Secret Slut Wife
By Joatster


      The capacity for self delusion and denial in the human mind is
surprising.  It took what most would say was pretty damning evidence
before I even became suspicious that my wife was up to something.
Even then, I couldn't bring myself to really think that something
illicit was going on.  Surely there was a reasonable explanation for
everything. 

Then, when I had my suspicions confirmed, I heard ringing in my
ears, my extremities went numb, and my stomach was wrenched and
doused in ice water.  I couldn't get a breath.  The feelings of
shock and betrayal were coupled with a sexual awakening and
excitement within myself, and I was as shocked and confused by that
excitement as I was by her activity.  My brain was forced to do the
equivalent of a reboot.  My world had undergone a tremendous change
in the course of a few moments.  

Here is my story.

      My wife and I both work.  I do the computer nerd routine,
playing sysadmin for a bunch of machines and company network.  She
teaches English at the local high school.  For the last two years,
she has also been going to night school to work on her masters
degree.  There isn't much money in teaching and she hopes that an
advanced degree will help her get more money or a better position.  

      We met in college.  We were both pretty focused on our
schoolwork then and didn't really party too much in school.  We
dated each other exclusively for the last two years of school and
were married six months after graduation.  About a year later, we
found out that Kim couldn't bear children.  It was disappointing,
but we adjusted our plans and expectations and moved on.

      Kim is tiny little thing.  Just five feet tall and a hundred
pounds.  She wears her wavy jet black hair just past shoulder
length.  Her emerald green eyes are large and innocent looking, even
when she has her mouth full of my dick.  She has dimples that reveal
the imp in her when she is thinking naughty thoughts.

We were each others first and only lover.  We had a lot of fun and
great sex both in college and after we were married.  Eventually
things settled into a comfortable routine.  After seven years of
married life, sex was something that we worked in a couple of times
a week.  Nothing wild or kinky, just close and comfortable.  We
usually spend a little time cuddling, then we do some oral sex to
fire the engines up, followed by pretty standard sex in the bed.
She almost always cums when we have sex, and always seems satisfied
and pleased that I show my desire and love for her.

Kim had classes on Monday through Thursday evenings.  She also
stayed late at the gym on Tuesday and Thursday nights, not getting
home until after eleven.  She might be small, but she works out like
a fiend.  Between the weightlifting and the stairmaster, Kim has a
hard little body.

That schedule had settled into a pretty steady routine.  Kim would
come home after school and toss a meal together for us, change into
jeans, and get her books and homework ready for class.  I'd get home
around five and we would eat and catch up on each other's day.  Once
she left, I would take care of household chores and maybe go for a
run before zoning on the tube or the net.  Kim would come in and hit
the shower & we would crash.  Weekend evenings we would eat out or
catch a movie.  We weren't big on going out to clubs.  It was a
comfortable routine.

After months of this routine, things started changing just a little.
Kim started going straight from teaching to the college to work with
her study group, leaving me to scrounge dinner for myself.  I also
noticed that she started coming home showered.  She said it saved
time to shower at the gym rather than coming home.   I accepted
these things at face value and gave them no thought.

I started picking up on little changes also.  I just never
attributed them to the right cause.  We stopped having any sex on
her school nights.  I just figured she was tired.  We still had
plenty of fun over the weekends.  I also noticed that she had a fair
amount of sexy new underclothes in the wash.  I just thought it was
nice that she had sexy stuff like that and never really followed it
up with her.  

She also started getting real touchy about letting me play with her
laptop.  We had a nice home machine, but she needed a good laptop
for her schoolwork.  I found her a great deal on one from a guy at
work who always had to have the very latest thing out on the market.
He would go nuts if he was six months behind the tehno-curve.  There
were some nice games on the machine, and it was fun to be able to
sit in the bed and play them or surf the net. 

About the time she started with her study group, she told me she
didn't want me playing on her laptop.  She claimed that she had all
her notes in there and didn't want me to mess anything up.  It
didn't matter how hard I tried to convince her that I wouldn't hurt
her files, she wouldn't let me touch her machine.  She even got so
that she would close it up if I happened to walk up behind her.  I
wrote it off to the mysteries of the female half of the species and
let the matter drop.

One day, about two months after her study group began, she called me
at work to tell me she had a flat tire.  Her car was in the school
parking lot, but it had a flat & she wouldn't be able to get to the
college if it wasn't fixed, and she couldn't fix it in her dress and
heels.  

      Since we had planned on buying new tires for that car soon
anyway, I told her that I would come by her school, throw on the
spare, and go get the new tires in time for her to have her own car
at class in the evening.  My boss didn't mind me splitting out early
once in a while, as long as I made sure to have my cell phone and
beeper with me.

      Lucky for me, I got to the high school during classes.  That
meant that there were only a couple of dozen kids wandering around
campus instead of the hundreds that oozed out of the buildings for
lunchtime.  It took about twenty minutes slap the spare on the car
and head to the nearby NTW for new rubber.  

The place was, of course, packed.  The guy at the counter told me it
would be an hour and a half before they would get the job done.  I
went back to the car to see if I could find anything to read.   

There was nothing but textbooks in her bag in the back seat, but her
laptop was sitting in her.  I happily fired it up and started
playing games.  I got bored after forty minutes of goofing around
and started looking around her hard drive.  She did have a bunch of
school notes in one directory - lots of dippy education gobbledegook
that passes for higher education in that lightweight field.  

She had another directory with a bunch of zip files and a lot of big
.doc files.  The names looked like dates.  I tried to open the files
and found them all password protected.  Normally, that would slow me
down for about ten seconds.  But I did not have any of my slick
little tools with me here in the NTW parking lot.  Feeling sneaky, I
copied a handful of the files to a diskette and dropped it in my
pocket.  

I decided to use the rest of the waiting time cleaning the car up a
little.  I put her 'puter back in the bag and cleaned the trash up
out of the floors and from under the seats.  I popped the trunk and
started going through the stuff back there with an eye to cleaning
and organizing it.

Next surprise!  There was a bag with a bunch of clothes stuck in the
trunk.  There were nightgowns, lingerie, and a couple of racy
dresses that I had never seen before.  All of the clothes looked
like they had been worn.  A couple of the pair of panties were
pretty crusty.  In the bottom of the bag was a small camcorder.
There were no tapes or anything, just one of those recorders with
the little LCD screens instead of an eyepiece.

This was enough to finally furrow my brow and make me start
wondering what was going on.  I wondered if this belonged to a
friend of Kim's, or if Kim had bought this stuff and had been afraid
to show it to me.  I couldn't figure it out. While I was standing
there with a lacy half cup bra in my hand, the mechanic came to get
the car.  I put everything back in the trunk like I found it and let
him take it away.

I took the car back to the school for Kim.  That night I started
thinking about all of the little changes and clues that I hadn't
really paid attention to.  From the big things I mentioned earlier,
to a couple of little bruises on her neck, to some of the new things
she was trying in bed once in a while.  I started thinking that
maybe my wife was fucking someone else.  

I had just about convinced myself that she was cheating on me when
she got home.  She was dressed in her jeans and a nice white blouse,
looking chipper and happy.  When she came in, she gave me a big kiss
and thanked me for saving her with the car.  She seemed so happy and
bubbly, just like the girl I fell in love with.  I quickly wrote off
my suspicions as total paranoia and felt guilty for even thinking of
such a thing.  The clothes in the trunk probably belonged to one of
her girlfriends or something.  

The next day, as I dressed for work I saw the diskette I used when I
made the copies of those funny encrypted files on Kim's computer.  I
almost dropped it in the trash, then decided to take a peek anyway.
I knew she wouldn't be fooling around on me, but I thought there
might be something kind of interesting in the files anyway.  

When I go to work I dropped the disk in my desk drawer and started
untangling problems with our system.  By the time they were fixed,
the disk was forgotten.  I had enough guilty feelings for suspecting
something of my wife that I really didn't want to pursue the matter
of her encrypted files.  

