The Gifford’s have been neighbors and close friends of ours since we moved into the cul-
de-sac eleven years ago.  Mary Gifford was the first to come over to welcome us to the 
neighborhood and invite Jean and me to dinner on the night we moved into our new 
home. Jean and Mary came to be extremely close and are now inseparable friends.  When 
I would come home from work at night, if Jean was there so was Mary.  If Jean was not 
there, I new she was somewhere with Mary.  I often refer to them as a collective calling 
them Mary-Jean. I became good friends with her husband Phil too but we have nowhere 
near the close relationship that the wives have. We are good friends none the less. I 
always harbored a suspicion that Phil coveted my beautiful wife.  

My Jean, my love, my wife, is an absolute knockout and, as is obvious to everyone who 
we come in contact with, way out of my league.  It took me weeks to work up the 
courage to ask her out on a date and was shocked when she accepted. I think everyone 
was shocked when she agreed to marry me. I’m not ugly or anything but I am no beauty. 
I’m just another guy. Jean, on the other hand, is a rare beauty, is the type that wins beauty 
pageants. Needless to say, I am very insecure about my ability to hold onto to her.  Every 
guy that looks at her, and that is every red blooded male from 13 to 95, is a clear and 
present danger to my hold on Jean. The threat and the mere occasion of their presence 
erodes my male ego.  But, she never seems to notice all of the stares and glares from her 
testosterone surging male admirers.  In fact, she focuses all of her attention on me. I think 
that in her heart, she knows of my insecurity and when I am shaking in envious 
desperation, she turns her beautiful baby blue eyes on me and with a glance reassures me 
of her loyalty.  Just a brief glint from her gleaming eyes puts me at ease and instills in me 
a confidence to continue the masquerade of being her consort. I never discussed my 
doubts with anyone, but kept all of that anxiety deep undercover and to myself. All of 
that internal tension probably contributes to the fact that we don’t socialize very much or 
have any close friends to speak of, especially males. 

The Gifford’s, now they are an absolutely perfect couple and in every way and are an 
exception to our reluctant social life. It is hard to explain the strong friendship that has 
developed because if there ever was a threat, it was them. They are financially 
comfortable; pillars of the community and their church Of course, they are beautiful – 
both of them.  Mary is a few years older than Jean and a little taller. The two of them are 
like photographic negatives of each other.  Mary is dark with sultry brown eyes framed 
by sculpted brows and long sweeping lashes that will lure you into believing that, 
encouraged by that irrepressible male sexual optimism, you have a chance.  That 
optimism will wax a wane in the heart of every rutting male with every purposeful blink 
of those beautiful eyes. Each blink is like the sun being blocked briefly by a cloud only to 
return warmer and more comforting with its reappearance. But, those moments of brief 
shade are chilling and disparaging to the fruitless quest for conquest. To peer into those 
eyes is to surrender to her charm. Her skin is flawless, perpetually tan, and smooth as a 
baby’s behind. Her hair is brown and so dark that it often appears to be black.  Her body 
is slightly thicker and hips slightly wider than Jean’s having given birth to two 
exceptionally beautiful children.  Motherhood took nothing away from her beauty. In 
fact, she is all the more voluptuous for the fact. She is drop dead gorgeous.  

My Jean has a different kind of beauty.  She is a natural blond with what I would call 
Scandinavian features although she is Irish through and through.  There must have been a 
Viking raider or two somewhere in her lineage. She is so bright and fresh looking that it 
draws everyone’s attention every time she enters the room.   Her blue eyes seemed to 
emit light.  Even though she has a dynamite figure with ample breasts, that she enjoys 
revealing with low cut neckline tops and dresses, everyone first looks into her eyes.  They 
are inviting, exciting, and intoxicating.  Her eyes, however, can also be sharp and 
threatening.  She has a way, unlike Mary who will allure you, of commanding you with a 
look; with a stare; with a slight glance. There is no getting away from it.  She is in-charge 
and no one can or would dare to resist her control. She is mindful of her ability to 
dominate men and me in particular, but in keeping with her very warm personality, uses 
her powers sparingly and discretely.  She is the benevolent dictator in our marriage. Most 
people didn’t even notice and would probably be shocked at the controlling aspect of her 
character that seems to contradict her very nature.  But, it exists none the less with its 
largest influence being mainly on me; maybe my entrenched insecurity makes me more 
susceptible to it. 

I am always amazed how other people interact with my wife and take notice of how long 
everyone engages her eyes before dropping their glance to her exciting and always 
viewable cleavage – both men and women.  Funny, but women seem to drop their gaze 
quicker than the men.  I guess they have to check out their competition.  The men, 
however, seem to linger in her gaze as if in a hypnotic trance.  They, like me, become 
easily entrapped by her flirting nature. Her eyes hold onto men as if her hands are pulling 
on their genitals.  This is no exaggeration; I have seen Catholic priests’ who have taken a 
sacred vow of celibacy to God almighty, get entangled in what is obviously carnal reverie 
while staring into her enchanting eyes.  No wonder I have insecurities!

