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SHE STEPS INTO THE ROOM WEARING an attractive yellow robe, cinched tightly at the waist. It's not transparent, but it's thin enough that I can detect subtle hints of movement underneath, and loose enough to catch glimpses of her bare skin. It clings to her in all the right spots: hips, chest, her fine rear end. She looks gorgeous.

 

Finally, my wife unties the robe, pulls it off, and places it on a chair. The move is brisk and confident—without a moment's hesitation. There she stands, au naturel. I've been waiting for this all night. Well, me and the 15 complete strangers in the room...

 

"I want to be a nude model."

 

Kimberly dropped that bomb on me last summer. We were driving down to southern Spain for a vacation. Maybe she wanted to break the monotony of our drive by saying crazy things. Maybe she wanted to break the monotony of our marriage by trying crazy things. Either way, I figured I should tease out some details. She can be coy sometimes.

 

"You mean, you, uh...what?" I asked.

 

"I want to try nude figure modelling for art schools," she said.

 

Can't say I would have expected this from her. She's no prude. She once streaked with a crowd in college (though it was a women's college), and we did the nude-beach thing last year. But her most recent experience with public nudity, her bikini top popping off at the public pool, was mortifying for her. And she has no real art background, apart from a lifelong enthusiasm for it. So I had to ask, "Why?"

 

"I'm not sure," she said. "I just like the idea of it. I finally feel really comfortable with my body, and this could be interesting."

 

On one hand, why not? She looks great naked. Not Hollywood perfect, mind you, but perfectly shapely and sexy. On the other hand, what isn't she telling me? Why is she, a 38-year-old mum with a meaningful career in social work and an already full schedule, having this urge? Not getting enough of the good stuff at home? I'm not a machine!

 

I didn't think it wise to press her on her motivations this soon. So I simply asked if she really thought she had the raw nerve to pull it off—to actually show up, climb onto the platform, and let her robe slip to the floor.

 

"I think so," she said, smiling.

 

I stared down the road ahead of us, and suddenly the idea—Kimberly donating her body to art—seemed like an off-ramp to adventure, a marvellous new twist to our world.

 

"Go for it," I said.

 

SHE WAS HIRED BY A LOCAL ART SCHOOL—at £20 an hour—and immediately began preparing for her big début. She found websites that offered advice about figure modelling, chatted with some area models for more insight, and started experimenting with different poses to see which ones she could sustain for 5, 10, or 20 minutes at a time—or even for several hours, as is sometimes required. She practised in our lounge after putting our two little girls to bed, and there she'd be, stark naked with her arms raised toward the heavens, still as the Venus de Milo herself, watching evening TV. I'd settle on the sofa to watch as well.

 

That became our routine on many late-summer nights. I never complained. I did occasionally wonder, however, whether my endorsement of this project was genuine, or if I was just buoyed along by the sheer novelty of it all. Perhaps I'd snap out of it at some point, panic, and wave her off. Was a "what were we thinking" moment looming?

 

 

During our married life I had I soon found out how excited he became when other men showed an interest in me. There were several occasions when his friends made a pass at me and he still loves to make me tell him about those times when we make love, but this experience happened on our first Spanish holiday together.

 

We had spent a lovely hot day on the beach and he was so thrilled to make me go topless in front of so many other people, I only have little breasts but he says they are very pert and he loved seeing me getting them all nice and brown in the sunshine.

 

One evening we were in the hotel bar and a middle aged couple came over and chatted to me while Ryan was getting some more drinks. They said they had bought some pretty clothes for their niece and they asked me to try them on, as I was apparently just her size. I am a size 10, slim, long legs and they easily managed to talk Ryan into it when he returned.

 

I was a bit nervous as they took us up to their room, but I could tell that my husband was excited by the situation and he was gently urging me to be a good sport and to help the nice people.

 

They introduced themselves as May and Ian and they had a lovely apartment.

