Help! My wife is a slut!

I married Jane when we were both still in college, a little over ten years ago. They have been a great ten years. I just had my 32nd birthday, and Jane’s is in a couple of months.

Jane still looks fantastic. We walk or cycle almost everyday, and she teaches an aerobic class at the community center. He body is firmer and tighter, now, than it was when I met her. She is 5’6″, weighs about 110-115, and measures in at an eye-catching 36-24-35. She has deep green eyes, a great complexion, and bright blonde hair cut in a short, stylish bob. So, when I tell you that just looking at her still makes my heart go pitter-patter, you know why.

I’ve been monogamous since the day I met Jane, and I’m sure she has been the same. She wasn’t a virgin when we met. In fact, I started dating Jane after she broke up a very long-term relationship with one of my Frat brothers. I know they had been making love for years, and, sometimes, even today, while daydreaming, the vision of Jane and her ex-boyfriend doing some of the things we have done together has aroused me. Maybe it was so easy for me to picture them together, because I knew both of them.

Anyway, here we are. A successful young couple. We both work for the same very large Corporation, and we survived the `80’s fairly well. And now, we are enjoying the benefits, in our new house with a 3-car garage, a yard full of trees, and a hot tub on the deck outside our bedroom.

Several weeks ago, I received word that Mike, a mutual co-worker and old friend was returning to headquarters for training. Mike is a great guy, and we were close before he was transferred to Seattle about a year ago. We had been on the company softball team together and had been drinking buddies, and Jane and I had even double-dated with him a time or two. So, when I heard he was coming back to town for a few days, I checked with Jane, and then called him, insisting he stay with us rather than in a hotel. He agreed, immediately.

I picked Mike up at the airport at 3:00pm on Friday afternoon, and we had a nice conversation as I drove back to the house and he informed me he had just gotten engaged to a woman out West.

When Mike opened the door to our house, thirty-some people yelled “SURPRISE!” Jane and I had decided to throw him a little “Welcome Back” party, so he could see his old friends, again. It was a great party.

After good music, good food, good conversation, and good booze, people started leaving around midnight. By twelve-thirty, everybody had left and Mike offered to help Jane and I clean up.

Jane said, “This can wait. I’d rather take a quick dip.”

I agreed.

Mike said that that sounded good, but he’d have to borrow one of my swimsuits, as he hadn’t brought any along with him.

Much to my surprise, Jane blurted out, “You don’t have to worry about a suit, Mike. Jim and I don’t bother much with them, anymore.”

I was surprised because, although Jane and I really didn’t bother with suits, it was only when we were alone. I couldn’t tell if she was a little buzzed, or a little excited, or both. But I knew I was both!

The three of us quickly stripped on the back patio deck. It was obvious in the bright moonlight that Jane was more than buzzed. Her nipples were hard and erect and her skin had that taut, expectant look it gets before we make love. She was also breathing through her mouth and her eyes were glued on Mike.

And looking at Mike, myself, I could now see why he had been such a stud around the office before he was transferred. Besides his rugged good looks and great personality, he had a rather large cock and set of balls hanging between his legs.

I noticed he was also watching Jane, very closely.

We all ran up the steps to the bedroom-level of the deck and splashed into the tub. The water was perfect, and the night air made it very relaxing. After a while, I offered to make us all a nightcap, and ran in the house to get the fixings. When I returned, Jane and Mike were out of the pool and lying on chaise lounges. Neither one of them had made any effort to cover anything up, so I didn’t either.

We sipped our drinks and quietly talked about old times and who-was-where-doing-what in the company. Mike was on the chaise between us and I couldn’t help but notice all the attention Jane was giving his crotch. I took a good look, myself.

Mike’s cock was large-no two ways about that. It was long, maybe seven inches or so, but it was also thick, looking almost as thick around as my wrist. And it was still soft! I had been in enough locker rooms to know that Mike was one of a very few men like that. Now, looking closer, I noticed that he was also uncircumcised and he had a lot of obvious foreskin.

