The uneasy silence was interminable as neither of us knew how to bring up the subject, nor really wanted to. But finally, I cleared my throat and I saw her eyes raise from her cup expectantly.
“Debbie, we need to talk about this,” I began, “We need to figure out what we are going to do from this point on.”
“I know, Bobby, I am so very sorry for all of this. I wish I could take it all back… turn the clock back and erase the whole ugly mess. I never meant to hurt you, please believe that, and I don’t want this to cause us to break up. Please, Bobby, please don’t leave me! I love you,” she said, and I saw the tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes.
“I don’t want to lose you either, Debbie. But we have to deal with this somehow before we can move forward,” I said.
“How? How do we deal with this?” she asked, almost afraid of the answer.
“Well I have been thinking about this since I found you and her together. I’ve been thinking about this a lot, believe me. About you being a sex-addict, as you call it, and about you needing more than just what I can provide. And this leaves me in something of a dilemma; either I let you cheat, or I will force you to cheat. If I don’t allow you to have other lovers, you will just go behind my back as you have and get them anyway,” I said.
“Robert…”
“It’s true, and you know it. However, I would much rather be able to control who and where and how this happens, than leave it to chance meetings and random affairs with strangers. So I will allow you your little indiscretions, however there will be rules – I don’t want you bringing home any STD’s or other unwanted surprises!” I told her.
“What kind of rules?” she asked, a little more curious now. She had relaxed a bit, knowing that I was trying to work with her instead of stopping or hindering her.
“Well for starters, I want your little play parties happening somewhere else but here. I don’t want to sleep in a bed that you have fucked someone else in. You can get a hotel room or whatever, but our bed is off limits. As it is, we are getting another bed because this one has been defiled and more than once, I suspect.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Now along with that, your playmate will have to foot the bill for your fun, if they want to play. I will not subsidize this behavior and you have bills to pay here with your paycheck. So your boyfriend, girlfriend, or whatever will have to pay for the room, dinner, and whatever expenses your date has. You are providing the playground, the least he or she can do is pay the entrance fee!” I told her.
“Okay, anything else?”
“Just one more thing, and this has to do with safety. I want to know who you are going with, where you are going, and when you will be coming home. That way, if there is any problems, I can come get you. You are still my wife and I still want to protect you and keep you safe. So if you and so-and-so are going to dinner then back to his place for playtime, I want to know where you are going – including the change of location – and when you will be coming home. I want to keep tabs on you, Debbie, so if you need me or something happens, I can be there,” I said.
Debbie saw I was being serious and I think she realized even though I didn’t like what she was doing, I still cared for her and wanted her to stay safe. She got quiet for a few moments and then looked at me. “Okay Robert, I will follow your rules,” she said softly.
* * * * *
It was about a week later when we were sitting down to dinner one night when Debbie brought the subject up again.
“Honey… did you mean what you said about my… seeing other guys the other day?” she asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“Well it’s just that I ran into Matthew at the gym yesterday and he asked me when we were going to get together again. I didn’t tell him anything because I wanted to check with you,” she said, then quickly added,”But if you don’t want to, I will just tell him no.”
“No, I told you how I feel about this. I don’t particularly relish the idea of you with another man, but I’d rather you do it under supervision than to sneak around about it. At least this way I know where you are and I don’t have to worry about you getting hurt or getting in an accident or something,” I said.
“What did I do to deserve someone as understanding as you, Robert?” she said, hugging my neck.
So the next time she went to the gym, she set up another “date” with Matthew, only this time she had to tell him about the rules. As I suspected, he wasn’t thrilled about the condom idea – she told me that he said “he couldn’t feel her like he wanted to wearing one of those things.” But to her credit she told him rules are rules, and he grudgingly agreed.
They set up their date night for that Friday night. She told me about it on Tuesday so I was able to make arrangements myself (I figured it would be better to be out doing something than sitting at home stewing over the matter). I didn’t want to just go to the local bar – my being drunk would not help any situation I may be called into. So I made reservations for a nice dinner at a restaurant.
So Friday night, while my wife was out with Matthew – or should I say under Matthew – I was enjoying a nice steak dinner and trying not to think about it. When I was done with dinner, I went for a little drive just to keep from going straight home. Eventually, though, I had to head home. I didn’t figure she would be home yet, but I couldn’t think of anyplace else to go at that hour. I pulled into the driveway, leaving the car outside the garage for the time being.
