A New Bride's Confession

The confession that features in this story is told almost exactly as it happened, from a time before my wife and I were married. The beach scene happened soon after. For sure I will be elaborating on the original events... it is, after all, a story for literotica and the main directive has to be to make it erotic. The result is very much a Loving Wives story, so read on if that sounds interesting to you.

One note... the singer that I'll be mentioning is real, and truly very famous. I will be making up a (possibly silly) pseudonym.

Chapter One

My wife May is of Chinese descent. She was born in San Francisco and is wholly American in attitude and spirit. But to look at she is all Asian, small and very pretty.

We had dated since our mid twenties, when we met as competitors on a major advertising account. May is smart, driven and fairly merciless when it comes to corporate ladder climbing. Basically I had no chance to win the account, but I could tell that she liked me so after I had graciously admitted defeat, I asked her out.

Two dinners and a movie was all it took - we fucked on the second date. It quickly became apparent to me that May usually got what she wanted. Nothing seemed able to stop her... least of all me. But I'd dated dominant women before, so I used what I'd learned that first time I was in her bed. Although she was the aggressor in sex, I used my weight and size advantage to pin her down, restrain her as best I could, and then fuck the living daylights out of her. It was the most combative, sweaty, raucous sex session I'd ever had - and she fucking loved it. We both did. We've been a couple ever since.

Those first few months we fucked a lot. Often, when we weren't actually having sex, we were talking about it - learning what turned each other on, and a little delve into each other's pasts. I always felt that she was probably downplaying the level of her experiences, but - like most guys - I could never really tell for sure. She eventually admitted that she had recently discovered an appreciation for porn, apparently thanks to a neighbor (which in itself is probably a story that I'd like to hear, but one that I haven't even now).

Back then it was necessary to go to a grimy store and buy VHS tapes in brown paper bags, so we would sometimes get drunk enough to do that together. I'd always let her pick, hesitant as I was to give too much away by choices of my own. Initially I think that she held back too, mainly picking lesbian movies or one on one boy/girl. We would try and act out what we were watching or make comments on the various attributes of the talent. I'd appreciate a girl's tight ass and would swiftly get countered by May whispering about the guy's cock. Our first threesome scene instigated a conversation that detailed something that we had only briefly touched on in our tentative explorations of each others sexual history.

Clearly very turned on by what we were watching, she wanted more details of the two MFF threesomes that I had previously alluded to. Both were with past girlfriends and friends of theirs. One was a lot more satisfying than the other, but I re-told them in such a way as to turn May on with any new information as best I could.

I really wanted a chance to hear more about the one threesome that she had admitted to, and get any details I could about whether she was the extra girl, or if maybe she was the adventurous girlfriend bringing in another for her guy to enjoy. Obviously if it was the latter, this brought up hopes in me for a similar situation to repeat itself. But by the time I was done with my stories, she was fucking me in high gear and needed no further inspiration. Once we had both cum, the movie was turned off and I had lost my chance to get more details. I'd need to look for another opportunity.

May always kept our sex interesting, and somehow weeks went by and I hadn't heard anything further about her threesome. It was beginning to drive me a little crazy as our wedding approached and I still had no details of possibly the most exciting sexual experience of her life. We got married on a chilly April day and immediately left for our honeymoon on St. Maartin. I had read that the weather there at that time of year was awesome, and that most of the beaches allowed nudity, which I thought was also pretty awesome.

Our first full day there we headed to Orient Beach where we enjoyed the view and a couple of cocktails. I took great pleasure in watching May get tipsy and then topless, drawing stares from all the guys and most of the women. But like most nude beaches, the nudists were among the last that you'd actually choose to see naked. This was not going to be the scene of an epic new sexual experience. Having said that, I was thoroughly enjoying showing May off and she was obviously loving her exhibitionism so by the time we got back to our hotel room, we were both horny as fuck.

We spent the next few days exploring, drinking and having great sex. A second visit to Orient Beach provided a little more in the way of eye candy and we both got aroused by being around naked people. May went topless again, and as a result seemed especially playful when we got back to our room, asking me if I got turned on watching a fairly hot girl getting naked right in front of us. I knew that it was pointless to deny - the girl was pretty fucking sexy and had doubtless shown off for our benefit. But I realized that it may have given me the opening that I had been waiting for.

"Erm yeah, of course. She put on a good show," I replied. May snaked her hand over my hardening cock, but remained silent. I took the opportunity to follow up...

"Did you enjoy watching her too?" I asked, pushing the conversation towards any possible lesbian anecdotes.

"Absolutely," she whispered in response.

"Yeah?" I was now whispering too. "You got turned on?"

She remained silent again, but was now jacking me off slowly. I decided to push further...

"Did you want to touch her?"... again silence, but more hand movement. I felt like we were covering new ground here and I had to tread carefully.

"If you say yes, I'd think that was fucking hot," I said, hoping to re-assure her into telling me of her past experience.

"Hmmm.. ok, yes. I did want to touch her... I'm fantasizing about her right now."

Fuck.. Bingo! And now the big question... time to roll the fucking dice man... time to get her to tell you what you want to know...

"Did you ever? Have you ever kissed another girl? Touched one... tasted one? Made her cum?" I figured I'd get it all out in the open now in case I ejaculate anytime soon, which was becoming a distinct possibility. I felt sure that I was about to get details of her threesome. My excitement was overwhelming.

She tentatively spoke, "Hmmm, not really no. I made out with a couple of girls in college, but not really gone any further..."

Dammit, what a disappointment! Well, I guessed that both girls had just paid attention to the guy. But I'd come this far - guessing wasn't good enough.

"Really? Even during your threesome? You didn't touch the other girl?"

A long pause...

"Erm... no. It wasn't that kind of threesome..."

Chapter Two

I had been so taken aback by her answer that I hadn't had the presence of mind to follow up. I felt stupid for assuming, threatened by the reality, turned on by the thought and totally confused. To think that my bride of less than a week just told me that she'd been fucked by two guys at the same time, and apparently hadn't thought that it was worth mentioning until now!

I had tried to act cool, but my utter failure to come up with an appropriate response probably gave away how disturbed I actually was. We kissed, but the conversation had ended.

The next morning there was a gulf between us. I didn't mean for it to be there. I wasn't mad at her - I just didn't know how I really felt. I was confused and a little disturbed and try as I might to act naturally, I was failing. Obviously she could sense this, and at first seemed to be sensitive to my mood. However, that didn't last long and she soon became annoyed.

"Ok - what the fuck? Are you going to be a dick to me all day or can we go out and enjoy our honeymoon?" she demanded.

May had obviously decided that, in a relationship, it was best to never show weakness. She had come out strong and aggressive. She might weigh all of 105 lbs., but I was no match.

"No babe, I'm sorry. I just...." I said stupidly. Why the fuck am I apologizing?

I stood there dumbfounded, and must have looked like the most woeful puppy dog.

She seemed to relent a little,

"Look, why do you have to be weird about this? Nothing has changed. You're acting like you're pissed at me for something, when I did nothing you haven't done..."

I countered with an unconvincing,

"Yeah, but.."

"What? That when you did a threesome it was with two girls, so you think that mine should have been too? Is that it? Why would it have been? I never said it was, so why are you so fucking weird about it now? And anyway, I only did it once. You've had two of them!"

"Yeah yeah I know, I know. I'm sorry, it just took me by surprise. I guess...." My train of thought petered out. I was trying to figure out a way to present a ridiculous but persistent opinion:

that good girls that did FFM's and that only total sluts did MMF's. Clearly this was going to be better left unsaid.

