1 comments/ 312942 views/ 18 favorites My Beautiful Wife By: Omega12 This is a revision of my story first posted in 2003 called My Beautiful Wife How is it possible for a dream to turn into a nightmare? The Dream I married my childhood sweetheart. Kathy was the only girl I ever wanted, in fact the only girl I ever dated. I would best describe her as a petite sexy blond. Her long honey blond hair framed her innocent looking little girl face. She was 20 years old when I married her but her big green eyes, the way she would often bite her lower lip, and the way she would giggle made her seem more like 15. Every guy in college was after her, but she did not date much. Rumor had it that her two ex boyfriends had both raped her. She liked me because I was shy. I got goodnight kisses from her but she let me know she was not interested in sex until she married. Soon after I graduated and found a job we did marry. For five months I was living the American dream; I had a new wife, a new job, and a new house. Then disaster struck. Nightmare One The recession had struck suddenly and deeply. Only a month ago Kathy and I attended a Christmas party at my boss's place. All employees had received a Christmas bonus and to celebrate everyone was invited to the party, and brought their husbands or wives. That was my first mistake, letting my lecherous boss see my pretty wife. Frank was about 50 years old. He had been married and divorced twice. I liked my job, though Frank often made it more difficult with his arrogant demanding ways. The night of the party he came to our table and after being introduced to Kathy spent a good part of the next hour dancing with her. I didn't mind that part because I don't care much for dancing and Kathy loves it. When he came again to get Kathy to dance she said, "It's my husband's turn." On the dance floor she told me my boss kept trying to feel her up and he talked dirty to her. "What did he say?" "During the last dance he said I would look good on my knees in front of him sucking him off. The previous dance he tried to get me to go to his bedroom with him. I know he is trying to seduce me." I was angry but he is my boss, so I tell her to just refuse the next time he asks her to dance. At the same table with us sat Charles, a co-worker hired about the same time as I, and his wife Diane. When Kathy refused my boss's next dance request, he got annoyed but went to Diane and asked her. "I hope you are not a stuck-up bitch like Kathy is?" He was even more obnoxious with Charles' wife than he had been with mine; he would French kiss her and feel her ass through her miniskirt. We all had a lot to drink by this time but at one point he made her put her hand on his cock and held it tight while he jerked her hand up and down on his cock. The next dance he backed Diane against a wall and dry humped her. I couldn't stay quiet any longer. "Don't you see what he is doing to your wife? How can you put up with that?" "He is just having a good time, besides what can I do; he is my boss too you know." Maybe it was because they are both black that he thought he could get away with that. I had to admit though, that Diane was a young pretty black girl in her sexy white mini dress. That was a month ago and now I was called into my boss's office. He told me that the recession was cutting into his profit so to reduce costs he had to let me or Charles go. The remaining one would have to pick up the slack. This would mean working every Saturday and 3 nights a week without any extra pay. I did not like the idea, but with the recession in full bloom my chances of getting a job elsewhere were small so I accepted and unfortunately so had Charles. Since we both had agreed to work overtime with no pay, Frank said he would give the job to whoever wanted it the most. His plan was for each of us to invite him to our home for dinner. As a bachelor, he liked pretty girls making a fuss over him, so each of our wives should wear something sexy and cook him a good dinner. Whoever showed the most appreciation would get the job. I did not like the sound of "something sexy" and neither did my wife but we agreed. The night of the dinner he showed up a half-hour late and I could tell he had been drinking. Kathy did not wear a mini skirt as she said she did not want him feeling her up the way he did at the Christmas party. She did wear a blouse with the top two buttons undone and no bra so he could see her breasts when she bent over to serve him. He had a great time but Kathy and I were constantly embarrassed. He continually ogled her and made lewd slurping noises as he stared at her. He told me I should call him sir from now on to show some respect, and if he said kiss my ass I should say which cheek. He thought it was a funny joke, and I felt like telling him what he could do with his job, but I had a mortgage to pay and a new wife to look after. After dinner he made Kathy sit on the love seat with him while we watched a porno movie he brought. I sat on the recliner chair on the other side of the living room near the kitchen. He said I should bring them drinks to show I was a good host. After my first trip to the kitchen I noticed he had turned off all the lights. The only light came from the TV. He called me boy and kept me running bringing them refills and snacks. It was like he was going out of the way to humiliate me in front of my wife. It was worse for Kathy; since the lights were off it was extremely difficult to see but he may have been feeling up my wife. Every once in a while I would hear her say in her soft voice, "stop that" or "don't make me do that," but after a while I think she just gave up and let him do what he wanted. Later I heard him say, "Now that was good; that's the way I like you to show me respect." It was so dark I could not see what my wife did, nor was I sure I wanted to know. I breathed a sigh of relief when he finally left about eleven. Kathy was mad. "How could you just sit there? He practically fucked me right in front of you and all you did was bring him liquor." That night I had to sleep in the guest bedroom. Three days later I was called into his office once again. "I have made up my mind and you are history. You can't match the offer Diane and Charles gave me, so consider this your one week's notice and clean out your desk by Friday." I started to panic. "But wait, you didn't even give us a chance to match their offer. I'm sure we would agree to whatever they did." "OK, I'll give you one chance because I prefer white women to black. If you agree to everything they did the job is yours. You already know your part; work every Saturday and 3 nights a week with no extra pay. Kathy will come to my home every Friday afternoon, cook my dinner and have it ready for me when I get home from the office. After dinner she will act as hostess for my guests if I have any, otherwise she will be my maid. She will stay overnight at my place so she can get up early Saturday morning and clean my house, do my washing and ironing, make my breakfast and lunch and then she can go home sometime during the afternoon. That should not be a problem for you because you work every Saturday anyway. That bastard; he was playing one couple off against the other. I did not think Kathy would go for it but I had to try, otherwise there goes my job, my house, and probably my wife as I would be a husband that could not support her. At first she flatly refused saying she would rather go back and live with her