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My Delicious Slut Wife 
by The Rude Guy (therudeguy at hotmail dot com) 

***

Audrey had an affair with Greg. that she hid from me. 
But eventually her friend Debbie told me about it. I 
confronted my wife and made a loud scene. She told me 
her affair was over. Then I flew off to Florida for a 
two-month vacation and had two affairs of my own. One 
with Lora, a stained glass artist, and one with a girl 
who cooked on the Charter Boat I took fishing in the 
Bahamas. They were fun and took my mind off my 
unfaithful wife. (MM/F, wife-sharing, wife cheat, voy)

***

I called from Los Angeles on stopover the night before 
I was due to arrive home, and got suspicious because a 
baby-sitter answered and told me Audrey would be out 
all night. Next day at the airport, my wife threw her 
arms around me in a bizarrely phony show of affection. 
We had good sex that night and she woke me up with a 
blowjob in the morning. One of my all time favorite 
fantasies. 

She had shaved her pussy – it was soft and round and 
beautiful – and had gotten an IUD inserted instead of 
her normal diaphragm. "I did it just for you!" she 
chirped, and that's when I knew something was up. 

She claimed she had not seen Greg while I was gone but 
I soon found out otherwise. We went to a dance at the 
local blues bar and she draped herself all over Greg, 
holding his hand, kneeling down in front of him, 
rubbing the inside of his thighs, or looping her arms 
around his neck, and mashing her tits against him when 
they danced. 

I was pretty humiliated. Lots of "friends" were 
witnessing her animal heat with Greg, then looking over 
at me to see how I was taking it. I don't think he was 
particularly comfortable with her brazen whorishness 
either. I caught his eye and invited him out to the car 
to smoke a jay. The pungent Hawaiian Skunkweed relaxed 
us both. I asked him what she'd said to him. 

"We could always fuck and suck."

"What!"

"I asked her what we could do together, now, with you 
back, and she said, 'we could always fuck and suck'."

"Jesus. What a whore." 

"She said you told her it was all right if the two of 
us have sex."

"Hah!  never... What a whore." Then I remembered 
something. "Was she at your house the night before I 
got back?"

"She spent the night. Moaned and howled so loud when I 
fucked her she woke the rooster. My neighbor Jesse came 
by in the morning to see if everything was OK."

I was stunned. But I shouldn't have been. She'd lied 
again. Nothing new. And truthfully, in a moment of 
desperation, I HAD told her she could have sex with 
Greg, but ONLY if I was there TOO. So I wouldn't feel 
left out. Cuckolded. I wanted to be there too. She'd 
scoffed at that idea. And she'd intentionally left that 
part out, when offering herself to him. 

"But the strangest thing," he said. "We'd be lying in 
bed after she sucked me and fucked me for hours, and 
she'd tell me how much she still loves you."

"Really?"

"Really. I couldn't make that up if I wanted to."

That's when I hatched my plan. 

I went back in and told Audrey to get in the car. She 
screeched at me to "just leave", she would get a ride 
home with "someone else". Yeah right. We argued back 
and forth until she saw Greg get in his truck and drive 
away, then she came home with me.

Next morning she fessed up. "I tell myself it's over 
with Greg, and I believe it, and it's all settled. Then 
I see him and melt inside and lose my head and it 
starts all over again. "I understand," I said. And 
strangely I did. But I didn't want to lose my whole 
family because of her lust. I loved her and my kids too 
much. 

I went out that afternoon and got some of her favorite 
St. Pauli Girl beer. A couple six packs. I handed her a 
beer at six and another at seven. I got the kids in bed 
by 8 pm and handed her another. Soon after a car pulled 
up in our driveway. 

"Who's that?" she asked.

"A present for you."

Greg parked his truck and came up the steps. I opened 
the door and handed him a beer. We went up to the 
living room and sat on the sofa. Audrey sat across the 
room from us as we lit a joint. She was nervous and 
suspicious, legs clamped tightly together. Her husband 
and her lover sitting side-by-side grinning at her. 
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. SHE was the one 
who was supposed to be in control. Not us. 

She'd sucked and fucked both of us on the day I got 
home. He in the early morning, me that night. And with 
her shaved pussy and IUD she had planned to hop back 
and forth from bed to bed and keep both of us in the 
dark – and stay in control of the situation. Fuck her 
cake and suck it too, so to speak. But now she had lost 
control and she didn't like it one bit. 

She glared at us as we made small talk about fishing. I 
invited her to come sit between us and smoke some pot 
but she shook her head. She clutched her beer and took 
occasional defiant swigs. I KNEW the beer had made her 
horny but she was fighting it off. Or so she thought. 

Finally Greg walked over and offered her a puff. She 
glared at me and took one, then another. Her legs 
unclenched.

I started talking about the obvious attraction they 
felt for each other. Palpable in the air as static 
electricity. She looked into his eyes and he looked 
down at her. It occured to me that if I weren't there, 
she would probably have pulled down his pants and 
started worshipping his dick right there. Licking and 
slobbering and sucking his cock and balls. But after an 
awkward moment she just glared back at me. 

