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 Title: Our 'Special' Anniversary.
Author: Charley Ace.
Email: CharleyAce@hotmail.com.

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   (MF, MF, MFF, Adultery)

   I mean, what the hell would you have done if you had been faced with the
same dilemma as I was last year?  It was Sherry's doing, I mean she
instigated the whole thing, I wouldn't have thought about doing anything so
radical if it hadn't been for what she did.  Oh well, I guess you can't
tell me if I did right or not unless you hear my story, so here goes.

   Who's Sherry, you ask?  She's my wife, and at the time of the 'incident'
we had been married for eighteen years, and we had gotten into the
not-all-that-uncommon rut.  Yeah, our sex life sucked, but with us it was
more than that.  We just got on each other's nerves much too often, we
argued more and fucked less.

   Even though we had had problems, I had never been unfaithful to her and
I don't have any reason to believe that she had ever cheated on me.  I
didn't know about Sherry, but in order to keep some semblance of sanity, I
jacked-off a lot, it had become easier and less complicated than trying to
fuck her.  Oh, we fucked, but it was very infrequent and decidedly
uninspired.

   After several years of frustration, I had reached a crossroads, I
couldn't take any more of the then current state of affairs.  Something had
to be done, either we revitalized our marriage, or called it quits.  Status
quo was not an option.

   I made the decision to take the initiative and make an attempt to give
our relationship a much-needed shot in the arm.  The week before the
nineteenth anniversary of our first date, I stepped out of character and
became a romantic.  I phoned Sherry at work and asked her out on a date for
the upcoming Saturday, which fell nearest the anniversary.  I suggested
that we return to the club where we had gone on our first date, for an
evening of dining and dancing.  She readily accepted my invitation and
seemed very pleased, almost giddy.  It was as if we were starting over
again, on our first date, 'returning to the scene of the crime,' if you
will.

   On the big day, I finished getting ready before Sherry, and drove off
alone.  I'm sure that my departure had puzzled her, but I had a plan.  I
went to the local florist and bought a small bouquet of flowers.  When I
returned, I parked the car in the driveway, in lieu of pulling into the
garage, went up to the front door and rang the doorbell.  It was as if we
were still single and I was picking her up at her house for our first date,
trying to make a good impression with the flowers.

   She was pleasantly surprised as I presented her with the flowers at the
door, and she greeted me with a big smile and giddily invited me in.  She
said that she'd be ready in just a few more minutes - just like a woman,
she kept her date waiting.

   I waited for about ten minutes, and when she finally appeared in front
of me, she was all smiles.  I'll have to admit that she looked pretty damn
good in her sleek black outfit with the tight pants, and I told her so.  I
stood, took her hand and we proceeded out the door, into the car and on to
the restaurant, radiant smiles on both our faces.

   Dinner went fine, but we didn't seem to have much to talk about.  We
each caught ourselves on the verge of saying something upsetting to the
other - bad habits are hard to break.

   After dinner, we moved into the lounge and sat at a table near the dance
floor.  I waited for the DJ to play a slow song, and when he did, I asked
her to dance.  We proceeded to dance to all of the slow, and even a few of
the fast songs over the next hour, or so.  I was beginning to feel that
things were coming together, as I had originally hoped.  I held her close
and she put her head on my shoulder as we danced to the slow numbers.  Both
of us were feeling very mellow and romantic.

   The mood changed in a hurry.

   We decided to sit out a fast dance, and as soon as we sat ourselves
down, a man that I didn't know came over to our table.  "Sherry!  It is
Sherry Johnson, isn't it?" He asked as if he were an old friend of hers.

   She recognized him immediately, "Ken, Ken Blake!  Yes, I'm Sherry, but
it's not Johnson any more."

   She got to her feet and they hugged, obviously they were old friends. 
She introduced us and asked him to join us.

   That was a mistake.

   The two of them monopolized the conversation, as one might expect, after
not having seen each other in many years.  I gathered from what I over
heard, that they were former lovers.  He had been living out of state and
was in town visiting his mother, and decided to stop in at the old watering
hole for a drink or two.  He said that he had spotted her out on the dance
floor and waited until we sat down to say hello.

