The Redemption at Cabana 14

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Topics in the following story: cheating, exhibitionism, reluctance, humiliation, domination, and a little homoeroticism. My imaginary characters are over 18; the world and situation are fictional.

This is about a husband's fantasy, and what happens when his wife makes it real, but takes a turn he didn't expect. This story is my take on that situation, including my signature twist at the end. I hope you enjoy it.

"The unwise man lies awake all night, thinking of many things; when morning comes, he is weary, and all is just as it was." - Odin

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The Redemption at Cabana 14

Chapter 1

"What is it you want that we aren't doing now?" she asked, one eyebrow raised as she took a sip of coffee. She looked impossibly sexy.

I wasn't longing for a particular act, or a list of positions and places. Maybe what I wanted went deeper--and was a little more unsettling. I missed that wild exuberance from our youth, and sought to reintroduce that feeling by experimenting a little, taking a chance.

"I don't know, I'm not unhappy, believe me," I tried to explain. "It's more of a curiosity, a little adventure for both of us, that's all." Geri looked concerned, and in truth I was too. I wish I knew why I cared to risk my relationship by even suggesting it. Maybe I feared that keeping silent, not telling her, and never taking a chance would somehow be worse. But just confessing my desire to her felt arousing.

"You want to watch another man have sex with me?" She asked, her leg rubbing gently against mine.

No, not really, I thought. I played high school and college sports, and coached too. I'd been around hundreds of naked men, swinging dicks of all shapes and sizes; men's bodies were unattractive to me, to say the least.

"Seducing you, more like, " I assured her. "Charming and arousing you, reminding you how desirable you are." She seemed to consider the suggestion. "I see you flaunt your amazing body sometimes when we go out. I just want to take it to the next level," I said. "Men flirt with you right in front of me all the time. What if you could take one of them up on their suggestion? I'd enjoy watching you in action, my freaky love."

"Mmmm, do I love showing off for you," she mused. "But... you don't mean..." She thought for a moment, wide-eyed. "Like, sharing me with your friends at a party?" she said. "Like, I'd be some kind of hotwife, or a ..."

I stopped her. "Well, let's try it with one man before we plan a gangbang." I laughed. Geri didn't laugh. "Um, sorry," I mumbled.

I'd noticed Geri usually had little interest in other men. But there were exceptions: rare times when I saw her excitement, her genuine smile when she talked to that one guy, how she'd sometimes find a reason to put her hand on his arm or gently touch his hair. She never took it farther, but at those times I knew she'd be especially wild in bed later.

"I'd be focused on your excitement, someone who is interesting to you." I tried to explain, "It's more about seduction, the adventure of a new partner, even if it didn't lead to actual sex." I assured her. "And not anyone we knew, or would ever see again, nothing long-term."

"No reasons to hold back?" she suggested, as I nodded, a little surprised at her enthusiasm.

My wife, Geri, is my best friend and true love, so beautiful, with medium-brown hair, long and bouncing in a ponytail or just loose, and a shapely figure, honed and fit from tennis, swimming, and hiking. Her breasts are perfect, full and perky, and she has deep brown eyes and full, kissable lips. I am lucky to have her, and I knew that. I'm Hugh, about 5'10", fairly lean and muscular with a compact, athletic build--broad shoulders, a moderately hairy, thick torso, with visible muscular definition through my chest, arms, and legs from years of boxing and judo.

"What if he was younger, better, I mean, bigger, oh, um, more assertive... Wouldn't you be jealous?" she needled me.

"Maybe... probably," I admitted. Was that part of the thrill? "He'd have to be better looking, right?" I assured her.

Why wouldn't I be jealous? In the moment, certainly, but after? I didn't think so, because her new lover doesn't know her as I do. He hasn't seen the secrets behind her smile, the deeper language in the way she touches me. He doesn't know why she chose me as her husband, why she made the vow that defines her to this day. He would serve her as a thrill ride at best, an "E" ticket for the weekend, nothing more, I told myself.

"Like a movie star? Or a baseball player? There were a couple of real studs on the Olympic swim team, so smooth and clean..." She thought out loud. "Mmm, that might be interesting."

Now in our late 30s, we were happy; we had a good handle on things, and sex between us was familiar and comforting. I shared this idea with her not because I was unhappy, but because the "ordinary" no longer felt satisfying. No, that's not it--not unsatisfied, but it left me questioning if there was more to sex than what we invented ourselves as a young couple.

I found myself curious about adventurous, unconventional situations I'd never seriously considered before. I suspected she did too.

"Anyone you like, no judgement, no regrets," I assured her. She smiled, as if it was a challenge.

"I catch men leering at you all the time, even when I'm with you. I love that they find you irresistible, as I do." I sighed, "I love watching you shut them down... but what if just once, you didn't?"

Just thinking about my wife seducing another man was exciting. I wanted to watch it happen.

"Really?" She asked, "You'd be OK with that?"

"It's just physical, right?" I asked. Geri looked doubtful. "I've never been uncertain of your affection before." I took a deep breath. "I know you're mine; we'll always be together."

"A naked man in our bedroom, with us?" She asked, "Why a man? Is that what you want to see? I mean, it sounds pretty exciting, and open-minded of you..."

I shook my head. "No, no, no, he'd be there for your fun, not mine." I didn't understand why myself, to be honest. I had no interest in other women. Ok, that's not true... But I feared showing interest in a young woman would trigger Geri's jealousy and insecurity, and have repercussions far beyond a simple encounter, constantly questioning every casual female friendship I had from that moment on.

Hmmm, maybe if Geri suggested it? "If we met a woman you found interesting, that might be fun," I admitted.

"Mmmm, a sensual woman lover..." she whispered.

I smiled; it was sexy to hear her openly discussing her curiosity. "I never really considered seducing another woman, well, since I met you," I admitted, amused by the irony.

"I think it might be intriguing, you asking to take a lady lover to our bed," she mused. "Knowing I'll probably say no. But that sliver of a chance I may say yes..."

I noticed she readily took the dominant role, even now controlling who I could sleep with. Hearing her say it, admitting there was a possibility, was a little exciting.

"But this man, you'd be watching as I touched his body intimately, maybe even kissed him, and then I might even have sex with him?" she asked again. "Would you be OK with seeing that?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "I guess that's part of the thrill, honestly."

"You mean, spying from the closet, like a voyeur?" She muttered in a hushed tone, moving closer.

"No, I'd be there with you, no mysteries." I replied, "Everything exposed."

"I wouldn't have him for myself, in privacy?" She pondered, "I wonder if I could relax knowing you were there, knowing that you were maybe uncomfortable with what you were seeing? What might I do with him? What might he do to me?" Her hand reached the top of my inner thigh; she leaned in close. She sighed, "How far I could go..."

I thought about what she was saying. "If our guest didn't help you feel playful and wild, we picked the wrong person." I assured her, "But I'd be there to experience it with you. Help you feel safe, and support you."

"No matter what? Even if I made you jealous?" she asked, devilishly, her hand tracing up my thigh.

I imagined the scene, a bedroom in a fine resort. There was my own lovely wife, beautiful and seasoned by our years together. We shared a private evening with a new companion, one we chose specifically to entice her, help her lower her defenses, and unlock her secrets. From the shadows, I watched with rapt attention: not to intrude on her moment, but to watch her arouse him, encourage her where she might hesitate, and witness her sensual revelations for myself.

"What would you do if I was jealous?" I asked.

Geri seemed to consider it. "A little jealousy is sexy," she admitted, flashing me a wicked grin. I felt a sudden pang of regret, a flicker of understanding of how foolish I was, what I might be risking. I shook it off as nerves.

"I may play... favorites... if he's sexy," she teased. "Are you afraid of competition?"

I knew deep down I was playing with fire, and our married relationship might change, maybe permanently. I thought of risks, what I might lose, but I kept coming back to my secret desire that when her adventure was over, and I, her loving husband, gathered her close again, and in the hush between her excited words I would see what this encounter had stirred deeply in her, teaching her a new song. After so many years of comfort and routine, she had tasted something unfamiliar--and her spirit was lifted, still singing, still reaching for more.

"What if I thought about him, you know, afterwards..." she asked quietly.

I thought about her question. "I think having a vivid fantasy would be exciting, more so if it were a fresh memory. One we share?" I asked out loud; the stakes remained unspoken. I almost asked her if I should be worried, but stopped myself at the last moment.

What if she discovered a level of excitement with him I couldn't match? Would she feel longing for him? How could I deal with this new fire that burned in her, warm and alive, yet no longer fully answered by me? A temptation I myself introduced, now a latent, secret yearning, unquenchable until his arms circled her again, and his closeness warmed her, and she remembered her longing, his touch..

But what if I could?

That was the thrill, wasn't it? A husband facing his fears, confronting his most secret anxiety, and meeting her challenge?

I shook my head, foolishly determined to ignore the risks. "I'd love watching you enjoy yourself, getting wild for me," I told her. "Then, we'd have a shared experience to excite us both, after he was gone."

"You mean, like taking turns on me?" she asked. "Or both at the same time? Mmmm..." Her leg was brushing up against mine. "You'd want me before I even cleaned up? My body is still flush from my new lover's handiwork..."

I felt an electric thrill at her suggestion, then suddenly uneasy; she hinted at something I didn't want to admit, and I quickly shook my head. "There are condoms." I replied, "The evening would be for your excitement, two very different lovers for you, each keeping your arousal and your satisfaction at its peak." I admitted, "Aren't you a little curious? Two men? I'd love watching you tease and flirt with him, knowing that it might go further if you wanted.. If you dared," I whispered.

"Mmm, to live boldly and unashamedly, your very wife unchained and free. With her husband's eager regard... if he dared." She echoed, her eyes unfocused for a moment, then she looked back at me. "Mmmm, what kind of man would I find exciting? A smooth, young, eager virgin? Or an experienced, dominating father-figure? A wealthy playboy? A poet? Who would I pick?" she wondered out loud.

"And me," I reminded her quickly. "I'd be there."

"Mmmm, two hot, sexy, bare-naked men serving my every whim..." she mused. "One doing the dishes, one vacuuming, maybe both making the bed..."

I smiled at her joke, "If it turned you on, sure..."

"A couple of hot guys cleaning the windows, flaunting my conquests so the neighbors will talk..." she said, dreamily.

A chill ran down my spine; I didn't want this to be public; I would be humiliated if anyone we knew ever found out. Why did I feel a sexy tingle when she said it?

"No, it would be our secret." I quickly corrected her.

Ideally, I thought, her lover wouldn't be just any stranger, but someone who especially appealed to her, particularly her dark side, holding the promise of showing her new thrills, taking her places I dared not.

Then after he departs, we fall into each other's arms--safe, familiar--yet something in us has been renewed. Not just passion returning, but desire newly awakened.

Not cheating, not an affair that would make me out to be.. Sigh... not that.

There was something else I dared not mention to her. Not yet. I've always thought of myself as good in bed, attentive and assertive; she seemed to crave it when I took control, and I enjoyed the feeling of domination. What could be more domineering, a bigger rush than making my wife seduce then sexually please another man? Demanding that she expose herself for him, tease him, get him excited; at each step, she looks to me, asking for permission to continue until she's pleading with me, frantically begging me to let her climax with him, then as soon as her orgasm takes her body, she looks over at me, gratified for the thrill she feels with a new lover, and grateful for her newfound freedom.

Then she eagerly returns to me--abandoning him. She's primed, unleashed, and ready; I'd brazenly take her while he helplessly watches.

I couldn't bring myself to admit that part aloud to her. I was afraid of revealing too much or driving her away, but it was there, underlying my fantasy, a forbidden rush stirring in my mind. Her voice brought me back to the present.

"What if I dated a man?" She asked. "A long-time friend?"

Her question gave me pause. Did she have someone in mind? I shook my head. "No, no one you'd be romantically entangled with, no one who threatened our marriage."

"This doesn't threaten our marriage?" she asked, doubtful. "I'm not sure I could be intimate with a stranger. What if I wanted to get to know him myself, while you waited at home, alone?"

I considered her suggestion, but I'd have to be there with her, not cast aside for another man.

"Not an affair, no emotions or feelings to hurt. I was thinking more like hiring a masseur: when we have him for an evening, then he is gone. No attachment, no conflicts. Someone who knows new ways to excite you physically, and I'd learn from it. We both would."

"Mmm, are you excited now?" She asked, her hand squeezing me through my jeans. "Yeah, a little," I confessed.

"Show me?" she asked. "Pretend I'm with my lover now." She leaned in and put her lips to my ear; I felt her hot breath on my skin. "We've just climaxed together, my lover and I. I'm all sweaty and flushed, and my skin is hot. I look over to you, my husband."

I winked at her and pulled my shirt over my head. "Do it slowly..." she urged, drumming out a beat on the table.

I smiled and started to writhe and twist like a dancer, tugging my shirt off in increments. Geri started snapping her fingers and sang a strip-club tune: "Razzlin' a dazzlin' a flash a little light...".

I smiled, tossing my shirt away, and sliding my hands down to my waist, to the button on my beltline.

"Television lover, baby, go all night..." She sang in a sultry voice.

I stood and slipped my pants down, inch by inch. "Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet..." She started a little dance while still sitting in her chair.

I danced for her, moving in time to her song as I slid one leg out of my jeans, then kicked them off, sending them flying across the room. "Little miss innocent, sugar me, yeah... yeah!" I sang back to her, standing there nude, flexing and showing off my hairy, muscular body as if posing on stage.

She whistled her approval. "Stroke a little?" she urged me. We were hardly modest around each other; nudity was common, but having her sexually direct me was exciting. A little embarrassed, I did what she asked, and once I started, it was surprisingly easy to keep going.

"Oh, yes, baby, like that." She murmured, her eyes half closed, her red lips parted, the telltale signs of female arousal simmering in our shared heat. I thrust my hips forward teasingly as my fist rode down my shaft. She slid her hands under her sweatshirt, and I could see her fingertips moving to her breasts; she loved to have them stimulated when she was aroused. After a moment, I gently lifted her loose-fitting sweatshirt over her head, exposing her breasts, watching them bounce free, magnificently.

"You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little, tease a little more..." I sang, my hand joining hers on her breast to encourage her.

"Show me how hot he made you, your wild new lover," I whispered, still slowly stroking myself. "Show me your excitement." Geri timidly slid out of her sweatpants, but left her panties on. "Oh baby, take everything off," I said softly. Geri blushed, then gingerly wriggled out of her panties, but modestly pressed her legs together, even as she watched me.

I sat down across from her and spread my legs, openly stroking, feeling excited, a little bolder; we'd never done anything like this before, exposing each other, but not touching.

"Show me, baby. Show me how he left you, all wet and tender," I said, more insistent this time. She hesitated, but then succumbed to her own arousal and slowly spread her legs, unhurriedly exposing herself until her glistening folds were visible. "You're so beautiful," I told her. Feeling emboldened, perhaps, she slowly let her two fingers slide down and gently touch her tender skin, gasping softly.

I watched in silence, listening to the soft moans she made, even as she observed the effect she was having on my own arousal, even as we sat apart. This was new: sharing a moment of intimacy and unhurried sensuality, I felt accepted and loved and remembered why I loved her.

"Oh, oh, oh, yesss," she murmured.

Her voice became more urgent. I leaned over and kissed her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. At first she seemed reluctant to break the invisible barrier between us, although after a moment she surrendered, pressed herself against me, grinding her body against mine, even trying to wrap her knee behind my thigh as she kissed me hungrily. I pushed her back against the wall, lifting her and moving between her legs. I slid her panties to the side as she wrapped her legs around me, and I practically pinned her to the wall as I entered her.

It was spontaneous, wild, and we climaxed together quickly; then I held her as she collapsed into my arms, and we slid together down to the floor, her moist bottom on my lap. We kissed each other gently as we caught our breath.

"Better than that? I hardly think so..." she whispered. I grinned, and secretly hoped she was right.

"Perhaps not 'better', but inspiring?" I suggested.

Maybe I was convincing myself too. Why was I even considering the idea of my wife sleeping with another man? I must be crazy, right? I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

Chapter 2

She remained doubtful about actually finding this amazing fantasy man, but sometimes, during foreplay, I would describe imaginary erotic scenes to her, guiding her imagination to new sensual places.

"Did you notice that burly young contractor at our jobsite today?" I whispered, feeling her erect nipples brush against my skin.

"Red flannel shirt and deep brown eyes?" She whispered back teasingly, "That young red-haired Viking? Broad shoulders, skin-tight jeans, muscular tattooed arms? No, I didn't notice."

"He couldn't take his eyes off you," I suggested. She smiled at the idea.

"He gets you alone in that empty house; the crew and I are right outside," I continued. "He pulls you to him, one strong arm around your waist, his lips close to yours."

"Oh?" She moaned, "I'm resisting him. After all, I'm a married woman."

"He gradually slides his hand up to your breast, feeling your erect nipple through the thin material of your shirt. You had taken off your bra in our car just moments ago, hoping he'd notice."

"Mmm, I am a bad girl!" she confessed, teasingly.

"He tells you how beautiful you are, how he's been watching you, he wants you," I whispered.

"I tell him to stop. My husband is right outside!" Geri said.

I continued the fantasy... and then he replies, "He's the one that sent me over; he said you were curious, and a little naughty."

Geri chuckled. "It feels so good to be bad!" she whispered provocatively.

"His hand is under your shirt now; you can feel his rough skin on your breast," I said, even as I played with her erect nipple.

"Oh, yes, yes!" She moaned softly. "You make me so hot!"

She seemed to enjoy the fantasies I described, so naturally I pushed a little further each time.

Most recently, my wife answered the door and chatted with a handsome young salesman--I noticed his voice at first, as it changed from a bored "I'm selling magazines for school" to something deep, rough-edged, and full of swagger, as if saying, "You're really hot for an older woman."

The change in his tone grabbed my attention. So I watched from the kitchen, surprised by how she behaved around him. She put her hand on his muscular young arm and asked him about magazines she had no interest in, only to keep him talking. She moved in close, standing at his side.

"Do you have women's sports?" she asked, acting fascinated.

"Of course! You look like you take care of yourself, like, work out?" he noted. "There's Cheerleader Quarterly, or Beach Volleyball Illustrated." He asked her, "Have I seen you at the gym?"

"I do like CrossFit," she replied proudly, keeping him talking for a few more moments, I noticed. I heard the change in her voice, too: From annoyed when she opened the door to increasingly playful and interested.

"You're in great shape. Ever do any modeling?" he boldly asked. "You look so... healthy." She giggled at his cringy compliment, obviously pleased by his attention. They talked further. "You might enjoy these fashion titles..." he suggested a few more, and they went back and forth a little, until she finally stepped back in and told him she had to go.

"At least take my business card, in case you change your mind later?" he asked; the way he said it didn't seem like he was talking about magazines. But when she reluctantly closed the door, still smiling, I saw my chance.

After he finally left, I grabbed a few old magazines from our kitchen, took his place at our doorway, and rang the bell.

When Geri opened the door, I did my best impression of his voice, a dumb jock trying to impress a reluctant housewife. I spoke in a low, slightly accented voice. "Hey, sexy lady, is your mom home? I'm fundraising for more sweaty jockstraps," I said, flexing my arm muscles, posing like a bodybuilder, and vainly watching my own reflection in the door glass.

Geri smiled and played along. "Oh, young man, you're so bold," she purred. "My husband is not home. Won't you show me what you have for me?" Her eyes checked me out, lingering as they roamed up and down my body. I dropped the magazines in the doorway, stepped closer to Geri, and closed the door behind us. She gasped and put her arms up to defend herself, her hands resting on my hairy chest. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in close. "Is your husband gone? I bet you're looking to have a little fun," I coaxed her in my sexiest voice.

"Oh, it's true!" she wailed, feigning misery. "I'm just an unsatisfied housewife," she played her role well. "My husband works so much; he never pays me attention!" She moaned. "I need satisfaction!" she added. "A stud who makes me feel sexy, really sexy!"

I smiled, putting my face next to hers, my lips tantalizingly close. She whispered, as if telling me a secret. "I'm so turned on! So ready for a fresh young bull to show me a good time! I want to taste your young lips! Let me feel your strong hands on my body!" Her fingers traced down my chest, slowly, teasingly down the front of my body. "I've been neglected for so long, unfulfilled, and so very lonely. I'm so very eager to entertain a hot young man!"

I loved hearing her aggressive talk, as she boldly took charge, but I was so deep into my performance as a young player that I didn't pay attention to her as she went on about her sexual frustration; her inattentive "husband" in my mind was an imaginary character, and she wasn't really talking about me.

Was she?

"No problem, Mrs. Housewife. I have a long and substantial ... satisfaction guarantee," I promised, grabbing the front of my pants and shaking it at her.

I lifted her top off, baring her breasts, massaged and sucked on my wife's nipples; she loved nipple play. "Aren't you afraid he'll catch us?" she asked, with mock concern.

"Let him watch while you're going for it!" I snorted. "I know what you're missing!" She acted shocked, but I sensed something in her then, a curiosity, maybe a little recklessness peeking out.

I kissed her breast, nibbling and teasing her large nipples to full prominence. "Oh, young man, you have such a talented tongue!" She squealed.

I loved this part, using my tongue and teeth until I felt her body shake and tremble, then I tugged off my sweats and eased myself between her legs. "Oh, yes, Stud! Yes! My husband is watching jealously, knowing you're better endowed than him. I can't resist you!" she admitted, as if helpless to my charms.

"Oh, yes, a woman like you deserves so much more," I grunted.

"I need you in me!" she cried as I started pounding her. "Yes! Take me now, I love it rough and passionate!" She was on fire! Her hips moved in sync with mine; it felt incredible!

Dirty talk was never my "A" game, but I tried to see how excited I could make her.

"Oh, god, lady, you're so hot!" I told her.

She bit my ear and replied, "A stud like you makes me feel so naughty!"

"Do you think about other men when you're with your husband?" I asked, still in character, "I have friends who would love to meet you! Hot younger guys like me, eager for a sexy housewife!"

Geri rolled her eyes, as if to say, "Really?" but played along, "My husband loves making me seduce other men!" She moaned in a sexy voice, then she continued, "So many young bucks, I love teasing them until they're greedy for me! Oh, god, my husband never gets me hot the way they can, and he knows it! Oh, yes, tell them about me! All of them!"

Did she really say that? A group of men all at once? I relished her adventurous, even naughty side coming out. She seemed to be really excited by our game, imagining his young body, his uninhibited sexual desire as he insatiably took what he wanted from her. To him, she was only a hot anonymous married woman, desperate for a thrill.

"Lady, you're so hot, so tight! I'm on fire for you! Take it deep! Take it all! Say you love it!" I growled.

"Yes! Oh, yes, yes, yes!" she cried out, digging her nails into my arms.

We climaxed together, then collapsed into each other's arms, panting and sweating from the exertion. She seemed so excited by the fantasy, more aroused than usual. I thought I did a great job and was feeling pretty cocky for days. We didn't talk much about it; she seemed reluctant to discuss how wild she got when I pretended to be another man, but our sex life got a boost.

Geri's excitement only encouraged me, and a plan slowly formed in my mind. I was persistent-- obsessed even--because I was convinced there was a way to steer Geri from fantasy to a real encounter. We had a trip coming up; maybe then?

Chapter 3

A few months later, we were on vacation, miles away from home, celebrating our anniversary with a week in a tropical Caribbean resort.

The hot sun, the bright colors of the resort, and the garish clothing of the other guests were a welcome change from the cold monochrome winter of Buffalo, NY, where we lived. The drastic change made me feel anonymous, like I could reinvent myself. And I was so excited about the prospect of finding a willing stranger here in this pirate-themed paradise that I could hardly contain myself. Little did I know then that I would regret that enthusiasm and the rash decisions that followed.

Here we were, together, relaxed and looking forward to a week of island adventure, steel drum music, crashing surf, drinking fruity rum drinks, and the warm white sand. We went down to the bar for cocktails on our first night; Geri looked incredible. She wore a black silk dress that flowed over her curves like a glistening shadow. It was strapless, her bare shoulders white and naked, and it hugged her waist and stopped high on her thighs. Her barely-there dress had some fine, gold-trimmed frills and ruffles. It was perfect for her, accentuating her athletic build, her generous breasts testing the fabric's engineering. She was gorgeous, attracting everyone's attention.

We moved through the lounge; every eye was on my wife, and I enjoyed showing her off. We found a prominent seat near the front, drawing attention from the other patrons. I think Geri noticed too, and even planned on it. Her dress was formal but daring, so revealing when she turned the right way.

As we relaxed and Geri made small talk, I looked around the bar while trying to find a suitable couple or single stud for my covert plans. She was excited to take a tour, go shopping for a new swimsuit, and spend time on the beach.

