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Watching My 45 Year Old Wife Fuck Another Man

How could she do this to me?  My wife was making love with another
man and I had to watch it! Ours had been a story book tale of love
and marriage.  Even though I was a bit older than Kate, we had known
25 years of tried and true, faithful love to each other.  We were
what seemed to be the All American couple, three lovely children who
were now out on their own, positive contributors to society, Kate
sang in the church choir on Sunday, was former president of the local
PTA, was known to be an excellent wife and mother.  I had a nice
business going that supported us nicely but not extravagantly.  We
were respected members of the community with no hint of scandal or
playing around. 
Kate and I had not been high school sweethearts, even though we had
gone to the same school. I had graduated 3 years before she and went
immediately into the Navy.  When I was home on leave a friend had his
girlfriend set me up with her on a blind date. When I first laid my
eyes on her I knew this tall nicely proportioned red headed girl was
THE ONE!  At the end of our date I told her I was going to marry her.
She thought I was just playing a line, she had heard about sailors
and their girls in every port reputation.  It had taken me four years
of dates when home on leave, countless letters and dozens of phone
calls, but three months after her 20th birthday I slipped my ring on
the third finger of her left hand and made her my wife.  I loved her
and still do with an ardent passion that time has not diminished.  As
a sailor, I had had a few sexual encounters, but they all ended when
I met Kate.  She had told me on our wedding night she was a virgin
and I never had reason to disbelieve her.  Neither of us in all the
years, through good times and bad had ever strayed, and we both had
had ample opportunity.  Our love for each other had kept us true,
faithful. 
Kate was in the arms of her lover for the night, standing on the
balcony to our room, lanai as they call it here in Hawaii, kissing
him passionately while his hands roamed over my wife’s body, while I
sat in a chair near the bed.   My mind retraced the events leading to
this scene.  Since the kids were gone and on their own we had decided
to spend Christmas in Hawaii.  Just before leaving for Oahu, on the
trip which was to be the real “honeymoon” we never had, Kate dropped
a bomb in my lap and shattered everything I had ever thought about my
wife.  She had told me while we were in Hawaii, she wanted to..to
have sex with other men.  She rushed on clearly embarassed at her
confession…she said I had my time to play the field while I was in
the Navy and she had kept herself pure for her future husband.  Now
that the children were grown, she wanted to see what she had missed.
She told me it had been a long held fantasy of many years and it was
only fair.  I had my time to sow “wild oats” now it was hers.  I was
not pleased with this to say the least but after much
argument/discussion she wrangled a promise out of me to go along with
her desires, after all, her logic went, “whats good for the gander is
good for the goose!”
She had said we would go “shopping” for her together.  Her confession
put a king sized damper on my enjoyment of our trip.  Every man Kate
looked at or spoke to, in my mind became a possible lover for my
wife.  I wondered was Kate “shopping” when she spoke to other men or
was it just casual conversation?  My tormented mind and soul found
out the third night we were on Oahu.  While we were getting dressed
for the evening, she kissed me and told me that she thought tonight
would be a good night for “shopping.”  My heart leaped into my mouth.
I saw a look in her eyes that I had never seen before.  Kate moved
away from me wearing only her panties, her fine figure a sight to
see.  I could see through her thin panties the lush scarlet bush that
covered her Mound of Venus.  I was instantly hard with lustful
thoughts.  At 45, my wife was still a fine looking woman.  Tall at 5′
8 inches and not overweight like many of her friends, holding her own
at 135.  Her hair was cut short and was a fine natural red, not
flaming red but a beautiful auburn, her proud breasts were full, and
were dusted with a light covering of freckles.  A feature of my wife
that I found sexy as hell.  My stomach tossed as I was thinking soon
she would be offering this body, this body that until tonight only I
had known its pleasures. 
I had read of wives who had done what mine was preparing to do and
they had dressed like tarts. Not my Kate.  She had always dressed
conservatively and tonight was really no different, but yet there was
a difference.  She had bought a dress in the ladies shop in the
hotel…a beautiful just above the knee, filmy like thing that was
thin but not see through.  It had white and red and blue squares in
vertical lines that brought just enough color to make accessorizing
it simple.  A single strand of white pearls from Japan and white
sandal highheels completed the ensemble.  Oh and one more thing.  In
25 years she had never taken off her wedding ring.  It was still on
her hand.  She had chosen her outfit well, and she looked like a
vison of sexual delight.  Then I realized what the difference was.
