CHAPTER 17

Although it had been an incredible experience, to listen to such intimate revelations, it had also been very emotional and draining and Colin was glad that there were only two more men to go.
It was clear that the tall figure, who'd replaced the last speaker, was in the grip of fierce emotions as he stood in the circle of light. He had to clear his throat several times before he could start his confession.
“My name is Steve. My wife, Betty, and I have been married for eight years and we have no children though we kept trying. I'm an accountant and she works in publishing as an editor. Last year I left the firm after twelve years to start my own company. I managed to attract a few clients I'd dealt with in my previous job but it wasn't enough so it meant long hours and plenty of hard work and wooing to find new clients. In my zeal to succeed I'm afraid that I lost the plot and neglected Betty. I believe that it was the main reason for what I'm about to describe happening although I'm sure it was more complex than that.
One of her colleagues invited us to a party she was giving on a Saturday night. It was the first time for several months that she and I would be going out. Betty was very excited and bought a new dress. That afternoon I went into the office meaning to do a few hours work but before I realised how late it was it was already nine o'clock. We'd decided to leave the house at eight thirty. Contrite I phoned home and Betty was furious and said she was leaving and it was up to me whether I went or not and she slammed the phone down. It was so unlike her to be so angry and I should have dropped everything and hurried to join her instead I decided to finish what I was doing so it was nearly eleven by the time I arrived at Charlene's house. 
The place was crammed with guests and I couldn't see Betty anywhere. I had a couple of drinks to give me the courage to face my wife then began to look for her. In one of the rooms dancing was taking place. It was packed but most people had formed a circle around a woman who was dancing sinuously to the music. I caught a glimpse of the woman's face and was shocked to see that it was Betty. It couldn't be, I told myself, as I pushed my way through the guests till I had a full view of the woman, over the shoulders of the front row of guests. The music was blaring out as Betty swayed to the beat seeming oblivious to her audience. She was wearing a tiny, pleated, flared skirt and a clinging silk top which was an outfit I'd not seen before. Her unusual clothes made her look like a cheer leader and strangely it suited her and did not make her look cheap though she was too old for the part. 
Though not conventionally pretty my wife's face is intriguing and very sensuous. Her lips are full and that nigh they were bright red and glistening in the light. Her eyes are light green and slanted like a cat's and when she looks straight at you it's almost as if she's trying to hypnotise you. Mind you normally she never looks straight at people because she's rather shy. She was certainly not shy that evening as she swayed to the music in front of all those people. With those cat's eyes she looked at the people circling her as if daring them to look away. She's slim though very curvy. Standing still for a moment she arched her sinuous back and shook her shoulders making her pointed breasts bounce provocatively beneath her clinging top then wiggled her hips with her full buttocks rolling wildly causing her short skirt to swirl up exposing all of her shapely legs and revealing the very brief g-string which hugged her sex mound like a second skin but left her quivering buttocks completely exposed. She wasn't wearing tights or stockings.
I could hardly believe that this was my wife who was acting in such a provocative manner. The woman who'd shared my life for the last eight years was shy and had always worn baggy clothes to hide her curvy body but the woman in front of my eyes was an alluring siren revelling being the centre of attention.
Betty unbuttoned her top and slowly slipped it off exposing the deep cleavage between her lovely breasts and the quivering globes which were barely contained by a miniscule bra which I'd never seen before. I wondered when she'd gone shopping for these new clothes if she'd planned this and later discovered that she'd bought them in an attempt to revive our flagging love life but had never had a chance to use them because of my stupidity.
Every time her body moved the upper slopes of her milky-white breasts rippled and seemed to be on the verge of escaping the cups. Actually one of her nipples was peeking over the rim of the cup like an inquisitive puppy's nose. The short skirt was the next item of clothing she shed which left her wearing only the tiny bra and g-string and her high heels which emphasised the shapeliness of her long legs and caused her bottom to pout out. Although I'd seen her naked many times I'd never realised just how sexy my wife was till I saw her that evening because like the rest of the men watching I could not tear my eyes away from the nearly naked and so shapely body being displayed so shockingly.
