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First and foremost. If you are a minor then you should not be
reading this. I'm sure that's going to stop you. If you are under 18
it is unlikely that you will enjoy this anyway. You are probably too
young to understand the eomplexities of emotions that have become somewhat
jaded by a lifetime of sex. You are probably idealistic and believe that
there is that ONE person out there for you and that if you find that one
person then you will settle down and have intense and unremitting sex the rest
of your natural lives. Yeah, right!
These stories are sort of historical fiction. They are based
upon the events that have actually happened to me or people that I know.
I have shamelessly ascribed them all to myself. I have embellished the
things said, though, you can always think of just the right thing to say
AFTER something emotional has happened. I decided that I was going to
have them said when they should have been said.
I am 38 years old. I stand 6'4" tall and weigh about 225. I wish
that I could say that it was all muscle, but the fact is that over the
last few years I have been growing this pot belly no matter how hard I
try to get rid of it. I keep telling myself that I could rid myself of
it if I were willing to put in a couple of hours a day working out, but
I just don't have that kind of time. I do put in a little time, though,
just so it won't get too far out of hand. I am not particularly handsome.
Some people might think that I am, some not. I guess I'm a little more
handsome than average, certainly not someone that would get a second look
because of my rugged good looks.
I am built sort of... well... big! My chest is deep and wide,
as is my back. This is the result of the small amount of body building
that I DO find the time for. My arms are big, too, as are my thighs.
My hair is rather average. It's light brown and just over my
ears. There is quite a bit of gray, but it makes me look
distinguished.
Most of the gray is at the temples, although it is beginning to show up
all over.
I have a neatly trimmed beard and moustache. I take extra care
of that. There is some gray there as well. Mostly at the jawbone.
Finally, my cock measures 9" when erect. It is straight and
true.
So far it has never let me down, even when I was very drunk. I have
been told it is one of my best features. I also have only one testicle,
the result of an unfortunately aimed bullet in Viet Nam.
I am an educated and well read man. I have a degree in computer
science and make my living as an independant computer consultant
specializing in the development of client server applications for major
corporations. I make a very good living.
My wife's name is Patti. She is 12 years my junior (that makes
her 26). She is 5'7" tall. She has wavy, dark blonde hair. Her eyes
are her most strinking feature. They are startlingly blue.
Patti's figure has changed over the years. We have been together
almost 7 years now. When I first met her her figure was absolutely
marvelous. Her breasts were high and firm. They were a little smallish,
34B. Her waist was about 28" and her hips were about 32". I thought
her hips were a little narrow, but it is a minor flaw that is easily
overlooked.
She has since had two children. During her pregnancy with the
first of the two she contracted Preclampsia. This is a potentially
serious problem (hyper high blood pressure) one of the effects of which
is to cause the unfortunate person to swell up like a balloon. She went
from about 130 lbs to almost 250. She immediately got pregnant with our
second child after the first and therefor never lost a lot of her weight.
The only good thing about her weight gain is that her breasts
also swole to 38DD. Today, three years after the birth of our second
(and maybe last) child, her breasts are 38D. They sag quite a bit, and
are not nearly as firm, but they bounce and sway in a most delightful
way and I love them.
She also went on a severe diet once and her weight has since
dropped to about average for an American woman. She still has quite a
bit of loose skin and I'm beginning to think that it will never shrink
back down to size. Once we have decided whether or not we will ever have
children again we will probably have some cosmetic surgery take care of the
loose skin.
Patti was born the 12th child of a devoutly Catholic family.
Both the father and the mother had at one time studied for entry to the
Catholic church, one as a priest and the other a nun. Neither of them
made it, obviously, but they were both devout just the same.
Patti was raised as a devout Catholic. Her sexual attitudes were
heavily flavored by that suppresive agency. She was bright enough to
discard some of their insane doctrines, like the aversion to birth
control and sex for anything but procreation. But when we were married
she was quite the Catholic girl. That was then... this is now.

