Teasing Wife Gives-In

My wife, Becky, has always been a tease.  She doesn't flirt with men...
 On the contrary, she ignores advances or gives a quick, cold glance
and walks away if a guy gets too friendly.  But she always dresses
sexy, and she secretly loves it when people notice...  Everybody
notices, and with good reason.  Her Puerto Rican features make her
tight outfits stand out, especially her beautiful, firm, round behind.
Thick, perky nipples protrude from her ample bosoms, and seem to poke
out no matter how much of a top she is wearing.  The thing that makes
Becky stunning (as opposed to just good-looking) is her narrow waist
that exaggerates the rest of her features.

I often tease her about how sexy she dresses.  She smiles and says that
when she's sixty, she'll dress like she's sixty.  Since she's twenty
eight, she's going to dress like she's twenty eight.  Despite the sexy
looks and sassy attitude, my wife doesn't put-out very often, and she
never cheated.  We usually made love about once a month and she would
often stop my sexual advances.  I guess she's like most women and just
doesn't have the libido that men have.  Though, her interest in sex was
much greater when we had first been dating, but has dwindled quite a
bit over our seven years together.

I work in the commodities market, so most of my acquaintances are the
type that wear suits and like to golf, but about twice a month a group
of guys that I grew up with gets together to play cards, dominos, and
craps, drink beer, watch a porn flick or just hang-out on the stoop.  I
make more money than all three of them combined, so we usually meet at
my place.  I get to act blue-collar for the day and we all have a good
time.  My wife says I'm a different person around them.  She says I act
too 'gritty', like I've got to prove to my 'down and out' friends that
my suit and tie hasn't sapped my machismo.  Consequently she tries to
avoid being home when this group of guys meets at our place.

During one of our visits, my wife came up in conversation and Marcus
made the same comment he always makes, "Damn, she's got a great ass!"
Everyone chuckled.  Usually the conversation would turn to something
else, but today everyone seemed to have a comment.  I had grown used to
Marcus saying something like this.  He would even say shit like that
when my wife was home and could hear it (thank god she was shopping
that day).  She would just give him a sharp, fierce glare and walk out
of the room if he said shit like that in front of her.  It was unusual
for everyone to join in and go on and on about it.  Pete said, "She's
got great tits, too.  Beats the hell out of my wife."  Victor took it
to the next level saying, "Man, I'd fuck the shit out of her if she
wasn't married to Greg."  Everyone laughed.  I just smiled and listened
to them describe her 'fuckable' body in greater and greater detail.
This must have gone on for over fifteen minutes.  When Victor turned
and said, "Come on, Greg.  Tell us what she's like."

Marcus had just finished describing in great detail how he would "shoot
spag right down Becky's drinking throat.  Then watch the leftovers drip
off her chin onto those perky tits, while she finished sucking my rod
clean".  So I chuckled at Victor's query and said.  "Sorry to spoil the
moment, guys, but Becky isn't as hot in bed as she looks, and she
certainly doesn't act the way Marcus so eloquently described.  The
truth is that she's sort of prudish about sex.  She's all looks and
although she can be pretty good in bed on occasion, that occasion is
fairly infrequent."

This sparked a round of protests.  "I bet she loves to suck cock!"
"That's bullshit, man.  I could make her pant like a bitch in heat."
"She'd bounce on my cock all night long."

I listened to them acting like a bunch of puffed up roosters and
off-handedly said, "Whatever, you're all welcome to try, but don't
blame me when she slaps you like the snot-nosed kids that you are."  I
expected everyone to laugh and for that to be the end of it, but
everyone got quiet and mulled over what I just said.  Victor finally
said, "You really think so, huh?  I'm going to hold you to that."

With all of the blue-collar machismo that I could muster I said, "You
go right ahead, but don't say I didn't warn you."