   He complimented Sherry on how good she looked after not seeing her for
more than nineteen years.  She loved the compliments and attention he was
paying her, I became oblivious to the both of them.  Actually, I hadn't
seen her glow like that in years; he must have stirred up some pleasant
memories.

   I felt a twinge of jealousy.

   He went on to tell her what a big mistake he had made by not pursuing
her with more vigor, way back when.  He said that he had never married
because he could never find anybody that could compare to her.

   Boy!  Did she eat that up!  I almost puked.

   After about thirty minutes of conversation, he asked her to dance.  He
didn't bother to ask if it was OK with me, nor did she.  They merely
ignored me and got up to dance.

   I became a little miffed at the snub.

   I watched as they danced and noticed that the gap between their bodies
became progressively smaller as time went on.  They stayed on the floor for
the entire slow set, a fast set and then another slow set.  By the end of
the last slow song, they were in a very tight embrace (zero gap), and I
felt another distinct twinge of jealousy.  Her head was on his shoulder
with both arms around his neck, and both of his hands were on her lower
back just above her shapely buns.

   As time dragged on, I became increasingly miffed, as I sat by myself
with nothing to do except twiddle my thumbs and watch the two of them. 
Well, that's not exactly the truth.  There were a few other good-looking
women out there that I noticed and followed with my eyes, sometimes
drooling a bit.  I always have enjoyed looking, but as I said earlier, I
never touched.

   Ken and Sherry took a break for the next fast set, and I took the
opportunity to ask her to dance, but she refused, saying she was tired and
needed a rest.  I waited for the next slow song, but before I had a chance
to get up, Ken had grabbed her hand and had her up on the dance floor
again. She beamed as if he had just rescued her from a fate worse than
death.

   I was pissed and bemoaned the fact that my wife was paying more
attention to Ken than to me.

   When the second slow song started, I decided that I needed to take some
affirmative action.  I got up, tapped Ken on the shoulder and cut in. 
Neither he nor Sherry seemed especially pleased with my action, but both
relented so as not to cause a scene.

   As soon as I had her in my arms, I asked, "why are you allowing Ken to
monopolize you on our special anniversary date?"

   "It's so good seeing him after such a long time, and we have a lot of
catching up to do.  You should be a little more understanding."

   "I might be just a little more understanding if this wasn't our special
anniversary date.  Besides, you're my wife and it appears to me that his
intentions aren't exactly honorable."

   "You're way off base about his intentions, and I'll make it up to you
some other time."

   Ken cut in at the beginning of the next slow number, Sherry beamed and I
frowned.  I didn't get to dance with her the rest of the evening; I just
sat and watched as they held each other close during every slow number.  I
even thought that I saw them kissing when they were on the far side of the
dance floor, but I could've been wrong about that, the lighting was poor.
Of course I tried to make the best of a bad situation by continuing to ogle
some of the other lookers on the dance floor.

   One gorgeous redhead caught my attention and held it for some time.  Our
eyes met several times when she and her dance partner came near where I was
sitting.  Her eyes seemed to sparkle when we locked gazes, or maybe it was
my imagination, but I found some solace in that twinkle in her eyes.  I
noticed that she wasn't with anyone in particular and never danced with the
same guy twice in succession.

   The redhead danced out of my view, and I began to stew again, becoming
angrier with Sherry by the minute because she was spending our special
romantic night out almost entirely with Ken.  I tried very hard to maintain
some self-control, but had a great deal of difficulty.

   When they finally came off the dance floor, Sherry sat down next to me
and Ken went off toward the Men's room.

   I got up, took her hand, and told her, "we're leaving."

   She pulled her hand away, and said, "no, not yet." She paused and seemed
deep in thought.  The look on her face was one of indecision, and maybe a
little trepidation.

   She looked up at me with pleading eyes, then looked away, and finally
came out with, "honey, I have something to tell you."

   "What might that be?"

   "You know how you've been telling me about those erotic stories that
you've been reading on the Internet, you know, the ones about husbands who
want their wives to sleep with other guys?"

   I had a feeling that I wasn't going to like where this was headed, "yes,
what about them?"

   "Tonight I'm going to give you your chance to experience what it would
be like."

