54 comments/ 86436 views/ 43 favorites The Pattersons By: serpentongue "It looks like those folks who bought the Simpson place are finally moving in," said my wife Kathy. We were sitting at our breakfast table on Saturday morning, having coffee. "The moving van is pulling in there right now." "That took a while," I replied. "Yeah," she said. "I think there have been contractors working over there full time since they bought the place last year. "I bet that big old place took a lot of work," I said. "Those old houses have plenty of charm, but once they've been let go, it takes a lot of time and money to get them back into shape." The old Simpson place was what we had called that house ever since we had moved into the neighborhood twenty years ago, though no Simpsons had lived there for years. It was a big Victorian, set back a long ways from the street, behind lots of big oaks and maples. It had been built in the 1890's, long before the rest of the neighborhood was even here. And it was quite a spectacular thing in its day, I guess. Though it had been left to go down hill quite a bit in recent years. The previous owners suffered from the twin problems of being old, and not having a lot of money to spend on improvements, or even upkeep. "It'll be great for the neighborhood for that place to be fixed up again," Kathy said. "Do you know anything about the people who are moving in?" I asked. "Not really," she said. "I've seen them a couple times when I was out walking. They introduced themselves, seemed nice enough. They're about our age. Patterson is the name. Vince and Xenia Patterson." "They have any kids?" I asked. "No." "Well, that's a huge house for just two people. Did you say 'Xenia'? That's an odd name." "Yes. She has an exotic look about her," said my wife. "Like a gypsy or something." Later that day, as I was taking my usual run, I went past the old Simpson place, or Patterson place, I guess we should start calling it. A man and woman were down by the sidewalk as I slowed down. "Morning," I said. "Morning," said the guy. He was tall, about 6'2, with grey hair and a goatee that made him look, well, devilish. "I'm Sam Adams," I said. "We live just down the block." "Like the beer," said the woman. "I'm Xenia Patterson, and this is my husband Vince." She was tall, too, about 5'10", with long jet black hair, pulled straight back into a pony tail. Quite the figure too, I couldn't help notice. "Yeah, like the beer," I said. I heard that about ten times a day. "I think you met my wife Kathy the other day." I thought I saw them glance quickly at each other. Vince said, "I think so. Blonde with the perky nose and light blue eyes?" "That's right," I said. "You know anyone else in the neighborhood?" "No," said Vince. "We've been pretty busy with the house and all." "People around here are pretty nice for the most part, once you get to know them. I think you'll like it here," I said. After glancing at Vince, Xenia said, "Sam, if you and Kathy aren't busy, would you like to stop over for drinks tonight? It would give us a chance to get acquainted." I knew all we had planned for the evening was our usual tv watching. "Sure, that would be great," I said. "What time?" "How about 10?" "OK. We'll bring some wine," I replied. Once again I thought I spotted Vince and Xenia glancing at each other, each with a faint smile. "Looking forward to seeing you," said Vince. "And your lovely wife." My lovely wife. I reflected on those words as I headed home. It was true. Everyone remarked about Kathy's girl next door good looks. But in some ways her attractiveness had been a problem for me, in our marriage. Ever since we became a couple, I had to struggle with being jealous of the attention she always attracted from other men. I was sure she had always been faithful. Well, as sure as you can be about that sort of thing. But we had more than our share of arguments along the way. I tried to battle it, but the truth is that whenever I saw my beautiful wife talking to another man in even the most innocent way, I couldn't help wonder if maybe things weren't quite so innocent after all. She had never given me any reason to doubt her, but there had been many times after social gatherings of one sort or another when I would ask her why she was spending her time talking to this jerk or that jerk. I would tell her that I didn't like the attention they were paying to her. And she would fly off the handle telling me to back off, that there was nothing to it but innocent conversation, and I should stop being such a jealous prick. You know the routine. I knew it was my fault, thinking the worst when there was no reason for it. I tried to work on it, with mixed success. Kathy was delighted when I told her of the Patterson's invitation. "Great. That will give me a chance to wear my new sun dress," she