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 Agreement

   There are some things best not know about as it can destroy you.

   Three years ago my wife and I made an agreement that we'd have a couple
of `away-days' each year when we could do anything we wanted with no
questions asked.  This wasn't something that just happened but rather
following a couple of `incidents' which resulted in us having an honest
discussion about how we felt about each other and our trust.

   My experience came from a girl at my wife's office who after a dance
during which we kissed (she was very forward as she knew my wife was
watching) she offered sex openly, in front of my wife, which while
embarrassing was a very huge ego boost.  She was really pretty and very
persistent even suggested that if Tay (my wife) felt concerned she could
watch if she really wanted!  Actually Tay took this better than you might
expect although we slipped away early to avoid any further issues.

   Just a few weeks after this Tay got drunk and admitted to letting a man
`feel her up' which I took to mean a petting session not that she admitted
to touching him back.  When we discussed both incidents my wife admitted
she now wished I'd had the opportunity to be with Kim but only if she'd not
know about it.  Then she admitted the same probably applied in reverse with
the guy at the club.

   It was something I was struggling with and when we talked it through we
agreed that if we'd had a green light those times (and been alone, without
partner or friends) then both of us would have gone the whole way, yet
strangely that didn't stop us loving one another.

   We talked in depth and agreed that if something like this did happen
then it would have to be very private and further it would be best if
neither of us shared the details.  Slowly this formed into an actual
agreement;

   We'd only go out two or three times a year, we'd take turns, we'd keep
it private and we also agreed it would stop if one of us felt it was
changing our relationship in any way whatsoever.

   Now talking is one thing but I think we were both a little unsure about
going ahead so it was a long time before my wife asked if the `agreement
was still on the table and when I said yes she announced she was going to
take her first away-day the next weekend.

   I think all week she expected me to stop her and if I'd said no she'd
have given up on the idea but I was true to my word and didn't.  The week
passed and off she went returning the following afternoon without a word
and as agreed we didn't discuss it at all.  I knew she could have had sex
with someone but she was so, well herself, after that I decided it wasn't
something to worry about.  Now I decided to have one of my own a month or
so later but all that happened was a drunken evening and sleep on the sofa
of a mate.

   Slowly it evolved into a regular pattern of taking turns every other
month so basically we had three each the first year and four each the next.


   Only once did I actually have sex in all that time and it was a rather
rushed event with a rather slutty woman outside a club.  I was left feeling
a little short changed because frankly the following guilt wasn't worth it.
I did then mention stopping but Tay pointed out that our relationship was
as good as ever then added that it was also a good way of blowing off a
little steam, as safety valve.

   It of course made me realise she was certainly getting more from these
events than I was but she is pretty and while I'm not bad looking it was
still easier for her than me I guess.  Now I should add we didn't have sex
for a day or two after these times away from each other because we'd agreed
neither of us wanted to invite comparisons.

   Then into this year she told me she was away-daying again only like the
previous three times this meant two nights away (id' done this just once so
far).  For the first time (well second as her first away-day was a nervous
time for me) I fretted about her and wanted to discover what she was
planning.  Despite telling myself it was unfair especially as my previous
time had been my second sexual encounter with a rather attractive, if old,
married woman, I still felt compelled to find out.

   In the end I concluded I needed to follow her just to see but made sure
she left first only I discovered following someone is actually hard
especially when you can't get close.  Somehow I didn't loose her until we
arrived at a town some fifty minutes from home.  I was forced to give up
but went for a beer in a pub in town just in case but of course there was
no chance of seeing her.

   It was simply good fortune when I spotted her car driving up a side road
just as I came out of a petrol station having filed up before going home. I
followed her to a pub and watched as she got out with two men.  Now I need
to add at this point Tay is five two about eight stone, slim, pretty (not a
model but nice) and always dresses smart.

   The woman I saw get out of the car was dressed like a complete tramp. 
She had on really tight hot-pants (the only way I can describe them) some
glittery tights under them and ridiculous heels.  She was with two towering
black men both really big; one big and fat the other taller but just large
not overweight.  The fat guy put an arm around her as she waddled into the
place.  She actually kissed him as they went in causing my stomach to knot.

