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Z and I had been married for about three years and had sort of stumbled onto the
fact that talking about having other men fuck her while we were making love was
a big turn-on for both of us. She had done some flashing for strangers at my
request from our very first date, and a little more than flashing on a few
occasions, letting someone we didn't know touch her tits, even allowing them to
put their fingers inside her vagina. And then we found out it was fun to have
her flirt with people we knew, brushing her tits against them, letting them see
down her blouse or up her dress, even letting them know, by a look, that we knew
we had seen them do it, so that they would know she was doing it on purpose.
This had all started with her being obviously aroused and us having a great
session in bed after we had been out with other couples where there was a little
friendly flirting going on. It was always the playful kind of thing you do among
friends, not serious, but real.

One night while I was fucking her I mentioned that a relatively new friend, Tom,
who was a contractor doing some work on an extensive renovation of an old
Victorian we had bought, had been coming on to her a little more than usual. She
surprised me by saying out loud what I was thinking – "I know. I think he wants
to fuck me."

I was instantly hot, and followed up by asking, "Would you want to do it?"

She wiggled off the hook with, "He really wants it and that's flattering." But
she hadn't denied that she would want to, and I found myself very aroused by
that, my cock stiffening even more.

I was surprised at my own reaction, but I was also nearly ready to explode with
the thought of her opening up her legs for Tom, and I could feel myself getting
ready to cum in her, so I pressed on, asking, "You do want to do it, don't you?"

"Would you want me to?" She was lifting her hips to meet my thrusts, and she was
suddenly as slippery as I had felt her in a while, obviously liking the fantasy.

"Yes, I'd like you to do it. Would you?"

"I want to," she gasped, and as she said it she came as hard as she ever had. I
was about three strokes behind, pumping a huge load into her. As soon as we had
caught our breath and I had rolled off and spooned her, she pulled the plug, "It
was just a fantasy, you know."

"You came pretty hard for it, though."

She didn't say anything.

That was it for a couple of weeks, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. Every
time we made love I thought of it but didn't want to bring it up because I
didn't know what her reaction would be and didn't want to press her too far, too
fast, because I really knew now that I wanted to have her take another man, and
to watch it happen.

A couple of weeks later we were again out with our usual group, and I made sure
to invite Tom, who was still working on our house. Having seen him look at Z as
he went about his contracting duties, I was pretty sure he wanted her. At this
outing, once again, Tom's attentions amounted to a little more than the usual
casual flirting. And I noticed that Z was allowing a little more of it, being a
little more explicit in her replies and responses, although still relaxed – not
explicit enough to arouse much attention from the others, although I noticed the
difference – a little more tension, a touch more acceptance, more slightly
nervous laughter.

About half way through the evening I caught her looking over at me and then
glancing away right after she had been looking at Tom, talking and laughing with
him. She did it again a few minutes later, and this time I thought she looked a
little flushed, like she does when she's hot for sex. A little later Tom asked
her to dance – no big thing in this group – and they were gone for three
numbers. I caught glimpses of them on the floor, and there was nothing out of
the ordinary that was too obvious, but maybe his hands were on her waist a half
a second too long and a couple of inches too high, so that his wrists grazed the
undersides of her breasts, on some of the turns. I thought he might have brushed
her bottom once or twice, too. No big deal; we were all friends. But when she
got back to the table I saw the unmistakable signs of arousal: slightly reddened
cheeks, flushed chest above the top of her blouse, a little more laughter than
usual, and a couple of furtive sidelong gla
nces at me.

But that was it. Nothing more happened. We went home and got into bed. It was
very late, later than usual, maybe 2:00 AM before we turned out the light, and
usually she fades after midnight, so I'm used to having her fall asleep without
sex, even after being at a club, if we're out that long, so I just snuggled her.
After a minute or two, she rolled on her back and sort of did a little jerk – a
shake, a kind of silent pout. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "Aren't
you interested tonight?"

Of course I was, and immediately slid down and separated her legs to lick her
opening, her favorite beginning. I was shocked at how wet she was, how good her
cunt smelled with all her juices running, how slippery she was as I put my
fingers up inside her. She was even more into the licking than usual, and a
little noisier about it. I suspected that her heightened state of arousal was
due at least in part to the time dancing and flirting with Tom, of course, but
instead of jealousy I found myself unbelievably aroused.

I slid up over her on the bed and positioned my cock at the opening of her
vagina, rubbing her clitoris with the bulb. She moaned, tossed her head to the
side and back, eyes closed, and pulled her legs back by putting her arms inside
her knees and holding herself open.

"You want it, don't you?" I asked as I rubbed the tip of my member on her gaping
hole, which was so wet I could feel her juices running down her inner thighs and
into her anus.

"Yes." Her head tossed again side to side and she humped up a little trying to
invaginate herself. "Put it in."

"Not yet." I wanted her to ache for it – I had an idea. She tossed her head
again and exhaled hard, bucking her hips up a little as if to protest. I pulled
back and she shook a little in frustration. I rubbed the entire underside of my
shaft from tip to base up along her spread-open labia and along her clitoris.

"Oh, God," she moaned. It was involuntary. She wanted it in – she was as hot as
I'd ever seen her, and I was ready for it, but I also knew she was hot because
of Tom as much as me. And that made me both a little jealous and horribly
aroused; it was a delicious and confusing mixture of emotions.

"You want it in you?" I asked again.

"Yes, put it in," she said, a little more insistently. I poised the tip of my
cock right at her opening, and she made a little moan and lifted her hips,
almost imperceptibly, to take the stroke, but again I changed the angle so that
instead of plunging it into her cunt I slid it up along her slippery parted lips
and over her pink button, which was engorged and protruding enough for me to
feel it. She groaned, half in desire, half in frustration, and made a little
involuntary shudder. She was ready.

"I'll put it in if you'll answer one question for me. And you have to be
completely honest. OK?"

"OK. What?" Her question had been a bark; she was writhing under me now, over
the edge, not just wanting it, but needing it, and she was impatient to be
fucked...

