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Does the Punishment Fit the Crime?

By: misterstan



When I first married Julie five years ago our sex life was great. I was a recent college grad, Julie was nineteen, just out of junior college. She was, and is, a very beautiful woman. Five- six, slim, with medium-length blond hair, blue eyes, sparkling teeth, and a voluptuous 36-24-36 body.

Everything was going well between us until I went off on a business trip to Chicago. One night I drank a bit too much, and I ended up going to bed with a woman I'd met in a bar. It was an entirely forgettable evening. However, I felt really guilty, and when I got home, I admitted my indiscretion to Julie.

At first she blew up, but after a while she settled down and talked to me coldly. I thought she would get over it, but instead as the weeks went on, her mood only seemed to get worse. I tried to make it up to her. I bought her presents. I apologized dozens of times. I offered to take her away on vacation. But she rejected all my offerings.

For over a month we barely spoke. We slept in the same bed, but there was an invisible divide which Julie clearly did not want me to cross. I began to fear that our marriage was over. 

One evening, when we both came home from work, Julie told me "it's time to have a reconciliation." 

She suggested we go up to the mountains for the weekend. She even made the arrangements.

The next week before we went, things got a little better. We spoke a little more, and there was definitely less tension in the air. But sex was still out of the question. I hoped that would chance over the weekend.

That friday we packed up the car and took off. Julie gave me directions as I drove. We pulled into a parking lot. Julie led me inside to a large condo. There were already several people there, and it was only then that Julie explained to me that she had secured for us a room in the company condo. It was used mostly for clients, but there were sometimes openings for staff.

It was a pretty big apartment. There were several bedrooms and bathrooms, a nice kitchen, and a large living-room. It was a wonderful place, but there was little privacy. I was disappointed, but Julie seemed pleased. So we put down our bags and went out to meet the others.

They were sitting around a fire, drinking a few beers and talking. She introduced me to them. There were Hank and Steve who worked in the warehouse, Jack from the advertising department, and finally, there was a middle-aged gentleman, Bert Colby, who I learned was an upper level executive at Julie's office.

They were all handsome men in different ways. Colby was distinguished, greying, but still tall and trim. Jack was a pretty boy, blond, blue eyes, but also obviously in good shape. Hank and Steve were both big workmen types with cut-off t-shirts showing off their huge muscular arms.

They all had odd smiles on their faces as if they were sharing a private joke. But they were all pleasant. And although I caught each of them checking out Julie as the evening progressed, I did not think much of it. 

We hung around for a while, but it was already pretty late and so Julie and I went to bed. I was really tired from working and driving so I just dozed off right away. I woke up about a couple of hours later. It was just after 2:00 am, and when I rolled over I noticed that Julie wasn't there. I waited a few minutes, expecting her to return from the bathroom, but when she did not show I decided to look for her.

I opened the door of our room and peered down the corridor. Nothing. Even the lights in the bathroom were out. I noticed the lights were on downstairs, however. I decided to take a look.

I walked to the stairs and heard noises from downstairs. I walked downstairs and peered into the living room. I was shocked by what I found.

Julie was sitting on the couch next to Jack. She was wearing nothing but a sleeping shirt which was pulled up above her waist. Her legs were spread wide and Jack was finger-fucking her cunt furiously. Julie was moaning passionately, her moans becoming louder as his thumb pressed against her clit.

"Hey, what the fuck is going on?" I demanded.

Jack jumped up and pulled his hand away from Julie's blond muff.

"No, don't stop," Julie commanded as she pulled his hand back down into place.

"Hey..." I started.

"Hey what?!" Julie shouted at me. "What's good for the goose isn't good for the gander?"

"Look I apologized..." I stammered.

"Fuck your words. If you could get your rocks off with some little hussy, I can get my pussy stuffed in return."

"But..."

"No buts. Here is the deal. For this weekend, I do whatever I want with whomever I want. If you interfere, I'll leave you forever. If you sit by passively, like you expected me to do when you got your dick wet, then we'll be even, and we can try to make things normal when we get home. In the meantime, do whatever the fuck you want. Ski, read, cry, pout, whatever. Meanwhile, I'll be engaging in indoor sports."

To punctuate the last point she pulled off her shirt, and leaning over, she unzipped Jack's pants and started sucking his large cock. I watched for a couple of seconds as my wife went to work on his meat, licking and stroking it, and finally taking deep into her mouth.

