Being a Good Neighbor

Being a Good Neighbor [part 1 of 4]
By: cptn_average

I had a lot of fun during my college years, most of which had to do with me going away to school and living in the dorms and eventually off-campus. However, not all of it took place there. One instance in particular happened right down the street from my parent's house. I came home for Christmas one year to find a house down the block was up for sale. Which was nothing special, just raised a curiosity in everyone as to how long it would take to sell and who would eventually move in. It didn't take too long to sell, because when I came home one weekend around mid-semester I learned that an older divorced woman had bought the house.

One main question for us is what she was going to do with the landscaping. The former owner took a lot of time and care with it, but towards the end lot quite a bit of it go and get overgrown with weeds. My personal question was how good-looking was she, which would have to wait until the summer when there would be a better chance to see her.

Eventually the semester ended and I moved back home for my last summer home. Now that I was home, my thoughts returned to hoping I would see the divorced lady, who's named I learned was Allie. It took almost a month before I got to see her up close and actually speak to her. Before that it was always from a distance, but even then she was a knock-out.

The first time I met her it was a warm and sunny day and I was walking out to my car to run some errands. Allie comes jogging by, and stops to ask if I'd be willing to remove a small bush or two, and that she didn't really have tools, but would pay me for doing it. This was fine on all counts, I could always use more cash, we had all the tools I'd need, and it'd get me closer to Allie who looked much sexier in person with her perky tits and tight athletic body. Seeing as I could do my errands later, we agreed that I'd change clothes and start on the bushes right away.

I walk over there with tools in hand and Allie shows me what she has in mind. Once that is taken care of she excuses herself to go clean up from her run. Needing something to try and take my mind off her, I start working on the bushes right away. Every once and awhile I take a peek towards the house, and sometimes I catch myself lingering on what I think is her bedroom on the second floor. Subconsciously I switch so I am facing the house more often that not.

Then it starts, I catch the open curtains moving as if someone was walking past the window and causing a draft. Naturally my mind envisioned it was Allie prancing around her room naked. Which also caused my cock to stir at that wonderful picture. Part of me wishes she'd come out here, see her effect on me and take advantage of it while the other part is almost embarrassed that I can't control myself.

The curtains stop moving which ends that debate in my head and forces me to et back to work. The last thing I want is for her to walk outside and see me gawking at her bedroom window. A little later movement from that exact window catches the corner of my eye. Turning to look I see Allie is standing there with her back to the window. From what I can see, she has on a robe that she lets fall off her shoulders exposing her bare backside. After standing there for a moment or two giving me an excellent view of her ass she turns slightly and I get just a peek at her tits before I turn away lest I get caught watching her. I dare not turn to look again, instead focus intently on finishing up the first shrub.

Which is a good thing too, because moments later I hear the back door opening and Allie walks out checking on my progress. Now she is wearing a pair of ultra-short cutoff shorts and a loose t-shirt. Depending on how she positions her body you could get an eyeful. For now she isn't showing me anything, but I've got a feeling that's going to change. She insists that I should come inside to take a break and get something to drink. I accept and follow her inside into her kitchen where she gets me some water and we start making small-talk. Soon the chatting turns to low level flirting which Allie starts, but I quickly follow her lead.

Nothing more happens and after a respectable break I go back outside to finish the bushes. Not sure exactly what happened, but she didn't come out the rest of the time I was working on the bush. This probably helped me get through it faster because I wasn't distracted, at least trying to get a look at her hot body. In no time I was finished with the work and started to knock on the door, not wanting to assume I could just walk in even though I know she's around and wouldn't mind.

However, she sees me walking up to door and tells me to come on in. She takes a quick walk outside to inspect my work and then goes back inside to get the money. As she's handing me the money and thanking me for doing the work as I did it much faster and better than she could've and cheaper than a service, there's an electric feeling in the air like we are going to kiss. Which we almost start to, but realize better that we don't and after thanking her and letting Allie know that I'd be glad to help her out anytime in the future that she just has to let me know, I head back to my parents home.

I didn't see her for a week in person, but I saw her at least several times I day in my fantasies. Then one night I'm sitting outside and she stops over to ask for another job. This time she wants to follow her back so she can show me; then I can come back over anytime after six the next day to start; and don't bother knocking, just walk in. This time the job would be to move some boxes from the basement out to the curb. It seems fairly easy, and nothing sexual happens, even though the feeling is still in the air. Instead I head home again with nothing to show for it.

The next day I walk over to Allie's and even though she said not to, I knock on the door and call out as I walk in to her house. I don't get an answer but it appears she's home so I start carrying boxes out to the curb. After a few trips, Allie finally appears wearing a light summer robe that shows a lot more than it hides. It shows enough that I need to shift the boxes I'm carrying to hide the instant bulge in my pants. Once again asks if I want to take a break as she put out some food and something to drink that I can have once I finished this trip to the curb.

When I come back in and start to take a seat at her kitchen table like last time, Allie stops me and leads me to a dining room where the blinds have been drawn shut so no sunlight nor peaking eyes can get in. She sets the food down between us and as Allie sits down, the robe falls open and reveals even more if that is possible. Without faltering she asks if I enjoy looking at her body and think she is sexy. Of course I agree on both counts which brings a smile to her face. Glancing down at my erection, Allie tells me she is glad I react to her body and if I want to see more. Again, I'm thinking that's a pretty obvious question but I play along and nod my head yes. Allie removes the robe setting it on the chair next to her. The two things that jumped out at me right away was that her nipples were rock-hard and there was the faintest of glistening on her well-trimmed pussy hairs. That was before Allie reached out to grab my hand and place it on her breast, where she used it to massage her tit and pinch the nipple. With my other hand, she rubs her pussy even going so far as to insert a finger or to inside and cleaning the juices off before resuming fingering herself. After a few minutes she pulls away leaving my hands in place. She lets it go another few minutes before stopping my hands.

Except it is to lean forward and strip me so we are both naked, and while her head is near my lap Allie makes sure to give the tip of my cock a quick kiss. Pulling back she purrs that soon it will be inside her aching pussy, but for now I get to sit and watch a show. Allie reaches under her chair to retrieve a bright red vibrator and spreading her legs, Allie settles back and starts playing with it. My jaw about hits the floor as her head tilts back enjoying the feelings sweeping through her. Her free hand moves between her breasts and clit, massaging and pulling as needed.

After a few minutes of watching this Allie starts panting as her legs begin to twitch with the oncoming orgasm. She starts fucking herself harder with the vibrator moaning and gasping in heat. As the orgasm subsides she opens her eyes and chides me "Are you just going to sit there and watch or are you going to lick my pussy?" As a huge smile crosses both our faces.

I eagerly drop drown in front of her soaking wet pussy and dive right in. I quickly take over working the vibrator so she can focus on her breasts. Quickly I am lapping up her juices running my tongue the length of her slit. Every few licks or so I pause to suck her clit into my mouth. Soon Allie is grinding herself into my face while grabbing the back of my head and pulling me deeper into her sex. Both of us are moaning heavily. It doesn't take long for me to get her legs and body shaking as I bring on more orgasms.

Once I felt a few rack her sexy body, I slowed way down and started teasing her by flicking my tongue across her clit, sucking her lips into my mouth, and barely separating them with my tongue. Allie half-curses me for teasing her like that when she wants it hard and is only driving her even more wild. I keep going like that for a few minutes before ramping up and taking her over the edge. Even though I have been rock hard since I saw Allie in her robe and have wanted to fuck her since the first time I laid eyes on her; the sight of any gorgeous woman thrashing around in the throes of orgasm is a wonderful thing to watch. What was even better is that I was causing it and had a front row seat for the private show.

Allie ends the performance by begging and pleading me to fuck her and my giving in to her after a few minutes. She hops up on the table and with her legs spread open Allie tells me to fuck her silly. Without hesitating I plunge deep inside her pussy before I pull out until the tip of my cock is almost out and then slam into her as hard as I can. Her legs wrap around me keeping me close. I hold her hips to keep me steady while her hands work over the rest of her body. Leaning over I start sucking on her nipples.

An almost constant string of moans and 'oh fuck' come from both of us and it is Allie who moves things forward again by commanding me to use and abuse her aching pussy, fuck as hard and deep as I can. With an evil smile I start doing just that and within minutes Allie screams "Oh fuck I'm cumming again." Followed closely by "Aren't you going to cum yet?"

Hearing her say that helped push me over the edge. I was having a hard time trying to hold it back any longer and didn't want to disappoint Allie and ruin any chances of doing this again. With an "I'm cumming" grunt I grabbed her hips and pulled as hard as I could while Allie's were on my ass pulling me deep into her pussy. I could feel several contractions in my cock as it emptied into her. Not wanting to lie on top of her on the table, I sat back down in my chair. Allie, who was all grins and flush from many orgasms, popped down in front of me and cleaned my limp cock clean. Then she let my cum ooze from her pussy which she caught in her hand and subsequently cleaned that off as well.

Almost too matter-of-factly, Allie breaks the tension by informing me I can finish moving the boxes now or later, but either way should take a shower before going home. I had the sly grin on my face now as I boldly asked if I moved the rest of the boxes could we do that again. Allie's head bounced up and down emphatically, the way you lick and fuck there are definitely more or that in the future. With that knowledge, I opt for the shower and return later to finish moving the boxes. She was happy with that answer as her pussy couldn't take another round that night.

Showered and cleaned up, I head home stopping to kiss Allie before I walk out the door. Turning back I ask when I can finish moving the boxes. Her answer was anytime I want.

I did go back and move the rest of those boxes and then some. It was a little weird walking down the street for some pussy, but we were careful and were actually successful in keeping it a secret from everyone. We fucked quite a bit that summer and then at least once when I was home for a weekend visit.

