KAREN, THE STORY OF MY WIFE by ??? To begin with, I'm married to what I consider the most beautiful woman on earth. Her name is Karen and at 32 years of age she is blessed with long full dark hair, seductive brown eyes and a very lovely face. She has a very pronounced figure for her size, since she stands just 5'1", weighs 110 lbs and possesses a 36-24-34 figure. She has what I like to call a "compact" little body. And being of Latin American descent, her slightly dark-complected skin is just about as close to perfect as humanly possible. The other thing about my wonderful wife of nine years is that she's incredibly horny. Which is fine with me. Karen was a virgin when we first met, although that changed about a year before we married. Even back then Karen enjoyed sex, but it more often than not it took quite of bit of work to get her in the mood. Then once we got going it was fantastic. Like most young women in their early twenties, sex wasn't the driving force in her life and after the initial newlywed-type behavior our sex life settled down into the usual marriage pattern. But for me, sex was (and still is) a very important part of my life. Quite frankly, I wanted it a lot. But unlike the vast majority of men my age, I didn't just want IT, I wanted HER! Hell, I didn't even look at other women! Of course, if you'd have seen my young bride you'd understand. And over the years I'm sure there were times she accommodated me just because she loved me so much. A fact I'm eternally grateful for. And fortunately after all these years of marriage we still love each other very much. But from a sexual standpoint, things began to change for my wife right about her 30th birthday. Little by little Karen began to discover herself sexually. Finally, after all those years, my wife began initiating sex on a regular and more frequent basis. Her apparel began to change a little too. Sexy outfits that she usually saved for special occasions were becoming more and more the norm. Where as before she would only dress sexy for me, now she was beginning to dress sexy for herself. Her dresses and skirts became noticeably shorter and tighter. Her blouses and tops became a little more revealing as well. Occasionally she even went braless -- even in public! and last but not least she seldom tied her lovely dark hair back, choosing instead to let it fall freely on her shoulders. Little by little my sexy wife was becoming as horny as I was. At one point she even admitted that she was beginning to crave sex. Needless to say, I loved it! As did the rest of the male population I'm sure! Since then our sex life (which was always good) became even better. Karen really opened up in the bedroom. Over the years we'd always shared our fantasies, including an occasional thought of a third person (sometimes male, sometimes female) in our bedroom to watch or participate in our lovemaking. And as our passion for each other intensified, so did the content of our fantasies. As was the case when I was younger, I really didn't have any desire to be with other women, so whenever we fantasized about me and another woman it was mainly for Karen's benefit. Not that I didn't enjoy the scenario, but Karen had developed a real fascination for watching people have sex. But what really surprised me was when we fantasized about her having sex with another man. Since Karen had never been with anyone else but me, the thought of experiencing a new lover was very exciting. As for me, well, at first it wasn't much of a big deal. Until the night we were invited to a Christmas party for her office. Since I had to work late, Karen went on ahead and I caught up with her later. The first thing I saw when I arrived at the party was my lovely wife Karen sharing a slow dance with some handsome young man from the warehouse. She looked absolutely divine that evening, wearing a dangerously short, skin-tight red mini-dress, dark hose and high heels. Silently I watched as they danced, their arms draped around each other, his hands resting on her shapely hips. Although they were doing nothing improper, I suddenly noticed an erection starting to form in my pants. Knowing how sexual my wife had become over the past couple of years, I could pretty much imagine what she was thinking as I watched her seductive brown eyes search out his. When the dance finally ended and she turned toward the tables were I was standing, my conclusion was instantly confirmed. Thanks to the tight Lycra outfit she was wearing, Karen's well developed nipples were protruding rather noticeably through the thin fabric. Needless to say, Karen was sexuality personified. As she approached me with a beautiful confident smile, I couldn't begin to take my eyes off of her. When she was within reach, I slipped my arm around her narrow waist and pulled her close. Instantly our lips met in a hot wet kiss. We stood there for several seconds, in full view of everyone, exchanging passionate saliva like a couple of newlyweds. She could no doubt feel my erection as it rubbed against her soft lower belly. Karen was every bit as horny as I was and we were just seconds from letting things get out of hand. "I wanna fuck you," she whispered hot into my ear. Naturally her choice of words made me that much hornier. Normally Karen never used profanity. In fact the only "cuss" word she EVER used was "fuck" and then only when she was extremely turned on. Without a word I ushered her out of the room and into a hallway. Fortunately for us there was a storage room located around the corner at the far end