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To begin with, I'm married to what I consider the most beautiful
woman on earth. Her name is Karen and at 32 years of age she is
blessed with long full dark hair, seductive brown eyes and a very
lovely face. She has a very pronounced figure for her size, since
she stands just 5'1", weighs 110 lbs and possesses a 36-24-34
figure. She has what I like to call a "compact" little body. And
being of Latin American descent, her slightly dark-complected skin
is just about as close to perfect as humanly possible.

The other thing about my wonderful wife of nine years is that
she's incredibly horny. Which is fine with me. Karen was a virgin
when we first met, although that changed about a year before we
married. Even back then Karen enjoyed sex, but it more often than
not it took quite of bit of work to get her in the mood. Then once
we got going it was fantastic. Like most young women in their early
twenties, sex wasn't the driving force in her life and after the
initial newlywed-type behavior our sex life settled down into the
usual marriage pattern.

But for me, sex was (and still is) a very important part of my
life. Quite frankly, I wanted it a lot. But unlike the vast
majority of men my age, I didn't just want IT, I wanted HER! Hell,
I didn't even look at other women! Of course, if you'd have seen my
young bride you'd understand. And over the years I'm sure there
were times she accommodated me just because she loved me so much. A
fact I'm eternally grateful for. And fortunately after all these
years of marriage we still love each other very much.

But from a sexual standpoint, things began to change for my wife
right about her 30th birthday. Little by little Karen began to
discover herself sexually. Finally, after all those years, my wife
began initiating sex on a regular and more frequent basis. Her
apparel began to change a little too. Sexy outfits that she usually
saved for special occasions were becoming more and more the norm.
Where as before she would only dress sexy for me, now she was
beginning to dress sexy for herself. Her dresses and skirts became
noticeably shorter and tighter. Her blouses and tops became a
little more revealing as well. Occasionally she even went braless
-- even in public! and last but not least she seldom tied her
lovely dark hair back, choosing instead to let it fall freely on
her shoulders. Little by little my sexy wife was becoming as horny
as I was. At one point she even admitted that she was beginning to
crave sex. Needless to say, I loved it! As did the rest of the male
population I'm sure!

Since then our sex life (which was always good) became even
better. Karen really opened up in the bedroom. Over the years we'd
always shared our fantasies, including an occasional thought of a
third person (sometimes male, sometimes female) in our bedroom to
watch or participate in our lovemaking. And as our passion for each
other intensified, so did the content of our fantasies.

As was the case when I was younger, I really didn't have any
desire to be with other women, so whenever we fantasized about me
and another woman it was mainly for Karen's benefit. Not that I
didn't enjoy the scenario, but Karen had developed a real
fascination for watching people have sex.

But what really surprised me was when we fantasized about her
having sex with another man. Since Karen had never been with anyone
else but me, the thought of experiencing a new lover was very
exciting. As for me, well, at first it wasn't much of a big deal.
Until the night we were invited to a Christmas party for her
office. Since I had to work late, Karen went on ahead and I caught
up with her later. The first thing I saw when I arrived at the
party was my lovely wife Karen sharing a slow dance with some
handsome young man from the warehouse. She looked absolutely divine
that evening, wearing a dangerously short, skin-tight red
mini-dress, dark hose and high heels. Silently I watched as they
danced, their arms draped around each other, his hands resting on
her shapely hips. Although they were doing nothing improper, I
suddenly noticed an erection starting to form in my pants. Knowing
how sexual my wife had become over the past couple of years, I
could pretty much imagine what she was thinking as I watched her
seductive brown eyes search out his. When the dance finally ended
and she turned toward the tables were I was standing, my conclusion
was instantly confirmed. Thanks to the tight Lycra outfit she was
wearing, Karen's well developed nipples were protruding rather
noticeably through the thin fabric. Needless to say, Karen was
sexuality personified. As she approached me with a beautiful
confident smile, I couldn't begin to take my eyes off of her.

