Another Cheating Wife Story - Or Is It?  by RLM

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Lancer's Sports Bar:

  It was a good night... No!  That's not right... not at all.  It
was a great night!... A really great night!   I felt so damn good
I had even treated some of the guys at Lancer's Sports Bar to a
round of drinks... something I can't remember ever having done
before.  I was high... really high, not on drugs, of course, as I
never do that shit, but on the euphoria of having really stuck it
to the worthless, cheating bitch... and I mean Bitch, with a
capital "B".  Fuck!  It was just beautiful, I still could hardly
believe how well every single one of my plans had worked... just
to fucking A perfection!

  I had even begun chuckling over the events when Harmon Adams
strolled into the bar around 9 PM.  He had intended to just stop
in for a quick beer when he saw me laughing to myself.  Since
that's not something one sees every day, a rock-solid,
down-to-earth guy sitting at a bar laughing aloud to no one in
particular, Harmon got his beer and came over, curiosity written
all over his face.

  "What the hell's so funny, Earl?  If someone had said I was
gonna see Earl Taylor sitting by himself at a bar laughing out
loud, I would have told him he needed to see a shrink immediately
before his dementia got worse.  What going on?"

  "Oh Man, I'm here to tell you, Harmon, that it's beautiful...
just fucking beautiful!"  I started chuckling again, actually
unable to stop."

  "Ok.  You've convinced me, Earl.  It's gorgeous... just
out-of-this-world, fucking fantastic.  Now, are you going to tell
me what's going on or should I call the paramedics to examine
your head?  By the way, where's Arlene?  First time I've seen you
here without her."

  "Arlene's toast, Harmon.  Just totally burnt, dried out,
worthless toast.  She's history.  I caught the bitch cheating. 
At first, I just wanted to kill her and the assholes she was
fucking, but I knew that was dumb... really dumb.  End up in
prison over a worthless bitch like that... no fucking way, Jose!
So... so, I devised a plan to nail her ass and the asses of all
the jerks who were pronging the whore's cunt.  And it worked! 
Unbelievably well, and that's what I'm laughing about.  It's just
beautiful, Man!"

  "That sounds really interesting," Harmon said sitting down on
the bar stool beside me.  "How about telling me all the details?"

  By this time, several of the other guys I know well, as well as
one or two I had never seen before, were crowding around to hear
about Arlene.  Since she was a fox... and I'm talking FOX... with
big tits, a hot, sexy ass, dynamite legs, all below an absolutely
beautiful face and matched by a sultry, flirty attitude, I knew
that's why most of them wanted to hear about her spreading her
legs for other men.  I assumed the two guys I had never seen
before were just there out of curiosity.  In fact, one of them
even asked, "Mind if I listen?  I'm Carl Lambert.  Your story
sounds very interesting, and if you don't mind, I'd would
appreciate your letting me hear it."

  "No problem, Carl.  Pull up a chair.  It's one hell of a
story."  Just before I started, Jack, the bartender, set another
beer in front of me saying, "It's on the house, Earl.  Mind if I
listen too?"

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Finding Arlene:

  It all started about two and a half years ago.  I was still a
bachelor at 32 having never married.  At first, I simply didn't
have the time to court a woman as I was working 14 to 15 hours a
day on my construction business.  At that point, I couldn't
afford to hire much in the way of help.  So, I was doing all of
the management, all of the advertising and hustling for
contracts, and a lot of the actual construction work on our
projects.

  Fortunately, I have a lot of interpersonal skills as well as
construction skills and that, plus some help from very good
friends, gave me the edge I needed to get the business moving and
then, as the years passed, really turn it into a gold mine.  By
the time I was 29, I already had my first million in a
diversified stock portfolio plus the value of all the capital
equipment I now owned.  When I was 30, the company had grown into
the most successful and sought-after in the region.  My stock
portfolio had expanded to more than two million, thanks to the
increased business and astute investments.  In addition, I owned
a beautiful home on a six acre wooded lot complete with all the
amenities.

  Even though I was slaving away at business 14 hours a day, I
still had a strong sex drive, and since neither fucking my hand
or hookers appealed to me, I had a problem.  Not having the time
to spend courting and dating women, I had to content myself with
an occasional one-night stand with a bored housewife or one whose
husband was cheating on her.

  Finally, when I reached my 32nd birthday, the business was
practically running itself.  My net worth was now more than three
 million, and I figured I could begin to take some time to
myself.  More specifically, I decided that I didn't really want
to be a bachelor spending my free evenings searching for pussy
and, of course, usually striking out.  However, having been away
from the dating game for so many years, I really had very few
skills in the area.  But if I could build a multi-million dollar
company from scratch on a near shoestring, I ought to be able to
learn enough to get some dates with a nice woman or two... or
three... who would be interested in more than a one-night stand.

  However, as soon as I tried find such women, I immediately ran
into more problems.  There were quite a few women at the clubs
and lounges I usually frequented, but they were either very
provocatively dressed hookers, or sexily-dressed married women
looking for a likely partner for the night or for a few days when
hubby was out of town, or they were single girls out to party,
get high, and fuck with a stud or studs who turned them on.  I
should know since such women were the only kinds I had been with
for eight or nine years.

  When I discussed the problem with a couple of my friends, they
both suggested I join a church group where I would likely find a
number of very conservative, single women interested in children
and marriage.  I was sure that was right, but I had no interest
in attending church functions or in highly conservative women.

  What I wanted was something like the good-looking,
sexily-dressed married women who liked sex and were looking to
play while hubby was away.  But I wanted them currently single,
currently hot for sex, but interested in settling down with a guy
for the long haul.  After two months of looking, I had come up
with zilch... zero... nil... nothing.

  I just about decided to give up and go back to picking up
hot-to-trot married women.  At least, I could get laid, which was
more than I had achieved with my search over the past two months.
 At that point, however, Miss Arlene Martin came into our main
office and asked Doris, the company receptionist, if the
Executive Secretary position for which I had advertised was still
open.

  "I think so," she had responded.  "At least if Mr. Taylor has
filled the position, he hasn't informed me.  If you can wait a
moment, I'll check."

  "Sure.  No problem."

  At that point, the red light on my intercom system flashed
letting me know it was Doris.  "Yes, Doris?" I asked.

  "There's a Miss Arlene Martin here who's interested in the
Executive Secretarial position.  Have you filled it yet, Sir?"

  "No, it's still open.  Please ask Miss Martin to leave her
resume' and references.  Tell her that I'll look them over
sometime later today or tomorrow and let her know."

  "Yes Sir."  At this point Doris lowered her voice and
continued, "But I think you probably want to interview Miss
Martin right now, Sir, if you know what I mean."

  "That sounds like some very sound advice, Doris.  Thank you. 
Would you please ask Miss Martin to come in."

  A moment later, Doris opened my office door and invited Miss
Martin to enter.  "This is the President and CEO of Taylor
Construction, Inc., Mr. Earl Taylor.  Mr. Taylor, this is Miss
Arlene Martin.  She's here to apply for the Executive Secretarial
position we have open."  Doris smiled at Arlene and left, closing
the door behind her.

  It was immediately obvious to me why Doris had suggested that
should see Arlene.  The woman was stunningly gorgeous... so much
so that I felt the need to shuffle some papers around on my desk
to give myself some time to collect my thoughts before speaking
to her.  Stalling for time, I said,  "I'll be with you in a
moment, Miss Martin.  I just need to finish this before I forget
what I was doing."

  Arlene smiled graciously and waited without comment.  About a
minute later, I pushed the papers aside and looked up at her
again.  She was standing directly in front of my desk, her head
cocked to one side, obviously examining me just as closely as I
was examining her.

  Arlene was dressed attractively in a tight white blouse that
showed no cleavage.  Her black patterned skirt fit snuggly, but
the hem came within an inch of knee... just short enough to
attract male attention but long enough to maintain a proper level
of modesty.  Her legs were encased in dark, mesh stockings, and
she wore attractive, three-inch heels.  Her dark, shoulder-length
lustrous hair framed a beautiful face.  She was an awesomely
beautiful woman.

  Realizing that I was staring at her and had not yet spoken
since asking her to give me a moment, I cleared my throat and
asked her to take a seat.  She smiled at me knowingly, seated
herself on the couch opposite my desk, and waited.  Again I
stared.  Her blouse was almost neck-high and showed no cleavage,
but it could not conceal the firm thrust of her large breasts. 
She saw my eyes on her chest but made no move to change her
position.

  Over the next 20 minutes, I reviewed the responsibilities of
the position, the benefits, working hours, and salary.  As I
spoke, she made an occasional note in a small book she had taken
from her handbag.

  "I see from your resume' that you've held such positions
before.  Your references are all very good, Arlene.  It appears
that your last position was in the St. Louis area.  Is that
correct?"

  She nodded but did not speak.  "You're a long ways from home,
Arlene," I commented with a smile.  Again, she just nodded.  She
also leaned back on the couch and crossed her legs.  Even though
only a few inches of her stocking-covered thighs were visible,
the sight was mesmerizing.  Her legs was as fantastic as the rest
of her.

  After 30 minutes, I couldn't think of any way to keep the woman
in my office any longer without it being pathetically obvious.  I
gave up and offered her the position.

  "Thank you, Mr. Taylor.  I was desperately hoping you would say
that.  When do I start?"

  "Would tomorrow be too soon?"

  "Not at all.  I was also hoping you would say that.  Thank
you."

  "May I ask why you were desperate to obtain this position,
Arlene?  With your references and beauty, you could pretty much
land any open position you wanted and even cause non-existent
positions to open up for you."

  "What a very nice thing to say, Mr. Taylor.  Thank you.  I was
hoping to get this position for three reasons... the job is
exactly the type I do well and the benefits and salary are
excellent.  I had heard that you treat your employees
exceptionally well and fairly."

  "Now it's my turn to thank you, Arlene... but that's only two
reasons.  You said there's a third?"

  "I enjoy working for very sexy, handsome, virile-looking men,
Mr. Taylor.  Women have sexual drives every bit the equal of men.
 I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Taylor."

  Even though I don't like fucking my right hand, after seeing
Arlene that afternoon, I fucked it three times thinking about her
before I could get to sleep that night.

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Dating Arlene:

  Arlene's work was excellent from her very first day on the job.
 Three weeks later, I wondered how I ever ran the place without
her.  She was prompt, efficient, inventive, and best of all,
absolutely gorgeous.  Although she wore very appropriate clothes
to work, attractive, but not provocative and certainly not
slutty, I still got hard whenever I looked at her for more than
five minutes.  She just exuded sex without even trying to do so.

  After three weeks, I asked her if she would join me for lunch.
 I told her it was so we could go over important business
matters, and she didn't question me even though I was certain
that she knew better.  Before a week was up, I knew that she had
been divorced for years and was still single.  More importantly,
I found out that she didn't date, didn't have a boyfriend, and
wasn't gay.  It wasn't hard to found out about all of these
things... she just told me when I asked.

  At lunch on Wednesday of her fifth week, she order a salad for
lunch but pushed it back as soon as it arrived.  She pushed her
chair back, crossed her gorgeous legs, stared at me for a few
moments without saying anything.  Finally, she asked, "Is there
something wrong with me, Earl?  Do I irritate you in some way?"

  I was stunned... shocked... so much so, I didn't know what to
say.  I eventually blurted out, "No!  Of course not!  Why would
you think that?"

  "May I be frank?"

  "Certainly.  This is private.  Just between us."

  "Well, I've been working for you for almost five weeks now...
23 days to be exact.  And I've been close to you almost
constantly... eight hours or more a day.  I know if I cross my
legs, or bend over with you behind me, or if I "accidentally"
leave a button on my blouse open, you get an erection very
quickly."

  "Oh god... I'm sorry, Arlene.  It's just that..."

  "ssshhhhh... don't interrupt me, Earl.  Let me finish, please.
As I was saying... I know I turn you on, yet after 23 days, you
having even made a minor pass at me, much less hit on me.  Quite
frankly, Earl, I've never had a man respond that way...
particularly not a powerful, confident, aggressive man like
yourself.  At first, I was worried... then I felt insulted...
now, I'm just really curious.  How come?  I know you're not gay.
So why?"

  "Two reasons.  First is the obvious one.  Sexual harassment. 
You work for me.  I'm your boss.  That severely limits the things
I'm permitted to do."

  "I've considered that, but that only applies if the person
first makes it clear that she/he doesn't welcome the attention. 
I know you know that, and since I've never done or said anything
to suggest I wouldn't welcome your attention, the real reason has
to be number two... so what is it?"

