Every Picture Tells a Story Pt. 03

Every picture tells a story: Part 3

Note to readers: Read Parts 1 & 2 first, you will enjoy this so much more if you do. Mary continued her sexual encounters with Bill, how far would he push us this time? As usual, it does not fit easily into a single category.

*****

My phone chimed. It was Bill, my best friend. "Hey," I said, putting the phone to my ear.

I heard the now familiar sounds of a woman's cries of ecstasy, grunts and cries of passion, the unmistakable sounds of her gagging, and the slapping of wet skin on skin. "Oh, god, yes! Give me your tasty cock! Mmm, mmm, mmm," she begged, then gagged again.

"Suck it, you dirty slut. Oh, yes, suck that big dick!" Bill said repeatedly.

"Mmm, mmm, oh, god, I love your cock!" she cried, gasping for air.

"Is your pussy ready for my big cock, you cheating whore?" Bill taunted.

"Yes! Fuck me, Bill! Please, give your cock to me now. I want you to fill my pussy with your thick cock!"

That is my wife's voice. The first time I heard her climax on the phone, she didn't know Bill had called, unaware he was exposing her like that. This time I knew, it was her idea.

"Oh yeah, it feels so good. Oh, faster, faster. OH!" I heard her say.

Yes, that was Mary, my wife. Having the time of her life!

"Pete? I heard Bill ask, "Can you hear us? Are you hard, Pete? Is this making you hard?"

"Yeah, Bill, my cock is rock hard," I confessed.

"Oh, my god, yes! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Mary begged shamelessly. She does this low-pitched jazz-singer voice when she's excited. Honest to God, it drives me crazy. Then, I heard her squeal. Bill was really giving it to her.

"Pete? I'm fucking your wife!" he boasted. Then Bill asked, "Are you hard, Pete? Are you stroking your hard cock?"

I remember watching my gorgeous wife take Bill's cock in her pussy and obviously enjoying every minute of it, the expression on her face then, the sounds she was making now, sensual, joyful, and satisfied.

"Yeah, Bill, I'm stroking my cock while you fuck my wife. Fuck her good, Bill! Fuck that pussy good, then send her home!" I demanded.

"You got it, bro!" Bill promised. I heard the phone tumble to the floor, but the sounds continued.

It was Mary's suggestion that we re-enact this event, only this time with a happier ending, so to speak. She thought it might help us with closure on a painful memory. It was certainly hot. I hadn't realized I had a voyeur streak in me, but listening to her now, as another man was fucking her, was extremely arousing. The fact that she knew I was listening and consented--I even encouraged her--was sensual and provocative to me on some primitive level. As if she were performing for me. In any case, she'd be home in under an hour, sweaty and used but ready to fuck her husband. I'd try to hold my orgasm in until then.

*****

"Bill's bringing a date?" Mary asked, shocked.

We lived in a small city known for a high-tech university. People (nerds) graduated but stayed in town, making the population very educated but socially retarded. Douchebag frat boys (of all ages, even old men) and entitled sorority sisters as far as the eye could see. There was also a stratification between natives, mostly craftsmen, laborers, and the degreed snobs who looked down on them. There are some very charming small towns in America, but this one held the stink of elitism to it.

Since Mary and I reconciled and continued our sexual encounters with Bill, a few notable things have resulted from it. We were seen with Bill in public more and more, and he was affectionate to Mary on occasion, but that only seemed to generate rumors about our relationship. People talked about us, stared, and pointed. Small-minded people spread gossip. For instance, Mary had the day off from class and met Bill at his office for lunch. I got an anonymous text even before she got home that they had been fucking behind my back, and I was a cuck husband. I showed it to her, and she laughed at first, commenting, "You are no cuck..."---then, more seriously--"Pete, you know it was just lunch, right?" she confirmed.

"Of course I do," I assured her, but the incident made us more cautious. The constant pressure of eyes on us was uncomfortable, at least.

Then there was the student incident.

Mary told me that after class, one student approached her, smirking and suggesting that since she liked cheating on her husband...

He tried to corner her, and she activated the "Blue Light" app on her phone. It's an anti-rape phone app where the victim keeps her thumb on the phone screen, and if contact is lost for a second, the campus police are summoned. It was enough to get him to back down. A call to the president of the college followed, and he was kicked out of the program, lost his dorm spot, and was last seen at a bus station.

Bill met him there. When I say "last seen"... well, you get the picture.

Bill, and to a point Mary, had a seemingly innate understanding of human nature. I, being more analytical, was often blind to the animal side of our personalities. The wolf in Bill knew he had to send a message to the pack, and after that event, the pack was more respectful.

The other ironic thing was Mary and I didn't have a repeat encounter with Bill. All of us seemed to have been changed, emerging more... whole. There were a few trysts between Mary and Bill, the last one you just heard, but only a few, as their hot desire for each other seemed to have cooled.

We had talked about it. I was OK with it now, and it just never seemed to be a priority for us.

I moved the revenge picture I had of Bill hanging in our garage to our basement. A while ago, I had caught Bill and Mary having an affair. My revenge was to have Mary take a picture of him sucking my cock and use that picture to taunt him.

Why make him suck my cock? I had idolized Bill, and he'd tease that my admiration was actually homosexual desire, even justifying his affair with my wife, Mary, as part of my (imagined) cuckold fantasy. It seemed poetic justice to turn the tables.