parents. I kept pleading with her saying, "I'll start looking for another job right away and as soon as I have a job offer I'll quit; probably won't take more than a month." "So are you saying you don't mind him having sex with me?" she asked. "He won't lay a hand on you. I'll make sure he understands that. You are there as a maid only." "You are so naïve," Kathy sighed. So I kept my job under the new circumstances. Three nights a week I worked until nine at night only to come home to a cold supper. Then Kathy suggested I eat out those nights. It was only later I found out she was cooking his meals those nights also. There were other changes in Kathy; she used to be perky and full of fun, now she seemed sad and withdrawn. It seamed like she was mad at me most of the time and our sex life went down the tubes. Saturdays used to be our big night. We often went out to dinner and a movie, but now she was getting home later and later, until one night it must have been after eleven and I could smell liquor on her breath. I was annoyed. "What have you been doing that made you so late?" That let out all the pent up anger she had been holding. "You are not worried about me; all you are worried about is your stupid job. Why else would you let your boss fuck me whenever he likes and make me do other degrading things? You are so clueless; why do you think I am not giving you any sex? Your boss wants to be the only one getting into my pussy. What do you think he does every Friday and now on about two other occasions during the week? It pleases him that he is fucking your wife while you work at his office for no pay. "He is going to cancel the office cleaning contract and make you do that also. He likes the fact that he gets all the sex from me he wants while you get none. Remember last Saturday when he called you at work? I was licking his balls and sucking his cock while he talked to you on the phone. I am not a maid, I am a sex slave. He spanks me because it gives him a hard-on. I let him suck my breasts until they are sore because he likes doing that. He makes me suck his toes and lick his asshole because degrading me turns him on, and all because you want to hang on to your job." "I had no idea this was going on. I will see him first thing in the morning and tell him I quit; also that I am going to report him to the police." When I confronted him in his office he just smirked. "I like this arrangement. When I proposed this to Charles and Diane they both said no. I only told you they had agreed so that you would also. This will end when I get tired of fucking your wife, so until then you just keep on doing what you do now. I also have one extra job for you. I want you to clean the office every night before you go home. "As to quitting, if you try and quit I'll have you arrested and sent to prison for embezzlement. I have already cooked the books to make it look like you are stealing from me. So go back to your desk and get to work. I am not paying you to argue with me." I quit on the spot, walking out and slamming the door as I went. The next day there was a knock on the door; it was the police. "I have a warrant for your arrest on the charge of embezzlement. Please come with me." NIGHTMARE 2 It all happened so quickly. At the trial, even though I had a lawyer, the evidence presented by my boss's lawyer convinced the judge, and I was sentenced to two years in the state prison. I was not even allowed to kiss my wife as I was led away in handcuffs. The rest is kind of a blur, transported to prison in an armored van; I was fingerprinted, issued a prison outfit and assigned to a cell. My cell mate was a big black guy doing 5 years for armed robbery. He had only 6 months left so he would be out before me even if I got time off for good behavior. He knew all the ropes and seamed to have pull with the prison guards, plus he was built like a gorilla. I didn't want to mess with him and he knew it. I got paid 3 dollars a day for working in the prison laundry and all prisoners got 2 cigarettes each day. Jason, my cellmate, took my money and cigarettes each day. He called it payment for protection. I don't smoke so cigarettes meant nothing to me but some money would have been nice to buy stuff like books, candy and newspapers in the prison store. However, I did not want anything to interfere with my time off for good behavior, nor did I want to get beat up by Jason. After the first month we were allowed visitors once a week and conjugal visits every two weeks. I eagerly awaited Kathy's first visit even if it was in a big room with other prisoners and watching guards. We were escorted into a large room and sat at a table, and then the visitors were allowed in to sit on the other side, with guards watching to ensure nothing was passed to the prisoners. Kathy was easily the most stunning visitor. She wore a mini skirt and open V-neck blouse. Her blond hair shimmered in the artificial light and her saucy walk made me ache for her. My first question was how she was doing? "I had to move in with your old boss. Frank got a court order to seize our house and sell it. He threatened to report me to the police as a prostitute unless I moved in with him. I had no source of income, but I didn't want to be arrested either so I did. There was nothing else I could do. We now live together. He likes to humiliate me by making me sleep with some of his customers, or he gives me to one of his salesmen for the night as a reward for top sales, and he fucks me about twice a week. Frank gets off on making me suck his cock and lick his balls. He makes me talk dirty to him and if I don't say it with conviction he slaps my face." So my nightmare continues. I'm in jail while my ex boss, who put me here, sleeps with my wife. However, she has forgiven me and agreed to come next week for our first conjugal visit. Back in my cell Jason wanted to know who the blond was and how a dork like me could get a girl like that. It seems single guys like Jason, if they had the right connections could get a girlfriend to come for their conjugal visits which took place in one of several cabins, all in a row near the back wall of the prison. "Maybe we should trade. I'll fuck your wife and you can fuck my women," I thought nothing more about it until one night just after lights out Jason said, "The price of protection just went up. Either we trade next week or I remove my protection. Do you know what happens to people like you in prison with no protection? We stretch your asshole with a wooden plug so you can take all the cocks that are going to be stuffed up your ass. You become an excellent cock-sucker because you are going to get so much practice. By the time you get out of here you won't be able to get a hard-on, and the only sex you will want will not be from your wife, but from her boyfriend. I'll give you a half hour to get your wife to agree to the trade or you are on your way to becoming a pansy. At first I said no way, but the more I thought about it, what choice did I really have? I could even die in prison if I did not go along, so reluctantly I told Jason I would try and talk her into it. NIGHTMARE 3 Kathy looked shocked when I told her yet she did not put up as much of a fuss as I expected. The arrangement made was, I was to bring Kathy next door to the cabin where Jason was, then return to my cabin with his girl. Entering his cabin the first thing I saw was Jason lounging on the bed wearing only a robe, open in front, showing his half