264 comments/ 119669 views/ 25 favorites The Reality of It All By: misterstan I walked in on them, my wife and her personal trainer, going at it in our own bed. I didn't hesitate for a moment. I grabbed a bat from the closet and cracked him right in the head. He crumpled to the floor, blood gushing from his skull. Ally looked up at me, eyes wide as saucers. "Please baby, please don't hurt me. It was a mistake. I'll never do it again, I'll do anything you want." I wrenched her off the bed, pushed her down to her knees next to the still twitching body of her lover and rammed my cock into her mouth, gagging her with my big tool. As she choked on my cock, I could see the change in her eyes, she was scared, but along with the fear was a new respect, and yes, love. I shook my head to clear the daydream. I was sitting in my office, feeling more alone that I have in life. I *had* walked in on my wife. I'd been scheduled to fly to Los Angeles for a deposition, but the case settled as I was waiting to board. I drove home unannounced and found them in our bed. He had my beautiful Ally folded in two, her ankles around her ears, as he rammed her brutally with his big cock. I'd met Manny before at the gym. Young arrogant prick, with the oily good looks of a Latin gigolo and the physique of a wide receiver. I remember having a bad feeling about him, but couldn't figure out a way to do anything about it without looking like an insecure, jealous jerk. In retrospect, that would have been a small price to pay. They were too engrossed with each other to notice me. He was like a machine, jackhammering into her very wet snatch. The room reeked with the mingled smells of sex, sweat, his cheap cologne and her expensive perfume. The sounds were even worse. Her pussy squishing as he filled her over and over, the sounds of bodies slapping together, and her high-pitched squeals, rising, rising, rising until she grunted a guttural, "oh God yes," before falling silent only to begin the cycle again as his relentless pounding continued. What the fuck do you do in a situation like that? Yeah, I thought about the bat. I guess a "real man" would have killed the motherfucker. But even as the thought passed through my head, I had another vision. Me disbarred, fired, working at McDonald's. Or worse, me in jail for the next 10 years or longer. Should I have confronted them then? Maybe. I dunno. At the moment, the last thing I wanted to do was face them. And looking back on it, I can't see how that was the wrong decision. God that would have been an ugly scene. Screaming, crying. The two of them naked. Him scrambling to get his clothes on with his big erect cock hanging out. Her trying to cover up with the sheets and explain herself. Like a scene from a fucking movie. No dignity. So I left. Slinked away if you want. I prefer to see it as getting a little distance so I could collect my thoughts and control my emotions. I went to the office, and that's when I realized how totally alone I was in all of this. I'm a pretty typical guy. I don't sit around with my friends and talk about personal shit. We watch football, play cards, go out fishing a couple of times a year. The closest we come to talking about sex is when we compete to find the crudest way to describe what we'd like to do to our Hooter's girl's tits. I'm not a churchy guy, and I don't have a therapist, and frankly the thought of going to someone, friend or not, and saying, "boo hoo, my wife's a whore, what should I do?" makes me cringe. I'm a member of an online fitness site that has a personal problems section, so I posted an anonymous question there. And of course, all the internet tough guys came out. "Kill the bitch." "Throw her out on her ass." "Kick his ass." Assholes. If you kill the bitch, you go jail. Your kids are orphans. Smart move. And you can't throw her out. At least not easily. We live in a "no fault" divorce state. I work, she's a stay-at-home mom for our two girls. Yeah, I could divorce her, but that would mean putting my ass on the street, not hers. I make a good living, pulled down just short of 300k last year, but she'd get custody, the house, alimony, and child care. How much of that 300k is left after taxes and all of that? Next to nothing. "Kicking her out" really meant moving into a small apartment by myself, while she continued to fuck Manny in my house on my dime. "Kick his ass" is the funniest suggestion. Manny is ten years younger than me, six inches taller, and in better shape than I ever even aspired to be. Yeah, I could take a bat to him, maybe, but then you get the jail problem. So what do you do? Walk up to him and say, "stop fucking my wife?" Then he smirks, and says "no." And then what? Beg? Plead? Try to bribe him? I took the only course of action I could. I decided to confront Ally. The best case here sucks too. The best case is that she cries and apologizes and promises never to do it again. You go through the nightmare that is couples therapy, where you find out the reason she cheated was because you were emotionally distant or working too much or some other bullshit. And in the meantime, you're always insecure about whether she'll do it again and walking on eggshells around her to avoid setting off any other emotional triggers. But I didn't even get that best case. I waited until she returned from dropping the kids off at a sleepover. At first she denied it. "I saw you. I walked in on you this afternoon." "Oh." "Is that all you have to say for yourself?" Ally is smart. It is one of the things that attracted me to her beyond her obvious physical charms; she's tall and lean, with long blond hair and blue eyes, petite perky breasts, and a stunning tight ass. But sitting there at the kitchen table, all I could see was her quickly processing the situation. The shock of the revelation in her eyes and then the rapid consideration of options and responses. It was this combination of Nordic beauty and calculation that often got her labelled an "ice queen," though that assessment was far from a complete picture of her. "I don't know what to say," she finally offered. I sighed. "Jeez Ally, no apology, nothing?" She nodded. "I am sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean for that to happen." "How about being sorry for cheating? Or promising not to do it again?" "I, um, I..." she began stammering. Then she took a deep breath. "I can't do that." I was shocked. "What?" I paused. Waited for her to continue. But she didn't. So finally, I asked, "Do you want a divorce?" "No, of course not," she replied quickly. I shook my head. "So you don't want a divorce, but you also don't want to stop fucking Manny?" "I, well, I..." she paused. "Look, Manny doesn't mean anything to me. He's as dumb as a box of rocks. I don't want to be with him, I just want to *be* with him." "Ally, it doesn't work that way." "Why not? It is just sex. Great sex. The best sex of my life. But just sex. I fucked other guys before you, you know. But it is just a diversion. Think of it like a hobby. Would you be upset if I was going to a book club, or something like that? It's just something I enjoy, that has nothing to do with you." For a moment, I was too stunned to respond. As a lawyer, I consider myself pretty adept at responding to arguments on the spot, but this one just threw me for a loop. "Do I not satisfy you?" I finally muttered pitifully. She patted my arm reassuringly. "Of course you do. But Manny doesn't just satisfy me. Sex with him is electrifying. He leaves me lightheaded." "Well, maybe we could trying some new..." I was getting desperate. She cut me off, and gave me a small condescending smile. "This is not about some Kama Sutra bullshit. He just bends me over or folds me in two. It is everything else. His washboard abs, his rock hard ass. God he's so fucking strong. And fit. He can go for hours. And his cock. He's hung like a horse..." Her words trailed off, and a dreamy smile came across her face as she thought about her stud. "So, you want to stay married, but you want to continue fucking him?" I said, now beginning to repeat myself. "What about me?" "Well, what's good for the goose is good for the gander, I guess. So if you want to have a purely physical affair, I won't complain." I shook my head. This was not at all how I had expected it to go. "I need some fresh air," I muttered as I grabbed my jacket and headed back outside. I drove back to my office, but ended up stopping at a bar in the hotel next door. It was a Friday evening, downtown. They had a band. Not a good band, but a band. Place was pretty crowded. Nice mix of couples and singles. Just the kind of place, I guess, where someone like me might look for an affair. I ordered a double scotch. Downed it. Ordered another. I looked around. Saw a couple of cute women at the other end of the bar, both obviously toasted. I thought of walking over. They were probably from out of town, maybe conventioneers. We'd chat, laugh, have a few more drinks. They'd talk about how much bigger downtown was than Topeka. I'd offer to show them around tomorrow. They'd agree gratefully. I'd ask if they were staying in the hotel. They'd offer to show my their room. Later, as we cuddled, our limbs intertwined, my hand cupping their large corn-fed breasts, I'd drift off to sleep, Ally the furthest thing from my mind. I shook my head to clear the daydream. Reality is, I'm 37 years old. Married father of two. I'm a bit soft around the middle, receding hairline. And I've been out of the game for over a decade. Heck even when I was in the game, I didn't have much game. A mutual friend set me up with Ally. She was a 22-year old nursing student at the time. I was a 25-year old third year law student with a good job offer in hand. We connected on an intellectual level first, talking politics for hours. The sex was great, at least I thought so. She was the hottest girl I'd been with, and obviously