It was getting more difficult to continue with our group erotic relationship because of the 
fear that the Giffords kids would find out. Well, I guess they already knew about it 
considering Katie actually witnessed my wife giving her father a blowjob. We were all 
concerned that they or at least Katie would now be suspicious of us every time we got 
together thinking that Jean is doing her father. I guess she would be close to being right if 
she thought that. That is the very reason that I suggested we go out last weekend rather 
than fool around in one of our homes. If we were over their house, there would be a 
chance that she could see us again and if we were in our house, she would be guessing 
what we were doing. I dont think what we ended up doing last week would ever have 
entered their young minds. Christ! Even I would never have guessed at what we would 
end up doing. I think they would be thinking along the lines of a movie or a restaurant or 
something like that. We would have to continue clandestine outings if we were to 
continue down this road at all.

Judging by the way the girls are talking, I think things will keep going in the same 
direction. All Jean talks about is our adult theater adventure. We have had more sex since 
that night than I have had all this year to date. She tells me that Mary cant stop talking 
about it either and shares her favorite memories with me too. We all must be in a 
perpetual state of sexual arousal. We have become dyed-in-wool hedonists. 
That night of our outing, after we got home, Jean and I went directly to bed but continued 
to talk about all that happened at the bookstore. We got ourselves to such a fevered pitch 
that we worked through our entire sexual repertoire. It ended again with me eating my 
cum from her cunt a second time. Only this time, her fantasy was that it was Phil who 
was fucking her and that I was lapping up his cum (my suspicion was that this was 
always her real fantasy). This made me so hot that I thought I would faint as I swallowed 
my own sperm as we pretended that it was Phils. God it was hot. All through our 
fucking, she was calling out Phils name and describing how his huge cock felt as it 
ripped into her cunt. The part when she described how it felt to have all of that cum 
pumping into her vagina was the kicker. It was at that point that I finally decided that I 
had to see her actually get fucked by him. I wanted to see it up close and personal. I 
wanted to actually eat his cum out of her sloppy pussy. I still wasnt sure that she would 
do it and I didnt know how I was going to arrange for it to happen with me there but I 
was going to try; but what to do about Mary?

Normally, the thought of fucking Mary would be exciting and I would be eager to do it 
but I am so much into this bisexual fantasy that I dont know how to incorporate her into 
it. The thought of her enormous clit is still titillating but I want to focus only on this one 
vision. It only includes Jean, Phil, and me. I dont think I have to worry one minute about 
what Phil will do but first things first; how do I convince Jean?

We have had quite a few nights (and days and mornings) of hot steamy sex with me as a 
surrogate for Phil and this night was no exception only this time as we lay there 
exhausted and with cum all over my face, I said, I think you aught to do it!

She said, Do what?

You knowFuck Phil. I replied.

There was complete silence. It was so quiet that I could hear my heart pounding in my 
chest in anticipation of what she was going to do. The longer the silence went on, the 
more trouble I thought I was in.

After an uncomfortably long time, she said, Only if you stick it in.

I wasnt sure I heard her right and asked hr to repeat it.

She confidently said, Only if you stick his cock in me and hold it while he fucks me and  
cums in me, I want you to eat me out like you have been doing lately. You know eat up 
all of his cum.  

I was thinking this was a trap  she wanted to see if the gay thing would stop me. But, 
would she think that was good that I would do it or bad. How did she ever reach this level 
of perversion? I thought this was a male perversion. Since when do women think like 
this? Did Phil influence her? I didnt know how to answer her. I know this is some kind 
of test. Will I pass or fail? If I agreed, would she think me gay and turn away from me; 
but what if she really wanted me to do that stuff. 

If I agreed, would you do it? I said with as much authority I could muster under the 
circumstances.

In a New York minute! she snapped.

I was surprised at the forcefulness of her answer but it certainly left no doubt about what 
she wanted. So, with that answer I felt that it was safe to agree and said, Ill do it!

Now I felt that it was safe to confide in her about my concern about Mary. With their 
close friendship, maybe she could handle it for me. Now, how do I phrase it so that it 
doesnt sound like I have been planning for this to happen all along?

What about Mary? I said to test the waters.

What do you mean? she asked.

What will she be doing? Do you think she will go along with this? What will she be 
doing if I am tied up with you and Phil? I asked.

I dont know. You can fuck her; I know shes been wanting that as much as I want the 
big one She replied.

She added, Dont worry about it. Ill talk to her and Im sure well come up with 
something.

I had a hard time getting to sleep that night worrying that I went too far. I know deep 
inside that this is very wrong. This is so wrong that I wont even be able to confess it to 
the priest. I will certainly burn in hell for corrupting my beautiful wife. The innocent girl 
I married. Mulling it over time and time again, I began to doubt that I was the aggressor 
and that Eve here might be the ultimate temptress. She was the one that actually broke 
her wedding vow and right before my eyes. She was the one that jumped at the 
opportunity to consummate her relationship with Phil. Maybe Im being manipulated. 
Maybe shes the real pervert. I tossed and turned all night with these thoughts running 
through my head.