Pete quickly said, "If you're so sure, then you'll agree not to try to
sabotage us, by lying to her about us or trying to stop us if she
starts spreading those long curvy legs for one of us.  No offense, but
nobody who dresses that sexy is a prude, and I intend to get some of
that ass if you're offering it for the taking."

I had painted myself in a corner, and my pride wouldn't let me back
down.  Besides I was nearly certain that any advances one of them made
on my wife would be met with an open hand-slap to the mouth.  So I
said, "Have it your way.  I won't need to tell lies.  She barely
gives-it-up for me.  She certainly isn't going to put-out for you guys.
 Hell, she makes plans to be away whenever you guys stop by so that she
can avoid you."

Instead of dissuading them with that last comment, it incited each of
them to try harder.  As the evening ended, Victor made a toast with the
dregs of his bottle.  "Here's to fucking Greg's wife!"  "I'll drink to
that", replied Marcus.

"Whatever," I said smugly.

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The next couple of times that we got together, the guys showed up early
and stayed late trying to be around my wife.  As she was leaving-out,
the guys would whistle at her and make a big deal about how she looked,
even if she wasn't dressed particularly sexy.  She just gave them dirty
looks and walked out.  She got the same treatment when she got home.
They didn't make any crude comments, just approving cheers.

After a few months, two things happened.  First, I came to the
conclusion that the conversation had finally blown over.  Second,
although I didn't notice at first, my little wife was starting to dress
sexier when she knew that the guys were stopping over.  She was
starting to like all of the attention that they were showing her.  She
used to wear stretch pants or tights, but now she was wearing
miniskirts and short-shorts.  While the guys still didn't say anything
crude, they were DEFINITELY more overt about staring at her.  And she
was starting to linger around the house a little longer before going
out and coming home a little earlier in the evening.  Becky would also
find more reasons to walk through the dining room or living room
(depending on whether we were playing cards or just hanging out).
Sometimes she would even join us for a few minutes of conversation,
while the guys openly stared at her ample chest, legs and caboose.

None of this caught my attention because she always dresses sexy and
she has always liked the attention that it brings her.  But this was
going further.  She would find reasons to stand on tip-toes in the room
to get something off of the top shelf or bend over for a long time as
she read the titles on the books on the bottom shelf of the bookcase,
finally selecting one and walking out of the room with it.  If she was
wearing shorts, either one of these actions pulled her tight shorts
sharply into her butt-crack and accentuated her big round rump.  If she
was bending over, you could even see the seam pressing into her labia.
Her pussy crack looked great like that.  Everyone in the room would
gasp and she would act as though she didn't even notice.  If she was
wearing a miniskirt, either action would display the bottom edge of her
ass cheeks and if she was bending over far enough, you could see the
crotch of her panties.  On one occasion, she was wearing sheer,
translucent panties and did this.  The nearly clear panties pressed
into her crotch and spread her fat pussy lips for all to see.  I nearly
came in my pants.  Pete even uttered, "Oh my god!" under his breath.
Becky couldn't suppress her smirk as she finally stood up and walked
out of the room, without even bothering with the pretense of taking a
book.

"I'm gonna fuck that when I get the chance" Marcus muttered loudly.  I
was concerned, because he said it loud enough for my wife to hear in
the next room.

"Damn!  What's up with that?" asked Victor.  "Your wife is many things,
but she is NOT a prude."

"Keep it down, guys", I said.  "You're gonna piss her off."

"You're full of shit", Pete snapped.  "Your wife just showed us her
pussy and she did it on purpose."

"I'm tellin' you", I said, "She likes to look sexy, but she's just a
tease."

Our conversation hushed suddenly as Becky entered the room.  "I'll be
back around 9:00 o'clock, honey," she said to me.  She bent over to
give me a kiss on the cheek.  Just then her eyes got big.  My wife spun
around and slapped Marcus' arm away from her ass, firing off en
espaņol, "Keep your hands to yourself, pervert!"  Then she stomped out
of the house.

Marcus looked like a kid who just gotten caught with his hand in the
cookie jar.  Pete and Victor were giving him high-fives.  All I said
was, "I told you."

