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My Wife Ch. 2

By: Jon Ridge



... genuflect, our lips together, wrapped 'round his dick, he fucks our mouths like a vagina; not hardly, friend... on my back, Nikki on top with her pussy over my face, Buck humping her from behind... yeah, I'm supposed to alternate licking her with licking what I can of his cock before it dives into her cunt, but fuck that; he's old - like 50-something - and the thought of getting it on in any capacity with a man that age turns me all the hell off... my attention is with licking her and tasting that sweet meat, and she comes because of it (I give killer head; not to boast), a bit too hard; my lips and chin and cheeks become wet with her juice, and Buck probably thinks he made her do that, how very little a guy can know... he finishes, shooting cum onto her back, which I know she hates because we discussed this before the scene - rather take it on her stomach or on her face, or not at all - but I'm not quite done with her, even as director calls "cut!"... we lick, and kiss, and touch, and rub; why should everything end only when the man has come, and not until after the girls have gotten off, also?... it can take longer, sure; sorry to be an inconvenience, and all, but be fair... to his credit, Buck asks, "How was that, for you two? Orgasm?" No, but thanks for asking.

How did I get here?

Oh yes, I remember; turning points, as a general rule, tend to commit themselves to memory. More than the best sex you ever had, even. The best kiss, the first kiss. All that shit pales to the moment when, faced with an important decision though it didn't appear to be one at the time, you picked wrong. It happens, right? Make good choices, follow them up with less than intelligent ones. Blah, blah. Get an offer you can't refuse, 'least that's how he put it, for a job in adult movies. Adult movies.. and, suddenly, you're there. That turning point place. Accept, or pass on it. What do you do? Well, pass, if marriage means shit. Because you realize what a strain it'll put on the relationship, and Michael has to come first, and he would never understand.

But, on the same token you think, we've never planned to have kids. Can't; I dance (I did, then), pregnancy would not help. Not that time couldn't taken off. Had it been an issue, priorities would maybe be in a different order. Maybe. Children have now entered the picture, and that's when you know you've officially lost it.

I shouldn't give a rat's. I mean, much as I love Michael, and perhaps because I do, the proposition of a career in porn - shit, not even a career; more like experimentation, really - would be nothing personal. Never, personal. Sex, that's it. No more serious than putting on a pair of shoes: your feet have their protection; now, you've fucked. No big deal. You could.. maybe even... keep, it, from. him. Be better if he didn't find out, anyway. But, even if he did find out, it's handle-able. The job is not infidelity, by any stretch of the imagination. Well, by some, but the tiniest amount. Just a little, harmless indiscretion from time to time. One week equals three projects: that's two scenes per gig, at four minutes per scene. Two-hundred fourty seconds, times a couple. Almost like it never happened, clinically speaking.

And then, you've conviced yourself.

Lisa, the dancer I occasionally work with at Passions, comes over, ten to five. Michael hasn't made it home, yet, and I do not expect him for at least another hour. Plenty of time to prepare her for what I want us - all of us - to do. When I see her, I know it's not going to take much convincing, and she more than likely was expecting the three of us to get together, anyway, when she gave me her number, because she's dressed rather revealingly. Lisa has a kind of grunge beauty thing going on: earrings, and a stud in her left nostril; probably a few tattoos in places you can only see if you're really nice. She's wearing tight jeans and a see-thru blouse; bra, the bitch. That won't last.

I've been smoking, so I do not want to initiate a kiss, or anything out of etiquette. But, Lisa walks in, and kisses me right off; a brief, cordial one, not enough to taste the nicotine but maybe it was. She does not seem put off, though, so my consideration is incidental.

Lisa has a digital hand-held camcorder with her. What the hell is that for, I ask in my head and, as it turns out, aloud.

"Doesn't intimidate you, does it?"

Good question. "No," I answer, without a great deal of conviction, "but, what's it for?"

"You'll see." She looks back over her shoulder and grins, walking into our living room. "This where you wanna do it, or the bedroom? Or, where?" she asks, and then, "Nice place."

"Do what." We're playing a game. I think.

"You know. Don't be coy, with me," she says. "Where do you wanna set up?"

"I didn't know we'd be setting up." She gives me a look. "Bedroom."

"Show me the way," she says, holding out her hand, 'corder strapped to the other. I take the free one, lead her back. "So, where's the old man?"

"He won't be home till seven."

"Hmm.. wonder what we can do until then," she says, flirtatiously. Suggestive. I've never been videotaped, before, and never with another woman. I've been with women, but not like Lisa intends for us to be, today, and tell you the truth I'm nervous; giddy nervous. What will Michael think, is anyone's guess, but I am ready.

She sets the camera on the dresser, making sure it is pointed directly at the bed, and then takes a seat there in front of it. I stroll on over, and sit next to her, on the bed. We both look at the lens eyeing us. Then, at each other, and laugh. This seems a bit preposterous, but not impossible, which makes it kinda cool. Her grin/smile has not gone away, yet, and I think she must be tipsy if not drunk. Plus, her eyes are kind of dull, giving her a sexy, anything-goes demeanor, ready and willing. S'pose I am, too.

Lisa puts a hand on my shoulder, then my neck, and runs her fingers through my hair over the back of my head. "Do you dye this?"

I nod, to the contrary. "Naturally me."

She pulls me toward her face, and plants a kiss on my lips, full and open mouth. I can taste the alcohol - mmm... Amaretto sour; some Mal-Gre-Co in there, too - as our tongues mesh. The kiss goes on near a minute, before our lips part.

"I've never done it with a woman," she says, out of left field. Not sure if she's being facetious, or what, but I'm intrigued. "But, I'm really fucking attracted to you. And, I want to do something about it."

"Like, what?" is my rhetorical question.

"Like, fuck you."

I smile, bite my lip. "Why the camera?"

She choses her words, and says, languorously, "mmm.. keepsake."

I give her a look, not of aversion, necessarily, but... well, I'm taken aback. I don't do that, easy. "Not going to wind up on Stupid-sluts-who-never-thought-they'd-wind-up-on-the-computer- of-every-dorm-in-America-but-should'a-known-better, dot com, am I?"

She puts a hand on my knee, gets her face close to mine, again. "No _we_ won't."

I'm not asking because I care, one way or another; be kinda neat to see myself on the 'net (a paysite, preferably). No reputation to ruin, here; no good name. Be just the same, as well, if it really was for her eyes, only. Maybe she's got a boyfriend who'd want to watch the tape, get off in private or with her watching, or they want to watch together while they have sex. She'll tell him what's on it, and he gets all worked up thinking about her with another chick, captured forever on celluloid for their, whenever, viewing pleasure, and maybe she'll make a habit of this lesbian-exhibition stuff with more of the girls from Passions. Then, another guy walks in, my Michael; what's this shit?? And suddenly, it's not just about my girlfriend enacting a time-honored male fantasy exclusively for me, any longer, but this other guy enters the scene. Has his way with both of us, at once, and we all appear to be having a grand time because we are. Kick-ass intercourse. Libido subsides, or does it? I mean, it's not like she's going to see him again, right? This was more about the her and the her; his presence doesn't matter. But, still. I wonder what effect this little soiree of ours will have on Lisa's relationship with her boyfriend, if she has one, and then realize how little I care. How apathetic I am to their eminent plight, how insignificant that potential break-up is to the here and now. I've noticed her and I want her, and she wants me; Michael will want us both. And, that's all there is.

She kisses me, once more. Our mouths wide open, tongues mixing together, sucking at one another madly. Her hand on my jean-thigh, moving up my stomach to my right breast, squeezing me softly, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger. On my shoulder, up to my face as the kiss continues, hungrily, then gliding over my right arm and taking my hand in her own. Our fingers lock. Kissing impossibly deep into each other's mouth, searching, almost hard. Have to stop.

I stand up, and walk over to the stereo. "Music, um.."

.. um... where was I? Come on, Jaye, watch the ADD.

"What do you like?"

"Anything," she replies, and gets up, too. Walks up behind me. The CD changer in our Kenwood holds 30, or more. Michael arranged them in his spare time, but beats me whether he did so by artist, title, or what. Not sure if I even know how to work the thing; or, if it's Lisa's hand on my thigh, again, that has me scatter-brain. Press play. No, it's stop. No, pause. Damn, it's tough to see the buttons, in this light. Of course, the hand working its way between my legs is not conducive to my concentrating on anything aside from the burning I feel where the hand is. Shit - right arrow, left arrow - fader - shuffle - ANYthing.

"My Own Worst Enemy" cranks out. Stop. Something a tad mellower, please. "Hooverphonic", by 2Wicky, is next.

Lisa is all about caressing and fondling, when I turn around, and I have to cool her advances. I walk back over to the bed, and lay down, and don't bother with an explanation. She goes over to the camera, and I see a little red light which I take to mean we're filming. She joins me on the bed. We lay side by side, music filling up the room and our ears, content to just be. She wants more, though, as do I. But, to start fucking her in any way, without my husband in attendance, would be cheating. Get home, Michael; I am dying.

She props up on her side, facing me. Her hand on my thigh, favorite place, creeping underneath my Old Navy t-shirt, tickling my midriff. I take her hand, bring it to my mouth and lick her fingers; let her know, indeed, that I want this to happen, and it will. Just wait. She pulls her hand away, and puts the same fingers in her mouth. Christ, how sensual. Making it another... what's it, fourty minutes and counting, will be difficult. Should've masturbated, before she came. What's the policy for arriving to work drunk, I wonder? The consequences, I mean, if there are any. Terree, the manager, is pretty laid back from what I've observed, but maybe there's a line with her; cross it (i.e. showing up inebriated, or any condition that hinders your performance), and it's pink slip city.

Root out the bad element; a hundred new girls are lined up to work there, week in and out, because it's a classy establishment; classier than that Wild.. something or another, on Broadway. Or, Junior's - a total misogynistic wet-dream, run by guys who borderline demand their girls to fuck the clientele, if the price is high enough, and respect shown the staff is little to non-existent; yes, I applied there, once, and damn near attacked the manager Bruce Evans, Jr., (see where the joint's title comes from? Wonder how long it took the putz to think up that one!) for calling me a temperamental bitch for my unwillingness to perform actual fellatio on stage. That's a time and place type thing, you know. I'm less against simulation (imagination has to play a part: leave something to it, or count me out) in front of the audience. I mean --

She unbuttons my jeans. Down goes the zipper. Is that the best perspective for her mini-cam, over there instead of on the nightstand to the right of the bed, over here? Should I tell her, or --

She starts to move her hand inside, when I stop her, again. Reach over, grab the phone, dial Michael.

"Mullins Publishing. Michael Binsulot speaking," he answers.

"Honey," I begin, relatively impatient.

"Yeah, sweety, what's up?"

"Any chance of you leaving, early, today?"

"Why, what's wrong?"

"Um. Nothing. Nothing's wrong," spacing my words, trying to think of a way to put this. "But, I need you here." Lisa gets closer, her mouth at my free ear, whispers something indiscernibly soft, her breath warm. "Right now."

"I can't just take off. They don't really let us leave except in case of an emergency."

"This _is_ an emergency. I need you to be here, more than they need you answering phones another half hour, trust me. Just tell them, family crisis."

"Are you feeling ok?" How can he not get this?

"Yes, I'm fine. But, we have company, and -"

"Oh. Lisa, right," he says, voice lowered.

"Yes, Lisa is here."

She takes the phone from me. "Hi, Michael. I'm Lisa... hangin' out... wish you were here. Your wife is showing remarkable restraint, what with how horny we are, and all... if you were here, right now, I'd make her watch, while I -" I need a drink. Rum and Diet Coke (have to keep up the bod). "Uh huh... ok. Bye." She hands the phone back. "He's on his way."

"Yeah?"

"Mm hmm..." she purrs. "And, he said something about monitoring lines."

"Legal nonsense. I can't believe you convinced him in three seconds flat, like that."

"Well, sometimes you have to get right to it," she points out, kissing my neck. "Took longer than three seconds, didn't it?"

"Not by much. My point is -"

"Do you have any idea how bad I want to get in your pants, right now?" Yes, darling, but he's on the way like you said, and soon as he gets here, we can all -- "I can understand if you have this thing about staying faithful, so you don't want anything goin' on if he's not around to participate. That's cool. Which is why I think you should just lay there and let me make you feel good, in the meantime. That's safe, right? You aren't cheating if you don't return the favor." Hmm. I see the logic... don't I? Oh, please let there be logic.

She moves on top of me, kisses me. "I'll be gentle, I swear." I open my mouth to her tongue, my hands on her back, permission granted. She smiles, kisses, licks at my throat. Goes down, pushes my shirt up to expose my stomach, and tastes the skin. Licking upward, her tongue making a slick trail to my bra. She puts her mouth over one of my breasts, trying to find the hidden nipple, which is standing upright beneath the bra. I sit up, unhook it from the back. Pull the shirt over my head, and fling it.

Lay back down. Lisa's on my naked breast, mouth taking as much of it in her mouth, under her tongue, as possible, the tongue tweaking my erect nipple. She drags her lips together, slowly, squeezing my tit, until she is sucking the nipple. Biting, some, a hand taking care of the other breast. And, then her seasoned mouth is there, as well.

She finds my hands, which've been minding their own to this point, and places them firmly on the back of her head, as she moves lower. Making me direct her descent. She reaches under my ass, feeling the naked small of my back, and then grabs my jeans and pulls. Jeans off; no panties. Wore a bra, but no panties; what's that about? Mind must've been on other - ohh... her mouth is at my pussy. "Ooh, nice tatt," she comments, refering to the full-bloom red rose I had done on my pubis, back in high school; hurt like a bitch, as I recall.

"Thank you," I say.

"Don't thank me, yet, baby." Her mouth is over my pussy, now, the whole thing. And, yes, mm hm, there goes the tongue. One smooth lick, and orgasm hits. She wasn't expecting that, seems like, as her head kind of jerks back a little from the tiny squirt of ejaculate; I'm an easy come, in the beginning. She keeps that up, and there will be at least two more quakes before Michael's key even touches the front doorknob. Not grossed out, however - I've had people be - she quickly return s to her licking. Lisa turns out to be the best head I've ever gotten (sorry, honey); it's just that she's so active, tongue seemingly everywhere at once, successfully leaving not a sensitive area untouched. It's all pretty sensitive, down there where she is, which means she can't miss. Her long, probing tongue rotates inside me, lashing wall to wall... finds the clitoris, no problem... mouth closes around the labia, sucking, tongue still fucking me... my hips buck at her face, involuntarily, then I control it, hands still holding on to the back of her head, clenching mops of blonde hair, though not very roughly... she's slurping, licking at the inner lips, back to my clit, sucking on it hard... using her teeth, digging in to my twat, not enough to wound but enough to, "Shit.." get a reaction.