   I was shocked at first, then pissed as I responded, "you're kidding,
right?"

   "No, I'm not kidding, I'm going with Ken to his place," she said very
unemotionally and matter-of-factly, as if it was an every day occurrence.
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" She had dropped her head and broke eye
contact with me as she asked that question, knowing full well what the
answer would be.

   "HELL NO!  I wouldn't like that!" I shouted.  Several people turned to
look at me, as I hadn't realized just how loud I was.  I took a deep
breath, lowered my voice, clenched my teeth and proceeded, "if you'll
remember correctly, I not only told you about those stories, I also told
you that I couldn't see how those husbands could do that.  I'm not one of
those guys in those stories, I don't want my wife to fuck anyone other than
me."

   She gathered herself together, took a long pause to summon the courage,
then told me, "well, I hope you can get used to the idea, because I'm going
with him.  I'm so turned on that I just have to have him, and he wants me.
Besides, it's not like I've never slept with him before, we were lovers
before I met you."

   I was dumbfounded, almost to the point of being speechless, but I was
able to tersely remind her of the difference between then and now.  "You
weren't married to me back then."

   As I recovered from the initial shock, my heart began to race, and I
became flushed and very angry, with Sherry, and with the prick, Ken. 
Before we had a chance to continue the discussion, Ken returned to the
table, stood behind Sherry's chair, placed his hands on her shoulders and
glared defiantly at me.  It was as if he was an animal ready to do battle
over the female-in-heat, it mattered not to him that she was my wife.

   Since Ken was decidedly bigger than me, and I wasn't much of a fighter
anyway, I composed myself as best I could and made an effort to get her to
change her mind, "Sherry, I don't want you to go with him.  You're my wife,
please come home with me, now."

   "No, I've made up my mind, I'm going with Ken.  You'll just have to get
over it," she said as she got up, looked lustily into his eyes and took his
hand.  He turned to me and glared defiantly and smirked.  He didn't have to
say anything; he won the battle without a fight from me.  The bitch-in-heat
had made her choice, and I lost.

   'A fine anniversary date this has turned out to be,' I thought to
myself, as I pondered my next move.

   As they turned to walk away, I stood up and made one last plea, "Sherry,
please don't do this."

   She turned back, looked at me for a moment, turned again and left with
Ken without uttering another word.  It didn't take her long to make her
decision, she preferred to fuck Ken and not give a damn about me.

   I was stunned, I was pissed, I was humiliated, you name it.  I could
just feel the stares of the people near our table who had to have heard
some of what was going on.  I just sat there for what seemed like hours,
not knowing how to react or what to do.

   As I was trying to decide what to do, I looked over at the redhead as
she was seated at the bar.  I stared at her, but didn't really focusing on
her, as I had Sherry and Ken on my mind.  When she finally looked my way,
our eyes made contact again and I quickly snapped out of my self-pity and
the healing process began.  Those beautiful green eyes of hers were bedroom
eyes if I had ever seen them, my heart skipped a beat and my cock twitched,
as if ready for action.

   With a combination of lust and revenge in my heart, I strode over to the
bar and asked her to dance, she readily accepted.

   By the end of the third song, I had my hands on her ass and was pulling
her crotch into my thigh, where she could easily feel my hard-on.  When the
song ended, the DJ started to pack up.

   I didn't want the night to end right there, and while I pondered my next
move, Judy said, "if I'm the cause of that bulge in your pants, I feel
obligated to do something about it, your place or mine?"

   My heart skipped a few beats and all lingering thoughts of Sherry and
Ken disappeared.  "You, beautiful lady, are most definitely the cause, my
place will do, let's go."

   We hopped in the car and began the thirty-minute drive to my house.  As
soon as we pulled out of the parking lot, Judy reached over, unzipped my
pants and fished my hard cock out from its hiding place.  She began
stroking it slowly, and proceeded to give me the most wonderfully soft,
hand-job that I had ever had.  She alternately stroked and pinched the base
to keep me from cuming.  It was a damned good thing that I was traveling at
a slow rate of speed, or I might have lost control of the car.

