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   Wifes New Years [MMF, cuckold, voy, oral, anal]

   by WifeWriter2003@aol.com



   Well this holiday season has changed my once idyllic marriage, and it
appears that our reaction to the events may have permanently altered the
sexual behaviors of that relationship.  Over the past month I have read
everything I could find on voyeurism and cuckolds in an attempt to
understand the reaction of both my wife and myself to the events that
occurred.  During that time I decided that telling the story of the events
leading up to, as well as the outcome of that evening might help me put it
all in proper perspective.

   This story started a week and a half before Christmas at my company
Christmas party, as always my thirty eight year old wife looked absolutely
stunning.  Renee is a curvaceous, but petite redhead who remains in great
shape.  Some of this is due to her executive role in a company that has a
major interest in a local health club chain, which affords her the
opportunity for daily workouts at her corporate office.  Renee is five foot
tall and has a spectacular 34-22-33 figure that never fails to turn heads
when we are out together.

   Daily workouts are also part of my daily regime, in an effort to stay
competitive with the wealth of young Ivy League Graduates that are
regularly hired by the Wall Street firm that I work for.  I am 42 years old
and have been monogamously married to Renee for 12 years.  Over the last
few years we had worked hard to establish our roots in Manhattan, buying a
huge loft and making the appropriate business contacts to place a solid
foundation for our financial future.  Large parties in our spacious home
were commonplace, and the financial freedom to entertain in such a fashion
was part pleasure that Renee and I derived from our workaholic natures.

   Colleagues have always been envious of my relationship with Renee; she
is one of those women that presents herself as an intelligent professional,
yet it is obvious that an incredible sexuality lies dormant just beneath
her poised and charming persona.  I am not sure if it is her long curly red
hair or the riveting green eyes that gives advertises her sensuous nature,
for me it is that my wife dresses to please me in spike heels, stockings
and corsets on a regular basis.

   Sitting down with my wife at the corporate Christmas Party, I glanced at
her with pride, briefly recalling the image of her getting dressed for the
evening.  Under her satin and lace evening gown, Renee had chosen a purple
and black corset that cinched tight her already small waist and accentuated
her wonderful breasts, the additional of opera length stockings and four
inch, ankle strap spiked heels had completed the ensemble.  I realized how
lucky I was to have this lovely woman as my wife.  Unlike many of the
stories that I have read of others experiences with cuckoldry, Renee and I
have enjoyed an active and satisfying sex life.

   We had been seated with the new female Vice President that had just
joined our firm, and I had been asked to make sure that Tina enjoyed
herself, as she was single and attending alone.  As the night wore on Renee
started to become a bit uncomfortable with the attention that I was paying
to our new acquaintance, Tina was vivacious and intriguing, yet I tried to
assure Renee that my interests were purely professional.  My very astute
wife was quick to point out that Tina's interests were obviously less than
professional, and in a very serious tone asked me if we could leave soon.
To this day I am not sure what my motivations were, whether I was flattered
by the attentions of an attractive woman or it was my competitive
professional nature, but I told Renee that she should either set aside her
jealousy or go home.

   In the initial moments after the smile had slipped from my wife's face I
considered recanting those words, but before I could she asked me to escort
her to the door.  As we made our way to the front of the hotel, where Renee
could get a cab home, I explained that the party would be ending shortly
and I would be close behind.  Yet my words were of no consolation to my
wife, and as I kissed her goodbye I could sense her hurt.  The cab pulled
away from the curb and I made my way back up to the party, once I arrived I
immediately went to Tina, who was standing with the owner of my firm, I
explained that I felt it was best if I made my way home.

   Tina said that she was also ready to leave and we both made our way to
street level, as we walked to curbside Tina apologized to me for upsetting
Renee, saying that even though she found me attractive that her flirtatious
manner had been unfair to my wife.  As we reached the cabstand I reached
out to politely take her arm in hopes to allay her uneasiness over the
events, she misunderstood my actions and leaned into me with a long
passionate kiss.  My heart was pounding, obviously flattered and aroused by
this show of passion I allowed her to melt into my form, and my arms
naturally slipped around her.  As I took hold of my emotions and gently
pushed Tina away, I heard an odd gasp escape her lips and then my eyes
turned with hers at the cab that must have pulled up moments ago, and
looked directly into the tear stained eyes of my wife.