That humiliating picture of Bill seemed a more fitting revenge than if I made him surrender his prized monster truck to me or even kicked him out of our lives completely. Oh, and no, we're not gay.

Also, I think Bill, at least the wolf part of his brain, knew that rolling over and showing me his soft underbelly was akin to submitting to me, the pack leader. Bill did it twice more to be with Mary. I never asked him to, but in fact, I never felt jealous of him and Mary after that.

The only reason I was the "pack leader" was that Mary loved me. The power of a beautiful woman, right?

We used to utilize the basement room for TV and movie night, and it was our exercise room too. Having that picture there seemed to make changes subliminal for both of us. Well, Mary loved the audacious giant poster of naked Bill in our house. It got her motor running--that much was true. And Bill, the exhibitionist, loved coming over to work out under a giant picture of himself. That seemed to happen less and less recently, as Bill's life moved in a different direction than ours.

*****

Then one day Bill called out of the blue, and suggested we meet him in Tennessee for a resort weekend and distillery tours. Mary, of course, was thrilled, and since we were returning from Oregon that week anyway, it made sense to arrange a stopover.

We arrived at the resort early and were sipping fine bourbon in a lobby cafe when Bill's taxi arrived. He and a woman emerged.

"Bill's bringing a date?" Mary repeated, still not believing.

Bill and the woman walked up to us. She was the image of a young Dolly Parton, blonde and buxom, in her sequined jeans and denim vest. I did a double take--the resemblance was so striking.

She offered her hand. "Darla Parton," she said as she greeted us. Then, sighing, resigned, "Get it out of your system." The woman rolled her eyes. "I've been hearing it my whole life." Her Tennessee accent didn't spoil the illusion.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not much of a country music fan," I admitted, and Darla smiled. By the end of the evening, I would become addicted to her smile.

Bill told us about Darla. She was the youngest owner of a horse ranch and estate and one of the few females in that business. Her horses were famous for rodeos, shows, and even polo. Darla was the boss of dozens of trainers, cowboys, and roughnecks. When she spoke, her voice was calm, strong, and assured.

Darla was charming and stunningly beautiful, showing a fit physique, delicate feminine features, and warm, laughing eyes. She moved like a princess, back straight, eyes forward, with delicate grace and determination. She was easy to like. Mary quickly moved past the puzzlement and even the twinge of jealousy we both had felt that Bill would seemingly invite a fourth into our threesome.

As usual, Bill was pushing us both out of our comfort zones. We would soon find out how far he was willing to go.

Mary and I had anticipated a wild sexual weekend with Bill. As we like to do, we refrained from sex ahead of time, instead teasing and tempting each other but delaying any climax until the big night. The resort Bill picked offered secluded cabins and a discreet staff. And we would soon discover there was more.

After introductions and stowing our luggage, a car met us out front and whisked all four of us away to Bourbon Country. There, we sampled excellent food and even better whiskeys and bourbon, at several restaurants and two major distilleries. I was grateful for the car returning us to the resort, as even taking tiny sips, after a dozen different varieties of bourbon, aged from 10 years to 25, different grains, aging styles, barrels made from a variety of woods, heavenly stuff, I felt more than a slight buzz.

We arrived back at the resort by mid-afternoon. Bill suggested, "Go change into something comfortable and meet us in the garden in 30 minutes."

Waiting for us in our room were two luxurious full-length white robes, matching soft slippers, and two small medallions on leather strings. A small card accompanied each one, cream-colored and sporting fine gold calligraphy.

It read, "Welcome to the garden. This is your key. Discretion is assured and required. Clothing is discouraged."

I examined the small medallion. It was white plastic that looked like ivory., In the light, there was a tiny iridescent circle, but as you turned it, you could see an arrow pointing out from the center, like the symbol for a man, then a cross, the symbol for a woman, but they radiated from the center like hands of a clock, and there were several of them. Male, Female, Male, Male, Female, Female, etc. in the circle. We weren't sure what the medallions did, but Mary put one on my neck, and I returned the favor, pretending they were gold medals in the Olympics.

We stripped and donned the robes and slippers, and then left our room for the elevator. Mary looked incredibly sexy clutching her robe around her slinky nude body, and it was hard to keep my hands off her.

Once outside, Mary noticed a small white circle matching our medallion on the wall opposite our room, but with a single arrow pointing down the hall. We followed to an unmarked door, the symbol next to a plate on the wall. The door was locked, but Mary touched her medallion to the matching symbol on the wall, and the door opened.

Beyond the door was a private elevator. The door slid open silently as we approached. Mary and I entered, a tiny light on the doors turned from amber to green, and they closed behind us. There were no buttons. Gently, it began to ascend.

The doors slid open onto the rooftop. When viewed from the outside, it became evident that the entire top floor was a complete facade. The roof was a giant garden, with tables, and paths laid off in several directions, and there was a lazy river--we could see the steam rising as it twisted by.

Looking around, I saw several couples, many nude or carrying towels, appearing and disappearing from trails partially hidden by lush plants. There was a partial canopy overhead, with green vines and flowers hanging down, but it was open in spots to let in sunlight. It was amazing, so inviting and beautiful.