"You have to answer without thinking about it. If you hesitate for an instant
we're done for the night and you don't get to cum." As if I could have done that
– I was about to shoot my load as it was. But she was over the top by now, and I
was pretty sure she would answer anything I asked her, and do it truthfully,
without thinking, just to get my cock inside her. Or maybe any cock. "You'll
tell the truth, no matter what I ask?"

"Yes! What is it? Put it in me!" She sounded almost desperate, and her body said
that too – she was as hot as I had ever felt her, sopping wet between her legs,
out of control, lifting her hips plaintively to be filled.

"You ready?" I poised the bulb of my cock over the entrance to her vagina again,
holding it with my hand so she couldn't thrust her hips up and swallow it, but
this time I let just part of the crown separate her labia and I rocked her a
little by letting her feel the whole corolla start to penetrate, before backing
off. She was wild for it, thrashing, bucking, unable to control her body.

"Yes! Fuck me! Please fuck me!"

"Ready for your question?"

"Yeees. What is it?" She drew out the 'Yes'; it wasn't an answer, it was a plea
– she was aching for it now.

"Answer instantly?"

"Yeees."

"You want to be fucked now?"

"Yeees!"

"You want a cock in you?"

"Yeees!"

"You want Tom's cock in you?"

"Yeees!"

A jolt surged through me – I wasn't entirely sure she had heard and understood
the question, but if she had I might have what I wanted. I put the tip of my
penis against her vaginal opening and started to slide it in, but again tipped
it so the stroke was external, sliding along her sopping slit, her clitoris a
hard, wet bump. She bucked and writhed in obvious frustration and desire.

"You said you'd put it in." It was an almost desperate complaint, and she rolled
her hips trying to catch the tip of my cock inside the folds of her labia so she
could drive up on my shaft herself, but I took my penis in my hand again to
guard against her getting it in.

"You said you wanted to let Tom fuck you. Is that it? Do you want Tom to fuck
you instead of me? Is that what you're thinking about? Is it Tom's cock you want
inside you?"

"Yeees." She was breathless.

"You want Tom to fuck you? You were thinking about him?

"Yeees. I can't help it." I could tell she was telling the truth. "I was so hot
for it tonight, and I think he wants me."

"Yes, I think so, too. You want to do it?" She was bucking under me so hard now
that my penis was sliding along her clitoris every time she lifted her hips, and
I was afraid she'd cum and I'd lose the hold I had over her, so I pulled back
all the way and positioned the tip of my cock right at the opening of her
vagina, and matched her strokes, pulling back every time she thrust up so that
she couldn't get it in, and I held her wrists over her head so she could reach
down and do it herself. "I think I want you to fuck Tom – it’s great that you
get this hot for it. Will you?"

"If you want me to." She had accepted it so easily.

"I do. Will you do it?"

"Yes, I'll do it." She bucked again.

"When?"

"Whenever you want me to." Gasping now, she continued to grind her hips up,
sensing that now that her secret was out she would get what she needed.

And with that I put the crown of my penis at her sopping gate and gave her the
whole shaft of my cock in one stroke, all the way to the bottom of her cunt. She
rose up to take it with a tremulous moan, desire mixed with relief. I pounded
her cunt as hard as I ever had, and she reciprocated, slamming her cunt up to
meet each stroke, splaying her legs open to give me maximum penetration, her
soft, undulating whimpering telling me all I needed to know about her heightened
state of arousal.

"I'm going to ask him to fuck you next weekend, and I'm going to watch you do
it. You'll be a good slut and spread yourself wide open for him, won't you?"

"Yes!"

She hadn’t hesitated this time. "When I tell you to open yourself for it you
give him the whole thing instantly, look him in the eye and show him wet pink –
no being coy. Take his cock inside your cunt and let him fuck you. Do a good
job, be a good slut for him, and for me."

"I will." It was a hoarse whisper. She was bucking and thrusting, thrashing and
tossing.

"And you'll cum for him, won't you? A big one, so he knows you want it."

"Yeees!" And with that she heaved her hips up and exploded in a huge orgasm. In
reply to her thrust, my cock unloaded inside her with the biggest stream I had
ever spent, pulsing over and over as my semen shot into her womb.

When it was over, as I cuddled her, I whispered to her, "I'm going to do it, you
know, make you fuck Tom. You want to and we both know it. And I want to see you
do it. Are you going to do it when I tell you to?"

"If you want me to."

"I do."

"OK, I will, then. I promise." They were her last words as she fell asleep.

The next morning we said nothing about it, but that evening I broached it again,
saying, "You ready for the thing with Tom on Saturday?

"Are you sure you really want this, Larson? It's a nice fantasy, but I'm not
sure I would really like it. Or that you would." I found myself really
disappointed in her answer, and frustrated, realizing now how much I wanted to
see another man fuck her.

"OK," I replied. "We'll see then." I didn't want to press too hard because I
didn't want to scare her off, but I really craved the kind of sexual passion she
had displayed the previous night and I was determined to see it happen.

I mentioned it only a couple of other times during the week, once very casually
while I was fucking her, but was a little worried about pressing it. What I
noticed is that her cunt really got wet as soon as I started talking about her
having to open her legs for Tom someday, and she came almost instantly when I
did. I wondered if she was feeling my dick or thinking about his.

Finally Saturday arrived. We had made plans to go out again, and Z had made the
arrangements. I was interested that she had chosen to go to dinner and a jazz
club with a group we knew, and she had heard me when I had casually invited Tom
on Wednesday, when I deliberately got home a little early so he would still be
working at the house. Her choice of the place suggested that she was hoping
something would happen – it was a kind of funky blues joint. At least that's
what I hoped. And I knew I would try to find a way to get her to fuck Tom that
night if I could. I just didn't know how.

On the way to dinner I introduced the topic again. "You were sure hot for it
last Saturday while we were fucking, while we were talking about Tom."

"It was nice," was all she said. But that was an understatement; we had both had
the biggest orgasms of our time together – of our lives – in a hot session after
the night out with the group, after her dancing with Tom, after our fantasy
about letting Tom fuck her.