I was starting to feel sorry that I got myself into this mess. It was sordid and dirty. I had 
to put a stop to it. I then set about finding a way to put an end to this nasty business. I 
wanted to apply the brakes but was reluctant to bring it up again. It had been several days 
since we made the devils bargain but she hadnt mentioned it. Days turned to weeks and 
weeks turned to months and still nothing. In all of that time, we had been with Mary and 
Phil and the kids almost every weekend and that usually included activities starting on 
Friday night with multiple events through Sunday. We were with them all of the time. A 
number of those occasions included our usual ribald couples nights but nothing rising to 
the level of that adult theater night nor was there any mention or action leading to our 
private little agreement between Jean and me. I was happy that the rate of escalation 
seemed to have backed off a notch or two. We were still playing with fire but managed to 
restrict ourselves to our own matches. 

Then, one night after coming home from work, Jean said, Its all set; were all going to 
Vegas.

I said, Thats a surprise; what brought this on?

She replied, Dont you remember our deal?

Thinking about what she obviously meant for a moment I broke into a cold sweat. Unable 
to deal with it I meekly said, Oh; the deal!

Her announcement hit me like a ton of bricks. Having not heard a peep about it since our 
agreement several months ago, I assumed that it was not real. During the hiatus I had 
convinced myself of the filthy disgusting nature of the proposition and made up my mind 
not to allow Jean to do it. I was not going to allow another man to violate my sweet wife. 
I will not allow it to happen!

My resistance lasted a microsecond. As soon as the thought of her and Phil locked in a 
carnal embrace flashed through my mind I lost my resolve. An uncontrollable thrill went 
through my body. I could feel my cock beginning to swell as I indulged these 
pornographic images in my mind. Waves of sexual excitement cascaded up and down my 
torso leaving me light-headed from the rush. It was back and I was helpless to do 
anything but obey. I am a cuckold and there is no denying it now.

 As I wallowed in my decrepitude, Jean seized the upper hand in our relationship again 
and resumed calling all of the shots. She made all of the travel arrangements, which had 
always been my responsibility in the past. She even took control of our everyday 
activities. She decided where we would go and what we would do. She even started 
telling me what to ware. I was becoming her puppy dog. I got excited every time I saw 
her and couldnt keep my hands off of her. I followed her around just to keep her in my 
sight. I loved the smell of her. But, I jumped when she said jump and I cowered away 
when she got sick of me pawing her. She would scream, Get the hell away from me! I 
was back at her as soon as she was distracted by something else and forgot about my 
annoying behavior. I had never acted like this before and I was disgusted with my own 
actions. This was not me. Although I try to be polite to people and mindful of other 
peoples needs and wants, I thought myself as macho and judging by other peoples 
reactions in return to me, I think others thought of me in that way. What is happening to 
me? Why do I feel this way? 

My self-loathing continued. The trip was all planned and confirmed and everything that 
Jean and, as it turned out, Mary wanted to do was arranged and confirmed without any 
input from me. I found myself standing at the flight gate in the airport feeling more like a 
child with his parents than as the adult male, husband and professional I am. I was just 
following along with everyone. I felt like I was being escorted to boarding school or 
something rather than going on a vacation. I was feeling the excitement of unknown 
expectation o what was going to happen and the fear of the unknown at the same time. I 
must have looked like the lamb being sent to slaughter.

We arrived in Vegas in late morning and went right the Bellagio to check into our suite. I 
was surprised that Jean ordered a single suite for all of us but then remembered why we 
were there. I actually began to shake all over in anticipation of the event. There were two 
bedrooms; one on either side of a large common seating area replete with a large screen 
entertainment center and a fully equipped bar. I usually took the lead whenever we 
traveled but this time, I was the last to enter the room. The girls selected their bedrooms 
and the guys lugged the suitcases into the rooms and threw them on the beds. I could 
hear the girls describing the finer features of the suite with admiration. As they explored 
the suite, I busied myself unpacking and loading up the closet and drawers with our 
clothing. At the bottom of Jeans bag was a collection of brand new silk lingerie. I became 
slightly weak in the knees as held up and examined each and every one of them; picturing 
her wearing them as she freely offers her body and soul to this demon whom we will both 
obediently serve and service his carnal desires. I couldnt get the thought out of my mind 
that she has been preparing herself for this for some time now. She must have spent a lot 
of time searching for and deciding upon just the right vestment to exhibit her sensual 
offering to her god of hedonism. She has been pondering techniques for arousal and 
seduction. 

Knowing her as I do, she was designing and mentally practicing every aspect of foreplay 
she will employ leading to the final act of copulation. The sex act will not end there. She 
will extend the ecstasy far beyond orgasm to a level seldom experienced by mortal men. 
She was a master of the art of lovemaking. Just her flirting is enough to bring most men 
to climax. This time she will she will use all of her skills that were once my sole 
possession and exclusive privilege. She will no longer be my exclusive domain. I know 
that once this is consummated, she will never be satisfied with me again. She will never 
be satisfied by any one man again. I fear but am drawn to the succubus I must succor.