A pair of attendants approached, a man and a woman. She wore a black leather halter top that seemed to accentuate her breasts more than hide them and a short matching skirt. The man was shirtless and very fit, wearing a matching short kilt/loincloth; they both wore laced-up sandals.

The woman spoke first. "Welcome to the Garden, Mary and Pete. Most guests start with a relaxing swim in our river. The water is from a natural hot spring. New water arrives at 104 degrees and is refreshed every few hours. You will find the high mineral content naturally buoyant; it will relax and invigorate you." They took our robes, handed us each a large drink that smelled of rum, pineapple, and mango, and helped us into the water. Quickly, we found we could lean back easily. It was helpful that the cocktails were in containers that would float and not tip over.

Mary held my hand, and we floated naked down the river. I could feel hidden jets of water and bubbles propelling us around completely effortlessly. Soft, forest sounds followed us, with the quietest snips of conversations and even erotic encounters. We were relaxed almost immediately. I could see the attraction, floating naked, legs spread, watching as other naked couples drifted past. Each of us was exposed and not shy about checking out each other. After a while it was very comfortable, a little erotic, and lots of guys sported semi-hard dicks as they exited the water.

Bill was waiting for us at the end, muscular and naked--it seemed his natural state. The attendants brought us warm towels and fresh cocktails, and Bill led us over to where Darla waited, reclining on a wicker double lounge chair, like a wavy couch with no back. She had a towel draped over her, although it accentuated her figure more than anything. She looked up, smiling warmly, and invited Mary to join her. Bill and I sat nearby.

Bill started telling me how they'd met, and his exploring her ranch and the area. I tried to listen, but I was fascinated by the activity all around us. Young couples were everywhere, some kissing, getting massages, a small group nearby doing what looked like naked yoga, and some couples even engaged in obvious foreplay or outright sex. I watched a young man with a large cock pull it out of his girl's mouth and push her down onto all fours, moving behind her. They seemed to enjoy drawing attention to themselves. Two other couples observed from nearby, one woman openly stroking the hard dick of her partner.

All the naked bodies casually strolling around--it was extraordinary how wonderful simple public nudity felt. I took a deep breath and let my brain reset.

"... Not really a sex club, more geared to couples nudism and exhibitionism than swapping, as you can see. I think Mary will really enjoy her time here... It's her thing, you know," Bill was saying.

When he mentioned Mary, I glanced over only to see her and Darla sitting very close. They faced each other, taking turns whispering in each other's ears, lips grazing each other's cheeks, and occasionally one of them or the other would softly lick an earlobe or the lips of the other. I knew what Mary looked like as she was being seduced: it was happening. Mary had her hand on Darla's closest breast, idly tracing her fingertips along its perky curve, lightly brushing her nipple. Darla had her free hand high up Mary's inner thigh, slowly edging up, higher and higher.

Two beautiful women, unhurriedly and timidly explored new sexual grounds together. I found myself becoming erect just watching them and quickly glanced around to see if it was noticed. In fact, there were several men nearby with erections swinging free or else being stroked or kissed by their female partners. All sizes and shapes, with this audience I was completely normal.

I heard Bill's voice whispering in my ear: "... I'm selling my business and moving up here. Darla invited me to live with her at her ranch..." he explained, but I barely heard him, my attention was elsewhere.

Now, Mary had her hands on Darla's head, caressing her, and they were kissing passionately. Darla's hand was openly massaging Mary's pussy, making wet, sloppy sounds over her soft moaning. I looked around, and several couples had stopped to watch.

As far as I knew, Mary had never expressed any interest in a lesbian affair, but watching her now, I could see it wasn't the sex but the audience of voyeurs getting her aroused. I could hear people commenting on how sexy they looked and how hot it was to watch. I could see that Mary was encouraged, exposed, and shameless.

Mary gently pushed Darla back onto her elbows and took one of her nipples into her mouth, her other hand quickly finding Darla's pussy.

The seat Darla had selected was, in fact, near the center of this garden--not accidentally. It seemed both of them enjoyed showing off, as their soft cries and passionate murmurs drew appreciative comments from the gathered couples. Some would wander off to find a secluded area, and others quickly replaced them.

Darla's and Mary's passion seemed to reach a crescendo when they reluctantly pulled back, sitting up, exchanging gentle kisses and tender touches as they separated.

I turned to Bill, aghast, but he was grinning. "I knew Mary would like Darla!" he said, clapping me on the leg.

"Bill, did you set that up for Mary to push her out of her comfort zone?" I asked. It was insanely hot to watch, and I was still shocked that Mary was so aroused by another woman.

"I didn't bring her along to seduce Mary," Bill confessed. "She's here to seduce you."

Just then, Darla came over and took my hand, just as Bill sat next to Mary. He looked over at me. "You don't mind, do you?" he asked. I wasn't sure if he meant me or Mary, but it didn't matter. My wife leaned in and kissed him, passionately.

Bill turned to me, grinning.

"Pete! If you keep your head straight and stay cool, you are in for the best sex of your life!" he boasted, taking Mary's head into his hands and kissing her. "How's my hot lesbian whore? Need a man yet?" he teased her. Mary grabbed his cock and stroked it. "Oh, yes! YES!" she agreed as Bill pulled her close.

Darla led me to a nearby side path, close enough to see Mary and Bill, but out of the direct line of sight of most others. I heard Bill's voice: "Are you ready for my big cock, you wanton slut?!"