Much to my surprise, due to the total preoccupation I have with the oral being given me, Michael appears. Lisa doesn't stop. I sit back, from her, and she looks up at me, first, then behind her off my look. Sees him, too. She rolls over on her back, lips wet. "Better call 911," she says, jokingly, "break in."

"Hey, guys," Michael greets Lisa and, I suppose, me also. "Don't mean to interrupt."

I hurry over to him, kiss him to ease any discomfort he may have with the scene.

"Hi, babe. How was traffic?"

"Nil. What's going on?" The question comes off general, passive, not accusatory; no hint of anger. I take his hand, walk him over to the bed for formal intro's.

"Michael, Lisa," I instigate, "Lisa.. my husband."

Lisa gets up. That drunken, hazy grin. She wipes her mouth, wipes her hand on her jeans, then shakes Michael's hand. "Hello, Michael." She gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Care to join us?"

You have to get right to it, sometimes..

I move to the back of Michael, hoping he won't be overwhelmed. We've never actually done this. Lisa immediately reaches for the front of his jeans, loosens them. I rest my chin on his shoulder, watching Lisa, and tell him, "Welcome home." I start massaging his ribs, while Lisa takes his cock out, into her mouth. He's already hard, no work needed. I feel him tremble, and do my best to calm it by rubbing his shoulders.

"I need some help, down here," Lisa announces; my cue. I slowly walk around Michael, lean in and kiss my tongue in his mouth, right before sitting beside Lisa on the bed. She has a firm grip on his shaft, the head bulging with anticipation. Lisa takes it in her mouth, one more time, then pops it out, aims him my direction. I don't need further invitation. I move in, forehead pressed against his stomach, his cock all the way to the back of my throat. Pull back, gradually, letting him feel my tongue as it slides from the base of his shaft to cockhead, and then push my head forward again, swallowing his bulge. A rhythm established, I repeat these steps, going faster than before, screwing him with my face, becoming steadily anxious not only because I love oral sex but also because having not allowed myself to do Lisa, heretofore, has made me somewhat hot and bothered.

She is just observing the blowjob. Taking notes; what. I pull Michael's cock out of my mouth, and it is dripping rather sloppily with saliva, so I give it a few strong jerks to tidy up. Lisa takes over, slamming her mouth over him, while I relocate my attention to his balls. I lick and suck, lick and suck his instinctually tensing sac, Lisa tending the more important portion of his package. We both look up at him, he at us, three sets of eyes in unspoken conversation, and his nose kind of crinkles. Very cute. Makes me want my place back, on his cock. Lisa is willing to share - has no choice - and so we put our mouths together in combined effort on his unit, tongue licking tongue licking cock. "Fuck us," I say, which comes out garbled because... well, because I've got a mouthful. It is still understood perfectly by all parties concerned, and Lisa starts moaning for vibration effect, and Michael pushes forth, driving his dick through the narrow canal created between our lips and all the rest. And then, as he masturbates himself with our aid, Lisa and I begin sliding our mouths side to side on him, meeting halfway then going separate ways, over and over - Lisa to swelled head, myself to root, every inch covered... "my girlie ran away, with my pay, when the fellas came to play" is sung inside my head, out of nowhere, from last night and every night at the club this past week; dig that song... I move my hand onto Michael's ass, and push along with his forward processions. I pull his jeans down and uncover his naked bottom (neither of us wore undies... must be a sign), and get my fingers into the crack of his ass and squeeze the cheek in my grasp.


My Wife Ch. 2



He groans when I do this, probably about to come. I don't know, maybe not. Beastie Boys, something old school, starts up from the player, at just the right time if you ask me; seems to enhance the atmosphere in the room. Michael has his hands on both our heads. Lisa is sucking him off. I'm placing my tongue wherever it fits that is available.. testicles, beneath and around on them; on his hip, biting a spot; the base of his by now aching cock, lingering to meet Lisa's upper lip when she comes forward again. She takes the cock from her mouth, holding on, pointing it down a bit to give the two of us room, and we kiss. She keeps stroking his cock, two things at once, and our tongues swirl together moistly.

Lisa notices Michael staring down at us. "Hey, big guy," she goads him, stroking, "come for us, then you get to fuck my pussy, while she watches."

Interesting proposition. Michael and I share a brief dialogue with our eyes, and agree to the terms outlined.

"Here," Lisa says, getting to her feet, "you suck, I'll pump." She hands Michael over to me, and I engulf the cock with eager mouth. Lisa circles around behind Michael, and I watch as she unbuttons his shirt. Once it is off him, her hands roam his stomach and chest, and finally end up one on his cock and one on his hip. I suck backward, for Lisa to get a fix on Michael's erection, and the she picks up where she left off. We work together, once again - her stroking; me sucking. I hear, but do not search for the source of the talk mostly because it couldn't be anyone else, whispering. She isn't whispering, rather speaking to my husband in quite the sultry voice, "You see that..? See her sucking on that cock?"

I, myself, try and avoid such obvious questions with dirty talk during sex. Usually keep it to a bare minimum of one or two word phrases; occasionally three. Shorter, more to the point, inquiries such as, "Harder!"... "Fuck that pussy!"... "Lick me!" (or, "Eat me")... shit like that, may be just as derivative, but work better on the male, or female, subject. Her way isn't holding him back, by any means, though, so.. whatever.

"She wants it," Lisa tells him. "Give it to her, come in her mouth."

Lisa jerks him rapidly, and I keep pace, stopping now and again to simply wrest my lips snugly upon Michael's bloated head, licking into the piss slit like I know he likes. We lock eyes, and I open my mouth, my teeth grazing lightly on his head, smiling. I know what's on the way, and I can't muffle a laugh - more a girlish sort of giggle - and he smiles back. The hand on his cock is all over, cupping his balls, twisting the shaft; not only straight stroking. Lisa might not sense his orgasm, but I do: something between husband and wife, something you know if you've been there a hundred times, before. Without a word, groan, tangible change in stance or clenching of fists it's there, clear as day.

Probably on tip toes, because of her size, I see Lisa looking down Michael's body from behind him, and Michael with his eyes shut and his head tilted back, slightly. And, he comes; quieter one than I'm accustomed to. My tongue out, he unleashes sperm in white bursts, until I'm coated with the stuff. Jesus.. less noise, yet more (a fucking shitload more) cum in the mouth. Note to self.

I sit back from his twitching cock, my elbows up on the bed, head back, letting the gel swim to the back of my throat. Down, it goes. Sigh, "Whew.."

Lisa comes back around, seeing that it's finished. "All gone..?" she asks, with spurious dissatisfaction. All's I can do is nod. "No fun," she whines. I raise my head, look at her, shrug; what'd you expect? She looks at both of us: "We're just gonna have to fuck, then. For real, this time." She shrugs, matter-of-factly. Michael and I acknowledge the demand, silently accept the next task as fact; if that's how it's gotta be..



My Wife Ch. 3



Color me nuts, but there¹s nothing I enjoy more after sex than eating strawberries. Giant, ripe, burst in your mouth ones from California. I¹m talking right after: take 'em out, cold from the fridge, rinse and indulge. Strawberries and a nice Cab ('95 Milat, aged two years); mmm... sweet aphrodisia.

Saturday afternoon, kicked back, nothing to do but eat fruit, smoke Dunhills, take in a few more chapters of the new Bret Easton (doubt I¹ll ever finish it, with my schedule). Live the life.... Oh, and screw, whenever we get the inclination. Which is often.

Some weekends, you¹re happy doing anything but work, period... strawberries. Haven¹t had official sex, today, but I want them. Food; anything. I¹m hungry, distracted. Grocery shopping tomorrow¹s a must -- remind me. The 24-hour at Harvard and Pike is close enough. Or, better yet, that market on First, down by the piers. That¹s the place to go when it¹s fresh veggies, citrus and all things produce you¹re after, I have it on good authority. Yes, a trip is definitely in order, because we¹re almost out of --

"Yo, dancing queen," Lisa startles me. "What¹cha doing all by yourself?"

"Nothing, just..." I say, adjusting my hair.

"I think we broke your husband."

I look over my shoulder, where Michael is laying on the bed, flaccid and pensive. I half-smile, "Nah. Just a breather."

"How long should we give him?" she asks, close to me now, her bangs and cutesy-dot nose at the nape of my neck.

"Um," I say, still adjusting my hair for no reason whatsoever, "dunno. We¹ll play it by ear." Smack my lips as though I were wearing lipstick; the hell¹m I doing? "Get those clothes off pronto, missy," I instruct, exiting the bathroom, brush a hand across her cheek in passing, "er else."

"A to the K" by Cypress Hill is thumping, in the bedroom, and I feel like dancing. Not for practice, nothing I¹ve done a hundred million times for a paycheck. Just dumb, naked at home shyte. Twirl around, hands on my hips, lift my hair kinda sexy-like; you know.

Lisa, naked on demand, has laid herself over Michael¹s legs, watching. "This song makes me wanna smoke pot."

I grin, in recognition, cos... well, me too. Curl my finger for her to come join me, and she gets right up. I hold my arms her direction, moving, dipping with the music, and she walks into them and we become two entwined femmes, au naturel. Michael¹s watching us, lonely and unattended-looking; someplace in that gray area between attraction to these two vixen strumpets, in their catty prance, and likes what he sees, I hope, but uncertain whether additional participants¹d be welcome.

"Michael," I beackon. He sits upright, on call; such the little minion. "We have any coke, left?"

"Oh," he says, full hangdog tone. How adorable. "Check the dresser, bottom drawer."

Lisa¹s in no big hurry to let go of me, but tuff. I drop to my knees, pull open a drawer, begin the search: underwear... white-gold bracelet with the LOVERS4LIFE enscription I sometimes wear for luck... condoms, from back when Michael wasn¹t remembering to pull out in time, before I started using the pill... where is it, where?... socks, pink ribbon (pink ribbon?), stockings... Ahh -- goldmine!

"Mind if I smoke?" Lisa asks. I don¹t answer, and she doesn¹t tarry for one. Walks on over, takes a pack of Merits from the pocket of her jeans which lay in a pile with her shirt and bra by the bathroom door.

"Baby," I call, for my love, "need you." He walks over, during my rather futile attempts to form even, separate lines of the coke on this puny tray thing without the benefit of a razor, or any other utensil specifically designed for cutting, which I¹m too lazy to commit to any more searching for. "Can you do something with this?" He takes the tray. "Like her..?"

As if he has to think, "She¹s..." he looks back, Lisa by the bathroom dancing with herself, wrist limp, cigarette amid for and middle finger, "nice."

I shoot him a don¹t-shit-me look; we both know. "Sexy?" Can¹t tell if this is me putting him on the spot, and wonder if I should bring up the camera.

"I¹m not saying I wouldn¹t... wanna..."

"Me, either," I chime in, getting there.

"You either, what?"

"Want. To." He appears to be baffled, by what I can¹t begin to figure given the events of the last twenty minutes. "Michael. Sweetie. There are three adults, completely nude, in the same room -- you, me and that hottie in the corner. Do the math." Oops, easy on the Œtude. I retrieve the tray, break our fleeting bit of tension, and gingerly sprinkle the caine on my chest. Have to arch my back a little so it clings and even then some falls in a tiny white cloud; yeah, this probably wasn¹t the most efficient method, was it. Anyway, I hold my arms out like so, exposing my powdered bosom to Michael, who leans in and sniffs between my breasts.

"Ooh, me next," Lisa squeals, probably having overheard our conversation about her but she doesn¹t bust us. She takes Michael¹s place in front of me. A hand cupping, massaging Michael¹s scrotum, the heel of the other hand rested on my left shoulder, her cig in slow-burn, Lisa chooses one of my tits and snorts the coke in a circle around the nipple. In conclusion, she licks and nibbs my nipple, which was already erect before that.

"Hey," I cry, in spurious protest, more because I¹ve made our drug entirely accessible to everyone except myself, than anything.

"What? You want some?" Lisa says, looks at me with schoolgirl baby blues. She scoops up a spot of white on her finger, and holds it under my nose. I vacuum the line. "Get it?"

"Got it." Sniffle, sniffle.

"Good." She kisses me. Another drag off her cig, paper crackling to the filter, and she trots off to locate an ashtray.

Michael helps me do more coke, and I him, til it¹s fini-tay. We get wired and skittish, and I pull him to me because I all I want at the moment is our bodies pressed together, and kiss him. Lots of tongue.

Lisa clears her throat, from somewhere behind us, turning our heads. "So. Who wants this pussy, first?" Michael and I look at one another, crack up.

"I¹ll go," I say, kissing him. "You watch us, and get hard for it," another kiss. "Jerk off, but don¹t come," another kiss. "Promise me?" He nods. We kiss; deeper, longer. "Put on some music. Quiet¹s killing me." One more of those kisses. As we go separate ways, our hands touch, parting at the tips of our fingers, and I can¹t help finding it suddenly very romantic. Could be I¹m just really, really buzzed and hypersensitive and kind of nervous and have this generally warm, cheerful feeling that¹s crept from my spine to my brain and keeps spreading through all my internal organs, one by one, and right as our fingertips disunite, my heart and some belly receive what I¹ll moniker Œthat pleasure-burn¹. Ohh.. fuck; shiver.

"Overcome" by Tricky is Michael¹s selection. Sets the mood, instantly. I move onto the bed, on my knees, begin at Lisa¹s pelvis and lick my tongue upward, over her smooth, tanned skin.. washboard midriff.. breasts -- hands on her size C¹s -- to her throat, and finally her lips, in one, long, continuous slick trail. As expected, Lisa¹s mouth opens the second I get there, and I plummet my tongue inside, and we carry on as such, maybe too long: our tongues collide, attack mode, wrapping together, whipping, almost violent, mouths open because there wouldn¹t be enough room if they were shut so I¹m sure Michael can see our aggressive pink-moist snakes dueling it out. I lick toward the back of her mouth, swirl my tongue over her¹s several times, and she¹s moaning well as she can with an outstretched tongue, her hand on the back of my head. Our lips connect, breathing done through nostrils so our tongues can maintain their intimate assault. This is the longest kiss of my life. I try to pull away, because I¹m able now because her hands have gone to my ass, but as my head moves back her¹s comes forward, successfully keeping her as yet unfulfilled tongue entrenched in my mouth, prolonging the kiss; there¹s no escaping. Have to be forceful, so I push her back down on the bed, but then want more, myself, and fall on top of her again. This time, I lift her head from off the pillow, get my face against her face as close as I can get us, and bury my familiar tongue deep into the confines of her mouth. This is the best kiss of my life. So good, I actually squirt on her stomach. She breaks from the kiss, looks down between us at the mess I¹ve just made, and rubs my juices all over herself, tasting her wet fingers afterward. Turned on, I swoop my head down to her chest and begin licking my come from her breasts, a finger or two of mine inside her.

