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{ASS} RP My Wife: Expert Bridge Player and Semi-Pro Whore {MuffDiver} (MFF, 
wife, voy, swing, oral)

Author: MuffDiver

Title: My Wife: Expert Bridge Player and Semi-Pro Whore

Summary: An unexpected event awakens in Fred hidden sexual desires and 
fantasies opening up vast new vistas of sexual experiences and erotic 
pleasures for Fred and Christy.
Keywords: MFF, wife, voy, swing, oral

A story by MuffDiver originally posted on the ASSTR Kristen Archives, 
Directory 46.

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Hi Kristen,

I am one of your most devoted fans and a frequent and steady visitor to your 
web site of erotic stories, The Kristen Archives.  I have often wished that 
I could do something to show my gratitude for all the pleasure you have 
given me.  I considered contributing money or maybe writing some stories 
myself.  But I am not a wealthy man and really can't afford to contribute 
money to the maintenance of the archive, and until recently, my sex life 
with my wife has been fairly routine and not worth writing about.  And 
besides I'm a klutz when it comes to writing.

But recently a fantastic event occurred in the sex life of my wife, Christy, 
and I that awakened in me desires that I never knew I had which has opened 
up vast new vistas of sexual experiences for Christy and I giving us both 
more pleasure and satisfaction than either of us ever imagined that we would 
ever experience.

So I decided to take the plunge and try to give something back in sincere 
appreciation and gratitude for all the pleasure you have given me and have 
attempted to write about this event that has so enriched our sexual lives 
hoping that some of your readers will enjoy reading about it.  Keep up the 
great work babe.

MuffDiver
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     My Wife: Expert Bridge Player and Semi-Pro Whore

My wife, Christy, and I are duplicate bridge players who enjoy going to 
duplicate bridge tournaments as often as we can which are usually five or 
six day affairs in big hotels that always attract hundreds of players.  She 
is an excellent bridge player with a well established reputation as one of 
the finest players in our region and she is regularly asked to partner with 
many of the best known nationally recognized professional players whenever 
they come to compete in local and regional tournaments in our part of the 
country.

Christy and I had been married for almost nine years and for the first seven 
and a half to eight years we had what I thought was a very normal but robust 
and happy sex life together.  But a little over a year ago an event happened 
that developed in me a powerful secret desire to watch Christy make mad, 
passionate love to other men.  And I don't mean to just passively lay back 
and get fucked by another man, but to actually take an active lead in 
fucking them and sucking their cocks and eating their cum. We had been 
married for almost eight years when this compulsion began. It happened when 
I accidentally stumbled on my wife fucking and sucking the cock of a fellow 
bridge playing friend who had been a guest at a duplicate bridge party at 
our home one Friday night.

Among our circle of bridge playing close friends we frequently have bridge 
parties at each others homes that usually involve 12 to 16 people to make up 
3 or 4 tables of bridge.  A typical bridge party starts around 6:00 pm with 
cocktails, heavy hors d'oeuvres, and some socializing before we settle down 
to start playing bridge around 7:00 pm.

We usually play a standard set of 28 to 32 deals (we call them boards 
because each deal of four hands is preserved in a board with slots for the 
four hands and every pair gets to play each deal once).  The game consists 
of rounds where two pairs at a table will play a set of four boards and then 
all the pairs move to a different table in accordance with a movement 
schedule to play the next set of different boards with a different pair that 
they haven't yet played with.

This scenario continues for about seven or eight rounds until every pair 
have played all the deals and one round with every other pair.  The boards 
are then scored to see which pair got the best result on each deal, and the 
results for each pair are tallied up to see who was the overall winner for 
the evening.   It sounds very complicated but it really isn't and we always 
have a good time.  The whole thing takes about three hours with lots of 
drinking going on between rounds which takes about three to four hours.  
Then we break up to talk about the interesting hands we just played, maybe 
dance a little if some are so inclined, drink even more, and generally just 
have a good time until 1 or 2 am by which time most of us are pretty well 
oiled with booze.

On this particular Friday evening the bridge party was at our home and it 
had been a big success.  The bridge produced a lot of interesting hands that 
generated even more lively discussion and lots of drinking.  I had been 
drinking Scotch shooters all night long and by midnight I was pretty well 
blown away and Christy helped me up to our bedroom.

In my drunken stupor I was clumsily trying to suck her tits as she helped me 
to undress to get ready for bed and the last thing I remember her saying to 
me as she helped me to undress to get into bed was to gather my second wind 
and not to dare beat my meat because she would be back in a few minutes to 
give me a blow job and fuck my brains out just as soon as she could usher 
the last five or six hardcore bridge players out the door to end the 
evening.  But when my head hit the pillow, I just passed out cold.

It was somewhere around 4 am when I woke up with a raging hard-on needing to 
take a piss real bad and I staggered out of bed still in a semi-drunken fog 
and into the bathroom to take care of business oblivious to the fact that 
Christy was not in bed with me.  When I finished pissing I felt this 
powerful thirst caused by all the booze I had consumed during the party and 
decided to go down to the kitchen to get a big glass of ice cold water.

I left the bathroom and went into the hall to the head of the stairs still 
not noticing that Christy was not in our bed.   The house was completely 
dark and quiet and as I started down the stairs I heard this muffled moan 
and grunting that seemed to come from our guest room at the end of the hall.

I was still in a semi-drunken stupor and remember thinking to myself, 
"That's strange. What could be going on down there?"  I went to investigate 
and noticed that the door to the guest bedroom was about half open and the 
room was bathed in a soft dim light that was coming from the street lamp on 
the curb that was immediately opposite the bedroom window whose blinds must 
have been up.

I couldn't see the bed through the partially open door because it was behind 
the halfway open door.  But as I started to reach for the door knob to push 
the door all the way open, I could see the bed in the reflection of the 
large mirror over the dresser that was against the wall on the right side of 
the bed.  What I saw caused me to freeze dead in my tracks.

Christy was completely nude straddled on top of some man with his hard cock 
stuffed into her cunt and she was humping up and down on that hard rod 
moaning and whispering to him to hurry up and shoot his hot cum into her 
pussy as she leaned over his body so that he could suck on her tits.  (That 
is one of her favorite fucking positions.  She loves for me to suck her tits 
while she humps up and down on my cock.)

Christy was in the throes of ecstasy.  I was stunned by what I was 
witnessing and my eyes were frozen on that mirror as I was mesmerized by the 
site of my wife fucking that man's brains out while he sucked on her tits.  
My head was full of a jumble of confusing thoughts as I stood there 
transfixed watching and listening to her as she was softly saying to him,

"C'mon Stan baby. Shoot me full of that sweet, hot, love juice of yours.  I 
want it to fill my insides and taste it on my tongue.  Your monster cock is 
magnificent baby.  It's stretching my cunt like it's never been stretched 
before.  Shove it in hard and deep baby and fill me up with your sweet cock 
sauce.  Oh God it feels so good!!!  I'm starting to come again baby... Oh 
God, Oh God, Oh God... I'm cumming baby...I can feel your cock swelling... 
Shoot it to me!...Shoot it to mmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee!!!  And Stan broke his lip 
lock on Christy's right tit and exclaimed, "Here it comes baby!  I'm cumming 
doll, I'm  cummmmiiiinnnnngg!!!", and then he grunted deeply four or five 
times, "unnnggggghhhh..., ungggghhhhhhh..., unggghhhhhh...., unnnhhhgggggg...., 
unngghhaaaaahhhhhhh......", as he emptied his load of hot cum into my wife's 
cunt and then said, "Oh my God Christy, that was great......you are one 
fantastic world class fuck baby! But I'm afraid that I'm all fucked out 
angel."

(Stan Bartlett was from Chicago and he was one of the better known 
professional duplicate bridge experts in our region.  He was in town to play 
in our local unit's annual 3-day club championship tournament which had 
ended earlier on that Friday afternoon.  Christy was on his team for the 
Flight A Knockouts and they had swept the field and won the championship. 
Christy had been pumped up all evening basking in the glow of their victory, 
but I never suspected that she was so high as to want to fuck Stan.)

Anyway, as I watched and listened to her performing like an accomplished 
whore, I knew that I should be enraged and should be confronting the two of 
them and beating the hell out of Stan.  But I couldn't make myself move 
because I also knew that the sight of my wife fucking Stan was the most 
erotic thing I had ever seen.  Without being aware of it, I had generated a 
tremendous hard-on and had been standing there unconsciously holding that 
hard-on while watching her fuck Stan.

When Christy hit the peak of her massive orgasm, I was so filled with erotic 
lust that before I knew what was happening the cum rushed up out of my balls 
and raced down my cock spewing out all over the bedroom rug in five massive 
spurts of hot cum in the most intense orgasm I think I have ever 
experienced.  But they were both so deeply into their own sexual ecstasy 
that they didn't notice or hear a thing.

And now I was hoping that she would continue fucking him as soon as they got 
their strength back.  My God, I thought to myself, the sight of Christy 
fucking another man turned me on more than anything had ever done before.  I 
wanted her to do it again!!, or at least watch her suck his cock until he 
came in her mouth and she swallowed his cum.  But at the same time, I didn't 
want Christy to know how much I was turned-on by watching her fuck Stan.  I 
was afraid she would think of me as a weak man who was either a coward 
afraid to defend what was his or else some sort of weird sexual pervert who 
took pleasure in watching his wife fuck and suck other men like a common 
whore.

While all these thoughts were racing through my head, Christy was laying on 
top of Stan's stomach and chest with his cock still stuffed up into her cunt 
recovering from her massive orgasm, and she was telling him how much she 
loved being fucked by him.  She said that it was better than making a grand 
slam because he gave her the best orgasms she had ever had with just his 
cock in her cunt and that she rarely was ever able to reach orgasm when I 
fucked her with my small cock, and she would usually have to finish herself 
off by hand or ask me to finger fuck her because she knew I didn't like to 
eat a pussy full of cum.