Mary replied, "Oh, god, yes! Give me that cock!"

*****

Darla wrapped her arms around me, pulling my body to hers, and kissed me, her tongue snaking past my lips and chasing mine instantly. I was incredibly turned on, but still in a mild state of shock. I have never expressed any interest in another woman, and Mary and I had never discussed it. Even as Bill and Mary's lust-filled voices carried over, me kissing another woman just felt wrong. I struggled to get used to the idea.

Ironic, right?

I felt Darla pull back a little, her eyebrow raised, as if wondering if I was even interested. She was so incredibly hot, so sexy, and naked in my arms; for any man, it was a dream come true.

I could hear Bill and Mary.

"You want my cock?" Bill growled.

"Yes," Mary begged,

"Tell me you want my fucking cock," he demanded.

"I want your big cock in me," Mary whined.

"Where do you want it?"

"In my pussy... I want your hard cock in my hot pussy," she nearly whimpered.

Mary's words were her tacit approval for me to fuck another woman, I guess, but her sexy voice reminded me that I wanted only her.

But I remembered Bill's admonishment from before: "Pete! If you keep your head straight and stay cool, you are in for the best sex of your life!"

He was right then, and I should listen to his counsel now. I took a deep breath. I looked into Darla's eyes which were a deep, brilliant green, warm, and now aroused.

I pulled her close, letting my passion and body take the lead. I ran my hands up her thighs, along her back, then eagerly played with her tits, massaging them, feeling her nipples harden under my touch. She responded in kind. I could feel my desire for her growing. Then she pulled back slightly.

"Get on your knees," she directed. Darla was dominant almost immediately. The contrast to my wife's role was stark. I hesitated.

"Pete, come over next to me." Darla smiled. It sounded like an order, disguised as a sweet request. She pointed down at her feet, seemingly to offer me a chance to kneel there. She then turned to look at me, as if she was inspecting a new stallion.

"I think I'll stand," I said, my last remaining self-respect weakly trying to exert itself. Darla leaned over and said quietly, "You'll beg me to kneel here before the night is through."

"Isn't that right, Bill?" she called out, not taking her eyes off me. Bill, in between grunts and demanding Mary take his cock, called back, "Yes, Darla!"

Then I heard Bill, taking full advantage of the situation:

"Say that you want me in your pussy!"

"Please, please fuck my pussy!" Mary replied. She was having the time of her life.

Why was I holding back?

I knelt, obeying her.

She stood up, and all of a sudden my mouth was at her wet pussy lips, and I began to lick. Tentatively at first, and then as I felt my arousal begin to grow, I attacked it hungrily. Licking her clit and then taking it in my mouth, I start sucking it and sticking my tongue inside her pussy as far as possible. I licked and nibbled at her pussy, my hands sliding up her thighs to squeeze and massage her riding-toned ass. I slipped a finger into her wetness, manipulating it, feeling the heat, and then traced back to her tight little pucker, rubbing my fingertip in lazy circles around it.

"Oh, Pete, honey!" She cried out, "You are such a bad boy!" But she moved to provide me more access. Eating pussy was my thing, and I would enjoy the next few minutes, making her squeal and cry out, her body trembling and unsteady.

Darla's legs began to quiver, and she braced herself on my shoulders to prevent falling backward before pushing my head away and nodding to the nearby recliner. We moved to the lounge, and she laid me down, spreading my legs.

"My turn, hot stuff!" she informed me. Darla didn't ask- Her aggression was a big turn-on.

Sucking my cock into her mouth, her head bobbing with long, deep strokes, even deep-throating me. Alternating by pulling my dick nearly clear, then teasing me with licks and nibbles around the head and under the glans. Cupping my balls with one hand, she reached down with her tongue and licked the sensitive spot on the underside. I began to moan and pump my hips in response to her sucking. She was surprisingly good, her lips and tongue working sensual magic on my dick and balls and the inside of my thighs, and I could feel her fingertips exploring me, lightly teasing my ass like feathers. I spread my legs, without even thinking, offering her access.

Darla remarked, "What a tasty, eager fuckboy you are!"

Suddenly my cock was out of her warm mouth. I felt her suck my balls one at a time, then nibble my sack down to the edge of my taint. I felt her wet finger sliding up and down my ass crack, making me jump.

Darla giggled, then I felt my ass cheeks being spread apart and a breeze of hot breath on my asshole. I shuddered and almost melted as her tongue began to lick and rim my ass. I could feel the tip of her tongue gently circle my virgin hole and slowly penetrate just the outer edge. I gasped, feeling exposed but incredibly aroused. Suddenly, I desperately wanted it to continue.

"Oh, you like that? Is that sweet little boy pussy ready for more?" she cooed.

I glanced around--people were watching Bill and Mary, but several looked in our direction. I felt exposed and unmanly, as people looked at me, naked, with my legs in the air. I felt helpless, unmasked, like when someone learns a dark secret about you, and for a moment, I wanted to hide, to cover up. But Darla was strong, and she easily held me down.

Just then, I heard a woman's voice, referring to Bill: "He's fucking someone's wife, do you see that?" Even though we were in what was essentially a sex club, hearing that made my face burn with shame. Was I a weak husband? Did they think that? I started to wonder if I should get up and find Mary. Then Darla got my undivided attention again.