OK, yes, I was embarressed. And yes, this was new to me. Never
before experienced. In all my 38 years, and a very full 38 years at that,
I had never been in quite this position. Finally... I admit, it's all my
fault, I brought it entirely upon myself. I'm not so sure that I'm sorry
for that, though. I'm not yet sure, that is.
There was definitely a down side, though. The pain... no, make
that discomfort, was a little distracting. It's not like I'm as young as
I used to be. And kneeling on the floor this way was beginning to make
my knees throb. I don't think that I EVER would have found having my
hands tied so tightly behind my back comfortable.
Add to that the discomfort of kneeling naked in a semi dark room,
the ONLY one naked, I might add, in front of all of my wife's lovers, and
you have one extremely uncomfortable situation.
I wondered what they were waiting for. Was this all part of
Patti's plan? Was she trying to see how far she could push me before I
finally stopped this whole thing and returned to the 'normal' life? Did
she event want to return to the normal life anymore? How the HELL did
this go so far?
My mind travelled back, what, only three short months ago? To
the beginning of this page of my life.
We had had a huge argument. I was sure that this was it. This
was the end of our marriage. As usual, it was about sex. Patti just
didn't have the sex drive that I did. She didn't have even close to the
sex drive that I did. For her once every two or three weeks would be
just fine. For me, once every two or three hours would be just fine.
I would settle for a couple of times a week, realistically. To her this
was almost perverted. It was uncomforable at the very least.
If it were just the AMOUNT of sex then we might have had less of
a problem with it. but no, it was the KIND of sex as well. I wanted
long, drawn out foreplay. Preferably with role playing and exhibition.
She wanted it as short as possible. Usually quickies were just fine by
her.
'Yeah, you sure do LOVE me. You don't want to have sex with me
at all! You just do it because you think that's your RESPONSIBILITY!'
I said to her.
'That's not true! It's not YOU. I just don't have the sex
drive that you do. I can't help it. It's part of my nature.' she
replied.
'That's an excuse. You and I both know that the sex drive is all
in the head. It is a mental thing. If you loved me then you would be
attracted to me. You would WANT sex with me. You would want to give
yourself to me completely the way that I want to give myself to you
completely. Every inch of you, every bit of you. You wouldn't hold
anything back. I understand. I think that you don't understand. You
really don't love me and you don't even know it.' I said. A small part
of me was prodding. I knew that the quickest way to control a Catholic
was through guilt. They accepted guilt almost without question. The
problem is that this is about the ONLY way to get through to them. So if
you want to convince a Catholic to do something that is not covered by
their volumnous doctrine then you have to guilt them into it. Although
this was usually beneath me, I was getting desperate. I had to be
careful, though. Patti can be vindictive. She can get stubborn, too.
But more than that, when she goes on the defensive she normally attacks.
'YOU REALLY DON'T UNDERSTAND ME AT ALL!' she shouted. <Oh-oh,
I pushed too hard>
'YOU THINK YOU KNOW SO MUCH. YOU THINK YOU JUST HAVE IT ALL
FIGURED OUT! YOU THINK THAT YOUR PERVERTED WAYS ARE NORMAL AND EVERYBODY
ELSE IS INHIBITED. LET ME TELL YOU THAT WE HAVE MORE SEX THAN ANY OF
MY FRIENDS... BETTER SEX TOO!'
'That's not all that hard, Patti.' I said in a quiet, reasonable
voice. 'Look at your friends, Lynette's husband beats her. Debbie's
husband is Manic-Depressive. Angela herself is just plain crazy, and
Paula and her husband are religious fanatics. I don't think that you can
base anything on them... especially when you are deciding what is normal.
If you want normal then let's go out and get a book like the Kinsey Report
or something that takes a scientific look at sexuality.' I knew that this
wouldn't work. She was already shouting and reason never works against
someone that is already consumed with emotion.
The argument degraded from there. Eventually I did get sex. And
Patti tried hard to be aggressive about it. But I could tell that her
heart was not in it and I felt the difference. I was beginning to wonder
if this marriage was going to work. We had come so far, but we still had
so far to go. I thought that if I only kept my patience then eventually
she would come around. But after 7 years, even my patience was beginning
to become a little stretched.
Time passed relatively smoothly after that. The Christmas season
came and went. Patti was making plans for her annual trip to see her
friend Barb in Washington State. She stayed there a week every year. I
kept the kids, leaving them at a day care during the day while I worked
and picking them up in the early evening. I always looked forward to this
week. It gave me a chance to be alone for a while.
The third day of her trip my phone rang just after I got home from
work. It was Barbara on the other end.
'Rik, Patti's at the grocery store, she's been so nice, she's
bought all of the groceries that I'll need for a month!' Patti and I had
discussed this. Barbara doesn't have a lot of money, in fact she struggles
mightily. Worse yet, she's being treated for breast cancer and nobody
can tell her the prognosis.
'That's good, Barb. I'm glad. You guys having a good time?'
'Yeah, great. But I didn't call for that. I have a question for
you. I don't know how to ask this so I'm just going to come right out
with it. Patti and I were talking last night. I want to know if you are
serious about wanting her to sleep with other men. I hope you're not
offended that she told me.' Barbara said.
'Of course I'm not offended. I know how women talk when they get
together, especially close friends. And yes, Barbara, I really am serious.
Patti thinks I'm a deviate, but I don't think it's all that uncommon.'
'Well, I don't think it's uncommon either. I just wanted to be
sure because if that's what you really want I'm going to take her out
tonight and we'll probably both get laid. So this is your last chance,
is this REALLY what you want, I mean, won't you be jealous?'
'I won't be jealous at all... but I'll tell you what, the thing
is, I'd like to hear all about it. All the details. That way *I* can
get some enjoyment from it too. Do you really think she'll do it?' I
asked.
'I think so, at least that's the impression she gave me while
we were talking last night.'
We stopped talking and I was left with the kids. Let me tell you,
it was hard handling them. My mind was definitely elsewhere. About
10 o'clock I got another call. This is about the time that Patti told me
she would call me every night so I wasn't surprised it was her. It was
only seven PM on the west coast.
'Hi, honey. I don't have much time to talk just now. I'm calling
to let you know that Barbara and I are going out tonight. I wanted to ask
you if you'd be awake when we got back, or if you'd mind if I called and
woke you up.' Patti sounded absolutely normal.
'Sure, be careful, and hey, if you're going to drink would you
take a cab?'
'Sure, that's a good idea. Talk to you later... I love you.'
I was going to tell her that I loved her too but the phone went
dead. "She sure is in a hurry" I thought to myself.
For the next couple of hours my mind wandered. The kids had gone
to bed and I was sitting in bed watching re-runs of some old show. I was
totally distracted. I was wondering what she was doing. Over and over,
every few minutes I would get images in my mind. I didn't know where they
were or what they were doing so my mind made up a multitude of images for
me. Just when I was daydreaming about my beautiful wife embracing a
handsome young man, standing on her tiptoes and passionately kissing him
the phone rang and jarred me out of my reverie. Total time elapsed:
2 and a half hours.
'Rik, are you allright?' It was my sweet Patti's voice on the
other end.
'Sure I am, how about you. Are you and Barbara having a good
time?'
'We're having a great time. Look, do you still want me to sleep
with another man?' Patti asked. She's not usually so blunt. The only time
she doesn't speak in metaphors is when she absolutely doesn't want to risk
miscomprehension.
'Of course I do. You know that I've wanted that for years. Why
do you ask?' I said.
'Well, I just decided to give you what you want tonight.' she said
to me.
'It's not exactly what I want, I wanted to be there to watch. I
can't do that.'
'Hold on a sec.' Patti said. I wondered what she was going to
do. She came back on the line a couple of minutes later.
'Adam's behind me.' Patti said. I could tell from her tone of
voice that she was getting excited. 'He's been dancing with me all night.
Right now he has his hands wrapped around my waist. We haven't done
anything yet. But now... now I just pushed my hips back against his
crotch. Oh my gosh, he's hard as a rock! Did I do this to you,
honey?'

