Wife Suck-ceeds
(M+/F, wife, slut)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

When Roy Egan left the Spencer's on Saturday morning he didn't know what he would tell his wife Anya about what had happened at the "poker party." He only knew that he had just had the most erotic experience of his life. Ever since the group had decided last month that it would help Allen Spencer give his wife Helen a birthday present that she would never forget he had been looking forward to the party. When the original arrangements were made, Vicki Holman's presence wasn't anticipated and no one knew that the party would go on all night.

A few weeks ago when Allen asked if he wanted to contribute an additional two hundred dollars so that they could bid on Vicki as well as Helen he eagerly agreed. He had never seen the redhead but based on Allen's description she sounded delicious. The two times that he got to fuck Vicki confirmed that it was certainly money well spent but it did leave him with a dilemma as to how to explain things to Anya. The rest of the men in the poker group were either members of the Glen Creek Club or had been at the auctions with their wives so they had no problem explaining their behavior.

Anya and Roy knew about the club and had even been asked to join but they both felt that this lifestyle wasn't for them. Such blatant infidelity was beyond the bounds of their values. Roy did find his mind wandering quite a bit lately when an attractive woman caught his eye but he had so far been able to resist any temptation to play around. That all changed a month ago when Allen suggested to the group that they chip in so Herb Wagner could purchase Helen at the next club auction. Then they would all gang bang her at the next poker night. Roy's commitment to fidelity was pushed past it's limit. Helen Spencer was one of the sexiest women that he had ever met and Roy couldn't pass up the chance to fuck her. He originally looked at the anticipated tryst as something sneaky and not very honorable but what Anya didn't know wouldn't hurt her. When fucking Vicki Holman was added to the equation Roy's conscience didn't take much note because he was already anticipating having sex with one other woman.

As the party last night reached it's peak with the guys taking turns filling Helen and Vicki's various openings Roy knew that he didn't want to leave at the usual time and go home. He mentioned his problem to Allen who offered to call Anya and tell her that Roy had too much to drink and shouldn't drive in his condition. In his aroused state Roy agreed with that plan. When Anya offered to come and get Roy, Allen said that he thought Roy would be better off staying with them for the night. They would see that he got home first thing in the morning. Anya seemed somewhat unconvinced but did agree to let Roy spend the night at the Spencer's.

Now it was first thing in the morning and Roy had to face the music. However, as he drove toward home his mind kept wandering back to the two times that he had fucked both of the women. He was amazed that he had been able to get it up that many times in such a short time but these were very unusual circumstances. He had never experienced such sexual excitement. Roy used to think that his and Anya's sex life was pretty good. They had tried a lot of things together. Anya had learned to be an expert at cocksucking and she even tolerated an occasional invasion of her asshole. Lately though he felt that their lovemaking was tending toward the routine and even getting pretty boring. He had never discussed this development with Anya and he had no idea that Anya might be feeling the same way.

As Roy turned into their driveway his thoughts suddenly refocused on his wife. She would be pissed, no doubt about it. Roy was not someone who ever drank to excess so he doubted that she believed Allen's story. Dozens of other possible explanations bounced around in his head. He quickly discarded each of them as being implausible. As he entered the front door he realized that his only way out may be to tell the truth and hope that Anya would be somewhat understanding of his transgression. He wasn't very optimistic however.

"Hi honey, is that you?" Anya called from the kitchen.

"Yes, it's me," Roy answered.

"How are you feeling this morning?" Anya asked as she came to meet him in the hall. "You must have a terrible hangover."

"Well, fortunately it's not nearly as bad as I expected," Roy replied. "I guess I deserve far worse. Is that fresh coffee I smell?"

"Yes. I made a pot when I found out you'd be home soon," Anya replied.

"How'd you find that out?" Roy asked feeling somewhat suspicious about how much his wife seemed to know.

"I called the Spencer's a bit ago. Allen said that you had just left."

"Oh. Did he say anything else?" Roy asked. He was afraid that Allen might have made up more tidbits about last night that could end up trapping him if he wasn't careful.

"No, he just said that he hoped that you didn't feel too badly today. But why do you ask? Is there something more that I should know. I don't buy his story you know. You don't ever drink too much and you really don't seem very hungover now. I'd like to hear from you what really happened last night."

"Let me get a cup of coffee and then we'll talk about it, OK?" Roy replied. His heart was suddenly in his throat as he realized that his worst fears about Anya's attitude were correct. She knew him too well.

Roy got his cup of coffee and then he and Anya sat down at the kitchen table. Roy was relieved to notice that Anya seemed more curious than angry. He hoped that attitude wouldn't change.

