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Neighborhood Wives: Maddie

By: KickSaveAndABeauty



This is the story of Jay and Maddie; the first in a series of intertwined stories about the sexual trials and tribulations of several couples living in a typical American neighborhood. The story is told through Jay's eyes and is based on equal parts fact and fiction. 

A little about Jay and Maddie as seen through the eyes of a good friend and neighbor:

Jay's an average guy living the American dream; a pretty wife, a house in the 'burbs, 2 young kids, and a small business that pays the bills and allows them to live comfortably. He's decent looking, no movie star, but not too hard on the eyes. Average build, average height etc. He's the neighbor you call when your lawnmower won't start or the guy you call when you need a fourth to round out your 11:30 tee time. His friends (and there are many) would say he's conservative, something of a smart-ass, but dependable and friendly. 

You already know Jay's wife Maddie. She's the mom at Cub Scouts/soccer practice/after-school activities that all the dads flirt with, the woman dancing with her friends at the club that catches your eye for some reason. She's sexy - even in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and there's something about her you just can't help but like. She's got long wavy hair, long lean legs, gorgeous breasts with nipples that poke through all but the heaviest of sweaters, a killer smile, and eyes that sparkle and seem to suggest that anything is possible. She's quick-witted, sassy, and spontaneous; a combination that stole Jay's heart. She's the woman at work talking football with the guys; at least until she leaves when they whisper amongst themselves about what they'd like to do to her if they ever got her alone. She's the mom you take a second look at when you're shopping and think she's probably incredible in bed – and you'd be right. She dresses conservatively, but sexily, and accidentally catching a flash of tiny black panties or a glimpse down her top at a pierced nipple isn't all that rare. She's the girl-next-door all grown up and filled out in all the right places. 

She's 100% percent faithful, or she was anyways. 

Maybe she still is. 

And that's where Jay's story begins.

***** Jay's Story *****

Like any couple that has been successfully married for awhile (10 years for us), my wife and I have figured out what turns each other on and have worked hard to keep sex fun and spontaneous. The bottom drawer of the dresser in the back closet is filled with toys; a selection of vibrators and dildos for Maddie when I'm traveling, blindfolds, cuffs, and miscellaneous outfits for when we're home together. Maddie loves sex. I guess that comes from being "orgasm prone" as she laughingly calls it. She can cum from having her nipples licked, she absolutely adores oral sex (giving and receiving) and isn't opposed to taking it in the ass on occasion – although she'll never ask for it directly, simply hinting with body language and coy looks as to what she wants. She admitted once that she likes to watch herself masturbate using a large mirror hanging on a wall near the closet; saying that she likes to watch herself cum. 

I told her jokingly after one particularly hot sex session that she should give up her amateur status and turn pro. She laughed and asked me why. I explained that she could make any man feel like a stud with all her moaning and panting, and the way she thrashes through multiple orgasms when she gets it hard and fast. She just laughed and told me she had no interest in other men, but that she was going to start charging me for sex. She almost made it out of bed before I caught her, and she screamed and kicked as I tickled her mercilessly. Watching her body squirm as my tickling fingers found her vulnerable spots soon had my cock hard again and with a little sneaky maneuvering I was able to line up and bury my length in her sweet pussy in one quick thrust. The response was immediate. The legs came up and wrapped around my back (my favorite), the head was thrown back, and the fucking began anew. This was not the sweet-love-making type of sex, but rather the hard and raw version. As I stroked my cock into her I began to tease her. 

"I bet you'd like some strange guy to fuck you wouldn't you?" 

"No", she moaned. 

"I bet you'd like a really big cock to play with some night, right?" 

"No, I like yours." 

I continued. "What about two guys?" 

"Nope" 

We were nearing the finish and still I pressed. 

"Another woman?" 

"No." 

This time a little more annoyed as she was getting closer. I picked up the pace and asked her 

"Well? What do you want?" 

The response was quick and to the point. 

"I want you to shut up, bury your cock in me, and fill me with your hot cum." 

I obliged and we came together, her nails raking my back, my cock deep within her convulsing pussy.

And here is where the mystery began for me; for all her flirting and outright teasing, for all her moaning and groaning, for all her thrashing and panting, Maddie was incredibly elusive when it came to talking about her fantasies. She'd have no problem telling you after a few drinks, if you asked, that she loves to swallow; it wouldn't even faze her a bit. She'd probably even enjoy watching you squirm in your seat with the revelation. She'd show you her breasts at the Mardi Gras party or a flash of her tiny panties hidden beneath her short skirt if you flashed a few beads her way. But try and get her to tell you her hidden desires, her dark fantasies? Forget it – because I've asked her – and not just once. She'd change the subject or say that she really didn't have any. 

I'd even tried asking her right at the peak of her orgasm, my tongue lazily circling her clit and doing just enough to keep her on the edge without letting her cum. But she still didn't divulge any of her secrets, cleverly deflecting the answer, and instead bore down, pushing herself over the edge and coating my face with her sweet nectar despite my best efforts to keep her from getting there. I'd tried bribing her cousin on one of their girls-night-out get-togethers to find out for me, but to no avail. 


You may ask yourself why I was so obsessed with figuring out her hidden fantasies; after all they are supposed to be her secret right? The reason was two-fold; one I was simply curious as to what she was hiding and two, I was secretly hoping that it was something that I could give to her. Some experience that I could provide for her; my way of thanking her for being such an incredible wife and mom. There are very few things that I could deny my wife if she asked for them openly and honestly. I had almost given up hope when things slowly began to change in my favor. Looking back now, I can pinpoint where and when it started. 

I was on my way back from a late summer jog when I noticed the moving van pulled into the driveway up the street. I slowed as I went by and noticed a couple around our age unloading boxes in the late afternoon heat of an early summer scorcher. They looked beat. I walked up the driveway, introduced myself, and asked if I could help. They introduced themselves as Dan and Jacqui and told me that they didn't want to impose. When I explained I was already sweaty from running, and that I had no immediate plans, they relented and thanked me – but got me to promise that dinner was on them. Dan is probably 6'-2" or 6'-3"; tall and lanky with close-cut blonde hair, blue eyes and a friendly smile. Oh, he's also a sarcastic son-of-a-bitch and I could tell from the very beginning that we were going to be good friends. Jacqui was his polar opposite. Short, with dark kinky hair, gleaming green eyes, and a mischievous smile. She looked like the kind of girl your mom was always worried that you'd bring home. Of course it didn't hurt her image that she was wearing a sweaty white t-shirt that showed off what looked like an incredible pair of tits and a pair of tight cut-offs. I tried to avert my eyes from her chest before she caught me looking, but failed; much to her amusement. 

I saw Maddie drive past a few minutes later, on her way home from shopping, and managed to flag her down. Introductions were made and she promised to return in a few minutes to help. I watched her climb back in the car, her long legs showing sexily from beneath her short dress. I noticed that I wasn't the only one watching her. She returned a half-hour later carrying a small cooler of cold beer and bottled water. The next few hours were spent carrying boxes from the truck with Dan; Jacqui calling out directions from her perch on a barstool in the kitchen next to Maddie. Over pizza and cold beer later that night we exchanged life stories and discovered we had a lot in common.

Over the next few months we became great friends, but with a little bit of friction between Jacqui and I. She thought I was a bit conservative and controlling. I thought she was a bit wild and irresponsible. I liked her, liked her a lot even, but I just didn't trust her. She was also a tease; flashing me a quick look down her shirt, or up her skirt, when nobody else was looking, then laughing at my discomfort. One night we were sitting in their hot tub after a long day landscaping when she took it a step further. Maddie had gone to the bathroom, and Dan was in getting us another round of drinks, when Jacqui stood up across from me, smiled, and then deliberately pulled her bikini bottoms to the side. She gave me a nice long look at her completely shaven pussy before she quickly sat back down as Maddie reappeared from the house. The look of shock/awe on my face delighted her and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. 

Later that night as we were getting ready to leave, Jacqui pulled me aside and whispered in my ear that I shouldn't be so naïve and that earlier she had seen Maddie and Dan with busy hands beneath the surface of the water. 

The thought of Maddie stroking another man's cock while I was sitting unaware next to her, and the thought of Dan with his fingers in my wife's pussy, made me somewhat angry, but strangely aroused. We didn't talk much on the short walk home. Within a minute of getting inside the door, Maddie had her bikini top off, my shorts down, and was rapidly stroking my cock. I came quickly all over her beautiful tits; my cum running down her neck and chest until she scooped it up with her fingers and licked them clean. When I asked what had brought that on she just smiled and told me that she liked how a hard cock felt in her hand. Alarm bells were going off in my head but I managed to keep my mouth shut.

Later that week the girls were out shopping so Dan and I hit the golf course. 18 holes and $50 in lost bets later (damn that guy can hit a golf ball) we were back in the clubhouse having a drink. The idle conversation eventually turned to sex and Dan and I swapped stories for a few minutes before he smiled at me and said "I saw Jacqui flash you her pussy the other night." 

I didn't say anything at first, just meeting his gaze. "First, I guess I should have told you. Second, I did nothing to provoke her into showing me, and third, it's not like you're Mr. Innocent either." 

He laughed and told me to relax and that he wasn't mad at all, far from it even. "But what's this about me not being innocent?" 

I took a sip of my beer and told him. "Jacqui told me you and Maddie were getting to know each other in the hot tub the other night." 

He almost spit his beer as he laughed loudly. "Damn, she's really turning up the heat on you! Jay, listen. I like you. We're friends and I would never do ANYTHING to jeopardize that. I never touched your wife – not that I wouldn't if you didn't mind." With this he laughed and continued. "Jacqui told me the other night that she really likes you and enjoys making you squirm, and that she was going to go out of her way to get inside your head. It looks like she's already started." 

I frowned and asked him why. He went on to explain that Jacqui was a bit "uninhibited" and that she thrived on exposing the inhibitions of others – especially those of her male friends. He said he thought it was some sort of power trip for her; her trying to turn the tables on a male-dominated society. We sat there for a few minutes in silence before he continued. 

"I understand your confusion, hell it took me 4 years of being married to her before I finally understood it myself. If you really want to fight back just ignore her, or don't let her know you're uncomfortable. She'll probably up the ante for awhile but then eventually she'll just give up and accept you for who you are." 

