20 comments/ 113022 views/ 8 favorites Vacation Twist By: mozartnflcom My beautiful wife of 20 years and myself were in a big time rut. Kids, mortgage, work and everyday chores had sucked the fun out of our sex life. We were now free to travel and have fun but the nightlife on vacations consisted of great meals....and then a great book before falling asleep. I was worried. Very worried. As we grew older together, she was widening the gap between who was better looking. She is much more attractive now than when we were younger because she is very careful what she eats and because of her daily exercise program, she is slim and firm in all the right places. With her small waist, and long luscious legs, she is a sight to behold in a mini skirt. I have always loved legs and her legs drive me nuts. Her thighs are very slim, her ankles slight and her calves super tight. When she wears that skirt with a tight top showing off her small young girl breasts, I feel like I am out of my league big time. I should not be too worried though, because she hardly ever wears clothes that show off her assets. Yes. We are in a rut. She thinks she looks like a mother. A plain, dowdy mother with no sex appeal. A plain, dowdy mother who cannot get into sex with gusto because she honestly does not believe she is sexy. Meanwhile, I want to eat her alive I am so horny, even with her motherly attire. I decided to take it upon myself to sex things up by ordering stiletto heels online, teetering, black stripper heels that drive men nuts. To my surprise, she loved them because she saw for the first time in a long time, how good her legs looked in a good pair of sexy heels. We screwed harder than we have in years that night, with the shoes on of course. Now all I was thinking about was when and how to get fucked by my waking sexy partner. I had to be careful, though, because any effort to " sex herself up" would result in unwanted attention from other men. Unwanted by me I might add. Because, you see, she was not always this conservative mother type who would rather read a book on a warm tropical evening than have crazy sex on a beach. When we were younger, before commitments pushed lust out the door, things were quite erotic. And after dozens of fantasy talks while hot and heavy of her bedding another man, we might have been close to closing the deal. Just sex talk maybe but we were just starting to spread our sexual wings before life's challanges came along. I had to be careful because she may be tempted by a younger guy. A more athletic, bigger, stronger guy. We decided to travel to a tropical resort to drink, eat and rekindle the passion we left behind years ago. She wanted to know what to pack and I said it was very simple. Short, tight and high. At this typical resort, even with kids running around during the day, any women with revealing clothes and sky high heels would not stand out one bit after hours at any of the resorts clubs. Clothes that would result in gawks in our hometown would blend in very nicely once the sun went down. My wife, on the other hand, would receive gawks, and stares. You see, maybe not to the 20 year old, but anyone else with a penis would find her hotter than hell. With a bit of a sunburn, long tight shimmering legs flowing out of that super tight mini, a loose silk halter with no bra, towering heels and that tussled beach hair look, she looked the sexy club hopper perfectly. Throw in the half drunk smirk and she was one natural hottie. If I did not pester her though, she would have worn tan slacks and flats. Oh yes, the drinking. When she is nervous, she likes to drink. Lots. I have always been OK with her not drinking and doing all of the driving every where we go because I remember back to our younger days, our younger drinking days, when she tended to be a big flirt with any man who gave her attention. And if he did not give her attention, she was a bigger flirt. She recognized this and stopped the boozing unless it was just me and her drinking wine. This was part of her maturing as a women and mother. Its just that she went to far to the conservative side. All bets were off now though. Here we were at a tropical paradise, feeling very sexy and happy, and drinking was just part of the party. At this time and at this locale, she was a very sexy drunk. Everyone was mingling with everyone else on this second night and there was quite the mix of characters. There was the very old, the very young and the very creepy. We up ended chatting with a much younger, but very mature attractive couple. She was a perfect suntaned beauty while he was a tall and lanky adonis. Perfectly dressed and very modest, it was obvious he was concealing one perfect body. The give away? Two long, tanned muscular arms spilling out of the short sleeves of his yellow designer shirt. He had huge hands and black ink tatoos covering most of his biceps. We were having a great time when the wife excused herself because she wanted to go to bed early. This was their last night, and she needed to prepare for the early morning check out. I was bummed because she was extremely easy to look at but her leaving did not slow the good times. With the wife out of the way, my wife really started to relax and began to flirt ever so slightly with