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Story Telling Ch. 01

By: balboa_rain



Part 1

Terry Wants Spice

"You know I'm no good making up stories. Why don't you tell a story about me?"

For several years I've been trying to spice up our sex life. Primarily, I've wanted my wife to make up stories about making love with other men and tell them to me when we fuck. I have even encouraged her to actually seduce other men, but she is not comfortable with that. She thinks what I really want is to get us back into swinging, which I have to admit does appeal to me. (We had tried swinging for awhile early in our marriage, but for a variety of reasons it didn't work out. Aila, my wife, felt I was too controlling, picking which couples we got together with, and trying too hard to orchestrate the proceedings. For my part, many of the women could not get me hard, and the two that really turned me on enough to actually fuck made Aila extremely jealous. She worried that they were better looking and better in bed than she was. She was always insecure about her looks, and I think she was disappointed that I was able to perform with other women.) But the main reason is that I often need something extra to get me hard nowadays. Too often I have difficulty getting it up when Aila is in the mood. So on rare occasions, then, Aila tries to satisfy my kink (as well as herself) by telling me a fantasy about some guy she had sex with. Usually, they are so poorly told and lacking in detail that I encourage her to stop. If the story doesn't at least sound realistic, in addition to having some hot details, then I would rather not hear it.

"How can I make up a story? It has to be about you."

"Look, I'll tell you who the story will be about and you make up the details. Hell, it's your kink anyway. Make yourself as hot as you can, darling."

This wasn't what I had in mind. I wanted to hear the details from her. Still I guess it was better than nothing. "Whoa, it sounds like you have a guy in mind. Do you?"

"You know Tamara, the new woman I've been playing with at the club? She tells me all the time about what a great lover her husband Mark is. I've met him briefly a could of times and I could definitely do him!"

This sounded interesting. "OK, it's a deal. So one day . . . Mark is it? Ok, Mark shows up at the club to tell you that Tamara can't make it. Since it's after 5, you decide to so share some wine at the cafŽ. One thing leads to another, and after an hour of flirting and drinking you find yourself in his car necking."

Aila was starting to strip off my clothes as I spoke. She pushed me back onto a chair after she finished, and began to fondle my cock. "We're doing this right at the club where people can see us?"

"Mmm hmm. It's obvious that there's a physical connection between you two. You can't help but reach down and take out his cock. You know that someone might see you, but you can't help yourself. You bend done and take his swelling dick in your mouth."

"You mean like this?" Aila bent over and swallowed me whole. I pictured her doing this to another man while he sat in the car. She worked me over like a sword swallower as I described her oral ministrations on his prick. I was having no problem getting hard now! I couldn't remember the last time my wife had shown such passion during a blow-job. When I told her how she pulled off her panties and straddled Mark in full view of anyone who might walk by, she mimicked the action on me. She rode me in a fury as I told her she bounced up and down on the guys cock even as a few club members walked by and peaked into the car. The giggles and comments spurred her on, slamming down harder and harder on his lap until he shot his cum deep inside her. I timed my cum to the climax of the story, leaving my wife screaming both in reality and in fiction. Aila slumped against me and dug her face into my shoulder.

After a few moments, Aila muttered into my ear, "That was fantastic, Terry! Mmmm, I can't remember when you've felt that hard. You really seemed to get off on having other people seeing me fucking another man. Wouldn't you be humiliated if people you know at the club knew I was cheating on you?"

"It wouldn't be cheating if I am giving your permission. It might be a little humiliating, I guess, but it turns me on to think that you could be so turned on by a guy that you would be able to do him in public."

"Well, I don't think I could do that, but I think I know what you want in the stories now." Aila got off my lap, and gave me a quick kiss. "You want me to be a total slut, don't you?"

"You got it, honey!"

"Well," she smiled, giving my softening dick a playful squeeze, "I'll start thinking of some more story ideas then. I think I'll make Mark a regular character; you made him out to be such a great lover."

Aila tells her first story

It was almost two weeks later though before I could talk Aila into taking over as story-teller. The one time we had sex during the period she said she was too tired. I ate her to two orgasms while playing with myself, hoping to get hard enough to slip into her sopping wet pussy. I was unsuccessful, but Aila said she was satisfied. She had always loved the way I ate her out, so she always insisted she didn't need a hard cock. This time though, just as we were rolling over to go to sleep, I heard her mutter something about "besides, now that I have a lover, you don't have to worry about whether you can get it up or not. Isn't that wonderful?" She giggled and gave me a kiss goodnight.

It was three nights later she decided she was willing to tell a story from her perspective. This time the fantasy would take place at Tamara and Mark's house while Tamara was playing tennis at the club. (My wife had made it clear over the past weeks that this was to remain a fantasy; she would never cheat on a friend she said.) The pretext Mark used to get my wife over was planning a 35th birthday party for Tamara (Tamara looks great for her age, being tall and willowy, with dark hair and skin. My wife, though 44, is still very sexy. A short blond and a bit heavy, her curves look great on her, though she doesn't show them off as much as I'd like. She looks her best, especially those great tits of hers, when she's getting fucked from behind, which she loves!) Of course, they both know why they are there, and immediately they are wrapped up in each other's arms.

We were already naked on our bed when she began her story. Now as she curled her fingers around my cock, she tells me she is doing the same with Mark. He is already hard, and my wife kneels in front of him, right in the doorway she takes his cock in her mouth. (She emphasizes the door isn't even closed yet! She is getting the hang of my kinks!) As she describes sucking his cock, she tells me that it's even better than when she gave him head in the car. Now it's broad daylight with lots of room to work, so she can enjoy his dick in all its majesty. (She actually uses the word to describe his cock while playing absently with mine.)

As she continues the story, she pushes me down between her thighs. Obviously this time we won't be getting a blowjob at the same time! I enjoy eating her pussy, so I don't resist. By the time I am attending to the story again, Aila and Mark are in the guest bedroom going at each other's bodies like hungry wolves. As I continue lapping away at my wife's sweet cunt, she describes how she rides Mark "at a gallop" as he plays roughly with her swinging breasts. I'm surprised when she tells me how she "swung around in the saddle" so she could ride him reverse-cowgirl style. She has never done that with me in all the years we've been married. As Aila pushes on my head and regales me with how Mark is playfully spanking her ass as she slides up and down on his hard prick, I can see that she has really gotten into the fantasy!

Now my wife is begging him to fuck her from the rear; her favorite position. He starts to slide it in, but then he begins to tease her, only giving her an inch or so before sliding it back out. Aila screams for her to fuck her; begs for his cock. He laughs and begins a slow entry into her ravenous cunt. Unable to take it, she slams back into him, screaming "God damn it, fuck me you bastard!" Now Mark gives her what she wants, slamming into her over and over again, driving his dick deep into her with each thrust. "Picture how my tits look, honey, as he's fucking me doggy style. Can you see them swinging right in front of you?" Damn, I can, even though I'm still buried between her thighs. I drive my tongue up even farther, and she loses track of the story for a moment.

Her story finishes a few minutes later, or so I thought at first, with her cumming loudly, but instead of Aila just moaning as she usually does, I hear her muttering as she grinds her teeth, "GOD! He's cumming! I feel him cumming! YESSSS!" She pushes my head hard against her mound for a few moments, than yanks my head away by my hair hard enough to draw tears to my eyes. Aila lay there, drained. Surprisingly, for me, I was hard! I rarely if ever stay hard while eating my wife out. This fantasy thing was working!

She didn't protest as I slowly lowered myself on top of her, and slipped my dick inside her moist pussy. For a few minutes, I don't think she was even aware of me. For me, however, it felt great. Her pussy was on fire! Eventually, she came around and continued the story. She told me that Mark didn't even get soft after cumming and was ready to go again right away. (This hurt the realism of the fantasy for me, but considering the way her pussy felt, I was able to ignore the faux pas.) Since she was worn out, he took her missionary style so he could do the work, just like I was doing. Now I felt competitive. As she minutely described his technique and rhyme, I attempted to match him. In her fantasy, though, I could not keep up the extended pounding she described receiving from him nor "the mixing bowl" technique where Mark would slowly withdraw then slowly reenter while moving his dick in a circular manner. (Hey, it's her fantasy, I figured so let her get it the way she wants.)

As I got closer to cumming, I actually asked about his cock. Aila looked at me surprised, but she was putting so much detail in, she must have imagined what his cock was like. "Are you asking whether or not he has a bigger cock than you?" "Well, I guess so. Don't worry, I can handle it." (After all, he's just a fantasy lover. No real competition, right? )

Aila laughed as I continued to fuck her. "Oh, I'm sure you can. (She knows the difference between reality and fantasy, my wife!) I just can't believe you asked. Since you did, I tell you that it's maybe two inches longer and substantially bigger around than yours. I can deep throat you, honey, but with him I just work on the top half. He really stretches me out, plus his dick has an upward curve that just seems to perfectly hit my G-spot."

I was a bit taken aback. "Wow, you really put some thought into this."

"Well, Terry, you always said it was the details that make a story hot. Maybe I need to add more details to get you off."

I realized that I had slowed down, and was not near cumming any more. I began to think maybe I needed less detail. "OK," my wife continued, "when he fucks me, he really fills me up. Not only does he reach deeper than you do, the way he stretches me open helps stimulate my clit. Honey, I came four times with him, once while I was riding him while facing his feet. (This hurt because she never cums when I fuck her; I need to use my mouth or my fingers to get her off.) I've never tried that with you, because I didn't think your cock would stay in me, but his just fits perfect. It stays hard the whole time, and the length lets me try different positions. Of course, I still love being drilled into the bed by a guy, like you're trying to do now. Come on, baby, do it harder! Drive that cock of yours into me! Make me feel it!"

Her words were firing me up, and I tried to give her all she could handle. I began pumping in and out like a maddened piston, trying to make her beg for mercy. "That's it, baby! Do it! Try to make me forget about Mark's gorgeous cock! Fuck me like he does!" In a few moments, I felt my cum welling up in my balls, then shooting deep into her cunt. I kept moving up and down on her, trying to impress her with my stamina, but shortly after I finished ejaculating, I collapsed on top of her. I felt her stroking my hair, and I told her I loved and "lusted" her. She responded with "I love you too, Terry. And I think it's great that it turns you on for me to lust after Mark. I think this fantasy of yours is really helping our sex lives." I had to agree, as my dick slowly wilted and withdrew from my hot wife.

Role-play

Our sex life continued to heat up. Aila and I started going at it more regularly, though many times our love-making entailed me eating her out since I was often unable to get it up. She didn't want me using Viagra anymore; she wanted to see if our "new fantasy" would start turning me on enough so that I could "perform the way Mark does." Sometimes my cock would respond, almost always when she told me a story, but she wasn't willing to do it every time ("it's too difficult, honey. You'll just have to picture Mark doing me while you are.") So most of the time I satisfied her orally until she came once or twice. 