She didn't look at me as the car moved through traffic, but just stared out the
window. She shifted her legs, crossing her left over her right and tugging down
on her skirt. She had dressed nicely, in a skirt and blouse, rather than in the
blue jeans and shirt we usually wore to these get-togethers with the group. I
had also noticed that she had put on a camisole instead of a bra, and it showed,
since you could just see the outline of her nipples under the silk blouse, and
her breasts jiggled just a little. She isn't very big – 34B – but she has nice
tits and it was great to see them move under her blouse. And both the camisole
and the blouse were a little loose at the top – if she leaned forward you could
see all the way to her nipples, and I had seen as I had held the car door for
her that they were erect, and not because of the temperature – it was warm out.

I had also seen her put on her garter belt and stockings instead of panty hose,
something she did for me when we were going to have a hot night, and she had put
on her loose-fitting red silk tap pants over her garter belt instead of wearing
regular panties. She looked nice under her skirt. She had on heels too. She was
a drop-dead knockout, dressed to the nines and cock bait for sure – not slutty,
but definitely looking on the make. She wasn't acting like she was hot for me
right now, though; she wasn't talking and looked determinedly out the window.

"Tom will be there again tonight," I offered, trying to steer the conversation
toward what I was hoping for, I wanted to know if she would do it, or else learn
unambiguously that it wasn't going to happen tonight – either way I'd know how
to act. No answer. But I could see her nipples were still hard. Was she a little
flushed? I let it go.

When we got there the usual group had already arrived, and Tom was there. There
were eight of them, and they waved us over to the two tables they had pulled
together. The band was just setting up and we sat down to order drinks and
dinner. Tom was across the table from us, one person to Z's right. I was on Z's
left. She said hello to him, but then started a conversation with one of the
women across from me. She ignored Tom entirely. Too much, I thought; she was
trying too hard. It was the first sign that she might go for it. The band
started to warm up. Tom didn't know the others well, but was talking to the
woman on his left. But he would occasionally glance sideways at Z. I wasn't sure
Z would do it, but I was certain Tom wanted it. Men know it when another guy is
attracted to their wife.

It took a while, but after dinner and a couple of drinks, and a little over an
hour and a half, there was a break in the set and conversation picked up. Z
still didn't talk to Tom, or even look over at him. A couple of the women got up
to go to the bathroom and Z went with them. Three of the guys went to the bar
for another round of drinks for everybody, and Bill and his wife went to check
with their baby-sitter. Tom and I were alone at the table. I had to decide what
I was going to do.

"Do you like Z?" I asked him pointedly.

"Of course. She's great. A lot of fun." Had he answered a little too fast? Was
he a little flustered?

"That's not what I mean. Do you like the way she looks? Does she do anything for
you?" Tom rocked back a little in his chair and looked wary.

"Yeah, she's a knockout. You know that. Classy lady." He looked right at me.
Wanted to make it look like he'd never had an impure thought about her; too
deliberate. He wanted her.

"You should see her in bed," I offered.

"I bet," he laughed, and then thought better of it: "Although we won't go
there!" His laugh was supposed to be casual, but it was a little too forced, a
tad too nervous. He picked up his beer to take a gulp, but it was empty. He put
it down and stared at it.

"Why not go there?" I asked. "Don't tell me you've never thought of having Z in
bed."

"Whoa! Not me. Not something I think about," but he had definitely blanched. And
he tried to take another drink from his empty glass. Nervous for sure.

"I doubt if that's true, Tom, and I'm not sure I'd be happy about it if it were.
Are you telling me you've never thought about fucking Z?" I had said the word.
He couldn't misunderstand what we were talking about now.

Tom jolted back in his chair, clearly flustered now. "Well, sure, I guess," he
stammered, "Sure, in the theoretical, fantasy kind of way, sure, sure, I guess
so. She's a hot lady, anyone would want her. Like her, I mean. No offense, of
course, and I'd never hit on her, but, sure, she's a looker, and smart and funny
and interesting; I might have daydreamed it, maybe. But I'd never even think
about it for real, of course." He paused. "You really are something. Don't hurt
a guy." He tried to make it sound funny, like a joke, but it was a nervous joke.

I smiled at him. I didn't want to spook him. He relaxed a little. I picked up my
beer and gestured toward Tom as if offering a toast. "To liking Z," I said, and
laughed.

He had no choice, of course, except to raise his glass and answer, "To Z." But
his was still empty – he had forgotten – and he was flustered again.

"How about we make it something other than a daydream?" I said as we put our
glasses down. I could just barely back out now if I laughed, if I made it a
joke. I looked up at Tom and held the gaze. I made my decision. "How about I
invite you over to our house after this to fuck her?"

He slammed back in his chair this time. "What are you talking about? I'd never
do that. You gotta be kidding! Jeez! What would Z say if she heard you say that?
No way, man!"

"Well, I already know that Z wants to let you fuck her. We talked about it all
week."

Now it was out; no matter what happened next I had said it to Tom. He sat there
with a stunned and dumbfounded look on his face, mouth open, but he didn't say
anything, couldn't say anything. "I know you want to fuck her," I continued. I
might as well do it now. "She wants you to fuck her. And I'd like to have you
fuck her. She will let you if I set it up, if I arrange it. I want you to do it.
Really. And I want to watch you do it to her."

Nothing from Tom. His face was frozen in utter shock; he didn't move. I saw the
guys coming back from getting the drinks carrying several each, and the couple
with the baby-sitter was on the move from the phone. Before everyone reached the
table I had to close this out, lock it down, do something to create the next
step. "Stick around late with us tonight. No pressure. No commitments. I don't
even know if she'll do it when it's for real instead of a hot fantasy, but it
won't hurt you any. If you stay, you might get to fuck Z. I certainly won't
mind." And with that I got up to go to the bathroom, just as people started
sitting down at the table. The women weren't back yet from the bathroom.

