40 comments/ 47304 views/ 29 favorites Life Ashore By: ukresearcher Note. This is undoubtedly a cuckold story but I see it as fairly light hearted. Some may be interested to know that there is a large element of truth in the tale. * Carol and I first got together when we were both aged twenty-one and in our final year at music college. She was being trained in piano up to symphony concert standard while I was mastering drums, vibes and basic guitar. I am 5' 9" tall with a wiry build but generally pretty ordinary and consider myself very lucky to have captured such a prize because, although four inches shorter than I, Carol has a stunning nicely rounded but slim figure, an angelic face and shoulder length pale blonde hair. Upon qualification we both gained employment working for P & O providing musical entertainment on their cruise liners and got married mainly to make this possible. In many ways our four years aboard were an idyllic existence but there were drawbacks and sacrifices to be made, primary amongst these the fact that as crew we only had a cramped cabin with narrow bunk beds. Our mornings were free but from noon we often put in a twelve hour day. While on board, cramped conditions, tiredness and the stuffiness of the cabin in warmer latitudes meant that, apart from quickies, full penetrative sex between us was fairly irregular. The compensation was that, over the four years, we made love in many of what must be the most exotic and romantic spots in the world. During that time Carol received many invitations to spend the night in the luxurious staterooms of rich male passengers but she always declined, despite the promised extra inducement of expensive presents. With little opportunity to spend our salaries we accumulated a nice nest egg and the time came when we felt we had sufficient to set ourselves up for life on shore. We were both qualified to teach and so hoped to build up our own clientele of private pupils. Had we gone for an average house we could have managed an easy mortgage with a sufficient cushion left over to protect until our incomes became established but instead we bought a large four bedroom detached house in a very good area. Although it was badly run down all our cash went on the deposit and we were still left with a frightening mortgage to pay. It had been owned by an old lady who had lived there for fifty years and had rather let the property deteriorate. The reasons for buying seemed good at the time. It was an undoubted bargain compared to the potential value, there was plenty of space for us each to have our own tuition areas, there were no close neighbours to be irritated by the sound of our pupils musical efforts and the area should hold plenty of affluent parents able to indulge the hoped for talent of their offspring. We probably would not have committed ourselves so heavily if Carol had not been promised regular well paid concert work in the nearby city and I had my own hopes of occasional but lucrative gigs. Playing safe, I also started teaching music at the local school but, to leave me free to resign at any time, I signed up on term by term contracts which meant that I wasn't paid during school holidays. We took possession on a bitterly cold day in early January. The house had been commercially cleaned with the cost charged against the old ladies estate but was otherwise completely empty and we were there to admit carpet layers, furniture deliveries and men to reconnect gas and electricity supplies. Within the first hour a neighbour turned up. He said his name was Jim and he arrived bearing a large flask of coffee and two mugs. In his early fifties he was about six feet tall and solidly but not heavily built. His full head of hair was dark and waved with distinguished white flashes at the temples set of by a slight tan. It was obvious from his confident assurance that he was used to wielding authority but he had an easy going humorous demeanour. In a self depreciating way Jim explained that he owned an engineering firm but had organised himself into redundancy and now only showed his face occasionally. Throughout the day he kept both us and the various workmen supplied with refreshment and even took Carol and I round to his house for a warm lunch of delicious soup and hot buttered baguettes. On one of the occasions when he was in our house, Jim pointed at the strips of hanging wallpaper and areas of bulging plaster, remarking that we had taken rather a lot on and saying that he would pop over to give us a hand. It seemed like an idle promise but early the next day he turned up with the full kit, electric drills and saws, steam strippers, portable work bench and a large tool chest on wheels. It took him two trips to get it all over. It turned out that he could plaster, hang wallpaper and do carpentry to a professional standard, so for countless hours over the next month, Carol and I were willing labourers for his craftsman role. Brushing aside our protestations of gratitude, Jim explained that he enjoyed getting his hands dirty occasionally as it reminded him of his beginnings. Towards the end of the month, Jim said we deserved a treat and invited us for a meal at his house on the Saturday evening. The food that he had prepared himself to cordon bleu standard was truly delicious and supported by wine of a quality far beyond our pocket. After eating Jim asked Carol to dance. I don't dance being more used to providing the music for dancers but my wife had learned at college. Of course, as with everything he seemed to do, Jim was a master. People rave about dirty dancing but I found classical ballroom done properly to be far more erotic. His right hand never moved from the small of her back and his left properly supported hers in the air to the side but as they moved smoothly round the floor in unison, their lower bodies were so close they might have been welded together and on the tight turns when his leg moved naturally between hers, her groin seemed glued to his thigh. I felt a surge of jealousy at how good they looked together but on returning her to my side he politely thanked me for allowing him the pleasure. As we departed, Jim contented himself with giving Carol a modest peck on the cheek and it was she who spontaneously threw her arms round him to deliver a grateful hug. Jim continued to be useful if not essential to our wellbeing in the year that followed and his Saturday evening dinners for us became a monthly event. I had bought a cheap second hand car to get me to school and on my first morning back after the Easter holiday the damn thing wouldn't start. However, I had hardly lifted the bonnet to gaze helplessly at the mystery beneath before Jim appeared to quickly diagnose the problem and get me on my way. Then, barely a week later had I managed to put a nail through a water pipe. Leaving Carol with her thumb on the hole, I dashed round to ask Jim if he had the number of a plumber. "Have you turned off the water at the stop-cock?" he immediately asked, to which I had to admit that I didn't know what a stop-cock was. Shaking his head he grabbed a bag containing his plumbing kit and we ran back to my house where he efficiently stopped the flow. We found Carol with water running down her face and her clothes completely soaked. Without asking me Jim got a large bath sheet from the bathroom, held it up and ordered Carol to undress completely. She hesitated, looking at me but he insisted firmly, "Come on, don't be shy, I promise I won't look." He did look and was quite blatant about it but in the circumstances I could hardly begrudge him a quick flash of my lovely wife's naked body. Jim's advice and assistance continued but it was not until early February the next year that he really saved us from disaster. Carol's concert engagements had proved fewer than expected, I had been on no gigs at all and usual Xmas expenses fell at a time when the holidays meant no income at all for nearly a month. There had been three interest rises during the year, our credit cards were maxed out and some 0% furniture deals were falling due. The final straw was a horrendous bill to get my wreck of a car through its MOT. Jim found me at a table strewn with bills, tearing my hair at the yawning gap between cash available and money due for repayment. He quickly took charge, went meticulously through all my papers and said our only hope was a consolidation loan but truthfully explaining that this would cause both increased debt and for longer but would also mean repayments I could handle more easily. He went on to say that although there were firms offering consolidation services they charged an arm and a leg for the privilege and that he was able to offer a loan of £10,000 over ten years. "It's not charity because I will be charging you bank rate