The Wedge

Introduction

I have discovered I have a narrative style of writing. If that is not your cup of tea, move on.

As you read this account you will realize this story is not all first hand experience. You will understand as you keep reading. I should state that I will always love Jen, to some degree. It was not an easy decision but in the end, one may understand the reason for choosing the category that I did.

The Wedge was the woman that initiated our separation.

This story was originally written as I deemed therapy and getting the whole truth out there. I got tired of getting blamed and blaming myself. Even if I never would have published it, I wrote it as though it would be. As a result, the actions and words are descriptive in order to keep the reader, reading and for me to keep writing. Otherwise, what's the point of any of this? Those who know me and my situation, can probably figure out who I am.

Part 1 She's gay

Both Jen and I had fathers who were executives at the same major corporation in California. I will not go into which corporation or which father had the better position. Either way, Jen and I, both came from means and attended the same elite private university also in California.

We had met several times at corporate/family functions. Both fathers being of Italian descent made it perfectly clear that I was to keep an eye on her while we were attending school. Between the two fathers and what I knew of Jen, I could not argue. I was eighteen and she was a baby-faced seventeen year old girl.

We helped her move in. I saw her cry as our parents drove away and she automatically held my hand to the cafeteria for dinner. In fact, she held my hand back to her dorm room. She held my hand to go to our classes. She held my hand to go study and while studying. She held my hand going to and from gym workouts. She held my hand going to, from and at off-campus parties. I could not say no when she looked up at me with those soft brown eyes and single dimpled smile. We checked-in on each other and saw each other all the time, constantly, even during the summer. These habits continued for three years. Slowly, over time and by the start of our senior year, her glasses and baby-face were gone and there was now a slimmer version of Jen but one with now, huge boobs.

Just days prior to classes starting, I held Jen's hands as we sat at an old wooden picnic table in the commons area. It was time for the Mike/Jen heart-to-heart talk.

"Jen, I think I may have a problem," I stated with trepidation. I thought this might end our friendship.

"What is it Mike?" Jen asked, concerned.

"I don't know how to say this."

"Then just say it. Obviously, it's been nagging at you. Just say it."

"I have found out from my buds that the girls on campus have been avoiding me for the last year or two because they think that I have a girlfriend."

With a serious expression, Jen demurely replied, "I kinda, thought you did, too."

I stared at her. I saw her eyes lower. I thought for a minute and realized my own stupidity. I replied, "Hmm. I guess I do."

As I leaned over the picnic table, she looked back up with moist eyes and I kissed her for the first time.

I asked her, "You want to go back to my room to make out a bit?"

Laughing with relief, "Sure, but I am not easy."

Smiling, I said, "Believe me, me neither."

It was hard. She wanted to wait until we got married. So did her parents. So did my parents. So, we did.

We both graduated from the university at the same time. Jen graduated with a degree in elementary education. She disagreed with me when I joked it was a waste of time and money. She absolutely loved being around little kids.

We married weeks after graduation. I think the only thing Jen had to do was pick out a wedding dress. The wedding planner did the rest. Most of the guests were friends and colleagues of our parents. We realized then, that we spent so much time together we hardly made any college friends.

On our honeymoon in Florida, when I asked about using protection she just laughed loudly at me. I came in her pussy constantly, for ten days straight. We loved it. We held hands even while making love. Baby-making was the new plan. She loved it and orgasmed when I got really deep in her pussy. I could not pound her pussy too fast or too hard for her. And when I say she liked to be fucked hard, I mean she liked it really hard. Her favorite, we discovered, was doggy style with me pulling on hair going really deep. Yes, I can and could go really deep. Looking down at her little heart-shaped ass while fucking her was absolutely amazing.

We both had jobs and we quickly bought a large walk up, townhouse that was side-by-side with another similar townhouse. The Wedge moved into the other unit beside us, six months later. By this time, Jen and I had been married for a year.

The Wedge's name was Angela but Angie for short. Angie could pass for Jen's older sister. Both had long brown hair and brown eyes. However, Angie differed in that she was taller, had smaller cupcake sized boobs and a husky voice that sounded like she smoked. She was a self-admitted and well-practiced lesbian. The flow of gorgeous women in and out her apartment helped to confirm it. The term lipstick lesbian(s) was how she described herself and her "friends".

Jen and I got to know Angie and hung out with her quite a bit. We all stayed in, went out, but usually only on weekdays or possibly Sunday nights. We also all got used to holding each other's hands. There was no jealousy by the excluded person when this occurred. Since it was Jen, she normally had to be the one holding someone's hand. It was just her nature.

On those weekends, however, different women and multiple women at a time, could be seen coming and going from Angie's apartment. Jen would inform me on which ones and the numbers. Jen counted eleven women who left Angie's apartment one Saturday morning and followed by four the next morning. I informed Jen that she was getting nosey. She informed me I was cut off that night. I asked her if she wanted a baby-making night. Fifteen minutes later, a super horny Jen was under me having one absolutely back breaking massive orgasm.

During our times together with Angie, the common joke by Angie was that she was going to take Jen away from me and keep her for herself. Jen's answer was always, "Sorry, you're not taking me away from the father of my babies." It was always plural.

Two years had passed since The Wedge moved in next to us and when things changed dramatically. Jen was diagnosed with being infertile. She went into a huge tailspin of depression and had to go on medication for it. During this time, her hipster appearance which she also carried all throughout high school and college, was gone and her hair changed to have cute streaks of blonde throughout. She delved into her work and students. Even though our sex life dwindled, my overall love, desire and appreciation of her increased exponentially during this time. My sincere, proud, verbal accolades went to just being, "husband compliments".

Desperately desperate, I finally asked Angie, who worked as a counselor, to meet me at our corner bar, Coopers, to talk about my worries about Jen and get some possible advice. We met a few days later and we held hands as we talked.

The conversation started casual but it eventually turned to about Jen. I needed this chance to talk to our friend about my wife, without her being there.

Angie delved in by saying, "You know Jen is gay, right?"

I laughed at her.

She continued, "Seriously, you know she is gay right?"

Getting serious now, "Why do you say that? Has she been with you or your friends?" I asked.

She returned, "No" and then paused to think.

She continued again, "How is your sex life? I mean with Jen."

I looked at Angie and dropped her hand. I replied, "That's a bold question."

Angie replied, "Mike, Jen and I are friends. I already know the answer. I care about her. I care about you." She reached out and went back to holding my hand.

"You have a strange way of showing it, coming from someone that is constantly telling me that you want my wife for yourself."

"I know Mike. I do want her for myself. But, I see it in her eyes, Mike. I see the way she looks into my eyes and steals glances at me. I see the way she checks out my friends. She won't admit it. She loves you too much and still wants your babies. She has always, to an extreme, wanted to be a mom, like her own mom, first and foremost in life. She doesn't know what to do now. She is attracted to women, similar to me and my friends. She loves you but cannot have children with you. She feels caught."

"She told you all this?"

"She didn't have to and she won't."

"I am sorry but I am having a hard time believing you. You cannot tell me she hasn't enjoyed sex with me."

"Mike, the last two parties at my house, she was there. She was subconsciously flirting with me and some of my friends. They want to get into her pants almost as much as I do now. She had to drag herself out of my house because she knows what happens on the weekends there. It took her over an hour to get herself to finally leave each night. My friends were absolutely begging her to stay."

"I don't know, Angie. This sounds so far-fetched. Where was I?"

"At your conference in Chicago two weekends ago."

"So you really are planning to wedge yourself between me and Jen."

"I don't see it that way. But, yes. Just from my experience from being a counselor, she needs to know who she really is. She is confused right now. And, yes sorry, I desperately want to get into those hot little pants she was wearing those nights and be with her. Mike, she was braless and those oversized melons of hers were jiggling everywhere underneath her t-shirts. I was shocked and so horny for her that weekend. I made sure I was the one holding her hand the whole time, instead of the usual way around."

"And you didn't try anything?"

"No, I don't believe I will have to, but I may need to coax her a bit along the way."

"Again, so you really are going to try to wedge your way in?"

"It has already started Mike."

"And you think she would enjoy you and your lifestyle."

Angie looked me in the eyes and nodded her head yes. "Oh my God, from what I've been seeing lately, yes I do. I would love to be there for her and have all sorts of adventures together with her."

"And you don't think I won't try to stop this?"

"Yes Mike, but it won't go well. She won't be happy. You cannot tell me that you aren't already starting to see the signs. Her love for you will stay forever, no matter what. I can 'help', but you are eventually going to get hurt, angry and lonely. I will give you proof that you and her both need to move on. Otherwise, if she stays with you, she is going to be the one hurt, angry and lonely."

"Seriously?" I asked.

Angie pulled a piece of paper out of her purse. She put my name and her name on the top of it. "It is a nondisclosure agreement. I don't want you seeking revenge on her, me or anyone else. I will give you the proof you need and then some. I will make sure you get a copy."

"Sure, what the hell. I'll sign it. I think you're crazy wrong anyways." When we parted I was feeling hurt, angry and lonely. Angie's final hug did help. I knew Angie didn't ever want Jen or me to feel the way I was feeling at that moment. I was gut punched and felt worse than when I arrived.

Part 2 The keys

Days later, Angie with one of her friends, left on a seven day summer cruise vacation. For ease, Jen was asked to watch the friend's cat at Angie's house. I saw Angie's house keys on the counter the next day.

About a week after the end of the cruise, I received a strange text from Angie.

Angie: Can you snoop around and check for a set of keys that look like these?

In the picture sent, I recognized them by the unicorn tag on the keyring as Angie's house keys. After Jen went to bed, I found a similar set.

Me: Yes, but there's a third key also.

A short time later, I received a text with a photo of a third key.

Angie: Like this one?

Me: Yes.

I texted Angie a photo of the keys that I found in the back of the junk drawer in the kitchen.

