Husband First to Get Sloppy Seconds on His Wife

[EroticWriter]

Husband First to Get Sloppy Seconds on His Wife

by EroticWriter (most of it) Some further adding to and modifying done on 12/12/2018.

At last! Another man was inside my wife and enjoying the delicious feel of her warm, snug pussy. For years I had wanted to share the feel of her with a friend, any man that knew me and that I could trust so that he would know how lucky I was to have a body like hers to enjoy.


Note readers. This is a hot story with title changed that I read on another site and liked so I decided that I would greatly enhance it by making up and adding detail. I'm sorry, I lost the original writer's name and not trying to take credit for his original text.

But I did change this quite a bit. In the process I also added a long scene of men dancing with the wife in the story plus a second man getting into the hotel room and fulfilling a fantasy of mine. I also added in a new woman and how she gets laid in a pickup truck.

The shorter version of this story is also on this site with the title Drunken Wife Used by Two Strangers but that was a goof because the second man is not in the story. This is the complete version. Enjoy.

Husband First to Get Sloppy Seconds on His Wife

My wife is 42 years old and slim. Her face is deceptive, being rather young in appearance and most people would guess her to be in her mid-thirties at most. She has an exceptionally nice figure for her age and still loves sex. She does most things I want – oral sex on demand and on occasion she takes it in the mouth and swallows. Best of all, in addition to her tight pussy, she cums easily and I always know when it is happening, because she lets me know.

However one thing I have not been able to get her to do is to experiment and maybe have sex with another guy while I watch. I haven't come right out and said that I want her to fuck another guy, you know how it goes. Basically I have hinted around, sort of feeling her out, but she won't respond or react to my comments. I know that she might have a fantasy of being fucked by a younger, fit guy but she has some moral hang-ups to do with marriage I guess.

But though on the surface my wife is sort of...a prude, she might not actually be. Read this and see what you think.

Several weeks ago we took a holiday to a resort area in the state of South Carolina and as usual spent a lot of time doing things like walking, lying on the beach, eating at decent restaurants and doing some drinking, in moderation.

On one particular night my wife was drinking quite a bit more than usual, and she was mixing drinks.

The evening began with a couple of glasses of beer and was followed up with a bottle of wine with a fine cuisine meal. Then she moved onto Bacardi and coke, and if I remember correctly was also drinking whiskey at some point.

I wasn’t putting any limits on our consumption because we were remaining within walking distance of our hotel. But I was allowing her to consume more than me. Someone needed to get us back to the hotel so I had decided to get high, but not too.

We did some dancing, and a guy from a group of five guys came over and asked her to dance.

He looked to be 25 at most, but I could see by her eyes that my wife was attracted to him. Sober, she might have laughed and said “never mind, I’m a little old for you.” But instead, she looked inquisitively at me, and I said, “Sure, go ahead honey. Enjoy yourself.”

Her hand in his, off they went. There is something about dancing that I should mention here in case you haven’t thought about it.

Your wife. Dancing. Other men.

Let’s say you have a woman and she is supposedly yours exclusively. But at first she was shy, virgin, innocent, came from a 'good' family, or maybe acting that way.

Stage one: First you dated her, maybe she made you wait for more than a quick peck on the lips.

Stage two. Now you can hold her hand, Maybe hold her pressed nipple to nipple with you while kissing. It might have been a while before you were even able to wrap yourself around her, dressed.

Stage three. Now you can kiss her while pressed up against her, and if lucky, place your hands down low, lower. There you are...on her behind. Woops. Sorry.

Then, after you got her to that stage still dressed, then you began working on getting into her pants and still she resisted, saying she is waiting and saving it for her husband.

So finally you tie the knot and confirm, sure enough, she has been saving it. She loves you and assures you that she will never ‘cheat,’ that another man will never know her body.

But, how far can a man go before he 'knows' her body in her mind? Yours?

With as little as three words, ‘Care to dance?’ or even one word…’Dance?’ another man can have your woman up against his body with his arms around her and maybe his hands, if she does not object, on her. Her breasts can end up pressed against his chest. If her nipples become erect, they both will feel them between them.

He can have his face right next to hers. She might even feel his warm breath on her neck, and he can even be whispering things in her ears. If you are watching from the sidelines, you probably won't be able to see that they are carrying on a conversation, and who knows what he, she, they might be saying?

His hands, if the dance floor is darkened, and better still, crowded so no one can see in the mob, can go down onto her ass, and feel, and fondle, maybe squeeze, and the odds are, your woman might be aroused, because the man is new, forbidden, she does not know him, he doesn't know her, the dance will end, and it was all nice clean fun. Right?

There might have been more.

Stage four?

If he gets an erection, she is going to feel it rubbing up against her. If it is an erection more substantial than yours, will she be able to sense it? What will go through her mind while sensations course through her body? While all this is happening, all is ‘innocent fun’ and when he returns her to her husband, you, supposedly nothing was going on.

How far did this maybe stranger get with your woman in mere minutes? Stage three? More?

Your woman might be thoroughly aroused and hiding it. Supposedly she still has never allowed another man to ‘know’ her body, and she has never ‘cheated.’ She has not even thought about cheating, or so she claims. She might have given out her number.

Yet we let men, and oftentimes, strangers, dance with our women. Why?

My wife was now on the floor with a man maybe 17 years her junior, but it was all innocent fun, right? My wife who has been drinking I should add. About that time I started talking to a guy next to me who was half of a couple. By talking to him, I figured I could also maintain some eye contact with his wife, and she was eye candy. He, like me, was into sports and we started rambling on.

When I looked away from him and looked out onto the floor I noticed that my wife was allowing the guy she was dancing with to pull her body in unusually tight against his, and since the lights were low, I was wondering if perhaps his hands were taking liberties when he had her out in the center of the floor where I couldn't see what was going on.

But, I was thinking, ‘My wife is 42 and that guy is just a kid, so surely she wouldn’t let him touch her inappropriately, would she?’

He brought my wife back to the table after one song and I was wondering if he would say anything to the other guys about my wife and they would all look over at us. I watched him return to his table and sure enough, that was exactly what happened. I figured that he had told them that my wife had allowed him to feel her up.

Something must have happened, otherwise why are they all looking her way?

I tried to introduce my wife to the couple I had latched onto but my wife didn't seem too interested. I think her mind was on the other side of the floor.

Sure enough, in a minute another of the five guys came over and asked my wife to dance. She jumped right up without looking at me since she figured I now had someone to talk to.

With the other guy now holding her, the same thing seemed to be going on. In any case, if those guys she was dancing with happened to get an erection, she would certainly be feeling it the way they were holding her close.

That song ended and another one of the guys walked up to them and took my wife into his arms before she could return to my table. Again, her body was being squashed up against his.

I think the guy I was talking to was also seeing how my wife was being handled since he sometimes looked out onto the floor in her direction, but he didn't say anything. I noticed that his wife was also glancing out at the floor and my wife and I knew what she might be thinking.

Our eyes met with some kind of understanding and I asked her husband if he minded if maybe I could take his wife, a cute 20 something redhead onto the floor, and he answered for her, saying she didn't like to dance. I didn't know if his wife had heard him, but I think he was afraid that maybe I would try doing to his wife what those men were doing to mine.

But I noticed as he was answering me for his wife, that she was staring into my eyes. Yes, I said ‘into my eyes.’

I wasn’t paying much attention but now the guys were holding onto my wife for more than one dance at a time. They danced with my wife, and I talked to this guy at the next table while his wife made love to me with her eyes. At one point she smiled at me, kissed her husband on the forehead while her eyes were trained on me, and headed off to the restroom. I wanted to follow her but that would be too obvious.

Then, several minutes later, he said it was almost time to go and he was going to the bathroom first. He asked his wife, “Honey, do you need to go?”

She smiled and said, “Didn’t you notice? I've already gone dear. You go ahead.”

Ha! Good thinking on her part. Now he had to leave her alone, with me.

He had to cross the dance floor to get to the men’s restroom so after he had left his wife immediately, soon as he was out of sight, slid over to my table and sat on a chair next to my seat. From her place beside me she would be able to spot her husband on the way back.

I was sitting on a bench that would hold up to four, and she smiled and said, “I would have loved to dance with you, but he's very jealous.”

Then she shocked me by coming so close to me and leaning over that I could see down her dress and observe that her pink and erect nipples were not covered by a bra.

I stared, openly, and she did not try to hide them. Then she further surprised me by running her hand up my leg under the table and over the bulge of my cock. Her hand was met with the feel of an erection. “Yes, he's very jealous,” she repeated, staring into my eyes as she gave it a squeeze.

“I’ve been like that for quite a while thinking about you,” I said as she rubbed up and down on my cock.

“You feel nice,” she said with a smile, and I returned her smile with one of my own.

Upon getting another feel of my erection and I could tell that since she had already felt the thickness and was now checking the length, she immediately slid off the chair and into the booth beside me. “This is soooo illegitimate! Hurry, I want you to feel my breasts.”

That seemed to be an unusual request considering the circumstances, but I was ready to comply. I immediately reached over and I think, surprised her by reaching inside instead of outside and cupping her pear shaped B cup left breast on bare skin. Her nipple was firm between my fingers.

‘Wow!” I gave one breast a good feel and then quickly switched to the other. I’ve always felt that if you feel one tit on a gal you need to go for the other so you will have felt her breasts. Again my fingers were met by a firm nipple.

I wanted to feel them both simultaneously but there wasn’t room for both my hands down her front. She gave me perhaps 20 to 30 seconds to enjoy the firmness of her lovely titties while she kept staring in the direction her husband had gone.

“That’s enough,” she said while looking across the dance floor and pulling away which caused my hand to come out. “I don’t want him to see.”

My wife? Forgotten at the moment.

The man she had thought was her husband at first in the dim light from way across the dance floor turned out to be someone else. She slid over again and this time she was against me, hip-to-hip.

“Take your penis out and put your hand in again.”

Wow. I have to admit, it felt very weird to have a strange woman telling me to take my penis out. Not cock, not wee wee, not dick. No, she said 'penis.'

I quickly unzipped and tugged my cock out, excuse me, penis. I teased her nipples while she squeezed my p...cock, and all the while she was continuously watching the area of the men’s room to see if he was coming back.

“They’re very nice,” I quickly said.

Thank you,” she replied. “I’ve been dying for some time now to let some other man feel them.”

“Has anyone else…”

She shook her head, but never took her eyes off that bathroom door across the floor. I could see her frowning, wondering where the heck her husband is or what he is doing. “No one, not since one boyfriend in high school and all he got at that time was feels on the outside of my clothes.”

Then she glanced at me, a quick glance down and added: “You’re the only other man I’ve ever touched there,” she said, squeezing me harder and giving my cock a stroke as her eyes returned to watching for her husband.

That told me all I needed to know. Until now she had been a faithful wife! I knew then and there that if her husband continued to try to keep her to himself like that, she would soon be cheating on him.

I am jealous of my wife of course, but not to the point of keeping her from any contact with other men. That is, public contact. That is part of the reason why I was now allowing my wife so much freedom on the dance floor, though this situation was a first.

“Can I have your phone number, or some way…?”

“I can’t. I’d like to, but…I can’t.” She looked under the table at where her hand was. “You do feel really nice though…” She giggled and gave me another squeeze, and this time she used three fingers to check out my knob on the end as well.

“Just want you to know since my a-hole husband denied your request to dance with me, you look and feel bigger than my husband," she said as she stared down at my cock, "and definitely harder!”

I guess you can figure how good hearing that made me feel. Then she came out with a way for us to meet. “I want you, and you can find me at the power company. I work at one of three windows where people pay the bill.”

My heart pounded. ‘This woman could soon be fucking me, except for one minor detail, I lived two states away.

“We’re here on vacation. I live in Tennessee, but we’re going to be here for two more days and I can get away long enough to look you up. Do you go to lunch alone?”

Her eyes twinkled. “I can, and I go at 12:30.”

"I’ll walk in and ask you some phony question so you’ll know I’m there and then I’ll wait outside. I’ll be in a dark blue Ford F150 four door pickup with chrome wheels.”

“I can hardly wait, but we won’t have much time…”

“Can you take two hours?”

“I can get off for an hour and a half.”

“That’ll work.”

The redhead moved away from me, of course, just before her husband returned. I didn’t know what had taken him so long, but thank you hubby! Not two minutes later, that couple left and I was alone at my table.

I smiled. That four door pickup of mine just happens to have a nice big flat seat across the back. What would make it even better; I had driven here with a pillow and light blanket in the back in case my wife needed to nap. I knew exactly how I planned to put that pillow to good use when I got the redhead into the back.

