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The Lemanns:

Jeff and Wendy Lemann had been married for nine years. Both were 33 years old and both had worked for the same corporation, Hamilton Electronics, for the last eight years. Although employed by the same firm, their job responsibilities were very different, and consequently, they worked in different divisions of the firm. Jeff was the vice-president in the Advertising and Marketing Division while Wendy was a Group Leader in the Manufacturing Division. As a group leader, she was two levels below Jeff in pay grade and responsibility. Even so, she had a substantial amount of administrative and technical responsibility, and, therefore, commanded an excellent salary not much below that of her husband. Between the two of them, their yearly household income was slightly over $300,000. With no c***dren as yet, and having made excellent investments, the Lemann's had no financial problems and were well on their way to becoming independently wealthy. Best of all, they both loved their job.

On a personal level, their mutual interests outside their job made them a near-perfect match for one another. Both were in excellent physical health and attractive. Jeff had told his wife many times that she was easily the most beautiful and sensuous looking woman he had ever dated. He often reminded Wendy that she was so sexy and beautiful that it had taken him a month to get up enough nerve to ask her out to dinner.

Jeff had long since become accustomed to men staring at his sexy wife whenever she entered a room. The more adventuresome and confident men frequently hit on her hoping to get lucky. Jeff often wondered if any of them ever had gotten lucky with his wife, but he knew better than to play the role of a jealous, insecure husband. Early on, he had realized that he had to trust his wife, and to the best of his knowledge, she had never betrayed his trust.

For her part, Wendy considered her husband to be an incredible catch. He was ambitious, smart, intelligent, confident, ruggedly handsome, virile and sexy, and had a great smile. Wendy knew that a lot of women envied her and some made their availability quite obvious to Jeff.

She knew that a woman's level of desire and lust exceeded that of a man, but it took longer and more stimulation to excite her. All a woman had to do to give a man a raging erection was just show him more of her breasts and thighs than he was supposed to see. That simple biological fact made her husband a lot more vulnerable to the advances of a woman than she was to those of a man.

At first, she had secretly kept a close watch on her husband's actions when they were at parties or gatherings where a lot of sexy women were openly flirting with Jeff. Without exception, he always declined their thinly-veiled, sexual invitations, but somehow, he always managed to do so without offending. Soon, word spread along the female g****vine that Jeff Lemann was deeply in love with his wife and that needed to be respected. When Wendy's best friend, Doris Andrews, told her about this, she beamed with pride and love for her faithful and devoted husband.

Of course, both Wendy and Jeff had some secret complaints about their spouse's performance in bed, but those complaints were rarely, if ever, voiced. Sex was frequently and passionate, but Wendy wished that occasionally Jeff would be less than the perfect gentleman and husband. Basically, she wished that he would sometimes fuck her like she was a hot whore instead of making love to her. Several times, Jeff had asked her if she would like to try some kinky things... like anal sex or sexy role-playing in public. She just couldn't bring herself to do those things. Without exception, she had always declined, but secretly, she wished that he wouldn't give her a choice... that he would exercise his masculine prerogatives and just do it to her.

For his part, Jeff wished that his wife would be more whorish on occasion. He kept making suggestions to that effect, but she kept rebuffing every suggestion. He knew he had a very passionate wife, more so than most men. She was always ready and eager for sex, day or night. The only times she ever refused was when she was sick or her period exceptionally heavy. In the latter case, she always provided oral sex. Nevertheless, Jeff thought it would be wonderful if instead of saying "I'm almost there, Darling. Do it to me harder, Honey." she would sometimes scream, "Oh god! I'm about to cum, Baby! Fuck my hot cunt harder, Stud! ... ram that big cock up my hot hole... Shoot in me!" or something along those lines. In nine years of marriage, he had never been inside Wendy's ass nor had she ever agreed to try anything that she considered "kinky and perverted".

All things considered, both Wendy and Jeff considered that they had a good life together. Neither had any intention of doing anything that would jeopardize their marriage. Or so they both thought.

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A Lucrative but Dull Routine

The work had piled up on my desk during my site inspection visit the previous week. Although I had been working steadily since 7:45 AM, skipping lunch in the process, I wasn't halfway through the backlog of work and it was nearly 4 PM. The problem was that the Advertising and Marketing Division of the firm had an enormous amount of responsibility for the health and progress of the firm's business, and as the Vice-President of the Division, a great deal of that work and decision making fell on my shoulders. "It's like this every time I have to go on a site visit of some kind," I muttered to myself.

To make matters even worse, Wendy had to travel on the firm's business just as I did. Her position as a group leader in manufacturing didn't require as much travel as mine did, but, nevertheless, she was usually gone several days each month. Two or three times each year, she had to attend a major conference at the firm's central headquarters in Chicago. Those usually lasted a week. The next such conference for her was just three weeks away, and I was trying to schedule my travel to correspond with hers to reduce the total amount of time we were apart.

The bright spot in my dull, boring day was that I had a date with a gorgeous woman tonight, and I was certain that I was going to get lucky. Wendy and I had dinner reservations at Maurice's at 6:30 PM. At 8:00, I had tickets to what all my colleagues had said was a great stage play, and finally, at 10:30 I had reservations for a table at "The Hot Spot", which was rumored to be THE place to take a date if you wanted to get her ready for hot, wild sex afterwards. I was hard just thinking about the upcoming evening.

I left work early at 4:45 PM to allow plenty of time to drive home, shower, change, and enjoy watching Wendy getting dressed. Before I left for work that morning, I had arranged for a dozen American beauty roses to be delivered to her at her office. The card I sent read, "Twelve beauties for a real Beauty! This was followed by a brief agenda for our evening and finally with the comment, "I can't wait to take you out. Please wear something sexy. Love, Jeff, XXXOOO"

As soon as I entered our house, I raced upstairs intent on kissing and fondling my sexy wife and then watching her dress. Unfortunately, my plans were thwarted when I found our bedroom door locked. "Wendy. It's me, Jeff. Can I come in?"

"No. No way! I'll never get dressed in time to make our dinner reservations if I let a randy stud like you into my bedroom. Your clothes are laid out in the guest bedroom. I've given you two choices. Pick one. I'll meet you in the den a little before 6 PM."

Inside the guest bedroom, I saw that Wendy had laid out an expensive, tailor-made suit with matching silk tie. On the other side of the bed, she had placed a pair of slacks and an open collar, sports shirt. Obviously, the slacks and sports shirt would be more comfortable for me, and, left to my own devices, it was the selection I would have chosen for myself. However, it was equally obvious to me that Wendy would like for me to look really sharp tonight in a $1,500 suit. Since I was hoping that she would please me with her outfit, I put on a pair of tight briefs and then the suit after showering and shaving. Of course, I was waiting in the den for my wife for 15 minutes before she made her appearance.