Things moved on.  The Christmas break came and went.  A new semester
started for Kim.  She told me that her classes were really tough
ones this semester and that she would have to spend a lot of time in
the library doing research on the weekends.  I told her that I hated
that we would be losing the time together, but that I understood her
education was important enough to her for us both to sacrifice some. 

About a month into the new schedule, I was noticing that Kim seemed
aloof and a bit withdrawn.  She was not terribly interested in our
dwindling sex life.  Her work and her studies seemed to have
consumed her.  I decided to surprise her at the library on Saturday
and try to lighten things back up for us.  I bought a little heart
necklace and planned to take her to a nice little restaurant for
lunch.  

The library is three floors and an uncounted number of little study
carrels, nooks, and crannies for people to get lost in.  I searched
the library for over an hour and never found Kim.  I couldn't find
her car in the parking lot either.  By the time I gave up looking
for her, I was having to really be active to ignore all of the
pointers that screamed "affair".  

When she got home that afternoon, I told her I had a gift for her.
Her response was to tell me to wait until she took a shower.  She
said she had been studying hard all day and that she felt sticky
from when she was sitting in the sunshine by a window while she did
her research.  

I waited until the shower was running, then went to our bedroom.
She had tossed her jeans and sweater on the bed, but there were no
underclothes to be seen.  The crotch of her jeans was soggy and
smelled like very wet pussy.  That was the point at which I decided
to find out just exactly was going on.  I knew that my innocent wife
wasn't cheating on me, but all of the signs told me something was
up.  I wanted to find the rational explanation to all of it so that
I could lay my suspicions to rest.

Monday morning I put the diskette with the files I copied from her
computer into my machine.  I have a handful of great password
crackers that I pulled off the net;  WFWCD will snap a MS-Work
protected file open in no time,  FCZ and ZipCrack will bust open
those zipped files overnight.  (Hint - get PGP and use a 128 bit key
if you want to lock a file from viewing.  The internal encryption
protection that comes with most commercial software is about as
effective as a screen door on a submarine.)  

What I found was about 200 e-mails from guys all over the place who
were responding to an ad.  It showed up in a lot of the responses:

- MWF Swinging Alone - Hi.  I'm looking for discreet partners to
satisfy my newfound desires.  I'm 26, petite, in shape, d/d free.  I
love to get nasty with men, couples, and women.  I just started
playing and can't get enough.  I'll consider doing just about
anything sexual at least once.  Write me, turn me on, and maybe
we'll play!

 Many of the e-mails were pretty crude, some had pictures, others
sounded pretty pathetic.  There were tons of them.  

I felt shaky.  My pulse raced.  Then, I zoomed in on the age.  That
was three years younger than Kim.  Maybe it was something she
downloaded and kept copies of.  Even if it was just her looking at
the sexy stuff on the net, that would be quite a change from the Kim
I thought I knew.  My Kim loved sex and was open to things, but
didn't get worked up over reading stuff or net surfing.  However, I
was a lot more willing to believe that Kim had tripped across this
stuff and found it interesting than believing she was actually the
one who posted the ad.

I decided to do a little investigating.  I started trying to figure
out how to get my hands on her laptop for a day.  Monday night,
while Kim slept, I put a little clear nail polish on the connections
for her laptop's removable hard drive.  I let the polish dry and
then slipped it gently back into the slot.

Tuesday night she came home early.  She was so upset about her
broken laptop that I thought for a second that she had caught me
out.  She calmed enough to explain that she couldn't even boot her
machine and that all of her school work was on there.  I put on my
sysadmin hat and said that in the worst case we could rebuild all of
her applications easily enough, and that we could restore her school
work from her backups.  

As I said that, I could tell from the look in her eyes that she,
like most everyone else in the world, didn't keep any back up at
all.  I told her to leave the machine with me and that I would see
if I could do anything before she had to go to class the next day.
I suggested that she blow off her study group and come home after
work to see if I got the thing running.  I got a strange look from
her when I said that, then she grasped at the possibility that I
might save all of her schoolwork.  

The next morning at work, after dealing with my normal morning
chores, I pulled out her laptop and a bottle of nail polish remover.
It took about thirty seconds to get the machine running again.  I
spent the next half hour or so going through all of the history
files and other footprints that are left on a PC that tell you all
about what the machine has been doing lately.  I found that most of
her use of the laptop was her school stuff.  Research notes, visits
to the school library web and FTP sites, and boring papers.  

There was, however, a pretty significant chunk of use that was
completely unrelated to school work.  There were lots of visits to
various adult porn and swingers sites, she had opened a number of
image files that had names that sounded like porn pictures.  Her
newsreader files showed that she downloaded from a bunch of alt.sex
newsgroups. 

I looked through her MS-Outlook journal and found that much of her
sex related activity happened between the end of her work day and
the beginning of her classes in the evening - when she was with her
study group.  The contacts file had lots of phone numbers associated
with men's, women, and couples first names.  There were hardly any
last names at all.  

Finally, I looked at her calendar.  That is when that cold tingly
feeling started in my belly.  She had clearly marked classes on
Monday and Wednesday nights, but on Tuesday and Thursday nights she
had names and times written in.  The location spot usually read
"Ben. Mall", although a few times there were addresses.

I closed everything up and started thinking about my next step.
After work I her laptop to back, telling her that I pulled the HD
and straightened out a bent pin.  I said that it booted right up,
but that I hadn't done any checks to make sure her files were ok.
She was visibly relieved at both the fact that it worked and that I
hadn't been on her machine.  She took off for her study group and
classes.  

As she pulled out of the driveway, I went into our files and pulled
out the receipts from when she paid her tuition.  Sure enough, all
of her classes were on Monday and Wednesday nights.  Her Tuesday and
Thursday evenings were free.  As much as I wanted to, it was hard to
deny that something was going on.

I started looking through her dresser, finding lots of lingerie, but
no more damning evidence.  I went through her nightstand with an
equal lack of results.  Finally, in her side of the closet, I found
a shoe box containing three unlabeled video tapes.  The box was
stacked with a few others in the back of the closet.  It was the
only one with any contents.   

As I stood there in the closet, I knew down inside that looking at
these tapes would change my life.  On the surface, I dithered,
wondering if I had the right to infringe on my wife's privacy by
viewing the tapes.  I made up some pretty darn good excuses to
support just putting the box back and slipping into denial.  I
couldn't do it, though.  I had to look.

I locked up the house so that if Kim came in I would have time to at
least shut off the tube and VCR.  I was shaky and dry mouthed as I
pointed the remote at the VCR and hit play.  What I saw in the next
20 seconds  gave me the feeling of a skydiving freefall, without
ever leaving the ground.  It was like leaning over the guardrail on
a high bridge.  My arms and legs were numb.  I was forced to finally
accept what I had, up to then, so successfully denied.  My wife was
having sex with other people.

The scene on the television showed Kim, nude, straddling some guy's
waist on a couch.  She was fucking him with a slow rolling motion of
her hips.  She looked towards the camera and said, "Stop fucking
with that and come here."

The camera rocked and steadied, then I saw the nude backside of
another man walk towards my wife and the man she was fucking.  He
walked up to her and turned to the side, allowing the camera to
catch the action as she grabbed his dick and lowered her head to it.
She didn't slow down until his balls were on her chin and her nose
was buried in his pubic hair.  

I stopped the tape and just sat there in shock.  Aliens at the front
door would have been easier to take than this.  As the initial rush
from cognitive dissonance (I am seeing something I know can't be.)
eased and some higher thought process began starting back up, I
tried to examine my feelings.  

Beyond the surprise, I was hurt.  How could she do this to me?  How
could she be so deceptive and betray me while she acted so normal a
close when we were together.  Sex was something we had learned and
explored together, something special between us.  I also questioned
myself.  What had I done wrong?  Was I not good enough to satisfy
her?  Was I somehow inadequate as a lover?  

I turned the tape back on.  Maybe I could find out what was missing
between Kim and I.  Maybe I could find an answer from the tape.  