I nodded and asked how long he thought it would take. His answer left me laughing. "Hmmm, well it's been four years for me so far with no end in sight…."

The next several months saw the four of us spending more and more time together; long boat rides on the local lakes, dinner and a movie most Saturday nights, with lots of shopping for the girls and golf for the guys. Like Dan had warned, Jacqui kept trying to get inside my comfort zone wherever possible; "accidentally" losing her top when we were boating up the river with people all around us and then yanking off Maddie's bikini when we were alongside a boat of college kids. 

She also "mistakenly" loaned me a tape of herself masturbating with a long black dildo; the shiny surface coated in cream as she plunged it repeatedly into her wet pussy, all the while staring straight at the camera and licking her lips. I jacked off twice that night, replaying the scene where she pulled the dildo from her sodden pussy and licked it clean with her tongue; moaning about how good her pussy tasted and how much she liked black cock. She even tried to pull my penis out under the table at the restaurant and in a dark movie theatre; both times thwarted at the last minute by me moving her hand away. I kept Dan in the loop and Maddie just thought it was hilarious; apparently Jacqui had confided in her at some point.

Eventually Jacqui got tired of the game, or so I thought at the time. Her frequent attempts at making me uncomfortable hadn't worked for the most part and I felt like I was starting to win this little game. 

I was wrong. 

Thursday nights had turned into girls-night-out, with Maddie, Jacqui and a few friends hitting the downtown clubs on a regular basis. This wasn't a jeans and a t-shirt get-together, but rather a weekly parade of new sexy skirts, heels, and tops. All that summer shopping had paid off in a new and sexy wardrobe for Maddie and I often found myself proud of how good she looked; but wondering if I needed a second job. The girls would take turns being the designated driver and I trusted Maddie completely when she was out; I knew she would never do anything to hurt our marriage. Besides, the sex was fantastic when she got home. 

It was usually well after midnight when she returned, half-drunk and always horny. I would lie in bed with her and she would tell me all about her night; the people she danced with and the crazy things that Jacqui had done in her past. All the while she would be sucking and licking my cock; nibbling on the underside and driving me crazy with lust. When she felt I was about to cum she'd back off and start again. Eventually she'd climb onto the bed, not bothering to take off her shoes or her clothes, lift her skirt up, pull her tiny little panties to the side, kneel over my cock and impale herself in one quick motion. Within a few strokes her top would be off or open and she'd be pinching and twisting her nipples, grinding herself to the first of her orgasms. I'd lie there and let her control the action, her gorgeous tits bouncing in rhythm as she worked herself up and down my stiff prick. When she was ready for her final big orgasm of the night, she'd pick up speed then impale herself deeply on my cock and grind her pussy down onto me, causing me to shoot a load of cum deep within her and sending her over the edge. Some nights she would face away from me, her feet underneath her so she could squat over the top of me as she rode. This provided me with an incredible view of her stretched wet pussy and tight pink little asshole and she knew it. Without fail, each time she would reach behind herself and rub her little rosebud with a slick middle finger, circling the entrance but never slipping a finger inside. It wouldn't take long after that before I was filling her again.

After a few weeks, each time we made love after her night out would bring a new trick. One night it was a finger in my ass as she rode my cock, one night the digital camera just happened to be under the bed and she had me take pictures of her licking and riding my cock. Another night she had me tied and blindfolded when I awoke and she masturbated while lying next to me. All I could do was listen to her squeals and moans, the soft wet sounds of her pussy getting filled, and the changing pitch of her vibrator at she worked it into and out of her pussy. When she finished, she left me tied and blindfolded and jacked me off with a pair of silk gloves, never saying a word as my cock unloaded long streams of white cum all over her gloves.

I quickly figured out that she was getting all her new ideas from Jacqui, but had no intention of putting a stop to it. I was enjoying the new direction our sex life was taking and Maddie was slowly beginning to open up her private fantasies to me. Over the course of several Thursdays I learned that she liked to have sex outside and that sex on a train would be "hot". I sensed, or rather hoped, that her deeper fantasies might actually come to the surface sometime soon. 

This time I was right.

I can remember sleepily looking at the clock when the phone rang late one Thursday night; 12:23 a.m. It was Dan. 

"Jay I need some help. Jacqui just called and they're too drunk to drive home. Cindy is with them too but there's only three. I just got back from poker and there's no way I can drive down and get them. I could lose my job if I'm caught drinking and driving. Can you go? I told them 2:00 a.m. outside of Johnny D's." 

I mumbled something about him owing me big-time and had him come up the street to watch the kids while I went down to get them. Johnny D's is a wild dance club downtown near the freeway; filled with people of all ages and lifestyles each night of the week. The rumor has always been that if you need something that Johnny's is one-stop shopping.

I was surprised that Cindy was with them. She's pretty, but quiet and a little shy. She's a kindergarten teacher at one of the schools in town and was conservative to the point of making me look wild. I had known her for quite some time and we often had them over to the house. Their kids are similar in ages to our kids and they often played together in the neighborhood park. Her husband Mike often complained that she never let herself go and had fun. Privately he admitted to me a few years ago that she was a lights-out, under-the-covers sex, kind of girl. She was shorter than Maddie and I could only guess at her body; loose clothes had always hidden her small frame.

I made better time than I thought and ended up outside of Johnny's about 30 minutes early. I decided to park in the lot and go in as there is nowhere to park on the street. When I walked in I was assaulted by the music, the flashing lights and swirling fog, and the unmistakable scent of marijuana. It took me longer than I thought to find the first of the trio. I spotted Cindy dancing off to one side, her arms wrapped tightly around her partner, bumping and grinding to the funky beat through the fog. When they spun around and the fog cleared I was surprised to see her plant a hot wet kiss on her dance partner, even more so when I realized that her dance partner was another woman. 

I smirked and thought "Wait until I tell Mike that his wife is into women"; knowing full well that I would never have the heart to tell him. 


Neighborhood Wives: Maddie



When the song ended they began to make their way hand-in-hand towards the bar (and me) when Cindy spotted me. I waved and she visibly blanched, dropping her hand as her partner faded back onto the foggy dance floor. I pretended not to notice anything and we made small talk for a few minutes while I kept my eyes open for Maddie and Jacqui. Cindy was pretty drunk. Her lipstick was smeared on her pretty face and her hair was messed up. She was dressed sexily, much more so that I had ever thought possible. A pair of skin-tight black leather pants and a transparent blouse over a tiny little black push-up bra had me stealing more than a few looks at her as we talked. I asked where my wife was and she nodded toward one of the back corners. 

"Last time I saw her she was dancing near the back bar." 

I told her to meet me outside the club at bar time if I didn't come and find her sooner and to find Maddie and Jacqui and tell them the same. She agreed and disappeared back onto the dance floor. I watched her go, my eyes watching her cute little butt shake in the tight leather pants. 

I made my way along the edge of the crowd towards the back bar; trying to find my wife and let her know I was picking them up. I finally spotted her off to one side of the dance floor, dancing in a large group of people. She was pressed between two guys that must have been in their late twenties; pinning her in place as they moved and danced as one. I could see from her face that she was enjoying herself tremendously, her eyes were half-closed, her rhythmic movements sexy in the swirling lights of the club. I watched as she danced, her hands above her head, her two partners pressed in close to her body. The lights went out completely and then the strobe lights began to flash slowly through the darkness in time with the beat. The flashes from the lights through the fog were hypnotic; the pattern disguising the movements of their bodies until it seemed they weren't moving at all. I found myself mesmerized by the sight of my wife and these strangers, oblivious to everyone else around them as they shared an intimate moment amongst the throng and chaos of the club.

As I made my way a little closer the strobes went to high-speed and it made it seem like I was watching some surreal scene from an old-time movie.  The quick flashes now gave their bodies a sort of disjointed movement and revealed the nature of their dance. My wife was seductively rubbing her pussy up and down the thigh of the guy in front of her; his leg between hers and pressed up tight against her little black skirt, his hands on her waist. The guy behind her was rubbing his hands on the side of her breasts and down her thighs, his hips pressed up against her ass. As I watched he continued to grind himself into her and she swayed with him and the music; her skirt up in back. I thought for a second that he was inside of her and started to rush forward when a brighter flash from the strobes revealed that he was still completely dressed. I considered my options and decided that short of making a total ass out of myself, and likely starting a brawl, that there was no good way to extricate her from them. 

As I continued to watch I saw Cindy make her way towards Maddie and I melted back into the crowd. Cindy motioned towards the door then pointed to her wedding ring; signaling that I was there somewhere. I saw my wife slowly detach from her partners, pausing to give each guy a quick kiss. She dismissed their immediate protests and followed Cindy towards the bar; scanning the crowd for me. 

"Two down and one to go" I thought and made my way around the back bar while I scanned the crowd for Jacqui. 

I followed the signs down the dimly lit hallway towards the restrooms, determined to take a quick break in my search when I turned the corner and stopped dead in my tracks. 

I had found Jacqui. 

She was pressed up against the wall, held in place by a rough-looking guy in jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black leather vest. I could see scores of tattoos covering his muscular arms and recognized the insignia on the back of his vest from the local biker club. Jacqui was standing on one leg; the other leg wrapped around his thighs and her head was thrown back. He was mauling her exposed neck with his mouth; one hand rubbing her big tits through her tight top while the other hand rubbed her pussy. 

I backed away quickly behind the corner to consider my options. I decided that I wasn't going to interfere unless she got into trouble; it wasn't my place. Besides, the guy was huge and that made the decision at least a little bit easier. I heard her voice a second later. 

"C'mon let's fuck. I've been dying to get that cock of yours in me all night." 

I heard the bathroom door open and close, the slam of a stall door, and then nothing. I waited a moment or two before the curiosity overwhelmed me and I headed towards the bathroom. I decided to walk in like any other customer would and would pretend to be surprised and shocked if they saw me. 

I needn't have worried. 

She was squatting down in the closed stall and all I could see was her heels. She was obviously sucking his cock from the slurping sounds coming from behind the door. He was moaning loudly and urging her on. I pretended to be using the urinal but my cock was so hard there was no way I could have used it. I watched and listened from just a few feet away as things progressed quickly. I saw her hands appear above the door, holding tight onto the top edge, and knew that she was bent over and waiting. The bathroom was soon filled with the sounds of sex, the smack of their bodies audible above the muffled thump of the speakers. I heard her groan. 

