . . . What . . . You were really . . . Are you serious?" . . . . "Do you really want to hear about it?" Curiously got the better of common sense and I nodded. I foolishly thought it couldn't be worse than what she had done the night before. Terri sipped her drink for a couple of minutes and stared at me while she made up her mind. Then she stood up and told me to stay where I was. She was gone for about five minutes. When she came back, she had a tape which she put in the VCR. "I'll play it when I'm done," she announced as she began her story. This story concludes in "The Trio, Ch4: Accommodating an experienced wife." The Trio Ch. 04 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the final chapter of a story which broke nicely into four chapters. Two of the chapters could possibly stand alone, but the four fit together better as a single tale. I've changed the characters' names and deliberately left out certain specific details in order to conceal the participants' identities. The reason will certainly become obvious. SUMMARY OF CHAPTERS 1, 2, AND 3. Bill, Kim, and I had been sent by our college to an academic conference. Although each of us had been a faithful spouse (Bill to Sue, Kim to Rick, and me to Terri), the three of us had playfully ended up in bed together. Kim had surprised all three of us when her continuous orgasms only ended when Bill and I collapsed into exhaustion. The three of us had unexpectedly experienced the most intense sexual passions we had ever imagined, and in spite of attempting to end our affair, we resumed our three-way sex the following evening. We had experimented and explored our sexuality for most of the next two days, finally joining the mile-high club. We had vowed to conceal what we had done from our spouses. Of course our secret had come out, and Bill's and Kim's spouses had both retaliated by filing for divorce. Terri, my wife, had retaliated by offering herself to the men at a local fraternity. Once the men had fucked her as many times as they could manage, she had climbed into bed with me covered with their cum, with more leaking from her cunt and ass. After describing her evening of debauchery, she had put a tape into the VCR and announced that she had once been a frat-whore. TERRI'S TALE "I was an only child. My father was a really strict religious nut, and I was a protected, innocent virgin when I went away to college. I fell in love with a guy a couple of years older who took his time with me. He talked me out of my clothes, and I loved kissing and hugging him while we were both naked. He got me off with his tongue and his finger inside me, and I loved it. I learned to eat him, too. I'd never felt anything so wonderful. We finally fucked for the first time on Halloween. From then on I was taking the pill, and we fucked every chance we could. He couldn't get enough and neither could I. I knew I wanted to marry him and make love all day long. "I told my folks I had a serious boyfriend, and they invited him to our house for Christmas. Of course they had no idea I was no longer a virgin. He was put in a spare bedroom way down the hall from my room. We'd been fucking every night for a couple of months, and there was no way we could not do it, even with my folks in the house. After everyone was asleep, he slipped into my room and climbed into bed with me. We must have made too much noise or something. I was in the middle of a toe-curling orgasm when the light came on and my father stormed in. "Sam - that was my guy's name - kept fucking me for several more strokes, and even with my father watching I couldn't stop my orgasm. My father dragged Sam off me - well, out of me - as I continued to climax. Sam shot his load on the floor and my father hit him. Sam hit him back, and my father fell down. Them my mother came running in, too. You can imagine the scene. Sam and me both naked, cum on the floor, my father holding his stomach and moaning. I was moaning too, but from my climax. "My father called me a tramp and a whore of Satan, and my mother said I'd disgraced them. They ordered Sam and me out of their house, and they told me that I was never to come back. It was after 2:30 in the morning when we drove away. We went back to the college and sneaked into Sam's dorm room. We fucked in his room every day until classes began again. "A few days later I got a letter from my mother. She said the college wouldn't refund the tuition money for the spring semester that my parents had already paid, but my parents refused to keep sending me money for the dorm. Or for anything else. The last thing my mother wrote was that I had disgraced them and they were going to forget they ever had a daughter. She signed it using her formal, married name - not 'Mom' like she always had before. It was clear they wanted me out of their lives. Forever." In spite of all that had happened, I felt a surge of sympathy for Terri. "Are your parents still alive?" I managed to ask. "Who the