This started to change when Aila suggested that rather than I just think about Mark as she fucked me, maybe we should just pretend I was Mark! Most of the time it wasn't working, anyway, she said, so maybe we should try something different. Maybe by role-playing as Mark, "you could become the lover he is." I wasn't crazy about the way she phrased the idea, but I could see her point. She had never enjoyed trying to make up stories; if I pretended to be Mark, I would be part of the story and our fantasies would revolve around each other's. That became a standard part of our love play for the next couple of months. I would stroke Aila's ass and she would turn toward me with a big grin, and say "Horny again, Mark? Isn't Tamara keeping you happy at home? Well, I guess I better do what I can to keep that cock of yours satisfied." She would usually go down on me, (when I'm in the "Mark" role, she rarely asks me to go down on her, as that's not his "strength"), pretending to have trouble getting it all in her mouth. Then I would be expected to roughly pull her into fucking position, as "Mark is the type of lover who takes what he wants." If I'm not hard yet, the role play is over, as Mark apparently never fails to get it up. (Back in the "Terry" role I invariably give her a good finger-fucking followed by a first-class eating.) We have still never done the reverse cowgirl position, since as Aila pointed out, "there are some things you just can't pretend."

During our fucking sessions as "Mark and Aila", my wife is much more vocal than she normally is. She is constantly moaning about how full she is, and how good I am making her feel. She invariably "has" at least two orgasms. (Of course, I'm faking them, honey! We are role-playing after all. Mark would make me have them, so I have them.) She loves now to compare me to "Terry", making constant references to how much better "I" am than "her husband." This both turns me on and bothers me. When she groans "Terry has never made me feel like this! Split me open with that big motherfucking cock!" it drives me to deeper passion but also undermines my confidence. Still, our sex life was better than it had been in years, so I guess overall the role-playing was positive.

It was during this stage that Aila and Tamara began to spend much more time together. While before they would see each other at the club and occasionally get together for a lunch or a girls night out, now they started to see each other several times a week. With the arrival of summer, they were seeing each other almost every day. Since both of them are teachers, (different schools, grades, and subjects though) they had tons of free time during the warm summer months. Many times I came home after work to see the two of them at our house, either sunning by the pool or working out together. (Aila put a bit of a damper on these visits by letting me know that their growing friendship "makes it even less likely I would ever do anything behind Tamara's back." This made the fantasy a little less tangible and exciting for me.) Often I would catch the two of them topless, and both of them would flirt with me relentlessly. From what my wife had told me, Tamara was something of a wild one in bed, and now I found myself fantasizing about her. This led to an addition to our fantasy life.

A new role

Aila began to tease me about wanting to fuck Tamara. She suggested that since we were into role-playing she would pretend to be "Mark's wife you can get a little payback for him fucking your wife all the time." I liked the idea, so we gave it a try. It was sexy kissing and feeling up my wife while pretending she was another woman. "Tamara" was into porn movies, so I put one in the disc player, to keep her hot and ready. As she pulled down my pants, "Tamara" exclaimed "what a cute little penis!" When I objected that I was average in size, she giggled and replied "Don't get your panties in a bunch, Terry. I get all the big hard cock I want at home. I'm in the mood for something a bit different." That didn't make be feel much better, but her hand rubbing up and down on my dick sure did. The delightful feelings stopped as suddenly as they began. She had opened up her fist up until it was about a half an inch away from my dick, and began to slowly stroke it up and down. "Mark loves it when I do this. How does it feel for you, Terry?" I told her the obvious; she wasn't even touching me. "Tamara" looked down and laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry, my hand is so used to fitting around my husband's cock. Let me try something that might fit you better. With that, she went down on my half-hard dick and sucked it into her mouth as she looked up at me. Within moments, she had swallowed me to the root. Once she reached the bottom, she rose up and thrust herself back down in one motion. She was literally letting me fuck her face, something "my wife" wasn't into.

Once she got me nice and hard, "Tamara" stopped and started stroking me with her left hand. "That was nice and easy. After dealing with my husband's dick all this time, I think I could swallow your entire cock and balls, and still have room in my mouth. Sometimes it's nice not to be filled up. Now let me show you where I want that thingie of yours." She turned around and pointed at her ass. I was stunned! Aila almost never asked for anal sex, yet as "Tamara" she was begging me to do it. Damn, I love role-playing. "Lick my asshole,Terry, then put your dick in me. I knew you'd be the perfect size for fucking my ass!" "How did you know that?" "Girl talk in the locker room, Terry. Aila's mentioned your size and inconsistency to a few of us. I had a feeling you'd feel nice going up between my butt cheeks. I'm sure not letting Mark go at me with that monster of his. Besides, he lasts so long. From what I've heard, as long as I can get you hard, you won't do any damage to me at all. Now start licking; I can see I won't need any lube with you."

So that's what I did. After a few moments probing her asshole with my tongue, "Tamara" started to urge me to "stick it in." Unfortunately, my dick was no longer hard. "What the fuck! You're kidding me! Shit, your wife wasn't exaggerating when she said you're the summer rainstorm of lovers. You never know when they're going to happen, and they're not hard for long. Well, I guess you might as well stay down in the neighborhood there. Aila says you've got some tongue talent."

I did my best to show "Tamara" what I could do. She was much more assertive in what she wanted using both words and hair pulls to get me to do as she wanted. At one point, she had me lay on my back so she could straddle my face. She rubbed her pussy firmly in my face for probably 15 minutes, urging me to probe deeper with my tongue and using my nose to masturbate herself on. It was a new experience, something I couldn't imagine "my wife" doing. Only after she had cum three times did she climb off the bed and begin to get dressed for her return home to Mark. "I'm sorry it didn't work out, Terry. Maybe you feel guilty about cheating on your wife. If that's it, let me know. Otherwise, I'd like to try and get that little guy up my ass sometime. Give me a call if you're interested." I assured her I'd be calling.


Story Telling Ch. 01



Summer loving

The summer continued with lots of role-playing and few stories. I eventually got "Tamara's" ass, but I couldn't get Aila to tell as many stories as I would like. She preferred to act them out, while I preferred to hear them. The only time she seemed to give me what I wanted was after I went on a weekend camping trip, which is something I do on my own several times during a typical summer. The rest of the time either she was pretending to be Tamara, while I alternated between the role of Mark or playing myself making love to my wife after she had made love to Mark. Aila seemed to particularly enjoy the latter scenario. If I was unable to get hard, she would feed me a "Mark cream pie" while telling me all the thrills he had brought her just a few hours ago. If I did achieve an erection, my wife would tease me by saying "Are you sure you're all the way in? I can hardly feel you. Maybe I should stop fucking Mark; I think he's ruining my pussy for you, honey." She'd continue comparing us, ("there really is no comparison, honey. He really is much better in bed than you are") until I spurted inside her, at which point she would feed me a "Terry cream pie", which she told me "was much less filling".

I didn't enjoy these games as much as the stories, so I looked forward to my solo outings even more than usual this summer. When I would return, then my wife would usually give in to my request for her "adventures". Usually now she would tell me about how Mark had come over to our house while I was away so the two of them could enjoy themselves with each other totally. "Oh, Mark loves the idea of making love to me in every room in the house. He gets a kick out of knowing that wherever we are or what we're doing in our home, I'm probably picturing the fucking he gave me! Isn't that wild!" It sure was wild to hear about it! She would tell me how they screwed in the shower and how he bent her over the stove in the kitchen. Or how one time he came in her three times on our own bed, "pumping more cum into me in one day than you can manage in a month!" In her stories they've done it outside by the pool, in our Jacuzzi, and on our pool table! (It's a thrill thinking of her getting nailed on the table, but part of me worries about the felt.) Sometimes she overdoes it with the details, about how long he lasts, how quick he recovers, and how he sometimes walks around the house carrying her as he fucks her. Hyperbole is part of fantasy, so it all works to keep us both turned on.

Mikael

As the summer drew to a close, I found the fantasy life start to wear thin. As Aila and I both knew, she wasn't about to be screwing Mark behind Tamara's back. They continued to spend a great deal of time together, mostly by themselves, but sometimes with Mark and I in the picture. My wife would flirt with him right in front of me, but all four of us knew that nothing was going to happen. It sure did pay dividends; each time after the four of us got together, Aila was hot for sex, with her pussy being sopping wet and ready for anything I could handle. Still, I was getting bored with knowing that nothing was going to happen. 

When I shared this with my wife, she had a suggestion. "I've met a friend of Mark and Tamara's that we could add to our repertoire. His name is Mikael, he's in his late 20's, and I find him incredibly sexy!" "Do you think he finds you sexy as well?" She sometimes doesn't appreciate how sexy she is, and worries about whether men still find her attractive. Our reawakening sex live seems to have built up her self-confidence, however, and she was starting to act more sure of herself when we went out. You could see it in the way she carried herself, how she was able to look men in the eye more often, and how she was showing off more of her body, particularly her breasts. "Honey, don't worry. I know you like things to be realistic, but even though he's nearly 15 years younger than I am, I know he'd be all over me if I let him know I was interested!" "Sounds good to me! Even our fantasies should have some variety. Give me a story then, you sexy slut." "Hey, I need a little time, honey. You know I can't make up stories like you do. Your head's always thinking about something perverse!" I couldn't disagree. "Give me a few days to come up with something."

It was four days later before my wife had something for me about her and Mikael. I was sitting in the front room trying to watch a movie that my wife found childish. I ignored her complaints and jibes until I felt her hand snake into my lap. "Shall I tell you about my new lover?" Immediately, I was interested. I turned toward her. "Yeah!" "Turn off the TV, then, and I'll give some adult entertainment." My hand was on the remote before she finished her sentence.

"I took the bull by the horns and called him up two days ago. I asked him flat out if he was interested in some carefree sex with a married lady. He jumped at the chance. See, what did I tell you! He seemed as hot for me as I was for him, so I invited him over yesterday when I knew you had a bike ride scheduled with Chuck and David." I was turned on right way. I always liked it when her stories were tied to some time when she really was by herself and I would have no idea what she was up to. This made everything more realistic, and my wife had been including these kinds of details more and more into her stories.

"When he came over, he parked right out front. When I opened the door for him, I was wearing that see-through sweater you're always asking me to wear, and nothing else. He stared at me for awhile, then took me in his arms for our first kiss. His lips felt so wonderful against mine that I didn't even notice the door was still wide open. I hope none of our neighbors happened to be looking." She smiled at me as she said this, and teasingly began to lower the zipper on my pants. 

