48 comments/ 33429 views/ 9 favorites Losing My Wife By: acup Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style. This one is for all those that thought I took to many centuries to get my two previous stories submitted. I almost kept it to one page even... almost. That and a bad case of writers block... LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters active are of the age of consent. Copyright (c) 2015 by Acup Losing my wife... The sun is just falling on her face, that lovely little smile I remember so well. Hands crossed on her chest just below her delicious tits, her ruffle collar and front button shirt with ruffles down the front. I got misty eyed looking at her, wanting to reach out and cuddle with her again. Take those magnificent tits in my hand and roll her nipple, feeling it harden as I do. Or to wake with her spooning in front of me naked, whispering dirty words in her ear in her sleep. Feel her getting wet against my cock until I could slip into her and wake her with a good hard morning fuck. But those days are no more... Stacy and I met in college, in the half and half dorms. One wing guys, the other wing girls. Not that I really remember much from the first time we met. You see I had just asked my first love to marry me in front of her parents at Thanksgiving dinner... and she said no. Soooooo, I was kicked back in the common room with my roommates' bottle of rum and a six pack of coke... I started out with coke and a bit of rum, I seemed to have migrated to mixing them the other way around. Good way to get kicked out of the dorm with having the liquor, but who the fuck cared after that shocker... I laid back on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table, head back and zoned out not really listening to the TV drone on, commiserating my future, or the lack of. I heard feet moving toward the fridge, I looked to see a most lovely pair of legs coming out from an old sweat shirt. So I did what my bright and clear mind told me to do... I took a deep breath and whistled at those legs. She jumped and screamed in surprise, turning as she did. "ASSHOLE!" "YUP!" I hollered back raising my glass, then downing the last of it, watching her scurry over toward me, obviously braless from the way she moved under that sweat shirt. "You're drunk." "You're gorgeous," leaning forward to mix another drink, then leaning down further and tried to look up her sweatshirt barely covering her crotch. She pulled down on the hem of the sweat shirt, making it pull tight across her tits letting her nipples stand out nicely. I just looked up at them instead and smiled. "Deb is going to kill you, trying to get into another girls panties..." I took another swig and then raised my hand wiggling my pinkie finger, the little band I had planned on giving Deb on the end almost like a thimble. "Nope, she gave up that right." I began taking a more serious look at her thighs, wondering how far I could get my hand before getting if chopped off. "Besides, I don't think you're wearing any..." grinning up at her. Stacy rolled her eyes, "you're... you're... INCORRIAGEBLE!" "Probably... gimmie a kiss anyway." Stacy groaned and then stomped towards the door. "Hey Steve!" I sat up enough to look over the back of the couch to see her grinning and standing by the girls' elevator. She turned her back to me and lifted the back of her sweat shirt flashing her nice ass and pink thong as the elevator door closed. I raised a drink to myself, pretty bad when the highlight of my day was a flash of thong... but it was a nice butt. I was drunk enough to think that was actually funny. Somewhere in the next few drinks I guess I passed out. I woke the next morning laid out on the couch, a blanket over me. The coke still there, but my bottle of rum was gone. Did I finish it, did some one take it, or did the house monitor find it? My luck would be the later the way things had been going. I managed to stumble up to my room before my head split open. Sitting on my dresser was a bottle of aspirin, a glass of water... and the bottle of rum with a pink thong around the neck. I took my aspirin and then the thong in hand and crashed on the bed holding that aromatic scrap of cloth to my nose. Wonderful dreams of where the thong had been... * * * * * * * * I was stretched out on my bed Saturday trying to watch something on my little black and white TV, nudging the rabbit ears every so often. The place was practically deserted after the Thanksgiving holiday, but I wasn't in the mood to sit in the common room to explain why I wasn't out with my fiancé even if it had a decent TV. I had just sat back from nudging the rabbit ears for the umpteenth time when Stacy stormed in, "WHERE'S THAT FUCKING RUM?" bending over to search through my drawers, that short dress riding up nicely on her ass and putting her thighs on display. Stacy looked over her shoulder seeing me looking at her ass, "Keep looking, where's the rum?" I pointed to my roommates' dresser, "bottom drawer." Stacy stomped over, yanked the drawer out hard enough to pull it out completely, grabbed the bottle and took a healthy swig... straight. Her eyes watered, she coughed and pounded her chest, then almost dropped the bottle and collapsed to the floor crying. I managed to rescue the bottle and get her up enough to sit on the edge of the bed, her tears soaking my t-shirt. In between sobs I found out she had arrived early to pick up her boyfriend to take him to meet her parents, and found him bending some girl over his desk fucking the hell out of her. I did manage to settle her down a bit, then mixed a rum and coke that was at least more coke than rum. For the next few hours Stacy cried, and drank, and drank and cried, with Stacy berating the male of the species in general, and her FORMER boyfriend specifically while I held her tight and stole a few glances down her dress at some nice pink lace. Stacy got to her feet, putting her arms up and twirling, almost falling down. "Am I that ugly?" "Huh?" "You've been groping and grabbing and ogling since I got here but haven't tried anything. Am I that ugly?" with that she reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress and peeled it up and off, tossing it at me and grinning while doing her best to stay standing. Stacy put her hands up behind her head and did another slow turn, stopping with her knee kicked out. I looked at her practically naked body. Her slim legs and thighs, her pussy barely covered by a thin pink lace thong clinging to her pussy lips and letting her landing strip show nicely. Her belly, not exactly flat, but not a pooch either, just a nice womanly figure. Her nice tits, probably a C cup, being showcased in a matching pink lace bra pushing her up and out while letting her dark nipples show through and stand out begging to be played with. Her necklace hanging down in some nice cleavage hanging around a slim neck, her smiling at me looking at her, "Well?" I smiled back at her, "Can I get that kiss now?" Stacy's mouth dropped open, then grinned and did her best half drunken slutty walk over to me, leaned over bending at the waist to let her chest hang in front of me, put her hands on my shoulders, and pulled me forward enough to give me a kiss. That first kiss felt like I had never been kissed before. Most of the girls I had dated accepted being kissed, and a few on the opposite end of the spectrum had kissed like they were trying to eat me. But the kiss from Stacy... Our lips met so softly, then she pulled back a bit and licked her lips before pulling back in and kissing me again, turning her head to hold it, her tongue just darting out a bit. I opened my lips a little, but Stacy didn't force her tongue in, merely probing. I let my tongue out enough to meet hers, each exploring the other, feeling her breathing quicken as I put my hands on her waist holding her soft skin as if for the first time. Stacy stood back up biting her lips, then looked down at my cock trying to break free of my sweats. Stacy took the last step to the bed, reached down and gripped my cock through my sweats and shifted me up to my belly as she straddled my lap and trapped me between us. "Maybe you do like me..." as she plastered herself against me humping her mound against my hard cock. This kiss was a bit more serious, but not forced, more exploring. I let my hands roam as we kissed, up her back and down to her waist, around her sides and then down to cup her butt. That got me a little groan into the kiss and Stacy pulling herself tighter against me. Stacy broke the kiss and reached down to lift my shirt, stopping with my hands and arms above my head to kiss me again, finding it amusing watching me try to get my arms free. Once I had my arms out, she leaned back a bit and reached for her bra clasp between the cups. I put my hands on hers to stop her. "Stacy, you're beautiful, but are you sure you want to do this?" She looked at me for a few seconds, then pulled her hands and mine from her chest. "You're right, I don't want to do this," then she shifted our hands around and brought my hands to her bra, using my hands to squeeze her own tits. "I want you to do this," then arched her back closing her eyes and grinning practically putting her tits in my face. I kept massaging and squeezing, nibbling on her cleavage as my fingers worked the clasp, popping it open and then leaving her bra still cupping her tits. I nosed one cup aside as I nibbled my way to her nipple, Stacy wrapping her hands around my head when I took it between my lips. Nibbling and sucking, feeling it harden between my lips. Kissing back across her cleavage to the other before leaning back to look at her cupping her tits with my hands. Stacy grinned and pushed me back rolling at the same time so we wound up with her on her back and me still between her legs. She looked at me and nodded nudging me against her crotch with her legs still around me. I leaned in and kissed her nose. I kissed her cheek, I kissed her lips, I kissed her lips AGAIN. I started a trail of kisses, going from one tit and nipple, across her cleavage to the other, then down her belly to the top of that pink thong. Her aroma was almost overpowering my will, struggling to not rip them off. I rubbed my chin against her wet thong inhaling her scent and looking her in the eye, then leaned forward on my elbows to catch the waist of her thong in my fingers. Stacy looked at me, then put her feet on the bed to lift her butt. I got the thong out from under her, then she put her legs together in the air to finish taking them off herself. I heard her sigh, then spread her knees putting her feet down on either side of me. There she was, naked and spread before me her hard brown nipples rising and falling with her breathing, her wet glistening pussy just barely starting to spread, the aroma now more than taken control of my brain. I stuck my tongue out and slowly ran it up, separating her lips and tasting the most delicious flavor in the world... horny woman. I know she screeched and jumped a little, I know I kept right on going enjoying the feast spread before me. Opening her with my thumbs to let my tongue delve deeper into her, suckling her inner lips and working up towards her clit. Later in life I would bring her to orgasm several times before taking her, but that night, that first time, all I could think about was being in her. I tore myself away from her, still licking her juices from my lips and began working my sweats down past my hips, Stacy giggling at my motions and barely being able to accomplish it without falling over. I leaned back over her, taking my weight on one hand and gripping her hand with my other. I shifted forward enough that I was on the verge of entering her and put her hand on my cock, her delicate hand on my ACHING cock. Stacy held me a bit, gripping and squeezing a bit, then working the head of my cock up and down between her wet lips before nudging me closer while rotating her hips up to me. The head of my cock was between her lips. I slid slowly into her, and continued laying down on top of her, feeling her hard nipples being pressed into my chest as she took my weight on her, holding her face in my hands as she wrapped her arms around me for a long deep kiss. I could lie to you and tell you I wanted to just hold and kiss her, but the truth was I was in heaven inside of her and if I had moved I would have popped and flooded her right then and there. I could feel the ripples in her pussy and my little brain took over. I worked back up to hands and knees and slid from her, the head of my cock just separating her lips, then in again but not as slowly. I held out as long as I could, but a few strokes later I was pounding and emptying my cock into her, shot after shot. I was just about expended when Stacy clamped her legs around me and began cumming under me. I kept going enough to let her finish before collapsing and then rolling off of her, both of us panting to catch our breath. I did manage to roll out enough to grab a towel from the chair and hand it to her, I wiped down with my t-shirt and crawled back in to bed with her spooning in front of me as I pulled the covers over us... We almost got caught the next morning, and it was several weeks before we had sex again, this time much slower with Stacy taking the initiative. By spring we were unofficially a couple, and for the most part the monitors left us alone. The following year Stacy came to my parents for Thanksgiving and I went to hers for Christmas. That spring we moved out of the dorms and into a small apartment. Now it wasn't all perfume and roses, we both had some trust issues. On my part, I had to quit assuming it would be okay to head out with the boys for an evening at the bar, and we almost came to blows over that a few times. With Stacy it was lies of omission. Like a lot of women she didn't equate NOT telling me something with lying to me. Telling me we needed to run into town for bread and milk and then also making three stops to shop for shoes didn't go over to well, neither did telling me she didn't feel like cooking and 'let's head down to O'Malleys...' and her friends being glad she could make it got us into a huge fight when we got home. It gave me a real puppy dog feeling, like being jerked around on a chain. The one that nearly ended us was the summer between our third and fourth year. I was headed over to a friend's house to help him install a new garage door. 'Hey honey, don't work too late, I'm making your favorite stroganoff tonight.' The part she neglected to mention was, 'oh and I invited mom and dad over for supper too.' We got the new door installed, and I headed home looking forward to a nice evening with Stacy. I was a bit surprised to see my futures, and was about to go take a shower when her mother said, "it sure was nice of you guys to invite us over Steve, it's been a while since we've seen you kids." I took my shower, put on clean clothes, walked right out the front door and went camping for a week since I hadn't had the chance to get all the camping gear out of the Jeep from our last trip, Stacy got the hint. We had a few minor relapses along the way, but we worked through it. We both graduated, and kept right on fucking like bunnies. Stacy got a job at a graphics company, and I put my engineering degree to work doing landscaping. You know, shoveling mulch and planting trees. It wasn't much, but it was what I could find. And life plodded on. I started taking on handyman jobs to help make ends meet, and over the next three years the handyman gig became a full time job, enough so that Stacy quit her job and became a stay at home mom... times two. We still had our morning romps. With my home office and Stacy managing the calls and books we could set our own hours, and it wasn't uncommon for a customer to call in the evening or a little before business hours. That didn't stop us though. More than once I was behind Stacy fucking her hard when the phone would ring, I would slow down so she could answer while I was giving her a teasingly slow fuck. Other times she would hand the phone to me and roll us over to ride me. Blow jobs and pussy eating while the other was on the phone were fair game as well. My favorite was coming in while she was on the phone and snaking my hand down her shirt to roll and play with her nipples. That usually ended with a bend me over my desk and FUCK ME lunch! Before the kids it wouldn't be unusual for us to head down to the beach and for Stacy to untie the neck string on her bikini to eliminate tan lines, then absently scratch her tit in her 'sleep' to let it all hang out. Of course that necessitated a trip to the changing rooms to bend her over and release some stress. Road trips were loose clothes to reach in and play. Sometimes with nothing on underneath, other times Stacy would be in stockings and full corset, letting my fingers roam all over her, playing and scratching at the material over her nipples and shaved pussy until she was so worked up I would have to pull over and bend