but it's still a damn sight cheaper than you'll get elsewhere," he said. We both wanted to throw our arms round him ingratitude -- I think Carol did. About two weeks later I was over at Jim's house for some reason when he suddenly said, "I'd like to ask you a favour." At last this was a chance to repay some part of our large obligation to this man so I said, "Just name it. You only have to say and it's yours." He laughed. "The first lesson of life; Never make a promise to anyone until you know what it entails." "All right," I said laughing back, "Tell me what you want and I'll consider it." "I'd like to borrow your wife for two or three hours occasionally, say once a fortnight," he said. I was taken completely by surprise and immediately wondered what he had in mind, secretarial work, her musical ability or even housework at his place. "I'd want her to share my bed," he told me bluntly. Time seemed to stand still and for a moment I was unable to speak. "Feel free to refuse, I will understand and there'll be no hard feelings," he hastened on to add. "I don't know how you can ask that," I finally blurted out. "I can ask because you might say Yes and if I didn't ask I'd never know," he said calmly. "But surely no husband who really loved his wife would ever agree," I protested. "Not necessarily so," he countered patiently. "Sex is essentially a basic act but it can vary enormously in context. On one side you have the couple who treat sex as an exclusive almost religious act and 'cleave to each other forsaking all others' as it says in the bible but at the other end of the spectrum are escorts who meet someone, enjoy glorious physical pleasure for a few hours and then never see that person again. Most couples are somewhere in the middle, sometimes 'making love' but at other times just fucking for the fun of it - and a few of these occasionally allow others to join in for the pleasure only fucks." "That has got to be the fast track to the divorce court." "Quite the contrary," Jim said confidently, "I know too many examples where an out of character pointless one-off fling has ruined a loving marriage when a more open relationship would have survived." "I'm really sorry but despite what you just said my answer has to be NO," I told him and waited his reaction. Surprisingly he shook my hand. "I can't say that I'm not disappointed but I admire you having the courage of your convictions. I think that a lesser man might have felt intimidated." I hurried home and reported the whole conversation to Carol, word for word. At first she was smiling and I could see she was flattered but then her face turned serious. "This is really awkward," she said when I'd finished. "After all that he's done for us, then the only thing he ever asks in return and we have to refuse him. I'm going to feel so guilty and embarrassed next time I see him." "I know we're deeply in his debt but it was too much for him to expect." "I agree it was too much and you gave him the right answer but all the same, Jim obviously didn't think it was too much to expect and he's not an irrational man." The conversation petered out and the subject wasn't raised again for another three days. Strangely there had been no sight of Jim although I doubt if we had previously gone even a couple of days without seeing him since we first moved into the house. Neither had we made love as if doing so would raise the topic we were both trying to avoid. Just before bedtime it was Carol who cracked, "I'm feeling really really rotten about Jim. He's been so good to us. I keep asking myself if we're being terribly mean and selfish." My own feelings were very ambivalent with the emotion of guilt sometimes a palpable pain, so I was happy to see were she was going with this. "Are you saying we should change our minds? "I asked, giving her the opening." "No I'm not," she answered quickly, "But all the same." "What?" "I keep wondering what it would entail. I mean you're not exactly overflowing with energy and he's more than twice our age. If I did have sex with Jim it would probably be over very quickly. He must get very lonely over there by himself and I can see him wanting female companionship far more than actual sex. I imagine we'll spend the time talking rather than actually fucking." "That sounds as if you've almost decided to do it." "You're the husband so it's up to you not me -- but I'm not bothered which way you decide." "I'm not sure I wouldn't get too jealous while you were with him," I said honestly. Carol laughed. "Remember that muscle guy who worked in the gym, the one who was chasing me all that last cruise. If it was him I was going with I could understand you being jealous but you like Jim almost as much as I do. Didn't you once say he was like a father figure?" "OK, you can go with him once to see what it's like," I conceded, "We do owe him at least that much." Just the weight lifted from my conscience gave me a light-headed feeling but there was also dread at the Pandora's box this might open. And mixed in with this I cannot deny a small thrill of arousal. Carol only nodded. I was unable to read the emotion on her face and if she was feeling excitement she managed to hide it. The uninhibited sex that followed definitely fell into the fun fuck category. I gave the news to Jim the next day. He pumped my hand in both of his, promising that I wouldn't regret my change of mind. "You may not realise but you are opening your life to a whole new dimension," he told me sincerely. I said that Carol would come to his house at 9 p.m. that evening but I would expect her back before midnight. "Like Cinderella," he said laughing. I smiled at his poor joke but I wasn't in a very humorous mood. My wife always looked nice and I hoped she would just go next door casually at the appointed time but instead she made major preparations including squandering her hoarded bath oils. She also wore her sexiest underwear. I was not spying in fact I tried to remain strictly uninvolved but she kept dashing about only partly dressed as she excitedly got herself ready. My growing despondency was only alleviated just prior to her leaving when she took me in her arms, delivered a long loving kiss and said, "Remember that I love you and I always will. This isn't going to change us in the slightest, I promise. I won't let it." Strangely, once she had gone I felt relaxed and even got involved in a film. It was only in the last hour that I became anxious with my mind dwelling on what must have occurred next door. Carol got home in time to avoid her clothes turning into to rags by barely a minute. Her face seemed to glow. "So how was it?" I asked, adopting a sympathetic tone off voice. "I've had a wonderful time," she enthused happily, which was hardly what I was hoping to hear. "I was quite wrong about him getting tired quickly; of the three hours I was there we must have spent at least two fucking and you won't believe the size of his cock, it's really gorgeous, about two inches longer than yours and much thicker. I told Jim it looked huge but he said it's only eight inches and many men have one much larger." "Did he make you cum?" Carol nodded her head enthusiastically. "Lots and lots of times." But then, seeing the look on my face, she went on, "Not that that means anything. I read somewhere that women always cum more with a lover than with their husbands, it's a genetic programming thing." "So it had nothing to do with his oversized penis," I said bitterly. "That may have helped," Carol said honestly, "But I had two orgasms long before he ever put it in me. He just knows how to do all the right things. At the start he spent a whole half an hour getting me in the mood and by the end I was going crazy wanting the fucking to start. When he did put it in I felt really stretched but he took it real slow for a long time until I got used to him. After he had cum the first time it only took fifteen minutes before he was ready to go again but I helped by sucking him stiff. The second fuck was the best. He did everything he knew, it seemed to go on and on and at times he had me almost delirious with pleasure. I can hardly wait until I'm with him again." "I thought I'd only agreed to one time," I objected. My interruption stopped Carol for a moment. "I think you may be right," she admitted thinking back, "But Jim certainly thought it was going to be a regular thing and anyway, I've already agreed to go with him again in two weeks." I was very unhappy but I didn't make an issue of it. My higher priority was to gain relief for my now achingly stiff dick and to symbolically reclaim my wife after her infidelity, but as I tried to bustle her towards the bedroom, Carol said, "Don't think you're going to have me when we get upstairs. "I promise I'll reward you tomorrow, we can