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You’ve Got Mail Ch. 01

By: LynnGKS



Note to reader: A friend with the nom de plume of MrWicked asked me if I would write a story based on the premise of a guy getting e-mail pictures of his wife having sex − or at least a gal that LOOKED like his wife. He chose the title. He suggested several good endings but I created my own. Here is that story.




I thought the first one was a practical joke in poor taste by someone in the office. It was a simple message that said, "Your wife has a lover. Want to see the pictures?" It was from an e-mail address I never heard of.

I ignored the message and a week later I got another one from the same address. This one had a picture attached labeled "Erika's beaver." I downloaded the picture and it was of a gal's beaver but one of those programs that distort pictures had been used on it. It was hairy and brunet like my wife's beaver but the outline was distorted so I couldn't be sure it was hers.

My name is Rob McMillan and I manage a rather large shipping firm. I have been happily married for twenty years to a gal I met in college. Erika is a beautiful blond Swede with long tan legs and really great tits. Our sex life had gotten a bit bland but she had not given me any hint that she is having an affair. What the hell was going on?

Two days later I got a picture of a couple fucking missionary and the distortion prevented me from recognizing the gal but her hair was the same blond as Erica and she had great legs just like my wife. Her legs were wrapped around the guy's body. I printed the picture on my color printer and started a file that I kept locked in my desk drawer.

I went to a computer guy who works for me. I told him I was getting pornographic e-mails from someone I didn't know and he asked if they were pictures of children. When I said no he told me that the authorities only traced e-mails if it was child porn.

Then I got another that shocked me. It was a shot of Erika's head with a big smile on her face and her blond hair blowing in the wind. I couldn't tell where it was taken. Then I got nothing for over a week and then came the shocker.

A gal was getting fucked doggie, buck naked, bent over a desk in an office with equipment very similar to the desks and chairs in several of the offices in this building. It was dark outside and it sure looked like Erika's tits hanging down and her blond hair was exactly like Erika's. But I could not see her face.

That picture got to me somehow. I got an erection looking at it. That night in bed I fucked my wife and fantasized that another guy had stripped her down and fucked her in one of the offices of my company. An employee of mine?

As I fucked the woman I loved, my mind went through all the faces of the guys who worked for me wondering which one was fucking her. This was a completely new experience for me. Why was I turned on by the thought of another man fucking my wife?

The next day at work I looked carefully at every guy I passed trying to see if he was looking at me differently, perhaps leering like a stud at a cuckold. I went back to the other pictures in my collection and looked them over in the privacy of my office. Then I went into my private bathroom and masturbated with the pictures spread out on the floor. Shit! What was happening to me?

I went on the net and read about it. It was real. There were guys who were aroused by watching another guy fuck their wife. Was I like that? Jesus! This was something new. I had never even thought of anything like that.

Erika and I had a great marriage. For twenty years we'd been in love and happy. I'd worked my way up to the top job at this branch and in another few years I could retire with a nice pension. Erika had supported me all the way. Our sex life was kinda bland and we were not fucking all that often now that we were in our forties, but it was hard to believe that she was having an affair. Even if she was, why was she doing this to me? 

The next e-mail had a note reading, "Erika is really great pussy." A picture was attached showing what I was now convinced might be my wife getting fucked missionary, her blond hair visible, her face blocked by the guy's head. The picture was shot from the foot of the bed and her widespread legs were high in the air and a hairy guy's ass was between her thighs. His cock was buried deep and the biggest pair of low-hanging balls I ever saw were slapping her in the ass.

I masturbated in my private bathroom, on my knees, chest on the commode lid, looking at pictures spread out on the floor. I concluded that I really was one of those guys I had read about on the Internet. Thinking about my wife getting fucked by another guy turned me on. Jesus!

I sat down at my desk, took out a yellow pad, and began jotting notes. I was not stupid. I ran a large branch of a big company. I needed to think about this carefully. I wrote at the top of the first page a big "#1 WHY?" At the top of the second page I wrote "#2 WHO?" Under #2 WHO I wrote "HOW MANY?" Then I started my list.

I rechecked the pictures. In each case a camera on a tripod aimed at the target and set for time delay COULD have taken the picture. So the guy in the picture could have set it up. If there were a third person there was no proof of it yet. Obviously Erika was involved if in fact the woman in the pictures was my wife.

I made a note: "Tentative conclusion two people one of them may be Erika."

Under #1 WHY I made two lists one labeled "ERIKA" the other "NOT ERIKA."

Under "ERIKA" I had a big question mark but in the "NOT ERIKA" column I had the notes, "Someone trying to break us up. Boyfriend? Job Related?" 

Then I sat there thinking. Erika and I had a stable marriage as far as I knew. She loved me and had not given me any clue that she had taken a lover. Of course the husband is always the last to know.

My mind went back to the picture of that hairy bastard between her legs. I closed my eyes and thought about that. Then I got out the alphabetical list of all my employees and one by one I pictured the men in my head. I came up with three guys who were hairy enough to be the guy fucking my wife.

Shit! Not the guy fucking my wife! The guy in the picture! I couldn't think straight. Looking at those hairy guys gave me another hard on. I can't go on like this I thought as I went into my bathroom to masturbate looking at the picture of that hairy ass between my wife's thighs. I closed my eyes and saw those big balls slapping Erika in the ass as he fucked her and I pumped my load on to toilet paper spread out on the floor.

I came back to my desk and added, "Does Erika know I'm like that?" to the list under "WHY?" But thinking about it I asked myself how could she know when I myself didn't know till this thing started.

My computer pinged when I got a new e-mail and it pinged as I had that thought. I checked and it was another one. This time no message but a picture of a woman's left hand looking much like my wife's hand caressing a big hard penis. Shit! It's TWICE the size of mine!

And oh my God the rings! A plain wedding band and an engagement ring with that little diamond just like the one I had given her in college. It meant so much to her that she'd never replaced it with the big diamond we could now afford. Was that her hand?

It's HER I thought. She's holding another guy's dick! But she's got to know that pictures are being taken and she must know the pictures are being sent to me. WHY? Why would she do this to me? What is her motive? If she wanted to leave me all she had to do was leave − not torment me.

And then nothing for two whole weeks! I was about to go out of my mind. My work began to suffer. My lists of possibilities got longer and I was masturbating several times a day at the office looking at those dirty pictures and fantasizing a hairy man fucking my wife.

And then it came. No picture but the message said "You want me to pump a load of cum on her face? Give her a facial? I'll do it and send you a picture. But you have to ASK me to do it. All you have to say in your response to this e-mail is, 'Yes. Please give my wife a facial.' Then I'll do it and take a picture and send it to you so you can jack off in your office."

Oh my God! I thought. How does he know? Jack off in my office? How does he know I'm doing that? And then my mind pictured that bastard standing over my wife on her knees. She had just sucked him to the point of orgasm and he was pulling that big dick out of her mouth and pumping a load of thick creamy white semen in glob after glob onto her face and hair.

I got an erection and headed for my bathroom to relieve it. The bastard! He'd do that to the woman I loved! And she'd let him because ... because ... why the HELL would she DO that. She'd NEVER torment me like this. I saw that thick cock squirting cum on my wife's face while I ejaculated after pounding my peter like a Junior High School kid. Shit! I was running out of toilet paper.

I had to jack off because it was difficult to think straight with a hard on. I went back to my desk and continued to work on my lists. I simply could not believe my wife would do this, but it sure looked like her in the pictures. And there was that one picture of her face with her hair blowing in the wind − but the engagement ring was the clincher.

Only one of the hairy guys had any reason to cause me trouble − Art Lloyd. If I lost control of management then he'd be the guy the board would look to as a replacement for me. Was he trying to destroy me? I thought of that hairy ass and that big thick cock and got another hard on. Shit! I can't keep going on this way. I gotta masturbate again if I'm gonna think straight. And I did.

How do I answer that e-mail. Do I wanna see Erika's face covered with cum? Yeah I thought I'd like to see that! From there my mind pictures went to watching that hairy bastard fuck her. Why would she do that? How could she love that guy? If I asked to see a picture with cum on her face I'd know for sure whether it was my wife.

But WHY was she doing it? I had to find out. I'VE GOT TO KNOW! Half out of my mind I wrote the e-mail he wanted. What the hell did I have to lose?

I found out what I had to lose the following afternoon. Art Lloyd entered my office with a big scrapbook over an inch thick. He put it down on my conference table and invited me to join him.

"You're really gonna enjoy this," he said, as he opened the book to the first page.

The page contained the e-mail I had received that started the whole thing. Then on continuing pages were the other e-mails and attached pictures. He turned another page and there was a color photo of me on my knees bent over the toilet seat masturbating with the pictures I had printed from the e-mails spread out on the floor. The pictures I had used for arousal.

"How the hell did you get this picture?" I asked.

"Motion activated video cam in the air vent in the ceiling," Art said with a chuckle. "You sure pound that skinny peter hard when you beat your meat."

He continued turning the pages and the last page contained the e-mail I had sent requesting him to give my wife a facial and send me a picture. I just sat there numb with humiliation and fear.

"How would you like me to show this scrapbook to your wife Erika?" Art asked leering at me and laughing. "You want her to know that you fantasize about her having sex with another man and then masturbate? That you asked the guy to cum on her face and send you the picture?"

"Of course that's not Erika in the pictures," he continued. "The only picture of her was taken at the company picnic last summer."

"Why?" I asked with helpless humiliation. "Why are you doing this?"

"I want you to take early retirement or transfer to another branch. And unless you do, I'm gonna show this scrapbook to your wife," he said.

"I can't do that," I said. "I'd lose half of my retirement pay if I retired now and I'd take a major salary cut if I transferred."

"Think it over," he said. "I'll give you till the next board meeting to make up your mind. If you don't apply for early retirement or a transfer at that meeting I'll show this scrapbook to your wife. And then Erika will know that she's married to a pervert."

With that he closed the book, picked it up, and left the office. I went back to my desk and sat with my mind whirling with questions. I tried to think rationally.

First of all what he did with that video cam probably violated some law but I'd have to go to the authorities and the whole story would come out. I couldn't do that.

Second, I could not simply do nothing and let him destroy my marriage. I had to act. But what should I do. I could put something in his record to keep the board from selecting him as my replacement but that's just revenge after I retired or transferred.

After a lot of thought I concluded that there were only two choices. Do what he wanted or tell Erika myself. How does a man tell his wife that he's a pervert? I'll think about that on my way home. I put that file of e-mails and pictures in my briefcase and took the long scenic route home, thinking.

Erika served a nice rack of lamb and I ate mine as usual with a generous amount of mint jelly. After dinner we went out on the patio and I fixed a Balvenie, no ice and a shot of water. She told me about her day while we had our first drink and then I fixed seconds for each of us and started to tell her about mine.

There was ample light to read the e-mails and see the pictures. She listened patiently and then started to laugh pointing at the individual pictures.

"That's not my ring," she said. "Those are not my legs! Can't you tell? And my breasts are not like that! You've played with 'em for twenty years. Can't you tell those are not mine?"

Then I told her about the video cam in the bathroom and what I had done. I showed her the pictures. She listened quietly and when I finished she spoke very softly and lovingly.

"Did you know you were like that?" Erika asked.

"Not until now," I said.

"Well, I'm not perfect either," she said. "Let me tell you a story."

"Do you remember when we had been married about five years I went to be with Mom while she had surgery on her gall bladder and got real sick afterward?"

"Yeah, I remember that," I said. "You were gone for two weeks."

"Well I met an old boyfriend from college, Ben Ziegler, who was working at the hospital where Mom had her surgery. One thing led to another and ... well, I fucked him − fucked him a lot during those two weeks."

"That's the only time I've been unfaithful to you in twenty years but one time is one time too many when it comes to adultery. And adultery is a hell of a lot worse than jacking off looking at dirty pictures."

"But that last e-mail I sent to him. The one asking him to ... "

Erika interrupted me, "You were half out of your mind. You had no idea what you were doing. You wanted to know if it was going to be MY face you'd see covered with semen." 

"As for your ... what shall we call it ... your newfound sexual fantasy? There's no way I'm gonna fuck some stranger for your entertainment, but I love you and maybe I can help you fantasize a bit. Tell you about Ben Ziegler maybe," she said chuckling.

"I want you to go to the office tomorrow and ask that bastard Art Lloyd to join you. Then have him give me a call so I can tell him personally what an asshole he is. Then you tell him to request a transfer or you're gonna investigate what laws he broke when he put a video cam in your private bathroom."

I was feeling very humiliated at being aroused by the thought of another man fucking my wife and I tried to explain that to her but she put her fingers on my mouth and told me not to talk about it.

