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Acknowledgement:
Once again I am deeply indebted to Mr. Art Martin for his more than
able assistance in proofreading, editing, and making numerous suggestions
for text changes and additions to "A Wife's Deception". All of Art's
suggestions and corrections have been incorporated into the final version
of the story. As was the case with "Deric's Wager" and "Hot Married
Pussy", his contributions to the story far exceed the simple correction of
punctuation and spelling errors. They have resulted in improvements to the
flow of the story and produced a significantly enhanced level of eroticism.

For those of you have not had the pleasure of reading some of Art
Martin's work, I suggest you log onto the following URL and enjoy some
truly sensuous and erotic stories that are very well written:
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/~Art_Martin/www/
I particularly recommend his most recently posted story on
www.asstr.org, "A Well Laid Plan". This story is highly erotic with a very
creative plot. After my initial reading, the foremost thought in my mind
was "I wish I had written this." Don't miss it... RLM
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A Wife's Deception
by RLM
Prologue:
The lights on the TV were still flickering in the darkened living room
of my home, but I saw none of the images that came and went. I was still
too stunned by what had been happening over the past few weeks. As I sat
unmoving on the couch, still attempting to digest recent events, I could
not help but wonder how in the world something like this could have
possibly come about without my having an inkling of what was occurring.
Surely, somewhere, there must have been a harbinger of coming events that I
had missed or overlooked or seen, but not appreciated.
With my wife and children visiting their maternal grandparents for the
weekend, I had nothing but time on my hands, time in which to solve the
riddle. While I felt a burning need to understand what had happened and
why, I realized that there was no extreme urgency. I had time, time to
think, to consider, to evaluate. Realizing that there was no point in
postponing the problem, I let my thoughts drift backwards in time to the
point it all began:
The Background:
 It was almost exactly twenty years ago that I had entered the university
as an engineering major. Like most freshman, I was nervous about my new
surroundings and the challenges that lay before me. However, my father had
been a superb mentor and teacher, which gave me a huge advantage over my
fellow classmates. His instructions were simple: Work hard. Use all of
your talents. Budget your time carefully for both study and recreation.
Do not be fearful of making mistakes. When you make mistakes, as you will,
correct them, learn from them, and then move on. Finally, do your absolute
best and offer no apologies because no one can do more than their best.
I followed his advice to the best of my ability and found that none of
the difficulties that seemed to plague other students ever visited me. My
grades were good to excellent. Even more importantly, I was learning a
great deal from my courses, which I was able to remember and use in future
courses. I also found that my professors were pleased with my creativity
and initiative, which, in large measure, were the result of my father's
advice not to be fearful. Finally, because I budgeted my time, I was able
to enjoy all the pleasures that college life had to offer, the major one of
which was, of course, girls.
To my great delight, I soon found that college girls were much more
liberated and sexually active than the girls I had known and dated in high
school. While in high school, I had not been able to rid myself of my
unwanted virginity until I finally dated Gloria Steadman when I was a
junior. On the first date, I had succeeded in getting her tits out and
feeling her pussy through her panties. On the second date, I made her cum
with my tongue on her clit while she sucked me off and swallowed most of my
load. On the third date, I fucked her three times. I had told her I was a
virgin and that seemed to enflame her desire even more.
Unfortunately, Gloria seemed to be one of a kind in high school. I
never managed to get into another girl during my junior year and only
scored with two girls when I was a senior. So, I was relatively
inexperienced as a college freshman. Because of my athletic ability and my
good grades, I had my choice of fraternities and pledged within one month
of arriving on campus.
My first frat party was an eye opener. A lot of the girls were freshman
and new pledges in their sorority. That night, I danced with probably 6
different girls and all of them, in one way or another, let me know that
they were available. It was literally a sexual buffet. I finally ended up
driving one sexy redhead back to her sorority house, but only after taking
a long detour to the local lakeshore where we made out and fucked in the
back seat of my car. When I told her that I didn't have a condom, she
informed that I didn't need one as she was on the pill.
"Really?" I remember saying very surprised. None of the girls in my
high school class were taking birth control pills as far as I knew.
Her reply was, "Of course I'm on the pill. All the girls in the
sorority are. It's the first thing the sorority sisters tell the pledges.
Get on the pill."
The following week, I asked one of my more senior frat brothers about
her reply. He said, "Yeah. She's telling you the truth. All the sorority
girls are on the pill. I think there's a lot of peer pressure on them to
date different guys and have sex... at least until they settle on someone
more permanent. After that, they still fuck like rabbits but only one or
two guys."
 That's pretty much the way it went throughout all of my freshman year
and sophomore years. By the time I was a second semester junior, I had
screwed 27 different girls, most of them many times. Then, I met Arlene.
It was in the Library. I was studying for an examination in differential
equations when I saw this unbelievable girl. Simply put, she was a
drop-dead gorgeous blonde, with an almost non-existent waist, full flared
hips, and twin cannons on her chest that had to be 36DD or bigger. She was
about 5' 7", maybe 125 lbs, with a centerfold face. There was no way I
could take my eyes off of her.
Differential equations were quickly forgotten as I alternated between
staring at her large, thrusting breasts and her gorgeous legs. Her tight
red sweater showed little cleavage, but still could not conceal the large
mounds underneath. Although she was wearing jeans, they were skintight so
that the sensuous shape of her legs was evident. In fact, her legs looked
awesome in her two-inch heels. The thought of what they would look like in
a mini-skirt and 4-inch heels had my cock hard as iron. Even though I knew
that I had no chance with this beauty, I had to try. I would never have
been able to live with myself if I had let her get away without even making
an effort.
Walking up to her table, I looked straight into her eyes and smiled.
"Hi. We don't know each other, but I simply cannot let you just walk away
without making an effort to change that. I'm Ralph Taynor, junior in
electrical engineering, and member of Phi Gamma Delta fraternity. I notice
that you're not wearing a ring so I know you're not engaged to someone, but
I also know that you must have a dozen boy friends begging for dates. You
are simply the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Would you consider
having lunch or dinner with me so you'll have a chance to get to know me so
that when I ask you for a date, I'll have a chance greater than zero of
getting a positive response?"
The beauty looked me over for almost 30 seconds, cocked her head to one
side, and nodded thoughtfully. I had no idea whether this was a good or a
bad sign. All I could do was wait and hope.
Finally, she smiled. "Hi. I'm Arlene Barrick, also a junior, not a
Greek. I live in independent student housing, and I'm a marketing major.
And for your information, I do not have a dozen men asking me for dates.
In fact, I haven't had a date in a month. I love your honest,
straightforward approach."
"Is that a 'yes'?" I asked, holding my breath.
"Sort of. I seems to me that having dinner with you qualifies as a
date. Wouldn't you consider it a date?"
"I would, but I was trying to go slow to give myself a better chance.
Let me rephrase. Would you go out with me Friday night for dinner? I know
a place where we can dance afterwards."
Arlene took out a pad, wrote on something on it, and then handed me a
slip of paper. On it, she had written down her address and her phone
number. "I'll be ready whenever you are."
It was all I could do to keep from jumping up and down. "I'll pick you
up at 7:30 PM. Ok?"
"I'll be ready. Now go away so I can study for an exam," she said with
a soft smile.
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Our first date was wonderful. Arlene was as bright and bubbly as she
was beautiful. Later, I couldn't even remember what I had ordered for
dinner. Dancing was marvelous. I had tried to pull her close, but she had
put her hand on my chest to gently let me know that I was going too fast. I
immediately backed off, which brought a big smile of approval to her face.
I interpreted the smile to mean that she liked the fact that I wanted to
hold her close, but was highly pleased that I was a gentleman who could
take 'no' for an answer without getting angry or feeling that my masculine
pride was injured.
When I took her back to her apartment, she told me she had had a
wonderful time. She also leaned forward and offered me her lips in a soft
goodnight kiss. I floated back to my car after asking her for another date
the next night, which she accepted.
By the end of a month, we were dating regularly. We were dancing close
and her kisses had become passionate. However, when I put my hand over her
breast during one long kiss, she immediately backed away. I looked
puzzled.
"I'm sorry, Ralph. I really like you... a lot. In fact, more than a
lot. But kissing is as far as I go before marriage. You once asked me why
I didn't pledge a sorority. The answer is that sorority girls are under a
lot of pressure to have sex. During rush week, I was invited to visit
several sororities, which I did. At every one of them, I was asked by the
members if I was still a virgin. I told them that I had had some sex
during high school, but since then I had been celibate. Without exception,
they all assured me that my celibate status would change within a couple of
weeks after joining a sorority. In fact, a couple of girls said it
wouldn't last through the first party. So, I declined all the invitations
to join."
After some uncomfortable silence, Arlene asked, "Do you still want to
keep seeing me knowing this?"
"Absolutely! If you can put up with my occasionally trying to get you
to change your mind, I can put up with your saying 'no'.
That being settled, she kissed me passionately again, and this time, I
kept my hands away from her breasts. We continued to date throughout my
junior and senior years, without my ever getting to touch her breasts.
Once, during a particularly passionate kissing session, I pulled her closer
and she felt my raging erection against her thigh.
She moaned softly and then said, "You're so hard. That must be very
painful for you. Would you like to stop?"
"Of course not, unless you want to stop. Do you?"
"No. Keep kissing me. I don't mind feeling you against my thigh, but
don't move it. Just keep it pressed against me, and it will be all right."
That's as far as I ever got with Arlene. It was obvious why she had had
no dates for a month that first time I asked her. The men who had asked
her out couldn't stand not being allowed to touch her.
 Toward the end of my senior year, I proposed marriage to Arlene. She
accepted immediately. After that, I thought I might be more successful.
To some extent, I was. I was now permitted to caress her breasts when we
courted and kissed, but only through her blouse. Her pussy remained
totally off limits. On the day we were married, I had still not even seen
it, much less touched or penetrated it.
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An hour before the ceremony, Arlene got me off to one side of the chapel
and whispered softly, "Ralph. I love you. Deeply, and I love the thought
that soon I'll be your wife. I also want you to know that I know how hard
it has been for you to resist having sex with me or, for that matter, even
touching or feeling me. You've honored my wishes for well over a year, and
tonight, I intend to make you very, very glad you waited."
She kissed me lightly and hurried off to get ready.
Our wedding night was quite different from what I imagined it would be.
I assumed that Arlene would be very nervous about having sex for the first
time since high school. Nothing could have been further from the truth.
The ceremony was beautiful. Our parents were happy for us, even
thrilled. After the reception, we were both anxious and had a very
difficult time concealing it. When we finally arrived at our hotel later
that evening, I asked my new bride if she was hungry. Her answer got me
hard as stone.
"I'm starving, but not for food. I want your body. I want it in me,
and I want it now. Take me up to the room... Hurry! I'm on fire."
She didn't have to ask me twice. As soon as we were in the elevator,
Arlene grabbed me and crushed her mouth on mine, her tongue driving inside.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss and moaned, "Feel my ass. Put your hand under
my dress and feel me. Oh god, hurry." Her hips were hunching back and
forth as if we were already fucking. Just hearing her saying the word
"ass" was enough to get me hard as stone. I was afraid I might cum when I
actually felt her ass beneath her panties.
Arlene's mouth returned to mine with her lips wide open inviting me
inside. I accepted her invitation eagerly as my hand moved up her dress to
the top of her stockings. The fact that she was wearing stockings and not
pantyhose made my erection throb even harder.
"Ohhhhh god... I can't wait! Tell me how big it is."
"Slightly over eight inches," I said with not just a little masculine
pride.
"OOohhhh my god!!" I felt her entire body shudder and tremble.
"Go higher," she groaned. "Feel your wife's hot cunt."
I could scarcely believe that the Arlene I knew had said, "hot cunt",
but an aching throb let me know that my cock was very pleased. When my
hand reached her panties, they were soaked with her cuntal secretions. Her
hips drove against my hand, and I pushed the sodden garment deep into her
slick, wet slit. Her big, excited, erect clitoris throbbed at the top of
her slit where it protruded from its protective hood. It was huge! I
rubbed my finger over it... Arlene exploded!
 "AAAHHHHHHHHHH.... UUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHH... OOHH GOD! I'M CUMMING!"
It had taken her less than a minute to cum. I couldn't believe it, but
I knew it was absolutely true because I could feel her clit and pussy
throbbing through the drenched material of her panties, and the juices she
had ejaculated when she came were now dripping off my fingers.
Unexpectedly, the elevator stopped at the seventh floor where two men
who looked to be in their early twenties got on. Arlene's vagina was still
throbbing, her secretions still cascading down her thighs and stockings.
Of course, I had begun to remove my hand from beneath her dress when the
elevator stopped. She had moaned and clamped her thighs tightly about my
hand, trapping it.
The aroma of aroused cunt filled the small elevator compartment. There
was no possible way the men could miss it, not only because of the
unmistakable smell of sex but also because my bride was hunching her hips
against my trapped hand. She closed her eyes and moaned.
Both men stared, transfixed by the sight of this gorgeous female who was
clearly in the throes of an intense orgasm thrusting her pussy against my
hand that was still beneath her dress. Glancing down, I saw they were both
already hard.
At floor eleven, the doors opened again, and I led my wife into the
hallway. As we exited, one of the men said, "Are you sure you can handle
her, Buddy? We're in room 1314. If you need any help, give us a call."
