33 comments/ 208799 views/ 202 favorites What is This on Your Computer By: mgablea "Barry, what is this on your computer?" My startled wife Lori asked. Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! I had royally fucked up. How could I have been so stupid? I had been browsing through my collection of pornographic pictures with cuckold/hotwifing captions and had accidentally left a picture up showing a blonde woman, who looked a lot like Lori. The woman was wearing a black spaghetti strap top sitting at a computer table but turned looking at the viewer. The caption read, "Well, your secret blog account explains where my missing panties have gone and why you love to lick my pussy after we've had sex, but... ...I really want to talk to you about the cuckold theme which runs through all your posts!" It could not have been a worse but more appropriate depiction. Lori looked at me, her face showing a mix of anger, disgust, hurt and confusion. She pushed the "page down" key and another blonde came up. This time she was naked standing in the doorway her hands above her head and the caption read, "I did what you asked Baby..." Lori pushed "page down" again and the next picture in the series read, "He's been fucking me all night..." Lori pushed "page down" again and the next picture in the series read, "Does it make you happy Baby? Your wife fucking your best friend?" Lori pushed "page down" again and the final picture in the series came up and read, "I'm so glad you're happy & horny... We're not finished yet. Tom wants me to do something he calls 'around the world.'" Another push and another picture, this one of a topless woman in pink bikini panties and a caption, "Yes I've let my husband watch me have sex with other sexy men. Do not tell me you've never fantasized about that." Another push, another picture, "Reblog if it turns you on to think of your wife having sex with another man." Lori flashed me another dirty, angry look. The next picture, though, really hit home; it showed a naked blonde that looked just like Lori and she was saying, "After you called me your 'hot wife' a few times, I looked it up on the internet. Is that what you want me to be your 'hot wife?'" Indeed, I had recently begun calling Lori my "hot wife," knowing that she would take it as a compliment and not understand my ultimate meaning. That was too much for her to bear. With tears in her eyes she stormed out. I had done it; in only a few seconds I had managed to wreck our marriage and family and ruin mine and my wife's lives. I just knew what would be coming next, divorce. I sat back down at the computer and clicked. Another picture came on the screen with a smiling blonde women declaring her initial reluctance and then enthusiastic acceptance of becoming a hotwife. "I wish I had done this sooner," she declared. I pushed the button on the keyboard again and another picture showed, which was followed by another and then another and then I another. Remarkably, my dick hardened and I stroked it. I imagined Lori in the pictures with strangers' cocks in her mouth or stroking in and out of her vagina. Strangers' semen covered Lori's face and body or leaked out of her most intimate place. In place of the women in the pictures, I saw my wife telling me to "clean her out" or "lick it, baby." Just like that my cock pulsed and my own semen flowed out and covered my hand. Unbelievably, even after what had happened, I still had gotten myself off. I wish I could have kicked myself. I felt so ashamed. What was I going to do? After that, I busied myself around the house trying to forget the horrible fate that awaited me, us; Monday morning. Hours passed, I wondered where Lori was and what she was doing. I assumed she had gone to her parents'. Should I call? Should I go over there? I just did not know what to do. As I was anxiously pondering how to move forward I heard the familiar sound of Lori's car pulling into our garage. The kitchen door opened and the familiar shape of my wife's entered the room, her eyes red and swollen and her face streaked with tears and showing the stress and strain she felt from my cyber betrayal. She could not bring herself to look at me. My stomach churned and twisted into knots. Even so, I tried to embrace her but she shunned me away with the swipe of her hand. Then came the words all men hate, "Barry, we need to talk." I nodded and started to say something but she quickly cut me off, "No, don't. Just don't. I don't know what's going on. I went to my parents' and told my mother what had happened. " She heaved and sobbed pitifully. "I was so angry...I wanted to kill you...I want to kill myself...I don't understand it...I don't understand you... Anyway, Mom calmed me down and we talked. Oh my god, Barry, I don't know...I'm so confused...I don't know what to believe anymore. Mom told me that Dad had been the same as you. God, she was just so calm about it. She sat there with this peaceful, knowing smile on her face and then she told me she had done it. She said she had 'fucked,' her word not mine, men with Daddy's encouragement. I can't believe it, my own mother, is a, what do you call it, a hotwife and my father, a cuckold, and they love it. Daddy even said it was the best thing they had ever done. They were just so calm and happy about it." Lori stopped to catch her breath. Tears streamed from her red puffy eyes and she sobbed deeply. At last, she let me envelop her in my arms and she buried her face in my shoulder. I