her over the hood on the exit ramp. Things did slow down a bit as the kids got older, but during school days a lunch time stop was quite welcome and the two weeks the kids spent with grandparents were awesome. There was a few times of my work getting in the way of our social calendar, and every once in a while Stacy would start to fall back into her not telling me everything. But except for one or two blow ups we did pretty good. About a year after the kids went off to college it was like we were back courting again. Holding hands and kissing and groping when we could get away with it, and once in a while when we couldn't. Teasing and playing in the car was an absolute must. I can't count how many orgasms we brought each other to while cruising down the road. Many a trucker was treated to the view of my post orgasmic wife laid out on the passenger seat. Sometimes she even waived when they honked at the view of her bare chest or spread legs. I got Stacy dressing in more revealing clothes again, short dresses, low necklines, thin tops. She didn't feel she could go braless or bikini anymore, but I did still get her to wear half cups and the like fairly often. Pulling her top open to nibble on her nipple, and a hand up her skirt to play with her clit, even kneeling down and putting my head under there to lick her seemed to motivate her fairly nicely. I even got her to use the topless deck a few times when we took a cruse! Things were going well, the kids were doing well, and we were going to be grandparents when things got a bit haywire with Stacy. She started getting a bit moody, cranking the AC up to refrigerator one day, and opening the windows when it was one hundred degrees outside the next. One evening she was waiting inside the door bent over the couch with her dripping pussy waiting to be filled, a few days later she didn't want to be touched. Stacy finally made a doctors appointment after a fight about her making up her mind what she wanted. The doctor, female of course, ran some tests and it was confirmed. I sat there stunned, Stacy was only fifty seven. We had just begun to begin living our life without the kids. We were planning a second honeymoon and childhood all rolled up into one. I did some research on line, but most of the treatment discussions were between Stacy and her doctor, and her doctor wouldn't answer my questions except in general terms. Then came 'the announcement', Stacy, with the support of her naturalist doctor, had decided not to use any of the treatments. Mother Nature was going to take her course and that was final. I was in a daze for days after, going over the possibilities in my mind. But what was I going to do, hold a gun to her head, force her medication down her throat? Losing My Wife Ch. 01 My wife Sonia was begging my two buddies to convince me that I should allow her to come with us on our annual week long inter-island fishing trip in Rarotonga. She had been at me constantly for the last month and now she had resorted to co-opting my friends onto her side. Sonia had just turned 28 and was a stunning 5'7", 110 lb. brunette although in her opinion her butt was too big and so were her 36D breasts. She said it just wasn't fair that she always got left behind while the boys got to have a good time together. Tony and Kurt (my two closest friends) were laughing and telling my wife that I was too much of a stubborn prick for them to change my mind. They told her to ask me later that night once I was too drunk to say no, but they said that they had a condition for helping her convince me. My wife asked what it was and they said that she had to match them drink for drink. Two hours later my wife was more intoxicated than she'd ever been in her life. We were teasing her about being a girl and not able to hold her liquor. She smirked and said she knew exactly how to hold her licker… By The Ears! Sonia stood up and excused herself as she stumbled to the bathroom. As soon as she'd gone Kurt pulled out a little bottle of clear liquid and tipped a little into my wife's drink. I asked him what it was and he just grinned and told me to watch and see how my wife reacted after drinking it. I frowned and told him he'd better tell me what it would do or I was going to knock him out. He laughed and then proceeded to tell me that she would get so high that she'd do whatever we told her to do. I told him he was full of shit, that there was no such drug that could produce that kind of state. He told me to wait and see for myself. Tony winked at me and told me that he had seen Kurt use it at nightclubs and that it definitely worked well. Sonia came back and reaching for her glass, drank the whole lot in one gulp. 20 minutes later her speech became slurred and she was giggling like a little school girl at whatever we said as if it was the funniest thing in the world. Kurt leaned forward and asked loud and clear, "Sonia, what is one of the kinkiest things you have ever done?" My wife giggled and blushed and then told us that she'd let a total stranger raise her mini-skirt, reach into her panties and finger fuck her pussy while she was at a concert. I was stunned, my "innocent as the driven snow" wife, who constantly whined about having to "have sex" with me, had let a total stranger play with her cunt. "What concert did this happen at?" I asked in disbelief. My wife giggled again as she told me it was only 8 months ago, at the Red Hot Chilli Peppers concert. Tony asked if anything else happened there. My wife then went into the lurid detail of getting on her knees and slurping on this strangers 7 inch cock until he blew a load of cum down her throat. I was still too stunned to say anything and then she said something that made me slump in my seat. Sonia smiled sweetly at me as she told us how, as she was swallowing the last of the sperm in her throat, some guy grabbed her from behind. He pushed her down on all fours, tore the crotch of her panties apart and then roughly slid his rather large cock into her very wet slit. Then the guy who'd just emptied his balls in her mouth prodded another guy who was beside him and moved aside as the guy shifted in front of my wife and unzipped. Finally my wife finished the story by telling us that the stranger in her pussy blasted a huge load deep inside her. This had her worried about becoming pregnant because she had forgotten her pill that morning, but fortunately she got her period a few days later. She added that the guy who'd unzipped pulled out of her mouth and shot cum up her nose and all through her hair as he jerked himself off on her face. I was still speechless as Kurt asked her if she'd enjoyed it and if she would do it again. Sonia just said 3 words before asking someone to refill her glass, "YES and YES!" I finally managed to ask how big the cock was that fucked her cunt. She said she didn't know exactly but that it had been very thick and so long that she didn't think the guy had been able to get it all inside her. I smiled and said I would have liked to have seen that first hand. She giggled and told me that she would love to oblige me IF I let her come fishing. I winked at her and said I'd consider it if she showed me how kinky she could really be! Sonia licked her lips and then asked if I would mind if it wasn't strangers that fucked her but some very close friends. I glanced at Tony and Kurt and shook my head. "No, I don't mind at all and I'm damn sure that my CLOSE friends won't mind either!" I laughed as I said this. My wife quickly got to her feet. She raised her knee-length skirt slowly as she rotated her hips and done a slow teasing dance, allowing us a peak at her black lace panties occasionally. Kurt reached his hand out and held it palm up obviously beckoning Sonia to come and let him feel her in some inappropriate way. My wife sauntered over slowly and turning her back toward Kurt, spread her legs and backed up onto his outstretched hand. Kurt wasted no time beneath my wife's skirt, he had my wife squealing and giggling immediately as she swayed to and fro on his busy fingers. Sonia smiled at me as she pulled her skirt right up allowing Tony and I to see Kurt's hand inside her panties. My wife pulled away and we got to see Kurt's glistening fingers as she slid her skirt off and then pulled her blouse open before unclipping her bra and freeing her creamy white tits. There she was in all her glory, blouse wide open and see-through black lace panties on. Sonia pointed her firm round ass at us and bent forward, she then reached behind her and pulled her panties to the side. Her smoothly waxed cunt glistened with moisture and her cuntlips were protruding, large and puffy. Sonia turned and looked me directly in the eye as she told us that she wanted to be treated like a slut. She told us we could do whatever we wanted to her in fact, the more perverse the better. She said that just for tonight she wanted to be used like a wanton whore and that we'd all better make the most of it while we could. Tony leapt up and dropped his pants to his ankles as he shuffled forward and slid his 6 inch cock straight into my wife's wet pussy. Kurt was next as he stripped completely naked and then stood in front of Sonia and grabbed her hair and started fucking his 7 inches down my wife's throat. Sonia was groaning loudly as my two best friends pounded her from both ends. I stood and stripped and started stroking my 7 inches as I watched the action. Tony grunted as he shot his seed into Sonia's cunt. Kurt pulled his cock out of my wife's mouth and swapped positions with Tony. Kurt slid his cock into Sonia's cum-filled hole as Tony thrust his cum-covered cock into my wife's mouth. It wasn't long before Kurt had blasted his load into Sonia's well-fucked pussy too. Tony was hard again and he looked around my house until he spotted what he wanted, our two ornamental candles on the mantle piece. He grabbed one of these and brought it over as Kurt moved aside for me to have a turn inside my cum-filled wife. The candle was carved wax with approximately a 3 inch diameter and about 9 inches long. My wife raised her eyebrows and smiled as she saw Tony approaching with the candle. I stopped just short of my wife's dripping cunt and decided that I wanted to see what Tony had planned for my slut wife. Sonia stood up and moved to the coffee table before lying back on it and spreading her legs wide and winked at Tony. Tony dropped to his knees between my wife's legs and started rubbing the pointed top of the candle against her drenched hole as he told her what a little slut she was. He started pushing the candle into my wife's pussy and told her he was gonna stretch her cunt and make her scream for more. Sonia just told him to do it, make her fuck the candle, to use her cunt any way he wished! Kurt grabbed one of my wife's legs and pulled it wider as Tony began shoving the candle in and out of her soppy pussy making my wife squeal with delight. I watched as my "best friend" slid a big piece of wax in and out of Sonia's lewdly stretched vagina. My wife yelped suddenly as Tony pushed the candle right in and held it there with enough force to slide Sonia along the table a few inches. "You fucking bastard Tony!" my wife shouted and then added, "Fuck my cunt hard with that huge thing! It hurts so good, make me a true slutty wench!" She reached down between her spread legs and started rubbing her swollen clit as an orgasm rippled through her body. Tony obliged her and fucked my wife's cum-drenched hole roughly with the candle. I pushed Tony out of the way and grabbed the candle that was partially stuck inside Sonia's cunt and began to thrust it in and out. I pulled it out and dropped it on the floor as I hurriedly replaced it with my throbbing cock. My wife was so loose it was like sliding inside pure silk. She wrapped her legs around me and told me to fuck her and fill her with hot sperm. Needless to say I didn't last long before my cum was joining that of my friends, deep inside my slut wife's sloppy hole. I pulled my spent cock from Sonia's used pussy and stood in front of her and told her to lick my cock clean. She sat up and proceeded to do what I'd demanded. Kurt, Tony and I sat down around the lounge as my wife sat there fingering her swollen clit and looking at each of us in turn. She said in a rather challenging manner, "Is that all you boys've got? That's the worst you can do?" then she laughed. "What a bunch of losers!" she added. Kurt stood up and grinned wickedly as he said, "Go get the cordless phone you sluttish bitch!" Losing My Wife Ch. 01 Things didn't look good. I'd lost my job a few months back due to the economy, and I was having the toughest time finding something else. My wife Jen didn't work (she's a stay at home mom with our two kids, a 6 year old boy and a 2 year old girl), and we'd been living on our savings. But those were about gone. About a month back Jen started looking for a job too. She got good grades in college, but she never worked (we got married right after college, and she got pregnant on our honeymoon). With the rough economy, nobody was hiring a 28 year old mom with 2 young kids and without any experience. "You should apply where I work," Sophie said as we sat around our kitchen table sipping wine and trying to figure out what to do. Sophie's was Jen's best friend, and she worked in one of the largest advertising firms in the city, Baxter Baxter and Morgan (everyone called it BBM). "Old man Morgan is looking for an executive assistant." "Do you think he'd hire me?" Jen said hopefully. She shrugged, looking a little defeated. "I mean, I was hoping for something more than being a secretary, but at this point I'll take anything." Sophie put her hand over Jen's. "Honey, you'd be an executive assistant, not a secretary. With Morgan there's a big difference. You'd have a lot of responsibility, and I hear the pay is really good." Jen and I both looked at Sophie with interest. This could really help us, tide us over until I got a job. "But do you think he'd hire me?" "I think you have a good chance. I mean, you majored in marketing and got good grades in college, and you're smart and a hard worker. But there's one thing ..." "What?" both Jen and I asked almost simultaneously. "Well, you'd have to work evenings and weekends a lot." "That's okay," I said. I saw the look in Jen's face and I held her hand. "I know it'll be hard being away from the kids, but it'll only be temporary until I get a job." Sophie held up her hands in warning. "You can't let on to Morgan that it'll only be temporary. He got so mad when his last admin left, because he'd just finished training her. She got pregnant and then quit after having the baby." "Okay, well, I just won't say anything about how long I'll be staying," Jen said shrugging. "It's more than that," Sophie said. "The rumor is he's only considering single women without kids." Jen gave her friend a look. "I'm pretty sure that's illegal." Sophie shrugged. "I know, but what can you do? He's too smart to ever get caught. Anyway, if you want a chance at the job, you'll have to pretend you're single and your career is your life. But the pay is unbelievable. I heard his last admin got almost $200,000 last year." My eyes bugged out. That was more than I made in my last job. "You're kidding, how does an admin get paid that much?" Sophie shrugged again. "Well, like I said, it's a demanding job, you're essentially on call all the time. But you get commissions on the deals old Morgan closes, so the more he makes, the more you make." A week later, I waited anxiously for Jen to get home from her interview. If something didn't work out soon, we'd have to sell our house. "How did it go?" I asked jumping up as soon as she got home. Her face was all smiles. "I got it!" she squealed. "I start Monday!" We celebrated by taking the kids to their favorite restaurant, McDonalds of course. Fortunately too since that was about the only restaurant that fit in the current state of our finances. Then mom and dad did their own celebrating after putting the kids down. "I think I'm going to like this Mister Mom thing," I said nuzzling Jen's neck as she got into bed. "Oh, really? Well, you know, there's more to staying home than watching ESPN all day," she playfully teased. We both were in great moods because our financial disaster seemed to have been averted. "I know that," I said with mocked seriousness. "I mean, there's the Golf Channel too. But what I'm really looking forward to is seeing my sexy wife all dressed up for work every day." "Hmmm, and why is that?" she asked playing dumb. "I won't be wearing anything special. Just short skirts, hose and high heels." She giggled, and then I attacked her. She knew I loved it when she dressed up, but taking care of the kids she usually just wore t-shirts and baggy sweats, which did a good job of hiding her best features. At 28 and even after 2 kids, my wife still had her youthful good looks. Natural blonde, sweet pretty face, and a petite figure with smallish but perky tits (even after breast