 

May showed me the clothes and I was so shocked, they were not at all what I expected, they were such skimpy outfits and the little sun dresses would hardly cover my bum, and one silky white dress was so thin that you would be able to see right through it. May asked me to strip off, and I hesitated nervously, but she said that I had probably been almost naked on the beach and Ryan eagerly agreed that I had, so it was really sexy to be pressured into getting undressed in front of two complete strangers, but May started to help me take my little sun dress off as I blushed bright red.

 

I was not wearing a bra of course, I was on holiday and Ryan hardly ever likes me wearing a bra anyway, he loves to say that my pert little breasts don't need any support anyway.

 

May eagerly tugged my dress down and Ian handed me one of the skimpy outfits, but May was telling me to take my little panties off as well and I was almost trembling as Ian said that none of the outfits were designed to wear anything under them.

 

It felt so naughty to be naked in front of them both, but Ryan was encouraging them to strip me properly, and the look on his handsome face was a picture as Ian knelt in front of me and tugged my little knickers down my long legs.

 

He made a cheeky comment about my neatly trimmed blond pussy and I was glad that I had had a few drinks to help me overcome my shyness because I didn’t want to spoil the excitement that my husband was obviously enjoying.

 

May said that I was very pretty and they told us about a nude beach just up the coast and Ryan

said we must visit it the very next day.

 

I was still standing there as they looked at me and talked about how lovely I looked totally naked and I couldn’t help grabbing the little dress that Ian was holding to cover my blushes.

 

The dress didn’t cover much of me and I felt so self conscious as they made me parade up and down in front of them as they patted me and complimented me on how sexy it looked.

 

Ian sat down and said that he could see my bare bum, and Ryan chuckled as May cheekily reached down and patted my arse cheeks.

 

Ryan handed me my drink and I gulped it nervously as they handed me another little sun dress. It felt so naughty allowing my husband to parade me in front of this older couple and Ian started helping me on with the dress and his hands cupped my bare breasts a few times as May chuckled eagerly.

 

I was feeling quite tipsy by now and when Ian kissed me on the lips I didn’t resist much.

 

His kiss was a bit too eager, but it would have been rude to have pushed him away, and after a few moments he cupped his hand over one of my little breasts and it seemed ok to allow him to fondle me for a few seconds I guess.

 

Ryan was almost shaking and it was so sexy to see how excited he was, and I knew I was in for a good love session later on, and I suppose that made me even more reluctant to stop this cheeky old man from stroking me.

 

May handed me another stiff drink and I just giggled as I sipped it as Ian sat down and pulled me onto his lap.

 

May said that it was nice to se me being such a good girl and Ian pulled my little dress up a bit and started stroking his finger lightly over my blond pussy. I looked up at Ryan and he was nodding eagerly as Ian gently eased my legs a bit further apart.

 

May said she didn’t want the dress getting creased and she ordered me to lift my arms up and she quickly stripped it off me, leaving me totally naked on her husband's lap.

 

Ian still had his finger stroking me and May handed me back my drink and I carried on sipping it as Ian played with me.

 

Ryan had his mouth open in delight as I studied his face as this old man fingered me right in front of him. I ws so dizzy by now and I knew that I was unable to make any attempt to stop him as he got me so worked up, I was so wet and I closed my eyes as May leaned over and kissed me. I am not Bi at all, but it felt nice and I was almost unaware that Ian was lifting me up and May was helping him, but I suddenly felt them lowering me onto his erection and I gasped as he slipped easily up inside me as May pushed me firmly down on to her husbands throbbing cock.

 

"Oh god, that is soooooo sexy" Ryan gasped and I whimpered helplessly as Ian began moving deep inside me.

 

"Do you like seeing your pretty young wife being fucked by some one else in front of you" May whispered to him while taking my husband’s hard cock in her hands and Ryan nodded eagerly as Ian came inside me. I felt his cock pumping his hot sperm as he firmly squeezed my aching nipples and I felt such a dirty tart as May chuckled.