"I love you very much, darling," she said. "Let's go upstairs and get in bed and I'll tell you all about Ben Ziegler. He's the only guy we've got to work with but I got two weeks worth of confession plus a couple of years in college to talk about. That confession will certainly be good for me and maybe you'll enjoy it."

"Then we'll take our sex lives one step at a time to where ever they go. And as long as we keep loving each other, where our sex lives go doesn't matter."

I loved her. I loved her with all my heart. I was a very lucky man to have her for a wife.

You’ve Got Mail Ch. 02



I had just dodged a bullet. My name is Rob McMillan and I manage a rather large shipping firm. I have been happily married for twenty years to a gal I met in college. Erika is a beautiful blond Swede with long tan legs and really great tits.

An employee of mine, Art Lloyd, tried to get my job by blackmail. He sent me anonymous e-mails with pictures he said were of my wife and her lover. They were fake but very convincing and my responses were highly inappropriate. Looking at the pictures, I discovered for the first time that I had the fetish of being aroused by thinking about my wife with another man.

I was finally forced to tell my wife the whole sordid story before my employee blackmailed me with it. I got rid of the employee. And my loving wife didn't even blame me for getting aroused looking at dirty pictures I thought were of her.

She confessed to an affair she had some years ago with an old college boyfriend named Ben Ziegler and said that adultery was a hell of a lot worse than masturbating looking at dirty pictures. She didn't blame me for my fetish. She offered to help. Erika is a very loving wife.

"I love you very much," she had said the night I told her the whole story. "Let's go upstairs and get in bed and I'll tell you all about Ben Ziegler. Frankly I never thought that me cheating on you fifteen years ago might give you a hard on, but that's all we've got to work with and I'm sure as hell not gonna fuck any strangers to turn you on in the future."

"That confession will certainly be good for me and if you like hearing about me having sex maybe you'll enjoy it. Then we'll take our sex lives one step at a time to where ever they go. And as long as we keep loving each other, where our sex lives go doesn't matter."

Every man needs a wife that loving and understanding.

It was early but we went to our bedroom with our third double Balvenie. I asked that tall blond Swede to strip naked and walk around in her red spike heels for my viewing pleasure. She walked around the bed slowly giving me a full view of her body.

God! She was beautiful. Her long tan legs were made lovelier by those red spikes and the creamy white bikini protected skin accentuated her tan body. Her breasts were full, nipples erect, and showed only a slight sag to indicate their forty-two years of age. That thick curly haired beaver where I buried my face when I tongued her clit revealed only a slight hint of that clit. No man alive could resist the beauty of my blond Swedish Venus. 

We played around a little bit in bed and then Erika asked me what I wanted to hear about Ben Ziegler.

"Start at the beginning," I said. "When you first met him and started dating him."

"I first heard about him at the beginning of my Junior year. The girls at the Sigma Kappa house would sit around and drink and tell Ben Ziegler stories. The drunker they got the dirtier the stories got. It was his stamina they all talked about most. He never fucked a gal less that three times and often more than that."

"His dick wasn't special. It was thicker than most but only a couple of inches longer than yours. Most of us had fucked guys with longer ones. What they talked about most was the size of his balls. They were huge and low hanging."

She reached over and stroked my cock gently and I came erect. Then she began to softly massage my testicles as she told me about Ben. What she said was turning me on. My wife was turning me on by telling me about another guy she had fucked! I was a pervert! The kind I read about on the Internet!

"Everybody figured it was his balls that gave him his stamina," she continued. "None of the gals had seen a guy with bigger balls. And he was hairy. When you showed me the picture of that hairy guy with the big balls in the saddle fuckin that bitch, the first thing I thought of was Ben Ziegler. You think that was Art Lloyd?"

"Yeah I think it was," I said. "He wouldn't get too many people involved in his scam. Jesus! That picture reminded you of Ben Ziegler?"

"Yes it did. Art Lloyd may be a blackmailing asshole but he's got the most beautiful pair of testicles I've seen since I fucked Ben Ziegler."

"Well, anyway, one of the gals set me up with Ben and I fucked him on the first date. That's what he expected and all the gals did it. He gave me three orgasms. He was the best fuck I had in college."

"And he really knew how to do a gal's asshole. It hurt at first when that thick dick was stretching you out but after a few weeks it felt great. He used the same technique on every gal and after we'd had a few drinks we all talked about it at the Sigma Kappa house."

"What did he do?" I asked.

"He'd take me doggie and gently ease that thick lubricated thing in. Then he'd reach around and stroke my clitoris to get it hard. You know how big my clit is when it gets hard -- as big as my little finger. He'd take the shaft of that thing between his thumb and forefinger and stroke it like he was jacking off a little penis, all the time fucking me very gently in the ass."

"Did you cum?" I asked.

"Oh yeah! He took his time but he always gave me an orgasm. And when my contractions started my anal sphincter contracted along with my pussy. I could feel my ass grabbing his cock. He was using my orgasm to make his own orgasm even better."

"He'd start pumping hard and during my contractions he'd ejaculate glob after glob of semen deep up my rectum. It was the strangest sensation when my anus felt the base of his cock contract with each spurt of cum."

"He did all the girls the same way?"

Erika started to laugh and nod her head as she remembered her college days.

"Yeah he did and we'd get drunk at the sorority house and giggle as we talked about his technique. Some of the gals had really sore assholes and we tried to explain how good it was gonna feel after he'd finished stretching 'em out."

She laughed again and shook her head. "It was hard to convince them that the pain was worth what they were gonna get to enjoy later."

"All the gals emphasized that he always made the girl cum. We were all fucking guys who didn't know how to fuck or didn't care if their date had her orgasm. They just thought about themselves. But Ben Ziegler always brought the gal off several times. That reputation is why he had first date pussy standing in line."

"You were fuckin me at the time," I said.

"Yes I was and you always gave me a tender, loving orgasm. But Ben never gave me less than three and always one with his cock up my ass. It was just raw, ugly sex. He was an animal! And I loved every minute of it! We all did!"

"Rob you gotta understand," she continued, "that inside every woman there's a whore trying to get out. Ben Ziegler had an animal way of getting that whore out of any gal he fucked. He turned me into a whore every time I fucked him -- just a foul-mouthed slut begging to be fucked. All the gals talked about him doing that to them. If we got drunk enough we'd tell each other the nasty things we asked him to do to us. Some of those gals had really dirty minds."

"So you'd fuck him one night like a whore," I said starting to get very horny. "And then fuck me lovingly like a lady the next night?"

"Well I'm not sure exactly how a lady fucks but that's sorta what I mean," she said laughing.

Then she squeezed my dick and said, "Let me take care of this thing. It's beginning to throb. I don't want your balls to start to ache."

She climbed on to do me cowboy. Jesus she had beautiful tits. They hung down and jiggled in my face.

Shit! I was ready and I pumped my load in just a few minutes, thinking about that hairy bastard's big balls slapping Erika in the ass. Only now it wasn't just my fantasy looking at a fake picture, it had really happened to her. She rolled off of me, breathing heavily, and curled her naked body close against me.

Being sexually aroused at the thought of another man fucking my wife was an entirely new experience for me. It first began when I was aroused looking at those e-mail pictures. I had checked it out on the Internet and discovered that some guys were like that but I never thought I was before this.

"Where did you fuck him?" I asked.

"In the back seat of a big old Buick he drove," she said. "I always stripped down buck naked for him. He wouldn't touch a gal unless she was starkers. A date with him was nearly two hours of solid fucking."

"Most guys I fucked were like you. They'd fuck five or ten minutes, cum, and then quit. That hairy bastard pounded a pussy twenty-five or thirty minutes. Sometimes I'd have two orgasms before he pumped his load. Then he'd rest five or ten minutes and he was ready to go again."

"He was the best fuck on campus but he had the IQ of a gerbil. He barely qualified as a lab tech and was lucky to get that hospital job which I think he still has. None of the gals ever thought about marrying him. They just wanted to fuck him. I was dating you and I saw you as a successful businessman, which you turned out to be."

"Yeah," I said in disgust. "I got rich but I couldn't fuck."

"Don't say that darling. You're being unfair to yourself! You gave me wonderful orgasms. Very loving orgasms! And you still do! Ben was just an animal."

"One loving orgasm, sometimes two, but never three," I said. "Shit!"

"Do you remember Olivia Winston? She was a Sigma Kappa," Erika asked.

"Of course I remember her. Who could forget those big boobs?"

"You fucked her. Why didn't you marry her?" Erika said defiantly.

"That's a stupid question. Because she was a dumb blond − a flake. Fun to fuck, especially when she was on top with her tits hanging down, but not someone you'd want to marry."

"The same with Ben Ziegler. Ben was fun to fuck," she said with a chuckle, "but not someone you'd want to marry."

Somehow it didn't seem right, I thought. Girls are not supposed to go out with guys just because they're fun to fuck. I started to point this out but then I realized that if I did Erika would just laugh and call me sexist.

"How much did you fuck him?" I asked.

Erika chuckled. "As much as I could. He had first date pussy standing in line so he was very selective and I was lucky he did me once a week. I was dating you twice a week and I'd quit fuckin other guys. I had already decided that you were the man I wanted to marry."

"Shit!" I said. "You'd decided you wanted to marry me and you kept dating him? Why?"

"I just told you darling. Because he was fun to fuck! He brought out the whore in me. I'd just spread my legs and lay back and pump my ass and he'd fuck my brains out. My whole pelvis would feel great for days. I'd get so turned on I'd lose my gag reflex and take that big dick deep throat."

Then very softly she asked, "Does it turn you on for me to tell you what it felt like to fuck another man and have a pair of heavy, low hanging balls slap me in the ass?"

I nodded and that picture came back into my head. I remembered masturbating as I imagined that I saw Art Lloyd's big testicles swinging back and forth as he fucked my wife. That had happened to her for real with Ben Ziegler. Shit! My cock was throbbing again!

Erika saw my reaction and she giggled. Then she pulled me between her legs, slipped my dick into her, and I started pounding that pussy big time. It was only a matter of minutes before I pumped my second load.

"You're very energetic tonight," she said, as I lay on top of her panting for air. "Maybe I should have told you Ben Ziegler stories before this. Talking about him turns me on too. It makes me remember what it feels like to get turned into a slut and beg a guy to fuck me."

We talked some more and then I fucked her a third time before I fell asleep exhausted. I felt proud of myself to pump three loads into her − just like Ben Ziegler.

That next night on the patio I asked Erika, "Do you want to go to bed early?"

"You are a satyr," she said. "You pounded me like a slut last night. Remember I passed my fortieth birthday two years ago. I can't fuck like I did in college. But yeah I want to go to bed early. It's been a long time since you fucked like this. I think I better take advantage of it."

After we were naked in bed she asked me what I wanted to hear about. I thought it over and asked her a question I had been wondering about since last night.

"Did you ever fuck me when you had his fresh cum inside you," I asked.

She thought about that question for a minute and then suddenly began to laugh.

"Do you remember that Sigma Kappa spring picnic out at Seneca Park?" Erika asked.

"Yeah I remember that," I said. "They had that party once a year. Nobody had dates with anybody. They called it a free-for-all."

"And you and I hooked up after dark and you took me to the Sigma Kappa parking lot and screwed me," she said laughing.

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well, just a few minutes before we hooked up, Ben Ziegler caught me in the woods, pulled my pants down and did me doggie tickling my clit to bring me off. It was just a quickie but it felt good. So when you got me back to the sorority house I was dripping a big load of Ben's fresh cum. Do you remember what you said?"

I thought back and couldn't remember. "No I don't."

"You slipped that thing into me and felt me dripping wet," she chuckled. "You said something about me being horny and wet. But it wasn't MY juice. It was Ben's fresh jism. You were getting sloppy seconds in a freshly fucked pussy and you didn't know it."

Then she broke out in loud laughter as my cock throbbed at the thought of Ben's cum lubricating my entry into her. She reached over and felt my cock and pulled me on top of her to fuck. I lasted less than five minutes thinking about my dick in her just minutes after another guy fucked her. And she was laughing at how aroused that story made me.

I lay there resting and cuddling with Erika, thinking about those college days.

"During that Junior year," I said, "Ben was fucking you as much as I was."

"Almost as much darling," she said, "almost as much."

Then she chuckled and added, "Of course it depends on how you count it, doesn't it."

"What the hell does THAT mean?" I asked.

Erika was giggling like a schoolgirl as she said, "Whether you count loads or dates. He pumped at least three loads on each date and you had twice as many dates with me but you usually pumped only one load, so ... "

"You horny bitch!" I yelled. "Thinking about him STILL turns you on!"

"It turns YOU on too," she said laughing. "I'm gonna keep telling you about him."