"OK, Roy... out with it. What happened?" Anya prodded him.

"Well, I did have more to drink last night than I can remember having in a long, long time," Roy began, "but you're right. That isn't the real reason I didn't come home. You see yesterday was Helen's birthday. We did a little celebrating last night."

"Ah," Anya replied, "so she had a sleep-over. Is that it? Look Roy, I used to have sleep-overs on my birthday too... but I quit that when I was ten or eleven... and besides my sleep-overs were all girls. So tell me how did you celebrate anyhow?"

Roy knew that he now had no way out. At least Anya hadn't flown off the handle yet and perhaps she already suspected what had happened. It was some comfort to Roy that Anya and Helen had known each other for several years. They weren't particularly close friends but they did seem to get along well with each other and Roy had never heard Anya express any animosity toward Helen for any reason.

"Well, that's sort of how it turned out," Roy continued. "You see, Helen has had this fantasy for a long time and Allen decided to make it happen for her birthday."

"Fantasy... what sort of fantasy?" Anya asked in a somewhat suspicious tone. "Are the Spencer's members of that club?" she continued.

"Why, ye... ye... yes, I think they are," Roy answered very hesitantly. "But why, what has that got to do with anything?"

"I just wondered if they were into those wild sex sort of things that the club does," Anya answered. "So what kind of fantasy was this... a gang bang?"

"Yes," Roy whispered. "It was a gang bang."

The look of disgust on Anya's face told Roy that she was not amused by his answer. "So tell me, who all was in on this? Was it all of your poker buddies? Did you all spend the night pounding the mattress with Helen? And where was Allen? Surely he wasn't around when this was taking place?"

"Yes it was all of the poker gang... and yes Allen was right there with us. He had set it up and he seemed to enjoy it as much as she did. In fact that really surprises me now that I think about it."

"Holy shit," Anya exclaimed. "I can't believe it. My devoted husband and his friends all fucked the wife of another friend while he watched. Is that it? Does she have no shame? How could a woman do such a thing? How could you do it Roy?"

"Look, I know I shouldn't have done it," was all that Roy could think of to say. "I know it's a terrible thing to be unfaithful. I guess I just succumbed to a moment of weakness. I'm sorry."

"Well, I want you to know that I find that sort of behavior shameful and disgusting," was Anya's parting comment as she got up and left the room.

Roy was amazed that there had been no big blowup. He was also surprised that Anya instinctively seemed to know what had happened. He had no idea that his conservative wife had any idea about such things as gang bangs. It was certainly a term and a concept that the two of them had never discussed before. Roy was also grateful that the fact that there were two women involved hadn't come up and probably wouldn't. He was in enough trouble over having fucked just one.

The discussion about Roy's infidelity continued off and on for the rest of the day. Throughout the conversation Anya remained very calm although she did speak about the incident in very stern judgmental tones. If Roy hadn't had such a good time fucking Helen and Vicki he might have felt more contrite. Perhaps the lack of sincerity in Roy's repeated apologies irritated Anya more than the realization as to what he had done. Finally late in the day the first real progress was made in their dialogue.

"Is there something lacking in our relationship?" Anya asked.

"Well, I guess I should ask you the same thing," Roy replied. "Don't you think that things have gotten pretty routine lately. Sex isn't nearly as exciting as it used to be. How do you feel?"

"I agree, but is that an excuse to fuck someone else? I mean I haven't done anything like that."

"No, I didn't say it was an excuse," Roy responded defensively. "Look, I've already said several times that I'm sorry. Maybe it's just natural to think about things like that if you're kind of bored. Don't you ever think about it?"

"Heavens no!" Anya retorted. "At least not in any specific way I don't."

"Haven't you ever thought about making it with any guys that you meet or see? Don't you ever wonder what some guy might be like in bed?"

"No, I haven't. I don't think much about anything to do with sex anymore. I just figure it's something that I've outgrown, so to speak."

"That's terrible. You mean that you don't like sex any more?"

"Oh, no. I still like it, I guess, but I've gotten used to the idea that the electricity goes away. It's just not like it used to be when we first got married, and I accept that as natural."

Roy was both surprised and disappointed at Anya's response. Having just had a great sexual awakening he felt his hopes of a regenerated sex life dashed by a sex partner who was losing interest in sex. He didn't know what exactly he wanted sexually from Anya at the moment, but he knew that whatever it was couldn't happen with someone who wasn't excited about sex.

Then another big step forward was made as Anya said "Look, I'm almost afraid to ask but is there something wrong with me? The way I look or the way I dress? I know that Helen is a very attractive woman. She always looks so good and dresses so well. Most women would give anything to look as good as her."