our new friend. She thinks we don't notice, but guys notice right away and her conversation often included the touching of his arms. The party fever increased as time went on with all sorts of drinking games. The club was extremely crowded at this point and we did not have our own spot anymore. Because of the close quarters, my wife was able to stand against our friend while not feeling awkward. We were like her body guards, protecting her from surging people and she would often grab his arm to steady herself. Our modest friend would glance sheepishly in my direction when ever my wife touched him. He was a perfect gentleman who was not putting the moves on my wife but was growing uncomfortable with me noticing her attention to him. I left for the bathroom and took up a spot where I could get a good look at the two, shoehorned into the mass of club hoppers. She was now turned and looking directly at him only inches away from each other and it was then I felt the first pangs of jealousy..and excitement. We talked about it 20 years ago but I thought her sleeping with another man with my consent was all in the past. Everything changed when I returned from the bathroom. When my now very drunk wife announced she was leaving to freshen up, a bomb shell landed on my lap. Our friend mentions that my wife wanted him to ask me if it was OK if he fucked her. Even though I was just thinking about that very thing, to hear it come out of his mouth was shocking. Maybe because he was so modest and kind, and maybe because I was drunk, my emotions tipped to the excited side, not the jealous side. I turned to see my wife returning from the bathroom and I thought to myself, I have never seen her look so sexy. Once we got to our room they wasted no time getting started and I quickly realized it was about them and not me. I cracked a beer, settled into a lazy boy chair, and what felt like a dream, a foggy dream began to unfold in front of me. The very first thing she did was grab, rub, kiss those arms. Oh those arms. If she could have fucked his arm, I think she would have. She soon had his pants off and had his cock in her mouth with no time wasted. The look on her face was sheer joy with not even a glance my way. She managed to stop blowing him for a moment to remove his shirt and let out a quiet groan. His body was just as expected. His torso was a long, young, hard tightly wound bundle of muscle with two big anacondas hanging of his shoulders. This was not a long drawn out sex story. Things were moving fast. He had a wife to return to and she was looking to get fucked, not to cuddle. After admiring and kissing his chest for a few moments it was back to his cock. She was loving his cock. She was sweating sucking his cock. In between sucks and licks, she was taking off her clothes, afraid to miss one second of cock time. The only thing left on was her heels, the same heels I bought for her and the same heels I was looking forward to banging her in. Now she was squatting , naked in her shoes with her asshole clearly exposed, blowing a strange man right before my eyes. The exitement on her face was impossible to miss. She was on fire and she was taking advantage of this golden opportunity to screw someone else with my apparent blessing. Maybe she was a dowdy, conservative women with me only. Maybe I was not turning her on enough for her to feel sexy. Maybe she is a smouldering sexpot looking for the right time to burst. If I was right in my thinking, she was now bursting. I am sure that if I got up and left, she would not notice. As if she was on the clock, she stopped blowing and assumed the postion to get plowed by his rock hard cock. It is hard to explain, but I was watching my wife and the mother of my children, laying on her back, heels in the air with her legs parted exposing a swollen, red, moist pussy. He wasted no time plunging into her, and she wasted no time sinking her nails into his bare ass so hard that he would have had to hide his butt from his wife for a few days. He grabbed one beautiful leg around the ankle, kissed one shoe and while still holding the leg up, banged her from the side with great force and urgency. It was easy to tell that he was taking great pains to last at least 15 minutes, but anyone fucking my wife, looking down at glistening firm body would have much trouble holding on. He wanted to pull out but she wanted none of that and sensing he was about to come, she started to buck and would not let him out. They both started to pump like jack rabbits when orgasms were about to blow and blow they did with screams and sweat. Our friend quickly dressed and headed to his room while my wife closed her eyes, pulled a cover up and passed out. There she slept, her shoes still on, hair a tangled mess, makeup, including her lipstick completely gone. Yes, this was about them and I am sure she would have fucked him again if he was not leaving tomorrow. But damn she looked hot. I got naked and while spooning her, slipped my dick into her gaping vagina and blew my load. The next morning, she joined me for breakfast downstairs and I noticed her slight limp. She then tried to hide the fact that she was shifting side to side because of the discomfort in her pounded pussy. After some small talk she asked if