more experienced than me. I'd been with five girls total: A awkward first time with a high school girlfriend after prom, a couple of one-night hook-ups in college, an 18 month relationship with a painfully shy and self-conscious Korean classmate Junior and Senior year, and then a six month fling with a girl from my first year legal writing section. Now here I was, fantasizing about being a barroom Casanova when in reality I didn't have the first clue about picking up chicks. Jeez, "picking up chicks," even that phrase made me feel old. I ordered another drink. The role reversal of it all was stunning. When Ally quit nursing to raise the kids, it introduced a weird power dynamic into the relationship. I was professionally successful, making money, getting ahead. I always made sure to reassure Ally that it was a partnership, but when one person is putting on a suit everyday and going to work and earning all the money, and the other is staying home changing diapers, it does create some imbalances. But in terms of sex it was completely reversed. Ally could walk into any bar in the country, and in ten minutes be fucking some guy in the bathroom if she wanted. And not just because she's a stunning blond; any half-way decent looking woman could pull it off. And yeah, money talks. If I were a Wall Street shark pulling down a three million dollar bonus, that would also get the women coming out of the woodwork. But the reality is, a moderately successful lawyer, making in the low-mid six figures with a house and kids, is basically a middle class schlub in any large city. In my situation an "open marriage" means she fucks, and I jerk off. I'm not saying I couldn't find another partner if I got divorced. I probably could. But that would mean starting over. Losing the house. Only seeing the kids on the weekends. I knew too many guys in that situation, living on shitty takeout in a one-bedroom, paying to get laid a couple of times a year in places like Vegas, finally breaking out of that to get married to a chubby middle-aged women with two kids of her own and a list of issues a mile long. Another drink. I started to wonder if the current situation was so bad. I mean, what had really changed? As long as Ally was still willing to have sex with me, and she hadn't suggested otherwise, what difference did it make if she occasionally got fucked by Manny or someone else? Plenty of women learned to live with the fact that their husband was having an affair. Shit, the fucking Europeans practically make that the norm, don't they? My head was spinning. I thought about driving home. But I decided to get a room instead. I passed out with my shoes still on. ------- I woke up to my phone buzzing and my head pounding. I had a message from Ally. "Are you okay baby? I'm really sorry about all of this. I sent the kids off to my sister's for the rest of the weekend so we can talk if you want. Call me." I couldn't bring myself to talk to her. Instead, I texted back, "I'm OK. Gonna stay in the city for another day. Need to think." She texted back, "OK. I do love you." "You have a funny way of showing it," I thought to myself, but I decided to stop the texting. I took a shower. A long, brutally hot shower that turned the hotel bathroom into a virtual steam room and eased the throbbing in my head. When I got out, I realized all I had was my suit, so I decided to scoot back to the house and grab a change of clothes and some toiletries. I didn't want to see or talk to Ally. I was hoping she was out of the house, but regardless I was determined to slip in and out with minimal contact. I went in through the garage door. Her car was parked, but the house was quiet. I hoped she was out on a run or something. But as I started up the stairs, I heard her in the kitchen. She was talking on the phone. "Yeah, it sucked. He's all upset," she said, then paused to hear the response. "I dunno. He said something about staying in the city. I think he's at a hotel or something." Another pause. "No, I don't think that's a good idea." "I wanna see you too, but..." She giggled, "Okay, okay, come over." She hung up and started out of the kitchen. I backed away and ducked down into the basement staircase. I wasn't sure where she'd gone, but I decided to go upstairs to get my stuff so that I could get out of there as quickly as possible. As I approached our bedroom, I heard her again. She'd put on some music, and was sort of humming along as she fussed about. I ducked into the guest bedroom and peered in at her from behind a half-closed door. She was trying on various combinations of lingerie, checking herself out in the full-length mirror. God, she was sexy as she went through various outfits. There was the little blue satin teddy I'd given her for Valentine's day. And the thong and bustier from New Year's Eve. Each time she stripped down, she showed off her amazing ass, and her shaved snatch. She finally settled on a matching white lace French cut panties and demi-cup bra. She then brushed out her long, golden hair and put on a light touch of makeup around her eyes and some shiny red lip gloss. Finally, she finished off by dabbing on perfume, behind her ears, between her breasts, and along her inner thighs. The whole scene was unabashedly wanton, a woman preparing herself for her lover. The doorbell rang. She tossed on a short, sheer bathrobe, tied it loosely around her middle, and scampered off downstairs. I ducked into the now vacant bedroom, grabbed a few clothes and my toothbrush and prepared to make my escape. Unfortunately, when I got back in the hallways, I realized they were both still standing in the foyer. Standing and kissing passionately. I was cut off. He was dressed in sweats, though he somehow managed to make them look stylish. He'd untied her robe and slipped it off her shoulders, and his hands were now roaming over her body freely. As he caressed her lower back, she shuddered slightly. There was no talk, just the soft gasps and lipsmacks of energetic necking. He now slipped her bra straps off her shoulders, uncovering her nipples which he gently pinched and rolled between his thumb and forefinger. Ally moaned sultrily, her hands now rubbing his crotch through his sweats. Manny ran his finger up from her breasts up over her shoulder and along her nape. He traced the tip of her ear and ran his finger along her jaw line. Her mouth was parted sensuously as he circled her lips with his digit. She reach up and grabbed his hand, pulling his finger into her mouth. Their eyes were locked as she slowly suckled his finger, in and over, her tongue flicking out to circle it. Without a word, he removed his finger from her mouth and put his hands on her shoulders. She dropped to her knees and pulled down his sweat pants. He was wearing tightly cut briefs, his thick hard cock outlined prominently, the head marked by a gleaming wet spot of pre-cum. She lightly trailing her fingers along the length of his shaft. Then with a sudden movement, she yanked down his underwear, and his cock sprang out, standing at attention, a long, thick, bruising tool. She lovingly caressing his shaft up and down and then leaning forward she gently began suckling his heavy balls. He cock twitched, grew even longer, now curving slightly upward. She tongued his balls wetly, her hand, now well-lubed with pre-cum, squishing up and down his shaft. "Take off your shirt," she breathed lustily. He did, exposing his six pack and powerful chest. She sighed dreamily. She took his cock into her mouth, her hands now caressing his stomach. Ally is an accomplished cock sucker. She can swallow me whole without batting an eyelash, but she could barely get Manny's glans into her mouth. She made up for it by giving his cock broad tongue lashes up and down, and jerking his shaft like a pro. After a couple of minutes, it was almost too much for him. His hips were now thrusting in time with her strokes, and I could see him starting to tense as he tried to hold back. He buried his hand in her hair and pulled her to her feet. They resuming kissing passionately, Ally still vigorously working his shaft, and his hand now wedged between her legs, fingering her roughly. Suddenly, her grabbed her and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He grabbed a firm ass cheek in each hand, slid aside the fabric of her thong, and roughly impaled her pussy on his cock. She threw her head back and let out a throaty growl, her whole body now convulsing as she came hard just from being penetrated. Manny was just getting started though. He threw her up and down like a rag doll, jerking himself off with her pussy. When she recovered from her orgasm, she started fucking him back, slinging her hips into him, and grinding against his pelvis as she fixed him with a fiery glare. Manny stepped forward and pinned her against the front door, now fucking her so hard that I thought for sure they would burst the hinges. They were both grunting and gasping as they raced to the finish line. Ally made it first, her body again starting to spasm suddenly as she grunted ferally. Manny then came with a shudder and a satisfied, "fuck yeah." They fucked slowly now for a few more seconds, exchanging glances, kisses and giggles. He let go of her, and she unclenched her arms and legs, slowing dropping to the floor. Down on her knees again, she immediately starting licking his gooey cock clean. "God, you're the best," she moaned. "I know," he replied with a wink. She bit him playfully. "Asshole." "Do that again, and I take you upstairs and fuck your cunt so hard you'll need an ice pack just to sit down." She giggled and made of big show of bearing her teeth as she gently clamped down on his shaft. "Don't tell me I didn't warn you," he said, lifting her off the ground and throwing her over his shoulder as her carried her upstairs caveman style. The Reality of It All I barely managed to duck into the guest