Sunday we woke up late. We busied ourselves with breakfast not
speaking , just feeling the good vibes from last night. Across the
breakfast table we smiled at each other still keeping silent. I
looked at her big brown eyes. The laugh wrinkles, the arched
eyebrows, the high cheek bones, she was beautiful. I was happy just
to admire her, her curiosity won out though and she asked first.

"Last night was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me"
she said. It was a straightforward statement. "For me too, it was
like something from a dream." I replied. "Why didn't you say
anything before, we have been together a few years now, yet you
never mentioned anything about your fantasies." "Neither have you,
it is a very risky thing, I always thought you might think something
funny about me, or that you might be turned off so I kept my mouth
shut." I said quietly. "I know what you mean, I felt like that many
times, I guess I always expected you to take the lead and tell
first, it's kind of childish of me " she smiled like a naughty
little girl. I smiled back. "Well now we can be totally open about
things, its feels so good to know that." She was right, it was good
to know that, it was a relief . We sat there over coffee talking
about our respective fantasies and about sex.

Having gone through a list of admissions, that we both jerked off,
that we both sometimes lusted after others, that we both had wild
fantasies she got closer to what really fascinated her, my fantasy
of her being fucked by someone else, that had really gotten to her.

It fascinated her and I could perceive some doubt in her excitement,
some disbelief. "What I don't understand is how you can have a
fantasy in which you don't participate . When you see all those
magazines they show naked women, I always thought that men fantasize
about making it with someone who is their ideal woman, then last
night your fantasy surprised me." She said, looking alternatively
from me to her plate and toying with crumbs.

"I know it is strange, but what makes it exciting is you, seeing you
display sexual prowess that makes it exciting. I thought about it
too, many times, wondering if it is wrong, then one day I decided
not to let it bother me and just enjoy the excitement it brings." I
looked at her, the darkening of her eyes told me that she was
beginning to heat up. So was I. I continued. "When the fantasy first
came I would try to push out of my mind. I tried not to  think of
you being fucked by someone else. The more I did that the more it
came back to me. I imagined you in all kinds of situations, with one
man, with two, sometimes more...." As I spoke I saw her squirm. Her
robe fell open and here breasts and waist were open to my view. I
let my eyes travel over her body, she liked my looking at her. "Then
one day I happened on a book, written by a lady about men's
fantasies and in that book there is a whole chapter about this
particular fantasy, dozens of guys who wrote how they would like to
see their wives get fucked by someone else while they watched or
joined in.

Then I read letters in some magazines about the same thing. I
realized I was not alone and that it is a common theme." I had in
fact read about the subject, both because it was exciting to read
about and because I was curious. "Did reading about other men having
the same fantasy excite you?" Nora asked, she was visibly excited
now but forcing herself to keep in control. I liked the whole
teasing situation. "Yes. Almost every single letter had something I
had thought about, yet something new, I found the whole thing
exciting." I told her, looking at her and her robe which now fell
more uncovering her thighs and some of her dark pubic hair. "Of all
of the fantasies you read which one excited you most?" She asked,
her eyes reflecting eagerness. I thought for a while, which one had
stayed in my mind....then it came it was the story of the "listener."

It was a letter written by someone to a magazine and it detailed how
the man enjoyed listening to his wife make love with someone else,
and being told the details about it later. It was written well,
giving the right amount of detail to make it interesting but not so
much as to make it an exaggerated and unbelievable story. I told her
with as much detail as I could recall.

Nora brushed her nipples with her fingers as I spoke, by the time I
got the end of the story she was openly massaging her cunt through
her panties. I looked and enjoyed the sight. "Would you enjoy me
telling you about someone making love with me?" She asked hoarsely.
My heart skipped a beat. Had she made love with someone else, while
we were married? In my turmoil I could not forget that I was also as
stiff as a poker. I was torn between excitement and a strange cold
fear of what I might hear, it was a delicious balance between the
two. I could not speak but I did nod "yes". "Do you remember that
trip to Rome I took with Anne and Robert?" Of course I remembered,
it had happened two years previously, Nora had gone with our two
friends, a married couple, to Rome for four days. It had been an
unplanned trip, the ticket was made available for free and we all
thought it a great opportunity. I had not gone.