Sitting in my recliner with a glass of sweet tea, I turned on the television and tried to find something to watch. I found an old movie and began watching it, waiting for Debbie to come home. About two hours later, she came home, stumbling in the house a little tipsy and giggly. I could tell in an instant she’d had more to drink than she should have, but she was home safe and that was all I was concerned about right then. I knew she was in no condition to talk and wouldn’t remember anything if she did, so I just helped her to bed and she fell asleep about as fast as her head hit the pillow. I went back into the living room and finished watching my movie before I went to bed myself.
The next morning I was in the kitchen starting the coffee and getting things ready for breakfast. Debbie walked in, looking like death warmed over. “Coffee… I need coffee,” she said, bleary-eyed and holding her head.
With a smug note of satisfaction, I smiled, “It’ll be ready in about 5 minutes. You feeling okay hon?” I asked her, knowing she was feeling like 40 miles of bad road.
“No, I feel like shit! What time is it anyway?” she asked.
“It’s about 10:00 am, why?” I asked, still grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Oh, God! I drank too much last night!” she said. I handed her a cup of coffee, black like she liked it, and she sat squatting on the chair seat, hunched over her coffee as she tried to clear her head.
“Yeah, you were definitely feeling no pain last night when you came home. I assume Matthew dropped you off?” I asked.
“Yeah, I couldn’t have driven even if I wanted to,” she said.
“Well, after breakfast we will go get your car. You did lock it up, right?”
“Yes, I locked it up. It’s parked over at the Holiday Inn on East Commerce Street,” she said.
“Okay, I know where that’s at. Let’s eat and we will go get it and bring it home.”
We ate breakfast and she wanted to take a shower. Then we went to get her car. Debbie wasn’t real hungry – the thought of breakfast made her a little green which I understood completely. I’d been that hungover before and it isn’t fun! I got her to eat some toast though to help soak up some of that alcohol and a small glass of milk to neutralize and settle her stomach.
After we got back and she was feeling better, we sat down on the couch and talked.
“So tell me about this Matthew. How did you meet? What’s he like? I would like to know something about the guys you are with, and he seems to be one of your regulars,” I said.
She began telling me about Matthew. She had seen him a couple times in the gym where she liked to go. She thought he was cute, and one day she asked Pam, one of the girls who worked at the gym about him. Pam did one better and introduced Debbie to Matthew, and apparently it was an instant attraction. A younger man, Debbie said at first she felt like a child molester, but eventually she began feeling kinda nice having this younger man interested in her. Matthew was 23 and seemed sincere and interested, and they hit it off really well right from the start.
Matthew worked in construction and was a real Adonis, according to Debbie, with a well toned body, light brown shoulder-length hair, and a nice happy personality. He knew Debbie was married, and told her right away that he would never date a married woman. Debbie felt at ease after that, and they became friends, talking on nights that they would meet at the gym. Sometimes they worked out together helping motivate each other in their workouts. She loved to watch him lift weights!
It wasn’t until Matthew had to give Debbie a ride home from the gym one day that things heated up. I remember that day because she called me from the house and told me that her car wouldn’t start and that she had got a ride home from a friend. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. Apparently, Matthew had wore a pair of soft, well-worn blue jeans that hugged his crotch and a tight black “wife beater” t-shirt. Debbie had always been hot for the wife beater style t-shirts and even bought me a few to wear. She said as he took her home, she fantasized about what he looked like underneath those clothes, and even imagined giving him a blowjob.
When they got to the house, she invited him in and offered him a beer and they talked about relationships and marriage. Debbie said he asked her if she had ever thought about having sex with someone else and at first she acted nonchalant about it, but then she said that a friendship with a man without getting hurt or “involved” is possible. Matthew took things into his own hands then and started to kiss and hug her on the sofa. Debbie said she protested and told him he was wasting his time, that she would not cheat on her husband.
But Matthew saw through her pretense and knew she was saying it because she should, not because she meant it. Then he asked her if she wanted to see what he was hiding. Debbie was afraid to answer, but deep inside wanted to see his cock more than anything.
Debbie said he helped her make a decision by taking her hand and placing it on his large bulge. She said that was all it took – she was hooked. She massaged his large mass until he began complaining that his jeans were getting too tight. He asked if he could undo his pants to relieve the pressure. Debbie said “I want to undo them.” From that point she took control of the rest of the encounter.
She unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his zipper. “There… feel better, now?” she playfully asked.
“A little, but my damn underwear is killing me…” Matthew said, egging her on.
“Well we can’t have you killed, now can we? Want me to take your pants off?” He just smiled his big grin.