To add to my self-doubts, Philip Gifford is, as the girls say, a hunk.  He has obviously 
been very athletic from the time of his youth.  He is muscular, lean, and trim. He has no 
body fat.  Do you believe it; no body fat.  Of course he is tall at 6’1” - compared to my 
5’8” - and has a full head of wavy hair that he keeps neatly trimmed. He has light wavy 
hair that is more red than blond that he keeps short and neatly trimmed. His skin is very 
light and heavily freckled but tan’s deeply during the summer months. His eyes are blue 
and much darker than Jean’s. They are deep-set and capped by light red-blond brows 
which is the dominant attraction on his face. His facial features are chiseled and angular 
worthy of a male fashion model. It is obvious to everyone by just glancing at the front of 
his pants that he is packing an extra manly tool kit.  

Now you can see why I feel threatened. But, he is an open and friendly guy.  He will give 
you the shirt off of his back which is something I discouraged since I noticed that Jean 
very much enjoys looking at the beautiful Phil when he is shirtless.  One good thing 
about our circumstance is that it forced me to join a gym and get into shape.  I could 
never hope to compete with Phil’s body. I started exercising so much later in life than he 
and our body types are so much different.  His is slim and cut and I am more bulky but, I 
must say, even more muscular as a result of my current weight lifting regimen at the gym.  
With no body fat, he is much more cut than me.  Unfortunately, try as I may, I cannot get 
rid of that thin layer of fat that covers my entire body. Although not by any means what 
you would call fat and certainly not sloppy, I have an overlay of padding that I can’t 
remove even if I starve myself.  Fortunately for me, Jean thinks I look good and even 
complemented me on the recent improvement and showed me her gratitude by becoming 
the seductress rather than the way it use to be with me always having to initiate our love 
making. She frequently treats me to her specialty; cocksucking. Boy, Is she good at it!  
She is very oral and usually brings me to climax in her mouth. She savors my ejaculate as 
if it is a fine wine swirling it about her palate before swallowing. Happily, with all of that 
exercise, I have plenty of stamina.

Well, as our happy lives go on, our friendship with the Gifford’s continues and has 
become stronger and stronger to the point where, as couples, we are always together.  We 
play together and pray together.  We alternate houses were we eat our meals. As to be 
expected among such attractive people, sexual tension has to enter the stage at some point 
and it has. First, it was off-color jokes. But after awhile, the jokes became more and more 
lurid and much more personal. The general atmosphere has been getting very heated. I 
know Jean can get very horny every time we get involved in these couples activities, 
especially when she comes into physical contact with Phil, usually when dancing.  It has 
gotten to the point that I don’t mind the effect he has on her anymore since when we get 
home it always results in hot sweaty sex for us.  

As intimacy grew, we as couples eventually began watching risqué movies together and 
the explicit nature of those escalated rapidly to out-and-out fuck movies. It didn’t take 
long for all pretence of decorum to vanish. Amazingly, it was the women who first broke 
the ice with their comments about the more attractive men in those videos and, more 
specifically, expressions of praise for the largest genitalia.  Becoming more comfortable 
with their open lagnolalia, the girls got more and more involved with what was 
happening on the screen. After a few of these video sessions, the whoops and hollers 
from the girls during the cumshot scenes mellowed into mews and purrs. I know I almost 
came in my pants a few times just listening to the heavy breathing and low moans of the 
girls. I‘m sure it was the same for Phil but I never made eye contact with him at any point 
during these sessions.  In fact, we had an unspoken rule of keeping the lights off and the 
men to always sit with throw-pillows on their laps for obvious reasons. We more or less 
just sat there, Phil and me. But our girls were very active, moving around from chair to 
chair or rolling about the floor. If they sat in one place for any amount of time they often 
squirmed while opening and closing their legs, often rubbing up against us or sliding their 
hands along our inner thighs or up under the pillows. Of course, this was between 
husband and wife only. Mary had a habit of clamping her thighs shut around her two 
hands holding them firmly against those large crotch lips of hers when things got really 
hot in the movies. Jean was much less obvious. 

When people become that close, things begin to happen. The porn movies that Jean and I 
had always watched privately as a couple suddenly threw our sex life into high gear when 
watching them with another couple. Our private bedroom activities became extremely hot 
and full of experimentation.  We assumed that the same was going on in the Gifford’s 
marital bed too so the topic of the Gifford’s amours eventually came to dominate our 
sexual fantasies. We often fantasized about actually watching them going at it. No one 
had done anything too openly during our frequent porn movie get-togethers but the talk 
was getting extremely explicit and the atmosphere was getting hotter and hotter. And, as 
time went on, Jean, during our love-making, started making direct references to Phil and 
how hot he is and eventually mentioned his “package” and wondered what it would feel 
like to experience a man that big. Needless to say, the impact of that fantasy on me was 
like having my mother walk in on me while I was masturbating.  I was barely average in 
the “package” department so the comment went directly to my insecurity. I went soft 
almost immediately but that didn’t stop her violent climax.  Apparently just verbalizing 
this thought drove her to instant rapture.  This was happening more and more frequently.  
The only antidote I had was to think of Mary; after all, turn about is fair play. 

