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 I never thought I would be in this situation and sometimes I still wonder
how we reached this point.  In truth, from my side at least, it felt like a
slow migration without any defined lines being crossed although of course
looking back it seems these were many and frequent, I just didn't recognise
them.

   Now I really need to put in a point or two of defence here so you don't
think this firstly a fabrication, it is not, or secondly that I'm some sort
of ten-stone wimp with an adequacy problem, I am not.  I'm a normal guy
with a decent job, nice house (not huge but in a good area of a small town)
and reasonably fit having played sport actively for many years.  My wife
and I were both thirty one with two smallish children and a good set of
friends.

   Libby, my wife, works for a small local company as an administrator. 
There are only twelve in the company and just nine who work out of their
office.  I work in London for a large company so I commute every day.

   You of course know what is coming (or can make a pretty good guess) so
it's hard to write this without every occurrence seeming obvious and my
actions (or lack thereof) foolish and naïve.  I can assure you however that
we had a very good relationship so I never thought anything would happen
and when things began to I still thought we were too close for anything, no
matter how briefly sordid, to damage the strong roots we'd put down.

   I'm also not blessed with a perfect memory but much of what was said and
happened had such an impact that I'm able to recall it all although maybe
not word perfect.  Ok I'm getting a little trite but I hope you get the
picture; we were close and as they say love is blind.

   I suppose it began when Casey started in her office but apart from Libby
mentioning a new guy joining I took little or no interest.  Again with
hindsight she did talk about him a little more than some others but that
was fine.  Anyway things seemed to continue much the same for a few months
until she went out one Tuesday night.

   The office where she works did an evening once a month, always on a
weekday as most have families so Fridays and weekends were not thought to
be the best time to arrange things for.  That month it was bowling and
Libby popped home to change before disappearing off for a few hours.

   Since these evenings were midweek, this was a Wednesday, while a lot of
fun she was never home late as they all had work the following day.  This
night however, well after 1am having been in bed for a while, I woke to
find her still not home and became a little worried.  I sent a text but got
no reply so sat fretting until finally nearly thirty minutes later she sent
back; `sorry forgot the time, we've been chatting, will be home v.  soon.'

   No problem I thought so fell back to sleep.  I woke when she was in the
bedroom and cracked an eye watching her as she removed her clothes and
stuffed her knickers down into the laundry bin before grabbing her
nightdress.  I heard her washing and was almost asleep again when she
returned sliding into bed.  As I put my arm about her she whispered `go to
sleep' and wriggled away from me.

   I'll try not to repeat this too often but if you are looking for signs
then they were there already; the knickers didn't have to be buried beneath
the other washing, she never washed before getting into bed (just a quick
brush of the teeth) and while we don't always cuddle at night it was
exceedingly rare for us to push the other away.  I wasn't looking for signs
so didn't see them.

   Libby and I always agreed that if we wanted to see our own friends we
would do so on Fridays and following the appearance of the children we
alternated the weeks we were out not that we went out without the other
very often anyhow.  It was her turn that Friday but she'd not mentioned
anything so I assumed we'd be home together as usual.

   Thursday morning she was more than a little distracted but she'd been
home late and since I was off out to work only half an hour after she'd got
up I didn't think anything of it.  Anyway it was that evening she let me
know she would be out on the Friday, not a problem as it was her turn
although we'd chatted about getting a film to watch together.

   That Friday she looked really great and wore her black satin skirt and
dark stockings which she'd only ever wore a couple of times out with me as
she thought it a little too short.  When I mentioned it she said it was
about time she wore it or it would be a waste.  She also had on a black
shimmery top which, along with perhaps more makeup than usual made her look
really sexy.  I was actually proud of her then.

   She left around eight with a passing; `not sure when I'll be home so
don't wait up' and she was gone.  The children were in bed by seven thirty
so I had hours to myself which I whiled away on some old action movies
either side of Friday night football.  I went to bed just after twelve and
only woke when Libby returned.

   This time I was quite awake, she must have made a bit of a noise I guess
as I usually sleep very heavily.  That night after I watched her grab her
nightclothes and head for the bathroom (another thing she never did before)
I heard her washing again and thought it a little odd.  She returned and I
said hello then once she climbed in asked her about her evening.

   She was very no committal, again not the normal state of affairs as
there was usually some gossip she wanted to share then she again gently
pushed me aide when I went to spoon with her saying she was very tired. 
This was odd as it was only a sleeping position and something we did all
the time.