"He actually picked me up and carried me into our bedroom, Terry, without even asking. He told me 'I'm going to fuck you right where your husband does, so that whenever you two are making love, you'll be picturing me fucking you instead of him. Which side of the bed do you sleep on?' When I told him the left, he laid me down and started to strip off his clothes. Honey, his body was young and hard, it made me wet just to look at it. His arms were so well-defined, and he didn't have that little roll around his belt like you have." At this, she lovingly patted my belly. "The best part was when he stripped off his pants and I got to see his cock for the first time. It was already standing straight out and I hadn't even touched it! What a turn-on it was to see a man that turned on by me! I had to reach out and touch it. It was twice as big around as yours, Terry, I couldn't even get my fingers to touch! When I put two hands on it, the head was still sticking out. I pulled him to me so I could suck on it, but it was so big it wasn't very comfortable. That wasn't what I wanted anyway. Marcus, I said, I've got to have that big black cock in me right now! Fuck me, please!"

"What the hell!" I had been playing with my dick as she told her story, but now I stopped. "You never said anything about him being black!"

"I didn't? I thought I had mentioned it. Does it matter?"

When we had swung, we had never tried any interracial match-ups, and I had never had any real leanings toward interracial fantasies. It might be a bit racist to say, but I didn't much like the idea of my cock sharing my wife's pussy with a black cock. Still, it was just a fantasy, so if Aila liked the idea of a black lover, then who was I to judge. Just so long as the idea remained in her head, and didn't go any lower.

"No, I guess not. It's just a fantasy,right?"

"Right, honey. It's just a made-up story to get you hard. Is it working?" She reached for my cock, which was quickly wilting now that I was no longer stroking it.

"We'll see. It just surprised me when you said it. I didn't know you were interested in black guys."

"Oh, I'm not. I'm just horny for young fit guys with big dicks that can fuck for hours. Now why don't you crawl down between my legs and eat me while I continue. I'll see if I can't get your little willie hard enough to fuck me tonight."

Aila pulled up the oversized t-shirt she was wearing, slide forward on the couch, and opened herself up to me. "Dig in, honey. I've got lots more to tell." Boy, did she! She told me that Markus fucked her for over two hours, starting in the missionary position as she hungrily pulled him down onto our bed. He took it slow, because "my husband is a lot smaller than you, so it will take awhile to get used to that man-sized prick you've got." I started to pull my head up to tell my wife I didn't care for that description, but she just forced my head back down before I could complete my thought. After about 15 minutes of slow fucking, during which she said she came twice, (Aila is realizing how exaggeration can really help a story) my wife said she was ready to be screwed so that she'd always think of Markus whenever she was in our bed. She got on all fours facing the mirror, and told him "This is my favorite position. Fuck me like this so I'll forget what my husband's dick even feels like." She must have known I wouldn't like this part of the story, because even as she spoke she tightened her thighs around me so I was immobile. In fact, I could barely breathe or hear for some time.

I think she said he fucked her like that for at least 20 minutes. The whole time she was screaming his name loud enough for anyone on the block to hear! She said she came another three times, "and to think, honey, you've never been able to make me cum by fucking me." When he came, she says he came with such force he knocked her flat on the bed, another nice piece of hyperbole that adds texture to the story.

They rested for awhile, and during the break in the telling, my wife took a look at my dick to see if was paying attention. "It looks like there's some blood flow there," so she took me in her mouth for a quick blow-job, just enough to get me hard. Once she was satisfied with my hardness, she pushed me back onto the sofa and mounted me. "Ready for the rest of the story, honey?" I just nodded.

After they both recovered, ("it's so nice to have a lover that can get it up more than once. Of course, sometimes you don't even manage that, do you?), Aila gave him a long, sloppy blow job. She worked to get as much as possible in her mouth because she wanted to impress him. "I wanted to be better than all those young babes he was no doubt screwing so he would want to keep coming back for used married pussy." After getting him to tell her what a great cock-sucker she was, my wife bragged "just wait until you see what a great rider I am!" With that she mounted his huge cock, and started a slow hip roll while pushing her tits in his face. After a few minutes of the slow tease treatment, she started slamming her ass up and down on his dick as hard as she could. "It was amazing, Terry! I was able to slide up so high on him before coming back down, I thought my head would hit the ceiling! You know how when I try that with you, I .. .oops!" She has been riding me in the same manner that she described doing with Marcus when my dick slipped out of her on the upswing. As she came back down, Aila bent my cock at a painful angle. 

"Shit!" I pushed her off me angrily and grabbed my dick in pain. "What the fuck are you doing, you idiot?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Terry. I forgot what I was doing! I was so into the story, I forgot how short your dick is. Are you okay?"

I was feeling better already, but my dick was already getting soft. "I'll be okay, Aila" I said grudgingly. "Just be careful, all right? Dicks aren't made to bend!"

"I don't know about that, honey" my wife giggled. "Look how easy it is to bend now!" She took my soft penis in her hand and twisted it gently. "I guess it's safe to play with now, huh, honey?"

I was recovering now, and though I was still pissed, I was also still horny. "Aila, why don't you give me some head so I can get hard again, then tell me the rest of the story."

Now that she saw I was okay, Aila began to chill. "No, I don't want to take the chance. I guess it's dangerous to mix fantasy with reality. Besides, why would you want to fuck an idiot!" Christ, how could she hold that against me when I was in pain when I said it? My wife was pulling down her t-shirt and walking toward our bedroom, leaving me on the sofa with my pants around my ankles. "Why don't you play with yourself while picturing me riding up and down on a real man's cock?" Ouch! How was this my fault? "Hopefully, you won't hurt yourself. Of course, with all the experience you have jerking off, I'm sure you'll be fine!" The door slammed, ending the evening.



Story Telling Ch. 02



Part 2

Going Outside Terry's Comfort Zone

Despite the disaster of Mikael's introduction to our fantasy life, he quickly became a vital part of our sex life. Though Mark was still useful, Aila rarely made up stories about him, preferring to focus on "my black stud." Usually Mark showed up in our role plays. I offered to play Mikael in some of our adventures, but my wife just laughed. "That would be like asking Dustin Hoffman to star in a movie about Shaquille O'Neill! No matter what you did, Terry, it wouldn't be believable." With Mikael, she really got into making hotter and hotter fantasies. Once, she even introduced Ray, a friend of Mikael's, into a story for a wild threesome. As she described them turning her into "the crème in a double stuffed Oreo cookie" I couldn't help but say "I hope Ray was wearing a condom." Aila starred at me before responding, "I'm telling you about two big black guys stuffing your wife full of cock and you ask about a condom? Is that really important to you?"

I hadn't cum yet, so I was careful in how I responded? "Well, it's just that it doesn't seem realistic to have a stranger fucking your ass. It just seems a little . . ."

"Okay, so you want a condom in the story, fine." Aila paused for a minute, and as I lay on top of her, I paused too. I had a feeling the night was over. "Then if you want a condom, you have to eat Ray's cum out of the condom. Since you always eat Mikael's cum out of me, you have to make Ray feel good and eat his. Okay?"

What the hell, it's only a story, and Aila was now always making me eat my cum out of her and pretending it was Mikael's, this seemed a small price to pay to make sure this hard-on didn't go to waste. "Fine, whatever." I began stroking in and out of her, hoping my dick would stay hard. My wife grabbed my ass, though, and stopped me from moving.

"Say it, honey. Tell me you would eat a black guy's cum out of a condom for me. Tell Ray, Mikael, and I you're a slut cumsucker who prefers cum from black cocks even more than from white cocks!"

"Wait a minute, this story isn't working for me anymore." I could feel my dick slipping out of my wife's pussy. "This is going outside my comfort zone, Aila."

"Come one, honey. It's just a fantasy. Say it; show me what a pervert you are."

"Will you promise to get me hard again so I can fuck you tonight?"

"Of course honey!" Aila smiled up at me. "Of course, there's no guarantee. You know how finicky your dick can be."

That was true, but I desperately wanted to get off, even though I was no longer erect. "Alright. I'll suck Ray's cum out of the condom."

"Say it honey. Say what I told you to."

I sighed, and got up off her. My dick was completely limp. "Ray and Mikael, I'm a cumsucker who likes cum from black cocks more than white cocks."

"Are you a slut for cum, Terry?"

"I'm a slut for cum, Aila."

Aila giggled, and rolled over toward me, taking my shriveled penis in her hand. "That's a good little boy. And will you suck any cum out of me that any of my lovers pump into me?"

"Yes, honey. I'll suck all of your lovers cum out of you."

"Mmmm, this is making me hot. I sure hope I can find a hard cock to fuck me. Let's see if I can turn this into something useful." With that, Aila took me in her mouth and swallowed me whole, even my balls. She had never done that before! She looked up at me like a school girl that had just shown her teacher she had mastered a lesson. Then she began to work at my dick with her mouth and hand. Unfortunately, after five minutes, there was no life in my lap. With a sigh, my wife gave up on performing a miracle.

"We're not going to get blood from those stones, Terry. Maybe if you could watch someone else shooting cum into my pussy, you might figure out how it's done. Good night, honey." With that she rolled over and went to sleep, leaving me trying to secretly masturbate. I was so frustrated, I eventually got up, put on some porn, got out my favorite massage oil, and worked my dick over until it finally was able to squirt something out at about two in the morning. 

Making it real

The next day I was still frustrated. I could tell Aila was frustrated as well. The fantasies were not enough to keep us going. I thought all day about what she had said right before she went to sleep. "Maybe if you could watch someone else shooting cum into my pussy . . ." Maybe it was time to make the fantasy real. We had swung before; perhaps it was time to introduce a real person into the mix again. When I brought it up to my wife, she misunderstood, thinking once again that I was trying to get back into the wife-swapping lifestyle.

"We're not going down that road again, Terry. It didn't work out when we were younger, I doubt it will be any better now. Besides, you can't even keep me satisfied, how are you planning to handle another woman as well. And don't even think about going on Viagra again, buddy boy. If I can't get you hard naturally, then you can goddamn well just fuck your fist!"

"No, no, that's not what I was saying!" She was already getting up a head of steam. "What I meant was maybe it's time for you to actually take a lover. I mean a real one, not just a fantasy."

My wife looked at me appraisingly. "Do you really think you could handle it? Seeing me in the arms of another man? Not just in their arms, but actually screaming out their names as they fuck me right in front of you?"

"Yeah, I think I could. Look, I know you need more loving than I can give you. Your fantasies make that clear." Aila looked at me; I noticed she didn't deny it. "I would love to see you completely satisfied for once."

"If you think you could handle it, Terry, I guess I'm ready to give it a try. I hate to say this, but after last night I've been thinking I might just give up on sex. It's not like I get much out of it." I must have looked hurt, because she quickly added, "Don't get me wrong, I still love to have you go down on me, but sometimes a woman needs a cock to fill her up and make her feel like a real woman. Getting someone else to take care of the things you can't just makes sense, I guess." That didn't exactly make me feel better, but I knew she was trying to soothe my feelings. 

