2007-08-31

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Please be aware that this story contains ADULT content and should not be read by minors.

Spying on My Wife
by RLM

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Anton had long since resigned himself to the fact that his beautiful wife was extremely conservative. But things are not always what they seem to be.

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Every husband thinks he knows his wife extremely well... what she likes... what she doesn't like. Most men think their wife would never consider sex with another man, and most are probably right in this view. I was no different. The idea that my wife would have sex with anyone else other then me seemed totally ridiculous.

To say that Cathy was conservative is akin to saying Mt. Everest is large or that an original Rembrandt costs a lot. My wife gave a whole new meaning to the word "conservative". She never wore a dress or a skirt whose hemline was more than an inch above her knees, and most were at or below her knees. She wore full cotton panties and a full bra. If we were going out, she put pantyhose on over her panties. "Damn" was the strongest four-letter word I had ever heard her use. If I should accidentally use the F... word, I got a disapproving stare from my wife.

Cathy always wore attractive, but conservative, clothes. Anton really wished for more.

On the plus side, Cathy was beautiful, and at night, in our bedroom, she was very sexy. Once the lights were dimmed and the bedroom door securely locked, she enjoyed sex, usually having at least two orgasms before I would have mine. She liked different positions, and we used them all. However, she considered oral sex to be perverted and anything sexual outside our locked bedroom was off limits. Once, in the first year of our marriage, I had suggested we try anal sex. She didn't speak to me again for a week.

Consequently, I knew... absolutely knew... that Cathy would never have sex with another man. The very concept was absurd. I also knew she would never flirt with another man, dance with another man, or for that matter do anything remotely sensuous outside our bedroom. Every thing that I had observed in the six years we had been married and the year before that when we were dating firmly established the fact that my wife couldn't spell "kinky" much less engage in anything remotely kinky.

A few months previously, Sam and Marge had invited us to a party at their house. The party was an outdoor cookout with burgers, shrimp, steak and all the fixings. Beer flowed freely, and the party was held around their gorgeous swimming pool. Their backyard was well-lighted allowing us to start the party around 7:30 PM and continue until close to midnight.

All the women were in the pool at one time or another except Cathy who declined. I knew it was because she wasn't comfortable wearing a swimsuit with her 40D breasts and full sexy ass on display before all the men. Around 10 PM, someone broke out some weed and joints were passed around. Cathy refused to take even one puff. By 11 PM, some of the couples were getting amorous. In the pool, we frequently heard one of the women squeal loudly as they were felt up beneath the water. About that time, Sam approached me.

"Hey, Anton. Any way we can persuade your gorgeous wife to put on a swim suit and join us? Every guy here thinks she gorgeous."

"I wish I could... I wish you could. I've been trying for years. No luck."

Even though my wife was pretty much the wet blanket of the evening, she never criticized anyone else for their liberal behavior. She just wouldn't participate herself. With her "hands off"... "don't touch"... "don't flirt"... "no sexy talk" attitude, it wasn't surprising that no man ever made anything that could remotely be considered a pass or hitting on her.

I was certain that I was the only man Cathy had ever had and would be the only one she would ever have, not counting the remote possibility of rape, which really wasn't sex anyway.

I remember that it was a Tuesday afternoon when the first small crack appeared in my total conviction that my wife was totally uninterested in anything that remotely resembled "kinky sex". I had come home from the office early due to a very bad headache. Cathy had her art class on Tuesday afternoon followed by her exercise session at the Country Club, so I was alone in the house.

After an hour's nap, my headache abated, and I felt much better, but it seemed foolish to go back to work at 3 PM. Cathy had complained several times that the top drawer of her dresser was very difficult to open and close... so much so that she had moved every thing out of that drawer until I fixed it. I had put the job off for a couple of weeks and decided to get it done as I had nothing else to do.

After I collected all my tools from the workshop in the garage, I set to work. The problem was obvious. The wood had swollen from getting wet at some point. In addition, the rollers were rusty. I replaced one side of the drawer with new wood, planed off the other sides, and replaced the rusty rollers. When I finished, the drawer worked perfectly.

Since the job had gone so smoothly, and I had all my tools, I decided to check the other drawers to see if any of them needed some repair. Everyone worked perfectly except two of the bottom drawers. They worked much better than the top drawer had, but still, I thought they could stand a little maintenance.

The left drawer held my wife's slips and bras. I laid them on the bed and quickly did some minor repairs... planning one edge and oiling the rollers. After replacing all of my wife's underclothes, I started on the second drawer.

The drawer was the one hardest to reach as it was not only on the bottom it was up against the side wall as well. I had to get down on my hands and knees to open it. The drawer was literally stuffed full of old pantyhose and panties that should have been thrown away. Under the pantyhose and panties, there was another layer of neatly folded sweaters my wife hadn't worn in years. I removed those and then stared in amazement at the last three objects in the drawer.

Lying on the bottom, hidden beneath all the tightly packed old clothes, was a large, battery-powered vibrator in the shape of a black cock, an electric vibrator, and finally, the most amazing thing, a fair-sized butt plug. The vibrator was about 8 inches in length and very thick. The electric vibrator had a large knob on the end, and the butt plug flared out at its widest point to maybe a 2.5 inch diameter before tapering down to allow the sphincter to close around it and trap the plug inside the user's ass.

