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Weekday mornings are hectic at our house--my spouse and I are getting ready for work. Patty takes the bus to town and leaves the house a half-an-hour earlier than me. She is always running late and in a rush everyday. This particular morning, after Patty hurried and left for the stop, I noticed, she forgot her bus pass. Me being a good husband--I jumped into my car to bring her pass. I hoped to make it to her stop, before the bus's arrival.

I was close enough to the bus stop to see Patty still standing there; but, my good deed was being thwarted by a red light over a busy intersection across from her. I tapped on the steering-wheel waiting for the light to change. In the meantime, an old pick-up truck pulled over at the bus stop. I recognized it as a neighbor's truck. (This is a guy, whom I barely say hello to.) She smiled as she got in; he handed her a coffee; they then pulled away. I figured it must be a carpool, although I don't know where he works. It appears, she didn't need her bus pass, after all.

The traffic light finally changed to green. I had to follow them for a short distance to find a place to turn around and head back home. It wasn't more than a quarter-mile down the road, when I saw my neighbor lean back in his seat. He looked like he raised his hips, and he made a motion with both of his arms as if he had pulled down his pants.

Could I be imagining this? I don't know--my wife was looking down to his lap. I then saw his arm reach toward Patty, and he tried to grab her hand. She retracted from his grip with a quick jerk back. Her head was shaking no, but she continued staring at some exciting attraction her carpool-partner has exposed. He was pleading his case to her now, while Patty sipped her coffee and seemed to be deliberating. He again reached over to her (with a slow heedful gesture this time), taking the coffee away, and pulling her hand toward his lap. The love of my life had given in--she let her hand go with his and moved closer to him.

Patty had her body postured toward his, with her arms pumping in rhythm ahead of her. He was saying something to her; she was nodding in agreement. They started kissing with their hidden hands working away. I followed close behind (hoping she see me and stop this obvious infidelity). How far would she go with this? My Patty is playing with another dude's cock! I decided to drop back a short distance to compose myself.

The old pick-up slowed and turned to enter a bowling alley parking-lot. I found a decent spy-spot in an adjacent lot, where I could 'hunker down' and watch the action. I saw them locked in a passionate kiss. He then grasped Patty by the hair and pushed her head down to his lap. She disappeared from my view and didn't come back up. His head tilted back on the rest and was turning side to side. It's doubtless--my wife's sucking his cock.

Patty and I are in our mid-thirties. We've been together and happily married for more than four years. We first met, when I started working part-time at the retail outlet where she's employed. I was in between jobs; she explained my duties to me on my opening day at the seasonal position. I fell in love with Patty. It was her warm smile, charming looks, and indeed, her nice ass that made me foo-foo for her [a sudden loss of the ability to think with your brain and not with your dick]. She is five feet, four inches tall, with light-blond, shoulder-length hair. She has a trim figure and nice full breasts. (They're real knockers, too!) I was lucky to find Patty. Our wedding day was only six months after my first day on the job and meeting her.

Patty has a pleasant demeanor (being in sales for her livelihood), and she likes to flirt. I have watched her flirting with other guys, and I'm amused at some of the reactions from her prey. She does it for fun, gets good and horny, but Patty never really cheats on me (that is, up until now). Lovemaking between us has been fine, in fact, we have sex almost everyday. Porno movies, toys, and particularly erotic stories (those with cheating wives and husbands watching) enhance our 'open to just about anything' attitude toward sex. I'm guessing this cheating (I've happened upon here) has something to do with a conversation we had a few weeks ago. We were watching a movie that showed guys with super-big cocks.

I asked Patty, "Have you ever been with a guy who had a cock like this featured monster? Look how big his cock is!"

"I see it, Bob--he has a giant cock--but size isn't as important as how you use it," she said, but I could see, she was on fire with lust while watching the movie. She had all four of her fingers sloshing in her pussy. "No, I've never had, nor even saw a cock as big as this guy's. Besides, your six inches are plenty enough for me, sweetie." (She was helping me out here.)

"Really? Wouldn't you like to push yourself to the limit with a cock like this one in the movie? You see, Patty...I want to watch you," I admitted.

She looked at me curiously, "I don't know about you, Bob."

"No, seriously, I just think you need more than I can give you. We are getting old, you know. I want to watch--as you get fulfilled to the max with a big dick," I explained.

"Don't tempt me--you best forget about it. What happens if I do like it? I might come to death," she joked.

"I doubt that--you really enjoy sex. I just thought you would love to feel your pussy stuffed with cock, that's all," I said.

"Well, I have been fantasizing about well-hung guys, lately. I even had a dream...I was blowing a black man in a car...but suddenly the head of his cock turned into a chocolate ice-cream cone," she recollected with a giggle.

We had great oral sex (adding a little chocolate ice-cream) and a hot fuck session that evening (lasting for more than an hour). Patty came a couple of times, while we pretended she was with multiple partners and all had big cocks.

My neighbor's head bounced on the headrest with his mouth open and eyes closed. My wife, soon after, popped back up, wiped her lips, and licked her fingers. I shook my head in disgust--she sucked his cock and swallowed his cum. He started his truck, turned onto the highway, and headed back to the bus stop. I followed them--figuring he would drop her off there. Wrong again--they passed the stop and turned onto our street. That means: the blowjob in the parking-lot was to kill time; they were waiting for me to leave the house; they think I'm off to work, and now, 'the coast is clear' to continue with this affair in my home. His truck drove into our driveway--Patty got out and opened the garage--he pulled inside as the door closed behind him.

I parked up the street to gather my thoughts. I can't go to work--I'm not shaved nor dressed properly. Patty is up to no good. I must sneak into my own house to catch her. While calling off sick for work, I gave them a few more minutes to get comfortable with their sexual tryst. No fear of being seen by them, as I walked to our house--all the curtains were closed. Slipping in the back-way, I could hear their voices coming from the living room.

"You know, Michael, you could be a porno star with this cock. I love how big and hard it gets." I heard Patty tell him.

"Patty, you make it like a rock with your mouth. You're the one, who should be in porno with your talents, and, you love fucking like a nymph. Maybe, we should make a movie together, then both of us will become millionaires," he jest.

I was spying on them from the dining room. Our neighbor, Michael, was sitting in the nude on my recliner. Patty, in just her bra and panties, was kneeling between his legs. She was stroking his cock, which had to be ten inches long. A thick shaft too, with blue veins branching out, and crowned with a pink head the size of a spring peach. I was impressed at the magnificence of his cock. I love to watch porno movies, but there is nothing like a live show.

"Hmmm, I do love your cock," she was moaning. My wife was rubbing her face all over his throbbing cock, kissing the crown, and licking the shaft. His shaved balls were hanging over the cushion of (my) chair. Patty was pulling the large sac, and rolling his big nuts in her hand. Her mouth opened wide for his cock. I watched her blow him.

