This is just what the world needs - another slut wife story.  This one is different though; the others all happened to someone else, this one is mine.

My name is Tammy and I am married to Barney, a wonderful man, a great husband, a marvelous father and I love him dearly.  I have two beautiful children, Staci who is nine and Brian who is six.  I am living the American dream.  I have a husband who loves me, two wonderful children who are the light of my life and a fine house in the suburbs.  Barney has a great job that he loves and he makes very good money.  So with all of that going for me what’s with the cheating?  Well, that’s the story.

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It came at me from out of nowhere and it was the last thing that I ever expected.  Barney and I had gotten a sitter and we were out enjoying a night on the town.  We had gone to Amelia’s for dinner and after we went to Bogarts because we had heard they had a great band that played all of the Golden Oldies.  We had been there a little over an hour, drinking and dancing, and I was on my third margarita and in a very good mood when a good looking man approached the table.  I tensed up fully expecting a scene.  It had happened before.  A man would come over and ask me to dance and Barney would light into him for having the audacity to approach a married woman sitting with her husband.  Barney could be a little loud at times and we would end up being the center of attention and I would end up wanting to crawl under the table and hide.

This time Barney surprised me.  He smiled, stood up and offered his hand to the man.  “Stan, good to see you.”

“Marge and I are on the other side of the room and I saw you so I just came over to say hi.”

Then Barney introduced me.  Stan worked with him.  “Say,” Barney said, “Why don’t you and Marge come on over and join us?”

Stan turned to me, “Is that okay with you?”

I liked that; I liked that he had to courtesy to ask me.  “It is fine with me,” I said, and he left to get his wife.  As soon as he was out of hearing Barney said:

“I’m sorry honey, but he might have felt slighted if I hadn’t offered and I do have to get along with him at the office.”

“I don’t mind honey,” I said even though I did mind.  To me a night out meant Barney and me - alone - no office politics intruding, so I threw a dig at my hubby.  “He isn’t bad looking, maybe I’ll flirt some with him and get him to dance the fast dances with me, you know, the ones you don’t like.”

I saw just a touch of dark cloud in his eyes when I said that and I smiled to myself as I thought, “That will teach him to take me for granted.”

Stan and his wife joined us, introductions were made and then we proceeded to socialize.  About half an hour after Marge and Stan joined us the band started playing “Louie, Louie” which, back when I was in school, was a line dance.  Barney had no use for dances like that so when a line began to form at one end of the dance floor I got up to go join in.  Barney and Marge were talking about something and Stan got up and said he would go with me and he got up and followed.  I wondered how Barney was taking that since he wasn’t fond of me dancing with other partners.  Technically, Stan wasn’t dancing with me since you don’t have a partner in a line dance.  Still, I knew Barney and I expected to hear about it later.

And I did, but not how I expected.

On the way home Barney said, “You have an admirer.”

“And just who would that be?”

“When you danced with Stan he couldn’t take his eyes off of your ass.”

“In the first place I didn’t dance with Stan, you don’t have partners in line dances.  In the second place, so what if he looked at my butt.  A lot of men look at my butt.  It’s a nice butt and I work damned hard on the Stairmaster to keep it nice.”

“That isn’t what I mean.  What I should have said is that I think he wanted to fuck you.”

“I doubt that. Marge is one sexy looking lady and I’m sure she keeps him plenty busy.”

“I don’t know about that.  He has a reputation as a ladies man.  Rumor has it that he has bedded half the women at work.”

“Well gosh oh golly Barney, give me his phone number and I’ll call him as soon as we get home.”

Barney was silent for several seconds and then he said, “Would you really call him if I gave you the number?”

It was my turn to be silent for a couple of seconds before saying, “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?  You know, the insanely jealous guy who married me?  The guy who has a fit if another man even dares to ask me to dance?”

“I’m not that bad.”

“Oh yes you are sweetie.  In fact, this conversation is so unlike you I’m wondering if there isn’t something behind it.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know sweetie, you’re the one who started it with telling me you think Stan wants my ass.”

“Must have had too much to drink,” he said and then he changed the subject.

When we got home and were undressed and ready for bed I pulled him to me, and because I was curious about his earlier abnormal behavior (abnormal to me anyway) I decided to play with him.

“Come on sweetie, show me what you would do to me if you were Stan.”

“You want to imagine I’m Stan?” he asked as he slid his hard cock into my pussy.

“The question baby, is are YOU imagining you are Stan.”

