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Subject: {ASSM} My Adulterous Wife (MMF true). Part 1/5
Date: Mon,  5 Mar 2001 18:10:02 -0500
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My adulterous wife. Part 1.

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THE FIRST TIME
I've read a lot of "wife watching" stories in magazines and on the net 
but I'm sure most of them are just that; - titillating stories. The wives 
they portray are unreal, the scenarios are most unlikely, and where are 
all these guys who have twelve-inch dicks?  
This is not just a story, it is a true account of how I persuaded my 
lovely and innocent wife to have affairs with other men, and the 
lifestyle it led to. 
Ann is very attractive with long auburn hair and a nice figure.  She has 
tremendous sex appeal and enjoys being the centre of attention in male 
company, but that was as far as it would go at first. 
We met when we were both virgins at sixteen and married three years 
later. I joined the RAF and right from the start it turned me on to see 
other Airmen flirting with Ann and when we made love I would fantasise 
about her being fucked by another man. I knew she would never dream of 
having an affair and I never suggested it, but I used to create 
situations where she would be alone with other men in the hope that it 
would lead to something. I would often invite someone from work for 
supper and then go to bed leaving them talking together. They would often 
talk through to dawn and I would lie awake listening, but nothing ever 
happened.
After five years of faithful marriage, we were stationed in Germany with 
about a year left before returning to the UK.  We had a modern ground 
floor apartment in a small German town about 15 miles from base. 
Ann had matured from a skinny teenager into a lovely and very desirable 
24 year old woman but she still had an air of innocence. She had a job at 
the NAAFI club at the large Joint Services Headquarters base 5 miles from 
our flat and worked behind the bar or in the cafeteria with about three 
other girls. Sometimes she got a lift home with one of them but most 
nights I used to meet her at closing time to drive her home.  
One evening I was sat at the bar waiting for her to finish when I got 
into conversation with a guy named Stewart who was watching Ann intently. 
It was mid-summer and Ann was wearing a very short sun-dress that evening 
and as she leaned into the cooler where the bottled beer was kept, 
Stewart nudged me and said "Look at the arse on that, I wouldn't mind 
giving her one. I bet she fucks like a bunny."   "She does," I said. 
"She's my wife."  Stewart nearly choked on his beer, apologised and 
bought me a drink before disappearing to the other bar. 
I told Ann about the incident later and she laughed saying Stewart had 
been trying to get off with her for weeks. She said she always had guys 
offering to help change the barrels so that they could be alone with her 
in the cellar room and they often made a pass at her. I thought I 
detected a bit of wishful thinking and asked her if she had ever been 
tempted to take up any of the offers she'd had.  "Certainly not" she 
said, "I flirt with them but that's as far as it goes."  She knew I liked 
watching her flirt with men but I confessed that it went deeper than that 
and I was really turned on by the thought of her having it away with 
another man and said I wouldn't mind if she went all the way. 
I had totally misread the signs and she exploded with anger saying I 
didn't love her and I would use it for an excuse for having an affair 
myself etc. etc. We argued that night and she turned her back on me in 
bed refusing to listen to anything I had to say. 
The next morning I left her a note explaining how I felt and how I wanted 
her to have the opportunity to experience what she had missed by marrying 
so young, and assured her I had no ulterior motives. She made no comment 
about the letter and I thought that was the end of it but a week later 
when we were eating our evening meal she suddenly said, "I want you to 
make yourself scarce tonight. I'm going out with Stewart and I might want 
to bring him back here afterwards." I was astonished and asked her why 
she had changed her mind, and why Stewart, but she just said that if 
that's what I really wanted she would do it. 
Stewart was a big, foul-mouthed, tattooed, uncouth, ginger haired Army 
Corporal and I couldn't believe she would fancy him but it really turned 
me on to think of him fucking my wife.
I went to the pub and stayed out until midnight as instructed and when I 
got home she was asleep in bed. She awoke as I got in with her and said 
Stewart had tried it on but she had chickened out. I suspected that in 
fact she hadn't really been out with him at all, but I got her to agree 
to try again. 
Ann was working in the cafeteria the following night but when I went to 
pick her up she wasn't behind the counter.  I asked the other girl where 
she was and she said she had gone out the back with the rubbish. I waited 
about ten minutes before she suddenly appeared and on seeing me went 
bright red in the face. She said Stewart had cornered her outside and 
they had been snogging. I asked her what he had done and she smiled and 
said, "He was all over me.  He's had his hand in my blouse and up my 
skirt." She said she had told him I was on duty until midnight on Friday 
night and he could come straight to the flat.
