Escaping Monogamy

[SlyDog969]

Escaping Monogamy

I know my wife Valerie's heart belongs to me, but her pussy prefers to shop around as if she were still single. Some nights when her inner slut takes over, she needs a man-whore not a husband to fill those special sexual needs and desires. An unknown partner in crime to help her explore those erotic whims and sexual perversions that a good wife can never talk about in a judgmental and condescending world.

Those nights when she can conceal her identity and become a self-indulged whore. To engage in a sexual tryst that will release her inner demons to play and stoke the flames of passion that she fears might have been lost with a fading youth or the complacency of everyday married life.

Familiarity breeds contempt or at least it almost always leaves me out of the running on those special nights. She barricades herself into a strict mindset not letting me take her to those new and different sexual places afraid of losing what she already has with a man that worships her or at least tolerates her many quirks.

That's alright she has set aside plenty of time and sexual needs for me to service after the fact. All the visual images of her indiscretions both real and imagined fuel my demons and primal instincts. When it is my turn to treat her like a filthy whore, I have enough pent-up resentment to make her appreciate me, her everyday man, and to take back my manhood that she temporarily discarded just for the fun of it.

My wife needs a man to be in control so that she can be totally out of control. A husband, a pimp, a male-dominant, a daddy figure, a rapist, a priest someone she can both love and despise and not feel guilty about it. No one man could ever be all those things. One man can never understand what she needs much less how to give her what she hungers for. An inflictor of both pleasure and pain knowing all her untold secrets some of which are still unknown even to her. That's why she cheats, why she explores outside our married life to find other men to fill in those missing pieces of who she is or who she could ascend to.

When her designated night of recreational whoring finally arrived. I both love and loathe it. I wish I could make her feel my emotions so she can enjoy her power as a sex-driven woman and understand how it can affect me. I want her to know and enjoy the effect her actions have on the man she left at home just as much as the man she goes off to explore sex with.

Valerie called a former lover she has been with in the past. She was too horny and didn't have the time or the patience to troll the bars and vet a new lover just for the evening. She met Jack online, he is about the same age as us, a bit of a narcissist but well-mannered. He usually wears a nice business suit claims to be divorced, likes a little seduction and foreplay, and is not afraid to try new stuff he also has a nice ass according to my wife.

The first two times Val met him was at a motel and the last time was here in our home about eight months ago. She nicknamed him "Jack the hammer" because of the enthusiasm he put into pounding her pussy the first two times. The last time at our house he was a little more subdued and intimated by the surroundings and the fact I was in the living room.

She liked the fact that he fucked her hard and held nothing back which was no doubt why he was her first choice for this evening. She needed it rough tonight to be put into a sexual comma that would make her forget herself and her problems for a few hours.

She needed to lose herself in the murky depths of another reality. To relinquish control and responsibility for her actions to escape from her self-doubts and insecurities, to be consumed by the thrill of being bad and being naughty.

Tonight, she needed an extreme mind fuck as much as a good pussy fucking. She said I am too much of a wife pleaser to awaken and service those sensual dreams and desires. She said I was too much like a TV rerun she had seen one too many times. She needed someone new and different who could bring lots of new kinky thoughts, ideas, and experiences to the party. Someone who could tempt her into being bad and doing shameful things that she might regret immediately afterward but would always look back on them and smile knowing she was a slut and she liked doing it.

We have the kind of marriage that needs to be shaken not stirred. One of the main reasons I love this lifestyle is the constant vicarious thrills I get from my wife's sex life with other men. I know I am married to the most incredibly beautiful, erotic, and desirable woman on the face of the planet, and I want other men to know it too, and most importantly for her to know it.

I love watching my wife with other men. I enjoy having a woman that other men want. When we were first married, I was very insecure and jealous and got bent out of shape if my wife even talked to another man. Gradually over the years I mellowed out and began fantasizing about watching her have sex with another man.