When she entered the den, she looked drop-dead gorgeous, as I expected. Wendy could wear anything and look that way. She wore a pair of tight black slacks that molded her body perfectly. The matching top was equally tight revealing the contours of her large breasts that were just underneath. The 4-inch black heels were both fashionable and sexy. Her long, blonde hair was a perfect contrast to the black of her outfit. There was no doubt that she would be turning many male heads during the evening.

Nevertheless, I was somewhat disappointed. Wendy always wore attractive clothes that turned male heads. I was very accustomed to that. I had been hoping for something less gorgeous and sophisticated and more erotic. I would have enjoyed having the male strangers whose heads she turned to think that I was out with a high-class, expensive call girl. But there was no way I was going to throw cold water on our evening by complaining.

"Damn, Wendy! How did I ever get such a fantastically beautiful woman as you?"

My wife beamed at my comment, but at the same time, she was looking intently at my face. She could see right through me, as always. I had long ago realized that I could never have sex with another woman... not even once... without having Wendy know immediately. So, I never did. No man I know has that kind of sensory perception and the ability to pick up on subtle clues. Women are incomparably good in that arena.

"I'm sorry, Honey. I know you wanted me to wear something more erotic and sexy, and I did buy two outfits to wear, but when I put one of them on, I looked like whore. I just can't bring myself to wear something like that in public. Please don't be mad."

"I'm not mad. I could never be mad at you. I'm just a little disappointed. You said one of the outfit was too much. What about the other one?"

Wendy was obviously very pleased with my response to her refusal to wear something hot and sexy. "How about I model them both for you right now. I'll put on the slutty outfit when we get home and wear it to bed tonight. You can choose between this outfit and the other one for which one I wear tonight. The other one makes me uncomfortable, but I'll wear it if you want me to."

"Sounds like great deal to me. Hurry up or we'll be late for our dinner reservations."

A few minutes later, Wendy came in wearing something out of one of my wet dreams. The top was a skin-tight white blouse whose last button was below her big tits. Underneath, she wore a red bra that exposed at least half of her breasts. The black, pleated skirt was no more than two inches below the crease of her ass. She was bare-legged above the wicked, red fuck-me sandals whose heels had to be at least four inches. It was obvious why she wouldn't wear it.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I think you look like the most beautiful, desirable whore in the state. I love it... absolutely love it!"

"Of course you do. You're a man and you're not the one who has to display their body in public. Let me try on the other outfit so you can choose."

There was so little to what she had on, it only took a couple of minutes before Wendy was back in the den wearing the other ensemble. This one was a black sheathe with a "V" neckline. The skirt ended about halfway down her thighs. She was again bare-legged and again wore a pair of hot heels. "I choose that one, " I grinned.

"Surprise... surprise!" Wendy commented. "I hope I don't get arrested wearing this thing."

"Well, if you do, I'll be there to bail you out, Sweetheart."

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Dinner at Maurice's was outstanding, as usual. Wendy was self conscious in her sexy dress even though several other women were wearing even more revealing outfits. The fact that I kept telling her great she looked combined with all the male attention she was attracting made her feel a lot better.

The stage play was erotic and well acted. We both enjoyed it, and I felt Wendy snuggling against me during some of the sexier parts. By the time we left the theater, she was more than ready for sex. When we reached the sidewalk outside the theater, I deliberately let my car keys fall to the pavement next to Wendy.

"Damn! I dropped the car keys. Did you see where they went, Honey?"

Since they were right at her feet, she saw them immediately, "Here they are. I've got them," she assured me as she bent over to retrieve the keys. When she raised up to hand them to me, I and three other men had big grins on our faces. Realizing what I had done, Wendy turned red and growled, "You did that on purpose!"

At that point, the wife of one of the men who had been treated to a great view of my wife's sexy ass in her nearly transparent bikini panties intervened, "Don't be too hard on him, Dear. I wish my husband thought enough of me to trick me into showing off my butt."

As the couple walked by, the husband turned and said, "Thank you. That was much better than the play." Wendy blushed five shades of red, but I could tell she loved it.

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"The Hot Spot" lived up to its name. The place was dimly lit with red lights providing most of the illumination. The dance floor was even less well lighted, and it was packed with couples, some of whom were dancing while others were standing in one place grinding their bodies together in time to the music.

I ordered a bourbon and water on the rocks for myself and a screwdriver for Wendy, which was her favorite drink. As she made short work of her drink, she leaned over and whispered, "Why did you bring me here? It looks like a pick up spot for singles and a make-out spot for couples."

"It is. That's why we're here. I want you hot and ready when we get home."

"I'm already hot and ready, Honey. Let's go home and have sex."

"I want you even hotter and more ready, Wendy. So hot and so ready that you stop talking about 'having sex' and start saying that you can't wait any longer... that you need to be fucked!"

"Why do you always want me to talk dirty when we have sex? Isn't the sex enough?"

"Do you have to ask. We've been married for nine years, and I've never even considered hitting on another woman. Sex with you is more than enough, but that doesn't mean we can't improve on what's already great does it?"

"Mmmmm... I guess so," my wife cooed as she started on her second screwdriver.

I tried to get her out on the dance floor, but with some of the couples essentially dry fucking out there, I couldn't persuade Wendy to dance with me. Nevertheless, it was obvious that she was getting hotter just from watching the other couples doing it. She was now on her fourth screwdriver and already half drunk. "Maybe one more, and she'll let her inhibitions drop enough to dance dirty with me," I thought.

She had just finished her drink when a handsome man in his mid-thirties came over to our table. His thin, dark moustache and van dyke gave him a sexy, devilish appearance. All that added to his confident, sexy smile got my wife's attention. "Hi. Please excuse my intrusion," he said to me. "I could not help but notice that your lovely wife hasn't been on the dance floor yet tonight. For someone so lovely, that's a shame. My I have you permission to ask her for a dance? I'm Ramon, Ramon Mendosa. May I know your names?"

"I'm Jeff, Ramon. And this lovely lady is my wife, Wendy. And I've been trying to get her to dance all evening without success. If you can persuade her, I would be very pleased."

Ramon didn't ask my wife. He simply smiled, put his hand under her arm, and firmly pulled my wife to her feet. "It is so very rare that I have the pleasure of dancing with such an exquisitely beautiful woman. Thank you, Jeff. You are very generous. Come, Wendy. o I cannot wait to dance with you."

