{\rtf1\ansi\deff0{\fonttbl{\f0\fswiss\fprq2\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1507;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\lang1033\b\f0\fs28\par "Faithful" Has Another Meaning To This Couple \par \b0\fs24\par Received on 9/9/00 \par \par 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 }