We went out to a club the next week, and scouted out all the men. We both agree we shouldn't pick someone we knew as that could lead to complications, so we wanted to see if it was possible to find some likely candidates on our own. We had a great time talking about who would be good fuck buddies, and Aila enjoyed dancing and flirting with several men, most of them much younger than we were. Still, at the end of the night, we went home alone, not quite finding anyone that struck our fancy. I brought my wife to a satisfying orgasm as she filled me in on which guys tried to fondle her on the dance floor and which ones tried to convince her to lose me for the night.

The next week we were out again, with Aila wearing a very lowcut blouse that showed quite clearly she was braless, and a medium length skirt that hid the fact that she was not wearing panties! She looked so fuckable that I started to try to take her right there in the car before we even entered the club. Aila pushed me away from her, chiding me, "Remember what we're here for, honey? We're trying to find someone who can give me the kind of fucking we can both enjoy, so put that little guy back in this container. I think it's cute to see how excited he is just by the thought of what might happen tonight."

We went into the club and followed the same process as we had the previous time. It was less crowded this time, and we had even fewer likely prospects. It was still early, however, and we both hoped things would get better later. After about an hour, Aila came back to my table excited. It looked like she had a hot prospect! "I think I found the guy!" This surprised me since the guy she had just finished dancing with was short and sort of pudgy. "Come with me!"

My wife yanked me to another part of the club, and pointed across the room at a young man dancing with a very sexy blonde. As difficult as it was not to stare at the girl as she twirled around in a very short skirt, I couldn't help but notice that the young man was also very black!

"You're kidding! Him?"

"What's the matter? You don't think I can be attractive to a young guy like him? You don't think he'd find me sexy?"

"Whoa, it's not that!" I could see her old insecurities rising. She did have a point though. Why would this guy leave that blond for a shot at my wife. This was reality, not some fantasy that she was making up in the safety of our bedroom. "I'm just surprised you're interested in a black guy."

"What's wrong with that? All this talk the last couple of months about having black lovers had got me wondering what it would be like in reality. Besides, believe it or not, that guy looks just like how I pictured Ray. Remember I told you how slim he was and how well he moved. I wonder if this guy also has a nice slim cock that's good for ass-fucking?"

Aila couldn't be seriously considering letting some guy she hadn't even met yet fucking her ass? She still only lets me do her ass when she's pretending she's Tamara! I might have a wild wife on my hands, after all. "Well, if that's what you want, after the dance why don't you see if he's interested? Who knows, lots of guys have a thing for older women."

"No way! I'm not doing it! I couldn't handle it if he said no to me! How humiliating. No, you're going to have to do it!"

"Me? What in the hell are you talking about? Why the hell should I get involved in this?"

"Listen, buddy boy, this was your idea and you'd better be prepared to follow through on it! If not, you'll have nothing but your hand for company for the next year or so! I expect you to go over to that young man and offer your wife to him. And you'd better do you damnedest to convince him to take me." The song was ending, and the couple was giving each other a hug before heading their separate ways. Apparently they weren't a couple. At least that was a break. "Now get going!" My wife pushed me after him while she found a seat at a nearby table.

Taking the plunge

Walking over to the guy was probably the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. As I approached he was getting a drink, so as I came up beside him I tapped on his shoulder. "Excuse me."

He turned right away, obviously a little startled, but not enough to spill his drink. "Yeah? What up, buddy?'

"This is kind of awkward. . ." Hell, it was a lot awkward! What the hell was I doing here? "I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"Buddy, unless you want your ass kicked, you'd better head on out of here. I didn't come here to talk to a faggot like you. Now get the hell out of here."

He started to turn away from me, telling the bartender, "Can you believe this shit?" I thought about slipping away myself, but I knew that Aila would be disappointed if I didn't follow through with this. "No, I'm not gay. I'm here with my wife, and she finds you attractive, and she sent me over to . . .well, she sent me over to ..." I was starting to ramble, having a hard time getting it out. At least I had his attention again. He was nodding to the bartender, saying "This sounds interesting!" The man at the bar gave him a smile in agreement.

"You say you're here with your wife? Where is she?" I pointed out the table she was sitting at. She favored as with a wave, and a seductive smile. "Not bad. Older than I'm used to, but not bad." It looked like he might not be completely adverse to my idea. My hopes raised a bit. "So you and your wife into threesomes, is that it? Or are you one of those dudes that can't keep their ladies satisfied so you have to find guys to do the work for you while you jerk off like some kid?"

I could see the bartender was listening, so I didn't say anything at first. After a moment, I stammered "Look, why don't you join as at our table so we can . . ." 

The guy just started laughing. "Man, I can't believe it! I've heard about this shit, but I can't fucking believe it! You really are going around picking up black guys for your wife! Man, this dude is really pussy-whipped." This last comment is directed to the bartender, who just shakes his head and laughs. He acted like it was something he'd seen before. "Man, if you need some help with her, then why the hell not? My contribution to improving race relations. Let's go, whipped."

He walked over the table at which Aila was sitting while I followed behind like a little brother. He introduced himself as Marcus, and my wife offered her hand. He slide a chair next to her, and got right to it. "Your husband told me you found me attractive and that you wanted to meet me. When he pointed you out, I told him I'd have to be a fool not to want to meet such a beautiful woman." What a load of shit! He was pouring on the charm though. 

"Thank you, Marcus. I thought my husband and I might enjoy getting to know you. Yes, I do find you attractive, if I may be so bold, and if I feel the same way after spending some time with you, the evening might end up in a very interesting way!"

"I like bold women, Aila. I don't have a problem with women who go after what they want, even women who send errand boys off to take care of their needs." He looked at me when he said that, and Aila just giggled. "I'm sure I'll be able to convince you that this evening should end in a much more satisfying way for you than your other evenings have." He reached out to stroke her hand as he completed the thought,

My wife smiled at him. "I have no doubt you'll be successful." Marcus smiled back then smiled over at me. I could see he was already thinking that this conquest was going to be an easy one. He asked her to dance and she eagerly complied. The first two dances were fast ones, and while it was easy to see Marcus moved quite athletically, there was little contact between the two. As I watched, I noticed the bartender watching them as well while talking to one of the waitresses. He pointed over to where I was sitting, even though he could see I was looking at him. He said something to the young lady, and they both laughed. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what they were laughing at.

The third song was a slow song, and that's where things really heated up. Marcus had Aila wrapped in his arms like they were long-time lovers as they slowly circled the floor. I saw him give her a quick kiss on the lips, then Aila pulled him to her for an extended one. I couldn't believe how openly amorous she was being! Normally, she is a bit reserved about public displays of affection, but not only was she kissing this stranger, she was also allowing his hands to roam wherever they wanted. Sometimes they would strokes her braless breasts, but even more shocking was when they dipped below her skirt. At least twice he pulled it up high enough to expose her bare ass cheeks, there for anybody to see, as he grabbed her naked flesh with his large hands. Not only did she allow this, when he did it she would grind her pelvis into him as if she were already fucking him.

After the dance, they returned to the table, where she gave me a big kiss, and said loud enough for the neighboring table to here, "Damn, I'm soaking wet! He's got me dripping down my legs, honey!" I looked around the room and saw several pairs of eyes on us. Not surprisingly, considering the dance they had just completed, we were the center of attention. 

"Can I get you folks something to drink?" It was the same brunette waitress who I had seen earlier speaking with the bartender. "I'm sure you two must be thirsty from all you were doing on the dance floor." She smirked at me as she said it.

Aila responded, "Yes, I rarely dance three times in a row. Usually my partner is only good for one." She patted my on my knee. "I'd like a dirty martini and my husband will have a virgin margarita since he's driving. What you would you like, Marcus?"

"I'll just have a draft beer. It's going to be long night, and I want to be up for it."

"I'll get those right away," the brunette replied. "Sometimes, a long night can be a refreshing change, huh, ma'am?"

My wife smiled at the girl before she walked away. "You're so right!" Then she turned toward Marcus and asked what he did for a living. It quickly became apparent I was the third wheel. No comments or looks were directed towards me for the next 15 minutes. When the drinks came, they didn't even look over. They continued to talk with their faces just inches from each other, and their hands constantly stroking each other's legs. The waitress deposited the drinks and waited for me to pay her. As I reached for my wallet, she leaned over and whispered "It looks like your wife has some plans for the evening!" "So what business is that of yours?" "It's not. And from the looks of things, it doesn't look like it's your business either. Good luck, loser!" Bitch, I thought to myself, what does she know about our relationship? If it works for us, that's all that matters. I turned back and started to slide their drinks over to them, only to find them locked in a kiss. It looked like this night was definitely going to end in an interesting manner; hell, it was way past interesting already.

The two of them continued to make out and talk together for another 20 minutes while sipping their drinks. I couldn't hear most of what was said, though from the looks they threw my directions occasionally, it was clear I figured prominently in whatever they were discussing. Finally, Marcus got up to go to the restroom. Aila turned toward me and gave me a big smile. "Well, he's interested!"

"I knew that, Aila! So he's actually willing to go home with us so I can watch him fuck you!"

"Well, not exactly. He's not that sure about you. He wants me to send you away for a few hours while he takes me to our house. He loves the idea of fucking me on our bed, but he doesn't want you watching."

"Wait a damn minute! That's not the deal! If I can't watch, then this whole thing is off!"

"Don't ruin this for me, Terry! I really want to fuck this man! Look, why don't you go home ahead of us and set up the room so you can watch from the patio? That way you can still watch and he'll never know."

"Christ, Aila, it's 50º outside! How the hell I'm I supposed to enjoy that?"

"Don't be such a wuss! It's either that or nothing, because I'm going to be fucking him either way within an hour. So which is it? Besides," she added, reaching out and stroking my crotch, "I have a feeling that Marcus is going to be so hot that he's going to be able to keep both of us warm!"

I didn't have much choice. "Okay, I'll be outside. But the patio door has to stay open a crack. I want to be able to hear as well."

"I promise. Now get going before he comes back."

"Alright. I love you, Aila." I got up to leave, giving her the first kiss I'd given her in an hour. "I love you too, Terry. Believe me, I'll give you a night to remember tonight." She patted me on my ass to send me on my way.

Her first lover

I drove home in a daze. I wasn't sure I was ready to make our fantasies concrete. It was one thing to talk about Aila making love to other men; it was something else entirely to actually watch it happen. I wasn't sure I how I would react. One thing was certain, however, as I pulled into the driveway, is that Aila was actually going to do it. This was no joke; she intended to make love to another man! I shook my head as I unlocked the door. Well, if it was going to happen, I wanted something to remember this night by. Who knew when it would happen again? So the first thing I did was get our video camera out, along with some extra tapes and backup battery. Then I went into our bedroom where I opened the drapes, set the lighting low enough to be romantic but high enough for me to see. Then I got on my warmest coat and walked out the patio door, leaving it open about six inches so I could hear everything. As I set up the camera on the tripod and pulled a chair over, I realized I'd have to put tape over the recording light. I went back inside to get the tape, only to hear another car pull up. They were here already! I grabbed some masking tape and headed back outside.