She continued to suck and fuck the two men in the same position for
ten or fifteen minutes, slowly building up speed the whole time.
Finally, she was slamming herself into the man under her and
plunging the other guy's dick into her open mouth.  She came first.
Moaning and rolling her eyes as she stopped moving her body. You
could see her tremble and flex as the orgasm rolled through her
body.  

Then she took her hands and stroked the balls attached to the cock
in her mouth.  The guy moaned and started clenching his butt as he
approached orgasm.  He grabbed her head and forced himself deep into
her mouth and came.  

It was at this point that I got my second shock of the night.  I was
turned on beyond belief at the debauchery of my wife with these two
men.  I was on the verge of cumming in my pants without having
touched myself.  I stopped and reran the tape.  Then I put it back
into its box and tucked the box back where I found it.  I couldn't
believe that I was still as hard as a rock.  I couldn't understand
why I was so excited at something that hurt so deeply.  

I grabbed a beer, downed it in gulps, then I sat at the table with a
second beer and tried, with little success, to sort out the
confusion in my head.  By the time Kim got home that night I had at
least regained enough presence of mind to act normally, even if what
I was thinking and feeling was so abnormal.  

She came in dressed in her normal jeans and shirt.  She had
obviously had a recent shower.  I wondered if she had taken it at
the gym or some guys place.  I looked at her innocent bright eyes
and dimpled smile and saw the face buried in a strangers crotch..
It was a good thing I was still sitting at the table.  My hardon all
but ripped through my jeans.

We chatted about normal stuff.  She told me the 'puter worked great
and gave me a kiss to thank me for "fixing" it.  She smelled nice.
She seemed normal, like the girl I fell in love with and had been
married with for the last 7 years.  But my feelings of anger,
betrayal, and sexual arousal chased that image around in my head
until I though I would scream.  I told her I had a splitting
headache and went to bed.  

I called in sick the next day.  Since Kim usually leave for work
before I even get out of bed, she had no idea that I stayed home to
watch TV all day.  And watching TV wasn't all.  The more I watched
the more my sexual arousal outpaced the other feelings.  As I
watched those three incredible tapes, I beat off six or seven times.
I stayed at least half hard all day long.  My cock was sore.  By the
end I wasn't producing any semen when I came.

I had watched Kim fuck five different men in various combinations,
as well as two different women.  I was riveted when I watched as a
guy named Dan filmed, narrated, and directed as Kim and Dan's wife
made love.  It was, according to Dan, Kim's first time with a woman.
He zoomed in and filled the screen as Kim put her tongue to this
woman's cunt.  I came right there.  There was another scene where
Kim and a different women kissed passionately as Kim rod a man's
face and her partner rode his cock.  

Another scene that permanently burned itself into my memory was the
sight of my little tiny wife sandwiched between two men, one fucking
her ass and the other fucking her cunt.  It took a while for them to
build up a rhythm, the guy in her ass slipped out once.  I came when
Kim groaned and begged him to hurry and put it back.  

I saw her in all manner of sexual activity.  In one scene, she was
blindfolded and tied to an X frame while a man lightly slapped her
cunt with the flat tip of a riding crop.  What was really amazing
about that was watching her wet juices sticking to the crop when he
rubbed and stroked her cunt with the end of it.  I saw film of her
applying clothes pins to the nipples of one of the women she had
made love to on another tape.  There were even some scenes shot of
her in the passenger seat of a car flashing other cars.  The camera
man was in the back seat filming as she played with her little
titties and showed them to astonished onlookers in other cars.

Most of the scenes were incomplete, like edits cut from longer
tapings.  They never showed the entire event from start to finish.
Some of them appeared to be taken from a camera that was hidden that
no one knew was there.  Others were taken by a third party or were
fixed on a tripod near the bed, or couch, or floor, or table.  By
the dates on the films, this had been going on for over a year, but
most of the scenes were from the last three or four months.

I watched my wife fuck and suck with total abandon.  No pretense at
love or any sort of emotional attachment.  It was simply no holds
barred physical sex.  By the afternoon I was numb, except for my raw
cock.  I replaced the tapes and tried to figure out what to do next.  

I took out the printout I had made of Kim's calendar.  Today was a
Thursday, no classes.  Her schedule said "Dan & Joyce  5:00 Ben.
Mall."  Since there was only one mall around our part of the town, I
headed over there.  Once I got in the mall I stood in front of the
directory for 15 minutes looking through every listing.  There was
no store named "Ben" anywhere in the place.  It was 4:30, too late
to try to get to the high school and discreetly follow her anywhere. 

As I worked my way through the parking lot in defeat, I saw a
Benigan's in the parking lot of the mall.  Aha!  Broke the code
there!  I bet she met people there.  I backed the car into an out of
the way parking place that let me watch the front door.  

Sure enough, about ten 'til five, Kim went in.  I was surprised at
her clothes.  She had a little short black skirt on that had a slit
up the front of her right leg.  The skirt was a mini skirt to start
with.  The slit ran almost to the bend of her waist.  She had on big
sunglasses and had her hair teased up.  She looked very sexy...and
very available.  The guy that held the door for her just about
tripped over his tongue.  

She was alone when she went in.  She came out thirty minutes later
with three others.  Dan and Joyce were obviously the couple from the
tapes.  Kim and Joyce were walking arm-in-arm and giggling about
something.  Dan and another man were walking behind watching the
women in front of them.  They all piled into a Cadillac and headed
down the road.  

I went home and waited.  Thinking about what Kim was doing while I
sat and waited was making my poor abused dick hard again.  The
feelings of betrayal and hurt were making way for lust.  I felt
guilty about being so turned on by my wife's infidelity.  I couldn't
believe that something so hurtful could also be so exciting.  I went
a little crazy.

Kim got in at the regular time, showered and in jeans.  She looked
like she always did when she just got back from the gym.  We didn't
talk much.  It was pretty late and we just headed for bed.  When she
gave me a kiss goodnight, I couldn't help wondering where her mouth
had been earlier.  How many loads of cum had she had there.  How
much pussy juice had passed those lips?  

I lay there for hours, listening to my slut wife sleep a sated
sleep, debating with my self.  I didn't want to lose Kim.  I loved
her.  I considered confronting her with what I knew and presenting
her with an ultimatum to stop.  But I feared that she would decide
that whatever she was getting outside of our marriage was better
than what she was getting at home.  I thought about trying to guilt
her into telling me that she had done something and use that as an
opening to convince her to stop.  That didn't seem very likely,
though.

I decided I needed to know more about what was going on.  I would
let things ride as they were while I did a little more
investigating.  Maybe I could figure this out.  It would also give
me time to reconcile the conflicting feelings running around in my
head.

The next afternoon, I went back to searching through the closet.
When I had found the tapes the other day, I stopped looking for
anything else.  The rest of the shoe boxes were empty, but I did
find a small box with some pictures and receipts stuck in the
corner.  The pictures were all Polaroids that were similar in nature
to the videos.  There was one wrenching difference, though.  Kim's
partner was a very muscular black man.  

He was tall and solidly built.  His head was shaved smooth.  His
stomach rippled with a six-pack of abdominal muscle.  He looked like
he had no body fat at all.  He also had an extra thick, uncut, cock.
It looked about seven or eight inches long, but was as big around as
a coke can.

It was obviously a start-to-finish series of pictures.  I have no
idea who manned the camera.  The series started with Kim and her
lover facing each other holding hands.  Kim was wearing a skin tight
black dress that barely covered her ass.  On the one breast that I
could see in the picture, her nipple was standing up like she had a
pencil eraser in there.  Her breasts are small, barely an a cup,
with aureolae about the size of a quarter.  Her nipples are
prominent when she is excited, and she was obviously excited in this
picture.

