CHAPTER 7

When Jock sat down he was replaced by a man who started talking as soon as he'd reached the centre as if afraid that he'd lose his nerve if he waited till everyone had settled down.
'My name is Noel. I'm fifty-two and am eleven years older than Naomi. I have my own landscape gardening company. I've been married for nearly ten years. Sex had become routine and probably no more than once a week then, out of the blue, my darling wife began insatiable. Suddenly she wanted to make love almost every night and at weekends often two or three times a day, even during the wrong time of the month. I suppose it's not so strange that I began having problems in that area. I rationalised it as being due to middle age and the fact that what I do is physical work so that often I come home exhausted, adding to that I was sleeping badly because of her constant demands and you have a recipe for sheer exhaustion. I think that I've managed to describe a thoroughly exhausted man dragging himself home every night dreading the idea of another night filled with vigorous sex. 
My wife though forty has worked hard to keep her figure in trim so that she looks terrific and much younger than she is. It's no wonder that men flock round her like dogs after a bitch in heat, especially younger ones. It's hard to describe but there's an almost tangible aura of sex around her which is almost impossible to ignore. Mind you she always wears skin tight clothes, sexy undies and sheer stockings with lacy suspender belts to display her abundant curves. I would describe her figure as lush, in the hourglass category, with a rock and roll walk which makes her pouting bottom a focus for the instant sprouting of erections. In a way it's quite droll to see sane men going gaga when she passes them and they get an eyeful of her rollicking buttocks. I've got to admit that it has always boosted my ego that she was mine only because, though she's a flirt, Naomi was strictly a one-man-woman. After the way I've described her I suppose you might find it hard to believe that a bloke could have any problems getting an instant erection with such a sexy woman around but after listening to your experiences it seems that I'm not alone.
Although she doesn't need to Naomi works in a pub, during the lunch session, because otherwise she reckons she'd atrophy but I believe that it's not the entire story. She has a need to be admired and courted and what better place than a pub. With her lush figure and revealing clothes it's no wonder that men flirt with her and make sexual passes. According to her at least two or three men a day offer to take her out but what they really mean is that they want to fuck her and are prepared to make it worth her while.
Early in our relationship I'd realised that she was a born cockteaser but was really a one man woman so I didn't have to be jealous. It meant that I could enjoy the way she twisted men around her little finger. She has a cute way of deflecting their attentions without hurting their fragile egos. Mind you she never lets me forget that men are dying to screw her by telling me in details what they said they'd like to do to her. Her lewd recitals were accompanied by visible signs that it turned her on to be desired so openly. Her tales often led to marvellous sessions of lovemaking.
One day she brought home a copy of a sex magazine she'd found on a bench when she'd tidied up after the last customer had left. It wasn't all that strong but featured a contact section. As we looked through it she confessed that she was desperately frustrated even though I tried my best to keep up with her insatiable appetite. She claimed that it was sometimes hard to refuse some of the offers made by the customers and that she masturbated at least twice a day even after we'd made love. She also confessed that she often fantasised that it was one of the customers she was having sex with and, after it was all over, I would punish her for having been such a slut. This fantasy made her come harder than ever. I knew how sexually frustrated she was and more so because each day she was turned-on working at the pub. Often she'd come home flushed and, lifting up her skirt, she'd show me her sexy knickers which were drenched with thick love juices. She would take them off and pass them under my nose so that I could inhale the pungent aroma of her sexy juices as she told me about what some man had said he'd like to do to her. Some of the acts were downright kinky but Naomi didn't seem to be shocked by them and, more than once, wondered aloud what it would feel like to actually act out those perverted things. 
Having broached the subject it seemed to release something she'd been suppressing for sometime. She reckoned that, with my permission and using the contact section of the magazine, she could find men to satisfy her without ruining her reputation. She saw how shocked I was and quickly added that she would make sure that there would be no strings attached in any encounter and in her opinion it could be kept discreet. She assured me that she could only ever love me and there was no danger of her falling for another man. It would only be sex to relieve her frustration. I'd secretly thought about letting her take a lover before but had always rejected it because I did not want her to get a reputation for promiscuity. I knew that we were heading for a crisis and during the next few days I tried my best to keep her satisfied but had a hard time keeping up with her especially as she became more and more demanding. I even tried some of the kinky acts she'd mentioned but my heart wasn't in it so they were a wash out.