Just then I noticed a woman arrive. She was striking, fit, shapely, and curvy. She walked past the tables, disdainfully surveying the crowd, then smiling as she approached and sat next to a young man at the bar. He was tall, maybe over 6 feet, with broad shoulders, neatly trimmed hair, a faint beard, and she was closer to Geri's height at 5'5", both dressed in tennis whites, evidently just returning from a game.

I discreetly looked him over; he was young, handsome, and a perfect candidate for my nefarious plans. I got up to get a new round of cocktails, and when I sat down, I made sure Geri could see him over my shoulder.

I saw her glancing over at him a few times. As we talked, I sensed she was distracted by him, perhaps even absently playing with the thought of seducing him? I knew her; I could spot her signs.

"Is that young jock at the bar giving you ideas?" I teased her. She immediately knew who I meant.

She quickly looked away, as if caught, then made a point to check him out defiantly. "He is hard to miss, physically impressive, young..." she admitted.

"Is he your type?" I goaded her a little.

"You're my type," she replied with a smile. We watched them for a few more minutes. The cocktails were affecting me: my mouth was saying things before my brain could catch up.

"Geri, why not go over and flirt with him a little?" I prompted her. She rolled her eyes.

"Hugh, this is our time, you and I, time to celebrate our anniversary." Geri smiled. "I have plans for you later..."

I heard her, but all I could think about was how excited she was when I role-played a sexy young jock, and now, here was a prime candidate. I wondered if she'd actually go through with it.

"Just see if you can catch his eye?" I prompted her.

Geri sighed, "Hugh? Do you really want me to flirt with another man tonight? Besides, he's so young, I'd be embarrassed."

I didn't hear her. I had one eye on that stud at the bar. Every time someone came up to him, I'd hold my breath, afraid my chance was slipping away.

"Geri, you look so sexy tonight; every man here is stealing glances when they can. Aren't you curious about him? A little interested?" I prodded her.

"I picked this out and wore it for you," she said, exasperated. "I feel almost naked wearing it." I looked her over as she posed for me. She did look incredible; the silk dress seemed to accentuate her breasts, her erect nipples poked through the thin fabric, and the material clung to her slinky form. She lifted the hem just enough to flash me the black lacy panties she wore, then quickly covered up again.

"Don't you like it?" She asked, "Don't you think it's sexy?" She did a little dance, then reached for my hand and said, "The music here is perfect, don't you think?"

I found myself taking a longer, savoring look, then somehow said the dumbest thing possible: "He won't be able to resist you."

Then, she shook her head, as if resigned to letting me destroy myself. Geri looked at me, almost glaring into my eyes. "Hugh, I'm only sleeping with one man tonight, understand? Are you picking him over yourself?"

There was something in her voice, a warning, a threat, and maybe a little excitement? In hindsight, I should have called it off right there. A smarter man would have, but I stupidly nodded as I watched him and his female companion, wondering if they were together. Geri noticed I was preoccupied, and I heard her sigh with resignation.

"If I go over there, I'm playing for keeps. I refuse to lead anyone on for your amusement," she snapped at me, glancing over at the young man. "Do you understand?"

All I heard was her resistance faltering, her willingness to give it a try. I was elated that she seemed willing, excited she would really do it, then a moment later I felt something darker, a cold dread, rising fast in my stomach. I took a deep breath and tried to dismiss my apprehension as just nerves. I mean, I was still getting what I wanted, what I'd chased for so long.

Then I thought, was I really? I looked at my wife--so sexy--did I really want to share her with another man? Still--if I stepped back now, would I be missing the only chance I'd ever get? Would she forever remember how I'd lost my backbone at the last minute?

No, it's just my nerves, I told myself; think about how exciting it would be! In the end, my lust won out over my apprehension. "Just flirt a little; see what he does," I heard myself say.

Geri exhaled softly, "So much for our marital vows," but resigned herself to see it through, then stood, smoothed her elegant dress with sultry grace, and glided toward the bar where her target sat, oblivious and innocent.

As I watched her slink up to him, a sexy cougar on the prowl, I felt a second wave of regret almost immediately and thought I'd better stop her. Geri looked incredibly sexy, so confident. Her walk was so steamy, so provocative, and here I just sent her to another man's side. I suddenly got up, determined to apologize and forget the entire idea. I started walking after her.

I hesitated when she talked to the bartender, then, with a practiced feminine ease, casually got her target's attention. I couldn't hear her conversation, but I saw her smile at him, then laugh together. She then sat down, touched his arm, and whispered in his ear, and he brushed his lips against her cheek.

I saw people looking over at them, then back at me. I looked around. The entire bar seemed to be watching my wife brazenly seducing a man in front of her husband. I stopped, my face feeling hot, my mind racing for a way to extract her from his side discreetly.

What was wrong with me? OK, I need to apologize and try to salvage our evening. I started toward them again.

Just then his lady friend excused herself, glanced over at me, and headed my way.

"May I join you?" she asked sweetly, taking my hand and leading me back to my seat.

When we returned to my table, I noticed her lithe frame poured into sleek tennis whites that hugged every curve of her athletic body. She looked around 28, with full red lips, large breasts, and sultry green eyes that flashed as they checked me out.

She smiled and introduced herself. "Hi! I'm Raven," she said in a sweet, silky voice, like a jazz singer. " You're Geri's husband?"

I nodded cautiously. "Hugh," I said.

"I know why your wife came over, and I am... interested," she admitted, putting her hand on my arm. "I can't do anything tonight. I only play when my girlfriend joins. Maybe we can have drinks later this week?" she offered. "We're open to interesting experiences," she added, smiling. She squeezed my forearm, tracing the muscles and prominent vascularity up to my wrist. "Mmmm," she murmured.

Did she really just suggest what I thought she did? With my wife and her girlfriend? While my mind still raced at the thought, we both looked over at Geri, still flirting with her young man. I wondered what Geri would say to Raven's offer. It seemed far better than my foolish original plan, and I wondered if it was too late to pull her away from him.

Suddenly, they both got up, and the young man obviously asked Geri to dance. She nodded eagerly.

I continued watching them as they walked to the dance floor, laughing and holding each other. My wife looked like she was really enjoying him, and he was obviously interested in her. They danced. He was very good. Suddenly, I realized the entire bar had seen her leave my table to dance with him. I saw people glancing in at me, and my face getting red with shame. No, this was too public, not what I had in mind.

Despite my unease, I continued watching them, fascinated. It's harmless dancing, right? I repeated to reassure myself. It did not help.

Next to me, Raven sighed. "They are beautiful together, aren't they?" Despite my unease, I nodded. "Kind of a pity my partner Freya isn't here now." Raven took my hand and whispered, "Take it from me, that sexy man dancing with your wife, he's open-minded; don't miss an opportunity like this. Women love when men are... adventurous, daring, willing to challenge taboo..." Raven played with her hair, eyes unfocused, as if looking into herself. "And women are more open to new scenes than they let on, in my experience, if they're motivated the right way," she added, winking, "Especially if they're as hot as your wife is!"

Feeling immediate regret, I nodded. "She is stunning tonight."

"He kind of looks like a younger version of you," she murmured, dreamily. "He could pass as your brother, maybe a son..."

Then she moved closer to me and added, "A lot of men experiment, right? Have you ever...?" She slid her hand up my thigh. My first reaction was to pull away, and she smiled at my hesitation. "First time?"

"Um, for us? Yeah, I guess. Oh? You're born that way, right? Gay or straight?" I asked, surprised at what she was suggesting.

"Maybe, but not everyone fits into a rigid category," she said, smiling. "You don't have to be a dancer to try dancing. Your wife seemed interested in trying something new. You might like it too."

Did she just say that?

Then she leaned in and whispered, "It's exciting to help someone with their first... experience." She winked at me, her lips dangerously close to mine, her hand between my legs. Nervously, I looked around for my wife and was relieved she wasn't looking my way, catching Raven so suggestively close. For a moment, I let my imagination follow Raven's suggestion, and wondered what sex might be like with my wife and two young women.

The song changed, and I looked for my wife again. There she was in his arms, so natural, so graceful. I watched them dance together. Raven hummed softly along with the music.

"Oh, if I didn't have Freya, I'd go straight for that sexy boy! Marriage, kids, dreaming of retirement in Florida, the whole deal!" she said wistfully. Then she looked at me again. "Look at your lovely wife dancing with him! Good on you for letting her have a little fun!" Then she confided in me, "You should let her have a lot more!"

I should stop this, I thought, even as I sat there like a voyeur, enjoying my beautiful wife Geri as she danced.

We sat in silence for a while, watching the most sensual couple on the island performing for us. Their dancing started simply enough, but slowly evolved into a more ballroom style, holding each other closely. It was far more sensual. People watched them, and every once in a while, they glanced back at me, pointing, and smirking at the husband she left.

As I watched, I realized how much she loved dancing. She looked incredible in that dress, and I felt another sharp pang of regret for so eagerly pushing her into another man's arms, and in doing so seemingly rejecting her efforts to seduce me. I hoped I could make it up to her... somehow.

Another slow song came on. Their moves became more like "Dirty Dancing," simulating sex on the dance floor. It drew a lot of attention, my wife provocatively hanging onto another man, caressing him as she lifted her dress high and sensually dry-humping his muscular, bare thigh. Meanwhile, other couples whispered and pointed at me, some smirking, some chortling.

Some wives glared at their husbands as they leered after my wife for being so openly sensuous, and then they glared at me for allowing it. I was feeling increasingly uncomfortable, hoping the dance would end soon.

Strangers smirked at my foolishness, causing a hot blush to creep up my neck even as I felt incredibly aroused watching them, watching her seduce him.

I realized I was awash in a mix of feelings I hadn't expected. This situation was more than a voyeuristic thrill; this was an astonishing rush of lustfulness and a little humiliation, maybe jealousy, feelings I'd never have guessed would amplify each other, but I could not deny the powerful effect it had on me, on my arousal. I closed my eyes and let those erotic feelings wash over me. Oh, yes, this was interesting.

Raven sighed longingly.

The music ended, and Geri walked arm in arm with the young man. They both approached and sat down at our table.

Raven checked her watch and announced, "I need to go, nice meeting you... Daddy..." she teased, then nodded knowingly to Geri and left.

I expected Geri to glare or scold me when catching me with a beautiful younger woman, but she barely seemed to notice. Spellbound by her young dance partner, still sweating and flushed from cavorting together. "This is Mr. Farkas Báthory," she said, reading his name tag. "Did I say that right?"

He smiled and kissed her neck, making her giggle and twist in his arms. "Everyone calls me Wolf, my shadow-winged raven," he told her. His lips peeled back as he smiled--almost like a dog baring its teeth. He had a deep, rumbling voice and a slightly rough accent, but spoke very clearly and directly.

"This is Wolf," Geri corrected herself. "He's a professional dancer, masseur, and tennis instructor here at the resort," she added. I offered my outstretched hand to shake, but Wolf ignored me and instead nibbled on Geri's earlobe, making her giggle again. "He's originally from Hungary," she said excitedly, describing him like a prize she'd just won. I lowered my handshake-ready hand down, flustered by the casual rejection.

Then I realized that she said Wolf worked here. All the staff and regulars here knew him and saw him with Geri. The gossip about him and my wife would spread! I thought I was arranging a private and discreet encounter. I glanced around, suddenly very self-conscious. I needed to take Geri and leave. I reached for her hand, but she pulled away.

Geri turned to him and whispered into his ear, but loud enough for me to hear. "My husband wanted to see me with a sexy man like you. You're a lovely dancer." She winked playfully. "So athletic and sensual."

I wasn't sure if she was flirting with him or taunting me. Before I could say anything, she moved closer and whispered in his ear, her lips just touching his skin, speaking softly so I couldn't make out what she said.

Wolf smiled and pulled her closer, whispering back, but loud enough for me to hear, "Maybe he is a fool to give you away? You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and you dance like an angel." She smiles warmly, nearly swooning at his compliment. She looked over at meas I was helplessly watching her revel in the attention of a younger man, and said, "My sweet fool, why don't you get us drinks?"

It was an unnerving feeling to be dismissed like this. Especially coming from my wife, but I slowly got up, hesitant to leave them alone. I ordered at the bar, and the bartender gave me a pitiful look. The whole bar had seen my wife dancing with him, and knew what was happening.

I returned to our table, determined to put an end to my mistake. "Um, Wolf? Nice to meet you, but ..."

"So," Wolf interrupted, "Did your wife crave an exciting new dance partner tonight, and you dutifully submitted to her desire? Or was this your idea, to push her into the arms of a random guy from a bar?" he said provocatively and too loudly for my comfort.

"As if she were an escort, or a pornstar?" He leered at her. "Or a whore..."

Shocked, I shook my head. "No! It's not like that!" I scolded him quietly, trying to keep my voice down. "I've never called my wife anything disrespectful, and no one else will either!" I warned, glancing around nervously to see if anyone heard him, but fearful that if I made him leave, he would make a public scene. Certainly, Geri wouldn't tolerate that language from a stranger...

Geri, however, seemed amused at my defensiveness, saying, "Let's be honest, honey, it's exactly like that!" Her playful demeanor gone, her voice had an edge. "I wasn't looking for a new dance partner tonight, but I found one!" Then she whispered in a sultry voice to Wolf, "It excites my husband when I perform for him; watching me tease a hot stranger drives him wild, just like I was his whore."

God, how did she know? I wouldn't even admit it to myself, but watching Wolf's smug reaction, she seemed to sense it. My first reflex was to deny it shamefully. I shook my head and tried to calm Geri's anger. "No, no, no, I wanted to arrange an exciting evening for us, together... discreetly..." I started to explain quietly.

Geri scoffed at me. "Oh, it will be exciting, I promise!" Then she turned to Wolf again, biting his ear, and said, "Oh, stud, call me a whore again!"

Wolf nibbled at her neck, seductively whispering, "You are a hot sexy whore!" Geri seemed to swoon at hearing that word from his lips. I scowled at them both.

"Mmm, a sexy whore.. Now, call me a slut!" she suggested, devilishly glancing at me.

Wolf brazenly ran his hands up the outside of her thighs to her breasts. I glanced around nervously to see if anyone was watching. "Mmm, my wild little slut!" He said in a hot-blooded whisper. Geri just giggled with him! I couldn't believe it.

People looked over. A hot flush of shame engulfed my face all over again. I looked at Geri, hoping for any reason to stop this, but I was shocked to see her smiling at him, savoring his attention and even crude name-calling. She ran her hands over his muscular arms, then across his flat stomach. "Oooh, yes. My charming dance partner," she cooed.

Wolf leaned back. "I don't know why you'd give her up, but I'll gladly dance with your wife," he said to me, "If you ask me to." His booming, deep voice carried across the bar. "I know so many dances -- the tango, swing, or a hustle; I'll satisfy her Carolina shagging desires like no one else can."

Geri bit his earlobe. "As no one else can?" she asked.

Wolf grinned and whispered back. "It's a promise."

She looked pleased and whispered in his ear, "It might be my lucky night tonight!" Then she stuck her tongue into his ear, her hand reaching down between his legs. I sat back, flustered, even as her sexually aggressive, openly wanton behavior with another man was incredibly arousing to me, and she seemed to love it. The rush of desire for her, which swept over me, was suddenly interrupted by Wolf's voice.

Wolf grinned at her, saying, "Oh, you are eager to dance! So am I!" Then he stood up and took Geri by the waist. "Let's take the next tango somewhere more private!" he said, brashly.

She turned to me and demanded, "Give him your room key."

I looked at Geri as if I didn't know her, suddenly not the dutiful housewife, but now an alluring sexual creature, a woman I had just neglected, letting her affection turn to another. How had I missed that?

I shot her a questioning glance, but she ignored me, only looking at him. I slowly handed my key over to Wolf. Geri smiled coyly; she just made it harder for me to get rid of him, and easier to lock me out, I noticed. He held the key up like a trophy for everyone to see, then with a knowing grin, slipped it into his pocket.

My face grew hot again, the heat of all those accusing eyes like fire on my skin. I left to pay the bar tab, and when I turned back, Geri was gone! I looked around desperately and found them walking toward the elevator, laughing and holding each other as they sauntered off, ignoring me.

This was wrong! I was confused: my fantasy of a shy, reserved wife, reluctant to violate our marital vows, my plan to charm and coax her while her young lover tried to seduce her had blown up in my face.

She had just hijacked my own fantasy and cast me aside.

Suddenly, my wife was nearly unrecognizable to me, shameless in a way that didn't make sense; my brain couldn't keep up with what my eyes were seeing. It felt like I was already outpaced. I was quietly and completely discarded before I could even react properly to a version of her that didn't belong to me anymore. Yet her sudden unabashed desire for Wolf was more arousing than I ever expected.

I barely got to the elevator in time. As the doors were closing, I squeezed in awkwardly, suddenly feeling like an intruder in my own marriage.

Chapter 4

The elevator ride was a blur of embarrassment for me--they were like teenagers on a date, whispering in each other's ears and groping each other. "Geri!" I pleaded, pulling her arm off him. "Enough, people might see!"

But she glared at me and snarled. "Are you kidding me?" she asked, as if wanting to start a fight. I braced myself. A public spat would be doubly humiliating, since I knew I was in trouble already, and compounding it with a loud argument would doom my entire week, even following me home. But then she caught herself and said, "If it bothers you to be here, go stay at the bar." She shut me down as only a wife can.

Wolf arrived at our room arm in arm with Geri, with me trailing behind, self-consciously looking around, hoping no one saw us. Even before the door closed, she turned to face him, smiling as Wolf started pawing my wife's body, much to her delight. Things were moving too quickly, and I felt my control slipping away as I stood there awkwardly.

She was so brazenly sexual, not the reserved and upright housewife any longer, but an assertive, sensual, and confident woman. It was thrilling to see this side of her--I'd suspected it was there, latent and waiting, emerging at last, as I'd hoped, but not as I expected.

They danced in our room; their movement suggested music even in silence, their bodies shared a slow, sensual rhythm only they could hear. Her hands wandered over his powerful frame with quiet curiosity, almost hunger, her fingertips brushed his cheek, lingered down the corded muscles of his arms, her thighs pressed against his. He held her with a graceful lightness as if she might spin away, holding her body close, possessing her not with force, but with mounting, sensual desire.

She lifted her face to his, her eyes smoky and needful. She hesitantly kissed his earlobe, her cheek pressed against his, then almost shyly kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger as he slowly turned his head until his lips touched hers. This wasn't the playful--and lightly showy--kissing they had done in the bar and the elevator. This was smouldering heat, the beginnings of a fire.

Wolf moved closer to Geri, gently lifting her face to meet his gaze. Her eyes burned with passion and desire as they locked into his. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips grazing hers softly. I stood there, paralyzed, witnessing the moment I had yearned for, the fantasy I had fixated on; only now I was aware of the reality: he was moments from violating my wife and marriage.

"Kiss me, Wolf," she whispered to him softly.

I gasped. I never expected it to feel like this--all too real, even alarming. I could feel my heart racing.

"Tell your husband to ask me nicely, so I know he wants this," Wolf told her. "So he understands he's giving you to me."

She looked over at me. "Ask him, my darling," she demanded. Was I really going to tell my wife to cheat on me? Actual sex never seemed like cheating in my fantasy, but a kiss? I hadn't realized watching them kiss could feel so profane, so humiliating. But my wife would not let me be an unspoiled spectator; she forced me into the act, exposing me.

Geri waited, impatiently. I was caught between regret and my lust. My lust won.

"It's OK. Kiss her," I replied, weakly.

Wolf pulled back, shaking his head. Geri glared at me. "Do I mean so little to you?"

I shot a glance at Geri; her gaze locked on me, expectant. She burned with a craving for this new experience, the adulterous curiosity I myself had been unthinkingly cultivating in her. I felt it too, a pull that defied explanation, a complete reversal of our customary roles, and a shameful desire to see where it would lead.

"Please kiss her," I said. Wolf looked at Geri, but shook his head slightly, not moving.

I swallowed, my face turning red.

"Please kiss my wife, please kiss her lips, passionately, like she deserves to be kissed. I want you to kiss her like a lover, as if you've only ever desired her, as if you'd give your very life to touch your lips to hers." I heard myself imploring him. Why was this exciting me?

They both smiled, then Wolf turned to face Geri.

I watched helplessly as he began to press his lips to my wife. Her arms came up around his neck, and she gently began returning his kiss. Then she opened her mouth, and I could see her tongue snaking around his. He pulled her close, and she pressed her body against his. She was so sexy, so sensuous; had she ever kissed me like that?

It was like suddenly hearing a regretful whisper in my soul telling me how easily I was replaced, and a burning desire to take back what I had just given him. A tight feeling built in my chest, a need to stop them, angrily send him away, and yell at her for being so foolish. This was jealousy, red-hot and searing; it came upon me quickly, powerfully.

A potent rush of arousal and reproach, and instead of acting on it and stopping her, I paused to savor the sensation.

Geri knew how to kiss, and it was almost as if she lit up; her entire body seemed to glow in his arms--was it because I was watching, or did she surrender to his irresistible, almost primal sensuality? He pulled her body closer, visibly dominating her, his almost predatory attraction drawing her in.

My wife returned Wolf's kiss with more enthusiasm than I'd expected--without hesitation or reservations. He became more aggressive, and my wife surrendered to him eagerly. Bringing her lips to his, she passionately kissed him, this time forcing her tongue deep into his mouth, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him into her.

Wolf slipped his arms around my wife's slender waist and pulled her tighter to him as the kiss intensified, tongues dancing together, saliva glistening on their lips.

She was so beautiful even as she was inflamed by another--so sultry; I was captivated by her kiss even as she was aroused by him, and I knew she was an amazing kisser. Even though she knew I was watching, she seemed more passionate and animated than I'd ever seen her before. I licked my lips as I guiltily watched, envious, ashamed I'd let her go, but eager to see more.

Then I realized she wasn't kissing him to make me jealous. She was kissing him as if I wasn't even there. Somehow, that was so much worse.

"Are you OK, Geri?" I asked, foolishly, my voice sounding hollow.

She pulled back slowly, catching her breath, then looked into his smouldering eyes, her face flushed and upturned to his. "Oh, yes." She murmured.

Geri put her face next to his ear, her cheek pressed against his, and let their shared heat simmer for a moment. Then they separated slightly; she exhaled slowly and was held by Wolf's gaze as if bound. "Your dress is stunning; it shows off how beautiful you are," he said, softly but commandingly, "but what real beauty does it hold within?" I smiled to myself; he was surprisingly, dangerously skilled at romancing and conquest.

And Geri, his willing prey, glanced over at me, asking in a voice that already decided the answer, "Should I undress? Bare myself for the stranger you picked from the bar downstairs?"

Foolishly I grinned, not at the thought of her naked, although her suggestion was exciting, but at the realization that Wolf was no simple stranger from the bar. I suddenly realized that, in a moment of terrible miscalculation, I'd thought I picked a fight with an ordinary Clark Kent, but instead, I was about to face Superman.

Yet, this felt like the moment I'd been working for. Geri looked so sexy, so amazing; now she was asking if she should take the next step, if I really wanted her to move beyond mere enticement.

"Yes, um, OK, do it," I said, my voice shaking with both uncertainty and desire. "Show him how truly beautiful you are.

Geri smiled, then looked sideways at Wolf and seductively lifted one thin strap off her shoulder, letting it fall down her arm, then, with a deliberate but subtle tremble, she caused the silky material to fall away, catching on her erect nipple, nearly exposing her milky breast. Without ever looking away from Wolf's eyes, she casually lifted the silk free, revealing her naked breast to him.

I gasped at her raw sensuality. Wolf nodded, admiringly. She wasn't so much undressing as performing a ritual disrobing, exposing her remarkable body to us little by little.

A shadow of a smile moved across his stern face for a moment; Geri glanced down demurely, but she loved being admired. "So beautiful, my bunny," Wolf said as Geri looked up at him meekly, then she carefully unhooked the remaining strap, as if accidentally, letting her dress fall to her waist like running water.

I realized I was watching real seduction; my beautiful wife's undisguised, raw sensuality--there was nothing performative or rote. I was afraid to speak lest I disturbed the authenticity of what I was witnessing: a sexy, desirable woman who knew what she wanted and was unafraid to take it. Astonished by her transformation, I held my breath.

Wolf held her hand as my wife teasingly stepped out of her dress, until she was standing there in her stiletto heels and black lacy panties, every inch of her looking amazing, so seductive, unabashedly showing off her magnificent naked physique. She posed, her eyes twinkling. I knew she was drop-dead gorgeous, and now somehow even more so, basking in a stranger's gaze.

Looking at her there, brazenly posing in the soft light, looking amazing, I had a sudden change of heart.

"Oh, Geri, I--why don't we just, together, just us..." I tried to say in a moment of clarity, "He should leave now..." but Wolf stepped between us and possessively slipped his arm around her waist.