Barney pushed hard into me and I’m not sure where it came from, but I moaned:

“That’s it Stan, fuck your married whore.  Make my husband a cuckold.  Fuck my married pussy baby, fill my cheating hole.”

I was looking up into Barney’s face when I said that and I thought I detected a wild glint in his eye.  I wrapped my legs around his waist, locked my ankles in the small of his back and moaned:

“Hurry lover, hurry.  You have to get me off before Barney gets home.  Fuck me Stan, fuck me hard.”

Then Barney surprised me.  “I’ll fuck you hard you cheating whore.  I’ll fuck your married whorish ass until your fucking cheating eyes cross” and he rammed hard into me. 

I screamed out in pleasure and my hands clutched at his back, my nails digging in as I cried:

“That’s it Stan, fuck your whore, fuck her hard.”

“Bitch!!!” snarled Barney and I shook with my orgasm as he moaned, “You want cum you cheating whore?  Well here it comes and I hope I knock your ass up.”

He slammed hard into me one last time and then held himself against me as he spurted sperm into my hot hole.  He pulled out of me, fell to the bed beside me and then rolled over and enveloped me in his arms.  He nuzzled my neck and seconds later I heard the soft, steady breathing that told me he had fallen asleep.

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In the morning over breakfast I said, “The booze has worn off and we are sober, albeit a little hung over, so would you care to explain last night to me?”

Barney looked at me in silence for several seconds and I could see he was trying to make up his mind on whether to tell me the truth or duck the question and then he said:

“You mentioned my insane jealousy last night, but you don’t know the reason why I’m that way.  Do you remember Richie Banner?”

Indeed I did remember Richie.  Specifically I remembered the last time I had seen him.  Oh God did I ever remember.  “I remember him, why?”

“Two weeks before our wedding I ran into him at a bar.  Richie always was an asshole and he’d had just enough to drink to be obnoxious.  He took great delight in telling me about what you and he had done together in the greatest of detail.  He laughed at me and told me I was marrying some very good, but well worn pussy and then he told me about all the threesomes you had done with him and his friends.  I didn’t believe him of course and I broke his nose and cracked two of his ribs before the others in the bar pulled me off of him. 

“A couple of days later three of his buddies came looking for me.  They planned on making me pay for what I’d done to him, but first they wanted to know why.  When I told them and it changed things.  All of a sudden Richie was a dirt bag who got what he deserved.  One of them even told me that if Richie had done something like that to him he wouldn’t stopped at just a broken nose and a couple of cracked ribs. 

“But then they told me that even though Richie was a piece of shit for telling me, he didn’t lie.  All three of them said that at one time or another they had been part of a threesome with you and Richie.  I asked a lot of questions and it seemed like it all took place before I met you and I accepted the fact that what you did before me was none of my business.  I loved you, I was certain you loved me and the marriage went off as scheduled.”

Good Lord, the poor man didn’t know the half of it.  I thanked God that Richie had only mentioned the threesomes.  If he had told Barney the full story Barney would never have looked at me again, let alone marry me.

“Anyway, knowing what you had done and knowing how much they said you liked it I’ve spent years being afraid you liked multiple partners so much that you might want to go back to having them.  The thought that one day you might sneak off and indulge yourself has always been with me.  I’ve spent years praying that sexually I was enough for you and I’ve spent those same years thinking that every guy who comes close to you knows you like threesomes and wants to get you away from me so he can get you in one.  That is where my insane jealousy comes from.”

I sat there and looked at him and didn’t know what to say.  After several seconds of silence I knew what I HAD to say:

“Sweetie, I was young and wild then.  I liked it, I won’t lie about that; no, that’s a lie right there.  I didn’t like it, I loved it, but there is a big difference between sex and love.  When I met you love became more important than sex and I put my wild ways behind me so I could be yours.  You have always been enough for me sexually.  But that still doesn’t explain last night.  You weren’t at all the jealous guy I’ve been married to all these years.”

“I can’t explain it Tam.  All those years I was being scared that you would slip off and do it the thoughts of you with two men rolled around and around in my mind until suddenly one day I was seeing you with two men and one of them was me.  I wondered what it would be like.  I fantasized about it.  Gradually I got to the point where I wanted it to happen.  I wanted to share you with another man.  I’d see other men and I’d ask myself if I could share you with them and the answer was always no, not with him.

“Last night I’d had just enough to drink to be loose.  When I saw Stan coming towards us I fantasized that he would walk up to the table and say:

“Hi Barney.  This your wife?  Can I fuck her?” and I would say, “Sure, lets take her out to the car and do her.”

“I guess some of the remnants of the fantasy stuck around and caused me to say the things I said.”