fuck knows? Or cares? I told you they were dead, didn't I? But now you really know why they weren't at our wedding. They wanted me gone and I obliged them. But it was terrible. They left me with no place to live, and I had expenses - like food - that I had no way to cover, and I still wanted to go to college. I decided to say they were dead. In a way they were. To me at least." "But having sex with Sam didn't make you a whore!" I protested. "No, but as far as they were concerned it did. And it was the beginning. I got a couple of part-time jobs, but they were barely enough to pay for my books, food, and a trashy little one-room apartment I got after I had to move out of the dorm. Sam wasn't any help. All he wanted to do was fuck me. He got tired of having me complain about not having enough money to live on. We started arguing and fighting. "Then one night I showed up at his room to ask for a couple of bucks so that I could get something to eat. He was watching a game on TV with two of his friends. One of them said he'd pay me ten bucks if I'd suck his dork. The other said he'd pay twenty if he could fuck me. Sam was still really pissed at me from an argument we'd had the night before. He just waved his hand toward his bed and told me to go ahead and earn some money rather than beg for it. The two guys laughed. I couldn't believe Sam could treat me this way. "Something inside me snapped. I knew he was just being pissy because of our fight the night before, but I took it like he was daring me. I stripped off my clothes and spread my cunt lips apart and let them see how it looked. I told them I wanted the cash up front. They each payed me for a blowjob before I fucked them. Then it was wham, bam. After the blowjobs, it took maybe fifteen minutes to get both of them to fill my cunt. "Sixty bucks. Cash for two new cocks in my cunt. Sam just watched. When they left, Sam wanted to fuck me, too. I told him he had to pay for it like his friends did. He called me a 'cheap-fuck-slut' and shoved me naked into the hall. I got dressed while a bunch of guys watched and made comments. One of them offered me his bed for the night. I said he had to pay for it. I fucked him and slept with him that night for $50. He was my fourth, and he had the biggest cock so far. He fucked me four times. "Afterward I was really sore, and my pussy hurt for two days, but it wasn't all that bad. And I had enough money to get through the next couple of weeks. And my period came a few days later, so nobody knocked me up. Lucky, too, since nobody used a condom. I found out later that the pill doesn't always work." Terri paused and took several sips of her drink. Her face had turned red with anger. I saw tears running down her cheeks, but she made no attempt to wipe them away. Even though I was married to Terri, I'd never seen her exhibit this side of her emotions. Perhaps it had something to do with her relationship with her parents, but did it really matter? Again I started imagining what she had probably done with the SAE men the night before. I almost didn't hear her when she continued. "I was making enough money with my part-time job and selling my pussy that I could get by, but I knew I'd never be able to pay tuition and fees after the semester ended. I really didn't know what I was going to do. "That's when Mike showed up at my apartment. The way he was dressed I knew he had money. He was a friend of one of my regular fuck-boys. And he was the president of a fraternity. He invited me over to the frat house, so I went. About a half- dozen guys talked to me. They had this little first-floor apartment. It was the housemother's before the university rules changed and they did away with them. "They asked me if I had ever had sex with more than one guy in a night. When I told him I had, Mike told me that they would pay fifty dollars for every guy I'd fuck before dawn. They had more money than brains. I needed cash so badly I'd have done them all for almost nothing, maybe some food. "Mike was the first. I made four hundred dollars that night. I liked having naked guys watching me fuck another guy. I was so sore and tired I slept until the next evening. During the day Mike brought me some food, and that night he made his proposition to me. "Three different frats had kept their housemother apartments rather than convert them to some other use. He told me I could live with two other girls in an off-campus apartment, paid for by the three fraternities. I had to spend weekends in the frat house, fucking with some of the men on Friday and Saturday nights. For that I could use the housemother's apartment. It had its own private entrance. During the week I could eat free meals with the men whenever nobody was visiting, but I had to be naked and do blowjobs after the meals. Any time I was there I could fuck them, too, if I wanted to. "I agreed to fuck six men every weekend, rotating through those interested. I also had to give twenty blowjobs