The idea of being there to witness the reality of the moment to experience the erotic torture of being just a few feet from my wife as she crosses the line with a lover other than me. Wanting to make my emotional investment into her adulteress’ acts, to absorb all the pain and pleasure our lifestyle can offer and bestow upon a poor corrupted soul like me.

Sometimes I get so totally obsessed with the whole idea of their illicit acts, the sexy touching, the slow passionate kisses, his cock in her mouth, seeing her open her legs to receive him, taking his manhood into her body, screwing him losing herself in the most intense climax imaginable.

Visualizing her then turning her head and making direct eye contact with me as he shoots his cum inside her with an impish smile that makes me want to shoot my wad. Mental images can drive a man crazy and control him like an addictive narcotic making him obsessed with getting his next fix and always wanting more.

When Valerie called Jack, he was still at work and seemed glad for the interruption and said that he would love the chance to see her again. They caught up briefly with some mild flirting and sexual innuendos then he said he would be here in an hour after he went home and showered. She offered him the chance to stay the night if he wanted, he was non-committal at this point and said they would play it by ear.

After filling the bathtub with warm water and some scented bath salts and securing a glass of white wine Valerie lowered herself into the tub and we both began the ritual of preparing her for sex with another man. She had already shaved her legs and her pussy this morning almost like a self-fulfilling prophecy knowing she was going to be entertaining an extramarital lover tonight.

I positioned myself on a padded stool next to the tub and began washing her with a washcloth taking extra time rubbing her breasts before moving down to her thighs making sure I dwelled at her pussy for a long while all the time enjoying the sight of her naked body and her facial expressions when I rubbed all the right spots. A woman's body has so much to offer with the visual images and the physical touching it can feed all your senses and get your juices flowing.

I asked if she wanted me there or out of the house tonight being less than subtle about my preferences. She smiled and indicated she would most definitely be open to a threesome if he was. Maybe some mixed drinks and some pot to lower everyone's inhibitions she suggested. I was just fine with watching and observing the festivities I confessed.

"Wanting to get your voyeur kink on?" she asked. "No problem just as long as you don't kill the mood. I will offer to make it worth his while if he goes along with it. Who knows maybe he likes having an audience especially if you tape it for him to watch later."

As Valerie continued to soak and drink away the time, we began exploring the different potential scenarios for the evening talking about her rape fantasy and how dominant Jack could be with the right encouragement.

She doesn't want or need another husband tonight; she already has one of those. What she needs is a man that will use her up sexually like something about to go bad and expire. A brute that will hurt her just enough to make her feel alive. A bad boy who will walk out the door and leave her used up but not wanting. A phantom lover that will disappear with the dawn but keep living on in her dreams and fantasies for many nights to come.

Sitting and talking with my wife about the man she is giving herself to tonight, realizing, accepting my role surrendering my wife to another man to fuck and make love to her is something I can't put my emotions into words. I know I am a sick puppy but God, I do love it. I do cherish the insight into her thoughts and sexual fantasies that she would never share with me in a traditional marriage.

Sometimes I like to think that the only reason Mona Lisa is smiling in that famous painting is that she just returned from a gang bang and is keeping that secret from her husband about how many men used her. At that moment I can see my wife in that painting with that same smile.

I continued lovingly bathing my beautiful wife for another ten minutes when we noticed the time. Valerie stepped out of the tub. I dried her off with a large soft heated velvet towel and led her into the bedroom. I was doing everything possible to pamper my goddess and to feed her anticipation of what the evening might bring.

Valerie proceeded over to her mahogany antique dressing table like a queen going to her throne and began applying her makeup. She began lightly powdering her face, applying her eye shadow, and puckering her lips for the red lipstick that she saves for special occasions like wrapping those luscious lips around another man's cock. She had the air of a famous actress preparing to go on stage and give a command performance that would leave the audience spellbound wanting more.

When she was satisfied with her reflection in the triple mirror, Valerie stood up to begin putting on her carefully selected clothes for the evening asking me to assist her as she dressed.

