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My Wife: Expert Bridge Player and Semi-Pro Whore
by MuffDiver (h.landers1961@hotmail.com)

***

An unexpected event occurs in the life of duplicate 
bridge players, Fred and his wife, Christy, that 
awakens in Fred hidden sexual desires and fantasies 
leading to the opening up of vast new vistas of sexual 
experiences and erotic pleasures far beyond both Fred 
and Christy's most private and secret wildest hopes and 
dreams. (MFF, wife, voy, swing)

***

Hi Kristen,

I am one of your most devoted fans and a frequent and 
steady visitor to your web site of erotic stories, The 
Kristen Archives. I have often wished that I could do 
something to show my gratitude for all the pleasure you 
have given me. I considered contributing money or maybe 
writing some stories myself. But I am not a wealthy man 
and really can't afford to contribute money to the 
maintenance of the archive, and until recently, my sex 
life with my wife has been fairly routine and not worth 
writing about. And besides I'm a klutz when it comes to 
writing. 

But recently a fantastic event occurred in the sex life 
of my wife, Christy, and I that awakened in me desires 
that I never knew I had which has opened up vast new 
vistas of sexual experiences for Christy and I giving 
us both more pleasure and satisfaction than either of 
us ever imagined that we would ever experience. 

So I decided to take the plunge and try to give 
something back in sincere appreciation and gratitude 
for all the pleasure you have given me and have 
attempted to write about this event that has so 
enriched our sexual lives hoping that some of your 
readers will enjoy reading about it. Keep up the great 
work babe.

MuffDiver

***

My wife, Christy, and I are duplicate bridge players 
who enjoy going to duplicate bridge tournaments as 
often as we can which are usually five or six day 
affairs in big hotels that always attract hundreds of 
players. She is an excellent bridge player with a well 
established reputation as one of the finest players in 
our region and she is regularly asked to partner with 
many of the best known nationally recognized 
professional players whenever they come to compete in 
local and regional tournaments in our part of the 
country.

Christy and I had been married for almost nine years 
and for the first seven and a half to eight years we 
had what I thought was a very normal but robust and 
happy sex life together. But a little over a year ago 
an event happened that developed in me a powerful 
secret desire to watch Christy make mad, passionate 
love to other men. 

I don't mean to just passively lay back and get fucked 
by another man, but to actually take an active lead in 
fucking them and sucking their cocks and eating their 
cum. We had been married for almost eight years when 
this compulsion began. It happened when I accidentally 
stumbled on my wife fucking and sucking the cock of a 
fellow bridge playing friend who had been a guest at a 
duplicate bridge party at our home one Friday night.

Among our circle of bridge playing close friends we 
frequently have bridge parties at each others homes 
that usually involve 12 to 16 people to make up 3 or 4 
tables of bridge. A typical bridge party starts around 
6:00 pm with cocktails, heavy hors d'oeuvres, and some 
socializing before we settle down to starts playing 
bridge around 7:00 pm. 

We usually play a standard set of 28 to 32 deals (we 
call them boards because each deal of four hands is 
preserved in a board with slots for the four hands and 
every pair gets to play each deal once). The game 
consists of rounds where two pairs at a table will play 
a set of four boards and then all the pairs move to a 
different table in accordance with a movement schedule 
to play the next set of different boards with a 
different pair that they haven't yet played with. 

This scenario continues for about seven or eight rounds 
until every pair have played all the deals and one 
round with every other pair. The boards are then scored 
to see which pair got the best result on each deal, and 
the results for each pair are tallied up to see who was 
the overall winner for the evening. 

It sounds very complicated but it really isn't and we 
always have a good time. The whole thing takes about 
three hours with lots of drinking going on between 
rounds which takes about three to four hours. Then we 
break up to talk about the interesting hands we just 
played, maybe dance a little if some are so inclined, 
drink even more, and generally just have a good time 
until 1 or 2 am by which time most of us are pretty 
well oiled with booze.

On this particular Friday evening the bridge party was 
at our home and it had been a big success. The bridge 
produced a lot of interesting hands that generated even 
more lively discussion and lots of drinking. I had been 
drinking Scotch shooters all night long and by midnight 
I was pretty well blown away and Christy helped me up 
to our bedroom. 

In my drunken stupor I was clumsily trying to suck her 
tits as she helped me to undress to get into bed and 
the last thing I remember her saying to me as she 
helped me to undress to get into bed was to gather my 
second wind and not to dare beat my meat because she 
would be back in a few minutes to give me a blow job 
and fuck my brains out just as soon as she could usher 
the last five or six hardcore bridge players out the 
door to end the evening. But when my head hit the 
pillow, I just passed out cold.

It was somewhere around 4 am when I woke up with a 
raging hard-on needing to take a piss real bad and I 
staggered out of bed still in a semi-drunken fog and 
into the bathroom to take care of business oblivious to 
the fact that Christy was not in bed with me. When I 
finished pissing I felt this powerful thirst caused by 
all the booze I had consumed during the party and 
decided to go down to the kitchen to get a big glass of 
ice cold water. 

I left the bathroom and went into the hall to the head 
of the stairs still not noticing that Christy was not 
in our bed. The house was completely dark and quiet and 
as I started down the stairs I heard this muffled moan 
and grunting that seemed to come from our guest room at 
the end of the hall.

I was still in a semi-drunken stupor and remember 
thinking to myself, "That's strange. What could be 
going on down there?" I went to investigate and noticed 
that the door to the guest bedroom was about half open 
and the room was bathed in a soft dim light that was 
coming from the street lamp on the curb that was 
immediately opposite the bedroom window whose blinds 
must have been up. 

I couldn't see the bed through the partially open door 
because it was behind the door. But as I started to 
reach for the door knob to push the door open, I could 
see the bed in the reflection of the large mirror over 
the dresser that was against the wall on the right side 
of the bed. What I saw caused me to freeze dead in my 
tracks.

Christy was completely nude straddled on top of some 
man with his hard cock stuffed into her cunt and she 
was humping up and down on that hard rod moaning and 
whispering to him to hurry up and shoot his hot cum 
into her pussy as she leaned over his body so that he 
could suck on her tits. (That is one of her favorite 
fucking positions. She loves for me to suck her tits 
while she humps up and down on my cock.) 

Christy was in the throes of ecstasy. I was stunned by 
what I was witnessing and my eyes were frozen on that 
mirror as I was mesmerized by the site of my wife 
fucking that man's brains out while he sucked on her 
tits. My head was full of a jumble of confusing 
thoughts as I stood there transfixed watching and 
listening to her as she was softly saying to him, 

"C'mon Stan baby. Shoot me full of that sweet, hot, 
love juice of yours. I want it to fill my insides and 
taste it on my tongue. Your monster cock is magnificent 
baby. It's stretching my cunt like it's never been 
stretched before. Shove it in hard and deep baby and 
fill me up with your sweet cock sauce. Oh God it feels 
so good! I'm starting to come again baby... Oh God, Oh 
God, Oh God... I'm cumming baby! I can feel your cock 
swelling. Shoot it to me! Shoot it to meee! 

Stan broke his lip lock on Christy's right tit and 
exclaimed, "Here it comes baby! I'm cumming doll, I'm 
cumminng!" He grunted and shoved deeply four or five 
times, "Ugggghhhh!" And emptied his load of hot cum 
into my wife's cunt and then said, "Oh my God Christy, 
that was great... you are one fantastic world class 
fuck baby! But I'm afraid that I'm all fucked out 
angel." 

(Stan Bartlett was from Chicago and he was one of the 
better known professional duplicate bridge experts in 
our region. He was in town to play in our local unit's 
annual 3-day club championship tournament which had 
ended earlier on that Friday afternoon. Christy was on 
his team for the Flight A Knockouts and they had swept 
the field and won the championship. Christy had been 
pumped up all evening basking in the glow of their 
victory, but I never suspected that she was so high as 
to want to fuck Stan.)

Anyway, as I watched and listened to her performing 
like an accomplished whore, I knew that I should be 
enraged and should be confronting the two of them and 
beating the hell out of Stan. But I couldn't make 
myself move because I also knew that the sight of my 
wife fucking Stan was the most erotic thing I had ever 
seen. Without being aware of it, I had generated a 
tremendous hard-on and had been standing there 
unconsciously holding that hard-on while watching her 
fuck Stan. 

When Christy hit the peak of her massive orgasm, I was 
so filled with erotic lust that before I knew what was 
happening the cum rushed up out of my balls and raced 
down my cock spewing out all over the bedroom rug in 
five massive spurts of hot cum in the most intense 
orgasm I think I have ever experienced. But they were 
both so deeply into their own sexual ecstasy that they 
didn't notice or hear a thing. 

And now I was hoping that she would continue fucking 
him as soon as they got their strength back. My God, I 
thought to myself, the sight of Christy fucking another 
man turned me on more than anything had ever done 
before. I wanted her to do it again!!, or at least 
watch her suck his cock until he came in her mouth and 
she swallowed his cum. 

But at the same time, I didn't want Christy to know how 
much I was turned-on by watching her fuck Stan. I was 
afraid she would think of me as a weak man who was 
either a coward afraid to defend what was his or else 
some sort of weird sexual pervert who took pleasure in 
watching his wife fuck and suck other men like a common 
whore. 

While all these thoughts were racing through my head, 
Christy was laying on top of Stan's stomach and chest 
with his cock still stuffed up into her cunt recovering 
from her massive orgasm, and she was telling him how 
much she loved being fucked by him. She said that it 
was better than making a grand slam because he gave her 
the best orgasms she had ever had with just his cock in 
her cunt and that she rarely was ever able to reach 
orgasm when I fucked her with my small cock, and she 
would usually have to finish herself off by hand or ask 
me to finger fuck her because she knew I didn't like to 
eat a pussy full of cum. 