Story Telling Ch. 02



I nervously ripped some tape off and covered the light, then pointed the camera at the bedroom door. Within a minute of my pressing the record button, I could hear voices in the hall. Just a couple of minutes later, my wife walked in, pulling Marcus by the hand behind her. Once they were both inside the room, he pulled her do him and gave her a deep kiss. Her back was to me, and as they kissed he put his hands under her skirt and raised it up over her hips. The sight of his large black hands squeezing the pale ass cheeks got me hard right away. I began to think this was going to work out fine.

After they broke the kiss, Marcus began to strip off his clothes, while Aila walked over to our walkthrough closet to go the bathroom or take off her clothes. I had hoped to watch Marcus strip her on camera, but I couldn't direct this film. Once Marcus was naked, he admired himself in the mirror. What an asshole! He definitely knew he had a nice body. "So what do you think your husband's doing right now? I can't believe the wimp lets other guys come to the house and fuck you!"

"I told you this is first time we've done this, Marcus. So he's probably parked somewhere masturbating, thinking about what we're doing."

"That would be funny as hell if someone caught him! Imagine trying to explain that! 'But officer, my wife's home fucking a black guy and I can't go home yet.' What a loser!" I could hear my wife laughing. "Hey, it's pretty cold in here. Mind if I close the door?"

Damn, that's not what I want. I told her I want to hear everything. Come on, Aila, give him a reason not to! "Not at all! Terry likes it open, but I prefer it closed." Shit!

Marcus closed the door, standing only 10 feet away from where I sat in the dark. His half-hard cock was pointed right at me. When he turned around, my wife made her entrance. She looked stunning, wearing black heels, black stockings, and a sheer black robe that clearly showed her naked body beneath it. I had never seen her wear it before; she must have got it as a surprise for me, but decided this might be a better time to debut it. I wish I could have got a shot of Marcus' face when he first saw her.

He walked away from the door and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her passionately as he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her gently on the left side. Then he lay down beside her and began kissing her again. His hands stroked her breasts through the material for several minutes before sliding down her stomach toward her crotch. He slowly slipped a finger inside her, and began a circular motion. Damn, I wish I had sound! Soon another finger joined the first, and began to move rapidly in and out of my wife's pussy. From the looks of her body, I guessed that she had already had her first orgasm!

After about 10 minutes of finger fucking, Marcus lowered his face to her cunt and began to eat her out in earnest. Aila writhed as he worked her over with his tongue, and after several minutes she began to groan and scream loud enough for me to hear through the closed door. This time when she came there was no doubt; any neighbors that were outside could probably have heard her cry of ecstasy! 

It took her just a moment to recover before she had Marcus' dick in her mouth. She was on all fours in front of him, bobbing her head up and down much more energetically than she does with me. Her left hand was stroking his base, leaving at least five inches for her mouths and tongue to try to cope with. The right hand appeared to be playing with his balls. She continued this for over five minutes, before she picked her head up, and pushed him flat on the bed. Once she got in position, she took his rock hard cock in her hands, squatted over it, and slowly lowered herself onto the largest dick she had ever had (unless one of her first boyfriends was a freak!) Her face looked blissful as she slowly took all of him into her pussy in one slow descent! My wife sat astride him for while before moving slowly up and down on his dick, raising herself almost all the way off him before sliding even slower back down. Eventually, she started to increase the pace until after about 15 minutes she was slamming down on him hard enough to knock some of my books off the nightstand! With another otherwordly scream (another cum?) she collapsed on top of him. 

Marcus, though, wasn't done. As she lay motionless, Marcus rolled them both over without losing contact so that now he was on top of her in the missionary position. He repeated the same pattern my wife had; slowly stroking in and out at first before building to a slam-bang fuck session. Incredibly, he lasted another 10-15 minutes before he finally collapsed on top of her, shooting his cum deep inside my wife cunt that until tonight only I had enjoyed for the past 20 years!

I had been so fascinated watching that I hadn't even thought of jerking off, and now it was too late! Oh well, I thought, as I glanced at the video camera, I had a tape almost filled already to use whenever I wanted, so I could always make up for it. I reached up to turn off the camera quietly, and began to get ready for some sloppy seconds after Marcus left. When I looked back into our bedroom, to my surprise, I saw Marcus continuing to fuck my wife! Shit, wasn't he supposed to be soft? Weren't they expecting me to return soon? Wasn't it my turn to fuck my wife?

Apparently the answer to all those questions was no. They were going at it again, Marcus banging into Aila's cunt while her fingernails dug into his ass. She looked as if she was just getting started! I had no idea where she was finding the energy? This was not just a fantasy of her pretending to keep up with some young stud; she was actually doing it! I quickly got another tape to replace the first one; it didn't look like the night was over yet.

Once the second tape was started, Marcus continued fucking her on top for awhile for a few minutes before rolling over so that he was on his back near the edge of the bed. He swung his legs over the edge, pulled himself and my wife into a sitting position, then stood up, all the while keeping Aila firmly impaled on his cock! I could never have done that at any time in my live! Once he was vertical, he grabbed her ass and began to use her as his own personal fuck doll! He was able to handle her with ease as she clung to him, letting him have her in whatever manner he desired. (This was so hot that I unzipped and began to beat off. I wasn't going to forget this time!) Her mouth made it clear that she was saying his name over and over again. It was an amazing show, even though it lasted only about five minutes. I knew I would be viewing this over and over again! 

Eventually Marcus dropped my wife unceremoniously onto her ass on our already abused bed. He was telling her something, and as she got on all fours on the bed, it quickly became apparent that he wanted to fuck her doggy-style. He positioned himself behind her, and slowly, teasingly, he reinserted his cock into her soggy cunt. This time, once he was all the way in, he didn't indulged in any buildup at all. Right away, he began to fuck her viciously, taking his cock almost all the way out before slamming abruptly back in. Aila's face was forced down into the pillows, leaving her in an ass up, submissive position. Her white butt cheeks were rapidly turning pink under the assault, but her screams made it quite clear that she was enjoying the punishment he was inflicting. (By this time I was beating my meet in a frenzy, but I couldn't get it all the way up. It was just too damn cold!) Difficult thought it was to hear, at least twice I thought I heard "the best" and several times the words "big" and "fuck me" could be heard. As he continued to assault her, he ripped the robe from her body (there was one set on lingerie I'd never see her wear!) What a sight it was, to watch my wife's white body, clad only in black stockings and one high heel (I'm not sure what happened to the other one) being fucked by a muscular black man right in front of me! Thank God for video, but I doubt I would ever forget this sight no matter what!

Marcus must have fucked her for another 20 minutes, though not always at full speed. He did slow down and rest at times, but he never stopped. By the time he came this time, both he and my wife were covered with sweat. After he came, (did she cum again?) he collapsed on top of her and the two of them lay there, exhausted. After an eternity (come on, let me in there!) Marcus pulled himself up, gave my wife a kiss, and began to get dressed. Aila just lay there; she obviously wasn't going to be walking him to the door. After he finished dressing, he walked over to where she lay, gave her ass a kiss and a pat, than strode cockily out of the room. 

I managed to wait a couple of minutes and remembered to turn off the video camera before I pulled at the patio door. Damn, the fucker locked it! I grabbed the tripod with the camera on it and ran around to the side of the house. Not surprisingly, it was also locked. I was forced to wait until Marcus pulled away from the house (what the hell is he doing, making a phone call?) before I could go to the front door and get into my own house. 

By the time I was at our bedroom door, I had already ditched most of my clothes. Aila was still laying where Marcus had left her, her ass looking up at me invitingly. I set the camera up in the bedroom, finished stripping off, and began to play with my dick. Now that I was warming up, it was no problem getting a hard-on now! I was definitely excited by the idea of getting my first sloppy seconds. I knelt behind my sexy wife and began to slip my cock in where Marcus had just left, planning to pick up where he left off.

"Hold on, honey," Aila muttered into her arm. "I couldn't take another cock in me after right now, not even yours. Didn't you see what that stud did to me? Can you believe that size of that cock? And the fucking stamina! He's a fuck machine, honey. My pussy is all fucked out." She lazily rolled over onto her back. "I could use a good eating though, honey. A nice gentle tongue bath would be a perfect ending to a perfect night."

"You want me to eat some other guy's cum out of you?"

"Oh, come on, honey. You've been eating your own cum out of me and pretending it was Mark's or Mikael's. Now you get the real thing. Come on, honey, show me how much you liked seeing someone else fuck me."

She had a point, so when my wife used her legs to scissor around me and pull me down on the bed, I didn't resist much. Aila crawled on top of me, saying she wanted to be sure I "got all of it", and wrapped her thighs around my head. As I lapped away at her, she moaned softly, "Yeah, eat his black cum out of me. Show what a good cum sucker you are! Oh yes, honey." She was getting excited so I was hoping she might get horny enough to let me fuck her, but she just lay her hair over my cock, ignoring it completely as I ate her to another orgasm. (I wondered how many she had?) 

I felt her roll off me over to her side of the bed, breathing softly. I nudged her gently. Either she was already asleep, or she was just so exhausted she couldn't move. Only now did I realize that my side of the bed was completely soaked with their sweat and juices. There was no way I could sleep in the bed tonight. Excited, and still very horny, I got up to find some massage oil and went into the guest room, where I jerked myself off to sleep while recalling the activities of the evening.



Story Telling Ch. 03



Part Three

Christmas Party

That night with Marcus really jumped our sex life to a new height, though it might have been even better if I wasn't jerking off so much. I spent lots of time with the video tapes, editing them in a variety of ways on my computer. Many times when we made love I was unable to get it up, so I spent lots of time between her thighs, eating Aila to orgasm after orgasm. She always loved this, making constant comments about all the cum I was eating out of her, and teasing me whenever I couldn't get it up with "calling Marcus so he can fuck me the way I need it!" Overall, making the fantasy come real worked out really well for us, and neither of us felt the need to repeat it right away. We both agreed that an occasional "reality show" was enough to augment our fantasies.

As it turned out, however, reality intruded a bit sooner than I had thought it would. Mark and Tamara were having a Christmas party at their house for the construction company he worked for. Even though it was primarily a company function, Tamara insisted on inviting us, saying she was sure we'd have a good time. I wasn't sure I wanted to be at a party where I knew nobody, but since it was a couple of weeks before the holiday and didn't conflict with anything, I couldn't talk Aila out of it. She wanted to go, and that was that. 

