The neglected blowjob-guy from earlier walked up to Tiffany and knelt between she and Janet. With one hand he lifted his aching penis and aimed it at my wife's face. Tiffany lifted her head and opened her mouth without hesitation. He pushed it in against her tongue and she clamped her lips shut and began sucking.
Janet moved up to sit by me. I caught her looking down at my penis.
“It's a crime not to share that thing, you know,” she teased.
I ignored her. I was stunned and fascinated by my wife. I thought her anal orgasm meant the end of our night. Something foundational happened here. My wife was a changed woman.
Tiffany sucked blowjob-guy, bobbing her mouth like a pussy, until he grunted and ejaculated. He left it in there for a moment and then pulled it past her vacuuming lips.
Based on his success, other men that had been watching crouched down and fed Tiff their cocks too. They crowded around her, hoping for their turn. My wife refused no one, sucking each until drinking their cum; large and small, hairy and shaven. Each man unloaded into her freely offered gullet. They held her down and fucked her mouth like a pussy, butts rising and falling as they pumped their cocks. A man would climax and another would nudge him away.
Once they were all emptied, we were left alone. Janet said she would search for Ray and I told her I'd left him with our drinks. She headed that way.
With rubbery arms Tiff pushed herself up to sitting. Her face was a mess of white ropes and stray shots. I was terrified she would ask for a kiss. She wiped her face with both hands and rubbed them on the upholstery. I had some whiskey left in my tumbler and she gulped it. She tested her pussy with a finger and then reached around behind and tested her ass. Cum leaked from her everywhere.
We regarded each other. She searched my eyes for anger or rejection or disgust and must not have seen any because she wiggled closer until her head rested on my shoulder.
“Do you want to fuck someone,” she offered. “I'll let you. Just this once. It's only fair.”
I told her no and asked if she was ready to go home.
“No. Not yet. Sorry, Honey, but I like it here. I should be freaking out but I'm not. Let's head back to Ray and Janet.”
I let her walk ahead of me and candlelight revealed sperm dripping down her inner thighs. Lots of sperm. I rubbed my dick and caught up with her.
When we got back Ray was there but not Janet. He waved vaguely towards the back of the room when I asked where she was.
“I'll find her,” Tiffany offered. “How about you stay here with Ray?”
This time I did as she asked. In the back of my mind I was sure she would find another man or two and I needed a break from watching her. I was so aroused any more stimulation might make me explode.
Ray spoke. “Janet says Tiffany is more sexual than us and probably more sexual than anyone we know. That's a bold statement. What do you think of that, David?”
I ignored Ray. I had no idea what our sex life would be like after tonight. I was sure we'd sit down and discuss it but at this moment I had no idea. Tiffany had changed right before my eyes.
Janet came back after twenty minutes and told us Tiffany was with a new man and I nodded. I'd expected as much. She said she'd seen them talking and then they drifted away from the group. She kept one eye on them and when she saw them kissing she knew what came next so she returned to Ray and me.
“Who was this guy?” I asked. “Why did she pick him?”
“I didn't call him a
guy
,” she corrected, “I called him a man. A tall, muscular, handsome and confident man. Ask me how big his cock was, David. I know you want to know.”
I cleared my throat. “How big was he?”
“Really big. He was soft but even so I'd say double yours. His ball sack was huge. Did you know your wife loves huge testicles? He looked like Christopher Reeves; broad shoulders and narrow waist, good-guy chin, big dark eyes. Really handsome and masculine. Lucky bitch.”
I began to fret. Tiff with five men was less worrisome than Tiff with one man. This night was so full of twists and turns. My wife seemed unpredictable and that unnerved me.
The three of us continued talking but more and more my mind drifted to Tiffany; where was she? What was she doing right this second? There must be something special about him. I thought about walking around to burn my nervous energy but if I bumped into them I would feel like a spy. To get my mind off her I started asking my friends lots of questions.
Janet and Ray had been doing this a long time and loved it. They always thought of new ways to tease each other. Like me, Ray loved watching his wife with other men. They told me about their secret world and the do's and don'ts of it. I listened attentively and I had to admit, in spite of my current misgivings, I got turned on. Why was this so exciting? They shared story after story.
We'd talked for almost two hours when naked Tiffany and her new, naked friend approached our group. They held hands. Nothing else tonight bothered me like that did. Their intimately intertwined fingers rocked me. Such a simple romantic gesture. I gasped as all the air left my lungs. Tiffany heard it and gave me a pained and apologetic look.
Janet had not exaggerated; even soft he was clearly twice my size, maybe the biggest man in here. I stared at it wondering if it had already been inside my wife.
They stopped ten feet back from us.
“Hi guys,” Tiffany said, her voice trembling a little. “This is Bryce. I wanted you to meet him so you wouldn't worry. Bryce, this is Ray and his wife Janet, and David, my husband.”
We all said hi but Bryce said hello. Anxiety twisted Tiffany's face a little.
“What do you mean, 'worry'?” I asked. “What would we worry about, Tiff?”.
Tiffany's anxiety shot through the roof. She chewed her lips like crazy.
She stood up straighter and squared her shoulders.
“I'm going home with him, David, just for tonight. Don't be mad and don't freak out. It's not as bad as it sounds. I want to spend time with him away from this place. There are limitations for us here.”
My jaw landed in my lap. Limitations? Home with him? What the ever loving fuck?
Tiffany saw my face and started talking fast, telling me how she had discovered things about herself tonight that she wanted to explore further but without my influence. Ray and Janet and Bryce heard it all. She begged me to trust her because this wasn't about replacing me or ending our marriage. She assured me that tomorrow she'd still be my wife and she loved me more than anything on earth. She asked me to trust her again and again and it began to work.
