I had been suggesting to my wife for about the past six years that she should find a male friend to keep her company while I was away. I kept insisting that since I was her first fuck, she should find out if she was truly satisfied with my cock alone. At the time I was unaware that she was well on her way at being a connoisseur of strange cock.
I had not always been faithful to her and ended up fucking several other women while I was away and sometimes even when I wasn't away. I was feeling a bit guilty.
One evening late I had gone to bed and was just drifting off to sleep when the telephone rang. It was my wife. She said rather haltingly, "Well I guess that I am now an adulterous woman." My heart nearly leaped into my throat and I caught my breath. I had been coaxing her for years to do just that, to assuage my guilt, and now she was telling me that she had done it. A multitude of things raced through my mind. The guilt that I had felt was now replaced with apprehension. I never thought that she would. Not even in my wildest dreams. But now she was telling me that she had and very recently.
I pressed her for details, not wanting to seem over anxious. "Do I ah, know the ah, gentleman?" I asked.
"No." she replied. "I met him at a dance. Your cousin Cheryl and I went to the Old Red Barn to dance and have a few drinks. I met Bob and we danced and had a good time together. We did some petting while on the dance floor. He would rub his cock against my leg and he felt of my breasts through my shirt. Of course you know that I never wear a bra. While sitting at the table I allowed him to reach inside my pants and feel my pussy." The scene that she was describing produced my next question. "What did you do? Take him out to the parking lot and fuck him in the car?" She laughed and said, "No! He invited me to his place for a nightcap. I don't know why I went, but one thing lead to another and we ended up in bed together."
I asked, "Did he fuck you then?" "Yes he fucked me, and I kept thinking about how it felt like you fucking me, not a stranger." I didn't believe her analogy of that one, although my wife was for the most part a very honest woman and rarely told untruths. Even so I knew her to be very capable of little white lies if the need arose.
My question was, "Did you suck his cock for him?" I knew how she enjoyed sucking my cock. My wife was the type that could suck my cock and have an orgasm without anything touching her pussy.
She admitted that she had sucked his cock and his balls. She had never sucked my balls for me before. I had instant pangs of jealousy. I discovered that she had in the course of the evening fucked him three times. I asked, "So what time did you return home?" "It was about six in the morning. I had to be home in time to get the children up for school and get ready for work."
"Your telling me that you spent the night with the guy?" Her answer was a swooning, "Yessssss!" She had made plans to come out and see me in the East. She explained that she would be leaving on the plane and gave me the date of her arrival. I could hardly wait to see her.
As she approached me in the airport, two very studly businessmen in suits escorted her down the concourse. The men had her engaged in conversation and I could see that they were attempting to talk her into going along with them for the rest of the day. I found out later, that she had sat in the middle seat between the two men for the entire flight, and they had become very friendly toward one another.
When she spotted me, she smiled at the two men with her and told them goodbye. She walked over to where I was standing and gave me a kiss. Somehow she looked a lot different to me.
"Would you like to stop in the bar for a drink before we go to my place?" "Yes." She said.
Somehow I needed the drink to calm my ever-increasing anticipation. I couldn't help but notice as we drank our drinks that she was different. She seemed surer of herself and of her desirability. Or perhaps I had not seen her this way before?
On the way to my place, I reached over and lifted up her skirt above her knee and she told me, "I wouldn't lift it any higher unless you want to give the truckers a big thrill."
"Your not wearing panties?" She smiled back at me, "No." My concentration was yanked away by traffic and I didn't pursue the reasoning behind the lack of undergarments. When we were once again able to converse, I learned that she had removed them in the airplane bathroom so that the men on either side of her had access to her pussy. I was astounded at her apparent bravery or sluttish behavior.
In the course of our conversations I informed her that my roommate had been in port the other day and I had told him all about her. I had shown him a picture of her.