He carefully guided her to the bed, holding her hand as she reclined. The reality hit me again: a man was leading my wife to our bed, and she was willingly following him as I watched. I knew I should stop her, stop him, take back control, but I was mesmerized, and I couldn't move. She looked him over as if deciding, or perhaps pleased at her decision.

"He is a handsome man, Hugh," she said, her tone cracking with hedonistic arousal.

Geri leaned back on the bed, topless, her impressive breasts brazenly exposed, her nipples excited and erect; I could not wait to caress them myself despite the lack of privacy. I cleared my throat, desperate to remind her I was there.

"So, I thought Geri and I could start with a little foreplay, maybe a massage to relax her, before I, we and her..." I began, aching to be included, to get things back on track, "You can watch..." I offered, hoping he'd back off, or simply leave.

Geri put her face next to his ear, as if whispering, then bit his earlobe and sat back.

Wolf laughed, as if remembering I was there. "Watch? Tonight, she's mine," he said.

Geri smiled, laughing with him at my foolishness and enjoying being wanted by her young lover. She mockingly smirked at me. "It's lovely to be so zealously desired, Wolf," she purred.

It felt like a slap in the face.

Grinning at my wife, he lifted his white tennis shirt off his sweaty torso, flexing his muscled frame for her. She gasped as she took in his flexing muscles and purred, "Oh, yes..."

She put her hands on the sides of his face, caressing down his neck, feeling his broad shoulders, then down his prominent chest, tracing slowly down to his belt, as if reassuring herself he was real. "Oh, Wolf, you are such a beautiful man..." she told him.

He was a fine male specimen, I'll admit: thick, defined muscles, and tight, tanned skin, almost no body hair. Wolf carefully removed her shoes, then sat on the bed between my wife's legs. She was absently running her bare foot along his naked back, brazenly exposing herself even more daringly now.

I could almost feel her arousal from where I stood. I expected to be excited watching her, but this was overwhelming; all my senses were on fire.

Satisfied with his physique, she leaned back and smiled. She looked over at me for a moment before meeting his eyes again.

"Are you envious, Hugh? Should I ask him to leave?" she teased.

My brain was screaming, Oh, god, YES! But I heard myself say, "No, I think I'm OK, for now."

"Good, I've decided I want him." She told me firmly, "I'm glad we both do." I must have looked confused, because she regarded me for a moment, then looked away to Wolf, smiling and licking her lips.

"Is this the kind of man you pictured us with, the man from your fantasy? Hmm?" She wondered out loud.

Her question lingered in the air, dangerously. She must have told him my fantasy, exposing me. I felt uncomfortable that she had shared my secret so casually. The thin veil between dream and nightmare just got thinner... I gulped. "I wanted excitement for you, one special night, a new experience..." I reminded her. Geri grinned evilly. "A new experience for who?" She asked, her hands on his shoulders, gently exploring his physique. "I've been with a man before, but you haven't."

'What?" I choked, not understanding what she meant.

"Do you want to feel this young man's body against yours?" Geri teased me, spreading her legs and patting the bed next to Wolf. "Come sit, join us on the bed?" She offered. I glanced, horrified, first at Geri, then Wolf, futilely praying he hadn't heard her.

But he did. He looked at me and playfully flexed his arms for her.

"Your husband keeps himself fit; does he play with men often?" Wolf asked, looking me over.

Geri smiled evilly. "I'm not really sure; men can keep so many secrets." She mused, "He did choose you over your sexy young girlfriend at the bar..."

Wolf smirked at me, then ran his hand over his package and squeezed it; I caught myself watching.

"Are you getting excited, Hugh?" she asked. Wolf glanced over as I clumsily tried to hide my growing erection. He smiled approvingly.

Geri glanced over at me. "Let's find out. Why don't you undress for us now?" She playfully needled me. "Show him your enthusiasm!"

"No! Geri, that's not what I had in mind at all! You know! Right?" I protested.

She just shrugged. "Do I?" She mused, "How far will you go to excite me tonight?" She sighed, playfully. "You're learning how far I'll go for you."

I gulped. Geri smiled at my unease, and Wolf smirked knowingly. "How far, indeed?" he asked.

I must have turned white as a sheet. In panic, I looked over at my wife. She was smiling at his suggestion, and gazing at her would-be lover, her fingers lightly touching the front of her panties.

"No! Geri, I..." I almost choked, but he looked back at her, saying, "Perhaps later, after your wife is satisfied. If she wishes to see her husband submit to a man."

"How interesting..." she whispered.

"No! Are you serious? I don't do that!! Maybe you should leave!" I said, genuinely irritated now.

Geri looked at Wolf like a prize, her eyes taking in his physique, his youth, and his charm. "Tonight I want passion, real intensity from the kind of man who knows how..." She inhaled, then added, "... to unflinchingly excite a woman, adore her, to make her feel utterly desired." Then she looked at me. "No, you had your chance, Hugh. It's my turn now. He stays."

This was too much. I said angrily, "Geri, that's enough. This whole thing was a mistake..."

But she stopped me with a deadly glance, reaching for her dress, and asked, "Wolf, do you have a room nearby?"

Would she really leave with him, half naked and aroused? Would she do that? She wouldn't, I thought, but a warning glance from her told me otherwise.

I was angry enough to let her go, and perhaps I should have.

I opened my mouth to protest, but every scenario I pictured ended with her indignantly leaving with him, and me sleeping alone and frustrated, maybe for the entire week.

Geri put her face next to his, and Wolf smiled.

This was my fault. At the bar I'd acted on impulse, involving her--without her permission--in a risky encounter she never expected. As I stood there, I finally saw how much of my "urgency" at the bar was really mindless lust, how badly I'd behaved toward my own wife on a night she went all out for me. I took a deep breath; the situation was clear: this was her fantasy now.

"No, stay here, please," I implored her.

I watched her triumphantly lie back on the bed, smiling, her eyes drifting from Wolf's face down his body and down to his belt. She was so sexy, so obviously aroused; it seemed my submission only added to her desire.

And mine? It was undeniable.

Geri nodded to him, then turned to me. "Find a place to sit, and don't be a distraction." She dismissed me like I was hired help.

I forced an embarrassed laugh as if her insult was nothing, but I felt my face blush as she derided me like a misbehaving child in front of this young man, then excluded me from my own fantasy. I didn't care. By now I wanted her so intensely I'd do anything she asked. My erection was clearly visible, straining against my pants.

But she looked over at me, snickering, and told him, "Look how hot you're making my poor husband!"

Wolf grinned, "Very hot, it seems." Suddenly, I felt very self-conscious as my wife discussed my erection with him.

"Maybe he likes it when his wife is a whore for other men," she taunted. "Maybe I like it too."

She was mocking me scornfully in front of him. I said weakly, "I don't like the way this is going. I just wanted a little excitement for us. You're not a whore..."

"Yet you treated me like one, didn't you? Telling me to seduce a stranger?" she said. Her scornful words stung, even more so, because they were true. Then she added, "It hardly matters to me what you think now."

Wolf looked over at her. "Show me how sexy you are, kitten. Show me what you have for me."

Incredibly, Geri readily obeyed him, her hands slowly caressing her own breasts, sliding down her toned body, then sensually touching herself over her panties, softly moaning, "Like this?" she asked. Wolf grinned and nodded, then she teasingly slid her damp panties to the side, exposing herself, boldly engaging in a racy display of self-pleasure for her young lover, softly moaning, occasionally glancing at me with contempt.

Before I could stop myself, I whispered, "Oh my, Geri, that's so hot!" But she ignored me, smiling at Wolf instead, who leaned in closer, his lips nearly touching hers.

Together, in the soft light, they looked like a baroque painting, elegant and erotic.

"Yes, Geri, my sweet, show me how eager you are to play with your Wolf," he urged her. Geri moaned softly, her arousal now unmistakable. "Do you like what you see, Wolf?" She purred.

Wolf pulled her leg to his cheek, gently touching it to his face, looking at my wife with greedy anticipation. "Oh, yes, very much so," he said in a smoky voice.

I sat back, dizzy from the rush of unfamiliar feelings, unsure what I should do. Geri, reveling in my embarrassment, glanced over smugly, then softly moaned again in simmering heat.

Wolf started kissing her leg, up her calf, then lingered behind her knee, slowly working up her thigh. Geri moaned softly with each lingering kiss.

I was conflicted. I kept thinking: Stand up! This is absurd! Stop playing the fool, kick Wolf out, and deal with the inevitable fight with Geri. She must be yearning for me to step in, challenge her lover, and boldly sweep her away? Right?

Then I heard the change in her voice, so smouldering and desperately needful.

"Oh, God, yes, Wolf! Yes! What are you doing to me? It feels so good! Don't stop!" She moaned. I panicked--I was losing her.

I shook my head, signalling to her this was too much. I knew she saw me, but instead of backing off, her eyes twinkled, and she glanced over and said to me, "You picked him; you selected the man your wife would sleep with tonight. I told you I'd see it through; you promised no regrets."

She was right; what would be worse, watching her seduction, or else exposing myself as a weak, dithering fool? "I did promise that, didn't I?" I reminded myself. I kept thinking he was the warm-up, that Geri and I would soon be the main event. I had no idea how wrong I was.

Geri looked back at Wolf, satisfied she'd dealt with me.

"Well, Wolf, let's see if you're as talented as you are beautiful," she told him, gazing at him longingly and her eyes taking him in.

"Give me your wife's panties now," he ordered, and held out his hand.

"No.. My wife's...? Geri...?" I mumbled. How far would she let this go?

I didn't move. Each new demand seemed to trap me in deeper submission, and my former self was getting farther and farther away, like a siren's song, irresistible, drawing me into my own destruction.

Sensing my uncertainty, she firmly stated, "If you hesitate to obey again, husband, I'll ask you to leave."

Geri's voice, sharp with wifely resolve but also sultry with desire, jolted me from my thoughts. I knew that tone: it warned me that my awkwardness embarrassed her in front of someone she wanted to impress.

Still, her voice, both sensual and resolute, surged through me, raw and electric, igniting a primal thrill I couldn't resist--yet hated myself for craving. I loved catching glimpses of her dominant side when we played together, but now she was unleashed, beyond my control. I didn't know how far she'd take it, or what it would mean for us in the morning.

For now, it was pure electricity in my body--followed by a promise of more, even if only on her terms. My carefully preserved image of masculinity, my idea of what I was supposed to be as a husband, became her terrible price.

Obediently, I moved over to her, and she put her arms around my neck and lifted her bottom off the bed slowly. I could smell her perfume, light and flowery, mixed with the sweet familiar scent of her body after a workout. I felt her soft, warm skin against mine, her muscles flexing, her warm breath on my face. Feeling her so close, so tender, I was desperate to have her for myself and to end this indignity. I tugged her panties down her legs as she flirtatiously wriggled out of them. She posed there for a moment, so beautiful, I leaned in to kiss her, but then she coldly pushed me away.

Chastened, I handed them to Wolf.

He showed them to me and held them near my face.

Out of habit, I inhaled, taking in the unmistakable scent of her excitement. "I love inhaling your sweet, excited aroma; all I can think about right now is tasting you," I mumbled, forgetting Wolf was even there. Geri laughed at my foolishness, that I had noticed too late.

"You know the scent of my arousal, husband? YOU turned away from it at the bar." She reminded me as her hot animal fragrance was now thick in the air, the damp portion of her panties still warm against my skin.

My mind was racing. I felt lightheaded from so many unfamiliar and confusing feelings. Geri was obviously excited by my humiliation, and even more so when Wolf joined in. Despite being uncomfortable with this turn of events, watching her so brazenly sexually stimulated was new and exhilarating for me. The irony of it was dizzying. I was overwhelmed with lust for her, realizing my fantasy was finally happening. Well, an unnerving version of it, where she took control, and I remained a passive voyeur.

Wolf kissed her face, nibbled and bit her earlobe, slowly moved his lips down her neck, then farther, and ran his tongue all over one of my wife's exposed breasts, making circles around her swollen nipples. His big hands squeezed and fondled them. I saw her bite her lower lip as he toyed with one hard nipple, then the other.

"She loves having her breasts kissed. They are magnificent, aren't they?" I said, still desperate to feel like part of her seduction.

"So magnificent," he agreed.

"You want to get rough with them, Wolf?" Geri asked mischievously. "Squeeze them, bite them, feel how soft and smooth they are?" Wolf used his mouth and big hands on her, massaging her breasts, making her gasp and writhe.

"Oh, yes, Wolf! You're driving me wild!" My wife moaned, gasping. "Don't be gentle! Yes! Oh, yes!"

I watched as she became aroused by his tongue and teeth on her sensitive, exposed breasts and was still surprised that she had let a strange man excite her, even though I had only an hour ago hoped she would. Wolf sucked the nipple he was toying with into his mouth, and Geri brought her hands up to hold the back of his head tighter. She was moaning with pleasure now, unabashedly.

"Oh... Yes... Oooh yes... Ah! Oh, darling, yes!" she cried out. Hearing her pleasure seemed to stimulate me as well; our years of marriage connected us on a sexual level.

"Oh yeah, Geri, my sweet kitten... You're so ready for me, aren't you? Tell me what you need, Geri! Let your husband hear you," Wolf growled.

Some part of me was clinging to the idea that Geri would stop him, would end things before she let a stranger actually have sex with her. Sure, she would mock me, shame me for letting it go this far, rage at me for getting her into this situation at all, but then kick Wolf out, and together we'd laugh at the stupidity of the entire thing.

Before I could stop him, he grinned at her and tugged his shorts down, followed by his underwear, then kicked off his shoes and gracefully stepped out of them.

My heart sank when I heard my wife say, "Oh, yes, Wolf, you're so beautiful, and so big!"

I'd seen men get hard in movies before, and I never gave it much thought. But in real life, the first time I saw a man sexually excited in person, my eyes were locked on his erection. I felt an odd excitement as I watched it swell and pulse, realizing this wasn't film or fantasy; a real man was getting aroused by my wife.

His penis was big and getting bigger, longer, and thicker. A large mushroom head peeked out of his foreskin, slick with sticky moisture. His penis wasn't just big, but also perfectly proportioned with thick veins and a large head, and it was beginning to swell up, to point away from his body, throbbing with his pulse. It was tanned, like his body, and I glanced at Geri as we both imagined him naked and exposed on the beach, reclining in the sun like a Roman statue.

Earlier he'd been playing tennis--I caught the heady scent of sweat, musk, and a faint trace of clean linen. I inhaled; his scent wasn't unpleasant, and I was alarmed at its beguiling effect.

Geri looked over at me, and her gaze seemed to ask, "Are you really just going to stand there, watching me and doing nothing, while he takes me? While I surrender to him? What kind of man are you?" But she already knew the answer; we both did.

Chapter 5

Geri, my own wife, put her arms around him, her hands running over his body, kissing his face, his neck, and down his chest, slowly at first, but then with increased passion and hunger. I was blown away by her sensual enthusiasm, the raw lust she displayed for him.

Wolf relished the effect he had on her, then he grunted smugly, telling her, "Show your husband what you want more than anything, what makes you hot as you've never felt before."

I held my breath. For a long moment she looked at me, then defiantly turned back to Wolf.

She gingerly reached over, gently putting her hand on it, then held it like a prize, stroking the thick shaft, kissing the tip.

"I'm touching another man intimately, Hugh, the first time since our wedding night." She breathed, as if she didn't believe it.

I watched, mesmerized, as she slowly stroked and kissed her prize, torn between jealousy and arousal, unable to speak.

"I wonder what I'll feel like to you, after tonight, Hugh?" She muttered, "After he's been inside me, I mean..."

I looked up, confused. The reality of everything rushed in like a tidal wave, things I'd ignored suddenly clear, feelings and repercussions I'd dismissed, all now too real, then I heard her voice: "... if I'll even feel you at all."

She looked back at Wolf, a smile creeping across her lips. I heard her voice: wild, unrestrained, and overcome with lust, she spoke slowly but clearly, "Oh, Wolf! Take me in your arms. I need you to make love to me. I need to feel your body next to mine! Wolf! Oh, oh my darling, please take me!"

She had warned me, but only now did I understand. For Geri, this wasn't merely physical; it was life-changing. Our shared intimacy, devotion, respect, and desire were all transformed, the impact lingering long after tonight; only the physical, sexual act remained. It was inevitable now, unstoppable, and somehow anticlimactic.

He kissed her neck, nibbling up to her earlobe slowly.

"Oh, yes, Wolf!" She cried out.

Just hearing the raw desire in her voice was astonishing! I watched another man sexually excite my wife, and she was consumed by desire for him. Ironically, I wanted her so badly now, my arousal growing nearly out of my control. Oh, god, don't let me climax without touching myself, I prayed.

Wolf adeptly moved his thighs between my wife's open legs and started to rub himself on her, smearing her moisture up and down her delicate folds even as she looked me in the eyes. He didn't bother with a condom, and she didn't notice or care; her lust was real and overpowering any restraint. She reached around his back and pulled him close, writhing in his arms, moaning with need, irreversibly turned on and desperately in need of gratification.

She looked at me, narrating the moment of her infidelity to me as if daring me to object, and mocking me for allowing it.

"Ah... he's... Oh, Hugh!... He's making me tingle... I can feel the head... so close, pushing into me! Oh! Yes! He's almost putting it inside me! Oh, oh, Hugh, he is so big!"

She looked over at me. "Hugh, your wife is about to feel another man penetrate her married body, feel him slide inside me!" She said, almost gasping. "His cock is so hard, my pussy is so wet for him!"

She never talked dirty like this; it was an electric moment, and I could feel my climax building without touching myself, as if Geri's excitement and mine were linked.

She continued. "Ah... Hugh, he's stretching my pussy. I can feel it just pushing into me a little, another man's cock, and it's stretching me open! He's almost inside me! Can you see it? Oh, yes, it makes me want him deep inside me... I need him inside me right now!"

"Do you want this?" Wolf teased her. "Do you want to feel me inside your married pussy?"

"Oh, God, yes! Wolf, please!" she earnestly pleaded with him, pulling him closer.

"Tell your husband to ask me," Wolf demanded. Geri glanced over at me, her eyes fierce.

"Hugh? Ask him! Oh, god, Hugh, please hurry!" She sneered. I gulped. I wanted to stop them, to pull him off her, kick him out, to take her in my arms.

I knew I should stop this, but I didn't, and I couldn't, not now. Not when I was so close to my fantasy becoming real.

I gulped again. The reality of what I got her involved in is finally clear. "Geri?" I started to ask, hoping she'd give me some sign of regret, that she wanted me to stop him. But she cut me off. "Don't you want to watch me ravished, Hugh? You want to see this young man take my body? You begged me to do this, to seduce him, so you could watch your own wife submitting to another man. Now, he's the only man my body craves whether you're here or not. Don't let this evening be for nothing!"

Wolf pulled back, and Geri groaned in frustration.

"Tell him that you want this, that you will sit quietly, submissively, and obediently, or else go and leave us," she insisted.

I was as turned on as she was, driven by pure lust now. Incredibly, I heard myself say, "Please make love to my wife; she is yours tonight. Please satisfy her better than I ever could, give her your lust, let her feel your passion deep inside of her, until she climaxes with you. Please make love to my wife for me."

As I listened to my own words, my body trembled, but Geri smirked at my disgrace. This is what it feels like to sell your soul, I realized; I never imagined it would be so intense, so profound. My face burned in shame.

Geri squealed with lusty delight as Wolf pulled her legs up to his shoulders. Then he paused and asked her, "Would it be hotter for you if I made him leave?"

A chill raced up my spine, my fantasy and hopes dangling by a thread. He alone couldn't make me do anything, but she could join him in excluding me--denying me for another man. The hollow ache of betrayal would follow as I heard the door shut behind me. I wanted a threesome, but I never counted on being cuckolded.

She looked at me and made it clear, "Hugh, I want you to watch this, watch my lover and me." She whispered, "Tonight, you're just a voyeur. A witness, as long as we permit it."

I nodded meekly.

Wolf grinned, "Sit over there." He pointed towards a chair. "Watch me make love to your wife, and understand what you squandered tonight," he reminded me.

He turned to Geri and said, right in front of me, "I've told your husband that I want him to stay here and watch as I make love to you. He has to learn, see it for himself: you are no longer his but mine now."

He pushed his hips forward. Geri's eyes rolled back into her head in ecstasy.

"Oh! Oh! Slowly! Go, it's so big! Oh, yes! Ah! YES! Oh, yes!" She cried, in both pain and determination.

I didn't expect this. In my fantasy, it was all so performative, so much more like a theater show. Now, I was feeling her emotions, her lust, and my immediate regret; my face burned with disgrace as I lustfully watched another man take my wife, as I watched her give herself completely to him.

She moaned uncontrollably. "Oh yes, my darling Wolf! You feel good inside me, yes!"

Wolf grunted, "Uh huh!" and was deep between my wife's legs now, his hips rising and falling, her gasps and helpless cries in time with his increasingly powerful thrusts. I could see everything: her legs shaking, her hands pulling him in deeper, and his wet, glistening shaft as he pulled out of her for another thrust.

"Oh, yes! Ugh! Ugh! Yes! Yes!" she cried out. "Give it to me! Yes!"

My wife was naked, writhing and moaning under another man. Geri had the most perfect body of any woman I'd ever met, a masterpiece of finely sculpted feminine perfection. Long, powerful legs, her supple skin tight and smooth. She moved with a dancer's grace, like silk in the breeze, even as he pounded his cock into her, making her perfect, full breasts energetically bounce with his every thrust, her large erect nipples that begged to be kissed; I was desperate to touch them, but it was another man kissing them.

"Do you love it? Love the way I make you feel?" he asked.

"Mmm. Hmm! Oh, yes!" she moaned, wrapping her perfect legs around him.

"You're so tight! Such a hot little whore!" he grunted.

I watched her excitement, her body trembling with tiny climaxes, completely spellbound; at his touch, her body would tense, then relax; she'd become aggressive, then a moment later, passive and submissive. She was brilliant, sublime; no other woman could be so sensual to me. Somehow he brought out her deepest, most sensual carnal desire.

Wolf's body lunged forward over and over again, burying his cock deeper and deeper into my wife's naked body. I could see the glistening shaft sliding into her while her pussy lips spread wide to accommodate its slick girth. "Holy fuck," she gasped, "Oh, oh, oh, god! You feel fucking huge. Your cock feels so deep inside me!"

Wolf lifted Geri's legs onto his shoulders, his thighs and biceps flexing, large smooth balls slapping into her with each deeper wet thrust, and I had the perfect view. He kissed her lips and neck hungrily even as he ran his hands over her convulsing body. He was dominant, but not cruel or violent. He'd start to change position or want to feel her hands on his face or chest, and she'd follow, eager to please him in an unspoken obedience; it was so sensual to observe them together.

She cried out and grabbed his back desperately to hang on as her body was driven into the bed. He fucked her enthusiastically, her moans and cries sounding more desperate by the second as their bodies slapped together.

"Hugh," she gasped between thrusts, "You wanted this! Do you like seeing your wife take his young, hard cock? "

I never expected her to be so passionate, almost delirious with lust and desire, magnificent in her wantonness. I squeaked out, "Yes."

Geri quickly reached the point of begging for the orgasm she desperately needed. "Fuck me harder, yes! Please make me come! Please? Oh, yes! Make me come for you!"

This is what I wanted, what I'd obsessed over; it was happening. I expected to feel aroused and excited watching this live sex show. And I was...

It was more than that. She was my wife; in my eyes she was still the 20-year-old beauty I'd fallen in love with, courted, and married. Her new lover was perhaps how I saw myself when I first met Geri: burning and greedy for her. Together, they were so sexy, so alive, recalling the passion and excitement of our first encounters, the nostalgia of our youth. But his youth, not mine. As I watched, I felt more and more distant, discarded and forgotten.

"Um, go easy, don't hurt her," I warned him, but my voice sounded weak.

"You are not so fragile, so delicate, are you? You fucking love this, don't you, kitten? You love me inside you, don't you?" he asked her. "Your pussy feels so good on my cock."

"Yes!" she cried out. "Fuck me! Harder! Faster! Oh, god, yes! My sexy Wolf, how I've wanted to feel you inside me! Oh my god, you're huge!" she cried out.

"Remind me to thank your foolish husband in the morning!" Wolf sneered.

I felt foolish; that was true. I blurted out, "Oh, Geri, you look even more incredible than I imagined. Oh, so sexy!" I gasped. I helplessly reached down and felt how painfully hard I was; this wasn't just any woman or a porn star; she was my exciting, passionate wife, and she was unchained now. I could almost feel her climax building.

"Oh, Geri, I want you so badly now, and ..." I pleaded, "You and me..." But she flashed me a wicked look, and I bit my tongue.

"Oh, god, Wolf! Yes! YES! Do you want me to be your personal slut tonight, darling? Do you want me to get nasty only for you?" she cried.