Then almost as if she was telepathic and could read my thoughts as I was 
silently willing her to fuck him again, she began to stir and scooted her 
body down to take his now semi-hard cock into her mouth and started sucking 
on it.  Stan moaned and said,

"God Christy, that feels wonderful, but it's too soon doll.  After that 
first massive cum eating blow job and the other blow jobs, hand jobs and 
great fucks that you gave me, my balls are exhausted and it's going to take 
more than just a little while before they can  generate another big load of 
cum.   Besides, it's getting really late and I don't want Fred to wake up 
and catch us because I want us to be able to get together again many times.  
You are without a doubt the best cock-sucking, cum eating, piece of ass that 
I have ever had and I don't want anything to queer it now."

Christy replied, "Boy Stan, you really know how to sweet talk a woman don't 
you.  I've never before had anyone tell me that I was the `best 
cock-sucking, cum eating, piece of ass they ever had' in just that way, and 
I think I probably should be offended, but I'm not. I'm really very happy 
because I know that I really am the best, and I'm ecstatic that you think 
that about me.  Now be quiet.  I'm not trying to give you another blow-job.  
I know it's too soon.  All I want to do is to suck out all the remaining cum 
in your cock's piss tube to taste it again.  I love the taste of your 
delicious cock sauce baby, and I don't want to waste a drop of it.

And as for Fred, don't worry about him.  He was so completely drunk when he 
passed out that I doubt if he will be stirring before 10 o'clock in the 
morning, and what he doesn't know about won't hurt him. I won't tell him if 
you won't."  And she then resumed sucking on his cock and savoring the cum 
that was still leaking out of it.

Finally, when she had sucked Stan's cock completely dry, she said to him,

"OK, baby.  You're cock sauce well is completely dry now so I'll give you a 
break and call it a night.  I know you're right about not taking any more 
chances on getting caught.   And I too certainly don't want anything to get 
in the way of my being able to get together with you again as often as you 
want me.  I want to be fucked by you as often as possible. You have the most 
magnificent huge cock that I have ever experienced, certainly a whole lot 
bigger and better than Fred's.  His is not too bad mind you.  But it's just 
barely adequate most of the time.  Fred's cock really pales in comparison to 
your magnificent weapon and I'm really looking forward to sucking up its 
delicious, hot, cock sauce and being fucked by it many more times.  Now you 
have my cell phone number, so give me a call real soon baby so we can 
coordinate on tournaments and such.  OK?

Stan replied, "You got it doll.  You'll be hearing from me soon.  You're the 
hottest thing I have ever been with.  I love your enthusiastic appetite for 
pure raw sex in all its forms.  I especially love the taste of your cunt and 
cunt juice.  You've got the sweetest tasting cunt I have ever eaten.  
Christy giggled and said, "I'm glad you like it baby. You can thank Fred for 
that.  He likes for me to oil up my pussy with some flavored cunt oil before 
he eats it.  I had already oiled up my cunt expecting Fred to eat me before 
I fucked him last night, but he was passed out dead drunk when we came up 
last night.

I'm surprised you didn't recognize the strawberry flavor.  He has several 
different flavors for variety.  He likes to say that just like a good 
tasting salad can be improved into a great tasting salad with the right 
salad dressing, so can a good tasting cunt become a great tasting cunt when 
it's dressed with the right flavored cunt oil.  I think it's kind of cute 
and I don't mind accommodating him if it means that I will get my cunt 
sucked and eaten more often."

Stan replied, "Interesting guy your Fred.  I'll have to get to know him 
better. I like the way he thinks. But anyway you're a dream come true, and 
I'll be calling you soon to see when we can meet again to play and I mean 
both bridge and with each other.   Good night doll."

As Christy began to move to get up, I came out of my trance like state and 
quickly scooted back to our room and jumped into bed.   Then when Christy 
came into our bedroom, I pretended to be in a deep sleep and she quietly 
slipped into her side of the bed still nude, and lay quietly on her back not 
moving as if she was trying to detect any movement on my part.

After about five minutes I could detect some slight motion from her side of 
the bed and chanced cracking the eye lid of my eye closest to her and 
watched her out of the narrowest slit opening quietly taking the fingers of 
her right hand and inserting them into her cunt to scoop up Stan's cum that 
was still draining down from deep in her cunt where he had dumped his 
massive loads of cum, and then was sucking it off her fingers into her 
mouth.

I almost lost it then, and felt like jumping over on top of her and shoving 
my cock into her mouth and shouting, "Do you want some hot cum bitch??  Suck 
on this you whoring slut and I'll shoot you a big fresh load of tasty hot 
cock sauce down your throat!!"  But I didn't.  It took all my will power, 
but I continued to feign being asleep because I wanted a lot more time to 
decide how I was going to react to this turn of events.  Eventually 
exhaustion took over and both Christy and I fell off into deep sleeps.

At about 9 o'clock I was having an erotic dream that a beautiful, well 
stacked, young woman was softly stroking and sucking on my cock when I 
slowly became aware that it was not a dream and opened my eyes to see 
Christy giving me a blow job. She was lying on her side with her left hand 
around the base of my cock, her right hand gently caressing and lightly 
massaging my balls, and my hard cock in her mouth sucking on it and swirling 
her tongue all around the head.

I involuntarily groaned with pleasure causing her to look up at me and I 
sleepily said, "What are you doing Christy?"  She stopped sucking for a 
minute and smiled at me and said, "Now what does it look like I'm doing 
silly?  I'm giving you a wake-up blow job.  I'm really horny baby.  Don't 
you remember when I helped you up to bed last night?  I told you I would be 
right back to give you a cum eating blow job and fuck your brains out.  And 
when I returned a little while later I was devastated with disappointment to 
find you completely passed out cold.  I tried to revive you by sucking on 
your cock, but you were so far gone that it wouldn't even get hard."

Then she giggled a little and said, "That was actually fun sucking on your 
completely limp dick.  It was so soft and wriggled around like a little worm 
in my mouth as I pushed it around with my tongue.  I'd like to try that 
again sometime soon. But that's not what I wanted right then.  Winning the 
knockouts with Stan gave me a real rush and I was so high and horny that all 
I wanted to do was to taste your hot cock sauce and then get royally fucked 
by you.  But with you passed out drunk all I got was hornier.  Now be quiet 
and just lay back and enjoy letting me finish sucking you off. I'm really 
hungry for your cock sauce- unless of course you'd like to suck on my cunt 
at the same time?"

I replied, "No, that's OK honey, I'll save that delight for a little later." 
  I knew her cunt was still full of Stan's cum which was now at least four 
or five hours old and stale, and I didn't relish the idea of sucking it out 
of her cunt.

(I really do love to eat pussy and suck out cunts full of fresh cunt juice 
but I draw the line at eating cunts full of some other man's cum, or even my 
own cum for that matter.  That really turns me off.  Christy has known this 
about me for our entire married life.  She knows that if she wants me to eat 
her pussy, she has to orchestrate things so that I can do it before fucking 
her and filling up her cunt with cum.  She, on the other hand, has no 
compunction about eating her own cunt juice and loves to suck my cock right 
after I've fucked her and my cock is still slick with her cunt juices.   
While I didn't know it for sure, I suspected that at some time in her life 
before we met and married that she probably had some hot lesbian experiences 
involving eating other women's pussies.)

Christy said, "That's cool darling.  After I've eaten your delicious load, 
I`ll go into the bathroom and freshen up a bit while you regenerate some 
more cum and a good hard-on and then we'll really get it on and I'm going to 
fuck your brains out.  How's that for a plan?"

I said, "That sounds like a perfect plan babe."  And Christy continued 
sucking on my cock until I finally came after a few minutes shooting five 
big loads of hot cum into her mouth and down her throat.  She continued 
sucking and swallowing my cum until there wasn't a drop left in my cock when 
she finally came up for air and exclaimed, "Wow!! That was quite a load and 
very tasty too.  I just love the taste and texture of your velvety smooth 
cock sauce.  Now you just relax while I go brush my teeth and freshen up a 
bit and I'll be right back.  And when I return this time, I expect to see a 
hard cock standing at attention."

I said, "OK, honey.  Don't forget to put some of that `smell good-taste 
good' on your pussy for me.  Some of the strawberry flavored stuff would be 
perfect."  She chuckled and said,  "Oh boy, I like the sound of that!  I 
already put some on last night when I thought I was going to get to fuck 
you.  I was hoping you would want to eat my cunt first, but I'll freshen it 
up now with some more," as she started to get out of bed to head for the 
bathroom.

I was admiring her slender hour-glass figure sitting on long, trim legs 
topped by a slightly protruding pussy mound framed by two luscious outer 
pussy lips and topped out by well formed 38C tits as she stood up and 
stretched, when she said,

"Oh, by the way.  In case you hear any noise coming from the other end of 
the hall, Stan Bartlett stayed the night in the guest room.  When I went 
down last night to shoo the stragglers home, it was obvious that he was in 
no shape to drive.  He was so drunk he could hardly stand without falling 
down, so I suggested he just sleep it off in our guest room.  He probably 
won't be up and about for hours yet."  Then she turned and went into the 
bathroom.

So now I knew what her story was going to be.  I laid there in the bed while 
she was in the bathroom trying to sort out all the conflicting thoughts and 
emotions in my head.  Part of me wanted to punish her severely in some way 
for cheating on me behind my back with such indifferent, brazen, and 
arrogant contempt for me in my own home and belittling me with another man 
by telling him that my cock was not enough to satisfy her and how much of a 
better lover he was compared to me.  But part of me was also inflamed with 
an overwhelming erotic desire for her to fuck and suck another man and eat 
his hot cum while I watched her perform like a slutty whore.