The crunch came on her birthday when the publican arranged a party for Naomi, after closing time. He'd invited his regulars and she was the only woman there. I saw for myself how the men flocked around her as if she was a bitch on heat. As a joke she'd decided to wear the cliché outfit of a barmaid, tight and very short, black skirt with a slit on the side and a peasant blouse which left most of her upper breasts exposed. I've never seen so many bulges in men's trousers as they gazed down into the deep cleavage between her pushed-up breasts. The long nipples were barely concealed by the scooped neck and were clearly outlined by the clinging material of the too-tight blouse. Naomi's nipples are the size of organ stops so they made quite a show because they get very hard when she'd aroused. It was no wonder that she was in constant demand. I must admit that I was more than a little peeved as I watched a succession of men holding her tight against their bodies and kissing her on the pretence of wishing her happy birthday. Then someone put some music on and the men took turn dancing with her. As she danced with a very good looking, young man I saw that their pelvises were blatantly rubbing together. When her partner thought no one could see his hands stroked her bottom, kneading the buttocks through her skirt. He wasn't the only one and she made no efforts to stop any of them feeling her up. Whenever she came back to me, between dances, she was flushed with tiny beads of perspiration gleaming on her upper lip, breathing hard, her eyes glistening with lust and her nipples so hard that it seemed as if they were going to punch a hole right through her bra.
When we got home she dragged me into the living room and whipped up her skirt up to her waist. I was shocked to see that she wasn't wearing any knickers and that her pubic triangle and inner thighs were gleaming with wetness. Her inner sex lips were swollen and dangling past the outer ones. They were partly opened allowing a long silver strand of love juice at least a foot long to dangle. She confessed that one of the men had taken her knickers off because he wanted them as a souvenir. Before tucking it away in his pocket he'd showed them to her. The gusset had been covered in a thick coat of her sex juices. The man had lifted it to his face and inhaled her aroma and told her that from now on he would have them by his side each time he wanked. The idea that he would be inhaling the aroma of her sex juices, while stroking his cock, had made her so randy that she'd given his cock a good squeeze and as she'd already been cockteasing him it proved too much and he'd come off in his undershorts, much to her amusement. It wasn't the only thing which had happened. While dancing with an older man he'd discovered her nakedness and had slipped his hand up her skirt and managed to slip two fingers into her sex before she could stop him. He'd pistoned and scissored them inside her until she'd experienced a small orgasm. When he'd pulled his fingers out his hand had been coated with her wetness and, making sure that she could see what he was doing, he'd licked his fingers clean. It was such an obscene thing to do that she'd experienced another small climax as she clung to him. If it wasn't that she loved me and believed in fidelity she admitted that she would have let all the men fuck her because she'd been so horny. 
Leaning forward she bent over the arm of the sofa, with her naked bottom up in the air and her firm breasts crushed on the padded armrest. Her legs were wide apart so that her pussy lips parted even more it exposing the inner flesh which was heavily coated with love juices. Telling me how the older man had pressed his hard cock against her pussy and how it had felt as if the head was sliding along the groove she ordered me to screw her before she lost her mind.  I might have been shocked and astounded by her lewd behaviour and obscene language however I responded to the sexy sight by whipping my penis out and within seconds my cock was plunging all the way into her pussy, from the rear. Within seconds Naomi was writhing in the throes of a massive orgasm accompanied by loud screams of ecstasy. Her pussy clenched so tightly around my penis that I couldn't move it. After a long while her climax faded and her pussy relaxed its hold on my penis and I was able to resume stroking it in and out. My hands kneaded her buttocks as I watched my cock sliding in and out. I remembered how I'd jealously watched other men rubbing themselves against her on the dance floor and it heightened my arousal. 
I've got to come clean and admit that it had been incredibly arousing to see dozens of men lusting after Naomi and, although I'd been green with jealousy I'd also been thrilled when I'd watched them feeling her up. Her account of the man slipping his hand up her skirt had made me so raunchy that I could hardly control myself. It didn't take me long to lose control and fill her pussy with my sperm. Thankfully she was convulsing in the throes of another huge orgasm as I blasted my semen deep into her clenching pussy. However, when she discovered that I'd come, sounds of frustrated disappointment came from her lips. She said that she hoped I'd recover soon because she was still randy. Fat chance of me doing that, I thought, as I pulled my wilting penis out of her pussy. 
