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My Wife Plays the Wild Card

By: Wpfister



Almost all married couples start out intending to remain faithful to each other forever. It's in your wedding vows and it's actually the point of getting married; to have a monogamous relationship. This excludes the open marriage and wife swapping crowd, obviously, but the average marriage is all about fidelity. 

Despite this, every married couple has a joke they like to talk about as if it were a game. I'm talking about, 'The Wild Card." This imaginary card is what you or your spouse gets to play one time with one person in order to step outside of the marriage temporarily and fuck another man or woman. It's a fantasy, basically, and the game is that your wild card is unobtainable; it can never actually happen in real life. Therefore, you debate who your wild card would be and you both agree to abide by the terms, knowing it's all make believe. Usually, the man picks someone like Angelina Jolie or Charize Theron. For women, it's Brad Pitt or maybe Denzel Washington. The whole thing is harmless because you have a better chance of winning the Powerball Lottery than you do of ever getting to use your wild card.

But watch out. I'm here to tell you that playing this game can turn bad on you. It happened to me, and it got pretty ugly. My name is Harry and my wife is Jeanine. I'm a well-paid professional and so is my wife, and together we had developed a comfortable lifestyle for ourselves. I work as a project manager for a defense contractor, and Jeanine is an editor for a book publisher. I'm 34 years old and I'm of average height and weigh around 180 lbs. I lift weights and run a little, so I'm in pretty good shape and I'm a decent looking guy. Jeanine is a tall 5' 10" and 130 lbs, with an hourglass figure and firm, 36B tits. She's 28 years old, with a body that is tighter than any 18 year old. Her long legs and shapely feet are matched only by her gorgeous face. I realized that I was lucky to have her.

At a glance, we're a great couple. We look like Barbie and Ken to some people. But under the surface we suffer the same problems as other couples. Even if you're both very attractive there comes a time when your sex life becomes dull. It really can't be helped. You can try every trick in the book, but eventually you will run out of positions to try, or sex toys to experiment with, and even kinky sex becomes routine if you do it for years. That's why so many couples who started out with the best of intentions wind up divorced when one spouse or the other commits adultery. The only way to keep your sex life absolutely fresh is to keep fucking new people, it's that simple. Just fuck one new person and you get to try all the positions, toys and kinks again, but this time it's new and exciting. That's what swingers and couples in open marriages have figured out, but most of us can't live that way. We can't bear the jealousy and hurt. We can't get over the feeling of embarrassment and the loss of face when someone else takes what is yours and leaves you wondering what they did together behind your back.

Ever think what it's like to face your friends or family and explain to them that your spouse cheated on you? It can get pretty extreme. I've known some guys who have been cheated on, and it was rough for them. They may come to you for solace, to talk about the way they feel, but men aren't good at that. Even as he's telling you about how his wife has been fucking a guy she works with, you're thinking, "I wonder if I can bust a nut in that cheap bitch? I always did want to fuck her. Sounds like Fred here can't satisfy her and obviously she's game!" That's how guys are, until the shoe is on the other foot.

There are actually men who enjoy being cuckolds and watching other men fuck their wives. That has to take a very advanced and mature person, or else a screaming pervert with self-esteem issues. I don't think there are many women who crave seeing their husbands plowing strange pussy, but perhaps they exist. What happens when you become a cuckold whether you like it or not? That's a tough one that over 40% of men have to face at some point. Statistically, that's how many women cheat on their husband or boyfriend. Scary stuff and odds are that you will, or already have, experienced something like my story.

Try as I might, I could tell that Jeanine was getting bored with our sexual routine. She was less interested in having sex these days and never instigated it anymore. When we did have sex, she seemed apathetic; doing it just to get it over with like it was a chore. I saw the signs, I'm not blind. When we did finally make love it was just fine. We both had orgasms and we both enjoyed it. But there wasn't much excitement or passion.

On the other hand, I did not see any signs that she had acted on this boredom and pursued her pleasures in the arms of another man. There were no secretive phone calls or "business trips" that suddenly came up. She hadn't altered her behavior. She hadn't started buying sexy clothes that she never seemed to wear around me, or suddenly start wearing thong underwear. She didn't come home late and immediately hit the shower. I looked for the signs, but if they were there, she had hidden them well.

So I tried to spice things up with flowers, dinner at fine restaurants, candlelight and music, whatever I could think of that might spark some romance. But Jeanine just complained of headaches or fatigue and slipped off to bed without me, leaving me to hit the Internet and jack off to porn. It wasn't helping my marriage, but my forearms were looking buff.

As I said in the beginning, everyone has a wild card. Mine was the typical choice, a famous actress; Jessica Alba. For Jeanine, though, she went a different route and picked a somewhat obscure soap opera actor. His name was Brian Stevens and he was a minor ongoing character in Jeanine's favorite soap, which she TiVo'd every day and watched faithfully. What are the odds, right? It wouldn't be a big problem if it wasn't for the fact that Brian Stevens was writing a book about his life as a struggling actor, and Jeanine's company had picked up the rights. She was now the editor for her wild card! I did not like where that was going, but I still assumed that the whole wild card thing was just silly fantasy and nothing that would ever be acted on.

But I was so very wrong. It wasn't long after she was handed the job of managing Brian Steven's book and editing it to a publishable form that she was having meetings with the new author and taking lunches with him. That wasn't unreasonable as she often took lunches with such clients. Then one day she announced to me that her new author was coming to dinner at our house. I was less than thrilled, but I had no reason to suspect that anything was going on at a deeper level than a professional relationship.

Brian showed up at our place at 8pm on the nose, a rarity for actors who struggle to get anywhere on time. I think they do it on purpose to be fashionably late. But here he was, knocking on the door. Jeanine was still getting her hair and make-up right, and I was helping keep an eye on the cooking. I answered the door and found myself looking at a very handsome younger man. Stevens was a bit over six feet tall and was extremely athletic looking. I sized him up as maybe 220, mostly muscle. He had brown hair and blue eyes, with wide shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist. I shook hands with him and felt a very firm grip. I asked him in and he followed me into the living room.

