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 Amanda, my wife, is five four and pretty.  She's no super-model although
she has a great body and really good legs.  I always say she looks sweet
and innocent, which sums her up fairly well...  or so I thought.

   Twelve months ago I came home from a night with my friends (quite late
and I'd had a few) to find Amanda was already home from her evening out
with some work friends.  When I got to the bedroom I found her crashed in
bed so climbed in and gave her a snuggle.

   Feeling her sexy body next to mine I got an instant erection so began to
take a few liberties with her.  I ran my hands over her lovely breasts and
rolling her nipples I was rewarded with a little body shuffle that
encouraged me to continue.  So I nibbled her neck and felt her nipples
harden.

   After this I slowly pushed a hand down to her pussy and began to rub her
clit which was already standing proud and then decided to go for it.  I
slid my erection over her sex and was rewarded when her lips parted and I
felt the moisture beginning to coat the end of it.

   I then pushed the end into her feeling just how wet she was then I began
to work gently deeper.  God she was getting wet and I found I could easily
slide deep into her.  I savoured the feeling of the heat from her body then
began to work slowly in and out of her as she started to make slight
groaning noises.

   She was responding to my actions now so I got a little more physical and
as I started to grind against her I began to kiss her neck and ears which
got the reaction I expected.  We made love like this for probably fifteen
minutes, slow and sensuous before I came with a sigh.

   Amanda made a few mewing noises but after I'd finished she seemed happy
to drift back into a deep sleep.  It was actually quite fun doing it to her
like that and I wondered just how awake she actually was.

   The next day she told me off in a jokey was about how naughty I'd been
taking advantage of her the previous night which made me realise she was a
good deal more aware than I'd suspected.

   Now this had been a lot of fun partially because it was so unprompted
and also because she clearly got excited a lot quicker than usual.  In fact
it was quite a sea change for us because while Amanda and I enjoy sex with
each other we'd been married for five years so things were not so
spontaneous any more.  Anyway I laughed about this and said she didn't seem
to mind, in fact she was quite the opposite to which she just smiled.

   I tried it again a few days later but she wasn't as receptive and after
a few minutes working on her she whispered that she wasn't in the mood.  So
much for spontaneity.  However the next week I tried again, admittedly
fuelled by a few beers, and this time she responded to me just as before.
In fact she was really excited when I entered her, her juices were flowing
really quite a lot.

   The sex was fun and I was rewarded with her reaching quite a major
orgasm this time before I came very hard indeed.  All in all it seemed that
a few drinks inside us both worked wonders!

   I suppose therefore when we made love after a pYdþg§m Ë "cGt weekend I
found it a little disappointing that while my wife was as eager as I to
make love she never hit the heights of the previous encounter.

   Anyway sex wasn't always on offer so I would guess there were a few
weeks in between that evening and the next time I tried a post-pub
encounter and was rewarded with my wife being both responsive and very wet
which was great and the sex fantastic.

   Now I worked out that I was getting most horny after an evening out with
the lads and she was similarly responsive when she'd been out with her
friends from work so these were the evenings I targeted.  I found her hot
and willing most of these nights so they became our regular sex nights. 
Amanda kept telling me I was being very amorous since I was leaving her in
her words `well used' but lets face it she was as hot, if not hotter than I
was!

   Then about four months after this all started I came home early, I was
looking forward to the evenings activities, and finding her handbag in the
kitchen I knew she was home.  I went to our bedroom and found Amanda face
down under the duvet already.  I got in a bit of a mess with my trousers so
had to put the light on to untangle myself then looking at my sleeping wife
I began to expose her back as I kissed from her neck slowly down.

   I knew she loved this and she stirred a little as I exposed her fully
then began to rub her back before I pushed her thighs apart and went to go
down on her.  AS my face got close l suddenly stopped.  I'd probably not
actually looked at her sex for a while since oral sex isn't my bag and we
always do it in the dark.

   Now I looked I saw it was engorged, puffy and as I ran my thumbs against
her lips they parted showing me about half a teaspoon of liquid had
gathered just inside.  I'm no fool (well not once I've seen the evidence)
and realised at once this wasn't from her but was the cum of another man.

