0 comments/ 51714 views/ 13 favorites Lacey's Story Ch. 01 By: imsiege Prologue Lacey and Lee Okay, let's get the boring stuff out of the way first. This is a story about me and my wife's sexual adventures, so you're going to want some visuals. I am 38 years old and stand five foot, nine inches tall with a stocky build. I have black hair and blue eyes. But you don't really care about me; you're just going to put yourself in my place as you read this anyway. You want to know about my wife, Lacey, so you can develop a good mental image as you imagine yourself fucking her. Lacey is 32 years old. She is six foot, one inch tall and has long blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. She has lovely, natural, 38c tits with a slim build and the absolute softest skin you could ever hope to touch. If I have to be honest, gravity has had a slight effect on her, as it has on all of us, but she is no less amazing for all that and looks easily ten years younger than her true age. Everyone I know always says they can't believe she has had three kids. "She looks so beautiful and thin," everyone says. And it is true that she is stunning. Remember that as you fantasize about sliding your cock into my wife's wet pussy and hot mouth - she is stunning. The last thing you need to know about my wife is that Lacey is not her name. All names in this story, as well as any professional and geographical information, have been changed to protect the guilty. I do have to occasionally refer to my wife as Lacey in real life though, and the reason for that will be made known later on. Chapter 1 Lacey's Ending This is the part of the story that my wife doesn't like to read as she doesn't want to be reminded of the bad times. Without this part, however, the rest of the story would most likely never have happened so I must be told. If you don't care much about background, then feel free to skip ahead to chapter 2. Lacey and I had been together for eleven years - married ten - and, truth be told, we were just going through the motions. Playing house. When we met, we where both dealing with the fallout of failed relationships. We had both lost the people who were, up to that point, the loves of our lives and we had built up our mental defenses to deal with those losses. We were emotionally walled off from each other and married based on logical considerations rather than emotional or passionate ones. From then on we were never alone, but never really together. We never really connected, and I had no idea how unhappy she was until her ex came back into her life. Steve had been out of her life since before I had met her, and it hadn't been a particularly pleasant parting, but she was suddenly forced to deal with him again for legal reasons. Legal issues soon turned into friendship, however, and it wasn't long before Lacey was telling me that her e-mails with Steve were too private and personal for me to read. Too personal! For me, her husband! Needles to say, I confronted her about her attitude on this subject and it didn't go well at all. "I just don't want to do this anymore," she said to me. "I'm not happy and never have been." "Are you saying you want a divorce?" "I don't know what I want. All I know is that I'm not happy. Maybe I can't be. I don't know." We decided to stay together and things got a little better. Only a little, however, as I had no idea how to make her happy. The best thing that happened to us from my point of view, though Lacey may disagree, is that her friendship with Steve blew up in her face. After several e-mails and a face to face meeting, she finally remembered what a complete asshole he is. Then Ben showed up. Ben was the man that Lacey dated after Steve and she was soon developing a strong friendship with him as well. They e-mailed and texted constantly and starting hanging out together. Of course this bothered and scared me. I was having visions of a repeat of the Steve fiasco. Luckily, the "Steve fiasco" taught me a couple things: 1) I needed to know exactly what was being said between them, and . . . 2) Direct confrontation would lead to disaster, so. . . I made an effort, dishonest or not, to read all of her e-mails and texts so I'd know exactly how serious this situation was. What I learned was that there was definitely some flirting and sexual innuendo being thrown about between them. One time Ben had told her about how he had spent the day trimming the bushes in front of his house and she responded with "You can come trim my bush anytime." I made several attempts to bring things out into the open without letting her know I'd read her e-mails in for fear that she would shut me out again. "I don't know for sure what's going on," I lied, "But if you and Ben are really just friends, then there's no reason to keep things secret." She just stared at me. "If you're flirting, that's fine," I said. "I realize that male and female friends act that way. I act that way with my female friends. It's just all this secrecy that makes it look like you're doing something you're not." She still stared. She said nothing to me but she kept Ben informed of everything I said. One night while she was working the night shift, I read an e-mail she had sent saying "I just wish Lee would see me for what I am - impulsive and selfish - and just leave." I was stunned. Of course she had told me that she wasn't happy but this was the first time she said that she actually wished our marriage would end. And she didn't say it to me, but to another man. I felt the need to react to this. The feeling built up in me until I had to say something. Unfortunately, the only thing to say was "I give up". I had tried to make things better and it obviously was not enough, so I texted her. {I'm sorry to keep sending you negative texts at work, but I can't really think clearly unless I'm alone and that only happens while you're at work. Then I have to say something while the thoughts are still clear in my head.} {Thank you,} she replied. {If you want to leave me, you can.} {Why are you giving up on me?} she asked. {I don't want to give up, but I'm tired of beating my head against a wall trying to hold on to something that apparently no longer exists.} {I thought things were getting better?} The fact that she was fighting me on this gave me hope, so I changed tactics. {If you want to keep working on things, we can, but we need to come up with a definite plan.} {No, I think you're right: we need space. I think we need to separate.} A complete 180. I was floored. {Why are you suddenly changing your mind?}, I asked. {I just need time to figure out what I want.} {Okay, how are we doing this?} {I don't know, but the kids don't need to know anything about this yet. There's no need to upset them too soon.} {So what's your plan?} {I don't know.} Her indecisiveness was upsetting me. This, and the fact that she had gone from fighting FOR us to fighting AGAINST us in the blink of an eye made me suspicious that there was something specific she wanted to do. Or someone. And to be honest, that idea actually excited me somewhat, so I took the lead. {Okay,} I said. {From this point on, we are separated. We both have the right to do whatever or whoever we want. Since the kids can't know, that means we have to continue living in the same house and sleeping in the same bed but we are basically just friends. If you want to be friends with benefits, that will be up to you.} Now you need to understand that the whole "Naughty Wife" scenario - married women fucking men other than their husbands - has been a fantasy of mine for a long time. I had always wanted my wife to do this, with my consent only, but never mentioned it to her for fear she would think of me as some kind of horrid pervert, but her sudden change of heart during our conversation made me think that one of the main deciding factors in this separation, for her, may be that she wanted to fuck Ben and I saw this as an opportunity to allow her to have some freedom and fun while I lived out my fantasy. What I'm saying is that when I said "We have the right to do whoever we want", part of me was hoping that she would take the opportunity to sow some wild oats. The obvious downside, of course, is that I had no idea whether or not this separation would eventually become permanent. Not that I had any choice however, as she was pushing for the separation. She needed time to find out what she wanted. Well, she agreed to the arrangement and went back to work. I went to sleep scared and slightly excited about what may soon happen. From the beginning, it was apparent that this was not going to be a typical separation. If anything, we started growing closer almost immediately. Our sex life definitely improved. I have to admit, to my embarrassment, that I was never a very passionate or energetic lover in the years we had been married. The fact that I had been out of shape for most of our marriage made wild intercourse very tiring, and the emotional walls that I mentioned earlier made me unwilling to make any serious effort. Luckily I am very good at eating pussy, so my wife never went wanting for orgasms. On many occasions in the early years I was able to make her cum so many times with my tongue that she actually passed out, and after hearing her tell a mutual friend that we liked oral sex more than intercourse I pretty much decided that oral it would be. Our sex live became what I'd consider the exact opposite of most peoples; we would only fuck for a few minutes as foreplay just to move on to the main course of going down on each other. I understand now that, while my wife considers me the king of sucking cunt, she was definitely missing the feeling of a hard cock in her pussy. When Lacey got home the morning after we agreed to separate, I planned to leave the bed to her and sleep on the couch. "You don't have to leave," she said as I got up. "What do you want me to do?" I asked "Lay here and hold me." I did just that and, as we both sleep naked, it wasn't long before my dick started to respond to the closeness and my hands started to wander with a mind of their own. Lacey started to respond as my hands caressed her side, sliding down over hip and thigh and then back up to squeeze her tits. Her breathing became more labored and her hips started to slowly rock back and forth. "Under the circumstances," I said, " I don't want to be too forward. What do you want me to do?" "Keep doing what you are doing. It feels good and I like being close to you." So I continued running my hands over her body; rubbing her side, her hip and thigh, running my hand along her abs and then up to roll her hard nipples between my fingers. She started to moan and move her hips more forcefully and she reached behind herself to grab my cock, pulling and squeezing with an exquisite pressure. She turned her head to kiss me, intertwining her tongue with mine and breathing lustily into my mouth. "What would you like now?", I asked. "Fuck me." "Is that really what you want?", I teased. "Yes. Bend me over the bed and fuck me." I didn't need any more encouragement. My cock was hard enough to cut glass, so I quickly draped her over the side of the bed and stood behind her. I suddenly realized what I'd been missing all those years as I slowly slid into her hot pussy and I was quickly started pounding into her with a passion I hadn't known in quite some time. My beautiful, now estranged, wife looked so beautiful bent over in front of me. Her back arched. Her hand reaching back to grip my thigh. Her mouth open wide, moaning and her eyes rolling back in pleasure. I had been getting slowly back into shape for awhile and, while you maybe couldn't tell by looking at me, I definitely had more energy and stamina than I had for years and we continued to fuck passionately for nearly an hour before I threw her onto her back and buried my face between her thighs. She had already had 2 or 3 orgasms and now it was time for the coupe de grase. Her pussy was dripping with her cum and I licked it up like a man on a mission. I pulled out all of the stops; licking up the entire length of her pussy, sucking her cunt lips into my mouth, sticking my tongue inside her, and flicking my tongue over and across her clit with blinding speed in each and every direction before wrapping my lips around it. I sucked her hard clit in and out of my mouth like I was giving her a miniature blow job. I sucked hard on her clit and was rewarded as she sprayed her cum in my mouth and all over my face. After taking a few minutes to recover she told me to move up the bed so she suck my cock and it wasn't long before I was returning the favor by shooting a load of hot sticky cum down her throat. All things considered, it was a very good day and I had very positive feelings about our future. Fate had another hand to deal however, in the form of some information that seemed horrible to me at the time but which was actually a blessing in disguise. That night I decided to check Lacey's e-mail. I know, I know; I'm a terrible person, but remember I was a man desperate to save his marriage. Anyway, Lacey had received an e-mail response from Steve to a message she had sent the previously day (just hours before we had agreed to separate). My step-daughter was in Manhattan visiting Steve, her biological father, for only the second time in her life and things were not going well as, I may have mentioned, Steve is an asshole. A certain part of Lacey's e-mail grabbed my attention and wouldn't let go. "Don't pull this shit with me," she had written. "I have no problem coming out there and bringing Ashlee home. I'm seeing someone now who can charter me a plan instantly." Seeing someone? She was referring to Ben as he obviously had the money to do that, and had actually offered to do so if needed. But she said 'seeing someone'. Had she been seeing Ben behind my back? Had they already had sex? Now you need to understand, there is a big difference between your wife fucking another man with your consent for your mutual pleasure and her doing it without your knowledge and behind your back. I may seem weird but the later is disrespectful and hurtful, and while I wanted her to fuck other men I didn't want it to happen that way. I was hurt and decided we needed to have a serious talk. I stayed up all night cleaning the house and thinking about how I was going to approach this. My wife walked in the door the next morning to see me standing there waiting for her. "We need to sit down and have a serious discussion," I said. Lacey's Story Ch. 02 Chapter 2 Lacey's Beginning Lacey stared at me with apprehension. "I think we need to have a serious conversation," I started, "About what's going on between us. There are two conditions to this talk. First - complete openness and honesty. Any question that either of us feels like asking will be answered with the absolute and total truth. That means no avoiding the question, no partial answers, no changing the subject, and telling only half the story. The second condition is amnesty. Whatever either of us may discover about each other will be discussed and then forgiven. That way we both know where we stand and when we wake up later, we can start with a clean slate moving forward." "Moving forward to what?", she asked "To wherever we go from here. If we can make things work then great, if we can't then at least maybe we will be able to stay friends without any animosity that may come from not knowing the truth. Can you agree to that?" It took a little persuading to get her to agree but eventually the conversation proceeded. Now, as I said, I had read some of the e-mails between her and Ben so there were some things that she didn't know I was already aware of. My plan was to start out by asking questions that I already knew the answers to in order to judge the level of her honesty. Once, I felt comfortable that she was being truthful with me about certain events, at least as far as she personally saw those events, I started to ask questions that were really bothering me. I asked if anything inappropriate had happened between her an Ben. "What do you mean 'inappropriate'?" she asked. "I know you flirt and that's fine. That's just human nature. What I mean is has it gone beyond that? Have the two of you anything sexual? Have you cheated on me?" "No," she said. "We're friends and we talk, but we haven't done anything. I'm going to be honest with you - I'm interested in fucking him, kind of for old times sake I guess, but I'm not going to do that as long as you and I are together." I was still wrestling with the conflicting emotions of relief that nothing had happened as opposed to dismay that she had wanted them to when she turned the tables on. "Have you ever cheated on me?" she asked This was not something I had expected her to ask, but I had made her commit to openness, so I had to follow my own rules. "About five years ago," I had to admit, "I got a blowjob from a girl I used to work with." This revelation startled her. She wasn't mad but she was surprised that I had done something like that. She kept saying "I just never thought you were the type who would do that." We continued to talk for some time, getting to know each other our feelings for the first time. The conversation was winding down and had actually implied that we could finally take some time to sleep when a thought suddenly occurred to me. Some years ago I had, for no real reason, became certain that Lacey had been unfaithful to me. I don't know for sure why I felt that way but I did. I told her of my suspicions but never really asked her if they were true or insist that she tell me what had happened. I had spent this whole time trying to determine if she had done anything with Ben but I never asked if she had strayed at any other time like she had asked me. "One last thing," I said. "Have you done anything sexual with anyone other than me at any time since we've been married? "Yes," she said. "It was about seven years ago. Remember when I went through that phase where I was going to the bar all the time? Well, one of those times, I gave a blowjob to some guy I met there." "Well, I have to admit that it hurts to hear you say that, but I can't get angry or hold it against you since I've been guilty of something very similar. Where did you go with him? We didn't have any extra money, so did he pay for a hotel or something?" "We didn't go anywhere. I just blew him in the parking lot. In our van." This information was hurtful and I decided that we had both learned enough for one day and had made some wonderful progress in opening up to each other. I felt it would be good to end the conversation there before our feelings could possibly cause either of us to say something we didn't mean, so I agreed that it was a good idea when Lacey asked if we could finally go to sleep. We laid down to what we thought would be a long days sleep (as we both worked the night shift) but I was awake again after only three or four hours. Despite the short amount of time, I was wide awake. Something was running through my mind and refusing to let me sleep. I couldn't stop thinking of my wife sucking some other man's cock. The thought of my beautiful wife going down on a complete stranger in a busy public parking lot wouldn't leave my mind, and it was making me horny as Hell. I kept seeing her red lips sliding down a strange hard cock, her lovely head bobbing up and down and she sucked more and more of it into her mouth. I imagined her stroking him as her tongue ran over and around the head, coating his dick with saliva before aiming it between her teeth and engulfing it with her mouth once again. My minds eye just kept seeing her licking, stroking, and sucking another