"You must be Harry," he said, "I've heard so much about you! It's a real pleasure to finally meet you!"

Great, I thought. He's a nice guy. "Hi Brian, I'm really happy to meet you. Jeanine says that your book is going to be a killer read," I responded. I asked him to take a seat, and he took the middle cushion of the couch. I made us a couple of drinks, checked on dinner, and let Jeanine know that her guest was here. She was still getting dressed and I hadn't seen her in an hour. Meanwhile, Brian and I made small talk. I was disturbed to find that he was very likeable and good at small talk. We sipped our cocktails and chatted about his book until Jeanine made her appearance.

And what an entrance it was. Remember, I said that she hadn't altered her behavior by buying new panties or suddenly taking a renewed interest in how she looks; well, now she was wearing a designer dress that I'd never seen before, perfectly draped on her form and fitting so well it had to be tailored. Her face was beautifully made up and her hair was fantastic. She was wearing high-heeled roman sandals, the kind with the straps that wrap around the calf. The shoes just screamed, "Fuck me!" Her legs were bare and smoothly shaved. I would bet money if she was wearing panties at all, they had to be thongs. I had a bad feeling that it wasn't just impressing the client that Jeanine was up to. I could tell that Brian was interested, and my dick was stiffening as well. Even after years of marriage, I was perfectly aware that she was an extraordinary beauty and could easily turn the heads of other men.

"Hello, Brian," she cooed in an abnormally happy voice. She seemed a little too pleased to see him, in my book. "What a thrill to have dinner with two handsome men!" We refreshed our drinks, and continued the small talk, but already there was another bad sign. Jeanine sat down on the couch without hesitation, right next to Brian, who was still on the middle cushion. She passed up a loveseat and two chairs to sit so close that her thigh was touching his. He didn't seem to mind.

The evening progressed well and I found I enjoyed chatting with Brian, though not as much as my wife. She hung on his every word and complimented his every opinion. Her hands rubbed against his arm or leg frequently. I knew something was up now.

"Brian, one of the reasons I was so happy to be assigned as your editor," she said, "is that I'm also a big fan. I watch your show every day. I think you're an extremely talented actor and the sexiest man on TV."

Brian seemed pleased that Jeanine regarded him so highly. "Thank you, that means a lot to me," he said. "Since I've started working with you I've realized how lucky I am to have an editor who is on the same page as me, and who cares about the work we're doing." He turned towards me and nodded while saying, "That is one lucky man over there, and I think I'd trade places with him in a heartbeat. Harry, you're the most fortunate guy I know. In my business, everyone is a phony. The women have phony tits. The macho men are mostly gay. The older women have face lifts. I can't imagine I'm ever going to find a woman like your wife, who is real in every respect!"

"Well I certainly can't disagree with that...If I ever want to get laid again!" I said. Brian and I both laughed, but not Jeanine. 

"Do you mean that, Brian?" she asked. "Do you really want to trade places with my husband?"

"Ah...what do you mean, Jeanine?" he asked somewhat sheepishly. "Do you mean trade lives with Harry? If it meant that I'd have you for a wife, hell yeah, he can have my soap opera and I'll take you!"

She bent forward and kissed him full on the lips. Her hands grasped his head and pulled him closer. I could tell that her tongue had forced open his lips, and they were now tongue-fucking as sure as I was sitting there dumbfounded and watching helplessly.

As the kiss finally concluded and she let Brian come up for air, he said, "Wow! What was that for?"

Jeanine just smiled. "It was such a lovely thing to say, that's all. Shall we eat?" He hesitated for a second until he realized she meant that dinner was ready. We walked over to the dinner table and ate quickly. Both of them were well into the wine, but not as much as I was. I wanted to get hammered. I knew this was going to end badly for me.

The dinner was fine, but it was clear that Jeanine and Brian had gone from business talk to personal talk. He was telling her his life story and she was telling hers. My name barely came up, unless someone needed another glass of wine. They were suddenly fast friends. As we were returning to the living room, Jeanine sent Brian ahead and asked that he wait for her as she needed to talk to me. Here it comes.

"Harry, I'm playing my wild card," she said. I'm playing the card that says I get to fuck one man outside of our marriage, with no repercussions. No jealousy, no anger, no regrets, and especially, no interference from you!" She looked toward the living room where Brian was sitting and then turned back to me. "Don't fuck this up for me. Try to be happy for me instead. This is a dream come true, a fantasy that I'm going to live for real. I want you to excuse yourself when it gets hot and heavy, do you understand?"

"Oh come off it," I snapped. "The wild card thing is just a joke...it's just a silly game that married couples play. It's not intended to be real! The whole point is that it's a fantasy and it can never really happen!"

"That's not it at all," she scowled. "You are not going to back me off of this. If your little cunt, Jessica Alba, walked in right now, you'd fuck her without even asking me and you know it! And I'd wait in the bedroom and be happy for you, and when it was over, I'd be there for you!"

I didn't know what to say. I was absolutely speechless.

"If you screw this up for me, I'm leaving you. End of story. I'm playing my wild card, Harry, and that's what we agreed on. If you're not a man of your word, that's on you, not me! Now, we're going into the living room and you are going to help me make this happen by letting him know that it's okay. He'll need to feel that you are giving your approval for him to make love to your wife in your house, tonight! And God damn it, that's what you're going to do! When I take him to our bedroom, you chill out in the guest room for the night. I'll be okay. I want you to accept this, Harry. I want you to be happy for me! Can you do that for me? Do you love me enough to let me go, and wait for me to come back to you?"

All I could say was, "You're going to fuck him in my own bed! Oh, Jesus, Jeanine! Why don't you just kill me! Okay, fine. You fuck this guy. Maybe I'll be here in the morning and maybe not. Your choice, you accept the consequences."

