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My Loving Wife

By: bigman2



This is a true story about my first wife. I married her because she was extremely hot. Tell me if you like this?

THE BEGINNING

Patricia is sat on the floor opposite me. She is wearing a tight miniskirt. She parts her legs. I look. Her white panties are stretched tight against her sex.

Patricia smiles knowingly. Later, whilst in my bed, I masturbate.

We all go into town. The night is dark and cold. The pub calls time. We amble home. Patricia's hands are cold. Her left hand enters Arthur's trouser pocket. Her right hand is in mine. I have a hole in my pocket. The hand continues and it is suddenly stroking my cock. My penis swells. 

"I am feeling warmer already." Says Patricia. She grips my hard cock as we continue our journey home.

I am in the toilet. I am so hard. I need relief. I am near my climax.

There is a knock on the door. 

"Are you going to be long?" says Patricia. "Are you playing with your rubber duck? Do you want my help?" 

I climax. My sperm shoots across the floor. She really turns me on.

I am away from College. It is Friday night. Should I go for a drink with my mates. No! I go home. Patricia is seated on the sofa. 

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" 

"I told your mother I was your girlfriend," she replies. "I have finished with Arthur and needed to get away."

She changed clothes. We went out for a drink. We meet Bob. Patricia is wearing a black simulated leather mini-dress with a full zip up front. I am sure the zip is gradually coming undone. 

We are back at my place. We are kissing. I see her bra-covered breasts. My fingers grip the zip. Her dress is undone to the waist. I kiss her bra-covered breasts. She moans. 

Patricia fiddles with her bra. It hangs forward. Her breast's fall out. My mouth kisses her breasts. A nipple is erect between my lips. I suck.

My hand roams her body. Down under her panties. She is wet. Oh! What should I do? I pull off her panties. I lick her vaginal lips. I find her hard button. 

"Oh! Oooohhhh! OOooohhhh!" She cries. 

Should I stop? 

Her hand is pushing my head in harder. She gasps. Her breath rasps more rapidly.... She is gasping heavily for breath...Her body quivers.... She is bucking against my mouth.... She screams and her body tenses. What have I done? 

Patricia kisses me. Her hands find my cock. She brings it out. She is a person possessed. Oh! Hell, I am coming. My sperm shoots out.... white liquid splatters the wall. It is heaven!

TOGETHER

I am working away. I come home each weeKeithd. We stay in bed. We do not wish to stop holding. Stop loving each other. Patricia is always very wet. She enjoys fantasizing. She fantasizes about erect cocks. She has this yearning for a large black cock. Just talk about it and she climaxes. I did not know.

Years later she tells me. 

On night she attended this concert. She sat next to a Jamaican. He invited her for coffee. She went. He was a gentleman. 

She got really wet. Later in her bed she masturbated. The thought of a large black cock would not dispel. He has invited her for tea next week. What should she do? She wants to have his cock.

Next week arrives. She has a bath. Her body is fresh and soft. The black front-zipped mini-dress is put on. She wears no bra or panties. Just high-heeled shoes. Her overcoat is to keep out the cold.

She is at his door. She already feels the wet between her thighs. He takes her coat. She sits down. He sits opposite. She is sitting sideways. He sees her expanse of thigh. He sees a full breast...nipples erect. She sees his bulge stirring with interest. They talk.

He hands her a cup of coffee. She turns to face him. Her legs uncross. Her thighs widen.... Her dress moves up. Her vaginal lips are parted and wet.

Her mouth smiles knowingly.

His bulge gets larger. The outline of his cock creeps down his thigh. 

Patricia puts down the coffee cup. She rises. She pulls down her zip. The dress falls off. She is naked before him. 

She leans. His mouth is pulled to her breast. His mouth engulfs it. Her hand unzips his trousers. His cock jumps out. It is hard...It is black.... It is wet...It glistens. Patricia mounts his thighs. His cock enters her vagina. She climaxes. He keeps thrusting.... She climaxes again.... His cock goes solid.... His sperm shoots firm...The feeling is ecstasy.... She comes yet again.

She kisses and sucks his cock. She cannot stop. He turns her over. He thrusts his cock up her. They cannot stop shagging.

The next morning she is sore. 

That weekend she dos not stop riding my cock. 

During the week she returns to him for another session. This continues every week. Even on her period she just licks and sucks. Her jaw is sore. She cannot resist him. She just loves sex.  

Those sessions continue until I return. 

BACK HOME

We are established in the house. It's a lovely day. We are sat on the lawn. Bob comes round. He joins us. Patricia has a miniskirt and gapping blouse on. She's showing her panties. She's smiling that knowing smile.

We enter the house. She stops me. "I would love to see Bob's cock. Suck on it. Make him come," she pants.

"He would die of shock!" I respond.

"Hhummm, I think he may enjoy. I am going to see," she replies.

I go upstairs to the toilet. Patricia goes to join Bob. I take awhile. Patricia is giggling.

I return quietly. I look in the door. Patricia Is kneeling, she is licking his cock. It is so hard!

I come up behind her. Lift up her skirt and pull down her panties. She is soaking.

My hard cock goes up her doggy style. I am shagging her. She is sucking Bob's cock. She is going wild. Bob comes. He screams whilst she swallows his sperm. I am really turned on and I am coming. Patricia is panting like mad. She and I come together. It was lovely.

"I have a job abroad," I announce. 

Patricia comes with me. 

I am working hard. 

Patricia starts to purchase sexy dresses and see-through tops. She gets turned on at the admiring glances. Her breasts have improved. The nipples are larger. They are always erect. She acts very sensual. She acts sexual.

She buys a Polaroid camera. She loves to posse. The pictures increase in raunchiness. She makes me photograph her climaxing. There are pictures of her sucking my cock. She takes photos of us shagging.

Is she bored? What does she need to prove?

We are invited to this party. We are the oldest there. Patricia wears a long, backless evening dress. The neck is elasticized. It firms and pulls up her breasts. Her nipples stay erect. 

"My panty line shows...I will not wear any," she decides. 

The young men are like bees to a honey pot.

I am talking earnestly to a group. Patricia is dancing. The young men's hands are stroking her bare back. She enjoys this. She is excited. 

She finds Seamus exciting. He is dancing with her. Patricia grinds herself into his groin. She feels his penis going hard. 

"I have to stop and get a drink," she says. 

She walks to the kitchen. 

I am still in earnest conversation. 

Patricia enters the kitchen. Seamus enters behind her. 

They stop. 

A couple is having sex on the edge of the table. Patricia is spellbound. 

The sight of the cock thrusting into the girl. It is exciting. She cannot move. 

Seamus's hand runs around to grasp her breast. 

Patricia moves his hand through the arm of her dress until it cups her naked breast. She sighs. She feels soaking wet. 

Seamus's other hand moves down the front of her body. It rubs the top of her inner thighs. His hand finds her clitoris. She moans. 

Suddenly the couple climax. 

Patricia feels her body pulsating. Seamus's hard cock is firm between the cheeks of her bum. She is still over excited. She cannot resist it. She needs it inside her. 

Her dress is being lifted. She is being bent forward. A hot cock is pushing between her thighs. She opens up. It is in her. 

"Oh! That is beautiful!" She exclaims. "Don't stop. Oh! Ooohhh! Thrust harder".

The other lad is coming towards her. An erect cock sticking out. 

Patricia is senseless. It is just like a dream. 

She grasps his cock. She takes it in her mouth. 

"What am I doing?" Patricia thinks. 

She spits out the cock. 

"I must stop this! I should not be so cheap" Her thoughts continue. 

Then Seamus goes stiff. He is going to climax.

"I can not stop now" Patricia's breath is gasping. 

He thrusts deeper up her. His sperm is shooting. It is feeling hot. She climaxes. 

Patricia pulls from them. She has to get away. She will be caught. It is in public. People will see. 

She runs.

I am still engrossed in conversation. 

Patricia grabs my hand. "We must go home. Come on! No time to waste" 

I follow her. We head for the car.

"Why are we in such a hurry?" I ask. 

"Look at my dress" she replies.

A large wet patch adorns the front. 

"How can I stay like this?" Patricia exclaims.

I start the car. We drive away. 

"I feel desperately horny," says Patricia. 

Her feet are resting on the dashboard. She takes my hand. I touch her sex. She is soaking wet. Her clitoris is hard. She starts to moan. I continue. 

She screams in climax. "Stop the car. Please shag me?" 

I cannot. We are going over a marshland.

She takes out my cock. Her mouth engulfs it. 

"Please stop; I will crash the car" I pant. 

"No! I need it" Patricia responds. 

Her hand goes between her legs. She masturbates. Her climax sounds intense. 

My cock is totally hard.

We arrive home. She pulls me from the car by my cock. I am pushed to the floor in the hallway. She mounts and rides my cock. The young baby-sitter is disturbed. We are like dogs on heat. The baby-sitter sits watching. Patricia cannot stop. I look up the stairs. The baby-sitter's hand is between her thighs. She cannot keep her eyes off us. 

We all three are climaxing together.

Later, whilst in bed she tells me all. We cannot stop shagging. It seems as if sex is going out of fashion.

THE OTHER

I have a colleague, Keith. Once when we were together he became horny. His penis was erect. It was large. I told Patricia. She got excited. She fantasized about it. 

Keith has moved away.

We had business. Keith came and stayed over night. I had to leave early the next day. Keith and Patricia were joining me for lunch. She was acting hyper. I knew something would happen.

We meet for lunch. Patricia appears like 'the cat that has had the cream'. She has that knowing smile. 

I am still busy. I return at night. Keith has gone.

" Something happened?" I asked. 

"Lets go to bed early," says Patricia. She is still hyper. 

In bed she mounts my cock. She is very wet. She is really horny.

"What happened?" I ask. 

She tells her story.

"This morning I returned from the shop. It was quiet. I called Keith. He came down in his pajama pants. He was not wearing anything else. I went to the kitchen to get him his tea and corn flakes." 

She was increasing the intensity of grip whilst riding my cock. She was becoming oblivious to her senses.

"In the kitchen I undid a couple of buttons on my blouse. I was wearing no bra. My nipples were erect. They showed my excitement. I was shameless. 

I pulled off my panties from under my denim miniskirt. I took in Keith his breakfast". 

"I sat opposite him. My legs crossed to on side. He was admiring my thigh. He could see the outline of my breast. 

He said 'You have lovely firm breasts'. I enjoyed that. 

I turned to face him. I unfolded my legs. I spread them. They went wider. My skirt rode up. My vaginal lips were spread wide open. He could see clearly my hole. My wetness showed. It never fails!" 

"His cock became erect and appeared through the slit in his pants. I gave that knowing smile. He went red." 

"I got up and walked to him. I undid my blouse. I mounted his thighs. I grabbed his cock and directed it into my vagina. I rode him. His cock thrust up me. We thrust each other hard. I could not stop. He sucked my tits. We both came within a few minutes. His sperm filled me full. It was lovely. My senses were tingling".

"I still wanted more of his cock. He was in the bathroom. He was standing in the nude. I came up behind him and my hand roamed around to hold his shaft. It was hard. I stroked it. 

He turned. I slipped onto my knees. My mouth found his cock. The shear hardness of his shaft. I wanted to eat and swallow it whole. I could not stand it. I pulled it; his body with it. I lay on the floor. His hard cock entered me yet again. He shagged me. I could not stop coming." 

"We showered and dressed. We met you."

"I knew you had done something," I responded, "You looked so sexy."

"Yes! I could not stop. When you left, we went to the car park. Keith was giving me a lift. In his car I wanted him again. I took his hand. I put it up my skirt. I was wet and horny. He played with me. I climaxed instantly". 

"I then took out his cock, went down, and sucked it He really went wild and soon he was shooting his sperm down my throat. I could have gone on for ever". 

THE DINNER

Some months later I had a business meeting at the house so invited Keith and his wife, Dave and partner, Jim and I. Patricia was to prepare and cook the dinner. 

"Do not worry, darling, you will enjoy this evening," she says 

"I have a special surprise. I have bought an interesting outfit," she tells me at breakfast.

The meeting over and we relax with drinks. 

"Dinner is served. Go and sit at the table," Patricia announces, "I will change and join you." 

She appears at the doorway. She is wearing a chiffon blouse and skirt both of single thickness. It is totally see-through. She is naked beneath except for black sheer nylon panties. 

She has shaven off all her pubic hair. 

She looks far sexier than if she had been naked. There is not a flaccid cock amongst us. The atmosphere is electric. Everyone admires her lovely breasts and firm body. 

Patricia sits at the top of the table. Keith is to her right and Dave is on her left. I sit opposite with Jim by me. She is in her element. She smiles at me knowingly.

On serving the main course she insists on going around and serving each in turn. We are all subjected to an erect nipple rubbing our cheeks.

"Oh! I am sorry. Let me wipe it" she says after dropping a potato on Keith's lap. Everyone watches her stroke his penis. How will this evening end?

Patricia is hyper. It is going to happen. She is mesmerized.

"Go to the lounge. Pour everyone a drink," she says clearing the table.

Patricia joins us. She sits on the carpet. We are sat round her. Her skirt is up around her waist. The panties are now transparent. We see the wetness of her excitement.

No on knows what to do. The girls do not like it. The men are still hard. The women make them leave.

"I feel totally randy," Patricia says after they have gone. 

Her hand is starting to rub the crouch of her panties. Her breath comes fast. She rubs harder. She is writhing on the floor. She screams in a climax. 

"Oh! Screw me; Screw my cunt." She screams yet again with a climax. I oblige her.

THE WOMEN

I was still with Patricia. Every Thursday, I meet Sam for a drink. We normally drink till midnight. 

This particular Thursday was special. Patricia had picked up a porn video. 

"You will not like it!" She says. 

I start to watch it. Lesbian scenes. 

"I did not mean to get it. I made a mistake."

Whilst I was watching. Bernadette arrived to visit Patricia. They had become friends.

"I forgot to tell you Bernadette was coming," Patricia comments. 

"It is O K; I am meeting Sam," I respond switching off the video. 

I hug and kiss Bernadette. She is wearing an open shirt, bra and jeans. 

I leave them together.

"I am sorry, but I have to collect my wife at 10pm. I can only stop for a couple of drinks," Sam tells me. 

That is all right, I will go home. Bernadette has arrived, and I have not seen her for awhile," I reply.

I arrive home. All the curtains are drawn. Unusual! The door is locked. Unusual! I knock. There is a scurrying inside. 

"Who is it?" Patricia calls out.

"Me!" I respond. 

"What are you doing home early?" 

"Sam had to go out. Will you let me in?" Say I. 

"Let me find the key!" She interjects. 

Eventually the door opens. 

We are having coffee. Bernadette gets up to leave. I give her a hug and kiss. She is not wearing a bra. 

Patricia and I sit down to watch the video. It lasts for only five minutes. 

"Have you been watching it?" I asked. 

"No!" Patricia replies. 

I rewind the tape and we watch it. We get horny. Patricia takes off her jeans. No panties, that is unusual. We make love. She is exceptionally wet and randy. 

We sit back and relax. My hand sorts out the cushions. I draw out a pair of her panties. 

"What are these doing here?" I asked. 

"I must have dropped them when I was ironing" Patricia responds. 

"They are dirty! Have Bernadette and you been up to something?" I question. 

"No! What would we be doing?" Was the reply? 

I am suspicious.

It was my birthday. Patricia and Bernadette had arranged a surprise. They were cooking a meal; dinner for the three of us. 

During the afternoon I had gone out.

I returned. The meal was ready. 

"Wait there we have to go and change," Patricia says. 

I sip a glass of wine whilst waiting. They arrive back. My mouth falls open. 

They model in turn. Patricia is wearing a chiffon see-through blouse. No bra. A long wrap-over skirt. High heels. Stockings and suspenders. It is obvious no panties are being worn. 

Bernadette has a blouse. Most buttons undone. No bra. The side view showed full naked breast. A skirt with side-slit to the hip. Stockings and suspenders. No sign of panties either. 

They both looked gorgeous.

Patricia was sat opposite me. Full frontal. Virtually naked breasts. Bernadette to my right. Naked breast. Erect nipple. 

The food was incidental. How could anyone concentrate on such an unimportant thing?

Through out the meal they both teased me incessantly. They both served me. My hands roamed up legs and thighs. They did not mind. They seemed to encourage it. My cock strained against my trouser leg.

The meal was finished. We sat on the sofa. I was in the middle. 

My right arm around Bernadette; my left around Patricia. My right hand was fondling Bernadette's right breast. My left hand was on Patricia's left breast. Their hands were stroking my thighs. My bulge was large; the feeling rampant. 

We were like this for ages.

Suddenly up jumps Patricia. 

"Say goodnight to Bernadette, come upstairs, and join me!" Says Patricia. 

She leaves the room. 

Instantly, Bernadette unzips my cock. Her mouth is upon it. I kneel down before her. I lick her vagina. I cannot control myself. I thrust my hard cock up her. She is extra excited. Her climax is loud. My sperm shoots within her. She seems to suck me empty.

I mount the stairs. Patricia is there in the bedroom. She grabs at my prick. Her mouth engulfs it. I fear she will smell Bernadette's juices upon me. She does not seem to care. Patricia mounts me and shags me. 

If this is my birthday. Let it happen more often.

Some years later; Bernadette fills in the stories. 

"What happened?" I asked " That night I went to meet Sam, and returned early." 

Bernadette replied. 

"After I got there and you had gone Patricia says lets watch a blue video. It was about lesbians. I found it very erotic. I was getting excited. Patricia asked me 'What is it like to have a lesbian relationship?' I found the video and her extremely exciting."

"I did not respond to her question but slipped my hand in her blouse. She wore no bra. Her breasts heaved under my touch. Her hands were all over me. She undid my blouse. It was stripped off me. My bra followed suit. Her hand was rubbing my nipples. I enjoyed it immensely. Her mouth was on my breast. Pleasure flowed within me. I slipped off her shirt. I loved the texture of her breasts."


My Loving Wife



The evening breezes are gently moving our bedroom sheers as we enter the room after putting Joy down for the night. Already, given the encroaching fall, the night is getting darker earlier and earlier and there is a hint of October frost in the air.

We spent the day as a family driving in the country and stopping at country farms along the way to gather some of the fall crop. We filled the trunk with fresh vegetables of all kinds including a couple of dozen ears of fall corn.

Our last stop of the day was at a pumpkin farm where you picked your own. Joy was so excited as we half carried and half chased her from one giant gourd to the next. We finally settled on a nice sized 8 pounder and also bought her a miniature one for her room. She was so excited, she babbled to that little gourd all the way home as if it was alive! We revelled in her joy and in each other.

Now it is our time, my darling. I had my shower as soon as we got home and you soaked in a long relaxing tub while I tucked our darling tired babe into her bed. She was out before I turned out her light.

As I enter the hall to our room, you come out of the bathroom; you smell so wonderfully of soap and freshly scrubbed hair and you are wearing my favourite full-length almost sheer nightie. Only the thin spaghetti straps secure it to your body and I can see the roundness of your breasts profiled through the gossamer material. You turn and smile at me and hold out your hand as I walk towards you. Already, my cock is tenting my silk boxers that I am wearing under my short silk robe.

As we enter our large master bedroom, the cool air causes your nipples to harden instantly and press eagerly against the thin fabric. I stand before you and cup your heavy breasts in my hands and thrum each nipple with my thumbs as I bend down to kiss you gently on the lips. You taste of strawberry with the balm you use to keep your lips tender and the smell of your scented body drives me insane with desire as always.

Your hands are meanwhile busy releasing the sash of my robe and reaching down inside the front of my boxers to grasp in your soft hand my throbbing shaft. I drop my hands from your breasts long enough for you to shed my robe over my shoulders and down my arms to the floor. My boxers slide down my legs as well as your hands push them over my hips.

I stand naked before you and you are still fully covered in that silken gown. This is soon remedied as I slide the thin straps over your shoulders and down your arms until the thin shift lies at your feet in a shimmering pool.

Before I can reach for your breasts again, you have slipped to the floor and I feel the warmth of your breath as you blow softly into my pee hole. My cock twitches in your two soft little hands as it stiffens to its slim 7" length. You hot tongue encircles my head and the tip of that warm instrument teases itself partway inside my urethra as it laps up the stream of precum flowing forth there from.

I look down into your eyes as you open you mouth wide and slowly engulf most of my length into your hot mouth while your tongue continues to lave the sensitive underside of the heavily veined shaft! I moan with pleasure as I take your hair in my hands and I slowly begin to fuck your mouth. With each of my hip movements, your miraculous mouth takes more and more of me until your hose strikes my pubes and I feel your throat open to accept me. We are still gazing into each other's eyes and there is lust and love there.

You pull back until only the head of my cock is locked between your lips and you start to stroke me fast and hard – your saliva and my precum are all the lubrication needed – as you suck madly on my cock! Just as I feel that I am going to cum, you squeeze the base of my cock tightly and the feeling not only subsides, my cock softens slightly. You then take me to the edge twice more; I am becoming crazed with lust and need to cum.

Then, with a pop, you release my dripping cock and as you rise to your feet, you push me back onto our king sized bed. Urging me to lie on my back in the middle of the bed, you quickly straddle my head with your knees and, grabbing my cock with both hands lower your mouth once more to its delightful task.

Right above me is the glowing pink of your wide spread pussy and it is dripping with drops of your own sweet cum generated by the arousal you felt at what you were doing to me only moments ago. I can smell that exotic aroma of you and my hands grip your buttocks as I pull your nether lips to mine. I start with one of your outer labia, sucking the dewy moisture from it and savouring the taste that accompanies it. I growl deeply in my throat as the nectar soothes its way downward. You echo those sounds around my cock as you slowly stroke and take its length into your mouth.

I know that tonight we will complete our pleasuring of each other in this manner and am, as usual, pleased and delighted. I love these times when we concentrate on mutual oral gratification to the limit! I continue to suck your outer labia and then move my tongue to the centre of paradise and plunge it as deep as I can. Your hips buck as your muffled cries signal your first orgasm and I am rewarded with a gush of sweet honey cum rushing into my mouth; I swallow greedily as I continue my assault on your steaming pussy.

As you start to move faster on my cock – with hands and mouth – I replace my tongue with two curved fingers reaching for that special spot. At the same time as I touch you there, I find your engorged clitoris and start to suck and nip on it. This drives your over the edge in one massive orgasm that starts you spraying cum into my mouth and overflowing on my face! I continue to pursue those tender sensitive spots as I feel myself reaching the edge.

My cock is buried fully in your mouth and your hands are massaging my balls when I cry into your deepest core and I explode my all down your humming throat. You take it all in and this triggers several aftershocks in your own inner self and I taste your issue over and over.

Finally sated, we turn into each other's arms and kiss deeply and lovingly, tasting ourselves and each other before be fall into an exhausted sleep.



My Loving Wife



Do you remember what your childhood when you imagined what the perfect life would be and who you would marry? 

Well, mine was the fantasy perfect wife. She would be loving, beautiful, caring, a nymphomaniac, great cook, a wonderful mother, a playboy pinup, and a porn star that would fulfill every one of wants and desires. 

My fantasy met reality when I met Amanda. Amanda is THE perfect woman, but most of all, mine. She is the object of every fantasy and desire you could ever have or want. If I can think it up, she will gladly perform it, the epitome of the perfect wife.  

Does she have her flaws? Yes, I am sure she does, but I can't see them. What do mean, you ask? Here is an example. Our sun has sun spots correct? Next time it is a nice bright day, try going out and looking directly into the sun to see the sunspots. You know they are there, but you can't see them cause of the brightness of the sun's rays. Just like my Amanda, I know she has some flaws, but her perfection is so overwhelming that it overshadows any imperfections that might be there. 

To start off on how we met, we were introduced through a mutual friend and had known each other for quite some time before anything started between us. Late one night when neither of us could sleep, we started talking on the computer and, one thing led to another, and the topic turned more to a sexual flirtatious nature. 

Nothing overly sexual at first, but as time progressed, so did the talk of sex. I saw her in a whole new light. 

My first sexual encounter with Amanda will be forever etched in my mind. It is often the topic of thought when she isn't around and I masturbate thinking of her. I had been sick and running a fever and she offered to come over and check up on me. I was in bed and she was so loving and nurturing to me while I was delirious with fever. 

I have always had this desire for a mothering type woman in my life, and here she was taking care of me. I was so turned on by her being there, and in my mind she seduced me. If you were to ask her, her recollections would be a little more on the mutual side, but in my mind, I like to think that se seduced me. 

It started with a peck on the forehead, then a hug, then a couple of kisses on the cheek, and before we knew it, we were locked in a passionate kiss that had both of us moaning with desire. She took my pants off, and proceeded to slowly tease and toy with me by caressing my inner thighs and stomach. She took my cock in her hand and stroked it while kissing me with lustful abandon and our tongues dancing together like two snakes in a mating dance. My hand had worked its way up her stomach and trying my best to feel her tits that were hidden in her bra. Once I had undid her bra, she took her shirt and bra off while smiling at me and leaned over to put her tits in my face so I could lick and suck on her tits. It almost broke my heart that she took them away from me only to watch her kneel down in between my legs and look me in my eyes with wanton desire and took her mouth and tongue and proceeded to lick and suck me in a way that no woman had ever done. 

I found out that day what a perfect blow job was. She moaned and sucked on my cock like she actually enjoyed and wanted to get me off. I couldn't hold out much longer cause of her expert mouth and the moans and whimpering that was coming from her like she wanted and needed nothing more than me cumming down her throat. As I bucked my hips to meet her mouth, I shot my cum down her as she kept moaning like she was getting off just sucking me dry. As my hard on was subsiding, she licked the base of my cock and my balls from any cum that might have accidentally escaped her mouth. 

She sighed like she had just gone without water for 2 days and got her first refreshing drink. Later on, she told me that she loves nothing more than sucking my cock. It is horrible to have to endure one or two blowjobs on a daily basis, but what is a guy to do?

I do have a confession about my wife that I haven't shared with anyone till now. I know this sounds funny, but I have never fucked my wife. Yes, you heard me correctly, I have never fucked her. Now, making love to her is a totally different story. That is done between us more on an hourly basis than a daily basis. Yes, not only did I marry the most beautiful woman in the world but it turns out I married a nympho too. 

Making love to my wife is a totally different euphoria than fucking. If you have only experienced the act of sex (fucking, if you will), you are only experiencing a one side of a multifaceted dimension of the sexual experience. Let me equate it to food. Next time you sit down to eat your favorite entrée, blind fold yourself and put a clothespin on your nose. Try eating the whole meal that way with only your taste buds to be your determining factor on the satisfaction of the meal. There are so much more that goes into the mind process. Start with the visual presentation of the meal, including color and texture that determines if it is first desirable. Then you have the aroma that goes along with the taste. It takes all the senses to make the perfect meal. Same goes with the act of lovemaking. 

There is the love that is between both of us that we want nothing more than to fulfill every desire that each one of us has. It makes every sexual experience more fulfilling than the last time. Amanda is my drug, my every want and desire. 

I know that most guys fantasize about other women at every opportunity, but I can't seem to do it. Have you ever had your favorite brand of something only to try the knock-off brand? Yeah, it's just not the same. My sweet beautiful Amanda, yeah, it's hell having to come home to her every night after a hard day at work. 

If you are thinking that my wife is not into anything kinky, man, are you wrong. She has done things to me that would make a porn star blush. You name it. Any sex position I want. It is like a smorgasbord of sex with her every day. Doesn't matter what it is. Porn, she is the first to get the tapes out. She loves to make homemade sex tapes of us and it was her idea. Anal, toys, DP with toys, sex stories, and we even have done a few threesomes with her licking and sucking other girls. My goal every time is to try to outdo how many times she cums from our previous record. 

I always leave it up to her to which way she wants me to cum. She says her favorite is sucking her pussy juices off of my cock and it mixing together with my cum as I cum down her throat. I still don't get what she loves about the taste of my cum, but I am not arguing. 

Her favorite still is her getting on me with my dick in her pussy while she rides me and alternates between shoving her long nipples into my mouth or moaning how much she loves me and how much she loves my cock as she cums over and over while riding it. All I have to do is lay back and enjoy the view of the most beautiful and loving woman riding my cock and try my best not to cum too quickly. 

After all this time, Amanda can still get me hard by just looking at me and smiling. Nothing else, just smiling at me. It gets me hard just thinking about her. 

My most favorite thing to do with her is let her control me. Rape me and make me do anything and everything that she wants with no thought of my wants or emotions. Only problem is, that's what she wants too. 

I love it when she gets controlling and tells me exactly what she wants and how she wants it. One of her favorite things for me to do is no matter where I am at, all I have to do is bend her over and move her panties to the side and slide my dick into her hot wet pussy and have my way with her till I cum deep inside her. 

Have you ever made love to your wife in every room in the house? How about every sex position in every room in the house? It's harder than you think, no pun intended. 

If you ever wonder what you get when you cross June Cleaver, a beautiful pin up model, a nymphomaniac porn star, loving wife and mother, and your best friend? I do. Her name is Amanda and she is married to me. 



My Loving Wife



I suppose I should have suspected sooner than I did, but they say that the spouse is always the last to know. I think that it is more the case that a spouse has some amount of trust in a person he or she knows well enough to marry. So, that makes it easy to be blindsided. 

Sure, I am busy, but I did not notice any change in Lynn's normal routine. We all have routines you know, even if we do not think we do.

Lynn is pretty for a thirty-eight year old woman. She is five-foot two, and a hundred and five pounds soaking wet. She is a blue-eyed blond who keeps her hair in a kind of pageboy cut. She is a head turner! She is also a realtor, and makes a decent living at it. We have been married for ten years, and have a son and a daughter in elementary school.

We have always arranged our schedules to have one of us home when the kids, Adam (eight), and Jenny (six) come home from school. We decided early that we would not have "latchkey" children, who carry a key on a chain around their necks to let themselves into an empty house after school. Lynn is a doting mother, and is the one who helps the kids with their homework.

I am an aircraft mechanic, and can work whatever kinds of shifts fit with parental responsibilities. I am five-eleven, and am about one hundred seventy-five pounds. I get a lot of exercise and play baseball in a local beer league. The work is manual, and keeps me active since I am a shift chief.

I am not an aggressive person—more of "live and let live," but I let no one push me around—I stand up for myself and for my loved ones. As a formerly active Marine (no such thing as an ex-Marine), I know how to push back! You can call me Mike—most people do, although I like the way it sounds when Lynn calls me Michael.

I guess it's logical to think that someone still as young and pretty as Lynn might attract some male attention out in the world. And, probably also logical to think that she might flirt back sometimes. Some of my friends and co-workers have always told me how lucky I am to have Lynn, and just how interested they might be in her if she were single. I have always taken the complement, and have never worried about the risk.

Tonight is Saturday night, and Jan and Paul are over for dinner and drinks. They are good neighbors and good friends, with whom we seldom keep secrets. After dinner, Lynn and Jan are out on the deck, and Paul and I are sitting in the kitchen having a beer.

I notice that Lynn and Jan are engaged in a kind of serious but hushed discussion about something. I pointed the neck of my beer bottle in their direction, and asked Paul casually,

"What's up with that? The girls look like they are up to something. Any ideas what it is?"

Paul became immediately defensive and replied, "What do you mean? I-I'm sure it's nothing. Why? What are you saying Mike?"

"Damn, Paul. I'm just asking a simple question. Forget I asked."

Paul manages a nervous smile and said, "Hey, sorry man, just a little edgy these days, stuff at work you know."

With kind of a furrowed brow I answer, "Sure, no problem buddy."

We laugh it off, clink bottles, and continue a more normal conversation. But, my attention is occasionally drawn back to the girl's animated conversation, especially since Jan stole a knowing glance at me a time or two. Shit! I am letting my imagination run away with me. So, I get up and twist the caps off a couple more, one for Paul, and one for me. Bottled beer is much better tasting than that canned shit—my view of it.

I may be just a working man but I do have a college degree. I like working with my hands and fell into this when the local job market became a little short on demand for English majors. Ah well, what the hell! Life is good: pretty wife, two great kids, and no money worries—not really. Then my mind circles back to Lynn's and Jan's secret little confab—just something about it bothers me. But, I decide to forget it ... just for now.

The rest of the evening proceeds about like normal, we put on some music, I dance with Jan and Paul dances with Lynn we laugh joke, and the girls talk about their kids, school and just wifey kinds of shit. At the end of the evening, we part ways as we always do, with my making a friendly and innocent pass at Jan, and Paul doing the same with Lynn.

Lynn and I clean up, and get ready for bed. We do not exactly fuck like minks, but we have a nice and active sex life, and we get together more nights than not. Last night was a "not," so I am looking forward to a little nookie tonight. Lynn showers, and dresses in a T-shirt and panties—her normal nightly attire. Damn, she looks so hot!

By the time I slide into bed, Lynn is already there and curled up facing away from me. I spoon up behind her, and she says sweetly,

"Oh Michael, not tonight honey, I am bushed! Tomorrow night, I promise. Goodnight sweetheart!"

I do not answer her, but just turn over trying to get some sleep myself. Sleep is not coming. I lie awake trying to understand her mood tonight. Her conversation with Jan crossed my mind again. Gauging from Paul's strange reaction when I mentioned it, there must be something going on that I am not supposed to know about. It is not near enough to my birthday or anniversary for it to be a surprise party or anything like that. 