"Hurry up and fuck me, my husband is going to be here in a few minutes to pick me up." 

I cringed inwardly, knowing I would have to tell Dan eventually. 

"You like my big hard cock in that tight little cunt of yours. Don't you bitch?" 

Jacqui responded and I almost laughed in spite of myself. It seems her mind games weren't only reserved for her friends. 

"Oh yeah, you know I do. But I've had much bigger cocks than yours." 

That set him off and he slammed into her so hard the stall was creaking with his effort. 

"Bitch" he moaned and a second later the noises stopped entirely. "I bet you'll think differently when I fuck your ass off!" 

She laughed sexily.

"Oooooohhh that would be really naughty, especially if I reached back with my fingers and spread my little married ass for you." 

I saw her hands disappear from the top of the door and knew that's exactly what she was doing. I heard a grunt from both of them, a contented sigh from Jacqui, and then her hands reappeared at the top of the door. I stood there in shock, listening as my buddy's wife got it in the ass from some biker dude in the back bathroom of the club. I heard her demand "Now fuck my little ass hard goddammit and don't stop." 

The smack of their bodies quickly resumed and it wasn't long before he grunted loudly several times and she wailed her way through what must have been a powerful orgasm. I knew it was over and heard the splat of a filled condom as it fell to the floor a few feet away. I listened to the sounds of clothing being rearranged and then heard her laugh and say "Here's something to remember me by". 

I realized I had to get out of there quickly and headed for the door. I made my way through the crowd and out the front door of the club towards my car. The fresh night air helping me regain a little bit of focus as I walked. I had just seen my wife dry humping two guys on the dance floor, her friend Cindy making out with another woman, and Jacqui get nailed in a bathroom by some Neanderthal; all in the span of 15 minutes. No wonder my wife was always horny when she got home. I wondered if this had been going on for a while and decided then and there that I was going to figure out what she hadn't been telling me, and soon. 

It was four or five trips around the block outside the club before they finally appeared together, giggling and laughing as they made their way towards the curb. A few loud honks of the horn and they managed to spot my car as I pulled over. I got out to help them in. Jacqui helped Cindy into the front seat and it was pretty obvious that Cindy was fading fast. As I went to help Jacqui with Cindy, my wife grabbed me and gave me an open-mouthed kiss. I could taste tequila and caught the strong scent of marijuana on her. 

"I want you bad" she moaned quietly, "I need it". 

I was angry though and she sensed it. 

"We had a deal Mads. No drugs. Remember?" 

She looked at me and was about to deny it, but thought better of it and said nothing. Jacqui of all people came to her rescue. 

"Relax Jay, it was just a few joints amongst friends. No big deal. It's not like she did a few lines of coke and then took on three guys at once." 

They exchanged a look and then started laughing. I glared at Jacqui when she smirked at me as I opened the back door and they climbed in. 

As my wife got in her skirt blew up slightly in a gust of wind and I caught a caught quick glimpse of a panty-less pussy. I knew she was wearing panties when she left because I could see the outline of them through her skirt. 

"Hey hon? Where the hell are your panties?" 

She laughed, unconcerned. 

"Jacqui took them. She said she could see them through the skirt and they were ruining the look." 

She turned towards Jacqui. 

"Can I have them back now? They're Jay's favorites." 

Jacqui gave a loud laugh and said "Nope. I gave them to some guy in the bar as a memento of our fun dance together. Besides, I never wear them and you shouldn't either." 

I shook my head slowly in resignation; Jacqui had given my wife's panties to the biker dude after their bathroom "dance". The two of them were still laughing wildly as I closed the door and started towards home.

Two minutes into the drive Cindy was out cold. She was slumped against the door snoring softly. Maddie and Jacqui were whispering quietly in the backseat when Jacquie asked me to turn the radio up. 

"I don't want to fall asleep back here. I need to be awake when I get home. I have a thirst that only Dan can cure if you know what I mean." 

Maddie giggled. 

"No I don't know what you mean. Tell me." 

They both laughed harder. 

"Mmmmm, how can I put this delicately. Let's just say I have a craving for some nice warm cum in my belly." 

She must have caught the look on my face. "Hey don't roll your eyes at me mister. I know you two fuck like bunny rabbits every Thursday. I've seen the pictures." 

Maddie turned quickly towards her. 

"Jacqui!!!!!" 

Jacqui turned towards her. 

"What???? Ooops! Sorry….." 

But she wasn't sorry and I knew it. She turned towards the front seat and our eyes met in the rear-view mirror. 

"I like the one where your cock is buried in her throat and your hands are wrapped in her hair. That's my favorite." 

I glared at her, embarrassed that she had seen our private pictures and angry at my wife for sharing them. Jacqui continued. 

"Dan likes the one where Maddie has her legs spread wide open and your cock is just about to enter her. He calls that the moment of truth." 

Maddie turned quickly towards her again. 

"Jacqui!!!!! " 

But Maddie was giggling; the embarrassment of Dan having seen our intimate pictures tempered by the effects of the alcohol and the pot. Jacqui continued in a somewhat apologetic tone. 

"Well they were pretty hot and he's always wanted to see you naked. Besides, men like looking at their friend's wives don't they Jay?" 

This last question had a little edge to it and I realized that she was playing her little game again. I tried my best to counter. 

"Yeah I guess so. And Dan has good taste; that's my favorite picture too. Here you go." 

I reached down and turned up the radio, effectively ending the conversation. I thought to myself, "the moment of truth", I kind of like that; somehow it was kind of fitting.

I was about 20 minutes from home, concentrating on my driving and sorting out the events of the night when I heard Maddie protest softly during a lull in the music. "Jacqui…." I glanced in the rear view mirror but we were on a section of the highway without street lights and all I could was their outlines from the back seat. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary but my guard was up; this was Jacqui after all. Using the controls on the steering wheel I slowly lowered the volume of the radio. It took me a minute or two of small changes to the volume before I was rewarded with the snippet of a conversation from the back seat and some soft giggling. 

"Stop it….. you know I'm not that way." 

I alternated from keeping my eyes on the road and watching the rear-view mirror, but the moonless night prevented me from getting a good look at what they were doing. The passing headlights of a car headed the other direction allowed me a fleeting glimpse of the exploits in the back seat. They were turned towards each other and Jacqui was kissing my wife; their arms wrapped around each other. My breath caught in my throat and I was barely able to wrench my eyes back to the highway.  A few quiet moans and two soft clicks of seatbelts a few moments apart let me know that I wasn't imagining this. The next passing car revealed that Maddie was leaning back into Jacqui; my wife's back pressed into Jacqui's chest and the back of her head on Jacqui's shoulder. Jacqui's arms were wrapped around my wife's waist and Jacqui was kissing the back and sides of her neck. The simple act of having her neck kissed never fails to arouse my wife and I knew she was enjoying it when I caught a soft moan drift from the back seat. My wife has never shown an outward interest in other women but I long suspected that this was one of her hidden fantasies. 

We were drawing closer to home and the streetlights on the highway began to appear more often; randomly illuminating the back seat as we passed by. I caught a glimpse of Jacqui's hand on my wife's knee, her other hand on her chest; her mouth suckling her neck. The next glimpse into the back revealed that Jacqui's hand had moved up higher on her leg; her hand resting lightly between her thighs. I also noticed that my wife's shirt was unbuttoned in front and that Jacqui was massaging one of her breasts through her bra. Another glance backwards a minute later presented a new series of images. My wife's legs were now spread apart wantonly and Jacqui had pulled one of her breasts from her bra and was playing with a pierced nipple. We were now on the section of main highway near our turn-off and the lighting level had increased dramatically; much to my relief. 

I continued to check the rear view mirror as I drove and watched Jacqui's fingers slowly slide forward and touch my wife's pussy. The lusty groan from the back seat confirmed it. The black fingernail polish Jacqui had chosen for the night contrasted sharply with the creamy white skin of my wife's thighs. I watched in rapt fascination as the middle finger of her right hand slowly disappeared inside my wife; a long throaty sigh escaping from both of them. My eyes were forced back to the highway as I followed the off-ramp for the local highway towards the house. The local highway is filled with a series of tight turns and switchbacks and I didn't have much opportunity to continue watching. I could hear my wife panting loudly behind me along with soft encouraging whispers from Jacqui. Across from me Cindy moaned in protest every time I turned the car, her head banging on the glass of the window. 

One quick look back revealed that Maddie was close to cumming; her mouth was open and she was playing with her own nipples. Jacqui's left hand was circling Maddie's clit while she slid three fingers of her right hand quickly into and out of my wife's pussy. I killed the radio completely and listened to my wife get finger-fucked through an intense orgasm. The sounds of Jacqui's fingers sliding through her wetness and the sounds of my wife groaning in release were incredibly intoxicating. I looked back one last time a minute later and Jacqui was staring at me in the mirror, a knowing look on her face. She had been well aware that I witnessed the whole thing. She closed her eyes and I noticed that my wife had drifted off to sleep, her thighs closed and her skirt smoothed with most of the buttons on her blouse refastened. 

I pulled into the neighborhood and then into Mike & Cindy's driveway, wondering how I was going to get Cindy into her house. 

I needn't have worried. 

By the time I turned off the car Mike was already out of the house and walking towards me. I managed to rearrange myself so my erection wasn't that noticeable as I got out. I met him near the passenger door and he told me that Dan had called and explained that the girls were all too drunk to drive home. He waited up knowing that I would likely need some help. I thanked him for it. He laughed when he saw them. Cindy was slumped in the front seat with Maddie and Jacqui lying innocently sleeping together in the back seat; Maddie's back still to Jacqui's front. My wife's long legs were stretched out on the seat and slightly parted, but I was relieved to see that her skirt provided cover to Mike's eyes. 

Mike and I go way back, and we're damn good friends, but I don't need him getting a look up my wife's skirt; especially since she wasn't wearing panties. Mike cast a furtive look at Maddie's long legs (he's a leg man and has always flirted with my wife), then opened the door and started to help Cindy from the car. He bent down and picked her up as she groaned in protest and I backed away to give him some room.  I was about to head up the driveway to hold the house door open for him when I heard a barely audible, but insistent, whisper and saw his head quickly turn towards the back seat. 

