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   For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled
about my wife I will give you some background and a description.  I found
my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary.  She was, and
still is, beautiful.  She has long thick brown hair that flows down below
her shoulders.  Her breasts are large, full, and natural with just a hint
of sag.  Each breast is tipped by large round light-brown areola that forms
big beautiful circles around her protruding hard nipples.  Her tight
stomach is flat and her ass is hard and round.  She always keeps her pussy
shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clit.  Her pussy lips are
equally amazing.  They are long, but not too long, and distend and open
like a flower when she gets excited.
   I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always
keep myself in good shape.  My best attribute was my cock.  I am over nine
inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like
head.  What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that
it never really goes soft.  It stays around seven inches, even when
`flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest holes.
   This story is true, with some alterations like names and dates.  I also
took some liberty to combine some experiences so the story would not drag
on.  Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has
happened to her, in the way it is presented.
Enjoy:
   Chapter 3: A Test Wife, Exhib, MF
   As a test, I decided to escalate a little.  One Friday, I invited a
friend over.  He and Carole had never met before.  I had invited him over
with the promise that he could fuck her.  She had no idea what was about to
happen.
   When she got home from work, I sent her into the bedroom to put on some
lingerie.  I had already picked the outfit for her and laid it on the bed
for her.  She came out a couple minutes later with a huge smile on her
face. She thought I was going to have my way with her, like every other
night, and she was obviously looking forward to that.
   I looked her up and down.  She looked amazing.  My dick immediately
started to harden.  She was wearing a black lace corset that barely
contained her tits.  The mesh allowed for her nipples and areola to be
visible.  The back of the corset was a "shoe-string" type closure, held
together with only one bowknot.  The bottom of the corset was connected to
the long black lace stockings she wore on her legs.  Lastly, she wore small
thong panties, which barely covered her pussy and had a thin string that
ran up her ass crack.
   "Fuck you look hot," I told her.  "You are the sexiest woman I know."
She stood there letting me get an eyeful, but then got confused when I
said, "Now, go and get a hors d'oeuvre plate ready."
   "What?"
   "I said, go and put together a big platter of hors d'oeuvres."
   "Are you hungry?" she asked, a little confused.
   I smiled at her.  "Just go do what I told you to do," I pointed at the
kitchen.
   She shrugged her sexy shoulders and went into the kitchen.  A half hour
later, she had fixed some snacks and had a couple of beers out on the
coffee table in the living room.  Still a little confused, she sat down on
the couch.  Just then, there was a knock at the door.  Her facial
expression changed from a quizzical one to one of worry.  "Damn, who is
that?" she asked.
   "Well, go and find out," I told her.
   "But, I wearing..."
   "Just do it," I said, cutting her off.  "Don't argue with me.  Just do
what I tell you."
   She almost said something back, but thought better of it.  She stood up
and walked to the front door.  She returned a minute later with a concerned
look on her face.  "There is some guy out there.  Said you invited him
over," she said, confused.
   "Well, go let him in," I said.  "Don't just leave the man outside."
   "But, I'm not dressed," she complained.
   "You are dressed enough," I said, pointing towards the front door. 
"Go."
   The man following her back into the living room a minute later was
staring at her ass and grinning from ear to ear.
   "Hey," I said, standing and extending my hand.
   "Hi," the man said, shaking my hand.
   "Thanks for coming," I said.
   "Thanks for the offer," he said, looking again at my wife's sexy body.
   "Have a seat," I said, pointing at the couch.  He said down on the
opposite end of the couch from me.  "Beer?" I offered.
   "Thanks," he replied, grabbing the cold beer and taking a swig.  Carole
just stood there, looking at me.
   I patted the seat between the man and me and said, "Come on, sit down."
Slowly, she sat between us and then scooted slightly over towards me.
   The other man wasted no time at all.  He slid over towards her and said,
"I like your outfit." He looked down at her tits.
   "Me too," I said, smiling at Carole.
   "I think she looks pretty damn good."
   "I know," I said.  "But...Hey, baby, why don't you stand back up and
model that for us?"
   She made a face at me and then slowly stood up and faced the both of us.
"Isn't she beautiful?" I asked.
   "Oh, God, yes," the man said.
   "She's beautiful," I repeated.  "Those big brown eyes...that thick,
pouty, lower lip...her long thick beautiful hair."
   "Beautiful," the man agreed.
   "And then there are those big beautiful tits," I said.
   "They look amazing," he said.
   I blew my wife a kiss.  "You are such an amazing woman." I looked back
over at the other man.  "Her pussy is completely shaved too," I told him.
"Not only that, but it is still very tight, even after all the stuff I have
done to her."
   He smiled and Carole looked shocked.
   "Oh, yeah?" the man said, extending his hand to her.  Even though the
talk was embarrassing to her, she grew hotter and hotter.  She now knew the
man was going to fuck her, or at least she was starting to hope so.  She
took the man's hand and he pulled her back towards the couch.  "Sit back
down," he told her.  As soon as she did, the man reached over and put his
hand behind her head.  He pulled her face over to his and kissed her.
   I watched Carole's eyes close tightly as she kissed the man deeply.  At
the same time, I could see her nipples harden and I knew she was getting
wet.  As they kissed, the man's hand danced lightly across the exposed tops
of her tits.  Still kissing my wife, he opened his eye and looked at
me...looking for permission.
   I nodded at him.  "Go ahead," I said, "I married her knowing she was a
slut.  As a matter of fact, I like it."
   The man pushed his hand down, gently pulling the top of the corset down,
exposing my wife's left tit.  He cupped it in his hand and squeezed it
lightly.  She became noticeably more passionate with her kissing.  The man
moved his hand over and pulled the other side of the corset down.