Wrapped up own her own world Betty continued to dance sinuously and her body swayed and shimmied like the feline movements of a large cat and it was extremely sensual. When younger she'd trained for the ballet, until she grew too tall, and it showed as she moved around the ring formed by the other guests. She lifted her right leg all the way upward, parallel to her body with the foot above her head, which caused the thong and tiny triangle of material of her g-string to almost disappear inside her sex cleft. The pubic lips framed the gusset until it was almost invisible and clumps of her profuse pubic hair made the exposure appear even more obscene. The guests, well mostly the men, shouted and clapped calling out for her to get rid of the rest of her outfit.
Betty seemed to be in her own world as she twirled around. She repeated the lewd movement by lifting her other leg all the way up before coming down in an effortless spilt and holding the pose for a little while before rising to her feet. Still keeping to the beat she reached behind her back and undid the hook and held the bra against her breasts as she wriggled her shoulders before flipping the garment off in a dramatic gesture thus exposing her naked breasts. The large, red nipples were very erect as if she was aroused by the public display of her body. 
I was still finding it hard to recognise my shy bride in the vamp who was so lewdly displaying her body to the other guests.
Betty arched her back which pushed her naked breasts even further out and shimmied her shoulders causing them to swing wildly as she spun around in a circle. She paused and leant forward from the waist so that her breasts dangled. I don't know if she'd realised it but it had brought her body within reach of the guests and a man, bolder than the others, reached out to stroke her jiggling breasts. She saw him and just before his hand could cup her boob she skilfully dodged his hand then swung her hips and rotated her body lewdly as if daring him to try again. I looked at her face and saw that she was obviously in the grip of an exhibitionist fever. Provocatively and slowly she lowered her g-string, inch by inch down her quivering thighs until it was left lying on the floor then she stepped out of it and stood there with legs apart, shimmying her shoulders to make her round breasts dance lewdly. Her stance exposed her heavily furred sex mound in its full glory. The twin lips of her sex were slowly parting exposing a glimpse of the vivid flesh inside which was glistening wetly. She spun right around so that she was facing away from me then bent forward from the waist and, reaching behind, her clasped her buttocks in both hands and pulled them wide apart so that I and anybody else looking could see her bum hole and her open pussy clearly though it only lasted for a brief moment. 
The sight is etched in my memory.
The room erupted with cheering and clapping. You could feel the sexual tension her lewd exhibition had sparked in the men. Suddenly as if she'd come to her senses and realised what she'd done she grabbed her clothes and pushed her way through the guests and hurried up the stairs.
I was stunned by Betty's lewd exhibition and in need of a drink so fought my way to the bar and poured myself a stiff scotch. The image of my normally shy wife juxtaposed with the sexy vamp I'd seen flaunting her body in such an obscene manner just didn't match up and had me flummoxed. Thankfully no one took any notice of me as hardly anybody there knew me so they did not connect me with Betty. People resumed dancing. Two men collared me and went on and on about how sexy Betty's dance had been and asked whether I thought she was the cabaret. Twenty minutes or so later I managed to extricate myself and put the glass down to search for Betty. She wasn't in the bathroom or in any of the bedrooms on the first floor. I climbed to the second floor and saw that a door was partly opened and that light was spilling into the passage. The carpet was very thick absorbing any sound as I approached the door and peeked in. 
I was truly shocked by what I saw. 
Carl, the husband of the woman giving the party, was sitting on the edge of the bed stark naked and his extremely large penis like a flagpole made of flesh was sticking up from his groin. A bead of love juice trembled on the very tip. It's funny that at times like that your eyes take in the smallest details. I even mentally compared the size of his erection to mine and his was definitely bigger.
The woman who'd I'd always thought as being timid and shy was down on her knees in front of him still stark naked. Her bottom was bright red and displayed fingerprints and I figured that he'd just spanked her and who could blame him after she'd put on such an obscene display. While I applauded his old fashioned ideas that a woman should be punished if behaving badly I was shocked that she was kneeling between his spread legs stroking his prick like a dutiful slave. One of her hands was stroking up and down the thick stalk while her other hand was cupping his large balls.
I almost blacked out from shock and rage hardly believing that it was my wife who was acting so obscenely...it couldn't be!