Early on Friday I went to the club in my uniform and Stewart was in the 
bar with his mates. He made a point of talking to me and I told him I was 
on my way to the RAF base. He grinned at his mates and said he was on 
special duties in half an hour.  He had obviously told them where he was 
going because they laughed and told him he'd better not drink any more in 
case it blunted his performance. He showed off, making a few more mocking 
remarks at my expense but it proved to me that he really was going to 
meet Ann.
He left the same time as me and I went to the cinema to kill time. Ann 
had told me not to raise my hopes because she would probably chicken out 
again but I had a hard-on throughout the film at the thought of what 
might be going on at home and couldn't stay to the end. 
I drove home, crept around the back of our flat and jumped up on to the 
balcony that ran all along the front of our flat. All the lights were on 
and the windows were slightly open. I could just hear Ann and Stewart 
talking and laughing inside. It went quiet for a long, long time and I 
thought he had gone but then I heard whispers followed by Ann's familiar 
moans of pleasure and the creaking of bed springs as he fucked her 
vigorously on our bed. My heart was pounding, I hadn't really thought she 
would go through with it but she had. A few feet away another man was 
actually fucking my wife and she was obviously enjoying it. I continued 
to listen until I heard them both groan as he climaxed then I went and 
sat in my car in a daze. 
My prick was rigid and I wanted to go straight in and fuck her myself. As 
soon as I saw Stewart leave I let myself in quietly.   
The lounge was a mess. Ann's clothes were lying around and the cushions 
had been dragged off the settee onto the floor. Ann was lying naked in 
bed just as he had left her. She jumped up with guilt when she saw me and 
pulled the covers up to her neck. She wasn't expecting me home for 
another hour and said, "What are you doing here. He's only just left!" 
I undressed quickly and got into bed beside her, looking down at her 
naked body.   She winced as I touched her nipples, which were red and 
swollen from all the attention they had had from Stewart. 
She said, "Well I've done what you wanted. Now what?" She was embarrassed 
and made me turn the light off but she parted her legs as I ran my hand 
down her body, feeling the wetness in her gaping pussy lips.   I had 
wondered if she'd let him come inside her but the amount of sperm that 
was in and around her pussy left no doubt. I was desperate to fuck her 
and she was so wide open and slippery that I could hardly feel a thing as 
my rigid prick went into her, but knowing that just a few minutes ago she 
had been fucked by another man made me come almost immediately. I didn't 
lose my erection and without withdrawing I carried on, visualising 
Stewart's prick fucking my wife's pussy, until I came again. I thought 
she might be cold towards me but she responded with real passion and we 
fell asleep with our arms around each other.
The next morning I wanted her to tell me what they had done and if she 
had enjoyed it but she was very quiet and all I got out of her was that 
he had done it twice, first on the settee and then in the bedroom. I 
think she was ashamed and in shock at what she had done but I assured her 
I still loved her and was not going to leave her and she said she would 
be OK later.
She was working in the cafeteria again that evening and when we got there 
Stewart was already waiting by the counter where she would be serving. I 
stayed in the doorway watching them for a few minutes and saw her smiling 
and touching his hand as they whispered together out of earshot of the 
other girl.  Then she lifted the counter and I saw them disappear into 
the back.
At the end of her shift I went and got her a very large Brandy and helped 
her clear away and re-stock. I asked her if she had enjoyed doing it with 
Stewart and she admitted she had. Then I tried to get her to tell me 
about it but I had to drag every bit of information out of her. I wanted 
to know if it was different with Stewart, what positions they had done it 
in, how big it was and if he was circumcised. If she had guided him in 
with her fingers and many more things, but all she would say at first was 
that she had done the same kind of things she did with me. I kept nagging 
away and eventually, when the brandy took effect, she started telling me 
what they had done. 
She said that after a couple of glasses of wine they had started off 
snogging on the settee and he unbuttoned her blouse and loosened her bra. 
He fondled her breasts and sucked her nipples and put his hand up her 
skirt and in her knickers. Then he got his "thing" out and she said she 
nearly died when she saw the size of it. She had assumed all men's dicks 
were about the same size but Stewart's, in her words, "was a nice big 
one". To show me how big it was she put three Cadburys mini-rolls end to 
end and said it was longer than that and much thicker. That made it 
nearly one mini-roll longer than mine and I didn't believe she could take 
all that inside her but she blushed and said, "Well I can assure you I 
did. Every inch of it!" 