Marcus snickered to himself, "Yeah, she hit me like you said, but I
know something you don't:  Your prudish wife was sloppy wet.  She
really must get-off on us looking her over and talking about her when
she's in the next room."

We didn't speak any more about it that night, but as far as Pete and
Victor were concerned, Marcus was the hero of the day.

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Marcus had started a new routine that day.  From then on, Becky would
hang around the house for a half-hour or so after the guys had arrived,
before going out.  One or two of the guys would do something, like pat
her on the rear as she walked by, and she would smack their hand away.
As she bent over to kiss me, the guy nearest her would try to rub her
ass through her shorts or reach under her skirt and she would smack
them away again.  She would say something like, "Your friends are
pigs!" or "You guys act like you're 13 years old."

Despite all this, my prudish wife kept dressing sexy when the guys
dropped by.  She started going to a women's exercise class at our
health club and she would wear a French-cut exercise leotard to class.
Of course she strutted around the house in it before class.  Marcus
tugged the back of her leotard upward turning it into a thong.  As
usual, Becky swatted him.  Curiously, she left the leotard where it
was, showing off the world's most beautiful ass for another 20 minutes
before leaving for her class.

Two months later, my wife's protests had gradually subsided.  What had
once been slaps had turned into playful swats.  When she said, "Your
friends are pigs", there was almost an endearing quality in her voice.

One day she gave me a longer than usual goodbye kiss.  What made it
longer was that she didn't immediately swing around and rebuff the guy
that was rubbing her nearly bare behind (she was wearing her leotard).
She stood up and said to me, "Are you never going to do something to
stop these guys from feeling me up all the time?"

"I, ah...." before I could answer, Victor interjected.  "He told us it
was alright.  Greg, here, says we can do whatever you'll let us get
away with."

"I didn't say it like that!"  I protested.

My lack of direct denial clearly pissed-off Becky.  "What an asshole!"
she fired at me.  "You think you can pass me around to your friends
like a toy."  She stormed out of the house.

"Thanks a lot, Victor!"  I muttered.

The guys left early that night.  When Becky got home, she acted like
nothing had happened.  However, things changed rapidly.  Over the next
two months Becky radically reduced the amount of resistance she gave
the guys during their visits.  They could rub her butt when she walked
by without even getting a nasty look.  Her sexy outfits also became
more bold.  She would walk through the house in nothing more than a big
tee-shirt and a pair of panties that would come into view if she
happened to bend over or reach for something on an upper shelf.  Her
fat nipples were readily visible through the tee-shirt, like an
advertisement for sex.  I never saw her let them do anything more
aggressive than rub her ass as she walked by or as she was kissing me
goodbye, but I started to suspect that the guys got pushier when I left
the room.

For example, one time I left for the bathroom and Becky wasn't in the
room.  When I returned, she was standing between Victor and Marcus who
were seated at the table.  She had her back to me and she was looking
down towards her crotch, with her feet about a foot and half apart.
Victor and Marcus each had one hand firmly planted on her ass and were
looking towards Becky's crotch.  She had her right hand on Marcus'
shoulder and pushed him away when she noticed I had walked into the
room.  As an afterthought, Becky called Marcus a 'pig' and walked out
of the room.  I suspected that Marcus' other hand might have been
reaching up the front of her tee-shirt.  The guys were all grins and
Becky looked more embarrassed then the guys.

Another time, Becky was wearing a mini-skirt, which the guys kept
trying to pull up as she walked past the table.  I was trying to focus
on the card game and Becky stood at the other end of the table next to
Pete as if to watch his poker-hand.  The table blocked my view, but I
could see that her mini-skirt was bunched up around her waist again.
Pete would hold his cards in one hand and I suspected the other was
under Becky's skirt.  Victor, who could see what was going on, had a
grin on his face.  I won several hands in a row and seemed to be the
only person at the table concentrating on the game.  With the room
smelling more like pussy than cigarette smoke, she finally straightened
her skirt and gave me the usual goodbye kiss before going shopping.