hard dick. Kathy's eyes widened when she saw the size of it. Beside him was a fat middle aged black woman. Jason said, "I decided my girlfriend's mother would be a more suitable companion for you. This is Bulah. Why don't you suck her cunt while your wife gives me a blow job as a way of introducing ourselves to each other? Kathy had no fight left in her. She just went over to Jason and got between his knees. Bulah lifted her skirt. She was not wearing anything underneath and her body order was bad. I don't think she has had a shower in days. "Come on boy, show mama a good time. Get busy with that tongue." Fighting nausea I did as she asked. Jason sighed, "Damn your wife is good at that. I like the way she takes it right down her throat and squeezes the end of my cock in her throat. Bulah, take lover boy next door, I want to be alone with this hot bitch." "Get a move on," Bulah said, "and your cock had better be better than your tongue or I'm going to whip your ass." Back in my cabin I could not get a hard-on. She was too fat and she smelled bad. It made her mad and she beat me with her belt, and then made me suck her off again. It was disgusting. Back in the cell Jason was in top spirits. "Your wife is a really good fuck. She agreed to come back and see me in 2 weeks. Maybe I'll take a picture of her sucking me so you will have something to jerk off to. Better yet I think I'll take several pictures of her getting fucked. There are lots of horny guys here like you that get no sex, and would be happy to buy a picture from me. Since she is your wife I'll give you a 20% discount." The following week I told Kathy what Jason planned on doing if she showed up next week. Kathy said Jason told her what he would do to me unless he got her willing co-operation. "Fucking one more guy does not make much difference. Frank has made me go to work for him as his personal secretary, and he makes me dress like a slut. Every Thursday night I spend with the top salesman of the week and if a customer places a big enough order he get me for the weekend. Frank still likes to fuck me twice a week and gets me to suck him off most mornings before he gets out of bed, so what's one more cock?" What could I do, I was trapped between Jason and Frank? My best bet was to do whatever was necessary to get my parole and then get Kathy and move far away from here. Next visitor day I did not even see Kathy as she spent it in the guest cabin with Jason. He did take pictures of her, told her to get them developed, and bring them to me on her next visit. I looked forward to Kathy coming because now I only get to see her once every 2 weeks while Jason gets to fuck her and spend time with her in the cabins on the other week. A month later when I saw her walk in, she looked tired and sad. "I don't know how much more of this I can take. Frank's daughter, Brenda is home from college, and she is a lesbian. To reward her for good marks he has given me to her as her personal maid. I sleep on the floor in her room, that is if I am not called to Frank's room or away entertaining customers or salesmen. She is not only a lesbian but a sadist also. She has a hard rubber club, something like a policeman's club that she beats me with anytime I do something not to her liking. She beats me until I am crying and begging her to stop. This gets her hot and then she makes me suck her off. I spend a lot of time between her legs making her feel good while my knees ache and my tongue gets sore. Each morning I bathe her and brush her hair. I lay out the clothes she wants to wear, clothes that I hand wash, and I help her dress. I wash her hair and her body and whenever she feels like it I suck her off. "She loves torturing me. Her club is shaped like a man's penis, only larger. One of her favorite games is to fuck me with it. Since it makes her hot I end up sucking her to multiple orgasms while I ache from having that thing stuffed up my pussy or even my asshole. I am going to ask Jason if he can help me. I know he has connections on the outside." Knowing Jason I was not sure this was a good idea, but I was in no position to help. Time was up all too quickly so I took the pictures and returned to my cell. Jason had told me not to look at the pictures as he wanted to be the first to see them. Even if I wanted to buy a picture I couldn't because I didn't have any money because Jason took all my money, but he said he would give me the non hard core pornographic ones he took. "They wouldn't bring me much money anyway. The guys will want to see her getting fucked and sucking cock. I took my buddy Rodger along to take pictures of me fucking your wife. That made him horny so I had to let him fuck your wife too. I hope you don't mind?" THE FINAL NIGHTMARE The following visitor's day Jason returned to the cell and he couldn't wait to tell me, "Your wife is going to become one of my whores when I get her away from Frank and his daughter. I have contacted two of my friends on the outside. They are going to pay Frank a visit, rough him up a bit and take Kathy to an apartment I own where she will live with two other girls. The three of them will dance at a club that I am part owner of, the Devil's Hole. It's a strip club with a few cozy rooms upstairs. The girls do lewd dances on stage and the customers can buy $25 tickets from the bar for lap dances. We also use the girls to serve drinks. If a guy wants to get laid he pays the bartender $100 and takes the girl of his choice upstairs for an hour. The girl does not get paid, but a well satisfied customer will usually give the girl a tip. My Beautiful Wife We'd had a small triumph at work and were celebrating with an after hours drink. There were a dozen or so of us around, but I was sitting at the bar with my colleague Jessica, just chatting about this and that. We had worked together a lot in the past, but she'd been on a different project in another city for the past year or so. We caught up on lots of things, and then for some reason got to arguing about what films Morgan Freeman had been in. It was an inconsequentially issue, but this was at the point when the iphone was still good to show off, so I whipped my brand new one out, ostensibly to visit imdb, in reality to show it off. Jessica started cooing after it, but in fact the signal in the cellar bar where we were was terrible so after a minute or too I handed it over to her to persevere/play with while I went to the toilet. I got delayed chatting on the way back, and when I returned she was staring at my phone and looking smug. "Batman Begins," she said triumphantly. "Like I said." "The connection woke up then?" I asked. I tried to change the subject away from her gloating. "Yep, it sped up pretty quickly, so after I'd found you were wrong I had plenty of time to browse the interesting collection of pictures you keep to hand." She smiled, daring me to respond. There was indeed a collection of interesting photos on my phone. "All of the same model? She's pretty hot, but as a porn collection it isn't very varied, is it?" She continued to smile at my discomfort. "She's not a model." I smiled as I thought about it. "She an actuary." Jessica practically spat her drink out in shock. "That's Jan?" "Yep" "How did an ugly bastard like you get such a gorgeous wife?" "My enormous cock and sheer animal magnetism, I guess". "Yeah, right," she replied, clearly not for a second believing either was true. She still had my phone and went back to the pictures. "I don't