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"I’m not asking you to go to bed with him!"

"Then what are you asking me to do?"

"You are being very cool towards him. I’m just asking 
that you be nice to him."

"Of course I’ve been acting cool towards him, and with 
good reason. You know he has been coming on to me, 
making advances whenever he has an opportunity."

We were having the same discussion again. It all had to 
do with Carl, my boss. I knew he was attracted to 
Karen, and had been making overtures. However, there 
was a great deal at stake here. There was a major 
position opening in the company, and it was clear that 
the position would be filled by either Don or me, and 
it was going to be very close. Carl indicated that it 
would be one of us, and he had not made a decision yet.

I was anxious, Don and I were both striving to perform 
at our highest level, and I knew it was going to be 
close. I thought his attraction to Karen might make a 
difference in my favor, and I was hoping that she would 
be more cordial towards him. I knew he had been making 
advances to her; this happened at social occasions when 
we were together, and especially where there was a 
dancing opportunity. He would hold her too close when 
they were dancing, and would try to caress her, even 
suggesting that they should get together. She rebuffed 
him, and later told me about this, but I would make 
light of the matter.

After work one day Carl asked me to have a drink with 
him, and of course I accepted, and we headed for the 
favorite watering hole. After a couple of drinks he 
mentioned that he was still considering which one of us 
would get the new position. Then he skillfully changed 
the subject to Karen, stating how much he admired her, 
how beautiful he thought she was, and what a great 
asset she would be as an executive’s wife.

I had a sense of where this was going. Then he said 
that she didn’t seem to like him, and I hastened to 
reassure him that this wasn’t so. He smiled and said he 
hoped his perception was wrong. He proceeded to subtly 
hint that he would be favorably disposed to my 
promotion if Karen would be a bit more social, more 
engaging. He went on to say that having an open and 
friendly wife was very important as the partner of a 
senior executive, especially one of Karen’s beauty. 
When we parted I wondered just how social and friendly 
he wanted her to be.

I can understand his attraction to Karen-she was tall, 
with a regal beauty, and she kept herself in shape by 
regular exercise. Dark hair surrounded a lovely face, 
and her figure was a magnet for many male gazes. Firm 
high breasts, a slim waist, and lovely rounded hips 
flowing into long perfectly formed legs completed the 
picture-a classic beauty.

Carl had a reputation in the company as a womanizer, 
and more than one employee had fallen victim to his 
charms. Also he exercised considerable clout as the 
owner of our sizeable company. In addition he was 
attractive and could be quite charming when he wanted 
to be, so there weren’t many women who resisted him. 
Also the buzz was that he was very well endowed. These 
things taken together meant that most of his conquests 
were not difficult.

Karen was aware of his reputation; she had heard the 
gossip, and she also heard about his sizeable organ. 
She told me that she wasn’t about to be another of his 
conquests. Outwardly I supported her, but privately I 
was very ambivalent. The job, with the additional money 
and the prestige, was something I had long worked for, 
and it was so close.

I asked myself if I would want Karen to accommodate 
him. To get this job would I allow her to be taken by 
him, to have sex with him? The thought was abhorrent to 
me. She had always been faithful to me, and even though 
she had many opportunities to stray, she had never done 
so. In my mind I visualized her lying under him, taking 
him into her, being used by him, and I cringed at the 
picture. There had to be another way to get this job 
without my wife succumbing to him.

Soon there was another social occasion when our 
appearance was mandatory, a company banquet, and I 
spent some time pleading with my wife to be nice to 
him, to be more outgoing and social. Again I mentioned 
the job, and she finally promised to try to be more 
cordial.

The banquet went as expected, starting slowly, 
increasing in volume as the drinks took effect. Dinner 
with wine was followed by a speech by Carl, exhorting 
all of us to increase productivity. Don and his wife 
sat on one side of Carl and his wife, and Karen and I 
were on the other side. After dinner and more drinks 
the dancing began. 