room again as they swept past me into the bedroom. He threw her down on the bed and hopped on, kneeling between her widely spread legs. The last thing I saw over my shoulder as I hustled out of the house was him spearing her muff yet again for what was likely to be a long, hard fuck. -------- I fled back to my office, which was virtually empty on a Saturday morning making it a good refuge. It was time to work the problem. I took out a legal pad and a sharpie and went at it. If there is anything my time as a lawyer has taught me it is that the key to any negotiation is figuring out who has the leverage. First Ally. My leverage was minimal. She'd already conceded my right to fool around on my own, so threatening that as retaliation was meaningless. Divorce was a crappy option for me financially and lifestyle-wise. The kids were a potential source of leverage. But while she may have turned into a cheating bitch, she'd never done anything to suggest she was an unfit parent, and anyway threatening to get into a contentious custody battle was a threat to cut off my nose to spite my face. I decided to hold that in my pocket, but realistically going into public court with the lurid situation was in a lot of ways worse than the just tolerating her whoring around. And anyway, I had no desire to drag the kids into this. My only real leverage was some sort of emotional blackmail. Go to her, cry like a baby, threaten to kill myself if didn't stop, something like that. Another thing to keep in my pocket, but again, the treatment here was worse than the disease. I could threaten to cut her off financially, but that made more sense in theory than practice. We had joint accounts, joint credit cards, as a married couple I was liable for her the debts she incurred anyways. I drew a line across the whole sheet. There was no good angle with Ally. My choice with her was to accept her behavior or walk away, paying through the nose for the privilege. Next Manny. God, I just wanted to kick the shit out of him. Remember that scene in Fight Club, where Narrator busts up Angel Face? I had dreams of doing that to Manny. But another thing I learned as a lawyer is, never bluff. I mean, maybe I could have scared him, but more likely Manny would just have laughed in my face if I threatened to beat him up. And of course, doing it for real wasn't an option. No way I was going to jail over this. I thought about hiring someone to do it for me. But again, I've seen too many of those things go wrong. The cops figure it out. Or you're now getting blackmailed by the guys you hired. Fucking disaster. I thought about trying to buy him off. That would actually probably work. I'd keep that one in my pocket too, but the thought of giving Manny a payday as a reward for tagging my wife was hard to swallow. Ultimately, I realized I did have one card to play with Manny. He seemed to have a nice little deal going on at the gym, getting paid to work out and make the moves on married women. And that I could cut off. My guess was that Ally was just one of many conquests, and that he'd be willing to walk away from her rather than lose his racket. I called up the club and found out Manny was scheduled to work that afternoon. That gave me a few hours to prepare my pitch. I grabbed a late lunch, had a couple of scotches to fortify myself and headed over the confront him. He was finishing off with a client when I got there, a cute redhead with a few extra pounds around the middle but a great rack and killer green eyes. She was probably on his list as well. I cut him off before he ducked into the trainer's room. "Got a second?" "Sure man, you looking to get trained?" "Naw, this is personal business." He gave me a queer look, and I realized he probably thought I was coming on to him. "No, that's not what I mean," I stammered and he shook his head. "Look man, maybe you should just talk to a different trainer, 'k?" This was not going right at all. I was already on the defensive. I decided to get just spit it out. "I want you to stop fucking my wife," I said, my voice training off to a whisper. He regarded me cautiously. "I think you got the wrong guy. I gotta go." I grabbed his arm. His rock hard arm. He gave me a dangerous look. I let go. "No, I have the right guy, and I want you to stop," I replied as firmly as I could. A thin smile crossed his face. "And which one is your wife?" "Ally," I said, and when he didn't respond, I continued absurdly "You know, tall blond, long hair, you were at my house this morning." He grinned. "Yeah, I know who she is. Look man, I don't know you from a hole in the wall. This has got nothing to do with me. You got a problem with your woman? Take it up with her. I gotta roll." He started to walk away. "Wait," I snapped. "Look buddy, you don't know who you're messing with." He turned back toward me and stepped in close. "I think I have a pretty good idea. You wanna take a poke at me. Go ahead. I'm right here." I took a step back, and a satisfied smile cross his face. "I'm not gonna fight you asshole," I said. "But I have other ways of fucking up your shit." For the first time, I'd managed to score a point. He gave me a curious look. I continued. "You think you're such hot shit. Prancing around this fucking gym like you own it, dumb twats spreading their legs just because you have good abs. I can make that go away. One call to the owner, and you'll be out on your ass. And don't think you can just go across the street and start over. I'll make sure get blackballed, but good. No one wants a fucking gigolo working in their club. So how about you just cool it with Ally, and you can keep living the dream. Or you can try to see how well you make it out on the street with your high school degree and no skills other than pumping iron." He glared at me angrily, a dull look in his eyes. "Community college," he replied. "Huh?" "I have an associates degree." I shook my head. "Whatever dude. Same fucking deal." "I..." he paused and shook his head. "You know what jack? You're full of shit. I was gonna go out and hit the clubs tonight, but instead, I'm gonna go back over to your place and drop a nice, thick load all over your wife's face. Think about that when you're jerking yourself off tonight." He turned and walked into the trainer's room, slamming the door behind him. In the back of my head, I sort of knew he wasn't going to make it easy. But having made the threat I now had to carry through. First get him fired. Then make sure he didn't get another job. It might take a couple of months, but sooner or later I'd break the motherfucker, and he'd be back to deal. I was disappointed that it wasn't over, but I now had a plan. The meeting with the club manager went about as expected. This wasn't the first complaint about Manny, though in the past it had just been a couple of women complaining about him making passes at them which he managed to dismiss as misunderstandings. The manager promised to fire him and also comped the next six months of club dues for me and my wife. I went back to hotel and ordered room service, a steak and a bottle of wine. I knew I still had a lot of work to do with Ally. I'd need to keep a closer eye on her. Once Manny dumped her, she'd probably realize how shitty she'd been, and I thought that maybe I'd even things out somehow, maybe by demanding a threesome or something. I went to sleep that night buzzed, but for the first time since I walked in on her and Manny, optimistic about the future. ------------ I took my time going home the next day. Slept late. Had brunch. When I got home, the kids were back, playing loudly upstairs. I could smell coffee brewing in the kitchen. It felt like home again. So, it is hard to express the shock I felt when I walked into the family room and and found Manny sitting there, drinking a beer and playing video games. It was like getting a blow to the chest. I couldn't breath. I stumbled backward into the kitchen. "Oh, you're home," Ally said, startling me. I turned to look at her. She was in sweats and a t-shirt, her hair in a pony tail, Suburban Mom 101. "What is *he* doing here," I hissed in a stage whisper. "Well, you should know," she sneered. "It's your fault." "Huh?" "Yeah, turns out he didn't only work at the gym, he rented a room from the manager, so when he got fired, the guy also kicked him out on the street." I stared at her in shock. "But why is he *here*?" "He had nowhere else to go, and since you made him homeless, I couldn't turn him away when he showed up with his duffel bag." I shook my head in disbelief. She continued, "I really can't believe you did that to him." "Me? The guy was breaking up my family." "Don't be so melodramatic. It was just a stupid fling. And anyway, I'm the one you should be angry with, not him. Jesus, he's just a kid, and you're a high-powered lawyer. Pick on someone your own size." I was about to respond when suddenly another thought jumped into my mind. "What about the kids, what did you tell them?" "I said that he's a long-lost cousin from out of town." As if on cue, the kids ran into the kitchen. "Daddy, daddy, you have to see this, Uncle Manny just beat the bonus level on Mario!" They then dragged me from the kitchen and made me sit there and watch as the man who was fucking my wife walked them through the secrets to beating some stupid video game. The rest of the day was a blur. It was like I was walking through a haze, and the six beers I downed didn't help. Still, for the sake of the kids, I kept it together. After dinner -- the five of us sitting around the kitchen table playacting an absurd family reunion -- Manny excused himself announcing he was going to pick up some of his other stuff. He was basically moving in. Ally and I got the kids to bed, and met back down in the kitchen. "Look, we need to talk," I announced. "Ya think?" "This is crazy. He can't live here." "Maybe you should have thought of that before