   Throughout the holidays Renee and I struggled with the emotions from
what had transpired on that night, I found that she would pull away both
emotionally and physically whenever I tried to reach out to her.  Christmas
eve we made love in front of the tree, something that was part of our
holiday tradition, but unlike the previous twelve years Renee was
mechanical and unattached.  As we were done my lovely wife curled up next
to the tree in her red stockings, garters and half bra, quietly covered
herself with her white satin wrap, and cried herself to sleep.

   The next morning as we opened gifts Renee thanked me for my obvious
attempt to apologize in my card and choice of presents, yet she said that
she could not escape the image of Tina and I locked in a romantic embrace.
My wife handed me an envelope that bore my neatly scribed name, and said
that she hoped that I would consider what she had to offer as a resolution
to our current conflict.  She sat there quietly, but it was obvious that
she was nervous as I read the letter in silence.  Her offer was quite
simple really, although as was her way, written with eloquence.  Renee
proposed a taste of revenge and finished with mentioning that I was the one
that had opened "Pandora's Box." The alternative to her plan was just as
straight forward, we would separate to see if that might allow her to
reconcile the painful memory.

   As I considered the options, I realized how much I loved and needed this
woman, and it seemed that a bit of flirtation with a few of her selected
friends from work would ultimately be quite harmless, and I quickly agreed.
It took a while before the silence was broken again, when Renee softly told
me that she would start making the plans the following day, and then the
two of us engaged in a wonderful afternoon of sex to complete our Christmas
Day.

   Over the next two days I watched my wife nervously make the plans for
"her" New Years Eve party, she initially appeared almost timid, yet as the
days passed I noticed that she had become almost giddy.  Renee suggested
that I invite some of my associates from work, she even suggested inviting
Tina.  I did invite a few of my long-term friends, but had decided that
inviting Tina was not in our best interest.  More than anything I just
wanted to get this evening over with so that Renee and I could get on with
our lives.  Renee dropped by my office early in the afternoon of New Years
Eve, after having her hair and nails done, her upbeat mood left me with the
hope that the two of us would ring in the New Years with some rekindled
passion.

   When I arrived home that evening, the caterers were already preparing
our home for the evenings festivities, and as in the past, Renee was
directing the operation in her usual efficient manner.  As I attempted to
give my alluring wife a kiss she pulled back with a sly smile, gave a
playful slap to my cheek and chastised me for interfering with her task at
hand.  Then with a flirtatious smile at the young bartender, continued to
direct him in setting up.  An interesting mixture of jealousy and arousal
ran through me as I took notice of this frightening change in my wife's
behavior, I had never seen her act in such a bold manner with another man
before tonight.

   I went downstairs to my home office in an attempt to finish up some
research for work, but found myself nervously contemplating the evening
soon to come.  My home office has an open circular staircase that leads
directly into the master bedroom, and I listened as my wife showered and
started to get dressed for the evening.  The arousal that I had felt
watching my wife flirt with the young bartender haunted me, unable to clear
it from my mind and completed distracted, I finally decided to put aside
work and made my way up the staircase.

   As I came up into the bedroom my attention was immediately drawn to my
wife applying her makeup at her vanity, she was wearing a black and red
corset that I had made at a corset shop in the Village, I had told her to
save it for our Valentines Dinner planned for our favorite Italian
restaurant.  It had been designed to drastically reduce her waist size,
while the deep plunging front supports her generous breasts from the sides
and below while leaving maximum exposure of her cleavage.  I noticed how
perfectly the black opera length, seemed hose and wide garters she was
wearing perfectly framed her completely shaved mons, and I felt the tell
tale signs of a hard on as I stared at her in the vanity mirror.

   Finally I stepped out of the dark alcove of the stair where although
hidden, I could see the entire bedroom.  When Renee saw me she immediately
said "Honey, I know that you had this made special, but I thought that you
wouldn't mind knowing how important tonight is to me." I did not know how
to respond, the jealousy was welling up inside me, and I swore that I saw a
slight smirk upon her lips that she had just finished turning a bright
shade of red, yet my tight response was a restrained "that's fine."