Then almost as if she was telepathic and could read my 
thoughts as I was silently willing her to fuck him 
again, she began to stir and scooted her body down to 
take his now semi-hard cock into her mouth and started 
sucking on it. Stan moaned and said,

"God Christy, that feels wonderful, but it's too soon 
doll. After that first massive cum eating blow job and 
the other blow jobs, hand jobs and great fucks that you 
gave me, my balls are exhausted and it's going to take 
more than just a little while before they can generate 
another big load of cum. Besides, it's getting really 
late and I don't want Fred to wake up and catch us 
because I want us to be able to get together again many 
times. You are without a doubt the best cock-sucking, 
cum eating, piece of ass that I have ever had and I 
don't want anything to queer it now."

Christy replied, "Boy Stan, you really know how to 
sweet talk a woman don't you. I've never before had 
anyone tell me that I was the 'best cock-sucking, cum 
eating, piece of ass they ever had in just that way, 
and I think I probably should be offended, but I'm not. 
I'm really very happy because I know that I really am 
the best, and I'm ecstatic that you think that about 
me. Now be quiet. I'm not trying to give you another 
blow-job. I know it's too soon. All I want to do is to 
suck out all the remaining cum in your cock's piss tube 
to taste it again. I love the taste of your delicious 
cock sauce baby, and I don't want to waste a drop of 
it.

And as for Fred, don't worry about him. He was so 
completely drunk when he passed out that I doubt if he 
will be stirring before 10 o'clock in the morning, and 
what he doesn't know about won't hurt him. I won't tell 
him if you won't." And she then resumed sucking on his 
cock and savoring the cum that was still leaking out of 
it. 

Finally, when she had sucked Stan's cock completely 
dry, she said to him,

"OK, baby. You're cock sauce well is completely dry now 
so I'll give you a break and call it a night. I know 
you're right about not taking any more chances on 
getting caught. And I too certainly don't want anything 
to get in the way of my being able to get together with 
you again as often as you want me. I want to be fucked 
by you as often as possible. You have the most 
magnificent huge cock that 
I have ever experienced, certainly a whole lot bigger 
and better than Fred's. His is not too bad mind you. 
But it's just barely adequate most of the time. 

Fred's cock really pales in comparison to your 
magnificent weapon and I'm really looking forward to 
sucking up its delicious, hot, cock sauce and being 
fucked by it many more times. Now you have my cell 
phone number, so give me a call real soon baby so we 
can coordinate on tournaments and such. OK?

Stan replied, "You got it doll. You'll be hearing from 
me soon. You're the hottest thing I have ever been 
with. I love your enthusiastic appetite for pure raw 
sex in all its forms. I especially love the taste of 
your cunt and cunt juice. You've got the sweetest 
tasting cunt I have ever eaten. Christy giggled, "I'm 
glad you like it baby. You can thank Fred for that. He 
likes me to oil up my pussy with some flavored cunt oil 
before he eats it. I had already oiled up my cunt 
expecting Fred to eat me before I fucked him last 
night, but he was passed out dead drunk when we came up 
last night. 

"I'm surprised you didn't recognize the strawberry 
flavor. He has several different flavors for variety. 
He likes to say that just like a good tasting salad can 
be improved into a great tasting salad with the right 
salad dressing, so can a good tasting cunt become a 
great tasting cunt when it's dressed with the right 
flavored cunt oil. I think it's kind of cute and I 
don't mind accommodating him if it means that I will 
get my cunt sucked and eaten more often." 

Stan replied, "Interesting guy your Fred. I'll have to 
get to know him better. I like the way he thinks. But 
anyway you're a dream come true, and I'll be calling 
you soon to see when we can meet again to play and I 
mean both bridge and with each other. Good night doll."

As Christy began to move to get up, I came out of my 
trance like state and quickly scooted back to our room 
and jumped into bed. Then when Christy came into our 
bedroom, I pretended to be in a deep sleep and she 
quietly slipped into her side of the bed still nude, 
and lay quietly on her back not moving as if she was 
trying to detect any movement on my part. 

After about five minutes I could detect some slight 
motion from her side of the bed and chanced cracking 
the eye lid of my eye closest to her and watched out of 
the narrowest slit opening quietly taking the fingers 
of her right hand and inserting them into her cunt to 
scoop up Stan's cum that was still draining down from 
deep in her cunt where he had dumped his massive loads 
of cum, and then was sucking it off her fingers into 
her mouth.

I almost lost it then, and felt like jumping over on 
top of her and shoving my cock into her mouth and 
shouting, "Do you want some hot cum bitch?? Suck on 
this you whoring slut and I'll shoot you a big fresh 
load of tasty hot cock sauce down your throat!!" But I 
didn't. It took all my will power, but I continued to 
feign being asleep because I wanted a lot more time to 
decide how I was going to react to this turn of events. 
Eventually exhaustion took over and both Christy and I 
fell off into deep sleeps.

At about 9 o'clock I was having an erotic dream that a 
beautiful, well stacked, young woman was softly 
stroking and sucking on my cock when I slowly became 
aware that it was not a dream and opened my eyes to see 
Christy giving me a blow job. She was lying on her side 
with her left hand around the base of my cock, her 
right hand gently caressing and lightly massaging my 
balls, and my hard cock in her mouth sucking on it and 
swirling her tongue all around the head. 

I involuntarily groaned with pleasure causing her to 
look up at me and I sleepily said, "What are you doing 
Christy?" She stopped sucking for a minute and smiled 
at me and said, "Now what does it look like I'm doing 
silly? I'm giving you a wake-up blow job. I'm really 
horny baby. Don't you remember when I helped you up to 
bed last night? I told you I would be right back to 
give you a cum eating blow job and fuck your brains 
out. And when I returned a little while later I was 
devastated with disappointment to find you completely 
passed out cold. I tried to revive you by sucking on 
your cock, but you were so far gone that it wouldn't 
even get hard." 

Then she giggled a little and said, "That was actually 
fun sucking on your completely limp dick. It was so 
soft and wriggled around like a little worm in my mouth 
as I pushed it around with my tongue. I'd like to try 
that again sometime soon. But that's not what I wanted 
right then. Winning the knockouts with Stan gave me a 
real rush and I was so high and horny that all I wanted 
to do was to taste your hot cock sauce and then get 
royally fucked by you. But with you passed out drunk 
all I got was hornier. Now be quiet and just lay back 
and enjoy letting me finish sucking you off. I'm really 
hungry for your cock sauce- unless of course you'd like 
to suck on my cunt at the same time?" 

I replied, "No, that's OK honey, I'll save that delight 
for a little later." I knew her cunt was still full of 
Stan's cum which was now at least four or five hours 
old and stale, and I didn't relish the idea of sucking 
it out of her cunt. 

(I really do love to eat pussy and suck out cunts full 
of fresh cunt juice but I draw the line at eating cunts 
full of some other man's cum, or even my own cum for 
that matter. That really turns me off. Christy has 
known this about me for our entire married life. She 
knows that if she wants me to eat her pussy, she has to 
orchestrate things so that I can do it before fucking 
her and filling up her cunt with cum. 

She, on the other hand, has no compunction about eating 
her own cunt juice and loves to suck my cock right 
after I've fucked her and my cock is still slick with 
her cunt juices. While I didn't know it for sure, I 
suspected that at some time in her life before we met 
and married that she probably had some hot lesbian 
experiences involving eating other women's pussies.)

Christy said, "That's cool darling. After I've eaten 
your delicious load, I'll go into the bathroom and 
freshen up a bit while you regenerate some more cum and 
a good hard-on and then we'll really get it on and I'm 
going to fuck your brains out. How's that for a plan?"

I said, "That sounds like a perfect plan babe." And 
Christy continued sucking on my cock until I finally 
came after a few minutes shooting five big loads of hot 
cum into her mouth and down her throat. She continued 
sucking and swallowing my cum until there wasn't a drop 
left in my cock when she finally came up for air and 
exclaimed, "Wow!! That was quite a load and very tasty 
too. I just love the taste and texture of your velvety 
smooth cock sauce. Now you just relax while I go brush 
my teeth and freshen up a bit and I'll be right back. 
And when I return this time, I expect to see a hard 
cock standing at attention."

I said, "OK, honey. Don't forget to put some of that 
'smell good-taste good' on your pussy for me. Some of 
the strawberry flavored stuff would be perfect." She 
chuckled and said, "Oh boy, I like the sound of that! I 
already put some on last night when I thought I was 
going to get to fuck you. I was hoping you would want 
to eat my cunt first, but I'll freshen it up now with 
some more," as she started to get out of bed to head 
for the bathroom.

I was admiring her slender hour-glass figure sitting on 
long, trim legs topped by a slightly protruding pussy 
mound framed by two luscious outer pussy lips and 
topped out by well formed 38C tits as she stood up and 
stretched, when she said, 

"Oh, by the way. In case you hear any noise coming from 
the other end of the hall, Stan Bartlett stayed the 
night in the guest room. When I went down last night to 
shoo the stragglers home, it was obvious that he was in 
no shape to drive. He was so drunk he could hardly 
stand without falling down, so I suggested he just 
sleep it off in our guest room. He probably won't be up 
and about for hours yet." Then she turned and went into 
the bathroom.

So now I knew what her story was going to be. I laid 
there in the bed while she was in the bathroom trying 
to sort out all the conflicting thoughts and emotions 
in my head. Part of me wanted to punish her severely in 
some way for cheating on me behind my back with such 
indifferent, brazen, and arrogant contempt for me in my 
own home and belittling me with another man by telling 
him that my cock was not enough to satisfy her and how 
much of a better lover he was compared to me. But part 
of me was also inflamed with an overwhelming erotic 
desire for her to fuck and suck another man and eat his 
hot cum while I watched her perform like a slutty 
whore. 

I was toying with the idea of suggesting to her when 
she came out of the bathroom to fuck me, that maybe it 
would be more exciting for her to go down the hall and 
wake up Stan with a blow job and then fuck his brains 
out while I watched and jacked off. But I was afraid 
that she would be so revolted at a husband who wanted 
to beat his meat while he watched his wife fuck and 
suck off other men, that I would end up losing her. 