fucking up his life." "He's the one who fucked up my life," I exclaimed angrily. But I realized this would be a pointless debate. I took a deep breath and redirected the conversation. "How long has this been going on?" She sighed. "That's the thing. You're not going to believe me, but I swear it's the God's honest truth. Friday was the first time anything happened." I regarded her skeptically. "I'm not saying it was completely innocent before. Lots of flirting. His reputation precedes him, you know, and I admit I was curious. But not even a kiss. Then Friday, I don't know. I was wearing my really tiny black tights and a sports bra, and he was checking me out shamelessly. There was something crazy hot about this young stud's obvious interest. He kept having to correct my form, pressing in close to show me the right way to do the movement, his hard body constantly brushing up against me. It was a hard session. I was sweaty, excited." "When he was stretching me after the workout, he had his hands on my thighs, my stomach. He spread my legs to stretch my hamstrings, and I could see him peering between my legs. I realized he could probably see my pussy outlined, and I was so excited that he could probably see that too." "He didn't say a word. Neither of us did. He just stood me up and pulled me into the handicap bathroom. He locked the door. We didn't even kiss. He just bent me over the sink, yanked down my tights, and buried his face in my vagina from behind. I was so wet already that he stopped almost immediately, stood up and shoved that gorgeous prick inside me. I came right away, and he was right behind me." "It happened so fast that I hadn't even really thought about what I was doing. But, God, it was so good, I knew I need more. So I invited him home." She paused now, her face flush with excitement at the memory. "I... Why... I..." I stammered. I took another deep breath. "So if it was just an impulse thing, why did you tell me you were planning on continuing to sleep with him when I confronted you?" "Oh God, I don't know. He'd barely left when we talked. My pussy was still throbbing from the best sex of my life." "And now, you've changed your mind?" She sighed. "I dunno. I'm so confused. I know what I am doing is wrong. Intellectually at least. But God, it feels so right. My mind and my vagina have been fighting it out ever since." "I think your vagina is winning. You fucked him again yesterday." She looked at me quizzically, trying to figure out how I knew. But she didn't deny it. "Yes." "And you're going to do it again?" "I don't know," she said softly. She paused, thinking. "Probably," she admitted finally. My heart sank. Just then the front door opened, and Manny walked in with a couple of boxes of personal possessions which he carried upstairs to the guest bedroom. There was nothing left to say. I grabbed a bottle of scotch and went to bed. ---------- I woke up at 2:00am, groggy and needing badly to piss. As I stumbled back from the bathroom, I noticed that Ally's wasn't in bed. I don't know why I went looking. I knew where she was. But it was like a compulsion. I stepped out in the hallway and cautiously cracked open the guest room door. They were there, together, of course. The curtains were wide open and the room was filled with bright moonlight. Ally was on top of him, sitting up, slowly raising and lowering herself on his big rod. He was barely moving, just gently caressing her stomach and breasts with his hands. It was an undeniably erotic scene. She looked so beautiful, her hair gleaming, her breasts puffy with excitement. She rode him gracefully, her body so like a dancer's moving to the sound of an unheard tune. For a moment, I wondered if I was turning into one of those weirdos who like to see their wives getting fucked, but the nausea rising up from my stomach demonstrated that wasn't the case. Suddenly, Ally let out a sexy little groan, her ass thrusting raggedly for a few seconds before she collapsed lazily onto his chest. They kissed and exchanged a few giggling words. Then Ally slid off him and began kissing his chest, slowly moving downward, now licking his abs, and finally tonguing his thick slab. He wrapped a hand in her hair to encouraged her. She took the head of his cock in her mouth, and now with both hands began pumping his shaft. He moaned contentedly. I look up at Ally's face and was shocked to see her looking right at me. Our eyes met. I wanted to look away but I couldn't, and she didn't either. she continued jerking Manny off, his moans getting louder and louder. Then suddenly he gasped, and she flinched slightly as he began to fill her mouth with his seed. Still she held my gaze as she continued to milk his cock, swallowing his entire load. When he was done, he let out a satisfied little chuckle. She finally looked away, now sidling back up until her face nuzzled his neck, her body cradled possessively by his powerful arms. I back away and went back to bed, though I didn't sleep another wink. ---------- At around 6:30am, Ally came back into the bedroom. I pretended to be asleep. She showered and dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt before getting the kids up and ready for school. When I came downstairs dressed for work, she had a cup of coffee and some scrambled eggs waiting for me. I marveled at how she managed to coolly act the role of dutiful wife and mother when she'd only just left her lover's bed. I played along for the sake of the children, even mutely accepting a peck on the cheek and a cheery "have a good day at work dear," as I walked out the door. It only really hit me after I got into the office. He was now unemployed. She was a stay-at-home mom, and the kids were gone for the day at school. Do you have any idea how hard it is to concentrate on work, knowing that at that very moment another man is fucking your wife? I tried to put it out of my head. But I just couldn't. I was constantly picturing them, lazing around naked, exploring each other's bodies, fucking whenever and wherever the spirit moved them. Bent over the kitchen table, doggy style in the living room, perched up on the clothes dryer, and probably mostly in my bed, her legs high in the air as he remorselessly pounded her pussy into submission with his oversized cock. I threw up in my garbage can, the combination of three days of too much booze, too little sleep, and churning emotions suddenly laying me out. I locked my office door, curled up in a fetal position on the floor, and slept until after lunchtime. I woke up oddly refreshed and weirdly resigned. I had to work late to catch up. My case settling got me out of depositions, but now required a ton of work on a tight deadline to tie up loose ends. In truth I was grateful for it. I threw myself into my job. And I did the same the next day, trying to lose myself in my professional life, accepting as a given that Ally would be in another man's bed that evening under my very roof. It is weird how the intolerable becomes, well, tolerable. You go numb. You give up. And before you know it, what once seemed insane becomes the new normal. And then I woke up. I remember the exact moment. I came home Thursday evening to find Manny playing Wii with my kids, with Ally sitting in an armchair with a glass of wine in one hand, a book in the other, and a big smile on her face. I didn't explode, but in that moment, I realized that I Was going to get the motherfucker out of my house no matter the consequences. Still, even though I was now ready to throw everything away, that was still a last resort. My first steps were to swallow my pride and get him his job back and a place to live. He was looking pretty comfy in my house, and I wasn't sure he'd go, but it would be easier to get him out if he actually had somewhere to go. I called up the gym manager and explained that there had been a terrible misunderstanding. Unfortunately, the guy seemed pretty happy to be rid of Manny, so he refused to hire him back. I cursed my luck. Then I remembered, I have a client who owns a fitness store. I called him and managed to get him to hire Manny sight unseen. I was pretty sure that would someday come back and bite me in the ass, but at that point I didn't care. He had a job starting the following week. The apartment situation was even harder. The gym manager wasn't about to give Manny back his old room, and I knew that if I left it up to him, Manny would just drag his feet. After all, he had room, board, pussy, and video games in my house, so why move? There was no way around it. I just rented an apartment for him out of pocket. Another brutal concession, but it would be worth it if I could get him the fuck out. I'd managed to get all that done by Friday evening, though Manny wouldn't be able to move in until Monday. Still, it was time to break the news. I went home early. I steeled myself for what to expect. The kids were off on a school camping trip for the weekend. I'd dropped them off with their sleeping bags that morning, which meant that Ally and Manny had the house to themselves with no looming distraction. It was better than even money that I'd find them with Manny's dick wedged firmly into her eager snatch. None of my plans had worked out yet, and now was no exception. I'd planned to confront them immediately, but instead I merely crossed paths with them as they headed out for the evening. A friend of Manny's was in a band and they were off to see them play. Ally absurdly invited me to come along, but I demurred. It was actually sort of nice having the house to myself, at least for those few moments when I was able to forget that my wife was basically out on a date. Unfortunately, those few moments were fleeting because Ally kept feeling the need to text me updates: The Reality of It All 8:21pm: "Had a great dinner at this cool Honduran place." 