With the lovely redhead gone, my attention returned to my wife. When one of the guys, he looked a little older and I’d say he was about 30, finally brought my wife back to our table, he asked if I minded their keeping her on the floor.

I looked at my wife and she sort of shook her head 'No,' and I knew she was enjoying herself. Since I'm not that much of a dancer, I grinned and said 'No I don't mind, just remember where you found her.'

That was all he needed to hear and within seconds my wife was on the floor again.

I didn’t have anyone to talk to so took advantage of the time to make my own trip to the restroom. When I got inside, I saw what might have caused her husband to take so long returning.

A guy came out of a stall next to me, saw me at one of the three urinals and whispered as he went by, “I wasn’t in there, but there’s a guy in the last stall and he’s giving blowjobs and swallowing.”

Not for me, but I wouldn’t be surprised if that husband who wouldn’t allow his wife to dance had gotten himself a blowjob.

There was a door open on the stall at the end. I couldn't see in from my angle but I'm sure the man waiting his turn just outside the door could.

At the end of one dance, a third or maybe fourth and different guy, he didn't bring her back to our table. Instead, I saw that he had taken my wife over to the table all the guys were gathered at and he was handing her his drink to take a sip from.

I watched as my wife appeared to ingest more than just a sip and I immediately thought of that stuff called BHP or whatever it is, and wondered if he was trying to drug her. But I was here, and that didn't seem likely.

Then my wife pointed towards the lady’s restroom, and I saw one guy walk with her and linger nearby while she went in and closed the door. Fuck! At that point this was getting kind of hard to believe. She's even got them ********* her to the restroom.

She must have squatted, taken a quick pee and got right up because it was only a couple of minutes before she was out and having her hand held on the way back onto the floor.

They finished a song, and when the next song started up, he kept her on the floor. I was watching while pretending not to watch, and at one point I saw that his hand was caressing her ass on top of her skirt. I was debating about having to go onto the floor and asking to dance with my own wife, but this time he returned her to the proper table. He even thanked me for allowing him to dance with her.

I noticed that each time my wife had been handed back to me, that the guys at that table seemed to go into an animated discussion about something and it was probably about my wife.

My wife seemed to have perked up at this point, and being happy, she downed another drink. By now I had had enough of this. When a different guy, I think number five came over to ask her to dance, my wife stood right up, so I really couldn't say no. Instead I told him that this would be her last dance because she was getting way too tipsy. 'OK,' he said, 'I'll bring her back at the end of this set.'

Well, the sets were two to three songs, so that meant he would have her out there for a while. Being tipsy myself, I commented 'Yeah, if she lasts that long.' He smiled and promised to return her safely.

This guy looked to be the youngest of the bunch and as far as I knew, my wife had not as yet been dancing with him. I estimated him at no more than 22, and I figured that my wife would not be all that attracted to him, even though he was tall and I would say, handsome.

But the set was a long one, three love songs. Since it was getting later in the evening, the management turned the lights on the dance floor a little lower. Even though it was dark, I saw when my wife and her new partner had revolved around one time and her rear was towards me, that he had pulled her skirt up and it looked like his right hand was directly on her ass.

WTF? I looked closer. Yes, her skirt was dangling down on each side of his hand, and her panties were pulled down so far that he was able to feel her bare ass with no panties in the way.

This sort of shocked me because the guy who now had his hand on her bare ass was not the first one I had seen doing it on the outside of her skirt. And she had danced with one or two more since him, so apparently, my wife wasn't being turned on by or maybe just allowing one guy to take liberties, she was turned on, period, to any guy who happened to be holding her.

I was relieved, in a way, by that thought. One guy could be more dangerous to my marriage than many. ‘We’re far from home so let them and her have fun,’ I figured. ‘In the morning she won’t remember any of their faces.’

This guy she was being fondled by was probably being a little more forward, or daring probably because of his youth and inexperience as to how to act around other men’s wives.

I must admit, I was enjoying this in some ways. I had always wanted to share my wife with some man, I mean, sexually, and watch as he enjoys her body, and then, later, in private, tell me his impressions of what it was like to fuck her and know, really know her body.

This dancing was not quite the same thing, but men were enjoying her and sharing those experiences with each other, that much I could determine. I was watching her now, all attention focused on what might happen now that this guy with her knows this is the last chance they get with her.

They did another slow revolve and now his left hand was on her rear, but I couldn't see his right hand as they came around. It seemed to be between them, and since it had to be somewhere, I assumed that now it was either on her panties in the front, or under them. My dick started tingling and grew to almost a full erection as I watched them.

If he is feeling her snatch and she allows him to put a finger in, he will be the first man ever besides me to discover how incredibly tight my wife is. As his finger is being clasped by her tight inner lips, he will learn a secret that until now, only I know. And my wife, what will she be thinking as he fingers her?

He was fingering her alright. I learned that when another couple on the floor that had been partially blocking my view moved out of the way. Now I could see my wife and I saw that her white panties were pulled down in the front as well as in the back, and they were way down, so far on her thighs that she was stretching them each time she moved a leg!

I licked my lips nervously and looked all around the club. Incredibly, no one on the dance floor or seated near me was seeing what I was seeing. Most people, I learned, are ******* of their surroundings, especially where alcohol is involved. The guys on the other side, his buddies, could see though, and they were cracking jokes and sometimes pointing as they watched my wife on the floor.

When the second song ended, he kept her in the center of the floor waiting for song three. Some other couples left the floor and some new ones came on. He kept her there with her skirt up and panties down, not moving, but his body was in close to hers and I couldn't see his right hand. Matter of fact, I couldn't see one of my wife's arms either. Are they playing with one another? I couldn't see for sure, but it looked like they could be.

The way they were standing, he could even have his dick out.

I was watching intently to see if he tried to kiss her, but any action between them, if there was any, was probably lower down. I had to wait through one more number, and if he didn't bring her back, I intended to go and get her.

During that 'last dance,' they more or less stayed in one location, an area of the floor away from me, and their feet did not do much moving. I suspected that his or maybe their hands were doing more moving then their legs.

My wife's hands, since she had her back to me, were not visible. If they aren't up on his shoulders or arms, where else could they be? This guy definitely was keeping her at the best angle away from my view. I actually would not be able to see or suspect anything, except for her panties down around her knees. He probably didn't know they had dropped that far.

When the song neared the end, I could see him reach down, then surprised when his hand only hit more skin, look further down and then begin helping her to pull her panties up. Yeah, they were helping one another because they had been so far down. Like to her knees!

When they came back to my table, my wife failed to meet my eyes with hers this time. She almost fell onto her chair and I told him that she was through for the night. He smiled and thanked me and said ‘your wife is a good dancer.’

I smiled as I stared at the first man, far as I knew, who had ever fingered my wife for sure. Here he was, a boy who had just become a man, age-wise. “She’s a good dancer even when she's pretty much ***** and out of it?”

“Yeah, even then she’s good. She seems to be a natural.”

Well, I don't think her dancing ability was the reason he and his buddies had kept her on the floor. Then, maybe it was because of the alcohol, I said something that I know shocked my wife.

“She probably would have done better at dancing if her panties weren’t falling way down her thighs.”

Shocked, he didn’t know how to respond to that, but then, as his eyes met mine, I winked.

“Yeah,” he grinned with a relieved look. “We had to stop moving and I had to help her pull them up. I think maybe the elastic was giving away.”

“Well, thanks for helping her.”

My wife looked horrified that I had seen what was happening, but she still managed a smile when the guy bent over, took her hand in his and kissed it, and then said “Thank you,” and moved away.

Since my wife had allowed him to take liberties, my mind went into overdrive as I considered inviting him back to the hotel, but I quickly forgot that thought when I remembered that he was with four other guys. And besides, he looked to be so young.

It was then that I saw it. As he turned away to return to his own table, the movement of his body twisting around revealed that his fly was open! I didn't see his cock, but I caught a flash of white underwear.

So he had his zipper down on the floor with my wife. Did he have his cock out? Had he placed her hand on it, maybe? I figured that probably he had.

That would be equal time, I figured. The redhead had been feeling my cock, and maybe my wife had been feeling one too.

Guessing game one: Who had the bigger cock?

So I asked her, but did so in a way that sounded good-natured. I was hoping, since she was obviously pretty soused, that she might let go a little and admit things to me. “Honey, since your panties were down, I am assuming that he was feeling you up, so did you have your hand on his cock?” I smiled.

She turned really red. “I…he wasn’t feeling me up.”

I gave her that look that married couples use when expressing doubt and she changed her story.

“O.K., he was feeling me up, and I did feel him for a little bit, but he grabbed my hand and put it there.”

"Baby, I believe that was a first for you...?"

She turned a bit red and lowered her eyes. "It was."

“Did he turn you on, and did you check him out for size?”

“I…I just had my hand around the middle, and it felt kind of thick, like you,” she hastily added. “But I never saw it and don’t know how long it was.”

“That couple I was sitting with saw what was happening,” I said.

Actually, they had already left before she had danced with that final guy, but I wanted her to know how public her display had been and feel guilty though I doubted few had noticed other than the guys in the group she had been dancing with.

My wife made a feeble attempt to explain. "When he took my hand and moved it down, I wasn't expecting it to be there, his cock," and I cut her off. “It’s alright honey. You’re a little bit ***** and besides, we don’t live here, remember?”

Immediately I regretted cutting her off. She had been about to tell me her thoughts when her hand had been placed on his cock, and I foolishly had cut her off, trying to act like I am understanding and didn't blame her for anything.

So, as it turned out, the first man to finger my wife had also been the possessor of the first strange cock she had felt. I wondered, when she had said it felt kind of thick,’ then hastily added, ‘like yours,’ if he had actually been thicker than my average cock and she was trying to reassure me.

Though they seemed friendly and harmless enough, I was concerned about those five guys so I told my wife that we needed to be going soon. She responded by finishing her drink and laying her head on my shoulder. The end result of all this was that she had gotten very, very ***** – more than I had seen ever before.

I kept her there for a few minutes until she felt well enough to walk. As I waited, I rubbed her leg on top of the skirt under the table. Then was when I felt it, the wet spot in her skirt. I explored, it seemed to be coming from underneath.

Being sort of sneaky so she wouldn't know what I was doing, I casually used my hand under the table to get her skirt up. Starting at the knee, my hand went up her left thigh. I didn't have to go very far before I felt it. Sure enough, there was what felt like cum all over her inner thigh.

Some of it had already turned watery. That was the part that had come down closer to her knee. But up high, it was still thick in consistency. I didn't like the idea of having to touch it, but I needed to know from whence it came.

Had it been deposited inside and was now coming from her vagina? As a matter of fact, I was wondering now if she still had panties on. He or she might somehow have gotten them off.

I could visualize that guy displaying her panties as a trophy to his buddies.

As I explored higher, I was relieved to find that she still had her panties, but the sticky and slimy cum went right up to where it was on her panties on the left side just above her thigh.

That young dude had climaxed on her!

Fuck me. My wife had been about to tell me her reaction to his placing her hand on his cock and I had cut her off. Did she jack him? Did she feel his hot orgasm hitting her high on the thigh? Surely she would have been aware of that. Shouldn't she? With drinks, you never know.

I felt around her pussy hair. It felt sort of slippery, but I think that was from pre-coital fluid. With her panties out of the way, he had probably been rubbing the head of his cock all over her snatch and had probably even tried to get it inside her. Failing that, or maybe making a partial penetration and falling out, he had shot off on the side of her pubic area.

He might have had his cock on her pussy before that but I was fairly sure he hadn't been inside her when he had blown his load since it was all off to the side, but since he had shot his load, I was now wondering if she had been jerking him off when it had happened, or maybe he had just shot off while playing with her snatch.

If she had allowed that, I wondered why he had not gotten his cock inside her first. It seemed like she might have allowed it to happen had he tried. I decided that maybe his cock just wasn't long enough to reach from the standing position.

At least I hoped that was the case if she had been holding it.

My wife was either not aware of his load being all over part of her, or maybe she just didn't care that I had discovered it, I didn't know. In any case, trying to clean up the evidence and keep the cum from running further down her leg, I sort of used her skirt to mop it up while pretending to be just caressing her legs.

While I kept looking back to make sure we weren’t being followed, we staggered back to the hotel where, since we had been having so much fun, I decided a night-cap was in order. Also, in the back of my mind was this fantasy of maybe finding a guy to go up to our room with us.

I might have allowed her last dance partner to come along, but like I said, he had been with four other guys. That potential problem I had not wanted to deal with, especially since two I think or maybe three of his buddies had also been handling her.