   As soon as we entered the door to the house, we attacked one another, as
we frantically tried to disrobe each other while lip locked in a passionate
kiss.  As clumsy as it was, we were both naked in a matter of minutes, at
which time I picked her up and carried her up to the bedroom, and laid her
down onto the bed.

   I positioned myself between her spread-eagled legs and went right for
the grand prize.  I began to lick her engorged lips - up and down, up and
down, several times.  I finally flicked her clit a few times and she came
hard and fast, bucking her hips and screaming, "oh yes, yes." I eased up
for several seconds, then gently began flicking her clit again.  She moaned
and quivered continuously, as if she were having a series of small orgasms,
then began to buck her hips again.  She grabbed my head and pulled it into
her crotch and bucked furiously and screamed loudly as another major orgasm
hit, better than the first.

   I waited a few minutes, repositioned myself, then took hold of my cock,
rubbed the head up and down her slit a couple of times, and rammed it home,
into her velvety smooth and very wet pussy.  We moaned in unison at the
initial penetration.

   I fucked her like there was no tomorrow, hard and fast.  I came very
quickly, but continued to pump her with my semi-limp cock until she came
again, after which I collapsed onto her chest.  I rolled over beside her as
my cock slid out of her well-fucked and very sloppy pussy.

   With a creature as beautiful as she lying next to me, it didn't take me
long to recover, and we went at it again, this time doggy style.  After a
couple of hours of fucking and sucking and licking we dozed off, totally
spent.  When we awoke, late the next morning, we proceeded to fuck again,
this time with her riding me.

   Judy was fantastic, without a doubt the best piece of ass that I had
ever had.  She was even nice enough to tell me that I was the best that she
had ever had, too.  She may have been shading the truth a bit, but I didn't
care, she made me feel damn good about myself.

   We continued to cuddle, fondle, suck, lick and fuck until the middle of
the afternoon.  When we both had had enough, we showered and dressed.  Just
as I had finished dressing, Ken and Sherry pulled up.

   Sherry!  I had completely forgotten about her.  I looked out the window
and smiled as I saw her emerging from the passenger side of Ken's car. 
'Maybe she and I ought to compare notes to see who had the better time,' I
thought to myself.

   Sherry got out of the car, and Ken pulled away as she entered the front
door.  I took a seat in the family room and waited for her.  Judy was still
upstairs in the bathroom putting on the finishing touches.

   Sherry approached me very slowly and deliberately, acting extremely
guilty.  I looked up at her and smiled, actually it was more of a smirk, a
reaction that she hadn't expected.  I think it put her at ease a little,
but she was still quite reserved.  "Honey, I-I'm so sorry for last night,
can you ever forgive me?"

   I decided to have a little fun with her, as I'd made no decision
regarding our marriage or any part of the complex situation.  "Last night?
What about last night?"

   She got a puzzled, surprised look on her face, then went on, "you know,
with Ken and I."

   "Oh, Ken, you mean the old boyfriend that you ran into at the club and
left with?"

   Noting the facetious tone in my voice, she got a little peeved.  "Yes,
are you trying to be smart with me?"

   I smirked and said somewhat tersely, "smart with you?  Why would I be
smart with you when you humiliated me and took off with another man?"
That's certainly no reason to be smart with you, is it?"

   The guilt overwhelmed her again, tears formed in her eyes as she lowered
her head and attempted to apologize once again, "I-I didn't mean to
humiliate you.  I was just swept off my feet and lust ruled my brain.  I'm
so, so sorry, please find it in your heart to forgive me."

   Sherry didn't like to talk dirty, or explicit, whatever you want to call
it, so I egged her on once again, "you mean you were thinking with your
pussy, isn't that right?"

   "Y-yes, I guess so."

   "Say it then."

   "I-I was thinking with my p..., my p..., I can't say it!" She shouted as
she burst into tears.

   Without any sympathy, I sternly replied, "if you want to have any chance
of getting my forgiveness, you had better say it, now!"

   She looked up with the tear filled, pleasing eyes, saw that I was
perfectly serious and started again, "I was thinking with my, my pussy. 
There, I said it!" She seemed relieved.