For sure I didn't want that to happen in spite of my 
anger and hurt, because no matter who else she fucked 
and sucked, as Stan had said earlier, she was still the 
best cock-sucking, cum eating, piece of ass that I had 
ever had as well. I could certainly agree with Stan 
Bartlett on that score for sure, and I knew that 
whatever else happened, I didn't want to lose her.

So there I was lying in the bed trying to decide what 
to do when after about 10 minutes she came through the 
bathroom door and slowly ambled over to the bed while 
she massaged her pussy lips with one hand and tweaked 
her nipples with the other. Her pussy and cunt were 
already glistening with fresh pussy juice which she was 
licking off her fingers. She was whispering in a low 
husky voice, "I'm ready for you baby. That was the best 
tasting load of cock sauce you ever shot into my mouth 
and I can feel it still coating my insides all over. 
It's got me hot, hot, hot for your cock." 

I had to hand it to her. She really knew how to turn a 
man on when she wanted to. Ordinarily I would have had 
my face buried in her pussy by now sucking out her cunt 
and licking up her pussy juices. But this time it 
wasn't working. As she started to pull the sheet down 
off my body to expose my still limp cock and balls, I 
don't know what came over me, it was like I was on 
automatic pilot and I couldn't stop myself as I looked 
at her straight in the eyes and heard my self blurting 
out, 

"Really baby? Do you really like my cum all that much? 
I thought I heard you earlier last night telling Stan 
how much better tasting his thick cum was than my cum 
and how much bigger his cock was than mine while you 
were riding up and down on that stiff cock with it 
stuffed deep into your cunt begging him to shoot his 
cum in to your cunt? So why don't you tell me again how 
much you love the taste of my cum. Or better yet, put 
those whore's skills of yours to really good use and 
suck me off again . You have always been a much better 
cock-sucker than a slutty fuck."

Christy froze like a deer in the headlights with a look 
of confusion and fear in her eyes as she stammered, 
"Wh-what are you t-talking about honey? You must have 
been having a d-delusional dream sparked by all that 
Scotch you drank last night." I knew I had completely 
blind-sided her because she was stuttering just like 
she always did when she got confronted with something 
she thought was a secret.

"Give it up Christy," I said. "I watched you, you 
whoring bitch! I stood there in that doorway behind the 
partially open door and saw you in the reflection of 
the dresser mirror on the bed straddling Stan's body 
with his cock shoved deep into your cunt and watched 
and listened to you fuck him while he sucked on your 
tits. 

"You were riding up and down on his cock and begging 
him to fill your cunt with his delicious hot cock sauce 
and telling him how much you loved his monster cock 
filling up your cunt better than my small tool had ever 
done. And then after he had dumped his load of cum in 
your cunt you shoved that cock into your mouth to suck 
out and eat all the residual cum still in his piss hole 
telling him how much you loved the taste and texture of 
his sweet cock sauce.

"None of that was a drunken delusional dream you 
whoring slut! So don't even think about trying to sell 
that fairy tale. I heard you tell him how much you 
wanted to fuck and suck him often again and again and 
gave him your cell phone number. You told him that I 
was passed out drunk and what I didn't know wouldn't 
hurt me. 

"Well, you miscalculated you slut bitch. You didn't 
count on me waking up needing to take a piss. 
Afterwards I was thirsty and started down the stairs to 
the kitchen to get some ice cold water when I heard 
your moans of ecstasy coming from the guest room and 
went to investigate. That's when I saw you fucking the 
bastard with all the energy and expertise of a 
professional whore. 

"It hurt me a lot Christy to see you performing on 
another man like an accomplished whore, but what really 
hurt me the most was how you made fun of my cock and 
told him how inadequate I was in bed and couldn't 
satisfy you like he did. I now know what you really 
think of me you whore. I thought you really loved me, 
but now I know you just told me what you knew I wanted 
to hear just like a good whore does when she wants her 
johns to keep coming back for her services. 

"I bet you really were a whore at some time before I 
met you. You were a whore, weren't you Christy? I hope 
you were paid well, because I admit that you really do 
know how to fuck and suck a hard cock. Prior experience 
as a whore would explain how you acquired that kind of 
talent. 

"How many other men have you fucked and sucked since 
we've been married? And how many of them have been good 
friends of ours that are now laughing at me behind my 
back? You're performance with Stan last night was just 
too good to have been just a first time isolated 
event."

All through my diatribe, Christy was sitting on the bed 
next to me quietly sobbing with tears rolling down her 
face. When I paused she spoke softly and said, "Oh God 
darling, I'm so sorry, so sorry. I do love you baby and 
I never meant to hurt you. 

It was the booze and the excitement of winning the Club 
tournament, and it just happened. I didn't plan it and 
there has never ever been anyone else since we married 
until this stupid mistake last night. I have never been 
a whore baby, but I wasn't a virgin either when we 
married- and you know that. 

I was as high and horny as I have ever been last night 
when I helped you to bed. And when I went down to get 
rid of the rest of the drunks and told them they had to 
leave, they began joking and laughing and wanted to 
know why I was trying to get rid of them so fast, and 
so I joked back and said it was because I was horny as 
hell and couldn't wait to get back upstairs to jump 
your bones before you fell asleep. They all got a big 
laugh out of that and said that was a very good reason 
and wished me luck as they quickly filed out to leave. 
All except Stan who was acting falling down drunk. 

When the door closed I thought to myself that he can't 
drive like that so I told him he could sleep it off in 
the guest room. He was staggering so bad that I put his 
arm around my shoulder to help him up the stairs and as 
we started for the staircase he began fondling my tits 
with his free hand and asking me to let him satisfy my 
need for a hot cock. Well I was drunk too and I just 
wanted to quickly get him upstairs and into bed so I 
could have you fuck my brains out, and so I let him 
have his fun thinking that he was just a drunk copping 
a harmless feel. 

But on the way up the stairs he moved his hand down to 
my pussy and began massaging it, and God help me, in my 
horny, drunken state, it felt really good and I let him 
continue as we moved on to the guest room. When I 
finally got him to the bed he reached out for my hand 
and put it on his crotch where I felt the biggest 
hardest cock that I have ever felt- and you knew I 
wasn't a virgin when we married. 

Anyway, I told him thanks for the offer but that I had 
something waiting for me that was better than anything 
he could ever hope to offer me and told him to sleep it 
off and left for our bedroom and quickly stripped naked 
to jump your body. But by then you were out cold, and I 
really did try to revive you by sucking on your cock, 
but it was no use as you were dead to the world. 

But I was so drunk, horny, hot with sexual lust, and 
frustrated by then, that I couldn't think straight or 
help myself. I couldn't stop thinking about Stan's huge 
hard cock that I had just felt. So I thought that 
moving around might help dampen my fires of passion and 
I decided to get up and go check on Stan to see if he 
needed a blanket or anything. 

I slipped on a teddy and went to his room and as I 
walked in I asked him if I could get him anything like 
a blanket or a pillow and then I saw him laid out naked 
in the bed with the biggest hard cock I have ever seen 
sticking straight up in the air. He grinned at me and 
said he didn't need any blankets but would be forever 
grateful if I could think of some way to help him get 
rid of that hard-on so he could get some sleep. 

I felt this overwhelming compulsion to feel that 
monster tool and moved to it as in a trance and put my 
hand on it to feel it throbbing and the next thing I 
knew I was sucking on it for all I was worth and then 
before I realized what I was doing he had an orgasm, 
shooting a really massive load of cum down my throat. 
Then before his cock started to wilt and get soft he 
pulled me down onto my back, got on top of me and 
spread my legs, and rammed his hard cock all the way 
into my cunt and I guess I just lost it and let him 
fuck me until I had a powerful orgasm. 

After that it just became a blur of sexual frenzy. Stan 
went down on my cunt sucking it dry and drove me to so 
many orgasms that I lost count, then he fucked me again 
doggie style but didn't cum in me but waited until I 
had another big orgasm and then pulled out of my cunt 
and shoved his cock in my mouth again and shot his load 
down my throat for a second time. 

It turned out that he wasn't nearly as drunk as he had 
been acting because over the next hour or two he 
displayed amazing lasting power. I'm certain now that 
when he heard me joke to the rest of the folks about 
how horny I was, he saw his chance to maybe knock off a 
sweet piece of ass and put on his falling down drunk 
act and caught me at my most vulnerable state of being 
extremely horny and very drunk. 

Anyway, after the doggie fuck I jacked him off, he 
finger fucked me, ate out my cunt again, I sucked on 
his balls, he gave me another missionary fuck and shot 
another load of cum into my cunt, then he suckled my 
tits and finger fucked me again while I gave him a 
second hand job, he returned the favor by tonguing out 
my cunt again and we finally finished up with me riding 
his cock for another fuck and load of cum while he 
sucked on my tits which I guess is what you saw. 

I didn't mean any of those things you heard me say to 
him. I was just caught up in the sexual frenzy of the 
moment and just babbled away saying things that I knew 
he would want to hear and keep him excited and turned 
on. There is nothing I can say that will make this 
horrible mistake right. I love you with all my heart 
and soul darling. 

I know that I have hurt you terribly and I beg you to 
give me a chance to make it up to you. We have had a 
wonderful marriage with lots of love and respect for 
each other and an absolutely fantastic sex life up to 
now. You have to know that I didn't really believe all 
of those things I said to him. I was just stupidly 
stroking his ego trying to keep his cock hard for as 
long as I could. 

Please, please believe me when I tell you that I really 
do love and respect you more than ever. You are the 
best thing that has ever happened to me in my life and 
I will do anything to keep you. Please give me a chance 
to prove it to you. I can promise that it will never 
happen again with anyone. You are the love of my life 
and all the man I could ever want or need. Please, 
please forgive me my darling."

Towards the end of her speech her hand had moved down 
onto my cock and she began to softly massage it trying 
to get it hard, but I was bound and determined not to 
let her succeed and through sheer will power resisted 
the almost overwhelming urge to allow a hard-on to 
develop. 