"You're going to make me come in your mouth again, if you don't slow down, girl," Michael warned her. "Is that what you want?"

"I relish the taste of your cum; you shoot twice as much as Bob. It's more that I need to feel you inside me. You make me come, better than anyone else can, with your big cock. I want you to fuck me. Please, Michael? I'll do anything you ask."

"Are you going to insist I use a condom? I hate using them--my cock won't come in fucking rubber," he complained.

"We have to--these pills need one more day to start working. I can't have you making me pregnant. Please, just one more day, then I'll love to feel your cum shooting over and over again in my pussy," she told him. (Patty didn't discuss birth control with me.)

"All right, you put it on, then you can sit on my cock and fuck yourself silly. I'll tell you when I'm ready, then I'm shooting my cum all over you," he resolved. Patty opened and unrolled a condom that was so big--they could have used it to contain the gushing oil-well in the Gulf of Mexico!

Patty removed her bra and was shaking her tits like a striptease dancer. Her panties were next, and she held them up to show a huge wet spot soaking the crotch. "See how wet I get? That's just from sucking on your beautiful cock," she declared, as she tossed them to Michael. He put her pussy-scented panties in his mouth and chewed on them.

I admit--my dick was hard, and I squeezed it thru my pants, as I watched Patty straddle his torso facing toward him. She took hold of his long, hard cock, and aimed it toward her dripping pussy. Then, and much to my amazement, Patty eased down over that big fucker, and it split her pussy wide open. She was breathless to speak, making intelligible grunting sounds, as she forced herself onto his cock.

"Oh, I'm coming already. I'm going to come!" My wife shouted out, while fucking on his giant cock. She had an orgasm, before his cock had fully penetrated her--there still were three more inches yet to go in.

"My pussy is stretching open more, each time we fuck. You made it so I have to fuck your big cock to get off, Michael. I'm your private slut now. You know how much I need this cock; but, you're going to make me lose my job, by calling off too much," Patty accused him. (Nothing was said about her marriage, though.)

"How many sick-days do you have left?" Michael inquired.

"Just one left, and I'm using it tomorrow. Then, that's it. I don't know what we'll do after that. I'd like to use my vacation to fuck you for a whole week. Oh! I'm coming again at the thought of that. Ooh, yes! I want to fuck this cock forever!" Patty screamed as she came. Her pussy had reached the base of his cock, and she bounced hard and fast on top of him. She came a third time, with him pulling her nipples and slapping her ass cheeks.

"Patty! You love fucking! I never saw a girl that can come like you can. You need more than just one cock, don't you? You know, I have two friends who would love to fuck you with their big dicks, too. Do you think you could take all three of us at once?" Michael offered. He picked my wife up and laid her down on the floor, with his cock still skewered in her pussy. He pounded hard into her, making her hiss and claw at his back, before she shuddered in another orgasm. "Well, what do you say, Patty. Let's use that last sick-day of yours for the best--let's celebrate your pills working, too--with a bang, a little gang-bang, maybe. How about it?" he prodded her.

"Yes, I'll do it. I will do whatever you want. Please, keep fucking me, Michael. You make my pussy feel so good," she said and almost went to tears. I could see Patty was on another planet--now she's agreed to have his friends fuck her, too.

Michael did fuck her to another screaming orgasm. He then pulled his cock out of her pussy, which was coated with her creamy froth. He told her he was ready to come. Patty took off the condom and jerked his big cock, while she sucked on the head. "That's it, make me come. Just imagine, Patty...three big cocks tomorrow, with balls full of cum, and all for you," Michael taunted her.

The head of his cock got more swollen, just before the first streamer of cum shot out and landed on my wife's face. She sat there, vulnerable, with her eyes looking up to him, and both her hands jacking-off his cock onto her own face. He stood over her, shooting six more rapid spurts of cum, covering her hair, face, and tits. She put his spewing cock back in her mouth for the rest of his cum.

I tip-toed out of the house, when I heard Michael tell her he must leave to bid on a job. He said he would return in the afternoon to fuck Patty again. I spent the day buying surveillance equipment. (He did say "...we should make a movie together".) It seems too, evidence may be needed for our 'soon to be filed' divorce action. I'm fulfilling my voyeuristic fantasies. I had a quick jerk-off at the porno shop, before returning home at my usual time from work. Patty asked me how my day went.

"Well, I got three good leads, and I'm hoping to see a big day tomorrow," I said with a smirk. "How about your day, Patty?"

It was dinner time; and on Thursday, my wife and I go to a local lounge to eat. The combo sports-bar and grille has a disc-jockey tonight. Patty loves to dance and show-off her body. This suits me fine--I sit at the bar and watch the game on the big screen. She asked if we were going tonight or not. For once, Patty was ready to go. I do mean looking hot, too. She was wearing her little black dress, with her tits bursting in full regalia and showing a lot of cleavage. Her blond hair, set in waves, lay softly over her exposed shoulders. The whole room did reek of my favorite perfume ("Red Door"). Patty had me wanting to eat her; but unfortunately, she had an attitude problem.

She complained her tummy ached, and she was eager to leave for the lounge and eat something. I'm guessing her stomach is full of our neighbor's cum. I watched her blow Michael this morning, and who knows how much of his cum she swallowed in the afternoon. I see her impatience to leave, as an opportunity for me to set up the surveillance equipment purchased today. My wife and her lover made big plans, including other men, for tomorrow's rendezvous at our house. I plan to secretly watch and film her filthy affair. I already placed a hidden microphone in her purse.

"If you're that starved," I said, "Why don't you take your car and go now? I'll catch up with you in about an hour. I have some work to finish up. You go on ahead and eat without me."

"All right, sweetie," she said and kissed me, "I'm sorry, I really do need to eat and can't wait any longer. I'll just see you when you get there." After another peck on my cheek, I watched Patty sashay out the door in her five inch heels. I didn't notice a panty line showing thru her short, flimsy dress and wondered if she was wearing any underwear tonight. She did take her panties off at the lounge once before (only to tease some horny bastards), but she has always started out the evening wearing them.

I bought two cameras and three microphones. I put one camera in the living room and the other in the bedroom. One 'mic' was hidden under the coffee table, another above the bed, and the third was planted in her purse. I bought something else today from the adult porn shop--a twelve inch, black dildo complete with a set of nuts on a suction-cup base. I was going to surprise her with it, because she had her dream where she blew a black man in a car.

I tried to rationalize this spying was all for security, being that strangers will be in our house, and Patty's protection. The truth is, it's going to be 'Exhibit A' in my suit against her for divorce. In her defense, I did ask her if she wanted to experiment with a another guy in a big cock adventure. The conditions weren't totally discussed, but she had to know: I wanted it to be a one time occurrence; I be involved in choosing this individual; and, I was supposed to be there to watch. Damn, her!