Suddenly Roy felt a real sense of guilt for the first time. He had not meant to make Anya feel jealous, but he had.

"No darling. There is nothing wrong with you. You look as wonderful and pretty as you did the day I married you."

This was no lie. Anya had diligently worked to maintain her trim figure and she had been blessed with a very pretty face which looks as youthful as on their wedding day nearly twenty years ago. She weighs the same as then although time has redistributed the weight slightly. Since she is 5' 6" tall she carries that weight well and she has no sags or bulges. She now measures a healthy 35-24-36. Over the years one inch had slipped from her breasts to her hips but she still looked fantastic. About ten years ago on a lark she bleached her medium brown hair a golden blonde and once Roy got used to the change he insisted that she keep it that way.

"In anyone's book you are easily as pretty as Helen or any other woman that I know," Roy continued. "I'm sure any man would agree with that."

If there was anything about Anya that Roy would like to change it was the way she dressed. When she married Roy she was one of the most stylish women he had ever known. As Anya passed the thirty mark she began to wear more conservative styles... styles that were also more the trend at the time. As she neared forty she began to wear clothes that Roy thought were more appropriate for his mother than his wife. Her skirts, when she wore them, had grown longer and longer so that the norm now is several inches below her knee.

Most of the time these days Anya wore slacks. Even her best evening wear was pants suits. Her selection of blouses was much less sexy with few frills or lace. None of them were sheer enough to reveal the bra she had on under it... which was just as well because her bras and the rest of her lingerie were now designed for utility, not for looks. Although Anya's breasts were still firm enough to need no support she wouldn't think of going out without a bra. Those times when they had gone out on special occasions with Anya wearing a sheer blouse and no bra were only distant memories now. Roy no longer enjoyed watching her dress or undress just so that he could get a look at her sexy undies. The final insult for Roy was that she wore only pantyhose. Anya no longer even owned a garter belt or stockings or even thigh-highs.

Roy wanted to find a way to discuss Anya's wardrobe with her but he never could work up the courage to do it. He tried buying her the kinds of sexier styles that he liked but his gifts were greeted with such firm rebuke that he gave that up as a lost cause. Perhaps, Roy thought as he pondered Anya's question, this is the opportunity that I've been hoping for.

"There is one thing though that maybe we can talk about now that you've brought it up," Roy went on somewhat tentatively.

"What's that?" Anya asked. "What's the problem?"

"Well, it's not a problem really... it's just that you used to wear such sexy clothes. I wish you still did," Roy confessed.

"I've gotten older Roy. Women in their forties don't dress like women in their twenties. Some of them try and they look pretty silly doing it."

"I agree that many of them shouldn't. In fact I don't mean you have to wear the outrageous fashions that college girls wear today. But that doesn't mean you have to dress like a dowdy old maid either."

"Dowdy? Did you say dowdy? Is that how you think I dress?" Anya asked with a tone of pain in her voice.

"Do other women your age dress like you do?" Roy asked trying to avoid a direct answer to her question. "I don't think they do. I know some that are pretty sharp dressers."

"Such as?" Anya said. She started to ask Roy to name them and then thinking about how well dressed Helen always seemed to be she thought better of it. However, her curiosity got the better of her and she continued "By the way what was Helen wearing last night... that is when she was dressed?... if she was dressed?"

"She had on a white cocktail dress. It was kind of sexy."

"Well, a slut would dress that way," Anya answered sarcastically. "Surely you don't think I should dress like a slut, do you?"

"No, of course not, but I don't think that Helen looked slutty at all. In fact her dress would be quite appropriate at a nice cocktail party. It was the sort of dress that you used to wear not too long ago... and that I think you'd look fantastic in now. In fact I think you'd look even better in it than Helen looked."

It dawned on Roy that Anya equated looking sexy with looking slutty. "Do you think that a woman who looks sexy is a slut?" he asked. "Is that it?"

"It depends on how old they are," Anya replied. "Older women shouldn't look that way. At least that's the way I've been taught."

"Whoa! Wherever did you learn that? I think women should want to look and feel sexy until the day they die... and I hope for you that's not for a long, long time."

"So tell me," Anya went on, "what was Helen's dress like? Was it super-short and so tight she had to be peeled out of it? Is that what you liked about it?" She remembered that she used to have a few dresses like that many years ago and Roy really seemed to like them.

"No, it was almost knee length and it did fit her quite snugly but it wasn't like she looked poured into it or anything. It wasn't anything extreme at all."

"And you'd like for me to dress that way? Is that it?" Anya asked hesitantly. She was beginning to see the light. Maybe she was going overboard with this "dressing my age" bit.