"Yes I remember". I said with hesitation. "Well we stayed at a small
hotel, it had less than twenty rooms. One night we went out for
dinner and Anne and Robert were going on to the opera. I can't stand
opera so I walked back to the hotel. A couple of blocks from the
front door I saw another fellow guest, an Austrian guy, he was about
28-30, good looking. We were both walking back and just started
chatting." The suspense was killing me. I openly touched my prick
through my pants. Nora looked at me. She too was rubbing herself.
"Well, he was easy to talk to, he made me laugh with  his peculiar
English and by the time we reached the hotel we were like buddies.
We got our keys at the counter and started walking up the stairs.
There was no one about and he just put his arm around me.

I felt horny. He kissed me and I felt so nervous and scared, but at
the same time I was getting hot. We stayed on the staircase kissing
and petting. All the while I was responding to him, my cunt was
getting wet and opening up, you know the way my cunt opens up when
I am horny" I did, I could see her cunt in my minds eye, her lips
opening exposing her inner wet folds. I unzipped my pants and took
my prick out. "He began to feel me up under my skirt and I touched
his prick through his pants, I was amazed at his size, it was fat
and long....and so hard. We were both so hot to fuck, I could have
done it right there on the stairs.."

She was still speaking in that low even tone, looking at me and at
the reaction her confession was eliciting from me. Without ever
taking her eyes off me she removed her panties. "Did he fuck you?"
"Would you like it if he did?" She answered my question with a teasing
question of her own. "Yes." I answered plainly. My eyes were riveted
on her cunt that she was exposing to me, she was open. "But he
didn't. Someone came along and turned on the lights of the stairs,
we had to straighten out and pretend nothing was happening. It only
took a second but long enough to break the mood and start us
thinking. We were leaving the next day." I felt relief and
disappointment. We were now sitting facing one another openly
masturbating. "Have you ever fucked anyone since we have been
married" I asked her openly and matter of factly. "No. My Austrian
was the closest I came to fucking anyone as a married lady" she said
and added "if I knew it could lead to this I might have " she
laughed briefly, I laughed too. "When we were together before we
married?" I asked her. Her eyes went serious. She just nodded.
"Who?" I asked excited and dreading that it might have been someone
I knew, a friend of mine, I wished it were a stranger. But I so much
wanted to hear what more than who. But now it was too late to pull
back whatever the reply was to be.

I looked at her, she leaned back, she threw her head back in sheer
lust and unashamedly fingered herself deeply, she moaned her
excitement, her cunt was slavering. I had to let go of my prick, I
was so excited I was afraid I might come, and right then I did not
want to come, I wanted to stay as horny as possible to listen to her
tell.

She recovered and looked at me with eyes flooding with lust. She
focused on my erect cock, evidence incontrovertible that I wanted to
hear her tell. It was Peter Robson. She said almost inaudibly. At
first I could not place the face then I did. He was a colleague of
sorts, when I worked in a corporation he was stationed at one of our
overseas offices, he came for meetings which entailed the regulation
cocktail party. I looked at her saying nothing waiting for more
details. "It was at the annual company reception six months before
we got married, you were buttonholed by some jerk and I was on the
veranda of the hotel. We started talking and I found him
interesting. Then you had to go on with those out of town guests,
you remember?

I did, I had to take out some jerks from our overseas
offices, it was a long night. I handed her the car keys because we
would be driven in hired limos. I had not thought anything of that
night, it had been a boring night for me, entertaining the jerks in
several inane clubs. "Well Peter was leaving at the same time, I
offered to drop him off at his hotel. He asked me for a drink and we
ended up in his room. " She fingered herself again. "He was a good
fuck." she said matter of factly and my blood surged through my
veins almost audibly. "He undressed me slowly and ran his hands
every where, he fingered my cunt a lot. He did not seem to be
interested in tits, but he was very keen on my legs and my cunt, and
my ass. Then he licked me, he was good, I remember coming quite a
lot when he licked me.

He had me opened out on the bed and was licking me for ages. I
relaxed so much, I let go completely and just allowed him to do as
he wanted. Then he became a real fucking bastard. After he had me in
his power he pulled me up and made me go down on him, kneeling in
front of him, as if I were begging to suck his prick. He then pushed
me back on the bed and pulled my legs apart, I thought he was trying
to tear me apart the bastard. But I liked it, being treated roughly,
like a whore." She looked at me and at my excitement, she was
getting off on getting me so worked up. I was worked up, I was
leaning forward hanging from her every word. "He was big and cut, I
remember his prick so well, it was thick and the head was so large
in comparison to his shaft, and he was such a small guy it seemed
much bigger on him. I liked the feel of him being circumcised, it
was an unreal sensation. He lasted a long time and made me come and
come. Then the fucker made me put on a show for him. He made me use
a bottle to fuck myself while he watched, then he stopped me and
fucked me some more. It was a strange time, really sexual and cruel
yet I liked it.