After we settled in to the suite, we decided to explore the town and casinos. We went 
through the shops at the Bellagio and played a few slots. We strolled along the strip 
enduring the heat of the afternoon sun. We watched the pirate show at Treasure Island 
and went up in the Stratosphere Tower and rode that stupid device designed to dump us 
over the side. At least that is what it felt like. That was enough to make a person shit his 
pants. By early evening, we were hungry and decided on Planet Hollywood for dinner. 
Too tired to walk, we got a cab. I was wondering how I was going to last through an 
evening of gambling and drinking since I was just about to collapse from all we had done 
so far. Dinner was slow in coming and far from exceptional but they made up for it with 
sky high prices. I couldnt complain since this is Vegas we are talking about. As we were 
sitting there over bitter coffee and dried out cheesecake, this older couple came over to 
Jean and gave her a couple of tickets to the Blue Man Group with apologies for not 
having enough tickets for all of us. Jean thanked them profusely and offered to pay them 
for the tickets or, at least, buy them dinner and drinks but they excused themselves to go 
back to their rooms saying that they had enough for the day and were too tired to go to 
the show and were happy for someone to be able to use the tickets.

Jean turned back to us and said, How do we decide who gets these? The show doesnt 
start until ten and its only 6:30 now.

I immediately said, It wont be me because I am following the old farts back to the 
hotel; Im bushed.

Jean looked very disappointed at my announcement since I know she wanted to see the 
show.

Pointing at me Mary said, Im with him. I cant walk another step.

Jean said, Well Phil; Looks like its you and me tonight.

Those words made me cringe because I knew that she has other plans for Phil but they 
will now have to wait for another night.

Mary and I hobbled out of the door and grabbed a cab back to the hotel while Jean and 
Phil set out for some drinking and gambling before the show.

My mind was on Jean and what she was doing. She was now out on a date with a stud. 
She hasnt dated in a dozen years and I wondered what she would do. I know when we 
dated; she could really get me worked up. Just the way she moved; the way she walked; 
the cute way she moved her lips when she talked; the way she smiled; the way she 
frowned; everything she did was exciting to watch. I loved her smell. Not her perfume 
but the wonderful scent of her body and the clean fresh smell of her breath. Im sure Phil 
is enraptured by her right now. He is experiencing my Jean while I go back to the room to 
rest. Am I really tired or have I just given up? 

As I leaned back in the seat of the cab, Mary slid close to me and slid her arm under mine 
and placed her head on my shoulder. I havent had a lot of physical contact with this 
beauty and was suddenly feeling remorseful for it. I have been so wrapped up in my own 
circumstance that I had not considered that Mary was on the same side of the cuckold 
equation as I. She was probably hurting as much as I was. I dont know how women deal 
with these types of things. For men, it is a binary equation. Either you get off on the 
humiliation or you live in denial. Women, on the other hand, are much more complex in 
their thinking and look at things more emotionally than sexually. Take Jean: with all of 
her feminine wiles, she held onto me emotionally even when I doubted I could hold on to 
her. Even with what is about to happen, I know she will stay with me. She can separate 
sex and emotion. I get confused between sex and emotion. To her, emotion is her driver 
and sex is her pleasure. To me, sex is pleasure and pleasure is sex.

I looked into Marys beautiful but sad eyes and for the first time, felt her pain. She looked 
at me for a long time and said, Dont you find me attractive?

My heart sank. At that moment the guilt I felt was almost too much to endure. Here was a 
woman that has been nearly as close to me as my wife over the past dozen years or so and 
she doesnt know how I feel about her. I truly love this woman. She is the warmest, 
kindest, gentlest, most loving person I have ever met. She is as beautiful and as sexy as 
my very own wife. I was disappointed in myself again because if I were an alpha male, I 
would have tried to seduce her long ago. The penis envy I felt with her husband took me 
out of the game and instilled such doubt about my virility that I did not even show this 
beautiful creature that I found her appealing or wanted. This is not about me, however, 
this is about someone I love and cherish dearly. I must reach out to help her. I know that 
despite her concurrence with what those two are about to do, she clearly is feeling the 
same pain of rejection as I. Only her pain cannot be alleviated by a vicarious transference 
that I can enjoy as a cuckold male. The cuckolded woman feels the pain of loss. She feels 
a diminishment in the emotion she invested in her relationship. She needs some way of 
replenishing it. She is looking to me for that relief.

I looked deeply into her loving eyes and said, Mary, I do find you attractive. I find you 
beautiful. I love you as much as I love Jean. I wasnt lying.

Her eyes immediately began to tier up. With her lip quivering she said in a very faint 
voice, Thank you.

With that, tiers came to my eyes also. As the first tier rolled down my cheek, I reached 
around her and brought her close to me and squeezed her tightly and affectionately to my 
chest. She quietly sobbed into my shoulder. I held her this way until the doorman at the 
Bellagio opened the cab door for us to get out. I guess this is nothing new to them but it 
certainly is new to me. Mary collected herself as I paid the cabbie and tipped the 
doorman and we walked through the casino on the way to our suite. She was walking 
barefoot carrying her shoes and I was hobbling along with what felt like extensive 
blistering on both of my feet. She kind of stumbled getting into the elevator and I grabbed 
her pulling her tightly to me. I thought she had a look of glee on her face but it was 
probably more one of gratitude than anything else. I leaned into her and gave a quick kiss 
to her lips holding it just slightly longer than a kiss of greeting and pulled my head back 
and our eyes immediately locked in an ardent kind of embrace. I got this sudden surge of 
emotion; something I never felt with anyone before. I wasnt sure what it was. It was 
intense. It was comforting. It was all consuming. I could not break our eye contact. I 
surrendered to it with my whole body, mind, and soul. The elevator stopped at our floor 
but we still remained locked soul to soul. The elevator door opened and after a brief 
pause closed again. Apparently no one had called for the elevator so we just stopped there 
with the doors closed. It was Mary that said, We better open the door or well end up 
back in the lobby again.