Picking up the black cock vibrator, I turned the base and the unit sprang to life, vibrating powerfully from the force of the four batteries it contained. Plugging in the electric vibrator, I switched it on and the knob roared to life. I touched its business end to my fingers and was amazed at the intensity of the sensation. Both units were in excellent operating condition.

Picking up the butt plug, I realized I was getting an erection from the implications of my discovery. Running my fingers over the surface of the plug, I could feel the residue of a lubricant... probably vaseline. Putting it to my nose, I detected its faint odor although it was clear that the plug had been washed. When I raised the cock vibrator to my nose, the aroma of pussy was obvious.

My erection had now become a raging hard-on. It seemed obvious that Cathy was masturbating secretly with the vibrators and using the butt plug in her ass. That seemed so absurd that I couldn't credit the idea with having any truth, but how else to explain the hidden toys? Obviously, I needed more evidence. After carefully replacing every thing in the bottom drawer in their original positions, I went to our kitchen and got a standard wooden toothpick. After cutting off a small half-inch section, I placed this in the roller track of the bottom drawer. If the drawer was opened, the piece of toothpick would be left on the floor.

Checking my watch, I saw that I had more than a full hour before Cathy would return from her exercise class. A methodical search of the our bedroom produced nothing more than the sex toys.

After finishing with the master bedroom, the question was where to start next. There wasn't going to be time this afternoon to search the entire house, garage, and attic. Reasoning that the most likely place to hide something my wife didn't want me to find would be in one of the rooms we rarely used, I picked the smaller of our two guest bedrooms, which, for the most part, we used solely as extra storage space.

A search of the cabinet and dresser drawers produced nothing. I got the same result when I searched the closet, which was used to store out-of-season and older clothes. Just before giving up on the closet, I noticed that at the very end of the rack, so far back it was hard to reach, there were two garment bags. A minute later, both bags were lying on the bed.

Staring at the bags, I felt I had found something. The bags should have been dust-covered. They weren't. The bags themselves should have been old. Instead, they bore the label of a relatively new shop in the city. But, most importantly, that label was Victoria's Secret.

Intellectually, knew what I was going to find, but emotionally, it seemed impossible. Unzipping the first bag, I found several outfits. There were two tight, short, form-fitting sheathes. Not only had I never seen Cathy wear those dresses, I had never seen her wear anything even remotely as sexy as any one of the dresses. There was a sweater/short shorts outfit. One glance at the sweater told me that it wouldn't begin to cover my wife's big tits, and the shorts had no hope of covering all of her sexy ass. There was a transparent, black, negligee with matching crotchless panties.

After replacing the items in the first bag, I opened the second one. Inside was an assortment of demi-bras, bras with holes for Cathy's nipples, crotchless pantyhose and crotchless panties, numerous thongs, garter belts, thigh-high stockings, and several pair of come-fuck-me heels. Every pair had 4- or 5-inch heels.

Later, while sipping a stiff drink in our den, I wondered if Cathy had a lover for whom she wore those erotic outfits. It seemed impossible. She was home with me every night, and if she wore stuff like that during the day, someone would eventually see her and word would circulate. The very concept that my wife, who wouldn't do the slightest kinky thing even the privacy of our bedroom, was spreading her legs and fucking other men seemed ridiculous. I was at a loss. Obviously, I needed more information... and equally obvious was the fact that I had a huge, hard, throbbing erection.

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Over the next few days, I watched every move Cathy made, every glance, every expression for some clue. If something was there, I wasn't sufficiently astute to pick up on it. However, on every day save one, I found the small toothpick piece lying on the floor beside the bottom drawer. It was clear that I needed to take more overt action.

During the weekend, while my wife was out, I installed two cameras and audio pickups in our master bedroom. I did the same thing in our den and in the guest bedroom. I ran the wires up through the walls into the attic and from there, down into my upstairs study, which was my private domain that Cathy never invaded. The leads from each camera was fed into appropriate recorders for playback at a later time. There was also a monitor that I could watch live and earphones that enabled me to hear conversation as it occurred. It took me the better part of an entire day to set every thing up.

When I had finished, two things bothered me. The first was a guilty feeling caused by the fact that I was spying on my wife. The second was dissatisfaction that I wouldn't actually see, in person, what my wife was doing. I couldn't do much about the first problem except try to get used it. The second problem was another matter.

If the video cameras showed anything of interest, I decided I would take a few days vacation from work, and spend the time watching the house and hiding in my upstairs study waiting to see what, if anything, my wife would do. Getting into my study unseen was no problem since we had built an upstairs deck and staircase that served as a fire escape, if needed.

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I had anticipated a long wait before I saw Cathy doing anything on the cameras. I halfway expected that I would never see anything because there was nothing to see. I was dead wrong about that too.

When I came home Monday after work, Cathy was in the kitchen preparing our dinner. She gave a light kiss on the cheek when I entered.

"Need any help, Darling?" I asked.

"Don't think so. The meatloaf will be ready in about an hour. So you have plenty of time to shower and change if you like."

