A Liberated Housewife

  by RLM


  Kevin Arnott found his home empty when he returned from work
and his usual hour meeting with his buddies at their favorite
sports bar.  He was a little later than usual because they had
gotten into a spirited discussion about who was likely to win the
superbowl this season.  Kevin knew that wouldn't create a problem
with Sylvia because tonight was her book club night.  He was
expected to see to his own dinner.

  After selecting a frozen dinner of roast beef, asparagus, and
potatoes from the freezing compartment, he turned the oven on to
heat, got a beer, and sat down at his computer to surf the web
while he waited for the oven to reach the proper temperature. 
Kevin really didn't mind his wife going out to her book club,
aerobics class, and her once-a-week "Girl's Night Out" with her
female friends.  He enjoyed the time alone to surf the
pornography on the web and watch some of the hot videos he had
downloaded.  Sylvia always came home no later than 11 PM so there
was always time to fuck her if he hadn't already jerked off
watching the porno videos.

  That thought was still in Kevin's mind when he sat down to eat
his dinner.  Unlike some of the wives of his friends, Sylvia was
always ready for sex whenever he decided to fuck her.  Most of
his buddies had nothing but complaints about their wives always
pleading a headache or that they were too tired or whatever every
time they tried to get them between the sheets.  Not only was
Sylvia always accommodating, she was always hot.  There never was
any need to spend a lot of time with foreplay.  It seemed like
she was always ready for sex.  As icing on the cake, she was
really a good looking woman at 28.  Her big tits, sexy ass, and
wet pussy were enough to get any guy hard.

  "You just have to keep'em well-fucked and women are no
problem," he thought to himself with satisfaction.  The fact was
that he secretly enjoyed it when his buddies told stories about
how they had problems getting their wives to spread their legs. 
"I should give them lessons on how to fuck," he laughed to
himself.

  Anxious to get back to his computer and web surfing, Kevin
hastily washed up his dinner dishes, got himself another beer,
and settled down at his computer for a couple of hours of hot
surfing.  He started by logging onto his favorite site for video
porn.  It featured a large number of professional porn queens
acting out a wide variety of hot sexual scenarios.  He
particularly liked the ones showing the sluts taking big cocks up
their asses.

  He quickly downloaded one such video and spent the next 30
minutes watching the hot brunette being fucked by a huge, thick
black cock that looked to Kevin to be more than 10 inches in
length.  Before the video was half over, he had his 7-inch dick
out jacking off.  It was hard to keep from shooting off when the
screen showed a close-up shot of the big cock stretching the
brunette's asshole and sinking in all the way to the stud's
balls.

  When the video came to an end with the woman kneeling in front
of the well-built black with her mouth wide open, her tongue
extended, and the guy's big load spewing into her mouth and all
over her face, Kevin had to press his thighs together to keep
from cumming.  Sylvia wouldn't be home for another couple of
hours and he didn't want to cum too soon.

  After watching the video, Kevin began to surf the web to see
what else he could find that turned him on.  He was partial to
amateur, married sluts showing every thing off, so he searched on
that theme and was rewarded with the addresses of several dozen
sites.  A half hour later, he knew he wasn't going to be able to
hold his load much longer.  To delay his orgasm and prolong the
pleasure, he decided to check his e-mail.  One message in his
inbox was labeled as being from "A Friend".  It read:

  Hi Kevin.   Check out this hot site, "Kari Stefford's Hot
Married Pussy Site".  I know you'll be interested.  A Friend.

  Clicking on the URL for the site, Kevin brought up the Intro
page with its standard disclaimer about it being an adult site
requiring all viewers to be at least 18 years of age and for the
viewing of such material to be in compliance with the laws of
their locale.  Kevin clicked on the "ENTER" button, and the
screen refreshed.

  When the new screen came up, Kevin was excited by the banner
which proclaimed, "Welcome to Kari Stefford's Hot Married Pussy
Site".  Then, "Kari Stefford is a 29 year old married woman who
likes more and hotter sex than she's getting from her husband. 
Take the tour and see this hot woman for yourself... then join
and see many more hot photos and videos of sensuous Kari."

  Clicking on "Tour", Kevin waited until the screen refreshed. 
When it did, he saw a group of thumbnail photos of Kari.   Almost
in a trance, he clicked on the first thumbnail to bring up the
full, large photo.  It showed a gorgeous brunette kneeling atop a
desk wearing tight, short, purple skirt with spaghetti straps. 
She had pulled the top down to expose her tits to the tops of her
nipples.  The dress was bunched about her hips and just barely
concealed her pussy.

  Kevin's hand was shaking as he returned to the previous page
and rapidly clicked on the next two photographs in succession. 
The first one showed Kari sitting on the desk, knee steepled and
spread wide to expose the entire crotch of her panties.  She had
also pulled down the dress top and exposed one of her big tits. 
The second photo was a close up view of the same pose as the
previous photo.  It was so close that Kevin could see the
indentation of Kari's panties where they had slipped into her
cunt slit.  The one difference between the photos was that Kari
now had both of her tits sticking out of her dress.

  Kevin was amazed to realize that his cock was hard as iron. 
His hand stroked it as he brought up the next photo.  This one
showed Kari with her back toward the camera but looking back. 
Her tits were on display in profile, and her black panties could
be seen peeking from between the cheeks of her otherwise naked
and sexy ass.  In the following picture, she had her panties
pulled aside so that her cunt could be seen in the shadows
between her thighs.