Jacqui wasn't asleep at all. She had covertly called Mike's name to get his attention. As I watched, her fingers toyed with the hem of Maddie's short skirt and then she began to slowly pull the material upwards, being careful not to wake my sleeping wife. Mike watched transfixed as my wife's short skirt rose higher and higher up her thighs; the dome light giving him a clear look. I watched Jacqui as she watched Mike; she was obviously delighted by the look on his face. 

Jacqui slowly revealed my wife's pussy to Mike's eager eyes and I found myself strangely aroused again as I watched the scene unfold. The lips of Maddie's pretty pink pussy were still slightly parted from Jacqui's earlier ministrations and it was obvious that she was still very wet. The sparse triangle of her neatly trimmed pussy hair was totally revealed when Jacqui finally stopped her hands. I watched Mike lick his lips subconsciously as he stared at my wife. Jacqui started moving her hands across Maddie's thighs and towards her pussy when a groan from Cindy brought Mike from his daydream. I quickly turned away and headed up the driveway. I didn't want him to know I had watched him ogle my wife without protest. I held the door for Mike as he carried Cindy into the house. He paused for a second to invite us over for their annual Labor Day weekend block party and I told him we wouldn't miss it. He gave me a funny smile and carried Cindy into the dark house. I briefly thought about telling him about what I had witnessed at the club….

The ride to Jacqui's was short and uneventful. Maddie awoke as Jacqui disentangled herself and they gave each other a quick hug with promises to call each other in the morning. When I grudgingly pointed out it was already the morning they laughed at my misery. Jacqui paused to lean in the window. 

"Thanks for the ride Jay." 

Then she leaned in close and whispered in my ear. 





Neighborhood Wives: Maddie



"Go home and fuck your wife hard tonight, she wants it and I bet her pussy is really wet…." 

With that she smeared her fingertips across my lips. I could clearly smell my wife's secretions on her fingers. 

"Night Jay. Send Dan home, I need him to do something for me."

Maddie climbed in the front seat and we headed the last half block to home. I woke Dan up and sent him home, checked on the kids, and went in search of my wife. I found her sitting on the stairs for the second floor waiting for me, her long legs spread lewdly with her middle finger circling her clit. 

"Come fuck me." 

Then she started giggling. I sighed. 

"You're drunk and stoned Mads." 

But I couldn't deny that she was sexier than hell sitting there like that and that my cock was painfully pressed into my jeans. 

"That's OK, I can always go upstairs and find a toy that's better anyways." 

She squealed in laughter as she turned to try and get away, but in her condition it was no contest. I caught her within two strides and had her pinned face down on the stairs, my hands on her back as she squirmed. Her ass was up in the air and I could see her slick pussy lips glistening in the light from the hallway. I pushed up her skirt the rest of the way, wriggled out of my jeans and buried my cock in her from behind in one quick thrust. Her breathing was ragged and her voice was muffled by the carpeting. 

"Oh fuck yeah, that's what I need. Give it to me baby." 

She came almost immediately, screaming and thrashing, and I was glad the kids rooms were downstairs. I continued to fuck her, the images from the night playing through my mind. I could see her grinding her pussy on her dance partner's thigh, Cindy kissing the woman at the club, and Jacqui fingering my wife in the car. 

Another image, however, caused me to pause. It was the thought of Jacqui getting it in the ass in the bathroom. I stopped thrusting and looked down at my pretty wife, her cute buns sticking up into the air; waiting impatiently for me to continue. I slowly withdrew my cock from her sloppy pussy. She tried to turn to look at me, but I held her in place with my free hand. I moved the tip of my cock a few inches higher and rested it at the puckered entrance to her ass. 

"Tell me what you want" I demanded. 

"I want you to fuck me" she panted. 

"Where?" I asked her. 

She wriggled her ass slightly but said nothing. 

"Where?" I asked again. 

"Wherever you want." 

"Not good enough" I replied. 

She sobbed. "Please, fuck me, ….please…." The last word came out a strangled cry. 

"Tell me" I demanded. 

She tried to slide backwards and impale herself on my cock but I moved slightly and she sobbed again. 

"Please…..Jay….please…" 

I wriggled slightly, causing the tip of my cock to brush against her dainty little asshole. She moaned in frustration and then it came spilling out. 

"Fuck me in the ass. Is that what you want to hear? Bury that hard cock of yours way up my butt." 

With that I slowly slid into her, her ass tighter and hotter than I could ever remember. I met no resistance and there were no requests to go slowly. I just kept pushing steadily until my balls nestled up against her pussy. I was deep within her and I could feel her muscles clutch and grab me as she adjusted to my intrusion. 

"Oh fuck yeah. I can feel you so deep inside me. Oh god this feels so naughty. Fuck your naughty little wife." 

I fucked her slowly at first, building up speed as I went. She was on her hands and knees on the stairs and I was crouched over her with my hands and feet straddling hers; my feet one step above her knees. This position allows for total freedom of movement and I began a series of long and powerful strokes that had us both panting from the effort. We looked, felt, and acted like two rutting dogs. 

There's something naughty about the act of fucking my wife in the ass that never fails to excite me tremendously. Her moans and sighs were driving me crazy and she bucked through several small orgasms as I continued to pound her. 

"Oh baby. Cum in me. C'mon. Cum, cum, cum, cum" she chanted deliriously. "Fill my butt with your hot cum." 

The wicked request pushed me over the edge. 

"Awww fuck!!!" I yelled and sank myself as far as I could inside of her; shooting my load deep within her. She bucked around like I was burning her and I had to hold on for my life as she sobbed through her orgasm. I collapsed on top of her as she settled down, my dick still nestled within her now, very slick, ass. 

"Oh my god, that was incredible baby…" 

Her eyes closed and she murmured "I love you so much." She was contentedly laying there, half asleep, when I decided to try again. 

"Tell me your biggest fantasy Mads. Don't be shy." 

She smiled softly, her eyes closed as I waited. Her voice was soft and melodic in the still house. 

"Someday I'll tell you baby. I promise. But I can tell you my newest fantasy - if you'll help me make it come true." 

I almost choked but managed to control my emotions. 

"I can only promise to try." 

She smiled again. "I've always wanted to watch other people have sex…. right in front of me so I can see it all." 

"Really?" I asked. 

"Oh yeah. Think we can sometime?" 

"We can sure try" I replied. 

And with that she drifted off to sleep.  I carried her to bed, tucked her in and gave her a kiss goodnight. I headed outside and pulled a chair up on the deck. I replayed the last couple of weeks in my mind and tried to sort through everything. I quickly came to realize that Jacqui hadn't stopped playing her little mind games with me at all. In fact nothing could be farther from the truth. She had only changed tactics when she realized that her direct attempts at challenging my inhibitions weren't working. I'd have to be a little more careful now. 

Jacqui had figured out that the best way to get to me…….was through my wife. 

We had a long heart to heart talk the next night after the kids were in bed. I asked her if she had ever cheated on me and she replied angrily that she would never do that to me. I explained that I was worried that she was getting out of control during her girls-night-outs and that some night she might not be able to stop. She admitted to letting her hair down more than I would be comfortable with, but assured me that she would never ever cheat on me. I believed her. We spent a few hours discussing where our boundaries were and the consequences of breaking the trust that we had worked so hard to forge.

I told her then about seeing Cindy kiss another woman and she wasn't at all surprised. She told me that Cindy had told her that she was fighting an internal battle between the strongly religious, pillar of the community, perfect mom side and the free spirit, screw-the-consequences side. She told me that Jacqui had been having long talks with her and had been trying to get her to come out of her shell (why didn't that surprise me?). I started to tell her about my issues with Jacqui when she interrupted me. 

"Jay, she's my best friend now and I really enjoy spending time with her. I trust her and she'd never ever deliberately hurt either one of us. You know that." 

I looked at her in amazement. 

"I don't trust her at all Mads. Not a bit." 

I went on to explain about catching her in the bathroom of the club and how I was going to tell Dan later that week when we went golfing. She laughed then; a genuine laugh. 

"I'm sure Dan already knows. Jacqui probably told him that same night. They have an open marriage and he lets her play around as long as she tells him all the details. Jacqui says that Dan is one of those guys that gets off by hearing all about her exploits. They even belong to a swingers club; that's why we never get together with them on the 3rd Saturday of each month." 

She went on to tell me even more about our new friends that I thought I knew so well….

Mike and Cindy's Labor Day weekend party was pretty tame, even with Jacqui in attendance. Maddie and I managed to stay mostly sober even though the drink was flowing heavily. I caught Jacqui and Mike exchanging a few smoldering looks during the day and even caught Mike flirting pretty heavily with Maddie a few times. I had to laugh because she had no idea of the reason for the sudden increase in interest; even remarking that every time she turned around he was looking at her. I didn't have the heart to tell her why. 

By 10 p.m. the party had thinned out considerably and even Dan and Jacqui had skipped out; Jacqui whispering to us that she had a "hot date". I watched them go and felt somewhat relieved as she hadn't gone out of her way to screw with me at all during the party. I was helping Cindy carry some dishes inside, with Mike and Maddie still outside, when Cindy turned toward me and pulled me into the hallway. 

"I just wanted to thank you." 

"For what?" I asked. 

"For that night at the club. You never said a word to anyone and I really appreciate that. I know you saw me kiss her. I could tell by the look in your eyes." 

Her eyes were cast downwards and I knew she was embarrassed. I touched her chin and brought her face up. 

"Cindy, why are you embarrassed? We all have our little secrets and besides, last time I checked, we're friends right?" 

She smiled genuinely. 

"Thanks Jay. With my job and my family I just have to be so careful." 

I chose my next words carefully. 

"Well I'll admit that you can't be quite as wild as Jacqui with your job and all, but you deserve to have fun too." 

She smiled conspiratorially and lowered her voice. 

"Speaking of Jacqui. Do you know that she and Dan belong to a sex club? She told me last weekend and I couldn't believe it. Wow. I've always wanted to go and see what one is like…." 

She looked at me to judge my reaction and I nodded. 