   I walked over to her, my erection strained against my now tight briefs
underwear as I moved, reaching out to her I started to run one finger up
from below her sternum at the corset opening toward her exposed breasts. 
Gently Renee took my hand, and she pulled it away from her body her head
signaled toward the bed.  I glanced over and saw the letter she had written
me laid open next to the dress she had laid out for the evening.  "Rick,
you know that this isn't for you tonight, tonight is my night unless....",
her words dropped off and then she went silent as I moved away from her and
toward the bed.  I glanced in the mirror that was mounted just above our
headboard, and noticed that she was intently watching me.

   Silently, I picked up the silk dress that was carefully laid out at the
foot of our bed; it was a very small, almost translucent black dress.  By
the way it was cut in the front I could tell before she even put it on that
her cleavage would be on display for all to see, as well as a generous
amount of her left leg from the slit that ran up the side.  My erection
seemed to throb at the very thought of my wife being seen in such an
outfit, and my stomach turned with jealousy.  Carefully I laid the dress
back out on the foot of the bed, and then picked up the letter.  "Rick, I
understand if you want to stop this, but honey I cannot get the images of
you and Tina out of my mind.", as my wife spoke her voice became a touch
louder and more intense, "Every time you touch me I see you with her Rick!"

   "Renee, this is dangerous you know?" I asked her as I turned to her. 
Silently she nodded in reply, and I then said, "I will do my best to go
ahead with this because I love you, but it will not be easy to watch you
play these games with the people that you work with every day!" I
immediately knew that I had chosen the wrong words, and I watched the
resolve strengthen in her eyes as she said, "Yes Rick, I am very aware of
those feelings." Defeated, yet some how still aroused, I went to the
shower.

   When I came back into the bedroom, Renee had just finished getting
ready, and she exuded a sexual heat that I had never noticed in her before.
"Nancy and Vinny from your firm are here already Rick." Renee called out.
"Shit, why did I invite people from the firm tonight" I thought to myself,
but trying to keep my composure I asked Renee if they had been shown in. 
With a giggle she told that she had and that Vinnie had loved her dress,
"his kiss lingered a bit longer than usual honey, do you think that meant
anything?" She asked with an almost mocking innocence.  My stomach was
tight with jealous pangs, yet I maintained my composure the best I could.

   "I am going to go out and entertain our guests while you finish getting
ready hon." Renee said as she confidently walked toward the bedroom door. I
looked at her well formed legs that were accentuated by what must be new
five-inch black and red spike heels, and the slightest glimpse of lace
stocking top fueled this frightening arousal that I was experiencing. 
Slowly I finished getting into my Tuxedo, and by the time I made my way
from the bedroom there had to be at least twenty people in our spacious
loft.

   One of the young men from the catering staff offered me a glass of
champagne; I took it as I glanced about the room in hopes of locating my
wife.  On my second glance through the room I located my wife, and became
immediately aware of why I did not see her the first time, she sat on the
end of our sofa surrounded by four or five gentlemen attending the party,
including Vinnie from my office.  I noticed her obviously calculated pose,
Renee was leaning slightly forward causing the low cut silk dress to fall
away from her breasts, one leg was resting horizontal on the sofa arm and
the slit on her skirt exposed the slightest amount of lace from her
stocking tops.  This pose left little to the imagination of her audience, I
watched as Vinnie casually rested his hand on her almost naked upper thigh.
Renee glanced over at me; a smile crossed her lips as she said "There is
Rick now," and then waved me over to where she was sitting.

   Renee made absolutely no attempt to cover herself as I made my way over
towards her, but Vinnie had quickly removed his hand from her exposed
thigh. Renee introduced me to four of the young and well conditioned men
from her office; Vinnie carefully watched my reaction to the formalities. I
had decided that it was essential that I maintain my composure, and was
very careful to control the tone of my voice and body language, yet I was
afraid that I would not be able to hide my raging hard-on.

   By ten o'clock our loft was packed and the drinks were flowing freely.
Renee was quite tipsy and she became bolder at the teasing hands of many of
the single men who discretely would touch my scantily clad wife whenever
opportunity presented.  Just before midnight I realized that I had not seen
Renee in quite some time, I excused myself from the conversation that I was
engaged in with people from my firm and attempted a stealth search for my
missing wife.  Then I noticed one of Renee's girlfriends start to step out
onto the porch, she stopped for a brief moment and then slipped back into
the living room closing the door behind her.  Watching as she positioned
herself almost as if to guard the door, it was quickly apparent where I
might find my wife.

