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Alicia's Cheating Ways

I have always trusted my wife, not because I thought she would never fool around. I believe that nearly all men and women will stray at some point. I've never been the jealous type. For me trust is about knowing that the other person in your life really loves you, and I've always known how Alicia feels about me. Of course, these thoughts had formulated in my mind at a time when I never even considered the possibility that my wife might be unfaithful. It was not until an incident at work last December that I had cause to put my theory to the test, to find out whether I really was capable of jealousy, and to find out whether my wife was capable of infidelity.

I work in a Sales office with four other men and one Friday afternoon we began talking about the upcoming Christmas office party. One of the new guys, Ray, began asking about the two sales co-ordinators in the office, both young women who were barely out of school.

"Do you think they'll be up for a laugh at the office party, then?" he asked the group of us.

"Yeah," I replied. "I think they're all right. Seem okay to talk to."

"I'm not interested in what they've got to say. I want to know if they'll get their tits out and stuff."

There's always been a lot of crude banter in our office, and Ray was the crudest.

"I can't see that happening," said Tony sadly. He was the oldest of us at forty-five, and being recently divorced, the only time he got to see a woman naked these days was at pubs which featured strippers at lunchtime.

"Well, you never know," said Ray. "Hey, Steve. Do you remember when we were at Oakley's a couple of years ago?"

"I was waiting for you to mention that", he replied.

I knew that Steve and Ray had worked together before, but I didn't know it was at Oakleys. This was a telesales company in East London where my wife had once done some temping work. It was actually while she was there that she convinced me to go into telesales myself and quit the boring civil service job I had up to then.

"Ha ha," Ray laughed. "Well, Steve, are you going to tell them what happened or shall I?"

"Go ahead," Steve laughed.

"Okay. So we were at the Christmas party, right. We hadn't hired a function room or anything. Just did it in the office. Everyone started drinking at about midday and by five we were all pretty wasted. Then one of the girls, which one was it?" he asked Steve.

"I don't know, Alicia or Jane."

"Probably Alicia. She was this right sexy blonde. Legs up to her ass. Only there for a short while. Anyway, she said 'let's liven things up a bit with a competition. So she and the other girls went into the boss' office and photocopied their tits and asses and we had to guess whose was whose."

As Ray carried on talking, I was trying to think rapidly, while continuing to listen to the story. Could it be my Alicia he was talking about? It sounded like her from his description. She moved around to a lot of different offices while she was temping and I wasn't sure of the dates she was at Oakleys, but it had to be her, really.

Ray's story was that just one guy, Oliver, matched the photocopies to the girls correctly, and for his prize, he got to kiss all three of them under the mistletoe. Then Ray said to them, that they only had their word for it that Oliver was the only one who got it right, and that they should prove it. In the end two of the three girls stripped off and let the guys examine the evidence. I was about to ask him which of the girls didn't do it, when the district manager, Mr Hives came in the office and asked me for a brief meeting in my private office.

As I sat at my desk listening to Mr Hives, I looked through the window that looked out onto the sales area. Ray was continuing with his story. I wondered if anything else had happened. I wasn't sure if Ray's stories could be trusted but I thought that Steve would probably tell me the truth, so I decided to ask him before the day was out. I hadn't really taken in anything that Mr Hives had said, and when he stood up from his chair I said goodbye to him.

"What do you mean, goodbye? Didn't you hear me? We have to go to Mr Johal's office. He was my biggest client before my promotion, and I want you to meet him. From now on he'll be conducting all his business through you. This could mean a lot of money for you, so don't fuck it up."

When we got to Mr Johal's office he invited us for a liquid lunch at his club, where we spent the rest of the afternoon going over various figures and estimates. I tried to concentrate as best I could, but I kept wondering whether my wife had actually stripped naked in front of other men. I didn't know if she actually did it, or whether she was even working there at the time, but I knew that I was going to find out, one way or another.

As the meeting dragged on I realised that I would have to wait until Monday before I could speak to Steve and find out in more detail what had happened. I didn't want to wait that long, so I decided that I might be able to find out from my wife herself. As soon as I managed to get away from Mr Johal's club, I called Alicia at home and asked her to meet me for dinner nearby. I made sure she had a lot of wine to drink during the meal. I knew this would be the best way to loosen her tongue, if I was to force a confession out of her. I had a definite plan in mind, and throughout the evening I did my best to relax her and make her feel good. When we got back home we began to kiss and caress each other on the sofa, as we normally do as a preliminary to making love in the bedroom. I soon had her down to just her bra and panties while I was stripped to my boxer shorts.

As we kissed, I made up a story that I pretended to hear that day about one of the girls at work, telling us what she got up to at her office party last year. I told Alicia that this girl usually ended up with her bra and knickers off, and that she said most secretaries did the same at office parties in her experience. I then asked my wife if she thought this sort of thing happened a lot.

"Oh sure," she said. "It's just a laugh, isn't it? And nobody thinks any less of the girl when she comes back after Christmas. It's just one of those things that happen."

"Have you ever done it, then?" I asked.

She hesitated for a moment, only replying after I gave a reassuring smile.

"Well. Just once."

"What happened?"

"Oh, nothing really."

I had a feeling that Alicia was just being coy. I suspected that she might actually like to tell me what happened. As I kissed her neck, my hand felt between her legs and reached her panties, which were getting more and more damp.

"Go on. Tell me. The thought of you being a bit saucy with other guys really turns me on," I said pressing my hard on against her thigh as we lay on the sofa.

"It won't bother you, hearing about it?"

I turned her around on the sofa so my erection pulsed against her ass cheeks. This, and the fact that she was no longer facing me, seemed to put an end to her deliberations and she told me her story.

"You know when I was working at Oakleys a couple of years ago? Well, they had the Christmas party in the office and we were all drinking a lot of wine. By about six o'clock there was only five of the sales guys left, plus me and Jane, who was another temp, and Asha, who was the Managers PA. All the guys began talking about football while us girls stood by ourselves. Jane was getting a little bored so she suggested we have a bit of fun with the photocopier.

"We all went in to the Managers office and closed the door behind us. Jane quickly undid her blouse, pulled up her bra and pressed her boobs down against the screen of the machine. When we saw the results we all began giggling and soon me and Asha got our boobs out too. Then suddenly Jane pulled down her knickers, lifted her skirt and sat on the screen. I thought that might be going too far but Asha soon followed and I thought I might as well. The copies showed up really well because Jane had adjusted the settings to make the image clearer."