I started to answer, but Arlene did it for me. She turned to face the
men, pulled up her dress to let them see my hand covering her pussy, and
said, "This hot stud made me cum in less than a minute after he got me on
the elevator. He's got a monster 8-inch cock that I can't wait to get into
my cunt. He's way out of your league, guys. Don't hold your breath
waiting for him to call you."
I felt ten feet tall. We practically ran down the hallway to our room.
Once inside, Arlene asked, "Did I embarrass you, Honey?"
"Hardly. You made me feel wonderful!"
"Good. That's the way you're going to be feeling from now on. Oh shit!
I'm so hot! Get your wife naked, Lover. Use me! I want your big cock in
every one of my holes. If I tell you to stop and let me rest, just tell me
to shut up and keep fucking me!"
I pulled my new wife into my arms and kissed her, hard and deep, as my
hands explored the lush contours of her incredibly sexy ass. Suddenly, she
broke the kiss and moaned, "Please, take your cock out. You have no idea
how many times over the last year when I've felt it so damn hard and
excited that I wanted to see it... to suck it... to have it in my cunt.
SHOW IT TO ME!"
"Take it out if you want to see it."
The command made Arlene tremble so hard she had difficulty extracting my
iron-hard weapon. When she finally got it out, it was standing at rigid
attention. As her hands ran up and down its length, my prick throbbed and
jerked in her hand like a live, ready to strike, snake. "OOOoohhh god!
It's beautiful. So big... so powerful... so masculine! AAaaaahhh...
just feeling it is about to make me cum again!"
I moved us backward to a chair and sat down, pulling Arlene onto my lap.
As she settled herself, I pulled her dress up to her hips leaving nothing
between her cunt and my cock but her sodden panties. A moment later, my
cock sprang out between her legs. She shuddered as it rubbed up against
the thin material of her panties.
Arlene gripped my prick and began to slowly stroke it, never taking her
eyes off the big throbbing head. "OOOOHhhhhh God! You're so big, baby.
That's gonna stretch me!"
My hands rapidly opened the top of her dress, unhooked her bra, and
pulled it from her body. Her 36DD tits tumbled out. They were even more
gorgeous than I had been imagining in my fantasies for over a year. Arlene
began to moan as my cock rubbed against her big clit. Every time my
fingers pinched and pulled on her erect nipples, her pussy throbbed in
response.
"Do you want it?" I huskily asked.
"Oh-ah... oh-ah... oh-ah," she gasped as her body quivered too much
for her to speak.
"Put it in. Now!"
Her entire body began to shake at the command. "AAAHHHH... cummingg...
I'M CUMMINGGGG!!"
"I don't care if you're cumming or not. I told you to put my cock in.
DO IT!"
Arlene wailed in helpless passion. Her clitoris and vagina pulsed and
contracted again and again as she struggled to gain enough control to pull
her panties aside and insert my precum slickened, fuck-stick into her
throbbing cunt. Her hands trembled as she pushed the head into her vagina
and then dropped her hips downward. All eight inches of cock slid smoothly
into her hot, drenched pussy. I could feel her hot channel pulsing and
contracting around my cock as she started up-down motions, fucking herself
on my rod. When I moved my fingers to her big, throbbing clitoris, she
exploded in another orgasm.
I rose out of the chair, picking her up easily with me. She wrapped her
hot legs around my hips and held on as I drove my cock spike in and out of
her spasming pussy. Every time I dropped her, her clit slammed against my
pubic bone sending shivers of intense pleasure coursing throughout her
body. She came again. This time her juices gushed out of her tightly
plugged hole. "Fuck me! Fuck Me! FUCK ME!" she howled again and again.
Slowly, I withdrew my cock, scrapping it over her G-spot and clit as I
pulled it out. "OOohhh god... noooo... put it back in meeeeeeeee...
please... I want it ... want it... in meeeeeeeeeee!"
It took only a moment to strip Arlene down to her just her high heels.
"Get on the bed," I ordered. "On your back and spread wide open. I want
to see your delicious tits, cunt, and ass. Do it! Show them to me!"
I peeled off my clothes as my luscious, sensuous wife scrambled to get
herself into the position I had ordered. When she was on her back, her
legs spread wide open, her hands cupping her tits, she stared at my jerking
cock with it long strand of precum swinging from its bloated head, her body
shuddering with desire. "Ooohhh fuck! Fuck me with it! It's gorgeous!"
"Pull your legs up. You concealed your hot cunt from me for nearly a
year and a half. Now I want to see it. Get your legs up and back. Pull
your pussy open so I can inspect my wife's hot, fuck hole."
Arlene frantically jerked her legs up and back, bending her knees and
touching them to her large, heaving tits. Her fingers pried her labia open
revealing the pink interior of her vagina. Her juices were flowing,
bubbling out of the pulsing hot hole.
"Look at my cunt, Lover. Look how hot and wet you have your wife's
cunt. Can you see it? Am I holding it open wide enough? Oh god... tell
me!"
"No. You need to spread it wider. Put your fingers inside and pull it
open for my inspection."
Arlene rammed two fingers of each hand into her gaping vagina and pulled
it wide open. I could even see her large clitoris dancing and pulsing at
the top of her cunt.
I mounted her. She groaned in hot passion. Settling deep into her sex
saddle, I ran my tongue over her open mouth. "I'm going to fuck you now...
hard... deep. Then I'm going to cum inside your cunt. You can imagine
how huge the cum load is going to be. You've made me wait a year and a
half. Are you ready to receive it, my hot sexy wife?"
"AAAHhhhhhhhhhh... god... YES!!! YES!!! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... CUM
IN MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
When my cock touched her wet cunt, the fluted lips opened even wider and
easily swallowed my cock head. My wife's body trembled when she felt it
entering her tunnel. I pushed another three inches into her hot tube. It
contracted in hard spasms. Her body began to shake at the intensity of the
feeling. I pulled the cock back and ran it over the thickened bundle of
flesh just behind her clitoris at the top of her vagina. As the cock head
slid sensuously over the G-spot, Arlene babbled incoherently, her hole
contracted in a hard spasm, and she came in a series of spastic shudders. I
drove my cock to the bottom of her cunt, hammering all 8-inches of dick in
and out of her cunt.
"I'm gonna cum!!!!"
"Meeeeeeeee...toooo... SHOOT IT INTO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
My buttocks clenched down hard causing my prick to explode and send
volley after volley of thick cum into the bottom of her vagina right up
against the neck of her womb. My orgasm seemed to just go on and on as
months of pent up semen roared down from my prostate to be ejaculated in
thick potent streams into the convulsing female who arched her hips to take
every blast from my erupting sex gun.
For five minutes, we both gasped for breath, our chests heaving. I
recovered first. Arlene was still breathing hard and moaning when I pushed
my head between her thighs. The gaping orifice of her cunt was right in
front of me. A thin river of semen was running from her stretched hole.
Every so often, a big wad would belch from her hole and join the cascade of
cum running out of my wife.
 When I covered her hole with my mouth and began to eat her like a
starving man, she tried to push me away.
"Oh my god! Ralph. Stop. STOP! I'm a filthy mess down there. You
don't have to do that!"
I ignored her and sucked her big throbbing clit into my mouth where my
tongue flicked it and slashed up and down its throbbing length.
"GGHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA.... UGHHHHGGHH... OOOHHHH FUCKKKKKKK... THAT'S
MARVELOUS... You dirty man... suck me! Suck your wife's cum-filled cunt,
Baby! OOOHHhhhh... shit... do it to meeeeeeee... make me cummmmmmmm!!"
A moment later, her pussy erupted in yet another intense orgasm. My
cock was rigid with lust again. While my wife was still moaning in the
throes of her orgasm, I pushed her legs back against her tits to expose her
asshole.
"Arch your ass. Pull it open. I'm going to fuck your hot ass."
"Oohhh yess... YES! Do it to me. In my ass. Hurry! Hurry! I want
you in my ass."
I got off the bed for a moment to get the astroglide I had brought with
me. Arlene moaned in protest. "Nooo... don't leave me. I need cock in
my ass. Come back! Please. Put it in my ass!"
She groaned with delight when she again felt my body on hers a moment
later. I poured a generous amount of lubricant around Arlene's asshole and
worked it deep into her tube with two fingers. When she was thoroughly
lubed, I asked, "Ready?"
"Oh god yes. Stick it in meeeeeee!"
I pressed the head against her asshole, which resisted at first, but I
gradually exerted more and more force until her sphincter finally gave up
and spread wide open to admit the big head into her rear passage. The
tight feeling was exquisite as my cock sank into Arlene's sexy ass. My
wife grunted with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"UUGGHHHHH... aaahhh... UGH, UGH, UGH, UGH ... GOD... SO DAMN BIG!
Oh fuck, that hurts!"
I stopped immediately and started to withdraw, but Arlene's scream
stopped me. "DON'T! DON'T YOU DARE TAKE YOUR GORGEOUS COCK OUT MY ASS.
FUCK ME WITH IT. FUCK ME HARD."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I deserve to be hurt after making you wait for 20 months to have me.
Only a dirty bitch would do that. FUCK YOUR DIRTY BITCH'S ASS. DO IT...
OH PLEASE. DON'T MAKE ME WAIT LIKE I MADE YOU WAIT. FUCK ME LIKE A
COCKTEASING HOT WHORE!!"
I hammered my cock into her ass with authority producing a deep wail
from my impaled wife. When all 8 inches of cock were buried in her ass, I
reached around her hips and began working her throbbing clit as the fucking
began in earnest. Arlene grunted and howled like a cow as I slammed stroke
after stroke into her rectum.
 After ten minutes of fierce fucking, her hole gaped open and allowed me
to slide in and out of her with ease. At one point, I pulled my cock all
the way out and looked at the gaping orifice that used to be her tight
asshole. Now, it was a huge circular hole that stayed open as if waiting
and begging me to fuck my cock back inside. I pushed it back in and a few
strokes later, my wife's ass began contracting hard around my cock as she
experienced an intense anal orgasm.
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We didn't leave our room for two days. We had all meals brought up by
room service and spent the time fucking. When I awoke the morning of our
third day, I was too tired to move. Every muscle screamed in agony when I
tried to pull myself out of bed.
"Are you all right?" Arlene asked, obviously concerned.
"Not really. My muscles are so sore, I can hardly move. I'm sorry, but
I just have to rest."
Arlene leaned over and kissed me gently. "I'm sorry, Darling. I should
have allowed you to sleep more last night."
"This is really embarrassing," I groaned. "The most beautiful wife on
the planet, and I'm too exhausted to get it up for her."
"You don't have anything to be embarrassed about, Lover. You put 17
loads of cum into me in the last 36 hours. Amazing. I'll tell you what.
I'm going to go relax in the pool, do a little shopping, and get some sun
until 5 PM. You sleep and rest so you'll be ready to ravish me tonight.
OK?"
I nodded and was asleep before Arlene left our room.
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Deception:

Arlene and I had married as soon as we finished college. We were both

21 at the time. Our first child, Megan, was born during our second year
together. Our son, Todd, came a year later. Megan celebrated her 15th
birthday several months back while Todd's 14th will arrive in a couple of
months. Arlene and I are both 37 now, still with an incredibly hot sex
life, and I had thought, still very much in love. Arlene remains a
beautiful woman with a gorgeous body that turns male and female heads
whenever we go out for the evening. In fact, her added maturity and 10
extra pounds have, in my opinion, made her look even more sensuous and
voluptuous than when she was 21. Without a doubt, every man I know envies
me and wants to know how in hell I landed such a gorgeous woman as my wife.
When I tell them by not even touching her breasts for the first 100 or so
dates, not one man believes me.
My engineering firm had become extremely successful by the time we were
in our early thirties. This allowed Arlene to quit her marketing job and
devote full time to raising our children and to a wide variety of
charitable organizations. We had numerous friends and an exciting,
fulfilling life. The only problem I saw was that Arlene was very strict
with our children, particularly with Megan. It was obvious that she
intended for her to be celibate until marriage. She was almost equally
strict with Todd. When Megan turned 15, this strictness became a very
severe problem when Arlene refused to allow her to date or to wear the sexy
clothes her friends were all wearing. She also imposed a strict curfew on
her. This led to fights that often resulted in Megan being reduced to
tears as Arlene pointed out how shameful her actions were. I did my best
to mitigate the situation, but had no rebuttal to my wife's insistence that
women can't sleep around like men if they wanted a strong marriage with a
good man.
With respect to sex and sleeping around, I found that many of the wives
we knew were attracted to me. Of course this pleased me and built up my
male ego enormously. I always told Arlene whenever I thought one of the
wives was dropping hints as to her availability. I knew this wasn't
necessary because my wife was more sensitive to this sort of thing than I
could ever be, but it served to establish a bond of love and trust between
us. Actually, I thought my wife was pleased that other women wanted me
because she knew it built up my confidence and thereby made me a better
lover for her. She also knew that I had no interest in other women. With
the hottest, wildest, most beautiful, most loving wife on the planet, I had
no interest in straying and never had.
Of course, more men hit on my wife than I could possibly count. That's
one of the penalties for having a gorgeous, hot-assed, blonde bombshell for
your wife. I also felt that I never needed to worry about Arlene being
faithful. She was so incredibly conservative outside of marriage, I knew
that I need not be concerned. So I didn't worry. That is, I didn't worry
until recently.
It had started one afternoon while I was at the office. Around 1 PM, a
marketing firm called to find out how to contact my wife. They were
interested in hiring her as an external marketing consultant and needed to
speak with her as soon as possible. Since my wife rarely carries a cell
phone, I took their number and said I would try to reach her and have her
return their call as soon as possible.