   "Christ Amanda!" I yelled but despite this she didn't really stir.  I
pushed her roughly onto her back then I noticed that although her eyes were
open she was far away.  Then it finally hit me.  She'd been drugged and not
for the first time..  No wonder she claimed not to remember much about the
sex we have except she always told be I felt bigger than normal and was a
lot more physical, which I'd put down to her being almost asleep when I
begin.

   I tried to ruse her but when I got close she pulled me on top and tried
to kiss me only I broke free.  I was clear she had been given a drug of
some variety and not only did she not remember what went on she was still
enjoying the effects of its obvious aphrodisiac qualities.

   What to do?  My erection had shrunk the moment I'd seen her soiled sex
and worse I realised this had been going on for at least four months and
probably longer.  It also explained why our normal sex sessions seemed to
her less enjoyable and therefore to me also.

   Amanda wasn't in a fit state to do much but she seemed very keen to have
sex with me as she put her hand into my cock and began to stroke it not
that it was doing any good.  I could think of nothing else so simply rolled
her back over and covered her again then went to sleep downstairs although
that was hard to do since I was so upset.

   I returned to my own bed much later and woke next to Amanda who was her
usual loving self.  I tried to ask her about her evening but she either
lied or didn't know because she explained the normal evening at Cathy's
with two other friend and a takeaway curry.

   So I did the only thing I could: I waited until the next week and ducked
out of my usual boys Friday and went snooping.  The evening was at our
house and I got very bored waiting for something to happen but nothing did.
In the end I `came home early' to test her reaction but she seemed happy
and relaxed.  More than that she was keen to make love that night although
it was clear she didn't get anywhere near to an orgasm.

   Two weeks later she was soiled and out of it again so I decided to
repeat my investigations.  This time it was her friend Tiffany who hosted
but again with nothing happening I was so bored I actually played games on
my phone waiting for anything.

   Then finally I heard some clapping and looked in to discover Amanda
lying on her back with the largest black man I could imagine fucking her
like a she was a rag doll.  She had her legs about his back but one look at
her face showed she was enjoying but didn't seem all there.

   "Fuck that bitch!" Lindsey the forth of the group shouted and Tiffany
yelled "Yeah"

   IT was grotesque.  I now knew that she'd been drugged by her own
`friends' and that's when it dawned on me what had happened.  Amanda had
joined the company only a year earlier but when the office manager's job
came up she' applied and got it over Lindsey and Cathy.  I remember how
bitchy they were to her for weeks then suddenly they'd changed and before I
knew it they were going out on girl's nights.

   "Oh fuck!" I heard my wife slur as she hit a climax and the guy shouted.
"Here it comes bitch!" then he obviously had his own climax.  The other
girls whooped and Tiffany said; "Joey you're the man!"

   Joey!  He was another of Amanda's co-workers, their delivery driver who
I'd never met but I knew she didn't like him at all because he was very
crude and more than once had made references to tapping her pussy.  In fact
she'd reported him once.

   I was at a loss what to do and decided to go confront them when there
were more cheers and I looked to see another man.  An Asian who was
removing his clothes.  Joey was getting dressed and the girls seemed to
only have a passing interest in the old-ish man as he stripped then got
between my wife's legs and began to bang away.  The women were drifting off
along with Joey but Tiffany stood watching a grin on her face then said in
a deep voice.  "Go on fuck the slut, she loves your cock you know!" He
laughed as if in response my wife's legs seemed to pull him into her as she
hit another climax.  The Asian guy (must have been around fifty with a
greying beard) grunted and emptied into her then got up and pulled up the
loose trousers he wore (it was traditional Asian clothing) then told her to
get dressed so he could take her home.

   Christ!  I realised now I recognised him.  He was a taxi driver and a
man who seemed to pick us up quite often when we ordered a cab for the
company he worked for.  Now I knew why he grinned so much when he gave us
lifts; he'd been fucking my wife for months!