  Kevin stared at Kari's cunt, his hand now jacking his cock
faster and harder.  His orgasm was close, and he had to stop and
press his thighs together to prevent his ejaculation. 
Frantically, he brought up the next picture.  It showed a full
frontal view of Kari with her panties now down around her thighs,
her cunt and tits completely exposed.

  That got Kevin so hot, he had to stop looking at the screen. 
His erection bobbed in front of him like a jouster's lance as he
walked to the fridge to get himself another beer.  When he
returned, his erection hadn't abated in the slightest.

  In the next photo, Kari was again seated on the desk, but this
time she was naked except for her heels and her legs were wide
open providing the viewer with a full view of her cunt.  She was
holding it open with her fingers so that the viewer could inspect
its pink, wet interior.  Kevin was afraid to even touch his
cock... he knew that was all it would take to make him shoot his
load 10 feet into the air.

  Finally, he trusted himself enough to open up the next picture,
which showed Kari lying on the desk, her tits thrusting high into
the air her legs gaping open.  Unfortunately, she was facing away
from the camera so that her pussy was only partially visible.  
That wasn't a problem with the next two photos, which showed Kari
on all fours on top the desk reaching back and opening her pussy
for the camera.  The second photo was a close up that gave the
viewer an excellent view inside her wet pussy.

  There were only three more photos in the sample set, but Kevin
wasn't sure he could get through them without cumming.  He had to
see the full-size pictures.  He knew there was no possible way he
could resist.

  Opening up the next photo, he gasped, shocked, even though he
knew what the photo would be from the thumbnail.  Seeing the
full, high resolution photo caused his cock to throb with
excitement as he stared at Kari sucking the cock of an unknown
man.   The next to the last picture was one of Kari riding the
man in reverse cowgirl position, her thighs wide open with all
but one inch of the big cock sunk deep into her cunt.  In the
last photo, the man had Kari on the desk on her back, naked.  He
was holding her legs spread wide as he fucked her.

  Staring at the connection of the man's big cock with his wife's
cunt, Kevin's load shot high in the air.  The thick stream landed
several yards away.  It was followed by several more equally
thick gushes, but less powerfully ejaculated.  When his balls had
been emptied, his cock still twitched and throbbed in his hand.

  Once his sexual desire had been satisfied by his ejaculation,
Kevin's anger took over.  "That dirty, lying, cheating Bitch," he
screamed aloud.  This was followed by, "It's not enough for the
whore to fuck other men... she has to have photos taken of
herself sucking and fucking and post them on the web so all my
friends can see what a dirty whore she is."

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  It was almost time for my wife to come home, and I still hadn't
decided what to do.  One thing was certain:  my marriage was
over.  I just had to figure out what the best way to handle
situation was.  I knew better than to take precipitous actions
when angry so I decided to say nothing until I had consulted an
attorney about divorce proceedings.   Normally, I would have
hired a private detective to get evidence of my wife's
infidelities, but with her photos posted publicly on the web,
that was hardly necessary.  I was still pondering the situation
when I heard the front door open.  It was Sylvia.

  "Hi, Honey.  Hope you missed me," she said as she hugged me
from behind and planted a kiss on my cheek.

  "Where were you?" I demanded.

  "My usual book club.  You know that's every Wednesday evening.
And what did you do all evening while I was at my book club?"

  "Nothing!  That's the point.  You out doing who knows what
while I'm sitting here alone," I heard myself almost screaming.

  "Mmmmmmm... I think my husband is pissed off.  Let me make it
up to you, Darling."

  My wife abruptly walked away toward the master bedroom leaving
me fuming and unable to get the images of her web site out of my
mind.  "The worthless bitch," I thought.  "Didn't I always fuck
her two or three times a week?  How much cock does the nympho
need anyway.  I was even more angry when my wife returned from
the bedroom than I was when she left.

  Sylvia had changed clothes and was now dressed in a stripper's
bra that was one string about her neck and another around her
back.  The two strings held two small triangles of cloth in place
that covered her nipples but less than half of each of her tits.
Below the waist, she wore only a matching garter belt, thigh-high
fishnet, black hose, and a pair of incredibly sexy come-fuck-me
heels.  I could see my wife was also wearing a tiny black thong
that exposed her entire landing strip of trimmed pubic hair.  She
looked even more whorish than she had on her web site.

  "Hi, Stud.  Interested in a little bedroom fun?  My pussy needs
a big, hard cock in it.  Wanna fuck me, Baby?  You can ass fuck
me if you like."

  "I'm too tired... it's almost midnight.  Damn, Sylvia!  "You're
my wife!  Not a $5 whore off the street.  Why are you wearing
that hooker outfit?"

  "Come on, Honey.  Don't be like that.  My pussy is throbbing. 
I want you.  Take me to the bedroom, Kevin, and fuck my hot cunt.
 Please."

  "I told you I was too tired.  Stop it!"

  At this point, Sylvia stripped off her thong and climbed onto
the kitchen table.  She got on all fours, spread her knees wide
apart, lowered her head, and turned her arched ass toward me. 
Her wet cunt gaped open... opening and closing slowly.  I could
even see droplets of moisture coating the lips.   "Are you sure
you're too tired, Honey?  You won't believe how hot my cunt is
for you.  Are you sure you wouldn't like to stick your big cock
in me, Baby."

  At this point, I got up and walked out of the kitchen saying as
I went, "I'm going to go to bed... and NOT to fuck you.  I'm
tired."

