My Wife's Seduction

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My Wife's Seduction

Wilson Little

Jennie and I liked to go dancing at one of the many clubs in the city. We followed a fairly normal suburban lifestyle in one of the city's northern suburbs, but on the weekends, we would go to one of the many clubs scattered throughout the city. Our usual modus operandi was for Jennie to dance and play with some of the unattached males, and then once we were both worked up by her groping and fondling escapades, we would go home and have a private fuckfest.

We had met in college at a party and just hit it off immediately. We talked for hours and then we went to her place and fucked for hours. We just knew we were meant for each other and never looked back. She started hanging at my place and after about six weeks she moved in with me. Six months later I proposed and at the end of our junior years we got married. Our parents had agreed to support us through the first year of marriage and final year of college.

We both got jobs in the city, with public accounting firms, and studied hard in order to pass the exams to become Certified Public Accountants. We both passed in the first year. After three years with our public accounting firms, we both became Senior Accountants.

Jennie and I decided it was time to start our family. Soon, Nelson was on the way. Instead of returning to work from maternity leave we decided that we could afford for Jennie to become a stay-at-home mom. Two years later Annie was born, and we decided that our family was complete when Eric was born after two more years.

Jennie Osterholm

I still don't know what happened when I met Wilson. We just clicked. We talked for hours and afterward, we went to his place and fucked for hours. Nothing like Wilson had ever happened to me before. The next few weeks we spent almost every night together, sometimes at the apartment he shared with two other guys, sometimes at the apartment I shared with my bestie. After about six weeks we moved in together. A few months later he proposed, and the summer before our senior year, we got married. After graduation, we got jobs in the city, and both of us worked for three years to save for a down payment on a house. We got the five-bedroom home of our dreams, and I became a stay-at-home mom as over the next six years, Nelson, Annie, and Eric joined our happy family. I loved Wilson and I loved our children.

As Wilson and I approached our mid-thirties, we got a little kinky. We enjoyed going to clubs, where I would wind up one or more unattached guys. When Wilson and I were both sufficiently aroused, we would go home and often fuck each other silly until streaks of dawn were in the sky. It was a lot of fun. As time went by, we got naughtier and naughtier. Sometimes I would go to the tavern or club's parking lot and give a guy a hand job before saying good night and then rejoining my darling Wilson for the night's main event.

Wilson

After Eric's birth, Jennie and I got more serious about partying as we entered our mid-thirties. After each pregnancy Jennie conscientiously attended fitness centers with childcare and seemed to recover from each pregnancy looking better than before. We got wilder and wilder as we got older going to meat market bars and clubs although we left it at dancing and flirting until one night at the Pink Rabbit Club.

We had heard about the Pink Rabbit Club for several years before going there. It was on the south side of the downtown area which was different from the north side. In particular the bars and clubs stayed open later and had more exotic entertainment. These bars and clubs generally had a more diverse clientele than the night spots on the north side.

We got there a little after eight. There wasn't a large clientele. A few couples and a few small groups mostly of only one sex. They advertised live music, but the band wouldn't start playing until ten. Although there was recorded music, there wasn't much dancing. People seemed mostly intent on getting their groove on before the band started. I danced one dance with Jennie, and an apparently younger guy danced one dance with Jennie, but mainly we just nursed our drinks and chatted about the happenings of the last week. Shortly before ten the band showed up and started tuning their instruments. Then the floodgates opened and there was a steady stream of people coming through both the front door which faced the street and the back door which provided access from the parking lot.

As soon as the band started playing, a large black guy came to our table and asked if he could dance with my lady. I nodded yes, and Jennie rose and took his hand, and it seemed finally things were starting to happen. A pattern soon developed. There was a table of five large black guys and they took turns continuously dancing with Jennie. By the fourth or fifth dance I was getting a little concerned. Then the first guy started dancing with her for his second turn. He started making a move that I had never seen before. He would lift her up a foot or two over his head and then slide her down his body. I noticed that her genitals were rubbing against his and her boobs against his chest each time she slid down. I sensed that she was getting dangerously aroused. During his second dance with her he would only lift her up a foot or less. After the two dances, he took her back to his table and sat her on his lap. I got up and went over to the table which only had five chairs, which I guess was the excuse for her sitting on his lap.

I didn't know what I was going to say, as Jennie seemed to be feeling no pain. She seemed quite comfortable with the seating arrangements. The big guy asked, "Are you Jennie's husband?"

I replied, "Yes."

He responded, "I'm Alvin. Most people call me big Al, or just plain Al. What's your name?"

I answered, "Wilson."

He took his large right hand which had been fondling one of Jennie's breasts and extended it to me. Reluctantly, but politely, I shook it. He had a firm handshake. At least he didn't try to make it a contest of strength, which I'm sure he would have easily won. "Pleased to meet you," I said politely.

He then said, "Jason, get Wilson a chair."

I spoke to Jennie, "Are you about ready to go?"

She looked me almost directly in the eye, "These guys are fun. Let's stay a while."

Al quickly interjected, "What are you drinking, Buddy?"

I replied, "Just a draught. I'm driving."

Al spoke to Sammy, "You heard the man. Get him a draught!"

Jason returned with a chair for me. I sat down. Al introduced his posse. "This is Jason who just brought the chair. Sammy is getting your drink. These fellows are Jimmy and Jeff." We acknowledged each other and then Jimmy and Jeff both got up to dance with Jennie.

She couldn't decide which one to pick so both escorted her to the dance floor. I watched the first one and then the other dance with her. When the second song began, they sandwiched her in between them and pulled her skirt up enough for me to realize that she no longer had her panties on. The dance devolved into them alternately hunching her. They were holding her up off the floor and double penetrating her in the middle of the dance floor.

I started to get up to rescue her, but Al grabbed my arm, "They're just having some fun. It's okay." My mind was saying, 'Not OK!', but also, she seemed to be enjoying herself, just as much if not more than the guys. If the bouncers didn't care what was going on, who was I to say anything since it appeared to be three consenting adults. The tempo of their alternating thrusts picked up as Jennie kissed Jimmy. They were dancing to their own music now. I had no problem seeing them as it seemed the other dancers were giving them a wide berth, even though their eyes were watching every move. Just as the song ended, Jenny seemed to slump against Jimmy as Jimmy and Jeff's hips convulsed. The two of them had just fucked my wife in the middle of the dance floor. This was far beyond the flirting and groping that we had gotten off to in the past. My only consolation was knowing that Jennie was on the pill.