   Amanda was compliant and dressed then wobbled out and into the taxi
while I sat crouching to the side of the house forced to wait until all the
guests had left which meant Amanda was long gone by the time I got to my
car.  Of course when I got home she wasn't there and I just bet the old
bastard was doing her again.  I nearly ran out to him when he finally
arrived but what good would it do?  I needed a plan.

   Amanda staggered in through the door and went straight to bed I followed
and she gave me a smile then put her arms around me and began kissing me.
It was clear she was still totally hot.  It was really difficult to get her
off me and when I finally did she said in a slurry voice that she really
wanted us to make love.

   Before I could say anything she added that since she'd been very, very
naughty she didn't want me to miss out.  I thought about this for a second
then asked her if she'd had sex with Joey tonight.  She didn't blink an eye
but said yes and he had a monster cock then added that she'd also had her
taxi driver who was hot as well.

   Now I was totally thrown!  So she did know it was happening and was just
being a slut.  The thing was it just didn't seem to fit.

   Anyway she then mentioned something about getting it from someone and
made as if to leave so I was forced to hold her which resulted in me
getting several deep kisses as she fumbled for my manhood.  I managed to
get her on the bed without actually having to perform and then as we kissed
she drifted off to sleep.

   I paced up and down for hours that night thinking about what I would do
before finally crashing.  When my wife woke the next morning she was very
loving and after a few minutes I realised she really didn't remember a
thing in fact it was only the after effects of the sex she'd endured that
let her know she'd been intimate at all.

   Now there were further problems to overcome; firstly she was due to go
on a works training event in two weeks which was due to last three days,
two nights and I feared what they might do to her if she went.  Perhaps
more worrying was the knowledge that the following week I was abroad for
five days which meant we had the Saturday together in between several days
apart and I was worried.

   It was no good accusing people without evidence and I already knew from
the probing conversations I'd had with my wife she considered Cathy and
Tiffany to be really good friends so their awful behaviour wasn't going to
be easy to believe or prove.  Then as if to ensure Amanda remained close
Cathy actually offered her old BMW, which was three years old, to us
several thousand less than its value appeared to be.  My wife was so
grateful there was know way I could get her to believe she was actually
manipulating her.

   I decided to video the administering of the drug and, if possible, get a
sample but that was a lot tougher than I thought and the one night I tried
I spent it cramped in Cathy's back garden waiting to see anything, which I
didn't.  In fact my wife left without seemingly being raped again (if you
can call it that) although she was clearly high and once again the taxi
took four times as long to get her home which meant he'd had his way with
her once more.  So the trip was upon her and despite trying to broach the
subject several times she left that Wednesday with a kiss and a promise to
phone.  Actually when I spoke to her that night she was lucid and let me
know she was already going to bed as she was tired, so at least night one
was ok.