Darla's tongue was quickly replaced by her well-lubed finger. I could feel cold lubrication being applied to my hole. I don't know where it came from, she must have had a stash nearby. She gave me no time to think. However, she returned her attention to my behind. Gently her finger wriggled into my ass. I don't know how I held back from coming right there.

"You like it? I can tell by how your cock swells up and throbs, your body doesn't lie," she told me. "I'll make you hanker for a good ass fucking, my slutty little Honey Boy," she informed me. I wasn't sure if it was a threat.

Or a promise.

I was about to protest when a second finger was added, stretching my muscular hole. It felt incredible. I was lost in the new, intense feeling and yielding to her skills, my body seemingly begging for an ass-fucking, even as my brain told me it was wrong. A man shouldn't feel these things, should he? But it was undeniable, the sensation of being violated, stimulated. I was so aroused by her teasing. A third finger joined in, probing and twisting, exploring my depths. I moaned, "Yes... yes," almost involuntarily.

I heard a woman nearby say, "That woman is totally dominating her little sissy man!" and a man snorted in reply. At this point, I didn't care. Own me, demean me, but don't stop what you're doing! I thought.

I could feel my arousal start to peak, but suddenly the fingers were removed. I almost cried out in disappointment despite myself.

In a moment of clarity, and reclaiming lost dignity, I guess, I stood up and got behind Darla. I didn't want these people to see me climax from anal stimulation. I pushed her over onto all fours and moved behind her, positioning my achingly hard dick at her wet entrance.

"I guess I finally got you all fired up!" she commented. Wiggling her ass to tempt me.

I pushed in, a little rough. Darla, true to form, responded by saying, "Woo-wee! Fuck me, cowboy!!" And fuck her I did, roughly pounding my cock into her wet cunt, pulling her hips to me each time. "Fuck me, stud! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!!" I felt her pussy contract around my dick, her body pushing back against mine harder and harder. "I'm coming! Fuck! I'm coming!" she proclaimed.

I was incredibly aroused, but maybe because of the people nearby, I didn't climax even as I felt Darla's orgasm take her.

Maybe it was more. It was a new feeling for me, a new pussy, a new woman. I hadn't touched my dick in days in anticipation of this weekend, but here, with Darla, I found I was getting high, close to orgasm, but it just would not crest. I mean, Darla was incredibly sexy and eager, but she was no Mary. It didn't stop me from giving her another powerful orgasm.

After her climax, Darla pulled forward, panting and letting my cock drop free, she wiggled her ass at me, and cooed, "Good work, city boy! Feel like moving it up a notch?"

She had me lie back, straddled me facing my feet, impaled herself on my cock, and started playing with my lubed and slick asshole again. There was something about the way she did it that made me feel passive and compliant, just to lay back and enjoy the sweet, if alien, sensations from my backside. This time mounting me reverse Amazon style, her pussy swallowing my dick over and over, and she was slowly fucking me. She lifted my legs up, completely exposing me to anyone who walked by, her hips rising and falling, her pussy stroking my cock. The position made me feel submissive, and even though the embarrassment was mortifying, I was a slave to the pleasure she was giving me. It was somehow liberating to abandon any pretense of honor or dignity, I was surprised to learn.

Then I felt something bigger pushing against my hole. A firm pressure, a little burning pain, then it slid past my resistance, and I felt this feeling of fullness, stretching my insides. I looked down. Darla had produced a double-ended dildo, one designed for a woman's pleasure, not just a giant sausage, but a penis in each direction, optimally angled for each recipient, and a center fitted with a harness. She pushed it into me deeply, filling my insides, and then she quickly stood up and moved between my legs. It happened so fast that there was no consent, no time for me to think. I was about to get fucked.

While one end was still inside me, she quickly let the "top" end slide into her pussy and secured the harness to her hips. Darla let out a little moan of pleasure, then a lusty, "Are you ready, fuckboy?"

Normally, it would be hard enough for me to allow this violation of my manhood in private--I was shocked that I passively allowed it while strangers were watching, my cheeks burning red with shame and humiliation. As her strong body slid the dildo in and out of my ass, I realized there was an erotic component to being degraded and subordinate. I felt it; it was new and different. I decided to go along, for now.

The dildo's length and girth weren't much bigger than my own dick, but it filled me completely. The feeling wasn't uncomfortable, and after I relaxed, it was wonderful, and I didn't want it to stop. Darla continued pumping it in and out of my ass, evidently, the "top" side giving her as much pleasure as I was feeling. She grunted with the effort and the pleasure.

"Uh, oh yeah, fuckboy, take my cock! Feel it stretch your sissy hole!" she jeered even as she pleasured me. "Confess that you love getting fucked, admit it, cockslut!"

Her rhythm increased, and I pushed back more. I could feel the cold hardness press against my sphincter as I took the entire cock into my hungry ass. She would slap my buttock and yell, "Woop!" as I humped her back and ground my ass into her, like a wanton slut. Was she right? Was I secretly lusting for a man?

The mental image of the violation of my asshole and the stimulation of my prostate was intense. Again, I didn't feel like I was reaching a climax, but I did feel my balls tighten up and my cock began to throb with each of her strokes, and when she bottomed out, a squirt of semen shot from my cock. Over and over again, until I thought I would pass out. She pounded harder as she saw this as a sign I was close until there were several white sticky streaks across my abdomen.