I opted to shut the fuck up, and open my arms to her. She smiled and accepted my peace offering. Hugging me back she mused,

"As I see it, we can approach this in one of two ways. Your choice." She looked up at me, and I nodded.

"We can either never mention this again, or, if you prefer, we can treat it like everything else that we've already told each other..."

I raised an eyebrow, fully aware of what this meant but asking for an explanation nonetheless.

She knew what I was doing, but understood that I wanted her to say it.

"If you're willing to hear it, I'll tell you everything in as much detail as you can handle. You just might enjoy it baby..." she reassured me.

I instinctively knew that the first option was out of the question in so many ways. We were going with option two, wherever that might lead us.

I decided to try and sound more confident than I felt. "Oh we're going with the second option baby, absolutely."

"Ok then," she giggled mischievously. "Strap in. This could get a little choppy."

Chapter Three

She turned and went to make coffee. Apparently the conversation was over for the time being. This suited me just fine as I still didn't really feel comfortable with how to handle this. But a distinct tingling in my testicles told me that there was a huge amount of potential here - both for being turned on, and possibly for being uncomfortably jealous also. Either way, any further discussion should best be had when we were naked, in bed and possibly a little drunk. That meant this evening at the earliest.

The day dragged by - at least as much as a day in a tropical paradise could drag. That morning we went to a butterfly farm, then had a great lunch at a beachside grill. In the afternoon we hit a casino for a couple of hours, which got the alcohol ball rolling. By the time we got back to our room for an afternoon nap, we were nicely buzzed and she seemed to be in a great mood. I was still tense and nervous. I couldn't wait to hear more, but was filled with trepidation. All day long I had been obsessing on what I might hear my pretty new bride tell me of her sexual past - a past that I had thought I knew well enough. Apparently I had missed a big fucking feature. It was approaching 24 hrs of the same questions rattling around my brain...

How does a nice girl get herself fucked by two guys at the same time?

Who were these guys?

When did this happen?

Did you enjoy it?

Shit - was the best sex you've ever had, including everything that you've ever done with me?

Do you fantasize about it.. maybe about doing it again?

How the fuck can I ever compete with this?

So many turbulent thoughts, I could hardly get my head straight. It seemed to take forever to get her to come to bed, where perhaps she knew the inevitable was going to happen. I was going to ask her to tell me everything.

She pre-empted me. Her head resting on my shoulder, she spoke quietly with an abnormally husky voice,

"You want to know babe? You want my...." she paused for effect, "... my confession?"

I was about to say that maybe I thought so, but then realized that indecision might piss her off.

"Yes. I'd like to hear all about it... no more secrets."

Turns out that she didn't much like that either.

"It was never a secret. I just hadn't got around to it yet. I never lied about it or hid it from you, I just knew that it had to be the right time. Anyway, I still don't really know what you want to hear, so why don't you ask me exactly what it is that you want to know?"

Damn. She seemed a bit pissed already. I had to tread carefully if this was going to go anywhere good. I knew that she hadn't done anything particularly wrong. I knew I didn't marry a virgin, but I couldn't help the feeling that somehow this should put me on the higher moral ground. I had to dispel that notion if I was to get anywhere. I decided to play by her rules by asking questions, and trying not to sound judgmental.

"When did this happen?" I thought was an ok place to start. I was quietly praying that it was a long time ago.

"Right after my relationship with Jeremy ended. Actually a little earlier... technically I was still his girlfriend."

FUCK! That was right before we started dating!! Jeremy was her boyfriend right before me.

I tried to remain calm but knew that this was going to turn into a bigger deal than I had anticipated. Since the fallout of this very conversation might be a total shitshow, I remained focused on getting as much information now as possible. My chest tightened....

"So it was with Jeremy... and one of his buddies?' I ventured.

She gave me a slight shrug. "No babe. He wasn't involved."

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit I thought to myself.

I needed more. "So you mean... if you were still technically his girlfriend, then you were cheating on him then?"

"You could look at it that way, but since I broke up with him right after it happened I don't really see that I was cheating..."

"Hmmmm," I wasn't so convinced about that, but ok.

"So who were these guys? Did you know them before? Do you still know them now?" That last bit was panicky but I couldn't help myself.

"Ok - relax babe. I'll tell you anything you want to know, but don't get all worked up... it's really not a big deal."

Yeah right, sure it isn't... I quietly thought to myself.

"You know that I'm friends with Amadeo Giovanni right? He was in town to do a couple of shows and he invited me to dinner the night before the first show. He invited Jeremy too but he had to work late."

"You fucked Amadeo?!?!?" I said in utter disbelief.

She laughed. "No silly. He is not attractive. I went to the dinner and there was a huge table set up for us in the back room of a very nice restaurant in midtown. There must have been 25 or 30 people at it. Amadeo was super sweet and introduced me to everyone and I found myself sitting next to one of his two bodyguards. Now, this guy was hot and I immediately felt a connection. He was just in town for the two shows, and since I was looking for a way out of my thing with Jeremy, I realized that he might be..... hmmmm, just the push that I needed I guess. He was definitely into me, and after a few glasses of wine and a lot of flirting, I was fairly sure that I was going to go back to his hotel room with him."

At this point I had to rearrange my shorts. I tried to be subtle, but of course she noticed. Instead of continuing on with her story, she looked up at me with an evil grin.

"Is this turning you on yet baby?" She put her hand on my cock. "Mmmm, I like that. I told you it was all going to work out peachy."

I was not convinced that it was all working out so peachy. But I was turned on.

"Go on." was all I could muster.

"Ok well, just as I was thinking about putting my hand on his leg under the table, fucking Jeremy walks in. He had finished his job and rushed downtown to join us. I was fucking pissed, but I had to pretend to be happy to see him. Erik, that was the bodyguard's name - he was Swedish by the way - just smiled at my predicament and was perfectly pleasant to Jeremy. He covered it all over very effectively and Jeremy didn't figure out a thing. I honestly thought that the moment was lost entirely and I was frustrated as hell at not being able to do a damned thing about it," she paused and checked my erection. Still there.

"Go on." I practically begged.

"The dinner was pretty much over and everyone was milling around the bar chatting and saying goodbye. My fucking annoying boyfriend was now stuck to my side and I completely lost sight of Erik. We were just saying our goodbyes to Amadeo when I felt someone close behind me. I was in a tight group of people, chatting with a major international star and my boyfriend had his arm around me... and I felt a hand on the back of my thigh rise up - pulling my short dress up with it, and then the fingers slide into my fucking panties, across my hip and between my legs and right on to my fucking pussy. I just fucking froze. Of course I knew who it was, and of course I was fucking loving it. But Jesus Christ - the cheek of the guy! He was such an arrogant fuck, but he had read me perfectly... I wanted him."

At this point my cock was like steel. She stroked it with a satisfied smirk. This story was already hot as hell. I was turned on as fuck but equally nervous. It was an intoxicating cocktail. I wanted more...

"So you were just standing there with his fingers on your pussy?" I asked with a massive amount of trepidation.

"Only for a second. He had to be quick or someone would definitely have noticed. But when he withdrew his hand, I felt something in my panties.. something he put there. I dropped my hand to rub it from the outside, and felt that it was a small piece of paper. I looked around and he was already a few people away. I was very impressed by how confident and smooth he had been... I'd never had anything like that done to me in the past. God I was so horny..."

"Damn. That is a ballsy move. So when did you get to see the piece of paper?.. it was his number I'm guessing."

"I had to wait until we got home. Jeremy went to pee and I reached into my panties. Yes, it was his number and a request. He must have written it hastily.. it just said "come to a show". I guess he only had the two show nights left in town, so he had invited me to meet him at one of them. I instantly started working on a plan to ditch Jeremy for a night, which.. yeah, that was a little evil. But he did benefit in one way at least..."

