Which One

My wife and I were on vacation in Japan when we’d decided to do something different and go to the local television studio to watch the filming of game shows.  It was fun, and even though we didn’t speak the language we were still able to tell most of what was happening.  The games involved a lot of crazy stunts with guys in their underwear navigating obstacle courses covered in lube, falling down, all to win a small amount of money.

After the filming a producer approached us, and in rough English, asked if we would like to be in a show.  We’d enjoyed ourselves to that point so we eagerly agreed.  He took us backstage and left me in one dressing room while taking my wife to another further down the hall.  A stage hand came in and helped me get dressed up for the show in an entirely different outfit.

I’m sure the guy also tried to explain the show to me, but I didn’t speak the language and only got bits through the broken English.  It seemed to be some kind of mystery, guessing game show.  Soon enough I was lead onto a small set, with a smaller audience, and seated at a desk to one side.  Opposite me was a wall with strangely shaped holes cut into it that were covered by curtains.

A beautiful looking woman came out, introduced herself to me as the hostess, and then moved to center stage.  I looked around but didn’t see my wife anywhere.  Regardless the game started, the lights changed and some music came up.  The hostess started going on in her language, I didn’t know what she was saying, but it seemed she was explaining the game to the cameras and audience.  She finished with a flair and everyone cheered.

There was a small screen in front of me with subtitles, but I could barely it because of the size.  The hostess was asking me if I wanted to play the game first or last.  Not really sure what either option meant I decided to play last, that way I could see how it went first.  Again the audience cheered and applauded.

That was when I got my first surprise.  The woman moved one of the curtains on the wall aside, and through the hole appeared a woman’s legs.  I couldn’t see much through the hole, it was terribly dark on the other side and the curtain still obscured some of the opening, but slowly the woman laid down on her back and slid lower until her hips came through the hole.  She stopped only when her feet came to rest on the floor.  She was wearing leather heels, stockings, a garter, and a lacy pair of revealing panties.

I had to admit it was a hot sight, the bottom half of a woman dressed up in sexy clothing, poking through a hole in a wall.  Somehow the anonymous nature made it more enticing as well.  The studio lights shined brightly on the woman’s legs as the hostess continued talking.

Everyone in the audience was staring at the woman’s pantie covered pussy and beautiful legs.  The hostess moved to the woman’s legs and slowly removed the woman’s panties, leaving a pussy shaved bare for everyone to see.  Then she asked me a question, which the screen translated for me.  She was asking whether I wanted to participate or not.

Now I really wasn’t sure what she meant, but as hot as the woman looked there was no way I was going to get involved and risk angering my wife.  I knew this woman wasn’t my wife, she’d never shaved her pussy and scoffed at the idea, so I decided to play it safe and sit out but enjoy the game show.  Politely I answered no, that I wouldn’t participate.

That was when four naked men came out from backstage.  Each of them were ripped like models and hung like porn stars.  They lined up adjacent to the wall and started stroking their dicks, getting hard in front of everyone.  Laughing the hostess said something to the audience which resulted in them cheering.  Wasn’t exactly the kind of game show I’d been expecting, but it was an exciting idea to be able to watch.

Then I got to watch incredulously as. at the direction of the hostess, the first man stepped up between the woman’s legs and pushed his hard dick into the anonymous pussy.  A clock started running and for a few minutes he pumped in and out, stretching her pussy wide, the fucking was hard and fast.  The woman moaned loudly, slightly muffled by the wall, but it was obvious she was enjoying herself

When the woman behind the wall yelled out, “I’m cumming”, loudly and in English the clock stopped, the man stopped fucking her, and I started to wonder who was behind the wall.  The guy held his dick inside her pussy until her orgasm stopped.  Only once she’d stopped squirming and moaning did he withdraw and step aside.

Next the second guy stepped up to replace the first.  The second guy was black.  His dick was huge but he pumped it into her without regard for going slow.  She grunted in response to his initial thrusts, but quickly started groaning and moaning as he fucked her harder and faster.  He also didn’t stop until she loudly announced she had cum.

