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I had an incredibly hard day at work on that day. It wasn't the work itself. That was mundane and repetitive as always. It was more my mind racing, my heart pounding, my body trembling and a constant, burning, almost desperate excitement that consumed me all day. I lost count of how many trips to the bathroom I had made, drying myself off as the excitement got too much for me. I even had to go out at lunchtime and buy a pack of fresh panties, five pairs, and by 3pm, I only had two pairs left. The others were all soaked through and had to be disposed of. So I sat at my desk, thighs clamped together, squirming, shifting constantly in my seat as my body rebelled against any notion of control. What had me in such a state of permanent and wild arousal? I will tell you.

About a month ago I had to send out a few emails from home. My laptop was dead and I was feeling lazy. I used Jack's computer, knowing he wouldn't mind. I sent off my emails and that was that. Except I happened to click on the recent documents tab and was intrigued at what I saw. He had movies, documents, pictures, all with a single running theme. I was astounded and mildly disgusted at what I saw.

I watched a short movie with the imaginative title "Amateur Wife Gangbanged By Blacks." It was a little short on plot, I thought. Another was called "White Wife Gangbang As Hubby Watches." The plot was a little thin on that one too. I ignored the other videos in there. There was a theme to them. I found a document called "My Wife's Wild Night Out" and I read it. It told the tale of a sweet and loving wife basically having sex with what seemed to be the whole damn world. I snorted in disgust, trying to ignore the growing glow in my panties. Another tale, My Friends and My Wife, was better written with very descriptive prose. I read that one with my hand slipping inside my panties. I admit it, it turned me on.

"What are you...oh God! I can explain!" I jumped, my hand leaving my pussy with more than a little reluctance. Had he seen what I was doing? I didn't know. I looked up to see a shocked, guilty looking husband staring at me. I almost laughed at the little boy look on his face.

"I needed to send some emails," I said more calmly than I felt. "All done now. Interesting reading material."

He blushed. Bless him, he actually blushed. "I can...I..." he stammered. "It's just...it's research!"

This time I did laugh. Jack, my darling husband, is an electrician, He rewires houses for a living. Research? Yeah right.

"For a friend!" he added, lamely.

"Yeah, and I am the Queen of Sheba!" I laughed. "So...you get off on this stuff?" I cocked an eyebrow at him. I wasn't really mad. I know guys use porn and I am ok with it. It's natural. "Some of them are well written. I liked the one where he loses a bet with his friend and his wife is the prize. Totally unrealistic," I added. "but the sex scenes are hot."

He looked surprised. Relieved but surprised.

"You liked that one?" he asked, incredulously.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Just don't go making any bets with your friends!"

We both laughed then, reducing the tension. I stood up and beckoned him over. He came, slowly and sat down. I took my place on his lap and kissed him. "It's ok," I soothed. "I don't mind. It's just an interesting choice. Do you think of me like that? Do you imagine me with other men?"

"No!" he answered a little too quickly. "I never think of you like that. It's just...you know...it's...I don't know what it is. Something about it is exciting. Sorry."

"Good," I said firmly. "Because that is never going to happen. I know what you mean though, about it being exciting. It's so... oh what's the word?... so taboo." I took a chance. "In fact, if you hadn't walked in on me, I think I was heading for a major orgasm."

The chance paid off. He tensed as I said that. Another part of him tensed a little more. I wriggled on his lap, feeling that particular tension pressing into me.

"Let's read one together?" I suggested, giving him a sly little smile. He swallowed nervously, and clicked on one I hadn't seen. It was the same theme as the others, basically, wife gets fucked, husband jerks off. Again, though, it was very well written. We had both just reached the first sex scene, the wife on all fours, the handsome stranger dropping his shorts in front of her, when I had a very naughty idea.

"Read it to me," I suggested.

A little hesitantly, Jack started to read. I closed my eyes, picturing the scene he described, a smile on my lips. I reached under me, my fingers closing around his cock, straining against his pants. He stopped reading.

"Keep going," I whispered, moving from his lap and onto my knees. He continued to read, his voice becoming more than a little hoarse as I slowly undid his pants. My husbands cock sprang out at me and I giggled at that. Jack has a lovely cock. It's 7 inches long, a lovely thickness when excited and has a curve to it that fits so wonderfully inside me. Yeah, I know. People talk about 12 inch wonders but between you and me, that scares the crap out of me. Seven is heaven in my book. I wrapped my fingers around the hard shaft, stroking slowly as he tried to read the story.

"I w-watched in silence as Brenda parted her lips, leaning down to the stranger in our hotel room..." He paused, closing his eyes as I started to stroke him faster. I squeezed his throbbing cock, urging him to continue. "Ta...taking him into her eager mouth...oh God!"

He had stopped again as my mouth engulfed his hardness, inching down along his length, taking him as deep as I can. He loves it when I do that. I swear, I could demand the world when his cock is completely buried in my mouth and Jack would do his utmost to get it for me. Thats real power!