When she was within reach, I slipped my arm around her narrow
waist and pulled her close. Instantly our lips met in a hot wet
kiss. We stood there for several seconds, in full view of everyone,
exchanging passionate saliva like a couple of newlyweds. She could
no doubt feel my erection as it rubbed against her soft lower
belly. Karen was every bit as horny as I was and we were just
seconds from letting things get out of hand.

"I wanna fuck you," she whispered hot into my ear. Naturally her
choice of words made me that much hornier. Normally Karen never
used profanity. In fact the only "cuss" word she EVER used was
"fuck" and then only when she was extremely turned on.

Without a word I ushered her out of the room and into a hallway.
Fortunately for us there was a storage room located around the
corner at the far end of the hall. The second I closed the door our
lips were together again, only this time neither of us restrained
from caressing each other's erogenous zones. I was pleasantly
surprised a moment later to discover that her dark hose were
actually stay-up stockings. Quickly I picked her up and placed her
on a large pile of what looked like laundry or something. I then
dropped my drawers and exposed my eight inch penis. Within seconds
her dress was up around her waist, her panties were down around her
ankles and my cock was working it's way inside her precious pussy.

Thanks to the intensity of the moment, Karen had her first orgasm
within just a few full strokes of my shaft. Meanwhile, I was so
turned on by everything that I didn't last much more than a minute
or so myself. Without really thinking I quickly withdrew my cock
just before I came and shot my load into the pile to the left of my
wife. I then immediately buried it back inside her wet spot. Karen
moaned as I jabbed it home for it's second try. To tell you the
truth, I couldn't believe how excited I was. All I could think
about was this guy's cock in her hole! Karen began moving her hips
as I pumped her furiously. By this time anyone walking by in the
hall could have heard us, but neither of us cared.

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, I don't know which), I
didn't last long the second time either. Five minutes at the most.
Just long enough to give Karen her second orgasm. This time I
didn't pull out either. Instead I pushed it in her as far as I
could and held it there. Karen's whole body convulsed as we
climaxed together. For me, it felt like I'd emptied a gallon of cum
up inside her.

Karen and I remained still for several moments as we finally
relaxed. With my penis still imbedded in her enjoying the sweet
friction, she told me that she loved me then asked what brought
that erotic burst on. I told her that she did, and when she asked
me to explain it, I did. Although Karen was surprised by my
reaction to her dancing with another man she was excited as
well. As we talked, she confessed to what I already knew.
She WAS imagining what it would be like to screw the guy she
was dancing with. Just like I was imagining what it would be
like to watch her screw the guy she was dancing with.

What remained of the evening was fantastic. After retiring to the
rest room to freshen up a bit, she returned to our table looking
sexier than ever. As the evening wore on, she slow danced with
several other men, including her original friend Dick (believe it
or not). We left the party around midnight and made it home in
record time. What followed was probably closer to mutual rape than
it was lovemaking. In fact, we didn't much more than make it in the
door before we were fucking our brains out and exploring our new
fantasy. I have no idea how many times Karen climaxed that night,
but before we both fell asleep around 5am, I'd fired four more wads
of cum either into or onto my wife. It was a night neither of us
would ever forget. In some ways our life would never be quite the
same again.

Which brings me back to the main jist of the story. Something had
definitely been conceived that night. Something that would burn
inside of us for months to come. For the next few weeks Karen and I
felt incredibly guilty about what had happened. As a result, it
became a taboo subject. Not that we weren't thinking about it, we
just weren't talking about it. For a couple of weeks my wife even
quit dressing provocatively, but that didn't last long. And
eventually we even came to terms with what had come over us that
night. But the fire had been lit. A fire that could only be
quenched with one thing: another man's cock. Karen wanted to feel
it, and I wanted to watch it.