The next night I got to wondering if she fucked Ben after we got engaged. So I asked her.

"In January of our Senior year we got engaged," I said. "You were still fucking Ben at that time?"

"Yes I was," she said. "I'd been fuckin him steady for almost a year and a half."

"Did you quit fucking him after we got engaged?"

"I thought it was not right to fuck another man wearing your ring," she said.

That answer seemed okay but somehow she said it in a strange way so I followed up.

"So you quit fucking him?"

She paused a long time and then said very softly, "Not exactly."

"What exactly does 'not exactly' mean?"

Again she paused as if searching for words.

"I fucked him after we got engaged − but I only called him when I got real horny and needed him bad. And I always took off my engagement ring," she said.

Her hand reached over and began to stroke my erect cock.

"When was the last time you fucked him before we got married?" I asked.

"Wednesday before we got married on Saturday," she said softly. "I didn't fuck him again until five years later when I was unfaithful to you."

My cock began to throb and she rolled over and mounted me cowboy and guided my erection into her and began to hump. I humped back as hard as I could, thinking of my Erika pumping her ass for that hairy bastard just a few days before we were married. It was only a few minutes before I ejaculated.

It went on like that night after night for weeks. We hadn't fucked so much since our honeymoon. Art Lloyd's stunt had rejuvenated our sex life. We even fucked in the afternoons on weekends − something we hadn't done since the early years of our marriage. And we always talked about Ben Ziegler. Talking about him turned us both on big time.

One night Erika asked me if I remembered a friend of hers from Sigma Kappa.

"Do you remember Nancy Harris?" Erika asked.

"Blond. Big tits?"

"That's her," Erika said laughing. "Well she got married and now works in administration at Norton's Hospital."

"Where your Mom had her surgery?" I asked.

"Yeah," Erika said. "She fucked Ben Ziegler in college and later helped him get a job as a lab tech at Norton's. Her husband travels a lot and she still fucks Ben when her loving hubby is out of town."

"For TWENTY YEARS?" I said, shocked. "And her husband hasn't found out?"

"Yeah for twenty years and she says Ben still pumps three loads a night," Erika said laughing.

Then she got very quiet and said softly, "Nancy is the gal that fixed me up with Ben when I was there for Mom's surgery. Are you ready to hear about that now."

I guess now was the time to hear about when she was unfaithful to me. Hearing about her fucking him in college was a turn on. I wonder what I will feel hearing her describe fucking another man with my wedding ring on her finger.

"Yeah. Tell me about it. Where did you fuck him?"

"At Mom's house. He'd come over after work and I'd get naked and into my spikes."

"Those are the shoes you call your 'chase-me-catch-me-fuck-me' shoes," I said.

"And that's exactly what that hairy bastard did," she said laughing. "He'd chase me around the house and catch me and fuck me − fuck me where he caught me whether it was on the living room rug or doing me doggie over the kitchen table. He said he liked to watch my tits bounce when I ran naked. He'd pump his usual three loads every night, just like I remembered from college. And a couple more the next morning before he went to work."

"Did you wear your wedding ring when you fucked him?" I asked.

Erika fell silent for a couple of minutes and then said softly, "I better tell you the truth about that. I didn't wear my rings the first night. When I invited him back to fuck me the next night he said it turned him on to fuck another man's wife but he wouldn't fuck me any more if I didn't wear my wedding ring. So I wore it the rest of the two weeks he fucked me. I felt ashamed that I needed him as much as that."

"We fucked every evening and most mornings for two weeks till Mom got out of the hospital. I have felt guilty about it for all these years, especially about wearing my rings."

Then she giggled and said, "But it seems different now somehow. If I'd known it turned you on I'd a told you sooner."

"Fuck me and think about him," I said. "Fantasize him fucking you. I want to fantasize watching him catch you naked and fuck you."

And we played that game. Only this time it wasn't a story about before we were married. It was a story about my wife being unfaithful. Still, I was as horny as I could be thinking about it and I only lasted a few minutes.

But what was remarkable was the way Erika pumped her ass real hard and grunted like an animal. She had never fucked me that way before. She had her orgasm before I did. I remembered her saying that Ben fucking her turned her into a whore. Did thinking about him when she fucked me do the same thing?

We lay there sweating and panting and resting. I couldn't get my mind off the picture of Ben fucking her and her grunting that way. My dick got hard again and I started stroking it thinking about them fucking.

Finally I whispered in her ear, "Thinking about Ben when you fuck turned you on didn't it?"

"Yes it did," she said. "I was also thinking about you getting aroused as you imagined me getting fucked by another man -- aroused, not angry. That thought turned me on too. Shit! We're both getting very weird!"




You’ve Got Mail Ch. 02



I pulled her close and whispered softly in her ear something I had been thinking about for weeks − something that I couldn't get out of my mind. 

"Why don't you have Nancy Harris set you up to fuck Ben?"

"I told you I wasn't gonna fuck any guys to turn you on," she said.

"No darling," I replied. "What you actually said was that you were not gonna fuck any STRANGERS. But Ben's not a stranger. He's an old friend. You fucked him a lot and you still get horny thinking about him. And so do I. It will be very easy to arrange it."

Erika didn't say anything. She reached down and started stroking my pecker again. Jesus she was getting horny! She wanted to fuck some more.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "And don't be gentle! Fuck me like a whore! I need to think."

I crawled in the saddle again and started pounding her real hard.

As I fucked her I said, "Well? Will you fuck him?"

She didn't answer my question but she started to pump her ass real hard and grunt like an animal. She's thinking about him, I thought − fantasizing that she's fucking that hairy bastard.

The next night was Thursday. After work we were having our usual cocktail on the patio and, when I asked her about her day, she finally answered my question. She chuckled in a sexy manner and spoke softly.

"Well I did it," she said. "I called Nancy Harris. We talked about Ben Ziegler. I told her I might want to fuck that hairy bastard without you knowing about it."

I started to get an erection sitting there at the patio table.

"I couldn't very well say that it turns you on to think about your wife fuckin another man and you wanted to play with your skinny little peter thinking about him shoving that thick cock into me."

Jesus I thought it's true but saying it out loud sounds so perverted.

She chuckled, "I just said I was horny and wanted to feel that thick cock again, which is true of course. But I'm not sure this is a good idea. I'm really not."

"What did she say?" I asked.

"She'll help. We had a long talk about Ben. He's interesting," she said. "He tried marriage but that didn't work so he's been single, living in an apartment. He's fucked a lot of gals over the years. Some like Nancy that he fucked in college and kept on fucking afterward. Two he fucked in college now live in other towns and travel to see him every month or so."

"He won't fuck a gal unless she's got a husband because he's afraid she'll get pregnant. He never uses rubbers. He claims he's had three kids for sure and maybe more. It turns him on to fuck another man's wife. He makes the wife wear her wedding ring and take hubby's picture out of her wallet and prop it up on the bedside table so hubby can watch the action."

"Jesus," I said. "He takes cuckoldry seriously and he's just a fucking machine."

Erika laughed. "That's exactly what he was in college and has been ever since. So far none of the husbands has found out, although one husband, a guy named Jim Rogers, likes to watch his wife get fucked and Ben lets him watch. Says hubby masturbates several times as Ben fucks his wife."

Thinking about watching Ben fuck Erika was exciting. That would be a total turn on. But he would talk about me like he talks about Jim Rogers. No, I thought, that's out of the question. He's got to think she's cheating on me.

"I don't think I could do that," I said.

"And I wouldn't let you do that darling," she said softly. "I could never let the man I love watch Ben turn me into his private whore -- just a foul mouthed little slut."

"But you'll tell me about fucking him won't you?"

With a sexy chuckle Erica said, "Of course my love − every sordid, erotic, dirty little detail. I want to get your pecker rock hard and throbbing and then use it myself."

"Did you tell Nancy to set it up?" I asked.

"She checked and Ben is free this weekend. She said she'd set it up for me to go to his place tomorrow if I wanted her to. I told her I needed to think about it some more and I'd call her back later tonight. You and I need to have a serious conversation about this."

"I want you to think about it carefully darling," she said very earnestly. "This is different from just remembering stuff that happened in the past. This is doing new stuff. I'm not at all sure that this is a good idea. This must be YOUR decision and yours alone. And there are some things you need to know before you decide you want me to fuck him."

"What things?" I asked.

"Are you ready to hear some things you might be sorry I told you? Things you might not want to know?"

"Tell me," I said. "I can take it."

"Are you sure? Once I've said something I can't take it back."

"I'm sure," I said.

"Okay, here it comes!" Erika said, with determination. "First, I really DO want to fuck him. I'm not just doing it for your pleasure, but for mine too. Of course I want to please you by making your fantasy come true. But mainly I want to fuck him for MY pleasure"

"These last few weeks, remembering how much he pleased me in the past has aroused me more than you can ever know. I ought to be ashamed of myself for feeling like a whore and wanting him to fuck me like a slut, but I'm not. I'm so damned aroused by thinking about him that there's no room for shame."

"He's the best fuck I ever had. And that includes you. You fuck me like a loving husband and I need love, but that's not enough for me now after what I've been feeling these last few weeks. You don't turn me into a trembling slut begging you to do every dirty thing you want to do to me."

"You're my husband and you fuck me with love and I can't live without you. Ben Ziegler is an animal that only gives me raw sexual pleasure. I've lived without him for fifteen years now and could live the rest of my life without him. You've asked me to fuck him so I will but only if you understand what's gonna happen. I want you to remember that if you say it's okay, I'll enjoy every minute he spends between my legs. It could change me. Got that?"

"And second you need to know that Ben is habit forming."

"Habit forming? What does that mean?" I asked.

"I tried to stop fucking him after we got engaged. And I couldn't. I cheated and kept on fucking him because he was there and I needed him. I think it's possible that if we hadn't moved up here after we got married that I might have kept on fucking him in secret just like Nancy did."

I was shocked to hear her say that but she had even more to say.

"When Nancy fixed me up fifteen years ago I planned to fuck him only once for old times sake. I ended up fucking him every night for two weeks. And I might still be fucking him if we lived in the same town. Hear me darling! You're my husband and I love you, but if we lived in the same town I might still be fucking him. He's that good!"

I thought about that. Jesus! Still be fuckin him? She had a powerful need for the sex he could give her.

"So remember, if I fuck him now it might not stop. You think about that, darling. I won't start without your permission but you need to know that once you allow me to fuck him I might not be able to stop even if I have to cheat on you in secret like I did before."

Then she said very softly, "Understand me my love. I cheated on you twice with him. I'm over him now, but if I fuck him again I might get hooked again -- just like on drugs. So be very sure you want me to fuck him."

I thought about it and got very aroused at the thought of her spreading her legs for that hairy bastard. If I enjoy it now why the hell would I ever change my mind? 

"How often would you be fucking him?" I asked.

Erika chuckled, "Like Nancy, I guess, as much as I could. Nancy's hubby travels two or three times a month. I'd probably go down there two or three weekends a month, if he wants me that often. And shit! He's got pussy standing in line. Mine may not be good enough for him to invite me back!"

"Each weekend I'd be in his apartment from Friday afternoon till Monday morning -- three nights, three mornings, and two full days. And that's two days naked in my chase-me-catch-me-fuck-me shoes. And that horny bastard is gonna catch me a lot."

I concentrated and tried to understand exactly what she was telling me. She was not just doing this just for me but because she wanted the pleasure he could give her. And if I changed my mind later she might keep on fucking him anyway.

I downed my single malt and had two more quick ones as I thought about what Erika had said. I was getting horny. Real horny! It could happen tomorrow night! Then I got that same picture in my head of two big hairy balls slapping my wife in the ass as she spread her legs. The more I thought about it the more I wanted her to fuck him. Shit! I WAS a pervert!

"I'll wait for your answer, darling. I won't call Nancy and have her set it up without your permission. You understand?"

I nodded and said, "I understand."

Erika saw me getting drunk and horny and took me in the bedroom and helped me undress.

We started to fuck and she screamed at me to, "Pound that pussy like you're fucking a whore."

And I did. She was grunting and pumping her ass. I was the guy between her legs but I knew in her head she was already fucking Ben Ziegler. I finally passed out pounding that pussy.

And the next thing I knew I woke up late Friday morning with a bad headache and tried to remember what happened the night before. I remembered fucking till I couldn't fuck any more and drinking till I couldn't drink any more and then suddenly I remembered the last thing I told my wife before I passed out.

Oh shit! I remembered saying loud and clear, "I want you to fuck him baby. You have my permission to fuck that hairy bastard as much as you want to -- starting tomorrow."

My God! Where's my wife? I leaped out of bed and called her name loudly. There was no answer. I ran naked into the kitchen and living room and she was not there. I ran back to the bedroom. I checked the closet and her favorite overnight bag was not there. 