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Patti asked, obviously not to me.
I could just see them in the hallway of some club. Him pressed
against her back and her pressing her hips into him. The thought gave me
an instant erection.
'Adam, I have my husband on the phone here. I can't let him watch
me with you so the best that I can do is let him hear me as I do this.'
There was silence for a second.
'I just reached behind me, I'm holding his cock through his pants.
I wish you could be watching me squeezing his cock. Honey, you had your
chance. It's too late now. No matter what you say, I'm going to have this
hard cock inside me tonight. I have to go now. Barb and I are going to
take him home so that we can fuck in style. Would you like me to call when
we get there?'
'I SURE WOULD!' I almost shouted into the phone.
'Do you still love me?'
'Of course I do. More than ever!'
'Well, I love you too, but tonight I'm going to love Adam. I'm
going to love him harder than I've ever loved anyone before. Don't call
me tonight. I'm not going to call you. I want you to go to sleep and
dream of what nasty things I'm going to do to this man... and don't you
DARE call me. I don't want to talk to you while I'm full of his sperm.
In fact, I'm not even going to THINK about you. And don't jack off,
either. I want you horny when I talk to you next time. I'll tell you
all about it.' Patti didn't even wait for an answer, she just hung up.
This was wierd. Patti never talked to me that way before. Of
course, she'd never slept with another man before either. Obviously she
was trying to arouse me, or maybe get me jealous. But then again, it was
getting late. I could feel myself getting sleepy. I was horny as I could
be, but sleepy, too. Eventually sleep won out and the next thing I knew it
was morning.
With the bright sunlight streaming through the window I wondered
about last night. Did that really happen? Or was it just dreaming. I
decided that it probably was a dream, but a very nice one at that.
That day at work passed uneventfully until about 3:00 in the
afternoon. I recieved a package from Federal Express. I glanced at the
return address and saw that it was from Patti. I opened it and there
was a manilla envelope inside. In bold letters on the front it said
'Call me before opening.'
This seemed a neat little game so I decided to play along. The
rest of the afternoon was tremendous. I had the package right there in
front of me. I could have opened it at any time. I kept telling myself
that there was no way possible for her to know what I did with it. She
couldn't even know that I had gotten it yet. But it was her little game,
and I decided to play along.
By the time that I got home I had fingered the envelope dozens of
times. Odd thoughts had crossed my mind. I had even thought of steaming
the envelope open. But why do that? Why not just open it? I was amused
at the intensity of my curiousity and exerted all my will power to avoid
opening it.
I arrived in the house with the envelope in hand and my heart
beating fast in my chest. What in the world could it be? All afternoon
I had thought about last night. But surely this could have nothing to do
with last night. I savored the feeling of temptation to open it. Every
second that I didn't open it was a minor triumph of my will over my desire.
I even prolonged it a bit by taking a shower and changing into my
robe when I got home. Then I called Patti. She made sure that I hadn't
opened the envelope.
'Good. You can open the envelope now. You will find five
envelopes inside. You may open the first one now. Don't open any of the
others until after the kids are asleep and you are on the phone with
me.
Can you play this little game for me?'
'Of course I can.' I answered her.
The envelopes were all the same size. In the first one was a
short note and some polaroid snapshots. I took out the note and the
snapshots. I read the note first.