This was a night that I was reluctant to bring to an end, especially since it was still early. My wife probably didn't need a nightcap but we went into the lounge and she had another Bacardi. That was it, I turned around from a discussion with one of the guests to see her unconscious, and any amount of poking and pushing didn't bring her around.

She was out for the count. I glanced at my watch, heck it isn't even eleven yet. But we had started on this binge early.

I needed to get her to the room, and that would be an excellent opportunity to have a man in the room with us.

I looked around. All of the male guests in the lounge, and there were only four, had a partner. Whether they were married partners I did not know, but there was no one to maybe, invite. But help was on the way when the bartender suggested someone after he saw how fucked up my wife was.

The hotel night porter, a young guy called Mike in his early twenties, helped me lift her by the arms and as some of the guests pointed and laughed we walked my wife between us and carried her out of the lounge and down the hallway towards the elevator. There, she almost slumped to the floor. I smilingly suggested that from here on we probably needed to actually carry her.

I knew that carrying her would probably result in my wife’s legs being *******, and maybe a little more. We were out of sight of the patrons in the bar, so I wasn't too worried about what they might think.

I was eyeballing Mike while he was eyeballing my wife. He looked sort of dark, Hispanic maybe, but his English was perfect. He seemed muscular and the extra pounds he was carrying were mostly in the right places.

I suggested that he take her lower half, and he smiled as he bent over to take each of her legs. Up they came as he held her by the ankles, but her legs were together, and her skirt was staying down where nothing was showing.

I grunted as I lifted her upper half. I was drunker than I had thought, and she felt really heavy as I hoisted her up. I sort of stumbled forward, then took another bite on my handholds as I lifted her higher.

“Do you need any help?”

I turned toward the voice. It was a young guy, by himself and he had come out of nowhere.

“Sure,” I said as I carefully released my wife and moved to turn her upper half over to him. Though I was perfectly capable of carrying my wife, or at least one-half, I made up an excuse. “I’m pretty fucked up from drinks so any help will be appreciated. We need to get her to the third floor.”

“Is she your wife?”

“No, I found her on the sidewalk outside,” I joked.

“Really?” His eyebrows went up in surprise.

I laughed. “Yeah she’s my wife. Her getting plastered like this is a first.”

This new guy held her under her arms and Mike carried her legs. I noticed how Mike glanced down occasionally as they carried her into the elevator, and Mike was obviously having a view partway up her skirt. The two men sort of stood her up in the elevator and held her as we rode to the third floor.

No one said a word, and I wondered if their minds were thinking along the same lines that mine was.

Coming out of the elevator they had to carry her again, and this time as Mike picked her bottom half up by both legs, her left leg slipped out of his grasp and fell to the floor. (Slipped on purpose out of his grip, maybe?). Immediately, with her skirt raised and her legs spread, we all could see up the inside of her left thigh. Not as high as her panties, but almost.

So when Mike sort of stepped around to reach down to grab that leg by the ankle, he instead ended up standing between her spread legs with his arms hooked under her knees. This had the effect of her skirt rising clear up around her mid thighs.

Just like that, Mike was in the fucking position between my wife's legs. Her silky white panties were showing quite visibly for Mike, and also for the other guy because each time they took a step my wife’s body would sort of fold up and he would get a glance at her panties.

Both Mike and the other guy looked at me sort of shocked like, waiting to see my reaction at my wife being so ******* down low, and I smiled and said, “That's O.K.; she’s not revealing any more than the bikini she was wearing on the beach showed. You two just hold her and let's get her into the room.”

Of course I knew better. There is a big difference between seeing a woman in her panties compared to a bathing suit. We walked down the hall to our room more sideways than front to back. Admittedly, it was easier for Mike to carry his half that way, and I am sure he was seeing still more of her inner thighs.

This was damned exciting! A man was between my wife's legs and another man was carrying her top half. I noticed now, since he was holding her under the arms that his hands were over her boobs. True, she was dressed and out cold, but still...my mind was working overtime, and I was wondering what these men must be thinking.

I used the magnetic card, a new kind that you just pass over a spot on the door instead of inserting or swiping it, and opened the door while they sort of shifted around in an effort to keep holding my wife, who I am sure at the moment was dead weight.

"I know she's heavy guys. One more room to go."

We had a two-room suite plus bath rather than just a room and they had to carry her though a second door to get to the bed. I knew before we got to the bed exactly how I planned to have them deposit her on the bed and what would happen.

“I guess you can just stand sideways to the bed and sort of swing her body out and toss her.”

I think they knew, too, just how she would land.

I could tell that my wife was dead weight now and probably seemed heavy for her 100 pounds and as they sort of swung her out and dropped her on the bed on her back; her skirt went up as her legs flew out and opened.

There was silence as we all stared. With her knees in the bent and pointing off to each side position my wife was giving all three of us a good shot of her body from the navel down.

It was then that the thought hit me: she isn’t wearing any panty hose. But for now, I was glad.

We kept staring. There they were, her inner thighs and her white panties, complete with her slit showing through since the center of her panties were pulled up into her crack.

You could even see her ass crack defined in the panties and most of her ass cheeks.

I looked at her left thigh and the panties real hard and couldn't see any evidence, real evidence of the cum that guy had shot on her, so I must have done a good job of rubbing it in.

Boom! Just like that Mike and this other guy were seeing my wife being ******* in what should and would have been a highly embarrassing pose had she been awake. As her husband, it was up to me to be the person defending my wife’s honor and protecting her modesty, but I too was *****, though nowhere to the level of my wife.

Being '*****' though was a good excuse for me to be allowing what is happening. Besides, I had this fantasy about her, and part of it was having other men seeing her *******.

I didn't want this moment to end, so I just stood there and stared at her, acting like it was the first time that I had ever seen my wife like this.

“I guess she’s really *****. Look at her, so dead to the world.”

Mike did not know what to say since my wife, a guest of the hotel, was so *******, so he just stood there and stared as he waited for my reaction. The other guy seemed to be waiting for me to say something more.

I took it good-heartedly and laughed as I said, “She's really out of it,” and reaching down, I slowly pulled her legs down so that they were level on the bed and closed her legs into a more comfortable position. Still, I did not close her legs all that far nor did I pull her skirt down, and her panties continued to show.

The crack in her panties between her lips was now even more defined since it appeared to be deeper because her legs were not spread as far.

That action, me not completely covering her modesty told those two guys that I was not minding or upset that they were seeing my wife with her legs spread and panties being revealed. I mentioned already that her panties were pulled up into the crack, but it was more than that. My wife trims her bush, leaving just a mound of hair on each side of her lips.

That mound was now causing her panties to push outward, and that, combined with the panties being pulled up into the slit, really, and I mean really made her pussy show. It was almost like my wife was naked.

The fact that there was a wet spot showing in the center of the panties, right between those two mounds, added to the eroticism.

“I guess I'll be going now,” Mike said, reluctantly. “They’ll be expecting me back in the lobby.”

I knew that Mike didn’t want to leave and maybe allow the other guy to have a chance to stay behind and get to do who knows what, but Mike had to get back to work. His eyes remained locked on her snatch. Then something occurred to me. ‘We’re in a hotel and Mike works here! He counts on tips.’

“Wait just a minute Mike, and thanks for your help,” I said as I remained right beside the bed, keeping him there as well for a nice long look while I slowly dug into my pants, opened my billfold and handed him a twenty dollar tip.

Mike's eyes were still on my wife's ******* lower half and he said the tip wasn't necessary, but of course he accepted it. He held out his hand, but all the time he kept staring down at my wife.

“Seems like I should be paying you.”

“Why’s that,” I said as I dropped the twenty into his hand?”

He smiled. “For getting to see what I’m seeing.”

“Yeah, but you had to do a lot of work getting her up here, you and our friend here,” I said, nodding at the other guy.

Mike looked over at the helpful other guy and nodded, I think jealously. ”I really need to get downstairs and back to work.”

“Yeah, and I guess I'd better undress her for bed.”

The other guy grinned and piped in. “You don’t need to give me a tip,” he said, laughing. “Seeing your beautiful wife, like that, is tip enough for me.”

“Thank you,” I replied. “But I doubt my wife would have been happy about it if she was sober.”

He hesitated. “Do you mind if I use your bathroom before I go?

“Sure, go ahead,” I replied, nodding my head towards the door to the bathroom. I was thinking that I needed to go as well.

It was possible that he was using the bathroom as an excuse not to have to leave my room at the same time as Mike. That would give him a chance to be alone with me, with us, after Mike is gone.

Mike was the one who had my interest. I had started with Mike, and I wanted him to see more of my wife as I somehow found a way to remove more articles of clothing. I stood there awkwardly for a moment, wondering if I should partially undress my wife while Mike was still here or maybe even ask him to help, and Mike, thinking I was waiting for him to go, left.

A minute later the other guy came out of the bathroom, his name turned out to be Ken, and he seemed to linger, so I began undressing my wife without saying anything further to him.

Of course he did not head for that door.

My heart was beating rather rapidly as I thought of what Ken was seeing as I removed her skirt and blouse and undressed my wife down to her undies and left her that way, flat on her back without putting her under the covers. There she was, with her white bra and panties showing completely and it was easy to see that even on her back my wife was filling out the bra.

I turned around and looked at Ken. “Well Ken, I see that you are still here. I want you to know that since you helped out and didn’t receive a tip like the bellhop did, I thought you deserved a better look.”

I pointed at my wife “There she is Ken, my beautiful and innocent wife in her bra and panties. I don’t know what got into her tonight to be drinking so much, but the result is that you are seeing her like no other man has ever seen her."

There, I had managed to get that out. My wife. Innocent. No man...ever. I felt my heart start pounding in hopes of what I wanted to hear.

He responded appropriately.

She looks beautiful,” said Ken, his appreciation obvious in his voice. Then he looked harder at me. “Did you say… innocent?”

“A virgin when I married her,” I said proudly.

"Lucky you," he said, "because she's a looker."

That gave me an idea, a wildly insane idea. “Ken, you’ll be leaving soon, but before you go I need you to do something for me.”

Ken sort of frowned, but his eyes told me that his mind was working overtime.

“Sure. What’s that?”

“Can you stick around for a few minutes?”

“Why…yes, of course!”

I come up with a fantasy.

I lowered my voice, almost to a whisper. “I need to go to the bathroom, but while I’m in there, you can watch over my wife for me. She’s out and wouldn’t know it if someone was to maybe…sneak into the room and feel her up a little.”

“Feel her up?”

“Yes. I need you to protect her. Keep someone from doing it to her, but if he was, he would have to do it very gently so she wouldn’t wake up.” I emphasized the words as I repeated them, “If someone was to sneak in here while I’m in the bathroom he could very gently sneak some feels of my wife’s body.

If you weren’t out here to protect her, I wouldn’t know he’s doing it. And then after a couple of minutes, maybe four or five, I’d come out and not even know about it.”

Ken stared at me for a few seconds, his eyes bright. “Like a fantasy then, you say that someone could feel up her body? Would a person that daring be feeling just the upper, or…” he stared down again at my wife, looking so lovely, “or both ends?”

I nodded. “All of it. No one has ever done that, not even seen her nude let alone touch her. Except for me, she’s completely a virgin. So the way she is now, out like a light, an intruder could come in and see and feel her everywhere and he wouldn’t even know that he’s the only one to ever do it except for her husband.”

He still couldn’t believe it, it seemed. “Everywhere…as in…?

“Yes, everywhere.” I looked serious. “Remember, I’m in the bathroom and I wouldn’t know that anyone was doing it. Take Mike for instance, the guy who just left. He might have a passkey. That’s why I need you out here.

If you weren’t watching her for me, someone who snuck in could even pull her bra out of the way, but leave it on so that he could get it back over her breasts before I come out. He could even feel under her panties if it doesn’t seem to be waking her up.”

I looked into Ken’s face. “A man could be doing that while she’s alone and out, and I wouldn’t even know it.”

“I’ll protect her.” Boy were his eyes ever big, as in hopeful?

I nodded and headed towards the bathroom, and then stopped. “It feels like I might need to spend some additional time in the bathroom, sitting. I need you to stay because anyone sneaking in could try doing more than I said he could do. I’ll be in there for a while so you need to stand guard for sure."

“Would that be more of your fantasy?”

“Yeah, I just thought of it. All she has in the way is panties and it would be easy for someone to take advantage. I sure wouldn’t want that to happen since no one has ever been into her pussy besides me.”

I guess that pretty much told him what I was suggesting.

Nodding, Ken stared at my wife and repeated what I had said to clarify. “All she has is just panties in the way, so I guess she would be pretty vulnerable like that. Will you be checking to see if I am watching over her?”

“I might, I don’t know yet. But if I do, you won’t know that I’m doing it. I trust you.”