As Alicia was saying this I continued rocking against her, my cock getting harder by the second. I reached around and felt her breasts, while I gently bit against her neck. As I did so, Alicia moaned and began to turn towards me. I kept her where she was and asked her to continue.

"Asha was laughing like mad and asked, 'Are we going to leave these around for the guys to see?' and then Jane said 'No, I've got a better idea', and she grabbed all of the copies and ran out into the main office. I quickly ran after her, because I didn't want her to show them to everybody."

"Why not?" I asked. "You've got the best tits I've ever seen in my life. I bet they look great even from a photocopy."

"Actually they did look pretty good, and anyway it was too late to stop her. She ran up to the group of them saying 'Alright lads. Who's up for a competition? You have to guess who these belong to, ' and before I could stop her she had passed them out to the guys."

"How did you feel when they looked at them?"

"Well, embarrassed at first, but I got a little turned on too, especially as I noticed the guys looking at my boobs, and trying to compare them to the images in front of them. The manager, Randall, asked Asha to turn around so he could look at the shape of her ass, and soon they had us all moving around in different positions so they could get a better view of our bodies."

"So what were the rules of the competition?" I asked, trying to hide the excitement in my voice.

"Jane marked each sheet with a letter and each of the guys was made to write down separately which letter matched which body. When they had all finished, Jane collected the answers and came back to me and Asha to check them."

"So who won?"

"This guy Oliver was the only one who got them all right. He said that all the time he'd spent ogling our bodies at work every day had finally paid off."

By this time, my cock was painfully straining against my shorts so I pulled them down and placed my erection firmly between her legs from behind. Alicia then pulled down her own panties and grabbed hold of my cock from behind. I let her move it against her pussy lips and could feel her getting wetter and wetter. She moaned softly as my hand left her breast and reached down for her clitoris, which I gently and rhythmically caressed.

"What happened next?"

"I figured that this would be as far as it went, but Oliver asked us what his prize was for getting it right, and Jane said he could give us each a kiss. I hadn't agreed to this, but I didn't want to be a party-pooper so I said nothing."

"So you let him kiss you?"

"Ohh. Keep your fingers there. Ohh yes. Mmmm. Jane kissed him first. She pulled him a few feet away from the others and let him put his tongue into her mouth."

"Was he touching her too?"

"Yes. As he kissed her, he brought his hands up to her breasts and felt them all over."

"Was she enjoying it?"

"Well, she didn't try to stop him. I think it excited her. Her nipples were sticking out of her blouse. Everyone could see them. The other guys were cheering them on. They told him to suck her tits."

"What did he do?"

"He unbuttoned her blouse and tried to pull off her bra, but she wouldn't let him, so he scooped one of her breasts out of the bra and stuck his mouth onto it, and began sucking and licking it, until she managed to push him away."

"Did you think he was going to suck your tits as well?"

"No. I thought I could stop him doing that. I was more worried about something else. When he'd finished kissing Jane, he called Asha over, and while he kissed her he ran his hands over her bottom. I was a bit surprised she didn't make more of an effort to stop him. He was really giving her a good groping and there were half a dozen men watching. We could see his fingers tracing the outline of her knickers. This was when I started to get worried."

"Why?"

"Well. When I ran out from the Manager's office after Jane, I hadn't had time to put my knickers back on. They were still beside the photocopying machine. If he started feeling me up he would know pretty quickly I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt."

My cock was almost bursting by now, so I grabbed hold of it, and easing Alicia's legs apart slightly, I shoved it inside her, and began thrusting back and forth against her, building up a rhythm, knowing I was going to come at any minute.

"Oh Alicia, oh God. Tell me what happened. What happened when he kissed you?"

"Mmmm, ooohh. That's it, baby. Mmmm, fuck me... When he finished with Asha he beckoned me over, he grabbed me by the hips... oooh... and he... he stuck his tongue down my throat."

"Did you like that?"

"Mmmm, yes... I could feel his cock... it was really hard... and he was pushing it against me... and I felt so turned on... God it makes me horny thinking about it... deeper, fuck me deeper... I never really fancied him, but that somehow made it more exciting... He wasn't very tall, only about my height, and his cock was pressing against the front of my skirt... The thought that his cock was so close to my pussy, mmmm... and that I had no knickers on... it got really wet... Then his hands dropped from my hips and... and he grabbed my ass."

"What did you do?" I asked, my breathing heavy, my senses delirious as I came close to orgasm.

"I pushed him away slightly, and covered my bum with my hands, but then he began squeezing my tits so I had to move my hands away to stop him."

"He felt your tits?" I was so excited at the thought of this, I rammed into her harder and faster, and as I did so her words spilled out in a rush.

"Oh yes... Yes, he felt up my tits... Ooooh... Don't stop fucking me... Oooh, baby... Mmmm... His hands were all over my tits... and he was pulling at my nipples with his fingers, like you are now... Part of me wanted him to carry on but I took my hands away from my bottom and covered my chest to stop him... I think this is what he'd been waiting for... His hands reached around once more and he lifted up my skirt... He knew I had no knickers on and was trying to give the other guys a treat."

"Did you stop him?"

"I tried at first, but it was no use... I kept one hand against my chest, the other holding down my skirt... ooooh... Eventually he grabbed both my hands in one of his, and pulled them away from my body... Then with his other hand he lifted my skirt above my waist, and let them all see my ass, and... ooooh you're going to come aren't you?... and I heard them say what a sexy ass I had and how they'd love to have a feel of it and... go on baby come inside me... and one said he'd like to fuck me... and Oliver pressed his hard on against me... and my pussy was dripping wet and while all this was happening I was still kissing him."

At these words my cock began spurting jets of come inside her. She could no longer speak as I pounded against her until the explosion ended and the throbbing ceased. I kept my still hard cock inside her and rubbed her clitoris, wanting her to reach orgasm herself.

"What happened next?"

"When they saw my ass, Ray said something about how he knew that was mine in the photocopies and that they only had Jane's word for it that Oliver was the only one who had got it right, so they should all be able to check for themselves."

"How? By getting you to strip off?" I asked, kissing her back while I caressed her.

"Mmmm, Tom. Rub me faster. Touch me baby."

While one of my hands was busy rubbing her clitoris, I used the other to squeeze her breasts and pull at her nipples. "Did you get naked in front of them?"