It was the third guy where I really suspected what was wrong.  The anonymous woman started cussing as the third man fucked her.  "Fuck me.  Fuck me.“, she chanted in English.  Though I couldn’t be sure, the wall was muffling everything, it did sound like my wife.

Each guy fucked her hard and fast with their huge pricks, timed by the clock, and stopping only once she’d cum.  By the time the last guy was done with her, I was certain it was my wife, it sounded too much like her.  After the last guy finished and stepped aside the hostess asked the woman a question.  I read the translation, "Which one do you think was your husband?”

There was a moment of pause before the anonymous woman on the other side of the wall replied, “Number two”.  I thought to myself that if it was actually my wife behind that wall, there’s no way she’d have confused that guy for me, his dick was twice my size.

The hostess confirmed, “You think number two?”.  After a positive response from my wife, the hostess said a number of things to the audience and the men.  Apparently because the second man was also the one that had made her orgasm the quickest he had won some kind of prize.

All of the other men left the stage, only the black man stayed.  He stepped back up to the wall, between the woman’s legs, and plunged his big, hard, black dick back into my wife’s pussy.  Her lips spread wide around the invading member.

She moaned loudly as he started fucking her.  It was this guy that had made her cum hardest and made her cuss the most.  This time was no different, she cussed constantly between moans and orgasmed quick.  Her comments got more lewd too, “Fuck my pussy!  Shove your cock in me!”, she screamed through the wall.

Unlike before it didn’t end when she had an orgasm though.  Instead the guy kept pounding her, splitting her wide with his huge dick.  There was no way she thought this guy was me or that I would do this on television.  That didn’t seem to matter though, the woman was having the best, loudest fucking of her life.

I couldn’t believe she was doing it on television.  'At least her face is hidden behind the wall’, I thought.  That was when a cameraman moved in for a close up of the action, a clear shot of the huge black dick spreading the pussy lips that were stretched to their limit.  Reflexively I looked down at the screen in front of me.

On it was the close of up of the huge black cock fucking the tight white pussy.  Then it switched and showed the other side of the wall.  It was my wife, laid on her back, eyes closed and mouth open.  Her body was bouncing from the hard fucking she was getting, tits jiggling, and all in clear view of the camera.

That was it for me, I got up to leave the stage.  They let me walk away, but my wife stayed.  I have no idea what the point of the game was, but I went back into my changing room and stayed there for almost another hour until a producer came to get me.  He led me out of the building without explaining anything in English.

A Slut Like Me (Part Two)

The three of us fell asleep in the giant hotel bed soon after, none of us bothered to get dressed.  In the middle of the night I had to use the bathroom, so I got up and slipped from between the two women.  Though I thought I hadn’t woken either of them it turns out the redhead was awake.  When I exited the bathroom she was standing right there, completely nude.

She pushed me back into the bathroom, against the sink, and dropped to her knees sucking my dick into her mouth.  After less than a minute of attention my dick was rock hard again.  The redhead got up and sat on the edge of the sink, spreading her legs to provide full access to her pussy.

I stepped up and pushed forward into her pink lips, gliding deep inside her.  "Oh yeah", she moaned.  "You might be able to keep up with me", she said with a smile.  We fucked in that position, not hard, but slow and passionate.  Not sure why she slowed down, but it took quite a while before she finally had one amazing orgasm.

The redhead climbed down from the sink, without a skip, dropped to her knees and sucked my cock.  She seemed to relish in tasting her pussy juice on my shaft.  It didn’t take much at that point to make me cum and she sucked it all down her throat.  As we returned to bed she whispered, “We should spend the day together.  Go to the beach in the morning.”

When we all woke in the morning I thought my wife might be displeased or that she would have regrets.  It was almost the opposite, she seemed to enjoy that I had finally been pleased.  As we got dressed to go out to breakfast and the beach, my wife was putting on a modest bathing suite and wrap.  "Oh no, that won’t do", the redhead said.