There was nothing under that dress but my Kate.  Her legs were nice
and tan from laying in the sun and nylons were unnecessary, the
highheels shaping her legs and defining her calves.  The dress was
close fitting and formed to her but was not tight, setting off her
attractive figure.   Her breasts pressing against the thin fabric
were stimulated by the material.  Her distended nipples made
themselves clearly visible under the filmy bodice.  An obvious and
unconcealable giveaway to her heightened sexual state.  She looked
exactly like what she was….an attractive middle aged woman who was
out for fun!  My heart was breaking because I had hoped she would not
be able to find anyone interested in her evenings plans.  Looking
like she did dashed that hope.  I concluded the problem would be
keeping men away!
We went to dinner in the hotel then checked out several different
night clubs until we found one she liked.  It was full of men and
women mostly couples but many singles of both sexes, but their median
age was at least 15-20 years younger than ours.  She had confided she
wanted a “young stud.”  I wilted when she said it.  The implication
was clear.  I no longer satisfied her sexual needs.  We had drinks
and danced, and soon the men found she was an available dance
partner.  Over the course of about two hours Kate danced with several
younger men, both fast and slow dances.  Kate is an excellent dancer
while I am barely adequate.  This thought also contributed to my
dismay.  My wife was clearly enjoying the attention of the men and in
all the time I had only danced with her twice.  It was obvious to all
who paid any attention to her that Kate was “shopping.”  I looked
around the room and noticed a few other ladies of my wife’s age, but
none were as lovely or as popular.  The men watched her as she
danced, her fine shapely legs moving witht he music…her hips
swaying rhythmically, her unfettered breasts moving under the black
filmy dress, the still hard nipples trying to poke their way through
the material.  Throughout the evening she had danced with many men
and as the evening wore on she had narrowed the field to two good
looking men and danced only with them. 
She was dancing to the “Lonely Bull” with a young man I guessed to be
about 30 or a year or so less.  Not a pretty boy but the kind of
cruel good looks women fall for.  Tall, dark and handsome, a young
Sean Connery I thought.  He held her close as they danced, her head
rested on his shoulder.  I could see her lips moving as they danced,
was she singing quietly to him or whispering words of love?  He had
danced with Kate many times before, more than any of the others.
After each dance the men had escorted her back to our table but none
had joined us.  But this time I knew he would stay.  His hands were
moving about my wife’s body caressing her as they danced, down her
back onto her fine round ass, then back up her sides to her
shoulders, down along the outside of her hips and thighs.  Kate
tilted her head back and he kissed her.  Her mouth opened and I saw
his tongue probe between her teeth.  It was obvious to me and to
everyone else,  Kate had made her choice!
She brought him to our table and he sat down, Kate making the
introductions.  Zack.  We made small talk and had another drink or
two as he and Kate danced a few more dances.  My stomach was
churning, I was miserable.  I found it intolerable to be forced to be
friendly with this fellow but I put on my best “negotiations face”
and smiled.  In a way I couldn’t blame the guy.  He was just out for
an evening of fun and he had found a willing lady.  It didn’t matter
to him she was another man’s wife.  My Wife.  My prayers had gone
unanswered.  This interloper I knew would soon be fucking my wife.
They sat down he was on her left, I on her right but further away.
She smiled at him and kissed him playfully.  I died.  He placed a
hand on her thigh and she kissed him again, this time with more
passion.  I saw him slide his hand down her thigh and back up again,
obviously going under the hem.  He caressed her and she shifted
postion as they kissed, her hand went to his face and then slid
slowly to his lap.  Even in the relative darkness, I and anyone who
was watching could see them petting.