I was toying with the idea of suggesting to her when she came out of the 
bathroom to fuck me, that maybe it would be more exciting for her to go down 
the hall and wake up Stan with a blow job and then fuck his brains out while 
I watched and jacked off.  But I was afraid that she would be so revolted at 
a husband who wanted to beat his meat while he watched his wife fuck and 
suck off other men, that I would end up losing her.  And for sure I didn't 
want that to happen in spite of my anger and hurt, because no matter who 
else she fucked and sucked, as Stan had said earlier, she was still the best 
cock-sucking, cum eating, piece of ass that I had ever had as well.  I could 
certainly agree with Stan Bartlett on that score for sure, and I knew that 
whatever else happened, I didn't want to lose her.

So there I was lying in the bed trying to decide what to do when after about 
10 minutes she came through the bathroom door and slowly ambled over to the 
bed while she massaged her pussy lips with one hand and tweaked her nipples 
with the other.  Her pussy and cunt were already glistening with fresh pussy 
juice which she was licking off her fingers.  She was whispering in a low 
husky voice, "I'm ready for you baby.  That was the best tasting load of 
cock sauce you ever shot into my mouth and I can feel it still coating my 
insides all over.  It's got me hot, hot, hot for your cock."

I had to hand it to her.  She really knew how to turn a man on when she 
wanted to.  Ordinarily I would have had my face buried in her pussy by now 
sucking out her cunt and licking up her pussy juices.  But this time it 
wasn't working.  As she started to pull the sheet down off my body to expose 
my still limp cock and balls, I don't know what came over me, it was like I 
was on automatic pilot and I couldn't stop myself as I looked at her 
straight in the eyes and heard my self blurting out,

"Really baby?  Do you really like my cum all that much?  I thought I heard 
you earlier last night telling Stan how much better tasting his thick cum 
was than my cum and how much bigger his cock was than mine while you were 
riding up and down on that stiff cock with it stuffed deep into your cunt 
begging him to shoot his cum in to your cunt?  So why don't you tell me 
again how much you love the taste of my cum.  Or better yet, put those 
whore's skills of yours to really good use and suck me off again .  You have 
always been a much better cock-sucker than a slutty fuck."

Christy froze like a deer in the headlights with a look of confusion and 
fear in her eyes as she stammered, "Wha.... Wha... What are you t..t...t.talking 
about honey?  You must have been having a d... d...d..delusional dream sparked 
by all that Scotch you drank last night."   I knew I had completely 
blind-sided her because she was stuttering just like she always did when she 
got confronted with something she thought was a secret.

"Give it up Christy," I said.  "I watched you, you whoring bitch!  I stood 
there in that doorway behind the partially open door and saw you in the 
reflection of the dresser mirror on the bed straddling Stan's body with his 
cock shoved deep into your cunt and watched and listened to you fuck him 
while he sucked on your tits.  You were riding up and down on his cock and 
begging him to fill your cunt with his delicious hot cock sauce and telling 
him how much you loved his monster cock filling up your cunt better than my 
small tool had ever done.  And then after he had dumped his load of cum in 
your cunt you shoved that cock into your mouth to suck out and eat all the 
residual cum still in his piss hole telling him how much you loved the taste 
and texture of his sweet cock sauce.

None of that was a drunken delusional dream you whoring slut! So don't even 
think about trying to sell that fairy tale.  I heard you tell him how much 
you wanted to fuck and suck him often again and again and gave him your cell 
phone number.  You told him that I was passed out drunk and what I didn't 
know wouldn't hurt me.  Well, you miscalculated you slut bitch.  You didn't 
count on me waking up needing to take a piss.  Afterwards I was thirsty and 
started down the stairs to the kitchen to get some ice cold water when I 
heard your moans of ecstasy coming from the guest room and went to 
investigate.  That's when I saw you fucking the bastard with all the energy 
and expertise of a professional whore.

It hurt me a lot Christy to see you performing on another man like an 
accomplished whore, but what really hurt me the most was how you made fun of 
my cock and told him how inadequate I was in bed and couldn't satisfy you 
like he did.  I now know what you really think of me you whore.  I thought 
you really loved me, but now I know you just told me what you knew I wanted 
to hear just like a good whore does when she wants her johns to keep coming 
back for her services.

I bet you really were a whore at some time before I met you.  You were a 
whore, weren't you Christy?  I hope you were paid well, because I admit that 
you really do know how to fuck and suck a hard cock. Prior experience as a 
whore would explain how you acquired that kind of talent.  How many other 
men have you fucked and sucked since we've been married?  And how many of 
them have been good friends of ours that are now laughing at me behind my 
back?  You're performance with Stan last night was just too good to have 
been just a first time isolated event."

All through my diatribe, Christy was sitting on the bed next to me quietly 
sobbing with tears rolling down her face.  When I paused she spoke softly 
and said, "Oh God darling, I'm so sorry, so sorry.  I do love you baby and I 
never meant to hurt you.  It was the booze and the excitement of winning the 
Club tournament, and it just happened.  I didn't plan it and there has never 
ever been anyone else since we married until this stupid mistake last night. 
  I have never been a whore baby, but I wasn't a virgin either when we 
married- and you know that.

I was as high and horny as I have ever been last night when I helped you to 
bed.  And when I went down to get rid of the rest of the drunks and told 
them they had to leave, they began joking and laughing and wanted to know 
why I was trying to get rid of them so fast, and so I joked back and said it 
was because I was horny as hell and couldn't wait to get back upstairs to 
jump your bones before you fell asleep.  They all got a big laugh out of 
that and said that was a very good reason and wished me luck as they quickly 
filed out to leave. All except Stan who was acting like he was falling down 
drunk.

When the door closed I thought to myself that he can't drive like that so I 
told him he could sleep it off in the guest room.  He was staggering so bad 
that I put his arm around my shoulder to help him up the stairs and as we 
started for the staircase he began fondling my tits with his free hand and 
asking me to let him satisfy my need for a hot cock.  Well I was drunk too 
and I just wanted to quickly get him upstairs and into bed so I could have 
you fuck my brains out, and so I let him have his fun thinking that he was 
just a drunk copping a harmless feel.

But on the way up the stairs he moved his hand down to my pussy and began 
massaging it, and God help me, in my horny, drunken state, it felt really 
good and I let him continue as we moved on to the guest room.  When I 
finally got him to the bed he reached out for my hand and put it on his 
crotch where I felt the biggest hardest cock that I have ever felt- and you 
knew I wasn't a virgin when we married.

Anyway, I told him thanks for the offer but that I had something waiting for 
me that was better than anything he could ever hope to offer me and told him 
to sleep it off and left for our bedroom and quickly stripped naked to jump 
your body.  But by then you were out cold, and I really did try to revive 
you by sucking on your cock, but it was no use as you were dead to the 
world.

But I was so drunk, horny, hot with sexual lust, and frustrated by then, 
that I couldn't think straight or help myself.  I couldn't stop thinking 
about Stan's huge hard cock that I had just felt. So I thought that moving 
around might help dampen my fires of passion and I decided to get up and go 
check on Stan to see if he needed a blanket or anything.

I slipped on a teddy and went to his room and as I walked in I asked him if 
I could get him anything like a blanket or a pillow and then I saw him laid 
out naked in the bed with the biggest hard cock I have ever seen sticking 
straight up in the air.  He grinned at me and said he didn't need any 
blankets but would be forever grateful if I could think of some way to help 
him get rid of that hard-on so he could get some sleep.

I felt this overwhelming compulsion to feel that monster tool and moved to 
it as in a trance and put my hand on it to feel it throbbing and the next 
thing I knew I was sucking on it for all I was worth and then before I 
realized what I was doing he had an orgasm, shooting a really massive load 
of cum down my throat.  Then before his cock started to wilt and get soft he 
pulled me down onto my back, got on top of me and spread my legs, and rammed 
his hard cock all the way into my cunt and I guess I just lost it and let 
him fuck me until I had a powerful orgasm.

After that it just became a blur of sexual frenzy.  Stan went down on my 
cunt sucking it dry and drove me to so many orgasms that I lost count, then 
he fucked me again doggie style but didn't cum in me but waited until I had 
another big orgasm and then pulled out of my cunt and shoved his cock in my 
mouth again and shot his load down my throat for a second time.

It turned out that he wasn't nearly as drunk as he had been acting because 
over the next hour or two he displayed amazing lasting power. I'm certain 
now that when he heard me joke to the rest of the folks about how horny I 
was, he saw his chance to maybe knock off a sweet piece of ass and he put on 
his falling down drunk act and caught me at my most vulnerable state of 
being extremely horny and very drunk.
Anyway, after the doggie fuck I jacked him off, he finger fucked me, ate out 
my cunt again, I sucked on his balls, he gave me another missionary fuck and 
shot another load of cum into my cunt, then he suckled my tits and finger 
fucked me again while I gave him a second hand job, he returned the favor by 
tonguing out my cunt again and we finally finished up with me riding his 
cock for another fuck and load of cum while he sucked on my tits which I 
guess is what you saw.

I didn't mean any of those things you heard me say to him.  I was just 
caught up in the sexual frenzy of the moment and just babbled away saying 
things that I knew he would want to hear and keep him excited and turned on. 
  There is nothing I can say that will make this horrible mistake right.  I 
love you with all my heart and soul darling.

I know that I have hurt you terribly and I beg you to give me a chance to 
make it up to you.  We have had a wonderful marriage with lots of love and 
respect for each other and an absolutely fantastic sex life up to now.  You 
have to know that I didn't really believe all of those things I said to him. 
  I was just stupidly stroking his ego trying to keep his cock hard for as 
long as I could.

Please, please believe me when I tell you that I really do love and respect 
you more than ever.  You are the best thing that has ever happened to me in 
my life and I will do anything to keep you.  Please give me a chance to 
prove it to you.  I can promise that it will never happen again with anyone. 
  You are the love of my life and all the man I could ever want or need. 
Please, please forgive me my darling."

