Wife tells all

My wife Nicole and I have been married for four years. The sex has always been great, as she is open and sharing, very flirtatious, and with a little stimulation, very horny. Nicole is 27, with beautiful brown hair and green eyes. Her 36Cs always draw stares, especially when she wears her patented low cut V-necks.

She has always been somewhat flirtatious, but has never given me any reason in the world to be jealous….. Nonetheless, when we were dating, I played the role of the jealous type more than I ever have in my life. She would always draw stares, and if I ever let her alone for a minute in a bar, she was always immediately the object of some frat boy or an-other's attention. A natural born flirt with a warm personality, I used to get mad if these conversations went on for what I thought was too long – it never turned into any major fighting, but she always knew that I had that jealous bone, and would usually tease me about it when I had cooled off.

Once we were married, and clearly happily with one another for the duration, I guess that jealousy bone faded, and I didn't even know it until last week.

Nicole and I went to a BBQ with a group of friends (hers mostly). There were about twenty of us there, including a guy that Nicole and a bunch of her friends had known since college – a guy by the name of Steve, who had been a star in Lacrosse, or some other obscure sport, and clearly held the admiration of all of the girls there. I noticed throughout the day that Steve talked an awful lot to Nicole, and as the day wore on and the number of beers everyone was consuming grew, Nicole was clearly flirting, however harmlessly, to the hilt.

For the first time in years, I felt the old jealousy set in a bit, especially after I tried to join their conversation, and felt like a bit of an outsider. Soon after, Nicole and I left, and as we said our goodbyes, I watched her give him a long, lingering hug.

"You and Steve seemed be spending a lot of time together," I mentioned on the way home.

"Yeah," she said, not taking the denial route I had expected. "That was more time than he ever made for me back in college. Pretty funny."

"Quite a hug you got at the end of the party, too," I said.

She laughed. Now she was getting it. "Oh, I see. Somebody's jealous of the attention I was giving to another boy," she teased. "I was thinking about you the whole time," she purred, rubbing my crotch teasingly.

Now I laughed. She knew how to diffuse the situation. "I don't believe you," I said.

"When we get home, I will prove it to you," she said.

When we did get home, we went straight to the bedroom, and began kissing and fondling, while slowly coming out of our clothes. "Now do you believe that I was thinking about you?" she asked, still teasing.

"No," I laughed. "Actually, I bet you are still thinking about Steve," I said, feeling her up.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked, truly unsure.

But something strange and different was coming over me. As jealous as I had been earlier, something about this was really getting to me now, and suddenly my wife's earlier flirtation was an incredible turn-on.

I leaned in and kissed her to show I was not trying to start something bad. I continued to massage her breast through her bra. "It means that I think this is what Steve wanted to do when he gave you that big hug," I said, still rubbing gently.

"I don't think so," she said, smiling a little. "Steve could probably do this to any girl he wanted to."

"Is that right?" I asked. "Is he that irresistible?"

"He's been around," she laughed. "That's for sure."

"I watched him as he hugged you," I said. "I saw him run his hand right over your breast," I said, lying, having seen no such thing.

"No, he didn't," she said, hitting me on the arm.

"Yes, he did," I countered. "He may as well have been feeling you up right in the middle of the barbecue."

She laughed. "You were right there. If it was so bad, why didn't you do anything to stop him?"

"Oh, so you're admitting you got felt up?"

She smiled at me. "I'm just saying you're right, he was not shy with his hands."

I had just made that part up. Was she making it up too or had this guy copped a feel not five feet from me? Either way it was turning me on in ways I couldn't explain or control.

"He really did feel you up a little, didn't he?" I asked, still caressing her, and rubbing her thighs.

"Would you be mad if he did? You know there wasn't anything I could do about it."

"No, I'm not mad," I said. "I can't blame him. You looked so good tonight, I'm sure he couldn't help himself."

"That's your answer," she laughed, incredulous. "If I go out of the house looking good, guys just have the right to feel me up?"

"If I recall," I said, working my way up to her panties now, "you are the one who offered the hug. I think you didn't mind getting a little feel."

"This is a new attitude," she said, very sexy. "If I want some guy to feel me up, it's OK with you?"

"As long as it doesn't get out of hand," I said.

She had been teasing me, toying with my chest, and finally reached down for my cock. When she found it, she found it was dripping with pre-cum, as I was enormously aroused already. She just looked me in the eye, realizing we had both found something that was clearly putting us in a great mood.

She suddenly grabbed my hand and made me stand up beside the bed. "Give me a hug," she said, "and show me what you mean by 'as long as it doesn't get out of hand'".

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You said it's OK for another guy to feel me up," she said. "I want you to give me a hug, as if you were another guy, and show me what you would consider OK and what you would consider 'out of hand'."

"OK," I said. "If I were Steve, and you had been flirting with me all night, and we went to hug each other goodbye"….

I reached out with both arms for a hug, but did not spread my arms, so much as move them toward her body. As I did, I made sure my right fingers slid gently over the fabric covering her left breast. When our arms were around each other, we squeezed for a moment, and as we detached, I made sure that my middle fingertip lingered and pressed right over her hard nipple through the material.

"… that would not be out of hand."

"Would NOT be out of hand?" she screamed. "Next time I see Steve, if I let him all but pinch my nipple, you don't think it's a problem?"

"Now that you have let him feel you up once," I said, "I'm sure he is going to try it again. We just have to be aware of the boundaries."

"First of all she said, I did not let him. But more than anything I want to know what is an 'appropriate boundary'."

"OK. Next time you see Steve – now that we both know he assumes he has won access to your breasts – I think it will be inappropriate if it goes any further than this."

I stepped in close to her, and said, in a deeper voice. "Hi Nicole. Great to see you again."

She laughed. "It's good to see you too, Steve."

I once again approached the hug with open palms, the hug beginning at the center of each breast, with my hands making their way slowly to the sides, and finally around her back. We held the embrace for about fifteen seconds, and as we began to move apart, I kept my hands glued to her, as if the only way to pull them loose was to bring them all the way around her body. When I had reached her breasts, I dropped one hand free, and with the other hand, paused near her nipple once again, and made slow, small circles for about ten seconds before backing away entirely.

"It can't go any further than that???" she said. "But it can go that far?"

"I think we need to be prepared for it going that far," I said. "It's as much my fault as it is yours. I saw him feeling you up, and I let him do it. Now he is probably going to feel entitled to do it every time he sees you."

"And that hug you just gave me," she questioned, "that was just the hello hug? What happens next time when we have to have a goodbye hug?"