Jesus God, my husband wanted me to be a shared wife.  I’d meant what I said about love being more important than sex to me and that I’d put my wildness behind me when I met him, but Barney had been right when he had worried about me slipping off for some multiple partner sex.  Not that I ever did it, but I sure thought about it all the time.  There hadn’t been a week go by during our marriage that I didn’t think about it and remember how good it felt to have more than one cock to play with.

Richie had told Barney about the threesomes, but it didn’t sound like he had mentioned the foursomes and the gangbangs.  I wondered what Barney was seeing in his mind when he thought about me and two men.  He probably saw me with a cock in my mouth and one in my pussy.  Knowing Barney I didn’t think he would picture it the way it usually was - one cock in my pussy and the other one in my ass.  I got wet just remembering it.  I just sat there and looked at him, shocked to my core, as what he had just said registered.

“Barney, are you telling me that you want to share me in a threesome?”

He looked away from me and down at the floor as he said, “Don’t get upset Tam, it is just a fantasy.”

As I sat there I remembered the last time I had been with more than one guy.  It had been an eight man gangbang two weeks before my wedding - one last time before I promised to be faithful to my husband for all time.  I’d said yes to Barney when he had proposed. I’d gone steady with him for six months and I had been faithful to him even though it had been hard, very hard. 

We set a date three months away.  It wasn’t going to be a big wedding, just trip in front of a magistrate.  Two weeks before the wedding I let some girl friends talk me into going out with them.

“Once you get married Tam you’ll be lucky to get out to go to the store, let alone party.”

I went with them and we drank and danced and drank some more and then Polly asked me to go home with her.  She said she needed to show her boyfriend that she had really been out with the girls and not the boys.  I followed her into the dark house and suddenly the lights came on and I found myself in a room full of naked guys who were stroking their cocks and looking at me like a hungry wolf looks at a sheep who has wandered into their midst. 

“It’s your going away party Tam,” Polly said, “Last time to do what you love to do.”

I didn’t fight when two of the guys stepped forward and started undressing me.  Two minutes later I was on my knees as the guys formed a circle around me and I went from cock to cock sucking on them in turn.  Ten minutes later I was grunting like a pig as I took a cock in my pussy and one in my ass while a third one was moving toward my open mouth.  It went on until six in the morning and might have gone on longer if anyone could have gotten up again.  I remembered that I almost asked them to call around and find me a couple of more guys.  I spent a year praying that Barney would never hear of it and then we moved fifteen hundred miles away and that took the pressure off me.

I thought of that night and surprised myself when I decided to take a gamble.  “If I said yes who would you want the second man to be, Stan?”

His head snapped up and he looked at me with a shocked look on his face.  “You would do it?  You would actually do it?”

“I might consider it if I like the guy you pick,” but before I could say any more the kids came into the kitchen wanting to know what was for breakfast.  “We will talk about it later,” I said as I got up to feed my hungry brood.

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Talk about having a bad day.  All day two thoughts were at war in my head.  I had buried my inner slut deep in the dungeon and locked her away in order to marry the man I loved and have a stable and loving marriage.  The slut was still there and there wasn’t a week that went by that I didn’t hear her voice asking me to unlock the dungeon and let her out and here was Barney hinting that he wanted me to let her out of her cage. 

I wanted to; oh God did I ever want to, but the other thought at war with the thought of doing it was that I did not honestly think that my Barney was the type to do it.  Oh I had no doubt that under the right set of circumstances he could handle a threesome with a woman, just not with me - his wife and the mother of his children.  And what if he did do it.  What would he think of me after seeing me on my knees with another man’s cock in one of my holes?  What would he think when he saw what a cock hungry slut I could be?

It didn’t matter how long I looked at it or from what angle, the bottom line was that I just did not believe my Barney could handle it.  And if Barney didn’t handle it my perfect life would go into the toilet.  By the time we sat down to dinner that night I had talked myself out of doing what I really, really would have loved doing.  All through the meal, as the kids talked about the fun they had when Barney took them to the park that afternoon, I saw Barney looking at me and I wondered if he had spent the day thinking about our morning conversation.  Was he hoping I’d say yes or had he had second thoughts about the idea.

He was waiting for me in the living room when I walked in after putting the kids to bed and he handed me a glass of wine and then asked:

“Have you spent any time thinking about what we were talking about this morning?”

“Actually sweetie, I have, and I don’t think it would be a good idea.”

“Why not?  You want to.  I saw it written all over your face when I mentioned it.”