Towards the end of her speech her hand had moved down onto my cock and she 
began to softly massage it trying to get it hard, but I was bound and 
determined not to let her succeed and through sheer will power resisted the 
almost overwhelming urge to allow a hard-on to develop.  I really did want 
to fuck her in the worst way, but at the same time I didn't want to fuck her 
either, and thereby give her a reason to think that everything was ok and I 
had forgiven her.  I knew down deep in my heart that I was going to 
eventually forgive her, but I wanted her to squirm and worry, and suffer for 
a period of time before I did.  So when she finished her explanation I took 
her hand and removed it from my cock and said,

"That's not going to work this time Christy.  My God, you bitching whore, do 
you really think that I feel like fucking you right now at this moment?  I 
freely admit that I'd still rather fuck you than anybody else that I could 
ever imagine.  I'm sure that I could fuck a different woman every day for 
the next 20 years and would never find anyone that could even come close to 
comparing to you.

But this isn't all about sex and fucking, Christy.  It's about trust, 
commitment, love and respect.  How do I know I can trust you?  How do I know 
that you won't jump into the sack with the next well hung man you run across 
and tell him how much better a lover he is with his big powerful cock 
compared to my pitiful inadequate attempts with my little prick that never 
satisfies you, or make a date with Stan and his monster cock that turned you 
on so much to fuck and suck him again and again?

I really do wonder how long you have been fucking other men behind my back 
telling them about how I can't satisfy you and how many of them are our 
friends that are laughing at me behind my back?

No, Christy!  I don't buy this idea that you were in an alcoholic daze 
exacerbated by uncontrollable sexual lust and didn't know what you were 
doing.   You didn't sound like you were in any so-called sexual frenzy at 
the end last night when you two were calmly discussing how much you wanted 
to fuck each other again and again and you made sure he had your cell number 
and made him promise to call you to coordinate on duplicate bridge 
tournaments where you would have a ready made opportunity to sleep with each 
other.

So just don't press me right now to think about forgiveness, OK?  I need 
some time to sort all of this out and how I feel about things going forward. 
  Maybe I'll get over it and we can put it behind us and maybe I won't and 
it won't work out. We'll just have to wait and see and give it some time.  
Now, I'm as hungry as I can be and I'm going down to the kitchen to fix 
myself something to eat."

I had slipped on my trousers and undershirt while I was talking and as I 
started toward the bedroom door, I stopped and turned to look at her and 
asked her, "Tell me truly Christy, are you still really actually horny right 
now?"

Her head snapped up and she looked at me with eagerness and replied, "I know 
it's hard to believe darling, but I can't lie to you.  Yes, I'm so damned 
horny for your body at this moment, that it's all I can do to restrain 
myself from putting my hands all over your smooth skin and begging you to 
fuck me hard and deep.  I can't help it.  I want your cock in me baby."

I shook my head in amazement and said, "Well I'm not up for it right now 
Christy.  This has really been a shock for me and I'm still sorting out my 
feelings.  But look,......" and I hesitated and paused searching for the right 
words and finally continued, "I guess down deep in my gut the truth is I 
don't really care that you ended up in bed last night with Stan.  I guess 
what really hurt me to the quick more than anything else was listening to 
you make fun of me as an inadequate lover and telling him all those 
demeaning things about me while he had his cock in your cunt.  I know we 
were all really drunk last night and maybe none of it would have happened if 
it wasn't for the booze.  I just don't know.  All I know is that I just need 
some time to sort it all out.

So listen very carefully to me now Christy."  She gave me her rapt attention 
and I said,  "If you really are as horny as you say you are and, I must say, 
as horny as you look right now, then if you want to go down the hall and 
crawl into bed with Stan and let him fuck you some more, it's all right with 
me- provided you don't humiliate me anymore by telling him lies about how 
inadequate I am, and-- this is important-- don't tell him that I know you're 
fucking him or that I said it was ok.  Just let him think that I'm still 
asleep and totally in the dark about all of this.

So if you would like to do that Christy, it's really ok with me and I'll 
just go down to the all night diner on the corner of 3rd and Forest and get 
some coffee and breakfast and read the paper for a couple of hours to give 
you two time to get it on and fuck and suck each other some more, and for 
Stan to leave after he is finished with you before I get back.  I won't come 
back until I see his rental car is gone.  It's up to you baby.  After all, 
it's just all about having pure sex with great orgasms isn't it?  It's not 
like you're madly in love with the guy or anything like that, is it?  I 
really won't mind baby as long as you don't talk any more trash about me to 
pump up his ego.  So you decide."

Her reaction was priceless as her eyes popped open wide and her mouth 
dropped open in sheer amazement.  She was speechless for about 15 seconds 
when finally she forcefully exclaimed with vigor, "Absolutely not!!!  No 
fucking way!!!"  And she jumped out of bed and put on her panties and bra 
that were laying on the floor and grabbed a robe out of her closet and said 
forcefully, "I meant what I said dammit!  Never again!  And don't you worry 
about me.  I'll get over being horny and I know how to finger fuck myself 
when I need to, and I'll wait until you feel ready to make me a whole woman 
again for as long as it takes.  Now let's go downstairs so I can cook you 
some breakfast."

That night took place almost a year and a half ago, and the reality at the 
time that I made the offer to Christy to go climb back into that bed with 
Stan so he could fuck her and she could suck his cock and eat his cum some 
more was that I desperately wanted her to accept so I could quietly lurk 
outside the door again and watch her in the mirror fucking and sucking him 
again instead of going to the diner.  But I was afraid to tell Christy how 
erotic and turned on I got watching her fuck and suck off another man for 
fear that it would disgust and repulse her to find out what a real pervert I 
was and she would despise me and leave me.

Christy, on the other hand, as I found out much later, really did want to go 
back and have another round with Stan because she really did crave the taste 
of his cum and his huge cock stretching her cunt, but she was afraid to say 
yes because she thought I was just testing the promise that she just made 
that she would never again fuck any other man but me.

Well, we're still together and things are again about as "normal" as they 
can be between us.  In fact, life for us is even more satisfying and 
exciting than it ever was before she fucked Stan that night.  But it wasn't 
easy getting to where we are now.  The irony of it all is that if we had 
both just opened up and had been completely honest with each other about how 
we both felt at the time, we could have saved a lot of time and stress and 
enjoyed a heap of  really fantastic sex.  Now we look back on those events 
and just laugh about them.

But I'm getting a little ahead of my story now.

Over the next six months after that night, Christy really worked hard to be 
very loving and solicitous of my every need.  She became more sexually 
aggressive than she had ever been before, and I received more blow jobs and 
fucks during that period than I had ever got before in any other six month 
period of our marriage.

And I for my part worked hard to be polite, friendly, and courteous with her 
in turn, but I just couldn't bring myself to be sexually aggressive.  We 
both were acting toward each other sort of like we were walking on "broken 
glass."  It wasn't normal behavior for either of us and we both knew it.

We had always been very gregarious and touching toward each other frequently 
engaging in little playful games that often turned into impromptu fucking, 
or cock sucking, or pussy eating wherever we happened to be at the moment as 
on the carpet in our entrance foyer or on the table in the kitchen, and on 
one memorable Sunday afternoon a couple of months before that Friday night 
bridge party, on our patio lounge chair by our swimming pool when we knew 
that our backyard neighbor, Steve Naylor, was "spying" on us from a second 
floor window of his house.

That really turned Christy on and she gave Steve a real "world class" 
performance of cock-sucking and fucking and I wasn't too bad with my cunt 
sucking performance either.  Christy is positive that he was beating-off 
while he watched us because she thought she could see his right shoulder 
moving back and forth in a regular motion.

Looking back on that episode now, I'm surprised that I didn't notice how 
turned on Christy got when she realized that another man was watching her 
fucking me and sucking my cock and eating my cum.  As I remember now when 
she sucked me off, she let some of my cum spray out onto to her face so that 
Steve could be certain that she was eating my cum.  That was not like her 
usual habit of always trying to swallow my whole load without letting any of 
it escape her mouth. It's obvious now that she was purposely trying to turn 
him on.

A couple of weeks later at a neighborhood Saturday afternoon barbecue I 
watched her approach Steve and his wife, Betty, and while they were 
chatting, she touched his right arm and looked him straight in the eye with 
a playful smile and knowing look and innocently asked him, "How is your 
right arm and shoulder doing Steve?  I heard a rumor that you strained or 
bruised it with too much exercise a few weeks ago."

She really caught him flat-footed as he instantly blushed all over because 
he knew that Christy had seen him watching us and knew he had been beating 
off and he mumbled a lame reply, `oh it's fine now', and shuffled his feet 
in embarrassment.  And she said, "Well, a little regular exercise is always 
good for the soul, and the body too for sure, especially the body. But just 
remember sweetie, everything in moderation.  Don't over-do it. That's the 
ticket. Isn't that right Betty?"

Betty gave Steve a funny look and said, "You didn't tell me anything about 
hurting your arm Steve.  How did that happen?" And before Steve could answer 
Christy said, "Well I'm just as hot as I can be.  I think I'll take a little 
dip to cool off. Talk to you all later." And she moved off to take a dip in 
the pool while Steve stared at her swaying, tight, shapely, ass while trying 
to think of a plausible answer for Betty.  I remember thinking to myself 
that Steve was really hot for Christy's cunt and that Christy was really a 
first class little prick tease, a side of her that I had never seen before.

Anyway, things were just too polite and correct between us and the sexual 
tension was becoming overbearing to continue much longer.  Both of us had 
never before been bashful or reluctant to initiate sex activities whenever 
we felt the need.  But after that Friday night I had pretty much stopped 
being an initiator of sex and any fucking and sucking we engaged in only 
happened whenever Christy started something.

For the first six months or so I think she accepted this state of affairs as 
a sort of penance for her adultery.  But the longer it continued the more 
frustrated I knew she was getting and I knew the situation couldn't last 
forever.

Then, in February I forgot all about Valentines Day.  It wasn't intentional. 
  V day had always been a special day for us, but I was just so preoccupied 
with worry over what was happening to our marriage that I simply failed to 
notice what day it was.