First Valerie put on her new black satin lace garter belt with red trim. When a married woman of questionable morals entertains a special man in her bed it requires new and very sexy lingerie not some leftovers from a previous sexual encounter with her husband. Tonight, needed to be a memorable occasion for her sake as well as his.

After stepping into the lace circle of the belt she pulled it up rotating it around her waist until it rested on her hips at the ideal location framing her butt and her pussy perfectly to draw a man's eyes and his attention to where he needed to spend some quality time.

Val then sat on the edge of the bed so that she could roll her stockings up those beautiful legs. As she finished each leg, she enjoyed stroking them savoring the look and feel of the sheer nylons on her long legs. When she was done, she stood up and I knelt beside her so that I could fasten the clasps of the garter to her stockings.

As I fastened the clasps I looked up at my wife's very sexy body. Her large round breasts were on full display swaying slightly above me drawing my concentration back and forth between the two body parts competing for my attention.

I inspected my dutiful handy work. The garter belt framed her legs and pussy like artwork hanging in a museum. When the last clasp was fastened, I leaned forward and gave each of her ass cheeks a light kiss.

Valerie looked down at me with a wicked smile as she pointed to her pussy indicating it too need my attention. I gave her clit several light kisses and then ran my tongue up and down the full length of her slit. Valerie gasped with pleasure then grabbed me by the hair before spreading her legs slightly wider and forcing my face deeper into her love crevice instructing me to continue with my tongue and to show a little more enthusiasm.

I looked up, her eyes were momentarily closed as I attempted to comply
with her commands alternating between flicking my tongue across her clit and plunging it deep into her pussy. Her soft moans and the pressing of her cunt into my face signaled her approval and appreciation of my efforts.

She suddenly realized her other man was on the way, and she needed to finish getting ready for him and then pushed me away. "You can finish this up when he is done with me," she said.

Next, I handed her the black sheer almost transparent new pair of panties. She slid them on over top of her garter and stockings explaining so she or her lover could easily take them off later in the evening.

I offered her the matching half-cup push-up bra we both decided showed off her tits the best. Valerie slid her arms through the straps, and I lovingly placed the cups over her nipples and fastened the clasp behind her back. Her ample breasts poured over the edges of the bra. This was a bra designed for the sole purpose of creating cleavage and it was very successful for a woman with large perfectly shaped breasts, to begin with.

She turned to the mirror. She couldn't help but smile. "God damn my tits do look good, I really should be doing porn and showing them off."

The final piece of her ensemble was a pair of 5-inch black satin stiletto high heels with red soles on the bottom designed to make his cock grow, throb, and do anything she wanted.

She looked at herself in the tall, full-length mirror again and smoothed her hands along her nicely tanned stomach as she turned from side to side, reviewing herself in the new outfit. She looked like a hooker or a porn star the kind of hot sexy woman every man fantasizes about. Just to be in her presence at that moment was an incredible turn-on I could hardly wait for the action to begin.

Valerie then turned and began moving towards me like a dangerous animal stalking her prey. She deliberately forced me to make eye contact with her as she proceeded to move in my direction making very slow deliberate steps, working those stiletto heels placing one foot before the other with a slight dramatic pause of each step before continuing with the next. Her hip movement combined with the sight of those nylon-clad legs was making me crazy and causing a stirring in my lower extremities.

She suddenly halted her approach just slightly out of my reach, then stepped out to one side with her legs spread apart like a poster of a Fem-Fatale from a spy movie she lifted her breast in each hand and interrogated me in a stern and demanding voice "What do you think, will this outfit get another man's dick hard or not?".

I was suddenly a helpless mute; all I could do was nod and make a high-pitched sound to show my approval. Satisfied she had achieved the desired effect she turned and walked away no longer acknowledging my presence in her world.

Valerie then slipped on a very short black satin robe with red and gold oriental designs and tied it with a sash around the waist. She wanted to hide her well-crafted outfit until the proper moment of unveiling creating the desired sexual shock and awe effect.