I liked his texture too, the rough feel of his prick and his balls
in my hands. I wanted so much to give him a good fuck and I did
everything he asked, all the positions, on my back, sideways, on my
knees, that is when he came, when he fucked me on my knees doggy
style." She closed her eyes as she recalled her night with Robson
and she worked furiously on her cunt moaning as she came right in
front of me, thinking of that night. I was angry and horny, jealous
and eager to hear more. As I looked at her I realized how much of a
sexual animal she was and how the familiarity that had grown between
us over the years had shielded that much from my eyes. I imagined
her being used and dominated by Robson, being made to perform lewdly
for his pleasure and I realized that he had perceived this animal,
free of all the other trappings of personality that we hang on each
other. The thought tempered the twinges of jealousy that I felt and
my passion for her increased. In a strange way I was proud she had
let herself go and became an animal for one night. I was soaring in
horniness.

"He came a lot. After he finished pumping into me he seemed to lose
all interest in me. It pissed me off. I just put on my clothes and
left without a word. I hated him after that. The funny thing is that
you came home soon after I got there and started feeling me, I felt
horny again and I remember fucking in our bed coming and thinking
that you came in me right after he had, I had the sperm of you both
in my cunt and I found that so debauched and exciting." I listened
incredulously. It was true,I came back and we had fucked that night,
I had fucked her right after Peter Robson had, indeed our sperm
mingled inside her. Again my jealousy emerged along with anger that
she had done this and not told me. It was an unreasonable thought, I
was more angry at her keeping it quiet than in doing it. We looked
into each others face a long time. I felt my jealousy subside,
replaced by passion. She looked serious, serious and alluring, her
dark face flushed, her eyes darkened focusing on mine. "I am glad I
could tell you about that night." she said matter of factly. "I am
too, I said knowing that I was not being all that communicative.
"Are you angry?" She looked resigned to hear the bad news. "And
angry and horny, I knew that I now had to tell my reactions openly
and truly, angry that you did secretly, jealous that he saw a side
of you I had not, horny that you did something sexy." I looked at
her. Her robe now fell over her shoulders she was totally naked in
her chair.

"Yes it was sexy, letting him fuck me, being so ...so  animal like,
it was a special trip...Until last night I did not think I could
ever be like that with you, I thought you could be like that only
with people that you did not know, it is funny how hangup can
distort things." I nodded my understanding as I looked at her
struggling to express herself. I knew what she meant, it was easier
to some things with strangers, that is why men go to whores, I had.
I thought that Robson would never do anything like that with his
wife and the thought made me laugh. She looked at me curiously. I
told her and she started to laugh to. The laughter lightened the
mood until she began to consider the situation and sobered up a
little.

"Do you think that he perceived something whorish about me?" she
asked worried. "Some signal that told him he could have you, he must
have, otherwise things would have been different" I told her. She
was curious about the man side of this situation , she wanted my
help to understand it. "It is not that you look like a whore or
anything like that. Now that I can be frank I must admit that what
attracted me to you, what still attracts me and turns me on is a
certain air of sexuality that you exude. It is your expression, your
movements, the way you look at people, it is a look that says that
you have the knowledge of these things, I don't think that you
contrive it, it is just there." It was true, her face had that look,
the I am no innocent look. It was a look I found sexy.

"And you think that this air about me is what he saw and moved in?"
"Yes. You know some women inspire men's protective instinct, some
remind them of their mothers, some of their sisters, you do
something else" I told her looking at her. "You like that, that men
see me and want to fuck me?" She asked me with genuine interest in
her voice. "I like looking at you and being turned on, if others get
the same message then it is OK too." I responded. "You know there is
lot to learn about things, will you help me learn?" She surprised me
with her question. I was also confused. "Learn what Nora?" I asked.
"Learn about this kind of thing, I never thought of myself as
sexual, yet you think I am, so did Robson and the Austrian. I would
like to explore it, to learn more about me, and about you, I want to
be free to talk about it, I am afraid in case we close up again and
don't talk about sex." She was sincere, she was curious and I wanted
her.