We walked into the living room and went straight to the couch and sat with Brian. She held his arm and looked deeply into his eyes. "Brian, my husband and I have always had an agreement that we would be perfectly faithful to each other. But we allowed ourselves one wild card. One person we could pick to make love to, and it wouldn't count against our vows. I picked you, Brian. And God delivered you to me. I want you make love to me. My husband understands and has given his blessing. I want you to take me to my bedroom and make love to me!"

Brian looked a bit worried. He didn't know me, it was possible that I might want to suck his dick after he fucked my wife, or I might insist he suck mine. Or I might film the whole thing and put it on the internet. Or kill them both. He had no way of being sure. I had this moment to decide what to do and it wasn't enough time to think clearly. I loved Jeanine, and I don't want to lose her. Yet, could I let her fuck a strange man in my own house, in my very bed, and forgive her? I wasn't sure. Brian broke the silence. 

"Are you okay with this, bro? Your wife is beautiful and I'd gladly make love to her if that's what you both want. But if this is some weird scene or something..."

"It's not a weird scene, Brian," she assured him. "It's real and with my husband's full consent. We have a deal that either of us can step out once and it is our way of making our marriage stronger. If we have this understanding then we don't need to go behind each other's backs. And if you are open with each other, there is no cheating...right, Harry?"

I had to say something and I already knew that my head was too screwed up to do the smart thing. "That's right, Brian, go ahead and fuck my wife. You have my blessing. In fact, I'd enjoy it if you let me watch a little bit. I won't be involved, just watching. I hope you fulfill her every fantasy. But be warned, she likes it hard and brutal." I don't know why I said that. Maybe it was because Jeanine wanted me gone so badly and I was feeling cruel due to what was being perpetrated against me.

"Okay, Harry, thank you," he said. "I don't mind if you watch the preliminaries, but I'd like some privacy if this goes over night. You're really a great husband to do this! I don't know if I could be as big of a man as you are! I'd be all fucked up with petty emotions like jealousy and anger, and you're just above that! I admire you, bro, and I'm going to take really good care of Jeanine for you."

Jeanine was not happy that I was still there, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. She engaged in another deep soul kiss with Brian, while unbuttoning his shirt and pants. Her hand dipped into his pants and pulled out the biggest dick I've ever seen in my life. I heard Jeanine gasp and saw her eyes become as wide as saucers.

Brian's dick had to be a foot long. It was thick, like my forearms. It was only semi-rigid at this point, and already I was afraid that Jeanine was going to get severely injured if she fucked that. And even if she succeeded, her box would be ruined for me.

"Oh my God," Jeanine said in wonder. "You have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen! I want to make you cum, Brian; I want to suck you off better than any of the little Hollywood whores you've screwed!" She was already stroking him hard, and now she opened her mouth as wide as it could go, and barely fit the huge head of his cock into it. She went, "Mmmmmmm!" like she was eating cookie dough, as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft. Brian's head lolled back and his lips parted as he moaned with pure pleasure at the intense mouth fucking my gorgeous bride was giving him. 

I was not happy. She rarely sucked my dick these days and never with this type of passion! She sucked me like it was a job, and she sucked him like his dick was the fountain of youth. She was bobbing up and down now, saliva coating his dick and leaving it polished and glistening. Her hands continued to pump his shaft, as her she could only throat maybe eight inches or so. She had never bothered to throat me before. If it didn't fit in her mouth, it didn't get in. For Brian, she was opening her throat like a crocodile and taking in several pounds of meat. But as disgusted as I was, as close to walking away from my marriage as I was at that moment, I realized that I had a huge hard-on. I had a fully-erect, throbbing, blue veined hard-on. Oh shit, I was getting turned on from watching this stranger feeding a foot of dick into my wife's throat! What the fuck is wrong with me?

Brian was obviously enjoying this more than I. "Oh, dude, your wife sucks cock like a porn star! Oh my God, you lucky fuck! You get this whenever you want? Oh, Jesus, you lucky bastard, she's fucking me with her mouth! I'm fucking her vocal cords, dude! Keep going, baby, keep squeezing my balls! Slip a finger in my asshole! Yeah, that's right, right there! Finger my ass and milk my balls at the same time! Oh, God, that's good! Now take your finger out of my ass and suck it!"

Jeanine was squeezing his hairless ball sack like it was a grip exerciser with one hand and fingering his asshole with the other, and still deep throating as much of his horse dick as possible. Just as he had ordered her to do, she popped her finger from his asshole, slid his cock out of throat and then sucked her filthy ass-covered finger! She had a look of pure glee in her eyes as she put on a show of fellating her own finger. She finished cleaning off her finger and held his dick straight up and sucked his entire sack into her mouth. His mouth made a giant "O" and his eyes were closed in pleasure. I had never had a blow job like this. Jeanine wouldn't put a finger anywhere near my ass, that's for sure! I know because I've begged her and she called me a homo and refused! I didn't even know who this cunt was. She looked like my wife but the wife I knew from years of marriage wouldn't be caught dead sucking another man's scum-filled sack like a two-bit whore!


My Wife Plays the Wild Card



Brian's eyes were closed tightly as he tonsil-fucked my cheating cocksucker of a wife, but his hand was reaching into his shirt pocket. He pulled out a piece of folded paper and opened it to reveal white powder. "Hold on, baby," he said. "If you keep doing me like that it's going to be over before it really gets going!" He held out the unfolded paper for her along with a tiny spoon and she snorted a couple of spoonfuls without even asking what it was. "This will help set the mood," he said. "It's Ketamine, Special K! In a few minutes every touch will feel impossibly intense, but you'll feel no pain at all! 

He finished removing her clothes and sure enough, she not only wasn't wearing panties or a bra, but she had a shaved cunt with just a thin strip of hair just above the slit. It looked like a cunt Mohawk. With the dress off, all she had on was her fuck me shoes. Brian undid the straps and removed her shoes, kissing her feet and sucking her toes in turn. When I sucked her toes she always called me a sick, perverted foot fetisher! Funny, but she seemed to dig it now that it was her donkey-dicked TV star doing it.