"Yeah I know about the swing club. Maddie told me a few days ago and I was kind of surprised myself. I guess I shouldn't be though." 

There was a long silence and I knew she was trying to work up the nerve to tell me something. I was worried that it might be about my wife and their nights out together, but I was wrong. She took a deep breath and blurted it out, her words coming quickly and nervously. 

"Will you go with us? To their club? Jacqui told me that next weekend is an open night where members can bring other couples. It only happens twice a year. I'd really like to see what goes on there. Please? Mike and I talked and he REALLY wants to go. I don't want to go with just Dan and Jacqui. I'd be too uncomfortable. But with you guys there we could leave if we wanted to and they could stay." 

I looked at her for a second and then told her about what Maddie had told me about wanting to watch others have sex. She continued. 

"I know Maddie wants to go. She told Jacqui the other night when we were out that she'd like to go watch. But she said that you'd never go and that she wouldn't go without you. Besides its pretty far away and we won't know anyone there." 

She looked at me pleadingly. I considered her request for a second. 

"Why us Cindy? Wouldn't that make you uncomfortable knowing we would have some juicy gossip on the shy school teacher up the street?" 

She looked at me in amazement. 

"Jay I trust you and Maddie completely. You two are like a brother and sister to us and we know you'd never betray our friendship." 

I wanted to mention that "brother" Mike had just seen "sister" Maddie's very wet pussy a few days ago and was probably outside right now trying to charm the pants off of her while we were in here together. 

"Besides, we're just going to watch. What harm could come from that?" 

I rolled my eyes as she continued. 

"Besides, you and I are a lot alike…." She paused and looked me in the eyes. "Aren't we?" 

I looked away; the truth in her words ringing in my head. We were a lot alike. I considered my promise to Maddie about trying to make her fantasy come true and thought about how important it must be to Cindy for her to even ask me. I relented and told her we'd go. She hugged me long and hard, the scent of her perfume and the closeness of her very feminine body more than a little arousing. Maddie was all smiles for the rest of the week when I told her that we were all going. 

The week passed quickly. I had been busier than hell at work; getting home late each night and after Maddie had gone to bed. I thought about waking her up to play a few times, but knew she needed the sleep. Before I knew it, it was Saturday evening and we had gone the whole week without sex; an unusual occurrence for us. I would have much rather stayed at home and had sex with my wife while the kids were at the sitters; but I knew my wife was looking forward to going to the club. 

We had all agreed to meet at our place around 8 for drinks before driving the hour or so down to the club. I had showered and dressed first, knowing that Maddie would be fussing and fidgeting up to the last minute. She surprised me by coming down about 10 minutes early. My heart caught in my throat as she turned the corner. She was wearing a new outfit that I knew she had bought just for the occasion. The skirt was a creamy tan color; short enough where I knew that if she bent over that I (or anyone else) would get an eyeful. If she had been wearing stockings the tops would have been visible beneath the hem of her skirt. But she wasn't wearing stockings, her tanned and toned legs made to look even longer by the pleated design of the skirt. The top was a combination sleeveless blouse and push-up bra; spaghetti straps rising over her shoulders and crisscrossing down her back. It was incredibly sexy, but classy, and fit her body like a second skin. With the top she had chosen I knew she wasn't wearing a bra and I wondered whether she had even worn panties under the skirt. 

"What do you think?" 

I stared in amazement. 

"I think we should stay home, lock the doors, and spend the rest of the weekend in bed" I mumbled. 

"I mean about the outfit silly. Do you like it?" 

I made a twirling motion with my fingers and she spun around; the hem of her pleated skirt lifting as she spun and affording me a quick peak at a cute little pair of pale orange thong panties that tied on the sides in small little bows. Somehow knowing that she was wearing panties made me feel a lot better and I relaxed slightly. I hadn't realized how tense I was. 

"I'll show you how much I like it. Get over here!" 

She giggled but crossed the room to stand in front of me. I lifted her little skirt and then pulled her little panties to the side; exposing her pretty little pussy to my hungry eyes. I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her inner thigh; the smell of her body intoxicating. The hint of fruit from her soap combining with the scent of her aroused pussy caused my cock to immediately harden in my pants. I reached out with the tip of my tongue and softly traced the outline of her pussy lips upwards; giving her clit a few flicks from my tongue for good measure. Her hips pushed forward and I felt her hands on the back of my head, urging me on. I repeated the process, but this time a little deeper; my tongue scooping up her incredibly tasty secretions as I went. When I reached her clit I swirled my tongue around it softly and was rewarded with a soft groan and an involuntary jerk of her hips. One more lick and I knew it would be over; her panties would soon be off, her long legs and pretty pink pussy spread open for me to feast upon. I was amazed, and immensely disappointed, when I felt her hands on my shoulders pushing me away. She loves to have her pussy eaten and I was surprised she had the will power to stop me after only a few licks. 

"Stop! They'll be here soon. Besides, you'll make me all wet." 

I looked at her in amusement. "You were already wet before I even started. I think someone is a bit excited about tonight." 

She laughed coyly and I settled back on the couch in disappointment. 

Reaching out with her fingers, she undid the buckle of my belt and unzipped my pants. I watched as she freed me from the confines of my boxer briefs, my cock springing upwards and bobbing near her mouth. 

"Oh my. What do we have here?" 

She leaned forward, wrapped her hand around the shaft and planted a soft kiss on the tip. 

"Mmmmm I love your hard cock." 

Her mouth slowly descended until she had it all; I was buried in the back of her throat. I knew what was coming next and groaned in anticipation. With her mouth still completely encasing me, her long tongue slid out and started licking the skin between my balls. My hands reached out to tangle themselves in her long hair when she pulled her mouth slowly off of me. We had both watched that move in fascination in an x-rated movie we had rented one night and she had practiced long and hard to be able to repeat it. I swear that woman has no gag reflex but I'm not complaining one bit. 

"That should hold you till later." 

I groaned in frustration as she stood and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, rubbing the lipstick mark from my face. I somehow managed to tuck myself in, grumbling the whole time, as we waited for our friends. 

"Besides, if we get too fired up who knows what will happen at the club!" 

She laughed at the look on my face. 

"I'm just TEASING, relax!"

We hadn't had a chance to talk much about the evening and I wanted to establish some ground rules before we went traipsing off to the lure of easy sex. I had no idea what we were getting ourselves into and I wanted to make sure that there were no surprises between us when we got there. We talked about the reasons we were going (to watch others) and what our boundaries were; I grudgingly agreed that light touching with others would be OK. We agreed that no matter what, nothing could happen without the explicit consent on both of our parts. 

The ring of the doorbell announced the arrival of Mike and Cindy and I went to let them in. Cindy was wearing the same top she had worn to the club that night, but had replaced the black leather pants with a slinky little black suede skirt. I had a hard time not staring at her chest as she gave me a hug and joined Maddie. Cindy was really nervous, but excited and her words came a mile a minute. 

"I can't believe we're doing this!" 

Cindy made her and Mike a drink in the kitchen, strong ones, and Mike took this opportunity to talk to me quietly. 

"I don't how to thank you Jay. I don't know how you did it!! You need anything, ever, you let me know." 

I looked at him confused. 

"What did I do?" 

He smiled as if I was just having fun with him. 

"You talked Cindy into going to the club tonight. She told me that she had absolutely no intention of going tonight until you talked her into it." 

I turned to shoot a dirty look at Cindy but she was out of sight in the kitchen. He went on. 

"I tried everything to get her to go. What the hell did you tell her?" 

I shook my head and improvised. "I don't know Mike. All I said was that it was harmless fun and that it would make you really happy if she trusted you." 

He smiled a genuine smile and continued. "I'm surprised you want to go though…. I mean I figured Maddie would be all for it, but YOU surprised me big time." 

What the hell did he mean by that? I thought to myself.  

"And I can't wait to see Jacqui there, rumor is that she's pretty wild." 

I looked at him and suppressed a laugh. "Yeah that's what I hear too…"

Dan and Jacqui were fashionably late and it gave the four of us a chance to talk about the evening before they arrived. We all agreed that it was probably better for each couple to have a car there. That way there was no additional pressure to stay later (or leave earlier) then we otherwise would have hoped. By the time Dan and Jacqui's car pulled up in the driveway the girls had already had a couple glasses of wine and I knew they were trying to calm their jittery nerves before we left. I opened the door to find only Jacqui standing there and she explained that Dan was running a few errands and would join us at the club later. 




Neighborhood Wives: Maddie



Jacqui was dressed for the occasion and any thoughts that I had that she might just be a spectator evaporated when she handed me her coat. She was wearing a white translucent dress and every curve of her body was apparent under the tight-fitting material. She leaned in and gave me a kiss and then whispered in my ear that she had been waiting for this night for weeks. As she passed by I watched her considerable breasts swinging freely beneath her dress and I knew she hadn't worn a bra. I was suddenly anxious to see her tits in all their unrestrained glory and secretly hoped I'd get a chance tonight. As she passed by the hall light I could see her body clearly through the dress; her dark nipples apparent through the thin material. I knew she wasn't wearing panties either and that if she'd had any trace of hair between her legs at all that it would have been plainly visible. It might have been just my imagination but I swear I could see the outline of her pussy through the dress. My cock gave a twitch as she sashayed past and I knew that she'd make some man, or some woman, or likely both, happy tonight. 

Cindy and Maddie had a thousand questions for Jacqui about the club, its patrons, and any rules that we needed to know. Jacqui answered patiently for a while but then grew tired of the questions and refused to answer any more; saying that they would just have to see for themselves. I had been quiet to this point, listening to the conversation when she turned towards me. 

"So Jay. I bet you and Maddie had a long conversation about the rules for tonight and what she could and couldn't do. Am I right?" 

Maddie's quick laugh confirmed Jacqui's hunch and I braced myself for the onslaught. She shook her head in mock disgust. 

"Jay. You are WAY too predictable. One of these days you're going to have to learn to not be so controlling. Just let life happen. You'll be amazed." 

I tried to spin it back towards her. 

"Thanks for the lecture Mom. Appreciate it greatly. Really. Thanks." 

Peals of laughter followed as I headed to the kitchen for another bottle of wine.