"I agree, let us explore it, now come here. I took her hand and led
her to bed. She was open and compliant, bending to my every desire,
eager to suck my prick, eager to take any position I wanted. We both
knew what was going on, she was showing me how Robson had fucked her
and my demands were questions, unspoken questions told t hrough the
body. Her every eager response was aloud yes, yes he fucked me hard,
stabbing his cock inside me with strength, yes he sucked my
clitoris, yes he grabbed my ass almost hurting me. Halfway through
we stopped panting. We looked at each other, her face was a dark
mask of lust, I loved her.

"You are curious about it, I can tell" she whispered in my ear.
"Hell yes, the image of you fucking him is burning in my mind, I
can't get rid of it." I squeezed her tight and kissed her full on
the lips. She responded with all her body. She straddled me and sat
on my lap, my prick buried in her cunt to the hilt. She did not
move, she just sat there looking at me. Lust and mystery flowed into
her expression. As she began to move her body now, began to question
mine. Every undulation was a comment, this is how I took his cock,
do you like it?  It was a fantastic fuck. She stopped before we lost
control. Our faces were close, we  were both looking down at our
coupled genitals. Then she began to talk, her words reaching deep
inside my prick.

"He was big, his prick was thick and rough like a tree branch. I was
very turned on by his size, not that you are not big but he was so
massive, it was obscene seeing that huge prick rock hard. And
circumcised, every time he pulled out I could feel that flange of
the head dragging my cunt with it. She slowly move up on my cock and
stayed there poised for the downward thrust."I was scared a little
too, unsure if it would hurt, if I could take it all, when he saw my
reaction he knew he had me in his power, so he took my hand and made
me touch it, then he pulled my face close and gave it to me in the
mouth, I sucked it, licked it, I loved touching it, it made me feel
good that I could have it. When he laid me back to fuck me I felt
afraid and curious about how it would feel. I remember keeping my
head  up so I could see it go in, it wasn't;t enough just to feel it
with my cunt. He made me guide it in with my hands, I put it against
my cunt and he pushed it in slowly and strongly, all the way in...."

She let herself slide down on my prick until it was fully in her.
She shuddered and came. I waited holding myself back. Waiting for
her to recover. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me. "I
love you." She said simply and kissed me on the mouth, I felt her
body soften against me. "How would you like it if he were to walk in
here right now wanting to fuck you?" I asked her whispering in her
ear. She pulled back to look into my eyes, her eyes opening with
curiosity. "And what would you do?" was her instant query. Indeed
what would I do if he, or any other rampant man, strutting his
massive prick that reminded her of a tree branch came in right now
wanting to fuck, wanting to bury his prick into my wife. It was an
outrageous thought and it elicited an outrageous response, I could
not deny it now in me or from her. I would withdraw and let the
satyr mount her. I would eagerly watch as his massive prick would
sink into her making her yield to his demands.

"I would pull out and lay you back on the bed, told her in the
faintest of whispers, I would spread your legs out for him, I would
go down on you, get you wet and ready and I would hold your legs
open while he placed himself in between and sank his prick into
you. Then I would watch while he fucked you, I would watch closely
while he sawed in and out of you until you come screaming." As I
talked she tensed up against me, panting with excitement at the
description of the outrageous scene of her the whore being spread by
me, the willing cuckold, for the rampant maleness of her lover. She
clung to me , her long nails digging into my back.

"You are driving me crazy you lewd bastard" she hissed. "You like
the idea of me being there watching get fucked, you whore" I hissed
into her ear. "Yes, you bastard, yes, I want you to be there to see
me get fucked, get that big cock in me, I want you to  see it in my
cunt, fucking me deep, deep, you bastard, I want to make you jealous
taking a big cock like that." She was totally uninhibited now and
she let out her hostility, I loved it, this show of abandon, I
wanted more of it.

"I want you to suck it to, I want to see you suck his prick,
stretching your lips around it too." I whispered again into her ear
and she did something I did not expect. She moved her mouth on mine
and licked my tongue as if it were a big prick. Then she brought a
finger into her mouth and sucked on it living the experience
vividly. Unconsciously her finger touched both  our mouths and I
licked too, soon we were both licking her finger as if it were a
huge phallus moving in between our faces.

"Want to suck cock with me" She asked languidly. "With you yes, I
would like to suck cock" I replied feeling free of inhibitions. "His
big cock, sliding in to our mouth. Yours and mine" she hummed
dreamily. The images were too vivid too wild to resist much longer
we moved forcefully against each other and came in a crashing,
screaming pile.