feeding our kids). A firm ass and long, shapely legs were her best assets, which suit me just fine because I was a leg man. The next day I worked on fixing a leaky sink while Jen and Sophie sorted through her clothes. "Jen, you're going to have to get some new clothes, this is all so last decade," Sophie said holding up one of Jen's dresses with a clear look of disapproval on her face. "You've got to remember, this is advertising, and you've got to look young and energetic. All of your clothes look like mom clothes." "What can I tell you, I'm a mom," Jen said shrugging. She hadn't bought any new clothes in a long time, besides maternity clothes. She had even had to borrow an outfit from Sophie for the interview. Sophie took Jen's face in her hands. "Sweetie, you've got to get out of that mindset. If old man Morgan suspects you have kids, or you're married, he'll fire you! And I'd be in trouble too for recommending you!" "Okay, okay, I get it," Jen said, her hands up in surrender. "But I can't afford to buy new clothes now." Sophie reached into her bag and pulled out some clothes. "Here, I brought you some outfits to tide you over until your first check. Luckily we're about the same size." Jen looked doubtfully at her friend, who was very busty. "I meant from the waist down," Sophie said laughing. Jen gave Sophie the evil eye, then sorted through what Sophie had brought. They were all short skirts, none longer than mid-thigh and tailored to hug curves, and a few pairs of high heels. She knew the skirts would be tight, but they'd probably work for now. "Well, Michael is going to love seeing me in these things," she giggled. "Hey, no funny business while your wife is wearing my clothes," Sophie said my way in a threatening voice, but then gave me a wink. "Or at least, make sure they come back to me dry cleaned." I gave her a "who me?" innocent look, and then laughed. Then Sophie gave Jen a $200 gift card to Victoria's Secret. "You can pay me back later. You need to get some thongs. I know, I know, you hate them, but panty lines are a major faux pas. And buy thigh high stockings too." She waved her hand dismissively at my wife's "what the heck?" look. "It'll make you feel sexy, and you'll need that extra self-confidence when you're dealing with all the male jerks at the office. Trust me on this one. " I couldn't help smiling. "This is getting better and better." Then I had to dodge quickly as my wife threw one of the stiletto heels at me. At first it was rough for Jen. She had to learn a lot at her new job, and she hated being away from the kids. Having me home taking care of them (instead of putting them in daycare) helped a lot. Having to pretend she was single without any kids didn't help, because she couldn't confide in anyone at work except Sophie. But after a couple of months things got better. She started getting the hang of the job, and it was actually interesting and challenging. And the money was great. With Jen's help, old man Morgan closed a couple of big deals, and we were both wide eyed at the size of her commissions. We got current with our mortgage, and even started rebuilding some of our savings, and that was after buying Jen a new work wardrobe. I have to admit, that was about my favorite part. Jen learned fast that BBM wasn't one of those business casual places that are so common today. Men and women were expected to dress like they had just stepped out of GQ and Cosmopolitan. Old man Morgan was famous for saying, "If you can't sell yourself, how the fuck are you going to sell our clients?" I wasn't complaining about Jen's new wardrobe. She came home every day looking hot in her designer dresses and high heels! I liked watching her get dressed -- especially since she had taken Sophie's advice about the thong panties and thigh high stockings -- and I liked it even better after putting the kids down, when I got my sexy wife into bed. With the stress of our almost financial ruin behind us, we were both less stressed, and our sex life was as good as it'd ever been. A crowd of the 20- and 30-something BBMers always went out for drinks Friday night, and after making excuses for a few weeks, Jen finally started going. Even though she hated being away from the kids for even more time, she didn't have a choice, because she had to keep up the appearance she was an unattached single woman. Usually she cut out at the earliest opportunity, but one Friday night she didn't get home until past midnight. She was drunk and incredibly horny. She practically raped me as soon as she got home. The next morning she was nursing a hangover, and didn't start feeling like herself again until after lunch. I asked her what happened last night, not that I was complaining sex was great. She hesitantly told me their group started dancing, and some of the guys danced really close to her, so there was some bumping and grinding. She looked worried that I'd be mad, but I told her I understood, it was just some singles going out after a hard day at work and blowing off steam, and anyway I benefitted from it with having an extremely horny wife in bed. She looked relieved and our weekend continued as normal. Jen continued going out with her co-workers on Fridays, getting home usually past midnight. She always came home horny and we had great fuck sessions. I could tell she now looked forward to these Friday nights with her co-workers, which kind of bothered me but I didn't say anything because I remembered how I'd often go out with the guys for a drink when I was working. Also, the sex after she got home on Fridays was always great, I was getting it more now than ever before. Also, I started looking forward to hearing how her male co-workers took liberties with her during these Friday evenings. Jen always told me everything, she's always been an honesty is the best policy kind of person. It surprised me that I got turned on by her stories, but looking back I'd always enjoyed seeing other men giving her the once over. So usually when she got home we'd rush to bed, her turned on by all the male attention she'd gotten, and me anxious to hear what had happened. We'd get naked (but I always made her keep her stockings and high heels on -- I told you I was a leg man), and then slowly fuck as she gave me the 411. Fall turned into winter, and BBM's Christmas party was nearing, and Jen was bringing me as her date so we both could have fun, as BBM had the reputation of throwing over-the-top lavish parties. From the beginning, we had worked out a good cover story. Jen was a recent divorcee. That explained why she hadn't been working since college. I was her cousin, and she was living with me until she got back on her feet. I had 2 kids, and my wife had passed away a couple of years ago. I think she worried about me seeing her with her rowdy male friends. It was one thing to tell me about their shenanigans, and another for me to see it in person. I told her not to worry about it. I didn't think anyone would do anything too wild at a company party. But inside, I wouldn't have minded if some of the guys got frisky with her, because (strangely enough) I found the idea of that arousing. The evening of the party, I wore my best suit. Jen had bought a new dress, and she looked stunning. It was a designer off-the-shoulder black number that hugged her curves and showed off a lot of her great legs. We arrived and Jen introduced me to her co-workers. I fetched Jen a drink, and then another one. I was pretending to be a conscientious date, but in fact I wanted to loosen her up so she'd have a good time. We agreed people might get suspicious if we stayed together and looked like a couple, so at times we drifted apart, talking to different groups of people. A group of about 30 people seemed to be the center of attention. They looked like a clique, like the popular kids in high school. As I found out, they were the elite group of young executives on the fast track in BBM. It surprised me to see my wife in this group. Among her were the people she had introduced me too, so clearly this was the Friday night gang. All of them were very good looking and extremely well dressed, like models and movie stars at a Hollywood bash. My wife fit right in. She looked so beautiful and sexy in her new dress, so confident among all the other beautiful people. I knew I wouldn't fit into that crowd, and it bothered me. But seeing her there, clearly the center of attention of a number of the men, I felt a stirring in my loins. Later that night, as we made love, I fantasized about those men fucking my wife. The next week I did a lot of thinking. Seeing Jen at the Christmas party among the populars (as I thought of them) brought back college memories. With her good looks and bubbly personality, Jen was extremely popular back in college. I kind of admired her from afar, because there was no way a girl like her was going to go out with a geeky guy like me. But she almost failed a math class, so her teacher assigned me as her tutor (I was a teaching assistant). I think it surprised her as much as me when she fell in love with me, just like it surprised her friends (including Sophie), and I think her parents too. The Christmas party disturbed me because my wife was again hanging around a crowd I thought we had left behind in college. The crowd of beautiful people, the crowd I could never fit into. What disturbed me more were the fantasies growing in my mind, of my wife with these popular men. It was all confusing. I didn't tell Jen any of this, as I wanted to work it out for myself first. A couple of weeks later I came into the kitchen where Jen and Sophie were huddled. They were sipping wine and giggling, but when I walked in they abruptly stopped talking. "What's up?" I asked. The girls looked at each other, and Sophie gave Jen a "you've got to tell him" look. My wife's eyes shot arrows through her friend, but then she finally said, "Well, one of the guys at work asked me out." "That's not true," Sophie quickly corrected. "Guys have been asking you out since you started working at BBM." I looked inquiring at my wife. "They have? You didn't tell me." "I'm sorry, but I didn't think it was a big thing. I mean, of course I'm not going out with any of them, I'm married for god's sakes." "And that's my point," Sophie said. "Jen, people are starting to talk, wondering why you never go out on dates. Pretty soon they're going to suspect you're married, and as soon as that happens old man Morgan is going to can you butt." The two friends frowned at each other. Clearly this was a conversation they've been having for a long time. Even before I said it, I knew I shouldn't, something about listening to your big head, not your small head. "Maybe Sophie is right," I said shrugging and pretending to look nonchalant. "I mean, you're making a lot of money at this job, and we don't want to take a chance of people suspecting." So that's how my wife started dating other men. At the start it was an extension of her Friday nights out. They'd go out as a group to start the evening, then Jen and her date would go off alone. Instead of getting home around midnight, she started getting home closer to 2am or even later. When she got home, we'd fuck until almost daylight. Thank god her parents lived nearby, as we got into the routine of having the kids sleep over Friday nights so we'd be able to sleep in Saturday morning. I made Jen tell me everything she did on her dates. She didn't understand my fascination, but was always open with me, I think partly because she always came home at least a little drunk, and also because I think it helped her deal with the guilt of enjoying her nights out so much. The fact I never got mad or upset also helped her be forthcoming (in fact, it was exactly the opposite, her stories turned me on). Jen always came home hot from her dates, even more so than the Friday night happy hours. As you'd expect, men took more liberties with her when they had her alone on dates. She wouldn't let them get too far, but definitely some necking and fondling took place. She never let anyone inside her blouse or up her skirt, but still the increased intimacy always got her soaking wet and me rock hard, and our sex got even more lustful and torrid. Sometimes her dates were on Saturday nights, and it was weird when her date picked her up at our house. I was pretending to be her cousin, so of course I had to act like everything was normal, just my pretty popular cousin going out on a date. But it was a strange -- and stimulating -- experience to make small talk with a man who was taking my wife out on a date, and then see my wife walk into the room dressed in one of her sexy clubbing outfits, and see her kiss hello her date on the lips. On her date nights, I spent a lot of time thinking about what my wife was doing with her date. It got me terribly excited imagining them holding hands, his arm around her, kissing, his hand running up her thigh. I usually masturbated once or twice while waiting, and my arousal was so great I still had enough in the tank to fuck her when she got home. I discovered I wasn't alone in my fantasy to see my wife with other men. I found websites like literotica.com and ourhotwives.org, and the posts and stories helped me better understand myself, although they didn't help with my doubts and insecurity with being complicit with my wife seeing other men. After a few months of dating, Jen had progressed to heavy kissing and petting. Her date often invited her up to his apartment, but so far she hadn't done that, so mostly they fooled around in darken corners of a club, or in the guy's car. She was letting guys inside her blouse and bra, and even up her skirt. She said guys went crazy when they discovered she was wearing real stockings, she said her date often audibly moaned when his hand passed from her stocking top to her bare thigh above. She told me it was hard to hold off guys to just petting over clothes especially when it was their third or fourth date. Thus, we agreed she'd go on no more than five dates with the same guy. She was okay with this as it wasn't like she was looking for a serious relationship (since of course she had me), and I liked it because it was dangerous enough to make it really exciting. We developed some other rules to make sure Jen's dating didn't hurt our marriage. Mouth kissing was okay, as was petting over and under clothes. But undressing wasn't allowed. She could let a guy unbutton her blouse and even unsnap her bra, but she couldn't let him take clothes completely off her. Her date could finger her and even make her cum, but that was it, no oral and certainly no intercourse. Likewise, she could touch him anywhere including giving him a hand job, but no oral. We decided on these rules gradually, usually as we fucked after one of her dates. "Do you think I went too far?" she'd ask huskily after describing something she'd done, or let her date do. I'd respond between gasps with, "No, that was okay," or maybe "Yeah, that was okay, you could even have let him go farther, like ..." One Friday night Jen got home with tears streaked down her face. She fell into my arms sobbing, crying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," over and over again. She had broken (shattered really) our most important rule. She'd let her date fuck her. Losing My Wife Ch. 01 It started with breaking the no oral rule. She'd gotten hot and heavy with Darren, a really tall-dark-and-handsome hunky guy (as she described him) she'd been out with a couple of times before. They were necking pretty heavily, and his hands were inside her blouse and bra. Darren was really good at alternating between softly kneading her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and licking her. Soon she was writhing under his mouth and fingers, so she didn't resist when he moved a hand up her skirt. She gasped when he reached her soaking panties, and he was just as good with fingering her clit as he was with stimulating her tits, so she didn't stop him when he pushed her skirt up around her waist and eased her legs apart. She was in nirvana as he sucked her nipples and fingered her clit, feeling an orgasm build inside her. She knew she was about to break a rule when he got on his knees between her legs and his face moved towards her pussy, but she figured she'd cum with his first lick on her clit, so it wouldn't be too much of a rule violation. She even raised up her hips when he pulled off her thong panties. But she underestimated how good Darren was at eating pussy, and he kept her on the edge of an orgasm for what seemed like an eternity, until she practically begged to let her cum. It was then when she was most vulnerable that he struck. While eating her out, he had pulled his cock from his pants. Before she knew what was happening, he raised up from his knees and pushed his cock into her soaking pussy. This wasn't rape. True, she pushed against his chest as soon as he penetrated her, and said no a couple of times, but she was so far gone by that time, and his cock felt