She planned to use the robe to do a little flashing and teasing to build up a modest amount of sexual tension and make Jack appreciate what he is about to receive. Using the robe like a matador uses a red cape to antagonize a bull and make it charge and chase them around the ring.

The headlights of Jack's car pulling into the driveway signaled his arrival like the opening curtain of a live performance at an old-time opera house. We had already decided I should let him in and offer him a drink in the living room before Valerie made her grand entrance like the incredible drama queen that she truly is.

Jack was a little surprised when I opened the door, but I greeted him like an old drinking buddy and that seemed to put him at ease. He appeared to be decidedly more relaxed with me this time I could tell he had already had a couple of drinks. I offered up another round of liquid courage for both of us then we sat down and made some small talk about the traffic on the way over.

Since Valerie must always be the center of attention, it wasn't long before she made her grand entrance. Walking down a dimly lit hallway like a deva in the movies gliding down a staircase with all eyes watching her Valerie immediately took command of the room.

Jack stood up and gave her a light kiss. "It's good to see you again," he said. "How have you been?" he asked. "You look really good. I have been thinking about you a lot and looking forward to getting together again."

Valerie smiled with an impish grin, "That's good because I am looking forward to testing just how much you missed me." She said as she pushed her body tight up against his and she slowly ground up against his crotch. " I may need to give you a little quiz on the subject and measure the results." There was a momentary silence with some eye contact and facial expressions hinting at the explosive sexual hunger that was building up between them.

I do like to watch Valerie get into another man's head. My wife is so incredibly sexy when she is in control. To watch her turn his raging lust up and down like the heat on a stove, keeping that pot boiling but never letting it overflow.

I excused myself and retreated to the dimly lit family room to give them more privacy but could still enjoy her performance without making them self-conscious with my presence.

Valerie then stepped back and untied the sash on her robe and held it open to give him a good look at her outfit letting it hang open by itself giving his eyes and hands full access to her sexy body underneath. "Worth coming over for?" She asked.

He smiled slipping his hands under her robe and gently sliding it off her shoulder allowing it to slide down her body before slowly floating down to the floor.

Jack enjoyed the view for a few seconds before moving up against her body placing one hand on the back of her neck and pulling her in for a long passionate kiss. He ran his hands over her body, touching and caressing her gently. Val lifted her face, in turn, to kiss and be kissed.

They became more intimate, him touching her breasts and her pussy mound still hidden inside her sheer panties. Jack stroked her body around and around, kissing and nibbling on her making her purr and crave his every touch.

Valerie then reached her right hand up caressing his face while reaching down with her other hand claiming ownership of his bulging groin and then slowly pulling his zipper down slipping her hand into his pants. She watched his reaction as she playfully squeezed his manhood. "Do have something in there for me?" she asked.

"Let me see. Oh Yes, nasty boy, I know what you want." She smirked. "Yes, you're growing a boner in those pants just for me, aren't you?"

"Goodness, it's nice and hard too. I think you are almost ready to give me a good fucking with that big thing. I hope you brought along lots of good quality sauce to go along with that big hot dog."

"Oh, yes I have something in there for you" He smiled.

Jack started to unbutton the top buttons of his shirt when Valerie seized his wrist. She leaned in and whispered into his ear. "Don't spoil my fun. I like undressing my man and then letting him undress me." She smiled.

"When I am done with you, then you will get your turn. If you do it wrong, I will punish you. If you do it right, I will punish even better." She grinned.

"I like a man taking my clothes off very slowly, deliberately removing each piece and savoring it until I tell him to rip it off and devour me like an animal in the jungle." She explained. "But before I let you do that; I need to have my fun unwrapping your body to see if your cock is still as big as I remember it."

Valerie then began slowly very methodically uncoupling each button on his shirt working her way down to the last bottom button which was still tucked into his pants.