Brian tossed back the rest of his wine. She did the same, and then they were on the couch again, mouths locked in a soul kiss with a passion that Jeanine had never shown for me. He had yet to touch her pussy, and I could see that it was already glistening wet! She was soaking the couch with her dripping box! 

She did not have that immaculate shaved beaver two days ago when I last fucked her. Her pussy was now as smooth as a baby's ass, and much more inviting. I'd been begging her to shave her cunt for years with no luck. I wanted to jump in right now and eat her cunt like a starving Ethiopian, but I knew that she'd freak out. At this point, I wasn't her husband anymore I was just some asshole watching her get it on with her lover, a fucking peeping Tom.

They continued to suck each other's faces like a pair of Dyson vacuums, while she furiously jacked him off and he frigged her slowly. "Harry," he grunted in my direction, "your wife has the most perfect pussy I've ever seen! There's not a hair or a blemish anywhere! I can't wait to taste her juices and to fill it with my cock! Thank you, man! Thanks for letting me get it on with your wife! I'm going to do right by you man, I'm going to fuck her harder than she's ever been fucked before, and I'm going to cum deep inside her. I hope she's on the pill, bro, my sperm count is off the charts!" 

I really had nothing to say. Jeanine was not on the pill, I generally used a rubber. Somehow, I knew she wasn't going to let the fear of pregnancy stop her. I had to bite my tongue until I could figure out how to deal with this shit! Jesus, my wife was cheating on me; she had sucked a perfect stranger's cock and balls on my couch, in front of me! She was shameless! It was obvious that she didn't give a flying fuck what I thought about it or what it meant to the shambles of our marriage!

"I think the Special K is hitting me!" she said. Her face confirmed that her level of sensitivity was increasing. The Ketamine was causing a feeling of euphoria, like she needed any help. Brian knew what to do. He sat back on the couch and moved her in front of him. As the Ketamine turned her on, he massaged her tits gently. She moaned and cooed in response as his fingertips expertly caressed her. He sucked on her nipples lightly, tongue caressing her aureole. They stood up and changed positions, her on the couch and him kneeling by her legs. It was time for the party to start.

The bastard was a skilled cunt eater, too. So far, the son of a bitch could do no wrong. I watched them as he lapped her pussy with a delicate tongue, barely touching her as he circled her clit. She was moaning like a whore now, louder than I've ever heard her moan before. I don't know if it was the Ketamine or his skill, but she was already looking like she was going to cum, and cum enough to fill a bucket. Her breathing was quickening into panting, and her body was tensing and shaking as he continued to lick her clit. His fingers slid in to her dripping wet snatch and he finger fucked her to the rhythm, obviously hitting her G-spot hard. I could see her asshole puckering and clenching, a certain sign of oncoming orgasm...and then she came, hard!

Her whole body shook with an orgasm so intense that juice squirted from her pussy and her toes were clenched until the knuckles were white. She moaned and squirmed beneath him, and he continued to bury his tongue into her slot. He pulled his fingers from her dripping, sopping wet pussy and eased them down to her tight little asshole, rubbing her own lubrication into it and finally dipping in his forefinger. She was moaning again, and her body was starting to undulate as he lapped away. Was she really going to cum again so quickly after having such an earth-shaking orgasm?

It looked certain that she was. She was raising her hips from the couch and pushing herself onto Brian's tongue. I had never seen her so turned on. Brian worked another finger into her ass, and then another. He had three fingers working away in her rectum! She hated it when I tried to wiggle so much as one finger in there, but Brian was practically fisting her ass and she was about to have a shuddering orgasm! Again I could see the anal wink as her sphincter snapped open and shut around his fingers. She started trembling violently and gasped out a loud, "Ohhhh, ohhhh, I'm cumming! It feels so good..." It went on for almost a full minute before her hips sunk back down into the coach. My fine leather couch was ruined, by the way, covered with her juice. 

"Fuck me, Brian, fuck me now," she begged! "I can't wait any longer...I need your cock in me!"

"Here it comes, baby," he warned. He held his enormous member in one hand and guided it towards the entrance of her pussy. He rubbed it up and down and then centered it on the opening and pushed. Her pussy opened a bit and swallowed the head of his dick, and her eyes got wide with shock. He was way too big for her, so he'd have to go very slow or he'd tear her up. The sheer girth was stretching her like a fist. Brian obviously had dealt with this problem before. He pulled out of her gaping hole. He reached for his shirt on the floor, and once again pulled out a folded piece of paper. "Baby, you need to snort some more so you won't feel any pain. I don't want my dick to hurt you." 

And so she did, snorting the powder up each nostril and then rubbing a healthy amount on the entrance of her pussy while he was dipping his fingers deep into her snatch and thumbing her clit. She was hit by the rush of the Ketamine and looked like she was going to have another orgasm. Instead, Brian hoisted up his gigantic cock and popped it into her cunt again, and this time he pushed hard and shoved it in a foot deep, bottoming out and slapping his balls against her ass. Jeanine let out an anguished, "Ahhhhhhhh! Oh my God, it's so fucking big it feels like I'm riding a telephone pole! It's so big, ugghhhhh, ahhhhhh!" she had deteriorated into primal grunts now, as Brian pulled his dick almost completely out. I could see the head of his dick emerging from her labia. But before it was entirely out, he slammed it back home again. Now he was developing a real rhythm, pounding her cunt without mercy, each stroke was the full length of his foot long dick in and out. Jeanine's eyes had rolled back into head and her moaning was guttural. It sounded more like pleasure than pain, at least to me. But it sure looked painful. It looked to me like he was splitting her in half! She certainly wasn't telling him to stop.

Brian continued to slam away. "Oh, you feel so good, baby!" he said. "You're so tight, I can feel every ripple inside your cunt!" His dick was glistening with her wetness. As he stroked away I noticed that every time he pulled out, her pussy was sucked along so that it pursed like a pair of lips trying to whistle. He was stretching her out so badly that he was practically pulling her organs out. Not that Jeanine minded. She was feeling no pain at all, though her whole body was now covered in a sheen of sweat.

