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 Jerry blamed it all on the internet.  Although, he might claim "blamed" is
not the correct term.  When he thought about it, "credited" might be a
better term.

   Jerry believed the incredible changes in his wife, Linda, occurred
because of her involvement with internet and, more specifically, chat
rooms. She had been somewhat reserved, refined, and even a little up-tight
until she became involved in the chat rooms.  That experience had exploded
on Jerry and Linda making her a much more interesting woman in his eyes.

   Linda had "caught" Jerry surfing the net late one night.

   "What are you doing?" she asked, sliding up to sit next to him at the
computer.

   "Surfing," he answered, figuring she would be thoroughly pissed when she
saw the images on the computer screen.

   "That looks interesting." Jerry was stunned.

   "Are you really interested in that?" Jerry waved his hand toward the
short story he was reading.

   "I'm interested in whatever you're doing," she cooed.  "Let me read it."

   Jerry shrugged.  For the next few minutes, all she said was, "Scroll
down," several times.

   When she finished Linda sat silent for a few seconds.

   "Is that what you read?" she asked Jerry.

   "Sometimes.  Among others."

   "There are more?"

   "Sure," he said, easily.

   "Show me."

   Jerry flicked through his bookmarks and pulled up another story.

   "Try this one." He moved aside so Linda had full access to the computer
controls.

   Linda read carefully through the document.  Every so often, Jerry would
hear the click of the mouse button as she worked her way through the story.
She sat back when she was finished.

   "Whew!" she whispered.

   "Like it?" he asked her.

   "Pretty hot," she admitted.  "What else?"

   "Well, it depends on what you want," he explained.  "There's stuff out
there to suit just about every taste."

   "And you read it all?"

   "Hardly.  No, I'm actually pretty selective.  I pick out situations that
sound interesting and check those out."

   "Show me," she directed.

   Jerry spent the next two hours shepherding his wife through various
sites and genre.

   "This is starting to overload me," Linda finally said.  "Take me back to
the first thing, you know?"

   "I don't remember," Jerry said.  "Which one was it?"

   "That one about the woman who fucked her co-worker and got blackmailed
into doing his friends," she said.

   Jerry nodded and began typing in the URL.  "Somebody coming on to you?"
he tried to sound innocent.

   "All the time," she snapped.  "No, not really.  I just thought it was
interesting."

   Linda read through the piece again, more slowly this time.

   "I don't know what it is about it that turns me on, but, there's just
something..." her voice trailed off.  "I think we'd better go to bed."

   That was the beginning, as far a Jerry could tell.  Linda was like a
maniac in bed that night.  Later on, she woke him up for another round at
about two in the morning.  When the alarm went off at seven, Linda jumped
him again.  They hadn't had that much sex in a single night since their
honeymoon.  Jerry left for work completely sated and with a smug smile on
his face.

   That night, Linda demanded Jerry show her some more sites and more
stories.  He surfed around and even introduced her to the chat room where
he was an occasional visitor.  Before they signed off for the night Linda
had him create a username just for her.

   When Jerry thought back over the course of the past two years, it was
that night that marked the change in his Linda.  It was a change that
caused him some apprehension at first, but worked out to make his wife
significantly more interesting to live with.  Within weeks of that night
Jerry began to see the first of several changes.

   He made it a point not to monitor her activities on the net.  He was
relieved that she allowed him a certain degree of freedom in his own
surfing activities and decided to respect her privacy in the same manner.
While Linda would often confide in him regarding what she had found on the
net, he made it a point to never check up on her.  He decided that he would
trust her until he had some signal that his confidence was misplaced.

   Linda decided early on that she would always be open with Jerry about
her internet escapades.  She loved her husband and had decided to see what
his interest in the net was in order to share that interest with him.  As
much as Jerry was surprised by her growing interest in things
net-connected, Linda found herself amazed at the revelations regarding her
inclinations.

   Within six weeks of her first excursions on the net, Linda began to
purchase and wear clothing that Jerry came to acknowledge was more
revealing that previously, and was, he had to grant, at times very
provocative.  He voiced his approval.

   "You're looking terrific these days," he told her as they prepared for
an increasingly regular Saturday night of clubbing.

   "Unlike the stuffy old frump I used to be?" she teased him.