I passed the three of them, including Z, just as they came out of the ladies'
room, and Z looked up at me, a quizzical expression on her face; I smiled at
her. I went into a stall in the bathroom, even though I just had to piss, just
to think. I was so hot my cock was about to bust out of my pants, and I adjusted
it so it didn't bind and pinch. Even just handling it made me realize how close
to cumming I was and I thought about jerking myself off right there, but didn't;
there might be more tonight and I wanted to keep myself at the edge. I needed to
communicate privately with Z, to see if I could push her over the edge to do it.
I took out a business card from my wallet – it was all I had to write on – and
wrote a note on the back of it: "I asked Tom if he wanted to fuck you. I told
him you want to fuck him, and that I want him to. He wants to do it. He'll stay
late with us. Let's make it happen. We both want it."

When I got back to the table the women had returned. Tom was still in shock, but
had recovered enough to be in the conversation. And Z was talking to him – small
talk, nothing overt. Tom was really keyed up, I could tell. He looked up at me
as I approached the table and then glanced over at Z. It was involuntary – he
couldn't help himself. As he realized that he had looked over at her, he blushed
and turned away, then looked down, then up at me quickly, then down at his beer.
He took a sip, and his hand was shaking. At least he had something in his glass
this time. Out of control. I just smiled and nodded at him when he looked up
again.

As I sat down next to Z I kissed her on the neck from behind, and after I had
pulled my chair in I took her left wrist in my right hand and brought it over to
my lap, where I slid my hand up to open hers. Gently I pressed the business card
with my note on it into her hand and closed her fingers over it. I held it there
with the card in it for a second while I leaned over to her and whispered in her
ear, "I told Tom you wanted to do it. Read the note when you can." She looked
over at me, not quite knowing whether or not to believe me. I couldn't tell
whether she was mad at the thought I might have done it or excited by the hope I
had. From the look on her face, probably both. She glanced down, then up. She
took her hand away and looked the other direction. I caught her glancing over at
Tom, maybe looking for some clue as to whether or not it was true. Then down
again. But she didn't blush, and she seemed a lot less nervous than Tom did. A
few minutes later she excused herself
and wandered back toward the ladies room again; I knew she had slipped away to
be able to read the note.

Tom looked up at me. I smiled and nodded slightly, and said in his direction,
out loud, "We'll know soon." Tom's face turned red. Everyone else looked at me,
then at him. I nodded toward the band, which was about to start up again. "We'll
know whether they're really any good – the second set has their original
material. Tom was telling me how much he liked their stuff." People went back to
their conversations, but a couple of them glanced at Tom as they did, and he was
clearly uncomfortable. The band saved him – they started to play an up-tempo
jazz number. Z came back to the table and sat down.

She leaned in to whisper to me, "Did you really do this?" She sounded mad, but
there was no way out now. I didn't answer, but nodded and glanced over at Tom. Z
turned to look at him, and his eyes were on us. He flushed visibly and fidgeted
in his seat. Z turned back to me, again whispering, "Are you sure you want
this?" I looked at her steadily and nodded yes. She didn't say anything. She
didn't blink.

Z turned back to the table and soon thereafter started an animated conversation
with Tom. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. She had seemed to be mad all
evening, but as it wore on it appeared that she was having a good time again.
Eventually there were only five of us left and the last couple excused
themselves around 12:30. Now it was just the three of us. Tom was still with us;
he was going to do it. If Z would.

There was an awkward silence after we had said goodbye to our other friends and
watched them walk out the door. We all turned back to the table. Z looked down;
Tom looked at Z. I watched Tom.

"I think we all know what's going on here," I offered. I've talked to you both
about this and know you both want it. I'm the only one who could object, and I
don't. I want it as much as you do." No reply from either of them, but now they
both knew it was true, that I had talked to them both about their fucking, and
they both knew that what I had said about each of them wanting it was true. "How
about we head back to our house and do this?" I asked.

"Are you sure you want this to happen?" Z asked, turning away from Tom, toward
me.

"We really don't need to do this, guys," Tom interrupted. "I'd love to, of
course, but I won't ever say anything if either of you wants to call this off –
it's probably not really a good idea," Tom volunteered. He was talking to me.
And then to Z, "If you don't like this idea I'm outta here; no harm done."

"Be quiet, Tom," Z ordered, shooting him a look. It sounded like she didn't want
to let Tom off the hook. "Larson was telling the truth – I told him I wanted
sleep with you, and I do, and now you know that, but I don't want to lose my
marriage over it."

"Guys, we all three know that now that it's out in the open you're going to fuck
each other." Hearing me say the word, 'fuck' jolted them both. No euphemisms any
more, no ambiguity at all about what we all were thinking. "You probably would
have anyway, eventually, and now it's certain. You can't both know the other is
willing to do it and then not follow through. If you do it behind my back it's
bound to be destructive. If you do it this way I'm in on it – it's hot. I want
you to do it, and I want to see it."

Z looked up at Tom and the two held the gaze for a long moment. And then Z broke
the tension by smiling at Tom. "OK, let's go if you're interested, Tom.' She had
made her decision. Tom nodded. We paid the check and headed for the parking lot.

As I was holding the door for Z to get into the car, Tom was a few cars away in
the next row, and I shouted over at him, "See you at our house in a few minutes.
Don't be long."

"Oh, I don't think so, Larson. Not if there's a chance Z is going to do this.
Keep her warm for me." Tom had made his decision, too.

I closed the door behind Z and walked around to get in the driver's side and
started the car. "It's called cuckolding," Z said as the car came to life. I had
heard of cuckolding – I had read about it in Chaucer's Canterbury Tales – The
Wife of Bath – in college. I remembered it being vaguely exciting even then.
Where was she going with this?

"If we do this you'll be a cuckold for the rest of your life," Z continued.
"Another man will have fucked me, will have fucked your wife. You can never have
it back once someone else has been inside me. I admit I've been hot for it, but
I won't do this if it bothers you." I heard her, but I wasn't so sure. I was
thinking it was too late already.

"I know," I answered. "I can't believe I want this, but it's amazingly hot and I
do. If you do. I don't want to lose my wife over it either. I want it if you
want to do it, and if it won't ruin what we have."