I actually do fall asleep—eventually. When I wake up the next morning, I find Lynn curled up behind me with her arm around me. My movement awakens her, she kisses me on my neck, and she rises to get ready for her day. It is Sunday, but she has an open house today so she will be gone for most of the day. Sunday night goes about the same, with Lynn finding some excuse to be too "indisposed" for sex.

We just cuddle and kiss a little and she falls asleep with my arms around her. I manage to get a hand up into her t-shirt, and onto her pert little apple-sized tits. Damn, I really love feeling her up! Her behavior earlier tonight seems normal, except I do catch her talking quietly over the fence with Jan—a conversation that ends abruptly when I walk over. Jan gives me a nervous smile, turns and walks into her house.

Paul works where I do, it is Monday and this week he is on the same shift, but heads another crew. I meet him for lunch, and after some introductory bullshit, I become more direct with him.

"Y'know, Paul, I am getting the distinct impression that there is something you, Jan, and Lynn know that I do not. Or am I just being paranoid?"

"Don't ask me anything I can't answer, and anything you do not want to know, Mike. You know how it is with Jan."

Paul is henpecked. I always thought that Jan kept his balls in a Mason jar on her dresser. But, she does share with him everything she hears from her various friends, and threatens to deny him off sex if he tells anyone. So, I am not pushing it with him, to keep him out of trouble with Jan. Actually, he has already answered my question. 

We finish our lunch and our conversation in a more normal manner. Just did not want to fuck up his sex life—any more than it already is.

I take a little time toward the end of shift, and call a private investigator to satisfy my curiosity. A "PI", I guess you might say. I give him enough information to keep an eye on Lynn for a while, just to see if my suspicions are correct. I vow to keep things as normal as possible with Lynn and the kids, until I have some answers.

What if I am wrong? The thought crosses my mind.

According to the PI, this process will take about a week or so, and I will get a full report, along with pictures—if there is anything requiring pictures. So, life will go on usual I guess. 

Jan and Paul decide to go clubbing on the next Thursday night, and they ask Lynn and me to join them. It is great fun. I love music and dancing and am having a good time. We find a table near the dance floor, and Lynn and I dance to quite a few numbers in between drinks. She looks so sexy tonight in a tight short dress, and heels.

After a while, two nice-looking younger guys approach our table, and asking if we would allow Lynn and Jan to dance with them. Paul and I were just starting another beer, and resting a little, so fine—we let them dance with the girls.

The only strange thing was that their partners take them over to a rather dark part of the club. Since they are both together, I thinking it's nothing to worry about. Paul and I talk, mostly about work, whether he is ever going to get his Honda Gold Wing back together, and if he needs help with it—just that kind of stuff. 

It looks like the girls are going to be gone for a couple of numbers with these guys. I did notice that Lynn, Jan and their partners have disappeared from the dance floor for some minutes, and assume it is to get some air, since the club is rather warm.

I didn't bother to check on them since I caught sight of Jake, my PI at a corner table, sucking on his seltzer water. I notice that he disappeared about the same time. I figure I will get the report later if there is anything to report. On a whim, I catch up with him in a back hallway, and ask him to add Jan to his surveillance.

"Gonna cost you extra, white boy!" he said.

"No problem. Just put them both on one report for me."

"It'll be another day or two with another subject. Give me until Wednesday or Thursday next week, and I will give you the whole report on both subjects, with photos, timelines, and complete summary of my findings."

"Okay." I answered.

This means that I have to wait nearly another week to find out my fate. I am either going to be fighting to see my kids, or embracing my loving wife with a clear heart. I rejoin the party, and Lynn and Jan have returned to the table in time for a last slow dance with their husbands. 

Lynn was very warm and romantic, I danced her into the darkest part of the club, and slid my hand down over her little round ass, and she moans a little when I press my fingers into the crease between her butt cheeks, and rub her a little.

I squeeze her buttocks without being too obvious about it. It is obvious to her though, gauging from her reaction. My cock is getting hard dancing with her, and I make sure to press it into her. When I do, she squeezes in closer to me, lays her head on my chest, and draws her arms in closer, also presses them against my chest next to her head. She moans quietly, with a satisfied smile on her face. When she does that, I move my hands up a little, one on the small of her back and the other a little further up. She purrs like a contented kitten!

On the drive home, she is so turned on, as she takes my right hand and puts it on her inner thigh high up. I let my fingers explore her buttery-soft inner thighs, and she opens her legs a little to give me better access. As I move my hand up under her dress, I expect my little finger to touch her panties. Instead, I feel soft moist naked flesh. When I register some surprise, she smiles and coos,

"I took them off in the ladies ...a little present for my darling!"

I am speechless, and I do not want to spoil the moment by saying the wrong thing. I let my fingers explore her wet folds as she leans back and moans loudly. It was awkward, but I manage to get a finger up inside her, and then another. She is breathing in little huffs, and after a few more minutes, she stiffens, and shudders into a very nice little orgasm. She takes my fingers out of her pussy, and draws them across under her nose.

"Mmm, I smell sexy tonight!" Then she starts sucking her juices off my fingers as if they were a cherry Popsicle, and she continues,

"You are so getting laid tonight, big boy!" 

I decide not to question where her arousal came from, and just go with the flow. This sexy behavior is nothing new for my unpredictably adventurous wife.

I pull into the driveway, open Lynn's door, and as she rose get out, I close the door behind her. I push her up against it, and kiss her passionately. My hand slides up the side of her legs, and raising her dress enough to expose her pussy to anyone going by. I jam my hand into her crotch, and she pushes herself into my hand as she mauls my lips noisily.

"Let's go inside, lover!" she says breathlessly.

We hurry to the front door, once inside without closing the door, I unzip her dress and she lets it slip from her body. I kiss her again standing in the open doorway; she is dressed only in stockings and heels. 

Shit! It was then that I remember that we have a babysitter to deal with, or I might be fucking her right there in the doorway. A single light was on in the kitchen providing what little light there is downstairs, and Sally awakes on the couch when she hears us come in.

I reach for my wallet, pull out fifty bucks, and hand it to a very wide-eyed teenaged babysitter. My wife is not embarrassed being seen naked by Sally, and as she starts toward the stairs, she stops and brushes her tits against Sally's blouse as she reached over and gives her a kiss on the cheek. She smiles at the pretty but stunned eighteen-year-old girl and says,

"Thank you Sally honey, hope the kids were no problem."

"N-no, Mrs. Ah, um, they-they were f-fine. Goodnight Ma'am."

Sally lives at the end of our block, so I walk her to the sidewalk in front of her house, and wait until she is safely inside. When I return to the house, I find that Lynn is still in the open doorway with the streetlight shining on her naked body. When I approach, she turns and bends over at the waist to retrieve her dress giving me and anyone else, a view of her perfect little ass, and glistening pussy.

"Lynn, you are a bad, bad girl."

"Mmm! Yes I know, and I need to be spanked!" I swat her hard on the butt and answer,

"Upstairs then, Lynny!"

She registers her pleasant surprise at the hard smack with an "Ooo!" and a smile.

I scoop up her tiny frame in my arms, close the front door with my foot and carry my sexy bride up the stairs. The look in her liquid blue eyes is saying to me, "Fuck me tonight!" My cock is straining against the fabric of my slacks, and as I carry her upstairs, she took it into her head to reach down, unzip me and relieve the strain. cumstances. I throw her on the bed, and don't even bother with stockings (she lost her heels on the way up stairs), I just want her the way she is, with all of her sweat and womanly juices and aromas intact. I happen to like the taste of her skin ... natural ...musky.

The combined perfume of her sweat, body lotion, and natural female musk, make for a very heady and erotic cocktail. We had taken care of the foreplay in the car, outside of the car, in the doorway, and on the stairs so we are definitely ready for the main event.

We have to be careful not to wake the kids, but she grunts and flexes her hips to push up against my thrusts as I fuck her hard.

"Oh yes! Oh God! Oh Mi-Michael, fuck me baby. I want you inside me so hard!"

I grant her wish, and she shudders through two orgasms, one on top of the other, until I finally stiffen thrust into her hard and deep and release inside of my sweet wife's petite body. I grab her tiny buns, and pull her to me to keep myself in her as long as I can as she continues to shudder. 

We lay in each other's arms, with our sweaty bodies slipping and sliding together, and trying to regain control of our breathing and heart rates. I just look down at this pretty, tiny woman with her florid face aglow, sporting a satisfied smile. I could not believe that she could ever be harboring some dark secret that might tear us apart.

I just could not!

After I soften enough to flop out of her, I roll over on my back, and she turns over, lying half across me, with one leg between mine. She falls asleep well fucked, leaking, and still in her disheveled stockings. The booze, dancing, and sex have taken their toll on my little lady. She curls her up on one side with her arm still across my chest with her sweaty, hard little tits pressed into my chest. 

What is the reason for this sudden passion after a few nights of begging off sex with me? Did her handsome young dance partner and fellow fresh air enthusiast have anything to do with it? 

Okay, now I really am being paranoid! I decide just to admire the little form curled up to me. Fast asleep, she looks angelic ... like a sweet teenager again. I lovingly brush the hair from her forehead and kiss her sweetly. Tonight is wonderful, but I am worried about how long it might last.

I am going to get a report from the PI in a few days or so, and it will say something ... but what? With Lynn so peacefully lying up against me, I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I am thinking to myself, 

"What the hell have you been up to, little girl?"

What are my options if I get bad news from the PI? I know that I will not be able to stay with a cheating wife ... not even one as lovely and compelling as Lynn. 

God, I am so crazy about this little girl! 

I love the feeling of her soft little hiney in my hands, and of her brushing her pert puffy nipples across my lips. I just cannot imagine anyone else plundering her amazingly tight little pussy. How can I even imagine another set of male hands on her tiny buttery soft little ass?

I am just hoping that all would be fine. Something deep in the pit of my stomach is telling me that I am in for a very unpleasant surprise, one that will force me to make a very ugly decision. I really do not want to dwell on this, but can't get it out of my mind. 

I move Lynn off my body, and get up. I reach down and kiss her naked little ass, and pad into the bathroom for a sleeping pill. I am not a junkie, but Lynn has some pills, and I decide to take one to get some sleep. 

The next day (Friday), everything is routine, but I am still thinking about the appointment next week with Jake. I am dreading that meeting. I fall asleep with Lynn. 

It is now Saturday morning, I can sleep in, but have too much to do around the house, so I get up with Lynn, and make her breakfast. She has an associate sitting on the property she is showing, so we both have the day off, except for her just checking in with the property. She suggests a quick nine holes, so I decide to put my chores off until tomorrow.

She is upstairs after breakfast to shower and dress. After she enters the shower the water running, I decide to strip and join her. She turned around quickly when the door opens, 

"Michael! What are you doing?"

Without answering, I push her up against the wall and kiss her hard. I soap up my hands, and run them down her back, and over her ass. I was going to make sure my little wifey was nice and clean. My hard and soaped-up cock slides easily between her legs.

"Michael! What are you ... um ... oh, god that feels so good." She says as my hands curl under her ass and fingers poke into her crotch. "Oh, Michael!" she continues as I slid a slippery finger around her little asshole. I continue with my attentions to her clit and pussy lips.

I turn her around facing the wall, soap up my hands, and reaching around her massage her breasts, paying a lot of attention to her puffy nipples. She was moaning loudly as my soap-lubricated hands explore her front from breasts to mound. She grabs the sprayer, and moves it over her body to rinse off. 

She directs it right into my face and then my crotch as she giggles at being such a brat. After a short water fight, she runs out of the shower, and into a couple of warm fluffy bath towels. I continue with my shower, and follow her. 

Our playful behavior was nothing new; we were always loving and playful with each other. She has a naughty side and the true heart of a little brat at times. With my towel around my waist, I take one of her towels, and dry her hair, as she strips the towel from her body and pats her skin dry. She spins around and kisses me.

"Thank you Michael darling! I'll get the kids up and you make us some breakfast please."




My Loving Wife



I gave her a rather unmilitary salute for a former marine and said, "Yes Ma'am!"

After breakfast, we get the kids ready to spend the day with their friends, the children of Paul and Jan while Lynn and I throw our clubs in the car. As we arrive at the neighbors to drop off Adam and Jenny, I thought it queer that Jan pulls Lynn off to the side with a kind of serious look and they talk in almost a whisper for a moment. Lynn seems to be reassuring her about something, and she comes back to me.

As we left, I asked, "What was that all about?"

"Oh, Jan is just a little paranoid. It's nothing, just girl stuff."

I decide to drop it. This weekend I have decided to enjoy my ignorance, and revel in being married to my pretty Lynn. So, we are off to the golf course. We just have to stop by the house that Lynn is showing, to check on her associate. The house is beautiful. It should bring Lynn a handsome commission just for listing it.

Her associate Marie is talking to a young man who looks to be about twenty-five or so. He is somewhat familiar to me, but can't get a fix on where I might have met him. If he is part of Lynn's agency, I might have met him at an office party or something. I thought that there was something weird about this guy's reaction to seeing Lynn with me.

We shoot nine holes, I end up with a forty-three (seven over par), and Lynn is ahead of me by two strokes. She is a ten handicap and a little better golfer that I am. We share a beer at the clubhouse afterward, and I am just enjoying looking at her. Her face, flushed from the sun and exercise, gives her a rosy glow. It makes her look even prettier and I didn't think that was possible. She is subdued, but sweet and attentive to me. 

Why is she so attentive?

She teases me about her win, and I have to own up to the truth of the matter. I reach across the table, kissed her saying, "You were better than I was today, Lynny honey. But I'll get you next time." The bet was ten bucks a stroke, so I pull a twenty out of my wallet, and hand it to her.

"Mmm, fat chance my darling! And ... nice doing business with you!" was her sunny reply.

I just look at her as if I am seeing something new. Lynn is so amazingly pretty that I have caught myself looking at her like this before. Just Lynn at different times, in different lighting, but very subtle differences only I can detect, knowing her so well ... loving her so well. She suddenly looks up and asks, 

"What? What's wrong honey?"

"Nothing. You just look so beautiful today, Lynny!"

"Oh, sure. With my hair blowing around, and sunburn, I'll bet I look wonderful."

"Yes, exactly right!"

She blushes and smiles, lowering her eyes. We talk about the game; all of the good shots and those we missed. I tease her back about putting her drive on the third hole in the creek, and watching her strip off her shoes and socks, wading in to retrieve her ball. I helped her out, and in bare feet, she turns and drops the ball over her shoulder. 

She looked like a little girl playing in the creek ... she could have been twelve, and chasing frogs. Our little Jenny is the very image of Lynn, and she will look just like her when she is older. She will be the joy of some young man's heart someday, just as Lynny is of mine.

Lynn is a genuinely sweet woman, and if she is fooling around on me, it will be the saddest day of my life if I have to give her up. And, what about Adam and Jenny? Would I deprive my kids of their mother? Would she deprive them of their father? These things are on my mind as I admire her from across the table. 

Lynn notices my faraway look, and turns her head a little with a curious look, but decides not to intrude on my private moment. She instead looks off into the middle distance, likely with private thoughts of her own. I would give a million dollars to know what they are!

Until I know anything for sure, I am determined just to live my life and love my wife, but I know it is going to be difficult. I am frightened ... terrified ... about a decision I might have to make. I know it will break my heart.

That night after we put the kids to bed, I thought I needed to talk to Lynn; I was going crazy. We sat in the kitchen sharing a cup of coffee. Lynn looks so lovely perching on her stool, wearing only one of my over-sized shirts with panties. I know that I am going to be clumsy about this, but have to say something.

"Lynny honey, I had such a wonderful time with you today. I am just feeling so good about my life ... about our life. I would be devastated if anything happened to jeopardize it."

"W-What are you saying, Michael? What could possibly jeopardize what we have honey?"

"Um, nothing I guess ... I hope. Look honey, I just want to say, um ... to tell you how much I love you. Lynn, you are the light of my life and I would be lost without you."

Lynn puts her cup down, pushes it off to the side, and takes both of my hands in both of hers, looks me straight in the eyes and says, 

"Michael, I know that you love me. You tell me that in the million things you do for me all the time, without making a big deal about it. Little things, but I notice them and I love you too my darling."

Damn! She undid me. My eyes are welling up. Shit! I'm a former Marine for God's sake ... we're supposed to be tough. But, this petite beauty got to me. She is very good at that. I was completely at a loss for words, so she continued in a soft and sincere voice,

"Michael. The children are asleep, take me upstairs and make love to me."

I stand and move to her side of the table. I pick her up in my arms to carry her up to our bedroom. As I stand with her in my arms, she shudders slightly. Her arms gently encircle my neck, and her eyes are as wide and round as I have ever seen them. We continue to look deeply into each other's eyes until I place her on the bed. She started to undress, and I stop her.

I pull my knit shirt over my head, and reach down to open her up myself. She is still wearing a button-up shirt of mine with the sleeves rolled up nearly to her elbows, with panties underneath. I unbutton the shirt, and open it like the petals of a beautiful flower. 

I remove her shirt, and her distended puffy nipples invite my touch. I place a kiss on each nipple as I slip my fingers into the waistband on her panties. She lifts her butt to help me and I pull her panties down and off her legs. Still holding her panties, I put them to my face and breathe her in. The sexual energy in the room is palpable!

She scoots forward to the edge of the bed, unbuttons and unzips my jeans. She pulled them down and I stepped out of them. Her naughty smile returns as she pulls my boxer briefs down and my hard cock springs from the fabric nearly in her face. She gasps audibly seeing my veined beauty reaching for her. She has to have it inside her. She lies back with her arms and legs spread, and softly says,

"Please fuck me, Michael. I need it hard tonight."

I move onto the bed and supporting my weight, I kiss her deeply and with passion. I again move my attentions to her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples to full erection as she starts to moan. I kiss her belly, her mound, and then suck her clit into my lips, massaging it with my tongue. Lynn is breathing heavily and moaning telling me what she wants and how she wants it. 

She is very hot ... wet.

"Please, Michael!" was all she said in an earthy, breathy voice.

I slide myself into her all the way in, with one long stroke as she gasped sharply and shivers,

"Oh, Mi-Michael!"

She stiffens into her first orgasm after just a few strokes, but I continue until I am fucking her with long hard strokes. Not to put too fine a point on it, but I am fucking the shit out of her! 

I know that she came at least one more as I pounded it into her as hard as I can. She is screaming at me to fuck her harder! I stiffen and ram my cock into her all the way, as I arch my back and explode deep inside my sexy petite wife. Still inside her, I roll to the side taking her with me until she is on top. 

I was still in her, but softening.

When I softened to the point where I could no longer stay with her, she looked at me and said,

"Oh no! You are not getting away with that dear heart!"

She scooches down, and takes my dwindling tool into her mouth. Her lips and tongue tease the head of my cock, while her fingers play with my balls. She lightly scratches the underside of my scrot with her fingernails. The she starts pumping the shaft with her hand as I start to become hard again.

She knew that I could reset quickly once, but not again without some time to recover, so she took me into her mouth as far as she was able, stroking me with her lips. I am so aroused watching ... and feeling her ... do this to me that I came in her mouth. Second efforts always bear a smaller amount of fruit, and she was easily able to swallow what I gave her. 

She loves doing this, and is very good at it. She cleans me up, bends down forward giving me a sloppy open-mouthed kiss, and I could taste the salty residue on her lips and tongue. We settle into just a very nice embrace, without a word spoken by either of us. Just hearts beating against each other, and breath shared through a very loose mauling kiss.

She lets me fuck her again before morning, after I properly service her private places with my lips and tongue. She insists on a cowgirl position, since this puts her in a position—in the saddle so to speak—to control attention to her G-spot, since she loves to come with me inside her. 

After I finish inside her, I turn to my left side, easing her onto her side with me still inside her, and we just fall asleep that way. The next morning it is Sunday. She takes over at her open house and I do my chores and a little maintenance here and there. 

After the final chore, an oil change to both cars, I am a greasy sweaty mess. I get a shower, and before Lynn comes home, I make supper for the four of us. We are both too tired for anything tonight, and just fall asleep in each other's arms.

Monday, I have the day off, but my darling wife has to go into the office. I make breakfast for three sleepy faces, and I kiss Lynn as she ambles out the door. I take the kids to school, and come home for a leisurely breakfast of my own.

I spend some of the morning thinking about the events of the past weekend. I was still heartsick, thinking that Lynn might be betraying me—no evidence, just a nagging feeling. If that turns out to be the case, her passionate lovemaking, although pleasurable, might indeed have been very cruel.

I may have the day off, but Paul does not. It is his shift on, today. At about mid-morning, I get a call from Jan. She is complaining about a clogged drain; and asks if I can help her. Jan is tall and slender, with small tits, but a very shapely ass, and long slender legs. 

I have seen her attract a lot of serious male attention out in public—particularly those long legs of hers in short shorts or a short tight skirt. She is very pretty of face, with short brown hair and honey-brown eyes. 

Jan is a stunner, no doubt!

I grab my smaller toolbox, and go next door to see what I can do for her. Jan is wearing a halter-top without a bra, and a pair of very short jean shorts which complement her shapely ass, and long slender legs. She does indeed have a stopped drain, and after trying to plunge, I determined that I would have to get underneath and pull the trap.

Jan kneels down next to me ... very close to me in fact on one knee. When she opens her legs a little, I can see into the leg hole of her shorts. It's clear Jan is not wearing panties. I remove some material from the trap; it looks like someone stuffed a pair of panties down the drain. After re-gunking and putting everything back together, I stood up to find that Jan had moved in so that I brush against her body as I stand.

I immediately move away a little, but Jan puts her arms around me to give me her thanks. She reaches up and kisses me on the lips. I put my hands on her shoulders to push her back a little.

"Whoa, Jan, just a 'Thank you' will do, honey."

"What's the matter Michael? Can't a girl give a big strong man a proper thank you for coming to her rescue? Don't you find me attractive Michael?"

"Jan, you are a very cute girl ... I think you know that. But if you are going to give me a hug, I'm more comfortable with it if Paul and Lynn are present."

"Can I at least offer you a neighborly cup of coffee or a beer?"

"It's too early for beer, but coffee sounds nice."

She turns toward the counter to retrieve the coffee carafe and a cup, so that her perfect little ass is nearly in my face. She turns and leans into me so that her crotch rubs against my arm, and she puts her arm around my shoulder and fills my cup. She sits next to me smiling as lifts her own cup to her lips.

"Michael, I do really appreciate you help. I am so glad that you and Lynn are neighbors and friends."

I smile, and give her a little tip of my coffee cup. Jan is a fox! If I had less scruples, I might have a fine morning of taking her sexy ass and long slender legs upstairs and fucking the shit out of her. Jan is a very sexy little animal! Actually, that image has crossed my mind before at garden parties. But, if I think I still have something left with Lynn, I will never do anything to jeopardize that. 

Plus, as attractive as she is, I have always considered Jan to be a "man trap" ... pretty poison if you like. I have more serious doubts about her fidelity that I do Lynn's. I have not doubt that she would love to have me take her up on her thinly veiled sexual innuendos this morning. I answer Jan's last remark,

"Yes, Jan. You and Paul are great friends, and you are a good friend to Lynn."

Jan smiles at me, and that smile tells me that she is resigning herself to not being able to tease my cock into her slender little pussy. I am relieved. I start to wonder if the problem is with Jan instead of Lynn. I am glad I asked Jake include Jan in the investigation. I thought about calling him today to see how soon I can get my report ... essentially, to find out my fate.

When I think about it, I remember that Jan has always been something of a flirt. When Paul and I trade wives for a dance at our little house parties, Jan always slips a slender thigh between my legs, and moves in and kisses me on the lips. Paul is lucky if Lynn allows him a peck on the cheek, and she keeps Paul at a respectable distance. It seems like Jan's hands are on my shoulder or around my waist whenever she can manage it ... even in front of Paul.

Jan backs off a little and we had a nice discussion about mundane things. After pouring us both a second cup, Jan's cell phone rings. She looks at the screen, and quickly presses the end button a couple of times to skip the call.

She wears a strange look, and after I finish my second cup, she seems intent on getting rid of me. I get up to go; she hugs me and gives me a kiss on the cheek,

"Thanks again Michael for coming to my rescue. It is so nice to have such a handy neighbor."

"No problem, Jan honey. Just let me know if you need anything else." 

I handed her the panties I rescued from the drain trap, "Here, I think these are yours." She takes them from me with a sheepish smile, as her face turns red.

As I walk out the door, I can hear Jan hurriedly pressing buttons on her phone, and starting a conversation in very hushed tones. It does not sound like she is talking to either Lynn or Paul. None of my business ... didn't give it another thought.

When I get home, I called Lynn at the office.

"Hi honey, I just called to tell you that I love you."

"Oh Michael, you are so sweet. You are making my day honey. I am just about to go into an agents meeting, so have to run." Then she hesitates, and in a hushed tone continues, "Thank you darling, and ... I love you too!"

No sooner do I hang up with Lynn, than the phone rings again. I recognized the number as that of my PI, Jake.

"Hello Mike it's Jake." (I already knew that!) "I have enough material to complete my report now, and I am just waiting for the photos to process. If you would like, we can meet at my office at say, two. Is that good for you?"

I am still recovering from hearing him talk about photos, but I snap out of it, and say,

"Uh, yah. Two is fine. I'll see you then."

After some cleaning up around the house, toys and clothes left around by Adam and Jenny... but mostly Adam, I put some soup on, for lunch thinking about ... photos. Photos of whom, and doing what? I know I am going to make myself crazy until this afternoon's meeting.

I am just puttering around the house trying keep my mind occupied and trying not to think about what I might find out. This is two days earlier than I expected, so that at least is a positive. I call Lynn at the office. I leave her a message that I have to pop into work for an hour or so, and ask her to pick up the kids from school. 

I jump into the car for what might be the last ride of my life. Especially since there are ... photos. I decide not to worry about it until there is something to cause worry. I arrive at Jake's office, and he meets me at the door, ushering me into a meeting room his uses to review cases with clients.

He throws a file onto the table, and I can see photos peeking out along with a sheath of papers. He clasps his hands together on the table, looks at me and says,

"You can read through all of the reports and look at the photos if you would like, but bottom line ... your wife is not cheating on you. At least not during the period I watched her."

"OH GOD!!!" I involuntarily exclaim raising my hands, as if someone has lifted a great weight from my shoulders.

"It's the other one, the skinny brunet. She is cheating on her husband, and she has tried a couple of times to involve your wife, but your wife refused during the period I watched them. In fact, your wife has tried to get her friend to stop."

"Jake, I can't tell you how relieved I am. I saw Lynn and Jan talking quietly several times, and every time I approached them, they would end the conversation or change the subject. Paul, Jan's husband acted like there was something I should not know. So you can see why I was concerned." I offer as rationale.

"Actually, I think the husband knows, but he is in denial about his wife's cheating from what I can see." Jake continues. "The pictures are mostly of the skinny one, Jan, and a younger man in a motel. Your wife is in some of them, but only as a friend trying to help a friend."

"What do you mean, 'friend trying to help a friend'?" I ask.

"When you were all out clubbing last week, both women disappeared with the younger guys they were dancing with. Jan was making out with the one she was dancing with, and I got the impression that the four of them knew each other quite well. The other guy was making a pass at Lynn, your wife, but she fought him off." Jake takes a sip of coffee and continues, 

"From what I could hear, he has tried to get to her before and they may have a history, but that night she made it clear that she was not interested. He tried to grab her and she kneed him in the nuts, and he quit and limped back into the club. Your wife berated the other guy, and grabbing Jan's hand pulled her back into the club." Another sip of coffee then, 

"Jan is fooling around on her husband, and most of the report is timelines for her: phone calls, motels, credit card receipts, meetings with the guy, that kind of stuff. Actually, there isn't much on your wife. She went to work, had lunch with clients and colleagues, picked up your kids from their school, and came home. But like I say, my report only covers the past week or so.

You spent a lot of time with your wife over the past weekend, so I concentrated on Jan. Jan met with the young man at a local motel, and she was together with him for two hours and twenty-three minutes." They left separately.




My Loving Wife



"So, what am I supposed to do with this information? Do I tell Paul? Do I give him this information, all the reports and photos?" I ask.

"Well, you paid for it ... it's yours, so do what you want. You might want to think about how this will impact Paul's marriage. I am almost certain that he knows, but then again he doesn't want to know. It is totally your call."

I stand up, button my sports coat, and look at Jake,

"You will burn all of this stuff, won't you?"

"Right." Was all Jake said.

In the car, I called Lynn, she was in the office and picked up the phone with her usual sunny greeting,

"Hi Michael, what's up?"

"Nothing! Just thinking today, that I have the most wonderful wife in the world, and tonight I am going to cook supper for her, put her children to bed, and make love to her ... all night long."

"Oh Michael, that is so sweet, I can hardly wait, darling! I have to go, see you tonight."

She hangs up, just as her burn phone rings.

"Hello, this is Lynn!" 

"Does he know about us?" She recognizes the young male voice.

"No darling, Michael does not know!"

END



My Loving Wife & Tom



This story supersedes "Tom Aids Older Couple" which was recently submitted but because of format problems was difficult to understand. 

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My wife Jan & I recently moved into an "over 55" subdivision and have enjoyed the lifestyle and activities. Our sex life was right on for our age but then I had radiation treatments for prostate cancer and things went downhill. For about a year I had no desire for sex at all. Jan was very understanding but obviously her pleasures were not being met. Then gradually my urge came back. I couldn't get totally hard but masturbation resulted in the most intense orgasms ever- however I was totally dry, not even any pre-cum! Even with my increased libido our pleasures were still very limited.

Tom and Jan, met innocently enough working out in our community gym. He was a very dedicated health nut who worked out regularly and had the physique to prove it. Being in mid-40's, divorced, and currently living with his parents while going to college, he was dedicated to retooling his life and keeping fit. Jan said he was very easy to talk to as evidenced to what he revealed to her. Now Jan is a real people person and is very interested in "life stories" but for some reason I felt this relationship seemed to go a little further.

They would meet early mornings at our gym with Jan doing her treadmill and Tom doing everything including aerobics and power exercises. I did notice she would always look very prim and appealing for an early workout. Did I detect going braless under her warm-up?

I finally met Tom at a community social and was impressed. He seemed young, virile and really built- about 6 ft and large all over. He brimmed with manliness. We enjoyed conversing and I mentioned how much Jan enjoyed his company. He seemed a little surprised, but did state what a pleasant person she was -- and quickly added "very attractive too" saying I was lucky guy. I agreed but went on to say how my physical limitations were no fun and I felt bad for my still vibrant wife.

Recently Jan, although totally committed to me, would check out other men and watch a lot of TV about adult relationships including hot guys. I am not complaining as she knows I have always had an eye for the women even though lately it has subsided. In my 30's I had a brief but sex only fling. I was forgiven.

One night after a couple of wines, Jan, seemed so uptight. I think I know why. I can't perform and missed our making love. Right? Absolutely not came her reply. Jan assured me "You are the love of my life!" We had great sex before radiation. We are also older now and all that love making was great at the time. Now we must adjust."

I countered with, "you don't have any thoughts of other men, even innocent ones like he's a good looking guy? Wonder what he's like in bed?"

After a little deep thought she purred, putting it that way, of course I check out guys but not in thinking of them in bed or visually undressing them like you men do with the ladies. 

Well my hot wife I know how much you love me but it's okay if you ever have that inkling, I'd understand. I just want to know you still love me, you'd be honest aannd discrete. 

Dennis, I can't believe you just said that! What's become of you? You want me to sleep with another man. I could never, never..... Cutting her off, I brought up my indiscretion years ago and how she forgave me. As much as that was the biggest mistake of my life, you forgave me. I must admit although it was wrong, I had to experience it and learned that although it was exciting, I realized you're my life. Now YOU are the horny one and that's ok. 

Lately I have been complimenting Jan on well she's looking since working out on a regular basis and eating right. I could tell she was pleased with my comments and encouraged her to work out even more frequently. My wife is now "pleasingly plump" no longer "heavy" and those large 38C but sagging breasts seem to perking up. She is turning me on despite my limited desire and potency. Every morning she loves to bare her breasts for me to fondle and suck plus often will drop her towel after showering- teasing me with a giggle. This is our sex routine for the day!

Realizing my predicament and wanting to please, she changed her strategy and suddenly became an aggressor in bed. She gave a good blow job but with no cum for her to savor. It was a one way street and was a lot of work to get me even semi-hard. The best we could do was for her to ride on my sleeve- aid, semi-hard penis or she would sit on my face and get off on me orally. Without my precum things were a little dry and I don't like KY. If eating pussy can be routine, this was. I felt she was somewhere else- looking blankly up and moaning while massaging her own tits and obviously faking her pleasure.

Once upon finishing, she rolled off my mouth and on to her back. "Jan, I really do think you're HORNY despite our efforts. You need some REAL love making." There was no response. This was a good sign. I knew she felt the same but was too loving to say so.

Then one day it happened. Our senior men's group was going on a cross town outing which included some museums and lunch. It will take most of the day. Jan seemed to act nonchalant about my day trip but something told me she was planning something herself.

She looked positively ravishing in her soft fleece tan warm-up as I prepared to leave. Taking her into my arms I could tell she was braless. After an unusually deep French kiss and a quick feel I walked out the door. She seemed flush.