'I'm so sorry, Carl. I don't know what came over me and you were right to punish me and I'll do anything you want to show how contrite I am. Your...thing is so big and hard. I've never seen one as big as this before. How can Charlene cope with this, Carl, she'd so tiny?' Betty exclaimed as she pumped her hand up and down the large prick and stared at it as if mesmerised. The man's cock was at least two inches longer than mine and much thicker.
'Leave my wife out of this and suck it, bitch!' Carl said in a gruff voice. 'Don't piss around, put your lips around it and suck it and you'll soon find out just how you also can take it! How dare you disrupt my party like that? Don't think that a spanking is enough to make up for your disgusting behaviour, there's worse to come, Bitch!''
At that moment I hated him but had to admire his confidence. His ego is as huge as his cock. I was still in shock and rooted to the spot hardly believing that my wife would comply as sucking cock had always been something she did not like doing so we'd seldom done it. Imagine my horror when Betty leant forward and started to use her tongue over the domed head like a kitten lapping up cream. She stroked her tongue repeatedly over the knob and judging from the expression on her face liked doing it. She collected beads of clear liquid from the slit and transferred them to her mouth as if it was ambrosia. 
I watched without blinking. I felt dizzy and had to lean against the door post as I watched my wife's tongue licking over and under the domed head of another man's cock, with great relish. Up to that fateful moment I'd firmly believed that I'd satisfied all her sexual needs and that she'd never even thought about straying. How wrong can one be because it was obvious that she was searching for something I couldn't or was too stupid to give her. Watching her licking Carl's cock like a slut was shocking and hurtful and I tried to make myself believe that it wasn't happening. I realised that we didn't make love as often now as we had when we'd first got married but Betty had never complained or shown any inkling that she wanted more or that I didn't satisfy her. Emotions of despair and horror, rage and self pity chased each other through my shocked brain as I watched Betty passionately licking Carl's cock.
Her hands rested on the man's thighs as she bent over his cock and from where I stood I could clearly see her swirling her tongue over the bulging head as he stroked his fingers along her cheeks as if to encourage her to suck even more of his hard cock inside her mouth. Betty responded by taking the top all the way into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on his massive cock so that her stretched lips moved slowly along the shaft, as if she wanted to savour every tiny nuance. Seeing Betty doing it so eagerly and fairly easily was a huge shock and added to my sense of despair.
Maybe it was guilt which kept me rooted to the spot instead of barging in and confronting them.
'My dear Betty you're a born cocksucker. I love the way you use your tongue! You're a whore, at heart, no wonder you put on such a lewd display but it doesn't let you off the hook!' Carl said as he looked down and watched the head of his cock disappear into my wife's mouth. 
With both hands Betty grasped the thick stem, locking her fingers around it, and pumped them up and down with the help of the drooling saliva which was dribbling down from her mouth as she sucked on the knob so hard that I could see her cheeks hollowing.
Still feeling distraught by what I was seeing and the conclusions it led to I nevertheless and strangely also became very aroused! 
I'd never seen two people making love before and the lewd sight of my wife’s mouth crammed full with a man's huge cock turned me on. I felt my cock throbbing like mad. Some precome fluid oozed out of the slit and made the front of my boxer shorts damp and sticky. Despite my misgivings I needed to touch myself and I undid my zip. Shivering all over I slipped my right hand inside the aperture and as soon as my fingers clasped the shaft of my cock I began stroking. I couldn't remember the last time I'd done anything like that but it felt good to stroke the fleshy pole between my fingers as I watched my woman making love with another man.
Betty lifted her mouth off Carl's cock and settled back on her heels but still kept hold of it with both hands starring at it as if wanting to commit the sight to memory. 
'Your penis is so big and so hard, it's so much bigger than my husband's and it kind of scares me! I don't know if I could take anything that big inside me without hurting.' She whispered loudly.
'You'll love it and I want your cunt down on it, now!' Carl growled as Betty's fingers squeezed the thick stalk causing another globule of clear liquid to pop out of the small slit in the head.
She smiled nervously. 
I'd never been so forceful with her but she seemed to like him ordering her around as if it took away the element of guilt. She stood up, breathing hard and I could see that she was both aroused and scared. 
'I'm going to fuck the arse off you! I've put up with your cockteasing for all this time and now you're going to get what's coming to you! I'm going to ram my cock into your cunt until it comes out your arse and you're going to scream for more!'