"Ok. I'll take a quick shower and do some work in my study so we'll have the evening to ourselves."

At first, I saw nothing on the any of the monitors as I fast-forwarded through the day's video recordings without worrying about the audio. The den cameras showed a time signature of 2:45 PM at the bottom of the screen when the screen showed the image of my wife checking the front and patio doors to be certain they were both locked. She was wearing one of the sexy shethes I had found hidden in the garment bags. It was the first time I had ever seen it on my wife. My interest suddenly increased.

It was the hottest thing I had ever seen my wife wear. I thought it was obvious that she expected a lover at any moment.

The master bedroom camera read 2:55 PM when Cathy entered, locked the door, and stood in front of her full length mirror. Her hands went to the hem of her dress and slowly moved upward, caressing her thighs and raising her dress as the same time. My cock was instantly erect. I had never seen Cathy do anything so incredibly erotic.

I was watching my wife doing things I had begged her to do for years without success. I thought she was so turned on waiting for her lover, that she couldn't resist.

Her hands continued upward until she had her dress bunched about her waist exposing her brief, tight panties. Once there, she squatted right and cupped her breasts, squeezing and kneading her big globes. As she did it, her legs opened slowly... further and further... until the entire crotch of her panty-covered pussy was on display. It was clearly time to turn on the audio!

I was stroking my cock through my pants as I stared between my wife's gaping thighs.

When the audio for the master bedroom came on, it was hard for to believe that I was listening to my prim and proper, conservative wife.

"You like the way I look, Baby? You want me again, don't you? I know you do from the way your huge cock is tenting your pants. Wanna see my big tits, Lover? All I have to do is pull down this dress. My tits are naked underneath."

I watched, mesmerized, as my wife spoke to an imaginary lover who was now apparently telling her to take out her tits. I wanted them out too. I felt like screaming, "Yes! Take out your big tits... Now Slut!" But I remained silent as Cathy pulled her dress down to her waist.

My wife's big 40D cannons stood out firm and hard... no need for a bra. I was certain that I was the only man ever to see them naked, except whoever she was speaking to now."

'You like my big tits, don't you, Stud? You like the way they stick out... firm and hard. I know you like sucking them... you've done it enough. The last time you sucked them, you made me cum that way."

Cathy was hefting and squeezing her tits as she moaned, "Oooohhhh yesss! Do me that way, Honey. Squeeze my big tits. AAAhhhh... that makes my cunt throb when you do me like that."

It was a day of firsts for me. First time I had ever seen my wife enjoying a sexual fantasy. First time I had ever heard her call them her tits rather then her breasts... and certainly the first time I had ever heard her use the word 'cunt'.

"Oh god... we're here in my bedroom... where my husband makes love to me. Do I have to take off my dress? Can't you just have me bend over and fuck me that way. OOOhhhh... all right... don't hurt me, Darling. I'll take every thing off. After I do, you're going to fuck me, aren't you? OOoohhhh god."

"Do you like my ass, Honey? I know you like my cunt.. at least, you like fucking it. Please don't fuck me in my marriage bed... bend me over the back of the couch or do it to me on the floor... Please!"

As I watched, my wife's hand began to rub her pussy furiously. Her hips snapped back and forth in fuck motions.

"OOoohh... please... stick your fingers in me, Baby. Do my clit. OOOOohhhhhh... Yes! Like that! Like that! AAAaaahhhh... we should be shot for doing this to my husband. Oh god... don't fuck me in my marriage bed... NNnooooo!"

Cathy moved back and spread out on the end of the bed with her legs wide open. Her chest was heaving with excitement. It was almost as if there were an invisible man in the room with her... about to mount and fuck her.

Oohh god... you're going to fuck me, aren't? Right here in my bed... aaaahhh... all right. I know I can't stop you... I'm helpless around you... hurry up and do it to me you dirty bastard."

"Oh stop... don't make me put my legs up in the air like this... ooohhhh noooo. Spread my cunt open for you?? Please... just stick your huge cock into me and fuck me like you always do... don't make me spread my pussy open like a dirty whore... please!"

I had my cock out now... jacking off. It was impossible to resist.

"Oh Damn You! Don't hit me with your belt... please. Anton will see that I've been whipped and he'll know that his wife is a dirty whore who lets other men fuck her... just fuck me... See... I'm holding my cunt wide open for you... you don't have to whip me... I'm holding it open... stick it in... into my hot hole and fuck me."

"I'm holding my cunt open for you. Fuck me, you hot Stud!"

"Oh god... stop! STOP! You don't have a condom on. I'm not on the pill... I always make my husband pull out before he cums. I'm fertile. Don't fuck me without a condom... I know you won't pull out. Please put on a condom... please put on......... UUUNNGGGGHHH! AAAHHH... It's going into meeeeeeeeeee... no condom.... big black fuck stick... in me... you're gonna shoot it into me, aren't you? OOOhhh no... unghhhh ... ughhh."

OOOhhhh no condom! Your big black cock is gonna shoot in meeeeeee!"

I watched as my wife rammed the huge black penis vibrator I had found hidden in her dresser drawer deep inside her cunt. Her legs jerked back almost to her tits as she rammed the shaft in and out of her raised and open pussy with hard strokes. Every time she drove it up against her womb, she grunted and howled. Suddenly, her legs shot straight out as her body quivered around the vibrator.