I had to force every answer from her but she eventually confessed that 
she had played around with it and sucked it before they took all their 
clothes off and they had done it in every position on the settee and 
floor until he couldn't hold back any more.   They had lain together 
talking for a while, then he picked her up and carried her into our 
bedroom where they messed around on our bed doing all kinds of things for 
about an hour and then he fucked her again just before I arrived home.
I wanted to know if it felt good having such a big one inside her. She 
blushed again and said, "Of course it did." She said it felt different 
having such a big man with a hairy chest lying over her and feeling his 
big shoulders, and it was exciting watching his hands and lips on her 
breasts and feeling him exploring her body. When I asked her if she 
wanted to do it again she said, "Only if you want me to." and added that 
Stewart had just asked her if she would meet him on her next night off 
and if I wanted her to she would. She hadn't told him I knew what was 
going on and said I mustn't say anything to him. 
She then confessed that Stewart had done it on their first "date" but she 
had felt so guilty she had lied to me about it and she would have lied 
again if I hadn't come home early and caught her like that. 
Stewart was very wary and never went there until he'd seen me on my way 
to "night duty". I always went to the bar first and it gave me a perverse 
pleasure talking to him, knowing that within the hour his dick would be 
spurting up my wife's cunt. 
The first couple of times, Ann had a shower after he'd gone but I told 
her I wanted her just as he had left her. I said it was exciting feeling 
his sperm inside her so she stayed in bed until I got home.
Stewart always brought a bottle of wine with him and Ann was usually 
quite drunk and practically raped me when I came home. She knew that I 
liked to hear all the details but at first we were both a bit embarrassed 
talking about it. After the first few times, though, she lost her 
embarrassment using words she'd picked up from the bar to describe what 
they had done together. When she had had a lot to drink, she would really 
"talk dirty" knowing it turned me on. She would play around with my dick 
showing me how she loved to squeeze his thick shaft and watch his knob 
swelling. She had no qualms about telling me that Stewart's dick was a 
lot bigger than mine (but not 12 inches!)and said it was as thick as a 
cucumber and she could hardly get her fingers around it. She said he had 
a really big knob and she could feel herself stretching around it when he 
pushed it in. He'd never had anyone suck it before and she said she 
brought him off with her mouth once and he pulled out just in time as she 
finished him off with her hand, and watched it spurting out all over his 
stomach. She would sit astride me and tell me how she had been sitting on 
Stewart "just like this", feeling the full length of his dick right up 
inside her, pressing against her womb. 
I knew she was saying all this for me but it was turning her on too, and 
she shagged me senseless continuing to grind into me long after I had 
finished. It was difficult getting her to say anything when she was 
sober. She often made out she was only doing it for me, but I usually 
listened from the balcony and I knew from all the horseplay and laughter 
and her moans of pleasure, that she was enjoying it and couldn't get 
enough of it. 
She saw him three or four times a week at first but it tailed off after a 
few weeks. I also found out that she was having it away with him at other 
times without telling me. I didn't know why. 
She got the other girls to cover for her when she was supposed to be 
working and I suppose she went to his room.  I could always tell from the 
feel of her pussy if she had been fucked earlier on. It was swollen and 
more open and sensitive and still felt slippery even though she had tried 
to wash away the evidence. 
Unfortunately Stewart was a blabbermouth and eventually one of my friends 
told me he was bragging to everyone that he was having it away with Ann.  
I told Ann and the affair finished abruptly.
Ann said she didn't want to get a bad reputation and wasn't going to do 
it again. She still flirted with the guys but wouldn't let Stewart near 
her. 
We started going to German pubs and the German guys loved her. Nearly all 
the local girls were dark brunettes and in the small town where we lived, 
Ann's auburn hair was unique. They were fascinated by it. The old men 
would touch her hair and gabble away in German and the cheeky young guys, 
who spoke English, would want to know if her pussy was the same colour. 
Ann spoke much better German than I did and we would sit around in a big 
group teaching each other dirty words in English and German and trying to 
translate dirty jokes. 
Ann flirted outrageously with them and when the dancing started, as it 
always did in German pubs, she would manoeuvre them to where I was 
sitting, letting me watch them kiss her and maul her bum as she smooched 
around with them. I knew enough German to know they were daring each 
other to see how far they would go in front of me. 
They were puzzled by the fact that she wore her wedding ring on her left 
hand. German women wear it on the right hand and I think most of the guys 
thought she was single. 