There was still time for me to stop them!
Carl had grabbed his saliva-coated cock in his fist and was stroking it as his eyes ranged over my wife's naked body as she moved closer. He reached out with his free hand and stroked her sex mound, kneading and rubbing the puffy flesh and my wife closed her eyes and I saw an expression of ecstasy on her face. She bent from the waist and placed her hands on his naked thighs and opening her lips wide sucked the swollen head of his cock back into her mouth. Her lips were completely stretched around the head of the massive cock as her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Moving her lips down the shaft she gulped the head to the back of her throat taking almost half his cock into her mouth. 
I stared in disbelief, my heart beating wildly, as she continued trying to get even more in. It was clear that my wife was acting of her own accord and wanted to suck Carl's cock! 
I was trembling as if I was in the grip of a high fever and tried to catch my breath while continuing watching and moving my fingers up and down my stiff cock. I wasn't even thinking about breaking them up as faster and faster my fingers slipped up and down the shaft until I felt a tingle of bliss in my balls grow into a ferocious blaze. I went rigid and shuddered as my climax exploded and drenched my hand. I stifled a grunt by biting on the back of my free hand. While climaxing my eyes had been closed but when I opened them again I saw that Betty had moved her mouth away from Carl's erect cock, leaving it jerking wildly and glistening wetly from her saliva. 
Carl pulled her to him. Her legs went on either side of his thighs so that she was straddling him as he buried his face between her tits, kissing, licking and sucking the ivory flesh then the tips. He held each breast in turn in both hands as he slipped his lips round the nipple so that he could suck it deep into his mouth. My wife was shivering with pleasure and without being told reached down and grasped his towering cock and held it upright as she slowly sat down. She guided the tip between her fleshy pussy lips and took almost half of the huge cock inside herself in one go. She groaned loudly as the thick mast of flesh speared deep inside her. I wondered whether she'd overestimated her capacity to take such a large cock into her and that it was seriously hurting her but my doubts were soon dismissed.
'Oooohhh, Carl, It's so biiigg!' Betty gasped as his thick cock pierced deeper into her descending pussy. 'I feel so full! It's bloody marvellous! I love your big...ccc...cock it's stretching me so beautifully!. Please, my darling man, fuck me! Fuck me hard!'
My wife never uses bad words and to hear her begging another man to screw her so obscenely terrified me. 
Who was this woman? 
Surely it was a twin I'd not known about!
'I'm not your darling man! I'm your master, bitch!' Carl snarled as his hands kneaded her plump buttocks as she rotated her bottom and undulated her pussy up and down his solid cock. 
His fingers left bright red fingerprints glowing on the ivory flesh and intensified the marks of the spanking. Although her bottom must have felt as if it was on fire Betty wriggled and swirled it down, taking the rigid pole of flesh all the way into her pussy until their pubic hair became entangled. Her head had fallen back, her hands were gripping his shoulders, and her chest was arched forward so that he could continue sucking on her nipples while they screwed. I saw his teeth close around the nipple. Pain made her face ugly before it smoothed as it was replaced by an expression of ecstasy.
My cock began throbbing as once again I was invaded by that glorious sensation which started in my toes and shot through me like a thunderbolt. My entire body shook and quaked as I watched my wife being skewered by another man's huge cock. I was so weak that I had to lean against the wall for support. My head was spinning and I felt as if I didn't have a bone in my body. I could feel a trickle of spunk trickling slowly along my balls. The last time I'd managed to repeat was when I was twenty yet now I was ready to go again and it was because I was watching my wife screwing another man. What kind of perverted man does that make me, I asked myself.
Betty lifted herself off the upright length of the huge cock. I quivered, with arousal as I saw that the shaft was coated with beads of her milky love juice. She bent from the waist and slipped her lips down the stalk and licked off her own juices. She'd never done anything like it before and I was stunned! How could she do something like that, I asked myself, she'd never even tasted her juice from my finger. 