10:05pm: "Band is rockin, you shoulda come." 11:59pm: "Gong 2 aterprty, homr l8r." 1:35am: "Crzzt ngt on r wy PATRY!!!!" I was still trying to puzzle out the last one when I heard a car pull into our driveway. And then another. And a third. Before I knew it, a whole bunch of people were piling into my house. Ally and Manny were in the lead, stumbling in, limbs intertwined. They were followed by another couple consisting of a squat Mexican girl and her redneck-looking beanpole boyfriend. Her mustache was actually thicker than his. Then came an hispanic dude, tall and lean and wearing a shiny shirt and a big silver cross around his neck following by a cute little Latina whose greenish pallor foreshadowed the fact that she'd soon be hugging a toilet. Last came two other guys, one short and thick wearing CF Monterrey jersey and yet another Mexican dude, in painter pants -- actual painter pants, covered in paint stains. I was still taking in the scene, when Ally turned up the stereo, blasting a thumping dance beat. Manny then returned from a trip to the kitchen with an armful of booze. The chubby girl plopped down on the sofa and promptly passed out cold. In the meantime, we could hear the sounds of the other girl now retching in the bathroom whenever the music hit a momentary lull. It didn't take a genius to foresee where this was all going. One hot drunk women, five horny drunk guys. I sidled over to Ally and gestured to the other guys. "Maybe this isn't a good idea," I suggested. She gave me an exaggerated pout. "Oh come on baby, we're just having a little fun, it's a party," she slurred. "I think you've partied enough for tonight. Come on," I said, grabbing her arm. Just then Manny stepped in, wedging between me an Ally. "What's the problem, man?" He challenged. I shoved him out of the way. He bounced back in my face. We were about to exchange blows, when Ally jumped back between us. "You guys don't need to fight over me," she giggled. Then she wrapped an arm around my neck and tried to kiss me. I turned away and she got my cheek. She gave me a disappointed look, and then turned to Manny who was more than happy to accept her sloppy kiss. I stumbled back away from them, aware of the other guys now sniggering at me. Ally broke their embrace and started dancing to the music. For a while, it was just her and Manny. She was grinding up against him, rubbing her ass in his crotch, his hands roaming freely over her body. The Latinos were cradling their beers, regarding Manny resentfully. But the redneck kid apparently had more experience with potential gangbang etiquette. He boldly approached the dancing couple, and starting humping against Ally's ass. She turned to face him and starting dancing in his direction. As she did so, Manny reach around and started cupping her braless tits. She turned back to face him, and now Redneck wrapped his arms around her waist and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding his hand down inside her panties. She wheeled around again, and this time Manny lifted her shirt over her head. Both guys now had their hands in her pants, Redneck down the front as he leaned in and started licking her nipples, while Manny mauled her ass with one hand, grabbed her throat possessively with the other, and starting sucking her neck. Ally was moaning wantonly, audibly even over the music. Redneck then dropped to his knees and yanked down her jeans, taking her panties down at the same time leaving her completely naked. He immediately buried his face in her snatch, licking her like a dog at a water dish. Ally growled lustily. She put her hand on the back of his head and held him close as she thrust her crotch against his face. She let out a throaty gasp and then slumped back against Manny. Redneck stood back up, dropped his own trousers and without a word shoved his long, thin, beet red cock into her waiting pussy. It was a crazy scene. My blond wife, naked, being held up by a powerful Hispanic man while a goofy redneck with a patchy mustache, trucker cap, and Nascar tee-shirt raggedly fucked her, all the while being watched by a trio of hungry looking Latinos. Redneck started off fast and only got faster, until he was bucking into Ally like a wild man. His technique was so sloppy that he slipped out several times, and each time he roughly shoved it back in eliciting a loud grunt from Ally. After another couple of quick thrusts, he slid out again, except this time it was just as he popped, shooting a thick stream of jism onto Ally's belly, and then several more in the air and on the floor as he spasmed awkwardly. The Latinos burst out in laughter, and Ally giggled too as she absentmindedly massaged his cum all over her flat stomach. Manny now led Ally over to the armchair. He pulled down his pants and sat down heavily, Ally dropping to the ground at his feet. She watched hungrily as he slowly started stroking his big cock. When he'd started to stiffen he beckoned her with his finger, and she eagerly began to work on his cock, slurping wetly up and down his shaft. The other guys were now shifting in their seat uneasily, exchanging glances. They looked to be moments away from rushing at her. But Manny quickly took control. He glanced over at the guy in the soccer jersey. "Hey Hector, homes, come over and get a taste." Hector was across the room like a shot and dropped to his knees behind my wife. He lifted Ally's butt in the air and took a few moments to admire her shapely ass. Then as he worked on his belt, he roughly manhandled her ass cheeks, squeezing one then the other, then giving her several firm spanks eliciting sharp yelps from her in response. He looked around the room very pleased with himself. As his pants came off, his prick popped out, a fat little fire hydrant of a cock. He shoved two fingers inside her and content that she was nice and juicy, he edged forward and buried himself balls deep in one thrust. Ally let out a muffled "ooof," her mouth already fully occupied with Manny's cock. Hector's approach made Redneck seem almost gentle. Not only did he pound her pussy remorselessly, he also punctuated each thrust with a hard ass spank that sounded almost like a gunshot. At one point she glared back at him angrily, her face red with exertion and her hair now beginning to get matted with sweat, but before she could say anything, Manny had wrenched her face back to his lap, where amazingly she meekly resumed her slavish worship of his oversized tool. Hector didn't last long. But even as he was finishing, Manny signaled to Painter Pants that he would be next. So the second Hector pulled out, his cock momentarily still connected to her pussy by a strand of jism, another guy was ready immediately to take his place. Painter Pants was obviously enthralled with Ally's form. He fucked her slowly, making it last, his hands caressing her ass, fondling her breasts, and teasing her inner thighs. Reaching around, his hand slid up between her legs, and judging by her moans, he was expertly tweaking her clit. She began fucking him back, her hips slinging backward to meet his thrusts, her body settling into a sensuous rhythm as she worked to satisfy two men at once. After a while, Manny grunted, "let's trade, Ramon." Ramon seemed a little disappointed, but Ally was eager. Quickly scooting to her feet, she turned and then lowered her pretty little ass into Manny's lap. She reached back to position his cock, and with a satisfied sigh, she impaled herself on his shaft. Manny was content to let her fuck him. He sat back with a cocky grin and watched as she rode him expertly. Ramon let her get into a rhythm before stepping forward and pushing his cock into her mouth. Though she could only get the head of Manny's cock in her mouth, Ramon was just average, and she accommodated him easily. As she rose up on Manny's cock, she leaned forward swallowing Ramon whole. Then as she sat back down in Manny's lap, she pulled away from Ramon's cock, leaving just the head in her mouth. Over and over she fucked them both, her pussy riding Manny's cock and her mouth expertly working the Ramon's rod. Ramon came first, grunting suddenly and holding her head firmly as he filled her mouth with his seed. When he was done, he stumbled out of the way, leaving Ally firmly impaled on Manny's prick. She gave him a spermy grin, and the sight of my lovely wife, lips coated with cum was apparently too much for Manny as well. He slide Ally out of his lap, and down onto her knees on the floor. Then he grabbed a big handful of her hair with one hand while with the other he stroked his slimy cock. "Open wide, baby," he ordered. And amazingly, she did as she was told, submissively waiting as he jerked his cock over her open mouth. He came with a grunt, a thick stream of jism shooting right onto her tongue. And she remained there docilely as he continued to drain his entire load into her mouth. That set Shiny Shirt off because he bolted across the room, his cock already out of his pants. Manny continued holding Ally firmly in place as yet another man deposited his sperm in her mouth. At that moment all hell broke loose. The girl who'd been in the bathroom had recovered enough to come out, just in time to see her man coming in this gringa's mouth. She exploded, screaming various obscenities in Spanish, though mostly she was calling Ally a "puta zorra de mierda," which I think translated to a shit-eating slut-whore, or something like that. Sickly Girl's screams woke up Pudgy Chick, who immediately rounded on her redneck boyfriend, though he somewhat unconvincingly insisted on his innocence. Manny, Hector, and Ramon were now laughing hysterically, as the girls dragged their boyfriends towards the door. Ally quickly locked herself into the bathroom to get out of the way. I followed the screaming Latinas and their now forlorn men out front where I tried to corral them into their cars before they woke the whole neighborhood, earning me a vicious string of insults