so good inside her, that soon she was pushing against his thrusts, urging him to fuck her harder, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling his face to hers so she could kiss him as he fucked her. She cried uncontrollably as she told me what had happened. It was more than just breaking the rules and letting another man fuck her. She had gotten so caught up in it that she hadn't made him pull out, so he had cum inside her. This was bad because she wasn't on the pill (she was allergic to the pill), and it was her fertile time of the month. I took her into my arms and comforted her. "It's not your fault, this was bound to happen sooner or later," I said softly. Then I laid her on her back and pushed up her skirt. She hadn't bothered to put her panties back on, and her trimmed bush was matted with Darren's cum. I took out my cock and entered my wife. She welcomed me inside her, as confirmation I wasn't mad, that I still loved her. I'd never been as excited in my life, and I fucked her harder than ever before. After just moments I grunted and lurched, and added my jism to Darren's already inside her. The next day we went to the doctor and got a morning after pill. She took it and then cried some more, and we made love again. Like before, she welcomed me between her legs, reaffirming our commitment to each other and our marriage. Over the next few days we fucked more than we ever had before. The image of Darren fucking Jen kept me perpetually hard, and after what had happened Jen wasn't denying me anything. A few days after her date with Darren she was finally able to talk more about it, and I littered her with questions, wanting to know every detail. Yes, he had a nice muscular body. Yes, he was bigger, a little longer, and thicker. Yes, he had made her cum. For a few weeks after, she didn't go out on any dates. She didn't even go to the Friday night happy hours. Darren called repeatedly. He was worried she was mad at him. He was a nice guy and hadn't done anything wrong, so Jen finally decided to go out with him again. The week leading up to her date was kind of awkward for us. What were the rules now? I decided to make things easy for both of us. As she prepared to go, I handed her a bag from the drug store. Jen looked inquiring at me, then looked in the bag, where she saw a box of condoms. I took her into my arms and looked into her beautiful eyes. "Just don't fall in love with anyone else," I told her. She nodded, understanding. Now we had just one rule. "Of course I won't," she promised. Then she pulled me into the bed and made love, just minutes before Darren was to arrive to pick her up. I came inside her just as the doorbell rang. I went downstairs to greet Darren as she put herself back together for her date. They left holding hands, but then I heard Jen say, "Wait, I forgot something." She came back inside and, with the half open door blocking Darren's view, she hitched up her skirt and pulled my hand to her lacy stocking top. It was moist. "You're running out of me," she whispered with a mischievous smile and twinkle in her eye. Then she ran back out and took Darren's arm. Sometimes I met Jen and her friends at their Friday night happy hours. It was a little awkward, because I didn't fit in, but Jen's friends put up with me because I was her cousin. Jen got over her nervousness of having me around, sometimes playfully winking at me or pinching my butt when no one was looking. Typically Jen stayed with the group until 9 or so, and then left with her date. It was excruciatingly delicious to watch Jen disappear with her date, holding his hand. Jen usually had sex on her dates. From that first time with Darren, sex went from sometimes, to often, to just about on every date. She didn't need to tell me, I knew as soon as she got home just by looking at her. She'd have that "just fucked" look. Sex with her then was amazing, smelling her date in her hair, seeing his marks on her neck and breasts, feeling her looser than normal pussy. Sometimes we'd be with friends the day after one of her dates, and someone would comment on a hickey on her neck. "Jeez guys, what are you, still newlyweds?" We'd laugh with everyone else, but Jen would nudge me under the table, reminding me another man had put that mark on her, not me. She teased me like that because I loved it, and she knew I loved it. Sex was a no-commitment recreation sport among the populars. They were all "career comes first" kind of people, and weren't interested in serious relationships. So Jen's sleeping around didn't hurt her reputation, because everyone was sleeping around. If anything, her popularity increased once it got around how great a body she had and how great a lover she was. For the longest time I practically begged Jen to let me watch her have sex with another man. She always found a reason not to, explaining she wasn't ready for that. We were at a party thrown by one of the BBM partners about six months after her first time with Darren. I hadn't seen Jen for about an hour when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Be in the master bedroom in five minutes," I heard my wife whisper in my ear. My cock immediately got hard. I quickly snuck into the bedroom, and hid in the closet, leaving the door open so I had a clear view of the bed. A few minutes later Jen entered followed closely by a man. To my surprise, it wasn't her date Darren, but the BBM partner who was hosting the party. I had met him earlier, his name was Tony. Maybe early thirties, standing a head taller than my wife's 5'6". Dark Mediterranean complexion, he'd probably be described as ruggedly handsome. He seemed to be an okay guy when I met him. "I've heard a lot about you," Tony said pulling my wife into his arms. "They say you've got a tight body." "Are they right?" my wife gasped as Tony ran his hands over her body. "We'll see," Tony said, unzipping her dress so it fell off her body and fell around her feet. He looked her up and down and smiled. Jen had gone braless, wearing only stockings, a lacy garter belt, thong panties, and high heels. "Nice," he said, cupping her tits. "I've wanted you for a long time." Jen's eyes glazed over as Tony expertly rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "You like that?" "Yeah," she breathed huskily. Her breast and nipples had always been extremely sensitive. Then she gasped as one of his hands went down to her pussy. "Are you serious with Darren? I see you with him a lot." Jen shook her head, her blonde locks swaying side to side. "We're just friends," she said distractedly, her eyes closed as her whole being seemed to be focused on what his fingers were doing. "You've noticed me?" "I've admired you from afar," he said kissing her neck, his fingers continuing to work on her nipples and clit. "You've got me so hot," he said, moving his hands from her body long enough to take off his clothes. He had a lean muscular body, and the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Jen noticed it too, and her eyes grew wide. "Wow, that's big," she said, and then she giggled as she realized how ridiculous she sounded. "Sorry, blonde moment." Tony laughed, and then laid her on the bed and got on top of her. His kissed her, softly on her lips, then gently extending his tongue into her mouth. "God you're beautiful," he said looking into her eyes and running his fingers through her blonde hair, and then they French kissed again. Tony moved his body so his cock head touched her pussy lips. He saw the worry in Jen's face and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Don't worry, I'll go slow," he said. "My purse -- I have condoms." Tony looked disappointed, but he reached into her purse and put a condom around his cock. I sat in the closet with my hand around my hard cock. I couldn't believe it, I was about to see another man fuck my wife. "Oh god," Jen gasped as Tony entered her. "It's okay, I'll go slow," Tony assured her, kissing her lips and cheeks and stoking her hair. "Just a little bit, now a little more." Jen gritted her teeth as he pushed more inside her, but she didn't tell him to stop. "It's all in," Tony finally said. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine," Jen assured him. "It feels good." Tony smiled, warmed by the compliment, and then he started moving in and out, slowly at first, and then faster. It took a while for Jen to get used to his size, but eventually her body moved with his. Her long shapely legs flexed with each thrust, her garter straps pressing against her firm thighs, her feet arching out of her heels to push up on her tiptoes to meet his thrusts. "Oh god, I'm cumming," Jen cried, her fingers clutching the sheets, and then wrapping around Tony's neck. Tony lowered his head and planted his lips over Jen's, kissing her through her orgasm. "Oh god, oh god," Jen panted as her orgasm subsided. Tony, his hard cock still fully inside her, kissed her softly on the lips and cheek. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Am I okay?" Jen giggled. "I'm more than okay, that was incredible!" She ran her manicured nails over Tony's muscular chest. "That was wonderful. But you haven't cum yet. Do you want to stay like this, or me on top? Or something else?" I grew alarmed. Had my wife just offered her ass to this man? His big cock would tear her apart! But then Jen took Tony's hand and sensually sucked two fingers into her mouth. "Is this what you'd like?" Jen breathed sensually looking into Tony's eyes. "That's incredibly tempting," Tony said breathing hard as he watched my wife suck his fingers into her mouth, and felt her soft tongue roll around his fingers. "But this way is good, you feel incredible. I wish I didn't have to wear a condom, though. I hate them. Are you sure I need to wear it? I promise I'm clean." "I'm sorry, I can't," Jen said, running her hand across Tony's cheek to soften her refusal. "It's not that I don't trust you, I do. But I'm not on the pill. I've never been able to use it, I'm allergic to it." "Oh, okay, I understand then." Tony said, disappointment still clear on his face. Jen hesitated, and then seemed to make a decision. "Well, I guess you can take it off, if you promise to pull out." "Really?" he said eagerly. "Really," Jen said kissing him softly on the lips. "Thank you," he said as he pulled out, reached between their bodies to pull off the condom, and then pushed his cock in again. "God, thank you, this feels so much better." "It feels better for me too," Jen agreed. Tony started fucking Jen again, starting slow and then moving faster. He took long, deep strokes. He put Jen's legs on his shoulders so he could get even deeper, smashing her legs against her tits. Jen grunted and grimaced with this position, as she wasn't used to getting penetrated so deeply, but then got used to it and again began meeting his thrusts. Tony had amazing stamina. After fucking Jen missionary for about 10 minutes, he flipped her around onto her stomach and then took her doggy style. As he positioned himself to enter my wife again, I had my first really good look at Tony's cock. It was really an impressive sight, really long and very thick, with wide veins running up either side. He was much bigger than me, but the size difference only heighten my arousal, as my fantasies always involved Jen getting fucked by well hung men. Jen gripped the mattress for dear life as Tony's hard thrusts practically slammed her head into the wall. "Oh god, fuck me hard!" Jen gasped. Tony grabbed Jen's hair and pulled her head back hard. "You like getting it hard?" he growled. He had a long tongue, and he slithered it inside Jen's ear. "Oh god, oh god," she whimpered. I saw Jen's body tense, and I knew she was about to cum again, which surprised me since she'd never been multi-orgasmic. Tony sensed it too. He pounded even harder (if that was possible). He again pulled her head back and French kissed her, while with his other hand he roughly squeezed her nipples. Jen's moans were lost in Tony's mouth as her body shuddered in an orgasm. Tony timed it perfectly, because his body tensed. Through some amazing self-control, at the last moment Tony pulled out and shot gobs and gobs of thick creamy cum all over her back. It was a good thing he pulled out, as it would've been little chance Jen wouldn't have gotten pregnant by all by sperm, given it was her most fertile time of the month. They collapsed on the bed, Tony rolling to the side so they snuggled face to face. They panted into each other's face, gasping for breath, and then their gasps turned into light kissing. I thought they might go at it again, but then Jen softly said, "We better get back." She went into the bathroom to clean up, and when she returned a few minutes later she wiggled back into her black dress. "Can you zip me?" she said turning her back to him. He kissed her on the neck as he zipped her. "Can I see you again?" he asked. She giggled. "You see me every day at work," she said. "You know what I mean," he said smiling. Tony had gotten dressed too. With a playful eye, Jen reached into his pocket, and was rewarded by a lustful smile from Tony. "Down cowboy, I told you we have to get back," she said playfully, nudging him in the ribs. She pulled out his cell phone from his pocket. "Here, I'll program my number into your phone." Then they moved to leave, but Jen held back. "I forgot my purse," she said. She stepped back into the bedroom, and grabbed her purse. Just before leaving the room, she looked at the closet and said smiling with a twinkle in her eye, "I hope you liked that!" Later that night, I lay on top of my wife, her legs around me, my cock hard but not yet inside her. "You mean, you fucked Darren too?" Jen nodded smiling. "He didn't like that, having to settle for sloppy seconds." "You told Darren?" I asked surprised. She brushed her fingers across my cheek. "Of course you goose, you know it's just a physical thing with him." "With him, and the others?" I asked. She softly brushed my cheek again. "Of course darling, with everyone but you," she said reassuringly. "It was incredible tonight, actually watching you have sex with another man. It was so hot. But -- it kind of surprised me too. Sometimes it seemed like you were making love, not just fucking. It seemed so --" I hesitated, trying to think of the right word. "So tender," I finally continued. "So tender, and almost loving." Jen reached up and pulled my face down, and kissed me softly on my lips. "Don't worry honey. Sometimes it's like that. Mostly it's just fucking, but we're people, so sometimes it's like that. But you're the only man I love." "Forever?" I asked, knowing I sounded like an insecure idiot, but needed her reassurance. "Forever," she said definitely. She pulled me to her. "Make love to me now. No, don't use a condom, I want to feel you inside me." I didn't need to be asked twice. I excitedly entered her bareback, relishing the feeling of skin on skin. "I guess you owe it to me after tonight," I joked, referring to her earlier dalliance with Tony. "That's not it at all. I just want to feel you inside me. And -- I don't want you to pull out, I want you to cum inside me." That shocked me, given this was her most fertile time of the month. "Honey, that's playing with fire," I warned. She wrapped her legs around me, urging me to cum inside her. "Maybe it's time for us to have another baby. We'll let God decide." But I didn't want to have another baby. Part of it was how much effort it would be to have another child. But admittedly, part of me didn't want Jen pregnant because that would surely end the fun we were having with her dating and fucking around. So at the last moment I pulled out, ejaculating on her tummy. She looked disappointed and a hurt, but the moment passed. After cumming, we lay snuggled facing each other. "Who is he, Tony? I don't think I've seen him before." "He's not part of our group. What do you call us, the populars?" Jen giggled. "Well, he's not part of the populars. He's a partner, so he's what we're trying to be." "He seems young to be a partner. That house was amazing." "Yeah, they say he has a bigger place in South Beach. He's the youngest person ever to make partner. " I thought about that, and then I heard Jen's heavy breathing. Exhausted, she'd fallen asleep. I softly brushed my wife's silky blonde hair as I watched her innocent, beautiful sleeping face. The next day I found Jen and Sophie giggling in our kitchen. Sophie looked up at me. "I can't believe Jen hooked Desirable #1." I smiled at the Harry Potter reference. "You mean Tony?" By now, Sophie had adjusted to the fact that I was okay with Jen dating and having sex with other men. In fact, she'd gushed about how lucky Jen was to have such an understanding husband, and maybe she'd actually tie the knot someday if she could find a guy as open minded as me. "Yes, I'm talking about Tony! I'd been trying to catch his eye forever! Hunky and rich, what a combination! Everyone's talking about it! God Jen, I can't believe you did Darren after Tony, you're