"Yes, Geri, as nasty as you like!" He grunted.

"Oh my God, Wolf, I will! Just don't stop doing what you're doing----promise you won't ever stop!"

She was my love, and I'd promised her a wild night, but hearing her submit so totally, so completely uninhibited shook me to my core. Desperately, I tried instead to see them as strangers acting in a porn video, detached and impersonal, but knowing it was my own wife, Geri, who was affecting me at an unexpected, much deeper level. I knew what I was seeing was real, and our marriage was forever changing as I watched.

"You are such a fucking whore, aren't you, kitten?" he grunted.

Now completely unleashed, any sense of decency was long forgotten. "Yes, oh God yes!" she yelled out. "Oh, god, I am a whore! I'm your whore Wolf. My pussy is yours!"

"Then fuck me like the whore you are. Show me how much of a slut you truly are," he demanded. She started to hump back on his cock in earnest.

"Oh stud! Fuck your dirty whore! Oh, oh oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried.

But as the reality sank in, as I watched her approaching climax with him, I was overwhelmed by a profound sense of loss and abandonment, watching the woman I loved and married willingly give herself to another, surrender to him, degrade herself for him. This was my doing; my lust drove me forward, and then my own shortcomings were exposed and raw: my age and my inattentiveness, with no way to undo it or recover. I was forced to confront the painful truth: she was mine a moment ago. But now? What had I done?

I never expected to feel so cold by being excluded at such a profound level. In my fantasy, Geri and I were brought closer, but now I felt like a shadow, unnoticed, irrelevant, barely present. I'd opened Pandora's box of temptations and sins and saw my reflection looking back at me.

"Oh, yes! Wolf! Yes! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried out. Encouraged, Wolf increased his rough, savage pounding of my wife's pussy, making her scream and wrap her legs around him tighter, as if desperately trying to pull him in deeper and keep him inside her.

Wolf looked at me, standing there numbly. "You fool! Tell your wife how beautiful she is!" he demanded.

Jarred out of my daze, I replied honestly, "Geri, you look incredibly sexy, so beautiful, so alive! I can't take my eyes off you. I'm so in love, I want you so much!" If she even noticed me, she barely reacted, but her body responded to Wolf with renewed enthusiasm.

Wolf grinned. "Tell her how excited this is making you!" he ordered. "As your wife climaxes with another man!"

I swallowed hard. My self-image, my illusions of masculinity and dominance up to now, suddenly teetered on a razor's edge as the cold, unforgiving reality sank in.

Yet I was turned on like crazy.

As I watched my wife submit to a hot stranger, a rush of excitement surged through me like nothing I had ever known, not merely from the exhilarating sight of my wife lost in raw ecstasy with her young lover, but from the sheer dominance over me she suddenly found, and my unexpected, shameful yet intoxicating surrender to her. This arousal ran deeper and more powerfully than I had ever imagined possible. Yet I had no idea what it truly meant--for me, or for us.

As my body trembled with taboo lust, I spoke carefully, "Geri, you are the most sensual, erotic woman I've ever known. I almost can't bear it."

Geri asked, "Is this what it took for you to realize, Hugh?" She laughed at my impotence.

I took a breath and answered miserably, "Yes. Yes."

She glanced at me as a glare flitted across her face for a moment, then she laughed again. "I wanna be your fuck-toy, Wolf!" She promised, "I'll do whatever you want, anything!"

Wolf sneered at me, grunting, roughly pounding her now that she was used to his size, her breasts bouncing wildly up and down as she took every thick inch of him. I watched his thick shaft sliding in and out of her pussy, wet and slick from her arousal. I looked at her face and saw the lust and satisfaction she was feeling for him. Perhaps I expected her to simply tolerate his attempts at penetration, biding her time until I could take her back? Seeing her face, I realized I was right about how she would feel unleashed, but had I lost everything?

"Geri, you're such a passionate, incredible woman!" I blurted out, just desperate to be seen.

"No, she's just another slut." Wolf sneered. He must have seen the shock and irritation on my face; my wife was no slut. But he just grinned.

"Stop that, you're too rough! She's my wife!" I was close to grabbing his arms, pulling him off her.

Wolf pulled her hair back and demanded, "Tell your husband, kitten! Tell him! You are a slut, aren't you? My slut!"

"Yes, I'm a slut. I'm your slut, Wolf." She assured him. "Give it to me! Pound me! Hurt me!"

He looked over and smirked. "Go sleep on the couch!" he barked. Geri laughed, "Oh, Wolf, your cock feels so good! So good! Uh, uh, uh, I can't take much more of it!! Oh, oh! I'm going to come, Wolf! I'm coming!"

Stunned, I watched her climax with him. I thought I'd seen her climax before, but this was so unexpected, maybe for both of us, shockingly intense, almost violent. She started wildly riding him back, as if she had no control over her own hips, thrusting so powerfully I thought Wolf might get thrown out of bed, but he was strong and matched her energy easily. Then she started to writhe in his arms, screaming, "Oh, no, no, no, no! Oh, god, yes, yes, yes, yes!" as if pushing him away, then pulling him in closer. Just when I thought she was in pain, she would grit her teeth and pull him tight to her naked, sweaty body.

Then, he pushed her legs higher, almost bending her in two, driving his cock into her deeply; her body got stiff, her back arched, and she opened her mouth as if to scream, but no sound came out. Then her whole body shook, Geri screamed a deep guttural sound, and held him tightly, her climax ripping through her body.

"Oh, my god. Oh my god. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna come."

"Come, baby. Come for me!" he called, over and over. "Show your husband what it's like when you really climax."

"Oh god! I will! I am! Oh god! Oh my GOD! Make me come! Fill me up!" She begged him. He lunged into her savagely until she screamed.

She struggled, as if trying to escape, then tensed up and relaxed, nearly collapsing, spent.

I'd never seen her have an orgasm like that; suddenly I realized how foolish I was for pushing her into his arms, my illusions of being a good lover for her just dashed and left hollow.

I thought she had passed out. Wolf held her surprisingly gently; he was still inside her, but he held still until she opened her eyes. I hoped it was over; I hoped he would leave now. I'd be ready when she teased me enough, stopped this mistake with Wolf, and made him leave.

Chapter 6

She turned to him, her breathing coming in gasps, and said, "I've never been fucked like that before! Oh, god, that was so wild!" Wolf just lay there grinning, his hard cock glistening, bobbing with his breathing, looking bigger than ever. He hadn't come yet; it wasn't over.

She glanced over at me; a few seconds of eye contact said it all. "I just came on a cock bigger than yours; I've never cum so intensely with you, have I? I'm glad you saw how intense it was for me."

She staggered over to me and wriggled her naked, sweaty body against mine, mocking me, reminding me of what I so eagerly gave to another man. She leaned back, her lips next to my ear, and asked, "Are you enjoying your fantasy?"

I almost forgot why we were here; my head was spinning. I replied, "It was unbelievable." But then I took a breath, trying to salvage my marriage, and said, "You were incredible, Geri; I guess this guy satisfied you." Surprisingly, she let out a low moan of agreement.

Geri grinned. "Oh, god, Hugh, he did. I felt so sexy doing it in front of you like that, being so exposed, so turned on; it was so erotic! I came so hard I'm almost dizzy."

Then I asked, ashamed of her inevitable reply, "I guess I was right?"

She smirked at me, "That I would need a better man to feel this good? Yes, you were right."

Sheepishly, I shrugged. "He does have a big cock," I mumbled.

"Not just his cock, Hugh. I loved that I made you give me away; I love that you couldn't stop me. I loved watching your face turn red with shame, the look in your eyes as you realized I'd never come for you like that."

I sat there, stunned by her cruelty. Geri returned to the bed and sat next to Wolf, telling him, "And never will."

Wolf grinned at the compliment, then rolled over to catch his breath. As they both relaxed, Geri looked my way, reveling in the power she enjoyed over me. I still had not had cum and would do anything to be with her at that point. She beckoned to me. I stood near her as she reached into her pussy, getting two fingers wet with her sex juices, and raised those fingers toward my mouth. I flinched and turned my head.

She rubbed her fingers against my cheeks and across my lips. "Aren't you curious to taste a satisfied pussy?" She jeered at me. Shamefaced, I sat down in the nearby chair, my legs weak.

"Mmm, my sweet Wolf," she moaned, licking her fingers clean, but then rose and sat on my lap, her back to me. Her hot bare pussy felt amazing on my legs as she ground her naked ass into me.

"Are you happy yet, husband? Should I make him leave us now? Are you ready for me at last?" she teased.

I was desperate to have her to myself; even as I was in shock from it all, her ass grinding against my naked lap had me close to a humiliating hands-free ejaculation. I wanted to beg her to stop, but before I could answer, Wolf leapt up and perched on the arms on either side of the chair, his muscular legs trapping us, bringing his cock to her mouth.

I watched as she brought the head of his glistening cock up to her lips and licked the tip, looking at me the entire time. He began to get hard again as she sucked the entire head into her mouth. She worked her lips over the head while her hands slowly stroked up and down the slick shaft. "Mmmm, so masculine and sensuous!" She moaned.

"Oh, god, Geri..." I mumbled.

My wife's eyes grew large as, with little warning, he pushed it past her lips. Geri opened her mouth as wide as possible, her lipstick-red lips stretched wide as she took his stiff, thick rod, still coated with her own pussy juice, into her mouth.

"Get nasty for me, my little butterfly," he said.

Then, he started to slowly fuck my wife's mouth. She moaned, "Mmm, mm!" as if she was really savoring the taste of her own sex, enjoying having her lips on his glistening shaft. Wolf's dick was larger than mine; she looked so sexy as she rubbed it on her face, alternating between gently licking him and then taking his entire manhood in her mouth, her red lipstick lips stretching over the thick crown.

"Get a good look," Wolf said. "I fucked her with this cock. She begged for it, and she came on it. It's covered in her cream, fresh, hot, dripping down her chin even now."

Geri's eyes met mine as she sucked his cock. I instinctively looked away. Years of locker-room etiquette and social conditioning made it awkward for me to get caught looking at another man, but she wouldn't have it.

"Look at his cock, Hugh! Have you ever seen one this big for real? Come on, look at it," she teased me.

Fuck, that's what I was here for, right? Resigned to watch, I met her gaze and watched her give expert oral pleasure to her young lover. Geri smiled and took his cock deep again.

"Oh god yes! I can feel you taking my cock so deeply! Play with my balls too! That feels so fucking good!" He said, encouraging her.

She was making me crazy; watching her was so sensual, so indecent to see up close, where his cock was only a few inches from my face. I could smell his funk and the familiar scent of my wife's heat as he pumped it in and out of her sexy mouth. A mouth and lips I'd kissed and knew well, at least up until now.

Wolf snorted, then roughly pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. Geri gagged and sputtered as she desperately tried to accommodate his thickness, taking him deeper with each thrust into her throat than I'd ever thought possible. Her red lips sliding along the glistening thick shaft with every stroke, reaching the end, licking the clear seeping cum from his slit, then taking him deep again. Every time she gagged, his pre-cum and her saliva sprayed all over my face. Revolted, I flinched, but I was pinned down, unable to move. They laughed together at my misery.

Why did that make it hotter?

Wolf snorted at my obvious discomfort. "Hugh, she had a talented mouth; look what a sweet little cocksucker your wife is," Wolf grunted. "I may use your key to let myself in anytime I want, to feed her my cock all week!" he mused, grinning. Geri moaned with eager delight, "Oh yes, Wolf! Never leave my bed!"

My mind raced with the depraved erotic image of her swallowing his cock every morning, the cruel insanity of his suggestion, but she seemed excited by it.

"Geri, do you love sucking my cock?" He taunted us both. She nodded. "Mmm. Mmm!" she managed, her mouth full.

"Watch her suck me, take me into her married lips. Don't be ashamed of your desire," he said to me, "I know you gave me her pussy, you watched as she came on my cock, you're excited watching another man take your woman, watching her adoring his cock."

He pulled back, making Geri grumble in frustration, and he asked, "Say it for your husband to hear!"

Geri looked at me and replied, "I love sucking his big cock, and I love your big cock, Wolf! I love it!" before thrusting her head forward and wrapping her lips around it greedily. She grabbed his wet, slick shaft with one hand, then with the other started to massage his smooth balls, pulling them toward her as she wrapped her lips around his crown. Every few minutes, she moved from his heavy cock to fawningly kiss and suck his large, smooth balls.

"Fuck yes, Geri! You're so good! Your wife is a really talented cocksucker!" Geri seemed to revel in his obscene compliment, pleased with herself. She smiled at me and doubled her efforts.

Desperate perhaps to be more than a passive observer, I took Geri's tits in my hands and massaged them, pinching her nipples, even nibbling her earlobe as Wolf's cock slid in her mouth. She squealed with pleasure, wriggled and squirmed and rubbed her wet, naked ass against my confined dick. "Oh, yes, Hugh! Oh, yes! This is so hot! Pinch my nipples! Yes, Hugh!"

Her sudden enthusiasm for my touch was the first time since our evening began that I started feeling like myself. I felt a glimmer of courage. I wanted to take Geri right then, while this boy helplessly watched me take my wife back. I started kissing her neck, moving my hips to grind against her bottom, lifting her just enough for my cock to penetrate her.

Sensing my intention, she squealed, "Oh, yes, Hugh!" Even as she sucked his cock, she lifted her hips, and I felt my cockhead brush her dripping pussy, a moment from sliding into her. It was electrifying. I felt a rush of erotic thrill course through me. I think she felt it too--that spark just before surrender. Her body trembled, and I was so close... Geri, lost in the moment, turned to me and cried, "Oh, god, yes, Hugh! I need you inside me!"

Just then, Wolf thrust his cock into Geri's mouth, and she gagged. He pulled it back, dripping saliva and sticky pre-ejaculate, saying, "Kiss your husband, whore!" Geri turned and stuck her tongue down my throat, mashing her lips into mine. I tasted her mouth, her pussy, and his sweaty cock all at once; she was relentless in her oral attack on me. I tried to push her away, but Wolf's legs blocked my arms, and she torridly held my lips to hers. She twisted in my lap, her pussy grinding wetly on my thigh, the overload of sensation almost had my cock exploding.

She pulled back, smirking, "Did you love watching me suck another man's big, perfect cock? Does it get you hot?"

I sputtered and spat the taste from my mouth. Laughing, she pulled my head to hers and kissed me again, deeply, sensually, until I felt myself surrender and kiss her back. Despite the sloppy mix of hot fluids dripping off her chin, it was one of her hottest kisses ever. She pushed her tongue deep into my mouth, then pulled back slowly as I caught my breath.

"How does he taste to you?" she quipped, smirking. I managed to weakly glare at her, about to demand that she get off me, then Wolf turned her head and pushed his cock past her lips again.

"Her mouth belongs to me now! That's it, suck my cock, I'm going to shoot my fuckjuice all over you! Do you want to taste it? Do you want me to paint your sweet face with my hot spunk?" Wolf demanded of her.

"Yes. Come on my face. Come all over me. Give me all the milk from your balls." Geri squealed like a cheerleader. He started jerking his cock rapidly right in her face. Geri started begging, "Oh please Wolf! Please shoot for me! Yes, that's it. Come on my face!"

Wolf started grunting and growling, his hips thrusting. Geri begged, "Yes. That's it. Yes, come. Come on my face. Yes. Come all over me."

Wolf urgently pushed the swollen head of his cock past her lips, holding it there and stroking his shaft. I saw his cock throb and knew his first big jet of thick hot semen was filling Geri's mouth. She fought to swallow it, even as he pulled back and painted her face and tits with spurt after spurt of sticky pearlescent cream. Fascinated, I watched his cock jump and shoot as he ejaculated over and over again, each hot stream sticking to her skin, her lips, before dripping down her chin. Geri swallowed again, then tried to lick and suck the last few thick drops from the end of his cock. She was moaning and twisting her body as if she was climaxing herself. "Oh yes! Oh oh oh! So hot! Wolf! There's so much!" She squealed while her body twisted and squirmed in my lap.

Thick white ropes of cum flew out and covered Geri's tits, her face, and splashed even on mine. It felt like snot was dripping off my face, and I nearly came myself even as I shuddered with revulsion.

After a moment, she pulled back to take a deep breath, the pungent scent of pussy and semen filling my nostrils, then she grinned and asked, "Is this what you wanted to see, honey?" Her body trembling and writhing against my cock was about to set me off as well. I was helplessly teetering on the edge, then I could not stop myself, and I started grunting involuntarily, "Oh, fuck! Ugh! Ugh! FUCK!"

My hands pinned down by her and her lover, I felt myself start to ejaculate. It was a powerful orgasm; even as Geri thrashed and cried out with hers. I felt my cock pumping and hot jets of sticky cum flooding the space between my lap and Geri's bottom; I felt my body shake and my skin grow hot as tremors rocked me. I looked up to see Wolf return to thrusting his shaft past her lips. I could feel the slimy squishing and sliding of her ass on my cum covered thighs, as I was still pinned.

It left me dizzy, almost passing out. I hadn't come that hard in years. As I caught my breath, I realized it felt different; my climax ripped from my body, forced from me against my will and leaving me feeling hollow. I never felt so spent before.

Or so ashamed.

Geri looked up at me; she knew I had just come. The pity and embarrassment in her eyes amplified the shame. I'd just ejaculated powerfully. She knew I'd lost control, and I suspected Wolf knew too; the way he looked at me, I was disgraced, and my face burned red.

"Did you get off seeing another big man's cock in your own wife's pussy, and her pretty face covered in his hot cum?" she asked, panting and gulping.

Humiliated, I just nodded.

Wolf laughed at my obvious discomfort, my regret. I wanted to pull away, to leave, even leave her alone with him, but I was still pinned in place. Geri smirked at me, tugging his cock. "Wolf, you're still so big... so hard... I love your hard cock!" Wolf grunted in satisfaction. "I know you do!" he bragged.

Geri twisted in my lap, then rubbed her face on my shoulders and down my chest, smearing his cum and sweat into my chest hair. Then she started to lick and suck it off my chest and nipples. I was uneasy having another man's semen on my skin, but her tongue and gentle nibbling were driving me crazy.

Eventually he moved off us. Then, Wolf lifted her, positioning and bending her over to face me, her head near my shoulder. He obviously started to rub his fat cock on Geri's wet pussy as she looked me in the face. Her eyes were half open with smoky desire, and her cheeks were flushed. She was consumed by lust at this point and desperately in need of release.

"Oh my god, is your cock still hard? Oh, Wolf! fuck me! Fuck me now!" Geri gasped. Wolf must have pushed into her, and she tried to brace herself on my shoulders.

"Oh, god, he's hard again!" She whispered in my ear, "Can you believe his stamina?"

His breathing was heavy, his eyes closed, and he said, "Your wife has the tightest, sweetest pussy I have ever felt on my cock."

She smiled with genuine satisfaction at his compliment. Never before had I seen her so submissive as a lover, not even to me, her husband, and here she was giving herself to a stranger, presenting herself as his slut, to take as he pleased.

She whispered to me, "But it won't feel tight for you anymore, will it, Hugh?"

Wolf snorted, saying, "Oh, Geri, your pussy feels so good. How does my cock feel in your pussy?"

He wanted me to hear her answer; she nearly screamed, "He feels so good inside me! I love his cock! I just love it!"

As soon as he was fully inside of her, she let out another low moan and began rocking back and forth, slowly at first, but rapidly increasing her pace. Geri looked at me as she called out, "Oh, Wolf! Your cock is so big, filling me up! It... feels... so good! So much better inside me... I feel so full!"

"Tell me it fills you up! Tell me it satisfies you like no other!" Wolf demanded. "Tell your husband how much you love it!"

Her face was touching mine, and each time he thrust in, she fell forward onto me. She spoke in my ear, "Oh, god, Hugh! Thank you! I'm in love with his cock. Oh, god, Hugh, It's so deep in my pussy! Deeper than I've ever felt!... I'm his little cock whore tonight. Wolf! I need that big cock inside me, only your big cock fucking me! Fuck me!"

I'd given up trying to protect her or get him to leave. No matter what I did, it seemed to fail, or came across as weak or timid. Wolf didn't seem to suffer from post-orgasm blues either, and Geri was insatiable. I sighed--it was going to be a long night.

"You can't get enough of my cock, can you?" Wolf taunted her.

"Fuck me harder, stud! Fuck your dirty whore! Oh, oh oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried.

Her face was close to mine; almost desperately she kissed me even as another man was pounding deep inside her. Geri's expression revealed that she was lost in carnal desire as Wolf thrust into her from behind. Her body rocked rhythmically against mine as he drew her hips closer to his, the sound of his balls smacking against her wet pussy echoing in the room while he used my wife's aroused body. Geri neared climax again, her desperate moans and eager whimpers filling my ears as she expressed how much pleasure his cock was giving her. Incredibly, it was making me hard all over again.

The image was so powerfully erotic: my beautiful bare, naked wife, leaning over me, her breasts swinging as she was getting fucked hard from behind. He was holding on to her hips, his muscular arms flexed as he pulled her ass into him hard, thrusting his groin forward, hard and fast into her. Geri had her eyes closed, and her sexy mouth gasping from the pounding Wolf was giving her; the expression on her face told me everything.

Wolf leaned forward and took one of her breasts in his big hand and squeezed it hard as he continued to fuck her. My wife reached back with her hand and held his arm, steadying herself and running her fingers over his bulging muscles.

He played with her swinging breast, finding her incredibly erect nipple, squeezing it between his fingers. Geri cried out in pain: "Oh!" Then quickly added, "Oh, god, yes!"

It was so exciting watching her, her magnificent body trembling with ecstasy. Geri was lost in pleasure, shaking from one orgasm after another. It was making me crazy horny, and my head was spinning. I could hardly believe how my body reacted to Geri's cries of joy, as my cock was hard again and throbbing.

Suddenly, Wolf pulled Geri up and flipped her around, sitting her on my lap, squeezing my cock against my beltline, and just when I thought I'd slip into her pussy, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders and started to fuck her. Her hot, dripping ass was grinding into my dick, rubbing it, soaking it with her lubrication, but also preventing me from touching myself. It was excruciating, denying me release while stimulating me. Her teasing excited me at a deep level. At that moment, I would have done anything to come with her, inside her; my need was desperate.

I could even feel his cock sliding deep inside her, even as she was sitting in my lap. I had a clear view of her swollen pink pussy lips stretched wide around his thick shaft, his smooth balls bouncing against the wet skin of her pussy. For a second, I reminded myself this is what I wanted, what I made her do, before her screams of lust and ecstasy brought me back to the present.

She did look beautiful, completely lost in erotic abandon, responding to her lover's powerful thrusts, her lithe and shapely body thrashing and twisting as he pleasured her.

Geri leaned her head back and cried out in my ear. "Oh god, Wolf! Your cock feels so good! Fuck me, Wolf! Yes! Oh! Deeper! Yes! I'm going to come! Yes! Make me come!" Her body started to shake and twist. I knew the signs of her orgasm.

She looked at me again and taunted me, "This was what you wanted to see, Hugh. Look at me, Hugh! Look at your wife fucking Wolf's big cock! It feels so good! I'm going to come again, come on his cock! Are you loving this, Hugh? I'm coming again! Oh, fuck, Wolf! Fuck me!" she howled.

I looked down, his wet cock shimmering in the soft light as it split my wife wide. It looked massive this close up; I was surprised she could take it as roughly as he pounded her. I saw his thickness split her open, exposing her sweet clitty. It was hard and very prominent now, and I licked my lips and hungered for a taste, but I was pinned and unable to move.

He was so aggressive, and she was so lost in submitting to him, that any hope I had of taking her back seemed pointless, opening myself to ridicule or worse.

She moaned. "He's making me come on his cock!" Her voice rose to a high pitch.

Wolf pounded her hard, then he pulled out, grunting, jacking his cock, and started to come. Geri cried out with disappointment, even as he came. "No! Give it to me! Fill me up, come inside me!" she begged, grinning. Wolf plunged again, his cock deep into Geri, pounding her with abandon until she screamed, then went limp, falling into my arms. As she fell forward, his spurting cock slipped out of her, now exposed and still semi-hard, dripping with globs of white semen, the glistening shaft bobbing, and their combined hot fluid splashing every time as he moved.

"Tell me you love this!" Geri said weakly, still quivering, clinging to me desperately. "Tell me this is your fantasy."

"Oh, god, Geri," I told her, "The sexy way you looked at me when you were enjoying him, the way your body moved, literally shaking with climax, the look of pleasure and ecstasy on your face as you cried out and came. Even seeing his cum dribbling down your legs, your cheeks. When I watched you, I forgot everything else, except how badly I want you."

Geri smiled at my praise and moved to kiss me.