At night in bed Ann would talk dirty, telling me how she had gone outside 
and played around with their dicks while they fondled her breasts and 
pussy. I would always put my hand between her legs hoping to find the 
evidence of her adultery but there never was any. She knew why I did it 
and told me she wouldn't go that far again. I told her I missed feeling 
her all soft and wet and said I wanted her to let all of them fuck her 
but she wouldn't give in.
One night in late Autumn, we went out on an RAF organised trip to a 
bowling alley. There was a coach laid on but we let it go home without us 
and went on with some of the others to a German pub where we knew we 
could eat and drink until the early hours. I got ratted and vaguely 
remember being helped into the car of one of my work mates who took us 
home.
I remember spewing my chicken and chips into the loo then I was helped to 
bed where I passed out.
I awoke in darkness, to find Ann's hot naked body lying over me. She was 
smothering my face with kisses and I could smell the brandy on her breath 
as she whispered, "Geoff are you awake? I've just been fucked by Bill. 
He's had his big dick right up inside me and I'm absolutely full of 
spunk." 
The room was still spinning and I thought this was Ann's dirty talk but 
she took my hand and guided it between her legs. Her pussy was wide open 
and my fingers slid into her slippery tunnel which was unmistakably full 
of sperm. She pulled the bedclothes back and got across me, her cunt 
engulfing my dick like a big wet mouth as she squirmed around with Bill's 
spunk pouring out of her. Then she said, "There then, is that soft and 
wet enough for you or shall I go back for some more?" 
She sat upright on me using her muscles to squeeze my dick and then I 
frantically fucked her until we both came together and our pubes were 
matted with the spunky mess that was running out of her. 
Bill came shopping with us the next day and stayed for lunch. He went 
back to base later but we met him that evening in the local pub. Ann had 
quite a bit more to drink when we all got home and was leaning against 
Bill on the settee opposite me. I pretended to go to sleep and watched 
them through half closed eyes as they kissed and fondled each other. He 
squeezed her breasts as he kissed her and then I watched her legs part as 
he ran his hand right up her skirt, gripping and squeezing her pussy. She 
started squeezing his dick through his trousers but then she pushed him 
away saying, "We'd better stop. Wait 'til he's gone to bed." 
She made some coffee and after drinking it I feigned tiredness and went 
to bed leaving them talking together. I got undressed quickly and 
listened through the half-open bedroom door. Their conversation stopped 
after awhile and I could hear whispering and the rustling of clothes and 
creaking of the settee. There were muffled sighs and murmurs interspersed 
with kissing and sucking sounds.  My imagination worked overtime as I 
listened. 
After a while I heard louder movements and Ann saying, "I'll just check 
on Geoff."  I shot into bed as Ann came into the bedroom.  She whispered 
"are you awake?" but I pretended to be asleep. Ann went back to Bill then 
the lights went out and they went along the hall to his room.  
I gave them a few minutes to make sure they had finished moving around, 
and then tiptoed, stark naked with a hard-on, along the Marley tiled 
floor to Bill's room, where the door was ajar.  As I reached the door I 
heard Ann say "I'm ready if you are." and heard the springs creak as Bill 
joined her on the bed.  I slowly and quietly pushed the door further open 
and crept on all fours into the room to the foot of their bed. 
In the light from the curtained windows I could just make out their 
shapes.   Ann was lying on her back with her legs wide apart and her 
knees in the air and Bill was just lowering himself into position between 
her legs. I heard their muffled exclamations as he entered her and then 
the restrained movements and Ann's murmurs of pleasure as he gently 
fucked her, trying not to make any noise. It was so quiet I could hear 
the squelching sound of Bill's prick in Ann's wet fanny and then the pace 
got faster and faster their bellies slapping together and Ann's legs 
waving in the air and banging against the wall as she lost control. 
Finally there was a squeal from Ann and a stifled grunt from Bill as he 
repeatedly slammed his prick home and pumped his load into her.  
They collapsed together breathing heavily and lay for a minute or two 
until I heard Ann say, "Oh that was fantastic!" then she giggled and said 
"Geoff must have heard us.  I'd better get to bed before he comes 
looking."   
I shot back along to our room and pulled the covers over me just as Ann's 
naked figure came through the door carrying her clothes. She slid in 
beside me running her breasts down my body. Her nipples were erect and 
hard. She kissed me with wet lips that had probably just been around 
Bill's knob, and took hold of my stiff dick. I made no pretence of being 
asleep and put my hand down between her legs feeling the soft open 
wetness of her sperm filled fanny.   