stay in bed doing it all day if you want but I just can't have sex with two different men one after another the same day, I'd feel such a slut if I did. Anyway, I'm going to have a shower right now." After a sleepless night with my brain filled with images, Carol fulfilled her promise with great enthusiasm. I actually managed to perform twice but in my case the recovery time was nearer to two hours. Despite this I still had not resigned myself to Carol going with Jim again. If it had been a pity fuck or even from a sense of obligation I would not have minded continuing contact between them but what upset me was that after a year of watching Jim doing everything with more skill than me I was now faced with the fact that he could also fuck my wife far better than I ever had. By the next weekend I still hadn't thought of a way out but a phone call suggested a strategy that was to badly backfire. On the Saturday my mother rang to announce sarcastically, "I'm not dead in case you wondered." I immediately apologised for being remiss and said we would visit for the weekend, promising to drive up the next Friday. Returning from the phone, I 'innocently' told Carol the news. "We can't go, haven't you forgotten I'm seeing Jim on Friday night," she said with almost a look of panic on her face. "You'll just have to cancel Jim because I'm certainly not giving back word to my mother." "Like hell I will, you'll just have to visit your bloody parents on your own," she said angrily. But then, as I struggled to reply she went on more calmly, "Actually it all works out perfectly. You can drive there by yourself on Friday and I'll catch a bus up Saturday morning, you can tell your folks I had a sudden concert booking. This is far better because it means I can spend the whole night with him and be far more relaxed without the need to fuck every available second." There was nothing I could say but I had effectively managed to turn a three hour date into one lasting from four in the afternoon to nine the next morning. As it turned out it was all relatively painless. For a start Carol was extra loving during the following days, giving me almost more sex than I could handle up until the Thursday night. We were lying in bed kissing, she was playing with my dick and it looked like the start of another big session until she did something completely new with my testicles and I suddenly ejaculated without even realising I was close. Life Ashore I left home alone late Friday afternoon and once at my parents house their constant chatter left no time to think about what Carol was doing. My mother's company always leaves me exhausted so once in bed I fell asleep straight away and had an undisturbed dreamless night. Carol arrived just before lunch and after eating we spent the afternoon driving my folks round sightseeing. The evening was taken up by card playing so it was not until we were in bed that she was able to update me on the hours spent with Jim. Despite all the extra time it seems there was little more sex than during their first encounter. Carol said she started off by giving him a full blow-job which ended (as she put it) with her 'swallowing every single drop of his lovely spunk'. In fact she enjoyed that activity so much she spent more time enthusing about this one act than the rest of their activities added together. He had cooked her a superb meal, they had a powerful no holds barred fuck, watched a porn video and finished with a long leisurely shag at the end of which they had tried to sleep with his cock left embedded in her until the morning. It slipped out during the night. Confession complete, despite the need for vocal restraint, my errant wife endeavoured to prove that my sex life wasn't suffering because of her extra-marital liaison. We still lived on a restricted budget but on Tuesday's I always got a treat for my evening meal but that day I got home at five to find Carol in a with wet hair and an agitated look on her face. "You'll have to have beans on toast," she announced, "I lost track of the time and forgot to put your chop in the oven." I knew she had two one hour lessons back to back booked for the afternoon but before I could ask why she confessed, "I've been fucking Jim all afternoon. The twins' mother rang to cancel just before nine because they have sickness and diarrhoea. We needed that money so I got depressed. Later when Jim saw me in the garden he noticed and after I explained he said he would happily pay for my time if I went round and chatted with him for the two hours. Of course when I did we talked about Friday. After a few minutes I could tell he wanted to do it, I knew I did and there didn't seem any reason why not. Anyway we got carried away and he finished up getting a lot more than two hours. It wasn't cheating because I'd already opened my legs for him twice with your permission. I certainly didn't think it did you any harm." I was less angry than I would have thought but I still said, "That's debateable, I lost my chop and it also means no sex for me tonight." "No it doesn't because I've changed my mind about that," she said grinning. "I decided that sleeping with two men on the same day doesn't make a woman a slut if one of them is her husband. I worked that out on Saturday because I had to in a way. I didn't mention before but Jim wanted a quickie before I went for the bus and I just knew I just couldn't knock you back that night. We can go to bed right now if you're not too hungry." We did and I also enjoyed sex again later. I watched Carol leave on her next Friday date with far less mental ease than before with the picture of Jim's cock down her throat dominating my mind. After a while my mental torment drove me outside with the plan to creep next door, hoping to see them at it or at least hear some noises. However the bitter cold quickly forced me home and I sent the time pacing and watching the clock. Foolishly I also masturbated more than once so when my wife got home I didn't want sex although I think she would have been more than willing. I didn't even want an update on her evening. One evening the following week, as we were eating I could tell that Carol was bursting to tell me something. Then, the moment we'd finished she dragged me over to the settee and said, "Have you ever thought about making it with another man because maybe you should. I never thought I could get it off with a female but I have this afternoon and I loved it." With a satisfied smirk she then told me the following. "Jim rang and said that if I was free he had a lady friend at his house who was dying to meet me so I went round. Her name's Leanne. She's about thirty and very attractive. I think she has mixed blood because her skin is a dark golden colour all over and her breasts are twice the size of mine but just as firm, with large brown nipples that seem extra hard. After we had chatted for a while Jim said they were going to bed and wondered if I wanted to join them. I agreed mainly because I wanted to see him doing her. We got undressed and Jim lay down the middle of the bed with us on either side. At first we were taking turns sucking his cock but then we switched to us both licking it at the same time, from his balls up to the top. Once when we were both at the tip our tongues touched and it felt nice. I was a bit embarrassed and pulled back but a bit later I managed to 'accidentally' touch again. It was like an electric shock. From then we both started doing it and were soon giggling and touching our tongues more than cock licking. After a bit Jim moved his penis out of the way and we were kissing properly. Female tongues are much softer than men's and far more subtle. Soon I was sucking one of her big nipples. It must be instinct from being a baby because it seemed so natural and I now understand why men like sucking tits so much. Meanwhile, Leanne was teasing my clitoris and putting her fingers in me. She got up to all four fingers while still doing my clit with her thumb and I was humping her hand like crazy. After she'd made me cum she switched and started doing it with her mouth. It was pure bliss and I could have laid there letting her do it forever but then she swivelled round into sixty-nine and her cunt was just above my face. Her pussy was shaved so it was just a red gash. I first I didn't want to do it but then the smell of her sex washed over me and I put my hands round her bum and pulled her twat down to my mouth. I've tasted myself before but hers was far far stronger and it sent me really crazy. It must be a fantastic aphrodisiac because I was desperately trying to get my whole mouth inside her for more. I used to think you sucked me just to make me feel good but now I know you were selfishly doing it for yourself. I think we might have still been eating