"Oh yeah?" as if I didn't know.

"Oh yeah. I was so fucking horny..." The rest she left unsaid.

"So what next? You called him?"

"I texted him the next morning. He texted back that I should come to the venue that night just before showtime, and ask for him at the security door. I made my excuses to Jeremy and did as he said. I remember being a bit nervous... but little did I know," she giggled.

I wanted a complete picture. "What were you wearing?"

"Hmmm, let me see. I had on a short skirt I do remember that. The black one you like. Guess I intended to make it pretty easy for him, should something happen. But I still wasn't sure.."

"What?! How could you not have been sure? The guy had put his hand inside your panties the night before. I would have thought he'd made it pretty obvious!"

'Yeah that's true - ok I guess I was fairly sure, but it's not like I was going to his hotel room. I was literally walking into a packed theatre so I didn't know what to expect. I was concerned that he'd expect me to wait until he'd finished work which would have been way late, and that would have created a big problem with Jeremy. Anyway, I asked for him and he came and got me. He kissed me as if I was his girl and we had been apart for a month... so sexy. And naughty of course." She stopped again, looked up at me and smiled before continuing.

"I followed him upstairs to a backstage area that connected to a balcony that overlooked the stage from above and behind. You could see the stage and the orchestra, but not the public seating. The only other person there was Amadeo's other security guard who I had met the night before but hadn't really spoken to. He was about 10 years older, big and mean looking... you know thuggish. I was a little scared of him but he smiled politely at me and spoke to Erik in Swedish before leaving the balcony and closing a curtain behind him."

"So you were alone with him in that room?" I asked.

"Yes and Erik has prepared very well.... a chilled bottle of champagne with two glasses was waiting for us. He poured and then led me over to the rail where he pointed out various features of the theatre that only we could see from our vantage point. It was a perfect spot for him to observe the stage. A small walkie-talkie in his pocket crackled in Swedish and he responded accordingly. 'He's coming out in 5,' he told me. He held me close as we peered over the railing at the stage. The champagne had eased my nervousness, and I was happy to push my body up onto his as closely as I could.

We were fondling each and he was kissing my ear - which you know I love. I was getting turned on fast. Soon his hands were fondling my tits, then one was on my ass and he was very quickly taking liberties that I don't normally allow... he was just so forward and confident. I knew that whatever happened was going to be a one time thing - this was not how real relationships start after all. He knew I had a boyfriend but had come anyway. It was just that we were madly attracted to each other and then he was moving on out of town. He was a total womanizer and I had decided to go along for the ride."

"So what liberties was he taking?"

"Well his hand didn't stay long on my ass. As the theatre director was down on the stage introducing Amadeo, his fingers were playing around the edges of my panties, and soon made their way between my butt cheeks and up along my pussy lips."

"I guess that's his signature move," I said a little disparagingly.

She looked at me as if sending a warning. "Well it is one of them, yes. But this time he was timing it to perfection. My pussy was already wet so he slid his middle finger tip a couple of times up and down. I arched my back and turned my heels out to show my appreciation...."

She kind of gave a little gulp at this point, and I realized that she was as turned on as me with her recollection of these events... maybe even more so. Actually no, not more. Not possible.

"And then, just as Amadeo walked out, he slid higher still and came into contact with my clit, which he then expertly diddled - eliciting a shriek from me just as the full house burst into rapturous applause. It was like they were cheering for me and I came right on the spot."

"Oh my god... are you fucking serious?" I exclaimed in astonishment.

"I know - it seems so unlikely doesn't it? That he could just do that to me, right then... magical almost. And at the time it really was magical, it totally made me open for whatever was about it happen. I have no regrets but I've thought about it quite a lot since..."

"I'm sure you have.." I offered as support.

She smirked,"Well yeah - like that of course, but also I've realized that it wasn't magic... that it was very carefully planned and practiced. And that I was not the first girl that got this treatment - not by any means. What was to happen next was equally orchestrated, although at the time it was all made to seem totally spontaneous. If it didn't feel that way, I would probably have run out of the building... but of course I stayed."

"Ok - what happened next?"

I had started to massage her left tit and right thigh as she spoke. I let my hand wander up over her panties and predictably found them warm and damp. In order to give me the space to touch her, she had stopped rubbing my cock - which was probably a good thing... I really didn't want to cum too early. The thoughts of my sweet wife being so sexually exploited and pleasured, right before I started dated her, was making my head spin. I was already aware that this Erik fellow had unlocked a primeval sexuality in her that I had never even got close to. Even if he was a manipulative asshole. And we haven't even got to the bit where another guy enters the picture yet!

"As much to silence myself as anything, I turned and kissed him. We made out like the world was ending. I was aware that he was maneuvering me backwards, until I felt soft upholstery against my calf. He pushed me and then held me as I lay back on a day bed that was against the wall in a dark corner. Still kissing, he pinned me under him as he roughly pulled up my skirt, my shirt and my bra. Knowing that I was about to get fucked, I figured that I'd join in the fun... so I reached for his belt. As he pulled aside my panties and started fingering me skillfully, I

reached for his cock and found it was hard as yours is now. I couldn't wait to feel it inside me... I spread my legs and pulled him in."

"Oh my god," was all I could think to say. I found myself wishing that the story would end soon, that she would get fucked by this stud and that then it would be over. Then I could make passionate love to my wife with the knowledge that she had one super hot fuck with a guy she'll never see again. I could live with that. But I knew there was going to be more... My heart was thudding like a marching band bass drum.

"Tell me how it felt.." I suggested without thinking. Where the fuck did that come from?!?

"Sure baby, if you'd really like to know," she teased, as if aware of my condition.

"It felt fucking amazing. Sorry - but it did."

I swallowed hard and gasped for air.

"How come it felt so good?" I managed to get out, all self-respect out the fucking window.

"Hmmm, well, it was just such an intense moment. I know it sounds cheesy, but he was so well practiced. It was like he'd done advanced courses in making a girl cream her panties. I'd never known anything like it. He thrust his rock hard cock into me for the first time just as there was a world class fucking opera happening on the stage just below us! I felt like the star in an epic fucking movie..."

I was blown away, and I could totally understand her being blown away too. But jealousy was definitely now creeping in, and inexplicably I asked a question that would make it worse. All dignity gone I pushed a middle finger deep inside her and stuttered,

"W... was he big?"

She took a sharp intake of breath. I wasn't sure if it was the intrusion of my finger, or the memory of his cock.

She then turned her head with a grin, paused and then..

"What do you want to hear baby?" Apparently a rhetorical question. "Yes, he was big."

Of course I had to ask. "Bigger than me?" As if I didn't already know.

She gave me one of her involuntary little baby snorts. Normally cute, now devastating.

"Yes baby. Bigger than you, but not by so much. His cock hurt me.. in a good way if that makes sense."

I'd read enough literotica stories to know exactly how much sense that made. It sounded extremely familiar to other tales of sexual heights.

"Mine doesn't hurt you does it?"

She said nothing but gave me a look. It's like she understands what's likely to turn me on by instinct. I already feel like I'm in deep, and like a drug that you know could destroy you but you can't help wanting more.

"Go on."

"Well..." she paused as if suddenly nervous to continue. "I was laying there getting exactly what I'd come for... the fuck of my life I guess you could say. I was building up towards a massive orgasm when I felt a hand on the side of my head. I was literally reaching a peak so was more than a little confused. It was dark but I knew that Erik had his hands on the couch under my arms as he fucked me, so I didn't know what to think of my head being gently but forcefully turned to the side."