   At that moment, Judy entered the room, sauntered seductively over to me,
put her arms around me gave me a playfully passionate kiss.  Sherry took
one look at Judy and the scene before her and her jaw fell open, she was
stunned, probably more so than I was the previous night when she told me
that she was leaving with Ken.  Before she had a chance to say anything, I
quickly made the formal introductions.

   Sherry stammered and Judy smiled, winked at me and said, "I'm pleased to
meet you.  You're a very lucky lady to have a husband like lover boy here.
He's quite a roll-in-the-hay." She punched me lightly on the shoulder as if
to add emphasis to her statement, and I smirked as my chest swelled.

   Sherry still couldn't get any meaningful words out of her mouth, as she
was in a state of shock, still wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

   Before Sherry had a chance to recover, I took Judy by the hand and
proceeded out the front door.  We were gone before Sherry had composed
herself enough to say anything other than some incoherent babble that I
didn't understand and ignored.

   After I dropped Judy off at her car, I headed back home with a satisfied
smile on my face and a song in my heart.

   As I entered the house, Sherry had all of her ammunition in place and
was waiting to ambush me.  She tore into me with anger in her voice, "just
what the hell were you up to last night with that, that hussy?"

   "I guess Judy and I were doing the same things that you and Ken were
doing, we fucked like minks," I answered calmly, with a shit-eating grin on
my face - I loved it.

   "You bastard, you have no right to bring another woman into my house. 
You're a married man."

   "Did all that fucking that you and Ken did last night affect your
memory? Was it not you, a married woman, who humiliated me, your husband,
and went off with another man last night?"

   That put her on the defensive, "y-yes, but that doesn't give you the
right..."

   "The fuck it doesn't," I interrupted angrily.  "You opened Pandora's box
last night, my dear, now you're going to have to live with the
consequences."

   "B-but I don't want you fucking other women, you're my husband," she
responded meekly.

   "You should have remembered that I was your husband last night." I
paused and went on, "I've been thinking and I've made some decisions
regarding our relationship."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Here's the way things are going to be from now on.  I'm not finished
with Judy, I like her and I intend to keep on seeing her."

   "B-but..."

   I sternly interrupted her, "keep quiet until I finish.  I'm telling you
how it's going to be from now on.  Anytime you decide that you don't like
it, don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out."

   She was shocked and speechless, as she didn't expect that from me, I had
never been very assertive with her.  My experience with Judy had given me a
shot of much needed confidence.

   "Last night you told me, you didn't ask me, that you were going with
Ken. From now on things will be a lot different around here.  I'll be
telling, not asking, you what to do.  Do you understand?"

   She was still in a state of shock, but managed a meek, "y-yes."

   "Now, the first thing I want from you is a blow-job, get down on your
knees and suck my cock.  And you had better be good."

   She quietly dropped to her knees in front of me, undid my pants, pulled
out my cock and proceeded to suck it like she had never done before.  As
drained and sore as I was from my session with Judy, I quickly got hard as
she bobbed her head back and forth over my shaft and swirled her tongue
around the head.  I could feel the power that comes with being in control,
and it aroused me even more.  I soon felt myself building to another
climax, but I pulled out of her mouth before I came, I had other plans.

   "Now, take off your clothes and bend over the back of the couch, with
your ass up in the air."

   Once again, she obeyed without a word.

   I positioned myself behind her, fingered her pussy and found that she
was sopping wet.  It occurred to me that she may have been wet from her
dalliances with Ken, or she may have been aroused at what I was doing to
her.  It mattered not, I inserted two fingers into her pussy and used her
juices to lubricate her ass hole.  Blow-jobs from her had been rare over
the years, but she had never, ever let me fuck her in the ass, and I was
determined to do it, right then and there.  It took awhile before she
relaxed enough for me to get two fingers into her back door, but she did,
and without complaint.  When I thought she was ready, I stuck my cock into
her pussy to lubricate it, moved it up a notch, and began to penetrate her
ass hole.  I wasn't very gentle and I could tell that she was experiencing
some pain, as was I, but I didn't care.  I could also see that she was
breathing very heavily, she was obviously very aroused over the prospect of
getting ass fucked.