kissed her forehead and told her I was sorry and that I loved her. "I know," she said...it's just so hard," she sniffled and wiped her nose with her tissue, "you know, to believe this is happening. You, my parents, I do not know what in the world is happening. Anyway, Mother, even Daddy, explained it all to me. They even had me read the information on the internet. I understand a lot more now. So I'm here...I'm here to talk...To listen, maybe then I'll understand." I guess the first thing you want to know is "Why?" She shook her head up and down to indicate yes. "I do not know, I just do." I told her. She stared at me in disbelief. "So you want to sleep with other women." Lori said accusingly. "No! No! No! That's not it at all. This is not about me sleeping with other women. Why would I want any other woman when I have perfection right at home? I see it as more of my gift to you. To free you, to free you to explore and to experiment, to do things you would never or could never so with me. For me it is a range of very powerful emotions and feelings all jammed together and hitting me at once. When I read about your need to have multiple sex partners while the man remains faithfully monogamous, it resonates as simple truth to me. We never talk about it but I know you have fantasies about sleeping with other men." "No I do not!" Lori adamantly denied. "Okay, Lori the main benefit of hotwifing for us as a couple is that you and I can openly and honestly communicate," I scolded her, "I know you have your fantasies and desires you keep from me, and that's okay. After all until this morning, I tried to hide my darkest secret fantasy from you." "Okay, you're right," she agreed, "There are some guys I have wished I could have slept with when I was younger. You know I did not have any experience when we got married and in some ways I wished that I had..." Her thought trailed off. "And neither did I," I interjected. "I know," Lori shot back with a twinkle in her eyes and a mischievous smirk on her face and for the first time since our blow up. She was calming down and more importantly, coming around and getting into it. "And that's a part of hotwifing, too. To give you a chance to do what you didn't get to do when you were younger," I offered, "You get to have it all. Me, your faithful husband staying at home waiting to reclaim my unfaithful but loving wife and a virtually unlimited number of sex partners to do the things you would never do with me. And the best part is I get to spend the night with you reliving the experience from earlier that night." Still, she pretended to be unconvinced so I turned to what started this whole dialogue, the computer and my library of hotwife/cuckold images and information. I pulled up a picture with a caption. The picture showed a naked hotwife and her naked lover locked in a hard embrace and an equally hard kiss. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and his hand clutches her ass and pulls her against his erection. The caption quotes the hotwife, "I think lots of married women are starting to realize that the perfect marriage is a cuckold marriage. With a willingly cuckolded husband, you can have other sexy, well hung men making love to you whenever you like, and you do not have to worry about your husband getting angry or ever leaving you. You get all of the advantages of having a stable, caring, loving husband at home protecting you and you get to have hot guys like the one I'm kissing in this photo. (My husband took this photo in our bedroom.) Ever since my husband and I started this lifestyle, I have never been without an extra man to love. And my husband has been completely loyal. I know he only wants me. (And he knows how angry I'd be if he ever did what I get to do! I'd leave him for sure.") So, ladies, if you can find a way to get approval from your husband and cuckold him, I promise you will have a fulfilling life that's beyond your wildest dreams! Girls do not get enough romance and love, and I'm getting it coming at me in all directions!" Lori now looked at the pictures on the screen and read the captions from an entirely new perspective. I sat in the chair and Lori sat on my lap. Feeling my hardon pressing into her butt, Lori turned and gave me a playful dirty look before wiggling her butt on my erection causing me to moan. Pushing my luck, I unsnapped her bra and unbuttoned her shirt enough for me to slip my hand underneath her bra's cup and squeezed her breast. She sighed and shivered. I touched her nipple, it was erect. I pinched it gently and rolled between my thumb and finger the way I knew she liked. Her body responded and she breathed deeply. After going through a couple hundred more pictures, seeing naked wives stuffed with strange cocks of all sizes and shapes and reading the captions, Lori got up and ordered me to, "Get up and get naked!" I did as I was told. She got naked too. She shoved me back onto the chair with my erection pointing toward the ceiling. Facing away from me, Lori swiftly straddled me and lowered and impaled herself with my hard cock at the same time. I was shocked at how hot and sopping wet she was. With my cock firmly implanted in her, she snuggled into my chest as we continued scanning my hotwifing pictures and reading the captions one after the other. Lori's hand drifted down to finger her clit. I never would have believed it. Here was my prim and proper, chaste wife who has sworn to me that only whore's touch themselves "there," much less let their husbands see them doing it, doing just that and with my erect penis in her vagina. Soon the inevitable happened, she came first which sent me over the edge too. Once she did, she looked up and smiled, announcing, "I'm tired let's go to bed." I agreed and reluctantly turned off the computer and followed her. Who would have thought that a day that start with my marriage on the brink of coming apart would end with my wife having sex with me while taking a crash course on hotwifing. The next day we talked, I mean really talked. We laughed and cried and laid everything on the table. We worked through more "stuff" in those few hours than in all of the years we had been married. After several hours, Lori finally got up the nerve to confess, "Please don't hate me/ I have a fantasy...I have always fantasized about being a..." ************************************************** I sat contemplating the ice cubes in my drink and thinking of my lovely wife, Lori, upstairs finishing getting ready for our first real adventure and complete the fantasy she had confessed months before, the reason we were in Las Vegas, at this hotel, where we had taken a suite with an adjoining room, for our purposes. This journey had taken many months and Lori had not just changed outwardly but inwardly as well. Sex has become something to be enjoyed. She was no longer passive; willing to take whatever happened, instead she was a full participant and demanded what she needed. During our role playing, she always got excited and we had always had great sex, but not this time. This time was for real. Her fantasy and mine rolled into one. Shower, nails, and complete shave - legs and pussy. The attention she paid to detail was so erotic. Stockings and garters because men loved them, and a flash of lace band was very sexy. Hair bouncing on bare shoulders. A dress as backless as possible, the summery white pleated skirt that was exquisitely short, showed off her long tanned legs. Jewelry and make-up; scent. All erotically composed, sending the message that this was her season, her heat was now. Through the bedroom door I caught sight of her slipping off her dress as practice for what was to come, just touching her pussy lips. In our practice, Lori often got very aroused before these events, except this time she knew that before long a new lover would be kissing her lips, her breasts, and driving his cock into her soft pretty pussy. "Honey, look at me," Lori demanded with a serious tone in her voice, "If I go through with this tonight, this will be the last time you'll be able to look at my vagina and not think about someone else's penis being inside me and our life will be changed forever. Are you absolutely sure you're okay with that? And if I do this, it's not going to be a one-time thing. I will keep doing it with as many and as much as I want." I did not respond at first, but just grinned at her, my silence confirmed my agreement. Eventually, though, I decided I had to say something reassuring to her, "Babe, I want you to do this for me, to do it for us. Honey, I want you to fuck each other deep and hard," I said. "I do not want you to think of me at all, only him, and giving him pleasure." Lori smiled meekly acknowledging my confession. I thought about how once she had made her availability known, it would be time to consummate the deal, so to speak. I suppressed my own raging erection. Soon the other man would enjoy these preparations, and she would sink into that whirlpool of excess and satiety that she craved, and come back to me, glowing with the evidence of her fucking: swollen nipples, dreamy well-fucked eyes, leaking, puffy pussy lips, and the scent of sweat and sex and another man's semen in her. I wished her well as I kissed her at the door. There was a restaurant and bar that spilled out onto the street. I knew he would be there. It had all been meticulously planned by the service. He was easy to spot. I nodded to the man at the next table, I knew he was the man, a tall, tanned man in a khaki suit, no tie, and white silk shirt. He smiled back and raised his glass. "I'm travelling through, a business meeting. Pretty girls here." He sipped. "And I tell you I am in the mood for one. I'm dying for a soft and sexy girl I can fuck." Damn, I thought. I just sat down and that is the first thing you say to me, you must really be horny. I raised my glass to him. "Good luck. You are right; there are some very sexy girls here." "Luck," he shot back indignantly and smugly continued, "Luck takes too long, I do not have time for luck. I go for the quick and reliable and only the best, guaranteed." I did not tell him I knew the truth. I knew all too well the escort that the service had arranged for him. I did not tell him that he would soon be fucking my wife. As if on cue, my lovely wife appeared across the street, her white pleated skirt swinging in the sun, her back bare, her tanned stocking encased legs and strappy heels looking spectacular. We both stared at her transfixed, trancelike. "Damn," I whispered under my breath. She knew the walk. You could see the muscles in her thighs and calves. Her hard work and hours spent at the gym paid off, her new body slim, muscular and firm. Slow and easy, looking around behind her sunglasses, stopping to look in a shop window, checking her watch, fixing a strap on her sandal so her skirt would lift up her thigh showing her stocking tops and garter straps. She checked her watch on the