I knew what was coming. We all do. In anticipation, my breathing had become ragged, and my heart was doing a disturbing series of back-flips. My cock was hard and spasming without being touched. Pre-cum was dripping over May's naked hip. In turn, her pussy had become as wet as I'd ever felt it, so I added another finger and reached for her G-spot. She immediately started bucking her hips violently as she came, and her cunt gushed copiously. She had squirted once before with me, but only after extensive foreplay and fucking. This ability was a new development.

"Wow," seemed appropriate. "I guess the memory still turns you on."

It took her a minute to regain enough composure to respond. She knew there was no point denying it.

"I think telling you about it is what turns me on the most." How nice to include me.

"I think there's still more," I encouraged.

She giggled. "Yes, now where was I?" Clearly she had decided to draw this out and torture me as much as possible. "Ah yes, I was getting fucked royally by one big cock, and then another one appeared right in front of my face."

"What do you mean another cock appeared?'

"Well my head was turned and within a few inches of my face there was another cock. It only took me a second or two to make out that it belonged to the other security guy, the thuggish one. But I really didn't have too long to think about it - it was immediately clear what I was expected to do."

"Jesus.. that's a bit fucking aggressive. Isn't that abuse of some kind?"

"Yeah no doubt. But like I said, they knew what they were doing and I just went with it."

"Fuck. So he just forced it into your mouth?"

"Hmmm.. no... I mean.. I'm pretty sure that I leaned into it and opened up. And I mean opened... this guy really was huge!"

At this image, that of my wife willingly reaching out to suck one huge cock whilst being fucked by another, my balls could take no more. They unilaterally decided to empty themselves all over my wife's - as I now considered it - slutty pussy. My cock twitched repeatedly, and I groaned in frustrated ecstasy. May mercifully took pity and held me close, kissing my face and purring in my ear.

"That's it baby," she said comfortingly. "I'm so glad that you're enjoying my story. I've told a couple of girlfriends obviously, and I've wanted to tell you for ages. I just wasn't sure how you'd react. It's a lot, I know that. But you're such a good husband...."

She was showing a lot more confidence in me than I was feeling. Her recounting of these events was like a total assault on all my senses. I was feeling confusion, fear, inadequacy, anger, jealousy, but also impossibly turned on. I was lost for words, so was grateful when May kissed me and got up. We had both just cum hard and she had obviously decided that it was time to take a break. She headed for the mini bar.

"I think we both need a drink."

Chapter Four

For the rest of the evening it was as if a detente had been called on activities. We had a couple of cocktails and some dinner on the balcony overlooking the ocean, followed by a TV movie and then bed. I wanted to pretend at least that I wasn't much moved either way by her story. I was fine with her understanding that she could use it to arouse me, but I felt that to show her that it had become my obsession would not be good. Over the next couple of days, we made love without mentioning her threesome story even once - even as it consumed and perverted my every thought. Much as I feared what lay ahead, I anticipated the next chapter like some highly addictive drug.

However, a couple of days to think definitely paid off, as I was able to get my emotions somewhat under control. I rationalized that even though she had experienced this amazing sexual event right before starting to date me, it was me that she had then picked, and me that she had then married. I realized that I could only spoil it by reacting like a jealous and judgmental asshole. If I could convince her that I didn't feel threatened at all, she could feel relaxed and at ease about telling me everything. My desperation to hear it all made me acutely aware that a sexual desire of my own was being revealed. For some reason, the thought of my sweet wife as an uninhibited and promiscuous sexual adventurer worked on me like a fistful of viagra.

It was on our last day at the beach that I tried to prove my newfound confidence in a completely spontaneous way. I was longing to hear the next installment before too much time passed. I still can't quite believe that I did it, but having had the idea, I just had to follow through.

We had picked Orient again - it really is a good beach, with great bars and cafes... but also naked people. May had figured out by now that I enjoyed showing her off even more than seeing the other beachgoers - even the good looking ones. She had picked an incredibly sexy bikini that I had never seen before - small patches of turquoise suede held in place by thin leather ties. I certainly hoped that the top wouldn't last long.

We started at one of the cafes for a light lunch. Sitting at the bar, we got chatting with a couple of the other patrons. There was a chubby but very pretty woman from Chicago - probably in her late thirties - who seemed to be trying to chat up a much younger, skinny guy who spoke English well, but with a heavy French accent. He had dark olive skin and jet black hair - handsome but I immediately thought gay. Although he looked to be about my height, I probably weighed twice what he did - not that I'm big but he was positively scrawny with no muscle tone whatsoever. The girl from Chicago didn't seem to care, and we all got along great as we enjoyed appetizers and drinks. We left them both there as we headed out onto the sand, secretly wishing her good luck.

When we found a couple of available recliners, I was thrilled to see May removing her top immediately (the wonders of tropical rum cocktails). Our fellow beachgoers were a mix of nudists and non nudists, but no one looked as good as my wife. Although I felt a certain pressure to go naked myself, I felt that in offering my nearly naked wife for the world to see, I was doing my part.

A quick dip in the ocean cooled us off and put May's nipples on prominent display for the walk back to our spot. I don't think anyone on the beach missed the show, and I found myself getting seriously aroused. Fortunately the walk wasn't far, and I was able to lay down on my stomach before my erection became too obvious.

Before she lay down on her back May teased me, "Are you ok dear? Something bothering you?"

"Mock me if you must, I'll get you back," I promised as I attempted to re-arrange my uncomfortable state.

I think we both fell asleep for a while, but I soon awoke to her whispering my way.

"Awww - that's too bad. Looks like our friend from Chicago struck out."

I briefly turned my head to see what she meant and saw the Frenchman shaking sand from his towel just about 10 yards away. He had just come out of the water and was dripping wet, his shorts plastered to his tanned skin. I looked back to my wife and watched her watching him.

"Well my guess is that he's gay anyway, don't you think?" I asked.

May seemed to consider this for a moment.. "Possibly. But no, I don't think so..."

"Hmmm, well I got a bit of a vibe. I think he prefers men."

"He's French dear," as if that explained everything. "And I got a bit of a vibe too..."

Before I had a chance to hear an explanation for that comment, May took a sharp intake of breath.

"Whoa... hey hey," she exclaimed. I started to turn my head again, but she stopped me.

"Don't look now, he'll know we're talking about him..."

"Well what the fuck just happened?" I asked.

"One guess," she said with a giggle, " and the clue is... we're on a nude beach."

"Oh shit, he stripped off? Everything?" I asked stupidly... he only had on a pair of shorts and a hat.

"Everything but the hat," she said, still amused. "Oh my...."

"What? What the fuck?"

"Ok, get ready to look... hold on. Ok.. now"

I quickly turned my head to see the young man with his face buried in his towel. Inevitably that wasn't what was most of interest to my wife, and probably every other woman on the beach. His cock hung heavy and fat more than halfway to his knees. My reaction was spontaneous and unprepared,

"Holy shit!"

"Yeah right?" agreed my sexy fucking wife. "That is spectacular."

I was still staring, but it seems like the young man was intentionally putting on a show as his face was still in his towel as he leisurely dried himself. It certainly seemed like he was allowing everyone who cared to have a good long look.

"You're staring dear," May informed me. I felt completely busted, but I'm not sure of what exactly.

"Well so are you," I replied stupidly. Like that made any sense.

I turned away, completely embarrassed.

"He's putting on a show for someone," May informed me. "I wonder who."

I took the opportunity to look around us at the other beachgoers. There were definitely interested parties, but no one close enough to rival my wife and I.