And shit! Her red spike heeled shoes were gone. I remembered how beautiful she had looked parading naked in those spikes around my bed a few weeks ago.

Still naked I ran into the kitchen and opened the garage door. Erika's car was gone!

As I closed the door to the garage I saw her cell phone on the kitchen table on top of a note neatly written on her pink stationary. The note read:

"My Dearest Rob: You are a thoughtful, considerate, and loving husband and I love and adore you more than you can ever know. I want to please you so I'm leaving now to do what you asked me to do. I'll work hard to please Ben so he'll invite me back."

"I hope that you will have as much fun fantasizing about what I'm doing as I have doing it. I'll tell you all about it when I get back Monday and you can have even more fun then."

"All my love and affection to a wonderful husband from his loving wife Erika."

"P.S. I took my red spikes."

Shit! I thought. She'll get there this afternoon and those huge testicles will be slapping her in the ass before the sun goes down. I gave her my permission and I can't call her to change anything now. She's gonna fuck that hairy bastard all weekend! What the hell am I gonna do? There was not a damn thing I COULD do!

The moment I knew it was really gonna happen was the moment I felt those special emotions I had never before experienced, sweep in wave after wave through my body: overwhelming jealousy of that hairy bastard my wife wanted to fuck, intense arousal at the thought of another man fucking her, and abject humiliation at being sexually aroused by thinking about my wife giggling as she spread her legs for another man.

I had asked her to do it, but now I felt trapped. Helpless to change anything and I almost cried out in anguish as I trembled from my arousal, jealousy, shame, and helplessness. She was gonna fuck that hairy bastard and I was helpless to stop her. What was I gonna do?

I just stood there in the kitchen naked. Then I looked down at a throbbing erection and knew exactly what I was gonna do and keep doing over and over again all weekend. I took the roll of paper towels next to the sink and headed back to the bedroom. My skinny little pecker was gonna get black and blue pumping as many loads into paper towels as that hairy bastard's thick cock was pumping into my loving wife.

I laid on my back in bed and started stroking my erection wondering where Ben was gonna pump his first load into Erika. The only thing I knew for certain was that the dainty hand that guided that fat cock into the orifice of his choice would be wearing a plain wedding band and an engagement ring with a little diamond. The very same rings he'd made her wear when he last fucked her -- wear to remind them both of the loving husband they were cuckolding.

That weekend was one long booze-driven fantasy. I imagined Erika giggling and fucking and sucking that hairy bastard in every possible way as I masturbated again and again all weekend.

Monday morning I was lying in bed masturbating when the telephone rang. It was my wife.

"He just left for work," she giggled.

"What are you doing?" I asked

"Laying here naked in bed with cum dripping out of my pussy, looking at your picture on the bedside table − the one with that silly grin on your face that I always carry in my wallet. Ben said the picture made it look like you enjoyed watching us fuck."

"Shit! He made you put my picture there?"

He did this with all the wives. The horny bastard wanted to look at the cuckold's picture as he fucked the cuckold's wife.

"Yes he did and I kinda liked it," she said laughing. "I discovered that looking at you when I'm pumping for my orgasm with him turns me on. He fucked me twice this morning before he left for work."

She liked looking at me and fucking him! Jesus! That turns me on too.

"Are you okay honey?" Erika asked.

"I'm exhausted and drunk," I said. "I been jacking off over and over ever since you left thinking about you two fucking. Every floor in the whole damn house is covered with sticky, jism-soaked paper towels."

"I've got some good news," she said laughing. "That horny bastard wants to fuck me again next weekend."

"Well," I said, "You wanted to be good enough for him to invite you back. It looks like you were."

"Honey, I'm really sore. I'm gonna get in a hot bathtub and soak my pussy and asshole. I'll call you from the bathroom phone."

"Okay," I said.

I hung up and five minutes later the phone rang again.

"You're soaking in the tub?" I asked.

"Yeah and it really feels good. I've got some good stories to tell you."

"Tell me one," I said eagerly.

"Okay. We lived on pizza the whole weekend. Rico the pizza delivery boy came Saturday night and Ben just invited him in with me buck-naked. Lucky I was wearing my spikes. My legs look better that way. The kid was nineteen years old, built like a linebacker, and hairier than Ben. He's seen Ben's women naked before so he just looked me over, smiled, and gave me a thumb's up."

"You just stood there naked and let him look?" I asked.

"What the hell else could I do? He knew we'd been fuckin all day. He delivered pizza several times and I was naked every time he came in. Last night when Ben was scrounging around looking for his money the kid walks over and starts playing with my tits."

"You let him play with your tits?" I said, shocked.

"Of course I let him play with them. He's a real hairy guy and his man-smell turned me on. Anyway, Nancy's hubby will be on the road Thursday and Friday and Ben's invited her over. He said if I came up Friday he'd do Nancy and me both on Friday night. You want me to do that?"

"Jesus," I said. "Can your pussy take it?"

"My pussy can take it. It took a lot this weekend," she said.

"I'm glad you got well fucked," I said.

"That bastard was insatiable. He's a regular fucking machine. But the last fuck was so different from all the rest that I have to tell you about it now."

"Tell me," I said eagerly.

"We woke up this morning and he fucked me as usual like a slut," she said. "Then as we rested he asked me about how you fucked me and I described the loving fucks you have been giving me since we were in college. I told him how much I loved you and how much you loved me."

"He asked me why I wanted to fuck him if you and I were in love and I said that he brought out the whore in me. He laughed and said that a lot of women were like that. They love one man but want animal sex with another."

"Then he did the most beautiful thing."

"What was that?" I asked.

"He began to make tender love to me, caressing me and kissing me. There was no animal sex at all. He fucked me gently and lovingly. He was very tender. It was just the way you fuck me and I put my arms and legs around his body and pumped my ass gently. And then I got the strangest feeling. I felt like I was fucking you."

"Like you were fucking me?" I asked.

"Exactly! I began to fantasize it was you. I tasted the sweat on your shoulder and smelled your man-smell and felt like I was making love to you. Then I had a gentle, loving orgasm just like I have with you."

"I lay there expecting you to cum but you just kept on fucking me steadily and tenderly. You were ... I mean HE was so long lasting that I felt my arousal grow until I started to pump my ass to cum again."

"You fantasized it was me?"

"It WAS you. Except he lasted a very long time and when I had my orgasm my pussy grabbed on to a much thicker cock. My second orgasm was even more wonderful than the first. He pumped his load gently and then I just lay there under him feeling a passionate love for you. Feeling how lucky I was to have a husband who understood MY needs and let me satisfy them. It felt like it was YOU on top of me."

"Jesus," I said. "That's hard to understand."

"He left me very gently and I heard the shower but I just laid there feeling love for you until I heard the front door close as he left for work. Then I realized what he had done."

"What was that," I asked.

"For three days he had let the whore out of me to have her fun. Then he put that whore back in her bottle and tenderly prepared me to return to my loving husband. Ben fucks like a stud but he really understands women. It was the most considerate, wonderful sexual experience I have ever had. He made me horny for YOU. I can't wait to get home and make love to you."

"Ben is more complex than I thought at first," I said. "I guess that's why so many women want to fuck him."

"And darling," Erika said softly, "Thank you so very much for letting my whore have her fun. I wasn't sure at first but now I'm really glad that me having pleasure with another man turns you on. I think we are gonna have some really good sex with Ben and maybe we can ... well you know think about trying some other guys and see how it goes. Just as long as we love each other what ever we do will be okay. Right?"

"Right. And we'll keep on loving each other," I said.

"This hot bath has really helped my pussy feel better," Erika said. "I'll be on I-71 in an hour heading north and I'll tell you all the details when I get home."

"I can't wait," I said. "I love you my darling. I love you very much."

Then she giggled again like a college girl as she hung up. She sounded as young and vibrant as when she was in college. This weekend of fucking was just what she needed. And she was invited back so she was gonna keep fucking that horny stud. Her sex life and mine were both gonna be in good shape for a while.

I'm glad I gave her permission. Art Lloyd's stunt had been good for us both. It corrected our bland sex life. We were young again. I remember her saying that the direction our sex lives took was not important so long as we still loved each other. And I think she has learned to not just live with my fetish, but to have fun helping me enjoy it. 



You’ve Got Mail Ch. 03



My name is Rob McMillan and I manage a major branch of a rather large shipping firm. I have been happily married for twenty years to a gal I met in college. Erika is a beautiful blond Swede with long tan legs and really great tits.

An employee of mine, Art Lloyd, tried to get my job by blackmail. He sent me anonymous e-mails with pictures he said were of my wife and her lover. My reaction to the whole thing was highly inappropriate. I was sexually aroused by pictures I thought were of my wife with another man. Somehow my wife and I got through it.

But I came out of it with a new sexual fetish that I did not know I had. I was aroused by the thought of my wife fucking another man. With my encouragement my wife began an affair with an old college boyfriend. She wouldn't let me watch but telling me about their sex had given me sexual pleasure beyond anything I had ever experienced before. They spent a weekend together once or twice each month.

Erika and I seemed young again at forty-two! She had always traveled with me on business trips but now we seemed to have a lot more fun. We were presently in Chicago for a meeting of the corporate board. As the manager of a major branch I was expected to attend and participate in each board meeting.

The chairman of our board was a capable and fun loving gentleman named William R. Fuller. He was "Billy" to his friends and close associates. He was fifty years old but looked younger. He was tall and attractive – handsome some of the women said and he had a reputation for playing around – discretely of course.

Billy and I had been close friends in addition to business associates for years. Erika and I had helped him through a very rough divorce, which was expensive because his wife had caught him in flagrante delicto and got a very good settlement. He had always had a "thing" for Erika and every time we were together he made a ritual pass at her, which by now had become a joke since she always laughed and said no.

Billy and Erika and I were having dinner at the Peninsula Hotel and then a bit of dancing to soft music. Billy was dancing with my wife and I watched him put his hand on her ass as he always did and I waited for her to laugh and remove it as usual. But this time she did not remove his hand. Instead she pulled him close and whispered in his ear. I could see them whispering to each other intensely as he continued to play with her ass.

When he brought her back to the table she did not sit down but took my hand and led me out onto the dance floor.

"He made his usual pass," she said.

"Yeah. I saw him playing with your ass. What did you say?"

"I told him that a few months ago we discovered that you liked to watch."

"Jesus! What did he say then?"

Erika chuckled, "We had a very frank conversation, darling."

"What the hell does THAT mean?" I asked.

"I told him you might like to watch him fuck me," she said with a chuckle.

"Jesus. You said it just like that?"

"Just like that baby and I let him keep playing with my ass. When this dance is over I'm going to the ladies room and you two can talk. He knows that watching me fuck another guy turns you on."

I was suddenly scared. Billy had been a close friend for years but now he knew my most private secret. How do I talk to a guy that knows that?

"What the hell do I say?" I asked, desperation in my voice.

Erika laughed, "There's only ONE thing to say baby. And it's a question."

"What's that question?"

"Would you like to fuck my wife while I watch?" Erika said and then threw her head back and laughed loudly at the classic cuckold's question.

"I can't say that!"

"Do you want to watch me spread my legs for him?"

"Of course I do."

"Poor baby!" She said with a chuckle. "I know it's not easy but you're gonna have to say something like that. Think of a clever way."

Then she laughed again like this was the funniest thing that had ever happened to me.

"How the hell do I say that and sound clever?"

"Listen darling," she said very seriously. "I could tell by his reaction that he was not shocked. Only surprised that a close friend of many years had discovered a new ... a new ... well, shall we say ... recreation. I have a feeling he's met couples like us before. He's experienced. He sounded real interested."

"So you think he's really serious about this?" I asked.

"Yeah I do. I know you want to watch me fuck a guy and he's your best chance. Billy will be safe and regular. Darling I know you're nervous because this is your first time. You're embarrassed. But just relax and keep your sense of humor. A lot of couples do this. Try to laugh and joke about it because that will reduce your embarrassment. Okay?"

"Okay," I said, as the music stopped and we headed for the table. "I'll try to say something. I don't know what."

When we got to the table Erika excused herself and headed for the ladies' room. I sat down with Billy. He smiled at me warmly but I felt very nervous and ashamed. He'd been a close friend for years. How can I ask him that question? My brain was racing trying to think of what to say. We sat in silence for several minutes until finally he spoke.

"How long have you known?" Billy said softly in a friendly manner, moving his chair closer to mine.

"Several months," I said. It was hard to talk. I was almost shaking. I felt like a pervert. Shit! I WAS a pervert!

"How many guys have fucked her?" He asked almost in a whisper but in a matter-of-fact fashion.

"Only one," I answered. "An old college boyfriend."