Whenever we would go places together as couples, Jean liked to show off her cleavage 
and Mary, her cameltoe.  Whenever Mary was not wearing a dress, she was displaying it; 
shorts, pants, bathing suits it did not matter.  I have to say, I was more than intrigued. She 
obviously had a large fleshy vulva and by the evidence revealed by some of her sheer 
bathing suits, she had an exceptionally large clitoris.  I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her 
crotch and I was hoping that she was not aware of my fixation. It got to the point that 
while Jean was dreaming of Phil’s big cock stretching her cunt, I was musing visions of 
sucking on Mary’s big clit. I sometimes pictured it looking like penis as some of those 
extremely large clits I enjoy from my porn collection. I was as curious about Mary’s clit 
as Jean was about Phil’s cock. Despite this semi-homoerotic fantasy, I did not think of 
myself as being the least bit gay despite the excitement of thinking big clits were like 
cocks. 

Our couple’s activities were no longer feeling like fantasy but something bordering 
reality since our video session foreplay actually include them or should I say, him 
because Jean’s verbalizations were always about him.  I was acutely aware of why this 
was happening; after all, we are actually within a few feet or sometimes inches of each 
other during the height of our group arousal.  Our sexual banter served to get our juices 
flowing. We only separated as when we were worked up to the point of needing final 
release.  

Now, it had to eventually happen and it did and rather abruptly I must say. Because of 
our growing intimacy, the subject of personal fantasies eventually came out into the open.  
And of all people, the comment came from Phil. One night when we are lounging in their 
den over a couple of bottles of wine, he just blurted out, “Gary, Mary wants to fuck the 
shit out of you.”  

I could have fallen through the floor.  I panicked! I was thinking, “Did Mary mistake my 
staring at her crotch as something more than a cheap thrill for me?”  Clearly I hadn’t been 
as discrete in my peeking, as I thought.  Upon hearing what Phil had said, the first thing I 
did was to look at Jean to see her reaction.  It wasn’t nearly the expression I had 
expected.  It was more like a knowing smile than the abject shock I was expecting.  
Clearly the topic wasn’t new to her and had obviously been discussed by the girls.  This 
inter-couple relationship thing was heading in a dangerous direction and I didn’t know 
what to do.  I was flustered and sat there mute.  The silence was becoming 
uncomfortable.  I felt that I had to come up with a retort that saved both Mary and me 
from this embarrassment.  Then, Mary spoke out and shocked me even more than Phil 
did. Looking directly into my eyes she said,” Yes, I’d like to fuck you right here in the 
den and Phil would just love to shove his big dick up Jeans wet cunt.”  

This was sounding like the girls banter during the porn movies, but there was no video 
on. The lights are on and we guys didn’t have pillows on our laps.

She then went on to say, “Why are you blushing? You’ve been staring at my cunt for 
years now.” 

I was outed!

 “Jean told me how much you want to do it so I figured that if you aren’t going to make 
the first move, I would,” she said and added, “but Phil beat me to it.”

My mind was reeling. I know now that Jean was in on this.  How far has it already gone?  
Has Phil already fucked my Jean?  Am I a cuckold?  What should I do?  What should I 
say?  There was no way I was going to fuck Mary no matter how much I wanted to. I 
loved my wife with my whole heart and soul. I vowed myself to cling to her and her 
alone until we are separated by death. She is my darling, my darling, my life and my 
bride. I am that much in love with her. This was my belief set. It’s the way I was brought 
up. It is required by my religion. I wanted it that way. Or, was it that I wanted Jean to feel 
that way? Was it because of my insecurity?  Did I think it would cause me to lose Jean?  
Or. Was it that I was afraid that Jean would seize the opportunity to live out her fantasy 
with Phil?

Yes! That was it! That was the real reason I was resisting what was happening.
I thought; this can’t be happening. 

Then, another voice broke the silence. It was Jean with a revelation that both shocked me 
and comforted me at the same time.  

She said, “Gary, you know how you described Mary’s cunt in your sex fantasy? Well, it’s 
all that and more.”  She went on to say that she has seen it up close and implied that she 
touched it and tasted it. She also said that Mary has described Phil’s privates to her and 
that she was dying to see them herself. I was relieved that things hadn’t gone as far with 
Phil as I feared - at lease, as of yet.  But, admitting that she has had sex with Mary was an 
unexpected turn on for me. 

Upon hearing what Jean said, Phil jumped up and said, “I can solve that!” and quickly 
dropped his pants to the ground. As you may have guessed, he was cursing commando so 
all of his glory was right there for everyone to see. I was impressed. He was not only big 
but, I have to say, beautiful.  I couldn’t help but stare. I had never seen anything like it, 
not even in the gym.  I have seen plenty of large cocks but I usually thought them ugly.  It 
seems to me that all of the big ones are uncut and me being circumcised, I find foreskin 
revolting and uncomfortable looking.  I can’t imagine having a flap of skin over the head 
of my cock. I think it would be dirty, smelly, and confining. I don’t understand why, with 
all of my prejudice, I was thinking that this one was the most beautiful cock I had ever 
seen or imagined for that matter and it was clearly uncut.  My head was spinning. I went 
from worrying about the possibility of offending Mary to ogling her husband’s naked 
cock right in front of her eyes. But, Phil wasn’t doing all of this for me, he was targeting 
Jean - Jean! I almost forgot about her. I turned to see her staring at that magnificent 
appendage and leaning forward in her seat next to me to get a closer look.  