When my nose pressed against him, I stopped, holding him there a moment before pulling back, dragging my lips around the shaft until he left my mouth. "You've stopped again," I gently admonished him. He continued to read, pausing to gasp as I lunged back down, taking his whole cock in one sudden movement. He rallied and continued to read. I began to suck, softly at first, as I pulled back, his cock gliding over my tongue, until he left my mouth again. This time, I extended my tongue, swirling it over the soft , velvet head, tracing it up and down his length before taking him back into MY eager mouth. He moaned, he groaned, he gamely tried to keep reading. To tell the truth, I had stopped listening at this point anyway. I let him slip from my lips, my fingers wrapping around his hardness again. I reached up, took hold of the mouse and shut the page down. I looked up at him, my eyes half closed with desire.

"Fuck me!" I panted. "Oh God, Jack. Please fuck me now!"

He didn't need asking again. He leaped to his feet, yanked my skirt up and my panties down, pushed me over his chair and he did exactly what I wanted, what I needed. He fucked me right there and then. He fucked me hard, he fucked me fast and I was in pure heaven. He fucked me with an urgency that I shared, my hips rocking in time with his thrusts and I felt him tense and swell inside me. I cried out as he fired his seed deep into me. He cried out with me and we collapsed on the chair together, breathless, hot and so very satisfied.

"You don't mind?" he asked me eventually. I murmured merrily, still feeling a very definite glow.

"If you fuck me like that, darling" I almost purred. "I don't mind one little bit."

He held me a little tighter, knowing how much I absolutely love being held after sex. For me, that's as good as the sex itself. The shared intimacy, the bonds of love, the closeness can be even better sometimes. Jack held me perfectly, loving me as much as I loved him. I felt safe, warm, happy. Feeling his cum inside me added a blissful touch to it.

"But don't go getting any ideas." I stretched languidly against him, feeling his body so reassuringly close to mine. "I am not Brenda!"

He laughed and squeezed me playfully. "No," He conceded. "You are my Karen. So much hotter than Brenda."

We moved to the bedroom and made love. We never fuck in our bed; we make love and it is wonderful. After almost six years of marriage, my husband still made me feel like he did the very first time he was inside me. In simple terms, he made me feel wanted, desired and above all, loved.

And the way I responded to his touch, I am sure I made him feel the same way.

For the next few nights, I got home from work, we had dinner and then crowded around his computer, searching for more stories. I wasn't interested in the videos, much to his chagrin. It's not hard to explain but I am not sure he ever got it. A video lays it all out for you in rather gory detail. I think the description of sex is so much more thrilling than the sight of it. I want to engage my imagination, my thoughts, not simply watch it unfold before me. I guess people just need different things. For me, it was mostly internal so the stories worked so much better.

Jack got his revenge one night. It was a story of a wanton wife being passed around by a bunch of students, each carrying out a more depraved act upon her. This time, Jack insisted I read to him. I was so excited when he slipped down between my legs, his tongue driving me totally wild until I practically leaped on him. One thing my Jack REALLY knows how to do is take me over the edge with that tongue. Three orgasms later, I was a puddle in his arms, glowing happily, smiling merrily and just about as content as could be.

"Do you imagine yourself as the wife in the story?" Jack asked, nonchalantly stroking my arm.

"Sometimes," I answered without thinking, hurriedly adding. "Just sometimes but it's only in my mind. I would never do anything like that. I couldn't. It's all very exciting and wild but, you know, it's just not me. I am yours and yours alone, my darling."

The truth is, I did sometimes imagine me as the heroine of the story and it excited me beyond belief. I was not lying though. Imagining is one thing, doing is another thing entirely. The thing that struck me most about these tales was that there was no aftermath, no possibility of recriminations or regrets. It seemed to me that once the excitement of the situation wore off, a husband and wife could have a really hard time continuing in their marriage. Then again, this was fiction, this was fantasy.

"You could do it if you wanted to." Jack's voice was level, carefully measured; a question without being a question.

I was shocked. Had my husband just asked me to have sex with other men? It seemed so. I jumped up, angry.

"No way!" I retorted. "I do NOT want to. I am shocked you would even suggest such a thing!"

The moment was over and I bundled up my clothes, virtually running to the bathroom and shutting the door firmly behind me. That's when I realised the wetness I felt in my recently filled pussy was so much more than Jack's seed filling me. I was so aroused, so incredibly wet, that I was almost flowing with the excitement. I shook my head and set about cleaning myself up. I looked up as the door opened seeing Jack looking very sheepish.

"Sorry love" he held out his hand to me and I took it. "I didn't mean to upset you." I gave him a reassuring smile and held out my hand to him while strange thoughts whirled dangerously in my mind.

And so it went on. We were into a new routine, sharing stories, reading them together. We didn't make love every time. We didn't even fuck every time. We just enjoyed our moments living in a fantasy world. Then one night, we found a story that affected us both. It was a simple enough tale, I suppose. The wife had no idea who was fucking her, one after another, the husband watching, encouraging her. There was something about this story that really appealed to me. It was the thrill of not knowing, I think. It wasn't so much the sex, which was written well enough, but the whole situation that really got to me.