The goodbye kiss had turned into another excuse for the person closest
to her to grab her ass or reach under her skirt.  She had started to
draw out these goodbye kisses, until they were more like a make-out
session.  While I kissed my wife I suspected that one of the other guys
was taking his time feeling her up and it soon became clear that they
must have been finger-fucking her.

This bothered me for a while, but over time I got used to it and it was
a bit of a turn-on for me.  Besides, our sex life was improving.
Especially the nights that the guys had been over.

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Once the pretense that I didn't know what was going on had worn away,
my wife started staying home when the guys were over.  For a while she
still tried to keep it out of my sight, even if just hidden by the
table, but everyone knew that I knew what was going on.  She would
stand next to someone at the card table and get felt-up.  If I went to
the bathroom, I could tell that something raunchier had been going on
while I was away.  Becky would be straightening her clothes getting up
from someone's lap, with the smell of Latina pussy filling the air.
She was turning into a little slut.

The first time that she let them molest her in front of me I was
surprised.  It looked so much sluttier than it had seemed when left to
my imagination.  She stood between Victor and me.  While the game went
on his hand would slip under her big tee-shirt.  He would rub her
luscious ass for a few minutes, push aside her thong panties and then
slowly, almost absent-mindedly, finger-fuck her for a few minutes.  I
couldn't help but keep glancing over.  Victor and I made eye contact as
I snatched a glance.  He winked at me and pulled my wife's tee-shirt up
so that I could get a better view.  He had a big grin as he turned back
to his cards and clearly relished the feeling of finger-fucking my wife
while I watched from about two feet away.

Becky helped-out by gathering up the cards after each hand.  She would
bend over the table and gather up the deck and pass it to the next
dealer.  The first time she did this after Victor hiked up her skirt, I
got an eyeful.  He had two fingers buried to the hilt in her very
swollen, sopping wet pussy.  Victor opened wide her juicy fuck tube
with splayed fingers, showing undulating pink flesh which lead into
darkness.  Meanwhile, his thumb was sliding in and out of my wife's
sticky asshole.  Becky spread her legs apart another six inches, as if
to give me a better view.  When she stood up again, she grinned in my
direction and said, "Having a good time, honey?"  Everyone chuckled.

I couldn't believe this was my prudish Becky.  Her anus had always been
off-limits for sex play, and she'd given me the cold shoulder once for
a week, due to a wandering finger.  She'd finally forgiven me over a
romantic dinner at the most expensive restaurant in town.  Now here my
wife was obviously turned-on with my best friend's thumb in her ass,
and taunting me with it!  The shame was overwhelming, as I felt myself
get up from the table, walk to the bathroom and shut the door.  What
was I going to do?  My wife was on the verge of giving it all up to my
oldest friends, if she hadn't already.  But the sex between us was at
its best ever, all due to these poker nights and the passions they had
ignited.

I'd decided to put an end to all of this, even if it meant an end to
great sex.  If I lost Becky in the process, I would just have to move
on.  After all, it felt as if I'd lost her already.

But when I returned to the room, I was completely startled into
forgetting what I'd planned.  There was my Becky, straddling Victor,
facing away from him, tee-shirt hiked up around her waist and panties
half-removed, cling wetly to one thigh.  Victor's pants and underwear
were pushed down, erection in hand with the spear head of his cock in
my wife's anal indent, pressing into her lubricant slickened rosebud.

"This is crazy, Becky," said Victor, "You're too tight."

"Yeah," chimed Marcus, rubbing the sizable bulge in his pants, "And you
know what you really want is this fattie plugging your honey hole
instead."

My wife licked her lips as her gaze fell upon Marcus's package.  "No,
but I have to keep something for Greg," she replied, "And anyways, this
isn't fucking.  I'm only consenting to have my ass stuffed."

