The party was humming along and I was having a great time which was a surprise considering that I did not want to be there in the first place.  I'd just come back from an exhausting business trip and was looking forward to a restful weekend doing absolutely nothing.  My wife, Brandy, reminded me that I had promised to take her to a birthday party for her best friend on Saturday so I kissed my peaceful weekend goodbye and here we were.  Brandy was having a good time too and, as usual, she had more male attention than I cared to see, but I trusted her implicitly so I did my best to ignore it.  Rhonda, Brandy's best friend since the third grade, and her husband Paul, really knew how to throw a party so I was a little surprised when Paul came up to me and asked me for a favor.

 "We are running out of ice and I feel obligated to stay and be host.  Could you go and get some?" 

I thought about it for a moment, the closest store at this time of night was over half an hour away, but what the hell, why not?  I said I'd go.  "Let me tell Brandy what's going on and I'll get going."

About half a block from the house I remembered that I didn't have any cash on me and that I'd used the last of the checks in my check book while I was on my trip.  I turned around and went back to the party thinking I'd get some money from Brandy.  I went through the side door and as I wiped my feet in the mud room I could see into the kitchen and what I saw was Paul with his hand inside Brandy's dress and Brandy rubbing the bulge in Paul's pants.  I heard Paul say:

 "Lets take this to the bedroom" and the two of them headed off.

 I started to go after them, but for some strange reason that to this day I don't understand, I stopped.  Paul's house was a single level ranch style so all the bedrooms were on ground level.  I went outside and circled the house until I came to Paul and Rhonda's bedroom and I was in luck - the blinds were not completely closed.  I got there in time to see Paul step out of his pants and Brandy throw her panties on the bed.  She knelt on the edge of the bed and Paul moved in behind her and pushed himself into her.  They had been fucking for about two minutes when the door opened and Rhonda came in followed by Paul's brother Jess and a man I knew only as Harv.  Jess unbuttoned himself and pulled out his cock as he walked over to Brandy; he stuck it in her face and she did not hesitate to open her mouth and take it in.  It may sound strange, but the only thoughts going through my mind were:

 "How long has this been going on?" and "Why hasn't Brandy told me about this?" 

I admit it!  I was turned on - big time!  I watched for about an hour as Brandy and Rhonda fucked and sucked the three men and I was still whacking away on my stiff dick as the five of them started to dress.

I went back to the party and made up a bullshit story about having a flat tire, finding the spare flat, and then having to wait so long for road service that I figured the party must be breaking up so I skipped getting the ice.  It was a quiet ride home that night, as I usually don't like to talk when I drive because I don't like being distracted.  When we were home and in the bedroom undressing I waved my hard cock at Brandy and told her that her night wasn't over yet.  She said she was really tired and didn't feel like having sex.  I looked at her and said:

 "You spend over an hour fucking and sucking Paul, Harv and Jess and you're going to tell me you don't feel like having sex tonight?" 

All the blood drained from her face and she turned pale white.  I turned away from her and hung my clothes in the closet and when I turned back she was sitting motionless on the bed.  As I walked toward her she tearfully asked me what was I going to do.

 "First," I said, "You are going to suck my cock until I am ready to fuck you and then we are going to fuck until you can't get me up anymore."

Brandy spent the next two hours fucking me to exhaustion and I fell asleep.  When I woke up the next morning Brandy was sitting next to me on the bed and I could tell from her red eyes and puffy face that she'd not slept.  She looked down at me and again asked, "What are you going to do?" 

I reached up and pulled her down to me and put my arms around her, "I don't care about what happened, I love you and I have no intention of ever letting you go."

  I told her about what I'd seen and how much it turned me on and then I stunned her by telling her I wanted to do it again - I wanted to watch her with other men.

  "Wouldn't you rather participate?  Rhonda is just dying to fuck you.  She keeps after me to bring you into the group."  I told her that, at least for now, all I wanted to do was secretly watch.  I asked her how long she'd been fucking other guys and she told me it had been going on for about eight months, ever since she had attended a bridal shower for Rhonda's sister.  They had brought in a male stripper and the idea was that the stripper would fuck the bride to be - it was a grudge thing - they had found out that the bridegroom had fucked the stripper at his bachelor party and the bride was going to get even.  The girls had all been pretty well blitzed by the time the stripper got there and by the time the stripper was naked the bride to be had chickened out. 

The stripper was standing there with a stiff ten inch cock waving in the breeze and all the girls started daring each other to take him on, but no one would step forward so Rhonda said, "I'll do it!" and she did.  To the utter amazement of all present she took every last inch - it had taken him five minutes to work it all the way in - and the stripper had fucked her till she passed out.  Brandy had ended up being the one to take her home.  When she got Rhonda to her house Paul was having a poker game.  Paul thanked her for getting Rhonda home safe and he gave Brandy a drink, and then another, and still another and the next thing she knew Paul was fucking her and then someone else did and then they all did.  Everyone fucked her at least once and several did her more than once.  Brandy told me that until that night she'd had no idea how much she loved cock, but that she was determined, for the sake of our marriage that it would never happen again.  One week later, on a night when I was out of town, Paul had called her and invited her to a poker party at his house.  When she told him that I wasn't there and could not make it he'd said:

 "No honey - just you.  I've got some friends who would like to meet you."

She said she'd hung up on him, but that on the night of the game she'd shown up at his front door and had been surprised when Rhonda had answered the doorbell.

  "Brandy!  Thank God you're here.  There are eleven of them and I'm going to need all the help I can get."

And from that night on she had been getting together with Paul, Rhonda and whomever at least twice a month and on a couple of occasions when Paul had been out of town she and Rhonda had gone out bar hopping, picking up guys and fucking them in the back seats of cars.

Its been a year now and I still haven't gotten tired of watching Brady from the closet as she has taken on as many as five guys at a time.  She really does like cock and I really do love seeing her get it.  It might not be the lifestyle for everyone, but as for me and Brandy - we hope it never ends.