But then Wolf pulled my wife to him and buried his tongue in her mouth, his hand finding her pussy and rubbing it vigorously. As she kissed him, weakly at first, then more passionately as he stimulated her dripping pussy, her whole body shook with one orgasm after another. He greedily took what he wanted from her, and I was riveted, watching my wife scream and thrash wildly in his arms.

He at last released her, and she fell forward helplessly into me, gasping for air. Desperately, she grabbed me, brought her lips to mine, and kissed me with wild excitement in her eyes. Even though she tasted of him, I submitted to her kiss until she pulled away.

"Did you see that? Did you see me come with him? He fingered me right in front of you!" she exclaimed, her knees weak, holding onto him for support.

I loved seeing her so exuberant, so unleashed. For a moment I let myself feel it with her.

My dick was slowly returning to life, nearly as hard as ever; my body trained after long years to respond to Geri's sensuality and rising arousal. Almost involuntarily, I started tugging on it, desperate for any release; she saw me and smirked.

Part of me was desperate to orgasm, to pull on my dick and humiliate myself by masturbating while my wife was getting fucked a few feet away. That feeling, the powerful emotions: the sheer need and shame were a potent mix that electrified me.

Geri stood up on shaky legs, leaning back against Wolf, panting and sweaty from the exertion and posed, seemingly unashamedly exposing herself to me.

"Will you be fantasizing about my cock?" Wolf managed to ask her as he caught his breath, "Dreaming about fucking me even as you kiss your husband? Never forgetting this night?"

She tugged and stroked his hard cock, dripping now with her own orgasmic flood, kissing his face and neck. "Oh, yes, yes, a cock just like this!" She prattled, "Long and thick and hard and hot!"

Wolf lay back on the bed. Geri quickly got between his legs and began to lovingly lick and kiss his semi-hard cock, going after each drop and smear of semen as if it were a succulent dessert. She worked her way down to his large, smooth balls, taking them into her mouth one at a time, licking up his shaft and suckling the swelling head. Wolf bent his knees to give her more access; she took the hint and licked his balls, stroking his cock all the while Wolf moaned with delight.

"Rub your pussy while you suck me off," he ordered her, and she quickly obeyed, moving her hand to her pussy. I sat there, watching and seemingly forgotten.

Chapter 7

In my fantasy, I'd hoped she might feel adventurous, getting out of her comfort zone, maybe dominating an eager young man, but I didn't expect this level of complete sexual abandon. She was so slutty, so uninhibited. I'd never seen her do these things--I had never heard her cry out with so much zeal before.

She looked over at me as if noticing I was still there, smirking as she remembered I'd been there all along.

"Do you want to lick me, Hugh? I'm so wet! My pussy is so tender now, I want to feel you kiss me there, I know you love it! Taste this hot pussy, then I'll let you fuck me, and I'll let you come," she teased me. "I'll let you come! Don't you want to come?" she taunted.

By this point I was so confused, so wretched from her relentless sexual denial of my arousal, I'd have done anything to be included in her passion, hungrily eyeing her hot, if tender and used pussy, imagining how it would taste. Wondering if I could bear to do what she asked.

But I hesitated. Her skin now carried another man's scent. I tried to push it from my mind, to remember her wild, raw taste, the way my lips and gentle teeth had made her tremble. Yet the thought of putting my mouth where his body had been only moments before--where he had left her slick and breathless--stirred a visceral revulsion in me. I instinctively recoiled.

Geri saw the look of dread on my face and laughed, saying, "Suddenly you don't want my pussy, Hugh? Just like at the bar tonight? Not looking for a woman, were you? Like a sissy? Then put my panties on! Show me how sexy you look as a sissy!"

"A sissy!" Wolf snorted, and they laughed together. Yet another moment they claimed for themselves, shutting me out as if I didn't belong.

"Do you want to join us, sissy? Go on, darling, put these on for me, make me hot, I really can't wait to see you in them." She taunted, her sweet voice a thinly veiled mockery.

By this time I was almost delirious with amorous need, so desperate to join her in her sensual liberty, even if it meant submitting to her degrading demands. I eyed her dripping pussy hungrily. Without thinking, I picked her panties off the floor and slipped them on, only to have her laugh and point.

Geri giggled, "The irony is that I bought these to wear for you, to excite you, and now you're the one wearing them!" She giggled. "Excited yet?"

"I can't believe he really put them on!" Wolf laughed at my shame. Why was I being a fool? Wolf laughed with her, then pinched her nipples roughly, making her squeal.

She turned back to him, and I was forgotten again as Geri's body started quaking, and she was crying out, literally having an orgasm while she sucked his cock.

Wolf grunted like an animal, calling, "Oh, yes, you have boundless passion for Wolf!! Yes, oh yes, make it hard for you!" As his cock impossibly got stiff again, Geri snickered, working her way up his body, kissing and licking, biting his nipples, until she threw her leg over his thighs and slid her dripping pussy along the length of his thick cock, over and over.

They giggled and whispered like teenagers at a drive-in, oblivious to my presence.

It was a sleepless night, and Geri was insatiable. I thought she'd be worn out by now, but they kept me up with constant sounds of teasing, arousal, and ecstasy. Wolf had an unusual talent for patiently arousing her until she begged for release, keeping her at a desperate peak for his own amusement. It seemed never-ending; her screams of pleasure echoed in my ears, mocking my plight. Her enthusiasm was surprising, and her unquenchable sexual hunger with a young lover was incredibly exciting to me, but the sounds she made with him tore at my soul.

Eventually they collapsed into each other's arms, whispering softly until they drifted off, seemingly falling soundly asleep. Did she realize how much I desired her, even as she was giving herself to another man? Why did watching her infidelity arouse me so intensely?

And me? It was as if my brain was cross-wired; everything was backwards. I gave my precious wife away: I submitted to her humiliating demands, I wasn't myself, and I didn't know how to fix it.

I wanted this for her, for us. But only now did I understand what I sacrificed, what I lost. I lay in the dark, utterly alone, afraid to even close my eyes, terrified of what I'd find waiting for me when they opened again.

Chapter 8

Hours later, in the quiet of the early morning, I got up for a drink of water, then returned to my pathetic couch, my mind racing for some clue why I lost myself so easily. The young Wolf was dozing, but Geri stirred, saw me, and came over stiffly to sit next to me.

Surprisingly, she kissed me. "Thank you, sweetie," she whispered, nearly giggling, "You were right; this was so exciting!"

I shrugged, still disbelieving how things turned out.

"You've wanted me to do that for a long time, haven't you?" she asked. "Watching your wife seduce and sleep with another man?"

I nodded half-heartedly. She sat close, her cheek touching mine. I could feel her hot breath, her scent, and traces of his sweat still on her skin.

"I saw you jerking off, watching me. I watched you sitting there with your dick in your hand, so needful, so desperate for release. It was exciting watching you helplessly stroke yourself alone while my insatiable young lover made me come over and over."

I fidgeted as she reminded me how I shamefully lost control, then I shrugged but avoided her eyes.

"Did you see me climax with him? So many times... I lost count!" She boasted. "To think, a few hours ago, I was a faithful, modest housewife, timidly wearing a sexy silk dress in public to please my husband. Now here I am naked and feeling like I've been freed from the tedious morality of my old life."

I took her hand and whispered. "You were so beautiful, so free, so on fire. I was mesmerized watching you, the way you moved, and listening to your wild, joyful cries. I loved seeing you so passionate!" I confessed. Geri preened at my praise.

"All because of your fantasy." She reminded me.

"I found a lover to excite you. I made you seduce him, watched you arouse him, surrender to him. I loved watching my wife, my... hotwife," I said, even as she smiled, but the word made me feel uncomfortable. "... so unleashed in his arms, so lost in ecstasy," I sighed. "But it should have been with me," I confessed, the sudden realization hitting me hard even as I spoke. "But it wasn't me, was it? You felt it with another man."

"Why did you?" I mumbled, still kind of in shock.

Geri scowled at me. "Don't put this on me," she snapped. "You demanded this! You watched everything, and it got you excited, didn't it?"

She took a breath, leaned back, and turned to look at me. "You loved it! You loved every orgasm he gave me, every ejaculation he spurted onto my skin, you watched it, and you loved it!"

"Like you did?" I asked.

Geri smiled and closed her eyes, reliving the vivid memory. "Yes, I gladly admit it"

Maybe it's the contrast between us, between men and women. I was haunted by guilt, while she had none; only freedom remained for her. "Yes," she repeated. "I loved every moment of this night."

I wanted to feel her freedom, the way she could sit there and breathe confidently, as if my regret was nothing. While I sat there tormented by guilt over her transformation, the damage I may have caused to my marriage, she delighted in it, weightless and unafraid. I wanted that feeling for myself, to share that feeling with her. I needed her to release the feeling in me--I couldn't do it myself.

But I didn't know how to ask.

"I just didn't expect..." I started.

Geri interrupted, "Let me guess: you never really believed I'd do it--sleep with another man?" She smiled. "Surprised to find you married a cheating wife, sexually adventurous and fearless? And then when I did what you asked, when you saw me, you got cold feet?" She pondered. "Your fantasy was only exciting because of my reluctance?"

That was truer than I would admit.

"You wanted this," she reminded me. "You didn't stop me, and you didn't make Wolf leave. You loved everything I did for you; you loved it! Why else stay and watch?" She said, "Yet, you're holding back, still bound by your tiresome and gutless inhibitions, even a little jealousy?"

I shrugged. Was she right?

"Of course you're jealous. He's younger, handsome, and so talented," she reminded me. "No one has ever made me feel like he did."

"So far..." She smiled, still amused by my humiliation.

"Hugh, is that why you spurned me tonight? Afraid of competition? Hmm. No matter." She shrugged.

She moved closer, putting her face next to my ear, her lips nearly touching me. "My body is mine to give as I choose, and surrender to anyone I desire now. I don't need to ask for your permission anymore, and I won't next time."

Sitting back, she mused, "You surprised me tonight, and you promised me two men to satisfy my every whim, but you sat and did nothing. Well, not nothing." She smirked, "You begged, you obeyed, you watched me sleep with another man, and I loved seeing you helpless, making you cower submissively in front of my lover."

She looked at me, and her expression changed as realization took hold.

"And you did those things, didn't you? My weak, pathetic husband, wretchedly begging another man to satisfy me, didn't you? A shameful fool, only fit for mindlessly watching while a better man takes his place?" she asked. "Not the man I thought I married." She sighed sadly.

I suddenly realized how it all looked through her eyes. My meekness wasn't role-play to her, or a temporary ruse to encourage her sexual bravado; instead, she saw me as pitiful, as obedient to both her and her lover. She was both more dominant and more uninhibited than I'd ever seen her, and it was incredibly arousing. Nevertheless, I had been so focused on seeing the physical aspect of my fantasy that I'd given up everything. I'd literally begged a man to sleep with her, and I'd tamely obeyed as they humiliated me, and by so gutlessly surrendering, I'd shamed us both.

Suddenly I felt sick about what I'd done. How do I come back from that?

She shrugged and reclined, exposing her nude, sweaty body, stained from her chin to her legs with another man's still fresh and sticky seed, like a trophy. "Do you still want to fuck your wife? Slide your sissy girl's panties to the side, and feel your wife's well-used pussy?" she offered sleepily.

I did want her, desperately--anything to feel normal again, to take her back. I moved toward her, tearing off those humiliating panties.

Then, she put her hand on my chest, stopping me, then she reminded me, "Well, the pussy that he claimed tonight, that I gave to him for you, he owns it now. The pussy where my enthusiastic young lover pumped his beautiful cock deep inside, and ejaculated over and over?"

I stopped, looking at her questioningly; she smiled and reached down and spread her legs, her fingers penetrating deep inside her. She exposed herself obscenely, proudly, and I was drawn to her sexual brazenness, so unabashedly dirty.

"You wanted to fuck a pussy full of another man's fresh seed, to feel his heat and slimy juice on your own cock. Come feel it now!" She teased me. Appalled, I pulled away.

"Fuck me, Hugh," she insisted. She got up and sat on my lap, facing me. As she lowered herself into my lap, she dragged her warm, stiff nipples across my face. Geri was a sexy woman, but now she was slowly wiggling and rubbing her naked, sweaty body against mine, like an exotic dancer; her raw sexuality was overpowering.

"Feel his fresh, thick semen in my hot pussy. It's what you wanted, what you dreamed of. Feel it now," she whispered.

My cock was hard, pressed against my abdomen. She slid her body against mine, pressing her wet, dribbling pussy against the underside of my shaft. Even though she smelled of sweat and fresh sex, I wanted her, and I was ready to explode.

"I want you so bad, Geri," I lustily moaned.

"Then fuck his married lover, so my Wolf will be pleased with me," she whispered into my ear. I felt her hot breath on my face; I was so desperate to take her into my arms, but something felt wrong.

I needed her, and I was about to give in. I knew it would be incredibly hot to do what she demanded, but at the last moment I could not, not by her rules. She sensed my hesitation and ground her body against mine.

"Mmm, yes, so full of his seed. He filled me up!" She moaned, feeling his hot semen still there. "My used pussy might feel unfamiliar to you, but you've waited so long, you can fuck me if you want to," she offered. "Now that my young Wolf is finished with his nasty slut... For now..." she added.

"Geri, let's go to the shower first." I tried to get up.

"No, let's fuck now. Wolf wants me to," she tempted me.

"What did you say?" I asked, getting angry now.

She shook her head. "Still reluctant? Afraid you'll disappoint by comparison?" She was grinding her hips into my lap, making me crazy.

I must have looked confused. Geri grinned, evilly.

"Hugh," she said, in a sultry, inviting voice, "He told me I had to."

"What?" I asked, incredulous.

"Wolf told me I needed to be the most exciting wife you could ever imagine, just for you. You may hate him for what we did tonight, but he's doing you a huge favor, one you don't deserve. Come fuck your dirty cheating wife."

"Come fuck his whore." She smirked. I pushed her off me; she sat back on the couch.

I wanted her desperately, but I could not make love to my wife knowing she was only obeying her young bull, even if she was just saying it, just pretending. Our role-play had become too real for me.

"Don't you want my hot little mouth on your cock, Hugh?" she asked teasingly as she turned her face towards me. "Don't you want me to suck your cock and play with your balls?" she whispered into my ear.

"Should I wake him so he can watch? Or should we fuck in secret?" she whispered, and... started tugging on my cock. I moved her hand away.

"Will you beg me as you begged him?" She moaned in a sexy but demanding voice. "Or would you rather stroke your cock yourself, watching from your chair again while I passionately fuck my sexy new lover in our bed?" she asked, angrily.

She pulled back and slid her fingers down her body, between her legs. She spread them, as if to show me. I hopelessly, madly desired her, but not like this.

"Look what I did for you," she told me.

Her fingers slipped in and curled inside her as she spread her legs further. "You've fantasized about a hot stud fucking this pussy, filling it with his seed, then you taking his place! Touch me there, tell me what it feels like now."

I hungrily eyed her flushed and sweaty body, somehow so desirable now.

"Put your fingers inside me, feel another man's come in me, the hot, slimy cream I milked out of his cock for you." She jeered at me.

God, I wanted her, and she knew it.

"Kiss me, kiss my freshly fucked pussy, taste my arousal, feel how satisfied I can be with the right man," she taunted me.

I recoiled, then looked at her in shock; she seemed so different from how she had been a few hours ago, when we arrived, now so spiteful and callous. I just wanted this to end. "Are you done teaching me a lesson yet? Can we stop this twisted fantasy and go back to vacation, to be just us?" I asked quietly.

She sneered, frustrated. "Oh, Hugh, this isn't about you. I'm having the time of my life! Fearlessly discovering new sensations like you wanted for me! You're the one who's miserable and sulking."

She tossed her head back and looked at the ceiling. "You know, Wolf said you got off picking any strange man to fuck me. How right he was! I may even get 'Hugh's Whore' tattooed on my ass like a tramp stamp! Every time my blouse rides up, the entire world will know! Just like everyone at the bar saw you push me into Wolf's arms." Geri leered. "Just... 'A whore, and proud!' A sexually confident married woman who spreads her legs for any virile man, like you wanted?"

She inhaled, then breathed out slowly. "Oh, god, how fucking hot that would be!"

"Oh, Geri, no, I never meant that; I never called you those names..." But she glared at me, and I stopped. She wasn't ready for an apology yet.

"Oh, sweet husband, do you like the new me? This is what you wanted, right? A hot, insatiable slut? I can't wait to explore my new sex life!

"Who can you watch me fuck next?" she pretended to think about it.

"Remember your sexy coworker you told me about, Tony? The new neighbors, Shirley and Bill? He's a hot number! I bet my pussy can make him forget about his wife! And that time you suggested I seduce the lawn boy? That sweaty, lanky, awkward young college man? I can't wait to taste his hard cock and pop his virgin cherry! And don't worry, you can watch it every time!"

"Then, when I'm satisfied, I may come home to my meek cuckold husband, tell him what I've done, and show him the evidence of my adventures," she said, "and let you touch and feel the hot gooey seed I carry back to you in my satiated pussy each time."

She leaned over, put her hand on my leg, normally a tender gesture, but now she did it to mock me. "The irony is, Hugh, that when we role-played this at home, in our bed, I really loved it! Playing the frustrated housewife, or a sexy movie star, with you as a young, alluring Romeo! Who knew being an insatiable siren with strange men was such a hot fantasy! But I had a feeling that if I ever crossed that line, if you made it real, there would be no going back to our old lives."

She sighed, smiling. "You probably need to move your things into the guest room when we get back; it will save time," she muttered to herself. "Does that idea turn you on?" she asked. "Standing outside our bedroom, listening to the depraved sounds I will make with another man in our bed?"

I stared at her, disbelieving. She recognized the pain on my face and in my eyes. She played with my insecurity and my every jealous nightmare as if they were a shopping list. I knew she was angry. I told myself it wasn't real; she was just provoking me like at the bar, and I just had to brace myself until she was done. But the effect it had on me was undeniable: my cock was painfully hard now, dripping with excitement, ready to explode at any moment.

"Did you like the taste of his semen on my lips?" She pouted. "Is that what drove you to kiss me at last?"

I told myself she was just making things up, trying to get to me, but each humiliation, every word she said to me landed like the lash of a whip on my skin. Only I didn't know what was true anymore.

She reached over and stroked me gently, and her tender touch was making my cock hard out of habit; it was impossible to hide. She teased me like a forgotten plaything, then pulled her hand away.

"No, you turned me down at the bar, and again a moment ago, I belong to Wolf tonight." She informed me.

I looked at her, in disbelief at what I heard, what my wife was saying.

She rubbed her pussy, staring at me. "And to think! You begged him to fuck me!" She started moaning softly as she was bringing herself to climax.

"Oh, Hugh! I did love it, though," she moaned.

"I loved the feeling of submitting to him, of belonging to him. When he first held me close, then penetrated me, he pushed in deep, deeper than I'd ever felt, until his cock actually hit my cervix. An oddly erotic combination of pleasure, stretching, then a soft pain. I tried to push him away, limit his penetration, but he was vigorous, pushing deeper and deeper. Then, it started feeling good; I mean, really good. I started to feel a climax building from deep inside me, and I came so hard, oh, god, so intensely, like never before!"

Geri's eyes were unfocused as she spoke, the memory still vivid. "That boy knows how to fuck!"

She brought her wet fingers to her lips and tasted them.

"Oh, my poor pussy feels so sore! So tender, and so very slick, filled with another man's sexy load, don't you want to feel it yourself?" She taunted me, easily sliding her fingers deep into herself. She spread herself open, showing me what he left in her.

Even though I loved seeing her so jubilant, so carefree, boldly and openly displaying her sex for me, I was still dumbfounded by her cruelty, her words like venom dripping into my still-fresh wounds.

She was close to climaxing; one hand massaged her sensitive clit, while she pumped two fingers of her other hand in and out of her used and dripping pussy. I had a close-up view as her ass lifted off the couch as her wet, glistening pumping fingers penetrated deeper.

"Look at me, watch me come, oh oh yes yes!" she cried out, fingering herself right there as I sat, stunned but rock hard.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes..." she murmured. "Watch me, baby, watch me have fun!"

Watching the gentle but desperate movement of her fingers, and the definite effect they were having on her arousal, was giving me a sexual rush like never before. It was beautiful to watch her lust so unleashed, and her excitement so palpable. She was unhurried but determined, showing off and only focused on herself. I was spellbound, captivated by her newfound joy at exhibitionism. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hands were more determined in their exploration, but her controlled, unhurried pace hadn't increased, like an artist painting a scene, just a slow march toward her goal, not caring when she arrived. As I watched, desire burned inside me: I wanted her, I wanted to take her back. Yet I didn't move lest I break her spell and lose whatever ending it promised.

"I slept with another man, a beautiful young man! I kissed him, I wrapped my legs around his strong body, I rode him, he pumped me so full!" she moaned, lost in ecstasy, confessing everything.

"Oh, god, I did! I loved it!" she cried out as her hips bucked upwards and her entire body shook. "I loved being a slut for him!" She gasped, "I love cheating on my husband like a wanton whore. I love letting a hot stud fuck me like his slut!"

"Oh, oh, oh!!! Yes!" A powerful climax washed over her body. I could only stare at her in disbelief, at how such a simple act had suddenly become so much more, so deep in its implications. She was so free, so sensual.

Geri started hyperventilating, gritting her teeth to suppress a scream, shaking uncontrollably. "Ahh, oh, ahh yes!!!!" She shamelessly brought herself to climax while I watched, then, satisfied, she leaned back as her body slowly but physically relaxed.

"Did you enjoy watching that? I know you like watching." She teased, "It felt so good! I looked so good getting fucked, didn't I? I'm so sensitive there from fucking another man! I let him fuck me as hard as he wanted!"

"Well, almost." She speculated, as if discussing paint colors. "I think he held back, so as not to hurt your feelings. I think I did too every time I glanced over and saw you looking scared, or worried for me. Maybe tonight I'll just go to his room?"

She leaned back, smugly grinning at the flaming wreckage of my soul, her left hand idly pinching and twisting her erect nipple. "If you're still here," she added.

She saw me looking hurt and confused, but kept going.

"Wolf is bringing his friends over tonight!" she said dreamily. "I'm looking forward to being with several men at once, can you imagine!" She prodded me. "All those hard cocks! Taking each one into my mouth, then into my hot, wet married pussy! Mmm, can't you just imagine it?" She moaned. "You loved telling me your erotic stories, didn't you? The truth is, I loved them too! But maybe pretending isn't enough for me anymore."

It was so exciting listening to her fantasize, but it was still a fantasy, right? "Geri, you can't be..." I protested. She barely slowed down.

"Wolf wants to take my anal cherry while you watch helplessly! While they cheer him on! Oh, god, I'm so excited!" she added, her hand slowly moving down from her erect nipple to her glistening pussy. Then she made a wet circle around her own anal opening, as if fantasizing about the idea. "I promised it to him."

She looked me in the eye and told me, "Once he takes it, it will be forever his, and you'll live with that scandal the rest of your life."

I didn't know what to say. I started to remind her she was still my wife, but what did that even mean anymore?

"Only my Wolf, not even my husband, can change that," she warned me. "Not after tonight."

She was merciless, mocking me, tearing my soul into shreds over and over, like a shark frenzied by blood in the churning water, voraciously seeking the next ragged bite. I barely recognized my wife. Or myself, for that matter.

This nightmare began with her teasing my fantasy. My own lustfulness made me complicit, and she exploited that vulnerability. Then she discarded me, flaunting her lover in front of me, offering me false hope, then a stark choice: submit or leave. I was shocked, hurt, but I let her win each time; every new snub or indignity invited the next, and she seemed to relish my shame, while I felt trapped, unwilling to abandon her, yet drawn powerfully to her sensuality.

Now she was tormenting me outright--describing one degrading fantasy after another, perhaps to push me away, abandoning her to her young lover? Leave me spending the week in paradise, yet miserable and sleeping on the couch?

And there was something more. Something else behind her insults. I knew Geri; it was as if she were trying to goad me into an epiphany, something I doggedly missed. What was it?

Our marriage already seemed to be at risk. I knew that if I reacted badly now, it would be the end of us. So I endured her anger, not knowing what else to do or what else she wanted from me.

She traced her wet finger down to her asshole, circling it slowly. "Imagine how hot it will be for me? Giving him my virgin ass? Begging him to take it? His friends are looking over at you, wondering why you never tried. Didn't you even want it? Why did you give up your chance?"

"Mmmm, wonder what it will feel like, taking his big cock there? Will he make me come?" She needled me. "Could you ever do that? You never did."

She brazenly inserted a wet finger into her own ass. "Mmmm, yes!" she whispered. I almost came just watching her. "Taking that thick manhood into every part of my body," She inhaled slowly, "Oh, yes, then feeling his big cock penetrating me, over and over, inside me, places you've never touched, flooding me with his hot seed. Of course, that's already happened, hasn't it?" She spread her moist pussy lips, as if to show me what she meant. "He took me so deeply tonight!"