such a slut!" Jen kicked her friend under the table. "Shush," she cautioned looking around. "The kids might hear." Sophie covered her mouth with an "oops" look, and then the conversation went to other things. A few weeks later, Jen plopped on the sofa next to me, looking thoughtful. "I'm thinking about going out with Tony. He's been asking me out. But I wanted to make sure you'd be okay with it. I won't if you don't want me too." Then she smiled impishly. "Honestly, the biggest reason I want to go out with him is to make Sophie and the other populars jealous." I felt my cock stir. "It's fine with me," I heard myself saying, then laughed. "After all, he's Desirable #1. What does that mean, anyway?" Jen giggled. "It means he's a guy you'd give up your fuck buddies for." Jen straddled my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, running her fingers through my hair. "Of course, you're so kinky I get to be married to you, AND have my fuck buddies." I ran my hands up my wife's shirt and cupped her braless tits (she often went braless at home). "Is that what you're going to do, add Tony to your harem of fuck buddies?" Losing My Wife Ch. 01 "My harem, I like that. Mmmm, yeah, I like that," she cooed as I rubbed her nipples between my fingers. "Yeah, I think I will add him to my harem. He has a really big one, you know." "Is that what you are, a slut for big cocks?" I asked as I pulled out my cock, and pushed her skirt up around her waist (thank goodness the kids were already asleep!). "Yeah, I'm a slut," Jen breathed hotly into my ear as I entered her. "But you like that, don't you cowboy? You want your wife to be a slut." My cock twitched when she called me cowboy, remembering how she'd called Tony the same thing. Jen noticed my excitement, and also remembered when she'd called Tony that. "I called him that because he wore a silly cowboy costume at last year's Halloween party," she explained answering my silent question. Then she looked at me with an inquisitive grin. "You like the idea of me dating Tony, don't you?" "Yeah, I do, I'm not sure why," I admitted. "He seems --- dangerous." "Dangerous," Jen repeated, as if contemplating the word. Then she leaned closer to me and whispered hotly in my ear. "That's good, because, you know, slutty girls like dangerous boys." In the year Jen had been dating and having sex with other men, she typically had her regulars (what I called them), a group of guys she regularly dated and fucked. A few like Darren were always on the list, but others rotated on and off. It was like that with all the populars, everyone had their regular fuck buddies. "Who are you going out with tonight?" I asked as Jen pulled on her stockings, getting ready for work. I loved watching her get dressed. She'd shower, rub moisturizer over her entire body, then put on her bra, panties and stockings (and garter belt, when she wore one). Then she'd do her hair and makeup, wiggle into her dress or blouse and skirt, and finally slip into her high heels. "Tony," she said matter-of-factly. "Can you zip me?" she asked turning her back to me and holding her long hair to the side. "Again? You've been seeing a lot of him." She shook out her hair and turned to look at me. "You don't want me to go out with him? If you don't, I won't." "No, it's not that, I'm just curious why you don't go out with the populars as much anymore." "I don't know. I still go to the happy hours, but ... I don't know, I guess it's nice to go out with someone who actually likes to talk before fucking me. I mean, basically, Darren and the other popular boys see me as just a pretty blonde with nice legs. With Tony, at least he takes me to dinner or a play before trying to get into my pants." "Dinner and shows -- definitely sounds like more than fucking," I said feeling chagrined. "That's why it's called a date," Jen said giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "I've really got to go, I'm late. Honey, tell me the truth, does it bother you I'm dating Tony? Because if it does I'll stop." "No, it doesn't bother me, it's just ... no, it doesn't bother me." Jen looked at me, giving me an inquisitive look as if trying to read my mind, then a curious smile. "I've really got to go," she said hurriedly. "See you late tonight." And with another quick kiss she was gone. Over the next few months, Jen went from seeing Tony sometimes, to mostly, and then exclusively. She hardly went to the happy hours anymore, instead starting her date with Tony immediately after work on Friday. More and more, she'd go out with him both Friday and Saturday nights, staying out late and getting home very freshly fucked. It was annoying me, and the breaking point was when he texted her on Christmas eve. We were at church when his text came in. "Oh no," she said. "It's Tony, he just found out his mother died." We argued on the way home, and then carried our argument into the privacy of our bedroom away from the kids' ears. "So you've leaving, on Christmas eve?" "Michael, honey, his mother just died and he's all broken up," she said slipping out of her high heels and taking off her dress. "I have to go." "No you don't have to go. You should stay with me and our children. It's Christmas eve." "Honey, the kids are already asleep," she said, pulling on skinny jeans. She sat on the bed and slipped into her Jimmy Choo stiletto ankle boots, her long blonde hair almost touching the floor as she leaned over and zipped them. "I won't be gone too long," she continued, taking off her bra and then pulling on a white cashmere sweater. "I'll be back later tonight," she promised, adding with a smile to ease the tension, "even before Santa gets here." She brushed her hair swiftly and fixed her lipstick. "If you're just going to see if he's okay, why are you getting all dressed up?" I challenged her. I guess my angry tone finally got to her, and she lost her patience. "So, what Michael, are you going to start dressing me now? I'm just trying to be comfortable, that's all." "Comfortable? That's a joke. Those jeans are so tight I can see the bumps of your garter belt. And what's up with wearing a garter belt and stockings under jeans? And I noticed you took off your bra. I can see your nipples right through your sweater. My god Jen, you look like a slut!" Jen glared at me, and then looked away, hurt coming over her face. "You know, you've called me that before, but this is the first time I think you mean it." A tear came to her eye and she wiped it away. "I left the stockings on because it's cold outside. And I only left the garter belt on because I'm trying to rush. I know it's Christmas eve. I want to be here with you. So I want to just go over there, make sure he's okay, and then get back as fast as I can." "Then why did you take your bra off?" "I don't know Michael, I wasn't even thinking! I meant to put on a cami, but I forgot okay?" she said frustrated. "If you're worried I'm going over there to fuck him, I'm not. I just want to make sure he's okay." "That's what really bothers me," I shot back. "This thing you have with Tony. It's not just physical, it's emotional. Remember your promise? You promised never to fall in love with anyone." Jen took my face in her hands. "Let's talk about this later, okay? I promise I won't be gone for long." We eyed each other silently for long moments, then I finally nodded my head. She kissed me. "I love you Michael, I really do. I won't be gone long, I promise." She didn't get back until after 3am. I lay in bed awake, pretending to read a magazine. One look at her told me immediately he'd fucked her, and the guilt on her face confirmed it. She sat on the bed next to me and started to apologize, but I brushed her away. She looked about to cry, and long silent moments passed between us. Then she leaned into me. That's what she usually did after getting back from a date. She'd kissed me so I could taste him in her mouth, smell him in her hair. She did that now. I tried to pull away but she knew me too well. She straddled my stomach and pulled her sweater off, showing the bite marks he'd left on her tits, around her nipples. She pressed her chest against my face, holding my head tight and feeding her nipples into my mouth. She kicked off her ankle boots -- I heard them fall on the floor -- and then wiggled out of her tight jeans. Her panties were gone, but she still wore the garter belt and stockings (although I saw her stockings were heavily laddered, no doubt from the hard fucking he'd given her). She reached between our bodies and guided my cock into her pussy. She felt incredibly loose and wet. "You let him cum inside you, didn't you?" I challenged her. She answered my question with a question. "Are you still mad at me?" "Answer my question," I demanded. "Tell me you're not mad at me anymore, and I'll tell you." "Damn it Jen, it doesn't work that way! Did you let him cum in you?" I demanded again. "Remember that first time I slept with Tony? When you watched? And then after, that night, I asked you to cum inside me? Remember?" I nodded, not understanding where she was going with this. "I wanted you to make me pregnant that night. Because I knew if I got pregnant, I'd stop dating and sleeping with other guys. Because if I didn't stop, I might fall in love. Because Tony had been after me, asking me out even before that first night, and I wanted to stop dating and seeing other guys, because I was afraid I might fall in love with him, because he's so handsome and sexy, and so successful, and I knew he'd be good in bed, but most of all, on top of all of that, because he reminded me of you." My anger faded from me, replaced by numbness. "Did you fall in love with him?" I heard myself asking. It was one of those questions you didn't want to ask, because you were afraid of the answer. She didn't need to say anything, I saw the answer in her face. "I'm so sorry," she said, tears welling up in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry." Losing My Wife Ch. 02 My wife ran off giggling and returned with the phone and handed it to Kurt with an impish smile. Kurt dialed a number and handed the phone to Sonia and instructed her to tell whoever it was on the other end that she wanted him to meet her at the southern end of the city park so he could fuck her. Sonia hesitated and Kurt smirked and told her she was no slut. My wife rose to the challenge and arranged to meet this stranger but before she could hang up Kurt grabbed the phone and added that this was a major slut and that the guy could do whatever he wanted to her. My wife moaned as she slipped her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit while us guys quickly got dressed. I grabbed a long coat and told my wife to put it over her naked body as we left to walk the short distance to the park. As we got nearer to the park I noticed a large figure standing in the shadows beneath a few trees. My wife saw him too and began walking toward him as Kurt, Tony and I stopped and waited. Sonia got to where the stranger was standing and introduced herself and told him we were there to watch him fuck her and that we wouldn't interfere with how he wanted to screw her. The guy glanced at us before telling my wife to take the coat off and then to get on her knees and suck his cock. We moved closer as Sonia knelt down to do as she was told. I recognised the stranger as Kurt's basketball coach, a big black guy in his late 40's. I heard my wife gasp as she saw the size of the cock she was about to allow into her holes. It was gigantic, well over 12 inches in length and easily 1.5 times thicker than the candle that we'd just finished fucking my wife with. Sonia tried to take the head of this huge black monster in her mouth but there was no way that it was going to fit between her lips. Coach tried to push his hard rod into my wife's mouth but he couldn't even get half of his huge mushroom head in and I could tell he was getting pissed. He swore and told my wife to stand and lean forward against the tree trunk in front of her. Sonia leaned into the tree and spread her legs like a well trained whore. Coach spat into his open hand and smeared his spit all over my wife's swollen entrance before covering his enormous cock in the same manner. He then guided the head of his tool until it pressed against Sonia's pouting cunt lips and began to force his manhood into her. My wife cried out as the huge black cock began to inch its way into her aching fuck tunnel. Coach pulled his cock back out and then pushed it in again, this time lifting my wife right off her feet as he forced at least half of his tool into her. My wife was gripping the tree for dear life as the black man behind her continued to assault her tortured cunt with his horse-sized cock. Suddenly he started fucking his cock in and out of my wife, ignoring her sobs as he worked his meat deeper and deeper. I saw him dig his fingers into my wife's ass cheeks as he pushed down on her ass and drove his cock upwards with a huge thrust. Sonia screamed as she was rammed into the tree trunk with the force of the thrust, her body thrown around like a rag doll as Coach savagely attacked her pussy. "Stand still and beg me to push my entire cock into your slut-hole you bitch or I'll fuck your ass instead!" Coach yelled at my wife. Sonia whimpered and begged him to fuck her harder and to ram his cock in as far as he could. She tried to stabilise herself against the tree as Coach drove into her over and over again like a huge unrelenting piston. The sight was amazing! Coach's cock looked grossly out of proportion compared to my wife's small figure. Gradually my wife's sobbing turned to moans of ecstasy as her cunt loosened around the cock invading her insides. Coach no longer had to hold Sonia down as he rammed his black rod into her. He was grunting loudly as he fucked my wife and he laughed out loud as she started to cum on his throbbing cock. He said he knew he would find a slut who'd finally be able to take his entire cock one day and he promised to reward my wife with a womb full of African Seed! Sonia began thrusting her ass back to meet the driving motion of the black cock behind her and telling Coach to fill her belly with hot cum. Coach pulled his cock out of my wife's incredibly stretched hole and told her to turn around and face him. He then bent down and reaching between Sonia's legs, lifted her into the air spreading her legs around his waist. Slowly he lowered her well-fucked pussy back onto his gigantic cock and started raising her up and down on his rock hard tool. My wife threw her arms around the big black man that was fucking her with such long strokes. She was telling him to fuck her and that she loved his huge cock and would open her cunt for him whenever he wanted to take her. Coach told her he was about to cum and that he wanted her to tell him that she'd do whatever he wanted or he would stop fucking her right then and there. Sonia kissed him passionately as she wriggled on his cock and told him she would do whatever he told her, anything at all. Coach wrapped his arms around her and asked even if he wanted her to fuck other men? Sonia again said "Anything!" Coach told her he was going to sell her cunt to anyone who could afford the price he was going to charge. My wife just giggled and said her cunt was his to do with as he pleased. Just as she said this Coach started thrusting like mad into her pussy and then with a low growl he emptied his balls into my wife. I swear I could hear the sloppy splashing as he slowly carried on fucking my wife's dripping hole. Coach finally lifted my wife off of his semi-hard cock and we all saw a huge amount of sperm flow out of Sonia's gaping cunt and down her thighs. My wife's legs were trembling as she stood in front of the black man who had just ravaged her pussy so roughly. Coach French kissed Sonia as he reached between her open legs and cupped her pussy in his large hand. He stopped kissing her and asked with a grin, "So babe, like all da ho's I fuck, your insides feel like dey about to fall out your cunt right?" My wife nodded and leaned into him for support. Coach turned and looked at the 3 of us and smirkingly told us that even if all 3 of us put our cocks into this ho at the same time, she wouldn't feel a thing after his cock had stretched her. He then asked which one of us was her boy? I raised my hand and he winked at me and told me he was taking her back to his pad and that he'd send her home if and when he got tired of fucking her and selling her cunt. I stood there as my wife was led off by the black guy that had pleasured her cunt so much that she was now his by choice. Kurt and Tony looked at me apologetically as we turned and walked back home. The end Losing My Wife Ch. 02 Jen stopped seeing Tony, at least socially (she still saw him at work). It was hard for her. She didn't bring him up, but I could tell she was heartbroken. When she told him – I guess you'd say when she broke up with him – she revealed she was married to me, that I wasn't her cousin, that this ruse wasn't