With four screwdrivers, Wendy was somewhat unsteady on her feet, but with Ramon's arm around her waist she had no further trouble. She put up one feeble protest: "I don't think I should be dancing with you when I've already turned my husband down several times."

"SSsshhh... that is of no consequence. You can dance with your husband any time. This may be our one and only opportunity. Come, Now! I cannot wait to hold you in my arms. To feel you moving against me."

"I don't think that..."

"Be quite. No more feminine protests. We will dance together."

At this point, Ramon moved my wife onto the dance floor out of earshot, and I couldn't hear what else he was saying to her. At first, she kept his body several inches from her own. Even so, the tips of her big breasts occasionally brushed against Ramon's chest. The more often that happened, the less the distance between them became. Finally, I saw Wendy move closer still and Ramon's arms immediately circled my wife's body and pulled her tightly against his own.

For the next three songs, Ramon would not allow my wife off the dance floor. Finally, she gave up trying to escape and let her head rest on his shoulder as he moved them around the crowded dance floor. By third song, he had Wendy's mound pressed firmly against what I assumed was now a very hard erection. I could also see that very gradually he had pulled her bodice open even wider so that her nipples were close to being exposed. Occasionally, I saw him whispering in her ear. Sometimes she would just laugh... other times she would shake her head and try to pull away, but his arms held her body firmly in place and her struggles seemed to me to be more for show than for effect.

When the fourth song began, I lost sight of them. The dance floor was so crowded and the lighting so dim, I had been lucky to keep them in sight for as long as I had. I spent a few minutes scanning the dance floor until it became obvious that Ramon and my wife were no longer dancing.

I was wandering around the club looking for them when our waitress came over to me. "Looking for your wife?" she asked.

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"Two ways. First, the way you're wandering around the place looking here and there, makes it pretty obvious. And second, she's with Ramon. Guys usually end up looking for their dates or wives when they're with Ramon."

"Do you know where they are?"

"Parking lot. There are benches by the pond. If I were you, I wouldn't waste time. Ramon is a very, very fast worker, if you catch my meaning."

She didn't have to draw pictures for me, but frankly, I couldn't believe that Ramon had the slightest chance with Wendy even when she was half drunk. Nevertheless, I hurried toward the door intent on making my way to the pond. The waitress stopped me at the door and pushed a small wooden bat into my hands. "He's bigger than you are. You may need this."

Just as the waitress had predicted, Ramon had Wendy on one of the benches beside the pond. There was very little light but there was enough to see what was happening. When I approached, I saw Ramon kissing my wife as she struggled to push him away. I thought about rushing to her assistance, but I wasn't sure if her resistance was real or for show as it had been on the dance floor. I decided to wait a little longer to see what she would do.

Finally, Ramon broke the kiss and moved back as Wendy tried to hold him back. His gaze fell on her big tits, almost completely exposed from his work while they were on the dance floor. My wife tried to keep him back, but he was just too powerful and too aggressive. I heard my wife gasp when his head moved into her cleavage and over her nipples.

Wendy was now yelling for him to stop. Just as I started toward them, Ramon moved back and pulled my wife's dress wide open releasing both of her big tits. Even in the dim light, I could see how swollen and erect her nipples had become. Immediately, he sucked one pulsing nipple into his lips. Simultaneously, my wife howled and groaned. Then, she thrust him away with all her strength. Surprised, Ramon's body tumbled off the bench to the ground. Wendy was on her feet immediately. I had reached the bench at this point and folded her in my arms.

Ramon started to get up, but stopped when I raised the bat and said, "Stay on the ground. If you get up, I'll put your worthless ass in the intensive care unit."

"Ok. Calm down. No harm done. I thought she wanted it. I was wrong. My apologies."

I nodded and Ramon scurried away as I led my wife to our car. Once inside, she pulled her dress up to cover her big tits. A moment later, she turned to face me.

"Thank you for saving me, Darling. I don't even know how to begin to apologize for letting that man go as far as he did. I was half drunk and thought I would be safe inside the club so I didn't stop him when he was feeling me up on the dance floor. Then before I knew what was happening, he had me outside leading me to the pond. I tried to resist, but he was just too strong... too powerful... too.. "

"Yes? Too what?"

"Ooohh god! He was just too confident, too aggressive. Then he got me on the bench and began kissing me. I tried to push him away then, but he just overpowered me."

"I know. I saw you struggling to push him away."

"You saw?"

"Yeah. Before I could reach you, he already had your breasts out kissing them. That's when you managed to push him off your body, and then I and my trusty baseball bat finished the discussion."

"Can you ever forgive me, Darling?"

"Forgive you for what? You didn't do anything except be a passionate woman, which I love. You were just unlucky to end up with a potential r****t. But if you want full and complete forgiveness, you're going to have to fuck me tonight...not have sex with me... but fuck me."

"Take me home, Stud. Take your slut home and fuck her. Hard!"

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From my point of view, the sex that night was the best Wendy and I had had for years. She was wild and hot... even vocal to some extent. She even used the F... word several times, which she had never done before. However, when I asked her for anal sex, she refused. After I had put two huge loads inside her pussy, I tried to go down on her. Again, she refused to allow oral sex after her vagina was full of cum. She also refused to suck my cock for the same reason... it was coated with cum and her sexual secretions. Nevertheless, even with all the refusals, it was the best sex I had had in years.

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More Dull Routine

After their one wild night of sex and adventure, Wendy settled back into her old conservative self and nothing Jeff did seemed to have any effect on changing the situation.

Work at the office was important, but routine. Basically, all a good vice president had to do was make certain he hired the right people for the right jobs, then gave them what they needed to succeed. When they did succeed, Jeff always retired to the wings and became the invisible man while his subordinates took all the bows and received all the kudos. And when they occasionally failed or got less than the result everyone anticipated, Jeff stepped to the front and took all the blame. No one in the firm was at all surprised that Jeff Lemann was the number one man in the organization in terms of accomplishment and value to the firm, and no one was surprised that the Advertising and Marketing Division had the best record of accomplishment in the corporation.

Wendy's trip to corporate headquarters in Chicago arrived, and she was gone for a full week at the conference and another day for travel. Without his beautiful wife, the days were long and boring for Jeff.

To make matters even worse, when Wendy did return, she seemed totally preoccupied, out of sorts, and tired most of the time. After a week, Jeff took her to see their internist who did a large battery of tests and examinations only to conclude that Wendy was suffering from exhaustion, lack of sleep, and nervous indigestion that was preventing her from keeping food down. He prescribed a diet of apples, bananas, and other fruit until her system got back to normal. It took another week but she had gradually returned to normal.