I really did wanted to fuck her in the worst way, but 
at the same time I didn't want to fuck her either, and 
thereby give her a reason to think that everything was 
ok and I had forgiven her. I knew down deep in my heart 
that I was going to eventually forgive her, but I 
wanted her to squirm and worry, and suffer for a period 
of time before I did. So when she finished her 
explanation I took her hand and removed it from my cock 
and said,

"That's not going to work this time Christy. My God, 
you bitching whore, do you really think that I feel 
like fucking you right now at this moment? I freely 
admit that I'd still rather fuck you than anybody else 
that I could ever imagine. I'm sure that I could fuck a 
different woman every day for the next 20 years and 
would never find anyone that could even come close to 
comparing to you. 

But this isn't all about sex and fucking, Christy. It's 
about trust, commitment, love and respect. How do I 
know I can trust you? How do I know that you won't jump 
into the sack with the next well hung man you run 
across and tell him how much better a lover he is with 
his big powerful cock compared to my pitiful inadequate 
attempts with my little prick that never satisfies you, 
or make a date with Stan and his monster cock that 
turned you on so much to fuck and suck him again and 
again? 

I really do wonder how long you have been fucking other 
men behind my back telling them about how I can't 
satisfy you and how many of them are our friends that 
are laughing at me behind my back? 

No, Christy! I don't buy this idea that you were in an 
alcoholic daze exacerbated by uncontrollable sexual 
lust and didn't know what you were doing. You didn't 
sound like you were in any so-called sexual frenzy at 
the end last night when you two were calmly discussing 
how much you wanted to fuck each other again and again 
and you made sure he had your cell number and made him 
promise to call you to coordinate on duplicate bridge 
tournaments where you would have a ready made 
opportunity to sleep with each other. 

So just don't press me right now to think about 
forgiveness, OK? I need some time to sort all of this 
out and how I feel about things going forward. Maybe 
I'll get over it and we can put it behind us and maybe 
I won't and it won't work out. We'll just have to wait 
and see and give it some time. Now, I'm as hungry as I 
can be and I'm going down to the kitchen to fix myself 
something to eat."

I had slipped on my trousers and undershirt while I was 
talking and as I started toward the bedroom door, I 
stopped and turned to look at her and asked her, "Tell 
me truly Christy, are you still really actually horny 
right now?" 

Her head snapped up and she looked at me with eagerness 
and replied, "I know it's hard to believe darling, but 
I can't lie to you. Yes, I'm so damned horny for your 
body at this moment, that it's all I can do to restrain 
myself from putting my hands all over your smooth skin 
and begging you to fuck me hard and deep. I can't help 
it. I want your cock in me baby."

I shook my head in amazement and said, "Well I'm not up 
for it right now Christy. This has really been a shock 
for me and I'm still sorting out my feelings. But 
look..." and I hesitated and paused searching for the 
right words and finally continued, "I guess down deep 
in my gut the truth is I don't really care that you 
ended up in bed last night with Stan. I guess what 
really hurt me to the quick more than anything else was 
listening to you make fun of me as an inadequate lover 
and telling him all those demeaning things about me 
while he had his cock in your cunt. I know we were all 
really drunk last night and maybe none of it would have 
happened if it wasn't for the booze. I just don't know. 
All I know is that I just need some time to sort it all 
out. So listen very carefully to me now Christy." 

She gave me her rapt attention and I said, "If you 
really are as horny as you say you are and, I must say, 
as horny as you look right now, then if you want to go 
down the hall and crawl into bed with Stan and let him 
fuck you some more, it's all right with me- provided 
you don't humiliate me anymore by telling him lies 
about how inadequate I am, and-- this is important-- 
don't tell him that I know you're fucking him or that I 
said it was ok. Just let him think that I'm still 
asleep and totally in the dark about all of this. 

So if you would like to do that Christy, it's really ok 
with me and I'll just go down to the all night diner on 
the corner of 3rd and Forest and get some coffee and 
breakfast and read the paper for a couple of hours to 
give you two time to get it on and fuck and suck each 
other some more, and for Stan to leave after he is 
finished with you before I get back. I won't come back 
until I see his rental car is gone. It's up to you 
baby. 

"After all, it's just all about having pure sex with 
great orgasms isn't it? It's not like you're madly in 
love with the guy or anything like that, is it? I 
really won't mind baby as long as you don't talk any 
more trash about me to pump up his ego. So you decide." 

Her reaction was priceless as her eyes popped open wide 
and her mouth dropped open in sheer amazement. She was 
speechless for about 15 seconds when finally she 
forcefully exclaimed with vigor, "Absolutely not!!! No 
fucking way!!!" And she jumped out of bed and put on 
her panties and bra that were laying on the floor and 
grabbed a robe out of her closet and said forcefully, 
"I meant what I said dammit! Never again! And don't you 
worry about me. I'll get over being horny and I know 
how to finger fuck myself when I need to, and I'll wait 
until you feel ready to make me a whole woman again for 
as long as it takes. Now let's go downstairs so I can 
cook you some breakfast."

That night took place almost a year and a half ago, and 
the reality at the time that I made the offer to 
Christy to go climb back into that bed with Stan so he 
could fuck her and she could suck his cock and eat his 
cum some more was that I desperately wanted her to 
accept so I could quietly lurk outside the door again 
and watch her in the mirror fucking and sucking him 
again instead of going to the diner. But I was afraid 
to tell Christy how erotic and turned on I got watching 
her fuck and suck off another man for fear that it 
would disgust and repulse her to find out what a real 
pervert I was and she would despise me and leave me. 

Christy, on the other hand, as I found out much later, 
really did want to go back and have another round with 
Stan because she really did crave the taste of his cum 
and his huge cock stretching her cunt, but she was 
afraid to say yes because she thought I was just 
testing the promise that she just made that she would 
never again fuck any other man but me.

Well, we're still together and things are again about 
as "normal" as they can be between us. In fact, life 
for us is even more satisfying and exciting than it 
ever was before she fucked Stan that night. But it 
wasn't easy getting to where we are now. The irony of 
it all is that if we had both just opened up and had 
been completely honest with each other about how we 
both felt at the time, we could have saved a lot of 
time and stress and enjoyed a heap of really fantastic 
sex. Now we look back on those events and just laugh 
about them.

But I'm getting a little ahead of my story now.

Over the next six months after that night, Christy 
really worked hard to be very loving and solicitous of 
my every need. She became more sexually aggressive than 
she had ever been before, and I received more blow jobs 
and fucks during that period than I had ever got before 
in any other six month period of our marriage. 

And I for my part worked hard to be polite, friendly, 
and courteous with her in turn, but I just couldn't 
bring myself to be sexually aggressive. We both were 
acting toward each other sort of like we were walking 
on "broken glass." It wasn't normal behavior for either 
of us and we both knew it. 

We had always been very gregarious and touching toward 
each other frequently engaging in little playful games 
that often turned into impromptu fucking, or cock 
sucking, or pussy eating wherever we happened to be at 
the moment as on the carpet in our entrance foyer or on 
the table in the kitchen, and on one memorable Sunday 
afternoon a couple of months before that Friday night 
bridge party, on our patio lounge chair by our swimming 
pool when we knew that our backyard neighbor, Steve 
Naylor, was "spying" on us from a second floor window 
of his house. 

That really turned Christy on and she gave Steve a real 
"world class" performance of cock-sucking and fucking 
and I wasn't too bad with my cunt sucking performance 
either. Christy is positive that he was beating-off 
while he watched us because she thought she could see 
his right shoulder moving back and forth in a regular 
motion. 

Looking back on that episode now, I'm surprised that I 
didn't notice how turned on Christy got when she 
realized that another man was watching her fucking me 
and sucking my cock and eating my cum. As I remember 
now when she sucked me off, she let some of my cum 
spray out onto to her face so that Steve could be 
certain that she was eating my cum. That was not like 
her usual habit of always trying to swallow my whole 
load without letting any of it escape her mouth. It's 
obvious now that she was purposely trying to turn him 
on. 

A couple of weeks later at a neighborhood Saturday 
afternoon barbecue I watched her approach Steve and his 
wife, Betty, and while they were chatting, she touched 
his right arm and looked him straight in the eye with a 
playful smile and knowing look and innocently asked 
him, "How is your right arm and shoulder doing Steve? I 
heard a rumor that you strained or bruised it with too 
much exercise a few weeks ago." 

She really caught him flat-footed as he instantly 
blushed all over because he knew that Christy had seen 
him watching us and knew he had been beating off and he 
mumbled a lame reply, 'oh it's fine now', and shuffled 
his feet in embarrassment. And she said, "Well, a 
little regular exercise is always good for the soul, 
and the body too for sure, especially the body. But 
just remember sweetie, everything in moderation. Don't 
over-do it. That's the ticket. Isn't that right Betty?"

Betty gave Steve a funny look and said, "You didn't 
tell me anything about hurting your arm Steve. How did 
that happen?" And before Steve could answer Christy 
said, "Well I'm just as hot as I can be. I think I'll 
take a little dip to cool off. Talk to you all later." 
And she moved off to take a dip in the pool while Steve 
stared at her swaying, tight, shapely, ass while trying 
to think of a plausible answer for Betty. I remember 
thinking to myself that Steve was really hot for 
Christy's cunt and that Christy was really a first 
class little prick tease, a side of her that I had 
never seen before.

Anyway, things were just too polite and correct between 
us and the sexual tension was becoming overbearing to 
continue much longer. Both of us had never before been 
bashful or reluctant to initiate sex activities 
whenever we felt the need. But after that Friday night 
I had pretty much stopped being an initiator of sex and 
any fucking and sucking we engaged in only happened 
whenever Christy started something. 

For the first six months or so I think she accepted 
this state of affairs as a sort of penance for her 
adultery. But the longer it continued the more 
frustrated I knew she was getting and I knew the 
situation couldn't last forever. 

Then, in February I forgot all about Valentines Day. It 
wasn't intentional. V day had always been a special day 
for us, but I was just so preoccupied with worry over 
what was happening to our marriage that I simply failed 
to notice what day it was. 

