Her Sexual Transformation Redux

Author's Prologue: The sexual odyssey of Brian and Karen now assumes a new dimension. Previously, for several years, this mature couple in their 40's had a robust sex life enhanced by swinging. Starting as a chaste wife, Karen was persuaded by Brian to have a threesome with his friend Wayne, which developed into regular meetings for a year. Afterwards, through internet dating, she had a series of threesomes, which culminated in a foursome with an older couple that involved her having sex with the wife. Karen decided she preferred to stick to threesomes with men. By this time she had developed exceptional sexual skills and a voracious appetite for sex. It is at this point that Brian's narrative begins. His narrative is not just a sequel but a greater effort to stress his own sexual path. For the full flavor of their earlier sexual endeavors, one should read the first series entitled Her Sexual Transformation.

In the wake of our foursome, Karen renewed her efforts to find new partners. In the course of the following year spent haunting internet listings, she lined up one or two different men a month. Sometimes, there were long gaps because of family obligations, such as long vacations.  All in all, ten men. Not an especially significant number. They were, in general, straightforward sexual encounters that left Karen well-satisfied.

There were two exceptions. I tend to think of them as charity cases. Bob was a 55-year-old widower who hadn't had sex in years.  He ejaculated prematurely while Karen was sucking him and could not quite get hard enough to fuck her properly. She had a couple of minor orgasms but he couldn't cum inside her. She was able to jerk him off. Harry was a 67-year-old bachelor. He could not get an erection, despite her skillful oral skills.  He was terribly embarrassed and told us to enjoy ourselves. We accommodated him, hoping that might arouse him but it was in vain.

She had agreed to meet these men, when they contacted her, because she was in a dry spell and felt sorry for them. From a sexual standpoint, these events were fiascos. Both men, however, were affable; we had lengthy amiable and interesting conversations with them before heading off to bed. They thanked us profusely and bestowed multiple compliments about Karen's figure and generosity.

One might say there was therefore a dearth of sexual contacts,  given her efforts. But the bulk of her sexual activities occurred online. She spent a lot of time online, chatting with numerous men, even with those she had no intention to meet. They loved having the attention of many men who wanted to fuck her. She even engaged in webcam sex. She used her vibrator to masturbate while watching men getting off for her. Sometimes, she exposed her breasts and pussy to egg them on.

Furthermore, she became an exhibitionist. Anticipating a parcel post, she would open the blinds of our second-story bedroom windows, so a delivery man could glanz up to catch a glimpse of her naked or partially undressed. That excited her so much, she masturbated afterwards. She become a very hot wife, sexually active in a multitude of ways. The forseeable event occured eventually.

One night during foreplay, she whispered that she had tentatively arranged to meet a man at his hotel on Saturday evening. I was instantly excited about seeing her with a new man. In response to my questions, she explained that he was a visiting businessman our age. During the remainder of our pillow talk, she said she was looking forward to having yet another different cock.

Two days later in bed she said that he had confirmed the date. When she went off to take a shower,  I checked my emails on our computer and found that her email account was open.  At the top of her inbox was an email from Andrew Taylor.  I assumed it was the man we were going to meet.

I opened it to read, "Ok, I understand. I'm looking forward to enjoying you again."

Immediately, I was shocked. Obviously, she had been with him previously. I scrolled down and read her message to him. She confirmed our date for Saturday night and wrote, "By the way,  please don't tell Brian that we have met before; I haven't told him of our time together when I was up there."

(By up there, she meant where we had a holiday apartment, which she visited from time to time to help keep it in shape. )

At first, I was shocked but realised that I was responsible for transforming her from a chaste housewife into a sex-addicted woman.  So, on the spot, I decided not to confront her. I was so aroused by the thought of her cheating that when we had sex, I was more eager than ever to fuck her.  I skipped foreplay. I just took her and fucked her harder than I normally would.

Saturday soon arrived and we were getting ready to go, Karen had been to the salon early that morning to get freshly waxed in readiness. She liked to be super smooth especially for a 'new' man. She wore a top that was like a corset.  It was dark blue and really held her breasts nicely. It had cotton straps on the back, which I helped her tighten. She wore tight,  dress jeans and black heels.

Once we were in town and had found a parking spot, she texted him to let hm know we were nearby. That was more evidence of her infidelity, as they had obviously exchanged mobile phone numbers. He replied that he was in the bar at a corner table and would raise a hand when he saw us enter.

After introductions, he poured out a round of Champagne from a bottle that had been cooling on ice.  As do people who are allegedly meeting for the first, casual. conversation ensued to get acquainted. For my benefit,  he said he was based in a city a few hundred miles away - not the one near our vacation home - and ocassionally spent time in our area.

Grinning, he said, "I am on the road a lot; I get lonely,  so I like to have companionship."

I smiled to myself, for they both played this 'first time ' ruse well.

He then said, "If you are both comfortable, would you like to join me for a drink in my room?"

Karen answered for us,  "Yes, that sounds like a great idea."

Once in the room,  he poured out drinks from the room bar and stripped. He was shorter than I was, and much slimmer. He had silver hair and a closely trimmed moustache. He was rugged-looking and well-muscled. He must have worked out often at a gym. His cock was out of proportion to his frame. Though not fully erect, his cock was close to 9 inches in length and very thick. His shaft and testicles were completely bald. He was a very handsome man. I could understand why Karen was attracted to him.

Karen stood facing him, turned her head to me and said, "Please help me with the straps of my top." 

I loosened them off and she let the top fall to the floor.  I reached around her to undo her jeans and helped her remove them.  Then I knelt and removed her panties.  