Of all of the pictures, the next in the series had the strongest
impact on me.  Kim had both arms wrapped around her lovers neck.  He
held her ass cheeks (the dress pulled up enough to show her
pantiless ass) in his hands.  Her body was pressed against him, and
they were kissing.  It was obvious that tongue and saliva were being
exchanged.  Kim's eyes were open and looking right at her lover.
The look of total abandon I saw in her eyes was wrenching and
exciting.

The next picture showed Kim, now nude, on her knees holding his
ebony dick with her tiny hands.  Her lips were pursed and she was
kissing the tip of his thick pole.  His clothes were on, and his
pants were unzipped.  The next three shots showed Kim undressing her
black lover and continuing to suck his dick.  There were a few shots
of him bending Kim over and pressing his fingers up her cunt and
ass.  Her head was tipped back in obvious pleasure.  The contrast
between his large black hands with two fingers hidden in her little
pink cunt surrounded by white skin was incredible.  

There were eight or ten shots of them fucking in various positions.
The first one showed him on his back with Kim straddling him, one
leg up, her hands on his cock, guiding the tip of his cock into her
cunt.  I mentally titled this "First Contact".  His fat dick was
just touching the lips of her pussy.  

As I looked at the picture more, I realized something that made me
go back through the pictures again.  They had been taken in our
house!  I had been so focused on Kim and her lover I hadn't noticed
the surroundings.  She started with him in our living room.  The
pictures of her sucking his cock showed them on the couch that I was
sitting in.  The pictures of them fucking were in our bedroom.  

I looked at the background in all of the pictures carefully.  In
one, I could see the picture I had hung in the bedroom three weeks
ago.  Kim had fucked this man in our bed within the last three
weeks.  My stomach felt the same way it does whenever I lean out
over a high balcony.  

The last three pictures in the set showed Kim on her back with her
lover standing beside the bed, feeding her his cock.  You could see
his cum on her lips and cheek in one.  In the very last picture, Kim
held his black cock over her outstretched tongue as a last glob of
his come was dripping down.  

I was as sexually excited as I had ever been in my life.  I was also
sick with guilt over that excitement.  What kind of pervert was I?
I was also in total shock over the tone of the pictures.

I don't believe I have any strong prejudices based on race.  I have
had good friends of many races over the years.  Race never seems to
be much of an issue to me.  But seeing pictures of my wife slutting
for a black man was powerful.  It somehow shouted that all morals,
decency, and taboos were out the window.  There was no doubt that
she was acting with utter sexual abandon.  The idea of my proper,
almost virginal, wife could behave so completely slutty was a total
conflict to me.  I was breathless.  I was also steel hard.  It took
about two strokes to come all over myself. 

I realized that the conflicting feelings I had fueled my excitement.
The dismay and betrayal I felt mad my interest and lust even
stronger.  My anguish over the loss of "control" over my woman
excited me.  I was a jumble of confused feelings that were feeding
one another.  That my wife could have this complete other aspect of
her personality and keep it hidden from me was as appealing as it
was appalling.  The lady and the slut both resided in this woman, I
only knew one of them.

      I took the pictures into the living room, snagging a couple of
longnecks from the fridge on the way.  It was Friday, Kim usually
went to the gym after work, but she had no classes.  We usually sat
around on Friday nights, watched rented videos then headed to bed
early for a romantic candle lit romp.  
  
      Kim was due home in an hour or so.  I tried to reason out all
of my conflicting emotions, but they really weren't listening to
reason.  My mind spun.  I finally decided that I had to confront her
about this.  I couldn't handle sneaking around following her.  I
couldn't ignore this.  I decided that we had to talk.  

      I threw together a quick spaghetti dinner, put candles on the
table and opened a bottle of wine.  I figured that things would go
much better if we were both a little relaxed when I brought up the
subject of the evening.  Maybe with the inhibitions down just a bit,
Kim and I could discuss this rationally.

      Kim came in and saw the table.  It obviously pleased her that
I had taken the time to make us a romantic dinner,  I handed her a
glass of wine and told her to go put on something more comfortable
than her work clothes.  She came back ten minutes later in a little
sun dress that looked sexy and showed her body off without looking
in the least bit sleazy.  Nothing like the black stretch thing she
wore for her black lover. 

      We chatted about inconsequential stuff while we ate.  I made
sure her glass stayed full of the wine.  After we finished eating,
we moved the candles to the living room and sat on the couch
together.  I noticed my shaking hands as I set the candle on the
coffee table.   My lungs tingled with each breath.  I had ice in my
stomach and burning hot skin.  

      "You seem distracted, honey," Kim said as she ran a fingernail
up the back of my arm.  "Everything OK?"

It took everything I had to not just say that I was fine.  I wanted
to avoid this discussion almost as much as I knew that we needed to
have it.

"You know I love you," I began.  "No matter what.  You are the
center of my world and I never want to lose you."

She tipped her head in confusion.  I am rarely so expressive about
my feelings.  She hugged me and said, "I love you too, always."

I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out the pictures of her
with  her black stud.  I took a deep breath and jumped off the edge.
As I set the pictures on the coffee table, I said "I...we need to
talk about this."

I watched her eyes widen as she took the picture and turned it over.
She froze in place.  The color drained from her face.  Then she
glanced at me.  I couldn't help but wonder what she saw in my face
at that moment.

She said, "Oh God," and hid her face in her hands.  

We sat like that for a long time.  Both of us crying.

      As I got control of myself, I looked over at my wife.  Her
black hair was hanging over the side of her face, hiding the puffy
eyes and tearstained cheeks.  Her dress had slid up on her legs,
showing off her strong tanned thighs.  Her sobs shook her little
breasts that were so nicely displayed in that little sundress.

      For a moment, I saw her not as my wife, but as a very
attractive and sexual woman.  I saw what her lovers must see.  When
I blinked my eyes and thought about it for a second, my distraught
wife was back.  I reached out to her and hugged her to me. 

      "I'm not sure I understand any of this," I whispered, "But I
love you and don't want to lose you."

      My words brought on more sobs.  I got fifteen more minutes of
the water works while I held her.  While I was holding her and she
cried, I looked over at the pictures still on the table.  I zoomed
in on the picture of them, still dressed, with Kim's arms around his
neck kissing her lover with abandon.  An embarrassingly familiar
tingle in my gut warned me of the erection about to follow.  

      As I held Kim I looked over the other pictures that were
visible from where I was.  Pictures of Kim with a black finger in
her cunt, with a huge black cock pressing at the entry to her pussy,
with his cum on her cheek and her tongue outstretched for a drip of
cum from his cock.  The same cheek that was pressed to my shoulder.
My cock was painfully erect.  

      I leaned forward and brushed my lips on the back of Kim's
sensitive neck.  Sometimes she would cum from me just kissing on her
neck.  This time she sighed as I kissed and sucked on the sensitive
skin.  The feeling between us instantly changed into something very
sexually charged.  When I reached and cupped her breast, the nipple
felt diamond hard.  

She looked up and we froze in place.  Our eyes locked with a
smoldering intensity that even lasers couldn't match.  We came to
some kind of unspoken agreement.  I still don't understand exactly
how, but in that moment there was a lot communicated between us.
Hurt, anger, jealousy, acceptance, forgiveness, sorrow, love, and
intense lust flew back and forth in that space of time.  

      With a moan that bordered on a growl, Kim crushed her mouth on
mine.  Her tongue was in my mouth probing and licking.  We were
pawing at each other's clothes, tugging and pulling on anything
between us while we mouth fucked.  

      What followed was raw animal sex, at least for the first hour
or so.  I came at least three times in that hour, it was some kind
of record for me.  As soon as we were naked, I pushed Kim face down
over the coffee table and started fucking her from behind..  The
pictures of her fucking her black lover were scattered in front of
her and under her.  Some were actually sticking to her body as I
slammed myself into her repeatedly.  

Every time I thrust she grunted and moaned as my weight settled on
her.  At first they were just formless grunts and gasps, then she
started saying, "Yes" each time I thrust into her.  As we built up
in speed and force she switched to "Fuck me" as I pounded down on
her.  Finally, as I was about to cum in my adulterous wife's cunt, I
felt her spasming under me.  She started shouting "Fuck me.  Give it
to me.  Use it, use it.  Make me yours." in a long unending string
of fragments.  