opposite side of the street, and waited as if she was meeting someone. My fellow drinker has transfixed. Mesmerized, and predatory. "Fuck me. That is one hot babe. I hope she's..." he did not finish his statement. He sat up tall. He was tall, I realized. He looked fit, and successful. His eyes were piercing toward her, as if trying to will her here. Sure enough, she walked across the street and past the drinkers out on the sidewalk, and into the lounge. All eyes followed her movements, men lusting, and women envious. Up close now, I could see and everyone could see that she was not wearing a bra, her lovely breasts bouncing just a little, her nipples hard and evident. She chose the table in the corner by the window. My cock was aching already, and the game was on. She ordered a glass of white wine and uncrossed and crossed her legs, letting her shoe dangle a bit. She didn't even look my way. Every gestures and angle of her body proclaimed one message: Here I am come and take me. Try me. "That's her," my new friend declared. He got up as soon as she sat down, and called the server over to buy her a glass of wine, the sign. As soon as it was delivered, he went over, smiling, offering his hand. He was a bigger man than I had at first realized. From my observation post, I watched as the preliminaries played out. Minutes passed like hours as I watched the two strangers become more familiar with each other, touching and caressing until their prelude ended and the new couple got up to leave. No matter how many times we had played out this fantasy, nothing could have prepared me for the overwhelming panic and jealousy I felt as I watched Lori leave with her first ever client. She turned and our eyes met one last time. Our lives would never be the same again. Tonight for $800 per hour the love of my life would become a paid whore. Later, Lori filled me in: "I am Larry. May I join you?" He asked. I said, "of course", but he had already shifted his chair around to her side of the table, closer, more intimate. She said he felt different from most other men: more definite, more dominant, and more confident. "He had lovely eyes, and he placed his hand on mine right away, not moving it," Lori told me. "It made my pussy stream, for some reason. I loved the feel of his strong, large hand. And that he didn't move it, but assumed it was okay to leave it there. He stared at my breasts. I knew my nipples were hard, and getting harder. I was proud of them. He looked at them. I fought my intuitive urge to cover myself and instead left them displayed for his pleasure. He told me he was a tennis player, a real tennis player, or he used to be, before he had to retire and get into business. I said that I and my husband planned to attend some of the majors someday, especially the French. He looked at me then for a hard second, and asked if my husband minded what I did and that I was out looking so sexy and in the company of a man who had designs on her. I flushed, I know it, but I simply smiled and said, "No, I love my husband, but we have an arrangement." Then he placed his hand on my thigh, and caressed it. I had to fight the urge to push it away like the prim and proper wife I am... or used to be. His hands were strong, and warm, his fingertips very sensitive, as if he was indeed a tennis player. I know he felt me open my thighs just a little. His fingers went further up the inside of my thigh. He asked if I lived here. I said no, I was staying in the hotel. I had a room upstairs. " What is This on Your Computer When she told me afterward it was like she was in another world. She totally forgot about me across the bar. She needed all her faculties to focus on him and his predatory pressure. "Then he leaned over further, his eyes very intense. For some reason it was just right, I was feeling swept off my feet. I was waiting for him to discover how wet I was. I craved his warm lips on mine, my lips on his cock, his fingers in my pussy, his cock inside me, everywhere. He asked me if perhaps we might enjoy ourselves better upstairs, 'you are very sexy,' he said. 'Very sexy. You make my cock hard.' I answered him by placing my soft hand on his thigh and felt his muscular flesh. Then he said he needed me to know how I affected him that he wanted to fuck me, to possess my body, to use all my holes, to take me to another universe. He said it was important for me to know how he felt. Then he said that if I moved my hand up further I would discover how much he meant it. I moved my hand up further, scratching my nails gently in his muscular thigh, until I reached the tip of his cock. It was hard. Rock hard. And thick, and long. I was trying to assess how long, because it didn't seem normal. I was both worried and thrilled. I stroked it slowly, and listened to him seethe in his breath through his teeth."