Have a good day. "Oh, that's in my plans" she purred. "I have a good workout planned, then run some errands."

Parking my car at the club house, I was to ride with someone else but my intuition told me to stay.

The senior group left without me and I waited for what I was pretty sure would happen. Soon Jan showed up in her car and then Tom. They parked side by side. He checked to see if they were alone, slipped her a little peck on the cheek, then they entered the clubhouse gym confirming my suspicions were true.

Putting two and two together- her interest on how long I'd be gone all made sense. I quickly ditched my car, walked home and waited, gambling they would show up. Sure enough about an hour later they appeared. Tom was sweaty and dressed in some tight fitting shorts and a muscle top that showed off what he had- well almost...Hiding in the garage I had a great view. They stood outside the front doorway talking.

"Tom. This feels wrong. I feel guilty and I do love my husband but on the other hand he's right- I need a man and you, well you are sooo sexy and obviously interested in me!"

"Jan, yes, you really turn me on and I just want us to enjoy each other. We will have to be discrete, ok? -and we will stop anytime you say."

"I know, Tom, but I still can't believe you find me desirable; you could have your pick of any sweet young thing".

Jan, lets face it, I have this weakness for older women, especially full figure types. I love your protruding belly, your well rounded ass, your ample breasts, your full lips and you're a real flirt without trying. With you, I know we can just do it. No teaching necessary, no holds barred and no commitments.

From the cracked inner door I watched and listened. Once inside there was some small talk. Looking into each other's eyes, they tentatively came together. Tom held her head in his hands then gently kissed her lips. She now returned his kiss with some feeling. Suddenly their tongues were obviously entwined. Their bodies seemed to melt together. With that passionate kiss I knew that my wife's doubts had dissolved. His hands dropped and cupped her warm-up covered ass as she wrapped hers around his neck. Now his hands slid under her waist band, followed by some moaning and heavy breathing. "Tom, I wasn't sure but now I am". She then stepped back, smiled seductively, and slowly unzipped and removed her warm-up top exposing those full tits. I could not believe her forwardness- My shy wife! He looked mesmerized, then fondled each while pinching her nipples.

Now she turned in his arms, laid her head back on his shoulder, and pushed her ass against his shorts. Jan was wiggling against his body as his hardness grew. His hands cupped her breast from behind. Then his right hand slid down and disappeared under her waist band as he also nibbled on her neck passionately. "Oh Tom I can't take any more...I need you in me now"! His hands on her tit and pussy and the nibbling on her neck was like a three way. My "losing it" wife mumbled, I've never felt anything like this at the same time. She then pulled Tom into the front bedroom. The door closed!! DAMN, I won't be able to sneak a peek! Looks like listening will have to do.

With my ear to the door I could hear clothes being removed. Then- "Oh Tom, you are a very sexy man and mmm-and built! Your, your thing is so big and it's not even hard!" 

Tom hinted, "you will enjoy 'us'. Want to touch?" The answer was obviously yes as I could detect a male moaning sound.

"Oh my god, Tom, it's now sooo full and hard. Are you sure it will fit in me?"

"Don't worry , you'll find out in a few minutes but first it's my turn to do a little exploring of my own. I love your blonde hair and I've always wondered --do real blondes have more fun and now I see you are a real blonde."

I'm scared Tom, maybe this is a bad idea.. shush, just let me show you. Now relax. After a hesitation the next I could hear was the bed and Tom describing his journey. Your lips are like a sweet wine, hesitation, a sucking sound, "Oh Tommie, that feels so good." Yes, and to suck on both at the same time! More hesitation, I love your soft belly and my tongue in your belly button.

Now Tom was obviously shifting his body- and probably blowing on her pubic hair. Jan was now breathing heavy. Oh, that feels so naughty, please quit teasing me, please! I need you in me. "In time my little whore, I want to make love to all of you."

Further down he traveled. Do you like me kissing your knees? YES! How about your inner thighs? I could hear licking and kissing as he must be working his way up. I'm sure Jan was squirming with pleasure. She loves this and now was no exception. This listening only is becoming very erotic. I was suddenly totally turned on!

"Oh so good, keep going, ahhh yes, kiss me there, deeper, yes o'yes-right there. AAAAh, no, no- oh god Tommy, I'm commming!"

Even though I couldn't see I knew what Jan was doing. When "there" she would grab my head and force me even more into her pussy.

"MMMM it's so wonderfully hot down here and yummy, ummm - so hard to breathe....".he mumbled.

More slurping sounds, another pause and I knew Tom must be sliding up her body positioning his cock over my wife's waiting pussy.

"Are you ready my hot pussy??" Yes, yes I am so ready. Oh please, I need you in me. Are you sure, tell me again how much you want it. "I want it, I want it- I'll do anything , just -- Tommie, do it now. Fuck me before I totally lose it!"

Now I heard a shifting on the bed again. Her man had obviously positioned himself. I can picture it. Jan's legs are spread, knees up to her shoulders-exposing that waiting pussy. Now I bet Tom is over her and guiding his cock to her vaginal lips.

Then a lunging sound and screams of passion as they both consummated their union. Now they're sounds were guttural and loud as the bed squeaked continuously. Oh yes so good, right there, a little higher and deeper, please deeper. "It fits; your big cock has filled me up. Tom, Tom, Tom oh Tommie- ooooh, aaaaah. My clit oh I can't stand this, YES, god yes." She screamed as she obviously climaxed again and again- women are so lucky. Tom continued pounding up and down on the creaking bed. Each time he thrust in, Jan let out a short ah. This went on and on - he had great stamina and control. Jan was rearing up to meet him but not being use to such long and physical fucking- I could tell she was tiring. Don't you ever where out? Tom's answer was a speed up & sudden grunting (I knew he was stiffening and began spurting his load into Jan.) 

Now things grew quieter and their breathing subsided. Panting, Jan spoke, I never knew sex could be so totally good. You made me feel like a real woman again. 

"You did me in, cougar lady! You're so desirable and I loved every minute. You sure know how to please a man. This could get to be a habit but too bad we both have commitments..."

They must have been lying side by side as Jan spurted out- "Let's see, your 44 and still young enough to revive your manhood, right?"

"Well maybe but might need some help. What do you have in mind?"

How's this? Jan was obviously massaging his resting cock. After a minute or two- Look, it's growing, I love to watch it come to life. 

Then I heard sucking sounds and "my little whore, you've done this before- your hand and mouth know what they're doing- you win, baby."

"Look it's totally hard again. Now hang on as I want to ride and fuck your hot cock!"

I can picture Jan lining up her well fucked pussy, straddling an eager Tom, then sitting down on his hardness. oohh sooo sooo good you bitch.

Now the bed was creaking again. I imagine Jan riding on Tom's manhood as he rose up to meet her. Their hands would be kneading her juggling tits. Louder, louder, faster, faster then Jan screamed uncontrollably. Now it was Chris's turn - he let out a loud AAAAH as his final load spewed into Jan. Movement again and I couldn't believe this but the sound of a tongue and mouth sucking and lapping- my proper wife was "cleaning up" Tom! Wow, she's so hot- never realized...! Then more movement and they were kissing passionately. "Oh Jan, you sure know how to clean me off- what a cock sucker." Tommy, I love it when you talk dirty.

That late afternoon when I "returned" from my senior outing Jan asked me how things went. I made up some stuff and then casually ask her how her day went. She always likes to share her day's activities with me but this time she seemed a little up tight and was obviously having a hard time describing her activities. Wonder why? I let it drop.

Now in bed we exchanged kisses and goodnights. After a while I could tell she was having trouble going to sleep. Are you all right? Have a rough day? Need a massage? 

Silence then- "Dennis, remember how you encouraged me to experience another man especially since you 'had' Mary Carmen years ago?"

Now it was my turn. I really wanted to hear about her and Tom- felt a twinge of jealousy and yet turned on knowing that my loving wife had finally experienced sex with another man and was going to admit it. After a brief silence- Are you going to tell me you want to try it, I asked?

No, I mean yes-what I want to say is I already did it and you were right --It was what I needed but I felt so guilty being I love you so much. You are my life. My friend was only about sex.. I am sorry if you are angry.

Jan breaks the uneasy silence, well how do you feel husband, and do you want to know who?-please talk. She blurted out, "it was Tom". I acted surprised. 

I responded I am surprised, a little jealous, but strangely not that disappointed. I was hoping... The thought of you with someone else brings out the jealousy but it also turns me on and brings out some pride that others find you attractive. In case you don't know it, many men dream of their wives with someone else. There are times when I fantasize about you making passionate love with another man- with all the details. 

Jan then assured me women do check out "hunks" and maybe think about what they are like in bed and never visualize you with someone else but can now understand from your man's viewpoint.

Taking her in my arms we hugged, kissed and I got a little feel- as normal.

While we are opening up I want you to know how very sorry I am about my sexual performance. "No, No- you are fine. We are older, you have physical problems but I am happy..." Jan assured me. Jan, I am not buying that you are sexually satisfied and want to live happily ever after. I am relieved you took this big step. Never mind the past- let's look at now- we both still have sexual needs.

Two days later Jan came home from her workout -- we small talked and I ask her who was down there. Oh Tom was there but he won't be for long. He's about to graduate and has a job in South Carolina. I said "too bad- there goes my new love life!" What a strange thing to say- even from you, Dennis. Well it's true, I have regained much of my sexual desires with you because of your relationship with him." Get my gist? 

Dennis, are you saying you're sorry to see him leave because you want him to continue "seeing me" so you can fulfill your needs?

"Oh yes and yours too, Jan. Once I got by my jealousy and knowing our love remains strong- it's a no brainer. It looks like a win-win-win situation for all of us. I can't enjoy our old straight sex like before."

I want to agree, husband, but I'm just not comfortable with this. Tom, in addition to being a very good person, really makes me lose my inhibitions but I love you totally and just wonder if this got out?

"Well we've talked enough. Let's just let things happen. If you decide to get together with him again all I ask is to let me know before hand and I want to see you off." OK? My loving wife nodded a doubting yes.

On Saturday Jan said it was to be Tom's last workout and after he invited her to his parents' empty house for the weekend and a little going away party. 

Who's going to be there? She didn't know. " Well if I were him there would be you and you only!" Jan gave a weak smile but no response.

As the time approached she said "ok, what do you want to say before I leave?"

All I ask is have fun but come directly home after, do not clean yourself and wear these- handing her some new scanty peak-a boo black bikini panties- and no bra!

Jan just shook her head but said ok, only for you, but why?

Jan, a big part of what makes it for me now is the smell and feel of fresh sex. To inhale and taste is what really turns me on- ok? 

Ok, anything for my passionate but weird husband.

Hours later I heard Jan's car pull into the garage. My heart was pounding and I had this intense feeling in my groin.

As she walked into our bedroom I knew immediately my wife had just been fucked. She seemed flush, her eyes were glazed over, her smile was soft and subdued and she didn't look me in the eye. Her blouse seemed disheveled and only buttoned part way. Baby, your oozing with sex.. "Yes, I know, considering your ground rules," as we looked at her soaked panties.

Embracing in each other's arms, the smell of sex was everywhere. Well how'd it go? Tell me the details. Finally she gazed up into my eyes, "Dennis, I am so exhausted. Tom was very gentle but was also very passionate and knew he wanted me to totally enjoy and, well, uh, I, I did. He was all man --filled me twice and almost a third, which was a story in itself. What made it so good for me was how he uses his "thing," his eagerness to please, and he had so much energy! Our afterglow and satisfying each other orally was delicious. 69 was fantastic. That' all I'm going to say."

You've said enough my little whore. Now I want to complete our night.

Standing facing each other I slowly began unbuttoning her blouse exposing her full tits. I just love "Eny & Meny". "So did Tom, he loves to suck on them together..." That's an advantage of being so built!

Off comes the blouse and now she unhooks her jeans. I am on my knees facing her crotch-very slowly pulling her jeans down. She then steps out and exposed the see- through bikini panties that were totally soaked holding in all that cum. I grab her ass, pulled her to my face, and deeply inhaled the fresh cum smelling panties. Again and again I inhaled and tasted with Jan's hand encouraging me from behind. I moaning with pleasure, then pulled her bikini off, savored it in my mouth and stood up.




My Loving Wife & Tom



After I got my fill of her panties, our tongues intertwined and I gently pushed her back onto our bed with her legs hanging off the end. I opened her legs and rested them on my shoulders exposing her inviting pussy. "Oh Dennis I need you down there- like Tom...." then she stopped. Now naked, my eyes feasted on her swollen pussy whose lips were still covered with milky cum. What the heck, I'm not into some other guys cum but my inhibitions were gone and I was suddenly lapping up all the sticky sex fluid I could. It tasted foreign at first, then surprisingly sweet and tasty... Jan was going into orbit! "Oh my you sure can eat pussy. Please oh please nip my button- yes, oh yes, not too hard, that's it oh my god ooooh, aaaah, gooood- yes, yes. DENNIS, DENNIS"!

Suddenly my feeding frenzy was too much for her. She pushed up against my face, stiffened and had one big climax. The last of Tom & Jan's cum seeped into my waiting mouth. 

Finally exhausted and still breathing heavy, we untangled and collapsed in sheer joy and exhaustion.

Dennis, you may not be totally healthy but orally you suffer no such problem.. We both laughed at her observance although I suddenly felt my cock stirring and hardening. Jan also spotted my growth. Oh, oh, lets try. She reached down and gave me a little hand massage, then followed with her mouth. Suddenly she straddled my chest, positioned her pussy and sat on my waiting cock. It's been so long and feels so good. Jan leaned over me grasping the beds headboard with her tits swinging in my face. I craddled them in my hands, and loved sucking both nipples together as she rode my cock moaning continuously.

Oh, honey, this feels sooo good,- go faster, faster. Her hips were grinding into my pelvis. Suddenly I was there. No eruption but the most intense climax ever. She climbed off my chest and immediately tongued her female cum off my deflating cock.

Tom did leave and we settled back to our "dry" sex. We used a dilto, watched movies and lots of oral. I even used one of those fake strap-on cocks. All was fun but not the real thing. Even though coupling with Jan on top was great for me, she missed that climatic eruption that filled her pussy with the warm sticky stuff. I could sense some disinterest when banging. Oh well, this is better than nothing.

A few months later Jan came home from working out with a big grin on her face. "Guess who's back in town visiting his parents? He was at the gym working out- I couldn't believe it!"

Sounds like you've really missed him. I'm jealous! 

He updated his life, has a good job and is about to get married. I am so happy for him.

Glad to hear he's found himself but I'm disappointed he can't "help us out" any more. Too bad.

Well since you brought it up, he did give me a sexy kiss and said he's won't be married for another month- and if I'm interested he's still turned on by older women.

Sounds like a promising finale is in line. It should be something really special. Like what? Jan quizzically asked?

How about the three of us get together and see what happens? 

Dennis, I don't believe you are thinking along those lines! 

No, I didn't mean let's have a threesome orgy. Since he's only free tonight invite your "friend" over for drinks. He seems like a nice guy and this can just be an innocent social evening maybe celebrating his engagement. If things loosen up we will just go with the flow. Doesn't hurt to ask.

Reading between the lines, Jan said she would invite him for tomorrow evening.

Tom gladly accepted- "would be great to see my work-out friend again."

Tom arrived promptly at 7 with a bottle of Merlot. I greeted him at door --like an old lost friend. "Jan has told me so much about you and your interesting life". Tom responded "Well we have one thing in common- Jan is one nice lady- you are a one fortunate guy."

"Our" lady appeared in an off the shoulder peasant blouse with a loose plunging front that made it clear she was braless. We both tried to act uninterested but when she gave Tom a greeting hug and squeeze, all bets were off.

Wow, look at my wife. Doesn't she look like a cuddly teddy bear? 

"Ah, Dennis, Well put. I for one would love to cuddle with her..."

Sounds like fun but first let's sample some wine.

We sat on the couch with Jan in middle. The wine went quick, then a 2nd bottle. We were feeling no pain.

I reached over and began rubbing my wife's head. Oh Dennis, you know how I love this. With a head nod, Tom joined the fun from the other side. Double rub, how wonderful- it doesn't get much better than this. To get in a better head rub position, she leaned over which also provided us with a full view of her cleavage. No words were necessary. "This is the best," Tom responded. Oh, I think not, Tom- let's do a full massage. Just think four hands working her over. Want to give it a try our little teddy bear?

Jan's answer was to stand up, take each of us by the hand and lead us into our bedroom and king size bed.

She removed her slippers and demurely laid down on her stomach, legs spread. "Now promise to behave yourselves," she mumbled.

We promise to concentrate on the massage and would stop any time she said. With Tom on one side he began working on her shoulders. I moved down and began chopping her calves and then thighs. Jan responded like she was having an orgasm. "Please don't stop, this is wonderful- so relaxing, ahhhh, yyyess, perfect you guys."

After a few minutes I mentioned that massaging feels better without clothes.

Normally, I don't think my straight laced wife would agree to a naked massage by a stranger and her husband but the wine had done its job and Tom was really no stranger. 

Ok, but you guys please leave the room while I get ready.

Returning, she was spread eagled on her stomach with only the panties between her and the world. Her 38C's were mashed into the bed as we began our erotic massage. I motioned for Tom to start at the bottom and I took her head. He at first chopped up and down her legs then began to knead her inner thighs. Now he was at the edge of her moistening panties and her ass crack as her breathing became more strained. He lingered at the panties and "accidently" a finger found a home in her ass crack then slid briefly under those wet panties. "Tom, you're getting familiar there but it does feel good." You want me to stop he asked? Again, no response met NO.

I suggested there is only one more thing to do to complete the perfect massage? Again with no response, I gently rolled her over on her back exposing her inviting tits. She just stared at us and smiled weakly --totally uninhibited. 

Tom now was visually raping her. His eyes devoured her barely covered pussy, soft pouchy stomach and jello- like breasts. His massaging hand now "accidently" pushed against her mound and pussy. Soon he was knuckling her love hole. Jan was suddenly stiffening and beginning to lightly buck up and down. No words were spoken just some very heavy breathing and moaning.

I was busy with those twin globes, sucking and biting her hardened nipples but Tom had really taken over below and suddenly I felt he and my now slutty wife needed some privacy.

Ok Tom, this old body needs a break so I'll leave the rest of "massage" to your imagination. They didn't object as I stepped out of our boudoir but left the door ajar. 

After a drink I quietly returned to the ajar bedroom door. Knowing Jan's privacy I'm sure she would have closed it completely except this time she must have wanted me to watch her making it with Tom....

Peeking in, Jan was on the bed on hands and knees, with her ass up, a beautiful site as any man would know, and inviting Tom to take her doggie style. This was probably his idea as we never attempted this position before. I couldn't connect well from the back.

With back to me, Tom now guided his massive cock between her legs, under her ass, past the panties and to her pussy's opening. Ready? He asked. I was surprised her panties were still on.

"You know I am- please oh please I want you now!"

With that request Tom grabbed her hips, positioned his cock and began plunging into her with much force. "Tommie, that's so good, I'm totally filled, yes, yesss, keep it up, you've found my button, aaahhh-don't ever stop."

And he didn't, on and on they went, faster and faster, their bodies glistened with sweat, breathing became more labored. Jan, now screamed passionately as one climax after another raced through her body. Suddenly Tom took a deep breath and with one final thrust pulled her to him and cried out oh my god, oh I'm THERE as he seemed to have obviously climaxed.

He backed off and just stood there. His magnificent cock had begun to shrink but not very fast. Jan rolled over on the bed also totally fatigued. After a quick knock I entered. "Looks like the massage went well- you guys must be spent but happy." Naked, I griped my now cock "Wife, I need some pussy right now." Jan opened her arms and legs, I was on her immediately and fucked my tired but hot wife to my ultra-extreme but dry climax. Tom was amazed but strangely turned on.

Later we relaxed on the side of the bed. Nude, Tom & I had nothing to hide - Jan couldn't take her eyes off our "packages". My passionate wife who just performed like a slut but was too shy to bare all- still had on her panties but laid on her back, legs invitingly spread.

Our small talk turned to sex, partners, fidelity, and what turned us on. When it was my turn I mentioned what turned me on was my wife being sexually satisfied no matter what, as long as I know she loves me and honesty is part of our relationship. But what REALLY turns you on? Jan asked. If you must know the ultimate is the smell and taste of sex," I responded. "Straight fucking use to be great but really no longer because of my limitations."

My pushy wife keep on. So then, you love most the taste & smell after sex? "ya, but the problem is I lose all desire soon after finishing. Then I threw in. That's why I like to see you with another man." What do you mean? She countered. "I mean I'm excited in anticipation that I can taste and enjoy his cum mixed with yours in your pussy since I'm dry." Jan then had a suggestion. Why don't you try going directly to the source. I'll bet Tom would love cummin in your mouth. Tom chimed in "I'm willing, Dennis has been a real understanding about our relationship and I'd love to pay him back!"

That's not what I had in mind-I am not into guys. I'm not gay.

Jan then reminded me "Remember Barbara and that night I felt sorry for her and we had great sex. I loved trying something new but never doubted I loved men." "I don't know..." trying to back out of this proposition.

"You're always pressuring me to try new stuff --well put your head where your mouth is! You can please Tom and it would turn me on, if your mouth can hold him, and you will get the best cocktale ever!"

At this moment I thought why not. My wife is right. It's a win-win-win situation. It may be better than I think- but he's so big. Then I realized this guy had just emptied his huge load into my wife and in this short of time had nothing left. When confronted they both had a sheepish grin. Dennis, his climax was faked just for you. We both wanted you to get your reward and knew your craving for cum so...

"You did this for me- well what can I say except- I'm ready."

I got down on my knees in from of "our man" and starred at my goal. His hard cock was much thicker and longer than mine. Now it was laying between his legs in a semi-flaccid state but beginning to show life. If Jan can, I can. 

Tom put his hands behind his head, spread his legs, and said "it's all yours."

With a deep breath I gently took hold of this big cock with both hands, massaged it slowly, much to his pleasure, then lowered my head. This is as close as I've ever been to a cock. Pre-cum was beginning to seep from his slit. With a deep inhale, I savored the pungent, appealing smell. Now I gingerly touched it with my tongue and tasted cock for the first time. A spongy rubber like feel that suddenly became irresistible. I was oblivious to everything else. There was no Tom or no Jan, just me and this irresistible penis. I hadn't planned on this but suddenly my tongue was exploring its head, poking my tongue tip into his oozing slit, then down its length. Still damp and smelly from sex, I couldn't believe how desirable this cock was with its protruding veins and trimmed pubic hairs that tickled my face. I now gently took turns sucking each of his balls- WHAT AM I DOING? Tom grunted and I could feel his hand urging me on. Oh this is so hot, so good.

Having totally explored this luscious organ it was time. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, and guided his cock ever so slowly into my mouth. It was ½ inch in, ½ inch out, one inch in, then ½ inch out. Now in deeper and I hesitated. My strained mouth was adjusting. The deeper his penis slid in the more I wanted to gag but slow was the key. Finally it was buried in my throat as far as I thought possible. I realized it had just been embedded in my wife --the taste was his and hers. Tom was oohing and aaahing and I could feel him pulsing in my mouth. Jan was also turned on --fingering herself as she stared at the action.

This was not how I wanted him to finish- I wanted taste fresh cum on my lips and tongue.

Pulling my head back, it popped out of my mouth. Now I pointed it just above my mouth and I began to jerk him off. Faster and faster. Tom braced his arms on the bed, leaned back, and moaned loudly. Jan was also in some state of euphoria as she watched. Suddenly I felt him stiffen and I knew what was coming. Quickly I pulled his cock to my mouth and opened wide just as a big wad of his warm milky cum spewed onto my tongue.- then another and finally a smaller third. Never had I ever experienced such a wanton, forbidden moment. I wiped the goo stuff off my lips and sucked it off my fingers into my cummy mouth, savoring its forbidden taste. Yes, oh, yes, aaahhh I was suddenly having a full but dry orgasm as I swallowed but I let some of Tom's cum dribbled down on my penis-finally cum down there-I jacked off enjoying Tom's sticky stuff like it was mine. then licked my fingers clean!!! I doubt I could ever top this...

"Well, how was it?", Jan asked. I smiled with some of Tom's cum still caked on my lips- "soo delicious, soo good. Thank you both." I am totally satisfied.

Later Tom and I shook hands, he winked and said maybe again some time.

Tom left the next day probably wondering how he could top this and how will Becky respond to such extreme sex because he loved it.

Jan has had her "other man" and it was a lot more than she bargained for. She realized that despite my sexual handicap I was still viral and wanting of sex with few limits. She knew this could open the door for future encounters and experimenting despite our age.

As for me, I proved to my wife I still need sex despite my problem, I have definitely found my new sexual craving and that may even have to include an occasional cock if attached to the right guy. Straight sex was my thing but now being limited, I am learning to adjust.

What is the perfect moment would be my just fucked wife standing before me wearing only a shorty robe open in front revealing a pair of cotton bikini type panties full of someone's cum. With Jan's urging, I'd then bury my face and mouth into her crotch savoring the contents.



My Loving Wife Ch. 02



Michael's worries are about to become real. 

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Note: I had not intended to make this a multiple part story, but to end it with the twist at the end of the first part. Due to the many requests for a righteous ending, I am adding two more chapters. This one will develop the plot further, and the final chapter will be the resolution ... whatever that might end up being. This part switches scenes often in order to move all of the players along, so look for the "~ ~ ~" indicators for the changes. The point of view continues from the end of Chapter 01, as third-person omniscient, a dispassionate observer who sees all. All of the action takes place from Monday morning, to early, early morning Wednesday. M142. 

***** 

From Chapter 01: Monday, about two-thirty in the afternoon: 

"Hi Michael, what's up?" 

"Nothing! Just thinking today, that I have the most wonderful wife in the world, and tonight I am going to cook supper for her, put her children to bed, and make love to her ... all night long." 

"Oh Michael, that is so sweet, I can hardly wait, darling! I have to go ... see you tonight." 

She hangs up, just as her burn phone buzzes. She jumps up and closes her office door. 

"Hello, this is Lynn!" 

"Does he know about us?" She recognizes the young male voice. 

"No darling, Michael does not know!" 

Chapter Two: 

She thinks for a second, "How did you know I was talking to Michael?" 

"Happen to be walking past your office door. Tomorrow, at the house then?" asks the male voice. 

"Yes Tony, tomorrow at the Larkin house." Lynn says nervously. 

Lynn's heart is pounding from the sexual excitement of hearing her lover's voice, and from the guilt of lying to Michael, her faithful husband, and father of her children. She is thinking about the last part, biting her lip a little and asking herself, 

"What the hell am I doing? Michael is such a great guy, and a wonderful husband ... but Tony is so big. Am I really going to risk losing my family just to enjoy a large cock? God, I love the feeling of him inside me ... filling me up as Michael never can ... but I love Tony's eight-and-a-half-incher up inside me." 

Lynn slips her burn phone back into her lower desk drawer, under a stack of papers, and sits back in her chair. She closes her eyes, thinking about Tony, pulls her skirt up to her waist, massages her silky inner thighs and pushing her panties aside, slips a finger into her engorged moist slit. With her office door closed and locked, there is no question of interrupting her during a few minutes of self-pleasure. 

She is thinking about Tony as she slides her finger in and out, and in and out. She can hardly wait to get to the house on Larkin Avenue, the one she has listed but unsold. This house is semi-staged, meaning it has some furniture in it to give prospective buyers ideas of how the house might look furnished. 

One of the upstairs bedrooms is staged and has a large bed and some other furniture. She and Tony have been careful about washing the sheets at the house after using them for their trysts. Tony is young, about twenty-eight, married with no kids, and he has an immense cock that is thicker than Lynn's wrist. She is petite, and had some problems accommodating Tony at first, but when that large organ was all the way inside her, she was hooked. She had to have him again, and again. 

She shudders into a very nice throbbing finish with her finger still inside her. She pulls it out, and passes it under to nose. She loves the smell of pussy; she and Jan have become a little bi-active when they are alone. Jan gets so wet it is incredible, and her aroma is intoxicating to Lynn as she pushes her face into Jan's sweet pussy. 

She continues her thoughts as she straightens up to leave for the day, "Michael wants to make love tonight. He says that he wants to do it all night, but if I give him one really good one, maybe I can feign a little headache and just roll over to save something for Tony tomorrow." 

Michael's six and three-quarters inches is no match for Tony's much longer and thicker size. Tony's wife must be in heaven every time to makes love to her. Then she remembers that Tony told her that Betty is not into sex, having come from an uber-religious upbringing. 

She felt bad at the club, pushing Tony off, but Jan told her about Michael's conversation with Paul (Paul tells Jan everything ... or else!), and she noticed the large man sitting by himself at the club sucking on a club soda. Really? Had to be a PI, likely hired by Michael. She would have to be more careful. 

Actually , that night at the club is what got her thinking that she was getting tired of Tony, that he is kind of an asshole. She started to realize then how much she really did love Michael. He is intelligent, considerate, and a world-class father to Adam (eight) and Jenny (six). Michael is the man with whom she wants to grow old, and to enjoy their grandchildren. 

Tony is arrogant, but handsome ... and he has that large cock! Actually that is about the only thing Lynn likes about him ... that beautiful prick of his. She loves to touch it; it feels so good, so warm, so heavy in her hand. The feeling of that muscle sliding into her body is indescribably pleasurable. She will not always want Tony and she will get her fill of him, but she wants him for now. Plus, if she fooled Michael's PI once, she feels that she is smart enough to fool him again. 

Michael took the rest of afternoon off. He is whistling to himself in the car, on his way to buy flowers for Lynn. She will likely run by her 'for sale' house on Larkin to check on things before coming home, and Michael wants to be home to make supper for her and the kids. He bought some small candles to use later to set the mood for lovemaking with his pretty wife. He is a happy guy! 

~ ~ ~ 

Jake is still in his office, and he destroys the copy of everything he had prepared for Michael, but leaves his office copy out on his desk for filing away later. As he picked up his coffee cup, it knocked Michael's case folder onto the floor. The large African-American PI bent down to retrieve it, and noticed something he may have over-looked on one of the photos that splayed across the floor. He looked at the photo, and said to himself, 

"Damn! Didn't notice that!" 

It was a small thing, but in a couple of the photos from outside the club, he now noticed that Lynn pushed the tall dark-haired man away, but it was more of an intimate gesture than just fending off a pass. That proves that she knew the guy; someone who was supposed to be just a casual dance partner at a club. 

"Shit!" He said to himself. 

He told Michael that he really didn't have any evidence of cheating by Lynn, but now he is wondering if he screwed up. "Shit! The bitch made me in the club I'll bet!" He mutters to himself, as he picks up the papers and photos, 

"I better have Janice take a look at this file." He mutters as he works out in his mind what to do next. 

"I'll have to call Michael, and let him know that I am giving this case another look at a reduced rate, and will throw in my time for free, but Janice can do the following and direct observation ... she is better at it than I am, and Lynn does not know her. Plus, she blends in a lot better than some big ol' lug like me." 

~ ~ ~ 

Michael texts to Lynn that he will pick up the kids from school, and help Adam with any homework he has. Jenny is only in first grade and doesn't have any homework, but Adam might have some math. It is actually just arithmetic, but they don't call it that anymore ... they call it "math." 

After ten minutes, Lynn texts Michael back, 

"Thank you, darling! : )" Complete with keyboard smiley-face. 

~ ~ ~ 

Tony comes home, and almost immediately gets into the same old arguments with Betty, about being gone so much, and his habit of turning off his phone in the afternoons for several hours, 

"Tony, what are you doing, that you need to turn off your phone? Have you found another admirer for that monster yours? Who is she this time?" 

"Drop it Betty. Why do we have to keep going into this, Just because you don't like it, you think I am screwing around?" Exasperated with his suspicious wife Tony continues, 

"What's for supper?" 

~ ~ ~ 

Jake gives his associate Janice a call. 

"Hey, darlin' was'up? I need you for a case. How is your load right now?" 

"Hey big guy! A case huh? Husband or wife?" Janice answers. 

"This one is a clever little wife. It was a case of mine, but I think I screwed up and she made me. I'm thinking that, that fine little ass of yours might be a little more discrete darlin'!" 

"Oh, you silver-tonged devil, you know that flattery will get you ... everywhere! I can take the case, but I will have to shift a few things first. I can come over tomorrow at, say, nine o'clock to see what you have." 

"Nine's good!" Jake agrees. 

"See you then, lover!" Janice says with a sexy smile that Jake can't see over the phone, but reads it from her tone of voice. 

~ ~ ~ 

"And then you divide this number into this one here, and you get six, okay Adam? Look at some of the other problems, so I can get dinner started." Michael ruffles Adam's hair and starts to turn, to go downstairs. 

"Okay, Daddy. What are having for supper?" 

"Ham steaks with scalloped potatoes in cheese sauce. Sound okay?" 

"Mmm, goodie Dad ... Mom likes that stuff, huh." 

"She sure does sweetheart!" Michael says to his young son with a chuckle. 

Michael starts cooking, making sure the ham gets into the oven with the sliced potato and cheese casserole. He mixes up some greens for a salad, and puts on some corn to steam. He likes to cook, and he and Lynn have a very good routine going on, sharing responsibilities with the kids, the house, and the cooking. He is thinking that Lynn would be an absolute fool to mess around, and risk what they have. They are so good together. 