  "I wanted to ask you out, Arlene.  In fact, I've wanted to date
you since that first day you came into my office to apply for the
job.  But at first, I thought it was premature since we didn't
even know each other."

  "Well, how long does it take you to "get to know" someone, as
you put it?" she asked.

  "I had planned to ask you about two weeks ago, but then you
told me that you were divorced, didn't have a boyfriend, and
didn't date.  I guess I assumed that you were sending me a
message that you weren't interested.  I figured that your
ex-husband must have been so terrible that he soured you on men
in general.  Anyway, that's reason number two."

  "Ok, Fair enough.  I guess I fouled the waters myself with my
comments.  I'm really sorry about that.  For the record, I love
men.  I love to be around them, go places and do things with
them,  and I love sex.  I don't have a boyfriend because every
guy I've dated is only interested in fucking me, and guys like
that make really awful lovers."

  "Oh.  I didn't realize you even dated.  You said you didn't."

  "I don't.  But I've let a few guys pick me up at clubs on the
weekends when I don't have to work the next day."  Arlene smiled
and added, "I told you that I don't date and don't have a
boyfriend.  I never said I was a virgin, Earl."

  "That's no problem.  Neither am I.  Would you have dinner with
me Friday night... dinner and a movie... or dinner and dancing
afterwards, your choice?"

  "I'd love to, Earl.  What time?"

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  When I picked Arlene up at her apartment, she came to the door
wearing a stunning white dress with a matching white coat.  Her
dress again came to within an inch of her knees, but this time
about a third of her gorgeous breasts were on display.

  "My god.  You're just drop-dead gorgeous," I gasped unable to
tear my eyes away from her delicious looking breasts.

  "Thank you, Earl.  I'm delighted you think so, but I am a
little surprised."

  "Why?"

  "Because I know damn well you've been staring at my tits for
five weeks now.  I didn't think they would get this much of a
response from you."

  "True, but this is first time I've seen any of them "in the
flesh", so to speak.  Your business outfits at the office never
show off any cleavage."

  "Want me to wear something more revealing to work, Boss?"

  I had to smile.  It was the first time she had ever addressed
me as "boss".  "No.  I prefer to keep the privilege of seeing
them to myself.  But I am curious.  At the office, you always
wear stockings and heels.  Are you wearing stockings tonight?"

  For an answer, Arlene turned and hiked one side of her dress
well above mid-thigh to show me that her legs were bare.  Again,
I stared at her incredible legs like a high school boy.

  "I thought about wearing some sexy stockings, but you've
already seen most of my stockings, so I decided that you might
enjoy seeing my legs bare.  Judging from your response, I think I
made the right decision," she said as her eyes locked on to my
tented pants.

  "Let's go to dinner before I completely disgrace myself."

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  Dinner was excellent.  I had stopped by "Gasteau's" earlier in
the afternoon and asked him to really go all out for dinner
tonight.

  "Ah ha!  Vous avez une jolie jeune fille, n'est pas?"  he
asked.

  "Oui.  Elle est tres magnifique, Gasteau.

  "Comment les grandes sont ses seins?"

  "Don't Frenchmen ever think about anything other than the size
of a woman's tits, Gasteau?"  I laughed.

  "Not often.  So how big are they?"

  "Je pense que ses seins sont grandes.  Mais, je n'sais pas
encore."

  "You think they're big, but you don't know yet?  I think I need
to give you some lessons, mon ami."

  "Probably, but for tonight, just fix a fantastic dinner for
us."

  Gasteau really out did himself.  And Arlene was amazed.  "That
was fantastic, Earl.  My god!  I've never eaten anything so
delicious as the veal, and the crepe suzettes were awesome."

  You need to thank Monsieu Gasteau.  He's the owner, he's the
one responsible."  I motioned Gasteau over to the table.  He came
over with a huge smile covering his face.

  "Arlene, may I introduce Monsieu Robert Gasteau.  He's the
owner and chief chef of "Gasteau's".  Robert, this lovely lady is
Miss Arlene Martin."

  "Enchante', Mademoiselle.  Enchante'."  Robert took her hand,
bent over deeply at the waist, and kissed it.  After all, what
better way is there to look down Arlene's cleavage?

  Arlene smiled with pleasure and told Gasteau how much she
enjoyed the meal.  "Vous etes tres bienvenu.  You're most
welcome.  It was my pleasure," Gasteau answered graciously.

  As we were leaving, Robert shook my hand and whispered, "Je
peux vous assurer, mon ami, ses seins sont tres grande and tres
belle."

  As we got in my car, Arlene scooted closer to me letting her
dress ride a few inches up her thighs.  She saw me looking, but
just smiled without pulling the dress down.  "As we were leaving,
Earl, I heard Gasteau saying something to you.  I think it was in
French.  What did he say?"

  "He said he thought you were very beautiful."

  We went to the Mariott Inn lounge, had a couple of drinks, and
danced to live music for an hour.  When I escorted Arlene to her
door, she turned to face me and said she had a wonderful time.

  "So did I.  I want to see you again... often, and I mean
outside of work.  Are you free tomorrow night?"

  "So soon?" she asked with a soft smile.

  "Yes."

  "On one condition."

  "Anything.  Just name it."

  "You have to translate what Gasteau said word for word with no
editing.  Promise?"

  "That's not a problem, Arlene.  He's a very direct and a very
gracious man.  When I visited him earlier today to arrange for
the dinner tonight, he knew I had a date with a woman.  He asked
me if you were beautiful.  Naturally, I said yes.  Then he asked
me how large your breasts are.  I told him truthfully that I
thought they were very large, but I didn't know for certain as I
had never seen them."

  "Mmmmmm... Sexy man," Arlene said with a grin.  So what did he
say when we left?"

  "He said, and I quote, "I can assure you, my friend, that her
breasts are very large and very beautiful."  Now can I see you
again tomorrow?"

  "How did he know for certain?"

  I smiled and said, "When he kissed your hand, he was staring
down your cleavage with his eyes no more than a few inches away
from your tits.  I imagine he had a great view."

  "Oh god... he's even sexier than I thought.  If I agree to see
you tomorrow, you have to promise me we'll eat at Gasteau's
again."

  "Ok.  Anything else?"

  "Yes... tell me what time you'll pick me up tomorrow and then
kiss me good night."

  I took Arlene in my arms and kissed her mouth tenderly with my
lips and hers slightly parted.  When I pulled back after 15
seconds or so, she jerked me back against her body and kissed me
again... this time much harder and for much longer with her mouth
open wider.  By the time she removed her lips from mine, my cock
was fully erect and pressing against her belly.

  "That's what I wanted to feel, Earl.  Love that.  See you
tomorrow."

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  On our second date the next day, we went sailing on my boat. 
I'm not an expert sailor, but I am well skilled.  Arlene loved
it.  I had brought a picnic lunch, which we ate on the boat while
anchored in a cove.  After lunch, she sat on my lap at the
tiller, and we courted and kissed numerous times.  I got a raging
erection as soon as her ass descended on my lap, and Arlene's
wiggling made sure it never went away.

  She raised no objection when I cupped her large mounds and
caressed them through her light dress.  "I think Gasteau is
right," I whispered in her ear.  She giggled in response.

  However, when I began to open the top of her dress, she did
stop me.  "Please, not yet.  Do you mind?"

  "Yes, but you already know that.  You've been feeling how hard
my cock is against your ass for the last half hour."

  "I know... and it feels wonderful.  But I want you to wait. 
Please."

  "All right.  It's just the male curse and the female's right to
tease."

  "Mmmmmm... thank you, Honey."

  It was the fifth date before she allowed me to remove her tits
and suck her nipples.  I was amazed at how responsive and
sensitive her nipples were.  They got hard rapidly and when I
sucked them forcefully while sliding my tongue over their
surface, her body suddenly trembled ... then shuddered.  She
gasped softly as the orgasm flooded her body.

  After her orgasm had ebbed, she kissed me passionately and said
I was the first man who had ever made her cum just from kissing
and licking her tits.

  On the tenth date, I masturbated her and fingered her to
several orgasms.  When she had calmed down, she gave me a hand
job, but when I warned her that I was about to cum, she took my
cock inside her mouth and finished me that way swallowing every
drop.

  By the 13th date, we were having oral sex regularly, and she
was having more orgasms than I had ever seen a woman have.  To
say she was multi-orgasmic was a gross understatement.  There
seemed to be no limit to the number of times she could climax. 
As long as my fingers and tongue could hold out, she would
continue to have repeated climaxes.

  About a month after our first date, we were out on our 15th
date at "Eddie's", popular sports bar where I had several times
hooked up with married women on the prowl.  Arlene had still not
allowed me to fuck her, even though I always tried.

  Once, when I apologized for pestering her so much for full sex,
she got very agitated and said, "Don't you dare apologize to me
for getting hard and hot for my body.  You're a man... a really
aggressive, virile man.  You're supposed to get a raging erection
and want to fuck me, and I think you're an incredible man to let
me tease you and excite you the way you do.  No more apologies,
understand!"

  I nodded and never apologized again.  But so far, I hadn't
managed to get my cock into Arlene's cunt.

  Eddie's was a well known pick-up spot for both men and women
looking for a partner.  However, when a couple was present, their
relationship was generally respected and no one hit on them. 
However, if there was any indication that the couple wanted to
play, all bets were off.  A host of randy guys would descend on
the woman trying to get into her panties, and several women would
be making their availability known to the man.

  We had danced a couple of songs and then returned to our table.
 While I was ordering drinks, I noticed that two guys at a nearby
table were spending a lot of time staring at Arlene.  That didn't
really surprise me, since she was wearing the same white dress
that exposed a lot of her cleavage and besides that, she was
incredibly gorgeous.

  It did surprise me when one of the men came over to our table
before our drinks had arrived and asked if I minded if he asked
my wife to dance.  I was surprised because I had never seen
anyone approach a couple that wasn't giving some indication that
outside attention would be welcomed.

  "It's up to her," I answered as nothing else seemed
appropriate.  We weren't engaged or married so it was actually up
to her.

  "Do you mind, Earl.  Just a short dance or two?"

  "Go ahead.  Enjoy yourself," I replied good naturedly.

  Arlene did dance two numbers with the guy.  Halfway through the
first number, I noticed that his hands were much lower on her ass
than they had been at the start.  By the time the second song was
almost finished, he was cupping her ass cheeks and obviously
grinding what had to be a very hard erection into Arlene's mound.
I thought about getting up and putting a stop to it, but Arlene
wasn't making any objections so it seemed out of place for me to
do so.

  After the second number ended, Arlene started back toward our
table but was intercepted by the second man before she could get
off the dance floor.  Now I did rise halfway out of my seat to
put a halt to this this stuff, but again, when I saw Arlene move
into the guy's arms with no hesitation, I sat back down.

  The second guy took even more liberties than the first.  He
didn't wait until the first number was over before his hands were
all over Arlene's ass.  Like the first guy, he had his cock
pressed hard against Arlene.  The only difference was that since
the second guy was almost exactly the same height as Arlene in
her heels, his cock was not pressing against her mound, it was
grinding directly against her pussy.

  Before the second number was halfway finished, he was lightly
stroking the outer slopes of Arlene's big tits.  I waited for any
sign of resistance from her.  All it would have taken was the
slightest token of resistance, and I would have been on the dance
floor stopping things in a flash, and had the guy resisted, he
would have been on his way to the hospital in record time.  But
Arlene just wrapped her arms more tightly around the guy and
finished the dance.

  This time, Arlene made it back to our table with a seductive
grin on her face.  Leaning closer, she whispered, "We need to
leave soon.  I need you to put out the fire those two guys
started."

  Our drinks had arrived while the first guy was on the floor
with Arlene, and she took a few large pulls on her sloe gin fizz.

  "I need to hit the men's room before we leave, Arlene.  Will
you be all right or should I wait until we're home?"

  "Don't be ridiculous.  Go to the men's room.  I'll be fine."

  Now, the unwritten rules at Eddie's are that if a couple
indicates that outside attention is welcomed, a trip to the men's
room by the husband is regarded as an invitation to hit on his
wife.  I really didn't need to relieve myself.  I just wanted to
see what the hell was going on.  As far as I knew, we had given
no invitations.

  As soon as I was out of sight of the table, I doubled back and
moved to a position where I could see our table and the two men
who had danced with Arlene.  Suddenly, every thing became very
clear.  From my vantage point, I had an unobstructed view beneath
our table.  With Arlene facing me, I saw that she had her dress
hiked all the way up to her orange panties that just barely
covered her cunt.

  No wonder the two men had assumed we were interested in outside
attention.  Arlene was brazenly opening her legs and showing them
her panties and nearly naked cunt.   It came as no surprise when
the first man approached our table, leaned over, and said
something to Arlene.  At the same time, he cupped one of her
tits.