=============================== Transformation: A few days after Wendy's recovery, I was having some wine after dinner as I looked through the TV Guide to see if there was anything worth watching. Wendy sat opposite me for over an hour. She never took her eyes of me, but she never said a word. Even when I would look up and smile, she seemed deep in thought. Finally, I began to get nervous. Wendy was obviously deep in thought and I couldn't keep from worrying about what she

might be thinking.

After an hour and a half, she finally spoke. I couldn't remember ever being this nervous around my wife of 9 years. "Darling," she began, "how long has it been since you fucked me?"

To say I was shocked would be a gross understatement. First, I could never remember Wendy asking me how long it had been since we had had sex. And she certainly had never called it "fucking" before.

Finally, I replied. "It's been a long time. Two days before you left for your Chicago trip, I think, was the last time. You were gone 8 days. Then you were sick for another week after you returned. We saw your internist, and it took you another week to regain your strength. Three days ago, you went back to work... so, it's been about 27 days since we had sex."

"That's my count too. I've been counting while watching you tonight. We haven't had sex for 27 days, but you haven't fucked me since that night I let that bastard feel me up at "The Hot Spot" and then take out my tits and play with them. That makes it almost two months since I've let you fuck me. That's disgusting and shameful. You do every thing in the world any woman could ask, and I don't even spread my legs for you. I'm so... so sorry."

"There's no need for you to feel bad, Honey. I love you, and I love having you as my wife. When you wouldn't speak tonight, I was so damn nervous that you were going to tell me you've found someone else."

"That is never... I repeat... NEVER! going to happen. I'll be back in a moment."

Ten minutes later, Wendy strolled back into our den. She had obviously changed clothes as she now wore a terry cloth bath robe over what looked to be 4-inch platform heels.

"From now on, you are never going to go 2 months without fucking me... you are never going to go 2 weeks... and I hope that you never go 2 days. If you liked your old conservative, prim and proper wife, that's too bad, because I've relegated her to the trash heap of history where she should have been years ago. I hope to hell I can make up for the 9 years of hell I've put you through. Just please give me a chance."

With that announcement, Wendy dropped her robe, sat down directly in front of me, and spread her legs wide open. She wore a purple teddy, short, black skirt that was hiked up around her hips, a brief purple thong, black stockings and heels. She looked like $1,000 a night call girl. I loved it! I just fucking loved it!!

"Oh my god... oh my god," was all I could stammer. Finally, I managed to gasp, "You have no idea how long I have fantasized and hoped for this."

"Yes, I do. I know how long you have wanted a real woman for your wife. That's why I feel so damn bad. I knew, but I was too stupid and hung up on being proper to care enough about you to be your wife. Well, that is over! If you want me to wear this in public, just tell me. If you want my cunt naked, just inform me that my cunt is going to be naked. Please give me a chance to make it up to you. Please!"

I saw a tear running down my wife's cheek. A moment later I held her in my arms, tenderly kissing her eyes, her cheeks, her lips telling her how much I loved her. Her tears eventually stopped. I drew back from her, smiled warmly, and whispered in her ear, "I've never ever heard you use the word 'cunt' before. Just hearing you say that has me hard as steel. Take your big tits out. I want to see them naked."

"Oooohhhhhhhh god yes! That's what I want! I want my husband to be in charge just like that."

With one quick motion, my wife pulled the teddy down and exposed both of her big mounds. She cupped them toward me. Pulled her nipples... twisted them, moaning. "Ooohhhhhh.... use my tits, Lover."

I did just that. As I sucked my wife's nipples, she moaned continuously, thrusting her breasts hard against my mouth. Her hips were undulating, hunching back and forth. After switching back and forth between her nipples several times, they were both red and swollen. She was gasping for breath.

"Jezz... I never realized how sensitive your nipples are and how hot you get when they're sucked and pulled."

"Oh shit! That's all my fault. I would never let you play with them, suck them, pull and twist them because it made me so hot, I was afraid I would lose control."

I began squeezing her large mounds as my mouth and tongue worked back and forth between her nipples. Wendy was groaning, helpless in the throes of passion. "I'm going to cummmmmmmmm... ooohhhh make your slut cummmmmmmmmm...AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGG! SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

After a couple of minutes, I eased off and let her come back to earth. Her chest was still heaving as she desperately tried to pull oxygen into her tortured lungs. The fact that my hands were still on her big tits, hefting them, flicking my thumb over her nipples wasn't helping her in her efforts.

"I want to see your hot ass. Bend over the table and show it to me."

"Oh yes... oh fuck yes!" Wendy yanked her black skirt up around her waist and bent over the table, spreading her feet far, far apart. The she bent over and arched her hips high in the air. "Can you see every thing, Darling. Can you see how wet my cunt is for your cock now?"

"No. Your thong is in the way. Would you like to sit on the table, steeple your knees, spread wide open and pull that damn thong aside and show me your hot fuck hole?"

"Oh Darling. I want that more than anything. Why...oh why did you let me behave like such a prudish bitch? Why didn't you take off your belt and whip my ass until I learned how to be a woman and a wife for you?"

"I thought about it, but truthfully, I was afraid that you would leave me on the spot if I did something like that. Even without that, I couldn't bring myself to hurt you."

"Well, from now on, Darling. If I ever... ever... start behaving like a selfish prude again, I want you to drag me into the bedroom, take off your belt and whip my ass until I can't sit down on it. Am I spread wide enough now, Darling? Have I got the thong pulled far enough to one side so you can see how hot and wet my cunt is for you?"

"You know I'm going to fuck you, don't you?"

"Oh I hope so. You can fuck me anytime now, Lover. Anywhere. I don't care who's watching you giving it to me. Fuck me anytime you want."

"Get up! Take off the thong and bend over the table again. I'm going to fuck your ass and you're going to hold it open for me."

Wendy's body trembled in anticipation as she bent over the table and spread her ass cheeks. "Don't move. I want that asshole on display while I get some lubricant."

"Fuck me dry, Lover. I deserve it!"

"You do, but I intend to use your asshole a lot and I want it in good shape."

Wendy never moved while I got the astroglide. She arched her butt higher when I squirted in a generous amount. As soon as my cock head pressed against her starfish, she began to wail and scream. When I pushed into her, she had an intense orgasm. She came twice more before I poured the first load of my life in my wife's delicious ass.

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After that incredible night, which I didn't understand in the least, Wendy was a changed woman. She rapidly became the wet-dream wife I had always dreamed of having. She had no end of erotic things to titillate me into having wild sex with her. I spent hours trying to figure out what I haddone that had produced the change without any success. In the end, I just decided to enjoy it and not look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak.