Debbie said he lifted his butt up off the sofa slightly to help her slide his jeans down. She pulled them down until they were a crumpled ring around his ankles. He wore skimpy little briefs that barely contained what appeared to be a very large organ. He had a small wet spot in front that Debbie said only excited her more.
“What do we have here, mmm?” she asked, lightly tracing her finger along its length.
“A surprise for you…” he replied, breathing heavy, “Why don’t you take a peek and see for yourself?”
Debbie lifted the elastic waistband and looked under. “Oh my God!” was all she could say. He was the biggest man she had ever seen and she licked her lips subconsciously at the sight of the huge cock.
“Want me to take these off, Matt?” she asked. She removed his briefs completely. His hard thick cock pulsed with his heartbeat, and Debbie just stared at it. “Oh Matt, it’s so big and beautiful! Can I… touch it…?” she asked staring at the throbbing cock.
“Sure, if you want,” Matt said and Debbie began to play with the large cock.
Debbie wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. She said he wasn’t even fully erect until she began playing with him. Then his cock began growing even larger. She began slowly pumping up and down his shaft as she felt him twitch and throb in her hand. The feeling was incredible! She slid her hand down his length and that’s when she saw his enormous testicles. “Oh my God Matt, your balls are so big!”
“I know, sometimes they are too big and get in the way,” he told her.
Debbie jacked his cock a few times feeling it getting thicker and harder with every stroke. Matthew closed his eyes moaning softly as she manipulated his growing cock. Very soon it was hard as steel and as big as it was going to get. He was larger than any cock she had ever seen including me. Debbie was quite aroused by this time as well apparently. She said that holding such a huge cock turned her on and before she even realized what she was doing she found herself wanting it desperately.
“Matthew… if you want… I’ll…” she couldn’t bring herself to say it – some part of her still knew she was cheating. But Matthew knew what she meant.
“You might as well suck it seeing as how you got it all worked up now!” he said smiling. She looked at the kind expression in his face and without thinking about it again she lowered her face into his lap.
Debbie said Matthew’s cock had a masculine body smell, a musky aroma that she really liked.
Debbie told me it was more difficult to take Mike in her mouth than with me because he was longer and wider, but in seconds, she was moaning and going crazy with his cock in her mouth. “Oh baby, you are amazing! Don’t ever stop!” he told her. Debbie said she could only moan her approval around the massive cock stuffed in her mouth. She wasn’t about to stop. She wanted to stay this way forever.
Debbie was in heaven as she bobbed up and down on the huge cock. She tried stuffing more and more into her mouth until she reached the point of nearly gagging. And still she had more to go! She licked and tongued his entire shaft and even sucked his enormous balls into her mouth, one at a time, to give them some proper loving.
Matthew was loving every bit of her attentions too, moaning and groaning his pleasures. He began to squirm slowly at first but quickly becoming more desperate. Debbie knew he was only moments from his orgasm and she began sucking faster and harder to draw it out of him.
“I’m going to cum, baby! Where do you want it? I’m so close…” he asked.
Debbie popped him out of her mouth only long enough to say, “In my mouth! Cum in my mouth baby – I want to taste you!” and she wolfed him back into her warm, wet mouth.
Seconds later she felt his cock pulse and he groaned “Ohhhhyessss!!” Matthew was bigger and longer than what she was used to, so to keep from choking, she could only put the head in her mouth and jack him off with her hand. With her other hand she massaged his heavy balls, coaxing them to release their precious load.
She said she felt the first spurt of his cum on her tongue and was amazed at the force of his ejaculation. As he emptied his nuts into her mouth, Debbie said she had a tremendous orgasm herself, shaking and writhing so hard she had trouble keeping him in her mouth! She told me the sense of excitement didn’t leave her either for a several minutes. She was shaking, moaning, tingling, her throat was warm, and her pussy was soaking wet.
“Damn Debbie, you are one great cocksucker!” Matthew told her. She smiled and gently sucked and licked his cock until it went soft.
“I’ll take that as a compliment. You sure came a lot, Matt – think you can do it again?” she asked him.
“Sure, give me about 10 minutes!” he replied.
Debbie told me she was on fire and worried that her craving was sick and twisted. But as Matthew pulled up his pants and tucked his limp snake behind the zipper – she then said she didn’t care. She was having the time of her life.
“Okay, I’m going to hold you to that, lover!” she said.
Debbie got them both a couple beers and they sat and talked for a few minutes until Debbie got impatient. She was ready to play some more. “It’s showtime, stud!” she announced.