Julie paused and turned to look at me.

"Are you enjoying what you're seeing?" she asked maliciously.

When I failed to answer she continued: "I don't mind you watching. It won't change anything, but you might be happier if you did not watch everything I have planned."

And again her face disappeared into Jack's lap, the look on his face telling me she was doing a good job. Her little butt was bouncing up and down. Jack reached around and ran a finger across her wet slit. He slipped his middle finger into her wet cunt and in reaction she picked up the pace of her sucking. They were both moaning loudly, clearly enjoying each other.

I went back to my room. I was tempted to pack up and leave, but I was oddly paralyzed by the thought of losing her forever. I could not sleep, so I walked back to the stairs, and sitting in the darkness on the steps I peered again into the living room.

Jack and Julie were still at it. Jack was still sitting on the couch, and Julie was straddling him. Her breasts were bouncing in his face as she moved up and down taking his cock deeply into her.

As if in response to my watching, Julie climbed off him and turned around. She then lowered herself onto him again. She leaned back against him, and with her legs spread wide I could see his cock entering her again and again. With one hand he was rubbing her breasts and with the other he was fingering her clit.

She was moaning passionately as Jack starting thrusting hard. This seemed to go on forever. Suddenly, Jack grabbed Julie around the waist and got off the couch. He kept his cock inside her as he dropped down onto his knees pushing her down on all fours. He grabbed her hips and pumped her doggie-style.

He was grunting loudly and after a few more vicious thrusts he tensed up and shot his load into my sweet Julie. He gave her a few more long, slow strokes and finally pulled out. Julie was gasping. She turned around and licked his cock clean.

"Oh, baby, that was so good," Julie said, "I haven't been fucked so well in a long time. You have a great cock." She punctuate the last point by taking it into her mouth once again.

"Well, you're not bad yourself," Jack offered. He gave Julie a deep kiss.

She stood up. "See you tomorrow," Julie said smilingly as she walked toward the stairs.

I hurried back to the room and climbed into bed and pretended to be asleep. A moment later, Julie arrived arrived and climbed in bed. She brushed up against me and I could feel the sweat on her body. As she shifted I could clearly smell the sex on her body. I didn't get much sleep that night, but I finally dozed off.

When I woke up the next morning, Julie was gone. I showered, got dressed, and went downstairs. Julie was in the kitchen with Hank and Steve making herself breakfast. She was just wearing a t- shirt, and they were gawking at her. Julie reached up to grab a glass, and the shirt crept up exposing her ass and her blond pussy.

Hank and Steve looked at each other, and then shared a smirk when I walked in. Julie sat herself down.

"Are you going skiing?" she asked me emotionlessly.

"I don't know."

She shrugged and went back to talking to Hank and Steve.

"Where is Jack?" Hank asked at some point.

"He hit the slopes early," Julie responded, "I'm surprised because he had a late night."

Hank and Steve looked at each other and then at me, and then smiled again. There was an awkward silence.

"What are you eating?" Steve asked Julie to break the silence.

"Cereal, but..." she paused and a lascivious grin came across her face as she looked directly at Steve, "...I'll really love some sausage."

Hank nearly spit out his orange juice, and Steve looked at me open-mouthed.

"Julie, please..." I protested.

She shot me a frosty look. "You know my terms." And with that she got up, walked around the table, and sat on Steve's lap.

Steve again looked at me, and then whispered to Julie, "Hey cool it, your hus..."

"My what?" Julie exclaimed loudly. She stood up in front of Steve. Her large breasts made her t-shirt hang out away from her stomach and made her blond muff easily visible. "Do you want me to go away, or do you want me to suck your cock?" Julie asked bluntly.

Steve said nothing. "I thought so," Julie said lewdly. She dropped to her knees, and unzipped Steve's pants pulling out his semi-erect cock. She took it into her mouth with long, deep strokes. He moaned softly as his dick hardened. Julie ran her tongue over the length of his shaft, circling the head repeatedly. 

Julie paused, stood up, and dramatically peeled off her shirt. She turned and showed off her beautiful tits to Hank. He whistled appreciatively. He turned to me, "Some piece of tail, you have here. Mighty big of you to share," he laughed as Julie went back to work on Steve.