That night as we were laying in bed I heard Christy softly crying to herself 
and I foolishly asked her what was wrong without thinking about it first.  I 
say foolishly, because if I had just given it an ounce of thought, I'm sure 
I would have realized why she was crying.

She said, "How long am I going to be punished for my stupid mistake darling? 
  It's been nine months now and I can't bear it that you don't touch me 
anymore."  I replied, "What do you mean never touch you anymore?  Didn't we 
just make love the night before last when you were feeling horny?  I don't 
understand Christy."

She said, "That's right we fucked all right, but only because I wanted to.   
Did you forget this was Valentines Day?  Every Valentines Day since we 
married you've always surprised me with some outlandish new way of ravishing 
my body and making mad, passionate love to me.  I was hoping against hope 
that you would want me that way again, especially today.  When it became 
clear that you don't anymore, the disappointment just overwhelmed me.

I love you truly darling and I can't bear it that you don't love me anymore. 
  Yes, I know we still fuck from time to time but only when I start it.  You 
haven't initiated any sex with me since that Friday night and I don't think 
I can stand you not wanting me anymore."

She continued crying softly and my heart just went out to her.  I couldn't 
stand to see her so heartbroken and I knew that I had to end this state of 
tension between us or it would destroy our marriage.  So I reached over and 
pulled her in close to me and cuddled her body up against mine in my arms 
and I said,

"It's not you Christy.  Please don't cry angel.  The last thing I want in 
this world is to hurt you.  I do love you...... more than I ever did before. And 
I know you love me too.  But I'm scared Christy and I don't know what to do 
about it.

That night I watched you fucking and sucking Stan made me aware of things 
about myself that I had never been aware of before.  Things that I have been 
dying to share with you but terrified that they would disgust you if you 
knew about them and I would lose you forever.  I have been so screwed up 
inside my head for these last nine months that I seemed to have lost my sex 
drive or at least my ability to be spontaneous and aggressive in our love 
making for fear that I will let something slip out in the throes of sexual 
passion.  I haven't been punishing you baby.  I've been terrified of losing 
you."

"Oh, sweetheart." She said, "Don't you know that you could never lose me.  I 
love you with all my heart and soul and there is nothing- absolutely nothing 
that you can't tell me.  Now let's clear the air right now!  You aren't a 
secret serial rapist are you?"  I gasped and replied, "Oh God no baby.  It's 
nothing like that."  Then Christy said, "Well that's a relief, because I 
admit if you were a serial rapist that I might have had a little trouble 
dealing with that, but don't worry I could have handled even that.  Now 
you're going to tell me all about it darling.  What is this terrible thing 
that has come between us like an iron wall."

I thought to myself that I knew that this moment had to come sooner or 
later, and even though I was terrified of what the effect of what I was 
about to say to her might be, I took in a deep breath and began to bear my 
soul, "Well angel, ever since that night that I saw you fucking Stan I began 
having these intense and obsessive compulsions of wanting to watch you 
service other men, that is, to watch you fuck them, suck their cocks and eat 
their cum.  The sight of you fucking and sucking Stan with such passionate 
wild abandon was the most erotic thing I had ever seen and it turned me on 
with such intensity that I had the most powerful orgasm I have ever had 
myself as you reached the peak of your own orgasm with Stan.

I was standing there transfixed at the sight of you riding his cock with 
your back arched and head thrown back and your magnificent tits with their 
hard nipples jiggling to the rhythm of your humping, and begging him to fill 
your cunt with his hot cum when my cock got instantly hard.  The vision of 
you pumping your cunt up and down on his massive cock with your back arched 
and head thrown back and moaning in ecstasy while you cupped and massaged 
your tits and nipples in your hands was the most powerfully sexually erotic 
picture of pure sexual bliss than I could ever imagine.

I was so completely mesmerized by that erotic vision of you, riding up and 
down on Stan's cock with your cunt that I didn't even realize that I had 
reached down and was holding my hard cock in my hand.  Then at the same time 
when your orgasm started to build, the cum started boiling up out of my 
balls and I could feel it shooting up into my cock, and as you reached the 
peak of you orgasm, it came racing down my cock and shot out in a huge spray 
all over the bedroom rug."

Christy interrupted and said, "That's right!  I remember now when I got out 
of Stan's bed I remember stepping into a mess of sticky fluid that was all 
over the carpet by the bed.  That must have been your cum that I stepped in, 
but at the time I just thought it was some of Stan's cum that had 
accidentally sprayed out on the carpet from one of the many orgasms that I 
gave him that night.

I remember thinking that it was probably from one of the hand jobs I gave 
him, and was most likely the one where I had my head down between his legs 
licking the area between his ass and balls and sucking on his balls while I 
was jacking him off and wasn't very careful about where his cock was aiming 
when he started shooting off his wads of cum."

I continued with my confession, "Anyway, that was one of the most intense 
orgasms I have ever had.  It made my knees buckle and I almost fell down, 
and I wasn't even beating-off! I was just standing there holding my cock and 
it just erupted in a huge orgasm driven by the intensely erotic vision of 
you fucking Stan.  I realized then that I loved watching you fuck Stan and I 
was hoping that you were going to fuck him again.

But when you started sucking his cock and eating his cum instead, that's 
when I really knew that I was hooked on watching you have sex with other men 
and doing really depraved things to them.  But I wasn't ready to admit that 
reality to myself yet, much less to you or anyone else, because it seemed to 
me to be so abnormal and perverted that it would revolt you and drive you 
away from me.

So I pretended to be hurt and angry and called you terrible names like 
bitch, whore, and slut and accused you of having been a real whore not only 
as a smokescreen to hide from you my real desire to see you fuck other men, 
but also as much as in anger and shame at myself for having those kinds of 
feelings about you.  Ever since that instant I have been afraid to let 
myself go and surrender myself to our sexual passion when we were making 
love because I was afraid that I would blurt out my perverted obsession in 
the heat of passion.

That's all of it Christy.  The truth is the events of that night awakened in 
me a raging compulsion to want you to fuck and suck other men while I watch 
and beat my meat and shoot my cum down your throat.  It drives me wild with 
desire for your body like nothing else does."

Christy was silent for a minute when I finished and then she sighed deeply 
and said,  "Oh baby, baby, baby, you don't know how relieved I am at this 
instant and at the same time how easily I could strangle you for being so 
goofy.  There is absolutely no reason for you to be worried about anything. 
I admit you had me worried for a minute with all that talk about disgusting, 
perverted obsessions.  I was afraid you were going to confess to being 
something like a queer who would rather suck other men's cocks and fuck them 
in the ass than fuck a woman, or maybe one of those real far out freaks that 
like to fuck bitch dogs and suck off dog cocks.

But you're just a little kinky darling that's all, along with probably about 
50 to 60 percent of all the married men in this country who also harbor 
secret desires and fantasies about watching their wives fuck other men like 
whores.  And according to some pretty definitive research studies, about 35 
to 45 percent actually do get to watch their wives fuck and suck other men 
and realize their fantasies.

The overwhelming majority of these men don't really want their wives to be 
real whores and to actually sell their bodies on the street for money giving 
blow jobs in alleys and cars and fucking their johns in sleazy hotel rooms. 
What they really want is for their wives to perform sexually as if they 
really were whores and do the kinds of things to them that any real whore 
would do.  You are not a pervert darling. You are just as normal as most 
married men, so get rid of that goofy idea about having a perverted 
obsession right now.

Oh how I wish you could have told me this on that night when all of this 
started.  We can easily work on this one together angel and I have a feeling 
it's going to be a lot fun."  (Christy had graduated from George Washington 
University in Washington DC with a major in psychology.)

I replied, "I tried baby.  I really tried.  Remember that next morning when 
I was starting downstairs to get some breakfast how I stopped and turned and 
told you that it would be ok with me if you wanted to go get back in bed 
with Stan and fuck and suck him some more to satisfy your horny desires?  I 
was praying that you would say yes so I could watch some more, but mainly 
because I thought it would be a way to ease in to making you aware of my 
erotic, kinky obsession.

But you didn't say yes and I interpreted that as a signal that your night in 
the sack with Stan was indeed just a drunken mistake and that you really 
weren't interested in fucking other men. So I was afraid to bring up the 
subject again for fear of what your reaction would be."

Christy said, "Oh my God! The reason I didn't say yes was not because I 
didn't want to accept the offer you made, but because I thought you were 
testing me to see if I would honor my promise never again to fuck any other 
men but you.  Well I guess it's my turn now to unburden myself of my secrets 
as well.

The truth is that I would have loved to jump back in that bed with Stan to 
fuck and suck him some more.  But not because I had any kind of feelings for 
him or because you weren't good enough for me, but rather for just the pure 
excitement of having strange sex with a different partner and experiencing 
how much he reveled in and lusted after my body. It really turns me on to 
have other men desire to fuck me and eat my pussy. Don't you remember how 
completely turned on I got that afternoon when I knew that the fucking and 
cock-sucking I was giving you in the back yard had driven Steve to such a 
frenzy that he was frantically beating his meat?

But I would have much rather had your hard cock in my cunt making love to me 
that night instead of Stan's if you could have, but since you couldn't I 
liked the idea of sucking Stan's big cock and watching him explode with 
sheer pleasure at what my body was doing to him.  It was all about just 
plain pure, raw sex baby and it brought back memories of an earlier life 
that I had not thought about in years."

"Earlier life?", I said, "What kind of earlier life are you talking about?  
You're not a closet lesbian are you?  I mean it's really ok with me if you 
are.  I think it would be really erotic to watch you get it on with another 
woman sucking out her cunt and slurping up her pussy juices with your 
tongue!"

Christy giggled, "No sweetheart, I'm not a closet lesbian, but that doesn't 
mean that I haven't experimented a little in the past. However, that's a 
story for later.  You know that I wasn't a virgin when I married you.  But 
what you don't know is how much I wasn't a virgin."

I blurted out in excitement, "Oh boy, I bet you're about to tell me that you 
actually were a real whore before I met you. Aren't you?!  This is 
exciting!"