"Do they let you watch?"

"No," I said. "But I want to."

"Is he doing her regular?" Billy asked in the same soft confidential manner.

"A couple of weekends a month. She tells me about it and I get excited and ... well you know," I said, remembering jacking off with a picture in my head of Ben Ziegler fucking her.

"Robbie," he said softly, "Would you like to watch me fuck your wife?"

I was too overwhelmed with shame to talk. I closed my eyes and nodded my head yes.

"Well Robbie," he said softly leaning closer and putting his hand on my shoulder in a very friendly manner, "over the years I've done this with three couples. Two strangers were easy. Only one guy was a real close friend like you and ... well ... I had a hard time getting to ... you know ... getting ... acquainted ... with his wife."

"She was real shy at first but once she got into it, that red-headed bitch fucked like a mink. Drove her husband wild to watch us fuck. I did her regular for several years till they moved across the country."

Shit! Redheaded bitch! Moved across the country! He was talking about Harold Moore and his wife Rita! My God! They were dignified church going people, almost fundamentalists. Rita taught Sunday school. I can't imagine her pumping her ass like a slut while Harold pounded his peter like a high school kid. That poor helpless bastard was trapped by the same fetish that controlled me.

"But after I got acquainted with his wife," Billy continued, "we both had a lot of fun with hubby watching."

I thought about him getting acquainted with Erika. Shit! My mouth was so dry I couldn't talk as I pictured her spreading her legs for my friend Billy.

"You know that I've always joked about fuckin Erika. But I really wanted to fuck her and from what she said on the dance floor she'll fuck. But the only way she'll do it is if I let you watch. That's fine with me. So Robbie, would you like to watch us fuck tonight?"

I trembled with eagerness as he asked that question but I was still unable to talk. I closed my eyes again and just nodded my head.

I realized that my friend of many years was trying to make this easier for me. He didn't make me ask that damn cuckold's question. He was a close friend and he was being very nice about this. All I had to do was nod my head. I felt real grateful to him because this situation was so embarrassing.

"I have a large suite upstairs Rob. You realize of course that Erika and I will need some private time to ... you know ... to get ... well ... acquainted."

Then he laughed. It was a warm and friendly laugh but I knew when he said, "get acquainted" he was talking about fucking my wife in private before he let me watch them do it. Then he continued.

"I think it will be better the ... the first time ... with just your wife and me in my bedroom. You can have a drink in the living room while we ... ah ... you know ... get acquainted. Then we'll let you into the bedroom and you can watch us ... ah ... watch us ... you know ... do it again. Does that sound okay?"

He was being very delicate but I began to tremble in anticipation and I still found it impossible to speak. I closed my eyes and nodded yes, realizing as I did so that I had just given my friend permission to fuck my wife in private while I waited outside the room.

Oh shit! I had a throbbing erection and I reached down to reposition it in my pants.

Billy chuckled and asked, "Is the thought of me fucking your wife giving you a hard on Rob?"

I nodded, eyes closed like before, not looking at him. Ashamed. I felt like a boy dealing with a man. Totally humiliated but horny as hell. Almost trembling, I couldn't stop thinking about watching Billy fuck my wife.

"Let's go to the men's room," he said and got up from the table.

I followed him meekly staring down at the floor. When we got inside he pointed to a stall. 

"Go in there and take care of it," he said. "You'll feel better."

I went into the stall and got my dick out. Shit! I thought. I'm jacking off in a men's room while my friend waits for me to do it and he knows I'm pounding my peter thinking about him fucking my wife. This is as embarrassing as it gets!

It was only a couple of minutes before I groaned and ejaculated mostly into the toilet but some on the floor and some on my hand. I zipped up my fly with my clean hand and went out to the sink. He stood there watching as I washed semen off of my hand.

"Feel better?" He asked as we started back to the table.

I nodded. This was humiliating! I simply couldn't control this powerful sexual urge. The urge controlled me! I was helpless!

I followed him back to the table and Erika was sitting there when we returned.

"Your hubby had ... well ... an emergency after I told him what you and I talked about," Billy chuckled.

Erika grinned and said, "I thought that's what it might have been. He's very excited about this, you know. Why don't you dance with me Billy and tell me what you two have decided."

This time she molded her body to his in a sexual way and he held her like he owned her as they danced. She was rubbing her pussy on his thigh and he played with her ass casually as they talked. I realized that after all these years suddenly they were starting to develop a new relationship. A sexual relationship! It was like, all of a sudden, she was his woman.

I saw her nod her head several times. Then she threw her head back and laughed, a loud lyrical laugh. She was laughing about them fucking! My mind flashed forward. They were gonna fuck in the bedroom. I was gonna sit in the living room playing with my peter and listening to them do it.

Erika wasn't a screamer but she had noisy orgasms. I'd be jacking off and listening to my old friend fuckin my wife and then ... and then ... she'd start groaning and in my head I'd see her pumping her ass in an orgasm with that horny bastard pounding away between her legs.

Erika was giggling like a teenager when they returned to the table and she looked flushed. I think she was horny and wanted to fuck.

"Billy has some wonderful ideas, darling. I think we're both gonna have a very enjoyable and ... you know ... satisfying ... evening."

Then she chuckled in a sexy manner. She put her arm around him and they walked out of the restaurant embracing like a loving couple, with me trailing behind like an obedient puppy dog. My wife was obviously very eager to fuck.

Billy had a fancy suite complete with a bar and a selection of whiskies. He mixed drinks for us and we sat down in the living room. Billy lifted his glass in a toast.

"A toast," he said, "to our new ... ah ... relationship. May each of us have an enjoyable evening. And may there be many more."

We drank a toast and then we sat silently. No one seemed eager to speak. Finally Billy broke the silence.

"This is what is called a pregnant pause," he said with a chuckle.

Erika yelled, "I'm on the pill you bastard. Don't even THINK that word!"

That broke the ice and we all laughed although I was still nervously shifting around.

"Relax darling," Erika said softly, giving me a loving look. "You've been wanting to watch me ... you know ... for months now. I've told you about it and now you're gonna see it up close. It will be okay darling. Really it will. So just relax and laugh and joke a bit and enjoy yourself."

"You really surprised me tonight Erika," Billy said. "I grabbed your butt as usual expecting you to laugh and decline the invitation as you always do but this time you didn't."

Turning to me he said, "Rob what your wife did was shove her pussy into my crotch, pull me close, and tell me that her loving hubby would like to watch me fuck her. Gave me an instant hard on right there on the dance floor. I been wantin to fuck your lovely wife for years Rob and I had almost given up hope. I'm really looking forward to this. What about you Erika?"

My wife giggled and I would swear she blushed. "I'm looking forward to it too Billy. I've heard talk about you."

"What talk is that?"

"I've heard gals say that you're hung like a stallion and you really know how to please a woman. More than one gal has said it," she giggled.

"Well I'm sure gonna try to please you," Billy said with a laugh. "Rob, are you gonna be able to talk?"

They both turned and stared at me as I sat there trembling in anticipation. They were laughing and joking but I had not said a word. My eagerness was obvious to them both.

"Tell you what," Billy said. "We'll leave the door open so you can listen. Would you like that?"

I nodded eagerly.

"You gotta TALK to us Robbie," Billy said. "You've got to say it out loud. Nodding's not good enough."

It was hard to say but I mumbled, "Yes."

"Yes what?" Billy said.

Forcing myself I was able to stumble through it, "Yes ... please leave the ... the door open so I can listen."

"Listen to what?" Billy said and Erika started to giggle.

"Stop it Billy. You're just tormenting him to have fun," Erika said. "He's embarrassed."

"He's not too embarrassed to play with his peter," Billy said with a laugh.

Jesus! I looked down and saw my hand holding a big bulge in my pants. I quickly let go but both Billy and Erika looked at my bulging pants and laughed. How am I gonna get through this I wondered?

"Listen to what," Billy said again.

"Don't make him say it Billy. Please. Can't you see how difficult it is for him?"

"I was easy on him downstairs Erika," Billy said. "He didn't have to say a word. I asked the questions and all he did was nod his head."

"He didn't say a word?" Erika asked in surprise. "Poor thing. He must have been very embarrassed. But you gotta remember Billy that he's never done this before."

Erika looked at me tenderly, "Darling, I know it's a hard thing to say and you have no experience. But try to say it for me. Think about it as kinda like ... you know ... kinda like you giving me permission to have some fun – you know - like you did with Ben."

Then she chuckled. It was a sexy chuckle. Shit I thought! They're just playing games with me and I'm so damned horny I'm defenseless. Can't even keep my hand off my peter and they're laughing at me.

"Well I wanna hear him say it," Billy said. "Say it Robbie. Tell your wife and me what you want me to do."

"Go ahead sweetie," Erika said softly. "It's okay. Billy's your close friend and he's doing you a big favor. Give him the satisfaction of hearing you ask him to do it. Just laugh and joke about it darling. Other couples do this." 

Then she paused and looked knowingly at Billy and said, "And you don't even have to say please."

Billy and Erika both laughed at that.

Jesus. They're joking about it! They've got me by the balls! I've got no choice. If I want 'em to do it I gotta say it. What the hell I thought. I have to talk about it sometime. Don't mumble I told myself. Say it out loud! Finally taking a deep breath I almost shouted.

"Billy I want you to fuck my wife and I want to listen to you doing it."

My voice cracked like a teenager on the last few words and instantly they both broke out in loud laughter. What the hell I thought. I'd just asked another man to fuck my wife. It can't get any more humiliating than this!

"I'm sorry darling," Erika said. "I didn't mean to laugh, but you were so funny."

Then she covered her mouth with her hand and tried to suppress more laughter. I guess I WAS funny. Shit I KNOW I was funny asking another guy to fuck my wife for me to watch. No wonder my wife laughed at me!

Turning to me she said softly, "I love you darling. And just like with Ben I'll do what you want me to do because I want to please you."

Yeah I thought, she wants to please me, but she's gonna enjoy fucking this big bastard. She's horny as hell and she can't wait to spread her legs for him. And as I had that thought I suddenly realized that I WANTED her to enjoy it because that made my pleasure even greater. God! I was a pervert!

Billy turned to Erika, "My dick is throbbing but I think we all need another drink. What about you honey?"

"Yeah," Erika said, "pour me a stiff one."

Then realizing what she had said she rolled her eyes, chuckled, and added, "Then you can take me in the bedroom and SHOW me a stiff one."

Erika and Billy laughed and I got a picture in my head of Billy's big cock in Erika's hand. Jesus! She's laughing and joking about fucking him and it's turning me on.

But suddenly Erika got serious and spoke to me very gently and lovingly. I think she knew exactly what her words were going to do to my sexual arousal.

"We'll have one more drink Robbie," she said looking directly at me. "And then Billy and I will go in the bedroom and I'll do what you want me to do. Darling I know it will be hard for you to sit out here and listen to us do it, but Billy wants it that way and he's your friend. And afterwards we'll let you come into the bedroom and we'll do it again and let you watch. I love you very much baby. It'll be okay, you'll see."

She said it with a sweet smile but those words hit me hard. A massive wave of arousal swept over my whole body and my pecker began to throb. My wife was gonna fuck this horny bastard and I had to sit out here and listen while she fucked him. I was sure she WANTED to fuck Billy and I had to sit here and wait until they let me in the bedroom to watch them fuck a second time. And I was gonna do it because I HAD to. That damn fetish had complete control of me! I was a helpless toy for their amusement!

I took the glass that Billy offered me and sipped it slowly, in contrast to both Erika and Billy who seemed in a rush to finish their drinks. Then they stood up and walked toward the bedroom.

When they got to the door Billy took her lovingly in his arms, looked over her shoulder at me, and gave me a friendly smile. There was no sexy leer – just the warm smile of an old friend doing me a favor. Then he gently pulled her close and kissed her softly. He was tender and loving, but Erika was horny and pushed her pussy against his thigh.

At the end of the kiss Erika's face was a picture of lust. But she turned and smiled sweetly at me and blew me a kiss like I was a little boy going off to school. Then taking Billy's hand, I again saw the lust on her face as she eagerly pulled him into the dimly lit bedroom where they disappeared from view.




You’ve Got Mail Ch. 03



I heard her giggling as they undressed. Then it got quiet. They're naked now I thought and they must be kissing. Then I heard them talking softly in muffled tones.

"Oh yeah," she said. "That's VERY nice Billy. The gals said you had a big one and they were right. How long is this damned thing?"

I heard him whisper something I could not understand and then Erika laughed loudly.

"All men exaggerate the length of their cocks Billy," she said. "No way is this damn thing ten inches. It's long and thick and beautiful, but honey, it ain't no ten inches! Nine maybe. Yeah a solid nine but next time we fuck I'm gonna bring a tape measure."