“There are a lot of things I want to do sweetie, but I don’t do them because they could possibly be harmful to me or the family.  I have put my wild days behind me and behind me is where they should stay.  The wildest you are ever going to see me get is when I do some role playing.”

“Role playing?  I don’t understand.”

“Sure you do Stan.  Remember last night when you fucked Barney’s wife?”

I put my empty wineglass down and stood up and said, “If we hurry you can knock off another piece of Barney’s whore before he gets home.  Come on Stan, fuck me like the slut I am.  Come on and fuck Barney’s wife.”

I sat naked on the side of the bed and watched Barney strip.  I was looking at him and thinking of all the cocks that I wished I could have again.  I wanted them and Barney seemed to want me to have them, or at least one more, but I was sure in my mind that Barney could not handle having a slut for a wife; I was so sure of it that I would never even think about giving him what he seemed to think he wanted.  I looked at his hard cock sticking out from his body and said:

“Hurry up Stan, bring that beautiful cock over here and let Barney’s slut wife suck on it.  If we hurry we can get off a couple of good, hard fucks before you have to leave.  Wouldn’t want Barney to catch us and put and end to our fun, now would we?”

He walked over to me and I took his cock in my mouth and I started sucking on it.

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It didn’t end there of course.  Once the elephant in the room was noticed it couldn’t be avoided.  Over the next couple of months Barney kept after me to think about giving him his fantasy.  When we were out some place he would point out some guy and say:

“How about him?  I could share you with a guy like that.”

And every time he did it I would think, “God don’t I wish” but I put my marriage ahead of my carnal desires and I wasn’t going to gamble on Barney being able to handle things if he got what he said he wanted.  Every time he brought the subject up I shot it down, right up till the night of Barney’s birthday.

We got a sitter for the kids and we went out clubbing.  We hit three different clubs and did some drinking and dancing at each one before ending up at the Pink Lady.  We had been there maybe forty minutes and I’d had enough to drink by then to be in a pretty good mood.  I had been teasing Barney all day about letting him watch me fuck Stan that night when we got home and I was as horny as a billy goat.  I was sitting there savoring the thought of the role playing I was going to do when we got home.  I’d even bought a dildo that I was going to introduce into the role playing as the second cock in a threesome and I was looking at Barney and trying to imagine the look on his face when I did it when I felt a touch on my shoulder and I turned to see Stan standing behind me.

“May I have this dance?”

I turned and looked at Barney and saw him sitting there with a big shit eating grin on his face and I immediately knew that Stan’s being there was no accident.  I had been set up!  Without saying a word to Barney I stood up and let Stan lead me out onto the dance floor.  As he took me in his arms and we started moving to the music I asked:

“Where’s Marge?”

“She had a date tonight.”

“A date?”

“Yeah, some guy she works with that she has the hots for.”

“I take it that means you have some sort of an open marriage?”

“Yes we do.”

“I’m guessing that somehow you told Barney about it?”

“He saw her when she was out on one of her dates and like a good friend he told me about it and then I had to explain to him that it was okay with me.”

“Was making me a shared wife his idea or yours?”

“His.  He told me about his fantasies and I took one look at you and agreed to help him if I could.”

“How is tonight supposed to go down?”

“Simple basics.  Get you drunk and then take advantage of you.  I have a tab of Ecstasy that I could drop into your drink if I thought it would help.”

“Barney wants his fantasy so bad he would drug me?”

“He wants his fantasy real bad, but no, he doesn’t know about the Ecstasy.”

“But he will let you get me drunk so you can do me?”

“According to him you really want to do it, but you are scared of where it might lead.  He is certain that if we can just get you started you will love every minute of it.”

“And then after you do me he gets to do Marge, right?”

“No.  He isn’t interested in swinging, just in having a threesome with you.”

I was just a little pissed at my husband.  I’d told him no a hundred times, but he was going to push me into it anyway.  He was going to get me drunk and then let another man fuck me and trust that I would like it enough not to bitch afterwards.  All right, if that is what he wanted I’d give it to him.

“Dance me over to the hallway to the restrooms.”

“What?”

“Just do it” I said as I steered him in that direction.  When we reached the hallway I took him by the hand and led him to the men’s bathroom and pulled him inside.

“What are you doing?”

“Barney wants a slut so I’m going to give him one.”

It was a large restroom with four stalls and four urinals.  The room was empty and I led Stan to the last stall in line, opened the door and said:

“Drop your pants and sit down.”