Still holding her gaze, I reached out and pushed the button to open the door. I extended 
my arm to hold it open but we didnt move from where we were standing. The door kept 
trying to close but bounced back away from my hand repeatedly. Finally, Mary not 
breaking the stare asked, Are we going to get out of here or stay here all night?  Then, I 
pulled her tightly to me again as I leaned back on the door to keep it open and pressed my 
lips to hers in a way I havent done with anyone for many years. This was a kiss of pure 
unselfish love; a kiss to show her that she was truly loved by me; a kiss with no 
expectations; a kiss of total commitment. Our kiss was joining us soul to soul. In it I 
could feel pure emotion building deep in our hearts. We were as one; unlike anything I 
had ever experienced  not even with Jean. This union was not sexual, it was purely 
emotional. The threat placed over our heads by our spouses created a hunger in each of 
our souls that could only be sated by our ultimate union. I truly never felt this good or 
happy in my entire life and didnt want it to ever stop. After all of the years of avoiding 
physical contact with this woman, I then emotionally and, yes, spiritually closer to her 
than any other person in my life even with Jean. Our union was only broken when 
another couple walked into the elevator right passed us. We didnt even notice that they 
were there until the guy said, I hate to break things up but wouldnt it be better to take 
this into your room?

Startled, we nervously laughed with embarrassment and stepped out of the car. The other 
couple disappeared from view as the doors closed and we were again alone. I slipped my 
arm around her waist and pulled her to my side and we walked toward the suite. Upon 
reaching the door, I opened it with the access card and turning to her bent over, reached 
out and swept her off of her feet. She threw her arms around my neck and held me tightly 
and pressed her head into my shoulder. I leaned to her and placed my face against her 
shiny hair that had the fragrance of flowers. I was tempted to take this into the bedroom 
but felt that it might be a betrayal of her trust so I walked over to one of the overstuffed 
sofas and gently lay her down along its length. I took a seat at her feet and took one in my 
hand and proceeded to massage it. She cooed with that and leaned back to enjoy the 
relief. She said, My feet are filthy but Im too tired to get up to wash them and what 
youre doing feels so good I dont care.

I laughed and said, Do you want me to wash them for you?

I would but I cant get up for you to do it. She said in a sigh.

I stood up, slid my arms under her back and legs and picked her up. This time she just put 
one arm around my neck and leaned back in my arm with the back of her free hand to her 
brow like a 1920s femme fatale. I carried her into one of the bathrooms and set her on 
the edge of the Jacuzzi tub with her feet dangling inside. I looked around and gather some 
supplies and turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. She leaned back looking 
at me while kicking her feet in the little bit of water in the bottom of the tub an said to me 
in a teasing voice, Youre going to get your pants wet.

I just kicked off my shoes, dropped my pants to the floor, and stepped out of them and 
right into the tub. I knelt down, grabbed one of her ankles and brought her foot up to kind 
of tease her. With that she lost her balance, grabbed about to find something to hold onto 
kicking her free leg out in the process. The movement was not overly exaggerated and 
she stabilized herself quickly chuckling at me for my clumsy move. As she did that, my 
attention was drawn to her crotch and that beautiful cameltoe that she was exposing 
brazenly with her newly widened stance. She looked down to confirm the target of my 
eyes and said, See something you like?

I just smiled and went back to the business of washing her feet. She has pretty feet. Her 
nails were painted a dark red and were buffed to a bright shine. The nails on all but her 
big toe were slightly curved down at the tips. The nails on her big toes were perfectly 
shaped and carefully trimmed. You could tell she recently had a pedicure since every nail 
was perfect and her feet were smooth and soft. There wasnt a callous anywhere on her 
feet. I lathered up the foot captured by my left hand and briskly scrubbed the bottom. She 
squirmed and pulled because it tickled so much. I wouldnt let her go and continued 
torturing her until the bottom of that foot was clean. 

I commanded, Give me the other one.

She yelped, No that tickles too much and tried to swing her free leg away from me 
spreading her legs widely in the process. I could see her puffy vulva moving under the 
tight fabric of her shorts. I was imagining a lot more than I could see. I allowed the 
struggle to continue for a long time since I was getting the show of a lifetime. Her 
moving cloth covered cunt was a million times more stimulating than any of the 
pornographic images I had ever seen. To add to the excitement, she was watching me 
watch her. She moved her leg in every possible position and I feigned and attempt to grab 
it. At some point, she slowly brought her leg down and I watched the gap between her 
legs close and reform to an even deeper cameltoe as the motion had pulled the fabric 
deeper into her slot. I was transfixed. I had an ankle in each hand and I was still looking 
between her beautiful legs in a deep erotic reverie. 

She said, Arent you going to do me?

The only thing I could thing of to say was, In a New York minute!