I was OK. I said I was and that I wish I was included at least a little bit. She said she was sorry she did not bang me later that night but I informed her that I did slip it into her. She told me that that was the last time she ever wanted to have sex with another man and I replied I was happy with that. But I also thought that she felt this way because she was sore and hungover. I think the genie was out of the bottle. Two nights later, after a long rest, we were back in a resort club. Her clothes were shorter, tighter and higher and this time she had no panties on, just for fun she says. Vacation Twist Ch. 02 She is spreading those beautiful wings. My wife, after a quick but salacious sex romp with a friendly stranger on our tropical vacation is hot, hot, hot and wants to be banged night and day. She has not told me the reason for the increased sexual activity, but it does not take a moron to figure it out. She is super horny because she has realized men want her. Oh she has always known some men lusted over her, men she found creepy or unattractive. But now she knows hot men, younger, attractive and some cases powerful men want her. Of course, she would never tell me this. After her encounter with that good looking stranger at the resort, I was sure she would have tried to hook up again with someone else at some point, but it did not happen. She acted very loving and caring towards me, maybe gauging my thoughts about what had happened and maybe kissing my ass a little bit. She has assured me she would never bed another man again. I think truth be told though is she did not spot anyone that matched her now lofty expectations. She could now fuck great looking guys and maybe with my consent. Over the next few months, she began to dress much different than she has in the past. Not slutty or provocative, but just better. Where she used to go to the grocery store with a baggy nylon track suit on, she was now wearing skinny jeans, jeans that are tight right down to the ankles and fitted hooded sweaters that would ride up when reaching for something. Yes she wore sneakers with the jeans, but her new choice in clothes showed off her curves, and attracted all sorts of attention. Even around the house she was looking hotter. All of her tee shirts were replaced with tees that were much tighter and baggy shorts were tossed in favor of tiny faded jean skirts. If you went to any mall in America, that outfit with flip flops are being worn by 80% of the girls, but my wife has never gone that route. She now knows that she can pull it off. Also, she decided to get a tattoo. A year ago, no way but now she has a small vine gently wrapping up both ankles. In high heel shoes, it is so sexy I can't stand it. All eyes are drawn to her legs and feet. Now my wife has an extremely tight body but when she announced to me she was hiring a personal trainer to firm up, I was a little concerned. If she firmed up anymore, she would be off the hook and the discrepancies between our looks and bodies would increase to the danger zone. She may end up looking like a fitness model. These changes benefited me of course. She said she feels better and definitely more sexy than ever before. She is constantly stripping naked in the bedroom and banging me hard and often. Blowjobs and quickies before work were now a common occurrence, something that rarely happened in the past. She ended up with a female trainer who was very muscular and stressed weight training. My wife had two hours a day, three days a week to devote to the routine set out by the trainer and my wife went at it hard. The results were apparent very quickly. The first thing I noticed was her calves. They were tighter and more defined than ever before. She ditched her flat flip flops for sandles with slight heels when she noticed how delicious her legs looked in her jean skirts. Next it was her shoulders, back and biceps that really began to pop. With her tight tees on, there was not a hint of extra body weight and her stomach was impossibly tight. She loved lifting her shirt to reveal the tautness. After a couple of months her thighs were like slim rocks and the waist tiny and chisled. The trainer told her she had the natural body type to be a fitness competitor. I believed her because it took very little time at all for her to be extremely tight and hard. Fitness competitions envoloved wearing evening gowns, bikinis in giant heels and a fitness routine. She had no dance or gymnastics training to speak of, so that part would be difficult, but the body, no problem. She asked if it was OK to devote more hours to training and maybe enter a competiton and I said go for it. My wife getting hard and shapely was driving my absolutely crazy. Here is why. She began getting very tanned because the muscles looked more defined when the skin is darker and she had to stay cleanly waxed for the small bikinis she wore. She called me at work after her workout and asked me to come home for some lovemaking. Exercise always makes her horny. Of course I go rushing home and jump in the sack with my new hard body. We do not often screw doggy style because she is usually self conscience of her ass sticking up in the air, but now she was very willing to flip over on her stomach and show me the fruits