After fucking her thoroughly, I lead her back upstairs, noting that the clock read 3:30. While I was beginning to get tired, I still had a good hard-on, and don't want to waste it. So I settle on the couch and have Kate pop one of our many porn tapes into the VCR, before calling her back to me to lick and suck my cock for a while. I'm not surpised when Kate takes a look at the open drapes, and then at me, before settling down to her task. If our neighbors in the back had been up, they'd easily be able to see my nude wife leaning over me and administering a well-deserved blow job. I don't care. If they haven't already seen Kate nude during one of her topless days, they never will.

A topless day is just that - a day when I order Kate to go without a bra or top all day long. I usually make her do that on a weekend or one of my vacation days. It's because I love her tits so much, I want to be able to see and touch them at all times. And, I'll admit, I do it because I want to make sure she knows who's in charge. Usually she just wears jeans and panties, without any socks, because I think it's an incredibly sexy look. Sometimes, though, I'll have her wear a skirt with no panties, so I can just flip it up and stick my cock in any time I want. On topless days she will just do whatever she normally does, like clean the house, wash clothes, or cook meals. If you've ever seen a woman washing the floor on her hands and knees, her tits swinging to and fro, you know what an erotic sight it is. And if Kate does need to go out, she's not allowed to wear a bra. Just a shirt or something. Bras are forbidden on topless day.

As the porn tape played, I watch my wife blow me for all she was worth. She knows to put forth her best effort everytime, no matter how she really feels. I'm proud to say that Kate has never had the kind of "headache" that seems to afflict other women as soon as their husbands want some attention. She'll roll on her back and spread her legs on just a word, or even a look from me. There's been times when I've wanted a blowjob in the middle of dinner, and she just finishes chewing her mouthful, slides under the table, opens my fly and sucks the cum straight out of my balls. Then she crawls back up and continues eating as if nothing has happened. Well, that's not totally true. Everytime she gets some of my cum, she's sure to say "thank-you" for it. As she should.

After half an hour I'm sick of the porn tape, and we retire back to the bedroom. Kate looks exhausted, but I 'm not done with her yet. I had that big meeting coming up, and I've always believed that unrelieved sexual tension tends to fog the mind. So I needed a way to blow my wad. That's when I decide to turn to an old reliable turn-on. Another thing that Kate hates but has to put up with. See, I wasn't the first one to think of taking pictures of Kate having sex. In college, she had joined an exclusive sorority. One of the initiation rites was to play hostess at a large party. And one of the duties of the hostess was to spend a half hour at the glory hole, servicing the many male guests. For those of you unfamiliar with the concept, the woman kneels inside a plywood box, or behind a door, in which holes have been cut. The lucky guy sticks his hard cock into the hole and the woman on the other side sucks him off. Ideally, you never know who the sucker or suckee is.

At this party, however, they photographed every girl as she knelt naked in the box. Photographed her sucking. Photographed her playing with herself. Photographed her smeared and speckled with the cum from a dozen young cocks. And one day, as I was surfing the Net, I came upon a whole series featuring my wife doing just that. How the pictures came to be on the Net I still haven't established, but they're of enough quality that you can clearly see that it's her. Since then, I've assembled all of them onto a video tape, which I like to play sometimes when I'm giving her a good fuck.

Kate cringes as I put the tape in and start it. The first picture is a close-up of her mouth wrapped around a thick, heavy cock. Her eyes are open with delight, she's holding it with both hands, and her cum-spattered hair gleams in the flash from the camera. As I fuck her I ask for details about this cock and the rest. How did they taste? Did you swallow all the cum? Were you always a slut? Would you have spread your legs for them if they asked? Do you want to do it again?

Her answers excite me so much that I slam my cock into her with more and more ferocity. I believe that she's telling the truth when she says she's willing to hostess another party like that, and kneel before the glory hole. I believe her when she says she'd do it if I told her to, that she'd suck cock or spread her legs or open her ass to anyone I said. As I cum with a primal scream, I'm already giving serious thought to hosting such a party. She'd do it, no doubt. Any Nineties woman would.