Betty licked her lips as she lay back on the bed looking very sexy and desirable. She opened her arms in that age-old female invitation. Carl lay down beside her with his erect cock projecting from his groin like a flagpole. He grabbed and kneaded her breasts, tweaking the erect nipples before nipping them with his teeth. She reached down and gently cupped his testicles before grabbing his cock with one hand and pumping her fingers strongly up and down the fleshy column as she leaned over and swiped her tongue across the top of the bulging head to collect his lubrication. He was heaving his bottom off the bed as she masturbated his cock with her mouth and hands. My wife lifted her body over his and straddling him on all fours screwed her pussy down on top of the thick upstanding cock and took it deep inside her as she ground and rotated her bottom. Carl heaved his hips and rammed his hard cock even further into her pussy and it was such a long one that the head must have been pressing hard against her womb so it was no wonder that she was shaking like a leaf
'Fuck me! Oh God fill me up! Fill my cunt with spunk!' She shrieked as she continued heaving her pussy up and down the hard cock.
I watched the wildness of her movements with jealousy twisting my stomach. Her rounded buttocks moved up and down and she undulated her hips as she screwed her pussy along the full length of his erect cock while I continued to use my fingers to keep my cock rigid as I watched them. I was filled with lust and wild rapture at the same time as being tortured by jealousy.
I heard Betty gasp as she moved her stretched pussy up and down the large cock and thick, creamy juices dribbled down the stem each time she lifted herself up so that only the head of his penis stayed wedged inside. The slimy cream was forming a pool in his pubic hair before dribbling down onto his balls. My wife was gasping, panting and moaning loudly. Her sinuous body glistened with a sheen of perspiration as she continued to do all the work heaving herself up and down his erect pole while he lay back and kneaded her bouncing tits using his thumbs to strum the prominent pink nipples very hard as he fingered the pliant flesh. She didn't seem to mind the pain.
 Betty's body shook and trembled accompanied by swooping cries of delight as she rode his cock like a bronco rider. Her eyes rolled back beneath their eyelids as she climaxed and only his hands gripping her breasts kept her from toppling off. She froze with his huge prick engulfed to the hilt inside her pussy and her entire body was taut like a bow as she held her breath before she screamed. Her body shuddered from head to toes as if she was receiving a massive electric shock. Carl grunted as his bottom left the bed so that his body formed a bridge supporting Betty's body and I realised that he was spurting his sperm deep inside her pussy.  
Another man was filling my wife's sex with his sperm and the thought immediately brought me to the brink of another orgasm. I felt the bubble grow and explode and ecstasy whipped through me as I climaxed, even stronger than before. My legs felt like jelly and I slipped down the wall till I was sitting on the floor, weak and gasping for air with my hand drenched with sperm. I crawled slowly down the passage on my hands and knees unable to lift myself to my feet and slipped into the adjoining bathroom. I could hear the sound of flesh meeting flesh and realised that Carl must once again be smacking my wife's bottom. Thoughts and emotions whirled round and round in my head as I tried to get some grip over my emotions. I'd found out that my wife could be a slut and had cheated on me and what made it worse was that I got turned on watching her making love to another man. I thought about what had happened, the way she'd ridden so wildly on his large cock and the way I'd climaxed twice as I watched them making love and had to admit to myself that I was excited about what I'd discovered. I was also jealous that he could have satisfied her so easily. 
It was obvious that Carl liked a woman to be submissive and that my wife liked being dominated. 
I felt all sticky and decided to have a wash so I undressed. Betty barged into the bathroom. She was stark naked and I could see spunk dripping out of her sex and hanging between her legs in long silvery strands, swinging back and forth as she moved. I could smell the heady aroma of sex as my eyes darted from her jiggling boobs to her dripping sex. Without saying a word my wife shut the door and we were alone, fully naked in the small space of the bathroom. 
Betty started whispering, calling me names, saying I was a pervert, a sick voyeur and other such vile things and asked whether I'd enjoy watching another man using her body for his perverted pleasures. Her tirade pre-empted the scolding I was about to deliver. I would normally have been shattered and humiliated by her tongue lashing but she was holding my cock in her hand at the same time and stroking her fist up and down it energetically. She sat down on the toilet with her legs far apart and began to pee and a mixture of sperm and urine cascaded into the bowl. She made no effort to hide it from me but actually sat right on the edge so that I would be able to see everything clearly. A long silvery strand of sex juice hung from her pussy, being battered by the golden waterfall until it broke off and splashed down in the bowl and it was immediately replaced by another. It was such a sexy sight that my cock leapt in her grasp and sticky precome dripped into her palm which she smeared over my knob almost causing me to come from the delicious friction. She said that since I was such a wanker I might as well do it in front of her. I shook my head and she asked me if I'd rather she went back to Carl. I realised that she had the upper hand and that I'd better do what she wanted. I spat in my hand and using my saliva to lubricate my action moved my hand up and down the shaft causing the swollen head to dance only inches from her face.