"If it goes much further," I said, loving this, "people are going to notice. So, I think you will have to find a way to get away from everybody when you go to say goodbye. Maybe you can both forget your coats in a back bedroom or something."

"Oh, I see," she said, sarcastically. "And then what can I expect as a hug?"

"Probably like this," I said, but could not be so patient any longer. I took her in my arms, and kissed her deeply. I massaged her breasts, and pulled her panties to the floor.

For a moment, or so I thought, we were not in our fantasy any more, but back to just us, her tits in my mouth, her tongue on my neck. Then she pulled away, just as I began to let my fingertips dance on her incredibly wet pussy.

"You're telling me it would be OK if this happened with Steve and I?"

I stopped sucking on her, but kept petting. Now, I didn't know if she was serious. She was smiling seductively.

"I have to know," I said, smiling back at her. "Did he really feel you up?"

"Are you going to be mad?"

"No, of course not."

"Feeling up would be an exaggeration, but he definitely let his hand linger longer than it should have," she said, stroking me again. "He was probably just drunk."

"I know it's weird," I said, no longer in fantasy, "but right now I wish he had felt you up. I wish he had made an even bigger pass at you."

"You do?" she questioned, scrunching up her face. "Why? What would I have done if he did make a big pass?"

"I know you would have rejected him totally," I said. "But right now I wish we could be back at that barbecue, and I wish I could tell you how much it turns me on to know that he wants to grab your tits."

"Well, now you know," she said, grabbing my dick. "And I definitely believe that it turns you on."

"Would you be mad at me if I told you that I wish that after he felt you up, you could have snuck away with him, and kissed him, and let him feel you up some more?"

"Are you serious?" she asked. "That's so weird."

"What's so weird?"

"First of all, you feeling this way is weird. But also, it's weird because while we were talking he asked me if I wanted to go take a walk down to the store to buy some more beer."

"He did?" I couldn't believe it. I could not believe that this guy had been so blatantly hitting on my wife, apparently trying to get her alone, and I really couldn't believe how much I wish he had gotten the opportunity.

"Baby," I whispered, "this is nuts..... but..... God I wish you had taken a walk with him."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because then he would have tried something."

"Like what?"

"He would have tried to kiss you, feel your tits again."

"And you wish I had let him do that? Really?"

"Really. I know it's crazy, but I love the idea of him taking you off for a walk down the street, pulling you behind a tree, kissing you, and running his hands all over your body."

"And you love the idea of me letting him do that?"

"Yes."

She pulled away for a minute entirely. She looked me sternly in the eye.

"Honestly, you wish that had happened? Come on, you would have been so mad."

"I swear," I said, caressing her again, "if we could be transported back there right now, one minute before he asked you to go for a walk, I would have grabbed you and told you I wanted to hear later about you making out with him. I would have told you to ask him to go for a walk. I don't know what it is, but seeing you together tonight, it just turns me on like crazy to think about him getting the little taste of you he was after all night."

She relaxed a little and stared me in the eye. I could feel her getting wetter. "And if I took off with him, how far would you want it to go?" she asked.

"Before I answer," I said, "I have to know something."

"What?" she asked.

"If we ever saw him at a party or something again, and I told you that if he tried something, or asked you to go for a walk I wanted you to, would you do it?"

"Would I do what?" she asked, as we both smiled at each other, and continued our playful, slow petting. We realized we were both dancing around the same issue.

"Would you take a walk with him?"

"If you asked me to, I would."

"Would you let him kiss you?"

"What kind of kiss?"

"A real kiss," I said. "A long one - long enough that he could feel you up for a while over your shirt, and under your shirt."

She was dripping down my teasing fingers now. "Is that what you wish had happened tonight?" she asked.

"I wish so bad that that had happened," I said, honestly, looking at her beautiful breasts, and imagining his fingers finding her nipples through the soft lace. "Would you have let that happen if I had asked you to?"

"I don't know," she purred. "Maybe."

"Oh, my God," I breathed, crazy at my arousal. "I want you to be alone with him. I want to find a way to get you alone with him."

"Do you really think that's what he was up to when he asked me to take a walk?"

"Of course," I said. "He wanted to get you away from me and see if your attitude changed at all. Here's this irresistible guy who gets around. He wanted to see how far he could take thigs with this beautiful married woman. That's probably what that little feel at the end of the night was all about - to let you know that if your tits ever need a good massage, there's a pair of hands ready and waiting."

"Mmmm," she sighed. "Do you really wish he had gotten up my shirt? What if there were a party again tomorrow night and he was going to be there? What if I told you at the end of the night that when we disappeared, he kissed me and I kissed him back, and he felt me up for awhile, and when I didn't stop him, he just lifted up my bra and took my tits in his fingers. You wouldn't be mad? You wouldn't be jealous?"

My head was spinning. This scenario could be so close to real, and yet, with my dick throbbing, there was only one honest answer.

"Baby, that sounds so hot. I would only be mad at you if you made him stop there."

"I'm going to ask you one more time," she said, grinding her swollen lips against my fingers, and teasing my cock with her own. "Are you really serious?"

"Yes," I stuttered. "I am 100% serious. I want you to be alone with him. He already thinks that he has access to your breasts, so I know his hands will be braver next time."

"How far do you want it to go?"

"I want him to feel you up. I want your tits to get felt and squeezed and sucked."

"And sucked?" she asked. "You want him to take my shirt off?"

"I want you to find somewhere you can be totally alone. I want him to take your shirt all the way off, and enjoy every inch of your breasts with his tongue."

Suddenly, she shuddered, and despite very light petting, she trembled to an intense orgasm.

"What if he tries to do more?" she asked, after she had recovered a little.

"Like what?"

"What if he tries to get into my pants?"

"Now I want to know if you are serious," I said softly. "Would you like that? Would you like to feel Steve's fingers, Steve's lips on your entire body?"

"You are all I need," she said, kissing me gently.

"I know," I said. "Would you do it if I begged you to? Would you do it if I told you it would be the greatest turn-on for me in the world?" I was pinching her hard nipples as I said this, and she was shivering again.

"Yes," she said. "Would it really be the biggest turn-on you can think of? Letting him kiss me, and touch me, and lick me."

"Yes," I said.

"Me too." I couldn't believe it. My wife was telling me that having this guy feel her up, undress her, and kiss her naked body was the greatest turn-on she could think of, and instead of getting jealous, I was begging her to do it.

"How far would you let him go?" I asked.