   Thinking quickly I made my way to our half bath that had a small window
overlooking the porch, but it was occupied.  I impatiently waited for the
door to open; a very strange dilemma consumed me, the erection that was
forming over the thoughts of what my vengeful wife might be doing and the
jealous anger that gnawed at my stomach.  Finally the door opened and
Vinnie came out, gave me a surprised look and then quickly slid past me in
the tight hallway.

   I slipped into the bathroom, locked the door and hastily turned out the
light.  Carefully and quietly I made my way to the window that was already
slightly ajar, as I glanced onto the porch I saw my wife leaning against
the railing.  Two of the men she had introduced me to at the start of the
party stood on either side of her, the three of them were talking very
quietly.  I moved forward in an effort to hear them when I noticed that Tom
was tracing the flesh of her exposed breast along the line of the corset,
the silk material of her dress carefully pushed aside.

   "Tom, I am angry with Rick, but we really shouldn't be doing this."
Renee said with a slight gasp.  "I asked the two of you to help me give him
a taste of his own flirtatious behavior" Renee's words were cut short with
a soft groan as I watched Steve start to run a finger along the slit of her
dress up the length of her exposed thigh.  Tom was in his early thirties,
at least six foot three inches tall, and even in a tuxedo his
well-conditioned physique was obvious.  Steve looked slightly older and
slightly shorter, I had met him once before at Chelsea Piers rollerblading,
and remember being a bit intimidated by his massive and muscular build.

   As much as I tried to pull myself away from the painful vision just a
few feet away, I was frozen at the window.  "Well Renee, you know that Tom
and I have always been intrigued by the charms you have displayed so well
tonight." Steve said as his hand slowly slipped up under her short dress. I
silently watched as his fingers gently played with the lace band on her
stocking tops and listened to Renee's quickened breathing.  Soon it was
obvious that his fingers had made their way up to the naked flesh just
above the stockings.  Renee's head fell back as I watched Tom start to
caress her breast more firmly; Steve had lifted her skirt to where I could
see that Renee had not worn panties this evening, and I felt certain that
it was not out of concern for panty lines.

   "Guys, we need to go in soon, it is almost midnight and they will notice
that the three of us are gone." Renee said, her words closed off with a
gasp as Steve's fingers found her clit.  I wanted to scream, the anger and
jealousy welling up inside me wanted to stop this, but my hand pressing
against my raging hard on guaranteed my perplexing silence.  Renee opened
her legs slightly in an effort to grant Steve easier access, and her hand
drifted to Tom's loins.  Renee's eyes focused on Tom and she let out a
guttural moan as she caressed his cock.  Was her reaction motivated by the
size of Tom's cock or Steve's probing fingers that were now penetrating her
wet cunt, I wondered?

   "God what a typical fucking male I am" I thought to myself, but then
Renee's words confirmed my most painful suspicions, "God Tom you feel
huge." Then I watched as Steve quickened the movement of his arm, another
deep groan escaped my wife's lips and the wet sounds that emanated from the
porch made it obvious that he was vigorously fucking my wife's cunt with
his fingers.  Renee's other hand drifted to Steve's loins, "My god both of
you are huge." Renee blurted out.  The men just smiled at each other as
they continued to use my wife's body.  As Renee stroked their engorged
cocks through their trousers she said, "We have to stop this, I love Rick,
I just wanted him to know how it feels."

   "Renee, you can't leave us frustrated like this!" Tom said and Steve
quickly added "Did you think that we wouldn't want to fuck you after all of
this?" Just then a knock came at the bathroom door that caused me to jump
and knock a glass off the sink, the sounds shook my wife out of her lustful
state.  Renee quickly pulled away telling Tom and Steve that they had to
get back to the party before they were noticed.  I waited until Tom and
Renee had made their way back in the door to the loft in an effort to not
draw their attention and in futile hope that my erection would subside.

   "There you are!" Renee said as I made my way back down the hall, pulling
me down for a small peck on the lips.  "I have been looking all over for
you" she said, "It is almost midnight and the servers need to get the
champagne ready!" I didn't know if I could actually smell her wet cunt or
if it was just my imagination, but I was unable to talk with her calmly. 
Instead I told her that I would take care of the champagne and abruptly
walked away.  I could tell immediately that my terse response had upset
her, yet it was becoming difficult to control my anger.