said. She had just bought a new frothy yellow thing that showed off her tan to its best advantage. Then she looked directly at me and said, "I hope we're not going to have any jealousy issues, Sam." "Why do you always have to bring that up?" I asked. "Well, you remember that big fight we had after that party at the Desmonds last month," she said. I did remember, it ended with her exiling me to the living room couch that night after I interrogated her about the time she had spent at the party talking to her colleague from work, that idiot Pete Cameron. "Yeah. Don't worry about it. I'm heading out to get some wine," I said, as the front door slammed behind me. I mean, I was working on it, but it didn't help to be reminded of the history all the time. We walked up the Patterson's long driveway later that evening, about 10. After we rang the front door bell, Xenia appeared at the door. "Hi Sam, Kathy," she said. "Glad you could make it." I struggled to respond, because my jaw had dropped down to my knees. Xenia was a vision of sultriness, wearing a tight silky red dress, low cut in the front to reveal an enticing cleavage, also cut up one side to mid thigh. Vince stepped forward. "Wow, Kathy, you look good enough to eat. A tasty lemon treat! Come on in, both of you." "Hi Vince, Xenia," Kathy said. "Welcome to the neighborhood." Vince's arm circled Kathy's waist as he escorted her inside. And Xenia took my arm at the same time. "Why don't we open up some of that wine you've brought?" I heard Vince ask. Soon we were all relaxing in a large sitting room located toward the rear of the house, sipping on a 10 year old Merlot. We're kind of wine junkies, I guess, and everyone really seemed to be enjoying this selection. Pretty soon, we were working on the third, then the fourth bottle, and I wasn't feeling much pain. We had run the conversational gamut. Vince had talked about his job -- he was a retired music producer who had made most of his career promoting various Caribbean artists. They had lived in St. Lucia and the Grenadines for about fifteen years before moving here. Xenia had gotten a position here in town about six months ago as the CEO of a local public relations firm, and that was why they moved here. Against that exotic background, it seemed a little bit vanilla for me to say that I was a partner in a local law firm, specializing in medical products litigation, and that Kathy taught 11th grade at the local high school. Between glasses of wine, Vince had introduced us to some special liqueurs he had brought from the islands, with a "special kick," he said. A few of those, and another bottle of wine, and as the evening wore on, it seemed to me that Kathy's eyes had begun to shine, and she was hanging more closely on Vince's conversation. I couldn't remember exactly how it happened, but during the course of the evening, after moving casually back and forth, looking at the excellent art works on the walls, and retrieving more wine from the kitchen, we had ended up paired, with Vince and Kathy sitting on a long sofa at the far end of the room with their backs to us, facing out a broad bay window at the dark night beyond. And Xenia and I at this end. When, as we were discussing the local political scene, or something, Xenia leaned close to me and whispered, "Sam, come with me for a minute." My brain was a little big foggy, and I answered, "What? What do you mean?" "Shhhhh," she said. "I want to show you something." She was already standing and extended her hand. "Sure. OK. I'm game," I said, as I arose and followed her out the door on our side of the room. Kathy and Vince, engaged in their own conversation, seemed oblivious to us leaving. Xenia took my hand and we turned down a long hallway. Finally we approached a door on the left, and she gestured. I went through the door and she followed. Behind us I heard the door close with a loud couple of clicks. "What is this?" as I looked around the room, which was set up with several sofas arranged in a row facing a blank thirty foot wall at one end of the room, covered with a large abstract painting. The lighting was a subdued red, and I could hear some soft jazz coming from hidden speakers. "It's our theater room." She pointed at the painting. "That painting is retractable, for when we want to have our viewings." That seemed like an odd way to say it. I asked, "You watch movies in here, then?" "Not exactly," she said. "Here, have a seat, and I'll show you." She produced two more liqueurs for us. "Sit down." I relaxed on the comfortable sofa and watched as she pushed a button on the table next to us. Slowly the picture receded into the ceiling, revealing a large window, through which we were viewing the room we had just left. "I don't...." I began. "It's a special glass. We can see them, but they can't see us," she