  She shook her head and pushed his hand away.  That was all the
resistance I needed to see.  In less than five seconds, I was
back beside our table.

  "Let's go, Arlene.  It's late.  Now."

  "No need to rush off, Man.  The evening just getting
interesting.  We can all have a great time.  Just sit down and
relax.  Go with the flow."  Then turning back to Arlene, he said,
"Come on, Honey.  Let's dance some more."

  Normally, I would have decked him right then... right there,
but I cut the guy some slack since he had been led on by Arlene's
open legs, exposed panties, and nearly exposed cunt... plus all
the erotic play they had had out on the dance floor.

  "No!  Listen carefully.  I'm not going to repeat this again. 
This ends right here... right now.  We're leaving!"

  "I think that's up to the lady to decide," he persisted.

  "You're right.  It is up to her.  Arlene, I'm leaving. 
However, he's correct.  It is up to you.  I've already paid the
tab.  Decide now."

  Arlene didn't hesitate.  She stood up, took my arm, and said,
"Let's go, Honey."  As we left, she didn't even glance back at
the two men she had teased.

  Once we were in the car, Arlene turned in her seat to face me
and said, "I'm sorry, Earl.  Really sorry.  I just totally
misjudged the situation."

  "What do you mean you misjudged the situation?  What did you
think would happen when you flashed your legs and panties at
those two guys and then let them feel you up on the dance floor.
They were both dry fucking you out there, particularly the second
guy."

  "You saw me flashing my panties at them?  How?" she asked, now
even more distraught.

  "When I came back from the men's room, I could see under the
table.  Your panties were just barely covering your cunt.  So,
again, what do you mean you misjudged the situation?"

  "I didn't mean that I misjudged what effect my teasing would
have on them.  I knew that.  What I misjudged was the effect it
would have on you.  I thought it would excite you to see how hot
other men were for your girlfriend.  I know some men get really
turned on by that.  My plan was to really turn you on... big
time... so that tonight when I spread my legs for you for the
first time, you would be a raging bull and fuck my ass off."

   "My god, Arlene.  What in the world ever made you think I
would be turned on by seeing two strangers pawing you and
grinding their cocks against your pussy?  All it did was enrage
and humiliate me.  Those two guys are probably both still hard as
stone, but I'm so damn mad, I'm flaccid as a wet noodle.  I
couldn't even begin to penetrate you right now I'm so soft."

  Arlene began to cry.  Between sobs, she moaned, "I ruined it
for us... totally ruined it for both of us.  It was going to be
such an erotic, sensuous night, and I ruined it."  She was unable
to speak any more.  All she did was cuddle as close to me as she
could get and continue to cry all the way home.

  By the time I pulled into my spacious three-car garage, the
feeling of Arlene's warm body against mine and her big tits
pressing against my side had worked its magic on my cock.  I
still wasn't fully erect, but I was getting there.

  Walking around to the passenger side, I opened the door, lifted
her out of the car in my arms, and carried her into the house. 
The master bedroom is on the ground floor.  That's where I took
her.  Once there, I kissed her eyes, her face, her nose, and then
her lips.  Her mouth opened wide and she kissed me back ... 
fiercely,  hungrily, passionately.

  Suddenly she pulled her mouth from mine and whispered, "Please
forgive me, Darling.  I promise I'll never do anything like that
again.  Just give me a second chance.  Please."

  "You're forgiven.  We'll never speak of this again... ever. 
It's over and forgotten... period.  I'd like for you to sleep
with me tonight."

  "Oh yes... yes!  YES!"

  "Wait... I said sleep with me.  Cuddle with me.  We're going to
wait until tomorrow night before we make love for the first time.
 I want to be the one who excites you and makes you beg for a
cock to fill your pussy.  I don't want you excited by those two
guys at the club."

  "Oh god, Yes!  What a man you are, Earl Taylor!  Can I ask one
favor even if I don't deserve one?"

  "No more of that kind of talk.  What happened tonight is
forgotten.  Understand?  What would you like.  Anything you want
that I can give you is yours."

  "After you make love to me tomorrow night, would you please
spend the rest of the night fucking the shit out of me?  I want
your gorgeous cock in every one of my hot holes.  Please?"

  I laughed.  "I may have to take some viagra, but I'll manage
it, Arlene."

-----------------------------------

  I awoke the next morning with Arlene almost lying on top of me.
 Her large tits were mashed against my side.  Her right leg was
thrown over mine, and she was sensuously grinding her wet pussy
against my thigh... almost masturbating herself on my leg.

  When I opened my eyes, I saw her face no more than a few inches
away from mine.  "Oh good... you're finally awake... I've been
awake for the last hour rubbing my pussy on your thigh and
grinding my tits against you.  I'm so fucking hot, I feel like
I'm going to melt.  Please, Earl.  Don't make me wait until
tonight.  I need your cock in me now."

  "What got you so hot, Arlene?"

  "What's got me so hot?  Are you teasing me?  You've been
pressing that big, iron-hard cock of yours against my ass and
thighs all night long.  Jezz!  You tease me and tease me with it
and then want to know why I'm on fire.  That's just mean."

  "Have you gotten yourself off yet?"

  "Once.  About a half hour ago.  I was getting close to a second
orgasm when you woke up.  Feel me, Honey.  Feel how swollen and
open my cunt is, Darling.  It's like a swamp.  There's a wet spot
on the sheet beneath my ass."

  I slipped my hand between her thighs and stroked the slick wet
trench.  Instantly, her ass arched high off the bed and began
pump rapidly against my fingers.

  "DON'T STOP... PLEASE... DON'T STOP.  GONNA CUM... GONNA
FUCKING CUM!!" Arlene wailed.

  I had done nothing but slide my fingers up the length of her
wet slot.  But she was so hot, that was all it took.  Moving to
her clit, I rubbed it with rapid strokes of my fingers.  Juices
gushed out of Arlene's hole drenching my hand and the bed sheets.

  "UUGH!  UGHH!  CUMMING!  I'M CUMMINGG!!  AAAHHH FUCK... FUCK!!
AAAHHHHHHHHH!!"  Her hole was still convulsing when she began
screaming at me.  "Please... fuck me, Earl.  Stick your cock in
me... I need to be fucked... stretched... used... stick it in
meeeeeeeeee!"  she hissed as her hips and ass rotated frantically
a foot off the bed.

  As soon as I rolled over on top of her body, Arlene's legs
jerked high into the air.  Grasping her legs under the knees, she
pulled her knees back against her large tits and spread herself
wide open for me.  When I looked down between her gaping thighs,
the sight was more erotic than anything I had ever seen in a porn
video.  Arlene's cunt was tilted up into perfect fucking
position.  Her labia were swollen and gaped open so wide I could
easily see two inches into the pink interior of vagina as it
opened and closed in a hot throbbing rhythm as if it were begging
to be filled.

  She couldn't hold still.  Her ass thrust upward ... again and
again.  On each upward thrust, she jerked her legs even wider
apart.  Holding my cock around the base, I used it like a sex
club and whacked her pussy and clitoris with it.

  "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!" she wailed in helpless passion... her
cunt hole opening wide in a hot spasm... then closing.  I whacked
her again, and once more her hole gaped open and then closed.

  "Please, Earl.  I'm sorry about last night.  Please... fuck
me... I need to be fucked... I can't stand this... ooohhh god...
please stick it in meeeeeeeeee!"

  Lowering my body into the vise of her thighs, I worked the head
of my dick into her waiting hole.  Just one inch entered her
throbbing pussy, but that was enough to make Arlene hiss with hot
pleasure.  "OOOoooohhhhhhhh fuck yesssss... that feels so good...
more, Darling... please... More dick... push more into meeeeeee!"

  I backed out until the head of my cock was outside her opening.
 She thrust her ass upward in a desperate effort to keep the
shaft inside her pulsing vagina.  "Please... ohhhh god...
please... put it back in."  I slowly pushed four inches of cock
into her hole.  That produced a loud keening wail of hot passion.
 Her cunt began to throb convulsively around my shaft.

  "OOooh god... OOHHhhhhh Gawd Damn!  I'm cumming, Earl... I'm
cumming again.  Aaaahhhh... ooohhhh shit... fuck me... please ...
put all of it in me and fuck me hard!"

  When I was balls deep in her cunt, I began fucking her with
deep, hard strokes.  She grunted every time the cock head thudded
into her cervix.  It felt like her vagina was milking my dick she
was throbbing so hard.  Shoving my hands beneath her thrashing
ass, I nailed two fingers into her rectum and finger fucked her
there as my cock screwed her exploding pussy.

  Arlene's cries became a series of unrecognizable grunts and
howls.  She was squirting now on every other stroke.  Her eyes
were clenched shut, her mouth wide open, her tongue flailing the
air.  Looking to the side, I could see her toes curling back when
I plowed deep into her erupting hole.  Her legs were rigid.  When
I looked at her belly, I saw the contractions rippling through
her muscles there producting hot waves of ecstasy.

  I didn't even feel the pain when her fingernails lacerated my
back bringing trickles of blood.  Arlene began to chant:

  "Fuck me... oohhh god... he's fucking me... .so hard... sooo
deep... don't stop... don't stop... please.. fuck me... fuck my
cunt... fuck my cunt... aaaahhh...aaaahhh... you bastard... you
hot bastard... you're making me cum again... fucking my cunt...
fuck it... fuck it... fuck it"

  When Arlene came, it was like nothing I had ever felt before. 
The intense, spastic contractions of her vagina and clit milked
my cock.  I had intended to fuck her doggie before I shot off,
but that idea went by the boards as her pussy throbbed and pulsed
around my shaft while she continued to gasp and cry out with each
contraction.  My balls just exploded right along with her pussy.

  "Ohhhhh yes... You're cumming... I can feel you shooting your
load into meeee...aahhhh... shit... that's making me cum again...
aaahhhhh.... shoot it innnnnn, Lover.  Fill me... breed me,
Baby!" she husked as her vagina continued to contract in hard
spasms.

  Finally, although my dick was still jerking and throbbing, I
was shooting blanks.  Arlene had totally drained me.  Rolling off
her still thrashing body, I collapsed onto my back, my chest
heaving in a futile attempt to suck enough oxygen into my
tortured lungs.

  As I gasped for breath, I thought the sex was over, at least
for awhile.  Arlene had other ideas.  Draping her body across my
thighs, she took my limp member in her hand and stared at it
loving.  "Oh god, Earl.  This beautiful fuck stick makes me cum
so fucking hard and so many times.  I just love it!"  After
telling me that, she engulfed my entire shaft in her mouth and
began to slowly suck me.

  After a few minutes, Arlene began stroking my balls as her
mouth continued to move slowly up and down my prick.  She
alternated between sliding her lips up and down the entire length
of my cock and locking her lips about the base and sucking me so
hard her cheeks hollowed.

  When I began to thrust my hips, her hand moved beneath me and
began to caress my anus.  No woman had ever given me such a blow
job.  It only took a few minutes before she was finger fucking my
ass.

  Over the next ten minutes, my cock got harder and harder, but
no matter how big it got, Arlene was still deep throating me on
every trip her lips made up and down my shaft.  When my fingers
tried to reach her pussy but failed because it was out of my
reach, Arlene immediately shifted to put her cunt in easy reach
of my fingers.  She groaned loudly when I touched her cunt and
then shuddered when my fingers rubbed slowly right on her
embedded clitoral shaft.

  When my cock was fully erect and jerking inside her mouth, she
pulled her lips off my rod and whispered, "Pump your big load in
my mouth, Lover.  Shoot my belly full."

  "We've been doing oral sex for almost two weeks, Arlene.  Right
now, I want to fill your delicious pussy."

  "Oh yes.  I was hoping you'd say that, Honey.  Want me to ride
it?  On my back... legs up?  Doggy?  Side saddle?  How do you
want me, Stud?"

  "Let's do it doggy."

  Arlene didn't hesitate a second.  Turning over, she pulled her
knees under body and arched her ass high while lowering her head
to the bed.   "Is this Ok, Earl?  Is my cunt in the right
position?  Too high?  Too low?"

  "It's perfect!"

  "THEN, FUCK IT!  HARD!"

  Her vagina was awash with my first load plus all of her copious
sexual juices.  As soon as I centered my cock on her opening and
pushed, six inches of dick slid smoothly into her hot hole.

  "AAAaaaahhhhhhhhhhh... uunnnmmmmmmmmmm!" she groaned.   A
second later, she grunted as the second stroke drove my cock hard
against her womb and my balls against her clit.