   I suppose this type of thing continued for the next few weeks with Libby
coming home late from some of her Fridays out, not that I particularly kept
stock at the time and it's only in hindsight that I realised there was a
pattern: When she went out with the friends I knew she was chatty and keen
to talk about the gossip she'd heard but now she was mainly going out with
her office mates and she didn't really talk about them at all.  There was
also the difference in the time she returned; either around midnight or
much, much later when it involved business friends but like I've said
already it wasn't something I noticed at the time.
I was aware that she wore either her satin skirt or a new grey dress she
seemed to have acquired recently but given her decision to wear it or waste
it I didn't really think about it much.  The new dress was moderately short
but flared at her thighs and looked, if anything, even more sexy than the

black one because as she moved it showed a lot of leg.

   Anyway this continued for quite a while until it was our wedding
anniversary and I arranged for the children to stay at my mothers so that
we could go out for a romantic meal.  Libby was surprisingly reluctant to
go but I made the arrangements anyway however when she got home from work
she wasn't pleased although I couldn't work out why.

   Disappointingly although she dressed up for the evening and despite my
request she wouldn't wear the grey dress or the new heels she'd taken to
wearing with it although I have to say she still looked very nice in one of
her floral ones.  The meal was pleasant although Libby was a little distant
again but things went very wrong once we were home and I tried to initiate
sex with her for the third or forth time in this period.

   Libby once again refused me which was more than a little upsetting and
unfortunately I got very angry which just made her cry and storm off to
sleep in the spare room.  After cooling down I knocked on the door but she
told me to go away.

   The next morning she was cold and monosyllabic, which was really
depressing then after breakfast she was decidedly off with me as if I'd
done something terrible.  This of course made matters worse as I suggested
she was being a little melodramatic which caused us to row with her blaming
me for being `sex obsessed'.  I said she was being spiteful which made her
clam up for a while until she told me in a flat voice that she was going
out to see a friend as she felt she needed `some air'.

   Since the children were to be out all day, we were going over for an
evening meal, I'd hoped we'd have a nice day together but this was not what
I'd expected.  I tried to talk to her saying that it was not unreasonable
for me to have been interested sexually in my wife and while I shouldn't
have lost my temper this was still an overreaction.  Of course she just got
more upset and within minutes she'd gone out.  I was left alone.

   When Libby finally returned several hours later she was quit different.
Firstly she looked happier but more than this she was all business: She sat
me down and explained that she didn't feel like making love to me for a
while, not after my aggressive and hurtful behaviour as she had been really
frightened as she thought I was about to assault her.  I angrily rebuked
that saying that I'd never forced her in my life so to suggest that was
hurtful.  She just simply said that was how she'd felt at the time.

   So I said sorry and she said ok but it was on a once only warning and
she would leave if she thought she was in danger.  It was such an
overreaction to what was simply a heated row but I of course didn't want it
to blow up again so I agreed and she looked satisfied.  Then she asked me
for a favour and implied I owed her.

   "Firstly since you're not using this Friday can I take it instead?" Of
course I said yes immediately.  "Secondly I've had an offer of a weekend
away with a couple of work friends in about a month or so, can I go?" I
could sense that she also expected me to agree to this as well so to avoid
any issues and to also show I was caring I said `no problem'.  She said a
thank you then gave me a quick peck on the cheek and that was that.

   Thinking back I'm aware that from that day I began to have occasional
doubts about Libby but tried to ignore them and although we didn't do a
lot, the day was fine and the evening pleasant.

   The following Friday as I said I didn't have plans so Libby got to go
out again.  She surprised me both with another new dress, this time it was
really short and very high up on the thigh but more than that she wore
Whale-net tights for the first time in her life.  The effect was both
stunning and overtly sexual especially with her black heels.  When I
expressed my concerns she gave me a really hurt look and asked me what type
of woman did I think she was?

   She then added bitterly that most husbands would be pleased that their
wife wanted to take pride in their appearance.  Then she kicked off the
heels and began to drag out a pair of leggings from the wardrobe making it
plain she was going to change which of course made me backtrack fast.  I
was acutely aware I was already on slippery ground so I actually apologised
to her.

   After that she sat on the bed saying I'd ruined her evening as she felt
like a tart now which forced me to keep saying sorry and that she looked
great and shouldn't worry about it but should go out as she was.

   Finally after several minutes she said "Are you really sure?  I mean
you're happy for me to dress like this and won't suddenly get angry again?"
I nodded.  So with another questioning look she got up.  "OK but you
shouldn't keep trying to pick fights with me, it's not fair.  All I want to
do is look nice for a change."

   "I'm sorry you look great." I replied trying to keep her happy.