said, sipping her amber liqueur. Even though the lighting was low in the other room, strategically placed lights allowed us to clearly see Vince and Kathy sitting on the coach. And somehow, their images were magnified, so that it seemed we could reach out and touch them. "We have microphones and speakers, too," she said. "I'll turn them up in a minute so we can hear." "Hear?" I asked. "Hear what?" She looked directly at me with a slight smile on her red lips. "I brought you in here Sam, so that you and I can watch Vince fuck your wife." The room seemed to spin a little. "What!?" I said, shakily. "What the hell are you talking about?" "That's right, Sam. Vince is going to fuck your lovely wife right in front of us. She won't know we're watching of course. But he will. That's what really turns him on." I was speechless for I don't know how long. Then I blurted out, " Do you know the penalty for rape? Do you want Vince to spend the rest of life in prison?" Xenia giggled a little then. "Oh it won't be rape, Sam. Believe me. It won't be rape. You're innocent wife is going to be begging for Vince's cock before very long. Believe me, I've seen it before. Plenty of times. You see women can't resist him." "This is ridiculous," I said. "We're leaving. Right now." I got up and went to the open the door, only to find it locked. "Okay, Xenia. That's enough," I said. "Open the door." "But I can't, Sam," she said, sipping her liqueur. "It's automatically locked from the outside. Only Vince can let us out." At this moment I realized I had left my cell phone in the other room. Xenia smiled. "Might as well relax, Sam, and enjoy the show. I plan to." "What kind of crazy pleasure can you get from watching your husband attack my wife?" I asked. "Oh Sam, Sam. Nothing will happen that she doesn't want to have happen. And I just love seeing Vince work his mastery over new women. It turns me on." "Well, you can forget about it this time," I replied. "This is going to be pretty boring. Because I know Kathy. I know my wife. And there's no way, no way, that she is going to be anything but outraged." "We'll see, honey," said Xenia. "Let's turn up the sound." "What kind of liqueur is this, Vince?" I heard my wife ask as I watched her and Vince sitting closely together. "It has me feeling...I don't know....I can't really describe it. Kind of hot and also shivering, all at the same time." "It's an exotic blend from Montserrat, Kathy. It's reputed to have some very special powers." He leaned over and refilled her glass with the golden liquid. She took another sip. "What kind of special powers?" she asked. "Well, the word on the island is that it puts you in, well, in a kind of special mood. Mellow, even erotic. The mood for love. You'll like it. I promise you'll like it," said Vince. "I'll have to tell Sam," Kathy said, turning to see where I was. "Where did he and Xenia go? They used to be sitting right behind us." "I think Xenia is showing Sam some of the rest of the house," he replied. I turned to Xenia. She smiled my way. And said, "You'll get to see for yourself the effects of the liqueur, Sam. And the effects of Vince. Watch now. I think Vince is going to ask your wife to dance." And as I looked at Vince and Kathy, sure enough he said, against the background of some soft slow music, "May I have this dance, Kathy?" She finished off the rest of her glass and said, "Sure, Vince. I love to dance." "This doesn't mean anything," I said to Xenia. "A little innocent dancing. That's all." And Vince took my lovely wife in his arms, and as they began a slow dance together. One song melted into another, each slow, but with an insistent beat. They seemed to move effortlessly together, stopping now and then for refills of the magic liqueur. I heard Vince whisper into Kathy's ear, "You are a very enticing dancer, my dear. I think we should take this another step." "mmmmm"....said my wife......"what do you mean?" And Vince stopped, and leaned down and kissed my lovely wife full on the mouth. Long. And hard. ""Here we go," said Xenia. "ooohhhh" said Kathy. "That feels soooo good, Vince. But I don't know. My husband....." Her words halted as Vince leaned down again and kissed Kathy again. Even harder this time. "mmmmmmmm" I heard my wife moan, then as I watched in amazement, she reached around behind Vince's head, pulling him harder against her. Wanting him. Xenia looked at me. "She's starting to love his tongue in her mouth, Sam. And hers in his. She's going to want more. Much more. Believe me, I know." And I watched as my lovely wife had opened her mouth wide, accepting Vince's probing tongue. They're mouths pressed harder against each other, Kathy's moans becoming louder and louder, filling the small room. Their tongues swirled and thrust against each other. They had stopped any pretence of dancing