of her labor. The sight can only discribed as decadent. Her ass was like a rock, a rock with no tan lines. She pushed her upper body down as far as it could go and stuck her ass up, waiting to be entered, her bald, swollen pussy lips very much front and center. Her back was super tight and her thighs were perfect. While banging her, I was having just as good a time fingering her tattoo and roughly rubbing her firm body from her ankles to her neck. I was fucking a fitness model. She turned and smirked at me with a " looks good huh" look and that little bit of femine sexual confidence made every drop of semen in my body burst into that bald pussy. She wanted to fuck some more but I was done and for the first time ever, I felt like I was not satisfing her. Soon her first competiton was scheduled with two other women who were also firming up with her trainer. They had been competed in the past and took my wife under their wing and had helped with the posing and dance routines. Both were tall beauties but were not as chisled as my wife. Back stage there were photograghers hired by the fitness committee to take pictures of the women to post on their website as they prepared to go on stage. My wife was getting an enormous amount of their attention. She wore a tiny pink bikini that dipped perilously close to the vagina up front and a small piece of fabric in the back that had to be glued to her ass to stop it from riding up into her butt. The top barely covered her tanned perky tits. She balanced on clear lucite stripper heels that all competitors wore. As I stood there, giving her words of encourgement, I noticed a young stud, obviously a bodybuilder, with credentials hanging around his neck, oiling up one of the girls from her gym. I thought, how can I get that job. He then moved to the next girl and I start to think, is he going to rub my wife down? The answer was yes. Without a word or a glance at me or my wife, this guy who could get most of the women there, begins to oil up my wife. With both hands, he starts spreading the oil, starting with her feet, up and down her beautiful long legs and up to her ass. He rubbed all around the bikini bottom like he did not want to miss a spot. Next he spread oil on her back and shoulders and made sure every inch was shimmering in the lights. He took special care with her stomach, lingering there for maybe thirty seconds, because that was her best feature. He then made a quick pass over her entire body to make sure all was covered. The whole time, my wife is chatting to a fellow competitor like getting rubbed down with oil by another man was old news. When he moved on I asked what was up with that? Why don't I oil you up? Her reply was that was part of his job as an employee at the gym that he works out at. He has done it other times before at dress rehearsals and that he was competing later in the male bodybuilding part of the show. Her getting oiled up by some young bodybuilder, in the middle of a crowd, with her husband standing right there and my wife acting or maybe feighning indifference made my head spin. I wasn't sure if I should run to the bathroom and rub one out or confront her with an obvious problem I was having with this scene. Sensing my concern, she said don't let it bother me.The "oiler" only had eyes for the younger chicks at the gym. I was not so sure. The competition went well and my wife was the big suprise, coming in third place in her weight category out of eight other women. After many pictures, she went back stage to wait for the mens competition to end while I stayed in the audience. After a while, I decided to find my wife to congratulate her. Not a bad thing, wandering around bumping into half naked women in heels, everyone with dark tans, sparkle and exaggerated eye lashes. I asked a couple of people where my wife was and I was told all competitors usually gather together with their respective gyms to do interviews. I walked to the far end of the room and really got an eye full. There was my wife, now in a robe, rubbing oil on the young stud. This guy, maybe 6'6", in his tiny posing shorts, was as wide and as hard as a tree stump. He towered over her. She was rubbing his massive chest and shoulders, his bulging abbs and his enormous thighs. His thighs were as big as two of my legs together. I walked up to her expecting her stop what she is doing, put she looks up at me and says " oh hi honey" and continues her work, even slipping her palms between his thighs. She gives him a slap on the back and tells him good luck. What do you say about that? She was not hiding anything from me, but how could she possibly not want to fuck that rock of a man after she rubs him down with oil for god sake. With her new body, the body most men lust after, the body that is making herself so horny, she wants to fuck me every spare moment, she must be crazy horny to fuck that stud. And it is brilliant. They are able to smear oil on each others firm bodies without suspicions, right out there in the open for everyone to see. I tried to stay calm and congratulated her on her third place finish, the result of all of her hard work. After the mens competiton, more pictures. I stood back and watched the show. Hard women and hard men, almost naked, both positively