mans cock, and my cock responded by getting rock hard, just as it is now as I write this all down. It wasn't long before I was lying behind her, grinding my hard dick against her ass and gently rubbing and squeezing her tits with my free hand. She awakened as I rubbed her nipples to hardness. "Why are you awake," she asked, "And so worked up?" "Hmm. . . I can't tell you that until we have sex," I replied. "What . . .?" "Don't worry. I'm not trying to coerce you. It's just . . . Well, it's just the sort of thing I can't see myself talking about unless we're having sex." All the while I kept rubbing and pinching her nipples. She, in turn, was beginning to breath heavy and her hips were starting to rock back and forth as if she was trying to fuck someone who wasn't there. I slowly slid my hand down her body, eliciting a low, drawn out "Oooohhh. . ." as my fingers slid across her clit and into her cunt. She reached back and grabbed my cock as her hips moved back and forth, fucking herself on the fingers buried inside of her. After several minutes of us masturbating each other, I moved over her and slowly pushed my cock into her dripping wet pussy. I watched her face. Her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent "O" as I slowly slid myself all the way into her and slowly all the way back out until the head of my dick was resting right at the opening of her womanhood. And uncontrollable exclamation of pleasure escaping her lips as I suddenly shove my cock all the way back into her cunt. As I picked up a continuous fucking motion, I started talking. "I woke up because I can't stop thinking about you sucking that guy's cock." "Lee," she started. "You promised . . ." "Wait," I interrupted. "You don't understand. I'm not angry. The thought of it turns me on." "What?!" This was obviously a shock to her, so I continued explaining as I continued fucking. "This probably sounds weird to you, but the whole 'naughty wife' thing has been a secret fantasy of mine for a long time. It's a turn on to think of a married woman fucking other men. With her husband's knowledge and consent of course." I stopped taking for a minute and concentrated on fucking her sweet pussy, giving her time to absorb what I had said. She wasn't screaming that I was a pervert, so I continued. "I think it would be hot if you fucked other men." "Why would you want that?" "I don't know why. All I know is that I do. I want you to fuck other men and then come home and tell me about it." "But why? This is weird." Her mouth was expressing doubt, but her body was saying something different as her hips quickly and repeatedly rose to meet mine. Whatever she felt about I was saying, it wasn't detracting from the pleasure she was receiving from having my cock moving inside her. "I told you, I don't know why. I'm not a therapist. It just turns me on. I want you to fuck other men and tell me about it while I fuck you." "Mmmm. . ." she moaned. I slid down to bury my face in her pussy. She grabbed the back of my head as I ran my tongue along her engorged and slick pussy lips. I sucked directly on her clit, causing her to moan and writhe and then I pulled away. "I want you to tell me how you sucked their cocks, while you suck my cock," I said. "Oooh. . ." "I want to hear about how they ate your pussy while I eat your pussy." "Oooohhh!" "I want you tell me how their cocks tasted, how their cum tasted." "Hnnn!" I moved back up and kissed her, my face covered with her cunt juice, as I slid back into her. "Does that turn you on?" I asked. A slight smile touched the corner of her mouth. "A little." "Does it sound like something you would like to do?" "Maybe." That was a much more positive answer than I had ever expected so I left it at that momentarily as I increased the pace of our lovemaking. For the next few minutes we said nothing as we fucked furiously; hands grasping, mouths kissing, tongues entwined. My hands on her tits massaging her nipples, her hands on my ass pulling me in harder as multiple orgasms washed over her. Her cum virtually poured out of her, turning our bed into a soaking wet tribute to our sex. At the last minute I pulled out and moved up to place my cock into her mouth, dripping with her cum as well as the beginnings of my own orgasm. Greedily she sucked my spurting cock into her mouth as I screamed with exquisite pleasure. Eventually I collapsed after dumping what felt like a gallon of cum into her mouth and down her throat. For some minutes we just lay there recovering. Wonderfully exhausted, I watched her from the corner of my eye and I could see a wide smile stretch across her face. "Would it bother you if it was someone I already know?" she asked. Lacey's Story Ch. 03 Chapter 3 Lacey and Ben at the Hotel The gravity of what Lacey was asking was not lost on me. My wife was asking my permission to fuck Ben, her ex-boyfriend, and the man who was unintentionally responsible for the current turn of events. I was uncomfortable with this as I was still not fully aware of how she truly felt about him and besides, even if she had no romantic feelings for him, they did have a history together and that could cause friendship to morph into something else. It was not my intention for my wife to have a regular lover or boyfriend on the side, but rather to give her an outlet for the impulsiveness that she admitted to having. Sometimes she just did what she wanted or felt like doing without thinking of the consequences until later. That was fine with me. I wanted her to have fun and indulge her desires without worrying about ruining her marriage. So as long as I was always kept in the loop on whatever adventures she chose to have everything was okay. Plus, having her fuck around with my approval turned me on. I still wasn't entirely comfortable with Ben, but I knew that was the adventure she wanted to have right now so I agreed that, as long it was just once or at most once in a great while, it would be okay. Not five minutes after we had finished having sex, Lacey was on her cell phone and texting with Ben as I lay right next to her. {Yeah, so Lee wants us to screw. He thinks it's hot} {Hunh?} {Just what I said. It turns him on. Perfect husband-who knew?} {Video for him?} "He wants to know if you want video," she said, turning to me. "No. I don't think I could'nt watch you fucking him because of what you used to mean to each other, but maybe someday if you ever pick up someone else, that would be cool to have video of." She went back to texting. {Not you. He says there's too much history, but a stranger would be okay to vid} {? You and a stranger or me with a stranger?} Doing my best to read over her shoulder, I gave my opinion on this. "Why would I want to see him with a stranger?" {Me. He doesn't want to see you with a stranger} {Yeah right, he is secretly plotting to have me whacked.} {No, he says he's wanted this for a long time. He wants me to be a dirty whore.} {I have a camera, we can go scout someone for you . . . But you have to help me pick someone up too then, tit for tat you know. And by a long time, you mean the video or having me killed?} He didn't seem to be catching on to what my wife was telling him. {Go back to work} she typed. {It can wait. Feeling kinda bored with work right now.} {Well, getting frisky hunh?} {Are you talking about tonight or Friday?} {Leave me alone for now. We'll plan on Friday } {Are you okay?} {Just 2 hours sleep. Got laid already today and taking the kids to a movie now. We'll talk later.} We took the kids out so see a movie just as she had said. The entire day, Lacey was unable to wipe the smile off of her face. I don't know if it was happiness at what was coming between her and Ben, or if she was simply in shock at what I had admitted to wanting her to do but it felt good to see my wife smile. It was something I don't ever recall seeing and it made her look so lovely. Later that night I went out to the store on my own. I wanted my wife to have fun but I wanted her to be safe doing it so I bought her a package of condoms and made her promise to use them whenever she went "out". The next day was Thursday and since Lacey and Ben usually hung out together on Friday nights it was agreed that this Friday would be day of the big event. They had the following conversation via e-mail while I slept. From: Lacey Stevens To: Ben LaPlante Sent: Thursday, July 2, 2009 4:41 PM Subject: plans So the logistics are covered. Lee took that upon himself. This is getting too freaky for even me. Hahaha!!! From: Ben LaPlante To: Lacey Stevens Sent: Thursday, July 2, 2009 5:06:52 PM Subject: RE: plans Logistics?? From: Lacey Stevens To: Ben LaPlante Sent: Thursday, July 2, 2009 5:16 PM Subject: RE: plans Yep. Someone is excited From: Ben LaPlante To: Lacey Stevens Sent: Thursday, July 2, 2009 5:16:52 PM Subject: RE: plans Ok, confused, what the f are you talking about? J, Lee did what? What is getting freaky? From: Lacey Stevens To: Ben LaPlante Sent: Thursday, July 2, 2009 5:19 PM Subject: RE: plans "Protection". Yesterdays crazy text session? You know you can't play coy with me J From: Ben LaPlante To: Lacey Stevens Sent: Thursday, July 2, 2009 5:21:07 PM Subject: RE: plans Are you serious, Lee went and bought you condoms, for tomorrow night, and he told you to go out with me? Now this is getting too freaky for me, you two are starting to scare me, some kind of black mail scenario going on here I think. J From: Lacey Stevens To: Ben LaPlante Sent: Thursday, July 2, 2009 5:33 PM Subject: RE: plans Roll with the punches chicken From: Ben LaPlante To: Lacey Stevens Sent: Thursday, July 2, 2009 6:24:06 PM Subject: RE: plans You still didn't answer me, you were totally serious? He told you to go whore it up? So, we picking guys up for you then? Will have to remember where a good meat market is. From: Lacey Stevens To: Ben LaPlante Sent: Thursday, July 2, 2009 6:42 PM Subject: RE: plans Yes that's true but lets start with you, ok? You know I may be wild but one step at a time - it's been awhile. And let's not refer to me as a whore K? Text only from now on please, going offline. At some point, Lacey came in the bedroom and woke me early for work. She was wearing a burgundy nightgown. "I sent Ben a naughty picture. Sent it to you too, did you get it?" I checked my phone and tell her that I hadn't. "Would you like to see it?" she asked. I told her of course I wanted to see it, and she pulled it up on her phone. The picture was pretty straight forward. She was standing in our bathroom and had used the mirror to take the picture. She was wearing the nightgown that she currently wore, with one difference; the top was pulled aside to reveal her naked tits. As naughty photos go it was only slightly daring but the fact that she had sent it to another man, and that it was presumably the first time she had done so since we had been together, was incredibly exciting to me. It was too bad I had to go to work or I would've fucked the hell out of her right there and then. She did, however, let me read the text conversation she and Ben had had. {in the mood for dirty pics?} she had started. {sending pics? Looks like you sent something the other night but couldn't open it. Also, didn't say you were a whore, said "whoring it up" . . . like I can be an asshole but I am not one. Lol} {haha don't recall sending any, it's a mystery} {well, you brought it up - where they at?} {any requests?} Some time went by with no response from Ben so she apparently decided to give up. {ok then I guess I will go to bed then, bye} {get creative. Sorry, was tied up. lol . . . Don't I wish} {haha I fell asleep waiting 4 a response} This was where she had sent the picture. Unfortunately she had trouble finding an appropriate size for the shot in order to make it go through. {what format are u sending? Can't open it, just thumbnail.} {eyesight going? What could be causing that hmm? Can you see it now?} She sent it again. {lol, no, forward to my e-mail, just still small. And get creative, that was the same one.} {will have to be after 9 then, my son keeps walking in on me. Can u wait? If I fall asleep, catch u tomorrow.} The conversation ended there and I had to go to work. I don't know if they talked more later. When I got home Friday morning, Lacey was up and checking her e-mail. I showed her a picture I had found on the internet and told her she should send it to Ben. The pic was a retro painting of a 1950's secretary coyly adjusting her stockings as her boss looked on from his office. Above the picture were the words "Friday is casual sex day". Lacey didn't say anything, but she smiled and sent the pic. I went to sleep only to be awakened a few hours later. "Wake up sleepy head," my wife smiled at me. "What's up?" "Hopefully you. I want you to fuck me." We had been fucking every day since the separation so her passion was no surprise for me but I had deliberately refrained from making any attempt at sex this morning because of what was going to happen later. "I didn't know if you'd want to do anything this morning," I said. "I don't want to take the edge off of or detract from the pleasure you'll have tonight." "Oh, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Now come fuck me." Our son had crawled into our bed in the middle of the night and was still sleeping so I followed Lacey as she led me into the living room. Standing in the middle of the room we kissed. Her mouth was hot and full of passion. I slid my hand through her hair and, grabbing a handful, I pulled her mouth into mine. Our tongues intertwined and slid over each other as she reach down to stroke my hard cock. After a few minutes of making out, she pushed me across the room and down into the recliner. I slid my ass to the edge of the chair as she knelt on the floor between my legs and devoured my cock with her hot wet mouth. For awhile I was content to watch as her head bobbed up and down in my lap - her beautiful lips sliding down the length of my cock and then back up. Her tongue sliding around the tip before allowing her lips to make the slow trip back down and up again. "You like this?" Lacey asked. "You like the way I'm sucking your cock?" "Oh yes," I replied. "Well don't cum yet. You have more work to do." She said this as her hand continued to stroke my dick and her mouth moved down to suck my balls. She popped first one then the other into her mouth, sucking them and flicking them with her tongue. "Well, I gonna cum soon if you keep that up. So . . .we're fucking now and them you're gonna fuck Ben tonight. Is that why you're so horny this morning?" "Mmm . . .maybe," she mumbled as she went back to sucking me off. "Have you ever swallowed cum from two different men in the same day?" "Yes." I had known some of Lacey's past. I knew that she had never been extremely faithful to her boyfriends. She had even told about times after her and Steve had broken up and she was dating Ben when she had fucked Steve in her living room and then gone straight into her bedroom to fuck Ben. Even so, hearing an admission of such detail turned me on more. "We're not going to worry about that though because you're not going to cum just yet," she said. "Me first." As she said this she stood up and turned around with her back to me and, reaching down to guide my cock into her, she sat down. It felt so good as I slid into my wife's slick hot pussy. Lacey leaned down with her hands just above her knees and quickly bounced her ass up and down, moaning as she fucked herself on my pole. "Oh God," she panted. "You like this?" "Yes." "Mmm. Good. I think we need to christen all the furniture in the house. Follow me." With that she abruptly stood up and my manhood came out of her with a "plop" and slapped against my stomach, slick and glistening with her abundant juices. Lacey walked across the room to the couch in front of our big picture window. "Come here, and fuck me on the couch." What followed was somewhat of a role reversal from our experience on the chair as Lacey laid back with her ass right at edge of the couch and I knelt between her legs. I buried my face in lap and enjoyed the texture, aroma, and flavor of her slippery pussy until she was moaning and humping against my face. I reveled in her pleasure but didn't want her to cum so soon. Disengaging my mouth from her cunt, I moved up to slide my hard cock into her. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened in a silent moan as I shoved quickly into her. Leaning forward we kissed as I fucked her slowly then, kneeling upright and grabbing her hips, faster and faster. Her hips jumped up to meet mine with every thrust and I alternated between pinching her nipples and leaning forward to suck and bite them. Her hips moved faster and her moans came quicker and louder until suddenly all sound and movement stopped. Her hands grasped at my hips. Her eyes closed tightly and her mouth came open silently. In the early morning light streaming from the window above us, my wife orgasm overtook her - her cum spraying forcefully out of her to soak both me and our couch. "Was that good for you?" I asked as I stood and pulled her to a sitting position, my hard and slippery cock pointing at her face. "What do you think? Look at the couch! We're gonna hafta clean like crazy to get all that cum out of it!" "Speaking of cum . . ." I said as I pulled her head closer to me. "Hmm, maybe you shouldn't cum today. I don't wanna take the edge off of your fun." She smiled up at me as my dick rubbed against her cheek. "Don't worry, I think I'll have plenty of fun. Go ahead and take my edge off. And speaking of taking things, get over here and take your first load of cum for the day." She smiled up at me as she took me in and slid her mouth up and down until being rewarded with several shots of warm sticky cum down her throat. After this I went back to sleep for the day and Lacey went about the rest of her day. I don't know what she was thinking or how much suspense she felt as the time ticked away bringing her first approved extra-marital adventure closer and closer, but I know how nervous she appeared when I woke up. I awoke about seven P.M. to find her finishing up her preparations for the night. She was wearing tight jeans and a pink sleeveless top. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her makeup impeccable. She looked gorgeous. She was trying to put on peace sign bracelets on each wrist with no success so she came over and asked for my help. After attaching the clasps on her bracelets, I helped with other small details: checking her makeup, answering questions about her clothes, helping to straighten a bra strap that had become twisted. "God," she laughed self-consciously. "I feel like I'm being sent out on a date!" "Well, that's kind of what's happening," I said. "I've been thinking, do you think you could do me a little favor?" "What?" A slight amount of apprehension entering her voice. "I know I told you that I don't want any video - and I don't - but it would be okay if you took some pictures." "Really." "Yeah. Nothing showing Ben's face or anything that would remind me of who it is that you're with, but if you could get a few shots of you sucking his dick, or with his cum in your mouth, that would be very hot." "We'll see." Next I reached into a dresser drawer and brought to small, square plastic packages for her. She stared at me a moment after I handed her the condoms. "Two? That's all I get?" "How many do you think you'll need for one night?" "I don't know, but you realize Ben's marriage has been on the rocks for quite awhile. He hasn't gotten any real female attention for, like, four years." "In that case, two will probably be plenty." She looked skeptical but accepted the two rubbers with no further discussion. Of course, as I later found out, she came back later in the night and grabbed two more. I kissed my wife on the lips and told her to have fun, then sent her out the door to go fuck another man. That night at work, I was feeling sensation that I'd never felt before; a little jealousy, suspense, and restless ness. It felt as though my blood was on fire, my every nerve sending strange impulses to my brain as I waited impatiently for the night to be over so I could see my wife again and hear all about her night. I could think of nothing else. I wondered what they were doing right at that exact moment. Were they fucking yet? What was he doing to her? What was she doing to him? The excitement and tension was almost too much to bear. Around midnight Lacey called me. They were still hanging out at the bar and had done nothing yet, but Ben wanted to make this a special night as he was not planning on being around for awhile. She wanted to know if it would be okay with me if they went out of the state for a little gambling. Would it be okay if they made it an all-nighter? I told her it was fine with me as I was going to be at work all night anyway. I got home around 6:30 and lay in bed trying to sleep. No success. The suspense and the raging hard-on I was sporting conspired against me. After tossing and turning for over half an hour, I finally decided to take matters in my own hands and rub one out. Immediately after cumming, the emotions overtook me. Emotions that I had not anticipated but without which, I suppose, I would not be human. I cried uncontrollably. "What have I done?" I thought to myself. "What the hell was I thinking?!" For a few minutes I struggle with pain, fear, and self loathing. I overcame this emotion flood, however, and eventually came to realize that I was horny all over again. Again I was extremely turned on at the thought of my wife fucking another man. Again I couldn't sleep, and I again I had to jerk off to relieve tension. And again I was also overcome with the same emotions, but only for a moment and not as strongly and it didn't take long for me to realize that those feelings were something I needed to experience in order to understand the true depths of my love for my wife. Even so, I also realized that this was something that I was enjoying and I was perfectly willing to allow her to do this as often and for as long as she wanted. It would be entirely up to her but I would certainly enjoy it almost as much as her. Time was slowly creeping away and I still couldn't sleep. It was now almost nine o'clock. "Shit," I thought. "They are at a hotel out of state. They spent all night fucking and probably won't even be waking up until at least eleven. Then four or five hours drive to get home. I wont be seeing her until mid afternoon at the earliest." So I decided to take a couple sleeping pills so I wouldn't be totally useless when she got home. I took the pills at nine and, of course, she walked in the room shortly after ten. "How are you doing?", she asked. "Tired. How about you?" "I'm okay. You ready to hear about my night?" "Actually, we can wait until later if you want. I already jerked off twice and I just took some sleeping pills so I'm really not quite with it right now." "That's okay. I'm tired. I'm also sore - fucking you every day, and then yesterday and last night - I need to recover." "Cool. After we wake up then." She stood next to the bed and placed her hand on by chest. "Would it upset you if I didn't want to do this again?" "No, it's all up to you. As far as I'm concerned I've already lived out my fantasy." "That's good. It was fun, but I don't like the way I felt afterwards. I just kept thinking about you and the kids all the way home. I don't want to be with anyone but you from now on." "That's fine." I placed my hand over hers. "We'll talk about it later and chalk it up to a fantasy realized." We both slept until mid-afternoon and then lay awake next to each other for awhile. "Okay," I started. "What did you two do?" "Well, first of all, we didn't end up going into Illinois like we planned. We hung at the bar until about one A.M. so we just ended getting a room in St Louis." As she started talking, she reached over to grab my once again throbbing hard cock. "Oh my," she exclaimed. "This does turn you on, doesn't it?" "Yes it does, but you need to be fucking me while you tell me this, remember?" Lacey's Story Ch. 03 With this little reminder she moved over me and, as we both sleep naked, was soon positioning by dick at the opening to her hot cunt. Judging by how easily I slid into her I had to assume that this was turning her on a little too. She continued her narrative as she started riding my cock. "He spent the whole night telling me that this was just sex, not emotion. He kept saying it over and over, trying to ensure that I understood. He just didn't want to hurt me, but he didn't realize there was nothing to hurt. It was getting annoying, really. Even after we got the room he kept saying it. Finally I just said 'shut up and fuck me!'." "That's hot!" I exclaimed. Her hips rose and fell, my dick sliding in and out of her pussy. I never believed I'd be fucking my wife and listening to her tell me about how she had just fucked someone else. And I was loving it! "Okay, so we had gotten a hot tub suite - you know how I love hot tubs! Anyway, I lay on the bed and he started eating me out. He was really getting into it, thinking he was the best, but it wasn't doing anything for me. I mean, I was feeling nothing so I had to make him stop. I just said 'that's not what I want from you, get up here.' so he fucked me for awhile in then bed and then we moved to the hot tub and fucked there for awhile. All together about two hours or so, and then talked awhile and went to sleep." Clearly storytelling was not my wife's strong suit as I wasn't getting a lot of the details that I had hoped for, but even just hearing the broad strokes was incredibly exciting. "Oh, by the way, we got some dick sucking pictures for you," she said as she rolled over and pulled me on top of her. "Oh cool. Where are they? On your phone?" "No, they're on Ben's phone. I'll have to have him e-mail them to you. If you still want them that is." I assured her that I did and she promised to have Ben send them to me. "Was that it?" I asked. "No. We slept for a little bit then we got up and went into the hot tub to fuck again. It didn't take long before the water got too hot, so we moved back to the bed and fucked some more there." Just like I was fucking her in our bed at that exact moment. "How long did that time last?" "Probably about two hours again." "So you two fucked for a total of four hours?" "Yep." "Wow. No wonder you were tired." I pulled out of her and moved down to eat her pussy. "Oh yeah, he licked my ass." "Really? You used to love that. How was it?" "It was nice." Her hips hunched against my face, rubbing against me. Normally this would make it difficult for me to keep my tongue on her clit but I noticed that that little bud wasn't nearly as little as it always had been. Her clit was hard and swollen and sticking out from the top of her pussy like a tiny cock. I had never seen of felt her clit so engorged. It would appear that she was more excited than I had ever seen her. "So where did he cum? Did you swallow it?" "He didn't cum. He definitely enjoyed himself, but he doesn't always need to cum. I think he just liked getting a little attention for once." Just like I was giving her clit some attention. In it's current state, it was very easy for me to pull it into my mouth and suck on it, moving my lips back and forth just like I was giving her a blowjob. By the way her hips were rocking violently back and forth, I would guess she enjoyed it. Lacey's Story Ch. 04 Chapter 4 Lacey's Car Ride It took a couple of days but eventually I received an e-mail from Ben containing the pictures he had taken of my wife at the hotel that night. My hands were shaking with anticipation and my dick was threatening to burst through my pants as I opened the e-mail to see two very sexy photos. The first shot was of Lacey laying completely alone on the hotel bed. With one hand behind her head, she wore a smile on her face and absolutely nothing else. It was clear that Ben had taken the picture from the foot of the bed so as to fit all of her beautiful and gloriously naked body in the shot, her tits and freshly shaven pussy clearly on display. This was the height of excitement; a nude picture of my wife taken by another man for the purpose of sending it back to me. I was in heaven, and the next shot was even better. As I opened the second picture I felt the strong urge to free my hard cock from my pants and start jerking off right then and there. The picture was taken from Ben's point of view and focused on his own crotch as he lay on the bed. Lacey's face in profile dominated the shot and her hair was brushed around to the other side of her head to prevent it from obstructing the view. She had her right hand wrapped around the base of Ben's shaft and cupping his balls and, as promised, his dick was in her mouth. I can't explain the thrill I felt. Here I was sitting at my computer and stroking myself as I stared, for the first time, at a picture of my wife's lips wrapped tightly around another mans hard cock. I don't know how long I sat there staring at that picture before I made myself cum, nor can I recall how many times I've repeated that behavior but believe me it's been often. Later Lacey asked me if I had enjoyed the photos and I responded with an enthusiastic "Yes!" "Hmm, there was video, too," she said. "But I erased it." "Why did you do that?" I asked "Because you said you didn't want video." She had a point, but it seems that my opinion of that was changing. Was I disappointed? Would I make the same mistake if the opportunity ever presented itself again? Anyway . . . The week progressed with Lacey and I having sex every day, and before long Friday rolled around again. Ben called to see if my wife wanted to hang out again and she accepted although since she had already decided that she didn't want to continue her newfound sexual freedom, she assured me that they would just hang at the bar for awhile and then she would be right home. I kissed my wife goodbye as she left to meet Ben at the bar and then I walked to work. I doubted her resolve, however, and felt there was a good chance that something my happen tonight between her and Ben and to be honest I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about that. Remember I said it was one thing for a woman to be naughty with her husbands knowledge and consent but something else entirely if she was playing behind his back? Well, that's kind of how I saw this night. Of course I still wanted her to be my naughty little slut wife, but if she did anything tonight after telling me that she didn't like the way it made her feel and that she only wanted to be with me from now on. . . well, that was kind of a betrayal. As the night wore on with no calls or texts from Lacey, I grew more and more certain that something was going to happen, if it wasn't already and I decided to make it possible for her to avoid committing this small act of betrayal by giving her the opportunity to tell me in advance that that she was feeling horny and was going to act on those feelings. My plan was to open up the lines of communication via text in the hopes that she would either ask for permission to be naughty or just flat out tell me that she was going to fuck Ben right then and there. The first time I texted, they were still at the bar and she gave no indication that anything was happening or that she had any desire for anything to happen. We chit-chatted for awhile and I let her go. I left her alone for about an hour and texted again. This time she was much less talkative. Nearly all of my texts received mono-syllabic responses. 'Yes', 'no', 'yep'; this was all she was saying. It seemed something else was occupying her time. Now I felt certain that she was being a naughty little slut and wasn't going to tell me about it so I continued to text just to cock-block. At first I was doing this because I was upset about the secrecy but after awhile it started to seem like a fun little game. I would give what I felt was just enough time for them to start something and then I would text. After doing this for about a half hour I decided that I was okay with what was (probably) going on after all and decided to leave them alone to have their fun. I spent the rest of the night at work wondering what was going on and if my wife would tell me about it. Lacey showed up shortly before six o'clock to pick me up from work. She hadn't been home yet. After I climbed into the car, she looked at me and asked "So do you want to hear about what I did last night?" "I don't know, did you do anything I'd want to hear about?" "I think so. A little bit." "I thought you said you didn't want to do those things anymore?" "I know, but one thing just kind of led to another. I didn't feel so bad afterwards this time but I wasn't sure how you'd take it since I said I wasn't going to do anything." "Well, I'm a little upset but lets wait until we get home. Once we're in bed you can tell me about your night and we'll see how we both feel." After we arrived home and climbed into bed I starting kissing and caressing my wife. My left hand wandered all over her wonderful naked body and finally came to rest between her thighs to find her pussy already dripping wet, her clit rock-hard. I've mentioned before that it was an entirely new experience for her clitoris to become so engorged and ultra-hard but it would become a natural condition for the next several months as she continued experimenting as a slut wife. Since she was obviously ready for me, I wasted no time sliding my cock into her. "So," I asked, "what made you change your mind about being naughty last night?" "I don't know, really. He just tells me to do things and I do them." "Oh really? And what did he tell you to do?" "Well we stayed at the bar until closing and then I was giving him a lift home when he started getting a little frisky. We were just talking but he had his hand on my thigh, just sort of rubbing back and forth, and every once in awhile his hand would brush against my pussy." "Did you tell him you're not that kind of lady?" I asked as I slowly and deliberately pushed my cock all the way into her, eliciting a low moan. "No. He knows me better than that. So, we were talking and I ended up driving past his road. I just kept driving until we got to a spot where the road we were on was little used, and parked." Slowly, I pulled my cock all the way out and then all the way back in, grinding against her clit on the in stroke, repeating until she was gushing cum all over me. Then I went down and started sucking on her swollen clit. "Oh yeah," she said. "Keep doing that! Anyway, Ben and I were talking and we just started making out. Before long, we got out of the car . . .he bent me over the hood and started fucking me from behind . . .right there beside the road." I lifted my head at that. "Beside the road? Did anyone drive by?" "No," she replied as I went back to licking her pussy. "It's a little dirt road in the middle of nowhere no one has any reason to use it that late at night. So, we were having fun fucking like that but there were too many mosquitoes out and they were all biting my ass, so we got back in the passenger seat." Her breathing was heavy and her hips were fucking my face with a vengeance as I attacked her clit with my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head, forcing my face down into her cunt, as she continued to ride my face. She was humping against my face so violently that it was near impossible to keep my mouth on target and her pussy slid all over my face, coating me from chin to nose with her juices. Lacey let out a loud moan as she finally reached orgasm and sprayed her cum all over my face. After she calmed down I asked what happened next with her and Ben. I rolled onto my back and listened to her story as she lay her head on my stomach and stroked my cock. Every so often she would pause to take me into her mouth. The sensation of receiving a blow job from my wife while she told me about how she had fucked another may the night before was amazing. "Well, we put the passenger seat back and I rode his cock until I came. I came a lot. It coated his cock and ran down his balls to drench the seat. After that we tried a few different positions. I sat in the seat with him on top, then we tried doing it doggy style across the center console with my hands in the drivers seat." "How did that go?" I asked as she sucked on my pole. I had to wait as she slid her mouth up and down my dick a few times, but I didn't mind. When she had my cock sufficiently lubricated with her saliva, she went back to stroking me with her hand and continued her story. "It was difficult to do anything in those positions so I ended up just sitting in the drivers seat and leaning over the console and giving him a blow job. I sucked his cock until he came. I just stayed right there and let him cum right into my mouth. I wasn't in the mood to swallow, though, so I had to spit it out but he didn't mind." As she said this my dick started to jerk in her hand and I came all over my stomach. Lacey watched as spurt after spurt of cum shot out of my cock to land right in front of her face. It ran down my shaft to coat her hand as she continued to stroke until she had milked everything she could out of my balls. "So," I said as I regained control of my senses. "Does this mean you don't feel bad about what your doing any more? Are you gonna keep fucking other men?" "Hmm . . .I'm starting to get into it a little and I don't feel quite as bad as last time. I think I'll keep doing it because it feels good." Lacey's Story Ch. 05 Chapter 5 Lacey from Behind "So Ben wants to meet you," my wife said one day. "What? Why would he want to meet me?" I asked. "Well, I talk to him about you and he thinks you'd be a fun person to hang out with." "Really, and what do you think? Aren't you worried that if the three of us hang out, we'll try to talk you into fucking both of us together?" "No, because that's not going to happen. You know I have no interest in a threesome. Why would I want to have to try and please two men at the same time? It just seems so tedious and pointless. No, I just think you two would really get along well and you both need more friends." She had a point. I really hadn't made any new friends in quite some time and had somehow grown apart from the ones that I did have. I had no one to talk to aside from my wife and apparently Ben was in the same boat. He works way too much to have many personal contacts and since his wife had openly admitted her hatred of him divorce was on the horizon so he didn't even have that companionship. Oh, and as for the threesome thing, she had a point there too. In the years that we had been together she had voiced her opinion on that subject many times. I had never tried to talk her into it, but had joked around and even asked her if it might be one of her hidden fantasies. No dice. She plainly and honestly told me that the thought of it held no fascination for her and that it was something she would never even consider trying. Of course, in the past couple of weeks, she had done a few things that she would never have considered doing. "Okay," I gave in. "I guess it's just the polite thing to do meeting the man who's fucking my wife. When will we be going out?" "Probably sometime this week. Let me get a hold of him and find