... From my nearby table, watching the progress was delicious; she was so artful. Her toes would graze his calf, or she would lean forward intimately, speaking in low tones just inches from his face, so he could not avoid inhaling the promise of her perfume. His hand on her knee, moving over her warm flesh. At this point I would know that before long his hand would be moving freely over her breasts, stroking her inner thigh, fingers probing her eager and willing pussy. "Yes," Lori said, "we should go upstairs." Lori described her adventure to me, as if she wanted me to understand each detail, which I did. She wanted to know how deeply she was lost in this little world of seduction, because she knew I would be thrilled at the depth of it. She had come to understand that. Very insightful girl. ..."Larry paid quickly and as we waited at the elevator he slid his hand down my back and over my ass, confident, perfect, as if he already possessed me. He squeezed my buttocks and once the elevator arrived I pushed the floor and he rammed me against the elevator wall, kissing me hard and passionately, grinding his long thick cock against my mound. His hand went between my thighs and I gasped. In an instant my ting G-string was on the elevator floor.I almost cried out loud as his fingers found my pussy, all wet and bare and ready, and his fingers stroked it and then he pushed one finger up inside me, quick and without warning. I was so surprised by it, and surprised by the fact that I almost came. He was so different than us, so rough. There was no tenderness in him. I was his, a paid whore. All that mattered was what he wanted, that was the deal. To him I was a cunt, a piece of meat. The door opened, and I led him to my room. It was then I remembered you, I hadn't thought about you for minutes on end. I knew you'd be fine. I didn't have time to think. Once inside he pressed me against the wall again. Hard. Kissed me hard. I felt his hard, muscular body, a dream body. I was melting. He unzipped the short zipper on my dress that obediently floated to the floor. I was standing only in my stockings and heels. "I am going to fuck you, Lori, I am going to have my cock in all your holes so that you can have the best of me." He sank his hand into my hair and held my hair back, waiting... "You understand? You understand what I'm are going to do to you?" I nodded. "Good. Get on your knees now, take out my cock and show me how you want to thrill my cock." It was just what I wanted to do. I loved how definite and direct he was. He left me no options. I just got to my knees and did as I was told. I unzipped his pants and took out his cock. I was half dreading, half eager, this was my first. I didn't even know if I could fit it in my mouth. I licked and stroked and sucked it, and yes, I could get it in my mouth, but not down my throat as I knew he wanted. I summoned all my skills and heard him groan and moan as he stripped his clothes off. Every few seconds he reached down and pinched my nipples and stroked my cunt. I could feel how hard he was. I sucked and licked for all I was worth what he had paid for me. I wanted to prove to him that I was worthy of his cock, that he should give me his best, that all my holes were available to him. Then I could feel him ready to explode. I sucked and licked hard, took his balls in my mouth, dug my fingers into his ass. He came. I had never tasted semen before; I had always avoided it. The loving wife, Lori, didn't but the whore, Lori, knew she had to. Spurt after spurt in my mouth, more than I could swallow but I did my best. It was not bad, really. He finished. I kept sucking then looked up at him, smiling. He bent down and gave me a glorious intense kiss, tasting his cum on my mouth, I know. My hand was still on his cock, and while it had softened a bit, it now hardened. I could hardly believe it. He lifted me up, led me to the bed... lay me down."... Back in the lounge, I finished my drink and took the elevator up, cock hard with anticipation, to the darkened room next to hers, next to theirs. The door between our rooms was cracked open. I still was not quite prepared for what I saw, its intensity and sensuality. I had to take my cock out of its confines in my pants, it was aching so hard. There she was, my lovely erotic wife, Lori, naked, on her knees, sucking his cock fiercely. It looked like they had hardly got past the door. Her dress was on the floor, and she looked like a porn star kneeling with her hands - both of them - wrapped around this massive cock. She looked like she could barely get her lips around his cock, and try as she might it would only go in about half way. Her eyes were like dark intense pools, focused on this thick pulsing cock, looking up at his face, which was twisting and gaping in pure ecstasy. His hands wrapped around her head, holding her, guiding her. She was driving him to the edge, he was tensing, his muscles bulging on this impressive, tall, tanned athletic physique. She was very alive to his impending explosion, working harder, making him want to cum like he had never cum in his life, it seemed. Then he erupted. He bucked into her mouth, fucking her face, making her eyes bulge and her mouth seem to grip tighter. It was like time slowed for me, watching my wife totally engrossed in his cock, watching her lovely throat try to swallow it all down. He kept bucking, and I realized, spurting. I knew she was tasting semen for the first time and was surprised she could do it. Then his cum started to spill from her tight lips but she was not going to stop. Till finally, he was spent. Lori made a show of it, entertaining her client. She kept his cock in her mouth, her soft hands that looked so small around his thick shaft, then she wiped the cum from her chin and her breasts where it had dripped. He bent down and kissed her passionately but after he stood up she still held on to his semi-hard cock, looking at it, kissing the tip, feeling its weight and thickness, as if it were a marvel, kissing its length, touching the tip with her fingertip. I do not think it ever got soft at all, I realized he was fully hard again. She led him over to the bed, where she just lay down and spread her legs, aching. Waiting, wanting... Her eyes were melted, saying please, please. "Fuck me," Lori demanded, "Give me your cock. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me crazy for your cock. I want it. Fuck me." I was shocked by her crudeness. He climbed onto the bed over her. His cock hung underneath him and pointed at my wife's hole. She took him in her hand and guided him to her soft entrance. He started to push it in, and her body tensed. He held her by the thighs, forcing the head and about an inch in. As soon as his massive cock pierced her dripping, hungry cunt, her soft body started to jerk and writhe uncontrollably. She must have been incredibly aroused, something I have never seen before: as soon as he spread her apart, he forced an orgasm from her without warning, before he even started thrusting. "Do not stop," she said when she caught her breath, before writhing again. His muscular body above my deliriously aroused and orgasmic wife. "Deeper," she said. "More. More." He roughly turned her over, manhandling her like a quivering ragdoll; ass up head down, the cheater position. He swatted her butt cheeks roughly several times. All she said was "Fuck me, fuck me." My mouth gaped open. I could see how he was stretching her, turning her inside out. Agonizingly he pushed in deeper, inch by inch, then out and in again as his cock got slicked by her dripping cunt. Several more involuntary orgasms shook her before he was finally in. He grasped her hips firmly, his strength letting her know how much he was in control, how much she was totally at his mercy. He started fucking her hard. Harder and deeper as he thrust his thumb in Lori's anus to penetrate her completely and fully, something she would never let me do. She was almost trying to hold him back from cumming, but she could not and he finally exploded into her, god knows how much semen he shot into her, as I remembered how he filled her mouth. Then he was spent, she was spent, quivering, as he collapsed on top of her and then rolled off to her side. Lori rolled over on top of him, her arms around his neck, planting feverish kisses on his mouth and neck and chest. I was nearly numb with wonder. She always came a few times when she and I fucked, but I had never seen her cumming like this, this out of control. As Lori lay on him, his semen leaked out... I sat trying to take in what had just happened. My stomach knotted as I had watched it happening in front of me, feeling almost physically sick in a way, jealous...anxious... so nervous for what it means, what had changed... The reality of watching another man's large, thick cock, plunging deeply into my wife's tight pussy had been much different than my fantasy... The reality of watching the lips of her pussy stretched around his shaft... His large cock splitting open her tight tunnel, pushing deep, filling her time and time again. His heavy balls slapping against her as he drove his monster cock, balls deeper, into her cunt...taking her offered body. The deep, sickening realization as he was fucking her, she belonged to him, responded to HIS penetrating her pussy, his teasing of her clit, her breasts, her nipples... I thought back to how she came hard on his plunging cock, her powerful orgasm, emanating from the incredible pleasure of his big meaty cock completely filling her pussy, the walls stretched around the thick girth of his shaft to accommodate his size... Her orgasms consuming her body, her moans and screams, pinned to the mattress by his plunging cock, yet writhing, shaking, and trembling, around his shaft... Wonderful, yet horrible, seeing the grateful lust and pleasure in Lori's eyes. She had so willingly given herself to him... This man, Larry, had shot copious amounts of his sperm deep into my wife, he emptied his full, heavy balls inside of her... Horrible, yet incredibly compelling and arousing, my mind filled with questions. My conservative, faithful wife, now was a sex toy, fuck slut, cum bucket, for another man. Would she keep doing it? Deep down despite the pain, I hoped she would. I hoped she would want to do it all again, and very soon. I gulped and eased away from the door and out of the room. I knew he had to be finished and I wanted to be downstairs; I wanted to intercept him, buy him a drink, and ask him how his interlude was. I was sure Lori would love it, knowing how he spoke of her to another man. I waited in the lounge. After how I had seen him fucking her, and her shattering orgasms, I figured it would be 20 or 30 minutes at most before he was down. Forty-five minutes later there was no sign of him. Maybe he left by a different exit, I thought. There is no way they could still be going at it, could they? After an hour, and another drink, I crept back upstairs. It was like my cock knew better than I did what I was likely to find: it was thoroughly hard by the time I started opening the adjoining door a crack. She was on her knees, whimpering. His strong body was above her, his large hands gripping her bare hips. Her head was down in the sheets, folded on her arms. "I am going to take your ass now, Lori." Without hesitation she moved her hands to her buttocks and spread her ass cheeks, presenting her rear hole to him. "Yes," she said breathlessly, "Take it. Fuck my ass. Take all of me. Fuck all of me, please?" He did. She must have been well-lubricated; I realized they had been fucking