Angie: Why that little sneak.

Me: What?

Angie: I have some suspicions. I promise to get back to you.

Me: Should I be worried?

Angie: How's your love life been?

Me: Far from great. Is she cheating on me?

Angie: I don't think so. If she did, believe me, I would be the first to know. I will be there if she does.

Me: Not funny Angie.

Angie: I wasn't trying to be funny. ????

I was tempted to sneak over to Angie's to look around myself but realized I didn't have the passcode for Angie's alarm system. I looked around our house but could not find any code written down. I decided not to drive myself crazy by trying to find one.

I received a text from Angie two days later. It contained an attachment to a camera app to be downloaded and an access code. I was reminded by Angie of the disclosure document we both signed and told me to make sure the camera notifications were set to 'on'. I downloaded the app to my phone and my laptop. Anything recorded would automatically be saved to my personal external memory. I finished within minutes.

Me: What is going Angie? Is she cheating on me?

Angie: No. I told you I would be the first to know.

Me: You really are going to be The Wedge aren't you?

Angie: Sorry Mike. I love you but yes, I hope so, for all our sake. I really want us all to be happy in the end.

Me: You're scaring me Angie.

Angie: I know Mikey and I really am sorry. I do love you.

That night I could not sleep. I felt hurt, angry and lonely.

The next morning, I woke up a tired wife and asked, "What are you doing today?"

A confused and sleepy woman rolled over in bed and replied, "I don't know. Stay at home, work on lesson plans again. Why?"

"I thought we could do something and something else if I stayed home."

"You're funny Mike. We both have work today."

"It's summer. You're a teacher."

"I need this time, so I don't go crazy during the school year. What's with you? Go to work."

"Dinner and then something?"

"Go to work, Mike. Since I am awake now, I will walk you to the door."

My sexy wife, dressed in purple sweat pants and a yellow sweat shirt, held my hand as she walked me to the door. Standing on her toes, she gave me a light kiss on the cheek and pushed me out the door.

Any amorous attempt that night would also fail. However, I knew it would, after I walked out the front door and found out how Jen spent her day.

Part 3 The sneak

At nine o'clock sharp, while sitting at my desk, my phone buzzed with a notification. The camera Angie had me download was on. What appeared on the camera screen was someone dressed in sweats similar to my wife in a room. The clarity and sound of the video was amazing. It looked professional. I quickly realized that it was my wife on my screen and she was pulling down her sweat bottoms and granny panties to her knees.

I got up, closed my office door and put headphones on. It would appear that I was on a conference call if someone looked in my window from the hallway.

By the time I got refocused on the camera again, Jen was trying to lower herself on something that looked like a saddle with a small rubber bump on top. I heard her grunt out frustration and she whipped off her sweat bottoms and her granny panties. I could hear her talking to herself.

"I really have to be more careful. I am getting sloppy about sneaking in here. No more sweat pants."

Since I have known her, Jen had always had this cute little habit of talking to herself out loud when she thought she couldn't be heard. I always knew what my presents were prior to Christmas and birthdays.

She lowered herself onto the saddle thing and grabbed what appeared to be a video game controller which was attached to the saddle by a cord. With a flick of a switch and turn of the dial, I heard my wife say, "Finally my friend. I've waited all weekend." As one of the dials was turned clockwise, the sound of vibrations increased. It sounded like a power sander. She continued to talk to herself.

"Yes!! I love this thing. It's amazing. I feel like I am ready to cum already. Fuck!!"

As her head started to lull about, I found out that swearing now seemed natural to her. I was feeling like I really didn't know my own wife at all. I refocused on screen by the sound of higher vibrations and my flawless 25 year old wife chanting, "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. Fuck I'm cummming." She dropped the controller and grabbed both her breasts. She whipped off her sweatshirt and her chest was now dripping in sweat. As she regrouped and turned down the vibrations on the controller, I assumed that she was done. I was about to close the camera on my phone when I heard the sounds of vibrations go up higher than they did before and my wife groaning, "Yes, one more." Together, during our marriage she never had more than one orgasm and even having just one was a plus for her. Here she was going for her second in less than 10 minutes.

A text popped up.

Angie: Are you watching?

Me: Yeah

Angie: She is hot as fuck.

Me: Yeah

Angie: You recording?

Me: Yeah

Angie: I guess she is not cheating.

Me: Yeah

Angie: Yet.

I made the mistake of texting: I thought she could only orgasm from me going deep and hard.

Angie: I guess not.

"Fuck I am going to cum again!!! I love this."

I heard the vibrations go off.

"I have to clean this up and get out of here."

At about eleven o'clock, I received a text from Angie.

Angie: I got a text from Jen asking about lunch today. I told her I couldn't make it home until about six.

Two minutes later my phone buzzed for me to check the motion detecting camera. Jen was back in the room.

Angie: Wow. That little vixen just played me.

Me: Can we meet at four o'clock at Coopers tomorrow? Just you and I.

Angie: I think we should. Are you going to watch the show?

Me: Yeah. I called in sick the rest of the day. I'm sitting in the corner of a nearby coffee shop right now. I think I should go over there.

Angie: Really bad idea Mike. I am sorry but you have to let this play out. We will meet at Coopers tomorrow, I promise.

With the loud roar of vibration, I looked at the camera and saw that Jen wasn't pretending this time. All her clothes were off and the saddle sounded like it was set on high.

In my earphones, I could hear, "Yes, Yes make me cum again. I fucking love this thing. It is so much better than mine."

Angie: Wow ????

As Jen rolled her hips back and forth, her boobs looked like pendulums.

Angie: I just texted Jen to see what she was up to. I could possibly go to lunch.

Me: You are mean

Jen looked at her phone screen and saw the text pop up. "Nooo!" She jumped off the saddle quickly and started cleaning up. Once Jen was dressed I received another text from Angie.

Angie: I just texted her. I said I forgot I was going out for happy hour and couldn't make lunch. I had a new appointment pop up and work to finish up first. Be home later for possible wine, though.

Me: You are mean.

Jen was texting as she started to take her clothes off again.

Angie: She texted that you two were going out tonight. Can I come with you guys?

Me: Sure

The vibrations started again while Jen was still texting.

Angie: I told her I texted you and you said it was fine for me to come.

Me: Should I stop calling you The Wedge?

Angie: Please stop.

Me: Can I still call you mean?

Angie: It seems appropriate for now.

"Yes, yes, yes just one more!!!"

Angie: That poor girl has it bad right now.

Jen was grabbing her big boobs with a smile on face. "I will never be the same. Fuck I love this thing. I'm cumming again." Jen turned the vibrator off, got up to clean up and got dressed.

As it closed in closer to three o'clock, with my laptop out, l decided to do some work remotely. A text popped up on my phone.

Angie: Mike, she's back again.

Jen was already in the room naked by the time I got the camera up. She just lowered herself down when she said, "Ok, just one more and then I am done for the day. Fuck!" The vibrations started low and quickly built up. Jen was sliding her bush back and forth against the nub on top of the saddle. "Just one more. Just one more and I am done for the day. Fuck, I'm cumming!!"

Jen, slumped over, turned off the saddle. "That was too fast. Okay, just one more. Then, I'm done." The saddle came to a rumble and she was off again visiting her own little island of pleasure. Sweat was now pouring off her face and body. "Just one more. Just one more. Fuck, I'm cumming again." This pattern continued for about a half-hour and Jen had noticeably come five times.

Angie: Holy crap is she gorgeous when she is cumming. I came twice while watching her. Mike?

Me: I'm waiting for tonight.

It was 4:45 pm when I got notification from the camera. I opened the camera app. I saw Jen had entered the saddle room again but dressed in a satin bathrobe. I got a text from Jen.

Jen: What time are you going to be home?

Me: 6:15 without traffic.

I got an incoming text from Angie to me.

Angie: I just got a text from Jen wondering when I was going to be home. I was going to tell her for you guys to meet me at Coopers at 6:30. You're watching? I haven't sent my reply yet.

Me: Yep

Angie: Are you ready for me to send my reply to her?

Me: Yep. Hit send.

The instant I heard the ding on Jen's phone over the camera, Jen's robe was on the floor and my fully naked wife was on the saddle again.

Jen started in, "I don't fucking care. I really don't fucking care. I waited all weekend for you."

I thought she was talking to someone the way she was talking.

Jen continued, "Just make me cum. I just want to cum and keep cumming."

Angie and I texted each other and kept counting the number of orgasms Jen was having. Going on for close to an hour, her whole body was drenched in sweat. The perspiration from her face rolled to her lips and was licked off.

Angie: Please tell me you are watching right now.

Me: Yep

I watched my wife as she lifted her own boob up and began to lick on her own nipple.

Angie: Holy fuck!!

Jen managed the controls but for the most part it was at one high speed with the controller on the floor. Jen started to alternate her licking of her boobs. Her mouth didn't seem content with her boobs anymore. As she held her right boob with her left hand, Jen secretly slid the fingers of her right hand down her body to her pussy, got them wet and slowly brought them to her mouth.

Angie: Did you just see that?

I did not need to respond. Jen repeated the motion as she originally did. Secret fingers to pussy and slowly to mouth. Secret fingers to pussy and slowly to mouth. Secret fingers to pussy and slowly to mouth.

Jen noticed and said, "Fuck, I'm leaking all over."

Jen reached down with her whole hand, to the huge puddle of juice on the saddle. She wiped the saddle with her hand, raised it to her mouth and proceeded lick her palm and fingers.

Angie: Holy fuck!

Jen with a stunned look in her eyes said, "Holy fuck." And did it again. Panic set in and she looked around, like to make sure no one saw. She turned the saddle off.

Jen started in with, "Oh my God. What the hell am I doing and thinking? What did I just do?"