She pulled open his shirt wide exposing its' contents like the opening of the doors of a kitchen pantry where all the goodies and snack foods are hidden. She ran her fingers across his chest rubbing his pecks and lightly teasing his nipples. She then slipped his shirt over his shoulders pulled it off and tossed it onto a nearby chair.

His shirtless physique made her smile, and she gave him a quick teasing kiss before unbuckling his pants and then releasing the master snap holding his pants up. She grabbed each side of his pants while dropping to her knees bringing his pants down to the floor with her.

With his pants now down around his ankles Jack then slipped off his sandals and then his pants. Jack was now clad in only a pair of light blue silk boxer shorts which shined and reflected the light of the nearby table lamp.

Valerie was on her knees gazing straight at his crotch and began rubbing and kissing his love stick through the silk material like the big bad wolf knocking at the door wanting to get in. She tolerated the mystery of not seeing his penis for only a few short seconds before she pulled down his shorts and tossed them to the side and introduced herself to his raging manhood.

It was a nice cock, just as she remembered it, nice and big and just a little bit intimidating. Valerie was kneeling at his side with one hand on his ass cheek and the other holding his cock proudly displaying it with her other hand completely memorized and lost in the sight of it.

Strange cocks are always a thing of wonder to Valerie, she enjoyed exploring the size and shape of it, observing it from the side at first touching the circumcised tip with her finger not thinking about what it was attached to.

She moaned with a sigh of approval before turning in my direction still observing from the shadows then wickedly smiling at me and showing me what my competition was for the evening. Taunting me and having another man’s cock at her beck and call was a perfect world in her mind.

Valerie stood up and grabbed Jack's hard man pole like the handlebars of a Harley Davidson motorcycle that she had just mounted and was getting ready to ride. She then led him down the darkened hallway to our master bedroom still holding on to his penis like the steering rudder of a sailboat that she was guiding into its berth.

She pulled Jack into the bedroom filled with our wedding pictures and various reminders of our normally vanilla married life purposely leaving the door open nice and wide. I followed quietly behind a few moments later leaning up against the opposite wall of the hallway just outside the door partially concealed in the shadows.

The seduction and erotic foreplay were already in full swing by the time I arrived. This was going to be a live sex show taking place right in my marital bed chambers. There was something incredibly voyeuristic about it and I love it.

I was getting pretty turned on watching and waiting to see my wife as the center of another man's porn fantasy unfolding before my eyes. Since Jack was a repeat offender in our marital bed, he seemed quite content playing his part with his full and undivided attention focused on Val and not at all timid about his situation.

"Are you ready to give this bad girl what she needs?" Valerie inquired.

Jack just smiled and nodded his concurrence.

"Good then let the fun begin," Valerie declared.

Suddenly Val began teasing and tormenting Jack mercilessly, spreading her legs, and then her pussy lips with her fingers and showing him how wet she was. At the same time, she began verbally taunting him questioning his manhood and threatening to bring in another lover to finish the job because he wasn't big enough.

Valerie suddenly dropped to her knees and plunged his cock deep in her mouth almost gaging on the size. Then, with a crafty grin, she took his balls deep down her throat, she made it her purpose to make sure his cock was as large and hard as possible so he could fuck her pussy the way she required.

As soon as Jack's penis became perfectly enlarged, Valerie stood up and turned around, pushing him backward not letting go of that well-earned erection she had created. They were both now facing the full-length mirror.

He reached around and grabbed her tits roughly and started kissing her neck as he moved his right hand to her pussy and made sure to rub her clit hard while whispering strange sounds into her ear. The uncontrolled smile on her face left no doubt she enjoyed what she was hearing.

Val slithered her sheer panties down her legs and tossed them onto the nearby dressing table. Jack took the hint and began kissing down towards her muff garden impatiently awaiting his arrival.

Valerie brought her hand down between her legs and began to rub her clitoris as he tongued her slit. She then gradually opened her cunt with her wedding ring finger using the ring like a stage prop magnifying just how dirty and forbidden their adulterous act was.