“I understand.”

Then the fantasy began. I looked around the room and then at Ken like I was starting over. “Ken? I need to go to the bathroom, and I might have to sit for a while. Would you mind staying here and watch over my wife while I’m gone and just leave her like you found her?

Ken grinned. “I’d be glad to.”

I stripped down to my underwear and I noticed Ken checking out my nearly total bulge.as I was going in and closing the door. My cock was aimed down the inside left leg of my underwear but it was pushing out on the left side in an effort to rise. I had brought my trousers complete with billfold with me just in case. I was ‘trusting’ Ken with my wife but trust only goes so far.

Once inside, I noisily dropped the toilet seat, then sat down and took a long and noisy piss, pushing my semi-erect cock down and aiming into the center of the bowl so Ken could hear it. Then, when I was done pissing, I took a crap, wiped, then wiped some more, then I flushed the toilet and after it was done filling I turned on the sink and spent two or three minutes washing my hands.

Yes, I had left my wife alone with Ken, but unless he was really fast with the hard on he really didn’t have time to do anything more than sneak some good feels, I figured. Two minutes for feeling her breasts, another two minutes checking out her pussy, and then he would need five minutes more to do some deep exploring.

I estimated that it had been seven or eight minutes since I had closed the bathroom door. That was too long, probably.

I thought I heard a noise, like my wife making a gasping sound. I went over to the door and listened. I couldn’t hear my wife now but I could hear a sound like the bed shaking, and it was a steady sound. Then I heard my wife again and knew, she was making moaning sounds.

I noticed as I was holding my cock that it was shiny all over the head and slippery from where I had been half-hard and dripping pre-fluid while Mike and Ken were staring at my wife on the bed, and now it was dripping again.

I very quietly opened the door six inches. Oh joy. The first thing I saw was what might be the nicest-looking ass on a man I had ever seen. Ken had his pants pulled down below his ass and was over my wife. In order to be able to get her panties back where they belonged in a hurry if need be, he had pulled her panties down and then, after folding her legs at the waist, ran them up her thighs.

Her legs were together from thighs to knees, but her pussy was still accessible from underneath. Ken was keeping her legs over his shoulders while moving that nice ass of his back and forth. I estimated by how far his ass was moving that he must be running a fairly long penis into her.

For the first time another man is in my wife!

His dangly balls were blocking the view each time he went deep, but each time he pulled back I could see cock. I couldn’t see much of his cock from my angle, only a couple of inches perhaps, but enough to see that my wife’s pussy lips were being spread by a cock that was average in thickness in the shaft, but I couldn’t tell how long it was or how thick he was in the head.

At last! Another man was inside my wife and enjoying the delicious feel of her warm, snug pussy. For years I had wanted to share the feel of her with a friend, any man that knew me and that I could trust so that he would know how lucky I was to have a body like hers to enjoy.

Now a man was actually getting to know my wife in that manner, but unfortunately, he was a stranger who would never see her, or more importantly, me, again. I would not get a chance to discuss it later and take enjoyment as I heard his comments of how delicious my wife’s pussy is. Besides, he was supposed to be guarding my wife, not fucking her.

But for now, his pleasure was my pleasure.

Another minute passed and the excitement grew. He was using quite long strokes and pumping steadily and his larger than mine balls were visibly bouncing off her ass cheeks. His ass looked really good, with cheeks that were firm and well-shaped. Had I been gay, I would have been over there.

That ass would look really good with my wife’s fingers digging into it, but she was out.

He had pulled her bra up over her tits and was cupping each breast in his hands. Then when I finally managed to pull my eyes away from their lower halves I saw something that surprised me. My wife was reaching up and holding his shoulders with her hands. Reaching up! Is she awake? I didn’t know, but she again let out a low moan.

And then I saw something else. It looked like, I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like my wife was fucking back at him with her hips.

Just then Ken started turning his head in my direction and I quickly pulled the door closed. I am pretty sure he didn’t see me. This needed to remain a fantasy, and for that, Ken needed to be doing this without my knowledge and behind my back.

A minute more went by, then two, and then more, and Ken kept pumping as I listened.

I opened the door again, and this time I saw that Ken was pressing my wife’s legs down with his body so that he was almost lying on her. The fronts of her thighs were now sort of squashing her tits and he was unable to be feeling them with his hands as a result, but he was reaching with his upper body past her knees and had his lips on hers!

‘They’re kissing! Or at least, he is.’ I studied my wife’s face, and it looked like she was moving her lips against his because I could see her cheeks moving as I slipped quietly out of the bathroom and moved up and below him.

Now I could see how it looked from the back and close up as a man’s cock was stretching my wife’s lips. Below that I could see his tight balls bouncing off her ass cheeks, and her pussy and ass crack was looking all shiny anywhere near where his cock was doing its’ work.

Perhaps best of all, I could even hear how her tightness was creating friction between their thrusting genitals.

Then I saw my wife make a move that told me she might be aware of being fucked as her left arm came up and she held the back of his head as they continued to kiss.

His head started to look back in my direction and I ducked down and to his left. He didn’t see me but I figured I needed to return to the bathroom. I snuck away and closed the door again and waited.

I held onto my stiff cock and listened for the bedsprings to quit making noise, but they did not stop until after I had heard another, longer moan from my wife. Is she cumming? I wanted her to cum and I didn’t.

If my wife was cumming it would seem that she’d be awake and she would know that I was allowing a stranger to fuck her. She might get mad, but then, how could she blame me after the way she had acted with those men on the dance floor?

But being so ***** at the time, she might not remember the action on the dance floor and still blame me. Then I heard another sound, and it sounded like the man inside my wife was cumming as he let out a long soft groan. But even though he might have been trying to keep quiet, I heard it. I waited another sixty seconds. It seemed to be quiet now, out there.

My heart was pounding so hard it seemed that if anyone were near me, they would surely hear. My wife has just been fucked, and a strange man just dumped his load into her!

I sort of rattled the door handle before I turned it. I put my mind into a mode of not knowing or seeing Ken as he had fucked my wife. I wanted to ‘discover’ it by any other evidence I could find.

Then I came out of the toilet with half an erection showing in my underwear, and Ken greeted me with a grin and a red face. His pants were done up but he looked like he had just jumped back and away from my wife.

I pretended to study my wife, as if seeing her for the first time. She was in the almost identical position that I had left her in, but there were some subtle changes. For one, I saw that the back edge of her panties were pulled down under her ass cheeks like he had not had time to get them back up around her and towards her waist. Also the elastic edge around the top was folded under at one point.

“Did you keep my wife safe and sound? No one snuck in?”

“I kept my eye on her the whole time. She’s like a baby in her crib, sleeping nice and quiet.”

“Good. I was worried that someone might sneak in and stretch her tiny snatch.”

“He smiled. “Her tiny snatch was safe with me.”

I pretended not to see or suspect anything, and I wondered if he knew I had been peeking.

There was more evidence. I could see two indentations in the mattress between her legs, indentations his knees would have made as he pulled my wife’s legs up against his chest after pulling her panties down and then running them up her thighs and out of the way so that he could fuck her with her legs together at the knees.

I pretended not to see any of these things as my eyes also took in the fact that his zipper was undone.

So it was almost for sure, even had I not stolen a peek. Ken had been fucking my wife’s married snatch and hopefully, feeling her breasts.

I acted as if I was *******. “Well Ken,” I yawned. “She looks to be the same as when I left her. Thanks for your help in getting my wife into the room and into bed and watching over her for me. Is there anything else you need?”

I was offering, maybe, to give him more time if he needed it.

“No, I’m fine,” he grinned. “Everything has come out just fine tonight.”

I hoped by ‘come out’ that he had meant his orgasm. I yawned again and reaching out, shook his hand.

“Thanks again for your help in protecting my wife’s innocence. Now I need to get to bed.”

Fuck, at that point I so much wanted to discuss his fucking my wife, but that would be ruining the fantasy.

“It was my pleasure,” he beamed. “Always glad to be of assistance.”

We walked through into the sitting room. Once away from my wife, he looked funny, then added, “You asked me to watch over your wife so that nobody could sneak in and touch her body or maybe stretch her tiny snatch. I must confess, I thought about doing it myself.”

My heart leaped. “But you were a good boy, right?”

“It was hard, being good! I probably missed out on having my hands on and feeling a fabulous pair of tits on a beautiful woman. That would have made my cock get super hard and cause me to go further, like having a really tight married pussy wrapping itself around my dick as I work it in and giving me a feeling that is out of this world.”

He pulled his eyes away from my wife in the other room on the bed and glanced at me for maybe, some answer. I gave him one. “Yeah, that’s what you would have felt. My wife has always had a super tight pussy, and that was a good guess on your part about how she would feel.”

Then he told me something I needed to know.

“If I or someone else had entered her super tight pussy, I know for my part it would have been a really tight fit around my head, which is thicker than my shaft, and your innocent wife might have let out a gasp or maybe even awakened a little and looked up at me as I sort of stuffed it in."

I nodded in agreement, my eyes wide. "Yes, I'm sure if that had happened she might have made a noise or woke up some."

He continued. "And once I got the head in, it might have taken me four or five more strokes to bury it, but if I had snuck my seven-and-one-half-inch-long circumcised cock into your wife I probably would have gotten so excited while feeling her super tight and warm pussy that I would have shot a load into her maybe harder than any woman I’ve ever had.”

I was speechless as I thought about what he had just said.

He sighed and looked down at her. “Besides, with me so deep into her she probably would have stayed awake to some degree and maybe start returning my kisses and stuff, like using her tongue and moving her lovely ass, so it’s good that I left her alone. You know, if I had done all that stuff, she would have had at least two orgasms, and maybe three.”

‘She came three times, he says?’ My heart leaped into my throat, but it was from excitement, not jealousy.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t give in to your urges and disturb her sleep. Ken, thanks again for keeping an eye out while I was busy in the bathroom.”

“Goodnight.” Our eyes met and after shaking my hand, Ken was gone.

Things were very quiet as I rubbed my stiff prick and thought about our conversation. Ken had cleverly been able to tell me, without admitting his ‘guilt,’ how much he had enjoyed having my wife and what he had used on her while she seemed to respond..

I continued with my fantasy. I had seen the clues. He had looked guilty. Had Ken fucked my wife while I was busy in the bathroom? As soon as I thought about it, I went right over and pulled my wife’s panties down. It looked like Ken might have fucked her, I was somewhat sure of it by the way her pussy looked, still opened slightly and sort of red in color all around the edges of her inner lips.

My slipping a finger inside, and then two, brought out a large amount of cum. It felt warm to the touch as I felt and sniffed it, but that was probably the heat from her pussy that had kept it warm. I ran it around between my thumb and forefinger, feeling squishy little lumps.

Evidence! It was cum for sure, from a man and not pussy juice from a woman.

I allowed my mind to work its way through my fantasy. ‘Son of a bitch! I trusted that guy to watch my wife while I was in the bathroom and he took advantage! Yes, Ken had been given enough time, apparently, to fondle and fuck and then release his load into her.

I reached in again with two fingers, stretching her tightness in the process, and brought out an even larger blob of joy juice. That sneaky Ken had really dumped a big load into her innocent and married snatch.

I resisted the urge to taste it. That, I felt, I could not stomach.

Despite the fact that I was upset over how Ken had betrayed my ‘trust,’ I was glad that Ken had been able to finish in her. A man had enjoyed my wife’s body and I did not have to concern myself as to whether my wife had enjoyed fucking him more than me or maybe getting ideas about cheating on me. That is, if she did not remember what had just happened to her lovely body?

This was a fantasy that both Ken and I would never forget. The only mystery for me would be how much my wife would have enjoyed his cock had she been completely awake. Ken had been equipped with a longer than mine cock and been able to bury it deep into my wife. Had she been aware as he deposited his load way up inside her?

I carefully wiped and dried my wife’s abused snatch as best I could. How many men had fondled and maybe fingered it tonight before that Ken character had managed to sneak in a fuck? I thought back: my wife had danced with three; no four of those guys and every one of them had her on the floor for more than one dance.

I wanted to fuck her right now. To feel and enjoy the knowledge that I am getting sloppy seconds on my wife. To feel Ken's cum enveloping my cock and bathing it in soothing lotion as I plunder my wife's no longer innocent pussy.

I almost crawled into bed, but she seemed to be deep into a sleep, and it didn't seem right to be bothering her just yet.

I was still too fired up to sleep, so decided to have a quick watch of the TV before crashing out. I covered her body, then closed the door between the two roms. Just for a little while, I thought.

Instead, I ended up watching a full movie for over an hour and a half. My peter was tingling constantly in my hand but I wanted to wait long enough for my wife to sober up a little before mounting her.