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  The next day, I made an appointment for that afternoon with a
divorce attorney whom I knew well.  The only reason I got an
appointment so quickly was that fact that we often played golf or
bowled together.    Jim was waiting for me when I entered his
office at 1 PM.

  "Right on time, as usual," Jim said with a affable smile.

  I returned his smile, shook hands, and said, "Thank you for
seeing me on such short notice."

  Thirty minutes later I was sitting in his office listening to
his advice after having informed Jim of Sylvia's porno web site
and provided him some downloaded photos of her having sex with
other men.

  "Well, you certainly have more than sufficient grounds to have
the court grant a divorce.  Have you discussed it with Sylvia?"

  "No.  I just found out about this yesterday, and I don't want
to wait another moment before divorcing her slutty, cheating
ass."

  "Understandable... understandable, but are you certain this is
not just a knee jerk reaction to finding the web site?"

  "Hell no!  Would you stay married to your wife if you found her
spreading her legs for other men?"

  "I might," Jim responded.  "It would depend on the reasons
behind her actions.  But that's me, not you.  If you're certain
you want a divorce, you first need to understand that this is a
community property state.  That means all assets held by the
couple are divided equally by the court regardless of the
circumstances.  It doesn't matter is she catches you in bed with
her best friend of if you get pictures of her fucking some other
guy or guys.  As long as there are no criminal acts involved...
and for purposes of a divorce, unfaithfulness is not considered a
criminal act... all property is divided equally."

  "That's fucking bullshit!"  I exploded.

  "Maybe, but seven states have community property laws and the
law is the law regardless of whether you may think it's bull shit
or not.  I can assure you that the court will not so regard this
law and if you tell the judge the law is "bullshit", I can assure
you that this will not help your case.  So... do you still want a
divorce?"

  "What if I transfer the assets out of state and hide them?"

  "The court will issue an order that all assets must be returned
and proof provided that the return is complete.  Failure to
comply will land your ass in jail for years for contempt of
court."

  I thought about that, and then asked, "What if I move out of
state, establish residence in another state, and then file there
for divorce?"

  "That would work just fine except for one small problem. 
Sylvia is not a dummy.  As soon as she sees you doing that, she
will file in this state before you can file elsewhere because of
the residency requirements.  Once filed, this state retains
jurisdiction."

  "SHIT!  So I'm stuck?  The cheating, slutty bitch gets half of
everything?"

  "That's about it.  Of course, you can try to patch up your
marriage... find out what the problem is and avoid all this."

  "NO WAY!  NO FUCKING WAY, HOSE!"  I screamed.  "Will you handle
the divorce for me?"

  "Sure.  That's the way I make my living, Kevin."

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  That night I kept quiet about what I knew as I didn't want to
tip my hand until Jim had the divorce papers ready to serve on
Sylvia.  As usual, she fixed a great dinner.  She was a good cook
even if she was a dirty slut.

  Around 9 PM that evening, Sylvia came into the den wearing
robe.  She sat down on the arm of my chair, leaned over, and ran
her hands up and down my chest beneath my shirt.

  'MMmmmm... I like your body, Honey.  Why don't we do something
really erotic tonight?"

  "What," I asked.

  "Role play," my wife whispered in my ear.

  "We've discussed this before, Sylvia.  In fact, so many times,
I've lost count.  And every time I've told you that I don't see
any reason to spend time playing out some ridiculous fantasy game
when we can just go in the bedroom and fuck.  Why don't you give
it a rest?"

  "Because, if you would just relax and try some different
things, Darling, we would both enjoy sex together a lot more."

  "You're saying you would rather play a child's fantasy game
that get fucked... is that what I'm hearing?"

  "No.  What you're hearing is that playing an erotic, sensuous
fantasy game and then fucking would be a lot more fun for both of
us."

  "Shit... all right.  What do you have in mind for this absurd
game?"

  "I was thinking that an 'escaped slave' game would incredibly
hot.  I'm your slave because some Arab slave traders kidnapped me
and sold me on an auction block.  You liked the way I looked so
you bought me.  You've been keeping me locked up for your sexual
pleasure for months but tonight I managed to escape.  Naturally,
I'm practically naked when I escape since you always keep me
nearly naked so I'll be ready to pleasure your cock whenever you
decide to use my cunt or ass.  See, Darling, how you keep me
nearly naked."

  My wife dropped her robe and posed in a black bra she had
pulled down below her tits, a tiny thong that was also pulled
down almost enough to show her cunt, a pair of black thigh-high
hose and CFM heels.  "See, Master.  I've escaped and am hiding in
the woods behind the house practically naked.  You come looking
for me and when you find me, naturally, I have to be punished. 
You rip off my bra and panties and drag me over to the picnic
table in the back yard, spread me out on it, and punish me
severely...  then you drag me back into the house, tie me to bed,
and fuck me for the rest of the night.  Sound like fun?"

  As she asked me that last question, she removed her panties and
bra and spread out in front of me as she held her cunt wide open.
 I was so fucking hot, I wanted to jump her right there, the
cheating dirty cunt slut.

  "No.  Forget that role playing shit.  Just get your ass in the
bedroom and I'll fuck you."

  Sylvia stared at me for a long time before she put her panties
and bra back on.  Then, she went to the front hall closet,
removed a tight fitting dress, put it on, smiled and kissed me on
the top of my head before walking to the door.

  "Where the hell are you going?"  I asked.

  "Out, Darling.  Out,"  she said softly with a smile.  She shut
the door gently behind her and was gone.