believe for one second that you're married to a woman who looks likes that. Or someone who ..." She paused and flicked forward a few pictures, ".... who does that." "Believe me, I am, and she does." I hesitated before adding, "and if you hang around another twenty minutes or so you'll meet her - she's picking me up before we go out to eat." "I'll be here. I'm not missing this. I'm going for a piss - if she turns up before I'm back, keep her here." "Or what?" I called as she was heading off. Not that I was going anywhere. She waved my phone triumphantly. "Or I'll add these to Facebook and claim she's my lover" I smiled, and drank my beer. In fact, Jan did turn up while Jessica was still in the bathroom, so I had to explain that my colleague hoped to meet her, and instead of rushing straight off we got some more drinks. In fact, we stayed in the bar for hours, chatting and drinking. The two girls got on like a house on fire, we ate snacks instead of going to dinner, and got happily slaughtered. In bed that night Jan asked said, "You seem very close with Jessica. Do you two have a history?" Jan and I had been married for less than a year, and we hadn't been going out for that long before, so this wasn't an accusation of infidelity. Honesty was the best policy "We had a drunken fumble years ago, and both decided that we'd be rubbish as a couple but great as friends." "She seemed like sex was on her mind" Jan was still smiling. "It's just you with a dirty mind," I laughed. I buried under the duvet and attended to her pussy, making conversation impossible. Following the success we'd had at work, I was immediately sent on a new project to a client 200 miles away. This was going to last a couple of months, which meant the dreaded four nights a week living in a hotel. I hated it, but it's just something you have to live with. The Wednesday of the second week I rang home quite late. It took a while for Jan to answer and she seemed very breathless when she spoke. "What are you doing?" I asked "I'm ..." a small moan stopped her finishing properly " ... in ... mmmm ... bed." "Alone?" "With my battery powered friend, of course. And if you want to buy me a present I'd like one of those Hitachi ones, please" She moaned again. "I miss you." "Make me cum over the phone" "No, I don't think so. I want you to save the biggest load of cum for me on Friday evening. But you can talk dirty to me." I talked her through one of her fantasies, which involve several well endowed males and a video camera. I made the camerawoman female for my own titillation. She teased me about how she'd have them all round next week if I didn't perform properly at the weekend and that she would measure how much cum I produced. If it wasn't enough she'd assume I'd not followed her instruction and have them round on Saturday morning. I asked her to get the laptop so I could watch her cum, but she was too far down the road to go and set it up. After she finished she promised me a good time at the weekend, and again made me agree to save all my cum for her. This kind of thing went on most times I called her, but each time I got more and more suspicious. I became convinced that someone was there with her. I asked her again, and she just built it into her sex talk - how she'd picked him up and brought him home for a shag etc. I was really confused – was this true or not? One Friday I had a meeting at my normal, local office, and bumped into Jessica, who suggested lunch. I knew that she and my wife had met for a coffee a couple of times after being introduced at the bar that day, and hesitantly decided to raise my fears. "Have you seen Jan much while I've been away?", I asked, nonchalantly. "Couple of times we bumped into each other and had a coffee," she said. "Any reason for asking?" "It's just ... " I hesitated, having really no idea how to put this, "well ... oh, nothing." "You're checking up on her! I said she was too hot for you," she smiled, but seeing I was serious she changed her tone. "Andy, I've only met her a few times, and I'd say she's a friend, but I don't know her well, and she's not going to be telling me her deepest secrets. But I'm sure she loves you and that she's not going to jump into bed with some man just because you're out of town a few nights a week." "Yeah, I know. But look, is there any way that you can find a reason to call round one evening and see? Some excuse about dropping round work for me or something?" She tried to talk me out of it, but eventually I persuaded her that if she really did think of Jan as a friend then a harmless deception to remove doubt was the best thing she could do. We set a time for the following Tuesday. I called Jan at nine and she went through a sexy routine. The next day Jessica confirmed that she'd dropped round shortly after and there was no man in sight. But if anything my fears got worse. Now when I called she didn't answer at all, and later gave me increasingly feeble explanations of where she'd been. I really didn't know what to do. I didn't want to openly confront her, but equally couldn't just leave it. But maybe I'd have to. Christmas was coming and the client didn't want us around for a bit, so I was at home for a while. My firm always has a big Christmas do at a top London hotel. This was pre-credit crunch and there was money to burn, and I asked Jan to come shopping for new outfits for both of us. We had a very nice day. I got a great Italian suit, and bought her a fabulous sexy dress. It cost a fortune, but she looked gob smacking in it. It was only when we got home that she realised that she couldn't make it, or at the very least she could only come late, as her own firm's do was the same day. Although we were both invited to both events, she encouraged me to start off at mine and she'd join me as soon as she could. I could see the sense on this, as to be honest talking to your spouse's colleagues can be a bit of a drag, and her do was not as good and would definitely wind up much earlier. But my genie of suspicion was aroused. My firm's event was at The Dorchester in Park Lane, and staff could book rooms at a heavily discounted price. We had one and checked in about 4pm; had a leisurely fuck and then a nice slow bath, sipping champagne and chatting. While dressing to go out I was again quite alarmed. As I say, the dress was stunning, and Jan was just sex on legs. Not in a cheap, tarty way, more an "Oh My God that is the most amazing woman I have seen" way. I thought back to Jessica's view that this woman was out of my league. She was right. As we parted I kissed and said "Behave yourself". She smiled, "And how shall I behave myself?" Without waiting for a reply she blew me a kiss and got in the taxi. I went down to the event fairly early and chatted to various people. After a while good friend said, "You worked with Jessica a long time - did you know she was gay?" "Lesbian," I corrected. "But she isn't. She has a boyfriend, but he's in Saudi." "Well she's bought a woman as a date," my friend replied. "You have a seedy mind, Matthew. Just because she's bought a girl friend doesn't mean anything. Some people just don't like coming to these things alone." "Well, yes," he agreed, "but have you seen those? Or in fact do you know anything at all about women or sex or body language?" I was intrigued. Matthew isn't stupid, and if he was saying this there had to be at least something in it. At the same time I was disappointed if Jessica had kept this from me. Matthew led