I danced with my wife, and it wasn’t long before Carl 
asked her to dance. He didn’t try to hold her too 
close, and his hand didn’t slide below her waist. But 
as the evening progressed, and he danced with her 
again, he became a little bolder, bringing her closer 
to him, his hand slipping below her waist. At that time 
she tried to pull back a little, but he was still 
holding her close as he talked to her. After that dance 
she wanted to go home and we left.

She again complained about him. "He was pulling me in 
so close I could feel his erection. And he was sliding 
his hand down to my butt. I was embarrassed, and I hope 
that no one else saw what he was doing. You’re lucky I 
didn’t slap him."

"I know it wasn’t very pleasant for you, but thanks for 
not offending him."

It wasn’t long after that when Carl’s wife invited us 
to dinner. Karen didn’t want to go, but I said we 
absolutely had to go; it was a command performance. 
Finally she agreed saying "as long as his wife is there 
I won’t have to worry about him pawing me."

We had cocktails, dinner with wine, and our host made 
sure our glasses were filled, so we were quite mellow 
by the time dinner was over. I was helping Linda in the 
kitchen when I heard Karen’s audible whisper "please 
Carl, please." Linda paid little attention to the 
voices in the other room. I made an entry to the living 
room to find my flushed wife on the sofa with Carl; she 
was tugging her skirt down and moving away from him. I 
said only that it was time to go, and Karen agreed, so 
we said our good-nights, thanking them both and started 
home. 

She complained all the way there about him coming onto 
her when they were alone in the living room. (I had 
purposely left them together when I went into the 
kitchen to help Linda.) And obviously he took advantage 
of his brief time alone with her. She said he surprised 
her with a quick kiss, and very soon he slipped his 
hand under her skirt, and it was then that I heard her 
complaining. She was quite upset and wondered why his 
wife hadn’t intervened. She thought he wouldn’t try 
anything as long as his wife was there. I also wondered 
why she tolerated his behavior.

A few days later Carl asked me to have a drink with him 
after work, and I wondered what this was about, and of 
course I accepted. I think I knew why, and after the 
second drink I found out that I had guessed right. He 
brought up the subject of my wife again, and this time 
he was more intense.

He stated again that he found her very attractive, very 
beautiful. I was silent as he continued. He said that I 
was a very strong candidate for the new position, and 
he hoped my wife understood how important it was for 
her to help. He hinted that Don and I were neck and 
neck for the job, and that Karen might swing the 
balance in my favor. Without actually saying it, it was 
plain that if my wife was co-operative the job would be 
mine. I was quite sure that by co-operation he meant 
sex with Karen. I was taken aback, as he was now making 
clear his expectations. He was no longer ambiguous. 

The ball was certainly in my court. I hated the thought 
of him having sex with her, even in the unlikely event 
that she agreed. I pictured her naked, lying under him, 
my boss having his way with her. I didn’t know if I 
could live with that event. I was torn; the job meant a 
great deal to me, but did it mean so much to me that I 
would be willing to sacrifice my own wife to this man? 
Agonizingly, I decided yes, the job meant that much to 
me, but I very much doubted that Karen would go along. 

Carl had been watching me as I considered what he 
wanted. Finally I said that I might agree to this, but 
the big stumbling block would be Karen. He smiled, 
sensing a partial victory. He said "talk to her, tell 
her how important the job is to you. Convince her to be 
co-operative."

"Alright, I’ll try, but I don’t think she will go 
along. She has always been faithful to me."

"You talk to her, and then we can set up a situation 
where I can be alone with her."

"I will talk to her but I can’t promise anything, but 
how would we arrange for you to be alone with her."

He was silent for a few moments, and then he said, "You 
could have me over to dinner when my wife is visiting 
her sister. After dinner I could ask you to go to the 
office and retrieve some important papers for me, 
papers that I would need for a conference out of town 
the next day, and I would not be going to the office 
before leaving for the airport." He looked at me as if 
that was the perfect solution.

I had to admit it was ingenious. But the big stumbling 
block would be my wile. I said as much to him, and he 
said, "Use your power of persuasion."