Matthew stood up and pulled her up off the couch and into his arms. He swept her up in his strong arms and carried her into the bedroom. Setting her down on the ground he said “I want you completely naked, so take off everything!” He was taking control now and, he was going to make her suffer a little.
He sat on the edge of the bed as she slowly undressed. Debbie always did like to make a show of it – she knew how to tease. She slowly undressed in front of him giving him just enough of a view to hold his attention without revealing everything too fast. Eventually though she stood before him naked.
“My God, you are beautiful…” he said as he looked at her for the first time, completely exposed. And Debbie was a knockout, too. A lot of heads turned whenever we entered a room.
“Thank you,” she said blushing. Debbie was a gorgeous woman, but she had a hard time with compliments sometimes. Even as long as we have been married now, I can still make her blush quite easily. Personally, I think it’s charming.
Debbie told me he reached out and pulled her close. He was at just the right height to admire her firm, well-rounded breasts and he did just that. He held her in his arms with her wrists behind her back and he fastened his mouth over one nipple, sucking it in and capturing it gently with his teeth. He sucked and licked the hard nub as Debbie moaned with delight. Debbie has very sensitive nipples and it is a weakness of hers – just lick and suck on her nipples a bit and she is yours to do with whatever you wish! Matthew quickly found this out and began exploiting this vulnerability.
With her arms pinned behind her, Debbie wriggled and struggled but she couldn’t get away – not that she was really trying, she just liked the fact that he had her securely in his grasp. He held her as he feasted on her tits alternating from one to the other as Debbie moaned and tossed her head back.
Debbie’s pussy was dripping and she wanted him to take her. She wanted that cock of his buried deep inside her. She ached for him to fill her and stretch her pussy wide.
“Oh God Matthew, fuck me! I need you to fuck me right now! Please, please shove your cock in my pussy! I need you now!” she begged.
“Not just yet! I have something else in mind first!” he said. And with that he tossed Debbie onto the bed on her back. Debbie automatically threw her legs wide apart, and he grabbed her ankles and lifted them up over her head. She grabbed her ankles from him and spread her legs as wide as she could get them, opening herself up and offering her dripping pussy to him unhampered.
Matthew took the invitation instantly positioning his face between her spread thighs and mere inches above her drooling slit. Debbie watched through lust-clouded eyes as he inhaled her musky aroma and examined her thick swollen lips. Debbie had recently taken to trimming her brown fur into a small triangle starting just above the clithood and going up to just below her panty waistline. It was narrow enough that even with her skimpiest panties, she looked as if she was totally shaved.
Matthew fingered her pussy lips tracing along the glistening slit and circling around the outside edge of the puffy lips, not entering her just yet. He wanted to tease her a bit and heighten her arousal before giving her that pleasure. And according to Debbie, he was doing a bang-up job of it. She said he nearly drove her crazy with his feather-light touch and his intentional avoidance of the places she so wanted him to go.
“Please, baby, please fuck me! I need you. I want to feel your thick, fat cock inside me! Pleeease!” she whimpered, sounding a lot like a little girl wanting a puppy.
“Not yet… I’m not ready for that just yet…” he said again. She groaned her disappointment but that disappointment turned to absolute bliss when he fastened his mouth over her leaking pussy and his tongued snaked its way deep inside her.
“OHMYGOD!” she squealed as she felt his tongue burrowing into her, squirming and moving around to find every drop of her sweet nectar it could find. That tongue felt like a crazed snake inside her, moving around, twisting and seeking out every fold and wrinkle where a treasure might lay. Debbie raised her ass up off the bed and grabbed the back of his head, forcing him down on her pussy harder. He used the opportunity to place his hands on her ass and sink his strong fingers deep into the pale creamy flesh.
As Debbie squirmed and twisted and bucked under Matthew’s torment, she moaned and whimpered her utter happiness. His mouth stayed fastened to her quivering pussy as if it had been glued to it despite every attempt she made to get free of the demon tormenting her. She clawed at the bed and at her tits as her arousal grew to unbearable heights. She had never felt anything as incredible as Matthew’s talented tongue, and it wasn’t long before her lust had brought her to the edge of a tremendous orgasm.
“Oh God Matt! I’m cumming baby! Please make me cum… please, please, please!” She cried. Debbie had no more got the last please out when she tumbled headlong over the edge of her abyss. With a long lustful wail her dam broke and her pussy flowed like a rushing river.