      I came.  It only made me more horny.  I grabbed her head and
pulled it to my still hard, steel hard, cock.  It was dripping with
my cum and her pussy juice.  I should say that I started pulling her
head to my cock.  She leapt for it and vacuumed me into her with a
ferociousness that would have been scary had it not been so
exciting.  She buried her face in my crotch as I sat on the couch
enjoying deep throat for the first time in my life.  She attacked my
cock with intensity and unadulterated lust.  I closed my eyes and
just enjoyed the feeling of her mouth and hands.

      After a while, I felt her remove my cock from her mouth and
start licking and sucking on my balls while she stroked my cock with
her hands.  As she moved around, she lifted my balls and started
licking in the area between them and my asshole.  She had never done
anything like that to me before.  It was incredible.  I looked down
at the table and saw the pictures showing her fucking her black
lover.  I was so close to cumming.   Then she moved a little bit
more and thrust her tongue into my ass.  As she licked and sucked
there I started cumming.  I shot into her hands and across my belly.
It was great.  

      Kim licked every bit of my cum from her hands and my belly.
Savoring it and fondling my cock as she did it.  I was half hard and
still turned on and excited.  Looking at her, making eye contact
with her, as she lapped my cum up was enough to spin my head.

      Kim sat back up on the edge of the coffee table.  She spread
her legs wide apart, placing them on either side of me on the couch.
I sat slouched with my legs out in front of me, looking at the sexy
slut I didn't realize existed.  

      With a wicked smile on her beautiful face, she quietly said,
"Watch, just watch."

      With that, she started to masturbate.  She started slowly,
pulling on her nipples and massaging her breasts.  Most of the time
her eyes were closed, but once in a while she would have her face
pointed down and look up at me by cutting her eyes up.  It looked
incredibly sexy.  Eventually, she worked her hands down and began
pulling and stretching her pussy lips.  They glistened with moisture
when she started.  After a little while, they were literally
dripping.  

      She put the two fingers of one hand into her sopping,
cheating, slutty cunt.  With two fingers of the other hand, she
began a circular stroking of her clit.  She worked herself into a
frenetic pace, bouncing her butt on the table and losing herself in
self pleasure.  I was hard and stroking myself as I watched her
wanton display. She started making a high pitched squealing and then
froze as her body jerked in orgasmic spasms.  

I pulled her from the coffee table and pushed it aside.  I laid her
on the floor and slipped a throw pillow under her ass to lift her
cunt and hips just a little.  My cock went into her like a hot knife
through butter.  We went from zero to a hundred in two strokes.  I
was slamming myself into her.  My stomach was hitting hers, my balls
were slapping her ass.  She pulled her legs wide and prodded me into
her even harder with her heels on my butt and thighs.   We ground
our mated crotches into each other.  Fucking hard with no thought,
just animal passion.  

I put my weight on my arms and raised my head.  Kim's eyes bored
into mine, her teeth were clenched and bared.  I could see the
muscles and tendons in her neck as they flexed when I pushed myself
into her.  I glanced at one of the pictures that had fallen from the
table.  It showed her in much the same position as we were in, but
with a black lover between her legs rather than her husband.  

Kim noticed my attention on the picture she reached for it and
looked at it.  She turned it over to show it to me.  Then she said
the words that made us both come.  "He fucked me for hours.  I was
his slut that evening.  He used every hole and made me beg for
more."

After indescribable orgasms that seemed to last forever, we both
collapsed together on the floor.  Our bodies were slick with sweat,
and we were both out of breath.  I closed my eyes and listened to
Kim's breathing slow to an even pace.  We fell into a sated sleep.

Kim was still sleeping when I woke up.  I began trying to puzzle out
the recent events and try to figure out where we were headed as I
looked at her naked body next to me.   I didn't really think that
things were headed back to "normal".  At the same time, I didn't
really think that our marriage would stand a state of continuous
debauchery on either of our parts.  I needed to find out what
motivated her behavior.  If I could understand where it came from,
maybe we could control it or use it to our benefit rather than our
destruction.

I nudged my sexy wife awake and suggested she grab a shower while I
fixed us something to drink.  As I dried her back, Kim said, "You
know, there is still a lot we need to discuss."

"Oh God, not another discussion like the last one. At least not for
a little bit!"  I joked.  It didn't go over real big, so I told her
that I had been thinking the same thing. I suggested that we wait
until morning.  I was satisfied knowing she still wanted us to be
together and felt that a night of sleep would help us put things in
perspective.  She was asleep by the time I had finished my own
shower.

I woke to an incredible blow job.  Kim had her nose pressed into my
belly and the head of my cock in her throat when I woke up.  It was
great.  Every time I tried to reach for her she shied away.  Finally
she lifted her head and told me that this was just for me and that I
should just relax and let her do for me.  She turned me inside out
with her mouth.  I was vibrating on the bed when she finally let me
come.  It was heavenly.

Later, after cleaning up the kitchen from breakfast, we sat at the
kitchen table and talked.  It was perhaps the most open and honest
discussion we had ever had.  There was a lot of soul baring and soul
searching going on that day.  Somehow we worked through things and
came up with some plans before we went back at each others bodies
like starving men after food.

      I probed about the motivation behind Kim's actions.  Her frank
and almost blunt response was pretty shocking.  This was something
she had thought about for a long time.  It wasn't a reflection of my
ability (or lack) to satisfy her in bed.  It tied back to fantasies
that she had going back to puberty.  It was connected to when she
learned to masturbate.  Her older brother had been caught playing
with himself in the bathroom by their mother.  Mom raised such a
stink about how bad he had been, how wrong it was to do that, that
it made quite an impression on Kim.  

      The uproar and fuss made Kim feel guilty about playing with
herself rather than making her stop doing it.  She started
associating the guilt with sexual pleasure.  She eventually
developed it in to a fine art. The naughtier she was, even if it was
just in her imagination, the more exciting it was.  She was afraid
of crossing the line and really doing anything, but she learned to
savor the conflict between physical pleasure and emotional guilt.  

      I must have some kind of really twisted psyche.  I was turned
on by listening to my wife tell me about her sexual awakening.  I
remembered pictures of her at twelve years old.  She was small for
her age and insufferably cute.  I pictured her in bed playing with
herself at that age.  It was a good thing we were at the table where
my hardon was concealed.  I wondered if I was going to be out
sniffing little girl's bicycle seats next.

      Kim explained that once we were married, the newness of sex
was satisfying enough for her for a while.  After a few years, sex
started feeling a little too routine.  There were good feelings,
both emotionally and physically, but the delicious tingle from
"being bad" was gone. She started masturbating and fantasizing to
feed her needs.  That satisfied her for a while, but eventually it
paled as well.

      The real push to her next step was once she was back in
school.  It seems that most of the students in her graduate program
were single and playing the field pretty hard.  Kim said that
listening to them talk about their exploits was enough to start her
really wanting that "naughty" feeling again.

      She went to a bar with a couple of her wilder friends after
finishing a particularly tough midterm exam one night.  She had a
few drinks and was feeling pretty loose when some guy asked her to
dance.  This led to an evening of dancing and groping on the dance
floor.  

The next evening she went back alone.  After an hour or so she let a
guy take her to the parking lot where he fucked her. They were in a
dark corner of the parking lot.  Kim said that she started it by
kissing him with lots of tongue.  Before long her shirt was open and
her small breasts were exposed.  After a while he bent her over the
trunk of his car and lifted her tight skirt.  She said that he was
pretty rough, but that it added to the thrill.

She described her feelings about it.  "I was so turned on.  Knowing
that I shouldn't be doing it in public, doing it hard and nasty with
a guy I didn't even know, knowing that I was cheating on you, acting
like a total slut instead of a high school English teacher... it was
incredible.  It felt like an evening long orgasm."