The Story of Our life Capter 1, We Meet for the First Time

The Story of Our life Capter 1, We Meet for the First Time [part 1 of 2]
By: factoryrat (phitter38@earthlink.net)

The Story of Our Life

This is the story of the lives of Tony and Linda Fox, broken into chapters, and sub-titled. I wrote this story to make record of the many wonderful things that have happened in our lives.

Chapter 1 We meet for the 1st time

I was working for a small construction company right out of high school, I began working my way up over the next couple of years, and I met my wife about the time I had just starting supervising my own crew.

My crew and I traveled around to different cities across the country, building boutiques, shoe stores, food courts and such, in malls.

I had ordered some food at the food court in the mall we were working in that day, but I soon realized that there were hardly any seats available. Then I heard a voice from behind me, "I'm almost finished eating, you can sit here, I'll be going back to work in a second anyway." she said. I smiled and thanked her, but told her she need not rush off. "I have a client in about 20 minutes." she replied. "So... what is your name?" she kind of shook her head and giggled, "Linda, I cut hair around the corner." She added. "Nice to meet you Linda, I'm Tony; I'm building the sporting good here in the mall." I said with a smile. "Oh, that's next to my salon!" she said with a grin.

I was stunned by her beauty, she wore her blonde hair long, and she was very tanned, and dressed very sexy. She was wearing a tight yellow dress, with a low v-cut neck that showed off her breasts. "Must be a pretty trendy shop, huh?" as I took a bite. "I'm sorry...I'm now following you." She said with a puzzled look. "Your salon....It must be trendy." I replied. "Why do you say that?" she asked. "By the way you are dressed, I think it would be safe to assume, there's not a lot of old ladies in your shop." I said with a wink. "You don't approve of my dress?" she said as she tilted her head. "To the contrary, I think you dress is very nice, but my grandmother my not!" as I laughed. We flirted for a few more minutes, until she had to leave. I watched her as she left the food court, then I caught up to her and asked her if she wanted to have dinner that evening. She replied "maybe" as she smiled and winked, then she turned into her salon and disappeared in the back. I stood there puzzled for a moment, trying to figure out what to do next, when an absolute hottie came up to me as I was standing in the threshold of the salon, and asked " Can I help you, you look lost." She had a pair of those low rise, faded jeans on that had a few holes in all the right places, with a skimpy little spaghetti strap top that barely contained its contents. At that point my eyes refocused on the salon, I was suddenly aware that there were several "hotties" in the salon. I glanced up at the neon sign over the glass doors, it said "HEAVEN", "Wow, that's what I hope heaven is like!" as I pointed over her left shoulder, into the salon. "We do men's hair also, do you need an appointment?" she said with a wink. "I would like an appointment with Linda, tomorrow at 5:00 pm if I could?" I smiled. "Well let me check her book......yep, you'll be the last of the day!" she replied. "Perfect, but don't tell her about me I want to surprise her." I grinned.

Then I began to tell her how I asked her to dinner, and she was playing cat & mouse with me. "Okay, this will be fun!" she laughed. "By the way, forgive my manners, I didn't introduce myself, I'm Tony." I stammered. "Hi, Tony, I'm Sandy, pleasure to meet you" as she stared in my eyes." No no the pleasure is all mine!" as held her hand a little longer than normal.

I showed up to my appointment 10 minutes early the next day, with a half a hard on. I was greeted at the counter by a sexy red head, with the most beautiful green eyes. "How may I help you handsome?" she greeted. With a stupid look on my face, I replied, "I have an appointment, with Linda." Then, Sandy appeared around the corner, she put her hand on my chest and said, "Please don't hate me, but I double booked your appointment, Linda won't be finished for another 45 minutes." She frowned. "How could anyone ever hate such a beautiful woman like you?" I said. "I know..... How about I have Wendy here give you a world class message while you wait." She said with a sly grin. "That is an offer I would be an idiot to refuse!" as I turned and winked at Wendy.

Wendy took my arm and led me to the back of the salon, to a nice sized message room. She told me to strip down and lay face down, with the towel she gave, me over my ass. ""Be back in a few minutes." she said. When she returned she began at my feet. She had worked her way up and down my legs a few times, stopping just short of my ass cheeks, when I noticed her husky voice was getting me turned on. I was now trying to keep from getting a woody, what kind of freak would she think I was if she discovered my woody. When she finished the rest of my back and shoulders, she flipped the towel off my ass, and said, "After I finish your butt, I flip you over and we'll get the other half done!" I was in shock, I had no idea she was going to take off the towel, and I immediately tensed up." Don't tense up, I'll have to start over" she said as she pour oil on my ass. She began messaging the oil into my ass cheeks, and my hard on was now out of control, and just when I thought it couldn't get worse, the door opened, and in walked Linda! I was laying there in shock, with a huge woody, getting my ass massaged by a sexy redhead. "Well aren't you the sneaky boy trying to surprise me today!" she giggled. "Sandy squealed on me, didn't she?" I said. Then Wendy put the towel over me again and rolled me face up. The first thing I noticed was the look on their faces when the seen the tent I pitching under the towel. Then Linda said "I don't think you're going to be in any shape for a haircut, after Wendy is finished with you, why don't you go get cleaned up and pick me up at 7:00, at this address." Then she stuck a post it note on the area just bellow my navel, and in a flash she was gone. "Wow....how embarrassing" I blushed. "It's okay, I'm afraid we owe you an apology, this was not a normal massage. Linda put us up to it after Sandy told her about you, I was kind of a dirty trick to get you all worked up like I did....sorry, I feel awful!" she pouted. While she was talking, I was marveling at the sight of her beauty, she was wearing a thin t-shirt that revealed her midriff, and it was tight enough that it showed the natural shape of her bra-less breasts. My eyes were fixed on her nipples that were protruding from under her shirt, we suddenly I realized that she was silent. I looked up to her face, she was smiling. I apologized for gawking, but realized it didn't offend her. I decide to try to get control of the conversation, so I said with a sly grin, "You know what would make me forgive the whole thing?" "What?" she reluctantly replied. "I think one kiss would about do it." I said while squinting at the ceiling, and rubbing my chin. She began laughing, and then just stared at me for the longest time, while she pondered the idea. "Okay, so if I give you a kiss, I'll be off the hook....right?" she asked. "Yeah....I guess one will be okay, if it lasts long enough." I replied. She laughed again, and said "Okay, but you can't tell anyone, including Linda & Sandy... I could lose my job." She said. Then she stepped to me and began to kiss me more sensually than I have ever been kissed before. As she wrapped her arms around my neck, my left hand moved between shoulder blades, and my right went to the small of her back. Her body felt warm and soft, I could feel her nipples through her shirt, against my bare chest. I could feel my cock getting harder by the second. I think that's the point were she remembered all I was wearing was the towel that she gave me earlier. Her eyes kind of shot open, I knew she could feel the heat from my cock against her stomach, but she continued to kiss me passionately. That's when I moved my left hand down to the bottom of her shirt and slipped it under her shirt slowly, and moved it back to her shoulder blades. When she was comfortable with that, I moved my other hand down to the hem of her mini-skirt and slowly cupped her ass cheek. I was pleased to find she was wearing a thong that allowed me free roam of her soft tanned ass cheek. She responded by pressing her pubic mound firmly against my cock. I pulled her skirt up to her waist so I could feel her mound rubbing on my cock. She rubbed enough that it pushed my towel off, and I now stood naked before her. When she rubbed against me I could feel the silkiness of her thong, then on her downward stroke I felt her warm skin just above her thong, that's about all I could take, I at once pulled her shirt up to her arm pits, and broke the kiss for the first time, my lips immediately found her left nipple. I softly sucked in my mouth. Then with out warning she sighed and pushed away from me. I stood naked in a puzzled state. "Shit, I have to stop now! I gave you the kiss, and I didn't stop.... You broke the kiss, you need to leave to pick up Linda, or you'll be late." She said with short breath. I left for my hotel room like a whipped dog. I arrive at Linda's house about 5 minutes early. I rang the bell and was surprised when Sandy opened the door. " Well .....What a nice surprise!" I said. "Come on in she's getting ready, she should be about ready" Sandy said. "I guess she didn't mention that I live here also" Sandy said. "No she didn't....I guess she's really the sneaky one. Anyone else live here?" I asked sarcastically. "Actually....Wendy just moved in last week." she grinned. "Of course" I replied.

That date led to many more, soon those many dates led to our marriage. We had the typical, modest ceremony, and honeymoon. Just like most marriages, we had lots of hot sex for a couple of years, but instead of the sex slowing down like in the typical marriage, ours seem to stay steady. In our second year of marriage, something new happened. We had a pool party/cookout. We invited some of my buddies & the girls she worked with.

To preface this event, Linda's relationship with my buddies, was pretty close, they spent a fair amount of time at the house, and when to the same clubs as we did. Her friends and I were equally close, they were at the constantly also.

The guests started gathering at the pool at about dusk, I went into the house to find Linda. She was in the bedroom getting ready; I paused to take in her beauty. She was at her make desk, topless, she hadn't finished dressing yet, she had her bikini bottoms on, they were as close as you can get to being a thong, without actually being one, it show plenty of ass cheek. She broke the silence and said" grab my top & my wrap off the bed for me babe, I need to get out to the pool". I watch as she tied the bottom string around her back, and then pull the cups over her tits and tie the top string around her neck, she put the wrap around her waist and turned and gave me a peck on the cheek. As I turned so she could kiss my cheek, I noticed my buddy Jim was looking in the window, from his chair on the pool deck. He grinned at me and gave me the thumbs up sign; I smiled and shook my head, then turned and followed my wife to the pool.