I roll over on my back, pulling her onto me, kissing, tasting myself. Slap her on the ass which, somehow or another, she instinctively understands means to get that luscious pussy over my face. Lisa makes the climb, her knees bent at either side of my head. I reach up, and put my hands on her hips, and -- wait. This won¹t do. I scoot back on the bed until I¹m against the headboard, sitting up just enough to where I¹ve got direct oral aim at that cunt. She moves forward, along with me, and then I¹ve got her. Or, she¹s got me; depending. She has hands full of my red hair, kind of slowly grinding her snatch into my face, looking down to watch while I get my first taste of her. She is bland; clean, non-offensive (shaved.. which is my one bias), but nothing special. I think merely the fact that I am eating another woman out -- any woman, out -- is sufficient. Anything sexual, bring it on. As I lick and suck at her tender inner flesh, she gets a little mist going down there. I lick it up. More replaces it, and I lick that, and soon I¹m drinking her.

"Eat it," she groans, licentious. I have no intention of stopping.

"Nookie" by L.B. strikes up. Yeah, baby. Though, shit, now I feel like I¹m doing my routine, again, and -- mmm, there goes her hips. She¹s thrusting them, pushing her cunt at my mouth and tongue, almost too hard but barely controlling herself so my head won¹t bang against the board. I wouldn¹t really care, at this point, if that happened. I grab her hips, move my head furiously from side to side, lashing my tongue at her pussy, digging in, probing, fucking her. Her grip in my hair tightens, her face cringing. "Fuck!" I suck her hard, almost biting...

"Block Rockin¹ Beats" by the Chemical Brothers. This has become an event/contest: I am going to get this woman off, and she will experience the single most explosive orgasm ever, if she hasn¹t already...

... my thumbs have slid into the crack of her ass, and I squeeze her cheeks, and she arches her back and her thrusting become more and more erratic. She¹s coming, she says. Normally, I¹d encourage it with a dirty word or two, but I¹m too busy. Suck and slurp and suck, my hands up on her mounds, now. She holds my hands on them, sucks the fingers which are greased with perspiration. How¹re we balancing this? Michael¹s jacking off, I know it. Lisa thrusts her hips at me, couple more times, her pussy totally drenched. And, stops, holding on to what must be a monster Œgasm long as possible.

She lowers her body atop mine. We french kiss, slower, languorous. Michael has made his way to the bed, seated next to the activity. His cock is stiff as hell, so I must¹ve been wrong about that. Lisa moves to him, engaging a kiss. I watch them. Michael notices, I think asking me if it¹s ok to proceed or not. Lisa¹s arms are around his neck, and he slides his hands down around her butt. I get to my knees, again. "You ready?" Lisa asks him. I moves off the bed, and find her pack of Merits.

Lisa gets in position. "Come on," she says, and Michael lays on her.

"Let¹s Get It On" by Marvin Gaye plays, but I go to the stereo and skip the CD; don¹t want them to have too much fun. Jealousy...? Couldn¹t be. Well, maybe just a tinge. Only natural. "Heart-shaped Box" by Nirvana; the abortion song. Yipe -- too morbid, though it does rock. "Bliss" by Tori Amos; ehn.. groovy, but. Shit, just find something.

They don¹t seem to care, however. Too engrossed in eachother, in the moment. Being pretty silent, actually. I light one of the cigarettes, move around to the left of the bed and snoop: Michael is on top. They¹re, like, staring into one another¹s eyes, like they¹ve, I don¹t know, known eachother forever or at least longer than this evening. Not really moving. And then, he starts to fuck her. Shifting her, pushing her forward on the bed a little with each buck of the hips. She takes it, legs wrapped Œround his, hands on his back then his butt, grabbing him, assisting somehow. "Harder," she craves, and he fucks her harder, his cock pistoning in and out of her womanhood. She rubs her feet up and down his legs, her hands trying to be all places at once along his backside, and he¹s not going to last. She seems to sense this, and slows the pace a bit. "Ooh, no, don¹t come just yet.." They hold the position, steadily, Lisa doing her best not to move, knowing if she does -- one insignificant twitch -- anything will send him over the edge; it just feels too good. Michael has bitten his lip, to prevent the premature, but not seems to be ok.

Reluctantly, cautiously, he slips out of her. She leaves him be, a moment, watching him compose himself; a gratified smile, that she¹s been proven far too much to handle all at once. What was it -- two whole minutes? He never had that problem with me. Of course, cocaine never protracted anyone¹s release, either; it only heightens, never dulls. And for a man, anyway, that can be a good thing or a bad thing and occasionally both. What do I mean.. I mean, he¹s already so worked up already, add to that horny, and you¹ve got a pretty potent combination, there. Unless you practice yoga, or some sort of mind-over-matter new age metaphysical... higamajoo.. chances are, it¹ll get the better of you. Nothing wrong with that. I mean, even though the woman may want to keep going, and the man can¹t help himself, it¹s a compliment and shouldn¹t be taken as some kind of disorder. Unless, he finishes in five, and thinks it¹s all over; that¹s insulting. But, that¹s also the beauty part of men: guaranteed orgasm. It¹s why they compare sex to pizza. Women, it gets a bit convoluted. Not so easy to come, except in rare cases (and, I consider myself one of the lucky 6 %), but more often than not some major doing is needed to aid the female come.

Lessee... how far off track have I gotten....?

Lisa has moved on top of Michael, careful with her body parts. Goddamnit. I¹m horny. Are we supposed to be taking turns? He¹s my husband, after all, and... now, I sound possessive. But, hey -- I had her, who¹ll be here in the morning, anyway, huh?, and he needs his fun. Oh, just copulate and get it over with, already.

She extends a hand behind her, my way. I¹m there. "Put him in me." I smoke, pore a few things over in my mind; should I? Sooner, the better. I gently take hold of his cock, guide it to her opening. Rub the head -- which is kind of pale from having come once, already (why do they do that?) -- against her pussy, a little, then I wipe her moisture off his dick and lick the fingers I used to do so and replace her juices with my saliva. Extra lube..? So, he can take some of me with him? Don¹t know. Put him in her.

I start crying, a little, for no reason that I can rationalize the second it occurs. Feel hypocritical, and wierd; what¹s up with me? Michael groans as he enters Lisa, and puts his hands on her asscheeks, and she immediates starts pumping and gyrating her hips, getting him acquainted with her folds and walls and all. I take a step back and watch the two of them fuck, clear the tears, smoke some more. "Enjoy the Silence" by Depeche Mode plays, which strikes me as kind of ironic since I didn¹t put it on and hadn¹t put anything on for a while and I was enjoying it. But, I don¹t make any effort to end the song or play anything else.. just look at them, listening to the sound of their humping, his skin against her¹s as she swallows the length of his cock into her vagina - raising her hips, slamming them back down - raising them up, slamming them down - over and over, moaning as he fucks her or she fucks him, thrusting his hips so his stiff penis meets each of her bounces.

Soon, Michael climaxes. He reaches down and pulls himself out of her, and a half-second later shoots his load onto the small of her back; it is liquidy, in great amount. I don¹t bother with an ashtray -- just set the cigarette on the dresser, conveniently not anywhere near cloth or paper, and not rolling, and dash over to the bed. I am behind them, again, my legs spread, knees bent to either side of his legs. My hands are on Lisa¹s shoulders. I lick my husband¹s runny cum off her. Without swallowing, I then move around her, perch atop Michael¹s chest, almost zero space between myself and Lisa, and we french kiss. She finds this amazingly kinky, and spontaneous, and just a teensy bit considerate, I guess, and she accepts the kiss, licking fresh, warm sperm from my tongue. I lick back, feeding her, smearing it across her lips, our lips, sharing him, sucking tongues; whenches in mad heat. I need to get-off, now.

"I need to get-off, now."

Lisa just smiles and says, "Do you?"

I nod, without trying to seem desperate, which I am, terribly, mostly thinking about the weaping shit that hit me out of the blue a second ago and how at least if I¹m in the throws of passionate lovemaking -- no, let¹s call it sex, instead; there¹s a difference -- and start crying again it might make more sense. I don¹t trust myself, at the moment.

"What do you need?"

"Eat my pussy."

"On your back, then."

I¹m there. Michael and Lisa both get themselves down between my thighs. She moves her hair aside, over her shoulder, so I can see her profile. No need for that, just get busy licking. Michael knows. He¹s first out of the gate, face low down; only his nose and eyes are visible to me, meaning the rest of him, what I can¹t see, is muff diving like I asked for. That¹s the most important part, which Lisa doesn¹t seem to understand. Til she does, because Michael¹s tongue wedged in the tight yet loose within of my cunt is pretty hard to miss, and she gets cheek to cheek with him. They take turns, trading licks, doing the deed, making me squirm. A good squirm. Good ones let your partner -- their friend, too, in this case -- know they¹re doing what they¹re doing correctly and well, and please don¹t stop, this can only get better the more you practice. So, practice: lick it. Suck it. Bite it, even, hell. It¹s all good. They know it¹s good, because I let them know. Not with words, don¹t feel much like talking, especially. But, with how I can¹t just lay still, like a board, like someone who doesn¹t realize how lucky she is to be this multi-orgasmic, and just lays there waiting for something, that isn¹t going to happen no matter how hard one or two people try to give her that powerful, warm, giddy explosion that erupts inside and continues to erupt (in me, I¹m saying) a good three minutes. Words aren¹t necessary, then, I don¹t think: nothing substitutes a woman moaning and thrashing herself in ecstacy, the ecstacy you¹ve given her; not a hundred "You know you want it"(s), or "Yeah, right there"(s), or even "Oh yes!"(s). Well, maybe a few of those...

"Cut!"

Sorry... sorry, what??

"Jaid. This is the man of your dreams. You¹ve been in love with him forever, and just because he¹s a terrorist and blows up buildings in his spare time, he¹s not a bad person. It makes you even hornier for him. Please, show us that."

What does being in love have anything to do with how horny you are, here? In this place. Where am I? Got the lights. Got the camera. The crew. More crew. No closed sets today. Maybe the next one. Who cares. I¹m disoriented for just a very few moments, but in keeping with usual and customary policies and egos noone waits. Tony the Terrorist flips me over, pushes his cock slowly in my anus, the rubber of his condom hurts because he has forgotten to put any lubricant on it. Director says Lift your leg (so the audience will see his balls slap against her ass). Director says Pull her hair. Talk to him, talk dirty. I can do it on a dime, having an extensive obscene vocabulary at my disposal as I do. I am articulate.




My Wife Ch. 3



I am tired. I feel unclean, and deceitful. SEXY SECRET LIVES 4 will be my final triple-X.



My Wife Cheated



My Wife Cheated at our Wedding Reception Party:

Connie and I dated for about six months when we decided to move in together. Everything moved along well and we got along great with very few arguments. You know the normal ones when you start living with someone and not liking some of their habits.

We lived together for another year before deciding to marry. She was elated when I asked her to be my wife. I proposed while we were out mountain biking along the coast. We had stopped for a little picnik. After enjoying the meal and relaxing I pulled from my back pack the ring box, which enclosed the ring I had picked for her and then I asked “ Connie, we have been together for over a year and a half and I want to live with you the rest of my life, will you marry me? “. She almost choked at first and then she said “ Yes! “ as she through her arms around me and kissed me passionately. Everything was perfect, we had a great sex life and she was a wonderful person to live with and now she was going to be my wife and have our children.

The wedding went off great and after changing in our hotel room, we fooled around for a while before joining our friends at the Reception party, we had rented about six rooms with adjoining doors for the party in hopes to make it fun. The staff had moved around the beds so they could be used as sitting areas.

We were all drinking a good amount of alcohol and because I figured we all would I had rented the rooms as I did so people would have a place to crash if they drank to much. Everyone was getting very touchy feely as the night wore on. I watched as a number of my male friends and many of hers were feeling her ass and the small of her back, pulling her tight against their bodies, she didn’t seem to mind in her drunken state.

Finally I cut in on one of my buddies, Leon who worked for a friend of mine. As Connie and I danced and kissed she whispered in my ear “ God!, Jerry I am so horny! “ she kissed me again and whispered some more “ everyone of the guys have been feeling me up all night! “.

I smiled as I looked her in the eyes, “ so are you enjoying yourself then? “.

She blushed a few shades of red, “ Yes!! “ she answered “ I am so very wet right now! “ then the song ended and she went off to use one of the bathrooms.

I didn’t pay to much attention to the time that she was away as I socialized with our guests. Then I saw her return to the room I was in, she was flushed and her legs looked rubbery as she approached me “ had a little to much I see! “ I replied as she walked up and kissed me. She didn’t answer she just held onto my arm as I talked to her parents.

Dale one of my colored friends came over and asked Connie if she would dance with him, she reluctantly agreed. I wasn’t sure why she was reluctant, for she loved to dance and she knew Dale very well as he had been over at out place many times. Dale’s wife soon came over and wisked me off to one of the other rooms, we were in the second to last room talking and dancing. She grabbed my ass and pulled my groin into her as she whispered in my ear so others couldn’t hear “ I bet you can’t wait to get your new wife back into your room! “

“ No! “ I replied “ I can’t wait to be alone with her! “

“ Does she get real naughty for you?” she asked as she licked my ear.

I moved away a bit before I replied “ oh yes! “ 

“ Have you ever thought about swinging? “ she asked as she reach around and rubbed my crotch feeling my hardening cock, “ oh your getting excited aren’t you? “

“ No and Yes! “ I replied. 

She then reached up and took my hand in hers and directed it to her crotch up under her short dress “ see I’m excited as well! “

I pulled my hand away and as I did I spied into the last room where I saw Connie and Dale dancing, he then pushed her against the wall and kissed her, she kissed him back and then he stepped back and then lifted her up and pressed her against the wall and moved in tight against her, before letting her slide down the wall, I wasn’t sure what was happening at first until I saw that her feet were not touching the floor and then he started a pumping motion. That’s when I knew that my wife was impaled on his shaft and he was pumping it into her with vigor. Her eyes were closed as she moaned in pleasure “ oh my god! “ I whispered into Terry’s ear.

She turned and looked at her husband fucking my recently wed wife. She then pushed me back so I was on one of the beds her sitting next to me “ I think your swingers now! “.



My Wife Cheats



Special Thanks to Lady Mihira for Editing and suggestions on content.