The night of the party Aila dressed up in a slinky, low-cut red dress that I thought was too sexy for a Christmas party, but she told me most of the guys had young girlfriends and wives, and she was sure they were going to be taking the opportunity to dress up as well. She was right; when we arrived, I quickly saw that she was right. Though there were several more men then women, the women who were there were obviously happy to get a chance to show off a bit. There were a couple of very beautiful women, but most were fairly average yet looked pretty damn good at least for the evening. My wife knew several of the people from hanging around Tamara, so she easily mingled. I stayed at the edges of the various groups, trying not to look to ill at ease. 

I ended up enjoying myself though, because eventually I ended up talking to the owner of the company and his wife. Bud and May were a bit older, maybe in their early fifties but very fit, so they didn't have much in common with the rest of the people at the party. We got comfortable in a hurry; in fact, I think May went out of her way to make sure the two of them kept me occupied while the party swirled around us. We discussed everything from building permits to politics, making the time fly by. Before I knew it, two hours had passed, and I hadn't seen my wife for most of it. Excusing myself, I told them I needed to see what Aila was up to. May smiled at my husbandly concern, saying "I think your wife is more than able to take care of herself", which Bud agreed with, but I didn't feel right not checking in. They let me go, saying how nice it was "to finally meet Aila's husband."

I circled through the house twice, and checked outside in the backyard, but no Aila. I was starting to worry when a young lady I didn't know came up to me, asking "Are you looking for Aila?" "Yes". "She's back in the master bedroom with Tamara. They told me to sent you back there." She gave me a little push in the right direction. "Thanks." "Oh, my pleasure."

When I opened the bedroom door, I stopped, stunned. There was my wife and Tamara sitting on the bed, both clad in nothing but red stockings, red heels, and red baby doll nighties with white trim. They smiled at my surprise. "You'd better close the door, honey. You don't want everyone else to see what you're getting this Christmas." My wife waited for me to swing the door closed behind me. "I promise, this will be your best present ever." It was sure looking that way. 

Tamara stood up and walked me over to a chair. "Aila's told me all about your story-telling time together. It sounds so hot! We decided to make it come truth this Christmas." She undid my pants, and dropped them down to my ankles, looking me in the eye the whole time. "Come on out, Mark."

My heart sank. I thought I was actually going to be in a threesome with my wife and another woman for my present, but now as I watched Mark walk out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but red silk Speedo-type shorts, I realized they planned on living out some of the stories Aila had made up for me the past several months. I liked the idea of my wife making love to another guy, but two women for me would have been even better, and I was disappointed that instead my wife was planning on making love to another guy right in front of me. His skin looked as if it had been oiled and the bulge in the shorts looked as though his cock was already getting hard. "Hey, buddy boy, Merry Christmas. Heard any good stories about me lately?" Obviously, Aila had told them about our sex life.

Tamara moved away from me over to the other side of the room, where a camcorder was sitting. As she picked it up, Mark moved onto the bed with my wife and began kissing her. She opened up to him right away, letting his hand explore her body as there tongues intertwined. He kissed his way down her body, pushed the panties to the right, and began to rub his tongue up and down her slit. My wife laid back, writhing, as he ate her out. Her hands grabbed his hair and pushed down on him, begging him not to stop. I began to play with myself; it was damn hot looking. I heard Tamara giggling as she filmed me, but I didn't care. I kept stroking as Mark brought Aila to her first orgasm of the evening.

Mark rolled over onto his back after Aila recovered. "Payback time, slut." I thought my wife might resent the word, but apparently didn't because with his help she pulled down his shorts, exposing his cock for the first time. "Quite a bit bigger than you're used to at home, huh?" He looked over at me as he spoke, smirking as he watched me slowly stroking my dick, (I didn't want to cum too fast).

"God, yes! It's much bigger!" (Thanks, dear). "Let me taste it." And she did. First she licked it's length for awhile, then as it continued to grow, she began to take the head in her mouth while stroking it's length. At first she could manage just a couple of inches because of how thick it was, but as she got used to it, my wife was able to work her way down so that only a couple of inches were exposed. I was amazed; she was well passed what I had. 

After sucking him for over ten minutes, my wife began to climb on top of him. "I've got to feel that inside of me. I've told Terry so many stories about it, I've got to show him the real thing. Fuck me with that big cock of yours, Mark." She straddled his groin, grabbed his cock, and slowly slid down onto it. Since it was only the second time my wife had taken anything near this size, she took it slow. I was sure that she wouldn't be able to take it all in, but as I continued pleasuring myself, I watched in amazement as she worked her way further down his cock each stroke. In less than two minutes, she had it completely buried in her, and was slamming down on it with full force. "Fuck, I'm so full! I love it! Don't ever stop, Mark." My wife was screaming now, not caring that the house was full of other people. "Shit, AHHH!" She was clearly cumming again, maybe over and over again. I had never seen her like this. My fist was flying up and down in rhythm to her ride.

After maybe ten minutes, Aila collapsed on top of Mark, almost sobbing with pleasure. She looked completely done, but Mark sure wasn't. He pushed her off of him and positioned her on all fours, facing me. Then he got behind her and began to reinsert his cock. The look on my wife's face as she felt it enter her will never leave me. It was as if she had discovered a new world, and it was just dawning on her what she had been missing in the old one. He started a slow, circular motion with his hips, teasing her, getting her all warmed up again. She began to moan. "God, yessss! Ohhhhh! That's it!"

Suddenly, Mark stopped moving. Aila looked back to see what was wrong. "If you want be to keep fucking you, baby, then you have to do what I say."

"Yes, yes! Don't stop. What do you want? I'll do anything!"

"I want you to look at your husband as I fuck you, and I want you to tell him who you want to fuck. Got it, baby?"

My wife looked back at me, conflicted, but she didn't pause long. "I want you to fuck me, Mark. You, not my husband." He started to stroke in and out of her again. "You're the best! I love the way you fuck me." He started fucking her harder. "My husband never makes me cum! You do! You're the real man!" Now he was slamming into her as Tamara tried to keep all of us in the frame. Her laughter was somewhat distracting, and the words my wife was saying hurt, but I couldn't stop jerking off. I had never seen her look so sexy as her tits swung wildly under the rear assault. Her screams echoed through the room as Mark's cock flashed in and out of her pussy. "Yes, Mark! Don't stop! AHHH! You can fuck me whenever you want! I'm your slut! You're touching places my husband never has. Ohhh, fuckkkkkk!" She and I were both cumming, my cum shooting over my left hand and onto my stomach. Mark lasted a couple more minutes before he shot deep inside her ravaged pussy.

I thought my present was over, when Mark got up and went in to shower off, but Tamara set me straight. "Aila tells me in her stories you get off eating Mark's cum out of her. Well, make it real, Terry. Get down in there and eat all that shit out of her."

I didn't want to do that. It was one thing to pretend my own cum was someone else's, but since I had already cum, I had no desire to extend the fantasy. "No thanks, Tamara. I'd be happy to eat you out, but I don't want to be getting any closer to Mark then I already am."

Aila looked angry. "Terry, you'd better get your ass over here and clean me up. I didn't do all this for me. If you're ever planning on getting into this pussy again, it better be as clean as a virgin's in 10 minutes!" 

I knew better than to argue with her when she's like this. And it's true, we'd shared this fantasy many times; it really wasn't fair of me to desert her like this. I climbed onto the bed, and tried to kiss Aila, but she just pushed me down toward her groin. "First things first, honey. Clean that naughty pussy of mine first, like a good little boy." I did as she ordered, and began licking away. I heard the ladies laughing, but tried to ignore it as I swirled my tongue inside her. As I got the first bits of cum, I was amazed how much there was. Having eaten my own out of her several times, it was clear that Mark had deposited much more semen into her than I did. It wasn't pleasant, swallowing that much cum, but I had no choice as my wife had a firm grasp on my hair. 

After maybe 10-15 minutes, during which my wife managed another cum, Aila pushed me over onto my back, and straddled my face. "I want to be sure you get it all out of me, honey. Now Mark's juices can just drain into your mouth. Doesn't that make it easier for you?" Mark was out of the shower now, commenting how nice it was "to have a some to clean up after him." He didn't stay long, telling Tamara he was going back to their guests. Tamara said they'd only be a little longer. "I think Terry's had a Christmas he'll always remember, don't you?" 

That was for sure. I continued to eat my wife's sloppy cunt for another 8-10 minutes, (and yet another orgasm; she was never like this before) after which she fell over on to the bed exhausted. I lay on the bed face up, still naked from the waist down. Tamara took some close-ups of my face. "My, that certainly was a crusty Christmas, wasn't it Terry? Was the reality as good as the fantasy?" She pointed the camera down at my crotch as I tried to think of a reply. "I'll bet it was for Aila, considering how much bigger Mark's 'present' is than yours."

"It's not all about size, Tamara, as I could show you if you give me a chance." I patted the bed next to me.

"Yeah, that's what all guys say who are penally challenged. And as for giving me a chance, I know from what your wife's told me that you're only good for once a night, if that, so don't let your mouth be passing checks your dick can't cash." She shut of the camera and began to get dressed. "I'm going to go back to the party. Make sure you say goodbye before you leave." She actually gave me a sweet kiss on the lips before, leaving the bedroom, being sure to take the camera with her. 

Aila and I dressed in near silence. I had wanted us both to take a shower, but she insisted she was ready to go, and refused to let me clean up. When we left the room, it was apparent that we had just had sex. From the looks we received from the people remaining, and the muttered comments we could half-hear, it was also clear that people knew we hadn't had sex with each other. Fortunately, several of the people had left, including Bud and May, so that reduced the humiliation somewhat. We found Mark and Tamara to say goodbye and thank them for a "great party". Mark made a big show of shaking my hand and telling me in a loud voice how great it was "to get to know Aila's husband better. I hope we'll get to see more of you in the future." From the laughter this innocent comment generated, it was clear most of the people had some idea what had gone on in their bedroom. Tamara gave me another kiss, and with a giggle commented, "That's very unusual cologne you're wearing. What is it?" This elicited more laughter. When she kissed Aila goodnight, she also gave her a small present, saying as she did so that she hoped "this would make every day like Christmas". I had no idea what it was, but since it was apparently for my wife I didn't ask. I just wanted to get out of there.

The truth

We didn't talk at all on the drive home. When I tried to get a conversation going about what had just happened at Mark and Tamara's, Aila just whined, "You can see why I might be tired right now, can't you, honey?" and closed her eyes. When we arrived home, she went straight to bed, not even giving me a good night kiss. I was left to ponder the evening, too excited and confused to sleep. Excited because of how sexy my wife looked getting fucked by Mark, but confused because of how she acted towards me, and why she actually went through with it with him! He was always just our story guy; she said she could never do it with the husband of a friend. Why not get together with a stranger like Marcus?