Adam has his homework done, and Lynn comes in, to a very familiar aroma emanating from the general area of the kitchen. 

"Mmm, Ham and scalloped potatoes Michael? My favorite! You are the greatest, darling!" 

She kisses him, and kisses Adam and Jenny and they all sit down for dinner. 

~ ~ ~ 

"So, what's going on with you and Lynn these days Jan?" Paul askes his wife. 

"Nothing you need to worry about, girls argue sometimes, we're still friends. Skip it Paul!" Jan answers. But Paul presses another gripe, 

"Are you sure you have to go out again tonight honey? I was hoping we could just spend a quiet night together. Who is it tonight?" Paul asks. 

"I told you that Hillary and I had tonight planned for weeks. I need to get together with the girls, just as you have your little get-togethers with the guys. And, it might be late, so don't wait up." 

"The 'girls' huh?" Paul asks sarcastically. 

"Yes, Paul ... the girls!" Jan insists curtly, ending the conversation. 

Paul decides not to press it further with Jan. He doesn't get sex very often from Jan anymore, but doesn't want to jeopardize what little he does get from her. He is sure that she is meeting a male friend tonight though! 

~ ~ ~ 

Michael and Lynn put the kids to bed, tuck them in together and give them each a little kiss goodnight. Coming out of Jenny's room, Lynn runs her hand over Michael's muscular shoulder affectionately, happy that her husband works so hard, and finds the time to stay in shape. Outside in the hallway, Michael takes Lynn in his arms, and kisses her passionately. 

"Oh, Michael!" then in almost a whisper, Lynn says, "Make love to me tonight darling." 

"Why don't you take a nice warm bath, Lynn honey, and I'll be waiting for you." Michael says to his pretty wife with a sexy smile. 

Lynn walks into the bathroom, and does not need to turn on a light, since there are lit votive candles lining the vanity, and the corners of the tub. "Oh, Michael!" Lynn says softly to herself in admiration of her husband's thoughtfulness, but with a twinge of guilt. 

She unbuttons and removes her silk blouse, then her bra, and takes a moment to slide her hand over her breasts, pinching her nipples to hardness. "Ohhh!" she moans with the light touch to her very sensitive breasts. She wiggles her firm little ass out of her expensive skirt, and pulls her panties down and off. She runs her hands over her petite shape, front and back, and teases her clit and her vulva with light fingertip touches. 

She sits on the edge of the tub pushing her stockings down her thighs and over her curvy calves, as the tub fills with warm water and frothing up with bubbles. She slips her tiny foot into the water, then the other, and then her body, as she settles into the hot water. It feels so good to her, and she starts a little tickle to her pussy lips until she shivers into a very nice pleasant orgasm. She is feeling very sexy tonight! 

Michael takes his shower in the bathroom off the kitchen. He is dressed in a silk shirt and casual slacks. Michael laid out some very intimate, very lacy, very white lingerie for Lynn to wear when she finishes her bath. Lynn takes her time and when she finishes, she comes into the bedroom wearing a towel, and using another to dry her short blonde hair. She shakes it out, and it falls into her cute pageboy style. She looks at her trousseau laid out by her husband, and smiles. 

"Oh, Michael darling ... they are beautiful! I love them!" 

She is as giddy as a schoolgirl as she lets her towel drop and gives Michael a whole body hug, wrapping her right leg around his left, completely naked. He kisses her as he runs his hands over her back and her little ass. She giggles as she puts on the lacy bustier; stocking clipped into the snaps hanging from the bustier and then puts on the lacy boy-shorts panties. 

"You know that that's the way bad girls do it honey ... panties over the garters!" Michael teases her. 

"Oh, you are making me feel like being a bad girl tonight, Michael." Then with a naughty smile she asks, "do you like bad girls my darling?" 

"Holy shit!" Michael says involuntarily as he took in the totality of his sexy wife in all of her new lacy underthings. She slowly nods, giving him a sexy smile and simply says, 

"Exactly right!" as she puts her hands on her hips and relaxes a knee to strike a sexy pose for him. 

His pretty and petite wife looks amazing in the lacy things Michael picked out for her. Michael also brought her red roses, and put them in a vase on the dining room table for supper, but saved one long stemmed beauty, to place on the bed with her white lacy things. 

Michael blows out three of the four candles he has in the bedroom for atmosphere, leaving a small one in a far corner flickering for just the right effect. Michael is a working guy, but he is also very romantic. Lynn has always appreciated that about him. 

She slides onto the bed, sits in the middle of it with her legs crossed, and picks up her rose, putting it to her nose to breathe in the aroma. She looks at Michael with a sultry look in her eyes, and crooks her little finger for him to come to her. 

Michael does not need a second invitation, and slides in with his shapely wife. He removes his trousers and his shirt, leaving his dark blue sport boxer briefs on, with the yellow stripes around the waistband. 

"Ohhh, someone is getting very excited, Michael!" She says, admiring his increasingly tenting crotch. 

Michael slides in and immediately lowers his face between her legs as she opens them for him. He slides her panties down and off, and puts his hands underneath her to life her up to his face. Her mound protrudes has he holds her up, and he starts with light kisses and licks to her already engorged clit. She starts to moan deeply, and becomes a little jittery as he continues with his attentions to her. 

He spreads her cheeks with his hands, and licks her pretty, puckered rosebud. She gasps as she breathes in deeply, and starts to release it in little huffs. 

"Oh, Michael! Please fuck me darling. I want to be fucked hard tonight!" 

Michael continues with his oral attentions to her, as she shudders into a strong orgasm. He moves up to her face to kiss her tenderly, and as she throws her arms around him she can taste her pussy juices on his lips ... she loves her smell and taste. 

They kiss and fondle for a long time, and when he senses that she is getting ready with sharp shallow breaths, and fast heart beats, he kneels on the bed for her to remove his briefs. She pulls them off, and lays back spreading her legs wide for him. He takes a few seconds just to take in the view, staring her her perfectly shaped pussy lips, already very moist. 

He rubs the head of his cock over her nether-lips, to tease her a little, and when her moaning increases, he slides it into her all the way, and she shudders and convulses in a very strong orgasm. He holds it in as her sweet violence slows, and then starts stroking her smoothly. She wraps her legs around him, as he fucks her with his special rhythm. 

Michael has a way of rubbing his pubic bone against her clit going in, and sliding the head of his cock across her G-spot on the way out. This always drives Lynn into frenzy very quickly. She can feel the electric tingle in her buttocks, as she strokes her harder and harder. Her breathing and building sexual tension reach fever pitches and she explodes into an earth-shattering orgasm, so strong that it scares her. 

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Mi, Mich, Michael, Oh, Oh, God, Oh my, God!" she babbles something else that is unintelligible, as she works hard to regain control of her senses, her breathing and her heartbeats. 

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Michael, Oh darling, That, was, be-beyond, a, amaz, amazing!!" 

Michael came hard deep inside her in response to her monster orgasm and is trying to get control of his breathing as well, as his groin is electrified releasing his built-up sexual tension. 

"How are you doing, my lovely?" Michael asks, checking on the condition of his lace-laden bride. 

"Oh, Michael. I love being fucked by you darling. You really know how to use that little thing!" Lynn says breathily. 

"Little thing! What do you mean little thing, honey?" 

"Oh, Michael you know what I mean, you have a wonderful, beautiful cock and I love it. It was just a ... an affectionate euphemism, Michael. You have a very nice sized cock honey and I love it ... I need it!" ("Shit! I'll have to be more careful!") Lynn thinks to herself. She tries to change the subject, 

"Wonderful sex always makes me hungry. How about you, Michael." 

Michael gives her a kind of sardonic smile, and says with just a touch of sarcasm, 

"I'm the one who likes the munchies after sex, Lynn honey! Remember?" 

"Oh, I know that Michael." (Shit! What is he up to? Guess I have to not tease him about his prick—I really do love it!") She thinks. 

Since she made hot love in her lacy things, they are sweat soaked, and she is boiling, so she undresses, and puts on a short silk robe. Michael puts on his shirt and his boxer briefs. 

"You check Jenny, I'll check on Adam." Michael says quietly as they tiptoe into the hallway. 

"Let's check on them together, Michael." 

They quietly open each bedroom door, placing little kisses on the cheeks of their children, and re-cover them with blankets kicked off during the night. They quietly creep out, and slowly close each door. ("Well, at least I am a good parent!") Lynn thinks to herself as they creep downstairs to the kitchen. 

Michael pours a glass of wine for each of them, as Lynn toasts some English muffins, spreading cream cheese on them with a slice of tomato on each one; a favorite snack of theirs, and a mainstay for them after sex. 

Lynn smiles at Michael and says, "Michael, you really blew me away tonight." She shudders a little and continues, "See? I am still tingling!" 




My Loving Wife Ch. 02



"Well, at least my 'little thing' his good for something, right!" Michael's tease has just a slight edge to it. 

"Oh, Michael, don't tease me. You know that I love your strong handsome cock. And you know how to use it, my darling." 

"Yeah, I'm pretty good aren't I?" Michael continues to tease. Lynn hesitates for a moment then says to Michael, 

"Michael, I want to get naked, and just cuddle with you tonight. I had a long day at work, and I have a slight headache. Okay." 

"Okay, honey. Take something for it, so you can sleep." 

"I will." 

~ ~ ~ 

Tuesday morning: 

At exactly nine o-clock the next morning, Jake answers the bell at his office door, and Janice walks in and gives him a hug on tiptoes. 

"What's up, Jake honey?" She says to her big friend and sometimes lover. 

"Here take a look at this case file, tell me what you think." Jake does not want to influence her, so he can get an honest read from her. 

Janice is a nice-looking woman with a cute shape. She is an ex-cop, so she can handle herself out on the street. She is smart, and a good PI. She looks over the contents of the file carefully, looks at the pictures with a magnifying glass, and goes over the timetables and logs. She looks at Jake, and says, 

"The tall skinny one is cheating on her husband." 

"Yah, I know that doll!" 

"So is the cute little one, Jake. I'll mark her this morning and see what she's up to. I will use Antoine for a proxy, and we will trade off tailing her if she goes anywhere. Antoine is the best. I work with him a lot." 

"Yah, I told the principal that she was not cheating, but he didn't give me much of a window to work with. Plus, the little one made me at a club, where they met up with the two men in the photos. So, I think she backed off. She's a smart one Janice, be careful!" 

"I'm a smart one too Jake honey, and ... I'm always careful! If she is dirty, we'll nail her cute little ass. Antoine might be able to get inside; he uses a Pentax K-5 with a fast lens, so there won't be any shutter noise and he won't need a light. I have a parabolic two-seventeen, that will pick up a mouse fart at two hundred meters, and a hand-held directional. So we will hear everything!" 

"Oh, I love it when you talk dirty, honey. (He laughs!) Now, if we can work out some kind of rate reduction, I can share some of my fee from the principal with you, and pay you time and expenses on top." 

Janice smiles, reaches over and gives Jake's generous cheek a little pinch and a friendly slap, and says, "We'll work something out honey. Let's take a weekend after the job is done, and you can thank be properly, big guy!" 

"You bet your sweet ass honey!" 

"Yeah! It is sweet isn't it?" She slaps her ass, giggles, and then she grabs the file from Jake as she heads out the door. "Later,Jake!" 

~ ~ ~ 

Jan came in at about four-thirty in the morning from her night out. Paul notices, but plays possum, feigning sleep when she slides into the bed, reeking of sex. Paul gets up early, so he does not have to have a confrontation with Jan about last night. Jan is a good mother, and she keeps the house, but he has known for a while that she is fucking around. 

He also knows that Lynn is fucking around on Michael. Jan would skin him alive if he ever said anything though. 

He puts the kids lunches together, gets them ready, and drives them to school on his way to work. Then when he is alone in the car, he starts to think about his life situation. He is a good man and a good provider, but he is just not the confrontational type, and puts up with a lot more than he should have to ... especially from Jan. He admires Michael, because he doesn't let people walk over him; not at work, and not in the bars. Michael sticks up for himself, and he sticks up for Paul too. 

~ ~ ~ 

"Tony, I need to be picked up from the market at two-thirty today, so can you please leave your phone on so I can call you? This is getting to be a pain in the ass!" 

"I don't know where I will be then, so here's a little extra, take a cab home." Tony hands Betty a hundred dollar bill, and then peels off another one for her saying, "Here, get yourself something nice! Gotta go hon!" He kisses Betty goodbye quickly on the cheek, checks himself out in the entry hall mirror, and heads out to work. 

"I can hardly wait to get my big guy inside Lynn's sweet little ass again today. Damn, she is so fine, but she has a real loser for a husband ... ex-marine my ass!" (Tony never served, and resents those who have.) He is thinking to himself as he drives. He flips the visor down, and checks out his smile at the next light, in the curtesy mirror on the backside. 

~ ~ ~ 

Janice and Antoine wait outside of Lynn's office, and then she does a radio check with him, to make sure his is ready to roll. 

"You ready doll?" She quietly says into her handset. 

"Ready to roll, sweet-cheeks!" Antoine's smooth baritone voice comes over her handset, as she smiles. 

"Let's do this one right, honey. I owe Jake a lot, and this will help him out of a jam." 

"Roger that!" Antoine answers. 

"Heads up Antoine, here she comes. It's the little blonde with the cute haircut!" 

"Got her!" Antoine watches Lynn walk from her car into her office. He keys his handset, "She's a little fox, this one!" 

"Yeah, and she's dirty too. Stay alert hon!" Janice answers. 

~ ~ ~ 

Lynn is walking into her office, as she has several thoughts flooding her brain. "What the fuck am I doing with this asshole, just because he has a monster schwantz? I'm going to tell him today that I don't want to do this anymore ... should never have started this shit!" 

"I love Michael. Shit, my ass is still tingling from the fucking he gave me last night! Plus, I really would be lost without him. If he doesn't know anything about this, with that idiot he hired to watch me, then I am ending it before he does." 

She is walking swiftly to her private office at the back of the brokerage firm, "I'm telling Jan that I am not going out with her anymore either. If she wants to continue to make a fool of Paul, that's her business. I don't want to sneak around anymore. Michael may not have as big a cock as Tony, but he is ten times the man Tony is." 

She reaches her desk, thinking back to how it started. "I wish I had never danced with Tony at that agency party, and felt that monster of his pressing up against me ... too much to drink, I guess. If only Michael was able to be there with me. He was out of town visiting his sister, so I went by myself. Well that turned out be be a fucked up decision; I ended up in a motel with that idiot letting him fuck me with that pole of his. Damn, it felt so good though, but I have to steel myself today at the house, so I can get out of this mess." 

She hears her burn phone buzzing in the bottom drawer of her desk. She pulls it out, flips it open. 

"Hello, Lynn!" 

"Hey baby! Are we still on for today, at the house?" Tony's voice comes over the phone. 

"Yeah, but we have to talk, Tony!" Lynn says, "Let's meet at one-thirty." 

"I have to pick Betty up today early, so can we do it at Noon? The bitch is getting on my nerves!" Tony says. 

"Alright! Noon!" Lynn replies, and flips her phone closed, cutting Tony off. 

~ ~ ~ 

Michael let Lynn take the kids to school on the way to the office, since he has some yard work and repairs to do, and he wants to get an early start. Jan doesn't work, so later in the morning when Michael is out in the yard, she watches him as he takes his shirt off, getting some sun on his broad shoulders. 

She watches him for a while, and she is dressed in a bathing suit, thinking about getting some sun herself. When she sees him walking into the house, she calls the house phone. 

"Hello, this is Mike!" 

"Hi Michael, I have a problem with my upstairs bathroom drain ... can you take a look at it?" 

"The drain again, huh. You certainly have a problem with drains, my dear. Well, okay I'll be over in about ten ... make me a sandwich and buy me a beer, and we will call it even. Okay?" 

"Okay Michael, hurry so I don't get too much water on the bedroom carpet ... it's the bathroom off the master bedroom." 

She puts down the phone, and starts to plan her attack on Michael's resolve. She changes into a pair of the shortest tightest shorts she has, with a cut-off T-shirt that just barely covers her pert, hard little tits. Jan is well aware of the effect her cute little ass has on men. Michael throws on an old T-shirt, and heads next door. 

The doorbell rings, and she answers giving Michael a kiss on the cheek as he comes in, 

"Thanks for coming over Michael; you are so nice to save my ass like this." 

Michael smiles nervously when she brings her ass into the conversation. 

"Well, it's a nice little ass, so it's worth saving, Jan honey!" He teases. She blushes! 

She is proud of her shapely ass, and with good reason. She has literally stopped traffic with that shapely little patootie of hers. She has all of the guys in the neighborhood dreaming of getting their hands on her tight little nether-cheeks. 

"Alright Jan honey, lead the way!" Michael says with toolbox in hand. She giggles slightly. 

Michael follows Jan up the stairs, as she swayed her little butt as much as she can, hoping that Michael is noticing. 

He notices! 

"It's in here Michael!" 

Michael set his toolbox down, as Jan settles her cute butt on the side of the tub to be close to Michael as he works. He takes out his big wrench, and takes off the bottom of the P-trap. Looking inside, he finds what appears to be a pair of Jan's bikini panties, stuffed into the drain. 

"Hmh! Now how did those get down there Michael?" Jan says with faux surprise. She opens her legs as she takes them from Michael, putting her crotch close to his face. 

"You seem to have quite a problem with losing your panties down the drain, honey." 

"Oh, I know what it is Michael, I put them on the edge of the sink after I take them off, and they must fall in there!" 

"That's one way, I guess!" Michael says, playing her little game. 

Actually, he enjoys her sexy little games. It helps to break up the day when he is working on the house. Plus, he gets to see her famously pert little behind. He is never going to give in to her, but she keeps trying anyway. 

They stand up at the same time, and Jan is nearly in his arms, with her warm body pressed up against his, in the tight space of that small bathroom. She takes a chance and kisses him on the lips, and he kisses her back a little just from reflex. 

He turns to go back downstairs, with his heart beating a little faster. Back in the kitchen, Jan fixes Michael a sandwich, and gets him a cold beer, and them one for herself. 

"I don't know how to thank you Michael, those were my favorite pair of panties, and since I couldn't find them this morning, I am not wearing any right now. Jan sits close to him at the kitchen table, just gabbing. This is a nice break in the day for Michael, and he is enjoying listening to her, even if he isn't tuned in to what she is saying. 

Jan is a total fox. She is tall for a girl, and is very pretty, with soft shoulder-length blonde hair, that she keeps up in a soft bun at the back. She has a nice rack, slender hips, and beautifully sculptured long legs. And, her amazingly shapely little ass, of course. He is watching the bottoms of her breasts come in and out of view as she gestures, and stretches. 

Michael is eating the ham and Swiss cheese sandwich she made for hin, just listening to her. He hears her saying something about she thinks she was bitten by a spider, and would he take a look at it to see what he thinks. He is still mesmerized by the way her body moves. 

He tunes into what she is saying when she stands, unzips her shorts and wiggles them down over her ass and down her legs. She steps completely out of them as they lie on the floor with a little wet spot at the crotch. 

She turns around to show her injury, which is actually a self-inflicted wound with a sewing needle. Michael plays along with her, and with her naked ass literally in his face, and her musky aroma filling his nose, he smooths his fingers over the injury and out of boredom, takes advantage a little by grabbing a cheek and rubbing his thumb over the slight red pinhole on her ass, pretending that he is examining the wound. 

"Hmmm, could be a spider bite" he says as he lets a finger slide down the underside of her crack a little, as she flinches, "but doesn't look too bad darlin' I think you'll survive!" He gives her behind a friendly pat. 

She turns around spreading her legs a little, pushing her engorged pussy lips closer to his face and in a sexy voice says, "Well how about this wound Michael?" 

He decides to tease her by playing her game—mostly from boredom—and slides his middle finger lightly over the very edge of her moist pussy lips, back and forth a few of times. Then he rubs his fingers together, feeling the moisture he gathered from her wet vulva, and says, 

"There. I think it got it for you, just a little extra moisture honey!" Michael says matter-of -factly; she looks disappointed. 

Then he stands up kisses her on the cheek, grabs his toolbox and says on her way out, 

"Put your pants back on Jan. Thanks for the sandwich and the beer!" 

She trails after him still sans shorts, and says, 

"Aw c'mon Michael, can't we just grab a little quickie? No one will know. I know you want me, Michael!" 

Michael walks back to her, puts his hands on her shoulders, and looking her straight in her eyes, says, 

"Jan honey, you are a lovely girl and anyone who gets a chance to fuck you is one lucky guy. You and Paul, and Lynn and I are good friends, and we have all done some friendly flirting after a couple of drinks, but you know that I am faithful to Lynn. I love her and would never do anything to hurt her or the kids." 

Jan lowers her eyes and frowns. 

He kisses her on the forehead, and continues, "You have watched me fix your drain twice now, and I know that Paul has a pipe wrench down stairs, so if you have another panties mishap ... you know what to do, baby." Then with a smile continues, "Let's have you guys over sometime this weekend for a barbecue or something? I'll have Lynn give you a call." 

She says nothing as Michael walks back home, directly into the kitchen, and pours himself a jigger of twelve-year-old scotch. He slugged it back, and just said, "Whew!" He shudders, thinking of that magnificently sexy creature he just took a pass on. Throwing Jan on the table and fucking the shit out of her would make for a very pleasurable pastime this morning. He knows that she is correct; no one would ever know! 

He went back outside to finish his work, and he could hear a distinct buzzing sound coming from Jan's and Paul's bedroom. "Guess she took care of that one by hand!" Michael chuckles to himself. 

~ ~ ~ 

Lynn left her office a little after eleven-thirty so she could get there before Tony. Janice keys her handset to let Antoine know that they are rolling. 

"I'll cut over to Mason, you stay behind her, and I'll take her at Maple." 

"Got it, hon!" Antoine rolled, and Janice cut across and followed from the next street over. This is a routine that Janice and Antoine have perfected, working so much together. Antoine is handsome, and swarthy, with slicked back black hair, tied in a little ponytail behind. Janice is not involved with him ... she has a thing for Jake ... she likes the big guy. 

She was happy when Jake called her to help him. She is going to spend a weekend with Jake after this job, and he will likely fuck her the entire weekend, with a little time out to take her out to dinner somewhere nice. Jake was a good PI in his younger years, but now he is too big ... too obvious, and has gotten himself made a couple of times. 

Janice and Antoine's routine is so smooth, that it is nearly impossible for a mark to spot them. They see that Lynn is going to a house for sale in the neighborhoods; Janice stops out of sight around the corner from the house, and Antoine comes up from the backside. 

Antoine is happy to see that it is a house, rather than a motel room. It will be easier for him to get in quietly for the pictures. He checks his his Pentax, and he has a small recording device, which is noiseless as well. Janice sets up the parabolic and the directional, hooking both microphones up to recording devices, so with Antoine's recordings and art from the camera, they should have what they need. 

Tony pulls up to the house at just about noon, and Janice gets some pictures of him walking into the house, to match the ones she took of Lynn earlier. Lynn had taken the key safe off the the front door knob, and replaced it with a sign in the window that says, "Call for Appointment ... (with the phone number.)" Lynn had parked down the block in a nondescript location. 

Janice get dozens of pictures of her doing all of this, and said to herself, "This little cutie is a smart one. The guy is an idiot, parking right in front with his big-assed easily recognizable car. Don't know what she sees in this guy, maybe he has a big dick or something!" 

~ ~ ~ 

"Tony, will you please park your car down the street a little, you dumb shit!" Lynn says to him. 

"It'll be okay there, I'm a realtor, remember? This is a house for sale, so I am where I'm supposed to be. Don't worry!" 

"Move it Tony, I'll wait!" 

He grumbles to himself, and as he gets into his car to drive it down the block a little, Janice takes a dozen pictures of him doing that, all date and time stamped. Janice mutters to himself, "Yup, big dick. Can't think of any other reason this slick little cutie is with this doofus." Then she keys her handset, 

"Antoine honey, make sure you get some good pictures of this guy for me. I'm bettin' he's got a big one!" 

"Will do. I'm just about in so don't key your handset again for a while." 

"Roger that, baby!" Janice retorts. 

"Okay, it is down the block. Satisfied?" Tony approaches Lynn, embraces her and starts to kiss. She pushes him away. 

"We have to talk Tony. I don't think I can do this anymore. I love your cock honey, but we are taking a big chance. Michael had a PI watching me last week I think, so we need to end it." 

"We can't do that Lynn! I love you honey, and I am not getting anything from Betty anymore. She is scared of my size." 

"Well, I love Michael, and the kids, and do not want to lose them Tony. This has gone on far too long, so this has to be it for us." 

"Can we at least do it one last time?" 

"I-I d-don't think so. Better to end it clean." 

Tony unzips his trousers, takes Lynn's tiny hand, and puts it inside on his growing monster cock. "Tell me that doesn't feel good honey." 

"Tony, you know that I love your cock. I love the way it feels inside me. No! we can't do this!" 

"Baby, just once more. It can't possibly make any difference now, and you can get self-righteous tomorrow. C'mon baby, her it is. You know you want it. C'mon!" 

Lynn thinks for a few seconds, rolls her pretty eyes, "Okay. Just this once and then we are through doing this; I can't stand the pressure Tony." 

Janice is getting some good recordings, that she is monitoring with her headset to make sure of the tone quality. Antoine got a good shot of Lynn with her hand on Tony' cock inside his pants ... a real award winner! 

Lynn and Tony head upstairs to the master bedroom in this house, and Antoine records everything with his ultra-quiet professional grade camera. Tony helps Lynn out of her dress, and admires the lovely lacy boy-shorts panties she is wearing. 

"Michael bought these for me. I love them." Lynn says about her panties. 




My Loving Wife Ch. 02



Tony shed his clothes, and his pecker is hanging halfway down his thigh, long and thick. Lynn gets on her knees, and takes Tony's beautiful member into her soft tiny hands, just touching it. It really is a thing of beauty, and she smooths her hands along the length of its shaft. 

She puts little kisses on the large head of it, and then slips it past her lips, so just the head is inside her mouth. Her lips stretch to the max, and she tickles the underside of it with her tongue. 

Tony grabs his organ, and guides more of it into her mouth. She is fondling his huge balls, as she moves his cock in and out of her mouth. He pushes more of it in, so that she has about six inches of the monster in her mouth, stroking the shaft with her tiny hand. Lynn get it good and hard as Tony says, 

"Oh, baby. You are so good. I want to come inside you, so let's move to the bed honey." 

He pulls out, as Antoine gets some more award-winning shots of the monstrous organ, fully engorged. Lynn peels off her panties, leaving them on the floor, and climbs into the bed into her back. Tony approaches her and starts to lick her pussy to get her good and wet. She moans softly with Tony's attentions, and her sweet tasting little pussy is sopping. Tony moves the head of his cock back and forth across her slit to get it well lubricated, and then pushes in the head of it. 

Lynn spreads her legs as wide as she possibly can to accommodate Tony's monster. She is in ecstasy as she feels the big knob sliding into her body. It slides into her inch by inch until it is inside her except for about two inches. When the huge organ throbs inside her, she comes hard, and squeals as she shudders. 

Tony pulls almost all the way out of her, and with one smooth even thrust, he pushed his entire cock all the way inside of her pussy, and she explodes, writhing wildly with loud squeals of delight. She is breathing hard, and her heart seems like it is pounding in her throat. Tony starts with long smooth strokes, in and out of his tiny lover. 

She is moaning loudly, with occasional shudders as she is being fucked smoothly with Tony's magnificent cock. This goes on for a full twenty minutes, with the feeling building up in Tony's loins, and Lynn shuddering in orgasm after orgasm. 

Tony is pounding her hard, and finally stiffens, slams it in all the way and comes deep inside of Lynn's petite body. She screams into final orgasm, as the two lovers collapse together on the bed. They wait until each has control of their breath, as they kiss and fondle each other. 

Tony says, "Turn over honey!" 

Lynn is long past the time where she can reach a rational choice and complies, with her perfect little ass sticking up waiting for its prize. Tony gathers some moisture from Lynn's sopping pussy, and sticks a lubricating finger into her asshole. 

"Oh, yes Tony honey! Fuck my ass darling; Fuck it good with your monster cock!" 

He wastes no time in popping the head of his cock into Lynn's waiting pucker. He moves it around a little inside her to drive her wild with it. Then he starts to slide it in a little at a time, until his entire cock is inside Lynn's little body, and the hair on his huge balls are tickling her pussy lips. 

He starts out slowly, but it is not long before his is pounding her ass hard, as she screams in orgasm after orgasm, until he stiffens and floods her bowels with his cum. She collapses in a quivering mass of flesh. They lay together until they are calm enough to move, and the jump into the shower. 

They wash each other, and Lynn takes great care cleaning Tony's large cock, just to feel it in her hands for what might be one last time. She strips the sheets off the bed, and thrown them in the washing machine. They make some coffee and talk quietly waiting for the laundry to finish. She has found that with such a small load, she can wash and dry the sheets and towels in just over an hour. 

"Tony, you have an amazing cock, and I am going to miss it, but I am resolved that today is it! No more honey, I want my sanity back!" 

"All you have to do is give me a call Lynn honey, and my monster is all yours whenever you want it. 

She can still feel him inside her, even though it has been a half an hour since he pulled out. 

"God! I can still feel you in me Tony. You have a truly amazing cock." Then she has a thought, "Why doesn't Betty like it?" 

"She is scared of it, even though I try to go slow. But I am going to have to work with her on it or go crazy. I can't get yet another girl lined up." 

"Wh-what do you mean Tony?" Lynn asks with some concern. 

"Well, including you, I have three girls right now." 

Lynn's face starts to become very dark, as she slowly says, "You mean I am not the only one, Tony?" 

"Well ... no." He says, surprised by her question. 

"WHY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!! WHO ARE THE OTHERS, TONY?" She shouts at him, very pissed off. 

"Well, there is ... um ... Cheryl in reception and ... and Abigale in accounting." 

"You filthy prick! I would not be here if I knew that I wasn't the only one! Both of those girls are married! I hope you have a little meeting someday with the husbands Tony. Then we will see what kind of a man you are!" 

Janice listening in just slowly chuckles quietly to herself, "Holy shit! This guy is going to have a very, very bad day someday soon!" Then gathering her stuff together in the car, casually adds, "and, if I can help make that happen, I will be only too happy to do it." 

~ ~ ~ 

Michael can't get Lynn on her cell phone, and calls the office to see if he can get in touch with her to pick up the kids. Otherwise, he will have to make a special trip to get them. 

"Hello, BBG+A Realty!" 

"Hi this is Mike Anderson, Lynn's husband. Is she there?" 

"Oh, hi Michael, this is Cheryl. No, I think she went out for an early lunch about eleven-thirty, and haven't seen her since ... probably checking on the house on the Larkin house. Everything okay?" 

"Oh sure Cheryl, no worries ... how's Matt?" 

"Matt's fine, but he wants a rematch on the racquetball court. (giggle)" 

"Tell him to hit the club for some practice. I would enjoy getting together with you guys sometime. Maybe you can come over for ribs sometime. I make 'em pretty good Cheryl." 

"Well, that's a date Michael honey, I'll tell Matt." 

"Great, see you Cheryl!" 

"Bye Michael!" 

~ ~ ~ 

Tony had to leave to pick up Betty after shopping, so Lynn had to stay until the laundry finished, and she could remake the bed, and rehang the bathroom towels. She straightened out the place, took down the sign from the window, and put the key safe back on the outside door knob so other realtors can get in to show it. 

Lynn mutters to herself as she cleans up, "This is the last time I am ever going to do this. I love Michael, and he is a good husband. I am going to be a good little girl, and make love to him every night I can, for the rest of my life ... so help me God!" 

She leaves the house, and walks the block and a half to her car, all of which Janice records. Antoine is long gone from the house after recording the incredible ass-fucking episode. Janice waits until Lynn as pulled away and is gone. She keys her handset, and Antoine answers. 

"Yeah, what?" 

"I'll follow her to see where she goes, just to compete the file ... want to double me on this? Then, you have to get the pictures downloaded and sorted. Jake is going to want to see them first thing tomorrow so he can call the principal." 

"Okay doll, let's roll ... she's on the move." Antoine says. 

"Roger that shit!" Janice replies. 

Lynn goes back to the office, and immediately grabs the burn phone out of her desk drawer, sneaks out to the back of the building and throws it in the dumpster. Antoine catches her doing that, and after she goes back in, he retrieves it. As she passes reception, Cheryl calls out, 

"Oh hi Lynn, Michael called. Something about picking up Adam and Jenny I think." 

"Thanks Cheryl, I'll call him." She picks up the phone in her office, 

"Hi Michael, what's up darling. Cheryl tells me you called." 

"Hi honey. I just wanted to know if you could get the kids from school. Otherwise I can make a trip out, but I am trying to get this garden in today if I can." 

"Of course Michael, I'll get them." Lynn answers cheerfully. 

"Where were you? I couldn't get you on your cell." 

"Oh I'm sorry honey; I left it in the car. I was at the Larkin house. I had to meet a contractor there, just laying some pipe." Then her heart skips a beat with her unintended sexual double ententre. (Fuck! Lynn, are you stupid or what?) She is thinking to herself with her verbal slip. (Yeah. Someone was laying some pipe there all right, but it sure wasn't any contractor!) 