She excitedly said, “Since you have it out, bring it closer so I can get a better look!” 
Without hesitation, Phil rocketed out of the pants that were piled around his feet, having 
been barefoot to start with, he easily sloughed them off and almost crashed into Jean on 
his way to the couch stopping only inches from her face. She sat back to avoid the 
collision but quickly readjusted to a forward position so close that I am sure she could 
smell his male musk.  

Looking right at it she said, “I wonder how big this thing gets when hard.” 

Phil barked with delight, “Just keep watching and you will see.” 

Then, as if by command, it began to grow. I could see it getting thicker and start to 
straighten up.  Slowly it bounced higher and higher as it was getting thicker and thicker.  
When it got to the point of pointing straight out from his body it began to pulse up and 
down with the beating of his heart.  It was truly magnificent. For the first time in my life, 
I wanted to reach out and touch another man’s dick. I’m sure that Jean did too because 
she looked like she would swoon.  She had to sit back as it grew to avoid it hitting her in 
the face. Her maneuver looked comical since she had to quickly prop her arms behind her 
to stop from falling backward. It ended up with the head of his prick only a fraction of an 
inch from her lips. She looked as if she was about to open her mouth and take it in but 
hesitated long enough for her to remember that I was sitting there watching. Turning to 
me her cheek gently brushed the head of the monster and I am sure that was no accident. 
I could see the wet trail it made from the edge of her mouth nearly to her ear.  She looked 
at me with begging eyes. I know she wanted it and I think I wanted it for her too. But, I 
was catatonic.  I couldn’t talk or even move.  I just stared back into her eyes.  

The moment was broken by Mary who said, “Go ahead and feel it!” 

Jean silently mouthed the words to me, “Can I?” 

I didn’t answer. I just diverted my gaze from her eyes back to his huge cock. She 
apparently took that as a yes and turned her attention back to the cock only this time 
keeping her face just out of its range. She slowly extended her right hand until her fingers 
lightly grazed the side of the behemoth. She cooed, “Ooh this is nice” as she lightly 
caressed his pulsing cock. She just could not resist the temptation and pressed her lips 
slightly forward and briefly and gently kissed the tip. As she pulled her head back, a 
string of viscous fluid that was continuously leaking from it stretched from her lips to his 
penis until the strain from her movement broke it in the middle.  One side dropped along 
Jean’s lower lip and chin.  The other hung from his foreskin swinging back and forth 
until more clear liquid emerged from his cock extending it down to her lap in one 
continuous flowing stream.  As Jean reflexively extended her tongue to clean off her lips, 
Phil’s cock sprang to attention as rapidly as a stallion in heat and ended up at a 45 degree 
angle to his stomach. Now it looked like a pillar of granite. It looked so hard I thought it 
must hurt. This magnificent display made Jean spring into action and she gripped it with 
both hands sliding them to the top, then firmly gripping it she pulled the skin down 
stretching his skin and pulling taut his foreskin in the process thus exposing the engorged 
head. The head was glossy and almost wax-like looking more like a dildo than a human 
cock. This impression was reinforced by its enormous size. I had no idea that a man’s 
cock could be so big. 

Jean, using his leaking juices as a lubricant, began to slide both hands slowly up and 
down this beautiful cock. I was wondering what it would be like to be doing that. My 
cock was as hard as it had ever been in my entire life. I could feel it leaking as the scene 
before me intensified. It only took for jerks for the head of his cock to expand in warning 
for what was to come. Another couple of  strokes were are all it took for Phil to shoot his 
white milky sperm with such violence it hit Jean at her hairline and caromed across the 
top of her head leaving a thick trail of cum on her tightly pulled blond hair. As with every 
other thing about Phil, his cum wasn’t like any normal man’s either.  It was very white 
and thick. It came out with great force in a continuous stream with each pulse. It shot 
through the air looking like a rope in a high arc until it collided with something 
enveloping whatever it hit in thick white cum. The first shot surprising her with its force, 
she raised his cannon so that the second launched high into the air and eventually landed 
on her cheeks and nose. Jean clearly tried to absorb as much of the flow as she could with 
her body rather than squander it on the floor so she quickly readjusted the aim to hit her 
directly in her face causing the jizz to splash all over it and drip to her blouse and slacks. 
I wasn’t sure whether it was to save her clothing or to satisfy her basest cravings but, she 
opened her mouth to receive the fourth shot. I could not believe the amazing volume of 
the emission. I was expecting the volume to trail off but each shot seemed to be more 
massive than the one before. You could not call these spurts. You couldn’t even call them 
shots. The continuous cascade of sperm looked like a stream of white piss going right 
into Jean’s mouth. She obviously enjoyed the sensation because she flashed a broad smile 
with her mouth still wide open displaying the gooey mess on her pearly white teeth. I 
could see the front of her throat contract as she swallowed to try to keep up with the 
barrage but it was of little use. The deluge continued. I lost count in my bewilderment but 
it had to be at least ten of them at full-volume. Jean was drenched.  Her face, hair, neck, 
arms, and just about every place else on the front of her were enrobed in thick white jizz. 
She swallowed and licked but couldn’t even put a dent in the load covering her face. I 
think it was in desperation to stop the onslaught but she finally slipped her cum covered 
lips over his cock head and absorbed everything he had left to unload. The intensity of his 
erection began to diminish when she started to slowly mover her head up and down his 
shaft bring some of his turgidity back. He had been silent thus far but the friction of her 
expert tongue made him gasp and groan out loud. As for me I was actually in pain with 
the hardest erection I ever experienced. 