By now some of the couples that had been watching Bill and Mary, wandered over to us. I didn't have the exhibitionism fetish that Mary had and felt my face still red with embarrassment, but I wanted Darla to continue fucking me.

"That's it, sissy boy! Take my load right up your slut ass," she sneered.

I was being the passive partner as Darla took the dominant role. Her body raised and lowered, and she plunged that dildo into me slowly but powerfully. She held me down, in the Amazon position, dominating me, owning me, and I willingly submitted, even as strangers peeked in and watched Darla take my anal virginity. The humiliation, exposure, and steady stream of voyeurs just seemed to make things more surreal, and easier to submit to her.

Moaning slightly, she pushed it into my asshole harder. My virgin hole was making squishing sounds as her pubic bone pressed against my butt cheeks.

"You love my cock in your ass, don't you?" Darla mocked me, "Yeah, I'm fucking your ass, sissy boy!"

I let her taunts go unanswered, fearing what I might confess if I were to reply. Perhaps ashamed to say it out loud.

I couldn't deny the intoxicating rush I felt by surrendering, my body trembling on the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm. Despite the flush of embarrassment, I was powerless to resist, overwhelmed by the shocking intensity of pleasure from such a taboo stimulation. What did it mean? Was I tumbling down a path that would be inescapable, that I would forever crave?

I was openly submitting to an ass-fucking while a man, a real man, used my wife like a slut only a few feet away.

Darla pushed into me deeply. With a loud grunt, I started ejaculating hot jets of semen pumped out of my swollen cockhead, a pulse, and tremor each time her dildo touched my prostate. Every time she pushed deep into me, I'd never felt an orgasm like this before in my life, not a giant explosion, but many little tingles shaking my body, followed by a hot squirt of semen shooting over my chest. Nor had I ever felt so humiliated and completely submissive. It added to my mental arousal in ways I never expected. As I sheepishly looked at my panting and exhausted dominant lover, she just grinned back. In total exhaustion and mentally confused, I collapsed onto the lounge.

Then something woke me up from my passive state: Have you ever been in a crowd or party, and there's a roar of voices, a blurry din of noise, and you can barely hear the words of someone right next to you? Then suddenly, you hear your wife's voice clearly and distinctly, even from across the room, like, "... stay away from me, or I'll get my husband," Then suddenly that's the only voice you can hear. Your senses are on edge, completely focused on the one person. What happened next was like that.

Even though I had ejaculated, and Darla was still fucking my ass, her eyes were lost in her own pleasure and milking my cock like a stud horse, when I heard Mary's voice, "Yes! I want all the cocks to fuck me!"

Time froze. Those words rang in my head. It didn't sound right. Fuck! I'd been completely oblivious to what was happening around me. I pushed a surprised Darla off me and got up, walking past the voyeurs watching me get my ass reamed to the couch where Bill was still fucking Mary.

At least four men were standing there; two were with women, and two were single. They all had erections, big ones. The attendants were directing new arrivals to avoid the area, and one attendant was trying to get at least one of the single men to leave. I could read the situation in an instant. Voyeurs were encouraged in the garden, but gang rape by a mob was not. I pushed through the others and came up to the couch. Bill was pounding his cock into Mary's pussy furiously; spit and sweat covered them both. Bill was in his zone.

"You'll suck every cock up here, slut! Won't you!" Bill taunted her. "Any stranger! All of them! On your knees, until each one fills your cheating slut mouth!"

"Yes! I'm your slut! I'll suck cocks for you! Strangers, friends, all of them!" she begged.

"Is that whoring pussy ready for a bigger cock? More cocks?" Bill demanded.

"Yes! Yes! Anything!" Mary pleaded. "Cover me with hot, sticky cum!"

"Look at that big one!" Bill indicated towards a young man standing there, stroking a very substantial cock while he smirked and watched. With his fist around it, the exposed part alone was bigger than mine. He showed it off proudly.

"You do want it, don't you, slut! You know you do. You want to feel its thickness with your hands, you want to taste it in your mouth, and then you want it stretching your tight little cunt, isn't that right?"

"Yes! Yes! It's so big! Anything!" Mary agreed.

"You want to show me how well you suck it?" Bill pushed her.

"Yes! I want to suck his big cock for you!" Mary pleaded.

"I'm going to make you come, slut! Then you're going to suck my cock while he fucks your cunt! After he fills your cunt with his hot cream, another cock will take his place! Your pussy and ass are going to be fucked raw and filled with cum! Suck every cock clean, slut!"

The man with the big cock moved closer, and the second single man stepped in behind him.

"Yes! Yes! Anybody! All the cocks! Anything! I want them all! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Mary pleaded.

This was extreme even for Bill, offering Mary's body to strangers even as they watched and gathered. He had Mary in a state of abject subjugation, complete erotic surrender. Bill thrived off being an exhibitionist, showing off, and exposing Mary. This place was like a match to his gasoline ego. He was drunk with sexual power, not aware of the situation around him. A larger crowd was gathering. The attendants were close to losing control.

I stepped in, putting my hand on Bill's arm, and pulling him off Mary. He looked at me angrily and was puzzled for an instant before recognizing me. Then he looked around and rapidly understood the situation was a powder keg, nearly ready to explode. He looked down at Mary. In his zeal for pushing her boundaries, he nearly went too far, risking hurting her or worse. He pulled out, his wet cock slipping out of my wife's used pussy, and a river of semen and frothy scum followed.