Jen slid off to the side of the saddle and simply stared at it. As slowly as before, she lowered her head down and tentatively licked and tasted her own juice on the saddle. As she continued this, her breathing increased. It was then that I noticed she was rubbing her pussy at the same time. She then rested the side of her face on top of the saddle with her ass up in the air and legs spread wide. Her right hand was violently rubbing her pussy. Using her left arm she managed to jack her face up off the saddle. Facing the camera with her eyes clamped shut and mouth opened as far as possible, an orgasm literally ripped through her body harder than I have ever seen before. Her mouth, wet from her own pussy, just kept opening and closing as she raised to the balls of her feet, her body shaking uncontrollably. She tried to scream but nothing came out. She collapsed on the floor, with her legs shaking.

Angie: Convinced yet?

I arrived home at 6:15 pm like I said I would and Jen was in the shower. As I sat on the toilet lid, I watched her silhouette and waited for her to finish. She had a shocked look on her face when she opened the shower door and saw me sitting there. She quickly grabbed her nearby towel and covered herself up.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You just surprised me. How long have you been home?"

"A few minutes."

As the look of panic began to leave her face, the big fluffy towel that covered her did not move.

I walked out the bathroom door saying, "Angie is already at Coopers. Wear those sexy jeans you have and that Stones t-shirt I got you for your birthday."

A frantic looking Jen, stomped out of the bedroom dressed as told. I looked at her and said, "I dare you to go braless."

Without even a pause to think, Jen pivoted on one foot and returned to the bedroom. Two minutes later she returned with no bra on and walked past me without looking at me.

"Happy?" She asked as she went.

"I think everyone will be, actually," I replied.

A half-hour into dinner and a half a glass of wine, Jen kept closing her darker than usual makeup eyes and was nodding off at the table. Angie and I just kept glancing at each other.

A smirking Angie asked, "Jen, you ok? You look exhausted. What did you do today?"

Jen realized that we were both staring at her waiting for an answer. She suddenly perked up and realized she had to reply.

"I umm. I don't know, I just don't feel right. I called my doctor today to make an appointment. I feel kinda, really sore down below. I don't know if it is related to my earlier problems."

Smartass Angie asked, straight faced, "Is it itchy? Like you have an itch that constantly needs to be scratched? Maybe, is it leaking? I can look at it if you would like. Maybe rub some lotion on it?"

"Really you two?" I asked.

Being serious, Jen continued, "Right now. It just feels sore."

Angie finished with, "Sorry Mike. For how sexy your wife looked when she walked in, I thought for sure you were going to get some tonight. Jen-Baby, I love the braless look on you."

As she perked up and stared at Angie, Jen shook her boobs back and forth at her.

Angie looked at Jen a quietly said, "Oh... my... fucking... God. I can't wait."

Jen leaned her elbows on the table towards Angie and quietly returned, "For what?"

Jen wiggled at Angie again, but clearly now with very erect nipples and a smile.

I interrupted and said, "You know I am right here, right?"

Jen continued to flirt at Angie and answered, "You dared me, remember? Plus, I really like the way Angie is looking at me. This is fun. We really should do this more often. Maybe we could go topless at Bikini Beach sometime? Angie?"

Jen wiggled at Angie once more but bit her own lower lip at the same time.

Angie stated, "Mike, you know I am going to take her away from you. In fact, it just may be tonight."

Jen bit into her french fry and tried to laugh but it came out as a giggle. I waited. Jen didn't give her usual reply to Angie and I, this time. As the conversation shifted to the benefits of retirement accounts, Jen slowly began to nod off again. Angie held Jen's hand as we walked to my car and got her into the passenger side. Angie walked around the car, she stopped in front of me and said, "I am sorry Mike. I really, truly am sorry. If only you were a woman... I love you Mike, but like a brother. Again, I am sorry." She gave me a kiss on the cheek, got in her car and left me standing next to mine. I got my car and I drove my passed out partner home.

Part 4 Counseling

The next day, I let Jen sleep in and I went to work. I texted Jen as soon as I got there.

Me: Good morning Sweetheart. Were you trying, for real, to flirt with Angie last night?

Fifteen minutes later - Jen: It was just the wine. Just having a little fun with her.

Me: You know she will take you seriously if you do?

Jen: Ok, Mike. You caught me. I am now a lesbian trying to seduce our neighbor friend. Are you really being serious now?

Me: Yes. I am.

Sensing irritation in her text toward me, Jen: I have to get up. I have a doctor's appointment at 10:30. Should last about an hour.

At 10:31, Jen was back on the horse and riding the saddle. I found out from Angie that it is called a Sybian. This session was a quick one. She had only like four quick orgasms and she was done.

Later that day, Me: What did the doctor say?

Jen: I have to go in for more testing next week. Probably an all day thing. They said they will probably be poking around down there and I will be sore all week. I will probably go into work for a couple days also.

Me: You want me to go with you to the doctor?

Jen: No. I will be fine. I am really sorry, Mike.

Me: For what?

Jen: I am not the woman that you thought you married. I feel broken and I am breaking again.

Me: Jen I will always love you. With or with having kids. Maybe therapy again?

Jen: I love you. But

Me: Jen?

She stopped texting and I knew she was done. I went back to doing my work. At four o'clock, I was supposed to and I did meet up with Angie after work at Coopers.

Angie started the conversation in an unexpected way, "Mike, can I ask you a strange question?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Just how big, you know, are you?"

"I never compared. I never been with another man, sorry,"

Angie slid up right next to me and showed me a picture on her phone.

"This size?"

"Geez Angie, no. I don't want to look."

"No, ok. I don't like looking either."

"Bigger than this guy?"

"Yes!"

"Bigger than this guy?"

"Yeah!"

"Bigger?"

"Yeah!"

"Bigger?"

"About the same I guess."

Angie looked at my crotch and said, "Holy fuck, Mike. You're hung aren't you? How are you not arrogant?"

"Ok, sure Angie, whatever you say."

"Can I see it?" She asked with a smirk.

"Be serious Angie, I'm here to talk about Jen."

"Did you find her vibrator yet?"

I didn't say a word. Angie grabbed my hand and said, "Sorry, that was cold of me."

Just as I started to get comfortable, Angie started in again, "I sorry again, Mike. But that little wifey of yours is driving me insane. Did you watch it today? And here at the bar last night? I am going out of my freaking mind."

Feeling like we were having two different conversations, I tried to get Angie to focus. "I am worried about her. She is blatantly lying to me Angie. I feel like I should confront her."

Angie paused and I saw her thinking. Finally, she said, "Just give her a little time and space, Mike. She is just trying to figure things out and try to keep everyone happy, or at least trying to not make us upset with her."

"I'm sure you're happy if you're right, but I am not."

"I warned you, Mike. You are going to have a rough road ahead. I don't see this ending well for you. I'm sorry, Mike."

"I know it's the sheep asking the lion what they can do, but what can I do?"

"Honestly? Have an affair. Break it off first."

"You know I can't do that. I'm not really sure I believe you in the first place. All of this doesn't make sense. What if I asked you to change the locks on your door, Angie?"

"I am trying to help you, Mike. You're keeping the recordings and not sharing right?"

"Yeah?"

"Pretty good proof Mike."

"I am not blackmailing my own wife Angie."

"Not saying that, Mike. Take it from me Mike, the counselor. The proof will force both of you to move forward in your lives or at least force out the truth. Plus they are really hot to watch."

"I want to keep my wife Angie, but it's becoming really hard not to get mad at her and trust you. I love my wife dearly and I want the old Jen back."

"I know Mike."

I left feeling gut punched again. I went home and went straight to bed. Jen came to bed shortly after, spooned my back all night long and never said a word. I heard her silent tears.

The next day was quiet on all fronts. Thursday was different, way different. I found out I should have kept my mouth shut about our sex life.

Part 5 The fuck machine

That morning, at 10:27 my phone lit up. I checked the camera and saw that I had two text messages, one from Jen and one from Angie. On the camera, Jen was pacing back and forth in her satin bathrobe waiting for me to text her back.

Angie: You watching?

Me: Yeah. What the hell is that thing?

Angie: It's a fuck machine. I borrowed it from a friend of mine and we brought it over here last night from her place. She stayed the night and helped me set it up. Of course, she had to demonstrate. It's not really my thing. I prefer a more one-on-one personal intimate kinda thing or things that go buzz.

Me: What does it do?

Angie: It fucks the living shit out of you. After what you told me, Jen will not be leaving that room today, not even for lunch. She asked for my schedule today. I told I was not coming home and was staying with a friend. You may want to leave work and go somewhere private.

Me: Are you serious?

Angie: Mike, I'm home, in my bedroom. My friend that stayed over last night, borrowed my car this morning. Jen thinks I am at work.

Jen is now playing with the dial of the machine to see how fast it can go. She gets up and texts me again.

Jen: Mike where are you? I might have plans today. Text me back soon!!!

I watched Jen pace the room and saw when her satin bathrobe hit the floor. A naked Jen got on her knees, crawled over to get ready to give it a go but she saw a box on the chair. She got up, walked over and looked in the box. A wide smile bloomed on Jen's face.

I texted Angie: What's in the box?

Angie: Attachments, some big ones too.

Jen held one up. Her fingers couldn't close all the way around it and it looked as big as her forearm.

"Holy shit, no way." I heard Jen over the camera.

Jen hears a ping on her phone and in a frustrated tone said, "Finally."

Jen is now texting and talking out loud again, "No God dammit, Angie. I'm not going to text you a picture of my outfit right now. Mike, fucking text me back or call me."

I text Jen: What's up?

Jen: I need to know if you are coming for lunch or staying late tonight.

Me: Why do you sound so urgent?

Jen: Sorry Mike. I was just looking over something and thinking about trying something new.