I lost control early on in that story and I jumped up on Jack's lap, took his cock in my hand and guided it to my dripping, soaked pussy. I rode him so hard, bouncing up and down on his cock, screaming obscenities until I had one of the most powerful orgasms ever. When Jack came, grunting with the power of it, jet after jet of hot cum shot into me, forcing a second orgasm to rocket through my already spent body. I simply collapsed against him, breathless.

He stroked his hands along my thighs and I almost jumped, I was so sensitive.

"Wow!" he exclaimed. I raised my head, looking into his eyes.

"Wow!" I agreed wholeheartedly.

"I guess you liked that story a little too much." Jack smiled. "Were you imagining it was you this time?"

I shifted a little uncomfortably and slowly nodded. My emotions were running high after such intense and wild sex. I get like that sometimes. I have even been known to cry after really intense sex. The first time that happened, Jack was so worried. I tried to explain it to him and I think he got it. Actually, I know he got it, he all but punches the air in triumph if I cry after sex. Men!

I nodded and probably looked a little wretched. Jack held me a little tighter.

"What's wrong?" He asked, a concerned look on his handsome face. I felt a swell of love for my man and a tear rose in my eye.

"I just feel like..." I began. I paused, swallowing hard. "Don't get angry at me. I just feel like that is something I could do. All of the other stories, with the wife screwing her husband's friends, her husband's boss, work colleagues, all of that, I could never do any of that. That would be too much like cheating on you. I know how stupid that sounds. The whole thing is stupid. But that... not knowing who it was... that feels different, you know? It feels like it wouldn't be cheating, somehow." I looked at him, earnestly.

He reached up, wiping the tear from my cheek.

"Karen," he said softly. "Why would I be angry? I fantasize about it too. I imagine seeing you with other men and it is so exciting to me. I know I shouldn't but I do. If anyone should be sorry here, it's me. It's like I turn you into a porn star in my head and you are worth so much more than that. And yes, I get your point about that story, the whole not knowing thing. I don't agree that it would be cheating if I knew about it and was there to see it but I definitely see how you not knowing who it is would somehow seem, I don't know if this is the right word, easier."

I looked at him slightly wide eyed. For Jack, that was a long speech. I could also tell he had put a lot of thought into the matter. I sat up, shifting on his lap, his cock still buried inside me. I also very keenly noticed that he had not softened.

"Is this something you want me to do?" I asked. "Is it something you would be ok with? Seeing your wife fucked by another man?" I felt a twitch inside me. I already knew the idea turned him on, now I was feeling the evidence.

"No." He said most definitely. I actually felt let down. Crazy, isnt it? My arousal, my excitement, reduced when he said no. "Not another man. Other men."

I trembled at that, revealing my own desire to him.

"Here is how I see it. I may be wrong." He stroked my arms, his strong, slightly rough hands moving up and down my sensitive skin. "If you have sex with another man, you might develop feelings for him. You could come to "like" him very much. It could so easily turn into an affair and that would be too hard to cope with."

I nodded. There was a sort of twisted logic in there.

"But other men," he went on. "A few men, all fucking you. There is still the risk you could fall for one of them, or more, but I think that risk is much lower. Plus, of course, I would be there, watching. I would be there to protect you from them and also to protect you from yourself. If I saw even a hint of that happening, I would pull the plug, no matter what."

"You have really thought about this," I said, a gently admonishing tone in my voice.

"Yes, I have," Jack nodded. "I have thought about it a lot. I have seen a lot of the problems you have seen, I am sure, but this answers so many of them. I am also sure there are problems we haven't thought of. Do you love me?"

The question threw me, coming so suddenly.

"Of course I love you!" I exclaimed. "How could you doubt it?"

Jack smiled reassuringly, squeezing me a little tighter. I felt his cock ramrod hard inside me, occasionally pulsing. His hands moved to my hips, lifting me and lowering me back down. I closed my eyes.

"I never doubted it for a second. I never will. And I hope you know just how much I love you." He moved me a little faster, eventually letting go of my hips, hands gliding up to my breasts. I moved unaided now, gently rising and falling on his hardness; his hardness that had remained within me for the entire conversation, his seed still filling me. It felt so erotic.

"Do you want to do it?" he whispered into my ear.

" I AM doing it," I breathed.

Jack laughed, his body rippling, his cock rippling inside me.

"Do you want to act out the story?" he spoke more seriously. I looked into his eyes. I nodded.

"Yes."

Jack moved me to the floor. Jack fucked me hard.

I lay awake most of that night, thinking about what I had said to my husband. I had told him I wanted to have sex with a group of men. It was a miracle to me that he was still there, sleeping beside me. How can anyone accept something like that and snore so loudly?