      From the bar, she went to the gym and showered before coming
home.  "I was transformed from schoolteacher and wife to a slut and
back that night.  Being on the edge like that was so thrilling..."

She said that her experience left her floating for a couple of
months.  "Any time I started wanting that extra little tingle all I
had to do was remember that night.  But it eventually faded.  I had
to go back to the well. The next time it didn't last so long.
Finally, it has built up to the point that I have been pushing the
envelope in terms of both duration between my activities and in how
far I have been willing to go in terms of kinkiness.  What you found
in those pictures and tapes is pretty vanilla compared to the last
month or so."  She seemed exhausted by her confession.

      I was fascinated by her tale.  I wanted to hear the details of
each encounter.  What kinky things had she been doing?  How many men
had had her body?  I wanted to know it all.  At the same time, I
knew I loved her as much or more than ever.  I wanted to make things
work for us.  So, rather than trying to get the gory details of all
of her encounters, I spent the next hour trying to work out our
relationship.

      She was surprised that I was so accepting.  When I described
my excitement at her illicit activity, she smiled. "Sounds like you
know about the excitement of the guilty tingle." 

      Eventually, we decided to try to share her experiences, and
maybe include me.  The catch that I insisted on was to limit the
number of experiences to just two encounters per month.  I didn't
want us to fall into a slide that accelerated both of us into a
situation where we had constantly had to have more and more
activities (and kinkier activities) to satisfy us.  I reasoned that
if we showed the control to limit how often we did these things,
then the expectation of the next and memory of the last would
sustain us.  We wouldn't fall into the spiraling cycle and trap that
snared Kim.  We decided to have our first "wild weekend" the
following week. In the mean time, Kim would stop all other activity
with her friends, and we would work at repairing our relationship.

      Once we had concluded the discussion I looked at my wife.  I
saw the cute little elf she had been at twelve, playing with
herself.  I saw the serous undergraduate student with whom I had my
first sexual experience.  I saw the upstanding wife and teacher that
our community knew.  I also saw a very sexy little slut with the
guts and willingness to bend the rules in pursuit of sexual
excitement.  I was excited.

      We decided to wait until Friday night to make plans for our
first "wild night".  That is not to say that we abstained until
then.  It seemed as if we couldn't get enough of each other.  Our
sex ran the gamut from the sweetest romantic candlelit love making
to hard nasty fucking like I have never done before.  I really got
into having Kim tell me about some of the things she had done behind
my back.  

It turned into a type of role play for us.  She still felt guilty
about having cheated on our relationship, but we were both very
excited by it.  As we would start she would be very much the lady,
reluctant to speak of her indiscretions, embarrassed to speak of
them.  As I touched her and teased her body, she would heat up and
the reluctance would fade.  Before long she would be proudly telling
me about her experiences.  She would be so hot and turned on that I
hardly recognized her.  I quickly became a connoisseur of watching
the battle between the lady and the slut. 

      The variety of the sexual experimentation Kim had participated
in shocked me.  It also excited me.  I'm not sure that I would want
her to do all of those things again, she didn't really enjoy all of
them herself.  However, some of them, depraved as they are turned me
on beyond anything I would have believed.  A short list of some of
her activities include bondage (as a dom and as a sub), interracial
sex, groups (she did 6 guys in one night!), she helped her girl
friend fuck a dog (then the dog licked Kim to orgasm), she had sex
in public, she flashed strangers, and once she even "accidentally"
flashed some of her students at school.    

      When I drew the stories out of her, she would get very hot
both from remembering what she had done and from seeing the effect
of her stories on me.  I found myself particularly excited by her
first encounter with a black man.  I had never given much thought to
interracial sex, but her story, coupled with the pictures she had,
were enough to make me very interested in the topic.  

      One afternoon Kim got a message from the couple she was
supposed to meet that night.  They were tied up with a family crisis
and weren't going to be free.  Kim was extra hot that day, having
spent most of the day thinking about what was going to happen.  She
ended up going alone to a club she had been to before.  During the
course of the evening, she met and danced with several men.  Of
these men, the best dancer was a black guy who was hitting on Kim
pretty hard.  As worked up as she was, his efforts paid off quickly.
They went to his apartment.

      Kim's new friend was about 6'2" and 225 lbs.  She swears that
he had no visible body fat on his body.  Once she started talking
about it, it became obvious that his washboard stomach and heavily
muscled body turned her on greatly.  She talked about how the light
glistened on the planes of his body and about how strong and big he
was.  She swears that she couldn't close her hands around his cock.
It wasn't real super long, but it was a beer can or larger in
diameter.  She said that going down on him was a real effort,
eventually she ended up stroking him and licking him rather than
trying taking him in her mouth.  

      She described straddling him and slowly lowering her little
five foot hundred pound frame onto her lover who was more than twice
her size.  I could see the action in my minds eye as she described
it to me.  She went slow and easy - adjusting to the size and
stretching.  She told me that once she had accepted him completely
into her body she started having one orgasm after another.  Here she
was, a married white school teacher with a black guy she barely
knew, with his cock stretching her cunt and his hands covering her
tits.  

      They fucked like that for fifteen or twenty minutes before he
grasped her hips and started pulling her up and down on his cock.
She said it felt as if he were simply masturbating by using her body
to stroke himself.  He was so strong that he could repeatedly lift
her and drop her back onto his cock.  Once he came, he never really
got soft.  Kim said that he stayed mostly hard while they kissed and
chatted, catching their breath for round two.

      Kim became engrossed in telling me about the second time her
black lover fucked her that evening.  She was nude on our bed and
had been touching and stroking me while she told me about the first
part of the evening.  As she started talking about her second fuck,
she sat back and started playing with herself.  Between her moans
and gasps she told me what happened.

      Kim's new acquaintance rolled her to her back and stretched
her legs wide apart on the bed.  This time there was no slow and
easy penetration.  He told her to guide it in, and when she did he
slammed his hips forward, impaling her and driving her back into the
mattress.  As quick as he fucked into her, he pulled back.  As she
started to bounce up out of the mattress, he pounded her back down,
setting up a speed and rhythm that bounced her into the bed then
back up and into his body over and over.  She swears that he fucked
her like this for 20 minutes.  She described how his breathing
deepened, and sweat dripped down his muscular body.  

      Kim was touching herself and close to coming in front of me as
she related this to me.  I was stroking myself and about to join
her.  She said that she could tell he was tired from his breathing,
but that he kept moving just as hard and fast as ever.  Then when
she thought she couldn't take any more, he froze with all of his
weight pushing down on her tiny body.  She could feel his cock
pulsing as he came.  She came too, casting off all taboos feeling
totally slutty, and totally giving herself to physical pleasure.
She was sore for a week following the thorough plowing he gave her.

      She went back to that bar several times, but never found this
guy again.  The one in the pictures I found was another man she met
while she was looking for another romp with her first black lover.
I imagined my sweet little wife being drilled into the bed by her
lover, arms holding to his sweaty body, legs spread acceptingly,
hips gyrating to produce more pleasure.  Our eyes were locked as we
both came.  The glint in her eyes as she told me her story was as
enthralling for her as it was for me.

      She told me of her other adventures as well.  The first time
she made love with another woman, being tied and spanked and teased
by a dominant couple, entertaining a group of salesmen in town for a
convention.  By the time Friday rolled around, I was on a sexual
high.  Imagining all of the things my wife had done.  Imagining all
of the things she would do.

      I told her that I wanted to orchestrate everything for our
first night out.  She accepted that and seemed excited by the
prospect.  I had her model sexy clothes for me for almost an hour
before I decided what she would wear.  I ended up choosing a simple
black miniskirt with a white silk shirt and a black vest.  It was
sexy without quite shouting "slut!" She also wore a lacy pair of
black t-back panties, thigh high black hose, and some black high
heeled shoes.  No bra, but with the vest everything was covered. If
she moved right the vest would pull back just enough for her pretty
little nipples to show through the thin material of her shirt.  