   "I never thought you were that," he protested, appreciatively eying the
tank-top and short black skirt she wore.  "You just seem to be increasingly
hot in the last few weeks."

   "You know I just want to look good for you, don't you?" she asked,
smoothing the back of the skirt.

   "Sweetheart, you look good to everybody," he affirmed.

   Linda virtually glowed.  "Maybe I'll let you take some pictures we can
post to the net," she suggested.

   "Is that what you want to do?" Jerry asked her.

   Linda shrugged.  "It might be fun," she said.  "We'll talk about it
later."

   Linda's activity on the net had another beneficial result for Jerry. 
Their sex life, which had been limited to a modest twice a week contact
with fairly mundane behaviors, had increased to four or five nights a week,
and the activities had become decidedly more ambitious.  Jerry noticed
Linda was fascinated with oral sex, both giving and receiving.  She also
apparently determined she had two favorite positions, doggy style and
straddling him while she rode him to their mutual orgasm.  She had also
become appreciably more vocal, especially when he lined up behind her.

   "Oh, baby!" she cried as he pumped away inside her.  "You're fucking me.
I'm so bad.  Yes, baby.  Fuck me!  Fuck your bad wife.  I love the feel of
your cock up inside me.  It feels so bad, but it feels so good.  Keep
fucking me, baby.  Fuck your bad wife hard.  Punish her for being bad. 
Fuck me, baby!"

   When he had shot his load inside her, his grunts of release mingling
with her screams of orgasm, they collapsed in the bed.

   Jerry waited until he could breathe evenly before he told his wife, "I
really like the way you talk to me when we're fucking."

   Linda smiled shyly.  "It's easier when I can't see you," she admitted.
"If I can see your face, I get embarrassed."

   "I don't see why it should matter.  It's me, after all."

   Linda waited a few seconds.  "But, when I can't see you, it's like it's
somebody else, sometimes.  That's very hot for me."

   It was Jerry's turn to pause.  He lay on his back looking at the
ceiling. Finally he asked her, "Do you want to fuck somebody else?"

   Linda was quick to answer.  "No, baby.  It's not that.  It just feels
naughty, and very hot."

   "I'm not sure I understand," Jerry said.

   "It's like a fantasy, Jerry.  You know, lots of people have different
fantasies.  Some people fantasize about getting laid outside, in a place
where they could get caught.  Others have fantasies about being watched
while they fuck.  A lot of guys fantasize about having two women at once. I
know you've read some of those."

   Jerry nodded.  "I've read them.  But, I wouldn't say it was one of my
fantasies."

   "Some guys want to watch their wives being fucked, "she said.  "Is that
one of yours?"

   "Do you want it to be?"

   "I hate it when you do that, you know." Her voice was firmer.

   "Do what?"

   "Answer a question with a question.  It makes you seem dishonest, or at
least like you're hiding something."

   Jerry was non-committal.  "I'm not hiding anything, Linda.  We've just
never talked about this before."

   "Eric says everybody has fantasies.  I just want to know what yours is."

   "Who's Eric?"

   "Just one of the guys I talk to in the chat room," she said.  "He says
everybody has at least one fantasy."

   "You're talking to guys on the computer?" Jerry sounded a little
surprised.

   "Yeah," Linda said, as if it was to be expected.  "We don't do anything.
We just talk."

   "About sex?"

   "Mostly.  Not cyber or anything.  That's a waste of time.  But, we talk
about feelings and fantasies and stuff.

   "So, come on, Jerry," Linda pressed him.  "Tell me what your fantasy
is."

   "Not a good idea," Jerry said.  "It would probably piss you off."

   "If I promise not to get pissed off, will you tell me?"

   "Maybe," Jerry said, slowly.  "One day."

   "What if I told you mine?" Linda countered.  "Would you tell me then?"

   "You have a fantasy?"

   "Sure.  Everybody does.  So, is it a deal?"

   Jerry was twisted up inside.  He desperately wanted to know what his
wife's sexual fantasy was.  On the other hand, he was unsure how she would
react when she heard his.

   "You know that I love you, don't you?" he asked.

   "Of course, silly.  I love you, too."

   "I just don't want you to be mad at me.  I love you and I'd never want
to hurt you."