 

He stayed inside me for a few moments and then May took my hand and I was so wobbly on my feet as she helped me into the bedroom and switched on the shower, I was so shaky as she soaped me all over and Ryan and Ian came and sat on the bed and watched as she helped me out and wrapped a towel around me.

 

May handed me yet another drink and she sat me next to Ian on the bed and he put his arm around me and cuddled me for a few moments as she watched.

 

I felt Ian laying me back on the edge of the bed and he spread my legs open and lowered himself on top of me and I felt her guiding his cock inside me again, May said that her hubby wanted me again and she said that was so beautiful to see him so hard again already.

 

Ryan held my hand as Ian fucked me again, he lasted so much longer this time and he even made me climax as he thrust his powerful old cock in and out of my dripping wet love passage.

 

I nearly passed out as he made me cum and I felt him emptying his old balls inside me again as he finally reached his orgasm.

 

I lay there totally shattered as May wiped my leaking pussy with a soft tissue and after a few moments she helped me to get dressed. She ordered me to wear the thin white dress, she said it was made for me, but she wouldn’t allow me to wear any panties with it and I felt so shy all over again as we all went back to the bar.

 

I desperately wanted Ryan to take me back to our room and make passionate love to me, but I know he was enjoying the hot looks that I was getting from several of the men there, so he was in no hurry.

 

I felt so naked walking to the lift later on and Ryan was stroking my pussy long before we got up to our room.

 

 

After being married to Phil for 15 years I know what to expect on holiday. He'll get pissed. Most of the year he just goes out at the weekends, gets drunk with the lads and that's it. Holidays he starts at lunchtime and carries on until he falls asleep which is usually early evening. Last year rather than a beach holiday with all the bars and hotels I decided to book a cottage in France. About half a mile outside a small town, two cottages sharing a swimming pool in the gardens. The other cottage was unoccupied and we, or more precisely, I had the pool to myself. Surrounded by trees and a wall it was very private and I decided to sunbathe nude. Phil had discovered a bar in the local town and wondered down at lunchtime returning in the evening, a bite to eat a few more drinks and he was out cold for the night. Frustrating as the hot sun makes me randy. No cock, just my fingers or one of my vibrators and my imagination.

 

The first week passed and I was getting a nice all over tan. I shaved my pussy before the holiday and even between my legs was getting brown. I'd found swimming and sunbathing nude liberating. I've always had a bit of a thing about outdoor sex, something Phil refused to do and had taken to laying on the lounger playing with myself. By the middle of the week I was taking my vibrator with me, having long leisurely wanks, confident I wouldn't be disturbed. Phil had gone to the bar, it was the end of our first week, late on the Saturday afternoon and I was laid on a lounger by the pool. I'd just rubbed sun oil on, finishing with my pussy. Rubbing the oil between my legs, my pussy had moistened. It felt nice so, I shut my eyes, and continued fingering my hole. Masturbating in the open air, imagining I was being fucked, feeling very naughty, isn't something I'd normally do, but this holiday I was making the most of the chance. My pussy was quickly soaking, my fingers drenched in cunt honey, slipping in and out, teasing my clitty. I needed more than my fingers and took my vibrator from the bag, switched it on, holding it against my clit, before pushing in my pussy. Just what I wanted, I started moaning, writhing on the vibrating pretend prick, really letting myself go, climaxing loudly, before slumping on the lounger, vibrator still humming in my pussy, feeling well satisfied.

 

It must have been only seconds after I came that the gate to the pool area opened noisily. My eyes shot open, as a male voice called “Are you all right? We heard a noise” A look of concern on their faces, turning to shock as they saw the vibrator in my cunt and realised that the sounds they'd heard were me masturbating and cumming. I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed in my life. I felt myself blush as I sat up, belatedly realising I still had the vibe stuffed in my pussy, as I frantically looked for my bikini pants, the vibrator, slipping from my pussy, humming on the ground. With all the dignity I could muster, I put my pants on before asking who they were.