   Champagne was being quickly distributed to all the guests and the wait
staff strategically positioned themselves around the room with unopened
bottles to "pop" at midnight.  I watched as Renee made her way around the
room and it was becoming obvious that this New Years her kiss would belong
to someone else tonight.  Steve and Tom discretely positioned Renee between
the two of them with a careful maneuver, and as the count down began Renee
stared directly into my eyes from across the room.  When the clock struck
midnight Renee was lifted up into Tom's arms for a deep passionate kiss, at
first she almost appeared to resist, and then I watched as her body relaxed
in his arms.

   Both jealousy and arousal were welling up inside of me, and I watched
Tom hand Renee to Steve, her feet never touching the ground.  Just then one
of the single girls from Renee's office took notice of my obvious
discomfort and came over to offer me a gentle kiss and a hug.  Yet even as
I kissed her my eyes never lost focus on Renee as I noticed her short dress
ride up in the back, giving anyone looking a full view of her luscious
naked ass.

   As hard as my cock was I felt that I could take no more of this, just
then I noticed my friends from the office talking with Vinnie.  It was
obvious that they had grown uncomfortable and were about to leave.  I made
my way across the crowded room to see them out.  Renee was finally set down
on her heels and she immediately made her way across the room to me, she
threw herself in my arms giving me a deep passionate kiss.  "Well I need to
see out my friends," I said with an angry tone as I pushed her away, Renee
turned and noticed Vinnie handing out the coats to my friends.  Polite
apologies were made by all of them, offering another party that they must
make an appearance at as a reason for their early departure, yet the look
on Vinnies face told the story.

   Renee had somehow slipped back into the gracious hostess mode as she saw
them all out, and as the door was closed I told her that I thought that it
was time to end the party.  "Rick, my interest is purely professional," she
said with a calculated but now cautious tone.  By then my anger peaked and
as I removed my own coat from the closet I coolly told Renee that I was
going to go to a hotel and would call her in the morning.  For a brief
moment we stood staring into each other's eyes, I believe we both wanted to
find a way out of our predicament, and then I picked up an unopened bottle
of champagne and went downstairs to my office to pick up my briefcase
before leaving.

   Once in my office I realized the unlikely possibility of finding a hotel
room in Manhattan on New Years Eve, and found myself sitting there trying
to reconcile the myriad of emotions.  What confused me the most was the
arousal I had felt at watching my wife act in such a sexual manner with
other men.  I completely lost track of time as I sipped directly from the
bottle of champagne trying to figure out what I would do next.  I could
hear the guests starting to leave and the clinking sounds of the catering
staff starting the clean up.  I decided that I would wait until all the
guests had left and then talk this through with the woman that I loved.

   Just then I heard the Master Bedroom door open just above me, then I
heard Renee's voice on the phone; "Art, this is Renee, have you seen Rick?"
She was asking the building doorman about me, "Ok, no he left just after
midnight, Alright Art, will you call me immediately if he returns please."
"No nothing serious Art, we just argued tonight and I wanted to make it up
to him when he comes home...Thanks your always a sweetie Art, Happy New
Years!" she finished.  I rose to make my way up to the bedroom; my heart
fluttered at the thought of her "making it up to me." I had risen four
steps when I heard a male voice echo from the bedroom that stopped me in my
tracks.

   "So Rick won't be home until morning?" I could tell that it was Steve's
deep bellow.  As my heart fell I immediate felt the blood rush to my cock,
the jealousy that ran through my veins was betrayed by my immediate sexual
arousal.  "Guys, you should go now my." My wife responded with a slight
slurring of her words.  Her almost uneasy tone made me want to rush up the
stairs and send her co-workers on their way, yet I found myself frozen on
the fourth step from the bottom of the stairs, straining to hear what was
occurring just above me.  I realized that some part of me actually desired
to watch my wife used by these men again.

   There was almost complete silence from the room at first, but obviously
they were not heeding my wife's request for them to leave.  The only sounds
were of the caterers cleaning the loft, and I pushed forward another two
steps in a stealth fashion that confused and excited me.  Then a soft
feminine gasp carried through the room, I could not mistake the familiar
sounds of my wife when she is sexually energized.  Something told me that
the two young stud were caressing my wife's body, pushing her resolve to
resist to its very limits.  I knew that I should rush into the room and
stop this obscene performance that was being consummated just above me,
rather I moved quietly slightly higher in an effort to hear, perchance even
to see my wife used by these men.