I rose to take control of the situation, but Jason and Sammy were already meeting the three lovers on the dance floor. I thought they were going to assist Jennie back to the table, but instead as the music of the next song began, Jason and Sammy replaced Jimmy and Jeff, holding Jennie above the dance floor, so that they could enter her well-lubricated orifices. It was clear that they were giving her more of the same. Again, they seemed to be listening to their own music. Al pulled me back into my chair. I didn't resist because I was in shock at what I was seeing on the dance floor. Apparently, sex in the middle of the dance floor was well within the rules of the Pink Rabbit Club. Jennie was enthusiastically kissing Jason, so she seemed okay with what was going on. The big difference between this and the previous dance was that Jennie's naked legs were wrapped around Jason's waist. It was clear that she was totally on board with what was happening to her. This time, they all seemed to cum before the song was over. Jason and Sammy were helping Jennie, not back to the table, but toward the back door.

As I stood to follow them, Al grabbed me by the arm, "Everything's fine. Come with me." Jason and Jeff led our way to the parking lot following in Jason, Sammy, and Jennie's footsteps. I had brought Jennie's purse with me and Al instructed me. "Give me her phone. She'll need it to call you. He handed me Jennie's panties. Follow us so you'll know where to pick her up in the morning. He then joined the other five, including my Jennie, in a gold Escalade. As I numbly started our car to follow the Escalade, I recognized four heads seated in the SUV, with Jason driving. I didn't see Jennie or Al's head. After about a twenty-minute drive we arrived at a large house in a large yard. There were several cars parked in the driveway and on the yard. Al came out on one side of the SUV carrying Jennie's dress. I watched the other four guys escort my wife into the house, nude except for her pull-ups and shoes.

Al explained, "Here's your wife's dress. She won't be needing it tonight, but you should bring something for her to wear when you come to pick her up tomorrow." He shook my numb hand, attached to my numb arm and numb body. "We'll see you tomorrow." He smirked and gave me his parting words, "It's been a real pleasure."

In shock, I got in my car and headed home. I assumed we were still married, and that I would see her again sometime the next day. I thought about what had happened. I couldn't see what I could have done differently other than making a scene and getting the shit beat out of me either by the gang of five or the bouncers who didn't mind watching my wife get fucked in the middle of the dance floor but might mind me making a scene. I considered calling the police, but Jennie seemed to be on board with whatever the guys' plans for her were. I didn't see my telling a detective that she's getting gangbanged; I don't like it but she's enjoying herself. I poured myself a stiff drink, took a shower, and went to bed.

Jennie

One Saturday night we went to the other side of town to a honkytonk we had heard about called the Pink Rabbit Club. Being on the south side of the city, the clientele was more diverse than the clubs on the north side that we usually frequented. We drank a little more than usual while we were waiting for the band to start playing. My first dance was with a huge black guy. Generally, on the northside we had played with white guys and occasionally a Hispanic guy. He introduced himself as Big Al, or just plain Al. He was probably the largest guy I had ever danced with. Surprisingly he was light on his feet. My main impressions of him on that first dance were that I liked the sound of his deep, melodious voice, and he had a very pleasant sandalwood-like odor about him. When the band started playing, I had a constant stream of dance partners; actually, it was the five guys seated at Big Al's table. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, dancing a dance or two with each, Big Al enticed me into a second dance.

He initiated a dance move that I had never seen before. He would lift me up about eight feet in the air and then let me slide down his body. This had the effect of stimulating my boobs and my nether regions. By the fifth time he made this move, I was feeling very good. When he paused at face level on the way down, I kissed him. He responded by filling my mouth with his tongue. On the next slide down his body, when we paused midway for kissing, he pulled my panties down below my knees. Instead of being shocked, I was even more aroused and kissed him harder as I kicked my panties off my ankles. Momentarily he stood me on my feet while he deftly picked my panties up and then resumed the delightful slides down his body. By the time the dance was over, my arousal was almost unbearable as I was very close to cumming.

We started a second dance with him sliding me down onto his cock. It was a big one, and it felt really good, like I was coming home. I had never done anything like this before but it just seemed liked the right thing to do. The truth was that I was ready for anything, even going all the way. He continued to lift me and then control my slide down but this was only the eight or so inches so that intense feeling of sliding up and down his cock was never-ending. I must have come five or six times before just as the song was ending I felt his baby juice spurting against my vaginal walls.

I followed his lead back to his table and since there was only one chair remaining I sat on his lap. It was exciting to sit there and I was feeling so good, very mellow in the afterglow of being repeatedly filled with Big Al's big cock.

Wilson came over to the table and stood by it uncertainly until Big Al spoke to him. I thought it was nice of my lover to introduce himself and get my husband a chair. He asked if I was ready to go home. I didn't want to leave because it just felt chill to sit in Big Al's lap, in contact with the cock he had just used to ream me with. I was really feeling good. My lover introduced his posse to Wilson and even sent one to get Wilson a beer.

Jimmy and Jeff both wanted to dance with me, at least I thought that's what they wanted. Once all three of us were on the dance floor, I passively accepted that Jimmy and Jeff were both going to dance with me. On the first number, they took turns, dancing, fondling, and groping me. On the second number, they sandwiched me.

All of a sudden, I felt Jeff penetrate me from the rear. I knew I should object, but it just felt too damn good. Anyway, he withdrew, but then Jimmy penetrated me from the front. I couldn't help myself, it just felt too good. I was getting closer to an orgasm, and I wanted that orgasm more than anything else in the whole world. Then I was shocked to feel Jeff penetrating my ass. I knew I should be objecting; I had never strayed from my darling Wilson before what I had just done with Big Al, and this was on a very public dance floor. But it just felt so wonderful that I couldn't even think of stopping. I began to feel the tingle of being right on the edge of climax, then the music stopped, the guys started ejaculating inside me, and I almost lost consciousness with the pleasure of my first double penetration, my first blended orgasm, and my second extramarital sex experience ever.

I saw Wilson watching but doing nothing. That was good; I didn't want him to do anything. Jimmy and Jeff withdrew, and Jason and Sammy quickly replaced them. It was like the most fantastic sex ever. Tonight, I had my first and second double penetrations, my first public fuckings, my first fucking with big black cocks, and my first extramarital sex.

As the song ended, Jason and Sammy filled me up and I was on the verge of passing out from my numerous blended orgasms, and yet I was feeling the greatest pleasure that I had ever experienced. I was dimly aware that Jason and Sammy were guiding me to the parking lot. I had no idea what they had planned for me, but I didn't care so long as I was going to get some more big black cock filling me up. They guided me into an SUV and put me on the third seat.

As the SUV slowly left the parking lot, Big Al Joined me, and soon fucking my nude body on the floor. The second time of the night with the biggest cock my pussy had ever experienced was just as good if not better than the first time. This was no quickie on the dance floor, but a true ram fest with that huge organ of feminine delight filling me and then emptying me over and over. After my first orgasm, he pulled my dress over my head and then began fucking my nude body again. Throughout the drive I kept cumming, and Big Al kept pounding me. It seemed like a short time until I heard the crunch of gravel as I was on another of the double-digit orgasms I experienced in the back of the SUV. That seemed to set Big Al off as he pumped what seemed like gallons of cum into my very receptive pussy.

