I have been married to Karen for 12 years. We have no children. Karen is 5'4", around 125 lbs., with a truly beautiful face and (at the time) small breasts with large, jutting puffy nipples. She has always been very shy to the point she is uncomfortable discussing anything sexual, although she did fuck a lot of guys, including several close mutual friends, in high school.
Several years earlier Karen learned of my adulterous affair with a client's secretary, and this ultimately led to Karen getting revenge by screwing the owner of a print shop her company did a lot of business with. The guy she fucked was a strapping young Italian guy who had been pursuing her for some time, when she finally agreed to go out with him one night. She had told me she was at a business dinner, but didn't get home until after 2:00 AM.
I got up early the next morning and being suspicious, looked through her purse only to find a small, half empty travel tube of KY Jelly. At that point I knew she had actually fucked another man. I was surprised by the fact that for some reason it excited me, although why, I knew not (and still don't).
I confronted Karen with the evidence and she tearfully admitted she had fucked a business associate because she wanted to get back at me. When I told her I wasn't mad, she was initially confused, but soon realized that for whatever weird reason it was a HUGE turn on for me. We had amazing sex that afternoon as I coaxed her into describing every detail of the night before - how it took several large dollops of KY and forever just to work all of Tony's fat, heavy cock into her, how she experienced a thrashing orgasm when he finally sank into her all the way, and how light-headed she felt and how hard she climaxed when his fat penis wildly jerked inside her depositing a massive hot load of his spunk - the first of several over the course of the evening. And finally, how she had to wipe down the seat in our car when she got home because of the large gooey wet spot left by her full panties soaking through her skirt during the short drive. This set the stage for our fantasy almost every time we fucked thereafter.
The first time my wife fucked another man with my knowledge and encouragement was an evening several years later when we, like many others, we're experimenting with a smokable form of a popular powdered substance. A single hit after work, and my shy, conservative wife would immediately be wet and horny. I'd pull her panties off, get on my knees, and furiously eat her as she leaned against the breakfast bar, preparing the next hit. We would spend hours doing every horny thing we could think of (and on that stuff we could think of a lot) - taking photos, masturbating ourselves and each other, screwing in the car, on the kitchen table, at her office on her desk, etc.
After an hour of partying one night, we called a longtime married friend and fuck fantasy of Karen's, and drove over and picked him up under the guise that I was having marital problems and needed to talk. As we pulled out of their driveway, Karen popped up in the back seat, and informed our friend Mike that he was being kidnapped.
Back at our house we introduced him to this new form of getting high, and over the next two hours we all got blitzed. During this time I alluded to the fact Karen had always been attracted to Mike in a sexual way. He obviously enjoyed the compliment and said he felt the same. Even under the influence, it was somewhat awkward small talk. Finally, at midnight, we suggested he use the back bedroom to come down a little before I drove him home, and he agreed.
Karen and I went to our bedroom with the pipe and for the next half hour I had my face between her legs, telling her to imagine what Mike's cock would feel like sliding into her. Suddenly she jumped up, pulled on her Disney nightshirt, and left the bedroom. I laid there for several minutes wondering if she was really going to do it, and after she didn't return, I quietly ventured out into the living room where I heard my shy, conservative wife grunting softly in the back bedroom.
I crept to the bedroom door and found it ajar about a foot. In the dim light I was staring at the back of my friend kneeling on the bed, thrusting into Karen who was on her hands and knees. Mike's big penis pumping my wife's sopping cunt made incredibly loud slurping and sucking noises that coincided with Karen's escalating grunts (the first and only time I have ever heard her make that noise). Through his legs I could see his balls wildly slapping Karen's ass.
I quietly withdrew so I wouldn't be seen, and went back to the master bedroom where I smoked several large hits over the next twenty minutes or so as I listened to my wife groaning, grunting, then begging my best friend to fuck her as they hit a noisy, extended climax that lasted forever. Once it was quiet, I shut the door and sat down on the bed waiting for Karen.
In a couple minutes Karen quietly slipped in holding the nightshirt. She was shiny with sweat, and the air was suddenly filled with the heavy odor of sperm. Karen approached me, looked into my eyes, reached down and took my right hand, then placed it on her hot, soggy cunt. She said "I did it" with a wide-eyed smile.
My cock was throbbing against her stomach as I slowly inserted a couple fingers into Karen's hot pudding. I looked down and saw globs of Mike's cum oozing down her thigh. I pushed Karen down on the bed, and got down between her legs and spread them, catching my breath as Karen grabbed my cock and slowly started masturbating me. Without even thinking I thrust my tongue deep into my wife, and tasted the salty goo. Within moments she was moaning for me to fuck her as she pulled my cock to her steamy fold. I pushed into her and marveled at the incredible slickness that my friend's load provided, and I quickly added to that with a pounding climax I thought would never end.
Afterwards spunk pooled on the sheet between Karen's thighs, but we were too tired to do anything about it. Until we replaced the bed a few years later, the single large stain in the middle of the mattress bore testament to the horniest night of our lives.
An hour later I was awakened by Karen sucking my cock to erection, then climbing on top of me and fucking me so hard I thought the bed would break. An hour later she did the same thing again, and afterward I got up and drove my woozy friend back to his extremely angry wife.
On the way he ashamedly confided that he had fucked Karen, and I basically told him it was OK, that was the general plan. He offered to return the favor with his wife Lori, but unfortunately it never happened.
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