out." Lacey went and made arrangements for the two of us to meet up with Ben on Tuesday night at the bar they usually go to. When we got there, I was a little surprised by what I found. Remember, this was the first time I had ever even seen Ben and he wasn't quite what I'd expected. Slim, an inch or two taller than me, somewhat plain looking with a scruffy beard. I guess he wasn't a bad looking guy, just average. I had envisioned someone with a little more overt sex appeal. Why else would my wife be so eager to fuck him? Even while the night was still young, and I was well into my second Long Island Iced Tea, I started to realize what may have been some of his appeal. He was never at a loss for words. He talked about everything, to everyone, and was quite animated while doing so. It must be fun for Lacey to hang out with someone so outgoing as I am usually very reserved. The next thing I started to realize is that a lot of the regulars at the bar certainly must know, or at least suspect, that Ben was fucking my wife. What made me think this was the look on her face. She was wearing a slight smile that was at once both knowing and wistful, but it was the look in her eyes that said it all. Her eyes were wide and intense as she watched Ben, the eyes of a starving woman looking at a steak that she can't wait to dive into. Her thoughts couldn't have been more obvious if she'd been holding a neon sign saying "I want to fuck this man!" How could anyone see these two come in every Friday, her with that look in her eyes, and watch them leave together without knowing what they were going off to do? As I have a tendency not to talk much when I'm first getting to know someone, I just sat and absorbed the situation until we went to grab a bite to eat and then on to another bar. At this bar I ended up having a few more Long Island's and a cranberry and vodka. "So," Ben said. "Are you ok with all of this?" "You mean with you fucking my wife?" I replied. "Certainly. As long as she comes home to me I'm fine with it." "I just want to make sure," he continued. "I mean I've done a lot of crazy shit, but having a guy actually tell me that he want's me to get with his woman is a new one for me. I mean, I have her side of the story and I guess I just wanted to hear it from you." "I told you." Lacey offered. "It turns him on." "So what do you do when she's out with me?" he asked. "I just wait for her to get home so I can fuck her myself." By now the alcohol was causing both Ben and myself to lose control of the how loud we were speaking and it's almost certain that people were overhearing us. In fact, Lacey was sure of it. She pointed out that a small group of people at the bar near our table had grown suspiciously quite as our conversation wore on, and that she was sure she had seen a smile on the face of our waitress. "She's free to do whatever she wants," I continued, "as long as she tells me all about it while she's fucking me." A smile came to Ben's face and Lacey buried her face in her arms as we continued talking. She was obviously becoming embarrassed, but she was also laughing and smiling. She was enjoying the attention. "Well just to let you know, I'm gonna keep doing her as long as she still wants it." "Fine by me." I said. "If it makes her happy, it makes me happy." "Oh my God," Lacey laughed. "What have I gotten myself into?" She buried her face back in her arms, still with a huge smile on her face. "How do you feel about her fucking other people?" Ben continued. "Maybe some women? I've got some plans that I want to talk to you about." "Hey, I'm ok with all that." "Yeah, dream on you two," Lacey interrupted. "THAT'S not gonna happen." Ben changed the subject but gave me a knowing smile, "Does she let you fuck her in the ass?" "No," I replied, somewhat concerned about what he may now tell me. Was my wife giving HIM access to her rear entrance while still denying it to me? "She apparently used to really enjoy that but had a surgery before we met that made it somehow feel weird for her." "Yeah," he said. "She doesn't let me do that either." "That may change," I offered. "She did let me fuck her in the ass once recently. Just a few weeks before you two started getting together. Kind of by accident actually." "Oh. So you're the one who made her sore," Ben laughed. We continued to talk and Lacey continued to laugh nervously and shake her head, but my mind drifted back to the one time I had actually fuck my wife's sweet ass for more than just a few minutes. We had been lying in bed, me behind with my hand squeezing her tits, when I started getting hard. I continued kneading her breasts as I kissed her neck and pressed my hard cock against her. Her breathing became deep and her hips starting moving as if of their own volition when I decided I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have her. Removing my hand from her left breast, I reached down and lifted her leg into the air for a rear entry attempt. Shifting my position on the bed, I grabbed my dick and rubbed it down the crease of her ass until I found the opening to her hot pussy. Rubbing the head of dick a few times, I slowly started to push into her. She wasn't extremely wet as we hadn't been fooling around for very long but pushed slowly and entered her with relative ease. I slowly started sliding in and out of her, building up momentum as she relaxed and the going became easier. Before long I was fucking her at a fairly good pace and she was moaning and pushing back against me with each thrust. "Uuhhh, yes. . ." she moaned as she pushed her hips back, impaling herself on my cock. She was enjoying herself and I was marveling at the feelings this position was creating. I could feel the cheeks of her ass pressed tight against my lower abdomen as I continued fucking her sweet pussy. If you've ever seen a photo or ad in a magazine, porno or otherwise, of some tiny little 20-something girl backed up against some equally young and tight gentleman, no doubt you've imagined what it would feel to have that tight hot little ass pressed against you and that's exactly how my wife felt to me at that moment. I was experience the feeling of her wonderful posterior mounds in a way that I never had before and it was driving me wild. It wasn't long before I started to feel the need to cum. Now, I take it as a point of personal pride that my wife always cums before me at least once but I didn't think I could wait for her to get there this time so I decided to help her orgasm along with a little manual manipulation. I wrapped my arm around her and reached down to rub her clit while I continued fucking in and out of her cunt. The sensation of having me fuck her and caress her love button was having the desired effect on her as her hips starting fucking back and forth against me faster and harder. Her wild movements caused my hand to momentarily slip off target and my fingers slid suddenly up into her. "Wait a minute . . .," I thought. "If my fingers are in her pussy, where is my cock?" I suddenly realized that I had never been in her pussy at all. I had been fucking her in the ass the whole time! What was even more amazing is that she obviously knew what was happening the whole time even if I hadn't and not only had she not tried to stop me - she was enjoying it! She was definitely getting off on it and soon noticed that I had slowed down slightly while puzzling all of this out. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing." "Good, then don't stop fucking me." And I did just that. I continued truly fucking my wife in the ass for the first time as I quickly fucked my fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. I slid my fingers as far into her as possible from the current position desperately trying to reach her g-spot, the flat of my thumb sliding back and forth across her erect clit the whole time. "Ughh. . .yeah. . .," she whispered. "That's it. Fuck me! Finger me! Oh god. I'm cumming. I'm cumming!!" This last word drawn out for what seemed like forever as a stream of her hot cum sprayed over my hand and all over her leg. It wasn't long before I reciprocated by shooting my own cum deep in her ass. I slowly returned to the present as Lacey indicated that it was time to leave the bar. Apparently she believed that Ben and I had become too loud and obnoxious and needed to go to our respective homes and sleep it off, so we dropped Ben off at his house and then we went home and did exactly that. Yes, we dropped Ben off and then went home to sleep - remember, my wife wasn't into threesomes. At least, not yet she wasn't. Lacey's Story Ch. 06 Another Friday afternoon had rolled around and I was sleeping after having worked third shift the night before. My slumber was interrupted, however when Lacey came into the room, pulled the covers off of me, and started sucking my cock. I need this kind of interruption more often. "What's going on?", I asked as I stared at the top of her head slowly bobbing up and down. She slowly slid her mouth all the way to the top of my now glistening member. Her cheeks were concave with the vacuum-like pressure and her lips came off of me with a slight 'pop'. "You're getting your dick sucked," was her response. "Oh is that what it is?" I joked. "What's the occasion?" She had returned her mouth to my penis, quickly licking the tip as she stroked it with her hand. "Just shut up and enjoy it!" Well, you don't have to tell me twice. Not very often anyway, and certainly not at a time like this. Okay, so I lied a little bit; I did enjoy it, but I didn't entirely shut up. "Are you trying to wake me up so I'll fuck you?" "Mmm. . ." she mumbled while wiping saliva from her lips. "That's not gonna happen. I got my period today." In all the years that we'd been together she had always refused to have sex during her period, but with her slightly selfish ways she had rarely ever sucked me off without expecting something in return, either, and I was confused. "So you're still doing this even though I can't do anything for you?" Now she slid her right hand under my balls and wrapped it around the base of my shaft, squeezing slightly as she took me deep in her mouth. "I'm horny and I just want to suck your cock." All right, now I shut up and she continued bobbing up and down on me, bringing me to the edge of orgasm before pulling me out and rubbing my cock across her lips. Then her tongue was on me once again, licking under the edge of my dickhead before rolling over the tip. She bent down lower to suck first one of my balls gently into her mouth, followed shortly by the other. The suction that she applied to my nuts was intoxicating. This continued for some time before she spoke again. "You know, we could go in the shower," biting her lip and with an gleam in her eye as she said this. "There wouldn't be any mess in there." "You want me to fuck you in the shower?" "Mmm hmm." We spent maybe twenty minutes in the shower with her pressed up against the wall and me fucking her from behind before we decided to go back to the bed. Throwing a towel down, she bent over the edge of the bed. "Fuck me from behind," she said. "Spank my ass!" Stepping up behind that inviting target, I slowly rubbed my cock up and down across her pussy before forcefully shoving it all the way in. "Oooh!" she moaned as I remained perfectly still deep inside her. I let several seconds go by without moving and then just started rocking side to side a little, exerting pressure against the walls of her hot wet cunt. This elicited small whimpering noises from her which escalated to a full out moan of pleasure as I grabbed her hips and ground hard against her, forcing my cock even deeper into her. After several seconds of pushing as deep as I possibly could, I slapped her right ass cheek hard and immediately began fucking her hard and fast. "Oh yes, that's it, fuck me!" she yelled. "Oh god. Oh YES! Oh, FUCK ME!" Lacey buried her face in our pillows as I pistoned in and out of her. I could hear a muffled moan escaper her lips every time my hand slapped down against her ass. I spanked her left ass cheek - SMACK! "Uhh," she moaned. Right. SMACK! "Oh, yeah, like that." Left. SMACK! SMACK! "Oh God, yes" Suddenly, I pulled out and flipped her over onto her back. Still standing at the edge of the bed, I threw her legs up in the air and wrapped my hands around her thighs. Sticking my dick back inside of her, I began slamming my hips forward while at the same time using my arms to pull her toward me. The room was alive with the music of our fucking. The bed sliding back and forth across the floor. Our bodies slamming together. My balls slapping against her ass. Her moaning and encouraging me. "Ohhh! Mmmm! Yes! Fuck me just like that! Fuck me!" And finally me talking to her like the amazing slut wife she was quickly becoming. "You like that? Like that cock in your pussy?" "Yes." "Do you like the way I'm fucking you?" "Yesss." "You gonna cum all over my hard cock?" "All over your cock! All over the bed!" "Do you wish Ben was here so he could fuck you after I'm done?" "Fuck, yes!" "Do you love cumming all over his cock while I'm home waiting for you?" "Yes! Yess! Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" "Do it! Tell me what a slut you are while you cum for me!" "Ohh, FUCK! I'm a fucking slut! I love fucking other men! Love being your little slut wife! Ohh! Fuck! I'm cumming! Cumming! Ohhh! Ohhh . . ." I pulled out and shot my load all over her stomach and pussy as her hips continued to buck through the aftershocks of her tremendous orgasm. Later I went to work and Lacey was out with Ben. The possibility of activity for her was still in question, not only because of her period, but because we had to leave early Saturday to go up North for my twentieth high school reunion. Clearly, I hadn't expected Lacey to be out all night but when she arrived to pick me up from work in the morning, it was clear that she hadn't been home yet. While I was worried for our plans for the day, she assured me that she would be good to go after a few hours sleep. True to her word, after about three hours sleep she was up and we were on our way up North. Lacey was driving. "So," I asked. "Was Ben upset that you were on the rag last night?" "No. He doesn't care about stuff like that. He fucked me anyway." "Really? What happened?" "There's not much to tell. We went to a party at his friend Eric's house. By the time the party broke up, it was, like, two in the morning. Everyone else left but we decided to just stay." "So, Eric has a spare room?" "I don't know. After Eric went to bed, Ben fucked me on the living room couch." "So Eric must have known what was going on?" "I'm sure he did." "He probably didn't really go to bed. He was probably standing around the corner watching you." "Maybe. I wouldn't put it past him." "That thought doesn't bother you?" "Not really. If that's how he wants to get his rocks off, more power to him." "What if he tried to join in?" "Yeah that so wouldn't go over! He's not even my type! Besides I'm not gonna fuck two guys at the same time, it would be too much work. How would I have any fun with that?" Ah, the perfect opening to tell her my recent thoughts on THAT subject. "I don't know. I think you might like it if you tried. And you know Ben and I are determined to make it happen, so you might as well save yourself some time and just give in to the inevitable." "Yeah, you two can dream on. I seriously have no interest in that. It's never gonna happen." "I'm not so sure. Remember, I know you and I'm sure there are certain situations where it certainly could happen." "Really?" All sarcasm. "I've seen the way you get when you're with Ben. Your whole body, the look on your face, just screams lust." "Is that so?" "Yes, it is. So, I believe that if the three of us were hanging out together, and you got that way, and one of us guys started fooling around with you, you wouldn't stop us. Then, once you're all worked up and in the middle of everything, if the other one of us joined in, you would let it happen. You would just roll with it." "Well," she said. "Maybe you don't know me as well as you think. Ben certainly is more realistic about this subject. He has much less faith in the possibility of a threesome than you do. As much as he would like for it to happen, he knows that it won't." "It doesn't sound that way from the way he talks." "Yes, he talks a good game, but he knows the truth." "Think of it this way," I persisted. "Do you enjoy the way I fuck you?" "Yes." "Do you enjoy the way Ben fucks you?" "Yes." "Then how could you possibly believe that you wouldn't enjoy having both of us fucking you at the same time?" "Hmmm. . ." Lacey stared thoughtfully at the road and we didn't talk of it again for the rest of the drive. But it wouldn't be the end of that subject. Far from it. After several exhausting hours of Highway driving, we arrived at my mother's house. Since my mother lives in a very small house in the country, and there isn't a lot of spare room, we decided to sleep in a tent in the back yard for the weekend. We sat and chit-chatted for awhile, but as we were both exhausted from lack of sleep and highway hypnosis, we soon excused ourselves to the tent for a little rest. Leaving our shoes outside, we climbed into the tent, stripped down, and quickly slipped off to sleep. After no more than two hours Lacey was slowly awakened by the sensation of my gently licking and sucking her left nipple while rolling the right one between my thumb and forefinger. Her eyes didn't open and she didn't move but I could tell she was awake. Before long her breathing started to come quicker and more shallow. Her lips parted and her hips began to rise and fall, almost casually, with arousal as my ministrations with mouth and hand became slightly less gentle and more demanding. "Go down on me," she whispered. "I thought you were on your period?", I responded. "I haven't bled all day. It's over." "Are you sure?" "Shut up and eat my pussy!" Now, who's gonna argue with that? I quickly switched positions to put my face between her legs. Slipping a finger into her, I inspected her secret garden apprehensively. It appeared she was right about her period being over, at least for now, so I happily buried my face in her pussy. She smiled and moaned with delight as my tongue traced a path along her outer lips up to her clit. Taking her engorged button in my mouth, I sucked and licked it until her hips were grinding demandingly against my face. Lacey placed her hand on the back of my head to force my face harder against her but I had other plans. Abruptly I stopped tongue fucking her. She continued to pull my head down as her hips thrusted up, rubbing her dripping pussy into my face, searching for the tongue that had recently been delivering so much pleasure. I did nothing until the rise and fall of her hips started to slow, then I moved up and drove my cock into her in one quick thrust. Her mouth opened, her eyes rolled back, and her hands reached around to grab my ass and pull me in deeper. "Oh yes, fuck me. . ." she moaned. "I think I am." "Then don't fucking stop!" Continuing to fuck into her hot pussy, I placed my mouth next to her ear and whispered. "Do you really not think you'd like being fucked by me and Ben at the same time? Both of us focusing on your pleasure? Making you cum over and over?" "I don't know. . ." "Don't you think it would be fun to have one of us fucking you while you're sucking the other ones cock?" "Possibly . . ." "Wouldn't you like me to fuck you while Ben sucks on your tits? "Maybe . . ." "Would you like to suck Ben's cock while I eat your pussy?" "Probably . . . Oh, uunh!" Probably. Much more positive than maybe