This was the most erotic sight of my life. In comparison, all of the porn I had ever seen 
was tame. The excitement of every sexual encounter I ever had, if added up, would not 
reach the level of excitement I felt with in watching this scene. Added to this was the 
exquisite pain of being cuckolded. The combination was bringing me to a climax. My 
cock was trapped in my pants at an oblique angle by the constraint of my belt. Jean 
started breathing so hard that cum began leaking from her nose and that very familiar 
moaning arose from low in her chest.  Her moan quickly rose to a shrill and more of the 
slime was forced out of her mouth along his prick. She was building to her own climax 
and just as it hit, so did mine. I could feel every muscle contract each in succession until 
they forcefully ejected my sperm into my pants. No sooner did the first contraction end 
than another one began – followed by another and another.  This was the first time I had 
ever cum without direct stimulation to my penis. This was absolutely the most intense 
orgasm of my life. Even more intense than my first jerk off when I was 12 years old; 
more intense than my first blowjob I’m sorry to admit was when I was 23, and it was 
even more intense than the first time I fucked Jean. 

I was coming out of my trance and began to realize what had just happened. It was not 
just a sex act but the beginning of a new chapter in our sexual lives. I slowly began to 
again recognize things around me that had minutes ago disappeared from my view 
completely, like Mary.  She must have been doing something all of this time but I 
couldn’t tell you what it was. She had not been in my universe which consisted only of 
Phil’s dick and Jean.  Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered - only the raw sex act 
in which my wife and only friend are engaging. Apparently Mary had been encouraging 
their activity based upon the big smile still on her face and what ever it was she was 
saying. Sounds of the expanding universe are coming back only slower than the visual.  
Mary was obviously very happy and moving in close to Jean.  She leaned over and kissed 
Jean on her sperm coated mouth. This was not a quick peck but a long slow open mouth 
kiss that lingered on. Clearly they are exchanging Phil’s fluid. After their lips parted, 
Mary extended her tongue and licked the residual sperm from my only love’s face, 
expertly plowing some of the mess up and into Jean’s open mouth where Jean consumed 
like a desert topping. I heard Mary offer Jean their shower to clean herself off. 

I was by then overcome by humiliation. My wife cheated on me right before my eyes and 
the dominant male, my best friend, conquered my wife while I rolled-over and let it all 
happen. 

Jean was about to accept Mary’s offer of the shower when I abruptly stood up revealing 
even more evidence of my submission by the big wet stain on the front on my khakis. All 
eyes went immediately to my shame evoking a big smile of approval from Jean and 
joking comments from Phil. Mary, sensing my pain, quietly handed me a small towel to 
help me reclaim whatever dignity I could. Covering myself with it I reached out and 
grabbed Jean’s sperm encrusted hand and pulled it away from Phil’s deflating cock. I 
yanked her to her feet but her slime covered hand slipped out of mine leaving me with a 
cum-coated palm. Startled, I quickly and rigorously wiped it off with the towel and 
throwing the towel on the floor; I grabbed Jean by the arm and directed her to the back 
door. At first, she resisted but before she could put up much of a fuss, Mary screamed 
out, “what are you doing? How long have you been sitting there?”

 We all turned in the direction she was looking. What we had all missed was little Katie 
sitting on the steps weeping.

In a crying voice she screamed back to her mom, “What was Auntie Jean doing to 
daddy’s thing?”

Jean’s resistance to leave immediately broke and we scooted out of the door before we 
heard Mary’s answer to the girl. We both felt the world crashing in on all of us now. We 
were feeling like criminals – like fugitives on the run. That innocent girl that we both 
loved like she was our own had witnessed our depravity. What we let… No, what I let 
happen got so far out of hand that we will all now have to deal with the consequences. 
Katie is only 11 years old and she has already witnessed the basest actions of adult 
sexuality. It is tough enough for parents to explain sex to a child but when caught in the 
act, but how do you explain infidelity?  The cat is out of the bag now. I know that Katie 
will never keep this a secret and she will never again be able to look at us in the same 
innocence she had in the past. I fear that the first person she will tell is Brian, her 14 year 
old brother, with whom I have the closest possible relationship. Brian and I are closer to 
each other than he is to his own father.  We do everything together and have a lot of fun 
in the process. I coach his teams and attend all of his school functions.  I take him 
camping on my property up in the mountains where the two of us are building a cabin on 
the lake. I love him like a son and don’t want that to change. But, change it inevitably 
will.