Then she laughed. It was a loud and sexy laugh and in my mind I could see her playing with a big hard cock. Jesus! Nine inches! I got my little five-incher out and started to masturbate.

Pounding my pud with one hand I began to undress with the other until I was naked. Then I stroked my cock with one hand and played with my balls with the other. Suddenly I felt embarrassed. Could I let them see me play with my peter like this while I watched them fuck?

That thought was interrupted by a loud groan from Erika and then, "Ahhhhh ... Oh God ... easy ... please ... Oh yes ... yes ... NOW DO IT ... DO IT!"

The bastard had just shoved that big thing into her! They gotta be doin it missionary, I thought. He was fuckin my wife and she was begging him to "do it." Oh God this was torture. I wanted to watch the horny bitch pump her ass!

Then I heard the rhythmic bed sounds of steady fucking and after several minutes the rhythm grew faster. I heard wet slapping sounds of two naked, sweaty bodies pounding together. Then Erika started to grunt the way she did when she was thinking about Ben Ziegler. Billy was getting to her! She was having her fun! And so was that big bastard!

I felt myself begin to ejaculate and I aimed the jism at my belly. Shit! No towels and where the hell's my handkerchief?

I found my handkerchief and as I wiped the cum off my belly I heard Erika have her orgasm. She groaned louder than usual - noisy but not a screamer. I heard Billy start to grunt and then a rhythmic heavy pounding as he pumped his load into my wife. That was fast! The whole thing took only about five minutes! They were both very horny!

I sat there, my dripping dick in my hand, and listened to them panting for air as they laid in bed resting. They rested several minutes before they started whispering to each other.

I heard Erika giggle and then Billy gave a soft laugh. Then they whispered some more and laughed some more. What the hell were they talking about I wondered? Shit! They were talking about fucking of course! What else?

Then Erika said, "Honey are you sure you'll be okay."

Billy mumbled something that sounded like yes.

Erika spoke softly, "After what happened with ... you know ... Rita ... are you sure you don't want to do it a little more to be sure before we let Rob in?"

Shit! He'd told her about fucking Rita with Harold watching! And the horny bitch wanted to fuck some more to be sure his dick was okay, with me out here pounding my peter. I can't take that. Oh God! Please Billy don't do that. Please!

"Okay Billy if you're sure. I'll go get him," Erika said.

Oh thank you Billy, thank you. From now on you can have as much of that pussy as you want.

Then I heard Erika speak louder, "Where the hell is my other shoe? I'm not gonna walk out there barefoot. He's my husband and I want my legs to look good for him. Oh here it is!"

A moment later my loving wife, freshly fucked and stark naked, walked into the brightly lit living room wearing only her spike heels and a big smile. She was gorgeous as always and her whole body was flushed from her sexual excitement. Her lovely breasts jiggled as she walked.

"Did you enjoy that darling?" Erika asked. 

Then looking at my jism soaked handkerchief and the dripping pecker in my hand she laughed and said, "Yeah, I can see you did. I'm glad. You've been waiting patiently. Poor baby you've waited long enough. I'm glad I pleased you."

"You can come in now honey. Billy and I have gotten to ... ah ... well ... you know ... we're MUCH better acquainted than we were a few minutes ago."

Then she grinned and giggled and I KNEW she'd been properly fucked.

I once again admired that perfect body and her legs. Shit! There's a big gob of creamy jism dripping out of her hairy beaver and running down her left inner thigh! 

Jesus that's sexy!

She caught me staring at it and looked down at her thigh.

"Dammit I just wiped that off before I came out here. That bastard pumped a massive load! It's still pouring out of me. Give me that handkerchief darling."

She spread her legs and wiped her inner thigh and threw that jism soaked handkerchief back to me. It was wet and heavy and sticky with his cum and mine. Jesus my arousal was growing out of control. My pecker started throbbing.

I followed her into the bedroom, my pecker now sticking straight out and bouncing up and down as I walked. I must have looked comical but I didn't care. The fantasy I'd had for months was gonna come true. They were gonna let me watch!

Billy was laying on the bed in the dimly lit bedroom his cock semi-erect. Jesus! That thing was big! Uncircumcised and thick, it had to be at least twice the size of mine. No wonder Erika groaned when he shoved it in.

"What would you like to see darling?" Erika asked. "I told Billy that he wouldn't be doing me if you hadn't asked me to do it so the first thing we had to do was a command performance on your request."

"I ... I ... well ... I want to ... to ... hold you in my arms tenderly like my loving wife while he ... he ... "

Erika gave a low, sexy giggle and said, "While he fucks your loving wife's brains out and you feel her cum and tremble in your arms?"

Oh God yes! That's what I want to see. Shit, I'm losing control. I reached down and grabbed my cock and both of them saw me do it and chuckled.

I nodded eagerly, unable to speak with my throat as dry as it was.

"That's sweet darling," Erika said. "I'm gonna enjoy that too."

She turned to Billy lying in bed and asked, "Honey are you ready for another round?"

"Hell yes," he said. "Get me up."

I watched my loving wife peel back his loose foreskin and take the head of that big uncircumcised cock into her mouth. Then she began to felate the horny bastard and got him hard right away. Jesus he was big! She started stroking his cock.

"Yeah Billy nice and hard! That's the way I wanted my loving hubby to see this blue-veined monster. Look at that big thing baby! Check out that purple head when I peel back his foreskin. I'm really gonna enjoy this! And you're gonna watch me take it balls deep."

She turned on her side and drew her knees up.

"Okay Billy get behind me and do me doggie," she said. "And get your finger on my clit. I need that to cum in this position. Most guys don't seem to know it but I ain't got no clitoris back there where your dick is."

Then she laughed and said, "Men! They only care about THEIR pleasure. Except for my baby of course. He always knows how to please me and he always does. That's why he's so special."

"Come here baby," she said to me. "Get close and hold me and kiss me. Get your body next to mine so you can feel the impact of Billy pounding me. I'm doin this for you! I want you to FEEL me getting fucked, not just watch it happen." 

Billy slipped that big thing easily into her semen-lubricated vagina and started to fuck her. I held her close and felt the impact of every thrust. Erika grunted softly as he fucked her. I was playing with her tits and kissing her mouth and when she began to breathe heavily I started kissing her neck.

"That's it Billy! Fuck me harder but rub my clit a little softer than that. That's it! Just like that. Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Now fuck me hard enough for my hubby to feel your thrusts. Make him a part of it. Easy on my tits baby."

Then she whispered a private message in my ear, "Another man is fucking your wife baby and your loving wife is enjoying that big cock of his pounding her. I love you baby. Hold me close while that big bastard fucks me and let's both have our fun now. Then hubby, you're gonna feel me tremble as I cum fuckin another man."

My sexual arousal seemed to reach a peak higher than ever before.

Billy got a rhythm that seemed to please her and her grunts became regular and I could feel her eager body respond to his. This was as sexually exciting as anything I had ever imagined. It was almost like he was fucking me!

My cock was erect and throbbing. I slipped it between Erika's thighs just above her knees and when I humped it was like I was masturbating. I realized that I was gonna ejaculate between my wife's legs. Suddenly Erika lost control and cried out passionately.

"Oh God I'm gonna cum. Jesus that was fast! Hold me tight Rob. It feels so damn good! Oh God Billy FUCK ME HARD! Rob! Squeeze my tits! Ahhh! Oooh! Oooh!"

Her body trembled in a violent orgasm and I felt myself ejaculate on her trembling thighs. Billy started to grunt and his rhythm became rapid and violent as he pumped his load.

Three orgasms! Together! Then we three lay panting from our exertions.

The silence, broken only by our heavy breathing, was suddenly interrupted by a loud rambling cry as Billy yelled loudly.

"Jesus Christ! That was a great fuck but that's not like the last time I cucked a husband. Shit! Rob was as much a part of the action as I was, Erika. Where the hell did he pump his load?"

Then the three of us began to laugh as we lay there resting and panting for air.

"Thank you Billy," Erika said. "I enjoyed that."

"Rob, thank Billy for letting you watch."

"Thank you Billy," I said meekly, wondering how the hell you thank a guy for fucking your wife. But I was very grateful to him for doing it. I couldn't have said it out loud of course. It was hard to even think it but I lay there feeling really grateful to my old friend for fucking my wife. He gave me a pleasure I could not achieve any other way. I might be a damn pervert but I sure enjoyed it.

I got up and went into the living room and got three glasses and a bottle of Drambuie so we could have a nightcap. When I got back Erika had rolled over on top of Billy, her right leg over him with her pussy humping his hip. She was kissing him passionately.

As they finished the kiss he looked up at me, helplessly.

"Jesus Rob," he said. "Your wife is one horny bitch! She wants to fuck again! We got two more nights to fuck and this horny bitch is gonna drain me dry the first night! I need a few minutes rest."

Erika reached down and grabbed his big flaccid penis. She flopped it, slapped his belly with it, and laughed.

"This damn thing's useless in this condition," she said. "I need a hard one!"

Turning to me she looked at my dick and said, "Put that stuff on the table honey and come over here and fuck me."

I looked down and my skinny pecker was rock hard. My wife pulled me between her legs and grabbing my cock she shoved it into her pussy and started to hump. Jesus! She was horny!

I fucked her missionary. My skinny pecker was just floating in two big loads of another guy's jism, which was dripping out and running down on my balls. Sloppy seconds – actually sloppy THIRDS - felt wonderful! I could smell his sweat on her body. I got my pubic bone on her clit and she began to grunt and hump just like always.

"Are you enjoying that little peter as much as my big one Erika?" Billy asked with an sensual laugh.

"I'm not a size queen Billy – it's what he does to my clit that counts," Erika said between grunts. "And he's doin it right now! I like the look and feel of that blue-veined monster swinging between your legs honey but size don't count for nothing if my clit doesn't get the attention she needs and my Robbie always sees to that."

I was so horny I couldn't control myself and I pounded her hard. I felt her pussy start to contract in an orgasm after several minutes and I pumped my load into her contracting vagina as she was having her orgasm. Nothing to be ashamed of about THAT fuck! I thought.

Billy watched us fuck till I finished her off and then he got up and poured each of us a glass of Drambuie.

"I propose a toast to the horniest woman in Chicago," he said. "She fucks like a mink."

We three raised our glasses and drank. Then Billy lay back exhausted, said not a word, and went to sleep. Erika lay beside me and sighed deeply.

"Damn that was good sex," she said. "Did you enjoy watching darling?"

"I enjoyed it very much," I said. "Thank you honey. It was as good as I thought it would be."

"I enjoyed it too," Erika said. "It was very exciting to fuck him and know you were listening in the living room. It was even better to feel your body next to mine while he fucked me, brought me off, and I trembled in your arms. We're gonna have fun these next two nights with this stud. I love you baby. You are my life! I'm so glad you like to watch. It's completely rejuvenated our sex life."

"Sleep well darling," I said.

We both dropped off into an exhausted sleep and I woke up with sunlight shining in the window and my wife fucking Billy cowboy with her tits hanging down and jiggling over his face.

Billy turned toward me, grinned, and said, "The bitch woke me up to fuck me again. She's a sex fiend."

I lay there watching his face as his arousal grew and his orgasm approached. It was the first time I had watched another man's face break down into helpless passion as his ejaculation began. My wife groaned as her own orgasm swept through her body and she collapsed on Billy's chest grunting as her contractions squeezed his cock. They lay there breathing heavily.

As we got out of bed Billy laughed and said, "I think your wife is in charge of the sex Rob. I'm not used to that but it seems to work for you and me both."

The three of us headed for the shower and it was a good thing that Billy's luxury suite had a big oversized shower with two heads. Billy and I soaped up Erika's naked body and laughed as we played with her tits and ass. She, in turn, helped us wash our balls.

She soaped Billy's cock till it was hard and then laughing she took him doggie, but it was just play, not a serious fuck. She laughed and pushed me down on my knees to lick her clit as Billy fucked her doggie while two shower heads blasted us with water. Shit! His low-hanging balls were slapping me in the chin!

"We need to do it this way tonight Billy. Hubby's tongue on my clit is a hell of a lot better than your finger," Erika said laughing.

Naked in the shower, my embarrassment finally began to dissipate and I felt comfortable with a friend of many years fucking my wife. I was able to laugh and joke about it with both of them.

We got out of the shower and Billy and I were standing there naked drying off and watching a naked Erika blow-dry her hair.

"That's one beautiful woman," he said. "Look at that ass. Look at those tits jiggle."

"Walk over behind her," I said, laughing. "Play with 'em."

"Hell no," he said. "I do that and we'd be fuckin. That's the horniest bitch I ever saw. We don't have time to fuck before the board meeting this morning."