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My wife Neeta planned a weekend trip with two of her friends and their husbands to a resort out of Bangalore. I had met her friends before-- Neha, a very sexy 28 year old with a good figure and Sunita, slightly plump but still very sexy. Neeta, my wife, is absolutely stunning.

I did not know either of the husbands Sunil, Neha's husband, nor Amit, Sunita's husband. Sunita and Neha worked with Neeta so they were familiar to me.

We checked into the resort in the evening and got ready for dinner at the resort disc. Neeta and her friends chatted with me and the other husbands but somehow I felt out of place. I noticed Sunil paying more attention to my wife than I was comfortable with. Even flirting with her and my wife seemed to like it. While talking his hand would always rest just above her knee on the inside of her thigh. Neeta seemed not to mind, so I said nothing.

When he asked her for a dance, she was more than eager and had no qualms with a hot number rubbing her body to his and they moved to the far side of the floor on a slow song, past the crush of bodies swaying and writhing to the music. I couldn't see them and felt uncomfortable and also excited in a strange manner imagining my wife with another guy.

Sometime later I went to the men's room. From my cubicle I could hear Sunil telling Amit, "Neeta's looking hot, I wish l could fuck her tonight." 

Amit said, "She's married and with her husband around?"

Sunil laughed, "Who says you can't fuck a married woman! Haven't I fucked your wife?"

"You bastard, " Amit replied.

I was shocked, frightened and strangely excited. I had to get Neeta out of here. She would have no idea about any of what he had heard.

When I asked Neeta to come out she said, "Don't be ridiculous Sanjay, I'm enjoying myself. Go and have some rest if you're not feeling well "

I couldn't tell her what I had heard in the men's room; the last thing I wanted was to cause a scene with so many people around. 

I decided to go to our room and lie down, and decide what to do.

I ordered a bottle of scotch from room service, deciding to get hammered. Of course nothing would happen, if the man tried, Neeta would slap his face. She wasn't like that. She had never been unfaithful in all our 4 years of marriage. Before marriage was, of course, a different story.

I took my drink onto the room's balcony and sat looking out at the city's lights. I decided to wait for an hour or so and rejoin the party. I must have dozed off because the next thing I remember, I heard voices outside of the door. One was Neeta, the other a man's voice. I jumped up, and for some unexplainable reason, decided to hide.

I closed the balcony door leaving the curtain slightly open so that I could see inside the room, just then the bedroom door opened. Neeta came in followed by Sunil.

"He's not here "she said, "Thanks for coming to look for him with me. That was sweet of you Sunil." "Happy to help "Sunil replied. Neeta went and stood in front of the dressing table mirror and to my horror I saw Sunil lock the door.

Neeta, looking in the mirror, slid her lipstick across her lips. She lit a cigarette and turned to face Sunil. Sunil was standing very close, a smile on his face. "That was nice what you did in the elevator Neeta."

"You mean this?" she replied, and pecked him on his lips. "Well that and the other thing too," he said. "Do it again for me."

Neeta smiled at him and held her dress raised it until I could see her stocking tops. Sunil looked down between her legs, then leaned to his right and slid his hand onto her stockinged thigh.

Neetas face looked mesmerized as she allowed Sunil to slide his hand all the way up her thigh.

"Lift it higher Neeta," he said.

She did, I could now clearly see her thong, and so could Sunil. I watched as my wife closed her eyes and Sunil cupped her pussy with his hand.

She moaned loudly as I saw Sunil's arm moving in and out, I imagined the man had his fingers inside her pussy, fingering her. 

With his other hand he undid the strap holding her dress on her right shoulder. The dress fell down exposing Neeta's right breast and nipple, which was clearly aroused.

His fingers pulled and twisted her nipple sending tremors through her body. She was moving her hips in time to his fingers, pushing back at him.

"We should go Sunil, the others," Neeta whispered. "It's ok, my wife must be having fun with Amit with Sunita watching."

"What!" said Neeta, shocked. "Its ok Neeta. We have been fucking each others' wives for some time. It's only you who was not included."

Saying this he roughly kissed her. My wife opened her crimson lips, accepting Sunil's tongue to lick and slide inside.

His hand left her breast and started to undo his belt and pants. His pants fell to the floor along with his boxers exposing the longest cock I had ever seen. 

It wasn't fully erect yet but was already longer and thicker than mine.

I was horrified, my wife was going to be fucked with that monster. It would hurt her, I was sure.

Sunil began to slide Neetas panties down her thighs, "Take them off," he said and she obediently removed them to expose her wet pussy to him.

I watched, fascinated, the thought that my beautiful little wife was going to be fucked by his huge cock made hot and horny, I had my cock out and started stoking myself. 

Sunil's hand returned to her now very wet pussy, his fingers immediately slipping inside her making her moan loudly.

Neeta spread her legs wider and squatted slightly to allow her lover better access to her cunt.

Sunil took her head in his hands he kissed her again, moving forward to let the tip of his un circumcised cock stroke across her thigh.

Still kissing her, Sunil took his cock in his hand and slid it across her pussy lips, Neeta moaned into his mouth, I could see her slide her tongue past her crimson lips and search for her lovers tongue.

She held his arm as if to urge him to touch her again. 

"I'm going to fuck you" he grunted at her, "I'm going to fuck you and cum in you"

I continued stroking along the length of my cock, I would cum soon, I was sure.

Sunil pulled his foreskin back exposing the large purple mushroom head and positioned it at the entrance of my wife's tight but very wet cunt.

I saw him push forward; the head forced itself in, folding my wife's pussy lips in with it. He pulled out again and rubbed it along her lips again.

"Oh Christ Sunil, that's fucking wonderful when you do that" I had never heard my wife use language like that before.

Suddenly neeta pulled back removing sunils cock from her pussy " Let me lick this wonderful cock " saying this she knelt before him and took his cock coated with her juice into her mouth and they both moaned. This was hot and something she had never done with me. She licked for some time and got up "Sunil fuck me please"

Sunil pushed again, this time with a hand on Neetas bottom to hold her in place.

I could practically hear a pop as the mans huge cock opened my wife's cunt, I saw with excitement the cock head disappear inside my wife's body.

Neeta was looking down between her legs, looking where they were joined; she had a strange look on her face, a very dirty grin. She slid her hands onto Sunil's bottom and lifted her right leg, hooking it on his hip. This made her open a bit more and as Sunil pushed, more of his cock slid into her.

She was kissing him again, he started to fuck into her, short stabs, pulling out and pushing further in.

She was kissing his neck now; Sunil's only intention was impaling this little slut on his cock. He sucked her tongue, licked her lips, anything to make her wetter and open up for him.

Loud moans were coming from deep within her, Sunil was grunting every time he pushed into her.

"AAAhhhhhhhhhh..." he grunted, "I'm all the way in you now." "Christ you're sooo fucking tight." Sunil was cursing now with every thrust, and Neeta could only hang on as her body was pushed up against the table from the fucking she was getting from this man.

She lifted her other leg and wrapped it round his waist, she started humping her hips sliding herself up and down this beautiful cock that was very soon going to bring on her orgasm.

Watching my wife getting fucked by another man had me hot and my own cum was now covering my hand, as my wife's ankles crossed behind Sunil's waist. He was now holding her tight to him, his huge strong arms completely wrapped round her.

Her bare breasts jumped up and down at every thrust. Sunil leaned down to bite her breast, and she screamed with the pain as he bit and sucked.

Sunil was close now. Neeta grunted and moaned as her orgasm washed through her, her lips on his, kissing, tonguing him, giving herself to him. All the time the hard cock fucking her, they kissed through her orgasm.

Sunil gripped her tighter, he released an animal growl from deep within himself. I saw his buttocks clench, the muscles contracting as the sperm flowed out of his hard cock deep into my wife's tight wet cunt.

Sunil thrust inside her three more times, making sure all his semen was gushing into her. Then he held her tight, his cock still buried deep. I could see where their pubic hair was matted together with their combined cum.

I watched as my wife's lovers cum started to leak out past the base of the softening cock. They kissed deeply, passionately, like lovers.

They stayed locked together for what seemed like hours, kissing, Sunil making slow fucking movements in and out of her, more and more of his cum leaking out and dripping onto the carpet. The cum was running down her leg onto her stocking top. She looked down as Sunil wiped the sticky end of his cock on her pubic hair. Neeta cupped her hand between her legs and went into the bathroom.

Sunil dressed himself and waited for her. She sat at the dresser and fixed her make up, then I watched them kiss one last time and leave.

I couldn't believe what had just happened, I had just watched another man fuck my wife and liked it.

I washed myself and went down to join the others, thinking of getting even.

I walked down to the hall where they sat chatting and drinking and Neeta was smoking. Sunil sat close to her.

"Here you are darling," she said, kissing my lips. I could smell Sunil's cum on her lips.

"Drink my friend?" Sunil handed me a large scotch, a look of victory on his face. I decided to get even.

"Where were you?" asked Neeta.

"I just went for a walk around the place."

Neeta smiled and glanced over at Sunil.

As the music was still on I asked Sunil's wife Neha for a dance. Luckily, it was a slow dance and I held her in my arms and as her boobs pressed against my chest I had an instant hard on. Neha was wearing a short skirt and a top without a bra as her nipples could be seen poking out from her T-shirt.

I was dancing right in front of Sunil and my wife. I held Neha close to me pushing my hard on to her pussy and kissing her cheek. I whispered to Neha, "Do you know that your husband has just fucked my wife?"

She didn't seem surprised. "Wow, he's been waiting to fuck her for quite some time. But how did you know?"

"I watched him fuck her. I hid in the balcony of my room while he fucked her." This seemed to give her more pleasure and she rubbed her pussy to my cock. I looked towards Sunil and Neeta. My wife had an amused smile and Sunil also seemed to enjoy my rubbing his wife's pussy.

"Neha, I have two choices, either to fuck you, or confront my wife and your husband ". I said. Neha turned and gave me a hard sloppy kiss pushing her tongue right into my mouth and said "Do you know that I've always wanted to get fucked by you? Let's go and fuck right now."

With this, she took my hand, and went to Sunil and asked for the room key. I held her and walked away to her room with my wife and her lover watching. 

As we entered her room and I locked the door. Neha pushed me against the closed door and started kissing me, at the same time stripping us both completely nude.

We moved to the bed. I sat next to her and started fingering her pussy. She let out a deep moan and opened her legs wider. She put her hand on top of mine and moved my fingers into her now very wet pussy. I fingered her tight cunt with two fingers then I felt her finger slide in with mine, we were both pumping in and out of her pussy together. I was getting very hard indeed.

After a while she pulled out her wet finger and put it to her mouth, while staring me in the eye, licked it up and down until it was dry. She then moved forward and kissed me hard on the lips opening her mouth wide so I could taste her juices.

"I want you to go down on me , fuck me with your tongue," she whispered sexily in my ear.

I obediently knelt down spread her legs wide revealing her wet, sexy smooth cunt; I parted her pussy flaps with my fingers and started to lick around her clit. She started to squirm so I nibbled gently on her clit then licked it hard, I dove my tongue into her welcoming slit and started thrusting in and out.

Her hand was on the back of my head pushing it hard into her cunt "ohh yeah" she groaned "that's it, fuck me with your tongue till I cum!" She was thrusting her pelvis even harder now and her thighs were squeezing my head tight into her pussy.

"YES, FUCK YES!" She screamed as her body shuddered and she exploded into an orgasm.

I eagerly licked up her juices and she quickly recovered and pulled my head up to hers, she kissed me hard tasting her cum off my face and said "now it's your turn for some fun"

My cock was nearly bursting out of my pants. I got up and we changed positions now she was kneeling between my legs and pulling off my pants. As she pulled them off my cock sprang out and I grabbed it in my hand and massaged it while she finished undressing me. Neha's mouth descended on the head of my cock, she twirled her tongue around the sensitive area at the tip and continued pulling me with her hand. She started to go lower and lower with her mouth and as she did she got faster and faster. Just as I was on the verge of filling her mouth with cum she slowed down and started licking up and down my shaft, prolonging my orgasm, as she did this she looked up at me and grinned a sexy, naughty smile that alone nearly made me blow my load.

She said to me through that naughty grin, "You don't want to finish yet do you Sanjay? There's much more we can still do."

"If you say so Neha. Come up here and let me taste my cock." She rose and thrust her tongue in my mouth and I could taste my own pre cum. 

Neha continued to kiss me while playing with my cock; I slid my hand over her stomach to her clit only to find her other hand already there. I looked at her and she smiled "Can we do it together again?" I found both our fingers in her pussy once again and both our hands were now on my cock as well. It was really turning me on to be masturbating and fingering her at the same time as she was doing the same. I could feel Neha getting very wet again so I withdrew my fingers and pulled her on top of me so she was straddling me on the bed. She positioned herself so the tip of my cock was just at her opening then slowly sat down, my rock hard cock slid smoothly inside of her as she started to rock back and forth rubbing her clit against my pelvis bone. She started to pick up speed and as she did I thrust up with my waist so my cock would go even deeper inside of her, I could feel my self building up to an orgasm again and I could also feel Neha's body tensing in anticipation. Just as I was about to blow she stopped herself on a downward thrust and let the sensation pass. I looked at her pleadingly and she said "You know how I've always said I would try it up the ass? Well I know you want to. I heard Neeta talk about it. It's a shame she won't try it but I'd love to satisfy your curiosity."

I couldn't believe my luck; first I get to fuck Neha and now she wants it up the ass!

She stood up and pulled me to my feet, turning around she spread her legs and bent over the table and I had a perfect view of her tight, gorgeous ass. I put my hands on her hips and put my cock against her hole, slowly I slid in, it went in easily as it was still well lubricated from her pussy. Neha let out a long groan and I started pumping in and out of her tight asshole. She started pushing back as I thrusted forward so I could get my cock as deep as possible.

"Ooohhh yeah" Neha yelled "Fuck me hard up the ass, fuck me, fuck me, harder!!"

I was going as hard as I could now and I was getting very close to cumming.

"I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM!!" I screamed as I thrust deeper into her asshole.

"YES!" she screamed "fill my ass with cum!! Fuck me, fuck me!!"

I let loose and my cum shot deep into her ass filling it completely. I kept going till I was completely out of cum, then I pulled out. 

"That was unbelievable," she said. 

"The best I've ever had," I agreed

We then got dressed and moved to my room. As we entered we saw Amit fucking my wife and Sunil fucking Amit's wife. 

Seeing my wife getting fucked by another guy made me hard again. I decided to join in. As I stripped, Amit's wife Sunita called me to her so that she could suck me while Sunil was fucking her. 