When Jean and I got home, she shucked off all of her clothing and jumped right into the 
shower. I just sat on the end of the bed deep in thought looking at the pile soiled clothes. I 
reached down and snapped up her brief panties after I noticed the wet spot glistening in 
the light that spilled from the open bathroom door. They were soaking wet with her 
juices. I brought them to my nose and inhaled her scent. Unable to resist, I extended my 
tongue to sample the essence of her orgasm. My senses were again thrown into chaos and 
visions of her betrayal flashed before my eyes. I was transported back to that moment; the 
moment of my deepest humiliation. Amazingly, in my mind it was not Jean’s face I was 
envisioning but Phil’s penis. It was as if I had taken Jean’s place. It was my face being 
splooged. It was my mouth receiving his white offering. Looking down to the floor, I 
could see the still wet stains of his cum on her slacks. I picked them up and brought them 
to my face. There was a very slight but unmistakable smell of sperm on them. I pressed 
them to my face and extended my tongue to experience the taste for myself. I wanted 
more, so I sucked as much of his semen through the fabric as it would give up. It wasn’t 
enough. I wanted more. I wanted to feel the thick white liquid on my tongue and swirl it 
around in my mouth like she did. I wanted a stronger taste. I wanted to feel his cum slide 
down my gullet. My penis was again painfully hard.  I stood up; unbuckling my pants 
swiftly dropping them to the floor. With the sperm soaked slacks still crushed to my face, 
I grabbed my dick and with a few short strokes, unloaded my own seed onto the pile of 
Jean’s cloths on the floor. I was lost in passion and I knew right then and there I needed 
more. Where do I go from Here? Where is this taking all of us?

Jean called out from the shower, begging me to come to her. Dutifully, I pealed off the 
rest of my clothes and went into the bathroom. The shower door was only half way shut 
leaving a perfect view of my beautiful naked wife standing there in all of her 
magnificence. Her tall lithe frame was slick with water while the jets from the 
showerhead bounced off of her skin. Her hands were rubbing her face as her forearms 
gently pressed those magnificent breasts together. Turning her head she looked me 
directly in the eyes and said, “Please don’t be mad at me. I thought you are Ok with it. 
Please don’t be mad,” with her face contorted into the saddest puppy dog pout I had ever 
seen.

It must have been my silence that frightened her because I hadn’t said a single word to 
her about what happened since leaving their house. What she was thinking and what she 
was feeling was totally self-imposed. She knew she was in the wrong and was clearly 
feeling guilty. She was now paying for her sin. I kind of envied her since hers was a black 
and white issue. She did what she wanted to do and she probably weighed the 
consequences before deciding to go ahead with it. Knowing me like she does, she 
probably thought I would grant her this freedom rather than lose her. She knew that the 
puppy dog look would make me cave. She knew I would forgive her even before she did 
it.

My understanding of her motives just added to my humiliation since I knew she was 
right. I would do anything and allow her to do anything as long as she didn’t leave me. 
She was my pride and a confirmation of masculinity that I could never generate from 
within. Marrying her was the biggest accomplishment I would ever have. To lose her was 
unthinkable. I had to make it impossible for me to lose her. But, unlike her problem with 
guilt, mine was more complex. I was confronted with my apparent homosexual 
tendencies.  This was something I had never even dreamed about. I hadn’t even had 
youthful experiences in that area. All of my sexual experimentation was heterosexual 
from the very beginning. Why did this suddenly arise? Where did those feelings come 
from? This whole thing excited me on multiple levels. Several of them I had never had to 
deal with before. The abject humiliation I felt was extremely titillating. I really enjoyed 
the fact that my beautiful wife was independently satisfying her sexual needs right before 
my eyes. I had always enjoyed watching her masturbate in front of me and really got off 
when she pleasured herself with the dildo we bought when we are visiting the local adult 
bookstore with the Gifford’s.  I had encouraged her to get one of the larger models but 
stopped her short of the size she apparently really wanted. In retrospect, the largest one 
she wanted was probably smaller than the cock Phil sports. This mental exercise was not 
comforting me because I still could not rationalize my homosexual thoughts.

As I approached the shower, Jean glanced down and said, “I guess you’re not mad at me 
after all.”

I was still sporting a handsome erection bouncing up and down as I walked. Looking 
down I began to smile and said, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Gary. I would never do anything that would destroy what we have 
together. Please forgive me!” she cried. There was that look again.

I still didn’t know what to say. I was probably feeling guiltier than she was since I was 
dealing with the fear of becoming gay. Did I like cocks more than cunts? How could she 
stay with a gay man? She would lose all respect for me and take off.  I just know that she 
would. I had to take some kind of stand on what happened. This was too big an issue for 
the future of our relationship to be swept under the rug. Considering that this was the 
most sexually exciting thing I ever experienced, I doubted that I could suppress the desire 
to repeat it, or should I say, have Jean repeat it. With that thought my erection was getting 
even harder. I knew I wanted to see her do it it again and I knew that it wouldn’t stop 
there. I knew right then and there that what I was about to say would eventually result in 
Jean getting fucked by Phil’s giant cock. I also knew that was just what Jean wanted; 
after all, she openly fantasized about it during our love making for the past two years.  
Who knows how long she fantasized about him before then in silence. The thought of the 
escalating sexual experimentation was pushing me on to another climax. I was just 
hoping that I could hold it back long enough so that Jean thought it was brought about by 
her and not by my own fantasies. Trying to think of the right words was sufficient to calm 
me down enough so that I did not spill my seed before even getting into the shower.