The SUV doors opened. As I slowly rose to my feet, I noticed that Wilson had driven up behind the SUV and Big Al was handing him my dress. The other four guys escorted my naked body into the house. I felt a little embarrassed walking into the strange house nude except for my pullups and high heels, but mostly I felt excited, naughty, and aroused. It momentarily crossed my mind that my behavior was probably a big shock to Wilson, but I was confident that he would either enjoy it or get over it. At least I hoped he would be over it when I saw him next.

Once inside the house I sat on a sofa in the living room. Jimmy and Jeff sat beside me. They began squeezing my tits and my buttocks, taking turns kissing me. Big Al asked me if I would like a drink.

I said, "Maybe some wine when Jimmy and Jeff finish with me." I was thinking of what a big slut I was with cum seeping out of my slit, but then I thought Jimmy and Jeff will soon be adding to my pussy's gooey contents.

Big Al replied, "A girl after my own heart," as I resumed alternately kissing Jimmy and Jeff while they did delightful things to my boobs and genitals. I knew I was going to get fucked and fucked until I couldn't walk straight, and then I was probably going to get fucked some more. I wanted nothing more than to get more big black cock. Soon Jimmy was pumping me hard in the missionary position as Jeff kissed me and mauled my tits.

There was love for me in the northern suburbs of the city, but here on the south side was fantastic fucking. For this night, that was what I wanted, needed, and was living for. They fucked me standing, kneeling, and lying down in almost every room of that house. In addition to all five of them having massive cocks, for the next three hours it seemed at least one of them was always ready for more. I was finally allowed to go to sleep next to Big Al's huge body in what I assumed was his bed. When I woke up it was light outside, and Big Al had a very large morning woodie on.

"See something you'd like," he inquired.

I answered, "Yes," and proceeded to give him my best impression of a riding cowgirl. I was a little sore but as I pounded him, adrenaline kicked in and it was all good. By the time I had had five or six orgasms and Big Al had ejaculated inside me, the other four guys were waiting and obviously ready.

Between the five, I estimated I had close to three feet of erect manhood to negotiate before breakfast. I went to work and soon was singing out my ecstasy for all to hear as all my records for orgasms were being repeatedly broken. I have never before experienced such pure bliss, as even when my thigh muscles ached with exhaustion, there was always a willing body with a big black cock attached to help me out in my time of need. I couldn't believe that I just couldn't get enough penis in my vagina. We took a break around ten for breakfast and then resumed our contest to see who could last the longest. Finally, around two PM, I was finally presented with five flaccid dicks.

Big Al told me, "You win, Jennie. I believe I speak for everyone when I tell you, you are the finest piece of ass that we have ever had. Now we need to talk about next weekend. Next Saturday night we are planning on you performing at a bachelor party before we spend the rest of the night here. Does that sound like something you'd be interested in?"

For the first time in many hours, I thought of my family and my darling Wilson, all of whom I loved.

I replied, "I'll have to talk to Wilson. I am married, you know."

"Of course," Big Al replied. "But you want to be with us next Saturday night, don't you?"

I had to think about that one. "Do you think you guys will have recovered enough to handle me?" I asked innocently.

"We'll be ready!" he promised. He pulled my phone out of the pocket of his pants, which were draped over an easy chair. "I'm getting your number. Now, do you want me to call your husband, or would you prefer that you called."

I honestly didn't know if Wilson would be pissed, hurt, or something else. I wanted Al to take care of it, but I knew that would be cowardly. I took my phone and speed dialed Wilson. "Hey, honey! I'm ready to come home."

Wilson seemed calm, "Okay, I was a little worried about you."

I replied, "I'm okay, maybe better than okay. Just bring me a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, okay?"

He responded, "Sure, sweetheart; it'll probably take me about thirty minutes to get there. Love you!"

I answered back, "I love you, too, Wilson. You're the best!" I hung up. I asked Big Al about the details of next weekend's party. He told me it was a bachelor party. There would be ten or twelve guys. I would put on a strip show, fuck the groom, and then fuck the rest of the party. The rest of the night, I would be with the five guys of this weekend back at what was apparently Big Al's house.

It sounded like fun, but I wasn't sure that Wilson would feel the same way about it. I felt bad about wanting to perform at a bachelor party but it seemed like it would be naughty, wanton, exciting, and loads of fun. I was already looking forward to ending my evening at Big Al's house getting the living daylights fucked out of me again. When Wilson got there, I kissed the guys goodbye and then ran out to the car, my cellphone and pullups in my hands. Big Al had given me his phone number and asked me to call him as soon as possible with what I would be doing on the following weekend.

I think Wilson was surprised that I ran across the front yard and hopped in our car sans clothes. I smiled and kissed him and then pulled on the clothes he had brought for me to wear home.

Wilson

I told her I loved her when she called me and asked me to pick her up at Al's place. The last time I saw her she was walking up the steps to Big Al's place wearing pull-ups and high heels and nothing else. On the phone she seemed happy and eager for me to come for her. Was this a one-off or was she going to pull this kind of stunt regularly. How would she look after she had spent the night banging five black guys? Was I going to have reclamation sex? Did I want to have reclamation sex? She had acted like a total slut. I still couldn't believe she was being double penetrated on the dance floor. With five guys banging her she was probably screwing most of the night and morning. Is this the wife I want to live with? I had so many questions and no real answers.

When I got to Al's place she came running out with her cell phone and pull-ups in her hands and wearing nothing but her high heels. She jumped in the car and kissed my cheek, "I love you, honey! Thanks for coming so quickly to pick me up! You're not mad at me, are you?"

I was grasping for what to say, "Sweetheart, when someone you love does something totally unexpected... I'm not sure how to feel or react."

She said, "I'm sorry, babes. I don't really want to upset you. You're my main man and I love you very much."

I continued, "You can understand that I'm having difficulty processing this. I never expected to watch you fucking other guys in the middle of a crowded dance floor. What happened? Did I do something wrong?"

She replied, "You did nothing wrong! You're the best husband a girl like me could ever want. Last night was a total aberration. I was almost as surprised by what I did as you were. It's not the real me!"

I continued, "But my God, Jennie, you were fucking on the dance floor. Then you spent the night with five guys or was it more? I didn't have a clue as to what was going on with you. What happened? I love you and I was very worried about you last night."