"Ooooh. Ooooh. Yeesss. Ooooh."

"Did you let them fuck you?"

"Ooooh. Yes. They all fucked me. Ohhh. Mmmm."

Suddenly she cried out as her orgasm hit her, the walls of her pussy convulsing against my cock, which was still inside her, her body shaking gently, rapidly until she relaxed and turned to kiss me full on the mouth.

We settled against each other in silence for a while, until I asked her "So you really let them all have you?"

"No, of course not."

"But you said..."

"Yeah, well, at the end there, I wasn't sure what I was saying."

"Okay, tell me now. What happened when Ray asked to see you all naked?"

"Nothing happened. He was an asshole. Everyone just ignored him. Oliver stopped kissing me and I left the office to go home soon after that. We went to Cath and Mike's house that night, remember?"

I didn't remember, but then I didn't know exactly when all this had taken place. I tried to pin her down but she refused to answer any more questions.

"That's one of the reasons why I wouldn't tell you anything like that before. I know you're not jealous, but I wouldn't want to keep answering questions about it afterwards, you know?"

"So other things like that have happened?"

"Maybe," she said with a wicked grin. "If you stop badgering me I might tell you. Some day."

My mind was awash with images of my wife in different situations. I didn't know what things she might have got up to but I was determined to find out. I also wasn't sure about her story of how things ended at the party. Ray had said only two of the girls had stripped off, so maybe Alicia had left by then. I would have to wait until Monday before I could ask Steve for more information.

When I awoke the next morning, I was still incredibly excited by what I had heard. She had only admitted to some kissing and fondling, and letting the guys look at her naked ass, but I still thought that maybe more had happened. I woke up with a raging hard-on and immediately began pressing it into Alicia from behind, which made her stir. By the time she was fully awake I was inside her, roughly squeezing her tits as I pummelled into her. It didn't take me long to come, and after I'd finished she turned to face me.

"That's quite a wake-up call," she smiled. "You were still thinking about what I told you last night, weren't you?"

"Yes, I was."

"It really did turn you on then, hearing about those guys touching me up."

"I thought it was only one of them who actually touched you."

"That's what I meant."

"But..." I wanted to get to the bottom of it, but the look on her face made me stop. I still planned to get the full story from Steve at work on Monday, so I could afford to bide my time.

We spent the afternoon shopping and then prepared for a party we were going to that evening. When I saw the dress Alicia was going to wear, my eyes nearly popped out. It was very short and tight, made of a light thin material, and practically see-through. I could clearly see her bra underneath, and there was a lot of cleavage showing at the front. I could also see her white panties through the dress and when she turned around it was obvious she was wearing a thong.

"You're not wearing that to the party, surely?" I asked.

"What do you mean? I've worn this dress loads of times."

I thought back and realised she was right. It was only now, with my new perspective on things that I was looking at her through the eyes of someone else - a jealous husband. She had worn this dress to several parties before and I hadn't thought about how sexy she must have looked to other men. I suppose I had been taking her for granted to some extent, and I wondered what other things I may have missed, by not paying attention. From now on I was going to start watching my wife more closely.

The party was at Glen and Marie's house. Marie was an old friend of Alicia's and I didn't really know her or her husband that well. They had only recently moved back in to the area. The party was soon in full swing, with everybody drinking and dancing and enjoying themselves to the full. I began to notice other men's reactions to my wife. The way they would look at her gorgeous tits while she spoke to them, and then at her lovely firm ass when she walked away. For some reason I had never realised before how much she captivated men with her sexy body and flirtatious ways.

I had never even noticed before how much she did flirt with other men. She has a great sense of humour and always has people laughing and feeling good about themselves, but with men, especially attractive men, she seemed to go a step further. She would mock them, laugh at them, put them down, but all in such a way that made them want to come back for more, and they always did. Throughout the party, all the guys were hovering about her.

After a couple of hours I found myself in the kitchen with Alicia and Glen and two other guys who I didn't know. We were all talking generally about different things, and I noticed that Alicia kept on leaning forward to adjust the straps on her high heels. Each time she did so she gave the two men in front of her a peek down her blouse. I had the impression this was deliberate, which was confirmed for me when she dropped her cigarette and turned around before picking it up so that we could all see her sexy ass, the hem of her dress rising as she bent over. Someone commented on how great she looked in her dress and Glen asked her if it wasn't the same one she had worn to his wedding. I hadn't been to the wedding myself because it was in Newcastle and I couldn't go because of work commitments.

"Yes, it was," she said. "It was probably a bit of a mistake wearing it, actually."

"Why?" asked the man who'd told her how sexy she looked in it.

"Well, I had to go up there by train, and I was bringing the wedding present with me so I didn't have room for a change of clothing, which meant I had to wear it on the way."

"What happened, did it get messed up?"

"No. I just think that wearing it on a Saturday morning made me look a bit of a tart. At least that's how I got treated on the train."

My heart leapt at these words. What was she going to say next?

"There was a big group of football supporters travelling up to Newcastle and they were being really rowdy. I guess they'd probably started drinking early in the morning. Anyway, I had to pass through a whole gang of them on my way to the toilet. One of them stopped me and said that I looked really sexy, and his mates all agreed. Then as I passed the others they began to touch my bottom. I could feel two or three pairs of hands all groping my ass.

"Then they started up a chorus of 'Get Your Tits Out For The Lads'. They all surrounded me and their hands were all over me. One of them tried to pull down the straps of my dress, so they could have a look at my tits. I managed to stop him but I couldn't do anything about the others groping my boobs and feeling up my bum. It took me absolutely ages to make my way through them to get to the corridor."

As she was telling this story she kept glancing at me to gauge my reaction. I didn't know whether she was making this up to turn me on, or whether it had actually happened, but I just smiled and nodded slightly to encourage her. I found the idea of these other guys hearing the story excited me as well, and I noticed while she was talking they weren't looking at her face. They were looking at her body, probably imagining how it would feel to touch her, like the men on the train had.

"Weren't you scared?" asked Glen.

"Yes. I thought they were going to ruin my dress."

I'm sure the other guys were as astonished by this answer as I was. She wasn't scared that they might **** her or something, just that her dress might be spoiled. Glen asked her to carry on with the story, but she just said that was all that had happened, and that the rest of the journey was uneventful. Soon after this I pulled Alicia to one side and asked her if we could leave. I was feeling so horny I wanted to fuck her right away, but she said she had to stay, as it was her friend's party, but that I could go home if I liked, and she would get a lift from someone else.