An hour later it was dark and most of us we drunk, and having fun. I was sitting in my chair just watching people entertaining each other, when I seen my wife across the pool deck, she was sitting on Jim's lap at the card table, she was leaning over the table talking to Wendy and laughing. She rose up and leaned over the table more, so Wendy could hear better. I got up and moved to a better vantage point in a chair by the rubber tree. Then Jim clearly pleased that her ass was in his face, gently lifted her wrap and placed the hem of it on the small of her back. Linda was so drunk she didn't notice. When he leaned back in his chair, I could see that one of her shaved pussy lips sticking out one side of her bottoms, he turned to motion one of the to look, and then she sat back in his lap, her wrap still bunched at her waist, she was straddling one of his legs but slowly lifted the leg that was between his to the outside of his leg then she scooted back further in his lap, so that both her legs were outside of his and her crotch directly over his. He leaned back and placed his hands on her hips, occasionally rubbing her hips as she and Wendy continued to talk. I seen her slightly move her hips a couple of times, when she did that Jim sat up straight, and moved his his left hand up slowly an d gently rubbed the side of her left tit, I then moved just around the corner from their table so I could listen also. After no response on her part, he got a little bold and gently cupped her left tit, and gently squeezed it, and ever so subtly she began to knead her left tit for probably 5 minutes or so. I could now see that she had that "I'm getting horny look on her face". With more boldness, his hands moved to both of her tits and again cupped and squeezed her tits. Then he slid the cups of her top up just slightly so that a couple of inches of the under side of her tits were visible, then he gently caressed the exposed area of each tit. I then seen her turn to him & tell him she had to go to the bathroom. Wendy went with her, so I casually moved around the corner and went to the window of the pool bathroom. I heard Linda tell Wendy to light up a joint. Then after they shared two joints, Linda was telling her that she need to find me, because Jim had been rubbing her tits, and grinding his cock against her pussy the whole time she and Wendy were talking and she told her she better find me soon because she wanted to fuck. When she left the bathhouse she left her wrap behind, and said as she walked past Jim that she was looking for me. Jim jumped to his feet and said he would help and he followed her to the house. I went to the other side of the house and entered through the garage, I made my way to the bedroom and stepped in the walk-in closet, I could see them coming down the hall, and Jim right on her heals. As they entered she stopped and turned the stereo on. She looked in the bathroom and told Jim that I wasn't there, and then she heard a song she liked and began dancing, "this is a great song." She said as she turned her back and continued dancing. A slow song was next, and before she turned around, he stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands on her sides and said "dance with me I fell like dancing" She responded by backing closer to him, and reach back over her head and wrapping her arms around his neck, while tilting her head back and to the side resting it against him. This exposed her neck to him and also thrust her tits out giving him a great view. They began to sway back and forth. It didn't take him long to start nibbling at her neck. He was now moving his hands up to cup her breasts. She kept swaying as he slowly lifted her top up letting her tits fall free, then he resumed the kneading of her tits, lightly pinching her nipples. She made no response except to hum along with the ballad that was playing. Jim then untied her top and removed it. He then moved her to the bed and stepped around her and pulled his shorts down and crawled on the bed and laid on his back and stared at her body. She reached down and pulled her bottoms down over hips until they hit the floor. She crawled up over him and straddled him. Placing his cock in the entrance of her shaved pussy, she laid down on his chest and whispered" fuck me slowly Jimmy, fuck me nice and slow" He cupped her ass cheeks and slowly pulled her down on his cock. They sat motionless for a moment,"mmm... that feels soooo good Jimmy" she whispered as she sucked in his earlobe. He began to slowly thrust in and out of her. I could see him thrust balls deep in her and pause for a moment, and then slowly withdraw, he had a short, fat cock that I could see was stretching her pussylips taught, they fucked very slowly for what seemed like eternity, then she began to speak..." mmm Jimmy that's so fucking sexy, it feels soooo good, I'm ready to cum baby, cum inside me baby, my pussy is on fire.... No...no don't speed up Jimmy, fuck me slow baby, cum in my pussy."She whined suddenly he spoke" fuck... I'm gonna cum in your sweet little pussy.....I'm cumin oh... god...I'm cumin" his hips jerked violently as he emptied himself inside her. He remained inside her as they settled into a sleep. I waited a few minutes before I left the room, locking the door behind me.

Confessions Chapter Four.

Confessions Chapter Four. [part 4 of 6]
By: TDwriter (thewynner@hotmail.com)

the saga continues.

Tina awoke, in Brians arms, around 3.30 am. She snuggled against his chest, inhaling his male scent, her mind full of the love they had made earlier. Was it wrong? Yes of course it was, but the way it made her feel, in light of the way Sam made her feel; mad and unfulfilled; was reason enough to accept that she was not really sorry this had happened at all. Now she had another predicament. She had in good conscience confessed her earlier sin, but, had told the priest she had enjoyed, even encouraged the adulterous act. He was confused enough to to consult the Oracle as it were and they were supposed to meet this Thursday. Tina knew that she'd tell him that the affair with Brian was continuing and showed no likelihood of ending. Now what?

Realising that she could stay no longer,Tina slid from the bed, dressed quickly and scribbled a note for Brian, indicating her undying gratitude to him for the lovely evening and signed it "Love Tina". She truly felt that the "love" part was a sincere indication of how she was beginning to feel about Brian.

As she arrived home and slid her Mustang into the garage, she noted that Sams car was nowhere in sight. Where the hell was he! Truth be told, she really didn't care, and surmised that he had gone to meet his buddies and gone out on the town and was now sleeping it off somewhere. She just hoped he was OK.

She entered her bedroom, stripped and went for a quick shower. The warm water was Brian caressing her. Her fingers were his probing her. The soap was their sweat. The suds were how she felt when he came inside her, running down inside and outside her body. She closed her eyes and relived it. Then she shut off the shower, towelled off, threw on a black nightie and went to bed. Before she had a chance to explore herself with Brian in mind, she was asleep.

Sam, was not asleep. Far from it. Sam had called his brother Greg, from the cell plone and suggested meeting him and a few friends at the Starry Nights Night Club. For the uninitiated, the Starry Nights was a gentlemens club. Pretty girls danced for you, and more if you were prepared to pay the price. Basically the sky was the limit!

Sam and Greg, Salvatore (Sal) and Paul met in the parking lot. After a few rounds of "How's it going" etc, they moved to the front door. They were frisked for booze and drugs and weapons by the bouncer, then allowed to proceed. Next was the cover charge wicket. Weekend rate $100. This got you in, a seat, two drinks and two lap dances. After that it was pay as you go or pay at the end. The boys forked over the cash eagerly. It had been a while since they'd had a boys night out. they made their way to a table and as if by magic gorgeous young girls appeared. "Hi boys" one of them, a stunning African American cooed. "Who can I dance for tonight". Sam immediately said "Me baby, be my private dancer". She smiled. "I'm Jessica" "Sam" said Sam and shook her hand. The DJ started a new set of songs and the four girls, all now sorted out as to who they were dancing for began the naked gyrations for which the club was famous. Jessica was almost ebony black, had firm high tits, augmented Sam thought, but her ass was stunning, tight buttocks, and she kept waving it in Sams face as he leaned closer and closer. She was covered in glitter and powder and Sam was entranced by her beauty and sensuality. It helped that he was as horny as hell too.

Sam was sitting legs wide open, leaning back against his chair as Jessica slid between his legs. She moved her thighs against his. Sams cock was growing and his shorts kept it along his right leg. Jessica moved against it. "OOOOH Baby, you must like me" and she pushed against him more. "Mmmmm getting bigger baby and a good size, it really would be a shame to waste that boner. Lets talk after the next dance, OK lover?" She leaned close and blew him a kiss. Sam, delighted with the attention, said "Sure baby, anything, you want it, it's yours" Jessica gave him a knowing smile as the dance ended, and then as the next tune began she got closer and gyrated her ass down into his lap. For the next three minutes or so, Sam was in heaven, he was hard, hot and in control. A black ass and pussy was grinding into him. One of his fantasies this was. Black pussy. He'd never had any before, this would be his night. He told himself he'd be in control, Yessir he'd be in control!

With the second dance out of the way, the DJ slowed the pace and played a bluesy ballad. Sam sat back and watched as Jessica leaned forward and with her hands on his shoulders, began to writhe slowly in front of him. Her tits were so close to his face he wanted to flick out his tongue and taste. She read his mind, as she breathed into his face, real close now and whispered, "not here lover, you gotta wait, we'll do the VIP room next ok?" "Uh yeah sure baby" smiled Sam. He was alive at the thought of getting to touch this black beauty which he knew he could do in the VIP room. Jessica slowly strolled around him, maintaining contact, driving him crazy. God he was hot for this chick, and he was in control of himself. The song ended and Jessica informed him that she was next up on stage for a show, four numbers, she'd be back but she wanted him to enjoy the show in the company of a friend of hers, Katya. "Sam, why not get comfy in the VIP with Katya, watch my show and wait for me there" "Good idea" said Sam, where do I find Katya". You go get a VIP and I'll see she finds you. Jessica led him throught the room to the desk where arrangements were made, money changed hands and another very pretty girl, led him upstairs to a row of private rooms, glass fronted to afford a view of the stage. The key here was that while the parties inside could see out, no one could see in through the one way glass. The girl opened the room for Sam who sat down in a very comfortable recliner, love seat size and watched as Jessica started her stage show. She was an athletic girl and her body shone in the clever stage lighting. Next thing Sam knew was that a pair of hands were on his shoulders, sliding their way down his shirt to his waistband. A warm mouth played on his right ear and a voice murmured, "Hi there handsome, my names Katya. At that, the girl walked around the loveseat and slid into the seat next to Sam. Katya was Caucasian, nice tan, deliciously natural breasts with long nipples, as she sat Sam noticed wide hips, "good handles" he thought. Her thighs were generous and well sculpted. She sat turned toward him, somewhat demurely keeping her thighs together but not altogether hiding the scrap of fuzz that disappeared down to her crotch. "Nice to meet you Katya" said Sam,"'Nice to meet you too Sam" she purred back "Jess said I have to look after you and see you come to no harm, as she has plans for you in a few more minutes. Want me to dance for you" "I sure do" Sam replied and sat back watching both Jessica and Katya. Katya was a great dancer, very well co-ordinated, limber and damn sexy. She bent from the waist, grabbed her ankles and gave Sam a great view of her ass and pussy lips, Sam saw the blond fuzz outlining her cunt and could hardly contain himself. Katya looked back at him. "You wanna touch it Honey, you know you can, but just a touch. She backed up to him as Sam laid his hand in his lap. Katya ground against it and Sam felt the hot moisture from her pussy on his fingers. She kept writhing until Sam slipped a finger inside her, then she slowed and pushed back onto him. Sam was touching heaven, he now had two fingers inside this little angel, who was raising herself on and off his fingers. She reached between his legs and felt Sams engorged cock. Sam groaned, "Oh Baby yeah, stroke my dick like that, stroke it before Jessica gets back here". Katya giggled, "I told you that Jessica has her plans for you and this is all part of the build up". "And it looks like her show is just about over so why don't we sit and have a glass of Champagne and wait for her" Resignedly same felt her ass lift of him and he allowed his fingersto slide out of her slippery pussy. He treated himself to her taste as she went to get the wine.