He figured it out and smiled as he dropped his trousers and briefs and sat down.  His cock was already erect and I licked my lips when I saw it.  It was the first cock I’d seen other than Barney’s since the day we were married.  I bent at the waist and took him in my mouth.  With my hands on his legs to support me I started sucking him off.  I pumped my head up and down a half dozen times and then licked the head of his cock and my tongue swirled around the shaft.  I gave the head several small kisses before I opened my mouth and took him back in.  Men came and went and I heard toilets and urinals flush and I knew that my high heel clad feet could be seen below the partition and that added to the slutty way I was feeling.  Some one knocked on the door and asked if he could be next and I took my head off Stan long enough to say:

“Not this time, but check back next week about this time and I may be able to fit you in.”

I swallowed Stan’s cock again and worked my lips almost touched the base and then I clamped my lips tight around him and used my mouth to jack him off.  My head was bobbing up and down and I felt Stan’s hands cup my tits as he said, “Damn baby, I can’t wait to see you naked.”

I took my mouth off of him long enough to ask him what he would do with my naked body and then I went back to sucking him off.

“All the things that a slut like you could want.”

I should have been pissed at that remark, but I was sucking off a man who wasn’t my husband in a public restroom and if that didn’t make me a slut I don’t know what would.

“I’ll eat your pussy, suck on your tits and pay that marvelous ass the attention it deserves.  You like cocks in your ass?  I’m going to bury my cock in that beautiful tush and fuck it so good you won’t even want to go home with Barney.”

When he said that I shivered in anticipation.  I loved having a cock in my ass, but Barney would never do me there.  Stan felt the shiver and said:

“Like that idea huh?  Oh baby, we are going to have so much fun.”

His hands went to the back of my head and he pushed his hips up at me.  I knew what was on the way and I clamped my mouth tight around him and began gulping as he flooded my mouth.  I swallowed most of it, but not all.  I kept a small glob in my mouth.  When Stan and I got back to the table I leaned down and kissed Barney before he could ask where we had disappeared to.  I forced my tongue into his mouth and then I pushed the glob of cum I’d saved into his mouth.  I broke the kiss and whispered in his ear:

“Like it?  It is called ‘snow balling’.  Come on sweetie, let’s get out of here.  I can’t wait to have Stan’s cock in my pussy and up my ass.  He’s already had my mouth.  I sucked him off in the men’s room.  Wasn’t that wicked?”

Barney looked shocked and confused as I took his hand and pulled him up out of his chair.  I turned to Stan:

“Where are we going?  We can’t do it at our house because of the babysitter and the kids.”

“I figured we would use my place.  Marge’s date will be an all nighter and we will have the place to ourselves.  We can take my car and I’ll bring you back to yours when we are done.”

“I think we will take our car and follow you” Barney said.

“Oh no sweetie,” I said, “You pushed for this even though I said no so we will do this my way.”

When we got to Stan’s car I got in the middle of the front seat so I had Stan on one side and Barney on the other.  We weren’t even out of the parking lot and I had Stan’s cock in one hand and Barney’s cock in the other.  I sat there between the two men stroking their cocks as we drove down the street.

“How far to your place? I asked.

“About five minutes.”

“That means I can give you each two minutes,” I said as I let go of Stan’s cock, turned and lowered my head to take Barney in my mouth.  So far so good I thought as I licked the head of his dick; he hasn’t shriveled up on me.  I spent two minutes with my head bobbing up and down on my husbands cock and I wasn’t at all surprised when I felt Stan’s right hand slide up my leg and his fingers rub my pussy.  At the end of what I thought was two minutes I gave Barney’s cock a final suck and turned and went down on Stan.

“Damn Tammy, you have a great mouth” Stan said as I licked and sucked on him.   I wished I had eyes in the back of my head so I could see how Barney was taking it.  Stan got more than two minutes and he was hunching his hips up at me and I knew I was about to take a load from him down my throat for the second time that night.  He moaned and his cock pulsed and throbbed and I greedily gulped it down.  I sat up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and turned to Barney.

“Kiss me sweetie.  Show me you appreciate what I’m doing for you.”

Barney hesitated and I took his head in both hands and held it while I kissed him and forced my tongue into his mouth and let him taste Stan for the second time that night.  Stan pulled into a driveway and said:

“We’re here.”

“Good” I said, “And not a moment too soon.  I need a cock in me.  I’m hot, wet and ready and I feel like I can go for hours.  I hope you two don’t wuss out on me.”

