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My name is Raymond, I am at the ripe age of thirty-three years old. My wife Sharon is just a year younger than me at thirty-two. Our marriage has been a happy one, and today marks ten successful years of our joyful matrimony. At times, the moment we met feels like a lifetime ago, and sometimes, it feels brand new. Yet, despite the length of our marriage, I have never cheated or even looked at another woman. If you could ever see Sharon as I do, you would know why.
She is a beautiful woman, with light curly brown hair that flows down to her shoulders. She stands 5 feet 4 inches tall with a 36-22-34 figure that turns heads no matter where we are. Though she is busty, her legs are her finest assets. In the right light, they are simply captivating – even women can’t help but admire her. Yet still, the collective sum of her outer beauty is nothing compared to who she is inside. Sharon is is a joyously upbeat lady, convivial and full of energy. There is no such thing as ‘a bad day’ when she is around. In fact, I have never in these ten years met someone quite as positive and optimistic. I often say that she has a smile that the sun could learn how to shine from. Perhaps her most interesting quality is her wit about her that keeps you on your toes.
All in all, my wife would be perfect if it weren’t for her exhibitionist tendencies. That’s right, she loves showing off – and not just her smile and legs. She would wear short skirts with no panties and spread her legs at restaurants and bars, or don loose low-cut shirts with no bra and bend over so the people around us could take a long hard look. Due to her antics, the ladies have fallen out several times in bars restaurants dance clubs and, well, even office parties. At times, I am so humiliated that I cannot stand it. However, she is my wife, my choice, my woman, and I love her – so I have to handle that. Sharon has so many good things going for her that I am not going to try to change the one terrible thing. We all have vices, right? And who knows, it may not be such a terrible thing. Just a thing.
My wife and I have some typical traditions on our anniversary, one is that we go out to eat at a really nice restaurant, where we both dress to impress. Last year, she wore a wraparound mini black dress that showed a large open diamond between her breasts, with her perky cleavage on full display. She looked super-hot with her stockings and 4-inch stilettos. Her dress wasn’t sleeveless, but the sleeves were broken to expose parts of her shoulders and upper arm. There’s only one word that would accurately describe the woman in front of me that night: “SEXY”.
On this night, I wore an Armani tailored suit that matched her black dress well. Though I had boxer-briefs on, she went all iron woman, both top and bottom. I could admire her nipples which stuck out a good half-inch beyond the front of her dress. Did I mention sexy?
We had already ordered at this point, and I was about to announce my anniversary gift to her as she interrupted.
“Baby, I know you like to give me your gift now, but I am waiting for mine to arrive and I want to give you it first.”
“Ok,” I answered her very hesitantly.
“Please understand that this is something so special that I know you are going to love it. And I have been anticipating giving it to you for almost an entire year now.”
I replied, very surprised, “I would never have been able to wait a whole year to give you something. You must have the restraint of a saint in you.”
She smiled big and wide, (she is a sucker for compliments). Then she continued.
“You are worth it besides I am not sure how you will take it; it is an unusual gift and, well, I am hoping that you will receive it as a token of how much I love you. And I do love you so much, baby. Please believe that no matter what happens.”
Now I was starting to get nervous and concerned. “Baby you’re starting to scare me here. is there something you want to tell me now?”
She suddenly jumped up and started waving at some people like they were on fire, “Over here.”
A couple appeared before me, the man was way too skinny, almost to the point that I was worried his legs would bend and snap. He had long blond hair, a scraggly unkempt beard, very tan skin – he was a hipster for sure. But he kind of looked like Kurt Cobain, which gave him some charm. He wore shorts and a tee-shirt, with a belt to hold up the shorts and tennis shoes for his feet. The woman had shorter blond hair, and was very tan as well as if she had just come back from a Caribbean vacation. She was really pretty, however, much like her man, she was way too skinny. She was wearing a pencil skirt, with a halter top that would look ok if she actually had breasts. I sound horrible, don’t I? I’m not being judgmental in my descriptions; I just want to paint the most accurate picture for you. She had to have supported no more than a 24 double A cup. She did have a nice bubble butt though, and she seemed on fire and excited, as did he.
“Raymond, this is Pug and Lou, short for Lucy.”
“Which is shorter still for Lucila,” she interrupted and giggled.
I had to laugh at her spirit, but not her joke.
Sharon continued.