And he had said he wanted me to do it! That was as much a shock to me as my own desire. Oh, I know he watched the videos and read the stories but to actually want to turn the fantasy into a reality? I was angry at him at that moment. Or was I angry at myself? Then my thoughts turned to the event itself. I imagined what it would be like, the way it would make me feel and I grew instantly moist at the thoughts rushing through my mind. I eventually drifted into a troubled sleep.

I woke in the morning, finding an empty bed. I looked at the clock and moaned to see the time. I should have been up an hour ago. I listened, hearing Jack moving around downstairs and I climbed out of bed. I caught my reflection in the mirror and stood still, looking at myself. I haven't really described myself, have I? Well, I am nothing special. I am certainly not beautiful and I most definitely do not have a model figure. I know we are always our own worst critics but it's better to be honest. I am not ugly. I suppose I am pretty in my own unique way. My nose is too big, my eyes are too small, my lips are too thin. Worst critic, right?

There are some positives. I am not fat, I am not thin. I am just, you know, average. I was athletic in my youth, about a century and a half ago, and my body still retained some of the definition I once had but it was mostly all heading inevitably south. My boobs are not bad, still reasonably firm but trust me on this, the only bra I am going to bust out of is a trainer. Of course, Jack insists more than a mouthful is wasted. Isn't he sensitive? I turned to look at my ass. I know it was still quite firm and rounded but to me, it was heading towards saggy and dimpled. Jack walked in the room, fully dressed and ready for work, seeing me check out my own ass. He just grinned.

"Looks like I am going to be late today," he pushed me gently towards the bed.

"Damn traffic," I sighed opening myself fully to him.

We lay there afterwards, Jack holding me the way he knows I love to be held.

"What if nobody wants to do it?" I asked, apropos of nothing. Somehow, he knew what I meant. We hadn't discussed it so far that morning but it was so clearly on both our minds.

"Why wouldn't they?" he turned my face to his.

"Well," I murmured. "I am nothing special and I am getting old. How do you know anyone would even want to fuck me?" I looked up at his smiling face. He slapped my behind playfully.
"Enough of the getting old talk! I am three years older than you! And are you joking with me? Nothing special? Karen, you are something REALLY special. You are just plain gorgeous!"

I blushed, I smiled happily.

"You are biased," I returned his swat with one of my own then kissed him primly on his cheek. "But thank you anyway. Seriously though, if we do this, how do you know anyone would actually want to? I doubt they would so maybe we should forget the whole thing."

He took my hands in his and turned very serious.

"Any man who didn't want to is either dead, gay or in a c***." I smiled at that. "But I am never going to say we have to do this. I still want to but it has to be both of us and I promise you, I am not going to sulk if you decide no. Well, maybe a little bit of sulking. Two, three months of sulking, tops."

I giggled at my silly husband and wrapped myself back up in his arms.

"I will think about it," I whispered before tearing myself from his embrace. "Now go. Unless there has been a natural disaster, no way you would be this late."

"No problem," Jack stretched out on the bed. "I will just tell them my insatiable wife demanded that I fuck her and..."

We both giggled then, the pillow I threw at him landing squarely on his dumb old face.

I didn't start work until 11 that morning so I had plenty of time to shower and get ready, all the while my mind working away at the problem and the desire. I knew I wanted to do this but I wondered why. I spent most of the day at work wondering why. I work in a real estate office so it's easy to daydream. Why did I want to do this?

I love my husband. It had not occurred to me to sleep with anyone else before now. I just didn't want to. I had my share of men trying it on with me but none of them were my Jack so saying no was a simple enough job. Our sex life was not boring or dull or even rare. Jack was a gifted and generous lover who knew just what buttons to push and when to push them. He pushed them quite regularly, thank God! So it wasn't any sort of dissatisfaction that drove me to want to do this. It was pure excitement, the thrill of the... of the... the wrongness of it all. Yes, that was the word. Wrongness.

There was something else Jack had said that kept playing in my mind. "It's like I turn you into a porn star in my head."

That simple sentence excited me so much. Me, a porn star? Why not? I know it's not EVERY woman's fantasy but it had quickly become mine. To be desired completely, to have that effect on men, it was all so exciting, thrilling and deeply arousing to me.

This thought was usually followed by another. What happens after? Jack might not love me. He might not want to touch me after that. I might disgust him. And what about me? What if I enjoyed it so much that Jack would not be enough for me? What if I wanted it more and more?

All day long, the thoughts chased each other around my beleaguered brain. I had to go lock myself in the bathroom at one point, hiding until the tears stopped falling. I was in a state of total turmoil. I wanted this; I didn't want to lose Jack.

I got through the day and got home. I made dinner, nothing fancy. This was not a fancy food kind of a night. I met Jack at the door, helping him out of his coat and wrapping my arms around him, kissing him as lovingly as I could. He returned the kiss, becoming more passionate as it went on. I broke from him.

"Easy Tiger," I smiled. "We need to talk. We need to eat and talk."