each week, again rotating. For this the frat payed for the apartment with the two other frat-whores and provided almost all of my meals. I had to make up the fucks I missed when I was having my period. Extra fucks - you know, after the first six each week - were $50 cash. Extra blowjobs were $20 cash. Sleeping all night with me in the housemother's apartment was an extra $100 per man per night. Sometimes I could sleep with two at once and earn double. Usually they took turns fucking me all night long. Mostly separately, sometimes at the same time. I didn't really care 'cause the money was good. And I liked the sex, too. "The other two women had similar arrangements with two other fraternities. Our apartment was off-limits for sex or parties. We used it to rest and study. And to talk about techniques. After all, the quicker the guy came, the quicker we earned our money. "One of them - Suzi - and I agreed to do a lesbian sex act for $500, split down the middle. Anybody who fucked us afterwards paid the $50 rate. We did this once a month, alternating with the three fraternities. The third girl didn't want any part of it, even for the easy money. She was really too prissy to be a good whore. "I got in at least five extra fucks and ten extra blowjobs each week. Usually more. I started sleeping with one or even two men together on both Friday and Saturday nights after the fucking, and that brought in at least another $300 a week. With the lesbian act and the other stuff, I cleared more than $1000 a month, usually more than twice that. "About a third of the guys didn't want any part of me. They'd watch me give blowjobs and fuck other guys, but that was all. I didn't like the looks they gave me. But each guy who fucked me tried to do better than the other guys, so I didn't mind a few guys looking disgusted 'cause I was getting really good action. Besides I could see their peckers making their pants stick out, so I knew they were turned on." My mouth must have been hanging open at this point. Although I had suspected that Terri was more experienced sexually than I was, this was beyond anything I had ever thought possible. Terri took a sip from her drink, gave me a cold whore's look, and continued. "On alumni weekends at each frat, all three of us girls worked together. Our prices went up to $200 for fucking and $50 for blowjobs. Sleeping all night with each guy was $250. Each of us easily cleared more than $3000 for two nights' work. We were so popular with the alumni that the fraternities went from one annual alumni weekend each year to one each semester - just so the alumni could fuck us more often. "During the summer I fucked for money and food from the frat guys taking summer classes. Several of the alumni would stop by, too, and they paid the higher rates. Almost all of them were married, but I didn't care. They paid well and I enjoyed the sex. So did they. I'd do things their wives wouldn't. Like take them in my mouth and ass. I managed to pay books, fees, and tuition, with plenty left over. "I had to stay away when the fraternity had parties or when there were guests other than alumni in the house. You know, girlfriends, family members, like that. On weekends I often heard other women having sex in the frat house with their boyfriends, but I managed to avoid seeing them since I was in the housemother's apartment. "Several times I had to sneak out when the campus police raided the fraternity looking for alcohol. I had to stay away for a few days, and that cut into my earnings. Even though I was on the pill, I had to have a couple of abortions, and I couldn't fuck for a few days after them. I guess that much cum just can't all be stopped. But other than that, things were going well. I was making good grades, and I had a lot of money hidden away. And the sex. Well, I was in the zone most of the time when I fucked more than one guy at a time. "The other two girls were afraid of the zone, so I'm really surprised that Kim could get there. You have to just let loose and completely give up all self-control to get into it. And you don't really know what's going on until the fucking stops. You're completely helpless. A couple of times somebody chewed on my nipples until they bled and I didn't notice until later. Every so often you kind of come down a little and are aware of who's fucking you, but most of the time you aren't. Anybody could come in and fuck you, and you probably wouldn't even know they had been there. I guess it's ten or fifteen minutes after the guys stop that the zone ends. Even then I could get back into it for another half-hour or so if somebody started to fuck me. "Everything came to an end the summer after my sophomore year and my third semester of . . . being a frat-whore. Everyone caught a stubborn type of gonorrhea. The fraternity brothers and I had always been scrupulously careful about diseases, and we got weekly free examinations and lab tests at the Student Health Service. Until the