meant to hurt anyone, but just to help her get a job (I had agreed she had to come clean with him). Tony was devastated of course, he loved Jen. He got so emotional he threatened to tell Morgan and get Jen fired. But in the end, he kept Jen's secret. What can I say, he was a decent guy, which was bad in a way, because it was impossible for me to hate him. Jen stopped going to the Friday happy hours. Everyone assumed she was heartbroken over her breakup with Tony, and I knew they were right. Her despair over another man, that she had fallen in love with another man, ate away at me, ate away at our relationship, ate away at our marriage. We took care of the kids, but otherwise sleep walked through life. Our sex life became nonexistent. We tried marriage counseling, but that didn't help and we never went back. We both were miserable. So I did the only thing I could think of. I told her it would be okay with me if she started seeing Tony again. What else could I do? We were both miserable, and something had to change. Jen looked at me like I was crazy. "That's how we got into his," she protested. And she was right. How do you solve a problem, by repeating the same mistakes? We spent countless nights talking about it. We even made love again. It was impossible for me to talk about Jen being with another man, and not get aroused. I hated myself for this, and during our talks Jen recognized my self-torment, she saw the tears in my eyes while at the same time my cock was hard. She cried too, because of her heartbreak over Tony, her guilt over what she was doing to me, and as we cried and held each other, we made love. Finally after weeks of talking, she approached Tony. I don't know everything they said. But the main part was whether Tony could be in a relationship with her, knowing she was married to another man. He resisted at first, of course. I mean, why should a handsome successful man, a Desirable #1, settle for that? But eventually he agreed, not able to resist Jen's pretty face, her bubbly personality, her perky tits, her tight ass and flat stomach, her long wonderful legs. They fucked that night. I knew it as soon as she got home, even before I tasted him in her mouth, smelled him in her hair, saw the bite marks, felt her loose pussy. Just by looking at her face I knew. A little later, as we made love, she looked into my eyes and promised, "I'll always love you." I knew she meant it. But by then she'd broken so many promises to me, I'm not sure I believed her. It happened gradually. I think Jen went slow to make sure I was okay with it. But eventually things heated up again between Jen and Tony. Like before, they went out on Fridays and Saturdays, and often they snuck away for a quickie at lunch during the week. It was like watching a train wreck happening, at least a train wreck for me. Their relationship blossomed, even more than before. Sometimes I'd catch Jen giddy while doing normal things like the dishes, or giggling on the phone with Sophie. I knew it was about Tony. Then she'd see me, and get all serious, worried I'd be upset if she showed joy in her relationship with Tony. She did as much as she could for me. Our sex was good again. She'd returned home from a date with Tony and come to me as before, letting me smell him on her, guiding me to her legs where his rough fucking had laddered her stockings, inviting me into her pussy so I could see how loose she was. She knew my body and dark desires lusted for this, so she gave it to me, but she also knew my heart hated it, so after we made love she hugged and kissed me and told me how much she loved me. A few months after going with Tony again, we sat on the sofa after putting the kids down for the evening. "Can I asked you something?" she began cautiously. "I won't if you don't want me to, but – well, Tony asked me to stay over on Friday." "Stay over on Friday," I repeated dumbly. "Stay over at his place, with him?" "Yeah, I mean – well, yeah," she said, I guess not understanding why I couldn't grasp this simple concept. "I'd be home Saturday morning before the kids got home from my parents, so they wouldn't even know I'd been gone." But I'd know, I thought. I'd be alone, while you let him fuck you all night long, and then you'll sleep with him, and wake up in his arms, and then you'll let him fuck you again before coming home. I thought these things, but didn't say them to her. "I won't if you don't want me to," she repeated seeing my hesitation, but I could tell she wanted to. I forced a smile. "Sure, that's okay with me, no problem." Jen smiled back, and then she did what she always did, she sealed the deal with her body, which she knew I couldn't resist. She wasn't being manipulative. For her, it was emotional as much as physical. It was confirmation we were okay. My cock inside her, my orgasm, meant I was okay. Of course, it didn't really work that way. But it eased her guilt at least temporarily, and I'd never pass up a chance to kiss her pretty face, fondle her breasts, feel her long legs around me, be inside her pussy. Of course, it wasn't just one Friday night. It became most Friday nights. And then some Saturday nights, and then long weekends. Tony even bought a condo midway between the office and our house, making it easier for their lunch time liaisons, and also for Jen on those long weekends to swing by home for a few hours to be with the kids (and me, I guess). Jen helped Tony pick the new condo (it was a hugely expensive place right off Central Park), and I could only imagine them smiling and holding hands while touring the city with a real estate agent. She kept a lot of her clothes at Tony's place, and my heart dropped whenever I walked into her closet, now half empty. She never denied me sex. In fact, we were having more sex now than ever before. I think it helped her deal with the guilt. I never complained about their growing relationship, and always put on a good face, because if I forced her to break up with Tony we'd just be in that bad place again. And I think I mostly fooled her into thinking I was really okay with it, like in the past when she was dating and sleeping with Darrin and other populars. But at some level she knew it was different for me now since it was more than just physical, now she was emotionally involved with another man. So she tried to make it up to me with sex, and despite everything, I loved having sex with her. She had the greatest body. Maybe if I wasn't such a leg man I wouldn't have been so addicted to her, but all it took was hearing the swish swish of her nylons as she walked by, or a heel dangling on her small pretty feet, or even just seeing her sit cross legged with her skirt inching up slightly higher, and my body would fill with lust. Jen continued to tell me stories on what they did together. She told me because she knew it aroused me, and because I put on a good face, she didn't realize how much it hurt. But it DID arouse me, and whenever she started with the stories my lust would turn dark and demented, and I'd get hard, and I'd cum when her stories hurt the most, and because I did get so excited and I did came when I did, she'd tell me more, thinking I wanted to hear it, like "God I'm so addicted to his body!" or "His cock is so amazing!" or "God he gives me the best orgasms!" She wasn't being cruel, she told me because she knew I loved hearing it. But it was my dark side that loved it, and after my lust was sated, I'd feel sick inside. But then after, maybe an hour or two, I'd think about what she'd told me – and I just knew she was telling me the truth, not making things up, I could tell after so many years with her – and I'd get hard again, and sometimes I'd find her and fuck her again, or sometimes I 'd just go into the bathroom, sit on the toilet with the seat down, and beat off thinking of Tony with his big cock buried in my wife, and my wife saying things like "God Tony you're the best lover I've ever had!" I knew I was pathetic, but I couldn't help myself. I began to understand what people mean when they said it's hard being married to a beautiful woman. Men pursue those women, even after they're married. And if you're like me, and you have a desire to see your wife with another man, then eventually she's going to fall in love with a man who's more handsome, has a better body, is a better lover, and has more money. Jen continued to do well at her job, reaching the highest performance level. As a perk, everyone who reached that level got an all-expense paid trip to Aruba. Jen talked me into going with her. She knew we needed some time together, and even though a lot of the populars would be there (they still knew me as her cousin), and she had go to a few BBM team-building seminars, she thought we'd be able to spend most of our time together, away from everyone else. The first three days were great. Jen had managed to get an isolated bungalow off the beaten path, so we were alone together, eating room service, sunning and swimming, but mostly making love and holding each other. It was really good. I had her all to myself, and I felt better than I had in a long time. Then on the fourth morning Sophie showed up at our door, out of breath. Eyeing me warily, she pulled Jen outside to talk. A few minutes later Jen came back in, and I couldn't read her face. "Tony just got here," she announced. I felt shocked. "You told me he wasn't going to be here!" I snapped. "He wasn't, he's a partner, this getaway was for non-partners only," she said hurriedly, sensing my rising anger. "I don't know why he's here." "I've got a good idea why he's here," I said angrily. "So what are you going to do now?" It came out like a challenge. I knew what her answer would be, what her choice would be, so I just wanted her to tell me, just say it to my face. "Well, I mean, first I'm going to see what he's doing here. But if he's staying ..." "You're going to stay with him!" I finished her sentence angrily, turning away from her. She grabbed my hand. "No Michael I didn't say that!" she said pleadingly. "But we still need this job, and remember people still think you're my cousin. It would look weird if I didn't see him at all." "Yeah, you're right," I said bitterly. "They'd think it was strange if you didn't spend all your time with your boyfriend. I'm just your cousin, and he's the man you love." "Michael, please, let's not get into this now," she begged. "We've had such a good time, it's been good for us. I promise I'll still be with you most of the time. I'll be with Tony just enough for appearances, I promise." We looked at each other for long moments, and then I finally gave her a reluctant nod. She gave me an encouraging smile. "Let me go see what he's doing here, and I'll be right back," she said. She kissed me, pressed my hand in hers, and then left. I suspected she wouldn't return soon, and she didn't. A couple of hours later, Sophie stopped by again to pick up Jen's bathing suit (she'd been wearing a top and shorts). "She said it was a pink one – oh, here it is," Sophie said rummaging through Jen's luggage. "Why'd she send you, is she too busy fucking Tony to come get it herself?" Sophie must not have noticed the anger and bitterness in my voice, because she laughed. "I guess so. Tony wasn't supposed to be here, but I guess a week away from your wife's cute butt was too much for him." Then she looked at me and saw the hurt in my face. "Michael, are you okay?" she asked concerned. "You're not okay, are you?" she said as I turned away. "I thought you liked this --- lifestyle," she said to my back. "I mean, it surprised me because you always seemed so uptight – no offense – but I thought you liked it. In fact, I thought you were really into it." "Maybe I did like it, until she fell in love with him," I blurted out angrily. Sophie looked startled, and confused. "Michael, I don't think –" I held out my hand to stop her from saying anything more. I didn't want her sympathy. I didn't want to hear her say "Sure she loves Tony, but she still loves you too." After all, she was the one who called him Desirable #1. She was probably happy that Jen was finally with someone she deserved, with someone worthy of a fellow popular. "Please, just leave," I said. "Okay, well, then, I guess I'll bring this to Jen," she said hesitantly holding the bikini. I gave her a "whatever" shrug, and opened the mini-bar to start drinking. The next morning I was awakened by a soft hand on my cheek. "Hi sleepyhead," Jen said. She kissed my lips. "I'm sorry I didn't get back yesterday. It got complicated." "Yeah, I guess love is like that," I said sarcastically, noticing she wore the pink bikini. "We need to talk, but not now," she said, and then quickly put a finger on my lips to stop me from replying. "Shhhhhh," she said kissing my lips. She pulled the covers off and took me in her mouth. I'd already been half hard, and I got rigid as soon as I felt her soft tongue on my shaft. She sucked me for a few moments, kneeling on the bed between my legs. She stopped, took off her bottoms – it was no more effort than pulling the strings at each hip – and then straddled me, using her hand to guide me inside her. She felt loose and wet, making it clear Tony had just fucked her, and she'd obviously let him cum inside her. Did she always let him cum inside her now? It surprised me he hadn't knocked her up yet. "Go ahead, tell me what you did with him!" I growled, my lust growing despite my hurt and bitterness. "Tell me how much you loved fucking him, how much you loved his big cock stretching your pussy! Go ahead and tell me!" "Not this time," Jen said softly, shaking her head, her long blonde hair swaying from side to side. "Just you and me this time, no one else." "Why?" I shouted angrily, tearing off her top. "Are you going to deny those are Tony's bite marks on your tits? Are you going to deny those are his hickeys on your neck?" I rolled her over onto her back and pounded her hard. Despite everything, despite my self-loathing, talking about them together got me more excited, and I slammed into her again and again, getting close to my orgasm. "Tell me how he loves kissing you! Tell me how he loves your tits, and how he loves your legs! Tell me! Tell me, damn it, tell me!" Jen didn't respond to my rants, but she also knew I was close. "Go ahead and cum inside me," she urged, wrapping her long legs around me. "Oh, I get it, you let your boyfriend cum in you, so what the heck, you'll let me do it too," I thought bitterly to myself. "Well forget it, I don't need your sympathy." Just as my orgasm hit, I pulled out, and came on her stomach. She looked confused and hurt, and a tear welled in her eye. But I didn't care. "So are you going back to him now?" "No, I'm not," she said, wiping away a tear. "But Michael, remember today I've got to go to one of the BBM seminars." Yeah, right, how convenient. "Okay, whatever," I said dismissively. Jen hesitated, looking distressed. I was hurting and I didn't care if she saw it. She got into the shower and dressed. She looked incredible of course, her hair up with a pretty bow, lipstick making her lips gleam, a thin sundress that ended way above her knees, and Jimmy Choo high heels with two thin straps (one over her pedicured toes and another around her slim ankles) that really showed off her small pretty feet. She saw the scowl on my face, and answered my unspoken suspicion. "Michael, I'm not wearing this for Tony. Remember, the seminar ends at lunch and you and I are going out after to that restaurant in town we saw the other day, I'm wearing this for you. I almost believed her until I saw her stuff a bikini in a bag. She saw my look and sighed in frustration. "I have to go to a pool lunch after the seminar, but I'm not going to eat there, and I'll be back right after that, I promise." I turned back to the TV, pretending to watch ESPN. "I promise," Jen repeated kissing my cheek, but I didn't bother to respond, having been on the receiving end of too many broken promises from her. I heard her sigh again, and then I heard the click click of her high heels as she walked across the room and left. I knew she wouldn't be back, but for some reason I wanted to see for myself. So at lunch I walked over to the main resort building. From one of the restaurants I was able to look over the pool. All the populars were there, and I quickly found Jen. She was easy to spot. Despite everything, I couldn't help noticing how incredible she looked. She'd changed out of the sundress and put on a white bikini that really set off the tan she'd gotten the last few days. The bikini was tiny. The material could have fit in a child's hand. It covered everything, but just barely, giving the impression that at any moment some private part of her would be revealed, which of course meant she attracted the attention of every male eye (and more than a few envious female eyes). I remembered how she had bought it special for this trip, for me, and thought bitterly how she was now wearing it for Tony. Of course, Jen and Tony were together, like the