   "Well if you're really ok with me dressing like this then I will." She
stated and put the heels back on then went downstairs to wait for her taxi.
As she left that night I wondered why she felt the need to dress quite so
sexily but like I've said many times now, I loved her and therefore decided
she was probably simply dressing the way her friends did.

   She was again very late home but I woke when she slipped under the duvet
and instinctively I cuddled her.  She actually stiffened when I did this
then un-peeled my arm and said in a low voice.  "No chance buster!" I was
too tired to argue that a cuddle was different from sex so turned away and
went to sleep.

   That night I woke around five and visited the bathroom then went to
return to bed only in the light spilling in from the hall I spotted one of
the legs of Libby's new tights almost buried in the laundry basket.  I
looked closer and saw it had been pushed down into the rest of the washing
and given that I remembered spotting this a few weeks back I was a little
uncertain what it meant (if anything) so quietly fished them out.

   They surfaced wrapped around a pair of knickers which I'd never seen
before, not that I looked at her underwear much, only these were black and
shiny and certainly something I'd have noticed if I'd seen them on.  As I
looked at them I saw something that made my heart beat faster namely a
deposit all over the crotch of the knickers which were darkly stained.

   It wasn't totally clear what this meant but with my mind now jumping to
all sorts of conclusions I nearly yelled for Libby to wake up and explain
immediately.  I felt for the first time that something might be going on
but was concerned both at the possible reason behind the mark but also how
she might react if it wasn't what I thought it was.  She would probably
never forgive me if I accused her wrongly.  In the end I agonised over this
for maybe thirty minutes before leaving them in the basket and climbing
back into bed.

   Despite being agitated I did finally fall asleep again to be woken by
Libby with a cup of tea.  She looked a little worried and sat of the bed
then asked me in a concerned voice why I'd been `playing' with her knickers
in the night.  I looked at her dumbly then finally told her that she needed
to explain to me why they were as they were.  I didn't feel able to come
straight out and say it so we looked at each other for several moments
until finally she asked me what I meant.

   I paused then informed her that I'd found the wet stain on them and
waited to see her reaction.  She looked at me as if I was mad for a second
then with the crease of the brow she asked if I was talking about her
feminine discharge.  I said that they were very wet (I couldn't even say
soiled for some reason) to which she shrugged and said she'd been dancing
and it wasn't unusual for her to leak a little since the birth of the
children.

   She then fixed me with a hard stare and asked me had I been sniffing
them to which I said of course not but she shook her head and then gave me
a kiss on the forehead and said she `understood' as if she knew I had. 
With that Libby got up and walked away leaving me embarrassed and feeling
undeservedly guilty at what she'd implied.

   During that day she actually made quite a few sly comments about her
knickers as if I might be searching for her used pairs then to make matters
a lot worse that night she actually asked me directly if I'd worn them. 
When I said no she added that it was ok because she liked the way they felt
as well and understood why I might prefer them to my own.  It was as if she
was trying to understand me even when she was making it clear she thought
the activity strange.

   When I challenge her on this and stated that it really wasn't something
I'd do she shrugged and said ok.  She then added that she was a bit upset
because I was becoming a bit weird.  When I rose to that as well she
quietly explained that fooling about with her knickers, drooling over her
when she dressed to go out with friends then calling her a tart wasn't
exactly nice behaviour.

   I was shocked at this and told her it wasn't like that but couldn't
bring myself to say what I was actually worried about as it would just make
it a whole lot worse.  So I just apologised once again.  Libby said it was
ok and left it although for the rest of the weekend I was careful not to
give her any cause for concern.

   Now I'm not stupid but I loved Libby and my family very deeply so tried
to convince myself that perhaps she was telling the truth and if so my
behaviour might well appear odd.

   The next week was a works darts evening from which she came home early
and we went up to bed together her chatting about nothing at all which
actually pleased me as it was more normal behaviour.  I did try to give her
a kiss and a cuddle but she told me I was still `on probation' so I gave
up.

   Over the next few weeks she was out once or twice as was I.  Now I
should say at this point work was really busy and I was tired most of the
time and Libby was now being very sweet although when I think back there
hadn't been any intimacy for nearly four months despite her dressing really
sexily when she went out.

   Anyway one Friday it was her turn to go out (which she now did every
time) and when I asked if I could swap she simply refused but told me if I
had to go out I should arrange for the children to visit my mothers again,
which I did as I wanted to meet some old friends in town.

   On Friday Libby wore a lacy top that showed her breasts just a little
and an ultra short skirt over a pair of really shiny cut-off leggings of
course with tall heels.  She looked really hot and to be frank that worried
me but after the last time I'd mentioned her clothes I was keen not to say
anything.  Anyway she actually asked me if I liked her in her new outfit
which of course, to avoid any arguments, I said yes.  She left in the taxi
beaming while I felt a little depressed.