My wife is not a prude.  In our sexual repetoir we have tried many
things, but public exhibitionism wasn’t one of them.  Kate had very
fixed ideas on what was proper public behavior and this certainly
wasn’t it!  It must have been the alcohol, or the distance from home,
or the idea of fantasy fulfillment for her to act this brazen.  His
hand came up to her breast and squeezed. She moaned…then gasped as
he pinched her nipple.  I cringed.  I wanted to cry, seeing him grope
my wife.  He looked at me, giving me an odd look, then said matter of
factly, “its time.”  Kate looked at him and nodded.  I asked her if
she was sure?  She whispered…”Yes, lets go before… before the
lady looses her nerve!”  I took heart at hearing this.  My wife
wasn’t completely sure of herself!  But by the way he held her and
she clung to him, I knew unless some miracle happened and soon, my
wife would be his for the taking.  Kate and I and Zack left together,
she on his arm, me trailing like a sick dog behind. 
Now here we are in our room in the Tower of the Royal Hawaiian high
above Waikiki, on what was our 25th Anniversary trip, our “second
honeymoon.”  Kate and Zack were taking their time.  This was not
going not be a quickie, slam bam thank you ma’am.  They came to stand
by the bed, my wife’s countenance was flushed with the alcohol and
desire was on her face and in her eyes.  Zack’s hands were roaming
freely over my wife’s body, feeling and fondling her breasts,
pinching her nipples through the thin filmy black fabric, caressing
her face…she kissed his hand, he grabbed both of her ass cheeks and
drew her to him crushing her pubic mound against the huge bulge in
his trousers. He undid the belt that held her dress closed and her
dress opened and fell to the floor.  Without hesitating he knelt
before her, hooked his fingers in her sheer panties and tugged them
down and off of her. Absent mindedly, he threw them aside and they
struck me in the chest as I sat in the chair.   I held them in my
hands and noticed they were wet with Kate’s moisture and
heavy with her scent.
My heart beat rapidly, I had a hard time breathing.  Here was my wife
of twenty-five years standing totally naked before Zack, this total
stranger, without a hint of embarassment.  Exposing herself to him,
letting him see what no other man had seen before, only I.  He
exclaimed, “My God, Kate….you are stunning!”  His hungry eyes
feasted upon the sight of my naked wife…her fine proud freckled
breasts jutting before him, the smoothness of her milky white skin
from throat to hips, the soft swell of her tummy, and the auburn fur
over her pussy, the long tan legs and nice rounded ass.  I had to
agree.  Kate at 45, was stunning.  He took her in his arms and again
they kissed with passion.  Kate ground her lush scarlet bush into his
hard manhood…gasping huskily, “I want you Zack. Tonight I am
yours.”  I sat there hoping to appear impassive, but inside I was
crying.  But they didn’t notice me.  I was irrelevant.  Zack had his
piece for the night and Kate had her lover.
Kate tilted her head back and closed her eyes as her lover kissed her
ear and worked his way down her throat onto her shoulders and
eventually onto her breasts.  He nibbled and kissed her nipples as
his hands explored her body.  His hand lingered on her red carpeted
pubic mound, massaging her bush while his lips and teeth worried her
nipples.  Kate stood for him allowing his fingers to enter her labia
and find her clit.  He manuevered his fingers over her “pearl” giving
it special attention until her hips were writhing in a circular
motion and she was whimpering softly to his ministrations.  Suddenly
she began a rapid to and fro bucking of her hips and she whined
louder and with obvious sexual passion …”MMmmm …. MMmm ….. good
…so good…. MMmm… MMmm…yes…yes…..”  I was in a perfect
position to see his hands exciting her and knew my loving wife was
having her first orgasm literally at the hands of another man.  I saw
his fingers wet with her fluid.  The air was heavy with her scent and
passion.  I was dying inside.  How could she do this to me?
Zack finally looked over at me and gave me look that said it all.
“What kind of fool are you to hand over your wife, a wife as fine as
Kate, to allow another man to take her in your presence?”  Zack
lifted Kate on to the bed and laid her on her back and she
automatically opened her thighs presenting her womanhood to him.  As
her legs spread I saw a startling sight.  Kate keeps her pubic hair
neatly trimmed, but for this special occasion she had shaved her
pussy lips.  They were bare as the day she was born and completely
exposed….an inviting sight to be sure and it was offered to Zack!
I closed my eyes and prayed, “No God, please no…”  Placing himself
between her silky thighs he pressed his face to her sopping slit.
Just before his head blocked my view of my wife’s waiting pussy, I
saw it was wet and her upper thighs were moist from her juices.
Juices secreted in anticipation of a rapidly approaching illicit
fornication.