me to where he'd last seen them, but they'd gone. He then saw someone he wanted to talk to, and I wandered off to the bar alone. While I was waiting, who should come up to me than Jessica herself. She looked stunning and gave me a friendly kiss and a big smile. "Matthew said you came with a friend?" I remarked, avoiding any gender reference. "Yes, just someone I've been seeing recently" she said non-commitally, but also avoiding gender.. "Seeing?" I raised an eyebrow. "You know ..." she said. "But what about Kevin?" I asked. Kevin was the guy in Saudi. "Kevin has been several thousand miles away for several months. And anyway, he knows about it and has no problems with me dating women. All men like the idea of their woman with another girl, don't they?" "No," I replied. She looked shocked. "Oh come on. Don't tell me you've never watched a bit of lesbian porn?" "Well, yes, but that's not the same as cheating. That's just wrong." Matthew walked past us then, and Jessica waved him over. She asked him the same question. "Matthew, suppose hypothetically that you were still married, and that you walked in and found your wife in bed with another woman. What would you do?" "Well there's nothing hypothetical about that, " he replied. "It happened, and I asked if I could join them." "See," said Jessica, "not a problem." "Well ...," replied Matthew, "it was a bit of problem. She told me to fuck off and moved out a couple of days later." I knew this story already, but there was an angle I'd never asked him. "What would you have done if they'd have just turned back the covers and welcomed you in?" "Been in there like a shot" Jessica looked thoughtful. "What if she'd jumped out of bed, told you that you couldn't share her lover, but that she still loved you anyway?" Matthew thought for a second. "Honestly? I really don't know. I guess it could have worked out." He stopped for a moment and you could see the penny drop. "Oh God, your girlfriend's married, isn't she?" "Yes." She looked resigned. "And her husband doesn't know?" "No" "And you want him to know?" "More than anything." "Tricky. Andy, what did you tell her?" "Well that wasn't quite the question we were talking about. All I said was that cheating is wrong. Other than that ... I don't know" Jessica abruptly changed the conversation. "Andy, didn't you want to bump into Richard this evening? He's at the bar by himself." Richard was an important main board director, and I did want to put a idea to him informally, so I took the chance and left them. While I was chatting I could see Jessica and Matthew deep in conversation. Jessica made a call, and they both wandered off. Richard really liked my suggestion, and insisted I explain it to a couple of other senior people he'd been chatting with. This was a really good break for me, and I spent the next hour or so being a real corporate nerd. After a while I felt someone standing behind me, looked up and saw my gorgeous wife. We did the whole introductions thing with management, and then went back to party mode with my own colleagues and friends, most of whom she'd never met. Matthew seemed shocked by the introduction, and looked very puzzled. I thought he must be a bit drunk. Anyway, we ate, drank, danced, and had fun. Much later I was knackered and wanted to sit down and chat, but Jan still wanted to dance some more. All of the males in our group shared my view, but Jessica said she'd join her so off they went. I'm afraid to say I sort of forgot about them, and the next time I looked up - several drinks later - I realised that they'd moved on to the slow smoochy stuff. "I'd better go dance with my wife, or she'll find someone else to smooch" Matthew looked bemused. "I think she already has." He nodded to the dance floor, but it was busy and I couldn't see her. "Really? Where?" "Andy, are you really telling me you don't know what's going on?" I was puzzled. I really hadn't twigged. "How do you mean?" "The girl that Jessica bought?" "What about her?" "It was your wife. Jessica brought your wife as her date, and is now having a very close dance with her." "Don't be ridiculous" I peered at the dance floor, and then I saw. Oh God did I see. Not just with my eyes, but my brain. Of course. And as I saw them, they saw me. They looked over - together - and watched my reaction. And then turned to each other and kissed. Jessica stroked Jan's back in a calm but possessive way. They were a couple, I was the outsider. They came over, and smiled. "Matthew, stop staring" He did. "Andy, you've had too much to drink. Jessica and I are going to her room for the night, and we'll talk in the morning. OK?" I pleaded - there's no other word for it. "Jan, don't do this." She stroked my cheek and said, "I love you. I'm not leaving you. But tonight I'm going to bed with Jessica. We'll talk in the morning and you'll agree it's for the best." "I won't." She kissed me on my forehead as you would a small child. "You will. At the moment you don't understand and you're hurt, but I promise you you'll agree with me. Goodnight" She turned to go. The two of them looked so good – so beautiful, so sexy and quite clearly had nothing but each other on their minds. How could I stop them? Why should I stop them? "Jan ..." I called - pleaded. She looked to see what I had to say, but I had nothing coherent to offer. She blew me a kiss, turned again and was gone. My Beautiful Wife I have a beautiful wife. We've been together for 5 years. She's a petite brunette with a gorgeous body. At the beginning she wasn't that great in bed. She liked sex but was the quintessential missionary. At a certain point, a few years after we were married, she began to change. The first sign of that was her purchase of erotic literature. I never commented about her new interest and she only made a minor effort to hide the books. I guess she decided that she wanted more from her sex life than she had to date. I had suggested trying new things before but she always refused. I had been away for a week on business. Like she often does, she picked me up at the airport. When she met me she was wearing one of her beautiful summer dresses. It was white with a print of small flowers and greenery. It showed her fabulous shape. I had instant lust. She came up to me and gave me a big kiss on the mouth, wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear: "I'm not wearing any panties and I've shaved my pussy." I got an instant bulge in my pants. This was so unlike her. I could hardly wait to get home. But she had different plans. We got to the car and she asked me to drive. When we were both seated she pulled up her dress to reveal the most beautiful sight of womanhood I have ever seen. I reached to touch her but she said, "no, not yet." My heart was pounding and my throat was dry. She asked me to drive to a sex store in our neighborhood. Fortunately there weren't any cops on the route. She had to tell me "slow down. It will be worth the wait. I promise. Tell me about your trip". We got to the store and she picked out a vibrator and a porn film: Tanya Hyde's Cabaret Bizarre. I had rented porn before but always watched it when she was out. I wasn't familiar with this director. She told me later that she had rented another Hyde film while I was away. She got it on the recommendation of one of her friends. When we got back to the house she opened a waiting bottle of wine. We went to the living room and she put the DVD into the machine. She sat next to me for a while and