   Now two things happened that night, firstly I got really drunk and was
actually ill the second was that Libby didn't appear at all but I had a
text around 1am saying she was staying at a friend's house.  Anyway
Saturday morning I was feeling really sorry for myself when she appeared
looking like a wet dream still and I couldn't help but stare at my wife who
in the past few months or so had changed so much.

   In daylight I could see the top was really quite see-through and her
breasts and nipples were slightly visible without being completely blatant.
The cut-offs under the tiny skirt were really tight and stretchy and as I
watched her peel them of I realised she wore nothing under them.  She
looked at me and smiled then went to take a shower.

   I sat rather stunned at how she had chosen to dress contemplating what I
could say to her before finally going to the bathroom where I sat silently
until she came out of the shower.  I looked at Libby naked for the first
time in ages and noticed that her sex was completely bald.  She spotted
where I was looking and said that that was part of the reason she was
leaking so much because she'd trimmed it off as she was getting a rash.

   I couldn't think of anything to say so simple returned to the bedroom
where I spent the rest of the day sulking.

   That weekend was pleasant after that as we visited friends although
Libby seemed again a little distant at times.  Anyway we carried on until
the end of the next week the day before Libby was going away for her long
weekend.  She'd refused to allow me to arrange for the children to stay
with my parents (Libby didn't work on a Friday so we had no childcare
arranged for them) saying she felt that since I'd been so busy for the past
weeks the children needed to be with their father.

   In the end I came home early on the Thursday and had taken the Friday
and Monday off.  I went to find my wife but she was locked in the bathroom
although she said she was nearly ready.  I made tea for both of us and
stood sipping from my mug when she came into the kitchen.

   Libby had been to the hairdresser and her straight shoulder length brown
hair was replaced by heavily curled ginger/red locks that made her look
like a completely different person.  To add to this she wore a tight
long-sleeved round-neck jumper, which was white and tight, the material
stretching over her breasts and hinting at the lack of a bra.  She also
wore leggings which were black and again while not indecent they also
suggested she had nothing else beneath.  She had on a pair of low heels and
with her makeup she looked very sexy but yet in a classy French way.

   "Like it?" She said doing a twirl.  I said `wow' and she smiled then
went off to finish her packing.  Once she'd done this and I'd put the
luggage in the car she gave me a quick cheek peck and she was off.  I tried
not to dwell on Libby or what she or her friends might get up to but anyway
somehow I got through the weekend and soon it was Monday and I waited to
her to return as I played games with the children.  When she did arrive
home she gave them a big kiss each then fished into the bag she carried and
presented them with a gift each.  After more kisses they went off to play
with them and she turned to me.

   "Hi." She said and asked me to get the bag and meet her in the bedroom.
I did as asked and arrived to find Libby holding up a couple of DVDs.  "A
present for you." She said but when I went to take it she said "Not yet!"
and put them away for later.  Later that night after the children were in
bed my wife quietly went upstairs to check their bedrooms to make sure they
were asleep before she reappearing dressed in the Whale-tights, the skirt
she usually wore over her leggings and a lacy top that was so loose her
breasts were completely accessible.  She really did look like a tart as she
locked the door behind her.

   She set the DVD, turned off all the lights then sat next to me in the
dark and pulled out my cock.  Considering I'd had no sexual contact with
her for several months this was both a shock and also had an immediate
effect on me.  I went to play with her but she slapped me away so with a
shrug I sat back watching what turned out to be a sex video.  Basically it
was a film of a married woman with another man shot by her husband: She
starts off kissing on the sofa before beginning serious foreplay,
undressing her lover and herself as she progresses.  We watched it unfold
for about ten minutes until Libby's assault on my cock was too much and I
came.  My wife slipped away and returned with a towel and some more beers
then cleaned me up before she started the DVD again.  After a couple of
minutes she began to play with me again while still refusing to let me
touch or kiss her so once again I sat back and watched.

   This time we saw the woman go down on the man for a while before she was
placed on her back and the guy then guided his large cock into her.  At
this point the camera man was heard urging them on asking the woman if she
liked the other mans cock to which she replied an emphatic yes he then
asked her if she wanted her lover to cum inside her to which she said
please and he got faster until finally with a grunt he obliged.  Libby
began kissing my ear and neck during all of this then when the man came she
whispered that it was the hottest thing watching a married woman having sex
and that she (the woman on the screen) was so lucky to have such an
understanding husband.  With that she sped up her wrist movements so I came
hard and this time she milked me until I wilted completely before she
finally wiped me down.

