Her face had a "what the hell hit me" look, a kind of dazed, wondering look. Her knees were back near her shoulders giving the man between her legs complete access to what she liked to call her 'honey pit'. Well it sure was going to be packed full of honey tonight if the eight guys in the room had anything to say about it. Each had already fucked Mandy twice, two of them had dumped in her three times, and Jerry, the one between her legs now, was having his fourth helping. A quick glance around the room showed four hard cocks up and ready to go again, and I had no doubt that the others would be back up soon. This was not the evening that Mandy and I had planned for ourselves, but like the man once said, "Be careful of what you wish for."
Mandy and I had been married for six years and she was a virgin when we went on our honeymoon. It did not take Mandy long to find out that she loved sex and manys the time she told me she wished she had started sooner. For our fifth wedding anniversary I took Mandy to a friends cabin in the mountains for a week. On our second day there Mandy found a box of old magazines - mostly Penthouse, Penthouse Letters, Variations, and Penthouse Forum. She settled down to reading them and what she read changed our lives, but that came later. For the present, the stories made her hot and she couldn't get all the way through one of those magazines without my having to fuck her at least once. By the fifth day she was asking questions like "Do people really do things like that, I mean swapping mates and all?" or "Do women really go out looking for black cock? Is it really bigger?" "Why would a man want to watch his wife fuck other guys or watch her suck a stranger's cock?"
To all of those questions I had only one answer - "I don't know."
As far as did other people do those kinds of things, I told her that while a lot of the letters sounded phony, it was probably a good bet that a lot of them were real. She did ask me one question that I was able to answer:
"Could you watch me with another man?"
"Absolutely not!" I answered.
"Why so positive?"
"Because" I said, in what I hoped was a joking tone of voice, "You might latch onto someone with a bigger cock who could fuck you better and I might lose you."
Mandy gave me an odd look before saying, "You can't be that stupid! I love your sorry ass and no amount of strange cock could ever change that. You do know that, don't you?" I said that I did, but in the back of my mind I was really not all that sure.
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Those magazines caused major changes in Mandy. She took out a subscription to Penthouse Letters and every month when it would show up she would read it from cover to cover and then try to fuck me to death. Don't get me wrong, we had a very active sex life before the magazine arrived, but after she'd read it she would want to get laid four and five times in a day. Even though I was young and in my prime I began to wonder if Mandy wasn't going to fuck me into an early grave.
The other magazine that had an impact was one called Leg Show. It was a magazine dedicated to showing pictures of girls in high heels, garter belts, nylons, and sexy lingerie. Mandy had great legs, but as far as I knew she had never owned a pair of high heels until she saw that magazine. We had not been home from the cabin one-week before she had at least six pair. She wore the ones with 3 1/2 and 4-inch heels to work, but whenever she was in a real sexy mood she had a pair with 5-inch heels she would put on.
Her outfits changed too. They didn't get trashy, but they did show a hell of a lot more that I was used to seeing. One day she came home from work in a really good mood.
"I got a compliment at work today - from a woman! She said that I was "gutsy". When I asked her what she meant, she told me that it took real guts to be wearing high heels and short skirts in front of that office full of perverts. She said that any one of them would be more than willing to fuck me on top of the copy machine if they got a chance. That might be fun, don't you think? You'll have to come down to the office some night at closing and do me on the copy machine. We'll leave a big cum stain on the glass."
Then one day, about three months after are trip, came the conversation that I had been dreading.
"Sweetheart" Mandy said, "You do know I love you, right?"
I nodded my head yes.
"And you do know that I would never do anything to hurt you?"
Again I nodded.
"It's hard for me to say this. I've tried to think of some easy way to bring it up, but I haven't been able to so I'll just have to be blunt. I want to know what other cocks feel like."
Even though I'd been expecting it, it still hit me like a ton of bricks. Mandy saw the expression on my face and hurried on.
"You are the only man I've ever known and I feel like I've missed out on something. Please don't hate me baby. I don't want anybody to take your place, I just want to see what others feel like.” I opened my mouth to speak, but she put her finger to my lips. "Don't say anything now, please. Just think about it. I can't do it behind your back and it's something I really really want to do."
And then she drug me off to the bedroom and tried to fuck my socks off.
Well, I thought about it. I thought about it long and hard, and I suppose I should be ashamed at myself for some of the thoughts I had. I loved Mandy completely and I had, at least until she made her request, trusted her completely. Now I didn't know anymore. If I said no would she do it anyway and never let me know? I couldn't be sure, but I thought it highly likely, as sexed up as she sometimes got, that if the situation and circumstances were right she would do it. In the end I made the hard decision that it would be better to do it with my blessing than without. At least with my approval I could make sure that I was around in case of trouble.
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Once she had my OK things moved quickly. Mandy had thought it all out before asking me, so all she had to do was put her plan into operation. She did not want to take on anyone we knew so her plan was to check into a hotel with a bar, pick up a guy that appealed to her, take him up to her room and fuck him. I would wait in the room and the guy would be told up front that her husband liked to watch. If the guy objected to that she would drop him and find someone who didn't.
She set it up for a Friday night. She would leave work and drive across town to the Marriott and check in. She would leave a key for me at the front desk and when I got off work I would drive over, get the key, and go on up to the room and wait for her. She told me I shouldn't have to wait long:
"It will be one hell of a blow to my ego if it takes me more that half an hour to land somebody."
As I was leaving work that night my boss stopped me and asked me into his office. He asked me for my input on a couple of things and by the time I'd given him what he'd wanted I was running twenty minutes late. In trying to make up time I got stopped for speeding so by the time I got to the Marriott I was forty-five minutes late. I looked into the bar, but Mandy wasn't there so I got the key from the desk and headed for her room. I opened the door and there was Mandy with, not one, but two guys. She was kneeling over one and sucking his cock while the second guy was fucking her from behind. I stood transfixed for several seconds before finally stepping into the room. I didn't see the other six guys until I closed the door. My first impulse was to chase everyone out, but I immediately thought better of that. I might get a few good licks in before the eight of them beat the snot out of me and they would all still fuck Mandy anyway. And to be honest, it didn't look like Mandy minded having more than one cock to play with.
I watched for over four hours as they took turns on Mandy and she fucked them all to a standstill. She was still saying "next" when the last of the eight walked out the door. Mandy lay on the bed with her legs spread, cum in her hair, on her cheeks, chin, neck and breasts. Her pussy gaped open and her dark pussy hairs had soaked up so much cum that they looked white. She had never looked sexier to me. She smiled at me, "How about it sailor - looking for a good time?" I started undressing and as I moved to the bed I said, "Next time, lets try and hold the number down. I don't want to have to wait so long to get mine." At the words "Next time" her face lit up in a beautiful smile. It seemed that we were going to be in for some interesting times.