Turning over so that her bottom rested on the edge of the sofa Naomi opened her legs wide exposing her swollen pussy, from which my semen had begun to ooze out and trickle down her inner thighs, and she said that she badly needed to come again so would I please lick her pussy clean. I'd licked and sucked her sex before but never when it was full of my semen however that night I was so worried, that she might think me inadequate, that I knelt between her legs and plastered my mouth against her sex. At first I was hesitant but soon I was licking and sucking so hard that my semen was transferred from her sex to my gulping mouth. It wasn't as bad as I'd imagined so I continued vacuuming until there wasn't a drop left. Fortunately by that time she'd climaxed twice more and was much calmer. I stood up and used my tongue to gather any stray drops from my lips which made me realise just how desperate I was. We went to bed and fell asleep intertwined.
Although I'd averted a crisis it was clear to me that something had to be done about keeping my wife satisfied, without it harming our marriage, and I decided that if I arranged for men to satisfy her instead of leaving it to her I could keep control of the situation. I sat her down and explained what I'd decided and insisted that I had to be present when she slept with any other man and she agreed.
I bought the latest copy of the contact magazine and made contact with men who claimed that they were looking for no-strings-attached sexual relationship. In this again I seemed to have paralleled at least one of the experiences I've heard tonight. Dismissing any men who didn't live at least fifty miles away, and wasn't well endowed, we narrowed our choice. Ken was the man we chose to meet first. I arranged to meet him in a pub on the other side of town. Naomi and Ken clicked right away but, being very new to swinging, we needed to take it slowly so we decided to meet again another night and go to a restaurant to get better acquainted. The idea was that it would enable us to make up our mind about going through with such a radical step. As you can see I still had doubts about taking such an enormous leap in the dark. Naomi had agreed that I would be the sole arbiter in choosing the man and that she would accept my judgment. When we parted we agreed that Ken would take Naomi out to dinner, without me then they would come back to the house and, if they still clicked, then intimacy would take place. 
The next few days were hell because I couldn't stop thinking about them together. I must confess that more than once I was on the point of begging her to forget the whole idea. I didn't and that's why I'm here. 
When I'd first realised that I couldn't cope with Naomi's needs I'd wondered what it would be like to see her with another man and I'd decided that it wasn't something I could cope with yet it was me who'd made all the arrangements for her to meet another man with the view of going to bed with him. 
Please don't think badly of me I was desperate! As you can deduce my goal wasn't to see my wife with another man but to keep her happy.
She came home early, on Friday afternoon, and took her time preparing herself for her date with Ken. She had a long soak in the bath and, by the time she came out from the bedroom, she looked stunning. Her hair was piled up revealing her long neck and exquisite ears which were enhanced by drop earrings. She was wearing a simple cream dress which clung to her voluptuous curves and displayed her legs to perfection. The four-inch stilettos made her legs seem even longer and forced her curvy bottom out. I did not detect a panty-line so knew that either she wasn't wearing any or was wearing a thong. Her large eyes were gleaming and her full bright red mouth was glistening with lip gloss. She looked beautiful and incredibly sexy. My stomach heaved as I realised she'd made all that effort for another man, twenty years younger than me and no doubt extremely virile. I knew from the photo he'd sent us that he was indeed very well endowed. I had a panic attack and, swallowing my pride, asked her to cancel the date and I even volunteered to explain the situation to him. Naomi looked at me as if I was mad and furiously rounded on me and told me that she'd looked forward to this for days. She reminded me that it had been me who'd encouraged her to go out with another man so she was only doing what I'd wanted. She went on to explain what it felt like for a woman of her age to sense that time was running out and how good it made her feel good to be lusted after by younger men. 
The next few minutes seemed like a lifetime as we waited for Ken to pick her up. I tried to act as if nothing unusual was happening but felt as if I was going to throw up at any time.
Naomi insisted that I opened the door. Ken was carrying a bouquet of red roses; I saw his eyes gleam with lust as they scanned my wife's body from head to toe. After saying hello he ignored me as he fawned over my wife and paid her outrageous compliments. They left and I dashed to the window. I saw that, as they walked down the path, he had his hand on her rotating bottom and my wife was doing nothing to stop him feeling her up in public. As she got into the car I caught a glimpse of the white flesh above her stocking tops and it increased my misery. 
