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"Faithful" Has Another Meaning To This Couple \par
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Received on 9/9/00 \par
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I remember how the seeds were planted for the "cheating wife" \par
fantasy that my wife Angie and I began sharing.  It was a\par
couple of months before our wedding.  \par
\par
Up until that time (in our spoken understanding) we agreed that \par
we always wanted to be faithful to each other, and that the \par
idea of "swinging" was sort of creepy to us.  \par
\par
But we followed a period of time where we didn't talk about \par
that anymore, and I had to admit that a certain image had been \par
creeping into my fantasy life that went against the grain of our \par
earlier understanding.\par
\par
Angie has large tits.  I should say enormous!  They're tits to \par
die for: gargantuan, pumpkin-shaped boobs with orange brown\par
nipples, each the size of an oatmeal cookie!  Early on, I had to\par
get used to the fact that Angie was a traffic stopper.  \par
\par
When I would walk down the street with her, guys would \par
constantly trip over themselves and run into lamp posts.  \par
And many guys weren't very shy about calling invitations out \par
the windows of their cars -- even though they could see she \par
was already with a guy.  That made me wonder what it was \par
like when I wasn't on the street with her.\par
\par
Those thoughts are where the fantasy seems to have its roots.\par
\par
One night, a couple of months before our wedding, as I said,\par
we were sitting in our favorite bar, listening to the rock band\par
playing.  Well, even though we were sitting alone at a table,\par
Angie had guys all over her, asking her to dance (the\par
tight-fitting, black shirt she was wearing probably didn't\par
help).  \par
\par
She deflected all those invitations, of course, but as each \par
guy hungrily eyed my finance's cleavage, I just couldn't help\par
thinking what it would be like to see the two of them in bed\par
together, fucking each other goofy.\par
\par
We've always had a very "talkative" fucking relationship, and \par
while I had my cock in her that night in bed, I started to\par
let slip what was on my mind.  At first I was scared that she'd\par
be angry with me for violating our "understanding," but I had a\par
pleasant surprise in store.\par
\par
"Babe, you know all those guys that kept asking you to dance\par
tonight?"  I said this to the rhythm of long, slow fuck-strokes.\par
That was followed by a breathy silence, a couple of more\par
fuck-strokes long.  Then Angie whispered hotly, "Yeah?"\par
\par
"You know that what I keep thinking about during this fuck?"\par
I continued the sensual pace all the while our whispered\par
conversation took place.\par
\par
"What?"\par
\par
"I keep imagining that you went up and danced with some of\par
them."\par
\par
"Oh, yeah?" There was no disguising her obvious interest in\par
my fantasy.\par
\par
"I also keep wondering what it would be like if we were in\par
the bar together but pretended we didn't know each other.  You\par
know, and I got to watch you flirt and dance all sexy as hell\par
with a strange guy and then..."\par
\par
But Angie was suddenly pumping her groin furiously against\par
mine, moaning and coming to beat all.  She screamed in a huge\par
orgasm, and nearly tore a swatch of hair out of my head.  It was\par
obvious she really dug the direction of the conversation.  It was\par
a few minutes, however, before I could resume my narrative.\par
\par
I told her how I wanted to watch her boldly come on to a\par
strange man, to see her lick his ear, run her hand sensually\par
down to the lump in his tight slacks.  To watch him feel her ass\par
hotly, and then run his hand up to her huge knockers while he\par
french kissed her passionately.  Then I wanted to leave the\par
bar, all horny as can be from what I saw, in order to beat them\par
home.\par
\par
Once in our apartment, I told her, I would hide under the bed \par
or in the walk-in dressing room and wait.  I would listen (and \par
even peek if I could) as she talked dirty to him and finally \par
fucked him.  All the while I would beat-off from my hidden spot.\par
\par
During my story, Angie had at least four more seismic orgasms. \par
It took me nearly an hour to get the whole thing out.  When I \par
finished, and she was in the throes of her last and biggest \par
cum, I too came, and we rocked passionately until we fell\par
asleep, exhausted.\par
\par
As I said, that was shortly before our wedding.  By the time \par
we did say our vows, our sex life was completely transformed \par
from a sanitized-but-horny one, to a low-down-dirty-perverted \par
one.  And we both wordlessly agreed that it was by far for \par
the better.\par
\par
Things went on like that for awhile, and it looked as though\par
this "cheating wife thing" would merely be our favorite fantasy.  \par
But as the months went on, our hunger to see the fantasy actually\par
acted out grew and grew until it seemed as though having Angie\par
