"by Joe the Cuckold"

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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