clap, this had prevented everything but a few mild yeast and skin infections. "The public health investigators traced the source to an alum who had stopped by for a midsummer fuck. My job as a fraternity whore was exposed, and when I was tipped off that the Health Department had notified the police, I packed up my shit and left the state. I transferred and ended up at the university with you. "I had plenty of money saved. More than enough for my junior year. My grades were good, and I earned a scholarship for my last year. I also got a couple of on- campus jobs by fucking two of my professors. I decided to give up fucking for money, but I still enjoyed frequent sex. I only had one weekend when I went to a party and fucked a lot of guys and got into the zone. Then I met you and settled down. Guys that saw me getting gang-fucked treated me like I was dirt, and I wanted to have a normal life. I gave up the zone so that you could love me. "One last thing. In case you're into porn, like you claimed you enjoyed at the hotel with Kim and Bill. Some of the guys wanted videos of themselves in action - and of Suzi and me fucking each other. We charged them quadruple rates for that. I've got several of them locked up and hidden away. I put one in the VCR. I'm going to play it for you. Right now. I want you to see me the way I was." She turned on the TV and clicked the remote. The quality was really poor. It was grainy and sometimes out-of-focus. The sound was so bad that the background hiss and noise usually covered the sounds of sex. Sometime there was too much light, sometimes too little. It was really just a collection of short clips. But even with her different hair style I could easily recognize a younger version of my wife, the porn star. The movie that Bill, Kim, and I had watched was not as depraved as Terri's home movies. Not by a long shot. As I stared at the television screen I was so shocked I felt dizzy. Terri was completely naked in every scene. The video began with her eating in the dining room while fully-dressed men came up and rubbed her breasts and reached between her legs. When she finished eating, she strutted naked around the fraternity dining room as most of the men groped and fondled her. She kissed them and laughed as they poked their fingers inside her pussy and anus. Later I watched as she gave blowjobs to dozens of different men as others groped and fondled her. I saw a nearly endless string of men fucking her in more positions than I had ever imagined. A couple of the men had truly gigantic pricks, and she obviously loved having then in her pussy. I saw closeups of cum dripping from her pussy and anus. I saw her having simultaneous sex with so many men I couldn't count them accurately. One nearly continuous segment showed her loudly and enthusiastically fucking nine different older men, one after the other, as fast as they could get inside her. All wore wedding rings. Obviously these were some of the alumni. But the most intense scenes were of Terri with another woman, presumably Suzi. Whether they were faking their excitement or not, their lesbian sex was incredibly erotic. As they finished fingering and licking each other to several intense orgasms, a group of men raced up and began to fuck them both. In seconds there were so many men around the women that they were no longer visible. Only their high-pitched squeals proved they were present. Those men not actively fucking were jerking off, and cum was spraying over everyone. The video lasted a little more than an hour. I had found the movie in the hotel to be so erotic that I had to beat off. This one left my penis as deflated as my heart. "So now you know. The others are about the same. Same girl in the sex scene, but mostly different men. Wanna see it and count how many men I fucked before you?" I shook my head. I looked at Terri but I could no longer see my wife. All I saw was a whore. I remembered the cum dripping out of her pussy that morning. The cum from God knows how many different men. "I was never worried about anyone I knew seeing the pictures or videos. They're not good enough to sell. You know, the quality sucks. I'm a hell of a long way from where that took place, and all of the guys just wanted souvenirs. I've kept mine locked away - until now." Terri rewound the video, popped it out of the machine, and left the room. She was gone for several minutes as she hid the video. My head was spinning with dangerous thoughts. I wanted to kill her, but what would happen to my - our - kids if I did? At the very least I planned to throw her out of the house. When Terri came back, I told her so. She gave a mocking, cutting laugh. "I could divorce you and throw YOU out for fucking Kim. You're the one who's going to be subpoenaed to testify in two different divorce cases. Last night I was just having fun at a party. And there's no way I'll tell you where I hid my frat-whore tapes." She glared at me. It was the cold, calculating