“She is, well, actually they both are your anniversary gift. Lou is going out with you tonight for the first half of your gift from me. You will get to do to her everything you would do to me tonight. You see, Raymond, I am giving you a hall pass with Lue, while pug here gets to go with me, he is going to get your second half of your gift ready for you. We will meet at home tomorrow around 9 am.”
I sat totally dumbfounded. I did not know what to think. Who the hell was this Pug guy taking my wife’s hand and pulling her along out the door? Lou sat down beside me and took my arm. She said, “Don’t mind him. He is really excited. Tonight, he will be getting what he has wanted for almost a year now. You should know what a tease Sharon is, and she is even worse at work. She has been teasing him senselessly and he has been there, well, me too – but she more than just teases me, you should be proud of Sharon, though. All the showing off, and touching feeling and even the kissy-face she refuses until tonight to let him stick it anywhere but her mouth. She has some stamina I tell you.”
“What, you’re saying she is having an affair with Pug?” I replied, appropriately disconcerted.
Lou’s speech was very fast at this point, almost jumbled as she struggled to relay all the information in a concise way.
“Oh no. She is just playing with us. It is not an affair, she watches out for us, so we can go crazy at work. There isn’t anything we have done without your wife’s help; she is a saint. Oh, do not get me wrong she has participated by eating my pussy and I eating hers, and Pug even ate her pussy while she ate mine – and she gave him some blow jobs but that isn’t sex at all. He loves it when he shoots all over her tits, she has such wonderful tits.“
I was dumbfounded. This woman sat next to me was telling me that my wife had been having an affair with her and her man and making it look like they took the trash out together.
She didn’t stop explaining.
“Anyway, what Sharon wanted for tonight was to give me to you. I am to do whatever you want, I am not allowed to say no to you for any request you have, no matter how degrading. I am hoping to get up in the morning very sore and full of you,” she smiled, “And you can tell Pug what a filthy slut I was tonight.”
She gave me a sultry look. “The only requirement is to use me as you see fit.”
I was in shock, completely speechless. I shook my head and finally asked, “What, what? what are Sharon and Pug doing?”
“Oh, they are going somewhere, I don’t even know where, for him to take her anal virginity. Ever since she watched Pug fuck me in the ass the first time, she wanted him to take her virginity too. But she would not until you could ‘fuck someone at the same time.’ She didn’t want to cheat on you.”
I choked up a little and kept listening. I have to admit, I was equally aroused and disgusted by what she was telling me. My heart ached but my erection was firm and strong, poking out of my suit pants.
“So that is what they are doing, she promised him full access to all her holes if I show up to take you for a long all-night ride for your anniversary. It is a win, win for me.”
Then she smiled at me for a long time. “So what do we do first? Are you going to share me like you did with Sharon? She told me you like to make her show her pussy and tits to strangers. I am looking forward to that.”
I replied, “Are you telling me that I am supposed to have my anniversary with you instead of my wife, doing all the things to you that I would do with her?”
“Yes,” she smiled again.
I took several deep breaths before I accepted my fate. And my pain. Sharon had been cheating on me for a while now, and I found out on my anniversary. To be honest, I wanted to start crying, to go home and roll up into a ball and wail like a two-year-old. But I could not with my strong boner demanding it be taken care of. I looked at Lou, and then glanced over to my watch. “We have to go, or we will be late,” I said with a droll voice.
She sprang up and took my hand. “Ok, so where are we going?”
“I have tickets to a theater,” I answered. “The Duck Hunter Who Shot An Angel. It was something Sharon wanted to see.”
She dragged me out of the restaurant. I managed to leave the proper amount for the bill and tip before she yanked me along with her.
We got a cab and I gave the driver the address, she was right beside me molding herself to me the whole way, I could only think of that hipster fucking my wife where she would never let me touch. She put my hand on her legs. I immediately removed my hand. She was trying to get me to do something I was not going to do. Despite everything I’d learned, I was certainly not going to hurt my wife like that. It just felt wrong.
We arrived at the theater and went inside, I thought of what Sharon had said. She is yours for the night do everything to her you would do to me. So, I reached into my pocket and turned to her. “That is a very nice dress you are wearing Lou, but I think it is missing something.”
She gave me a confused smile. I handed her the box. She opened it. The black onyx stones that surrounded the twenty-karat gold neckless were a beautiful accent to the dress in itself. However, the three two-karat rubies one in the middle and two a third of each way around her neck made it say look at me here, I am special.
She smiled in awe. “I can’t accept this.”