What hurts me the most? Patty's silence with regard to this recent infidelity. I trusted her. I'm hoping tonight, after she's had a few drinks, she will confess her affair with Michael. Then we can move on together (and have fun with her new dildo). It's her last chance--if she goes through his planned gang-bang tomorrow--I'm seeing my attorney with all the evidence needed. I will, at least, pursue my desires as a voyeur. All the surveillance equipment tested fine, and I could view both rooms from my laptop. I tied a red ribbon on the authentic-looking, black dildo, placed it on the bed, and I was off to the lounge.

Two hours have passed, since Patty's early departure in haste to eat. I went straight to my usual seat at the bar and ordered a beer with my favorite cheeseburger (lettuce, tomato, mayo, and relish). I didn't see Patty right away, but guessed she was dancing with her friend Emily. It was a fast set of music playing. I don't dance much, but will on a slow song, or if I'm drunk. I might boogie tonight; we could be banging our hips to "You Dropped The Bomb On Me."

I ate my burger and went to the restroom by crossing the dance floor. There was Patty, and she was sitting at a table with...guess who? Michael! And, he was with two other guys--one of them was black. I'm guessing they all will be the stars of tomorrow's matinee. Patty spotted me, jumped up from their table, and gave me a big hug.

"Are you just getting here?" she nervously asked.

"I've been here awhile and ate already," I stated and then asked, "Where's Emmy tonight?"

"Oh, Emily--she didn't show-up tonight. Come and meet my friends. I have been dancing with them. I hope you don't mind," she inquired, as she pulled me by the arm to their table. "Guys, this is my husband, Bob," she introduced me. "My new friends are Michael, Bill, and Eddy," Patty pointed to each of them.

We all shook hands, and I said, "I hope you are showing Patty a good time."

"We're trying to, Bob--she's wearing us out on the dance floor," Michael was k**ding.

"She is a fine lady; but, we are going broke buying her drinks," Eddy joked with baritone drollery.

"Ha! She's a lush all right," I ribbed with a friendly snicker, "Well, nice meeting you." I then relayed to Patty, "If you need me--I'll be sitting at the bar."

"Thanks, honey, you're the best, and I love you very much," she sincerely said while giving me a kiss.

In the restroom, I put in the earpiece for the microphone planted in her purse.(Which happened to be placed smack-dab-in-the-middle of their table). I could hear them saying I seemed like a nice guy, and they didn't think I suspected anything going on between them.

"Oh, no," Patty said, "Anyway, Bob told me--he wanted to watch me make it with another man."

"Really?" Bill spoke, "Maybe, we should ask him to stay home tomorrow."

"Yeah," Eddy agreed, "We'll show him a truly satisfied wife. We are going to fuck all day, baby. You won't be able to stand, after our fun," he added.

"You are starting to scare me," Patty said, "Actually, I'm afraid of myself and what I'm likely to do. I really shouldn't be doing this. I'm married," she expressed concern.

"You better not be having second thoughts, Patty," Michael warned her. "You promised me; and, you know what will happen if you don't comply with my wishes--I'll never let you see this cock again. I know what you need. Trust me. How about you and Eddy go dance? You can feel his big, black cock," Michael suggested.

I finished in the men's room, and while crossing the dance floor, I saw Eddy holding my wife close to him. His large, black hands were caressing her voluptuous ass. Slow dancing together, he was a foot taller than her. Eddy is a big man. Bill is shorter, but he is well muscled. I know Michael is packing a whopper, and as he promised, the others probably were well hung, too.

I moved my seat at the bar to where I could see their booth. I pretended to watch the game, while seeing their reflections in the bar mirror. Patty and Eddy danced (I should say grinded) thru two songs. They returned to their table, with what looked like Eddy hiding a softball down the front of his pants.

Patty sat between Bill and Eddy. Michael was sitting opposite to them and his back toward me. "Could you feel Eddy's big cock while you were dancing, Patty?" Michael asked as soon as they sat back down.

"Oh my, yes," she told him, "It felt warm and hard rubbing against me."

"Why don't you feel how big they both are, right now," Michael enticed her.

I looked over at them and saw Patty's arms go underneath their table moving slowly outward. The table cloth blocked my view, but her facial expression said it all.

"Oh my goodness, this is really turning me on. Hmmm...I'm squeezing two big dicks at the same time," she sighed.

"Are you wearing panties, Patty?" Michael asked her.

"No, you told me not to," my wife answered.

"And did you shave your pussy, like I asked you?" he pushed on with his dominance over her. She was shaking her head with a "Yes, sir", while still feeling the other hard cocks. "Spread your legs--let them touch your smooth pussy," Michael told her. "Feel how wet she gets, guys. I bet she's dripping juice."

"Oh wow, it is shaved," Bill proclaimed.

"She is hot and wet," Eddy said. "You rub her clit, Bill, while I finger this nymph to nirvana," he suggested. "I'm going to love eating your juicy pussy, Patty," he spoke in his deep voice.

"Take your cocks out and let her play with them," Michael lead them on. "I know you want to jerk them off, Patty, don't you?"

"You son-of-a-bitch, Michael! My husband can see us!" she protested.

"I know you want to, my dear," a cunning Michael repeated. "He's not looking...go on, feel their wonderful cocks. Take them both into your hands."

"Oh shit, I can't stand this," she panted, "Bill is so thick--I can't get my hand around it. Eddy has a giant one throbbing under there. I'm surprised it's not sticking up above the table," she added.

"Jerk those big cocks, Patty, and make them come. Stroke them nice and slow," Michael orchestrated.

"This is so wild!" Patty exclaimed. "I'm jacking-off two guys, while my husband is sitting right there. My pussy is on fire--you guys are making me come." I could hear her panting thru the receiver in my ear, and I saw her shaking in orgasm.

"Damn, dude, she's sitting in a fucking puddle of cunt juice over here," Bill pointed out.

"I know how wet her orgasms can be--keep fingering her. You won't be disappointed, tomorrow. I think we'll have her squirting." Michael was selling to them, then tempting my wife, "Would you like to blow them, Patty, with Bob there across the bar? I think you should give it a try. I'll watch and make sure he's not looking. Go for it."

"I can't," Patty weakly objected, "You know how much I love doing that, but please sir, not with my husband here. I wish we could go fuck, tonight. Oh, Eddy, your fingers are so long. You're on my hot-spot. Don't stop. Ooh, Bill, faster on my clit. Rub it hard and fast. Oh fuck! They're making me come again, Michael. I'm coming! Yes!" Patty blurt out, and loud enough for the whole bar to hear, if it weren't for the loud music. Michael then ordered her to rapid-jerk their cocks, and when they're ready, she is to swallow all of their cum. Bill said he is going to shoot.

"Do it, Patty! Hurry! Bob's not looking," Michael insisted. I glanced over and saw my wife's head go underneath the table.

"Yeah, baby, get every bit. That's it. Oh, honey, you suck me so good," Bill moaned.