We settled on a date for him to come to dinner. When I 
got home my wife asked me why I was so late, and I 
explained that I had some drinks with Carl. She wasn’t 
pleased. I went on to say that I had invited him to 
dinner when his wife was gone to visit her sister, that 
it was only courteous to have him for a meal.

She said, "You want to provide him with another 
opportunity to grope me?"

I said, "You could be a lot nicer to him; you know how 
important it is to get the promotion."

"How nice do you want me to be? Maybe let him kiss me, 
maybe even stroke me, get his hands on my breasts, or 
my ass? Or do you want me to go all the way with him? 
Let him do it to me? Tell me what you want me to do to 
help you get this big promotion?"

She was really challenging me. I said "I just want you 
to be nice to him; it wouldn’t hurt if he kissed you, 
or even stroked you a little; I don’t mean for you to 
have sex with him." 

"You know I want to help you, and I would love it if 
you got the promotion, but I hope it doesn‘t mean that 
you want him to fuck me. I said "is that so awful? You 
said in the past that he was very good looking."

"You mean it would be alright with you if I had sex 
with him so you could get the job? Do you know what 
that would make me if I let him fuck me so you could 
the promotion? It would make me a prostitute! Is that 
what you want?" 

She was getting angry, and I said, "Of course not. It’s 
just that he admires you, and it wouldn’t hurt my 
chances if you were nice to him."

She wasn’t placated, but we didn’t discuss it further. 

***

Finally Saturday approached. My wife was resigned to 
having him over, and we planned a very good meal, 
steaks on the grill, some good wines I purchased. I 
asked her to look her best, but she outdid herself. 

After her shower, she put on some very sheer and lacy 
white lingerie, followed by sheer nylons which she 
attached to a garter belt, then a lacy half slip, and a 
gorgeous clinging white dress that hugged her beautiful 
figure. After making up her face she said "does this 
look good enough to influence your boss?" 

I said "you look beautiful," and she did. 

When Carl arrived his eyes opened wide when she saw 
her, and he said, "You look gorgeous!" That was an 
understatement. We had cocktails, followed by a great 
dinner, served with our very good wines. By the time 
desert arrived we were all feeling mellow. I made sure 
to keep Karen’s glass filled.

After desert we had after dinner drinks in our spacious 
family room. Karen was flushed from the drinks, and I 
could see she was just a little tipsy-I had made her 
drinks strong enough.

Finally Carl exclaimed, "Damn! I forgot the papers for 
the conference, and I was going directly to the airport 
tomorrow, but I have to have them." 

I said, "I’ll get them."

"No, it’s my fault, I'll get them."

Again I said I would do it and he finally agreed. My 
wife looked daggers at me, but I ignored her. It would 
take me at least an hour to make the round trip, and of 
course I had the papers in my car.

After I went out the door I put my plan into operation. 
I drove my car to a nearby street, and then went back 
to the house. I had purposely left the back door open, 
and I went silently into the kitchen, and then the 
darkened hallway, where I could observe them. There was 
some music playing, and soon he moved to sit beside her 
on the sofa.

It didn’t take long before he made a move on her. He 
had an arm resting on the back of the sofa behind her, 
and he pulled her towards him, quickly kissing her. She 
was taken aback by the suddenness of his move-she was 
startled, and before she could move or say anything he 
kissed her again, Karen finally breaking the kiss and 
saying, "Please don’t!" She was flushed by this turn of 
events, and she tried to move away from him, but he 
held her firmly, again kissing her, holding her in a 
long kiss before she broke away.

"Please! I can’t let you do anything! Please don’t try 
to do any more!"

"I just want to kiss and hold you a little bit." I was 
quite sure that he wanted to do more than hold and kiss 
her.

He said, "I apologize; I don’t want to do anything 
against your will. You are so beautiful, and I know you 
would be a great asset to the company as the wife of my 
most senior executive." A thinly veiled suggestion that 
she should co-operate with him. My wife got the message 
alright, but I was sure that she would be resolute, 
that she would repulse him. But he wasn’t done yet. 