gorgeous, posing together in a tanned group of bare skin and white teeth. My wife, of course had her arms around the studs waist while he draped his arm around her shoulders. She looked like his little pixie and I am sure if he fucked her, he would tear her in half. Now I am in pretty good shape, but this scene had me feeling extremely doughy. The clothes these girls wear after the show is even more mind boggling because they are clothes that they would never wear anywhere else. The meet and greet after the show is for the spectators to get up and close with the competitors and to further the sport of fitness. The girls all have on very tight short skirts with non existing tops to show off their wares. Lots of makeup, long finger nails and teased hair make them look unattainable to almost all male admirers. With their perfectly tuned muscles and dark tans, absolutely striking and in the middle of it all, my wife, at the top of her game. I hugged my prize and asked if we can leave now when she announced her and the rest of the gym were going out for a traditional celebrator cheeseburger and she would see me at home. I was horny as hell. I stayed busy waiting for her by doing some housework, showering, and some more housework. I was going nuts. Finally I got naked and went to bed to watch TV where I fell asleep about midnight. I felt her stirring and looked at the clock to see it was 3:45. She was stumbling around the room drunk wreaking of booze. She quickly stripped to her underwear and bra and jumped into bed turning away from me. I reached out to her but she pulled back. I was horny in bed with my beautiful hard body, and she was rejecting me after a night of drinking with her beautiful friends. I was devastated. Vacation Twist Ch. 03 She was in a deep sleep. My beautiful, sexy hard body, who, I think, loved me very much was in an alcohol induced slumber. Should I wake her and ask what went on tonight? Should I let her sleep it off and talk in the morning? This much was clear. She, of the impossibly short skirt and high heels was out until the middle of the night with a group of people that included a younger fitness fanatic/bodybuilder stud. He was a tall and powerful freak of nature that only the very attractive women could hope to get. My wife fell into that category. He was hot, she is hot. To me, I could not see how they could not be sexually attractive to each other. I was just hoping she would remain loyal to her husband and resist the urge to cheat. She has banged another man with my consent, sort of, when we were far from home, but I think she would show some respect here at home because locals would talk. I just lay there, thinking, and wondering what the conversation would sound like if I woke her. Would she admit to a fling, maybe a one time dumb fling that would never happen again? Would she mount me and embellish a story that may or may not have happened for my sexual pleasure? Would she cry uncontrollably begging for forgiveness? Or would she tell me to fuck off because she is hungover bigtime and I am an asshole for even thinking of such a thing? Of course, as the hours ticked by, I had a raging hard on. Why, I am not sure. I guess because she is so attractive. But I maybe I am one sick pervert who deep down love the sexual attention she gets from all men. I was very confused with my feelings. If I had to choose between her being with another man or not, I would pick the latter. But if she did put out, as long there is no emotional connection, I think I could deal with it, especially if she used the act to make our love making hotter. To pass the time I checked her competition photos on the fitness website and was further blown away by the hot pictures. Men and boys the world around were, at that very time, jerking off to my wife. There were about twenty photos of her in various states of undress but the bikini shots were absolutely hot as hell. Super slim, tanned, long legged, gorgeous face. Wow. And there she was, right there, in my bed. I was not going to jerk off, I was going to fuck that hot chick on my computer screen. I quietly slipped under the covers and gently spooned her, rubbing my dick ever so softly on her ass. She wreaked of booze, smokes and perfume, the smell most women have after a night at the bar. Those smells always drove me crazy because usually I got banged when we returned from a night of carousing. I kissed her perfect back and rubbed my nose up and down her spine, sniffing in her sexy scent. I quietly unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. I could not see them, but I slipped one hand over her and squeezed one perfect perky tit. Next I tried to slip her little panties off that round ass but as I was doing this, she stirred a bit and pushed my hand away. Now that she was waking a bit, I grabbed them and pulled them down over her feet. In the low light, I could tell her feet were red and swollen a bit, I guess from walking around in those sky high heels all day. I managed to get the panties off of her feet and brought them to my nose for a good sniff. Boy, would the guys looking at her pictures right now like to rub their nose in her dirty underwear. They definitly needed a wash. They smelled like panties of a women who was dancing a lot