Jack sat down to dinner opposite me.

"Straight to the point," I said in my best businesslike voice. "We need to talk seriously about what we said last night. I am going first."

Jack opened his mouth and I held up my hand to silence him.

"I spent all day agonising over this. I was yes then I was no then I was I don't know. You know?" I could see by the look on his face that he clearly knew and I knew he had a similar day to mine, minus the tears, of course. "It's so exciting but it's so dangerous. I love you, Jack. I really do. I know you said you want this too but I am scared."

"What are you scared of?"

"I am scared that it could end things for us. I am scared that if I do this, you won't want to touch me again. I am scared that if I do this and it goes wrong, I won't want to touch you again for letting me, no, MAKING me do it. I know you are not making me do anything but that's how I will feel after. I am also scared that I would turn into a dirty slut."

"You are already a dirty slut," Jack tried to lighten the mood. "That's why I married you."

I smiled weakly.

"Be serious, Jack, please. Sorry, honey, but I need you to be serious."

"I don't think it could end things for us. I know I want you to do this and like I said, I would be there and I would pull the plug on the whole thing at the first sign of any trouble. That includes me not being able to take it. I cannot imagine a time when I would not want to touch you. I am crazy about you. You may have noticed? If it goes wrong, again, it stops. Period. And I know you too well, if I thought for one second this would turn you into something you are not, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

I smiled, relieved to hear what I already knew. I just needed to hear it.

"Who would you get to do it, to do me?" I asked.

"None of your business," he grinned. "Isn't that the whole point?"

"Yeah," I grinned back. "Just testing. But we need to lay out some rules if this is ever going to work."

"Ok," Jack turned serious. "The guys would be carefully handpicked, tested, checked. Nobody you work with, nobody I work with. No neighbors! No unnecessary complications. It can't happen here. This is our home, our nest. It has to happen somewhere, you know, neutral. And most of all, right down to the wire, it cannot happen if either one of us back out. Even at the very last moment, say the word, I pull the plug."

He never ceased to surprise me, that man. The way he described it was almost exactly how I had it planned in my head. Apart from the detail of not doing it here. I hadn't thought of that and I was deeply embarrassed that he had.

"And no matter how much you bug me about it, before or after, I am not going to tell you who any of the guys are. Never." He added with a determined set to his jaw that he knew always failed to work against me. This time, however, I suspected he would stick to his guns.

We spent the next two hours talking back and forth, laying out rules, coming up with objections, resolving them. I doubt there has ever been a military campaign planned so meticulously. Finally, we found ourselves talking in circles, going over the same well trodden ground.

"Are we going to do this?" I was sat in my favorite place, on his lap. "Really?"

Jack looked at me carefully, taking his time.

"Yes. We are."

We stared at each other, excited by the prospect, frightened at the prospect.

"Take me to bed," I whispered. "Make love to me, please?"

He carried me up the stairs, laid me on our bed and took me to heaven and back. Three times.

A week went by. Another. We talked about it constantly. Details were ironed out and crumpled up to be ironed out again. We knew it would happen on a friday for obvious reasons. Obvious to Jack, that is. I hadn't thought of them. We both had weekends off. Friday night was perfect because it gave us both a full two days to recover, if recovery was needed. Apart from recovery, doing it on a friday meant there was no need to rush anything. I was impressed and a little scared at just how much thought Jack put into this.

It also meant I could relax more easily through the week. That first friday, after our big decision, was fraught. I was jumpy, nervous as hell and about as aroused and excited as I could possibly be. Or so I thought.

On the fourth week, Jack turned cold on me. We didn't make love at all. We didnt fuck. I tried but he always brushed me off, tight lipped and silent. I thought that was that. I thought that my willingness to do this, to let other men fuck me, had sickened him and I was on my way to losing him. I tried asking him but he made reassuring noises and asked me to be patient. I didn't press him on it.

Friday morning came around and Jack was ready for work. I stood at the door with him, ready to give him his kiss, when he leaned close to me, whispering in my ear.

"Tonight," his words curled hotly over my ear. "It happens tonight."

He kissed me. I returned the kiss as best I could. My legs were like jelly. All of me was like jelly. Tonight. It became real.

I had an incredibly hard day at work on that day. It wasn't the work itself. That was mundane and repetitive as always. It was more my mind racing, my heart pounding, my body trembling and a constant, burning, almost desperate excitement that consumed me all day. I lost count of how many trips to the bathroom I had made, drying myself off as the excitement got too much for me. I even had to go out at lunchtime and buy a pack of fresh panties, five pairs, and by 3pm, I only had two pairs left.

"Mrs Karen Stokes?"

I looked up, my face flushed, knowing my arousal was all too obvious but unable to do anything about it. A man stood in front of me, young, in uniform. I frowned.

"Package for you, Mrs Stokes," the man said flatly. I reached out my trembling hand, feeling rather than seeing the package placed in it.

"Sign here, please."

I signed, my signature an illegible scrawl. The man looked at me.