She laughed and said, I mean my foot.

I replied, Yes! Thats what I meant.

To which she said, In your dreams.

I proceeded to repeat the cleaning process on the other foot causing her the same guffaw. 
When her feet were clean, I rubbed them with lotion I got off of the vanity. This made her 
purr. When I finished, she stepped out of the tub and stood in the middle of the room 
stretching and obviously posing for me. She said, I need a shower. Do you want to wash 
the rest of me? and proceeded to remove her top followed by her bra revealing her 
beautiful full breasts. They were larger than Jeans and swung a little when released from 
the bra. They sloped down with a gentle curve that still displayed the fullness of youth. 
Her nipples were large and dark brown and hardened as she massaged her breast enjoying 
the feeling of freedom from their confinement. It wasnt easy to divert my attention from 
those lovely orbs but I did notice that she had a well defined midsection that accentuated 
the size of her breasts. Next, she unbuttoned her shorts and pulled down the zipper. When 
she bent over to slide the shorts over her hips, her breasts swayed to adjust to her 
position. They were absolutely amazing because they didnt lose their shape in the least; 
they just changed position a little bit. She adjusted the waste of her French cut panties 
and she straighten up which accentuated the deep cleft that seemed to be clenching the 
material running between her legs. Her large vulva had captured my full attention and I 
watched its movement as she worked the material at her waistline. Then she stuck her 
thumbs in the waistband on either side of her hips and quickly pushed her panties down 
her thighs as she bent over. Her vulva was reluctant to release the material as it grasped 
and hung on until the panties could stretch no more and they plucked themselves from the 
clasp of the gynic grip. She gracefully rose to reveal all of her feminine charms to my 
view. Despite my longtime fascination with her cameltoe that was now totally revealed to 
me, I could not stop my eyes from inspecting every inch of her sensual body. Her 
physical beauty was far greater than I could have ever anticipated. Her skin was a very 
light shade of brown; almost Mediterranean. It was perfectly flawless without a single 
freckle or mole to mar its beauty. It encased her frame without forming a wrinkle or 
crease. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. It was as if God the almighty finished 
her off with a celestial air brush before he gently placed her here among us flawed 
mortals. I felt unworthy to gaze upon his heavenly artistry. 

She slowly turned to show me the entirety of her beauty. For a moment I could almost 
hear the music as Lara in her red gown turned to show her youthful beauty to Messier 
Komarovsky in Zhivago. My consciousness drifted from appreciation to prurience as I 
realized her intention. By the time she was again facing me her nipples had transformed 
from the large perfectly round brown medallions to two prominent chestnut spires 
projecting mightily from the ends of those gently sloping bosoms. This was probably 
caused by a chill from the air conditioning but I would rather it have been her excitement 
in revealing herself to me. Her narrow waist framed an especially taught abdomen with 
just enough fatty underlayment to keep the skin smooth as it stretched to cover some very 
well developed abs. There wasnt even a hint of childbirth anywhere to be seen. The only 
possible evidence of motherhood could be the little bit of a pooch low on her abdomen 
directly over her uterus. It also looked like the Almighty carved it to further enhance her 
allure. I had briefly forgotten about my long time fixation but now I had a full view of it 
framed by the smooth curving hips that transitioned the hourglass shape above to a pair 
of shapely legs with a graceful sweep that extended an invitation to full access. Now, as I 
examined from a distance, I could clearly see her inner labia having been folded and 
compressed by her tight panties begin to unravel and swell. At the apex of her slit a 
fleshy hood was hiding her slowly expanding clitoris. Once engaged, my eyes seemed 
permanently locked on this target. Somehow I could tell that she was smiling at me. I 
must have looked like a drooling fiend. She rocked her hips slightly which had the effect 
of stiffening her clit and releasing her labia which bloomed from her like the petals of a 
rose. Her clit was now pointing back down her slit and already larger than any I have 
seen in person, and that wasnt too many. My mind was already comparing it to Jeans 
which was rather small compared to this one and this one was just getting started. 

Being tired of standing there, she finally whispered, Love me.

Although barely audible, I took it as a command rather than a request. She wanted to 
share her beauty with me as a reward for replenishing her reserve of amorous emotion. 
She would never have understood what she has done so far was more than I would ever 
have expected. 

Everything from then on was a bonus because the testosterone was taking over and the 
emotional empathy drained. Then it was all hot steamy sex and as filthy and sleazy as I 
could coerce. I stood up to reveal my own prominence straining the front of my Jockeys. 
She gave it a glance and said, Please.

I removed all that I was wearing and stepped out of the tub, walked up to her and 
wrapping my arms around her, pulled her tightly to me and kissed her pouting lips. She 
surrendered to lust as totally as had I. We pressed our flesh together as if to meld as one. 
As we adjusted the grip of our lips on each other, our bodies also adjusted to achieve 
maximum contact; skin to skin. The pressure; the heat; the movement of her body against 
mine caused my penis to release its pre-sex lubricant between us enhancing the sensation 
of our connection. We were as intimate as two people can get without actual penetration. 
Just as we merged with our kiss in the elevator, we were again soul to soul. This was a bit 
disturbing since I have never reached this level of emotional connection with Jean even 
though I know that I truly love her more than anyone else on the face of the earth. What 
is happening? I thought I was never going to have sex with Mary. Ours isnt that kind of 
relationship. I respect her. Shes Jeans friend. Shes Pips and Katies mother. Shes my 
friend; thats all But, thats not all! Here we are pressed tightly together and our 
ultimate union is now unavoidable. Neither of us will stop it. I hope both of us dont 
regret it. 