In a couple of minutes she was back, with three glasses and a bottle of Dom Perignon on a tray. The wine safely nestled in a bucket of ice. Sam had a moment of concern, thinking that this might be an expensive evening. But on seeing how hot Katya was, and what waited for him when Jessica arrived, he decided it was damn well worth it. And, he was still in control, Sam was very proud of himself.

Katya then walked past him, toward a large mirrored wall. Her reflection excited him more. She stood purposely with her legs apart for him to see the pouting pussy lips he had recently explored. Then she slid the mirror to one side, revealing a small iron spiral staircase to a loft above. "Come on" she winked at him, "lets go up and find Jessica". Sam slid behind her and watched her climb, her wide hips swaying and those delicious breasts swinging with every move. Her ass was truly a sight to behold and same made a note to himself that he'd like to invade that space as well. The mirror downstairs had closed behind them. At the top of the staircase, Katya stepped forward and cooed sweetly, "here we are". Sam looked around. the loft completely overlooked the packed room below. Again, floor to ceiling on way glass, soft sexy lighting and a variety of comfortable furnishings, including a chaise, a double bed you'd have to climb onto, a double recliner in padded leather and a bar and stools. Resplendant in a silk burgundy wrap, Jessica waited on the chaise. "Has Katya looked after you Sam" she enquired. "Yeah, very well indeed, she's a doll" Sam replied. "Do you think he's ready Katya" Jessica said as she stood up, "Yes I do Mistress Jessica" Katya stood forward. "Good, then get him ready for me" ordered Jessica. "Sam you ever had black pussy before?" Sam shook his head. "Never" "Well you won't forget this one". Katya was now in front of Sam, loosening his belt, pulling it free. She flipped open the clasp of his pants and reached and pulled down his zipper. Letting his pants slide down to the floor while she lifted Sams shirt over his head and off. Then she slid to her knees, had him step out of his pants and removed his shoes and socks. She stood and pressed herself against him, her belly against his shorts and raging cock. "He is ready". "Katya," Jessica slowly said, "show him to me". Katya stepped behind Sam and pulled down his shorts. Sams cock was up almost vertical. Jessica looked on approvingly. An ebony hand reached forward, long black fingers tipped with silver encircled the shaft of Sams cock and stroked it. "Mmmmm nice and thick, wonderfully hard, decently long, he will do well. Come Sam."

Jessica led him to the bed, she sat down, laid back and raised her long muscular legs in the air. Then she parted the, wide. Sam stared, Gorgeous black skin, not a trace of pubic hair and the delicious scent of cunt. A cunt he always wanted. Black pussy. He felt Jessica touch him, urging him forward. He stepped between thos lovely legs and let her guide his cockhead to the entrance of her labia. She rubbed it up and down, Sam hoped to God he wouldn't lose it now. He pushed forward, her lips parted, the head entered her dark depths. He loved the contrast of his pink cock against the black of her body. He watched as he pushed deeper, stretching her open and sinking all of himself inside her. He heard her moan as he touched deep, "Ooooooooooh, yes Sam push that pretty white cock deeper, fuck me with that thing baby". Sam felt her pussy grip his shaft and at the same time he began to slowly go back and forth inside her. He leaned forward with his hands beside her as he increased his stroke rate. "Love your black pussy baby, feels so tight and hot." Jessica gripped him again and he started going crazy inside her. He had never had so much control. He fucked her harder and harder, his cock was on fire, his mind was oblivious to everything except the long pink sheath he was inside. For several minutes he kept up the speed, then he slowed and stroked softer, he felt more of the friction. A wave of agony ripped through him and he knew he was going to cumm real soon. "Oh Honey, I'm gonna blow it inside you" He panted. "That's what I want baby, your white cock filling me with that thick jism. Fill me up baby.". Sam Grunted a few times in reply, then leaned back and roared "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhh, fuck yes here we gooooooooooo! Then he erupted inside her. Her legs close around his waist, holding him in as he emptied himself with spasm after spasm shooting wads of his cream into her. "Yeah baby, your pretty white cock done just fine for l'il Jess. Her pussy miked him dry. He collapsed on top of her. "Oh sweetie, thank you, thank you, thank you. That was awesome" Sam was almost in tears, he felt so good. He felt empowered by the fact he had completed not only a fuck for the first time in a long time, but that he'd fulfilled a dream.

Sam pulled out of Jessicas overflowing hole, stood up and took a deep breath. He saw Katya standing off to the side with a rapt expression on her face too. She looked at them both, smiled, cocked her head to one side and coyly asked "Champagne?"

Marty Misbehaves

Marty Misbehaves
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

It was a large project and it had been occupying all my time for almost a year and when I say all my time I mean just that. I worked until late at night and I brought work home with me to do on weekends. The survival of the company I worked for, and by extension, my survival, depended on the project being finished on time and on or under budget.

My wife was not happy.

The thing I heard most was "Bullshit. You can find a job anywhere else you want to" and that was probably true, but it would also have meant starting over at sixty percent less pay and benefits and throwing away the sixteen years that I had invested in my job. To me that would not have been a rational decision, but then rational decisions and my wife Marty cannot coexist in the same room.

It did not matter to Marty that I was busting my ass for our future financial security. All that mattered to her was:

- You never take me anywhere any more. - You never spend any time with me. - I'm tired of being here with nothing to do except watch TV. - All you ever think about is that stupid job. - When you are home you are always too tired to do anything with me. - You like what is in your briefcase more than what is in this dress.

Finally, after several months of her harping I lost it. It had been a very bad day. A couple of deliveries not made on time; one delivery came in not to specs and had to be refused, one man lost for at least two weeks to an occupational injury and one of my best men had quit. I walked in the door and hadn't even set my briefcase down before Marty started in on me. It was the final straw.

"Shut the fuck up Marty. If your life is so fucking bad just pack up and get out. Go find yourself some twit that can't even come close to making his salary match your spending habits. You didn't mind my job when it made the money that got you this house and everything in it. Now I'm working the same job trying to make sure we keep all of it and I don't want to hear another fucking word from you about it."

Marty just stared at me for a minute and then she said, "Okay Bill, if that's the way you want it, but I'm going to take the last word here. Last weekend you told me that you were too busy to go to John's party and you told me to go by myself if I needed to get out of the house and so I did. You know who else was at the party Bill? Ron Holbrook, Harry Short and their wives. The names ring a bell Bill? Ron is your supervisor I believe and the last I heard Harry still owned the company you work for. They can relax and take their wives to parties and have a good time and you can't? There is something wrong with that picture Bill. Either something is going on that you are not telling me or they are playing you for a chump."

"No one is playing me for a chump, and..." Marty held up her hand to stop me.

"Here's the deal Bill. You go ahead and be their slave, but I'm not going to stay cooped up in this house while you do it. Get used to me not being here in the evening because I'm going to have a life. Dinner will always be ready, the house will always be clean and the laundry will be done. But while you are in your home office or working late at the job site I'm going to be out enjoying myself."

Then she turned away from me and walked into the kitchen. I didn't waste my time trying to explain to her that Ron had already announced he was retiring at the end of the project whether it succeeded or not. And that Harry was a multi-millionaire and that the company's closing it's doors only meant more time available for him to jet to Aspen or wherever. She wouldn't, or couldn't, understand that I was working for my future, not some one else's.

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The next day was Friday and when I got home I found Marty getting dressed to go out. She already had her heels and hose on and was just slipping into her dress when I came into the bedroom. I watched for a bit and then said, "Going out?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"I don't know yet. Mary and Robin are going to pick me up and then we are going some place where we can dance and have a good time."

"Do you really think that's a good idea?"

"I don't see a problem."

"Are you considering the message that you will be sending out? A married woman out by herself and letting men come on to her."

"I won't be alone. Mary and Robin will be with me and you are more than welcome to join us, but I'm not staying home again and watching TV while you go into your home office and work. As far as the message that the wedding rings will send, I can always take them off and leave them here on the dresser if it will make you feel better. How about it?"

"No, leave them on."

"Not that silly, I would never take them off and you should know that. I meant would you like to join us?"

"I can't. I have to revise a couple of sets of specs so I can Fed-Ex them to the supplier."