   It took several minutes, but I finally got my cock all the way in and
began a very slow rhythmic in and out movement.  It only took a few strokes
before the "ughhs" became "oohs" and she began pushing her ass back to meet
my increasingly forceful thrusts.  I pulled almost out of her, stopped and
asked, "what do you want me to do now, you fucking bitch?"

   "Fuck me, fuck me in my virgin ass hole," she gasped, in a barely
audible voice.

   "Beg me, you whore who humiliates your husband and fucks other men, beg
for it!"

   The combination of the dirty talk, the humiliation and the pleasure that
she was receiving from the ass fucking really had her aroused, "please,
please fuck my ass.  I want to feel your hard cock ramming my ass hole. 
Ooh, please."

   I resumed the thrusting and continued to pick up the tempo until I was
ramming her hard and fast.  She came in a screaming loud and spasmodic
orgasm.  I came within a few minutes of her, and shot whatever semen I had
left into her bowel.  She collapsed onto the floor, with me on top of her.

   I pulled out of her ass and pulled her around to her face me on her
knees.  "Now clean me off," I ordered.  She did so without a complaint,
then rushed off to the bathroom, presumably to throw up.

   I felt vindicated and was on a major high.  I had gained the upper hand
and the only question that remained was how I was going to play it out.

   Our sex life from that point on was never better.  I maintained control,
and she loved it as much as I did.

   Even though my marital sex life had improved dramatically, I wanted to
continue to see Judy, and did so two more times, both at her place, before
another major change in our relationship occurred.  Judy confided to me
that she was bi, and that she found Sherry to be an attractive woman.  She
asked if we could have a threesome, and I readily agreed.  What red-blooded
male wouldn't?

   Of course I had no idea what Sherry might think of the arrangement, but
since she hadn't left me to that point, I felt confident that I could
coerce her into at least one session.

   I was excited about the prospect of sharing naked body parts with two
desirable women, even though my sex life with Sherry had been jump-started
with everything that happened.

   Judy and I set it up for one Saturday evening, but I didn't tell Sherry.
I merely told her that Saturday was a special day and that we were going to
experience a few new things, sexually.  She looked worried when I told her,
but she agreed to do whatever I asked.

   Judy showed up about 7:30 pm and, much to my surprise, Sherry was very
civil to her.  As we sat down in the family room, Sherry made it easy for
me as she came out with, "well, I suppose we're all here to get naked, why
don't we get on with it."

   After recovering from the mild shock, we all stood up and began
disrobing at the same time.  As soon as we were naked, I ordered Sherry to
sit on the edge of the couch and spread her legs, which she did.  Judy knew
what was next and she knelt in front of Sherry and began to entice Sherry's
pussy with her tongue.  I glanced at Sherry's face and her expression was
not one of contempt or disgust, in fact she seemed to be enjoying the
tongue lapping.

   Judy spread her legs and stuck her ass up in the air as high as she
could and I positioned myself behind her.  I felt her pussy and she was
already wet, so I guided my stiff rod into her fuck hole from behind.  I
began to pump Judy's cunt as I watched Sherry's face.  Her eyes were mostly
closed and she was moaning a bit, seemingly building to an orgasm.  She
opened her eyes and saw me fucking Judy and cut loose with a convulsive
orgasm.

   As I watched Sherry thrusting her hips into Judy's face, I lunged into
Judy's cunt and deposited my full load.  I only had to pump a few more
times before Judy also shuddered in orgasmic delight.

   Judy and I collapsed onto the floor, recovered a bit, looked up at
Sherry's face, and saw a satisfied smile.  Without being prompted, Sherry
said, "wow!  That was all right.  Why haven't we done this before?"

   The three of us chuckled in unison and embraced one another.  After a
few minutes, Sherry again surprised us by suggesting that she and Judy
trade places.  "I've always wondered what a cum-filled pussy tastes like,"
she offered.

   That night was the beginning of a new and exciting sexual arrangement.
The three of us have been getting together for similar lust-filled sessions
at least three or four times a month since - and we all love every minute
of it.  I hope nothing changes until I just can't get it up any more.

   With two sexy women to keep me satisfied, I'll probably fuck myself into
an early grave.  But when I go, it'll be with a big smile on my face.

   Any and all comments are appreciated.

   Please send to: CharleyAce@hotmail.com