"I would let him do everything you just said," she smiled. "But then I think he would try to get into my pants."

"Do you want him in your pants? You can tell me. It's OK. Do you want Steve to pull your panties down, tease your little lips with his fingers? Do you want to feel his tongue inside you?"

"Is that what you want?" she asked

"Yes," I said. "If Steve were here right now, I would move over and tell him to taste your sweet pussy."

"Oh, my GOD!" she cried out. "Fuck me. Please fuck me now."

With a burst of unbelievable will power I kept from simply sinking my meat deep inside her as I had wanted to since we got in the door. I instead just traced my pre-cum along her puffy lips, and looked her deep in the eyes.

"Baby, I love you," I said. "But before I fuck you, I want you to promise me something."

"What?" she moaned.

"I want you to promise me that you will make my dream come true."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"I want you to promise me that you will find a way as soon as possible to get Steve alone with you."

"Really?"

"Really."

"He's going to be at Denise's housewarming party in a couple weeks," she said.

I couldn't believe she had said that. That was so real - an actual event that he was almost certain to attend. And she was not saying no to my request, which I half-expected. She was not saying no by a long shot.

"Promise me you will find a way to get him alone with you?"

"What else am I promising?" she asked.

"I want you to promise me that you will make out with him, and give him total access to your tits."

"I promise. What else?"

"I want you to promise that by the end of that weekend, even if you have to meet up with him later that night, or the next day, that he will have tasted every last bit of your tongue, your tits, and your pussy."

"Oh, God," she screamed. "Do you really mean it?"

"Yes," I said, completely genuine. "I mean it so much. I want to know how much he likes your pussy. I want to hear about how hard he can make you come."

"I promise," she screamed. "I promise. Fuck me."

I finally planted myself inside of her, and told her to close her eyes and imagine Steve's mouth all over her body, and the dirty feeling of spreading her legs for a brand new tongue while I sat home and waited for her.

As we made love she must have asked me a hundred times if I really liked the idea of Steve doing those things to her, and I couldn't believe how honest I was in telling her yes.

I asked her if she got really turned on thinking that it was him she was feeling against her. "Tell me the truth," I said. "If you had known how much I would love it if you took that walk with him, would you have ended up with him at that little park around the corner?"

"I think so," she said. "If you had told me all this before tonight, I would definitely have gone on that walk."

"And if he took you to that park?" I asked.

"Then I think you would have been the second one to taste my tits tonight."

We made love for hours that night, and although it took a lot of work, I have convinced Nicole that I would be turned on out of my mind if she snuck away with him for a bit, or set up a date with him and really let him grope her, caress her, and feel that forbidden flesh on his tongue.

This scenario is replayed for us every time we get horny now, and a new b**st has been awakened in me. I honestly cannot wait until the next time Nicole sees Steve. The party is now just six days away, so we will see.

She really loves the idea that he now thinks he has gained access to her breasts, and that things can easily progress from there. Last night as I was eating her out, she told me to "leave a little for Steve" and it drove me nuts.

He strikes me as the kind of guy that is just self-confident enough to think he has won access to my wife's gorgeous breasts and pussy just by flashing his big smile. Even though I know it is a crazy thing to do, every time I get turned on, I find myself all but begging her to feed her beautiful body to him.

She has asked me a million different questions about how far she can let him go, and we have mutually agreed that we will find a way to make the meeting happen, and she should make out with him and let him have total access to her tits, and, if he is so bold, she should not stop him from pleasing her pussy with fingers and tongue. The thought of her totally nude with him is an unparalleled rush.

"You're not worried that that might be a little too far?" she asked.

"Is what too far?"

"You telling me to let him eat me out?"

"When he's kissing your lips and your neck and your ears, don't you think you are going to want to feel that tongue on your sweet pussy?"

"Yes," she cooed, almost completely uninhibited now.

"This is for me as much as you, baby," I told her. "It's not fair for me to ask you to get your pussy all worked up, and not get satisfied. Don't you think you'll need his tongue to be satisfied?"

"I think so," she said teasingly. "Especially when I've got his cock in my mouth."

We have agreed that she should reciprocate by giving him a delicious blow job. She went down on me this morning for the first time in weeks, teasing me that she needed to be in perfect practice. My insane fire of Jealousy and arousal has not dwindled, and I came just after she told me this.

She has been pushing me and pushing me about what she can do if he tries to put his dick inside her. We have agreed that she will tell him he has to wait until next time, as we both want to feel what it's like for both of us to share in her experiences just short of fucking him.

Yesterday afternoon, her friend called to make sure she was coming to the party, and after she said she would, I heard her slyly ask who else will be there. A small part of me hoped that Steve would not be included, as I am still a little bit scared about all this. But when Nicole got off the phone, she came and just about attacked me, and I knew the news before she even told me.

This is all new and crazy. I still am not ready to let her go all the way, but if this goes well and I enjoy hearing about her adventure as much as I am sure I will, I have a feeling that my begging her to give her pussy away to him for a night to do whatever he pleases is very close at hand.

She has been hesitant only about my true feelings, but amazingly, once she was convinced that this would be a total turn-on for me, she does not seem very hesitant about sharing her body. Again, this evokes a tinge of insane jealousy in me, eclipsed only by my total arousal at the thought of every detail of her seduction and submission to his advances.

She has promised me many times now, (just before cumming harder than I have ever seen her), that by the end of next weekend, whether it means inviting him out for a drink, or taking him up on that walk (maybe to his car for a quick spin), she will make sure she gets felt up, gets his tongue in her pussy, his cock in her mouth, and (the promise is evolving), if everything goes well, a future date to give herself to him entirely.

I love that my wife is a woman of her word.

Part 2

After incredible nights of constant fantasizing and incredible sex, the housewarming party finally arrived last night. At work yesterday, I could concentrate on nothing, as my stomach kept turning in loops, and my cock kept growing in my slacks, as all I could think about were my wife's horny promises.

To recap, we attended a barbecue two weeks ago in which my wife ran into an old classmate from college named Steve. I watched Steve and Nicole talking and flirting all evening, and got incredibly, inexplicably aroused. At the end of the party, as they hugged goodbye, Steve discreetly snuck a feel of my wife's breast. When we talked about it later, we both surprised each other with how much it turned the other on, and how much more than just the simple brush of fingers across her tit we both wished we had to talk about.

After several nights of imagining what Nicole could allow Steve to do next time we saw him, she finally broke through all the walls of hesitation. Convinced that I really wanted it, she promised to do everything in her power to see to it that a number of sexual things would happen at the housewarming party, as the event was being thrown by a mutual friend, and we knew Steve would be attending.