My good friend of many years stood there admiring my wife's naked body. I felt my friendship grow stronger as I remembered the wonderful night he had given us. I had to tell him how I felt now that I was able to.

"I want to thank you Billy," I said softly, feeling truly grateful to my friend. "I was so horribly embarrassed last night at letting you know my secret sexual needs. And you were so gentle and kind and understanding. You kidded me a little but you were very careful not to totally humiliate me, which you could easily have done. My sexual desires made me completely helpless."

He turned to me and stepping closer he put his hand on my shoulder and spoke to me like a good friend of many years, which he was.

"Look Robbie. You're my close friend. When a friend gives you his wife to enjoy, you should appreciate that gift and be nice to him. Your wife loves you and she's already thanked me for being nice to you."

I smiled at him. "Well thank you from us both," I said. "I'm looking forward to a long and close relationship. I hope it won't be just ... well ... you know."

He leaned close and whispered in my ear, "This is not a one time thing my friend. Your wife is quality pussy. I'm gonna service her regular. She's eager for it and she needs it bad. I'm gonna be sure she gets all she wants. And you, my friend, will be right there watching us, every time we do it."

I thanked him again and we dressed and headed off to the board meeting for a day of honest work.



You’ve Got Mail Ch. 04



Dear Reader: This is a cuckold story about a willing and grateful husband who is very thoroughly, skillfully, and lovingly cuckolded by a wife who loves him. If you find such stories uninteresting or unpleasant you should stop reading right now and go to a story that is less threatening.




My name is Rob McMillan and I manage a major branch of a rather large shipping firm. I have been happily married for twenty years to a gal I met in college. Erika is a beautiful blond Swede with long tan legs and really great tits. An employee of mine, tried to blackmail me. He sent me anonymous e-mails with pictures he said were of my wife and her lover.

Then a strange thing happened. I found those pictures sexually arousing. Somehow my wife and I got through it. But I came out of it with a new sexual fetish that I did not know I had. I was aroused by the thought of my wife fucking another man.

With my encouragement my wife began an affair with an old college boyfriend, Ben Ziegler. She wouldn't let me watch but simply listening to her describe their sex had given me sexual pleasure beyond anything I had ever experienced before. They spent a weekend together once or twice each month.

Now we were in Chicago at a board meeting of our corporation. Last night my wife had fucked the Chairman of our board, an old friend of mine William R. Fuller. It was the first time she let me watch and that trembling, aroused humiliation was the most exciting sex I had ever had in my life.

We spent the second day at the board meeting and Erika and I got back to the hotel in late afternoon. Billy had to stay for a committee meeting.

We were having a drink in our room waiting for Billy to call. I assumed we'd have dinner together and then go back to his suite for another party like last night. That had been a marathon of fucking and I was looking forward eagerly to another night just like it. I think my wife was as eager to fuck him again as I was to watch her do it and her eagerness turned me on too.

"Thank you for asking Billy to join us in a threesome last night," I said.

"Darling I had fun fuckin him," she said, putting her hand lovingly on my cheek. "And you're gonna get to watch us do it two more nights."

"Billy's a great fuck!" Erika continued. "His equipment is twice the size of yours and that's a turn on for both of us. And it's a turn on for me to see the intense, helpless arousal in your face when you're watching us fuck."

"You like Billy's big cock don't you?"

Erika gave a soft, sexy chuckle, "Any woman who says she doesn't like a big cock is a liar! Cock size was a favorite topic of conversation of the girls at the Sigma Kappa house when I was in college. We'd sit and drink and swap big cock stories and the drunker we got the bigger the cocks got. I think there was some exaggeration."

"I wish I could have been there listening," I said

"No you don't. Most guys would NOT have enjoyed those conversations."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because we talked about the fact that most guys didn't know how to fuck and most guys didn't have big cocks and most of the guys that did have big ones didn't know how to use 'em."

Then she laughed, obviously remembering those college days.

"You always told me that I knew exactly how to take care of you."

"Yeah honey, but you were the exception. In fact some of the gals talked about you knowing how to bring them off when other guys couldn't. That reputation is why you got so much Sigma Kappa pussy."

I never knew I was a topic of conversation at the Sigma Kappa house.

"What did they say?" I asked eagerly.

"You don't want to know," she said with a lewd laugh.

"Tell me. Tell me exactly what they said."

"Okay, but you'll be sorry you asked," she said trying to control her laughter.

Getting control of herself Erika finally said, "More than one of them said, 'Rob's got a teensy pecker but he knows how to use it.'"

Then she doubled up in laughter.

"Teensy pecker," I exclaimed. "What the hell does that mean?"

"You got four inches honey and that qualified as 'teensy' at the Sigma Kappa house."

"I got FIVE inches," I yelled.

"All men exaggerate the length of their dicks," Erika said trying to control her laughter. "You got FOUR, maybe four and a quarter."

"The gals had two ways of showing the length of a guy's pecker," she continued, chuckling. "First they'd hold out two hands eight or ten or twelve inches apart. The other way was to hold up their thumb and forefinger to show how long a guy was. YOU were in the thumb and forefinger category."

Then she bent over again in raucous laughter almost out of control. It did not seem as funny to me as it was to her. Why do women think short dicks are humorous? They always laugh and joke about little peters.

"But you fucked a lot of Sigma Kappa gals," she continued. "You know why?"

"Tell me why," I said.

"Because you knew how to take care of a clit and you always did. Whether you used your pecker or your finger or your tongue, you always did. Most guys didn't know what a clit was or didn't care. They thought only about themselves. Maybe a few size-queens were not impressed with your dick but most of the gals preferred you to a guy with a big one who didn't know how to use it."

"But Billy's got a big one and he knows how to use it," I said.

She laughed and paused in thought. Then very softly she said, "Yes he does and our relationship with Billy is just beginning."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Tonight he'll want some different things. He teased my asshole in the shower this morning before he did me doggie. He might want to use my ass tonight."

"Jesus! Can you take that big dick up your ass?"

Erika laughed a loud and musical laugh. 

"Can I take it? Shit! I told you how Ben's thick cock stretched out my asshole. Billy's gonna slip in easy. Of course I'll need my clit stimulated while he does me and his finger's kinda clumsy. You want to eat a little pussy while that big bastard does my ass?"

I felt a tingling in my pecker. In my head I saw us in the shower this morning. I was on my knees my tongue on her clit and Billy was doing Erika doggie with those big low-hanging balls slapping me in the chin. He'd do her ass the same way. I enjoyed giving her pleasure while another man was having his pleasure with her. Why the hell was that such a turn on for me? Because asshole, I shouted to myself, you're a God damned pervert!

"We haven't even talked about eating creampie," she continued. "But in the next two nights you better believe you're gonna be looking at a wide open pussy dripping thick creamy jism and hear Billy say, 'Clean it up for me Rob.' What are you gonna do then?"

I thought about burying my face in a freshly fucked pussy and gave the only answer I could give.

"If I wanna watch him pump that stuff into you, then I guess that means I gotta eat it out, so I'll eat creampie. Hell! I never tasted it. Maybe I'll like it."

Erika leaned over, gave me a soft kiss, and whispered, "I've eaten my share of jism baby. Never mixed with pussy juice of course but it doesn't taste all that bad. You'll get used to it. Then you'll just suck it out and swallow it down. Billy pumps a big load and it's thick and sticky so don't try to swallow it all at once. Work it back on your tongue and then just take little swallows and enjoy the flavor as that slimy stuff trickles down your throat."

I felt my dick get hard as she talked.

"And if Billy doesn't make you eat cum somebody else will."

"Somebody else?" I asked.

Placing her palm softly against my cheek again she said, "I'm gonna be fucking more guys for you to watch honey. You enjoy it and I want to please you."

Then she gave a sexy chuckle and said, "And besides I've started to enjoy having different cocks from time to time."

"Different cocks? You have someone in mind?" I felt excited by what she said.

"Yes, I have someone in mind. A sure thing I think and you won't even have to ask him the cuckold's question. He's young and hairy and hung and you'll enjoy watching, but we can talk about him later."

As she said that the phone rang. It was Billy and we were off on another night of stimulating and rewarding sexual pleasure.

We had dinner and danced as we had done last night except that Billy and Erika did all of the dancing. Clearly their sexual arousal was causing them to behave like lovers. After they found a dark part of the dance floor they were feeling each other up and laughing and kissing. Watching them was turning me on.

We finally started up to the suite and they were entwined and giggling like newly weds as we got on the elevator. Erika, flushed with arousal, couldn't keep her eyes off of Billy and he couldn't keep his hands off of her and I simply stood there watching them - just a helpless cuckold fondling a throbbing erection in my bulging crotch.

Anyone looking at our threesome could not fail to appreciate who was gonna do what to whom and who was gonna enjoy watching him do it. Fortunately we were not seen by anyone we knew. This was a somewhat different experience for Billy, who was usually an afternoon guy with the ladies.

Although everyone was aware that Billy Fuller was a philanderer, the cuckolded husband was always blissfully unaware that the ear rings his wife had gone shopping for that afternoon had been purchased previously and the pussy he had thought was private had been shared with, according to those wives in a position to know, the best endowed member of the corporate board.

When we got to Billy's suite Erika made an announcement while Billy was pouring out drinks.

"Leave the drinks on the counter. I have a surprise for you Billy. I'm gonna be your waitress serving your drinks."

Then she went into the bedroom and moments later when she came back I saw what she had done to please Billy. She was stark naked except for spikes, hose, and garter belt. Her voluptuous body was magnificent as she posed and strutted around the room serving our drinks and bumping her butt for Billy.

Her belly was flat like a woman half her age and her big tits jiggled in a perfect rhythm as she walked. Those heels made her legs look even longer and more beautiful and somehow her beaver looked even hairier when she had that sexy garter belt on.

Her clit was invisible in that mass of curly brunet hair but I was sure it was hard as a rock because she was flushed with sexual arousal and ready to fuck. I was gonna have a mouth full of jism-soaked hair sucking that clit before this evening was over, I thought.

Billy was impressed! His pants bulged with a huge erection as she walked over and handed him his drink. I could see he was in a hurry to get my wife in the bedroom. My mouth felt dry as I pictured her eagerly spreading those long legs for that horny bastard.

By the second drink both Billy and I were naked and my little pecker was rock hard and almost quivering in anticipation. Billy's heavy cock was semi-erect and swung slowly between his legs as he walked over to pour his last drink.

Finally, Erika said in a sexy voice, "Billy honey, are you ready to fuck me now?"

"I been ready since dinner," he said eagerly.

"Darling husband," she said, turning to me for the first time. "May your loving wife have your kind permission to fuck your old friend Billy Fuller?"

A nice touch I thought – making the husband she was about to cuckold give his permission in front of her lover. Humiliating! It was like kicking me in the balls. It was hard to talk.

"Billy and I are waiting for your answer darling. Do you wanna watch us do it?"

She knows exactly what she's doing to me and she knows I'm so desperate to watch them fuck that I gotta say it out loud. They had made me say it last night and now they were gonna make me say it again. And when I say it they're gonna laugh.

They're just having fun with me. And I'm so choked up with arousal it's hard to speak. Finally, surrendering in helpless humiliation, I manage to nod my head and mumble like a submissive cuckold.

"Yes dear, I wanna watch."

Immediately I began trembling in anticipation of what they were gonna let me watch and not caring if they saw me I reached down and started playing with my peter. Why does getting humiliated like that turn me on so much? Because I'm a pervert, I said to myself for the tenth time tonight.

"Thank you darling," she said. "That's sweet of you. Billy and I both are very appreciative. Aren't we Billy?"

Billy looked at me playing with my peter, chuckled and nodded.

Erika giggled and extended her hand to Billy who took it eagerly and she led him into the bedroom. I grabbed a towel off of the bar and scurried after them. I was gonna lose control and ejaculate any minute and I didn't want my juice to make a mess like I did last night.

Erika pulled back the covers and got in bed, shoulders back to show off her tits. I sat down on a chair to watch. Billy stood there ready to get in bed. Then Erika threw me a bottle of scented oil.

"Get him ready darling," she said.

Oh my God! Suddenly I realized it was my humiliating job to use the oil to lubricate that huge cock he was about to shove into my wife. Thank God she gave me the oil, I thought. When she got him ready last night she had sucked that blue-veined monster. Shit! I was gonna have to do that one of these days for sure. I said a silent thank you to the woman I loved – she was making it easier for me by giving me the oil.

Billy stood in front of me, his semi-erect cock inches from my face. I poured a generous amount of oil into my palm and for the first time in my life I took another man's cock in my hand and began to lubricate it. I skinned back his heavy foreskin and oiled that big purple head. Damn! His cock was thick – my fingers didn't reach around it. I felt him go from semi-erect to erect as I massaged the oil into the full length of what Billy claimed was ten inches of rock hard cock.