Patty sat back up with her hand on her lips. She swallowed hard, then opened her empty mouth. "I just couldn't resist," she said with a grin. The guys were delighted. I heard someone else clapping, too.

Eddy said he couldn't come with just a hand-job. Patty devised a plan--she is going to tell me, she is too drunk to drive. Eddy could drive her car. Then, she will blow him on the way to our house.

"Sounds good to me," Eddy was impressed, "You are one hot, sneaky slut. I think I'm in love." Patty and Eddy then got up from the table, came over to me, and my wife told me she didn't think she should drive.

"Oh," I acted surprised, "Do you want to leave your car here and ride with me?" Eddy then volunteered to drive her car to our house, if I would bring him back to the lounge. "You don't mind?" I asked him.

"Hell no, it will be my pleasure," he replied. That much I know is true, I thought to myself.

"O.K. Thanks," I said, "Is everyone ready to go?" I chugged the rest of my beer. Patty gave Bill and Michael a passionate kiss, then whispered something in Michael's ear. We left the lounge, and of course, Patty jumped in with Eddy following my car home.

At the first red light, I saw in my mirror; she was sitting close to him. My dick twitched in my pants. I knew her hand was jerking his cock. At the second traffic light, I saw only the driver's silhouette. She was sucking his black cock as planned, and, as she had dreamed. It looks like my wife will go through with the gang-bang, tomorrow. I guess I'll just have to watch. I thought how ironic this all was, and I smiled knowing the big, black dildo was home waiting for her on the bed.

The school bus stop, down the street from our home, has more parents than pupils waiting for the bus. I'm amazed--they're mostly men, too. Every school day, one particular mom parks her car in front of our house. We sit on the high-side of the street, and I have a great bird's-eye view into her car. This M.I.L.F. is an eye-catcher--petite with perky breasts, dark wavy hair, fair skin--and best of all, she wears braless tube-tops and short-shorts (which causes a hard-on alert for me). No ring is on her left hand; I'm guessing she is a single mom. Five minutes, or so, before the bus arrives, she gets out of the car and walks to the stop. I watch her flirting with the men, and I'll have fantasies of them fucking the shit out of her, after the bus leaves for school. (Of course, they're secondary to those perverted daydreams of me doing my things to her.)

She was parked at my curb again this morning. With a perfect view into her car, I gazed upon her beautiful cleavage, while she sat facing toward the bus stop. The usual guys, predominately black, were standing there gabbing. I wondered if she was watching them and having the same fuck-fantasy; I had been cooking-up in my head for her.

"E.S.P. does work," I whispered, as her hand went to her breast and massaged it. I could see an erect nipple protruding between her slender fingers. Her other hand was on her thigh and sliding closer to her pussy. Now the palm covered the crotch of her short cut-offs, and she started giving herself a sensuous kneading. This hot little mom was discreetly masturbating, but unbeknownst to her, before the eyes of an excited voyeur--me. I did the same, hidden by the d****s, with my cock out and hard as a rock, stroking in unison with her pleasuring hands.

It came time for the bus's arrival. She had to stop teasing herself (much to my chagrin) and exit the car. Two of the fathers were converging on this little honey, rapping away, and hugging her by the shoulders with playful gestures. I could see these black men had big cocks showing in their sweat pants, all the way from my house. She looked (and repeated her glance) to those impressive bulges that seemed to be getting larger.

The bus came and went, but the three of them were still chatting, after all the other parents had gone. The two men looked to be trying to coax her into something; she kept smiling, but shaking her head no. I saw, though, she was still preoccupied with those bulging cocks within her reach. The three of them walked from the bus stop together, with the guys at her sides; then, as they approached her vehicle, one of them grabbed her hand and held it to his cock. They closed in on her at the car door. She was feeling both of their cocks now, but again shaking her head to their disappointment. The defenseless mom had to push them back to get into her car. They were still talking; she didn't try to leave. One of the guys then hustled around the front-end and got into the passenger side, while the other black man hovered at her window. They were wearing her down, all right--but, from watching her play with herself prior--I knew she wanted their presumed seedy proposition.

The man in the car had his hand on her bare thigh, and it moved unabated toward her hot pussy. His persistence had paid off; she didn't stop him; instead, her hand reached to his hard cock sticking up in his pants. The guy, outside, stood close to her car. He checked, first, to see if anyone was around, then, pulled down the front of his pants and dangled his big, black cock in the window by her face. She slipped down in her seat and kissed it. His cock got long and hard with her licks. I watched her take it into her mouth and blow him, as I stroked my cock at the spectacle below.

The bigger of the two men, sitting beside her, had pulled her shorts to around her ankles, and he was rubbing her pussy. He started to take off his sweat pants, but before doing so, checked toward our house to see if anyone was looking out. At first, I thought he could see me peeking thru the closed curtain--he did a double-take with a surprised expression on his face. Then, and totally unexpected, I heard my wife, Patty, from the second floor say, "Good morning, Studly." She is watching from the bedroom window; and, he obviously can see her. This didn't deter his decision--he pulled down his pants revealing his purple-head monster to everyone. It was large, as in size Gila-large.

I turned on my laptop--then utilizing the hidden camera in the bedroom--I could see Patty standing in front of the window with the curtains open. Her nightgown pulled down from the shoulders and bunched up at the waist. She was pinching the nipples on her exposed breasts and playing with her pussy.

The little nymphet, below in her car, was jerking-off one big cock and blowing another. Her pussy got finger-fucked, as she humped in her seat. This was all happening for my viewing pleasure--I was stroking my dick to a good come. Patty, now completely naked, had her new, foot-long, black dildo between her breasts, while she licked the head of it. Her other hand was in her pussy, as she four-fingered herself. I'm astonished at her display of sheer nymphomania, and, at her participation on this morning--for she will have a festively fucking day ahead, with the three musketeers coming later. (A gang-bang with her secret lover and his friends is planned.)

"Eat their cum, or I'll come down there and do it for you," Patty demanded from her perch. She put the big dildo inside her pussy and openly fucked herself at the bedroom window. My wife is one horny slut, for sure; thanks to our neighbor, Michael.

The widow dick, below us, started shooting cum all over the young mother's face. She had an orgasm along with him, as his accomplice's fingers pumped fast in her pussy. I then watched, as she bent down to the seated man's lap and licked the swollen head of his big cock. She sucked on his slick cord of cock muscle, while he looked up to Patty in her window. He pumped the girl's head on his cock, until he came in her mouth. She sat up with cum dripping from her chin. I saw Patty fucking her pussy with almost the whole length of that long, ebony dildo plunging inside her. I didn't know what to watch--my wife masturbating, or, the wild rendezvous below. I popped my load onto the curtain--no decision needed.