Soon, everybody began dancing, something that I have never enjoyed much, and the loud music was giving me a headache. For the last day and a half my mind had been in turmoil about the revelations I had discovered and I really needed to clear my head, so I decided to take a drive around for a while, away from all the noise.

When I came back to the house about forty-five minutes later, the front door was wide open, so I walked right in. Most of the lights were now switched off and the music was even louder. I needed to take a piss so I went upstairs to the toilet. When I had finished, I was about to leave when I heard the two guys I didn't know who'd been in the kitchen before. They were standing just outside the toilet door and were talking about my wife.

"Have you danced with her yet?"

"Yeah. She let me feel her tits."

"Me too. I had my hand on her pussy, as well. She is such a slut, man. I reckon we could both get to fuck her, what do you think?"

"Maybe, but the last time I looked in the front room, Glen had his hands all over her ass."

I had heard enough. I wanted to see her for myself. I turned off the light, flushed the toilet and quickly walked past them. It was so dark they probably didn't notice me. I rushed down the stairs and walked into the room where everyone was dancing. After my eyes had adjusted to the dark I managed to spot Alicia and Glen. One of his hands was resting on the small of her back, and I could see his fingers lightly drumming against her ass. Soon the light drumming became a circular motion, and I watched, breathing heavily, as he caressed her and she made no move to stop him. He must have been able to have a good feel of her ass, as the material of her dress was so thin and she was only wearing a thong underneath. Despite what I had heard upstairs, the actual fact of seeing this happen was something else. Then suddenly, my surprise gave way to shock as I saw his other hand go up to her breast and squeeze. Again Alicia did nothing but gently sway to the music, as he fondled her ass and one of her tits at the same time. I guessed his wife wouldn't have seen them together. Alicia had told me that Marie doesn't like dancing and when she's at a party spends her time smoking dope and talking in the kitchen to other women about how useless men are.

This was the first time I had ever seen my wife being touched by another man, and although I had now heard of two previous occasions when it had happened to her, nothing would have prepared me for the thrill of actually seeing it in person. I could hardly breathe as I watched, simultaneously hit by feelings of anger and sexual excitement. When the song ended they separated as if nothing had happened. I quickly moved to the corner of the room, which was shrouded in darkness, so that nobody would notice me.

For the next twenty minutes I watched as she danced with a succession of men, all of whom were getting to grips with her firm, sexy body. I could tell by the way she was laughing that she was very drunk. I don't think she even noticed when one of the men she danced with lifted her dress up about her hips and placed his hands directly on her ass cheeks. By about 1am people began to leave and I saw Marie enter the room and ask Alicia where I was.

"Oh, he left. He had a headache, and asked me to get a lift home from someone else."

This brought on a queue of offers from all the single guys who were there.

"Oh no," said Marie. "She's drunk, and I wouldn't want any of you taking advantage of her. I know what you guys are like. Glen, would you mind driving her home? You're not over the limit are you?"

"No, no," he said. "No problem. Wouldn't want any of these wolves taking advantage."

I could hear a few sniggers of derision amongst the general disappointment. They must have known that Glen was quite capable of being a bit of a wolf himself, if his dirty dancing was anything to go by. While nobody was looking I silently made my way out of the house and went back to my car. I reversed so I was quite a way back from their house and waited for Alicia and Glen to leave.

I didn't have long to wait, and as Glen drove towards our house I followed at a distance behind. I would have gone a shorter route in order to be back before them, but I suspected that he might park in some secluded area to try to have his way with my wife. He didn't do this however. He parked in our driveway, forcing me to stop my car a few houses behind my own. I quickly got out and stealthily walked closer to his car. I expected him to try something on now, but to my surprise he got out and helped Alicia, who now seemed to be very drunk, into our house.

She took a long time finding her keys in her bag, and I took advantage of this to sneak around and get in the back door. I hid in the dark in our back room and listened to the two of them come in.

"So," said Glen. "Looks like hubby's not home then."

"I guess he's still driving around."

"Any chance of a nightcap?"

In a few moments I heard the sound of ice clinking in a glass and then some music. I couldn't risk looking into the room, in case they saw me, but it didn't take a genius to work out that they were probably dancing again, and this time completely alone, with nothing to stop them getting as dirty as they liked. I listened, as close to the room as I dared, wishing I could actually see inside. As soon as the song that was playing came to an end, I was sure I could hear a moaning sound coming from Alicia. Was he fucking her right here? I couldn't take it any more. I had to see what was going on.

I walked out of the back door and headed round to the front. I thought I might be able to get a peek in the front window at what was going on, hopefully without the neighbours thinking I was a burglar or peeping tom. There was a very small corner of the window, where the view wasn't obstructed and I looked, anticipation boiling up inside me. I could just make out the figure of Glen leaning over Alicia, who was lying on the couch. I saw her arms go out towards his and he pulled her to him. The next thing I saw was my wife kneeling on the floor in front of him, and I felt sure she was about to undo his trousers and suck his cock.

Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me and I moved away from the window. I saw it was just a young couple walking home and I quickly turned back, only to find that Glen and Alicia had disappeared. They must have gone up to the bedroom, I thought. I rushed around to the back door again and quietly made my way upstairs. I could hear voices coming from our bedroom. They were definitely in there. A moment later I heard the sound of Alicia's dress being unzipped. Oh my God, I thought, he's going to fuck my wife. I can't let him. I really want to see him do it to her. But I can't. Shit. What am I going to do?

Suddenly, my mind was made up. I quietly walked back downstairs, opened the front door and then slammed it closed, before calling out, "Alicia, are you home?"

I watched as Glen came down the stairs, on his own. I expected him to look sheepish, but he was very nonchalant.

"Hi Tom. I put Alicia to bed. She's really drunk."

"Oh," I said. "You didn't have to do that. She could have slept on the couch."

"It wasn't any bother. Anyway, better be getting back. Marie will be wanting me to clear up after the party. See you later."