Neha also stripped and shockingly my wife called her "Neha, can I lick my husband's cum from your pussy?" She did not know that I had fucked Neha's ass.

Neha was excited and sat on my wife's face spreading her pussy where some of the cum from her ass had leaked.

We continued our orgy for the next two days, during which all of us fucked each other.

This opened our marriage such that any of us within our closed group can fuck each other's wife.

Yesterday, while returning home, I dropped by Amit's house for a drink. Sunita brought the drink in a negligee. She gave me the drink and pulled my trousers down. She started licking my cock while her husband sat next to me on the sofa. She then stripped naked and lowered her wet pussy on to my cock, fucking me right in front of her husband.

As I entered my house I found my wife naked getting fucked by Sunil while his wife's cunt was being licked by my wife.

When I had to go out of town, I left my wife at Amit's place and she later told me that she spent two whole days naked fucking and getting fucked by both Amit and Sunita. 

We now plan to add a few more couples to our group to add variety, more about that next time.



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Several years ago, my wife, Brandie, and I, had been separated for eight months, but for a compassionate reason. Her Mother, who lived in another state, had been diagnosed with cancer and needed someone to care for her in her last several months of life. So, Brandie made the decision to move in with her Mom, take care of her to her passing, then dispose of her assets, and close out all of her affairs. 

My wife and I were both in our fifties and had been married for over twenty years. We were passionately in love with each other and had a very active sex life. Brandie and I, used to work together, at a job that had us on the road, more than we were home. But when her Mother fell ill, my wife took an early retirement, spent several months at home, with frequent trips back and forth to see her Mom, and went to live with her, those last eight months. So, when I was home on the weekends, and the house was empty, except for me being in it, I missed my wife terribly! 

During those eight months, I only had a couple of weekends when my work took me close to her Mother's home, that I was able to be there with her, and her Mom. Needless to say, with the stress my wife was under, and with her Mother in the house, terminally ill, my wife's sex drive on those few occasions, was nearly nonexistent. Same was true for the weekend I spent there for the funeral, about a month before my wife finally moved back home.

While Brandie was gone to live with her Mom, I hired a housekeeping service to keep the house clean and do my laundry, so that I didn't have to spend my weekends doing those chores. When I made the decision to get a housekeeper service, I set up a bunch of web linked spy cams, all over the house, so that every corner of every room was covered, including the bathroom and laundry room. These cameras were hidden in clocks, picture frames, mirrors, fake smoke detectors, and other devices that I could plant all over the house and no one would notice them. Then while I was out on the road on business, I could make sure that my housekeepers weren't ripping me off, using my house for illicit reasons, or snooping where they had no business snooping. I never caught them doing anything unsavory, and before anyone gets upset at me for even spying on them in the bathroom, I only had one spy cam in there, in a fake smoke detector on the ceiling, and that didn't reveal anything of a private nature, when all they did was pull their pants down, or dress up, to sit on the toilet. At least one of the cams, in each room of the house, had a microphone on it, so that I could also hear what was going on, as well as see it. With all of these cams, I had the limited ability to scan left/right/up/down, and to zoom in and out to a certain extent with each of them. 

When my wife finally moved back home, I thought it would be fun to leave the cameras in place and not tell her about them. That way, while I was out on the road, I could see her, when she didn't know I could see her, and I could play little games with her head. I didn't do this because I suspected that my wife was cheating on me when I wasn't home, or for any other reason. It really was driven by just a playful desire to screw with her head a little, before I eventually told her about them. I thought the most I might ever catch her doing, was maybe using her vibrator on herself while I was away, and if I caught her at that, I intended to call her, choose that moment to talk dirty to her, and maybe have a little phone sex. Little did I know, that these cameras were going to become a treasure trove of sexual pleasure, way beyond my wildest dreams!

After Brandie was back home, and had finally released all of that pent up tension that she had been under for so many months, we started to get our lives back to normal. The first thing that we did, was to start fucking like rabbits! Whenever I was at home, we were almost constantly having sex. As long as we were in the home alone, and didn't have visitors, or family around, Brandie was wearing some of her sexiest and sleaziest lingerie, and we had sex all over the house! A few times, those first few weeks she was home and I was on the road working, I did catch her on those cams, using her vibrator. I did call her, and we did have phone sex, which is something that my wife had almost never done the entire time that I had known her. But since I "caught her", in the act, at a particularly horny moment, she was game. Of course she thought it was just coincidence, she had no idea that I could see her!

About a month after she was home, my wife and I, decided to throw a party with a few close friends and blow off some of the steam of the last year. So, on a Saturday night, about two dozen friends showed up at our home and we all proceeded to party. Of course we had plenty of booze, and our friends brought more. We had music playing through a system that I hooked up years ago in our home, that allowed us to hear it in any room of the house, and this caused spontaneous dancing between couples, and sometimes women dancing with each other, while the men watched, in various places throughout the house. The women were all in their mid 30's to mid 50's, none of them were bad looking, and all of them were dressed to kill! With a chance to party, and no doubt with a little female competition in mind as well, they had all dressed very sexy in short skirts, high heels, revealing blouses, etc. 

My wife, Brandie, although she was in her mid 50's, at 5'7" tall, blond hair, pretty face, 38C tits, perfect ass, and long sexy legs that many women half her age would kill to have, was the sexiest women there. I'm not gonna tell that old tired lie, that my 50ish wife was so fucking hot that she made 20 year old "Barbie types" look like men. No, she's not that perfect. She carried a little more weight around her middle than she wanted, but other than that, she was one sexy, and fucking desirable 50ish woman, who easily passed for early 40's!

My wife has always had a great collection of sexy clothes, from normal street wear and business attire, that was respectable and sexy at the same time, to slutty club wear that made her look like a tramp, to lingerie that revealed ALL that she wanted to show, and everything in between!

For this party, she was wearing a very see through, dark red, nylon blouse that had a solid silk collar, sleeve cuffs, trim down the front where the buttons and button holes were, and two solid silk pockets, strategically placed over her tits. If she were wearing this blouse out anywhere, she would wear a camisole underneath it. Tonight she just wore a sexy lace, black, hook in the front bra under it. When she first put it on, I mentioned to her how sexy that was, but that some of the wives of the couples, who were coming to the party tonight, might not like her showing "that much" to their husbands. 

Brandie responded with, "Fuck 'em! This is my house, my party, and if they don't like it, they can take their men and go home!"

She completed her outfit with a dark red thong that matched the color of the blouse, a pair of high quality, shear black, thigh high stockings with lacy tops, and a short black skirt that barely came down over the tops of her stockings while standing. Sitting on a bar stool, on a chair, or in a soft cushioned living room chair, she was going to be showing the tops of those stockings and bare thighs above them.

She capped off her outfit with a pair of dark red, velvet, high heeled pumps, that matched the color of her blouse and thong. 

As the party got wound up and everyone started feeling the effects of the copious amounts of alcohol we were all consuming, the dancing became a little more sexual, and a few of the women even "flashed" a quick view of a bare ass cheek, a barely covered tit, or a G-string covered pussy! But no matter how much the men begged for more, we couldn't get any of the women naked. A couple of times during the night, a husband/wife, or boyfriend/girlfriend couple, would slip off into one of the other bedrooms, (other than our master bedroom), and have a quickie.

I am a voyeur, and I LOVE to watch real people having sex! I don't care much for professional porn flicks, but give me an amateur video, and I'm watching that start to finish and yanking my cock all the way through! So, each time one of the couples slipped off to have some sex, I slipped into the master bedroom, bathroom, with my laptop computer, closed and locked the door, and spent several minutes watching my friends having the kind of incredible, passionate, raw sex, that couples have usually, only when they're drunk! I tried not to watch too long, because I didn't want to raise my wife's suspicions and have her come find me in the bathroom with my laptop.

By midnight, some of the people had left, and the party had dwindled down to one other couple, Jeff and Sarah, one single guy, Tom, and a guy by himself, Dave, who's wife hadn't come to the party. We were ALL, stinking drunk and bound not to let the party end until we passed out, or the sun came up, whichever came first.

The six of us, sat at the dining room table and started playing poker, at first for one dollar ante. After a few hands, it was a five dollar ante. 

Then my wife spoke up and said, "Fuck! For that kinda money, we might just as well be playing strip poker," as if a five dollar ante was more than she could afford!

We all laughed, but then Tom threw a shoe on the table and said, "OK! Strip poker. One item of clothing to ante up, one chance to draw cards, one item of clothing to raise, or you fold, then show the cards."

Suddenly, the other two guys and myself, threw more shoes on the table and Sarah looked at her husband, Jeff, as if to say, "Are you crazy?"

He just looked at her and said, "Oh, come on baby. We'll quit at the underwear!"

So Sarah, and my wife, Brandie, both put a high heeled shoe on the table.

The poker game went on for about an hour, with clothing being swapped back and forth and all of us slowly getting more naked. Sarah gave up her skirt for one hand, but made sure her blouse was pulled down over her ass and pussy, even though she was wearing some of those "boy cut" type panties that covered more of her bottom than a swimsuit would have. She won that hand, and now having many more pieces of clothing that weren't her's to ante up with, she put her skirt back on. Brandie lost her skirt and was only wearing a thong under it that barely covered her cleanly shaved pussy in the front, and with the thong pulled into the crack of her ass, it covered nothing of her ass! The other three men all gazed approvingly upon my wife as she stripped off her short skirt and threw it on the table. Brandie's blouse wasn't quite as long as Sarah's was, and it was mostly shear, see through nylon anyway, so it barely gave my wife any cover below the waist, but in her inebriated condition, she didn't seem to care. And as we played, there were a couple of times that my wife got up from the table to step into the kitchen to freshen her own, or my drink, get ice, or a snack, and every time that she did, play nearly stopped, as all four of us men watched my wife's bare ass going into the kitchen, and her barely covered pussy, coming out! 

This didn't set well with the very drunk Sarah and she started to bitch at her husband for looking at Brandie too much. They soon left and went home, with Sarah tugging on Jeff's leash all the way!

After they left, there were just the four of us, Tom, Dave, Brandie, and me. 

We laughed our asses off about how pissed off Sarah was at Jeff, and Dave said he was glad that his wife wasn't here, or he might be gone by now too, but he continued on and said, "But I'm glad she isn't, so I can see more of Brandie's sexy ass!"

I was drunk, but not so drunk that I didn't realize, that he wouldn't have been that blunt, if we had all been sober. But then again, if we had all been sober, my wife wouldn't be running around in a thong in front of these other men! I took a bit of personal pride in the fact, that I knew these other two men enjoyed the sight of my wife's nearly naked bottom!

We continued to play the game until all the men were down to just our undershorts. Dave and me in white jockey's and Tom a pair of gray boxers. Brandie was down to just her bra, thong, and blouse. We all had a pile of clothing to work with, so no one was in danger of losing their underwear anytime soon. But, Brandie, only had a couple of pieces to work with, before she was going to have to start stripping more off. To her good fortune, she won the next hand. As she pulled the pot of clothing in to her, I got up from the table and went into the kitchen to mix myself another Jack and coke. 

The pile she had won, included her two thigh high stockings, that she had previously lost. So my wife decided to put them back on, and do it in a "showmanship" manner, teasing these guys as she did it. I watched from the kitchen, as Brandie slipped one stocking over her right foot, then stretched her leg out and put the heel of her foot on the edge of Dave's chair, right between his legs, and then pressed her foot and toes down on the hard bulge in his undershorts, as she reached down and slowly slid the stocking up her leg and over her kneecap. Once it was over her knee, she lifted her foot high into the air, no doubt giving both men a great view of her pussy slit, barely covered by her thong between her legs, as she slid the stocking the rest of the way up her leg and stopped at mid-thigh. 

Tom and Dave watched this show, intently, and I'm sure they enjoyed every minute of it. Brandie repeated the show, taking her time and slowly putting on her left stocking. As I watched, I started thinking to myself; 

My wife, Brandie, and I, had been living a "HOT Wife" sexual lifestyle for many years, probably 15, or more, at that time. We had been sharing her with other men, (and a few women along the way), in mostly threesomes, but there had been a few small gang bangs, here and there. Since we had gotten married, I hadn't ever had sex with any other women, because, 1.) I wasn't interested in that, I got all the sex I wanted and needed off my wife, Brandie. 2.) I am a voyeur, I LOVE to watch "real people" having sex, and there's no one more REAL, than my own wife! 3.) I enjoyed sharing my wife with other men, so that I knew she was getting the total, and complete sexual satisfaction, that no one man could ever give her. Oh sure, when she had sex with me, or any other man, on a one to one basis, she got sexually fulfilled, and was satisfied. But I enjoyed seeing her getting so much sex, that she was actually completely spent and so sexually satisfied, that she literally couldn't continue, and no one man could do that to her! That took at least two men and sometimes more! Our adventures of sharing her with other men had happened at bars, nightclubs, the swingers club we were members of, and many times by happenstance, from a chance meeting somewhere of a man with whom we just clicked, and ended up having sex with. These sharing adventures, were rarely planned, and I found them to be more sexually stimulating, and fun, when they weren't planned.

As I watched my wife putting on this reverse striptease show of putting on her stockings to the delight of our two friends, I thought that it was very possible that my wife, Brandie, would soon fuck all three of us men, before those two left for the night. Then another devilish thought occurred to me; I remembered the cameras that I had all around the house and I wondered, if I left Brandie alone with these two guys, what would she do with them? She and I hadn't discussed her having sex with anyone at, or after this party tonight, and as a general rule, if she was going to have sex with anyone, without me around, I usually gave her my prior approval for her to do that. Even if there was no intended man in mind, and it was just a generic, "If the situation happens, go ahead and have a good time," she never had sex with anyone, without at least my general approval. Even though we practiced a "HOT Wife" lifestyle, that didn't mean a "fuck anyone you want, whenever you want", lifestyle. It was understood between the two of us, that fucking, without my prior approval was, "cheating". So, I wondered, if I left her alone with these two drunk, horny friends of ours, and she equally as drunk, would she "cheat"? 

I decided to find out. I thought that after a few more hands of poker, I would pretend to go to sleep, (pass out drunk), and have them take me to bed. Then if they kept playing the strip poker game, I could watch on my cameras and see what happened.

When Brandie was done putting her stockings back on for our drunk, horny friends, I went back into the dining room and sat back down so the game could resume. After a few more hands had been played, Brandie didn't have any clothes left to ante up and bet with, other than the two stockings, bra, thong and blouse, that she was wearing. I figured this was a good time to "pass out", so as the cards were being shuffled to be dealt again, I hung my head on my chest and, "went to sleep".