Slowly, and with determination, Becky lowered herself onto Victor's
dick as he held it upright.  Inch by tortured inch, I watched my
groaning wife violate her marriage vows and her rectum with my friend's
penis, wriggling her hips to fit as she made the descent.  Victor
gasped as her anus swallowed him to the very root, her ass cheeks
resting now on his thighs.

"So full", drawled Becky, half out-of-it, with every nerve ending in
her shit tube registering pleasure.  She pushed her shirt down now, to
cover her ass and the bare thighs of both Victor and herself, and
leaned back against his chest.

"God damn, she did it!" cried Marcus.  "Next of us to win a hand is
on-deck", he wagered to Pete.

Just as I was entering the room, Pete had been in the process of making
a case why he should be next, as Marcus had already gotten to suck her
pussy.  But they must have heard me coming, and quickly hushed up,
trying to act natural.

Becky smiled shyly at me, while my friends stuffed their laughter and
grinned like Cheshire cats.  For a while, nobody said anything, as
Marcus dealt the next hand.  The only sounds were of Victor breathing
deeply, but rapidly.  My wife held his cards for him, in the ruse of
being but a helpful tease on my friend's lap.  In actuality, her anus
sucked mightily on his dick.  Pete won that hand and, skipping Victor,
dealt the next one.  I noticed then Becky beginning to lose touch, her
grip on the cards slackening as she was rising up and down, in time
with Victor's now rolling shoulders.

As they began bouncing harder together, a loud rip came out of my
wife's rectum, gas bubbling past his cock.  I looked on aghast, as
Marcus and Pete laughed, and Becky came to, glaring at Victor who kept
on bucking.  She just as quickly lolled her head back and moaned
loudly, as I could tell he was grinding his pelvis into her ass on a
long in-stroke.  Leaning back in the chair, Victor grabbed my wife's
meaty thighs and spread them.  With her feet on the edge of the table,
we all had a clear view as he hard pounded her shitter in perfect time,
really fucking into Becky's butthole now like it was a pussy.

Marcus, Pete and I all stood up to get a better view.  Victor's dick
slid in and out my wife's anus, coated in her slime, as the sour smell
of open bung perfumed the air.  Becky was panting like a bitch in heat,
grunting her pleasure and furiously rubbing her clit with one hand,
while tugging her nipples through the thin tee-shirt with the other.

 From behind, Marcus grabbed her shirt by the sleeves, and began pulling
it up over her head.  Between Victor's rapid fuck-strokes and her
excitement, Becky managed a weak, futile protest, "No, don't let Greg
see!" before breaking into a huge, closed-eyed grin.  She raised her
arms up, making it easier for Marcus to remove the tee-shirt.  He
tossed the shirt aside, exposing my wife's bouncing tits and thick,
suckable nipples.

Having unveiled his prize, Marcus wrapped a fist around the base of
each of my wife's soft melons, so that they plumped out around his
thumb and forefinger.  Becky was in a screaming fit from the rough
stimulation, "YES!  YES!" as Marcus alternately sucked her tits deep
into his mouth, tonguing the nipples, or pulling on them with his teeth
and lips.  Meanwhile, Pete had unzipped and pulled down his pants,
hoping to be next to have sex with my wife, making her rectum the
unnatural receptacle of his lubricating pre-cum, his reproductive
man-hood, and his fertilizing seed.

Just then, Becky started really wailing, pumping her feet into the
table as Victor pumped his genome into my wife's poop chute, her
orgasming anus squeezing out every drop of chowder for its post-coital
meal.  Seeing Becky's climax, it was as if I had recovered from a
trance, shouting, "What the fuck is this!?  Get off of my wife!!"  From
the sheer intensity of my voice, Marcus and Pete both backed away, as
Victor's dick shrank and fell loose from Becky's bowels.

Pete was first to protest, "Yeah?  And what am I supposed to do with
this?" he said, waving his rock hard dick at my wife.