When she was standing naked in front of him, Andrew smiled and said, "What an amazing body!"

He stepped closer,  grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock, which was now at full mast. He kissed her passionately as he fondled her breasts. When I removed my clothing,  Karen dropped to her knees and proceeded to stroke and suck both our cocks, alternating from one to the other. He raised her to stand up and led her to the bed. They kissed as he lay on his side next to her lying flat.  I moved to spread her legs enough to lick her pussy.  I was positioned kneeling with my knees on the floor. From my vantage point,  his cock looked massive.  Karen's hand was stroking it and I could see him roughly sucking one nipple and pulling and pinching the other. This had Karen sighing and whimpering. Once she orgasmed on my tongue, she got on her knees and sucked me. While Andrew moved behind her. As he slid his cock into her pussy, she released my cock from her mouth. She inhaled deeply as he plunged inside her to the hilt. He increased his thrusts and pounded her for a good five minutes, during which time Karen orgasmed several times.

He withdrew and said to her, "I think you should give your husband some pussy."

Without saying a word,  she mounted my cock. I could feel his fingers probing her pussy.  He even slid a finger in her while we were fucking. I figured out that he was applying lubricant to enable him to enter his cock inside her along with mine. Somehow he managed to accomplish it. Karen was screaming with pleasure, louder and more intense that I had ever heard her. The adjacent room guests would have heard her without a doubt. She was soon sobbing with intense orgasms. The tightness I felt of her taking his large cock with mine was too much for me and I unloaded with elevated moans as well. Andrew slowed his thrusts and let us both recover.  I slipped out of her and lay near them to catch my breath.

Andrew withdrew and began eating her pussy and ass from behind her.  He seemed to enjoy the combined taste of Karen's juices and my cum. He then moved up against her for his cock to probe her ass hole

When Karen visibly tensed, he said, "Just relax, and take a deep breath."

I could see she was trying to relax, but as he slowly inserted his full length into her ass, she was whimpering and rubbing her clit. He got a good rhythm going and fucked her ass quite hard and fast for five to ten minutes. He recognized she was exhausted from his rough treatment, so he withdrew so she could lie on her back to take a breather.

Andrew had gone to the bathroom to clean his cock. He returned to mount her in the missionary position.  I had a great view of his large penis parting her pussy lips before he proceeded to soundly fuck her for another ten minutes. I couldn't believe his staying power and was impressed that Karen could take this much pounding. He lifted off her,  helped her to get on all fours and started to fuck her from behind. Her chest dropped to the bed and she had her arms flared out, which looked glorious to me as her ass was high in the air.  

Andrew had hold of her hips and was fucking her with all his might; both had sweat on their faces. My cock had regained its hardness and Karen reached out to stroke it while she was being fucked. Soon, Andrew announced he was going to cum.  He pounded her even harder and faster, and yelled as he was pumping her full of cum. All this, while Karen was still squeezing and stroking me, caused me to shoot my cum up in the air.  It landed on her hand and arm. From Andrew's last thrust and discharge, she collapsed forward. The two of them were panting and sweating. She didn't move and still had her hand wrapped around my softening cock.  

After about five minutes of our winding down,  Andrew rose to fetch towels from the bathroom, so we could wipe ourselves clean of perspiration and sexually generated secretions. Karen and I sat on a sofa, and Andrew parked himself on one end of the bed.  Still naked, we had another drink. Andrew started chatting about general things.  It was if what we had just done was no big deal.  

While smiling at Andrew, Karen eventually said, "We should get going. I need to rest after that." 

I gathered her belongings and helped her dress.  Completely naked, Andrew opened the door to see us out,  just as a couple appeared from the elevator across from his room.  Andrew did nothing to cover himself from view.  It was a kick to see their startled reaction and stares.

Once outside, on the way to our car, I had to put my arm around Karen,  as she was a little weak in the knees. She had truly been fucked harder than ever before.  

I commented, "He gave you quite a workout." 

When she did not immediately respond, I provocatively asked her,  "Would you like to see him again?"

Keeping up the ruse, which I admired, she replied, "It was fantastic, the best pure, raw sex I've ever had, but he seldom visits our area. I'll ask him to let us know when he does."

In the following days, I had plenty of time to ponder about the new direction our sexual journey had taken and how to deal with it. There was no doubt in my mind these two would contrive to meet discreetly whenever possible. Having crossed this threshold, it was only a matter of time when she would seize other opportunities for extramarital sex.

A few days later, I summed up my situation. Whatever anyone might have previously concocted to categorize our lifestyle,  I had definitely been cuckolded.  I concluded I could cope with it in several ways. I could ignore it and adjust to any subsequent infidelity that I might uncover or I could confront Karen and work out our future sexual activities. ( I really did not mind if she met someone privately, as long as she told me about it in advance and provided the details later.) I chose the wait-and-see approach.

One might ask how I could tolerate her infidelity. I must emphasize that it resulted from my own efforts and psychological needs. Early in my life, I knew I was a voyeur. I got an erotic thrill from watching couples make out or imagining them having sex. I got married to a woman with a fabulous body who was extremely responsive. Yet that was not enough. I wanted to watch her having sex with other men. I persuaded her to meet my friend Wayne and, when he backed out, persuaded her to use the net to find other partners. When her sexual appetite increased with each of her new experiences, my vicarious pleasures increased, also. It was a symbiotic relationship. I benefited as much as she did. It was part and parcel of my own sexual growth. We have now just embarked on a new phase.