I didn't anticipate any problems, but soon found out otherwise. After
calling all of the civic groups with whom she regularly did charity work, I
had gotten nowhere. No one had seen her that day. Next, I tried several
of her female friends, again with no success. In the end, I gave up and
decided I would just have to wait until I saw her that evening.
When the family was eating dinner in our dining room that evening, I
mentioned the call and gave her the number. Arlene wrote it down and said
she would call first thing in the morning even though she doubted that she
would be interested. Innocently, I mentioned having called her friends but
couldn't locate her.
"No. I didn't see any of them today. Spent the entire day working with
the Salvation Army setting things up for their upcoming fall solicitation
campaign."
I said nothing in reply even though I knew Arlene had lied to me. I had
called the Salvation Army and talked with the Director who had told me that
they had been working all afternoon on the fall solicitation campaign but
that he hadn't seen my wife. In fact, he said, "I wish she had come by
today. We could have certainly used her help. Give her my best when you
see her." In the 16 years of our marriage, I could not bring to mind any
other time when she had deliberately lied to me.
 With nothing else to go on, I concluded that maybe she and her friends
were working on a surprise party or something and gave it no further
thought.
Two days later, I decided to ask Arlene if she would like for me to fix
dinner for the kids and then the two of us have a romantic dinner out. I
called our house... no answer. Again, I called all the civic organization
with the same result. No one had seen her all day. Finally, I tried all
of her friends. When I had her best friend, Helen Marlow, on the phone,
she said, "No, Ralph. I haven't seen Arlene today. You know this is the
second time in three days you've been calling trying to find her. What's
going on?"
"Nothing special. Just wanted to know if she wanted to have dinner out
tonight. She's just hard to locate during the day. She has so many irons
in the fire, so to speak."
"Maybe the problem is that she has an iron in her fire?"
I laughed, really laughed. "Oh come on, Helen. You know Arlene much
better than that. Give me call if she calls you. Ok?"
"Sure. No problem. And Ralph, I was just kidding about the iron in her
fire. It just popped out of my mouth. I'm sorry."
"Not a problem. See'ya." I hung up, but couldn't get the image of "an
iron in her fire" out of my mind.
I finally managed to get hold of Arlene around 5 PM and asked her about
dinner. She said it sounded wonderful and that she would fix dinner for
the kids and see me at 6 PM. Over dinner that night, I asked my wife about
her day. "Anything interesting happen? Any good news about the various
projects you're working on?"
"Nothing exciting. I spent the day shopping for children's books for
the school library. Didn't find much."
"Must have been a drudge for you. You should have called. I could have
joined you just to give you some company."
"That's very sweet, Honey. But I know you have to pay attention to
business when you're at work. Helen Marlow came along with me. We had a
nice lunch and chatted about all the sexy men we knew."
That was a lie. "Really? I thought only men talked."
"Yes, really. And whatever gave you the silly idea that only men talk?"
I had no idea where that idea had come from because the only thought
swimming through my head was the fact that Arlene had again lied to me.
After the second incident, I began to check daily. On the weekends,
when I wasn't at work, Arlene was always around or working on her civic
projects. But during the week, no matter when I called, I could never
locate her. In desperation, I called Helen Marlow again. If anyone knew,
she did.
"Hello."
"Hi, Helen. This is Ralph Taynor. Got a moment to chat or better yet,
have you had lunch?"
"Are you asking me to have lunch with you?"
"Yes."
"God. It must be serious. Half the women I know have tried to get you
to ask them to lunch or dinner. I think I'm the only one who's succeeded.
Where do you have in mind?"
Thirty minutes later, Helen and I were having lunch at the Olive Garden.

"Well, are you going to tell me what's on your mind?" she asked.
I quickly told her about all my attempts to find my wife during the week
and about her lies to me later concerning her whereabouts. "I asked you to
meet me so I could ask you face-to-face, as her best friend, if you know
where she's been. You don't have to tell me if you feel you can't or
shouldn't, but I would like to know that she's safe. Can you tell me
anything?"
"Truthfully, Ralph. I don't have a clue. She hasn't said one word to
me about going anywhere. Nor has she suggested that she's seeing someone
on the side."
"Arlene wouldn't do that," I protested.
"Ralph, every husband in the world thinks his wife has no interest in
sex with other men, and everyone of them are wrong. Women like sex as much
or more than men. You may be right about Arlene not having a lover, but
don't assume that's true because she's a woman and your wife. She has a
pussy that likes hard cock just as much as any woman, including me."
"Ok. I accept that. Sorry for the male chauvinist remark. What's your
best guess as to what's happening or where she's been? Just your best
guess. I know that you don't know."
"Ok. Remember you asked me... My best guess is that Arlene has found
an irresistible man and... he's fucking her regularly. Where? I have no
idea. Whereever he is. At his apartment... at his office... some other
city within driving distance. I don't have a clue as to where."
With the lump in my throat, I barely managed, "Thank you, Helen for
being... honest... It's just very hard for me to accept. Please let me
know if you learn anything. Ok?"
"I will. Now can I ask you something?"
"Sure. Turn about is fair play."
"When you asked me to have lunch with you, I was hoping that you
intended to try to seduce me and take me to bed. Was that ever a thought
you considered?"
"Oh come on, Helen. You know and I know that you would never cheat on
Bryant. He's a great guy."
"Oh course he is. That's why I married him, but that doesn't mean that
I'm immune to the advances of a handsome, virile, sexy man. Are you making
an advance? Would you like to seduce me? If so, as I say, I'm not
immune."
"To be honest, I have to tell you that you've given me an erection.
Does that answer your question?"
"Oh my god! I love that! May I?"
Helen leaned closer, her intention obvious. "Go ahead, but be careful!
I don't want to shoot off in my pants like some adolescent teenager."
Helen reached under the table, ran her hand up my thigh to my crotch.
Her hand gently closed around my rigid 8-inch hard cock. "Jezzz! I knew
you were big, but I had no idea!"
She continued to fondle and stroke me... up and down my shaft... over
the head... back down the shaft... back to the head which she squeezed
gently, running her fingers over the now throbbing organ. "Oh fuck! How
big is it?"
I was getting closer to orgasm it was so erotic. "It's not that big.
Just a little over 8 inches."
"8 inches... Holy fuck!" Her fingers unzipped me in one smooth motion.
She looked at me. When I didn't say anything, her hand moved inside my
pants and then under my jockey briefs. The feel of her bare hand on the
naked flesh of my cock was incredible. If I was hard before, my rod now
solidified into a iron-bar that thrust up above the top of my briefs.
"Oooohh, Damn... Damn!! This is the hardest, biggest cock I think I've
ever felt. And you keep it shaved. OH FUCK! FUCK! Aaahhhhhhh!!" I saw
her free hand thrusting between her thighs.
"You've got to stop. You're going to make me cum," I whispered to her.
"I know," she moaned. "I'm about to cum too. I want this in me. You
know that. I've wanted to fuck you for a long, long time. I know you
don't cheat on Arlene, but if you ever change your mind and need a woman,
just call me. Anytime. Day or night. I'll find an excuse for Bryant.
Please!"
"I promise, if I ever decide to make love to another woman, I'll call
you. You know, for 18 years, you're the only woman who's squeezed my cock
other than Arlene."
"Ooohhh... sooo damn hot. Would you like to feel me? I felt you.
It's only fair that you get to feel me. That's not cheating."
"Again to be truthful, I would love to feel you. I haven't felt another
woman's pussy for 18 years either. Can I feel you?"
Helen squeezed her eyes shut. Her mouth opened and her tongue slid out
to flick rapidly across her lips. She moved even closer to me, and, under
the table, I saw her pull her skirt high and open her legs. Her hips were
already thrusting, and I had not yet touched her.
"Oh, please, Ralph. Feel my pussy!"
As soon as my hand touched her thigh, I heard the soft moan and felt the
thrust of her hips upwards. I moved higher, up her white stockings, until
my hand was on bare thigh flesh. It was hot and moist. I knew her panties
would be soaked.
Her moans deepened. She pushed her chair as close to me as possible,
silently begging me to do it. My fingers touched her panties. They were
more than wet... more than soaked... they were dripping with her
secretions.
My fingers traced her slit from the bottom slowly upward to the top...
almost touching her clitoris. Her breath came faster. Her chest heaved,
breasts rising... falling, hips now hunching.
"Oh god, Ralph. Get underneath my panties. Please!"
There was no problem sliding the drenched panties to one side and moving
my fingers onto her naked, gaping slit. I could feel her secretions
bubbling out of her slowly throbbing vagina. I moved my fingers upward to
her engorged clitoris and worked it with my thumb. At the same time, two
of my fingers moved into her sex channel where they quickly located her
G-spot. It only took a moment for me to bring her right to the verge of an
orgasm.
"Shall I stop? There may be people watching."
"I don't care! Make me cum! For god's sakes... make me cum!!"
It only took 10 more seconds and Helen was convulsing in orgasm right at
our table. To a male observer, it probably looked as if she was having a
stomach cramp or a fainting spell. If any woman was watching, she knew
Helen was having a beautiful orgasm on my fingers. Later, after Helen had
composed herself, and we were walking out of the restaurant, two women
caught my eye and licked their lips in invitation. My erection came back
harder than ever.
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Over the weekend, I called John Sexton, one of my partners in the firm,
and told him that I needed to take Monday off. He said no problem and that
he would cover for me. I told him I owed him one, and he assured me that
he fully intended to collect. I had no doubt that he would be collecting
the next time he had the opportunity to meet a woman and needed an alibi
for his wife.
I stopped at the Hertz agency and rented a car so Arlene would not
recognize mine. Parking outside our house, I waited for almost two hours
before I saw her Camry backing out of our garage. It was almost 10 AM. As
I followed a safe distance behind, it soon became obvious that my wife was
headed for the interstate leading to Dallas. It was a little less than an
hour's drive, and I was still following her as we entered one of the
business areas several miles from downtown Dallas.
Arlene parked her car in the lot for a large, high-rise office building.
I parked nearby. When she emerged, she stood beside the car for a moment,
one foot still on the floorboard of the car, the other on the ground. I
was shocked. Her inadvertent pose was provocative, as was the
tight-fitting white sheathe that she wore. It hugged every curve. The
bodice showed off nearly half of her big tits and the dress was just barely
long enough to cover the crease her ass made as it connected to her thighs.
She seemed to be barelegged with 4 or 5-inch heels. I had never before
seen Arlene wear such a blatantly sexual outfit, not even in our bedroom.
It was totally at odds with her usual conservative sexual attitudes.
She walked rapidly into the office building with no hesitation.
Obviously, she knew exactly where she was going and seemed to want to get
there as rapidly as possible. By the time I got out of the car and
followed her into the building, she had already gotten on an elevator and I
could go no further since I didn't have the foggiest idea about where she
was going in the building.
Having no other recourse, I scanned the building directory that was on
one of the walls of the lobby. As expected, it was huge. I didn't
recognize any names or firms, so I went to the information desk and asked
the lady there if she had a hard copy of the building directory. She
quickly produced one, smiled, and asked if she could be of any other
assistance.
"I was supposed to meet my wife here for a business appointment. But
I'm late. She made the appointment for us but neglected to tell me who it
was with. Just told me to meet her here. Did you by any chance see a very
attractive blonde, about 5' 7", 130 lbs or so, beautiful body, very sexy,
come in here in the last five minutes or so?"
"You bet I saw her. So did every man in the lobby. Is that woman your
wife?"
"Yes."
"Lucky man!"
"I know, but since I'm late, I'm in trouble. Do you have any idea...
any idea at all, which firm or office she was visiting?"
"No. I'm sorry. But truthfully, the way she was dressed, I assumed
that her 'business' appointment was probably to bend over a desk in one of
the offices, if you understand my meaning."
"Thank you. I appreciate your help." Having no other recourse, I turned
to leave. The lady at the help desk stopped me.
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news. I get off for lunch in 15
minutes. Interested?"
"Do you bend over a desk too?" I asked.
"I can be persuaded sometimes," she smiled seductively.
"Thank you, but that lady really is my wife, not a prostitute, and I
really do need to find her. But I'm flattered by your suggestion." I
smiled and returned to my car.
I waited and waited. At 3:30 PM, Arlene returned to her car. She
looked upset and anxious. From a distance, her hairdo appeared to be
mussed up, but when she got closer, I saw that she had washed her hair, and
it was still wet. I speculated that maybe she had had an appointment with
a beauty salon and had something done to her hair. Nothing else seemed to
make sense. But then why dress so hot for a beauty shop appointment?
Arlene got into her car, and for several minutes, just sat there
motionless. Then, her head fell forward and she rested her forehead on the
top of the steering wheel. Another minute later, she sat upright in the
seat, and I saw her smile. A moment later, her smile seemed to change to
an amused laugh. I started to get out of the car to go to her assistance,
but she fired up the engine was roaring out of the parking lot before I got
more than a couple of steps in her direction. I lost her in traffic before
I could catch up with her car.
When I returned home that night, Arlene had dinner cooking. She had
changed her clothes, redone her hair, and I was certain, bathed. Again, I
casually asked about her day. She told me that she had been doing some
volunteer work at one of the local hospitals. I was beside myself with
anxiety, anger, and fear of losing her.