and who was moist all night. The smell that would travel directly to a man's groin. The smell that would cause certain chemicals in a male's brain to boil over. I had to fuck her now! I became more forceful in my spooning technique and began to grind on her now bare and tanned ass. Instead of moaning and pushing her ass back onto me, she recoiled and started crying. Long loud sobs poured from her her buried mouth. I gently rubbed her shoulders and asked her what was wrong but at the same time knowing the answer. After about thirty minutes of prodding, the truth finally came out. She had fucked the stud. Even though I knew what was coming, the words stunned me. I guess because she was crying so hard, and not brazenly throwing it back in my face, I did not go nuts but instead tried to console the now deeply disturbing sobbing women. I asked what happened but she would give no details just that she was very drunk and the guy forced himself somewhat on her. The fact she was practically undressed in the clothes she wore that night made for easy access and she finally gave in and allowed the seduction. She mentioned nothing about a blow job but I am postive she would have gone down on him. To her, intercourse and oral sex go hand in hand and she uses the blowjob to loosen up and get wet in her vagina. While she was telling me the limited details between weeps, I found myself grinding harder and harder on her ass. Finally she yells out a scream that she could not believe I was horny after what she had just told me. She also cried out if it turns me on so much, she will fuck him again. With that, she started to gag and ran to the toilet to puke out some more booze. I found her naked, kneeling on the cold tile floor heaving her guts out. Between yelps she screamed at me how pathetic I was to be horny at a time like this. She told me there was not a hope in hell of banging her tonight. One because she was disgusted with my thinking, two because she was too hungover and sick and three, her pussy hurt like hell and in fact it had been bleeding earlier in the night from the banging. Only a panty liner had stopped a big mess. With that I lost it. I had been holding her hair from the puke but now I gripped it firmly with my left hand and guided my cock with my right hand into her still moist cunt. She was literally throwing up and crying and I was banging her from behind. I was taking what was mine. After she was done hacking, she bolted to the door with me running after her. She ran out the patio doors into the back yard and slipped on the dewy grass. She tried to get up, but I tackled her and wrestled her back to the ground. Because she had zero fat on her, it was like wrestling a greased pig. She was hard and slippery from the wet grass and very difficult to hold on to. Yes she was firm and taut and in perfect shape, but she had to be taught that I was the man. Because she worked out all of the time, there was a bit of a misconception that she was the stronger of the two. I had to prove this wrong. I flipped her on her back and while fighting off the flailing fists, drove my hard cock into her sore, swollen, bloody pussy. If she was going to parade that half covered ass around, there is a 100% chance she would get hit on. And if she, in a moment of weakness spreads her long beautiful legs for another mans' cock, she had better put out for me. I pounded her relentlessly, enjoying the power and the raw male sex. I did not care one bit what she wanted, all I know is she was mine and I was fucking her. After what seemed like an hour, but was really only about five minutes, I had an earth shattering orgasm. When my head cleared, I noticed red marks around her wrists and big welts on her tits from when I was roughly biting and sucking them. She was a beaten women, thoroughly fucked. Tears were pouring out her eyes and rolling down into her ears and the only words I heard her say were, " you raped me." Vacation Twist Ch. 04 This is a depiction loosely based on my marriage. If you found chapters 1,2 and 3 disturbing, please move on. * My wife crawled back into bed, crying herself to sleep. What have I done? Did I just rape my wife? Can a husband rape his wife? This much is sure. I give her a bit of sexual slack, much more than most men. I let her flirt with men, socialize with men, and in a couple cases sleep with men. Yes I give her some slack because it causes a perverse stirring sexually within me, but also because I think she really likes it and I like it when she is happy. And I guess the unwritten rule is if I grant her that small bit of freedom, surely she must put out for me. Truth be told though, is if I had a choice, and maybe I do, I would choose she be exclusive with me. Yes, she is happy with other men, but not in a cuckold way. She does not go out of her way to meet men. They gravitate to her and that makes her feel special and happy. In almost all cases, when a man checks her out and makes her feel sexy, that is enough to satisfy her hunger for attention. Sex is not needed. When she is happy in the household, life runs smoothly with lots of sex with me thrown in. So when she did not want to spread her legs for me after her flirting went too far the night before, this was a rule breaker. I took what was