He began drawing her against him, soon holding her in a 
long kiss as his hand slipped down to her breasts, 
stroking them through her dress and bra. She was 
resisting again, trying to pull away, but he continued 
his caresses, holding her. She began pleading with him 
saying, "P-please don’t do any more. I can let you have 
me; I can’t let you make love to me. I love my husband 
and I can’t do this to him."

That was the opening he needed. "If you love your 
husband and want him to succeed, then you wouldn’t mind 
if I held you and caressed you." Now the gloves were 
off, and she knew where she stood.

"I do love my husband, and I want him to do well, and 
you are attractive but I can’t let you make love to 
me." She didn’t sound convincing, and the drinks she 
had consumed seem to have loosened her inhibitions, but 
she wasn’t losing control. However, Carl was 
persistent.

He reached behind her neck, gripped the zipper on her 
dress and quickly pulled it down to her waist, her 
dress falling open. She gasped, opening her mouth to 
protest, but he covered her mouth with his, cutting off 
her protests. He wasn’t letting up; next pulling the 
dress to her waist, cupping her breast with his hand. 
"Don’t! I can’t do this, please. Please, you mustn’t!"

Again he brought her mouth to his, unsnapping her bra, 
exposing her lovely breasts. Giving her no time to 
recover, he pulled her bra free, and moved his mouth to 
her nipples. He held her firmly, working on her breasts 
till she was gasping, kissing her again. Afraid of 
losing control she abruptly stood up, her dress falling 
to her ankles. Trying to move away she tripped on her 
dress. Carl caught her, lifting her, the dress falling 
off as he laid her on the sofa.

She was becoming alarmed. He was holding her shoulders 
down, kissing her again. When she tried to sit up her 
knees lifted, her lacy slip sliding up, exposing her 
naked thighs above her stocking tops, the straps to her 
garter belt stretched tightly. When she felt his hand 
on her thighs, pushing her slip up further till her 
sheer panties were exposed, "Please, please don’t do 
any more! I can’t let you do it to me." She pleaded 
with him, but he ignored her protests.

Again he covered her mouth with his, continuing his 
caresses till she was trembling, her body flushed. As I 
moved closer I could see that she was aroused, unable 
to control her emotions, even as she continued to 
protest. He was tugging her slip up higher, completely 
exposing her lacy panties, and I know he could see the 
dark hair around her vagina. She resisted his attempts 
to remove her panties saying "I’ve never done this 
before; I never cheated on my husband." At this point I 
thought it was all over, and I had mixed feelings.

Carl said, "What would your husband want you to do?" 

That startled her, and for a moment she was speechless. 
"He probably wouldn’t mind if I had sex with you, let 
you have your way with me. Maybe he would want me to do 
it with you if he thought that would give him the 
promotion." She looked incredibly erotic, laying there, 
her breasts exposed, her slip bunched at her waist, her 
sheer panties through which you could see her garter 
belt, the straps going to her sheer nylons stockings, 
encasing her lovely long legs.

Her momentary hesitation gave him the opportunity to 
slide her panties from under her, pulling them down her 
legs, taking them off. Her vagina now fully exposed, 
surrounded be bushy dark hair. She gasped, pleading 
with him again. 

"Please, I can’t let you do any more," but she was 
vulnerable, naked except for her garter belt and 
stockings. He was kissing her, stroking her breasts, 
caressing her naked thighs above her stockings, pushing 
her thighs open, gasping again as his fingers found the 
lips of her vagina, lightly touching her there. 

He continued his stroking till the lips were pink and 
moist; she gave a little cry as he found her clitoris, 
circling and lifting the delicate bud, spreading her 
legs more. She gasped as he slid a finger into her, 
moaning as he continued his assault on her vagina, his 
thumb rolling her clitoris.

I thought it was all over for my wife, that she would 
soon be laying under him with her legs spread, taking 
his cock into her. Now I was having second thoughts-did 
I want that to happen? Was the promotion that important 
that I would let my own wife be fucked by him? Yes, the 
promotion was that important, and I was also incredibly 
aroused by the erotic scene. I was disembodied, as if I 
was watching another person, not my own wife being 
seduced.