   "What?  Do you want to tie me up and beat me or something?"

   "No, baby.  Nothing like that."

   "Well, okay.  I'm going to tell you mine, now.  Promise you won't get
mad, okay?"

   "I promise."

   "And, after I tell you, you have to tell me yours."

   Jerry surrendered.  "Okay," he said, simply.

   "Well," Linda began, "you remember that first night when you showed me
the stories?  The one I liked best that night was the one about the woman
who got fucked be her co-worker.  Then he blackmailed her into doing his
buddies.  Well, something about that story made me so hot.  So, I went
looking for other stories like it.  I found out that my turn-on is the
genre called reluctant wives.  Those are wives who get tricked or pressured
into having sex, and then they find out they like it.  Once they realize
how excellent it is, they just can't stop."

   "I know the style," Jerry admitted, his blood starting to pump hot
through his body.

   "So, that's my fantasy.  I want to be tricked into having sex.  Then I
can be bad.  After that, you can punish me by fucking me silly every time I
do it.  I'll be the bad wife who gets all the cock she can handle but
always comes home to the husband she loves.  There."

   "So you do want to get laid by somebody else, somebody outside our
marriage?" Jerry asked her, fighting to keep his voice even.

   "In the fantasy.  Right now you and I can pretend, like we did tonight.
The important part is that I am powerless to resist.  It takes away all the
guilt and I can just fuck for the pure joy of it."

   "Wow!" Jerry whistled.  "What are you, some kind of mind reader?"

   "Why?"

   "Because, the truth is, that's almost the same as one of my fantasies.
In mine, you dress like you've been dressing recently, and some guy tricks
you, or the situation develops when you've got no choice.  Then you come
home to me and tell me that you've been bad.  You expect me to get all
pissed off.  But, because I know you love me and you came home to me, I'm
not pissed off, I'm turned on.  Then we have the most amazing sex."

   "We fuck with wild abandon," Linda almost whispered.

   "Yeah," Jerry agreed.

   "Then we make love, slow, tender, gentle love," she said dreamily,
"because we love each other so much."

   "Like now?" he asked.

   "Yes, Jerry.  Make love to me now.  Show me how you love me."

   Their coupling was, indeed, slow, tender and gentle.  He began by
kissing her tenderly on the temples, then the lips.  He held her breasts as
if they were marvelous, fragile gifts.

   Linda whispered in his ear as he rolled over and slid his hardness into
her, "I love the feeling of you inside me."

   By the time they had achieved their release, Linda had tears overflowing
her eyes.

   "Why are you crying?" Jerry asked her.

   "Because I love you so much," she whimpered, "and because you love me.
Even when I've been bad you still love me.  Because we have so much love
between us."

   "And that's why you're crying?" he said, bewildered.

   "Tears of pure joy, darling," Linda told him.

   How it happened the first time was rather different from their fantasy,
but it did serve to launch Linda on the path to her eventual conversion.

   Jack and Jerry had known each other for about seven years.  He called to
let Jerry know he would be in town for three weeks attending a corporate
training session at the local university.  Rather than have his friend
endure three weeks in the dormitory, Jerry invited him to stay with Linda
and him.

   Jack was single.  He was a good-looking guy in his early thirties.  His
lack of marital bliss was by his own choice.  He thought he was having too
much fun.

   "The right one hasn't come along yet, Jer.  Maybe when she does, I'll
give all this up.  But, so far, things seems to be working out well," he
told his friend.

   Linda and Jack had always gotten along pretty well.  She thought he was
cute and funny.  Whether or not she had seen him in a sexual light didn't
become an issue of discussion until his second week in the home.

   They'd treated Jack to a barbecue in the back yard.  As she usually did
during the summer months, Linda wore little more than a bikini and sandals.
In fact, all were pared down to bare essentials.  Jack and Jerry wore only
shorts.  It gave Jerry a chance to notice the effect Linda's shapely form
was having on his friend.  As they talked, drank and cooked in chairs
alongside the grill, Linda's parading in and out of the kitchen with beers
and other items caused Jack to see her in this new light.

   Much later that night, as Linda and Jerry lay uncovered in the warm
night air, his curiosity about their mutual attraction sparked a mild
inquiry.