"You have to tell me you want it at least as much as I do," she offered. "I'm
not going to have you regret it tomorrow, or ever."

"Well, do you want to do it, Z? You seem to be really hot for him. You admitted
you wanted to fuck him. Can you really tell me you won't fuck him anyway, even
if I change my mind now?"

Z was thoughtful for a moment. She had always been honest with me, and it was
part of what I loved about her. I knew she would be truthful now. All the
posturing was over – neither of us was nervous any more. Aroused, horny, hot,
but not nervous. We both knew what we knew. "I can promise you that I wouldn't
start it, that I won't try to seduce him. So if he leaves me alone, yes, I can
promise that I won't fuck him. But I have to tell you that if he makes a pass at
me and asks me to fuck him, I'm pretty sure I would let him; I wouldn't be able
to say no."

"Pretty sure?" I asked. I wasn't hedging. I just didn't want her to back down,
and I probably wouldn't have believed she could have, but I did want to hear her
say it.

"OK, I'm sure, Larson. Even if we back out of it tonight, I'm going to fuck him
if he asks me to." There was no hesitation now. "It's just about certain now.
You've told him I want to fuck him, and that's true. And he wants to fuck me or
he wouldn't have decided to go home with us. So he's going to try now, if not
tonight, some other day this week at the house, when we're there alone. And when
he does I'm going to let him take me. I hope this is what you want, because I do
want him to fuck me. You've sort of set this up, you know, by making him aware
that I was hot for him. And now I know I want to do it, that I will do it, and I
hope you want me to now, because it's going to happen. Your only choices are
whether it happens tonight or tomorrow, and whether or not you get to see it."

"I want you to fuck him tonight, Z, in front of me. If I get to watch you do it
I'll be part of it. I just want you to love me while you're fucking him, to
think about me and fuck him for me."

Z was silent for a moment. "I love you, Larson. And I don't love Tom. I won't
ever fall in love with him. But I want to fuck Tom. And tonight I want to fuck
him more than I want to fuck you. If we do it tonight you can be there to watch,
but you need to know that I'll be thinking about him fucking me, of his cock
inside me, and I'll cum for him, too, not for you. I'll still love you
afterwards, but when he's inside me I'm really going to belong to him, not you,
and my cunt will be his cunt. You won't really be a part of it while he's inside
me, except to watch. I'm willing to talk to you about it afterwards, to tell you
the truth about how it felt, how I felt, and I already know that will hurt you,
because I want him inside me so unbelievably much, more than I've ever wanted
anything, more than I've ever wanted you inside me. I can't help myself. Will
you be OK with seeing that?"

"I think so," I answered. "It's what I hoped to hear; it's what I want."

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek – it was the first really
affectionate thing she had done to me that whole evening. "I said I'd do it for
you. But it’s really going to be for me, and, even more, I'm going to do it for
Tom. I admit I'm very aroused that he wants to fuck me, and that makes me hot,
hotter than I've ever been. I guess since we’re married you deserve to get to
watch me do it, so I'm going to let you. You can stay with us, but please don't
interrupt, and no whimpering about it once he's inside me. If you're going to
decide you don't want to see it happen, decide it soon, or just leave the room.
If you chicken out now, I'm going to tell Tom, in front of you, that he can fuck
me later this week at the house when you're not there, so it's done now, OK?
There’s no way out of this now, no turning back. You don't have to watch, but
you do have to know now that I'm going to do just what we’ve talked about, open
up for him and be his slut. I'm going to cum for h
im, not for you. Do you understand? Whenever I do this, and I'm going to do it
more than once, I'm his cunt until he's done. Unless he decides he doesn't want
to fuck me this is going to happen tonight, and I think I can make him want to
do it, don't you?"

I nodded. I was pretty sure there was no stopping it now, not tonight, not ever.
I wasn't a cuckold yet, but I knew I would be now, one way or the other, and I
felt it between my legs.

When we got to the house, Tom pulled up right behind us; we all got out and went
inside. "Anybody want a drink?" I asked.

"I don't think that's what we're thinking about right now, any of us, is it
Tom?" Z answered. Tom shook his head. "Let's go upstairs to the bedroom." We
followed Z as she climbed the staircase. She went into the bedroom and stood at
the foot of the bed, hands on her hips and legs shoulder width apart and faced
us as Tom and I came into the room.

"If you want this to happen in front of you, Larson, maybe you better show both
me and Tom." I looked at her not knowing quite what she meant, but she glanced
down toward her skirt and made a barely perceptible thrust forward with her
hips.

I figured it out. I went over to her, squatted down at her feet and took the hem
of her skirt in both hands. I gazed up at her, looking for confirmation that I
had understood her, and she cocked her head as if to say, "Well?" and then she
looked at Tom. I looked over my shoulder at him and saw that he was rapt, cock
bulging in his pants. I stood up and took Z's skirt with me, raising it over her
hips in one movement. She took the gathered material from me in her hands and
pulled it on top of her hips. Her nostrils flared, and her throat and the part
of her chest that were visible reddened. She adjusted her stance slightly to
spread her legs apart a few more inches and pushed her hips out in a provocative
pose. We stood there for what seemed like forever but must have been only a
couple of seconds. I put my hand on her left nipple and pinched it a little
through her blouse and camisole. She exhaled sharply but kept her gaze steadily
on Tom.

"Let him do that if he wants to," she said. I beckoned to Tom and he stepped
forward to put his hand on her breasts to fondle them through the soft material.
It was electric. This was no accidental brush – I had just watched another man
feel my wife's tits. In front of me. At her invitation. My cock was ready to
explode.

Now Z turned her head and looked right at me. "If you want to watch this, sit
down." I did. "And Tom, put your fingers up inside me and do this. I'm doing my
part." She was. She was doing what I had asked for and it was up to Tom to do
the rest. Tom didn't need to be asked again. He squatted down in front of Z and
in one motion his hand was up the leg of her loose-fitting tap pants. I could
hear the liquid sound as his fingers entered her vaginal opening. "Unnhhhh," she
moaned softly. It had started. Z was doing it. Tom was going to do it. My wife
was going to let another man fuck her in front of me. I thought again of the
word she had used: she was going to make me a cuckold.