"Well I'm fairly sure that it's either you or me," I offered. "No one else is close enough."

"Ha ha, and you still think it's you do you?" Then she hesitated... "oh - don't look now. Like I thought.." she said slightly smugly as she waved in his direction.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed - again, uselessly. I figured that her waving gave me the right to turn back towards the young man. There he was, cock proudly displayed, waving and smiling at my wife.

"Cheeky sod," was all I could think of as I stupidly joined in the waving.

"Baby, we're on a nude beach. This is the whole point of it. It's us that's bending the rules by wearing clothes. He's behaving perfectly normally for where we are."

She was right and I knew it. So I decided to make a joke and get us back on track.

"Not with a cock like that though. Not fair..."

She laughed. "That is possibly true."

She lay back in her lounger and closed her eyes. I was dying to roll over, but my prick had again become uncomfortably engorged. I certainly didn't want May to know that I was aroused as I was still trying to make sense of it myself. I tried to analyze what just happened. Yes, I stared at a guy with a huge cock and got a hard on. This was itself worrying for obvious reasons. But I knew that when I go to the gym, I never had any desire to check out other guys. So I'm not turning bi.... ok, that's something. What made this different was that my wife was seeing the same thing I was, and she was getting turned on by it. And that in turn was turning me on. Just as I was beginning to process this, she asked,

"So you still think he's more interested in showing off to you than to me?"

Even though I knew full well that he had started his little strip tease when only she was looking, I figured I'd stick with my argument.

"Yeah for sure. Straight guys don't parade themselves like peacocks. He's definitely gay," I attempted.

"Well they might if they were all blessed like he is," she quipped back. I felt another jolt to my own cock as she complimented his. And I had to concede, she had a good point.

I casually looked over at him, to see that he was now on his back, his cock laying lazily along one thigh. Being French, a swirl of cigarette smoke enveloped his head. Both May and I had been smokers when we were younger, and it wasn't uncommon even now for us to share an occasional cig, particularly if we'd been drinking. It was then that I had my spontaneous idea that would prove my newfound confidence.

"Only one way to tell for sure," I told her boldly.

"Oh yeah? You gonna go ask him?"

"No, not me. You go and ask him if you can bum a cig. Have him light it for you... I'm sure you'll be able to tell if he's attracted to you, and I bet you he isn't. I'll take your word for it either way..."

"Oh really, you will, will you? You mean you want your wife to saunter over, with her tits out no less, to a naked young man with a huge cock, and what... see if I can make it hard?"

It was clear to me that we both knew right then that the game wasn't the game. The real game was her getting the chance to go flirt with this guy and me enjoying every second of it... for whatever inexplicable fucking reason. But we both instinctively understood, even we didn't understand why.

Brimming with false confidence but an overactive libido, I replied.. "Yup. Give it your best shot baby. I'll be waiting.."

Fortunately she seemed to appreciate my newly confident attitude. She was having fun:

"Ok my big, strong, pervy husband. If you want your wife to go parade herself nearly naked around hot naked guys, you got it," she exclaimed. "But remember this was your idea!"

She put her hand on my shoulder as she got up and gave it a squeeze... a subtle assurance maybe, that we were just playing around. It was a lovely gesture and I took advantage of it, grabbing her wrist and pulling her in for a kiss which she gladly lowered herself to one knee for.

As our tongues met, I sat up and gently pulled her torso towards me, and then raised my hands to her tits, tweaking them lightly.

"Better get you looking your very best," I told her as her nipples hardened.

"Ooh you cheeky fucker," she hissed trying to pull away.

With the devil taking me over, I pulled her back in for another quick kiss. As she straightened I dropped both hands to her hips and located the ties that kept her bottoms on, pulling them sharply.

She yelped and pulled away, but it was too late. The tiny piece of suede had dropped to the sand.

"You fucker," she was really hissing now. She dropped back down to hide her nakedness.

"Like you said, we're breaking the rules by wearing clothes. Much better to go without."

"You fucker," she repeated. I couldn't tell if she was really mad. I felt the need to quickly give her all the reassurance that I could muster, even if it meant giving away more than I had intended.

"Baby, you look amazing. You're the hottest girl on this beach by far. If you do this for me, it'll totally rock my world... please, just go over there and chat with him."

She hissed, "Ok fine you big perv. But if I do this, don't be surprised if I get all turned on..."

"Sounds like a win win," I said smiling broadly.

"Asshole."

She steadied herself before standing back up. This was the first time she had revealed herself totally nude in front of strangers, at least that I knew of. She tried and failed to look very calm as she took a step backwards. Then she stopped and looked down at me. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" But the way she said it made me think that she was beginning to like the idea...

"Absolutely baby. You make me so proud." Again, that false confidence. As she slowly started her walk, my stomach was in knots and my heart beat painfully hard. Something had told me that this was the smart and confident thing to do, but I was already having doubts. What was in no doubt was my cock had again grown to full attention, but even though I was now face up, I knew that there was no one looking at me. All eyes were now on May as she backed away - giving me every opportunity to call this off. But all I could concentrate on was her perfect pussy, with the naturally tiny patch of pubic hair that most asian girls are blessed with, and the glint of the clit ring that I had persuaded her to get just a few weeks ago.

With a dismissive flick of her hair, she turned and didn't look back. She has a normal way of walking, and a sexy way of walking. But I'd never seen the sexy way naked and in public before. I found myself swallowing hard as I watched her. I'd never been as on edge and turned on as I was now - I wanted the moment to last forever. This was an unexpected but massive hit of the same kind of drug that I had felt when she was telling me about her threesome, and I was completely hooked. My balls tingled and I felt like I might have a fucking heart attack.

A quick scan of the beach assured me that most people were watching her intently - all pretense of respect and privacy gone. About the only one unaware of her was the young Frenchman who remained on his back, taking another drag from his cigarette. As she approached him I realized that he would have seen that May was only topless a few moments ago, and would correctly conclude that she was now completely naked for his benefit. This upped the stakes even further.

Rather than go straight towards him, May now circled around so that she would be approaching him from the far side, thus facing me. Brilliant move I thought to myself, she's giving me the best view possible.

She walked right up on him standing only a couple of feet away, gloriously naked and on display, before he realized that she was there. He seemed to be somewhat startled by her presence, but turned his head towards her so I couldn't see his face. He half sat up as she smiled at him and started speaking. I assumed that she was asking for a cigarette, so was surprised when he didn't immediately reach for his pack. They exchanged a few words with her then laughing at something he said - still no pack of cigarettes offered. What the fuck were they talking about? He lay back, supporting himself on one elbow as she blew my mind with her next move. Angled just perfectly so I could see, she crouched down close to his head, one knee down in the sand, one knee up and out - her pussy on full display. I about choked, and had to gasp a lungful of air. She was still smiling and chatting away - still no sign of a cigarette. I had to give it to her... she was playing this game like a fucking pro.

As she flicked her hair flirtatiously, she rocked on her one raised knee back and forth as they chatted. Knowing exactly the effect she was having, her pussy parted slightly before closing again - once, twice - before she settled with thighs gloriously parted. At this distance, I could still see the sun reflecting off the platinum ring, likely attracting much attention. Finally she got around to asking for a smoke, and he sat up to grab his pack before offering it to her. She took one and never had anyone looked so fucking sexy putting it between their lips. He said something as he held out a lit match.

I doubt that what happened next was as much by accident as she made it look, but as she leaned in to meet the flame she appeared to lose her balance. Her free hand reached out to steady herself and landed directly on his thigh - not the one with his cock resting on it - but right fucking next to it. She laughed as she regained her balance, but did not remove her hand, taking her sweet fucking time getting her smoke lit. Wow - she was really really good at this. At the same time as I thought that my heart would burst and kill me, I somehow never wanted this moment to end.

