A Word Of Warning
by Mr KK2

Like many of your male readers I longed to see my wife, Karen, being
fucked by another man. After months of persuasion on my part she
finally agreed to give it a try. I was delighted and very excited at
the prospect of watching Karen take someone else's prick up her.
Little did I know how badly for me things would turn out.

To cut a long story short, one Saturday evening Karen downed a
couple of large brandy’s,  put on a short party dress, including
stockings and suspenders, and I dropped her off at a local night
club in town. My request was simple. I asked her to enjoy herself,
get picked up and then bring the lucky man home where I could watch
her getting fucked. I was so excited as she nervously shut the car
door and walked up the club steps and out of sight. I raced home in
the car , put on my favorite blue video and wanked the evening away,
trying to imagine Karen being chatted up. I was so horny, it was
incredible. All I could think of was someone else's cock sliding in
and out of my wife. I stayed up into the early hours and at two
thirty a car pulled up outside our house. I heard a door shut and
the car pull away.

Karen unlocked the front door and went into the kitchen to make a
coffee. I eagerly asked her what had happened. She said that she
felt very nervous at first but then bumped into some men who work at
the same factory as her (she has a three days a week job at a
clothing firm in our town). She said that one of the men, called
Steve, chatted with her, then they danced, before he really started
to chat her up. At the end of the evening, after much drink and
dancing she went back to his flat where he fucked her twice. It was
Steve who had just dropped her off.

Karen reminded me that it was my idea and asked if I was satisfied.
I was happy she had been serviced but had wanted to watch the action
and felt left out , to which Karen replied that she was too nervous
and wanted her first taste of extra-marital sex in private. Later,
in bed, Karen let me look at her spunked up cunt but refused to let
me lick or fuck her and she soon fell asleep. I had to wank my
frustration away while she slept, something I didn't expect to have
to do.

The next day she said very little about her night out so I asked her
if she would go out again the coming Saturday and this time bring
back someone to fuck so that I could watch. Karen asked me to think
about my request very hard as she did not know what it would lead
to. I wasn't quite sure what she meant but repeated that I wanted to
watch her with another man. She said that if that was what turned me
on then that's what I'd get but she didn't need it and could let it
lie. I couldn't.

Saturday eventually came and I once again dropped my wife off at the
club. This time a man met her at the door and she walked inside with
him, hand in hand. I was struck with jealousy and felt my stomach
turn as it struck me that Karen was enjoying the pleasure of someone
else. I hadn't felt this before, only now, after seeing her with
this man, did I have my first regrets about asking her to do it. She
arrived home at one in the morning with Steve and introduced me to
him in the lounge. She referred to me as her 'pathetic husband', the
one who wanted to watch him fuck her arse off. Even though I knew
she had been drinking pretty heavily the words hurt me and I somehow
wished that this wasn't happening.

We all went upstairs to our bedroom. Karen ordered me to sit in the
corner of the room while she and Steve spent the next hour licking,
sucking and fucking each other in front of me. By the time Steve had
put on his clothes and left I had wanked myself three times over the
show put on before me even though I wasn't sure I wanted it to
happen after all. With the evening over I thought that would be the
end of it and we fell asleep. The next day I certainly didn't raise
the subject again and was trying to forget the whole event. Little
did I realize, but it was only the start.

The next Saturday evening Karen got ready to go out again. I asked
her not to but she said that I had started the whole thing and now
she was going to enjoy it. She refused to stay in and was picked up
at our house by Steve very soon after. Once again a horny feeling
crept over me and, against my better judgment, I got out the blue
movies and settled down to more wanking pleasures. Later on my wife
arrived home and the scene from last week was acted out again. I sat
in the corner while Steve fucked my wife's brains out. I wanked and
she loved it.

I felt powerless to do anything about what was happening and the
same ritual continued for eight weeks. It progressed  into something
I actually began to look forward to in a strange kind of way. The
humiliated feeling I got as I watched Karen fucking someone else
turned me on. Karen knew this and pandered to it. Her performance in
bed was certainly much more varied than the sex that I used to have
with her. She sucked his cock with an eagerness that was plain for
anyone to see and took him up her arse, something she would have
never let me do. During sex I had to bring them both drinks and mop
Steve's brow while he was embedded deep inside my wife. I had to tie
her up for him and then take photos for them to view later. I was
know as the 'slave' and fell easily into that role.

What started as a fantasy on my part has now evolved into a normal
way of living. Our day lives continue as they did but at night I
become the slave and Karen the Mistress. She changes completely and
will not let me forget what  I started, its like revenge in a way.

She now picks up young men every week and brings them home. Steve is
her regular lover but he also shares her with his mates. She has now
got a reputation locally and thinks nothing of inviting several men
home at once.  She holds parties where she is the only woman and the
guests use her during the evening. It has got to a point now where I
dress up as a French maid and serve drinks while she fucks all the
men present. I must admit that it is sometimes difficult to tell
what is 'normal' and what is not anymore.

This is now our way of life. Its too much trouble to change and so
easy to carry on. While I enjoy it up to a point there's no question
that I wish I hadn't started the thing in the beginning. Let this be
a lesson to others intent on pushing their wifes to fuck around. It
may backfire on you too.