   I was both shocked and confused, my wife has never shown any indication
she like black men nor indeed liked dressing too trampishly but there she
was.  Further these were clothes I knew she didn't own so I could only
assume she kept them somewhere else which mean this wasn't the first time
she was out with the black guys and that made me feel worse.

   Things flashed through my head; was it an affair?  Did she see the guys
outside these evenings?  Was she about to leave me for him/them?  Christ I
regretted seeing her now but it was too late and I had to find out what was
happening so I decided to follow but not go in just get a closer look.  I
went to the front window.

   Inside my wife was hugging her black man and looking about, I could tell
that the patrons were mainly black and mostly men.  Tay turned side on and
I could see the flimsy top she wore which was even from the distance I was
away virtually transparent and it actually made me feel sick.  I then did
something potentially more stupid I rushed to the door and bowled in.

   By rights she should have seen me; being one of only three or for white
faces in the place but luckily she was moving to the far end into another
room.  I had to wait as most of the place seemed to be on the move before I
could follow but I'd not got even three paces before a man stopped me and
told me sorry but it was a private party tonight.

   So basically I was shoved out of the door and looked on as a sign was
posted that said as much then the door shut and was locked.  Now I'm no
detective and when I tried to find a window round the back I simply found
myself looking into the wrong space.  I persevered and eventually, after
finding the room with curtains drawn, I found a spot near another window
where I had a limited view of the inside.

   So here I was, a bit cold and cramped and still concerned I might get
caught but so worried by Tay I just had to stay.  At first I could see
nothing at all except some backs and a few heads but eventually when it
settled I got a brief glimpse of a stage before bodies shut out the view
again.

   Now I might never have seen anything except a man came to the window and
opened it to let in some air.  How he missed me, I don't know how, but he
did so I could not only hear some music once I stood up and moved a little
I could see everything as the cold air made the crowd move a little.

   Tay was already up on stage her top off sucking the tall guy to whoops
and jeers, the man had a cock that must have been a foot long yet she took
it down her throat with practiced ease.  She did it for maybe five minutes
until the fat guy came on stage showing a simply obscene cock; it was bent
with a massive end on it that was so fat it looked like a cricket ball. 
Tay didn't miss a beat and worked on him only she was sucking his balls and
licking the shaft as it was much too big to get in her mouth.

   The first guy was pulling off her shorts and the tights with them (she
had removed her boots already) then she got onto all fours as he pushed his
cock to the hilt.  I'm not going to expand on this except to say he did her
for several minutes then the fat guy took his go and I was amazed, as was
the rest of the audience, that she got him in her and the first guy went to
her mouth and the did her together for the next five minutes or so.

   Then they stopped and some words were said by Tay which cause some
laughter and clapping then my wife walked about the audience and select a
man who came to the front and sat on a chair.  Tay undid his trousers and
then sucked him as one of the studs took her.  This continued until the man
actually came in her mouth to huge cheers as Tay made great play showing
the cum in her mouth before swallowing.  After the man left the stage Tay
then chose another and then a third all of whom she got to cum in her
mouth. Then with much shouting (very obscene comments to my wife and about
her) she selected a forth only this time he was allowed to put on a condom
and use her until he came, which only took moments.

   For a finale Tay lay on her back on a bench and the fat guy hammered at
her until he withdrew and shot his load over her moments before the tall
man came over her face as she released him from her mouth.  I was staggered
by this and more so as she got up and to massed applause she walked about
the audience collecting tips while they touched her all over.  I left my
hiding place while she was still dressing and made it back to my car where
I sat numb.

   I felt genuinely ill.  I know I wasn't supposed to know what she did or
care as she was still the sweet wife of two years ago with me yet it had
been so disgusting and degrading I didn't believe she would ever be the
same again.  In fact I felt sure when she came home on Sunday she'd have
turned into the slut I'd just seen.  I was still in tears when she emerged
ten minutes later and she drove away back towards the centre of town again
so I followed.  This time I kept close as I'd half decided to confront her
so I saw her drop off the tall man before parking a few minutes drive away
near a block of flats.  She left arm in arm with the fat guy heading
towards an apartment on the upper floor.  I followed but never located them
so reluctantly I went home.