Me: Like a recipe? Like what? I got to go and will see you shortly after six tonight. Btw, I have to leave on Monday 'til Friday for a business trip.

"Oh dear," Jen said out loud. Jen pulled a scrunchy off her wrist and put her long brown hair in a pony. She wasted no more time, got on her hands and knees and lined the fake cock with her pussy. She scooted back to let it enter her body and turned the dial slowly. Jen's face broke out into another smile and said, "This is going to be good. Oh, this is going to be really good. No stopping this thing. I've got the rest of the day and I want it deep and slow for as long as possible. Yes."

For twenty minutes, Jen kept the same pace but never came. She was building up. The dildo that was pounding her pussy, shook her ass and rippled her body to make her tits jiggle. A smile never left her face except when she had little climaxes which appeared as small, whole body shivers. At one point, Jen's big brown eyes got even bigger as she looked at the object creating a slight shadow in the camera view. A naked Angie appeared in the room. She knelt in front of my wife and eased the controller away from Jen.

A frightened Jen said, "I'm sorry."

Angie replied, "No worries baby. I can share."

Angie turned the dial way up and then way down. Jen squealed. She did it again and got the same result from Jen.

Angie said, "I feel like I have three toys in here. Jen, you want to be my toy?"

Angie cranked the machine up to high. Jen's face immediately hit the floor and Angie turned it back down but not off, again.

"Jen, you didn't answer my question."

Jen raised back on her hands.

"Jen, do you want to be my toy? Obviously you're not trying to crawl away. I bet you, you're about ready to cum."

Angie then cranked the machine up high and left it. As she managed to stay up this time with locked elbows, Jen was getting really close. Her whole body was tightening up. With pursed lips, Jen's fists and toes had curled in. Angie turned it back down low again.

"Jen, it was a simple question. You can leave here if you want. Do you want to be my toy?"

Jen slowly nodded her head.

"Just give me a little kiss to seal the deal and I will let you cum."

Angie leaned and got her peck from Jen's lips.

"Time to cum." Angie cranked the fuck machine on high and pushed Jen's shoulders back toward the machine. Jen was getting it deep, fast and hard now. After Jen's first explosive orgasm, Angie quickly moved so that Jen's face was buried high in her bosom. This move forced Jen's arms to reach around Angie's waist and grab her friend's ass for support. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm after orgasm then tore Jen apart. She was staring up at Angie in disbelief. Angie was holding Jen's face up and was kissing it all over, including her lips.

All throughout as Jen muttered and groaned, Angie kept encouraging her, "Keep going Jen. Just enjoy being a woman. Let your slut out. It's okay, baby. We can do this anytime you want. Just tell me you love it and want more."

"I fucking love it. I want more, please Angie. Please let me have more," Jen managed to whisper prior to her last orgasm. An orgasm which caused her to collapse away from the machine and curl up on the floor.

Angie went behind and spooned Jen for a few minutes. As Jen rested, Angie caressed her all over.

In Jen's ear I could hear Angie, "It's ok baby. We still have time for more. And, more tomorrow."

Still with her eyes closed, Angie's gentle words caused Jen to smile and stretch like a cat out from her balled position. Angie stopped her light kisses on Jen's back and got her a light blanket to cover her up. Jen rolled over and was probably watching as Angie replaced the dildo on the fuck machine with a bigger, veinier dildo and the Sybian with a new attachment that stuck up in the air which looked like a finger. As Angie looked in the camera, she showed me that it also had the ability to rotate by the using of the other dial on the controller.

Me: Please send her home.

Angie: She is napping but you can come get her if you want. But, I think we both know that would be a bad idea. She wants to be here right now. She could have left anytime if she wanted to. She is not caged in. Awe, she's so cute right now. She's smiling with her eyes closed.

Me: If you care about me, send her home.

Angie: Hate to say it but she is having the time of her life. She's starting to hit her sexual prime. Unfortunately, me for you, so am I. It's my turn now. Time for the next show and boy do I need it. I love this thing too.

Angie lowered herself on the new attachment on the saddle. She turned both the dials up.

Angie announced, "This one hits my g-spot."

Hearing this, Jen, still covered in a blanket, propped herself up on one elbow to watch Angie.

In a loud whisper over the sound of the saddle, I hear Jen say, "You're so, so pretty, and your body is so amazing."

Angie leans back on the saddle, grabs her own ankles and moans, "Thank you baby. Now, show me those boobies of yours Jen. Oh, you have to try this other attachment on here

It's... hit... ting.... my... g... spot. Fuck I am going to cum."

From watching the videos later, I eventually noticed later, the blanket was lowered freeing her boobs and Jen's other arm was moving under the blanket as she watched Angie. It was the videos that helped me as I wrote the small, but yet noticeable, details to include in this story.

Angie bolted forward on the saddle, grabbed her boobs with both hands, pulled herself harder down on the saddle and came loudly. Her husky voice turned into groans of delight. After calming down, Angie looked at Jen's boobs and saw Jen's hand moving under the blanket, she growled out, "Don't stop! Watching you is going to make me fucking cum again."

Surprisingly, Jen said, "Cum you little slut."

Angie lost it and came again staring at Jen's hand still under the blanket.

Jen then asked, "Can I try it?"

Angie turned it down for a minute and then cranked it back up. Angie was cumming again but with now eyes closed. She muttered as she came, "So fucking good. So fucking good."

Angie turned down both knobs to a low speed and just sat there. She smiled over at Jen and turned the knobs slowly back up. She was softly moaning again. Looking at Jen, Angie panted, "If you want me to get off this thing and give you a turn, you have to come over and give me some sugar." Angie puckered her lips for a kiss.

To my surprise, a naked and now unembarrassed, Jen slowly rose up and crawled over to Angie. She knelt in front of the saddle, while looking Angie in the eyes, in gentle fashion, took the controller from Angie's hands. In an instant, I could hear the Sybian on full blast roaring away.

"Here's some sugar for Angie."

A trembling Angie came hard and fast.

"Stop, stop, stop, you have to stop."

Jen flipped the on/off switches for the dials to off. Angie looked at Jen with an exhausted smirk and said, "I will still get some sugar from you. Do you want to go out for lunch now or go for a quick spin first?"

Jen answered, "Please."

"Okay, but hurry, I'm starving. I'll go quick, get ready."

Angie wasn't out of the room yet and Jen was hopping on the saddle.

Just as she was leaving, "If you want to know the best way to ride that thing, I have tomorrow off too. I can show you. To make sure you wouldn't die of pleasure on my toys or me having to worry about you getting a sore pussy, I am going to change the security code on the alarm. Man, you're fucking sexy."

By the time Angie had finished her speech, Jen had both knobs unabashedly at quarter turn already. With Jen's eyes now closed, Angie snuck over on her tiptoes and gave Jen a light kiss on the lips. Angie exclaimed, "Sometimes, you have to steal the sugar." Jen reflexively licked her lips and smiled. Jen's head then tilted back and a groan instantly came out.

Angie walked out of the room and another quarter turn was made on the dials. Jen continued to moan and groan and then came. This one was not as violent but brought joy and a calm to her face.

"Let's go!!! I'm getting hangry."

Jen switched both switches to off and jumped off the saddle.

Jen yelled out the door, "You said we had all day."

Angie yelled back, "I like a slow boil. My toys, my rules. Plus, remember, you agreed to be one of my toys."

"Well this sucks!!!"

A closer voice said, "Jen, trust me, it is only going to get better. When you come back tomorrow, I am going to show you what that last thing you were on, can really do. Go get ready for lunch."

Me: Are you really going to change the code?

Angie: Yeah

Me: Thank you

Angie: Mike you can trust me but like I said it's not going to end well for you.

Me: What are you going to do? I'm her husband, I feel I should be protecting her from you.

Angie: I get it but, she is the one choosing to go down the rabbit hole, Mikey. She thinks she is finally getting to make her own decisions in life. Don't count on her coming back out. We will know for certain tomorrow. We will see if she accepts my invitation, on her own free will, to come back to play again.

Me: Don't hurt her, Angie.

Angie: She is going to experience life like never before. I will keep her safe. You saw her. She is not saying no and not running away. She is making these choices on her own. She loves you but she is chasing the rabbit, Mike. I would like to think that she still has the safety of us.

Me: I feel like I am getting gut punched again.

Angie: I know Mike. I love her too. I can't walk away, just like me, she isn't either. I love you Mike. I'm sorry. Please believe me.

I got home at the usual time. I saw Jen mixing up a premixed bag salad in a bowl.

She asked, "Can you make some toast?"

"I thought you were going to try a new recipe today?"

"Sorry."

"For what?"

"I know I shouldn't have but I was with Angie and we went out for a long lunch."

"Ok. I still don't know what you are sorry about."

"You are going to think I'm a bad wife for... not being here for you."

"You are a bad wife... I used to get hugs and kisses when I got home."

Jen ran over to me and kissed me hard. She started sobbing into my chest.

Jen through her tears, "I don't think I can stop."

I didn't feel like I needed to and did not ask, "Stop what?"

She fell asleep soon on the couch with her head on lap, holding my hand. It was officially our longest dry spell. I still was holding onto hope at this time. I couldn't mentally or physically force myself on her. She was wiping tears getting into bed that night. I felt I was gut punched again, so I was the one who got spooned that night. I got up in the middle of night and forced myself to throw up in the toilet, just to try to feel better.

Part 6 The rolling orgasms

Angie: Mike, why am I getting a text at 10 in the morning that your little wifey is coming over so soon?

Me: I told her I was taking her to lunch.

Angie: I get it. You still believe you can stop this. She is banging at my door right now. I can hear her yelling for me now. I suppose I should go answer it.

The motion detector started the camera in the room. Jen paced around the room in her satin robe.

"Angie, I really wanted that one today but you promised me how to run that one today. We have to hurry, Mike is taking me to lunch."