"Use plenty of oil darling. He's thick and I want that damn thing to slip in easily. And get his balls oiled up too. But be gentle with them – Billy's got sensitive balls."

Shit! In my head I saw that big oily thing slipping into her. I could almost hear her groan. I was trembling with arousal and humiliation.

She chuckled and gave a sexy laugh as she watched me prepare her lover to fuck her. My dick was throbbing and standing straight up in my lap as I ran two oily hands up and down the full length of that enormous phallus. This is demeaning I thought – lubricating another man to fuck my wife as she watched and giggled in eager anticipation.

"Now do his balls honey, but be gentle with them," Erica said chuckling.

I poured more oil into my hands and rubbed them together. Then I lifted his massive scrotum up in two hands and began to massage his testicles gently applying the oil. Damn! The humiliation of getting him ready to fuck my wife was exciting me sexually! I'm a damn pervert!

Jesus! His balls are big! And they're heavy. They gotta be full of sperm, I thought. I gently caressed them rubbing the oil thoroughly over his scrotum. He was gonna pump that sperm deep into the soft, warm wetness of my wife. I looked at the length of his huge erection, glistening with oil in the low light of the bedside table lamp. I imagined his thick, creamy jism shooting out deeper in her pussy than my little dick had ever reached.

Billy looked down at me and smiled as I gently lubricated his genitals. It was not the smirk of an arrogant stud about to fuck the wife of a helpless cuckold. It was the warm smile of a close friend about to do something he knew I very much wanted to watch. He was doing me a favor and he knew it! A wave of gratitude swept over my body and I almost thanked him for the pleasure he was about to give me.

When I finished getting my old friend ready to fuck my wife I turned and looked at her in bed, naked and ready to fuck.

She smiled sweetly at me and said, "Thank you darling. Now just sit back and play with your peter and have your fun watching us have our fun."

Then she looked at my crotch and giggled when she saw I was already playing with my peter. Cuckolds are funny – even to the wives that love them. My wife was about to fuck another man and she could see how eager I was to watch her do it.

Billy walked over to the bed, his oiled testicles hanging low and that glistening cock sticking straight out and bouncing slowly as he walked. I trembled as wave after wave of arousal and anticipation swept through my body. Helpless with fierce sexual excitement, I realized that this big bastard was getting ready fuck my wife and I felt grateful to him for letting me watch him do it.

"You want my spikes on or off honey," Erika said to Billy with a giggle.

"They're real sexy," Billy said, "Leave 'em on."

Erika laughed and said, "Okay but the way you throw me around when you fuck me baby you're gonna have to be careful you don't get one of these spike heels shoved up your ass."

Billy laughed, "Okay better take 'em off. Hey Rob, come over here and get those damn weapons off your wife's feet."

I went over to the bed and Erika held her legs up toward me and spread them obscenely so I could reach her feet. I looked at that dark, hairy pussy in the light of the lamp on the bedside table and I could see the glistening wetness of her widely spread inner lips, which were engorged with arousal and hanging out a good two inches. Shit! I thought. My wife really wants to fuck him! Why the hell does that turn me on so much?

I turned to walk back to my chair and before I sat down I heard Erika groan and looking back I saw Billy's ass between her widespread thighs. He'd just rammed that fat sausage home. He was as eager to fuck as she was.

Shit! Suddenly I'm ejaculating! Just spurting out jism like a wet dream. Where'd I put that damn towel? I sat down catching as much semen in my hand as I could and finally grabbing the towel, I wiped up my jism and listened as Erika encouraged Billy to fuck her.

"Oh yeah baby! Put it to me! Let me feel it deep! Deeper!"

Billy pulled her legs up high and shoved that monster into her balls deep and Erika squealed at his extreme penetration. Then he started pounding her steady and she started grunting like a whore, like she did thinking of Ben Ziegler.

And I was pounding my peter again as I watched his oil-covered, low-hanging balls slap her in the ass – big sperm-laden balls that I had tenderly massaged only minutes ago. Shit! I thought, for the hundredth time: when watchin your wife fuck a stud is more fun than fuckin her yourself you know you're a pervert.

They both had their orgasms quickly. They had been teasing each other for over an hour. There was hardly a minute's rest after he pumped his load until she was doing him cowboy. I heard the rhythmic slap of her sweating, naked body as she thrust down on him again and again, her tits bouncing wildly. She'd had her first orgasm and now she was using the full length of that huge cock working hard for her second and when it came she seemed to scream even louder than before.

She rested a few minutes on top of Billy and then rolled off his exhausted body and looked at me. I had already pumped my second load into the towel and was playing with my peter again.

Erika was not finished yet. Almost twenty minutes of steady fucking and two orgasms and the bitch was still horny! She glanced at Billy who lay there, worn out, panting heavily - his big dick limp and lying useless on his belly, a stream of creamy semen dripping from the tip and forming a puddle.

She turned to me and smiled and beckoned me to come to her. My God I thought! She's gonna feed me creampie! I got up and walked over to the bed telling myself that I had to eat it some time.

She spread her legs and I saw her big, hairy pussy gaping wide with gobs of creamy jism dripping out of it and running down over her asshole. That big bastard had stretched her out and pumped her full of sperm.




You’ve Got Mail Ch. 04



I was about to bury my face in that freshly fucked pussy when she pulled me into the saddle and guided my erection into her. Damn! I thought, maybe she's doing this to keep Billy from feeding me creampie. Jesus I love this woman! She's so kind to me.

Her fingers crept down to my balls and she fondled them gently and said, "I love your testicles baby. They're precious to me."

Precious hell! I thought. You just kicked 'em in the living room. 

As if reading my mind she giggled and said, "Of course sometimes I like to tease you a little. Making you give Billy your permission to fuck me got you even more horny didn't it?"

The bitch was right. That humiliation did make me hornier. She pulled me close as I fucked her and began whispering in my ear. It was the most arousing thing she could have done.

"Did you enjoy watchin us do it baby?" She whispered. "You saw me have my fun. Your pecker is swimming in two slimy loads of another guy's jism. Did you hear me squeal when I took that big dick deep? Did you see how much your loving wife enjoyed it? He stretched me out baby and your little pecker probably feels lost inside this big stretched out pussy."

"Did you hear me grunt just like a whore? I was thinking about fuckin Ben Ziegler – thinking about one stud and fuckin another one while you watched and played with your peter like a little boy. Did you hear me scream when that big bastard brought me off?"

It was too much. I couldn't hold it. I pumped a load of cum, my third I think - this one into my wife and not into my hand. She wouldn't let me stop fucking her and my dick never got soft. She kept whispering until the last juice I had just oozed out of me. She had drained me dry and now my floppy dick was useless, just like Billy lying next to us. My horny wife had drained us both. Suddenly she pulled me close and I felt her vagina grab my soft dick as her contractions began.

I felt warm love for her as I gave her that orgasm and as she enjoyed it she kept saying, "I love you my darling husband" over and over with me lying uselessly on top of her. And I loved her too.

I went to sleep exhausted in the saddle. She'd had her fun and she went to sleep with me on top of her. Billy was out of it from booze and fuckin.

Around midnight, I was awakened by the bouncing bed and Erika's grunts as a rejuvenated Billy Fuller enjoyed yet another piece of my eager wife's ass. The room was pitch dark but I heard the moist, squishy sounds of a dripping wet pussy getting what it needed and the rhythmic slapping sounds of two sweating bodies coming together. Erika's grunts got louder as she worked toward her orgasm and then she cried out in ecstasy as her contractions began.

But Billy was not finished with her and he kept on pounding that pussy forcefully until Erika began to grunt once more, working for another orgasm. I was stroking my pecker rapidly and shot a load of juice up on my naked belly as I listened to them fuck. I think I went to sleep with them still fucking and when I woke up a short time later they were sleeping soundly, entangled silently in a lovers' embrace.

And when the sun woke me up, Erika was doing Billy cowboy, just like the first morning. The sun was shining brightly through the window. I watched her fuck him and got a hard on and pumped yet another a load onto my sticky belly. Erika was working hard but Billy seemed exhausted.

"There's one more load in there," she said, looking over at me with a grin. "It's all he's got left but I'm gonna get it out if it takes all morning."

"I'm worn out – I'm beat," Billy said, panting for air. "Ease up Erika. I don't think I can pump it. My balls are aching and I'm as dry as a God damned bone!"

But Erika kept pounding his helpless body until at last he cried out almost in agony.

"Oh my God! Here it comes!"

I saw his pelvis convulse and I knew she was draining his last drop of juice. Then Erika rolled off of him and got out of bed, semen dripping out of her and running down both inner thighs. Billy just lay there panting heavily. Erika grabbed his hand and pulled him out of bed.

"Time for a shower," she said

I looked at Billy's pecker. It was soft and floppy and dangling down uselessly. It bore little resemblance to the proud instrument I had lubricated last night. He looked at himself and shook his head sadly. 

"I think my pecker is broken," he said, looking down at his dangling member.

"You're just not accustomed to real fuckin," Erika said. "You been doing those wives of the guys on the Board in the afternoon. They probably fuck like ladies – one load and that's it. We got a dozen guys on the Board Billy. How many of 'em have you cuckolded?"

Billy laughed and started counting on his fingers.

"Let's see," he said. "I think maybe eight."

"What about the other four wives?" Erika asked.

"There're too old," said Billy.

"You bastard! A woman's NEVER too old to fuck. Remember what Benjamin Franklin said about yellin and swellin and tellin. Besides that's age discrimination and it's against the law."

"That law doesn't apply to fuckin," said Billy.

I started laughing at these two naked people standing by the bed arguing about Billy's choice of women to fuck.

"Maybe not," said Erika, "but ladies are not much fun to fuck anyway. You need a whore."

"You're right," Billy said. "And now I found one! But look what you did to my pecker!"

He held up his limp member and let it drop loosely.

"Stop complaining," Erika said. "Your pecker will heal before tonight and I'll get it up and wear it out again."

And sure enough Billy's pecker was functional our last night which was as eventful and exciting as the first two. I oiled him up again and Billy did her ass with me eatin pussy. I had my first taste of creampie and it wasn't bad at all. It was an extra special turn on to clean up my wife after another man had used her for his pleasure.

On this last morning of that wonderful experience, we had played our usual games in the shower and now Billy and I were standing there drying off and watching a naked Erika blow-dry her hair. Her tits were jiggling tantalizingly as she combed and brushed it.

"By the way," Billy said, "I'll be in your town next month for four days starting on the tenth."

"Why don't you stay at our place?" I asked eagerly. "Erika will show you a good time and we've got a big shower just like this."

"That sounds like a great idea," he said.

Then looking at my naked wife across the room he mused softly, "Jesus! That's good pussy! She's pumping her ass extra hard, you know, because you're watching her fuck and she wants to please you. Of course she's pumping it for herself too – you should feel her orgasms. Your wife is gonna wear out my pecker Robbie boy but I appreciate your kind invitation to fuck her again."

I stood there and suddenly realized that for the first time I had invited a man to come to my house and fuck my wife. I had asked the cuckold's question and I felt no embarrassment at all. It gets easier after the first time, I thought. In my mind I saw myself playing with my peter and watching Billy fuck my wife in my own bed. That will be a real hot time for me. Suddenly I heard Billy laughing.

"That's the nice thing about a wife-watcher," Billy said. "You can always tell when an invitation to fuck his wife is sincere."

I saw him looking down at my cock and I realized I had a hard on sticking straight out and throbbing. My little peter had gotten hard as I stood there thinking about him fucking Erika. My erect penis was smaller than that huge, uncircumcised monster hanging down flaccid between Billy's legs. Jesus he had a big dick! No wonder my wife wanted to fuck him!

I was not nearly as embarrassed, as I had been that first night.

"This is what embarrassed me so much the first night," I said. "Somehow I feel a lot less embarrassed now."

"Of course you do," Billy said. "Because you have nothing more to hide. Your wife and I both know that you are so sexually aroused by watching us fuck that you become totally helpless. Your very soul Robbie is stripped naked for us to look at."

My God I thought. My old friend understands my perversion and so does my wife. I remembered that old cuckold joke where the wife says when she cheats on hubby he doesn't get mad he gets an erection. I suddenly realized that my wife could fuck anybody she wanted, any time she wanted to, and I'd just get a hard on.

Shit! I had asked her to do this and now she's having a lot of fun doing it. I guess I gotta live with that somehow. Then I reminded myself that she loved me and she'd been very kind to me these past three nights, lovingly teaching me all those things that a cuckold needed to know.