Oh you hard bastard.... you're gonna make me cummmmmm!"

At first, she was begging the guy not to cum in her. Then, I saw the signs I knew so well... her toes curling back... her mouth opening wide... her tongue flicking over her top lip... her asshole beginning to open and close. My wife was about to cum on the big vibrator. As her orgasm approached, she started howling, "Don't Stop! Don't Stop! NO! I don't want you to pull out. Shoot your big load into my unprotected pussy, Lover. Flood me! Cum inside my cunt and breed me.... aaaahhhhhhhh....fuckkkkkkkkkkk.... I'm cumminggg!"

I could see her hole throbbing around the thick shaft as her orgasm roared through her body. My wife slammed the vibrator deep into her vagina and spasmed around it. With her legs raised, the monitor provided an excellent picture of my wife's ass hole as it opened and closed... throbbing every time her vagina contracted. Her moans filled the room... and they were much louder than they ever were with me.

I had to struggle not to shoot my load as I watched my wife cum. I wanted to cum in her cunt... not all over the floor.

After my wife's orgasm ebbed, I thought she was finished with her masturbation session and sexual fantasy of another man... a black stud... fucking her. But, I had forgotten that Cathy usually wanted two or three orgasms when we had sex. I spent 10 more minutes watching her get off a second time in doggy position as she fucked the vibrator in and out of her pussy while screaming at her lover to give it to her harder. At one point, she moaned... "You've already gotten me pregnant.... go ahead and put another load into me... one more won't make any difference."

Go ahead... cum in my cunt, you hot Stud. One more load won't matter. You've already knocked me up."

I was just shutting down the equipment when I heard my prim and proper, faithful wife calling me to dinner.

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Over the following week on four occasions, I watched my wife fantasizing and fucking herself on video and while peeking in through our bedroom window after leaving the curtains open just enough to allow me to see inside. She apparently was doing it almost every day.

Each fantasy was different, and I wondered how often she varied them. Each time, she was wearing a different slutty outfit, but the toys were the same. The second time I saw her doing it, she was pretending that three different men were fucking her. Again, they did her bareback and impregnated her.

The third time, Cathy was wearing the black negligee outfit. This time, in her fantasy, she was a butt slave to two of my best friends... Sam and Morris. I was both shocked and turned on to find out that my prim and proper wife harbored hot sexual desires for my male friends.

Cathy was out shopping on Saturday when I watched the butt slave fantasy she had had on Friday afternoon while I was at work. As soon as my wife had stripped to her black thong, Sam and Morris ordered her panties down and for her to bend over the couch.

"Oh god... you're Anton's best friends... why do you treat me like a dirty whore?" she had moaned as she pulled down her thong and bent over the couch. Cathy had her ass high in the air thrusting it at the two imaginary lovers.

It was obvious to me that Cathy was getting off on her fantasy of bending over in front of my friends and letting them see her ass.

"At least fuck my pussy like you've been doing for the last year. My ass is too small to take your big cocks... you're much bigger than my husband, and I never allow him anal sex."

I was surprised when I heard a much lower voice on the audio recorder. "Stop whining slut. You know you want it up that sexy ass of yours. Get on the couch... hands and knees... open up your hot holes for us, Cathy." For a moment, I thought that Sam and Morris must be in the room with my wife, but the video showed otherwise. Then I realized it was my wife's voice I heard imitating the voices of her imaginary lovers.

"Am I spread enough? Can you see my pussy. Wouldn't you really rather fuck my pussy?"

"Oh my god... Is this all right? Am I bent over far enough, Sam? Do you like my ass, Morris? Please don't tell anyone that you've ass fucked me... please!"

"I should be whipped for doing something this dirty behind Anton's back."

"Be quiet," came the lower voice of my wife. "Stretch it open for us, Babe. Fingers in your ass... now!... Harder, Cathy. Deeper. You'd better get it stretched open, Honey, or you won't like it when our big cocks are going in."

"OOoohhh... is it all right? Am I doing it hard enough, Morris? Deep enough? AAAaaaahhhh...."

UUNNGGHHH! HURTS! Please be careful when you fuck into my ass... Please."

On the screen, I saw my wife's fingers plunging in and out of her ass all the way to her knuckles. She was stretching it as wide as she could with two fingers. When she pulled her fingers from her now open ass hole, she turned onto her back, lifted her legs high in the air and pulled open her pussy. Even on the monitor, I could see the moisture covering the lips and hole.

"Please, Sam. I know you like my pussy. And so do you, Morris. I'll make it really good for both of you if you use my pussy. You know how tight I am... how I can squeeze your pricks with my cunt. Stick me in my cunt, Studs... please!"

My wife was begging her imaginary lovers to use her cunt instead of her ass.

"Next time, Cathy. Maybe next time. Ass fucking time today," the pseudo-Morris was saying. "But while you've got your legs up and that hot ass exposed... use this. Pump it in deep."