Expertly he tasted the delights of Kate’s womanhood, licking and
tongueing, probing and nibbling.  Using his tongue as a mini penis,
thrusting between her pussy lips and into her love canal, he explored
and pleasured my wife.  Kate, no quiet one to begin with, moaned and
groaned with sexual excitement….”oh yes, OH My God Yes!  I love it.
Don’t stop Darling.”  DARLING?  My fragile ego shattered into a
million pieces.  Zack pushed her legs up towards her head and spread
them wide, obscenely further exposing my wife’s most private and
intimate parts to his open view.  He lifted his head and looked over
his shoulder at me.  A devilsihly wicked look was on his face.  A
face covered in the wetness of my wife’s sexual pleasure.  He WANTED
me to see my wife like this.  Exposed and vulnerable.  I was angry,
white hot with rage in my mind.  But my exterior was stonefaced.  I
wouldn’t let him know in the slightest how much this bothered me.
Besides, I had promised Kate and a promise is a promise.  No matter
how much it hurt!  He began eating her again and with a fury
unleashed.  Kate was wiggiling her hips and squirming
as he brought her to orgasm. “Oh my..I’m cumming. I’m cummming…oh
yes..good….. MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm….”
Kate hadn’t looked at me since she had Zack had come in from the
lanai.  I didn’t know if it was from embarassment and not wanting to
look me in the face or she had just forgotten I was there.  My wife’s
new found lover was stripping off his clothes and moved to stand by
her head.  His fully erect cock was waving just inches from her face.
He was endowed with a woman pleaser.  Easily 7 plus inches long and
thick.  The end of his proud lance spearheaded by a smooth but large
helmet shaped head.  A long bulging vein ran down the length of his
manhood and his cock grew from a heavily forested patch of hair.  He
was not much bigger than I was but what set him apart from me and
probably many many other men was his balls.  This stud had huevos!
Large tennis ball sized testicles hung from the base of his cock.
The largest of any I had ever seen or even heard of!
My wife rolled her head towards him and with both hands took hold of
his phallus.  Kate then kissed the head of his cock with her sweet
lips and then opening her mouth she took the large helmeted head into
her mouth.  I cried in my mind…”Please No!”  But no one heard.  She
held his huge balls in each hand and squeezed and massaged them, as
she sucked on his cock.  I could see her tongue working in her mouth
on his shaft, knowing full well the pleasure she was giving him,
because she had done exactly that to me many many times in our sexual
activites…my jealousies surged.  My Wife!  Zack looked down at Kate
laying there totally naked with her legs still spread wide.  She’s my
wife and she’s sucking his cock!  He reached down pinched her nipples
with his right hand and his left found her mound…rubbing it, then
sliding over the edge where his finger disappeared between her bare
shaved naked lips.  His finger discovered her love canal and poked
inside, followed by another finger, then one more.  Zack rapidly
finger fucked my wife’s wet snatch, his thumb working on her clit,
her mouth and tongue sucking and licking on his hard erect pole.  I
was sick. 
Kate’s hips began the all too familiar movement and I knew she was
nearing another climax…shit that’s number 3 and he hasn’t even
fucked her yet!  My God he knows how to make a woman get hot!  No
wonder Kate chose him from all of the others tonight.  Did he exude
some kind of smell or look that told women he was a woman pleaser?
My wife was making throaty sounds as she came nearer and nearer to
orgasm.  Her pussy lips were red and swollen from the stimulation
first from his mouth and then his fingers.  “Jesus!” she cried, and
love juice flowed from her pussy into his hand, as she came.  Zack
wiped the wetness onto the head of his cock as my wife let it slip
from her mouth.  His cock was covered in her saliva and he coated it
with her wetness.
Zack moved between her spread thighs..”.Oh my God its about to
happen” I silently screamed!  Kate had had her eyes closed while she
had sucked his cock but now they were wide open and looking at Zack.
I doubted if she could see me just a few feet away, as she had a
lustful look in her glazed eyes that was for her lover alone.  “Kate
please no, for the love of God please no. stop now.  Don’t do it!” I
prayed.  But in my heart of hearts I knew it had gone way way too
far.  Kate knew what she wanted and nothing on God’s green earth was
going to stop her.  Not now.  Not in her super heightened state of
sexual desire.  He held his cock in his hand and moved it close to
her waiting pussy…just millimeters away.  My wife looked into
Zack’s face and with a lustful throaty husky sex laden voice said,
“Take me Zack.  I am only yours.  I want your cock in me.  Please
give it to me now.  Fuck me….please Fuck me.”  “Oh Kate!”