"Oh! Okay hon, see ya at home. By the way, Jan called me, she had another pair find its way into the drain again!" 

"Oh, that little slut!" Then, with a teasing tone to her voice, "I hope you were a good boy, Michael James Anderson!" 

"Always!" 

"Um, Michael?" 

"Yeah!" 

"Thank you for last night honey, I was tingling all morning from your lovemaking ... more tonight?" 

"You can bet your sweet ass baby!" 

"My sweet ass is all yours, Michael! Bye darling!" (She giggles, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl.) 

"Later!" Michael says and hangs up. 

Lynn hangs up with tears forming in her eyes. She locks her office door, lays her head on her arms on the desk, and sobs bitterly. "If I lose Michael, I won't be able to stand it. I hope to God, nothing goes wrong. I am so done with Tony, and anyone else. I will be the most loving wife you ever saw, my word to God!" 

She left to office to get her children from school, anxious to see Michael. On the way to the school, she stopped at the drug store for a popular brand of a nice fragrant douche, so she would be clean and fresh for Michael, and to get Tony out of her system once, and for all! 

Michael got his garden in, and is in the kitchen when Adam and Jenny come running in from the car, and throw their little arms around him. Adam hugged his leg as he picked Jenny up with torrents of little girl giggles. 

Lynn came in and asked, "Is this a private party, or can anyone join?" 

He put the kids down and they ran up to their rooms, as Lynn put her arms around Michael. She lifts up her face, and kisses him passionately with her eyes still glistening a little. 

"Let's have a little special alone time tonight, Michael ... like last night!" 

"Okay, baby! Just you and me, after we settle the kids down." 

~ ~ ~ 

Janice drove back to Jake's office after following Lynn home, as Antoine called another operative to watch her tonight in case she left. Then he went back to his place to process the pictures, which just consists of downloading them onto his laptop, and sorting them is some kind of order for Jake to review tomorrow morning. 

She walks into Jake's office and plops down in the chair. "Well hon, I think you are going to have one unhappy principal on this Anderson file! He not only fucked her, but she let him backdoor her as well." 

"Shit! Okay, get all the particulars together, and get the photos from Antoine, and I will make an appointment with Michael Anderson tomorrow. Shit!" 

"Well, if it is any consolation, the mark is through with his guy. At least that is what she said, but she had to get one last pop first I guess!" 

"I'll have everything together by eight tomorrow morning. Now... how about buying a tired little girl some supper, big guy!" Janice asked. 

"Okay, let me get my coat" Jake replied. 

~ ~ ~ 

Paul comes in the door, and Jan throws her arms around him and kisses her husband passionately. Paul kisses back, not worried about where the passion is coming from, and just accepting what Jan willingly gives him. 

"Paul, honey, I had a trying day today, and just need some loving tonight. Let's get the kids up early, and have some serious alone time. Okay baby?" 

Paul looks at her suspiciously, but tried not to as he says, "Okay sweetheart, sounds nice. We'll bring a bottle of wine up with us and have our own little party." 

"Oooh, that my baby?" Jan coos. Her little pussy is still red-hot from her visit with Michael, and she needs some release and since she could not get Michael... Paul will do nicely! 

~ ~ ~ 

Michael and Lynn got the kids lovingly settled into their beds, and Michael turns to Lynn and asks, "Are you still my little date tonight, honey?" 

"Why yes, kind sir, I'd love to be your date tonight!" She said with a little curtsy. 

"If you would like to soak after your hard day, I'll open a bottle of wine, and put on some music!" 

"Wonderful, darling!" Lynn kissed her husband, and headed upstairs to the large oval tub for a few minutes of quiet time. 

She comes down wearing a pretty summer dress, and puts her arms around Michael as he pours her a glass of Chardonnay. She had taken a very careful and thorough bath, using the douche to clean herself out inside for Michael. She never felt cleaner or fresher. She was happy, she felt cleansed of her indiscretions, and her sins against Michael, and she was coming to him fresh ... virginal. 

Michael has some soft classical music playing, but Lynn smiles, slowly shakes her head no, and changes it to a nice soft popular album so she can dance with her husband. Michael laughs, and nods his approval. He takes her wineglass out of her hand, set it on the table, and dances close with his lovely petite wife. 

She moves her hands to his chest, and lays her head on his chest between them. He puts his arms around her small body, just lightly massaging her back with his hands. He didn't feel a bra strap behind her, so during the second tune, he slowly slides the zipper down the back of her dress, and slips his hand onto her bare back, massaging her kitten-soft skin. 

He can feel himself getting aroused touching her, and slides his hand down onto her ass to pull her in closer, so she can feel him against her stomach as they danced. She looks up at him with tears in her eyes. He asks softly, 

"What's wrong, Angel?" 

She sniffs a little, and says almost inaudibly, "Nothing Michael. Just happy to be in the arms of the man I love." Then she looks up into his eyes, now glistening with tears, and adds, "I love you, Michael!" 

Michael is too overwhelmed to know what it say, and simply says, "I love you too my darling girl! More than you will ever know!" 

"I don't want this dance to end Michael! Can we stay like this forever?" 

"I wish we could Lynn honey! I think the kids might object, though!" 

She giggles quietly, and softly bumps her fist on her chest, "Stop it Michael, don't make me laugh tonight. I just want to you to hold me, and I want to cry if I feel like it. I want to make love with you softly all night long Michael ... all night long!" 

Michael kisses her lips, and then kisses her moist eyes. Picking her up in his strong arms, not bothering to turn off lights or music, or anything, and carries her upstairs. His hand is on the back of her thigh under her dress, and with her sweet female aroma in his nose, he realized that she isn't wearing panties either. 

In the bedroom, he unzips her dress, allowing it to fall from her body onto the floor. She is naked. She shivers a little ... not from cold, but more from sexual excitement and anticipation. He picks her up and gently sets her incredibly beautiful nude form on the bed, and pulls off his shirt, pants and briefs as his full six and three-quarters inches springs free. 

She's a little nervous as Michael puts his head in her sweet crotch. She bit her lip, hoping that he would not smell or taste anything that should not be down there. But, she was just being paranoid, since the bath and fresh cleansing douche really took care of all that! 

She starts to relax as Michael kisses, and licks her everywhere, from her mound to her little ass pucker. Her sweet little asshole tastes so good and so clean to him, that he slides his tongue into her a little back there. She shudders as she feels his tongue enter her, and she just moans, 

"Oh, Michael!" 

Michael made love to her ...not all night long ...but for nearly three hours. He came inside her vaginally twice and inside her ass once, as she shuddered and jiggled, moaned and squealed through more than a dozen orgasms. She felt so wonderful at the end of it, and there was not a place on her body anywhere, that did not tingle. 

"Thank you Michael darling. I love you so much!" 

They fell asleep cuddled closely, and awoke early the same way. 

~ ~ ~ 

To be concluded in Chapter 03.



My Loving Wife Ch. 03



Note: This Chapter will be the resolution ... whatever that might end up being. Remember, dear readers that this is part a continuation you asked for, so it is in essence, YOUR story; read it and enjoy it ... but please read it through before commenting.

As with Part 02, this part of the story switches scenes often in order to move all of the players along at a similar pace, so look for the "~ ~ ~" indicators for the changes. The point of view continues from Chapter 02, as third-person omniscient, a dispassionate observer who sees all. The action in in the present tense, with past tense used when characters describe past events.

Thank you! M142.





Chapter 03: Eight O'clock, Wednesday morning, Jake's office:

Jake is in the office early to get the material collected by Janice and Antoine regarding the Michael and Lynn Anderson case. As the doorbell buzzes, Jake lumbers over to admit Janice and Antoine who show up precisely at eight o'clock. Jan is always punctual ... always where she says she will be, on time.

"Morning guys come in and have a seat. Um ... whadya got for me?" 

"Jake darlin', we got this little chick read-handed, and in the parlance of our trade, we nailed her ass!" Janice proudly announces! 

"I got together with Antoine here, at seven this morning to go over what we have." Turning to Antoine she says, "Antoine show him the pictures!"

Antoine clears this throat, "Uh, yeah Jake, I got some real beauties. This one here Janice insisted that I make her an enlargement, and she has it framed on her wall ... the one of this guy's big dick ... real beauty, huh?"

Jake's eyes widen as he looks through the pictures printed from Antoine's computer onto photographic paper. "Holy shit! You guys did indeed nail her cute little tail! Looks like I am going to go with my hat in hand to Michael Anderson and the sooner the better I guess! Hand me the transcripts of the tapes there ... yeah those ... oh yeah, all of the ooo's and ahhh's, I like that!"

"We are thorough, my darling!" Janice says proudly with a sweet smile.

"Okay, okay, let me go over all of this um, shit. Antoine, thanks dude ... you are a true artist!" Jake says appreciatively to his talented colleague.

With his part done, Antoine gets up, shakes Jake's hand, kisses Janice on the cheek, and leaves saying, "Pleasure is mine, Jake!" turns to Janice, "Later, baby!"

After Antoine leaves, Jake says to his favorite lady in this business, "I'm hungry, let me buy you breakfast baby." Grab the tapes and that player with the headphones, and the photos and stuff, and we will look it over, and we can talk about how to present this to the principal."

"You're on, hon! Let's go!"

~ ~ ~

Michael wakes up still cuddling naked behind Lynn, and decides to slide his morning 'chubby' in between her cheeks and thighs from behind. This elicits a very pleasant moan from his lovely bride. She turns toward him and they quietly stroke one out with him very hard up inside her. They both come to a minor, but very pleasant orgasm. 

Michael throws on a pair of jeans, and checks on the kids. They are still asleep ... it is early. He strips off his jeans, pulls Lynn into the shower, and she kneels in front of him to give him a pleasant but very wet blowjob in the shower stall. They soap each other, laughing, giggling, fondling, and then rinse off. The last day of Michael's shift-off is starting out very pleasantly, before he has to return to shift-on tomorrow.

He is one happy guy! Janice has to go to work of course, so she dresses and gets Adam and Jenny up and dressed while Michael makes breakfast and puts together three lunches, including a bag lunch for Lynn, with a red rose inside of hers, along with a sandwich (crust cut off!), a yogurt cup, and a pear. "All the best stuff for my wonderful wife!" He is thinking as he prepares it lovingly.

Lynn leaves with the kids, and after Michael receives his hugs, and pecks on the cheek from them, Lynn gives him a more passionate open-mouthed kiss. "Bye darling, I love you!" Lynn says with true feeling, as she herds Adam and Jenny out to the car.

Michael is alone, sitting at the kitchen table enjoying his solitude with a cup of coffee. He is smiling, thinking about how well he and Lynn have been getting along lately, and how silly his fears about her fidelity now seem to be. 

"One more day! I have to finish in the yard, replace the valve seat in the upstairs bathroom sink faucet, then maybe some golf. Nine holes will fit in nicely this afternoon before I get the kids from school." He thinks, planning his day. 

At about nine o'clock, the phone rings, and it is Jan. "Hi Michael, can I come over to borrow, um, a little cream or milk ... we ran out and I need it for my coffee!"

"C'mon over and I'll make you a cup the way you like it!" Michael offers.

"Oh, Michael darling, you are a life saver ... I so need my coffee in the morning!" Jan says.

Jan comes over, wearing a tight blouse, and a short skirt with tennies. Michael makes her a cup of coffee the way she likes it—cream and two sugars—and they just have a pleasant conversation. Her visit is more out of sheer boredom, than anything more sexual. Michael and Jan often share a cup or two together when he is home. It is just friendly, and he is not worried about having to fight her off. About nine-thirty, the phone rings again.

"Hello, this is Mike!" he says into the receiver.

"Hi Mike, this is Jake Straughton, the PI. I'm wondering if you might be able to meet me at my office sometime this morning." 

Michael is taken aback, thinking that his business with Jake is concluded. A million thoughts run through his mind at once, as his heart skips a beat. 

"Uh, yah, um how about eleven?"

"Eleven is fine, Mike. We will be meeting with a colleague of mine also. See ya then!"

Michael is confused! He has Jan sitting here, and doesn't want to tip her off to anything, so when she asks if everything was okay, Michael just says,

"Yeah. I have an appointment this morning that I forgot about, and that was just a curtesy reminder."

"I should go then, Michael!"

"No, no need hon. Here, let me get you another cup." He does not want to alarm her unnecessarily. 

Their conversation continues through another cup of coffee, with Jan doing all of the talking. Michael is distracted. He is thinking, "What in the 'f' can he possibly have to say, unless it is something about Lynn? Did he find something new?"

Jan finally ends her talking with a question for him "...don't you think so, Michael?"

Michael smiles at Jan takes her hands in his and says, "Jan honey, you are going to have to excuse me today, I'm a little distracted, and I need to get ready for my appointment. Here let me throw a little cream in a container for you."

"Thanks Michael, honey ... you're so sweet. I hope it's not anything serious!"

"No, it's not. It's just a routine deal."

He walks her to the door, they talk briefly, and then she reaches forward to steal a quick kiss on the lips before wheeling around and returning home. Michael watches her walk away before closing the door. He sits at the table with another cup of coffee, but this time with a jigger of scotch in it. He is sure it can't be good, whatever it is!

He is beside himself trying to figure out what Jake has for him. The image of Lynn and Jan disappearing at the club last week flashes in his mind. He knew that Jake was at the club, so is it possible that he found something new regarding that? He went out to the back yard to start his easy, no-brainer work until it's time to go to see what Jake has for him.

He works until about ten-twenty, showers, changes and heads to Jake's office. He arrives right at eleven, and Jake and Janice are waiting for him. Jake introduces Janice, and explains why he asked her to look at the file, and made the decision to have her follow Lynn yesterday. He talks about the materials they have gathered for him.

"Mike, I am going to leave you alone with all of this material: there are pictures, recordings, transcripts, and a record of calls from a burn phone that Lynn was observed disposing of yesterday. Please review it, and you can use this room for privacy if you wish, Janice and I will be available when you are ready, and can answer any questions you may have." Jake carefully explains to Michael.

Michael doesn't know what to think, and just says, "Yeah. Gimme a little time to look at this stuff. Thanks!"

He sees photos of the guy who danced with Lynn last week at the club, sticking what seems to be an eight or nine in dick into his tiny naked wife, with her asking for it. He hears his wife calling another man honey, as he pounds his dick into her. He hears her moan and scream in orgasms and then he sees her taking this guy up the ass.

He is not sure how to respond to all of this, but hears himself muttering, "That f'ing bitch!"

This was after she told him that she still had tingling from their lovemaking the night before. She went from the special romantic night Michael prepared for her, to sweating on the sheets at the Larkin house with this guy. To add insult to injury, she is wearing the lacy panties he bought for her.

Michael's supposed loving wife is throwing her marriage and family away for the momentary pleasure of a big cock. He hears this guy talking about the other women he is doing, women he knows—friends of his from Lynn's office. He is sure that he will to share this information with Matt, and with Gary, Angela's husband, known to friends as 'the big guy.'

Michael's whole world is crushed! He slowly walks out to join Jake and Janice after her reviewing all of the material they have for him, to get their take on it.

Janice speaks up first, since she was a direct observer of yesterday's activities, "Michael, you can't let her get away with this! This was deliberate ... she knew she was doing wrong, and went ahead anyway. Sure, she had intended to end her relationship with this asshole, but apparently decided that getting this guy's huge dick inside her was more important than anything else! You are a fool Michael, if you don't burn the bitch for this!"

Jake tries to modify Janice's visceral comments, "Michael, we have a set of all of these materials for you, and you might want to talk this over with an attorney or trusted friend before doing anything. It might be embarrassing to share the things your wife did to you, but take the rest of today, before you react ... just my advice! I am sorry for missing it the first time around, but Janice and I will cover the additional costs. I'm very sorry, man!"

Michael just listens. He is so heartily embarrassed by this that he just wants out, with his copies of the materials, so he can think this over. 

~ ~ ~

He is in total shock, having seen all this material he has yet to process. His mind is nearly a blank as he drives home.

He walks in, goes directly to his bottle of twelve-year-old single malt, and pours himself about two ounces in a glass with no ice, and slugging it back. He starts to think about what to do next. He decides quickly that Lynn cannot live with him anymore, and pulls out some clothes for her for a couple of days from her closet and drawers, and stuffs them unceremoniously into a suitcase. He also packs a bag for each of the kids and for himself for a few days.

He calls his Mother, "Hi Mom. I have to ask you if you can take the kids for a few days. Lynn was discovered in a sexual affair with another man, and I want to keep her away from the house and the kids until I can figure out what to do next."

"Of course, Adam and Jenny are always welcome here, you know that, dear. Just make sure that you and Lynn work things out. See what her side is first."

Michael's Mother is a very measured, intelligent, and educated woman, and he has always been able to be completely honest with her. He expects her to be logical and not over-emotional, and she is.

"Thanks, Mom. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Very well, Michael. Love you." His mother says with concern in her voice.

He calls Lynn at work, and when she answers in her normal friendly manner, he says to her,

"Lynn, please listen and do not say anything. There will be a suitcase outside the front door of the house. Please take it and find a motel to stay at for a few days. Do not go into the house, no one will be there when you arrive. Wait until I contact you to discuss what comes next."

All Lynn is able to get out before Michael hangs up is, "Michael, wh—" She calls him back immediately, but Michael does not answer. She starts to leave a message saying, "Michael, what's going on! Please call m—" before Michael stops the machine, and pinches the cord out from the back of the phone.

The next call he receives is from Jan on his cell phone, which he lets go to voice message. "Michael what is going on? I got a call from Lynn. She is in tears, and is very distraught. Is there something I can do to help? Please call me right away, Michael ... call me!"

He calls the school, asking to pick up his children early. He informs them of a family emergency and that the kids will be absent from school for a few days. He is intents to be gone before she has a chance to plead with him. He intends to keep the children away from their Mother until he can at least attempt to sever her parental rights completely. He figures that since she made her decision, she should live with it.

Michael is angry! Damn angry! He picks up a vase from the table, wheels around and smashes it into the wall. "FUCK!!!" He calms down somewhat and leaves to get Adam and Jenny from the school.

He tells the kids that Mommy will be gone for a while, and he wants to take them on a little vacation today.

"How would you guys like to go to a nice hotel? They have a great swimming pool, and we can order room service ... anything you want!"

Their reaction is what he thought it might be, "Yeah! Oh goodie Daddy, is Mommy coming too?"

"No. Mommy is going to be gone for a few days, so I am taking my little darlings out for a treat today and to Grandma Anderson's house tomorrow! Sound like fun?"

"Yeah!" says Adam.

"Yes Daddy, Grandma is so nice!" says Jenny.

He already has a bag for each of them, and true to his word, no one is at the house when Lynn arrives a half-hour after Michael called her. She cancelled her day and rushed home as quickly as traffic would allow.

~ ~ ~

Finding no one at the house, Lynn runs next door to Jan's house.

"Jan! what the fuck is going on? Do you know?"

"No! I was having coffee with Michael this morning at your house. Michael and I often have coffee together ... as you know. He got a call from someone, but I couldn't find out what it was. He said it was some kind of appointment, and he rushed me out the door."

"Oh shit, Jan. It's about Tony isn't it? He found out somehow. Maybe it was that dumbshit PI of his. You know I told you I saw him at that club where Tony and Henry danced with us. That's why I pushed Tony away. I thought from Michael's demeanor later that it was over." Lynn is breathing hard and just has to sit down. Jan gets her a cup of coffee.

"Put some bourbon in mine, Jan! Shit! His PI must have followed me to the Larkin house. I was sure I kept a lookout out the back window. I didn't see anyone following ... I'm sure of it!"

"I thought you were going to call it quits with him yesterday. They can't have seen much then."

"Oh Jan, I fucked him yesterday! I wasn't going to, but he talked me into one last time. Shit! What a stupid bitch I am!" Lynn was even more distraught, and breathing hard, "I fucked up my marriage, Jan. He is never going to let me see the kids!"

"Oh you don't know that, Lynn."

"Yes I do. When we were dating, he told me that he would never forgive disloyalty of any kind. He said if any woman ever betrayed him, he would turn and walk away and never look back; Jan that is what he is doing now!" Lynn was crying openly now, "Oh Jan, what do I do?"

"Shit honey, I fucked Tony too, before he brought Henry around. If Paul finds out about me, he might not be quite as understanding anymore. He is suspicious, but does not know for sure—doesn't want to know I guess." Jan pauses, and has a more frightening thought, "Lynn, if Paul kicks me out, I will have to go out and get a job! Having a cute little ass is not a job-skill, honey!"

"Well for now, I am going to respect Michael's wishes, and find a motel for a few days ... or maybe a nice hotel ... I can afford it. But, I need more stuff than Michael packed for me, can you come over and help me pack some things?"

"Sure honey! Let's go."

~ ~ ~

Jan and Lynn pack another large suitcase for Lynn to use, and she kisses her girlfriend goodbye and heads for a hotel. Once there, she calls room service for a little lunch.

She also calls her retired father, and as soon as she hears his voice, she bursts into tears,

"Daddy, I screwed up, and Michael and the kids have left me! Can you come down and see me? You are the only one I can talk to Daddy! Please!" 

He agrees to meet his Daughter at the hotel; she thanks him, hangs up and sobs uncontrollably into her hands.

~ ~ ~

Jan walks back to her house, starting to think, "Shit! I had better stop fucking Henry. In fact, I am ending it today. If they can close in on Lynn so quickly, I cannot count on Paul being any more forgiving than Michael is! Shit!"

~ ~ ~

Michael is watching Adam and Jenny splash in the hotel's pool as he tries to figure out his next steps. Before he even thinks about talking to Lynn, he must talk to an attorney. He does not have one, but he has a college fraternity brother who is a tax attorney, and will call him later for a referral. 

He must take some money out of their joint "either/or" accounts, and set up an account only in his name, so tomorrow early for that too. He calls his boss, and asks for the rest of the week off. 

Watching his children, he is thinking about how to protect them from the heartache to come. He is through with Lynn. She has grossed the line with him, while pretending to be a loving wife. It is going to be hard, because he loves her, and he loves the way they work together with the house, the chores, their job schedules, and the kids.

He decided on divorce after the first picture he saw this morning, and will need to get with an attorney quickly. She likely will do the same. He guesses that she probably called her Dad ... she always turns to Bill with all of her problems. Lynn has always been very close to her Father, and he will likely give her some good advice. He can afford a good attorney for her.

Later, with the kids settling together watching TV, Michael calls his Tax attorney friend. He explains his problem to Chet,

'Wow, Michael, I am so sorry. I remember Lynn from your wedding, she is a real fox!"

'Yah, and she is also a lying, cheating whore-bitch! And she is toast, as far as I am concerned." Michael countered.

"Okay, well, there's this guy I went to law school with ... top of our class ... I think he went into family law with his father's big firm. He will be expensive, but he is good. You want her to be toast; well this guy is the toaster! Let me see if I can get in touch with him. He owes me, so I will make him fit you in tomorrow early."

"Thanks Chet, now it seems I owe you!"

"Not at all, Michael, give me a chance to get you back on the racquetball court, and buy me lunch, and I'll call it even, brother!"

"You're the best, and you're on. Bring your 'A-game' bro, you'll need it!" they both laugh.

~ ~ ~

Lynn answers the door, and her tall handsome father is standing there. Without a word, she rushes to throw her arms around him, and kisses him on the cheek.

"Thank you Daddy, I really need you now. I am so lost!"




My Loving Wife Ch. 03



"Lynn, sweetie, when have you ever not needed me for one of your crises? You said that you screwed up, but I remember that all of your screw-ups have been major; you never did anything half way darling. So, let's sit and you can tell me all about this one."

"Oh, Daddy, I am so embarrassed! I-I got caught by Michael having an affair with another man ... caught fucking him Daddy! Well, he must have gotten suspicious, so his private investigator caught me. At least that's what I think. Michael is not talking to me right now, and he has the kids with him." Bill's jaw tightens as he forms a response to his Daughter.

"Lynn, I should take you over my knee and spank the hell out of you right now! What in the hell are you doing fooling around on Mike? He is the best guy you ever dated ... and my darling Daughter ... you have dated some doozies! Mike has my respect, and you know I do not give it easily. He is a hardworking guy, he is great with the kids, and he loves you ... I know that he loves you darling."

"Yes, I um, love Michael too, but I just got stuck on this one guy. I-I was attracted to him and, I guess, things just kind'a happened."

"This isn't a bedroom thing is it? Mike seems like a real jock ... he beats me all the time on the racquetball court."

"No, Michael is a wonderful lover. I just began to think that with the job, the kids and everything that I was just missing out. I didn't mean for it to happen, Daddy ... it just did! I know that sounds lame!"

"Alright! You know my feelings, so let's talk about what we can do going forward. First, we have to get you a lawyer—a good one. Mike is smart, and he will likely find someone good for himself. It might occur to him to consolidate the joint accounts, so you will have to do that yourself as early on as you can."

"Daddy, I have an escrow meeting tomorrow first thing, and it will take an hour or two. I guess I could get to the bank after that. Should I take it all or half or what?"

"I will have my attorney call you tomorrow, might be late morning. Set up a meeting with her as soon as you can ... her name is Karen. But, talk to her before you go to the bank though. Now, let me take you out to dinner darling, and you can tell me all the things I don't know yet!"

"I-I ordered some room service here Daddy."

"Yuck! Call them back and cancel it! We'll go out. I don't want you holing up in some drab hotel room. Don't worry, sweetie, we will figure it out!" She throws her arms around her Father's neck,

"Oh, Daddy, I love you so much!"

~ ~ ~

Michael is tired, but orders a movie for them to watch, and pizza delivery to the room. The kids love pizza! Adam finds some ice cream desserts on the menu, and Michael says, "Okay, order it honey for you and Jenny!"

Jenny asks, "Can we call Mommy?" 

"Maybe later, darling. You'll see her soon."

Michael's phone rings, and it is Chet.

"Hey, Mike. I was able to get in touch with my friend, and he can see you at nine tomorrow morning ... you're all set! Is that okay for you? His name is Michael also, but we all used to call him Mick, so that might be less confusing for you."

"Great! Thanks, Chet. I really do owe you. I'll get the kids to their Grandma's early, my Mom will watch them. I will be staying there after today, for a week or so."

"Oh great, say hello to Clarice for me. Your Mom was the one who encouraged me to go to law school you know! Good luck Mike!"

"Thanks again, see ya Chet!"

Michael turns to his kids both in their pajamas now, makes claws with his hands and moving toward them with a threatening voice he roars,

"Now where are my little monsters?" They both squeal, and jump onto the bed, and Michael tickles them into frenzy.

~ ~ ~

Bill takes his lovely Daughter out for dinner, but he checks her out of her hotel room first, offering her the guest bedroom in his upscale townhouse. She accepts. Bill is divorced from Lynn's Mother, who lives in another part of town with her significant other. Lynn and her Mother are semi-estranged, and talk only when necessary. Lynn follows Bill to his townhouse, and he drives them from there to the restaurant.

At dinner, her Father is concerned for his Daughter, but he becomes a little peeved at her behavior. 

"Damn, kid. If you were younger I would turn you over my knee, and given it to you hard!"

"Oh Daddy, you never spanked me before."

"Well, maybe I should have. I love you pumpkin, but your Mother always got in the way of my giving you a swat on the butt when you needed it."

Lynn is thinking about this, getting a little aroused by the prospect of a spanking. She is not sure why, she isn't really into anything like that, but the idea of being bent over her tall handsome Father's lap is compelling ... arousing.

Bill"s initial anger vented, they just talk Daddy to Daughter, sharing a nice meal and a bottle of wine. The short skirt of Lynn's suit rises a little in Bill's car, so that the top of her stockings are visible with just a peek of thigh showing. 

Lynn sees Bill gazing at her legs, and slowly opens her legs just a little, lazily massaging her inner thighs with her fingers, still turned-on by the prospect of a spanking later. She is thinking "I really do deserve a punishment; maybe being beaten will make me feel a sharp sting for how shitty I have treated my loving husband."

She feels herself getting a little moist, thinking about this. Bill notices her fingering her pretty legs, and feels a little ache building in his groin. He is her Father, but he is also a man!

Back at Bill's townhouse, Lynn takes a shower, and changes into short shorts, and an oversized T-shirt she borrows from Michael's drawer. She does not have overly large breasts, but they jiggle noticeably under the T-shirt as she walks out to where Bill is having a scotch with water—but more scotch than water.

He is sitting on a straight-back chair turned around from the dining room table. Lynn comes in with a rather sheepish look on her face. She is breathing hard. She borrows a fifteen-inch wooden ruler from Bill's den, and tests it by slapping it against her palm. It hurt. She wants it to hurt.

Bill looks that his Daughter with a questioning look, and Lynn hands him the ruler, saying.

"I g-guess you're right Daddy. I guess I should feel a sting for what I have done. Here, I deserve a hard spanking!"

She bends herself over his knees. He hesitates not sure what to do, but just smooths his hand over her pretty ass, encased in pink panties with a little blue bow at the back. They expose a little cheek underneath. He sets the ruler on the table, and feeling his anger rising at Lynn's recent unconscionable behavior; yanks her panties down to her knees, draws his hand back, and smacks it hard against his lovely Daughter's pristine butt-cheeks. 

He rains several more smacks to her bottom, as she starts to whimper, and after about a dozen strokes, each one harder than the last, she is crying, both from the pain, and from guilt. "I deserve this! I have to feel pain!" she thinks to herself. She says through her sobs,

"Harder, Daddy!"

Bill, smooths his hand over her very red swollen bottom to check for damage, picks up the ruler, and gives her another dozen whacks, increasingly out of anger at what she has done to her family, so the last half dozen were as hard as he could muster. Lynn is crying openly, uncontrollably, sobbing, and hiccupping, trying to put her hands in the way of the punishing ruler. 

Her father pulls her hands up behind her back, firmly holding them out of the way for the last series of strokes. Bill can feel her breasts pressing against the side of his thighs, and smoothing his hand over her bottom, his fingers slide down her crack and over her very exposed, very wet pussy lips.

She had become very moist with the punishment and the exposure of her most private parts to her Father. This is her first spanking at the hands of a strong male, and she hopes it will not be her last! Bill orders his Daughter into the guest bedroom, and follows, with a bottle of lotion.

"Get on the bed, Lynn ... bottom up!" He demands. She complies.

Bill sits on the bed and pulls her over his lap again to spread the soothing lotion over her red and swollen ass. It feels as good to him as it does to her, and he can feel himself getting longer and thicker as he touches her intimately. 

She can feel his growing cock pressing against her belly. He is moaning with the pleasure of his touches to his Daughter, just as she is getting more aroused from being touched. She crawls of his legs, and back onto the bed with her bright red ass sticking up to her Father's view.

"Go so sleep, Lynn honey, we will talk in the morning." He kisses her on her neck behind her ear, and gives her butt a couple of soft pats. She moans softly and smiles.

"N-Night, Daddy!" She sniffles, still a little wet-eyed.

Michael walks back into the living room, pours himself a double scotch, and shudders a little from his stimulation touching his lovely Daughter. He settles down in his room wearing just a pair of sports briefs.

At about two o'clock in the morning, Lynn quietly tiptoes into her Father's room still wearing only a T-shirt. She whispers in his ear,

"Daddy, can I squeeze in with you, I-I d-don't want to be alone tonight."

"Alright. Slide in from the other side, and go to sleep honey."

Lynn slid into the bed, and moved up behind her father almost touching, but not quite. He can feel the heat from her body, but falls back asleep. After a little while, she pulls off her T-shirt, and cuddles up against Bill, pressing her firm breasts into his back, with her hands around him massaging his bare hairy chest. Still asleep, Bill puts his hands over hers.

He feels her hands slipping down inside his shorts, and over his hardening cock. Slowly, and still half asleep he turns toward his Daughter, shifts his position on top of her as she spreads her legs, and helps him out of his briefs. Without any foreplay or preliminaries, Bill slides himself inside his Daughter's sweet pussy all the way, as she climaxes in a series of shudders and convulsions.

After about ten minutes of fondling her breasts, and sliding in and out of her she comes a couple more times just from his size inside her. He stiffens, and comes deep inside Lynn's pussy with a couple of grunts, as she comes again. "Oh Daddy!" escapes her lips as she lies under him with his cock buried deep within her. Part of her arousal is coming from her still painful ass. She waits through his last shudders, puts her mouth on his and kisses her handsome Father passionately.

Bill suddenly breaks from the kiss, looks down at his lovely Daughter, still massaging her breasts and says,

"My God, Lynn. What the hell are we doing?"

"I don't know, Daddy, I just need someone to hold my tonight ... t-to make love to me ... to be inside me!" It is dark in the room, so Lynn cannot see the deep embarrassment on her Fathers face as he says,

"Perhaps you should go back to the guest room my dear!"

~ ~ ~

Michael arrives at his attorney's office a little early, after dropping the kids at Clarice's house. Mick's secretary is a pretty brunette who smiles sweetly at him. Michael introduces himself, and she checks the appointment log. 

"Oh, you are his first one, Michael! He will be here shortly, is there anything I can get you ... Water, coffee, or anything?" She thinks to herself, "Me?"

"Nope! Fine, darlin', I'll just wait." She blushes at her inner thoughts about Michael.