She snickered softly, "His cock is magnificent. I felt it push against my cervix over and over, filling me so completely."

I was close to my limit of abuse from her, role-playing or not. I took her hand and said as calmly as I could, "He doesn't know you, or what an amazing woman you are." I whispered, "He's nothing special. You could make any man fall in love with you, as I did." I told her, "Come take a shower with me. You had your fun, and I played along for you; now let's send Wolf away, and we can be together... "

She moved to get up and follow me, but she paused. "First go ask his permission, if he's done fucking me."

Chapter 9

I turned and snapped at Geri, "What?"

She just smiled.

"Aren't you tired of this game yet?" I asked, angry now. "You pretend to be his eager little whore. Why?"

"Don't you know?" she asked, and a flash of anger crossed her face, then was gone. "It's not important now. I will not apologize for my joy, or your regret," she reminded me.

I looked at her face, the smeared makeup, her hair stuck to her face with sweat and semen, her expression a combination of fatigue and excitement, and a smouldering playfulness that I remember falling in love with when we first met.

"Geri, you looked more beautiful than ever tonight. I should have told you at dinner." I found myself saying, "But tonight, I've never seen you so unapologetically sensual, so breathtakingly aggressive, so confident..." I was at a loss for words. Was she sexier now because a younger man desired her? No, I think it's because I realized how much I truly wanted her, and how close I was to throwing away the best thing that ever happened to me.

"You wanted a hot, wanton, unashamed vamp? A ravishing seductress? Or maybe a frustrated, cheating housewife?" She sighed dreamily, then added, "Maybe a common slut?"

"No, Geri, you're so much more," I whispered. Her sensuality was powerful, drawing me in, making me forget my shame, my foolishness, until only desire remained.

"Hugh," she murmured in a sudden moment of honesty, "you look at me like I'm a fragile wife you need to protect; it keeps you from reaching for what you really want." She sighed, "The desire and passion I used to feel from you."

She was right. I was in love with the faithful wife she had been for years, but now I wanted the woman who stopped pretending, who didn't care who saw her as a wanton whore. But was there also the woman amused by my weakness? Cruel and cold? No, that wasn't real. I knew that. Her relentless cruelty was uncalled for, and I should have been appalled, ashamed, even livid at her, and maybe I was. I just couldn't fathom why she persisted.

"Do you have any of that passion for me?" she asked. "Like he had?"

And yet there she was, regarding me, playing with me, smug with how easily she broke me, flaunting her used body like a verdict on my manhood, like the unsatisfied need she left in me was evidence enough of my own shameful guilt. She had given herself to someone else, and, even now, wore another man's sweat, reminding me that I wasn't the only story in her book anymore, that she was bold enough to take what she wanted, even if I wasn't.

"I felt it from Wolf... A stranger," she hinted, but there was something in her voice, almost a question.

"I gave myself to another man. I'm his, aren't I, Hugh?" she quipped. "Now, what will you do?"

Then I thought: she told me my guilt made me weak. I thought she needed my weakness to feel strong, but what if that was wrong? She wants passion? OK, let's go.

"He called you a whore? A slut? That poor fool! He doesn't see the real you! You're an insatiable siren calling fools like us to their doom." I said, letting myself lose control, "And I almost fell for it!" I held her head and pulled her close. I kissed her deeply, tasting her sweat and her lover's scent all at once, but I didn't care. "His pussy? His woman? Maybe, but maybe I'm no fool, and you're a seductive, reckless woman who needs me to fuck her now."

She tried to pull back. "What are you doing? Do you think that you..." she barked at me.

"Maybe you're Wolf's whore now, but he'll never be enough for you, will he?" I goaded her. "You already told me you're hungry for the next cock you find."

"Hugh! How dare ..." she sputtered.

"Maybe his friends can give you the fucking you need? You'll watch as they arrive, hard and eager for the cheap excitement he promised them. Ha! Instead, they'll see you naked, your legs spread, my fat cock sliding into your dripping pussy, listening as you wantonly beg your own husband to fuck you like a naughty, dirty slut," I promised.

She looked aghast at my sudden aggressiveness. It felt good to surprise her.

"His friends excitedly pour into our room, strip off their clothes, soon you're surrounded by naked young men and women, sweaty muscles flexing, hard cocks being stroked, the wet slapping sound of hot pussy's being fondled, they're turned on seeing you so exposed, so beautiful, so nasty..." Geri gasped, looking at me in bewilderment. "And used so eagerly, so roughly, by your own husband."

She closed her eyes, and I could see her expression change as the image took hold in her imagination.

"They must all know by now what a hungry cocksucker you are." I assured her, "And I'll still be fucking you even if you suck them all, slut."

Geri gasped at my sudden vulgarity, but I didn't care. I wanted my wife back, but not just to meekly return to me. I wanted her wild spirit, her unleashed obsession, everything I just learned she was capable of.

"Ask him?" I spat. "He owns your pussy, you said?" I asked, shaking my head.

Geri shrugged, "You gave me to him."

"Then I'll take it from him, and I'll fuck his whore now," I growled at her.

I pulled her to me, pressed my lips against hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth until I felt her surrender, the tension leaving her body, her arms wrapping around me. I bit her earlobe, then down her neck, massaging her breast, pinching her erect nipple hard until she cried out in surprise. Her body was tender now, sweaty and fatigued, but I didn't care, not anymore.

"Oh, Hugh, yes! Yes!" she moaned.

I bit one nipple as I pinched the other, my fingertips scratching lines of her breasts roughly, then almost withdrawing; she groaned in frustration.

"Stop teasing me and suck my nipples!" It was almost a whimper: "Please? Oh, god, be rough! I need to feel your mouth, your teeth on my breasts."

Wolf may have been young and powerful, but I knew her body, her erogenous zones, the sounds she made when she lost control. I kneaded her soft skin aggressively, pinching and squeezing. I hungrily nipped her with my teeth and nails until I could tell she was hopelessly aroused.

Geri writhed and twisted against my body, whispering, "Yes, Hugh, yes!"

I growled as I sank my teeth into her flesh and held her tightly as she cried out in tiny, helpless whimpers.

"Tell me what you want, baby." She jeered, staring at me right in the eyes as she stroked my cock. "Tell your little slut what to do."

"I want what you gave him! My wife's untamed desire, wild and unleashed!" I snarled.

I pushed her onto the couch and moved between her legs, raising them, wrapping them around my body, pulling me close. I lowered my body onto hers and put my cock on her, just at the entrance to her pussy, feeling her moist heat, moving my cockhead up and down, covering it with her dripping lubrication. It felt hot and slick on my cock, so sensual, but more so, a totally mind-blowing experience to feel her freshly fucked pussy. I pushed, feeling her heat, her body taking mine in.

"Oh, yes, yes..." she moaned, her body rocking against mine.

I pumped into her slowly, savoring the feeling of her hot, swollen pussy against my skin, the erotic rush of taking her lover's place even as he dozed nearby. There was something exhilarating about being inside her now, something electrifying, something marvelous; like a fine dessert, she felt luxurious and decadent on my skin. Soon I felt her climax building, her breathing getting heavy, her body trembling in my arms.

"God, yes, that's it! Deeper, harder! Oh, yes, yes..." she moaned.

I pulled out, my cock completely covered in another man's slippery white cream.

"Oh, no, no, no, I need you!" she cried out, frustrated. I teased her raw pussy for a moment, as froth and milky liquid seeped out.

"He pumped you full, didn't he?" I snarked. "Your delicate pussy must be nearly worn out by now, is it?"

Geri nearly cried out in erotic fury. She grabbed my head and pulled me close, growling like an animal, "Fuck me hard! Or I swear I'll go wake Wolf and make him do it!"

I gave one hard push and shoved my whole length inside her. Geri gasped, nearly screaming in ecstasy as I angrily drove my cock into her. My mind was a blur. I was fucking another man's woman, and she had said so herself. I didn't know if he could see, if he even cared, but it drove me crazy knowing that after hours of denial, I was at last taking her for myself.

"Fuck me, lover!" she moaned. "Fuck me hard. I need your cock, just shove it in me... mmm, that's it," she gasped.

I drove my cock into her wildly.

"Oh, god, Hugh! Oh, yes!" she cried.

I was on fire! I pushed in hard until my balls slapped against her skin. Geri's head flew back, and she cried out, "Yes! Oh, yes! Yes, baby. Keep going. Give it to me! Yes!"

"Yeah, you love being a slut, don't you?" I whispered, my hands caressing her taut body and squeezing her bouncing breasts. "You're a cheating little whore, aren't you?"

"Oh, oh, oh, yes! Did you see me? Your wife, a cheating little slut! I fucking loved it! Oh, Hugh! I feel so full! Oh, god, fuck me. Fuck me!"'

She was grunting, moaning, her body writhing beneath me, and I felt her body grow damp with sweat. I bit her breasts and pushed my tongue past her lips and into her mouth as I fucked her. She lifted and spread her legs so she could take me more deeply, lifting her hips to ram herself against my cock as I jammed it into her, clinging to me, sinking her nails into my arms, arching her back to smash her breasts against my chest.

Geri grunted as she felt me going deeper and deeper. Pain and pleasure, violation and satisfaction, an intense mix of feelings and emotions, almost as intense as the feeling of her hot, firm skin on my slippery cock.

"Oh, god! Yes! Oh, oh, oh!" she cried. "I feel you so deep! So deep inside me!"

I drove it in again and again as I kept pistoning my cock in and out of her, driving it as deep as I could. My wife moaned and cried out wildly, humping her hips backwards to meet my strokes, and I could barely hold on.

"Come on, you slut," I grunted. "Come for me!!"

My body tensed and shook, and I lost all control, pumping her full of molten hot semen, jets and thick ropes of it. I was grunting and thrusting with everything I had. Geri screamed a frenzied animal scream.

"Oh God, come in me, fill me up! Oh yes, yes!" She shrieked into her fist, then bit my shoulder, clawing at my back, her body slapping against my cock as I climaxed. She was writhing in my arms as I continued to pump semen into her, seemingly endlessly. She stared at me wildly, her hair plastered across her damp face as we kissed desperately.

We collapsed together, panting and sweaty. I was still inside her, holding her, unwilling to break that connection.

"Oh, Hugh..." she breathed out. "That was so... Where was that intensity an hour ago?" Then she looked at me, her eyebrow raised, an evil smirk on her lips.

"Was it hotter for you, fucking another man's girl?" she wondered out loud. "You should fuck your wife like that."

Chapter 10

It was indeed crazy hot, mind-blowing even. I've never felt closer to her, but I didn't understand why she still mocked me. I nodded as I caught my breath, still confused.

"Geri?" I asked, reaching to kiss her.

She shook her head. "Did you think you might win me back, just by sticking your dick in me?" she chided.

"Geri, I, I mean, we..." I stuttered.

"You gave me to him, so now I'm Wolf's whore, and you just fucked his nasty whore, right?" She taunted me. I glanced over at the bed, but he was awake, observing everything.

She sat back. "Do you think my Wolf will be pleased with his slut?" She mused, "How well has his slut fucked you?" She glanced over at Wolf, still lying in our bed. He was propped up on one elbow, stroking his cock with the other hand. His fist slid forward, foreskin slipping over the wide crown and deep ridge, slowly sliding back, exposing the slick, wet ridge wrapped around the crown, and the pulsing flow of sticky, clear liquid from the tip of his slit. His fingers traced over thick veins and ridges down his shaft, hard as oak. I could feel his excitement, our mutual desire for her, even as I watched.

"Geri, I..." I tried to say, catching my breath. I watched Wolf slowly stroking his dick, suddenly realizing she'd set me up. A sharp, exhilarating rush ran through me when it dawned on me: he and Geri had planned it, and he was part of it, even if he only observed, taking on the voyeur role with a dominant twist.

I looked over at him. He had watched me seduce my own wife, and I was absolutely captivated by her devilry, how she used him to play me. My eyes were drawn to his reclining physique, slowly working down his flexing muscles to his hard cock, then taking in every detail of his excitement.

She played the same role as I did in the bar earlier tonight. She turned my fantasy around on me. I smiled at her devilish mind, at how sensually fiendish she could be.

"Want to watch me fuck that guy?" She must have asked him, still dripping from his recent climax inside her.

"Yes, my sweet whore, go fuck him, show me how wicked you are," he'd reply. A complete, if crude, reversal of my role in the bar only a few hours ago. As I watched him stroke, realizing I'd just fucked this young man's whore, she made sure I knew it. I felt giddy from the thrill.

She had planned it, but he was in on it.

Glancing at his face briefly, I saw the intensely erotic, almost animalistic sexual need in his eyes. We were all connected somehow, three people feeding off each other's sexual energy. I could feel it arcing across the room between Geri and me.

Geri was the erotic spark, the fire that got us all hot, a married couple and a stranger. Even with all the role-playing: Geri the wild slut, Wolf the hireling, now suddenly the possessive boyfriend, and somehow I'd been relegated to the outsider, not the role I'd have chosen, or that I'd ever believed was so exciting, but it was undeniable. Then at my lowest, she cheated on HIM by fucking me. And it felt incredible.

And there was something more.

Geri showed me the truth by accident, even though I had, up to now, refused to admit it: it was the sexual enlightenment I'd been seeking that she'd been trying to make me understand. "Marriage", "Husband", "Wife," even "Lover" were all roles, but also chains that held us back. I only want to feel something raw and real again. We both wanted this, didn't we? Even if it costs me everything I am. Even if it destroys us.

I must have been staring blankly while I came to this revelation, barely aware I was watching Wolf flex and pose for Geri, stroking his erection with a lustful grin.

"Do you love watching him get excited for me?" she asked, and before I could stop myself, I mumbled, "Yes."

"You love his beautiful body, don't you? You're curious about him, to feel his lust? Don't you, Hugh?" she teased. "I caught you staring."

Surprised, I looked back at her. "No, no, that's not what I was thinking," I tried to explain.

"Check and see if he's hard enough for me, would you?" She teased. "Stroke him for me? Go, please? Stroke his big cock for a little while?" she urged me. "Just kiss the tip, to thank him for fucking me."

"No, I was only..." I tried to explain.

"You want to taste him? Admit it, stop pretending! Oh, Hugh, kiss that beautiful man for me! Taste his lips as I did, his tanned skin, feel his taut, rippling muscles, lick that man's cock for me? Use your mouth on him, on his hard cock, on his smooth balls. Maybe you wanted to give it a try now?"

She must have seen me flinch in disgust, and she only went harder. "I saw how you looked at him, how you watched his thick cock make me come over and over again." She licked her lips hungrily. "Will it still taste like my pussy?"

"Aren't you dying for a taste? Taste your wife on his big, hard cock? It'll be so hot to watch my two muscular lovers together! And so worth it to finally let yourself be unleashed. Trust me," she urged me. "I trusted you..."

"No, you don't understand. I was just realizing..." I tried to say, but she interrupted me.

"It won't make you gay to reveal what you keep secret." She smirked. "Well, I've always suspected, but I think Wolf is sure, that you're a closet... cocksucker."

Again with this? "I'm so sick of your bullshit, Geri. It ends now!" I scowled at her angrily. "You loved playing the cheating wife, the wanton whore, while Wolf and I played our roles too. But it was a game, and you're taking it too far..." I inhaled, ready to finally unload my anger onto her: that she was a middle-aged housewife living a fantasy. A fantasy I had set up for her, and I played along with it submissively. Wolf was probably expecting to be paid for his time, and I'd tell her that he'd hardly be interested in her old worn-out cunt if it weren't for...

No, that wasn't true, and I didn't want to hurt her with words said in anger. That would harm our marriage just as much as my playacting as a spineless husband has. I was furious, but compounding my mistake in the heat of the moment was stupid. I exhaled; I would not be goaded...

"Everything I did was to excite you," I said, still perhaps trying to convince myself.

"Everything you did?" She sneered, "You mean, like impotent groveling so you could watch me with another man?"

"No, I faked playing weak to help you feel strong. It was just..." I tried to explain.

"Did you notice his cock was bigger than yours?" she openly needled me again. "Mmm, so much bigger."

"Is that what it takes to get you off, Geri?" I snapped, "Humiliating me in front of a stranger! Mocking me! I should kick him out, then throw you into a cold shower until you get your head right! Just my wife, not his slut, not another man's whore, just US again?"

She looked at me, amused, and confided in me. "Oh, that ship sailed at the bar when you gave me to him, when he led me to our room, and you begged him..."

Was that it? Was she still indignant about my behaviour, yet refusing to admit how I hurt her? I knew her wifely game. She masked her simmering anger with cruelty, holding onto it even now. Denying me the dignity of honesty, expecting me to decode her silence, her rage mounting as she waited, and as I failed to arrive at the revelation she demanded. I was growing tired of playing.

I became indignant, fuming. "I didn't expect your endless contempt, being mocked, shamed..." I whispered to her, "Why are you being so heartless to me, so cruel? I never expected my own wife..."

She angrily cut me off, nearly shouting, "I never expected my own husband to hand me off so casually to another man tonight! On our night!"

There it was, her real motivation, the dark energy behind this entire evening. I was about to argue, but her words stopped me cold, ringing painfully true.

I sat there in the heavy silence, the entire evening suddenly coming into focus. I remembered how excited she was to be here, with me, the work she put into her look, her dress, the cocktails that had just arrived, while she was telling me how glad we were here together.

While I was looking for a man at the bar for her to seduce.

Fuck.

I felt the heat of her angry gaze on me, as if it could burn a hole right through me.

I gulped.

"You're right, I didn't think of how you would feel... I never asked you. We never agreed." I paused. The full realization of my heartless mistake hit me.

"I was blind to how you must have felt, how I made you feel.... I misjudged... everything..." I started, then gave up. I didn't think I could feel deeper shame or my failure more completely. Real shame, not pretending now, but a burning lash deep into my skin, leaving a scar.

I broke my promise to her tonight at the bar, as a husband, and as a lover, and I'd never felt so utterly reduced, so shattered, so unrecognizable in my own life.

"Oh, Geri, I'm sorry," I said, knowing how trite it sounded.

Geri laughed, mocking me. "Now you understand how real tonight was, don't you?" She scolded me. "Too late, I'm afraid."

I didn't hear him get up, but Wolf approached, his semi-hard cock bouncing as he walked over. Geri and I were talking, discussing the essence of our marriage, maybe its end, but he inserted himself between my wife and me, as if she belonged to him.

"Did you watch me fuck him?" she asked Wolf, and snickered. "Like you told me to?"

"Oh, yes, kitten, you were such an obedient whore, so naughty!" he replied, pushing his cock into her face. "Tell me what you want."

"Please, I want you, Wolf!" she moaned.

"Show your husband what you're good for," Wolf told her. Unfazed by his disrespect, Geri didn't even hesitate before she turned to his cock, and began to lick and nuzzle it.

"Oh, yeah... That feels good," Wolf breathed, as if he was simply thinking out loud. "Suck my dick, Geri. Suck it as deep as you can, feel me getting hard in your mouth."

She smiled at me, then brazenly took his cock into her mouth, licking the dripping head, ignoring me, leaving me again feeling hollow and discarded.

Wolf looked at me, asking, "You like watching your wife serve me, Hugh? Well, my whore now. You can only watch her get another man hot."

"Like in your fantasy," she reminded me.

Hearing him degrade her again, I scowled even as I watched her tongue and lips working him to hardness again. She was so good, enjoying herself. "Wolf, she's not..." I started to say, shaking my head, then stopped myself.

Geri turned to me, asking, "What, Hugh? A whore, or slut, or even cocksucker? Do you think there's any word that bothers me anymore? Any judgment you make I even care about?" She sucked him, licking and kissing his cock, staring at me. "See, Hugh? I'm not holding back, I'm feeling alive!"

Chapter 11

Suddenly, the secret Geri was desperately pushing toward was clear: we were both hedonists from my fantasy, but only she had surrendered to pleasure--while I still clung to shame and propriety. I was the husband who got everything he wanted yet felt too guilty to enjoy it, even accepting humiliation as some form of penance. My conflict--and my devotion to her--was holding us both captive.

I watched her orally service his cock just inches from my face, her insolent eyes never leaving mine, her tongue and lips exploring every inch of his thick manhood. I could sense her arousal, her skin flushed, her large nipples fully erect; there was no faking now. She would audaciously smile at me, proud of the soft moans and words of encouragement she teased out of him.

I loved it. I loved seeing her joy, her unbridled lust, her fearlessness. At this moment, my wife was another man's whore. I was both ashamed and thrilled by the idea, as thrilled as she was. Maybe because he was a hot young bull, and for the first time since we started dating I saw her with new eyes, his eyes. Not as my long-time wife, but as a vital creature of pure sexual desire, like when Geri and I first met, and the wild animal inside ourselves was free. It was the most exciting phase of our new relationship, thrilling, sometimes scary, as we drove each other crazy, never knowing if our next fanatical, untamed sexual encounter would be our last. In bed we were selfish, urgent, and relentlessly demanding. I never cared about her pleasure, only her arousal, and I never worried about her satisfaction, never considered her comfort or feelings. Our affection for each other followed later, and over time, that sharp edge of passion and sensuality had dulled; although we never mentioned it, we both knew.

Now, she was telling me she wanted to feel that way again. Not in words, but in her eyes, in the way she dared me to follow her, to feel what she felt.

So, I would, fearlessly.

"Wolf found excitement watching you in the arms of another man, as did I," I told her. "That boy wants you, and not a casual fling anymore like back at the bar, or some lonely piece of ass for the night, but totally, unrestrained and without hesitation."

"And you want that too, don't you?" I asked her. "He understands you now, as I do."

Geri regarded me, a question forming behind her eyes even as Wolf's shaft slid in and out of her mouth. She wasn't just sucking his cock, she was flaunting it in front of me, savoring it, adoring it, relishing the way it felt in her mouth, the way he tasted; her lips curled in a tiny smile as she worked her prize. She had boldly put her body and marriage on the line, risked everything, and then won him. Now was reveling in victory as I watched, feeling vicarious pleasure in her triumph. Wolf wasn't just any dick or a guy from the bar. I sensed her attraction to Wolf the moment she saw him, without her saying a word, and I pushed her into his arms, even as she feigned protest. I knew her, and somehow sensed he excited her at a primal level. Even now, I felt her excitement electrifying the very air around us like a galvanic charge before a thunderstorm. The sensual link between the three of us was so electric, it was almost palpable.

"Your wife is really an amazing cocksucker ..." Wolf tried to say, his chest heaving with excitement.

"Wife?" I asked, looking down at Geri. I had thought loving my wife meant shielding her from every danger. I finally understood that in protecting her, I was holding her down, denying her the freedom to challenge the world on her own terms. I had treated her as something fragile, forgetting she was strong and unafraid.

"Tonight she's not my wife, I'm not her husband, there are no roles now, no limits," I said to Wolf, then looked at Geri. "She's a woman of untamed desire tonight, aren't you?" I asked her. Geri smiled and nodded.

Now it was time to give her the fantasy she'd been hinting at, our secret shared fantasy. I'll let her go as my wife, completely, and accept the woman she is. I pinched her nipples, nibbled her earlobes, and rubbed her shoulders even as she sucked his cock, Geri moaned with surprise and delight, enjoying the sensations we gave her. Wolf and I worked together to stimulate her, the three of us feeding off each other's arousal. It felt intensely sensual to simply let sexual pleasure flood my mind, pushing out all thoughts of ego or hesitation. I felt myself getting hard again.

I stood, pulling her away from him, kissing her passionately and said, "Take me into your mouth, kissing and sucking until you finally swallow me completely. Thrill me like you did your lover boy."

I pushed Wolf out of the way. "Show your boyfriend how you suck a fucking cock, you sexy, insatiable siren."

Her eyes grew wide as she dropped back to her knees, her hot mouth engulfing me, her wet lips sliding down my shaft, farther and farther down with each stroke until I felt it stop at the back of her throat. With her fingertips, she pulled my ass cheeks in, tugging them apart as she took me in deeply. I could feel the cool night air on my backside, and the contrast with her mouth's heat was electrifying. My balls swung and hit her chin, over and over, as she moaned and her tongue danced along my shaft.

"Oh, yes, Hugh!" she cried. "Fuck my throat! Fill my mouth with your hot seed!"

I was standing naked, my wife on her knees, her red lips sliding up and down my cock, while her lover stood next to me, his fully erect cock still wet from her saliva. I suddenly understood the attraction of pleasing her together, the three of us surrendering to sensual hunger; no longer just a lone husband passively watching, it was a primal erotic thrill making me more excited than ever.

I held her head in place roughly even as she gagged and fought for air, but it only encouraged her. She reached down to vigorously rub her clit, her body shaking and her lips meeting my every thrust.