   The DVD went on pause and we sat drinking beer for a few moments then
she asked in a sexy voice if I'd `liked what I'd seen.  I said yes and she
then repeated that it was the best and she loved it that the woman had let
another man cum inside her in front of her husband.  After that we went to
bed.  Now of course there were alarms going off all over at this point but
I ignored them focussing o the fact that we'd just had a sexual encounter
albeit only for my pleasure.  Libby disappeared into the bathroom for some
time and although I didn't think it at the time, I was already dozing, I
suspect she played with herself.  Libby was back at work the following day
and things were fairly normal until the Thursday evening when once again we
sat down to watch the other DVD.  Libby dressed in the tights once more
only this time she wore a tiny top and heels and was simple exposed to me
completely.  However when I made to kiss her she said `probation' and I
shrugged and sat back as the show began.

   This DVD was again an amateur wife with another man only this time the
man was very big and very black.  In fact he was so much larger than the
woman when they stood facing each other she had to go on tip-toes to kiss
him even when he bent his head.  She spent a long time trying to suck his
cock but it was too big to get it in her mouth so after doing her best she
lay on her back and the guy placed the head against her wet sex then turned
to the camera and said he was about to ruin her for good.  With that he
then proceeded to work it into her over the next ten minutes (which frankly
given she was an amateur was surprisingly quick) before they had sex for
the next twenty.  The woman was almost hysterical at times yet despite
being small she took all of the man's erection inside her.

   That evening Libby again insisted on playing with me only but when I
said I really wanted to have sex with she refused and said she still wasn't
ready to go that far again, whatever that meant.  Anyway she brought me off
twice as before this time fairly quickly as she was again whispering in my
ear which she knew was a big turn on for me.  I was a little disappointed
when Libby informed me she was out that Friday since she'd been away but
she pointed out it was actually her turn so reluctantly I conceded.  That
evening she came down and stood in front of me looking at me waiting for my
reaction.  She was simply dressed just like the woman on the DVD: I'd
noticed the woman had red/ginger coloured hair and had a passing
resemblance to Libby (if a little shorter) but now my wife wore an
identical short pleated tartan skirt with a white blouse and white
stockings with red heels.  She even had a red ribbon in her hair and white
chocker.

   I looked at her and gaped.

   "Like it?" She smiled and waited.

   It was excessive and although not slutty was very, very sexy and quite
disturbing in its way yet what could I do?  After all that had gone on
before I just nodded trying to think of what to say without ending in a
fight.  She gave a big grin and said `thanks' then trotted off to finish
her makeup.  She disappeared until the taxi arrived then she returned put
in the DVD and turned off the lights.  She leaned over and kissed my cheek.
"Watch the DVD and pretend it's me." She then left.

   I was now in front of the video which was continuing from where it had
stopped the night before with a woman looking so, so like Libby now lying,
still partially clothed, under the huge black man as he pounded away until
with a yell he came inside her before pulling away so the cameraman zoomed
in on her gaping hole with the man's cum beginning to pool inside her
opening.  I should have turned the DVD off immediately but I hadn't so I
sat stunned by this (sporting an erection) as the camera pulled back and
the Libby-like woman smiled and said "Big and black is best".  I tried to
remind myself that it wasn't Libby I'd just seen and my wife was just
teasing me.  However I was completely thrown by both it and Libby's
appearance so went to bed several hours later still shaken. .  Anyway my
wife came home late but this time I didn't wake until the morning so had no
idea what time.  Libby was really keen to sit and watch the DVD again the
following night and once again she dressed as the woman on the screen.  As
she played with me she whispered; "I seem to be enjoying his big black cock
in me, are you enjoying watching it fuck me." I didn't answer so she
pressed me by saying "It's hot isn't it?" three or four times until I said
yes.  She then repeated the previous statement and added.  "You like seeing
his cock buried in my pussy don't you?" Again I was silent but she simply
worked on my cock harder.  "Look at it go into me, you love seeing me
getting fucked by a black cock don't you?" Finally I was erupting and she
said "don't you!?" and I said yes.

   Libby cleaned me up with a grin then called me a pervert but we did the
same the next night and once more she kept on and on about how she was
being fucked and how I loved watching it.  I agreed fairly quickly this
time and in fact she was talking about how good it was for me to watch my
wife with a foot of black snake in her snatch when I came as I was saying `
yes it was great'.  This time after a clean up she started again and when
it was in full swing she asked if I'd like to see her in another movie.  I
looked at her and she said she had one that we could watch the following
night.  So we were in the dark room again the following night only this
time Libby wore a black dress and dark stockings with her hair up which
while she looked really attractive wasn't particularly sexy.  Of course
when the film began the woman wore virtually identical clothes and could
have been her except she had darker hair.