      Once the clothes were chosen, Kim banished me from the bedroom
while she did her makeup and hair.  I burned the time by watching
her sex videos.  I was glad I chose pants with a generous pleat in
them.  I was going to be hard all night long.  Tight slacks would
have been torture.

      Kim entered the room just as her video self made one of the
two men with her come.  His come shot across her belly and she
rubbed it in.  On our big screen TV it was engrossing.  

	"That was a fun afternoon."

      I looked over my shoulder to see Kim posing sexily for me.
With her hair and makeup done and her sexy clothes on, the look in
her eyes screamed sex.  This was the same woman who I had just
watched fuck the brains out of two young guys on our TV.  For just a
minute I thought about canceling the evening and dragging her to bed
right then, but I couldn't quite bring myself to mess up my plans
for the night.
	
      "Those two guys are on the wrestling team at the college.
There wasn't an ounce of body fat on either one of them,"  Kim said.
"They had great stamina, and were just about insatiable.  Although,
Robbie did have those ugly ears..."

      Suddenly, I had a block of dry ice in my stomach.  This was
all real.  It had really happened.  It was going to happen again
tonight. My wife.  My sweet innocent wife was capable of being a
total slut with men she barely knew.  Not just capable, she had done
it and was looking forward to doing it again this very evening.

The enormity of what had happened, was happening, struck me very
hard.  I was suddenly very uncomfortable with actually living out
the reality of what had been fantasy to me.  I was afraid of the
changes that could come about as a result of all of this.  I very
much wanted to dial the clock back and have things as they were
before. 

      Kim must have read my thoughts.  She sat next to me and
reassured me that our love was stronger than ever.  She held me and
told me that she would give it all up to keep me if that is what it
took.  We just sat there for five or ten minutes, being close and
holding each other.  

      Finally, I said, "No, it was just that all of the change has
been pretty quick for me.  I was just a little overwhelmed for a
minute.  I think we have to try this at least once.  Then we can
reevaluate things and see where we will head."  With that, I stood
and helped my sexy, secretly slutty wife to her feet. 

We drove to a hotel in town that was right across from the
convention center.  I was sure the bar would have plenty of men
available to fill out my plans for the evening.  I pulled up to the
very front of the hotel and dropped Kim off with instructions to
have fun in the bar.  I told her I would get the car parked and be
along in a half hour or so.  I told her that when I got to the bar,
she was to have danced with at least two different guys and have had
a drink.  When she asked for money for the drink, I told her that
she would have to use a different currency to get it.  She smiled
and headed into the lobby.  

My stomach was doing flip flops as I watched her butt swing as she
walked through the lobby.  It was really happening!  I was buzzing
like I had a six pack of margaritas in me.  It was all I could do to
take my time parking and walking back to the lobby of the hotel.  I
could hear the music and laughter from the bar.  I sat in the lobby
and watched the people coming and going from the bar.  

A beautiful blonde in a black mini skirt and a red knit top came out
of the bar with two black men.  She had long dark blonde hair and
beautiful eyes.  She had an arm around each of the guys and was
laughing at something one of them had just whispered in her ear.
Following behind them was a short guy with salt and pepper hair. 

"Come on, Gary,"  She said over her shoulder.  "You don't want to
miss anything, do you?"

"Yeah, Gary," laughed one of the black men.  "Jill told us how much
you wanted to see this."

My God!  Was everyone doing this sort of thing?  Maybe I had been
living in Mayberry with Andy and Aunt Bea all these years.  It was
clear that those two guys were taking her up to a room for sex.  I
couldn't believe how obvious they were.  

      That little scene was enough to break my resolve to wait a
full thirty minutes before going in the bar.  I got up and looked
in.  Kim was on the dance floor with a man who looked like a poster
boy for country clubs.  He had that dark tan with perfect casual but
dressy clothes.  His hair looked like it belonged on a game show
host.  His teeth were too white to be true.  I was surprised at her
choice of partner.  

      They were moving fast, both of them clearly putting on a show
for everyone to see.  Whenever Kim turned quickly, her vest pulled
back and anyone watching could see her nipples.  The guy moved with
a self conscious grace that looked more studied than natural.  

      When the song ended, Kim and Mr. Plastic went to the bar and
sat at their waiting drinks.  I had taken a seat at a table in the
back of the club.  It was pretty busy and people kept moving into my
sight line of my wife and her suitor.  I tried to decide what my
next step was going to be.  

      I went up to the bar and ordered a beer.  Kim saw me order.  I
casually waved at her.  She said something to Plas and came over to
me.  

      As she approached, I said, "Just act like I'm an old friend,
OK?"  Kim went into the routine so easily it was scary.  After a few
seconds of false greeting and cheek kisses, I asked "Why this guy?"

      "No reason.  He was just the first guy to offer me a drink is
all."  She went on, "He is hung pretty good, but is way too stuck on
himself to be able to use it well."

      "Then why don't you have some fun with him." I said. "I want
you to make him cum in his pants here in the bar.  I want to watch
you make him mess up his perfect pants, OK?"

      Kim laughed and tapped my chest with one of her long nails.
She said, "You are a bad boy."  Then she kissed my cheek and turned
back to her new friend.  

      I took my beer back to the table and watched.  I could see Kim
talking and gesturing at the bar.  She kept putting her hand on his
arm.  He put an arm around her back and they continued to laugh and
talk.   After a while, Kim hopped up and pulled him to the dance
floor.  This time it was a slow dance.  Kim was pressed all over
this guy.  I could see through the crowd that he was constantly
lowering his hand from the small of her back towards her sweet
little ass.  

      I was again glad for my roomy pants.  Watching my wife act
like a brazen slut was having a definite effect on me.  I worried
that I would end up being the one with the spooge spot.  That would
have been some kind of justice.

      The song ended and Kim and her friend picked up their drinks
and headed for a table on the opposite side of the dance floor from
me.  I got a flash of white thigh above her stockings when Kim
scooted into the little booth.  She looked so sexy there.

      I nursed my beer and watched as Kim dropped her hand into his
lap.  Over the next fifteen minutes Mr. Plastic became less and less
animated in his discussions with Kim.  Finally, he turned his head
up at the ceiling and I could see his whole body flex.  Kim looked
at him and said something, then she got up and left.  I waited and
watched as he sat there trying to figure out what to do.  

      After a minute or two he stood up and pulled his shirt tail
out, then he made a bee line for the exit.  As he passed my table, I
could see that his shirt tail didn't quite cover the wet stain on
the front of his pants.  Mr. Perfect wasn't quit so cool now.  I
laughed.  

      After the guy left, Kim came back into the bar.  We shared a
nervous laugh about what we had done to the poor guy.  Kim said that
the guy was so busy telling her how good he was in bed that it was
ridiculous.  Once she made him come, she told him that she had
higher expectations than that of any potential lovers, and left him.  

      "Was that it, or do you have other plans for tonight?" Kim
asked.

      "Baby, we have just begun to play."  I responded.  "Lets wait
a bit and see what turns up."     

We had a drink and danced a couple of times.  The place was really
full now.  The air of expectation and tension between us had become
palpable.  Kim had all but begged me to tell her what I had planned.
I held off, letting the tension build.  

About an hour after Kim had sent Mr. Plastic on his way, I told Kim,
"It's time for part two."  

I told her where I had parked the car and gave her the keys.  Then I
told her that I would pick out someone.  Her task was to get that
man to the car and give him a blow job.  I would be in the garage
standing next to a concrete support post a half level up.  I had
checked the view when I parked.  It was hard to see up into the
upper level from inside the car, but I would have a great view of
the front seat.

I looked around and tried to decide who the lucky guy would be.
(Other than me!)  I settled on a slender guy, about 5' 10".  He
looked to be in his mid forties, maybe very well preserved early
fifties.  His hair was more salt than pepper and cut in a longish
brush cut.  He looked clean enough, and would do just fine.  He had
been there since we arrived.  I pointed him out to Kim, gave her a
quick kiss, then left for the garage.  