   A similar conversation occurred the next night although it was earlier
and she said she was revising for a test.  I phoned later only there was no
reply, which go me worried.  She was home when I got in Friday evening
seemingly fine and clearly happy.  She chatted about the course and the
food and that was all so maybe things were ok after all.  I was determined
to do the same the next week only from the start it was impossible.  My
first call Sunday wasn't answered but she spoke to me the following morning
telling me she'd gone to bed early.  The next night I spoke to her around
nine then got no reply.  Tuesday I just got her voicemail but got a call
Wednesday am asking me why I was calling all the time.  I was in a bit of a
shock at this since we always spoke to each other everyday when apart and I
said this only she replied that was fine but she had six missed calls and
had spoken to me earlier.  I said we hadn't but she said we had and that
was that.  Wednesday night she called me around seven and we chatted she
said she was sorry and had got confused about the days then said she wasn't
well so was going to bed.  I called the next day but didn't get her
although I got a message from her, that I missed, telling me she was sick
so was in bed and might not get to the phone.  She spoke to me early that
evening and told me she was going to stay home the next day as well then
said goodnight.  She didn't answer my calls the next day so when I got home
I was really worried.  It was clear she was drugged again and one look at
her sex showed it was gaping.  I was no expert but those sex drugs were
dangerous and I'm not surprised she was feeling ill.  In fact she could
have died!  She was like a dog on heat that night constantly trying to have
sex until she passed out and I carried her to bed.  I looked at her sex
noting she was puffy and as I said gaping but she wasn't dripping cum which
made me think whatever had happened she hadn't been visited that day.  I
struggled with what to do knowing my wife was their puppet but in the end I
had to face them so I phoned Tiffany and told her I knew what was going on
and we should talk before I went to the police.  She was really calm when I
met her and offered me a coffee which I declined; who knew what she'd put
in it!  She sat and let me tell her what I knew then after I'd finished she
gave me a sad look and shook her head: "Your wife is the biggest slut I've
ever met!  We've given her nothing.  She insists on meeting her boyfriends
the evenings we meet up and we're too good to say no, even if it is really
awful what she does to you." She looked at me with a sympathetic
expression. "Look David, Amanda has this thing for black and Asian men. 
She was always going on about how they're so hung and the like, it's
frankly disgusting!  Anyway she hit on Joey from work then seduced him
although that was after she started banging that taxi driver and his son."
She sat forward.  "You wife has been fucking them for months and months and
loves every inch of it!" "Shut up!" I shouted.  "I saw you give her drugs!"
It was a lie but I had to get to the truth even if it hurt.  "I'm going to
the police and you've had it!" She was wrong footed by this but then
shrugged and went over to the sideboard returning with a DVD.  "Before you
accuse us look at this!" She thrust it in my hand.  "What's the point?" I
stated angrily.  "Because that shows your wife in all her enthusiastic
glory with several of her lovers!  To be totally honest it's repulsive but
I'd watch it so you know the truth and stop yourself looking foolish with
the police." I shook my head but she snatched it off me and as I sat she
shoved it into the machine and hit play.  The screen filled with my front
room and there was a male voice behind the camera saying `recording' Amanda
was there on the screen obviously well involved in sex with a young Asian
guy.  How long they'd been at it I don't know but she was bathed in sweat
as was he and she was writhing about clutching him to her.  "Fuck Mand! 
Not another one!" He jokes as she bucked and moaned.  "Fuck yes!" She
replied as she continued to move with him.  They did it for perhaps another
five minutes (I was too shocked to switch it off, turn away or say
anything) then the guy obviously came with a shudder and she held him for a
long time.  As he broke away Amanda turned and said something and another
guy, probably about twenty took the others place.  I watched as the two of
them rocked together for a few minutes then the guy also came to laughter
from off screen.  "Quick dick!" the voice said.  Amanda sat her gash oozing
cum as her look fell on the cameraman.  "Are you up for it?" She asked but
the camera shook and the man said "No thanks love." His tone suggesting she
wasn't someone he'd get anywhere near with his cock.  So she shrugged and
scooted over to the first man who was sitting on the sofa and she put her
head in his lap and began to give him a blow job.  The camera held this for
a few moments longer then went black.  Tiffany then gave me a sorry look
and told me that Amanda was a slut and didn't deserve the love I gave her.
There was something crushing about this DVD.  She didn't seem so high and
now I was guessing she could simply have been drunk and therefore quite
aware of what was happening.  Christ what a jerk I was think my whore of a
wife was the one being abused when she was the predator and worse; I the
cuckold!  Tiffany saw the tear and came over.  "God David, until you phoned
I thought you knew about her.  She used to boast you fucked her after her
lovers without a care." "She said that!" I cried.  She had played me for a
fool.  "Said she pretended to be out of it and you just went ahead and took
sloppy seconds, so I just thought..." "You were wrong!" I shouted angrily.

   "Don't get arsy with me!" She bit back.  "It's hardly my fault!  I've
had to put up with you whore of a wife fucking men in my house for months!
Just so she can get her fill before she goes home to your because you can't
satisfy her!

   "Thanks!" I spat back standing.

   "Look David..." She caught me as I headed for the door "...David, I'm
sorry!  I really am.  It's what she always says.  Please don't go." She
pulled me back.  "I think you need to talk and I promise I won't say any of
the other hurtful things she's said about you."