Jacqui suggested that we split the couples up for the hour drive to the club, saying that we spent enough time with our spouses. The rest of us half-heartedly agreed. I was hoping Jacqui would ride with Mike and Maddie. If she rode with them then the likelihood of Mike trying to hit on my wife was probably a little bit less. 

Maybe. 

I didn't really believe that Mike would try anything with my wife but he had been following her around like a lost puppy again tonight. I was hoping to drive with only Cindy so we could talk about the evening ahead of us and her reasons for telling Mike that I talked her into going tonight. We decided to flip a coin to see where Jacqui would ride. My luck was typically lousy and the coin flip dictated that she ride with Cindy and me; you'd have thought she won the lottery the way her face lit up. She turned towards Mike and my wife. 

"Cool! I have so much to talk with these two about and I know you two will enjoy each other's company without me." 

My wife shot me a questioning look and I just rolled my eyes at Jacqui's antics.

Call it intuition if you'd like, but I had a funny feeling that Jacqui would be back to her old tricks tonight and that this setting would afford her even more ample opportunity to push the envelope. 

I wasn't wrong.

Jacqui's games started almost immediately when we got in the car. Jacqui grabbed the front seat and Cindy settled into the back for the ride. We weren't even out of the driveway when I noticed that Jacqui had innocently pulled her dress up; providing me a tantalizing view between her legs. Not quite high enough for me to see her pussy, but high enough to keep drawing my attention between her legs. She had my undivided interest and she knew it. 

The time passed quickly with Cindy monopolizing the conversation; asking Jacqui all about how she found out about the club and her experiences there. Jacqui held little back and explained that while she always went to the club with Dan that she rarely spent any time with him once they got there and often didn't even leave with him. 

"I can play with my husband at home. Why would I want to play with him there?" 

She went into great detail about her experiences at the club, and I watched Cindy fidget in the back seat as the details got wilder with every story. Jacqui noticed as well and had some advice for Cindy. 

"Let yourself go Cindy. Have fun tonight. You don't get that many chances in your life to live out your fantasies…." 

Jacqui smiled mysteriously and continued. "Just watch out for the bull." 

A questioning look from Cindy and me caused Jacqui to continue. 

"There's a good looking guy at the club that we nicknamed the bull. He's got an incredible cock that's always hard and the bastard can go all night long." 

Jacqui had a dreamy look on her face and I wondered if she had firsthand experience. She continued. 

"Rumor is he has ruined a few marriages where the women can't stop comparing their husbands to him. And not favorably…."

Jacqui continued on about the club and I knew Cindy was heating up as a blush had started to cross her face and neck. The wine and the stories were working their magic. Cindy seemed especially interested in the stories of Jacqui playing with more than one person; asking lots of questions about the threesomes, foursomes and moresomes that she had experienced at the club. After a particularly hot story about Jacqui and two married guys I heard Cindy mumble "Wow" more to herself than out loud. Jacqui was quick to pick up on Cindy's slip and turned towards me with a lewd grin. 

"My my my, it looks like little miss schoolteacher has a fantasy about being the center of attention in a sexual free-for-all." 

Over Cindy's quick protest Jacqui continued. 

"What do you think Jay? Think her husband knows that she wants to be used by a few people all at once?" 

Cindy was blushing tremendously at this point and I suddenly knew that Jacqui was right. I tried to be diplomatic. 

"I'm sure she just thought your story was exciting. We all have fantasies about things we've never done, nor ever intend to do." 

Jacqui looked at me strangely before turning back towards Cindy. 

"Admit it Cindy. You want to try it don't you?" 

Cindy mumbled "No of course not" and turned towards the window. 

Jacqui turned back towards me. 

"And as for you. I already know what your fantasy is. You don't even have to tell me." 

I had a feeling she did know. Cindy was suddenly interested again. 

"Ooooh tell me Jacqui. I don't know what his fantasy is. Please!" 

Jacqui laughed. "I don't kiss and tell. If you want to hear Jay's dark and twisted fantasy you'll have to ask him yourself." 

Cindy scooted forward so her head was almost in the front seat. 

"Come on Jay. Tell me. Please?" 

I knew I couldn't tell her so I tried a different tact. 

"My dominant fantasy, the one that keeps me up at night, is the thought of getting a blowjob from two sexy neighbor women while driving my car down the highway with my wife in the car right behind me." 

Jacqui smiled. "We can make that one come true!!" 

The ensuing laughter lasted all the way to the driveway of the club.

We were in the country; the rolling hills and wooded grounds obscuring most of the large homes from the street. I don't know what I expected the club to be like, but I certainly hadn't expected this. The grounds were immaculate and the very large white building looked more like a golf course country club than a sex club. Jacqui explained that the building and grounds were owned by the members and the high annual membership fees offset the costs of running the club. I found myself wondering how high the membership fees were. Jacqui went on to explain that the membership was restricted to couples, but that they did allow select single females to join.

We parked behind the building in a large wooded lot and I noticed that there were probably around a hundred cars already there. Jacqui pointed out that "open" weekends were very popular and that they only happened twice a year. Each couple could invite one other pre-screened couple to the event and explained that she had had to trade her invitations for the next event in order to allow all four of us to come tonight. I thought briefly about questioning Jacqui about being "pre-screened" but decided I didn't really want to hear the answer and let it drop. Mike and Maddie pulled into a space a few doors down and we walked down towards their car. They were just getting out as we walked up; with Maddie checking her lipstick in the side-view mirror and smoothing her short skirt as she climbed out. They were smiling and laughing in a way that made me slightly uncomfortable. I wondered what they had been talking about all the way to the club. I decided not to ask.

We were met at the door by a doorman, presented our invitations, and were shown into a large well-lit ballroom. There were people milling everywhere, somewhere a band was playing. A bar had been set up off to one side. The attendees ranged in age from late twenties to early fifties and I guessed that there was about an even mix of men and women.  I noticed that everyone was well dressed and the whole scene reminded me of a wedding; with one exception. People were openly studying the faces and bodies of the people around them, and it was a bit disconcerting at first. I quickly got over it though as I found myself mentally undressing a few of the sexier women that I could see. I wondered if others were doing the same to my wife and realized that they surely were.

We kind of huddled around Jacqui and she explained that the club had three levels. The main floor that we were on was referred to as the social floor and had a pretty strict rule that everyone was to be clothed at all times and that there was to be no public display of sex. There was a cash bar and quite a few smaller rooms set up adjoining this room where people could talk a little more privately, but still within view of everyone in the ballroom. There was also a dance floor and a small kitchen area serving sandwiches and snacks. 

The lower floor, nicknamed the "basement", was set up to resemble a club. The lighting was lower, there were pool tables and dart boards, another bar, and groups of leather couches were scattered everywhere. She went on to explain that nudity wasn't uncommon down there and that you could usually see people petting heavily down there and that oral sex wasn't all that uncommon. She explained that the club preferred to have sex take place on the upper floor but she had seen quite a few people break the soft rules downstairs.

Jacqui explained that the upper floor was nicknamed "the loft" and was where most of the action took place. She said the hallways upstairs formed a cross with rooms situated on both sides of each hallway. Each room, whether large or small, had a series of windows along the hallway wall and a single double door. If the doors were open to a room it meant that people were allowed to enter the room and encouraged to participate in the activities. If the doors were closed then we were to respect the intimacy of the people inside. Jacqui also explained that each room had a series of large and small windows in it. Curtains were provided for the larger windows if the participants wished, but the smaller windows were always left open. She said that it provided a measure of safety for everyone involved but also allowed people outside the room to get some idea of what was happening inside the room. 

"Have fun!" 

And with that she was gone, striding purposefully and gracefully across the room towards a group of people standing near a doorway leading towards what looked like a covered garden; leaving us alone to fend for ourselves. There was a long awkward silence before Mike chimed in that "a drink would be nice right about now." We headed towards the bar and nervously shared a few drinks; watching the various groups of people mingle and socialize. It became clear who the members were and who the visitors were; the members moving freely and easily, the visitors clustered together and whispering amongst themselves. I had to laugh in spite of my awkwardness and was quickly joined by the other three as we all realized that we looked and felt like school kids on our first day of school. 

It was my wife that suggested we might be more comfortable downstairs and we headed down the wide staircase to see the lower level. The basement was exactly as Jacqui described and we settled onto a set of couches near the pool tables and close to the bar. The basement level was pretty busy, but there was plenty of room and the people were really friendly. We soon struck up conversations with several different couples and were starting to relax and enjoy the experience. Mike and I were talking baseball, of all things, with a couple near us when Maddie and Cindy got asked to play pool by a couple of nice looking older gentlemen that had been sitting across from us. After admitting that they didn't play pool often, and being assured that it was fine, they got up to join the guys at the table. Maddie looked back to make sure that I wasn't upset and I smiled and waved her away. She called back and asked if I could get her and Cindy a drink. Mike went with me and we headed toward the bar. 

As I was ordering the drinks I felt two soft hands slide over my eyes and a voice say quietly from behind me "guess who?" My heart skipped a beat as one of my worst fears had come to pass; someone here knew me. 

I knew the voice, but I couldn't place it. I could smell the light scent of perfume but that didn't offer me the clues that I needed. I decided to play along. 

"Well I'm going to need a clue I guess." 

The soft voice spoke again. "Hmmmm. Let's see. I was your first true love." I gasped. 

"Mrs. Johnson? My second grade teacher? You kinky little tramp!" 

I felt a kick in the back of my leg followed by a soft laugh that was quickly drowned out by the loud laughs of the other patrons at the bar that had been following the conversation. I would have known the answer without hearing her laugh, but the laugh confirmed it beyond a doubt. 

"Hey Mike? Can you help me here?" 

Mike answered. "Sure. What do you need?" 

I continued. "I'm going to make a series of guesses here and let me know if I'm on target OK?" 

He laughed. "Sure." 

I paused a second then started with my "guesses"; trying to remember the details of a woman I once knew very well. 

"From the sound of her voice, I'm guessing that she's about 5' 5" tall, thin but curvy, with small pert breasts." 

Mike whistled. "Damn your good! How'd you do that?" 

I smiled. "Acoustics my boy, acoustics. I'll teach you someday." 

Everyone around us laughed and I continued. 