Mike had liked what he saw. The picture was a G rated version but when I told him that he might have an opportunity to *Get Lucky* with her, he was very excited about that possibility. We had talked about her and that possibility in great length for the remainder of the evening.
I explained to her that Mike had gone back out to sea but it was only for a couple of days. He should be returning the next evening.
I wholeheartedly admit, I was testing her. I needed to know if she really had fucked Bob, or if it was an attempt to appease my efforts of trying to talk her into such an act, or an overly vivid imagination on her part.
No more detail than she had given me over the phone, I couldn't be sure. That evening, we experienced the best sex we had ever had in our relationship. She did things to me, which to her had been taboo before. In the middle of our love making, she asked me to do her anally.
We had fucked vaginally about three times and I had cum all three. I wasn't sure if I could even accommodate her. I also didn't want to do anyones ass and that included hers. I told her that she was just going to have to get someone else to do the back door for her. "I just don't like to smell shit, or have it on my cock." She was somewhat disappointed, but she seemed to understand my reluctance. In retrospect, I can recall that I had never fucked anyone anally, not even her. Here she was asking me to do her! My so-called virgin bride, where had she learned all of this stuff?
As I had predicted, my friend Mike returned the next day. That evening we three had dinner together. After dinner we sat around sharing a bottle of wine and conversation. Although the subject of sex was bantered around, nothing definitive seemed to be starting between the two of them. There seemed to be a natural attraction between the two, but nothing serious that I could identify. After some teasing and friendly banter, Mike said that he was tired and retired to his room.
Shari and I went to my room and began to make love. I noted that it didn't take a whole lot of foreplay to get her really wet and ready. In only a few moments I was able to mount her.
I crawled between her legs and pushed my cock all of the way to my balls in her very wet and steamy pussy. I let it linger there. We called this "Letting it Soak." I left it in place and I could feel her pulse through my penis. I then began talking with her.
"How would you like to go down the hall?" I asked her.
"And fuck Mike?" She asked!
I had the perfect instrument inserted for a lie detector test. My cock was firmly implanted inside her hot pussy. Experience had taught me that if she were the slightest bit excited, her pussy would contract and I would feel it in my cock.
Her vaginal walls suddenly contracted catching me by surprise. She squeezed so hard that I thought she was going to squeeze my cock off, Wow, what a reaction. But she lay there seemingly very calm and said, "I think he has already gone to sleep." I was aware that after meeting her and having been told by me that he might have an opportunity, it was highly unlikely that Mike was asleep. In fact, he was most likely lying in his bed, looking at a Penthouse magazine, and rubbing his cock while fantasizing about Shari. I knew that Mike would not make the first move. If one were to be made, Shari would have to make it. Mike and I had been friends for a long time; I knew and respected his values.
I could feel her juices running down the under side of my balls. When she was super excited, her juices would flow like water being poured from a pitcher.
I slowly withdrew my cock from her pussy and stood up on the door side of the bed. My door was ajar. From there I could see Mike's. There was a light on in the room as I could see it under the door.
I told her, "I see that Mike is still awake, there is a light on." She said nothing; she simply got up from the bed without a moment's hesitation. I was somewhat surprised to see that she didn't reach for her robe, which hung on the hook by the door.
She walked naked down the hall to Mike's room. I saw and heard her knock on the door. I heard Mike say, "Come in!" She opened the door wide. She stood in the full glare of the light from within and said, "Would you like some company Sailor?" Mike looked up from the book he was reading. He could see the sparkle in her eyes, pert little tits with the nipples standing very erect, and her blood engorged pussy all red with the lips all pouty in anticipation.
He just patted the sheet beside him. She entered and closed the door behind her.
It wasn't long before I heard the undeniable sounds of fucking coming from the other side of the door. Damn her ass, I was no longer in wonder if she had fucked Bob. I knew now that she had. She was inside my friend's room getting her pussy filled with his cock and most likely his cum as well. It occurred to me that we had never discussed this part of the equation.