That night as we were laying in bed I heard Christy 
softly crying to herself and I foolishly asked her what 
was wrong without thinking about it first. I say 
foolishly, because if I had just given it an ounce of 
thought, I'm sure I would have realized why she was 
crying. 

She said, "How long am I going to be punished for my 
stupid mistake darling? It's been nine months now and I 
can't bear it that you don't touch me anymore." I 
replied, "What do you mean never touch you anymore? 
Didn't we just make love the night before last when you 
were feeling horny? I don't understand Christy." 

She said, "That's right we fucked all right, but only 
because I wanted to. Did you forget this was Valentines 
Day? Every Valentines Day since we married you've 
always surprised me with some outlandish new way of 
ravishing my body and making mad, passionate love to 
me. I was hoping against hope that you would want me 
that way again, especially today. When it became clear 
that you don't anymore, the disappointment just 
overwhelmed me. 

I love you truly darling and I can't bear it that you 
don't love me anymore. Yes, I know we still fuck from 
time to time but only when I start it. You haven't 
initiated any sex with me since that Friday night and I 
don't think I can stand you not wanting me anymore." 

She continued crying softly and my heart just went out 
to her. I couldn't stand to see her so heartbroken and 
I knew that I had to end this state of tension between 
us or it would destroy our marriage. So I reached over 
and pulled her in close to me and cuddled her body up 
against mine in my arms and I said, 

"It's not you Christy. Please don't cry angel. The last 
thing I want in this world is to hurt you. I do love 
you...... more than I ever did before. And I know you 
love me too. But I'm scared Christy and I don't know 
what to do about it. 

That night I watched you fucking and sucking Stan made 
me aware of things about myself that I had never been 
aware of before. Things that I have been dying to share 
with you but terrified that they would disgust you if 
you knew about them and I would lose you forever. I 
have been so screwed up inside my head for these last 
nine months that I seemed to have lost my sex drive or 
at least my ability to be spontaneous and aggressive in 
our love making for fear that I will let something slip 
out in the throes of sexual passion. I haven't been 
punishing you baby. I've been terrified of losing you."

"Oh, sweetheart." She said, "Don't you know that you 
could never lose me. I love you with all my heart and 
soul and there is nothing- absolutely nothing that you 
can't tell me. Now let's clear the air right now! You 
aren't a secret serial rapist are you?" I gasped and 
replied, "Oh God no baby. It's nothing like that." Then 
Christy said, "Well that's a relief, because I admit if 
you were a serial rapist that I might have had a little 
trouble dealing with that, but don't worry I could have 
handled even that. Now you're going to tell me all 
about it darling. What is this terrible thing that has 
come between us like an iron wall."

I thought to myself that I knew that this moment had to 
come sooner or later, and even though I was terrified 
of what the effect of what I was about to say to her 
might be, I took in a deep breath and began to bear my 
soul, "Well angel, ever since that night that I saw you 
fucking Stan I began having these intense and obsessive 
compulsions of wanting to watch you service other men, 
that is, to watch you fuck them, suck their cocks and 
eat their cum. The sight of you fucking and sucking 
Stan with such passionate wild abandon was the most 
erotic thing I had ever seen and it turned me on with 
such intensity that I had the most powerful orgasm I 
have ever had myself as you reached the peak of your 
own orgasm with Stan. 

"I was standing there transfixed at the sight of you 
riding his cock with your back arched and head thrown 
back and your magnificent tits with their hard nipples 
jiggling to the rhythm of your humping, and begging him 
to fill your cunt with his hot cum when my cock got 
instantly hard. The vision of you pumping your cunt up 
and down on his massive cock with your back arched and 
head thrown back and moaning in ecstasy while you 
cupped and massaged your tits and nipples in your hands 
was the most powerfully sexually erotic picture of pure 
sexual bliss than I could ever imagine. 

"I was so completely mesmerized by that erotic vision 
of you, riding up and down on Stan's cock with your 
cunt that I didn't even realize that I had reached down 
and was holding my hard cock in my hand. Then at the 
same time when your orgasm started to build, the cum 
started boiling up out of my balls and I could feel it 
shooting up into my cock, and as you reached the peak 
of you orgasm, it came racing down my cock and shot out 
in a huge spray all over the bedroom rug."

Christy interrupted and said, "That's right! I remember 
now when I got out of Stan's bed I remember stepping 
into a mess of sticky fluid that was all over the 
carpet by the bed. That must have been your cum that I 
stepped in, but at the time I just thought it was some 
of Stan's cum that had accidentally sprayed out on the 
carpet from one of the many orgasms that I gave him 
that night. 

I remember thinking that it was probably from one of 
the hand jobs I gave him, and was most likely the one 
where I had my head down between his legs licking the 
area between his ass and balls and sucking on his balls 
while I was jacking him off and wasn't very careful 
about where his cock was aiming when he started 
shooting off his wads of cum." 

I continued with my confession, "Anyway, that was one 
of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. It made my 
knees buckle and I almost fell down, and I wasn't even 
beating-off! I was just standing there holding my cock 
and it just erupted in a huge orgasm driven by the 
intensely erotic vision of you fucking Stan. I realized 
then that I loved watching you fuck Stan and I was 
hoping that you were going to fuck him again. 

"But when you started sucking his cock and eating his 
cum instead, that's when I really knew that I was 
hooked on watching you have sex with other men and 
doing really depraved things to them. But I wasn't 
ready to admit that reality to myself yet, much less to 
you or anyone else, because it seemed to me to be so 
abnormal and perverted that it would revolt you and 
drive you away from me. 

"So I pretended to be hurt and angry and called you 
terrible names like bitch, whore, and slut and accused 
you of having been a real whore not only as a 
smokescreen to hide from you my real desire to see you 
fuck other men, but also as much as in anger and shame 
at myself for having those kinds of feelings about you. 
Ever since that instant I have been afraid to let 
myself go and surrender myself to our sexual passion 
when we were making love because I was afraid that I 
would blurt out my perverted obsession in the heat of 
passion. 

"That's all of it Christy. The truth is the events of 
that night awakened in me a raging compulsion to want 
you to fuck and suck other men while I watch and beat 
my meat and shoot my cum down your throat. It drives me 
wild with desire for your body like nothing else does."

Christy was silent for a minute when I finished and 
then she sighed deeply and said, "Oh baby, baby, baby, 
you don't know how relieved I am at this instant and at 
the same time how easily I could strangle you for being 
so goofy. There is absolutely no reason for you to be 
worried about anything. 

"I admit you had me worried for a minute with all that 
talk about disgusting, perverted obsessions. I was 
afraid you were going to confess to being something 
like a queer who would rather suck other men's cocks 
and fuck them in the ass than fuck a woman, or maybe 
one of those real far out freaks that like to fuck 
bitch dogs and suck off dog cocks. 

"But you're just a little kinky darling that's all, 
along with probably about 50 to 60 percent of all the 
married men in this country who also harbor secret 
desires and fantasies about watching their wives fuck 
other men like whores. And according to some pretty 
definitive research studies, about 35 to 45 percent 
actually do get to watch their wives fuck and suck 
other men and realize their fantasies. 

"The overwhelming majority of these men don't really 
want their wives to be real whores and to actually sell 
their bodies on the street for money giving blow jobs 
in alleys and cars and fucking their johns in sleazy 
hotel rooms. What they really want is for their wives 
to perform sexually as if they really were whores and 
do the kinds of things to them that any real whore 
would do. You are not a pervert darling. You are just 
as normal as most married men, so get rid of that goofy 
idea about having a perverted obsession right now. 

"Oh how I wish you could have told me this on that 
night when all of this started. We can easily work on 
this one together angel and I have a feeling it's going 
to be a lot fun." (Christy had graduated from George 
Washington University in Washington DC with a major in 
psychology.) 

I replied, "I tried baby. I really tried. Remember that 
next morning when I was starting downstairs to get some 
breakfast how I stopped and turned and told you that it 
would be ok with me if you wanted to go get back in bed 
with Stan and fuck and suck him some more to satisfy 
your horny desires? I was praying that you would say 
yes so I could watch some more, but mainly because I 
thought it would be a way to ease in to making you 
aware of my erotic, kinky obsession.

But you didn't say yes and I interpreted that as a 
signal that your night in the sack with Stan was indeed 
just a drunken mistake and that you really weren't 
interested in fucking other men. So I was afraid to 
bring up the subject again for fear of what your 
reaction would be."

Christy said, "Oh my God! The reason I didn't say yes 
was not because I didn't want to accept the offer you 
made, but because I thought you were testing me to see 
if I would honor my promise never again to fuck any 
other men but you. Well I guess it's my turn now to 
unburden myself of my secrets as well. 

"The truth is that I would have loved to jump back in 
that bed with Stan to fuck and suck him some more. But 
not because I had any kind of feelings for him or 
because you weren't good enough for me, but rather for 
just the pure excitement of having strange sex with a 
different partner and experiencing how much he reveled 
in and lusted after my body. 

"It really turns me on to have other men desire to fuck 
me and eat my pussy. Don't you remember how completely 
turned on I got that afternoon when I knew that the 
fucking and cock-sucking I was giving you in the back 
yard had driven Steve to such a frenzy that he was 
frantically beating his meat?

But I would have much rather had your hard cock in my 
cunt making love to me that night instead of Stan's if 
you could have, but since you couldn't I liked the idea 
of sucking Stan's big cock and watching him explode 
with sheer pleasure at what my body was doing to him. 
It was all about just plain pure, raw sex baby and it 
brought back memories of an earlier life that I had not 
thought about in years." 

"Earlier life?" I said, "What kind of earlier life are 
you talking about? You're not a closet lesbian are you? 
I mean it's really ok with me if you are. I think it 
would be really erotic to watch you get it on with 
another woman sucking out her cunt and slurping up her 
pussy juices with your tongue!"

Christy giggled, "No sweetheart, I'm not a closet 
lesbian, but that doesn't mean that I haven't 
experimented a little in the past. However, that's a 
story for later. You know that I wasn't a virgin when I 
married you. But what you don't know is how much I 
wasn't a virgin." 