we soon started light petting. A short while later she took off her dress and lay on the other end of the sofa with her legs parted for me to see. She asked me to stay where I was and not to touch her until she gave me permission. She started to masturbate with her eyes fixed on the TV. She was making deep, short moans as she played with herself. My cock was about to burst but I didn't do anything, except watch. She clearly wanted to play out this fantasy that she had been holding her head. Eventually she started talking to the characters in the film. "Take his cock in your mouth. Suck it. Fuck her. Fuck her", she said. When the film reached a scene of double penetration she had obviously reached her limit of teasing herself, and me. I had no idea that the thought of DP excited her. She looked at me and said "I'm so fucking horny. Brad, lick my cunt. Suck on my clit. Please, I need you to lick my cunt. Take off your pants. Show me your cock. Let me touch it while you eat me." She had never spoken to me like this before. Not even remotely. She had never been so sexual before. She had transformed. I had never been so excited in my life. I wanted her so bad. My legs were shaking. I shed my clothes and walked over to kiss her on the mouth. She grabbed my cock and I looked her in the eyes and said "you are so beautiful. I love you. Your tits, your cunt! I want you". She quivered when I said it. I said," tell me again what you want me to do. " "Lick my cunt. Suck on my clit. Stick your finger in my ass. Then I want you to take me to bed and fuck me." That's exactly what I did. All night long. I love my wife. My Beautiful Wife My wife Lori and I were on a flight from Atlanta Georgia to LA one September day, I was a great flight and we were resting quietly in our seats. I saw that she kept looking at this handsome tall black male flight attendant. I looked at her and said "Would you like some of that?" She smiled and said, "Shut up, He is just a good looking man that's all" Now Lori is 47 years old, five foot seven and very trim with short curly blond hair, and an 38DD bust line. She is one hell of an attractive woman, smooth well shaped legs and a wonderful rounded behind. She could probably have any man she wanted but for some reason she choose me, We have been married for 18 yrs and its been a good life. When we arrived in LA, I told Lori that I had to use the rest room and stepped away from her for a moment, I went up to the black flight attendant, and explained to him that my wife thought he was attractive and would like to play with him. I told him were we would be staying and gave him my cell phone number. Later we picked up our rental car a Chrysler 300C a very sweet vehicle. We went to the Sargent Hotel. It was indeed a nice place, 2 pools, 2 jacuzzi' s and nice big plush rooms. We checked in and went to our room, we put our things away freshen' d up and went to get something to eat, we were both starving. We went to the Rhino's Horn Bar and Grill, Lori got a chicken sandwich and I got a double hamburger, We also ordered two Fosters Beers. While we ate and drank I noticed my wife people watching, she was funny to watch the way she peered at people. There was a well built young guy with a star tat on his arm, "So would you"? I asked her, "Sure would" she answered with a smile. And we chuckled, I have shared her with my best friend from college before and she adored it, But we haven't done much since that. Terry and I dp'd here a few years ago, and I have always told her that I wanted to watch as she fucked a black man, and she agreed to it, as long he was young and good looking and slightly controlling. We had finished our food and ordered another beer, My Lori get's pretty lose after a few drinks and it just makes thing easier. After an hour or so, My cell phone rang, I stepped out of the Bar to take the call because it was fairly loud in there, I stood out side speaking to Anthony (The Flight Attendant" He told me he would actually be in town tonight. He asked what I wanted, I instructed him that I wanted him to fuck the living shit out of my sexy milf wife, and titty fuck her, gag her with his cock, and to then cum all over her. He told me that sounded like fun, He liked white women. We agreed to meet at the Hotel Bar for a drink. When I walked back in my wife was looking away as I approached the well built tatted up white guy at the bar, and told him my wife found him attractive, and that we were leaving and going to the Bar at the Hotel, if he was interested. He needed me to point out Lori, Once he looked and saw her, sitting calmly in her short shirt and low cut top he said "OK" to meeting us there. We finished our drinks and left, I told my wife where we were going, I got excited as I drove back to the Hotel, Lori knew nothing about this, I parked the vehicle and we went to get my wife a couple of more drinks. We were there for over an hour before either man showed up, My sexy wife had drank two extra stiff vodka's and coke, Just as I asked the young bartender to make them. Lori was already starting to slur her words. Anthony showed up and sat with us, Lori gave me a look and smiled. We got him a drink and moved to the back of the bar, to be more private. They young black man sat next to Lori, He told her what a beautiful woman she was. She thanked him and blushed. Later Marty the guy from the grill, sat with us and introduced his self to Lori. Her face had a glow that I hadn't seen in a long time. Anthony soon had her out dancing, He held her close and she smiled. Marty asked if he and the other guy would take turns on Lori, I told him yes absolutely. Soon my wife returned and she went dancing with Marty, He held her beautiful rear as he slow danced with her. Anthony told me just how lucky I was to have such an attractive wife, and How he was eager to touch her big fleshy chest. Marty and Lori returned and sat down, "Man you guy's I need a drink" She said. I ordered another round for all of us, After a couple more dances and drinks the guys each sat on either side of her, Soon Marty had his hand on the inside of her right leg, she made no attempt to move it, She had a look on her face that was simply unforgettable, Like the cat that ate the cannery, I was becoming aroused just looking at her, I witnessed Marty's hand moved down her inner thigh, I was certain that he was touching her panty clad shaved pussy, My wife spread her legs, and soon I saw Antony's hand move to her leg, I watched as Lori's eyes rolled back into her head slightly. She made her silly laugh that she always makes when she is getting aroused, Soon Anthony hand moved and cupped her blouse and bra covered left breast, He face flushed and she didn't move, She drank from her drink looking into my eyes. "These men are going to fuck you" I mouthed to her. "Oh My God" she quietly said. I ordered us another round of drinks, Marty took her right hand and placed it onto his hard dick inside his pants, "OH GOD" she squealed. She must have felt the large cock she would get soon, Soon Anthony did the same taking her left hand. I soon paid the check and tipped the waitress and we walked to our second floor room. "You guys are so attractive" Lori said insistently. "Thanks Honey you are a great looking babe" Marty told her "Your husband is one lucky man" Anthony told her. "YES He is" Lori said Once we arrived back to our room, I opened the door and we all walked in. It didn't take long before Lori my sexy wife was taking