My wife picked up the butt plug I had first seen in the box in her dresser drawer. Cathy pushed it deep into her cunt to get it wet and slick and then pressed the tapered end against her now stretched anus. It easily entered her gaping hole. At first, it went in rapidly, but as it approached the thick center portion of the plug, it slowed considerably. Cathy was now having to work it back and forth to get it all inside her ass.

"It's so damn big! Help me push it in, Sam!"

"Help me, Sam," she begged. On the screen, my wife waited a moment and then rammed the entire plug deep inside her ass. Only the base and the small handle were still outside.

"UUunngghhhh... ooohhhh fuck! That's so damn big. Please. My cunt is wet and hot. You'll love cunt fucking me. Please!" my wife continued to beg.

Again the deeper voice: "Turn back over, Slut."

The video showed my wife getting back on all fours with her ass arched high in the air. She thrust the butt plug in and out of her now stretched ass while her fingers worked frantically at her clitoris. I had no doubt that her clit was erect, hard, and throbbing. Her hips hunched in fuck motions.

I knew my wife was close to orgasm from the way she frantically fucked the plug in and out of her ass.

"Oooohhhh god, Sam. You're cock is so damn big...aaaahhhh... aaahhhh! Uummmnnnn. Harder, Sam. Fuck me harder, Baby. Fuck Anton's dirty slut in her ass. OOOhhhhh gawd! I'm gonna cum!!"

For the next thirty seconds on the screen, I watched Cathy's body shaking as one and then another intense orgasm flooded through her. I backed up the video and watched her cum several more times as I jacked off. I could even see the end of the butt plug jerking up and down from the hard contractions of her ass.

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For the 10 days since I had first seen my wife pleasuring herself on my screen and audio pickups, I had been fucking her like a man possessed. She usually had two orgasms before I had mine. Now she was having three or four, and one wasn't enough for me.

After my first one and her first three or four, we would lie panting in each other's arms. As we lay there, images of my hot wife fucking herself with the toys while pretending that a black stud or my friends were screwing her would flood through my brain. In ten minutes, I would have another iron-hard erection.

The first time it happened, my wife protested that she was too tired to fuck again when I moved over her with my newly engorged cock. "No, Anton. No! I'm just too tired. I've already cum four times."

For once in my life, I knew exactly how to handle my wife. Pressing my rigid prick against her mound, I whispered, "What's this Anton shit? He's finished for the night. It's time for you to take care of Sam now, Baby. You've got my cock hard as iron. Now spread... spread wide!"

It was amazing... just fucking amazing! My wife gasped as my cock bored between her closed thighs. Then, suddenly, her legs flew apart and jacked high in the air. She wrapped her legs about my waist and hissed, "Oohhh yess... I'm so sorry, Sam. Fuck me! Fuck me with that big hard cock, you hung Stud!"

Cathy howled louder than I had ever heard her scream in bed with me when I rammed my throbbing rod back into her cum-filled cunt. Her hips pounded against me as I drove deep inside her fluttering vagina. After a half-dozen hard thrusts, the fluttering changed to throbbing contractions. Cathy screamed, "I'm cumming! Oh fucking christ... I'm cumming! Fuck me, Sam! Don't stop... please don't stop... aaaahhhhh uunngghhhh!"

My wife was screaming repeatedly as "Sam" fucked her hot cunt.

I know my wife had at least six more climaxes before I emptied... excuse me... before Sam emptied his balls into my wife's hot, churning cauldron.

This had continued for eight days. I just couldn't get enough of my wife's incredible body and her throbbing hot cunt. On the ninth day, we attacked each other as soon as we were in bed. Cathy shoved me onto my back and mounted me... something she had rarely done before. For 15 minutes, she hammered her cunt up and down my rigid spike reaching orgasm after orgasm until I finally could take no more. She hissed like a tigress when she felt my cock spewing thick loads of semen into her pussy.

We rested for a short time until my horny wife wanted more cock. She sucked my semi-hard organ into her mouth and in a short time, had me raging hard again. Once more, I pressed her magic sex button.

"Enough of your mouth, Cathy. Big Morris wants some of your hot ass. Turn over, Baby, and show it to me."

I knew what my wife was going to say before she even said it. "Please... don't ass fuck me, Morris. You know you're too big for me to take it. Please... just cunt fuck me again. I'll make it really good for you."

"Later, Slut. Later. It's ass fucking time now. Turn over! Hike that luscious ass up in the air!"

It was stunning to watch my wife scramble to turn over and present her ass to me. I had begged and begged her for years to do anal sex with no luck. Now, she was bent over in front of me, her hands holding her ass open, waiting for "Morris" to plunge his thick cock up her butt.

Cathy finger fucked her cunt while she waited for me to plunge into her ass for the first time. It was an awesome, never-to-be-forgotten sight.

"UUNNGGHH! Oohhh god, Morris. Go slow with that huge cock. You're gonna kill me," my wife moaned as I drove my cock into her ass for the first time. She was so tight... so hot... so damn sexy bent over with her ass arched high for me that there was no way I could have gone slow. I drove it into her like a wild man.

My wife hissed with pleasure as I entered her hot ass.

Her response was to squeal and drive her ass back against me when I plunged into her depths. She came in less than a minute. The contractions of her tight ass around me were awesome. Grimly I held my load back and fucked her harder until she screamed and came again. This time, there was no holding back. Gush after huge gush fired into her.

