I know that I’m not normal, in fact I can probably admit (at least to myself) that I’m pretty fucked up.  I wasn’t always that way; it wasn’t until I saw my wife fucking another man that it happened to me.  Seeing her, and hearing her begging for it, has totally changed me in ways I could never have imagined.

Wanda wasn’t my wife when I saw her enjoying another cock, but she was my fiancée.  We were three weeks from our wedding when I stopped by the apartment that she was sharing with two other girls. I knocked on the door and one of her roommates came to the door and told me that she wasn’t in, that she had gone shopping.  I told her to tell Wanda that I’d stopped by and I turned to go.  Just a little way down the hall I remembered that I’d just gotten a cell phone that afternoon and that Wanda didn’t have the number.  I turned and went back to the apartment to give the number to her roommates so they could give it to her.  The contractor had really skimped on building materials, the walls were almost as thin as tissue paper, and just as I was getting ready to knock on the door again I heard Mary say to Joyce:

 “Do you think the poor schmuck knows that his bride to be is down by the river getting a goodbye fuck from Eric?”

 Joyce said, “Of course he doesn’t.  She loves him and doesn’t want to hurt him.   It’s just that she has an obsession with Eric and even she doesn’t understand why.  He is an arrogant piece of shit and she knows it.” 

To say that I was crushed would be an understatement.  I was devastated!  My bride to be out fucking another guy only weeks before we were to be married?  I just didn’t believe it.  I knew Eric and he was an obnoxious and arrogant asshole and my Wanda wouldn’t have anything to do with him.  I just knew it!  But still, I thought, it wouldn’t hurt to drive down to the river and see if I could find Eric’s car.  Eric’s car was there and somebody was with him.  I couldn’t tell who; all I could see was a leg over the back of the seat and one leg kicking in the air.  I watched for about ten minutes and then Eric and the girl sat up - it was Wanda!  They necked for a while and then Wanda’s head disappeared from view and I saw Eric lean his head back and I knew that my bride to be was sucking his cock - something that she never would do for me.  Minute’s later Wanda laid down on the seat again and Eric moved over her.  I walked around to the other side of the car so Eric’s back would be to me and I got up close and looked in.  Wanda’s hands were clutching the cheeks of his ass and she was pulling him to her while her legs were locked behind his as if to keep him from getting away.  Her eyes were closed and I could hear her saying:

 “Oh God baby, fuck me, please fuck me.”

The words thundered through my head; they were the same words she had said to me the previous night.  Dejected and broken hearted I stumbled away from Eric’s car, got in mine and went home.

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The next morning Wanda called me and asked me what I had come by for last night and I hung up on her.  She called several more times during the day and each time I hung up on her.  I went out that night and got falling down drunk and how I got home that night I haven’t got a clue.  When I woke up the next morning Wanda was putting cold towels on my forehead.  I asked her what she was doing there and she said:

 “I was worried about you.  You weren’t acting like yourself yesterday.”

  “Have you been acting like yourself lately?” I asked. 

She said, “What do you mean?”

 “What I mean is was that the real you fucking Eric last night, or a copy of you?  Were you acting like yourself, or some one else?”

 She gave me an angry look, “I have no idea what you are talking about.” 

I told her what I’d heard outside her apartment door and what I’d seen when I went down to the river.  I told her to get out of my apartment and leave me alone.  She started crying and begged me to let her explain, but I told her that I didn’t want any explanation, that there was no way she could explain away what I has seen, especially the part where she had sucked his cock when that was the one thing she had absolutely refused to do for me.  She cried, she begged and she pleaded and finally I told her to go ahead and have her say.  She said she loved me, I was the only man for her, she didn’t even like Eric, but she wanted to have one wild fling before getting married and settling down to be a faithful wife.

  “When I say ‘I do’ it means forever and I didn’t want to find myself wondering after several years of marriage what it might have been like with some one else.”

  She admitted to affairs with three other guys over the past month, but told me that none of them could hold a candle to me.  She had never given me a blow job because she wanted to be able to give me something special on our wedding night:

 “Something that I hadn’t already given you.”

 To shorten the story, since I did love her, I caved and the marriage took place on schedule.

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She was an ideal wife and as far as I knew she was never untrue to me from the moment she said, “I do”, but there was a problem, not hers, but mine.  I was never able to get the picture of her and Eric out of my mind and the more I thought about it the more I wanted to see it again.  Finally after three years of marriage I asked her if she was happy with our sex life. 

“Of course.  Why would you ask me something like that?”

 I told her about the thoughts I’d been having and she got angry with me, “I thought we had put all that behind us.  I told you why I did what I did and that hasn’t changed.  I did my experimenting then so I wouldn’t wonder about it after marriage.  I’m not the least bit interested in anything like that now.  How can you say you love me and ask me that?”

 “How could you profess undying love for me before we were married and do what you did?” was my answer.

 She stormed from the room and didn’t talk to me for three days.  But the thought was still there and wouldn’t go away.  Every once in a while over the next several years I would bring the subject up again until finally Wanda blew up and said if I ever mentioned it again she would leave me.

 “If you want me to fuck another man just mention it one more time and I’ll divorce you and send you a postcard from where my next husband and I honeymoon.  As you read it you will know you’re getting your wish.” 

I never did mention it again, but I never stopped thinking about it and that’s all I probably ever would have done had I not run into Eric at a Home Depot.  He was as arrogant and obnoxious as ever and he gave me his superior smirk and said;

 “How are you and Wanda getting along?  Did I do a good job of breaking her in for you?”

 “Actually no” I said, “You did okay for the first four inches or so, but I had to open up the next seven on my own” and I walked away leaving him sputtering in the paint aisle. 