I interrupted her. “Didn’t Sharon tell me to do everything to you I was going to do to her? Well, this is exactly what I was going to do to her, give her this. So now it is yours. I will be very insulted if you refuse.”
She almost had a tear in her eyes then handed it to me and asked, “Can you put it on for me?”
I smiled. “Of course, I can.” I took it from the box and latched it on her slender neck. She ran to the ladies' room to look at it in the mirror. When she came out, she was beaming with a smile so bright that it could have destroyed the play. I then bought us some wine and found our seats.
The play was so funny I fell out of my seat. They say that when you’re particularly sad, you’ll find things funnier. Maybe that’s what it was, but I enjoyed the play, nonetheless. Lou tried to help me up, but I was laughing so hard that she came down on top of me. The actors were laughing so hard they could not even say some of their lines. We both laughed until we shed tears. When it was over, we danced all the way to the car, I drove her to a restaurant that had a special dessert I loved and ordered cherries jubilee with two spoons. She loved it, I took her to their bar next, it had a dance floor and we danced to about three songs, then ordered her some more wine. I made it my mission to ensure she would not run out of wine. Plan A, then, seemed to be working and I had called a friend for plan B, but I hoped I wouldn’t need it.
He arrived, and I paid him for what he brought me. Lou was quite astute and asked what I wanted from him. I laughed and told her that he was a friend, and I needed something for Sharon. Lou accepted it at face value, but also added, “You can do whatever you want with me, you know that, don’t you?”
Lou took my arm and shook it. “Why haven’t you asked me to expose myself to anyone yet?” Granted, we were both a little tipsy at this point.
I laughed, “Sharon is the exhibitionist, not me. She would show off her pussy and tits like I would show off a new tie. I would get so dammed embarrassed I could scream. I never did. I look at it as well, everyone has a flaw, I am not going to change her good points, so I will be allowing to have flaws as well. She is full of good points. I am afraid to change anything about her because I might mess some of them up.”
We had more wine and danced, then she started getting tired. I took her to the car and thanked god when she fell asleep. I threw the pills I bought out the window and drove home. I pulled into the driveway and carried her from the car. I put her in the spare room, carefully removing her shoes and then tucking her in. Then went to my room and locked the door.
Next morning
I woke with the sound of the blaring alarm; I didn’t drink much so I felt ok. It was 8 A.M. I began to start breakfast, but I made a pitcher of Bloody Mary first. I made one complete with the celery stalk and took it to the spare room, I knocked. “Are you decent?” I asked.
“Uh, oh, yeah I am ok, come through,” was her answer.
I laughed and opened the door, ready to bolt if she was not covered. She was still under the covers when I handed her the drink. Then I passed her some Advil with a smile.
“Good morning, a bloody Mary and some Advil, it should make you all better in a moment. Breakfast will be ready in about thirty minutes. I am sort of planning it to be ready for when Sharon and Pug get here.”
She smiled and said, “I will help you in a moment. Let me get up and ready.”
I smiled and left the room.
I went to the kitchen to cook some potatoes and get the eggs ready for omelettes. The phone rang, and I answered, it was Sharon.
“How was your night?” she asked
“Are you still an anal virgin?” I asked, with a slight fire in my tone.
“That would be a no, Raymond, not anymore,” she giggled.
I fell to my knees and cringed. I knew she was going to do it and tried to prepare myself, but there was no way of really preparing for the blow. With all the grit I could muster, I told her. “That is an incredibly special gift, I am so glad you found someone special to give it to.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she bit back.
“You have kept it for a long-time, baby. I know you waited for the right man to give it to, is all. Pug seems pretty cool. I guess I wasn’t enough.”
“That’s not true. Don’t say that. How was your anniversary?” she asked.
“I missed you, I missed you a lot. Sharon, I love you.”
“Was she good?”
“She was nice, I guess we had a good time – you will have to ask her. Like I said, I missed you too much to have an enjoyable time. I have breakfast cooking if you hurry here on time.” I was trying to change the subject.
“Be there soon,” she replied. Then she hung up.
I was on my knees in front of the kitchen cabinets holding the phone, looking at the floor I started to shed tears. Short uncontrolled whimpers of pain escaped me. I was afraid I would lose control when suddenly I felt a warm hand around my neck and a warmer embrace.
Lou had found me and was trying to comfort me. There really was no hope there, but I had to get it under control. It took a while, but I started to stand up, she helped me. Then I splashed my face with cold water. I was surprised that Lou didn’t leave.