  Once I was fully seated in her cunt, I began fucking her with
hard, steady strokes, each one pounding her womb.  It was like a
sexual symphony:  every stroke brought a high-pitched, female
squeal of pleasure followed by a lower pitched groan when she
felt the head thud into her womb;  every stroke was accompanied
by a low-pitched growl of masculine pleasure as her vagina hugged
and throbbed around my dick.

  "Uunnggghhhhhhhhhh.... fuck me, Earl... oooohhhhhh god... that
feels fantastic.  Your cock is banging  .... 
uunngghhhhhhhhhhh... aaaahhh... oohhhh fuckkk! ... banging my
G-spot every time you ram me... Ram me harder, Stud...
aaahhhhhhhh... now... Now!  NOW!"

  Arlene's vagina exploded in hard, spastic contractions around
my prick.  It was all I could do to keep from unloading in her as
she came.  But somehow, I held back and continued to drive my
cock hard into her squishing hole.  Reaching around her hips, my
fingers found and worked her clit.

  Arlene's fists started pounding the bed as her ass frantically
thrust against me on each stroke.   When my fingers began rubbing
her clit faster and harder, she clutched and twisted the bed
sheets.  A moment later, Arlene's body began to shudder.  Her
vagina opened and juices squirted all over my balls and the bed
covers.  Her cries filled the room at the same instant as my load
filled her hot cunt.

  I collapsed over her back as her body collapsed to the bed.  I
hugged her as she squirmed against me, my twitching cock still
inside her pulsing, cum-soaked vagina.  As soon as I had
recovered my breath, I pulled out of her pussy causing her to
groan.

  Arlene was like a rag doll when I turned her onto her back and
thrust a pillow beneath her hips to elevate her cunt.  Pushing
her legs further apart, I saw her pussy was widely stretched, the
lips red and swollen from hard use.  Thick wads of creamy white
semen were pooled just inside the opening, and, I was certain,
throughout the rest of her vagina.

  Without saying a word, I pushed my face against her
semen-filled hole and explored its depths with my tongue.  She
grunted with pleasure.  After cleaning the semen from her lips, I
moved upward to her clitoris.  Instantly, her eyes flew open as
her hips arched upward.

  "Oh gawd... Don't Earl.  You don't have to do that.  Let me go
clean up first."

  I ignored her.  Locking my mouth over her hole, I sucked hard
to pull out more of the two loads filling her pussy.  The taste
was a little salty, but not bad.  And the fact that Arlene was
going crazy with lust made it incredibly hot for both of us.  Her
hips were now hammering wildly on the bed.  Every time my tongue
lapped her clitoris or licked up the length of her sex trench,
her vagina contracted and throbbed amid her hot moans of passion.

  "Aaaahhhhhhhhh... Ooohhhhhhhhhh fuck... fuck!  Oh god, you hot
sexy bastard... you're licking up your own load.  Do it ... Do
It!  Oohhhh gawd ... that so fucking hot!!"

  Arlene began to climax.  As I sucked her, she seemed to hurtle
from one orgasm into the next one.  Her head was now thrown
backwards, mouth stretched wide, tongue out, hands twisting the
bed covers.  Her ass was literally vibrating on the bed. 
Abruptly, her hands locked about the back of my head, and she
pulled my mouth hard against her erupting cunt.  At the same
time, she locked her thighs about my head and convulsed again and
again.  At the end, she was nearly unconscious.  Her body was
quivering spastically on the bed, her vagina opening and closing.

--------------------------

  I took a quick shower and while Arlene was soaking in the
whirlpool bath, I was busy in the kitchen preparing a late
breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, coffee, hot biscuits, and
hash browns.  It was more than we could eat, but I wasn't sure
what Arlene liked, so I just prepared a wide selection.

  When I called,  she came in promptly wearing a short robe and
heels.  I wondered if there was anything under the robe.  Arlene
took one look at the array of food and shook her head.

  "My Gawd!  I don't believe it.  A fabulous dinner at Gasteau's,
dancing, more than an hour of continuous fucking this morning
giving me eight or nine orgasms, then eating my cum-filled pussy
to more orgasms than I could count, and now this incredible
breakfast!  How in hell have you managed to stay single for this
long?  I've never had a man do any of those things, much less ALL
of them.  Unbelievable!  Let's eat.  I'm starved."

  "Me too... and thank you, Arlene.  You just inflated my male
ego two-fold.  The answer to your question is that I've never
done any of this for any other woman.  You're the first."

  "Oh come on, Earl.  I know you've fucked other women."

  "Yes, but none of the rest and the sex wasn't anything close to
the intensity I enjoyed with you this morning.  And I've never
eaten a woman's pussy after having sex with her... before... of
course, but never afterwards."

  "It was fabulous... just awesome!  I couldn't stop cumming...
as you saw.  Why did you do it with me?"

  "I thought you would enjoy it, and it just seemed like the
natural thing to do.  I can't explain it, but before I finished,
I was hard again... really hard!"

  "You were?  Why didn't you fuck me with it?  I love the feeling
of your cock in me."

  "You were almost unconscious you had cum so many times... I
just thought it would be more enjoyable if we waited until later
in the day."

  "Mmmmmmm... sounds like you have plans for me today.  Do you?"

  "I thought we would finish breakfast and then enjoy the pool
and sunbathe.  Are you wearing anything under that robe?"

  "You're an experienced man-of-the-world, Earl.  I'm sure you
have ways of finding out what I have on under my robe," she said
with an incredibly seductive smile.  "What else... other than
fucking my brains out again?"  This time the sensuality of her
smile increased still further.  I got hard again.

  "How about going sailing in the moonlight?  It's a full moon
and very romantic," I said hopefully.

  "Only if you promise to fuck me in that same cove we used a
month or so ago."

  "I think I can arrange that," I grinned.  "And after we finish
sailing, I'm going to spend the rest of the night fucking you. 
That's about it for my plans."

  "I love your plans, Honey.  Do you think you can manage all
night?  Men always say that, but I've never been with a guy who
could actually do it."

  "I guess we'll find out, won't we?"  Arlene's tongue licked her
top lip, and I saw a small shudder shake her body.  I got even
harder.

  Later, when she came out onto the redwood dec for a swim, I
thought my cock would rip my bathing suit apart.  The tiny gold
bikini she was wearing covered virtually nothing.  She instantly
saw my cock straining against my tight suit.

  "Oh fuck!  That looks incredibly sexy.  I love seeing you get
hard like that.  I don't understand why men always want to
conceal their hard cocks.  Women wear clothes that emphasize
their tits... why do men want to hide what they've got?"

  "Just social custom, I guess.  Women can wear practically
nothing in public.  If a man does that, he gets arrested for
indecent exposure."

  "Well, we're not in public now, Earl.   Take it out.  Just pull
down your suit and take that big cock out.  I want to see it. 
Come on, Honey.  Do it for me."

  "Whatever pleases you, Arlene... whatever pleases you," I said
as I tugged my swim trunks down.  As soon as my iron-hard dick
cleared the suit, it surged upward at a sharp angle.  "This what
you wanted to see?"

  "Oh yeah!  It gorgeous, Baby.  Jack it off for me while I
watch.  I've never seen a man jack off all the way before."

  I hesitated, and Arlene pleaded, "Come on, Honey.  Please. 
Jack that big dick and make it shoot off like a cannon for me."

  "I've never done that in front of a woman before.  It's sort of
embarrassing."

  "Why?  Look, I'll make it easy for you.  You take off your suit
while I go get my toys and change into something sexy that will
make you want to jack off.  I'll start and then you join me.  We
can watch each other doing it."

  "You have toys?"

  "Of course.  I brought them in my overnight bag.  I thought you
might want to watch me masturbate."

  The thought that I was going to get to watch a woman masturbate
had me hard as iron.  I had always wanted to see a women do
herself, but none would agree to do it while I watched.

  In a couple of minutes, Arlene returned to the deck.  Her
bikini was gone and in its place was just a pair of thigh-high,
fishnet stockings.   She grinned and laid down on one of the deck
mats and spread her legs wide.  I was staring straight into the
open hole of her cunt.  My dick was jerked hard in my hand.  It
jerked even harder when Arlene pushed a large vibrator into her
cunt, slipped her hand beneath her thighs and began working the
vibe in and out of her pussy.  With her other hand, she pressed a
smaller, but more powerful vibrator against her clit. 
Immediately, her clitoris began to shimmy beneath the vibe.

  "I'm doing it, Baby.  I'm masturbating for you... fucking my
cunt and working this vibe over my clit.   Move closer and jack
that big dick for me.   Go slow so I can get off once or twice
before you blow your load."

  I moved closer, fisted my cock, and began to stroke as I stared
at the thick vibrator disappearing inside Arlene's cunt.  Her ass
was hunching higher and higher as she worked the vibe over her
swollen, erect clitoris.  The cunt vibrator was sinking deeper
and deeper, and my hand was stroking faster and faster.

  "AAAHHHH GOD!  I'M GONNA CUM!!" Arlene shouted.

  My cock nearly exploded as I watched her clitoris contracting
in hard spasms and the vibrator in her cunt jerking up and down
as her vagina throbbed around it.  "Oh shit... that's even hotter
than I imagined it would be, " I groaned.  It was so damn hot, I
had to squeeze the head of my cock to suppress my orgasm until
Arlene was ready to cum a second time.

  After her first orgasm ebbed, she laid the two vibrators aside
and began frantically rubbing her clitoris with two fingers.  As
she rubbed and I stroked, we were both thrusting our asses back
and forth... hers was hunching up and down... mine forward and
back.

  "OOohhh this is so hot," Arlene moaned.  "Do you like this,
Baby?"

  "Oh hell yes!  I feel like I'm going shoot like a cannon.  Are
you about ready, Arlene?  I can't hold out much longer.  You're
just too hot."

  "Oohhhh Baby... I love you when you tell me things like that...
When you cum, I want your load all over my face... I want you to
just drench me, Lover!"  Another first for me!  I had never
creamed a woman's face before... now it was about to happen!

  "I'm almost there, Lover.  Watch my clit... it's really going
to throb like crazy when I cum.... watch me doing it, Earl...
Look at the way I'm rubbing my cunt and clit...
aahhhhh...aaahhhh...aaaahhhh... aaahhhh... NOW!  CUMMINGGG!!" 
Arlene's clitoris just exploded in a series of intense
contractions as her juices squirted high in the air.

  After squirting five times, she scrambled to her knees directly
in front of me.  Her mouth stretched wide open a few inches in
front of my dick.  "SHOOT IT, LOVER.  ALL OVER ME!!"

  I couldn't have stopped even if I had wanted to.  The first
thick gush splattered all over Arlene's nose in a thick wad which
slowly trickled down her nose onto her cheek.  The second stream
hit the bridge of her nose forcing her to close her eyes as it
ran down and coated her eyelids.  Adjusting my aim, the third jet
shot straight into her open mouth.  The fourth hit her lips and
ran down her chin forming a rope of cum that swung back and
forth.  Lowering my aim, I shot the next several wads all over
big tits.

  When my cock was jerking but there was no more cum to
ejaculate, Arlene wrapped her hand around my shaft and rubbed the
cum that was clinging to the head all over her face.  She then
took my organ into her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue and
lips.

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  Later that night, with the sailboat anchored in the cove, I
reclined on a deck chair while Arlene rode my cock.  She was
insatiable.  Again and again, she moaned and wailed as her pussy
convulsed in climax after climax.   In the darkness, illuminated
only by the full moon, she pounded her ass up and down on my
cock.  The boat bobbed continuously making large waves that
spread outward.  Before we returned to the pier, I had emptied
two loads into her voracious pussy while Arlene must have had a
dozen orgasms.

  After shooting in my second load, I put her on her back and
again went down on her cum-filled cunt, licking and cleaning it
completely before I stopped.  She never stopped howling, and it
seemed to me like her pussy was in a near constant state of
orgasm.

  I did my best to live up to my boast by fucking her all night
long, but sometime around 2 AM or so, I couldn't get it up again.
 Once more, I went down on her pussy and cleaned her, but when I
finished, I still couldn't get another erection.

  "I'm sorry, Honey,"  I thought I could do it, but I'm just like
all the other guys who boasted they were going to screw you all
night but failed."

  "Yeah... you really do owe me an apology, you hot stud.  You
only got me off about 25 or 30 times today, cleaned my cum-filled
cunt three times... the only three times any guy has ever done
that... and fucked me for hours.  If I didn't lose count, you
shot eight loads of cum into me today.  Cuddle up, Lover, and
let's go to sleep.  My ass has been totally fucked off."