Before I had gone to bed, there was a quiet knock at the door. It was a knock intended to gain the attention of anyone awake, but not to awaken. I knew before I answered the door whom it would be, but I still looked through the peek hole in the door.

Sure enough, it was Mike and I immediately opened the door. Mike seemed surprised at such a quick response as he glanced down at my shorts and smiled since I did not seem embarrassed to be answering the door like that.

“Did that other guy leave?” He looked past me and into the room, but of course he could not see into the bedroom since I had closed the door.

“Right after you,” I fibbed.

Mike said that he was off duty now but just wanted to know if my wife was OK. I knew right then that he was doing more than just checking on my wife's condition. He had noticed maybe, that I had not seemed to mind and had not pulled her skirt down while he was getting a good look at my wife's panties with the slit so obvious.

He was waiting, I knew, anxiously. I would either say goodnight and close the door, or, he hoped, invite him in.

I replied that I thought she was OK, told him that I had just finished watching an entire movie and invited him in while I checked on her. Mike probably noticed that I now had a visible bulge showing as we went through the second door.

There she laid, my recently fucked but still technically innocent wife. The bed cover up to her waist, she was lying in bed mainly on her back, with her head to one side, still unconscious. Her low cut and white lacy brassiere was barely covering her nipples since it seemed to have been pulled down some.

Strangely, I wished now that I had removed her brassiere when I had undressed her. In that case I could have said something like, ”Oh, I didn't realize she had pulled the cover down,' while all the while Mike could be viewing her breasts.

I beckoned him over to her, pointing out that she seemed to be breathing freely, and should be alright (except for maybe a headache) in the morning.

"She's very attractive....and she has a nice figure" observed Mike. That set me off immediately. He was giving me compliments about the way my wife looked. And that's what I wanted to hear.

My fantasies about my wife consisted of men seeing her, maybe touching and fucking her, and paying me compliments for allowing them to see her and also telling me how good she was feeling if they got to fuck her.

But of course, in all my fantasies until tonight, my wife had been awake.

At this point and I still don't know why since Mike would know that my wife was not giving her consent; I asked Mike if he would like to see her tits. This was the real thing and not a fantasy like it had been with Ken. Mike looked at me and said that he would.

My heart was pounding. This time I would be right there as someone fucked my wife. I looked at him real serious like and told him that as far as I knew, no one but me had ever seen her naked breasts in over 20 years of marriage.

He smiled and said, 'I can keep a secret,' but of course that was silly since we were tourists and he didn't know anyone we knew.

Hoping that he would give the right response, I took a deep breath and pulled the brassiere down to her waist to reveal her well-proportioned, rounded breasts. They only flattened out about halfway on her back, so enough remained to grab hold of with a hand. She has medium sized nipples, between brown and pink in color, which Mike was eying with interest.

"Very nice" he said with wide eyes.

That was the kind of response I wanted to hear. “Of course,” I said, “if she was standing, they would look bigger.”

Then Mike surprised me when he asked, “And they're still firm enough to not droop down?”

“Yes,” I answered proudly. “Even though she’s now over 40, they only droop a little, but still point almost straight out.” I realized at this point that Mike was treating this like a teacher/student relationship, with me being the teacher.

My heart was pounding as I told Mike that if he was being careful not to awaken her that he could touch them if he wanted and he responded by holding his hands out and forward and simulated gently kneading them with both hands.

I nodded. “Yes, like that, but first,” I said,” let me turn on my camera.” I grabbed my camera, and turning it on, set it on the dresser facing the bed. I was hoping that it was aimed at where the action would be since I could not get behind the camera and look through the viewer.

He waited for my nod and leaning over, gently placed both hands over her breasts. I moved closer, being careful not to block the camera, and noticed that her nipples had already grown erect from his touch. Would my wife’s nipples do that if she is out cold from drinking? I didn't know. But I was watching her eyes, and they remained closed.

Then Mike asked me if he could kiss them. I thought ‘Why not’, and said yes. To this he knelt beside the bed and leaned over. He kissed and licked her nipples, then, going much further, he did her neck and body down to her waist.

I almost giggled out loud when the thought hit me. 'What if he starts licking on her thigh where she has dried cum?'

That more encouraged than discouraged me as I gently pulled the cover further down on her body. There she was, bra and panties only, and the bra was already off her tits. Her panties? Wetter looking now in the center then when Mike had last seen them, but the crack still showed through.

He looked up at me and said "I am getting really hard". I looked down and could see the bulge in his trousers. The fact that Ken had already snuck a fuck with my wife a couple of hours before made no difference here. Mike was a new guy for my fantasies, and I was thinking of this as being a first time thing.

I was finding the process of this young guy working on my wife a real turn-on. His excitement had become my excitement and though I am not gay, I wanted to see the erection my wife had caused on him. At that point I wasn't thinking of his penetrating her, but I definitely wanted Mike to have the opportunity to finish all this with an orgasm.

Then it occurred to me that since the camera was rolling I would really love to see him cum on her tits, so I told him "It's probably too risky to try more, but you can jerk-off over her if you want?"

"You sure?" he replied, and I said “Yes, on her tits.” I guess he wasn't afraid to reveal his cock to another man since he stood right up and started undoing his fly while I carefully dragged my wife, the top half first and then the bottom, over to where he could stand over her at the edge of the mattress.

"I think I'll just go ahead and drop my trousers," Mike said, to which I agreed was best. He allowed them to drop to the floor around his ankles.

Then I saw why he wasn't afraid to reveal his equipment when he pulled out a rather large cock through the opening in the front of his underwear. It was well on the way to being hard as he tugged the foreskin back. He saw me looking and I swear, my looking seemed to make his cock get hard instantly. It went from maybe seven inches to nine in the time it took me to take a second glance!

I wanted to feel that cock in my hands right now, but I couldn't do that since Mike was just supposed to be jerking off over my wife. If he was officially going to fuck her, I would have the 'right' to be feeling his cock to see what my wife will get getting. So I had to content myself with just looking.

It was thick and had a veiny look, all around the shaft. To me those bulging veins made it look like a French tickler. I instantly thought: ‘A woman could probably feel those ridges as he strokes in and out.’

I hoped he wouldn't think I was gay when I commented, “Mike, that's a nice cock.”

He smiled in response and I suggested that he go ahead and remove his pants from around his ankles. He did, setting them on top of the dresser near the camera and tugging off his underwear, placed them there as well.

Now I could see his balls, and they looked to be about the same size as mine, but the skin around them was tighter, making them look more like two distinct balls and not just a big sack like mine looks. .

He stood over my wife, looking down at her breasts, and started massaging his dick.

“Let me get that camera so I can get in close.” My hands shaking, I picked up the camera and started aiming.

I suggested that we may be able to get it in her mouth and Mike moved into position with his cock near her face. Holding my camera, I carefully pulled her lower jaw down with my one free hand and I noticed Mike's hand was shaking as he aimed and slid his cock in.

Just like he might be doing with her pussy, the head of his dick had to open and spread her lips so he could get it inside her mouth.

“Not too deep.” I didn't want her to gag and Mike had to make sure his cock was aimed sideways at her inside cheek and not her throat.

“Don't cum in her mouth. Not while she is out like this.” Mike was getting the head completely inside now and it was no longer visible to my view.

“Don't worry. Mmmm, aww fuck. Her mouth is so nice and warm around my cock.”

His cock was noticeably thicker and longer than mine, and I was already thinking ahead about rather or not I should allow him to stick it in her pussy. But first he was using her mouth. He got almost a third of it in and as he pushed gently in and out, we could see her cheek bulging in rhythm.

“Shit. I can feel her tongue all along the side of my dick. It sure feels good.”

Somehow, I don't know through her nose or in her mouth around his cock, she was managing to keep breathing. I told him to play with her breasts at the same time he was fucking her mouth. Mike fucked her mouth and fondled her tits for a few minutes, and I thought I could see signs of pleasure on her face but of course that was only in my fantasies.

Then he removed his cock, and I saw the shiny fluid of her saliva covering that fat head. “I was getting too close to hold back,” he admitted, and I nodded understandably. Wanting to go further, I suggested he might like to see the rest of her body, fully *******, and he stood back.

I set the camera on the dresser facing the bed and pulled the bedclothes off her legs completely. For her age, she looks damned good. Flat stomach to go along with those nice breasts and a set of hips designed for pleasure.

“Fuck! She's nice.”

Of course Mike had already seen the lower half with panties, but now he would be seeing all of her body being *******. In response, I nodded and reaching down, I opened her legs until they were almost two feet apart at the ankles.

Obviously Mike liked what he was seeing, but I noticed that his eyes were fixated on that area between her legs. She was still wearing her panties, which I then started to remove. She was lying on them, and Mike reached down and grabbing one side, tugged while I pulled on the other side.

Under her ass they came, then down her thighs as we stretched them wide so that they could go past her parted knees, and off. Both of us stood up straight for a moment and stared at her pussy, looking so good, the lips, the parts that show, looking shiny.

Next I moved her legs further apart and gently raised one of her knees while I made sure not to block the camera so that the camera would be seeing the same view as Mike. Sure enough, as I spread her, those little mounds of hair parted even further and both her outer and inner lips came into view. With her pussy now fully ******* I enjoyed seeing Mike as he stared at it intensely. His right hand was pulling on his foreskin, forward and back.

"Lovely pussy" he gasped and I was about to tell him to get a feel but his free hand was already moving towards it. The student was now moving on his own. He gently stroked her trimmed pubic hair and rubbed her clitoris.

“Use both hands to look inside,” I suggested as I again picked up my camera and aimed it at my wife.

Grinning broadly, Mike released his throbbing penis from his grasp, and using the fingers of both hands, gently tugged her outer lips apart. This had the effect of opening her, but not as much as I wanted. “Pull those other lips opened, the inner ones.”

He moved his fingers to the inner lips and carefully pulled them apart, and Mike then discovered what I had already known for years. My wife's hole is small and deliciously tight, and Ken’s slim cock in the shaft had apparently, left her hole that way.

Mike’s eyes were wide as he tugged on her lips, trying to open her more and not managing to do so. “She's really small,” he said, almost in awe.

I was catching all on video and I had a thought about another man seeing this same view at a later time as I answered Mike.

“Yes. We've never had any children, and she's always taken care of that little beauty.”

"Can I put my finger in?" he asked. I looked up from my lens and nodded, then aimed my camera again. "But be gentle, we don't want to wake her up". He had commented on how small her hole looked and now I waited anxiously to see if he would also take notice of how tight she is.

A pussy can have what looks like a small hole, but that doesn't necessarily guarantee tightness. Those lips need to be tight and unstretched to give the feeling of tightness, and inside, also not all stretched out.

He did. Holding her opened with one hand, Mike pushed the forefinger of his other hand partway into my wife's gaping pussy and smiled. “She's already a little bit wet.” I noticed that his large cock seemed to get even bigger as he pushed further in with his finger. At the moment his cock was hanging free and waving back and forth as Mike felt up my wife.

“And your findings,” I asked?

“Geez, she's really tight, even around my finger.”

Even around his finger? Mike, it was obvious, was already thinking of how she would feel wrapped around his cock. It sounded like he was assuming that I was going to allow him to penetrate her with his cock. Should I? I made my decision while staring at that big prick he was displaying.

Allowing Mike to explore my wife’s charms was different than it was allowing Ken to do so. With Ken, it was like he was just passing through on his way to somewhere else. With Mike, there was more. For instance, if Mike wanted to he could look up our room number and learn who we were, where we live, and so on.

I realized that Mike was going to fuck my wife now. Strangely, it had not occurred to me earlier to allow it to go this far and I found my throat dry as I said "There's something I've always wanted to see.” He looked hopefully at me and then it came, my decision, and my heart was in my throat when I voiced it.

My voice was soft. “She’s so tight,” I looked at his dripping dick, “and you’ve got…that. It’s probably too big for her, but...do you want to fuck her?" Mike nodded eagerly and gave his foreskin another pull back and forth as he looked at her.

“We can give it a try, but because of your size you'll have to be real gentle and take things slow.”

I set my camera down again for a minute and together, Mike and I pulled my wife into the center of the mattress.

'She might already be wet but I'll still have to get her ready for your cock,” I said as I stared visibly at his erection. I went into my wife's bag and took out a tube of lubricating jelly. Taking a blob about the size of half a teaspoon, I pushed most of it up into her cunt and rubbed some of the residual around her inner lips.

I knew that she might still have some of Ken’s juice in there but after this much time it probably would not provide much slipperiness.

“I wish you could feel how tight and deliciously yummy her pussy is without this lube, but we need to be very careful.”