now, and just stood there, Vince's tall figure leaning over my wife. Their mouths working against each other. Holding their kiss longer and longer. "Look at Vince's hand caressing your wife's breast now, Sam." And my eyes grew wider as Vince, holding his kiss longer with Kathy, moved his hand slowly lower, and lower still, now circling gently over her right breast. "See her arching her back toward him, Sam? She can't help herself. I've seen it many times before." It was true. Kathy had leaned her head back now and was arching her breasts into Vince's magic hands. "mmmmmmmmmmmmm" I heard her moan. "Still bored, Sam? Still counting on your wife to resist?" "I, I don't know..." I responded. I felt divorced from reality. "She's always been true to me..... I don't know." And just as I said those words, I turned to hear my wife say, "No Vince. No. I don't know what's come over me tonight. I feel like I'm.....I can't explain it. But I can't be unfaithful to my husband. I love him." I said to Xenia, "See? That's my wife Kathy talking. I told you she would never betray me. Not this way." Xenia smiled, "We'll see," she said. "He's going to get out the special Caribbean stuff now." Then I heard Vince say, "Sure, Kathy, just relax. Sit down here next to me." He reached for her hand and guided her down next to him on the large couch. "I have something special I want you to try." "Where is my husband, Vince?" Kathy asked, looking around. "I'm sure Sam and Xenia will be back soon," said Vince in a low and soothing voice. "While we're waiting for them, why don't we try some of this?" he said, removing a large rolled cigarette from a walnut box. "What's that, Vince?" said Kathy, distracted now from her earlier questioning of my whereabouts. "It's some very special marijuana, grown only in the highlands of St. Kitts," he said. "Very potent, especially for women." Kathy giggled, "Oh Vince," she said. "I haven't smoked any weed since college." "Try it, baby," he said, handing it to her. And she took a long toke, holding it in, then coughing a little. "Easy, honey," said Vince. "Not so much all at once." And she took another draw, more slowly this time. And then another. And another. Xenia said to me, "It's just a matter of time now, Sam. And not that much time, either. I'm sure he's ready for the video soon." "He's not going to record all of this, is he?" I said, stunned. "Of course he is, Sam," answered Xenia. "But that's not what I meant. Look over there, honey." And now I could see a large video monitor in the room where Vince and Kathy sat on the large couch. It was positioned where Kathy could see it easily, from her position now slouching lower in the couch, evidently in love with her Caribbean joint. Vince murmured low, "check out the action on the screen there, Kathy. That could be you baby, just relax now.....just relax and think about how much you'd like to be doing what she's doing right now." Kathy turned her head lazily and through half closed eyelids gazed at the screen. I was focused on it too, and coming into focus was the figure of a man. The back of his head. Buried between the legs of a woman. And now the sound of the woman on the screen filled the room, "Oh Vince, don't stop, baby. You're driving me crazy with your hot wet tongue...ohhhhhhhhh yesssssss. Aahhhhhhhh. Do it to me baby....ohhhhh godddddd....." And now the woman's face, her mouth opened and moaning uncontrollably. Her head flailing wildly from side to side. Yes. It was Xenia! Kathy's eyes widened now. "Vince," she said. "Is that you? And Xenia?" "That's right, baby," said Vince, speaking over Xenia's cries of ecstasy in the background. "It's a special, private production. Only for our closest friends. And you, Kathy, you and I are about to get closer. A lot closer." His voice was low and seductive. And Xenia's moans continued on the screen. "Oh God yes, baby," she cried. "Make me cummmm, baby...Ohhhhhhhhh, yessssssss." "Vince, I don't know," said Kathy. "It all seems so.....forbidden....so illicit. But", she whispered to him, "all this is really turning me on.....I don't know...I've never felt this way before....." Vince cut off her conversation by moving in and kissing her deeply. Xenia said to me, "It looks like your wife likes porn, Sam. Did you know that?" I could only recall the one time I had suggested we watch some adult movie on cable. Kathy claimed then that she wasn't interested in "that kind of stuff" at all. But looking out there at her tonight, she seemed like a different person. Xenia said, "You know, she's remembering those earlier kisses Sam. And wanting more." I stared at Xenia for a moment, her exotic face and sultry figure. Looked at the screen in the other room showing Vince performing oral sex on her in high definition. How had I come to find myself in this crazy situation? "Oooohhhh, Vince," I heard my wife cry, and turned to look at her and Vince on the couch. Vince had already unbuttoned the top three buttons at the front of her yellow sun dress. His large hands were caressing her upthrust breasts, her nipples already hardening. She wasn't looking at him but was gaping at the screen, slouching down even further in the huge couch. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open as Vince slowly rubbed her sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The Pattersons From the screen Xenia was screaming, "Your tongue, baby. Your hot wet tongue is soooo gooood right there....yes right there on my clit baby.....ohhhhhhh I want you to make me cummmm. Make me cummmmm!!! Yessssss!!! And now Vince was letting my wife experience his tongue first hand herself. Her breasts glistened under his mouth now, with him leaning over her and circling her hot hard nipples round and round and round with his tongue....and she was arching her back now hard up toward him. "She's his, now, Sam....his." Xenia said softly to me. "No," I said. "Not my Kathy. No." And Xenia smiled at me as she slowly, tantalizingly removed her tight red dress. Soon, the dress was lying on the floor with her totally naked body displayed before me in the soft light of our "viewing room," as she called it. I was mesmerized by Xenia's luscious body. Her firmly upthrust large breasts, the dark mysterious area between her legs, and her exotic smile. I must have just sat there for several minutes, looking. Then Kathy's voice again called me back to the scene in the other room. She was beneath Vince on the couch now. Her dress was pulled down to her waist, with her breasts completely uncovered, and Vince driving her crazy with his tongue moving over her sensitive nipples again and again. "Yessssss.....baby...." I heard my wife cry.....Right there....Yes!!! Right there...... Ohhhh godddd yessss...I want....want...." "What do you think, Sam?" Xenia asked me. "Turning you on?" I couldn't respond, my mouth was so dry. But there was no doubt. I was starting to get hard, watching all of this. It was like sensual overload. Vince continued to stroke and lick my wife's nipples, while he began pulling her dress down. As she continued to look at the screen through lowered eyelids, she reached down and took one more long toke from the Carib joint. "C'mon Baby," purred Vince. "Help me out." Just then from the screen came Xenia's voice -- "Ohhhh goddddd I'm cummmmmingggg!!!!! Yessssss....baby.........do it......do it to me now!!!! Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh!! And on the screen her hips thrust in spasms up against Vince's face and long powerful tongue.....again and again and again.... And as I watched my loving wife, she never took her eyes of the screen, and slowly, almost imperceptibly, raised her hips to allow Vince to pull her sweet yellow sundress all the way off, leaving her laying naked beneath him wearing only her white panties, a real contrast against her tanned skin. The real Xenia said to me, "She's almost naked now, Sam. And wanting him. Wanting Vince to take her. Are you getting hard, baby?" By this time Vince had removed Kathy's panties too, and had removed his own shirt and pants; wearing no underwear, he was quickly lying naked next to my wife. Xenia said, softly, "Look, Sam...Look at Vince's cock....He's hard.....and huge...He's huge, Sam." I noticed that the scene on the screen had changed now. Xenia's full red lips were wrapped around Vince's cock. I had never seen anything like it. He was long, thick and looked as hard as steel. Xenia could barely accommodate his girth in her mouth, but she was definitely doing her best. Looking back at Kathy, I could see she was fixated on the image on the screen. Lying there naked on the couch, the soft light accentuating the curve of her breasts, and of her hip, she was riveted through lowered eyelids on Vince's huge cock disappearing into the red "o" of Xenia's mouth. Vince, lying beside her, was stroking higher and higher up her thigh, and her hips were beginning to move rhythmically. But before he could reach his goal, her own hand slowly crept down, lower and lower still, her finger now softly caressing the folds of her pussy, sliding now over her clit. "aaaaahhhhh" escaped my wife's lips as she slowly began to pleasure herself... "Have you ever seen that before, Sam? Seen your wife masturbating?" asked Xenia. I noticed she was following Kathy's lead, and now began stroking herself slowly, sensually. I had to admit that I never had seen anything like this, not in all our years of marriage. I don't even know whether she ever touched herself before. But there she was tonight, riding the Caribbean pot and the liqueur, and the porn, rubbing her clit....her hips moving, her legs splaying wider, and her lips