   I was furious but I sat as she went to get us some cold drinks then we
sat chatting about how Amanda began all this just after Joey started at the
firm.  She'd got the `hots' for him; didn't I remember how she began to
wear shirts and dresses in place of trousers?  I confessed I thought it was
because of her promotion but Tiffany shook her head, it was for Joey:

   "One night on the way home she was very drunk and Ahmed the younger man
in the video was driving the cab and she admitted that she offered herself
to him.  The very next week she bedded Joey and that as that!" Tiffany
explained looking upset for me.

   "Your wife admitted she didn't know how the father got involved but
Amanda didn't mind at all because she loves interracial cock and the fact
that the man and his two sons were available to her when Joey wasn't seemed
to be reason enough."

   I was crushed!  I actually cried and she gently stroked my hair then
when I asked her what the hell I could do she replied she didn't know, not
if I still loved her.  Then when I looked at her she just told me I could
stay as long as I liked.  So I Lay in her lap and must have fallen asleep.
I felt I had some strange dreams that night but when I woke I could not
really remember them.

   How I ended up back at home in my own bed was shock but I felt woolly
when I finally got up and it occurred to me that, maybe, just maybe I'd
been drugged the night before as well.  It seemed the only explanation so I
got up quietly and called Tiffany who answered with a breezy hi.  When I
asked her suspiciously what went on last night she told me nothing but
added that I did act a little weird before I left.  I asked her to explain
but she said she knew it was just my upset at the discovery of my wife's
antics.

   I wasn't totally convinced about this so didn't race in to confront my
wife however I decided enough was enough and vowed that I'd collect real
evidence of my own then drop it in her lap before leaving her.  Tiffany
actually phoned me that Thursday and let me know she'd dropped off a couple
of interesting DVD's at reception I should take home and watch.  With dread
I decided to do so and since Amanda was watching something on the TV, I
took my laptop to the kitchen and sat staring at the screen:

   The first DVD was the one I'd witnessed before so I skipped that to the
end just making sure there were no `extras' then went to the second.

   Amanda look really glazed as she was being pounded by Joey "Breed the
bitch!" Came Tiffany's voice from somewhere to the left.  Amanda made a
groan at this; high and excited.

   "You love that don't you bitch?" She added.

   "Mmmm!" my drugged wife moaned as she hit a climax.

   "You heard her, knock the bitch up!" Tiffany yelled.  Joey sped up and
pounded Amanda for the next few minutes before yelling as he came inside
her.

   It was awful as Tiffany ordered my wife to spread herself which she did
somewhat drunkenly.  The camera moved and Tiffany came into picture.  She
took hold of the camera and after a bit of camera shake it focussed on
another black guy fucking my wife.  I skipped it on and to my horror found
she went with four men in total.

   I was shocked but then the picture cut and it was me only I was naked on
a bed with another woman.  When the camera revealed her face I was
horrified to see it was Maureen, an older woman but also one of my wife's
work colleagues.  She had the same glassy stare as my wife but responded to
the insistent urging of Tiffany, she didn't seem to be enjoying it as much
as my wife but responded to the orders given and held me as I went at her.

   Sex with Maureen frightened me greatly she was married to one of the
other drivers who I knew was a very, very nasty piece of work.  Then as if
to underline this after we'd finished Tiffany turned the camera to herself
and smiled.  "Not sure Amanda would understand you doing this and Guy
definitely wouldn't." She grinned then it went blank.  I was stumped.  She
tricked me into a sexual act with the forty five year old wife of a man I
knew had been inside for ABH; if they found out I was as good as dead.

   Tiffany phoned the next morning (I'd left messages on her phone the
previous night) and let me know that I could keep my copies but should
remember my health was of no interest to her and one call to Guy would
probably result in something very nasty.  She then added that Maureen had
spoken to her phoned a few minutes ago stating that she was worried that
she might have done something `silly' while at her house.

   I held my breath and then Tiffany added that she'd told her that she was
a bit drunk but wouldn't say any more to her because she didn't need to
know.  "So what did she say?" I asked finally.

   "Said she was concerned things had got a bit out of hand.  She doesn't
know it was you yet but I'm wondering if I should tell her because frankly
I couldn't give a shit what her thug of a husband does to you.

   "What are you saying?" I asked although it was pretty clear.