each other if Jim hadn't interrupted us with a thick pink double headed plastic dildo. Leanne and I made it nice and slippery with spit and baby oil then we stuck one end up her as far as it would go. I shuffled towards her with my legs apart as she stuffed the other end inside me. There was a gap of about a hand left between our cunts and we for a while we took turns jerking it backwards and forwards but then we pushed closer together forcing more inside until our clits were finally touching. From then on we were fucking with clitorises rubbing, tits squashed together and tongues down each others throats. It was fantastic. I don't think I've ever felt so good. Both our bodies were shaking so much that at times I couldn't tell if it was her orgasm or mine. Eventually we had to stop to catch our breath and I realised it was time for me to come home. I stood up leaving her spread out on the bed but couldn't resist the temptation to plunge my face back between her legs and, after what we'd been doing, her juice just seemed to flood out of her onto my tongue. I can still taste her when I lick my lips and I'm sure you can smell her on my face. If I didn't enjoy Jim's cock so much I could easily turn lesbian full time and I don't think I'll ever look at a pretty girl again without wondering what she tastes like. Jim didn't actually touch me but I'm pretty sure he planned to fuck Leanne after I left. I think I'm going to shave my pussy because hers looked so nice." I got a lot of excitement from this vivid description and would dearly love to have watched but of course it was bloody Jim who had enjoyed that pleasure and this fact fuelled a growing resentment of my rival. Almost as an afterthought Carol asked, "Oh bye the way, on our next date Jim wants to take me to a party and wonders if he can keep me all night again? I think he wants to show me off as his young girlfriend." Despite reservations I did agree, following the logic that, although he would certainly have his cock in her before she came home, attending a party would mean far less fucking than spending the time in bed together. On the night of the party I watched them leave with a feeling of anxiety. At midnight I went upstairs but stayed awake keeping a watch out the window until Jim's big Bentley swung into his drive at just before 4am and after I had watched Carol walk safely into his house I finally went to bed. Next morning I got up at nine o'clock. After such a late night, I rather expected my wife to sleep late in our mentor's house but she wandered in just as I was buttering my first slice of toast. Her face looked tired but her eyes were sparkling. "That wasn't just any old party," she announced excitedly, "All the people there were swingers." My heart sank. I knew I wasn't going to like what she was about to tell me. "Swingers?" I echoed for something to say. "Married couples who have sex with other people," Carol explained unnecessarily. "Like us, except that you haven't been with anyone else yet. There were about thirty there, mostly couples but Jim said they do admit one or two single guys and some extra girls. Anyway, everybody seemed very pleased to see us. I think they all just assumed that I belonged with Jim." "So you swapped partners, "I asked, already guessing the answer. After eating half my toast and pouring herself a mug of coffee Carol answered, "I certainly did but I'm not sure about Jim. Just after we arrived he wandered off with a very attractive older woman he seemed to know. All the men crowded round me and during the half an hour he was gone I sucked lots of different cocks and got well felt up but there wasn't any real sex. That started when Jim got back and from then on he was always there keeping an eye on me." "You gave blow-jobs to several men?" I asked, horrified by the unwanted image appearing in my mind. "Not full blow-jobs silly," Carol laughed, "There were far too many cocks for that, I could only suck each one for about a minute before the next one was pushing in for a turn. I think it was their way of getting introduced." I wasn't sure if this explanation was good or bad news. "Who did you have sex with?" I heard myself ask. "After Jim extricated me from the crowd of men he took me into a bedroom where a guy called Paul was waiting. He was about forty and a bit podgy but I knew I was going to have sex with him so I lay on the bed. He started sucking my tits and sticking some fingers up me while I played with his cock. It was about seven inches but rather thin and very limp at the start. When it finally got stiff he rolled me over and tried to do anal straight away but Jim stopped him saying I wasn't ready for that yet. I tried to point out that I'd done it that way with you several times but Jim didn't take any notice. So we spent an hour fucking in different positions but Jim said we couldn't do doggie style. I don't think Jim trusted Paul to stick it in the right hole if I was in that position. Paul wasn't very pleased and after he had cum he just got up and left without saying a word" "Did you have an orgasm?" Carol shook her. "Not even close. You would have done far better. Anyway, Jim and I had a drink and chatted for a while until a really big black man called Jamal walked in. He was well over six foot tall, very black, all muscle and his cock was very noticeably a lot longer than Jim's. I was hoping to see if it would fit in my mouth but he wanted to start fucking straight away with no messing about. He was rather rough both pulling me the way he wanted me and sticking it in but Jim immediately said he didn't want me broken first time out and after that Jamal was more careful with me. It was still painful until I got used to him but after that it was good. When he got going he was like a piston and I don't understand how he was able to keep on so fast for so long without getting out of breath. At the end he never seemed to stop squirting. He must have put as much as a large pot of clotted cream in me because when his cock popped out it was followed by a great gush of white liquid and his stuff kept trickling down the insides of my legs for ages afterwards." I started to speak but Carol anticipated my question. "I did have lots of orgasms but none were particularly big and it was all part of the overall sensation. Jim works to give me really big orgasms but Jamal was just doing his own thing. After that Jim took me round the bedrooms for an hour to watch others screwing and then we spent another hour in the main room, watching again. There were two king size mattresses joined together on the floor with a big pile of naked bodies. They were all fucking and doing stuff to the nearest body and it didn't seem to matter if it was male or female. By the time we left I was getting a bit bored and I suspect that Jim only kept us there until I'd stopped leaking so that his car seat wouldn't get ruined." "I suppose that Jim fucked you as well when he got you back to his place?" I asked rather nastily. "I expected that too, in fact I was hoping he would but he didn't. Instead Jim told me to get a few hours sleep so I would be rested when I came back to you. He said I had to be especially nice you in case you weren't too happy about what I have been up to." I took this as my cue to grab hold of her but Carol neatly evaded my grasp saying, "Not yet, I'm going to bed for a bit longer first. You can wake me at twelve o'clock for your reward." Disappointed I watched her cross the room but at the door she stopped and said, "I've still got lots of dried cum sticking on me. I was going to have a shower but Jim said I should check with you first in case you wanted me as I am. He said that most cuckold husbands get a kick from seeing evidence of other men on their wives." I firmly told her to shower and bitterly regretted that decision soon after I heard the water running. I had endured various stages of arousal from the moment she first left the house but suddenly the mental image of her still hot and nasty from her night's adventure caused me the stiffest most painful erection of the lot. Over the next two hours it only slackened slightly as I pondered why my body had reacted in that way. I won't dwell on the blissful private time when Carol made great effort to show that I wasn't losing out in this new life style but as I lay in post coital euphoria she quietly dropped the bombshell, "There's going to be another party next month and Jim's promised to take me again." Suddenly the residual resentment that I felt towards our neighbour and benefactor rose in revolt. "Wait a sodding minute," I said. "I'm not saying you can't go but I'm your husband and I should be the one to share you." Carol looked at me in silence for a moment and then said quietly, "I'm sure Jim can fix it for you to go