  I waiting until I heard Sylvia's car backing out of the
driveway and then went through the garage to my car.  Five
minutes later, I was following her Ford Taurus down Haskell Blvd
and from there onto the freeway.  She drove about three miles
before exiting onto Gardenia Avenue.  A few blocks after she
pulled off the freeway, I saw her Taurus entering the parking lot
for a very upscale set of condos.  I parked a safe distance away
and watched as my wife got out of her car, fixed her makeup,
pulled up her dress and straightened her stockings, and then
walked into the lobby of one of the buildings.  She pushed a
button on the intercom, and a moment later, the door opened for
her.  After that, she got on the elevator and vanished.

  I knew she was meeting a guy who was going to fuck her, but I
had no idea who it might be or what I would do even if I knew. 
Besides, since I was going to divorce the bitch in the near
future, what the hell difference did it make.  I decided to wait
for 30 minutes or so before giving up and going home.

  As things turned out, I didn't have to wait half that time. 
About 10 minutes after my wife had stepped into the elevator, she
emerged again, this time accompanied by a young guy who appeared
to be about 25 or so who had the appearance of an athlete, maybe
a swimmer or a tennis player.  He followed my wife to her car,
and the two of them drove off together with the guy behind the
wheel and me following a half block or so behind.

  Through the rear window of Sylvia's car, I could see that my
wife was snuggled up close to the guy.  From the way the car
occasionally swerved, I figured she must have his cock out
jacking him off.  After a bit, her head disappeared from my view,
and a short time later, the car swerved several times.  It was
obvious that my wife was sucking his cock.

  I followed for several miles before I saw their turn signals
flashing as they entered the parking lot of an after-hours dance
club.  The man drove all the way to the back of the lot before
selecting a parking spot among some trees.  Parking a discreet
distance away, I watched as they entered the club with the guy's
arm around my wife, his hand roaming over her ass.

  After 10 minutes, I entered the club by the side door.  At
first, I moved carefully to avoid having my wife see me.  There
were several couples on the dance floor, but none were my wife
and the guy she was with.  The club had tables surrounding the
dance floor, and toward the back up against the walls, were
booths where the lighting was subdued.  I was certain that I
would find my wife in one of those booths, and I was right.  It
was the last one on the row; the one furthest from the rest of
the club for maximum privacy.

  Even from a distance, I could see the guy's hand rubbing my
wife's shoulder.  This slow caress soon led to passionate kissing
with the two of them locked in a tight embrace.  When Sylvia
pulled back from the kiss, I saw male hands hefting, squeezing,
and stroking both of her tits.

  The waiter brought their drinks after which they moved to the
dance floor.  At first, my wife maintained a small gap between
their bodies, but as they moved about the floor, this slowly
decreased until he had my wife pressing tightly against his body
with her head in the crook of his neck.  I felt myself getting
hard when I saw his hands again moving onto Sylvia's buttocks...
kneeding them... running his fingers up and down her crease...
and then moving beneath her short skirt.  Sylvia's hips hunched
slowly under the action of his hands.

   Little by little, they stopped moving about the floor and just
stood in one place, their bodies moving to the rhythm of the
music.  My wife leaned back to provide some space for the guy's
hand to capture her breast.  From the way her ass was now
grinding, I was certain that he must have his hand under her
panties.

  When they walked back to their booth, my cock was fully erect.
It was weird.  I was fuming with anger, but at the same time, I
was so excited my cock felt like a steel bar.  Once seated, my
wife spread her legs to allow the man to slide his hand all the
way up to her pussy.  Slowly, Sylvia spread wider as he worked
the material of her panties into her slit.  Her ass slid forward
on the seat until it was right at the edge.  I saw her eyes
close, and her tongue slide out to flick over her top lip as his
fingers slipped under her panties and into what I was certain was
now a very wet hole.

  Sylvia whispered something in his ear causing him to grin and
nod in response.  Between her gaping thighs, I could see a bulge
beneath her panties as his hand moved back and forth.  I had no
doubt that he was now finger fucking her.  She said something
else to the guy, and finally, he withdrew his hand, stood up, and
helped my wife to her feet.  She waited while he dropped some
money on the table, and then the two of them headed for the door.

  I assumed that they would now head back to his apartment for
sex, but when I saw the guy removing my wife's dress, bra, and
panties once they were beside their car and hidden in the
shadows, it was obvious that they were both too hot to wait.

  As soon as he had my wife stripped to her stockings and heels,
he removed his own pants and shorts and laid down on the back
seat with his legs outside the car door.  Sylvia bent over at the
waist and began to suck his rigid cock.  From my position, I had
a great view of her ass stuck up in the air, her pussy wide open.


  I had never realized that my wife was such an exhibitionist. 
Anyone walking to the back of the parking lot would have been
able to see her ass and cunt as well her giving an erotic
blowjob.  Her slutty actions had me so hard, I couldn't believe
it.

  Apparently, the guy wanted my wife inside the car with him
because after she had sucked him for a few minutes, he pulled her
into the back seat.  That shut off the view for me.  I knew I
should just go home, pack my bags, and divorce Sylvia, but for
some reason, I wanted to see her being fucked.

  At first, it wasn't clear to me how I could watch what was
happening in the back seat without running the risk of them
seeing me, which might very well result in fist fight with the
guy.  Then, I noticed that the trees surrounding the car had some
low branches.