I was surprised to hear Kim's voice about ten minutes after I had
arrived in the garage.  I expected her to take a while to get the
guy out there.  I watched as they walked up. Kim had her arms around
one of his and was resting her head on his shoulder.  

As she opened the drivers door, Kim said "Thanks for walking me out
here, Joe.  It just isn't safe for a girl to be alone in a place
like this.  You never know what kind of pervert you will run
across."

He murmured something about it being no problem.  I could see him
staring at Kim's legs as she lowered herself into the seat.  She
must have given him quite a view.  He looked like he had been hit in
the head with a bat.  He stood there with his mouth open.

She looked up at him and said, "No, it was really sweet of you.
Here let me thank you properly."  

With that she reached out and pulled him to her.  His pants were
around his knees in a flash.  He had one hand on the open door of
the car, the other was on the luggage rack.  Kim's head bobbed up
and down as she sat in the seat in front of this stranger.  It only
took a few minutes.  I savored each second.  When Joe groaned and
rose up on his toes, I knew he was cumming in my wife's mouth.  

      Kim helped her new friend pull his pants up.  Then she said,
"Thanks again, sweety."  Then she shut the door and pulled out of
the parking space.  

Joe leaned back against the car behind him and ran a hand through
his hair.  He said, "Holy shit!" as he shook his head.  He rubbed
his face with his hands, then walked to a car a few rows down.  He
looked like a sleepwalker.

About five minutes after he left, Kim pulled back into the same
parking spot she started from.  I opened the door and pulled my cock
out.  She inhaled it.  As she worked my cock with her mouth, she
massaged my balls with one hand.  With the index finger of her other
hand she gently scratched at my asshole.  It took no timel for all
of that stimulation to strike paydirt.  I came, she swallowed, I
sighed.

      Kim had been playing with herself as she sucked on me.  I
stopped her before she came.  I explained that she had to wait for
part three of the evening before she could have her release.  There
was a frantic look in her eye as she asked about what was next.  I
told her to be patient.  Even though I had just cum, I was still on
a excited edge that overcame my apprehensions and doubts.  By the
look in Kim's eye, she was beyond any apprehension.  She was just
plain hungry for relief.  

      I slipped my hand between her legs when we sat at the table in
the club.  She was dripping.  Her lacy panties were soggy.  She
humped her hips forward at my touch.  I knew it was time to take the
next step for the evening.  I told her that she was to pick out her
next lover.  She was going to take him to his room and fuck him, but
to not take more than an hour.  I would wait in the bar or the
lobby.  When her time with this stranger was done, I wanted her to
come back to me.  Then I would take her up to a room that reserved
earlier.  

      I kissed her on the cheek and went to the hotel front desk
check in and get the key for our room.  While I was standing there,
Kim crossed the lobby with a man on each arm.  She had chosen two
men for her tryst!  They were both dressed in nice business suits.
One of them was a very dark skinned black man.  The other was a
tall, muscular white guy.  It looked like Kim was going to have her
hands, or something, full.

      Waiting, while imagining the scene that was playing out in the
room upstairs, was sweet torture.  I sat in the bar and watched the
interaction between men and women in the room.  You could see the
predators stalking, obviously searching for a contact.  There were a
number of different kinds of prey in the room as well.  Some
appeared to be oblivious of the dance going on around them.  Others
were obviously available, looking for their predator to come to
them.  I lost myself in the show.  

After Kim had been gone for an hour, I went back to the lobby and
sat at a couch that commanded a view of the elevator bank.  One hour
and a week long twenty-eight minutes after she left, my wife came
back.  Her makeup was a little messy.  Her clothes were a bit
mussed.  She was flushed and looked hot in more ways than one.  I
had been getting very antsy waiting.  I had started to worry that
something was wrong.

The relief I felt seeing her come back, coupled with the thrill of
seeing my obviously just-fucked wife leaving the elevator was
overwhelming.  She walked up to me and I pulled her against my body.
She smelled of  sex.  She put her arms around my neck and pulled me
into a deep kiss.  I could taste the cum in her mouth.  

      "Let's go," I said as I pulled her back to the elevators.  I
held Kim close as we waited for one to arrive.  When the doors
opened we were treated to a sight featuring the woman I had seen
earlier with the two black men in the lobby.  She was alone with her
husband in the back of the elevator.  They were kissing
passionately.  His hand had pulled up her short little miniskirt,
displaying a beautiful bare butt.  

      They pulled apart and stepped out of the elevator.  There was
a moment of eye contact between Kim and this blonde sexpot.  They
just froze, looking at each other.  Kim told me later that they
recognized the slut in each other.  The woman broke the eye contact
and looked at me.  She raised an eyebrow in a knowing fashion, and
pursed her lips in a kiss.  As the elevator doors closed, I realized
that there had been a speck of cum on her chin.  My hardon was
knocking at my zipper. 

      Kim and I were in a frenzy of lust when reached our room.
Lying on the bed with her legs spread wide, I could see the Kim's
labia were swollen and red.  She was extra wet.  The light glistened
off of her pussy, making it look like someone had coated it with
oil.  

      I threw off my clothes and climbed into the bed next to her.
As we made love, Kim told me about her experience with the two men.
It seemed that when she offered herself to the black guy in the bar,
he suggested including his buddy.  To Kim's delight, both men were
fun and energetic in bed.  

      She described kneeling in front of them and alternately
sucking and stroking their dicks.  She said she turned on the little
cheap radio in the room and danced as she stripped for them.  One
moment that seemed to really stick with her was when the black guy
pulled her over and started playing with her pussy as she danced in
front of him.  She could see the reflection of everything in the
mirror.  

      As she mounted me and started to slowly fuck me, she said, "It
was so hot to see his dark finger...he had long fingers...sliding in
and out of my pussy.  He just held his hand still and I moved,
fucking myself with his hand.  Then I turned and let his buddy do
the same thing.  It was so sexy to see them sitting there with the
hardons for me, thrilled to just touch me."

      They went through a cycle of fucking and sucking that sounded
like it came straight out of a porn film.  Then once Kim had dressed
to come back downstairs, she leaned over and gave the black guy a
goodbye kiss on the dick.  He was spent, but happy.  When she kissed
his buddy's cock, it popped up, ready for more.  He stood up and
started kissing her again.

      After a couple of minutes of kissing, he slipped her panties
down and lifted her up.  He held her under her legs.  She wrapped
her arms around his neck.  Once he was in her, they built up a
rhythm and he fucked her hard standing there in front of his black
friend.  Kim said that she had three or four small orgasms as he
fucked her this way.  When he finally came, she wiped his cum onto
her panties and then licked them clean.  Then she came down to me.

      She and I fucked the rest of the night.  Even when I was
spent, unable to get another erection, our mouths and hands touched
and stroked and licked.  It was an incredible night.

      We slept until housekeeping pounded on the door the next day.
We threw on our rumpled clothes and went home.  Once there, I popped
in and out of the shower.  Then I fixed us lunch while Kim cleaned
up.  She came out wearing jeans and a t-shirt, looking like my
innocent little wife again. 

When I saw her, I asked, "Well...was it fun for you?"

      To my surprise, she blushed a deep red.  "I can't believe we
did all of that.  It's like it was a different me."  

      She was embarrassed.  I probed and we talked about it.  It
seems that she was embarrassed not about what she had done, but
about how much fun she had doing it.  I reassured her that
everything was OK.  

I had been thinking it all over.  We still had each other.  We had
all of the parts of each other we had always loved and wanted.
Plus, we were learning a new and exciting side of each other.
Things were going to be fine.  A little different, very interesting,
but fine.

      Kim made me promise that our next "wild night" coming up in
two weeks would be hers to orchestrate.  I asked what we would be
doing.  I felt a tingle in my belly when her eyes twinkled and she
said, "Don't worry, it will only seem kinky the first time you try
it."

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