The weekend following the "transformation" as I had come to think of it, Wendy suggested we have another evening at "The Hot Spot". This time, she wore a white top that left half of her breasts exposed, a tight, black skirt and a black thong.

As soon as we entered, every male eye in the place were locked onto her big, almost totally exposed tits, and her long, dynamite legs. There wasn't a man in the place who didn't think I was with a $1,000-a-night call girl.

We ordered drinks, again bourbon with water on the rocks for me, a screwdriver for Wendy. "I have no intention of getting drunk again, Darling. I want to be fully aware of every delicious thing you decide to have me do or do to me."

When we danced, Wendy plastered her body all over mine, gyrating and grinding her pussy up and down the length of my very hard erection. "Put your hands under my skirt and play with me, Darling."

"Everyone will see."

"I know. I don't care if you don't."

A moment later, my fingers were inside her thong sliding back and forth over her gushing slit. Several men watched.

When we were back at the table, she whispered, "See the man at the next table." When I nodded, Wendy said, "He's staring right at my tits. Should I pull my blouse open so he can see more?"

"Yes! Do it," I whispered in my wife's ear.

One after the other, the buttons of her blouse opened until only two buttons below her tits were still fastened. Her big breasts forced her blouse wide so that the only thing covered her chest was her small bra.

"Is he looking?" I asked.

"What do you think? Of course he's looking. And he's squeezing his cock too. I'm sure he would like to see my legs."

"Why don't you sit sideways to the table so that your sexy legs are not concealed under the table?"

"MMMmmmmmm... Do have any idea how excited this is making me. Are you sure?"

"Do it. Do it now!"

Wendy pushed her chair back and turned so that her legs were facing the other table. She crossed her legs causing her skirt to ride high on her thighs. "He's looking at my legs now, Honey. I think he's having trouble deciding whether he wants to stare at my tits or my legs."

"What else?"

"I think he wants to see your wife's cunt, Honey. And I'm not sure my thong is covering it any longer after the way you played with me on the dance floor."

Now I couldn't keep from squeezing my cock through my pants. "Damn. That is so hot," I moaned.

"I know it is. I just love being slutty for you like this!" "Do you want me to spread my legs so he can see all the way up to my panties, Honey?"

I was torn between my desire to have an erotic, sensuous wife and my reluctance to tell my wife to show her panties and maybe her cunt to a stranger in a club. "I don't know," I whispered to her. "I'm just not sure."

I think my wife immediately realized my problem, and she knew the solution. "I think it's time for you to make a trip to the men's room, Honey." When I hesitated, she smiled, "Go on. Just keep an eye on me and be sure you come back in time to save me, Lover."

I nodded, got up and walked toward the men's room. I could feel the man's eyes on me as I moved past his table. I was certain that he watched me until I was out of sight. Once inside, I relieved myself, washed my hands and face, then took my time combing my hair. After nearly ten minutes, I ventured back into the club area.

I was somewhat surprised to see the man still sitting at his table, but I wasn't at all surprised to see that my wife now had her legs wide open under that table. Even from my position, I could see the wet, black small strip of cloth that covered her cunt between her wide open legs. The guy at the next table wasn't more than 10 feet away. I was pretty certain that he could see the wet slit of Wendy's cunt through the thin material of her thong.

When she saw me coming, she closed her legs to alert the guy that her husband was returning. I sat down, and she grinned at me.

"What happened?" I whispered softly.

"I opened my legs so he could see to the tops of my thighs. That wasn't enough to satisfy him so he motioned for me to spread my legs even wider. I did, and then he wanted even more. I know you saw how wide open he had me just before you came back to the table."

"Did it turn you on?"

"Ooohhh fuck yes! I'm about to cum. Take me somewhere and fuck me, Jeff. I need it! Now!"

"You sure you don't want to stay and show off even more?"

"He wants see my cunt. Do you want me to show it to him?"

"Do you want to?"

"I'm already about to cum, Honey. If I show him my cunt, I will cum... hard! Just tell me to take off my thong and spread wide open for him so he can see my hot, wet fuck hole, Darling, and I'll cum right here in front of everyone. Just be certain to take me out of as soon as I do it. I don't want anyone in me except you. Ok?

"Yes! Oh yes! Go to the ladies room and take off your thong. Come back and show him your hot, wet cunt."

It only took my wife a few minutes before she was back at the table. "Did you take it off?"

"MMMmmmmm... Did I ever... my juices were seeping down my thighs as I walked back to the table."

"Are you showing it to him?"

"Not yet. I have my legs crossed. Is he looking?"

"His eyes are right on your legs, Honey. He's also squeezing his cock."

"Tell me when to do it, Jeff. Tell me!"

"Uncross your legs, Wendy."

"Ohhh yes. They're uncrossed. Is he looking up my skirt?"

"Oh yeah. He's even bending over a little to get a better view. Spread wider but not enough for him to see it."

"I'm throbbing, Honey. Sooo close."

"Show him your cunt and cum, Honey."

"AAhhh gawd! AAhhh gawd! AAhhh gawd! AAhhh gawd! I'm cumming... sooo damn hard! I'm cumming."

"He's looking right at your open cunt, Honey."

"AAAHHHHH... AAAHHHH... AAAHHHH..."

My wife snapped her legs shut and pressed her thighs hard against her clit as it pulsed and danced in and out of its protective hood. I didn't wait any longer. Dropping $40 on the table for the bar tab and the tip, I pulled my wife to her feet and quickly led her out the side door to the parking lot.

Naturally, the guy followed us hoping to get lucky, but after getting my wife inside the car, I quickly drove away as she finger fucked herself beside me on the front seat. We weren't halfway home when she moaned, "OOOHHH... I can't wait. Stop somewhere and fuck me! NOW!"

I pulled into a dark, deserted park, parked, pulled my moaning wife outside where I bent her over a picnic table and drove my raging cock up her soaked, throbbing cunt. She came instantly, and then three more times before I emptied my balls inside her pussy.

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On Tuesday of the following week, I was working at my desk at shortly before the lunch break when the phone rang.

"Lemann speaking," I answered.

"Hi, Stud. It's your hot Slut."

"MMmmmmm... which one?"

"Dirty cheating Bastard! The one with the hottest, wettest cunt. That's which one."

"Oh yes. Hi, Wendy. What's up?"

"I hope you are, Honey. I parked my car this morning on the top floor of the parking garage. Right now, I'm in the back seat naked except for my stockings and heels. My legs are wide open and I'm going to fuck the first man who finds me here. Top floor... parking garage... better hurry, Honey or you'll be having sloppy seconds." She hung up.