including being called a "maricon" and "pendejo," which I guess translates to a fag and a wimp. I could see their point regarding both me and Ally. I stumbled back into the house, just as Ally came out of the bathroom looking a bit shell-shocked. I thought this might be the moment where I could get her to realize how insanely out of control things had become. But before I could go to her, Hector and Ramon intercepted me, demanding more booze. I pointed them to the extra fridge in the basement just to get them away from me. But by the time I turned back toward Ally, it was too late. She was in Manny's arms, swaying gently to a James Taylor song now playing on the stereo. He'd pulled his pants back on. She was still naked. And as they danced, she rested her head on his chest, and he gently caressed her bare butt. In a weird way, watching this was even more painful than seeing her banged like a cheap whore. At least that seemed purely physical, whereas this was personal, intimate. It got worse. They began kissing. Quick little pecks that quickly escalated into passionate, open-mouthed embraces. Manny grabbed a comforter out of a chest, and spread it out. He settled Ally down on the floor, and began stripping off his clothes. Once naked, he laid down beside her and they continued their passionate embrace. For a long while, they just explored each other's bodies. Ally seemed determined to kiss, lick, touch, caress each of his well-defined muscles. He seemed content to lightly trail his fingers over each of her erogenous zones--her nipples, her thighs, the back of her neck, her lower back, her ear lobes--making her periodically shudder with frissons of pleasure. Hector and Ramon now settled back down, a six pack in each of their laps, watching the show, occasionally commenting in Spanish, but generally silent voyeurs. Like them, I seemed rooted to the spot. Several times, I decided to go, but each time found myself oddly paralyzed. I guess I was in shock or something like it. I could feel my heart racing. I was sweating. My peripheral vision dimmed. But I was unable to move. Manny rolled on top of my wife. She spread her legs wide, knees bent, feet on the floor. From my position, I could she her dainty hand wrapped around his cock, guiding him into her swollen cunt. She mewled softly as he entered her. I was expecting him to take her roughly, again, but instead he was tender, passionate. He fucked her slowly, slowly, each thrust exquisitely drawn out, letting her feel every inch of his fat cock on each stroke. Even as she got more excited, her hips now rising to meet him, he stayed in control. It seemed to go forever, long enough for several songs to play completely through on the stereo. After a while, she started coming, not hard gasping orgasms, but a repeated cycle of quick shudders, dry-mouthed gasps, and deep sighs, a satisfying sexual plateau rather than wild peaks and valleys. Several more songs passed. I could see the sky outside beginning to lighten. Still he fucked her, his pace virtually unchanged, her pleasure undeniable and devastating. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and now he started fucking her harder. Each upstroke still drawn-out and controlled, but his down thrusts now hard and quick. Each thrust elicited a loud gasp, each upstroke a soft, sultry moan. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her mouth to his ear. "Do it, baby, do it," she hissed each time he filled her, "harder, harder!" And then suddenly after one last brutal thrust, he threw his head back and with a bellowing cry, shot yet another sticky load into her well-used cunt. They both collapsed, exhausted after that, their sweat mingling as they caught their breath. Somehow that broke the spell over me, and I was finally able to regain the use of my limbs. I stumbled from the room, up the stairs, and collapsed onto my bed feeling wholly and completely drained. ------ I woke up still hazy. The sun shining brightly through my window, and the clock read 2:00pm, but I had lost all sense of time. I slid my head down under the covers. For a while I tried to make sense of the situation. What was going on with Ally? In less than a week she'd gone from a perfect spouse -- or as close to it as you get in the real world -- to a complete nightmare. She was bingeing, completely out of control, like a crack addict, but on sex rather than rock cocaine. Was that it? Some of of addiction? Should I be taking her to rehab? I'd always dismissed talk of "sex addiction" as the rationalizations of pampered celebrities and serial cheaters, but Ally was making me reconsider my assumptions. But do people become sex addicts overnight? Had she always been like this, just better at hiding it? Was it possible that for years my loving spouse had been spreading her legs for every good-looking Lothario to make a pass at her? Or was this just -- as she suggested -- a stupid fling that had gotten out of hand? Temptation is hard to resist, and a beautiful woman is subject to a lot of temptation. Imagine that every single day of your life, attractive members of the opposite sex (or same sex if that's how you roll) were expressing their interest, flirting, actively pursuing you. How many male celebrities and rock stars resist the temptation? And why should we expect women to react differently. Women like Ally, fit and conventionally attractive without being overly intimidating, get that kind of attention all the time. I mean, I can't leave her alone at a bar for a minute without some guy trying to chat her up, and even when I am there, I often notice men giving her the eye or a wink. And it's not like women don't like sex, even casual sex. Even the most conservative homemaker was probably a little minx back in college, enjoying her drunken flings and sexual experimentation. I know I still feel nostalgic about college, and especially about the hookups. If I was daily given the opportunity to relive those, how long would I resist? I was making excused for her, I knew. She was behaving horribly. But I also knew -- or at least thought -- that if I could get her away from Manny for a little while she'd come to regret it all, or at least realize she didn't want to continue down that path. I couldn't live with a women who was whoring around continuously, but I decided that I could probably forgive the past week, for the sake of the children, for the sake of my own reputation and lifestyle, and mostly because, despite it all, I still loved her. There was a sudden hooting and hollering from downstairs, and I groaned at the realization that Manny and his buddies were still occupying my house. I couldn't figure out how to get them out. Can you imagine calling the cops and having to explain you want your wife's boyfriend and his buddies thrown out? How long would it take for the local paper to run a story on how a prominent local attorney had to call the police to break up a gangbang party at his own house? "Grow a pair," was one of the comments I got back when I posted my problem online. I really wished I knew what the fuck that meant. Pull a knife on the guys? Get a gun and shoot them? Seems to me that is the ultimate coward's way out. Little different than turning the gun on yourself. Either way, your life as you know it is finished. Look, you have three guys in your house consensually fucking your wife. As far I can tell, you have four choices. You can walk away for good, to hell with the marriage, to hell with the kids, to hell with the house, to hell with everything. You can walk away temporarily, essentially, burying your head in the sand until it is all over. You can jump up and down kicking and screaming and threatening violence and hope the guys don't call your bluff or kick your ass. Or you can do what I did, hold your ground, try to keep her reasonably safe, and bide your time. Seems to me the last takes more balls than the others, even if it is less satisfying. I dragged myself out of bed to check out the noise downstairs. Because I'd assumed they were all still in the family room, it came as a shock to see Ally and Ramon making love in Manny's bed. I guess she -- or they -- had decided the floor was too uncomfortable and so had moved upstairs. Any notion I might have had that Ally was an unwilling participant was quickly disabused when I noticed her hands grabbing his ass and encouraging him to screw her harder. I decided to go downstairs and investigate all the noise still coming from there. When I got there I actually gasped in horror. They were watching soccer on the TV. Manny and Hector were there. But so was the guy with the shiny shirt from last night who had managed to ditch his girlfriend -- I learned his name was Enrique -- and two other guys to boot. The place was a complete disaster, empty beer bottles piled up everywhere, the remnants of snack food scattered across the room. From the kitchen, I could smell empanadas cooking in oil, and noticed several more cases of beer loosely stacked with a bunch of bags of ice now leaking water all over the floor. When they noticed me, they cheered, raising their bottles in a mock salute and dissolving into raucous laughter. They cheered again when Ramon appeared moments later with a big grin on his face. One of the new guys quickly got to his feet and shot up the stairs to take his turn with my wife. I went down into the basement to my workbench. Saws, hammers, and screwdrivers taunted me with visions of revenge and bloodshed to be wrought on the horde now occupying my home. But that was just an idle fantasy, something only to consider in self-defense. Periodically, I'd hear more shouts from upstairs, though it was hard to distinguish between the general drunken laughter, sports-related cheering, and whooping that accompanied each changing of the guard with Ally. The Reality of It All It was now a waiting game. Obviously, they all had to be