stare of a whore - not my wife. Something had been nagging at me, and as I looked at the stranger in front of me, I realized what it was. "What happened to your hair? Did you do some kinky thing with it last night?" Terri reached a hand up and swept her hair into place. "You really are an ass, Bob. I cut and trimmed it so that those studs at SAE wouldn't be able to identify me. I bought a wig that looks just like my usual style. Until my hair grows back, I'll wear it whenever I go out." "So nobody will find out that it was you who . . . had sex with those . . . " The Trio Ch. 04 "Fucked. I cunt-fucked, ass-fucked, and mouth-fucked them - just like a real whore. There's no need to sugarcoat it. Don't worry, Bob. Nobody will find out that your precious little wife went to the SAE house last night and entertained all comers with her body." "Damn you! It's not just about you and me! What about our kids? What if somebody recognized you and people find out? And tells them? What happens to our kids then?" Terri's tone softened. "They're the only reason I'm still here. And I put on so much eye makeup last night that I looked like an owl. I really looked . . . well, like a whore." "Shit! I can't believe this is happening! Even if nobody knew who you were, I shudder to imagine what you might have caught! And given to me!" "You sanctimonious ass! You cheated on me with Kim. What did you catch? And give to me? Did you ever think about that?" "I only had sex with Kim and Bill! You had sex with more men than you remember! Don't you understand? What you did is dangerous!" "And what you did isn't? But you also lied to me, didn't you?" "And you lied about your past!" "Fuck you! You knew I had more experience than you, but you were afraid to ask, so I never said anything. And as far as I know my parents really are dead. So that's not really a lie, is it? And I'd gladly tell you the names of everyone who fucked me last night, but I honestly don't know. Other than Moose. It wasn't exactly one of those occasions where people introduced himself. The guys just climbed on and started fucking." I was so angry I stood up and got ready to take a swing at Terri. Once again I felt a seething murderous rage welling up inside me. She stood up and moved closer to me. "Go ahead. Be a real man. Hit me. Prove you're not a lying, cheating husband. Or better yet, rape me. Prove that your tiny little balls and prick can do the job." Terri's eyes blazed and I had to fight to keep from strangling her. Strangely she was right. I had just thought about raping her. She knew exactly what I was thinking and feeling. Somehow realizing that fact enabled me to regain control. But it took all of my strength. After everything else that had transpired, her jeering comment about the size of my genitals almost got her killed. I sat down and began to shake as Terri stood over me. "I'm not going to hurt you, Terri. I just don't know what to do from here on. I feel like we've lost everything we ever had together, and I don't know what to do." Terri's eyes softened, and she sat across from me once again. She picked up her drink and took several swallows. "I'm sorry. I don't know what to do either. But you hurt me so badly that I wanted to get even. I didn't need to tell you about my days as a whore, and I didn't need to show you the video. I just wanted to hurt you. A lot." "And last night? When you came in half-naked, covered with the proof that you'd fucked a lot of different men?" "That too. But more than just hurt you. I really wanted to rub your face in it. Because you'd cheated on me. And lied. And kept on lying. I wanted you to know that I could outdo anything you could do in the extra-marital sex area. I guess I did, didn't I?" I swallowed a couple of times. "Yeah, you did. I thought that you might have . . . fucked a couple of those guys you were dancing with at the last party we went to." Terri smiled and sipped her drink. "They were pretty bold, weren't they? They were holding me close and pulling my behind against them so that I could feel their pricks pressing hard against me as we danced. They even rubbed my tits through my dress. Yes, it turned me on, but you didn't seem to care." "So why didn't you just get them to fuck you?" "You're still being an ass, Bob. That wasn't enough. I've been gang-fucked before, and I know how it feels after a certain point. I told you I gave up that kind of incredible sex when I settled down with you. After what you'd done to our marriage, I deserved more than sex with a couple of guys who probably couldn't go more than a couple of times each. I wanted several hours of continuous sex so I could get into the zone. And I wanted to do everything that you'd done with Kim. With a big enough group of guys, I knew I could get anal, double-penetration, two-in-the-cunt, or anything else I wanted. And I wanted you to know about it." Emotions jerked and twisted through me. Finally I asked, "Was it worth it? Was