My reply shocked even me, "Alright.  You fuck her in the ass, then
Marcus, then all of you get out of my sight..." with that, I resigned
myself and my wife to this fate.

Becky slowly stood up, studied my defeated face, smiled and said, "Ok.
Let's take this party to the living room, boys."  My wife started off
with a wag from her sore hips, as my three best friends followed close
behind, hands on her ass and waist.

Once on the carpet, she took a blanket off of the sofa and laid it on
the ground, then put her arms around Pete and Marcus as they sucked on
her tits, looking back and forth at the two of them bringing her to
gasping excitation.  Becky then lowered herself to her knees, running
her hands down their bodies.  My wife rubbed Marcus's bulge with one
hand while grabbing a hold of Pete's stiff member in the other, then
shuffled her round, Puerto Rican ass to meet Peter.  Spreading her
crack now with both hands, my wife presented her slimy, cum-filled
asshole and open pussy to Pete's penetration.

Stroking his dick, Pete aligned the wet tip of his member against
Becky's relaxed anus, then pushed in the entire length at one go,
eliciting a deep, guttural groan from my wife, who braced her hands
against the blanket.  He then pulled her wet rectum for most of a full
backstroke, before thrusting hard again into my wife's deep bowels.  As
Pete began to pick up the tempo, Becky cried out, "Give it to me, fuck
my ass!" eyes closed, sweat dripping off her pretty features.  At this,
Marcus fed his fingers into my wife's randy mouth, which she sucked
heartily, looking into his face.  Meanwhile, Marcus unzipped and
unleashed a ten-inch monster in hers.

Becky gasped, his fingers falling from her mouth, as she reached up
with both hands wrapped around Marcus's ass, pulling him to her face.
My breathless wife panted out, "Fuck it!" before instantly engulfing
about two-thirds of his length, her thick lips stretched obscenely over
the breadth of his monster cock.  Becky's eyes closed tightly as she
chugged forward and back from the neck, trying to fit the rest of
Marcus's mighty schlong down her tiny throat.  While Pete hammered away
at my wife's anal pussy, Marcus gripped the back of her head, and
thrust the rest of his meat into her pussy throat.  Becky's throat
bulged as she gagged, my wife's face turning red while her lips were
pressed deeply into his pubis.

Asphyxiated, Becky came deep, her rippling rectum sending Pete over the
edge as he fertilized my wife's shit.  Marcus released her head and
retracted his cock from Becky's throat, which caused an involuntary
gasp as the tube relaxed to its normal curvature.  Panting, she braced
herself again on her hands, as Pete pulled his softened dick from deep
within my wife's ass-pipe.  She smiled at the audible *pop* made when
his cockhead slipped past her anus.  As Becky relaxed her hips, a loud
fart ripped through her loosened bowels, spraying the seed of my two
friends like a shotgun.  With her remaining strength, Becky laughed
wickedly when she had seen that some landed on my astonished cheek.

With his hand on my wife's full, Latina cheek, Marcus quickly drew her
attention to his face, saying softly, "My turn now."  Becky reached out
with one hand for his erect cock, giving a lick and kiss on the tip
while looking up into his eyes, before swiveling on her hands and knees
so that her ass faced Marcus's monster.  As he pressed the head of his
cock into her, my wife gave a surprised look back at Marcus, before
smiling at him and then again facing forward, watching me with a big,
stupid grin.

Marcus leaned forward, into my wife, his gargantuan penis stretching
her to a new dimension.  Becky exhaled mightily, her face a silent
scream, as he bottomed out deep in her abdomen, my wife's knees and
hands giving way as Marcus's body pushed her down onto the blanket.
Her upper body supported by her tits and outstretched arms, legs
splayed out, braced against Marcus's, Becky smiled and shouted at me,
"He's in my pussy, honey, balls deep!"