out by Sunday evening when the kids got home, and at that point I'd probably need to call the cops. Similarly, if Ally decided she'd had enough and they still refused to leave or stop. But otherwise, I was basically just waiting on them to be drunk-out or fucked-out, though the arrival of reinforcements put that plan at risk. Periodically, I'd wander the house to assess the situation. Upstairs, Ally was still at it, now riding the second new arrival reverse cowgirl. In the family room, the guys had switched to watching a pay-per-view MMA after soccer ended. As night fell, the nightmare continued, but at least there we no new arrivals. I was back in the basement when I heard a new round of cheers from upstairs, including loud wolf whistles and cat calls. I scooted up the stairs to investigate. Manny was leading Ally back downstairs. They'd given her enough of a break for her to shower and change, and she looked ravishing. She was wearing sexy black lace garters and stockings, no bra or panties, black stiletto pumps, and matching silver hoop earrings and bracelets. She'd fixed her hair, which flowed in long, silky waves over her shoulders, and her lips were ruby red and shiny. She was obviously tired, but the combination of sleepy half-lidded eyes and the excited flush on her cheeks made her look sexier than ever. The six men in the room eyed her hungrily. All the men in the room had already screwed her, probably more than once, so I couldn't quite figure the reason for all the ceremony. And then the doorbell rang. One of the guys opened it and ushered in another couple. She was a young, short Latina. Cleaned up she could have been a college student, but she was all tarted up with too much makeup, a faux leather mini-skirt, and fishnets. Her companion was a no-neck bruiser, with a shaved head and prison tats some of which looked ominously like those I'd seen in a documentary about MS-13. A whore and her pimp. Manny turned on some dance music, and the pimp shoved his girl in the direction of my wife. Ally stood still, clearly uncomfortable as the girl started grinding up against her, but Manny pressed up behind Ally, put his hands on her hips, and started swaying with her to the beat. At the same time, he was whispering encouragement in her ear. Ramon took another approach, pouring each of the girls a tall shot of tequila, which the little Latina downed eagerly and Ally swallowed only after getting cheered on by the rest of the group. Another shot followed, and between that and whatever Manny was saying, Ally started to relax. The girl whipped off her shirt, exposing surprising full breasts and pierced nipples. Ally was noticeably curious, and the whore grabbed her hands and placed them her breasts. Manny backed away now and took his place on the sofa to watch the show. Ally circled the girls nipples with her fingers, playing gentle with the studs. The whore let out an exaggerated moan. The pimp barked something at her in Spanish, and now she leaned forward and began licking my wife's tits. Ally giggled nervously, but she didn't put an end to it, even when the girl dropped to her knees and began exploring Ally's exposed pussy with her fingers. She gently rubbed her slit up and down several times, and then slowly inserted a slender finger into my wife's cunt. The girl then leaned forward and starting teasing her clit with her tongue, even as she pumped her finger in and out. After a few minutes, the girl grabbed Ally's hands and pulled her down to the floor as well. She pushed my wife onto her back, and then buried her face in her snatch in earnest. For her first time having a lesbian experience, Ally was surprisingly quick to respond. Soon, she was bucking her hips up and down, obviously enjoying what seemed to be an expert tongue lashing. The guys were getting more and more excited. Several were rubbing their cocks through their pants. And Enrique had actually whipped his out and was stroking it vigorously. Finally, he muttered something to Manny, who nodded and gestured toward the girls. Enrique let out a cheer and the quickly slid behind the whore, who was on her hands and knees still servicing my wife. He yanked up her skirt and slid her g-string aside. He spit into his palm and wet his cock, and with a quick thrust buried himself inside the whore. She paused for only a moment before she continued licking Ally's pussy. Enrique didn't last long, and after he came inside the girl, one of the other guys immediately took his place, not at all squeamish about taking sloppy seconds. With two naked girls in the room, and seven guys, it was unlikely they would continue to go one at a time, and sure enough Hector soon got up, kneeled next to Ally's head and fed her his cock. She sucked him enthusiastically even as she was getting eaten out herself. Hector and the other guy finished at about the same time, and Manny now got back in the act, repositioning the girls. He pushed the prostitute onto her back and maneuvered Ally onto her hands and knees with her face between the girl's legs. Ally was giggling, but shaking her head "no." Receiving oral sex from a woman was one thing, but giving it, especially to a whore with two loads already inside her was apparently another. But that wasn't counting the apparently amazing powers of Manny's wonder schlong. He moved behind her and slide his big tool fully into her cunt. She moaned lustily and began to thrust back against him. He fucked her for a few moments, letting her get into the rhythm when suddenly he pulled out. She let out a frustrated whine and reached back to try to put him back in, but he just pushed her hand away and pointed at the other girl. "Give her a taste," he ordered, as the Latina girl smiled broadly and spread her cunt lips in anticipation of a good licking. Ally shook her head "no" again. Manny took his dick and rubbed the head up and down her slit, pulling back each time she tried to thrust backward and swallow his cock with her hungry snatch. "Please baby, put it back inside me," she begged. He just laughed. "You know what to do." Finally she relented, tentatively flicking her tongue at the whore's clit. As she did so, Manny rammed his cock into her, hard, and at the same time shoved her face into the girl's sloppy pussy. Ally bridled and resisted for a moment, but after a few firm strokes she began eating out the girl in earnest, making her moan passionately as she played with her own pierced nipples. After a while, Manny grabbed Ally's hair and pulled her head up, turning her this way and that to show off her face glazed with a combination of pussy juice and jism to the pleased whoops of the guys in the room. As Manny continued to bang Ally doggy style, one of the other guys grabbed the whore and pulled her onto his lap on the sofa, where she rode him with an unconvincing enthusiasm. Manny demonstrated his usual stamina, ramming my wife's pussy hard even as the other girl was passed to a second and then third man. Finally, with a grunt, he finished. Ramon and Enrique both made a move to be next, but the pimp suddenly shot out of the corner of the room and stopped them with a glance. He dropped to his knees behind my wife and roughly fondled her ass as he fumbled with his zipper. He freed his hard cock and roughly buried himself inside her balls deep, immediately beginning to piston in and out remorselessly. I wondered if this was payment in-kind for bringing the other girl, or whether he was just helping himself to a freebie. But I didn't have long to contemplate that thought because of what happened next. He spit a thick gob of saliva into her butt crack. Ally's surprised yelp turned into a pained yowl as he now shoved his thumb up her ass. Ally and I had never tried ass play, in part because she never offered, but also because it has no appeal to me. In fact, the whole concept sort of grosses me out. So, as far as I know, she was a complete virgin back there. And indeed, her reaction seemed to confirm that. She reached back and tried to swat him away, but he easily fended her off. "No, don't," she whined. "I don't like that." He just laughed, and continued what he was doing, sliding his cock into her pussy and pumping his thumb in and out of her ass. She tried to crawl away, but he just grabbed her tight around the waist. He turned to Manny and growled something in Spanish. Manny blanched and then quickly sat down by Ally's head. "Make him stop," she begged. Manny caressed her face soothingly. "Just relax baby, it'll feel good, I promise." I think it finally occurred to Ally what would happen next. "No, please, no, please don't let him," she cried, her body now wracked by heavy sobs. Manny continued to reassure her, gently caressing her face and her hair. He was now also whispering her ear softly. She began to calm down, probably in part due to Manny's encouragement and in part because she was getting used to the thumb in his butt. The pimp now reached into his pocket pulled out a tube of lube. He squirted a generous amount onto her anus which he now penetrated with two fingers. Again, she gasped and whined, but between Manny's soft touches and Lamaze style breathing, she slowly seemed to adjust again, though it was obvious she was uncomfortable. She lifted her head and looked around the room. Her eyes were red, her mouth drawned back in pain, and her nostrils flared. She spotted me and for a moment our eyes met. A range of emotions streamed across her face: Hope, sadness, and finally a sort of downcast embarrassment. I wondered what she was thinking at that moment. Suddenly she yelped again, her cry turning now into a drawn out whimper as the pimp began to work his fat cock into her ass. He was surprisingly gentle, entering her with slow shallow strokes, each barely deeper than the last. But he was also remorseless, penetrating her deeper and deeper until he was maybe three-quarters inside her. He then