Christy laughed and said, "No, no, no.  I wasn't a real whore either, but I 
guess I was something closely related.  You see, I financed my way through 
the last three years of college by working as a paid escort on weekends and 
during the summers.  Technically, I wasn't a whore because 90% of my 
engagements were with lonely men, mostly out-of-town business men, some 
politicians, government executives, and the like, that just wanted a pretty 
woman for dinner and company, or maybe for some arm candy at some function.  
But almost without exception I always ended up in bed with my date for at 
least the last two or three hours, if not more, of an escort engagement for 
some good fucking and cum eating cock sucking.

Now you might think that I'm splitting hairs when I maintain that what I did 
as a paid escort was not the same as being a whore because our clients were 
buying our time as companions and not explicitly buying sex just like a 
straight up professional whore who just sells her body for straight sex with 
no other services included or promised, even though I must admit that I 
almost always ended up fucking and sucking my client sometime during an 
engagement.  But almost all of us girls who worked as escorts were young, 
beautiful, college coeds and we didn't think of ourselves as whores because 
we always felt that we always had the right or option to refuse to have sex 
with a client if we didn't want to, even though I don't know of any of us 
who ever did.  I know I never turned down a client who wanted to fuck me or 
have me suck his cock and eat his cum.

But there were some exceptions where I didn't get to fuck the client because 
the client turned out to be a queer still in the closet, and just wanted me 
as camouflage protection from being outed.  And while you might think that I 
liked those kind of engagements the best because I wouldn't have to fuck the 
queer, the truth is those were the ones I least liked because I really did 
look forward to fucking my dates.  The worst queer engagements were those 
where the queer wanted me to give him blow jobs and eat his cum but wouldn't 
fuck me or eat my cunt and so I wouldn't get to have an orgasm.  Engagements 
with queers were a real downer.

I also had an occasional engagement where the client wasn't capable of 
getting a hard on for medical reasons and couldn't fuck me and would instead 
just spend all of his time eating my cunt and having me suck on his limp 
dick.  That night when I tried to revive you by sucking on your limp dick I 
think reminded me of those times that I had not thought about for so many 
years when I was an escort girl and sucked the limp dicks of those clients 
and those memories just contributed to intensifying my sexual frenzy.

The best engagements were when my man would just want to take me straight up 
to his room for sex and I was able to suck his cock and fuck his brains out 
so thoroughly and completely that he would be totally drained and exhausted 
in three or four hours and incapable of any more sex and would let me leave 
early.   But then every now and then I would end up with a real stud who 
could keep me busy in bed with all kinds of sex for seven straight hours and 
those were the worst engagements because I was the one who ended up 
completely exhausted with a really sore cunt and pussy, and usually an 
aching jaw as well from so much cock sucking.

Now I'm sure you have probably figured out that the length of a standard 
agency booked engagement was eight hours.  However, lots of the girls would 
often extend the standard engagement into an overnight sleepover on their 
own initiative, especially whenever the man they were with really excited 
them and turned them on, and he was willing to pay her more money- all of 
which she would keep for herself.

But I never did that. The money I was making sticking to agency standard 
engagements was more than I needed and I wasn't greedy.  The standard gig 
was a whole lot safer too.  All nighters is where you could run into some 
really hairy and dangerous situations and quite a few of the girls who liked 
to take that risk for the extra money often got roughed up quite a bit on 
those overnighters.   My roommate all through college, Elsie, also became an 
escort girl after she saw how much money I was making and she used to do 
sleepovers as often as she could even though she got knocked around a lot by 
some of her customers.

Elsie is a very successful high priced, independent, call girl whore now.  
She says she loves the life and I understand why.  Those three years were an 
exciting and intoxicating time for me because I loved the effect my body had 
on men and the power it gave me over them.  And, as an added bonus, I 
learned more about all the different ways to have sex in all it's forms and 
kinkiness, that I don't think there isn't anything I haven't tried at least 
once, except for some real far out, nasty, prurient stuff which I absolutely 
refused to accommodate and would just return the clients money whenever 
that's what they wanted.

And the pay was not too bad either.  I cleared an average of about $6000 a 
month doing weekend work during the academic year and about $15000 a month 
during the summer breaks where I could work all through the week which more 
than covered my college costs.

So when I said I was a long way from being a virgin when we met, I was not 
exaggerating.  Metaphorically, that distance was about 500 to 600 cocks long 
because I estimate that's just about how many different cocks I sucked and 
fucked during those three years I was a paid escort girl.  I used to keep a 
diary of all my engagements, recording who they were with, what the booking 
reason was, and what kind of sex transpired on each of them, but I got a 
little lazy after the 500th and missed some entries now and then.  That's 
why I don't know the exact number, but I am certain that it's a lot closer 
to 600 than 500.

So when I tell you darling how much I love your cock and savor your 
delicious cum, you can truly believe me because I'm an expert and have seen 
them in all different sizes and shapes and tasted cum in all kinds of 
flavors and textures, and your eight inch love rod and sweet velvety smooth 
cock sauce falls in the top two or three best that I have ever had.

If I had not met and fallen in love with you, I suspect that I would have 
graduated from being an escort, to being a full time professional call girl 
type whore like Elsie is today.  The truth is that Elsie has tried to get me 
back in the business several times in the last few years when she had 
clients that wanted some threesomes with two whores at the same time and I 
must admit that I was tempted, but only because of the excitement and 
intoxicating feeling I get when men lust for my body.  But I didn't because 
I was afraid that if I took that "first drink", that I would want to keep 
going back for more and more just like an alcoholic.

So there it is angel- almost everything there is to know about me except the 
last and most important thing.  And that is that you need to always remember 
and believe that you are the love of my life and I thank God every day for 
bringing you to me, and I have never been with another man since our wedding 
day and have never felt the need to, except for that one stupid, drunken 
night nine months ago."

The adrenalin was coursing all through my body and I was drunk with 
excitement over what I had just heard and replied, "Christy my darling, 
that's the most exciting and erotic story I could ever have hoped to hear 
from your lips.  I'm afraid to breathe for fear that I might wake up to find 
out this was all a dream. God indeed must be smiling on both of us because 
the odds of a sexy, beautiful, accomplished, woman like you who loves 
fucking and sucking as many men as she can and a man who loves to watch his 
wife fuck and suck other men, meeting each other, falling in love, and 
marrying are so infinitesimally small as to be only possible through divine 
intervention.

There are a million things I want to ask you and know about, but I want my 
cock to be deep in the heaven of your warm, moist cunt while I do it.  You 
have never been more totally desirable to me my love than you are right now 
at this very moment.  Hurry baby, hurry!  Get on top and slide my hard cock 
deep into your magic love chamber." My cock had gotten as hard as a rock 
while she was telling me her story and it was throbbing, dying for relief.

Christy choked back a small sob and tears were streaming down her face as 
she said, "Oh Freddie darling, those are the words I have been dying to 
hear.  And these are the tears of the absolute joy and happiness I'm feeling 
to know I have finally got you back. I'm never ever going to permit anything 
to come between us again," and then she moaned and shivered with sheer 
pleasure as she slid her cunt down over my hard cock until it was deep in 
her cunt and then began to slowly start to hump her pussy up and down.

But I quickly asked her to be still and said, "No, no baby.  Don't hump it 
yet sweetie.  I don't want to cum right away if I can possibly help it. I 
just want to lay hear for a while with your body on mine and feel your soft 
beautiful tits on my chest with my hard cock deep in your magnificent hot 
cunt and just talk for a while and let my imagination run wild about the 
kind of fantastic sex life I hope is in store for us in the future.

I'm the luckiest man alive darling to have found you and have you for my 
wife.  I hope you will want to help me realize my fantasies by fucking other 
men and sucking their cocks until they cum in your mouth from time to time 
while I watch.  God I wish I could have seen you in action when you were 
fucking those 500 plus cocks!  That would have been the ultimate heaven for 
me."

Christy laughed with pleasure and said, "Boy you really are focused on a 
single track aren't you baby?  But let's not move too fast and get ahead of 
ourselves right now.  Let's savor this moment  of being together again in 
total love for each other, and yes, in total lust for each other too, 
because I have never experienced such a powerful lust for any other body in 
my life like the lust I have this instant for your beautiful body.

But don't worry sweetheart, I'm sure we're going to work something out for 
you to be able to make your fantasies become real.  Know that I now belong 
to you forever, for all eternity in every way possible.  Your desires and 
fantasies are my desires and fantasies, and if you want them to become real, 
then I'm going to move heaven and earth to help you make them real.

But right now I'm living a fantasy of my own.  It's the fantasy that I have 
had for the last nine months since that night I fucked Stan, and I was in 
total despair of it ever becoming real.  Now that it has become real beyond 
my wildest dreams, I want to make it last as long as possible and savor 
every delicious moment it lasts."

I replied, "I'm sorry baby.  You're right of course.  Please forgive me for 
being so selfish and forgetting about your needs.  I'm just so overwhelmed 
by your loving understanding and grateful for your accepting attitude of my 
kinky needs that I just lost my head for a minute.  There is no other place 
I would ever want to be than where I am right now with you in my arms and my 
cock nestled in the warm depths of your magic cunt and feeling the silky 
smooth texture of your skin under the caress of my hands.

But while we lay here enjoying being joined together, could you just tell me 
some stories about some of your most favorite or memorable engagements and 
the kinds of sex you had?  I'm dying to hear the details and that would be 
the next best thing to actually witnessing you performing your sexual magic 
on another man's cock.  Is that too much right now?"

She smiled and chuckled and said, "Of course it isn't darling.  Let me see 
now.... My most favorite or memorable engagement.... Hmmm...There were quite a 
bunch of really good ones.........Now where shall I begin.........?  I know!  How about 
if I start with the engagement I was on when we first met?"