She tried to explain, "Wilson, I think it was a combination of alcohol and ovulation. Just before ovulation, women can experience a steep rise in libido. I think last night was the night. It will likely take a few days for my hormones to settle down. I never have experienced it like last night. All I wanted to do was fuck. I couldn't get enough. There were only the five guys. Wilson, I called you because I wore them out. Right now, I'm still horny. Maybe not quite as bad as last night. But I want you to start screwing me the second we get home. We need to plan ahead for next month, because my heightened horniness is likely to happen again. Wilson, I'm so glad you're not yelling at me. I love you and my self-control is usually a lot better. I think the alcohol overcame my natural inhibitions. Than my hormones were going crazy. And, you'll have to admit, those were attractive black studs, weren't they. But Wilson, if you'd been there, I would have done you, too. Then there would have been six exhausted guys this morning. The only surefire cure for this is to knock me up. I'm ready and willing if you are."

I replied, "This is a lot to take in. Last night I didn't know what was going on. Were you going to call me? Did you want to stay with the black guys? I wasn't even sure I was going to see you again. Now you want to get pregnant with me. This is all happening really fast."

She straightened me out. "The first thing you have to do is fuck me when we get home. After that, we'll worry about all the other stuff. Okay?"

I said, "Okay, whatever you want, sweetheart!"

There's something I haven't explained yet. My wife is the most physically imposing woman I have ever seen. She is my dream woman beyond my wildest expectation. I feel like ninety-nine percent of the time we have both a great emotional and a great physical relationship. She has natural color hair that is amazing - it isn't quite blonde and it isn't quite brown. I guess you could call it dirty blonde, but it seems more like golden to me. Next come the large bedroom blue eyes, set on the sides of a pretty nose and above luscious, thick lips. Just her face is enough to make a grown man cry.

Her shoulders are a little broad, but they have to be to support those fantastic 38G breasts. Sofia Vergara seems to have similar size breasts. I don't know what bra size Ms. Vergara uses but I think my wife's boobs are a little smaller in circumference but stick our farther. Even if Jennie were to have twins, she would be more than adequate in the mammary department. Her waist looks so small compared to her bust and butt that I always think I can put my large hands around it, but I can't. I enjoy trying because afterward I can go up or down with delectable delights in either direction. When I go up I can feel those natural boobs which even for me are more than a handful; the only issue with them is that because they're real, it is totally obvious when, like last night, she didn't wear a bra.

I wonder if things would have gone differently last night if I had realized that going without a bra was an indication that she was unusually horny. She works out regularly so there are no love handles. She says she has a twenty-four inch waist, but I think it's a little smaller although probably larger than twenty-three inches.

Her butt is to die for. She says it is a thirty-six. I think it's larger but possibly not quite a thirty-seven. It's hard to describe the shape of her buttocks. Maybe they're like dual fat teardrops if they suggests anything. I love to massage them, especially just before we do doggie style.

At five-foot eight she supports this fantastic body on long well-toned legs. When she wears her fuck-me heels she is about two-inches taller than me, even though I'm five-foot-ten. I don't care because that makes it easier to sink my face between her boobs.

The point of all this physical description is to give you some idea where I took her clothes to wear home, instead of changing the locks on the house. When a guy like me has a girl like her, a solid eleven or even twelve on a ten-point scale, he cuts her some slack, possibly a lot of slack. Until last night I would have said her personality and love for me was also an eleven, but now I'm not so sure. I was surely not expecting to go home alone while she had a black night train.

I have to admit I was more confident of her love for me before last night than today. Damn, I love this bitch. On the rest of the drive home, we didn't talk but we exchanged looks that said, we were both fully on board, reclamation sex was on the top of the menu as soon as the garage door closed, or possibly sooner. We left garments in the car, on the garage floor and on the way to the stairs. We didn't make it to the bedroom. I had her from the rear as she knelt near the bottom of the stairway. No preliminaries other than what had happened in the car, I plugged my rod in her sweet channel and began banging away on her skanky cunt. It only took a few hard, fast strokes until she was screaming out her ecstasy in her first convulsive orgasm or our reclamation sex. The second came after a few more of the same. It was similar for the third and fourth. On her fifth convulsive climax, I added my cum to the what the brothers had left earlier. Then we continued on to our master bed. She knew cunnilingus was off the table, but she went to work on my semierect love organ. Maybe it took two minutes until she was riding me like I was her one and only stallion. Did I already say, 'God, I loved this woman!' She was clearly doing her damnedest to make last night a distant memory. And she seemed to be doing a pretty good job of it. After a few cowgirl orgasms she shifted to reverse cowgirl for a couple of more. Then she turned around and leaned back into golden arches. She pounded her way to one more orgasm and then let me finish us both off.

After we kissed and cuddled for a while, she said, "That's enough fucking for a while. Tell me what you want for lunch. After lunch I want you to make love to me."

What a demanding bitch! But when you got it, you get to flaunt it. Maybe we could talk about the night before while we were chowing down at lunch.

I suggested, "Do something easy, baby. How are we fixed for sandwiches and chips?"

She got up and said, "What ever you want you got, sweetheart, as long as you give me some good loving after lunch."

What a bossy bitch, but you know what they say: Happy wife, happy life. Did I mention that I love the shit out of the slut?

Fortified by sandwiches and chips, I trudged back up the steps to the bedroom. My manhood knew what was coming and was well prepared. I sat on the bed and didn't have to tell her to kneel before the altar of love before sliding my rod of feminine joy into her sleazy cunt. But oh God! Did it ever feel good. I'm sure I've already told you that I couldn't love her any more if my life depended on it. Already I had accepted her back in the fold although we still needed to talk about it some more. In the lotus position, you don't move all that much, but it still takes a lot of energy. Probably more for her because she was the one having multiple orgasms. We fell into a pattern of kissy face, sliding in and out, and her having a body-shaking climax. Take a deep breath and repeat. Then repeat again. The lotus position is a good position for bonding, and after thirty or forty minutes of it we were well bonded with her ten or twelve convulsive orgasms and my single, ball-wrenching ejaculation.

We were both ready for a nap. We lay side by side and kissed and cuddled for a few minutes and then went to sleep embracing each other. When I awakened a few hours later, I looked at her, softly snoring, a half angelic smile on her face. It was ironic. This was the same woman that in the last twenty-four hours had given six men, including myself, all they could handle and a little more. There she was, a vision of angelic loveliness, innocent in her sleep.

After her nap, she was in full-up fuck-me mode and I did my best to bang the shit out of her in the doggy position. Afterward, she kissed and rubbed her body against mine. Was this some sort of prehistoric ritual to claim a lover. When she said she wanted Italian, I hoped she meant what we could get in an Italian restaurant and not the product obtainable in an Italian gigolo-house. I was right the first time and we both had large bowls of pasta and chicken which we completely devoured, while drinking a simple bottle of chianti.