I stepped into the enclosure and slid my arms around my nymph and pulled her tightly to 
me. With the water splashing off of my back, I pressed my lips to hers and pressed my 
erection to her body.  Breaking the kiss, I whispered, “I’m not mad.” 

I lied. I was mad. I was mad at myself for allowing this to happen in the first place. I was 
made at myself because I wanted it to happen again. I was mad at myself because I 
wanted to see Phil’s cock in action. I wanted to see his cock in her mouth again. I wanted 
to see it stretch and fill her beautiful cunt. I wanted to see all of that cum flowing out of 
her pussy. I wanted to see cum in her mouth. I wanted to feel him cum in my mouth. I 
wanted this to go forward as much or more than she did. That was my shame.

I didn’t want to appear eager or even willing so it wouldn’t look like I was pushing her 
into it. If I did that, I think I would end up losing her. I wanted it to appear that I was 
reluctant but that I understood her desires. I was hoping to keep the upper hand in what 
we would end up doing. For the moment, I let the subject drop and proceeded to make 
passionate love to Jean in as fervently as I could. I focused entirely on her pleasure. I 
slowly washed her body and hair. I dabbed her dry and wrapped her in the towel and 
swept her off of her feet and carried her to our bed. I tried to keep my lips in contact with 
some part of her body at all times as I stroked and pawed her. I massage every part of her 
body except for her cunt. That, I was holding for the finale. But, I started losing her. She 
was too relaxed and was drifting off to sleep. I didn’t want her to end the day without us 
making love. In desperation, I said, “Honey that was the most exciting thing I ever saw 
tonight.”

She immediately perked up. “Oh, Gary! Me too, I never thought I would ever see his 
cock, let alone touch it. I just couldn’t resist it once it all started. I just couldn’t stop.”

“I know,” I said, “I can’t really blame you since everything we have been doing with the 
Gifford’s was leading to just what happened.”

Mary rolled on her back and said, “Make love to me, Gary. I want you now more than I 
ever wanted you.”

I slid my body over hers and slowly entered her. Her cunt was wet and tight. It felt like 
the first time we ever made love. 

I pushed slowly into her until I bottomed out against her cervix. This, she liked. In this 
position, I would just apply and release the pressure of my cock against the bottom of her 
uterus. She slowly opened her legs until they are splayed directly perpendicular to her 
frame. It was my most favorite position since it made her open up for the deepest 
penetration. She was doing all of the work. All I had to do was keep up the pressure. She 
then brought her legs closer together and slowly stretched them back out creating a 
feeling for me as if my dick was in a hot whirlpool of sex. I had to very careful, because 
at this point, the rubbing of her cervix on the head of my cock often brought me to a 
violent climax. Bending her legs at the knee was her signal for me to begin pumping her 
with hard thrusts. On queue, I slid my dick back and almost completely out of her vagina 
and then slowly slide it back to the bottom. We had long ago choreographed this carnal 
ballet and practiced it to perfection over the years. Every move was rehearsed and refined 
to the point that we knew each other’s every breath; every moan; every thought. As I 
increased the tempo of my thrusts, I knew it would trigger her verbalizations of fantasy 
and I was not disappointed. She started mumbling that was periodically interrupted by 
grunts and groans followed by a shout of “Ohh, Fuck me!” Then what she was saying 
became more and more clear. 

She yelled in quick succession, “I love his big cock. Ooooohhh!... I want to suck his 
beautiful cock again… I want to fuck it... I want his big cock in my cunt... I want his 
cum...” There was no doubt she was referring to Phil.

With that she started the climb to another big orgasm. These usually lasted quite awhile. I 
never timed them but I’ll bet they approached a minute or more. When it hit, she 
screamed and shouted out all kinds of obscenities. She flailed her legs about and dug her 
nails into my back. Her face scrunched up and her lips pulled into a strained grimace. 
I dumped my load into her as she was at her peak. She was seldom aware of my climax 
because of the usual intensity of her own. Sometimes though, it was my ejaculating that 
would set her off, but not very often.

After particularly hot fuck sessions like this one, we both liked to lay there connected and 
wallow in our juices. She admitted that she liked to feel my weight on her body and how 
my cum leaked down through her ass crack. I could feel her working her kegel muscles 
as she attempted to capture some of the cum in her asshole. I kind of enjoyed the feeling 
of her vagina ejecting my cock as it softened. This event was usually followed with a 
rush of cum from her cunt once it was unplugged. She often giggled because it tickled her 
running down her crack.

A few times she wanted me to eat her out after I came in her but I could never do it. The 
thought of it excited me but seeing all of the slop turned me off before I could get started. 
Well, this was one of those nights for her. She told me that she wasn’t finished and 
wanted me to eat her out. If it wasn’t full of cum, I would never turn her down. I have 
even eaten her out while she was having her period. I was very careful not to get involved 
with her menses but I ate her anyway by concentrating on her clit. This was different. I 
was coming down from my third cum of the night and I was looking at a cunt that was 
covered from hair to hole with sperm. There would be no way of avoiding the slop. She 
started bringing her knees together and spreading them out again in an attempt to get 
something going between her legs. She often did this when fully clothed. It was a signal 
of her sexual frustration. Whenever I saw her sitting back or lying on her back with her 
knees swing in and out, I knew she was working herself up for sex. I have spied on her 
diddling herself after doing the knee thing, thinking I was not around to satisfy her. Or, at 
least I thought she wanted me instead of her fingers. I could be wrong about that. God 
knows what she does when I’m not around.