"Okay. I have no idea how the night is going to go so don't bother to wait up. The bars close at two so I should be home by three unless the evening is a dud."

She was just touching up her makeup when a horn honked outside. "That's them, got to go" and she kissed me on the cheek and hurried out of the house.

I worked on my specifications until around eleven, caught CNN for a bit and then went to bed. I woke up needing to pee around four and Marty was sleeping soundly on the bed next to me. I went into the bathroom and took my whiz and was halfway back to the bed when one of the worst parts of human nature grabbed me. I went back into the bathroom and pulled the clothes that Marty had worn that night out of the dirty clothes hamper and checked them out. I even went so far as to sniff the crotch of her thong, but I found nothing suspicious. Had I really expected to? I told myself no, but something had made me look, hadn't it?

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The next morning over coffee and toast I looked Marty over as closely as I dared without being obvious looking for a hickey or some sign that she might have done more than had a few drinks and danced, but I saw nothing.

That night set the pattern for the next three months. Marty would go out two or three nights a week with her friends and I would look for signs that she was straying, but I never found a thing. The only thing that changed was the frequency of our sex life. For the past year it had been two, sometimes three times a week, but after Marty began going out by herself it increased. Some nights she would wake me up when she got home and sometimes she would wake me up in the morning after one of her outings. One morning I asked her about it.

"I'm a good looking woman Bill and I get hit on a lot when I'm out. I get felt up on the dance floor and I get a lot of cock poked into my leg and tummy when I'm out there dancing. It makes me horny and when I'm horny I want to make love. Since I assume you don't want me having some one else take care of the problem I bring it home to you."

That bit of information, instead of putting my mind at ease, made my imagination go into overdrive as I imagined all the things that men could be doing to my wife on the dance floor or sitting in a booth. The more I thought about it the more certain I was that something was going on. It just wasn't natural, to me anyway, to think that a married woman could go out bar hoping two and three nights a week and have nothing sexual happen. The more I thought about it the more irritated it made me and finally that irritation drove me to have a confrontation with Marty over what she was doing.

She came home on a Saturday night and woke me up by sucking on my cock. When I was awake she swung herself over me to mount me and I twisted away.

"Leave me alone Marty, I don't want sloppy seconds."

She froze and for several seconds she didn't move and then, without a word, she got off the bed and left the room and I rolled over and went back to sleep. She wasn't in bed with me when I got up in the morning and she wasn't on the couch. I looked around for her and saw that she was out on the patio sipping coffee. I poured myself a cup and headed for my den to try and get some work done.

Half an hour later Marty came into the den and sat down. She watched me work for about five minutes without saying a word and then she said, "Is that what you really think? That I'm out there whoring around?"

"Why else would a married woman spend as many nights a week as you do out running the bars? I know what you told me when you started doing this shit, but two, three and sometimes four times a week? I don't think so. That isn't just a night out with the girls, not by a long shot."

"That's what you really think and you don't care enough about me to try and stop it?"

"We've had this conversation Marty and we've done it to death. You know where my head is until this project is over. You are a grown woman and you get to make your own choices. That you can't see that what I'm doing is for us, for our future security, is something that I can't help. When the project is over and I know where I stand financially I'll step back and take a look of what you have left of our marriage and decide whether or not it is worth trying to save."

"That's it? You have just automatically assumed that I'm a slut and that I'm out there just happily fucking any man who buys me a drink or dances with me and wants some pussy in exchange?"

"Yeah Marty, I would say that just about covers it."

"How can you say that - think that- about someone you profess to love?"

"How can some one who professes to love me go out bar hoping three or four nights a week?"

"I told you Bill, I just need to get out of the house. I can't stand sitting in front of the TV every night while you disappear into your home office."

"I can understand the need to get out once in a while Marty, but three and four nights a week isn't just once in a while. Three or four times a week is only a half step from being out there all the time. I also notice that you never go to a movie, to the library, play cards with your friends or do any other activities like that. It is always bars. Places where you can go and, by your own admission, find men to poke their cocks into your leg and feel you up. Just what do you expect all of that to tell me?"

"I don't know. I just thought that you knew me better than that. For your information, no man other than you has ever had his cock in me and no other man ever will. I do admit to a little hanky-panky and I may have even just slightly crossed the line once, but my pussy, mouth and ass have remained cock free except for yours. I'm sorry that I can't furnish signed affidavits from the men I danced with, but frankly, I never expected to need them."

"Hanky-panky? What does that mean?"

"When a guy dances with me and then wants to join me at my table I make it clear to him that I'm married and that I'm only there to have a few drinks, enjoy the music and dance a little - nothing else. But you know as well as I do they are still going to take a shot and try to get lucky. If he is a good dancer, buys me drinks and sees to it that I enjoy myself I don't slap his hands away when they start to roam and I don't fight it if he wants to neck a little. I've been kissed and felt up and I have even gone out to the parking lot and sat in a car with a guy and necked, but I have never been fucked."

"What did you mean when you said you slightly crossed the line?"

"In one case, a special one, I let a guy finger fuck me and I gave him a hand job, but that was a one time thing."

"A special case?"

"Yeah, Robin's brother. He's had a crush on me for years and he was home on leave just prior to being sent to Iraq. When Robin told me he had a crush on me I thought it was sweet and after watching all the news coming from that godforsaken place I kind of felt bad for him. What if he didn't make it back or what if he came back with missing pieces? Like I said, a special case. I haven't cheated on you Bill."

"Not yet maybe, but it will happen sooner or later. Some guy won't play by your rules or take no for an answer or someone really smooth will run a game on you and make you think that he is a special case or someone will drop something in your drink. But it will happen Marty; you can't spend that much time in bars and not have it happen."

"I'm a big girl Bill and I can take care of myself."

"Yeah Marty, sure you can."

We didn't talk for a couple of days and then one night Marty came to me, "I'm horny Bill and I can't take this wall that is growing between us. I need my man in bed with me."

I stood up, "Lead the way."

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For a while Marty cut back on her outings to a Friday or a Saturday night, but after about three weeks she was back up to Friday and Saturday and by six weeks it was three and four nights again. The project deadline was closing in on me and I had made my feelings on the subject crystal clear so I didn't say anything more. And then one night, about three months before the project was due to end I came home and found a note on the kitchen table:

"Bill, I'm sorry, but it just isn't working out between us. Good luck on your project. Marty"

I read and reread the note and then I got on the phone and started calling around. Her mother and her sister hadn't heard from her and neither had Mary, Robin or Tina who were the girls she went out with. I came to realize that there wasn't anything that I could do. If Marty wanted to leave I couldn't stop her and if she wanted to get in touch she would. I put her note in the center desk drawer and then buried myself in the project.

A week went by and I got a phone call from Marty's mother telling me that Marty had called and that she was all right. All she told her mom was that we had differences that couldn't be resolved. Once a week I called Mary, Robin and Tina to see if Marty was around and they always told me that they hadn't seen her. Whether it was true or not I never knew. I didn't hear from any lawyers so I guessed that we were still married although she could have gone to Reno for a quickie and not bothered to tell me.

After a month or so I gave up thinking about it as the project was coming to an end and it was consuming all my time. I barely noticed the time as the project deadline rushed toward me and then it was all over. We finished three days early and just barely under budget. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, bonus money flowed, and I was promoted into Ron's job when he retired and life slowed down for me.

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I still hadn't heard from Marty, but I did check in with her mother from time to time and she always told me that Marty had been in touch and was okay.

Two weeks after the project ended I made my weekly calls to Mary, Robin and Tina and found out that Marty had shown up at the one of the bars the night before. All she told them was that she had to leave town to take care of some personal problems and that she was glad to be back. I told them to tell her I said hi the next time they saw her and then I hung up.

When I got home that night Marty's car was in the driveway and when I went into the house I found her sitting at the kitchen table with a half empty bottle of Merlot sitting in front of her. She looked up at me when I came into the room and I couldn't see any emotion on her face, not love, not hate, not pity, not anything. She refilled her glass, poured on for me and pushed it my way.

"Sit down Billy and let me get this over with so I can get out of here."

I sat down at the table, picked up the glass and took a sip.

"You called it Billy. You looked in the old crystal ball, saw it coming and told me just what was going to happen. No way I said to myself, I'm a big girl and I can look out for myself, except that I didn't. It happened just like you said it would. Somebody slipped something in my drink. I found out later that it was two drops of Special K and one tab of Ecstasy. I got fucked that night. I got fucked real good. Seven guys enjoyed Little Miss Marty and they taped it. Marty in glorious living color with a cock in her mouth, a cock in her ass, and a cock in her stupid, "It can't happen to me" pussy. And if that wasn't bad enough I was told that unless I wanted you to see the videotape we were going to do it again and again and again only without the drugs.

"I couldn't let you see that tape. What it would do to our marriage was certain, especially after you made your little speech, but I couldn't let something like that take your mind off the project, not as close to being done as you were. So, I let myself be blackmailed. Five times over the next two weeks and never less than seven guys. Then one night I told them to fuck off and die; that somehow you had found out and had thrown my ass out of the house and that I was leaving town the next day. And then I told them I would make them a deal. I'd do it one more time in exchange for the tape. They bought it and I spent the next twenty-four hours as the personal slut of eleven guys.

"When it was over I headed for San Diego where my Aunt Millie lives. I told her I was running away from a marriage gone bad and she let me stay with her. When mom told me that your project was finished I quit the job I had and came back to let you know what happened."

She finished off her glass of wine and picked her purse up off the floor and set it on the table.

"I think I know you pretty well Billy and even now I can see it in your eyes. You are going to say "We all make mistakes, but we can work it out. There isn't anything that we can't overcome as long as we love each other." You would be wrong Billy. The thing is, I liked it. I liked having six or seven guys trying to fuck me to death. I even did it a couple of times when I was in California. Actually, it was more like once a week. San Diego is full of horny sex starved sailors and Marines and I tried to be patriotic and help them out.