Zack placed the helmeted head of his proud pulsating protuberant
prick against the lips of my wife’s pussy.  His cock a large fleshy
spearhead ready to impale its victim.  I closed my eyes not wanting
to see her violation.  Praying against hope that something would stop
this obscenity.  Something forced me to open my eyes.  Zack was
poised…Kate was definitely ready to receive him, she placed her
hands on the insides of her thighs and then moved them around to the
backs of her knees drawing them up to her chest and spreading them
even wider than before, fully exposing her hairless womanhood to
Zack.  I sat in the chair my face impassive but my blood was
boiling…I was lightheaded.  For the second time Zack looked at me
giving me a contemptuously evil look and this time he spoke, “Watch
carefully pal, I’m going to FUCK your wife Kate!”   Zack forcefully
thrust his hips forward, the spearhead driving between her labia into
her pussy, down the birth canal, until his rock hard cock was fully
buried in my wife’s vagina.  “NO!”  I silently screamed
again.  “OH God, NO!  NO!  NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” 
Kate inhaled sharply and then exhaled, “OH…Oh…Oh!”  Zack quickly
began thrusting not waiting for passion to build.  He looked over at
me and grinned the devilish contemptuous grin.  He wanted to fuck my
wife and he was going to do it!  Now!  I knew he was glorying in the
fact I was there watching him, seeing his cock gliding in and out of
my wife’s pussy.  Kate’s hands were running up and down his chest
feeling his pectorals, then moving down his washboard abdomen to just
above his pubic hair.  Using her nails she scraped her fingers
lightly there, causing the muscles to involuntarily twitch.  “OH
Kate.  Why?” I cried again.  Zack put his hands on the back of Kate’s
knees and pushed them even further up.  He was ramming his cock in
long full length strokes deep in her quim.  On each out stroke I
could see his shaft glisten with her juices. 
He pistoned his phallus deep into her pussy with the rapidity and
power of a steam locomotive. Kate had her arms above her head her
eyes riveted on Zack’s face.  There was an unmistakeable look of
sexual rapture on my wife’s face as his cock pounded her pussy.  She
was moaning and groaning again and it was evident his forceful
fucking was bringing her to another orgasm.  God, climax number 4!
As my wife went over the top she literally screamed, “ZACK! FUCK ME!”
Then she astounded me with her next screaming outburst, “ZACK FUCK MY
CUNT!”  I couldn’t believe the filthy language my wife was spouting.
She who wouldn’t say shit even if she had a mouthful.  “Fuck Me.
Fuck my Cunt!  OH God yes, Zack, Fuck me with that magnificient cock.
Fuck Me.  FUCK ME.  FUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEE!”
I hated the sight before my eyes.  I prayed to God to strike me blind
so I wouldn’t have to watch this obscene violation of my wife, or at
least to give me the courage to endure this unendureable pain in my
heart.  The lights were on full, the drapes open wide.  I was sure
the neighbors could hear her screaming through the open sliding door
to the lanai.  I squirmed and sat uneasily in my chair.  I couldn’t
stand it anymore I had to get up. I walked to the furthest part of
the room.  But my eyes were drawn unescapably to the figures coupling
on the bed.  Zack was fucking my wife. Zack was Fucking My Wife.
ZACK WAS FUCKING MY WIFE!!!!  Kate was My Wife.  MY WIFE!  OH Kate,
why why are you doing this?  How could you do this to me?  An icy
hand took hold of my heart and I knew, assuredly as Kate was my wife.
I knew our marriage had just changed for ever.  Never would she be
the same Kate.  My pure Kate, the mother of my children was getting
fucked by another man.  I wondered if our marriage would hold up.
Could I bear to live with this
obscenity?
Kathryn, Kate.  My Kate.  I love you how could you do this to me?
How can you give yourself so openly, so wantonly to this young stud?