if you want but you might not enjoy it. They've got a rule that husbands with a cock less than seven inches can watch but can't join in. Those who don't make the grade have a '6', '5' or a less than sign stamped on their forehead and all the other guys make fun of them. I only saw one bloke with a mark on his head. He was terribly teased but he kept smiling all the time, jerking his little dick as he watched his wife shagging and doing things with different men." The next Friday Carol and Jim were together, she arrived back unexpectedly early, some time before eleven. I was on my PC looking at porn but I heard the front door and had time to log out. "I've just been spit roasted," she said excitedly dragging me to the settee. "Jim had a friend there or maybe it was one of his customers," she began once we were seated. "They got me on my knees, with me sucking one cock while the other was fucking me from behind. Every so often they switched places and it turned into a game with them competing to see who could get back inside me first. At the finish they stood side by side and came all over my tits. It seemed so deliciously dirty and I lay there smearing it all over. Jim said he'd heard that lots of semen made women's breast bigger but he couldn't remember if it needed to be rubbed in or swallowed. It was nice being with two men at the same time but it was over too soon and I still need a lot more fucking if you happen to be interested." I didn't need a second invitation and reached for her but she held up a hand to stop me saying, "Jim's taking me to another party in a fortnight if that's OK. I'm so glad we switched to an open marriage, aren't you?." "I might be if it didn't seem to be only open one way," I said rather bitterly. "But you can go with other women any time, you know you can." "How? I'm right out of practice in chatting up females and you know we can't afford for me to visit pick-up bars." Carol obviously hadn't considered this. "Maybe Jim could fix you up with a date; I know he's friendly with lots of sexy females. I'll ask him on the way to the party when he can hardly refuse. During this progression, I have only mentioned my mental state in passing and this may have given the impression that I accepted easily or even welcomed what was happening. The truth is that from the start, although I admit to varying degrees of arousal, at times the jealous agony of knowing that Carol was being fucked almost tore me apart. However, while she was away on this occasion, for the first time, the pain from my throbbing rigid penis exactly balanced that from the twisted knot in my gut. On her return the related happenings seemed very similar to the previous party but without the opening cock sucking session. "I started off with another threesome but this time Jim wasn't one of them," my unfaithful wife began. "They said it was going to be a DP and I thought that meant two cocks in my vagina at the same time. Jim said that was possible but the cocks needed to be on the slim side. I reckon the woman would also need to be pretty big down there and Jim keeps saying that he loves the way I'm still so tight. What actually happened was that both guys fucked me at the same time but with one at the front and the other going in the back way. It was a strange feeling and I did enjoy it but it wasn't anything special. Jim just watched and he watched again when I had a long session with Jamal the same big black man I fucked before." "Did he cum as much as last time?" I asked. "More if anything," Carol nodded. After he'd left Jim and I didn't bother watching the screwing going on in bedrooms but the two mattresses and pile of bare bodies were still in the main room. This time the mattresses were covered with a big sheet of polythene and some of the watchers were squirting the naked bodies with baby oil. I looked at Jim and he nodded his head so I got oiled up and threw myself into the heap. Immediately there were hands groping me from all over. I stayed in there squirming for nearly two hours. I licked and sucked any genitals near my mouth male or female and others were doing the same to me. There were fingers everywhere, lots of poking cocks and I'm pretty sure I got DP'd again for several minutes. Eventually when I got out I had to go straight in the Jacuzzi bubble bath to get all the oil off me. While I was doing the mass fuck I think Jim slipped away with some female because I couldn't spot him watching anywhere -- but then I wasn't really looking. He must have got himself laid because he didn't want me when we got back to his place." I spent most of the afternoon in bed with my promiscuous wife and during the prolonged sex Carol provided several lascivious snippets that she had forgotten during the initial narrative. By the end I decided that I wasn't doing too badly out of the open marriage thing after all and then she added a bonus with the information that Jim could think of several possible partners for me and wanted me to call at his place tomorrow evening to discuss it. Life Ashore It was just after lunch when I knocked on his door. Jim shook my hand enthusiastically with both of his, pulling me inside as part of the movement. "It's so nice to have you round here again," he said with a big grin on his face. "I like to think that both Carol and you are my friends but you seem to have been avoiding me a bit of late. I used to really enjoy the long chats we had last year." I mumbled something but wondered to myself how he could expect us to remain bosom buddies when he was regularly seducing my wife and making her available for other men to fuck. "Life treating you OK," he asked when we were seated and he had fixed me up with a drink. "Fine I guess." "I mean in the bedroom department, Carol still looking after you?" "That's nice," I said truthfully. "Look, I hope you don't think that I am taking advantage or that things are going too far," he said. "Say if you do or else I won't know. Just believe I would never deliberately do anything to hurt you, I'm very fond of you as a couple." If I had not been there seeking a favour I might have voiced my reservations but instead I answered, "I'm cool with everything." "But you think it's a bit unbalanced and you'd like my help even the score a bit?" "Please, if you can." "Oh I certainly can but it's not quite straightforward. For instance, I don't want to extol your virtues to some willing woman and then having her coming back to me complaining that you were a duff fuck. Quite apart from your endowment, from inadvertent hints dropped by Carol, I get the impression that you're a bit sexually inexperienced. It's not your fault because you married young, before you had chance to find out what makes women tick." I was offended. "I don't see how she can say that. We've done every sex thing we could think of at least once -- one time we even pissed all over each other in the bath." Jim shook his head. "You're talking sexual activities but I'm referring to erogenous zones, G spots and sexual psychology." "So you're refusing to help?" "Not at all. It's just that I can't recommend you to any female until you have better sexual skills but I can teach you all you need to know. If you want to bring Carol round one evening I'm willing to give you a kind of master-class." "I don't want to spend an evening watching you on top of Carol showing me how you can fuck her far better than I can," I said proudly. Actually I would have loved the opportunity to spy on them doing it but watching by invitation seemed a bit humiliating. "It won't be like that," he reassured me. "I can't say that there won't be need for some demonstration by me but this is all about you and you will be hands on from the start. Anyway, it will be mainly theory with you then trying out what you just learned." I returned home in a cheerful mood and decided with Carol that we would go round on the Friday (which would have been a non Jim Friday). When the day came he ushered us in, wearing a knee length brightly coloured silk Japanese style Kimono. I was expecting to chat first but he took us straight up to his bedroom where he ordered my wife and me to remove our clothes. Looking at the bed I couldn't help picturing Carol and Jim upon it on the evenings I had waited at home alone. I finished up completely naked but Carol retained a pair of silk French knickers I had never seen before. This made me realise there had been collusion between the pair that I was unaware of. My wife perched a little nervously on the bottom of the bed and Jim had arranged himself a small armchair set at a good viewing angle. "It's your show," Jim said to me, starting the tutorial. "I want you to spend the next half hour getting your wife aroused and in the mood for sex." I moved forward, eager to prove to him that