“I am ok now, Lou. Thank you.”
She embraced me again and said, “I didn’t think that there were any men like you left in this world.”
“Huh?” I questioned her.
“You didn’t take advantage of me at all. You could have had me free of charge. Your wife even gave me to you. You still passed on me. Sharon is one lucky woman.”
“Yeah,” I said in a defeated tone, hanging my head. “Glad someone is lucky here.” I turned and nervously cooked another omelette.
The last omelette was cooked and plated when the front door opened, both Sharon and Pug walked in smiling from ear to ear. The cocky bastard Pug went right to Lou and hugged her, kissed her and then grabbed her ass, “You’re next baby.”
Lou tried to hold him back, but he was too far gone to show any restraints. He sat down at the head of the table and looked at the omelettes and said, “Is this for us?”
“Yes, dig in,” I answered, slightly gritting my teeth.
I got everyone sat down before Lou could corner Sharon or Pug. I sat on the side of the table next to where Sharon sat, at the other end of the table from Pug. Lou sat between me and Pug.
Sharon started the conversation. “How was your night?”
Lou tried to stop it, but I took over.
“I can’t speak for Lou, but I had an enjoyable time, we went to the theater, I had bought you tickets to ‘The Duck Hunter Who Shot An Angel’. It was so funny Lou had to pick me up off the floor.”
Lou started laughing. “We had to pick up each other off the floor,” she corrected. “It was some trick too. My god, the actors were laughing so hard they couldn’t even say their lines.”
Both Pug and Sharon looked strange at us.
After a moment, we stopped laughing and I continued the story, “From there, we went to Bennies for cherries jubilee.”
“We got two spoons.” Lou continued, “It was the best dessert I have ever had. And do not forget that you bought me several glasses of wine at the theater and, oh my god, look at my necklace!”
Sharon looked at the necklace and for the first time showed some emotion, “Wait, he gave that to you?”
“Well, Sharon, you told me to do to her what I would have done to you… without exception.”
Sharon gasped.
“From dessert, we went dancing. Your husband is a marvelous dancer, Sharon. He was so formal and made me feel like a queen,” Lou interjected.
“We drank more wine and went home.”
I winced when I said those words.
“Lou fell asleep in the car, so I carried her into the house and put her to bed in the spare room,” I firmly said directly to Pug, then I turned to Sharon and smiled “I only took off her shoes, you know I hate shoes in bed.”
After a moment, I asked, “So tell me about your night.”
Sharon was still speechless, mouth agape that nothing happened, staring at us with a dazzled expression.
Pug, on the other hand, was too wired and spout out. “Dude, your wife is incredible. She would.”
Lou kicked him hard under the table, then told him, “Shut the fuck up.”
“It’s ok, Lou,” I said staring at my omelette.
“I have been preparing myself for this. Let him talk.”
“No,” Lou demanded. “He will keep his tongue. You don’t deserve this.”
Sharon looked at me and whispered, “You didn’t want this?”
I looked down and shook my head. Sharon sprang up from the table and bolted to our room, slamming the door. As the realization of what she did to me set in. She had cheated on me hoping and hoped that by setting me up with Lou, we would be on even standing.
Lou jumped up and pointed to Pug, “Get the fuck out. Go home. I will call an Uber when I leave.” She pointed to the door.
Evidently, he had more smarts about him than I gave him credit for, he got up and left without another word.
Lou looked at me and said, “I need to talk to Sharon, then you will have to. I know what you want. It will be tough, but you are a great man. I know you can make it. If Pug ever touches her again, I will castrate him. Then I will let you know.”
She came to me and hugged me saying, “I am so sorry Sharon found you first.” Then she went to our room; I was surprised the door was unlocked.
I could hear the shouting, “You were supposed to seduce him. You said you wanted to fuck his brains out. And did you even kiss him?”
Quiet whispers.
“I did not think so. And now what the fuck?”
“He loves you. Damnit, Sharon, I only wish I could find someone like him.”
I heard the sounds of sobbing.
“He will leave me; you should have heard what he said on the phone.”
Quiet whispers. More sobs.
I could not take it. I wanted to leave.
Whispers.
Sobs.
More whispers.
I start cleaning the kitchen. I was just about done when both the girls came out of the room. Sharon looked like shit. Not only was she well-fucked last night in every orifice, but she looked like she had been crying her whole life.