I opened the front door again and watched as the cocky bastard walked out and drove his car away. I then rushed up the stairs and into our bedroom to find Alicia fast asleep under the covers. I shook her, gently at first, then more forcefully, as I tried to get her to open her eyes. She just moaned and turned over, pulling the sheet from her body and exposing her completely naked body. I looked at her beautiful bare ass as she turned away from me and was instantly aroused. I knew she wouldn't be awake any time soon, so I took out my cock and masturbated as I thought of what my filthy wife had been doing all night while dancing with those men, and what she would have done just now if I hadn't stopped them. Just as I pumped all my come over her sexy naked ass, I made a decision. If something like this happened again, I would let her go through with it, and I would watch.

The next morning, Alicia had a bad hangover and asked where I had been when Glen took her home. I told her I had just been out driving and that I saw Glen when I came back.

"Yeah. He was really sweet. I was so drunk. He tried to lift me up once and I just fell straight to the floor on my knees. It was embarrassing."

"So he put you in bed, then?"

"Yeah. It must have been just before you got in."

"Obviously. So he took off your dress?"

"Well, of course. It would have been ruined if I slept in it."

"Yes. You told us last night how you were scared of the thought of that dress being spoilt."

Alicia giggled. "Oh, so you liked that story," she said, reaching for my cock. "I thought it would turn you on."

"Me and the other three guys in the room."

"I never thought you were the jealous type."

"So after Glen took off your dress, he thought he'd better take off your underwear too. Would that get ruined if you slept in it too?"

"Tom. Look, nothing happened, okay. I was asleep by then. He probably just thought he was entitled to a look at my body as a reward for giving me a lift home. He never tried to fuck me."

"Only because I arrived just in time."

"Well, we'll never know, now, I guess."

I couldn't believe how nonchalant she was about the whole thing. I decided to tell her what I'd seen at the party.

"Oh, Tom. I was drunk. I only let them touch me like that because I wanted to tell you about it afterwards. I know you enjoyed what I told you before. Your cock was harder than it's ever been. You fucked me so well that night. I loved it. I only let those guys play around with me for you. You know I'd never let another man go all the way with me."

Of course I knew no such thing. I guess that everything she said was just about plausible, and it was true that I was really turned on by the thought of other men looking at her body and touching her, but whether she had remained faithful sex-wise, I really didn't know for sure. I now knew that my wife loved to play the slut, she loved men to look at her, lust after her, touch her, even kiss her. What I didn't know was whether she would let another man actually fuck her, and I was determined to find out.

During the rest of the weekend Alicia and I didn't talk at all about what had happened. We just got on with things as if nothing had changed, although deep down I'm sure we both knew they had. On Monday morning I walked in to the office and immediately searched for Steve. He would be able to tell me exactly how far she had gone at the office party. I had decided to broach the subject in a subtle way and not let Steve or Ray know that the girl they'd had such fun with one Christmas was actually my wife.

For the first hour I was there I shuffled through papers on my desk and made a few desultory calls that I knew would never make a sale. I couldn't really concentrate until I had heard the full story. By 10:30 am I had lost all patience and called in Mina, the secretary, into my office.

"Where's Steve?" I asked.

"He's off sick, I think. His wife called earlier."

"When's he get back?"

"I don't know. When he gets better, maybe?"

I ignored her sarcasm and thanked her. Mina had a very sexy body, but she wasn't the most welcoming of women. I can only assume that my predecessor hired her for her looks rather than her attitude. As I had only been appointed Head of Sales a couple of months ago and as this was my first managerial position I didn't want to be too bossy, but after Christmas I was going to start putting my foot down a little more.

I decided to ask Ray about what happened at Oakley's instead. He was more likely to embellish the truth than Steve, but by now I was desperate to know exactly what had gone on, and I couldn't wait for Steve to come back. I looked out from the window in my office onto the sales department. The previous Sales Manager had a two way mirror installed in my office. He said it was so that none of the salespeople would know whether or not he was checking to see if they were busy manning the phones, making sales. He said it was his way of keeping everybody on their toes. Personally I thought the whole idea was bad for morale, and I intended to exchange it for a normal window as soon as I could get approval from the Head Office.

As soon as I saw that Ray wasn't making a call I walked out of my office, idled over to his desk and listened politely while he talked to George about football. When they had finished I mentioned how I didn't get the chance to hear him finish his story on Friday.

"Oh yeah. Well we all took turns fucking them basically. Anyway, that's old news. Listen to what happened to me on Saturday night. I was at my club when these two gorgeous girls walked in and you won't believe it but..."

Ray then regaled us with a patently false story of how he'd got the shagging of his life from a pair of twins who'd been in Playboy magazine. I don't know why I bothered. I certainly couldn't trust him to tell the truth. I would just have to wait until Steve returned.

When I got home that night Alicia cooked us a special meal. She didn't go in too much for cooking usually, as we both tended to get in quite late from work, and it was easier to heat up a ready made meal. Today though she had had to take the day off anyway to wait for a delivery, so she had the time to prepare something. During the meal she told me that she couldn't wait to try out the new mattress that had been delivered today, and she didn't mean trying it out for comfort.

After clearing away the dishes she led me upstairs to the bedroom, sat us both down on the new bed and began kissing me. She placed my hands on her beautiful, firm breasts and flicked her tongue in and out of my mouth. Her hand went to my crotch and squeezed, gently at first, and then more firmly. To her surprise my cock didn't respond at all. She undid her bra from behind her back and shoved my hands underneath her T-shirt, kneading them against her bare boobs, brushing them against her hardening nipples. Normally, by now I would have an instant erection, but all my thoughts were still on finding out about that office party. Once again Alicia began to rub her hand in my groin to no avail until she pulled back, a pout on her face.

I then caught a glimpse of a wicked grin as she sidled up to me once more, pressing her braless chest to my shoulder.

"Never mind, Tom," she whispered in my ear. "I should be satisfied anyway, after what I did today."

There was a nervous strain in my voice as I asked her what she meant.

She let her hand lay in my lap as she continued to whisper in my ear.

"After you left for work I was feeling really horny, so I came downstairs, and put on that video we made, you know the one, where we had sex in that hotel in Barcelona. I pulled down my panties, lifted up my night dress and masturbated, thinking about you fucking me."

Her hand began gently rubbing against my cock, without causing it to stir. I had to admit to myself I was disappointed that she was only going to tell me about how she satisfied herself with her fingers.

"That video always turns me on, and within a few minutes I was ready to come, when the front door bell rang. I thought it must have been you and that you'd forgotten your keys, so I left the video on and went to the door. I thought maybe you'd have time for a quickie, and I was so horny I didn't think straight, so I pulled the door wide open, even though I was only wearing that nightdress."