She seemed to enjoying the interaction with the waiter quite a bit, but she settled for sharing a bowl of spumoni with me, and he settled for a nice tip. Then it was back to the salt mines and more forced labor. I know I told you I loved the slut, but when your cock is sore, and your balls are aching - well, somebody's got to do it, and I'd prefer it be me to an Italian stallion or the Brothers Five. After I took care of business we both slept well through the night. In the morning, we limited ourselves to handholding and soulful looks. I know I seem like a hen-pecked wimp, but when you have to deal with your best friend, the greatest lover in the Western world, the most fantastic wife, and the love of your life, all rolled into one five foot eight vision of loveliness - well, at least she came home after her Saturday night orgy. Monday night as we sipped coffee after an immaculate, wife-prepared meal, I asked her about Saturday night.

She explained, "Honey, you did everything perfectly. I loved you as much for giving me Saturday night as for anything. You know you are the only I love."

I replied, "From what I saw, you seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the five horsemen!"

She responded, "Funny, you should say that. Each of them was hung like a horse. I had never felt anything like it when they DPed me. I was in pussy heaven. The only thing that could have made it better would have been if you had been there."

I told her, "I wasn't invited to the afterparty."

She said, "I know, honey. Big Al was afraid you might be upset or be a distraction. If we ever do it again, I'll make sure you're invited."

I inquired, "So, you're already thinking of doing it again?"

She answered, "Only thinking about it. I told Big Al that I would have to talk to you before anything was decided."

I threw out a trial balloon, "What if I say no way, Jose?"

She looked me in the eye, "Then it wouldn't happen. Besides, I won't be so horny next weekend. The next time I have a horny time, I hope you'll be thinking about knocking me up."

I asked, "So you're serious about getting pregnant? I'm not sure I'm ready to be a father."

She explained, "Two things: I think you're ready, even though you might not be willing, and I want to be a pregnant wife. If I were do something wild next weekend, it would be like a last hurrah before I go off the pill."

I said, "I need to think about this. Bringing another life into the world is a big responsibility."

She replied, "You've got broad shoulders, honey. Changing gears, have you thought about both of us going to see Big Al this weekend?"

I responded, "I see that as a big decision, as well."

She answered, "Take as much time as you want. We don't need to decide either thing today or even this week or month. Big Al will be there next month and besides that I'll have another egg."

I changed topics, "Back to last weekend, were they any highlights or hiccups?"

She explained, "The only hiccup was that you weren't there. There were plenty of highlights. They must have fucked me in every possible place in Big Al's apartment. They all fucked me and came inside me multiple times. I got a lot of double penetration and some air tight, as well. The five guys did me about as well five guys could do little ole' me."

I said, "So, you're looking forward to a six-guy gangbang next weekend?"

She replied, "Only if you're okay with that, and only if you're the sixth guy. Honey, there is one other thing. Big Al wants me to be a party girl next weekend. That would also require your approval."

I asked, "What exactly would you do as a party girl?"

She responded, "As I understand it, I would do a strip tease, then fuck the guest of honor, and then fuck anybody else that wanted to fuck me."

I inquired, "And you think you would enjoy that?"

She answered, "I think I would find it arousing, exciting, and decadent. I think it would be a thrill and great fun. I'm getting damp thinking about shaking my nude booty in front of all those guys."

I commented, "Maybe you won't be so horny next weekend."

She explained, "Maybe I wouldn't be, but I think I would still enjoy it."

I told her, "You know how much I love you and how hard it is for me to say no to anything you want to do."

She said, "Hold that thought! What I want right now is for you to stick that hard cock into my wet pussy."

That put the remainder of our discussion on hold. After we took care of our baser desires we showered together and then went to sleep in each other's arms. It feels so good to love and be loved.

The next morning, she asked if I had made any decisions. I told her no, but we certainly could talk about it that evening after supper.

Now Tuesday evening, we talked again after supper.

I explained my positions, "I'm comfortable with you going off the pill and us trying to get pregnant. I'm still not completely comfortable with Al's plans for your Saturday night."

She inquired, "So you don't want me gangbanging the guys one last time or being the party girl entertainment at that party?"

I clarified, "I just am not sure about either of those. I'm not saying no, but I haven't agreed, either."

She said, "What's holding you back on us partying with Al and his friends?"

I replied, "Last Saturday night is history. I wasn't completely happy with the way that went down. I understand that a lot of what I didn't like will be different this time, but I'm still not completely comfortable."

She said, "Let's make it simple. Either you'll let me have one last gangbang before I go off the pill or you won't. If you won't then that's the end of it, and it's not a problem for me so long as you're not angry that I considered it. If you will allow it, I think we'll both have a good time, but what can I say? I think you'll have a good time and I'll have an even better one. Doing the party is very similar. If you say no, it's no go and there will be no repercussions. If you say yes, again, I think we'll both have a good time, but I'll probably have a better time. I think they'll be some compensation for being the party stripper and whore, but I won't discuss that with Big Al unless you give your okay. Whatever compensation is involved, we don't need it, although it is a little exciting to think about me selling my pussy. I love you now, and I'll still love you regardless of what your answers are."

I told her, "I'm saying no to the party girl part. I guess I'm still on the fence about having a second party with your Al and friends."

She kissed me, and told me, "I love you and thanks for making a decision about the party. I thought it would be fun but I did have some doubts about crossing a line that I had never crossed before."

I added, "I feel comfortable that I'm free to decide either way on the party with Al and company. Just give me a little more time."

She spoke with that sexy glint in her bedroom eyes, "Let's celebrate your second decision. Regardless of your last decision, next Sunday is my last day on the pill."

I suggested, "I'm ready for some fun now." We both headed for our bedroom, hand in hand up the stairs.

It was a hard decision. It was true that if she did the brothers, I thought I needed to watch whether I wanted to or not. I wanted to watch if it happened more for her safety than anything else. I guess I had some primeval fear that I would lose her to the all-night sex with guys that were probably bigger than me. I also knew that she was already looking forward to being thoroughly used one last time before she went off the pill. I didn't want to deny her what she clearly wanted even though I was uncomfortable with some of the possible outcomes.

When all else doesn't look good, punting is a possibility. I couldn't find an analogy to punting in this situation. In all fairness, I needed to give the love of my life a decision. I had put her off long enough. At least if I allowed her to do it, she would have a good time. She had always come back before. Well, actually she had come back to me on the one other time. I don't think she had strayed before the last Saturday night. That was why it was such a shock to me. Maybe I was having a hard time because I wasn't completely over the shock. I sat her down at the dinner table after another nice dinner.

I inquired, "Sweetheart can you tell me what went into your decisions last Saturday night?"