more in the intervening hour, when normally this would have been enough for Lori. I watched mesmerized as he buried his thick monster in her ass. It was difficult for her but she was determined. She whimpered and tensed and eased and relaxed and came again, and again, as he pounded into her. I watched him finally arching his back and driving into her, totally ravaging her, I realized, emptying his cock into her rectum, filling now her third hole: first her mouth, then her pussy, now her ass. He was true to his word, possessing her entirely. Again, he collapsed on her, and they rolled to their sides, his cock still inside her. I could see her face, her eyes unfocused, somewhere else, her brain fucked as well as her body. I went downstairs again to wait... After another 45 minutes he appeared. Later she told me that after fucking her in the ass, she still sucked him off again, and he fucked her again in the pussy. He was insatiable, she said, and that made her insatiable. She just fed off his hunger, and he fed off hers. But I just figured it had taken them some time to clean up. He came into the lounge a little distracted and rumpled. I raised my glass and motioned to the empty chair at my table. "This one's on me," I said. He was still looking around, distracted, then picked up his drink and sipped. "So how was your little visit? Successful?" He looked at me and paused. "She was amazing. Magic. One of the best fucks I have ever had. Worth every dollar and cent. She was insatiable, made for pleasure. It was like she couldn't get enough," he paused, looking a little sheepish, as if he didn't want to brag. "And believe me, I have a lot of stamina in the sex department." I felt this huge knot in my stomach as he spoke. "So you would put her near the top of your list?" He sipped again, ran his hand through his blond hair. "For sure. I will be back, believe me. She is definitely more than a onetime fuck." He raised his eyebrows and chuckled, but there was a serious undercurrent to him. He sipped his drink and looked away, ruminating, remembering. "Next time I think I will bring a couple of friends, too." I took out my cell phone as if I had gotten a message. "Damn, I have to go," I excused myself. I needed to take my own throbbing cock upstairs. I was impatient now to be with my lovely, erotic wife. I quickly opened the door and found her on the bed naked like he had left her. Yes, she was in a delicious, orgasm-induced euphoria. I knelt between her legs, feeling the wetness of her leaking cunt. She jerked instinctively. Sensitive. Her vagina was glistening, leaking. "How many times did he cum inside you?" She stared into space, still dreamy, then seemed to hear my question, tried to force herself to focus on the answer. "Ummm... two... no... ummm... three." She smiled weakly. "Fuck me, baby. I need your lovely cock now." I quickly lost my clothes, aimed my hard cock at her used entrance, smiled and slowly sank it in. God it was fabulous, hot and slick and open for me. There was a knock at the door, loud and insistent. We froze. "Who is it?" she called out. "Lori, it's me. Larry. I left my wallet." Sure enough on the dresser next to a stack of bills her had left for Lori, was his wallet. "Um, just a second," she answered him. She looked at me in a panic and whispered, "Just slip under the bed, or the closet. I will get rid of him quickly." I slipped under the bed, it was one of those old hotel beds. I could see the door from under the hanging bed ruffle. She went to the door, naked, and let him in. I could see the wetness of cum dripping down her leg. The first thing he did was kiss her deeply, quickly. She held his wallet in her hand, but as the kiss lengthened she slipped her hands around his neck, and his hands started to grapple with her, squeezing her buttock and caressing her breast. I saw it all perfectly. "Fuck you are unbelievably hot." Then he unzipped, sank his hand into her hair and guided her to the floor. "I want to feel your mouth one more time." Some other look came over her eyes. Her soft hand took out this big cock again, and again I had to adjust my conceptions of cock size. She took it in his mouth, and he was quickly rock hard. She sucked beautifully, attentively, as if she really was worshipping it, like they write about in porn books. Suddenly I saw his eyes focus on my clothes lying crumpled on the floor. He knew I was there and he smiled smugly. He gasped and tensed before he lifted Lori up away from his cock again. "Now I want to feel your ass and pussy again, Lori. I need to feel your incredible fucking heat," he told her. "I'll pay you even more." A smile had wreathed her face and she almost danced over to the bed. I felt her bounce on top of it. He dropped his pants, leaving his shirt on, his cock swinging. She must have been bouncing, like an eager puppy I imagine. "Like this? You want my pretty little girl ass like this, Larry?" That hooded intense look in his eyes, and I felt him kneeling on the bed. Then a gasp. A whimper. A groan. Rhythm as he was clearly fucking her in the ass. He changed the rhythm, eliciting sudden unexpected cries, then hungry moans, then long gasps. "Fuck you are beautiful. I already can't wait till we meet again. How many times did I cum in you, Lori? Tell me." He continued to fuck her ass as he spoke. "Twice in your mouth. Twice in your ass. And now turn over. It will be four times in your lovely hot married unfaithful cunt." I felt the bouncing and