"I'm coming!" Patty yelled out. I watched her fuck, balls-deep on the dildo's long shaft, until she came with her juices dripping onto our hardwood floor. The black stud smiled as he pulled up his pants. He gave my wife the "you're naughty" sign as he got out of the car. I suspect he'll be back, and next time, it'll be for her. He does have a monster size cock. The young, hot, M.I.L.F. started her car and drove away.

I did my daily routine in the bathroom and mock-dressed for work. My mind was in a quandary vis-à-vis my wife has a gang-bang arranged for her today. Part of me is bitter and vengeful with her deceit; the other--that trouble-making stiff part--is excited at the thought. Our neighbor has Patty under his big-dick spell, and so far, she has submitted to all of his desires. Now Michael wants her to take-on his hung and horny partners, and she is letting him have his conniving way. I plan to spy on them and record the squalid episode. It will be evidence against her; and, a seedy scene from the hot action should be good, retaliatory porn to post over the internet.

The hidden microphones only function at close range to the receiver. My strategy is to hide in my basement office. I was trying to figure how to leave for work and then sneak back into the house without her seeing me. Patty solved my dilemma by jumping into the shower. I peeped inside the bathroom to initiate my ploy.

"I'm leaving now, babe. I am taking the bus today, so I'll be a little later coming home tonight."

"OK, sweetie, have the big day you hoped for. I am taking off today. Emily is on vacation, and we are going to the mall," she fibbed, too. "I love you," she said and blew me a wet smooch.

Together with my laptop, packed lunch, and a couple of beers, I took to my hiding place in the basement. I actually did some of my work on the computer, between watching my wife get ready for her lovers. She stood naked at her dresser selecting black lace bra and panties, with thigh-high nylons. The camera in the bedroom works perfect; I am able to zoom-in on my sexy wife. This is my first good glimpse at her newly shaved pussy. I wanted to go upstairs, saying I got ill at the bus stop, just to eat her. I had to remind myself to stay put, and along with my cell phone, stay silent.

Patty dressed in her French maid outfit complete with patent leather pumps. She wore only once before, special for me, on our first anniversary (another accessory was a unique feather duster with a vibrating handle). My wife is wearing it for them, now. She sat in the living room sipping on a morning juice, in contemplation, and waiting for the big-dick trio to arrive. The anticipated knock that came to our door startled Patty making her choke on her drink. She stood and fluffed her blond hair but paused at the door before opening. My wife took a deep breath--for courage, or possibly having second thoughts and chicken-out. Patty waited, with her hand clenched on the doorknob, for another light knock from her domineering lover. A fake sales-girl smile came to her face as she opened the door.

"Is it all right?" Michael whispered, "Bob's car is in the garage."

"It's even better," Patty told him, "He took the bus giving us more time."

The guys entered with culpable, c***dlike smirks on their faces knowing the deceitful mission ahead. Michael had on cut-off shorts and a tee shirt, with a gym bag strapped over his shoulder. Eddy wore a suit and carried a briefcase, while Bill was in construction clothes: a hard-hat, day-glow vest, steel-toe boots, and a lunch pail. I laughed and thought the "Village People" were coming in our house, for Pat's sake.

"Bonjour, Messieurs. What brings you to the neighborhood?" Patty greeted them with a cute curtsy.

"C'est vous, Mon amour, and may I say--you look marvelous," Eddy complimented.

"Yeah, Patty," Michael said, "Love the maid outfit, and I hope your service will be just as hot."

"You are a fox," Bill said, "We brought you presents." He opened his lunch pail and handed her a gift in the popular, brown-bag wrapping. He said she should wait to open until later. Eddy unlocked his briefcase and presented (with a bow to her) a heart-shaped box of chocolates wrapped in red ribbon.

She kissed them both on the cheeks. "Thanks, guys, make yourselves comfortable. Anybody need a drink? I'm having vodka with my o.j. this morning. I'll make a pitcher-full if you like," she offered.

"Cut the chit-chat, Patty," Michael interrupted, "You know why we're here." He then grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to his lips. She confronted his rude approach with a turned chilly cheek. (I know when she does this to me--it's time to back-off.)

"I want to talk to you privately about this," Patty said.

They walked to the wet bar, where I could still see them, but out of range to hear their conversation with the hidden microphone. She looked to be trying to reason with him. Michael was responding positively, and at the same time, refilling her juice glass with straight vodka. He held it up making her drink down the full potion. His fingers ran thru her hair, while he worked on convincing her to cooperate. Michael then opened his shorts and revealed the 'piece de resistance.' His hand over hers, he made her stroke his impressive ten-inch cock.

Patty again avoided his efforts to kiss her on the lips. "Michael, don't!" I could hear her say. She squirmed in his grasp, dodged his attempts, and pushed against his chest. "I don't want it to be this way," she protested. Michael then reached under her short skirt. My wife ceased to move--frozen in a state of perplexity--he touched her hot pussy. Her futile attempt to resist was over; she surrendered to him. I could see her body relax, and now their kisses were of passion. She stroked his cock without his help; Michael's magic hand worked wonders under her dress.

Bill and Eddy were watching the situation develop. They said it looked bad; in fact, Bill had started to put Patty's present back into his lunch pail. Michael's mastery over my wife had changed their outlook--now that he stripped her of the maid's outfit and had his hand down her panties--the guys nodded with smiles. Bill put back her gift and took off his boots. Eddy removed his jacket and tie.

"Hey, remember us?" Eddy interrupted, "We didn't leave work to come here just to watch."

Michael escorted my wife in her lace lingerie to her waiting lovers. She appeared to be a totally different Patty than just a few minutes ago: face flushed, and her blond hair disheveled with a lock hanging over her glazed-over eyes. The three of them converged around Patty, kissed her, and all six hands fondled her body. Michael pushed her down onto her knees. She licked the head of his cock, and whimpered that she loved it, before she took it inside her wide-open mouth. Bill and Eddy removed their clothes and revealed their hard monsters. Bill's fat dick is as thick as four are of my pepperoni-size cocks tied together and a good eight inches long. Eddy's black cock would make a horse jealous--easily a foot in length. They stroked their cocks and rubbed the swollen, shining heads on my wife's cheeks. Patty alternated sucking on the three of them, while she rubbed her pussy inside of her panties.

"Didn't I do well finding you some nice big cocks, Patty?" Michael asked.

"Hmmm," was all she could mumble with Eddy's long, black snake stuffed her mouth. Patty was spellbound, while she sucked and jerked on their big dicks at the same time.

"By the way, did you blow Eddy last night?" Michael asked. (Eddy drove her car home; under the pretense, she was too drunk to drive.)

My wife held up two fingers. "Twice," she said, "Poor Bob waited for forty-five minutes in our driveway to take Eddy back to the lounge. We told him Eddy needed cigarettes, and that's what took us so long."

"You know, he tried to bum one from me. I don't smoke. I told him that we couldn't find my brand," Eddy said and everyone howled. (Yeah, sure, that's real funny...you fuckers.)