We both climaxed at nearly the same time. Cathy's ass was so tight and so hot that I was amazed I could hold out as long as I did.

As we were both shaking in the midst of our orgasms, Cathy wailed, "ooohhh god, Morris! what a cock... WHAT A COCK!" When we had both collapsed in exhaustion, my wife snuggled up against me and whispered, "Don't you dare tell my husband that I let you ass fuck me, Morris, or I'll never let you back in my ass again."

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For another week, the sex in bed between Cathy and I was the best we had ever enjoyed, but she was still playing the role of prim and proper wife every place else other than our bedroom at night. She was wearing the same conservative outfits and still refusing to join in any of the more erotic activities when we went to a party or hosted one.

I thought about confronting her with the video and audio tapes, but I was afraid to do so. I felt there was a good chance that she would be so angry with me for spying on her that the wonderful sex we had been having would stop and maybe even dry up completely. It was just too much to risk. Besides, I really had no defense. I had invaded her privacy in the worst manner... taking video and audio recordings as she masturbated. I decided that I had best just be happy with what I had rather than press the issue and risk disaster.

A few days after I had made that decision, the matter was taken out of my hands. When I returned home from work, I found Cathy sitting on the sofa crying. The DVD was playing one of the video recordings I had made... it was the one in which she had fantasized that Sam and Morris were fucking her in the ass.

When she saw me standing there watching her and the screen, she wailed loudly, dissolving in a cascade of tears and painful groans. I was trying desperately to think of some way to apologize, to console my distraught wife, to keep her from packing her bags and leaving me.

As I approached the couch, she cowered in the corner in fetal position begging, "Please don't whip me, Darling. I know you're going to divorce me, but please don't beat me."

To say I was stunned was the understatement of the year. When I found my voice, I said, "Divorce you? I've never loved you more in my entire life than I do right now. Beat you? Hell will freeze over first!"

Cathy was both pleased and shocked. "But you saw how whorish I was behaving. You know that I was fantasizing about your friends fucking me... other men doing it to me... big black cocks stretching me and fucking me. How can you possibly want a wife who does such filthy things?"

"We've been having those same fantasies in bed together for the last two or three weeks, and we've both been having the best sex of our marriage. You've loved it... just like you're loving it right there on the screen, and I've loved it."

That caused my wife to stop and think. "That's true, but we were enjoying those fantasies together. That's different than my doing it alone and not even thinking about you when I'm getting off imagining that Sam and Morris are fucking me in the ass."

Cathy started to cry again, but this time not as hard. "Sure, it's different, Darling, but it's still incredibly hot and exciting. I want you keep having those fantasies and fucking yourself while you have them. But I do want to make a big change. I'm not going to invade your privacy ever again... I promise. But it would be wonderful if you would tell me what you did and all your hot fantasies when we're in bed fucking later on."

My wife finally smiled. Then she grinned. "I've invaded your privacy too, Darling. Today, when I searched your study trying to figure out what has turned you into a raging tiger in bed and how you possibly knew how to turn me on with my most secret hidden fantasies."

"I'm glad you did, Darling. I've wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you'd leave me or freeze up completely. I didn't want to risk that. Let me tell you how all this started."

Over the next thirty minutes, I told my wife every thing. How I had accidentally found her toys. Then searched to find the hot outfits she had hidden the garment bags in the back of the guest closet. "I had wanted you to wear outfits like that... to be a hot, sensuous woman... for years, but you never would. At first, I thought you were having sex with other men, but when I discovered you were just giving vent to your hottest fantasies by solo role playing, I loved it."

For a long time, my wife was silent. There was no way I was going to interrupt her thoughts. Finally, she said, "I never would do all those hot things you asked me to do because I was convinced that when you saw just how slutty and depraved I am, you would leave me... divorce me. But the urge to do all those slutty things was so powerful, I had to do something or I was going to go crazy with the pent up lust. So, I did it all in secret... alone... just me, my fantasies, and my toys. I'm so sorry, Darling. I cut you out completely and gave you very little of my real sexuality. I should have trusted you. Can you forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive except my invasion of your privacy. Am I forgiven?"

My wife threw herself in my arms and devoured my mouth with hers. "I so happy and glad you did invade my privacy, Darling. If you hadn't, I would have spent the rest of my life masturbating alone, instead of sharing my desires and my sexual lust with my horny, hot stud husband. But you have to tell me the total truth... do you really want me to be the kind of hot wife you've seen on those video and audio recordings for real?"

"I can't wait... I just can't wait. My cock is already so hard it hurts just thinking about it."

Cathy reached over and verified for herself that my cock was iron hard. "Oh fuck, Lover. THAT IS HARD! But you have to promise to tell me if I'm going too far. I've never done it for real... just alone with my toys. Promise?"

"Absolutely! From now on, we're a hot team."