==============================
A Belated Birthday Present for Megan:
That night there was another blow up between Arlene and Megan over our
daughter's clothing and demeanor with boys. It was the same old stuff I
had heard many times before, but Arlene's words seemed even stronger than
usual. The difference was that this time, I intended to assert my
masculine prerogatives as head of the household. I knew that Arlene was
being far too strict and unreasonable with Megan. I also knew if something
wasn't done, she would soon rebel and do something outrageous just to
demonstrate her independence.
After the blow up had calmed, I went to her room and knocked.
"Go away. I don't want to talk to you, Mom."
"It's Dad, Honey."
"Oh, sorry." She unlocked the door. "Are you going to tell me how awful
I behave too?"
"No. I'm going to ask you to meet me at 3 PM tomorrow after school at
my office. We're going shopping, and then we're going to make some other
stops that I won't tell you about until tomorrow. Deal?"
Megan was enormously curious as I had never, ever asked her to go
shopping with me. At 2:55 PM on Tuesday, she was in my outer office
waiting. "Where are we going?" she asked.
"Shopping," I replied. "Come on."
Our first stop was at a popular haunt specializing in clothing for
teenaged girls. When entered, and I motioned to an attractive sales lady.
"How can I help you, Sir?"
"Hi. I'm Ralph Taynor and this beautiful young lady is my daughter
Megan. She's 15, actually closer to 16 than 15, and I think it's time we
changed her wardrobe from that appropriate for a child to one that more
appropriate for a beautiful young lady. Frankly, I don't have a clue, but
I'm sure you do, and I'm equally certain that Megan has ideas of her own. I
would be deeply grateful if you would see to it that she gets whatever she
wants, and whatever you think she would really like. Price is not an
object."
Turning to my daughter, I said, "Happy Birthday, Megan. I'll be over
there ogling all the good looking women. Let me know if I can help."
 Megan moved closer. "Dad, you know Mom's gonna go ape over this. She
won't let me wear anything sexy."
"Megan, just in case you've forgotten, I'm the head of the household.
You're beautiful. Your face is gorgeous, thanks to your mother, not to me.
You body is awesome, great figure, wonderful top and bottom, again thanks
to your drop-dead gorgeous mother. You're close to 16, not 12. You're a
young woman, not a child. Buy what you want, but use some taste as well.
Listen to the saleslady. I'll handle your mother."
The transformation was pure magic. Thirty minutes later, Megan came
rushing over wearing skin tight, hip-hugging jeans that just barely covered
her ass crease and a tight top that took full advantage of large breasts
that were already almost a C cup. Her midriff was bare. "What do you
think, Dad? Is it too much?"
"You're not wearing a bra are you?"
"No. It looks so sexy without one."
"It does. It's also going to drive all the boys wild. I think it's a
little too blatant to go braless. A lot of the time, seeing less is a lot
sexier than seeing more. Let's ask the saleslady."
The nametag identified her as Martha. "Martha, Megan wants to know if I
think this outfit is too much. Without a bra I thought it probably was.
What's your advice?"
She smiled warmly. "I think your Dad is right, Megan. With a bra, the
outfit is sexy, the way a woman wants to be. Without a bra, it's too much
advertising. Bluntly, it's whorish without a bra. Listen to your Dad.
He's a man. He knows how men think."
"Ok. Let's find a bra that I can wear with it."
I nodded my thanks at Martha and she smiled. After two hours, my
daughter was loaded with new clothes and was positively beaming. As I paid
for the clothes, Martha pulled me to one side.
"You're quite a Dad. She's just walking on a cloud. She says you're
taking her somewhere else that's a surprise. I know it's not any of my
business, but I am curious."
"Our next stop is Victoria's Secret to get her something sexy that she
can wear to a nice party. You probably won't approve of the third stop. I
know her Mother will be furious. We have an appointment with a female
gynecologist at 5:15 PM. She going to talk to Megan about birth control,
STDs, and the use of birth control pills which I'm going to give her
permission to use. She doesn't have a boy friend yet... at least none
that I know about, but it won't be long till she does, and I want her
prepared properly."
Martha just stared at me. "If your wife is furious, she's crazy. By
the way, if she's so furious that she divorces you, stop by and see me.
I'm single, and mister, you are something else."
By the time we left Victoria's, Megan was so wildly excited she was
having difficulty talking. "Oooohh... WOW!... I can't believe it! GAWD!
Those clothes... WOW! Can I really wear them, Dad? Can I? Can I?"
 "Of course you can. Just use good judgment about what to wear and when
to wear it. Sometimes a woman needs to look prim and proper. At other
times, she needs to look casual and relaxed, and sometimes, she needs to
look sexy and desirable. But, she never needs to look cheap and whorish...
except in the bedroom with her husband. Remember that. Ask your mother.
She really does know a lot more about all this than I do. Trust her."
When we left the gynecologist's office an hour later, Megan was near
tears. I was alarmed to say the least. "Damn, I sorry, Honey. I didn't
mean to frighten you. It's totally up to you when you start having sex. I
just thought it best for you to have a long talk with a woman who is a real
professional and whom I knew would give you good, valuable information
about sex that you will eventually need to have."
"I'm not frightened, Dad. I'm just so happy to have a Dad who treats me
like a young woman rather than like a child. What other surprises do you
have in store for me?"
"Well, I do have one more."
"Really?! What it is?"
"The master bedroom downstairs that your mother and I share is very
private, but your bedroom upstairs is right next to Todd's. That was fine
when you were a child, but it's not fine now, or at least, it soon won't be
fine. I'm having the guest bedroom in the basement redone with all new
furniture. I'm also having the entire basement tiled and an outside
entrance constructed for both safety and privacy. The work will take a
week or so. When it's finished, it's yours if you want it."
I can truthfully say, I had never seen my daughter any happier than she
was at that moment.
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Revelation:

Three days out of the five weekdays for each of the following few weeks,
I again failed to locate my wife. In each case, I knew the story she gave
me about her day was a lie because I had previously checked. However,
although I knew Arlene was lying, I had no idea what to do simply because I
couldn't imagine what might be going on given my wife's attitude about sex
outside of marriage.
On Friday, I got a call from Helen. "Ralph, this is Helen. Are you
free for a bit?"
"Yes. What's up?"
"I really can't explain over the phone. Bryant plays golf tomorrow from
noon until 5 PM. Can you come over to our house around 12:30 PM? I think
it's important."
"I'll be there."
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At 12:45 PM the next day, I was sitting on the couch in the Marlow's
den. Helen looked very sexy in her short, brown dress. I was pretty
certain she wasn't wearing a bra because almost half of her large tits were
on display. She was bare legged, and the hemline of the dress was all the
way up to the top of her thighs. I wondered if she was wearing panties.
Given our hand sex in the restaurant 10 days or so before, I thought there
was a good chance that she was naked underneath.
"I know you think I asked you over today to seduce you, and, to some
extent, that's true. I've never had a man do me in public like you did in
the Olive Garden. Since then, I've masturbated four times thinking about
how hot you got me. But as tantalizing as that was, that's not the main
reason I asked you to come over today."
When I didn't say anything, Helen continued. "You told me last week
about following Arlene to Dallas and to that building but then you lost
her. I think I may know where she went."
I sat bolt upright. "Where? How do you know? How did you find out?
Did Arlene tell you?"
"Patience. You said you had a list of firms in that building but didn't
recognize any of them."
"That's right. I don't. Why?"
"Is "New World Productions" one of the firms in the building?"
I had been carrying the building directory in my wallet since that day
in Dallas. I extracted it and searched down the alphabetized list. As
soon as I reached the N's, there it was, "New World Productions".
"It's here! How the hell did you know?"
Helen got up, went to the bar, and mixed my favorite drink, bourbon and
water, while pouring herself a glass of wine. Returning, she handed it to
me the drink and sat back down. "Drink it. You may need it."
When I had taken several swallows, she produced a DVD. "This DVD is one
of the films produced by "New World Productions". I just ordered it.
Shall we?"
When I nodded, Helen slipped the DVD into the player, turned on their
wide screen TV and sat back down. The film opened with a sultry looking
brunette with long hair and full painted lips having a light lunch on the
patio of some cafe. The woman was incredibly well endowed as was evident
from the fact that she was wearing a dress that showed more than half of
her big tits. Actually, she was very attractive in a slutty sort of way.
As she ate, a young man, maybe early 20's, wearing a white T-shirt sat
at the next table talking on his cell phone. The brunette listened as he
talked to his girl friend. When he hung up, she invited him over to her
table where they talked about the sexual problems he was having with his
girl friend. It developed that she was complaining that his cock was too
big and that he fucked her too hard and too often. The brunette says she
thinks she can help and invites him back to her apartment. The entire
conversation bordered on the ridiculous, and the acting, if you could call
it that, was amateurish. However, on the plus side, the brunette looked
incredibly hot, and the guy seemed virile and reasonably handsome.
Frankly, I couldn't understand why Helen had asked me to come over to
watch a porn film. I turned to face her and said, "So you've found that
there's a firm in the building that makes adult films for distribution on
computer sites and DVD's. Why do you think that has anything to do with
Arlene?"
"Just watch the film. Don't you think that hot woman is worth
watching?"
I couldn't disagree with that, so I returned my attention to the screen.
The action soon switched to the brunette's bedroom with her sitting on the
bed beside the guy. She moved closer to him and leaned over to expose over
half of her huge tits. She also had pulled her dress to the tops of her
thighs.
The dialogue was more nonsense about helping the guy with his girl
friend. She tells Lance that he has to take things more slowly, to spend
more time erotically undressing her, and so on. Naturally, she suggests
that he practice with her, and he eagerly agrees. That part was very
realistic. I would have agreed too.
A few minutes further into the film, Lance has the woman's dress open
revealing the fact that she's wearing a black bra decorated with prints of
white lace and red flowers. Her only other garments are a matching thong
that is just a triangle covering her pussy and a pair of black sandals with
4-inch stiletto heels. His hands move freely over her huge boobs and
thighs. The woman, whose name in the film is Laura, moans softly and
assures Lance that he's doing it just right.
Like all porn films, the action moved quickly. Soon we hear, "Oh Baby.
That feels soooo good. Pull my bra down. Get my tits out where you can do
my nipples." Lance is a fast learner and down comes the bra revealing two
big, luscious tits with hard nipples.
"OOOohhh suck my nipples, Honey. Do me," Laura urges. When he does,
she gasps, "Aaahh, aahhh, aahhh... that's so hot! It makes my pussy throb
when you do that... aaahhh... feel it. Feel how you're making my pussy
throb. Oh god! I wish my husband did me this good."
The guy pulls her thong to one side and inserts two fingers into her
cunt. Laura arches her hips and spreads to entice him to do more. Her
moans are continuous on the sound track when she extracts his cock. It's
huge and extremely hard. Laura is wild over it, exclaiming, "God. What a
cock! No wonder your girl friend has trouble taking this monster." She
strips Lance and the next scene shows her bent over sucking about 7 to 8
inches of his big fuck-stick.
"Is she getting you hard, Ralph?" Helen asked.
"Well of course she is," I managed. "I'm not made of stone. She's hot,
in a sultry, whorish sort of way. And she can really suck cock. It looks
like she taking 8 inches. It's got to be way down her throat for her to do
that."
"I can suck like that too, Honey," Helen whispered in my ear. When I
turned toward her, she shook her head and said, "Later... Keep watching."
After sucking Lance's dick for several minutes on screen, they changed
positions with him standing beside the bed while Laura was on her hands and
knees on the bed sucking his rod. Damn, he looked every bit of 10 inches,
and she was easily taking 8 of the inches down her throat.
 Laura groaned continuously, urging him on, "Ggghhhaa... GGHHAAA...
GGHHAAA!" she choked. But the choking didn't deter her in the slightest.
"GGHHAAAA... ooohh Baby, mouth fuck me with that big hard cock! Stick it
all the way in!!"
Helen reached over and put her hand on my cock. "God. It's even bigger
and harder than I remember."
"I wasn't watching a hot video alone with you on the couch the last
time."
"Can I?" she asked.
"Maybe you better not. I don't have iron control."
"I hope not," she said as her hand began to slowly caress my throbbing
erection. "OH Fuck," she moaned. "You're almost as long as that stud
fucking Laura, but you're thicker... mmmmmm... a lot thicker!"
When I looked back at the screen, Laura had her big tits wrapped around
Lance's cock, and he was giving them a hard fucking. She kept her mouth
wide open to take the head if he wanted to push it inside. When he didn't,
her tongue licked his cock head every time it appeared from between her big
mounds.
"Ohhhh... yesss... fuck... fuck my tits... with that... big...
hard.... cock, Stud. Give it... to me, " Laura gasped between licking at
the thrusting pecker.
I had to admit, she looked incredibly delicious, easily one of the
hottest women I had ever seen on a porn video. I found myself wanting to
fuck her too.
Turning my attention back to Helen, I asked, "Is this just about us
fucking?" I asked. "If you keep working on my cock like you're doing,
you're going to get fucked. Damn, I don't think I can stop." As I asked
the question, my gaze dropped downward to her legs, and I saw that I was
wrong in my speculation that Helen wasn't wearing panties. She was, and
they were fully exposed between her wide-open thighs.
"I hope you don't stop. And 'no', this is about more than just you
fucking me, but oh god... I do hope you will fuck me. But Keep watching.
Watch carefully. Watch the way a woman watches. Quit watching it the way
a man watches."
Frankly, I had no idea in hell what that instruction meant. Do women
have a third eye they use sometimes?