Sharon ran to me and hugged me good.
“I am sorry for what I did. I am so sorry. I thought you would like to have a gorgeous woman. God, baby, can we get past this?”
“I don’t know, Sharon; you know you gave some random skinny fucking hipster something I have been wanting for years now. And have been carrying on an affair for how long, about a year now? Then you bring his wife to me, so you can dissuade your guilt.”
I stared at her then continued with the contempt in my voice rising.
“I trusted you, I always knew about your exhibitionist tendencies and sort of turned me on, but I never knew you could betray me like that.”
I was looking at the woman I had loved and trusted for ten years, knowing she was full of another man’s cum. My eyes started to sting and turn red.
“You are full of him in places you won’t let me go. And you want me to say 'ok fine' now?”
I turned and walked to the room, but I really did not want to go there, so I went to the bathroom instead.
Epilog
It has been almost a year now. I have slept in the spare room for several months – we were just polite at first. I guess it was about three months before I asked her out, we went to a theater together and saw 'Lost Boy'. We held hands and then went home. I stayed in the spare room that night as well.
I asked her to dinner a week later, she accepted and wore a sexy dark blue dress – it was very low-cut and short. She went all out with make-up, stockings pumps and a necklace I recognized. The one I had given to Lou. I had not seen her since that night. However, she called me twice a week and would update me on both Pugs and Sharon’s conduct at work. They had been behaving themselves since our anniversary and she had been keeping up with Sharon well. So, I had a lot of insight into why she did it, as well as how bad she had felt. I thought she had never thought of me at all, while she planned this. I thought she wanted something from someone else, not me – but I was wrong.
At dinner, I pulled her to the edge of the seat and put my hands between her legs, from there, I spread them slightly and took my hand higher, I was surprised when I had found a pair of panties. I adjusted her, so I had access to the panties and began to rip them off her.
I was not being subtle.
I sat the torn panties on the table in front of her and reached behind her, unsnapping her bra with just a flick of my right hand, then I reached up her loose sleeves and brought down her straps, pulling on one of them. I watched as both her breasts spilled out of her bra one at a time. I then investigated the restaurant and noticed I was not the only one who was enjoying the show. I would be lying if I said I was surprised how well she took what I was doing. She took it very well, her look of surprise was priceless, it was usually me who had that look. I put her bra on the table, then I looked at her and asked, “Since when do you wear underwear on a date with me?”
“I understand that you didn’t like that?” Sharon said dryly.
“I love you and it is a part of you,” I said, staring right into her eyes.
“You would embarrass me with your exhibitions, but I never said I didn’t like it. In fact, I said it turned me on most the time. It is sort of sexy.” I started rubbing her pussy. “Look at the pretty pussy only I can touch, feel, finger, and fuck.”
Sharon opened her legs wide, the people – male and female, watched as I put my hand back up her legs to her pussy. She slumped into her chair, so I could have access to it. I had never felt it so wet, my finger slipped into her accidentally. I touched her clit and she gasped into an orgasm clamping her teeth together and trying to stifle her moans of pleasure. I took my hand from her legs and licked my fingers.
Sharon put her bra and torn panties in her purse.
After that, I paid the bill and went home, we made love for the first time since our anniversary. She turned around on the bed, laying on her stomach and spread her cheeks for me, offering me her ass.
I spat on my dick and began to press it into her barely used ass when she started to wince. She started to cry out when I just barely got the head about one third of the way in. I pulled out at once. “What’s wrong, baby, I thought he took your virginity?”
She was still trying to recover when she answered me. “He did, but you are like five times bigger than he is. Shit, that hurts give me a second and try again.”
I looked at her, stunned as I suddenly realized what she had been doing on our last anniversary. She was going to give me her ass, but knew she could not do it with my size and girth. She practiced with a smaller man. She wasn’t being selfish at all, well, as much. I laid beside her and held her tight for the entire night.
“Baby, if you really want to give me your ass maybe we try some butt plugs to loosen you up down there. I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”
That night, I texted Lou, “This is going to sound a bit strange and please hold back any judgments you may have, but can you text me a photo of Pugs dick?”
It came in only moments later and I laughed. Five inches long and no thicker than my two fingers. That explained a lot.
I moved back to our room that night, though I never made it into her ass until about a month later. I even took Lou and Pug out to see Anna the musical. I bought Lou another necklace to replace the one Sharon had retrieved from her. This time, I truly had Sharon’s explicit permission to do so.
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