I was having mixed feelings about lubing her up so much. I wanted Mike to feel how marvelously delicious her pussy feels, and in his case, how tight it would be as well, but I was also worried about my wife waking up as she is being spread, or later to a sore pussy, so I had no choice but to get her good and slippery both on the inside as well as out.

I watched with a pounding heart as Mike straddled my wife and took his weight on one elbow and his knees. For the first time I was openly seeing a man lying, or rather, kneeling over my naked wife, and he looked really huge compared to her.

“Slow,” I said, “do it slow, and wait a second while I get my camera again. Most of this is going to be for my camera.” As I picked up my camera in order to get a better shot of the penetration, he nodded.

Mike knew without asking what shot I wanted to get with my camera, her lips being spread open. Had my wife been awake and willing, it would have been hard to choose which to film, her pussy as he opened her, or her face as he eyes grew wide. Now though, with her being out, my camera was zooming in on the action below.

Staying up and back with his body so that I could see, he used his free hand to hold his cock and guide it carefully against and then partially into her cunt.

He giggled. “She's even tighter around my dick.”

“I wonder why,” I commented, the answer being obvious?

Through the lens I could see her lips stretching to take him, the outer lips yes, but more so, her inner lips. If my wife had been conscious, I am sure she would either have been moaning, or groaning, or maybe both.

“Don't put it all the way in, your head, just yet.”

He had the thickest part of his head, the halfway point, into her and paused for my camera. “Fuck, you should see how that looks through my lens,” I gushed.

“How it looks? You should see how she feels.”

“I have been,” I laughed, “for years. But I can't stretch her like you are. You are feeling her tighter than I ever have. Now pull it back slow till the head comes out.”

As he did, I heard her lips make a soft sucking sound, like they did not want to let go, and I hoped that the mike on the camera had picked it up. “Yeah, that's right, I breathed. “Those lips really cling to your cock. Now push partway in slow and come out again. Aaaah yes, like that.”

Since I was so close with the camera, as it turned out, you could actually hear her lips make a sucking sound each time Mike pulled the head of his cock back. “Now go a little deeper each time.”

Gradually he had pushed the head in all the way and I could see through the viewfinder as her stretched lips closed down over his shaft as the head finally made full penetration. Each time I had him pull back, her lips would grab hold of that ridge on the bottom of his head and hang on. Then they would really tug out until finally, in desperation it seemed, they would let go and her pussy would close down.

The shots I was getting with my camera were not to be believed.

What I would do with this video disc and how I would hide it from my wife would be a matter to deal with at a later date. But, besides shooting this for my own pleasure, I had a buddy named Fred that I knew had long admired my wife, and I had lusted after his. We had jokingly mentioned the possibility of a swap, but we never had the nerve to broach the subject to our wives.

I knew though, that someday in the future, and probably very soon, I would be showing this video to Fred, and he would finally get the look at my wife he had always wanted, but he would have to endure, yes endure the sight of another man getting to enjoy her charms.

What size my buddy's cock is was also a secret to me. If Fred got to my wife, how much would he have to offer her? That was one of the things that had always held me back on getting my wife to consider a swap, the fact that Fred might be larger. If he was larger, it wasn't just that he would be fucking my wife with a bigger prick, but also that I would have less to offer his wife.

For that reason, right now, seeing my wife's snatch taking a big cock with no concerns about what she might be thinking or maybe, another man's wife making comparisons about my cock was not a concern.

For now I had some action going on, right here in our hotel room, and I could control all the action. We moved that cock back and forth several times. As Mike tried to go deeper, her tightness resisted, and I could see that his cock, though looking nice and firm, was bending slightly.

He reached the point where he was as far into my wife as I had ever gone, and then beyond.

“Be careful Mike. You’re really deep now and watch out that you don’t hit the end on her. If you hurt her, she might wake up.”

“I’ll stop if I do.”

But Mike was able to keep going, and finally, Mike had worked it in until his balls were up against my wife's ass. Again, my heart started pounding as I saw a man, a big man, fully buried into my wife's body.

“Mike. Can you feel her, inside on the end? Are you touching bottom?”

“Yes, definitely!. I can feel her on the end of my cock! Her snatch is the exact depth of my length!”

“Well, that’s one way to describe it. Take it easy so you don’t damage anything.”

“I'll pump easy so I don't make her sore or anything.”

Strangely, since we were sharing my wife, I wanted to tell him, admit to him that his cock is bigger. I had already told Mike that I could not stretch my wife like he was, but this was so exciting that I wanted to tell him again. Somehow I sensed that would increase his excitement even more, and as a result, mine.

That thought of increasing his excitement is why I revealed something personal to him when I told and then asked him. “Besides stretching her pussy more than I can, you're also quite a bit deeper into my wife than I've ever been. I know how wonderful her pussy feels but you’re feeling even more of it”

In response, Mike slowly pulled his cock back, coming almost to the point of coming out, and then he slowly eased it all the way back inside. I knew that in effect I was being the cuckold but I wanted to transfer some of the excitement I was feeling to the video, and talking was one way to do it.

“Mike, you’ve got so much cock into her. I know that I've never felt the insides of my wife like you're feeling her. Exactly how long is your dick, anyhow?”

“He paused. “From the belly button side out to the end, my cock is nine inches when it's really hard, and I guarantee you that it's really hard right now.”

His cock is 50% longer than mine. Yeah, I could see that through my camera lens. His cock looked like a shaft of steel. “In that case, you must have at least eight-and-one-half inches inside her.”

He giggled and pushed hard up against her. “I think I've got the entire nine into her.”

My voice, I think, came out almost in a whisper as I realized exactly how much dick my wife was getting. “So now I know. My wife can take at least nine inches, and you can feel nine inches of my wife’s body wrapped around your hot cock.”

Mike sensed my excitement and the dirty talk began to arouse him even further, exactly what I wanted!

“Fuck yes you got that right! Her snatch is a perfect fit around me.”

I was worried about his length though but didn't express my concern to Mike. 'Will she feel any soreness inside later?'

Another concern was, will she feel any soreness around those lips from being stretched so wide?

I, the teacher had not told him to start the actual fucking yet, but being impatient, Mike took the initiative. He started fucking her slowly with long slow thrusts as he looked over at me and whispered, 'Fuck. We know she can take nine, barely, but I doubt she could take much more in width. Even now after your giving her all that lube, she's really tight."

I could see the glee in his eyes as he pumped. "Fuck, I'm not just stroking and sliding it in and out, I have to physically use some strength with my hips to push it in and pull it out.”

“I know,” I responded. “I can see the muscles on your ass flexing each time you push in.” What I also was noticing but didn't voice, his anus looked surprisingly small, tight, clean and unwrinkled, not even a hair on it. and I wondered if ever a cock had been in it.

Yeah, my wife is tight, especially for a guy like Mike. Mike with the big cock and the tight ass.

My voice was soft, and I wanted to hear another compliment about her pussy. I had seen an expression recently on the internet, and I saw a chance to use it now. “You're fucking some married pussy. How does she feel, her married pussy?” My heart was pounding.

He responded in the manner I wanted. “I think this married pussy is the best ever.”

"I've always thought my wife might be, and you've just confirmed it for me. Thank You."

He looked at me. “Do you want to hear the truth, part of how I really feel?

This I wanted to hear. “Yes, tell me.”

“I like the idea of fucking another man’s wife and stretching her pussy and feeling more of her inside than he can. It’s better than just fucking some single girl for sure.”

Mike looked directly at me and then into the camera lens. “Your wife’s married pussy is hugging my cock all the way, from top to bottom, and it feels so warm and smooth inside, like warm ice cream almost. I wish she could be awake.”

“If she was, I'm not sure how she would be acting. She's never had another man, until now. For all we know, she might be yelling out that you're too big.” I laughed a nervous sounding laugh. “If my wife was awake and saw your cock first, she'd probably offer to suck it instead, it's so big.”

“Does she like to suck cock?”

“Oh yeah, I'd rate her as an expert at it, but the only practice she has had is with me..”

"That's the other part I'd like, if it could be happening. Your wife sucking my cock first and admiring it with her hands and eyes, then being awake and aware and moaning and cumming all around my cock while I give her more than you can and she maybe, just maybe, says it out loud. Out loud how much better my cock feels than yours."

I was staring at him with an opened mouth, but he saw right through me. "You'd like to be seeing and hearing that, wouldn't you? Your wife moaning and cumming over and over around my cock."

He had me there. "Yes. Yes I would Mike. It's alway been a fantasy of mine."

I was actually wondering at this point, if my wife was awake and aware would she be showing her pleasure or perhaps, discomfort at how much he was stretching her? What he was feeling now, her lips stretched so tightly around him, and his touching her on the end, I had never experienced. Mike's breathing was heavy as he used my wife's married pussy for his pleasure.

When I say he was using her, he also seemed to be trying to give her the maximum pleasure based on the off chance that she might actually be awake and faking. He was not only fucking my wife with forward and back strokes but also grinding his pubic bone against hers sometimes by going sideways.

Her clitoris was being rubbed against, awake or not. Mike had lowered his body more so that now he was no longer above her as much as he was touching her from top to bottom. I could see that he was keeping some weight off her so she could breathe, but in closeness, with her breasts against his chest, they were pretty much together.

I noticed that Mike was starting to sweat a little and leaving perspiration on my wife's body as he made her pussy lips work hard to accommodate his cock. The inner walls of her pussy as well as her clitoris were really getting a workout, but her face showed no real emotion and I am sure she was still unconscious. Still, I noticed that her breathing was in synchronization with the thrusts of his cock.

Then things changed slightly. My wife let out a little moan and seemed to adjust her legs a little. Mike quit pumping immediately. My heart was beating as both I and Mike waited, but she didn't wake up, or so we hoped. Then I saw her nipples, and they were erect and pointing straight up. He had not touched them for a while and I wondered if they were up because my wife was feeling arousal.

I was alternating between doing some viewing and filming from the top, and also getting behind and almost under his legs as I watched his cock work the lips of my wife's pussy. “Hold back if you can, Mike. I'm getting some really good shots with my camera. Make it last.”

“I'll try, but she really feels good all stretched around my dick.”

Then something further happened with my wife, and to this day I don't know if she remembers it. She made a moaning noise, louder than before, and her hips began, only slightly, but they started thrusting a little in order to meet Mike's cock.

Shocked, because I had seen it through the lens, I kept the camera running and coming up around their bodies, I looked into my wife's face through the viewfinder.

Mike sensed it too, her response. “Is she awake?” He had quit pumping.

I studied her face and it looked impassive. “I don't think so. Keep going.”

He resumed his slow pumping, and after a minute my wife seemed to be responding again, but weakly. The fucking went on, and I kept moving around their bodies, getting a view from all angles with my camera, but mainly, I focused on his cock and how it was stretching her lips. If she had been awake and involved, I also would have been filming more of her face.

Those balls of his, I was thankful, were not real big and they did a good job of staying up tight and out of the way.

We had her laid out flat on her back, and Mike was still sort of up on his knees as well as his elbows so as not to squash her. Then I decided to enhance what I was getting on camera. “Pull her legs up around you.”

Mike, using both arms, hooked them under her knees and pulled my wife's legs up until they were around his waist.

“Be careful, at first, about how deep into her you are. Don't hit bottom.”

He eased carefully into her, going all the way. “It feels like there’s no problem.”

I visualized in my mind Ken using almost this same position. “Can you fuck her that way?”

“Oh yeah, she feels great. Makes it feel like I'm going even deeper.”

Now this looked really wild, and almost like my wife was awake and aware. Also, my camera was catching some really great angles as I got under his tight ass and shot past his balls as his huge cock drilled my wife's tight pussy.

Those lips, her tight lips, now I could really see them being stretched and tugged in and out. I wished so bad at that time that she could be awake and telling me how it feels.

Then I came around to the side again. “Once in a while, grab hold of her tits.”

Mike did, and I got some good shots of his hands fondling her tits, and then I would move the camera along their bodies and come around to where you could see his cock working her pussy.

“You let me know when you want me to finish.”

“Not for a while. I'm getting some great shots here.”

“No problem man, I could go on fucking this tight married snatch forever.”

He laughed. "If I do it long enough, she going to sober up and become aware."

He seemed to sense what I wanted to hear, his comments on fucking a tight married snatch. Yes, I wanted to get additional footage of the action, because I knew that I and maybe my buddy Fred would be jacking off to this video, and not too long from now.

Also, it was looking like my wife might be aware, at least enough aware, to be participating to some degree in her fuck. Her hips continued to move, and her legs seemed to be tightening around him.