   The video was much like the last one with a thirty something married
woman having sex with a large black guy.  This time however the guy was a
bit rougher with the woman although she was clearly happy with what he did
to her.  The other difference was she was then joined by another man part
way through and we saw two men on the one woman at once.  Libby again said
things about it being hot to have had two men and then added that I could
see she was cuming on the big cock in her.  She kept this up all the time
and once I'd cum she switched the DVD off then asked me if I wanted to see
her star in another production to which after a pause I said yes.

   That Friday Libby arranged for the children to be looked after as she
told me we were having a night in, which of course meant another DVD.  At
half past eight she came down dressed in a basque stockings and heels
clutching a digital cameral and after putting on all the lights in the room
asked me to film her.  I was surprised but happy to do so and watched with
my cock aching as she sat on the sofa and started to tell the camera who
she was, that she was married and how she loved cock in her pussy.  She
then played with herself for a while before we took a beer break.

   It was just after this she told me to stop shooting and she jumped up
and said, "at last!" then left the room.  My heart was going fast as I
heard the front door go and my life crashed.  I had genuinely thought we
were just about to have sex but now Libby walked in with the biggest black
man I'd ever met in the flesh.  He was over six-eight and dwarfed my wife
who was of course still only in the basque and stockings.  Finally the
penny dropped - far, far too late - she'd been setting me up for this for
some considerable time.

   "This is Casey." She introduced the man who just looked at me with a
sneer then turned to Libby and she turned and kissed him his huge hands
pulling her close for a few seconds.  Then she sat with Casey, facing me.

   "You've know I had a lover for some time, well since you found my cum
stained knickers." She explained.  "Once you gave me the green light to
dress up for him everything's been great only I guess we both knew you'd
have to meet him eventually.  Casey thinks I need a little more freedom so
suggested once you warmed to the idea of watching us we'd do it in front of
you and them we could really move on."

   "Is that thing on?" Casey interrupted in a deep voice.

   "Err...  no" I replied.

   "Switch it on then man." He said and gave me a hard stare.  Libby was
smiling at me nodding so with a trembling hand I turned it on and began to
film my wife with this brute of a man.  They kissed before she sank to her
knees and undid his trousers.  She fished about before pulling his
monstrous cock out then looking at me she said; "This is why we don't have
sex." She turned and began to suck on it but unlike the video we'd watched,
somehow Libby managed to get the massive head into her mouth.

   I watched in horror as it got hard then finally my wife lay on the sofa
and turning to me she added.  "Get the penetration, he's huge yet it still
all goes in." the guy looked at me and said coldly.  "You know everyone in
the office knows your wife is my slut." He grinned as he continued to work
his cock over my wife's slit.  "I was glad you were cool about us going
away together the other weekend, Libby said you'd let her and that you'd be
playing with yourself thinking of us fucking."

   With that he penetrated her and his huge cock slid far too easily
inside. She groaned and looking at me she bit her lip and said she was
about to cum.  She then had a very obvious and noisy climax.  I don't know
why I did it but I filmed them as they had sex for over an hour culminating
in Casey putting my wife's legs over his shoulders so he could get deeper.
Then with a roar he had his climax and I could see his balls actually
constricting as he pumped his seed deep inside Libby.  My wife was babbling
as this happened before going over the top into yet another climax of her
own.  I went stop the camera but Casey barked at me not to and with a grin
from ear to ear Libby then showered kisses on him before she allowed him to
get off.  I was ordered to get close and I could see that just like the DVD
there was a large amount of cum pooled inside her very open hole.

   "You're wife loves my cock in her pussy." He said as I sat pointing the
camera at Libby's huge gaping cavity.  "No other cock's been in her since I
came along." I looked up at him then thought back, he was right.  Casey
laughed at me as he disappeared from the room.  Libby put her feet down and
looked at me.  I'd turned off the camera as Casey was going to the toilet.
"I'm proud you've been so understanding about my affair.  I told Casey
about you finding out a few months ago and he thought you'd get upset but I
told him you'd allow it to continue."

   "This is how I see it." She continued lowering her voice.  "Casey likes
the idea of occasionally coming over and doing me while you watch, which
given your hard on should be good for you too but most of the time I'll be
at his place." He was coming back into the room so she sat back again.

   "Now tomorrow Libby will come over to my house at twelve dressed in a
new little outfit we bought last week.  I want you there as well because
it's going to be her sort of rights of passage.  Now fuck off because I'm
going to fuck your wife again and I want you somewhere else!"