pulled almost all the way out, added a little more lube to his shaft and then pressed back in, his cock now fully buried in my wife's ass. He gave her butt a celebratory slap, and then began sodomizing her in earnest, his prick sawing in an out of her anus relentlessly. Each downward thrust elicited first a grunt and then a loud squeal as he hit bottom. Manny had abandoned his post by her head, and had now circled around to get a better look. After several minutes, the pimp whooped loudly and dropped a load in my wife's butt. He'd barely pulled out when Ramon took his place, burying his own prick in her tight backdoor. She looked back and began to complain, but then she just shrugged resignedly and submitted. Now that the line had been crossed, all of the guys seemed determined to screw her up the ass. When Ramon finished, Enrique took his place. Ally's arms finally gave out, and she collapsed flat on the floor, but Enrique just followed her down and continued to saw his cock in and out of her ass. At this point, I guess time was up on the whore because, the pimp gave a sharp whistle and she quickly disengaged herself from Hector's cock and followed him out the front door. I presumed she had another trick on the schedule, but I worried about the pimp. I suspected he'd be back, probably with some of this gang brothers either to continue fucking Ally, or worse to take her away to serve as part of his string of whores. As bad as things were, I could easily seem them getting even worse. I went back to the family room to find Ally now impaled on one guy while another squatted behind her shoving his cock up the butt. They DPed her roughly for a while and then spun her around while they switched holes. For the next hour or so, I kept going from family room to front hallway, keeping an eye on Ally as they took turns wearing out her ass while also keeping watch for the return of the pimp. But amazingly he didn't return. And nor did any of Manny's other buddies. In fact, at around 10:00pm, the two guys whose names I never learned disappeared. At some point while I was checking the front, Hector and Ally had disappeared upstairs and the rest of the guys turned on some absurd Mexican game show. I decided to follow them upstairs and maintained my vigil there. The guys continued to rotate through the guest bedroom, and at some point I dozed off. I awoke a little after one to Ally's pained squeals from the next room. "Aiyee, aiyee, aiyee, aiyee," she yelped over and over. I peered into the guest room to see her folded in half, with Manny kneeling between her legs, shoving his huge tool into her tiny, battered ass. Despite having been stretched out by a half-dozen cocks, Manny's prick was still obviously hard for her to handle. He was remorseless, sawing in and out, heedless of her obvious discomfort, until finally after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled out and shot a thimble of thin, clear jism on her belly. They both collapsed in exhaustion. I scouted out the rest of the house to find it, to my surprise, empty. I went back to bed. At a little after 4:00, I am woken again by the sounds of loving-making the next room, but this time it was a more sedate almost desultory scene when I peered in. They'd finally fucked themselves out. ---------- I woke up again to the sun streaming through my window. I went downstairs and appreciated finally the devastation. The house was wrecked. Beer bottles everywhere. Cigarette butts littered about. Junk food ground into the carpets. Mysterious stains on the furniture. As I was contemplating this scene, Manny came downstairs dressed in slacks and a dress shirt. He was wearing a cross prominently around his neck, a sinner obviously on his way to church. A while later, Ally appeared, freshly showered and also dressed in her Sunday best, apparently also looking for a bit of prayer to cleanse her soul. After they'd left, I sprang into action. I made an emergency call to a locksmith who arrived 30 minutes later and began changing the locks. While he was doing that, I went upstairs and threw all of Manny's shit in a couple few boxes and hauled them out the front stoop. I was sitting out there when Ally returned. She looked at the boxes in shock. "Are you moving out?" she asked, her lips beginning to quiver. "Please don't, please don't leave me," she whined. "I don't know what came over me. When you found us the first time, I just went crazy. I treated you so badly, and then I figured I'd lost you and I just gave up. I was trying to lose myself in something." She was crying now, tears running down her face, completely loosing it. "I'm so sorry I hurt you, you deserve so much better than me." I slapped her. Hard. She glared at me in shock. "Stop your fucking blubbering," I ordered. "I'm not leaving. He is." "But where will he go?" She asked absurdly. I resisted the urge to slap her again. "Don't worry about him," I hissed. "And don't worry about me. I'd be fine without you. Worry about yourself. Is this how you want to live you life? Getting gangbanged by strangers? This is what you want your daughters to walk in on one day? Fact is if the worse thing that happened was that I left, you'd be fucking lucky. God knows what you caught this weekend.Not to mention that its a fucking miracle that pimp didn't come back with his homies to take you away to a new life turning tricks for $25 a pop down in the warehouse district. That's your future baby if you don't pull your shit together." She looked at me in shock. "Now get your ass inside the house. The girls come back at five. I'll pick them up and take them to dinner. That'll give you until seven to do what you need do. And tomorrow, you're going to the doctor and get yourself tested, for everything from Anthrax to Syphilis." "But, we need to talk," she started again. "Ally, seriously, just shut the fuck up." She opened her mouth to reply, but she must have seen the murderous look in my eyes, and she gave up. Meekly she went inside. Moments later, Manny pulled up. I wondered how truthful he'd been in confession. He looked at his stuff piled up and smirked, "Sorry man, I got nowhere to go, and the lady invite me to stay." I put my hand on his chest. "Buddy, listen and listen good. Do you play the lottery?" He nodded. "Yeah, I figured. I pegged you as a scratcher. You ever win? A few hundred bucks? Maybe a grand?" He nodded again. "Did you keep any of it? Or just lose it all on more tickets?" "Yeah, so what?" He grunted. "That's because you're an idiot. But now I'm gonna give you a chance to be smart. Probably for the first time in your life. See, you just won the fucking lottery this past week with my wife." "Yeah, cost me my job and room," he sneered. "I threw him a set of keys. You have an apartment now. Paid in advance for a year. I also got you a job. And you got to turn out my wife for a week. Bet you liked that, huh? You and your buddies will be laughing about for a long time." He grinned. "Whatever, I don't care," I continued. "You're irrelevant. All I care about is my life, and I'm getting back as much of that as possible. So, here's the deal. Take your winnings -- the apartment, the job, and the week with my wife -- and walk the fuck away." I paused. "Because if you don't, I will make it my mission to fuck with you, for the rest of your life. And believe me, I can do it." I actually wasn't sure what I'd do. It was a bluff. But I sold it. Sold it hard. And he bought it. He nodded. "Alright man, I'll walk away. But I just gotta tell ya, your wife? She's the best fucking whore and dirtiest fucking slut I've ever had. Just thought you should know." I ignored the provocation. "Hit the road," I growled. And to my shock, he did. Called a buddy on his cell, packed up his shit, and walked away. After he left, I went to Hooters. Had a few beers, a plate of wings, and watched a football game. I flirted with the waitress, who flirted back to boost her tip. I picked up my girls when they got back from their trip and took them out for sliders. When we got back to the house, Ally had performed a miracle of sorts; the house was immaculate. She'd even shampooed the rugs and furniture. The laundry was done. Beds changed. She was freshly showered, and though obviously tired, appeared the very image of domesticity. We went through the routine of playing with the kids and getting them to bed. Then Ally collapsed, exhausted. I didn't wake her the next morning, and instead got the kids ready for school myself. But she was up and about when I called her at noon and she picked up the kids at school and had dinner ready that evening. For the first several days, she slept in the guest room, waking early to make the bed and hide that fact from the kids. Then I invited her back into the master bedroom. If we were staying together for the sake of the kids, then we had to act the part. It was a few weeks before I even considered sex. But then I decided that abandoning sex was both punishing myself and increasing the risk she'd stray. Amazingly, her tests came back clean, but even still when we first started having sex again, I wore a rubber and continued to do so until a second round of tests the following month. Things got back to normal, to the extent normal is possible in this kind of situation. I decided to treat her episode as some sort of mental breakdown, which is probably naive. I mean, I realize that whatever triggered it was something deep inside her, and the reality is that that was probably not the first time she'd had an affair, and well, probably not the last. But the price of recovering my life was the acceptance of the fact that sometimes ignorance is bliss. Yes, I have to live with the fact of my wife's adultery, and the memory of seeing her gangbanged and repeatedly sodomized. But I have a beautiful wife, great kids, a comfortable home in the suburbs, and a successful career. I consider myself lucky.