   "You really had Jack going tonight, you know?" he told her.

   "Who, me?  Jack's not interested in me," she insisted.

   "I think the tenting of his trunks while he watched you puts the lie to
that idea," he kidded her.  "Don't tell me you didn't notice."

   "Honey, Jack likes younger women.  He's not going to be interested in
some old dame like me."

   Jerry refused to let her off the hook.  "You want to bet?  I'll bet you
he's over there right now whacking himself thinking about you."

   "You're nuts!" Linda protested.

   "I'm telling you, Linda.  It's what I'd be doing if I were Jack."

   "So what if he is?" she asked, almost dreamily.

   "You should go find out," he stated.

   "What?  You mean I should just wander in there as asked him if he's
wanking off?"

   "Honey, all you have to do is go lie down next to him and see what
happens."

   Linda lay still for a moment.  Then she started to rise.  "All right,
Mr. Smartass.  I'll do it."

   "Naked," Jerry commanded.

   Linda stripped off her panties, the only article of clothing she wore.
"This is kind of obvious," she griped.

   "Just go in there and get into bed with him.  I bet you he'll start
something."

   "What's the bet?" Linda asked.

   "If I'm right, you fuck him, then come back and fuck me."

   "And, what if you're wrong?  What if he throws me out on my ass?"

   "You can still come back and fuck me."

   Linda giggled.  "Sounds like you win no matter what."

   "That's the best kind of bet," Jerry chuckled.  "It's a win-win."

   "All right," Linda whispered, taking a deep breath, holding it a second,
then letting it out.  "Here I go."

   Jerry didn't see Linda for what seemed like an hour.  It was only about
twenty minutes.  When she returned to the room she slid into the bed next
to her husband.

   "Miss me?" she whispered, cuddling close to him.

   "Um hmm," Jerry hummed.  "Get laid?"

   "You didn't hear?" she asked, a tone of disbelief in her voice.

   "Nope."

   "Well, I did get laid, thank you, and now I need you to fuck me.  I've
been very naughty."

   Jerry got up from the bed and walked around behind his wife.  "Kneel
there," he directed, "and tell me about it while I fuck you."

   He held his hard meat in his hand and slid it easily into his wife's
sloppy pussy.  She moaned as he sunk home inside her.  "Tell me," he
ordered.

   Linda's explanation came in short, breathless chunks as Jerry slammed
himself into the velvety softness of her.

   "I pulled back the sheet.  Lay down beside him.  He asked if you knew I
was there.  I said, `Yes.' Told him you suggested it."

   She punctuated her description with a series of low moans as her husband
continued to pound into her.

   "He was all warm.  I kissed his chest.  Then his belly.  Finally, took
him in my mouth.  Ohhh!  He was very hard.  Smooth.  Sucked him a little.
He asked again if I was sure.  Told him about our bet.  He said you were
right.  Mmmm!  That feels so good.  Then he lifted me up.  Set me down on
his hard cock.  Oh, baby, yes!  I rode him.  He felt really good in me. 
Hard, but smooth.  I was full of him.  Nice cock.  Oooo!  I came.  Two
times.  Thought you heard it.  Then he laid me on my back.  He knelt on the
bed and pulled me on him.  I was helpless.  He just fucked me.  Yes!  I
came again, same time as him.  I was very naughty."

   "You were naughty," Jerry assured her, "and now you will be punished for
it." He redoubled his efforts, pounding his hips into her as his throbbing
cock plunged in and out of her.

   "Oh, my," she cried, "I'm coming!  Oh, dear!  He'll hear us!"

   "I want him to hear," Jerry growled.  "I want him to hear you coming as
I fuck you for being so brazen and naughty."

   "Yes, baby," she yelled.  "Fuck me, oh, baby!  Yes, fuck me hard.  Make
me pay for being so bad!"

   Jerry's balls tightened and his cock throbbed as he added his huge load
to that Jack had already deposited.  Linda's cries devolved from meaning to
wordless moans, screams and bellows as she clutched her husband's meat,
milking out every drop of his semen into he soaking insides.

   "You see what happens when you fuck around?" Jerry asked her, now
breathless from his exertion.  "You see what it does to me?  How it makes
me?"