Michael finally meets his new attorney, and they settle in his office. "So, you and Chet were frat brothers! He told me a little about your predicament, so I understand your problem. He says that you have evidence of adultery, so I'll need that from you. This is a no-fault state, so it doesn't make much difference for division of assets or for child custody, but it can be useful as leverage in negotiations later." He lays it out for Michael,

"She is going to get herself an attorney, so we will have to wait to see what they come up with. Don't expect to walk away with all the money, or even sole guardianship of the kids. Although she is a slut, and even if she has been ridden more times than 'American Pharaoh,' she might get the kids and possibly the house, plus half of the marital assets. Welcome to divorce American style!" 

"The house is mine, I had it before our marriage, and it is in my name alone." Michael interjects. Mick continues,

"We will fight to keep that off the table, but she may be entitled to half of any marital assets she contributed to the payments. Divorce is an unwinding—not a way to punish bad behavior. We will also fight any attempts of hers to sue for alimony and will ask for limited child support if she is granted custody, since she can support them on her own, judging from the tax information you have here. Her attorney will ask for it, because that is what I would do if I were representing her. That's where your pictures, and tape transcripts come in. We'll beat her up with it, trust me!" Michael interjects,

"Mick, I do not want her beaten up. As pissed as I am, I want my children to respect me when they are old enough to understand what we are doing here. I want to be fair, and I just want her gone."

"Okay Mike, understood! But, there are some things that is just smart to fight for, and anyone would be able to see that. Understand that no judge is going to take her kids away unless she is a demonstrable danger to the them and marital infidelity does not count, since it sounds like she is a good mother—even if she hasn't exactly been a loving wife. 

At least you will be rid of her, and a chance to start over. If you keep the house and can buy her out, there is a better than fair chance that you can become the custodial parent, so child support will be her problem." He shifts closer to Michael, 

"Michael, just man-to-man, give yourself some time before you get back into the swing of things. Work hard, and take care of your children. I have seen too many guys get out there, start dating, sport fucking, and making a bad situation in life, worse. This is not legal advice, just some good advice from a friend of a friend. Your children will need lots of attention from both of you for a while. In order to win battles elsewhere, we should be generous with her visitation rights.

Give me a listing of any fungible assets you have, and I will have Molly my secretary out front, call them and set up some accounts for you, all you will have to do is to sign the papers. I will get an order to have the accounts frozen in the meantime, in case she tries to raid them. I will draw up our proposal, and we will have to have a conference with her and her lawyer. Judges look favorably on cases where the two parties are in some kind of general agreement.

Do not ... and I mean, DO NOT go after the boyfriend. Her attorney will use it to hurt your case ... because that's what I would do. I'll let you know when to come in for signatures and stuff. I will need $3000 retainer, and my time bills out at $450 an hour. Can you handle that?"

"Yeah, I can do that. I'll have you a check by the end of the day."

Mick stands up, and shakes Michael's hand,

"Fine. I'll be in touch, Michael."

As Michael walks out of Mick's office and past his secretary, Molly says,

"Goodbye, Michael!" when he turns around, he sees a sweet smile on her pretty face.

~ ~ ~

Paul is shift-off today, so he is spending the day with Jan. She comes up to him in the late morning, puts her arms around his shoulders, kisses him on the back of the neck, and asks him to take her out to lunch. 

"Make it someplace quiet and intimate Paul honey."

"Alright, just let me finish this one thing first." As he finishes a small plumbing job in the kitchen, "Here it is! A pair of your panties somehow got into the drain, honey."

"Oh thank you so much Paul, you are so handy."

As he rises, she is standing so close that she takes him into an embrace, and kisses him sweetly. My hero!" She says with a big smile.

At the restaurant, they both order something light, and over coffee after the meal Jan says,

"Paul. I have something I need to talk about with you."

"Sure, honey! Anything."

"Paul, I love you ... you know that. I have been feeling that I am neglecting you too much lately, with the kids, and the house, and ... everything. I want to change all that. Since you are off this weekend, can we go away somewhere together ... just the two of us? I want us to be closer together, especially now that Michael and Lynn are having some problems. Paul, we have to be there for them ... they are our best friends ... so we need to be good together."

"Jan, I have always loved you, and I am happy that you want to make things better. You will have my full support, and my love, honey. One thing though, just try to be more careful with your panties around drains, okay sweetie?" (She giggles and nods yes.)

Paul knows that Jan has been having an affair (or affairs). He does not like her being with other men, but if Michael and Lynn's problems have scared her straight, he will be there for her ... but just for this one time. He is cleaning her slate, but is a little disappointed that she didn't come clean about her affairs. He would have forgiven her. Maybe someday they can talk about it.

He also realizes that he has the upper hand in this. She would not have any problem finding another man, but one who will be as constant in her life as he has been, might be a difficult find for her. If he divorces her, she will have to find a job to support the kids, with no real job skills. So with all of these thoughts flooding his brain, he says to her,

"Jan, sweetie, I know that you will never betray me, but for this to work we need to be on an even footing, so to speak. I will divorce your sweet, incredibly perfect little ass, if I ever catch you in an affair ... going forward."

Jan looks at Paul wide-eyed, and is particularly pleased at his finally finding out where his balls are located. She gulps and says,

"Yes Paul darling. I understand."

"Good. I'm glad that's out of the way, and yes, let's do go away for the weekend, I can leave the kids at my mother's. And ... buy yourself something lacy and sexy and expensive to bring with us."

"Yes darling!" 

Whew, she thinks to herself, I might just get past this. His take-charge attitude is turning me on! I think this boy might just get himself fucked purple when we get home! We still have a couple of hours before I have to get the kids, and make him a nice drink. Paul has been so good to me, and I have been an absolute shit to him. That is going to change!

Paul and Jan walked back out to the car arm-in-arm, with her head on his shoulder. At home, as Paul pulls out the key for their front door, Jan squeezed between him and the door pulls her blouse off with no bra, right on the front porch, and giggling, reaches into his pants to touch him.

He somehow gets the door open, and she slides out of her short skirt before entering the house.

"C'mon, Pauly, give it to me right here!" She kisses him, jamming her tongue into his mouth.

"Jan! get your naked little butt inside, and upstairs."

"Yes darling!" She giggles as she waves to the elderly male neighbor across the street. "Hi!"

She grabs Paul, by the shirt and pulls him inside. He takes his clothes off to match her state, and picks her up, with her incredible legs wrapped around him. He laughs and she giggles as they try to mount upstairs to the bedroom with his cock buried in her pussy.

She is pushing herself up and down on him, rubbing her pert tits on his chest as they almost fall down the stairs backward. She is saying to him, 

"Oh Paul, darling, please fuck me!"

They flop onto the bed, still laughing, and he continues stroking in and out of his beautiful wife, with her perfect ass in his hands. He fucked her long and hard, taking the initiative with his newly found man-card, until he stiffens and jams it into her sweet pussy all the way, as she comes again harder with screams, and wild convulsions.




My Loving Wife Ch. 03



"Oh Paul! Oh God, Oh Paul honey! Oh! I can feel it ... in my ass ... Oh! I need to have you again darling!" she says breathlessly. After they cool down, they go at it again.

~ ~ ~

The next morning, Michael and Mick are meeting with Lynn and her attorney, Karen. Lynn looks tired and drawn and to Michael, and he finds himself feeling sorry for her ...just a little. She looks at him and he can see the sorrow in her eyes,

"Hello, Michael!" She says quietly.

He answers with a curt nod, "Lynn!"

The two lawyers are haggling over demands, and wording of the agreement, and Michael is just looking at Lynn. She slowly raises her eyes sitting across the table from him with tears forming in them. She looks over at her lawyer and nods at a question she is asking, but looks back at Michael with a loving look on her face.

Lynn is truly remorseful, and just seems lost that she can't get him to acknowledge her. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Michael's attorney push the file folder of pictures and transcripts over to Karen. She doesn't want to look at them, and she doesn't want to hurt Michael any more than she already has. So, she is prepared to agree with whatever Michael's attorney comes up with, trusting that Michael will treat her fairly.

Michael and Lynn are still looking at each other when they both overhear Mick trying to get their attention to wrap things up. Mick has proposed an even split of the marital assets, and for Michael to buy out her interest in the house. 

He will propose to the Judge that the children stay in the house with Michael as custodial parent, and that Lynn receive very generous visitation rights to compensate. He argues that to do otherwise will only punish the children.

They will each keep their own autos, and sports and leisure equipment, etc. Karen is fighting for Lynn to keep the house and for her to be the custodial spouse, arguing that the file of pictures and transcripts mean nothing. Lynn turns to Karen, and says,

"It's okay. I will accept all of Michael's proposals." 

This includes reduced child support that Mick fought for from Lynn. Karen tries to get her to reject that, but she says, 

"No. I accept what Michael has offered me. He is being fair with me." To herself she is thinking, "and I do not deserve it ... despicable whore that I turned out to be!"

Michael looks into Lynn's eyes, then looks at Karen and asks her to send her bill to him. He will pay for her legal costs. Lynn tears-up again, lowers her eyes, and smiles for the first time today. Michael still loves Lynn, and Lynn is still hoping for reconciliation down the road. She takes her last chance, look up a Michael with tears in her eyes, and says,

"Michael, I still love you!" She lowers her head, and cries softly into her hands.

He wants to touch her and she wants to touch him, but they each turn and walk away with their attorneys, looking back at each other with wistful looks. She cheated on him in a most despicable way possible, and he cannot condone what she did, but he has feelings for her still.

~ ~ ~

Epilogue:

The judge eventually awards the house and custody of the children to Michael. Lynn receives payments from Michael for her portion of the house payments, which more than offsets child support that Lynn must pay. All other marital assets are split evenly, with personal property to be retained by each party. Lynn was granted liberal visitation rights at Michael's insistence. The marriage of Michael James, and Lynn Marie Anderson was dissolved.

Paul and Jan renewed their marriage vows, on vacation in Hawaii ... not the next weekend, but the next week, and with tears in her eyes, Jan promised to be faithful to him (a promise she kept!)... and not to lose her panties down any more drains (a promise that proved more of a challenge). Paul slipped another slender gold ring on her ring finger to mark the occasion. They are still together, and are a loving couple. They still have Michael and Lynn over ... but separately.

Jake took Janice to a small out-of-the-way resort on Mexico's west coast where they swam, dined in style, danced, and made love. On the last night of their vacation, Jake took her to a fancy restaurant. She excused herself to visit the ladies room, and when she got back there was a small black velvet box next to her plate. Her eyes widened as she opens a box containing an engagement ring. Jake got on his knees and asked her to marry him. She said, "Yes, my love! Oh, hell yes!"

Michael and Lynn worked together on making visitations orderly, and Michael was very generous with her for the sake of the children who love their Mother so much. Three years after their divorce, Michael and Lynn met casually at a party with mutual friends; they danced and talked, and started dating again on a trial basis. She had moved out of her Father's house, and into a home of her own with room for the children to visit. She was pretty, well dressed, and had not dated nor had sex in three years.

Tony received a visit outside a club one night by Matt and Gary (the big guy!), and a couple of their very large friends. They all "invited" him into their sedan with him sitting between two large men in the back seat. They took him to the Dam. They stripped him, and with Gary holding one leg, and Matt the other they dangled him over the two-hundred-fifty foot drop to the bottom of the Dam.

They just wanted to scare the shit out of him, and did a pretty good job of it. After they got a promise from him never to mess with another man's wife again, they set him on solid ground, dropping him on his head.

"Oops! Sorry about that ... okay there buddy!" said Matt facetiously. They left him there, dressed in just his underwear bikini briefs, to find his own way home. Matt mailed his clothes back to him the next week.

No one ever knew what happened between he and his wife Betty, since the firm fired him, and they moved to another town. Lynn, Cheryl, and Abigale were all placed on probation by the firm for unprofessional conduct. They had their wages cut for six months, with Lynn's commission cut by a half a percent. This also put her prospects for partnership on the back burner.

Six months after their vows renewal, Paul, working with the pluming in the upstairs bathroom, pulls a pair of panties out of the stopped-up drain and yells,

"Jan!!!"

END



My Loving Wife Ch. 1



I got off work early so I thought I'd hurry home and surprise my wife with a night on the town. It had been a good day so I was in a good mood. I was singing to myself as I pulled into the driveway. I was in such a good mood I hardly noticed the strange car parked alongside my wife's. It was just a friend of Terri's I guessed, so I paid it no further attention and headed inside. I opened the door slowly, wanting to surprise her with my presence. The door swung open easily and closed just as easily. I gently set my keys down and made my way through the dimly lit house. As I got closer to the bedroom I could start to hear voices from within. 

"Beg for it you dirty little whore!" 

I stopped dead in my tracks. It was a man's voice and I was suddenly very confused. 

"Do it please! Stick your big cock up my ass!" 

The sound of my sweet wife's voice struck like a dagger in my heart. She was fucking some guy in our bedroom! Part of me wanted to run in there and beat the fuck of the guy and throw Terri out of the house, but another part of me wanted nothing more than to sneak a peek at my wife getting fucked. 

As I crept closer the voices became more distinguished. The bedroom door was open slightly and there was a faint glow coming from within the lamplit room. I swallowed hard as I peered through the opening into the room. 

My heart stopped. There was my wife, on her hands and knees on our bed. Kneeling behind her was some strange guy trying to work his thick dick into my wife's asshole. Terri's head was dipped low, her beautiful hair hanging about her face in a sweaty tangled mess. Her hand was feverishly at work between her legs rubbing her clit, like she always does when we make love. Judging from her appearance I guessed that she and her new lover had been at it for quite a while. 

"Shove it in my asshole! Fuck me! Fuck your little slut's asshole." 

I couldn't believe the words coming from Terri's mouth. She never talked to me like that. 

"Oh my god!!! Fuck!!" 

My wife was fighting through the pain of having a huge cock planted deep in her ass, and she was loving every minute of it. 

The guy had a satisfied grin on his face, as his cock slipped past Terri's muscular ring and slid deep into her ass. With that, he lifted his hand, only to bring it down heavily on my wife's ass with a sickening slap. Terri gritted her teeth through a sexy smile. 

"Fuck yeah!" she moaned, increasing the speed of her hand on her clit. 

The guy was thrusting in and out faster now. I was actually watching his cock appear and disappear into my wife's tender asshole. 

"You love it, don't you slut? You love my dick in your ass!" 

"Oh yeah baby, don't stop fucking my ass!" 

With that, the guy grabbed a handful of Terri's hair and yanked her head back as he shoved his dick into her with authority. I couldn't believe the look in her face. It was one that I had never seen before. A look of pure lust. 

"Fuck, I'm cumming." 

"Do it slut! Make yourself cum with my cock up your tight little ass! I bet you love getting assfucked on your husband's bed don't you whore? Does he know that he married a dirty little cumslut?" 

This was apparently too much for Terri to handle and she let loose the most savage orgasm I had ever witnessed. As it subsided, my wife's lover relented in his anal pounding and slowed to a rhythmic thrust. She turned and looked him in the face. 

"I want to suck your cock!" 

Just when I thought I couldn't be more surprised, I watched in a state of frozen helplessness as this strange man withdrew his turgid cock from my wife's anus. Turning her around, he fed his dick into Terri's waiting mouth. She immediately began sucking with abandon, like some kind of sexually depraved wild woman, bobbing her head up and down on his dick. Her beautiful lips stretched around his saliva soaked member, savoring every inch. 

"You're a good little whore!" the man said with a smirk. "Your husband must be proud." 

Terri released his cock only long enough to respond. 

"You know I'm only a whore for you baby." she said smiling. 

I couldn't have been more hurt. 

"Oh and by the way, that reminds me. I have something special for you tonight" she said with a mischievious grin. 

I was confused. I had already witnessed the love of my life get fucked in the ass and then proceed to suck the guys cock right after. What else could they do? 

I quietly watched as Terri laid on her back. I noticed she was wearing the thigh high black boots I had bought her for Valentine's Day. She hardly ever wore them for me. 

She motioned for her partner to go to her. He crawled over to Terri, and she prompted him to swing a leg over her head so he was straddling her face, facing her feet. Then it hit me. 

"Oh god no!" I whispered to myself. Then I watched in horror as my loving wife of three years proceeded to bury her face in this strange man's ass. 

From my vantage point it was hard to see but I could make out Terri's tongue darting around the rim of his asshole. He raised himself up to a squatting position and began jerking his cock. 

"Oh yeah baby! Lick that ass! Show me what a dirty little slut you are." 

His hand was slowly grinding his cock as my wife grabbed his ass pulling him close. He was literally sitting on her face. 

"You like licking my asshole don't you whore?" 

"Mmm Hmmm." 

Her voice was muffled by the man's ass, but by the way she was moaning you would think Terri was the one getting the rim job. She was actually enjoying it! Her little pink tongue was fast at work dipping and diving as her lover moaned along with her. 

"Oh yeah, that's it! Stick your tongue up my ass!" 

Her delicate hands produced white, bloodless marks on the man's hips as she strained to force as much of her tongue up his butt hole as possible. His hand started moving faster as his greedy asshole ate up my wife's tongue. As he let out a restrained groan, he brought his hand up to catch his spewing jism. After a few more strokes, he pulled himself off Terri's face, cupping the white fluid in his hand like some kind of treasure. The two smiled at each other for a brief moment, before he brought his hand to my wife's face, smearing his cum into her mouth. Terri lapped her tongue out like a hungry kitten trying to get as much of his sperm as possible. His large hand deposited most of the fluid, and then held still as she licked him clean. 

"Thanks babe. Same time tomorrow?" 

Terri stretched out on the bed, looking unbelievably slutty, with her black boots and cum smeared face. 

"I can't. I have to work. How about Monday?" 

"Sounds good." 

My heart skipped a beat as Terri then got up from the bed. I thought for a moment that I would be found out, but I watched as she walked over to the vcr and ejected a tape. She then returned to the bed, and deposited the tape into the drawer beside her bed. I was confused. I had always thought that she kept family pictures and stuff like that in there, though I had never been that interested. I was interested now though, as Terri closed the drawer and locked it with a key. 

My mind was a mess as I quietly left the house. I had a lot to digest. I had just witnessed my supposed loving wife commit acts that most porn stars wouldn't even do! I knew one thing though. I had to find out more. 

************* 

After having a few drinks at a local pub, I drove home late. I wondered to myself if Terri even cared that I was getting home so late. When I got home she was asleep. I didn't blame her. After the fucking she had just received it would be hard for anyone to stay awake. I crept silently into the bedroom and inspected my sleeping bride. There was no evidence that anything had occurred. She was dressed in a pair of cotton panties, and a tight little pink shirt. The covers were thrown off her, as she usually gets hot at night. She was laying on her stomach, with her cute little ass propped up in the air by the blankets under her sleeping body. Part of me wanted to tear those panties off her and fuck her in the ass, like that guy had done only a few hours earlier. I decided against it, however, as Terri usually doesn't appreciate being woken up for sex. I had to use tact if I wanted to get to the bottom of her cheating ways. I left the room and slumped down on the couch in the living room, turning on the TV. Soon I drifted asleep. 

I woke in the morning to the sound of my wife singing to herself. She was getting ready for work I guessed. I reluctantly pulled myself up from the couch and made my way to the kitchen. Terri already had some coffee made and I helped myself to a cup. 

"Morning Hon." 

My wife's cheery voice caused me to look up from my coffee. 

"Did you have a good day at work yesterday? I tried to wait up for you, but I fell asleep. Sorry." 

She gave me a peck on the cheek. I was trying to act normal. 

"That's okay, I was tired anyway." I said. "How was your night?" 

"Same old. Pretty boring I guess. I just watched some TV. Oh shit, look at the time! I have to get to work!" 

Terri quickly downed her coffee and gave me another kiss. "I love you." 

Those words felt like the world's biggest lie, but I somehow managed to spew them back at her. Then she was gone, leaving me alone to my tortured thoughts. I watched out the window as she drove away. When she was gone I made a dash to the bedroom. I immediately went for the drawers beside our bed. I tried the first one. Locked. I tried the second. Locked. I took a deep breath and tried the second. 

"Damn!" I cursed, as I found that it was locked as well. I was just about to go get a hammer to smash the drawers open, when I noticed a gleam of silver in a pile of clothes in the corner of the room. I walked over and to my surprise I found a small key! Terri must have really been in a hurry that morning. Praising my luck, I fell to my knees and placed the key into the keyhole of the first drawer. 

With a quiet click, the key turned. I took a deep breath and pulled the drawer open. My eyes widened. Handcuffs, a variety of dildoes and vibrators, and several bottles of lotions and lubricants. The drawer was packed full of stuff and I eagerly began to leaf through it all. I had no Idea Terri was into this stuff. One unusual dildo I found had two heads. One for the pussy and one for the ass I guessed. There was also several thin little vibrators that I assumed were for purely anal action. 

I closed the drawer and locked it once again. The second drawer was soon open I was no less surprised at the contents in there. It appeared to be filled with clothes. There were lycra miniskirts, stockings, and a variety of panties. I had never seen any of them before. I was even more amazed as I pulled out a full french maid's outfit, and a latex nurse's costume. 

Closing that drawer, I went for the third and final one. As it opened my eyes came to rest of a variety of video tapes. I had never known my wife liked to watch porn either, but I was beginning to realize that there was alot about Terri that I didn't know. There was also a stack of what appeared to be business cards. They were from a place called "The Candy Club" and had the name "Jenna" on them. I was intrigued and quickly decided to check out the club when I found the time. 

After grabbing some breakfast I decided to take a peek at my wife's stash of porno tapes. I always enjoy a good porn and I was feeling a bit horny. I started to leaf through the tapes, but none of them had any labels or titles on them. They must have been low quality films, I guessed. Grabbing a cup of coffee, I popped one of the tapes into the vcr and laid back on the bed. The screen was all fuzzy until a picture finally came into view. 

I dropped my coffee. 

It was my living room!! I scrambled to pick up the dropped cup of cup as I stared dumfounded at the TV screen. 

"Oh no!" I said to myself as I saw Terri walk into view. She was dressed in the latex nurses outfit that I had just found, complete with garters, white stockings, elbow length white gloves and high heels. I had to admit she looked fucking hot! The sound on the tape was poor, so I couldn't make out what she was saying, but she appeared to be talking to someone off camera. I saw her curl her finger towards her, motioning for someone to go to her. Then my hands clenched in anger as two men entered the scene. 


One was a tall blonde guy, wearing only a pair of grey boxer briefs. The second was a shorter, but more muscular, black man dressed in a similar fashion. The men went to either side, flanking my grinning wife. She turned her head to the side, accepting a deep, lewd kiss from the blonde guy. The black man grabbed Terri's ass with one hand and her breast with the other. She reached back, pawing at the bulge in his shorts as she continued to lock lips with the blonde man. The black guy was saying something to Terri as he was leaning back checking out her body. He then went around back and started unlacing the back of her outfit. The white guy broke his kiss off and started to help his friend undress my wife. 

Soon Terri was sitting on our sofa, wearing only stockings, garters, gloves, heels and a white nurses cap. The white man was kneeling down between her legs giving her pussy long wet strokes of his tongue. The black guy had one foot up on the sofa, with his crotch in Terri's face. She had a hand on his ass and was mouthing his balls through his shorts. Frantically, she pulled down his shorts, freeing his rigid cock. Lifting his large, black dick, my wife placed her mouth around his balls, sucking lustfully. I could hear her moan as the other guy slid two fingers into her wet pussy. The camera angle shifted to a close up of the blonde guy's work. 

He had two fingers in Terri's pussy and another up her tight little asshole. His tongue was at work flicking over her clit. As the camera moved up her body I noticed that I myself had a raging hard- on! I was actually getting turned on! However, any feelings I had were far outweighed by the betrayal that I had recently uncovered. 

Terri was now taking that black dick deep down her throat, as her hand caressed his balls. Each pass of her sweet lips left a gleaming, wet sheen on his ebony cock. The white guy then came up to Terri's opposite side, stripping off his boxer briefs. She immediately let the cock in her mouth slip from her grasp, and sucked in the new meat in front of her. 

There she was. Her sexy white-gloved hands grasping two turgid cocks, trading off, sucking each one in turn. At one point she even had both dicks in her mouth at once. She looked like such a whore! After a good few minutes of cocksucking the men positioned my wife on her hands and knees. The black guy immediately fed his pole back into my wife's hungry mouth, as his companion began working his dick into Terri's cunt. 

My wife's mouth opened wide as she was penetrated from both ends. This only prompted the black man to shove his cock deeper down her throat. He was grabbing her by the hair and fucking her face as the blonde guy slid his dick in and out of her pussy. After a few minutes the guy in her pussy pulled out dribbled spit onto Terri's asshole. I knew what was next to come and I continued to watch with dread as he worked his cock into my wife's butt hole. The camera switched to a close up of the dick pressing into her ass. It popped past the muscular ring and slid into Terri's anus, a place I had yet to go. I continued to watch the graphic scene as my bride's asshole was stretched around the large cock. 

As the camera went back to Terri's face, I could see her mouth the words: "Fuck my ass!" The black guy was lightly smacking her face with his wet cock. The camera then zoomed out to show Terri getting it in both ends. The guy in her ass was gripping her cheeks with both hands, as he slowly ground his hips into her. The guy in her mouth, was thrusting a little faster, grabbing handfuls of her hair as he fucked her face. Terri was running her hand between his legs, stroking his balls and ass. 

After a few minutes the men pulled out and laid my wife on the floor. The black guy then took his turn between Terri's legs, sliding his meat into her well-fucked pussy. The other guy went around and knelt at her head, straddling her face. After allowing my bride to lick his balls he began to feed his cock into her mouth. Terri tilted her head back to take all of his cock down her throat. Meanwhile, the black man was spreading her legs wide allowing himself better access to her hot little cunt. My wife was moaning like a whore, as she took it in both ends. I could see her throat enlarging with each thrust of the cock, as the man's balls mashed against Terri's face. As the camera switched back to the black man, I could see that he too was going to sample my wife's tight little ass. 

His dick slid in a little easier than the last one, as he pushed himself in up to the hilt in Terri's asshole. He raised her hips off the ground to get better access, as he gyrated his pelvis into her. This went on for a couple more minutes before the men decided to try something new. 

The black guy eased his cock out of her ass and his companion pulled his dick from her throat. The blonde guy laid back on the floor coaxing Terri over towards him. She straddled him and lowered herself down onto his waiting cock. Once she was fully impaled on his dick. She leaned forward, spreading her ass cheeks. The black guy soon resumed his position up my wife's ass, stuffing Terri full of cock. 

I started to fast forward the tape, getting a little tired of seeing my wife acting like a whore. I stopped it just in time to see both men empty their loads into Terri's mouth. Her face was a gooey mess as she licked both cocks clean. 

I turned off the TV. Part of me wanted to check out the other videos, but I figured that I had had enough surprises for one day. I went and had a shower after locking up Terri's drawer again. As I let the cool water flow over my body I found my thoughts drifting to thoughts of my wife getting fucked, as my hand drifted to my rock hard cock. After a quick jerk off session, I finished up in the shower and got dressed. 

I spent most of the day lounging around watching TV and thinking about Terri. As I lay there, I remembered the business card! I quickly pulled it out. 

"The Candy Club" I muttered to myself. What was my loving wife up to now? I straightened myself up a little before heading out the door. 

To be Continued.



My Loving Wife Ch. 2



The address on the card was across town, so it took me almost an hour to get there. When I finally arrived I wasn't surprised that is was a strip club of some kind. I parked my car and walked up to the entrance, where a large man was standing. 

"Ten bucks cover" he said gruffly. 

I handed over the cash and walked inside. It was pretty classy for a strip club. There was numerous different levels, all leading down to the main stage, where a young blonde woman was busy bumping and grinding to the music. Situated around the stage in a semicircle, were numerous chairs, all filled with young men. The rest of the place was filled with soft leather couches. I took a seat in the very back, keeping myself out of view in the dim light. 

"Would you like a drink?" 

I ordered a rum and coke from the waitress and sat back watching the show. The girl on stage soon finished and the DJ introduced another.  As a tall brunette in a cheerleader outfit walked onto the stage I looked at the card I had found. 

"Jenna" I kept saying to myself. After about an hour, and three different strippers the lights on stage went out and the room went quiet. 

"Gentlemen, this is the moment you have all been waiting for!" 

The DJ's voice boomed out over the room. 

"Please welcome the Candy Club's own Jenna!!" 

The room erupted into applause as I stared in disbelief as my wife strutted out onto the stage to the music of Brittney Spears. Terri was dressed the part, in a short little schoolgirl skirt, with a white top. The outfit was completed with some little black shoes and thigh high white stockings. I couldn't deny that my wife looked sexy. 

I also couldn't believe the way Terri was dancing. I had no idea she could move like that. I was captivated as I watched her spin across the stage, around the poles, before falling to her knees before one of the guys in the front row. With an innocent look on her face, she lifted her skirt giving the young man a quick glimpse. After the first song she pulled off her top exposing her tits to the room. The guys in the front were going crazy, cheering on my wife as she crawled across the floor like a cat. She focused on one guy in the middle and approached him on her hands and knees.  Grabbing his head, she pulled him to her chest, smothering his face in her tits. Terri doesn't have big breasts, but they are quite nice and the young man didn't seem to mind at all. 

Suddenly she sat back and swung her legs out in front of her, spreading her knees apart letting the guy have a good peak up her skirt. Looking into his eyes she motioned for him to get closer. As he put his head forward she lifted her skirt, and let him explore. I couldn't see, but he was under there for a while, and when he came out he was holding Terri's G-string in his mouth. His friends were hooting and slapping him on the back as Terri jumped back to her feet. With every twirl, her skirt would rise, giving the audience a good view of her shaved pussy and tight little ass. Soon the skirt was off too, and my wife was left wearing only shoes and thigh highs. As the music slowed, so did her dancing. She dropped to the floor and took turns spreading her legs in front of each guy in the front row. 

As she cam to the last guy, she hopped off the stage, pushed his chair back and fell to her knees. Seductively she licked at the crotch of his pants, before rising up to seat herself on his lap. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear. I watched as Terri nodded in agreement to whatever he had said. Her set soon ended and Terri left the stage. 

As the next girl came out, the men in the front row all got up and walked towards an exit to the side of the stage. A bouncer stepped aside to let the six men inside. I was intrigued so I made my way over. 

As I approached the bouncer, he put his hand out. 

"Private!" was all he said. 

I discreetly slipped him a hundred dollar bill and made my way inside. I entered a small dimly lit room, with a large red curtain at the other end. I made my way over and peaked through the heavy velvet folds. There was another room, this one better furnished, behind the curtain.  The six men were seated in leather couches, forming a circle leaving a large area in the center of the room. They were all talking, apparently about my wife. 

"Did you see the ass on her?" 

"She gave me the biggest fucking hard on I've ever had!" 

A few minutes passed and I remained watching and listening. 

"Hi guys! Did you enjoy the show?" 

It was Terri! She walked in from another entrance, wearing a tight black spandex dress that didn't even cover her ass along with a pair of black high heels. 

The guys cheered as she entered and started to sway to the music. Immediately they started to grope, grabbing at her ass and tits. She walked over to one guy and crawled up, straddling him. Then she kissed him full on the lips! I was beginning to realize that this wasn't going to be an ordinary strip show. The guy reached around back and grabbed Terri's ass, pulling her dress up. He then pulled her top down freeing her tits. Taking one into his mouth he sucked the nipple as Terri ran her hands through his hair. Slowly, she slid down his body, coming to rest on her knees in front of him. To my horror, but not my surprise, Terri began unzipping his pants. One of the other men got up and walked over to her, reaching down between her legs, stroking her pussy and ass. As the seated man's cock emerged from his pants my wife wasted no time in sucking it into her mouth. 

"Yeah, you little slut! Suck that cock!" the other guy said as Terri raised her hips to give him better access to her cunt. He was working three fingers in and out of my wife as she frantically sucked the dick in front of her. Reaching up, she pulled the man's pants all the way down his hips, giving her mouth better access. Lifting up his dick, she began lapping at his balls as her hand stroked his rod. The man was enjoying my wife's handiwork and didn't hesitate to tell her so. 

"Oh yeah Baby! You suck cock so good! Oh that's it! Lick my balls!" 

Terri was moaning on his balls as she received a good fingerfucking from the other guy. I noticed the other men in the room were getting undressed and stroking their own dicks. 

"I want to fuck you now!" the seated man said between breaths. 

Terri released his cock and looked up at him. 

"Oh you want to fuck me now huh?" 

"Oh yes! I want to fuck you so good!" 

Terri stood up and turned around. Bending over, she reached back lightly touching her hairless pussy. 

"You want to fuck this?" 

"Fuck yeah!" 

My wife grabbed his rock hard member and rubbed it against her slit. The man closed his eyes and threw his head back. Terri slowly sat back taking his cock up her cunt. She started to grind her hips, reaching down to rub his balls as she rode his dick. Then the little slut looked up and mouthed a kiss to one of the other guys. 

"Are you guys going to get nasty with me or what?" 

"You bet Baby!" one answered back. 

"Am I going to be your dirty little whore?" 

"Fuck, I'm going to cum already!" one man said. 

"Don't waste it man!" his friend said. "Cum in the slut's face!" 

Terri smiled. 

"Yeah hon, cum in my slutty little face!" 