"And you don't think I'd look ridiculous if I did?" she went on.

"Not at all," Roy assured her. "You said earlier that you thought Helen looked good and dressed well. Well I meant it when I said I think you'd look even better. But dressing differently is not all there is to it. I wish you thought of yourself as a sexy woman... that you were still interested in sex."

"You mean you think I'd look good enough that a bunch of men would want to spend the night using my body... and that I'd want them to do it?" Anya said with a rather mischievous grin.

"I can't believe you said that and I don't think that's what I had in mind but I'm sure that a lot of men would jump at the chance," Roy replied. He hadn't thought about that possibility but he was sure that he didn't want his wife doing anything like that.

"If you feel like that why haven't you ever said anything about it before. I mean why did you have to go off and screw some other woman instead?" Anya asked again with a tone of jealousy and hurt.

"I've sure wanted too," Roy declared. "I've tried to think of ways to get you to dress like you used for a long time. I didn't want to make you angry or hurt your feelings so I guess I just kept my mouth shut. But I did buy you the kind of things I wished you'd wear. You always returned them or just put them away and never wore them. Do you remember that?"

"Yes, I remember. I didn't think you were serious. I thought this was some sort of practical joke or something. Some of those things were pretty outrageous, you know."

"Some of them were," Roy admitted as he remembered the crotchless panties and the half-bra that he bought her as a Valentine Day gift one year. He also bought a micro-length skirt and a blouse that was so sheer that it hid nothing. He hadn't really meant for Anya to wear them in public but he did fantasize about it.

"Most of them were pretty normal though," he continued. "I don't think knee length skirts or frilly white blouses are anything that couldn't be worn in public. In fact you used to wear a lot shorter skirts and much more sheer blouses. And you also used to wear garter belts and sexy panties and bras like the ones I bought you last year."

"I guess," Anya said skeptically. "Maybe I've gone a bit overboard but I'm not sure how comfortable I'd be if I changed that much. I'll have to think about it."

"I sure wish you would," Roy concluded. "I sure wish you would."

The subject was dropped at that point. Roy was delighted that the episode hadn't gotten more ugly than it did. In fact it seemed to him that there might be a very positive outcome if Anya was willing to act on their discussion. He wasn't sure what to do next but wisely decided to let Anya make the next move or reintroduce the issue when she was ready.

The next Monday night Roy was sitting in their study watching the football game when Anya came in and announced "I went shopping today on my lunch hour. Would you like to see what I got?"

At first Roy was annoyed at the interruption but the possible significance of her announcement suddenly hit him. "Sure, I'd love to," he replied. "I hope this means what I think it means," he thought to himself.

"OK, just a minute," she said as she turned and went back to their bedroom.

Roy returned to watching the game. His back was to the door so he didn't see Anya's return.

"Well, what do you think?" she said.

Roy turned and couldn't believe his eyes. Here was his still sexy wife in the sort of outfit that she used to wear. She had on a pleated plaid skirt that ended just above the knee. Her white blouse was so sheer that he could see the sexy lace bra under it.

"WOW! It's fantastic!" he exclaimed. "You look like a million."

"That's not all," Anya said. "Want to see the rest?"

"Sure," Roy replied.

Anya lifted her skirt to reveal stocking tops. Then she pulled it higher until Roy could see that she was wearing a garter belt and panties that matched the bra. The lace on the panties was sheer enough that he could see the shadow of her brown beaver within.

"Do you like it?" Anya asked.

"Like it? I LOVE it! Sweetheart, you are the sexiest woman alive. I hope you're ready for the consequences of how much I like it," he said as he got up and swept her up in his arms.

"Roy, what are you doing?" she asked with a giggle.

"You'd better get out of those things if you don't want them messed up," he advised as he laid her down on their bed. "You're about to get the best fucking you've had in a long time."

Roy never did watch any more of the football game. He and Anya fucked and sucked each other more that night than they had in the last two months. The next morning Anya was awakened to find Roy about to slip his hard cock back into her cunt for the third fuck in the last few hours.

"Whatever has gotten into you?" she asked. "Does that mean that you like my new clothes?"

"Do I ever," Roy replied. "Thank you sweetheart for getting them."

"Well, I certainly do like the result and I must admit I'm surprised at how it's made me feel. I feel like a new woman. There is one problem though."

"What's that?"

"That stuff was expensive," she replied. "I mean the lingerie cost a fortune. I don't think I can afford to buy much of it."

"If that's what's holding you back from always dressing like that it's no problem. I'll buy you all of the new stuff that you want. In fact I'd be delighted to do it. Just shopping for it should be a lot of fun."