I know most guys would have exploded in rage and fear but something in her eyes, something in her voice, kept me calm. She needed me to do this for her.
In the end, I did. I found the heart of my selfless love for her and clung to it. Even when she told me there'd be no text updates and no phone calls. She wanted to feel alone with him; separate from everyone and everything else. She needed to know this experience.
Janet said she was worn out and Ray admitted he was dying to get home to fuck her, so when they suggested I leave with them, I agreed.
Tiffany assured me a million times that everything would be fine. I wasn't going to club her in the head and throw her over my shoulder and I wasn't going to ask for a divorce right then and there, so I kissed her and left with them.
As we passed the double doors I looked back over my shoulder and saw Bryce circling her shoulders with a muscular arm as she looked down at his cock. She lifted his massive balls in the palm of her hand and smiled up at him and the dazzling, magical look in her eyes stabbed right through me.
What a night.
Janet and Ray invited me to stay at their place and watch or even join in but I told them all my sexual arousal had fled my body. I was numb. The very idea of sex sounded unpleasant. I wanted nothing to do with it. I thanked them and drove myself home.
At home I showered and threw on a pair of boxers and poured a big glass of whiskey. I retired to the den to watch Sports Center. I pushed the button and the big screen had only started to glow when my penis began to rise and kept rising until it stood straight up and throbbed. I removed my boxers. I looked down at my erection, a little confused. I was deep red and hard as steel. I looked bigger than I could ever remember. My penis strained forward like it tried to separate from my body. I kept getting harder.
It had only been an hour or so but I was certain Bryce fucked my woman at that very moment. I felt it in my heart. I
knew
it. I knew it and I liked it. Goddamn it!
I paced the den. More than her gang-bang, more than her cum-swallowing cock-orgy, the knowledge that Bryce and Tiffany at this moment explored their shared intimacy inflamed and aroused me.
I didn't care what her fucking reasons were, I just loved that she had them. I loved that she wanted him so badly she would send me home alone. This was real! There was no better proof she did all this for herself and not to please me. She risked crushing me and looking like a total asshole in front of Ray and Janet. She did not care. She wanted Bryce and she wanted him in an intimate way and that fucking drove me nuts. My wife watching was clearly connected to my emotions. It was not all about sex.
I went a little crazy. I yelled her name into our empty home and then yelled it again. Echoes bounced around. She's smart and strong but until tonight she's never been so bold.
How many times would he cum in her? That mattered most. Was this humiliation? Was I similar to Ray in this regard? Should I try Ray's cage? I pictured those five men fucking her and filling her and then all those men she sucked, and it was incredibly hot, but nothing compared to the searing white hot blaze of Tiffany wanting to be alone with this one man. We'd gone far down the sexual road but mostly avoided intimacy. My wife craved intimacy. Something about Bryce made her want it with him and that reality lit me on fire.
I yelled her name again.
I grabbed my phone and typed out a quick message;
One quick question and then I'll leave you alone; did he cum inside you yet?
She answered surprisingly fast, given her situation.
Yes, Darling, twice. Now go to bed.
I yelled her name again.
I sat on the carpet and leaned back and grabbed my diamond dick. I tugged on it hard. I imagined her face twisted with ecstasy as his heavy cock fucked her. I imagined her legs wrapped around his waist as her body was filled with longing for him. I imagined her tight pussy clinging to his massive shaft as her heart fluttered beneath him and boom, I came and came hard. My head spun and the room tilted. I sprayed jizz all over myself, some even landing in my open mouth. I did not care. My dick stayed hard as a rock, connected to a deep but unknown emotional need.
That climax was the first of many. I jacked off all night long. Every orgasm was better than the last. I shot less and less until my final climax shot nothing but muscle contractions that left me weak and dizzy. I fell asleep naked on the rug, dick in hand.
I awoke to smooth warm thighs gently hugging my face. As my bleary eyes opened, Tiffany's bald pussy was inches from my mouth. I did not hesitate. My tongue split her labia and sank into her hot, tight, salty folds. Above me she gasped.
Her skin I smelled of fresh soap and perfume and knew she'd bathed before her time with Bryce. Of course she'd want to wash away those other men before offering herself.
I pushed my tongue deeper and found the source of her saltiness as I encountered a puddle of slippery oil which also coated her inner walls. I met Bryce a second time tonight. My wife groaned as I searched and probed everywhere inside her. I loved that he had so recently been here before me. My girl was a naughty little vixen and I was proud to call her mine.
I licked and sucked and nibbled until I had moans pouring from her non-stop. I withdrew my tongue from her pussy and forced it up her ass and a loud gasp escaped her. I teased her there for a while and then sent it back up her pussy, teasing her clit.
She was extremely sensitive, which was not surprising given the night she'd had, but somehow incredibly responsive too, like her body had now been trained to climax. All self-imposed barriers had been shattered. She was a modern Geisha.
I felt her hands hold my head as she fucked herself on my mouth and tongue and then I heard her scream as an earth-shattering orgasm seized her. More of him leaked into my mouth and I had no doubt that only added to her arousal. The new Tiffany was a bad, bad girl.
She fell off me to the carpet and curled into a ball. I spooned up behind her. I hoped I'd get hard but my masturbation spree had been too draining.
We cuddled in silence for long minutes.
“So I guess you don't hate me,” she muttered, her voice sagging with utter exhaustion.
“No, Baby.”
We needed to talk, and I knew we would, but not right now. For now, I helped her up and put us both to bed.
She slept until noon.
I was up a little earlier and made coffee so when she joined me wearing just a T-shirt, a hot cup waited for her. She seemed slightly embarrassed but beyond that showed no shame for last night. She took a sip and then a gulp and tilted her head back.