screwing other guys was all either of us would ever talk about.\par
\par
One night during this time we were in the same bar again,\par
listening to music (with Angie dressed just as slutty as she\par
could, complete with killer cleavage).  Angie had her high heel \par
up under the table as she was scraping it up and down against my\par
crotch, all the while looking me in the eye and running the tip\par
of her tongue slowly along the edge of her full lips.  I was\par
honestly only a moment away from creaming my jeans right there in\par
front of everyone.\par
\par
"You know what?" I croaked hoarsely.\par
\par
"What?" she purred wickedly.\par
\par
"If one of these guys asks you to dance tonight, you... you\par
know... you should, kind of..."\par
\par
"You mean you think I should dance with him?"  Her eyes were\par
wide and hungry... and the dirtiest, nervous chortle escaped her\par
throat.\par
\par
"Uh, yeah," I fumbled, "all that stuff... you know, all like\par
we... we..."\par
\par
"Yeah," she said, shaking her head and giggling even more\par
wickedly.  "I know what you mean," she whispered.  Suddenly, \par
Angie removed her foot with a cool but playful wink.\par
\par
"Are you thinking that maybe we should split up for a while?" \par
I asked in a breathy voice.\par
\par
"Uh, ye-ah," she said in a strangely coy voice.  "Under the\par
circumstances, I think that would be a nice idea."\par
\par
I didn't even hesitate.  I got up like a shot, and headed\par
for an empty barstool.  In the short time it took for me to sit\par
down, order my drink, and turn back around, there was already a\par
guy leaning on his hands on Angie's table, flirting like hell\par
with her.  \par
\par
Angie made the tiniest of furtive glances in my direction and \par
then gave the guy her complete attention.  As soon as she \par
started speaking to him in an animated way, licking her lips \par
and batting her eyes (even reaching out and touching his\par
hand lightly to emphasize something she'd said), I thought I \par
would die from arousal.  I had to cross my legs for the \par
protruding erection the whole scene was giving me.\par
\par
He must have asked her to dance, because she nodded her head\par
in a bright-eyed, sexy way, and mouthed the word "okay."  \par
Watching them dance to the rhythm of the bouncy rock song was \par
nearly impossible.  I had to fight the urge to grab at the \par
lump in my pants and start massaging it over and over and over.  \par
\par
They weren't exactly touching each other, but they were fast \par
dancing on a crowded floor very close to each other, and there \par
were many, many excuses for them to bump and rub their bodies \par
together.\par
\par
Angie also has this way of dancing "shing-a-ling" style that\par
makes her huge breasts bob violently up and down, and makes her\par
cleavage swell in pulses over and over.  I tried to see if my \par
wife had given this guy as huge an erection as mine, but the \par
other dancers kept me from getting a clear view of his pants.\par
\par
Then came the slow dance.  I went into shock as I saw Angie\par
wrap her arms seductively around this guy's neck as she crushed \par
her boobs against his chest.  And my heart absolutely stopped \par
as I watched my wife incline her head towards his, and with an \par
open mouth, point her tongue right at his lips.  His mouth \par
opened hungrily to accept her tongue, and before I could say \par
"cardiac arrest" they were chewing on each other's necks.\par
\par
All of a sudden. I realized that Angie kept looking over at\par
me in a series of quick glances.  When she saw that she had at\par
least caught my eye, she smiled and made a subtle nod toward the\par
door with her head, without her new friend seeing it.  I knew \par
that was my cue.  And the best was yet to come.\par
\par
I leaped from the stool, paid my tab, and left the bar in a \par
hurry.  Angie had come in our car with me, but somehow I had \par
the idea that she'd find her way home in a new, creative way.  \par
\par
As I drove crazily down the side streets to our apartment \par
building, I unzipped my pants and pulled my aching cock out of \par
the constraints of my underwear.  I was harder than ever.  I \par
didn't jack off to orgasm, but I did give it a few delicious \par
tugs that were like water in the desert.  Touching myself had \par
never seemed like such an incredible blessing before!\par
\par
Now, as I pulled up to our building and put myself back into\par
my pants, I thought of a problem.  Where in the world was I going\par
to hide in our apartment in order to view the unfolding spectacle\par
with full enjoyment?  I tossed the idea wildly about on my way up\par
in the elevator and down the hallway.  It wasn't until I skidded\par
breathlessly into our bedroom that any kind of logical thoughts\par
came into my brain.\par
\par
The first place I tried was under the bed.  I wouldn't be able \par
to see, but at least I'd be able to hear, and the squeaking\par
and thrashing of them screwing right on top of me had a very\par
exciting appeal.  But as soon as I had crawled down onto the\par
floor, I realized that this was out -- I couldn't fit under our\par