Patty was still on her knees and totally enthralled with blowing the three of them. She licked and sucked on their balls, too, while they slapped her face with those heavy cocks. She panted as they squeezed her bursting breasts. They lifted her bra and flicked their fingers over her stiff nipples elongated to full extension. Her hand worked on her clit inside her wet panties. Bill then handed Patty his paper-bag gift.

"Check out the present I bought for you. I heard you like to play with toys," he said spoiling any surprise as to its content.

Patty removed a small clit vibrator. "Oh, Bill, this is every girl's favorite toy. Thank you, sweetie," she said and kissed the head of his fat cock. "You are going to hurt me so good with this thick prick, honey."

"Put on a demonstration, Patty--show Bill how it works," Michael said.

She sat on the couch with Eddy and Michael. Bill stroked his cock, as he sat on my recliner across from her. She pulled down her panties and tossed them to Bill. He licked and sniffed the crotch, before putting them on top of his head. Everyone ignored his antics; instead, they were watching Patty circling her erect clit with the buzzing little demon. Her shaved pussy, swollen and glistening from excitement, dripped honey that collected in a puddle on the couch. Bill was jacking-off harder than Pee-Wee in a porn shop, while watching her pleasure her pussy. He jumped from the chair, stroked on his cock, and aimed it at her.

"You're making me come, Patty. Let's come together," he panted.

"Yes, oh yes, I am coming. Shoot it on me. Ooh, fuck!" my wife cried out and jerked in an orgasm, with Bill erupting, too. He pumped his cock high-speed and spurted his load all over Patty. Bill collapsed back into the chair with Patty's panties pulled down over his face.

My wife did not stop; in fact, she was just getting started. She dipped the vibrator in her wet pussy, pinched her clit between her thumb and finger, and then stroked it with the toy. A steady stream of girl cream oozed from her hot cunt. With her legs quivering and her head turning side to side, she climaxed again--big time!

"Oh, oh, I can't stop coming. Oh, fuck!" she cried out shaking thru a strong orgasm. My wife was lost in a masturbatory frenzy. She rubbed her clit fast, and with her eyes closed tight tried to continue the orgasmic bliss initiated by the gifted toy. Michael stopped her and took the vibe away. His disciplinary action irked Patty. She slapped his arm in an effort to retrieve the toy. Then, for spite, she would blow only Eddy. My wife, splattered with Bill's cum, retaliated as a scorned whore.

Bill knelt on the floor and raised her legs over his shoulders. With his head between her creamy thighs, he licked his way to her shaved pussy. He lapped up her juices and sucked on her clit.

"Your pussy tastes so sweet. I love eating a gooey pussy like yours, baby," he said with an exaggerated loud slurping on her twat. My wife humped against his face, while she continued to suck on Eddy's big cock. Bill licked and moaned on her clit--humming like a human vibrator--until he brought her to another orgasm.

"Let's go up to the bedroom," Michael said, "She needs fucked bad. Don't you, Patty?" She nodded her approval, but my wife did not stop blowing Eddy's black cock. Michael had to pull her away.

The show, thus far, was more than I could hope to see. I opened a beer and took a quick bite of a sandwich, in between a few pleasurable strokes on my hard dick. I switched to "bed-cam", as Patty entered the bedroom holding Eddy's long cock like it was his leash. The others followed her like sniffing dogs after their prey. Patty sat on the edge of the bed and still had a handle on her dark lover's play-toy. My wife licked under the purple head of Eddy's hard black cock, and her tongue scooped a drop of pre-cum she squeezed out with her stroking hands.

"You know, Edward, I had dreams of you before we ever met. It is fate; this beautiful cock would be mine. I told my husband of my fantasy dream, and he surprised me with an exact replica of a big black cock. I fucked myself with that dildo, good and hard, after I blew you last night. This morning, again, I used it; and I came--like you would not believe--with that whole thing fucking in my pussy. I want you as big as you can make it, Eddy, and fuck me now," Patty said with insistent eyes to him.

Michael and Bill held her legs up for easy access to her open pussy. Eddy stood between her creamy-white thighs, and he slapped her protruding clit with his cock. He teased the shining, pink nubbin that emerged from its hooded hideaway aching for his touch. He rubbed her wet pussy with his swollen cock, and a long thread of their combined juices stretched between them. She begged him to fuck her. He put the thick head inside and pulled back out. With each thrust, he entered another couple of inches. Her juices coated his wedged black prick, as more stabbed its way into her stretched, vulnerable pussy. Patty looked him in the eyes, and with a sudden gasp, forced herself onto his long shaft taking him deep into her womb.

"Oh, god, that's it!" she panted, "Now fuck me good, you big son-of-a-bitch. Fuck me!"

Eddy pumped long and slow strokes into her sloppy pussy. I could hear the squishing and sucking sounds of his cock slipping in and out of her wet, inflamed pussy-lips. Her juices formed a ring around his black shaft, and Patty watched it as a gage to see how far he had penetrated her. There were not more than two inches unmarked by her cream. She jerked on both Michael's and Bill's cocks, but more was holding them for leverage in her consuming quest.

"Ooh, uh-huh, do it harder, honey. I can feel you so deep inside me. Ooh yes, faster...do it faster, Eddy. I love your big dick, so much. Oh, fuck! Faster Eddy, come on, are you fucking me? Oh shit, I am creaming all over your black cock. Keep fucking me!"

She pumped her pussy to meet his powerful strokes. Her hands jerked fast on the other cocks in tempo with her humping hips. Patty's eyes rolled back into her head, and her whole body went into a raging, shaking orgasm. She tried to scream, but her mouth only opened in a gasp.

"Oh, yeah, your pussy is so hot. I am coming with you," Eddy panted and his body twitched as he pumped his sperm into her climaxing pussy. He came inside my wife. When Eddy's cock slipped out of her gapping open pussy, I saw it painted white with cum.

Michael, obviously resentful of her appreciation with Eddy's performance, then ordered, "Get on your hands and knees--I want to fuck you doggy. Bill, you sit up against the headboard and let her blow you, while I fuck her from behind. Did you like his black cock? Maybe, he could hook-you-up with his friends. You can pretend you're Jane in a fucking Tarzan movie, Patty. You are a cock-loving slut." (My sentiments, exactly, agreed on that last note. Although--and I could be wrong--but it looks like Michael is sucking on the other hind-tit next of me, at this point.)

With starry-eyes and still shaking from orgasm, Patty obliged his request and assumed the position for a rear entry. Michael's cock slipped inside her open pussy with no problem--as big as he is. She gobbled-up Bill's dick in an instant. His balls patted her chin as she blew him. Michael pummeled my wife hard from behind. The fierce thrusts of his pounding were forcing her face onto Bill's thick cock. I know this is Patty's favorite position--or maybe, it is the reverse cowgirl facing the mirror--but it did not take long for her to come again. Bill asked if she could take it up the ass.