My wife spread her legs even wider apart as she leant back and started to finger-fuck herself with three bunched fingers. I could hear the squelching sounds, echoing in the small room, as she stared at my hand whipping up and down my pulsing tool. She was licking her lips hungrily but when I made a move to push my cockhead against her mouth, she sharply told me not to do it so I stayed where I was, pounding my hand up and down my shaft. I felt the growing tingle in my balls as I watched her sliding fingers slurping in and out of her twat, in harmony with my pumping hand. Her fingers were covered in a mixture of her lover's spunk and her love juices. I reached the point of no return. My hand moved faster as I felt those first spasms grip my cock and balls. She also speeded up her stroking. Her fingers were blurred as they pounded in and out of her spunky cunt. Her eyes were semi closed and her mouth was open as she sucked in air. Hunching my hips forward I aimed my cock at her open mouth. Before she could duck I shot my spunk all over her face. Some of it landed in her open mouth, some on her chin and the rest in her hair. Even though I'd already come I seemed to have gallons of the stuff and it coated her face before I'd finished coming. It was only when I was coming down from my peak that I realised that she was in the throes of a huge orgasm. Her entire hand was completely buried inside her cunt and pussy juice was forming a collar around her wrist.
I expected her to be furious, because I'd sprayed her face with spunk, but she stunned me by sticking her tongue out and gathering up the viscous liquid, which was dripping from the end of her nose, to transfer it to her mouth. By this time I was slumped against the wall still holding my cock even though it had lost its hardness.
She stood up and made me sit on the edge of the bathtub then, before I realised what she was doing, she pushed her pussy against my mouth. I opened my lips, to protest, but no sound came out as a blend of spunk, love juice and urine filled my mouth. In a harsh voice she told me to use my tongue to clean her up. Meekly I did as she'd ordered. When I'd finished she washed her face then left the bathroom, without saying another word.
I washed and urinated. Cautiously I opened the adjoining door to the bedroom and peeked in. 
Carl and Betty were both still naked. She was on all fours, with her bottom in the air, and he was using a ruler on her bottom. She made no efforts to escape the punishment. Her bottom looked red raw by the time he'd finished. She kissed the ruler and thanked him for being so good as showing her the error of her ways then she stood up and plastered her body against his. She kissed him hard then broke free, from the embrace. Her conical breasts bounced and wobbled, the red nipples protruding like bullets. She held out her arms to the man and he moved into her embrace. He grabbed her around the waist as he plastered his mouth against hers again. They were sideways, to me, so that I could see her hand closing around his erect prick. 
As much as I hated him I had to grudgingly admire his ability to recover so quickly. 
Without stopping kissing she moved her hips back and raised herself up on tiptoes. He bent his knees and his hands cupped the cheeks of her bottom and lifted her off the floor. She fitted his prick between her legs. They'd left the light on so that I could clearly see the crimson sex lips parting as the bloated head of his large prick slipped slowly into her vagina.
Although I was still distraught I could feel my cock begin to throb in response to the sight of her pussy absorbing his prick, and felt an urge to stroke it again. I was still angry but somehow I couldn't translate that anger into action.
Carl held her firm as he bent his knees so that she could lower her pussy slowly over his erect prick.  Not blinking, in case I missed anything, I watched the crinkled lips clasp the shaft as slowly they slipped downward as if they were sucking it inward. Down the lips slid until they were clinging around the root of the shaft like pink flower petals. Her firm buttocks tightened, in his hands, as he lifted her up again. Her back arched. I could see that his cock had come all the way out of her pussy and the head was now poised at the entrance of her anus. I don't know if she knew what he intended doing but she was in no position to resist as he pulled her down, once again. The tiny hole resisted then reluctantly opened to swallow his hard prick to the hilt. Betty was biting down on his shoulder, no doubt to stifle a scream of agony. Her slim arms were wrapped around his shoulders and her legs were wound around his muscular waist. Her mouth was opening and closing as if she was silently screaming. 