my seductive abilities were not half as dire as he believed. "There's just one rule," he continued, "You are not allowed to kiss her lips or touch either her breasts or any part of her body covered by a garment." I came to a sudden halt. Jim had effectively ruled out my only three lines of attack. I tried desperately to remember anything else that had given Carol pleasure over the years but my mind remained blank. I had to do something, so while awaiting inspiration I began kissing my wife's shoulder and ineffectually stroking her back. Jim let me struggle for a few minutes before saying, "Erogenous zones, you've got no idea, have you?" Grateful for the interruption but rather ashamed, I admitted that I hadn't. "All of her feet, back of knees, fingers, wrist, inside of elbows, all round the neck, ear and navel," Jim enumerated ticking them off of his fingers, "All very sensitive and all available to you right now. I can get a woman more than ready just by massaging her feet, especially if I suck her toes. Sucking fingers is also good." He took a breath and went on, "Touch is also important, different types for different places. The best is moving one finger in small irregular circles but very very softly, rather like the brush of a butterfly's wing, this works almost everywhere. Your tongue is very useful. Use it lightly in little short flicks, again like a butterfly's wing. Try that now on the palm of your hand. A wet tongue in her ear or naval often works magic and a full bodied lick can be very effective anywhere but best to wait until she's already warmed up. At this point I moved forward to begin trying this out but Jim had one more gem of wisdom to impart. "I also like blowing with a thin cold jet of air, especially on nipples when they are already wet with my saliva but my favourite I call the 'hot flush'. To do this open your mouth wide, position your lips not quite touching and breath out a sudden hot gush of air from deep in your lungs. Try this on the crotch of her pants just before you slide them off." Having received permission to try again I tried to tentatively gain access to one of the mentioned zones but Jim interrupted impatiently, "You're in charge, just grab her and position her how you want. It's even OK to be a bit rough. From the beginning of time females have been taken, in early ages probably more often than not and women have been programmed by this. If a dry vagina is penetrated it can be painful even damaging so natures answer is for women to get wet quickly when faced with possible threat. That's why today, even in a perfectly safe situation women still get damp between their legs when they know a male predator is near." Over the next thirty minutes I put my new knowledge into operation and was left alone by Jim, apart from occasional advice on the sequence of different caresses. I thoroughly enjoyed the experience, Carol seemed to as well and by the end was possibly as aroused as I certainly was. My coup de grace was the hot flush, the execution of which provoked a gasp of pleasure and I picked that moment to slide the knickers clear. Then it was my turn to gasp. Carol had secretly emulated Leanne and I was gazing at the beautiful sight of her naked cunt, like a peach with unmistakable signs of moisture down the slit. I took a deep breath and was about to plunge my head eagerly forward when Jim called firmly, "You can hold it there. So far you only needed imagination but now I need to demonstrate specific techniques." As he spoke Jim stood, shrugging off his kimono. At last my curiosity as satisfied as his famous cock was revealed. It was very stiff and certainly substantial with the circumference more impressive than the length. His foreskin was fully retracted revealing a large helmet that was dark red almost purple in colour and with the skin stretched so tight that had a kind of sheen. For the first time I understood the powerful attraction that drew Carol to him time after time. It was the hardest thing I've ever done and I still don't know why I yielded so readily to Jim's authority but I slowly stood up and stepped back, effectively handing my wife over to him. He placed her with her bum near the edge of the bed and her legs hanging over the edge then knelt down between them. Glancing towards me he explained, "You are going to be eating her like a melon. This will probably be for quite a time so you need to set it up to minimise fatigue. Her shoulders should be flat on the bed or resting on a pillow, put her legs over your shoulder with a thigh on each side of your head then raise her buttocks with your hands, gaining support through your elbows from the bed." As he spoke, I watched him follow his words with actions. I thought at that time that, having shown the method, he would give her back but he carried straight on with instruction on oral technique, illustrating every point. "Having finally reached this point you will want to plunge straight in to the main meal but that's the last thing to do," Jim continued. "Instead you should attend to the very tops of her thighs with the little tongue flicks and occasional big lick. After a while you switch to the skin down the sides of her vulva. Keep pretending you are about to do what she expects but then move away again until she is desperate to feel your lips on her clit and your tongue tasting her inner depths. At this point she will start involuntarily trying to jerk her pussy towards your mouth and you know she's ready. You may try to tease for a bit longer but it can be counter productive." Carol had started twitching on cue and Jim moved his head forward, tongue extended, to savour the supreme pleasure that was so nearly mine. After providing the oral orgasm, Jim extended his ministrations for some minutes of undoubted enjoyment for himself but little educational value for me. Eventually he got up until he was on his knees, still between her spread thighs. I realised that he intended to carry on and fuck her and this caused me a big thrill of anticipation because, despite my earlier protestations to the contrary, I badly wanted to watch them 'doing it', if only to see how near the mark my many imaginings had been. Glancing at me again, Jim said, "At this point, if you've done your job right so far, she should be very eager for penetration but there is no need to hurry. Tease her some more. Tap her clit with your shaft, rub your helmet down her crack but don't put it in. Let the hunger build. Make her suffer, treat her mean, keep her keen. This is the only brief moment in life when men are truly in charge, when she wants you more than you want her, so make the most of it." He was demonstrating as he spoke and I'm convinced that my wife's reactions were genuine and not faked to illustrate the truth of his words. When the moment arrives I am able to just stick my cock in without a thought but, despite Carol's state of arousal, I noted how slowly Jim pushed in, allowing her to adjust to his girth. He kept thrusting for five minutes until it was going in easily and she had enjoyed an orgasm then Jim paused, looked over at me and said, "The missionary. Despite its vanilla reputation this is the position that most people like to start and many prefer to end this way as well. It has many advantages but you may like Doggie better. On this and subsequent positions, Jim only had to say the name for Carol to scramble into the required posture, almost as if this were a well practiced routine. After providing another five minute example, Jim said, "'Doggie style' everybody's favourite. Good for penetration and fast fucking. It is the best fun fuck position, having potential for rough sex with arse slapping and those gorgeous hanging tits are perfect for keeping your hands occupied." After the next one which had my wife's ankles behind his ears, Jim's comment was "Maximum penetration and good for power fucking but can be very tiring." His concluding position 'side by side, (face to face or spooned)', was described as 'the exact opposite, poor penetration and difficult for speed but very relaxed. The only snag being that shorter guys may find they keep slipping out." I hoped the demonstration was over but he got back into missionary again and with a big grin told me, "The hard work is over so it's time to claim the reward, she will still get a lot of enjoyment but from now on you are allowed to be selfish, with your pleasure the only priority." Now here is a confession, I had been so looking forward to taking my turn that I reacted badly when I realised that it was to be further delayed. Ever since Carol had started to go across to Jim's house my dearest wish was to see them together but now that I had my first opportunity, feeling that I had been cheated, I petulantly stared fixedly away from where