it worth giving up that kind of sex to marry me?" Terri stared at me hard. "Yes, it was. At first. And having the kids made it really feel right. But then you cheated and lied. That's when it wasn't worth crap anymore." I couldn't fault her feelings, or her logic. "What if I'd told you about Bill and Kim. Would you have still done what you did last night?" Terri shook her head. "Probably not. I'd have been incredibly mad at you, and I've have probably considered doing a gang-fuck. But I'd have calmed down and made you beg to get back into my bed. And you'd have paid - big time - for a long, long time. I just couldn't get through to you that it was the lying that hurt the most. I could forgive you for thinking with your stiff prick and betraying me with your body. I couldn't forgive you for lying to me about it, because then you betrayed me with your head. That said you didn't trust me. Or love me. That made it worse. And I warned you, didn't I?" I nodded. "So where do we go from here, Terri? I don't know if we can ever make things right again. But I can't handle . . . having you do what you did last night again. I don't even know if I can ever get over last night. I don't know if I can get over finding out you were a frat-whore. I don't know if I can forget what I saw you doing on the tape. I just . . . " I was so afraid that my marriage was over that the guilt and sorrow consumed me. I began to weep. I was so ashamed to be so non-macho. My wife had fucked a roomful of men, and I was sitting in our living room crying. I closed my eyes and felt the tears streaming down my face. God, I was a complete wimp! Terri's arms were suddenly wrapped around me, hugging me. She was crying, too. We clung to each other. Both of use were crying out in our separate pain. We held each other for a long time. When we were finally calm, she pried my arms off her and sat down across from me again. "Well, that's a start," Terri said. "I wanted to have you carry me back to the bed and make love to me. But I don't think that's a good idea right now. We need to talk out a lot of stuff, first. Sex is the one thing we don't need to mess up our heads with." I was both disappointed and surprised. "I wanted to bed you, too. How'd you know?" Terri smiled. "I could feel you starting to get hard. And your hands weren't just holding me. They began to caress me. Hey, I know you very well! You were about ten seconds from rubbing my sore nipples!" I heard myself give a short laugh. "Yeah, you're right. They probably don't need any extra attention right now, do they?" This time Terri laughed. "So can we talk? About everything? No more lies?" And talk we did. We agreed to strive to achieve complete openness and honesty with each other, even when it hurt. We shared our thoughts and feelings for several hours. We both cried several times. Just before the sun came up, we went to bed, together and naked. We didn't make love, but we held each other close for a couple of hours. Then the kids woke up and started making noise, so I kissed Terri gently on the lips to wake her. She smiled and kissed me back. PUBLIC DISCLOSURE Several days later we got ourselves tested for STD infections. We both had the same strain of gonorrhea. We steadfastly lied to the Health Department investigator and claimed we had engaged in an anonymous wife-swap with a couple we met at a local bar. Our lie actually had credibility because, as the investigator later admitted, that particular bar was the source of several other cases of gonorrhea. The investigator gave us a tongue-lashing concerning our being old enough to know the importance of practicing safe sex. We looked appropriately ashamed, and that ended our portion of the investigation. Fortunately our gonorrhea strain was one which readily responded to antibiotics. After we left the Health Department, Terri reminded me that the SAE men had gonorrhea, too. Rather than let them continue to spread the disease, we composed an anonymous letter, supposedly from a frightened coed, who claimed she had tested positive for gonorrhea after having sex with Moose. We drove two hours to another state and mailed it to our local Health Department. Even though such matters are supposedly kept in strictest confidence, a week later the campus grapevine was buzzing about the discovery of dozens of gonorrhea cases at the SAE house. Scores of students - most of them coeds - lined up to get tested at Student Health. Two weeks later our new relationship got its first test. I received a package in campus mail. Inside were a VCR tape, several pictures, and a note. The pictures clearly showed Terri engaged in a variety of sexual activities with three SAE men who were taking classes from me that semester. The note demanded that I give grades of A to those men. If I failed to do so, they would make the tape and pictures public. That evening after the kids were in bed, I shared everything with Terri. Even though the pictures alone were enough