happy couple they were. She laid down on a lounge chaise on her stomach, and Tony said something to her. She replied and he laughed, making the people around them laugh. Then he picked up the suntan lotion and squirted some on her back. He rubbed it in, at one point stopping to untie the bottom strap of her top. Jen said something to him, and he laughed again and gave her a slap on her butt. Then Tony rubbed lotion on her legs, and then he moved to her butt, and as he did he bunched the material of her bottoms into her butt crack, so it looked like she was wearing a thong bikini, and he rubbed lotion on her practically naked ass. Jen playfully pushed his hands away and impishly nudged him in the ribs, then got up (taking care to re-tie her top and fix her bottoms), and then walked quickly away, followed closely by Tony. No doubt, they were going back to his room to fuck some more. Jen stopped to talk to Sophie. They probably were giggling over the hard fucking Jen was about to get. Then Jen left, with her boyfriend following close behind. No doubt they'd be fucking within the next 5 minutes, assuming they could wait that long to get back to Tony's room. I went back to my room and packed. There was no reason for me to stay. But when I called I found out the next flight wasn't until the morning, so I was stuck here for the evening. Then I remembered Jen talking to Sophie, and realized what they had talked about. Jen had told Sophie to come see me and give me some excuse why she'd be late. Well, fuck that, I didn't need to hear her lies, I'd seen it myself. I took my suitcase and left. I went into town and walked around, killing time. Then I went to a bar. It had a view of the ocean, and I stared into it, feeling numb. The sun went down, and the view was so incredible it brought me out of my stupor, if only for a few moments. You know how it is, when something strikes you like that, and you forget where you are, and what's going on in your life? Well, at that moment, I thought how great it would be if Jen was there next to me, because we always liked watching sunsets together, holding hands, sipping wine, just being next to each other, not talking, just comfortable and feeling good in each other's company. Then I snapped out of it, remembered where I was, where Jen was and who she was with, and realized there wouldn't be any more sunsets for us. Losing My Wife Ch. 02 The bartender came by and I guess he saw the tear running down my cheek, and he offered to buy me a free one. He poured it, and I drank, and then I told him the story, everything, from Jen getting the job at BBM and me pretending to be her cousin, all the way to right now, me sitting here in his bar. He was a nice guy, and he let me get it all out, and he patted my shoulder when the tears came, and finally he let me crash for a few hours on the couch in his office. The next morning when I woke up, this kind bartender was there with a cup of coffee, and he drove me to the airport and wished me good luck. I don't know, you meet people sometimes, they're in and out of your life, but he was a friend when I really needed a friend. I got to the airport and checked in, and then walked over to the gate. I sat down and closed my eyes, still numb, not wanting to think about what I'd lost, what I was going to do next. "You were going to leave without me?" I hear a quivering voice say, and I opened my eyes. It was Jen. She was dressed in the sundress from yesterday. "I went back to the room after lunch, just like I promised. But you were gone, and your suitcase was gone. I've been waiting for you here all night." "Jen, no more lies, okay?" I said. I was still shocked to see her here, but it was too little, too late. I wasn't going to let her use her charms on me anymore. Sex couldn't cure every problem, life wasn't like that. "Before I left I saw you at the pool, fooling around with Tony. Maybe you did go back to the room, but it was after you fucked him." She shook her head. "If you were at the pool, you must have seen me yell at him and walk away from him." "No, I saw you let him practically undress you in front of everyone, that's what I saw!" I said angrily. "Michael, that's not what happened," she protested, grabbing my arm as I turned away. "Yes, he did do that, and I got so mad at him I punched him. Didn't you see that?" "No, I – " I started. But then I replayed the scene at the pool in my mind, and realized that might have been what had happened. "Yeah, well, what about the night before? You spent the night with him, you can't deny that." "Michael, I was furious at Tony yesterday for showing up!" "Yeah right," I said bitterly. "So furious you let him fuck your brains out. Don't deny it! And you let him cum in you! Then you tried to make yourself feel better by offering me the same thing! How do you think that made me feel?" Jen pressed her palms against her eyes in frustration. "Okay, I admit it, we did fuck, and then I was so tired I fell asleep there. But that doesn't mean I wasn't mad at him! If you really want me to say it, I will. I like sex, Michael, it scares me sometimes how much I like it. I can't help myself sometimes. You must realize this by now. Sometimes I think I'm a nymphomaniac, something comes over me, and I can't control myself. So even though I was mad at Tony, I still fucked him." I stared at my wife, dumbfounded. I'd been focusing so much on myself, on my own uncontrollable urges, I hadn't realized she might have some of her own. Sure, I knew she liked sex, that was obvious, but I'd never considered she might be an addict for sex, just like I was an addict for seeing her with other men. "You let him cum in you – " "I didn't!" she protested, grabbing my hands again. "I didn't let him cum inside me! The only time I let him do that was that very first time, when you watched, and honestly, mostly the reason I let him do it was because you were watching. I admit we did it again right before I woke you up yesterday." Her eyes cast downward, ashamed. "Sometimes I can't stand myself, I'm so ashamed, I can't stand to look in the mirror. I feel like there's something wrong with me. How can I be a mother, and have these urges? I'm scared to death our kids will find out." She looked up at me, tears rolling down her cheeks, and for the first time I noticed her eyes were red. Had she been crying all night? "But you accept me the way I am. You listen to what I do, and you tell me it's okay, and you even like it, so I feel like what I do isn't so terrible, so demented. Yesterday morning, I knew you'd be mad, and I needed you to forgive me, so I wanted you to cum inside me. But then I saw you'd left, your clothes were gone, and I panicked, I had the shakes so bad Sophie had to take me here and stay with me." I looked up and noticed Sophie standing across the room, looking concerned. "Michael, I don't know what I'd do if you left me," she pleaded, crying openly now. "With you I'm a good wife and a good mother, I feel good about myself. Without you I'm not anything, I'm just a slut." God, I wanted to believe her. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and comfort her, and make her stop crying, and tell her she was the most wonderful woman in the whole world. But ... "You fell in love with him," I whispered, my voice cracking with heartache. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry for putting you through all this. But I was confused. In college I was like this, I had these urges. You didn't know, but I was. And then we got married and had kids right away, and the urges went away. I was so happy they were gone, I thought maybe I finally was a normal person. But then they came back, when I started working, going to the happy hours. Remember Darrin? I felt the same way about him, for a little while. Tony was just like Darrin, the feelings just lasted longer. But I'm over him now. Sophie reminded me I was just like this in college. I'd fall head over heels over some guy, but get over it. It's not love, more like how you feel when you go out with someone new and he's the only thing you can think about. But I always get over them, Darrin and Tony and all the other guys. Michael, you're the only man I've never been able to get over. " I felt confused. This was a lot to process all at once. "I don't understand, what are you saying?" She pressed my hand to her tear-stained cheek. "I'm saying Tony is over. And so is Darrin, and all the other men. I'm not going to hurt you any more, you and the kids are the most important things in my life, I'm not going to risk that anymore." "But – these urges you have ..." "I can control them," she said defiantly. "I'm not a girl anymore, I'm a 30 year old woman, I can control my body." I guess I looked skeptical, because I knew how impossible it was for me to control my own urges. "I swear Michael!" she said quickly, seeing the skepticism in my face. "I can control myself! I will!" She pressed my hand against her cheek again. "I just want us to be together, I want it the way it was," she sobbed. "To watch sunsets together," I whispered under my breath. "What?" she said looking up. But I didn't reply. Instead, I took her into my arms, and held tight, not intending to ever let go again. Losing My Wife in a Game of Poker It was one of those situations I had heard about but never believed. Three friends were over at my house playing poker, and I was down about $300. It was a string of bad luck, really. My hands had been good all night, but someone else always had something a little better. Now, I am sitting here with a ace-high flush, the other three guys have gone in, but I do not have enough money to match them. "I am short, guys. Can I put in my watch? Its worth $200." "I don't know," said my friend Lenny. "I already have a watch?" "Well what can I do? I have to play this hand." The guys all smirked, and Lenny said something I never though I would hear. "Bet your wife. If you lose, whoever wins gets to fuck your wife in front of the rest of us." The room suddenly was dead silent as the guys awaited my response. I was stunned, but was confident my hand would win. "Let me ask her," I said. I called Michelle into the room and privately explained the situation to her. Her eyes widened in fear and anger. "We don't have $300 to lose, you moron!" "I know, babe, that's why I need to play this hand and win it back. And then some. If I win we get $1000 tonight!" I showed her my hand, and she was confident enough to agree to the wager. "It better not be Lenny, though. I hate that asshole," she said as I went back to the table. "OK guys," said Lenny. "Just to confirm. If any of us win, we get to fuck Michelle in front of the other three. She will be our sex slave and do as ordered." "It doesn't matter, because my husband is going to win," said Michelle confidently. "Well we'll see about that. Lay them down, boys." John, across from me, laid down two pair, a pretty weak hand given all the money that was on the table. Eric, to my right, put down three kings, better than John but not what I had. I put down my flush, and John and Eric groaned, they would not be fucking my wife. I looked over with confidence at Lenny, but my heart stopped when I saw him smiling. He put down three eights and two sixes. A full house. Beat me by one hand. Michelle screamed "Noooooo!" as Lenny screamed "Hell yes!" He collected his money and put it in his bag, and moved his chair into the corner. He pushed the table against the wall and told me, Eric and John to sit on the opposite side of the room. We all moved over next to Michelle, who was on the verge of tears but was trying to stay strong. Lenny undressed and sat in his chair. "Michelle, do me a favor and strip down to your bra and panties." Michelle stood up, head down, hiding her shame, and started to undo her blouse. As she peeled it off her shoulders, her 34Cs, concealed in her bra, popped into view. I noticed Eric and John shifting in their seats, clearly excited at the sight of her. Michelle continued, lowering her skirt down to her feet and stepping out of them. "Very nice. And obedient! Turn around for me, baby," Lenny said to Michelle. Michelle turned away from him and towards me. She was staring daggers at me, but I was staring at the ground. "Yeah, that won't do. Eric, do me a favor and wedge those panties up her ass a little. I was hoping for a thong, Michelle." Michelle shivered as Eric grabbed her panties and pulled them up her crack. "That's much better. Now get on your knees and crawl over to me," Lenny ordered. Michelle took a deep breath, lowered herself to her knees, and started to crawl over to Lenny, who was jerking his cock to attention. Michelle crawled across the room, her wedgie and ass on display for Eric and John, who were rubbing their cocks in their pants. As Michelle reached Lenny, he told her to stand up. "Now spread your legs," he said. Michelle spread her legs just past shoulder width. "Wider," he ordered. Michelle scooted her legs further apart until Lenny told her to stop. I saw him reach towards her crotch and grab her panties, and I saw Michelle's hands clench tight in discomfort. "Now, bend over at the waist and take my cock in your mouth." Michelle hesitated, so Lenny reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her down to his dick. He grabbed her jaw and forced her mouth open and pushed his dick inside. "Oh yeah, Michelle, your tongue feels so good." In her current position, I could see what Lenny had done to her undies. He had wedged her panties up her pussy, too, so that she had a wedgie on both ends of her taint. Lenny pushed his hand on the back of her head and lowered her head to the base of his cock. With his other hand, he reached forward and started spanking her. He bounced her head up and down with a firm grip on her hair until she was doing it on her own. He then reached both hands towards her panties on either side and gripped them tightly. He pulled them up her ass, and then pulled them the other way, up her pussy. Both ways, he was stimulating her clit and rubbing her asshole, loosening her up and getting her wet. I watched as my wife's head bounced on Lenny's cock with a steady rhythm and listened in horror as I heard her start to moan. Lenny slipped a finger under her wedged panties and into her pussy. "Damn, bitch," he said. "I knew I was going to make you cum, but I didn't think you would get this wet this fast." He pulled her panties far up her ass and leaned forward so that his chest pushed down on the back of her head. Her knees buckled and she screamed around his cock as she tried to resist, but he was in complete control. He raised his chest and pulled her hair until she was off his cock. "Stand up straight," he commanded. My wife stood, facing him, her panties-turned-thong on full display to me, Eric and John. Lenny reached towards her bra and pulled the cups down so that Michelle's nipples sprung into view and her tits pushed up and towards each other. He brought his lips towards her right tit and took her nipple into his mouth. With his right hand he started rubbing her pussy, planting it firmly between her legs and pressing the tips of his fingers up into her hole. I watched in disgust as Michelle tossed her hair back, arched her back and looked up at the ceiling in ecstasy. She moaned and bucked her hips gently against his hands, allowing herself to enjoy this lost bet. Lenny switched to her left tit and started slobbering all over it. After it was wet, he looked up to her face. "Are you ready to get fucked?" Michelle bit on her lower lip and nodded, "mm hm," she said. "Turn around," he said. My wife turned towards me and the guys but kept her head down. Lenny pulled her panties out of her ass and down to her feet. She stepped out of them and Lenny picked them up and held them in his hand. "Back up and put your legs on either side of mine," he ordered. Michelle did as she was told, her pussy spreading slightly for John and Eric to admire. "Good girl," said Lenny. "Now grab my dick and lower your pussy onto it." My wife leaned over and reached her hand between her legs to grab Lenny's cock. Holding it erect, she sat down on it, allowing it to spear her pussy. She was so wet the she slipped down all the way to the base. She gasped out loud in shock and pleasure, and then responded as Lenny grabbed her jaw and pulled her mouth open. As she waited agape, he pushed her panties into her mouth. "You are my slave, and will do as I want. If these panties come out of your mouth, your husband owes me one thousand dollars. Got it?" Michelle nodded silently, her eyes clenched tight to lessen the embarrassment. As Michelle tasted her ass and pussy-stained panties on her tongue, Lenny grabbed her ass and lifted her up and down his cock. This was a position that we used to do in college, but for the last ten years it has been nothing but missionary and the occasional doggie. But she did not forget how to ride a cock, and she started bouncing her knees, lifting her torso straight up and down. "Finger your clit, babe. Get