Brandie tried to wake me by shaking me and calling my name several times, but I wouldn't respond. The three of them all laughed about me not being able to handle my liquor, and then Brandie asked the two guys to help get me into the bedroom. Tom and Dave literally carried me to the master bedroom and laid me down on the bed, closing the door quietly as they left.

As soon as they were out of the room, I sat up on the edge of the bed, and opened my laptop, which was on the nightstand next to my side of the bed. I quickly went to the camera that gave me the best view of the dining room, where the poker game was being played, and I saw Tom and Dave walk back into the room from having taken me to the bedroom. Brandie entered from the kitchen. She had brought both men a fresh beer each, and then she went back into the kitchen as the men sat back down. When Brandie returned from the kitchen, she was carrying a large ashtray, a bag of pre-rolled medicinal marijuana joints that she had brought back from her Mother's house, and a lighter. 

Brandie had brought three baggies full of medicinal marijuana home from her Mother's house with the intent of selling it to some of our friends. But apparently, she was going to share some of it, with our two friends, as they all continued to play strip poker. I know why she hadn't gotten it out before hand, I'm subject to random drug screens on my job and so she didn't want me to be exposed to it. 

Brandie handed each man their own joint and passed the lighter around for everyone to light up. 

Tom and Dave asked where she got such a large amount of pot, and Brandie told them, adding, "So, smoke up and enjoy! Trust me, it's some good shit," and they all started laughing!

The three of them sat there, smoking their individual joints for several minutes and building a cloud of pot smoke in the room, until Dave finally said, "Come on Tom, deal the cards."

Tom shuffled the cards and dealt the next hand. Brandie anted up one of her stockings. I could see her cards, and she didn't have a thing to work with. She kept a King, and drew four cards. I could see that she still didn't even have a pair. I switched cameras and I could see that Tom had three Jacks, and I couldn't see Dave's hand. Tom raised the ante, Dave folded and my wife, to my amazement, threw in her other stocking! Tom showed his cards and of course won the pot. Brandie made the lame excuse that she was holding a King high, junk hand, and thought that Tom was just bluffing, so she stayed in. They all laughed at my wife's dumb assed poker move and then took more hits off their individual joints. 

Dave started to shuffle the cards and then it hit him, that to ante up for this next hand, Brandie was going to have to remove her thong, bra, or blouse, (not that the blouse was hiding much anyway). That thought had already occurred to me, and I was wondering if she was going to do it? Dave stopped shuffling the cards and tossed a piece of clothing on the table, as did Tom. 




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Then he looked at Brandie and said, "Brandie, what's it gonna be? The thong, the bra, or the blouse?"

My wife made a halfhearted protest that the game was over for her, but the two guys, toking on their joints, both laughed, and Dave said, "Oh, no! The game ain't over til someone is naked!"

Brandie stood up and unbuttoned her blouse, slipped it off, leaving her in only her skimpy black, lace bra, and red thong. Both of the men whistled and clapped at my wife's newly, more naked appearance, and she gave a mocked show of modesty, by covering herself with her crossed arms as they all laughed and she sat back down.

Dave shuffled the cards and dealt them out. I checked Brandie's hand and she had a pair of deuces. I couldn't see Tom's hand right away, but Dave had three five's for a three of kind hand. Brandie drew three cards. Tom drew two, and Dave drew two. Then Brandie folded. Tom raised Dave, Dave stayed in and won the hand. 

They all paused now and took some time finishing off the joints they had started. When Brandie had her's down to a nub, she reached over and put the roach out in the ashtray, like you would a normal cigarette. 

Tom said, "Hey! You're wasting some good shit there," and they all laughed again, this time you could tell the pot was making them all a little sillier!

"There's plenty more where that came from," Brandie said. "I've got three big bags of that stuff. No need to burn your fingers."

When they had all finished their joints, Brandie walked into the kitchen and got herself another shot of tequila and a piece of lemon. 

Returning to the table, the deck of cards was siting in front of her and Dave said, "It's your turn to deal." He knew that Brandie didn't have any clothing to ante up with except the bra and thong that she was wearing. I knew that too, and I wondered if she was going to do it.

As Dave urged her to shuffle and deal, my wife made another halfhearted attempt to again, claim that the game was over for her. 

Tom, spoke up and said, "Come on Brandie, playing strip poker was your idea. You're not gonna quit now are you?"

I could see her pausing for a moment, then, Brandie reached up in front of her and unhooked her bra, in the front, pulled it off her shoulders, and threw it on the table. I switched to a camera, where I could see her from the front, as my wife's gorgeous 38C tits sagged, just a bit, as they came free of the bra. My wife had a breast lift job, not an augmentation, just a lift, several years earlier. So, without a bra, her tits stood up in a natural way, like they did when she was in her 20's. I had always loved the way my wife's nipples were so large, nearly as big around as a fingernail, and stood so hard and erect when she was sexually excited. So, when she had the lift done, she had the doctor make her nipples stand erect, all the time, although they still swelled a little bit bigger and harder, when she was sexually turned on. With the right bras and shirts, my wife's nipples were often visible through her clothing, and I LOVED IT! Of course, it always got lots of attention from other men too.

Right now though, these two guys weren't having to imagine what my wife's tits and nipples looked like through any clothing, as they swung openly and freely in front of them!

Tom and Dave, both gave out approving whistles, Tom a little louder than Dave and I heard Dave tell him, "Careful man, don't be so loud. You'll wake Joe up," I guess he was afraid that if I woke up and came out of the bedroom, that would be the end of the party.

As soon as she had thrown her bra on the table, Brandie tipped up the shot of tequila she had on the table and sucked on the lemon.

It was while she was doing that, the guys were whistling and hooting about my wife's tits, and when she put the lemon peel down, she told them, "Don't worry about him. He won't wake up till well after daylight," which at the current 2 AM, was still another four and a half hours away.

Dave reached over and brazenly pinched and tweaked my wife's nipple. She just sat there as he did it, but it was obvious that she enjoyed his fingers pulling at her nipple. I saw her close her eyes and moan with a bit of pleasure, as she tried to not let it bother her, at the same time. I had always said that I thought my wife had a secret nerve that ran from her nipples straight to her clit, because if she was already really turned on, she could often be shoved over the edge into an orgasm just by playing with her tits and nipples. 

I switched back to the previous camera view, where I was looking from behind Brandie, at Dave's face and I could see his grin and look of delight on his face as he looked at my wife's tits and pinched her nipple. I could also see the obvious bulge of his hard cock in the front of his tight, white, jockey shorts!

Brandie opened her eyes, brushed Dave's hand away, and said, "Come on man, I got to deal the fucking cards! You don't want me to sit here naked all night do you?"

To which Tom and Dave both broke up laughing, and my wife started a marijuana high, giggling fit, too!

Brandie quickly dealt the cards out and I could see that Brandie had nothing. I switched around to two other cameras and saw that Dave had a pair of deuces, and Tom had junk. Brandie took four cards, Tom four, and Dave three. Brandie still had nothing! Tom amazingly drew three, fours, and Dave added one more deuce to his pair, for a three of a kind. Tom, figuring he had a winning hand and that he could either get Brandie out of her thong right now, or would at least force her out of it for the next hand, raised with a piece of clothing on the pot. Dave stayed in. It was up to my wife to see the raise, or fold.

To my utter amazement, she stood up and slowly pulled her thong down, completely exposing her cleanly shaved pussy to both of her poker partners. I quickly switched back and forth from one camera to the next, so I could she her pussy come uncovered, like they could, and I could see their faces as they sat mesmerized, by the sight of my wife's beautiful pussy being exposed, from behind the small triangle of cloth that had been barely hiding it all night! I watched Brandie bend over towards Dave, and she seemed to be staring into his face, as he was staring at her pussy. She pulled her thong off her foot and threw it on the table. My wife had just "RAISED" the pot, (and two other men's cocks, as well as mine, the rest of the way, if they weren't already completely hard), with the only piece of clothing she had left, with a junk hand! It was pretty obvious that she was ending the poker game, right here, right now!

Without bothering to ask Tom what cards he had, Dave simply turned his cards over and showed his three deuces, saying, "You lose, Brandie!"

Since my wife had thrown her thong onto the table, she had stood there, totally naked in front of these other two men, as they looked her up and down, and then Dave threw his cards out.

Then I watched my wife bend over towards Dave with an evil grin on her face, put her hand on the large bulge of his hard cock in the front of his jockey shorts, and she said, "I don't think there will be any losers here tonight."

Leaning a little closer, my wife opened her mouth and planted her lips on Dave's in a hot, passionate, kiss. I zoomed a camera in, as best I could on their faces, and I could clearly see that they were swapping tongues in a very sexual French kiss. My wife likes to suck on a man's tongue like it's a cock, giving him a preview of what she'll do for him in a few minutes! I zoomed back out and watched my wife rubbing her hand over the large bulge in Dave's shorts, while they continued making out. Dave reached up with one hand and started rubbing and tweaking a tit and nipple, while he reached between my wife's legs with his other and rubbed her pussy.

Tom sat patiently at the other side of the table, swigging his beer, slowly, and watching Dave and Brandie making out. When Brandie broke off the kiss with Dave, she stood up, pulling Dave by the hand, and saying to both men, "Let's move this game into the living room."

As my wife led the way into the living room, the men followed. I switched cams to the living room, where I had four different cams to cover the entire room. Brandie waved her hand toward the couch and told them to take a seat, as she walked over to the TV. I had a cam hidden in a small box on the side of the DVD player that had a small black window on it and it said, "Remote Sensor" on it. Anyone would just think that that's what it was. Even my wife, who never really paid much attention to our electronics, except how to make them play, change channels, and adjust the volume, hadn't noticed that little box wasn't on that DVD player nearly nine months ago, before she had gone to her Mother's. As Brandie stopped in front of the TV, her crotch was right in front of this camera by not more than six inches! Since we had been having a party, the living room was dimly lit and it was difficult to see any details of my wife's pussy, even though it was so close to the camera. 

I heard her ask the two men, seated on the couch behind her, if they liked porn movies, and I knew she was pulling one out of a cabinet on the entertainment center. 

I heard Tom speak up and say, "I like them, OK, but I really prefer to MAKE my own!"

That brought forth lots of laughter and marijuana induced giggling from all three of them, as my wife turned on the TV and popped a DVD in the player. As the blue screen of the TV came on before the movie started, Brandie's pussy was lit up in perfect view and literally filled my laptop computer screen! I could now, clearly see how swollen, with sexual passion, my wife's pussy lips were. They were slightly parted as they always are when they are swollen with the expectation of upcoming sexual action, and the slit that was revealed between them, was glistening wet with some of my wife's own juices that her horny cunt had already secreted, and that Dave no doubt had brought forth by a finger, or two, inside Brandie's cunt while they were making out at the table. 

My wife wisely muted the volume of the TV so they wouldn't have to listen to the phony sounds of passion coming from the actors in the porn movie, and I was glad that she had done that, so that I could clearly hear any conversation, and their "real" sounds of passion, over the soft music still emanating from the house stereo system speakers in the ceiling. 

Brandie stepped back from the TV and over towards the couch, where the two men were sitting, one on each end of the couch, still wearing their undershorts. I thought to myself, "What dumb asses! I would have come out of those undershorts somewhere between the dining room table and the living room couch!" In fact, here, in the bedroom, watching this sexual display on my laptop, I had, several minutes ago, shed my own underwear and was sitting there naked, slowly stroking my hard cock and manipulating the camera views.

My wife took a seat between the two men. For just a moment, after she first sat down, I had a vision of my wife sitting there, on our living room couch, totally naked, between two men, friends, whom we had known for years, both of them in just their undershorts with obvious hard cocks inside, and I KNEW, she was going to fuck these guys! But the biggest thrill of it all, for me, was that neither she, nor the men, had any idea that I was watching from the other room! THIS, was a voyeur's dream set up!

Both men leaned over, towards my wife, and started sucking on her nipples. Tom slid a hand down between my wife's legs and I watched as my wife, acting like a total slut, (which she actually WAS, at that particular moment), scoot her ass forward a little and spread her legs to give him easier access to her pussy, and the hot, wet, fuck hole, that was so wanting something, anything, shoved into it! Tom obliged by shoving a finger, or two, up my wife's slick channel, into her cunt as far as he could get them. I saw Brandie react to the sudden invasion of his fingers into her, by throwing her head back, opening her mouth and loudly gasping as she pulled both men's heads tight against her bosom and enjoyed Tom's fingers sliding deep up her cunt! It took less than two minutes of Tom finger fucking my wife, while they both sucked on her tits, and I saw my wife erupting in a good, medium sized orgasm! I watched as she tightened her abdomen, pushed her feet on the floor, lifting her ass up off the couch, and nearly screaming and intermittently gasping for air, as she climaxed through, a nice, mid-level orgasm. 

As her climax passed over her, and my wife relaxed back down on the couch, the two men came up for air, and I heard Dave say to her, "That was quick! You must have been ready and wanting that!"

Brandie responded by just gently laughing and breathing hard. Dave stood up and pulled his undershorts off, letting his hard cock spring out in front of him. 

Then he reached over and grabbed my wife by the hair on the back of her head and pulled her forward, at the same time saying, "Well, let me show you what I'm ready for, and wanting!"

Knowing what he wanted, my wife obediently opened her mouth and allowed Dave to shove his hard cock into her mouth. My wife loves for a man to grab a handful of her hair and kind of gently fuck her mouth, by forcing her head up and down, or back and forth, while she's sucking his cock. But Dave was was going a little farther than that. He wasn't just shoving my wife's head back and forth on his cock, he was also shoving his hips back and forth, really fucking her mouth like he was slamming in and out of a pussy. Just a guess from seeing his cock before he shoved into her mouth, I would say that Dave was 6 to 7 inches long and pretty fat in circumference. My wife's lips were stretched pretty tight around his cock and he made her involuntarily cough, or gag, a couple of times, when he shoved in so far, that his ball sack swung forward and hit my wife on her chin.

As Dave started roughly force fucking my wife's mouth, I knew she was doing her best to give him one of her world class blow jobs. My wife sucks cock better than any woman, I've ever had my cock in their mouth, and I know how good it was feeling to him, having her lips wrapped around his cock. 

In the meantime, Tom was sitting next to Brandie with a hand in between her and Dave, playing with her tits and occasionally slipping down to finger her pussy between her legs. Each time he did that, I saw my wife spread her legs to give him better access, and I could hear her moan around Dave's cock plowing in and out of her mouth. 

Then Dave looked down at Tom and said, "Oh my God , man! I never knew Brandie could suck a cock like this, or I would have gotten this a long time ago!" 

Hearing that, I thought to myself, "He's talking as if he could just have my wife whenever he wanted her. We've known him, and his wife, for many years and he's never made any moves on my wife before. What makes him think he could have done this before tonight?"