"Was it your black one?" I asked. Alicia has a short black nightgown, which her sister bought for her to spice up our love life, she said. It was so sheer as to be almost completely see-through and it barely covered her ass cheeks. She always slept naked and hardly ever wore this, at least not when I was around.

"Yes, it was. I almost screamed when I saw it wasn't you. It was some young guy in overalls and he was just staring at me, looking me up and down, not saying a word. My sister told me that nightdress would always get that kind of reaction from men, and she was right. Anyway, I quickly hid behind the door and asked him what he wanted."

"It was the delivery from SlumberLand, I suppose," I interjected.

"Yeah. I thought you told me they were coming in the afternoon."

"No, I said the morning."

"Well, anyway. He said he wanted to take the old mattress away first and asked where it was. I asked him to follow me upstairs but he asked me to wait a minute, as his mate in the van would need to help carry it down. The other man was quite a bit older, about forty, I think, but when he saw me his reaction was even stronger than the boy's. His mouth just dropped and his eyes almost popped out. I thought for a minute he was going to grab my tits and squeeze them. You don't mind me telling you this, do you?"

She already knew the answer to this, as she could no doubt feel the rapid hardening of my cock against my trousers, so I said nothing and let her carry on, while I brushed my hand up and down the inside of her leg. I figured it was just a story to turn me on, but I was sure it would excite me, even if it were just a fantasy.

"It really turned me on the way they were looking at me so hungrily, and I was feeling really naughty, so as I walked up the stairs I kept swaying my hips to show off my ass more. When I got near the top I turned around and saw them both just behind me, leaning forward slightly, trying to look up my dress."

"They must have been able to see everything," I gasped, my cock now painfully hard. "Did they see your pussy?"

"I don't know. But they probably did a minute later. I took them in here and leaned over the bed to take the covers off. As soon as I bent over I could feel that the dress had risen up almost to my hips, and I knew they would be able to see my ass. My legs were spread a little and I think they could see my pussy too."

My hand moved up her thigh until it reached her panties, which were all wet. I rubbed against her, feeling her dampness, smelling the musky scent of her arousal.

"I suddenly felt something on my bottom. It was someone's hand. At first I thought it was accidental, but he didn't move. I didn't say anything. I just carried on pulling away the sheets, while his hand stayed there. I didn't even know which one of them it was, I just waited there, bent over, hoping he would put his fingers in my cunt."

"Like this?" I asked, easing a finger inside her panties until I found her pussy hole and then plunged my finger inside. She let out a little moan, undid my trousers and released my erection. She made a fist around my cock and began moving it up and down.

"Yes. Mmm... Just like that... I wanted him to put his fingers inside me, inside my dripping wet pussy."

"Did they push you on the bed and fuck you. Like this?"

I grabbed her and turned her so her elbows rested against the mattress, then I raised her ass and lifted her skirt. She was wearing a thong so I didn't bother taking it off. I simply pulled the thin, damp material to one side and stuck my cock deep inside her from behind.

"Unnh. Ohhh... Yes... Do it to me..."

I began thrusting into her faster and harder. She moaned loudly. She always loves being taken from behind.

"So which one fucked you first, then?"

"Mmm. Oooh... I love it when you fuck me... No. No, when I had taken off the sheets they went."

"You were leaning over a bed, your cunt itching to be fucked and he just touched your ass for a second and went downstairs?"

"I wanted them to do it, I wanted them to fuck me, both of them, but the man apologised for touching me. He said he was just trying to steady me while I was bent over pulling off the sheets and after a while they just picked up the mattress and took it down stairs."

"Is that all that happened?" I asked, my previous excitement dying down a little.

"No. I leaned over the landing, watching them take the old mattress down. They had stopped half way downstairs. They were looking into our front room. They could see the video I was watching earlier, the one of you and me fucking in that hotel room. I went back into the bedroom so they wouldn't know I'd seen them... They must have recognised me in the film. They must have thought I was a real slut... I started pacing around the bedroom... They came back up with the new mattress and put it on the bed, all the time looking at me. I was sure they were picturing me naked, like in the video, naked on all fours with you fucking me."

"What did they do?"

"Nothing... at first. I sat down on the mattress and bounced up and down, testing it."

"I bet your tits were jiggling about, weren't they?" I asked, reaching my hands around to squeeze her nipples.

"Oh God. Yes. My tits were moving up and down as I bounced on the bed. My nipples were all hard as they rubbed against my nightdress... I said how I always liked to test a bed thoroughly when I got a new one, and it was a shame my husband wasn't home so I could check it properly."

It was at this moment that I noticed from the corner of my eye the nightdress she said she had worn. It was lying in a heap on the floor beside the bed. Usually she keeps it in her dresser drawer. So she must have worn it today. Oh my God, I thought. It's true then. I could picture it all in my mind. I've seen Alicia in that nightdress, and there's no man alive who wouldn't jump on her if they saw her on a bed wearing that.

"So they helped you test it, didn't they? They jumped on you and fucked you, the pair of them."

My thrusts were now longer, deeper and faster, as I pictured my wife being fucked by two men on this very bed. I was sure it was true this time. Sure it had actually happened.

"Oh, oh, your cock feels so good... Don't stop."

"Tell me. Tell me how they fucked you right here."

"The older one asked me to show him my tits... oooh... he said I had the best jugs he'd ever seen... so I pulled down my nightdress, down to my waist... and I showed him... sitting here on the bed... oooh yes, faster, baby... fuck me... I was topless and one of them sat beside me... he reached out and touched my nipple... then he... mmmm... he started to suck my tits... then he turned me around... I was face down on the bed... he started to run his hands up and down my thighs... mmmm... he raised the nightdress up over my ass, it was bunched up around my waist... oooh... he leaned over me... his cock was prodding my ass... he was... he pushed it... oooohh... "

Alicia broke off to kiss me, her body shaking ever so slightly as she clung on to me, drawing me in tighter, as her pussy walls contracted, pulling me in, forcing me to come inside her as she convulsed in ecstasy. We lay wrapped in each other's arms for a while, and then I lit up cigarettes for us both. As we lay smoking I looked up at her.

"What happened then?"

"Oh Tom," she sighed. "Why do you keep asking these things? You don't really think all that happened do you? Do you really think I'd let two men in the house if I was wearing that nightdress?"

I reached over and picked it up off the floor.

"Well," I said, holding it up. "You obviously wore it today."