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Cathy and I decided that she should make the transformation gradually so it wouldn't be so noticeable to all of our friends. Over the course of the next three months, she began wearing more and more revealing clothes. At first, she would listen while the other women talked about their secret affairs and other men instead of excusing herself, as she had in the past. After a month, she joined it and would tell sexy jokes, but having never been with another man, she had nothing along those lines to contribute to the sexy discussions of the other women. When someone brought some weed to a party, she got high along with the rest of us. When she got horny at a party, she would whisper in my ear, "Your wife's cunt is hot and wet, Stud. It needs cock. Take me home and fuck me, Baby." I loved it!

Three months after completion of the "transformation" another one of Sam and Marge's big parties was in progress. She had worn a drop-dead hot outfit for the party. The top was no more than a patterned bra covered by a see-through black sweater that only buttoned at the top of her bra. Above and below that, the sweater hung wide open. Her "skirt", if you could call it that, was a micro-mini jean skirt that just barely managed to cover her ass. She was barelegged with open-toed heels. Every man at the party was checking her out... doing their best to see up her short skirt to determine what kind, if any, panties my wife was wearing.

Cathy looked like the hot wife I had dreamed about for years. I got hard just looking at her.

Cathy had already taken several hits of pot and that was more than enough to her giddy and high. When Jake Hanson suggested that she get rid of her useless sweater as it wasn't covering anything and it was too warm in the house anyway, Cathy giggled and said, "I think you just want to get me naked, Jake."

"You won't be naked if you take off your sweater, Cathy," Jake laughed. I was sure that the handsome black man was already hard. For that matter, so was I and probably half the men at the party as most of the women were wearing very little and some had already taken off part of what they were wearing.

"Well, I guess not." Cathy shot me a quick look to see if she was going too far. When I nodded, she grinned and removed her sweater. She looked incredibly sexy in her bra and micro-mini skirt. "This what you had in mind, Jake?" she asked with a sexy grin.

My wife got several whistles of appreciation when her sweater hit the floor.

"Oh hell, yes!" Jake and several other men yelled.

Behind me, I heard one woman whispering to another, "Jezz... look at her tits! I had no idea she had a pair like that."

It wasn't long before I heard Sam ask, "You wearing any panties under that skirt, Cathy?"

When my wife just smiled, Jake said, "No way. She's naked under the skirt. Bet you five bucks she's naked."

"Ok. You're on. Now how do we decide who wins?"

"That's not a problem, boys," Marge said with a leer. "We just have her take off that tiny skirt. It's not covering much anyway. Take it off, Cathy, and let the boys see who wins their bet."

My wife opened up the top button on the waist band of her skirt, and then abruptly stopped. She came over to me, one button of her skirt undone, and sat down on my lap. My erection shoved forcefully into her crotch.

"Mmmmm... I think you want me to take off my skirt even more than Jake and Sam do." Then in a very soft whisper so that only I could hear, "I'm sorry, Honey. This is what I meant by my being a depraved slut. This is why I would never wear clothes like this. I'm so hot, I about to cum... really cum without anyone touching my pussy. Tell me if I'm going too far and I'll stop."

"I'm as hot and even more depraved than you are. And you're right, I want you out of your skirt even more than Sam or Jake."

"Ok. But please watch me. Don't let me go too far. I don't want to embarrass us. We're a team... remember."

"Come on, Cathy. The men are waiting to see who wins. Take off that useless skirt." Marge urged.

My wife finished unzipping her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Sam won the bet when everyone saw her thong that just barely covered her cunt.

My male ego swelled with pride when the other men gasped at my wife's sheer erotic beauty.

Behind me, I once again heard the two women talking. "God... she is gorgeous. No way she's getting through this party with being fucked." The other woman added, "Probably several times is my guess."

Morris passed my wife another smoke and she took two more hits before she passed it on. Jake didn't let much time pass before I heard him talking to my wife.

"How big are those tits, Cathy? They look huge and delicious."

"They're 40D. You like them, huh?"

"I think so. But I can see much of them. Why don't you take off your bra so I can see those beauties."

Cathy laughed and shook her head. "You need to work on a better line, Jake, if you're going to get women out of their clothes."

"I haven't had any complaints," he grinned.

"No... I don't suppose you have, but I'm still not taking off my bra."

For the next half hour, at least five men asked my wife to take off her bar. She turned them all down. Finally, Marge and one of the women who had been talking behind me... Cora... took matters into their own hands.

"You've been having a great time teasing all these horny guys for an hour, Cathy. You take off just enough to get them hot and horny and then cut them off. Now you've been flaunting those big jugs of yours long enough. Off with the bra... NOW!"

When my wife hesitated, looking over at me, I nodded, and she smiled, but didn't take off her bra. "You don’t mind very well, Cathy," Marge said as she held her arms while Cora unhooked her bra in the back. Cora pulled one strap off her shoulder while Marge took care of the other one. A moment later, the bra was lying on the floor amid admiring hoots and whistles from a dozen men.

Cathy's tits were incredible. But then so was her entire body.

After a bit, Sam said, "The pool's open... the water's fine. Come on. Who wants to take a swim? Suits are available in the bath house if anyone wants one."

A dozen people ran to the pool. A few put on swimsuits, but most just stripped to shorts and underwear and jumped in. My wife hesitated, so I took her arm and said, "Let me get out of these pants, shirt, and shoes and we'll go in together." A minute later, my wife and I walked to pool side together... me sporting a huge erection not at all concealed or even contained by my briefs and Cathy wearing nothing but her thong.