 

They apologised for making me jump and introduced themselves, Rob and Mac. I made an embarrassed joke about them catching me, laughing it off. Sitting chatting I found they had rented the other cottage, just the two of them and were on a cycling holiday, intending to do parts of the routes used by the Tour de France locally. After about half an hour they got up to finish unpacking and unloading their bikes, remarking that they would be out most days hinting that I would be OK sunbathing nude. I went to our cottage a few minutes later and changed into some shorts and T shirt, made three mugs of tea. I was about to take them over when I decided to take my T shirt off. I felt very daring, my tits swaying gently as I walked over topless, talking as the checked their bikes, feeling slightly disappointed that they seemed more interested in their bikes than my tits. I began to wonder, two blokes together, if they were gay, reinforced by the fact that they weren't staring at my tits. I'd had a good look at them, both mid twenties, around 6 feet tall, very fit looking, both wearing tight cycling shorts, clinging to their bums and, I couldn't help notice, outlining their cocks.

 

I was still feeling horny from the afternoon, partly because I knew they'd seen me masturbating, and really needed a good shag. Phil would be a waste of time, I was expecting him back, probably drunk so not much chance. I didn't tell him what had happened and even if I had he probably would have forgotten by the morning. He had something to eat, two or three drinks then staggered off to bed. I sat trying to read but my mind kept wandering, thinking about Rob and Mac, imagining them fucking me. My pussy got wet and I slipped my panties off, fingering myself. I could see my reflection in the mirror as I wanked. I took in my body, my tits are still a firm 34c, pert with hard little nipples, my legs and bum trim, although I'm almost 40. I’d never been unfaithful to Phil, and began to wonder if I had the chance would or could I take it.

 

The next morning I saw them getting ready to go cycling and went out to chat, just wearing a thin cotton wrap. I knew that in the bright sunlight it was see through and they would be able to see I was naked underneath. Just to make sure, before I went out I loosened the tie, so the front hung open, partially revealing my tits and with each step the wrap parted, exposing my pussy. I was still wondering if they they might me gay, but was gratified to see their eyes following me and I'm pretty sure, the bulges in their shorts growing before they got on the bikes. I watched them ride off, then showered before going to sit by the pool waiting for Phil to leave. As soon as he'd gone I took off my bikini, and lay with my legs open, daydreaming as I stroked my pussy, trying to pluck up the courage to offer myself to Rob or Mac or perhaps both. I tried to think of a way to contrive a situation to make it obvious I was available and willing to have sex with them, without looking to much of a slut.

 

I still hadn't really come up with a plan when they returned about 2 hours later, much sooner than I'd expected. I was by the pool when Rob appeared. I forced myself to leave my legs open so he got a good eyeful of my cunt as he hurried over. Mac had fallen from his bike and cut and grazed his leg and could I help. Without thinking I got up and followed him into the cottage completely naked. Mac was in his room laid on his front, his top off, shorts, ripped to shreds, his thigh and bum, both grazed. Sheepishly, Rob explained that the grazing needed cleaning and he didn't want to touch Mac's arse and would I mind doing it. I had a look in the first aid kit, found the scissors and cut up the sides of his shorts and pulled them away. The cuts and bruises weren't actually to bad but I made a show of cleaning them up then told him to roll over. I'd already noticed that they both shaved their legs (cyclists shave because it is more hygienic if they fall they told me), as he rolled over revealing his cock balls were also smoothly shaved. Quite distracting, trying to clean him, thinking how sexy it looked, whilst wondering what his shaved cock would be like in my smooth pussy. My hand was almost touching his prick and it started to stiffen. Rob muttered “I'll leave you to it” and left the room. I looked up at Mac “How are you feeling?” I asked. “A bit stiff” he replied, then realising what he'd said “I mean....” Before he finished I took his prick in my hand. “I think I can see what's stiff. A massage should help” It was to much to resist, his growing prick, 7 or 7 ? inches of hard cock. I felt confident, in charge and determined to suck his cock, for starters.