Eventually the subject worked it's way back into our fantasies.
In fact, after a slow and careful start, it became even more
graphic than before. Before long the idea of me with another woman
disappeared completely, apparently drowned out by the thought of my
wife's first extramarital encounter. Although we were still afraid
of actually letting it happen, something told me it eventually
would. In fact, things were starting to get a little out of hand.
This harmless little fantasy was becoming an obsession. Our sex
life was fantastic, we were screwing almost every night, usually
more than once at a time. But by now this fantasy had taken on a
life of it's own. Karen began sizing up practically every man she
met as a potential partner and I was fueling her fire by describing
how each man would fulfill her desires while I fucked her
passionately.

Whenever we realized things were getting out of control we would
back off for a couple of days. But in some ways that seemed to make
the prospect even more appealing. It was during one of these brief
periods that we met Don. A friend of one of my softball teammates.

Don was only in town for about a week, and since we were a player
or two short, he volunteered to play. He was a very handsome
California blonde with a practically perfect physic. Needless to
say all the women at the park eyed him almost salaciously.
Including Karen. He played two games with us that week and it was
midway through the first game when she asked me who he was. When I
told her, she playfully answered that he looked good enough to eat.
It didn't take a brain surgeon to know who our next fantasy would
include. Like all the other girls, Karen went out of her way to
talk to him after the game and sure enough, that evening he became
her fantasy lover while I supplied the cock.

But for some reason I didn't realize the full impact of her lust
until later. On Thursday when we played ball again, Karen arrived
late. When she did finally get there (in the third inning), she
looked spectacular. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting
blue-jeans shorts and a body-hugging black mid-drift tank top that
accented her figure beautifully. She topped of her outfit with a
tiny pair of sandals and a golden ankle bracelet. A shimmering gold
necklace dangled against her dangerously low-cut top. The eyes of
practically every male at the ball park were rivetted to her.
Including Don's.

At the end of the inning I went to the fence along the right
field line to talk with my lady and tell her how sexy she looked.
But before I could say a word she grabbed me around the neck and
pressed her lips securely to mine. It almost seemed as if she were
trying to see how far down my throat her tongue would go. Since the
fence was only about waist high, I still got to feel those luscious
breast against me. Without really thinking I tried to grind my
pelvis against hers, but unfortunately all I felt was the
chain-link fence.

"Damn you're hot," I whispered, "I'd like to nail you right
through the fence!"

"Ummm," she purred, "Sounds good. The way I feel right now, I'd
almost let you."

As the game went on, Karen stood by the fence at the end of the
dugout so we could chat between innings. She informed me she'd been
horny all day for some reason and as soon as the game was over I
was to screw my brains out. Not a bad thought at all.

Sometime around the sixth inning, Don was lifted for a pinch
hitter and as a result was finished for the rest of the game.
Needless to say it didn't take him long to move to the end of the
dugout where Karen was standing and strike up a conversation with
her. From my position at 1st base I had a perfect view of what was
going on, and out of the corner of my eye I watched as the
situation unfolded. I say situation, because I pretty much knew
what Karen was thinking. Especially in her presently aroused state.

By the time I got back to the dugout, Don had moved away. Karen
gave me a quick customary kiss and I joked about her having a new
boyfriend. After that, Don would move to Karen's end of the dugout
whenever I was in the field. When I returned to the dugout he moved
away and I took the opportunity to tease my horny wife. In the
bottom of the seventh she admitted that the conversation between
them was getting suggestive. By the bottom of the eighth I could
see she was getting flustered. In fact, so was I. But with our next
brief exchange between innings, she decided to take advantage of
our mutual arousal.

"How's it going?" I asked.

"I'm ready to fuck," she whispered almost breathlessly, "My
body's on fire!"

"Good," I managed to respond, "You thinking about Don?"

"A little bit," she admitted, "You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not, Sweetheart. I love you."

"I love you to, but -- but I can't help thinking about him. I'd
love to fuck him -- I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I tried to comfort her, "I understand."

"Honey," she again breathed into my ear, "Would you mind if I
took off my bra? I want him to see my tities."

"I think he can already see your tities."

"I wanna brush them against him. I want him to feel them."