He settled into a steady rhythm and pumped her rectum up and down his swollen prick, as if it was his hand. I could see the muscles in his arms flexing and bulging as they supported all her weight. Her tummy was bouncing against his flat stomach as her wobbling breasts rose to meet his face. I could see their shining sweat mingling in heated passion. He lowered his head, to suck one of the protruding nipples into his mouth, as he raised her. His legs were spread wide apart to form steady columns to support her weight.
Jealousy and arousal were gripping my body. He was doing something to her that I'd always wanted to do but had never been allowed to do.
Betty's head was twisting from side to side so that her hair was flaying his torso as their screwing became more frenzied. I thought that I could hear sounds of moaning and groaning, coming from her throat and it was clear that her orgasm must be building up inside her vagina, rising very slowly but relentlessly. The gleaming wet prick sliced steadily in and out of her bottom as she churned her hips, from side to side, adding another dimension to the in and out friction. It was clear that ecstasy was overtaking both of them.
I focused on my wife's face and saw that her eyes were staring over his shoulder, wild and frantic and unseeing. She bit on her lower lip then her mouth formed an oval and I heard her scream. 
She's climaxing now! I thought, as a painful emotional ache swept through me as I saw my wife quiver spasmodically in the throes of an orgasm.
His back and forth motions gained speed and again she screamed as his erect penis shot up her bum and stayed wedged in there. Cream started to ooze out of her anus to splatter over their thighs. Some of it dropped down to the carpet. It was clear that he'd come inside her again. Betty was clinging to his shoulders as he shot the last of his sperm inside her. He staggered back. I could see that his legs were trembling as he lowered her to her feet. Her legs seemed unable to support her and he caught her in his arms. They both slid down onto the bed and lay in each other arms, their eyes closed, as they regained their breath.
Somehow I couldn't tear myself away and stayed crouched looking through the gap. I noticed that they were moving again. 
Carl slowly raised himself and parted her wet thighs. His face slipped between her spread legs and I saw his mouth tracing patterns on the tender flesh just below her crotch before inching higher and higher until his lips were poised centimetres from her pussy.  The inner flesh was fully exposed and the tip of his tongue darted out and slid along the groove between her plump lips. Betty was sobbing, urging him on. His long tongue plunged into her wetness and she whimpered in ecstasy as he buried his mouth against her slippery pussy. He used his fingers to spread her pussy lips wide open, as his tongue speared deep into her hole. He was sucking, nibbling and licking up the creamy flow as her hands gripped his head. Her body was twisting on the bed, seemingly out of control, with pure passion. 
Her big nipples were bulging with excitement as she gripped them between her fingers and started nipping and pinching them mercilessly. She squeezed them together and her long tapering fingers scratched and tore at the engorged teats, teasing them into an even more swollen state. Her mouth was open and I could just  make out noises, like an animal in pain, issuing from her lips. He wrapped his arms tightly around her naked buttocks as he shoved his sweating, love juice-covered face even deeper into the liquid heat of her squirming pussy.  Her lovely face was contorted with passion, her eyes fluttering open then closing as she bit her lower lip. She was squirming wildly, her fingers still torturing her nipples fiercely. His hands were kneading her naked buttocks and I could see his fingertips pressing deep into the resilient flesh as he licked and sucked the pussy.
Suddenly he moved back onto his heels and stared at her open, gaping pussy. I could see that it was open and that the inner flesh was liberally dotted with pearls of whitish liquid some of which was dribbling out and trickling between her buttocks. His tongue, like a slippery snake, was lapping along the swollen crimson flesh, darting against the pearl of her clitoris, which was fully exposed at the top of her pussy. His tongue and lips kept sucking and slurping and the flow of thick white juices increased, even though he was swallowing it as fast as he could.
I was in the grip of fierce jealous and was very miserable. At the same time I was also very aroused and angry that the woman I loved was allowing those things to be done to her. 