turns kissing the two young men. They took turns groping her mature lovely well shaped firm ass. "You just watch right"? Marty asked "Yes" I answered. "Can I get rough with her he asked me" "Certainly with in reason" I told him Soon he pulled her to him and kissed her indeed passionately, soon pulling her top over her head, Anthony soon worked her bra from her big tits and began to maul them with his big black hands and suck them roughly. "OOOOOOOHHHHHH"!!!! I heard my wife Lori moan loudly. Marty pulled her skirt down and helped her step out of it, and he slapped her rear and soon had her on her knee's with his big nine inch thick cock in her pretty mature mouth, she groaned loudly as she sucked him, He was larger then me by quite much, Anthony removed her little panties and he licked her ass and cunt with his big toung, Her ass quivered with much fury, He loud moans filled our room. Marty roughly pulled her face into his large cock "AAACCKKKAA" she choked. "Trade Places man I wanna bang that pussy" Marty said to Anthony. Soon Lori had the young black mans ten inch monster inside her mouth. Marty rammed his hard nine inch cock into my wife's slippery cunt with one hard shove of his hips. "AAAAAHHHH"!!! I heard Lori moan. I know she has never had a big cock like that inside her, Marty reached around her waist and tugged her breasts back into her as he rammed her. "OOOOOOOOHHHHH"!!! She moaned loudly. I enjoyed this so much, My own cock was rigid as all hell. Then Marty pulled out of my wife's pussy, and spat on his hand and rubbed her tight asshole , Oh my lord I was so excited, He was going o fuck her ass, I said nothing. He moved forward and began working the swelled head of his cock into her anus, "OOOHH GGGOOODD"!! she squealed out loud, She was choking on Black cock, as Marty plowed her tight ass deeply, "AAAAAHHHHH"!!!! she cried loudly. His rhythm got more in tune with her body, I could see her quivering as this guy fucked her roughly in her ass, He held her wide hips forcefully as he tore into her small entrance, "Get over here, I want to shoot my load upon her tits" Marty told his partner, Anthony pulled out of her mouth, he was rock hard, my gosh his massive cock looked huge, Soon Marty jerked his self off upon Lori's face and breasts, she was loaded with cum, He shot multiple loads from his shaft. It wasn't Long before Anthony had my wife upon her back, and her legs raised up with his huge cock entering her used pussy, She rubbed Marty's cum around on her big fleshy chest. "OOHH OOHH MMYY GGOOD OOHH GGOOD" Lori moaned with extravagant excitement as young well built Anthony fucked her. Marty said thanks and dressed and left our room. I watched this black man work over my wife, He used her body for his own pleasure. He told Lori that he was going to fuck her big white titty's as he fucked her pussy. She groaned "AL RIGHT" He told her that he would cover her face in his hot cream, Oh God I thought I would explode listening to him dirty talk my slut. "AL RIGHT" she moaned He told her that he was going to call his buddy's a couple of black prison thugs and watch them fuck her white pussy and ass hard. "AL Right Fuck me" Lori groaned out. I was shocked to hear hear reply to his rough talk. He fucked her harder she moaned loudly His cock buried balls deep into my wife, His balls smacked my wife's shaved wet oozing cunt. She screamed out in orgasm "OOOOHHH GGGOOOODD"!!! Her entire body quivered as he used her. Soon he pulled out and told my little slut to hold her breasts tight and he began to fuck her big white fleshy tits. "Oh Honey fuck my big titties" she told him His hips pushed forward forcefully and her big white mounds jiggled as he rammed into them, "OOHH OOHH BBAABBYY" she moaned as he fucked her breasts. Soon he covered her face with his big molten cum loads, it was like he hadn't cum in a mouth with the amount that he gave her. She sucked his huge black dick to get it all "OOO FUCK OOO FUCK"!!! He yelled out un controllable. I couldn't control myself, I removed my pants and fucked her ripe pussy until I came inside her "AAAAAHHHH" I yelled as I spilled my load into her. My slutty Lori lay life less breathing hard. Anthony told me thanks so much, and said to call him when we were back in town. Then he left. I picked my wife up and put her into bed. This LA trip was very exciting and fulfilling for us. We had two more days here before we had to return home, Who knows what might happen. My Beautiful Wife Jennifer My name is Michael. I have been married to my wife Jennifer, Jen, for about 10 years. Jen is 5"10", slender, red hair, green eyes, 36DD, with the longest legs you have ever seen. Men stare at her constantly which is fine with me. I am very proud of my beautiful wife and appreciate the attention she gets. Jennifer always seems oblivious to it, not really considering herself special. We have lived a conservative lifestyle, only sharing fantasies while making love. After hearing some of Jen's fantasies, I wonder sometimes if she would enjoy trying new things. However, I have never approached her about living out our fantasies. First of all, I don't want to upset her and have her think she isn't enough for me, and I don't want her to do something she really doesn't want to do just to please me. We were driving home from a short vacation. It was very late and we were both exhausted. Thankfully, Jen suggested we pull over for the night and finish our drive in the morning. A few exits up the road we spotted a motel, where we checked in and immediately enjoyed a hot shower. We tried to get a good night's sleep, but were just too tired to sleep. I suggested we find somewhere to get a nightcap and unwind from the day's drive. We discovered we were on the outskirts of a small town and found a bar that was still open. When we walked in there were a couple of guys at the pool table, and about a half dozen men sitting at the bar, along with the waitress and the bartender. All eyes were on us as we found a couple of stools at the bar. After we ordered our drinks we started talking with some of the guys. Everyone seemed friendly, and it wasn't long before a couple of them bought us a drink. We, of course, returned the favor and ordered a round or two for our new found friends. The bartender said he had started a tab and we would settle later. I saw the waitress place the closed sign in the window. She then locked the door and the bartender gave last call. Jen and I finished our drinks and I reached for my money to settle the tab. My stomach turned over when I found I had no wallet. I realized I must have left it in the room and asked my wife if she had any cash. After digging in her purse she quietly told me she didn't. I could tell the bartender had figured out what was going on by the look on his face. I asked him how much I owed, he told me $50. Even though I knew we were being ripped off, I knew better than to challenge him. At this point, all I could think of was keeping the two of us out of the local jail. Jack, the guy sitting next to me, said that he had figured out what was wrong. He said he felt sorry for us, and maybe he would be able to help a little. I thanked him profusely, and told him how grateful Jen and I were. Jack reached in his pocket and pulled out a ten. He laid it in front of me, and told me that it was mine in exchange for Jennifer's blouse. I sat just staring at him. Jen asked me what was wrong, and I told her Jack would contribute to our tab in