Tom fingered her vagina softly, his fingers making a light sliding sound as they
went in and out of her parted labia. Z moved her feet a little further apart and
squatted a tiny bit to give him better access. Now she was thrusting her hips
forward slightly with each stroke of his hand to help him penetrate her. Her
head went down on her chest and she let out a low moan, rocking with each gentle
movement he made. Tom took his fingers out of her and put them up to his nose,
sniffing the scent of her sex into his nostrils, and then to his lips, licking
her wetness off his fingers. Z took the opportunity of the interruption of his
ministrations to her cunt to reach down and strip off her blouse and camisole.
She was standing in front of both of us with her tits exposed, her nipples
erect. Tom looked up at them and that was enough for him to take her red silk
tap pants and pull them down over her hips to the floor.

Z stepped out of the lingerie Tom had removed. She was nude now except for her
red garter belt and black stocking and heels, hips thrust forward to display to
Tom her downy brown pubic hair, the moisture from her pussy dripping down her
inner thighs. She was the picture of everyone's favorite kinky pose. Z was
always wet when we made love, but she was positively dripping now. She looked
over at me, "Is this what you want?" she asked. She didn't see me nod my assent
because Tom had stood up and had taken her in his arms and was kissing her.

"It's sure what I want," he said. He looked back at me. "Thanks for letting me
fuck your wife." And then to Z, "Be a good girl, Z, and open up. I really want
to do this." Z responded by opening her mouth for his tongue, giving him hers,
arching her back.

"Me too," she said when he paused for a second, "I want to do it, too," and then
opened for his tongue again. Tom fondled her tit as he frenched her deeply,
pinching her nipple, and it evoked the response I was used to, the soft moan,
the open acceptance. In a minute Tom reached down and unbuckled his pants. Z
sensed it and dropped down on one knee, finished the job of undoing his belt,
and wasted no time in hauling down his pants and underwear as Tom kicked off his
shoes. His cock sprang out in front at full mast. His cock was about the same
size as mine, and he was as hard as I was at that moment. The head of his penis
oozed clear, sticky, lubricating precum. She looked up at me from her vantage
point down by his penis, and held my gaze as she licked up the sweet discharge
on the end of his cock and then closed her eyes and took his whole member in her
mouth as far as it would go.

She didn't ask, and there was no teasing, just as she had promised. She was
giving him the kind of blowjob she had given me so many times, licking and
sucking with abandon, and I could see Tom was ready to go off. Z always
swallowed when I came in her mouth, and I was starting to say something to her
to warn her that Tom's cock was unsheathed when I remembered her admonition not
to interrupt them. But I need not have worried about him cumming in her mouth
because she sucked him for only a couple of minutes before it was too much for
Tom; he reached down, took her under the arm, raised her to her feet, and
maneuvered her back to the bed, where he pushed her gently down on her back. She
scooted to the middle and, without any hesitation or prompting, opened her legs
wide, putting her arms over the insides of her knees and pulling herself open.
Her sex gaped open, pink and sopping wet. It was wetter than I'd ever seen it –
with her vaginal secretions dripping onto her inner thigh
s and into the cleft of her anus. Her labia were completely visible and wide
open, and there was an open hole where her labia parted revealing the inside of
her vagina. She was so ready for Tom's cock her vagina had dilated wide to
accept him and she was completely exposed. She had done just what I had asked,
and now my wife was displaying herself for Tom. She was splayed open, ready and
willing to be fucked by another man. I didn't know who was more aroused among
the three of us, but it would have been hard to be hotter than I was at that
moment. Tom's head went between her legs and his tongue lapped at the sweet
liquid from inside her cunt. I could hear, rather than see, his tongue licking,
probing, tasting her labia, and I saw him move his face down lower and flick her
anus.

"Oh, God," Z exhaled. "Do it now, Tom. Come be in me." Tom raised his head up
and moved into position between Z's legs. I tapped him on the shoulder without a
word to get his attention. Z shot me a look, but I reached into my pocket and
took out one of the condoms I had bought earlier that day in case this happened,
held it up for her to see, and handed it to Tom, who took it and nodded.

Tom was on his knees between Z's open legs. He rolled the condom onto his
engorged cock and Z reached up and took it in both hands. As Tom leaned forward
on his elbows to mount her she positioned it at her female opening and rubbed
the tip of his organ over her cunt, lubricating it, massaging her clitoris, back
and forth, stopping finally over the distended hole that was the entrance to her
cavity. Slowly she rocked her hips, letting only the bulb at the end of Tom's
monstrous engine part her labia.

She froze in position, looking over at me now. "Is this what you want? You want
to watch? You're not a cuckold yet, and if you're having second thoughts Tom and
I can do this later, or you can go in the other room until we're done so you
don't have to see it happen. He's not inside me yet. We don't have to do it in
front of you. Tom will understand." She was panting, in the throes of desire.
But I knew she loved me because she had taken time out to talk to me, even to
think of me, as she was poised on the verge of taking inside her the cock she so
obviously wanted so much. She was thinking of me even now – she had said I
didn't have to watch while she let Tom slide inside her for the first time. I
gazed at her, beautiful and in heat, waiting for another man to plunge inside
her, and she looked back, eyes burning with desire for the man who was going to
fuck her. I nodded for her to go ahead, but she didn't see it – her eyes had
closed as Tom slid the tip of his penis over her
clitoris.

Tom groaned and bucked a little, trying to break her grip on his cock, trying to
encunt her so it would be done. I wasn't sure if he could stop. Or that he would
– he was clearly strong enough to force Z now. And I wasn't sure at all that he
would understand if I asked them to stop. What's more, I knew his cock would be
inside her soon anyway – Z had admitted as much – if not in the next instant it
would be later tonight, while I waited in another room, at best the next day –
they both knew they wanted it, they both knew how good it was – and they were
practically there. My wife was going to fuck another man, was going to take
Tom's cock inside her cunt – it was just a matter of whether I was going to be a
cuckold now, and get to see it, or later, when I might not, when, having taken
them this far and then chickened out, I might mess things up royally. "Hurry," Z
said to me, "tell me you want to see him fuck me or leave." Her words were
urgent, desperate. I nodded my head to
affirm again that I wanted to stay and watch them do it.