"Sure, she loves it. Isn't that right, Patty?" Michael asked, but he did not give her a chance to answer. "I broke her in, but your fat cock will be the true test," the conceited bastard went on. (Well! I never...) He also suggested to my wife that she participate in a true gang-bang experience: all three cocks at once.

Patty seemed eager to face the challenge. Bill sat on the edge of the bed. Patty spit on the head of his already slobber-soaked cock, before she mounted over the slick pole. Her face cringed with agony, as she eased down onto it. His cock split her asshole to extreme edging in with its thick girth.

"Don't move," she gasped. Patty did it; that whole log went up her ass.

Michael took his place between their legs, and he worked his cock into her cum-seeping pussy. She had an orgasm from the two penetrations, and now, Eddy stood next to the bed and fed Patty his hard cock, too. My wife was screaming and coming constantly, while they all fucked into her. This went on for a long time, until Patty appeared to be losing comprehension of reality.

Eddy then said, "We better stop. I think she is going to pass-out."

It wasn't until Michael filled her pussy with his cum, and Bill shot his second load in her ass, did they stop. She flopped back on the bed gasping, with her whole body quivering from the onslaught. Bill said he was going to eat a sandwich and Michael went with him. Eddy helped my wife sit up and kissed her. She came back to life with a passion and stroked his hard cock.

"I want to tell you, Eddy, while we are alone," Patty spoke, "I get off the bus at four every afternoon. Bob is not home until after six. I was hoping you could meet me and pick me up. If you do this, I promise to drain your cock dry, everyday, for you. I love this big, black dick."

"I could do that for you, Patty; and, I'm guessing you don't want Michael to know. He is stuck on himself; but, he is right about one thing: I have some friends who would love to meet you. You love black cock. I can see you crave it now that you had a taste. Don't you, Patty?" Eddy now displayed the master's role.

"Yes, I do love your black cock, so much. Fuck me, Eddy," my cheating wife pleaded, as she pulled him on top of her. Eddy fucked her slow and easy. Patty came fast and hard.

"I have invited some guys to come over at my place, this Sunday, Patty. We will be watching the game. Do you think you could get away and come visit, too? I promise you will be safe and have a good time. Your beauty will have the attention of all six of them; and, their big, black cocks will have all of your attention. I'm sure," Eddy enticed my wife. She told him she would see about Sunday, but she did not think it would be a problem sneaking away for the whole day. He fucked her hard to another orgasm, before Michael and Bill returned.

I am seeing a side of my wife; this exposed adulterine character I am witness to now, which I have only seen in endless fantasies--in all those made-up lascivious scenes in my mind--with Patty at the mercy of other men's sexual whims and to her own lustful desires. Sex was never really like this between us. I am not like a Michael or an Eddy: a forceful lover she cannot refuse. It is not me, nor would my wife be this slut she is with them. This is an incredible turn-on; an excitement I can only attain as a voyeur watching her with others--other men with big cocks that make her do things she will never do for me.

I watched my wife be a total slut, as they each took turns to fuck her. Patty's only rest came while giving them blowjobs to make their cocks hard again so they could fuck her more. She loved Bill's fat dick in her ass. I counted five loads from him in as many hours. Michael and Eddy had their big cocks--with one stuffed in her mouth, while the other pounded in her pussy. Patty had so many orgasms there was no sense counting. She was shaking uncontrollably from coming so much. Michael suggested that all three of them jerk-off on Patty as the grand finale. The guys kneeled over my nymphomaniac wife lying on the bed. Michael made her beg them for a cum-bath. The three big cocks erupted one after another and covered Patty with streamers of cum as the final degradation.

Bill said he had to go back to work; Michael had to cut his grass. Eddy kissed my wife and asked if she was all right. I was relieved to see her nod that she was. He whispered that she should call him later about coming over this Sunday. The guys all walked out, slapping fives with laughter, and they left a well-fucked, cum-splattered Patty naked on the bed.

I came out of hiding with concern for my wife. Anxiety for her welfare, along with anger for her deceit, both accompany me now. Patty took part in a gangbang with our neighbor, Michael, and his two friends, Eddy and Bill. They showed no mercy for her first time with multiple partners. Without her knowing, I spied on her lustful affair from the basement and watched it all from my laptop. I would hope this is a one time 'dog off its leash' occurrence on Patty's part; but, I fear it is another step of methodical control by her domineering lover, Michael.

This is not the end of her cheating. Eddy, too, has extended an offer to Patty for a Sunday rendezvous at his house, with twice as many cocks as today's three-on-one. She has agreed to his invitation, and not only that; she wants to meet with him on the weekdays after work. I heard her promise she will "...drain his cock dry, every afternoon". Her actions are spiraling out of control. It is time to bust on my wife's infidelity. I also worry Patty could be hurt from this exhausting trial. As I entered the bedroom, her half-covered, ravaged torso lay shivering on the bed and coated with drying cum. She screamed at my bombshell invasion.

"What are you doing home? Oh, shit!"

She tried to hide with the sheet pulled over her head. I tore it from the bed and exposed her abused body. I saw Patty's breasts riddled with bite-marks and splattered with the m*****ers' creamy mementoes. Her cum-oozing pussy was swollen and red.

"It's no use hiding, Patty; I saw them leaving. You fucked all three of them. I know that is what happened. Look at you--covered with cum."

She started to cry. "Oh, Bob, I am so sorry." Then sobbing and blubbering how one thing led to another; she did not know what was happening; they talked her into it; she pleaded insanity.

"Please, don't cry." I hate when she cries. I cannot understand why I fall for this maneuver, every time. "Listen to me, Patty. You are going to have to settle down and start from the beginning. How did all this get started?" I did not tell her I was watching; and, this is a good test for her to come clean. Excepting all else, trust must be restored to salvage our relationship. I helped her sit up and wrapped the sheet over her shoulders. Patty used it to wipe away her tears. She took a deep breath and a moment to clear her head.

"I guess it began with us viewing those porno movies showing guys with big cocks. Combined with the stories--we read to each other, while we masturbated--about partners swinging and our favorites with the wife getting true satisfaction from a well-hung stud. Her husband watching is what you liked in those tales."

I acknowledged and asked, "How did you get with Michael?"

"Let me continue, please," she scolded. "Well, then you asked me if I wanted to feel a big cock inside me. I sure did, all right, more than ever. I did not admit my infatuation to you then, but I had fantasies, all the time, of big juicy cocks. I played with my pussy constantly. Everyday, after work, I would watch porn and fuck myself until you came home. That is why you got so many blowjobs, as soon as you walked thru the door. Bob, you benefited from my provoked lust. And you were right in saying I needed more than you could give me: I was using all four of my fingers in my pussy, while I was on my knees and sucking your dick. I desired more, indeed, more cocks and more cum--a big cock, a thick and throbbing cock is what I wanted and needed.