As she eventually removed the lit cig from her lips, I became suddenly very self conscious. We were still on a public beach for fuck's sake, and now everyone was watching the hot naked girl with her hand on the thigh of the guy with the huge cock. Exactly what was going on could not be lost on anyone. Many of us - particularly nudists I would imagine - have similar desires and kinks as those that my wife and I were now clearly putting on show. Her open pussy, his big cock and me sitting here glued to the action with a throbbing tent in my shorts. I thought of all the stories I had read where couples go into a bar and pretend not to know each other - the husband getting off on watching the wife flirt. This was a totally amped up version of that, them both being naked. Fucking mind blowing.

Also not lost on me was the fact that she was obviously winning the bet. The young man's cock had grown in both length and girth. I watched in fascination as it suddenly reared up and then fell heavily, now pointing up onto his stomach. May used her cigarette hand to cover her mouth in mock horror at this display, but left her other hand right where it was, resting on his upper thigh. She then burst out laughing, joined quickly by the young man - obviously not in the least embarrassed by his unruly genitalia.

I almost expected the onlookers to burst into rapturous applause, the two leads in this drama having such star quality. Then, as she was looking at his cock, he turned to look right at her, until now, private parts. He seemed to ask a question, the reply to which involved her eyes going from his privates to her own, accompanied by an inviting smile. My eyes must have about popped out when I saw his left hand reach towards her pussy, and then lightly stroke her clit ring with the back of his fingers. Guess that's my fault for persuading her to get one.

Actually - all of this is my fault, which I realized just in time as she finally rose, said her goodbyes and came sauntering back my way - a big grin on her face. I had to force myself back into confident, non-judgmental mode. So I smiled back and leaned forward to greet her. I made no pretense of hiding or pretending anything. What did I care what people thought? Not only do I have the hottest girl on the beach, but I'm so secure in my trust of her that I'm happy to watch her at play.

She offered me a kiss which I gladly accepted, and then lay back on her recliner - still naked and apparently fine with it.

"Did you enjoy chatting with that young man dear?" I ventured as I lay back down.

"Very much, yes. His name is Remi and he's quite charming. Did you enjoy watching me?"

"Oh - well... I'm sure I would have, yes. But I dozed off I'm afraid."

"Ha, yeah right. Well, judging by that lump in your shorts, you must have been having an amazing dream."

"Oh I was, believe me."

"Do you want to go back to our room baby? I do...."

Chapter Five

This was our last night here. We were both a little drunk and obviously very horny. I was proud of myself for pushing her the way I had, and for my calmness afterward. I was also immensely proud of her for following through in such an inventive, daring and playful way.

On the walk back to the hotel I became determined to hear the rest of her threesome story. Days had passed since the last installment, and I figured that I could use what had just happened to inspire her to tell me the rest.

As we made it to bed, I was craving her very wet pussy. I felt that my best move would be one of complete support for the idea that her sexuality is to be revered, encouraged and enabled. With this in mind, I soon had my tongue lapping at her clit.

She responded with a deep guttural moan. The time seemed right, so I just went for it.

"You were a very bad girl today baby... it was so fucking hot. Did you ever see a cock that big before? I certainly haven't..."

She was silent for a few seconds. I feared that my plan had backfired. Then she gave a quick chuckle and stated,

"Yes, maybe once."

Ah! I felt sure that I had finally got her back on the subject that has been so obsessing me. But I didn't feel like letting her know that I had been so obsessed, so I played dumb and prodded her forward,

"Really? Wow... care to tell me about it?"

"What do you want to know?" She asked playfully, now looking down at me as I gently licked her clit with broad stokes.

"Hmmmm, well... how about this. Did you just see one that big or did you get to play with it too?"

A quick response, "Oh I got to play with it! In fact, before today I really can't remember a time when I got to see cocks and not be playing with them. Usually guys don't just get to show themselves off like that unless you're already in a situation... well, you know."

She groaned in pleasure at what I was doing to her, and then pulled me up so that I was lying alongside her.

'Yeah, I guess that makes sense." I replied. "Care to tell me more?"

"Ok you perv," she teased, poking me in the ribs. "But as much as I know you like to hear hot stories from my past, I'm fairly sure you've heard this one already."

"I don't think so," I bluffed, "but if you did, tell me again."

"Well," she started conspiratorially. "It was the second guy to join me at the opera. He was that big. I told you about him right?"

I could tell that she knew exactly how much she had told me. She just wanted me to admit to remembering every little detail and precisely where she had left off. I didn't see any point in denying it.

"You told me that he had just presented his big cock to you, while you were already getting royally fucked." Just me saying these words had me almost breathless with sexual energy. So I continued...

"And that you had leaned in to take it into your mouth," I reminded her. And then, figuring that I might as well go all in...

".. and then I came all over your panties."

She giggled... the desired effect. "So ok, are you sure you want more?"

"Oh come on.. what do you think?"

"Hmmmm, well. I don't think there's really too much more to tell to be honest with you. I'm sure you can guess the rest."

She was playing with me now, well aware that I would beg her for details if necessary.

So I did. "Come on. You know I love to hear this stuff babe. Please, tell me as much as you can remember." This sounded pathetic I realize now, but I was horny as fuck and desperate to get the most out of this situation.

"Ok perv boy. You can hear it all, but don't get mad at me if you wish you hadn't."

"I promise..."

"So... well as you might remember, the first guy, the one I liked, was already fucking me into oblivion on a couch. I was on my back with my legs in the air as he pummeled away with his big cock, when I felt a gentle pressure turning my head. I was, to say the least, very surprised to see the other guy had just appeared at my side. His huge cock was already out and hard and inches from my face. It was intimidating and a little scary.... but.."... she hesitated,

"it was also every girls fucking sex dream come true! Or most girls anyway..." she added with a chuckle.

As I was wondering if that was really true, or maybe it was just a certain type of girl, she continued...

"He didn't force it on me. He just waited, and not for long either. I was approaching orgasm anyway from the great fuck I was getting, and it just seemed the most natural thing in the world to lean forward and fill my mouth with more cock."

She paused.... "And baby, don't take this the wrong way, but... I was in heaven. Every girl should get to do this... at least once in her life."

At this point I was about ready to cum again without her even touching me... a repeat performance of the last time she was retelling this story.

I managed to control myself by pulling away slightly.

"When you say huge..." I ventured.

She smiled. "Yes, baby - like the one on the beach."

"Holy shit!" I managed, just as my cock exploded onto her thigh. So much for controlling myself.

My lovely wife then pressed her lips reassuringly against mine, and then - only slightly mockingly - pointed out that I had hardly made it any further into her story than I did the last. She inevitably had a big grin on her face. I couldn't help but wonder if she was simply happy to have a way to turn me on so much, or maybe thinking of this as something she could take advantage of in the future.

But I was also aware that I experiencing a unique sensation - I had just exploded in orgasm, but my cock was still hard and I was still raring to go. Feeling somewhere between invincible and desperate, I pushed her flat and forced myself on top of her, lining my still hard cock at the entrance to her welcoming pussy. Thrusting inside, I demanded,

"Tell me more.... tell me the rest of your story."

She was clearly very surprised by my unprecedented vigor, but pleasantly so...

"Wow! Ok tiger. You got it... but only if you fuck me!"

Which I did. Hard and forceful. In between gasps, she started back in....

"I had never had two guys before, but every girl I know has thought about it. Baby... this...." Gasp! "exceeded all expectations. These two were well practiced and knew just how to manhandle me - turning me over for maximum penetration and being just the right level of rough."