mine. I let her sleep long into the next day and not a word was said after she woke up and into the next day. I guess she had a reason to be mad at me but really the big issue was her bedding another man. Finally, we began to talk while watching TV in bed two nights later. She said she understood why I did what I did and was sorry for the straying after the fitness competition. Yes, the fitness. Maybe the reason we were are having this discussion. You see my wife is seeing us have a very important talk about out marriage and all I see are white boy shorts. I see a hard tanned stomach, belly ring and white boy shorts. I see perfectly shaped, long legs and white boy shorts. I see a low cut, body hugging tee shirt, perky tits and those shorts. I see exquisite feet with painted toe nails and butt baring, camel toe exposing boy shorts. Yes this was a very important conversion but damn, I just want to fuck her. Because she is so fit, everyone wants to fuck her. She knows this. She knows they don't want to chat with her, or want her opinions on world politics or are interested in her beliefs. They want to fuck her. Because of this she has control. I have always said that any good looking women with legs and an ass could rule the world. Men are putty when a hot chick with long legs smiles at them. So what is she in control of? I guess she has the ability to have a great home life and stray if she wants. I prefer she not, but I would not dump her. I love her and I can't possibly see myself not banging her. She is by far the hottest women I could ever get. I asked her what happend the night of the competition and she promised to tell me all of the details. Knowing my wife, this was for full disclosure, it was not meant to titillate. Remember, she is not interested in cuckold in anyway shape or form. Neither is she interested in me being humiliated. Is it possible she is a loving, respectful wife and mother with a sexual appetite that has to be quenched occasionally, sometimes without me? She admitted that her fellow male competitor was super hot for her for a while. She at first did not want to go there but enjoyed the subtle flirting, flirting that was done in small tight fitness clothing they wore while training. Not exactly a way to dissuade his persistence. She liked the fact that it was her attention he was vying for, not the much younger training partners. Beautiful training partners that sometimes made cracks about her age. After a while it became harder and harder to keep him at bay and she began to think that maybe she would ask me for permission to go outside the marriage. He was a wolf in tight shorts and maybe if she gave him a little ass, he might lay off for awhile. Admittedly, she was attracted to his massive frame and thought if she did bed him, it would make for good conversation for us in bed. Before permission was asked, though, the deed got done. She says she had no intention to be with him that night but the party was very sexual in nature with only very beautiful, perfectly shaped people there. The conversation was flirty from the get go because of booze and people blowing off steam. The women out numbered the men two to one which caused a bit of catty competition between the women almost as soon as they walked in the door. Almost everyone had boyfriends and girlfriends not at the party but that did not matter because this was a bit of a feeding frenzy between hot people. The younger women wanted my wife's friend bad but he was stuck to her like glue and she very much enjoyed the fact that her beauty won out over the other girls. These were the same girls that I saw all dolled up at the fitness competiton looking stunning in everyway. But my wife, when I last saw her that night, was sexy beyond belief. She was wearing a hardly there mini dress with impossibly high heels. It is physically impossible for any hetro man to look away from those long shiny tanned legs spilling from that dress. Her delicate ankle vine tattoos snaking up her legs made your eyes linger at her feet. She had teased hair and lots of makeup. Really she was dressed for sex. Still though, she did not want to fuck him at that party. The attention from hot men and the adulation she was receiving from other women that she scored the best looking guy was enough, but he became very insistent. She said he was literally more than twice the size of her and she could not stop his probing hands. Frankly, he scared her a bit. If he wanted to bang her right there, nothing could prevent it. She made the decsion to give him what he wanted, so maybe he might back off a little. Fat chance of that happening though. Experience tells me that once someone samples the delectable nector that is my wife, you must return over and over again. I decided to pry for the details, knowing she would not offer them to me if I did not ask. Remember, she is not into humilation. She loves and respects me. I peeled off her shorts and shirt and while playing with her pussy and nibbling on her tits, encouraged her to go on. I knew though to wait a few minutes unitl I got her warmed up a bit because the info would flow better. She said when no one was watching, she walked outside and stood behind a hedge in the backyard. Like a dog to a bone, her stud