"Everything ok, ma'am?" He asked.

"It's all good," I muttered. "Thanks."

He left and I looked down at the package. It was small, no bigger than a letter. I opened it nervously and emptied it out onto my desk. It looked like a credit card and a folded piece of paper. I was curious; curious enough to forget my insanely aroused state for a moment. I unfolded the paper.

"Majestic Hotel, Room 207, 7pm."

I knew that clipped, neat and methodical handwriting as well as I knew my own. Jack.

The credit card was not a credit card. It was the key to a hotel room. I suddenly felt sick and ran once more to the bathroom. My heart was hammering wildly in my chest. My hands shook uncontrollably and my mind had a full force storm of emotion, of excitement, of fear, raging through it.

"This shit became real" I whispered to myself, forcing a wry smile.

I thought of backing out. I still wanted this, my gushing vagina was proof of that alone. I wanted it so bad but I thought this was the time to back out. Then I thought of Jack, of all the trouble he had gone to. He clearly had the men lined up ready. He had booked the hotel room, even sent me the key. He wanted it too. I couldn't let him down.

That was the wrong thought. I couldn't let myself down. If I didn't do this, I would always wonder about it. If I didn't do this, I would probably end up cheating on Jack for real. I couldn't let that happen but something inside me, given my heightened state of excited arousal, told me it was likely. I stayed in the bathroom long enough to regain some form of control. I peeled off another soaked pair of panties, tossing them into the sanitary bin along with the others. I dried myself the best I could and slipped on another pair. I went back to my desk and sat down, collecting my ravaged thoughts. Some of them would not be collected.

I watched the clock avidly for the rest of the day. At 5pm, some of the agents who worked from the office came back to file whatever paperwork they had to file. I listened numbly to their talk of closing deals, making money and other insignificant matters. At 5.30pm, I once again had the office to myself.

At 6pm, I locked up and left, walking through the streets, my head buzzing, my heart thudding, my panties clinging uncomfortably to my soaked pussy. I took the bus, for a change. I didn't want to be on a crowded subway train in the state I was in. People packed tight against me would be too much to handle and I just knew the scent of my arousal would not go unnoticed.. The bus was busy but nowhere near as much. A guy sat beside me, watching me intently. I must have been giving off some pretty strong signals. I did what I always did at such moments. I raised my left hand, wiggled my fingers, showing my wedding ring. Eventually, he got the message. Then we reached my stop. I looked out of the window at The Majestic Hotel and my heart skipped a minimum of ten beats.

I walked through the lobby as if in a trance, reaching the lift. I stood in the lift, barely aware of the others who climbed in there with me. I got off on the second floor, walked a short way down the corridor to room 207. I paused there for an eternity, staring at the door. Eventually, I took out the key card and swiped it. The door opened with a deafening click.

I took the first faltering step into the darkened room and into silence. I reached for the switch and blinked rapidly in the blinding pool of brightness. The room was empty. Where was Jack? I closed the door behind me and sank down into an easy chair. It was either sit down or fall down at that point. It was a decent room, a good size. Two easy chairs framed a wooden dresser and the whole room was dominated by a king size bed. I stared at that bed, picturing what was going to happen on it, when I saw another folded piece of paper. I reached for it and unfolded it.

"Strip completely. Everything off."

That same neat handwriting. Something about the impersonal instructions got to me. I think anything would have got to me at that point. I did as it said, removing my soiled panties, my skirt, my blouse, folding them all and putting them on the back of one of the chairs. I kicked off my shoes too. The note said completely, after all.

"Good girl," I almost screamed in shock at the voice behind me. I whirled around and there was Jack, framed in the bathroom doorway. I ran to him, collapsing in his arms. He held me for a moment then gently pushed me to arms length.

"I said everything," he whispered, reaching for my hand. I watched as he slipped my wedding ring from my finger, pocketing it. I looked at him inquisitively. He pulled me close again.

"I know this is hard for you," he whispered. "I know you thought about backing out. I did too. It scares me and it excites me all at the same time. You too?"

I nodded, clinging to him.

"I took off your wedding ring because I think if I saw it on your hand when they... when it all starts, it would complicate things. Do you understand that?"

I nodded. I understood.

"We have not made love this week," Jack went on. "And I said I would explain. I thought that after a week of frustration, you would be more open, more willing." His hand brushed over my stomach, down over my mound, eliciting a deep moan from me as his fingers glided over my soaked sex. "Was that wrong of me?"

"No," I breathed.

"Turn around," he ordered, pushing me gently from my hold on him. I did as I was told. Something black closed over my eyes, cutting off my sight. I could hear my heartbeat then, so loud, so fast. Jack felt it too. His lips came close to my ear.

"Remember," he spoke soothingly, calmly. "I am with you. If it gets too much, say the word and it all stops. Ok?"

I nodded as he guided me blindly to the bed, easing me down on the soft covers.

"And if it gets too much for me, I will stop it. Is that ok with you? No matter what?"