I blurted out in excitement, "Oh boy, I bet you're 
about to tell me that you actually were a real whore 
before I met you. Aren't you?! This is exciting!"

Christy laughed and said, "No, no, NO! I wasn't a real 
whore either, but I guess I was something closely 
related. You see, I financed my way through the last 
three years of college by working as a paid escort on 
weekends and during the summers. Technically, I wasn't 
a whore because 90% of my engagements were with lonely 
men, mostly out-of-town business men, some politicians, 
government executives, and the like, that just wanted a 
pretty woman for dinner and company, or maybe for some 
arm candy at some function. But almost without 
exception I always ended up in bed with my date for at 
least the last two or three hours, if not more, of an 
escort engagement for some good fucking and cum eating 
cock sucking. 

"Now you might think that I'm splitting hairs when I 
maintain that what I did as a paid escort was not the 
same as being a whore because our clients were buying 
our time as companions and not explicitly buying sex 
just like a straight up professional whore who just 
sells her body for straight sex with no other services 
included or promised, even though I must admit that I 
almost always ended up fucking and sucking my client 
sometime during an engagement. 

"Almost all of us girls who worked as escorts were 
young, beautiful, college coeds and we didn't think of 
ourselves as whores because we always felt that we 
always had the right or option to refuse to have sex 
with a client if we didn't want to, even though I don't 
know of any of us who ever did. I know I never turned 
down a client who wanted to fuck me or have me suck his 
cock and eat his cum.

But there were some exceptions where I didn't get to 
fuck the client because the client turned out to be a 
queer still in the closet, and just wanted me as 
camouflage protection from being outed. And while you 
might think that I liked those kind of engagements the 
best because I wouldn't have to fuck the queer, the 
truth is those were the ones I least liked because I 
really did look forward to fucking my dates. 

"The worst queer engagements were those where the queer 
wanted me to give him blow jobs and eat his cum but 
wouldn't fuck me or eat my cunt and so I wouldn't get 
to have an orgasm. Engagements with queers were a real 
downer.

"I also had an occasional engagement where the client 
wasn't capable of getting a hard on for medical reasons 
and couldn't fuck me and would instead just spend all 
of his time eating my cunt and having me suck on his 
limp dick. That night when I tried to revive you by 
sucking on your limp dick I think reminded me of those 
times that I had not thought about for so many years 
when I was an escort girl and sucked the limp dicks of 
those clients and those memories just contributed to 
intensifying my sexual frenzy. 

"The best engagements were when my man would just want 
to take me straight up to his room for sex and I was 
able to suck his cock and fuck his brains out so 
thoroughly and completely that he would be totally 
drained and exhausted in three or four hours and 
incapable of any more sex and would let me leave early. 

"But then every now and then I would end up with a real 
stud who could keep me busy in bed with all kinds of 
sex for seven straight hours and those were the worst 
engagements because I was the one who ended up 
completely exhausted with a really sore cunt and pussy, 
and usually an aching jaw as well from so much cock 
sucking. 

"Now I'm sure you have probably figured out that the 
length of a standard agency booked engagement was eight 
hours. However, lots of the girls would often extend 
the standard engagement into an overnight sleepover on 
their own initiative, especially whenever the man they 
were with really excited them and turned them on, and 
he was willing to pay her more money- all of which she 
would keep for herself. 

"But I never did that. The money I was making sticking 
to agency standard engagements was more than I needed 
and I wasn't greedy. The standard gig was a whole lot 
safer too. All-nighters is where you could run into 
some really hairy and dangerous situations and quite a 
few of the girls who liked to take that risk for the 
extra money often got roughed up quite a bit on those 
overnighters. My roommate all through college, Elsie, 
also became an escort girl after she saw how much money 
I was making and she used to do sleepovers as often as 
she could even though she got knocked around a lot by 
some of her customers. 

"Elsie is a very successful high priced, independent, 
call girl whore now. She says she loves the life and I 
understand why. Those three years were an exciting and 
intoxicating time for me because I loved the effect my 
body had on men and the power it gave me over them. 
And, as an added bonus, I learned more about all the 
different ways to have sex in all it's forms and 
kinkiness, that I don't think there isn't anything I 
haven't tried at least once, except for some real far 
out, nasty, prurient stuff which I absolutely refused 
to accommodate and would just return the clients money 
whenever that's what they wanted. 

"And the pay was not too bad either. I cleared an 
average of about $6000 a month doing weekend work 
during the academic year and about $15000 a month 
during the summer breaks where I could work all through 
the week which more than covered my college costs. 

"So when I said I was a long way from being a virgin 
when we met, I was not exaggerating. Metaphorically, 
that distance was about 500 to 600 cocks long because I 
estimate that's just about how many different cocks I 
sucked and fucked during those three years I was a paid 
escort girl. 

"I used to keep a diary of all my engagements, 
recording who they were with, what the booking reason 
was, and what kind of sex transpired on each of them, 
but I got a little lazy after the 500th and missed some 
entries now and then. That's why I don't know the exact 
number, but I am certain that it's a lot closer to 600 
than 500. 

"So when I tell you darling how much I love your cock 
and savor your delicious cum, you can truly believe me 
because I'm an expert and have seen them in all 
different sizes and shapes and tasted cum in all kinds 
of flavors and textures, and your eight inch love rod 
and sweet velvety smooth cock sauce falls in the top 
two or three best that I have ever had. 

"If I had not met and fallen in love with you, I 
suspect that I would have graduated from being an 
escort, to being a full time professional call girl 
type whore like Elsie is today. The truth is that Elsie 
has tried to get me back in the business several times 
in the last few years when she had clients that wanted 
some threesomes with two whores at the same time and I 
must admit that I was tempted, but only because of the 
excitement and intoxicating feeling I get when men lust 
for my body. But I didn't because I was afraid that if 
I took that "first drink", that I would want to keep 
going back for more and more just like an alcoholic.

"So there it is angel- almost everything there is to 
know about me except the last and most important thing. 
And that is that you need to always remember and 
believe that you are the love of my life and I thank 
God every day for bringing you to me, and I have never 
been with another man since our wedding day and have 
never felt the need to, except for that one stupid, 
drunken night nine months ago."

The adrenalin was coursing all through my body and I 
was drunk with excitement over what I had just heard 
and replied, "Christy my darling, that's the most 
exciting and erotic story I could ever have hoped to 
hear from your lips. I'm afraid to breathe for fear 
that I might wake up to find out this was all a dream. 

God indeed must be smiling on both of us because the 
odds of a sexy, beautiful, accomplished, woman like you 
who loves fucking and sucking as many men as she can 
and a man who loves to watch his wife fuck and suck 
other men meeting each other, falling in love, and 
marrying are so infinitesimally small as to be only 
possible through divine intervention.

There are a million things I want to ask you and know 
about, but I want my cock to be deep in the heaven of 
your warm, moist cunt while I do it. You have never 
been more totally desirable to me my love than you are 
right now at this very moment. Hurry baby, hurry! Get 
on top and slide my hard cock deep into your magic love 
chamber." My cock had gotten as hard as a rock while 
she was telling me her story and it was throbbing, 
dying for relief.

Christy choked back a small sob and tears were 
streaming down her face as she said, "Oh Freddie 
darling, those are the words I have been dying to hear. 
And these are the tears of the absolute joy and 
happiness I'm feeling to know I have finally got you 
back. 

"I'm never ever going to permit anything to come 
between us again," and then she moaned and shivered 
with sheer pleasure as she slid her cunt down over my 
hard cock until it was deep in her cunt and then began 
to slowly start to hump her pussy up and down.

But I quickly asked her to be still and said, "No, no 
baby. Don't hump it yet sweetie. I don't want to cum 
right away if I can possibly help it. I just want to 
lay hear for a while with your body on mine and feel 
your soft beautiful tits on my chest with my hard cock 
deep in your magnificent hot cunt and just talk for a 
while and let my imagination run wild about the kind of 
fantastic sex life I hope is in store for us in the 
future. 

"I'm the luckiest man alive darling to have found you 
and have you for my wife. I hope you will want to help 
me realize my fantasies by fucking other men and 
sucking their cocks until they cum in your mouth from 
time to time while I watch. God I wish I could have 
seen you in action when you were fucking those 500 plus 
cocks! That would have been the ultimate heaven for 
me."

Christy laughed with pleasure and said, "Boy you really 
are focused on a single track aren't you baby? But 
let's not move too fast and get ahead of ourselves 
right now. Let's savor this moment of being together 
again in total love for each other, and yes, in total 
lust for each other too, because I have never 
experienced such a powerful lust for any other body in 
my life like the lust I have this instant for your 
beautiful body. 

"But don't worry sweetheart, I'm sure we're going to 
work something out for you to be able to make your 
fantasies become real. Know that I now belong to you 
forever, for all eternity in every way possible. Your 
desires and fantasies are my desires and fantasies, and 
if you want them to become real, then I'm going to move 
heaven and earth to help you make them real. 

"Right now I'm living a fantasy of my own. It's the 
fantasy that I have had for the last nine months since 
that night I fucked Stan, and I was in total despair of 
it ever becoming real. Now that it has become real 
beyond my wildest dreams, I want to make it last as 
long as possible and savor every delicious moment it 
lasts."

I replied, "I'm sorry baby. You're right of course. 
Please forgive me for being so selfish and forgetting 
about your needs. I'm just so overwhelmed by your 
loving understanding and grateful for your accepting 
attitude of my kinky needs that I just lost my head for 
a minute. There is no other place I would ever want to 
be than where I am right now with you in my arms and my 
cock nestled in the warm depths of your magic cunt and 
feeling the silky smooth texture of your skin under the 
caress of my hands. 

But while we lay here enjoying being joined together, 
could you just tell me some stories about some of your 
most favorite or memorable engagements and the kinds of 
sex you had? I'm dying to hear the details and that 
would be the next best thing to actually witnessing you 
performing your sexual magic on another man's cock. Is 
that too much right now?"