or possibly. She was actually starting to think that it may be fun. And with my last question, her hips immediately started bucking wildly and she started moaning repeatedly with lust. It may have just been good timing, but I believe it was actually the thought of me eating her out while she had another man's dick in her mouth that was suddenly pushing her so uncontrollably to orgasm. As her mouth and eyes flew wide open in orgasmic joy and her cum squirted out of her cunt, past the swollen penis thrusting inside of her, it was then that I knew I had her. The rest of the day was nothing out of the ordinary. If you've ever been to a High School Reunion, you know what I mean; we met at a local bar and pretended that we were all incredibly interested in what everyone had been up to and where they were currently in their lives. There was some fun and interesting conversation and one or two old friendships were rekindled and Lacey and I made our exit around midnight. Now, the bar we were at is located near a large lake in the middle of nowhere and we about a half hour drive along dark country roads ahead of us before returning to my mothers house. This, coupled with the fact that it was late at night and the locals were mostly in bed, gave me an idea. Shortly after leaving the bar I pulled off the side of the road and told Lacey to strip as she was going to ride the entire way completely naked. I have to admit that I was pleasantly surprised when she complied as this is the sort of thing that she normally wouldn't do. But, I bring that up merely as a point of interest as we were tired and nothing else happened that night. It may not have been of much interest to you but, believe me, having my wife sitting in the passenger seat of our car completely naked as we drove through the country and then my home town was extremely interesting to me. Nothing may have happened during that drive, but the drive home the next day was another thing entirely. For the ride home Lacey chose to wear an ankle length lacey (no pun intended) loose fitting white dress. She settled into the passenger side, reclined her seat back, and closed her eyes to relax during the two hour drive home. We weren't on the road very long before I started stealing glances at her, thinking how much nicer the view would be if her dress were hiked up a little to show of some thigh. I quickly decided that that would indeed be a very nice thing so I reached up and pulled her skirt up, showing off her shapely thighs and the crotch of her white panties. "Behave yourself," Lacey said as she pulled her dress back down to cover her underwear. "People can see." "Would that be such a bad thing?" I asked. "Yes." Oh well, at least I could still those lovely thighs. Shapely. Smooth. Warm and inviting. Soon my hand was on her leg, gently caressing her inner thigh. I remained somewhat restrained at first but it wasn't long before each upward stroke would end with my hand rubbing slightly against the crotch of her panties. The more I rubbed against her, the more I could feel the warmth radiating from her. Lacey, for her part, kept her eyes closed and gave no indication of being aroused or even awake except that her thighs parted just slightly. I took the invitation gladly and was soon rubbing her pussy through the thin material of her panties. Panties that were quickly becoming more and more wet. When Lacey finally began to squirm in her seat, I slid my hand inside her panties and started caressing her slippery pussy. She made sure that her dress never rose up enough to expose her to other driver's, but there I was driving along a major interstate in broad daylight will finger fucking my sexy wife. Running my palm across her slick pussy lips and then bringing my hand up so I could rub her stiff clit, my ministrations would intensify until she was just on the verge of orgasm before stopping to press my hand tightly against her sex and wait for her to come back down from the brink before starting again. "Mmm, you're a tease!", she said. "Yes, but you love it." "I do. But I want to cum!" "I know, but not now. We have a long drive ahead of us." "You gonna try to keep me on the edge the whole time? It'll never work." "We'll see." And I proceeded to do just that; stroking and teasing her for the entire two hour drive home. Bringing her to the very precipice of pleasure and leaving her there, stranded, waiting for me to start again. Sometimes, when I thought she was too overworked, I would stop and do nothing at all for five to ten minutes. When she would seem to be completely relaxed, I would begin again - sliding my fingers in and out of her damp cunt. That drive was a feast for the senses; the sound of my fingers squelching busily back and forth in her wetness. The smell of her overheated pussy filling the car. I would use my fingers to scoop up as much of her juices as I could before raising them to her mouth to lick clean so she could taste how horny she was becoming. She questioned me, her eyes still shut tight, about why I seemed to slow down on occasion and admonished me not to pull along side other driver's in order to give them a show. I assured her that I wasn't doing that, just adjusting speed due to traffic. In truth, I may have slowed down purposely to stay alongside other vehicles once or twice. Trucks or vans; vehicles that were higher up than us and had a view straight down into the passenger area of our car. My wife remained completely covered but their could be no doubt what was being done to her. Not with my hand under her bunched-up skirt and her pelvis repeatedly lifting and falling in her seat. "Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked her. "Oh yes." "Does it turn you on for me to be playing with your pussy out in the open with all these other people around us?" "God, yes." Her hands gripped the seat and her hips slowly moved up and down with desire. I did keep good on my promise to keep her on the edge of cumming for the entire drive and as I pulled into our driveway she pulled open her door almost before we came to a complete stop. "Finish parking the car," she said. "And get in the bedroom immediately!" I did as instructed to find my wife, already naked, standing just inside the bedroom door. She instantly embraced me, pressing her mouth to mine and fumbling with my belt. "Get undressed and get on the bed," she breathed into my mouth. Again, more than happy to follow instructions, I did exactly that. No sooner had my back hit the mattress then she was throwing a leg across me to straddle my hips and, with one deft motion, she reached down to slide my cock into her overflowing pussy. "You've been a horrible tease!" she admonished as she began to ride my cock. "Really? I thought I did a damn good job of teasing." "Shut up smart ass," she joked. "I'm gonna fuck myself on your cock and you're gonna just lay there and take it!" "Oh? Do I get to enjoy myself too?" "Have all the fun you want, but right now this is about me. I'm gonna cum all over that hard dick of yours!" Her movements became faster and more violent; quickly lifting up until the tip of my penis was just barely inside of her and then slamming herself back down, impaling herself with the full length. Faster and faster she moved until finally fulfilling her promise and cumming all over me. She screamed out her pleasure as her juices poured out of her; all over me, all over the bed. She continued bucking and screaming and squirting until she was completely spent, collapsing on top of me. "Give me a few minutes to recover," she panted. "Then I'll take care of..." And that's when the doorbell rang. "Fuck!", Lacey exclaimed. "That would be mom dropping off the kids. Her and her horrible timing. Sorry hon, if you need to cum now you'll have to take care of yourself." She kissed me, and threw on a robe and dashed out of the room as the bell rang again. Lacey's Story Ch. 07 Chapter 7 Lacey's Party The trip home from my class reunion was interesting, to say the least. Lacey was dressed in a long white cotton dress. Since she had driven up, I was driving on the return trip but my attention was not solely on the road. My wife was sitting with the passenger seat back and her dress hiked up to just below her waist, barely hiding the fact that my hand was busy at work inside her panties. Driving down the highway at nine o'clock in the morning with other drivers all around us was certainly not keeping my sexy wife from enjoying herself. "Does it turn you on," I asked, "getting your pussy fingered with all these other people around us?" "Yes." I continued finger fucking her and every time she was close to cumming, I would stop. I would let her cool down for a few minutes before starting again. "Are you planning to try keeping me on the edge for the entire two hour drive?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. "Yes I am." "No way. You can't keep me on edge for that long without me cumming or rubbing my pussy raw." As it turned out, she was half right. She did cum once or twice but I still kept her on edge and highly excited for the entire trip and her pussy was definitely not rubbed raw. As soon as we got home she dragged me straight to the bedroom, threw me onto the bed and climbed on top of me to fuck my brains out. As luck would have it, though, her mother choose that exact moment to show up at our door and return our children to us. Sex would have to wait. The following week progressed as usual on the home front with our now usual daily sexual activities, but there was drama in Lacey's other sexual relationship. Ben had been invited to a birthday party for a long time friend and wanted my wife to come along as his date. Lacey had also known the birthday boy, Nick, from back in the day and declined the invitation citing the fact that Nick was a biker and the party would not be her sort of crowd. The drama started when Ben said he understood if she didn't want to come and that he had asked someone else to go. "I can't believe he's taking that slut to Nick's party," she fumed. "He only asked her because he wants to get into her pants." "Well, to be fair, that's why he invited you in the first place." "It's different. He's only taking her because he thinks it'll piss me off." "Well it apparently did. Are you angry because he'll be fucking someone else?" "He can fuck anyone he wants, and does, but not that bitch. She always hated me back in school and he's only picking her to get under my skin. Besides, I want to go the party." "What? I thought you said you didn't want to go because it's not your kind of crowd?" "No, Nick's friends aren't my type of people but Nick himself is a friend from way back. He's cool. I only told Ben I didn't want to go so he wouldn't think I would come running every time he called." I couldn't miss the irony: Lacey had declined because she didn't want Ben to think she was at his beck and call. Ben invited someone else to show that he didn't need her at his beck and call. Now she was pissed off, maybe jealous, and about to prove that she WAS at his beck and call. I guess Ben won that little contest. Anyway, Lacey made it known that she may be available to attend the party after all which was fine with Ben as his other piece had bailed at the last minute. Actually, I don't believe the other girl was ever really going anyway. Just another part of the game. Well, needless to say, they came to an agreement and when Friday rolled around again I went off to work while Lacey went off to party and get fucked. Now, Lacey and I had discussed the subject of her spending the entire night with Ben. I wasn't yet entirely comfortable with it. I know that sounds weird - I was very much okay with the two of them fucking each others brains out, but I didn't like the thought of them sleeping together. Actually SLEEPING together. Fucking is fucking but sleeping together seems too intimate, too personal. So Lacey knew that she wasn't supposed to be gone the whole night and I was expecting her to pick me up from work around 6:00 AM. I supposed what happened is somewhat my fault for not listening clearly and for forgetting where the party was located. About 4:30 I got a phone call from Ben. He told me that he had been partying pretty hard but that Lacey had staid away from anything bad but he had pretty much ignored her for most of the night. He asked if it was okay to keep her a little while longer so he could pay some attention to her. Here is where my train of logic got derailed. Thinking, for some reason, that they were in their usual place which is only about a twenty minute drive away I told him that that would be okay. I figured they still had plenty of time to fuck, get cleaned up, have Lacey drop him off at his house, and still pick me up by six. What I forgot is that the party was in a city about and hour away. The conversation with Ben continued. "I've got some questions for you," Ben said. "Do you want Lacey to fuck other people too, or just me?" "I want her to feel free to fuck whoever she wants. I really didn't intend for her to stick to one person for a long time." "Well, I'll keep working on that for you. I'm trying to get her into other people. Maybe even some women, but we'll talk about that later." "You can bring up the subject of a threesome, I think she may almost be ready for that." "I don't know man. I mean, she's your wife and you know her better than I do, but I don't think she'll go for that." "Oh don't be so sure. I had a talk with her recently that leads me to believe that she's starting to think a lot more positively along those lines than she may admit." "Ok. Well, I think it's gonna have to be you and I though. You know, it'll take a while to break her into other people but we'll chat about that. I just wanted to make sure I could abscond with your wife for tonight. Oh, by the way, we just walked into a room and she's blowing me now and filming it for you." "Oh, well that's cool." "'Cause I had to ask you first and I stuck my thumb up and we came in here. So, is that cool?" "Yes." "You sure?" "Absolutely." "All right. We'll talk dude. You are too Fuckin' cool, you have fun tonight." "You too." "Okay, we'll get together later." As you can probably see, I had just given Lacey permission to stay out the rest of the night and not worry about picking me up, but at the time I didn't realize it so when six o'clock rolled around and she was nowhere in sight I was confused. I decided to text her. {R u coming?} {I wish. Asshole took off with some of his friends and left me here. It's like an episode of Jerry Springer here.} {Wait. I thought you guys would've been finished with your fun by now? You haven't done anything yet?} {A little, but nothing for me yet. I'm about to say fuck it and leave his ass here.} {Oh, ok, I guess I'll find my own way home and see you when you get there.} As it turned out, Lacey got home not long after I did. She stumbled into the bedroom and flopped onto the bed, smelling of smoke from a bonfire, cigarettes, and other substances. "God that place was ridiculous!", she said. "Half the people were smoking pot, the other half were doing something else, and they were all loud and obnoxious." "What about you?", I asked. "What did you smoke?" "Nothing." She responded, then expanded as she saw my look of incredulity. "Not that I didn't want to, but those days are way behind me. I was a good girl." A slight grin crossed her face. "Well, relatively speaking, anyway." "So was it fun?" "Hell, no. I told you it was like Jerry Springer out there! The place was all white trash, stoners and biker bitches screaming at each other about who's man belongs to who, and they're gonna kick each others ass, and all that bullshit." "So you didn't have any fun at all? Did you give the birthday boy a present?" "Fuck no! Not if you're implying what I think. I've heard stories about him - apparently he has a dick that would split me in half!" "You could've given him a blowjob at least. I mean, it WAS his birthday." "Nope. Not interested in him. Not my kind of crowd. I did flash him though, and he took a nice picture of my titties to remember me by." "Well, that was nice of you. What about you and Ben? Any time for fun there?" That slight smile reappeared. "A little, but first I have something for you." She handed me her phone and I saw that the video player was active. The image that was frozen on the screen piqued my interest immediately; taking up most of the image area was my wife's face, her eyes looking right into the camera and her mouth forming an "O" with her left hand, wedding ring gleaming, wrapped around a hard cock which was pointed directly at, and about an inch away from that waiting and wanting mouth. With trembling hands I pushed the play button and watched as she stroked her hand up and down on Ben's cock. Apparently she had just taken his dick out of her mouth when the video started as her head moved away and her lips transformed from that "O" into one of the largest and most genuine smiles I have ever seen light up her face. I mean, it was a HUGE smile. All teeth. And the joy glittered in her eyes as well. She was obviously enjoying herself. They were both fully dressed with Ben's dick protruding from his unzipped pants. Lacey's appeared to have closed her eyes but I think she was actually looking at the cock that she was stroking just inches from her face. She looked back up and the camera and asked "What are you doing, video? Ben?" When Ben didn't respond, she lifted her head back up and slid his cock back into her mouth, still stroking it with that married hand. Her cheeks went concave as she sucked that welcome intruder and then she slowly pulled back, sliding her lips all the way to the tip of his dick and off without letting up the suction one bit. When her mouth came off of his dick, her tongue came out to slowly lick the tip. Then Ben started talking and I was filled with a strange sense of déjà vu: I had heard these words before but I had obviously not heard, or seen, everything. "Well..." Ben said and I watched as my wife rolled her glistening wet tongue around the head of his dick and slid her mouth back down to engulf his entire member once again. She slowly moved her head forward taking more of his dick into her mouth until her lips were resting against her own hand, which had never loosened it's grip on the base of Ben's shaft, and her head rocked side to side like a dog worrying a bone. All in slow motion - she wasn't sucking his cock just to get hem off, she was making love to him with her mouth. This was just the prelude, the beginning to everything they had planned for the night. Now she slowly moved her head back and forth a few times, an inch of his penis coming back into view and then being swallowed back up, before withdrawing again all the way to the tip. Her cheeks once sucked in hard as if she were trying to suck a golf ball through the proverbial garden hose. This time, Lacey kept the head of his dick in her sucking mouth for a few moments until Ben starting talking again. " ...I think it's gonna have to be you and I though..." At this, Lacey withdrew completely from Ben's cock and that ear-to-ear grin returned as she continued stroking him. She seemed to say something I couldn't understand. Or perhaps she was laughing. "...it'll take a little while to break her into other people but we'll chat about that. I just wanted to make sure I could abscond with your wife for tonight." Now the camera pulled back a little and I could see that Lacey was apparently laying on a bed while Ben was standing next to her. Her smile faded as she concentrated on stroking this other man's dick while he was on the phone with her husband. As Ben uttered the words 