"Say it," she insisted. "Do you want him to fuck me in front of you? Do you want
to watch while you become a cuckold? Do you want to see Tom inside me? Do you
want to watch me to become his slut?"

"Yes. I want that. I want to see him fuck you."

"Well, I want it, too," Z answered, looking at right at me, "but I want it this
way," and with that she took Tom's penis in her hand and in one motion she
stripped off the condom and tossed it aside. "If we're going to do this he gets
me the same way you do, and more besides," Z exclaimed, eyes on me, but blazing
with passion for him. And then she turned her face to Tom and opened both her
mouth and her legs, positioning the engorged head of his cock at the opening of
her cunt. "Fuck me, Tom."

Tom thrust forward and Z slammed her hips upward to accept his whole cock into
her vagina in a single stroke. As the shaft disappeared into her soft pink folds
and I heard the wet slap of him bottoming out inside her vagina, she moaned as
she looked up at Tom and panted, "Cum inside me. Pump your load in me." I was
stunned, thrilled, aroused beyond description to see my wife take another man's
cock inside her most intimate place. Asking him to cum in her. Without a condom.
Without shame. And to ask him to flood her womb with his semen, to make her his.
I was a cuckold now, a real one. And I realized I loved it.

Tom was in full rhythm now. He rode Z hard, each stroke full length, all the way
out until I could see the head of his cock, all the way back inside Z's cunt
until I could hear the wet slap of his testicles against her sopping labia. My
wife was fucking another man, and from the look and sound of it she was loving
it. She slammed her hips up to receive each driving thrust of his cock, the
sucking, slurping sounds of their coupling as his penis slid in and out of her
slippery cleft filling my ears together with Z's moans and Tom's grunts.

"Fuck me in the ass, too," Z gasped, "fuck me in both holes." An electric tingle
ran all through me. Z and I had tried anal sex a few times, but it was hard for
her, and it hurt if I got more than the tip of my penis inside. She couldn't
stand it long enough for me to really do it. I had never actually been able to
get all the way up inside her, and I had never cum there. And now she had asked
Tom to do to her, in front of me, what she had never been able to let me do. Tom
withdrew his cock from deep inside Z's vagina, and she lifted her bottom,
putting both hands underneath to raise it up, giving Tom access to her small
anus. Tom positioned the bulb of his penis on her purple rosette and rubbed it
gently back and forth. Z's sphincter relaxed and opened slightly as the tip of
Tom's organ probed lightly, and Z whimpered softly as she raised herself a
little to apply pressure against it. The head of Tom's penis popped inside her
and spread her anus open as Z moaned and turned h
er head. Gently, Tom withdrew again and ran his whole shaft up and down Z's
genitals, sliding over her clitoris and her wide-open vagina, rubbing the
lubrication from inside her over all her genitals. Z's pussy dripped the clear,
viscous wetness from inside her cunt, that lovely, slippery nectar I knew
smelled and tasted so good, and it ran down into her crack and into her slightly
pouting anus.

Tom moved the end of his prick back again to her ass and he rubbed it back and
forth, gently massaging it open, allowing Z's juices to make her opening
slippery. "Relax and let it in," he ordered Z. “Open yourself for me.”

"Um hum," Z answered, breathing carefully as she let her sphincter go. The tip
of his cock slipped inside her again with a little wet popping sound, and Z
sighed and moaned out loud, "Ohhhh, God, ohhhh." Tom left it in her this time,
waiting for her to be able to accept his organ, pressing it gently in and then
relaxing, time and again, as Z rose up to help and rocked softly when Tom pushed
gently in and out a tiny bit at a time. Slowly the wetness from her vagina
worked down Tom's shaft to her anus, and his strokes became longer and deeper. Z
whinnied a soft, tremulous, undulating whimper, "nnnhhh, nnnhhh," and helped by
lifting herself up to take Tom's strokes. He was sliding more easily into her,
further with every thrust. And then Z cried out, "All of it, give me all of it,
I want it in me," and Tom drew back all the way out of her anus, leaving it
gaping open – a dark black hole open to her insides, to her most private place –
the first time I had ever seen up inside her
ass – and then, in one push that Z answered with her own upthrust, he slid his
whole penis into Z's ass burying his cock in her rectum. And with that, Tom had
taken Z in a way I never had.

"Oh, God, yes" Z exclaimed sharply, and bucked up, taking Tom's second stroke
deep into her intestines. "God, that feels good!" Z was letting Tom fuck her in
the ass, all the way inside, and she was loving it. Tom drew all the way out
again and then pushed inside her once more, and Z rose up to reciprocate. His
strokes became faster, his thrusts harder, his cock disappearing to the hilt
inside Z's dark hole. His penis made a slurping sound as it glided in and out
now, unobstructed, freely opening her anus as she gave him access to her rectum,
to the most intimate part of her body.

"Both holes," Z begged him, "fuck me in both holes." Tom's slippery cock backed
out of Z's smaller hole and she helped him move the tip up to her vagina, which
gaped open and wet. His next stroke went up her cunt and made her gasp as she
took it all in, and then when Tom pulled back again Z rotated her hips and
guided his cock with her finger tips to take the next thrust in her ass, which
was still open from his recent presence there, and Tom drove it in to the hilt.
Back and forth, on every stroke Tom's cock alternated between her openings, Z
timing the tilt of her pelvis with the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Do you like it?” Tom panted.

“Yeees,” Z whispered, her eyes gazing up into Tom’s, but she didn’t need to say
anything; the desperately wanton way she lifted herself and tilted her pelvis to
take his cock first in one hole and then in the other acted as her accepting
answer. Back and forth, in and out of first her cunt and then her ass, Tom
ploughed Z open, and Z give herself to him in a way she had never given herself
to me, writhing and moaning in acceptance of his cock as he took her as he
liked.