Steve was enjoying himself, but he wanted more. He gently pushed Julie off him. He stood up in front of her and pulled off his shirt. Julie gasped at his muscular chest and stomach. She licked his hairy abdomen.

Steve reached down and lifted Julie off her knees. He picked her and put her down on the breakfast table. He approached her and kissed her deeply. He fondled her breasts and pulled at her nipples.

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna fuck you good," Steve muttered as he pushed down onto her back. He pushed a finger into her slit, "Oh yeah, nice and wet."

His large cock stood at attention. He took it in his beefy hand and slowly pushed it into my wife's cunt. She moaned in response, and Steve accompanied her moans with loud grunts. He fucked her hard, the breakfast table wavering dangerously with each thrust. Julie's tits were bouncing wildly and her hair flew back and forth as she shook with passion.

"Oh, yeah, bitch. Oh yeah," Steve grunted as he grabbed her large breasts. Steve was giving her long, deep strokes. He pulled his glistening shaft almost all the way out before hammering it back in. Finally he slammed himself into her and stayed in as an orgasm shook his body.

He pulled out and collapsed into a chair. Hank immediately walked over and stood between my gorgeous wife's legs. He spread her pussy wide and ran his big thumb over her swollen clit. Julie growled lustily. He worked her twat vigorously, sending her into a frenzy.

"Ooooh, baby," she moaned, "fuck me."

Hank ignored her as he continued to rub her clit. She was going wild. Her body was squirming out of control and she was nearly screaming with ecstasy.

"Please, baby. Please fuck me. I was your cock inside me NOW!" my wife begged.

Hank slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Julie reached down and stroked him eagerly as she tried to stuff his meat inside her. Hank allow her to pull the head in, but he stopped her there.

She was nearly crying, "Oh, please, baby, don't tease me anymore. Put it in."

He stayed put for another few seconds as he continued to rub her clit. Finally I saw his butt tense, and he hammered himself fully into her. She screamed with passion, and her body was convulsed by a savage orgasm, but she wasn't satisfied. Her hips pressed against him and she growled and bucked like a wild animal. I had never seen her like this and it was strange watching my wife fucking like a dog in heat. Finally, I couldn't watch anymore. I walked away, but all the way to the door I could hear my sweet wife howling with passion as Hank's cock pounded into her.

I went out and sought out a local bar. I pretty much drank the day away, the sight of Julie being fucked never leaving my mind. After dark, I finally went home. I went into the quiet house and clambered up to our room.

Julie was lying on the bed naked with her hand gently rubbing between her legs. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Oh, honey, I am so sore. I must have been fucked twenty times. Why don't you kiss my pussy and make it better? You might even get a nice taste of hot cum," she said cruelly.

I just ignored her and climbed into bed. I must have been pretty drunk, because I fell asleep right away. I woke up in the middle of the night. I wasn't sure where I was for a moment, and I could hear voices in the dark just a few feet away. I turned over and looked at Julie.

I could see a form standing over her feeding her his cock. I could hear Julie slurping noises, and the sound of Mr. Colby's voice gently coaxing her on.

"I want to fuck you," he said softly.

"Oh, baby, my cunt is too sore. Come in my mouth," Julie responded and deep-throated him to accentuate her point.

"Come on baby, please," he pleaded as he tried to climb on top of her.

"My pussy is too sore."

Colby pulled his cock away from her mouth, and whispered, "Trust me baby."

He reach down and rolled her onto her stomach. He lifted up her sleeping shirt and rubbed her hard round ass. He climbed on top of her and slowly pressed his cock against her ass. He pushed his cock slowly into Julie's tight ass.

She gasped loudly, "I've never done this."

Colby didn't respond, but his dick disappeared deeper and deeper into her anus. Finally her was all the way in and he paused there.

Julie was breathing deeply. I could see tears glistening in her eyes. Colby slowly started pumping her ass, and Julie squealed softly with each thrust.

"Your ass is so tight," he whispered.

Julie grunted in response. Colby was now pumping faster and he too was grunting. A few seconds later he growled and tensed as he came in her ass.

"Thank you, baby," he moaned.

Julie just grunted as she tried to catch her breath. I must have passed out again, because when I woke up it was daylight and Colby was gone. Julie was asleep her ass exposed to the light. For a minute I kept thinking about her fucking all those guys. 

That day we went home. Neither of us has ever spoken about that weekend since, and our marriage seems to be back on track, but it will never be the same.