Geri let me slip from her mouth, turning to kiss Wolf's cock. I put my arm around him, pulling him close so she could reach us both. He turned and whispered into my ear, "You are a lucky man."

I grinned at him. "So are you, tonight. And you have no idea what you're in for."

I was pumping my cock into her eager mouth as Wolf had done earlier. She licked my shaft as I slipped it past her lips, kissing my balls and moaning eagerly. She was sucking my cock and fingering herself while another man watched her, watched us both. It made my head spin, feeling more erotically thrilling than I ever expected, so much better than before. Geri looked up at me and smiled, and I realized she was as giddy as I was. "Watch her suck my cock, son," I told Wolf.

Her intensity was incredible. I felt my orgasm starting up after hours of being teased and denied, but not like before--not my desperate need to climax, or to play games about who was the better lover, but a deeper, more powerful sensation, my entire body tingling! Her oral skills were shamelessly sexy, and my orgasm was coming on quickly and was agonizingly close, but this time I wanted so much more from her. I lifted Geri, pulling her off my cock. She quickly stood and kissed me, pushing her tongue past my lips, almost knocking me over.

I kissed her back, greedily.

"What else do you want his insatiable siren to do for you?" She teased. "Anything at all?"

I turned to Geri and said, "Go back to him and fuck that stud! Fuck that young dancer from the bar, make sure he never forgets what a wild, sexual animal you are tonight!" I demanded. "Go ride his cock as hard as you can, as long as you want! Take everything from him, no holding back!"

Geri looked surprised at my change of tone, but didn't stop. Wolf looked confused, as if we were going off-script, and struggled to return to his part.

"I, um, my fuck-toy..." He stumbled.

I smiled. I could do this. "My young friend, she's more than a hot little fuck toy! She's an insatiable and determined woman, if you can keep up with her."

Geri looked up at me, genuinely smiling at me for the first time since the bar. I'd finally understood her. She didn't crave some sexy new stud, some exotic position, or to break some social taboo. It was so much more than that. "I will live boldly and unashamedly, and that is my freedom," she had told me, but I only understood now.

"Live boldly." I said to her, "Don't you dare hold back."

Geri's eyes got wild, smiling at me, sucking Wolf's cock again, doubling her oral efforts.

Wolf grunted, still not understanding what had changed, still trying to humiliate me. "Look at your wife. She's greedily taking my cock in her mouth, the same lips you'll be kissing in the morning. I'm going to fuck your wife, give her something that you never could."

I looked at him. "You'd better, if you think you can," I said. "Or I'll find a man who will." Geri squealed with delight.

As soon as his shaft was hard and wet with her saliva, she pushed him back into bed and started up all over again. Giggling quietly, laughing openly, disclosing secrets in soft whispers, and ardent cries of delight. This was no rushed fling anymore: she teased him, edged him, used her wily feminine body to control him, to keep him on the verge of losing control. He was rougher this time, as if trying to prove his youth and virility, but she was hardly passive. I almost felt pity for him.

"Oh yes Geri! You're so wild! I knew you would be when we danced. You're more exciting now than I'd ever imagined!" Wolf exclaimed while almost out of breath.

In no time, he was begging her for release as she owned and dominated him, and he willingly, desperately surrendered. It was amazing to watch her; she was sexier than ever, so alive. This time, I watched not as a voyeur or a jilted husband, but as her biggest admirer.

Eventually he sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spread, and pulled my wife into his lap, her back to him, his big hands cupping her breasts. I watched the expression on her face smoulder with pure pleasure as he at last impaled her on his cock. She lowered herself onto him completely, opening her eyes and looking at me, not to shame me, or compare me to him, but gratefully. In that moment, everything changed. I felt as if something heavy inside me finally let go; a feeling of being released, of weightlessness washed over me.

Geri cried out, "Oh, Hugh! I want his cum deep in my pussy. I come so hard on his big cock, you want to see that, don't you? Watching another man coming inside your wife, on his big cock?"

Wolf spread her legs widely while he slowly pumped his cock into her stretched pussy, his shaft and balls already dripping with hot arousal. "Watch me fuck your wife." He said, "Get a good look at my cock sliding deep into her married pussy."

Geri was already moaning in abject sensual pleasure. She spread her legs wide to brazenly show me her sopping, abused sex. I bent over and took a close look at her beautiful pussy as Wolf split and stretched it over his girth. I caught the sweet scent of her heat, so potent now; I was salivating with hunger for her. Her beguiling and swollen clitty was exposed and made prominent by his thick cock inside her. Her clit was hard and dripping, so alluring, so tempting.

"Come on, get a good look at your wife riding my cock!" Wolf mocked me, knowing I had been flinching all night at the raw proximity of another man. He used my reluctance to shame me over and over and to amuse Geri. "It won't bite you." He smirked. Geri raised her eyebrow before moaning with pleasure, as if daring me to be more than a voyeur.

"Geri, how beautiful your pussy is when it's full of young cock," I whispered, making her giggle. Shame had no power over her now, and I'd show her that I was free too.

I knelt between their legs, pushed her sweaty thighs apart with my hands, and put my face up to her pussy.

I kissed her clitty.

Geri gasped audibly, in shock and surprise. "Hugh! Oh, my god, yes, Hugh!" She moaned. I could feel her legs trembling. I sucked her clit into my mouth, kissing and nibbling it like I loved to do.

I was aware of how close my face was to another man's hard cock, the glistening shaft covered in my own wife's scent and lubrication. My lips felt her skin stretched tight by his erection, his wet balls nearly hitting my chin as she lost control, but I didn't care.

"Oh, oh, oh! Oh, god, Hugh!" she cried out in sudden, joyful disbelief. Then a delighted cry followed, "Oh, Hugh! My sweet Hugh! Yes!" Wolf might be fucking her, but I was driving her wild. "Please don't stop! Please make me come!"

I sucked and nibbled it for as long as I could until her body thrashed and quivered in climax, and poor Wolf could barely hang on to her writhing body; she was strong! I kept it up until she screamed and shook, then backed away and just watched her pure joy and sensual release as she climaxed with him. Lost in erotic frenzy, she was beautiful beyond words.

As she slowly regained control of her body, I expected her to collapse with exhaustion, but instead she grinned at me, then got up and roughly pushed Wolf down onto the bed.

Geri pulled him over onto his back, then straddled him, impaling herself on his big cock, and riding it wildly. I watched for a moment, in awe of her strength, then I realized I was rock hard, and still had perhaps one orgasm left in me.

Geri loved rough sex, loved to get it hard, and from the look of things Wolf was fucking her harder than I ever dared. But she was no passive princess: she was riding him, pushing back as forcefully as she could.

Then I remembered what she'd said earlier. I got up onto the bed against her back, and I pushed a moistened finger against her tight little ass until it started to open. Geri jumped in surprise.

"Hugh?" she gasped, letting his cock slip out and slap against his thigh. I quickly got behind her and slipped my cock into her in his place.

"Oh, yes, Hugh, yes!" she moaned as I pulled her hips in tight. I rode her hard, but just for a little while, then I pulled out of her, my shaft slick and dripping now.

Wolf wasted no time and slid into her again, pumping slowly this time. I spat on her ass and wriggled a finger past her tight ring, matching Wolf's pace. From inside her ass, I could feel his cock in her pussy, the large head stretching her skin, the thick shaft splitting her wide. I stretched and relaxed her hole, feeling Wolf pounding her from the other side. It was a surreal moment.

"Hugh!" she cried out, then, perhaps self-conscious about disturbing Wolf, whispered, "Hugh, what are you doing?"

I put my mouth next to Geri's ear, nibbling her earlobe, and whispered softly but fiercely, "I'm going to take your anal cherry now. Right here, right now, while your lover-boy watches, he might even hear you climax with me. You promised it to Wolf, but that promise is mine."

"Your married ass is mine." I seethed at her, "Only mine!"

She gasped.

Wolf slowed his pace, letting me get into position, my cock finding her now relaxed anal opening. I pushed into her gently, keeping a slow pressure on her. "Do you want this?" I teased, pushing my cock in, then pulling out again.

Geri inhaled quickly, almost in pain, but said, "Yes, put it in me!" almost begging, desperately. I pushed again, feeling my cock slip past her muscular ring, and held it there for a moment.

Then I pushed my slick cock into her asshole; it was so tight she gasped and tried to pull away, but I held her fast. I pushed until I felt her sphincter muscles relax, and pushed again, sliding in gently, but deeply.

"Yes!" she cried. "Oh, Hugh! Put it in my ass! Fuck my ass! I pushed my cock into her again, deeper this time. Geri cried out with pleasure, but repeated. "Fuck my ass, please!"

Wolf started pumping her pussy again, and I matched his rhythm quickly. I could feel his cock on just the other side, my balls wetly slapping against his.

"Oh, my god, baby," she moaned, spreading her legs, "That feels so fucking good."

We were a team just for Geri; we started to fuck her.

Geri's breathing was heavy and labored, her body wriggling and writhing, seemingly both desperate to escape the invasion of her most intimate erogenous zone but hungry for more. I could feel her tightness gripping me, my cock, my shaft, then the subtle release of tension as her body accepted mine.

I leaned in, going even deeper now, and whispered, "Wolf and all his friends will know you lost your anal cherry to me." The same words she said only a moment ago. I slowly pulled out, paused, then pushed in again. Geri gasped in surprise. "Maybe they'll arrive and only watch. They'll see you naked, your legs spread, my fat cock sliding into your ass, and listen as you wantonly beg to be fucked like a naughty, dirty slut," I whispered as I pulled out again, just leaving the head at her very opening. I pushed in, faster and rougher this time, but held it in deep, teasing her, taunting her, feeling her body writhe helplessly against mine. Geri gasped again, looking at me in amazement, and I felt her heat, her need.

"Oh, oh yes, yes. You both feel so good!" she mumbled, as I paused and let the mental image of her total submission electrify my brain. As she relaxed, I slid in deeper.

"Oh god, you're so tight!" I told her.

"She's even tighter now," Wolf grinned. He kissed her and pinched her nipples, his big hands massaging her breasts. She was going wild.

I pushed in as deeply as I could and held it there, feeling her relax around my shaft. "Hugh, oh my god!" she panted. "Oh, fuck, you're stretching me! Yes!!"

Harder and harder, I pushed my cock farther up Geri's ass. It was hot and different, but the real thrill was mental: violating a taboo, so intimate and so public with Wolf right next to her, an unexpected mind-fuck I discovered, unexpectedly sensual, powerfully exciting.

"Oh fuck me, Hugh! Yes, you're so deep inside me! Cum in my ass! Shoot that hot cum deep in me! I want to feel you cumming!" I'd never experienced a woman's climax from anal sex before. It was intense! She was frantic, wildly pushing me over the edge with her.

Geri screamed in euphoric release; watching her wild orgasm triggered mine, and my body went rigid even as hers twisted wildly between us, then in powerful spurts and pulsing streams I emptied my balls into her.

I nearly collapsed as my cock deflated, and I could feel Wolf's pumping harder and harder. Geri was lost in an orgasmic fog. I pulled out gently as she started fucking him urgently, her body being tossed like a rag doll.

Chapter 12

I sat back and tried to catch my breath. I was watching them fuck again, but this time was different. I wasn't a passive, submissive observer. I'd had her, then passed her off to another man, her young plaything for the evening. She was stripped of all pretense and inhibition, a pure sexual animal. I felt a sexual rush again, but this time, it was different; as I gave her the freedom she craved, I felt free myself.

"Fuck my wife," I told him. "Use her up completely, until nothing is left."

"Oh, yes, Wolf! I need your cock deep inside me!" she yelped. The bed started rhythmically squeaking. "Oh my god! You're so good, Wolf! So, so good. Your cock is so big and beautiful!"

I watched for a while. They were incredibly hot together. I'd set her up with another man, watched as she shamelessly used him, like she wanted.

Geri was now fucking him, completely dominating him. She teased and taunted and rode him, licked and bit and sucked every inch of his body, getting him close but always denying his release. Wolf was whispering in her ear, at first demanding, then begging, then just moaning in sensual hunger.

"You're a hot, cheating little slut wife, aren't you?" I demanded.

"Yes, God yes," she cried out, her eyes wild, her body shaking.

"Tell me!" I grunted, "Tell me how much of a depraved slut you are!"

"I'm a fucking whore! A fucking slut! I'm a dirty little cheating slut wife, and I love it! Fuck me!" she cried out.

It felt so much better than passively submitting, and it triggered positive energies in Geri. She was like a wild woman in his arms now. "Fuck him hard, you crazy cock-hungry slut!" I called heatedly.

I verbally abused and degraded her, almost like she had done to me earlier. But this time, not to shame her, I used those words to prove I had no guilt, regret, or inhibitions left, and wouldn't accept any from her. She was no longer restrained by the delicate terms of society. She could live boldly and unashamedly, experiencing love and sex as passionately as she wanted. And it got me so fucking hot.

She was fucking Wolf like a crazy animal. He had trouble holding on as my wife used his body for her own pleasure, savagely, desperately. It was the hottest, most passionate scene I'd ever imagined. I could almost feel her arousal arcing through the air, electrifying my own body as she screamed in orgasm.

After that, I thought she'd collapse in exhaustion, but instead she sat up and slowly rode Wolf, a slow, almost tantric change to her lovemaking. Grinning, she looked over at me.

"Is that what you want, Hugh? A wild slut wife?" she asked teasingly, as she edged him with her body.

Something in her voice was different, suddenly not wild sex talk, but an honest question.

I thought for a moment before I replied. "Geri, I wanted an adventure, a memory for us so exhilarating that years from now, holding hands at our kitchen table, just us, we'll still smile at the thrill of having lived it together."

Geri smiled, then asked, "How much excitement can you handle?" winking at me.

I sighed, grinning, "As much as you got."

She smiled wickedly, "Then hold on, Mister, let's see how much you can take!"

She started moaning in complete sexual trance, her words a stream of erotic desires and forbidden lusts, a free association of erotic thoughts with shameless abandon. It was amazing to hear.

"Fuck me, Wolf! Make me come again! I love your body, Wolf! I want it all!" She looked over at me and cried, "I can't get enough of him. I want him in me, as deeply as he can. I want to feel his strong arms around me, his lips crushing mine!"

She rolled on top of him, her body sliding along his. I'd never seen her so sensual before. I couldn't really believe how powerful she suddenly seemed, wantonly taking everything from a much younger man.

She held him and put his cock into her pussy, her face contorted with ecstasy as she slipped her pussy down his shaft. "Oh, Hugh! I feel him so deep in me, places I've never been touched before! Oh, god, I'll never forget this feeling!"

He was stronger, but she was in charge, and she reveled in it. She held his hands down over his head, letting her tits drag over his face as he licked and bit at her nipples and the soft skin surrounding them. She had pulled almost off his cock, then wriggled her hips to tease him again, never quite letting him back inside. I heard him grunt and growl with frustration. Geri smiled at her own sensual power over him; I could feel his exasperation. Geri was dominating him, keeping his sexual energy at its peak and denying him the release he was increasingly desperate for. He lost control, and his hips bucked into her, finally sinking his cock deep into her pussy. She almost screamed with delight, "He's splitting me in two! Hugh! Oh yes! This is what I need!"

He pretended he was trying to break free, only to deftly move behind her and pull her to all fours, taking the dominant position and roughly pumping his hips into hers until she cried out and her body shook. Then, she twisted and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her.

I couldn't believe it. There seemed to be no end to the new things she did with him. Just when he seemed close to orgasm, she'd grin or wink at me, then deny him release, moving off him, his aching cock slapping wetly against his thigh. He would roar in frustration and double his efforts to make her submit, but she wouldn't let herself be subdued.

Geri would then kiss him, or take his cock into her mouth, or lick his balls, suck his nipples, or nibble his neck, and he would be a puppy dog in her arms, almost passive and tender. Her feminine skills to control a man were at their peak; it was unnerving to witness, so sensually exciting, and I was falling in love with her all over again.

She built him up and teased him relentlessly until she had him ready to explode. Then, when he was at his limit, she transformed into a wild sexual creature, encouraging Wolf to let loose completely.

"Fuck me now, Wolf! I'm a dirty whore waiting to be used. Take me hard and fuck me like the cheating whore I am."

Wolf could only grunt and try to hang on as Geri went wild!

"Fuck me! Make me come again! I'm a cock sucking slut, and I want a man! I want to do every nasty thing I can to him. Any man you bring me! Men! As many as I can find! I'll make them take me in front of you for your deviant fantasies! I'll be a dirty whore wanting to be used, in any outrageous way you can imagine. Anything to excite you! Anything to make you hot and burning for me."

Wolf and I both gasped at what she said. Neither of us knew which one of us she was talking to. Then Wolf saw his chance, pulling her under him and pushing her legs apart, driving his hips into her, desperately and urgently.

"Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" he bellowed, pulling her close. I swear they climaxed together. Wolf's body tensed and shook as he thundered, "Oh, oh yes!" and filled her with his seed.

Geri cried out in orgasm over and over, panting and gasping for breath, but she didn't stop. She rode him until poor Wolf gently pushed her away, then they both lay back, sweaty and panting, but smiling.

I nearly felt as if I'd come too. I sat down next to the bed and took Geri's hand.

"You've wanted that for a long time, haven't you?" I asked, "You've dreamed about two men pleasing you."

"Oh, god, yes, I wanted it! I fucked two big cocks at the same time! And I want more!" She warned me.

"He didn't just stick his dick in you, did he?" I recalled how she scoffed at me earlier.

"No! He took my body to new sensual places! I came! I came so sincerely, so intensely, didn't I?" she cried out. "I love cheating on my husband! I need more! More hot, sexy men to ravish me! Any man I want!" She moaned. "I want to fuck them on the beach, in the surf, my tits and pussy on full display to any hot guys. I want to be gangbanged, men and women, everyone! Everything!"

"Will you fuck them all?" I asked, blown away by her intensity, "Every virile, red-blooded beefcake that looks your way?"

"Oh god, yes I will!" she managed to reply. "Every hard cock!" She kissed me, then turned back toward Wolf, wrapping her legs around him. "Fuck him! Fuck his friends! Fuck every cock in the whole fucking resort!" I called.

She was almost delirious with cathartic release, and her body seemed to meld with Wolf's. They twisted and wrestled, moments of tender teasing followed by explosive bursts of furious sensual energy.

I watched them for a while, amazed how much more intense it was than any fantasy I had. To my surprise, the physical act was the least erotic, least taboo part. She took my fantasy to unexpected, terrifyingly passionate places--I was almost dizzy with desire for her.

As thrilling as it was to hear her involuntary cries of passion, his grunts of pleasure and joyful frustration, there was a shadow looming over it all.

Chapter 13

I just had the most intense orgasm of my life with her. I felt it from my toes, up my spine like an electric shock, but I was left feeling hollow, guilty for making her violate our marriage, ashamed at how I let my lechery control me, and anxious about our future. "Husband" wasn't just a role: it was who I was. As I watched her behave so differently, so sexually unleashed with another man, I wondered what it would mean for us.

I loved her more than anything, but would she feel the same for me after tonight? The new, brazen, shameless version of my wife--what if she didn't desire me anymore? I was used to a woman who needed my strength and my love, but now?

I collapsed into my chair even as the sounds they made hit a fever pitch. I was spent, exhausted, and afraid that I'd gone too far, pushed her too far tonight.

I loved her. But we had let daily married life, obligations and duties sap our energy and dull our sensations. Watching her now so alive and passionate, one thing was clear: she wanted this more desperately than I did, but she would never have done it herself. I told myself it would be a fling, a unique, once-in-a-lifetime event, but she had warned me about the deeper meaning to our lives, and I just hadn't wanted to believe her.

Geri cried out and writhed in his arms as another climax ripped through her body. Wolf flipped her over and pulled her legs onto his shoulders, plunging his cock into her again. She pulled his lips to hers and kissed him, fiercely, deeply. I had led her to temptation, corrupted her, yet a simple kiss was somehow the most cruel sin.

I couldn't watch anymore; my marriage might be over, but I didn't need to watch the wreckage smoulder. Earlier, I had been afraid to leave her alone with a strange man, but now I needed to get away.

I needed to wash away everything I'd seen and done. I closed the shower door, started the hot water, and looked in the mirror. A fit, middle-aged man looked back at me, alone. I didn't recognize myself, and for a moment I wondered if this was what I would see from now on, just me alone in my world, and the thought chilled me. As steam covered the mirror, pulling a veil over the image, silently, I stepped into the hot water, showered, put on some clean clothes, and moved to leave.

My wife didn't even notice, and I didn't blame her. I'd unleashed her, and she was free. We both were. But now what? I needed to get away and try to figure out where Geri and I went from here.

"I'm coming, Wolf!... Oh, yes! I'm coming!!" screamed Geri. As I closed the door and walked down the hall, I could still hear Wolf grunt as he emptied his balls into my wife's used and gaping pussy again.

Strangely, it wasn't jealousy I felt anymore, or humiliation, or the heady rush of sexual domination. It was beyond that. I was happy for her, but I felt a profound hollow ache too, as if I'd carelessly tossed aside something immeasurably precious and only now understood my loss. Geri might abandon me, go off to enjoy her newfound freedom, using it to seek out younger or better lovers, leaving me with little else than regret and emptiness, and the realization that I may have irrevocably squandered my wife's love and my marriage, and would be forever scarred by its absence.

I stumbled out of the resort property hours before dawn and just kept walking aimlessly until I was nearly lost, far from the surf, the beach, and the accusing eyes of other guests. I found a remote cabana, lay on the bench inside, and collapsed into a deep, if fitful sleep.

In the early morning, I was roused by the bustling clamor of people shouting, delivery vans, the "soundtrack" of the resort preparing for a new day. I looked around groggily and realized I must have slept for hours as the pre-dawn island was awakening around me. For a moment I looked around for Geri, then remembered where I was and suddenly felt her painful absence, thinking back about the last 24 hours and wondering how badly I'd messed up. Stung at first by her justified anger, then by the realization that even her abuse and humiliation of me was incredibly arousing, and wondering if that was my new normal?

No, it couldn't be. Acting passive and submissive wasn't me; it wasn't satisfying. So I took her from him, used her myself, and it felt amazing, like my lost manhood had rushed back into my body, restoring me.

But would Geri be different now? I literally pushed her back into his arms. Now feeling sexually free, would she bring men home to our bed? Would she even come home?

Alone, I stopped on a rock outcropping and watched the sunrise, wishing she were with me and wondering what this new day would bring. She was my wife, and I knew I couldn't let her go, no matter what, so I made my way back to the resort to confront her, remind her of my love, and tell her we'd figure it out, whatever it means.

As I walked through the lobby, I saw Wolf sitting there, showered, groomed, wearing clean, neat tennis whites, somehow looking fresh and rested, smiling and sipping coffee from a nearby French press. I looked around for something I could clobber him over the head with and lay him out flat. Then he looked up, saw me, and invited me over.

"Coffee?" he asked. I could smell the freshly ground beans, the hot aroma, dark and sweet in the morning air. I guess I can kill him after I have my coffee, I thought. He poured me a cup, and I sat down.

"Was it everything you dreamed it would be?" he asked.

"What?" I replied, almost spitting my coffee out.

"Your fantasy. Was it everything you dreamed it would be?" he asked again. "Your wife was whispering in my ear all night, telling me what to do, what to say. She is a remarkable woman."

I think my jaw hit the floor.

"Pick your jaw up off the floor," he suggested.

"She gave you an incredible gift last night, a sexual fantasy for the record books!" he mused. "An incredible thrill, so emotionally intense for you, I bet!" he smirked. "Even though it started as a cuck fantasy," he added.

I shook my head. "No, I ...

Wolf smiled. "She's got to be the most beautiful woman at this resort today, and last night you made her sleep with another man, and she delivered, didn't she?"

I was stunned. "I just wanted to excite her, but everything went off the rails. She tore me to pieces, told you I was secretly gay, maybe had the best night of her life, but with you..."

Wolf was obviously amused at my soul-baring confession. "Watching another man sleep with your wife is a little gay, you have to admit. And it wouldn't be a cuck fantasy without humiliation, would it? Don't sweat it, you're hardly the first, or only husband who was a little curious."

"But Geri, she was..." I started.

He held up his hand to stop me. "You were way outside your comfort zone. Of course it was scary and disorienting, but thrilling, yes? "

I thought about it. It was the last thing I wanted to hear. Or admit.

"Tell me it wasn't the most exciting thing you've ever done? The most turned-on you've ever been in your life? I know it was for her! Can you honestly deny what you felt last night?" Glancing down, he added, "I saw how curiously hard you were."

I blushed, scowling at him.

"Maybe next time," he whispered, winking.

I looked around, still disconcerted by what I'd been through, as if people sensed my shame just by looking at me. "But the things she said, then I said..." I started.