"Okay, yes. I was wearing it this morning. When I answered the door and saw it was the delivery people I asked them to wait while I put some clothes on. Then I went upstairs and took it off, and put on something else. Satisfied? You know I only say these things to turn you on. It worked tonight didn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess so, but..."

"But what?"

"Nothing," I replied.

"Look, stop worrying. You know I love you. Go to sleep."

I watched as Alicia turned away from me, her ass sticking out invitingly. I felt my cock stir again but tried to avoid thinking about it. I wanted to sleep, to forget about all thoughts of my wife being unfaithful. It took me a few hours, but eventually I managed it.

The following day at the office was the same story as before. Steve didn't show up, and on Wednesday I heard from Mina that he wouldn't be in until the following week, as he had viral influenza. When I heard this I almost felt sick myself, but managed to get through the rest of the day, helped by a few drinks at lunchtime.

Every night all I could think about was my wife fucking other men, and how much I'd love to watch it happen. When we made love, I imagined that it wasn't me fucking her, but a bunch of guys in an office, a group of party-goers, a couple of delivery men or a gang of football supporters on a train. Alicia knew I was fantasising about these things, and was probably glad of it, especially as I was now in a permanent state of horniness. Unfortunately, when I tried to question her about things, she wouldn't give me any details. In the throes of passion she might call herself "a dirty little slut" and tell me how she loved having all sorts of men feel her up, grope her tits and screw her, but afterwards she would just say it was all dirty talk to excite me.

On the following Monday morning I tried as best I could to concentrate on my work. I was very glad that the office was going to close on Friday for the Christmas holidays. I would have ten days off in which to get my head together. When I noticed Steve walk past my door, I called him in and asked him if he was feeling better.

"Oh yeah. Right as rain. Listen. Have you got any good leads? I could do with the commission money what with Christmas coming and missing the whole of last week. What do you say?"

"Uhm, I'll check it out for you. Steve, I was wondering. You remember what you were saying about the Christmas party before..."

"Oh Christ," he interrupted. "I'd forgotten about that. I meant to speak to you about it before. Look, my brother-in-law can get us a really good deal on beer, whiskey, you name it. How do you feel about us going in 50-50 on it?"

"What? I don't know what you're talking about."

"The party, on Friday? All the booze is coming out of petty cash, isn't it? So, I'll get the stuff cheap and we'll make a few quid. Come on mate. I could really do with the money."

"Oh right. Sure, sure. That's fine," I said. I couldn't have cared less about it in fact. "What I meant was..."

"Just as well we're off for ten days after the party. Ray's already taking bets on who's going to collapse first. Anyway, got to go. I'm going to break my sales record this week if it kills me. Can you get back to me later with those leads?"

Seconds later he was at his desk and making a call. I spent the next few days trying to get him in conversation, but he was always too busy, and I could hardly call him into my office to discuss his exploits at a previous company. I decided that the best way to handle it was to wait until the party and ask him then.

When I arrived home that night I mentioned something about how I might be late on Friday as we were having the office party.

"Fair enough. I might be late myself. There's a small do at my place, though I think it's just going to be a few hours spent in the pub really. The management are really tight-fisted there."

Strangely I hadn't considered that Alicia might be going to another office Christmas party this year. She had only been temping at her new place for a couple of weeks and Friday was to be her last day.

"I thought you didn't like the people there?" I asked.

"No, they're pretty boring actually. Still, you won't be home so I may as well go. Wait a minute," she said, looking intently at me. "Are you worried I might get a bit raunchy at the party?"

"Well, it has been known," I replied, to which she brushed her hand up and down the inside of my thigh, edging ever closer to the bulge which had appeared at my groin.

"Mmmm, maybe that's not a bad idea. It is my last day there after all. Perhaps I'll have an interesting story to tell you afterwards. You'd like that wouldn't you?" she asked, needing no reply when her hand moved on to my cock and felt how hard it was.

"Some of the guys aren't bad looking actually," she continued. "And I'm pretty sure one of them fancies me. He keeps on brushing his hands against my ass when he passes me in the corridor, and I often catch him leaning over me at my desk, trying to get a look at my tits."

She unzipped me and pulled out my erect cock. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and reached behind her to undo her bra.

"Oooh," she moaned, squeezing her naked breasts together. "Maybe I should let him get a better look on Friday... mmmm... maybe I should let him feel them up... you wouldn't mind, would you?"

Within seconds I had lifted up her skirt, roughly pulled down her panties and plunged my cock deep inside her. We spent the rest of the night fucking each other as she dreamt up things she might do at the party. Things that involved her being naked in front of other men, touched by other men, maybe even fucked by other men.

Over the next few days we continued to fantasise about these things but I don't think I really thought anything was going to happen. She hardly knew them after all, and had already told me how boring they were.

When I woke up on the Friday morning, Alicia was already up, and was just coming back into the bedroom after taking a shower. When she came in and saw that I was awake she grinned at me and dropped her towel, revealing her in all her naked glory.

"Come back to bed," I implored her.

"Oh no. I've just had a shower. I can't go to work all smelling of sex, can I?" she asked, as she bent over her dressing table, showing me her beautiful naked ass.

"Of course I might end up smelling of it when I come home," she added, turning her head slightly towards me as she pulled some underwear from her drawer.

I laughed, sure that it was all a tease, but as she started to dress, I began to wonder. First she slipped on her tiny white thong, then a matching bra with half cups. She sat down on the bed next to me, lifted her legs one by one and encased them in sheer black stockings, held up with a black garter on each thigh. She then put on her blouse, which was so low cut that her cleavage was visible from almost any angle. Finishing the ensemble she wore a very short, tight skirt, which barely covered the tops of her stockings. Then, to top it all, she put on her highest heels, the ones that gave her curves that extra voluptuousness.

"So what do you think?" she asked, standing there, swaying her hips at me.

I was completely speechless. Now I was convinced she hadn't been teasing after all. She really did want to do all the things we had talked about over the last few days. It wasn't just fantasy role-playing. It was practice. Normally she always wore a pretty conservative business suit to work. In fact, during the winter months she tended to wear suit trousers rather than a skirt. The way she was dressed now, any man would know she'd be up for some fun at the office party.

"Don't you like it?" she pouted, and then giggled at me and left the bedroom.