“OHHHHHFUUUCCCKKK!!” she wailed as she came harder than she remembered cumming in a very long time. Whether it was because it was someone new, or because it was naughty, she didn’t know. All she knew was she had never felt such incredible sensations like that before. It seemed like her whole world had come apart in a swirling explosion of lights inside her head.
Debbie said it seemed like ages before she came down and was in her right mind again. She lay there panting and moaning as Matthew watched her. When he saw she was coming back (but not completely there yet) he grabbed her ankles and spun her around pulling her headfirst towards him until her head hung off the end of the bed, upside down.
He took her head in his hands and said “Now I’m going to fuck your throat.” He shoved his still hard cock into her mouth and began using her mouth like a pussy. Fuck my throat, mister.” she told him. He taught her how to open her throat and get past her gag reflex to take his cock down her throat. She said it was the only way she could suck his entire length. She loved being able to shove his whole nine inches down her throat and feel his stomach press against her nose. She loved the way he made her feel cheap and slutty… something I had never done for her apparently.
As he fucked her throat, he also took advantage of her spread legs and wet sloppy pussy. He slapped her pussy with his hand, not hard at first but it made her moan loudly. At her next breath she told him to spank her pussy harder, so once he had shoved back down her throat, he did… slapping her pussy harder and multiple times. She went nuts! She grabbed his thighs and held on as he slapped her pussy, rapid-fire several times. That did it – she screamed out another orgasm around the cock in her mouth twisting her hips and flailing on the bed.
Matthew pulled out of her and spun her around again. Giving her pussy another swat, he pulled her to him and shoved his cock into her sopping pussy in one swift motion, burying the full length in her without pause. Debbie screamed as she was forced open and stretched wider than she had ever been before. Matthew sank his full length into her and once his balls slapped at her ass, he began pumping in and out. And from what Debbie said, he wasn’t being any too gentle either! But she loved every hard stroke and as he pounded into her, so hard he nearly knocked the wind out of her with each stroke, her mind shattered.
“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me Matt! Oh God harder! Fuck me harder dammit. Make me your whore!” she cried out as he split her pussy with his battering ram cock.
When Debbie told me this I was shocked – she wasn’t the type to talk dirty like that. In all the years I had known her she had never spoken like that no matter how much fun she was having with me. I can only surmise that because she was already cheating on me, it loosened up her morals further and allowed her to feel free to talk like that. It actually turned me on to hear that she could talk that way!
Matthew pounded away at her with his jackhammer cock until Debbie came once again, this time clinging to him and sobbing with joy into his shoulder. But Matthew was close to his own orgasm by now and as he felt her pussy walls clamping down on his cock, he thrust one more time deeper than ever and held himself there as his cock exploded inside her womb. Debbie felt him pulse and twitch as he fulled her pussy with his hot sticky cum.
After Debbie told me about her time with Matthew I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. Debbie, too, had a lusty look in her eye and when she saw the size of the bulge in my pants, she smiled and stood up. She took me by the hand she led me into the bedroom and proceed to show me all the things that she had learned – and she must have been an excellent student! I saw a side of my wife that night that I had never even dreamed was there! It was like she was a whole other person and this was our first time together. My sweet, shy, wife had become a real slut! I loved every bit of it too!
A few days later I came home from work to yet another surprise. Debbie was home but she had a visitor – it was Jenny, the girl I had caught my wife with that first night.
“Honey, you remember Jenny, don’t you?” she asked.
“Of course, I do,” I said. I gave a polite nod to Jenny.
“Well, Jenny and I have been talking, and I told her how you have changed your mind about my playing with others. Well, honey, long story short is that we would like to know if you would be interested in playing with us!”
“With you?” I asked.
“Yeah, both of us. I mean you have been so good about letting me have fun, I thought it might be fun to let you play too. And I know that a threesome with another guy might be awkward, so I thought this would be a good way to start,” she explained.
My wife wanted to have a threesome with me and her girlfriend! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing!
“Jenny, how do you feel about this?” I said, trying not to sound too excited.
“Well I’m okay with it if you two are…” she said.
“C’mon, sweetheart, it will be fun!” Debbie said. Well, I didn’t need much more convincing than that!
“All right, when do you want to do this?” I asked.
“Well, we were thinking this weekend. Maybe Friday night. We could go to dinner and get used to each other and then come back here and…” Debbie said.
“Is that okay with you Jenny?” I asked.
“Sure, I don’t have any plans this weekend,” she said.
This coming weekend was definitely looking up!