Lance pushed Laura over onto her back on the bed, stripped off her
thong, spread her legs wide open, and pressed his head against her cunt.
She wailed loudly. It could have been real or it could have been faked. I
couldn't tell, but it was certainly loud and the brunette was thrusting her
ass up and down against the man's face as he pleasured her cunt and clit
with his tongue.
"Oh suck me, Lance. Lick my clit. AAAAhhhhhh! What a Stud! Harder,
Baby. Lick my hot button faster... make me cummmmmmmm!"
After several minutes, Laura screamed that she was cumming. It looked
like she actually was. Her hips rammed against his mouth as her hands held
his head tightly against her throbbing cunt.
"OOOHHH GAWD!!! I'M CUMMINGGGGGGG... YOU'RE MAKING MY CUNT EXPLODE,
BABY! DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T STOP! UUUGGHHHHHHHHH!!"
As soon as her orgasm abated, Lance flipped the woman over and boosted
her ass up high to get her into fucking position. She reached back and
pulled her ass cheeks open to expose her cunt hole for his big cock. The
camera moved in close and showed his big cock stretching Laura's cunt wide
and sliding inside her. She wailed as it sank out of sight.
"OOHHHH FUCKKKK! YOU'RE JUST HUGE... GOD DAMN!! GO EASY!
AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH... UUGGHHH... IS IT ALL IN?"
Lance replied with not just a trace of masculine pride, "Hell no! Still
three more inches to go, Honey." He pushed another two into her hot cunt
hole.
The brunette slut screamed at the deep penetration. "AAAHHHHH...
GOD... YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... UGH, UGH, UGH, UGH!"
Lance hammered in the last inch and the woman began to cum. The camera
zoomed in and we watched her cunt contracting in hard spasms about his
surging cock. There was no possible way the woman was faking this orgasm.
I had to grasp Helen's hand to let her know that she had to stop. She did
so immediately as she wanted my load shooting into her cunt, not into my
pants.
On screen, the brunette slut screamed, "CUMMINGGGGGGGG!! MY CUNT IS
CUMMINGGGGGGG!!"
Toward the end of the film, the brunette mounted the guy reverse cowgirl
style so that she was facing the camera. The squishing, slurping noises
produced every time she hammered her pussy up and down his big cock,
coupled with her shrieks of female pleasure, were intense:
"sssshhhhh! AH FUCK!! quissshhhhhhhhh! UUGGHHH... GOD... FUCK THAT
HUGE DICK INTO ME, STUD! sssshhhhh! OOHH YES!! quissshhhhhhhhh!
OOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUU... AAAHHHHHHHHH!"
As Lance rammed his 10 inches in and out of the brunette's pussy, the
pressure the big cock exerted on her cunt was huge. There was no way she
could keep from spreading her legs wide open.
Not only did her legs fly apart, but the sheer girth of the cock fucking
her spread her labia and exposed her throbbing, engorged, huge clit. Right
above her big clit was a neatly trimmed small triangle of public hair whose
point almost touched her clit. The small triangle was very closely shaved,
almost to the point of not being there. The camera zoomed in for a close
up.
I stared at the woman's cunt that filled the screen in the close up
shot. I jumped to my feet, jerking my erection away from Helen's stroking
hand. "OH MY GOD!!!!"
"I can't believe it took you this long to see it," Helen said, the shock
obvious in her voice. "It just goes to show that all men ever look at when
they watch a woman are her tits, her ass, and her cunt. You hardly looked
at her face at all. How did you finally recognize that the brunette is
Arlene?"
 "Her clit. It's huge. She has the biggest clit of any woman I've ever
seen. And she has this very neatly, closed shaved triangle of pubic hair
right above her clit."
Helen laughed. "So you recognized your wife's cunt, but not her face.
That's fucking wild!!"
"I looked at her face," I said defensively. But the woman's a brunette.
Arlene is a blonde. And her complexion is much darker, more sultry than
Arlene's. Her eyebrows are fuller, darker. So are her eyes."

"Have you ever heard of a woman dying her hair, Ralph? Or using make up
to change her complexion?"
"I see... at least, I guess that I see. How did you recognize her? I
know it wasn't by seeing her cunt. Or was it?"
"No," she chuckled. "Arlene and I have never had sex, so relax, Tiger.
Her body is shaped exactly like Arlene's. I immediately thought there was
an amazing resemblance. So I captured one of the screen images and used
Photoshop to give her blonde hair, a lighter complexion, and less darkened
eyes. Suddenly... there was Arlene staring back at me. So now you know
what your conservative wife has been doing. She's a porn actress getting
fucked by big-cocked studs while you're working during the week."
"I can't believe it! She fucks strange men on camera? My wife who
wouldn't allow me to have sex with her for 20 months when we were dating?
Wouldn't even let me feel her tits? How in hell can that be?"
"It can't be. That's the big clue, Ralph. She's a hot- blooded woman
who loves sex. My guess is that before you, she had been fucking dozens of
guys on the campus. Then you came along, and she really liked you, a lot!
Just like I do. She knew if she was a just a hot fuck-hole for you, she
could forget about ever landing the man she desperately wanted. So, Miss
Hot Ass turns into Miss Conservative until you're married 20 months later.
Tell me, how do you think I'm doing in working this out?"
Before I could answer, I was distracted by what was happening on screen.
Lance now had my wife on her back at the edge of the bed. She had her legs
spread wide open to give the guy plenty of room between her thighs. He was
standing on the floor hammering his cock in and out of my wife's cunt. The
speed at which he was fucking her was incredible. His cock slammed in and
out of her drenched hole twice a second bringing shrieks and howls of
female pleasure. Arlene/Laura was screaming and thrusting her ass up high
to take every one of his hard fuck strokes all the way into her pussy. His
balls were slapping her ass every time he slammed his meat into the bottom
of her vagina.
"Oh fuck me! Fuck my cunt harder. I'm cumming... oohhh shit!!!
cummingg!! Can't stop! AAAHHHHHHHHH... UUGGHHH... OOOHhhhhh... COCK
ME, STUD! OOOHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKK MMEEEEEE!!"
On screen, Lance was now shooting his load all over my wife's face and
into her wide-open mouth. Thick streams of cum fired out of his jerking
prick as he held it just a few inches from her face. The first gush landed
on her nose and right eye and then snaked downward across her cheek and
into her mouth. The second, third, and fourth loads plastered her
forehead, her chin, her left cheek, and put more semen into her mouth.
After he had finished unloading, she scooped up his cum and licked it off
her fingers.
My cock was now a raging steel spike that hurt it was so hard. Finally,
the DVD faded to black as the film ended. Remembering Helen's last
question, I turned back to face her and said, "I think you're doing
incredibly well. Go on!"
"The rest is pretty simple. Once you're married, Miss Hot Ass
reappears, doesn't she? I'll bet she was absolutely wild for it as soon as
you got to the hotel or maybe even before, and then practically fucked you
to death on your honeymoon. You were amazed, but you were so happy to have
a hot wife, the significance of the transformation never occurred to you."
"That's exactly what happened."
"After that, my guess is that Arlene has continued to be an incredible
bed partner for you for the last 16 years and you're head over heels in
love with her. I also think she loves you just as much, but she's really
addicted to sex. She has to have it... a lot of it... more than any one
man can provide... no matter how good he is."
"You think she's been cheating for 16 years?"
"Probably... no, more than probably. Certainly. I bet she fucked some
other men on your honeymoon. Were you ever apart for a significant time?"
I told her about Arlene letting me sleep all day on the third day I was
so exhausted. Helen nodded. "My guess is that someone fucked her while
you slept that day. Remember to ask her. She might be willing to tell
you."
"How could she have possibly been screwing men behind my back for 16
years and my never having a clue?"
"Obviously, she's very careful. It's not that difficult for a woman to
do. Husbands never think their wives have any interest in having sex with
other men. For example... you didn't. Women know their husbands want to
fuck other women, so we watch, and it's very difficult for a man to cheat
and get away with it. But it's very easy for a woman. Men never suspect.
For example, you never suspected, and Bryant has no idea that a lot of
different men have fucked me since we've been married. So what do you plan
to do? Are you going to divorce Arlene?"
"Hell no! I love her. I just wish she had had enough faith in me to
share. We could have both had a great deal of pleasure, and she wouldn't
have had to sneak around."
"Tell her that! You're going to be amazed by the response. She's going
to love you more than ever and be an even hotter wife than you've had
before. Plus, you'll get to share erotic sex with her."
Helen moved beside me, turned my head toward hers and kissed me open
mouthed, her tongue driving inside my mouth, in and out, as if she were
raping me. Her hand went to my cock and found not a cock but a throbbing,
steel spike in my pants.
"OOOOHH FUCKKKKKKKKKK! PLEASE... PLEASE!"
 "Please what?"
"Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Listen, I gave up one-night stands 16 years ago. I don't fuck women
one time. Do you understand?"
Helen's body shuddered. She tried to answer but only a passionate moan
emerged from her mouth.
"If I fuck you, I intend to fuck you hard and often. I also intend to
fuck all your holes... mouth, ass, cunt... all of them... often. And I
don't use condoms. The loads go in you. Is all of this clear?"
Helen was gasping for breath, moaning. Finally, she managed to gasp,
"Yessss... very clear... oohhh god! You're going to fuck me a lot...
Whenever you want to cum in me... Oooh shit!!"
"So this is your last chance to avoid becoming my extra fuck hole that I
use when Arlene's holes are not available. Before I leave, I'm going to
check the master bedroom where your husband usually fucks you. If you're
on the bed, cunt exposed, legs spread wide, when I check, I'll know you've
decided you want to be my extra fuck hole. If not, we'll just remain good
friends. Five minutes from now, I'll check before I leave. So you've got
five minutes to decide."
Helen broke away from me and ran down the hallway toward the master
bedroom. I looked at my watch to check when five minutes had elapsed.
While I waited, I considered what I was going to say to my hot-assed wife.
I also took the DVD out of the player and put it in my pocket.
When five minutes had passed, I walked slowly to the master bedroom and
looked in the door. Helen lay in the center of the bed. Both of her big
naked tits were now sticking out the top of her dress, which was now hiked
up around her waist. She had removed her panties and had her legs wide
open. Her pussy lips were wet and open in a silent invitation. As I
watched, she spread as wide as possible and thrust her cunt high in the
air.
"Oh god, Ralph. Your extra fuck hole is about to cum. Please come use
it. I can't wait any longer for you to start using me and all my hot
holes."
I slowly removed my clothes as Helen panted and moaned on the bed. Her
hips were grinding in sexual invitation. She was so hot, so turned on by
all the previous cock play, I was certain that she would cum within the
first few cock strokes or swipes of my tongue over her throbbing clitoris.
Moving my head between the sexy blonde's thighs, I licked my way up one
inner thigh and then down the other... over and over, until she was
begging.
"Oh god, Ralph. Don't torture me. I need it. Do something... your
tongue... your cock... please. I'll cum so hard. Make me
cummmmmmmmmmm!!"
I ignored her. When my tongue slid up her labia and down the other
side, the woman thrashed and hunched desperately to bring her engorged,
pulsing clit into contact with my tongue. But I could move my tongue much
faster than she could move her hips and no matter how she struggled, she
couldn't get it onto her clitoris. She howled and cursed in frustration.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH... YOU BASTARD! AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!! DO ME! FOR GOD
SAKES... DO IT TO ME!"
Her cunt juices were bubbling up and out of her hole now, cascading down
her ass crack. Her vagina contracted hard causing her to whoosh air out of
her cunt. "OOOHHH FUCKKKK! I'm dying... you're gonna kill meeeeeeeeee!
Please... ooohhh please... please... LET ME CUMMMMMMMMMMMM!!"
"You want my tongue and my cock, Helen?"
All she could do was groan, "uuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn... aaahhhhhhh...
Please... oh please... I'll do anything... anything... just let me
cum!!"
"Good. The first thing you're going to do to earn your first orgasm is
tell me how you knew my wife was fucking around on me. I know you knew.
There's no way in hell you just happened to stumble onto that DVD. If you
want to cum, tell me and tell me the truth or I'll just leave you like
this."
"Aaahhh god! Let me cum first! Can't talk... too hot... please... I
promise... tell yu everything... just got to cummm!!"
I pushed my tongue deep inside her vaginal cavity and felt it contract
in a huge spasm. Licking upward, I heard Helen screaming. Her clit was
pulsing at the top of her slit. When I ran my tongue over it, it gave a
mighty contraction and retreated back into its protective hood. Sucking
hard, I pulled it inside my mouth and lashed it rapidly, up and down each
side of the throbbing, female prick.
When I shoved two fingers into her cunt and worked her G-spot, Helen
erupted. Juices spurted in a heavy stream from her contracting cunt. The
clit danced and pulsed in and out of its hood. Her eyes clamped shut; her
mouth stretched into a huge open hole; her tongue lolled out and wagged in
the air; she squeezed her tits hard and pinched her nipples till I thought
they might bleed. For over two minutes, Helen moaned and grunted as her
fuck hole continued to erupt in one spasm after another.
For several minutes, she continued to gasp, her breasts heaving as she
tried to regain her breath. Finally, she relaxed and sighed deeply as her
orgasm ebbed.
I said, "I want you naked." She signed, lifted her ass and let me pull
the dress down her thighs. "Now the truth. If you tell me the truth...
all of it, I'm going to fuck you until you can't cum any more. If you lie
or leave something out, I'm going turn you over and whip your ass with my
belt and then just leave you lying here. Now tell me!"