 

I started slowly wanking his cock, squeezing it gently, spreading the clear liquid oozing from the tip over the knob end. I bent forward, being careful of his leg, massaging his balls, then kissed them before sucking them, his hard cock touching my face. I stuck my tongue out and licked the underside of his prick from base to tip, then ran the tip of my tongue around the helmet, slowly licking to the eye savouring the taste of the clear liquid. I took his cock between my lips, just the glans sucking and nibbling, teasing his cock into my mouth. I sucked harder, taking more than half his length, bobbing my head up and down his prick. He gave a quiet groan, moving his hips to meet my mouth, as if fucking my face. I glanced up at him, his eyes screwed shut, mouth open, another groan. I sucked harder, moving faster, I felt his hands holding my head still, then “Don't stop. I'm going to cum” I heard a sound, Rob fresh from the shower, towel around his waist, his cock hard, standing next to the bed watching. He'd returned just in time, Mac gave a thrust and his spunk exploded from his cock into my mouth, three hard spurts of tasty young cock milk. It tasted completely different to Phils spunk, sweet instead of bitter, much more pleasant to take in my mouth and swallow.

 

I was on heat and needed satisfying, my pussy juices, running down my thighs, I needed fucking. I was kneeling on the bed, bum in the air, Rob standing near me. I reached for the towel and pulled it off and grabbed hold of his prick. Not as long as Mac's, but much fatter. “Don't just stand there. I want your cock. Fuck me” I demanded. I moved my bum towards him, opened my legs wider. He placed his hands on my hips, his prick touched my hole then he slid it along my slit. I shuddered as it made contact with my clitty, rubbing it against the hard little button. I wiggled my bum, feeling his prick as it entered me, his fat cock stretching my hole, his lovely slippery shaft, sliding deep inside my cunt. I'd thought he was shy, but he gave no sign now, fucking me as Mac watched. I reached between my legs, fingertips stroking my clitty, frigging it softly, adding to the wonderful sensations centred on my cunt and Rob's prick pumping my hole. I felt him spreading my buttocks, saliva drip on my bum then his fingers, touching my anus, rubbing his spit in. I felt him push a finger firmly against my bum hole, breaking through the tightness then sliding inside, probing my ass hole. I gave a moan of absolute satisfaction, as he began to fuck me faster, a second finger, pushed into my ass, finger fucking my ass hole, cock fucking my cunt. I could feel my pussy, tingling, an orgasm building, ripples of pleasure, coursing through my body. My nipples stuck out erect, a warmth spreading from my pussy, as he slammed his prick in me hard. I felt his cock almost throbbing in my pussy, my cunt muscles contracting, milking his cock as I climaxed. I heard him ask if I wanted him to pull out. “NO! NO! CUM IN MY PUSSY. SPUNK IN MY CUNT” I shouted. He buried his cock inside me and held still, his cock pumping my cunt full of his seed.

 

His spunk was dribbling from my cunt as he withdrew. I stood and went to the bathroom and wiped my pussy, thinking about what I'd just done, no regrets, wondering how soon I could get him hard again for another fuck. Back in the bedroom, Mac was dozing, so I thought it best to leave him, took Robs arm and suggested going out to the pool. He dived in and I sat on the side, with my feet in the water watching him swimming naked. I could see him watching me as he floated on his back, his cock already looking semi hard. I lifted my legs from the water, resting my feet on the edge and slowly opened my legs. I looked down my cunt, gaping open still juicy and slick, his spunk still leaking out. I touched my clitoris with my fingers, it still felt aroused, rubbing it before pushing a couple of fingers in my pussy. He swam closer, watching me masturbate, fingering my cunt with one hand, my other hand caressing my tits, teasing the nipples erect. I could see his cock, fully erect under the water as he stood between my legs. He placed his hands on my thighs, spreading my legs wider then pulled me closer, my pussy on the pool edge and buried his face in my cunt, licking sucking, poking my cunt with his tongue. Two or three minutes of his tongue lapping my pussy and I was getting close to cumming, gasping that I wanted him to fuck me once more. I lay on a towel and he took me by the pool, I came almost as soon as he entered me, then he fucked me until we both climaxed.