When I got home from work last night, I found her waiting for me at the front door, and, in a mutual state of excitement, we began kissing at the front door like we hadn't seen each other in months. "I feel used," I said, breaking the kiss.

She laughed. "What do you mean?"

"I know you're just practicing on me, so you're ready to do this to that other guy tonight."

"I bet he doesn't even talk to me tonight."

"I bet he's going to do a lot more than talk to you tonight."

"I've got to get dressed," she said, smiling, and ran off toward the bedroom.

A few minutes later, I made my way back to the bedroom to see what Nicole had picked out for the evening. She had obviously been planning it, as she was nearly dressed already. She had on a fairly short black skirt with black sheer hose, and a tight bright red shirt whose neckline dived aroused toward the line of cleavage certain to grab any man's attention. She looked fantastic.

"God you look good," I said, bending over and kissing her on the back of the neck as she pulled up her hose. "There's just one thing I want you to change."

"What's that?" she asked.

"No bra tonight. You don't need it."

"I'll look slutty without a bra," she protested.

"No you won't," I said. "You'll look even more sexy. When you're in a big crowd, you can just wear your jacket."

She stood and looked at herself in the mirror. I grabbed her and began kissing her again, slowly working my hands through her hair, gently on her face, down her neck, rubbing her shoulders, and finally to the crest formed where the neck of her shirt ended at her breasts. Slowly I worked my fingers inside the material of the shirt, caressing the exposed area of her breast. As I slid my fingers further, I stopped as I ran into the knit of her bra.

"You feel so good," I whispered. "But I don't want your bra to get in Steve's way."

She squeezed me tight, whispering also. "Are you sure you want to let him do this? If I take off the bra, it's only going to make me horny tonight. Are you sure you want me to go to this party horny, with my tits on display?"

"Yes. I want your tits to be on display." I slowly reached in the back of her shirt and unclasped the bra.

"Why?"

"I want you to get Steve's attention again. He's going to remember feeling you up a couple weeks ago, and when he sees you tonight with your tits pressed tight in that shirt, and your nipples poking through, he's going to know you liked it. He's going to know that you want it to happen again."

As I said this, she slowly reached in through a sleeve and pulled the bra free in that easy manner only a woman can.

"I have a plan," she whispered, rubbing herself against me.

This took me completely by surprise. A plan? How much time had she spent dreaming up ways to give her body to this guy? However long, I knew it was nowhere near the time I had spent, and it turned me on like crazy to think that she was plotting to find ways to do……. God knows what. "What's your plan?"

"We're supposed to bring ice cream," she said. "To go with the pie for dessert. But we're going to forget."

I understood immediately, and felt my stomach tying in knots at the implications of this. She was REALLY going to go for it.

"And when you have to run down to the store to grab the ice cream," I said, following her lead, "you're going to take Steve with you."

"Only if you tell me to," she said. "I'll do what you tell me to."

"What if I tell you to take him to the store with you?"

"Then I will."

"If I tell you that when you get down to the car I want you to kiss him?"

She looked at me strangely. "Me to kiss him?"

"If he doesn't try it first. To let him know it's OK."

"I will be very flirtatious and I will let him kiss me. That was our promise."

"OK. Remind me about the rest of your promise," I said, sliding my hand slowly up her skirt, and feeling how hot she was already.

"No. You tell me," she cooed, grinding her hips into me. "They're your rules. What are my promises? You have to remind me now, because we might not get a chance to talk about it once we're at the party."

I couldn't believe how hot I was getting, and I really couldn't believe how hot she was getting. Even though this kind of talk had been driving her crazy every night for two weeks, this was different. We were going to see the man of our fantasies in less than an hour, and she was on stimulation overdrive.

"OK," I said. "I want you to promise that once you are alone with him, you will let him explore your whole mouth with his tongue."

"I promise," she said, kissing my neck as she listened.

"I want you to promise that tonight your tits belong to Steve."

"Belong to him?"

"Yes. If he wants to squeeze them, rub them, pull up your shirt to enjoy them, lick them, kiss them, suck them, I want you to let him. And I want you to let him know that you enjoy it all."

"Oh, God. I promise," she said. "What else?"

I slid my fingers all the way up her skirt now and found the puddle that was her panties.

"I didn't know if you really wanted him to get to enjoy your pussy tonight," I said. "I thought that maybe you would decide that was too far."

"You did?" she asked slowly, with a trace of disappointment.

"I wasn't sure until just a few minutes ago," I continued. "But when I came in here and saw you in this skirt, I knew you did it to make sure he would know your pussy was available."

I began fingering her just a little now, slowly, teasingly. "Isn't that true?" I asked.

She simply moaned and did not answer. "It's OK, baby," I said. "I love you and I love that you want to get fingered tonight, but I want to hear you say it. Isn't it true that you wore a skirt tonight to make it easy for Steve to make a move on your pussy?"

"Yes," she moaned, without missing a beat.

"Oh, God," I moaned, knowing I should be putting an end to all this, but driven so wild by the idea that I wouldn't dare.

Nicole looked me in the eye. "Is that OK? Do you want me to wear something else?"

"No, baby," I whispered. "I love what you're wearing. I love knowing that your pussy is probably going to get spread tonight by a brand new set of fingers, or even a brand new tongue."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Nic," I whispered, "your pussy is too damn hot, too delicious for me to keep it to myself forever. I want you to share it with someone who is going to really enjoy it."

She was so excited by this she was shaking. "Do you think I should go without my panties too?" she asked. This was not something she would normally say, let alone do.

"Do you want to?" I asked.

"I think so," she said. "I want to be able to keep all my promises to you, and I know how horny I will be all night if I am not wearing my bra or panties. As long as I can stay that horny, I can do my best to keep my promises."

I slowly reached up inside her skirt with both hands, and she wiggled a little to help, as I pulled the black lace panties down her legs and laid them on the bed. I looked down at her there with her shirt pulled so tight it looked like her breasts were ready to burst. Her nipples looked like thimbles pressing against the flimsy material, and her skirt was pulled up just enough that her swollen lips were glistening against the light of the room. She looked absolutely beautiful – like nobody I ever could have imagined laying here like this for me. And now, rather than simply tearing her clothes off, skipping the party, and spending the night ravaging my gorgeous wife, I was pleading with her to shed her undergarments so that she would be sure to let this arrogant stranger know that her every inch of flesh was available to him tonight.