I could smell Bill all over her and was dizzy with excitement. Her legs 
opened wide as I got on top of her and there was only the lightest of 
feelings as my prick slid into her.
I have read many accounts of what it is like to have a "buttered bun" or 
"cream pie" or "sloppy seconds" or whatever you like to call it but I 
know that most of these guys could never really have experienced the 
sheer pleasure of fucking their wife's freshly fucked cunt.
It is like liquid silk. My dick could hardly feel the sides at first, she 
was so open and slippery from Bill's fucking and it had that 
characteristic cooler than normal feeling. If you've ever done it you'll 
know what I mean!
I was pulling right out at every stroke letting my knob slide down her 
slimy slit and back into the open juicy hole, squelching as I pumped 
right into her. Ann was in an excited state and gasped as I fucked her 
with no inhibitions until my own sperm joined Bill's.   Bill must have 
heard the slapping and slurping as I fucked the arse off her and then we 
fell into a contented sleep, still coupled together. 
Early the following morning I awoke to find myself alone in the bed. I 
could hear the rhythmic creaking of Bill's bed and Ann's panting and 
moaning as they got completely out of control again. She returned to me 
in daylight, this time wearing nothing but a smug smile. She got across 
me yet again and then we had a lie in until eventually I got up and 
dressed to find a rather worried looking Bill sitting where I had left 
him the previous evening.   
Ann came in shortly afterwards unable to conceal her euphoria.  Nothing 
was said about the nocturnal activities but there were a lot of glances 
and smiles between them and I gave them an opportunity to talk in 
private.   
I had to go back to camp with Bill that morning and could not resist 
asking him how he had enjoyed it.  He didn't say anything at first but 
then admitted that he guessed I had wanted him to do it but hadn't had 
the guts to take the initiative. He said Ann had made all the initial 
moves and that it had been the best weekend of his life.
Ann has changed a lot since her first night with Stewart. We managed to 
keep our activities fairly secret and she still has an air of innocence 
but she has become more aware of her power to attract men and has 
discovered the joys of "recreational sex". 
She enjoyed being fucked at every opportunity by Bill (and others) and 
was not shy about telling me how exciting it felt to have another man's 
dick inside her. Sometimes she would surprise me and meet me from the bar 
with a dirty smirk on her face and guide my hand up her skirt to discover 
her spermy lips.  
That was a few years ago. Since then we have returned to the UK and Ann 
has had many more affairs. She told me after we returned that she had 
carried on with her affair with Stewart in secret until the day we left 
Germany and he had even volunteered to do night duty so that he could 
screw her during the day while I was at work! 
I had nearly caught them at it once when I unexpectedly came home at 
lunchtime.  Stewart had left via the balcony and Ann said she had stood 
in the kitchen making my sandwiches with no knickers on and his cum 
running down her legs, but I hadn't noticed. I asked her why she hadn't 
told me and she said was going to at first but got a thrill out of 
sitting next to me with a wet pussy longing for me to touch her and 
discover her secret, but I had never had. 
We never regretted any of it and we pity anyone who hasn't had the 
courage to do what they really want to do without holding back. I love 
watching her especially when she doesn't know I'm there. I've watched men 
fondling and sucking her nipples. I've seen a man run his hand up her 
skirt and watched her face change as his fingers reached her pussy. She 
has looked me straight in the eye as she has sucked a man's swollen knob 
and made him groan in ecstasy until he erupted into her mouth. I've sat 
opposite her in the bath and seen another man's sperm ooze out of her and 
float to the surface of the clear water. I've joined in a gang bang and 
watched the sheer pleasure on her face and in her eyes as she has been 
fucked over and over again by me and two other guys. One guy didn't give 
a shit about what I thought and I would sometimes come home late from 
work and find him sitting in my chair, watching my TV, drinking my beer, 
and mauling my naked, drunken wife's tits while she squirmed around on 
his dick. Even if it never happens again we will always have the 
memories. I've got a hard on just thinking about it!
For the record Ann told me she measured Stewarts dick. It was just under 
ten inches measured along the top. Out of the 32 men she's had who's 
names we can remember and about a dozen others who she would rather 
forget, only one other man has equalled Stewart for size. Most men she 
says, are about seven inches but the one's with big dicks were always 
distinguished by their coarse features, big hands and feet etc. She likes 
to hold and play around with a big dick but say's when it comes to 
fucking it doesn't make a lot of difference. (But I think she's lying!)

I welcome your comments especially the woman's point of view if any are 
reading this.

Geoff

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