That startled me and I said, "But honey, we first met that time we played on 
the same team at the DC Regional tournament in the Swiss team, two session, 
afternoon and evening team event.  Don't you remember? My partner was Amy 
Singletary and yours was Doris Blanchard.  Doris is one of the best female 
bridge players in the country today.  We did pretty good too, taking third 
place in a field of 45 teams.  Not bad for just a pick-up team.  You must be 
confusing some other occasion with that event.

Christy just smiled at me with a twinkle in her eye and said, "No sweetie, I 
don't think I'm at all confused about this. For sure I won't forget Doris 
Blanchard."  Then all of a sudden it hit me and I said,  "Oh shit!  You 
don't mean that Doris was your "engagement!!" Christy grinned and said, 
"That's exactly right honey.

It turns out that Doris is a flaming dyke and she called my escort agency to 
see if they had anyone available that played bridge.  Well, even though I 
had graduated about six months prior and had pretty much stopped doing 
escort work since I was then working at a real job, my profile was still on 
file at the agency and I was the only girl they had in either their active 
or inactive stables that indicated any bridge playing proficiency so they 
gave me a call and begged me to accept that gig for them.

At first I was reluctant explaining that I now had a real job and didn't 
have time for escort work anymore.  But they explained that there would be a 
lot more money in it for me than the usual gig because the client wanted 
someone for two back-to-back all day and night engagements and was paying a 
big premium for them to find someone.

I told them that I didn't do sleepovers, but that I might be willing to go 
for all day and part of the nights but didn't want to do any sleepovers.  My 
concern was not about not wanting to fuck any one. At this point I still was 
assuming that the client was a man and I certainly had no problem with 
fucking another man after the 500 or so that I had already fucked.  It was 
just that I was afraid that two sleepovers with the same guy could be a 
little more risk than I wanted to take.

But the booking agent said that the sleepovers were not negotiable.  And he 
explained how there would be an afternoon and evening bridge session each 
day and that the evening session usually finished around 10 in the evening 
after which it was the practice of all the players to get together and have 
some drinks, post-mortem the day's bridge hands and party a little.  And 
these affairs usually lasted until the wee hours of the morning often not 
breaking up until 4 or 5 am.  And then everyone would head for their rooms 
and sleep in until noon, and then get up for the next day's bridge games 
that began at 2 pm.

So he was sure that I wouldn't have anything to worry about.  Then when he 
told me that my fee for the gig would be $2000 a day I was hooked.  I said 
ok I would do it and asked what the man's name was and how old he would be.  
That's when the booking agent, Peter, dropped the real bomb and said, ` Uuh... 
Christy, the client isn't a man.  It's a woman and she is about 33 years old 
and she specifically asked for a female escort between 21 and 24.  You're 
perfect at 22.  I hope this won't be a problem for you?'

I asked Peter, `Is she a lesbian Peter?  Maybe a dyke huh?'  Peter, whose 
own sexual preferences was as a definitely gay submissive queen, replied, `I 
don't really know Christy.  She didn't say, but to be perfectly honest, I 
would say that the odds are really good that she's a dyke the way she 
insisted on a young woman between 21 and 24.  That's characteristic of 
dykes.  My experience is that dominant dykes really like them young and 
tender.  Your profile doesn't say anything about your attitude toward same 
sex gigs.  I hope this won't be a show stopper for you.'  I said, `Well, 
it's not my preference Peter.  I really prefer cocks to pussies and cunts, 
but I do have a little experience in that area and I can handle it if it 
becomes necessary.  So what's this dyke's name and where do I meet her.'

Peter gushed with relief,  `Oh thank you, thank you Christy. I know exactly 
how you feel about cocks because, as you know, my preference is for cocks 
too- especially big cocks, but we really want to keep this client.  She 
doesn't mind paying a good big premium to get what she wants.  Her name is 
Doris Blanchard and the gig is for this coming Friday and Saturday at the 
downtown Marriott in DC where the tournament is being held.  She would like 
to meet you Thursday evening about 6:00 pm in the cocktail lounge of the 
Marriott for an hour or so over drinks to get acquainted and talk over some 
bridge stuff if you wouldn't mind.  She said she will be wearing a red 
sheath dress with a white pearl necklace and she's a blond.'  I said, 
`That's fine Peter.  Tell her I'll be there.'  Peter said, `Thanks again 
very much Christy.  I think you just saved my job.  I'll make it up to you 
doll.  I'll have your check in the mail for $4000 bucks first thing in the 
morning. And Christy, please don't forget your promise to refer me to any 
bi's that you have encountered with really big cocks that would appreciate a 
really very good submissive queen.'

At this point I interrupted and said, "How much longer before we get to the 
good parts sweetie?"

Christy giggled and kissed me and replied, "Now don't you be getting 
impatient honey. This is my story and I'm enjoying the telling of it.  I'll 
be getting to the good parts soon enough and besides I know what will happen 
when I do.  You'll just get all revved up and start really pumping that 
beautiful cock of yours in and out of my cunt and in no time be filling me 
up with your hot cock sauce and then your cock will get soft and slip out of 
my cunt.  I like your cock right where it is nestled in my tight cunt and 
I'm going to keep it there where it belongs for as long as I can my darling. 
  Now you just shush and let me finish."

I laughed a little, returned her kiss and said, "Ok sweetheart.  I'll be 
good.  But be careful how you rhythmically squeeze my love rod with those 
magic flexing internal cunt muscles of yours like you've been doing for the 
last few minutes.  Too much of that will cause old Arnold (that is her pet 
name for my cock) to lose control and fire off his load before you're ready.

God, I'm really loving this baby.  I'm in heaven and I don't ever want it to 
stop."

Christy said, "I'm having a lot of fun too sweetie.  We're going to do this 
a lot more if it's up to me.  God I'm so happy to have you back in my 
heart...and back in my cunt too.  But now back to my story.

I showed up at the Marriott a couple of minutes before six and checked my 
small rollaway week-ender suitcase at the bell captains station and told him 
I would be back for it in about an hour. (He and I knew each other pretty 
good from my escort days and I had given him quite a few freebie blow jobs 
in return for his covering for me whenever I had to go straight up to a 
client's room for the start of an engagement.  The hotels really didn't like 
us to use their facilities to service our clients so their house detectives 
were always on the look-out for young, beautiful, sexy single women heading 
up in the elevators.) Anyway, I had decided to bring the suitcase because I 
had a pretty good idea what this "get acquainted" meeting was going to lead 
to and I wanted to be prepared.

I was wearing a sexy hip hugging short plain skirt and an open neck plain 
white blouse that showed plenty of cleavage.  Next I went to the ladies room 
and took off my panties and bra and put them in my purse, tweaked my nipples 
until they stood up hard, and arranged my blouse and tits so the nipples 
would show clearly where they were poking out under the blouse, dabbed on a 
last bit of lipstick, and reached under my skirt and rubbed in a little bit 
of smell-good, taste-good cunt oil down my pussy valley and all around the 
entrance to and just inside of my cunt.  Then I surveyed myself in the 
mirror, liked what I saw, and headed for the cocktail bar. I had had many, 
many engagements in this hotel when I was doing escort work, so I knew the 
territory very well.

When I got to the entrance of the cocktail bar I stopped at the entrance and 
slowly surveyed the scene.  There were three men and two bar whores sitting 
at the bar nursing their drinks, and maybe about 20 other patrons sitting in 
assorted groups at various tables scattered around the lounge.  Doris was 
sitting alone at a small table for two all the way at the back of the lounge 
next to the wall.  I had the attention of most of the people in the lounge 
who were staring at me.

I saw one of the whores at the bar nudge the other one and whisper something 
which she responded to with a head nod and a frown as she turned to look me 
over. I knew those two gals were whores because I had seen them many times 
at the Marriott trolling for johns when I was a full time escort.  The bar 
whores didn't like us escort girls because we cut heavily into their 
business and got paid a lot more for our services adding insult to injury.

I moved slowly and languidly through the room toward Doris's table conscious 
of all the eyes in the room undressing me as I moved among them.  I was 
getting just the kind of effect that I had hoped for.  When I got to Doris' 
table I stopped a little short of the table and directly opposite her, so I 
would have to lean over to shake her hand and she would have a great view of 
my tits and then I smiled, leaned over, and I stuck out my hand and said, 
"Ms Blanchard?"

She was gazing hungrily at my tits as she reached out to shake my hand and I 
could see her own tits heaving up and down as her breathing had accelerated. 
  I smiled internally to myself as I thought to myself, `I really have your 
motor running in high gear Doris you lecherous old dyke you, but it's going 
to cost you some serious dough for the pleasure of eating my sweet cunt'.

She smiled at me as she took my hand and said, `Yes, of course, and you must 
be Christy.'  I replied, `Yes ma'am, I'm Christy and I'm very happy to meet 
you.'  She said, `The pleasure is all mine my dear. Now come sit down over 
here next to me Christy, and please, no more of that `Ma'am' stuff.  My name 
is Doris and that's what I want you to call me.'

As I sat down she said, `You are an extraordinarily beautiful young woman 
Christy.  You should have seen the reaction of all the men in the room and 
most of the women too, except those two prostitutes at the bar, as they 
watched you stroll across the room to my table.'  And then she leaned over 
and gave me a knowing conspiratorial look and said, `But I rather suspect 
that you're very used to drawing out that kind of reaction from men.  It's a 
very powerful and useful weapon to have in your bag of tricks dear and don't 
be afraid to use it.  But use it judiciously and wisely.  Now let's talk a 
little bit about bridge.'

And for the next 45 minutes or so we covered the waterfront on bidding 
conventions, leads, defensive signals, play of the hand styles, etc., when 
she finally sighed, sat back, and said, `Well,... I think we will do quite 
well at the table Christy.  You have a very well developed knowledge of the 
game.  Now have you had dinner yet dear?'  I answered, `Yes, I ate before I 
came over here to meet you.'