"I knew. Of course I knew. We've been friends for years. She knows
about me; I know about her. Occasionally, I will cover for her, and on
other occasions, she covers for me. On a few occasions, when it's safe, we
go out together and both get laid."
"Give me an example of when you did it together."
"Oh, it's happened several times. I can't remember them all. One time
was four summers ago when our kids were at camp and you and Bryant when off
on a 10-day fishing trip to Canada. Arlene and I told you we were going to
Padre Island for a week. Actually, we went to Vegas, stayed at Ceasar's
Palace, and both got laid."
"How many? How many cocks?"
Confessing was turning Helen on again. She pushed two fingers into her
cunt before she continued. "We were there seven days. I met a great guy
the first night, and we were together for two days. The third day, I had a
one-night stand. After that, I let another guy pick me up and we were
together for two more days. On the last two days, I had a different man
each night. So, I guess I got laid by five different men."
"An hour ago you told me that you had cheated on Bryant with a lot of
men. How many is a lot?"
"Truthfully, I'm not certain. I don't keep records, but it's a lot in
the 17 years we've been married. If you insist that I guess, I would say
between 30 to 40."
"And my wife? How many?"
"I really have no idea. She doesn't confide in me anymore than I tell
her whenever I sleep with a new guy. You'll have to ask her that
question."
"So how did you know that she was making porn films? Did she tell you?"
"No, but you showed me the list of firms in the building. I knew it was
probably sexual in some way. So I looked up on the internet what each firm
did. "New World Productions" seemed to be the only reasonable choice. So
I searched their website until I found ads for all their recent movies.
Arlene's pic was there, with her brunette hair of course. Like I told you,
I captured her image from a trailer of the film and then used Photoshop to
find out that it really was your wife. I just ordered the DVD and then
called you."
"One more question. You've known that Arlene was cheating on me for
some time. Why did you finally decide to tell me this time?"
"Two reasons. This was the first time you had ever suspected that she
was cheating. I figured it was just a matter of time before you figured it
all out anyway. And secondly, Bryant has been fucking your wife for some
time now, but you would never fuck me because of what you thought were your
wife's views on sex. I wanted you to find out so you would screw me. I've
wanted you for a long time."
"Thank you," I said as I kissed her and rammed my cock deep inside her
cunt all at the same time. Helen convulsed around my shaft and began to
cum. I pumped her, and she screamed louder. Pushing my hand beneath her
ass, I drove all 8 inches into the bottom of her cunt at the same time as I
pushed two fingers into her hot ass. Helen's body shuddered and continued
to shake with uncontrollable spasms. A series of continuous orgasms ripped
through her. It was more than I could take.
"Here comes the first load, Helen. Ready?"
"Oh yes! I've been ready for years, Ralph. Give it to me!"
I did. In fact, before I left, she had that load and three others, one
in her ass, one in her mouth, and a second one up her hot cunt. As I was
leaving the bedroom, Helen was leaning on one elbow, her legs still wide
open. "Monday afternoon, 3:30 PM. I'll stop by before Bryant comes home.
I want you in heels, garter belt, stockings... nothing else."
"I'll be ready, Honey. More than ready, I promise."
She blew me a kiss as I walked out the door.
====================================
That night, after much crying, apologizing, and sobbing, my wife finally
calmed down enough to talk coherently to me. "You're going to divorce me
aren't you?" she wailed.
"Of course not! Why would I want to lose the most beautiful, and now
the hottest, woman on the planet? But I am pissed that you never trusted
me enough to tell me! I'm really pissed that you didn't let me enjoy the
hot sex as well as you."
"I'm so, so sorry. I was afraid you would leave in total disgust if you
knew what I was."
"What you are is an extremely passionate woman who needs more sex than
any one man can provide. What you are is every man's most erotic wet
dream, a dream he will never have for real, but one that I have every day
for real. I want you to stop crying and start sharing with me. Deal?"
"I know you're going to leave me if I tell you everything. It's so
depraved and dirty."
"Look. I already know that you're making porn movies and letting big
cocked studs fuck you almost every day. I already know that four years ago
you and Helen went to Vegas, not to Padre Island, and you got screwed by a
lot of men during the week while Helen did pretty much the same thing. I
know all this, but I'm not going to leave you. However, I am warning you.
If you lie to me again, I'll whip your ass until it bleeds. To be certain
that you do understand, I'm going to give you a small demonstration. Bend
over the arm of the couch! NOW!!"
I watched as my wife pulled her skirt up around her waist and bent over
the arm of the couch putting her head on the cushion while thrusting her
buttocks high in the air. Arlene looked both incredibly sexy and
vulnerable. Once she was in position, she turned her head toward me, and
with a sorrowful expression on her face, said, "Please punish me, Darling."
Stepping beside my wife's upturned ass, I brought my hand down smartly
over the lush cheeks of her ass... WHACK!
"OOOOhhhhhhhh... oh god. Punish me again, Darling."
My hand again whistled through the air. WHACK!
"OOoohhh god! Harder!"
"Your panites need to be off. You need to be punished on your naked
ass." Taking out my Swiss knife, I quickly slit her panties all the way up
one side and tore them off her hips. The two, dull-red inprints caused by
my hand were visible on her ass.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
 Arlene moaned as six more, much redder spots appeared on her naked ass
flesh. Her hands flew to her buttocks in an attempt to protect herself.
"Put your hands on your tits! Don't take them off."
Reluctantly, my wife's hands moved under her body where they closed
around her large, heaving breasts leaving her ass totally exposed.
"Arch your hips. Keep your hot ass up in the air, and spread your legs.
Wider. So I can see your cunt. You deserve this, and more."
"I know... oh god! I know! Do it to me!"
Immediately her legs opened wide exposing the wet sex trench between her
thighs as her ass lifted high in the air. I brought my hand down much
harder another three times:
WWHHAACCKK!! WWHHAACCKK!! WWHHAACCKK!!
"GGGHHHAAAAAAAAAAA... EEEEIIIIIIIIIIII... OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH GOD!"
After inspecting my wife's now beet-red, burning ass, I said, "Now, you
hot, beautiful, luscious Bitch. I'm ready for you to suck my cock. Do a
good job or there will be another hard spanking. And don't even think
about lying to me again."
My gorgeous wife threw herself on me. First, she devoured my mouth with
hers. Then she devoured my cock until I had filled her mouth and throat
with my first load of the evening. I almost got another erection watching
her licking the cum load from her lips and then scooping up with her
fingers the part that had run down her chin and fallen onto her big tits.
After scooping up the dregs of the load, she sucked her fingers clean.
When she finished, she smiled and asked, "Is there any way I can make
amends for what I've done? I'll do anything." She was still rubbing her
smarting ass.
"You can start by telling me how and why you started making porn films."
"It was sort of an accident in a way. You had gone to work, Megan and
Todd were at camp, and I had gone shopping. Afterwards, I decided to stop
by the Hilton lounge to have a cool drink before heading home, and,
truthfully, maybe more if the opportunity presented itself. Well, it did.
Dave Gamble saw me and came over to my table. I recognized him as quickly
as he had recognized me. That's not particularly surprising since I had
dated him for six months during my sophomore year."
"Do you really want me to go on?" Arlene asked.
For an answer, I put her hand on my crotch. "My god! You're hard
again. Why don't you take me to bed and put this big thing where it will do
the most good?"
"Later. I want you to tell me every thing."
"We spent a short time getting reacquainted, but it wasn't long before I
felt Dave's hand on my leg. Considering the number of times he had screwed
me when we were dating, I was surprised he waited as long as he did. He
was always good in bed, and I wanted it as much as he did. I spread my
legs under the table to give him more room, and that was pretty much all
the encouragement he needed. He had his hand on my cunt almost
immediately."
"He smiled, leaned closed, and whispered, 'Lift your ass.' I knew why he
wanted me to lift my ass and I'm sure you do too. I was just too turned on
to resist. Right there in the Hilton Lounge with people sitting at the bar
and some at other tables, I raised my hips off the chair and felt my
panties being pulled over my ass and down my legs. When Dave had them off,
he put them to his face and smelled my aroma. God! That was so erotic and
dirty. He had my pussy wet and throbbing."
"I thought he would put my panties in his pocket, but instead, he laid
them on the table so the waiter could see. His hand went back under the
table and pushed my skirt higher. Then, he leaned over and whispered
again: 'Spread your legs,' he ordered."
My cock was again iron hard and jerking inside my pants. "Oh fuck!
That's so damn hot," I groaned.
"Would you like for me to bend over right here?" my wife asked. "I
will. Here or anywhere else you want me bent over."
"Not yet. Go on, please."
"Dave slid two fingers into my cunt and began finger fucking me. I
couldn't keep my hips still, and then, when he moved his thumb up to my
clitoris, I just started shuddering. The sensations were so intense there
was no way I could keep my eyes open. I told him he was about to make me
cum. He could see I wasn't kidding, so he stopped and took me up to his
hotel room."
"We were both so hot, we couldn't wait to even get undressed. As soon
as we entered his room, Dave pushed me onto the bed, and while he was
dropping his pants, I yanked my skirt up around my hips and spread my legs
with my knees up and bent. He was on me like a tiger, and I wanted it just
as hard and fast as he did. I came as soon as felt his prick stretching me
open and sliding into my cunt. He called me a hot bitch whore and began
fucking me like a raging bull. I came twice more before he emptied his
first load inside my pussy."
My wife reached over and felt my cock. "Jezzz... you're even harder
and bigger than Dave was that first time. Please don't cum in your pants;
I want this inside me when it explodes."
"I won't. Go on," I moaned in a tortured whisper. "Why couldn't you
have shared all this with me before? As hot as our sex has been before, it
could have been even hotter."
Arlene grinned. "I promise, Lover. No more lies."
"Anyway, after Dave had fucked me once, he stripped me naked and went
down on me. He knew how wild it always makes me for a man to lick me after
he's cum in me. It didn't take more than a few minutes of his tongue and
mouth on my clit to make me cum two more times. Both times, my clit and
vagina just went into hard spastic contractions. I was going wild and so
was he."
"After he made me cum the second time on his tongue, his cock was rock
hard again. I rolled over onto all fours, put my head on the bed, and my
ass up in the air. He just fucked the shit out of me in that position. It
felt like he was using a steel battering ram in my cunt. I lost count of
the number of times he made me cum before I felt him shooting his load into
me."
"After the second fuck, we talked a lot and he told me about his porn
business in Dallas. He also told me I would be a smash hit and asked if I
would consider staring in some of his productions. When I expressed
concern that you would see them, he assured me that I would be a brunette
with a different complexion. Basically, he told me that you would never
recognize me even if by some wild chance you happened to see one of my
videos. It really wasn't hard from him to convince me to drive over and
try it once. Dave told me that if I changed my mind, he would destroy the
video. Two days later I went to Dallas and made the first of the five
videos I've made so far."
"Was that the end of the fuck session that afternoon?" I asked.
"No, It wasn't. Since Dallas was so close, I asked Dave why he had
booked a room at the Hilton. He told me that he had an interview scheduled
with a woman who had applied for a job starring in his porn productions.
He said that for the type of interviews he conducted when selecting women,
a nice hotel room was far better than an office. Obviously, he didn't need
to explain why."
"While he was telling me all this, he suddenly stopped and said, 'I've
got a great idea! Why don't you conduct the interview? You know exactly
what women have to do to turn men on, and she will probably be more relaxed
with another woman present. I'll just watch and add anything that I think
you've missed. How about it? In fact, this could be part of your new job
with our firm.' I was surprised, but also very turned on by the idea."
"So you did it? Interviewed the woman?" I asked.
"I did. I tell you all about it if you promise to fuck me after I
finish. I need your cock in me! I'm about to cum, and I know you are too.
I'll tell you more later."
"Please, go on. What happened? We'll screw when you finish."
"I started to make up the bed, which was a wreck, but Dave told me to
leave it as it created the right atmosphere for the interview. Brenda
arrived on time, and Dave introduced himself and me as his executive
assistant. Naturally, Brenda noticed the bed and the heavy aroma of sex in
the air. She was staring at the bed and then at me when I said, "Dave is a
hot, randy guy, Brenda. He fucked me twice while we were waiting for you.
I lost track of the number of times he got me off. Do you like to be
fucked, Brenda?"
She actually blushed, but finally said, "Well... eh... I guess so. My
husband and I make love regularly."
"Making love with your husband isn't the same as getting fucked by other
men, Brenda. Have you been screwed often by other men since you were
married?" I asked. "Dave was sitting quietly letting me conduct the
interview."
Brenda fidgeted and bit her lower lip before answering. "I've been with
two other men. My husband doesn't know."
"These two men, they fucked you?"
 "Yes."
"One-night stands or did they get into you a lot?"
"We saw each other several times."
"Several? Is that three times? Four times? Five? Be specific,
Brenda. We need to know something about your sexual experience. This isn't
a secretarial job you're applying for."
"Several dozen times, I guess. For both of the men."
"You met them several dozen times each behind your husband's back and
spread your legs for them every time?"
"You should have seen her blush, Ralph. Dave was about to burst into
laughter, but he kept himself under control. Finally, Brenda said, "Yes,
every time."
"They fuck your ass as well as your pussy?"
"Mostly it was my ... eh ... my pussy, but we did anal sex too."