We played in the water for half an hour. Before we got out, Marge had come over and pulled my briefs down under the water and jacked me off briefly before laughing and swimming away. On the other side of the pool, Cathy was frolicking around with Jake and Sam. I watched as Jake dived beneath the water. A moment later, my wife squealed and then laughed, winking at me. When Jake surfaced, he tossed me my wife's thong. I had no doubt that he had used his time underwater to feel up, or probably lick, my wife's pussy, which was only fair since Marge had felt me up.

I swam over to my wife and said, "We should get out. It's getting out of hand."

"I know it is, but it was really fun. And I'm so fucking hot, I need for you to take me home and give your slutty wife a hard fucking. But I'm naked... is it going to bother you if all these men see your wife's ass and cunt? If it is, you need to bring me a towel."

"Bother me? It's going to get me so hard I'll be in pain before I get you home, if that's what you mean."

"Good. Hot husbands should be in pain to fuck their slutty wives. Come on, Stud. Take me to bed."

When we emerged from the pool, my briefs were down around my thighs, and my 7 and a half inch erection was sticking straight up. Cathy was naked except the sexy landing strip of pubic hair right above her cunt. As I gathered up our clothes, she squatting beside the couch with her legs wide open. When I had all of our clothes and stood up, I saw that I and seven other males were staring at my wife's exposed cunt while our pricks throbbed in stiff, hard erections.

Eight cocks throbbed in rigid erection as their owners stared at Cathy's wide open cunt.

I slipped on my pants and shirt while Cathy pulled her skirt on and replaced her bra. We both thanked Marge and Sam for a hot, sexy, and fun party and headed for the door. Sam and Marge walked with us and when we were on their front porch, Marge said, "Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay here overnight? We have a big king-sized bed that will hold the four of us. Or if you prefer, we can use two bedrooms."

"Maybe sometime, but Anton and I aren't prepared for that just yet."

"No problem. Let us know if you change your mind," Sam said.

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Two weeks later, on a Friday afternoon, I was working in my office when the phone rang.

I answered and heard my wife's voice. "Hello, Darling. Will you be coming home soon?"

"I usually work until five... it's only three, but I can come home if you need me. Do you?"

"That's sort of up to you, Honey."

"What do you mean?"

"Jake's here. He came over an hour ago. We've spent the last hour chatting having a couple of beers and chatting about the party two weeks ago at Sam and Marge's house."

My wife hesitated, and I encouraged her to continue.

"Well, you know he's the one who took off my panties in the pool. While he was under water, he finger fucked me and licked my pussy."

"And?"

"And he told me he's been thinking about me ever since. To make a long story short, Darling, he wants to fuck me."

"What do you want?"

"You know that was one of my hot fantasies that you recorded, Darling. So you don't have to ask. But I told him that I don't cheat on my husband... ever. We're a team."

"So you're calling to get my permission to fuck him?"

"No! I wouldn't do that to you. That's not the fantasy, I'm talking about. I'm calling to see if you would like to come home early and give your hot wife the pleasure of enjoying two big cocks at the same time... yours and Jake's. That's the only way he's ever going to get into me. So it's your call."

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It took me 20 minutes to get home. When I opened my front door, the loud groans of my wife greeted me. Jake had her naked on the couch, her legs high in the air. My wife's feet were jerking back and forth in response to the hard thrusts his cock was making in and out of her cunt. They stopped momentarily, and Cathy groaned, "I'm so sorry, Darling. Jake was just too hot to wait. So I let him fuck me a little while we waited for you. Come on, Jake. Get off of me and let's take to this to the bedroom so my two hot studs can fuck me.

Cathy was gasping every time Jake plowed her cunt with his huge black cock.

As soon as we were in the bedroom, Cathy mounted the bed on all fours, looked back at us, and hissed, "Come on! Fuck me full! Both holes. Hurry. I've fantasized about this for years. Get on me. Get in me!"

While I undressed as fast as possible, Jake mounted my wife and rammed his big cock in her waiting ass. Already slick and lubed by her cunt juices, her asshole spread around the big head and it popped into her. After that, he just drove all 9 inches into her ass. She wailed in hot passion

Jake gave my wife 9 inches of black cock in her ass as she waited for me to fill her cunt.

"Come on, Honey. Slide under me. Fuck into my cunt, Baby. Do both of my holes. Hurry... I'm already about to cum and I want you in me when I cum."

It only took me a few seconds to move beneath my wife's body. Jake lifted up to allow her slide into place. She adjusted my cock at the opening to her cunt, dropped her hips, and I was buried in my wife's pussy. Once I was seated, Jake began fucking her ass at the same time as I plowed her cunt. Cathy wailed and came in a blinding orgasm. Her first of over a dozen that afternoon.

My wife was getting two cocks at the same time for the first time. I knew it would not be the last time.

Later than night, after Jake had left, my wife and I spent five hours caressing each other and fucking like rabbits. We both loved every second. I had to smile when I thought about the fact that if I had not decided to fix all of her dresser drawers that day, all this joy and pleasure would never have occurred. Sometimes, life's most important events hinge on simple serendipity.

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