-------------------------------------------------------

  Sunday night, after making love to Arlene again, we were
cuddled up in bed together.  "I have something to ask you," I
whispered.

  "My answer is 'yes'," she replied without waiting for the
question.

  "Aren't you even going to wait until I ask the question?"

  "No need, Lover.  I know what you're going to ask."

  "You do?"

  "Yep.  And my answer is yes."

  "What was I going to ask you?"

  "If I would move in with you and live together... I'd love to."

  "Well, that's a relief."

  "You didn't think I'd say 'yes'?  Silly man.  If you hadn't
asked me to move in with you, I would have asked you if I could."

  "No... it's a relief because it would be sheer hell living with
a woman who can read my mind.  I'm delighted to find that you
can't do that.  I had no intention of asking you to move in with
me."

  "Don't you want me to live with you?" Arlene asked, her voice
almost cracking with disappointment.

  "Can I ask my question now, Arlene?"

  "All right.  I was really hoping you'd ask me to move in with
you, but Ok... what were you going to ask me?"

  "Will you marry me?"  I handed her a small box.  When she
opened it, she gasped as her eyes took in the one-caret diamond
brilliant surrounded by a circle of smaller diamonds, each a
brilliant cut,   Behind the engagement ring were the two wedding
rings.  Hers contained three matching quarter-caret diamonds in a
row set in 14-karet gold.  Mine was a larger, simple, 14-karet
gold band.  Arlene began to cry.

  "Well?"  I asked.

  "I told you my answer was 'yes', Darling... YES!  YES!  YES!" 
Arlene threw herself in my arms and gave me the most passionate
kiss of the entire weekend.

====================================

Catching Arlene:

  The first two and a half years of marriage to Arlene was every
thing I had hoped that it would be.  Even after all that time, we
were still fucking almost every day and often we would get it on
twice a day.  Even when she was having her period, we still had
sex.  She would suck me off and I would fuck her still very tight
ass.  At first, she had to rub her clit in order to get off when
we did anal sex, but after a few months, she was having hard
orgasms on my dick with or without action on her clitoris.

  After a few months, Arlene's wardrobe expanded to include a lot
of extremely hot outfits such as mini-skirts, tight, form-fitting
sheathes, four- and five-inch come-fuck-me heels, transparent
blouses, push-up bras that didn't cover her nipples, teddies,
crotchless panties and pantyhose, and bras with nipple holes.

  My wife never wore these outfits unless we home alone or were
out of town.  When she did wear them, every man and most of the
women stared... the men with hot lust... the women with envy.  I
loved it, and not once did Arlene pay the slightest attention to
any of the men lusting for her body with their cocks hard as
iron.

  Once we were married, Arlene cut her work at our offices to
halftime, usually in the mornings so she would have time to take
care of our home, do the grocery shopping, and enjoy herself at
the spa and at our country club.  It created no problems as she
was so efficient that she told care of all the important stuff
during her time at the office.

  Our company continued to prosper.  In fact, the rate at which
we were growing was even accelerating.  After two and a half
years, our net worth had grown from slightly more than three
million when Arlene and I were married to nearly five million. 
Obviously, we had no financial worries.

  During first month of marriage, I asked her about her parents.
I had never heard her mention them and had assumed that they had
passed away.  Arlene confirmed that, and I apologized for
bringing up painful memories.  She just smiled and told me that
she was glad I cared enough to ask.

  Four months before our third anniversary, I got a bad headache
around 2 PM one afternoon.  Since there was nothing important
going on that needed my attention, I told Doris that I was taking
the rest of day off to go home, take a nap, and try to get rid of
my headache.

  When I arrived at our home, the house was empty, which wasn't
surprising since she often spent time out of the house on her
half days off.  I took some aspirin followed by a two-hour nap. 
When I awoke, the headache was gone and I felt much better... so
much so that I decided to go out to the driving range and hit
some balls.

  When I got home around 5:30, Arlene was in the kitchen
preparing our dinner.  Walking up behind her, I kissed the back
of her neck and cupped her tits at the same time.  I kissed her
neck a second time and moved one hand down to her mound and
rubbed her pussy.  "How long do we have before your husband comes
home, Honey.  Do we have time to fuck?"

  "If you fuck me hard and fast, Lover.  Think you can do me in
15 minutes?  He'll be home in 20."

  I bent her over the sink, pushed up her skirt, and pulled down
her panties, which I was pleased to find were already soaked. 
Her pussy was equally wet with anticipation... so much so that my
entire length plunged into her core on the first stroke.

  "Aaaahhhhhhhh god... you're so good, Lover.  I wish my husband
could fuck me like you do... pound my hot cunt, Lover... RAM ME!
HARD!"

  I gave it to her exactly the way she wanted it, and in less
than a minute, I felt the spastic contractions of her vagina as
she came.  Pulling her back from the sink, I growled, "Bend over,
you hot slut.  Grab your ankles and spread your feet wide, Baby."

  "Ohhhh god ... YES!"

  She bent over making her hole a wide open target for my sex
spear.  When it thudded into her hard and deep, she hissed with
hot pleasure, "Ohhh god... you're fucking the shit out of
meeeeeeeee... pump my hot cunt, Stud... Shoot in me.  I'm about
to cum again."

  When her second orgasm erupted, my load poured into her hole in
thick streams.

  "Oh, Honey.  That was so hot.  I hope the dinner didn't burn."

  "Who cares.  It was worth it.  If it's burnt, we'll go out to
eat."

  It turned out that the meal was great.  As we were enjoying the
veal, I asked, "What did you do this afternoon?  I went out to
the driving range and hit a few balls."

  "I'm afraid you had a lot more fun than I did, Darling.  I
stayed home and cleaned house and cooked dinner.  I did manage to
steal a few minutes to finish the book I was reading.  How about
taking me dancing tonight to make up for you playing golf while I
slaved in the house all afternoon.?"

  We did go dancing, and it was fun, particularly with Arlene
shaking her ass during the fast dances so much that her braless
tits were bouncing wildly and every man was getting an erection
watching her.

  However, I couldn't quit thinking about the fact that Arlene
had lied to me about where she had spent the afternoon.  It was
the first time I had ever caught her lying to me.  I wondered
what that was all about and where she actually was that
afternoon.  I finally decided that she was probably planning some
surprise for me and didn't want to tell me about it prematurely.

  On Monday of the following week, Arlene called me at the office
around 4 PM and told me that the grocery shopping had taken
longer than expected and she still hadn't made it to the gym to
do her exercises.  "I may be late this evening... probably around
6 PM.  Can we go out to dinner?"

  "No problem," I responded.  "I'm always up for a date with my
sexy wife."

  "I know, and I bet you're planning on fucking her, aren't you?"

  "It had crossed my mind."

  "I'll just bet it has.  See ya around sixish, Lover."

  I got home early that day... around 4:30 PM... and with nothing
to do until Arlene arrived, I decided to pick out one of sexy
outfits and ask her to wear it when went out tonight.  That
always excited both of us.  And it was a fun way to pass an hour
and a half.  "It beats hell out of watching TV," I thought to
myself.

  I spent 30 minutes searching through Arlene's closet trying to
find something hot, but not totally slutty.  Finally, I
remembered the black sheathe that I liked so much.  It was an
off-the-shoulder dress that exposed about a third of her tits,
fit like a glove, and with her patterned, black, thigh-high
stockings and her gold, five-inch heels, she looked both elegant
and incredibly sensuous at the same time.

  I spent the next 15 minutes searching for that dress with no
luck.  I actually took down every dress in the closet just to be
certain that I wasn't overlooking anything.  It wasn't there.

  That made no sense.  Arlene hadn't worn the dress for several
weeks so it couldn't be at the cleaners or in the laundry.  But
there just wasn't any other place it could be.

  Arlene has two hampers in her bathroom.  She uses one for the
washable items like panties, bra, towels, etc.  The second one,
she uses for items that have to go out to be dry cleaned.  The
black dress certainly needed to be dry cleaned if it were dirty.
So I checked that hamper first.  As soon as I lifted the top, I
saw the dress.  It was right on top.

  I took the dress out and laid it aside and then looked at the
clothes beneath it.  The garment immediately beneath the black
dress was a pair of slacks I knew Arlene had worn two days before
when she spilled coffee on them.  So the black dress was put into
the hamper within the last two days.

  I looked at the dress lying on her vanity and got a weird
feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I couldn't place the feeling,
but I knew it wasn't pleasant.

  Taking the dress over to our bed, I spread it out and looked at
the front of the garment.  I looked perfectly clean to me except
for being slightly rumpled from being in the hamper.  "Why put a
clean dress in the hamper?" I thought.

  Still puzzled, I turned the dress over.  I didn't have to
search for the problem.  It was immediately obvious in the form
of a rather large stain on the lower half of the back of the
dress.  Apparently, Arlene had worn the dress for some reason and
had accidentally sat down in a spill some where... probably on a
restaurant seat.  A closer inspection of the stain showed it to
be somewhat crusted.

  I was still staring at the stain when I realized that I had
seen Arlene's dresses stained in exactly that manner on several
occasions.  Every one of those occasions occurred when we had
been too hot to wait until we got home to have sex.

  Four or five times, I had fucked her in the back seat of the
car like high school lovers.  We both really got off on that.  On
a couple of occasions, we had been at a club and ended up in the
parking lot with Arlene bent over the trunk of our car with me
behind her fucking her hard and fast.  On at least half of those
occasions, I had taken off my wife's panties before fucking her.
When she sat down afterwards, the cum load had seeped out of her
vagina and stained the back of her dress.  Every time that
happened, she had laughed and told me it was my fault for being
such a randy satyr.

  Of course, I couldn't be certain without a laboratory analysis
of the stain, but I felt that it was highly likely that some
other man had taken off my wife's panties and fucked her
bareback.  The result was the stained dress.  I felt sick to my
stomach.

  I thought back to that time before we were married when she had
almost ended up fucking those two guys at the dance club.  She
had promised that she would never, ever do anything like that
again if I would give her a second chance.  Well, she had had her
second chance.  If she was fucking around on me, she wouldn't get
a third.

  Knowing I didn't yet have nearly enough evidence to confront
Arlene, I replaced the black dress in the hamper as I had found
it.  With another 40 minutes to go before Arlene returned from
her workout at the gym, I decided to check the other clothes
hamper... in particular, I wanted to check the panties that were
in the hamper.

  After dumping all the contents on the floor, I searched through
them and found 13 pairs of Arlene's panties.  I also noticed that
there were four lower contoured bed sheets in hamper.  We send
the laundry out each Tuesday so why in hell did my wife soil 13
pair of panties in one week?  And why was it necessary to change
the bed linens four times in one week?

  Next, I inspected the crotch of each pair.  The sensuous sexual
aroma of Arlene's cunt on the panties actually got me hard.  I
even laughed aloud when the thought of jacking off into my wife's
panties flitted through my head for a moment.

  When I finished, I found that nine of the thirteen had the
crusted, stiff stains that I knew to be dried semen.  I even
touched a couple of the stains with my tongue and immediately
detected the familiar salty taste.  I also found the same type of
stains on each of the four bed sheets.

  Of course, I realized that the semen crusted in Arlene's
panties could be mine.  I always fucked her bareback as she was
on the pill.  The first question was, had I fucked my wife nine
times in the past week?  The answer to that was 'yes'... at least
nine times.

  The second question was when I fucked her, how many times did
she put her panties back on after sex.  The only times that would
happen was if I had fucked her some where other than our home in
the evening or if we or she went out after we had had sex.  I
couldn't remember exactly, but I thought the number of such
occasions had to be less than three or four... which left five or
six times some other man had fucked my wife at a place where she
had to put her panties back on before coming home.

  Five or six times during the week... the significance of that
number was obvious.  Arlene was being fucked nearly every day by
some man or men.  She would come home, strip off her sodden
panties, toss them in the hamper, and then shower and probably
douche.  What a fucking, cheating bitch!

  Although I felt my logic was on target, I also realized that it
wouldn't carry much weight in a divorce proceeding.  As I
replaced all the soiled clothes in the hamper, I knew that I
needed more concrete evidence than panties and bed sheets

  At ten minutes after six, Arlene came home.  She gave me a hot
kiss and squeezed my cock.  "MMMmmm... love this dick.  I hope
you plan to use it in me tonight.  I'll be with you in five...
just need to take a quick shower so I won't smell like a sweaty
gym tonight.  Gym sweat doesn't usually turn my hot stud husband
on."

  As Arlene walked into our bedroom to shower, I thought that she
did smell of sweat.  Maybe she was at the gym, but then an hour
of vigorous fucking would also get her sweaty.