   Another groan slipped from my wife's lips and then in almost a whisper I
heard her say, "Please stop, please this wasn't what I wanted." "Unnghhhh"
my wife cried out as the liquid sucking sound of her dripping cunt filled
the room, her breathing quickened and I heard Tom say "you sure Renee?" The
squishing sounds of her cunt being filled reverberated in the room, yet my
wife did not respond except with a slow constant moan of pleasure.  "Are
you sure you teasing cunt!" Steve prodded her, and the sounds became more
rapid along with more pronounced gasps from my wife.  I found that I did
not want to stop it, but it was frustrating not to be able to see my wife
being used, the emotions confused me yet I found that I was rubbing my cock
through my pants for a second time this evening.

   A slight popping sound could be heard, and the abrupt end to the sounds
of my wife's cunt being probed was joined with a disappointing moan that
loudly filled the room.  Steve's intimidating voice filled the room, "Do
you want us to leave Cunt?" he asked.  "But my husband...." Renee started
to respond when she was cut off by Tom, "You wanted your revenge and we are
offering you the whole damn menu, tell us what you want or we are leaving
now" With a timid voice Renee said, "please continue." Steve's laughter
filled the room now, "I said tell us what you want us to do to you Cunt!"
then for a brief while there was silence.  "God, please don't do this to
me, I have never even cheated on him" Renee said.  "Lets get the fuck out
of here Tom" Steve bellowed, "I always knew that she was just a teasing
cunt, no wonder her husband left tonight"

   I heard movement in the room and I figured that the men were preparing
to leave, I felt both relief and disappointment at this outcome, and slid
quietly up just another two steps to peek over the edge of the stairs to
watch them leave.  Then I heard my wife timidly beg them to stay, they
turned and looked at her and I watched as Steve repeated his earlier
request as he unbutton the top two buttons of his dress shirt, "Then tell
us what you want us to do to you Cunt." Renee was looking at the floor as
she whispered, and Steve demanded once again before I heard Renee respond,
"I want you to use me, please fuck me, I want to be used like the slut that
I was tonight." My heart dropped, and I knew that either I moved to stop
this now, or our lives would be changed forever, yet I continued to rub my
cock through my pants as I watched as the two of them closed in on my
panting wife.

   Quickly her dress fell away at their hands, and Tom immediately moved to
plunge his fingers in my wife's cunt, Renee's head fell back as she was
deeply penetrated and a loud groan escaped her lips.  I was sure that the
catering staff could at least partially hear the activity-taking place in
our bedroom.  I glanced at Steve, who with one hand was holding my petite
wife, using the other he dropped his pants to reveal the cock that had so
impressed my wife on the porch, and immediately I understood why.  Like the
rest of Steve's enormous body, his cock was wide, with a huge bulbous head,
although not really exceptionally long.  His cock reminded me of a fat
baseball bat handle, with the large fat knob at the end.  I could feel the
knowing in my stomach as I looked at the instrument that was going to
impale my wife if I continued to hide here in the dark, yet something dark
desire held me in place.

   Renee had spread her legs wide to give Tom's fingers complete access to
her dripping cunt, and from my vantage point it appeared that he was
roughly pounding three fingers deep into her.  "Hold her" Tom said as he
stepped back to undress.  Steve wrapped his arms around her and his fingers
quickly replaced Toms, Renee's groans were almost continuous, and I watched
as she reached back and took Steve's cock in her small hand.  Slowly she
stroked his cock, occasionally rubbing it between her ass cheeks.  Then
suddenly Steve pushed Renee forward, bending her over at the waist and
ordered her to grab her ankles.

   My wife was complete lost in a state of lust, and she quickly did as she
was told.  Steve unceremoniously placed his broad cock at the entrance of
her cunt.  "Beg for it Bitch." he said, but Renee in her corset, hose and
heels just silently held her position.  I watched as Steve raised his hand
and delivered a searing open handed slap to her ass.  Renee actually cried
out in pleasure at this rough treatment, but she remained silent, again and
again Steve's spanks landed on my wife's well round ass until finally she
broke and begged him to fuck her.