followed. Before a word was spoken, he had his big hands under her skirt, pulling the thong aside and inserting fingers in her hairless vagina. She said she felt like a helpless doll being manhandled by a massive brute. The more he fingered her, though, the more this rendezvous appealed to her. She could not turn back. The feeling in her pussy assured her of that. She peeled of his designer shirt and went to town on his abbs and pecs. She had rubbed oil on them before but had to act like it was no big deal. But it was a big deal and now she could kiss and moan while rubbing her fingertips over his chest and stomach. He tried to take off her dress but she would not allow it. Sure he would be inside her at some point, but for now, she was taking what she wanted. While fending of his hands, she managed to unbuckle his jeans and pull down his tight shorts so she could get a good look at the source of rumours going around the gym. Was he or wasn't he. He was tall and muscular with huge hands and she wanted to know if the part matched the package. The answer was yes. It was a young cock. Long and hard with a big veins of pumping blood, it stood almost straight up making it impossible not to lick. She loves to suck cock before intercourse because it makes her wet but she sucked it because it was one of the hottest things she has every seen. She loved every inch it and even though he was encouraging her to stand up so he could enter her, she resisted. You see, even though he was a imposing figure compared to her pixie like frame, she was in control. She had the ass and legs and she would do what she wanted. While before she was not crazy about the idea, a huge cock had quickly changed her mind and now she was loving the raw, hot sex. And since she was putting out, she was going to put out on her terms. He wanted to fuck her but too bad. She was not done sucking his cock. This drove him absolutely crazy. She brought him to the brink at least a dozen times before releasing him from her mouth. Deep throating, licking his balls, clawing at his rock of an ass, anything that made her horny. She would act like she was finished and then go right back to slipping it to the back of her throat. When she is enjoying sucking cock, she moans and cries and sweats Finally, because people would notice that they were missing, she thought it was time to offer up the big prize. She wrapped her arms around his waist and allowed him to lift one leg up to access the dripping pussy. God, what a sight that must have been. A long, shapely, tanned leg held at the ankle by a massive hand with a stripper heel dangling in the air. She moved the thong aside and he quickly entered her hole like a dog in heat. It was then that she realized it did not fit real good. She squealed with a combination of pain and delight and this only encouraged him to pound that pussy with even greater force. When the pain became unbearble, she whispered " you are so big, you are going to make me bleed" and the flood of cum emptied into her spent, aching vagina. They returned to the party with an impossible to hide, just fucked look on their faces. To the other women, he was now my wife's man so it was hands off. While the guys were high fiving, the women quietly congratulated her for getting the stud. The rest of the night, he brought her drinks and waited on her hand and foot, making sure she sat on his lap all night. She enjoyed the touching and the caressing like she does cuddling in bed after sex and allowed him long lingering kisses. After many, many drinks and after the sex glow had worn off, it was time to go. Problem is, his young, always hard cock wanted round two and he was making difficult to refuse. She figured she better let him in or she would never get home. After calling for a taxi, they went behind a car and he pulled down his pants and sat on the curb. She hiked up her skirt and hesitantly slipped her beaten, raw pussy over the head of his cock. The pain was too much and she began to stand up when he grabbed her by the hips and drove his cock as far in as it could go, and as far as a cock has ever been inside her. Now she knew she was bleeding. It felt like she was splitting in two. He sensed her pain and this only gave him more pleasure causing the second flow of cum to spill deep inside my wife. After listening to what happened to my wife and another man, I realized I had stopped rubbing my wife's vagina. I just listened. This was not turning me on, this was pissing me off because things had gone too far. She was enjoying talking about the event a little too much and without me touching her, she was moaning and squirming. I got up off the bed and went for a walk around the house trying to clear my head. Had she done too much this time and if she did not ask for permission this time, when would it happen again? After about fifteen minutes, I returned to the bedroom expecting to talk to my wife about what transpired. Maybe she would be apologetic or maybe she would be crying. Instead I found my naked wife furiously masturbating. Her eyes were closed, she was moaning and she was going to town on her pussy with her two middle fingers like I have never seen before. I think she enjoyed herself the other night much, much more than she is letting on.