She smiled and chuckled and said, "Of course it isn't 
darling. Let me see now.... My most favorite or 
memorable engagement.... Hmmm...There were quite a 
bunch of really good ones.... Now where shall I begin? 
I know! How about if I start with the engagement I was 
on when we first met?"

That startled me and I said, "But honey, we first met 
that time we played on the same team at the DC Regional 
tournament in the Swiss team, two session, afternoon 
and evening team event. Don't you remember? My partner 
was Amy Singletary and yours was Doris Blanchard. Doris 
is one of the best female bridge players in the country 
today. We did pretty good too, taking third place in a 
field of 45 teams. Not bad for just a pick-up team. You 
must be confusing some other occasion with that event. 

Christy just smiled at me with a twinkle in her eye and 
said, "No sweetie, I don't think I'm at all confused 
about this. For sure I won't forget Doris Blanchard." 
Then all of a sudden it hit me and I said, "Oh shit! 
You don't mean that Doris was your "engagement!!" 
Christy grinned and said, "That's exactly right honey. 

"It turns out that Doris is a flaming dyke and she 
called my escort agency to see if they had anyone 
available that played bridge. Well, even though I had 
graduated about six months prior and had pretty much 
stopped doing escort work since I was then working at a 
real job, my profile was still on file at the agency 
and I was the only girl they had in either their active 
or inactive stables that indicated any bridge playing 
proficiency so they gave me a call and begged me to 
accept that gig for them. 

"At first I was reluctant explaining that I now had a 
real job and didn't have time for escort work anymore. 
But they explained that there would be a lot more money 
in it for me than the usual gig because the client 
wanted someone for two back-to-back all day and night 
engagements and was paying a big premium for them to 
find someone. 

"I told them that I didn't do sleepovers, but that I 
might be willing to go for all day and part of the 
nights but didn't want to do any sleepovers. My concern 
was not about not wanting to fuck any one. At this 
point I still was assuming that the client was a man 
and I certainly had no problem with fucking another man 
after the 500 or so that I had already fucked. It was 
just that I was afraid that two sleepovers with the 
same guy could be a little more risk than I wanted to 
take. 

"But the booking agent said that the sleepovers were 
not negotiable. And he explained how there would be an 
afternoon and evening bridge session each day and that 
the evening session usually finished around 10 in the 
evening after which it was the practice of all the 
players to get together and have some drinks, post-
mortem the day's bridge hands and party a little. 

"These affairs usually lasted until the wee hours of 
the morning often not breaking up until 4 or 5 am. And 
then everyone would head for their rooms and sleep in 
until noon, and then get up for the next day's bridge 
games that began at 2 pm. 

"So he was sure that I wouldn't have anything to worry 
about. Then when he told me that my fee for the gig 
would be $2000 a day I was hooked. I said ok I would do 
it and asked what the man's name was and how old he 
would be. That's when the booking agent, Peter, dropped 
the real bomb and said, 'Uuh... Christy, the client 
isn't a man. It's a woman and she is about 33 years old 
and she specifically asked for a female escort between 
21 and 24. You're perfect at 22. I hope this won't be a 
problem for you?'

"I asked Peter, 'Is she a lesbian Peter? Maybe a dyke 
huh?' Peter replied, 'I don't really know Christy. She 
didn't say, but to be perfectly honest, I would say 
that the odds are really good that she's a dyke the way 
she insisted on a young woman between 21 and 24. That's 
characteristic of dykes. They like them young. Your 
profile doesn't say anything about your attitude toward 
same sex gigs. I hope this won't be a show stopper for 
you.' I said, 'Well, it's not my preference Peter. I 
really prefer cocks to pussies and cunts, but I do have 
a little experience in that area and I can handle it if 
it becomes necessary. So what's this dyke's name and 
where do I meet her.' 

"Peter gushed with relief, 'Oh thank you, thank you 
Christy. We really want to keep this client. She 
doesn't mind paying a good premium to get what she 
wants. Her name is Doris Blanchard and the gig is for 
this coming Friday and Saturday at the downtown 
Marriott in DC where the tournament is being held. She 
would like to meet you Thursday evening about 6:00 pm 
in the cocktail lounge of the Marriott for an hour or 
so over drinks to get acquainted and talk over some 
bridge stuff if you wouldn't mind. 

"She said she would be wearing a red sheath dress with 
a white pearl necklace and she's a blond.' I said, 
'That's fine Peter. Tell her I'll be there.' Peter 
said, 'Thanks again very much Christy. I think you just 
saved my job. I'll make it up to you doll. I'll have 
your check in the mail for $4000 bucks first thing in 
the morning."

At this point I interrupted and said, "How much longer 
before we get to the good parts sweetie?"

Christy giggled and kissed me and replied, "Now don't 
you be getting impatient honey. This is my story and 
I'm enjoying the telling of it. I'll be getting to the 
good parts soon enough and besides I know what will 
happen when I do. You'll just get all revved up and 
start really pumping that beautiful cock of yours in 
and out of my cunt and in no time be filling me up with 
your hot cock sauce and then your cock will get soft 
and slip out of my cunt. I like your cock right where 
it is nestled in my tight cunt and I'm going to keep it 
there where it belongs for as long as I can my darling. 
Now you just shush and let me finish."

I laughed a little, returned her kiss and said, "Ok 
sweetheart. I'll be good. But be careful how you 
rhythmically squeeze my love rod with those magic 
flexing internal cunt muscles of yours like you've been 
doing for the last few minutes. Too much of that will 
cause old Arnold (that is her pet name for my cock) to 
lose control and fire off his load before you're ready. 

"God, I'm really loving this baby. I'm in heaven and I 
don't ever want it to stop."

Christy said, "I'm having a lot of fun too sweetie. 
We're going to do this a lot more if it's up to me. God 
I'm so happy to have you back in my heart... and back 
in my cunt too. But now back to my story. 

"I showed up at the Marriott a couple of minutes before 
six and checked my small rollaway week-ender suitcase 
at the bell captains station and told him I would be 
back for it in about an hour. (He and I knew each other 
pretty good from my escort days and I had given him 
quite a few freebie blow jobs in return for his 
covering for me whenever I had to go straight up to a 
client's room for the start of an engagement. 

"The hotels really didn't like us to use their 
facilities to service our clients so their house 
detectives were always on the look-out for young, 
beautiful, sexy single women heading up in the 
elevators.) Anyway, I had decided to bring the suitcase 
because I had a pretty good idea what this "get 
acquainted" meeting was going to lead to and I wanted 
to be prepared. 

"I was wearing a sexy hip hugging short plain skirt and 
an open neck plain white blouse that showed plenty of 
cleavage. Next I went to the ladies room and took off 
my panties and bra and put them in my purse, tweaked my 
nipples until they stood up hard, and arranged my 
blouse and tits so the nipples would show clearly where 
they were poking out under the blouse, dabbed on a last 
bit of lipstick, and reached under my skirt and rubbed 
in a little bit of smell-good, taste-good cunt oil down 
my pussy valley and all around the entrance to and just 
inside of my cunt. 

"I surveyed myself in the mirror, liked what I saw, and 
headed for the cocktail bar. I had had many, many 
engagements in this hotel when I was doing escort work, 
so I knew the territory very well.

"When I got to the entrance of the cocktail bar I 
stopped at the entrance and slowly surveyed the scene. 
There were three men and two bar whores sitting at the 
bar nursing their drinks, and maybe about 20 other 
patrons sitting in assorted groups at various tables 
scattered around the lounge. Doris was sitting alone at 
a small table for two all the way at the back of the 
lounge next to the wall. I had the attention of most of 
the people in the lounge who were staring at me. 

"I saw one of the whores at the bar nudge the other one 
and whisper something which she responded to with a 
head nod and a frown as she turned to look me over. I 
knew those two gals were whores because I had seen them 
many times at the Marriott trolling for johns when I 
was a full time escort. The bar whores didn't like us 
escort girls because we cut heavily into their business 
and got paid a lot more for our services adding insult 
to injury. 

"I moved slowly and languidly through the room toward 
Doris's table conscious of all the eyes in the room 
undressing me as I moved among them. I was getting just 
the kind of effect that I had hoped for. When I got to 
Doris' table I stopped a little short of the table and 
directly opposite her, so I would have to lean over to 
shake her hand and she would have a great view of my 
tits and then I smiled, leaned over, and I stuck out my 
hand and said, "Ms Blanchard?" 

"She was gazing hungrily at my tits as she reached out 
to shake my hand and I could see her own tits heaving 
up and down as her breathing had accelerated. I smiled 
internally to myself as I thought to myself, 'I really 
have your motor running in high gear Doris you 
lecherous old dyke you, but it's going to cost you some 
serious dough for the pleasure of eating my sweet 
cunt'. 

She smiled at me as she took my hand and said, 'Yes, of 
course, and you must be Christy.' I replied, 'Yes 
ma'am, I'm Christy and I'm very happy to meet you.' She 
said, 'The pleasure is all mine my dear. Now come sit 
down over here next to me Christy, and please, no more 
of that 'Ma'am' stuff. My name is Doris and that's what 
I want you to call me.'

"As I sat down she said, 'You are an extraordinarily 
beautiful young woman Christy. You should have seen the 
reaction of all the men in the room and most of the 
women too, except those two prostitutes at the bar, as 
they watched you stroll across the room to my table.' 
And then she leaned over and gave me a knowing 
conspiratorial look and said, 'But I rather suspect 
that you're very used to drawing out that kind of 
reaction from men. It's a very powerful and useful 
weapon to have in your bag of tricks dear and don't be 
afraid to use it. But use it judiciously and wisely. 
Now let's talk a little bit about bridge.'

"And for the next 45 minutes or so we covered the 
waterfront on bidding conventions, leads, defensive 
signals, play of the hand styles, etc., when she 
finally sighed, sat back, and said, 'Well, I think we 
will do quite well at the table Christy. You have a 
very well developed knowledge of the game. Now have you 
had dinner yet dear?' I answered, 'Yes, I ate before I 
came over here to meet you.' 