"Jen, come on in. Glad to see you too."

"Angie, I am serious now. I don't want to miss three days straight. Plus you said I could come over today."

"It sounds like you're planning on coming back on Monday too. I have work, you know."

As she paced, Jen blurted, "Mike is going out of town on Monday and coming back Friday."

"Really, Monday when?"

"Afternoon."

"Dinner?"

"Sure. I am being serious here Angie. Which one?"

"Give me some sugar and I will get you off."

Jen ran over and gave her a big kiss on the lips.

"Okay, which one?"

Angie pointed at the sybian.

"I got a better attachment than that one."

Angie reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out one that looked just like the last one but the "finger" was a little bigger and had ridges going around it. She attached it to the sybian and added some lube.

As Angie began to undress, she watched Jen remove her robe. A bolder Jen moved over to the sybian and straddled above it herself. Angie quickly grabbed Jen's hand.

"Jen, I am warning you, after today, you will never be the same. You are going to discover the true delights of being a woman. Your body and mind are going to crave more and more of what I can give you. Believe me, I am going to make you experience complete ecstasy. Is my little toy ready?"

She stared into Angie's eyes and nodded yes. Still holding Angie's hand, Jen lowered herself completely down onto the saddle, attachment and all. Angie grabbed the sybian controller and sat on the ground in front of Jen.

Angie said, "Sugar."

Jen leaned over and gave her a kiss with no resistance.

Angie sat away from Jen holding the controller. "I have to see your body reactions to do this right. I am going to give you two big orgasms first. Your pussy will get really sensitive. After that I can possibly get you to rolling orgasms. They aren't as strong but feel a like continuous roll of one orgasm into the next orgasm. You're going to feel like you are floating in heaven. You might ask me to stop but I'm not going to. Are you ready to experience what a woman can do to you?"

Before Jen could answer, both dials were cranked up halfway and Jen was grabbing her own boobs trying to hold on for dear life. Angie cranked both another quarter.

A wide-eyed Jen quickly went into, "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. I'm cumming hard!!!"

Jen's back snapped forward hard and almost threw herself off the sybian.

Angie turned the knobs to a low rumble.

"Jen, that was beautiful."

Just as Jen was about to wipe her sweaty lip, when Angie turned the knobs halfway again. Jen jumped but not off the sybian. Just as fast as she turned them up she turned them down. This pattern continued but just a little higher on the high side each time. Finally Jen broke and had another loud orgasm. Jen was waving at Angie to stop. Angie started revving sybian. Angie got to the point she would let Jen cum at the high point each time and then quickly, go low. The intensity of each orgasm went down each time along with the time span between each orgasm.

Angie's revving between high and low decreased but the knobs were at about seven out of ten. Finally, Angie put the controller on the ground and picked up her phone.

Angie: Do you see her Mike?

Mike: Yeah

In her hypnotic state, Jen hands loosely held the front of the sybian and her head was straight back with her mouth open. One continuous groan was being emitted from her throat. Her body jumped a little every time she had an orgasm.

Angie: She is in her own little wonderland right now. She is having rolling orgasms and she is floating. She can barely feel when one ends and another begins. I do this once a month. Jen is going to beg me for this everyday for a while. She probably will be cumming straight like this for the next half hour.

Angie left the controller on the ground and watched Jen for 15 more minutes.

Angie: Are you ready Mike?

Me: For what?

Angie: It's time for the boil over.

Angie put her phone down and scooted over to Jen. Angie grabbed the back of Jen's hair and began licking and sucking on her neck. Jen's arms automatically went over Angie's shoulders. The orgasms seemed to slightly increase in intensity. Both of Angie's hands came forward and she started squeezing both of Jen's boobs as continued on her neck. Angie kissed her way down Jen's sternum eventually started sucking on one boob and as she squeezed the other. Jen orgasms appeared to double in intensity as she grabbed the back of Angie's head with one hand while her other grabbed the back of Angie's hand on her boob. Angie's mouth made its way back up and was sucking on Jen chin. The boilover occurred when Angie stood and bent over Jen. Angie, while holding Jen's face, opened her own mouth and enveloped it over Jen's orgasm-induced, open mouth. Deep kissing ensued. Jen then came hard one time and was awoken from her trance.

As Jen looked up at Angie, she said with a satisfied voice, "That was delicious. Wow."

All through our lunch together, Jen was smiling, giggling and had a faraway look in her eyes.

The amount of time and intensity that Jen paced around the house increased over that weekend. It was like watching a spring being slowly tightened. The drought also continued. All the kisses that I gave her were quickly ended by her. I would only want her, if she only wanted me. Sorry, that's the only way love works for me and what I need from a woman.

Part 7 Adultery

I texted Jen at the gate while waiting for my plane.

Me: I miss you. You do know it has been a while since we did it?

Jen: I know and I am sorry.

Me: What are you doing?

Jen: Getting ready.

Me: For what?

Jen: I got a date with Angie.

Me: What?

Jen: It's not a real one.

Me: Are you sure?

Jen: No.

Me: No?

Jen: I mean 'no' it is not a real date and stop.

Me: I didn't start anything. You seem confused.

Jen: I'm done. I will text you later. Have a nice flight.

I assumed at the time that my last text went unread because I never got a reply back to it.

Me: I love you Jen.

After I settled in and had dinner in my room, I received a text from Angie.

Angie: Jen forgot her phone at home.

The next text from Angie was a picture of Jen sitting across from her at a tableclothed restaurant. Jen had her arms on the table overlapping, wearing a low cut red dress. The smiling Jen was wearing makeup and long dangling earrings. She looked elegant and stunning. Something that I haven't seen in a really long time.

Me: Not a date huh?

Angie: She looks beautiful. I can't wait. Be ready. We will be going back to my place after dinner.

After an hour, Angie texted: We are back. Please record everything.

This is where I should say, I do not remember everything from that night. The details for the writing of this story was aided by the videos.

The motion detector notified me that the camera in the room had been turned on.

I heard Jen's voice, "I really don't know how I left my phone at home Angie. I really should call Mike first."

"You will. It may take a couple of days, but you will," Angie said with a laugh.

Angie molded herself into Jen from behind and in her husky voice asked, "What do you want, Jen?"

Jen pointed at the Sybian.

In her sweetest voice Jen replied, "Can we please do the rolling orgasms again? I've been thinking about them all weekend."

As her hands began to explore Jen, in an even lower seductive voice, Angie hissed out, "Hmm... I warned you before Jen about them. They are addictive. What if I said I have a way that could make them better?"

"Really? How is that even possible?"

Angie moved back one step and took hold of Jen's zipper on the back of her dress.

Like a viper ready to strike, Angie gave Jen her options, "This is totally your choice right now, baby. If you want to experience a night of mind-numbing orgasms, tell me and I will unzip you. Otherwise, it is time for you to go home."

"Unzip me please."

Angie, in an agonizing and slowest way possible, pulled the zipper down to Jen's ass. It was soon clear that Jen was braless and pantyless. Only her dangling earrings would be the only things to remain on her. However, those also would be removed shortly.

Angie says, "Wow, you came prepared."

Angie, with light fingertips, prompted the dress off Jen's shoulders and watched it slide to the floor. In what appeared to be a trance, Jen stared across the room at the Sybian. She stepped out her dress, removed her jewelry and then proceeded to glide toward her, soon to be, vibrating destination. As Angie glared at Jen, she was stumbling all over own purple dress trying to hurry and remove it. Jen, forgoing lube, wasted no time and slid the attachment into her pussy as she got on top of the Sybian for a ride.

"I'm ready Angie. Please?"

"Oh my, you are an eager little one aren't you?"

Jen gave her seductive smile and wiggled her bottom down to get somehow lower on the saddle. Angie kneeled down, right in front of Jen and lifted the controller up off the floor. Although both were nude, Jen seemed comfortable and wanted Angie to be there. Jen waited. She could have easily grabbed the controller and started the vibrating machine herself.

"I need my sugar." Angie prompt.

Instead of a kiss, Jen raised her arms and folded them over her own head. Similar to last time when we all met at Coopers, in an inviting fashion, Jen shook her now naked tits at Angie from side-to-side. Knowing full-well now, what Angie's reaction and comment would be, Jen just giggled at her.

In kind, Angie reiterated, "Oh... my... fucking... God. I can't wait."

Likewise, Jen teased with, "For what, Angie?"

Without any further hesitation on Jen's part, she leaned forward. Angie wormed her hand into the back of my wife's hair. Small, short butterfly kisses ensued. Angie pulled, without resistance, Jen forward to get one more kiss. However, this kiss looked wildly different. Jen's arms flew straight out to her sides with open palms. Seemingly, Angie's tongue was also exploring Jen's mouth. As she began to reciprocate, Jen's hands slowly lowered to Angie's thighs, and the kiss began to linger on and on. Angie was the one who finally pulled away, commented and then asked Jen, "Now that's what you call sugar. Are you ready for me?"

A wide-eyed, blushing Jen, clearly in thought process, just nodded her head. Angie scooted back and hit the control switches on. She slowly turned up both dials. I expected a high, fast, quick orgasm like last time. But it didn't occur. Angie revved the saddle like a muscle car at the start of a race.

Jen looked like she was getting frustrated and getting frustrated with Angie also. Angie then slowly increased and decreased the dials, refusing to let Jen cum when dials hit a high point. Finally, Angie set the Sybian on a low rumble and crawled over to the very front of Jen.

"Angie please."

"Remeber how I promised you, that you were going experience ecstasy."

A desperate Jen nodded and pleaded again, "Please Angie."

"It's meow meow time, Jen."

Angie reached into a bag that was now behind her back, pulled out and put a white tablet on the tip of her own tongue. Angie extended her tongue towards Jen and Jen appeared to know what to do. Leaning forward Jen gently scraped the pill off Angie's tongue with her teeth and swallowed. Angie took another tablet out.