"I have a great idea!" I said. And with some fussing 
and shoving, Greg on one arm and me on the other, we 
pulled her into our bedroom and sat her down on the 
bed. Then, to her surprise, I backtracked and pulled 
the door shut behind me, leaving them alone inside the 
room.

I went to the kitchen and got another beer and sat on 
the couch again. I heard some hushed talk and fussing 
and whining for a while. Then everything got very 
quiet. After ten minutes or so I heard her moan. Audrey 
is definitely a moaner. Once the moaning starts she's 
done for. Out of body, out of mind. The haughty 
feminist, subservient to pleasure. Sex slave. Desiring 
and being desired. Opening like an oyster, eager to be 
eaten.

I waited ten minutes more and then looked in. 

There was the love of my life, mother of my children, 
the woman I worked like a beast to provide for, naked 
on all fours, ass high in the air, licking Greg's dick, 
mouthing his balls, worshipping his cock, while he laid 
back on my marital bed, head on my pillow, massaging 
her clit. She looked up at me with his cock bulging 
against the inside of her cheek. Not startled but 
defiant. Like a child who will bite you if you try to 
take away her toy. She gave his cock a long lick and 
her wedding ring sparkled in the lamplight. 

I was pierced by the awfulest/best feeling I had ever 
had in my life. Utterly shamed and hurt and jealous 
that my wife craved another man's cock...and at the 
same time, mysteriously, almost biologically, 
overpowered by a glorious drooling mushroom-scented 
lust. My wife screwing like a chimpanzee, and I loved 
it. She looked so sexy with his cock bulging against 
her cheek, it made me feverish with lust. Must be 
something that goes way way back in human mating 
history. 

She closed her eyes and deep-throated him. Man can she 
suck a dick. Her thick lips and wide jaw were designed 
by God for sucking cock. A true evolutionary gift. 
Better than red hair or big boobs for attracting and 
holding onto men. I knew just what Greg was feeling. He 
looked up at me with glazed eyes and gave me a weak 
smile. He was as helpless and conquered as I was. 
Stroking her auburn/red hair with one hand and her clit 
with the other. And she moaning and sucking and sucking 
and moaning. Clearly they had both done this before, 
without me around. 

Greg was younger and thinner than me, more muscular and 
blond, with a much thicker longer cock. I could see why 
she melted every time she thought about having it in 
her mouth or pussy. And who was I to deny my wife 
pleasure? As long as she didn't deny me mine. 

I watched the lamplight rising and falling on her ass 
as she undulated in time to his clit massage. I came 
around the bed and stuck a finger into her pussy, 
feeling Greg's finger through her skin as he rubbed her 
clit. I dropped my pants and stuck my little prick in 
her. She didn't even break her sucking stride. His 
finger occasionally slipped onto the underside of my 
prick, but I was too inflamed with lust to care. I'm 
sure that his finger on her clit gave her more pleasure 
than my tiny dick did. And that was yet another good 
thing. I didn't have to concern myself with her 
pleasure at all, just mine. He was taking care of her. 

I came in a couple minutes. As I grabbed her hips with 
one hand and gushed into her, I jammed my little finger 
up her asshole. She squirmed and tried to slap back at 
me, but then settled down and resumed sucking with a 
vengeance. With my prick softening in her pussy and my 
finger in her ass and Greg's large cock in her mouth 
she was moaning louder than I'd ever heard her moan 
before. This was really working out.

I heard a sound at the door and pulled out and sprinted 
over to it just in time to greet my son who rubbed his 
eyes and asked, "Is mommy sick?" "No...no... big 
guy...she's not sick." He tried to peek around me and I 
tried to block him, but to this day I'm convinced my 
son got a glimpse of his mom, naked on all fours, on 
the bed, sucking some strange guy's cock. She didn't 
care. She didn't even look up.

I walked my lovely little boy downstairs, and tucked 
him in, and explained over and over that everything was 
all right and he should just try and go back to sleep. 
But I could HEAR her moaning through the walls. She was 
a bitch in heat and didn't care who knew. 

When I got back to the room she was running her hand up 
and down his slick wet cock. She didn't even glance at 
me. She looked in his eyes and cooed, "I want this big 
banana in my pussy." So Greg got up behind her ass, and 
I lay down on my back with my dick in her face. She 
grabbed onto my dick but that was all. Then I heard her 
give out the biggest groan so far as he thrust into 
her. 

And as he began reaming her slowly, in... and... out, 
in... and... out, I reached up and started massaging 
her clit. She opened a bleary eye at me and took my 
prick in her mouth, licking her own juices, sucking me 
down her throat to that soft tissue that's tighter than 
pussy. 