She replied, "You still haven't made up your mind, have you? It's okay, I'll be happy to share that with you. I was already horny when we were at the club before I saw Big Al or his friends. I didn't think I ever actually decided to screw them at the club. It was like I told you before, I was feeling unusually horny since it was near my ovulation time. I drank enough to lose some of my inhibitions. I saw some good-looking black dudes. When Big Al asked me to dance, I thought that it might be fun to feel some body contact with this big fellow. I liked the sound of his voice and he smelled good while we danced. I was already wet with desire, but I think I was still in control. Then he made that move that I had never seen before. He lifted me in air and slid me down against his body. It rubbed my pussy and my boobs against his body. When my face reached his, he kissed me. I think that's when I lost all semblance of control. I was so hot he could have stripped me and done me doggy style on the floor with everybody in the club watching, a real floor show. At least he didn't do that. Instead, he held me off the floor, slid my panties to the side and slowly slid that huge love organ into my body. God, did it ever feel good. Even with all my clothes still on, I was in pussy heaven and I only wanted more. I don't believe I have ever had such a sexual high. I came over and over and over again. Kissing him came with the territory. I was quickly moving from one peak to another. He finally exploded into me. I think some of the nearby people knew what we had been doing, but at least most didn't. The truth was I didn't care. I'm not even sure that is true. If I had known people were watching, I would have been even more excited. After that it was easy for the guys to double penetrate me. I was so high I wasn't even worried about them hurting my ass."

I suggested, "So, after Al did you, everything was already decided, including the gangbang at Al's place?"

She replied, "Pretty much. After that, I was pretty much a sexual being at the purely animal level."

I inquired, "And you want to feel that way again?"

She smiled, "I can't help it, Wilson. It won't be exactly the same, because my hormones won't be at such a high level, but I do want to do it again; one more time before you knock me up."

I told her what she wanted to hear, "Okay, sweetheart, you can tell Al that the party at his place is on. You really know how to push my buttons, don't you?"

She responded, "I know you love me and you wouldn't let me do this if you didn't love me. But Wilson, I love you, too! I'd do almost anything you asked if it made you happy."

All I could think of to say was, "I love you, too, sweets!"

Saturday night we went to a club and had a few drinks. As usual a couple of guys tried to come on to Jennie, but she shot them down.

We walked up the steps to Al's apartment just before ten, a few minutes earlier than planned. Jennie had been impatiently waiting for the appointed hour and was almost bouncing up and down with excitement. My excitement level was a whole lot lower.

Al greeted us with a big smile when he stepped back to allow us entry, I noticed seven black faces instead of the expected five plus there was a Hispanic guy. Al introduced the two new black guys as his friends, Alphonse and Davy. They were comparable in stature to Al's other friends. He introduced the Hispanic looking guy as Ignacio, a business associate.

Al graciously provided me with a beer and Jennie with a white wine. All the black guys had beers. Ignacio had a bottle of tequila from which he was filling shot glasses for himself and others with the emphasis on himself. He quickly poured Jennie a shot which she quickly downed. He poured her a second shot and asked me if I would like one. I said sure, figuring that I could drink one and still have my wits about me. I don't think Jennie cared one way or the other.

Al said, "Jennie, are you ready to get started."

Jennie was wearing the outfit that she had purchased in anticipation of doing a strip tease at the earlier party that we didn't attend. It was a matching skirt and midriff-baring bodice, red with black lace trim. The skirt was just about long enough to cover her buttocks which were not covered by her black thong. He only other garment besides low heel sandals was a demi-bra, red with black lace matching her outer garments.

I opened my big mouth and suggested, "Since Jennie has a nice outfit on, why don't you put on some good dance music, Al, and she can do a strip tease for you guys."

I knew she had worked up a routine for the party and this was my way of an apology for not letting her perform at the earlier stag party.

She smiled and blew me a kiss and Al put some music on with a good rhythm for stripping. She was in her element. She had the clothes; she had the body; she had the rhythm; and she had the excitement. I told Al to keep the music going, this would likely take several songs for her to complete her routine.

I think Jennie was so eager to get naked that she shortened the routine a little bit but those of us who could demonstrate white knuckles were white knuckling it before she finished. I think all of the black guys were in the same state, you just couldn't tell by the color of their knuckles. For the first couple of minutes, she just pranced around doing shimmies in front of different members of the audience then turning around and flipping that short skirt up showing lots of the skin on her buttocks not covered by her small thong.

During the second part of the first song, she began teasing with her bodice pretending to unbutton it or lift it, finally beginning to unbutton it button by button. Some of the guys started clapping in rhythm with the music. Finally, she had the bodice completely unbuttoned. For a while she held it the sides with her hand momentarily opening one, and then the other, occasionally both, exposing the part of her breast not covered by the demibra, which was at least half of her boob plus her fully taut nipples. Finally, when the song was almost ended, she relented, opened the bodice completely and let if fall to the floor. I told Al to be sure to queue up some more songs. I sat back down to enjoy the show. Al took a seat near his stereo.

I told Al that Jennie appeared to be going through her routine at twice the rehearsed speed for her dance but that he would still need two more songs for her complete performance. He started the next song immediately. I then told him she will do lap dances if you have an extra song or two.

As her audience resumed rhythmic clapping Jennie spent a minute or so playing and teasing with her skirt. Then she began slowly unzipping it. When it was fully unzipped, she continued holding it up pressing the waist-ends together. Then she pulled up the top of the skirt to the bottom of her demi-bra exposing her panties and the wet spot near her slit. As the song was coming near the half-way mark, she finally relented and let the skirt slide down her legs to the floor. The audience applauded her. I think Ignacio was the loudest in his excitement.

She now began teasing with her demibra. Although her nipples were fully exposed, most of the lower part of her breasts was still covered. She began pulling one demicup down but then replacing it and then pulling the other demicup down and replacing it. The room seemed to be warming up as she now had her audience at the hooting and hollering stage. The wet area of her panties appeared to be expanding as her dancing became more and more provocative. Finally, with less than a minute remaining she unhooked the demibra and still holding it in front of her boobs began giving her audience little peeks at her whole boobs, sometimes the left, sometimes the right, and sometimes both. Finally, as the song approached its end, she gave her breasts a little shimmy and let the demibra fall to the floor.

On the final song she spend the first few moments slowly shaking her 38G's at the guys, then she started playing with the waist strap of her thong. Then she started playing with the triangle covering her pussy and clitoris. For the next minute or so she played with pulling parts of her thong away from her body and then letting it string back. Then she started pulling away two parts at a time. As the song reached the half-way point, she pulled the thong down over her hips and then shook it the rest of the way to the floor.

The last half of the song she spent shimmying and doing bumps and grinds with her fantastic body nude except for her black high heels. As the next song began she sat down in Al's lap as he put one of his meaty hands on her pussy and the other began pinching one of her nipples.