She was wild now; eyes open and mouth moving but nothing coming out. Her fingernails were tearing at his back, leaving marks. Her legs were wrapped around his ass and she was pulling him in with every stroke, as if he wasn't already ramming her hard enough. He had sucked a number of huge hickeys on her neck and tits and left bite marks that couldn't be covered with normal clothing. It was going to be very obvious to the people at work that Jeanine had been fucked hard and probably not by the same guy who married her. You don't suddenly come to work looking like a gang bang slut after years of having the same old sex with hubby. I could already feel the humiliation when everyone would know that Jeanine had fucked around on me. They would see the marks and the way she walked from the soreness she was bound to have. I could never have predicted this outcome in a million years. Sure, my wife is sexy and hot in bed, but she never went psycho slut on me before!

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she rasped. "Fuck me harder! I've never been fucked like this before, it feels so good! It doesn't hurt at all, it just feels like I'm on a cloud and the pressure in my cunt is wonderful! Use me, you bastard! You're in me so deep that nobody has been there before," she moaned. I was beginning to wonder about that. She's had me fooled all these years, maybe she's done this shit before.

"Harry, your wife is a perfect fucksleeve!" said Brian, charmingly. "Her cunt is so tight and hot that I could fuck her all night! Harry, I'm hitting her cervix with every stroke...she's just the right size to fit my dick! She fucks like a sleazy tramp! Harry, she loves it dirty and hard, just like you said, you lucky motherfucker, you! I think your wife is a certified nymphomaniac! She's going to want to fuck me again, Harry, and I've got some friends in the business that will be taking an interest as well. Do you want to see your wife fuck six or seven actors at once, Harry? Would that be hot, or what! Oh, God, I'm going to come soon! How do you want it, bitch, in your cunt, your mouth or all over your face and hair? Do you want my baby? Do you want to swallow my cum? Tell me!" I found myself waiting for her decision with baited breath. This might be interesting.

"Come in my mouth!" she yelled. Dear God, she never let me do that! This was a night of firsts, and I wasn't the one taking her cherry on any of them! I was still confused and hurt, but it was congealing into anger now. I was already thinking about how to get even with this bitch. I didn't really blame Brian, if I had some guy practically offer his beautiful wife on a plate, I'd fuck the shit out of her, too. Brian was just human. My wife, on the other hand, was surprising me over and over. I had no idea she had this in her or where it came from. She was a stranger to me, a street hooker that somehow got in my house.

Brian pumped her slowly and deliberately for a few strokes. I could see his balls swelling. It was going to be a big load. Suddenly, he pulled out of her cunt and popped up to his knees. Grabbing the back of her head he pulled her up to his cock and she took the slimy shaft right down her throat. Once again he was throat fucking Jeanine with his mutant dick. In two or three pumps his head tilted back and he started to cum, hard! 

"Ohhhh," he moaned. "I'm cumming, baby, swallow it! Swallow every fucking drop!"

She was gagging on his cock. It was clear that she couldn't handle both the huge shaft and his pulsing squirts of cum at the same time. But he wasn't giving her any breaks. He had a hold of her ears and was ramming her face into his cock as he spewed into her. Spunk was squirting out of the sides of her mouth and a little was even trickling out of her nostrils! He finally pulled out of her slackened mouth and squeezed a few more squirts all over her face and hair. She was a mess, a fucking bukkake mess of gooey sperm all over. She lay back down, panting, and licked her fingers, which were coated with strings of cum. She looked as if she had just survived a gang bang with a basketball team.

"Fuck me again, Brian. I want more...that was the best fuck of my life and I'm not ready to stop!" I was stunned. She wanted more? She was half fucked to death as is! What a fucking whore!

"Was it good, baby?" he coaxed. "Does Harry fuck you like that?"

"Harry can't fuck me like that!" she snarled. "Harry doesn't stretch my pussy and fuck me until I can feel cock in my stomach! Harry is just Harry!" She just couldn't shut up and stop humiliating me. The embarrassment was the worst part of all of this. I don't why I was standing for it.

"I'll fuck you again, babe, but you have to give me some time to recover. And Harry might need some time, too. He looks like he's really into this! Or, you can help me along," he said mysteriously.

"What do I need to do?" she asked. "Anything! Just fuck me again! I need your cock fucking me hard!" She was already stretching the rules of the whole wild card game. The concept was one fuck outside of marriage. Now she was into it for a hell of a lot more than one semi-innocent fuck. She'd had her pussy eaten, given a tremendous deep throating blow job, fingered his ass and sucked her dirty finger, gotten fucked, ate his cum and was bukkaked, and she still wanted more. That's on top of the fact that this bitch who doesn't smoke and won't even take aspirin for a headache was snorting Ketamine like it was Afrin! This was way outside of the rules for this damn game!

Brian got up on his knees on the couch with his elbows resting on the back and his ass in Jeanine's face. "Give me a rusty trombone, baby. It's the only way I'm going to get hard again without a decent rest. Lick my asshole and fuck it with your tongue while you jack me off!"

I couldn't believe my ears and I was sure that Jeanine would call an end to it on that note. But instead, she buried her face in his ass, tongue deep into his rectum and hands working his balls and shaft. She was licking, sucking and reaming his ass like it was made of candy! Sure enough, his pecker was quickly hardening. I suppose mine would as well, but the truth was that my dick had been hard this entire time and I'd had no relief.

The look on his face was precious. He had a comic "O" face that only a guy getting a rusty trombone could have. It would be funny if it wasn't my wife that was jamming her tongue deep into his asshole! How could I ever kiss this slut again, knowing how her tongue had been cleaning Brian's asshole and polishing his sack!

He was practically purring now, mouth slack and almost drooling as she continued to rim and ream him expertly. How did she get so good at this when we never did it? Is she a born slut, or have I been blind all this time? What was really sad about the whole thing was that my disloyal pecker was rock hard at the sight of my wife tossing another man's salad in front of me. I couldn't stop myself, and soon I had my penis sticking out of my pants, pumping it furiously as Jeanine slurped on Brian's balls and asshole.