The next weekend Anya and Roy went shopping. Anya's new wardrobe cost Roy nearly $3,000 but he was delighted with the result. Anya modelled each outfit for him and every one of them was stunning. He was married to a new person. Anya's appearance wasn't the only thing that changed. She acted like a different person. She began to flirt with him and tease him sexually. She acted like the woman he remembered from a few years ago.

Everything between them went wonderfully for about a month. Their sex life had taken on new life and this made them both a lot happier and more vibrant.

Then suddenly one Friday night things changed dramatically. Late in the afternoon Anya called Roy at his office and said she would be coming home late. Something had come up at her office and her boss wanted her to stay late to help take care of it. She apologized and said she'd be home as soon as she could.

Roy immediately became suspicious. In all of her five years at this job Anya had never worked late on a Friday and whenever she worked late on other nights she knew about it a day or two ahead of time. "What is going on?" he wondered anxiously. He had no choice but to wait and see.

Roy waited nervously at home for Anya to arrive. She hadn't said how long she'd be working so he had no idea when to expect her but when 9:00 pm came and went he started to get really worried. "I wish she'd call to say she's alright," he said to himself. "Maybe I should call her." He tried calling her office but there was no answer. This made him even more concerned.

Finally just before 11:00 pm he heard Anya's car in the driveway. He met her at the door. What he saw was a real shock. She looked like she had been through a street fight. Her clothes were disheveled and her makeup was smeared. Her hair looked like she hadn't brushed it in days.

"Are you alright?" he asked fearfully. "I was getting terribly worried."

"Yes, I'm fine," Anya replied calmly. "In fact I'm terrific. I didn't mean to worry you, but I just got laid. Now we're almost even."

Roy couldn't believe his ears. "You what?"

"I just got fucked... and fucked really good. Don't I look it?" she went on.

"Yes, you sure do," Roy agreed. His heart sank as his wife announced her infidelity. "But why did you do it?" he asked.

"You did it first, remember?" she answered. "I just wanted to try it to see what it's like... and to get even I guess."

"OK. OK, so I guess I deserved it, but who with? Who is the guy?" Roy suddenly felt a great sense of curiosity about what Anya had just done. He also sensed that he was getting aroused as he looked at her and realized what she had just done.

"It was Phil," she replied.

"Holy shit! You mean you just fucked your boss? That's unbelievable."

"Yep, I just fucked my boss... and it was a lot of fun too. A lot more fun than I ever would have imagined. Thank you for giving me the idea," Anya answered with a laugh.

"What do you mean 'giving you the idea'?" Roy inquired. "I've never suggested anything of the kind."

"No, of course you didn't, but you did open up the subject of having sex with other people and the more I thought about it the more I thought I should try it myself. You know that up until tonight you were the only person I'd ever done it with. Now I know why you really didn't act so sorry about having fucked Helen... and Vicki."

"WHAT? What do you mean?" Roy was shocked to hear Anya mention Vicki. He had been very careful about not mentioning her. "How did you find out about that?" he asked.

"Helen told me," Anya replied. "I called her up last week because I was curious about how she could have done something like that. She was surprised at first that I knew about it but then she assumed that I knew everything. Obviously I didn't... but I do now."

"Oh no!" Roy moaned. He figured that now he was in really deep shit and just when things were starting to go so well with him and Anya. "Look, I'm sorry. I guess I felt that telling you about Vicki would just make a mess even more complicated. I mean once I crossed the line and fucked another woman the second woman didn't seem to make a lot of difference."

"Well, I hope you feel the same way about me because as I said, I'm ALMOST even. So far I've fucked one other guy. I still have one more coming... pardon the pun."

"Ya, I guess," Roy said numbly. He was overwhelmed. His feelings were so confused he didn't know what else to say. He was relieved that again he had dodged a bullet because Anya hadn't been really angry even when she found out about Vicki. He was also hurt that his wife had just let another man have her and that she talked about doing it at least one more time. He also felt strangely turned on by all of this. That is the part that confused him the most.

"I'm going to go to bed," he replied. "I've got to get some sleep and then we can talk some more about this. OK?"

"Sure sweetheart," Anya replied. Then she really surprised him by giving him a kiss and saying "I love you Roy."

Although Anya fell asleep quickly Roy found himself tossing and turning as his mind churned over the revelation of Anya's adultery. His restlessness woke Anya who asked what the problem was. When Roy told her that he couldn't seem to relax and go to sleep she offered a solution.

"I'll bet a nice blowjob will help you relax." With that she moved down and gave him one of the best blowjobs he could ever remember getting. When he came Anya eagerly swallowed every drop and then licked him clean as was her custom.