When we finally got around to the office gossip and who-was-fucking-whom, we all perked up. Jane said she now understood why there was so much crying and gnashing of teeth by the office beauties when Mike was transferred across the country. She went on to say that not only was he a sweetie, he had the most impressive prick she had ever seen in her life. Then, Jane asked Mike to forgive her for staring, but she had never seen an uncircumcised cock before.

Being only human, as Mike listened to Jane’s compli- ments, his impressive seven inches was slowly twitching itself into a firmer, and even more impressive, nine inches!

Jane suddenly turned to me, “I just want to touch it!”

I could tell from her expression and breathless tone, she was asking me for permission.

I shrugged and nodded. What was I going to say?

Jane turned to Mike, “May I?”

Mike looked at me and I nodded again. He turned back to Jane, “Sure, Jane, if you want to.”

Jane got up off her chaise and walked to Mike’s, “Oh, I want to.”

My wife sat next to Mike on his chaise and just stared at his cock. It was still twitching, growing firmer and longer as we watched.

Jane slowly reached forward. There was a small tremble in her hand. Slowly, she reached out and touched Mike’s cock, wrapping her hand around it. Her fingers didn’t even come close to making it all the way around.

None of us said a word. Both of us men were intently watching my wife’s hand as it slowly pulled back Mike’s foreskin off the head of his cock, and then let go, so the skin slid back to cover the head, again. Over and over, Jane slid her hand up and down Mike’s shaft. Jane’s other hand made its way down to his balls, where she cupped and lifted them, as if weighing them.

I didn’t have a ruler, but my guess was that Mike was now a hard ten inches of cock. I couldn’t even guess its girth.

All this time, Jane was slowly lowering her head, inch by inch, until she was only inches away from Mike’s erection. I was watching his cock as intently as my wife. Mike’s foreskin was so thick and long, that even when his cock was erect (as it was now!), it was still long enough to entirely cover his head. So both Jane and I watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the tip; and as Jane let the skin go, we watched the skin cover the head, pushing the drop up, until it rested on top, like a shiny diamond on a ring.

To my utter surprise, Jane flicked her tongue out to lick the fluid away. Mike and I both moaned.

Now, Jane continued her hand rhythm, up and down, but she left her tongue on the head of Mike’s cock, so that when his foreskin returned to cover the head, it also covered the tip of Jane’s tongue. This only happened a few times before Mike very obviously began to cum.

Jane moved her mouth onto Mike’s cock, and began swallowing his cum. A little of his cum leaked out the side of her mouth, but she quickly caught it with her finger, pushing it back in. (Jane later told me that Mike’s cum was more than she thought any man could shoot at one time and that he must have been saving it up.)

Jane’s eyes looked glazed-over when she smiled up at Mike. I knew I needed a release for my raging, almost- painful, hard-on and suggested we move into the bedroom. Mike and I escorted Jane to our king-sized bed and she looked up at both of us. She looked beautiful.

Mike laid beside my wife on one side and I took the other. We began to explore her extraordinary body with our hands and fingers and tongues. Mike sucked a breast into his mouth and I licked Jane’s clit. He soon moved down to her pussy and I kissed her mouth and filled my hand with her tit.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I moved Mike out of the way and slid my erect cock into my wife, to the hilt. I had never felt her cunt so wet and hot as it was at that moment. She reached one hand between us and made a ring around my cock with her finger and thumb. Then I felt her other hand on the cheek of my ass, her fingers seeking, and finding my anus.

Knowing my climax would be almost immediate, she grin- ned up at me and asked, “Did you enjoy seeing another man’s cock and cum fill my mouth to overflowing?”

That was it! I rammed into her as hard as I could and let go with a massive orgasm.

I had barely finished cumming when I felt Jane’s hands moving my shoulders away from her. She wanted me off her. She was looking at Mike and they were now ready for each other. I slipped out of Jane and rolled over on the bed, watching Mike position himself between my wife’s wide-spread legs. His erection was huge.

Her eyes were filled with lust as she grabbed Mike’s hips and said, “What are you waiting for? Fuck me! I want to feel that monster-cock in me, right now!”

Mike maintained control. “Let’s take this slow, Jane. I don’t want to hurt you.

As his cock-head touched her cuntlips, Jane moaned loudly.