   After that I sat in the spare room listening to the sounds of my wife
urging her man to fuck her and then to cum in her which actually made me
cry.  I found it really hard to order my thoughts; Libby made it sound as
if we'd actually discussed my fears about her activities but we hadn't and
yet now she seemed to simply expect me to accept it without question.  They
were not up until nine the following day and after a quick shower Casey
left reminding us that we needed to be over before mid-day.  Libby seemed
very happy and when I finally asked about her outfit she produced a set of
clothes then asked me to help her in them.  I guess I had this single
opportunity to at least voice my distress but I didn't I was too stunned.

   The trousers were stretch fabric that looked like they were liquid it
was really shiny, the top that was cropped and sat just below her nipples
showing the underside of her pert breasts.  She had on heels of simply
enormous height and a chocker.  We drove to the house then just before we
went in Libby opened her legs wide and pointed at the gap in the material
giving access to her sex.  Once at his house we were greeted by a boy of
around fifteen who was also black.  For the first time Libby looked a
little uncertain but we went in to find another three teenagers all black
and all watching Libby like starved animals.  Casey came in from another
room and introduced us:

   "This is Libby my slut girlfriend and this is her husband.  Now because
yesterday Libby told me she would do anything to please me, to prove that
she means what she's promised she's going to entertain you all afternoon
while her husband watches." The boys made high fives and whooped then I
looked at Libby who gave a nervous smile back.  That was the green light
and within moments my wife was on her knees sucking a black cock while
another went to her rear and finding the opening proceeded to push his own
erection into her without any difficulty.  I watched as they took her until
both of them had cum then the third and forth boys took over and so it went
on.  The whole event lasted about an hour before Libby was left sitting
besides the boys as Casey put on the recording from the night before and we
witnessed my wife having sex with Casey.  She had been a little embarrassed
at first but once she'd given herself to the first pair she'd just let it
happen and now she simply smiled as she watched herself being taken by her
lover.

   Watching it on the screen I was struck just how easily she took his
monster cock and just how many times she appeared to climax as they made
love.  Finally when the boys were excited enough they switched off the TV
and started on Libby again.  This time she removed the trousers so she was
now naked and I watched her small lithe body thrash around as one by one
the mounted her and she wound her legs and arms about them.  Finally after
they'd taken her again she sucked one of the boys erect again and they
started over.  It was several hours and many, many climaxes later that she
finally dressed and we left.

   In the car Libby turned to me and asked me if I had enjoyed myself.  I
said no but she patted my trousers and felt my cock which had been hard for
hours and told me she'd seen the tent in my trousers so she understood. 
Before I could say anything in my defence she added that she'd been reading
lots of stories about this type of thing and said that I was officially an
interracial cuckold and the fact that I got excited seeing my wife being
pleased by bigger, better men was normal.  She then told me that to ensure
we both gained the most from our new open relationship she'd let me watch
her whenever she could and wouldn't hide anything from me `no matter how
nasty'.  With this statement I fell silent as I was too depressed and
beaten to respond.

   Libby removed her now very soiled trousers and the skimpy top once we
got home then asked me to choose the one item she was going to wear to my
parents.  I was forced to delve about until I produced a dress which I
hoped would cover her without looking too formal.  She approved and without
washing the cum that coated her body she slipped it on and said she was
ready.  We left for my mothers but once in the car I realised she now
smelled really strongly of sex and sweat plus her hair was still damp from
her own perspiration.  Despite me pointing this out Libby just said that
was fine and so off we went as she fixed her face a little.  It was a very
embarrassing visit as my wife looked more than a little used and she smelt
heavily of semen.  When we were finally home Libby made tea for the little
ones and then after a short play the children were bathed and put to bed.

   That night I was forced to watch the recording of my wife with Casey
again this time she sucked my cock until I'd cum twice.  All the way
through it she kept talking about how big he was and how deep he got.  She
also told me that Casey had been talking about her having a weekend
threesome sometime although I had no doubt that wouldn't include me. 
Practically every Friday after that Libby dressed up and went out with
Casey.  She dressed in some really blatant gear including a tiny dress and
thong that she particularly liked as the dress is so tight it shows just
about everything.  A few times in those months I watched Casey take Libby
in front of me but thankfully he doesn't particularly like me watching and
also likes to wake alone so she rarely stays over.