And how can you want me, how can you insist I watch it happen?  You
are my wife Kate.  Through all of our years I have loved and
cherished and adored you.  Never once being unfaithful, never once
breaking my vows to love and honor you, forsaking all others….Oh
Kate.  You are killing me with your wantonness.  I would rather die
than see this.  I wish I had died.  I wish I had died all those years
ago when I fell off of that aircraft carrier into the black of the
Indian Ocean.  Only the love I had for you kept me alive til I was
rescued.  I knew I had to return to you to make you my wife.  OH
Kate.  How can you do this?  I love you with every fiber of my being,
this is torture making me watch him fuck you.  Use you.  He doesn’t
care for you.  You are nothing to him.  A quick easy lay.  He won’t
even remember you in a few days.  You’re nothing but just another
conquest.  I love you Kate.  I have always loved you from that very
first moment.  Why Kate, Why?  I married you, made you my wife, gave
you the seed that became our chilren.  Now he is inside of you his
cock plunging in your canal where our children passed on their way to
birthing.  Oh Kate.  Why?  I have loved you and given you a home,
sheltered and protected you.  Yes protected you remember the thugs
who jumped us downtown.  Three of them came for you with rape in
their heart, lust in their loins.  I stood in their way, taking them
on and giving you the chance to run, delayed them long enough for you
to escape their raping.  They left me cut and bleeding on the ground.
My throat slashed, my arm opened to the bone. And it was all worth it
Kate.  I had saved you.  I was proud to have kept them from you.  I
had done what a husband was expected to do. Protect his wife.  You
Kate, you who were pregnant with our first child.  I still carry his
knife scars to this day. I would do it again Kate. For you. My wife.
OH Kate!
Zack was fucking Kate’s cunt with a power unequaled.  His steel hard
plunging phallus was plundering my wife’s pretty pink pussy.  Her
body was responding to his pounding.  Waves of orgasm were washing
and crashing over her.  Whimpering and crying, moaning and groaning,
and screaming she procalimed to all in hearing distance her sexual
satisfaction.  Her cum and love juices were oozing from her cunt as
his cock withdrew on each stroke.  Her red pubic hair was matted and
wet her cum, her ass crack was dripping and soaked as well as the
insides of her thighs.  He had been fucking her hard for the longest
time, at least 20- 30 minutes. His stamina was amazing.  His huge
balls were slapping hard against my wife’s white wet ass.  I knew he
was nearing his own climax.  His balls tightened up in the scrotum
sack and he was in the short strokes.  I had to grudgingly admire his
technique.  I was witnessing a true Cocksman at work.  He was
definitely laying some serious pipe in my wife’s cunt. 
I had retaken my seat just in time to see him reach his climax.  I
had lost count of Kate’s.  Seven, eight, nine?  His balls constricted
tightly, the muscles in his already firm ass clinched and he
violently thrust himself against Kates’ pelvis trying to bury himself
as deep as possible in her pussy.  Kate grabbed his ass with both
hands helping him drive deep in her and holding him there.  He
emptied his balls into my wife.  “NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I” silently I screamed.  He
wasn’t wearing a rubber and Kate was not on any birth control.
Semen, cum, jism, and sperm squirted from between his cock and the
walls of Kate’s pussy.  Zack’s balls constricted time and time again
6, 7, 8…..pumping my wife’s womb full of his baby making ejaculate.
I prayed Kate was to old for conception.  If not, surely he had just
impregnated her with the copious amount of sperm he had just
deposited deep in her vagina. 
“OH YES BABY” Kate screamed.  “GIVE ME YOUR CUM.  FILL MY CUNT WITH
YOUR SPERM!!”  My humilation was complete.  Even my wife wanted his
child making fluids.  My stomach tossed and churned and I felt I
would vomit.  This pagan infidel had desecrated and despoiled Kate’s
womanhood, the temple where only I had tread and worshipped, with his
youthful phallus and vile seed.  I hung my head in shame, tears
welled up in my eyes, but I forced them through sheer will power to
subside.  I wished I had the guts to gouge my eyes from their
sockets!  When I looked up they were both looking at me.  Kate
smiling at me with the glow of a well fucked woman on her face, Zack
with that evil contemptuous smirk.  “Hey pal.  I just FUCKED YOUR
WIFE and busted MY NUTS  into HER CUNT,” he lustily said.  “Kate is a
great piece of ass!”   Hear that Kate, that’s what he thinks of you.