"No, no, no!" I heard Mary say, her pussy now empty as Bill backed away. Her legs splayed out, her knees bent up, I could see thick cum running down her pussy lips, and white rivulets rolled out of her and down towards her ass.

Mary seemed possessed, her hips even now rising and falling against a phantom lover. She looked around, bewildered, and then her eyes focused on me, and I saw the sudden recognition, followed by awareness.

I took her by the hand, and she rose unsteadily, putting her arm around me for support, and I pulled her in close.

Darla came over, stroking the dildo between her legs like a hard dick; the image was crazy erotic. She pushed past me to kiss Bill and asked, "Are you ready for the grand finale, stud?" and pulled him on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist. Holding Mary, I made my escape.

I led Mary to a more private couch nearby and laid her down. She looked up at me, sweaty, disheveled, and dizzy. "Pete? What's happening?" she asked weakly.

I gently moved between her legs, my stiff cock sliding into her hot pussy easily. "I know what you need, baby," I told her.

"Oh, OH! Pete! What are you doing?"

I pulled her legs up and started to fuck my wife. Even as I moved my cock in and out of her well-used pussy I had an epiphany.

It all came to the forefront of my brain at once. When I caught her cheating, I let it go. Then, because of her lingering lust for Bill, I'd agreed to share her with him, then I let Darla seduce me so Bill could fuck my wife, then I took it up the ass so Mary and Bill could be together. Each time, I was showing weakness, and on some deep primitive level, Mary felt it.

No longer. She craved a wolf, a pack leader.

Stimulating her body wasn't enough. Her mind, her emotions--she was a woman who needed it all: protection and excitement. But not two lovers, not Bill and I, yin and yang, an animal and a poet. Instead, what she needed, what she desired, was a poet who could be an animal.

Or, maybe just a man, the one man among many she selected to love and marry. I needed to be the pack leader she saw me as, only now smarter, too smart to share her. She was too precious, too valuable to me. I was hungry for her, greedy for her and her alone. Ravenously I took her for myself, and myself alone.

"What am I doing? Fucking my whore wife!" I said. "How many cocks did you suck tonight?" I demanded. "Sucking a stud's cock while other men watched and waited their turn? A hot little slut on her knees, and a line of hard men waiting for her insatiable mouth?"

I started to pound her furiously; all the denial, pent-up arousal--suddenly everything felt right.

I was finally fucking the right woman, and I was the right man to do it.

"Everyone saw your pussy! They saw one cock after another fill it with seed! Did they all fuck you? Did they all empty their nuts into your slut-wife pussy?" I accused and exposed her, knowing what she wanted to hear.

Mary looked shocked, disbelieving. I'd been listening to her body, and now I needed to listen to her desires, her erotic fantasies, and make them ours--that's what I'd been missing.

"Kiss me, you fucking whore!" I demanded, sticking my tongue down her throat. "Rub your pussy! Fuck my cock! Work for this climax!" I demanded.

I felt her fingers rubbing her pussy around my cock, then she grabbed the slick, sticky shaft and fucked herself with it, even as I pounded her.

She smiled at me, understanding at last.

She lifted her wet fingers and pushed them into my mouth, and I sucked them clean and then spat them out angrily before crushing her lips against mine in a passionate kiss.

"Can you taste my hot lover's seed?" She sneered at me, playfully.

"For the last time!" I snarled back, pounding her harder and harder.

"Are you as ready as I am?" she urged. As a response, I drove my cock into her savagely.

"Oh god, oh fuck, oh god, don't stop, please don't stop!" she howled, her eyes a frenzy of need and desire.

She was not passive now, no longer a ragdoll fucktoy. She actively rode me back, her legs pulling my body to her, her mouth on mine or biting my ear, sucking my nipple, her hands roaming my muscles, her fingers squeezing my balls.

"Fuck me, you animal! Fuck your slut!" she demanded,

I felt myself climaxing, my cock throbbing, my balls emptying into her cunt. I realized I never felt the build-up or the peak; this orgasm hit me like a truck!

"Ugh! Ugh! Take that cum, slut!" I grunted.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Come into me!" Mary pleaded.

Still ejaculating, I pulled out and flipped her around, pushing my pulsing, squirting dick into her face, covering her with hot semen, then shoving my cock into her mouth.

"You want to taste your pussy on my cock, don't you? Isn't that right? My slut!" I demanded.

"Mmm, mmm," Mary gagged, even as she forced my dick deeper in her mouth, her other hand tugging at my balls.

"That feels so good! Rub my swollen balls like a good little whore!"

"Taste your cheating cunt on my cock, slut! Suck that cum off that cock!"

She licked and sucked my cock, then licked my thighs and balls hungrily. I looked up, and a few couples had wandered by to watch. I turned her head so she could see them.

"Show them what a slut you are!" I ordered. "That's it, whore, lick it up like the slut you know you are."

Mary responded by pushing me back and licking and kissing up my body until our lips met again, and then we kissed, our tongues exploring wildly.