It is not a phenomenon I can explain, but there I was, looking at this portrait of incomparable beauty, hot and horny, and thinking, with excitement, that another man might very well get exactly this view later in the evening while I sat in a crowded room waiting for my wife to get back with the ice cream. Every promise she made sent a spasm of intense jealousy coursing through my system, but those spasms all somehow ended up as fuel for that great fire of arousal I felt at the thought that my wife had put on a skirt tonight in hopes that this cocky ex-jock might finger-fuck her, or more.

"You're so wet," I whispered. "Are you so wet from thinking about a new tongue licking you clean?"

"Yes, baby," she said, with no hesitation. "I can't believe how good it sounds."

It seemed like the drive to the party took hours. I kept looking over at Nicole, smiling, encouraging. I was thinking that prior to two weeks ago, I never would have thought the shirt she was wearing would be appropriate to wear to an occasion like this bra less. Even with her jacket pulled over her shoulders, there was no mistaking the incredible protrusion cast forth by her nipples, as an intoxicating mix of desire and cold had rendered them permanently perky.

I found a parking spot and leaned in to kiss her before exiting the car. "You look so fucking hot."

"Tell me one more time," she said. "I really don't think anything will happen, but tell me one more time what you hope happens."

I looked her right in the eye. "I hope Steve is here tonight, and I hope you flirt with him, rub up against him, let him know that you hope that tit-grab he made last time was not the last. I hope he asks you to take another walk, or agrees to go with you to the store, and I hope you get lost somehow – at least that's what you will tell the rest of us."

"What do you want to be the real story?"

"I want the real story to be that he attacked you with kisses. That he went to put his hand up your shirt and you did nothing to stop him. That he lifted your shirt all the way up to your neck and just set your tits free so he could lick you and suck you and bite you. I want the real story to be that while he was devouring your gorgeous breasts, he began to try to climb with his hand up your skirt. "

"I can't believe I don't have panties on," she panted. "What else do you want to hear?"

"I want to hear about how surprised he is when you spread your legs even wider, and he discovers that you have no panties. That you tell him that you didn't wear panties because you knew he was going to be here. I want the real story to be that you stop him right there, tell him you have to get back to the party. That you make a date with him some time very soon, maybe even later tonight, where you promise him a wonderful blow job if he will finish with his tongue what he started with his fingers."

Nicole stared back at me. "I am so incredibly wet," she said. "Are you sure you want all that? Are you sure you can handle everything you're asking for?"

"I'm not asking for it, baby. I am begging for it. I want it that bad."

We entered the party in a bit of a haze, but things returned to normal when we were amongst the few people at the party that we know pretty well. Nicole immediately grabbed a margarita, and pulled her jacket tight around her, suddenly self-conscious about her lack of apparel. I got to thinking that this was probably going to be little more than a fantasy we could use for several more weeks to get ourselves worked up, but that reality was an entirely different game.

Nicole and I made small talk, and I noticed that there was no sign of Steve. "I don't think you're wearing any panties," I whispered to her at one point. She gave me a false angry glare.

In the middle of our private playing, the attention of the room turned toward the front door, where Steve, the "irresistible" charmer (and a salesman, of course) had entered the room. He hugged the host, and shook a couple of hands, and I wondered if Nicole was suddenly feeling as strange about our fantasies as I was.

Gently, she poked me in the ribs. I lowered my head to her and she whispered "Is that who my tits belong to tonight?"

I looked at her wide-eyed as she downed the rest of her margarita in a big gulp. "Yes," I mouthed, and she laughed.

Part of me wanted to bend down and whisper that it was all off, everything was just a fantasy, and it was over now. But, everything was not just a fantasy. My wife had worn a tight-fitting shirt with no bra, and a short skirt with no panties, and had admitted it was in hopes that this real man would see it as an opportunity to make her his sexual plaything. That was not a fantasy. Thinking about her running her fingers through his hair as he kissed her naked body was still a fantasy, but it was a fantasy that I could not keep myself from craving desperately.

So, I stepped away.

I had been at my wife's side since we got to the party, but as Steve approached, I simply stepped away toward the small table of hors d'ouevres to leave her to her own defenses.

I watched him approach slowly, and watched her turn, her face suddenly aglow, as if she had just noticed his arrival. She threw her arms wide, and I watched carefully as he moved in for a hug. He wrapped her up and pulled her close. I didn't see anything that was suggestive of friendly fingers, but it was a hug that went on longer than the occasion called for. "I'm so glad you're here," I saw her say, and my heart began racing.

She was not being nearly so cautious with her jacket now, and even from halfway across the room, I could see her pert little nipples at full attention, beaming out at Steve, not two feet away.

Feeling like a bit of a spectacle all by myself, I struck up a conversation with a small group where I could keep an eye on Nicole.

She was laughing, and touching him A LOT. Touching his arms, touching his shoulder when he said something funny. Leaning in to hear better when the room was a little loud, and pressing against his chest. From the two protrusions that never withdrew from her shirt, I could tell that the effect of not wearing any bra or panties was, indeed, lasting all night for her.

After a few minutes, I saw her making her way toward me. I stepped out of the small group and turned to her.

"Steve just got one of those new Nissan SUVs," she said, raising her eyebrows at me. "He's going to take me to have a look at it."

My heart leapt into my throat. Nicole had absolutely no interest in Nissans or in SUVs. They had chatted for all of about ten minutes – she had had just two drinks, and she was heading off into the incredibly cold evening, sans bra and panties, entirely alone with the man I had been begging her for two weeks to share herself with.

I leaned in to whisper. "What are you going to let him have a look at?" I asked.

"I'll let you know," she said, with a mixture of excitement and nerves.

"Have fun, honey," I said, my knees feeling weak.

She waved to him that she was coming, and leaned into me, whispering quickly.

"Honey, the way he keeps looking me up and down, like he knows I'm not wearing anything underneath, or like he knows it's for him…… if you want me to stop this, you have to tell me right now, because I think when I go out to the car, he's going to make a move."

"Have a good time, and tell me all about it," I whispered back, despite the fact I thought I was going to lose the cheese and crackers I had just consumed.

She raised her eyebrows at me and smiled, then scampered off toward Steve, who held the door open for her, as the two quietly disappeared from the house.

I looked around the strange party, and everyone was carrying on as if nothing had happened, as if this was just a normal cocktail party, as if my wife had not just gone off, full of tequila, and without underwear, to jump in the car with a handsy guy for the sole purpose of offering her body to him.