Stan opened his door and got out, but Barney seemed rooted to his seat.  “Come on sweetie, it is what you wanted and now I want it too.”  I reached across him and opened the door and then I had to push him to get him out of the car.  It told me that I had been right all along and I suppose I should have backed off and asked Stan to run us back to our car, but by then I was on fire and I wanted Stan’s cock.  No, that isn’t true - I needed Stan’s cock, and Barney’s cock and if there were a half dozen guys inside Stan’s house waiting for us I wanted their cocks too.

Barney had unwittingly let my caged slut free and no way was she going to let herself be locked back up that night.  Maybe the next day I could force her back into the dungeon, but she was loose that night and no way was she not going to make the most of it.

I took Barney’s hand and pulled him along behind me as I followed Stan inside his house.

“Maybe a drink to start with?” Stan asked.

“No honey, we all know what we are here for and I want to get to it.  Lead us to the bedroom.”

As I started following Stan I was shedding clothes. The blouse hit the living room floor, the middle step of the staircase got my brassiere, the upstairs landing is where my skirt landed and my panties dropped to the floor halfway down the hallway.  I entered Stan’s bedroom in my thigh highs and high heels.  Stan was naked by the time I reached the bed and I turned to see Barney standing in the doorway looking like he was looking into the headlights of an oncoming train and couldn’t make himself move.  I walked back to the doorway and took him by the hand and pulled him to the bed.

“Come on sweetie, you need to get into this, it is what you wanted, isn’t it.  It is why you arranged for Stan to meet us, right?”

As I was talking I was undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper and then I went to my knees and pulled his trousers and his boxers down.  I was a little disappointed that his cock wasn’t erect and rock hard.  I would take care of that, but it would have been nice if he were hot for me without making me work for it.

I finally got his clothes off and pushed him back on the bed.  “You have to help me out here sweetie.  Stan’s already cum for me twice and it may take him a while to get it up again and I need cock.  You haven’t gotten off yet so you are going to be the first one in my pussy.”

I knelt over Barney and swallowed his cock and in less than a minute I had him up.  I moved over him and lowered myself down and using my right hand I guided him into me.  I started moving up and down on his hard cock and I motioned for Stan to come over.  I reached over and took his soft cock in my hand and it twitched.  As I rode up and down on Barney I leaned left and took Stan’s cock in my mouth for the third time that night.  My tongue went in little circles around the bulbous head and then I swallowed him and began fucking my mouth with his cock.

Barney was looking up at the dick pistoning forward and back in my mouth and I wondered what he was thinking.  By then I was hoping that he was enjoying the hell out of his fantasy because if he did maybe we could do it again and my inner slut wanted that - she wanted that bad!

Once I had Stan rock hard I took my mouth of his cock and asked him if he had any KY Jelly or something similar and he went into the bathroom and came back with some Astroglide.

“You know what I want lover, but go slow and gentle at first - it has been a long time since I’ve done it.”

He moved behind me and maybe a half minute later I felt his lube coated fingers start to probe my ass.  Barney had never fucked my butt even thought I had repeatedly asked him to.  He said that anal sex was just too disgusting for him to even consider, which was too bad for me because I loved a hard cock in my ass.  I was lifting up and then slamming down on Barney and I was looking down into his face as I said:

“You’ve seen me with a cock in my mouth sweetie and any minute now you are going to feel a cock sliding into my ass.”

I squealed in pleasure as Stan worked three fingers into my butt and after a couple of minutes I said:

“I think I’m ready now lover.  Just go slow and easy at first.”

He moved up behind me and I felt the head of his cock push at my tight little hole.  He pushed a little harder and I felt my asshole stretch and then he popped past the sphincter.  I leaned forward until I was lying on Barney’s chest.

“Feel him sweetie?  Feel his cock sliding along yours through the membrane?  Just lie still sweetie until he gets all the way in and then you can experience your first double penetration.  Having fun sweetie?  Is it as sexy and exciting as you thought it would be?”

Barney didn’t answer me and I’m not sure that I would have heard him if he had.  I was experiencing the pleasure/pain that comes with the initial entry of a cock in your butt.  I loved ass fucking, but it had been a long time and I was going to need to get used to it all over again.  I held still as I let Stan push his cock deeper and deeper into my bowels and then I told him to start fucking me slowly.  Stan’s fucking my ass was moving my body around on Barney’s cock.  Stan picked up the pace a little and I moaned:

“That’s it lover, that’s it, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass.”