"Anyway, to make sure that you realize what a slut I've become I've brought you the tape. I was drugged to get me going, but I think that you will see my natural enthusiasm shine through. I'm sorry Billy, I really am. I should have listened to you but I didn't and now I'm paying the price."

She got up and headed for the door, leaving the tape sitting in the center of the table, and when she got to the door she stopped and turned, "I love you Billy. I always have and I'm sorry that I did this to us" and then she was out the door and gone.

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Her enthusiasm did indeed show through and that tape put every professionally done porn tape I'd ever seen to shame. Marty did it all, or they did it all to Marty, depending on your point of view, and I confess to having beat my meat four times by the end of the tape. That night I didn't get much sleep and it wasn't because of the tape; it was because of my feelings for Marty. I loved the stupid bitch and I really didn't want my marriage to her to end, but I honestly didn't see how it could survive. I could buy the drugged part and the blackmail that followed, but how was I supposed to get past the "I liked it" - liked it so much that she continued doing it in California?

I woke up the next morning with no better idea of what to do than I'd had when I went to bed. The day at work was a wasted day because all I could think of was Marty. What it came down to was that Marty and I needed to talk. She was in the third bar that I hit, sitting in a booth with four guys and I walked over to them.

"Marty, we nee...." And one of the guys in the booth said, "Take a number asshole, the bitch is with us."

I grabbed him by his long hair, jerked him out of the booth and dumped him on the floor. I kicked him hard in the ribs and then looked down at him, "I'll just take your number sperm breath and if you ever call my wife a bitch again I'll stomp your head into jelly and if you come up off that floor any way but peaceful I'll do it anyway."

I turned back to the booth and said, "There is a table over there where we can talk" and I held out my hand. She took it and I helped her out of the booth and walked her to the table and we sat down.

"It looks like I interrupted your evening."

"No, I may have become a slut, but I'm a selective slut. That bunch wasn't going to get anything but a dance or two and the privilege of buying me drinks. What brings you here?"

"You. Us. You dumped your bomb on me and then got up and left, but you didn't say a word about what happens next."

"I thought that was self-evident. You watched the tape?"

I nodded a yes.

"What else needs to be said? You could never live with the woman on that tape. That's me Bill. The new me - the real me. I didn't say anything because I knew that once you saw that tape and the fact that I told you that I liked doing it hit home your next move would be to call the lawyers."

"That wasn't one of the things that I thought. My first thought was how could we go about salvaging enough out of this mess to keep us together. Next came "Be serious Bill, no way you can live with what she's done" and that was followed by "You have to try. You love her to damned much not to try." I love you Marty. I know that there have been times during the past year that you questioned that, but it is true. I can't give up on you, on us, without trying everything in my power to keep us together."

"I'm glad that you feel that way honey, but it won't work. You just aren't the kind of guy who can sit home and wait for me to come home knowing what it is that I'm out doing. You aren't the kind of guy who can watch or participate so what does that leave us?"

I started to say something, but Marty held up her hand, "Let me finish baby. What I'm saying is that I WILL do it again. I know me a lot better now, and I know that a week from now, a month from now or a year from now I'll be on my back trying to get six, ten or fifteen guys to fuck me senseless. I could say, "Thank God you love me enough to let me back in your life and I'll make it up to you, I promise, and I'll be a good girl from now on." And I would mean it Billy, I really would."

"But?"

"No Billy, I would really mean it and I would try hard baby, I would try really really hard, but I know as sure that the two of us are sitting here that one night you would come home from work and find a note on the kitchen table telling you I was going out with the girls and to not wait up. And what would happen when I came home? You pushed me away once when I hadn't even done anything saying that you weren't going to take any sloppy seconds. Has your position changed? Do you honestly think that you could follow seven or eight guys into me? Or it could be even worse; you could come home to find that I haven't even left the house to do it.

"No Billy, it wouldn't work. I'll always love you and I will always treasure the fact that at one time you loved me, but it just won't work."

"We have to try Marty. Even if it does turn out the way you say it will, we still have to try."

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We did try. Marty went home with me that night and I tried to make up for three months of going without. We made love more times that night than at any other time in our marriage. It was sick of me, but every time I thought that I couldn't get it up again I thought of Marty's video and I'd rise to the occasion. That tape drove our sex life although Marty never knew it. She thought that I had destroyed the tape and she wasn't aware that I watched it whenever she wasn't around.

One night she asked me what had come over me, "Are you eating Viagra by the handful?"

I think that in the back of her mind she knew what was going on - I was doing my best to keep her from going out and looking for a half a dozen other guys.

Nine months went by and just as I began to think we were okay I came home to find what she had said I'd find someday - a note on the kitchen table:

Sweetie, I've gone out to have a drink with Robin and Mary. Dinner is in the microwave. Set it for two minutes. I may be late so don't wait up. Love you Marty

I was torn between waiting up for her and finding out for sure or going to sleep so I wouldn't see her when she came home. I convinced myself that if I didn't see evidence of her being gangfucked I could make myself believe that all she did was go out for a drink with the girls.

She was asleep next to me when I got up the next morning and I got up and left the room without looking for any sign of what she might have done. She was still asleep when I left for work. When I got home that night dinner was ready and Marty was her usual cheerful self. Neither one of us mentioned the previous night and that night when we went to bed we did our best to destroy each other sexually.

Three months went by before it happened again and again nothing was said by either of us the next day. As long as it didn't come up I could force myself to believe it was just drinks with Mary and Robin. Then the intervals got shorter: Two months, then six weeks, a month and then every two weeks and finally it was every Friday and I could no longer delude myself about what Marty was doing. She might be starting her evening with the girls, but she was ending it with the boys.

I should have left well enough alone. Our sex life was fantastic and there was no doubt that we loved each other, but for some perverse reason I just couldn't leave it that way. One Friday night I waited up for Marty. She was surprised to see me and I detected a touch of sadness crossing her face. She knew, even if I didn't - at least at the time - that I had just put the kiss of death on our relationship.

"Hi baby. Finally decide to have some sloppy seconds? Well come on lover, let's get to bed and I'll fuck your eyes out."

She was wet, sloppy and loose and I wondered how many had beaten me into her that night. It was as if she had read my mind.

"How does it feel baby? Think you could learn to like it. There were nine tonight lover. Two spics, three niggers and the rest were white guys. I am an equal opportunity slut baby. Cocks have no color as far as I am concerned. Does it make you hot baby? Does it turn you on to know that black cocks have emptied into me? That Mexicans have put their own type of salsa in me? Come on baby, fuck me hard. Make me cum honey, show me that you love your whorish slut."

I wouldn't have believed it possible, but I fucked her four times that night and listening to her sluttish talk made me cum harder than I ever had before. For the next six weeks I'd wait up for Marty on her Friday nights or she would wake me up when she got home. I can't even begin to describe what was going on in my head at the time. I was disgusted with myself for enjoying Marty's well used pussy, but I gloried in being married to my own personal sex goddess. Six days a week she was a loving an attentive wife and every Friday she became a whorish slut, but she was my whorish slut!

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Once again I couldn't leave well enough alone. I had to take the next step in the natural progression that had started on that first night.

"No baby, it isn't a good idea."

"Why not? God knows I wallow in what you bring home."

"That's not the same baby. There is a big difference between knowing, feeling and actually seeing it happen. Please honey, trust me on this, it is a bad idea."

"You don't understand Marty. I need to see it and after I see it I may even want to participate."

"Honey, I'm not the same woman you know when a group of men fuck me. I say things and I do things when I'm in a sexual frenzy, things that will bother you. I won't mean what I say, but my lovers will be pushing buttons and getting me to say things that they want to hear; things that you won't want to hear. You might never want to kiss me again after you see some of the things I do with my mouth. Please honey, things are good between us right now, let it be."

But I wouldn't and finally she said, "Okay, but If we do it we do it the way I say."

That Friday found us in the parking lot of one of her favorite bars. "You sit here in the car until I come out. It may be an hour or two, but be patient. Nothing is going to happen if I have you with me."

An hour and a half later she came out with eight guys who split up and headed for their cars. Marty got in and said, "Follow that Chevy pick up." We drove in silence until we got to a Motel 6 and as we pulled onto the lot Marty said, "Honest honey, it will be best if you just let me out and go on home."

"I'm here Marty. I've come this far, I'll go the rest of the way."

The guy in the Chevy went into the office and came out several minutes later waving a key. He went to room 124 and guys started climbing out of their cars and following him. Marty looked at me and said, "Please baby, remember that I love you and that whatever happens when they get me flying doesn't mean a thing"

She looked at me one last time hoping that I would let her out and then go home and when I didn't she shrugged and said, "Okay, let's do it."

It started out bad. When we walked into the room one of the guys looked at me and said, "Who's he?"

"My husband."

"What's he doing here?"

"Whatever he wants."

The guy looked over at me, "Come to see a couple of real men fuck her?"

A black guy piped up, "You come for lessons in how to take care of her?""

Another guy said, "He must need them real bad or she wouldn't be out looking for the likes of us."

"He doesn't come across as a wimp at first glance, but he must be one. Why else would he stand by and let other guys fuck his old lady."

Marty spoke up, "Hey, what did we come here for, to talk or to fuck. Tony, put on the boom box."

I read a couple of faces and they were saying, "Need your old lady to bail you out, to take the heat off of you?"

The black guy must have been Tony because he picked up a boom box and turned it on. Music began to play and Marty began to do a strip tease and as her clothes came off the men in the room were trash talking and aiming it at me.

"She is one hot bitch, it would take a real man to keep her happy."