  About ten minutes later, my wife came into the den looking like
a million bucks in her short, tight skirt and blouse that exposed
enough cleavage to keep me interested.  The four-inch CFM heels
she wore didn't hurt either.  We were already in my car when I
found that I had forgotten my keys.

  "Be right back, Honey," I said as I walked back into our home.
As soon as I was inside, I raced up to the Arlene's bathroom and
retrieved her panties from the hamper.  The sticky male semen in
the crotch had not yet had time to dry and judging from the
amount of semen soaking the crotch of her panties, my wife's
lover had either fucked her three or four times in an hour or so
or she had had more than one guy making cum deposits in her cunt.

  For the rest of the evening several questions kept circulating
through my brain.  Who were the men fucking my wife?  How often
did they fuck her?  Where did they take her to fuck?  How many
men were fucking her?  How long had they been fucking her?  When
did she do it for first time?  I had partial answers to the
second and third questions.  Arlene was being fucked almost
everyday, and at least half of the time, she was being screwed in
our bed.

  I also wondered how in hell could she be fucking me nine or ten
times a week and still want even more sex from other men.  If she
was being fucked every day as the evidence suggested, and if the
amount of cum in her panties indicated two or three fuckings per
encounter, then Arlene was being screwed 15 to 20 times a week by
other men and maybe 10 times by me.  Arlene was being fucked more
than two dozen times a week!!!  I was totally stunned.

--------------------------------

  I knew that I could hire a private investigator to garner the
evidence I needed, but before doing that, I wanted to see what I
could do on my own.  Like most men who suspect that their wife is
cheating, my first action was to take time away from my office in
the afternoons to keep my house under surveillance.  I hit pay
dirt the very first time I did this.

  I had waited until Arlene left our offices just before noon. 
At 12:15, I was on my way home and arrived before she did.  Since
our home is on a six acre tract of land that is heavily wooded on
the sides and in back, it was a simple matter to hide in the
woods armed with a pair of excellent binoculars and keep watch on
the front of our house.

  At 1:45, a car drove past our house and parked in an empty lot
about a block and a half down the street.  One man, whom I
recognized as a sales rep for one of our suppliers, got out and
walked quickly to my front door.  He rang the bell and our door
opened immediately.  Obviously, Arlene had been awaiting his
arrival.

  Once he was inside our house, I worked my way through the woods
to his car and wrote down his tag number for future use. 
Retracing my steps, I made my way to the back of our house where
we have an upper level deck with a staircase leading from the
deck to our backyard.  It made a pleasant place to relax with a
cool drink during good weather as well as serving as a convenient
emergency fire exit.  Today, it was going to serve as a means to
enable me to enter our home unobserved.

  Since our master bedroom, one of the guest bedrooms, and den
are all on the ground floor, I figured it was very unlikely that
they would use any of the rooms on the upper floor.  If I was
lucky and they were in the den, I would have a great view from
the loft balcony.  If he was fucking Arlene in our bedroom,
things would be more difficult.

  Twenty minutes had elapsed since the guy had entered our house,
and when I looked down into the den from the balcony.  I saw that
he hadn't wasted any time in getting his cock into my wife's
cunt.  They were on the couch with my wife riding him with her
back against his chest while his hands worked her tits and
nipples.  On every stroke, Arlene was thrusting her cunt downward
on his cock until he was balls deep inside her hole.

  "Ooohhhh, Tim... I love your long cock!  Aaahhhh shit... I can
feel it shoving my womb back to make room for your big shaft. 
Hold my ass and pound me with it, Baby."

  The guy responded immediately with much harder thrusts into my
wife's cunt.  Every time he drove it upward, Arlene grunted with
pleasure.  The harder he fucked her, the more shrill and
uncontrolled her cries became until finally, her entire body
shook as an orgasm raced through her fully impaled pussy and
surged upward into her belly.

  Raising my binoculars, I focused on the connection of the guy's
cock and her throbbing hole.  My wife's pussy was stretched
obscenely wide by his dick and right at the top, her clitoris was
convulsing in one intense spasm after another.

  "OOohhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk...  I'm cumming, Tim... I'm cumming...
aaahhhhhhhhh... fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

  "Get on your knees with you ass up so I can really give it to
you hard, Honey."

  Listening to another man telling my wife to stick her ass up in
the air so he could fuck her doggy was both disgusting and erotic
at the same time.  I was furious, but I also had an erection
watching the erotic scene unfolding below me in the den.

  Once Tim had my wife in position with her head down, her ass
up, he nailed his cock into her again bringing groans of pleasure
from her each time his prick hammered into her cunt.

  "I'm gonna cum, Arlene... Are you ready, Baby?"

  "Unggh!  UNGGH!  UNNGGHH!  YESSS... SHOOT IT INTO
MEEEEEEEEEEE... PUMP MY MARRIED CUNT FULL OF YOUR BIG LOAD,
LOVER!!"  she screamed.

  The pounded her with a dozen short, hard thrusts.  Then, he
rammed his cock into her balls deep and began to grunt loudly. 
Through the binoculars, I could easily see Tim's buttocks
clenching again and again as he emptied his load into my wife's
waiting vagina.  The thick semen was running out of Arlene's cunt
even before he had finished ejaculating into her.

  For the next half hour, Arlene and Tim rested and talked.  Tim
was doing his best to get my wife to find a way to spend a
weekend with him somewhere out of town, but she told him it
really wasn't possible.  I was about to leave when they started
fondling each other again.  Arlene went down on him and sucked
his cock for a long time until she had it fully hard.

  She obviously intended to suck him off and let him shoot in her
mouth, but Tim wanted her cunt again.  Putting my wife on her
back on the couch, he moved between her open thighs, fitted his
cock into her cum-slickened channel and began fucking her.

  He started slowly... then gradually increased the speed and
depth of his strokes.   When he was pounding all the way into her
on every thrust, he hiked one of my wife's legs up onto his
shoulders to open her completely.  After that, he literally
fucking her like a wild bull.  Before he shot another load into
her cunt, he had my wife screaming and howling for him to fuck
her harder... deeper... faster.   Just before he pumped in his
load, she was yelling at him to breed her.  I had no doubt that
if she hadn't been on the pill, he would have.

-------------------------

  I had seen all I needed to see.  I now knew what was happening,
I just didn't know the names and addresses of all the players.  I
also didn't have the concrete evidence I might need in a divorce
hearing.  However, with my financial resources, I didn't think
obtaining such evidence would be much of a problem.

  I spent the rest of the afternoon consulting with a private
investigator.  After retaining his services for a portion of the
work that I did not have the time to do myself, he provided me
with a quick tutorial on audio and video surveillance methods. 
He also gave me the name and address of a firm that specialized
in the sale and installation of the needed equipment.

  At 4 PM, I was in the offices of the surveillance firm
discussing my needs with the owner and manager.  An hour later,
all the arrangements had been made and one-half of the cost paid
with the balance due on completion of the installation.  I
provided the manager with a key to my home with the understanding
that the installation work would be done during the morning hours
when Arlene was at work.  With only three hours per day to work,
the manager informed me that the installation would probably take
two or three days.

  That night, Arlene wanted to make love... actually, she wanted
to fuck, but she called it "making love".  Even though she was a
cheating slut, she was also a red hot, cheating slut who still
had no problems getting me hard.  I didn't mind fucking the
bitch... I just couldn't stand to be around her when I didn't
have my cock buried in her cunt.

  At 11 PM, I had Arlene in bed, bent almost double with her
knees pressed into the mattress just outside her big tits.  I was
plowing her cunt with hard, driving strokes that was making her
grunt every time my cock thudded into her cervix.  It was also
making her cum repeatedly... and she wasn't faking it  The
spastic contractions of her vagina around my dick and the wild
pulsations of her clit when I went down on her couldn't be faked.


  I knew that Tim had fucked her at least twice that afternoon
before I left, and he had probably banged her again before he
left.  Arlene must have had 10 orgasms or more, and she was still
wild and hot in bed with me.  I couldn't understand how she could
do it, but I really didn't give a shit... all I cared about was
fucking her hot cunt hole and shooting her full of cum, which I
did twice before falling into an exhausted sleep.

------------------------------------

  The next afternoon, I again was watching outside our home. 
This time two cars arrived, one about five minutes after the
first.  I didn't recognize either man.  After they had
disappeared into my house, I again made my way through the woods
to their cars and took down the tag numbers for my private
investigator's use.

  When I got back to my car, I noted the two men had been inside
my home about 20 minutes.  There was little doubt in my mind that
their cocks were inside my wife by this time.  I considered
watching them fucking her from the loft again, but with all the
surveillance equipment that would be installed by the end of the
week, I didn't need to take the risk of being discovered.  A
little after 3 PM, I was back at work at my desk.

   I took Arlene out to dinner that night, and while we were
waiting for our food to arrive, I casually mentioned that I had
to visit two of our suppliers and would be gone from early
Thursday morning until sometime in the early evening on Sunday. 
"How about taking off and coming with me?" I asked as I took a
bite of my steak.

  "Visiting suppliers doesn't sound like much fun to me, Earl. 
Would you mind if I just stayed home?  I need to get some work
done around the house, and one of us should be at the office even
if it's just for half a day.  I can call you if anything
important comes up."

  "Ok.  I guess it wouldn't be much fun, but I just wanted you
know that I'll miss you."

  "You'll miss me or my hot pussy?"

  "Both."

  "I'll miss that magic cock of hyours too, Lover."

---------------------------------

  On Thursday morning, I kissed Arlene and left in my car.  I did
drive 35 or so miles until I reached the entrance to the
interstate just to be certain that Arlene wasn't following me. 
Just before pulling onto the interstate, I stopped at a service
station, and while I was filling the car with gasoline, I placed
a call to my office.  When Doris answered, I asked her if Arlene
had come in yet.

  "She just arrived about 10 minutes ago.  Do you want me to
connect you, Mr. Taylor?"

  "That won't be necessary, Doris.  When you see her, ask her to
be certain to post those letters on my desk."

  "I'll do that, Mr. Taylor.  Have a safe trip."

  "Thank you, Doris.  I will."

  After breaking the connection, I changed course and headed for
the Hilton Inn North where I spent the night having a great
dinner and then a few drinks at the club.  I spent the rest of
the evening setting up all the computer and recording equipment
in my room.

  At 8 AM the next morning, I was watching the front of my house
when a car I had never seen before backed out of my garage and
drove off.  About 20 minutes later, Arlene left for the office. 
I waited 15 minutes to see if she would return to pick up
something she might have forgotten, and then entered our house.

  The glasses all around the den suggested there had been quite a
party the previous evening.  Our bed was made, but I doubted that
Arlene would have bothered to change the sheets.  Turning back
the covers, I saw the still wet stains all around the bed. 
Obviously, the two men had enjoyed my wife several times before
leaving that morning.

  I remade the bed carefully and then headed for our garage, and
from there to our basement where the computer and recording
devices were hidden in my work cabinet.  After removing the
discs, I replaced them with blanks for today and again checked
the motion detectors in each room.  Every thing was working
perfectly.  By 9:45 AM, I was on my way back to the Hilton for a
leisurely breakfast.

  Saturday and Sunday mornings were a little more tricky than
Friday since Arlene would not be going in to work on either of
those mornings.  But it really wasn't a problem as I would not be
entering the living areas of our house.  At 6 AM Saturday and
again on Sunday, I unlocked the side door to our garage and went
directly to our basement.  It only took 10 minutes to retrieve
the discs and insert new ones, and I was gone without leaving any
trace that I had been there.

  After a nice breakfast at the Hilton, I was back in my room
with all my equipment up and running ready to process the
contents of the audio and video discs from the recording cameras
and microphones hidden in all the bedrooms, dens, patio, kitchen,
study, whirlpool and spa areas of our home.  Even though I knew
the nature of what the discs would contain, I was still stunned.

------------------------------

  The Thursday afternoon recordings showed that Arlene entering
our house shortly after noon with a middle-aged man right behind
her... his hand stroking her ass.  They stopped in the entryway
to kiss while his hand moved beneath her skirt and began roaming
over her butt.  My wife spread her feet further apart, and a
moment later, she broke the kiss and moaned softly as her pelvis
thrust back and forth in fuck motions.  Either the guy was
rubbing her clit or finger fucking her... or most probably, both.

  I had seen Norman Talbe several times because our company had
built his house.  Apparently, while we had been working on his
house, Norman had been busy working in my wife... and was still
doing it.