opening now....her eyes narrowly focused on the screen... "Baby, you are about the hottest thing I've ever seen," said Vince. I had to agree. Then Vince leaned over my wife and kissed her so, so softly this time, her eyes closing, while her hand still fluttered over her moist clit. Within seconds, as she fingered herself, she came, "uhh, uuhhh, uuuuuuuuuhhhhh" and just that quickly, her orgasm was over. I said to Xenia, "I'll bet she just brought herself off so she could relieve the sexual tension without being unfaithful to me." "Dream on, baby," Xenia replied, "that was just the preliminary. She's about to have the best sex of her life. Just watch, you'll see." And as my gaze returned to the other room, I saw Vince kissing my wife once more, her mouth open and accepting his tongue, her tongue sparring with him. And now Vince's head moved down, tonguing her naked breasts once more, as her eyes closed and she pulled him closer to her. "ooooohhhhh yesssss, Vince....do it....do it to me....just like that baby..." I saw that Xenia was watching Vince and Kathy intently, too, now beginning to stroke her own hard nipples. And again I heard my wife's voice, "ooohhhhhhh, yessssssss, oooooh my goddddd" Xenia said to me, "She seems to be getting into it now, Sam. How about you, baby? Why should you be left out? I know seeing your wife with Vince like this, it's turning you on. Go ahead, stroke your cock now, Sam. I know you want to." And with these words my cock got still harder in my pants. Now I saw that , while Vince continued to tongue Kathy's breasts, his hand was creeping slowly up her thigh, stroking gently upward, then downward towards her knee, and then upward again, stroking now on her upper thigh. And now her left hand moved down. "She's going to push his hand away, Xenia," I said, more out of hope than anything else. Then Xenia and I watched together as my lovely wife's hand moved down across her thigh, her wedding band glistening on her ring finger. It did not stop above Vince's hand, but moved down below it. And then, as Xenia and I watched, her hand closed on top of his. And started pulling his hand upward across her thigh, drawing him closer and closer to her hot, wet pussy, as her hips began moving rhythmically in expectation. "Touch me baby, touch me right there....ohhhhhhh please.....do it nooowwwww," Kathy cried out. And Vince began to do just that, his entire hand seeming to cup her pussy lips as her hips spasmed up against him again and again, his middle finger now circling slowly, slowly over her clit. Vince leaned down and whispered in my wife's ear, "Look at my cock, baby....you've made me so hard for you." "Ohmigod, Vince, you're......you're...huge...." Kathy said. By this time I couldn't take it anymore and had removed my own cock from my pants, stroking it slowly. Xenia looked over at my cock, then at Vince's huge cock, then back at me. And then she smiled. She didn't say a thing. She just smiled. Vince continued whispering to Kathy, "Tell me what you want baby....tell me....that's all you need to do, and I'll make you feel like you've never felt before..." "Vince, I don't know.....I've never taken a cock anywhere near that big.......I don't know if I can," said my loving wife to Vince. "But you want it....you know you do, baby," said Vince, flicking his middle finger quickly across my wife's clit. "ohhhhh yessssss, baby," whispered my wife....."do me.....do me now, Vince......got to...got to have it...." "Relax, baby," said Vince. "We're going to take it nice and slow." And as he levered himself over my wife, she looked into his eyes, and he said, "Go ahead baby.....put it in....." And as my wife continued to gaze into Vince's eyes, she reached down with her left hand, her wedding band glistening again, positioning Vince's cock at the entrance to her vagina. Her hips continued to move slowly, waiting for him. He moved into her now, his cock just barely entering her.... My wife was in a state of disbelief, now.....looking upward into Vince's face, she was biting her lower lip in concentration. Vince continued slowly moving his cock into my wife's vagina, on each stroke penetrating just a fraction of an inch, now an inch, now another inch further. He was taking it really slowly.... "uhh....uhhh.....uhhhhh...oooohhhh....aaaaahhhh..." I could hear Kathy grunting now in time with Vince's movements. And now the two lovers began establishing a slow rhythm together, Vince taking his time, my wife moving under him, her hips rising slowly to meet him, then falling, then rising again, higher each time. Minutes went by. Now Kathy's hands reached around Vince's back, starting to pull him to her, as gradually, imperceptibly almost, he began to pick up the pace. Now I could hear his low male grunts in time with his steady thrusting, "unhh....unhhh....unhhh....unhhh..." He