At that my heart skipped a beat. It was hard to believe this
Karen talking. "Go ahead," I heard myself whisper.

By the time Karen returned from the rest room I was already in
the field. When I saw her by the fence, her breasts hanging freely
beneath her blouse, I almost came in my pants. The way her boobs
pushed her top away from her body, her mid-drift became an easy
access way to her bare breasts. When she leaned over and
accidently/on purpose brushed those lovely beauties against Don's
arm, I was so mesmerized by the sight that I committed my first
error of the season.

By the time the game was over, I was more than ready to breed.
Quickly I gathered my things and told Karen I'd meet her in the
car. As fate would have it, the lady that ran the concession stand
asked if Karen could help her close up and since it would only take
a few extra minutes we agreed. So while Karen headed for the
concession stand, I returned to the car.

While I waited patiently for my lovely wife, I couldn't help
thinking ahead to what the evening had in store. Her words and her
actions with Don had me so damn horny I couldn't wait to bury my
stiff meat in her warm wet pussy. It was about this time I realized
that she should have been finished with the concession stand by
now. Looking around I could see that ours was one of the last few
cars in the parking lot. After taking a moment to control my
erection, I finally got out of the car to look for her.

When I arrived at the concession stand, the boards were in place
and it was already closed. Thinking that perhaps she and Milly were
sweeping up or something, I moved to the back of the old concrete
building where the door was located. Much to my surprise it was
opened just a crack, so carefully I leaned forward and peeked in.
What I saw was disturbing to say the very least. Standing in the
center of the almost dark room was my lovely wife Karen leaning
back against her handsome stud Don!

Instantly I froze, not knowing what to think or do. Don had one
hand up under my wife's top, massaging her ample breasts while the
other one was down her partially unzipped shorts. The look on
Karen's face was incredible as she tilted her head to receive the
hot kisses he was delivering to her lips, neck and shoulder. The
hand down her pants was moving up and down steadily as it stroked
her pussy from outside her underwear. As I continued to watch, he
unzipped her shorts the rest of the way and then moved his hand
down inside of her tiny black panties from the top. Within seconds
he'd hit his target. Karen moaned as his hand moved up and down,
this time against the real thing. From this vantage point I
couldn't tell if he was just rubbing her clit or actually
penetrating her pussy. But judging from her reaction, it didn't
seem to matter.

After a few more seconds of this Don carefully eased her shorts
down, moving them carefully over her firm round ass. Once they
cleared her beautiful buns, they fell to the floor where she
absent-mindedly stepped out of them. At this point he turned her
around and kissed her full on the lips. Karen passionately accepted
his offerings as he massaged her luscious behind with both hands.
When the moment was right he then lifted her up and placed her on
the counter. He stood just to her right as his hand again found
it's way to her ultimate pleasure point. This time he reached
around the leg opening and began working a finger up inside her
cunt. As Karen's legs instinctively parted to give him better
access, her hips began moving in rhythm to his strokes. With one
hand around his waist, she reached into his shorts to caress his
ass. With her other hand she lifted up her top so he could feast on
her luscious 36C breasts. Karen was in heaven. Don then inserted a
second finger into her pussy and increased the pace. Somewhere
along the line her panties disappeared as well.

"Yesss...yessss....like that....yessss...I'm cumming.....I'm
cummmminnnngggg!" she moaned.

Don laughed as her body shook with orgasm. When it finally
subsided, Don stepped back to remove his shorts and within seconds
he released the single largest penis I'd ever seen. It must have
been at least 11 inches long and very, very thick. It kind of
resembled a chunk of salami as it stood out proudly from between
his loins.

In the meantime Karen struggled to catch her breath. When she had
recovered enough to continue, Don parted her tanned thighs and
moved between them. But when Karen felt his body moving into
position and saw that massive manhood aiming at her hole, she
quickly came to her senses and pushed him away.

"No," she barked, suddenly alarmed, "We can't do this! I'm a
married woman!"