bed!  Besides, what if they broke the bed?  A guy could get\par
crushed.\par
\par
I entered the walk-in dressing room and considered it for only \par
a second.  It was so crowded with shoes and vacuum cleaner parts \par
that I couldn't see how I could manage to hide in there and not \par
clunk around with a lot of noise.  Then my eyes fell on the\par
vanity.\par
\par
In the corner of the room we had arranged Angie's vanity set.  \par
But instead of putting it against either wall, we made it face \par
out into the room from the corner so that the back of it made \par
a triangle with the corner.  And that meant that there was a\par
little triangle of wasted space behind it.  \par
\par
With great difficulty, I dragged the heavy vanity over the \par
carpeting until there was a little gateway to the triangle of \par
space behind.  Then I squeezed in there, and with even greater \par
difficulty, I pulled the vanity back in place.  \par
\par
I now had a great little hiding spot.  As I stood upright, I \par
was completely hidden by the top of the mirror.  It was the \par
perfect vantage point for the bed across the room.  If the \par
overhead light were kept off, I'd have a clear shot at a peek \par
around the side of the mirror.  And there was just enough room \par
in the little triangle of the corner so I could sit down with \par
my knees at my chest, and not feel too terribly cramped.\par
\par
I did just that.  I tried to get cozy and quiet in my new\par
little hiding spot.  My heart was thudding, and I wondered how\par
I'd ever be able to breathe silently enough to not be discovered.\par
And my hard-on ached so badly that after a few struggling\par
moments, I released it from my tight pants.  But I didn't have\par
long to wait.\par
\par
First I heard a whispered giggling outside the door.  Then a\par
fumbling for the keys through the contents of a purse.  Then I\par
heard the door unlock and open.  They whispered lewdly to each\par
other.  I couldn't understand a word.  But it was clear that\par
they were headed straight for the bedroom.\par
\par
"Christ," I mouthed silently to myself, "what a wanton \par
woman I'm married to!"  I didn't yet know the half of it.\par
\par
Suddenly they were actually in the bedroom with me.\par
\par
"God, I want to see that cock out in the light," I heard\par
Angie say.  Apparently, she'd already had his cock out of \par
his pants in the car.\par
\par
I heard a zipper sound.  Then a giggle, Angie's giggle.  \par
Then I heard a sound that I never really believed I would \par
really hear until that moment.  I couldn't believe my ears \par
at first.  What I heard was a fast, sloppy, slurping sound \par
-- the sound of my wife sucking another man's cock!  At \par
that moment I experienced the most painfully-hard erection \par
I'd ever experienced in my entire life!\par
\par
I heard the springs of our bed squeaking in a regular rhythm.\par
SQUEAK... SQUEAK-SQUEAK... SQUEAK...  Then I was aware of a \par
wet, squishy noise, almost like someone smacking their lips\par
over and over again, only not exactly.\par
\par
I managed to get a good grip on my cock, and could stroke it\par
happily.  And then, in an exalted state of dazedness, I realized \par
I was hearing something else.  It was a tiny, squealing soprano\par
voice chanting the words, "Oh God, oh God, oh, oh, oh, Go-AW-d,\par
oh God," to the steady beat of the squeaking and squishing.  It\par
was Angie getting her brains screwed blue not fifteen feet away\par
from me.\par
\par
I just had to see it!\par
\par
With a great amount of difficulty, I first got up to my knees \par
and then into a crouched position (nearly knocking the whole \par
vanity over because I tripped on my pants, which were down \par
around my ankles!).  And then, moving as slowly as a snail on \par
sedatives, I began to stand upright.\par
\par
When I was completely standing, I took a few deep breaths to\par
compose myself.  The knob of my dick brushed against a protruding\par
wood screw on the back of the mirror.  I bit my lip in agony.\par
My hard-on only stiffened its resolve though, and I stroked it\par
soothingly.  The symphony of squeak-squish-squeal over the bed\par
was reaching a frenzied rhythm.  I could put off the inevitable \par
no longer.\par
\par
I slowly, oh so slowly, bent at the hip and peered around the \par
side of the mirror, my eyes assaulted at once with the vision\par
of the hugest trunk tree of a cock I had ever seen, pumping in \par
and out of my Angie.  The entire shaft was slippery with her \par
juice, and was stretching her cunt lips far further than my \par
dick ever had!\par
\par
My wife -- MY WIFE! -- was spreading out on our bed for another \par
guy.  And this guy was on top of her and having the time of his \par
life.  As I gazed, drooling, and pulling out my cock harder, \par
the guy wrapped his arms around Angie's gigantic boobs and \par
pressed his face desperately into her cleavage.  He continued \par
to fuck her savagely as he painted her tits with his tongue, \par
slurping and choking (practically) on the huge nipples.\par
\par
I knew Angie wouldn't last long with all that attention.  She \par