I don't remember how I got through the next few hours. My very vivid imagination pictured my wife and Ken in all kinds of very kinky situations. I threw up twice and cursed myself for having decided not to chaperon them. I went to the window numerous times to look out for her even though I knew that they'd not been out that long. Surprisingly they came back around midnight. I sighed with relief because it seemed as if they'd not had time to get up to anything naughty. I felt my spirit uplifting with the thought that maybe she'd decided that she didn't want to go through with it. I opened the door and my hopes were dashed when I saw that my wife was tipsy. Her hair was dishevelled and her lipstick was smeared. She gave me a big sloppy kiss. Over her shoulder I could see that Ken's mouth was smeared with lipstick. He was looking amused as my wife broke away from me and grabbing his arm dragged him into the house. 
They staggered into the living room. When I joined them she was rubbing her body against his, like a cat seeking caresses, and his hands were stroking her bottom proprietarily, making no attempt to hide what he was doing. Naomi's eyes were shiny with lust. Her bosom was heaving dramatically so that most of her breasts were on show above the low cut neckline and the nipples were poking out like two hard buttons, a sure sign that she was very turned-on. I saw a ladder in her left stocking because her skirt was bunched up so that it only just about covered her sex. My stomach lurched and my eyes watered as I watched them realising that Naomi couldn't keep her hands off Ken. She kept touching his face and stroking his chest not seeming to care that I was there. I coughed dramatically to remind her that I was there. She turned her head and said that they would love a drink and would I be a dear and fetch it. 
I really didn't want to leave them alone but, at the same time, didn't want to be rude so I went into the study and quickly grabbed the first bottle I could get my hand on. I picked up three glasses and hurried back to the living room. I stopped in the doorway, frozen to the spot, when I saw that Ken and my wife were French-kissing. Her back was to me so that I could see that his hands were clutching her bottom and squeezing the cheeks so hard that it caused them to part so that the material of her dress was trapped between them. By this time the hem of her dress was barely covering her buttocks so that I could see most of the white flesh above the dark stocking tops. 
Despite being in the grip of a fierce jealousy, which caused my stomach to clench, I felt myself becoming aroused. I knew that if I didn't do something right away I would lose control of the situation. At that stage I still believed that I was in charge. I put the tray down, making a lot of noise to remind them of my presence, but they ignored me totally and carried on kissing before breaking apart. My wife turned to me. Her red lipstick was even more smudged. She had a wild look in her eyes as she said that I could go to bed as she wanted to stay up for a while longer with Ken. Angry, that she was dismissing me as if I was a servant, I reminded her that I was her husband. She laughed and sneered as she replied that it was my choice to leave or stay. Turning her back she resumed kissing Ken while stroking his chest. 
I realised that the man had not said one word to me, since they arrived, and that he was acting as if I didn't exist and it made me angry. 
Ken began fondling Naomi's boobs before undoing the zip so that her dress slid down her body revealing that she'd not worn either a bra or panties. However what shocked me even more was to discover that her sex mound was gleaming with wetness and the beads caught in her pubic hair glistened in the light. The inner sex lips were revealed and her clitoris was very engorged and peeking out, like a little finger. Rather feebly, I have to admit. I again protested but she scornfully reminded me of the times I'd not been able to fulfil her needs and that it had been my idea to bring in assistance. She looked down at the front of my trousers and laughed wickedly as she asked me why my cock was so hard and stiff if I found it so distasteful seeing her enjoying herself. 
Making no pretence to hide what she was doing her fingers did something with the front of Ken's trousers and they fell down to his ankles. Then she pushed his boxer shorts down also and a very large and thick cock, which was fully erect, sprang out and bounced against his lower stomach. The head was in line with his belly button making me realise just how big it was. 
Torn apart by jealousy I helplessly watched as they took all their clothes off. 
The young man was well built and his cock at least three if not four inches longer than mine and much thicker. From the head a long string of precome hung down, swaying each time he moved. Looking at me, over her shoulder, my wife scornfully told me that since I wasn't going to leave I must sit silently in the corner, from where I could watch. Viciously she added that I might learn something but I wasn't to utter one sound. I'd never heard speak like that before and it was quite a shock. I should have marched up to them and told Ken to leave the house then told my wife that I'd changed my mind but instead I slipped out of my clothes and went and sat down like a beaten cur.