These thoughts ran through my head all night, though I did go in to try and sleep at about 3 a.m. I didn't get up until almost nine, by which time my wife was already up getting breakfast. I went in to join her, getting a big smile and a kiss. Obviously, she was feeling good about last night. "Did you like your present, honey? Wasn't nice of Tamara and Mark to help get the perfect gift for a pervert like you? Wasn't it better than the fantasy? It sure was better for me! Story-telling can't hold a candle to a good fuck, can it?"

"Well, I can't really answer that, dear. I never got one last night. What the hell happened?"

"I'm sorry you didn't get involved more, honey, but you always seem to prefer jerking off to fucking anyway. I thought you get a kick out of getting yourself off while watching me fuck a guy you've only fantasized about before."

"Hey, I had never fantasized about Mark! I got off on the stories about guys fucking you. That's what I liked."

"That is how it all got started, those stories."

"What do you mean? What got started?"

Aila gave me a little laugh. "I think you'd better take a look at the rest of the Christmas gift that Mark and Tamara gave you." She reached over to the counter and grabbed the package Tamara had given her last night. Handing it to me, she said "Open it, honey. It's really for you."

I ripped off the wrapping to find five DVD's in jewel cases with a variety of labels written on them: Stills; Around the House; Around the House 2; Outside; Our Place. Giving my wife a questioning look, all I got back was a shrug. Getting up, I walked out to the living room. Picking out 'Around the House' I inserted it in the player. A menu popped up, allowing me to pick from a half-dozen choices: Master Bedroom; Master Bath; Living Room; Kitchen; Pool Table 1; Pool Table 2. Intrigued, and a little confused, I selected 'Pool Table 2'. 

The scene opens with Mark leaning back against the pool table in our playroom, with my wife on her knees sucking on his cock. He was looking right at the camera while he was telling Aila, "That's it, Aila. Take that cock all the way in. Show me how you love it." And she does indeed appear to love it. Her head is thrashing about while she passionately makes love to his dick. It was as if she wanted to swallow him whole, not just his cock! 

This went on for seven and a half minutes (it was easy to keep track on tape) before he pulled my wife up and bent her over the table. I noticed Aila had come in from the kitchen and was watching my reaction from the door, but I didn't know what to say. Obviously, all of these DVD's were about her and Mark and just as obviously it had not been there first time last night. They had been fucking each other behind my back for some time. I wasn't sure how to handle it, so I just looked back at the screen. 

Aila's breasts were pressed down on the felt as Mark worked his cock into her. She raised herself up to allow him better access, showing her swollen breasts to the camera. She looked so damn sexy, even better than last night, that I found myself reaching into my robe to play with myself. As I watched Mark continue to fuck my willing wife on my table, Aila came and sat down next to me. I glanced over to her, and noticed she had a bottle of oil in her hand. She smiled as she squirted some oil on my left hand, wrapped it back around my dick, and started to move it up and down for me. Without a word, I continued the movement as I watched her continue to get fucked on screen.

Mark was speeding up now, making her breasts swing wildly and her screams sound out joyously. He was talking dirty to her as he fucked her, telling her how "tight and hot" her pussy was, and what a "fucking slut" she was. Then he was telling her that she had to promise to "tell me about the next time Terry fucks you here. I'll come back again and fuck that memory right out of you so you only think of my cock whenever you guys play pool."

"My husband's never fucked me here. Oh yes, that's good. MMMM! If he ever does believe me I'll be thinking of you the whole time. I love your cock!" Shit, she was a real slut! I came just moments later.

Aila turned off the film. "I can see you liked it, honey. I guess you don't mind that I've been making it with Mark for several months now."

"What! Several months? When did it all start? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Wow, easy, honey! You're usually not that talkative after you cum", she teased. "What got me going was the stories you wanted me to tell. I always had a hard time making them up, I told you that. When I told what we were doing to Tamara, she suggested maybe I'd like telling true stories instead of making up fake one."

"I don't believe that! You're telling me Tamara wanted you to sleep with her husband?"

"Honey, why would I lie about that? Mark has a very high sex drive and wants sex more than Tamara does. Much more, in fact. Rather than having him chase other women, which he's done it the past, she thought it might be a better idea if he had a safe, married woman who would take some of the pressure off her. It's really worked out very well for everybody."

"Maybe not everybody. What have I gotten from it?"

"Lots of good stories, honey. You just didn't know most of them were true at the time, but they got you off, didn't they? Our sex was always better when I was telling you about Mark or when you were pretending to be Mark. You can't deny that, honey."




Story Telling Ch. 04



Part 4

After Midnight

After getting some mouth wash from the hall bathroom and cleaning my face up, I went in search of Aila. I found her talking with a large group, including Mark and Tamara, but thankfully neither of the men who had been in the back with May and me. When she saw me, she gave me a smile and a big kiss. I hoped she didn't notice anything. "There you are. I wondered where you had gotten off to. You haven't been sneaking off with one of the young women here, have you?" This got a laugh from the group. 

"You know you can trust Terry, Aila," Mark interjected. "He knows how good it has it at home, don't you, dude?" He gave me a shoulder punch. "Hell, this lady is more than enough for you anyway, right?"

"You got that right. She's a great lady." Aila gave me a sweet smile, and rewarded me with another kiss. She even gave my ass a grab, drawing hoots from the group. We hung out there for a while, then Aila started to circulate again. I noticed May standing just outside, and began to work my way toward her, but as I got close, I saw Bud was standing with her. So he had made it after all? She saw me and gave me a smile, but I just nodded and veered off to get another drink. I floated outside for awhile to get some solitude, staying out there for over a half an hour as I relived the blow job May had given me. I almost didn't realize it was coming on midnight until it was too late. Quickly I went inside and located my wife just in time. The countdown began, yells went up, and Aila and I were wrapped up in each other. We weren't aware of anybody else for several minutes.

When we finally pulled apart, we shared a glass of champagne someone had pressed into my hand. As I took a sip, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "So you think May gives a better blow job than I do?" I started coughing as some of the liquid went down the wrong way. Aila hit me on the back a couple of times. "Wow, careful, honey. You sound like you're gagging on something. I thought she was going down on you!"

"What . . . What are you talking about?

"Don't deny it. I was just speaking with May a while ago, and she told me that you told her that she was a much better cock-sucker than I am! Honey, I told you that I didn't mind if you got lucky with some young bimbo tonight, but I don't like you telling other women they're better lovers than I am!"

"I didn't really say it like that," I responded defensively, then thought better off it. "But what if I did? You've never been able to bring me off with just your mouth. I think she could have done it if she had finished."

"Oh, so she didn't get you off either, huh? What, you two were interrupted, or something?" I was glad she hadn't gotten the full story from May. "Well, I told May that you were probably so happy to get some other woman's mouth on your dick that you'd say anything. She actually wanted to bet me on it, honey, with you being the judge."

That sounded like a good idea to me, judging which of the two gave better head. "I'm up for that. When should we do it?"

"Right now, Terry. We're supposed to meet her back in one of the bedrooms. Are you ready? You'll see just how good I can be at sucking dick when I put my heart into it."

That sounded good to me. "What about Bud?"

"Hey, that's for that slut to worry about. Come on." She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me through the crowd of people still in full New Year's revelry. A few of them grabbed at us, wishing us Happy New Year but we made our way through the crowd, down the hallway, and to the same room May and I had slipped into before. May was already there, alone, smiling confidently. She looked confident and very sexy, having already shed her dress for the competition. She stood in front of us clad only in her bra, panties, stockings, and high heels, looking ready to show my wife just what giving good head meant. 

"So, are you ready to be the judge, Terry? You're not going to mind seeing your wife lose to me, are you?" 

I laughed, but only briefly as I saw Aila slip her dress off. She had even less on then May, since she hadn't worn a bra. Her heavy breasts swung free in response to the challenge. I gulped. "I'm willing to be impartial in this contest, even though it may be hard for me."

The ladies laughed at my pun. I began to unbutton my pants to get ready when Aila walked back to the door and opened it. "That's good, honey, because May and I both know how difficult it is for you to be hard. That's why we made sure to have lots of willing subjects for you to judge us with." Standing at the door were six men, including May's husband, Bud, and Tamara's husband, Mark. They all filed in with big smiles on their faces. "I think by the time with finish with these specimens, you should have a pretty good idea of who the best cock-sucker is."

"Aila, I don't understand. I thought I was going to be the judge!"

"You are, honey. Oh, you thought you were going to judge how well we gave you a blow-job? But that would be silly, Terry. There's two of us, and you can only cum once, if that! This way, you can see us with three cocks each, and see which of us can get through all three the fastest. That's much fairer and realistic, isn't it, honey? You do want to see a real contest, don't you?"

No, I guess I really didn't. I wanted them to suck me off, but I could see her point. "I still think I . . ."

"Good, then it's settled. Now sit there and let's get this contest started. Make sure May doesn't try to stick anything up their asses; that's cheating!" 

May laughed. "You're just jealous of my experience. Make sure your wife doesn't just jack them off. No more than one hand on the cock at a time, and no rapid movements. It's a blow job contest, not a hand job challenge."

My god, who knew there would be rules? I had no sooner sunk into the chair than the two ladies went at it. May chose Mark as her first 'victim', taking his large cock out and quickly sucking the head into her mouth. Aila was unsure who she should start with, but after a moment's hesitation, she motioned Bud forward and began to pull down his pants. He was looking at me when his dick came into view, smiling proudly as a specimen the equal to Mark's fell into my wife's hand. Aila started slowly, licking and playing with it for a few moments before sucking on it in earnest. Now the two heads were flying up and down while the other four men cheered them on, almost drowning out the sucking sounds emanating from the two women. 

Aila finished first, getting Bud to shoot off into her waiting mouth in a little more than five minutes. She pushed him away, and ordered the young blond over to take his place. He already had his dick out, a long thin piece of meat that my wife just swallowed whole. He grabbed a piece of furniture to steady himself, then just left Aila to her task. May was now swallowing the last of Mark's cum, gagging a bit in the process. A black haired Italian looking fellow stepped forward, and offered her his dick. She actually thanked him before going down on him, licking his balls before going to work on his shaft. He was polite enough to respond with a welcome, probably because it was his boss's wife shining his knob. Best to be safe in those situations.

Amazingly, May finished him off in under two minutes! She was moving to her third and final guy, while Aila was still stuck on number two. I watched my wife bobbing up and down rapidly while the guy yanked on her hair. He didn't seem close, yet May was confidently waving number three over to her, another dark-haired guy, but more muscular than the one before. I watched as she calmly took her third dick of the night (not counting mine) into her mouth, and swirl her tongue around the head.