of the hall. The second I closed the door our lips were together again, only this time neither of us restrained from caressing each other's erogenous zones. I was pleasantly surprised a moment later to discover that her dark hose were actually stay-up stockings. Quickly I picked her up and placed her on a large pile of what looked like laundry or something. I then dropped my drawers and exposed my eight inch penis. Within seconds her dress was up around her waist, her panties were down around her ankles and my cock was working it's way inside her precious pussy. Thanks to the intensity of the moment, Karen had her first orgasm within just a few full strokes of my shaft. Meanwhile, I was so turned on by everything that I didn't last much more than a minute or so myself. Without really thinking I quickly withdrew my cock just before I came and shot my load into the pile to the left of my wife. I then immediately buried it back inside her wet spot. Karen moaned as I jabbed it home for it's second try. To tell you the truth, I couldn't believe how excited I was. All I could think about was this guy's cock in her hole! Karen began moving her hips as I pumped her furiously. By this time anyone walking by in the hall could have heard us, but neither of us cared. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, I don't know which), I didn't last long the second time either. Five minutes at the most. Just long enough to give Karen her second orgasm. This time I didn't pull out either. Instead I pushed it in her as far as I could and held it there. Karen's whole body convulsed as we climaxed together. For me, it felt like I'd emptied a gallon of cum up inside her. Karen and I remained still for several moments as we finally relaxed. With my penis still imbedded in her enjoying the sweet friction, she told me that she loved me then asked what brought that erotic burst on. I told her that she did, and when she asked me to explain it, I did. Although Karen was surprised by my reaction to her dancing with another man she was excited as well. As we talked, she confessed to what I already knew. She WAS imagining what it would be like to screw the guy she was dancing with. Just like I was imagining what it would be like to watch her screw the guy she was dancing with. What remained of the evening was fantastic. After retiring to the rest room to freshen up a bit, she returned to our table looking sexier than ever. As the evening wore on, she slow danced with several other men, including her original friend Dick (believe it or not). We left the party around midnight and made it home in record time. What followed was probably closer to mutual rape than it was lovemaking. In fact, we didn't much more than make it in the door before we were fucking our brains out and exploring our new fantasy. I have no idea how many times Karen climaxed that night, but before we both fell asleep around 5am, I'd fired four more wads of cum either into or onto my wife. It was a night neither of us would ever forget. In some ways our life would never be quite the same again. Which brings me back to the main jist of the story. Something had definitely been conceived that night. Something that would burn inside of us for months to come. For the next few weeks Karen and I felt incredibly guilty about what had happened. As a result, it became a taboo subject. Not that we weren't thinking about it, we just weren't talking about it. For a couple of weeks my wife even quit dressing provocatively, but that didn't last long. And eventually we even came to terms with what had come over us that night. But the fire had been lit. A fire that could only be quenched with one thing: another man's cock. Karen wanted to feel it, and I wanted to watch it. Eventually the subject worked it's way back into our fantasies. In fact, after a slow and careful start, it became even more graphic than before. Before long the idea of me with another woman disappeared completely, apparently drowned out by the thought of my wife's first extramarital encounter. Although we were still afraid of actually letting it happen, something told me it eventually would. In fact, things were starting to get a little out of hand. This harmless little fantasy was becoming an obsession. Our sex life was fantastic, we were screwing almost every night, usually more than once at a time. But by now this fantasy had taken on a life of it's own. Karen began sizing up practically every man she met as a potential partner and I was fueling her fire by describing how each man would fulfill her desires while I fucked her passionately. Whenever we realized things were getting out of control we would back off for a couple of days. But in some ways that seemed to make the prospect even more appealing. It was during one of these brief periods that we met Don. A friend of one of my softball teammates. Don was only in town for about a week, and since we were a player or two short, he volunteered to play. He was a very handsome California blonde with a practically perfect physic. Needless to say all the women at the park eyed him almost salaciously. Including Karen. He played two games with us that week and it was midway through the first game when she asked me who he was. When I told her, she playfully answered that he looked good enough to eat. It didn't take a brain surgeon to know who our next fantasy would include. Like all the other girls, Karen went out of her way to talk to him after the game and sure enough, that evening he became her fantasy lover while I supplied the cock. But for some reason I didn't realize the full impact of her lust until later. On Thursday when we played ball again, Karen arrived late. When she did finally get there (in the third inning), she looked spectacular. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting blue-jeans shorts and a body-hugging black mid-drift tank top that accented her figure beautifully. She topped of her outfit with a tiny pair of sandals and a golden ankle bracelet. A shimmering gold necklace dangled against her dangerously low-cut top. The eyes of practically every male at the ball park were rivetted to her. Including Don's. At the end of the inning I went to the fence along the right field line to talk with my lady and tell her how sexy she looked. But before I could say a word she grabbed me around the neck and pressed her lips securely to mine. It almost seemed as if she were trying to see how far down my throat her tongue would go. Since the fence was only about waist high, I still got to feel those luscious breast against me. Without really thinking I tried to grind my pelvis against hers, but unfortunately all I felt was the chain-link fence. "Damn you're hot," I whispered, "I'd like to nail you right through the fence!" "Ummm," she purred, "Sounds good. The way I feel right now, I'd almost let you." As the game went on, Karen stood by the fence at the end of the dugout so we could chat between innings. She informed me she'd been horny all day for some reason and as soon as the game was over I was to screw my brains out. Not a bad thought at all. Sometime around the sixth inning, Don was lifted for a pinch hitter and as a result was finished for the rest of the game. Needless to say it didn't take him long to move to the end of the dugout where Karen was standing and strike up a conversation with her. From my position at 1st base I had a perfect view of what was going on, and out of the corner of my eye I watched as the situation unfolded. I say situation, because I pretty much knew what Karen was thinking. Especially in her presently aroused state. By the time I got back to the dugout, Don had moved away. Karen gave me a quick customary kiss and I joked about her having a new boyfriend. After that, Don would move to Karen's end of the dugout whenever I was in the field. When I returned to the dugout he moved away and I took the opportunity to tease my horny wife. In the bottom of the seventh she admitted that the conversation between them was getting suggestive. By the bottom of the eighth I could see she was getting flustered. In fact, so was I. But with our next brief exchange between innings, she decided to take advantage of our mutual arousal. "How's it going?" I asked. "I'm ready to fuck," she whispered almost breathlessly, "My body's on fire!" "Good," I managed to respond, "You thinking about Don?" "A little bit," she admitted, "You don't mind, do you?" "Of course not, Sweetheart. I love you." "I love you to, but -- but I can't help thinking about him. I'd love to fuck him -- I'm sorry." "It's okay," I tried to comfort her, "I understand." "Honey," she again breathed into my ear, "Would you mind if I took off my bra? I want him to see my tities." "I think he can already see your tities." "I wanna brush them against him. I want him to feel them." At that my heart skipped a beat. It was hard to believe this Karen talking. "Go ahead," I heard myself whisper. By the time Karen returned from the rest room I was already in the field. When I saw her by the fence, her breasts hanging freely beneath her blouse, I almost came in my pants. The way her boobs pushed her top away from her body, her mid-drift became an easy access way to her bare breasts. When she leaned over and accidently/on purpose brushed those lovely beauties against Don's arm, I was so mesmerized by the sight that I committed my first error of the season. By the time the game was over, I was more than ready to breed. Quickly I gathered my things and told Karen I'd meet her in the car. As fate would have it, the lady that ran the concession stand asked if Karen could help her close up and since it would only take a few extra minutes we agreed. So while Karen headed for the concession stand, I returned to the car. While I waited patiently for my lovely wife, I couldn't help thinking ahead to what the evening had in store. Her words and her actions with Don had me so damn horny I couldn't wait to bury my stiff meat in her warm wet pussy. It was about this time I realized that she should have been finished with the concession stand by now. Looking around I could see that ours was one of the last few cars in the parking lot. After taking a moment to control my erection, I finally got out of the car to look for her. When I arrived at the concession stand, the boards were in place and it was already closed. Thinking that perhaps she and Milly were sweeping up or something, I moved to the back of the old concrete building where the door was located. Much to my surprise it was opened just a crack, so carefully I leaned forward and peeked in. What I saw was disturbing to say the very least. Standing in the center of the almost dark room was my lovely wife Karen leaning back against her handsome stud Don! Instantly I froze, not knowing what to think or do. Don had one hand up under my wife's top, massaging her ample breasts while the other one was down her partially unzipped shorts. The look on Karen's face was incredible as she tilted her head to receive the hot kisses he was delivering to her lips, neck and