to get me talking about killing some of the SAE men, Terri persuaded me that we had to watch the video. We did, sitting together. When it was over, I remarked, "Well, you were a little off in your count. I didn't count your ass or mouth. But I counted sixteen different men who fucked you in your pussy, three of them twice." Terri looked angry. "Damn you! I told you I couldn't be certain . . . " "Calm down, Terri. I was trying to make a dumb joke. I'm really pissed. That tape is not something I ever want to see again. Ditto the pictures. So what do we do about it? Do I let them blackmail me? What happens if they start sending the tape and pictures to other people?" It took us several days to decide. Eventually the two of us took the note, pictures, and tape to the office of the Dean of Students, and I filed a complaint. I accused the SAE house of hiring a prostitute who looked something like my wife, having sex with her, and then trying to use the phony evidence to coerce me into giving several men grades they hadn't earned. I pointed out the obvious similarity between the whore in the pictures and my wife, but I also pointed out the differences - particularly in the hair and eyes. Terri managed to look both innocent and indignant as we talked to the Dean of Students. The Dean watched the entire video with Terri and me sitting in the room. I looked everywhere except at the TV screen, and Terri did a credible job of looking embarrassed. But I noticed he kept glancing back and forth between the screen and Terri as it played. I hoped he believed our story, but I didn't like the expression on his face. The Dean wasn't stupid. When the tape finished, he glared at us, then pointed out the obvious. "I can tell you're wearing a wig, so the hair difference doesn't mean squat. Add some makeup around your eyes, and you're that women in the video. And in the pictures." Terry turned crimson and looked down into her lap. She started to cry. He ignored her. "Let's cut the crap. There are a couple of little moles. Right here on her left breast." He pointed to one of the photographs. "I'd bet money if you bared your breast I'd see the same marks. We all know this is you. They probably have something with your fingerprints on it, and I'll bet they saved souvenirs that have your vaginal secretions on them. If you were there, they can probably prove it with physical evidence. Want to deny it?" Terri and I were shocked into silence and we didn't move, so he went on. "In case you haven't heard, the SAE house is awash with gonorrhea. You both need to be tested." There was nothing Terri or I could say. I nodded. He grunted and went on. "I can't condone your lifestyle. It's a free country, but I think this is about the dumbest case I've ever gotten from a faculty member. Even so, I'm still going to take action." He stared directly at me. "I'm not going to follow up on your silly allegation that they defamed your wife's reputation. After watching that video of her in action, I don't think that's even remotely possible. However, attempting to extort grades is something we absolutely cannot tolerate, and I'm going to go after several of them for that. I need to keep everything you brought as evidence for their hearings. I hope I don't have to, but it may be necessary to play the video to the tribunal hearing the case. Certainly they'll have to examine the photos and the note. Although the hearings are confidential, I can't guarantee people won't talk. In fact this case is so juicy I can almost guarantee they'll talk. "That SAE house. Unbelievable how much trouble they cause. First the gonorrhea outbreak. Then the two coeds last weekend. Now this." "Coeds?" I asked, happy to change the subject. He sighed. "Two coeds claim they were drugged and gang-raped at the SAE house on Saturday night. Instead of coming to my office, they filed charges with the local police, and now the press is bugging me about everything. Well, almost everything. They haven't heard about this, yet." He tapped his finger against the video. "But they probably will." Terri and I thanked him for his time, and we got up to leave. "You realize how much like a small town this college is, don't you?" He asked. He faced directly at Terri. "Your sexual . . . uh exploits are the hottest item on the campus grapevine. I heard about it from my sources almost a week ago. Even your name and the names of some of your . . . uh, partners. So be prepared for some fallout." He was both right and wrong. For some reason the press never got the story. But for several weeks Terri got outright propositions - from students and from faculty members. And it was nearly two years before we were invited to another social function. Three SAE members were dismissed and two others were put on disciplinary probation for attempting to extort grades from me. Neither Terri nor I had to testify at their hearings. The tape and pictures were never returned to us. I heard a rumor that copies