Your’e just a piece of ass.
He got up off of my wife and crawled up to her head and laid his now
soft, but cum covered cock on her lips.  Kate began licking his cock,
cleaning it with her tongue and mouth and in her ministrations soon
had it hard and erect again.  He laid on his back and with out any
direction, Kate straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his
waiting shaft.  With her hands on her upper thighs she began moving
up and own on his pole.  Slowly at first but quickly increased her
tempo.  He placed his palms on her tits and then squeezed them hard
making her wince in pain.  He pinched and pulled on the nipples
making her tits appear pointed.  Kate was grunting with each downward
motion…”UH…UH…UH.”  He grabbed my wife’s ass cheeks tightly and
spread her wider til she bottomed out on his phallus.  Pelvic bone to
pelvic bone.  She was reaching another climax and cum was flowing
from her pussy, down his cock onto his pubic hair, soaking it in a
widening area.  I looked away for a second but my eyes were forced to
witness her self impalement upon his cock. Kate Fucked his cock.
Yes, she fucked his cock, doing all of the work for a long time as
more climaxes wracked her body and she whimpered, moaned, groaned,
cried and screamed of her sexual release and delight.
For over three hours Zack and my wife Kate coupled on the bed.  Not
resting once, a true marathon of sucking fucking sexual
release….attaining orgasm and moving on to another position.  Kate
used her mouth and talented tongue to bring his soft cock to life so
he could pleasure her again and again and again.  Missionary, she on
top, doggie, spoons, and even standing from behind.  They did it
everywhere…on the bed, on the floor, on the lanai in open view of
any who cared to look….with the lust and abandon wantoness of the
sex addict.  Zack Fucked Kate.  Fucked her like I had never done and
now at my age could never do.  I feared I had lost my wife to this
cruelly handsome, tall dark stud of a Cocksman.  I cried inside until
my heart couldn’t cry anymore.  I became as numb to their passion as
they were oblivous to my pain.
Zack was leaving and standing in the open door.  Kate stood close to
him, kissed him and thanked him for giving her the “Fucking of her
life.”  Even in the lateness of the hour the hallway was not
deserted.  From my chair I saw a man and wife we had lunch with the
day before go by.  They both saw Kate was unashamedly naked in the
open door kissing her lover, Zack, good night.  I only had a glimpse
of their faces but the shock of recognition had clearly registered.
Zack strode over to me and retrieved from my hands the panties I had
been holding all evening.  “I’ll take these, I need a souvenir,” he
cruelly said as he looked at my naked wife standing in the open door,
“Thanks pal….I really enjoyed FUCKING YOUR WIFE!” 
I watched him walk out the door and give Kate’s tit one last squeeze.
I looked at them as they stood there for a second.  I hated him for
what he had taken from me.  And I hated her for what she had
willingly given him.  I know if I had had a gun I would have shot
them both dead because of what they had done to me.  Kate closed the
door and had a satiated look on her face.  I stood up and looked at
my wife.  She was a mess.  Her body was red from the contact with
his, hand and finger marks on her full freckle covered tits and round
ass, whisker burns on the insides of her silky thighs.  Cum was
drying between her thighs, in her matted scarlet bush, on her face,
in her hair and was freshly oozing from her shaven labia.  Tears
again welled up in my eyes, my lips quivered as I tried to speak, my
voice cracked….”OH Kate!  How could you?”  I fell to my knees and
hung my head not wanting to face this harlot who had been my innocent
wife just a few torturous hours before.
Kate ran to me and knelt before me, reached out touching my face with
her hands.  She said, “My poor Darling.  This hasn’t been easy for
you I know.”  Tears were flowing from my eyes as she lifted my head
and drew me to her.  She kissed me soft and gently.  She looked into
my pain wracked eyes, “I love you for it.  More than ever.  Tonight
you have proved your love for me.”  Through my tear filled eyes, and
quivering lips I croaked, “Proved my love for you?  Haven’t I already
done that?  She looked at me, her eyes drifting to gaze upon my neck,
her hand caressing my scar.  Kate hung her head in shame at the
remembrance of how I got it.  She whispered, “Yes you have.  I’m so
sorry for what this has done to you.”  Crying still I asked her, How
could you Kate…how could you do this..how could you do this and
make me watch it?  Just knowing it happened, just knowing another man
had taken you would be pain enough but…but…to actually see
you…see you naked and so unembarassed, acting so brazenly sluttish
…f..f..fucking this stranger like some cheap wh…wh…whore.  And
then not even caring I was there to witness your violation.  OH Kate,
I want to die.”