was unhurried, but steadily, steadily thrusting his huge cock deeper and deeper into my wife. Xenia said, "It looks like she's taken him all, Sam. I know she's never, ever, felt like this before. She entering a new world, honey." Xenia was slouched down on her chair now, her legs widely spread. I could see the moisture gleaming around her vagina in the soft light as she stroked herself. And I turned my gaze back to the other room, my where wife lay beneath Vince, her legs spread wider than I would have thought possible, Vince's huge cock buried in her pussy. Then pulling out and pounding her again, again, and again. Her hands were cupping his bare ass cheeks, pulling him, willing him into her, deep and deeper still. I noticed too that on the screen in there the scene had shifted again, with Vince now fucking Xenia on the big monitor. You couldn't hear the sound from the video anymore, though, as Kathy started crying, "Fuck me!!!!! Ohhhhh yessss!!!!!! Never knew.....never......never....knew.......could be....could be like this Vince........Don't stop baby!!!! Don't ever stop fucking me!!!!" Her whole life was down there now, between her legs, Vince's huge cock penetrating her further than she had ever been penetrated before. "Ohhhhhhh goddddddddd yessssssssss!!!!!!aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaa!!!!" Kathy screamed....Really screamed. Xenia, her hand moving lazily over her clit, said to me. "That sounded a lot like your wife cumming around Vince's huge cock, Sam. You think?" I sat there in stunned silence, my cock rock hard as I continued to stroke it, crazily aroused by this whole thing. And then Xenia said, "So Sam, does your wife ever orgasm when you're having sex?" I paused in the middle of stroking my own rock hard cock. "What are you talking about?" I said. "A simple question, baby," she replied. She had to raise her voice some now to be heard over Kathy's loud cries. "Ahhhhhhhh, baby......don't stoppppp!!!! Cummmminggggg againnnnnn!!!" "Sure," I said. "Of course." "Ever more than once?" Xenia asked ("Ohhhhhhhhh babbbbyyyyyyy dooooooo meeeeee againnnnnnn!!!!" from the next room as Vince continued his relentless pounding of my wife). "Yes. Sometimes." Xenia said, "Let me guess, Sam. You're lovemaking with your lovely wife usually consists of you going down on her, and getting her to cum. Once. Then you enter her and spurt after about four strokes. Am I on target?" I sat in silence, my hard cock in my hand. "That's about what I thought," said Xenia. "Tell me, Sam, have you ever been able to make your wife cum during straight fucking, you know, using your cock?" My look gave her the answer she needed. And I heard my wife cumming again, and then after a few seconds, yet again, under Vince's powerful thrusting. Looking into the other room, they looked like athletes working hard together now, sweat covering their bodies. My wife's hair was wet and plastered now against the sides of her face, as her head whipped in a frenzy back and forth. Her voice was now a little harder to recognize now, as she started babbling almost...."baby......your cock.....goddddd......soooooooo godddd....don't stoppppp ooooooooohhhh don't ever stop....got to have you......have you fucking me.....fuck me nowww!!!!!! Ooohhhhh yeessssss!!!! I couldn't help myself......I stroked my hard cock faster and.....soon I was spurting, up and over my hand. Xenia said, "Your lovely wife is learning about real orgasms tonight, that's for sure. Do you think she'll ever be satisfied in your bed again, Sam? After this?" And the fucking in the next room just went on and on and on and on. I lost track of Kathy's orgasms, as she continued to beg Vince to fuck her in every way imaginable. She told him she wanted him in her mouth. She wanted to swallow his cum. She wanted him in her ass. Vince said nothing, and just kept on fucking. His stamina and power seemed unending. He had been fucking steadily for at least 45 minutes now and showed no signs of slowing down. And Xenia said to me, "I've opened the door now, Sam. You can go. But I wouldn't bother going back to the other room. I suspect your wife might not even know who you are, with the sexual state she's in now. I'm guessing she'll be here all night, and maybe tomorrow and the next day too. I plan on getting a taste of her myself, and I'm sure she'll be excited to taste me." She winked and turned her attention back to Vince and my wife. My lovely wife. So I zipped up and walked out of the room. I didn't bother to go over to where Vince and Kathy continued their frenzied sexual exertions. Xenia was probably right. After all, she had been right about everything else. Oddly, the world seemed unchanged outside as I made my way home. The same trees. The same sidewalk. But I wondered how my life could ever be the same.