Like a flash the man bolted over and stood up on the couch, thrusting his dick in front of my wife. 

Terri opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out waiting for his load. The man was pumping his cock at lightning speed. 

"Come on Baby, give it to me!" she said, bobbing up and down on the cock in her pussy. 

"Fuckkkkkkk!" he moaned as he unloaded a huge torrent of cum onto my wife's face. As the first stream hit her in the cheek, she locked her lips around his dick and took the rest into her mouth. As the guy was withdrawing, the man in her pussy let out a similar groan as he thrusted upwards. He was cumming in my wife's pussy! 

As Terri wiped the remnants of cum from her cheek I could see the other guy's jism running down his shaft and onto his balls. 

"Oops! Looks like I made a mess!" she said. "I guess I better clean up!" 

With that, she pulled herself off his slippery cock and knelt before him once again. Then I watched my loving wife lick and suck his balls and dick, cleaning up the gooey mixture of cum and pussy juices. 

"You are a nasty little whore!" One of the guys said. 

Terri turned to him. 

"You haven't seen anything yet!" she said. 

"I bet you like it in the ass." another man blurted out. 

A huge grin crossed Terri's face. 

"Oh yeah, I love it in the ass. Do any of you want my ass?" 

With that she slipped a finger into her wet pussy and pulled it back out covered in cum. Bending over, she reached back and slid the cum covered finger into her asshole. In and out, she fucked her ass with her finger as the men watched. She started to moan. 

"Please, somebody stick a cock up my ass!" 

The man that had been feeling her up, earlier stepped forward. 

"Beg for it slut!! Beg for my cock in your ass!" 

Terri shoved her finger all the way up her hole. 

"Please?? I want your dick up my asshole!" 

The man grabbed her hand, pulling her finger out of her own ass, replacing it with his dick. The guy wasn't very gentle as he struggled to get his cock inside my wife's tight little hole. Terri's mouth pursed up into an "O" shape as he forced himself inside her. 

"Yes! Yes! Give it to me! Give it all to me!" 

"You like it slut? You like my cock bitch?" 

"I love it! I love your cock in my ass! Somebody give me a cock to suck!" 

Another man jumped at the chance, strolling over to stand in front of Terri's face. She quickly took in his dick sucking hard. Another man began grabbing her tits. The man in her ass started pumping harder, and I could see my wife was in pain. She seemed to be enjoying it nonetheless, as she stroked the cock in her mouth. 

"I'm going to cum!" the man in her ass yelled. 

"Do it! Cum in my asshole!" Terri responded, pulling the dick from her mouth. 

The man grabbed her hips hard, thrusting himself into her, unloading his jism into my wife's ass. 

"Fuck yes! I love it!" she yelled. She then looked up at the guy receiving the blowjob. 

"I want to lick your asshole!" 

I groaned in disgust. How much more of a whore could she be? 

The man needed no further prompting as he turned around and bent over. The man that had been grabbing Terri's tits went around back and slid his cock into her wet little pussy. 

"What a fucking slut! She's going to lick his ass!" someone shouted. 

"You had better give me a rimmer too whore!" someone added. 

As the man in her pussy began pumping away, Terri reached up, spreading the ass cheeks in front of her. A few seconds later her pretty face was buried in the man's ass, lapping hungrily. Reaching around she started jerking his cock as well. 

"Oh my God! That feels so good!" the man stammered, pushing his ass back into my wife's face. 

The other guy was pounding away, shouted obscenities at Terri as he fucked her. Each thrust of his dick pushed her face harder into the other man's asshole. Her tongue was wildly at work, licking and probing as her hand stroked his dick. As the man started to shudder, Terri cupped her hand around his cock, as she pushed her mouth even harder against his asshole. His sperm came firing out filling her cupped hand, and dribbling out onto the floor. Then my wife did something that I will never get out of my head. 

Bringing the handful of cum back, she began smearing it over his asshole. Then my loving wife dipped her head back in, licking at the gooey mess. Her little pink tongue was probing his asshole, tasting his cum. 

The scene apparently was too much for the guy in her pussy as he pulled out and sent a stream of hot jism arcing across her back. He grabbed Terri by the hair pulling her head to the side, just in time to shoot the next stream into her face. She then opened her mouth to receive the next shot which splashed off her lips and tongue. 

"You dirty little slut! Get over here and sit on my cock!" 

Obeying the demanding patron, Terri crawled over. He was laying on the ground, so she straddled his dick, reverse cowgirl style, slowly lowering herself down onto his waiting cock. Instead of taking it up her pussy however, she grasped it and forced it up her ass as she sat down. Her ass was already stretched and slippery with cum so she slid down his shaft, easily taking the cock up her butt to the hilt. 

Two others walked over to Terri holding their dicks out for her. She took a cock in each hand and pulled one in to her mouth, sucking it for a few seconds before switching to the other. All the while, bouncing up and down gently, pushing another dick further up her tight little butt. As she worked her ass all the way down his cock, she began wiggling it, grinding on the stiff rod. Her hands caressed the men's balls as she took turns sucking the cocks in front of her. 

As she sucked on dick, the other man jerked suddenly letting out a shot of white cum onto Terri's tits. Instantly, she switched back to the other cock taking it into her mouth, gulping down the thick cum. When the man was finished he backed off, allowing his friend full access to my wife's mouth. 

Terri looked up at him. 

"Aren't you going to give me some too?" she asked, still grinding her ass on the other man's dick. 

Then I watched my wife place a finger into her mouth, as she grabbed his dick. As she sucked the large cock, she placed her hand between his legs. The guy moaned as Terri slipped her finger up his ass as she sucked him. Her hand was working frantically at his ass, as her lips slid up and down on the cock. Finally, the man's ass clenched up and my wife's mouth was filled with yet another load of hot cum. This load was apparently too much for Terri as the white liquid leaked out from between her lips and dribbled down her chin. 

"I'm going to cum!" Apparently the man ass fucking my wife was ready to let loose his seed as well. Quickly, Terri pulled her asshole off his cock and spun around taking the engorged member in her mouth. 

"The slut even sucks cock from her ass!" one of the guys shouted out, as they watched her suck the cum from their friend's dick. 

Even after the man had spent his load, Terri kept sucking and licking, letting the cum lather around his shaft. She looked like a gooey mess! 

Suddenly one of the men pulled her hair back, forcing her onto her back. He was standing over her stroking his cock. I noticed that it was the man that had fucked her in the ass earlier. 

"Now you can suck my dick, you nasty little bitch!" the man said harshly as he lowered himself down into her mouth. Terri opened her mouth wide. 

"Yeah, give me that cock! Give it to m....mmmmmph." 

She was cut off as he shoved his cock into her face. One of the other guys knelt down, spreading her legs wide. The man in her mouth pulled out and switched his position to allow his friend better access.  Moving himself around, the guy once again fed my wife his dick. Terri arched her head back to make it easier as he fucked her throat. 

The other guy slid his cock over her wet pussy a few times before pushing it up inside. He had Terri's feet in his hands and was spreading her legs wide, as he ploughed into her. Just then the guy in her mouth pulled out, stroking his dick over her face. Terri opened her mouth to accept another load, but the guy let the first stream fly across her face. She repositioned herself to take the next shot in her mouth, but yet again the man shifted, splashing her face with white jizz. Soon her face was covered in the creamy fluid, and the guy backed off. 

The man in her pussy grabbed her legs and pushed them up to her ears as he leaned forward, driving deep into my wife. 

"Oh fuck Yes!! Your cock feels so good." 

She was moaning like a whore, taking his dick deep inside her. The guy was hammering her pussy, making Terri shudder with every thrust. After a couple minutes, he too emptied into my wife. As he pulled himself out of her I could see the cum dripping from Terri's used cunt. She remained laying back with her legs splayed wide. seductively, she reached down, scooping up some of the warm cum from her pussy, and brought it to her mouth. 

"Listen up boys!" she said, licking the jizz from her finger. 

"I want a cock in my pussy and a cock up my ass! Do you think you can handle that?" 

"Get over here, you little slut! Sit on this!" 

One of the guys was laying down on the floor. Terri crawled over to him, licked his balls, then worked her way up his body, finally coming to rest with his dick in her wet, cum filled pussy. Another guy came up behind her and started to ease his cock into Terri's well-fucked asshole. 

"Fuck yes!! Fuck my holes! Fill your little slut up!" 

Terri was going crazy. The men increased their pumping as the guy in her ass really started to give it to her. 

"You dirty fucking slut! You're going to lick all of our assholes before we leave. You got that whore!" 

"Oh yeah baby, I'm an ass licking little slut! I want to lick your ass so bad. I'll do anything you want! I'll shove my tongue so far up your asshole, you'll cum all over my body!" 

This was apparently too much for the man as he pulled out, sending streams of hot cum splashing across Terri's ass. The creamy fluid trickled down her ass crack and dripped onto the floor. The man scooped up some of the cum and held his hand out to my wife. 

"Eat it whore!" 

Terri sucked his fingers clean as the other guy continued to fuck her wet cunt. A few minutes later, he came as well, filling Terri up even more. 

Terri then wasted no time in falling onto her back and I watched as the six men took turns sitting on my wife's face, having her eat out their assholes. I had never seen such a thing in my life. When it was all over Terri lay there, covered in cum. It was in her hair, on her face and running out of her pussy and ass. 

I quickly left the room and walked back out into the club. From there I made my way out the door to my car. I had a lot of thinking to do. I had some revenge to plan. 

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My Loving Wife Gives Me A Show



Sitting on the balcony Kerri watches the sun go down over the trees as she gently touches her breast. 

So quite and peaceful no one around she thinks to herself without knowing her husband Mike has came home early. Mike finds his wife outside on the balcony enjoying herself. His eyes widen when he sees his wife rubbing her hardened nipples. He reaches down and rubs his cock in his pants silently watching his wife. 

She lifts her shirt up exposing her breasts then pinching her nipples and leaning her head back and moaning loudly. 

Mike unzips his pants and pulls his hardened cock free. He starts to stroke it when he see his wife slide her hand into her shorts. He watches as she rubs her clit not knowing he was watching her. 

Mike wonders should he walk out there with her or just watch and enjoy the show. 

Suddenly Kerri stands up and drops her shorts and panties. Mike knows now he wants to just watch as he has never see his wife like this before. She sits back down and put her legs up on the rails. Spreading 

Her legs wide she starts rubbing her clit harder. Mike can tell from her moans she is close to cumming. 

She puts her fingers to her mouth and licks them tasting her own sweet juice her eyes closed savoring the sweet taste of herself. Sliding her fingers inside her pussy now her nipples are hard and she is moving her hips faster on her own fingers. 

Mike cant believe what his wife is doing to herself outside in the open like this. His cock is so hard its aching but he dare not stop this show. 

Standing up and leaning over the balcony she reaches under and slides 2 fingers in her pussy. Mikes 

Is in shock he can see her from behind now as she fucks herself with her fingers. Her whole hand is wet from her juices as she adds another finger insider so she has 3 inside her hot pussy now. Faster she slides them in and out of herself. 

Mike knows she cant stand much more of this before she explodes in a orgasm. He squeezes his cock tight in his hand and strokes faster. Precum comes to the head of his cock and he wonders if he should blow his load now or join his lovely wife outside. 

Kerri does something very unexpected to Mikes surprise. She reaches back spreads her ass cheeks wide exposing her pink asshole. Mike almost looses control and cums right then but he manages to control it. 

She rubs a fingers around the tiny hole teasing it. Slowly she takes a finger from her wet cunt and pushes it inside her asshole. Moaning very loud she slides in deeper in her ass. Placing another finger to her ass she pushes 2 in her tiny hole now. Sliding them in and out she pulls them out and spreads her cheeks wide. 

Her tiny asshole opens up almost winking at Mike. Kerri shoves her fingers back inside herself and bucks wildly and moans real loud as she cums very hard. 

Mike knew he could stand it no longer. He walks out on the balcony behind his wife with his cock in his hand. Slowly he leans over to his wife as she notices him. She smiles up at him as he guides his cock to her already lubed ass. Pressing the head of his cock to her tight asshole he pushes it in. 

She moans loudly as he slides all the way inside her gently. Slowly pulling back out and sliding deep back inside her ass Kerri throws her head back and yells FUCK ME MIKE FUCK MY ASS HARD PLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Shoving his cock deep inside her he gives her what she wants. Slamming his cock in and out of her she screams, "OHHHHHHHHHHH I'M CUMMINNNGG!"

Feeling her throb on his cock is too much. He pulls out of her ass and she reaches back and spreads her asshole open. Taking his cock in his hand he shoots his hot cum all over her ass. Its seems like gallons of cum coming out of Mikes cock squirting all the way up her back. Kerri turns around and kisses Mike on the lips softly she's speaks to him. I love you and I hope you liked the show. I knew you was watching me the whole time. Smiling they hug and go inside to the shower to clean up. Mike wonders how he has deserved such a wonderful wife.



My Loving Wife, the Flirt



Can a woman be a flirt and still be a loving wife? I say, yes, because I'm married to one!

Barb and I have been married for many years. We were high school sweethearts and married young. My Barb is tall, slender, attractive, and very vivacious. She meets people easily and has seldom known a stranger. Part of what drew me to her was her flirtatious manner. 

Soon after we met, we were going steady, but that didn't stop her from being friendly with other fellows. I know now that she flirted with my friends just to keep me guessing while she teased and tempted them without really meaning to carry things any farther.

At first, I was jealous and often felt like dumping her for a less exciting girlfriend. Later, the thought of being with anyone else left me cold. When I brought up her teasing, she would laugh and hug me. "I love to tease and pretend I'm drooling over one of the other guys. It's not serious, really." 

We could wait no longer. We married right after graduation. She got a job as a clerk. I started college and found a part-time job that soon grew into about 35 hours per week. The job allowed me to adjust my hours to accommodate my full class load.

We lived a pretty Spartan life during my college years. We had little time for fun and games, but Barb still liked to tease and play pranks. I love her spontaneity and her sense of adventure. At times, the lady downstairs would complain about the running footsteps as, naked, we chased each other from room to room. Sunday morning became our time to sleep in and physically enjoy being married. 

We weren't talented lovers at that age, and stuck to the missionary position. We were usually good for at least two good fucks before lunch and, sometime, another session in the afternoon. Barb had a nice tight pussy and my thick cock filled her to the limit. 

Barb would tell me about the men who came into her store and some of her coworkers. Many made a pass. She enjoyed teasing them. "Guess what, this middle-age man was in the store today and bought y me quite a bit of stuff. He wanted my phone number and told me he wanted to buy me dinner for being so helpful. I teased him a little just to see what he would do. I leaned over on the counter so he could see down my blouse, and then I bent over to get a box and gave him a view of my butt. When I turned back around, the man had a hard on in his pants!" Barb giggled.

"Did you give him your number?" I asked worriedly.

"Hell no," she gasped, "I gave him my supervisor's number," she added with a sly grin. "She's about his age, so who knows?" Then, she reached over and lightly stroked my growing cock. "This is the stiff one that I like to play with."

Needless to say, her stories and exploits always gave me an erection. She could tell that her antics turned me on, increasing the height of our lovemaking as she related what had happened. After a few years, I began to have fantasies. My fantasies included Barb's teasing and advanced to dreams of her actually doing some things with the men whom she tempted. One Sunday afternoon, after a very intense fuck, I steeled my nerve and commented, "I'm willing to go along with anything you might want to do...sexually. I mean anything at all."

Barb turned her head on the pillow. "Anything?" she asked.

"Yes," I croaked . . . my throat dry. "We love each other and we will always trust that love. I don't want to set artificial limits on our pleasure. Feel free to express your desires and know that I will be happy to go along with your experimentation."

"I've really never thought about anything before. Don't expect me to jump up and start to belly dance," Barb joked.

"Now Barb," I coaxed, "don't tell me you haven't entertained any fantasies about some of the guys you've teased. That wouldn't be honest, would it?"

"Well," she began, "if you count those thoughts, maybe I've been guilty a few times."

I chuckled, as my pretty wife blushed red from her face down her neck to her upper chest. "Hells bells, honey, you've told me plenty of stories about the men who have tried to get into your panties. It excites me when you relate all the details about your encounters. I've also observed you flirting with some of our friends at parties. You're a natural tease and we both enjoy the game."

"So, your "anything" comment is restricted to me flirting and teasing, right?"

Barb had me in a corner. How far did I really want her to go? How serious was I? What would she think if I told her about my darkest fantasies?

"No, honey, to me "anything" means you are free to say or do whatever you are comfortable doing. I just want to be a part of it somehow."

Barb looked at me for several long moments. "Okay, let's take a for instance. What if I decided that I wanted to dance with another guy at a party? Would you be all right with that?"

"Yes, that would be fine with me."

"What if I let him hold me really close? Would you be upset?"

"No, I would probably get as aroused as you," I admitted.

Barb began to warm to our conversation. "Let's say that he put his hand on my ass while we were dancing close. Would you let him do that?"

"Uh huh, I'm sure that would give me a hard on, seeing him touch you like that. I've sometimes thought..."

"Thought what, Ken?"

"I've thought about how hot it would be to see another guy fondle you and watch you respond to his touch."

Barb shook her head slowly. "I had no idea that you got such a charge out of my flirting. This opens up a whole line of thoughts, that's a fact."

"Please go on," I urged, "see how stiff I am just discussing possibilities?"

"Oh my goodness, let me feel."

Barb stroked my hard shaft through my shorts and smiled. "You're making my mouth water, you know that?"

"Help yourself," I countered. "I love to feel your warm mouth on me."

Barb slid my shorts and briefs down and settled between my legs. She cupped my balls in her hand, then her tongue touched the tip of my rigid rod and it twitched. She kissed the head and looked up into my eyes as her lips engulfed a couple of inches. "Do you like it when I do this?" she asked coyly.

I nodded as I pushed my dick farther into her mouth. She swallowed more than half my length and began to suck and lick, making wet noises that excited me even more.

Pulling her mouth off, my sweet wife looked up. "How would you like it if I did this to one of your buddies?" she teased. "Would you be angry with me?"

"Oh shit," I groaned as a vision of Barb swallowing another prick swam across my fevered brain. Barb could surely feel my cock pulsing within the circle of her fingers. "That would be so hot!"

"You'd really like for me to suck another guy's cock?" she asked incredulously. "You'd let me do that?"

"Yes, anything you want to do," I gasped as pre cum leaked onto the head of my dick.

"What if I liked sucking him so much that I wanted to feel his cock inside me?" Barb proposed. "Would you want to see him fuck me too?"

My response surprised us both. I squirted jet after jet of warm, creamy semen onto Barb's face. Some wound up in her hair and her blouse became spotted with my liquid love. "Oh, my God," I groaned.

"I'll take that as a yes," Barb gasped as she licked cum from around her mouth. She used her fingers to gather more sperm from her cheeks, chin, and forehead; then licked her fingers clean.

Barb stood and went to the bathroom to finish cleaning up. I stepped out of my shorts and followed her to rinse the remaining cream off of my flaccid dick. "Sorry for messing up your hair," I said sheepishly.

"Messing up my hair isn't so bad. You've really messed up my mind," she murmured as she turned to study me.

"Don't take it the wrong way, Barb," I stammered. "What I said doesn't mean that I love you less. I care deeply for you. I do, very much. My love is such that I want you to enjoy everything that life can deliver. I never want "anythings" to take the place of our own lovemaking, but adding a little spice now and then should keep things exciting and fresh for us for years to come."

"Keep talking," she urged.

"I've heard stories about couples who become bored with each other. They drift apart, have affairs, or stop being intimate altogether. I don't want us to end up that way. Besides, I know you enjoy flirting and being a tease. It's just natural for you. I could choose to get upset and jealous, or I could choose to enjoy your outgoing ways with you. I decided that I would rather relax and enjoy it too."

"You're incredible!" she responded and hugged me tightly. "You're always thinking of me and how to make me happy. That's why I love you so much. But I do have a question."

"Yeah, what's that?"

"If I can try anything, does that mean you get the same privilege?"

"Frankly, I hadn't thought about that?" I admitted honestly. "I guess that would depend on you."

"How so?"

"Well, if you aren't okay with me taking a few liberties with other women, strangers or one of our friends, then I'll agree to avoid those situations. I'll let you be the final judge in all cases."

Barb gave my proposal some thought. "At this point, I don't know how I'd feel about it. You don't flirt, so I can't say that I've ever had to deal with such a situation. Would you still feel the same way if I decide that I don't want you messing around with any other woman?"

I responded with a simple, "Yes."

Barb shook her head slowly. "Well, this conversation has left me a bit addled. I'm going to need some time to process all this, so don't expect any changes in my behavior any time soon."

"I understand," I replied. "We need to take it slow and see how everything goes. I'll leave it entirely up to you to decide when and if you want to expand the horizon. Just know that I'll be ready and willing to support you, whatever happens...or doesn't happen."

Barb took my hand and pulled me toward our bedroom. "This discussion has made me so horny. All I can think about right now is making mad, passionate love to you. We've got the rest of the day to enjoy each other."

###

Barb and I avoided further discussions after our long talk on Sunday. I decided to leave her to think through the ideas and determine what she wanted to do, if anything.

Three weeks later, Gary and Roberta invited us to their home. Barb met Roberta through a mutual school chum. Barb and Roberta were both outgoing and they bonded right away in spite of a five-year age difference.

They were already out of school and earning enough money to afford a starter house. Gary worked for a giant energy company and Roberta was a medical specialist at the local hospital. Barb wanted me to meet them and accepted their invitation to spend Saturday afternoon at their community pool, then enjoy burgers and beer on their patio.

We found the house and Roberta met us at the door wearing a beach cover up over what appeared to be a rather brief bikini. She hugged Barb, then turned to me as Barb introduced her. I extended my hand, but Roberta waved it aside and gave me a tight hug. "We're already close friends, Ken," she said. "Barb has told me so much about you."

I felt Roberta's ample breasts press into my lower chest and glanced at Barb with a surprised look on my face. Barb just smiled sweetly, as if to condone her friend's action. Roberta was short, barely five feet, so her soft boobs fit against me just below my rib cage.

"Come on in and meet Gary," she urged. We followed Roberta down the hall and into the kitchen.

"Ken, meet Gary...Gary, Ken," she said as I shook his hand. Gary was an inch or so taller than me and just as muscular. He had thick brown hair and a moustache, making him look rather mature. His broad smile put me at ease and we made small talk while he pulled four beers from the refrigerator. 

Gary passed out the drinks and paused to give Barb a long hug, kissing her cheek. "Glad you guys could join us," he said. "It's a perfect day for a swim and a cookout."

Barb and I used their guestroom to change into our swimsuits. I donned my blue trunks and watched as Barb adjusted her two piece suit and slipped a T-shirt over it. The T-shirt was one of mine with "Hang Loose" on the front that a buddy gave me. I noticed that she chose her smallest suit, a bright pink number that allowed the wearer to adjust the size of the triangles covering the vital parts. Half of her ass stuck out of the suit and my shirt did little to hide that fact.

"You look good enough to eat," I remarked as we picked up our towels, leaving our clothes on the bed.

"Is that a promise?" she asked over her shoulder as we hurried back to the kitchen.

"It all depends on you," I answered cryptically. "I'm always happy to oblige, you know."

Barb giggled as we joined our hosts. "We're ready when you are," she announced.

The community pool was close by, across a grassy common area. Gary carried a cooler of beer and I lugged a sack filled with snacks. Four other couples were lounging or swimming as we passed through the gate and arranged ourselves on lounge chairs. 

Gary and Roberta greeted the others briefly, then they returned to us. Barb pulled off her T-shirt revealing her flashy little suit. I noticed that Gary took a particular interest in Barb's actions and smiled to myself.

I pulled my shirt over my head and settled into my lounger. Barb strolled over to the pool steps and entered the water.

Roberta whistled softly. "Barb has such a cute figure. She's so tall and slender. You're a lucky guy."

"I agree completely," I replied as I watched Roberta shed her cover up. Her string bikini barely covered her large breasts and I noticed that the bottom triangle revealed a camel toe dent in the center. Evidently there wasn't much of a bush to smooth the thin fabric and mask her slit.

"I think I'll get wet too," Roberta announced. She turned toward the pool and showed me that her suit was a thong! I immediately felt my cock begin to rise and stiffen. I decided to stay in the lounger and wait until my arousal subsided before joining the girls.

Gary took a quick sip of his beer, then headed for the water. "Time to cool off, Ken," he urged. 

"In a minute or two," I responded smiling. Gary didn't seem to mind the fact that his petite wife was exposing more than the usual amount of flesh to me and some others lazing around the pool.

I looked up at the clouds, down at my feet, and across at the trees. As I let my mind wander, my semi-erection subsided and I felt safe to rise and walk over to the pool. I was underwater before anybody really had a chance to examine my trunks.

Barb was chatting with Roberta and Gary in the shallower end of the pool. Both women stood so that the water was up to Roberta's neck. Barb was taller, so Gary and I could see the tops of Barb's breasts. Again, I noticed Gary ogling Barb's plump mounds as I moved over to them. Barb, of course, noted Gary's interest also. She smiled at me and hopped up and down in the water; which, in turn, made her boobs jiggle.

After making her point, Barb put her arm around my waist and pressed against me, increasing her cleavage in the process. Gary was mesmerized and Roberta seemed amused by her husband's unabashed interest.

"Down boy," she giggled as her arms wrapped around Gary's waist. Gary jumped and I suspected that Roberta might have let one hand slip down to squeeze his thickening cock.

Barb looked at the other couples sitting around the pool. "Let's get some sun. It'll feel so nice and warm." She slid past me and began to head for the pool steps. Roberta followed, leaving Gary and I standing together. 

"Your gal has a nice set of knockers," Gary said with a smile.

I nodded. "Yeah, and she likes to tease a little as you may have noticed."

"Don't take offense, Ken, I meant that in the most positive way," Gary replied nervously.

Laughing, I set his mind at ease. "No problem, Gary. You're not the first guy she's enchanted...just the most recent. Frankly, I'd say you're pretty lucky too. Roberta has a great pair for such a petite gal. I love her thong too."

"Touche, we're even then," Gary chuckled. "I think we've both been looking. I wonder if the girls have been doing the same thing?"

Barb stepped out of the pool and resumed her seat on a lounger. Somehow, she managed to shrink the size of the triangles covering her firm breasts during her journey. The strip of fabric between her legs was also smaller. Pleats on the supporting strings were bunched together closely, her tan lines on display.

I watched Roberta walk back to our chairs, her round ass all but bare in her little thong. There was no question in my mind that both wives were putting on a show for us.

"I do believe your suit is smaller," Roberta commented as they rubbed lotion over their arms and legs.

Barb giggled. "Yeah, this suit is adjustable on the strings, so I can tease the guys better. It still isn't a thong like yours. Ken can't keep his eyes off of your bare bottom."

"We both like to tease, I guess," Roberta replied as she slid her slick hands over her tummy. "I think I'll wait and see if Ken wants to put lotion on my back for me, okay?"

"He'll jump at the chance to grope you, Roberta," Barb replied. "Don't tempt him too much or you might get a surprise."

Gary and I returned to our chairs and surveyed the lovely flesh on display. Roberta smiled and turned to lie on her tummy. 

"Want to put lotion on my back, Ken?" she invited. 

I glanced over at Gary and saw him smile and nod. His eyes quickly moved to my wife and the copious amount of white skin showing around the little triangles of her suit.

"Sure thing," I responded, then picked up the bottle of lotion. Roberta looked delicious, lying there almost nude from the back. The strings of her top and the narrow thong up her rear were the only evidence that she wore a swimsuit. I poured lotion on my hands and began to massage it into her neck and shoulders. Trailing more lotion along her spine, I worked lotion into her back down to the strings. Without asking, I untied the bow and let the strings fall to the side. My hands moved down to her lower back and over her slender hips.

"You have soft hands," Roberta cooed as I spent extra time massaging her lower back.

The twin globes of her ass beckoned and I added more lotion before enjoying the feel of her firm globes under my hands. Her legs jiggled slightly as I worked the lotion deep into her bare ass cheeks. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gary leaning over Barb. He was applying lotion to my wife and Barb seemed to be enjoying it.

My fingers brushed Roberta's thinly covered labia as I applied lotion to the back of her thighs. I could feel the extra warmth welling up from between her legs. 

"Mmm, that's nice," she moaned as she managed to separate her legs slightly.

My cock began to expand within my trunks, but I ignored the bulge and continued to concentrate on Roberta's legs. I slid both hands up and down her legs, accidentally allowing the tips of my fingers bump against her crotch every so often. When she didn't object, I let my finger trace the dent her slit made in the thin fabric covering her pussy. 

"So nice," Roberta groaned. "Make sure you don't miss a spot."

I finished applying lotion to her lower legs, then let my hands journey back up her thighs. When I reached the junction, I slipped my hand into the cleft between her legs and gave her pussy a brief massage. For a moment, I toyed with the idea of slipping a finger inside her suit, but decided to wait and see what might develop later on. 

"All done," I announced and plopped down in my lounger, glancing over at Barb. Her face was turned toward me and her eyes were closed. Gary was massaging her legs and sneaking his fingers up between my wife's legs. He saw me observing his moves and quickly moved down Barb's legs, finishing his sunscreen duties.




My Loving Wife, the Flirt



Other men made it a point of wandering by, taking plenty of time to leer at our two ladies. Roberta left the strings dangling off of her chair, so she was bare except for her thong. Barb's top strings were also untied and her bottoms were wedged up into her ass crack, displaying tan lines that seemed to act like eye magnets for the other fellows. An older fellow in a white Speedo sported a rather impressive bulge as he slowly ambled by us, on his way back to his heavy-set wife near the end of the pool.

A few minutes later, both women retied their tops and turned over. Roberta lowered her sunglasses and looked at me.

"You're going to burn unless you use some of my lotion. Want me to put it on for you?"

I smiled over at her. "Sure, if you really think I need it."

Roberta quickly applied lotion to my back. Then, she asked me to turn over. Feeling her small hands on my back and legs added to the pressure in my loins. She leaned over me and poured lotion on my chest, working her way down to my belly. Turning her back to me, she worked lotion onto my lower legs. Her sweet ass was so close; I could detect her aroma of arousal. Then, she turned around to give me a bird's eye view of her firm titties as she rubbed lotion into my muscular thighs. 

"Your legs seem so tense," she observed as her hands moved higher. I saw her eyes flit across my trunks, noting the bulge that was forming. 

Her hands moved up my left thigh and her fingers crept under the hem of my trunks. I felt her fingertip bump against the lump produced by my balls encased in the mesh support of my trunks.

"Oops, a little too high," she giggled as she slid her hands back down my leg.

I didn't comment. On her next pass, she bumped me again and she must have noticed the twitch that her move caused. After three or four more passes, her fingers traced across my hard shaft and I saw her lick her lips. Roberta could plainly see the smile on my face as she drew back.

"There, you're safe now," she announced, putting the lotion back in her bag.

"I'm not sure just how safe I really am," I joked. Gary was receiving similar treatment from Barb and he laughed out loud at my comment.

"You're safe for now, Ken," he replied, "but I can't guarantee for how long."

The afternoon passed quickly as we swam and basked in the sun. There was more thinly veiled teasing and the girls continued to show off for us along with the other people at poolside.

###

"I'm getting hungry," Gary finally announced. "Why don't we go back to our place and heat up the grill?"

A few minutes later, the four of us entered the cool home and Gary served up a pitcher of Margaritas. He stepped onto their private patio and lit his grill in preparation for the burgers we would soon enjoy. I followed him onto the patio.

"Nice place you've got, Gary."

"Thanks, Ken, we like it a lot. The only thing we are missing is our own pool. The community pool is all right, but we'd much prefer a private pool. I wish we had room for one."

"Backyard pools mean a lot of upkeep," I replied. "With a community pool, others have to maintain the darn thing."

Gary hesitated for a moment. "You're right, there, but the advantage of a private pool is that you can swim nude. I'll tell you something if you promise to keep it under your hat."

"Sure," I responded.

"Roberta and I are what many people call naturists."

I looked over at Gary. "You mean you two are nudists?"

"We prefer the term naturist, but yes, we enjoy being nude when possible.

"Well, what do you know?" I mused. "I don't think I've ever known a naturist before," I murmured. "How long have you been doing it?"

Gary smiled. "I've been going nude for years. I introduced Roberta to it before we married. She was hesitant at first, but now I think she is more into it than me."

"Wow. You know, she was pretty close to nature today in her little thong," I chuckled. "There's not much left that I haven't already seen...or touched."

"Yeah, I was glad that you and Barb got into the spirit of things out at the pool. Both gals like to tease and show off a bit. It was fun."

Gary's admission intrigued me. "Where do you go to practice your naturism?"

"Most of the time, right here at home. We seldom wear anything in the house, unless other non-naturists are visiting. We also go to beaches when we travel, and we belong to a naturist resort about an hour from here."

"Gee, I didn't know there were any such places nearby," I admitted. Then, you must know some other naturists who live around here."

Gary nodded. "Yes, we've met quite a few couples at the resort. Sometimes, we get together here at the house, or at someone else's place. Lou and Grace have a nice pool, so we normally go there."

I sipped my drink and just nodded. Gary closed the grill lid and motioned toward the door. "Maybe you and Barb would like to join us sometime," he said over his shoulder as we reentered the kitchen.