   I glanced over at Tom who was stroking at least eleven inches of thick
cock in front of my wife's closed mouth.  As Steve started to slowly push
his "coke can" cock into my petite wife's cunt, her mouth opened emitting a
guttural groan that was quickly muffled as Tom pushed his cock head between
her open lips.  I watched as my wife was now buffeted between the two poles
that filled her, the familiar moans of a pending orgasm started to escape
from around Tom's turgid flesh.  As Steve tried to get all of his thick
cock into her cunt, his thrusts were met with painful gasps from my wife's
smeared red lips I sat stoking my own cock through my pants, trying
desperately to understand why this obscene use of my wife was so arousing
to me.

   She really likes it rough Tom spat to his friend who was now pounding
his monster cock into my wife's cruelly splayed cunt, Renee would
occasionally choke as Tom had almost all of his long cock lodged deep in
her throat.  Then came the unmistakable moans of immense pleasure, and the
three of us watched as my wife quivered with her first intense orgasm.  Tom
and Steve took this moment to quickly switch positions, carefully
supporting her sweat covered and quivering body as they moved.  Tom slowly
started to work his long cock into my wife's cunt and I heard her cry out,
"Gawd" as he pushed the final three inches against, or maybe even into her
cervix.  At the same time Steve worked his cock against her lips, as Renee
struggle to get the huge head into her willing mouth.

   My wife was being abused with two huge cocks, and her loving husband sat
just a few feet away watching her debauchery, worse of all I had taken out
my own seven inches and was stroking it for all that I was worth.  Soon my
grunting wife cried out in a second orgasm almost collapsing on the floor
between them.  Steve picked up my wife and carried her to the bed out of my
sight, then the light was turned on that sat next to the bed, which filled
the room and the top of the staircase with light.  Quickly I slipped down
one or two steps so that I would not be discovered.

   Afraid to move, I sat on the steps for the next two hours and listened
as these two men used my wife, eventually my hand was dripping with my own
cum.  Renee was now begging loudly to be used by them, and I listened to
the depraved play by play as they took their turns with her.  I was afraid
to move up top of the stair with the light now filling the room, so my mind
struggled to recreate the scene of what was happening to my wife on our
marital bed.  The smell of sex, the vicious slapping of flesh against
flesh, the cries of orgasm tortured me and thrilled me, my second orgasm
came as I heard them arrange to double penetrate my wife's asshole and cunt
at the same time.  First she pleaded with them to stop, but then as Tom
pressed his long cock deep into her asshole my wife gave over to the
pleasure that was washing over her.

   Finally I was reprieved as sunlight started to slip through the windows,
I heard the rustling of clothing as her two spent studs prepared to leave;
quietly I slipped down the stairs and back into my office until I heard the
front door close.  The pain of my wife's infidelity was stifling, yet the
arousal that I had felt, and my participation in her debauchery could not
be denied.  Slowly I made my way up the steps to our bedroom, not sure what
I was going to say or do.

   I looked down at my used wife, she was covered with cum, hand marks
graced her ass, thighs and breasts from where Steve had slapped her, bite
marks covered her neck and chest, one torn stocking remained in place at
her upper thigh, the other was wrapped around her left foot, it's length
dangling from the bed to the floor.  Her head rested on the crumpled corset
that I had bought her for our special valentines dinner, and my cock
throbbed to life once again.  As I rolled her onto her back, she looked up
through half closed eyes, then awoke with a start.  At first she tried to
pull away, absolutely shocked to have me see her in this state, yet as my
hard cock pushed into her warm cum filled cunt she wrapped her legs and
arms around me and we fucked with abandon until I collapsed in exhaustion
beside her.  Drifting off next to her, the troubling thought of how
beautiful I found her at this moment carried me into my dreams.

   This all happened just a little over a month ago, Renee and I have
struggled to understand what happened and why we both found it so
incredibly arousing.  After weeks of discussion, and passionate sex fueled
by the memories of that night we came to a painful, yet oddly arousing
decision.  Tonight, Tom and Steve are coming over for a private party that
my wife and I have arranged, already I feel the gnawing in my stomach and
the throbbing in my cock, neither of us are sure where this all leads, but
there is a sexual need that now demands to be sated for both of us.