   The man pushed her back slightly, breaking their lip lock.  He looked
down at her naked exposed nipples.  "Fuck, those are nice," he said.  "You
are one luck son-of-a-bitch," he told me, smiling.
   "Well, tonight, so are you," I said.  "They are all yours." I stood up
and walked over to the easy chair.  Sitting, I leaned back and watched.
   "I was hoping you were going to say that," he said, leaning down,
bringing his tongue to the tip of her nipple.  He flicked the nipple with
his tongue before he sucked it into his mouth.  After a couple minutes of
slurping on that tit, he switched to the other one.  Carole stroked his
hair, letting him enjoy himself feasting on her big tits.
   Moving his hands around behind her, the man found the strings to the
knot and pulled them.  A minute later, after unclipping the corset from the
stockings, he had it all the way off her.  For some time, I watched him
suck and lick her tits.  My wife patiently allowed him his fun.  Enjoying
his mouth on her nipples.
   Eventually, the man kissed his way below her tits, down her stomach and
then kissed her panty-covered pussy lips.  Carole closed her eyes again and
purred.  The man quickly reached up and pulled her panties down.  Carole
lifted her ass off the couch, letting him slip them all the way off.  As
soon as they were out of the way, the man dove back into my wife's sweet
pussy.
   Carole moaned softly as the man drove his tongue deep into her, flicking
her clit at the same time with his thumb.  I reached over and ran my
fingers through her hair, rubbing her head.  She cupped her tits in her
hands and massaged them, as the man drove her to the point of exquisite
orgasm.  Carole's body shuddered with waves of orgasmic pleasure.  The
man's tongue rode it all the way through.  When she was done, he sat back
up and licked his lips.
   "Baby, you taste good," he said.  He kissed her deeply on the mouth.  He
grabbed her tits again, this time harder.  Then he leaned back and pulled
his shirt off, quickly followed by his pants and underwear.  My wife looked
down at his cock with lust in her eyes.  The man pushed her back onto the
couch, and spread her legs wide.  Slowly, he placed the tip of his raging
hard cock at the entrance of her wet sweet pussy.
   Carole's face showed the extreme pleasure she was feeling as the man
slowly, but steadily, penetrated her.  He didn't stop until he was
completely buried, then he stayed still for a second enjoying her pulsating
pussy around his cock.  "Shit, your pussy feels great," the man gasped.  He
grabbed onto her thighs and started to hammer into her.
   He fucked her hard, both of them moaning in intense pleasure.  Her tits
bounced around from the powerful fucking she was taking.  With amazing
self-control, he stopped and pulled out before he came.  He sat back,
panting, for a second, trying to catch his breath.
   Then he stood up and pulled her up off the couch with him.  He turned
her around and then pushed her back onto the couch, this time on her hands
and knees.  He moved up behind her and rammed his cock back into her.
   They went for almost five minutes of doggy-style before he pulled back
out of her.  She looked up into my face.  The sweat rand down her face and
she smiled at me.
   "You having fun?" I asked with a grin.
   "Oh, God yes..." she cooed.
   "Then tell him how much you like his cock," I pushed.
   "Oh, God," she moaned.  "I love to fuck so much....I love a hard cock."
   "You...do...don't...you," the man said, between pants.  He sat back down
on the couch and pulled my wife over to him.  Making her face away from
him, he made her put her legs on either side of his and pulled her back
onto him.  With amazing skill, on the way down she guided his cock back
into her pussy.  He grabbed her hips and started to lift her up and down on
his cock.
   As I watched them fuck, I thought, `She really does have an outstanding
body.' Her big beautiful tits bounced in front of me.  The man had a hold
of both of her round firm ass cheeks, using his grip to move her up and
down his shaft.  I knew her tight pussy was driving him to the brink.  `And
what a slut she is,' I thought.  `She doesn't even know the man's name and
she is aggressively fucking him....she is the perfect wife.'
   Just then, the man started to get a frantic look on his face.  He pushed
her off him and onto her back on the couch.  He straddled her body and
brought his cock up to her chest.  Stroking his cock feverously, he pointed
it up towards her face.
   Carole looked down and opened her mouth, waiting for the first blast. 
She didn't have to wait long.  He shot a huge hot blast of sticky liquid
right into her mouth.  He continued to pump his fist around his cock and
his cock continued to spurt.  He coated her face, neck and chest with cum
before he was done.  Gasping for air, he fell back onto the couch.
   Carole looked up at me and then over at him.  With her fingers, she
gathered up as much of the cum as she could and put it in her mouth.  "God,
what a nasty little bitch," I said with some pride.
   "She is amazing," the man said.  "Thanks..."
   Looking like he was going to stand up, Carole sat up and leaned over
against his chest.  She reached down with her left hand and slowly, gently,
started nursing his cock back.  "No reason to rush off," she told him.  He
kissed her on the top of the head and then she slide down into his lap. 
She lifted his limp cock up to her mouth and she began to lick the end.
   Soon, she had sucked it back to life.  At full mast, she was
deep-throating it.  The man watched in amazement for a couple minutes
before pulling her back off him.  "Not yet," he said.  "I want to do
something else first."
   He stood up and pulled her up with him.  Again, he turned her around and
bent her over, but this time he placed his cock in a different place.  A
second later, he was pounding into her ass and she was squealing loudly. 
He reached around and grabbed hold of her swinging tits.  It wasn't long
before her tight ass made him cum again.  He dumped a quart into her bowels
before pulling out.
   "Oh, my God," he said, falling back onto the couch.  Carole stood and
left.  She came back a minute later with a warm wet washcloth.  She cleaned
the man up and then went back into the bathroom, returning a minute later
and sitting back on the couch between us.
   "You are an amazing fuck," the man told her.
   She smiled at him.
   "Without a doubt," I agreed.  
  
Chapter 3  A Test