I checked my watch. With an occasional stop to regain control, Mike fucked her for about 10 minutes more, but I was wondering if maybe it might be better if he came sooner rather than later.

I said the next line low and close to Mike’s ear so the camera would not pick it up. “Don't cut off her air, but just for appearance sake for the video, put your lips over hers like you two are kissing.”

Mike did, and I got some of that. Even with her eyes closed, or maybe more so because they were, it looked through my lens like they were really being romantic and making love rather than fucking.

He fucked, and he simulated kissing for another minute.

“O.K., that's enough with the fake kiss. Now just fuck her and enjoy yourself.”

I didn't notice it right away, but eventually I became aware that somewhere in the process of fucking my wife Mike had removed his arms from under my wife's legs, but her legs were still staying up and around him. For their being able to do that, she would have to be holding them up, it seemed.

I waited long enough to make sure that Mike had really, and I mean really gotten a good sample of how nice my wife's pussy feels as he worked his cock into her using every possible angle. He was touching her all over inside, moving her vaginal walls and those tight inner lips and being allowed to know my wife intimately in ways that I would never experience.

His cock was probing and stretching her so much that I could see her anus sometimes bulging in and out slightly in conjunction with his thrusts.

I filmed and wished that I could masturbate right now, but there would be time for that later. Then, finally, after maybe another eight to ten minutes, I said to Mike "When you're ready unload inside her-she can't get pregnant"

Mike nodded and began to fuck her a little faster. Even though my wife was keeping her legs sort of up and around the area of his ass and his lower waist, he reached under and pulled them higher. He was holding her legs up high now and then he put his hands on her shoulders so that he could get leverage to push his cock into her to the maximum depth.

My wife was bent up under him, and I could really see now how his cock was stretching her pussy. For an instance I looked at her little puckering anus and wondered if he would fit, then decided no way, not even if she was awake and willing.

Then Mike did something on his own as he moved his lips close to hers and I could see as he inserted his tongue into her mouth. Till now, his tongue had not touched hers as far as I knew. He was careful not to put his lips fully over hers and maybe cut off her ability to breathe, but it looked to me like she sort of was aware of being kissed.

I am pretty sure, at least for a little while, that my wife was also somewhat aware that she was being fucked based on the way she seemed to respond to his kissing as well as how she was moving her pelvis. As I moved past with my camera, going from her lips to her pussy, I saw through my lens that her arms had gone around him!

This was the first real movement my wife had made with Mike. He had crawled between her spread legs. That took no action on her part. Then, later, he had pulled her legs up. Again, that took no action on her part. Her legs staying up around him when he had released them would have taken some action on her part.

All that, Mike and I had done with maybe a little help from my wife. Then she had shown some evidence of participation by moving her hips. That might have been a natural response to his stroking. But raising her arms off the bed and putting them around him? That action, for sure, had to be a deliberate move on her part. But still, she could be ******* and asleep.

Is she awake? Confirming what I had seen in the camera, I pulled my eye away. Sure enough, my wife was hugging him with her arms. Then, as I hurriedly moved my camera back to her face, she moaned, a long moan, and I wondered if she was possibly coming.

Dammit! If I had been at her pussy at that time instead of filming her face I could have seen if she was coming by seeing if her anus was twitching and maybe also seen if the muscles all around her vaginal area were twitching from her orgasm.

But I think she was coming because her reaction seemed to set Mike off because his eyes closed and he gasped as he prepared to pump her married pussy full of his cum. At that point he acted like she was awake and aware.

Instead of whispering, he said it perhaps a little too loud. “Were you coming just then? I could feel you twitching all around my cock. If you're awake now baby, you’ll feel it. Take it baby, take my load nine inches in, take all of it.”

‘He’s going to come!’ I quickly moved the camera behind him to get the shot.

I guess he figured that if she was actually aware, then what he was saying wouldn’t hurt things, and if she was asleep, nothing wasted. Then out of the corner of my free eye I saw as he placed his lips over hers and began kissing again.

There! I was sure this time that I had seen it. Her tongue was thrusting out and meeting up with his, It couldn't be a natural move made by an unconscious woman. No way.

As he groaned loudly into her mouth his cock fired shot after shot of thick cum right up against her cervix.

My attention returned to the backside, and his anus, which was flexing along with the throbs of his cock. I would count those throbs later on screen and come up with nine strong ones, and some twitches.

I was wondering though. Does Mike know something that I don’t? Is she awake and he knows it by how she is responding under him? Also, only he would know exactly what was going on between them when his tongue was into her. Is she tonguing back? She would only do that if she was aware. I also noticed something else strange then. When his hips had quit thrusting, my wife’s hips kept moving for several seconds longer.

With his orgasm now finished, Mike held his cock inside and looked right into my lens and his face looked sweaty as he said, his voice shaking, “Man...Your wife is good. She’s got a fine face, body and pussy. I don’t think I’ve ever throbbed so many times. I really put a load way up into her.”

‘She was good?’ Did Mike mean in how my wife was responding to his fuck, or was he simply referring to how her unconscious pussy had felt? As he relaxed and caught his breath, it seemed that my wife was doing the same thing. Does she know?

Mike relaxed for a few moments and then withdrew his cock and knelt in front of her. I could see his cum sliding out of her hole, making me feel even more aroused than I already was. I could see his cock covered in a mixture of my wife's juices and his own cum. I ordered him to wipe his cock on her face, which he did, leaving a glistening trail on her cheek and lips as he swiped his cock head back and forth over her face.

My lens was capturing it all, and especially the part where her tongue flicked out and rubbed some cum off her lips and into her mouth. Of course that might have been a natural reaction for her to do that, even if she was completely out.

“Now Mike, move your body down and squeeze some cum onto her tits.”

He did, and I was surprised at how much left-over cum oozed out of his cock as he squeezed and aimed. I think he really took delight in rubbing the tip of his slippery dick over her nipples.

Readers, you should have seen how that looked later on the video I was shooting. Mike might have thought that I was perhaps a little bit sick having him do this kind of stuff to my wife, but I didn't care, and besides, I was now shooting this for my buddy Fred as well as for myself.

To leave Mike some good memories, I decided that I wanted to have Mike see my cock so that he would know how much more he had been giving my wife. I had already told him he was larger so it probably didn't matter if I went ahead and gave him a look.

I set the camera onto the dresser and aimed it towards the bed. I thought for a second, 'When Fred sees this on the video, he'll know how much I have, or maybe, if he is well hung, how much I don't have.' Then I decided 'what the heck' and deliberately stood where the camera would catch my cock in all its naked glory.

Mike began to get dressed as I pulled down my trousers and underpants. I saw him take a good look at my hard cock and I knew that he was sizing me and knowing that I was coming up short.

Yep, his nine-inches were 50% longer than mine. And width wise? There was definitely a big difference. But now, with my wife unconscious, she would never know the difference.

“Now Mike, since you were saying how much you were enjoying knowing you are giving my wife more than I can and feeling more of her inside, I wanted you to see my cock so you can get a true handle on how much larger you are.”

“Yeah, I guess I was quite a bit deeper in your wife than you can go.” He took another look. "And how much more I can stretch her married pussy."

I grinned, showing him that I wasn’t upset about it. “And now I plan to take my turn.”

Mike sort of snickered. “She might feel pretty juicy. I really dumped a big load into her.”

I had a quick come-back. “Yeah, but I'll be doing something to her that you didn't get to do. I'll be the first man to ever get sloppy seconds on my wife.”

It was a brilliant line, and Mike, in appreciation, laughed out loud. Later, when Fred heard it, he also would comment on how great that reply had been. But I would know, he is wishing it could have been him.

In truth though, since Ken had been in there and dumped a substantial load, it was Mike who had actually gotten sloppy seconds on my wife, and me, a distant third.

I moved myself into the same position that Mike was previously and pushed my cock into her pussy. Yeah, she felt juicy all right, but the thought of how and why only increased my pleasure. My cock was swimming in Mike's come, and my wife's pussy was the pool I was paddling around in.

I wanted to make it last, but I knew Mike was waiting. My wife, after a minute, began to respond, somewhat weakly, to my stroking. She seemed to be responding more to me then she should after Mike, and that sort of was a clue that she was aware that now her husband is taking his turn. After some quick thrusts I released my cum load into her already cum-laden pussy.

For Fred, to see later, I even groaned loud enough to be heard on camera.

As my orgasm finished, I immediately had a thought. 'I should have kissed her while pumping to see if she responded with her tongue.'

Mike laughed. “I see you couldn't hold back.”

I returned his laugh. “I've been having trouble holding back ever since you first saw her body and then started touching her.”

Then I sort of looked serious at him. "I've never felt my wife, I mean, she's never felt that way before. You definitely altered her pussy in the way it feels."

Mike looked real serious and nodded. “She'll go back to normal. Your wife is absolutely gorgeous, in every way. All the time I was finishing my shift, I was thinking about your wife and knowing that I would be knocking on your door and hoping you were still awake. I would have been very happy to just get another look at her panties and seeing how her crack shows.”

We actually shook hands at the door.

It was then that I held my finger over my lips and stepped out into the hallway with Mike. With the door almost closed to make sure my wife wouldn't hear, I asked. “When you started kissing her that first time, she made a moaning noise like she was coming. And then later, just before you came, I could see your tongue working. Was she kissing you back with her tongue, or did it just sit there?”

“She tongued me back, both times. But...” he hesitated, “there's something else. Before that, when I was just kissing her lips that first time, you know, the 'fake' kiss, I felt her tongue flick up and I touched hers with mine. We sort of flicked our tongues around one another's. And it happened more than once. She might have been aware at that time.”

“Oh oh,' I thought. “I didn't see that on camera.”

“It was pretty quick. That's when I was pretty sure that she might be awake.” He paused, "and that time, when it sounded like she might be coming, she opened her eyes and looked up at me, just for three or four seconds.”

“She did? I didn't see that through my camera either.”

“You had the camera on my left and my head was blocking your view, I think.”

“Do you think she was actually seeing you, as in...being awake?”

“I don't know, but it seemed like it. Her eyes were real wide and excited looking and her mouth was opened wide too. I think she was awake then.” Then he said more. “When she wrapped her arms around me, she sort of dug her nails in.”

I nodded, my face serious. “She might have been awake, but she sure had a lot to drink before. I guess we'll never know for sure if she knew what was going on. In the morning, she might not remember any of it.” I held out my hand and we shook again. “Goodnight.”

“Oh, wait! I just remembered something else.”

My heart jumped, because I just couldn't get enough of hearing Mike talk about how much he had enjoyed my wife. “What's that?”

“When I first had my dick in her mouth, do you remember when I said I could feel her tongue all along the side of my dick?”

“Yes. I can't forget that.”

“Well, when I said I could feel it, I meant that she was moving it.”

“Really? Moving it as in how?”

“All along the side of my dick and she even moved it up and around the head a couple of times. She was definitely controlling how her tongue was moving. I think she was exploring it, and knew what she was doing.”

“Shit, that's wild! OK Mike, thanks for telling me that. Later, man.”

“Bye.”

Fuck. I think I actually wanted to kiss Mike. Not because I'm gay, though I admit that I wanted to touch his cock with my hands, but because I wanted to show him how grateful I was that he had fucked my wife for me and given me a full report.

After he left I thought about it, and how much my wife had been drinking. Almost two hours had passed since we had put her on the bed. Ken had fucked her and before the action had started with Mike another hour and a half had passed. Had that been enough time for her to sober up a little?

In the morning I was lying beside her and waiting for my wife to awaken. When she did, she just laid there and stared up at the ceiling for a little while. Then she turned towards me and saw that I was watching her.

She smiled and asked me if we had sex the previous night. I just nodded a 'yes.' After getting up she saw the cum stains on the sheets and also said that she had salty lips as she ran her tongue around them. Doing that, she asked if she had given me a blow job. I told her we had a great time, but that she must have been too ***** to remember.

But something strange had happened. Earlier, just as sunlight was starting to hit the window blind, she had awakened and called out to me by using my name. She had only spoken barely above a whisper, and I, instead of answering, waited. It had sounded more like she was testing me rather than trying to awaken me.

Then I felt the bed shaking, just a little. I had my back to her but I was very awake now. My wife was masturbating, of that I was sure. I listened, and as the shaking went on, I could hear her breathing slowly increase. Then she came. She was being quiet, but there was no doubt.

Was she remembering last night, and Mike, or maybe even Ken?” If she was just horny, she probably would have reached around my body, played with my dick until I turned onto my back, and climbed on. But she didn't, and I knew that was what she was doing, she wanted to do it alone and fantasize.

I'll never know if she knew about Ken or Mike, and there is no way I could ask her. And that hard on, the one I got while she was masturbating, I had to allow it to go down on its own.

