I suppose the best way to start this is the way everyone else does, with the confession that I've always wanted to see my wife play with some one else's stiff cock.  It has been my fantasy for almost twenty years now and it started on the day we were married.  I overheard two guys talking at the wedding reception; one said to the other:

 "Damn!  Bill is one lucky sucker.  I'd give anything just to be able to fuck Carol once." 

The other guy had replied, "I would to, but I'd settle for just being able to watch her if I couldn't fuck her." 

It hit me, as I heard him say that, that I would like to watch her too, and from that day forward the thought of Carol with another man's cock in her was never very far from my mind.  Did I ever tell her?  No, Carol wasn't that kind of girl.  And then, one night on St. Thomas, on a second honeymoon as we celebrated our twenty-fifth anniversary, I told her.  We had both been sipping wine all night and were sitting in a hot tub when Carol asked:

 "Is there anything of a sexual nature that you really want that I've never given you?"

 I had just enough wine in me to spill my fantasy.  I told her of all the years that I'd thought about her screwing other men and I even named some of the guys that I had imagined her with.  When I was done she cocked her head to one side and said:

 "Really?  I'd never suspected that about you.  Why have you never mentioned it before?"

 I told her that I knew she would never do it so I never brought it up.  She looked at me in silence for a moment and then she said:

 "Pity.  If you had mentioned it ten or fifteen years ago I might have done it, but I'm too old for that kind of nonsense now." 

The next day, when we were both a little more clear headed, Carol asked me, "Did you really mean what you said last night, I mean about me and other men?"

 I nodded a yes.  She said, "I love you so much that I'm willing to do just about anything for you, but I don't know about doing that.  I just don't think I could go through with it.  I'll think about it and maybe someday the circumstances will be right and I'll do it, but I really don't know." 

We both knew she would never do it, at least I did.

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Carol is a district manager for a company that has offices in several different cities spread out over a three-state region.  Carols district covers the western half of the state we live in and in that district she has twenty-one offices.  She spends most of her time at the home office, but she is required to visit each office in her district at least once every six weeks.  Most of the offices are within a two hundred-mile radius and since Carol doesn't like to be away from home she usually drives home every night from these visits.  I asked her once why she just didn't lump six or seven of the offices in a group and then just go from one to another spending a night in a motel along the route.  I figured she could save herself at least three days of travel time a month if she did it that way.  She said that she found it too hard to sleep in a strange bed so she would much rather drive home and sleep with me.

 Following my confession to her Carol began to change.  She began dressing sexier and she wore high heels more often, but the biggest change came in the way she behaved when she got home from a trip.  She'd tell me about this really cute guy in this or that office and how she might consider him when she made my fantasy come true.  Once she told me about an older man who had tried to pick her up at a truck stop where she had stopped for lunch and about how she had almost let him. And then there was the time she'd been invited out for drinks with some guys when their office closed for the night and how she had considered going with them and then taking a motel room for the night and fucking them both (this one shocked me - she had never used the f word in my presence before).

 I knew that all of these stories were her way of turning me on, but I think they may have had some effect on her also.  Our sex life changed drastically.  We went from twice a week to four and sometimes five times a week.  She started staying overnight in a motel on some of her trips and then she would come home and tell me that she had drinks in the motel lounge.  She would tell me that she had danced with a few guys and let them feel her up, and that she was on her way to their room with them when she'd chickened out.  I got a big kick out of her stories and began to think her imagination was almost as good as mine and then one day she said she had something to tell me and she made me promise not to be mad at her.  Thinking she had probably backed the car into something I said:

 "Okay, I promise." 

Carol took a deep breath and then said, "I let another man fuck me!"

 Oh, I thought to my self, another one of her little stories, but with a difference - this time she she's saying she did it.  Carol could tell from the look on my face what I was thinking and she said:

 "No, I really mean it!  I let another man fuck me.  In fact, he has been fucking me for almost five months now." 

I could tell from the tone of her voice that this was not going to be one of her usual stories so I sat back and said, "Tell me about it."

She was in the middle of her office visit cycle and her next stop was the office in Vedall.  She was not looking forward to it because there was a very real possibility that she was going to have to fire Fred, the office manager.  It was a funny situation; Fred had the uncanny ability to piss off suppliers and customers, but his office was the most effective and well run in the state.  Becky, the previous district manager, had given Fred many warnings but he had ignored her and Becky had never done anything about it.  Now Fred had pissed off one of the company's biggest and most valuable customers and Carol's boss had issued a directive - one shot at straightening out Fred or get rid of him, and if she felt she was wasting her time talking to him, fire him now.  She walked into the office at Vendall and as she was walking up to the door of Fred's office she heard voices "…but Carol will be here any minute now." 