 Fully naked Ken sat down on a chair and my wife knelt at his feet like an adoring slave. Her fingers closed around the shaft, which still left a few inches of his cock and the head uncovered, and she said something about wishing that my cock was as big as his. With my heart in my mouth I watched Naomi gathering the strand of precome with her tongue and suck it into her mouth. I'm sure that she did the lip-smacking bit for my benefit. Then her lips closed around the cockhead before sliding down the shaft until the head must have butted against the back of her throat. She paused then her head bobbed up and down as she lustily sucked on his cock while her hands toyed with his balls and the base of his shaft. Her saliva was trickling down the shaft and the noises of her sucking was lewdly emphasising that I was watching my wife sucking another man's prick.
Again I chastised myself for not doing anything about it. Mixed with fierce jealousy was mounting arousal. I couldn't understand why that should be. Naomi pulled her mouth away from his towering cock and looked at me and asked if seeing her sucking Ken's cock matched my fantasies as much as it fulfilled hers. She said that she couldn't wait to have it inside her because it was so hard and big. 
I was in the grip of clashing emotions and couldn't speak so I just nodded. I believe that's when my fate was sealed.
Ignoring me once again Naomi sat next to the young man, with her hand still holding his massive hard-on, and, in her best cajoling manner, told me that she wanted me to suck her pussy because she wanted it to be well lubricated so that it would be able to take the huge cock more easily. As she talked her free hand was stroking her clitoris causing her pussy to dilate even more allowing a trickle of silvery liquid to dribble out. 
Her arrogant dominating attitude struck a chord deep in my soul, one I'd never realised existed and the need to please her was positively overwhelming. All I wanted was to please her no matter how demeaning the act. It was something I would have never dreamt that I would want to do. Like a slinking dog I got on all fours and crawled to her. I saw a smile of arrogant triumph light up her face as I slipped between her open legs. I heard her giggle as her fingers moved away so that my tongue could start lapping her pussy. She grabbed my ears, between her fingers, and pulled my face tighter against her sex mound so that my tongue would dig even deeper inside her open pussy. I was amazed by how much tart-tasting liquid was oozing out of her pussy. The cloying liquid soon filled my mouth and there was so much of it that I had to swallow to make room for more. Usually her pussy juice is sweet tasting so it made me wonder whether her extreme arousal had caused it to change texture and taste. It clung to my inner cheeks and tongue as it continued flooding into my mouth. My arrogant wife was writhing and groaning, as if in pain. Eventually I had to pull back for a short breather. Angrily she asked me why I'd stopped and I replied that there was so much juice that I couldn't keep up with it and that it was clogging up my nostrils making it hard for me to breathe. 
My remark provoked a new fit of giggles. My wife devastated me when she told me that it must be all that spunk Ken had given her earlier. As I knelt back, on my heels, stunned and revolted by her remark she told me that she'd been so turned on by him fingering her pussy, in the restaurant, that they'd quietly slipped into the Ladies. In graphic details she described how, in the cubicle, she'd lifted her dress up and begged him to fuck her. Her use of four letters words amazed and aroused me. She was playing with her pussy, with one hand and Ken's cock with the other as she described how the young man sat on the toilet, with his cock sticking up as she'd straddled his lap, and like a slut had impaled her pussy on his rampant erection. The initial penetration had hurt like crazy yet it had made her climax immediately. She'd bit his shoulder to stop herself screaming the place down because her orgasm was so powerful. She went on to describe how some woman had entered the next cubicle and they'd heard the tinkling of her urine as Naomi started moving up and down Ken's prick while trying not to make any sounds. The sense of danger and the excitement of the situation had made her climax again just as Ken had blasted his semen deep into her pussy. The woman must have thought someone in the toilets was sick because a little while later the manager walked into the room. In a concerned voice he asked if everything was okay. Unfortunately for Ken and Naomi they had not locked the door of the cubicle and the manager opened it. In a stern voice he told Ken that he'd better get out. The young man, not wanting trouble, had pulled up his trousers and scuttled out of the Ladies. Once he was alone with Naomi the manager told her that her behaviour was disgusting and that it should be punished. She was still dazed by her orgasms. Her skirt was still rucked around her waist so she offered no defence as he turned her around and pushed her forward so that she had to grip the rim of the toilet to stop herself falling forward. Doubled up that way her bare bottom was hoisted high in the air. He'd pinned her in that position, with a hand in the middle of her back, and had smacked her bottom at least a dozen times. He'd warned her to keep quiet and, though the pain had been intense, she'd managed to stifle her screams but, by the tenth smack, the pain had turned to incredible pleasure. She'd welcomed the last two smacks and wished there could have been more as she was hovering on the brink of another huge climax which is the reason she'd stayed doubled over even though she heard the sound of a zip being opened. She could hardly believe it was happening when she felt the manager steering the head of his erect cock between her splayed sex lips and, with a flick of the hips, he buried his entire length into her spunk-filled pussy. She'd climaxed immediately and had continued climaxing as he drove his cock in and out of her sex until he'd come, adding his spunk to Ken's. He'd pulled out and told her to make herself respectable and he had left the room by the time she'd tidied herself. She'd made her way back to their table and her legs had felt like rubber. When the bill came there was an extra item for service rendered on it but Ken paid up, without a murmur. 