return for her taking her blouse off. You could tell she thought I was kidding. I looked at her and told her that I was dead serious. She asked me if we might end up in jail and I told her it was possible. She looked at the bartender, and then looked at Jack. I could tell by the look on her face that she didn't know what to do. She swallowed hard and asked me if I would still love her if she did it, and could I ever forgive her. I told her I would love her always, no matter what, and that there would be nothing to forgive. Jen stood up and placed her purse on the bar. She looked at me and mouthed the words "I love you". I watched as her shaking hands unbuttoned her blouse. She slid it off and placed it in front of me. She stood there letting everyone at the bar look. I heard a couple of the guys talking, but I was too much in shock to hear what was said. One of the other men walked up and threw some ones down on the bar. He told me that this was for her bra. Jen heard him and just stared at me. I told her that I loved her too, and watched as she reached around, unsnapped her bra, and slid it off. Now my beautiful wife was standing in a bar with everyone staring at her naked tits. By this time everyone had gathered around the bar to watch what was going on. Several of the guys were laughing, and I heard someone tell Jen how hot her boobs were. My wife stood there with a horrified look on her face, not wanting to look anyone in the eyes. The bartender laid a five down in front of me and said the jeans had to go. Jennifer heard, unsnapped her pants, slid them down, and took them off. Now wearing only bikini panties, she began to have a defiant look on her face. I guess she was determined to show everyone they couldn't break her. With a big grin on her face, the waitress laid another ten down and told her to lose the panties. My wife looked at me, and slid the panties off. Everyone cheered as the stared at my wife who stood completely naked in front of all these strangers. All I could think about was paying the tab and getting Jen back to the motel. As I was counting the money, I heard Jen softly moaning. I looked at her and couldn't believe what I saw. Her eyes were shut and she was licking her lips. There were two guys, each sucking one of her breasts. The man who had been sitting next to her had two fingers inside her pussy. I heard a soft moan come from Jen, and I realized that she was totally turned on by what was happening. It didn't take long before I saw her legs start to buckle. The men held her up while she had an orgasm. I knew I had two choices. I could either pay the tab, grab Jen, and get the hell out of there or I could watch as my wife got used by the men in the bar. I decided to let Jen enjoy herself and be there if she needed me. Several of the men picked her up and carried her to the pool table. I watched as they laid her down and spread her legs. I saw one of the customers get onto the table. I watched as he pulled out his hard cock and laid it against her lips. I watched her take it in her hand and guide it into her mouth. She began to suck, taking it all into her mouth. I looked at the foot of the table and saw the bartender eating my wife's pussy. He then climbed onto the table and I saw a cock that must have been 10" long and so thick it looked like a small baseball bat. He spat in his palm and smeared it on his huge thick dick. I saw him gently enter Jen. I watched her flinch a little, and then relax and take all of him inside her. It didn't take very long before I saw her start to shudder and I knew she had cum again. I watched the man in her mouth smile, heard him grunt, I new he had cum in Jennifer's mouth. I saw a small stream of cum running down her chin. Another man got up on the table and began to fuck my wife's mouth. The bartender pulled out of her, started jacking off, and sprayed his load all over Jen's stomach. There, behind him, was a guy with a hard cock in hand. I caught some action over in the corner. I saw the waitress, naked, sucking one of the men. There was a line behind him. I realized she was sucking the men to get them hard enough to take their turn with my wife. A little later I saw some of the men who Jen had already fucked, or sucked, getting in line for seconds. Now the waitress had a cock in each hole. She was on her knees, sucking while a hard cock fucked her from behind. I watched as Jen came over and over again. She had fucked or sucked all the men, several more than once. The men started leaving. They were through with Jen. The bar was quiet. I watched the waitress walk over to my wife and whisper something in her ear. Jen smiled and nodded her head. I saw the waitress climb up beside her. They got into a "69" position and began eating the men's cum out of each others pussy. I saw both women cum again. Finally the waitress got down and dressed. She helped me dress Jen and get her into the car. On the way to the motel Jen looked at me, smiled, and said she loved me. The next words out of her mouth were "Can we do it again?" My Beautiful Wife The next time I saw Kathy she burst into tears. "I made a horrible mistake going with Jason's friend. Jason told me I was going to live with his sister and she would help me find a job. The reality is I live in an apartment with two other girls. We have to dance and fuck customers in his club. We don't get paid anything, our only income is tips. I am told that if a girl gets 3 complaints, she is sold to a South American whorehouse. "I thought life with Frank was bad but this is worse. When we are not on stage or upstairs with a customer we put on our waitress outfits and serve drinks. Our costume is nothing more than a short nightie with no panties and a scoop neck. We are supposed to be very friendly with the customers. The idea is to get them sexually excited so that they will pay the bar to fuck us. On stage we do erotic dances to turn the guys on so that someone will rent us for an hour when we leave the stage. Jason says I will still meet with him in the cabins every two weeks, but I am to see you only once a month. By working your other visitor day he expects me to make more money for him." Now a month goes bye between visits. Kathy's life is worse than mine. She tells me she is being trained to give greater pleasure to the customers. She now wears a butt plug at night to make it easier for customers to fuck her in the ass. She has been taught how to deep throat without gagging, and they now rent us out for parties. "Last Wednesday I was sent to a bachelor party. I got fucked by everyone there, eleven or twelve guys. The club got one thousand dollars for renting me and I made sixty dollars in tips. I don't dare complain though; two weeks ago a girl disappeared, and we were told she had been sold to that South American whorehouse." The months went bye and my heart ached when I heard the stories she told me on her once a month visits. On one of her visits she told me she was going to have a baby and the club she worked at was mad at her because it would mean a loss of revenue to them. There was talk they were going to sell her to that South American whorehouse as an example to the rest of the girls not to get pregnant. We came up with a plan that on her first scheduled doctor's visit she would go to the police instead and confess everything. In a short period of time she was placed in protective custody and I was released from jail. Now we are on our way to California to start all over gain.