His lips, and chin, were covered with the gooey cream while the pink tip of his tongue continued to tease the swollen clit-bud with darting jabs. Now and then his tongue curled around the bud. Betty arched up her body in a arc of pure pleasure as the man worked steadily on her pussy, which was dark crimson from arousal. Her legs were locked around his head and she seemed to be smothering him with her pussy flesh. 
Then she screamed!
Her body seemed to leap up, as if jolted by a powerful current of electricity, as she thrust her hips up so violently that she almost knocked him backwards. With her hands she was pushing his juice-covered face down as she mashed her pussy against it.  She was shivering and quivering, moaning and crying out and, at one point, even laughing, as she continued to orgasm again and again. After one last heaving spasm, she fell back on the bed and lay like a wet rag, her swollen breasts heaving, her mouth slack and drooling, juices dribbling out of her gaping pussy. 
He sat back and gazed at the open pussy with the tip of his nose adorned with their thick juices and his lips and teeth were also coated with it. He licked his lips clean, smiling with satisfaction. His prick was sticking out like a flagpole. He moved and straddled her naked tummy, his hands cupping her breasts. His hard prick was aimed at her mouth so that the tip was only inches from her parted lips. Her tongue slipped out and began to lick the fluid, which was oozing from the eye then worked around the bell-shaped head as she clutched the base of his prick with one hand and squeezed. Slowly she slipped her fingers up the full length of his shaft before allowing them to slip downwards to his balls. She took them in her palm as if weighing them. Her tongue flicked all around his erect prick before she leant forward so that her mouth could cover the head. Her lips slipped down the shaft until she had almost half his prick inside her mouth.
I could hardly breathe I was aching so much. I was tormented with longing and jealousy so badly that it was a physical ache. 
How could she take his dirty cock, which had been inside her bottom, into her mouth?
Carl leant over her until he was resting on his hands and knees above her face and started pumping his swollen prick into her mouth, fucking it slowly. She slipped one hand between his legs and I saw her fingers slithering between his spread buttocks. The middle finger, coated with a mixture of their juices which she'd collected out of her dripping pussy on the way, pressed against the rosebud. It slipped into the small opening. Carl threw his head back and roared with pleasure. He was like a lion as he shoved his prick deeper down her throat. The jolt bumped her head against the bedhead but she recovered and moved her lips even further down the shaft. I could hardly believe it when I saw her lips nudging into his pubic hair before his prick slowly pulled out until only the tip was still lodged behind her constricting lips. He paused then it slipped in again deep into her mouth and throat. I watched his prick moving in and out of her mouth the way it had done in her pussy then suddenly his shaft seemed to become thicker, more engorged. He tensed up as he rammed it into her sucking mouth one more time. There was a pause. I saw her throat start to swallow then thick white sperm dribbled from the sides of her stretched lips. It slithered down her chin to hang in long silvery loops before splashing against her breasts. She held onto the prick, sucking as much of the sperm as she could from it till he pulled back. His prick plopped out of her mouth and a last spurt of sperm dribbled from the tip onto her upturned face as he sat back on his heels, smiling down at her. 
He took her hand and helped her to her feet. I was not surprised to see his tongue slip out and collect his dripping sperm from her face and swallow it.
At long last I managed to tear myself away and staggered back downstairs. I went out into the garden and sat on a bench. I sat, with my head against my folded arms, and sobbed my heart out. To say that I was miserable is an understatement. In time I pulled myself together and went back to the party. 
A little while later I saw my wife dancing with another man. She was flirting and looked radiant. She saw me, broke away, and looped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips and said that she loved me and that she loved what we'd done in the bathroom. The weird thing is that I responded and soon we were almost running out of the house so that we could get home and make love. Our lovemaking, that night was the best ever.
Since that evening things have really got out of hand. 
For one thing I never imagined I would willingly be part of my wife cuckolding me. Every time Betty and Carl fuck, which is about four times a week, she comes home afterward and shows me the state of her bottom then I lie on the floor so that she can plaster her sloppy cunt over my face. I lick her out, swallowing Carl's freshly deposited spunk, while I wank. To my shame I've developed a taste for that heady mixture of his spunk, her love juice and sometimes it's blended with some of her urine as she lose control over her bladder.
My obsession is now the central part of my life and I live for those days when I know that she's been with Carl.”