She claimed that having Ken fuck her in a public place had been tremendous but having a complete stranger taking her so forcefully had been out of this world and that's why she'd made sure to keep all the spunk inside her pussy as she'd wanted me to see it but had not imagined that I would so eagerly swallow it. 
For the first time since they come back Ken spoke. He asked me to look at his cock and I could see a collar of white liquid circling the base of his massive cock which my wife's slim hand was stroking lewdly. He said that just before entering the house Naomi had been sitting on his cock in the car because she couldn't wait to have it inside her again.
Naomi ordered me to go back to my seat and I slunk away like a beaten cur. My inner cheeks and gums were still coated with the cloying liquid I'd sucked out of her pussy and I felt nauseous, sick to my stomach. I was crying and snot was hanging from the tip of my nose. I was in a terrible state. 
The couple ignored me and started kissing again. Ken handled my wife's large boobs as if they were made of pliant dough. The pads of his thumbs strummed across the tip of her nipples and, knowing how sensitive they are, I could imagine how her pussy was clenching and relaxing in response to the illicit caresses. His hands slid down her naked body and her legs opened widely so that her prominent pussy was fully accessible. Her young lover pushed three fingers all the way inside her pussy while the pad of his thumb strummed her erect clit. She looked over his shoulder at me and, ignoring my obvious distress and as if it didn't matter to her one way or other, she said that she wanted Ken to fuck her again and it was up to me whether I stayed to watch or went to bed.
Ken pulled his fingers out and her adulterous cunt stayed opened so that I could see shiny wetness trickling out of it and disappearing into her bum crack. I have to admit that the sight of my wife waiting for another man to fuck her drove me insane with lust. I would have done anything she wanted me to do at that moment as long as she allowed me to stay.  What I didn't expect was that she would order me to come over and help!
Before I could think it through I found myself kneeling next to them. She turned to me and said that she wanted to make sure she was well lubricated for her lover's cock so wanted me to wank and spray her pussy with my spunk. Of course it was balderdash and an excuse to belittle me further. They starred at me, as if waiting for me to rebel and storm out of the room, and they both giggled as my hand started sliding up and down my erection. It felt as if someone else had taken my body over, someone who didn't care about the humiliation and was concentrating only on the obscene pleasure. It's hard to describe the different emotions which swept through me. Shame and arousal, anger and jealousy, self pity and elation, all those emotions conflicted as I started to masturbate in front of another man. 
Never taking her eyes off my prick Naomi began telling me how she'd accepted an invitation from Ken to take her to an orgy so that every man there could fuck her. He'd promised that he would arrange for several men to take her simultaneously as she wanted to experience having every orifice filled with hard cock, at the same time. She said that if I was obedient she would do all this in front of me. As my hand pumped furiously up and down my shaft she went on to tell me that tonight was the start of her exploring every nuance of sex, however perverted and obscene and to my shame her recital excited me so much that I started to spurt. As ordered I made sure my sticky sperm landed on her pussy and I might have imagined it but it seemed to me that I ejaculated more spunk than I had ever done before. Her sex was dripping with my thick juice by the time I'd finished coming and my cock started losing its hardness. I moved aside to let the young man kneel between her spread legs. In a voice made hoarse by lust Naomi ordered me to grab her lover's cock and make sure it was well lubricated before I steered it into her cunt. As the young man slithered forward Naomi slipped further down on the seat of the couch so that the fat head of his cock brushed against her pussy. She looked at me severely. 