  It proved to be very easy to climb the tree and take a position
that allowed me to look down into the back seat from behind the
leaf-covered branches.  The lights in the parking lot were behind
me so that they illuminated the interior of the back seat
sufficiently to give me a good view while at the same time making
it almost impossible for Sylvia and the stud to see me.

  Sylvia was still sucking cock.  Now that I was closer, I could
see that the guy had a really big dick, much bigger than mine. 
It was every real man's fear... his wife getting off on a bigger
cock.  He held my wife's head and pumped her mouth until I was
certain that he would have to shoot off, but he had a lot more
patience than a real man would have had.

  He pulled his big rod out of my wife and yelled at her.  Even
from my position, I could easily hear him when he said, "Mount
it, Sylvia.  Mount my cock, Honey."

  They were so close to the window at first that all I could see
was her big ass and her hand fitting the thick rod into her
opening.  It was so thick I wondered if Sylvia would be able to
get it into her cunt.  I soon saw that my worries on that score
were pointless.  Once she had her cunt fitted over his cock head,
she rammed her hips down and I watched his entire length
disappear inside my wife's pussy.  I heard her squeal as it sank
into her.

  After that, he started fucking my wife with hard, deep strokes
causing her squeals to change to hard, intense grunts.  When
Sylvia howled, I figured she was cumming.  I couldn't ever
remember her howling like that when I fucked her.

  After her orgasm ebbed, they changed positions again so that
Sylvia was lying on the car seat on her back.  The stud moved
behind her, lifted her body so that she was lying partially on
top of him with her leg thrown over his and her back against his
chest.  I watched, rubbing my cock, as he pulled her leg high and
fitted his cock into her waiting cunt.  His hips thrust and from
the way my wife moaned, I knew the cock was sinking into her
vagina.

  The fucking was hot and furious.  Sylvia's body was being
jarred back and forth from the force of the cock slugging in and
out of her hole.  Her moans and his grunts mixed.  I rubbed my
cock through my pants harder.  As his orgasm approached, he told
Slyvia he wanted more leverage.

  In response, she scrambled onto all fours and thrust her ass
high in air.  He mounted her in a flash and rammed against her.

  "Ohhhhh Shit!", I heard her scream.  "You hot Bastard!  You're
putting it in my ass!  AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH... easy Baby... easy
Baby... uunnngghhhh.... good... goooodddd... fuck it... FUCK MY
ASS!"

  His hips rammed back and forth and in just moments, I heard 
his gutteral masculine grunts of pleasure as he came inside my
wife's ass.  At the same time, my cock exploded inside my pants.
Before I climbed down from the tree, a big, circular stain had
spread all over the front of my trousers.

  Having cum in my pants, I had to option but to return home.  I
was in bed but not asleep when Sylvia returned home around 2 AM.

  "Are you awake, Kevin?" she asked.

  I pretended to be asleep.  Ten minutes later, she crawled into
the bed beside me and quickly fell asleep.  I thought it might
the last time I would be in bed with her.

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  Jim called me at work the next day to inform me that Sylvia had
been served the divorce papers for her signature at 2 PM.  She
was sitting at the dining room table waiting for me when I
arrived home a little after 5 PM.  The papers were spread out on
table in front of her.

  I had expected her to scream at me as soon as I entered the
house, but that didn't happen.  She just looked at me calmly and
said, "Sit down, Kevin.  We obviously need to talk."

  "I don't have anything to say that's not clearly stated in the
divorce papers."

  "I understand that.  That's not what I want to discuss. 
Please.  Sit down."

  I took a seat and waited to hear her excuses and pleas for a
second chance.

  "Before I sign these papers, Kevin, I want to make absolutely
certain of a few things.  First, I want to know if this is what
you really want rather than it being a knee jerk reaction to
finding out that your wife has an extremely high sexual libido
and is a lot more liberated than you previously suspected."

  "Damn right it's what I want!" I shouted.  "What else do you
expect?  You expect me to stay married to a slut who spreads her
legs for other men... who posts pictures of herself on the web
naked and being screwed?  No real man would tolerate such stuff!
You almost got away with it!  If a friend of mine hadn't alerted
me to your web site, I might never have known."

  Instead of looking contrite and sorry, Sylvia smiled.  "A
friend?  You say one of your friends alerted you to my web site?"

  "Yeah!  A friend."

  "Like one of your bowling or golfing friends perhaps?"

  "Maybe.  I don't know.  The e-mail didn't say.  Why do you
ask?"

  "I was just surprised that you think one of your 'friends'
would alert you to my web site.  After all, these friends of
yours are the same guys who have been trying to get into my pants
for the last year... unsuccessfully, I might add."

  "Bull Shit!" I screamed.

  "No," my wife replied calmly.  "Every single one of your
'friends' has been trying his best to fuck me for at least a
year.  They've hit on me at parties, while you've been out of
town, while you're at work.  And considering that, the last thing
they would do if they knew about my web site would be to alert
you... they would use it to blackmail me into spreading my legs
for them.  These guys are not your friends, Kevin.  Friends don't
work overtime trying to fuck a man's wife."

  "I don't believe you.  Why should I?"

  "Because I can prove that they didn't alert you to my web
site."

  "How?  How can you prove that?"

  "Easy.  The e-mail message you got said precisely, 'Hi Kevin.
Check out this hot site, "Kari Stefford's Hot Married Pussy
Site".  I know you'll be interested.  A Friend.'  Isn't that
correct?  Exactly correct?"