Then she got to the point that I knew was coming and she said, `Well then, I 
have an idea Christy.  Why don't you just plan to spend the night here this 
evening.  I have a suite so there is plenty of room.  Besides, you're going 
to have to be back in the morning at 9 am anyway and then spend Friday and 
Saturday night here as well.  So what do you say dear?' I hesitated as I 
made it look like I was thinking about what to say, and Doris quickly said,  
`Don't worry honey. I know you have to earn a living and so if you have 
another engagement this evening there's another fifteen hundred in cash in 
it for you if you cancel it, and the agency doesn't have to know anything 
about why you have to cancel or the fifteen hundred, so how about it dear?'

I said, `Sure, of course I'll stay.  And Doris, I wasn't hesitating or 
worrying.  I was just stunned and surprised at your very generous offer.'  
Doris just laughed and said, `Think nothing of it dear.  I'm rolling in 
dough.  Now let's go on up to the room.' I said, `Ok, Doris. That sounds 
good. Let me collect my overnight case and make a quick call first.'

We went over to the bell captain's station and I used the phone and 
pretended to call the agency to cancel my non-existent "prior engagement".  
I actually called my own phone and talked to my answering machine. Then I 
collected my overnight case and we went up to her room.

As soon as we got there, Doris said,  `Why don't I call room service and ask 
them to send us up some finger sandwiches and some cold white wine and we 
can relax and get to know each other.  The bottom two drawers of the dresser 
over there are yours so you can unpack your case and put it over there in 
the corner while I call room service.'

After she called room service she came over to see if I had enough room and 
reached down to look at one of my negligees and said, `You have some 
beautiful things Christy, but then that's what a beautiful woman like you 
deserves.  I just can't get over how smooth and fresh your skin is,' and she 
reached out to gently run her fingers in a light caress over my cheeks, 
neck, and chest just below my chin while stroking my hair with her other 
hand and breathing heavily next to my ear.

That was my cue to do my part and I leaned my head back with my eyes 
slightly closed, lips moist and slightly parted, breathing deeply and 
started to moan and whispered, `Oh that feels so good Doris, I love your 
touch...don't stop...'  And that's all it took.  She didn't fool around anymore 
with any seduction games.  She just went straight for my tits with her mouth 
and started sucking on them as she steered me towards the bed.

In a flash we were both naked and she had me down on the bed with her face 
buried in my cunt, sucking and eating my pussy, clit, and cunt for all she 
was worth while using her hands to massage and caress my body all over - 
legs, thighs, stomach and tits.  She was really good, I have to admit.  I 
think she has the longest tongue of anyone that has ever eaten my cunt. She 
brought me to several massive orgasms and then we switched places and I did 
the same for her.

Lesbian sex has never been as satisfying to me as good old fashioned cock 
sucking and cock fucking, but those two nights with Doris were an exception. 
  She really loved the way I could reach into her cunt with my long tongue 
and hit her G spot which caused her to literally shoot out a river of cunt 
juice which I loved to suck up and eat.  When we weren't eating each others 
cunt she liked us to rub our pussies up against each other which always 
resulted in some good mutual orgasms.  I have to admit.  I really had a good 
time with Doris."

True to Christy's prediction, as soon as she began describing in detail how 
Doris and she engaged in sucking each other's cunts and lapping up pussy 
juice, my cock started throbbing and I began fucking her cunt in earnest and 
soon had a massive orgasm shooting out big loads of hot cum.  Christy 
squealed with delight and pleasure,

"Ohhh baby!!  I love it when your cock throbs like that and fills my cunt 
with your big load of hot, delicious cock sauce.  Keep pumping me hard and 
deep baby.  It feels wonderful.  Oh baby, I'm going to cum...I can feel it 
building....Ohhhh God how I love your cock.....Ohhhhhhh.... 
I'mm....cummmmiiiiiinnnnnggg!!!!!", and then she tensed up and her cunt 
squeezed down hard all over my cock and she moaned a deep, guttural, primal 
groan, "Unnnngghhhhh!", and suddenly went totally limp and collapsed on me 
with a flood of pussy juice starting to flow out of her cunt and down my 
crotch and all over my balls..

In a couple of minutes after we had recovered our senses Christy said, 
"Darling I think that was the most intense orgasm I have ever had.  I think 
we are going to have a beautiful sexual future together baby.  As much as my 
fucking and sucking other men, and it looks like eating other women as well, 
turns you on, I think I'm equally turned on by the idea of performing for 
you by fucking and sucking other men while you watch me doing it and then 
telling you about it later with your cock in my cunt.  We're going to have 
great sex with all the stories I can tell you about my life as an escort 
girl and lots of fun finding opportunities for you to watch me fuck and suck 
other men.  I think our first candidate ought to be a real easy mark to get 
things rolling and I think we ought to begin with our back yard peeping tom, 
Steve.  What do you think baby?"

Well that was four months ago and life with Christy has been fantastic- 
beyond my wildest fantasies.  As it happened, Steve Naylor, our backyard 
neighbor who beat his meat while watching Christy and I from a window in his 
home fucking in our backyard one afternoon was the first man that I got to 
watch Christy fuck and suck.  It turned out that about six weeks after that 
Valentines day night, Steve's wife, Betty, left for two weeks to visit her 
mother and Christy used the opportunity to invite him over for dinner the 
night Betty left.

Christy dolled herself up and dressed in some very revealing clothes and we 
plied Steve with wine during dinner and then we all retired to the couch to 
have after dinner drinks with a couple of joints of pot and put on a good 
soft porn flick on the TV.  We were all high and feeling good and I started 
playing with Christy's tits.  This was all part of our plan to get Steve 
horny and it worked like a charm.  He got a huge hard-on and Christy 
pretended to be sorry for him and said to me,

"Now Fred stop feeling up my tits.  It's not fair to Steve.  Look how worked 
up he's getting with that huge hard-on making a tent in his crotch, and with 
Betty gone for two weeks he can't do anything about it.  That was my cue to 
respond, "Don't worry about Steve baby.  I'm sure he remembers how to 
beat-off."  And then Christy said, "Now that's not nice Fred and you know 
it! Now be nice please."  That's when I chuckled and said, "You right 
sweetheart.  I just couldn't resist!"  Then I looked at Steve, who by now 
had this spaced out glazed look in his eyes driven by his deep lust for 
Christy, and I said, "Hey Steve, you wanna suck on Christy's tits?  Go 
ahead.  It's all right.  Christy loves to have her tits sucked."

By then Christy's tits were fully exposed as a result of my playing with 
them and Steve gave me this grateful look as he said, "Oh god yes, yes, 
yes," and buried his head into Christy's tits and started sucking on them 
for all he was worth.  Well that broke the ice and the rest of the night was 
an orgy of Christy fucking and sucking first Steve then me, then Steve and I 
both fucking Christy in her ass and cunt at the same time, and then we would 
switch positions between her cunt and ass, and then Christy would suck my 
cock while Steve fucked her cunt and vice versa.  It was fantastic.

Over the next two weeks while Betty was gone we had Steve over almost every 
night.  I couldn't get enough of watching Steve fuck her and Christy sucking 
his cock and eating his cum.  Christy had a fantastic time and said that she 
really felt liberated.  Steve said that he was going to get Betty to agree 
to some wife swapping when she got back and some group sex orgies.

It took him a couple of weeks to convince Betty to give it a try, but she 
finally agreed and after trying out a little group action with Christy and 
I, she quickly became hooked.  So for the last several months the four of us 
have a little four way orgy at least once a week.  Betty has become such a 
sex slut with a huge compulsion for eating pussy that she often comes over 
to see Christy during the day to have some lesbian sex and eat out Christy's 
cunt while Steve and I are at work.

In addition, Christy has had Stan back several times to play bridge and 
sleep over with us.  Christy enjoys taking care of the two of us at the same 
time with lots of fucking and sucking for both of us.  She also has plans to 
seduce several other of her male bridge partners and bring them over to the 
house for sleepovers so I can watch her fucking them.  I use the word seduce 
loosely, because there isn't a man alive that needs to be seduced into 
fucking Christy.  All of them lust after her body and are constantly hitting 
on her.  All she has to do is to just make it easy for them to have her.

In between time when we don't have another man or woman available for 
Christy to fuck and suck for my pleasure, she satisfies my kinky obsessions 
by telling me stories about her engagements as an escort girl while I am 
fucking her.  Kristen, I told her last week that if she wanted to take up 
Ellie's offer to do a little part time whoring with Ellie whenever one of 
Ellie's johns wanted to be serviced by two whores, that it was perfectly all 
right with me and in fact the whole idea was really exciting for me.

Today she told me that she spoke to Ellie and told Ellie to give her a call 
the next time she needed an extra whore.  Ellie said that it shouldn't be 
too long as she has several regular clients that like to be serviced by two 
whores at the same time and they are due to call soon.  I can't wait for her 
first paid fucking and sucking engagement since we have been married.  The 
anticipation is almost more than I can stand.  Christy is out shopping and 
my cock is hard as a rock and throbbing.  I just can't wait for her to 
return home.  I'm going to have to take a break to beat my meat.  Be back in 
a minute Kristen.

Back again Kristen.  That was a very satisfactory hand job.  I was so worked 
up thinking about Christy's upcoming first real gig as a whore with Ellie 
that I blew my load after just a few strokes.  Life is really perfect now 
Kristen.  I have a beautiful loving wife that loves sex in all its forms and 
loves me so much that she takes great pleasure in giving me pleasure by 
making all my fantasies come true.

I look forward to hundreds and hundreds of nights in bed listening to 
Christy describe the intimate details of the almost six hundred fucking, 
cocksucking, cum eating engagements she had as a young escort girl while my 
hard cock is buried deep in her cunt.  There is enough materiel there to 
last ten years Kristen.

I hope your readers will enjoy mine and Christy's story and it will 
encourage them to stretch their sexual horizons and experiences to make 
their fantasies come alive.  They will never regret it!!

Yours in sexual ecstasy,

MuffDiver

Please direct comments to MuffDiver at
< h.landers1961@hotmail.com >.

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This story was originally posted on the ASSTR Kristen Archives, Directory 
46.

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