"There darling. I hope you're better now. You know I had almost forgotten how much I love the taste of cum. I didn't know until tonight that not all cum tastes alike. I wonder if every man tastes different," she concluded as she turned over to go to sleep.

The next morning both Roy and Anya seemed reluctant to start a conversation. They were both thinking about what Anya had done the night before and neither of them were very clear yet as to how they felt about it. Anya's feelings vacillated between guilt and delight. Roy's feelings varied from anger and hurt to arousal. The fact that he found himself getting turned on at the same time he was feeling upset really puzzled Roy. His mixed feelings ultimately converged in a need to know more about what happened.

"So tell me what happened last night," he finally began. "I mean where did you two go?"

"Well, we went to Phil's house," Anya answered. "His wife is out of town for the weekend."

"Jeez, don't you think that was kind of risky. I mean what if a friend of theirs had stopped by... or his wife had come home unexpectedly."

"Maybe it was," Anya replied. "However at the time I didn't think of any of that. I had gotten so turned on by the time we left the office that I wasn't thinking about anything but fucking. I know that sounds shameful, but it's true."

"How did this all come about anyhow?" Roy pressed. "I mean after all of this time how did the subject of sex between you two come up?"

"Phil immediately noticed my new wardrobe. I guess you were right about my having been dowdy before. Phil said exactly the same thing, but he commented repeatedly about how great I looked in my new clothes. You know how women are. His compliments started to get to me. Then his remarks started to include my lingerie. He could see several of my new bras beneath my new blouses. A few days ago he began to wonder out loud if the rest of my lingerie matched my bras. At first I responded by telling him he'd never know for sure. Then on Wednesday when I was wearing the new sheer light blue set that you bought, he asked if I wore pantyhose or stockings. I don't know what possessed me but I stood up in front of his desk and pulled up my skirt. I had only intended to let him see my stocking tops but I guess I went too far."

"What happened?" Roy asked impatiently. As he listened to his wife tell of her exploits showing her boss her undies, Roy suddenly realized that he was getting very hard. He couldn't wait to hear more.

"Well, he said that he loved my panties and that he finally confirmed that I was not a natural blonde. I was so embarrassed that I thought I'd die. I had no intention of letting him see that much of me. My face must have turned a thousand shades of red. He quickly said he was sorry for having said that... but that he certainly wasn't sorry for what he had seen."

"Then what?" Roy again prompted. "Did he try to do anything?"

"Not right away," Anya continued. "I must have stood there in a daze for a few seconds because I remember suddenly realizing that I still had my skirt pulled up. I quickly dropped it and turned to leave his office. As I did so I noticed that my pussy was soaking wet. Just as I was about to open the door Phil came up behind me and put his arms around me. I was so shocked I didn't know what to do. I just stood there as he began to caress my breasts. I was about to object and dash out the door when my remaining resolve vanished. I let him feel me and then he ran one of his hands down and reached under my skirt to rub my pussy through my panties."

"Oh my gawd," Roy exclaimed. "That's unbelievable. What happened then? Did he fuck you?"

"No. He did work his fingers inside of my panties and ran them up and down my slit before he got one of them up inside me. Meanwhile I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. I knew that we were both ready, and I was thinking about pulling up my skirt and just bending over so that he could take me from behind when one of the office clerks knocked on his door."

"Darn," Roy exclaimed. "Bad timing!"

"Yes it was," Anya replied, "but why do you say that? Did you want him to fuck me?"

"I guess I did? I mean I don't know what I wanted. Look I don't understand this but what you're telling me has me so excited right now that you're about to get fucked." With that Roy turned Anya so that she was facing away from him and toward the kitchen table. He pressed her forward until she was face down on the table. Then he threw her skirt up over her back and quickly slipped down her panties. He now had easy access to his wife's hot wet cunt and he wasted no time in filling it with his hard cock.

"Is this what you wanted him to do to you before someone came to the door?" he asked as he pushed all the way into her.

"Yes, that's it," Anya murmured breathlessly. "Fuck me Roy darling. Fuck me."

Roy knew it wouldn't take him long to cum. He hoped that he could make Anya cum too so he reached down and started to rub her clit with his finger. He could feel his cock pumping in and out of her pussy. His efforts were successful and Anya came moments before he dumped a hot load of cum deep in her belly. He stood motionless for several seconds and then slowly withdrew. As his cockhead popped out of her opening he saw a stream of his cum following it. He must have cum a gallon.

"Oh Roy, that was a wonderful surprise," Anya cooed. "I love you darling."

"I love you too sweetheart," Roy replied.