The fleeting thought of regret raced out of my mind to be replaced with thoughts of 
excitement and pleasure. What can I do next that will not spoil the moment. It seemed 
that we were already at some sort of pinnacle in having intensely passionate feelings like 
I have never before experienced. Phil is the stud, not me. I was afraid that anything more 
I would do could just wreck what we have in this spontaneous tryst of ours. As I was 
beginning to doubt myself, Mary started a low moan deep in her throat. I could feel the 
vibrations in the air she expressed it into my mouth. We were breathing each others 
breath, the very same air in perfect harmony one through the other; from her lungs to 
mine and mine to hers. We were merging. We were becoming one. From that point, my 
brain abandoned all conscious thinking and reverted to primitive mid-brain control. 
Romance has taken a back seat to passion. I slid my penis back and forth across the soft 
warm skin of her abdomen. My body was signaling her uterus to soon expect to be 
deluged by a flood of seed. My hands began to roam over her immaculate skin 
discovering every curve and crevasse.  

Being almost as tall as me, we were standing nearly face to face. My legs, slightly longer 
than hers placed the length of my penis along her lower belly with my balls suspended 
along the crease of her vulva. I could feel her wet gash on my scrotum under the slow 
grinding thrusts of her pelvis, her fluids below and my fluids above. They would soon 
blend in a solution to lubricate the fated penetration of her body.  Her upper torso making 
up the difference in our height gave her large breasts a more appropriate proportion to 
with her long slender waist and full hips placing her nipples just under my Pecs. I could 
feel them pressing against my lower ribs.  She was the first to move, taking her arms 
from around my neck and sliding her hands down along the exposed sides of my chest 
and waist, sliding between our bodies to capture my staff. She squeezed it and gently 
pumped with both of her hands, exciting an even greater flow of my fluid. She moved 
one hand down to caress my balls and pressed the head of my cock firmly into her belly 
with the other hand while she rubbed it back and forth to apply the leakage to as much of 
her stomach as she could.

I slid my hands up and down her back in as sensual of manner I could. When I reached 
the mounds of her buttocks, I squeezed them, increasing the force with every visit. 
Eventually, I pulled at her butt cheeks and could feel her vulva opening as I increased the 
force. I could tell that she had surrendered to me and her passions since the force I was 
beginning to use on her ass must have been painful. She didnt protest or resist. Instead, 
she moaned harder into my mouth and was exhaling harder and harder into my mouth 
with each breath. She abruptly broke our kiss and in one smooth motion, dropped down 
to her knees and took my penis into her worm mouth. Her groans and moans continued to 
get louder. I could now feel their vibrations around my cock. The pleasure was so intense 
that I reflexively launched the initial volley of sperm right down her throat causing her to 
cough and choke. She continued despite her discomfort and captured every one of my 
spurts in her mouth. I usually completed my climax in three or four spurts but I was so 
excited that I pumped out about eight full jets of sperm into her and could feel the more 
cum ooze out after my prostate was too exhausted to pump another. Mary laved all 
remnants of my jizz off of my cock with her spermy tongue after swallowing my full load 
with a loud gulp.  She wasted no time in regaining her feet and pressing her slime 
covered lips to mine in another passionate kiss. We shared whatever cum was left in her 
mouth is an aggressive exchange of our juices. I cock remained erect but not firm enough 
to perform the ultimate act of union. The fervor of her kiss and the taste of cum in my 
mouth were maintaining my inflation but the switch thrown in my brain by my release 
put my cerebrum back in charge and I was now thinking too much about what we were 
doing rather than blindly indulging in the pleasure. I was losing it.

Mary, realizing what was happening, again wrapped her arms around my neck and 
pressed herself closely to me. I could barely hear it but Im sure she said, I love you.

I almost reflexively responded, I love you too but my brain was now back in charge 
and I knew I was not supposed to say that to anyone but Jean so I didnt respond. Funny, 
but I was fully aware that what we had done over the past couple of hours was not sex. It 
was love! It was initiated by, guided by, and caused by pure emotion that made us one. 
From and emotional point of view, I had just gotten closer to Mary than anyone else in 
my entire life and that includes Jean. I love Jean and we have very hot steamy sex 
together but I have never felt like our souls had become one like I just did with Mary. 
After the long pause in which I was analyzing my feelings, I came to a startling 
realization. I did love this woman. I wasnt sure of what it would all mean to our lives but 
I was sure that what I had felt and was now feeling was love.  I put my curled index 
finger under Marys chin, raised her head so that I could look directly into her eyes and 
said, I love you.

I could feel the love in her eyes but she stayed stone-faced for an uncomfortable few 
moments before she spoke. With our eyes still locked, she began to speak through 
trembling lips. I was afraid, for a moment that I had misheard her and she didnt say that 
she loved me. In my panic, I was expecting more mortification but that didnt happen.