She was gasping for breath as her fingers and his tongue began sending her on her way to a higher level of excitement. His tongue was now jamming into her gash as far as it would go.

"Oh...shit you fucker" she sighed, with her pussy on fire. He licked up and down her pussy, running his tongue around the entrance to her cunt. Her entire body was pulsating wracked with an electric sensation. Jack then stepped back.

As she recovered, gasping for breath Val cursed him under her breath for leaving her hanging like that. He stood up in front of her, his cock now harder than ever. He ran the tip of his cock down her opening, Valerie stood in front of him, heart pounding, her pussy quivering.

Jack stood there laughing like an African Hyena. "Screw you bitch. I will fuck you when I am damn good and ready and not before."

That was all it took to push a control freak like my wife over the edge. Valerie lunged at him, and they collapsed onto the bed, kissing, grabbing, groping, pinching, and becoming a tangled mass of naked flesh.

Her inflamed rage slowly, diminished as Jack proceeded to tease and torment her body with kisses up and down the various parts of her frame. Jack pinned her to the mattress his mouth and hands wandering over her outstretched physique with an occasional love slap on her tits.

Watching my lovely wife willing to be used as the property of another man. The image of her stocking-clad legs spread widely inviting him in, lying on her back and preparing herself for his penetration. Seeing her arousal, eagerly prepared to surrender her body to her violator without any hesitation. I could barely contain myself. It was pure torture for me to stand in the shadows watching their unbridled lust.

Valerie spun around and sat up on the edge of the bed, spreading her sexy legs wide for him, the lips of her pussy were quivering in anticipation, she leaned back on her hands with that look of sexual hunger in her eyes that no man could resist.

Valerie watched him stand up before her, his cock offered up ready for action. She grabbed his dick in one hand and placed it at the entrance to her pleasure doorway.

Val then began sliding his cock head up and down her pussy and clit and then pressed the tip of his cock inside of her.

She scooted her body a little closer and slowly steered his cock deeper into her opening. She began to pump back and forth, causing his man tool to go deeper with each oscillating movement of her body moving forward and back pushing him further into the depths of her womb with each stroke.

Valerie instructed in a low sultry voice. "Don't cum inside, not yet. I want that sperm but not until you service my pussy. I plan to make you work for it. Then you can plant it deep."

Jack was moaning wildly in response to her demands looking both eager and frustrated. Valerie pumped back and forth for the next five minutes. Soon after that, his cock was on fire, and his balls swirling in expectation of being given a release. Jack was panting like an overheated dog as her pussy kept working its erotic magic on both his penis and his brain.

Being a silent observer at that moment was incredibly hot. The heightened emotions watching another man's cock sliding in and out of my wife's pussy. Hearing her cries of pleasure, urging him to fuck her harder.

You notice all the little things (expressions, motions, etc.) things that you can't see when you're the one fucking her. When you don't have to worry about your performance you can enjoy watching hers.

Positioning himself up on the bed between her legs Jack pulled at Valerie's calves wrapping her legs around his waist and ramming into her hard, the warmth of her vagina immediately engulfing his entire organ.

Val was shaking and thrusting her hips against him trying to urge him to go deeper inside her, he kissed her, and Valerie moaned. "Please."

"Please what?" he demanded. "Tell me what you want."

Valerie whined and pushed her hips up in the air trying to meld her body into his.

"I want you to fuck me." Her voice was filled with quiet desperation.

"How do you want me to fuck you?" He pushed a couple more inches into her and she practically sobbed as he stretched her.

"I want you to fuck me hard. Make me cum, make me scream. Own me. Own my pussy"

He smiled and curled his fingers around her throat and kissed her hard. "You do fuck good you filthy little bitch. I am going to make you howl and work for your supper."

He kept up this rhythm and Valerie cried out each time he bottomed out inside her.

Slamming his hips forward Jack embedded himself inside her and she yelled out throwing her head back her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her. Val was holding onto those sheets like she was riding a magic carpet up above the clouds and terrified of falling back to earth if she let go.