"Does that mean that you're not mad at me about last night?" Anya continued. "I know I really shouldn't have done that, but I guess this time it was me that sort of got carried away."

"No, strangely I don't feel mad at all. In fact I find the whole thing very exciting. Did you say that you planned on doing it again?"

"Well, I said I had one more time coming to make us even," Anya replied. "I certainly don't have anything specific planned. Why do you ask?"

"Because I'm thinking I might sort of like it if you did. I mean I wouldn't want you sneaking around on the side but I really got excited when you told me about Phil. Do you understand?"

"I sure don't. I don't understand it at all... but I sure did enjoy the result just now. And I have to admit that I enjoyed fucking Phil. Having a strange cock was a lot more fun than I ever would have guessed. If you really mean that you want me to fuck Phil again or to fuck some other guy, I guess I'd be willing to oblige. Maybe Helen isn't as crazy or perverted as I thought."

Roy and Anya didn't discuss the matter again that weekend but they did have some terrific sex on both Saturday and Sunday nights. Roy made a passing comment on Monday morning that Anya should be sure to wear her sexiest underwear to work to keep her boss happy but Anya didn't take much notice.

"I doubt that Phil will say anything more to me about it," she said. "He's had me and now he's satisfied. He just wanted a conquest... another notch on his pistol so to speak. The women at the office have said for a long time that Phil has a goal of fucking every woman at the company. Now he can add me to his list and he'll go on to the next one. I'm sure there are several there who he hasn't nailed yet."

"Maybe, but I'll bet you're wrong. I think you are so much better in bed than any of the others that he'll want to make fucking you a regular habit."

"It's a bet," Anya replied as she walked out the door.

She was soon to find out how wrong she was. She had just sat down at her desk when Phil called her into his office.

"Panty check," she approached his desk.

"What?" Anya asked in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I want to see what sort of panties you have on today? I really loved the ones you had on last Wednesday and Friday. They were really sexy. So let me see what the ones are like that you have on today?"

"Phil! I'm shocked! What sort of woman do you think I am? Just because I got carried away and let you have your way with me last week doesn't mean that I'll let it happen again."

"Oh, come on Anya. Cut the righteous indignation. You enjoyed every minute of our fun last week. You can't deny that, and besides you were the one who stood in front of me and lifted up your skirt to show me your goodies. I didn't ask you to do that. You just did it and doing it made your pussy so wet that a guy could have drowned in it."

"Well, ah... ahh... ahh... it's not wet now," Anya said as she tried to regain her composure. "In fact not only am I not turned on but I'm really pretty angry about this."

"Anya, you sexy slut, I'll make you a bet," Phil said as he reached for his wallet. "I'll bet you $100 that your cunt is dripping right now. If it's not, you can keep the money. If it is I get to fuck you right here right now."

Anya didn't know what had come over her. She was sure that her pussy was very wet right now. She didn't want to admit it to Phil... or perhaps even to herself, but this conversation had gotten her very excited. "You're on," she said. "I'll go to the bathroom and check. Then I'll come back and collect."

"Oh no you don't," Phil objected. "I'll be the judge. Come on over here so I can check for myself. In fact why don't you take off your panties. You won't want them on when I'm fucking you anyhow."

As if she were having an out-of-body experience Anya saw herself bend down and slip off her panties. Then she walked around the desk and stood beside Phil's chair.

Phil slowly ran his hand up her leg. Anya felt chills running up her spine as he got close to her pussy. When he touched her lips she jumped. Then she felt his finger slip into her slit. She knew she was dripping wet. Phil was going to fuck her again.

"Just as I thought Anya. Your pussy is totally ready."

Then he slid his finger down her slit and slowly inserted it into her opening. He gently began to finger fuck her while he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Then he removed his hand and put his finger in his mouth and licked her juices from it.

"Anya, you are delicious. I am going to eat your hot pussy before I fill it. Sit up here on the desk," Phil instructed.

Again Anya silently obeyed. She suddenly found herself sitting on her boss's desk with her feet resting on the arms of his chair. Her knees were spread and bent. Her cunt was open and ready for his enjoyment. She quickly learned that her boss was an expert at cunnilingus. He ran his tongue gently around all of the sensitive parts of her pussy taking special effort when he found her clit. In just a few minutes she felt she was about to cum as he fucked her with his fingers and nibbled on her clit.

"Ooooh, Phil. Ohhhh! You are so good. That feels so nice." Then Anya's body shook as she came for the first time that morning. Before he let her leave his office he had eaten her to a second climax and then brought her to a third with his cock. He dumped an enormous load of cum into her cunt and then made her put on her panties. He said that she couldn't clean her pussy up until she got home. Anya wondered if he suspected that Roy knew about them or if he was trying to humiliate Roy by sending his wife home with a load of cum in her.