Greg's muscled hands were locked on her hips, steadying 
her, while he steam-hammered his cock into her drippy 
cunt. His face was twisted with ecstasy. We were all 
lost in lust. My fantasy had come true. Someone else 
was doing the work of banging the buns off Audrey while 
she was sucking my cock to save the universe. 

It was great. It went on for hours. We came, separately 
and together, and took beer breaks, and pot breaks, and 
bathroom breaks. Then we came back and did it all over 
again. Sometimes I just sipped beer and watched. Jesus 
the guy had stamina. He was a bull and she was a sheep. 
He was a grizzly bear and she was a bunny rabbit. It 
was so beautiful to see her writhing and trembling in 
uncontrollable spasms of lust. 

After awhile I slid myself on my back, under her belly, 
so I could lick her clit while she sucked my dick and 
Greg fucked her pussy doggy style, just inches away 
from my face. What a sight! Like a loop film of a pink 
wet undersea volcano convulsing and erupting over and 
over again, ejecting pussy juice and sperm and salvia 
onto the gawking natives below. (Me.) It even started 
smelling like boiled seaweed and clam juice between her 
legs.

We fucked like that forever. The guy was a rhino. I 
came once in Audrey's mouth and she coughed and spit it 
out and barked, "You're supposed to tell me." But then 
the moaning resumed and she lay her head on my stomach 
while he fucked her steadily, and I massaged her clit. 
What a beautiful scene. Her tits swinging and 
shuddering rhythmically, opening and closing on my view 
of her lips lazily nibbling my limp penis. And above my 
head there's a bull cock ramming in and out of a soft 
pink volcano, raining pussy juice and hot sweat down on 
my nose. Wow! Can't get closer to the action than that. 

Finally we collapsed on the bed with Audrey between us. 
I turned out the light. The blue moonlight played 
across the shoulders and backs and tits of the three 
people crammed onto our two-person bed. Lovely. 

I woke up an hour or so later. They were cuddled 
together spoon style, his arm was between her legs. 
Protecting his pussy in his sleep? I was so excited I 
beat off. Shaking the bed until she growled at me and 
told me to stop. Then she snuggled closer to him. 

I fell asleep. But not much later I was awakened by 
their rocking motion. Silhouetted against the blue moon 
light, she was on her back. He was bent over her, 
licking her clit and straddling her head, leisurely 
fucking her mouth. It was beautiful. She was moaning 
and vacuuming in his cock so deep she was nuzzling her 
nose in his balls! I beat off again watching this 
amazing sight. I was out of sperm but not out of lust. 
Then Greg came, clinching his muscled butt cheeks above 
the mouth he'd been slowly fucking, and she swallowed 
every bit of it – without complaining. Maybe there 
wasn't much left?

I closed my eyes on that lovely scene, and woke up once 
more before dawn in a gently rocking bed. She was on 
her side facing me and he was clutching both her tits 
fucking her spoon style. I slid over and kissed her. I 
stuck my tongue in her mouth and she slurped it 
greedily, slobbering all over my face like a puppy as 
her lover plowed her pussy. It was the best kiss she 
ever gave me. 

Then I reversed my position, and fingered her clit, and 
stuck my dick in her face. She sucked it sleepily, but 
it wouldn't get hard. I licked her clit as Greg's cock 
plunged in and out of her pussy an inch away from my 
nose. Then I slid up and began kissing her belly and 
massaging her clit with my finger, which she seemed to 
prefer. 

Greg grunted and came again, squeezing her tits like 
rags, and she moaned like she was dying, or being 
reborn. Somehow, in the excitement of grunts and moans 
and slapping flesh, I came once more, the fifth time, 
ejaculating without sperm, and fell asleep with my dick 
in her mouth. 

And then the birdcalls and the pitter patter of little 
feet, and I was up and off to make breakfast for the 
kids. When they were settled with their cereal and 
their picture books I went back into the bedroom. Both 
lovers were gone. The shower was running so I went into 
the bathroom. 

Audrey was bent over holding a soap dish handle in one 
hand, and clutching the shower curtain in the other, 
while Greg pumped her from behind, like the cow in heat 
she was. I slipped my pants off, got in the shower and 
stuck my dick in her face. She licked my balls and 
sucked my dick, but it wouldn't get hard. Not even a 
little. All fucked out.

So I massaged her tits and held her lovely wet head 
against my stomach, as he blasted off inside her one 
more time. I watched the sperm running down her legs 
with the shower water. I couldn't believe he was still 
shooting live ammo. Then she looked up at me and said, 
"I love you." And she glanced over her arched back at 
Greg and said, "I love you too." Then she pulled off 
him and rinsed her hair and wrapped a towel around her 
torso and trotted downstairs to see the kids. 

Greg and I high-fived each other and gurgled with 
laughter. We never imagined our plan would turn out 
this good. We didn't even get around to fucking her ass 
that night. That came later. 

Nevertheless, it had been the most intense sex I'd ever 
seen, or been part of, and it still gets me hard, years 
later, just thinking about it. 

END

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