Then he said, "Damn, Tom. This bitch's mouth is great! I'll bet her slut cunt is even better!" 

This guy, who we had known for years, was talking about my wife like she was some piece of ass just to be used for his own personal sexual gratification, and my wife, seemed to be enjoying it!

I hadn't been stroking my cock in quite some time, because I was so engrossed in switching camera views back and forth, looking for the best viewing angles. But I suddenly realized, that my cock was hard as a rock and twitching, my heart was racing, and my breathing was more rapid, all of it due to watching and hearing my wife being "used" like a common whore! 

I noticed that Brandie had reached over and fished Tom's hard cock out of his boxers, and was stroking him, while Dave was using her mouth. 

Tom stood up and shucked his boxers, while at the same time pushing on Brandie's shoulder away from him, and telling Dave, "Well sit down and let her suck you, while I get in behind her, and I'll tell ya how good her pussy is."

So, Dave pulled his cock out of my wife's mouth and sat down on the couch, as Brandie obediently repositioned herself for these two men, who were "using" her. Once Brandie was on one knee on the couch, with her other foot on the floor, and sucked Dave's cock back into her mouth, Tom got behind her. Grabbing his cock in one hand, he positioned it at the opening of my wife's pussy and shoving forward, I saw the head of his cock disappear between my wife's pussy lips. Then he pulled his hand out from between his pelvis and her ass, grabbed Brandie by both hips, and with one shove, pushed his hard cock all the way into my wife until his ball sack was all that kept him from going deeper up her cunt! I had a web cam on the end table, right behind him, at the end of the couch, hidden inside a table lamp, that gave me a perfect view of his cock plowing into my wife's cunt!

As Tom's cock slid all the way into my wife in that one, quick stroke, my wife, momentarily lifted her head up and took Dave's cock out of her mouth. I heard her gasp and moan with pleasure at the feelings of her cunt so quickly being filled with what she was so obviously wanting, HARD COCK! And it didn't seem as though she cared, who's it was! 

Once Tom hit bottom, and Brandie had a chance to get that gasp out, Dave grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved her mouth down on his cock again, saying to her, "I didn't tell you to stop sucking me yet, bitch! Get back to work."

I switched back to the cam by the DVD player, which gave me a better view of my wife sucking Dave's cock and I could see that she wasn't at all put off by Dave's rough demeanor. She was pulling at his cock with her mouth, moaning slightly, and massaging his balls with one hand as she was obviously enjoying sucking him off. She looked to me, like she was eagerly trying to get him off in her mouth!

Meantime, Tom had started stroking his cock in and out of my wife's pussy, and from this angle, I could see him hold his head back, close his eyes for a moment, and enjoy the feeling of his hard cock inside my wife's tight, cunt, which I knew had to be sopping wet and hot as Hell! Then he opened his eyes again and looked down at his own cock sliding in and out of my wife.

I switched back to the table lamp view and I could see his cock sliding in and out. There was a frothy, whitish foam, from Brandie's cunt, built up around Tom's cock, where my wife's pussy lips were squeezed around his hard tool. 

I heard Tom, say to Dave, "Oh yeah, man! Her cunt is tight! And she is hot and wet! We'll have to switch in a bit and let you get some of this."

"Not quite yet," Dave replied, "I'm gonna blow my load here in a minute."

I switched back to a cam from across the room, and I had a perfect view of my wife, on her knee on the couch, being drilled from behind by Tom, and being face down in Dave's lap, sucking his cock. She seemed to really enjoy being so rudely used by these two men, who were our friends, and at about that moment, my wife exploded in a huge orgasm!

I saw her belly start to spasm, and she shoved her ass back, towards Tom's pelvis, trying to drive his cock into herself as deep as she could get it. Against Dave's wishes, she pulled her head up, while he was trying to hold her down, because she had to get some air as she nearly screamed into her orgasm!

I heard her grunting and moaning with pleasure as she said, "OH MY GOD! That feels sooooo fucking gooooood! Oh! Come on! PUSH! OH! You're making me cuuuuuum! Mmmmmmmmmm!"

I quickly switched back to the table lamp cam and I could see my wife's cunt muscles squeezing at Tom's cock as he rammed his cock home, to give her the "push" she was begging for. Fresh fluids were gushing out of her, around his cock, and I saw some drops of fluids dripping onto the couch below where they were conjoined together.




My Wife Cheats as I Watch by Webcam



As my wife's climax swept over her and subsided, Dave forced her head back down in his lap, and she submitted to him by opening her mouth and sucking his cock back in. Tom resumed his rhythmic fucking of Brandie's cunt. 

I heard Dave say, "Yeah, Baby! That's it! You're gonna make me blow!"

I saw my wife pull her head up and he rammed her back down, "No way, Baby! You're gonna swallow every drop of this," he told her as he shoved his cock up into her mouth.

Then I saw him lean back against the couch, tense up, raise his ass a bit upwards, and grunt with pleasure, as he emptied the contents of his balls into my wife's mouth. I could see Brandie trying to swallow, but I knew it was difficult for her since he was shooting it upward into the back of her throat, and her mouth was stretched over his pretty large cock. Because of the bright light coming from the porno movie on the TV, I was able to see some of Dave's cum load leak out around my wife's lips and run down onto Dave's balls. 

Just about the time he was done filling Brandie's mouth, I saw Tom shove hard against her ass and hold it there, as he said, "And I'm gonna fill her from this end," then he grunted and I knew that he was shooting his own load of cum deep in my wife's cunt!

I quickly switched back to that table lamp cam and I could see Tom's asshole puckering and his balls jerking with spasms as he filled my wife's fuck hole. Then I saw some of it leak out around his cock and drip onto the couch.

While Tom was emptying himself into Brandie's pussy, I saw Dave relax his hold on the back of her head. She pulled her mouth up off him, but grabbed his softening cock with her hand and without his urging, she started to lick him like an ice cream cone to clean the cum off his cock that she hadn't been able to swallow. 

When Tom's orgasm had passed, he pulled his softening cock out of my wife's pussy and sat down on the couch behind her. I could see globs of the mixture of his cum, and her juices, squirt out of her pussy, as my wife stood up and started to walk away, with most of that running down the inside of her thighs. 

Seeing my wife getting almost simultaneously filled from both ends, by a couple of guys, who were our friends, while neither they, nor my wife, knew I was watching, and seeing how much she was loving it, like a purely unadulterated slut, was more than I could stand! I gave myself a couple of more jerks, and blew a huge load of cum into the wad of Kleenex that I had in my hand. 

When I was done cumming, and regained my composure and focus, I looked back at the laptop screen to see what was going on now, and I wondered what was going to happen next.

I could see that both Dave and Tom were sitting on the couch, wiping sweat off their brows with their hands, trying to regain their normal breathing rates, and both were taking swigs off the beers they had brought into the living room with them when they first followed Brandie in there. 

I heard them talking to each other about how much fun that had been, how good my wife's sexual talents were, and I heard Dave say, "Man! Now that I know how good that shit is, that Joe's getting everyday, I'm coming back to get some more of that as often as I can!"

I thought, "What makes this guy think he can just fuck my wife anytime he wants to," and then I thought, "Where did Brandie go?"

I switched to the bathroom cam, thinking she had gone into the main bathroom in the hallway, and she wasn't in there. So I looked in the kitchen, thinking she might have gone for a cold drink, but she wasn't there. I switched back to the dining room and there she was, standing at the dining room table with a cold beer sweating on the table next to her, (obviously she had already been in the kitchen), and she was fishing some new joints out of the baggie full of medicinal marijuana that was on the table. I saw her pick up her beer, the ashtray, and take them, along with the joints and a lighter, into the living room. 

I switched to a cam on a table near the doorway, between the dining room and living room, and as Brandie walked by it, I got a great glimpse of her ass as she walked by, and I could clearly see the wetness of her's and Tom's combined juices wetting the inside of her thighs.

She walked over to the couch and sat down between the two men, setting the ashtray and her beer on the coffee table, and handed each man a new joint. All three of them lit up and started taking long, deep hits off their joints. I had never known my wife to smoke pot, she didn't even smoke cigarettes. But here she was, smoking a joint like an old pro. I later found out, that she hadn't smoked any pot, since long before I met her. But, with the ready availability of it at her Mother's house, she had smoked it sometimes, with her Mother. She said it helped her deal with the stress of caring for her ailing Mother, but tonight, it was helping her be a slut!

The three of them sat there on the couch smoking their joints, drinking beer, and watching the action on the silent porno, showing on the TV. I heard all three of them making small talk, jokes, and laughing, giggling like a bunch of high potheads will do. Occasionally, I would see one of the men reach over and play with one of my wife's tits. Or, reach down and stroke her cum soaked pussy. The first time one of them did that, I saw my wife scoot her ass forward and spread her legs for him, and my cock started to twitch back to hardness, as I watched my wife acting like a complete slut. 

Ten, maybe fifteen minutes went by, and they all had their joints down to little stubs. 

I heard Brandie say, "Look at that. That bitch doesn't know how to suck a cock, or that guy wouldn't be soft. Look at that! She can't even get him hard!"

Dave spoke up and said, "I know that you can do better than that."

"You're damn right I can," I heard my wife say.

Tom, said, "Well you'll have to prove that to me."

My wife giggled and said, "Well, I will. But SOMEONE, and I don't care who, is going to eat my pussy before I do anything else!"

At that, Dave leaned over and stabbed his joint out in the ashtray. Then he slid off the couch, pushing the coffee table back, as he moved around in front of Brandie. My wife, knowing what he was gonna do, scooted her ass to the edge of the couch, leaning her shoulders and head against the back of it, and spread her legs wide as Dave went head first into my wife's crotch and began licking her pussy.

As Dave's mouth and tongue made that first contact with her pussy, Brandie moaned with pleasure and said, "Oh, yeah! Eat that thing, Baby!"

Then she laid there moaning and groaning with pleasure, while Dave licked her pussy, and she took a few more drags off her joint. Within just a few minutes, Dave had her squirming and enjoying his oral work on her pussy so much, that she handed her roach to Tom, who reached over and put it out in the ashtray, along with his own. 

I saw my wife put her hands on the back of Dave's head, pull her feet up into the air, spreading her legs even wider, and I could hear her urging him on with, "Oh yeah, Baby! That's it! Ummmmmm. Lick it, Baby. Oh yeah! Just like that! Fuck me with your tongue, man. EWWWW! YEAH! That's it! Stick your tongue up my cunt like it's a cock! Oh, YEAH! Oh! FUCK! You're gonna make me cum, Baby! Don't stop now," and I saw her push hard on the back of Dave's head, as her belly tightened, and she raised her back up, in a sort of crunch move, and I knew my wife was cumming.

She was screaming and moaning, as Dave made my wife come in just a matter of a couple of minutes!

This whole time, Tom was standing next to Brandie and Dave, between the coffee table and the couch, watching Dave eat my wife's pussy, as he drained his beer bottle, and stroked his cock to full hardness. 

As my wife's orgasm climaxed and she relaxed back into the couch, she released her death hold on Dave's head. 

I saw him start to rise up, but Brandie slapped her hands back on the back of his head, and she cooed, "Oh, Baby! Don't stop now. Give me some more of that."

I was surprised at the vocalization of my wife. She is never one to "talk dirty", unless she is drunk, and or horny, (preferably both at the same time), but even then, she's at least a little bit reserved in what she says and how she says it. But here she was talking like a nasty whore, begging for this guy to eat her cunt, and give her more orgasms! My cock was twitching again and I started to slowly stroke myself. 

Tom was done watching, and wanted some attention. So he climbed onto the couch on his knees and fed his hard cock into my wife's eager mouth. He wasn't as rough as Dave had been, and instead of force fucking her mouth, he stood there and let my wife do the work, sucking him like the expert cocksucker I know her to be. I had no doubt that he was probably getting a better blow job than Dave had, because I could see that Brandie was eagerly working him over, stroking his cock with her hand, massaging his ball sack, stopping to lick him like a stick of candy once in awhile, and all while she was enjoying Dave's work on her pussy. 

At one point, I saw Dave work her up to another orgasm, and as she tensed up to cum, my wife took a death grip on Tom's cock with her hand, keeping it in her mouth as she moaned and groaned on it, and went through the throes of a good orgasm. As her climax subsided, she started to suck Tom again and that was about all he could stand of that. I saw him tense up, throw his head back and close his eyes, as he busted his nut into my wife's mouth. She had been sucking him only ten or fifteen minutes! I was amazed that he had cum so quickly, after having fucked my wife not more than 45 minutes before, and being drunk on booze and high on the pot. A sudden feeling of pride swept through me, as I credited that, to how good my wife's sexual talents are, that she could make a man cum like that!

As Brandie relaxed from her own orgasm and licked Tom's softening cock clean, Dave leaned back onto his knees. 

He grabbed my wife by the backs of her knees and pulled her forward, telling her, "Come on Brandie, get on the floor. I want some of that pussy."

She obediently did as he asked and slid onto the floor with her feet towards the TV. This was going to give me a great view of Dave fucking her from that web cam on the DVD player. But I was disappointed that I wasn't going to be able to see them from the cam across the room, because they were going to be hidden by the coffee table. As luck would have it, Tom saw that they were a little cramped for space between the couch and the coffee table, so he grabbed the table and pulled it back, and around, to the wall behind him. Thanks, Tom!

I switched to the DVD cam , and saw that I had a perfect view of the area between my wife's legs, under Dave's pelvis, because the TV lit them up perfectly. I saw my wife reach between Dave's legs and grab his hard cock. Then she guided it towards her open pussy. As the tip of his cock made contact with her sopping wet pussy lips, Brandie released her hand and Dave pushed forward, sinking his cock completely up my wife's cunt in one quick thrust. I heard her gasp and grunt with pleasure as he forcefully shoved into her. 

Once he was inside my wife, Dave didn't waste any time. He immediately started fucking her with hard, long thrusts. He would pull back until only the tip of his cock was still between her pussy lips, he was actually out of her cunt opening, then he would forcefully slam back into her, causing his ball sack to make a slapping sound as it spanked against her ass, and causing my wife, to gasp, or grunt, or yelp, every time he hit bottom! He was fucking her hard! I flipped back and forth from the cam looking between their legs, where I could see his cock sliding in and out of my wife's cunt, to the cam from the other side of the room, where I could see my wife, on her back, with her feet wrapped up around Dave's ass, holding Dave's shoulders, and grunting with pleasure as he gave her this hard fucking.