  I was speechless for a moment.  Finally, I blurted out, "How
the hell do you know that?"

  "That's easy to answer too.  I know because I'm the one who
sent you the e-mail."

  Now I was speechless for a much longer time.  When I could
think of nothing brilliant to say, I asked, "Why would you do
that?"

  "Because I was sick and tired of all your teenage, macho crap.
I wanted to bring things to head and achieve closure... one way
or another."

  "Well, you certainly achieved that!  But if you wanted a
divorce, why didn't you just ask for one?"

  "Who said I wanted a divorce?  You're the one who had me served
with divorce papers.  You're the one who's demanding a divorce
because... as you so astutely phrased it, 'What real man would
stay married to a slut' or words to that effect."

  After a prolonged period of silence, I said, "I need a drink. 
Do you want one?"

  "No, but thank you.  I would like a cup of coffee though. 
There's a fresh pot on the counter."

  After I had finished half of my bourbon and water on the rocks
and Sylvia half of her coffee, I turned my palms up and said, "I
don't understand.  Not in the slightest.  I would appreciate an
explanation."

  "And I will give you one, Kevin, but only on the condition that
you listen and don't interrupt with your usual macho, he-man
stuff that I don't ever wish to hear again.  You speak only when
I ask you a question, and if you lie to me, it's over.  I sign
these divorce papers and we're done.  Agreed?"

  I nodded, and my wife continued:

  "When we began to date five years ago, I knew very quickly that
you were the man I loved and wanted for the rest of my life.  I
wasn't a virgin by any means, as you know.  Because of that, I
knew nmen very well.  They lose interest once they've fucked you.
 For some men, once in the sack and they're done with you. 
Others maintain their interest longer.  I had no intention of
taking a chance on losing the man I wanted that way.  So, I
refused you sex until we were married.  You hated it, but I got
the man I wanted... you."

  I started to speak, but then remembered my wife's warning and
held my tongue.  She smiled.

  "Once we were married, I quickly realized that I had probably
made a mistake refusing sex.  Because I found that in spite of
all your sterling qualities that I adored... your wit, your
intelligence, your success in your profession, the many
kindnesses you frequently show, your virile, sexy body that turns
me on and makes my pussy wet every time I look at you... you had
one incredible glaring flaw... namely, your adolescent, macho
he-man attitude toward women and sex... to quote you... 'Real men
fuck cunt... they don't eat cunt."

  "Basically, you have no empathy for a woman's sexual needs nor
do you have the slightest tolerance for anything that threatens
your macho self-image.  If a man catches his wife fucking another
man, he is honor bound to kick her ass out in the street like the
whore she must be."

  My wife stopped, looked at me, and asked, "Is this too much for
you?  Shall I sign the papers or do want me to continue?"

  "It's pretty hard to sit here and take this.  I feel like I
want to strangle you.  But go ahead.  Let's hear all of it."

  "I've been trying for several years to change your attitude so
we could have a wonderful sex life together.  But you won't budge
because of your macho-man image.  For example, You have never
eaten my pussy to an orgasm.  In fact, you've refused to even go
down on me at all.  You will only rarely permit me to be on top
when we fuck and when you do permit it, it's only for a very
short time... real men are in command... period! Prolonged
sensuous foreplay in your eyes is for wimps... real men fuck
cunt!"

  "If I suggest erotic role play, you always refuse and you
always criticize the suggestion vehemently.  When I suggested we
visit a swing club on vacation, you didn't stop screaming at me
for hours.  When I asked you if you would like to try a threesome
with another woman and me, I thought you would going to divorce
me you yelled and screamed so loud.  I've wondered what would
have happened if I had suggested a threesome with another man. 
The sad fact is that in five years of marriage, I've only had a
few dozen orgasms during sex with you."

  "STOP! I need another drink," I yelled.  My wife waited
patiently until I returned ten minutes later.  "Ok.  Go on," I
said.

  "To make matters even worse from my point of view, I have never
stopped loving you.  If I didn't love you, I would have gotten a
divorce years ago, but I do love you, and I can't change that,
nor do I want to.  But in the last few months I've discovered
that your computer is filled with erotic photos of sexy women
doing all the hot sex acts that I've begged you to do with me,
and gotten nothing but macho bull shit responses about what real
men do.  I've also found that you have dozens upon dozens of
kinky, pornographic videos downloaded on your computer, so I know
you're turned on by all those hot women, but you won't permit me
to be a hot woman turning you on and getting your cock so hard
you think it's going to break off."

  I was sweating now.  I had no idea my wife knew about the porno
stuff.  I squirmed uncomfortably, and she saw it.

  "Don't be embarrassed, Kevin.  I like watching those porno
videos too.  I'm delighted they turn you on, but I hate the fact
that you shut me out of hot, erotic, kinky sex.  But let me go
on."

  "One evening I left the blind on your computer room open just
enough to allow me to peek in.  You thought I was at my book
club, but instead, I was outside the window watching you.  You
jacked off three times to those porno images.  And just so you
won't be embarrassed, I'll tell you that I finger fucked my pussy
right along with you.  The only difference was that I got off
seven times instead of just three."

  "But you couldn't see the screen.  What turned you on so much?"
 I asked.

  "Watching you jack off, Darling.  I got so hot watching you,
that I couldn't stop rubbing my clit and finger fucking my cunt."

  "But what about the other men who are fucking you?  And the web
site?"