Racing through to the connecting walkway to the parking garage, I practically ran to the elevator. I was trying to decide if I should take the stairs or wait for the elevator. I was just about to take the stairs when the elevator doors opened. Jumping inside, I pushed the button for the top floor. There were four other men on the elevator. One got off on floor three, and another on floor four. The last guy went all the way to the top floor, and we exited the elevator together.

I saw Wendy's car and started toward it at the same time as the other guy did. Briefly, I wondered if my wife had called another man to race me to her wet, open cunt, but the other guy walked right past Wendy's car and got into the one on the other side, with one vacant space in between.

As soon as I opened the back door to Wendy's car, I saw she was exactly in the position she had described, naked except for hose and heels, spread out wide on the back seat with one leg over the back of the front seat. If the other man had looked in the back window of her car, who knows what would have happened.

As things turned out, I pulled down my pants and briefs to release my raging erection, mounted my hot wife, and nailed it into her waiting cunt on the first stroke. She wailed at the top of her lungs attracting the attention of the other man. He got out of his car and looked in the window. Wendy didn't even slow down the wild fuck motions of her ass nor turn down the volume of her screams each time my cock slammed into the bottom of her cunt.

When Wendy saw that we had an audience, I felt the hard contractions of her cunt around my driving prick. "Ooohh Baby, there's a guy watching you fucking me... he's got his cock out... he jacking off while you fuck me... ooohhhh give it to me. Hard. Ram that big whang into my hot pussy, Lover. Make me cum"

The man outside the car heard every hot word my wife said. As Wendy exploded in her second orgasm, my cock erupted and spewed a huge load deep inside her throbbing vagina. When I pulled out, she spread her legs even wider and thrust her pussy high so he could see how stretched and open her cunt was. A thick stream of semen seeped from her gaping hole.

"Oh Man! That's the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life," the guy moaned, his cock jerking wildly in his hand. His seven-inch cock was sticking straight up with precum running down the shaft. "Can I fuck you?" he asked hopefully.

"I'm sorry, Honey. I'm not cheating. This is my husband. I was just hot for his cock and couldn't wait until he came home."

The man looked at Jeff and said, "You are the luckiest man on the planet to have a wife like her. I'd give my right testicle if my wife would do things like this."

"I know," I said. "And thanks. I'm sorry we got you all excited, but I don't share my wife."

"I don't blame you. I wouldn't either. He looked at Wendy and asked, "Would it be Ok if I jerk off and cum?" Then he looked at me asked me the same question.

Wendy looked at me and I nodded. "My husband says it's Ok. But it's only Ok with me if you shoot that big load all over my cunt, belly, and tits. If you waste it on the ground, I'm going to be very, very angry."

The guy opened the back door, and I moved out of the way to give him some room. Kneeling between my wife's gaping legs, he began to stroke his cock as Wendy arched her cunt high.

"Ohhhhhh, I'm about to shoot it," he groaned.

In response, Wendy jacked her legs high in the air and pulled her knees back against her tits making her cunt hole an open inviting target for his sex gun. The first two huge streams fired out and drenched my wife's cunt. When he moved forward to pump the rest of the load over her belly and tits, my wife's hand replaced his around his throbbing shaft. Aiming as she jerked his rod, several more loads spewed over Wendy's belly and tits. When it was over, her cunt, belly, and tits were covered with the monstrous cum load.

====================================== Rumors: At first I was afraid that my new wife would revert back to her former self, but that didn't happen. After two months, she was still the wife of my dreams. Every thing was perfect. That is, it was perfect until the golf game with one of my closest friends in the Advertising and Marketing

Division.

Barton Coverly and I generally play golf every Sunday unless something arises and one of us has to cancel. On this particular Sunday, we were having a beer in the club house after the first nine holes when Barton fell silent for a protracted period.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Something bothering you?"

"Yeah. There is something I think I need to tell you, but frankly, I don't know how to start. It's very personal and except for the fact that you're one of the best friends I have in the world, I wouldn't even consider mentioning it as it's not really my business."

"Well, go ahead. How bad can it be anyway?"

"It's certainly not good. But, Ok. Here's goes. Have you heard the rumors or not. If so, I'll say no more."

"What rumors?"

"I guess you haven't heard. I don't for a moment believe them, but they are circulating all over the Division and by this time, I would guess to other divisions as well."

"Oh, come on Barton. Out with it! What are these rumors?"

"Ok. There are several different rumors circulating that your wife, Wendy, is cheating on you."

"Are you serious?"

"Jeff, you know me well enough to know that I would never, ever joke about anything like this. And you know that I would never circulate rumors. When others tell me these things, I say that's bullshit! That there's no truth in any of it. But the rumors persist and get wilder."

"Such as? Tell me specifically what the rumors are."

"Ok. One rumor is the one I just told you. Wendy is cheating on you... having sex with several different men when you are out of town or even occasionally when you're at work. Another rumor is that she's having an affair with someone in the firm. a third is that when she goes out of town, someone, different guys, are in her bed every evening. I think you get the picture."

"Well, there's no truth in that shit! There can't be. Wendy and I are having the best sex of our marriage now... the best ever! She's a wild woman in bed and we're doing it at least once a day and often more than that. It's just fabulous... my hottest fantasies all coming true. If she were fucking all those other men, there's no way she could hide it when we're having that much sex."

"Hey! I never ever believed any of the rumors. I just thought someone needed to tell you what some people are saying. Apparently, you've angered somebody who thinks this is a way to get back at you."

"Would you mind telling me who told you these rumors?"

"Well, at least a dozen different people. About half men... half women. Most of the persons who have told me say they don't believe any of the rumors. I have no idea who started them, when, or why. The only thing I can do is let you know they exist so you can be prepared to deal with the situation."

"Ok. Thanks, Barton for giving me a heads up."

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Although I didn't believe a word of the rumors, there was no way I could keep myself from thinking about them and casually checking on my wife's actions to see if anything pointed to her cheating on me. There really was nothing. She was home when she was supposed to be home; she was incredibly hot and responsive in bed; she never flirted with other men unless I asked her to do it.

Of course, I was aware that if she were doing it when I was out of town or when she was, there would be nothing for me to catch. But, I simply didn't believe it. Wendy was deeply in love with me and me with her. Even more than ever since her "transformation." After a day of thinking about the situation, I dismissed it as the work of a disgruntled employee.