 

We lay by the pool in the sun, not realising how late it was until I heard Phil calling my name. I quickly pulled on my bikini pants and was putting on the top when I intercepted him just before he reached the pool. All he was interested in was his dinner, and I led him back to the cottage. Looking out of the kitchen window a minute later, I had to smile as Rob scurried in to his cottage, naked. Once Phil had gone to bed and was sleeping I went over to the other cottage and spent the night with Rob, returning to my cottage about 6am. Over the next three days, I sucked Mac off several times, he was to sore to fuck, and lost count of the times I was fucked by Rob. By mid week Mac had recovered and they went out cycling and I invited them over for a meal with me and Phil. Phil suspected nothing, He called them the “Gay Boys” when he mentioned them. He staggered off the bed straight after the meal. We gave him half an hour, then Mac fucked me while I sucked off Rob, quite a thrill having sex with Phil upstairs.

 

We were leaving on the Saturday, Phil I knew would stay sober on the Friday for the drive home so Thursday was was my last night with Rob and Mac. They went out for about 4 hours cycling in the morning, returning after Phil had gone to the bar. I was out by the pool laid on a lounger and when I heard them approaching I spread my legs, so the first thing they saw was me masturbating on the other side of the pool. Their shorts joined my bikini on the ground and I sat up, pulling Mac's cock to my mouth, while Rob got down between my legs tonguing my pussy. I've often wondered what it is like to be DP'd and for the previous couple of days had been thinking about asking them to both do me. Mac's cock was lovely and hard in my mouth, Rob's tongue was doing wonderful things to my pussy, but I wanted fucking. I decided to ask if they would DP me. I pulled Mac's prick from my mouth and before I had a chance to change my mind told them I wanted them both to fuck me.

 

I moved off the lounger, Rob lay on it and I straddled him and guided his cock to my pussy. He slid his prick in and out getting it nice and slippery before I lifted myself and Mac entered me from behind, lubricating his cock with my sex juices. I took Robs cock again, just an inch or so, then laid forward on top of him, giving Mac access to my exposed cunt. Mac spread my bum cheeks, crouching behind me he started pushing his cock in next to Robs. They both penetrated me, my cunt hole stretching, comfortably tightly around their hard pricks as the both started thrusting in to me, fucking me slowly and steadily. I'd never felt so full, moaning quietly as they fucked me deep. I gasped when I felt Mac working a finger up my ass, sighing with delight, briefly considering asking him to put his cock in my bum and ass fuck me. I was to close to cumming, as they fucked me harder, Mac grunting as he rammed his prick in me, Rob jerking his cock in me both nearly there. I started to orgasm, arching my back, head shaking from side to side, as I felt their throbbing cocks taking me over the top. I screamed I was cumming, they continued fucking me, slowly then taking turns to ram their cocks in and out, making me cum again, shafting me until I felt them ejaculate almost simultaneously in my cunt.

 

I spent most of Thursday night with them, being DP'd once more, then on the Friday it was time to, clean up the cottage and pack for an early start Saturday morning. I had one more chance before we left. Phil was busy loading the the car and I told him I was going to say goodbye to Rob and Mac. I told them I wanted a goodbye fuck and quickly undressed, then bent over the sink. First Rob and then Mac fucked me while through the half closed blinds I watched Phil loading the car 30 or 40 feet away. A real turn on being fucked and being able to see him oblivious to what I was doing. I came so hard I had to bite my lip to stop myself crying out as I climaxed.