I nodded again, unable to speak at this point. He gently stroked my cheek and whispered in my ear one more time.

"I love you."

"I l-love you t-too," I stammered in response. His lips brushed over mine for an instant.

"Then we begin," he said more loudly. I heard movement, slow, steady, padding footsteps perhaps? I heard the thunk of a closing door. I heard breathing, deep breathing.

I jumped as hands rested on my thighs, stifling a cry. Other hands moved to my stomach, touching, stroking gently. I felt a hand in mine and an arm around my shoulder, knowing that to be Jack. He made shushing, gentle sounds as the two pairs of hands caressed me so softly. A third pair joined them, on my breasts this time, my nipples hard at the touch, my back arched. The hands on my thighs moved inwards, slowly, softly. I tensed and they stopped, stroking gently until I relaxed slightly. Then they put pressure on my inner thighs, easing them apart. I resisted at first but the squeeze of my hand was so reassuring.

The hands stroking my stomach dipped down over my taut skin, down over my trimmed mound, touching my sex, making me jump again. The hands on my thighs moved up and a finger entered me effortlessly. I cried out, biting my lower lip.

"Man, she is..."

"No talking!" Jack snapped. "Not another word." I squeezed his hand then.

Silence returned apart from the heavy breathing, my own, the swish of hands on my bare skin. The hands on my breasts caressing me, pinching my hard nipples, the finger inside me joined by another, another finger moving in circles over my hardened clit. It was too much.

I came there and then. An instant orgasm that took me by surprise. But it wasn't instant, was it? The foreplay had lasted several hours, ever since Jack said "Tonight". My orgasm was powerful, loud, violent enough to pause the hands on my body for a moment. They soon returned to the stroking, caressing, impaling of my shaking body. Another hand stroked my cheek and I frowned, trying to count the hands on me. I lost track. Was it four pairs now?

Jack tried to ease his fingers from my grip and my grip tightened. I need his hand. I needed him to ground me, to keep me sane. The stroking continued until suddenly, it stopped, every hand removed. I lay there, panting, breath coming in short ragged bursts in the silence. I felt a weight on the bed, low down, between my legs. I flinched again as a hand rested on each knee, prising them further apart. I swallowed hard. This was it, I thought. This was it. Oh God, this was it...

The weight on the bed shifted upwards, covering me. I felt skin on my skin, sliding up my legs. And then I felt something move over my swollen pussy lips. Something soft yet unyielding, moving up and down, following the contours of the folds of my sex.

"Are you ok?" Jack whispered.

"Yes," I croaked.

"Are you ready?" he whispered back.

"Yes" I breathed.

And then I screamed as a cock, a cock I didn't know, a cock I had not seen, entered me all too easily, filling my pussy in one fast lunging thrust. I screamed again as another orgasm rippled through me, not as violent, not as powerful. The unseen man began to move, slowly at first, his cock gliding in and out of my pussy. I heard the sounds it made, the hot wet sounds of my arousal as his cock slid into me. He became more urgent, fucking me harder, his thrusts becoming more powerful. My hips had started to move with him, flexing and rising to meet his thrusts. I moaned each time. It felt so good, so excitingly good. I opened my mouth to scream again and felt something touch my lips. I knew what it was and I craned my neck, parting my lips further as another cock slid into my mouth. I sucked on that cock, I sucked hard. My tongue was never still, swirling over the thick shaft. Jack let go of my hand, pushing it down the bed until it reached another hard cock. My fingers wrapped around it, squeezing and stroking it.

I had become a creature of instinct, of response. I did what I did without thought. The sensations running through me made cogent thought impossible. The cock inside me swelled, stiffened and I knew what was coming. And come it did, hot semen rushing into me, filling my unprotected pussy. I screamed in pleasure too, muffled by the cock buried in my mouth.

The weight lifted from me, immediately replaced by another. The cock gone from my hand as the unknown man took his place between my spread thighs. Another cock entered me, not so easily. It was bigger, thicker, stretching me wide. Whoever he was, he was careful. He eased it into me slowly until he was fully inside. He withdrew just as slowly, fucking me so carefully, letting me get used to him. I felt him lean down and my heart lurched again. Bearded lips kissed mine and I breathed in his scent.
I knew this man. I knew who he was. I don't know if it was my other senses coming to life because of the blindfold but I knew the smell of this man. I could picture the beard, the body lying on top of me. The shape fit, the beard fit. The smell of his deodorant fit. I knew who this was. I knew I was being fucked by Dan, the best man at our wedding and Jack's closest friend. I almost panicked.

What was the biggest turn on? Not knowing who was fucking me or pretending to not know? I cannot answer that. What I can say is that Dan had picked up the pace now, his cock thrusting more forcefully inside me and it felt so good, so wonderfully amazing that I could not have stopped even if I wanted to. My hips bucked and writhed against him, my legs wrapping around him, pulling him into me. I came again, swiftly, copiously, the excitement rising with every thrust. I had forgot the cock buried in my mouth and resumed sucking, only to have it pulled out. That's when the man I knew to be Dan filled me with his seed, grunting as his cock pulsed inside me. He kissed me again, gently, then he pulled out of me. I felt his seed, as well as that of the other man, ooze from my gaping pussy.