I touched Gary's arm to stop him. "Do you think Roberta would mind if I let Barb in on your secret?"

"Heck no," Gary shrugged. "But don't spread it around, okay?"

Our wives were busy in the kitchen when we walked in. I strolled over to Barb and patted her nearly bare bottom. "I know something that you don't know," I teased.

"What?" Barb asked without turning.

"Our host and hostess are naturists," I whispered. "They belong to a resort not far from here and they get together at different houses."

Barb looked up and turned to Roberta. "Is that true?" she asked.

Roberta looked a little uncomfortable at first, then smiled sheepishly. "I guess Gray spilled the beans. Yes, as a matter of fact, we are naturists. I hope that doesn't spoil anything for you, Barb."

"Well, no, I guess not," Barb stammered. "I'm not really sure I understand much about nudist camps and such."

"Camps are old-fashioned," Gary told her. "Our resort has a nice clubhouse, a big pool and spa, volleyball and tennis courts, disco, the works. There are even cabins for rent and some of the members have mobile homes parked there as weekend getaways."

"Then, everybody goes around naked all the time?" Barb continued to probe.

"Most of the time," Roberta agreed. "When everyone's nude, it's no big deal. We've made a lot of good friends at the resort and they're all open-minded, fun people.

"Sometime they all gather here for a party," I interjected. "Other times, they go where there's a nice private pool."

Barb thought for a minute. "So, that's why you don't have any tan lines, Roberta. You're not accustomed to wearing a suit at all."

Roberta grinned. "You guessed it, honey. That's why my suit looks so new. I seldom wear one. We wouldn't be wearing anything now, except you guys are visiting."

I couldn't resist responding. "Well, Roberta, don't let us hinder you."

"Ken, here's how it works," Roberta countered, "it's everybody or nobody."

I grinned and turned to my lovely wife. "Honey, you've been flashing your tan lines at us all afternoon and teasing Gary unmercifully. I dare you to take off your skimpy suit and see how it feels to be a naturist."

Barb glared at me. Then, with her chin jutting forward, she reached behind her back and slowly pulled the strings that secured her top. "You know you should never dare me unless you're prepared for the consequences, Ken. This just might be fun."

I watched as my wife lifted her tiny bikini top over her head. She turned to face Gary. He drew in a breath as he feasted his eyes on my wife's firm breasts topped with pink nipples. Her distinct tan lines proved that he was ogling something fresh and seldom seen. With only a brief hesitation, Barb jammed her thumbs into the bottom half of her suit and pushed it down her slender legs. She used her right foot to toss it upward where she caught it. Twirling her stringy bottoms on her finger she gave Gary a full frontal view of her light brown bush.

"Like you said, Roberta, it's everybody or nobody, right?"

"That's right, Barb. You are a beautiful naturist," Roberta replied as she quickly shed her bra top and thong.

Roberta stood nude, hands on hips, facing me. She bore no tan lines whatsoever and her darkly tanned nipples stood erect and proud on her plump globes. Roberta displayed her bare slit to us. It was as tan as the rest of her body and not a pubic hair in sight. I noticed a tiny glint near the top of Roberta's slit.

"Well, Ken, this was your idea I believe. Lose those tacky trunks!"

Gary spoke up. "Let's do it together, Ken."

I watched Gary. As he pushed his trunks down, I did the same. When we both stood up, so did our semi-rigid dicks. We were about the same size, but different. Gary was uncut and his balls seemed to hang lower. I realized that Barb had probably never seen an uncircumcised cock before. Gary was also missing the tan lines that defined my band of white skin that went from just below my belly button to my upper thighs.

Roberta stretched her arms above her head and smiled. "Now, isn't this much more comfortable?"

"It's sure different, I must say," Barb chuckled. "I've never been totally exposed like this in front of other people before. It's kinda neat."

Roberta turned back to the sink and spoke over her shoulder. "In five or ten minutes, you'll forget that you are nude. Just relax and enjoy yourselves."

Gary picked up the platter of burger patties and stepped back out on the patio, opening the grill. I would have been standing with my hands in my pockets, wait, no pockets! Unsure of what to do, I joined Gary outside.

"I take it you didn't expect your dare to turn out like it did," Gary chuckled.

"Barb usually takes a dare, but I didn't think she'd strip in front of the two of you," I answered honestly. "She loves to tease, though, and I've noticed how she's been tormenting you today."

"Yeah, Barb's tan lines kept grabbing my attention. I hope you won't take offense."

I just laughed. "If I felt jealousy every time Barb flirted with another man, I'd be in a knot most of the time. Frankly, I take it as a compliment to her."

"Say, why don't you and Barb join us next weekend at our resort? You can meet some of our naturist friends and enjoy the clothes-free environment. You'll both be very welcome."

The vision of Barb and I mingling with a host of nude people swam before my eyes. "Hey, we've been clothes-free for about five minutes, Gary. I'm not sure Barb is ready to take such a plunge."

"Not sure about Barb, or not sure that you are, Ken?" he responded with a smile.

"Both, I guess," I had to admit. "This whole day has been rather unusual for us. Why don't we wait until after dinner, then you and Roberta might want to extend the invitation and see how Barb reacts. That will also give me some time to mull it over."

"Fair enough," Gary said as he began to take the meat patties off of the grill.

###

For the first time in our lives, Barb and I enjoyed grilled burgers with all the trimmings while sitting nude with another couple. Once before, Barb served me a nude breakfast in bed, but that was entirely different! 

Gary and I cleared the table while Roberta and Barb loaded the dishwasher. I caught myself staring at their two bare bottoms more than once as each bent over. Surprisingly, neither Gary nor I got erections. We chatted and teased each other like we would if we had all been clothed.

Finally, Gary took the initiative. "Ken, why don't you and Barb join us this next weekend at Del Sol? You can meet some of our naturist friends. I know you'd both enjoy the experience and, as our guests, you'll be more than welcome. What do you say?"

I nodded and pretended to give the invitation some serious thought. "It would be an interesting experience, Gary." I turned to my wife. "What do you think, Barb?"

"It's a little too soon, maybe," she replied wavering just a little.

Roberta spoke up. "There's no time like the present, Barb. You've already entered our world, haven't you? You've been here with Gary and I for just a couple of hours and you already seem to be pretty comfortable this way. The only difference will be that you'll meet a bunch of nice people and have even more fun teasing the men. You like to tease a little, eh Barb?"

"No more than you," Barb laughed. "I saw how you wiggled your butt out there by the pool."

"Okay, okay," Roberta agreed, "I don't mind showing off a little. What's the harm? Now, do we include you and Ken this weekend, or not?"

"Well, like he said, it will be a new experience no matter what. I've heard stories about nudist colonies all my life, but I've never even thought about going to one. I'm willing to try anything once, I guess."

"It's settled then," Gary quickly confirmed. "We'll plan on picking you up late Friday afternoon. We can share one of the larger cabins. I'll get us a reservation. You'll need to bring towels, toiletries, sunglasses, lotion, hats, and a comfortable pair of shoes. Ken you can supply a case of beer and I'll handle the snacks and all the rest. Del Sol has a small café next to the clubhouse, so we'll be all set for meals. I think you'll both have a blast."

I shrugged and nodded. "Sounds like a plan, Gary. No need for swimsuits I presume."

"No, they aren't allowed in the pool or hot tub," Roberta interjected. "Barb, you might want to bring along a light cover-up or a sarong to wear for the Saturday night dance."

"Dance at a nudist resort?" Barb spluttered. "Are you serious?"

Gary grinned. "Sure, we have a DJ or a band on Saturday night. Most of us like to dance. It's a good way to get better acquainted."

"I'll say," Barb retorted. "Will I be out of place in a sarong?"

"No, honey, a few of the other gals like to wear something. You won't be alone," Roberta assured her.

I was curious. "Does that mean that some of the women dance naked?"

Gary nodded. "Yeah, some of the women and most of the men. You'll see for yourself, it's no big deal."

"I'm beginning to detect a big deal," Roberta chuckled as she glanced at my rising manhood. "I think all this chatter has aroused Ken's happy buddy," she noted.

Sure enough, my erection started and there was no stopping it while Roberta and Barb both leered at me. I shifted in my chair, but that only served to emphasize my state of arousal. "Okay, quit staring. You're making me very self-conscious. Maybe going to Del Sol isn't such a great idea."

"If that happens at Del Sol, you can just lay your towel across your lap until your hard on subsides," Gary said casually. "Here, in private, it doesn't matter one bit. I'm sure Barb can take matters in hand and resolve your situation, can't you Barb?"

"I usually do, but not with others watching me," Barb agreed.

"You might find that an audience increases the excitement," Gary urged. "Go ahead and help poor Ken out if you like. We don't mind a bit."

My stiffening cock bounced slightly from all the attention. I reached down and held it, intending to put it between my legs. My movement prompted my wife to slide over in front of me and look closely at my engorged staff. Her fingers touched my balls, then slid up to replace my own hand. She held me for a few moments, then proceeded to stroke up and down slowly. I fell back in my chair as I felt her warm lips close around the head and as her tongue explored the sensitive underside of my cock.

Through half-closed eyes, I saw Roberta and Gary watching us intently. Roberta was holding her left tit in her hand and Gary was now stroking his uncut prick. I had never watched another man jack off before.

Soon, Barb worked most of my shaft into her mouth and she was bobbing up and down on me, making little noises as she ministered to my stiff rod. Likewise, Roberta relieved Gary's own hand. She was working his foreskin back and forth, licking the exposed head each time it appeared. 

"Want to feel how Roberta does it?" Gary asked between heavy breaths. "Let's see if the girls want to trade."

Roberta looked up into Gary's eyes. "I think she'd like to show you, Ken," Gary confirmed.

Without a word, Roberta released her husband's stiff member and crawled over next to Barb. Their bodies touched as Roberta reached up to fondle my balls. Barb raised her head, allowing my cock to pop out of her mouth. Immediately, Roberta took her place, pressing my shaft into her own throat. After a few moves, she released and Barb took over. Both women took turns sucking and licking my engorged cock. The feeling was incredible. I glanced at Gary and saw that he was slowly stroking as he watched the scene.

My balls began to tighten and the women knew that I was close. Both of them pulled away and Barb held the base of my shaft tightly until the urge to squirt abated. Roberta moved back to Gary and resumed her position. To my surprise, Barb quickly joined her and the two wives took turns on my friend's tool. Roberta pulled back Gary's foreskin and let Barb lick his bulbous head before swallowing it again. "My sweet wife is sucking another man's cock," I thought to myself as I watched the trio and held my own stiff shaft.

As I observed the two women between Gary's outstretched legs another motion caught my eye. Barb's fingers were between her own legs. My wife was furiously fingering herself as she took turns sucking on Gary's uncut ramrod. She was obviously aroused and perhaps even unaware of the fact that I could see her fingers moving in and out of her wet nether lips. Barb's actions attracted me and I positioned myself behind her, pressing my still-stiff cock between the cheeks of her ass. She found me and quickly pushed back, using her fingers to guide me into her slick snatch.

For a short time, I was fucking Barb from behind while she took turns sucking another man's thick penis. Roberta sensed the rhythm and looked back to see me plugging my wife's hole. Now, Roberta got busy. She rose and, with her back to Gary, pulled his cock from Barb's mouth and settled him inside her. 

Barb put her head on her arms, pushing her ass up and onto my pulsing cock with a low groan. I looked up directly into Roberta's open cunt, now filled with her husband's thick prick. That's when I realized what the slight glint was that I noticed earlier. Roberta's clit hood was pierced with a gold ring that held a small gold ball. The ball bounced wildly as she rode her husband's shaft. 

"Oh, yes, fuck me," Roberta begged. Holding Barb's hips, I pounded into my wife, feeling her ass cheeks jiggle as we slapped together. Roberta was looking down, watching me fuck Barb as she moved up and down Gary's glistening rod. It was a sight I'll never forget.

Minutes later, I heard Roberta gasp. "Yeah, cum with me baby, fill me up."

Her entreaty caused my balls to go on alert. I felt the pressure building and rapidly fucked Barb. "I can't hold it, honey," I whispered and Barb nodded. 

"Now, now," she gasped, and I emptied my semen deep into my wife's well-fucked cavern. 

Roberta stood and I watched the juice begin to drip down her thighs. She used her hand to hold it and waddled down the hall to their master bath. Gary sprawled in his chair, his flaccid cock still wet with cum and Roberta's nectar. As my own cock began to subside, Barb raised her head and noticed Gary's obscene situation. She moved forward, allowing my cock to slide out. As I watched, entranced, my wife lifted Gary's limp dick and began to lick and suck it with abandon. 

I stood with a lump in my throat and watched my pretty wife gobble Gary. Then, I stumbled down the hall toward their bathroom. Roberta was just leaving as I walked in. "I left some clean wash cloths for you," she said. "You can shower too if you like."

"Thanks, maybe I will. Let Barb know what I'm doing, okay?"

Roberta hugged me and lifted her face. We kissed and I felt her soft tits against me. "I enjoyed you," she whispered, then strolled down the hall.




My Loving Wife, the Flirt



I was halfway done with my shower when the door opened and Barb joined me. "Sorry I took so long," she murmured. I hope you're not angry."

"No, I'm not mad or anything," I assured her. "I hope Roberta was as understanding."

"Oh yes, she even thanked me for helping to clean Gary up. They're both unbelievable!"

"Just imagine us sharing a cabin with them over the weekend. Are you okay with doing what we just did?"

"As crazy as it sounds, I am. Playing around with them was fantastic. I'd never even seen an uncut dick before and there I was sucking it with his wife joining in. Then, after they were finished, I just had to take a taste. Now, I'm having some very naughty fantasies."

I hugged my wife to me and let the water cool our ardor. "I'm glad, because I'm having some fantasies too. We have a few days to go, then some of those fantasies might become reality."

"We'll see," Barb replied with a sly grin. "Now, I think we should get dressed, thank our hosts for an eye-opening day, and give us all some private time before it gets any later."

###

Gary pulled his SUV up to the unmarked white gate and pressed the code numbers into the keypad. Slowly, the gate opened and we drove up a winding, tree-lined road to a small cabin. A carved wooden sign indicated that it was Del Sol's office. "We'll need to get you two signed in before we go on up to the clubhouse," Gary said as he opened his door.

Clara, the manager, greeted Gary and Roberta who, in turn, introduced Barb and I. "They're to be our guests this weekend," Gary explained. "I reserved one of the large cabins for us. They're first timers, so be nice."

"Right," Clara confirmed. "You have Jupiter, Del Sol's largest cabin. Everything's ready for you."

I was a little surprised to see that Clara wore a large yellow T-shirt and flip-flops. Frankly, I'd expected to be met by a wrinkled old nude dude in a straw hat! The office was neat. The only difference was the array of photographs of members happily enjoying the pool or playing volleyball that adorned one wall.

"Welcome to Del Sol," Clara said. "I'll just need to make copies of your ID's and collect your thirty dollars per day. Gary has already paid for the cabin."

I paid the guest fees and offered to split the cabin with Gary. He, of course, refused the split. "We'd be renting a cabin anyway, and you are our guests this trip."

Back in the SUV, we made our way up the road and parked in front of a nice cabin nestled in a grove of trees. Gary turned to me. "We're home. Over there is the clubhouse and café. Beyond it is the pool. We'll give you the grand tour in a few minutes."

The two-bedroom cabin contained a shared bath, a small kitchenette, and a nice living area. The shaded front porch held four rocking chairs and a lovely view of Del Sol. "This is a far cry from what I expected," I told Gary and Roberta. "I thought we'd be roughing it."

They both laughed as we lugged our stuff into the cabin. "We really didn't bring anything to hang in the closet," I joked. 

"You won't need anything much. Just be sure to put on some good shoes and bring a towel," Roberta called from the other room. "Let's get naked and take a look around."

The four of us stepped onto the porch and onto the gravel road leading to the clubhouse. A couple who looked to be in their early fifties strolled by and stopped to greet Gary and Roberta, "Bill and Linda, meet our friends, Barb and Ken." 

It felt a little strange to shake Bill's hand while standing nude on the gravel roadway. I was happy to see that Barb seemed to take the encounter in stride. She nodded to Bill and immediately began to chat with Linda. 

We proceeded to the clubhouse where we met several other couples. People varied in age from the early thirties to some in their late sixties or older. I was amazed at how quickly we both adapted to the nudist social environment. In fact, Barb, the flirt and tease, seemed to be in her element. She was always a show-off and Del Sol gave her the freedom to do so without guilt.

Couples went about their own pursuits, talking, playing cards, reading, or just sitting on towels enjoying the ambiance. It was similar to other textile clubs, except that everybody was nude. We walked out of the clubhouse and across a well-kept lawn to a fenced pool area. More members were lounging on the grass and around the pool deck. Gary and Roberta stopped to chat and introduce us to those they knew. 

We entered the shower area next to the hot tub and took nice soapy showers before returning to the pool for a welcoming dip. "So far, so good," I thought as we bobbed around and talked with more members.

"You know, this isn't bad at all," Barb commented. "It feels so good to be in the water like this and not have straps and elastic binding you. Your friends are so friendly, Roberta."

"Uh huh," Roberta replied happily, "we're all anxious to meet new people and have a nice relaxing time."

After a quick lunch in the café, we found four empty loungers. We spread our towels and basked in the sun for a while, watching people move in and out of the pool. A variety of shapes, sizes, and ages mingled without any apparent concern. One older couple strolled by and I was surprised to see that one of her breasts had been removed. She didn't seem at all concerned and neither did her husband. They both smiled down at me as the continued over to the hot tub.

"Let's take a hike around the property before it gets any later," Gary suggested. There's a nice pond beyond the trees, along with some picnic tables."

We hiked the grounds for over an hour, enjoying the sun and the scenery. Gary and I took turns skipping rocks on the pond. A couple and their teenage son were at the end of the pond fishing. We wandered over to them. The young boy proudly displayed a stringer with five small perch. "I caught three of them and my dad caught two," he told us grinning. His small, hairless pecker stood straight out from his body, but I couldn't tell if he had an erection or if it was always that way. 

Returning to the pool area, we showered, then we all jumped into the pool to cool off. "We might as well shower again here in the community shower room, then go back to the cabin. I could use a short nap before dinner. It's best to be nice and fresh for tonight's dance," Gary suggested.

The cool cabin was perfect for our short naps. Neither of us closed our bedroom doors. About a half-hour later, Barb and I could hear distinctly sexy noises coming from the other room. "Want to play around a little?" I asked my wife as she awoke. "I think Roberta and Gary have a head start."

Barb kissed me and fondled my balls. She moved lower and my eyes closed as her mouth surrounded my growing shaft. As soon as I was hard, she ceased. "Just a little sample," she whispered. "More later, after the dance. The idea of dancing while nearly naked has me so excited. I can't wait to see what happens tonight."

###

Dinner was quite tasty. They serve grilled steaks and baked potatoes on Saturday. Gary and I dined wrapped in our towels. Barb and Roberta each wore thin sarongs that hid little. Gary uncorked two bottles of red wine and we shared the wine with two other couples sitting next to us. The other ladies were younger and stayed topless during dinner. It was a nice treat to survey their firm breasts as I enjoyed my meal.

We were finishing off the wine when the DJ appeared, lugging boxes of discs and some rather fancy sound equipment. Several of us helped her set up her table and organize the equipment. Our female DJ, Cathy, was the only clothed person in the clubhouse at the time, but she didn't seem to take notice. Cathy was in her late thirties or early forties, quite attractive, and very outgoing.

"Thanks for all your help, fellas," Cathy told us as she began to sort through her discs. "I'll be getting the music started as soon as Clara arrives to get tonight's dance underway."

"Do you many gigs like this?" I asked Cathy. "I mean at naturist resorts."

"This is the only resort," she replied, "but I usually do one or two house parties every month besides. They prefer to use a fellow nudist when possible."

"Oh, so you are a naturist, I mean nudist, also. Is that right?"

"Yep, for about six years now," Cathy confirmed. "I'll be joining you as soon as I finish setting up the first set of tunes."

A number of other couples filtered into the clubhouse. Minutes later, Clara entered. She looked stunning now, with her hair down, makeup in place, and her voluptuous body finally on full display. For a lady in her late forties, she looked stunning. 

"Ladies and gentlemen," Clara began, "please welcome back our friendly DJ, Cathy. She will keep us in a dancing mood this evening."

Everyone applauded loudly as Cathy stepped out from behind a screen. She was nude, except for the multi-colored lei around her neck, red flower behind her ear and red high heels.

"Wow, what an entrance," Barb gasped as she clapped enthusiastically.

The music started and couples began to hit the dance floor. I touched Barb on the arm and we joined the crowd. Gary and Roberta were nearby. Barb was soft and warm beneath her near-transparent sarong. I had my towel tightly tucked around my waist. Some of the other women only wore towels around their waist, their boobs mashed against their partner's bare chest. One young wife wore only a thong.

After five slow numbers, Cathy inserted a fast tune and the four of us went to our table. As we watched the dancers, several men lost their towels. Soon, a couple of women dropped their towels too. "I guess nobody really cares about towels," Barb said.

"It usually starts off kinda slow and conservative. Later on, people tend to get more comfortable," Roberta responded. "It's just harmless flirting and fun."

Cathy put on another slow song. Gary turned to Barb. "May I have this dance?" he asked politely.

I watched as my wife rose and followed Gary onto the dance floor. Oddly, he left his towel on his chair. Barb's arms encircled Gary's neck and he pulled her close, his hands on the small of her back, and they began to sway.

"I'm not Fred Astaire," I told Roberta, "but I'd love to dance with you."

Roberta smiled and took my hand. She moved very close and I felt her soft tits push into me again. She put her arms around me and rested her cheek on my chest. My hands rested on her back because she was so petite. As we moved, her body moved back and forth across the front of my towel and I knew that she could feel my bulge as it began to grow. "If you keep that up, you're going to embarrass me," I whispered to her.

Roberta looked up into my eyes. "It feels so nice against me, Ken. Please don't make me stop."

In an effort to control my erection, I looked around the dance floor, searching for Barb and Gary. I spotted them several yards away. Her sarong was open below her waist, revealing her hip and leg. Barb was holding Gary and it looked as if he might have his cock between my wife's legs.

Rather than help, the sight of my wife clinging to Gary made my cock throb through my towel. Roberta felt the surge and followed my gaze. "I think our spouses like to dance, don't you?" she teased.

"Maybe we'd better sit down a minute," I sputtered. We left the floor and returned to our table.

"Don't worry," Roberta exclaimed, "they're just messing around a little. We all do it." As she soothed me, her small hand pushed my towel aside and her fingers found my erection. "It excites you to see Barb enjoying herself like that, huh?"

I nodded as Gary's petite wife continued to stroke my cock under the table. The song ended and I looked up to see Barb and Gary approaching. 

"What's up?" Gary asked, "Oh, I see," he chuckled as Roberta released the stiff rod now sticking obscenely out of the gap in my towel.

"Sorry," I began, but Gary waved off my intended apology. 

"No problem, man, I was just checking Barb for fit a couple of minutes ago. She seemed to think it'll work."

My wife was clearly stunned at Gary's candor. "Gary, hush. Don't say things like that right in front of my husband. You're embarrassing me and others might hear you!"

Gary gave her a contrite look, then winked at me. "No harm done, I hope. I wouldn't want to spoil everybody's fun tonight."

"No, no harm done," I agreed. "I saw you two over in the corner a while ago. That's what gave me this problem," I continued as I drew attention to my lap. 

Barb burst out laughing. "You got that worked up just seeing Gary and me dancing close?"

"Well, I helped a little," Roberta giggled, "but Ken really got a boner watching you two. Now, I'm ready to dance again, Ken. How about it?"

Barb smiled at me and Roberta pulled me out of my chair. As I took a step, my wife grabbed my towel and pulled it loose, tossing it back onto my chair. "You don't need it," she said with a wicked grin.

Conscious of my erection, I moved close to Roberta, hoping to avoid detection by the other couples. Roberta moved us into the center of the floor, and then her hand parted her flimsy sarong. "You can hide it in here," she whispered.

I bent my knees slightly and my stiff cock slid up against her tummy. "I can't put it between your legs, Roberta, there's too much difference in height."

"That's okay," she replied, "I like to feel your cock against my skin. You can check the fit later, okay?"

"Is that a promise?" I whispered.

"Promise," she confirmed. "I want to feel you inside me, Ken. Please don't think bad of me for that."

"Of course not. I've had similar thoughts all week, I must admit.

Barb and I danced the final two numbers together. I decided to test the water. "Did Gary fit well?"

"Uh huh, he had his cock between my legs while we were dancing. You knew that didn't you?"

"Yes, I could tell that you had your sarong apart, so I figured he was probing around a little."

"So did three of the other men. They cut in on Gary and some of them got inside my sarong too."

"Oh really?" I gasped. "I didn't notice you with any of the other fellows."

"They maneuvered me into the far corner, so you wouldn't see. Two were gentlemen and just fondled my rear a little. The other three felt my boobs and put their cocks between my legs. I'm so wet now. I hope it doesn't show."

Barb's story got me rock hard. I could visualize her being touched and probed by multiple partners and I wished that I'd been there to see it. "You're okay, but maybe it's a good thing that the dance is over. I think Gary and Roberta have additional plans tonight, don't' you?"

"I know Gary does," Barb confirmed. "Are you okay with whatever happens?"

"I am if you are, honey," I told my sweet wife. "I love you madly, you know, and I think we should be able to experience new pleasures together without any hang-ups."

"Me too," Barb murmured. "I feel that way now also. I want to feel Gary tonight and I know he is anxious to sample me. I hope Roberta doesn't get upset with us."

Roberta is as aroused as you are my dear. I was rubbing my cock all over her tummy and she wanted more. I think one of our fantasies is about to become reality tonight.

###

"What a day," Gary barked as he poured drinks back in our spacious cabin. "Lots of nudists having fun, swimming, hiking, and dancing the night away. What did you two think?"

"We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves today," I replied as in a toast. "The weather was great and the companionship even better."

"You two should consider joining Del Sol," Roberta added. "Everybody really liked you."

I hugged Barb close. "Yeah, especially some of the men at the dance tonight."

Gary looked serious. "I hope we didn't frighten you, Barb. It was just a few of the guys giving you their version of an initiation. Roberta had a similar experience when we first showed up."

"I was rather flattered," Barb responded lightly. "They didn't take as many liberties as you did, Gary."

"I sincerely hope not," Gary laughed. "I want this to be a night to be remembered for the four of us."

I listened to the banter and sipped my drink. "How do you propose we do that?" I asked smiling.

Gary cocked his head and looked around slowly. "For starters, I think our wives should remove their sarongs and get naked like us. Ken, would you please help Roberta disrobe?"

At Gary's invitation, I moved next to his wife and slowly pulled her sarong away. Meanwhile, Gary helped Barb remove her gauzy wrap. 

"Now, I suggest that you girls kiss the nearest cock and see if you can cause an erection."

Without hesitation, both women obeyed and I felt Roberta's lips on the head of my thick prick. My wife already had half of Gary's shaft down her throat and her fingers were busily playing with his balls.

Moments later, Gary fell to the floor and engaged Barb in the classic 69 position. I watched my wife's head bob up and down his shaft while he raised his head and began to lick her clit.

"Let's go to my room," Roberta whispered. "It'll be more comfortable."

We walked past Gary and Barb and into the bedroom. Roberta stretched out on the end of the bed and spread her legs wide. "I want you to eat my pussy first, then I want to feel your thick cock inside me."

I looked down at her swollen labia and again noticed the little gold ball next to her clit. I quickly fell between her thighs. I used my hands to raise her tiny ass and began to lick from bottom to top. My tongue lapped up the nectar now seeping from between her inner lips. I used the tip of my tongue to tap on her clit and play with the gold ball. She squirmed and moaned as I continued to eat her tasty treat.

Spreading her ass cheeks with both hands, I let my tongue wander lower and rimmed her crinkled spot. I felt Roberta jerk and her tummy spasm. My oral skills caused the first of several orgasms she would enjoy this night. 

"Oh Ken, I need your cock inside me now," she panted. "Fuck me, Ken, fuck me now."

We started with me on top, driving my stiff rod up inside her molten love nest. She rolled up on top and rode me like a stallion for a few minutes, but I made her stop before causing me to ejaculate too soon. Finally, I flipped her onto her knees and entered Roberta from behind. Her little ass cheeks quivered each time I slapped against her. My balls were swinging back and forth, making contact with her pussy lips. I looked down to where our two bodies met and spied her tight backdoor. Wetting my finger in her juice, I carefully inserted it into her asshole as I continued to slide my cock into her slippery cunt.

"Oh, yes, yes," she cried. "Fuck me like that, Ken. I love the way you do it."

My balls drew up and we both knew that my climax was close. Roberta's vaginal muscles tightened around my shaft and began to pulse. Moments afterward, my load of thick, sticky cum shot from my cock and splattered up inside her. I kept pounding against her and enjoying the experience of our mutual orgasm. As we returned to reality, we fell onto our sides and lay connected for several more minutes.

"Are you two okay?" Gary asked as he and my wife stood in the doorway. 

I looked up and nodded. "Fantastic, how about you?"

"Just great! We thought you might like some company, that's all."

I disconnected from Gary's petite wife and moved to the edge of the bed. Barb approached me and looked down at my wet, flaccid dick. "I think you need some help," she said as she knelt beside me and took my limp cock in her mouth.

Gary went to the other side of the bed and buried his face in his wife's crotch, still oozing our combined love juices. I could hear him licking and sucking his wife's just-fucked pussy. It aroused me and I reached down to explore Barb's nether region. She turned to make it easier. I slipped my finger into her warm nest and felt the gooey remains of their coupling. "Sixty-nine with me," I whispered. Barb repositioned and I soon got my first taste of a creamy treat that I hadn't personally created.




My Loving Wife



" Next we were naked. We were fondling each other. She climaxed. I followed suit. We could not resist. She seemed to like it even more than I. That was easy to tell." 

"Patricia continued so easily. She rubbed her nipples around my clitoris and then tongued me to a gorgeous climax. I then returned the favour." 

"At that point; the video showed two girls rubbing clitoris's together. 

Patricia said 'Lets try it?' I wanted it too." 

"We were going strong when came the knock on the door. 

Chaos! I put my bra and panties in my bag and pulled on my jeans and shirt. Patricia shoved her panties under the cushion and rushed into her clothes. We let you in. You seemed suspicious. We were as randy as hell. I really enjoyed her. It was the start of many sessions that both of us shared." 

"On the day of your birthday. We had decided to give you a real treat. 

We had decided to have you. A threesome was there. No holds barred should have happened. We both wanted your cock, and when we had finished, each other as well."

"Whilst you were away that afternoon; we had a sexy session. We were both so excited. Could we last out the night?"

"We hoped you would start it. But nothing happened. You seemed content anyway. We got cold feet! So, Patricia went up to bed early. She told you to say goodnight to me and follow her. She knew I would shag you. I was desperate for sex. I got out your cock and had it. 

Patricia was watching. The keyhole she used. She masturbated at the sight of your cock shagging me."

"When you left me and joined her. I followed you up. I watched her suck you. I saw you both fuck. I wanted to join in, but I was frightened you would object." 

"I really enjoyed watching both of you. I found it erotic. I needed it too".

"Next morning early. Patricia climbed in my bed. We first went on each other in the sixty-nine position. Then shagged each other. Our clitoris's rubbed each other with zest. It was some night all-round, but it could have been!"

THE VISIT

The next one to visit was Patricia. She was down south, so she joined me for that week. 

"I see the 'Rocky Horror Show' is on! Will you take me?" She asks. 

I go and buy tickets. I am not sure if I want to. 

The evening was on us. Patricia dressed up real well. A small black button-up dress. No bra. She was just wearing tights and high heels. We walked down the town in daylight to get a meal. The sexual sway of her body and breasts. It was so erotic, no man could ignore. Young lads did whistle. We older ones admired wistfully. 

She just exuded sexuality and it showed.

During the show she breathed deeply when Rocky appeared. Gold Lame panties. It was the bulge she stared at. We really enjoyed it. 

I felt as horny as hell. 

The show was over.

"Do you want a drink?" I asked. 

"No! Lets get home!" She responded. 

We walked very quickly and then we were there. 

I was inside the door. She pushed me against the wall. She went down on my cock. Her dress joined the floor. She lay down also. My cock was in her hand. She pushed it straight up her. We shagged there and then. We both climaxed immediately. 

Into the kitchen we climaxed again. 

At last in the bedroom she was riding me strong. My penis was tender. There was no stopping her. She came again and again.

When waking next morning. 

"We did not take precautions," She stated. 

"Are you not on the pill?" I asked. 

"Why? I only have sex with Bernadette these days!" She responded. "I will go to the clinic and get the 'morning after pill'. May as well not waste it!"

She mounted my hard penis.

She bucked. She roared. She gasped. She came. I was sore, but sperm still came from me. I enjoyed it immensely.

She leaves not long after. She walks to the Family Planning Clinic. Her cheese-clothe blouse is clinging. Her nipples erect. 

When passing a building site, they whistle at her. 

"How about those mountains?" One of them says. 

"Come and get them!" She responds, pulling up her blouse. Her breasts are all bare. No one takes up the offer. She continues along. They are not really men.