 

I'd had my holiday fling, been well and truly fucked and thought that was it. Within a month of getting home I was craving cock, my mind kept reminding me of the sexual gratification of being DP'd and recalling how I'd thought about being ass fucked. I needed to have more cock. I realised that having gone behind Phil's back I couldn't stop, didn't feel guilty or remorseful, and once I’d decided to do it again, relished the thought of different guys fucking me. When Phil goes out on Friday or Saturday night I go out too, telling him I am meeting friends. Instead I picked up men, usually in pairs, sometimes more, to DP and ass fuck me. He's usually pissed and fast asleep and has no idea what time I get home and on the odd occasion he's woken never remembers in the morning. As for this years holidays, it's back to the beach, for sun, sea and hopefully plenty of opportunities for sex, lots of young, hard cocks for me to savour, while Phil gets drunk.

 

By Sharon

 

I was woken by the metallic click of the deadbolt ramming home. The sound of Zoe’s high heels unsteadily clopping and scuffing across the tiles soon followed, before she stepped out of her shoes and kicked them under the side table. Dumping her purse and switching off the hall light I had left on for her, she padded straight into our bedroom. As much as I knew she wanted to, Zoe knew enough not to check on the kids when she’d been drinking. 

The taxi’s headlights swept across the window as it backed out of the drive, briefly illuminating the bedroom in a dull, beige glow. I lifted my head to see Zoe making her way to the en-suite, her long, chocolate hair spilling about her shoulders. Without breaking stride, she lifted her finger to her mouth and whispered, “Shhh. Go back to sleep.”

  She slipped into the bathroom, turning on the light as she gently shut the door. Checking the clock on the bedside, I saw that it was two-thirty.

  “Hmm,” I smiled to myself with a raised eyebrow. Not a bad effort for a twenty-eight year old. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d cracked midnight with my own mates.

I got up and shuffled into the en-suite. Zoe startled as I entered, pressing herself to the vanity. Placing my hands on her bare shoulders, I caressed the dark blue straps of her dress with my thumbs. 

"How was your night?” I murmured into the back of her head, planting a kiss into her soft, coconut-scented mane. 

“Promise you won’t be angry with me?” she softly mumbled to the sink. My heart suddenly quickening, I searched her reflection, until eventually, her big, brown eyes met mine. I could tell her focus was blurred, but the rising blush in her cheeks told me she was lucid. Her mind was clear. She knew the gravity of what she was about to confess. The warmth of jealous anticipation spread to my own face. This wasn’t the first time Zoe had sheepishly sought such a promise. It usually followed a night out with her girlfriends. Some dancing, a cute guy, a little flirting, and then a drunken pub pass in a dark corner somewhere. It had only happened a few times in the nine years we’d been together, and all pretty harmless in the grand scheme of things. Still, the idea of my wife kissing another man drove me absolutely wild. Brushing her hair behind her ear and keeping eye contact, I kissed her neck.

 “What did you do?” Zoe shuddered slightly, then dipped her gaze. She didn’t answer.

“Mmm, sounds good,” I chuckled, pressing my naked erection against her ass. “Did we find the affections of an attractive, young man?”

 Zoe’s breath hitched, but still no response.

“A kiss perhaps?” I teasingly nuzzled, letting my hands fall to the soft curve of her hips.

 “Do you promise?” she whispered.

My eyes shot to the mirror. Zoe’s brown eyes were crystal clear. Her mouth hung slightly open, smudged with dark lipstick. She was breathing heavily. 

 “I promise,” I croaked, my heart thundering.

 Zoe turned around, leaning back against the vanity. I could smell countless Bacardi Breezers on her breath, watermelon by all accounts. Staring at me seriously, she dropped her eyes between us for a moment, then looked back up expectantly. She swallowed. I scanned down her body, past the plunging neckline of her dress and over the full breasts it struggled to conceal. I could see she’d spilled something in her lap. The shimmering, blue fabric was stained in large spots running from her navel to the hem halfway down her thighs. I rubbed one of the marks between my fingers, feeling a crusty, almost greasy sensation. “What is that?”

The realisation already striking me as the words escaped my mouth. 