Obviously, Dave liked his sex a little bit rough. He liked "using" a woman, and wasn't particularly concerned with her pleasure. I thought about his wife Betty, and wondered if he was the same way with her, or was this something he was doing in reaction to my wife's sexual talents. I wondered if Brandie was just turning him on so much that he just wanted to "get it" and enjoy himself? As I thought about Dave's wife, Betty, I also wondered if she knew he fucked other women? Or, did he actually fuck other women? Maybe this was his first time ever cheating on his wife? I doubted it was his first time, but I also had no doubt that he thoroughly enjoyed my wife's sexual talents. That feeling of pride swept over me again!

Tom had gone to the kitchen and retrieved a fresh cold beer, then sat down in the chair next to the coffee table, and watched as Dave fucked my wife. I sat on the bed, gently stroking my cock as I watched Dave fucking Brandie. Dave was seemingly in total control and able to hold his cum for a long time. He pounded my wife to a couple of smaller orgasms as he fucked her hard for fifteen, twenty minutes! 

Then I heard Brandie shouting, "Oh my God! You're gonna make me squirt! Oh! Fuck yeah! Oh, GOD! You're making me cuuuuuuuummmmmm!" 

Squirting is not something that my wife does often, but when she is really hot, really turned on, and really horny, she'll let go a squirt of orgasmic fluids that will literally shoot out of her pussy, (if there's not a cock in the way), or will absolutely soak your crotch, legs, everything underneath you, all the way down to your knees if you're fucking her when she does it! She will absolutely make a puddle of wetness under the both of you, as she has the biggest orgasm she's capable of having! 

I saw her pull herself up to Dave and hold on to him tight, as her cunt convulsed and she started to cum. I switched to the DVD cam and watched as fluids squirted out of her cunt, between her pussy lips and Dave's cock, and flooded the whole area between both of their crotches and the floor under them!

As I watched my wife having this huge orgasm, I wondered, that since she didn't know I was watching, she was actually "cheating on me". How was she going to explain that huge cum stain on the living room carpet and the smaller ones on the couch? Stroking my cock, thinking about my wife, who I was watching "cheat on me", nearly made me cum! But I squeezed my cock hard and tried to stop it from happening. I wanted to wait until Dave busted his nut inside my wife, to let mine go too. 

When Brandie finished cumming, and soaking both her and Dave, she relaxed under him and gasped for breath, as she had literally stopped breathing, holding her breath, as she tensed up and squirted. 

Then Dave pulled his cock out of her and told my wife, "Turn over, slut. I want some of that ass."

That immediately got my attention, because I knew he was saying that he wanted to fuck my wife in her ass! Brandie had never done anal sex before. I had tried to get her to do it many times over the years we had been married, but she would never go there. So, I expected her to say, "No."

As she once again, did what this man told her to do, my wife turned over and got on her knees, I wondered if she really understood what he wanted? Or, was she so drunk and high, that she hadn't caught what he said?

But once she was on her knees and he started to move in behind her, I heard my wife say, "Please, Dave, be gentle. I've never taken it in my ass before."

So, she DID know what he wanted! I couldn't believe what I was seeing! My wife was about to give up her anal virginity, to a man with whom she was "cheating on me" with! 

My wife was on her knees, leaning on her elbows, with her ass up in the air, submissively waiting for Dave to slide his hard cock into her asshole! I had stopped stroking my cock a few minutes ago when I almost came, and now I almost exploded again, without even touching my cock! I grabbed it and forced it back. 

I switched to the DVD cam again. Dave was up on one knee, with his other foot on the floor, I could see between his legs and see my wife's asshole peeking out between her ass cheeks. Dave rubbed my wife between her legs over her sopping wet pussy and that brought forth moans of pleasure from her. Then he slid his hand up my wife's crack, between her legs, and worked one of his fingers into her asshole. 

I heard him tell her, "Relax. Just breath, and relax. I'll go slow. You'll enjoy this. I promise."

He worked his finger into my wife, until the back of his hand was against her ass. Then I saw him draw his finger in and out my wife's ass a couple of times, slowly, then he gave it a couple of faster thrusts, but not too hard and fast. Brandie seemed to relax and enjoy it. She started to gently moan with pleasure and wiggle her ass a little bit as she seemed to start enjoying the feeling of Dave's finger in her ass. I watched in amazement! I had never even gotten her to let me go that far. 

I saw Dave withdraw his finger, and I heard Brandie give a kind of disappointed moan. While he had been fingering my wife's asshole, Dave had spotted a bottle of lotion that Brandie usually keeps on the table at the end of the couch, and next to her chair. She uses it on her hands and liberally applies it to her bare tanned legs, anytime she's about to leave the house, to give her legs that smooth, wet, shiny look. 

He reached up and grabbed the bottle and squeezed a good amount of it into his hand. Then he stroked his cock, applying the cream to himself, in order to make it easier for him to slip into my wife's virgin asshole. 

Then as Dave grabbed his cock with one hand, he put his other hand on my wife's ass cheek and pulled her asshole open with his thumb. He gently spread some of the lotion from his hand, on to Brandie's ass. 

Then he moved forward, guiding the tip of his cock until it was pressed firmly against my wife's rectum, then he said to her, "Relax now, Brandie. This won't hurt, and I'll go slow. Just relax."

I was impressed that with the rough way he had treated my wife earlier, called her slut, and bitch, and didn't seem to be concerned with her pleasure, that he was now, being very gentle, and even called her by her name.

Dave pressed his hips forward, and I could see his cock head pressing harder against my wife's rectum, until it suddenly "popped" in. I heard Brandie give a surprised yelp, and Dave stopped, not going any further. He just stood there for a few seconds, letting her get used to the feeling of his cock inside her asshole. Then he reached down between my wife's legs and rubbed his hand across her still soaked pussy, making sure to go high enough to rub her clit a few times. 

This brought forth moans of pleasure from Brandie and I heard Dave ask her, "You OK? Can I go on?"

I almost expected her to say, "No." and make him stop.

But my wife surprised me, when she said, "Yes. Go ahead. Fuck my ass."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing! I chalked it up to the pot. It had to be the pot! If that's what it was, we weren't selling that shit to anyone! We were keeping it all for her!

Dave slowly slid his cock in further, and Brandie seemed to be OK with it, submissively allowing him to push into her ass, until he had his pubic hairs on his lower belly, mashed tightly against her ass cheeks. Then he stopped, and asked her again, if she was OK.

My wife's surprising answer was, "Oh yeah. It's OK. Come on, fuck me."

Then Dave started slowly pulling his cock back out, until only the head of his cock was still inside her rectum. Then without pausing, he started slowly sliding back in. After these first few strokes, Brandie seemed to start enjoying the invasion of her previously, virgin asshole. I heard her start to moan with pleasure, and I saw her reach one hand back and start rubbing her own pussy and clit. That made her moan with even more sounds of pleasure, and caused Dave to pick up the pace a little bit, slowly, but steadily, stroking his cock in and out of my wife's asshole. As he got a little more rhythm, and Brandie started moaning with more and louder sounds of pleasure, I wondered if it was from his ass fucking, or from her rubbing her own clit, then I figured maybe it was a combination of both. 




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I heard Dave say, "Damn, Baby! Your virgin ass is sooooo tight! I'm not gonna be able to last much longer," and he added, "And now that I know how good this ass is, I'll be wanting more of it!"

I saw my wife pull her hand out of her crotch and get back on both of her elbows, for better stability. Then she started wiggling her ass a little and pushing back towards him. 

Brandie looked over her shoulder, at the man giving her the first ass fuck of her life, and she said, "If it's that good then, fill me up. Let it go. Cum in my ass and you can get it anytime you want!"

I couldn't believe what I just heard my wife say! She just told Dave that anytime he wanted to come back and fuck her again, especially in the ass, he was welcome to it! But, this wasn't one of our "planned" HOT Wife sharing escapades. So she was basically "cheating on me" and she had just told Dave that she'll cheat with him anytime he wants, which means that she was also agreeing to cheat with him behind Betty's back as well. I couldn't believe my wife was saying such a slutty thing. It had to be the pot! Once she sobered up, she wouldn't mean that. I nearly lost my load, hearing my wife talking like a cheap tramp!

I guess that pushed Dave over the edge, I saw him give a quicker, more forceful push forward, burying his cock as deep into Brandie's ass as he could go, causing her to give a sudden gasp, and he held it there, as he grunted and filled my wife's ass with his load of cum!

I lost it, at the same time, and had the biggest orgasm I think I've ever had in my life! I'm not kidding when I say that I nearly passed out, as all the blood in my body seemed to rush to my dick! I blasted a huge orgasm, some of my spunk missing the wad of tissues in my hand and going on the carpet next to the bed! I laid back on the bed and tried to regain my breath and composure! I'm not sure how long I laid there, a minute or two, but I heard Dave speak to Brandie, so I sat back up to see what my wife was doing with the man, who had just busted her anal virginity.

I guess while I was regaining my composure, Dave must have been resting too, because when I looked back at the screen, he was still behind her with his cock buried in my wife's asshole. I guessed that after cumming in her ass, her channel must have been slicker, and his cock probably softening.

I heard him say, "This will be easier than it was going in. Just relax," and he slowly pulled his cock out of my wife's asshole. 

I was watching on that DVD cam, which gave me that view between his legs, right where the action was, and as his cock head came out of Brandie's ass, I saw it followed by some cum oozing out, being pushed out by the natural closing of my wife's rectum. I heard her cooing with pleasure, and maybe a little bit of disappointment, as his cock came out of her.

Dave backed up a little bit, then stood up. He reached down and grabbed Brandie by one arm and helped her to her feet. As she started to stand, I saw another glob of cum squirt out of her asshole. Once they were both on their feet, Dave turned Brandie to face him and he took her in his arms, giving her a passionate, tongue swapping kiss on the mouth. I looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw that they had been at it, including the time they smoked their second joints on the couch, for nearly two hours!

When they broke off the kiss, Tom was standing behind the both of them. 

He pointed at the cum stains on the couch and the huge wet spot on the floor, and asked Brandie, "How you going to explain all of that to Joe in the morning? You gonna tell him that you fucked the shit out of both us tonight? I don't want him looking me up to beat my ass!"

Little did he know, that I was sitting there watching the whole thing! Having had two orgasms, and that last one a mind blower, my sexual urges were all spent and his question almost made me angry. I thought about storming out there and telling him I already knew what they had been doing with my wife! But, I didn't, because I didn't want Brandie to know about the cameras I had hidden all over the house. 

When I first decided to leave them, and not tell her about them, when she moved back home, I did it for a lark. I had absolutely no suspicions whatsoever, that my wife would ever cheat on me behind my back. But, at this moment, I wondered, what I might catch her doing on these cameras, in the coming weeks, while I was on the road working? They had been in place for the last 3-4 weeks since she had been home, and before we had this party, but I hadn't ever caught her doing anything, other than the few times I caught her using her vibrator, and called her, "unexpectedly", and we had phone sex. But, I didn't want her to know that I had just sat here and watched her cheat on me, including giving up her anal virginity to another man, while I was supposedly passed out drunk in the bedroom, right down the hall. So I didn't go out.

In response to Tom's question, I saw Brandie pick up a beer bottle, the one she had brought into the living room with her when she brought the second round of joints. She hadn't taken but about one sip out of it. She walked over to the couch and carefully poured a bit of beer on each cum stain on the couch, then emptied the rest of the bottle into the wet spot on the floor.

Turning back towards Dave and Tom, she said, "I'll tell him, that one of you two drunks, spilled beer all over the fucking place!"

All three of them broke up laughing! 

Then she told them, "You guys got to get out of here. I've got to get a shower before I can go to bed."

They all returned to the dining room, where the men picked their clothes out of the piles created from the poker game, and got dressed. While they were doing that, Brandie put the pot away, took the ashtray in the kitchen and washed it out, making sure to wash the roaches down the drain. As the men were finishing dressing, Brandie walked back into the dining room, still butt assed naked, and gave each of the men a friendly, not passionate kiss, and thanked them for the fun.

She told them, "After all I've been through with my Mother the last 8-9 months, I really needed this opportunity to blow off some steam and have some fun! Thanks for helping me do it."

Then she ushered them out the door. I heard her go into the bathroom, in the hallway, and start to shower, so I put my laptop away and got back in the bed to pretend that I had been asleep all that time. 

During the coming months, those spy cams helped me catch my wife cheating on me several times! I don't think, that she had ever cheated on me before. But, I think that night, after the party, when she did Tom and Dave, was a kind of sexual awakening for her that allowed her to let herself go and enjoy sex with other men, just for the thrill of having sex. What I mean is, we had been living that HOT Wife sexual lifestyle for many years. I had shared her on many occasions with other men for sex. Brandie had already found the joy of enjoying sex, just for the sake of good sex. But by cheating, she now could focus completely on her own pleasure, and didn't have to give any thought at all, as to how she was going to help me enjoy each sexual tryst with another man. 

I saw her have sex with both Tom, and Dave, a few more times, individually, and once with them together again. She also went out a few times, and came home, drunk, with a different man each time, and fucked him, before sending him packing before the sun came up. To her credit, my wife never fucked another man in our bed, she always used one of the other bedrooms in the house, and she never let them sleep there. She made them leave before daylight, so no one in the neighborhood would see a strange man leaving our house, while I was out of town. 

Although I hadn't broached the subject in years, I tried to get her to let me fuck her in the ass a couple of times, since I knew she had done it with Dave, and I actually saw him fuck her in the ass one more time, too. But she never let me go there. 

At first, I was really angry and wanted to blurt out, "Well, I KNOW you do it! I've seen you do it with Dave, TWICE!"

I was angry, because I thought that maybe she was saving that "special treat" for just Dave. But then I figured that maybe, she was afraid that if she let me do it, then I might somehow know that she had already done it with someone else. So, I let it go. 

I think my wife tried to tell me about her extra marital affairs, because a few times, when she was really horny and we were having kinky, hot, passionate sex, she would engage me in conversation about her having casual sex with other men while I was on the road working. 

She would ask me questions like, "You've seen me fucking what, hundreds of men? Would it really be any different to you if I fucked someone when you weren't around and didn't know about it?'

I wanted to tell her that I had already seen her fucking other men without my permission, and that no, it didn't make me angry and jealous, it turned me on and gave me the biggest orgasms of my life, as I jerked off while watching! But I didn't know how to tell her about the cameras. I didn't want her to think that what I did about installing them to keep an eye on the maid service while she was gone, was really some jealous attempt on my part to keep an eye on her while I was working. 

So for now, we'll have to leave things as they are. I enjoy watching my wife having sex with other men while I'm out of town, and I really would like to be there in person and join in the fun. But for now, I'll have to keep enjoying the show on my laptop computer screen.