"Did you cum when they fucked your ass? We need for you to cum when
you're being ass fucked in the videos, Brenda."
"I always got off. Sometimes I had to work my clit, but I always got
off."
"Well, that sounds very good, Brenda. You're very attractive and sexy.
If you're also a hot fuck, you should do very well as a porn star. Dave
needs to see your tits, Brenda. Take off your blouse please and show us
how a hot woman shows off her tits to a man."
"At this point, Brenda rather seductively removed her blouse. She had
been smart enough not to wear a bra. When her tits were out, she walked
right over in front of Dave and cupped them for his inspection. As she did
so, she pinched her nipples until they were both erect and hard. I'm
pretty sure, she got him at least partially hard."
"What did you tell her to do next?" I asked as I struggled to refrain
from masturbating at my wife's story.
"You can guess. I had her remove her skirt and then her panties. Other
than the 4-inch heels she had on, she was naked. "Brenda," I said to her,
"we need to assess the quality of your blowjobs and how hot a fuck you are.
Get Dave's cock out and suck him. When he's about to cum, stop, get on the
bed, and ask him to fuck you."
"Five minutes later, Brenda was on her back on the bed with Dave between
her thighs hammering his cock in and out of her very hot and willing
married cunt. After ten minutes of hard sex with the cock hammering her
cervix on every stroke, she had had her first and second orgasms."
"Brenda's pussy was still throbbing when Dave pulled his cock out,
pushed her legs back, and switched his cock to the blonde's asshole. You
would have loved hearing her grunt, Honey, as the big head forced her
sphincter open. She yelled that it hurt too much, but as soon as the head
moved inside and the rest of his cock followed, she stopped yelling and
began groaning. I masturbated while I watched him fucking her. I got off
when he started shooting his load into her ass. Brenda was working her
clit like a wild woman as he unloaded. She was having another orgasm
before he finished."
That was all I could take. If I continued to listen, there was no way I
was going to be able to prevent myself from cumming inside my pants. "Oh
god... I've got to fuck you now, Arlene. Let's go to bed!"
"NO! Fuck me right here on the couch. We'll go to bed afterwards."
My wife pulled her dress over her head and yanked off her panties.
Naked now except for her heels, she spread her legs wide, her fingers
inside her cunt, and moaned, "Hurry, Stud! Fuck your hot whore wife.
Please. I'm so hot for you!"
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That night, I fucked Arlene three times. In the morning, I woke up with
my wife sucking my cock. When I was fully awake, she mounted me and rammed
her hot cunt up and down my shaft until we both had another intense orgasm.

We spent all day fondling and caressing one another. I went down on her
three different times, each time making her cum at least twice before I let
her rest.
After a particularly intense sex session that afternoon when I screwed
my wife in her ass, I asked her to tell me how long after we were married
did she start seeing other men.
"I was hoping you wouldn't ask me that, but I guess I really need to
tell you every thing so there will be no secrets between us."
"Before I met you, I was very promiscuous. In high school, I was the
girl guys dated to get rid of their unwanted virginity. After I had taken
care of that problem for them, they became much more confident studs who
frequently spent numerous evenings with their cocks buried in me. I can't
remember ever failing to have at least one orgasm during sex. Usually it
was much more than that. I loved it."
"When I entered college, where there were a lot more guys than girls, I
quickly became even more slutty and easy, if you can imagine that. Many
times, one guy would do me in the afternoon, and a different man would be
in me that same night. I got invited to more frat parties than any other
girl on the campus."
"How did you ever find enough time to study with all that sex? How did
you pass your courses with such high grades?" I asked.
"It wasn't that difficult. First, a business major is vastly easier
than the engineering program you chose. None of the business students had
to spend a lot of time studying. Of course, there were a few hard courses
that were demanding. Sometimes I could find enough time to get the work
done. When that failed, I just arranged to visit the professor in his
office wearing something hot and revealing. In fact, I sometimes did that
even in easy courses where I wasn't having any problems."
"You fucked your professors for better grades?"
 "No, I didn't fuck them; they fucked me. After getting into me, they
would always offer a higher grade for repeat performances."
"Anyway, this continued unabated until I met you during the second half
of my junior year. When you approached me in the Library that afternoon, I
was amazed. You were so much different than all the other men I had been
with. You were courteous, honest in your approach, and most of all, you
really wanted to go out with me, not just fuck me. I was totally blown
away. When I accepted your dinner invitation, I could tell you were
surprised and really pleased. That excited me even more."
"Dinner that night with you was just wonderful. I knew that you were
very turned on by my face and body, but you did an absolutely masterful job
of being a total gentleman. When we talked, you listened and looked into
my eyes, not at my tits or legs. You wanted to know about me, instead of
just talking about yourself. Halfway through the evening, I realized that
you were the man I wanted for the long term, for my husband. I also knew
that if I behaved with you the way I had behaved with all the other men
whom I had dated, there wasn't a chance in hell that that would ever
happen."
"So, when we danced that evening, you naturally wanted my body close to
yours. As you pulled me closer, I put my hand on your chest to at least
put up some token resistance. Again, you amazed me. You stopped! You
were the first man I had ever dated who would take a 'no' from me as
meaningful. Then, when you brought me back to my apartment, I expected
that you would fuck me, and, as usual, I would love it. Instead, you
accepted a light kiss and even asked me for another date! That night I
resolved that I would going to be a totally different woman with you so it
would never occur to you ask other men if I was easy."
"Well, your strategy certainly worked. It never, ever occurred to me
ask anyone that question," I said.
"The longer we dated, the harder it became for me to continue being the
very conservative woman who wouldn't allow a man to even caress her breasts
through her blouse. The fact that I knew I was torturing you, really made
it difficult. But I wanted you for keeps so badly, I was determined to
continue. I did, however, resolve that once we were married, I was going
to make it up to you beyond your wildest dreams. I was going to be certain
that you had the hottest, wildest wife any man ever dreamed of having."
"You certainly lived up to that promise. You are, without doubt, the
sexiest, hottest, most erotic woman any man ever dreamed of having for a
wife. Which is why your worry about my leaving you is absurd. Wild bears
couldn't drive me away. The only thing that really bothers me is your lack
of trust in me. Why couldn't you tell me about your intense desires for a
more varied sex life? We could have had one together all these years."
"I was afraid to tell you. I had spent a year and a half convincing you
that I was a conservative prude. I made you go through hell during our
courtship. How many times did you leave me in the evening with your cock
rigid with desire and your balls hurting? I felt that if you ever
discovered the truth, you would be so furious about being deceived that you
would leave me. And I couldn't blame you if you did."
"Well, now you know differently. Can we start again? Can you trust me
not to leave you? Can we be partners in a new expanded sex life rather
than having you hide every thing from me?"
 Arlene closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "Yes! Oh yes! I can't even
begin to tell you how much I've wanted to share every thing with you."
"Ok. Let's start right now. Tell me why you have been so unrelentingly
strict with Megan. She needs an understanding woman to confide in."
"It was stupid; just more of my plan to keep deceiving you. Keeping you
believing that your wife is a conservative prude about every thing outside
of our bedroom. I knew that eventually you would step in and take care of
things. Which you certainly did, thankfully."
"Thank you. I think Megan really likes her new clothes and her new
bedroom. And I'm pretty certain that we don't have to worry about her
getting pregnant before she wants to. I wonder how long it will be before
she starts having sex?"
"Didn't you know she's had a new boy friend, Gary, for three weeks now?"
"Sure I know that. He's a junior, about 17 years old, right? Megan
introduced us the first time they went out on a date. Seems like a nice
guy."
"He is. Megan really likes him. He's handsome, nice physique,
soft-spoken but confident. All the qualities you have; all the qualities
women really like."
"Thank you. So how long do you think it will be before she starts
having sex?"
Arlene stared at me. "They been dating for three weeks, Honey, maybe an
average of five times a week or so. That's about 15 dates. Do you
actually think that sexy young man with the good physique and quiet
confidence has allowed your good-looking, sexy daughter to get through 15
dates without being fucked?"

"So she's having sex now?"

"Of course she is, and I can tell you, she's loving it. Women like sex,
Honey, or haven't you noticed?"
"I'm sure you're right, but how do you know for certain?"
"Well, I've got two pretty good pieces of evidence, Honey. The first
time Megan had sex, she bled of course. Although she knew there would be
some blood, it scared her, and she came to me to see if every thing was Ok.
Among other things, she told me that you had advised her to trust me and
not be afraid to discuss things with me. That I was a wonderful woman. I
can't even begin to tell you how happy that makes me. You repaired all the
damage I had done."
"And the second piece of evidence?"
"Well... I saw Gary fucking her."
"How did that happen?!" I exclaimed, somewhat shocked.
"Don't act so shocked, Ralph. It was very, very sexy. I enjoyed seeing
Megan being so beautifully fucked. You would have too, I think. Would you
like to see me being beautifully fucked?"
"Oh god yes! How did you happen to see them?"
"Gary used the outside entrance you provided. You said it was for
safety, but I know damn well that the primary reason was to provide Megan
with a way to see her lovers secretly. Anyway, I heard groans coming from
the basement. At first, I thought Megan was in pain, but as soon as I
opened the door to the basement, I knew that they weren't moans of pain,
they were the moans a woman makes when she's about to cum."
"I knew I should leave and say nothing, but Megan was gasping and
moaning so much, it excited me and I couldn't resist sneaking down the
stairs and watching them. They had been too excited to remember to close
the bedroom door all the way."
"Gary had our daughter on her back in the center of the bed with her
legs hooked over his arms. He was mounted on her and using his arms to
press Megan's legs up and back so that her pussy was wide open for him. He
was doing an absolutely masterful job of fucking her... hard, deep, steady
strokes all the way in... then all the way out. I could tell that he was
riding her high to keep his cock in contact with her G-spot and put maximum
pressure on her clitoris. That young man really knows how to fuck a
woman."
"Did he make her cum?"
"You didn't listen, Honey. I said he was doing a masterful job screwing
our daughter. She was having multiple orgasms, and he had really great
control. She was already close to climax when I first saw them, but he
continued to fuck her for another 10 or 15 minutes. Finally, I heard him
tell Megan that he couldn't hold it any longer... that he had to cum. I
heard Megan say, 'Don't hold it, Lover. You're not supposed to hold it.
You supposed to shoot it into me. Do it! Cum in my cunt!' I think our
daughter is going to be having a lot of sex from now on, Honey."
Arlene felt my crotch, smiled, and said, "You randy stud. You're hard
as iron from hearing about Megan getting royally laid. As good as Gary is,
he could still take lessons from you."
I kissed my wife, pushed her legs apart, and mounted her. When my cock
was buried inside her wet pussy, I asked, "Would you tell me about all the
sex you've had and concealed from me? When did it start? That's not as
good or as erotic as it would have been had you trusted me, but it would do
a lot to make me feel better, to feel like you really trust me."
"All right, but remember, you asked me to tell you. I've been having
sex with other men ever since we were married. Do you remember our wedding
night when we were making out in the elevator and those men got on?"
"I remember it vividly. You blew them away when you pulled up your
dress and let them see your pussy with my hand buried in it. Then you told
them not to hold their breath waiting for me to call for assistance in
satisfying you. I loved it." My cock throbbed inside my wife's cunt at the
memory.
"Mmmmm... you do have a good memory. That's exactly what happened. Do
you also remember that after two days you were totally wasted from near
continuous sex with me, and I told you to sleep in while I shopped, got
some sun, and relaxed?"
 "I do. I remember that I slept like a dead man all day until you shook
me awake around dinner time. You had really worn me out."
"Well, I did go shopping for a couple of hours. Around 10 or 11 AM, I
was in the lounge having a drink, when those two men from the elevator saw
me. Naturally, they came over and asked if they could join me. It never
occurred to me to say 'no'."
"Their names were Allen and Randy. Both were in their mid-twenties and
single. It wasn't long before they asked me what happened to my boy friend
of two nights before. When I told them you were my new husband, they were
both surprised and turned on."
"Why turned on?" I asked.
"Don't you know that most men like fucking married woman far more than
single ones?"
"I know that, but they weren't fucking you."
"No, but they wanted to and certainly intended to try to get me into
bed."
When I nodded my understanding, Arlene continued. "They wanted to know
where you were, and when I told them that you were worn out, they didn't
seem in the least surprised. In fact, they came right out with it and
asked if I would like to try wearing them out. I smiled and said,
'Maybe'."
"After that, the conversation became very sexual and hot. One of them
asked if I had brought my wedding dress with me. When I told them that I
had, he suggested that we go get it and then head to their hotel room. I
knew why they wanted me to get my wedding dress, and the thought had me so
hot I could feel the wetness between my thighs. A few minutes later, they
were leading me to the elevator."
"We stopped on our floor, and the three of us went to our room. I
peeked in and saw that you were still in deep sleep so there was no problem
getting my wedding dress out of my bag, putting it in with my other
shopping purchases, and leaving without ever waking you."
"As soon as we got to the their room, I went in the bathroom, locked the
door, and put on my entire wedding ensemble, veil and all. While I was
dressing, Allen and Randy had stripped to just their jockey briefs... so,
when I came out, I was greeted by two nearly naked men. They were both so
hard their cocks were sticking out the top of their briefs. That sight was
far more erotic than seeing them both naked. I got so turned on, I could
feel my juices sliding down my thighs."