I couldn’t believe it! I was in the same bed, watching another man getting ready to fuck my wife!

Mike began to push slowly with his hips. Jane’s pussy began to stretch itself around its unnatural girth. Slowly, slowly, Mike maintained the pressure, slowly but surely burying his cock deeper and deeper into my wife’s cunt.

“You’re so tight, Jane. Tell me if I hurt you.”

Jane couldn’t talk, she just shook her head.

Finally, Mike touched bottom. He held himself completely still. My wife had taken it all.

Jane was obviously savoring the feeling. She wrapped her arms around Mike’s neck and said, “Oh, Mike, I’ve never felt this full in my life!” Then, even without Mike moving a muscle, Jane began a powerful orgasm (Which she later said was the strongest she had ever had.). Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body. And, as she began to come down, Mike began his fucking motion, taking her up, up, and away, again and again.

Mike dropped his face to Jane’s breasts and he began biting and pulling her nipple with his teeth, as he hammered into her, harder and harder with his hips.

“Oh, yes!” she screamed. If our neighbors lived any closer, I’m sure they would have called the police. “Fuck me hard, you bastard! I can feel all your foreskin! I can feel it sliding up and down your cock, sliding inside my cunt, the way it did in my hands! Don’t let this end!”

But it did. Mike was lifting himself almost all the way out of Jane and then slamming back into her, slap- ping their hips together and banging his big balls against her ass. I would have felt sorry for Jane, for the beating she was taking, if she wasn’t so obviously enjoying every bit of it, bouncing her hips up to meet his down slam.

I’m not sure if Jane ever really stopped cumming, but it was obvious when Mike began his. His face turned red and he was gasping for breath, grunting.

When he finally collapsed on top of Jane, she wrapped her arms around him and said, “I could feel your cum. I could feel it shooting out of your magnificent cock, filling my cunt.”

I guess with the party, the booze, and the sex, we were all exhausted. Mike couldn’t make it to the guest room, so all three of us fell asleep in our bed.

I woke up once in the night having to go to the bath- room, and found Jane and Mike fucking again on the bed beside me. When I awoke the next morning, I rolled over to see Jane sucking on Mike’s cock. Mike was still asleep.

“Don’t you think last night was enough, Jane?”

“I don’t know, Honey. It hasn’t been enough, so far. But I’ll try to behave. I’ve just never felt like this before- this alive, this randy, this hot. Just don’t get mad at me, okay? I still love only you.”

For the rest of that weekend, and all of our free time during the following week, Mike wore Jane like a second skin. She went everywhere he went. They were seldom dressed and never apart, and when they were together, my lovely wife had Mike’s cock in her hands, her mouth, or her cunt.

She even went with him to the bathroom! I followed them once, and watched Jane get down on her knees and pull Mike’s foreskin back so he could pee. As soon as he was done, Jane shook the last few drops from the end and then engulfed his meat in her mouth and sucked him `till he came. As always, she swallowed every drop.

I don’t know how many loads of cum Jane took that week. She sucked and fucked more loads out of Mike than I care to count, and since she was acting like some sex-slut, she couldn’t very well say `no’ to me when I wanted some of her twat or mouth.

On Thursday, Mike’s last night in town, Jane handed me the Polaroid and packages of film and asked me to record the “love session.” But, before they got started, Jane sucked on Mike’s cock until it reached maximum size, and then she shot a pack of film in almost clinical close-ups of it. I spent the rest of the night taking pictures of their sucking and fucking.

Friday afternoon, I drove Mike back out to the airport. He was in the backseat with Jane, who was giving him his “farewell blow-job.” I knew how much my wife meant it when she kissed Mike at the gate and said, “I’m going to miss you, Mike.”

Jane still masturbates looking at her photos of Mike, and the two of us talk about his visit in bed, before and during lovemaking. If any change, our sex life has gotten hotter and raunchier since Jane’s week as Mike’s cock-slave. It’s definitely been more frequent. Jane has been less inhibited than ever before. In fact, just last night, she asked me if I ever noticed any other well-hung, uncircumcised studs at the gym. Some- how, I don’t think Jane is going to wait for Mike’s next visit.