The next week, Wendy had to be out of town on firm business for Thursday through Saturday evening. Around 7 PM, Thursday evening the door bell rang. When I opened the door, Faye Cantlin said, "Hi, Jeff. Are you busy? Can I come in?"

What could I say? Faye was one of our most effective sales reps partially because she knew the business and was very knowledgeable about the product lines and partially because she was a beautiful and sexy woman. Her dark complexion made her look even more desirable and sultry. Besides all that, she was divorced and, therefore, available.

"Sure. I'm just having a snack. Wendy is out of town on firm business. Would you like something to eat or drink?"

"A glass of wine would be nice if you have it."

"No problem. Red or white? Dry or sweet?"

"Red, sweet, but not too sweet."

"Coming right up." A couple of minutes later I brought in a bottle of zinfandel, poured her a glass, and set the opened bottle on the table.

When I had returned from the kitchen, Faye was sitting in one of the lounge chairs in the den with her legs crossed showing a wide expanse of thigh. When she leaned over to pick up her glass of wine, I was treated to a very generous view of her breasts. She was one gorgeous woman, no doubt about it. And although I deeply loved my beautiful and sensuous wife, I'm still a man, and men get hard when they see shapely legs and tits on a hot, sexy woman. I was no exception.

"Well, Faye, What's up? Is there a problem I can help you with?"

"Jeff, I don't see any point in beating around the bush, so let me come right to the point. Is that OK?"

When I nodded, Faye continued. "I've heard all about how Wendy is stepping out on you, and I think you're very well aware of the fact that I've been attracted to you for a long time. I know you remember my attempt to seduce you a couple of years ago. You turned me down because you didn't want to cheat on Wendy, but you were a perfect gentleman about it. I know that you've never told anyone about my hitting on you. Well, now that your wife is cheating on you, I want you to know that I'm still more than just a little interested. And I want you to know that I can be just as discrete as you've been. How about it? Are you interested?"

Faye crossed and recrossed her legs allowing her skirt to ride even higher on her thighs. I stared at her legs and smiled, "You are an incredibly gorgeous woman. And I do love your legs. Wow!"

Faye smiled seductively. "Would you like to see more of them? I'm wearing very sexy, sheer black panties. Want to see them?"

My cock got even harder, and when I told her that, she beamed. "But," I continued, "I want to be as open and as honest with you as you've been with me. Ok?"

Faye shook her head in agreement. "If my wife is cheating on me with several other men as the rumors suggest, then I am definitely interested. I'm a virile, lusty male and I would love to fuck you... a lot. But only if Wendy is cheating on me, and I don't think she is, but I can't be certain. Before I go off and do something foolish, I have to be certain, one way or the other."

"That's reasonable and fair," Faye responded.

"Good. I need some information from you if you don't mind."

"Certainly. How can I help?"

"Can you tell me where the rumors started? And can you be more specific about what Wendy is supposed to be doing?"

"I don't know where they started, Jeff. Really. I have no idea. The secretaries were all gossiping about them one morning and I asked what was the hot gossip that had them all so excited. That's where I first heard them. Since then, I heard the sales reps all talking about Wendy... mostly talking about how they would love to fuck her since she's spreading it around now. I've also heard it mentioned by the vice president in Wendy's division, Marlon Hawkins."

"Ok. It's seems that the rumors are all over the firm now. What is the substance of them. Anything specific?"

"A little. The scoop is that Wendy has several men who fuck her when she's out of town, like she is right now. I heard the secretaries speculating this afternoon about who was most likely to be the lucky guy tonight. Another rumor is that Hawkins is screwing her. One rumor has her visiting clubs when either you or she is out of town and letting strangers pick her up for sex."

"Faye, right now, Wendy and I are having the greatest sex we've ever had in the nine years we've been married. She is a ball of fire in bed... I mean wild and hot and always ready. We have sex usually twice a day. It's just impossible for her to be having sex with all those other men and still be that wild when we're together."

"That's not correct, Jeff. I'm sorry, but it's just not. It would be absolutely true if you were the one cheating. If you had several women on the side and were fucking them 4 and 5 times a week or so, you wouldn't be able to satisfy your wife, and she would figure out what you were doing very quickly. But a woman is a lot more sensual and sexy than a man. She can have multiple orgasms during sex and can satisfy multiple men every day. Men like to think they are the ones with the huge sex drive, but in reality, a woman's sex drive is much greater. It's just harder to excite her initially, but once she's excited, watch out!"

"Well, do you have any suggestions?" As I asked the question, I was not unaware that Faye was gradually spreading her legs so that I could see more and more of her thighs.

"Have you searched her dresser drawers and her closet for a diary or maybe for erotic clothing that you've never seen before... or checked for cum stains in the crotch of panties when she comes back from a trip?"

"No, none of those."

"I suggest that you do. And you might talk to the guys in the physical plant."

"Why?" Faye's legs were now wide open, her sheer black panties on display. My cock was hard as iron from staring into her luscious sex saddle.

"One of the other rumors is that they have a DVD taken with a hidden camera of your wife with a guy. They don't know you so maybe they'll let you see it... if the rumor is correct. If you see her getting laid on camera, you'll know for certain."

"There's really a film of Wendy being fucked?" I asked, the shock obvious in my voice.

"That's what I've been told. A guy in the physical plant said the woman on the DVD is a sexy, long-haired, platinum blonde. Don't know for sure as I haven't seen the DVD. You should consider either hiring a private detective or setting up your own surveillance system. You're got the money do to all that."

"Thanks, Faye. I won't hire a private detective to spy on my wife, but I will definitely look into your other suggestions." I stood up to suggest that she ought to take her leave, but Faye had other ideas. Instead of getting out of the chair, she reached down and pulled the crotch of her sheer panties aside exposing her wet pussy.

"Jeff, your wife is probably being fucked right now as we speak. I've been hot for you for two years, and right now, my pussy is wet and throbbing, as you can see. Are you certain that you wouldn't like to go to the bedroom with me? If you find out that Wendy's not cheating, it will be our secret forever. If you get bad news about her behavior, I'm here for you if you want me."

"Damn you, Faye. You've got me so hard it hurts. But I'm not going to cheat on Wendy until I find out about the rumors. Jezz... what a body you have! I would love to see your tits so I can think about you when I masturbate tonight."

"Will you really masturbate tonight thinking about me?"

"You've got me so hard and hot, how could I not?"

"Oohhh Fuck!" she moaned as her fingers moved over her clitoris. Her body shuddered as she stripped off both her skirt and top. Once the top and skirt were lying on the floor, she yanked her bra down and posed for me. I felt like I might cum in my pants.