I was starting to push my ass back to meet Stan’s thrusts and that had me moving on Barney’s cock.  I hate to say it, but for several minutes there I forgot all about Barney.  His cock was in my pussy, but all my attention was on the cock buried in my ass.  God but did it feel good to have a bone in my butt again.  I felt it coming and I screamed as Stan brought me to an orgasm.  He kept pounding me and I was moving back and forth on Barney’s cock, but it was the cock in my ass that was doing it for me.  I had two more screaming orgasms before I felt Stan flood my ass with liquid heat.

I lay on Barney’s chest, gasping for breath and feeling like a limp dishrag.  The orgasm’s had been incredible.

“Go wash it lover” she said to Stan, “And bring it back so I can get it hard again.

Barney still hadn’t cum.  “Come on sweetie, roll me over and get on top.  I need you to fuck me hard.”

He was looking up at me with an unreadable expression on his face and made no move to do what I asked.  I got off him and got on my back and pulled and tugged him on top of me.  He started screwing me, but I could tell that he was just going through the motions - his heart wasn’t in it.  Stan came back and knelt beside my head and once again I took him in my mouth and licked and sucked on him.  It took longer that time, but I did get him erect again.

Barney was not as into screwing me as he should have been and my mouth had been full of Stan’s cock so I hadn’t given him much encouragement.  I took my mouth off Stan and moaned:

“Come on sweetie, get me off.  Fuck me hard and get me off.”

Instead he pulled out of me and got off the bed.  “I have to go to the bathroom,” he said as he walked away from the bed.

Stan quickly moved to take Barney’s place and I moaned as he slammed his cock into me.  When Barney came back into the room I had my legs wrapped around Stan, my hands were clutching his ass cheeks as I tried to pull him even deeper into me and I was begging him to make me cum.  Stan had already cum three times that night, twice in my mouth and once in my ass, so I knew I was in for a long ride and I wanted it.

“Oh shit lover, I’m cumming,” I cried as I had an orgasm.  “So good, so good,” I moaned as he kept slamming into me.  I moaned, I panted and I grunted as he drove himself into me.

I saw Barney getting dressed - he wasn’t even watching!  Damn it, this was all his doing.  I’d told him no a dozen times and still he pushed to get it done.  Well fuck him I thought and I urged Stan on.

“Fuck me lover, fuck me.  So good lover, so fucking good.”

I moaned, pleaded and begged as Stan pounded me to two more orgasms before he groaned, “Oh fuck” and I felt him pulse inside me and I pushed my hips up at him as he drained into me.  I saw Barney sitting in a chair looking at us on the bed and while his face was unreadable his body language told me that he was not very happy.

Stan pulled out and I grabbed his cock with my hand.  “Can you go one more time?”

“Can you get me up again?”

Barney said, “We need to be going Tammy.”  I ignored him and went to work on Stan’s cock.  It took a while but I finally got him hard enough for what I wanted.  I got on my hands and knees, looked over my shoulder at Stan and said:

“My ass lover, I want this one in my ass.”

I moved until I could look into Barney’s face.  I was looking Barney right in the eyes when Stan pushed his cock into my ass and I moaned:

“Oh God yes lover, I love it in my ass.  Fuck my ass lover, fuck my ass.  Make it yours baby, make it yours.”

Stan ass fucked me to two screaming orgasms while I looked into Barney’s face.  It was cruel and mean spirited of me, but this was his idea; he wanted it and he had intended to have it if I wanted it or not.  Once started I was not going to let his sudden change of heart put a damper on things.  He was responsible for letting the slut loose and by God he could sit and watch her run.

Stan blew his load in my ass and then I begged him to get me off once more and I sucked his cock for a good ten minutes trying to get him up, but I had taken all the poor man could give in one night and I do have to admit that was two better than most men could have done.  I gave him a last passionate kiss and started gathering up my clothes.

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Barney wouldn’t even look my way as I dressed and the ride back to the bar to pick up our car was a silent one until we pulled into the parking lot.

“When can we do this again?” Stan wanted to know.

“You will have to get together with Barney on that” I said as I got out of the car.

“Talk to you at work Barney” and Barney gave a non-committal grunt and waved.

The ride home was silent for the first five minutes and then Barney said:

“Why didn’t you get off that damned bed and get dressed when I told you it was time to go?”

“Why?  Didn’t you like what you were seeing?  Didn’t you like what you were doing?  It is what you wanted.  It is what you pushed for.  You arranged for Stan to be there and you had already told him you were going to get me drunk and give me to him.  All I did is what you said you wanted.”

“Well I didn’t like it, I didn’t like it at all.  You should have known I didn’t like it when I said it was time to leave.”

“I knew long before then that you didn’t like it.”

“Then why didn’t you get up when I said we needed to leave?”