I barely had time to feel it when rough hands caught me, spun me over and lifted me onto all fours. I did not protest. Then a weight on the bed alerted me to a fresh cock but it was wrong. It was in the wrong place. I struggled.

"No!" I cried hoarsely. "Not there. NO!"

He seemed to ignore me, his cock pressing harder against my anus until the pressure was suddenly gone. I knew Jack had stepped in. He knows I do not like anal sex even with him. He knew I would not want it and he saved me. My hammering heart took a moment to swell with love for my man. The moment did not last as the cock resumed its passage inside me, but this time in my pussy. And I was glad. If anything, this one was even bigger. Because of my position on all fours, it went so deep inside me, so easily and he just fucked me hard and fast. I screamed and screamed until a cock was thrust into my mouth. I tasted myself on that cock and I breathed in a familiar scent. It was Dan again, Dan who had just fucked me, hardening in my mouth. I sucked noisily on him, drool running down my chin as his cock moved back and forth into my mouth.

The man inside me gripped my waist hard and held me still while he grunted in violent release, his seed firing into me. I opened my eyes wide in shock as it kept on coming, spurt after spurt. He slapped my ass and pulled out of me, another instantly taking his place, slipping so easily into me.

I lost count of how many fucked me. I knew there were four men in that room besides my husband. I lost count of how many times each of them fucked me. Every time I had a cock in my pussy, I had another in my mouth, filling me with my own taste as I made them hard again.

I lost count of how many orgasms I had. Time after time, my body arced in tight, screaming climax. I know Dan was the last one to fuck me, turning me over once more, into a missionary position. There was a tenderness in that fuck, a softness that worried me although I knew I needed it to be that way. I was growing sore now with all that fucking. He didn't cum this time. He slowed and slowed until he lay still inside me. His cock twitched and pulsed for a moment but nothing fired into me. He pulled out, kissing my cheek, then all was still and silent.

I lay on the damp bed, breathless, glowing, covered in perspiration, a fog of exhausted contentment washing over me. I don't know how much time passed as I lay there but when I came to my senses, the room was totally silent, nothing but my laboured breathing to disturb it.

Then I felt a weight on the mattress again. I was going to protest. I couldn't take any more. Then the body lay on top of me and all protests were forgotten. The cock that slipped inside me, so wonderfully, so right, removed any thoughts of saying no. I knew this one perfectly.

I smiled.

"I love you Jack," I whispered.

"I love you too, Karen," Jack replied at once.

He made love to me. He made love to me properly and it was good and right and perfect.

Epilogue.

We stayed overnight at the hotel. Jack held me, I held him. We talked about what I had done, how we each had felt. Jack said he was as jealous as hell when that first cock entered me but he kept it under control. He saw the panic in me and somehow, that helped him.

I told him how each had felt. I thought about telling him I knew Dan was one of the men but I let it go for now. I told him how each had felt and that how none of them, from the biggest to the smallest felt like him. I explained that the moment he entered me, I knew it was him. How could I not know it?

I know many of you will not believe this but this whole experience has made me love my man more than ever. Feeling him inside me after those strangers reminded me of just how good my man makes me feel. It also reminded me that I do not need anyone else to satisfy me. I am his. Period.

For Jack's part, he said it was so exciting seeing me as his very own porn star and that he had been right all along. I was SO much better than any actual porn star he had ever seen.

There never were any recriminations. We never repeated the experience. I didn't need to and neither did Jack. We talked about it often and it always ended in us fucking wildly and desperately. Believe me, after Jack fucks me like that, no other man even exists.

Oh and Dan...

Well, that was awkward. The next time I saw Dan, I blushed hotly, giving away the fact that I knew he had fucked me, both ends even. He blushed too, bless him. It was awkward. His words summed it up.

"Karen," he said shyly. "When Jack asked me to help him with this, I was shocked and also deeply honored. You know I love the guy, right? Don't get me wrong, you are a fine piece of...yeah, you know you are." He grinned. "And I am still honored to have fu...to have shared that with you. But here is the thing, I am never going to do it again unless two things happen. First, Jack has to ask me to. Second, you have to ask me to as well. It has to be both or none. Simple as that."

I smiled and kissed his cheek. Of course, he told Jack that I knew. Best buddies, remember.

Jack explained it to me. He always said he would stop it, no matter what, but he isn't a fool. Dan is a big guy. He knew that if trouble came, he and Dan together could deal with it. Like the man who tried to take my ass. They both grabbed him.

I still don't know who the other men were. I don't want to know. I love opening the door to the mailman and wondering if he fucked me in that hotel room.

And from the satisfied smile on Jack's face after I leap on him when he comes home, he loves it too.