Marys eyes began to fill with tears as she said, Ive been painfully in love with you for 
many years. I couldnt say anything because I know how much you love Jean and I lover 
too. I love my husband too. I dont want anything to change in our lives. I want us all to 
be happy, but I have never felt this way with anyone else not even Phil. I feel pure and 
absolute love for you and I feel it equally returned from you. 

Clearly, we were both trapped in something that we didnt intentionally create but 
together had to face. What did this all mean to our not so normal lives? It seemed like this 
was created for us by our spouses who have already engaged in passionate sex right in 
front of us and have somehow coerced and involved us as unwitting participants is their 
pre-announced and long anticipated tryst. As they were out on the town in Las Vegas 
going through the preliminaries, we were heavily engaged in an unplanned carnal affair. 
We were going to engage in the act before they would. It was cosmic justice for those 
two for cuckolding us both.

I again swept her off of her feet and carried her to the bed in which she and her husband 
will later spend the night. We are going to defile that interim marital bed with our illicit 
hot sexual union and dishonor their marriage with a declaration of our love for each 
other. The transitive property of our sin will defile both of our spouses but cuckolding 
Philip will bring me the satisfaction I desperately need.

Mary became very submissive as I laid her down on the bed but not enough to release her 
hold on my neck pulling me down with her and forcing me to awkwardly kneel on the 
mattress and bounce around until I could work my body into a comfortable position 
against her.  We ended up with her on her back and me on my left side with my right leg 
crossed over her right leg. In this position, my now flaccid penis was squashed against 
her hip. Sensing my deflated state, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me passionately 
while slowly rocking her hip into my groin. I took the advantage of our position to begin 
my exploration of her body with my hands. To this point my hands had only felt the 
curve of her back and the firm gentle swell of her behind. Now my right hand was, as a 
result of my graceless tumble next to her, my right hand ended up on her abdomen just 
above her navel.  My instinct was to dive directly to her cunt that I was longing to feel 
but my better judgment told me that the successful journey to a womans vagina must 
always start at her tits. I know that all of my attempts at cunt grabbing with out foreplay 
end up being rejected and lovemaking abruptly halted. So, my hand traveled upward to 
gently caress the bottom and side of her left breast before I bean fingering her nipple. I 
rubbed it and very lightly squeezed it between my index finger and thumb. Under a slight 
twisting motion it contracted and hardened into a firm teat that would satisfy any 
discerning nursing baby, especially the male ones. Baby; hell! What am I talking about 
every man alive would love to get this magnificent nipple in their mouth. So, that is 
exactly what I did. I broke our kiss leaving her lips drenched with our exchange. I moved 
my head swiftly to her breast so as not to crash her mood and trapped her engorged 
nipple between my lips and caressed it with my tongue. This caused her to shriek loudly 
and grab the back of my head while she forced her breast hard to my mouth. She was 
getting verbal in her passion and started voicing her pleasure and directing me to her 
desires. She clearly enjoyed having her nipples sucked; much more than Jean does. My 
left arm was still trapped under her back from our plunge to the bed and it frustrated me 
with my sensuous exploration of her body. I didnt want to pull it out from under her for 
fear of breaking the mood and that it would cause us to separate from this tight embrace. 

My right hand, freed from her breast now dominated by my mouth, seemed to have a 
mind of its own as it began its journey down her smooth abdomen, stopping briefly to 
explore the cleft of her navel and continue down over the little mound of baby fat below 
until I reached the edge of her pubic hair near the gates of heaven. I traced the upper edge 
of her hairy patch with my fingers before advancing to her crease. Even though she 
trimmed her bush, it covered substantially more of her abdomen than Jeans does. The 
hair felt course and thick beneath my fingers and its slick surface facilitated a speedy trip 
to her heated gash. My fingers could feel the swell of her cunt the further down they went 
until plunging into her hot wet canyon. Her lips opened in surrender to my invading 
fingers that were halted by the enormity of her engorged clit. Just the light touch of initial 
contact sent Mary into violent sexual spasms and screams of excitement. She was getting 
so loud that I briefly worried that we could be heard by the guests in the other rooms. 
But, here noise started to stimulate me more and more because it was me whom was 
causing it. It was sort of an aural exhibitionism that was very titillating.

This was something I frequently fantasized but never experienced before; a massive clit. 
My finger could sense the transition from the stretched clitoral hood to the massive body 
of the swollen clitoris. I gently slid my finger to the tip and could feel it pulsing like a 
males penis seeking full distention. I couldnt resist grabbing it between my fingers and 
thumb and sliding them up and down the shaft. To my amazement, it got harder and 
larger  much larger. It really felt like a young boys penis; if I can remember that far 
back to my own little cock. As my fingers reached the tip, I could clearly feel the 
formation of a head just like a penis. This was thrilling me beyond my wildest sexual 
dreams and desires. I had to see this miracle of female genetics. 