He was sporting a full erection now, and it was impressive. Most women would run for the bathroom to lock themselves inside at the sight of such a huge dick, but Jeanine looked like a junkie who needed a fix and only his dick would satisfy. 

Her face finally popped out of his ass crack. I'm sure it was a trick of light or just my imagination, but I swear the tip of her tongue was shit-brown! Apparently she had come up for air only to humiliate me some more.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass, Brian," she said. "But I need to stretch it out first before I can handle your cock." She led him by the dick to our bedroom, and I shuffled along behind them, pants around my ankles and dick in hand. I had to know what she was up to. I had ass fucked her before, but she really wasn't into it. Most women aren't, of course, they just do it to please you. Married men seldom get anal because wives don't feel like they have to please their husbands anymore. Once you tie the knot, kiss your kinky sex goodbye! But obviously it doesn't apply to new lovers who are cuckolding you with your cheating slut of a wife in your own bedroom! For him, she begs to be ass fucked!

She opened her dresser and pulled out a large butt-plug. Here was another little toy I had never seen before. The bitch had planned this night out in detail. She slathered the butt-plug with K-Y and Brian lubed up her asshole with his fingers. Slowly, he helped her shove the plug deep into her ass. It wasn't nearly as big as his freakish dick, but it was probably eight inches long and quite thick at the widest part, before tapering down to the handle. As the butt-plug seated firmly into her ass, she flipped a switch and I could hear the damn thing vibrating!

"Fuck my pussy first, and the butt-plug will make me even tighter and it'll tickle us both," the horny bitch babbled.

He needed no convincing. They were both standing up and holding an embrace as his hands probed her clit and they sucked each other's tongues again. I was amazed he didn't make her eat a mint first, but I suppose he was getting the craziest sex of his life right now, so he wasn't too picky about the little stuff. He placed his hands under her knees and lifted her off the ground like an ice dancer, dropping her down onto his totem pole. The Ketamine had neutralized any pain receptors that might have stopped her, for she didn't scream or wince as he jammed her down onto his cock. Surely, he must have been tearing up her insides, but her face held nothing but lust and depravity. He fucked her standing up for several minutes, an expression of bliss on his face.

"Oh, God! I can feel the butt-plug in your ass! It's vibrating right through the walls of your pussy! You feel so tight and wet, I'm going to cum again!"

"Not yet," she squealed. "Keep fucking me! Don't cum! I want you in my ass! I want you to cum in my ass!"

It really was a spectacular sight. If I was watching a porno, I'd be thrilled, but watching my wife with a huge plug in her ass, impaled on a stranger's monster-sized dick was hard to take. He was facing me and holding her in the air in front of him. His strength was amazing! Her legs were pulled up, knees almost to her tits, so I had a clear shot of his dick sawing in and out of her pussy. My hand was moving like a humming bird's wing now, and my balls were full to the brim. I was holding on for dear life, as I didn't want to cum while watching my wife get satisfied by another man. That would be humiliating. It would make me a weak and pathetic cuckold. And yet I couldn't stop jacking off!

"Now," she yelled in a guttural voice, "put me on the bed and fuck me in the ass!"

He walked her over to the bed, lifted her off his dick and set her down. She rolled over onto her back. The cunt wanted to look into his eyes as he brutalized her ass! He reached down and slowly pulled the butt-plug out. He casually flipped it over his shoulder, and it sailed across the room and hit me in the face like a wet mackerel. It smelled of ass with a subtle tinge of plastic, but it was actually clean and had no visible feces on it. I knew it! She had planned this campaign down to the last detail like a whorish Field Marshall. Obviously, she had douched her pussy and given herself an enema. She was clean inside and out, for her dream fuck!

Like some kind of stupid fucking idiot, I reached down and turned off the vibrator in the butt-plug. Here I was, watching a guy with a solid foot of dick as big around as my forearm about to ram it into my wife's tender rectum and then fill her bowels with his nasty splooge. And all I could think of was not wasting batteries! In about two seconds, he was going to either kill her or make her incontinent for life! Was I going to be sleeping with a bitch wearing Depends for the rest of my life? Oh, Jesus, why didn't I have the strength to stop this! 




My Wife Plays the Wild Card



He picked up the K-Y and squeezed it like it was a ketchup bottle, hosing her asshole with lubricant until it was like a tiny swimming pool. He hosed more of the K-Y onto his massive dick and stroked it a few times to get it spread around evenly. And then he guided it to the little brown o-ring of Jeanine's ass, pushing it gently but with persistence. Her asshole gave little resistance, suddenly popping open and swallowing the purple head of his man meat. He fed in his python, inch by inch as she squealed in delight.

"Oh, Ah!" he groaned. Sweat beaded up on his forehead as he brutally pushed his greasy cock deep into my wife's bowels, forever changing her internal workings and damaging her without remorse. I'm sure that without the Ketamine she would be screaming bloody murder! I could see her sphincter sucking onto his shaft like there was a vacuum inside her, puckering with the outstroke like she was turning inside-out, and then disappearing as he rammed it back inside with the down stroke.

She was in a fever, foam coming from her lips and odd mutterings from her mouth. I couldn't understand a word, if she was in fact trying to speak. Her face was still covered with dry cum from the sperm bath he'd given her earlier, and her entire body was shivering from exhaustion or maybe from the damage Brian was wreaking on her innards.

Her legs were raised high in the air to facilitate maximum penetration, and he was sucking on the toes of her right foot. With his free hand, he was rubbing her clit with his thumb and had three fingers deep in her pussy. She was shaking like a leaf, and his balls were tightening into a solid coconut filled with potent sperm. I knew he was about to drop his load.

As he neared his orgasm, his head reared back and he roared like a lion. Simultaneously, Jeanine was cumming like a faucet, while getting ass-rammed of all things! She moaned loudly and he bellowed as he blew jet after jet of spunk into her colon. Then he pulled out his sodden cock and blasted another stream of thick, white sperm all over her face and neck! The son of a bitch! He had bukkaked her again and even left a nice pearl necklace all over her!