I hadn't even time to register the shock before Marcus had his hands on
my wife's hips, fucking her baby hole with deep strokes, stretching
Becky's excited vaginal flesh around his thick organ.  As Victor, Pete
and I stood up to get a better look at the action, she panted, "Do you
like what you see?"  They hooted and hollered at the view of my wife's
pink pussy lips clinging to Marcus's shiny monster, tugging the fuck
meat from her body before stuffing it back in.

Marcus then placed his hands under Becky's thighs, and picked her up
bodily from the floor as he stood.  She leaned back into his chest as
he penetrated her standing, holding her legs up from behind, before
rotating my wife to face him.  She wrapped her legs around Marcus's
back and her arms around his strong neck.  Becky looked into his eyes,
then kissed him deeply, licking Marcus's lips as he stuffed hers below,
my wife smiled and whispered, "Greg could never fuck like you do."  I
groaned involuntarily at this scene, with the feeling that my balls had
just been physically stomped.

Then Marcus grinned, and carried her over to the couch, Becky unable to
break eye contact.  He laid her down on the edge of the sofa, his cock
still filling out my wife's womb, and began again thrusting his sex
into her sopping wet vagina.  Becky panted heavily, while Marcus
groaned his exertion through hard, pounding penetration.  "Fuck my
pussy, Marcus, you fuck me so good!" my wife yelled, as Marcus
responded loudly, "Take it, bitch, take it!"  His monster a blur now,
as my wife's love box sucked it noisily.

"Here it is.  I'm coming!" shouted Marcus, and with one final pump
slammed his thickness deep into my wife, grinding it into her depths.
Her arms wrapped around him, Becky pulled her lover to her as he
blasted thick ropes of his seed into her unprotected womb.  The heat
and pressure of his cum shot sent my wife into another orgasm, as she
screamed, "Knock me up, make me your slut!"  Marcus shivered again and
again, as he filled her vagina with his sperm, until it leaked out
around the tight seal made by Becky's pussy and his thick cock.  I
wondered then if my best friend's best efforts had in fact succeeded in
making a baby in my wife.

Sick of the display, and sick at myself for letting it all happen, I
hesitated not a moment longer in shooing my friends out of my home.
Becky's wet face looked longingly after Marcus, as their breed seed
dripped in gobs from her loose pussy and ass.  Nothing would ever be
the same again.

I had lost my wife, as my love had died that night, just as Becky had
died to her old self and been replaced by a slut of unimaginable
proportions.  Luckily she hadn't been impregnated, so that it was even
easier for me to cut the emotional ties, without an innocent child in
the picture.

But Becky was still something I'd wanted.  The sexy beauty I had
married was even sexier to me now, more than ever.  And more than
anything, I wanted to fuck her asshole, newly opened for business.
Becky still needed me in a way, and wanted to continue living together
as husband and wife.  But she also needed more cock than I could give
her.  So we struck up a sort of deal.  She would go on birth control
and be able to fuck my friends anytime she liked.  I was fine by this
arrangement, as it meant I could have her anyway that I wanted, anytime
she has an itch in an open orifice.  And more often than not, that itch
is in her anus.

This has worked out quite well, as I have her at least once a day now.
My friends come over more than before, in fact, I've sometimes come
home to them screwing my wife on the couch or on the floor.  One time,
she had all three of them fucking her at once, a cock in each hole, and
when Pete shot his wad up her ass I was there ready to replace him.
I'd always thought one day I would see my children exiting my wife's
womb, but instead it seems all I will ever see is the semen of my
friends, dripping from her used tubes.

It really bothers me too, the way she looks so deeply into Marcus's
eyes, and how stretched her pussy has become from their lovemaking.
And I wish they wouldn't use the bed in which Becky and I sometimes
sleep.  But, a deal's a deal.

One time, though, I came home to Marcus's spag shooting right down
Becky's drinking throat.  Then I watched the leftovers drip off her
chin onto those perky tits, while she finished sucking his rod clean.
She didn't even have dinner on the table, before following him to bed
with a belly full of sperm.  Well that's good for her, but I need to
eat too.

What to do with a wife like that!