And she recognized Fred's voice as he said, "Fuck Carol!  She can kiss my ass.''

 Carol stepped into the room, "I don't think I want to do that Fred.  Nancy, why don't you leave us.  Close the door behind you dear." 

When Nancy was gone Carol told Fred that she had come down to give him one last heart to heart talk to give him a chance to save his job: 

 "But I've changed my mind.  I don't know if I want someone with your attitude working for me."

 She looked at him steadily for a few moments and then she'd said, "Tell you what.  I'll give you one chance at getting your last chance."  She lifted her skirt, stepped out of her panties and turned her back on him.  "Kiss my ass Fred.  Kiss my ass and you get one last shot at doing your job the way it is supposed to be done.  Don't kiss it and you are out of here today!'' 

She saw Fred move up behind her and kneel, she felt his hot breath on her ass and heard him say:

 "Bend over.  If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it right.”

  Carol bent forward at the waist and put both hands on the desk.  Fred put his hands on her hips and then, gently, almost lovingly, he kissed her left cheek and then without removing his mouth he drug his tongue across her ass until he got to the right cheek and he kissed it too.  Not removing his mouth he again drug his tongue back across her ass, but instead of going back to the left cheek when he got to the crack that separated the two cheeks he drug his tongue down the crack and she felt the tip of his tongue probe the rosebud of her asshole. 

On Carol, that rosebud is extremely sensitive and Carol loves anal sex so when Fred's tongue probed her asshole she gave a little shudder and without thinking she moved her legs a little farther apart.  Fred, feeling her body shudder, went to work on Carol's asshole and he was rewarded with a low moan.  Fred popped his thumb into her pussy and began to work it around while still teasing her asshole.  Carol, who is very responsive, had an orgasm and by the time her spasms had subsided Fred had the head of his cock between her pussy lips.  He worked a thumb into her ass and she hunched back at him, which caused more of his cock to enter her.  It felt like he had his wrist in her and there was some pain, but somehow it was an enjoyable pain.  Fred pushed farther into her and Carol grabbed her purse and bit down on the strap to keep from screaming as Fred buried the rest of his cock in her.  He began to fuck her slowly and she felt like she was full to the point of bursting; her body began to shake and she had another orgasm.  For the next five minutes Fred continued to fuck her slowly and she had two more orgasms and then he started to fuck her faster, really pound into her and when he came it felt like some one had pushed a water hose into her and turned it on.

  After several moments Fred pulled his cock out of her and she turned and got her first look at what he had put inside her - it was huge!  It was eleven and a quarter inches long and had a circumference of seven inches (she had measured it on one of her visits).  She had stared at it in wonder that something that big had been inside her, and then, as if in a trance, she had gone to her knees and had taken it in her hand.  She pumped it and watched as a drop of cum appeared on the cockhead and then fell to the floor.  She took the head into her mouth and then slowly another inch or two.  Soon Fred was hard again and he helped Carol up onto the desk and he fucked her again.  After cumming in Carol for the second time he said:

 "You really should get a hotel room for the night.  You look tired and it's a long drive home." 

Carol looked at him for a moment and then said, "Yes.  You're right.  I should get a room.”

  When Carol walked out of Fred's office it was to the sound of clapping hands.  Nancy had smiled at her and said, "Welcome to the club" and as Carol looked at the office staff, all women, she suddenly understood why Fred had the most efficient office in the state.  She also knew why Becky had never fired him, and why she wouldn't either.  She had called me that night and had told me that she was too tired to make the drive home and was going to stay at a motel.  Fred had showed up at seven and they had fucked all night.  And on every trip to Vendall since, she had stayed the night and had let Fred have her as much as he wanted.

To say I was a little upset would be an understatement.  "Why didn't you tell me about it?  You know what my fantasy has always been."

"I couldn't" Carol said. "The first time I was so ashamed of myself for being so damned easy that I was afraid you would think I was a round heeled slut, and after the second time I knew that a slut is just what I was.  I would have done anything to have Fred's cock in me and I couldn't tell you that.  I was afraid you would start worrying that I would leave you for Fred and his big cock." 

I just shook my head and said, "And now that you've told me I'm not going to worry?"

  "You shouldn't" she said, "I don't really like him as a person, I just like his cock." 

I thought about that for a minute before I asked her why she was telling me about it now.

 "Because baby, Fred is coming to town for the weekend and he called me and asked me to reserve a room for him somewhere where it would be convenient for me to meet him.  I was thinking that the most convenient  place would be here - with us."