“I stayed on that bed to punish you.  I don’t know how many times I told you no, that I wasn’t going to do it, but you ignored me and went ahead and set it up anyway.  So you got what you said you wanted.  Even though I didn’t want to do it once you pushed it as far as you did I said to hell with it and even though I hated it I went ahead and gave you what you wanted.”

“You hated it?”

“Of course I did,” I lied, “I hated every second of it.  I’m a married woman in love with her husband and family, not some fucking whore, but that didn’t matter to you did it?  Oh no, to you it was just a case of put the bitch on her back so I can have MY fantasy, never mind what she wants.  My staying on that bed and staring into your face while Stan fucked me was my way of getting back at you for what you did to me.  I would still be there begging Stan to fuck me while I stared into your eyes if I could have got him up again.  You made me feel unclean Barney.  I don’t know how many showers I’m going to have to take before I feel right again.  This was all your doing Barney - all of it -and I don’t want to hear another fucking word about it from you.  I’m so pissed at you right now that you may not get to touch me for months.”

The rest of the ride home was in was in dead silence.  When we got home I took a shower while Barney ran the babysitter home and I was in bed asleep by the time he got back.

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Things were a little cool around our house for the couple of days.  Barney knew I was pissed so he stepped lightly around me.  I was pissed, but not for the reason he thought.  He thought I was mad over him pushing me into something I didn’t want to do and he was partly right.  I hadn’t wanted to do it because I knew deep in my brain that he couldn’t handle it, but what I was really pissed over was that he made it happen - awoke the demons inside me - and then didn’t want to continue.  I couldn’t let him know that though.  I was just going to have to force my slut side back into the dungeon where I’d kept her since the day I married Barney. 

But how was I supposed to bury my inner slut when every waking minute I was thinking of Stan’s cock in my mouth, my pussy and especially, in my ass?  Don’t misunderstand me here, I wasn’t thinking of Stan, I was thinking of his cock.  Stan was a nobody to me, but I had loved having a cock in my ass after all those years and I’d had marvelous orgasms when I was doubly penetrated and several times over the next to days thinking about it ended up with me in the bathroom masturbating.

The third day when we went to bed Barney snuggled up to me spoon fashion and I felt his hard cock poking me in the butt.  His hands came around me and he cupped my breasts.  It was his usual way of telling me he wanted to make love.  As hot and horny as I had been with my thoughts over the last two days there was no way I was going to say no, but I could not resist taking a shot at him.

“Are you sure you want to fuck this slutty whore of yours?  How about I go over to Stan’s and fuck him and bring you back some sloppy seconds?”

“I’m sorry Tam, it was stupid of me to do it and I’m sorry.  Please don’t hold it against me for the rest of our lives.  I thought you would like it, I really did.”

“Okay sweetie, but the next time I say “no” to something you had best remember that to me no means just that - no!”

After, when we were lying there looking at the ceiling and trying to catch our breath Barney said, “In all the years we have been married I have never heard you scream the way you did when he was screwing you.”

I was silent for a couple of seconds and then I said, “That’s because you have never had anal sex with me.  I always was a noisy fuck when I had a cock up my butt.”

“If you like it so much why didn’t you ever let me know?”

“I did let you know Barney.  I asked you for it several times and you always said it was just too disgusting to even think about.  You kept saying no and to me no means no so I dropped it.”

I lay there hoping he would say, “I want you to scream like that for me” or maybe “I’d like to try it once” but he never said a word and a minute later I heard him lightly snoring.

I spent the rest of that week thinking of having more than one cock to play with and masturbating myself.  At night I would still be hot and I would go after Barney.  I was having no luck in forcing my slut side into her cell deep down in the dungeon where I wouldn’t be able to think of her anymore.

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A week later I got a phone call from Stan.  “I’ve tried talking to Barney, but he won’t talk to me about that night.  I take it that he didn’t like it?”

“He hated it.”

“But you didn’t, did you?”

“What do you think?”

“I think you want to do it again.  The only question is when.”

The answer was the next day at noon.  I met Stan at the downtown Denny’s for lunch and then we checked into the Marriott.  That was six months ago.  I fucked Stan twice a week for a month and then one day he had a friend with him, and then two and then three.  I’ve done two six man gangbangs in the last two months and twice, when Barney was out of town on business, I went out prowling with Stan’s wife Marge and what happened on those nights is a story in itself and maybe one of these days I’ll tell it.

I’m still madly in love with Barney although I know that there are lots who will read this and not believe it.  But then they don’t have to, do they?