It's hard to describe the next fifteen minutes: the excitement, the pain, the anticipation, the jealousy, the hard to conceal hard-on, the two trips to the bathroom, the feeling that I had just risked my wife on a spin of the roulette wheel, and was waiting for the ball to fall. After ten minutes, it became clear to me that she was in his arms. There was no reason to be gone that long.

A couple my wife knows tried to engage me in conversation, and I nodded and feigned laughing, and had no idea what nonsense they were trying to impart. I only knew that my horny wife was somewhere with a horny single guy for whom I had begged her to undress, for whom I had begged her to swallow his cock.

Finally, they came back in together, and nothing really seemed out of place. She didn't look disheveled, he didn't look like he needed to zip back up. Finally, I felt my lungs fill with air again, and felt a moment of foolishness for bubbling over when all Nicole had likely done was taken a little spin in his new car.

She made her way over toward me slowly, and I motioned with my head for her to follow me to the empty kitchen.

She met me in the kitchen, and blew me a kiss with her lips.

"Did you have a good time?" I asked.

"Are you having a good time?" she asked.

"I don't think that's the important question right now," I said, laughing.

"Actually, I think it is very important. Are you OK with everything?"

"What is everything? Did he try something?"

"Yes," she said, with a serious expression. "He did try something."

Despite the near collapse of my heart in my chest, I managed to arouse the adrenaline of all my fantasies coming to life, the rush of crossing that line.

I smiled at her. "Was he successful?"

"Yes," she said. "There wasn't much in the way to stop him."

"Stop him from what?" I asked.

"Are you sure we are still OK?" she asked.

"We're perfect," I said, comfortingly. "I want to hear about this. There wasn't much in the way to stop him from what exactly? Please tell me."

"From my body."

"I am so hard right now," I stammered. "He touched you?"

She began to relax a little. "Yes."

"And kissed you?"

"Oh yeah."

"Where did he touch you?"

"Remember when we agreed that my tits belong to him?"

"Yes."

"Well, he definitely staked his claim," she giggled.

I was speechless for a moment. Nicole looked down at her chest.

"Is my shirt on inside out?" she asked, smiling at me wickedly.

"How far did it go?" I asked.

She leaned in to whisper the answer to me.

"We took a little drive, pulled over, and he told me to switch with him, and try driving the car. We started trying to switch by climbing over each other inside the car since it was cold, and we ended up pinned against each other. Just like that we were kissing, and his hands were exploring, and then he had my tits in his mouth and his hand moving up my skirt."

"What did you do?"

"I did what you told me to."

"Oh, baby. Tell me what you did exactly."

"I spread my legs for him, and told him how good it felt."

"He got his fingers inside you?"

"No, he was caressing my thigh, and sucking on me. Are you sure you are OK?"

"Yes," I said. "I just can't believe it happened so fast."

I couldn't believe it. In just twenty minutes, this guy had turned my beautiful wife into a sexual a****l for his pleasure, and it had only taken my prodding to get her to share her sexual charms.

"How long did he suck on your tits?"

"About five minutes."

"Then what?"

"I told him we needed to get back. I wasn't sure how long we had been gone."

"What did he say?"

"He told me I was beautiful and he told me he wanted to fuck me."

"What did you say to that?"

"You have to promise you won't get mad."

"Oh, God, I promise," I said. "What did you say?"

"I told him I might fuck him later. But I told him I would have to ask you if it was OK."

"You told him I knew about this?"

"I didn't know what to say. I just wanted to let him know that you were OK with everything."

"What did he say?"

"He thought it was kind of funny. I told him that I had promised you to try to get him alone with me, and he said I would have to thank you for him."

"And now you told him that you might fuck him?"

"I'm sorry. I guess I just got carried away."

"Don't be sorry. It's OK. Do you want to?"

"To fuck him? I don't know. What do you think?"

I caressed her cheek and smiled at her, as the truth came crashing in. She had told him that she just had to ask me. Of course she wanted to!

"You have to promise me one thing," I whispered into her ear, holding her close against me, and feeling the warmth from her breasts on my chest.

"What's that?"

"You have to promise to tell me all about how his dick feels sliding in and out of your pussy."

Her eyes went open in shock, but her fingers clenched my neck tightly.

"Are you sure?" she asked in low tones, disbelieving. "That's not what we had talked about."

I thought about this as if split in two. Part of me was crushed that it had gone this far already, but part of me wanted to hear what this tale would offer if I let it follow to its natural conclusion.

"If that's what your pussy wants," I whispered, "I want to share you all the way."

"Really?" she asked.

"Really," I said. "I always knew when we started this that what I really wanted was to let him fuck you. I just didn't know it would be this soon."

"Are you sure? This is what you really want? This will turn you on?"

"I want you to go out there, find him, and tell him that you will fuck him tonight."

She exhaled deeply. "He told me that if you were OK with it, he would take me to his place after the party and drop me off at home later."

This was unbelievable. Our fantasy had gone from far-fetched to in-my-face reality in the blink of an eye. He had already asked to fuck her, and she had let him know that the only thing keeping his dick from impaling her in that car was getting the go-ahead from me. It also meant that when he took her home later, he would be doing so knowing that I had encouraged her, hell, begged her to fuck him silly.

"Go out there now and tell him he has a date."

"I'm shocked," she said. "I really thought you would be mad."

"I love you," I said, and kissed her gently.

"I love you too," she said.

Just then, a couple of guys came in, looking for something in the kitchen, but quickly left and shut the door behind them, thinking they had interrupted a tender moment.

"It's OK," I wanted to yell, finding the whole thing absurd, hilarious, and unbelievably arousing. "It's just me convincing my wife to go turbo-slut for another man."

We wandered back out into the party, and after chatting with a couple of friends for a moment, I saw Nicole looking over in Steve's direction, where three women were crowded around him, laughing in hyper, juvenile fashion at everything he had to say.

"It looks like I have some competition," she said. This was also absurd and hilarious. No matter how hard they tried to flirt with him, it was my wife he was going to be fucking tonight. They had already lost the game.

"Are you worried about your competition?" I asked.

"No. I think I kind of like the challenge," she said, smiling at me teasingly.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"I'm going to go let him know that he has my husband's approval to do anything he wants to me tonight." She giggled.

"Hey, wait a second," I whispered. "I don't know about 'anything he wants.'"

"Oh, no?" she asked. "Then you better tell me what he isn't allowed to do, because I'm going to need to know."