I had been successfully holding back from cumming myself, as that would be the final humiliation of the evening for me. But then Jeanine did something I never suspected she was capable of doing. She reached up for Brian's slowly softening member, and pulled it to her already parted lips. She sucked his filthy dick, straight from her ass without as much as a wipe!

That was all I could handle. I exploded and jets of cum sprayed out of my dick like the fountains at the Bellagio in Las Vegas! I didn't do it on purpose, but I splashed cum all over Jeanine's hair and back as she was kneeling in front of Brian, suckling his wrung-out cock and squeezing the last few drops out of his balls and into her throat. Some of the oversplash dotted Brian's stomach as well. At least I had marked the bastard, if nothing else.

I felt completely defeated and utterly castrated. I felt devoid of manhood. I just turned and walked away. As I reached the door, I looked over my shoulder to see Jeanine's mouth engulfing Brian's balls as her fingers worked his asshole. She wasn't done yet, despite the fact that she looked as if she had been raped with a baseball bat and forced to star in a Japanese Bukkake flick. 

I simply said, "You can have your privacy now." And then I walked out into the hall and made my way to the guest bedroom. She was no longer mine, I realized. Now, I had to deal with that. What was I going to do? Serve her with divorce papers? Pretend it didn't happen and try to act normal? Allow her to fuck anyone she wanted while jacking myself off in the corner? Or maybe kill them both and then stick the gun in my mouth and end it all. I honestly didn't know.

I kicked my pants off from around my ankles and pulled off my shirt. I lay on the bed and tried to think. It was impossible to have coherent thoughts, as I could hear Jeanine and Brian fucking like a couple of randy monkeys in the next room. My own dick was limp now and leaking seminal fluid all over my belly. I didn't even bother to wipe it off. They went at it for a couple of hours before the noise abated. Finally, they had fucked themselves out!

A few minutes later, Jeanine walked into the guest bedroom. She looked even worse now, in the dim light of the room. She was covered in cum and her pussy lips were distorted and hanging down like mud flaps. Her labia were twice as big as the last time I'd fucked her, probably from the stretching he gave her on each outstroke. I had not expected to see her anytime soon. In fact, I was too surprised to say anything. Had she fulfilled her fantasy and come back to the man she really loved? Was she here to beg my forgiveness?

Without a word, she climbed onto the bed and straddled my nude body in 69 position. I looked up and was fascinated by the ruin of her sphincter. Imagine stretching a thick rubber band over a two pound bag of coffee, and then leaving it in the freezer overnight. The next day, you remove the rubber band. It tries to contract, but the rubber is so cold, it just withers and curls, but does not shrink much. That's what her asshole looked like right then. I could see so far into her colon, that if I had a flashlight, I might see what she had for dinner.

She leaned down and began sucking on my dick, like she meant it. I couldn't help myself, I responded with a moan and my dick started swelling up with blood. She kept her hips in the air, ruined asshole and pussy right above my face. I hoped like hell that the damage was not permanent and they would shrink back down! She was bobbing her head up and down now, taking my fully erect dick into her throat, bottoming out on my pubic bone! Was this her way of apologizing to me? Was it her way of showing me her love? Was she thanking me for allowing her to live out her fantasy with her wild card?

Many thoughts like that ran through my mind as she delivered the best mouth-fuck she'd ever given me, when suddenly, her hips dropped like a sack of cement. Her pussy slammed onto my face, covering my nose and mouth. The jar of slamming down on my face loosened up something, and gushers of gooey sperm poured into my mouth and all over my face! The fucking bitch had come into the room only to tease and torment me! She wanted me to clean her nasty pussy of her lover's cum! I knew now that I hated her. Pitied her, for she was now a slattern and a whore, but hated her even more. But even as I squirmed beneath her, twisting to get my mouth free to catch a breath, she was working me to another orgasm. I came down her bitch throat with a blast that emptied my balls. She climbed off of me and disappeared as quickly as she had arrived. In minutes, I heard her moaning as Brian fucked her yet again.

It went on all night and into the next morning, before he showered up and left. Neither of them slept a wink, they just fucked like minks all night. I slept a bitter sleep. In the morning I couldn't face her and simply grabbed some clothes and left. I showered at the gym and went to work.

The next several days were pure hell as we avoided speaking to each other and lived in separate rooms. She finally came unglued and went on a tirade.

"I'm sick of this shit, Harry!" she yelled. You agreed to the wild card just the same as I did! I fully expected you to be happy for me and to be enough of an adult to accept that my fantasy was coming true! I thought it would bring us closer together and add excitement to our sex life! Can't you see how this recharged me, and how much I want to have sex with you now? Instead, you act like a fucking baby and mope around the house avoiding me!

"You can't put aside your jealousy. You're jealous that I got to live out my dream. You're jealous because Brian has a bigger dick and knows how to use it! You're jealous because he fucked me better than you ever will be able to! Yet here I am, trying to save my marriage to you while you fucking act insulted and holier than thou!"

"This is bullshit," I retorted. "The whole wild card thing was bullshit to begin with, but even if you assume it was something other than a joke, you broke every rule there is; the rule is one fuck outside of marriage – you fucked him at least six times and twice in the ass! Your ass and pussy are so stretched out that they're ruined for me! If I tried to fuck you my dong would hang in space like the clapper inside the Liberty Bell! Hell, that's just for starters! You let him bukkake you! You begged him to fuck your ass! I can't count how many times you sucked his dick! You must have swallowed a gallon of cum! You ate his fucking ass, for crying out loud! You did things for your new boy toy that you would never do for me! I watched you lick and suck his asshole like it was glazed with sugar, you whore, and you did it all in my face! You can't turn into a fucking whore and then tell me it was for my own good! How does this brutal humiliation improve our sex life?"