  "I couldn't stand it any longer.  Five years, Kevin.  Five
years and only a couple of dozen orgasms... no hot, erotic,
sensuous sex that I crave so much.  I love to flash.  I love
getting men hard and hot.  I wanted us to have an erotic, hot sex
life together.  I want you to go wild when you see me showing off
my body in public.  I want to feel your cock in my ass... instead
of hearing your normal macho crap... 'real men fuck cunt... not
ass.'  So, I decided to take action that would force you to
decide."

  "I contacted a professional photographer and told him I wanted
to set up a porno web site and I needed excellent photos of
myself.  I asked him if he was interested.  Naturally, he was. 
So, over the next few weeks, he took dozens and dozen of photos
of me, many of which you've now seen on my web site.  When every
thing was posted, I sent you the e-mail giving you the URL of the
site."

  "Did he fuck you?"  I asked.

  "I posed in hot, erotic outfits for him, Kevin, with my legs
wide open, with my ass pointed right at him.  I got so hot, my
pussy was dripping.  He got hard as iron.  Of course, he fucked
me.  Many, many times.  Every time I posed, he fucked me.  He
fucked my cunt... he fucked my mouth... he fucked my tits... he
fucked my ass... over and over... shooting huge loads of cum into
me.  And I came... oh god!  did I ever cum.  Over and over."

  "Ohhhh god," I moaned.

  "Are you hard, Kevin.  Is your cock hard?  I hope it is.  Is
it?"

  "Yesss," I moaned.  "Like iron!"

  "Take it out if you like, Honey.  I love seeing you jack off."

  "There really wasn't any way for Karl... that's the
photographer's name, there wasn't any way for Karl to take high
quality photos and fuck me at the same time.  So, he arranged for
other men to join us.  They all fucked me.  You saw many of the
photos of men giving it to me."

  I was squeezing my cock now.  Much more and I would cum in my
pants again like I had the previous night up in the tree.

  "And I'm sure you want to know if I liked it.  I loved it.  I
was having multiple orgasms when I had sex with those men.  But I
wanted hot sex like that with you ... not with them, but if I
can't have it with you, then they'll have to do.  I am NOT going
to spend any more of my life making do with one orgasm every
other month while you sit at your computer jacking off several
times a week."

  "Now... some questions for you... And I want the truth!  When
you saw my web site and the photos of all the men fucking me, did
you jack off and cum?"

  "Well... I mean... it's impossible for a man..."

  "ANSWER ME! YES OR NO.  DID YOU JACK OFF AND CUM LOOKING AT ME
GETTING FUCKED?"

  "Yes," I whispered.

  "Next question.  I begged you last night to role play with me
and have hot, erotic sex.  Instead of us having incredible sex
together, you yelled at me and told me to get into the bed and
you would fuck me.  That was pathetic, and I had no intention of
going to bed again with my pussy throbbing for cock and getting
nothing but one of your macho five minute fuckings.  So I went
out, called a guy I knew, and we went out for a sensuous evening.
 Did you follow me?"

  "Yes," I whispered even more quietly than before.

  "Did you watch him finger fucking me in the club?"

  This time all I could do was nod.

  "Did you spy on us in the parking lot while he fucked me?"

  Again I nodded.

  "Did you cum watching him fucking your wife?"

  "In my pants," I groaned.

  "Good.  Serves you right, you macho bastard."

  "That's the whole story.  Now you get to make a final decision.
 Do you want to completely overhaul your attitude toward sex or
do you want me to sign the divorce papers?  It's your choice but
be advised of the following:"

  "If you decide you're willing to change, it's going to mean
you're going to begin doing every thing you've refused to do for
five years.  You're going to be eating my pussy regularly and for
long periods until I've cum several times.  You're going to
fucking my ass and letting me ride your cock until we both cum. 
We're going to go to clubs and you're going to enjoy watching me
flash and turn other men on.  We're going to go to swing clubs...
and maybe swing.  We're going to try a threesome with a woman who
really excites you.  And with a man who really excites me."

  "If you can't handle all that, then tell me to sign the divorce
papers.  If you say you'll change and don't, I'll divorce your
ass so damn fast you won't believe it even though it will mean
losing the man I love.  You're going to be a hot, virile, sexy
husband to your sexy, slutty wife or we're going to call it
quits.  So make up your mind."

------------------------------

  My wife was writhing on the bed, her hips hammering against my
mouth, her hand holding the rigid cock of the stud sucking on her
nipples.  I felt her cunt exploding in another orgasm, her sixth,
as her juices pumped out over my face.  As she came, the mouth on
her nipples sucked hard causing her to grab his head and press
her tit upward into his mouth.

  "OOohhhh god... you're killing meeeeeeeeeeee...  please...
aaahhhhhhhh...  no more... no more... uugghhh... god...  can't
take it... ugh ugh ugh... stop... please," she wailed.

  All that got Sylvia was two men switching places as Martin's
mouth replaced mine on my wife's cunt and mine replaced his on
her swollen nipples.

  Martin's mouth sucked her engorged clit inside and lashed the
throbbing organ with his tongue.  At the same time, his fingers
penetrated her contracting vagina, searched out her G-spot, and
rubbed it at the same time as we sucked her nipples and clitoris.

  "GGHHHAAAAAA.... ooohhhh... I'm gonna cum again... I'm fucking
gonna cum again!" she howled.  A moment later, pussy spewed out
her juices all over Martin as her seventh orgasm engulfed her.

  "OH SHIT!  FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!  SOMEBODY FUCK ME!"