   "Back off and let me have my fun or you're as good as dead, which might
still happen if she remembers you because if she asks I'll let her know you
were the one pressing her for sex."

   So that was it.  I had no choice but to back off.  I asked her what she
wanted from us and if there was anything I could do to stop her continuing
with this attack on my wife especially as although Amanda was oblivious to
it all I felt the drugs were beginning to have an effect on her:

   I'd noticed she was becoming very forgetful and a little bit vague all
the time which made me really concerned plus there seemed to be an
undercurrent of sexual submission in her.  She seemed to respond sexually
to any erotic stimulus; from a sexy scene in a TV show to us kissing and I
had the feeling that the drugs were undermining her inhibitions to a point
where she was likely to go with anyone who was the least bit persuasive.  I
begged Tiffany to let up and promised to do anything and she said it was ok
as she would very soon.  It was just a week later Amanda announced she was
pregnant.  She was so happy, even though she was meant to be on the pill,
letting me know she really wanted children.  Yes I thought but whose?  Not
mine but almost certainly black.

   I begged Tiffany to let her stop the sexual assaults but she was adamant
I carry on as if nothing happened.  Amanda was now getting increasing
flashbacks and one morning she was very horny mounting me while admitting
it was party due to having `a bit of an interracial fantasy'.

   She was so very highly suggestive I was unnerved just how much sex she
initiated during this period.  She put it down to her hormones but almost
anything seemed to spark her off and as the months progressed she still got
turned on at the slightest thing.  I don't believe she was wilfully
unfaithful to me; Amanda was clear (and although she was a good liar I
believed her) that she wouldn't give her anything because it might harm the
baby but I knew my wife was finding it hard to control her emotions.

   She liked to mention other men occasionally when we made love admitting
it had become a fantasy for her but I explained that since she was pregnant
it was just a hot idea and was just make believe.  After that we spent
several months waiting, me in fear her in happy (and horny) oblivion then
the day arrived and out popped a baby that while a little darker than it
should have been if it was really mine, was thankfully not as dark as in
might have turned out.

   My wife genuinely didn't seem to even notice that its complexion was
darker than either of us (she is very pale, but me less so) and things
calmed.  Tiffany got her job when she gave up work just as she'd hoped, she
also let on that Joey was gutted the baby wasn't his as it wasn't nearly
dark enough.

   So things settled down for a while although once Amanda stopped
breastfeeding she seemed to once again find most things sexually
stimulating.  I was very worried and with good cause because she was
quickly almost insatiable and it was therefore no surprise to me when
shortly after our daughter's first birthday she began to whisper about
encounters with other people.

   Now my wife genuinely loved me so these always involved women as well as
men but it was clear she was desperate to have a greater amount of sex than
I could give her so rather than risk her going off with someone else or
even worse falling for Joey I eventually mentioned we consider finding
another couple.  Amanda's enthusiasm was scary, she must have asked me,
with a beaming face, a dozen times if I really wanted to.  We had sex, and
when I gave her an `ok if you do' she said yes a million times!

   So we decided to try making contact with couples via the internet and
this proved to be quite fruitful.  After a few nervous, false starts we
ended up swapping with a nice older couple and that was the start.  Of
course this was for Amanda and since she needed a lot more than me it was
soon clear what she really wanted was another man in our bed rather than us
swapping and the limited time she got.

   Now I could describe all the encounters after this firstly with men who
were poor lovers or those who were good but overly aggressive and then
there was the day she went with her first black man (so she thought) and
after that most of the men were black.

   Two years after our first swinging session Amanda has had a regular
black lover for fifteen months.  He is a student who visits frequently two
or three times a week who my wife loves between her legs although we have
to keep this a secret from out three year old.  Amanda has been quite frank
with the guy admitting that she likes him in bed but not around the house
which actually suits him fine.

   So I'm coping with her needs (I still get a lot of sex and she really,
really loves me) but I find it hard to look at the child and not believe it
has a different father to me.  We want another baby (I'm certain it will be
my first) and Amanda has said she will stop seeing her lover when he
graduates in around three months.  I really hope so because he has
mentioned `helping' if we need him and the look in Amanda's eyes tells me
the thought of this really turns her on.