  The time stamps on the recordings showed that Norman spent two
hours fucking my wife in both her ass and cunt.  After finger
fucking Arlene in the entryway, she spent some time sucking
Norman's cock in a variety of positions before he fucked her for
the first time.  After that, she had sucked him again until he
was hard and ready to fuck her.   The screen captures were erotic
and explicit:

  Capture #1:  My wife sucking Norman's cock the first time...
bent over, naked, on the dining room table with Norman's pants
down, his cock in Arlene's mouth.

  Capture #2:  First fuck:  Missionary with my wife's leg up on
Norman's shoulder as he pounds it into her.

  Captures #3 and #4:  Arlene getting Norman hard so he can fuck
her again. Note my wife's gaping cunt hole.

  Capture #5:  Bent over, ass up, my wife has Norman ready to
fuck her again..

  Capture $6:  Norman ass fucking my wife.

--------------------------------

  After Norman left, my wife took a shower and douched. 
Afterwards, she dressed in a short black skirt, white blouse with
a V-neck, black garter belt and panties with dark, thigh-high
stockings and black heels.  She left... presumably for dinner...
around 6 PM. After that, the motion sensors shut off the
recorders.

  The next images and sounds were of my wife coming home alone at
7:36 PM according to the time stamp.  A little after 8 PM, the
two guys I had seen leaving our house on Friday morning arrived.
After a few drinks, she got the party started by doing an erotic
strip for them while they jacked off watching her.

  In the first 10 minutes, she danced doing hot bumps and grinds
right in their faces... not more than a foot from their hard,
thrusting dicks.  She moved away, turned and pulled up her skirt
exposing her ass.  After wiggling it right in front of the two
men, she sat down, spread her legs and let them stare at her
panties while she rubbed her pussy through the wet garment.

  Next came erotic, wide open spread shots like lying on the
couch with one hand holding her leg up and back almost to her
tits and the other leg splayed out the flat on the couch.  The
crotch band of her panties were pulled hard and tight against her
cunt outlining her wet slit perfectly.  After that, she mounted
the dining room table, planted her heels on the surface, and
arched her ass high.  With her legs wide open, Arlene pulled the
panties aside allowing the men see her open cunt.  They moved
closer and stared between her thighs as both men jacked off.

  Her panties came off very soon after that.  My wife leaned back
against the table and thrust her naked pussy right at the men. 
Her wet, open slit was right in front of their eyes.

  Arlene concluded her erotic strip by lying on the couch and
finger fucking her cunt until she came.  One of the men shot off
like a cannon when he saw her cunt and clit throbbing in an
intense orgasm.

  The other man pulled my wife's fingers out of her cunt and
replaced them with his mouth and tongue.  Arlene's head arched
back at the same time as her hand pulled the guy's face deep into
her erupting pussy.  The audio was filled with her groans and
screams as she surged into another intense orgasm.  Arlene's ass
pumped wildly as her legs shot straight out to the side... rigid
and quivering.

  "Oh god, Yes!  Suck me, Gary... yesss... Like that... oh god
yes... like that... aaaahhhhh... ooohhhh-uunnghh...
ooohhh-uunngghh.  I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!!"

  Gary allowed my wife to finish her orgasm before putting her on
her back and pulling her head beyond the edge of the table.  When
her head fell backwards, he stood and nailed his thick organ into
her mouth.  She opened wide to receive his shaft which quickly
sank all the way into his balls.  The video showed the cock
sliding down her throat exceptionally well, I thought.

  After Gary had shot his first load down my wife's throat, the
audio made it clear what she wanted.  "Somebody get on me... put
a cock in me!  I need to be fucked... NOW!  STICK YOUR COCK IN
ME, SAM.  FUCK ME!!"

  Sam didn't have to asked twice.  In a flash, he had Arlene bent
over the table with her ass arched.  Stepping behind her, he held
her in place with his hands on her hips and pushed his cock into
her cunt.

  "AAaahhhhhhhh... yesss.... ooohhh... oohhh... pump it, Baby. 
Fuck me... fuck my hot hole... aaaahhhhhhhh!!!"

  For over 10 minutes, the video showed Sam nailing my wife's
cunt.  Having already cum once, he had a lot of staying power and
before he put his second load into Arlene's pussy, she had cum
twice more.

  Once Sam's load was pooled in the bottom of her cunt, Gary
boosted her up onto the table on her knees with her feet sticking
back over the edge.  Sam pushed her head down onto the table as
Arlene gripped the sides so hard her knuckles turned white.  She
grunted like a sow when Gary rammed his dick up her cum-filled
cunt.

  During the night, the audio recorders picked a lot of moans and
grunts from the bed, but with no light, the video showed nothing.
 Several times Arlene had cried out urging the men to fuck her
harder... so it was obvious that she got screwed several times
during the night, but I have no video record of it.

  The video Friday morning was very different as there was a very
clear picture of Gary and Sam fucking my wife at the same time...
Gary in her cunt... Sam in her mouth and then the reverse later
on.
   --------------------------

  The party Friday afternoon, involved my wife with two men one
of whom I recognized as Grant Matthews, who was the owner of a
rival construction firm.  I assumed that since he couldn't beat
me in business, he was elated to get the opportunity to fuck my
wife for revenge.  The other guy I didn't recognize at all.

  When they arrived, my wife was wearing a hot black outfit, mesh
stockings, and black panties which she was displaying to the two
men by keeping her legs open.

  I got another 30 or so screen captures from the afternoon, but
the video clip I made of Arlene getting her sexy ass nearly
fucked off by both men on the couch... one after the other... was
my favorite.  The screen capture of my competitor fucking her
after the other guy had filled her cunt with his load was also
hot.

  Grant couldn't fuck me over in business, but he was doing a
great job of fucking my wife's ass off.  She grunted and screamed
the entire time he was plowing her cunt.

==============================

Divorcing Arlene:

  By 4:00 PM, I had a two-hour composite video of the hottest
action during the four days.  I also had a photo album of some
300 screen captures that showed my wife taking on 11 different
men during the four days I was supposed to be out of town.  By my
count, she had taken over 40 loads of cum during that time.

  Arlene was waiting for me when I entered our home a little
after 5 PM, Sunday evening.  When she moved close and tried to
kiss me, I turned my head and walked away.  Taking a seat on the
couch, I saw her smiling at me with peculiar grin on her face.

  "So?"  she said, apparently asking what was the matter with me.

  I put the video disc in the DVD player and said, "I think you
should sit down, Arlene."

  After she had taken a seat, I handed her the photo album and
started the video.

-----------------------------------------------

  Two hours later, the video ended and Arlene was still seated on
the couch watching it to the bitter end.  I was surprised as had
expected tears and for her to run from the room crying.  Neither
of those happened.  When I turned off the DVD, I exploded.

  "Are you just going to sit there and act like we just watched a
sitcom on TV?  Have you got anything... ANYTHING! to say for
yourself?"

  "What is there to say?  You've discovered that your wife loves
sex... probably more than you ever imagined could be possible."

  "But my god, Arlene!  We've been having sex 10 times a week for
over two years.  Isn't that enough for you?"

  "No.  Not even close to enough.  I want it at least twice as
much as that.  Now to give you your due, you're easily the most
virile man I've ever been with.  No one else is even close.  You
also are the best lover I've ever had... Period!  But I want sex
20 times a week... three times a day or more.  Obviously, no one
man can possibly provide that over an extended period.  Most men
couldn't provide a quarter of it... you manage half of it, and
that's fantastic, but I need more.  So I have to get it from
different men since no one man can manage that."

  I sat on the couch... stunned... unable to speak.  Finally,
Arlene spoke again.

  "Is there any way we can get past this?"

  "How can you expect me to "get past this", as you put it?"

  "There are three ways to get past this.  The first is for you
to get over your macho hang-ups over sex with other partners and
join me in an erotic open marriage.  We do things together... no
cheating... no hiding.  When we can't do it together, we share
all the hot details later when we're in bed fucking.  That's what
I would love."

  "The second way is go on the way we've have for over two years.
 I see men secretly and tell you nothing.  You haven't ever been
deprived of my attention at any time during our marriage, Earl. 
Whenever you wanted me, I was always eager for sex or anything
else with you.  You can't think of a single time I've ever said
'no', because I never have.  The sex I've had secretly with other
men hasn't adversely affected you or our marriage in any way.  We
can continue that way, and would have if you hadn't decided to
play amateur detective."

  "Finally, the third way is for you to see other women secretly
while I have my lovers.  I don't like that, but I'll accept it if
that's your wish."

  "Of course, the fourth option is divorce.  It's your choice,
Earl."

  "There are no choices!  I can't live with a slut whom I can't
trust."

  "Then how have you managed not only to live with one for over
two years, but loved every minute of it?"

  "Because I didn't know.  Now I know!"

  "See what I mean.  What you can't stand is the injury to your
macho, masculine ego.  I belong to you.  I'm your property and
any man who touches me, has to deal with you... that sort of
thing... right?"

  "RIGHT!!!"

  Arlene nodded and quietly left the room.  I sat there,
unmoving... stunned.  Her response to my discoveries was beyond
belief.  Thirty minutes or so later, Arlene came back into the
den carrying two suitcases.

  "This will take care of my needs for several days.  I'll be
back in a few days to pack up the rest of my belongings, Earl."

  "Where will you go tonight?  You can stay here if you like."

  "No thanks.  I have no desire to share a roof with a man who
doesn't love me, doesn't want to have sex with me, and even
despises me simply because I love sex.  Goodbye, Earl."

====================================

Lancer's Sports Bar:

  Even though it was now pushing 11:00 PM, not one guy had left
for the more than two hours it had taken me to tell the story up
to the point of the divorce.  Even Jack had pulled up a chair and
treated everyone to a beer, complements of the house.

  "So what happened at the divorce hearing?" Harmon Adams asked.
"It couldn't have been very good for you since this is a no-fault
state and it doesn't matter who or how many guys were fucking
your wife.  She still gets half and alimony."

  "That's just the point.  She didn't get nearly as much as she
might have.  She just didn't have the guts to fight it out with
all the evidence I had showing how big a slut she is.  First, she
agreed to the divorce with no alimony.  Isn't that just fucking
fantastic!  I gave her a lump sum settlement in lieu of alimony.
Although pretty big, it was a lot less than she might have gotten
with substantial alimony payments."

  "What did her lawyer say to that?" Harmon asked.

  "That was another strange thing.  She didn't retain a lawyer. 
She did all the negotiating herself, and boy did I ever stick it
to her."

  "What about the settlement?"

  "Well, the judge decided how much income my company had made
and how much the value of the company had increased in the two
and a half years that we were married.  I had foolishly put the
house in both of our names to avoid probate if I suddenly died,
so she was entitled to half the value of the house and property.
 Anyway, the judge set a figure and asked Arlene if she
considered 50% of that figure fair."

  "Let me guess," Harmon said after interrupting.  "She wanted
60% because of your invasion of her privacy."

  "Wrong.  She asked for 45%.  The judge asked her why was she
willing to take less than the law permits, and she actually told
him it was just a way of apologizing to me for being unfathful. 
And that's what she got... 45%."

  "You said you also stuck it to the guys who were banging
Arlene.  What happened to them?"

  "They're toast.  My private detective agency got all their
names and addresses from the license plate numbers on their cars.
  Two of the men were sales reps for a company that sells us
construction supplies and equipment.  We're major customers of
both firms.  Their CEO got visual evidence of the way the two
reps were representing their company along with my letter stating
that I would probably be withdrawing my business.  Within a day,
I got a profuse apology, an extra 10% discount on my next three
orders, and the two reps were in the unemployment line."

  "Five more of the men who fucked my wife are... or I should
say... were married.  Their wives got a copy of the portion of
the video in which their husband was a major star.  They also got
a photo album of screen captures showing hot porn shots of their
husband's cock inside my ex-wife's cunt.  All five got the boot
and coughed up 60% of all their financial holdings as well as
paying alimony.

  "You said  the video showed that 11 men had screwed her.  What
about the other four?"  Jack wanted to know.

  They were single and I had no leverage... so they got a "Get
out of Jail Free" card.  Too bad.  I would have loved to nail
them as well.

----------------------------------------------

  With my story over, the crowd drifted away except for Carl
Lambert.  He stayed without saying a word until only the two of
us were left.  When we were alone, Carl finally spoke.

  "Earl.  I have a suite at the Marriott Inn West.  Let's go
there.  I have a lot to say that I think you need to know."

  "What for example?"

  "I'm in Suite 1116.  I'll tell you one thing here.  If you want
to hear the rest, you'll have to come with me.  I was married to
Arlene before you married her.  I assure you that you want to
hear the rest of the story."