Thinking that she had lost control, and was so aroused 
that she was his for the plucking, he quickly stripped. 
His assessment wasn’t accurate as seeing his very large 
erection galvanized her. "No! No! Please!" She started 
to sit up, but he pressed her down again, holding her 
as he stroked her. She had closed her legs, but he soon 
had them separated again. She was too weak from her 
arousal to put up effective resistance.

He kissed, caressed, stroked her till she was 
whimpering, all resistance gone, surrendering to him as 
he pressed her thighs fully open. My heart was 
pounding, realizing that I was going to see her fucked 
by this man.

There were tears on her face as he mounted her, moving 
his very large and very hard cock towards her wet and 
open cunt. She flinched, gasping as she felt his penis 
touching her. He moved it up and down against her 
vulva, moistening his cock; pressing forward, beginning 
to enter her. 

She groaned as she felt the pressure of his cock 
against her, groaning again as he stretched her, giving 
a cry as her muscles gave way and he entered her. He 
began pushing into her, gradually penetrating her 
further till he impaled her fully, a shrill cry from my 
wife as she was filled with his cock. Watching his cock 
disappearing into her I didn’t think she could take it 
all, but she did.

Her stocking clad legs were splayed wide as he began 
slowly stroking into her, long slow strokes, gradually 
thrusting faster, her hips jerking to his thrusts. At 
this point she said, "P-please don’t cum in me." 

He didn’t reply but began steadily fucking her, Karen 
moaning almost continually, responding to him. He was 
now thrusting powerfully, nearing his climax. She was 
totally out of control, her legs lifting and folding 
over him, her trembling body flushed as she cried out, 
overcome by an overwhelming orgasm, her body shaking. 
She cried, "PULL OUT!!" 

But Carl gripped her ass, holding his cock fully into 
her, groaning as he ejaculated, spurting into her, 
draining his cock. She cried out again as she felt him 
swelling and cumming in her.

It was over, but he took some time before he lifted off 
her, finally removing his shrinking cock, rolling over, 
lying next to her. She began sobbing now, sobbing at 
having been taken like that, and responding to him, 
used by him. Still tearful she said, "I asked you not 
to cum in me. I could get pregnant." 

He didn’t say anything. I don’t think he had any 
intention of pulling out in time. Flooding another 
man’s wife with his cum, possibly getting her pregnant, 
was part of the conquest.

"Hurry! He will be home any minute." 

My boss knew better, but they began dressing as I 
slipped away, returning to my car. After parking in my 
garage, I walked in with the "papers." He got up, 
thanking me, taking the papers and saying good-night. 
After he left I looked at my wife. Her lipstick was 
smeared, eye shadow streaked from her tears, her hair 
loose, her dress rumpled.

She looked at me, "Y-yes, he did it to me! I let him 
screw me! He fucked me and now I hope you’re happy. And 
he fucked me pretty good, and even though I asked him 
to pull out he came in me, and he came a lot. After 
what he did to me I hope you get the job. Was it worth 
it? Was it worth letting your wife fuck another man so 
you could get a promotion? And maybe getting pregnant 
by him? And now, for the first time, you are a cuckold. 
I did what you really wanted me to do, and I enjoyed 
it. I never thought I could cum like that."

We went to bed. After she undressed she sat on the side 
of the bed, opened her legs and said, "Look!" I could 
see the matted pubic hair, the puffy lips, and her 
moist thighs. She said "too bad you weren’t there to 
see what I went through." 

Of course I couldn’t tell that I was there and did see 
what happened. I never let her know that she had been 
set up. But the image of her lying under him, her legs 
spread, watching his cock entering her and filling her, 
thrusting into her till her legs lifted and folded over 
him as she came, and as he filled her with his semen; 
that image was with me for a long time. 

Shortly after this event Carl called me in and smiled 
as he announced that the job was mine, the job that 
Karen had paid for with her body.