"You're full of shit," he swore as he attempted to move between
her legs again, "You've been teasing me all afternoon! You want
this as bad as I do!"

"No please! My husband's outside in the car! He'll catch --"

But before Karen could finish her sentence, Don impaled her with
his rod. Not the entire eleven inches, thank goodness, but probably
a good six inches. Just enough to get her attention. And change her
attitude.

"Oh my..." she managed to moan as she caught her breath, "You're
huge!"

Don again laughed as he began working that monster up inside
Karen's tight pussy. Karen slipped her arms around his neck as he
continued to ease it in. Eight inches...nine....ten inches! Before
long all eleven inches were sliding in and out of her vagina as she
worked her hips in an incredibly sexy manner to receive him.

By now, my own cock was straining to be set free. In fact, It was
so hard that it actually hurt. But since I didn't want to chance
getting caught, I couldn't whip it out right there in the open. It
was then I realized than anyone could walk around the corner and
catch me watching the action. With this in mind, I took a
calculated risk. I carefully slipped inside the door and closed it.
Don was Karen were so wrapped up in their interaction that they
didn't even notice that I was there.

The scene was incredible. There was my lovely wife, naked as a
jay-bird, bucking around wildly as a blonde-haired stud with an
eleven inch cock was fucking her crazy. And she'd never looked
sexier. From a distance of about ten feet away, I strained to watch
everything, but I couldn't seem to get it all in one shot. I loved
the way her lips formed a sensuous "O" as she moaned. I loved the
way her tits bounced on every stroke. I watched as her hips moved
in perfect rhythm to his thrusts. I couldn't help but watch as his
big strong ass bounced up and down between her delicate thighs. And
last but not least I couldn't help centering in on that huge piece
of meat, covered with her juices, sliding in and out of her pussy.
Quietly I lifted the leg opening of my own shorts and rubbed my
cock. The sight of them humping away however, was too much for me,
because after just three gentle strokes I sprayed a gigantic load
of cum across the floor.

Meanwhile Karen was moaning and groaning for all she was worth.
Orgasm after orgasm flooded her body.

"You like that don't you?" he asked as he slowed the pace, "You
like getting fucked while your husband waits in the car, don't
you?"

"Ohhhh..."she tried to respond, "Don, please...ummmm.....you feel
so good!"

"You like that, eh? You like this big California cock, don't
you?"

"Ohhhhh...yessss.....yesssss....ooooohhh...I love it! Give it to
me baby....keep fucking me baby!"

Without hesitation Don again picked up the pace and complied with
her wishes. By now Karen had no trouble whatsoever handling his big
dong. I'm not sure how long all this continued, but before I knew
it Don informed her he was about to cum.

"You about ready?" he grunted, "I'm almost there!"

"Ooooohh...ooooohh....yessssss lover.......just.......ummm......
Just pull out .....ahhhh.....when you cum!"

"No way," Don panted, "I'm gonna cum inside you...I'm gonna make
you pregnant...you ready??"

"Okay," she gasped, "Go....ummmmm.......go ahead......make me
pregnant..........ooooohhh.....I'm your baby now!"

"Here goes!"

"Oh yessss!" Karen practically screamed as he filled her vagina
with sperm, "I'm cumming tooooo....give it to me baby.....
oooooooooooohh.....don't stop......not yet......ummmmmm.........
ummmmmmmmmmmmmm....make me pregnant baby! Oh please, make me
pregnant! Ooooooooooooh, I love you!"

On that note Don's powerful penis pushed my beautiful wife over
the edge and she came with a loud cry. Don's ass cheeks tightened
as he delivered his seed deep within her belly. After which he
practically collapsed on top of her.

Karen and Don remained in that position for several minutes while
each of them caught their breaths. When he finally eased back and
removed his garden hose, a large glob of cum oozed out of her pussy
and dripped down onto the counter. When Karen sat up straight,
that's when she noticed me standing there.