Angie said to Jen, "Stick out your tongue, but don't swallow this one."

Jen stuck out her tongue and a pill was placed on the tip by Angie. Angie leaned in but used her lips to scrape the pill off Jen's tongue. Angie swallowed and returned to Jen's still open mouth. Angie, now with ease, pried Jen's mouth open further using just her lips and tongue. Long, deep, wet kisses ensued. Jen's horny hips were wiggling in every direction.

With the extra tongue now removed from her mouth, in a cracked voice, Jen asked, "Angie?"

"Almost there baby, ecstasy is coming soon."

She reached out and pulled on Jen's nipples to make them harder than before. Encouraging Jen to explore more, Angie removed her fingers from Jen's nipples and brought Jen's hands up to her own boobs to let her reciprocate the nipple hardening process. Angie looked at the dazed woman in front of her and said, "We are both almost there Jen. You are doing great."

Angie then placed Jen's hands on her shoulders and said, "Look into my eyes, Jen."

Jen with a worried tone asked one word, "When?"

"I will know."

Angie turned up the Sybian just a bit more. Jen started to pull Angie forward so her elbows were now on Angie's shoulders and their foreheads nearly touching. While she stared into Angie's eyes, Jen's dilated eyes widened and her jaw lightly trembled like she was cold.

Jen pressed forward again, and this time, it was Jen forcing her tongue into Angie's mouth. Jen pulled herself out of Angie's mouth. Her trembling body was moist with perspiration.

"Angie? Angie?"

"Do you need to cum Jen?"

Jen nodded her head wildly.

Angie dialed down and continued, "What if I told you I have two more toys that are better and more satisfying than this one? They can make you cum as much as you want, as long as you want and as hard as you want? Do you want to try them with me?"

As Jen wildly nodded again and jaw continued to tremble, she managed, "Anything, Angie please, anything."

Angie hit the switches off the Sybian and she raised Jen up by her hands. Holding her hand, Angie led Jen out of the room. I saw Angie hit her phone that sat on the nearby dresser.

Angie: New camera code 55776.

I saw a door being opened by the time I got the other camera going. Angie got behind Jen and started to talk in her ear.

"Do you like my toys, Jen?"

On the playground of a kingsized bed and separated by a stuffed unicorn, were two, very naked, brunette women, who could possibly pass for twins, waving at my wife.

Well rehearsed, at the same time, the ladies said, "Hi, Jen."

I stopped hoping for that phone call.

With Angie's chin on Jen's shoulder from behind, Angie reached through Jen's arms and with both hands, firmly squeezed Jen's big boobs. A moan was heard from the doorway. A double moan was heard when both the nipples got pinched.

"You remember Shyla and Veronica? You were flirting with them at the parties, Jen. They begged me to be here tonight for you. They may look young but they're going to make you cum. It'll be longer and harder than you ever experienced before. We all agreed to not let you stop cumming. Just think Jen, you can cum much as you desire until you are fully satisfied. You just need to finally give in."

Angie kissed the side of Jen's neck, walked around and grabbed her hand. With a silent 'come on' shake of her head, she lightly pulled Jen towards the women on the bed. Raised up on her tiptoes, Jen was slowly escorted to the playground.

Jen said, "You promise?"

"Oh yes Jen. It's time for you to experience sexual nirvana. To find out what three, hungry, drugged induced women can do to that banging body of yours. We're going to make you cum even when you think you can't cum anymore. You're going to absolutely love it."

The two brunettes moved to the end of the bed, each took one of Jen's hands and pulled her in and on. Jen was carefully laid on her back. She quickly had three women exploring her whole body. As they settled in, Jen had one brunette sucking on her boobs, one marking up her neck and her best friend spreading my wife's thighs wide apart.

Ready to devour the pussy in front of her, Angie asked Jen, "Are you ready to commit adultery?"

Jen pleaded out, "Yeees. I don't care anymore. Please, I need to cum. Do whatever you guys want to me but please, make me cum."

Jen affirmed her pleas by arching her back and voluntarily grabbing the back of her own knees to spread her legs even wider apart. Angie went to work on my wife's pussy and after two minutes, I heard my wife literally wail, for the first time ever. At the top her lungs she cried, "Oh my fucking God guys, I'm cumming. Please don't stop! Please don't stop!" I watched as Jen's stomach violently clenched and unclenched. She had tears running down her face. She was sobbing and cumming at the same time. I have never seen so much pleasure before, then or now.

I turned down the volume on my laptop, walked out the door and down to the lobby bar. I did not return until after the bar closed. When I got back to my room, in my drunken state, I quickly checked my computer and saw that bedroom activities were still going on. Head thrown back, on her knees, my once timid wife was sitting on and getting eaten out by someone named Veronica. I crashed on the bed, fell asleep but it was restless. I never made it to the conference the next day.

Part 7 Jen's night continued

As I stated before, my writing started out as my own therapy. However, I do know that the readers of this story would want to know the details of Jen's personal time with Angie and Angie's friends. I received permission to write and publish, but not to show the videos to anyone. The participants helped in the editing and some of the details in this story also. I personally would consider the next set of events in this story, aberrations of all of our lives.

Shyla began the rotation process by licking upward from a well-sucked set of big boobs to Jen's neck. Jen now had two women manipulating her neck and earlobes. With a set of hips squirming in front of her, Angie continued her own manipulations of sucking and deeply finger fucking her new lover's pussy. Shyla took advantage of Jen's second orgasm by covering her open mouth with her own. Jen was slipping into the depravity of her situation by accepting the new tongue into mouth and again was reciprocating. Trying to keep them both in place, Jen had one hand gripping the back of Shyla's head as they kissed heavily and another behind Angie's head forcing another tongue to stay in her pussy. The third hand that Jen was missing, couldn't keep the sucking Veronica from moving from one delicious boob to the next delicious boob. Jen's convulsing indicated that was ready to blow.

And she did. The pinned-down Jen experienced one more pussy eaten, finger banged, gut wrenching orgasm before the 'Jen focused', all lady, rotation continued. She really was going to be the center of attention for the night. Any fight Jen might have had, appeared to be gone and she was accepting her fate. As time slipped away, it would be hard to believe Jen was being tortured when hearing her go, "Eat my pussy Shyla. Please eat my pussy. Fuck me with your fingers harder. God I love all of this. Make me cum again." Each woman had a turn giving Jen at least two, good, hard orgasms. During Shyla's turn, she had managed to get four of her tiny fingers in Jen's pussy and was fucking her hard when Jen's back and ass was fully arched off the mattress with another absolute massive orgasm. There was no way Jen could ever forget this night.

During a small refractory period for Jen, Angie and Shyla had managed a little satisfaction for themselves by getting into sixty-nine next to Jen and Veronica. On their sides, as they intently watched the action in front of them, Veronica, from behind, reached over and was rubbing the front of Jen's pussy. As she nibbled on Jen's shoulder, Veronica tried to cajole Jen to cum again.

In Jen's ear but still auditable, Veronica narrated the erotic scene in front of them, "God, for a woman that considers herself seriously straight, Shyla loves only drop-dead beautiful women like you, that's her kink. You're the only reason why she is here. And believe me, she's not done with you yet, Jen. Oh no, it looks like Angie is getting close cumming. Look at her. Don't they look hot together, Jen? Fuck, there is nothing hotter than watching two gorgeous women trying to get each other off at the same time. Just so you know, you are one fucking lucky woman tonight. You hit the jackpot. Here she goes. No! I guess they're both cumming."

Veronica then worked Jen onto her back again but with Jen's legs completely wrapped around Veronica's waist. A full, teenagers on the couch style of make out ensued. The heat and voraciousness of their grinding session grabbed the attention of the other temporarily satisfied women as they unfolded themselves from each other. They watched with stunned expressions, as Jen started, by all appearances, to commit to what she really wanted. Jen at one point, physically took control of the situation and threw Veronica off and onto her back. While she held Veronica's head down to the bed by her hair, Jen spread her legs and sat her pussy on Veronica's face and now out reaching tongue.

With unintended and unbridled passion, Jen managed to vent out, "So much better than the Sybian. Oh fuck, so much better. Eat my pussy and make cum. I want all of you to eat my pussy this way. Fuck Veronica. You guys can spoil me like this all night long. Fuck Angie thank you for tonight. I'm loving all of this." Followed by, "I can't stop cumming. This is so much better. Best fucking orgasms ever. Eat my pussy Veronica. Oh God, you're so sexy. Please make me cum again. You look so hot doing that. It's so fucking good. More please."

Shyla wormed her face between Veronica's legs which caused her to simultaneously moan into the pussy she was licking. Angie literally worked her way up Jen's body and finally enjoyed a full make out session of her own with Jen. With a surprised reaction, Angie's breathing increased as she felt Jen's fingers lightly brush the insides of her thighs. She completely melted when Jen reached through Angie's tiny bush to find her clit. Angie was now the one, between kisses, with the filth spilling out of her mouth, "Oh my God, Jen. Rub my pussy. So long. I've waited so long. Make me finally cum. Don't stop, lover. Please don't stop. Harder Jen, harder. Oh my God Jen, you are making me cum so hard right now. Don't stop. I'm still cumming. What are you doing to me? Fuck." The three women did the near impossible feat of all orgasming at about the same time. It became more clear that Jen was not going to let herself be the complete center of attention the whole time.

Shyla was the next one to take a turn under Jen. With her nose full of Jen's bush and a willingness to share, Shyla bent Jen so her elbows and boobs were on the mattress. Angie took full advantage of this situation and spread Jen's ass cheeks. Before she could protest, Jen experienced another in a long line of firsts, when Angie started reaming her ass out. Loud groan number one occurred. Loud groan number two occurred when Veronica slid underneath Jen and started to suck really hard on her nipples and all over boobs. The undeniable hickey marks on Jen's body were steadily increasing in numbers and were clearly exposing the highly erotic night she was choosing to experience. She never said no to them or anything. Jen was emerging from her cocoon into the world of lesbianism and seemed to be, unabashedly, enjoying every single second. Angie's assessment seemed, without a doubt, correct about the overly horny Jen.