"And unless I'm mistaken she's probably sticking her tongue out at me right now." 

Loud laughter from the gathering crowd confirmed my suspicions. I continued. 

"From her choice of perfume, I'd say she's about my age, with long kinky reddish-blonde hair, a deep dark tan, and the softest grayest eyes you have ever seen." 

Scattered applause followed and then I heard her voice again. 

"Pretty lucky with those guesses so far, but you need to put a name to my voice." 

I smiled. "Jamie Jones. My first love and the first girl that broke my heart." 

She dropped her hands from my eyes, the crowd clapped, and I was soon enveloped in a long hug from the last person on Earth that I expected to meet here. 

My mind raced back in time and the memories were fond. Jamie Jones. She had hardly changed from the last time I had seen her. I admired what I could see of her lithe body hidden beneath a simple sundress. She had been, and probably still was, a competitive swimmer. The long hours in the pool had left her lean, tan, and toned. She HAD been my first love and I was honestly happy to see her. We had dated on and off through high school and had gone our separate ways before college. We had parted as friends and I often thought of her; wondering where she was and how she was doing.

"What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" 

A chuckle from off to my left caused me to turn and I saw Jamie's husband standing there smiling at me. I searched my memory trying to remember his name before it came to me. 

"Hey Kirk! Long time!" 

He smiled back at me and we shook hands. I had met him 5 years before at a class reunion and both Maddie and I had liked him immediately. 

"Hey Jay! Where's that sexy wife of yours? Never mind I just found her..… Wow."

I had forgotten about Maddie and when I turned towards the pool table my eyes widened in surprise. She was bent over the table taking a shot and her short skirt had ridden way up her thighs in back. Everyone that had been looking her way, and there were a few, was being treated to a clear view of her tiny little panties wedged up in the crack of her cute little butt. But what had caught my attention was that her "teammate" that was helping her with the shot had his one hand on the back of her naked thigh; just below her ass. He was rubbing his hand in small circles on her thighs and I started to get angry before remembering our rules. This was within the boundaries we had established and I resigned myself to just watching. 

Kirk broke the silence. "Wow. I didn't realize you two were swingers." 

I turned back towards him. "We're not. Actually it's our first time here." 

Jamie laughed. "Looks like Maddie's getting the hang of it." 

It sure did.

Mike and I, with Jamie and Kirk in tow, made our way back to the couches and we watched the rest of the pool game while talking amongst ourselves. Maddie's team won and I saw her teammate give her a long victory hug; his hands cupping her ass as he hugged her. The four of them talked for a while before I saw him point upwards and lean in and ask her something. I could see her smile, then shake her head and point back towards me. I knew that she had just been asked to go upstairs to screw around and was suddenly proud of her. A few minutes later she and Cindy made their way back over to the rest of us.

Maddie was as surprised as I was about seeing Jamie and Kirk and she hugged each of them in a warm welcome. The six of us settled into a long lively discussion broken only by several trips to the bar. After about a half hour I noticed first Cindy, then Mike, looking around the club; ignoring the conversation and watching the other patrons. Mike noticed his wife looking around and suggested that they explore the rest of this level. 

"We'll be back in a bit. Don't go anywhere without us." 

He took Cindy's hand and they wandered off. The four us continued our discussions and Jamie and I were just getting caught up on each other's lives when they returned. From the blush on Cindy's face, and the strange smile on Mike's face I knew that something had happened. I had to know. 

"Ok. What happened?" 

Mike smiled and turned towards Maddie. 

"Remember that guy you were playing pool with?" 

My wife nodded and he continued. 

"We just saw him get a blowjob from some young woman in a blue dress. We walked around the corner and there they were. He was lying back on the couch with his pants around his ankles and she was kneeling in front of him." 

Cindy interrupted him and I noticed a funny look on her face; her voice strangely broken. 

"He has a nice cock Maddie. He kept looking at me. I….I….I saw him cum in her mouth and then she kissed him. I've never seen that before." 

Her voice trailed off. Maddie was staring intently at her friend and then Kirk started to laugh. 

"Well you haven't seen anything yet. Wait until you check out upstairs." 




Neighborhood Wives: Maddie



Cindy regarded him earnestly. 

"Really?" 

He laughed. 

"Really. C'mon I'll give you a tour. If that's OK with my wife. Mind if I give them a tour of the place my love?" 

He looked over at Jamie and she smiled. "Of course it's OK with me. I'd join you but I'd like to catch up with Jay a little." 

I caught a look of disappointment on my wife's face and knew she wanted to tag along. 

"Are you coming Maddie?" Kirk asked. "Or do you want to hang around while these two talk about people and places that we've never even heard of?" 

I laughed nervously as she eagerly stood up to join them. She turned towards me. 

"Do you mind?" 

I did mind. But I knew I couldn't tell her that. 

"No. I guess not. Have fun. Be good!" 

Jamie smiled at the four of them and then turned her attention towards Cindy. 

"Hey Cindy, watch out for the bull. Rumor is he's here tonight and looking for some fun." 

Cindy just stared at her while Maddie and Mike regarded her quizzically; they hadn't been privy to the conversation with Jacqui about the bull. They all started off together and I called out after my wife; somewhat jokingly. 

"Keep your panties on…" 

She called over her shoulder as she walked away "I'll show you the pictures tomorrow!" 

I laughed in spite of myself. "Bitch!" I retorted. She flipped her skirt up in back and I watched her ass shake in her little panties as she walked away; I knew she was smiling.

Jamie regarded me for a moment after they left and I felt her struggling to find the right words. 

"Don't worry Jay. She's in good hands and Kirk would never allow any guy to have sex with her behind your back. Trust me on that. I'm sure they'll be back in a while with some wild stories about what they have seen." 

I felt better after that and Jamie and I quickly caught up on each other's lives. We laughed often; talking about old friends and the times that we had shared together.  Jamie got up to use the restroom a while later and I was shocked to see that over an hour and a half had passed since they had left. When Jamie came back from the restroom she noticed the change in my attitude immediately. 

"I'm sure she's fine. But we'll go look for her to ease your mind." 

She took my hand and we set off for the upper floor. We paused several times on the way upstairs, Jamie stopping to introduce me to people that she knew. I realized that she was comfortable here and envied her slightly. 

We climbed the stairs slowly, lingering to scan the social floor for them carefully before resuming our climb. As we crested the top of the stairs I noticed a small crowd of people clustered around small windows outside a room off to our left. The windows were cut at strange heights; causing some people to kneel and some to stand on their tiptoes. Jamie explained that this was done intentionally in order to encourage people to only watch for a while before it became uncomfortable. In this way more people had a chance to glimpse what was happening in those rooms where the curtains had been closed. I noticed the curtains and door were closed in this room. Jamie motioned me towards a small window cut about waist height and I bent down to take a look. I watched in fascination as two couples had sex about 15 feet from me on a large bed; the sounds coming clearly through the small open windows. The room was well lit and I could clearly see each of the four people. The women were each flat on their backs, next to each other and the men were between their legs in classic missionary position. The sounds of moaning reached my ears and I felt my cock harden in my pants. I noticed that each man was holding hands with the other woman. Jamie tapped me on the shoulder and I slowly stood, catching myself staring at Jamie's tan legs where they disappeared under her short dress. She took a quick look in the window before turning back to me. 

"That's sweet." 

I looked at her quizzically. 

"Those two couples are swapping partners; the husbands and wives holding hands to show their love. That's a pretty common thing to see here. But it never gets boring!" 

She laughed and I regarded her differently; this was a side of her I hadn't guessed existed.

We made our way down the hallways looking for our spouses; stopping to peer into the mostly occupied rooms as we went. I remember seeing a threesome in one room, a man and two women intertwined erotically as they explored each others bodies. I noticed a bunch of men outside one room with a large open window and Jamie correctly guessed before we got there that it was several women together. I watched for several minutes as three women worked together on a fourth woman, bringing her to a shuddering orgasm while they licked her pussy and breasts. I'd probably still be standing there if Jamie hadn't pulled me on, reminding me that I was looking for my wife. We crossed through the intersection of the hallways and continued on. As we approached the end of the first hallway I was getting nervous; I hadn't seen my wife and we were almost half-way done. The last room on this hall had an open door and I paused as I noticed several women standing outside the room chatting. 

Jamie pointed out that this was the "train" room and my confusion must have been apparent on my face. 

"Go ahead and look. You'll figure it out." 

I walked towards the window and noticed a line of naked men of all shapes and sizes standing on one side of the room and a line of naked women lying with their legs spread open on the other side of the room. Several women were making their way slowly down the line of guys, pausing for a few minutes at each man to suck on their cocks lewdly before moving on. When a woman got to the end of the line she went over and joined the line of women and another woman took her place. The process was being repeated on the other side with several men moving down the line of naked women; pausing to eat their pussies as they went. During the 10 minutes I watched, several women and a few men came; loudly calling out their joy in the quiet room. The look on several of the women's faces of unbridled joy as they made their way down the line of men was as erotic to me as the acts I was witnessing. I quickly made sure that Maddie was not in the room; knowing her passion for oral sex.

I finally managed to pull myself away and we backtracked to the intersection of the hallways. Choosing one end of the remaining hallway we made our way down. We passed several small occupied rooms along the way, pausing at each to watch individual couples having sex in a variety of positions. I wondered how may of these couples were married; to each other. I checked carefully for my wife as we went; hoping to see her standing in the hall watching. We made our way down to a room at the end of the hall where a large crowd was gathered outside an open door and window. As I watched several men and women walked into and out of the room; exchanging smiles and waves. As I approached the window I stopped in disbelief. The room must have contained at least 25 people in varying stages of undress; all having sex in one form or another. It was an all-out orgy and I watched incredulously as groups of two, three, four, or more, coupled sensuously on a series of large padded mats scattered on the floor.  

I scanned the room quickly and a couple off to one side of the room caught my eye. The man was facing away towards me, pushing his hard cock between the breasts of a familiar-looking woman. I was suddenly sure that this was Cindy. She was holding her breasts together and was licking the tip of his cock as it appeared on every thrust. I heard him grunt loudly and I knew he was cumming between her tits. As I continued to watch, he disengaged himself, pausing to give her a kiss on her forehead and then walked from the room. She wasn't alone long. A sexy, slightly older woman made her way over to Cindy and slowly leaned down to lick the cum from her breasts; pausing to lick her hard nipples. I watched as Cindy pushed the woman's head downwards; spreading her legs as the woman began licking her open pussy. They had segued into a serious 69 when a tug on my shirt and a whisper from Jamie caught my attention. 