II

Life goes on and things finally got back to normal with 
Karen and me. We rarely alluded to her experience with 
Carl, but it was still fresh in both our minds. She did 
not get pregnant by that episode, and that was a 
relief, but one night everything changed. 

I came home from work on Friday, after a particularly 
rough day, and apparently Karen also had everything go 
wrong. As a result, we drank too much before dinner, 
and too much after dinner. She introduced the subject 
of Carl, and it seems that he had been talking to her 
about getting together again, clearly wanting to have 
sex, and she had rebuffed his advances. To me she said, 
"You got the job, so why should I let him do it to me 
again?" Then she said, "It’s too bad you didn’t see 
what he did to me. Then you would know what I went 
through."

I was angry, "I do know what you went through; I was 
there, and I know how much you enjoyed it!" I thought 
oh my god, what have I done, but it was too late to 
retract what I said. She jumped on my confession.

"You were there? You saw what he did to me?" And she 
kept on until I told her what happened -about the 
papers that I was supposed to get, how I had returned 
and watched everything from the hallway. She got the 
details from me, and as I revealed all she got more and 
more angry.

"So you and Carl set me up. You bastard! How could you? 
You arranged for your own wife to get fucked by him, 
just so you could get the promotion, and you stood 
there and watched, watched him seducing me, watched him 
doing it to me, your own wife. Did you enjoy seeing him 
between my legs, putting his cock into me? I guess you 
saw how I came, with my legs around him, and how he 
filled me with his semen. And you saw the whole thing! 
Well, you are not going to get away with setting me up. 
You’re going to pay, and it’s going to be a long time 
before you have sex with me again. And one more thing, 
did you enjoy watching him taking me? Were you excited 
when you saw him doing it to me, fucking me?"

She persisted till I confessed, saying "Yes, I was 
excited watching the two of you." I was kicking myself 
for telling her that I saw everything that happened. 
Nothing more was said until two days later.

She said, "You know I was always faithful to you until 
I did it with Carl, and that’s because you wanted me 
to, so you could get your promotion. Well, things are 
going to change. Don’t expect me to be faithful to you 
any longer. Since Carl is after me, I might let him do 
it to me again since he did it pretty good already. But 
you know that. And since you seem to like watching me 
getting fucked, maybe you can watch again."

I pleaded with her, saying I was sorry, but that didn’t 
help, as she was determined to get revenge.

The first thing she did was some major clothes 
shopping. She ran up some large bills buying plenty of 
lingerie, garter belts, stockings, dresses and skirts 
that were shorter than normal, dresses that hugged her 
beautiful figure. When I complained about the cost she 
just smiled and said, "Since I helped you get your 
promotion, and the extra salary, I think I can spend a 
little of your money."

Another thing that happened took place when she saw 
Carl. When he asked her to have a drink with him she 
agreed, and she told him that she knew that she had 
been set-up, but said that she got over her anger. He 
said he wanted to talk again, and suggested at his 
office on Friday at 5 pm. She thought a meeting at his 
office would be safe, and so she agreed, but she didn’t 
know what he wanted to talk about.

I said, "I don’t think it’s a good idea. I think you 
should cancel." 
  
"Why? Are you afraid that he will try to fuck me again? 
Maybe if he does want to I will let him. What do you 
think of that? You’re the one that started all this. 
Anyway, I’m going to keep the appointment. Maybe he 
wants to give me a job." She was goading me to get a 
reaction.

That afternoon she dressed in her sheerest lacy 
underwear, and a short clinging dress, smiling at me as 
she left.

I waited on pins and needles for her return, and after 
two hours she finally arrived. She looked disheveled, 
so I was quite sure about what happened. Smiling at me 
she said, "You’re guess is correct. He did it to me. He 
screwed me, and I’m sure you want to hear the details. 
But first of all I need a drink." 

We both had one, and she told me in detail about her 
visit to his office.