Witnessing from the shadows I was enthralled seeing my wife impaled on another penis. I recognized exactly what he was feeling at that moment, reliving some of my favorite sexual memories back when our relationship was still new, and we had that same unbridled passion in our sex life.

His huge cock entered and stretched her cunt widely with each determined thrust making her grunt and moan with an occasional stifled sob escaping from her lips.

"I want to hear you scream," Jack demanded.

"Not until fuck me harder." She retorted sarcastically. She smiled knowing exactly what he wanted to hear but she wasn’t going to give it to him that easily.

My wife has always been a vocal slut in the sack. I love hearing her "let go" and visualizing what I'm hearing, listening to the headboard of my marital bed banging rhythmically against the wall between muffled kisses, moans, and screams. It is truly a sexual symphony and this time I was there to experience it and drink it all in.

Jack growled as he pounded into her, slamming his hips brutally into her body
feeling the tight walls of her pussy gripping his cock, milking the thick length of his manhood demanding to get every drop of his seed.

A scream exploded from her throat while she was griping his hair and urging him on. "Harder." She begged as he slammed into her rolling and twisting his hips as she scraped her nails across his back leaving deep marks and making him gasp and call her filthy names.

"Faster." She screamed. Val kept coaxing him, "Come on, baby. Fuck me. That's it. Fuck my pussy. Fuck it hard."

His dick was now pushing deep, pounding into her as if he had to cum inside her pussy or die trying. Desperately he kept thrusting, and she would yell and push back slamming her body even harder into him. She screamed and tensed under him as he hammered away into her exposed body her breasts jiggling back and forth like a plate of gelatin shifting from side to side with each determined thrust.

Valerie cried out in high pitch squeals with an occasional grunt as he plunged his tool into her again and again.

"Give it to me..." she ordered in a ragged pleading voice.

His thrusts grew harder, deeper, and more intense. Valerie cried out screaming. "Oh yes, more baby, give it to me."

I could tell Jack was getting ready to cum. He had that look, the tensing of his thighs, his groans, his rapid breathing. All those things that tell when a man is nearly there, just a few more strokes and he would go over the edge and explode like a volcano.

As if on cue, Valerie announced her orgasm and was getting ready to overtake her too.

She cried out loudly consumed by her pending climax now nearly upon her.

"Cum for me, let me feel you inside me, baby." Valerie pleaded.

"You want me to cum in you?"

"Yes..." she hissed like a rattlesnake coiled up and ready to strike. Her body was on the edge, quivering ready to detonate like a ticking bomb she had no control over what was to happen next and no desire to stop it.

Her words forced Jack over the edge. He could hold it off no longer. He closed his eyes and suddenly I saw a burst of orgasmic glory begin to wash over his entire body.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck...I'm cumming! I'm cumming hard," He howled.

After one final great thrust, his movements came to an abrupt halt and he was frozen in place, every muscle in his body tensed up and he became a naked statue with his body encased in hers. His heavy breathing slowly transitioned into a light panting and then that look of pain on his face became one of bliss with a smile of utter contentment.

The moment was magical to watch and replay over and over in my head. The thought of his sperm shooting into my wife at that moment was like the music from the final scene of an opera blaring in my brain. The glorious finale and a happy ending with everyone applauding and giving a standing ovation.

Another half minute of intense groaning passed before Valerie realized it was all over. She allowed her body to go limp and began relaxing her grip to more of a light embrace.

Jack collapsed against her breathing heavily before rolling over and staring at the ceiling as they lay there in silence naked and exhausted.

The show was over and strangely enough, I suddenly felt I was intruding and invading their privacy. I felt a little cheap and dirty for spying on them like a pervert but then again, I did enjoy the hell out of watching them.

I was emotionally exhausted, so I discretely slipped away from the scene of the crime. I retired to the living room and poured myself a large glass of cheap whiskey and then plopped down on the couch after clearing away some of his clothes and hers off to the side.