loved to have her tits sucked, and she enjoyed many an orgasm \par
solely from attention to her sensitive nips.  I could hear her \par
squeals building to a climax, and I pounded my meat ever more \par
roughly.\par
\par
Suddenly, I accidentally shoved my shoulder against the vanity.  \par
To my horror, I watched (detached, and as if it were in slow \par
motion) as the entire vanity, mirror and all, went crashing \par
forward onto the floor.  And there I stood in the corner, \par
my pants and underwear around my ankles, my dick in my hand \par
(stone hard), with my wife and her new friend staring at me \par
wide-eyed like deer caught in headlights.\par
\par
"Uh, hi," I said sheepishly.\par
\par
The guy looked shocked for a moment.  Then he pulled his dick\par
all the way out of Angie and said, "What the hell?"  He made a\par
quick move to get off the bed, and this made Angie suddenly\par
frantic.\par
\par
"Wait a minute!" she hissed, grabbing him by the wrist.  He's \par
my husband.  Look, look, look!  See?  You're not in danger!  \par
That's his cock in his hand, not a gun!  He just wants to \par
watch!  See?  We were just afraid you'd freak if you knew we\par
liked to do this!  So now you know, and it's no big deal!  \par
Right?"\par
\par
For a moment, the guy just stared at Angie.\par
\par
"Right?" she continued.  "So just let him have his fun, and\par
we'll have ours.  Now, come on!  Finish me off!  I'm on the \par
edge going out of my mind!"\par
\par
After Angie's rather impassioned speech, her new male friend \par
was silently stunned for a couple more seconds as he nervously\par
glanced back and forth between us.  His hard-on had only\par
diminished slightly.  \par
\par
Suddenly, he kind of smiled, shrugged, and said to me, "Oh \par
well, okay, knock yourself out."  And before I knew it, he \par
was back on top of Angie, plowing away even more heatedly \par
than ever.\par
\par
In no time, Angie was yodeling away.  It was perhaps her\par
hugest orgasm I had ever observed her to have.\par
\par
As for myself, I sat down in a comfortable chair next to the\par
bed and began pounding my stiff meat with great abandon.  I\par
thought for sure that the guy was would pull out soft and limp\par
as soon as Angie calmed down a bit, but the guy hadn't cum at \par
the same time Angie had, as I thought.  He wasn't done with my \par
wife.  Not by a long shot.\par
\par
He rose into a kneeling position between her legs.  Angie at\par
once rose also on one elbow, and reached out to his huge prick.\par
Then, staying on his knees, he moved up and straddled her waist.\par
\par
I knew well what was coming next, because I had done the same\par
thing many times.  You couldn't look at a woman with Angie's\par
attributes without the image of "titty-fucking" coming right \par
into mind.  \par
\par
Angie seemed completely tuned into his plan.  She grabbed the \par
tube of K-Y Gel out of our bedside drawer, flipped open the \par
cap and squirted an enormous load of it onto her cleavage.  The\par
tube had yet to hit the wall after she flung it, when the guy\par
laid his monster right between her gigantic knockers!  It looked\par
at first as though she were holding a loaf of French bread to \par
her bosom.\par
\par
At once he started rocking his hips in and out, as Angie pressed \par
her mountains of flesh from the sides, covering him.  As his \par
huge knob of flesh popped out of her cleavage, Angie bit and\par
sucked on the slippery thing like a hungry tigress whose life\par
depended on it.  \par
\par
That moment was repeated over and over again at a frantic pace \par
(while I beat my meat) for a couple of minutes -- and then, the \par
biggest, creamiest, whitest load of hot cum sprang from the\par
guy's monster cock.  It covered my wife's face, tits, and neck.\par
As she rubbed it into her skin with her left hand, i noticed that \par
it got all over her wedding ring.  And, I didn't miss the \par
implication as she looked me right in the eye and licked it \par
off the ring.\par
\par
I loved it.\par
\par
So that was the beautiful start.  We've gotten a little more\par
refined since those days, of course.  Angie always lets a\par
prospective lay know ahead of time, for instance, that her\par
husband would like to be in the same room and watch.  This \par
saves an awful of trouble.  \par
\par
Only three times have guys Angie was coming onto gotten too \par
nervous to take her up on this deal.  Usually, we have found \par
to our great delight, the men of this world find the prospect \par
of fucking Angie so irresistible that my presence in the\par
room is only a technicality they have to get used to (and it\par
doesn't take long).\par
\par
So... if you should ever find yourself in a bar with live\par
music and you're looking for a little action, and there before\par
you, tapping her high-heeled shoe to the music is the most\par
beautiful, sexy, large breasted dish you have ever seen -- \par
well, take a second look.  I might be sitting at the bar \par
right next to you.  And this could be the luckiest night \par
of your life.\par
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