I started to take walks around the block, so I would not keep masturbating like a nymphomaniac. Michael lives up the street, and he was hard at work in his front yard. His only apparel was cut-off jeans and work boots. As I passed him, the first thing that caught my eye was the large bulge in his shorts. He said hello, and I returned the greeting with a compliment on the wall he erected. We introduced ourselves; I told him which house is ours. His crotch was eye level to me as he stood on his wall. We chatted about his work as a contractor. Michael said he had just finished remodeling his basement. I kept glancing at his cock and wondered as to its size. He must have noticed my curiosity and saw my attraction for his large package.

"Would you like to see it, Patty?"

"See it? Oh--Oh, the basement," I stammered.

"Yes, the basement," he said and smiled, "I need an iced tea. Would you like one, too?"

"Please, and thank you." I blushed and followed him inside.

He showed how a dingy basement could transform to a comfortable living/utility addition in an existing home. Impressed with his work, I thought about plans for a do-over of our damp basement. He poured two glasses of tea and said his wife was working in the back yard. We could see her thru the cellar window. As he talked, my attention wandered to the object of all my fantasies. I could see the outline of a rising cock muscle in his shorts, and I could not help starring at the anticipated growing hard-on. Michael has an evil way and can talk me into anything. He sensed my fascination and elemental needs for a big cock.

"It is not only my basement you came in here to see, is it, Patty?" His hand squeezed his hardening cock thru his pants. "This is what you want, isn't it. You want to see this big dick of mine."

"What about your wife? I see her stooped in the garden. She is right there, for heaven's sake."

"She can't see in; all of the windows are tinted," he assured me, and then he tempted, "Go on, feel it." He took hold of my trembling hand and placed it on the twitching denim bulge. "Do you want to see it? I would like you to, Patty."

He pulled down his zipper and dropped the shorts to his ankles. A thick, ten inches of beautiful cock stood straight up toward me. I got a chill down my spine at sight of the long pink shaft, with blue veins sticking out like surface pipelines to the swollen purple head. His low-hanging balls dangled in a clean-shaven sac and looked poised to shoot a big load of cum. With a tentative touch, I wrapped both of my hands around his cock and held it. The warmth and hardness I felt made my pussy creamy and wet.

"You never had a cock like this, had you?" he asked.

I shook my head, speechless. I am sorry to say, Bob, but he is so much larger than you are. I was still apprehensive with his wife only six feet away from the window. She was on her knees pulling weeds; and I'll be damned, if she did not appear to be starring thru the glass at me. I hoped she saw only her own reflection.

"Don't worry about her. Stroke my cock, Patty."

I went down on my knees and did as he told me. I worshipped his cock and balls. Being submissive to him excited me more. I wanted him to tell me what to do.

"Kiss it, honey. I know you want a taste."

I put my lips to his cut bloated cock, kissed it, and licked the warm spongy head. I told him that I never saw a cock as big as his; that I had only fantasies of well-hung men, like him.

"Blow me, Patty. Will you do that for me? Do it for yourself."

"Yes, I do want to, so much."

I put my lips over his cock and crammed as much as I could of it into my mouth. I jerked on the long shaft and pulled on his balls, while I pumped my head on his magnificent prick. I tried to force the whole ten inches down my throat, but I could not do it and gagged.

"Shhh, she will hear you," Michael warned, "Take your time--just suck on the head and jack me off into your mouth. You do want me to come in your mouth, don't you, Patty?"

"Yes, Michael."

"That's good. I have a lot of cum for you; I can supply all you need. Maybe, we can make this a regular thing--you and me having a little fun with each other. Hmmm, yeah, that's it. Blow me real nice and slow, Patty, and make it come with these hot lips of yours."

It must have been thirty minutes or longer, and Michael still made me orally pleasure his cock. He had me bare my breasts, so he could pull on my nipples. I had no objections, when he ordered me to stick my hand inside my panties and make myself come. I came twice for him, as he wanted. Every time he got close to coming, he instructed me to press on his perineum, just behind his balls. He held his cock over my face and luscious pre-cum oozed out and into my open mouth--on other occasions, sucking and milking his cock this way went on for over an hour. I would fuck my pussy with a toy and cream all over it, while begging him for more of his cock-honey. I did not want it to end, this first time, but his wife stood and headed toward the door.

"Suck me--hurry--she is coming down here."

He jerked fierce and fast on his cock, as I sucked on it. His hot cream shot into my mouth. I swallowed several times and still had another mouthful of cum that spewed from his lush cock.

"Do you have company, dear?" his wife asked, as she came down the steps.

I was still swallowing cum and wiping my lips when he introduced me. Her name is Liz. She is tall, with long black hair, and dark piercing eyes--a b.b.w. with a scorpion tattoo crawling up her neck. Michael explained that I live down the street and wanted to see their new basement. Maybe, I was feeling guilty, but Liz had a look in her eyes, a certain squint, that made me think she knew what we had done. She held onto my hand from our introduction, and I saw her looking at my breasts. I had left my shirt half-open in haste.

"Your renovation is very impressive. You do nice work, Michael. I was hoping you could look at our basement and give us some ideas," I said and saw Liz raise a suspicious eyebrow.

"Certainly, I can," Michael showed interest. "How about I look at it tomorrow? Is late morning--say around ten--all right with you?"

"Yes, I think ten-ish will be fine." I had work the next morning, but that was one of many sick-days used on his account. "Well, I must be leaving now. I have to get dinner ready. It was nice meeting the both of you." Liz kissed me on the cheek and said the three of us have to get together, soon--when I am willing and have more time. She made me feel a little creepy from her insinuating tone of voice, but I told her that I looked forward to it. I then walked out; and as I turned to wave, I saw them thru the window just as plain as day.

That was the first of my infidelity. I knew my life had changed from that experience. I crossed the line from frivolous flirting to a transgression of taboo. There was no way I could return to being your formerly faithful wife in a monogamous relationship; no way could I deny to myself it ever happened nor could I pretend it never will again. It made me want a big cock, more. After leaving their den of inequity, I jogged home and tore off my clothes. My pussy got the full-brunt of my libidinous excitement. I fingered myself to orgasm after orgasm.

The next morning, I answered the door in just my nightgown. I wanted Michael's cock inside my hungry pussy, right away. With no hug or kiss, he had me suck his dick in our foyer to make it good and hard. We fucked on the couch, first. My pussy never felt so full and split-open wide, as his cock rubbed on my clit while he stroked it inside me. I had so many orgasms with him fucking me (but I did make him wear a rubber, and now I am on the pill). We did it in the living room, upstairs in our bed, and in the kitchen on the table. I gave him a blowjob, while he ate the soup I made for lunch. His cum was my protein snack.

He followed me to bathroom, and he told me to squat and pee on the floor. I felt humiliated, degraded, and I lost my self-respect. You know me; I would not do something like that. I wanted to please him--no, not him, it was hi