'abscond with you wife', Lacey moved back up and quickly swallowed his dick all way to the base, sucked for a few seconds and then all way back off. She looked back at the camera again, eyes staring into the camera, lips smiling, wedding ring shining as she stroked that cock. "Okay," Ben said in response to something I had uttered. "Ben...", Lacey said, looking back into the camera again. Eyes wide, smile even wider, wedding ring still gliding back and forth on another man's cock as he talked to me on the phone. "Ben...Ben. Tell him what we're...what I'm doing to you." "Oh by the way..." Ben started, and Lacey giggled. "We just walked into a room and she's... Lacey lifts her head again to take his dick in her mouth. Her lips just barely touch the tip as Ben finishes his statement to me. "...blowing me now and filming it for you." At this, Lacey lays her head back on the bed and openly laughs. "Shut up," she mumbles through her gigantic smile, even though it had been her idea for him to tell me. Then, her laughter subsided, she moves back up and takes his entire cock into her mouth. "Cause I had to ask you first and I stuck my thumb up and we came in here." Now my wife appeared to be entirely concentrating on the task at hand, or mouth, as it were. She began bobbing her mouth back and forth on his cock, form base to tip and back again, while those cheeks of hers remained sunken in attesting to the intense vacuum she was creating with her mouth. "You sure?", Ben asked me. "Absolutely? All right. We'll talk dude. Your are too fucking' cool, you have fun tonight." Lacey had taken Ben's dick out of her mouth and was once again lick the head, running her tongue over and around the tip. As Ben made his final statements about my "coolness", she again broke out into that huge beautiful smile but she never stopped licking the head of his dick. Now, let me pause for a minute and say that I know not everyone will agree with me on this - maybe not even most people - but for me, this was a truly beautiful site. I cannot recall anything I have seen in my entire life as amazingly erotic as this image of my beautiful wife smiling from ear-to-ear as she licked another man's cock. Wow. Back to the video. Lacey continued Hoovering Ben's cock as he said his goodbyes to me. There was a click that I believe was the sound of Ben's phone being put down, and he said to Lacey, "You do not have to go home." "Don't I?" she laughed. "Am I on video right now?" "Yes, you are." "You should've warned me," smiling still and still stroking that cock. Ben begins to take off his shirt and the video seems to zoom in on my wife's hand as she continues stroking his cock. I don't know if this zoom-in was intentional or accidental but it is the perfect way for this obscene little film to end; my wife's wedding band and diamond engagement ring tracing streaks of light as her hand slides up and down on her lover's cock. And all of this happening while I was at work and could only imagine what all was taking place. Well, it didn't exactly end there. Lacey swallowed his dick once more, sliding her mouth up and down before releasing his cock with an audible pop before the video ended. "Well, what did you think?", Lacey asked me as she reached for my stiff cock. "That. Was. Hot." I responded. She proceeded to detail the rest of her night as we slowly made love and, truly, this little video was apparently the highlight of the evening. It seems that Ben had been having trouble getting it up earlier in the night and that was why nothing had happened until late into the night. Lacey told me that his dick had gotten hard almost instantly when he called me, though. Apparently, having a married woman sucking you off while you talked to her husband on the phone was a very arousing event. I can understand that. If I had known what was happening from the beginning of the conversation, I would have been hard pressed not to just whip it out and jerk off right there at work. Once again, I understand that there is only a very small portion of the population that would agree with me on this but, my God, talking to a guy on the phone all the while knowing that my wife was sucking his cock? That is hot as fuck! Anyway, this went on for awhile and then they went back to the party. Thereafter followed the incident where Ben left Lacey alone while he went off with some friends. When he came back, the did go into a room and fuck, but they were often interrupted by various party goers barging into the room, talking drunkenly to them, taking pictures of them - you know, all of things you do at a party when you know that people are fucking. So, all in all, the night wasn't as much fun for her as it could have been. That was alright, though, because the night wasn't over and she was fucking me now and I would make sure that she had several hard orgasms before feeding her my cum. And, besides, there's always next Friday. Lacey's Story Ch. 08 Chapter 8 Lacey's 1st Ten years ago. We are sitting on a couch in a plain room. Little to no artwork or photos on the white walls, small television sitting on a slightly less small table on the other side of the room. It looks like the living room to what some might call a bachelor pad, or possibly the first home of a young newlywed couple. There are two or maybe three other people here with us, and we all have red solo cups in our hands or nearby. This is a small get together of old friends who haven't seen each other in awhile and are now awkwardly trying to catch up. Not my friends, though. These are people who Lacey hasn't seen since high school, and who I have not met until tonight. Directly across from us, next to the too-small T.V. and table, a hallway leads off from the main room. A door opens from just down this hallway and a woman steps out and walks across the living room in a straight line to stand directly in front of Lacey. The woman leans over and says something to my wife which causes her to stand up and walk away from me to enter the door that her friend had so recent just exited. She closes the door behind her. She never looked at me or said a word before leaving, just simply walked casually to what I now know is a bedroom. I never heard the woman speak and yet I know what she said. We are at the residence of an and long time, yet long absent, friend of Lacey's. A male friend. Everyone here has just recently learned that this old friend of theirs is suffering from a terminal illness and is unfortunately facing his last few years, or possible even months, with little time or energy to get all of his affairs in order. At the moment, he is feeling very tired and is resting in his bed . The woman who had just talked to Lacey was visiting with him, catching up and reminiscing on old times when he had confided in her a long held secret; he had always had a crush on Lacey. Maybe "crush" is too romantic a way to put it. The truth is he had always lusted after her, had wanted to get with her sexually and now that he was reaching the end of his journey here on Earth he was thinking of a passion never fulfilled. As he pondered lost lust and fantasies unrealized, he told this woman that he wanted the opportunity to fuck Lacey at least once before he passed on. If he could do that, he said, he could die happy. Patting his hand and smiling, she left the room and walked straight up to Lacey to tell what she had just learned. She had come to tell my wife that her old friend's dying wish was to have her, to fuck and ravish her. Right here. Right now. And without hesitation of any sort, the woman I loved had gotten up and walked into her friends bedroom to grant that last wish. As I sat in the living room with these people I didn't know, the sounds of bedsprings and Lacey's moaning soon insured that we all knew exactly what was taking place in that room. I stared at the plastic cup in my hand as the anger swelled within me. I quickly became so angry that I came fully and completely awake, lying in the darkness next to my wife. As I lay there watching her sleeping so peacefully and innocently, I knew that she had done none of the things I had just witnessed. Of course she hadn't, it had only been a dream after all. And yet the anger was still there. Now, any one who dreams knows that any emotions that are felt during the dream state usually dissipate almost immediately upon waking. Usually, but not always. I was fuming. How dare she do what she had done in my dream?! I gently shoved her to wake her up and let her know how upset I was with her for hurting me like that. Now, of course, I knew that it was not her fault; she couldn't possible take responsibility for things that had happened in MY dream. I really just needed her awake to hold me and assure me that she loved me and would never do anything like that in real life. I usually don't need that sort of reassurance but this time I did. My anger had been that strong. In fact I remained upset for several days and Lacey thought it hilarious to tease me about it repeatedly. But what, exactly, had made me so angry? Was it the fact that she had willingly fucked another man while I sat in the other room? No. No, that wasn't it. Was it the fact that everyone at that house knew that my wife was fucking another man? No, that wasn't it either. What had pissed me off was that she hadn't involved me in the decision to fuck someone else. She hadn't asked if it was okay with me. She hadn't turned to me a said something like "I know this will upset you, but he is one of my oldest and dearest friends and if this is what he needs to be happy and die in peace, then I'm going to give it to him." Hell, she hadn't even LOOKED at me! She had just went into that room without hesitation as if I didn't even exist! Whatever other fantasies I may have and no matter what anyone else may think, I have no interest and receive no arousal from being treated like a cuckold. A cuckold, by definition, is a man who's wife has sex with other men. Okay, I'm cool with THAT, but when anyone uses the term in the current vernacular, they are referring to a man who's wife treats him in a demeaning manner. A man who's wife has little or no use for him sexually and thrills at humiliating him while fucking around. A man who's wife does not include him in her decisions and relations, at least not as an equal. Now THAT shit, I have no use for. I like the idea of my wife fucking other people, but I need her to do it almost as much for me as for herself, to treat me as her equal partner and share her adventures and thrills with me. Of course I didn't tell Lacey all of this as at this time, so many years ago, these thoughts and interests had not yet fully formed in my mind but I DID let her now that it was only her indifference toward me that had angered me. Looking back, that should have been her first hint that I may enjoy letting her have sex with other men. **** Now we are back in the present and Ben has invited us both to a 4th of July party at his friend Eric's house. Let me tell, there was a moment of near panic for Eric when he saw that I was there as he knows that Ben is fucking my wife but not that I actually encourage it. Ben assured him that I was "cool" however, and the evening proceeded as would be expected. We watched the fireworks, grilled burgers and hotdogs, downed a fair amount of alcohol, and played horseshoes. As the night wore on Lacey indicated that she wanted to go home, but as there were apparently some invited guests who had not yet showed up and that meant that the party hadn't truly started, Ben encouraged her to stay. He assured us that Eric would let us crash at his place and we could all go home in the morning. Did he have some ulterior motive in mind? Probably. The party died down, the missing guests never arrived, and now it was certainly too late to drive home. Lacey announced that she was tired and going to bed, asking if I was coming with her. I wasn't tired so I told her to go ahead and Ben and I were going to stay up talking for awhile. Shortly after my wife disappeared into the house the conversation of course turned to sex. Specifically, sex Lacey. Ben told me how much he had needed what my wife was giving him as he and his wife were heading toward divorce. He told me how tight and hot Lacey's pussy was. He told me that Lacey had told him how thick my cock is - that had almost certainly been her response to what must have been his inevitable question about his own size. You know, the same question every guy asks of a woman who has been with other men - "Is his dick bigger than mine?" It turns out that Ben's dick is about 2 or three inches longer than mine but mine is roughly twice as thick. I started thinking that Lacey must feel like she has been getting the best of both worlds. She would go out with Ben and have him fuck deeper into her pussy than she had felt in a long, long time, deeper than I ever could and then coming home to have me fuck her and stretch her pussy more than Ben could ever hope to. I wondered how any woman couldn't be in heaven with that arrangement. I also thought once again how much I believed she would enjoy us both fucking her at the same time. This of course was Ben's next topic of conversation - did I think my wife would be up for a threesome? I responded to his query by giving him the details of me and Lacey's sex session while up North for my school reunion. I told him how she had become increasing more aroused as I forced to think about whether she like to have both of us at the same time and how she had had an orgasm as I asked if she would enjoy sucking Ben's cock while I ate her pussy. Ben's grin got wider and wider as I related my story and when I was done he asked, "You wanna go wake her up?" Now how do you think I would respond to that? Of course I agreed, and we quickly went inside to both crawl in bed with my wife. When we pulled back the covers we saw that Lacey had gone to bed still fully dressed. Ben stretched out full length next to my wife, rubbing his hand across her stomach and leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Wake up," he said. "We have a surprise for you." While Ben was attempting to wake her up I took the low ground, lying on the lower half of the bed with my head even with her hips. I started massaging her thighs and slowly moved to her crotch, pressing the heel of my hand directly on the denim that was covering her vagina. The heat radiating from her pussy was intense and I gently pressed and rubbed against it, moving my hand in a more or less circular motion. "Go 'way," Lacey slurred. "I'm 'sleep..." "You don't really want to sleep, do you?" Ben asked. His hand was now working the buttons on her shirt as he leaned in to kiss her neck and nibble on her ear. "Yes, wanna sleep. Go away." "I don't think you want to sleep. I think you want to wake up and play with us." Ben's hand was now inside her shirt and he was diligently squeezing and rubbing my wife's tits. He moved slightly and kissed her on the lips as he pinched her nipples and I continued paying attention to the oven between her thighs. We had no plan to go by, we were just going with the moment. "I'm asleep." "You can pretend to be asleep," Ben countered. "But you can't pretend that your nipples aren't hard as hell. I think you're enjoying yourself." Lacey still lay perfectly still as if sleeping but I saw her turn her head to bring her lips to Ben's, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues explored each other's mouths and Ben continued pinching Lacey's sensitive nipples. I took this as my cue start removing her clothes. I unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and took a hold of the waistband of her jeans, figuring I may need to use some force to pull them off. I was pleasantly surprised when my aroused wife lifted her hips off the bed to make it easier for me to strip her bottom. Quickly discarding her pants and thong, I moved between her legs and placed my face directly into her dripping cunt. It wasn't long before she was moving her hips, sliding her slick crotch across my face and forcing me to work to keep my tongue firmly planted in her pussy. "Now this is a little more like it," Ben said smugly as he lifted himself up onto his knees. "I knew you weren't asleep." Quickly shedding his pants and underwear, Ben scooted up the bed until his crotch was right in Lacey's face, his cock swinging to slap against her chin. Keeping my lips wrapped tightly around her incredibly swollen clit, I looked up to see her lift her head and accept Ben's dick all the way into her mouth. My wife moaned quietly and mashed her pussy against her mouth as her lips engulfed another man's cock. I watched intently as Lacey's cheeks collapsed with suction and Ben starting moving his hips back and forth, slowly fucking my wife's face. "That's it," Ben encouraged. "You like sucking that dick, don't you?" "Mmm hmm," lacey mumbled around the hard tool invading her mouth. "Aren't you glad we came in here?" he continued. "Isn't it fun sucking me while your husband is eating you out?" "Yeth." Answering without taking that dick out of her mouth. Lacey's clit was so ridiculously swollen that I wrapped my lips around it, sucking and sliding my mouth back and forth like I was giving her a mini blowjob. Her hips began moving faster and her left hand moved around to Ben's ass as she pulled him deeper into her mouth. Her mouth was moving faster and faster up and down the dick in her mouth and her pussy sliding faster up and down from my nose to my chin as her orgasm built. It wasn't long before shuddered and her hot pungent cum sprayed across my face and into my mouth. "UUUHHHH..." she screamed around the dick in her mouth. Swallowing as much of her cum as I could, I continued eating her out right through the crest of her orgasm until her hips fell back onto the bed. Lacey continued sucking Ben's dick as I moved up the bed to align my hips with hers. My dick rubbed right up against her cunt as I positioned myself over her and she was so wet that I slid inside of her without even trying; my dick just seemed to find it's own way in as I moved into place. I was angled over Lacey's left shoulder and her head was turned to her right, sucking intently on Ben's dick. Slowly I began fucking her. For the first time in her life, my wife now had a hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth while another one was moving back and forth in her dripping pussy. In no time I was pounding faster and harder into her and she was wildly humping back against me until she came yet again - this time drenching my cock with her juices. Figuring it was time to change things up a little, I pulled out and moved up to Lacey's face to change places with Ben. He eagerly took his place between my wife's thighs as I slid my slippery dick between her lips. Now Lacey's magic suctioning mouth went to work on me while Ben began fucking her. Ben's method was a little different than mine - he moved slowly but forcefully, making sure to shove his dick as deep into her as he could. I could see the slow power he was using to fuck deep into my wife's cunt. Ben continued for several minutes slowly plowing into deeply into as she moaned continuously around my cock in her mouth. "What do you think we should do next?" he asked me. "I think she needs to suck both of our dicks at the same time," I replied. "Really? Ok, give me a minute to finish this up here. She's almost ready to cum again. Just a moment, I know how to work this pussy." True to his word, Ben soon had Lacey cumming for her third time of the night before taking a position on the opposite side of her head from me. Reaching across her body with her left hand, Lacey starting stroking Ben's cock. Was there a reason why she always seemed to grab his dick with the hand that served as home to her wedding band? Did she realize how much that turned me on? Or was it, maybe, just coincidence? Either way, that hand never left Ben's dick and her right hand reached over to stroke me, her arms now crossed over her chest as she moved her head from side to side to suck first Ben's cock then mine into her hungry mouth. Maybe ten or fifteen minutes we stayed that way, with my wife alternating between the two hard cocks bouncing in front of her face. Ben had pulled out his phone and was making a video of Lacey sucking the two of us off. His dick popped out of her mouth and he slid it along her cheek as her tongue snaked out to lick his shaft before she moved to pull his member back into her mouth. I wanted to make sure that the video showed without doubt that my wife had two cocks in her face so as she was sucking on Ben, I leaned in to rub my own cock against her left cheek. "Both," Ben directed her. "Suck both at the same time!" Obediently, my wife opened as wide as she could to allow both cocks to invade her mouth at the same time. Now, let me take a moment to talk about this issue right here. And what I'm about to say is something that I originally said to a co-worker for pure shock value but, for me at least, it is very true. And that statement is this; As a straight man I have no interest in rubbing my dick against another man's, but when it happens because we're both sticking our dick's in my wife's mouth at the same time...it's not that big of a deal. What I mean is that I had seen this sort of thing in porno's before and it always made me feel a little queasy. I mean, why would straight men even do something like that. But now I realize that your sexual persuasion has nothing to do with it. Yes our dicks were touching but it wasn't because we wanted them to. It was because we both wanted to see, and video, the incredible erotic sight of my wife shoving two cocks into her mouth at the same time. Trust me, the sight is fucking hot and I love the video that we got from it. And let me apologize to anyone who may be upset by my repeated use of the phrase 'My wife'. 