"Isn't that your buddy Mike over there?" 

I looked towards where she was pointing and found him quickly. He was flat on his back while a small woman with huge tits rode him aggressively, her hair flying around as she bounced down upon him. To say I was shocked would have been an understatement. 

"Yes it is. And there's his wife right over there." 

I pointed towards Cindy, and Jamie responded with a low whistle and a question. 

"You seem kind of surprised. Did you expect them to play here tonight?" 

I slowly shook my head as I watched Cindy devouring the other woman. Jamie spoke again. 

"I don't see Kirk or Maddie. Do you?" 

I scanned the room carefully and didn't see them either. 

"No I don't." 

She grabbed my hand. 

"Come on. Let's go find them right now." 

I sensed a bit of apprehension from her and followed slowly; pausing to look over at my shoulder towards Cindy as I left. We backtracked and were halfway down the hall, Jamie checking one side of the hall while I checked the other, when I realized that Jamie had been staring into one of the rooms longer than necessary. I called over to her and asked if she had found them. She didn't answer and I noticed that there were quite a few people clustered around the small viewing ports. I called over to her again when she slowly turned towards me, a confused look on her face. We made eye contact and then she slowly nodded. I closed my eyes and willed myself to walk towards her. My legs suddenly felt like rubber. Jamie stood and slowly stepped towards me. A young guy in jeans and a golf shirt quickly took her place at the viewing port.  As I approached the small windows I clearly heard a familiar groan and knew indeed that we had found my wife, and she wasn't alone. The next words from her mouth turned my blood ice-cold. 

"Holy shit that's a great cock."

I had intended to peer through the window, but hearing those words and knowing my wife of 10 years was on the other side of the door caused my temper to suddenly flare. I strode quickly to the door and threw it open; bursting in on my wife and her partner. I stopped dead in my tracks, unable to say a single word.

My wife was lying flat on her back, topless, with her legs spread wide; her feet resting on the shoulders of her partner. The sudden intrusion had stopped them in the act and they had flinched and turned towards me. I was ready to beat the hell out of the guy, but that would have proved impossible. For it wasn't a guy between her legs.

It was Jacqui. 

I took the scene in quickly, Jacqui's lips and face shiny with my wife's juices; Jacqui's one hand holding up my wife's skirt while two fingers on her other hand were slowly pushing my wife's untied little tangerine panties deep up inside her obviously wet pussy. Jacqui smiled at me nastily. 

"Well look here, it's the husband coming to check up on his missing wife. How sweet." 

With that she pushed the panties in a little further with her fingers and flicked her tongue across my wife's clit. I watched my wife shudder slightly.

It was then that I noticed Kirk off to my left and a little behind me. The "L" shape of the room and the low light provided by a heavily shaded lamp and a bunch of burning candles had conspired to conceal him from my first glance around the room. Jamie had noticed him though and she hissed his name "Kirk!!" He was naked and sitting on a couch, watching the women play on the large bed. He had obviously been stroking his cock when we had burst in. Kirk looked at his wife and then at me. 

"I didn't touch her. Honest."

I found out later that Maddie, Kirk, Mike and Cindy had spent a lot of time watching the sex in the orgy room; Maddie and Kirk seriously flirting as they teased each other about what they were watching. It was all harmless until Cindy suddenly had grabbed Mike's hand and pulled him into the room, shucking her clothes as they went. Maddie and Kirk had watched in fascination as Cindy had stripped Mike down, pushed him to the floor and then straddled him quickly. They had watched as she rode him; fascination turning to disbelief as they watched another man walk up towards them and slip his cock into her open and waiting mouth. By the time Jacqui found them a few minutes later, Cindy was being doubly penetrated while sucking another cock. Jacqui's intuition about Cindy's fantasy had been correct and the anonymity of the club had allowed her to break free of her bonds. 

Jacqui had noticed the heavy flirting between my wife and Jamie's husband and had added fuel to the fire. She had begun to rub Kirk's cock through his pants right in front of my wife. Jacqui then said that if Maddie liked watching so much that she should watch her suck Kirk's cock, but right up close. She had played directly on Maddie's fantasy of wanting to watch. With very little protest from either of them, Jacqui had dragged them into another room and had proceeded to suck Kirk's cock while Maddie watched from only a few feet away. That had been the prelude to what I had found when I burst through the door.

I turned towards my wife, expecting to find her guilt-ridden and maybe even crying. She wasn't. She regarded me slowly and then spoke. 

"It's about time you got here. I've been patiently waiting for you. And see, I left my panties on like you asked." 

Technically they weren't "on", but rather "in", but that seemed hardly relevant at this point. Jacqui spoke to my wife; ignoring me completely for a moment. 

"Are you ready?" 

My wife slowly nodded and Jacqui leisurely pulled the panties from her pussy, bearing down on her clit with her tongue as she did. I watched my wife shudder through an intense orgasm as the panties were pulled from within her.  Jacqui turned towards me. 

"One of your wife's newest fantasies Jay is to not only watch others have sex, but to have others watch her have sex. I bet you didn't know that."

Jacqui then stood and stared at me mockingly. 

"Why don't you tell your wife what YOUR biggest fantasy is Jay. I think she might be real interested in hearing it. But I think she already knows. Don't you?" 

I stared at her dumbfounded. Jacqui continued. 

"Tell her that your biggest fantasy is to watch her get fucked by another man. Go ahead, tell her the truth!" 

My wife smiled softly, patiently. 

"She's right Jay isn't she? You can tell me. I've known for a long time." 

I didn't say a word, a thousand thoughts coursing through my mind. It was my biggest fantasy and one I had managed to keep hidden for years. I had lain awake many a night thinking about watching her with someone else. She was so damn good in bed and I knew how incredible she looked and felt. The thought of sharing her had always turned me on. But it was a fantasy, only a fantasy.

Jacqui sat down next to Kirk in anticipation of the looming showdown.

My wife slowly crawled off the bed and then stood directly in front of me. 

"Tell me honestly that it's not your biggest fantasy and I'll get dressed right now and we'll go home." 

If I told her that it indeed was my biggest fantasy I had a sick feeling I knew what was going to happen. If I lied she would know it and our trust level with each other might never be the same. Besides I had always preached at her that openness and honesty were the keys to any successful marriage; no matter the consequences. In the end I chose by not choosing. 

I didn't say a thing. 

She smiled; almost gleefully. 

I heard Jacqui laugh quietly. 

I knew that she had won our little game. 

Maddie turned towards Kirk. "Come over here." 

He slowly stood and I was surprised to see that he had a fairly good-sized cock. It was only an inch or so longer than mine but was substantially thicker. I'm average size but he definitely wasn't. "It figures" I thought to myself. Kirk walked towards my wife, passing between us; Jamie stepping back meekly to allow him passage. I watched as they shared a long soft kiss, my wife's hands wrapped around his neck. The soft kiss was followed by another kiss, but this time I could tell that their tongues were in play. I know how well my wife kisses and it felt strange to watch her kiss someone else as pasionately as she kisses me. As the intensity of the kiss escalated I watched his hands slide up her sides and touch her large beautiful breasts. I could tell he was slowly rubbing her nipples with his fingertips. Her hands were busy as well, dropping down and wrapping around his already hard cock. Her hands slowly milked his large cock while I watched. They broke the kiss. 

"I need you to fuck me now Kirk. I've been waiting for this all night." 

She backed up slowly, pulling him towards the bed and then, while he stood, she fell back on the bed with a soft bounce. She was lying there, exactly like she was when I burst in. Kirk reached down and grabbed her skirt, pulling it down over her hips. I watched her lift her legs up and point them at the ceiling, helping him to get rid of her skirt all together. He quickly tossed the skirt off to the side and then grabbed her ankles with two hands, holding her legs straight up while he looked down at her. Slowly he pulled her legs apart and down and I watched in fascination as her wet pink pussy spread open for his eager eyes. Her pussy looked so damn wet and so damn inviting that I nearly gasped. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched intently as he lowered himself onto the bed. She told me once that she loves to do this because she likes to see how hard my cock is; knowing that it'll soon be deep inside of her. 

I watched as he slowly moved up her body, his cock swinging as he centered himself between her widespread legs. 

"I'm going to fuck you now Maddie." 

She groaned in anticipation and I watched her legs splay even further apart. She wrapped her arms around his back and mashed their chests together; using her arms to pull her face up towards his shoulder so she could see over his back and allowing our eyes to meet. Kirk paused with just the tip of his cock nestled between her pussy lips. 

A single thought flashed through my mind, an expression I had heard that now seemed oddly prophetic: the moment of truth.

She looked at me with a mischievous smile, her eyes positively glinting in the candlelight. 

"You know I'm just doing this for you baby, only for you. Helping you live out your fanta..... ".  

She stopped her sentence short, a long, low moan escaping from her lips. I watched, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of Kirk driving his cock slowly into my wife's pussy. I felt Jamie squeeze my hand and thought I heard a soft "mmmmmm" escape her lips as she watched her husband plunder my wife. For just a second I wondered what thoughts were going through her head. But my thoughts quickly scattered as I watched the powerful muscles in Kirk's thighs clench and I knew he was buried to the hilt in my wife. While I watched, she wrapped her long legs way up around Kirk's back, wriggling her ass and then using her heels to pull Kirk even deeper into her. When she began to shake, her head thrown back and her fingernails digging into his ass cheeks, I knew all too well that she had just reached her first orgasm. 

"Jesus, she's cumming already!" Kirk mumbled to no one in particular. "Damn!" 

When Maddie floated back from her orgasm, her eyes fluttered open and I could see the look of pure lust on her face. I recognized it immediately and knew that she was already too far gone to even think about stopping. I had had my chance to end this game and hadn't acted on it. The drinks, flirting, and voyeuristic experience had combined to drive her past the point of caring what I wanted anymore. This was about her pussy and Kirk's cock, nothing more. At that point I wondered if she even remembered that I was watching her.