============================= Investigations: As soon as Faye left, I sat down at my desk in the study and began making a list of things that I needed to do. The first item on the list was to check Wendy's closet and her dresser drawers for a diary or other

incriminating evidence.

Wendy wasn't due home until late Saturday night, so I had plenty of time to do a thorough search. I began by removing every thing from her closet. One-by-one I checked all her clothes and found nothing. I had seen all the clothes before. Next I checked the drawers and shelves inside the closet, again finding nothing. I even got a small ladder and opened the entryway to our attic that was in the ceiling of her closet. A cloud of dust greeted me. It was obviously that no one had been up there in years.

It took almost an hour to replace every thing in the closet as I had found it. Next on the search agenda was her dresser drawers. They were full of bras, panties, hose, a few slips, jewelry, and make up. While some of the lingerie was very sexy, it wasn't new and she had worn every thing for me at one time or another. There were no cum stains on anything.

The bottom most drawer of her dresser is almost flush to the floor. As such, it's very difficult to reach. If anything is stored there, a person has to get on their hands and knees to retrieve it. For this reason, I knew it was only used for storage of items that are rarely used.

I had almost decided to ignore that drawer when it occurred to me that its very inaccessibility would make it an ideal hiding place. So, getting down on my hands and knees, I opened the drawer and began to search. I had to remove a lot of junk before I found it.

In the very back part of the drawer, I found a box with the Victoria's Secret logo. I opened it and saw a wide array of sheer transparent bra and panties. Some of the bras had holes cut out for the nipples. None was large enough to cover more than a third of Wendy's large tits, and at least half were demi bras that did nothing but push the tits up and out without covering either of the nipples. I had never seen her wear any of the items.

If the bras were erotic, the panties were obscene. Over half were thongs that completely exposed her ass. When I looked closer, I realized that the tiny triangle of material in front wasn't close to large enough to conceal all of Wendy's cunt. Just a little movement would cause the tiny triangle to slip into her cunt slit and expose everything. Like the bras, I had never seen Wendy wear any of the panties in the box.

All of the stockings were of the thigh-high variety. Some were fishnets; others were seamed; still others were patterned. A few pair required a garter belt, and the box contained three belts, all small, all sexy, all slut wear.

There were two teddies, one black, one red. Both left the wearer's tits and cunt completely exposed. Wendy had never worn either of them for me.

At the bottom of the box was a sales slip from Victoria's Secret dated two weeks previously. To say I was upset and worried would have been a gross understatement. But in spite of that, I realized I had a very hard erection.

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I kept my word to Faye that evening and jerked off twice thinking about her while trying to put the image of my wife being fucked out of my mind. I had just started stroking my cock for a second time when the phone rang. It was Faye.

"Hi, you sexy stud. Did you do it? Are you doing it?"

"Yes. I've done it once and have started a second time."

"Ooohhh fuck! That's just too wild. Just a moment. Don't hang up. Please."

I waited a few minutes as I continued to slowly stroke my rigid erection. Finally, Faye was back. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Honey. I had to take off my clothes. I'm naked now except for my sheer panties. I like getting myself off while wearing them... It's so sexy and hot. What are you thinking about? Tell me... every thing."

"I thinking about your hot pussy, Faye. About sinking this big hard cock into you ... fucking you... filling your hot pussy with a huge cum load. Are you on the pill?"

"Mmmmmmmm... yes... on the pill, but for you, Jeff, I'll go off of it so can screw my unprotected cunt, Lover. Anytime you want."

"What are you doing now?"

"I'm fucking my pussy with two fingers and rubbing my clit. It's so hard, Honey. I'm imagining that the two fingers are your cock fucking me... now breeding me that I know you want to cum in my unprotected cunt. AAAaahhhh... my clit is throbbing... did you search the Wendy's closet? Drawers? Tell me, Lover."

"Searched every where. Nothing in her closet, but a huge box of hot lingerie... bras, thongs, panties, teddies, garter belts, stockings none of which I've ever seen her wear. All from Victoria's Secret."

"Ooohhh Baby. You gotta know she wearing some of those things in bed right now while some hard cocked stud is plowing her hot throbbing cunt. OOoohhhh... I'm about to cum, Honey. Are you jacking off hard now?"

"I'm almost there, Faye. How do you think she's being fucked?"

"What's her favorite position?"

"Doggy or missionary with her legs up and back...cunt wide open."

"Wendy's on the bed in her hotel room... wearing fuck-me heels, garter belt, stockings... nothing else. Her head's on the bed, her ass is arched high in the air. Some stud with a 9-inch cock is slamming it into your wife's hot fuck hole... aaaahhhhhhhhh... I'm cummminggg.... Jeff... I'm cumminggggg!!"

"I'm between your legs, Faye... ramming my 8-inches of hard man meat into your throbbing cunt hole... deep... hard... ooohhh Man... I'm going to cum.... gonna breed your cunt, Faye... HERE IT CUMS, SLUT... TAKE MY LOAD!"

Nothing but moans could be heard on both ends of the line.

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On Friday, I delegated a lot of the day's business and took off around noon. My first stop was the Physical Plant. I knew a guy named Hank Carlisle, so I looked up his office number and had the secretary call to see if he had time to talk with me.

"Mr. Lemann, Mr. Carlisle says he's free and to come on back. It's all the way down the hall and then to your right. Room 468."

"Thank you. I appreciate your help."

It was easy to locate Hank's office. As soon as I entered, he got up to greet me and offered me a cup of coffee, which I accepted.

"So what's up, Jeff? Anything I can help you with?"

"Maybe. I have an unusual request, and I need to know if we can regard this conversation as private... just between you and me?"

"Not a problem, Jeff. And you know me. I keep my word. Don't talk out of school."

"I know. That's why I came to you. Here's the deal. I have some information that suggests that some guys in the Physical Plant have a really hot DVD of a sexy platinum blonde getting fucked. I've heard that the woman is either with the firm or is fucking some guy who is. Is that information correct?"

"Yeah, it is, at least partially. I know. I've seen the DVD, and she's really built and fucks like a hot whore. But I don't know the guy who's giving it to her. Listen, you've been a good friend to me the guys in this unit over the years, but I think I need to tell you that the woman in the DVD looks like your wife. Now remember, I've only seen your wife a couple of times at parties, so there's no way I can be sure, but she certainly looks like her. And you know there's a lot of rumors circulating that she's playing around."

"Can I get hold of that DVD so I can see it? I would need it for one evening."

"I know the guy that has it. Not sure if he would be willing to part with it though."

"How about if you vouch for me... letting him know that it will be returned early the next day. To help persuade h