As soon as Anya got back to her desk she called Roy at his office.

"Oh, hi sweetheart," he said when he realized who it was. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes dear. Everything's fine," she replied. "I just wanted to let you know that you were right."

"Oh, is Phil interested in getting into your pants again?" Roy asked.

"He already has," she replied. "I wasn't here 15 minutes before he was eating me on his desk. Then he fucked me. He wants to talk to me again before I leave tonight... and in the meantime he won't let me clean up my messy pussy until I get home."

"That sounds fantastic," Roy said as he felt his cock begin to throb. "I can't wait to hear all about it. But tell me, did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, it was fun but I don't want Phil to know exactly how much fun. I'm afraid things could get complicated here if this becomes a regular thing. I mean I'm sure I must have a 'freshly fucked' look about me."

"I'd like to see that," Roy responded. "Wow, my horny wife just got laid again... and I love it. I can't wait to see you at home but I have to run now. I'm late for a meeting."

"Bye dear."

That night Roy couldn't wait to find out the juicy details from Anya. He met her at the door and as they kissed 'hello' he reached down to feel her pussy. Her panties were a gooey wet mess just as she had said.

"Wow, is this all still there from this morning?" Roy asked.

"No. He did me again tonight just before I left," Anya answered. "I've got so much cum in me that I was afraid I'd have a spot on my skirt that could be seen for blocks. Fortunately I wore a light color today and maybe it doesn't show that much."

"Ahh," Roy gasped. He couldn't believe how things had progressed. Here stood his formerly reserved wife who had apparently lost interest in sex. Her boss had fucked her twice today and her cunt was full of his cum and she was telling her husband all about it.

"I want to hear every detail," he prompted. "What happened? What did he say?

Anya recounted the day blow by blow. Roy nearly came when she described being fucked and eaten on her boss's desk. Then Anya told him the most amazing news of all.

"This afternoon Phil and I worked out a deal... that is if it's OK with you."

"What sort of deal?"

"He offered me an instant raise of $500 per month. He would get the right to inspect my panties every day when I arrive for work. At least once a week he will bring me some new panties which I am to put on and model for him. Then he would have the right to get into them as many times that day as he likes."

"Holy shit! That sounds incredible. The money is great but how do you feel about the sex?" Roy asked.

"Well, this would only be for three months and then we'd talk about it again but the raise would be permanent. I think I'd like it though. Phil is a good lover and I found out today that he really knows how to eat pussy."

"Wow, I don't believe it. Did you accept?" Roy asked.

"I told him I'd have to think about it and talk it over with you."

"You said what?" Roy asked in disbelief.

"I said I'd have to talk to you about it. Oh, I told Phil right up front that you knew all about last Friday and that I'd even called you after he fucked me this morning. At first he seemed kind of pissed off about that, but when he realized that you liked the idea he calmed down. In fact as I left he said to tell you thank you for being so generous with me. He thinks you're a 'hell of a good sport'."

"A good sport? Is that what I am? Well maybe so but I am having one hell of a good time at it. I do have one request though. Why don't you bring Phil home sometime and fuck him here so I can watch. I could just hide in the closet so he wouldn't even have to know about it. What do you think?"

"Sweetheart, if that's what you'd like I'll do it... or at least try. I'm not sure how comfortable I'd be knowing you're watching but I guess I can live with that. There is one more thing I need to tell you about, however."

"What's that?" Roy asked.

"Well, Phil says that one of his old college buddies is coming into town tomorrow and he wondered if I'd be willing to show the guy around town tomorrow night."

"Holy shit!" Roy exclaimed. "I assume that means going to his room and screwing him, right?"

"Yes," Anya said as she blushed. "I know it sounds disgusting, but remember I still have one more coming."

"Yes, I guess you do," Roy agreed as he felt his cock getting hard again. "If you're going to start behaving like that, maybe we should join that club," he continued thinking of the fun he could have with some of the other wives.

"Funny you should say that," Anya replied, "when I talked to Helen Spencer the other day she asked if we might be interested in joining the club. I told her that we'd been asked before and weren't interested but that maybe things were different now. I said I'd talk to you about it. What do you think?"

"Well things sure are different now. I think it would be a lot of fun... for both of us. I'd love to see you get sold to some other guys... maybe you could even have a gang bang... and I'd love to buy a wife or two myself. Let's do it."

"Great. I'll call her tonight," Anya replied. She felt her pussy getting hot again at the mention of a gang bang.



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