"I overheard you two talking. She is imaginative, and oh, so relentlessly savage," he chuckled. I grimaced. "I'm glad I wasn't the target of her fury, but I've seen worse," he reassured me. I must have looked as confused as I felt.

Wolf took a deep breath. "The morning after is the time for reflection, not accusation," he confided. "Forgive yourself. First and most importantly, forgive yourself for putting her in this situation. It was your first time, right? Of course you made mistakes," he told me. "Then, show a little humility. Don't confuse your wife with your own guilt or shame. She did it all for you."

"If she's even my wife anymore..." I wondered.

"Of course she is," he snapped, then Wolf leaned in as if telling me a secret. "A smart man would realize his wife just spent the night showing him how she wants to be seduced, the kind of intensity she craves from her lover, and how she longs for his passion. She gave you a gift. Accept it."

I must have looked shocked, even as the realization slowly dawned on me.

Wolf leaned back, smiling.

"You should be grateful, but give her time to savor the afterglow." He said. "You're both too overwrought to discuss feelings that intense so soon. Send up breakfast and flowers to your room, specifically for her. Then, go and arrange a glamorous spa day for her, the best the resort offers."

"Grateful? Are you kidding? She..." I sputtered. He stopped me.

"While she's being pampered, go to the tailor on Ocean Street and buy a new suit, get it fitted. Then, feeling like a new man, looking fine, go meet your incredible wife here for the glamorous dinner and dancing that you promised her," he instructed. "Think about how lucky you are to have a wife like Geri."

Wolf looked directly into my eyes. "Trust me on this. You both need time to come down from the fireworks and the emotional tempest you just experienced. The breakfast and the spa will reassure her of your feelings. Go this morning, get your suit, even explore the island, then meet her for dinner. No talking, just enjoy each other's company. After a little dancing, take a walk along the beach. It's a full moon tonight." He wrote a few words on a slip of paper.

"Make your way to Cabana 14; it's secluded and private, especially once the clubs open. Seduce her there and renew your love together. Build on what you started here last night." He smiled.

"I don't want her to see me as a cuck for the rest of my life!" I exclaimed.

Wolf smiled. "Then, don't be. You were brave enough to try something new. Now be the man she fell in love with."

I thought about what he told me. Maybe he was right? I guess I won't kill him.

Just then, a beautiful young woman approached. She looked barely 18, with a ponytail and a cheerful smile, holding a tennis racquet. "Wolf? I'm Peggy, your 9 a. m. lesson?"

Wolf winked at me, then checked his watch. "Of course, I'll meet you on the courts in a moment," he said, nodding at me and pushing the bill for our coffee to me, along with the key to my room.

"By the way, thanks for a fun evening." He grinned, squeezing my shoulder before turning and chasing after his sexy student.

I watched him leave with Peggy, the delightful young woman, stunned. Having no other idea what to do, I followed Wolf's instructions. I spoke to the waiter about sending breakfast up, then went to the front desk to buy the most expensive spa package I could find to pamper Geri; they would call her after breakfast.

I arranged for housekeeping to provide new sheets, pick up the laundry, and clean the room. I napped and showered while she was at the spa, then picked up my suit. By taking care of these mundane details, I started to feel like myself again. Maybe Wolf was right?

Chapter 14

It was early evening when I found myself in the lounge at a table, wearing my new custom-tailored island suit. I'd just finished a very nice cocktail. I was still apprehensive, but with a new perspective--and a feeling as if breathing new air.

Then she appeared, alone, looking around the room until she spotted me and smiled, dressed to kill in a clean, deep blue evening dress with silver trim, new silver earrings, and a shimmering necklace that reminded me of waves crashing on the beach during a storm. Her hair and makeup were impeccable, and somehow she looked even more incredible to me today, even sexier and more desirable than before. She came over to the table and asked, "May I join you?"

I half-expected her to have a young gentleman with her, but I was glad she didn't. Tonight, I was determined to give the evening I had promised.

"Please do," I said. I looked up at her, smiled, then slowly rose, formally pulling out a chair for her, helping her sit. The waiter took her order, did a double-take at her sexy figure, but then left us. We ate in polite silence, finished with a wonderful port wine, danced until it was dark, then held hands and walked the beach, finding the secluded cabana from Wolf's note. Geri sat back on a nearby bench, relaxed; she looked beautiful, glamorously posing like a moving star. Sitting next to her, I leaned back, outwardly calm, but my mind was racing.

"You look incredible tonight. I'm blown away by how stunning you are. I'm a lucky man," I admitted. "Sometimes I forget to tell you, but I won't ever forget again." She smiled, a genuinely happy smile.

"Thank you for the flowers and the spa. I really enjoyed them." She commented, "You look so dashing in your new suit."

We sat quietly, both rehearsing conversations in our heads, each afraid to talk first. My own mind was a jumble of thoughts, difficult confessions and weak excuses. Eventually, I focused on the sounds of the crashing surf and sea birds until a calm acceptance washed over me. I couldn't change what happened, but she was still here with me.

At last, I sighed and broke the silence. "Geri, what did you tell him at the bar?" I asked.

She looked at me, then replied, "That my foolish husband doesn't know how good he has it, and he's confusing sexual kink for the honest intimacy we have, and so I was looking for something fun, something wild!"

"How much of that was real?" I asked. "Not just to hurt me?"

Geri laughed, then met my gaze. "I liked him--he was charming, so seductive. It flattered me to hold his attention, and I didn't take long to decide to show him just how passionate I could be with the right man. He was an energetic dancer," she added wistfully.

"... And I was furious at you!" she made sure I knew. "At least at first."

I nodded. "So, you did all of this to teach me a lesson?" I asked, stating something that I thought was obvious.

Geri tossed her head back. "Yes. No. Maybe at first. But he was enchanting and confident; he immediately picked up on my scheme for you, playing along perfectly. But..."

She paused, looking far ahead into the vast expanse of the sea.

"I loved it. I loved the attention of a young, handsome man, his charm, and oh god, could he dance! He swept me off my feet in the most delightful way!"

"More than dancing," I reminded her, smiling. Geri smiled back. "Did you think I'd accept any limitations when you practically begged me to cheat on you?" she asked.

I shrugged and shook my head.

Geri continued. "I didn't expect to feel different with another man, but I did. Wolf wasn't just some stranger. Thankfully, he was wise beyond his years, so passionate! And a skilled lover. I felt unleashed in his arms, maybe because he accepted nothing less from me."

She took my hand. "Not because he's better than you; don't think that. Physically it felt intense, as you saw, but there was so much more... I was furious with you, and I turned that anger into lust, showing off to spite you, to wound you, dominate you. I was submitting to Wolf so you'd have to witness what you lost."

"But it wasn't enough..." she explained, then chuckled. "It was devilishly fun to subjugate you, dangle temptation in front of you to see how much shame you would tolerate. I'll admit, it was a powerful feeling at first. But it quickly felt hollow. No woman wants a diminished man as a husband for long, even pretending." She sighed, "I realized I was ashamed of your weakness. And I didn't know if you were just playing, or truly wanted to be humiliated," she confessed. "Or what it would mean for us, if I could live with a man like that."

I considered what she described, and decided to be honest in return.

"I saw you enjoyed being assertive, even a little wicked, so I played along. I loved seeing that side of you, but I found it was hard to separate role-play from reality." I took a deep breath. "It was surprisingly erotic seeing the dominant side of you, demanding I surrender. My humiliation felt real--your mockery and contempt, insulting me in front of a stranger. I felt so vulnerable that it bizarrely made me climax very intensely, but it wasn't pleasant. I felt like it was ripped from me."

"I don't ever want to go through that again," I said firmly.

She nodded, understanding.

Her voice became soft and deliberate. She said, "I was unfaithful in my marriage. That became undeniable the minute I danced with him. Wolf sparked a taboo thrill that electrified me to my core, so much more intense than the physical act itself. It didn't matter that it was your doing, that you watched. I felt a powerful emotional connection with him, feelings I had ardently protected for years, reserved for you only until that moment, but I felt it with him. I knew they were doomed to be temporary, but still powerful, sweet, and arousing."

She took a deep breath. "I loved the feeling of surrendering myself while you watched. I did it for you, but it felt like I owned myself, my own openly sensual body. It was a great feeling."

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked.

"I wanted what you wanted," she replied. "To be a free, completely sexual creature, unbound, unrestrained, to take it as far as I could." She sighed. "I quickly realized that feeling was just out of my reach, as long as you were there only watching, feeling uncomfortable, hesitant, and protecting me."

Geri looked at me, as if waiting for my epiphany, then impatiently explained, "Then I got an idea: I'd play a role too. I would be Wolf's woman, and I made that clear to you, didn't I? And what did you do? You took me. Not reclaimed like some frat boy ritual, but took another man's woman in every sense, dominating us both. You felt it, right? That potent thrill of ascendancy after being submissive for so long. I saw it in your eyes, my forever champion, my lover returning."

"That rush of sensual power..." She smiled. "I felt it in your touch, and I loved that feeling of being fiercely desired by you. I savored your wild lust for taking me back from him.

"But then it changed for me." She reflected, "You made it change."

"I was afraid you'd see Wolf as a rival, so to avoid a jealous fight and protect my husband's feelings, I told him to be prepared to leave: the challenger departing, the alpha stays. But you surprised us both! You called him a boy, mocked his voyeuristic arousal, then you mentored him and gave him to me."

Geri squeezed my hand and whispered, "You took me even higher..."

"When you could no longer bear all the pretending, your mask fell away, and the long-buried, unguarded passion of your true confident self came through. In that exhilarating moment, I felt so turned on by you, I think even Wolf felt it!" she explained.

Geri giggled softly. "He was never your rival, was he?"

I shook my head. She was right. Maybe that's why I wasn't jealous?

"You told me to use Wolf as wild as I wanted, even demanded that he satisfy me! Not you, not himself, me! I finally felt like..."

"I'd given you permission?" I asked, shyly, still embarrassed, afraid of how she might have felt. "Or, cast you aside?"

Geri took my hand and looked me in the eye.

"No, that you set me free, and could accept what I needed to feel, and what I did to feel that way." She squeezed my hand. "I felt this profound sense of euphoria, of complete unbound ecstasy! I became most fully my own."

"Hugh, I wasn't just sleeping with a stranger anymore. It was a profound feeling of release, of connection for us. For my husband and me to share."

Geri sighed and held my hand. The simple gesture spoke so powerfully that I felt as if forgiven and thanked at the same time.

I shook my head, letting her words sink in. "Then, when we talked in our room..."

Geri laughed again. "Oh, Hugh, I don't really have a desire to sleep with your co-worker, or the lawn boy, or anyone else but you, my love."

"Or get a ridiculous tattoo on my ass, by the way." She rolled her eyes. "Maybe you were right, a little, that letting a handsome stranger seduce me would feel so..." She stopped, hugging herself.

I stared at her, recalling how easily she discarded me earlier, mocked and hurt me. Her words still stung. "Why did you do it so cruelly?" I whispered, confused.

"Well, for one, what would have happened if I just lay there and let a stranger use my body? You would have come back tomorrow with a new man, and then again, and again. I had to show you where that would lead; just empty, unsatisfying, role-playing."

"No, Geri, I never..." I said, but she glared at me, and she was right. "You know me so well," I admitted.

She shook her head. "After all this time, don't you know me? Don't you know what I'd do, how far I'd go, to save my mixed-up husband from himself?"

She sat up and took my hand. "Hugh, I taunted you at the bar, and you rolled over, surrendering your own manhood, hoping I'd let you have your fantasy! I didn't recognize you, so I needed to show you the ugly consequences of the path you put us on. I prayed you would remember who you were. The husband I know you are."

Geri pinned me with her lustful glare and added, "The lover I know you are, the only lover I truly crave. When you finally demanded Wolf please me, it felt intoxicating! I was desperate to share that feeling with you. Not the meek, subordinate dupe you played at first, but my steadfast, fearless husband you are. "

My wife was strong, tenacious, and ruthless when she had to be. I paused, thinking about what she said and what it implied. God, I loved her.

"So, now you expect me to take you back?" I asked, grinning.

Geri smiled impishly. "That's my question for you: why should I take you back?"

Stunned disbelief must have been plain on my face.

She grinned and continued, "I've just spent nearly the entire night enjoying a young bull; he was smoking hot, insatiable, and hung! Did you notice? I seduced him, took him to my room, and fucked all the juice out of his balls. He made me feel things! Oh, god! He awakened new desires in me! I felt a raw, electrifying, untamed passion last night! Do you think I could ever turn away from that feeling now?" She huffed exasperatedly. "Why should I?" She challenged me, "Give me one reason."

I paused, thinking about everything: what I saw in her when we fell in love, things I've felt, what I wanted. I could be her man, she could be my restrained wife, and my uninhibited, sexually free lover at the same time.

I stood up, then offered her my hand. "I'm not asking you to give any of that up," I said.

After a moment, she took my hand, rose, and stood next to me. I paused, heart pounding, steeling myself, then pulled her close, her face next to mine. Our slightly parted lips met, touching ever so lightly. I felt her hot breath on my face, looked into her eyes, and saw longing and desire. I wanted her, my beautiful wife, everything she was, every sin, every flaw, every promise. I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her. I held her tightly and kissed her until she kissed me back, and I let her. We shared a deep, passionate, fiery kiss that ignited every part of my soul until I felt her body surrender and melt into mine. Only then did we part slightly, reluctantly, and she put her head on my chest.

"Oh, yes!" she purred. "That's exactly what I want to feel, husband," she said, her voice dripping with excitement.

I held her tight, thinking about how lucky I was to have her.

She whispered to me--punching my chest playfully--"Don't forget it again."

"I swear," I said, sincerely. I held her close, her arms resting on my shoulders while slowly dancing and swaying to the distant music drifting in from the resort.

As we danced, I let my hands move slowly up her sides to her shoulders, just holding her close.

I put my lips to her ear and sang softly, "Rockin' steady in her daddy's car, she got the stereo with the big guitars, and that's all right..."

I could feel her smile against my cheek, and I continued, "Girl, we've been meant for this since we were born..."

"Since we were born..." she repeated, singing. We danced in the warm sand, and I led her back to the cabana and held her.

"You look so lovely tonight, more than ever," I whispered. "How you did your hair, your dress, and makeup--it's stunning, but I always see you, the beautiful woman I married." I held her close, nibbling her ear, making her moan with pleasure. I slipped my fingertips under the strap on her shoulder, and deftly undid the fastener.

Music filtered out from the nearby clubs, and we could hear faint sounds of people talking, but they were drowned out by the cool evening breeze and the rhythm of Caribbean surf as waves crashed against the sand.

"Hugh?" she asked, looking around nervously. I gently tugged her dress down until her bare breasts were nearly exposed. Geri tried to cover up, but I took her hands and put them around my waist, kissing and nibbling at her neck as I did. "Hugh, what are you doing?" She murmured softly, her resistance fading.

"I've always had a fantasy about making love to a dangerous but breathtaking woman on some remote tropical dunes, a mysterious secluded island," I mused. "Under the stars, with the sounds of surf and beach music softly keeping time."

Geri moaned softly with pleasure. "Now, that sounds exciting," she said. I tugged her dress down past her waist, then slipped my fingers into the elastic still gripping her form. "Hugh, let's go to our room," she said, still nervous about being seen.

"It's romantic here, don't you think?" I asked.

Geri looked around for a moment, listened to the surf, the pulse of soft music from the distant resort, saw we were alone, and nodded, "Yes. Yes, I do."

I tugged her dress down, letting it fall to the sand. She wore only a pair of blue silk panties underneath. I took a step back and admired her for a few long minutes, until at last I whistled and asked, "How did I get so lucky?"

Geri smiled, despite herself, then glanced around again. "Are you sure we won't be interrupted?" she asked playfully.

"This is Cabana 14. Wolf brings special students here for ... intense coaching," I told her, looking her over, then taking her into my arms. "It's all ours tonight."

Even in the shadows, I could see the look of surprise on Geri's face upon hearing Wolf's name, my rival up until this morning, now my partner in crime. Deftly, I sat her on the table, gently leaning her back, and kissed down her body from her neck, paying special attention to her breasts, then putting her smooth legs up on my shoulders.

"Oh, Hugh, yes, that's it, yes..." she purred. "Just like paradise."

She joined me, and we sang: "This must be just like livin' in paradise, and I don't wanna go home!"

I rubbed my face against the soft material of her panties, then slowly kissed and nibbled up the inside of her thigh, behind her knee, then slowly back down, up to her belly button, causing her to giggle and squirm. "Hugh!" she exclaimed.

I tugged her panties to the side and kissed her bare skin. She was fresh from the shower, and I inhaled the aroma of her soap, the bouquet of coconut and lime filled my nostrils. I drew a deep breath, inhaling these fragrances mixed with her intoxicating feminine scent.

"Mmmm," I muttered. Geri squirmed impatiently, raising her hips and trying to push it against my lips. I pulled back, just out of range.

Then I licked her from bottom to top. As she softly squealed with surprise, I licked her slowly with only the tip of my tongue, picking a different trail each time, then went slower and more deliberate with the entire width of my tongue, pushing a little harder each time. She was already very wet.

Geri gasped, "Oh, yes, Wolf left me so tender there, and your tongue feels so good. Lick me where he fucked me! Where he put his big cock, where he filled me with his hot seed!"

Hearing her describe her soreness from last night triggered the same arousal in me that I felt at the time, only now I didn't pretend otherwise.

"Are you still thinking of him?" I asked, partly hoping she was.

"Oh, Hugh, the whole time I was with Wolf, I kept thinking of you... I thought I couldn't wait to tell you how exciting this is. I wanted to share everything with you," she replied.

"Mmm, I love that," I admitted.

I pulled back, blowing cool air across her dampness, then put my open mouth just nearly touching her, and breathed out slowly, my warm breath rolling across her skin.

"Oh, Hugh! Yes, don't stop!" she writhed and pleaded with me. I lifted her legs and kissed her pussy softly. Her body shuddered involuntarily.

I gently spread her pussy lips apart with my fingers and drove my tongue inside her as deep as I could get it. Geri shuddered again and raised her knees, giving me even more access to her glistening sex, inviting me to continue.

I moved my tongue to her clit and began softly licking back and forth. Geri let out a deep moan, "Oh, yes, yes!" I continued lightly licking her as I pressed two fingers inside her. I started to slowly massage her insides with my fingers, feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy increasing.

I love licking her pussy, I licked up and down the entire length of her labia, savoring the clean, wild taste of her arousal. I stuck my tongue as far up inside her as I could, making her gasp and squeal, then pulled her close and started flicking my tongue across her clit. Geri murmured her approval and pressed her pussy against my mouth, as if trying to force me in deeper.

"Oh god, Hugh, yes! That feels so good, yes!" Geri cried out, her legs on my shoulders, flexing and squeezing my head. "Yes, make me yours again!"

"You have always been mine," I assured her.

"Oh, oh oh! Hugh! Oh, yes! Yours! Always yours!" She promised, her hips raised to meet my lips, and she spread her legs almost involuntarily. I could hear her breathing increasing, her body tensing and relaxing, her arousal building, her climax nearing. I continued working to excite her, to prepare her, to tease her orgasm to the surface.

Just when it felt like she was close to the point of no return, I stopped and stood up. Geri looked up at me, confused, desperate, needful. She reached down to rub her pussy, but I stopped her hand.

I kissed her nipple, feeling it harden in the cool night air. After a moment, I nibbled and kissed the other, eliciting gasps and soft moans from her. Her breath came in short gasps. I put my head against her chest, felt the heat of her skin against mine, heard the soft thump of her heart racing.

Then I kissed her lips, letting her taste her own arousal. The scent drove her crazy, and she kissed me back passionately.

Pulling away reluctantly to catch her breath, I looked into her eyes. "Oh, Hugh, I'm so close, please? Please!" she begged. Frustration was thick in her voice, and I let it simmer for a moment. I tugged at her panties, slipping them down her long, smooth legs, and tossing them into the pile with her dress. Geri, now totally exposed, leaned back and spread her legs, but instead of moving on top of her, I helped her sit up. Geri looked at me, frustrated and not understanding.

"I'll need to get these clothes off," I said. Geri grinned at me, and she stood up, now naked, and started tearing at my shirt buttons.

"No. Do it slowly, sensually." I teasingly told her. Geri shot me a wicked glance, but smiled and began to slowly, carefully unbutton my new shirt, then rubbed her nipples up against me, pulling it off my shoulders.

"It all goes. Everything," I told her. Geri ran her hands slowly down my chest, stopping at my belt, unfastening it, and unbuttoning my new pants. They fell away, then she slipped her fingers into my elastic waistband, tugging them down, freeing my hard cock, then letting them fall to the ground. I stepped free of them, pausing to feel her hot body pressing against mine.

I positioned myself at her soft but ready entrance. Her eyes grew wide in amazement, knowing we were going to make love right here on the dunes and surf, under the stars. She raised her hips slightly as I slowly penetrated her, still tender and wet. She gasped as I sheathed myself in her warm depths; her pussy was still so hot, so ready for me, yet so tight.

She said, "Oh yes. That feels good, Hugh. Your cock feels so good in my pussy. Yes. Oh yes. You are perfect for me."

I started slowly pumping, taking pleasure in her body, fucking her, kissing her, massaging her breasts, everything all at once, eager and hungry as if we had been apart for years. We didn't breathe a word to each other as pure, unbridled animal lust took us.

This was true passion. Geri moaned and cried out in tiny, almost silent howls as I maintained a steady motion in and out of her pussy, our bodies moved together as one.

"You're mine now! Anytime I want, you're all mine, only mine!" I promised her.

"Oh, yes, anytime you want! Yes, baby, I'm yours! Only yours! Oh, fuck me. Fuck me good!"

"I always will," I promised her.

Geri spread her legs as wide as she could and pushed her hips upward to meet my thrusts as I maintained a slow, hard rhythm, my long familiarity with her body guiding my pace. Geri's soft moans and quiet but intense cries encouraged me wordlessly. Even as small orgasms rocked her body, I could sense her building to a grand climax.

Soon, I was getting close, my thrusts becoming more urgent, my balls slapped against her. She cried out, and I grunted as I shot my load inside her pussy. She dropped her head onto my shoulder, holding my sweaty body close, our breathing heavy even as my cock pumped her full. My semen was inside her now. I had taken her and made her my own again.

We climaxed together, like when we were young, an electric arc coursing between us, leaving our bodies trembling and our brains in a fog.

We fell together, sweaty, panting, and I held her close until my dick softened and slipped out of her. We sat together, kissing and holding each other for a while, until we started giggling. Geri started first, then I joined in. Both of us were naked, carefree, laughing together on the beach.

"That was amazing, Hugh! I'm not sure I could survive another orgasm that intense. Oooh, that was so good." She said, kissing me.

"The next one will be even better," I promised, kissing her back.

Chapter 15

I helped her up, and we used the beach shower in the cabana to clean up a little before walking naked along the sand and surf, letting the cool night air dry us. We dressed before returning to the resort and stopped in the bar for a nightcap. There was an excellent band playing, and a younger audience danced on the crowded floor. We joined them, and Geri's body moved to the rhythm as we talked.

"You know," she started, cocktails in hand, leaning in and confiding in me. "When you first pointed Wolf out to me, I was excited to have two stallions in my bed." She sighed, "But you became almost timid, acting nervous almost immediately. I was concerned that your real fantasy was to be submissive, so I pushed and pushed, trying to get the confident, self-assured man I married to appear."

I nodded. "I was filled with regret from the moment you walked over, then shame for each second I let it continue, but I loved seeing you so brash and assertive. I didn't know what to do. I just played along for you," I confessed, shrugging. "Until I finally got your message."

She kissed me. "I can be even more assertive, even dirtier, for a strong man." She whispered, grinning.

"Or men?" I asked, teasingly.

Geri giggled, kissed me, and said, "Hmm, maybe."

The band started a cover of "Words to Me" by Sugar Ray. I heard the familiar lyric: "One night can make a difference, please don't leave me hanging on and on..." just as I looked over and saw her.

From the bar, a tall, lithe blond woman with pale skin and bright blue eyes glided toward our table. Her snug, sheer blouse hinted at curves with every movement, while her narrow waist flared into hips that swayed in a slow, hypnotic rhythm in time with the song as she approached.

The band sang:

"Get up! Get up! Get up! And I'm gonna

Pick you up and take you where I wanna..."

Her full lips curved in a knowing smile as she handed me a card, winked, and left. Geri glanced at the card, then watched her walk away, her eyes locked onto her long, graceful legs and tight, sexy ass.

I grinned at Geri, explaining, "That was Freya, Raven's partner. They've invited us up to their room for drinks."

Geri looked back at me, her eyes wide.

I heard two familiar voices and looked up just in time to see Wolf leading a laughing Raven to the elevator, Freya following right behind.

Geri grabbed my hand, and we ran together, catching the door before it closed.

END