shoulder. The hand down her pants was moving up and down steadily as it stroked her pussy from outside her underwear. As I continued to watch, he unzipped her shorts the rest of the way and then moved his hand down inside of her tiny black panties from the top. Within seconds he'd hit his target. Karen moaned as his hand moved up and down, this time against the real thing. From this vantage point I couldn't tell if he was just rubbing her clit or actually penetrating her pussy. But judging from her reaction, it didn't seem to matter. After a few more seconds of this Don carefully eased her shorts down, moving them carefully over her firm round ass. Once they cleared her beautiful buns, they fell to the floor where she absent-mindedly stepped out of them. At this point he turned her around and kissed her full on the lips. Karen passionately accepted his offerings as he massaged her luscious behind with both hands. When the moment was right he then lifted her up and placed her on the counter. He stood just to her right as his hand again found it's way to her ultimate pleasure point. This time he reached around the leg opening and began working a finger up inside her cunt. As Karen's legs instinctively parted to give him better access, her hips began moving in rhythm to his strokes. With one hand around his waist, she reached into his shorts to caress his ass. With her other hand she lifted up her top so he could feast on her luscious 36C breasts. Karen was in heaven. Don then inserted a second finger into her pussy and increased the pace. Somewhere along the line her panties disappeared as well. "Yesss...yessss....like that....yessss...I'm cumming.....I'm cummmminnnngggg!" she moaned. Don laughed as her body shook with orgasm. When it finally subsided, Don stepped back to remove his shorts and within seconds he released the single largest penis I'd ever seen. It must have been at least 11 inches long and very, very thick. It kind of resembled a chunk of salami as it stood out proudly from between his loins. In the meantime Karen struggled to catch her breath. When she had recovered enough to continue, Don parted her tanned thighs and moved between them. But when Karen felt his body moving into position and saw that massive manhood aiming at her hole, she quickly came to her senses and pushed him away. "No," she barked, suddenly alarmed, "We can't do this! I'm a married woman!" "You're full of shit," he swore as he attempted to move between her legs again, "You've been teasing me all afternoon! You want this as bad as I do!" "No please! My husband's outside in the car! He'll catch --" But before Karen could finish her sentence, Don impaled her with his rod. Not the entire eleven inches, thank goodness, but probably a good six inches. Just enough to get her attention. And change her attitude. "Oh my..." she managed to moan as she caught her breath, "You're huge!" Don again laughed as he began working that monster up inside Karen's tight pussy. Karen slipped her arms around his neck as he continued to ease it in. Eight inches...nine....ten inches! Before long all eleven inches were sliding in and out of her vagina as she worked her hips in an incredibly sexy manner to receive him. By now, my own cock was straining to be set free. In fact, It was so hard that it actually hurt. But since I didn't want to chance getting caught, I couldn't whip it out right there in the open. It was then I realized than anyone could walk around the corner and catch me watching the action. With this in mind, I took a calculated risk. I carefully slipped inside the door and closed it. Don was Karen were so wrapped up in their interaction that they didn't even notice that I was there. The scene was incredible. There was my lovely wife, naked as a jay-bird, bucking around wildly as a blonde-haired stud with an eleven inch cock was fucking her crazy. And she'd never looked sexier. From a distance of about ten feet away, I strained to watch everything, but I couldn't seem to get it all in one shot. I loved the way her lips formed a sensuous "O" as she moaned. I loved the way her tits bounced on every stroke. I watched as her hips moved in perfect rhythm to his thrusts. I couldn't help but watch as his big strong ass bounced up and down between her delicate thighs. And last but not least I couldn't help centering in on that huge piece of meat, covered with her juices, sliding in and out of her pussy. Quietly I lifted the leg opening of my own shorts and rubbed my cock. The sight of them humping away however, was too much for me, because after just three gentle strokes I sprayed a gigantic load of cum across the floor. Meanwhile Karen was moaning and groaning for all she was worth. Orgasm after orgasm flooded her body. "You like that don't you?" he asked as he slowed the pace, "You like getting fucked while your husband waits in the car, don't you?" "Ohhhh..."she tried to respond, "Don, please...ummmm.....you feel so good!" "You like that, eh? You like this big California cock, don't you?" "Ohhhhh...yessss.....yesssss....ooooohhh...I love it! Give it to me baby....keep fucking me baby!" Without hesitation Don again picked up the pace and complied with her wishes. By now Karen had no trouble whatsoever handling his big dong. I'm not sure how long all this continued, but before I knew it Don informed her he was about to cum. "You about ready?" he grunted, "I'm almost there!" "Ooooohh...ooooohh....yessssss lover.......just.......ummm...... Just pull out .....ahhhh.....when you cum!" "No way," Don panted, "I'm