I thought it about it a minute, as Nicole pressed in close to me again, gazing lovingly and teasingly into my eyes. I finally decided she was right - the boundaries were gone, and now it was just a matter of letting him know that I had granted full permission for anything he could conceive of doing to my wife.

"Actually," I said, "you're right. He can do anything he wants."

"You have exactly three seconds left to change your mind," she said. "I'm going to be giving him the good news in three....two.....one....."

I only smiled as she sauntered away.

As soon as Nicole appeared at his side, he began to give his attention to her, and the other unlucky ladies peeled away one by one. That's when I saw Nicole say something to him, not making complete eye contact, but still smiling that sultry smile. Again, I could see her nipples fighting against the fabric of her shirt.

I saw Steve's eyes go somewhat wide, and could read his lips clearly enough to make out "Really?" Nicole nodded, and I saw that charming smile widen across his face. And I knew that he knew what the night held in store. After a moment, I saw her look over at me as he was talking and then laugh uproariously.

I don't know how many husbands can possibly relate to the sensation of watching their wives walk up to a basic stranger and offer up their body for a night of pleasure, away from the encouraging husband, but I am wont to say I doubt if there is anything more strange and exciting in the world.

The rest of what would otherwise have been a very boring party dragged on for an eternity. Nicole had been splitting her time between me and Steve, and had confirmed to me that she had let him know that she would love to take him up on his offer, and that he had been surprised and excited.

I asked her what I had seen her laughing so hard about after she had told him. She blushed a little and got hesitant. "It was about you."

"What?" I chided. "What did you say?"

"He asked if it was OK with you, and I told him you were absolutely fine with it. Then he just shook his head and said 'Wow, I don't know him, but you tell him he is a good man.'"

"You just remember that," I said.

"I will," she said laughing.

As the evening began to wind down, Nicole came back over to me and told me she thought it was time we got going.

"What about……" I said, letting it hang, as there were people around.

She simply motioned with her head toward the door, like let's get out of here.

As we walked out toward the car, Nicole explained it to me. Steve was parked just around the corner, and we would simply wait a few minutes, so nobody saw them leave together, and then she would leave our car, head around the corner, and hop in his. Apparently, as good a man as Steve thought I was, he wanted in no way to see me face to face. I can't say that I blamed him.

"I also wanted to come out with you here alone for a minute to ask you one last time," she said, seriously now, though a little slurred, as she had pushed back quite a number of margaritas. "Are you sure this is OK?"

"It's all a little crazy," I said, pulling her close to me again. "But I was so turned on when you went out to the car with him. I can't wait til you get home tonight. Just promise me that you will be home tonight. Please don't fall asleep over there."

She giggled a little. "I promise. I really don't think he's inviting me over to do any sleeping."

"I have to know," I said, knowing the answer very well by now, but wanting strangely to hear it one last time. "What would you say is the percentage chance that you are going to let him fuck you?"

"Do you want him to fuck me?"

"Yes," I stammered, almost another person altogether now, not believing I was saying, but certainly speaking from the heart.

"Tell me one more time," she said. "Tell me that you want me to fuck Steve."

"Nicole, what I really want is for you to fuck Steve."

"Then I would say there is a 99% chance of your wife getting laid tonight by another man."

It was absolutely incredible and other-worldly to be hearing her say this. "Are you excited about feeling a new dick up inside you?"

"Yes," she said. "I'm even more excited about telling you all about it."

With that, she kissed me on the lips, told me she loved me, and disappeared into the cold night, to be heated by the kisses, the embraces, and the pumping sperm of another man.

Needless to say, the next three hours at home were insufferable. I was near the brink of tears one minute, then hard as a rock, and fighting the urge to jerk myself off thinking about the state of undress, and the insane, inexplicable contortion my wife's body was probably in at that very moment.

At about 2:30, three and a half hours after she had departed, I heard a car door shut, and I leapt from the bed (where I hadn't approached sleep) to greet her.

She came through the front door, and the first thing that struck me was her big smile. She came and put her arms around me, and began sucking on my neck, working her fingers immediately into my boxers. I slowed her down.

"How was it?" I asked nervously.

"It was great," she said. "But I'm glad I'm back here with you."

That was nice to hear. I began to calm a little.

"Did you get a new dick in you?"

"I'll tell you all about it." She pulled me by the hand back to the bedroom, and I tore off her clothes. Her nipples were red, and clearly incredibly-well sucked. "Tell me how your tits got to look so red, so sucked," I said.

"We went over to his place," she began, "and just kissed and kissed on his couch. After he was so aggressive in the car, it was really nice. We just kissed for about fifteen minutes, and then he slowly started to feel me up."

"Over your shirt or under your shirt?" I asked.

"He was rubbing me gently over my shirt, and then I just lifted it up and took it off," she said, looking me in the eye seductively, teasingly. "I think that really surprised him. But then he got more aggressive again, and started sucking on my tits. While he was doing that, I undid my skirt in the back, and he led me back to his bedroom. He has a really nice place."

"Did you just leave your shirt on the couch?"

She smiled. "Yeah, baby. I just left it out there. I knew I wasn't going to be needing it for a while."

"Then did you take your skirt off?"

"As soon as we got into his room, he got on his knees, took his shirt off, and then slipped my skirt to the floor. It was really strange, really exciting. I was standing over him, totally naked, and he just started to kiss my thighs."

"What did you do?"

"I just started running my fingers through his hair."

"Did he eat you out?"

She laughed. "Slow down," she commanded. "Steve took it slow, now you have to."

I looked at her with anxiety. I wanted to hear the rest of the story. Laughing, she pulled me down on the bed face to face with her, and whispered, "I just don't want you to get jealous when you find out that you're going to be the second one to taste my pussy tonight."

This was too erotic, too crazy. I was picturing Mr. Suave, on his knees, kissing my wife's naked thighs, his nose just an inch away from her pussy, her hands running through his hair, all in the name of warming her up for the tongue-bath he was about to give her clit.

"He kissed my thighs for about ten minutes, and he kept coming close to my pussy with his tongue and with his hands, but just teasing me. I was squirming and whimpering a little, and finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and I just grabbed his head in both hands, and pushed it between my legs."

"Did you really?" I asked, beside myself.

"Yes," she said. "I wasn't going to be able to stand up straight much longer, so I buried his face in my muff, and then he just pushed me back on the bed, and licked me and licked me."

"Did it feel good?"

"It felt so good. He totally knew what he was doing. I think he's done a lot of that, and he knew just how to play with my clit. He was rubbing his thumb on my clit in circles, then sucking me inside his mouth. When he put two fingers inside me and started moving his tongue faster on my clit, I came so hard I was shaking."