I watched as the redhead took some smaller bikinis out of her bag and dressed my wife up in a thong and matching top that was much smaller than anything my blonde haired wife had ever owned or worn.  Once done, the redhead dressed in a similar, but somehow even smaller, smaller suit.  Only my wife looked uncomfortable.

The three of us went to the hotel restaurant and bar for, what was by that time, lunch.  Both women got a significant number of looks.  My wife seemed embarrassed, but the redhead was enjoying the attention.  After eating we skipped off to the beach, winding our way down the shore from the hotel until the redhead finally indicated we’d arrived.

“This part of the beach is clothing optional”, she said.  I looked around and sure enough there were a couple dozen people sunbathing and most were naked.  My wife looked very reluctant, but the redhead had no problem laying out her beach blanket and then dropping her suit in the sand.

Even though my dick was rock hard at that point, watching both women in their skimpy bikinis and now the naked redhead in arm’s reach, I too removed my shorts and laid down.  My wife chose to keep her bikini on, though she kept fidgeting with it complaining, “This doesn’t really cover as much as it should.”

The redhead helped my wife adjust her suit, touching her body all over, before announcing that we needed to sunscreen ourselves.  While my wife seemed content to take care of herself, the redhead wanted me to rub lotion all over and I was quite happy to.  That very quickly turned into the two of us getting each other off with our hands.

A few people on the beach were watching, mostly watching the redhead as she moaned and wiggled on my exploring hands.  My wife was watching as well, but very embarrassed.  The redhead laid me on my back and sat on my rock hard dick.  Right there on the beach, with a small crowd of people watching, she fucked herself on my cock until we both came.

Content and smiling, the redhead went off to play in the water.  "I don’t know how you can do that", my wife said.

“You know”, I responded looking around, “I bet these guys would like to see you naked as well.”

Again she tugged at her bikini, “This doesn’t really cover much anyway.”  But instead of taking it off, she scowled.

I joined the redhead in the water.  We talked about convincing my wife to get naked on the beach, but the redhead was firm about letting my wife stay within her comfortable limits.  "Besides, by the time we get back to the hotel I’ll be ready for more", she smiled at me.

The rest of our time on the beach was spent talking about more mundane things and we discovered the redhead lived in the same town we did.  Turns out that she was going to be leaving the resort only one day before we were.  We decided to make the most of our time at the resort, but I was definitely hoping to hook up with the redhead back home.

We got back to our room and sure enough the redhead was ready for more sex.  As my wife slipped out of her bikini the redhead groped her from behind, playing with my wife’s tits.  She hadn’t bothered to get dressed from the beach so both women were naked.

Laying down on the bed in front of them, I stroked my big dick while watching them.  The redhead pushed my wife forward.  It was obvious to me that she wanted my wife to suck my dick and she was going to eat my wife’s pussy from behind.  However my wife got a look of hesitation, she’d never liked giving head, and instead of sucking my dick she crawled onto the bed and settled her pussy down onto my shaft.

The redhead crawled up behind her, reached around with her hands to play with my wife’s tits and rub her clit, and then proceeded to whisper naughty things to my wife.  I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but it worked.  My wife quickly had an orgasm.

Looking satisfied, or less anxious, my wife left the bed and went to the shower.  "Well, since you’re still hard", the redhead smiled at my cock before sucking it into her mouth.  Quickly we moved into a sixty-nine position and I happily lapped at her clit while she blew me.

By the time my wife returned the redhead and I were fucking hard and fast.  The redhead was on all fours and I was plowing into her from behind.  My wife sat dutifully in a chair and watched us.  It seemed my wife was finally warmed up, because she played with her pussy while watching me fuck the redhead.

The three of us watching each other, enjoying each others sexual pleasure, made us moan and groan louder.  When I finally emptied my balls into the redhead’s ass, while she had her fourth orgasm, my wife too reached a climax heightened by the scene before her.

Soon the redhead went off to shower.  My wife and I had a brief conversation about our situation.  Ultimately, my wife was happy that I was happy and glad that I was enjoying sex, but she didn’t really feel the need to be involved.  I asked if she’d be okay with things continuing when we got back home.  She said yes, but only with the redhead and not with other women.