Jen's hand searched down Veronica's body and her fingers found, in short fashion, a bald wet pussy and a hard clit. The sly Jen could easily have used Veronica's pussy juice to lube the clit she was rubbing. No, she decided her fingers should go from mouth, to clit, to fingers deeply sunken into Veronica's pussy, and back to her mouth. All of which caused Veronica to vacuum harder on Jen's boobs and moan even louder.

After Jen had yet another toe-curling orgasm, Angie shouted, "My turn." Angie flopped on her back and stuck out her tongue. A smiling, sweaty Jen, with absolutely no hesitation, kneel walked her red, swollen, visibly open, highly engorged, literally dripping, pussy over Angie's face and dropped it down to start riding her like the Sybian but in reverse fashion. Likewise, Jen tried to find out whether Angie's nipples were dials and twisted them to try to make Angie go faster or slower.

As she got closer to another climax, Jen switched to pulling on her own nipples. A desperate sounding Jen moaned and talked softly out loud, like she does when she is all by herself, "Eat me lover. Make me cum. In fact, please make me cum all fucking week you guys. I don't want this feeling to ever end. God you were right Angie. Hmmm, right there. Yes, just like that. Don't stop baby." As Angie worked Jen up, Shyla crawled over to Jen with another tablet and popped it into a very willing mouth.

"That'll keep you going for a while longer. I'm not even close to being done violating this fucking body yours yet," Shyla said glaring in Jen's eyes.

Jen, shaking and nodding her head, returned the volley back at Shyla, "Hmmm. Do whatever you want to me. I don't even care. This feels so fucking, good. Lick, suck and fuck my pussy anyway you want. Angie is so right. God, I feel like I've been cumming nonstop and I don't ever want to stop. I'm fucking loving this night. Eat... my... pussy... Angie... don't... stop... fuck... yeah."

Jen, on her hands and knees, arched her back inward, thus thrusting her big boobs out at Shyla's face. Shyla accepted the inherent invitation by forcing Jen's chin up higher and continued the trend of marking up Jen's neck and chest with her mouth.

Jen groaned, "Fuuuuuck yesssss. I'm all your fucking toy to play with. Whatever you want to do to me. Holy shit you guys."

Veronica slapped Jen's ass hard and repeated it.

"Oh my God, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!! I'm cumming!!! I'm cumming!!! My whole fucking body is cumming everywhere!!!! Fuuuuuck, yeeeeesssss!!!!!"

Somehow, a trembling Jen managed not to collapse on Angie. Holding Jen's chin up again, Shyla looked into dilated eyes and said, "All fucking week?"

Jen said with a dying groan, "Oh yes, please, yes, violate me as much as you want, any way you want. I absolutely want more of this and you guys."

Shortly, Angie regained her momentum under Jen. Not solely by Angie but Jen's groaning was resurrected by Veronica now using both hands to slap her sweet ass hard. Shortly, the slaps were traded off with the making of hickey marks on her ass and upper thighs. There was going to be, no way, to hide from anyone, what kind of night Jen was enjoying and she didn't seem to care during her all-consuming orgasm craving state. The marks on Jen, of all varieties, continued to grow portionally with the amount of begging she did towards the ladies to make her cum again and again.

While she feverishly licked at the clit above her, Angie spread Jen's cheeks wide to help Veronica and her well lubed fingers to explore the inside of Jen's ass. Jen went from eyes closed, lip biting bliss to an actual physical meltdown in a downward direction. She finally gave into all temptations and found herself licking and sucking on Angie's clit. Jen's action put her in the position that she was willing to fully explore lesbianism and Angie's lesbian lifestyle. A visibly surprised Angie completely lost the ability to concentrate on the pussy that was above her. Meanwhile, Veronica noticed the carnal pleasures changing in front of her and ceased all ass play.

Jen's tongue was all over the place sampling every square inch of the pussy below. Out of control, Angie's love spilled out, "Oh Jen, my beautiful Jen. So long. I've waited so long. Lick my pussy. With your finger too. Faster lover. Oh my God I'm going to cum all over your face, Jen. Yes, I'm cumming." Angie's eyes were screwed shut and her back lifted off the mattress as she came from Jen's sucking mouth and deep fingers. A whole new set of rules were now in play and anyone watching could see it by the increased energy of the ladies playing on the playground. A full blowout of all-out lesbianism, was unfolding as Shyla announced about Jen, "She's fucking fully ripe ladies. It should be easy pickings now."

Jen was rolled off Angie by Veronica and Veronica growled, "Let's see about that and see how well you like it."

Veronica now held Jen's head down to the mattress by her hair. Veronica sat on Jen's face. Veronica exclaimed, "Don't you guys dare try to take this pretty little thing out from between my legs. Jen baby, I need you to make me cum. It ain't going to take much." Jen arms came around to squeeze Veronica's perky tits and proceed to willingly taste and tease her second, yet first bald, pussy of the night.

Angie shared again and had Veronica take another pill with her this time.

"This night is far from being done," Veronica stated as Shyla crawled and pried between Jen's legs to get mouth on her pussy again. Jen's experience was mounting. Veronica's closing eyes were diverted over to Angie. She watched Angie pull a large vibrator out her nightstand. I learned later it is called a wand vibrator. Veronica then smiled down at Jen and fully closed her eyes in delight. As Jen's eager tongue was energetically lapping at the pussy above her, Veronica's orgasm was building. Jen was doing everything in power to multitask but Shyla's mouth and fingers had her hips gyrating everywhere. She was going to explode and it was going to be big. Jen looked like was having an out body experience as her mouth was locked on and sucking hard on a pussy as her own pussy danced in midair attached to Shyla's mouth in the same fashion. Jen had a bound and determined look on her face to make Veronica cum. As soon as Veronica started to cum, Jen let loose and a stream of pussy juice was running down Shyla's chin. As Jen convulsed, she flipped Veronica onto her back and Shyla followed suit. Not one mouth left a pussy and the next set of orgasms continued to brew. As Shyla threw three fingers into the pussy she was eating above, the wand vibrator was on her pussy courtesy of Angie.

While she vibrated Shyla's pussy, Angie gave the impression, by the look she gave into the camera, that I was still watching and mouthed the words, "Oh my God. Wow."

Shyla's fingers continued to pump hard and fast as Jen's had yet another toe-curling, back-bending orgasm that left Shyla's hand dripping and face wet. Veronica was not far behind as she grabbed the back of her knees and pulled them further apart for Jen's mouth to finish her off. Veronica, one of those without a mouthful, spewed, "Fuck this is better than imagined. Eat me out again Jen. Like a fucking duck to water. Eat me. So gorgeous. I'm cumming Jen! I'm cumming!" Jen looked up at her with pride after finishing her off. Jen long licked Veronica's pussy one more time for good measure. Shyla released her grip on Jen's thighs and refused to cum at the hands of Angie's vibrator by removing it from her pussy.

As Shyla sneaked up and took Veronica's place, a breathless Jen now hiding between a new set of thighs, muttered, "This night is unbelievable. I love it, but my God Angie, what are you trying to turn me into?"

Looking between her legs, Shyla interjected and said, "Don't fucking sober up yet, gorgeous. We all know, this is the place you fucking belong. You still have at least one more to go. I saved this one for you. I'm fucking next. Make me cum hard, Jen."

While still on her stomach but with a hands-covered face, Jen playfully peaked an eye out from behind her fingers and said, "Ok."

On the sideline, Angie and Veronica watched a smiling, blushing Jen slowly and willingly lick Shyla's pussy. My wife continued, on her own, to lick and suck the pussy in front of her but added fingers into the mix to aid efforts to please Shyla. Savoring Jen's administration for as long as possible, the swearing Shyla finally busted out a long satisfying moan. Her belly twitched and legs quivered from the Jen induced orgasm.

After she came, Shyla purred and Jen purred louder as Shyla pulled Jen's face back into her pussy and started to repeat again, "fuck, fuck, fuck...". Jen proceeded and continued, to give Shyla a small set of multiple orgasms. Angie and Veronica meanwhile both slid in and sucked on the orgasming woman's boobs. The ladies were forced to stop by oversensitive Shyla who continued to twitch, quiver and giggle from any sort of extra stimulation. Jen rolled onto her back and spread her legs.

Jen held out her arms and whined out, "Angie, I need you, please."

Angie replied, "Do you want to lick my pussy again?"

Jen cried, "Yes, Angie, yes, please."

For the finale, Angie positioned herself on top of Jen for a sixty-nine session. During their long, near violent episode of sex, there was an abundance of nonstop alternating orgasms between the two. Neither one wanted or could stop this release of pent up desire for each other. Meanwhile, Shyla and Veronica enjoyed playtime, alone and together with the wand.

After showers and shaving, exhaustion and sleep was inevitable. All four naked women stumbled into and curled up in bed. Covers were eventually pulled on during the night.

I found out later that guilt was not on the agenda for the next four days. The goal was pure erotic pleasure for all and all newcomers. Angie later told me that she had one shot with Jen and she was going to try her best to impress her by any means necessary. The ultimate goal was a relationship and for Jen to accept Angie for who she was, which included her swinging lesbian lifestyle.

Later that night, I got text and phone messages from Angie.

Angie: Mike are you there? Were you watching? You couldn't have missed this.

Angie: Mike are you there? Mike?

Angie: Mike? Call or text me please. I'm worried now.