"They sandwiched me between them, and as their hands explored my body
through my wedding dress, I stroked both of their cocks. It wasn't long
before Randy bent me over and pushed my white dress up over my ass. He
dragged my panties down and began rubbing my clit. I came almost
immediately, it was so hot and wild having sex like that in my wedding
dress."
"Allen unzipped the back of my dress, unhooked my bra, and then released
the straps. A moment later he pulled it off and left my tits naked. My
panties were still around my ankle. I stepped out of them and handed them
to the men who took turns putting them against their face and smelling the
aroma of my aroused cunt."
"At this point, I remember Randy saying, 'Let's get the top of her dress
down so we can get at her big tits.' As soon as it was bunched around my
waist, they each sucked my nipples until both of them stood erect and hard.
It's really hard for me to describe how totally hot and helpless they had
me. You just have a total slut for a wife, Honey."
"It didn't take long for them pull my wedding dress down below my ass.
Allen lay back on a table thrusting his cock forward, and Randy ordered me
to get on my knees and suck his dick. He was not quite 7 inches so it was
easy to deep throat him. He held my head and mouth fucked me, shoving it
all the way in and out on every stroke. It didn't take long for me to feel
his prick beginning to jerk and throb. He was very, very close, and I got
ready to take his big load down my throat, but at the last minute, he
pulled out so he could put his load into my cunt or ass."
"Allen guided me down onto my back on the couch while Randy worked my
wedding dress up to my waist. With no panties, my pussy was totally
exposed. My legs just instinctively spread, and my hips arched upward to
present my naked cunt. The next thing I knew, Randy was between them
eating me out. God, he was good! His tongue just made my clit explode.
Before he stopped, I had cum twice."
"Randy moved up to kiss me, and I could taste my cunt juices on his
lips. While we were kissing, I felt Allen's tongue replace Randy's in my
pussy. I was getting close to another orgasm when Randy rolled over onto
his back and I moved down and took his cock into my mouth. All three of us
were sexually connected... Allen's tongue in my cunt and Randy's cock in
my mouth."
"I was just about to cum when Allen moved away from my throbbing pussy
saying, 'I want to fuck that beautiful cunt of yours.' With my mouth filled
with Randy's cock, all I could do was moan my approval. Allen pulled me to
feet saying, 'Bend over the arm of the couch so I can fuck you doggy.' I
did as he ordered as he rolled a condom down his cock. The entire time,
they were calling me a cunt and whore slut; that really got me going."
"As soon as he had me in position, Allen pushed my wedding dress out of
way and began rubbing his cock up and down my wet slit until I was begging
him to fuck me. He told me to put it in, and I was so hot, there was no
way I could have said 'no'. I reached between my legs and guided him into
me. He worked the big head against my opening, and once it was firmly
lodged inside my hole, he drove his entire cock deep inside my cunt and
began fucking me. It was so hot, so wild, Honey! While in my wedding
dress, I was being fucked by a stranger. I came almost immediately."
"I could feel his big cock throbbing and jerking inside my cunt. I
wanted to beg him to fuck me harder, faster, but Randy's cock had again
plugged my mouth and all I could do was grunt as I got fucked. After a
dozen thrusts, Allen began to pound relentlessly into my cunt, his balls
smacking against my ass with every thrust. He pulled my hips higher and
began to pound me so hard I was grunting every time his cock thudded into
the bottom of my hole."
"I felt Randy's prick throbbing inside my mouth, and that, plus Allen's
cock in my pussy, made me explode again. I can't tell you how good it
felt, Honey, when Allen's prick began to shoot. The squishing sounds his
cock made as it pumped in and out of my vagina were incredibly erotic. His
load filled the condom, but he continued to thrust in and out of me for
almost a minute before he stopped."
"As soon as he was finished, Randy pulled him away so he could get at
me. I stayed in position for him, but he wanted me on the arm of the couch
on my back. When he had me the way he wanted, he straddled the arm and put
his cock into me. He got me off once before he filled his condom."
"After that, we rested for 30 minutes or so. Once their cocks were hard
again, the men switched places with Allen using my cunt and Randy my mouth.
I was sucking Randy bare, and very quickly, I was swallowing a big load of
cum. Moments later, Allen was shooting his load into the condom, and I was
having near constant orgasms."
"Was that the end of it, or did they both fuck you again?" I asked.
"They each did me one more time. I had gotten up and taken off my
wedding dress to put my normal clothes back on. Before I could get
dressed, Randy told me to bend over the window sill. I did and he fucked
me again while Allen waited his turn. Since they had both already each cum
twice, it took them quite awhile to finish. I was bent over that window
sill for a half hour before they both managed to shoot off in me. I was
exhausted, but I did manage to cum one more time."
"That was pretty much the end of the sex. I got dressed and returned to
our room. You were still asleep, so I repacked my wedding attire, woke you
up and took a shower to wash off all the evidence."
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Three Weeks Later:
After my wife's confession and revelations, our sex life, which was
already great, became even better. During sex, Arlene would tell me about
some sexual encounter she had had, and I would be magically transformed
into a raging, rutting bull.
During one sex session when Arlene was riding me, I told her that I was
now fucking Helen from time to time. Her response was to groan and hammer
her hips up and down my rigid member until she was having an intense
orgasm. When she recovered, she whispered, "It's about time you fucked that
hot slut. Her randy husband has been giving it to me for several years
now. He doesn't even ask me... just calls me on my cell to tell me to get
ready, shows up, and fucks me. I want you to do her the same way."
One thing was still missing, however. Even though my wife was still
meeting other men from time to time, I had not yet seen her being fucked.
Three weeks later, that too changed. I was working in my office at 9:30 AM
when the phone rang. It was Arlene.
"Hello, Honey. It's your slutty wife."
"I know. Love hearing your voice. What's up?"
"Dave Gamble called and said one of his girls got sick and had to cancel
out of a video shoot. He wants to know if I'll come over and take her
place. I told him I would if you could come and watch. He said if you're
cool with it, so is he. Want to take the rest of the day off and watch
your wife making a porn video and getting fucked half to death by a
huge-cocked stud?"
 --------------------------------
The studio was set was a well-lighted kitchen. My wife was wearing a
brief aqua bikini bottom and a string bra that hardly covered any of her
tits. As before, the makeup artists had put a black rinse on her hair and
given her a dark, sultry complexion. I hardly recognized her. Brad, the
male lead in the video, was a 22-year old stud with a huge 10-and-a-half
inch, thick cock that stayed rock hard throughout the entire video. My
cock was hard even before the action started.
As the cameramen were setting up for the shoot, Dave asked, "Are you Ok
with this? Are you going to able to handle seeing Brad pork your wife with
that monster salami of his?"
"Yeah. I'm ok. I may cum in my pants, but I'll be ok."
"I always get hard watching those guys fuck the married women. I just
take it out and jerk off. You do the same. We'll jack off watching your
wife get fucked. When she's finished, we'll take her into my private
office and both fuck her."
I nodded almost too excited to think. The action started slowly with
Arlene presumably talking to a friend on the phone about how this guy with
a monster cock was fixing things around her house. She tells her friend
that she wants to sample his meat and have him fix parts of her pussy that
her husband can't begin to reach. On camera, she strips naked, puts on a
sexy string bikini, and goes out onto the patio to tease and seduce the
guy.
Ten minutes into the video, she had his cock out sucking him. I was
amazed. He was really huge... not only a big-10-and-half inches long, but
also so damn thick, Arlene could just barely get her hand around his cock.
She took about 7 inches of him into her throat, but that's as much as she
could suck.
Brad got my wife's bikini bottoms off and her big tits out of her bra,
sat her ass on the kitchen counter, and told her to spread her legs. I
thought he was going to start fucking her, but instead he went down on her
pussy. He licked her for maybe fifteen minutes to bring her to two
intense, screaming orgasms. Dave leaned over and explained, "We take more
video than we'll use. This will probably go on for an hour and a half, but
the final video will be about 30 to 40 minutes."
After Arlene's second orgasm, Brad had her bend over the kitchen
counter. When her ass was stuck up in the air, he moved behind her and
pushed his big rod into her cunt. She groaned as five inches sank into
her. Brad pushed in another inch forcing a loud gasp from Arlene's throat.
Four inches of prick was pulled out, to her loud moans of protest. Very
quickly, the four inches were replaced with six. The eight, thick inches
of man meat stretched her cunt into a huge hole. Brad forced in another
two inches causing his balls to bang against her clit.
"OOHHHHHHHHHHH... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" came my wife's tortured moan of
passion.
For the first time in my life, I was watching my wife being fucked by
another man. It was incredible. I couldn't stand it. I frantically
unzipped and got my rigid cock out. I only had to stroke it a couple of
times before my load fired high into the air.
 Brad was fucking my wife so hard her big tits were swinging back and
forth in time to his hard thrusts into her pussy. Her mouth was wide open
as she grunted and moaned continuously.
"God! She's three times as loud as she is when we fuck," I commented to
Dave, who was also rapidly stroking his own cock.
"That's because of that monster cock pumping her. Drives women crazy.
They can't stop cumming. Just look how it stretches her cunt hole. Watch
her big tits bouncing when that monster slugs into her."
The video cameras were connected to large TV screens so we could all see
the various views they were capturing. One camera was directly underneath
the fucking couple. At one point, Brad hoisted one of my wife's legs up
onto the counter top. The camera beneath now had an unobstructed shot of
Brad's huge prick plunging in and out of my wife's wide open, stretched
cunt. It was so damn hot! I was about to cum again.
After 15 minutes or so of fucking in doggy position, Brad pulled my wife
upright and stripped her naked. He than lay down on his back on the floor
and had Arlene mount him facing the cameras. With her legs wide open,
every camera had a clear shot of his huge boner plunging in and out of her
cunt. The director moved one camera right between Brad's legs so it was
aimed upward right at the connection of his cock and my wife's pussy.
Another camera captured the bouncing and flopping her tits as she hammered
her vagina up and down the length of his iron-hard pussy stretcher.
My wife was moaning and gasping every time the huge cock hammered into
her cunt. "Oh! OH! So good! OH so good! AH! AH! AH! AH! HARDER,
HONEY. OH! HARDER! SOOOO GOOD! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!
AAAHHHHHH!!"
Later, the director had Arlene reverse her position and mount her stud
with her tits hanging in his face. Now, the cameras caught the action from
the side and she hammered her cunt on his big prong and from the back to
show it stretching her cunt into a gaping hole and sinking out of sight
into her depths.
The final position had Arlene lying on the kitchen table on her back,
her legs up in the air, Brad standing on the floor between her legs,
fucking his cock in and out of her waiting, wide open cunt. After some
normal fucking, Brad was told to put one of her legs up on shoulder, which
he did. Arlene was then told to put her other leg flat on the table with
her knee bent. The position completely opened up the plane of her cunt and
let the cameras capture every hard, ramming thrust of the huge sex gun into
my wife's wide-open fuck hole.
My wife screamed as the monster dick hammered all the way in and out of
her pussy on every stroke.
"OOOHHHHHH GOD... YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEEEEE! TOO BIG... AAAHHHH...
NOT SO HARD... OOHHHH SHIT! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! OOHH... FUCK!
JJEZZZZZZZ... WHAT A COCK! PUMP IT, STUD! GIVE IT TO ME! MAKE ME CUM!
OOOHHHHHHH!! FUCK... NOW! NOW! I'M CUMMMINGGGGGGG!!!"
When Brad was ready to cum, he fucked Arlene like a jackhammer until he
could feel his load ready to shoot. Pulling out, my wife rapidly got off
the table and knelt in front of his with her mouth wide open. He began to
jack his huge shaft with the head pointed right at her open mouth.
 The first gush fired straight into Arlene's upturned, open mouth. After
the first cum jet was safely inside her mouth, Brad put the head of his
cock right against her lower lip. The second spurt hit her lip, ran down
her chin, and onto her big tits. The third gush shot directly against her
chin and added more cum to her chest. It was now dripping off her chin
like water coming out of a faucet. Another cum burst fired over her open
mouth and hit her top lip coating her nose and lip with semen. This was
quickly followed by still another big spurt that went straight into her
wide open mouth hole. Several more, smaller jets, coated her tits and
cheeks. When his sex gun was finally empty of ammunition, my wife's face,
tits, chest were drenched with his cum load, and huge globs pooled in her
mouth. She smiled, closed her mouth, and swallowed all of it.
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On the drive home, my wife still had dried cum on her face and under her
blouse, I knew there was even more on her tits and chest. Although Brad's
load had gone into her mouth and on her face and tits, Dave and I had each
pumped one load into Arlene's cunt and another into her ass. She was
sitting on a towel to keep from soiling the seats of the car.
Halfway home, Arlene said, "I have to ask you a serious question, Ralph.
Ok?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"I know you really got off seeing me being fucked and also when you and
Dave both screwed me later in his office. I'm truly sorry that I concealed
and hid every thing from you for so many years. But now you've seen it and
know how slutty I am. What I want to know is would you prefer that I be a
faithful wife who is fiery hot in our bedroom but not outside, or do you
really want your wife to be a total slut like you saw today?"
When I didn't reply immediately, she added, "I truly promise that if you
want me to be a red hot wife in our bed and for you alone, I will be
exactly that for the rest of our lives. But if you want me to continue
being the type of hot slut you saw today while you participate one way or
another, I'll do that too. But I need to know which you prefer."
Thirty minutes of silence followed. When we were close to home, Arlene
said, "Well? Which one do you want?"
"I'm thinking," I said. "I'm thinking!"
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