Before I realised I was actually doing it I'd taken hold of Ken's hard cock and made the tip move back and forth along her slit, gathering up my dripping spunk. I can't find the words to describe the emotions which swept through me as I handled another man's cock, for the very first time. It felt strange but also terribly arousing to feel that cylinder of warm flesh pulsing against my palm as I trailed its head through my spunk before steering it dead centre against the gaping cunt of my lovely wife. He grinned at me as he rammed his massive cock all the way into my adulterous wife's pussy with shattering impact. From where I knelt I saw her pussy lips clinging to the fat base of his cock as she screamed ecstatically and begged him to fuck her forever. She kept telling him that he was the best and most virile fuck she'd ever experienced and that she was his to do anything with. As the young man pounded that massive cock into her pussy she orgasmed. Her legs slipped around his waist and clasped him tight to her body to keep all of his massive cock buried inside her pussy as she kept on climaxing hugely. After a short while she relaxed and he started to fuck her in earnest. I could not drag my eyes away as I watched her pussy lips being dragged in, and then out again, with each stroke. It was so arousing that, to my amazement. I found that I was sporting a hard-on. His swinging balls kept slapping against her upturned bottom, with a loud fleshy sound which intermingled with the liquid sounds caused by my lubricating spunk on his shaft.  The man was a long-stayer. I lost count of the number of times Naomi climaxed before he announced that he was going to come and fill her full of spunk again. She opened her eyes and, looking over his shoulder at me, asked what it felt like to know that at any moment a young man was going to fill my wife's cunt with his lusty spunk. 
I could only stare and nod as he groaned. 
With one last powerful stroke of his hips he buried all of his hard cock into my wife's pussy. He kept it there, as his muscular buttocks flexed and relaxed, and I knew that he was ejaculating his spunk deep into the clenching pussy as she also orgasmed. She clung to him as she screamed and sobbed in ecstasy as her sex absorbed his male cream. After a short while he pulled back. His wilting cock came out of the pussy, with a loud uncorking sound, but her sex lips stayed splayed back so that I could see his creamy spunk swimming inside her cunt. It excited me at the same time as it disgusted me. Naomi grabbed my hair and told me to lick her clean. That's when I should have told her to get lost instead, seeming of its own volition; my tongue came out and dipped into her spermy hole. Immediately I felt the mixture of his spunk and her pussy juices flowing into my mouth and it seemed sharper and creamier than the first dose I'd inadvertently swallowed. She kept my mouth firmly glued to her pussy until I'd vacuumed all the mixture of sex juices from it. I could feel that my face was coated with it as I pulled away. Trembling like a leaf I took a deep breath as I knelt back knowing that she'd climaxed again as she'd felt my tongue scooping out her lover's sperm.
The arrogant mistress, who was also my wife, looked at me and asked if I liked my special spunky treat. I was so besotted with her that I said that I'd never tasted anything better. Cruelly she laughed and told me that there was some more for me and pointed to Ken's groin. I saw that his cock was covered with the sticky stuff and, to my everlasting shame, I have to admit that I did what she wanted. I took the head and a great deal of the shaft into my mouth and used my tongue to collect the mixture of sex juices, which coated them, then licked it squeaky clean. I became so entranced, making sure that I'd collected every single drop that I actually took the cock all the way into my mouth so it's no wonder that the young man became hard again. He moved his erect cock in and out of my mouth, as if he was fucking it, and, to my horror, I found myself compressing my lips and using my tongue to make it even better for him. Eventually when it was fully erect and throbbing wildly he pulled it out of my mouth.
Taking Ken by the hand my wife said that they were going up to the bedroom and added that I could sleep in the spare room. As I lay awake I heard my wife screaming and sobbing as the young man brought her to orgasm, again and again. His stamina was awesome and it was nearly five in the morning before the sounds of fucking stopped. After each bout of fucking he would smack her bottom and I could hear her thanking him for punishing her as she was an adulteress and slut and deserved it. 
Late next morning she called me into the room and ordered me to use my mouth to clean them up and I did. I loved scooping up the slimy emissions!
Since that fateful evening I've accepted my submissive streak. I have no control over my wife and she has indeed been fucked by countless men. She's had them in threes and fours but always in my presence and afterwards I have to vacuum her sloppy pussy dry. 
I will do anything she asks, even helping to revive her lovers' flagging virility with my hands and mouth. In a weird way I've never been happier although I am only allowed to make love to her is while her lover is recuperating. I know that the other men in this room have seen their wives with other men without the dramatic result I've experienced. I suppose that my experience is a lesson about opening a can of worms, if you get my meaning. At the same time it's only because I discovered that I'm a submissive that things have got out of hand. Still I'm happy in my Blessed Perversion!'
He shuffled back to his chair accompanied by sympathetic sounds from the other men.