"Then she got to the point that I knew was coming and 
she said, 'Well then, I have an idea Christy. Why don't 
you just plan to spend the night here this evening. I 
have a suite so there is plenty of room. Besides, 
you're going to have to be back in the morning at 9 am 
anyway and then spend Friday and Saturday night here as 
well. So what do you say dear?' 

"I hesitated as I made it look like I was thinking 
about what to say, and Doris quickly said, 'Don't worry 
honey. I know you have to earn a living and so if you 
have another engagement this evening there's another 
fifteen hundred in cash in it for you if you cancel it, 
and the agency doesn't have to know anything about why 
you have to cancel or the fifteen hundred, so how about 
it dear?'

"I said, 'Sure, of course I'll stay. And Doris, I 
wasn't hesitating or worrying. I was just stunned and 
surprised at your very generous offer.' Doris just 
laughed and said, 'Think nothing of it dear. I'm 
rolling in dough. Now let's go on up to the room.' I 
said, 'Ok Doris sounds good. Let me collect my 
overnight case and make a quick call first.'

"We went over to the bell captain's station and I used 
the phone and pretended to call the agency to cancel my 
non-existent "prior engagement". I actually called my 
own phone and talked to my answering machine. Then I 
collected my overnight case and we went up to her room.

"As soon as we got there, Doris said, 'Why don't I call 
room service and ask them to send us up some finger 
sandwiches and some cold white wine and we can relax 
and get to know each other. The bottom two drawers of 
the dresser over there are yours so you can unpack your 
case and put it over there in the corner while I call 
room service.'

"After she called room service she came over to see if 
I had enough room and reached down to look at one of my 
negligees and said, 'You have some beautiful things 
Christy, but then that's what a beautiful woman like 
you deserves. I just can't get over how smooth and 
fresh your skin is,' and she reached out to gently run 
her fingers in a light caress over my cheeks, neck, and 
chest just below my chin while stroking my hair with 
her other hand and breathing heavily next to my ear. 

"That was my cue to do my part and I leaned my head 
back with my eyes slightly closed, lips moist and 
slightly parted, breathing deeply and started to moan 
and whispered, 'Oh that feels so good Doris, I love 
your touch...don't stop...' And that's all it took. She 
didn't fool around anymore with any seduction games. 
She just went straight for my tits with her mouth and 
started sucking on them as she steered me towards the 
bed. 

"In a flash we were both naked and she had me down on 
the bed with her face buried in my cunt, sucking and 
eating my pussy, clit, and cunt for all she was worth 
while using her hands to massage and caress my body all 
over – legs, thighs, stomach and tits. She was really 
good, I have to admit. I think she has the longest 
tongue of anyone that has ever eaten my cunt. She 
brought me to several massive orgasms and then we 
switched places and I did the same for her. 

"Lesbian sex has never been as satisfying to me as good 
old fashioned cock sucking and cock fucking, but those 
two nights with Doris were an exception. She really 
loved the way I could reach into her cunt with my long 
tongue and hit her G spot which caused her to literally 
shoot out a river of cunt juice which I loved to suck 
up and eat. When we weren't eating each others cunt she 
liked us to rub our pussies up against each other which 
always resulted in some good mutual orgasms. I have to 
admit. I really had a good time with Doris."

True to Christy's prediction, as soon as she began 
describing in detail how Doris and she engaged in 
sucking each other's cunts and lapping up pussy juice, 
my cock started throbbing and I began fucking her cunt 
in earnest and soon had a massive orgasm shooting out 
big loads of hot cum. 

Christy squealed with delight and pleasure, "Ohhh 
baby!! I love it when your cock throbs like that and 
fills my cunt with your big load of hot, delicious cock 
sauce. Keep pumping me hard and deep baby. It feels 
wonderful. Oh baby, I'm going to cum...I can feel it 
building... Ohhhh God how I love your cock! Oh! I'm 
cumming!" and then she tensed up and her cunt squeezed 
down hard all over my cock and she moaned a deep, 
guttural, primal groan, "Unnnngghhhhh!" and suddenly 
went totally limp and collapsed on me with a flood of 
pussy juice starting to flow out of her cunt and down 
my crotch and all over my balls..

In a couple of minutes after we had recovered our 
senses Christy said, "Darling I think that was the most 
intense orgasm I have ever had. I think we are going to 
have a beautiful sexual future together baby. As much 
as my fucking and sucking other men, and it looks like 
eating other women as well, turns you on, I think I'm 
equally turned on by the idea of performing for you by 
fucking and sucking other men while you watch me doing 
it and then telling you about it later with your cock 
in my cunt. 

We're going to have great sex with all the stories I 
can tell you about my life as an escort girl and lots 
of fun finding opportunities for you to watch me fuck 
and suck other men. I think our first candidate ought 
to be a real easy mark to get things rolling and I 
think we ought to begin with our back yard peeping tom, 
Steve. What do you think baby?" 

Well that was four months ago and life with Christy has 
been fantastic- beyond my wildest fantasies. As it 
happened, Steve Naylor, our backyard neighbor who beat 
his meat while watching Christy and I from a window in 
his home fucking in our backyard one afternoon was the 
first man that I got to watch Christy fuck and suck. It 
turned out that about six weeks after that Valentines 
day night, Steve's wife, Betty, left for two weeks to 
visit her mother and Christy used the opportunity to 
invite him over for dinner the night Betty left. 

Christy dolled herself up and dressed in some very 
revealing clothes and we plied Steve with wine during 
dinner and then we all retired to the couch to have 
after dinner drinks with a couple of joints of pot and 
put on a good soft porn flick on the TV. We were all 
high and feeling good and I started playing with 
Christy's tits. This was all part of our plan to get 
Steve horny and it worked like a charm. He got a huge 
hard-on and Christy pretended to be sorry for him and 
said to me, 

"Now Fred stop feeling up my tits. It's not fair to 
Steve. Look how worked up he's getting with that huge 
hard-on making a tent in his crotch, and with Betty 
gone for two weeks he can't do anything about it. That 
was my cue to respond, "Don't worry about Steve baby. 
I'm sure he remembers how to beat-off." And then 
Christy said, "Now that's not nice Fred and you know 
it! Now be nice please." 

That's when I chuckled and said, "You right sweetheart. 
I just couldn't resist!" Then I looked at Steve, who by 
now had this spaced out glazed look in his eyes driven 
by his deep lust for Christy, and I said, "Hey Steve, 
you wanna suck on Christy's tits? Go ahead. It's all 
right. Christy loves to have her tits sucked."

By then Christy's tits were fully exposed as a result 
of my playing with them and Steve gave me this grateful 
look as he said, "Oh god yes, yes, yes," and buried his 
head into Christy's tits and started sucking on them 
for all he was worth. Well that broke the ice and the 
rest of the night was an orgy of Christy fucking and 
sucking first Steve then me, then Steve and I both 
fucking Christy in her ass and cunt at the same time, 
and then we would switch positions between her cunt and 
ass, and then Christy would suck my cock while Steve 
fucked her cunt and vice versa. It was fantastic.

Over the next two weeks while Betty was gone we had 
Steve over almost every night. I couldn't get enough of 
watching Steve fuck her and Christy sucking his cock 
and eating his cum. Christy had a fantastic time and 
said that she really felt liberated. Steve said that he 
was going to get Betty to agree to some wife swapping 
when she got back and some group sex orgies. 

It took him a couple of weeks to convince Betty to give 
it a try, but she finally agreed and after trying out a 
little group action with Christy and I, she quickly 
became hooked. So for the last several months the four 
of us have a little four way orgy at least once a week. 
Betty has become such a sex slut with a huge compulsion 
for eating pussy that she often comes over to see 
Christy during the day to have some lesbian sex and eat 
out Christy's cunt while Steve and I are at work.

In addition, Christy has had Stan back several times to 
play bridge and sleep over with us. Christy enjoys 
taking care of the two of us at the same time with lots 
of fucking and sucking for both of us. She also has 
plans to seduce several other of her male bridge 
partners and bring them over to the house for 
sleepovers so I can watch her fucking them. I use the 
word seduce loosely, because there isn't a man alive 
that needs to be seduced into fucking Christy. All of 
them lust after her body and are constantly hitting on 
her. All she has to do is to just make it easy for them 
to have her.

In between time when we don't have another man or woman 
available for Christy to fuck and suck for my pleasure, 
she satisfies my kinky obsessions by telling me stories 
about her engagements as an escort girl while I am 
fucking her. I told her last week that if she wanted to 
take up Ellie's offer to do a little part time whoring 
with Ellie whenever one of Ellie's johns wanted to be 
serviced by two whores, that it was perfectly all right 
with me and in fact the whole idea was really exciting 
for me. 

Today she told me that she spoke to Ellie and told 
Ellie to give her a call the next time she needed an 
extra whore. Ellie said that it shouldn't be too long 
as she has several regular clients that like to be 
serviced by two whores at the same time and they are 
due to call soon. 

I can't wait for her first paid fucking and sucking 
engagement since we have been married. The anticipation 
is almost more than I can stand. Christy is out 
shopping and my cock is hard as a rock and throbbing. I 
just can't wait for her to return home. I'm going to 
have to take a break to beat my meat. Be back in a 
minute Kristen.

Back again. That was a very satisfactory hand job. I 
was so worked up thinking about Christy's upcoming 
first real gig as a whore with Ellie that I blew my 
load after just a few strokes. Life is really perfect 
now Kristen. I have a beautiful loving wife that loves 
sex in all its forms and loves me so much that she 
takes great pleasure in giving me pleasure by making 
all my fantasies come true.

I look forward to hundreds and hundreds of nights in 
bed listening to Christy describe the intimate details 
of the almost six hundred fucking, cocksucking, cum 
eating engagements she had as a young escort girl while 
my hard cock is buried deep in her cunt. There is 
enough materiel there to last ten years Kristen. 

I hope your readers will enjoy mine and Christy's story 
and it will encourage them to stretch their sexual 
horizons and experiences to make their fantasies come 
alive. They will never regret it!!

Yours in sexual ecstasy,

MuffDiver 

(Direct comments to: (h.landers1961@hotmail.com)

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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