   I don't know why I went back the next afternoon but when I found her car
still there I waited.  I went to a bar on the corner where I sat outside
drinking a beer hoping I could confront her and this black lover she'd
fallen for only she came out around eight (dressed like a tramp again) with
the big man and they were in the car and off before I'd even grabbed my
jacket.  Following wasn't so easy but after a couple of mistakes I saw her
entering a house a few miles from the pub she'd performed in the day
before. I parked then followed on foot to discover the place was actually a
private residence.  I was only just past the front door considering if I
should knock or could sneak down the side when the big guy came out again
and went towards the car which he drove away in.

   I then decided it was best to spy on her first so slipped through the
side gate and tried to find out what was going on.  Actually it was easier
than I'd expected because my wife was visible through the un-curtained back
windows.  She was already on her knees sucking a black guy while three
others sat talking.  This time I felt so impotent that I simply found a
seat in the garden, well beyond the light spilling from the window where I
could see everything deciding the right time to leave.  She had become a
slut and our marriage was over and I knew she'd come home and pack her
backs tomorrow.

   The man held my wife's head as it bobbed up and down as his other hand
held a beer.  Now again I need not go into too much detail except to say
that she sucked of each in turn for about thirty minutes.  Then she was
stood bent over the sofa and a man took her.  Christ I could see Tay
thrashing about and gripping the seat and it was only after I realised she
was having anal sex.  The next half hour I saw her taken by all the other
three one of which seemed to climax inside her as I realised I saw no
condoms being used.  I decided the time to leave was shortly after this
when she was on her back another man pounding her hard while the other two
knelt by her head as she went from cock to cock sucking in turn.

   That night I slept badly then spent the morning working out what I could
say to her and how I felt about the destruction of my marriage, which I had
to admit, was just as much my fault as hers because I'd allowed it to
happen.  What was the really distressing aspect was her black boyfriend who
was both fat and not particularly attractive yet the brief time I'd seen
them together it was clear they were in love.  She came home the next day
and as I braced myself for the news she gave me a big kiss told me she'd
missed me then went about the rest of the day as if she'd been at my side
all the time.  In fact I could not point at one tiny aspect that had
altered; her looks (nice, sweet even and not the merest hint of the slut),
her attitude towards me was loving and sure and in all other things she was
unchanged.

   I realised then that whatever happened that weekend wasn't the first
time (which I knew anyway) but also so far had no effect on our
relationship except I now knew that she done some truly awful things.  So
she resumed her life with me as if nothing had happened and I concluded
that actually the weekend wasn't an exceptional one for her; just her
`normal' away-day!  Of course I guessed what she would do the next week she
was out and despite telling myself I should leave it I knew I had to follow
again.

   Now just to test her I moved my date back then made plans which forced
her to move her weekend yet again but she was very happy to so, which
suggested that whatever she was doing she wasn't obsessed with it.  I will
admit I also tried to catch her out a few times but I am now certain she is
faithful to me outside these times away.

   So her next time out (four months after the last time) I lost her in
traffic but found her car outside the big man's place when I searched for
it.  I watched her leave again dressed as a tart and all over the guy but I
then lost her and because she didn't go to the pub or the other house I had
to give up and go home.  I came back the next day when I did follow her
this time to a lay-by and she hit a new low as I saw her happily dogging
for a couple of hours.  That time, apart from her big black lover she had
white cocks (lots of them in every hole and she swallowed a lot of cum)
although thankfully they all used something when in her pussy.

   That was the last time she had her turn and I'm not sure what to do now.
The graphic images of her, especially in the private room in the pub, still
haunt me and her seeming delight when she's with the fat black guy makes me
sick.  I must also add, not once has she mentioned anything about these
trips, nor has she seemed dissatisfied with sex with me and further she is
still her sweet lovely self to all around us.  I guess she has an extreme
need she has to scratch.

   I would also add that the last time we chatted about our agreement she
told me sincerely that while she had, like me, had sex (no specifics) she
loved me with all her heart and added that if anything these little trips
only reinforce how much she loves me as I am, and that she never wants me
to change.  She is due to go out next and I don't know if I should follow
her or not.

   I really wish I didn't know what she was doing as it is far beyond my
worst nightmares.