they lay. It was only when a particularly loud moan from my wife attracted my attention that I realised that they were completely unaware of me and that my display of pique was sheer foolishness. Those demonstrated positions were purely artificial and meant nothing but this was real. I knew that I was seeing exactly how they fucked when I wasn't there and suddenly I everything fell into perspective. Jim gave her a series of orgasms but I was most impressed when they lay apparently unmoving for two minutes but with Carol making a constant whimpering sound. My first thought was that she was in pain, the second that she was suffering some emotional distress but then I realised that she was simply reacting to the pleasure of having his huge cock embedded deeply inside her. It was shortly after that when Jim sprang back into action and rapidly built up to a crescendo of thrusts before flopping down upon my wife's body to lie immobile for a full minute. Then rolling to her side he lay with his head cocked and supported by his bent arm. "It's all yours Squire," he said, "I want you to repeat everything that I did and in the same sequence." I had not realised quite how worked up I had become until that moment so with my cock feeling ready to burst I rushed forward, quickly got Carol's legs over my shoulders urgently raised her loins as instructed. Then I froze in horror and revulsion because before my eyes, what before had been a pristine, perfect, oyster of delight nestling between her thighs was now a gaping red rimmed hole filled with silver grey mucus that seemed on the point of oozing out. "Don't say you're going to go all squeamish on me," Jim said contemptuously. "Yes it's dirty, its raw but dirty raw sex is the best kind and you'll never reach that higher sexual mental plateau if you don't realise that. If you only want to politely hump then stop now but if you want to rut, copulate, fornicate, fuck, I mean fuck in the true meaning of the word then you know what you have to do. You say that you love your Carol, well give her the highest sign of devotion that it's possible for a man to give his wife and I promise that she will have the biggest orgasm of her life." Goaded by his words I thrust my mouth forward. The taste was far less unpleasant than expected but I only realised that in retrospect because the moment my lips made contact I seemed afflicted by a fever of the brain and was gripped in a feeding frenzy in the midst of which I was aware that I could hear a continuous high pitched moan and that Carol's body was violently trembling all over. I don't know how long it went on but at one point I realised that my head was locked in place by her ankles locked round the back of my neck. Eventually her tremors subsided and I rejoined reality, to the devastating realisation that at some point I must have ejaculated. I just sagged in despair and think was close to tears. Jim must have quickly guessed what was wrong because the next moment his mouth was at my ear speaking quickly but firmly, "It happens, it's even happened to me but you can get though it, whatever you do just keep on licking. Realise that it's all in the mind. You need to create a powerful mental image. Think of Carol's cunt as a temple. You are the chief worshipper; the high priest and every day are required to make your devotions. But over time, when at devotion, on many occasions you will come across the offerings donated by other male worshippers and a new duty will fall upon you, that of keeping the temple pure." It was as if he had uttered a magic incantation because instantly I had a raging erection. I urgently got up and thrust home in case my amazing return to potency proved only transitory but my freedom of movement was immediately restricted by Carol pulling my head down to hers, smothering my face in kisses and whispering, "I love you, I love you, I love you so very much." Next moment I heard Jim's face in my ear saying, "You can skip the different positions because you have already passed with flying colours. I'm going to leave you two alone to enjoy this special moment. Stay as long as you like, all night if you want to." The sex which followed was beyond wonderful, at times having an almost surreal quality. Eventually we fell asleep satiated and contented. We woke just after 2 a.m., quietly let ourselves out of the house and returned to our own bed where we spent the rest of the night clasped tightly in each others arms. When Carol returned from her next official date with Jim, I was waiting anxiously and was pleased when she went straight up to bed without using the shower. On joining her, I immediately plunged my head between her legs, hoping to relive that previous weeks high but it was a big disappointment. I could smell him on her and there were traces of semen but the time delay and walk between the houses had made a vast difference. Now I seem to jump the narrative from encounter to encounter involving Jim but life went on between. In many ways most things remained the same but there was greater incidence of lovemaking and we talked about sex a lot more. One day Carol suddenly announced, "I do love to fuck. I wish now that I had gone with some of those rich guys while we were at sea. I reckon I missed out on a whole lot of fun and I could have had a jewellery box crammed with expensive stuff." I had long believed that she and Jim found opportunity for secret shags during the day while I was at school and suspect that that was one of those days. A few times I tried to catch her out by ringing home on some pretext when my spare periods coincided with some of her pupil free time. Three times she picked up but two remained unanswered. I didn't query her absences because I didn't want Carol to think I was checking up on her. On party night, for the first time I watched Carol leave for a night away from me with my excitement and anticipation greatly outweighing adverse feelings and I believe that the angst that did remain was due to frustration that I could not watch rather than jealousy. It came as a bit of a shock to realise that it had taken only fourteen short weeks since my wife first tentatively shared our neighbour's bed to reach where we were now. I spent the early evening viewing internet porn then later lay in bed mentally projecting my wife into the situations I had viewed. The combination allowed me to spend the night pleasantly in dream filled slumber. Carol walked in just before ten Saturday morning. She gave me a very loving kiss and said, "I've had such a fantastically wonderful time you'll hardly believe it. Jim took me to a completely different place; it looked like some kind of stately home. Once inside I had to completely undress and put on some sparkly very high heeled sandals. There was also a gold ankle bracelet for me to wear and a filmy cloak in several layers made of a completely transparent very fine net like material so that when I walked I seemed surrounded by a floating gossamer cloud. Jim kept his clothes on." "Who else was there?" I asked unable to contain my curiosity. "Lots of people but they were all men with no females at all except me. We walked through a series of interconnecting rooms. They all had a big screen on the wall but no furniture and in each there were several naked men standing about watching the film. By the end I saw loads of cocks of all sizes and shapes. Most were fairly limp when we walked in and it was flattering how many stiffened up when they saw me." Life Ashore "What were the screens showing?" "I'm getting to that. We stopped to watch twice for about twenty minutes each time. The first was a gang-bang of a girl with six young blokes and the second was another gang-bang but showing a blonde with large tits getting fucked by half a dozen big black men. I asked Jim what all the men standing around were there for. He said some were hoping to be picked, some were there to watch the films and possibly some live action, and the others were husbands waiting for their wives to come back to them. I then asked Jim if I was going to be watched, and at the time, I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed when he told me I wouldn't. I was convinced that I was going to be in a gang-bang and although it was an exciting thought I worried if I could handle that many. I also didn't know if I would be choosing the men who would be fucking me or if they had already been selected." "Which was it?" I urged. By this time my brain was racing in overdrive. "None. We came to an end room with only one guy in it. He was tall and young and at first glance I thought how perfect he would be for a screen Tarzan. Then I looked further down and almost stopped breathing when I saw his cock. It was limp but looked like an enormous fat sausage hanging down