I lay in bed for a few more minutes, thinking things over. Maybe this was all part of the tease. She dressed up like that deliberately, simply because I was watching her. She must have known what my reaction would be. That I would jump to conclusions. Or was it merely a reasonable assumption? My thoughts were going round in circles. Perhaps I should ask her right out what she planned to do, whether she was really going to let another man or men kiss her, touch her, fuck her.

I quickly got dressed and went down the stairs into the kitchen, where Alicia was finishing her breakfast. I opened my mouth, ready to confront her, when a nagging voice in my head told me to stay quiet. What would it accomplish? If she really planned to do something there wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop it now, and if I was honest with myself, the last couple of weeks had been the most exciting of my life. I had never enjoyed sex as much before, and I had never enjoyed so much of it. Did I really want to spoil everything now, before I even had the chance to check out whether her version of the Christmas party at Oakleys was true or not? I decided that the best thing to do would be to wait until I had spoken to Steve. Then if I felt I needed to, I could go over to her office, which was only ten minutes walk from my own, and confront her then.

I joined her at the kitchen table and ate some toast, washed down with strong coffee. At half past eight we left the house together, each getting separate buses. We usually both drove to work, but as we would be drinking we left the cars at home. As we walked to the bus stop, Alicia made no mention of what might happen today, merely contenting herself with sly grins at me. When we saw her bus was coming, she kissed me passionately, only breaking off when the bus was right in front of us.

"Mmmm," she said, looking back at me as she got on board. "That was nice. It's really got me in the mood, if you know what I mean."

Then she laughed, the doors closed behind her, and she was gone. A few minutes later my own bus arrived and I spent the whole of the journey repeating her words in my mind. Yes, I knew exactly what she meant. When I arrived at work I headed straight for my office and spent the next three hours thinking about my wife, about what she might be getting up to in a few short hours. Every so often I would find myself with an erection, and had to resist the urge to pull it out and masturbate right there and then.

Every so often I would look out the window onto the Sales floor, idly waiting for the party to start so I could get Steve to tell me what had really happened with Alicia. At one point in the morning I even considered calling him into my office to ask him straight out. I was desperate to lay my mind at rest, whatever the outcome, but somehow I managed to stop myself. After all discussing something of that nature is of course permissible at a social occasion, but unlikely to be something you want to talk about with your boss in his office during working hours. He had no idea that Alicia was my wife, and I'm sure it would have looked strange if I had expressed too obvious an interest.

The party was scheduled to start at 3pm, but I couldn't wait any longer. I walked out into the main office and told everyone to stop working and start drinking. A small cheer rang out as I opened up a bottle of champagne, the cork hitting the ceiling with a loud pop. Ray rushed over with two glasses, and when they were filled he gave one each to Mina and Kelly, who were the only ladies present. Ray isn't normally the gentlemanly type, so I can only presume he planned to get them as drunk as possible, in the hope that they might get a little raunchy.

Mina was wearing her usual short skirt and tight sweater combination. All the guys in the office fancied her like mad and were constantly chatting her up and getting nowhere. Kelly was a different story. Not that the guys ever got anywhere with her, simply that they never bothered chatting her up. She always wore loose fitting dresses, and though her figure was very shapely, it was hard to tell unless you looked closely. She was attractive but also very innocent, and any flirtatious comments men made to her seemed to go right over her head.

There were seven of us in all in my department, and I opened another bottle of champagne, so that each of us could have a glass. When both bottles were empty, the guys began to drink beer, while the girls had some white wine. I kept as close to Steve as I could, encouraging him to drink more and more, in the hope that it would loosen his tongue when I got the chance to speak to him privately. Unfortunately, every time I attempted to broach the subject, Ray would suddenly interject with some stupid joke or other, and Steve would laugh and lose track of what I was saying.

I noticed that Tony and Alan had both been trying to steer the two girls towards the mistletoe that they had put up by the door this morning. They didn't have the courage to actually ask for a kiss, so they were hoping to snatch one from them, with the mistletoe as excuse. Both girls seemed to be well aware of their ploy however and stayed clear of the door. The two men looked disappointed but things livened up a little when a radio was turned on.

Mina started to sway her hips and sing along, and it wasn't long before Steve was dancing with her. After a bit of persuasion Ray had Kelly in his arms on the impromptu dance floor as well. I watched as they lightly groped the girls. I would have expected more resistance from Mina and Kelly, but they didn't make much of an attempt to stop the wandering hands. Even more surprisingly, when Tony and Alan stepped in, the girls allowed them to do the same thing. There was nothing too raunchy, just a gentle fondling of their behinds and the occasional brush of the hand against their breasts. At about four o'clock the music stopped and the news came on, bringing an abrupt end to the dancing. Both the girls drew back into a corner, giggling to themselves.

When the music started again they refused to dance anymore, but weren't averse to the men chatting them up and flirting outrageously with them. I tried as best I could to join in with the revelry, but I found it incredibly difficult to concentrate. All my thoughts were on my wife and whether her own office party had started yet. Would she be behaving like the girls here? When I couldn't stand it any longer I walked into my private office and closed the door behind me. I picked up my telephone and dialled Alicia's mobile number. I didn't want to appear to be checking up on her, but I needed to know what was happening.

"Hi," I said as breezily as I could. "How's the party?"

"Hold on a minute," she said. For a few moments all I could hear was a general hubbub of laughter and conversation. "Well, I'd like to be able to tell you different, but it's not very exciting. We're stuck in some pub, drinking as much as possible before we all die of boredom."

"Sounds like some people are having a laugh anyway."

"Oh yeah. But that's not my group. I moved next to another table. Do you think I'd be saying how boring they are while I was with them? Actually, I might well do that after a few more drinks. You know, it was fun teasing you like that this morning, but I tell you, this must be my revenge."

I could tell from her voice that she'd already had a few. I also knew she was telling the truth. She sounded very bored, something she rarely is when she's having a drink. These people she worked with must have been seriously dull for her not to be able to liven them up.

"So you're not going to stay long then?" I asked.

"Probably not. How about you?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'm not really in the party mood to be honest."

We talked on for a few minutes more, and then agreed that I would call her when I found out what time I'd be leaving my office. When I put the phone down I found to my surprise that rather than feeling relieved that nothing was happening at her party, I was disappointed. While I was coming to terms with the fact that I probably enjoyed my wife being a slut, wanted her to be that way even, I still needed to know whether she had ever really fucked another man during our marriage. I sat down and pondered the best way to broach Steve about what