"Maybe it's a dick size thing. Maybe he wants to keep her happy, but just doesn't pack the gear."

There were several other comments and I was starting to get steamed. With eight of them there I was going to get my ass stomped, but I had just about had it with the wimp shit. Marty was naked by then, except for her high heels and as she swayed to the music she said, "John, you paid for the room so you go first. How do you want it?"

"Suck my cock and then I want that tight ass of yours."

Marty sank to her knees and said, "Bring it to me lover."

All talking stopped and all eyes were on Marty as she wrapped her lips around John's cock and went to work on him. Her hands came up to caress his balls and one guy said, "Jesus, I wish my wife could suck cock like that" and another guy said, "She does, at least for me" and everybody laughed while the first guy turned red. To deflect attention away from him he turned to me, "You suck a lot of cock?"

I felt the anger build up and he saw in my face that he was about to get fucked over big time so he tried to back off.

"By proxy I mean. You eat her out when she comes home from being with us?"

I made the mistake of backing off a little so he went charging ahead again.

"A real man would eat her out. If he could let her fuck around like you do he should be able to show her he loves her by chowing down on her beaver when it is full of cream."

Before I could say anything Marty finished sucking on John's cock and got up on the bed. She got on her knees and buried her head in a pillow and John moved in behind her and began easing his cock into her ass while she moaned into the pillow. Once John was buried to the hilt in Marty and he started fucking her whatever the assholes were saying didn't come through to me. All my attention was on Marty as one man after another used one of her holes. Marty screamed, she cried and she begged them to fuck her harder, to fuck her faster, and to make her cum.

I was the only man in the room who hadn't fucked her; some of them were on there second time and one was in her for the third time. I was sitting there, my palms sweating, wishing I had a video camera when things really went bad.

Tony was buried in her pussy, her long legs up on his shoulders and he looked over at me when he said, "You like this cock baby?"

"Oh yes, I love your cock."

"You like my big black stick more that you like your wimp hubby's dick?"

"Yes lover, you're much better, fuck me baby, fuck me hard."

"Your hubby is a wimp isn't he?"

'Yes baby, a wimp. Push it in lover, push it in deep and fuck me."

"He can't fuck you as good as I can, can he?"

"Nobody fucks me as good as you baby, keep doing it baby, keep fucking me, I'm almost there baby, bring me over."

"Want the wimp to come over and finish you off?"

"No" she cried, "Don't stop, don't stop now, you do it, I'm almost there baby, don't stop."

"What's the matter? Isn't the wimp any good in bed?"

"Not like you baby, bring me over, make me cum, make me cum."

"Everybody in this room can fuck you better than he can, can't they?"

"Oh yes, oh god yes, don't stop, don't stop, I'm almost there, get me there baby, get me there.'

"Not while he watches. Tell him to leave. Tell him you need real men fucking you. Tell him you have no time for wimps."

"Please baby, don't tease me, get me there get me off."

"Tell him to leave."

"Oh god, leave Billy, go home so they can fuck me."

"He needs to leave because he's a wimp, isn't that right."

"Yes, a wimp, he's a wimp, he can't fuck me like you can. Go home Billy, go home so they can fuck meeeeeeeee" she c screamed as she had her orgasm.

Tony pulled out of her with a smirk on his face and said, "Next."

The rest of them had seen the game he was playing and it must have looked like fun because the next guy stepped up and said, "Where do you want it sweetie?"

Marty was down from her orgasm yet and she said, "I don't care, just put it in and fuck me."

"Not until you tell the wimp to leave."

"For gods sake Billy, go home, leave, take your wimpy ass and get out of here so I can get fucked."

John laughed and said, "So you can be fucked by real men, right?"

"Yes real men, need to be fucked by real men, not wimps, real men, come on and fuck me" she screamed as he shoved his cock into her with one hard push. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard."

"I can't fuck you, the wimp is still here."

"God damn it Billy, go home. Get the fuck out of here, I need cock, real cock, go home Billy, get out of here and go the fuck home."

Suddenly it was as if a light had been turned on illuminating everything. Why hadn't I seen it before? It was al so clear now. I was a wimp! That was the real reason I couldn't keep my wife at home, keep her faithful to me; I just wasn't man enough. Would a real man let his wife do what I had been letting Marty do? No he wouldn't. Would a real man have gone after her and tried to get her to come home after seeing that video of her and hearing her say she liked it? Again, no, and no to the question "Would a real man wallow in his wife's cunt after she had been gangbanged? In that instant I realized that everything that these men had been saying and thinking was true. I really wasn't much of a man; I'd let Marty turn me into a wimp.

I got up and headed for the door and John sniggered, "If you needed proof guys, there it is. A real man would fight for his woman."

I was already in the car when Marty came running out of the motel room yelling, "Wait Billy, wait."

She came running across the parking lot dressed in only a shirt belonging to one of the guys. She opened the passenger door and slid in, "Where are you going?"

"To the house."

"You are just going to leave me here?"

"It's your party, I'm just a wet n blanket. Go have your fun. I'm sure that one of them will give you a ride home when it's over. Now go. You have cum running out of your cunt and I don't want it to stain the seat covers."

We might have managed to make a go of it - only might - if she had said, "No Bill, I came with you so I'll leave with you, but she didn't. What she said was, "Well, okay" and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and told me she would see me when she got home and then she got out of the car and went back into the motel room.

I tried going to bed to sleep when I got home, but I was just too keyed up. I was wide awake staring up at the ceiling when I heard a car pull into the drive. When Marty still wasn't in the house five minutes later I got up and looked out the window. I saw kicking legs in the window and I turned and got back into bed. Marty had gotten a ride home and now she was giving her ride a ride.

When she did finally come in she got into bed with me and her hand went straight to my cock, but I reached down and pushed it away.

"Come on honey, don't be that way. Don't ever think that I think you are a wimp."

"Unfortunately Marty, that is just what I do think."

"Those guys were assholes honey, testosterone laden assholes and nothing they said should have bothered you."

"It wasn't what they said Marty, it was what you said."

"I warned you before we went that I would say things I didn't mean once they got me fired up."

"Yeah, you did, and I could see you saying all those things if they wanted you to when I'm not there, but I was in the room Marty. I was there and you knew I was there. You weren't so far out in a sexual fog that you couldn't remember things. You never forgot anyone's name, not even mine. "Fuck me hard Tony", "My ass Steve, I want you in my ass", "Oh yeah Dave, like that." No Marty, you could not have said those things about me unless somewhere in the back of your mind you really thought them. They were there and in your sexual frenzy you relaxed the lock on the compartment you had them in and they all came out."

"You can't really think that."

"Oh I do Marty, I do indeed. I'm not saying that you don't love me, at least in your own way, but you do think that I'm a wimp for letting you do what you do; for just sitting back and letting you hang horns on me week after week."

"You're wrong Bill, I don't think of you that way."

"Of course you do, and you are right. I'm not much of a man if I can sit back and let you do your thing. It took the guys in that room to wake me up to the fact that I really am a wimp and not much of a man where you are concerned. All of a sudden Marty, I don't much like me."

"Honey you are so wrong. I love you baby, you are the only man for me."

"Sure you love me Marty, and why not? I let you do whatever you want and say nothing. What woman wouldn't want a man like that? No Marty, what you really think of me came through loud and clear tonight in that motel room and don't waste your breath in trying to deny it because I wouldn't believe you anyway. You can tell me that what you said was just bullshit and was said to please those assholes fucking you, but one of the strongest human emotions is anger. Anger cuts through weaker emotions and anger would have sliced right through that sexual fog you say you were in. When you said what you said about me you were angry Marty, very angry. There was no way that you could have yelled at me, "Take your wimpy ass and get out of here" and not know what you were saying."

"That's not true baby. You've got it all wrong."

"You came out of your sexual fog pretty damned quick when you though I was leaving you there. When I got up and left you had to know what I was thinking, what was going on in my mind. But did you grab your clothes and your purse and come after me? No Marty, all you were worried about was your ride home. If you really gave a shit about me you would never have gone back into that motel room and let me leave feeling the way that I did."

I stared at her for a couple of moments and then I said, "One more thing. I know that this is irrational as hell, but for some strange reason I never looked on your gangbangs as you cheating on me, but when you fucked whoever it was who brought you home tonight in our own driveway that to me was cheating. The bottom line Marty - leave me alone. I'll pack in the morning and be out of here by noon."

"Billy please, don't do this to me."

"I'm not doing anything to you Marty except cutting you loose to do whatever you want. No Marty, I'm not doing anything to you. Whatever I've done I've done to me."

She started crying so I got up and left the bedroom and spent the rest of the night on the couch.

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Packing to leave was a chore and a half as Marty begged and pleaded with me not to go. I was finally able to get packed and out of the house and checked into a motel. It took me a couple of days to find an apartment and I moved in and got on with my life. Marty wouldn't give up. She told me that she wouldn't give me a divorce and I told her that if I wanted one she couldn't stop me because I still had the tape she had given me way back when. "It is all the grounds I'll need." Besides, getting married again wasn't high on my list of priorities so it didn't matter to me if I got divorced or not.

Months went by with Marty constantly calling me and telling me to come home where I belonged and I kept telling her no, that there wasn't anything there for me anymore. I was a healthy male and I still had a sexual appetite and so I headed out and became one of those guys who made the bar scene. I had a lot of trouble at first because most of the women I came in contact with knew I was Marty's husband. Once the word got around that I'd left her things got better and I started to score. Marty got pissed when she found out and I had to smile. She could fuck guys six or ten at a time, but I was a rotten bastard for fucking just one.

Several times we ran across each other as we hit the bars and as soon as I saw her I left and went to another. Along the way I managed to bed Mary, Tina and Robin which absolutely infuriated Marty and she went after them. They laughed at her and told her, "Hey, you're the one who let him get away."