yourself off," said Lenny. Staring straight down, avoiding eye contact, Michelle started rubbing her clit. Her pussy was already sopping wet, and a sound akin to a boot stuck in mud began to echo through the basement. That sound began to mix with the sound of Michelle's moans and groans, and the firm but mild slapping of her ass on Lenny's thighs. After a few minutes, Michelle started to accelerate her bouncing, and Lenny could tell she was on the verge of cumming. He put his hands on her shoulder blades and pushed her up his cock but would not let her come back down. "Stay!" he insisted. Michelle tried to hold this position, her knees slightly bent, the tip of Lenny's cock nestled comfortably just inside her hole. I watched in concern as Lenny put his middle finger into his mouth and lubricated it with saliva. He removed it from his mouth and pressed it against her asshole. Michelle's eyes went wide as she realized what he as doing and screamed into her pantie gag as he pushed in up to his second knuckle. He hooked it inside her sphincter and commanded her again. "Sit!" Michelle lowered herself back down, pushing his seven inches back into her pussy. She started bouncing again, Lenny keeping his finger impaled in her ass as she moved. Michelle reached her hands behind her back and planted them on Lenny's shoulders for leverage. As she found balance, she started to bounce faster again. Lenny seemed to wait for her to approach climax before deterring her. Once he felt her get wetter and noticed her start to moan again, he repositioned his wrist so that his middle finger was pointing straight up. As Michelle raised up she didn't notice the change, and when she slammed down on his cock his finger shot straight up her ass to the hilt. "MMMMMMMMPHHH," my wife screamed as pain seared through her ass, still slightly muffled by the panties in her mouth. "Come on, bitch. You are so close! Cum for me," Lenny taunted as he impaled her pussy and ass. Because she had her hands behind her, Lenny reached in front of her and started to maul her clit with three fingers. "Still sopping wet," said Lenny. "What a whore." With the finger in the ass, the slightest movement caused her to jump, and he knew it. He jabbed slightly upward, making her rise up, and then pushed her down with the hand in her pussy. Eric and John laughed and pounded fists in enjoyment at my wife being manhandled. I shifted in my chair and shook my head in frustration as I heard my wife start to moan again. Lenny could sense that she was approaching orgasm again, and this time he was going to let her. I watched in disgust as her pussy clasped tightly around his dick and slid up and down. Lenny had two fingers spreading her pussy lips apart and a third vigorously assaulting her clit. There was sweat glistening on her stomach and tits, which were giggling in her bra, nipples poking out the top. Michelle slammed down on his dick, but instead of rising up again, she swiveled her hips around, rocking the cock inside her like a pendulum. With Lenny rubbing her clit hard, she came, gasping around her gag and breathing quickly and deeply. Her breasts swelled out towards her audience and quickly moved back and forth as air moved in and out of her lungs. As her movements slowed to a halt, Lenny grabbed her bra and ripped it apart. Michelle laid back against his chest and enjoyed the post-orgasm state as Lenny fondled her tits. Her eyes were shut and her head fell back against his shoulder. "Lets go, bitch. We are far from done," said Lenny. He pushed Michelle forward and she stood in front of him. He grabbed her hair and led her over to the poker table and bent her over it. He positioned her so that her bare ass and pussy faced me and my friends. "Spread your cheeks, NOW!" he ordered. Michelle reached her hands towards her ass and spread it apart for him. He leaned over and spit right into her spread asshole, and Michelle braced for the inevitable. She had hoped that he would just finger her ass, but she now knew he was going to take her anal cherry. I would have been mad ten minutes ago, but now that she had cum and seemed to be enjoying herself, I didn't care if she got what was coming to her. Lenny spit again and pushed the tip of his cock against her sphincter. He pushed forward with a hard and steady pace. Michelle kept spreading her ass as the assault continued, obedient in fear that we would have to pay $1000 that we didn't have. As Lenny pushed the head of his dick past her sphincter, Michelle screamed past her pantie gag. "Don't tell me your husband never fucked this tight little asshole," said Lenny. "I really am the lucky winner." He put his hands on Michelle's and forced them to spread her cheeks even wider and leaned forward, pushing all of his weight against her asshole. He was able to push his dick more than half way in. My wife raised her calves off the ground, her legs bending at the knees, and her toes curled tight, indicating the tension she was experiencing. Lenny started working his way out of her ass and back inside again, slowly getting more and more of his cock up her butt. When he was all but an inch from balls deep inside her, he pulled out until just his head was inside, and jammed forward with all his strength. He bottomed out, and Michelle knew he had when he felt his hairy balls rub against her taint and pussy. In celebration of working his cock into my wife's asshole, Lenny left in buried inside her, wiggling it around to try to loosen it a bit more. My wife squirmed, her legs still bent at the knees and in clear discomfort. Lenny spit again, allowing a string of saliva to extend from his lips to the base of his cock. Once there, he again started moving in and out of her asshole with more ease. He spat twice more, lubricating his dick well enough to glide in and out. Michelle lowered her feet back to the ground...she apparently was growing accustomed to the dick in her ass. After he could fuck her ass as easy as he could her pussy, Lenny hooked his right arm under her right elbow and grabbed her left elbow with his right hand. In this fashion, he could control both of her arms behind her back with his one arm He shoved deep into her ass again, and pulled her up off the table with his right arm. He backed up, pulling her with him, and spun her around 180 degrees. They were now facing us, standing in the middle of the room. Michelle's head was hanging low with her hair blocking her face, but that would not work for Lenny. He gripped her hair and pulled it back, revealing her face and craning her neck towards him. Lenny began rocking in and out of her with great force. Her tits were bouncing furiously as her body rocked from each thrust. She wanted to hold them so it would not hurt so much, but Lenny had locked her hands behind her back. Her face was stained with makeup as there had been tears running down her cheeks when Lenny popped her anal cherry. But they had dried, and despite her hair being pulled, the look on her face was not all together painful. Lenny let go of her hair and started fingering her pussy again. "Dude," he said to me. "You gotta try this some time. Not only does her asshole feel great around my cock, but she seems to like it. Her cunt is still wet!" I looked up at her face to see her reaction, and she was looking at me with a sorry expression. He was telling the truth. "I will prove it," he said. "Watch me make your wife cum in the next minute." He unhooked her arms and reached around her chest. He clenched onto her left tit with his right hand, leaving his right arm under her right tit to prevent it from bouncing so much. This eased the strain on her chest, and she could enjoy his fingers a little more. He kept humping into her as he rubbed her clit, and I listened in disbelief as my wife started moaning like a whore again. "Uh. Uh. Uh. Ah. Ah. Ah. Oh. My. God!" escaped from her mouth despite her gag. This encouraged Lenny to go faster and faster with both his dick and his fingers. I saw Michelle's legs start to quiver and buckle and brace for then inevitable. Again, she came, falling back against Lenny and pushing his dick all the way up her anal passage. Lenny wiped his fingers clean on her stomach and pulled out of her ass. "On your knees," he said. Michelle turned around and lowered herself to her knees in front of him. He pulled the panties out of her mouth and pushed his dick inside. "Clean it up, bitch." Michelle started sucking his cock clean and Lenny pulled her panties tight and placed them against the back of her head. With them, he pulled Michelle further down his cock until his head was hitting the back of her throat. He concentrated very hard on not cumming, biting his lip and staring up towards the ceiling. Obviously, it was not just the physical pleasure, but the visual and mental stimulation of owning my wife that had him on the verge of orgasm. He backed out of Michelle's mouth and said "Don't forget the balls." He lifted his dick and thrust his pelvis towards her waiting mouth. He dipped is balls inside, and Eric and John's jaws dropped as they watched her tea bag him. Her tongue whipped around his hard scrotum, tickling each ball one at a time. He then grabbed her chin and forehead, pried her mouth open and told her to stare up at him. "Stick out your tongue," he ordered, and she obeyed. I noticed that she seemed to be obeying with less reluctance, responding quicker whenever he demanded something of her. With her mouth agape and tongue extended, Lenny slid the base of his cock between her lips, cleaning the insides of her ass off of him. Michelle took it like a slut. "Now, get on all fours," he told her. She quickly pounced into position and awaited his next move. He stood over her ass with a foot on either side, her ass facing us, him facing us. He smirked as he balled up her panties and pushed them towards her sphincter. He shoved them into her asshole, stimulating her and pushing her cheeks apart for their audience. He then sat upright on the floor in front of her, legs extended, and told her to straddled his cock again. Michelle raised herself back up on her knees and spread her legs on either side of his. She scooted up the length of his legs until her tits were at his face. He then reached around her, grabbed her ass and lowered her pussy onto his dick again. My wife automatically started bouncing up and down on his cock, her juices glistening on his dick in no time. Lenny grabbed her tits as they bounced, and brought them to his lips. He clamped his teeth onto her nipple, extending it and hardening it in a matter of seconds. Once they were both firm, he pinched them and tweaked them around, like he was tuning a radio. Michelle responded to this by wrapping her arms around his back. My embarrassment grew as I watched them start to kiss. It was unbelievable. He had degraded her in front of my friends, he had deflowered her ass, and he had made her cum twice, and although she hated him until about an hour ago, she was now willingly kissing him passionately. Their mouths wide open, their tongues extended, they went at each other like rabbits in heat. Michelle bucked wildly on his dick as he brought her close to her third orgasm of the night. Lenny grabbed onto the panties that were shoved up her ass and slowly pulled them out. Then, with two fingers pushed them back in. In and out. In and out. The unusual form of double penetration made her really tight, and it was clear that they were both about to cum. I could not watch, afraid of the prospect of Lenny cumming inside by wife. "OK, I'm ready," said Lenny. "Get up." Michelle lifted her waist until she was off his dick. Lenny stood and carried her back to the table. "Lie on your back," he commanded. She did as she was told. He grabbed her beneath her armpits and pulled her back on the table until her head was hanging off it. Losing My Wife in a Game of Poker "Spread your legs," he said. "We have an audience, don't forget." Michelle spread her legs as wide as they could go, opening her pussy up for Eric and John and myself. Lenny pushed his dick back into her mouth and started face fucking her. At the same time, he reached forward and dipped three fingers into her pussy and started stroking it. With his free hand, he clamped down on her left tit and squeezed it hard. Michelle gripped his ass as he plowed into her mouth, and that sent him over the edge. He jammed his dick as far as it would go down her throat. His balls fell on her nose and choked her a little, and her convulsions made her hyper-sensitive. He rocked her spread pussy with three fingers, trying to make her cum in time with his own ejaculation. He watched as her hips bounced up off the table, pushing her pussy against his fingers even harder. As she thrashed to meet him, he knew she was about to cum. He pulled his dick out of her mouth and ordered her to start stroking it. She did not need to be told. She stroked his cock with her left hand and grabbed his right hand with her own and pushed it further up her pussy. They rubbed her pussy together, her hips still thrusting up into their hands, putting her right on the brink of orgasm. Lenny released her tit with his left hand and waved Eric and John over to the table. I was so stunned by the show that I had not noticed that they had both whipped their cocks out and were jerking them to hard erections. "Yeah baby, make yourself cum," said Lenny. He grabbed both of her tits and thrust his dick in and out of her mouth, her cheeks extending in either way depending on which way he pushed into her. She thrashed against the table with so much force he through she was going to break it, so he pushed her stomach down until she was flat on her back. He noticed how sweaty she was and how wet her hands were as she fingered herself, and he felt himself ready to cum. "Yeah. Yeah! Yessss!" he screamed as she jerked his dick an he ejaculated onto her face. She held her mouth open and let some of his cum land in her mouth as she fingered herself to her third orgasm of the night. Her knees instinctively clenched together as she came, and then she felt something she wasn't expecting. John stroked his cock onto her spread pussy, her ass and the back of her legs. Lenny put his hand on her chin and kept her head facing downward so she couldn't protest. Eric, standing at her side, shot his load all over her midsection, from her belly button to her tits. A few drops landed on her left arm as she raised it to block him. The three men backed away from her, but Michelle continued to lay sprawled on the table, cum-stained, sweaty and legs spread. She idly played with her tits and wiped her hands through the cum on her body. Eric and John put their dicks back in their pants, thanked Lenny, and left. Lenny pulled Michelle back towards the center of the table so her calves hung over the edge and her head was lying flat again. He grabbed her hair and looked into her cum-covered face. "Whenever you want to do that again, you just give me a call. You are one fucked-up slut!" Michelle could not muster a reply, and simply laid there in a state of euphoria. Lenny put his clothes on and walked towards the door, stopping to pat me on the shoulder. "Thanks, man. You are a lucky guy," he said, chuckling as he walked up the stairs. I followed him up the stairs and saw him out, and started to return to the basement. But I could hear my wife panting heavily, and I decided I could not face her tonight. I went to bed, alone, tossing and turning, playing the evening over and over again in my head. I doubt our lives will ever be the same again. Losing My Wife So over the next six months I watched my love, my companion, turn into a shell of the person I fell in love with. She's still in there, and every once in a while she'd reappear. Stacy put on a good show out in public and around the rest of the family. But at home the truth was always there... My lover, the woman that sighed at my touch, the woman that would reach over and grope me and even think about giving me a blow job while driving was gone. Once in a while she would make a remark that made me think that maybe, just maybe she was coming back to me... I reached out to touch her, lightly stroking her cheek, letting my fingers trail down her cleavage now covered by her frilly top, remembering when I would have been stroking bare skin and rolling her nipple between my fingers... Stacy's eyes came open, realized where my hands were, and got up out of bed in a hurry heading for the bathroom and her pile of clothes. "Morning dear, ready to hit the garden today? We have a lot of weeding to do..." rambling on as she hitched up her heavily padded bra, designed to hide and flatten those beauties, doing all she could to make them sag and get her nipples pointed to the floor. 'It's not appropriate for a woman my age to be seen with her nipples standing out,' she would say if I said anything about it, so a few years ago I quit saying it. Hell, I'd settle for them just coming out to play every once in a while. FUCKING MENOPAUSE!