"Oh, my God," I said. "I cannot fucking believe that. You came on his tongue? Did you suck his dick?"

"I was going to, baby. But after he had eaten me out, and after he took all of his clothes off, I just wanted to feel him inside my pussy."

"Oh, my God," I said, and I could feel my dick, untouched, just about to burst. "I'm going to cum," I told Nicole.

Nicole reached down to give me a little love squeeze, and on contact, I came all over her hand.

She screamed a giddy scream. "I can't believe how much this gets you off," she said, amazed.

She grabbed a tissue, and wiped me off a little, and before she was done wiping me down, I had a full erection again. I had never experienced anything like this – any of it.

"This really does it for you," she proclaimed, in amazement. "I'm telling you that another guy laid me down on my back, squeezed on my tits, pushed his tongue inside me, licked my clit clean, and told me that he wanted to fuck me, and you get harder, faster than I have ever seen you get in my life?"

"I can't explain it, honey," I said. "Tell me about when he fucked you."

"OK." She pushed me back, and gently stroked my balls, gliding her fingernails, teasingly, just a little way up my shaft.

"After he made me come with his tongue, he lay down on the bed with me, and we kissed some more. I was stroking his dick just like I'm doing to you right now. Then he asked me about you."

"What?" I said, and she laughed. "What did he say?"

"He told me he thought he owed you a nice Christmas present or something."

"He said that? That he owes me a Christmas present?" I laughed. "What am I going to get?"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"Honey, if I haven't gotten mad yet, I think you're pretty much in the clear." She laughed.

"I told him that the best present he could give you was a really good story about how he put his dick inside me and made me come again."

"You didn't? I can't believe you said that."

"I did," she said, with that same devilish grin.

"What did he say?"

"He told me that he didn't think that would be a problem at all. Then he rolled over, started sucking on my tits again, and he started slowly rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy. He had me totally moaning again, and then, he slowly sunk his dick inside me, and pulled himself up off of me, and we both kind of watched as his entire dick disappeared inside of me."

"Oh, my God. I can't believe my baby got laid," I screamed.

She laughed. "I got laid so good, baby. He was just slowly pumping in and out of me. I was just smiling up at him and I felt him get even harder when I started pinching my nipples, and telling him how good he felt up inside me."

"Was he big?" I asked.

"He was a little longer than you, but not quite as thick," she said, and I accepted that.

"Did it feel good?"

"Oh, baby," she said, stroking me with some force now, "it felt so fucking good."

"Did he come in you?"

"No," she said. "I told him to let me know when he was close. After I had come about three times, he finally pulled out, and I expected him to come all over me. But I guess he jumped the gun just a little, because he was still rock hard, and covered in my juices. So then, I finally took him in my mouth. It was so exciting to think of this guy that every girl in college wanted so bad, thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth, and knowing that I could just do it all in fun, with you to come home to."

"Did you say anything else to him about me?" I said, feeling a little strange that my seal of approval had been stamped on this guy's fuckfest.

"As I started to suck him off, I did tell him that this is what I had promised you I would do. Then he asked me if that was the only reason I was doing it."

Cocky jerk, I thought, fishing for a compliment, even as this beautiful, naked woman feasts on your cock.

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him that I was doing it because I wanted to make him feel as good as he had made me feel."

"Did he come in your mouth?"

"Yes, baby. I swallowed him down, and told him he tasted really good."

"Then you came home?"

She smiled a naughty smile. "I was just about to leave after that, but after I went and got freshened up, I decided that I wanted to feel his dick inside me one more time. So I pushed him back on the bed and straddled him."

"OH, my GOD," I shouted, about to blow my load again.

"Baby, thank you," she whispered.

"You're welcome. Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for letting me have fun, and trusting us, and making me feel OK about everything that happened."

"Everything IS OK," I said.

"And thank you for changing the rules a little," she said, with another wicked giggle.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when we went out tonight, you said that my tits belonged to him, but thank you for changing it to my entire body, because once he had taken total ownership of my tits, I knew I wanted to give him the entire package."

I knew she was laying it on a little thick, out of fun and surprise at how aroused I was getting at the little slut she had turned into for the evening. It almost seemed like this couldn't be happening. Not only was my wife relaying the details of her wild, passionate night, she was offering up her gratitude for me begging her to get fucked.

As she stroked me, more slowly again, I began kissing her neck and ears, and whispered: "Do you think Steve would mind if I share a little of your pussy now?"

"Oh, baby," she moaned. "Don't worry. It's still yours."

"But it's not 100% mine anymore, is it?" I asked, grinding myself against her pelvic bone, and squeezing on her tits.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Now I think it belongs half to me and half to Steve."

"Does it?" she asked, with feigned innocence. "I don't know."

"You can be honest with me," I cooed. "Is your pussy half Steve's now? And your tits? Does one of your tits belong to me, and the other to Steve?"

She looked me deep in the eye for a minute, and then slowly nodded. "Yes. You can have this one," she said, removing my hand from her right breast and offering up her left. "Leave this one for Steve only."

Somehow the torture of this was intensely wonderful and I wanted to hear just a little more.

"And what about your pussy, baby. I know it's not all mine anymore. Is it half and half?"

She took my dick in her hands and smiled her teasing smile, biting her lower lip a little as she grinded against me. "I have to be honest," she said. "After tonight, it's not really fifty-fifty. After the time Steve's dick spent up inside me, I'd say my pussy's about 75% his and 25% yours. Maybe you can try to change all that."

I could take no more, and inserted myself inside her. As everyone who has been the second snake in the hole can tell you, it was warm, wet, lived-in, lubricated, and wonderful, and I realized that she had told me only about her first fuck. She had made no promises about his not coming in her the second time.

"Baby," I said, "do you have anything else to tell me?"

"I love you," she whispered, enjoying the rhythmic thumping of my cock.

"How did you leave it with him?" I asked, suddenly lost in the euphoria of the comfort of my wife's used glory.

"He told me," she moaned, "that if you like your Christmas present, he would love to join in the gift giving again."

This was almost too much. I was about to unload for a second time in ten minutes. "What did you say to that?"

She grabbed me tighter and buried her fingernails in my back. "I told him it might be nice to get you another gift before New Year's."

"Do you think you need that, baby? Do you think you are going to need that dick again?"

"Yes, baby," she screamed. "I don't think that dick is done with me yet."

And with that I exploded into the pussy, that by my own insistence, was Steve's for the evening, and by all indications, for future evenings as well.