She had to stop to gasp again as I was really going at her. The need to hear more overwhelmed me so I forced the issue..

"Yeah? You loved that didn't you, you little slut. What happened next?"

I was concerned that she might not like me calling her a slut, but...

"Yes baby - I am a slut. I did love it.. and so do you," she replied. And I must admit, she was absolutely spot on.

"More!" I demanded.

"I can't remember how many fucking orgasms I had being spit-roast for the first time, but when they swapped places and the other guy started fucking me..... oh my god!!! He was MASSIVE! I felt like I would split in two.. but oh my, I just started cumming on his amazing cock and I didn't stop! He fucking hit places I didn't know I had."

"Fuck - that's so hot babe..."

"When I felt that he was about to cum, I... well, I... I just couldn't help myself. I dug my heels into his ass and pulled him into me. I just couldn't waste the feeling of his cum shooting into me.. deeper than any man before him.... or since," she added with a smirk.

As insanely erotic as this was, having just cum myself not a couple of minutes earlier, I had much better than normal staying power. Hell.. I thought to myself... I might even make it until the end of the story!

"Then what?"

"Well... then he spurted inside me baby. It was explosive and felt like fireworks... just amazing, and when he started pulling out......" Damn. That's when I came again.

Chapter Six

After we had returned home, the experimental mood between us was inevitably a little lost for awhile. But this most recent installment of her story me had me on a sexual high for the next few weeks. Any alone time was consumed with thoughts of the look on her face as she told me of her mischief, and how she might have looked during it. The husky sound of her voice as she confessed to her sluttiness. I had an erection at the slightest thought of it. I knew that there was more, but I honestly felt that I was on the brink of what I could handle. It took at a couple of months until I felt ready.

I had begun to plan how best to bring it up without completely blowing the fact that I had been thinking of little else. I intended to make it sound casual and spontaneous. What actually happened was that the buzz from a second martini one evening was all it took. I grabbed her ass, pulled her to me, and growled in her ear,

"What happened next in your threesome story? After the first guy came in you...."

She suppressed bursting out laughing. "Getting right to it are we?"

"Tell me!"

"Ok tiger... calm down." She looked pleased with herself, and her obviously ongoing ability to dominate my fantasies. "If we're going to talk about this again, let's take this to the bedroom." I wasn't going to argue with that.

"Strip and get into bed," she demanded as she rummaged in her dresser. Finding whatever she had been searching for, she headed into the bathroom as I got naked and under the covers. In just a couple of minutes, she reappeared in the lit doorway, and waited there until I had the chance to get a good look at her.

"You like?" she asked. She was now wearing a very sexy pair of black panties, and a matching bra. Very fucking hot.

"God yes," I admitted quickly. "You look so fucking amazing baby. I haven't seen you wear those before.."

She slipped into the bed beside me and lay alongside, her mouth closing in on my ear.

"I just thought that this would be an appropriate outfit for me to wear while I continue with my..... confession," she whispered with a conspiratorial grin.

"Yes definitely - it's really sexy."

"Oh it's more than just sexy baby. This is what I was wearing while I was getting fucked...." she said grabbing my hand and putting it on her breasts. She then pulled my hand up roughly, and the bra with it. "They just pushed my bra up like this so they could both get at my tits..." she then pulled my hand down and clasped it around the thinnest part of her panties....

"and pulled these aside to get their cocks into my pussy," she exclaimed.

It certainly seemed as if my loving wife had given some thought to the telling of the rest of her story. The choice of lingerie and the re-enactment of her subjugation to the two Swedish bodyguards using my hands instead of theirs, had added an even more potent element. Inevitably, I was hard as hell and practically panting with desire. Her devilish grin told me that she had accepted my weird obsession with her story, and was very happy to both explore and exploit it. I had no idea where this crazy train was going, but knew that there was no easy way off.

She was now playing very lightly with my cock, well aware of just how close I already was.

"Do like that baby? Do you like knowing that these were the panties that they pulled to the side and exposed my pussy... in order to fuck me with their big cocks... hmmmmm? I've never worn them for you before... I never thought I would. But for some reason I just couldn't throw them away," she purred. "But this just seems like the perfect time..."

I had no words - I just had an overwhelming desire. My one, and unimaginative response was to roll on top of her and try to stick my cock in. She pushed me back... damn!

"No baby. Not yet. You need to control yourself or I'll never get to the end."

She had a point there. And I did want to hear the end. I tried to relax back onto the bed.

"Ok good boy." She put her mouth next to my ear again, and whispered,

"So in my last installment I told you how the really big mean guy had just cum in me. Do you remember that baby? Of course you do..... Ok well, he came a lot. I could feel it pulsing into my core... I was beyond turned on at this point as you can probably imagine."

I grunted - leaking copious pre-cum from my engorged penis.

"I was still on my knees, with Eric's cock in my mouth having the longest orgasm of my life. I remember gasping for air, and mercifully Eric pulled back and allowed me to breathe. As he did, the other guy - fuck, I never got his name - also pulled out, his fat cock releasing the cum from inside me all over my thighs and the couch. Luckily the orchestra was still in full swing because my groan would otherwise have been heard by a good percentage of the audience."

She paused and looked me in the eye. Serious for a moment she asked, "Are you ok? You know I'm doing this for your benefit, right? I know now that you enjoy hearing about dirty things I did before we met. I don't really understand it, but you are ok, yeah?"

Despite the fact that I was nearly stroking out at this point, it was nice of her to check. Stroke or no stroke, I willed her to continue..

"Ok - so you're exaggerating for my benefit? That's nice to know, but please go on.." I ventured.

"Oh no, not at all. This all happened just as I'm telling it... but I don't need to go into such details if you can't handle it."

"Fuck. Ok understood. Yes, I can handle it. Please continue.." I said uncertainly, not sure if I could handle it or not.

"Well, then something happened that I really didn't expect."

I forced a laugh. "Oh, like you were expecting everything that has happened so far?"

She poked me in the ribs and giggled, then paused for a moment.. "yeah actually I was, sort of anyway. Lets' just say that I wasn't so surprised that these two dudes put on a double act. It sort of went with how they were. But get this...."

Again she put her lips to my ear for maximum effect.

"After thug guy pushed off me, he pulled my panties - these panties - back over my pussy, turned me onto my back, and stepped aside and let Eric take his place between my thighs. Eric let his hard cock bounce on my clit through my panties for a few seconds, until we heard the door click behind his partner. As soon as he was gone, Eric gently dropped to his knees and slowly brought his face down to my freshly fucked pussy. He looked up as I looked down, and we locked eyes as his lips grazed my sodden panties. Baby, it was a moment maybe more intense than anything I'd ever felt..."

"Fuck..." was all I managed. I had no idea how to react, but had a nagging sensation that I might have done exactly the same thing as Eric.

"Staring into my eyes, he started to lick ever so softly over my swollen pussy through my very wet panties. When he reached my clit, I felt the rush of another orgasm approaching, this one coming from a place inside me than I have ever felt before. Our eyes were still locked as my muscles clenched - my stomach, my ass, my thighs - even my feet were going into a fucking spasm. It was like I was possessed - staring into his eyes, just willing him, daring him to go further."

"Wow," was the most profound thing I could think of. "Did he?"

"Oh yes, baby... he most certainly did. As my rapture - there's just no other word for it - took over my senses, he pulled my panties aside again and dove in. His tongue worked feverishly and brought me to the biggest orgasm of them all... one that has never been surpassed, and probably never will. Sorry babe, but it's true."