jostling of sheets, trapped under the bed, so close I could have touched them if the bed hadn't been in the way. Her voice was next, encouraging him, "Yes baby, fuck me. Fuck me again and again. I can't wait till next time. Fuck me now." Then there was a large bounce. I could imagine his thick cock driving in in one long thrust to her now well-prepared pussy. She cried out. He pounded and thrust. Faster, harder. Then the cries and gasps and moans mixed and they both exploded, erupted, spasmed and jounced. Then the sound of kissing. Of sighs. "Till next time, baby." Lori promised him, "You have my number." He pulled on his pants and opened his wallet. He counted out ten more one hundred dollar bills which he placed on top of the twenty he had left before. $3,000, $3,000 in addition to what he had already paid the "service." $3,000 for my wife's fidelity. Lori had successfully lived out her fantasy. She was a prostitute, a whore, paid for sex, selling her body for sheer carnal pleasure. And my fantasy had been fulfilled another man had fucked my wife. More importantly, we had crossed the forbidden line. Lori was a hotwife and I her cuckold. There was no going back. He moved to the door pulling Lori along with him. He opened the door and pulled Lori into the hallway, naked. He pushed Lori roughly against the door and engulfed her in his arms and forcefully kissed her. Then there were only the sounds his faint footsteps as he walked away leaving her still standing in the hallway against the door. What is This on Your Computer Then the sound of the door closing and Lori spoke, "Baby, I wanted you to have that, I wanted you to be with me. Before you come out, I wanted you to know how happy I am and how much I love you and how much I love sharing this wonderful journey with you. Come on baby. I want your cock now. Nice and tender and loving." I rolled out from under the bed. She was lying on her stomach, exactly where he had fucked her, her legs spread. I bent over and kissed her bare back, then kneeled between her legs, looking down at her pussy slit leaking his cum and kissed her there. Lori moaned deeply as more of his load leaked out of her and I was about to add my own load. "Up on your knees, baby. I want you to feel it deep inside," I told her. She got up on her knees. I slid my cock tip along her slit, which was almost pouring cum, rather than leaking it. I loved this sensation, loved the closeness this brought us. I pushed it in, and I couldn't believe the ease with which it went in. So easy, so fast, so deep. So wet. So slick. So sticky. She clenched immediately. "Oh fuck baby yes... fuck me now. It takes nothing at all to make me cum now. I must have had more than a dozen orgasms. Two dozen." Sure enough, once I had pounded into her for a minute she came. I was not far behind. "Did you enjoy his cock fucking you, baby? Did you enjoy his taste, his feel?" I asked her. "Yes, baby. He was so different," she answered. "I couldn't say no to anything he wanted. It was like my body was his to use and play with. Fuck yes" Then she talked about how he used her. Spurting into her, and dripping out as my cock slipped out. About how she loved it and wished she could do it again. I collapsed on top of her, then beside her, stroking her hair. She chattered away talking about what she had done and how she felt. Finally the excitement of the day took its toll. She snuggled against me. In less than a minute she was asleep. Back at home and our normal life, I have and will continue to tell her how hot it was, how proud I am of her, how beautiful she is, how much I love her, how the confidence she discovered in herself is such a turn on, and on and on... There have been no negative reactions when I bring anything up so all in all I think were heading in the right direction. Even so, part of me was always waiting for the other shoe to drop, I did not mean to, I tried not to, but I did. It's not like I sate all day obsessing it's just from time to time I got that thought. It's not that I'm a pessimist, I'm not, I do not think, I'm just realistic. Because of this I, of course, had been expecting some negative blow back. Our sex life is utterly fantastic! Lori does not hold anything back. I thought about how so called moral people would condemn her and me but the thought only added to my heightened excitement over her new found promiscuity. Yesterday I was in the pool with the little ones and my oldest daughter came out to ask for some money. She saw the scratches on my back and a bruise that is obviously a bite mark. She was not impressed. Later she was at the mall with her Mom and really gave Lori hell about it. That was not the fallout that was just bonus fun. I guess it got my wife thinking because last night she asked, "Do you think badly of me because of what I did?" "No, not at all" I reassured her and told her, "just the opposite" and all that. I asked her why she asked, and if she felt badly about what we did. "I know I probably should," she said. "But really, no, I do not feel bad at all." I asked her, "If we could go back in time would you do it again?" "Oh god yes!" She answered before asking, "Is that wrong?" "Hell no it's not wrong," I told her, and "I'm already planning on making it happen again!" I got a grin from her and she said, "You're bad." I asked her if she thought that was bad and she said "probably not". So I'm hoping that was the shoe falling, more of a slipper really, and it turned out to be a positive.