I pulled my arm from under Mary and adjusted my position to get a good close up look at 
this unusually large clit. When I finally could see what I was feeling, I became almost 
light-headed with sexual excitement. The first thing I noticed was that her pudenda were 
all proportionately large making the enormous clit, if not normal, comfortable in its 
complementary surroundings. Her very swollen vulva was wedged open by some 
impressively large labia that were stilled rolled between the major lips but sticking out 
like an overstuffed roast beef Taco. Her clit stuck out from the top for at lease two inches 
and was as thick as my little finger. It was pink and slightly curved upward with a 
striking resemblance to a penis. Those large clits I had seen in porn were usually more 
conically shaped and thicker rather than longer. This one stood up in all of its glory 
demanding my attention which I did not hesitate in giving it satisfaction. I leaned in 
close, extended my tongue and gently grazed the underside of the shaft thinking that the 
sensory area would be in the same place as on my cock. I quickly lowered my mouth to 
engulf it and work it with my tongue. It seemed that everything I did to stimulate it gave 
her tremendous pleasure causing her to scream and moan repeatedly with every 
movement of my mouth. Eventually, I settled in on a blowjob-like movement giving 
maximum pressure with my lips as I lightly flicked my tongue against it with each in and 
out motion. After just a few of those, she went into a full catatonic climax announced by 
a jarring scream that had to be heard 36 floors below in the casino. She ended her orgasm 
with a violent shudder throughout her body. Taking my mouth away after she quieted 
down, I was greeted by her labia in full bloom with a river of girl cum flowing between 
them and down o the bedspread. I couldnt resist this invitation either and plunged my 
face into it full on and began to lick up as much of her juices that I could. This opened 
her up so I could see from her vaginal opening down to the brown pucker of her asshole. 
I ran my tongue across both of them repeatedly as I moved my mouth up and down her 
gash trying to avoid her oversensitive clit until it had a chance to recover. I inserted my 
tongue into the source of all of that fluid causing her to renew her moaning. I pressed my 
tongue forcefully toward hr pucker until it finally sprang out of her cunt and planted itself 
firmly over hr asshole. I lightly rimmed her hole and pressed into it.  Her asshole was 
clenched very tightly to prevent my penetration but finally relented to the onslaught and 
released her grip but her hole still would not accept my entry. She probably never 
experienced anal sex considering the size of Phils cock would make it impractical or 
painful. Y jaw was beginning to ache from the effort but my perseverance paid off when 
my tongue finally bust inside to the obvious surprise of Mary. She yelled out, Oh my 
God! and screamed again in a mini-climax similar to the last one causing more of her 
cum juice to flow from her pussy to her asshole and flood my imbedded tongue.

I wasted no time in climbing over her and inserting my penis into her overheated cunt. I 
wasnt at all surprised that I slipped in like a size 9 foot in a size 12 shoe. It was hot and 
very wet but there was little friction between my cock and the walls of her stretched out 
vagina. Years of fucking that horse cock had enlarged this cunt far beyond the usefulness 
of a mortal mans primitive cock ability to satisfy. I could almost detect hr sense of 
disappointment but I pressed on as If I had some kind of mission to fulfill, and I did. My 
mission was to plant my flag of conquest in my rivals realm by sowing my seed in her 
fertile valley. This part of our sin was for me. I slid into her cunt as far as I could and 
moved from side to side to get some kind of friction going. I then began a fucking motion 
that she reacted to with a low moan. I tried different speeds and settled in on a moderate 
one that seemed to elicit the most noise from her and the most sensation for me. We 
fucked like this for quite some time until the feelings began to well up from my balls 
telling me that it was time. I started to grunt as my climax hit and thrust my cock in deep 
with each ejaculation. My climax seemed to kick hers off and she went into a wild 
thrashing orgasm that would have thrown me out of her sloppy quim if she wasnt pulling 
me into her by my ass. I held on for the wildest orgasmic ride of my life lasting many 
times longer than anything I was able to produce with Jean. I was so grateful to Mary for 
the intensity of her reaction to our fuck that I slid down to eat her sperm laden cunt. She 
was king of shocked at what I was doing an attempted to push my face away but I 
persisted. She relented and slowly sunk back down to the bed and to enjoy the feeling. 
Within a few seconds she was there again and broke back into a hard climax only this one 
ended in her crying. I crawled up over her spent body until we were eye to weeping eye. 
Her sobbing was getting harder and I was at a loss as to what to do.

I said, Did I do something to hurt you?

Trying to control her stuttering breathing, she said in a very halting way, No, you were 
just wonderful. Im crying because that was the first time I ever felt loved during sex. 
That was You are You are the best lover I have ever had. No one has ever done the 
things to me that you did. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.

I didnt know what to say. She was clearly confused by what we did and I think I was 
too. Now that the sexual fervor and ardent emotion has waned, I was again thinking about 
my true love Jean; Mary obviously has not gone back to Phil at all. Her love focus has 
been reset by all of this and has formed a new bond with me. I was flattered and 
somewhat sympathetic because I too would have turned that corner if I didnt have to 
work so hard to hold on to Jean all of these years. Marys infatuation with Phil was 
apparently only on his penis whereas my infatuation with Jean was and remains with the 
fact that she would even be with me. She received carnal pleasure in her relationship with 
Phil and his big dick and I received a kind of validation from mine with Jean the 
beautiful. 

Regardless, we were facing a dilemma. Would we do anything about these feelings? 



Reversal of Fortune
Chapter 3:  Getting to Know Her
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 Cruiser 2011