between his thighs, almost to his knees. It didn't stay limp for long and then it was incredible. I used to think that Jim's cock was huge but this one made his seem tiny." Carol smiled. "Until last night I think I was a bit in love with Jim's cock." My wife paused to kiss me; I think partly to counter her use of the 'love' word but mainly because she had reached the crux of her tale. "Jim just said 'Enjoy' then disappeared and I didn't see him again for hours," she went on. I walked over to my new lover and, giving me a lovely smile, he took my hand and led me into a rather small bedroom. There was a very large bed against the far wall but that wall was all a big mirror. There was another great mirror on the ceiling immediately overhead so the whole time I was able to see what was happening to me from two different angles. Now I know you're going to be disappointed but there is not much more I can tell you because from then on I was out of my mind with pleasure. I know we did lots of different stuff but it's all mixed up in my head. Towards the end I fell into an exhausted sleep until Jim came to collect me and take me back to my clothes." Carol leaned forward and took my hand before telling me, "The bad news is that you won't be able to touch me except perhaps very gently with your tongue because I'm so terribly sore and tender but the good news is that Jim wants to see you at nine tonight. I think that the next time he takes me to be well shafted you'll have a girlfriend of your own to poke. It means you won't have to spend all the time wondering what I'm doing." That evening I went alone to see Jim. After ensuring I was seated comfortably with a drink in hand he announced, "You will be pleased to hear that I have managed to find a lady friend for you but, before telling you about her, I have to ask if you really want to do this. Open marriages can work with both spouses active, especially when they have equal opportunity to find other partners. They can each go off doing their own thing and swapping details later. Unfortunately there is a tendency over time for them to lose closeness and eventually drift apart. However, when one of a married pair is far more promiscuous it seems that the most successful outcome is for the other to remain monogamous. When the non active partner can devotedly support and derive their sexual pleasure from the activities of the other then both enjoy far greater intensity and a more stable relationship." "I suppose it's always the wives who are the promiscuous ones," I guessed. Generally yes but there are some male pop stars and womanizing husbands where it is the other way but the latter usually cheat without the knowledge of their wives. Anyway, now I've delivered the commercial I can tell you that I have found four females willing to give you a roll in the hay and you can pick which one you fancy most," Jim told me. "But first I should mention that with her figure and looks Carol falls in the top ten percent of females, and her freshness and talent narrows that even more. What I'm saying is that with any woman I can get for you the experience will almost certainly be inferior to those you enjoy with your wife." With that he handed me four glossy colour photographs each showing a naked female posing invitingly for the camera. Two of the women were very similar, aged mid to late thirties with artificially blonde hair, slim bodies and possibly silicone enhanced breasts. Both were shaved and had genital rings, one had a pierced tongue and both had at least one tattoo. Next came a far younger pretty girl with large but somewhat sagging breasts and rather heavy thighs. The last picture was of a black girl. She had by far the best figure of the quartet but her face was a bit on the plain side and she had a thick bush of pubic hair. "Your best bet is Trixie," Jim said, pointing at the third photo. She's twenty-three and likes a lot of sex but her husband is in Iraq so what can you expect. She's relatively inexperienced and I know she'll give you a good time. But don't tell me straight away because I've got something else for you to look at." Jim pointed to his large screen TV. "It was taken last night and shows Carol with her latest admirer and you are going to see about twenty minutes of her enjoying herself. The whole film lasts over two hours but I think this is the best part. I wasn't there watching and this was taken with a fixed camera. Before it starts I've got to tell you about this guy James because he totally outclasses me. This proves that I don't act from selfish motives because otherwise self interest would have ensured that I kept Carol well away from him. You won't believe the size of his dong and he's only twenty-two. For obvious reasons he's been sexually active from a very early age and has accumulated a massive amount of sexual experience." The screen lit up showing a frozen scene. The angle was from the bottom of the bed showing a muscular male lying on his back with her straddling his groin. I couldn't see either her face or breasts but it was unmistakably Carol with that narrow waist, swelling hips and the perfect rounded globes of her buttocks. I realised that the action was already in progress because his cock was already deeply embedded inside her and I was shocked at how much she had to stretch to accommodate him. Her body slowly rose exposing more and more of his shaft and I expected his cock to fall clear at any moment but when she had pushed up to the full extent of her legs, the head and more of his cock was still inside her cunt. Then she moved down again to that starting position but when I thought she must already be filled beyond capacity, she squirmed and pressed even down further, right to his root, trying to get every fraction of his cock inside her. And so it went on, up and down, up and down, with her doing all the work, getting faster and faster until she was going frantic, riding as if her life depended upon it. How I regretted the absence of sound. Even from the back I could tell that her whole being was centred on the rigid column inside her. At one point I thought that he had cum because white stuff began accumulating on his balls but then I realised that it was her passion induced internal lubrication that was causing the ring of foam around his shaft. Suddenly, energy depleted she flopped down on him but this inspired him to take over, thrusting up into her with rapid powerful strokes. She rested for several minutes but then started moving again and from then on they fucked each other but at a slightly slower pace. Seeing their magnificent synchronised bodies moving in it unison, it looked so natural, so perfect. It was beautiful, almost poetic. I suddenly realised that this was how it was meant to be. Both she and he were made for sex where in comparison I patently was not, so how could I possibly feel resentment or jealousy about something that was destined to remain outside my experience. The TV went off and Jim immediately pointed back at the photographs asking if I had given them due consideration and managed to come to a decision. From the moment it first lit up, my eyes had never left the TV screen so I unenthusiastically handed him the picture of Trixie. "Good choice, next time I take Carol to a party I'll arrange for you to spend the night with Trixie." Jim paused and then said slowly, "In a way that's a pity because a quite different opportunity was available to you that same night." "Opportunity?" My mind was thoroughly confused, with images of Carol mixed up with pictures of the four females offered to me." "As it happens Carol will be with James again next month and it had been possible for you to be right there watching," Jim said, looking intently at my face. "The wall down one side of the bed is all mirrored but it is two-way so you could have been watching from the other side, close enough to touch if it wasn't for the glass." I felt total panic. "Why the hell didn't you tell me that first? Is it too late for me to change my mind? Jim grinned. "That should be possible but first I had better tell you the whole deal in case you decide to change back. When they have finished, the moment he leaves her, you will be able to go in to your wife. The down side is that you are not allowed to fuck her. This place has strict rules about that so from the time you enter their premises, you will be required to wear some kind of chastity belt. How do you feel about that?" "I still want to watch," I said categorically. "You do realise that if you reject all those four women I won't ever seek out sex partners for you again?" Time seemed to stand still. I suddenly realised that this single decision would affect the whole of my future married life. It didn't matter. "Please let me watch her," I said.