=============================

The Denouement:

  Naturally, I followed Carl to the Marriott Inn.  He waited in
the lobby for me to park my car, and we rode the elevator
together to his suite on the 11th floor.  Once inside the lavish
rooms, he asked me if I wanted a drink, coffee, or a soft drink.

  "Coffee would be fine.  Black, please."

  Carl took a beer and handed me a large mug of coffee.  I took a
seat on the couch while he pulled a chair up close to the table
in front of us where he laid a large folder.

  "First, I need to convince you that Arlene, as you know her,
was my wife for almost two years.  At the time, she used the name
Darla Hamilton, which was changed to Darla Lambert when we
married.  This is a photo album of our wedding reception and
numerous other photos of her and the two of us later on.  Take
your time.  Look through it carefully and then tell me what you
think."

  At first, I was skeptical... very much so.  But after examining
the photo album, all skepticism had vanished.  Carl's wife Darla
and Arlene were the same woman without a doubt.  "Ok.  I believe
you.  But so what?  Arlene told me she wasn't a virgin, and I
figured she might have been married before.  I never asked
because it didn't matter to me."

  "I understand.  I felt the same way after our divorce.  It was
only a month or two later that I began to piece the puzzle
together.  First, let me ask you some personal questions.  I'll
answer the same questions first.  How much of a settlement did
she get?  From me it was $475,000 plus another $200,000 for
giving up any claim to alimony.  She also took all her personal
possessions... gifts, diamond engagement and wedding rings,
clothing, etc. that I had given her during and before our
marriage."

  "Arlene got more than that from me, " I replied.  "The judge
set the increased values of our stock portfolio, other holdings,
our home, and worth of my construction company over the two and a
half years of our marriage at $1.8 million.  She got 45% of that
figure or $810,000 and $250,000 for foregoing any alimony.  Of
course, she also kept her personal effects."

  "So this woman got a total of $1,735,000 from the two of us
plus her personal effects as well as free room and board for 4.5
years in addition to the salary we each paid her for her
secretarial services.  Not a bad result for four years of work,
wouldn't you say?"

  "That's what happens in a no-fault divorce state.  So what's
your point?"

  "Don't be in a rush.  If I'm going to convince you that what
I'm going to tell you is the truth, I have to do this slowly.  It
took me months to figure it all out."

  "Ok.  I've got nothing else to do tonight... tomorrow's Sunday
so take your time."

  "Let's take it point-by-point.  First:  I believe when you told
your story tonight that you said that during the four days that
you got your video and audio evidence, 11 different men fucked
your wife about 40 times.  Right?"

  "That was my count.  I could be off a little in the number of
times they fucked her.  I wasn't always obvious when or if they
had ejaculated.  I lost all count of the number of orgasms Arlene
had."

  "Ok.  Now consider this:  You were married over two and a half
years.  She's presumably being constantly fucked behind your
back.  Remember, she told you that she needed sex 20 times a week
and you were providing only about half of that... by the way...
that's really an incredible performance.  I was never able to
match that when I was married to Darla, a.k.a. Arlene."

  "What's your point?"

  "How do you think she managed to keep all that fucking... 10
guys a week... secret from you for over two and a half years? 
Doesn't that bother you?  That was my first clue.  I didn't
believe there was any way in hell my wife could be fucking around
on me that much without my finding out."

  "Well, I'm not sure," I replied.  "But the evidence on the
video and audio tapes makes your point moot.  She was fucking a
dozen different men."

  "Only for that one weekend.  You have no evidence of any such
behavior for the previous two and a half years... right?"

  "Well... that's right, but I assumed that..."

  "That's what she wanted you to assume.  Let's set aside
assumptions tonight, and see what the facts that we know actually
suggest.  Ok?"

  "Yeah.  Go on.  I'm listening."

  "Second point:  You said earlier tonight that your first clue
came when you caught Arlene lying to you about being home during
the day when you knew she was out.  Doesn't that strike you as a
rather stupid lie?  She could have easily told you that she was
at the country club or out shopping."

  "That occurred to me at the time.  I just assumed that..."

  "There you go again.  No assumptions tonight... Ok?  For the
record, my first clue was something equally stupid on Darla's
part.  I had a poker party at my home with some friends.  One of
whom was Lee Adams.   Darla pretended not to know Lee when I had
seen her talking to him several times at parties.  She could have
easily acknowledged Lee without my thinking a thing about it. 
The lie was stupid, but it made me start investigating just like
it did you.   And, of course, I discovered that Lee was fucking
my wife... a lot."

  "Ok.  You've established that she made a stupid mistake in both
of our cases.  What's the point?  Everyone occasionally makes
mistakes."

  "No.  Not Darla... particularly not stupid mistakes like that.
The 'mistake' was deliberate on her part.  Now let's go to Point
Three.  When you investigated you found 13 or so pairs of panties
in the clothes hamper, many of which had cum stains in the
crotch.  You also found 4 changes of bed sheets, each with cum
stains on them.  I found exactly the same thing."

  Carl paused, but when he saw no comprehension on my face, he
explained further.  "I don't know about you, but in the 22 months
I had been married to Darla, I had emptied our clothes hamper at
least a dozen times to put out the laundry.  There never had been
a pile of cum-stained panties or bed sheets present.  How about
you?  You ever empty the clothes hamper?"

  "Yes," I confirmed with comprehension slowly beginning to dawn
on me.

  "Isn't it beyond stupid to start throwing a dozen pair of
cum-stained panties in the clothes hamper where your husband can
find them.  Why not either throw them out, wash them yourself, or
take them to the laundry yourself.  Same comment with respect to
the bed sheets.   Isn't it obvious that Arlene wanted you to find
them?"

  When I remained silent, lost in my own thoughts, Carl
continued.  "Point Four:  When you watched your video and
listened to the audio, did you notice how clearly Arlene always
spoke when she was telling her lovers that she was cumming or
when she was urging them to fuck her harder?  On my video, her
words were crystal clear, but when we were in bed fucking, she
usually gasped or whispered words like that, but then such
whispers and gasps would not have been audible on the recording.
And the video... how often did you find her looking almost
directly at the camera when she was having an orgasm... check it
out.  Count the number of times you see that."

  "Are you suggesting that..."

  "Yes.  Arlene knew the cameras and microphones were hidden in
the house.  She also knew exactly where they were."

  "But how?"

  "She expected them to be present because you would want
evidence.  So she conducted a thorough search.  They wouldn't be
hard to find if you knew to look.  And she might not have found
all of them.  She only needed to find a few of the video
cameras."

  "Let's go on.  When you showed her the video, you said she sat
through the whole thing, didn't shed a tear and only asked, 'Is
there any way we can get past this?"  She did the same to me. 
You were amazed at her reaction.   Now you know why.  She knew
you had the video and audio recordings."

  "Ok, but why?  What was the purpose?"

  "Simple.  To get you to demand a divorce in a no-fault divorce
state where she was assured of a huge settlement even with your
evidence of adultery.  If you were the one demanding the divorce,
you would never suspect that she was the one who wanted it."

  "But she offered to stay married to me if I would agree to an
open, swinging marriage and participate in all the hot sexual
fun?  And now that I think about it, how did she know that I
would demand a divorce?  A lot of men get off watching their wife
being fucked.  What if I had had that response to seeing all
those guys fucking her?"

  "She knew because she put you to the test, remember?  She also
put me to the same test before we were married."

  "What?" I asked now confused again.

  "You remember her getting it on with those two guys at Eddie's.
 She suggested a hot evening with the three of you banging her. 
Your response was to explode in anger.  She apologized
repeatedly, cried, and begged for another chance.  Right?"

  "Yeah... she did."

  "Get my point.  She found out that you have a no-tolerance,
take-no-prisoners attitude to a woman playing around with another
man.  You weren't even married at the time, and still you were
furious.  That told Arlene every thing she needed to know... you
would never, ever forgive her fucking other men.  So she could
make the offer to stay married if you accepted an open, swinging
marriage in complete safety.  She knew your macho, male pride
would never permit you to accept the offer."

  "But why bother to make the offer?"

  "So you would be blinded to the truth.  Have you ever seen the
movie "The Sting"?  In it, Paul Newman makes the point to Robert
Redford that the best scam is when the mark has no idea that he's
been scammed, even when the sting is over.  By making the offer,
which she knew you could never bring yourself to accept, she
solidified the idea in your mind that you were making the
decisions, that you were in charge, when in reality, you were the
puppet, and she was the puppet-master pulling all the strings."

  "But... but what if I had told her to go ahead and invite the
guys at Eddie's to our home and we would all fuck her brains out?
 What then?"

  "Well, I have to guess here since I responded exactly the same
way you did.  My guess is that she would have invited the two
guys, and the three of you would spent all night long fucking
her.  Then, a couple of days later, you would have gotten a 'Dear
John' letter in which she told you that she was ashamed of
herself and of you for permitting other men to fuck her.  She
would have probably said she could never be with a man who would
permit that.  Then, she would have just vanished, and you would
have never heard from her again."

  "Basically, the scene at Eddie's was a crucial test for you. 
In her eyes, you passed with flying colors.  She wanted a
no-forgiveness, macho guy, and you were it.  From your point of
view, particularly in retrospect, you failed the test."

  "And it was all about the money?"

  "Yeah... about $2 million from you and me combined.  And I'm
pretty sure that I was at least her second mark... you were her
third.  So, she should have a nest egg approaching $3 million by
now.  If I was her third and your were her fourth, it's probably
well over $3 million by this time.  And that's not counting the
value of her personal possessions, the free room and board, and
the salary she made working for us and others."

  "Fuck!  We need to let the police know about this bitch!"

  "Why?  What would we tell them?  She's committed no crimes. 
Adultery isn't a criminal offense.  It's grounds for divorce, but
that's it.  Furthermore, we demanded the divorce, not her. 
That's a matter of court record.  She didn't even hire an
attorney to defend herself, and you said yourself that she was
very generous in her settlement demands.  It was the same with
me."

  "Why didn't she demand alimony?  She could have easily gotten
it?"

  "You still aren't getting the picture, Earl."

  "How so?"

  "If she had gotten alimony, you would need to have her address
so you send the monthly checks.  That would allow you to find
her.  With no alimony and no address, I can assure you that you
have virtually no chance to find her."

  "But you did?"

  "Sheer blind luck.  I hired a private investigator to find her.
 After six months and a huge bill, we gave up.  I just happened
to have business in this area this last week and just happened to
be at Lancer's Sports Bar when you started your story.  It was so
familiar to me that I was intrigued.  Before you were a third of
the way through the story, I knew Arlene was Darla, and that you
had been scammed just as I was."

  For five minutes, we were silent.  Finally, I asked, "Ok. 
You've convinced me.  What a scheming bitch!"

  "True... but isn't she brilliant?  And quite frankly, she's the
best piece of ass I've ever had or ever expect to have.  I wish I
had her back."

  "Yeah... she's all that.  I have just one more question.  Since
she hasn't committed any crime, why is she so intent on keeping
her whereabouts and her identity secret?"

  "Because, Earl... Darla or Arlene or whatever she now calls
herself is right now, as we speak, out there some where in a
no-fault divorce state setting up her fourth or fifth mark. 
Since it's been six months since your divorce trial, my guess is
that right now, some macho, dumb schmuck has his cock buried in
the hottest cunt he's ever fucked... and he doesn't yet know that
in about a year or so from now, she's going to take him for
something close to a million bucks."

==============================

Epilog:

  "Oh fuck Yes, you hot Stud.  Bang that big cock into my cunt,
Lover.  Harder.. AAAHHHHH... AAAHHHHH... UUNNGGHH... Ooohhh Shit!
 I'm cumming, David.  I'M CUMMING AGAIN... CUM IN
MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

  "Oh fuck ... Take it, you hot, sexy witch...  Take my load...
NOW!  HERE IT COMES...  UGH!  UGH!  UGH! UGH!  SHOOTING IT IN
YOUR hot CUNT, HONEY!"

  "MMmmmmm...  I love the feeling of your big dick throbbing
inside me after you pump my pussy full of your hot load."

  "And I love being inside your luscious pussy, Janet.  I can't
believe how lucky I am to have a wife like you.  We've been
married for two months now, and we're still fucking as much as we
did on our honeymoon.  You're the hottest woman I've ever
imagined."

  "I just like sex with you, Honey.  When you stick your hard
cock into me, I just can't stop cumming.  I didn't know men like
you even existed."

  "Think I'm better than those two guys you were flirting with in
the club just before we got married?"

  "No comparison, Darling.  None."

  "Were you angry with I kicked their asses for hitting on you. 
Tell me truth, Honey."

  "I loved the way you kicked their butts, Honey.  You'll never
know how much I loved it.  Thank you, you hot, macho stud."

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