What the encounter did was make me more determined than ever that I was going to see her with another man, whether she wanted to or not.  I started planning ways to get her fucked by someone else.  I started taking her to parties and getting her drunk and leaving her in situations that screamed out, “Here I am.  Take advantage of me”, but no one ever did.  One night on the way home from a party I pulled over and carried her into a local park and put her down on a picnic table.  I pushed her skirt up around her waist, pulled her panties off of her and then I moved behind some bushes and watched.  Maybe a dozen guys went by and they all stopped and took a good look, but no one made an attempt to bother her.  I got her drunk and stopped at a local bar that had a reputation as a pick up place.  I left her alone in a booth and went to the bathroom and stayed there for a good ten minutes.  I fully expected to see someone with her when I came back, but she was alone.  I had a poker game at my house one Friday night and got Wanda drunk.  I put her down on the couch with her pussy showing and then told the guys I didn’t feel well and that I was going upstairs to lie down:

 “You guys keep on playing and enjoying yourselves.  If you need anything, anything at all, Wanda is in the living room.” 

The game went on for another two hours and while the guys kept going to the living room and looking at Wanda all spread out and waiting for them not one of them went near her.  It did not matter what kind of situation I put her in, no one would take advantage of her.  I came close once.  On the way home from a party I detoured through a part of town that was notorious for street walking prostitutes.  I pulled around a corner, parked and put Wanda down on the back seat with all of her exposed from the waist down.  I left the dome light on and walked up the street and watched from behind a parked car.  About five minutes later two guys came up the street, glanced in the car and stopped.  They walked over and looked in and then they looked both ways and one of them pulled down his zipper and started to open the car door.  Just then, at the other end of the street a police car turned the corner and the two guys hurried away.  I managed to get back to the car, shut off the dome light and open the trunk before they got to us.  I was wiping my hands on a rag when they pulled up next to me.  They shined a light on me and asked me what I was doing and I told them I had just changed a flat tire.  They asked to see my license and registration and then they moved on.

 I decided that I was going to have to ask someone to fuck her and I started making a list of guys who might be willing.  I narrowed the list down to five names and was ready to flip a coin when suddenly I didn’t have to.  I was on my way home from yet another party where I couldn’t get anyone to take advantage of Wanda and I stopped at a 7-11 for gas.  I had just finished filing my tank when two guys on Harleys pulled up next to me and got off their bikes to get gas.  One of them noticed Wanda leaning against the window.

 “What’s wrong with her?” and I told him that she was drunk.  He looked in the window and noticed her 36C’s in her low cut dress.  “She yours?”

 “Yeah.  She’s my wife.”

“Lucky dog.  Nice set of lungs.  Wouldn’t mind having one like that myself.”

  “Enough to do her while she’s drunk?” 

He looked in at her again and said, “Bet your ass Jack.” 

The die was cast!  “Follow me home” I said.

 The two guys followed me home and helped me carry Wanda into the house.  We undressed her as she looked up at us with confused eyes, “What are you doing?” she asked in a slurred voice.

  “Don’t you worry your little head about it honey, you’re going to love it” said one of the guys as they laid her down on the bed.

 “God, would you look at those tits,” one of then said as he undressed.  Wanda gave a grunt when the first guy shoved his cock in her and then she layed there with her head rolling from side to side and emitting a long series of oh oh ohs as the guy fucked her.  “Damn she’s tight.  I’ll bet she’s wild when she’s not blitzed.” 

He fucked her for a good ten minutes before he came in her.  The second guy took his place and slid his cock into her.  It was not what I had imagined or what I had been looking for.  In my mind I saw her hands and legs gripping Eric as she cried, “Oh God baby, fuck me, please fuck me” but on the bed she just grunted as the guy pounded away at her.  When he finished his buddy climbed on for seconds and after a minute or two he said, “Shit.  Even with two loads in her she still is tight.  She must not get fucked much” and then they both laughed.   It was too late to stop things now so I figured that I’d let the guy fucking her get his rocks off and then I’d get rid of them.  I would probably have a problem with them so I went to my den and got my .38.  I tucked it in my belt behind me and went back to the bedroom. 

When I came back they had Wanda on her hands and knees, one guy with his cock in her mouth and the other fucking her from behind.  It looked like I would have to let them cum one more time before getting rid of them, but then I noticed something.  Wanda’s head was bobbing up and down on the cock in her mouth and the guy wasn’t using his hands to help her.  The guy fucking her from behind wasn’t using his hands either, but her ass was moving back at him every time he pulled back to make a forward thrust.  Wanda was getting into it and seeing it made my dick hard.  It took the guy fucking her almost ten minutes to get his rocks off and then he swapped places with the guy who was in her mouth.  That guy took about fifteen minutes to bust his nut and then they rolled Wanda over on her back and the guy who had been in her mouth moved between her legs.  Her hands came up and grabbed him, her legs came up and locked behind his and she moaned, “Oh god oh god oh god” as he plowed into her cunt.

 I sat on the chair next to the bed and listened to Wanda wail, beg and plead with those guys to fuck her harder, fuck her faster and to please, please don’t stop.  The highlight was when one of them had her sit on his cock and the other one climbed up behind her and took her in the ass.  I don't know how long I sat there and watched, but I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew it was daylight and I was in the bedroom alone.  I heard a door slam and I got out of the chair and walked over to the bedroom window and I got there just in time to see the two guys ride away - with Wanda sitting behind one of them.  It has been two days now and I’ve not heard from her.  If I don’t hear from her soon I guess I'll have to call the cops.  I can see it now, “Well officer, I brought two guys home to fuck her while she was drunk and she took off with them.  Can you help me?”