Mary pushed me back, both of us panting, taking a moment to catch our breath. Then she looked at me, her eyes flashing evilly, and flipped around, her body lying on mine. Only this time, instead of her feeling her mouth on my cock, she hooked her arms under my legs, rotating my hips up, and I felt her hot mouth trace from my smooth balls to my ass. She started eating my ass! I mean, she'd rimmed me before, but this was different, wild and relentless. My toes curled from the electric sensations she gave me.

I looked up and saw her wet pussy, but I had other plans. I pushed her legs out and stuck my tongue into her anal pucker, pulling her hips as close to my face as I could. We were in this perfect anal 69, a feedback loop of taboo sexual arousal.

I felt my climax building, so I broke away, pulling her head up to mine and kissing her again.

Mary looked at me, grinning. "Are you ready for the fuck of your life, stud?" Then she leaned in, adding, "Are you man enough to take me?"

"You know I am," I growled.

Then I turned her over, telling her, "Are you ready to show all these people your virgin asshole?"

Mary whimpered, "Mmm, hm!"

"What?" I pushed her.

"I want you in my ass," she begged.

I pulled her hair. "Louder!" I demanded. I kicked her knees apart, exposing her. She moaned in pleasure.

"Say it!"

"Fuck my virgin asshole," she said. I looked up and saw that Darla and Bill had rejoined us. Darla grinned and tossed me a tiny packet--it was lube. I bit the seal off and squeezed it over my cock.

"Say it!" I repeated.

"Fuck my virgin ass," she purred. I started to massage the oil into her, gently slipping a finger past her tight muscular ring. She moaned with pleasure.

"Make me believe you want it!" I ordered.

"Please! Fuck my virgin asshole," she begged. Her hole was so tight, I didn't think my cock would fit. I eased a second finger in, then massaged the oil in, my fingers slowly pumping in and out, feeling her begin to relax.

I leaned in close and whispered, "Say it!" Then I whispered, "Tell all these people watching."

Now, she was moaning in pleasure, submissive, her hips pushing back against my fingers.

"Please, husband, own me completely! Take everything! Take your slut's virgin hole!" she cried, desperately.

Mary started to squirm and cry out softly as I violated her most taboo zone, but her body responded eagerly. She was ready. I moved between her legs, my cock positioned at her waiting entrance. I pushed.

She gasped in pain and surprise. I paused, then after a few seconds, I felt the head of my cock pop past her ring of muscle, eliciting another gasp.

"Yes... I want it- I want it now!" she moaned.

Then, she pushed her hips against mine, taking my cock in deep. Physically, it felt different than a pussy, with the thick muscular ring and then the soft, hot, feathery interior. But mentally, it was almost overwhelming. The taboo violation of her last secret: she gave herself to me completely and totally. Absolutely exposed, Mary grinned at me as I heard a gasp from people nearby. I started to pump my cock in and out of her slowly.

It didn't take long after my earlier explosive climax. This time my arousal felt more organic, more emotional. My climax approached quickly. I used one hand to reach around and massage her hard button clit, even as I pushed my dick in deeper and deeper.

I felt my climax approaching, this time more gradually but inevitably; I could not delay or stop it. I slowed down, sliding in and pulling out, even as her body shook and writhed in exquisite erotic frustration.

I could hold back no longer. I slid my cock in as deep as possible, then climaxed, my thick shaft throbbing and pumping her full of my seed. She rubbed her clit furiously until she climaxed with me still inside her. The joint orgasm surged through us, a profound ecstasy, restoring our marital bonds. My sweet wife.

I held her close until my softening dick slipped out of her. I kissed her gently. She said, "I love you, husband!"

I grinned and replied, "Of course you do; you have no choice." She punched me in the arm gently and smiled contentedly.

After catching our breath, we took a long, relaxing soak in the lazy river while holding hands, and then made our way back to our room for a restful night of sleep. We had many things to discuss, but there was time for that later.

*****

In the early hours, I found myself awake, Mary curled up next to me. The soft rising and falling of her breathing was like comforting music, punctuating the approaching sunrise. My butt felt a little sore- I chuckled to myself and thought, No way I'm doing that again!

I thought about irony. By letting go, and allowing Darla, a strange woman to dominate and humiliate me, I finally understood what my own wife was asking for all this time. Bill wasn't better in bed than me, but he did make Mary feel like the center of his entire world. He honed her desire, lust, and even fear to a fine point and was relentless in demanding she expose her deepest secrets. A paradox truly, as a strong, intelligent woman like Mary would only allow herself to be vulnerable, baring her soul to a man she trusted absolutely.

As the sun rose, I noticed an envelope pushed through the door. Curious, I examined it. It was a letter thanking us for staying and a memory card from a camera. I never saw any cameras in the garden--this would make interesting viewing later.

That morning, we had breakfast with Bill and Darla. The garden, the night before, felt like a distant dream as mundane concerns and routine daily hubbub flooded in. Afterwards, we said our goodbyes. It was a happy moment, as we realized we each needed to break free from the shadows of our past lives. A moment of growth. We exchanged the typical hurried thanks for the weekend, wishes for safe travel, and promises to keep in touch.

Even as they were inviting us to their ranch for the holidays, we all knew our lives were going in disparate directions.

As we watched Bill and Darla drive off, Mary suggested we send them that giant picture of naked Bill for Christmas. I loved that idea, marking the end of one chapter of our adventures.

Perhaps not the end of the story, though.