She always cut me a break on this creampie thing in the past but tonight she was being 
very persistent. She was almost begging me. What am I saying; almost! She was begging 
me. I took another look and saw the aftermath of our fucking. This was what they call an 
angry cunt. It was very swollen and bright red in color. Her vagina was slack and a large 
dollop of sperm was staring back at me from the opening. Her lips were engorged and 
slimy wet with cum. A trail of cum traced her ass crack leading to an impressive pile of 
sperm on the sheet. The pile was still connected to her asshole by a thin string that 
wiggled with each movement of her knees. 

She pleaded, “Gary, I need this!”

More than her plea, it was the vision that came to my mind that was weakening my 
resolve. I was picturing this scene as the aftermath of Phil having fucked her. I was 
picturing her cunt as being just penetrated and full of his sperm. I was thinking of the 
sampling of his sperm that I tasted from Jean’s slacks. It was that last thought, the taste of 
Phil’s cum that pushed me over the edge and I dove right in. I didn’t waste any time 
licking her cunt, I went directly at the sperm. I stuck my tongue into her hole and lapped 
out as much of the nectar that I could pretending it was Phil’s. She must have contracted 
her vagina as my tongue entered because the juice seemed to squirt into my mouth. I was 
surprised at the taste. It was more of a sensation than a taste. It kind of choked me as it hit 
the back of my tongue. It wasn’t a gag sensation as if it was revolting. It was more of a 
tickling sensation. It’s hard to describe. There was definitely some kind of taste but I 
could not identify it. It tasted like nothing else I have ever had in my mouth. I don’t know 
why but I really liked it. I liked everything about it. There was the unusual taste, the 
heady smell, the sensation, and, oh yes, there was the humiliation factor – not to mention 
the homoerotic nature of it. I worked her clit for a while but quickly dropped down to her 
bunghole in the hope that she was able to capture some of the cum in there. Sure enough, 
she had. I worked my tongue into her and tried to gather all remnants of my sperm. I 
pressed harder and harder until her asshole opened wide and accepted my oral probing. 
This was another new sensation for me never having tasted asshole before. Her anal juice 
left my tongue numb and with a bitter aftertaste. I must have been good at it since Jean 
was really getting worked up. But it didn’t take long for the taste of cum to run out. I lost 
interest in rimming when the cum was gone. Then I remembered the pool of cum on the 
bed. How was I going to get away with what I had in mind? I didn’t want her to know 
that I was getting off on eating cum. 
I thought I would create some kind of diversion that would give me an opportunity to 
swoop down on that cum on the sheet. I began using my fingers to work her clit and cunt. 
I pushed on the back of her thigh and rolled her pelvis up high. She grabbed for the back 
of her knees temporarily disengaging me from the action. That was it!  I took the 
opportunity to dip down and suck up the pile of sperm. I’m sure that she heard me but at 
this point, I didn’t much care. The pile had cooled slightly making it semi-disgusting as I 
sucked it through my lips. But, as it piled up in my mouth it warmed and released its 
flavor to every single one of my taste buds. It was sweet, bitter, and salty, all at the same 
time. But, it was the volume of cum that was so exquisite. The feel of that much cum 
swirling in my mouth swept me into ecstasy. I tried to swallow the load and get back to 
work in her cunt but I didn’t figure that it would be so difficult. The sperm was too thick 
and viscous to just go down. I hacked and coughed a bit. I swallowed and swallowed but 
remnants of sperm still coated my mouth and throat. Eventually it stabilized sufficiently 
so I could again breathe normally. I went back to my obligation and brought Jean to a 
tremendous clitoral orgasm.

Coming down, she started to feel some remorse for forcing me to do this and offered an 
apology. I scrambled up the bed climbing over her until we are face to face. She pulled 
her face back from mine and cocked her head in order for her eyes to focus better on my 
face. She cocked her head the other way slightly while trying to understand what she was 
seeing. All of a sudden she started laughing and said, “You look like you went through a 
war!”

I could feel the sperm coating on my cheeks harden. I could feel my cheeks start to blush 
– probably from her noticing all of the sperm on my face. It felt like my skin was reacting 
to the sperm. I jumped up to go and wash it off. I got a good look at myself in the 
bathroom mirror and was shocked. I did look like I went through a war. The sperm was 
crusting over top of my cherry red cheeks. I must be allergic to my own sperm! I washed 
up and returned to the bed to find Jean almost fully asleep. I stood over her absorbing her 
beauty, wondering what was next for us. Now that I wanted things to go forward with 
Phil, was she having the same thoughts? I wasn’t sure where things are going but I 
certainly knew where I wanted them to go.




 
Reversal of Fortune
Chapter 1:  Know Thy Wife
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© Cruiser 2011