Bud came up behind my wife, his dick already hard again. "I think your wife needs something to motivate her. I've got just the thing!" With that, he spread her legs a bit more, then slowly pushed his prick between her legs from behind. Without breaking her rhythm, Aila pushed back against him. Now she had a cock in each end, the two men working together to force as much cock into her a possible. I could hear my wife moaning with pleasure, but she was still competing. She refused to take her mouth of the dick in front of her as she was pounded mercilessly from behind. Bud's cock was probably even thicker than Mark's and almost as long, but my wife seemed to have no trouble handling it. In fact, Bud seemed to have been right. Aila seemed to work even more enthusiastically on the blow job as she was getting drilled. Within a few minutes of Bud starting to screw her, she was swallowing another load of cum, and was going on to number 3, a young African-American with a long, thin dick. She went at it with a fervor as Bud continued slamming into her from the rear. The slapping sound he was making as be banged against her ass provided the tempo for the work her mouth did on the new organ.

May's big lead was too much to overcome, however. She finished off the muscle-bond guy with a flourish, letting him cum on her tits when he finished, then rubbing his cock all over her face to let everyone see that she was the winner. As Bud watched her, he started to clench up, and soon a load of sperm was shooting deep into my wife' stretched out cunt. "Alright, Terry, who's the winner?" May gloated. "You are, May." "Then how about giving the winner a kiss? Enjoy what a good cock-suckers mouth feel like?"

She got up, walked over, and sat in my lap. She took my face in her hands, and pulled me to her. She tasted of cock and cum, but the thrill still gave me a hard-on. Her tongue worked her magic in my mouth, while I heard someone say something about the contest being over. May kept kissing me, and I couldn't help but wish that my cock had been one of the ones in the contest. Finally she pulled away, leaving me looking at the young black guy fucking my wife from behind. Apparently, since the contest was over, he figured he should enjoy her pussy as well as her mouth. She was facing us, watching May and I neck while he fucked her slow and deep. Aila was moaning loudly, but she kept looking right at us.

"Who's the best cocksucker, Aila," May bragged? "Come on, admit it!"

"You are, May. You are the best! I just can't seem to stop preferring fucking to sucking. I don't know how you do it?"

"I love the power, Aila. Besides, with the kind of fucking Bud gives me, he sort of spoiled me for other guys. Of course, Bud is a bit jealous about letting me get fucked, huh Bud, but he just loves to see me sucking cocks!"

"Your pussy and ass are mine, dear," Bud agreed. "But I do love to share your mouth with the world!"

My wife continued to get loudly fucked as we talked. They all seem very comfortable with one another. "I think, Terry, that you're going to have to get used to sharing a lot more than Aila's mouth with the world. She has the making of a world class slut, and it would be a pity to waste that kind of talent."

"I don't mind sharing some, but I would like to get involved in some sharing as well."

May laughed, while my wife seemed to giggle, though it was hard to tell when she was now getting fucked violently, and loudly by her lover. "Oh, Terry, I've told Aila how nice it must be to be married to such a gullible husband. What fun! I look forward to trying to get you to cum in my mouth. What a challenge!" I looked forward to it as well; I squirmed under her weight. "But you've seen Mark now, right? How much do you really have to share?" She gave me a long, lingering kiss as we heard the man groan, then yell "I'm cumming in you, bitch!" May pulled away to look at me as we listened to the lovers, then she gave me a light, sweet kiss. Afterwards, she stood up, gave Aila a kiss, then started to dress.

Aila and I were the last to leave the room. I wanted to leave quickly, and thankfully my wife agreed, but before we could slip away, Tamara caught up to us. "So I heard May beat you again," she smiled. I looked at my wife, who was grinning in an embarrassed manner. Again? "When are you going to learn? Terry, did you know how competitive your wife is?"

"I had no idea . . . About a lot of things." The ladies both looked at me. "Sometimes I don't even know when there is a competition going on."

Tamara smiled understandingly. "I guess it must be difficult when you're the only one who doesn't know what the game is or who's playing. Maybe you'll be happy being a spectator at least." She gave Aila a kiss and let us quietly slip away.

Truth reprised

We drove home and went to bed in silence. I slept in the guest bedroom, and when I awoke, I went for a long hike. So it wasn't until the late afternoon that we spoke about what was happening. Obviously, Aila hadn't told me everything last time after the Christmas party, and now I pressed for the "whole truth this time, and don't lose anything out. Tell me everything!"

"I don't know if I can tell you everything, Terry. I've gotten so used to keeping secrets from you that I don't know if I can stop. I just love knowing that part of my life is separated from yours. It makes me feel more of a woman whenever I think about our relationship and that you aren't able to control me whatsoever."

I was shocked! "So do you want a divorce, is that what you're saying?"

"Don't be so conventional! Of course not, I still love you. In fact, I think our marriage will be stronger than ever. . . if you accept your role. I won't go back to the way it was, honey. I like being in charge. I like having other lovers, men that satisfy me in ways you can't. I like having you unsure what I'm doing, or who I'm doing it with. If you can accept that is who I am, and learn to enjoy it, I know we'll be even happier."

"What do you mean, 'who I am'?"

"Just that I've come to realize I am a slut, and I like being married to a cuckold."

"A what?"

"A cuckold, honey. A husband with an unfaithful wife. A man whose wife enjoys making him wear horns."

"But why?"

"Besides all the great sex? I don't know, honey. At first I thought the stories we were making up were weird, but after awhile I wanted to try them out for myself. I found I loved it, honey. The more I played around behind your back, the more I wanted to do it again. I couldn't get enough. I wanted to fuck every guy I met. Strangely, it even made the sex between us better. I loved having you fuck me a few hours after someone else, you totally clueless that I was thinking about them not you. You see, it makes our sex even better, especially when you eat me out."

"So you've been doing it with guys other than Mark, right?"

Aila laughed. "Of course, haven't you figured that out yet? I have fucked almost every guy at the party tonight, most of them several time." Aila laughed even harder when she saw my face. "Oh, May is so right about how delicious it is to be married to someone as gullible as you! You actually thought Mark could cum so much in one load? When you ate me out at the Christmas party after he fucked me, two other guys had already cum in my pussy, and I had given Bud a blowjob. Wow, you must have thought Mark was Superman!" 

Actually I did. I remembered there had seemed a great deal of cum for one guy, but I figured some guys must cum more than others. Aila continued. "Last summer, once I got a taste of Mark's cock, I couldn't get enough. Tamara wanted help keep Mark's sex drive under control, but she didn't want me fucking him every day, and that is what I wanted. He hooked me up with Bud, who has a open relationship, sort of, with May. He's an incredible lover, Terry, even better than Mark in some ways. But even he wasn't enough. He was married too, so I couldn't fuck him whenever I wanted. May was the first to recognize what a slut I really was, so she told Bud to start using me to reward his crews for doing jobs quickly and well. All summer I was getting banged by almost all of his workers, taking cock after cock while you were at work. Sometimes Tamara would come over to watch, and give an occasional blowjob, but mostly they were all mine, honey. I must have had enough cum in me to float a battleship. And you ate most of it out of me!"

"I can't believe it!"

"Sorry, but it's true, honey. You've probably swallowed more cum than a Mustang Ranch whore! And you never knew! Can you see what a turn-on that was for me? My own husband happily cleaning my lovers cum out and thinking the whole time my hormones were changing. Incredible, isn't it?"

It was. "How many men have you been with?"

"Besides Mark and Bud? And of course, Marcus you know about. And Mikhial and Ray." I started, which caused Aila to smirk. "OH yes, they were real! And real good!" I just shook my head while she continued. "Let's see. I guess twelve of his crew, plus one guy I picked up while Tamara and I were out one night, just to see if I could do it." Eighteen men, and I never knew about any of them except Marcus! What an idiot!

"You screwed all of those men behind my back? I can't believe it!"

"Well, if you can't believe it, I do have lots of videos, but you'll have to be good in order to see them. They aren't all as good as the stuff Tamara shot, but they should convince you I'm a slut. In case you still doubt it." I didn't.

"So how many of them . . .I mean, did all of them . . ."

"You want to know if all of them were better in bed than you are, don't you? How thoughtful. You want to be sure I was being well serviced, right?" Not exactly. "Well, not all of them were better lovers, that would be too much to ask for. That's why some of them I only screwed once. Let's just say you've already been knocked out of the top fifteen and are on your way out of the top twenty soon."

"What do you mean? Are you still screwing all those guys?"

"Don't be silly. If I were still screwing the same guys, that wouldn't push you down the rankings, would it?" I guess not, though I wasn't focused on my position. "No, most of those guys I haven't fucked since the summer. Once I went back to work, I realized I needed to slow up some. I felt like I was making up for lost time at first, as if all our years of marriage had been wasted and I needed to make up for it." Wasted years. That was hard to hear. "But now I've slowed up; a few guys a week on the side is usually enough." That's good, I guess. "No, the reason your ranking is going to keep dropping is that I plan to add some new lovers to the mix."

I didn't understand this at all. "What, you don't have enough guys to keep your cunt happy?" I tried to sound as cruel as possible, but she just laughed. "That's not it. Normally, I only fuck Mark, Bud, Ray, Marcus, or Mikhail. I don't usually do any of the crew any more. Last night was an exception. No, I just want to try something new."

"Who? Why?"

"Oh, I don't know exactly who, but I do know why. All of the guys that have been my lovers have been men you don't know or rarely see. Tamara and I agreed that after we brought this out in the open, I should seduce some of your friends and acquaintances so you can be a real cuckold. Doesn't that sound hot?"

"No it doesn't! Why would you want to fuck my friends? In fact, why would my friends fuck you?"

"Oh, I think plenty of your friends will want to fuck me. Jason for one, and that guy you just started playing tennis with. He's cute." Jason would probably fuck her; he's a hound. I didn't think Reg would, but I didn't know him that well. "Our neighbor Wally you know is always hitting on me, and there are a couple of guys at work that I wouldn't mind having feed their cum to you."

I was getting light-headed. What was she thinking? "You can't mean Frank? You know I hate that asshole! I couldn't stand knowing he fucked you!"

"Don't worry, I won't tell you! That's part of the fun."

"But he'd know! Why would you do that?"

"Well, of course he'd know, honey. How could he not know if he's fucking me or not? And if he wants to tell you he can; it's his choice. But that's what I want to see. I want to know how many of your friends and coworkers are willing to cheat with me behind your back. That seems much more exciting than cheating on you with strangers. If they want to tell you, that's their choice, but when I screw guys you know I'm going to keep it a secret. Or maybe not. It might be fun to have you know who's fucking me and have them know that in order to get videos of me fucking other men you've eaten their semen out of me afterwards. That might be a turn-on too. There are so many possibilities."