She said Jan was there when she arrived. (Carl’s 
secretary) She said Jan looked her over, smiled at her 
and announced her arrival to Carl. Then Jan left. Carl 
really looked her over also, and offered her a drink 
since he was through for the day. They had that drink 
and another, and finally Karen asked what he wanted to 
see her about.

He moved to her, pulled her into his arms and kissed 
her. She started to resist, but he kissed her again. 
She resisted again when he started to remove her dress, 
but then she let him take her dress off. She was 
passive as he also took her bra off, caressing her 
breasts. 

Even though he had a large sofa, he took her to his 
desk and pushed her face down, holding her there as he 
pulled her slip up to her waist, then pulling her 
panties to her knees. When he dropped his pants and 
shorts, exposing a very hard cock, she tried to rise up 
again, but he held her down, pushed her thighs apart, 
and started to enter her.

She was humiliated in this position, and he enjoyed 
taking her like this, pushing into her, his hard cock 
stretching her open. She said she cried out again when 
he entered her, and filled her. He took her roughly, 
thrusting powerfully into her again and again till she 
shuddered and cried out as she came. He came soon 
after, and she said she could feel him swelling and 
spurting into her, filling her with his semen. She 
almost collapsed, weak from her orgasm. 

She lay there for a few minutes, bent over his desk, 
feeling his semen moistening her thighs. She said her 
orgasm was more intense because of the way she was 
taken. She finally got herself dressed, and started to 
leave. Jan had come back and she smiled at my wife when 
she left, clearly knowing what happened, embarrassing 
my wife.

"I hope you’re happy now, knowing that your boss has 
fucked your wife again. I’m really getting to enjoy it. 
Maybe it was a good thing, letting your boss fuck me. I 
didn’t know what I’ve been missing." And she told me 
his wife knew that he fucked her, and she didn’t mind. 
In fact she got a kick out of him fucking other women, 
even watching at times. 

I thought this episode would be the last, but next week 
we received another dinner invitation at his home. We 
debated, but finally agreed to go. We were plied with 
drinks before a good dinner, served with wines, and we 
had a pleasant glow by the time dinner was over. Carl 
took my wife’s hand and led her away. She appeared 
reluctant, but went with him, leaving me with Linda, 
who was smiling, blocking me from following. Linda said 
"we’ll go in a few minutes."

We entered the bedroom where Carl was in the process of 
undressing my wife. Her dress was off, and she was 
unresisting as he continued, stripping off her bra, 
then her half-slip, and finally sliding off her sheer 
nylon panties, leaving her in only a garter belt and 
sheer stockings. Carl directed her to the bed, and she 
lay down, stretching out, looking at us. 

He stripped, and advanced on my wife, his firm erection 
leading the way. She opened and lifted her legs, her 
moist pink vulva presented to him. She looked at me as 
he mounted her, directing his cock against her, 
spreading the lips as he pressed forward, opening her.

Her cunt was stretched more as he entered her, a groan 
from Karen, groaning again as he pressed forward, his 
cock disappearing into her.

Linda gripped my hand as we watched them, Carl stroking 
into her, his cock shiny with her juices. She was 
grunting to his thrusts, her cries louder now as she 
was carried along, crying out as her body shook with 
the force of her climax. Her legs were gripping him as 
he groaned, spurting into her, filling her with his 
semen. It was intensely erotic and I almost erupted. It 
was over; my wife was weak, and Linda helped her dress.

Karen kept up a running dialogue on the way home. "Did 
you enjoy watching your wife getting fucked? Did you 
get a thrill watching his cock filling me, moving in 
me? Now this is the second time you got to watch. I 
hope you enjoyed seeing him cumming in me. He did a lot 
and I’m very sticky. I can’t believe Linda enjoyed 
watching her husband doing it to me, watching him 
fucking me. I was embarrassed at first, but when we got 
into it, it was more erotic, both of you watching." 

"You could have made him use a condom-you always make 
me use one. I don’t want you to get pregnant, and I 
don’t want you to have sex with him again, or anyone 
else." 