My dearest HUSBAND. Barbara kind of went crazy with the camera
last night. These are the photos...

#1, me before going out... Wish you were here.

I looked at the photo. It was taken in Barbera's living room.
Patti was standing there in a sexy pose. She was wearing the black
leather miniskirt that she had been wearing the very first time that I had
seen her. It was a lot tighter now, but still just as sexy. She was
wearing a white blouse that was made of some sheer material. I could
almost see through. I could see enough to know that she was wearing the
bra that I got her about a month ago. It has the front cut out so that the
nipples are free. I could tell because her dark nipples were plainly
visible. She was leaning against Barb's fireplace and had the sexiest
look on her face that I had ever seen. I immediately felt my cock jerk.
Obviously last night did happen after all. It was hard to imagine my soft,
demure wife, posing in this, well, this SLUTTY pose. But I'm don't
delude myself. She said that she did it, then she went to the trouble
of sending these pictures super express... she did it all right. The
only question remaining was how far she actually went. I looked hard at
the photo. I could tell that she was excited, her nipples were obviously
erect. I put down the pictures and checked on the kids. Time for supper.

Picture #2, hope I don't get pulled over.

This picture was taken in the same place. This time she was turned
around with her hands on the fireplace and her feet back and spread, like
she was being searched. Her skirt was pulled up to show that she was
wearing one of the two pairs of thong panties that she owns. I always
that particular view of my wife. I smiled looking at the crack of her
ass. I was thinking about all of the times that I've gotten really up
close and personal with that ass. Not as up close and personal as I would
have liked. Patti was sort of a prude that way. She didn't mind me looking
at her ass, but she thought her asshole was kind of dirty and didn't like
me messing with it.

Picture #3 - We have arrived. The hunt begins.

This was a picture of Patti standing outside a nightclub, dressed
just as she had been in the other two.