Finally Tom's strokes grew more urgent, his thrusts faster, and he took several
consecutive long, full turns gliding in and out of Z's anus and then stiffened,
groaned, and drove harder into Z. "In my cunt, cum in my cunt," Z urged, and Tom
withdrew from her ass and slammed his cock into her cunt, relentlessly slapping
against Z's fully opened legs, pounding into her welcoming womanhood, and, as he
exploded in the final surge, Z rose up to meet his climax with hers, whimpering
with a primal and uninhibited acceptance of his ejaculation into her belly as he
shot his hot semen into her vagina, bathing her womb in his sticky cum. “Oh, you
came in me, you came inside me,” Z cried. His spasms continued, his load seeding
her womb, making her his woman, and at just that time her cunt contracted, her
clitoris throbbed, her guts ached from her own orgasm that, it was obvious to
me, was even better than any she had ever had with me.

They lay gasping on the bed for a minute afterwards, and then Tom raised himself
up and exhaled, "God, what a fuck you are, Z. I can't believe it." His semen
poured out of her as his spent cock withdrew, one of the most beautiful sights
I'd ever seen – I was confronted with the unmistakable evidence that another man
had ejaculated in my wife's cunt. As he rolled over I could see Z's
still-distended anus gaping open above her open vagina, Tom's semen running out
of her cunt into that private hole as well, into a place I had never cum. He
followed my gaze to her bottom and reached over to put three fingers into her
ass. Z shifted position a little for him to make it easier for him to get them
up inside. "I want this to be my hole – save it for me," he said as Z looked at
him and smiled. And then he turned his head toward me and said, "Thanks, man. I
loved fucking your wife. You can fuck her too, but how about you shave her cunt
for me before tomorrow – I'd like to fuck her agai
n with a bare pussy. And leave her ass for me from now on, OK?"

Z didn't even let me reply. "Larson has never cum in my ass, Tom, and it’s my
decision about who gets to go in there, and I’ve already decided we’re going to
reserve it for you only," Z said. "I can’t wait until you cum in my ass, but I
wanted it in my vagina the first time – like on a honeymoon, you know? And I’m
sure Larson will be more than happy to shave my cunt for you. Right, Larson?”
She looked at me, but it wasn’t for confirmation – she was telling me her
decision. “It's what you asked for, isn't it, honey – isn't this what you wanted
me to do?" She looked down between her legs and then up at me. "That's Tom's cum
dripping out of my pussy. And that's the way we're going to do it, with him in
me bareback. I wonder if he’ll make me pregnant? Do you want him to cum in my
ass on my fertile days?” But she didn’t wait for an answer. “Oh, it doesn’t
matter. You won't mind. He’s already cum inside my cunt. All his little sperm
are swimming up inside my cervix right now. And s
oon he’ll cum in my ass, where you’ve never had me. That's already his cum
running into my rectum, and I loved it with him – it felt so good with him in my
ass, better than I could even believe. It was all I could do to ask him to cum
in my vagina first, but I wanted his sperm to chase yours out of there.. I'm
Tom's woman now, his cunt, his slut. Tom's going to fuck me more often than you
do now; you know that, don't you? I know you’re my husband, and I do love you,
but you’re just a cuckold now, and I need a real man. Tom’s a real man. I want
him to fuck me whenever he wants. I hope it’s what you want, because that’s
what’s going to happen, you know."

I did know, of course. It was obvious from how much she had liked it, how hard
she had cum, that she would want to fuck Tom even more now than she wanted to
fuck me.

"Yes. I know." I had given up part of Z to Tom – her sexual side, her womanhood.
I hoped she would still love me, but I also wanted her to fuck Tom, to see her
in that kind of need, driven by lust. It was better to see her cum like that
with someone else inside her than to fuck her myself – she had been so hot she
had taken Tom in her asshole without any trouble – she clearly needed to belong
to him. "Fuck her whenever you like, Tom, any way you want. She's yours." It was
true. He could have her any time. No sense in pretending I wanted it any other
way.

"Yes, Tom, come fuck me any time. That was a bigger cum than any I've had with
Larson, and it was just my first with you inside me. I can't want to have you
cum in my ass." Z was looking at me as she said it, smiling her beautiful smile.
Things had changed. Another man owned my woman’s sex now, her cunt, her
clitoris, her anus, her tits, her mouth, and I was glad – for her, for him, for
me. Z was a real slutwife, another man's to fuck from now forward. I was proud
of her, proud of what she had done for Tom, proud what she had done to me.

It's over fifteen years later now and I still am. I never get tired of the sight
of her spreading her legs for another man – the moment it's real and not
flirting – and I'm very proud of the fact that she's never coy about it, ever –
she goes right to showing, "Wet pink with a hole in it," as she describes it,
displaying herself to her dates, her partners, to other men – and there have
been plenty of others after Tom over the years. She let's them know that she
wants to be owned, used, spanked, fucked, by someone else. And she lets me know.
I never get tired of the first instant when she shows another man her open
labia, or of that flicker of recognition that lights up his face when he
realizes he's going to get to fuck my gorgeous wife. I never fail to be aroused
beyond description at the moment another man's cock slides into her vagina or
pushes past her anus and into her rectum, and I've seen it now hundreds of
times, all good. I love the little involuntary shudder she mak
es as his penis separates her labia or her sphincter and plunges inside, the
little gasp that signals she's his now, thinking of his cock in her, of cumming
for him. And I never get over the awesome simultaneous jealously and arousal of
watching her spasm as she cums with him inside her, and of watching her lift her
hips to milk his semen deep into her vagina or rectum as he shoots his load. I
am still in awe of the aftermath – of seeing another man's semen run out of her
vagina mixed with her silky wetness that tells me she wanted his seed inside
her, or of the sound she makes as his ejaculate gurgles out of her rectum, the
visible proof that she took his load inside her most secret place, a place I am
not allowed to enter anymore, because she reserves it just for the real men in
her life. We both like it, we both need it; there’s nothing else like it in the
world.