"I’m enjoying a bare cock in me. It feels a lot better 
without a condom. Also it’s a lot more exciting knowing 
that I could get pregnant. And you know, I am really 
beginning to enjoy fucking someone else besides you, 
especially someone with a larger cock. And you started 
it by letting him fuck me, setting me up, and now you 
don’t want me to fuck anyone else again, just when I’m 
having a good time-well forget it."   

She granted further sexual favors to Carl, but her 
activity with him was being noticed, so she finally 
stopped accommodating him, and he wasn’t too happy 
about that. From there she went on a sexual odyssey, 
sometimes showing little discrimination. 

The culmination came when we were on vacation, and she 
began working out with a trainer. This progressed to 
where she invited him to our room, informing him that I 
wasn’t a problem. That was fine with him as it wouldn’t 
be his first experience servicing a wife with the 
husband’s knowledge, even enjoying it when the husband 
was watching, planting horns on his head.

By this time I didn’t want to see her having sex with 
another man again, but she insisted that I be there; I 
think she wanted to humiliate me. So he arrived after 
dinner, and he didn’t waste any time, moving to her, 
kissing and stroking her. Slowly he began to strip her, 
undoing her blouse, pulling it free, unbuttoning her 
skirt, unzipping it, taking it off. 

He admired her in her sheer lacy underwear, turning her 
around, removing her bra, then her slip, admiring her 
in her white panties which he soon removed. He moved 
her to the bed, stretching her out, as he quickly 
removed his clothes, exposing a very large and very 
stiff cock. Her eyes opened wide when she viewed his 
erect penis.

He moved to her, spreading her lovely stocking clad 
legs, bending her knees up, her vagina exposed, pink 
and moist, the lips opening as he spread her, getting 
her ready for him. He mounted her, pressing his cock 
into her wetness, pushing firmly, a gasp from my wife 
as he entered her.

I watched his cock disappearing into her, filling her, 
before beginning a steady thrusting. She was moaning 
almost continually as he expertly drove his cock into 
her again and again, her moans changing to little 
cries, groaning at times. He was bringing her to the 
point where her trembling body was overwhelmed, her 
climax beginning, her body shuddering and her legs 
lifting higher, holding him as she gave a loud cry. She 
cried out again as he impaled her, his throbbing cock 
spurting into her, filling her with his semen.
She looked at me as she felt him cumming. 

It was sometime before they disengaged, and they lay 
together for some time. Finally he began to harden 
again, surprising my wife. He rolled her on her 
stomach, lifted her hips till her rounded ass was in 
the air, bringing her to the edge of the bed, spreading 
her beautiful stocking clad thighs, preparing to take 
her again. She looked incredibly erotic, presented to 
him in that manner, her head and shoulders on the bed, 
her vagina gaping, her vulva wet. 

He looked at me, smiling as he pressed his cock into 
her, his entry easier this time as he filled her 
stretched cunt, thrusting powerfully, thrusting deeper 
into her in this position, loud cries from Karen as he 
delighted in fucking her so strongly. This time they 
erupted together and he flooded her once more.

Finally he dressed, giving us a satisfied smile as he 
left. She was now lying on her back, their fluids 
matting her hair, glistening on her thighs. She looked 
at me and said "did you enjoy watching that stud 
servicing me? He really did it to me, really stretched 
me out. How did you feel when you saw him cumming in 
me? I could feel him swelling and spurting into me. It 
is certainly a lot better without a condom. Come closer 
and have a look." I did and I could see his semen 
leaking from her.

I said, "I can’t take anymore! This has to stop, or I 
have to leave you."

"You started all this! If you hadn’t let your boss fuck 
me none of this would have happened! It’s your fault, 
and now you don’t like the consequences! I’m enjoying 
myself and I’m not ready to stop!"

That was the end, and we soon separated, a divorce 
following. Shortly after we parted she informed me that 
she was pregnant, and I expect it was the trainer at 
the resort. I indicated that I wasn’t taking any 
responsibility for the child, but she had money of her 
own, and didn’t dispute the matter.