She arched her back and leaning against his chest began kissing his neck and face. The other guys applauded as she lap rubbed her body against Al. He released her slit and boob long enough to slide his pants off. She guided his manhood into her love canal and began doing her best to drive Al crazy. She began thrusting her hips up and down as he manhandled her breasts. She massaged her nub with one hand and held his chin with the other as they tongued each other's mouths.

I don't think the other guys were going to all wait for their turn as several pulled their dicks out for some self-stimulation. I figured I would get a turn, but it would be quite a while and I would wait patiently for my number to come up. The combination of all the stimulation was driving Jennie wild as she came several times. Al just continued along almost ignoring her multiple climaxes. It would be a long night for Jennie. Big Al unloaded in her and she moved on to Alphonse. He lasted a little over ten minutes, almost as good as Big Al. Next came Jeff and then Ignacio. It was almost three hours later when my Jennie, still bright-eyed, straddled my lap and guided my Johnson into her well-used cunt. She had gotten a couple of breaks for beer and shots of Ignacio's tequila. When she and I finished, Al announced it was naptime.

Jennie and I were allowed to sleep together. She told me she loved me, cuddled up with her head against my shoulder and went to sleep. A few hours later Al was pulling her out of bed to start her second rotation. Afterward, we got to take another nap together before the third rotation. While she was finishing up the third rotation, Al started cooking breakfast which consisted of huge quantities of OJ, coffee, bacon, ham steaks, and pancakes. It tasted wonderful. After her fourth rotation, which I didn't participate in, she was allowed to dress and kiss everyone goodbye. It was almost four in the afternoon. I had to help her down the stairs and to our car. She slept all the way home totally satiated and totally exhausted.

When we got home, I had to help her up the stairs and to the bed. I helped her take her clothes off, gave her a shower, which in joined her in. We went to bed nude. She looked at me, asked if I was okay with everything. After I told her I was, she kissed me, said she loved me, and passed out. I had time to think about everything that had happened. Statistically, I think she must have had in the vicinity of two hundred orgasms while accepting thirty-five creampies in her cunt or her ass. It was hard to conceive of a libido that large. I didn't like it, but at this point, I was thinking of children above fidelity. I did feel like I had both her trust and respect, even though there was not a whisker of fidelity left.

We declined an invitation from Big Al for the following weekend because Jennie had already gone off the pill and neither of us wanted a not-husband as the father of our first child. The following weekend included 'O' day and we had high hopes that she would be carrying our first child after that. On the Wednesday ten days later, a visit to the OB/GYN's office confirmed the positive home pregnancy test.

We were both extremely happy as were our parents. Six or seven weeks later, a new issue developed. A pregnant Jennie was a horny Jennie. She wasn't ovulation horny, but still plenty horny. She would have been happy to have another party with Big Al and his pals. I was worried about the effect that it could have on our unborn child, particularly if it was a ten-guy, twenty-hour, bacchanalia, and I also didn't want a pregnant Jennie drinking. She suggested calling Big Al and seeing if he had a different solution. He suggested a Friday night get-together with two of his friends. It was to take place at a upscale hotel, and would be hosted by a friend of Al's named Herbert. He mentioned that Ignacio would be there also. I still wanted to go, because I wanted to protect both the mother and my unborn child.

When we arrived at the appointed eight o'clock, we were introduced to Herbert and his friend, Anson. When we explained the situation to Herbert, he apologized and told us that Al had told him not to worry about Anson joining out party. Al explained that he didn't think one more would matter. I wasn't happy about it, but since Jennie just wanted to 'get her groove on,' I kept my objections to myself.

The hotel 'room' turned out to be a luxurious suite. There was an outdoor 'sunning' area with outdoor tables chairs and chaise lounges. The interior had two large bedrooms with a large living area. There was also a kitchenette and a 'hot tub' room containing a large hot tub.

Herbert was a tall-medium-colored black man. He was slender, handsome, and around six-foot-four, taller than Big Al. Anson was a tall, good-looking fellow, too, dark like Al, but not in Herbert's class. Herbert suggested we sit down and get to know each other.

We sat at the eight-place dining table. Al sat at one end while Herbert sat at the other end. Anson and Ignacio flanked Al while Jennie and I flanked Herbert with chairs between our two 'threesomes.'

Herbert served all of the guys a variety of alcoholic beverages, from bottled beer to whiskey neat. Jennie sipped at a soft drink.

Herbert was a businessman and apparently very successful, he explained that both Alvin and Anson were business associates. Then he made a revealing remark, "Jennie is the prettiest escort I have ever had."

I replied, a little put out, "Jennie is my wife and with my child, she's no one's escort."

Herbert showed some surprise with raised eyebrows, "Then Alvin is not sharing the fee?"

I was dumbfounded, "What fee? Jennie is here because she wants to play. That's all."

Herbert explained in a low voice, "I paid Alvin a thousand dollars for tonight, plus another five hundred to add Anson. I think Ignacio is paying also."

Jennie was as dumbfounded as I was, looking querulously back and forth between Big Al and Herbert.

I told Herbert, "This is a big surprise to both Jennie and me. Jennie came to play before she starts to show. I came along to protect her and our unborn child, just in case things get out of hand. I don't know what to say or do!"

Herbert said, "I don't think Alvin is big on refunds. Let's continue on for tonight. You and I should exchange phone numbers. I will help you keep Jennie and child safe. At the end of the evening, I will give you Jennie's tip. Other than that, let's carry on as though we hadn't had this discussion. Jennie will not have to do anything she doesn't want to do. Are you both on board with that?"

I replied, "I'm a little pissed at Al, but I'll try to keep a stiff upper lip and try not to tip over the apple cart."

I could tell that Jennie was pissed, too, but she said, "I'll follow your lead," indicating that she included Herbert and I both in her remark.

Herbert suggested that we all continue getting to know each other in the hot tub. After disrobing we sat on one side of the tub with Herbert on the end, next to Jennie, then Anson, myself, Ignacio, and Al on the other end of our group.

Herbert's other disclosures didn't stop him from kissing Jennie and feeling her up, while Anson kissed the back of her neck and massaged her boobs while she was turned toward Herbert. I could tell she was hotter than a firecracker. She was already moaning and groaning out her intense arousal. I wasn't up so close and personal on the night of her original seduction by Al, but I certainly had never seen her get so turned on so fast. She was pulling herself against Herbert with her right arm while jacking him with her left hand. She was all in, doing a tongue dance with Herbert while hunching her hips against his right hand. Anson began massaging her buttocks with his left hand.

Both Herbert and Anson were very well endowed. Herbert was slightly longer than Anson, and Anson slightly longer than Big Al, although Al had a thickness advantage on both.