   My wife insisted on playing with me the morning after and telling me in
graphic detail how she was driven to ecstasy by her lover and how wonderful
it is to feel a big black cock erupting inside her sex.  She added she
would blow me from time to time but would never have sex with me.  However
things moved on and by far the worst events have been in the past six
months: The first one was when we were invited to Libby's sister's wedding.
After a quiet talk to Wendy, Casey was invited as well and sat to one side
of my wife with me the other.  Wendy seemed to think he was an old friend
of mine who I'd insisted on bringing along.  She actually lectured me on
not considering my lovely wife enough and that I needed to attend to her
needs more.
Libby wore a light pearl coloured dress as maid-of -honour only what her
sister didn't know as the fact that her sex had been well used by Casey as
her bare hole was leaking cum throughout the service and meal after.  Once
my wife changed at the reception she wore a short green dress which looked
really classy only her stockings were the only other item she had on and
she flashed her pouting sex at me several times that night.  After Wendy
and most of the other relatives had left the reception Libby seemed to
think it ok to dance with Casey in front of those remaining and of course
that meant kissing as well.  I didn't know where to turn as people went by
looking at me knowing that my wife was in the arms of a black man on the

dance floor.

   To finish the evening off Libby came up to me and said that since the
room was only booked for two I'd best get a cab home.  Then she marched me
to reception and with Casey's arm still about her waist she ordered a taxi
for her husband.  Every eye was on the three of us as we stood there then
went back to the functions room to wait.  A few minutes later a teenage
girl, prompted by Libby, came up to us and said with a grin that a taxi had
arrived to take her husband home.  I was then marched out to the lobby and
with a peck on the cheek Libby said goodbye to me in front of probably a
dozen people then turned to Casey and said "One more dance before I let you
fuck me." I raced away and sat crying quietly all the way home.

   The second and worse change came one Friday; Libby actually dressed as a
hooker; stockings below the hem line of her tiny skirt.  Semi transparent
top, heels, hair in tight curls and more make-up than I'd ever seen. 
Before she waddled out to Casey's car she confessed that she was really
going to prostitute herself that night, if she kept her nerve, as it was
one of her recurring fantasies.  She was gone until late Saturday when she
returned in a taxi looking like a complete tramp (which I guess she was).
That night she told me that she'd actually stood on a street corner for a
few hours and sold her body to several guys for money.  She then, for the
first time in eight months said she wanted me in her very open pussy
however once I was about to enter her she insisted on a condom and then
added that it would cost me £40.  I didn't answer but she pulled me into
her and we did it although she said when I tried that she didn't kiss
clients.

   She then added that none of her `other' clients had been remotely
attractive but she'd cum every time just thinking about what she was doing
with them.  She then let me cum inside her for the first time in almost a
year, inside the condom that was.

   Stupidly I still love her as she is the mother of my children despite
the fact that she has become a complete slut for Casey and is now happy
(and actually more excited by this than anything else) to prostitute
herself for the guy.  After the first time she sat me down and told me that
she didn't consider us as lovers anymore but if I was willing to pay like
her `other men' I could have sex with her when she was `working'.  Stupidly
I guess I felt this was better than nothing especially as she still shared
my bed however these sessions are bizarre because they only occur at the
end of an evening when she's already been with other men and she dresses
and acts like a pro.

   Casey insisted I go out with them to witness Libby at work.  It was
horrific to see my wife barely dressed chatting to really unattractive men
then disappearing with then either in their cars or down a side street to a
motel that she uses.

   A few months ago she came home looking a little concerned and when I
asked her why she confessed that she'd had sex with one of our friends. 
When I quizzed her further she told me he'd only recognised her once they
were in the hotel but had happily carried on and bought her for an hour.  I
was very upset but she explained that it was ok as he'd have to keep his
mouth shut or she'd tell his wife, not that I thought that an adequate
deterrent.  The Casey infatuation was well into a third year but he seemed
very happy to use and abuse Libby and she was still more than willing to
fuck him and anyone else he wanted.  She had admitted that she got more
pleasure from being a prostitute than any other sex she'd ever experienced

   As far as I knew her daytime employer and work colleagues had no idea
she had this double life at the time and I'm not even sure they knew she'd
still been seeing Casey but a month ago Libby sat me down and told me she
was becoming a full-time pro rather than the current `hobby'.  She then
explained that regrettably it meant she would be seeing a lot more men
mostly at out house and that her prices were going up.  I could still pay
for her but she wanted something in return which was my help when she
entertained clients.  So for the past few weeks men turn up at our house to
fuck my wife while I serve drinks, offer condoms and take the money.  Of
course Casey appears from time to time and they disappear together and he
alone shoots his seed into her and of course gets it for nothing.

   The children are surprisingly comfortable about it all seeing mummy with
lots of friends and Uncle Casey.  I just want to cry all the time.