Something else happened, after my wife had gotten up and taken her shower. She came out of the bathroom and stood there all naked instead of having the usual towel wrapped around her. When I looked up and smiled, she looked strangely at me. “How hard did you fuck me last night?”

“What?” First off, my wife had used the ‘F’ word, which was unlike her. I knew then that she must know something out of the ordinary had happened but I acted dumb and tried to come up with an answer that would be believable.

“I did it for a long time. I had one of those…what they call ‘a liquor hard on’ and it wouldn’t go down.”

She reached down and fingered her pussy lips with the hairs all wet and shiny since she had not yet dried off. “I'm kind of sore on both the inside and the outside.”

“I did a lot of going sideways too because your pussy fits me so good.”

Then she caressed her pussy real sensual like and added. ”It’s kind of a good feeling of soreness though from being fucked.”

I was still in shock that my wife had used the phrase 'fuck me' rather than the usual 'make love.' And then she had used the F word again. That was a clue that she might have been aware of being fucked by a stranger.

I didn't know with that ‘’good feeling of soreness’ line if she was deliberately letting me know how she felt physically after Mike had used his huge meat on her for such a long time, or just trying to figure out why she was sore. I played dumb.

“I don't know honey why you’re sore because you were wet enough. I was kind of ***** myself, but I know we had a good time. I think you came a time or two.”

She sort of looked into blank space and answered. “Yes, I remember that. It was twice.” Then she sort of smiled. “But that was the second man, I think.”

My heart jumped. She knows! “The second man? What do you mean?”

“It might have been because I was dancing with all those guys. I was having strange dreams, of first one man and then another inside me while they both were making me come.”

She hesitated. “The first man, I dreamed he was long and made me come three times. And then the second man in my dream was really huge between the legs and I dreamed that he felt really good. That must have been some really strong liquor I had last night.”

Is she remembering? Is she playing me? Letting me know how much she had enjoyed Ken and then Mike and his huge cock and having orgasms with both of them without admitting that she had been awake?

I still don't know. I figure that if she was claiming it was all a dream, then she would not have to admit to having openly fucked two men and maybe having me asking her to do it again, or maybe do some swapping.

Then it dawned on me. My wife was doing what Ken had done, telling me how exciting and good it had been while not admitting anything.

Regardless, within another minute I was fucking my wife and her ‘good feeling of soreness’ and yes, she felt a little looser than I remembered. I was afraid that my smaller cock might not make her come, at least temporarily, so I talked to her about her dream.

It worked, because she seemed to have a good cum, and I’d like to say that her cum was followed almost immediately by mine, but I saved it for lunchtime. I had already figured out an excuse to get away for a long enough time to play with a faithful red-headed wife.

Just three days later I had a chance to be alone with Fred, and we watched the video. I had not told him about Ken, only Mike since I had the video. Fred couldn't believe what I had allowed to happen, but said that he 'understood.'

Shit man. Your wife’s tits are really nice. I never dreamed…” He kept staring.

When my wife's body became fully ******* as he saw Mike and I pulling off her panties, Fred looked at me and patted the erection bulge in his pants. “Fuck! Your wife is beautiful. Just look at that little snatch! I never dreamed that she would have a cute little hole like that”

Now was my chance to brag on her. “Yeah, she’s really tight.”

He squeezed his bulge. “Can I?”

I nodded 'yes,' and pulled out my own erection. As we began jacking, I was sneaking furtive glances at his cock. At first, Fred looked to be the same size as me, but that was at first. It was uncut, and I could see that he enjoyed using that foreskin to ride his hand up over his fat head.

At least he didn’t have one that was 50% larger than mine at nine inches, but he was around seven, maybe more, and thicker than I am. Not a lot thicker, but enough that I figured my wife would feel it and go wild under him.

Holding off on coming the first time, we played with our cocks all the way to the end and then I restarted the video so that we could enjoy it again and have a better idea of what parts to talk about and where to come. Several times Fred made comments about how my wife’s pussy looked like it was being stretched so far by Mike’s cock.

He had taken note of what I had observed about Mike’s cock. “That dick of his looks like a woman would really enjoy feeling those ridges all around his shaft.”

I nodded. “That’s exactly what I thought when I first saw it."

“You weren’t jealous?”

“Like I said, she was out.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that. Look at how her hips are moving. And there, see that? She’s got her arms around him”

I was excited at seeing how Fred was enjoying seeing my wife being stretched and fucked. I wanted to comment that he could stretch her more than me as well, but I just couldn’t bring myself to admit that to him. Not after knowing that he had been lusting after my wife for months.

Besides, there was still that unanswered question about a wife swap.

A minute later, “Her legs are staying up by themselves. Shit, he’s really feeding the meat to her, and look at how much she is sweating!”

“I think most of that sweat was from him since he was on top of her,” I responded.

But Fred was pointing out things I had not really paid attention to since when viewing the video after the actual act my attention had always been focused on how Mike's magnificent meat was working her married pussy.

“Maybe, but look at how shiny her forehead looks and the cheeks of her ass look all shiny too. She’s hot and doing some sweating of her own, of that there’s no doubt. She was awake and all involved with him, she had to be.”

“You may be right. We talked about it the next morning, and she asked me how hard I had fucked her the night before because she felt a little sore inside and around the lips.”

“Yeah, it was that big prick of his. That was her way of telling you how that fucking affected her without admitting that she had been awake and aware.”

I nodded. “That’s what I was thinking, what I was wondering at the time.”

“Did she say anything about coming?”

I sighed, loud enough for him to hear. “She said she had a dream about coming with a strange man.”

It had been two but I kept that to myself.

Fred snickered. “You let him work her pussy for a really long time” He glanced at his watch. “They’ve been fucking for almost 15 minutes.” He stared intensely at the screen. “Look at how he is working that cock inside her, Not only in and out but sideways.”

Fred leaned back on the couch and gave his penis a couple of nice long strokes to show me how much he was enjoying seeing this video of my wife fucking. Yes, I say ‘fucking’ because, after what I had been thinking and now hearing Fred’s comments, she had been fucking.

Then Fred gave his hard prick a squeeze and waved it around. “Shit that’s a horny flick! I’m holding back on coming. Did your wife say anything more about enjoying it, or coming?”

“After she came out of the shower the next morning, besides saying it was a good soreness, she said she remembers coming, twice. But she thinks I did it.”

Fred shook his head. “She knows she is being fucked by someone else, I’d bet on it... Just look at her on screen. How much did you say she had been drinking?”

She drank a lot. We had to physically carry her into the room.” I had not mentioned a helping pair of hands from Ken.

“But if she really was asleep but still remembers coming twice, she might not have known for sure it was another man, but she probably thinks she was having a nice dream about getting a bigger cock than you have.”

There. Fred had now acknowledged it openly. My cock was smaller than Mike's and of course, smaller than Fred's as well.

Well, all I can say after watching Fred masturbate and cumming a big load into his hand while I came in mine, we won't be trading wives. At least that's the way I feel now. Fred has more cock than me, not as much as Mike had, but big enough to put him in the next size class above me.

A trade, if our wives would go along, would be a case of my wife being very awake and aware as she enjoys taking a larger cock than her husband can give her, while I would be trying to figure out how to make up my shortcomings with his wife. I really enjoy eating pussy, but would that be enough?

Still, I'd like a chance to see Fred’s gorgeous wife naked. Gina’s 15-years-younger than my wife and stacked with what might be a huge set of tits. So far, Fred has the advantage over me since he saw the video. He has promised to make one with his wife and himself, and I’ve loaned him my camera and am waiting.

I offered to do the filming of Fred boning his wife, and he said that he would ask Gina while in the process of fucking her and maybe get her to say ‘yes’ in a weak moment. I know what Fred is thinking, and his goal is to make a trade and fuck my wife, while knowing full well that he has a larger cock than I do.

But I might get to do some filming first, and if that happens, I could maybe catch Gina in one of those ‘weak moments’ he mentioned and slip my dick into her. I already have a plan in mind.

Have them get into a 69 position with Gina on top and his head over at the edge of the mattress, and then I can come up behind her with my camera aimed down at her snatch while she's in the doggy position as I first film Fred up close as he licks her cunt, and then my dick as it suddenly appears and I make penetration.

I won’t warn her, or him, in advance. I’ll just do it.

The camera will be the key where Fred is concerned. Fred might even get excited when he sees me there with the camera because he can watch Gina’s married to him pussy being fucked from close up while he licks on her clit and know that this video will be his to enjoy later.

Fuck, there’s no doubt that with her doing the 69 while a strange cock slips into her that Gina will be cumming all over the place. My fantasy even goes so far as seeing and filming my sometimes watery cum draining out of her and into the area Fred is licking.

“Fred?” She might say to her husband. “Why did you stop licking?”

“His cum is draining out.”

“Well, get back in there with your tongue and make me cum, some more.”

I mean, he shouldn't be protesting if he knows I'm smaller, right? But then, I could be the dirty guy and never follow through with the swap. I will have fucked his wife, and my wife is secure,

A fantasy perhaps, but you never know…

I might do that and not have to let Fred fuck my wife at some later time. I could always say my wife is not willing. Fred might not like that, but too bad.

My married life is looking up though. Something's happened with my wife. The other day she asked me if I still wanted to photograph her nude. I had tried a couple of times, years ago. I agreed and when she came out of the bathroom while I was getting my camera ready I saw that she had shaved her pussy, just for me. I hope.

You know, she takes a good picture. What do you think? Just look at those lips, how tight they look even after Mike got to stretch them.


My other woman.

Meanwhile, I have my memories of a beautiful little redheaded 25-year-old and how she had fucked me, all the while kissing me madly and telling me how my big cock was feeling so good. I guess it was big to her since she had never fucked anyone but her possessive and small-cocked (four thin inches, she said) husband and on top of that, she was incredibly, even tighter than my wife.

When I came up to her window at the power company, she recognized me right away and said, “I can be out of here in ten.”

I had walked in at 12;20.

Once I had gotten her away from the building where she worked, I had immediately driven to a private, woodsy spot I had researched in advance. Once off the paved highway she had opened her blouse, ******** herself to me.

Fuck, in the daylight she had even nicer tits! B cups and almost as hard as rocks, and I know what you might be thinking. Those tits were natural, I’d bet money on it.

She had not let any wasted time go by, digging into my pants and pulling it out even before I had parked the truck. I thought she was going to suck it first, but she wanted to fuck it, and right now!

I'd like to put it into print here that my entry into her was the tightest and most exciting I had ever had, but it wasn't. She was so wet from excitement that it almost concealed the tight fit between us. Almost. Fuck she felt good, and the fact that I was fucking the wife of a man who had refused to let her dance with me made it all the better.

A horny little bitch she was, and she apparently, had been storing it up for years. For a little over an hour, in the back of my F150, I had been the man with the bigger cock who was fucking some other man’s married pussy.

I had met and talked to her husband, you see, and I didn’t feel the least bit guilty, nor did she.

“I’ve never came before, like this,” she confessed to me while humping her ass like a rabbit under me.

She didn’t in the least seem to be concerned about the two large loads I left in her cute little redheaded pussy. She went back to work that way, and I rather imagine she spent some hurried time in the bathroom before returning to her window.

That must be why she had me get her back after an hour and twenty minutes.

We've talked several times on the phone since then and I’m working now on figuring some way to get back over there to see her and romp around on a bed and maybe get some video in the process. It shouldn’t be too hard to arrange since she has ‘confessed’ that she thinks she loves me.

I can go along with that since she’s married and says that other than the jealousy and the small cock, her husband takes care of her. I say…what? I don’t think her marriage will last much longer now that she has discovered what good fucking is about.

Oh, did I fail to mention? Despite only having an average penis, I’ve been told by more than one woman that I’m a great lay. I have incentive to try harder, you see.

And no, I won’t tell Fred about the redhead. Let him think that so far, I have been faithful to my faithful wife. No need to be giving him any ammunition that he might use behind my back in order to work his cock into my wife.

I don’t trust my buddy, you ask? Nope, no further than I would trust myself.

I can't be trusted you see. Fred told me today that his wife has agreed to do the thing while I film. My plan is already laid out.

 

[belittleme]

Excellent story! Loved the details that were given describing her slutty acts of "sleeping seduction".

 

[BlkWriter]

excellent story. Thank you for your efforts

 

[EroticWriter]

excellent story. Thank you for your efforts

Your pleasure is my pleasure guys.

 

[DD4fun]

Very exciting story!!!!!!

 

[EroticWriter]

Very exciting story!!!!!!

and gals. Especially the gals. I usually try to write keeping in mind how a woman thinks.