The cameras never got shut off that night. I still believe Angie's goal was to get Jen but get an honest Jen. Something that I was not experiencing at that particular moment. Angie assumed that I would enjoy the shows. It took me a long time before I watched and enjoyed them. My current wife especially gets horny from watching them.

Angie: Mike, I'm sorry. I do really love her. I will not hurt her.

I never got a text from Jen that week. Angie and I did, later, do quick texts back and forth. I skipped the whole conference. I sat in my room to make an exit strategy.

Part 8 Tuesday morning in Angie's bedroom

There were restless sounds on the live video feed during the night and morning from the four women sleeping in one bed and using the ensuite bathroom. That morning and still in my hotel room, I was finally thrust back into watching the bedroom cam when I heard the faraway, distressed sounds of my wife, "Oh my God! Oh my God!"

While I urgently went to watch on my laptop, Jen was running in and jumped to her knees on the bed, near a sleepy Angie.

Shaking Angie's foot, Jen unconvincingly bellowed, "Angie, Angie. Oh my God! Look at me!! My pussy is bald!! I have hickeys everywhere!! Even my ass has handprints on it!! What the fuck did you guys all do to me last night?"

At this point, some remnants of hope for the old Jen, still remained for me. However, it faded away quickly, as Jen hurled herself down the rabbit hole of lesbian delight, once again. She was no longer the shy girl that was continually holding my hand anymore. The easy seduction into lesbianism of my once innocent wife resumed.

As she stretched and sat against the headboard, Angie responded in a delighted tone, "Jen-baby, don't pretend. You are never going to forget last night's adventure. A girl never forgets her first lesbian experience. And wow baby, I have never seen a woman cum that much or that easy before. You remember cumming last night, don't you Jen? How you begged us to lick and pound that sweet pussy of yours."

With hands and feet, Angie slowly pushed and pulled the sheet off her body and her bed companions. The other two, in sync, crawled up and sat up with their backs against the headboard also. While each smirked and gave each other knowing looks, as though rehearsed before, three sets of legs spread wide open in an inviting fashion.

Angie continued her seduction, "You see Jen, you're not the only one with a bald pussy now. Eeny meeny miny moe, eat some pussy in the row. I remember a woman named Jen, in this very same bed last night, devouring our pussys too. It's time Jen. Pick a pussy, and we can resume this little foursome that made you cum so hard last night. Or, you can go home, and we will have a hot little threesome without you. It's time for you to stop staring and decide what you really want."

A very lucid, but hesitant, Jen crept on her knees toward Shyla, who was in the middle of the three ladies. She dragged her fingers along the way up, up the inside leg of each woman on the outside.

Having a decision apparently made, a now flirty Jen quietly asked, "What is going to happen if I can't pick just one?"

Shyla, the ultimate seductress, replied, "It means your audition is over, Jen. There is no fucking denying it anymore. I see that same fucking look I saw in you last night. There is lust in your eyes and you want our pussies again; so let's get this party back on track. Lick my pussy again, Jen. It's all yours. Do it to me, just like you enjoyed all last night. You'll see that I fucking love it when there's a gorgeous woman between my legs." While spreading, Shyla severely arched her back, pulled on her own nipples and waited.

In speck of time, Jen uttered, "Holy fuck Shyla, you're so fucking hot."

"Then eat me out, Jen. Eat me. Get that pretty face of yours, between my fucking thighs and fuckin' eat me out like there is no fucking tomorrow. Move fast or you're going to miss your turn. I am horny as fuck for you."

With orders given and without any apparent misgivings nor hesitation, Jen dipped down and found herself rubbing two clits with her thumbs and sucking another one in her mouth.

Throughout her time between each women's legs, Jen's true colors emerged as did her growing ability to talk dirty like Shyla, "Fuck! Yes! I remember last night." "I loved every fucking minute of it." "You made my cum so hard last night." "I don't want anyone to leave this bed today." "How are guys making me this horny?"

Onto the next, my wife and companion for the last eight years, once again had her face and fingers deep Veronica's pussy. With her ass jacked up high, Jen then pleaded, "Please, someone, please. I need to cum even more than I did last night. I'm begging you." Shyla finally slid underneath her to give her some oral relief. In a matter of minutes, Jen was on her way to multiple orgasms. As she continued in her adulterous ways, Jen was giving the impression that she was more than ready to wantonly explore lesbianism with all three women for the rest of the day, if not more.

As Jen finished her interludes with Veronica and Shyla, Angie looked in her eyes and asked her, "Are you ready to admit that you fully love being with women, yet?"

Jen stretched onto her back and replied in teasing and easy fashion, "No Angie, the sample size is way too small. Come over here. I have a place for you to sit that pretty little pussy of yours. I want to taste you again and again, lover." There was no hesitating by Jen anymore. She was all in and by all appearances planned to enjoy her new lover.

During Jen's time with Angie, Veronica and Shyla had their own party on the side. Simultaneously as Angie sat on Jen's face, Jen tried the wand vibrator on her own pussy. When Angie's orgasm dissipated, she looked over her shoulder and watched Jen grip the vibrator with both hands and grind it into her pussy.

"Come on, get it baby," Angie whispered loudly.

Looking down at Jen's reddening face still between her legs, Angie looped her arms around Jen's upthrusted knees and continued, "Cum baby, cum. I want to see you cum." Jen's face and body scrunched up tighter and finally let loose as a huge orgasm hit. As Jen's death grip on the vibrator loosened, Jen turned to hide her face in Angie's thigh as though embarrassed by her own actions.

"Was that a good one baby?" Angie asked.

Jen laughed, shook head and her face went deeper to the thigh in front of her. She decided to nibble on Angie's thigh with a "Wow!" coming from Angie.

Angie jumped up and off Jen and proceeded to roll a giggling Jen over onto her stomach. While straddling Jen, Angie dug her hand in the nightstand and pulled out a blindfold, which soon covered Jen's eyes. Angie physically repositioned Jen. With hands placed high above her head and hips pulled up high, Jen was in full downward facing dog position with her chin and huge boobs smashed into the mattress.

The unimaginable then occurred. Angie got Shyla to start pumping a finger into my wife's pussy as Veronica slapped Jen's ass once again. Shyla continued with two and then added a third finger.

Jen was crying out, "Harder, deeper. I need it hard and deep to cum. Please!!"

Shyla worked a fourth finger in Jen's pussy.

A loud, "Yes!!" could be heard when Shyla's tiny hand started pumping into my wife's pussy.

While balancing on her knees, face-first into the mattress, and fists in tight balls gripping the sheets above her head, Jen managed, "Yes!!! Fill me up and fuck me!! Fuck me hard. Oh my God, please keep that wand on my pussy. Oh my fucking God you guys!!! I'm such a slut. I love this. Fuck me hard. Fuck my pussy harder. Make me cum! Oh my fucking God!"

Shyla stopped and tried to push Jen into a confession, "First, tell us you love women and you loved your first time."

A desperate sounding, picturesque Jen squealed, "Oh God yes! I love being with you guys. I don't want to stop. I'm going to cum. Holy fuck, I'm going to cum."

Reaching an end for me, I saw my wife's whole body going into a nonstop seizure-like, convulsing orgasm.

With a look relief and realization on her face, Angie was seen slowly getting out of bed and slipping on a strapon. The dildo attached was the same size as the one that fucked Jen when she was on the fuck machine. Angie got on her phone.

Angie: I'm so sorry Mike.

Angie's cameras on my phone and laptop stopped working.

Part 9 Jen's continuation

Angie: I will send updates. I don't want to lose her, even though I know she cheated on you. I know what could lay in my/our future. I have to set things right somehow. I have to learn to trust her myself. I hid the key to the extra bedroom.

For the rest of Tuesday, I didn't get any more messages from Angie. I never got a call or text from Jen either. I hired a lawyer.

On Wednesday, Angie started giving text updates.

Angie: We all went out for an early dinner last night. We went to a gay bar afterwards and did a little dancing. Shyla and Veronica left last night around ten o'clock. Everyone was exhausted.

Later that day, Angie: Jen stayed here last night and never went home. Jen and I laid around today, just the two of us. It was very romantic and yes, intimate. Yes, I am in love. I have to go to work tomorrow. Did she call or text? Did you try?

Me: No on both accounts.

Angie: Sorry Mike.

On Thursday morning, Angie resumed her texting.

Angie: We are going to a party at one of my friends' houses. Jen doesn't know yet. No word from Jen?

Me: Nope. I am flying out Thursday night and will be back late.

A timely planned text from Angie appeared just prior to boarding my flight.

Angie: I am trying to be honest with you Mike. This party is like the ones that I have on the weekends. She just went into an extra bedroom with this hot little Asian chick she just met for the first time less than twenty minutes ago. Veronica is following them in. I really should go in and check on her, you know, for safety's sake.

I texted Jen: I know everything.

I put my phone in airplane mode as I sat in my seat. I had no plans to turn it back on until I woke up the next day in my own bed.

Early the next morning, I finally read Angie's last text from last night.

Angie: Your wife is now in the living room and placed herself at the center of an all-girl orgy. No drugs or booze here. They have all been going after her and her pussy, nonstop for a couple hours now. A couple of girls showed up an hour ago, just to see her. She is nearing complete sexual exhaustion. All the women here are going crazy for her and can't keep their hands and mouths off that body of hers. She is now sitting on Veronica's face while licking a skinny girl's blonde pussy. She definitely loves being with women. She is going crazy for them, Mike. She is so sexy when she is turned on. Holy shit, Veronica just somehow managed to get her to cum again! I've never seen a woman that could cum like she can. Wow, I got to go, I'm next in line.

Jen must have been expecting me later on Friday because in an unfamiliar bathrobe, she instantly froze in her spot seeing me sitting at our kitchen table. I had her phone sitting next to me.

I've started to write the sequel. I haven't decided whether or not I want to publish it.