“Oh my poor Darling…don’t you realize?  I WAS embarassed, terribly
so, to be acting so slutishly wanton and to have you see me that way,
especially since all of our life I have been so…so pure. Don’t you
realize I couldn’t have done it without you there?  YOU were..,are my
rock.  The rock whose tremendous strength I relied upon to give me
the courage…I was so afraid and at the same so driven to do it.
Don’t you realize this is the ONLY place, the ONLY time I could ever
do this?  I couldn’t do this back home in Merced, chancing someone
would find out and tattle it all over town, embarassing us, and our
children, holding you up as the cuckolded husband.  For over 20 years
I have had the secret desire to…to know the experiences you had
known before we married.  I have been tremendously jealous knowing
you have had other women, and I knowing no others.  Especially, since
that bitch Sally Jensen, gives me the sly looks, and she thinking I
didn’t know you and her had done it.  I had to have you there,
Darling.  HAD TO!  I know it was above and beyond what I, even as
your wife, had any right to expect from you.  I knew you had proved
your love for me Darling, many many times.  Tonight you proved just
how much you really do love me.” 
“I died watching him make love to you Kate,” I croaked.  Kate kissed
me and held me close, “I love you Darling.  But, listen to
me…understand this one so very important thing.   Zack didn’t make
love to me.  He fucked me.  There is a difference.  A very big and
vital difference.  There was no love, no affection between us, just
sex.  I make love to the man whom I love and who loves me.  YOU are
the only man who will ever MAKE LOVE to me.  I swear this to you on
all I hold holy and sacred.  I love you my Darling.  I am still your
wife and I will never ever leave you.  That is if you still want me?
I looked at Kate at her face with his body fliuds still damp on it.
I loved her so much.  My heart was broken but I still loved her and
wanted her for my wife.  No matter what she had done I still wanted
her.  “Of course I want you Kate.  You’re my wife,” I sobbed. Kate
huged me and kissed me some more,  “I truly don’t deserve you my
Darling.  I promise you I will never cheat on you at home and only
you will make love to me here.  Other men will only fuck me and not
make love to me.  Do you understand, Darling?” She was smiling that
sweet sweet smile I had seen on her face a hundred million times.
But hearing her words caused that icy hand to grip my heart once
more.  “When you fuck other men?  You mean you are…you
are…going…going to do this again,” I whispered, barely
being able to form the words?
She looked at me with tender defiance in her eyes.  “Yes Darling.  I
am.  Fair is fair.  We’ve always shared things in our marriage, as
evenly as possible.  This is no different.  You’ve admitted to me you
had five others, and I want the same experience as you.”  “But Kate,”
I stammered, “I hadn’t married you…didn’t..didn’t even know you
when that…those happened.”  My wife of 25 years stood her ground
saying, “I can’t help that Darling.  I want what you have and I’m
going to have it!  Besides, you promised.”  I saw the look in her eye
and the tilt of her head.  I knew from many years of living with
Kate, when she gets that look on her face and holds her head like
that, there’s no way she’s going to be talked out of it.  She’s made
her mind up and that was that!
I was beaten, she would break my heart again and again and again and
again.  But I loved her.  Loved her too much, too much maybe for my
own good.  But Kate was MY Wife and I took my wedding vows seriously.
I guess this was what the priest meant when he said, “in good times
and in bad.”  I sighed, “Ok, you win.  But don’t expect me to like it
or them or be there, OK?”  Kate smiled and kissed me sweetly,
tenderly, with the love I had known for 25 wonderful years, caressed
my face,and said, “When I fuck other men your GOING to be there and
you’re GOING to help me pick them out, she said triumphantly.  We
will go shopping together.  “OH NO!”  My heart leaped into my throat.
Kate saw the dismay in my eyes and said with excitement in her voice,
“Darling this is my Christmas present and there are only “four”
shopping days left till Christmas!”

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