There were no more pictures in the envelope. I reached for the
second. Never had I experienced a temptation greater. I put it down
unopened and went to get the girls. I took them into the back yard and
we played chase. They ran screaming and laughing from me for half an
hour until they could barely stand. Then I took them inside and put them
in the bathtub. In ten minutes they were ready to get out. They almost
fell asleep right there in the tub! Nobody can tell ME I don't know my
kids.
Then I called Patti.
'Gee, it's awfully early for the girls to be in bed.' she said.
I told her what I had done and she laughed. 'So you really waited?'
she asked.
'Yeah, I really did. I don't know why, it just seemed to make the
anticipation all the more poignant.'
'Well, then open the envelope marked #2. Be careful when you
take them out, they are in order and I want to describe what's happening
in each. You got that?'
I did as she was told. The top photograph showed Patti clinking
glasses with a young man. He was brutally handsome in a traditional kind
of way. He was dark haired with a square jaw. They were both smiling.
'Barb took most of these pictures.' Patti told me. 'The first
one is Adam. He's the man that I fucked last night... with your
permission, remember?'
'Oh yes, I remember all right.' I said.
'And you're still OK with me having done it?'
'Sure I am! Do you have the WHOLE THING on film?'
'Just about. You said you wanted every detail and a picture is
worth a thousand words.'
'Tell me, Patti. When this picture was taken did he know that you
were married?'
'No.'
'Did he know that he was going to get laid?'
'I don't think so. It was our first drink together. Two other
men hit on me before him but since I rejected them I threw their pictures
away.'
'Why did you reject them?'
'The first one was crude and vulgar, the second had a dick that
was too little.'
'How did you know that?' I asked.
'While we were dancing I could feel it rubbing against me.' she
said. 'Now turn to the next picture.'
This picture showed the two of them on the dance floor dancing to
a slow song.
'This is about an hour later. Right after I told him that I was
married but that if he wanted I would fuck him tonight. He was shocked,
but he smiled and asked me to dance.'
I could see that their hips were close together. I bet she was
grinding her groin into his.
'Next picture, please.' I could hear amusement in Patti's voice.
This picture showed them still on the dance floor. They were
kissing each other. Adam's hands were cupping her ass cheeks.
'I was so hot here that after this dance I went to the bathroom
and took off my bra and panties. On to the next picture.'
The next picture showed them dancing again. This time Patti had
her hand down on his crotch. I couldn't see her actually holding him, but
she had to be.
'His cock was so big and hard that I just had to feel it.' Patti
said. 'You see my hand? I had my fingers wrapped around his cock. He
actually sighed when I squeezed it.'
The next picture they were still on the dance floor. This time
they were a lot closer. Patti had her back to Barb and Adam had pulled
her skirt all the way up, showing her ass to anyone that cared to look.
He had his fingers actually inside the crack of her ass. I couldn't
believe it! Patti would NEVER let me do anything like that!
'GOD, Patti, you'd never let me do that!' I said to her.
'First of all, Rik, I'm leaving here at the end of the week, this
is a no-name bar in the middle of Podunk USA where I won't be back for at
least a year, if then. Next... well, you just don't have the cock that
Adam has. Now be a good little boy and go to the next picture. By the
way. You might like to know that Adam is here right now!'
I heard a man's voice on the other end say 'Hello, Rik'.
This picture was taken in the car. Patti and Adam were in the back
seat. Adam had Patti's top off and they were kissing while he was
caressing her breast. My cock was getting so hard that it hurt.
'Tell me, Rik, what do you see.'
'He's caressing your breast.'
'How do you feel about that?' she asked.
'I'm so horny I could burst.'
'Good, I want you to look at the pictures by yourself. Don't jerk
off! Then I want you to call me back. You can't be here to
participate, but we'll try to fit you in as best we can. Hurry up, we're horny!'
I heard the phone go dead.
I glanced through the pictures one by one. The next picture Patti
was completely naked and still they were kissing, this time Adam had his
hand in her crotch and his middle finger had disappeared inside her.
The next picture Patti had taken his cock out. She was right, his
cock was bigger than mine. I'm usually not self conscious, I have almost
nine inches. His might have been about as long, but it was much bigger
around. Patti had her hand on it and was stroking.
The next picture was a close up of Patti sucking his cock. Well,
I guess all doubts were gone now. I looked closely at her face. Her
lips were stretched tight around his cock. Her eyes were closed. I could
actually see the outline of the swollen head of his hard dick pressed
against the cheek of her mouth. I knew what he was feeling. Pattti
is as good a cocksucker as anyone I've ever known. I'm sure that her
tongue was busy on the underside of his cock as it slid in and out
of her ready mouth. I could almost feel the moist warmth around my
own cock looking at this photo.
The next photo was outside. They were walking to the house.
They hadn't even taken the time to get dressed. Patti was completely
naked and Adam was walking with his giant tool sticking straight out
like a massive finger pointing the way to paradise. Both of them
were laughing.
The next photo was taken inside the house. Patti was sucking
his cock again, this time he was standing, leaning on a wall with
my wife on her knees in front of him. This is such a submissive
looking postion. My young wife on her knees, servicing this hard cock.
It was almost too much to take. I wanted desperately to stroke
myself, but I was afraid that only a couple of strokes and I would cum.
I wanted to wait to talk to Patti first.
The next photo was Patti on all fours with him behind her jamming
his cock into her doggie style. Patti loves this position. She was
blowing a kiss to the camera, I guess to me.
The final photo blew me away entirely. It was a closeup of my
wife's pussy. She was on her back and between her thighs was Barbara,
She had her tongue inside my wife's sloppy cunt and cum was all over
her face. My hands trembled as I picked up the phone to dial.