  Martin moved up between my wife's gaping thighs as I moved
aside to give him room.  His hips thrust forward, but his cock
was so hard it was standing nearly straight up causing the head
to hit her crotch right above her clit and slide off. 
Desperately, he tried again with the same result.

  "OOohhhh... Kevin, help him.  Put his cock into me... please. 
I need to be fucked.   Please... STICK HIM INTO MEEEEEEEEEE!" my
wife moaned in frustration.

  I moved lower and reached between their bodies.  There was no
problem locating his large cock... eight inches of thick,
throbbing cock is not difficult to find.  Wrapping my hand around
Martin's iron-hard prick, I said, "Lift up, Martin, so I can
stick this big rod into my wife's cunt."

  He lifted his hips, allowing me to pull his cock downward to
align it with Sylvia's gaping opening.  Pulling him forward, I
fitted the big, purple head into her hole and then pushed down on
his ass.  His cock easily entered her to his balls.

  "OOOOWWWWWWWWW.... GGGHHHAAAAAA.... FUCK IT... FUCK IT...
AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

  Martin hammered his rod in and out of my wife's cunt like a
wild man.  His hands slid beneath her humping ass, gripped it,
and raised her higher.  He slammed his meat deep.  Sylvia
grunted.  Her mouth opened allowing her tongue to loll out. 
Saliva ran from the corner of her mouth.

  Switching positions, Martin rolled off to the side and began
fucking her in spoon position.  Again and again, the thick rod
slammed deep into my wife.  When he was about to cum, he lifted
her leg high so I could see his cock fucking her.  It only took a
few moments fucking her like that for Martin to fire his big load
deep into my wife's cunt.

  It was my turn, and I couldn't wait another second.  Lying on
my back with my cock a rigid stalagmite thrusting upward, I
yelled, "Get on my cock, Honey.  Mount it... fuck on me.  Hurry!"

  Scrambling frantically, she mounted me with her back toward my
chest so Martin could see my cock fucking in and out her cunt. 
As soon as she had it in her, her ass bounced wildly up and down
on my cock... using it... fucking me.

  "Don't you dare cum until I tell you can, Slave.  Just keep
that cock hard or I'll have it cut off.... Ugh!  Ugh!  Ugh!  Ram
me harder, Slave!  UGH!  UGH!  UGH!"

  I gritted my teeth to hold out.  It was torture, and my hot
wife knew it.  Finally, she knew I was at the limit of my
endurance.  "Now, Slave!  Pump your load into me.  SHOOT IT IN!"

  We both exploded at the same time.  The feeling of her pussy
and my cock throbbing together was like nothing I had ever felt
before.  It was glorious!

  We took a short break, and my wife brought sandwiches and
coffee for her two studs and for herself.  We ate, laughed,
joked, and frolicked on the bed together.  It was more fun than I
had ever had in my life.

  Finally, I turned my wife onto her stomach and told her to get
her knees underneath her body and put her ass in the air.

  "What are you two going to do to me now?" she asked, excited
and a little nervous.

  "How about we ass fuck her, Martin?  First you... then me...
then we'll do her ass and cunt at the same time."

  "Don't I have anything to say about this?" Sylvia complained.

  "Be quite woman...  just keep that sexy ass up in the air," I
said.  I could see my wife grin as she thrust her ass even
higher.

  "I got to fuck her cunt first.  You go first in her ass,"
Martin said.  That was a suggestion I wasn't about to refuse.

  "UUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" came my wife's groan as my cock entered.
 I couldn't believe I had refused to do this for five years.

  Martin played with her clit and nipples while I screwed her
ass.  She only lasted five minutes before I felt the contractions
of my wife's eighth orgasm.  I pulled out and let Martin have a
turn.  She grunted even louder when his larger cock entered.  I
was surprised to find that the fact he had a larger cock didn't
bother me in the slightest... for the simple reason that I knew
my wife preferred mine.

  Sylvia came again before Martin withdrew without cumming. 
After she had cum, Martin rolled them both onto their sides and
slowly ass fucked her in that position as I watched his big rod
sinking slowly in and out of my wife's ass.  "If you don't stop,
I'll cum again, Honey," my wife groaned.  "I'd rather cum next
with both of you in me."

  "Ok. Let's do her in both holes, Kevin.  We'll shoot in her at
the same time when she cums."

  "Ok.  Which hole do you want?  You're our guest so pick one."

  He took my wife's cunt, and I watched as she mounted him.  Once
more, I guided his rod into my wife's pussy.  Once he was buried
deep inside her, Martin pulled Sylvia's body against his chest to
elevate her ass for me.  I mounted her and pressed my cock
against her ass.  I slid in easily and we began fucking together.


  It was so hot that we were both struggling to hold off until we
brought my wife to the edge.  She gasped, "I'm there... oh god...
I'm there... shoot it guys... CUM IN MEEEEEEEEEEEE.... NOW!"

  All three of us groaned and throbbed in orgasm together.

--------------------------

  After Martin had left, I carried my wife back to the bed which
was a total wreck with wet spots every where.  We ignored them. 
Sylvia rolled onto her back, lifted and spread her legs for me. 
I moved into her sex saddle and pushed my cock deep inside her
waiting vagina.  We made love slowly and sensuously.  Before we
finished, I whispered in her ear, "Thank you, Darling.  Thank you
for not giving up on me.  I love you."

  "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.... and I love you, Honey.  Now be quiet and
make love to me... make me cum, you hot Stud."

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