Marty took to following me from bar to bar to try and break up any action I might get going and one night she slid into a booth across from me.

"How about this? If you won't come home to me maybe we can just do the bar game. Whenever we find each other in the same bar you can take me out to the car and fuck me a couple of times like the other girls you pick up and we both win. You save time and the money you would have spent on the bitch, get your rocks off and I at least get that much of you. It isn't what I want, but I'll take what I can get."

"Sorry Marty, but you are just a little too promiscuous. I don't why I never thought of it before, but you fuck way to many different men way too often. Sooner or later one of them is going to lay a social disease on you and I'm not all that keen on having you pass it on to me. I at least use condoms with the ladies I'm playing with, but I remember that sloppy swamp you used to bring home and that one gangbang I attended I didn't see even one rubber used. No Marty, if you don't already have something it won't be long before you do."

"That was cold."

"No colder than what you laid on me."

"Damn it Billy, I want you. I need you honey, please come home."

"Thanks but no thanks Marty" I said as I got up from the bar and went looking for some other place.

Six months went by and a lot happened. Robin and I took a liking to each other and she moved in with me which pissed off Marty to no end. I ran into Tony one night and he sneered at me and said, "Hey, if it ain't the wimp." He was sitting at a table with three other guys and I walked over to him and bent down. My face was three inches from his when I said, "I'm going to go outside and stand by my car nigger. Why don't you come out and join me and find out what kind of game the wimp has." I went outside and waited for ten minutes and he never came out.

Maybe a month after that Robin and I were having lunch when John and two others who had been at Marty's gangbang came in, saw us and headed for our table. I balled my fists and started to stand up and John held up his hands, "Whoa dude, I come in peace. Can we sit?" I nodded and the three sat down.

"We owe you an apology man. I know it won't cut no ice with you now, but what we did that night wasn't aimed at you, it was aimed at Marty. We was always ragging on her about why a married woman had to go out to get laid. We used to tell her she needed to leave her worthless husband and find someone who could really take care of her and she would get pissed off and tell us that you were more of a man than all of us put together. We just laughed at her and asked her if that was the case what was she doing with us. She laughed right back and said, "He's only one man. There are seven of you here tonight and you can't satisfy me so why would you think only one man could. I'm here to save his life. If I stayed home he'd be in his grave in a month.

"All we was doing that night was trying to wind her watch. She didn't mean a word of it man. We get her going and we can get her to say anything. One night we got her to say she would suck off a pony for us. Anyway, just wanted you to know that" and he went to get up but then stopped. "By the way, she didn't put us up to this. She hasn't had anything to do with any of us since that night. She blames us for breaking you two up. I'm sorry man, I'm really sorry."

When they were gone Robin said, "You aren't buying any of that bullshit, are you?"

"Why not?"

"That 'my husband is more of a man than all of you' is just so much shit. Did you know that she fucked my brother? Told him that as young as he was he was still more of a man than her husband."

"She told me that she gave him a hand job."

"Oh please. She took him to the Motel 6 and fucked his brains out. The poor kid left for Iraq convinced that when he got home she was going to leave you for him."

"I thought that you were her friend?"

"I was and I still could be if she would just admit to herself that I didn't steal you away from her; that she threw you away and I got lucky and caught you on the rebound."

"She actually took your brother to a motel?"

"That's what he told me."

"Maybe he was being just a little less than honest. Maybe he was just puffing it up to make him look like a stud."

"I believe him. It was what she was doing with everyone else."

"Everyone else?"

"Oh come on sweetie, you had to know. As far as I know my brother was the only one she fucked, but she was decorating backseats and handing out blow jobs and hand jobs like party favors. I can't honestly remember a night that we went out together that some guy didn't get lucky."

I didn't know whether to believe her or not. She could have been lying to me to poison me against having thoughts about getting back together with Marty, but then it didn't really matter because as far as I was concerned Marty was a dead issue.

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Marty dropped out of sight for about six months and no one seemed to know where she was or have any idea of what had happened to her. One Tuesday afternoon my secretary buzzed me and told me that my wife was there to see me. And I told her to show Marty in and when Marty had taken a seat I asked her what she wanted.

"I'm here to beg, crawl or do whatever I have to do to get you to come home to me."

"We've already been over this ground Marty."

"There have been some changes since we last talked."

She opened her purse and handed me an envelope.

"I've not been with a man in over seven months. Those are the monthly tests, last one dated yesterday, that show I'm disease free. Billy, I'm begging you. My life sucks without you. I'm not sleeping, I've got no appetite, and I'm just plain miserable without you. Please Bill, I'll do anything, whatever you want, just come home."

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Robin took it well. Told me that if things didn't work out and she was still unattached to give her a call. She and Marty are back on speaking terms, but I seriously doubt that their friendship will ever get back to where it was.

It has been almost a year now and Marty has done her best to spoil me rotten. I come home every night hoping that I won't find a note on the kitchen table and dinner in the microwave. Marty knows that she hasn't gotten my trust back yet and I think that she may be aware that she might never get it. I love her so I'm praying that we make it, but I'm still just taking it one day at a time.

Caught on Camera

Caught on Camera
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

Probably the most erotic, sexually exciting thing I have ever seen in my life is my wife fucking another man. I found this out one day, quite by accident, and it has changed my life.

I work for a security company and as a result of employee discounts I have a state of the art security system in my own house. In addition to all of the door and window alarms, motion sensors and the like, I have remote cameras all over the place, inside and out. The cameras are wired so that any unauthorized entry will turn them on and they are hooked to six VCRs that will tape everything when they are on. They can also be turned on for testing and monitoring by an override switch. The system is so state of the art that I frequently bring customers to my house to demonstrate it.

I had a good prospect coming over to see the system and I had come home to run a quick check on the system to make sure everything was working right. I turned on the TV monitors and began to cycle the system. Front of the house, both sides and back of the house working fine. Garage, kitchen, family room, basement 1 and basement 2 no problems. Master bedroom, guest ro...and I stopped. I had seen a glimpse of something as the master bedroom flashed on and then off the screen. I selected MBR and as the picture came up on the screen I saw my wife Marcy sucking my brother-in-law's cock. I was stunned. I had always thought that the two of them didn't get along, but then I'd always thought that Marcy was a faithful, loving wife.

I hit the record button on the VCR and then I finished the check on the rest of the system. I was waiting at the front door when my customer arrived - I wanted to make sure that he didn't knock or ring the doorbell and disturb Marcy - and after asking him to keep his voice down so as not to disturb my wife who was sick and upstairs resting, I led him into my den. I demonstrated the system, omitting the MBR (my wife's sickness, you know) and he left after giving me a healthy check as a deposit on the new system he ordered.

As soon as he was gone I turned the TV on and selected MBR. Marcy was sliding up and down on Tom's cock and I wished that the camera system had sound, but of course it didn't. As I watched Marcy tilted her head back in a way that I knew only too well and in my mind I heard the words that she yelled every time that she had an orgasm:

"Yes, oh god yes."

Marcy climbed off Tom and went back to sucking his dick. It took her several minutes, but she did get him up again and then she rolled over onto her back and pulled him on top of her. I watched as Tom fucked her again, her long legs flailing the air and I was amazed that I hadn't gotten angry with the two of them. All that happened was that I developed a raging hardon. I opened my briefcase and took out my cellphone. I waited until they were through and then I called my home number. Marcy took the call on the bedside phone.

"Hey babe. I got off early today and I'm on the way home. Should be there in a couple of minutes. Put on something sexy. I've been thinking of you all day and I'm in the mood. Love you."

And then I watched while Tom frantically grabbed for his clothes. I heard him pounding down the stairs and then I heard the back door slam. I smiled and walked to the front door, opened it and then slammed it shut, "Honey! I'm home." I headed up the stairs wondering what I would find. Marcy had only had enough time to straighten the bed, slip on some heels and pull on a sexy black nightie. She'd had no time to clean her cunt and I wondered how she was going to handle my finding her so wet.

I took her in my arms and kissed her, tasting Tom's cum. I pushed her back on the bed and knelt between her legs. Pushing her nightgown up I put my hand on her freshly fucked pussy and said, "You seem to be really wet."

Marcy nervously said, "I've been horny and thinking of you all day. I was just getting ready to call you and see if you could come home early when you called me. I need your cock so bad. Fuck me. Fuck me now."

I started to lower my face to her pussy and she panicked, "No. Not that. I'm too hot for foreplay. I need your cock in me. In me now. Please baby, don't make me wait."

I stood up and undressed while I watched her fidget on the bed and she didn't relax until I was between her legs and my cock was moving into her cunt. I don't think I've felt anything as good as it felt to slide into her wet, cum filled cunt and I know for a fact that I'd never had a more satisfying fuck before then. We fucked for hours and I just could not get enough of her. She had orgasm after orgasm and when the two of us finally collapsed from exhaustion Marcy said:

"What got into you today? You've never been like that before."

"I don't know sweetie. Something about you triggered something in me today."

"God" she said, "I hope we can figure out what it was. I could learn to like it."

I installed motion sensors on the living room, family room, and master bedroom cameras and now they record whenever someone enters the room. Marcy thinks that the system comes on only when there is a break-in and so she has never caught on to the fact that she has been taped with all her lovers, and there have been quite a few. There are even a couple of tapes of her with two guys at once and these are my favorites. She still doesn't know what it is that has turned me into a sexual madman who can barely leave her alone, but she loves it. I have spent many hours watching the tapes of her and I never get tired of it. One of these days I will probably show her the tapes and tell her that I want to become an active participant, but I'm in no hurry. We are both having a grand time right now, why take a chance on spoiling it?