of the video were played at campus parties for several years. Terri and I deliberately kept a low profile. It didn't help that the pictures and video from SAE circulated around the campus. For the first couple of months, scarcely a week went by without a fraternity or group of men calling the house to see if Terri wanted to have a party with them. I recognized several other SAE men from the video who were taking classes from me, and they laughed and smirked at me during class. I'm afraid I didn't handle it very well. How would you react if you suspected that everyone in the class had seen the video of those assholes fucking YOUR wife? GOING FORWARD With no social life, we spent all of our spare time with our children. And we talked and discussed and argued. About a month after Terri's revenge fuck at SAE, we resumed marital relations. It was several months later before either of us really enjoyed sex again. Frankly, it was the pictures in our heads. Although she had to imagine it, Terri couldn't stop remembering that I'd fucked Kim, and she would start to cry when we were making love. I couldn't forget the images I'd seen of my wife fucking, first as a frat-whore and later at the SAE house, and my erection would go soft. Guilt and jealousy can kill affection. And love. Notoriety has a half-life of about six months, and within a couple of years, the incident was almost forgotten. Other scandals displaced the story of the fuck-slut professor's wife who took on all comers in a fraternity. It's been almost eight years. Things are close to normal again, and our kids are almost old enough to leave home. Mercifully, as far as we know, they never heard what had happened. We hope they never see the tapes and pictures, but that may be too much to wish for. We're still working at our marriage. We agreed to be completely open and honest with each other, and I think we've both lived up to the bargain. That's the upside. The downside is simple. Now that we're almost back to normal, we both desperately want to once again experience the most exciting sex that we ever experienced - one woman with multiple men. Kim's and Bill's marriages ended, and a few months later the two of them approached me about the three of us doing a MMF trio again. They had clearly tried to get the same results without me, and their inability to do so both aroused and excited me. When I told Terri about their offer, she was adamant that our marriage would also be over if I fucked Kim again. After all, as she had pointed out, the first time I had fucked Kim it had destroyed two marriages and had come close to wrecking ours as well. Terri also pointed out that it was unfair for me to enjoy myself this way unless I allowed her to do the same. She knew she could get "into the zone" if she could fuck a group of men. But when I recall the video images of her gang-fucking other men, I lose my erection, so obviously I couldn't participate. We've tried everything we could imagine for me to get her into the zone by myself - multiple dildos, vibrators, etc. We've even used devices and drugs which prolong my erections, but no matter how long I fuck her, she simply can't get there. We both now realize that the very depravity of having multiple men touching and fucking her is a vital ingredient in Terri's ability to reach the zone. Terri and I also agree that if she engages in a gang-fuck, keeping our marriage together requires me to be one of the men fucking her. We also understand the risks of having her fuck several men in my presence, particularly if I'm unable to participate, so we haven't done that - yet. We've discussed it so many times that it's become our principal sexual goal. We're both obsessed with doing this, but I'm still not able to go through with it and I'm also not willing to let her do it without me. We've discussed joining a group of couples who swing, but we don't feel our marriage is strong enough yet for us to handle even that. So our marriage remains in deep, deep trouble. Terri no longer conceals her masturbating after we make love. She frequently tells me she misses the zone and its incredible, intense orgasms. That's one thing I can't do for her by myself. If - when? - she decides she wants to experience another gang-fuck, I don't know how I'll handle it. If I don't get over my hangup, we both know she'll eventually do a gang-fuck that doesn't include me. But even knowing this, the remembered images of her fucking other men still makes me numb. To think this all started so innocently. I've often wondered how much happier I would be if I'd never experienced that incredible sex with Kim - or if I'd confessed what I'd done to Terri. At that time Terri had adjusted to living without gang-fucks, and she might have remained that way if I had been honest. We'll never know. And there is no way to go back to that point, now. Not after the SAE men. Not after she experienced the zone again. Not after my fucking trio with Kim and Bill.