She stopped talking, seemingly overwhelmed by just re-living it. Even though an insistent voice in my subconscious was telling me that I'd have done much the same thing, my instinct was to try and regain some level of dignity over the situation so I stupidly tried,

"Wasn't that a bit gay? Licking another man's cum?"

She had possibly seen this coming...

"No baby. It didn't seem that way at all. It honestly seemed like the most amazing move ever. Just completely unselfish and committed - if that makes sense. Not gay at all... especially when he then started to fuck me..."

Guess I'd asked for that. She continued...

"Once he'd made me explode with his tongue, he rose up and pushed his cock back into me. I was only semi conscious at this point, so he didn't take long. He locked his mouth onto mine and, just as the opera was reaching a crescendo, he did the same... exploding inside me. We both just lay there catching our breath - I could really scarcely move. It felt like I'd had a full body orgasm, and I was completely drained. The sound of the audience clapping seemed to instill something of a sense of urgency back into him, and he rose up, pulling me with him. As his cum ran down my legs and I struggled to replace my clothing, I had this weird sensation that the audience was clapping for me. Ha ha - it really was something fucking wild."

I was lost for words at this point. To hear a confession from my wife of a sexual event from her past that would surely eclipse anything that she and I would ever achieve together was both disturbing and insane erotic. My instinct was to check on something that was bothering me...

"How many times have you seen these guys since that night?"

'Baby!," she exclaimed. "Never! I told you - it was a one time thing. Yes, it was amazing, but I really don't need a repeat. Eric at least seems like a nice enough guy, but I don't actually like either of them. As sex goes, it was amazing. But after we got together, you became way more important to me than casual sex. You know that. anyway, we have a great sex life - don't we?"

"God yes, we do," I replied, relieved. "So what happened next? Did we finally get to the end?"

"It's not quite the end. After I'd got sort of dressed as best I could given my dazed state, Eric led me back down the stairs kissing me one last time as he hailed me a cab. I felt so fucking sleazy, but also totally excited.... not to be too graphic babe, but I had the remnants of two men soaking into my panties. These panties..."

My cock spasmed. What the fuck is wrong with me!?!

"Fortunately it was still quite early and I was confident that I could get home well before Jeremy and get cleaned up. It was all I could do not to tell the whole story to the fucking cabby - I was certain that he'd love to have heard it. When I got home I made myself a strong drink and sat on the couch - just to think about what had happened maybe. I started to touch myself, feeling their combined cum and began to get turned on all over again. You know how I get sometimes."

Indeed I do - thankfully.

"Anyway, as I downed my gin and tonic and rubbed my very slippery clit, the fucking doorbell dinged. I couldn't imagine who it could be so I went to the intercom screen to see. There was my idiot fucking boyfriend - obviously drunk, and without his keys. And there was I, not showered and still dressed in the clothes that I'd just been fucked in. I considered pretending I wasn't home, but then realized that he'd just call the doorman and then bust me. I had no choice but to let him up, so I buzzed him in figuring I had about 60 seconds to get straight. I unlocked our front door and then locked myself in the bathroom. I quickly undressed, hid my panties at the bottom of the hamper, and jumped in the shower. I had to pretend to have been in the shower when he buzzed, so I got my hair wet and soaped my body from top to toe. I heard the front door close and immediately the bathroom door handle turn. He banged his head... we never lock the door.

'Fuck!' he said. 'Why's the fucking door locked... I gotta pee, lemme in!'

Making sure that I was covered in soap, I got out of the shower and unlocked it.

'What the fuck's the matter with you?' I screamed.

'Jesus relax, I just need to pee.. why's the fucking door locked.'

'Because I'm naked in here and I left our front door open for you, you fucking jackass...'

'Oh right. Babe you look so fucking sexy right now...'

I had got back in the shower and was rinsing off. He was just sitting there, watching me. It's not like I could really clean where I needed to, but I figured that it'd be fine. All I had to do was wait for his drunken ass to fall asleep... it never took that long.

I dried off and we went into the living room. I asked him why he was home so early without his keys and he mumbled something about his friends going out to look for girls and how he'd left his jacket at.... blah blah blah. I hardly listened. I was fairly sure that he'd been cheating on me, but the fact that I could already feel more cum running down the inside of my thighs, I didn't feel the need to get pissed at him for it right then. I knew that he and I were about done, I just needed time to get out of it with the least fallout.

The awkward thing was that he didn't just pass out as he normally would have. Maybe he was still turned on from seeing me wet, naked and covered in soap, but he started getting amorous - literally the last goddamned thing I needed right then. He was kissing my ear and telling me how sexy I looked. Then he kissed my neck... which I love as you well know."

Indeed I do - thankfully.

"To refuse him in this state would be to start a fight and I had no tolerance for that right now. But he was such a selfish lover that I figured that I could simply pleasure him and that'd be that. I pulled his cock out of the pants and started to suck it. My third of the fucking night!!! Can you believe it!?!?!"

Actually no. Or yes in fact - because you wouldn't be making this up... this shit actually happened! I was in utter turmoil... my cock dripping like a teenage virgin.

"He let me suck him for a little while as he played with my nipples. But then very uncharacteristically he gently pulled me up and started to kiss me again.

I was so mad at him that I didn't realize that he must have sensed that he was losing me. Rather than his usual grab and shove, he kept kissing me softly and let his hands brush over my tits and then lower. It was a much more effective technique and I was reluctantly getting majorly turned on all over again. I knew that my pussy couldn't see any more action tonight, or for the next couple of weeks possibly. But he went there - I couldn't stop him. He slid down off the couch and between my knees.

I tried to grab his cock but he wasn't to be deterred. I remember thinking to myself that he should just fuck me already and I'd hope that he couldn't feel the inevitable difference that there was bound to be down there for awhile. But no, he just had to pick this time time to finally be an unselfish lover. He parted the towel and gently moved my knees further apart. As he kissed my clit, I lay back - resigned to my fate whatever it should be. I was still in the afterglow from earlier, turned on all over again and a little bit drunk from my gin and tonic. It felt like this was meant to be somehow - that I would finally cheat on my boyfriend in the most extreme and profound way imaginable, and that he should find out in an equally extreme and profound way.

For the second time that evening I had a man licking my pussy filled with another man's cum - or this time two men. Fucking unbelievable!

My orgasm was only partly caused by his tongue on my clit. They say that the mind is the most erogenous zone - and this time they were absolutely right. The thought that this guy who I had loved but had grown to mistrust and dislike, was unknowingly sucking the remnants of my unfaithfulness was - this might sound weird - turning me on in a way that I can't explain.

I came so hard, pulling his face into my cunt and just screaming 'Eat it.. eat it!!'

Jesus - best orgasm I'd ever had with him by far. It was both funny and pathetic how pleased he was with himself for making me cum that hard. If only he knew. I've realized since that it was lucky that he hadn't spent much time doing that before, or he'd definitely have noticed the difference in both texture and taste. Three or four pumps later and my sore pussy took its' third load of the night. Three loads from three guys."

She turned to look at me with doe eyes. Pause, but then a devilish grin...

"Slutty enough for you babe? Now you know... my one night of being a total ho. I've wanted to tell you, but I knew I'd have to do it right. I hope that you're ok with it.... "

She looked down at my cock and saw that I'd exploded on the sheets. She smiled at me sweetly.

"Does that mean that we're ok?"

I was beginning to realize that my marriage had the potential to be a wild fucking ride. I only hoped that I could hang on.

I kissed her and said,

"Fuck, that was an amazing story. You should write it down."

Long pause...

"No, you should," she replied. "And show me when you're done."

So that's what I just did.