Valerie came out a few moments later picking up her black satin robe from the floor slipping it on then calmly sitting down next to me and softly asking me to pour her a glass of wine.

There was a long silence as we both sipped our drinks. She was physically exhausted, and I was emotionally shell-shocked. No words were said, many words were thought but they were better left unsaid. We both just sat there drinking and staring at a blank TV screen on the other side of the room like we were watching a show.

Jack came out and began retrieving various articles of his clothing scattered around the room. The place looked like a storm scene with debris hanging from the furniture and intimate appeal strewn in all directions.

As Jack was getting dressed and ready to leave, he began telling Valerie how beautiful she was and then blatantly inquiring when she would like to do this again.

Val was very coy and teasing with her response not saying yes and not saying no, leaving him guessing. "I’ll text you, OK?"

A slight surge of jealousy took over in my brain at the thought of my wife already considering more adulteress sex with him while his sperm was still oozing from her married pussy and me sitting there in the same room.

That self-righteous indignation faded away almost as quickly as it appeared. It was quickly pushed from my thoughts by the mental images of my wife impaling herself on another man's cock.

Watching her being taken by another man in such an erotic way defies any logical explanation I just know that I did truly enjoy it! Her beauty and her lust for his penis - a stunning scene that subdued the savage beast of jealousy in my subconscious.

After he left, Valerie slowly drank down her glass of wine and then said that she needed to wash up. She wasn’t in the shower long then returned and joined me on the couch wearing her everyday bathrobe and a towel around her head.

"Please don't take this wrong babe." she said "But I think I want to see Jack again."

I love Valerie, and I knew she loves me. We had played this game before, like an emotional yo-yo going up and down the rabbit hole of promiscuity.

"Okay," I said, "But you know that it is going to cost you?"

"I know baby" she smirked. When she uses her pussy to pleasure another man, I am required to punish her. It is the dynamic that makes our marriage work.

We finished our drinks, then I turned off the lights and we quietly strolled down the hall to the master bedroom. The smell of sex was still in the air the cum stain sheets evidence of her crimes against her wedding vows and an affront to my manhood. The symbolism of it did not affect her as she pulled the top sheet from the floor back onto the bed.

She got in bed and covered up. I got in bed next to her and pressed myself up against her back. We spooned like that until we fell asleep.

When morning came, I woke up to the feeling of Valerie stroking my dick. She made me hard with very little effort. I rolled over and mounted her and began performing my husbandly duties, pumping away at her pussy.

While I was thrusting deep inside her cunt it excited me to think about the night before. The mental record of every scene of our in-home fuck-fest replaying over and over in my mind. At that moment I was fucking another man's whore, not my wife. He brought out the slut in her and now I was taking my turn using her for sex.

I know Valerie had those same memories locked away in her psyche too.
The look on her face and in her eyes, she was a different person and so was I for those few brief moments.

Later that afternoon she enjoyed boasting about her orgasms with Jack and taunting me with every little detail, exaggerating some oversized details about his manhood compared to mine just to tease my male ego.

I accept that I'll never know every single little detail about what she thought or felt. That suits me fine. That bit of sexual mystery is a great aphrodisiac for both of us.

Today we will rest and recover. Tonight, we will get dressed up like a normal married couple on a date night and go out for a nice dinner. Tomorrow I will reclaim my woman, my wife, and my manhood. Then in a few more days, we'll start talking about doing it all over again reviewing her potential candidates for her next big scandalous adventure.

[shamed411bee]

Excellent!!

[OOAA]

HOT story!!!!!!!

[mundyman]

Great story. Let’s hear more about this deviously naughty hotwife.there needs to be another chapter.

[Chrislydi]

Nice story, she seemed like an actress playing the part and saying the right things in the right places but hey it did the trick and everyone was happy.

Chris

[SimpleEnigma]

Absolutely stupendous. Had Lauren cumming faster than a favored pony at the races. Well done!