As she slid herself onto Herbert's erect organ, Anson stuck a couple of fingers in her other hole. It appeared that the only lubrication she was getting was the hot tub's contents, well chlorinated, I assumed. In moments, a kneeling Anson had completed her double penetration, and she was crying out her pleasure. It seemed like only moments until she was screaming, "Oh God! I'm cumming! Oh, fuck, it's good!"

Her body relaxed, but Herbert and Anson continued to pound her, and soon she was screaming again in another convulsive climax. I think this went on for fifteen or twenty minutes, with Jennie orgasming in what I estimated to be thirty- or forty- second intervals. Finally, both Herbert and Anson came, seconds apart, and after one last delightful shudder, Jennie also relaxed.

When they were disentangled, Jennie came over to me, embraced me, kissed me, and whispered, "I love you, Wilson."

Her brief respite was interrupted by Al stentatoriously ordering, "Get your ass over here, bitch!"

I saw Herbert give him a cold, hard look, and he repeated his order in a friendlier tone, "Jennie, it's our turn!"

Reluctantly, she went over to Al, after a few hand strokes of his cock impaled herself on it. Ignacio pumped himself a few times to become fully erect and then carefully inserted his manhood into her poop chute. Ignacio was endowed similarly to myself, not as large as the other guys but well above average. This DP went pretty much the same as the previous, although Jennie's exclamations of joy and ecstasy seemed to be a little less enthusiastic.

After the last spasms of the three actors. Jennie came over and climbed on top of me, impaling herself on my joystick. With me, she was kissing me and whispering, "I love you so much, Wilson, as she repeatedly thrust her pelvis against mine. I think I lasted less than ten minutes.

Herbert suggested, "Why don't we go outside and enjoy the view. The lights of the city are quite a sight from the balcony."

Jenny asked, "Should we get dressed?"

Herbert replied, "I'll turn the lights out. We'll be fine."

What Herbert really had in mind was utilizing different furniture pieces and the railing to let Jennie observe the view as she was being railed by a five-man train. She seemed to take significant pleasure from this mode of skyline viewing but was exhausted by the end of the rotation. I helped her inside and she collapsed on one of the sofas. In seconds, she was softly snoring.

I told them, "She needs to rest for a while. In a few hours, she'll be ready to go again."

That seemed to satisfy everyone and the five of us congregated at the well-stocked bar. I slowly sipped a beer, because I felt obligated to keep my wits about me. I wanted Jennie to enjoy herself, but I was concerned that I might be the only one standing between her having a nice evening of fun and overdoing it.

Ignacio came over to me, and volunteered, "Your honey is one hell of a woman. I've never had a fuck like with her."

I said, "You're speaking to the choir on that one."

He continued, "Why are you hiring her out? Do you need the money? I would have to be really hard up before I would do that if she were mine."

I explained, "Jennie is doing this because she wants to do it. Until tonight, we didn't know Al was charging for her."

He said, "That son-of-a-bitch! He told me she was one of his working girls! I paid him five hundred dollars for tonight. After that Saturday night at Al's place, I thought she was worth it!"

He said, "Let me have your cell number. I want to deal with you direct in the future!"

We exchanged numbers. Although Al couldn't hear what was being said, I noticed him watching us intently.

A few minutes later, he came over to me. "Why are you getting Herbert's and Nacho's phone numbers? They're my friends, not yours!"

I replied, "Did you mean friends, or did you mean clients? It was news to me that Jennie was one of your working girls!"

He seemed to be trying to shift gears. "You little piss-ant! I've tried to be patient with you and the bitch! You don't seem to appreciate it! Jennie is mine! I'm taking what's mine! You get out of her right now before I bust you up! I'm taking charge of Jennie immediately!"

I was a little frightened by his outburst and threat of violence, but I knew this would be my best chance to stand my ground. I projected calmness that I didn't feel, "I think you're asserting a right you don't have. Jennie is my wife and friend. She doesn't belong to me, but she's a lot closer to being mine than yours! Now, get out of my face!"

Jennie was awakened by the raised voices, "What's going on, hon?"

I explained, "This asshole has been selling you and thinks he has the right to put you up for sale!"

She exclaimed, "What! What are you doing, Al?"

He replied, "Don't worry about it, slut! After I take care of this piece of shit, I'll take you home with me! Got it!"

She shouted, "Not in this lifetime! He's my husband and my love! He's my rock and I'm with him one hundred per cent all the time!"

I was glad to see Herbert, Anson, and Nacho all gathered around. At my slender five-foot-ten to Anson's bulky six-foot-three, a mano-to-mano confrontation was not something I was looking forward to.

Al quickly drew back to send me into the next county. Just as quickly Herbert grabbed his wrist, "I think it's time for you to go, Alvin!"

Something about that voice and the grip on his arm seemed to bring Al back to the here and now.

He turned to leave, saying over his shoulder, "This is not the end of this!"

Herbert apologized profusely, "I'm so sorry all this happened. Wilson and Jennie, please accept my apologies."

I said, "It's okay, we were all ignorant as to what was going on."

Nacho added, "Hey, sorry, man, I didn't know nothin', either."

Anson queried, "What happens now!"

Herbert said, "I think the party's over. I don't like double-dealing. Jennie, I thought you were wonderful. I'd like to see you again. Wilson, I think you're a good man, you're welcome, any time."

Anson commented, "Quite a night. It was a pleasure to meet the three of you. Too bad about that stinker!"

Nacho added, "Yeah, me to. Good to see you again, Wilson and Jennie. Nice meeting you, Herbert and Anson. Maybe we can get together in the future without the asshole!"

We all started saying goodnight with handshakes for me and hugs and kisses for Jennie. Herbert said, "I'd like a word with Wilson and Jennie. Good night, Nacho. Anson, we'll talk Monday. Nacho gave Herbert his cell number, saying, "Just in case."

Anson and Nacho left together. Herbert said, "I try to keep all my business dealings without subterfuge or lies. I very much would like to see the two of you again. For tonight, I would normally give the lady a tip. I'm happy to do that, but I don't know if that's acceptable."

Jennie spoke up, "I'll take cash."

Herbert smiled and said, "I hope to see you again!" and then he counted out ten Franklins in Jennie's hand. Another round of goodbyes and Jennie and I were on the way home.

She shared two thoughts with me, "I don't ever want to see Big Al again, but I would like to see Herbert again. He's an exciting man."

I commented, "He seems like a guy that wants to do the right thing, I'm sure glad he intercepted Al's right hook."

She replied, "Me, too, honey. I didn't get my full quota of loving tonight. It's up to you to fill in the gaps."

I replied, "I'll do my best!"

Epilog:

Donald turned out to be a very healthy happy baby. Jennie turned out to be a very good mother. She became much less adventuresome outside of our marriage and much more motivated toward home and family, including our later arrivals Susan and Elizabeth. We did see Herbert again, but that's another story.