 "There was this guy,” she breathed, her trembling words barely audible above the pulse hammering in my ears. “We were sort of kissing a little bit. And, um…” she had to catch her breath. “He was touching me. He, uh, got his hand up under my dress…” Pressing my cheek to Zoe’s forehead, I lifted the hem of her dress, bunching it in my fingers. As I did, the stains came together in one, big, globular smear, like the fold-in cover of a Mad Magazine.

 "Like this?” I rasped, now able to see the crotch of her blue, satin panties.

“Uh-huh,” she panted. “Then he kind of, um…he fingered me.”

I burrowed my fingers in under her waistband and combed them through her short curls. Farther down, I found the warmth of her steamy slit. She was soaking. Zoe’s delicious folds sucked at my fingers until I had two of them buried to the webbing inside her. 

 “Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “Just like that.” She tilted her head up and our lips met, our tongues urgently following. Zoe wrapped her fingers around my shaft and began stroking. She rubbed her palm over the head, lubricating my cock with my pre-cum.

“Is that what you did?” I gasped into her mouth. “You wanked him off while he finger fucked you?”

“Please don’t be angry,” she moaned. Zoe’s cunt clamped tight around my fingers with her release as I rolled her clit with my thumb.

 “Did he try to get his cock inside you?” I was a runaway train, overcome with lust.

“Yeah,” she swallowed. “But it was just a little bit. It was only a few seconds. I don’t know, maybe thirty. I made him pull out and I jacked him off with my hand. That’s when he came all over my dress.”

The thought of another man having his cock inside my wife… The blood seared through my veins, flushing my entire body with an intense heat. I was out of control. I all but picked Zoe up, and charging out of the bathroom, I threw her onto her back on our bed. Roughly opening her legs, I pulled her panties to the side. Her pussy glistened beautifully in the light spilling from the open ensuite door. I was an animal. I speared my cock into Zoe’s hungry cunt, slamming my full length into her in one, desperate thrust. We groaned in unison. The soaking hot grip of her pussy was almost too much for me to withstand. Barely composed, I pounded into her like a man possessed. She arched her back and reached under herself to unzip her dress as I fucked her. But when she got it to the small of her back, I got one hand around her and held her wrists in place. With her arms held behind her, I wrenched her shoulder straps down her arms, freeing her breasts. I caught a jiggling globe with my free hand, pinching her tight nipple as I squeezed the soft flesh. 

“That’s it!” she cried. “Oh, yeah. Fuck me through my panties!” I loved taking her like this, controlling her. Claiming her. Then releasing her gorgeous breast, I firmly gripped the back of Zoe’s neck.

“You let him fuck you?” I growled into her ear as my cock slopped wildly in and out of her.

 “Only a few minutes,” she grunted as she bounced rhythmically beneath me.

“You’re not angry, are you? You promised.”

I wasn’t angry, even at the increasing time she had admitted to fucking him. Rather, I was incredibly turned on. But I couldn’t answer, overcome with my own colossal orgasm. I erupted in blissful gush after gush of burning cum as I nailed Zoe to the mattress with my cock. I pumped every last drop of semen deep inside her until I couldn’t move any more. I almost passed out, drifting in a hazy, dreamlike abyss. One by one, my senses slowly returned. My eyes fell upon my beautiful wife, ravished on the bed, her eyes peacefully closed and her face flushed. Strands of her chocolate hair swayed in the soft scent of watermelon. The feeling of my cock, still hard inside her, tingled warmly as I continued to grind my pubic bone into hers. The frenzy over, I made love to Zoe, gently rocking in and out of her. Strangely, inexplicably, I felt so incredibly close to her. We kissed tenderly, smiling and staring into each other’s eyes. "You promise you’re not angry with me?” Zoe grinned sweetly.

“I promise,” I chuckled, kissing her passionately, then sucking her tongue warmly into my mouth. “Do you still love me?”

 She smiled. “More than ever.” The tears welled in my eyes.