   "I see," Linda whimpered.  "I never knew it would make you so wild.  I'm
afraid I'll have to fuck around a lot more.  I hope you're ready."

   "I hope you're ready," he contradicted her.  "That's an awful lot of
fucking."

   "I'll see if I can bear the strain," Linda whispered to him, standing
up, the two loads of cum dripping down her legs.

   They cleaned up and lay back down in the bed.

   Sometime later, Jerry woke up to use the restroom and found himself
alone.  He listened carefully as he padded down the hallway toward the
bathroom.  He peeked into the spare room, Jack's room.  He could just make
out the silhouette of his wife riding atop his friend.

   Linda moaned as she pounded herself on Jack's plunging cock.  Jerry
could just make out her words as she begged, pleaded and wailed in her
passion.

   "Oh, please, yes!" she moaned.  "Oh, please, fuck, yes!  Fuck me, Jack.
I love your cock inside me.  Oh, my God, you're fucking me!  Keep fucking
me, please!" she wailed.

   Jerry smiled to himself, then pulled away from the scene to use the
bathroom.  When he finished, he returned to the door of the spare room. 
Jack stood next to the bed while Jerry's Linda knelt in front of him doggy
style, opening herself to his thrusting meat.  Linda continued to whine and
moan as her lover plunged his rod into her receptive love nest.

   "Oh, yes!" she murmured, "hard.  I like it hard.  Do it harder.  Pump me
full of your hot cum.  I'm a fuck whore.  Fuck me like I want it.  Fuck me
harder.  Make me cum again.  Make me cum, Jack."

   Jerry softly stepped away from the door, his cock hardening from the
vision and sounds in the next room.

   Soon after he returned to his bed Linda came into the room.  She
snuggled into the bed next to him.

   "Are you awake?" she whispered.

   "Um hmm," he murmured.  "I heard you next door.  You were off getting
fucked again, weren't you?"

   "I was bad," she smirked.  "I went back in and told him I needed him to
fuck me again.  Are you mad at me?"

   "You will have to be punished, you know," Jerry jibed her.  "You let him
fill you with his cum and now you have to be punished."

   "I know," she whispered.  "You have to fuck me to make me yours again."

   "That's right," he told her, rising to his knees on the bed.  "Kneel in
front of me to receive your punishment."

   Fresh in Jerry's memory was the sight of Linda kneeling on Jack's bed as
his friend pounded his cock into her.  It was that vision that inspired him
as he slid his hardness into the velvety softness of his wife's well-used
pussy.

   "You are my fuck-whore," he growled at her, punctuating each statement
with a powerful thrust into her.  "You fuck when I tell you to fuck, who I
tell you to fuck."

   "Yes," she mewed softly.  "When you say."

   "Who I say," he repeated."

   "Yes, baby.  Whoever you say," she whispered.

   "I watched you fuck," he told her, "and you were beautiful."

   "I wanted you to watch," she whispered.  "I wanted you to see me fuck. I
wanted you to see him fuck me.  I want you to know how much I need his
cock, your cock, any cock I can get."

   "All the cock you want," Jerry growled.  "You're going to have all the
cock you want.  That I can promise you."

   "I'm cumming, Jerry," Linda whined.  "You're making me cum.  Please,
fuck me hard and make me cum."

   Jerry complied.  He pounded her with his hardened meat, feeling the
growing explosion in his own balls.  He continued to thrust, marveling at
the delicious feel of his wife's pussy soaked in the cum of his friend.  As
the remembrance of her begging Jack to fuck her flowed through his mind,
Jerry's own orgasm spurted from deep within him.  He felt the walls of
Linda's vagina grasp and milk his cock as her own orgasm flowed through her
body.

   "Oh, God!" Linda wailed, "that feels so goddamned good!  You fucked me
and made me cum!  I love you, Jerry.  I love you so much!"

   "I love you, too, baby," Jerry gasped, his breathing ragged and
irregular from the exertion.  He pulled away from his wife and watched as a
large gob of his cum, mixed with that of his friend, oozed out of her and
slid down the backside of her thigh.  He grabbed a T-shirt from the floor
and held it out to her.

   "I think you need to get cleaned up," he ordered.

   After a brief stint in the bathroom, Jerry and Linda fell asleep
finally, arms and legs wrapped around one another.