'My wife sucking another man's cock...' 'my wife enjoying two cocks for the first time...' 'my wife being fucked by another man...',etc. It's just that the thought that it is the woman I married who is doing these dirty, nasty things is an incredible turn on for me and I am, after all, writing these stories as much for myself as for any of you. Maybe more so. Anyway, back to the the story. After a few minutes it was time to change positions again. Ben laid back on the bed and beckoned Lacey to climb up on top of him as I stood up next to her. Climbing into position, Lacey reached beneath herself to take hold of Ben's cock and point it directly at her pussy. As my wife lowered herself slowly onto another man's cock, I stepped forward to offer my own to her hot mouth. She was now pumping her pussy up and down onto Ben's cock as I fucked her mouth. Handing the camera phone to me, Ben reached up to play with Lacey's tits as she fucked herself onto his cock. I got some good footage of the two of us spit roasting her before I felt my balls begin to tighten. The phone dangled in one hand while the other went to the back of Lacey's head as I blew my load down her throat. "Careful," Ben cautioned. "Swallow all of that shit. Don't let any of it drip on me!" Once we were certain that Ben wouldn't be contaminated by man cum, I pulled my still hard cock from Lacey's mouth and moved around behind her to get some close-up video of Ben's cock sliding in and out of my wife's cunt. Lacey's movements became faster and less fluid as she worked herself up to, and through, orgasm number four. When it was apparent that Lacey's orgasm had run its course, Ben grabbed her hips and began slamming his cock into her and it wasn't long after this that he announced that he was also going to cum. Lacey lifted herself off of Ben's cock and, grasping it with her left hand (wedding ring again. Fucking Hot!) she roughly stroked him until he was shooting his cum all over her hand and his own stomach. Wiping her hand on the blanket, lacey said to us, "Now let me sleep. I'm exhausted from fucking you two!" Lacey's Story Ch. 09 Some time ago, when I first started this prurient voyeuristic walk down memory lane, I promised that I would explain why I call my wife "Lacey" even though that isn't her real name and I assume that you have been patient as you wait for an explanation. Well, as luck would have it, I have now arrived at that part of the narrative where I must divulge the secret of her dual identity. No, I will not tell you her real name; her privacy and dignity must be preserved as she has done nothing to merit being "outed" in such a way. What has she done really except live out some of the fantasies that many married women wish they had the courage to perform? What has she done other than live out her loving husbands fantasy of a hotwife, thereby making him love her even more? So no I will not reveal her true name, but isn't it better this way? Honestly? If you don't know her name, then she can be anyone. She could be your neighbor or the married co-worker who's tits you stare at so longingly when you think she isn't looking. She could be the MILF Assistant Manager at Radio Shack who is trying to sell you a new cell phone as you look at the sparkling diamond on her left hand and wonder how easy it would be to convince her to take it off, just for one night. She could even be the slightly older waitress at Olive Garden who smiles knowingly when she catches you checking out her ass while she takes your wife's order. I won't tell you her name but I will tell how she came to be known as Lacey. It's not a particularly arousing story but if you'll just sit patiently a little longer (you ARE sitting, aren't you? You're not laying in bed with one hand under the covers reading this on your smartphone as you fantasize about what you would love to do to my beautiful wife, are you?) and I promise that once you know where the NAME comes from you soon will read more stories of LACEY cumming. It was a Friday morning and the beginning of my weekend when my wife had a request for me. "Hun, Ben was wondering if you could do him a favor...?" she began. "What's that?" "I don't know. He had some sort of leak at his place and there's a bunch of water damage. He has to rip out a wall, tear off siding, shit like that, and he was wondering if you would be able to help him? He said he'll even pay you for your time." "Okay," I said. "I guess I can do that." "Great! I'll let him know. Oh, just one thing..." "What?" "His wife is gonna be there. That bitch can't know that you're my husband. She doesn't know that Ben and I have even been talking, let alone hanging out." "So I suppose it's a safe bet that she doesn't know what you've been doing while you've been 'hanging out' then, right?" "Shut up, smart-ass," she snapped with a smile. "Anyway, as far as she knows, you're just some guy that Ben met at work. If you talk about me at all, my name is Lacey. Got that?" 49 "Lacey? That's got a nice ring to it. Kind of sexy." "Yeah, well, Ben thought of it. Just make sure you don't slip up and use my real name, okay?" "No problem. I love you 'Lacey'". So there you have it: The Origin of Lacey. Probably not as interesting or kinky as you were hoping, but then real life usually isn't. We made arrangements for me to go help Ben with his house on Saturday morning and as fate would have it I never spoke with his wife, nor did I even speak in front of her. In fact I only saw her for a few minutes and listening to her talk to Ben was enough to assure me that I probable didn't really want to talk to this crazy lady. While we were working, Ben asked how Lacey was doing. Not knowing if his wife might be eaves dropping, I not only used 'Lacey's' new name, but I tried to keep the rest of the conversation in code as well. "Well, I said. "She's been getting involved with team sports lately. She started out with racquet ball, you know, just her and a partner, but she just lately tried her hand at two-on-one basketball and she seems to be enjoying that. I would day she's definitely enjoying that a lot more than she thought she would." "Basketball?" Ben asked, "Really?" I just stopped and stared at him for a minute with one eyebrow raised until he realized that my sporting references were really analogies for her recent sexual escapades. "Oh!" he finally exclaimed with a grin. "Well, I'm glad that she's getting some exercise. And it's good that it's something she enjoys!" I ended up staying at Ben's house until about two or three in the afternoon, after which we hit the bar. After a few drinks at the bar which was actually a remodeled barn on the side of the highway, Ben asked if Lacey and I would like to hang out later. I told him I wasn't sure as Lacey had been talking about being really wiped out from work and she just wanted to relax, but I promised to ask. I got home just in time for supper and passed on Bens request. Lacey seemed slightly apprehensive and eventually agreed on one condition: "I'm really tired today. I just want to hang out. No funny business, okay?" "We'll do whatever you want," I replied. After eating and cleaning up from dinner, we informed the kids that we were going out to hang with friends. We make sure the older girls knew what time to get their brother ready for bed and then we headed out. We met Ben back at that same old converted barn as it is fairly close to his house but we didn't stay there for long. In all we ended up visiting three or four different bars that night. Ben had made a few comments throughout the night that, since we were going to be out late, he could just get a hotel room for the night. Lacey didn't respond to any of his suggestions and we were at what would turn out to be the last bar of the evening for us when he had a direct question for Lacey. "So," he asked my wife. "If I do, will you?" "What do you mean?" my wife responded, playing coy. "If I do, will you?" "Do what?" She was still acting confused and I remembered that she had told me earlier that she only wanted to hang out tonight, so I tried to clarify things without pressuring Lacey, or hindering what Ben was trying to accomplish. "He's wondering if you'll come and hang out if he get's a room. It's up to you, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. You have the pussy, so you make the rules." She still seemed uninterested and I wasn't at all sure how this was going to go. Ben had asked me earlier in the night if I thought she would be up to this and I told him that I couldn't tell. I had been watching her closely all night. I was looking for those 'come fuck me' eyes that she gets when she's really horny and she seemed to be on the fence tonight. That look would flitter across her face one second and the next she would appear bored and disinterested. It was anyone's guess how she would respond to his request and, honestly, only Lacey herself knows what she had been thinking up to that point. Still not wanting to pressure her, but hoping she would say yes, I tried my last ditch effort. "Maybe we can find a room with a Jacuzzi and you can just relax if you want." Her eyes lit up. "Well," she said slowly, " I DO like Jacuzzi's..." With that, it was settled and there's no doubt she knew exactly what she was actually saying yes to. I mean, it's not like we hadn't done this before, but Lacey and I were still new to this and I think she needed the comfort of having a reasonable excuse for ending up in a hotel room with her husband and another man in the middle of the night. Much as I'd like her to, she just wasn't comfortable saying 'yes, I want the two of you to take me somewhere and fuck me." If we had known ahead of time how much of a pain in the ass it would be to find a room that night, we probably would've said to Hell with it. For some unknown reason, every hotel in the area was booked solid. We tried five different hotels and ended up driving 30 minutes out of our way before we finally found a room in another town. No Jacuzzi, but the drive there was part of the adventure. We were on the highway still trying to find a hotel when Ben suggested it was time for Lacey to receive some road head for the first time. Lacey was driving with myself in the passenger seat while Ben was sitting directly behind her. "No," Lacey said. "That's not safe." "It's okay," Ben said as he encouraged me to go down on my wife while she drove. "You're an excellent driver. We'll be okay." "We're on the highway," she continued to object as I pulled her tits free from her shirt and sucked on the nipple closest to me. "This isn't the best time for this." "We're on an empty highway," I insisted as I unbuttoned her pants and worked one hand down inside her panties to rub her clit. "This is the perfect time; if you swerve, there's no one here for us to hit." She wasn't convinced, but a finger in her pussy and a mouth on her nipple were having and effect on her. Her chest was starting to heave just slightly. "That's it, Lee." Ben encouraged. "Get those pants off of her." "Wait," Lacey said. "You hold the wheel, I'll take care of it." So I did my best to steer from the passenger seat as my wife lifted her hips and pulled down her pants and panties. Ben reached around to play with her tits as I leaned over to lick her pussy. "Oh, this is new," Ben exclaimed as his hands landed on my wife's bare breasts. "Look at those beautiful tits out in the open, with that seat belt strap between them!" Apparently, he hadn't realized that I had removed her breasts from her shirt. I looked up and I had to admit they looked amazing! Pouring out of the top of her blouse, being lifted up by the material while being separated by her seat belt - at that moment they were definitely the most beautiful tits I had ever seen. The only thing that made her chest look better was seeing another man's hands all over it. I slid my finger back and forth along my wife's cunt as I watched Ben work her tits. And work them, he did - squeezing one in each hand, pinching the nipples, rubbing his hands all over them as I continued to finger her. I had given up trying to lick her pussy as it was just impossible in that position, but my finger and Ben's hands were definitely having the desired effect as she started to moan and squirm in her seat. "Do you like that?" Ben asked her. "Do you like what your husband and I are doing to you while you're driving?" "Yes," she breathed. "Are you gonna cum for us? Are you gonna cum while you're driving?" "Y..yes," she mumbled. "Yes what?" "I'm gonna cum." "Tell us when you cum." "O-kay." "That's right," Ben whispered to her. "We need to soak this seat with your cum. We already soaked the one that Lee is sitting in." I took one moment to remove my fingers from her slippery pussy and place them in her mouth. When she finished sucking her juices from my fingers, I placed them back inside her warm grasping cunt and continued to rub her off. She was really enjoying herself now, grinding her hips in her seat as Ben continued whispering in her ear. "That's it," he said. "Cum. Cum for us, but be sure to tell us." My finger rubbing her swollen clit. Ben's hands sliding across her hard nipples. Her mouth open. Her hips humping the air... "Oh god," she exclaimed. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming right now." To her credit, she had no trouble staying in her lane. She can definitely multi-task, a talent that would be put to use later in the night. "So," Ben asked. "Did you enjoy yourself?" "Yes." she replied. "But if we're getting a room for the night, I'm gonna need some contact solution. And I'm hungry." "Are you hungry for food," Ben joked. "Or are you hungry for cock?" Lacey smiled. "Both. But food first, then I want cock. Only one at a time tonight, though. I am still tired and I think fucking both of you at the same time would be too exhausting." And her promise to only fuck one of us at a time was one that she would keep...for about 20 minutes. We swung by a drive-thru to grab some food then to the supermarket for the contact solution. Lacey pulled into a parking spot near the door, and I hopped out to run in and make the purchase. "Keep her warmed up," I called to Ben. " We don't want her changing her mind while she's waiting." It took several minutes for me to find the correct product for my wife, but eventually I paid and left the store. The car was gone. "What the fuck...?" I thought. "They didn't actually leave..." After a couple seconds of confusion, I heard Ben calling my name and noticed that our car had moved to a new spot about 30 feet from the supermarket's door, in a darker area of the parking lot. As I walked to the car I could clearly see Ben sitting in the passenger seat but Lacey was nowhere to be seen, and as I reached the car door I realized why. Her head was in his lap. And his cock was in her mouth. "Hey," Ben grinned. "You said to keep her warmed up..." This brought a slight chuckle from my wife's throat as she slowly lifted her head, her tight lips slowly sliding up the length of Ben's hard cock and slipping off of his dickhead with a slight pop. She looked at me and smiled. "Did you get my contact solution?" she asked as she absentmindedly wiped some spit from her lips with the back of her hand. I assured her that I had. "Great," she said. "Let's go!" We quickly found a hotel with an available room and Lacey decided that she wanted to take a bath to clean up a little bit after a long night at the bar. The room didn't have a Jacuzzi after all but my wife never complained; she knew she was here for cock, not for a hot tub. Lacey stripped down and climbed into the tub while Ben and explored the room and the pay-per-view entertainment, and then casually walked into the bathroom where Lacey was bathing. This situation was slightly surreal; me and another man standing in the bathroom talking to my nude wife as she bathed right in front of us as if this was a common everyday event. As I think back on it now this was, strangely, one of the most exciting aspects of our new sexuality; the very casualness of it. My wife's open and comfortable nudity in front of another man, especially with me right there to witness it, was amazing and arousing. Ben and I left Lacey to finish her bath and we ordered a porno from the hotel's pay-per-view. The movie was a parody of the TV show "The Office". I don't remember who was in it, or anything about the movie because shortly after it started, my wife walked out of the bathroom and asked, "Who's first?" We just stared as she stood there completely naked before us. "I'm gonna do both of you," she said. "But I don't have the energy to do two at a time tonight, so who do I get to fuck first?" "Who ever you want," I replied. "Just make your choice and have fun." "No. I don't want to choose. I don't want any hurt feelings because I picked one over the other. You two decide." I stood up and walked over to my wife and took her in my arms, sliding my hands over her round ass as I kissed her. Then I stepped away and pushed her toward Ben. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Yes. He's the guest here, let him have the first turn." She needed no more encouragement as she walked over to the bed where Ben was laying. Without a word my wife crawled onto that hotel bed and took another man's cock deep into her mouth. All the room's lights were on and I walked around to the foot of the bed to watch as the woman I married eagerly sucked a hard cock right in front of me. Ben ran his hands through her hair as her head bobbed up and down on him. Her lips were wrapped tightly around his dick and they glistened as they slid slowly back and forth on his spit slickened shaft. After several minutes of putting on a show of swallowing her friends cock, as much for my pleasure as his (or hers), she let it fall out of her mouth and got up on her knees. Lacey reached down and grabbed Ben's cock, pointing it at her dripping cunt as she swung one leg over his hips. Positioning the head of his dick at the opening of her pussy, Lacey sat down on it, pushing it deep inside herself. At this point I took out my cell phone. My beautiful wife was riding another man's cock right in front of me and I was sure as hell going to get this on video. I aimed the phones camera at Lacey and her friend as her hips rose and fell, fucking the hard cock beneath her. The spectacle was definitely having an effect on me and my dick was hard as a rock and I struggled to keep the camera focused on Lacey's ass as is bounced up and down, slowly at first with her hips rotating seductively and then quickly gaining speed as she fucked herself harder and faster on Ben's pole. Ben's hands were squeezing Lacey's tits and pinching her nipples as her hips slammed against his. She leaned over and my wife's mouth found Ben's, kissing him deep, their tongues sliding into each others mouths as she impaled herself on his cock. Her breathing was ragged and I could hear her moaning over the similar sounds of the porno playing on the TV. Her hips moving faster now; lifting herself up to the tip of Ben's cock and then slamming herself back down forcefully. Her back arched as she came but she didn't stop riding that cock. I walked around the side of the bed with the camera. Her moaning had stopped as she worked to catch her breath and her head was down as she enjoyed the orgasm running through her. She had just had her first orgasm since entering the hotel room and she smiled up into my camera as I got her attention. And all the while she was still fucking herself on Ben's rigid dick as I watched. While she worked on orgasm number two, I walked around the room filming her little sex show from different angles. I filmed from both sides of the bed. I filmed from the foot of the bed, getting some amazing close-ups of Ben's cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy. Then inspiration struck. I turned around and aimed the camera at the mirror on the wall. This allowed me to not only get a good view of the two of them fucking but also to get myself in the shot as I filmed the entire event. Being an extremely visual person, I knew that just reliving this night in my mind would not be nearly as intense as being able to watch it on video. And being able to see myself standing next to the bed as my wife rides another man's cock would be the ultimate visual treat. Unfortunately however, (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it.) my phone soon ran out of memory and I was forced to stop filming. I put my phone down and crossed to the chair that sat next to the bed as the two lovers changed positon, Lacey now laying on her back Ben leaning over her to place his hard shaft, slick with my wife's cum, at the opening of her vagina. With one quick thrust he shoved himself all the way in; her back arching sharply and her mouth flying open in a silent scream of pleasure. I sat down to watch my wife being fucked. Lacey's eyes were closed and her lips parted through a constant series of low moans as Ben forcefully pounded into her. No sooner had I sat down than she turned her head toward me, opened her eyes, and muttered in a low breathy voice "Come here. I wanna suck your dick." So much for only wanting one at a time, but who the hell was I to complain? As quick as I could, I stood next to the bed and fed my throbbing cock into her hungry mouth. Her right hand rose up to rest on Ben's hip as he continued his assault on her soaked and slippery cunt and her warm mouth engulfed me eagerly. Lacey attacked my cock like a starving woman and each moan that Ben forced from her throat vibrated through my shaft like an exquisite electrical shock. We maintained this scene for some minutes - Ben's hips thrusting back and forth as he drove his cock in and out of my wife's pussy , Lacey's head bobbing wildly back and forth as she worked her mouth up and down my cock. The only one not moving was me until suddenly I wasn't. My wife's back arched up from the bed and she froze in place with my dick buried in her mouth and Ben continuing to fuck her with abandon as she broke through the barrier of another orgasm. She screamed out her orgasm with her mouth stuffed full of her husband's cock as she came all over the hard rod of another man. Lacey's Story Ch. 09 Lacey disengaged from us, her two lovers, and slid up to the head of the bed and Ben slid up beside her to kiss her mouth and caress her tits. Lacey wiggled her finger at me in a 'come hither' gesture and then pointed to her lap. I know what my lady likes and I didn't need to be asked twice. I dove greedily between her legs to eat her pussy with enthusiasm. My lovely wife spread her legs and lay back with her husband's tongue in her cunt and another man rubbing and biting on her tits. What wife wouldn't be heaven in this situation? Now I may have mentioned before that it was an area of concern for Ben that he was unable to make my wife cum by going down on her, and I may have mentioned that I have no such problem. If I choose, I can actually make Lacey cum in about five seconds using nothing but my tongue on her clit. I wasn't going for any speed records this night but I was determined that she would have as much pleasure as possible this night and since she had already cum three times here in the room as well as once in the car, I wasn't holding anything back. After a few minutes of making love to my wife with my tongue and lips, I heard Ben ask if I had made her cum yet. I looked up in time to see her nod her head yes and hold up two fingers. "Twice!?" Ben exclaimed. "I guess he really is good at this! Maybe I need to take some lessons." Now it was my turn to get some of that pussy! I moved Lacey to lay the short way across the bed and took my position between her spread and trembling thighs. She bit her lip as I slid into her. Ben was kneeling by the side of the bed, rubbing Lacey's hair and shoulders and looking at her pleasure-filled face as I fucked her. "This is hot!" he said as he watched me thrust into my wife - the same woman he had just finished fucking to orgasm. "Lacey, move up and put your head over the edge of the bed so I can fuck that mouth!" Now, Lacey is claustrophobic and expressed some doubt about this but she was game to try what was asked of her and was soon lying there with her head hanging backwards off the bed. Ben was quick to place his cock to her lips. For several minutes Lacey lay there like that, motionless with all the work being done by her two lovers; my hips grinding as I slid in and out of her pussy and Ben's hips thrusting back and forth and his balls slapping against her forehead as he fucked his cock in and out of her mouth. Lacey had three more orgasms like this, the last coming as Ben unloaded his balls straight down her throat. Ben slowly withdrew his spit slick cock from my wife's mouth and collapsed into the chair. Licking her lips, Lacey looked up at me. "I want you to cum now. Cum all over me." It wasn't long until I was doing just that - I pulled my cock from her throbbing pussy and furiously jacked myself off all over her stomach and tits, my cum exploding with such force that the second spurt actually splashed across her chin. "Well," Ben asked. "Did you enjoy yourself?" My wife's only response was a huge smile as she got up and walked to the bathroom to clean up. After cleaning up, we all went to bed - me and Lacey in one bed and Ben in the other. Morning came soon for me and I messed with my phone as the other two slept. I discovered that my phone had two different memory areas and one of them actually had quite a bit of memory left on it. After switching the camera over to this memory storage area I put it back down, kind of upset that I hadn't figured that out last night. "Is she awake yet," Ben asked as he started to stir. "Should we wake her up?" Well, this sounded like a good idea to me so I slid in to bed on my wife's left side as Ben slid in on her right. We both started running our hands over her body - shoulders, tits, stomach, legs, inner thighs, and pussy until she began to wake. "Good morning, sunshine." Ben smiled. "Ready for round two?" Lacey, eyes still closed, smiled and make a noncommittal "Mmm..." If she wasn't horny when she woke, she soon was after having four hands sliding across her body, pinching her nipples and rubbing her clit. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "We have to check out soon, and I really only want to fuck one of you right now. Since Ben has to go home, and I can take care of you later, I'm going to fuck him, okay?" I agreed that that was okay with me, since I now had a camera that was ready to film the festivities. Ben quickly moved over her and slid his cock into her as I knelt next to her filming the whole thing. Lacey lazily stroked my cock as Ben fucked her and I held her left leg up for him with my free hand. After some time I let go of her leg as Ben lifted up and grabbed her legs behind her knees to hold both of her legs up as he continued using his dick to deliver pleasure to her dripping pussy. For my part I contributed to her enjoyment by caressing and pinching her nipples, occasionally leaning in to suck on them. (I held the phone above my head and was able to get myself on video as I sucked on her nipples). My wife had two more small orgasms as Ben fucked her in front of me that morning. Occasionally he would pull out to rub the head of his dick back and forth across her clit and plunge balls deep back into her. After a few more minutes, Ben commented that my wife's cunt was contracting around his cock, signaling her tenth and final orgasm, and it was a big one. She threw her head to the side, screaming. "She's cumming so hard right now," Ben exclaimed. "And I'm about to cum. Should I cum in her mouth for you?" "Yes, it would be hot to get that on video," I said. With this permission, which he probably didn't need, Ben began to thrust in and out of her, fucking her with abandon as he approached his own orgasm. At the last minute he pulled out and quickly jumped off the bed, placing his dick in front of her face. Lacey instantly stretched her neck forward to take the head of his cock into her mouth. Ben's hand flew rapidly back and forth along the length of his cock as he furiously jerked himself off into my wife's mouth, her throat visibly working as she swallowed spurt after spurt of his hot cum right in front of me. And yes, I got it all on video. Lacey's Story Ch. 10 Chapter 10 Lacey's Punishment *** I'm skipping ahead a little in the story as Chapters 6-9 aren't finished yet. This is actually the first chapter that I wrote as a surprise for my wife. She enjoyed reading it so much that she called me at work to let me know. When I asked how much she enjoyed it, she responded by saying "Well, my fingers smell like pussy if that says anything." *** We hadn't seen Ben for over two weeks - he had just been too busy with work and then was out of town for the weekend. Normally, my wife fucks Ben on Friday nights while I'm at work as I work a part time job on third shift. Since she hadn't seen him in a while, however, she responded when he got back in town on a Monday and texted her to meet him at the bar after she got off work. They ended up going to the house of one of his friends and fucking there Lacey arrived home around 2:30 in the morning fully expecting to have to fuck me as well, but as she was exhausted and I was actually spent from jerking off 2 or 3 times thinking of what they must be doing together, I told her we could wait until the next day. This is where our story truly begins. We spent most of the day sleeping and were lying in bed when I asked, "Are you horny?" " A little," Lacey replied. "Are you?" " Very much, and I have plans for you." "Oh really," she said. " And just what do you want to do to me?" "I want to bend you over the bed and fuck you hard from behind." "Oh," she breathed, becoming aroused. "I want to lick your pussy. I want to lick your ass." "Really?' "Yes," I answered. "Would you like that? Do you want me to lick your ass?" "Yes." "Tell me," I insisted. "Tell me you want me to lick your ass." "I want you to lick my ass." At this, I positioned her on her stomach with her legs over the edge of the bed and her ass sticking up in the air. "You need to make it easier for me," I instructed. "Reach back with your hands and pull your ass cheeks apart so I can get my face right up in there." She eagerly did as told and I ran my tongue over and around her delicate asshole. The more I licked her ass, the more her hips began to move up and down and she started to moan lightly. "You like this?" I asked, as I slid my tongue right up inside her waiting asshole. "Yes." After several minutes of licking and kissing her delicious ass, I moved up and slid my cock into her now very wet pussy. Bens cock is a few inches longer than mine, but mine is significantly thicker so she receives equal but slightly different pleasure from us both. Length not withstanding, I am still able to bottom out in her pussy, though not always as effortlessly as he, and I slowly slid my hard cock all the way into her. I pushed hard to ensure that I was in as deep as possible and enjoyed hearing her moan of pleasure. Fucking her slow and deep, I reached down and slapped her left ass cheek. "Should I spank you?" I asked. "Yes." "Why, have you been naughty?" "Yes." "What have you done so naughty that you deserve to get spanked?" I playfully asked. "Fucking other men," was her exciting response. "Oh really? Do you enjoy fucking men other than your husband?" "Yes." "It turns you on being a married woman and fucking other men?" "Yes." "That's because you're a naughty married slut, isn't it? Tell me." "I'm a naughty married slut." I started to fuck her faster and spank her ass as I made her tell me what she and Ben had done. "After the bar, he took me back to his friends house," she started. "We hung out for awhile and after his friend went to bed, he bent me over the couch and fucked me like you're fucking me now." "Did you enjoy that?" I asked. " What else did you do, you married slut?" "Yes I enjoyed it and after awhile, he moved me onto my back, put my legs over his shoulders and fucked me some more. Then I sucked his dick." "Do you like sucking his dick?" "Yes." "Do you like sucking my dick?" "Yes." "That's because you're a cocksucking whore isn't it?" I whispered in her ear as I leaned over her back and fucked her even harder. "Yes! I'm a cocksucking whore!" "Did he cum in your mouth?" "He didn't cum this time," she said. "Oh, so you're missing out. Don't worry, I've got plenty of cum for you to swallow. But for now, I think naughty married sluts like you need to have their assholes licked some more. Tell me you want me to stick my tongue in your asshole again." "I want you to stick your tongue in my asshole again," she breathed. And I did, making her tell me exactly what she liked about it. Did she like when I licked around the outside of her asshole? Did she like it when I stuck my tongue inside? Although she liked it all, I could tell from her physical response that her favorite was when I flicked my tongue up and down over her pretty puckered little opening. I'm not sure how many times she came during all of this, but the fact that she did was undeniable as her juices were dripping everywhere. I wasn't done with her yet, however. Not by a long shot. I flipped her onto her back and wasted no time burying my face in her delicious crotch. Her pussy is my favorite taste in the world and I could stay down there lapping away at it all day. I may not be the world's best muff diver, but according to my lovely wife Lacey, I am. It wasn't long before she was spraying her cum all over my face and in my mouth. I continued to suck on her swollen clit through one more orgasm then moved up to kiss her so she could lick her own cum from my lips. "Are you enjoying your punishment so far?" I asked. "That was punishment?" she responded with a smile. "Yes. The only way to truly punish a married slut like you is just to give her more cock. You like cock, don't you?" "Yes, I like cock." "What should I do to punish you now?" "Fuck me hard!" she said. I positioned myself so I was sitting straight up on my knees at the opening of her lovely fuck-hole. I wasted no time shoving my still swollen cock into her and fucking her as she requested. It's truly a sight to behold when my beautiful wife has an orgasm - something that only myself and our friend Ben get to see; her hips grind, her back arches, and her eyes go from shut to wide open and rolled back as she moans and screams. I would give anything just to see her in the throws of pleasure like that all day. "Reach down with your hand and feel my cock sliding in and out of your pussy," I ordered. "Do you like that?" I asked as she did what I said. "Does it turn you on to feel me moving in and out of you?" "Yes..." she moaned. "That's what married sluts get." "Cock?" she asked "Fucked hard and long." Abruptly I stopped fucking her and leaned back with my cock still inside of her. "Make yourself cum." "Honey, I've already cum repeatedly," was her reply. "Yes, but now you need to make yourself cum with your own hand while I sit here with my cock inside you." At my prompting, she started to rub her clit. In the whole time we'd been together, she had never been able to enjoy doing this in front of me; every time she tried I could see her excitement level drop to zero. Ever since we had rekindled our love and passion, however, the story has been different and she was definitely enjoying touching herself in front of me. She moaned as she rubbed her clit and every few seconds, her whole body would involuntarily spasm with pleasure. Soon she moving her hips up and down, fucking herself on my cock as she touched herself. I was enjoying the show so much that I momentarily forgot what I had instructed her to do. Not for long, though. "Are you cheating?" I asked. "Are you using my cock to get yourself off?" "Yes..." "Stop. I told you to make yourself cum with your hand. Stop moving your hips and just play with your pussy until you cum all over my cock." "Ok," she responded. She did as requested and it wasn't long before her pussy gripped down and her cum poured out around my hard cock. "Did you feel that?" she asked. "Yes I did," I replied as I resumed fucking her and it wasn't too much longer before I was ready to cum. I moved up on the bed and put my sticky cock in her mouth. As she was expertly vacuuming my manhood into her hot, wet mouth, I asked, "So you enjoy sucking cock, hunh? It's not just something you do because me and Ben want you to?" "Yes, sometimes I enjoy doing that." "What about right now?" "Right now I'm loving sucking the cock that just gave me so many wonderful orgasms." "Good," I said. "Because I'm about ready to fill your mouth with my cum." As I shot off into her mouth, I could see her working to take it all in. When I was finished, she said, "God, how much did you have in there? I swallowed it all, but that was a fucking lot!" I just smiled and said, "That's because you make me so fucking horny. You're the hot, sexy, naughty wife I've always wanted you to be and I love you so much." And I do.