She began crying and ran from the room. An hour later, she left without a word. When she came back, it was obvious that she had gone to fuck her new boyfriend again. Either that, or had pulled a train with a college frat house. Things went on like that for a few more days, as I talked to lawyers and thought about divorce and how it would eat into my finances and property. I could not afford to start over again, but the state has a way of favoring women over men, even salad-tossing, drug-addled, cum slut, adulterous cheating women. She wasn't about to leave either, as that would be abandonment, and then I'd have a case.

Then, an idea occurred to me. We were sort of speaking; at least, we weren't screaming accusations anymore. So I announced that I had changed my wild card. It was no longer Jessica Alba. Now, it was Beth Majorski, a sweet-faced woman who worked with me. Beth was younger than Jeanine and I, only 23 years old but possessed of a keen intellect and a smoking hot body. Beth was the daughter of two college professors from Poland, and she was blonde and curvaceous along with being very smart, very nice and personable. I had always gotten along exceptionally well with Beth, and she flirted with me all of the time. I knew that Beth did not have a boyfriend, though many tried. She was looking for a mature man who could hold his own with her career and outside interests. In short, she was looking for me.

Upon hearing the news, Jeanine seemed less than happy. Obviously, it shouldn't have upset her, since she was now having a raging affair with Brian that was crippling her body both from the abuse of sex-enhancing drugs and from the physical thrashing she was receiving from his oversized horse-dick.

"How dare you accuse me of abusing the wild card rule," she said with a frozen voice, "when you are standing there telling me you're picking some ordinary person you work with. It's supposed to be a once in a lifetime fantasy, not a cheap affair! I picked a TV star, not someone from work, you bastard!"

"Actually, you picked a relative nobody that you happen to also work with," I responded. "I fail to see the difference. Since you indulged yourself by choosing someone that you could easily lure to bed instead of a total fantasy figure, I don't see why I can't do the same. I see how happy you are to have all of this killer sex, while I'm as celibate as a fucking monk, so why shouldn't I try to put myself in your shoes and understand how you feel? Maybe if I eat Beth's asshole like a bowl of ice cream, I'll be recharged and want sex with you."

"Go ahead," she smirked. "If it makes you feel like more of a man to get even with me, than do what you have to do. This whole thing is on you, not me! I would have treated you entirely differently if you had been the one to first get to use your wild card! If you can't respect our marriage, then do what you have to do. But don't expect me to walk away with nothing. If you leave, I'm entitled to half of everything we own, this house, half of your stock options, 401k and bonuses, spousal support and future considerations if you should improve your wealth."

"I'm not leaving you," I said. "That would make you too happy. You could take my house and fuck Brian every night while I continue to sweat my ass off to pay for it. Nope, don't need that in my life. Beth is a wonderful person who is self-sufficient and doesn't need a man for comfort or financial support. She needs someone who is compatible with her and who will allow her to live her own life while being available for friendship and sex. I think she'll be interested in a guy like me. Anyway, I'm having coffee with her tomorrow, and I'll find out." Jeanine stomped out of the room, grabbed her keys and zipped off to get her ass torn up by Brian while snorting Ketamine or Coke until she felt no pain or guilt.

My coffee talk with Beth the next day went so well that I was happy for the first time since the entire wild card incident. I simply told the truth about the state of my marriage and what Jeanine had done, and Beth was not only empathetic, she took me to the hotel next to the Starbucks and threw me a pity fuck! Oh, it was glorious! I made sure that her needs were filled – several times. It was good enough to make her want more. I've been seeing her ever since. She's a real friend, a great lover and someone I can stay with forever. She's what I thought Jeanine was, but Jeanine fooled me.

That was my happy ending, more or less. Beth and I continued our affair happily. It even helped us at work, as no one knew that we were sleeping together, yet we operated as a team. We could fully trust at least one person in the company; each other! We did great!

I'm sort of sad to report that things did not go quite as well for Jeanine. I didn't wish bad things on her, but she was asking for it. She continued to see Brian for some time, but it was destroying her health. She finally went to her doctor, who told her she had to stop taking the drugs. But without the drugs, fucking Brian the hose monster was too painful. She certainly couldn't do anal, and that's all that the dirty bastard wanted. The doctor found a lot of tissue damage in her ass so that was a sore point for their affair, pun intended.

It also turned out that Brian was bisexual and not very monogamous. He gave Jeanine a nasty does of the clap that he had picked up from a gay partner he met at some club. A couple of times, the bitch actually had the nerve to come to my room and try to seduce me. She wasn't getting any from Brian until they both cleared up the clap, but I guess she felt there was no moral wrongdoing in satisfying her urges while giving me the clap! I turned her down flat!

Eventually, they found that Jeanine was pregnant. She tried to say it was mine, but I held firm. I told her I'd have a DNA test, and when it proved to be Brian's, I would kick her to the curb with no child support. Having another man's baby was where the line was drawn even in court. Hell, the baby probably would have been born fucked up from Jeanine's bout with drugs and the clap. She went to Brian and he blew her off. No babies in his future. She wound up having an abortion, which went poorly. Now, she is sterile, unable to have a baby at all. I used a private detective to get the doctor's report of the abortion and went to court to get the fetus tested for DNA. It was enough to get me a divorce without losing my ass! I kept damn near everything!

I had myself tested several times, since the bitch dumped her lover's cum all over me, but I was given a clean bill of health. Thank God I never gave in and fucked her. The truth is, she disgusted me now. Before, she was so beautiful and desirable that I'd been blinded. Now I saw the ugliness that lay beneath her beautiful exterior. I had no problem turning it away.

The stupid bitch is using Ketamine again, and worse. She's still fucking Brian's brains out, but it's causing all sorts of health issues for her. For one thing, he still trolls the gay bars and picks up dudes who should be in the Village People. That's fine if you're safe about it, but Brian went bareback or nothing. Jeanine is aware of what she threw away to get to where she is now. I did agree to pay Jeanine a small stipend for spousal support, though I could have easily avoided it.

Beth supports me in what I'm doing. She thinks it's really very noble that I throw Jeanine a bone, financially. That's why I'm doing it, really, to impress Beth. I think that when the smoke clears, we'll be settling down together. And I guarantee you; if we get married there will be no wild cards!

End