"Oh no!" she gasped in horror. Quickly she grabbed her shorts and
top, pulled them on and darted out the door in tears. Don started
to apologize for what he'd done but I told him not to say anything,
adding that there isn't a man alive who wouldn't fuck my wife if
given the opportunity. With that I picked up her sandals and
panties then left the room.

The ride home seemed to last forever. While Karen sat in the
passenger's seat crying, I drove home quietly. Occasionally I would
steal a glance or two her direction, but that was about it. Inside
I had mixed emotions about what I'd just witnessed. Although the
image of Don humping her was burned into my mind, so were her
passionate exclamations as he was delivering his seed. I glanced
over at her crotch. She told him to make her pregnant and locked
within those tight-fitting shorts was another man's seman. She also
told him that she loved him. Although I was reasonably certain it
was the passion talking, how was I to know. Before this all
happened, I figured the only way to quench this perverted little
fire was with another man's cock. Now I was forced to wonder wether
we'd simply thrown gasoline on it.

Nothing was spoken until after Karen finished a long hot shower.
Afterward she joined me on the bed wearing a black t-shirt that
resembled a short nightie on her. As we laid there in bed, Karen
apologized for what had happened, explaining that she never meant
to cheat on me, it's just that everything happened so quickly. But
that much I understood. Karen has a powerful sex drive and once she
gets going it's hard to get her stopped.

"What about the pregnancy thing?" I inquired.

"I don't know where that came from," she answered, "It just
popped out. I guess subconsciously I thought it would turn him on."

"It certainly did that," I agreed.

"Besides, I'm pretty sure I won't get that way. I'm on the pill,
you know."

"But you told him you loved him."

"I know," Karen sniffled, "I'm sorry. It--it, well, it just felt
so good, I--I don't why I blurted out something like that. It's
just automatic, I guess, like when I'm with you."

"Okay," I accepted. It was a good answer. And come to think of
it, probably the truth. Looking back I suddenly realized that
almost every time we have sex she expresses her love for me during
an orgasm.

"Are you mad at me?" she finally asked.

"No," I sighed, "I'm not mad. A little hurt maybe, but not angry.
I just figured that if it was ever going to happen I'd be a part of
it. I had no idea it would happen behind my back."

"Like I said, Honey, I didn't mean for it to."

"I know. But I know how horny you can get. I'm afraid that next
time I might not walk in on it."

"There won't be a next time," she promised with a kiss, "I'll
never let myself get in that situation again. Not with out your
approval, that is."

Karen and I laid there silently for a long time as each of us
considered the situation at hand. Fortunately I knew her well
enough to know she was sincere. But just before I could reach out
and give her a reassuring hug, she spoke up softly.

"You know," she didn't much more than whisper, "I've actually
been with another man now."

"I know," I replied, slipping my arm around her lovingly, "How
was it?"

"I think you know the answer to that question," she softly
reached over and caressed my chest, "How was it for you?"

With that I pulled her close for a long sexy kiss. "How about I
just show you?"

"Oooooh, I'd like that, baby."

With a smile on my face I reached up under Karen's nightshirt and
carefully spread her thighs. I was pleasantly surprised to find her
underwear were missing. As I moved into position, I felt her soft
little hand guide me to her prize. Needless to say, my prick stood
out like a telephone pole.

"Oooooooh my goodness," she cooed, "Is that for me?"

"Absolutely."

Karen slipped off her nightshirt as I gently slid up inside of
her warm and waiting vagina. For some reason I was surprised to
find that her pussy was every bit as tight as it always had been. I
guess one giant peter hadn't changed a thing.

"I love you, Sweetheart," Karen whispered as I began moving in
and out slowing, allowing my precious bride to feel every rigid
inch.

"I love you too, Karen," I responded as I leaned forward and
kissed her tender lips. Beneath me I could feel the warm sensation
of her naked breasts against my chest. For the first time in a long
time there were no other men -- no other fantasy lovers -- in our
bed. It was just her and I and no one else. And there never has
been since.