gonna cum inside you...I'm gonna make you pregnant...you ready??" "Okay," she gasped, "Go....ummmmm.......go ahead......make me pregnant..........ooooohhh.....I'm your baby now!" "Here goes!" "Oh yessss!" Karen practically screamed as he filled her vagina with sperm, "I'm cumming tooooo....give it to me baby..... oooooooooooohh.....don't stop......not yet......ummmmmm......... ummmmmmmmmmmmmm....make me pregnant baby! Oh please, make me pregnant! Ooooooooooooh, I love you!" On that note Don's powerful penis pushed my beautiful wife over the edge and she came with a loud cry. Don's ass cheeks tightened as he delivered his seed deep within her belly. After which he practically collapsed on top of her. Karen and Don remained in that position for several minutes while each of them caught their breaths. When he finally eased back and removed his garden hose, a large glob of cum oozed out of her pussy and dripped down onto the counter. When Karen sat up straight, that's when she noticed me standing there. "Oh no!" she gasped in horror. Quickly she grabbed her shorts and top, pulled them on and darted out the door in tears. Don started to apologize for what he'd done but I told him not to say anything, adding that there isn't a man alive who wouldn't fuck my wife if given the opportunity. With that I picked up her sandals and panties then left the room. The ride home seemed to last forever. While Karen sat in the passenger's seat crying, I drove home quietly. Occasionally I would steal a glance or two her direction, but that was about it. Inside I had mixed emotions about what I'd just witnessed. Although the image of Don humping her was burned into my mind, so were her passionate exclamations as he was delivering his seed. I glanced over at her crotch. She told him to make her pregnant and locked within those tight-fitting shorts was another man's seman. She also told him that she loved him. Although I was reasonably certain it was the passion talking, how was I to know. Before this all happened, I figured the only way to quench this perverted little fire was with another man's cock. Now I was forced to wonder wether we'd simply thrown gasoline on it. Nothing was spoken until after Karen finished a long hot shower. Afterward she joined me on the bed wearing a black t-shirt that resembled a short nightie on her. As we laid there in bed, Karen apologized for what had happened, explaining that she never meant to cheat on me, it's just that everything happened so quickly. But that much I understood. Karen has a powerful sex drive and once she gets going it's hard to get her stopped. "What about the pregnancy thing?" I inquired. "I don't know where that came from," she answered, "It just popped out. I guess subconsciously I thought it would turn him on." "It certainly did that," I agreed. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I won't get that way. I'm on the pill, you know." "But you told him you loved him." "I know," Karen sniffled, "I'm sorry. It--it, well, it just felt so good, I--I don't why I blurted out something like that. It's just automatic, I guess, like when I'm with you." "Okay," I accepted. It was a good answer. And come to think of it, probably the truth. Looking back I suddenly realized that almost every time we have sex she expresses her love for me during an orgasm. "Are you mad at me?" she finally asked. "No," I sighed, "I'm not mad. A little hurt maybe, but not angry. I just figured that if it was ever going to happen I'd be a part of it. I had no idea it would happen behind my back." "Like I said, Honey, I didn't mean for it to." "I know. But I know how horny you can get. I'm afraid that next time I might not walk in on it." "There won't be a next time," she promised with a kiss, "I'll never let myself get in that situation again. Not with out your approval, that is." Karen and I laid there silently for a long time as each of us considered the situation at hand. Fortunately I knew her well enough to know she was sincere. But just before I could reach out and give her a reassuring hug, she spoke up softly. "You know," she didn't much more than whisper, "I've actually been with another man now." "I know," I replied, slipping my arm around her lovingly, "How was it?" "I think you know the answer to that question," she softly reached over and caressed my chest, "How was it for you?" With that I pulled her close for a long sexy kiss. "How about I just show you?" "Oooooh, I'd like that, baby." With a smile on my face I reached up under Karen's nightshirt and carefully spread her thighs. I was pleasantly surprised to find her underwear were missing. As I moved into position, I felt her soft little hand guide me to her prize. Needless to say, my prick stood out like a telephone pole. "Oooooooh my goodness," she cooed, "Is that for me?" "Absolutely." Karen slipped off her nightshirt as I gently slid up inside of her warm and waiting vagina. For some reason I was surprised to find that her pussy was every bit as tight as it always had been. I guess one giant peter hadn't changed a thing. "I love you, Sweetheart," Karen whispered as I began moving in and out slowing, allowing my precious bride to feel every rigid inch. "I love you too, Karen," I responded as I leaned forward and kissed her tender lips. Beneath me I could feel the warm sensation of her naked breasts against my chest. For the first time in a long time there were no other men -- no other fantasy lovers -- in our bed. It was just her and I and no one else. And there never has been since. the end.