When the redhead returned from the shower we made our proposition and she eagerly agreed.  We spent the remainder of our time at the resort together.  The redhead was insatiable.  It didn’t matter where we were, she always wanted to fuck.  By her last day we were having sex on the beach while my wife sat besides us and masturbated, none of caring who watched.

The redhead left one day before us, so my wife and I had a day all to ourselves.  I was horny as hell that last day, but my wife wasn’t really up for having sex.  By the end of the day though she’d gotten in the mood, and we spent that last hour before bed fucking.  She still wasn’t willing to try all the dirty things the redhead and I had done, but I was horny enough that a little foreplay and missionary was enough to make me fill her cunt with my cream.

Early the following morning we flew home.  After a few months the redhead moved in with us, prompted by the discovery that my wife was pregnant.  My wife had said that we’d need some help around the house, but what she really meant was someone to keep me sexually satisfied so she wouldn’t be constantly exhausted.

Even though she was pregnant, my wife continued to watch me with the redhead.  On occasion my wife would masturbate while watching us, but mostly she seemed curious in how I was being satisfied.  Meanwhile the redhead and I fucked in every way imaginable: in the back of our SUV while my wife drove, outside in the yard, in the restrooms at restaurants.  My wife would take the redhead shopping to buy lingerie and toys, our sex life wasn’t boring.

A Slut Like Me (Part One)

I’d always had a high sex drive, started in my early teens and stayed with me through the years.  So one of the things I loved about my wife was her sex drive.  When we were in our early twenties her desire for sex was almost as strong as mine.  Thinking that as women got older their sex drives increased, I hoped we would find a healthy compatibility in our thirties.

That didn’t turn out to be the case.  Sure my wife had a great body, sandy hair, and excellent tits, but after we got married and older her sex drive started to taper off.  I found myself regularly left wanking off when she wasn’t interested.  Multiple times I’d expressed my frustration, and temporarily our sex would get more heater, but it always cooled back off.

I’m tall, with a proportionately lengthy cock for a man of my frame.  My sex drive had led my wife and I to try different positions over the years, but there were some she wouldn’t do anymore.  She complained that doggy style was uncomfortable because of my length, and she was alright on top as long as she was facing toward me.  Anal was completely out of the question, and I guess one thing that always bothered me was she never swallowed after sucking me off.

So in a desperate attempt to kindle a sexual fire between us, perhaps set her biological clock ticking and kick-start her sex drive, I booked a vacation to a tropical island.  When packing for the trip I encouraged her to bring her smallest swimsuits, even bought her a bikini, and any lingerie she was willing to pack.

The resort was everything I could have hoped for.  Rooms were spacious, drinks were included, and the beaches were amazing while only being steps away.  My wife and I had sex that first night, and something unusual happened.  After about fifteen minutes of pounding her in the missionary position my wife orgasmed hard while trying with little success to muffle her moans of pleasure.  Then she insisted that I stop saying, “I can’t handle anymore.  It’s too much.”

My cock was still stiff, jiggling lewdly as she rolled to her side of the bed.  I pointed at my dick and asked, “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“I don’t know”, she responded with what she thought was an answer.  Frustrated I got up, put on a pair of board shorts, and headed for the door.  "Where are you going?“, my wife’s voice floated across the room from her naked body.

"I don’t know”, I retorted.  Once in the hall I knew damned well where I was going, to the bar.  It was, as expected, full of men in swimsuits and women in bikinis.  There were a few couples wearing more, but the warm weather made too much clothing uncomfortable.

Just a sip into my first drink, less than five minutes in the bar, and I noticed her.  At the end of the bar was a redhead, wearing a bikini so small it must be illegal in some countries because it barely covered her areolas and made it clear her snatch was shaved.  Her skin was pale but freckled all over.  Bright eyes shone over a drink held in her ring-less hand.

She was enjoying the warm weather, but whenever the breeze came in off the ocean the nipples on her big tits would get rock hard and press against the bikini fabric.  I watched her, everyone was watching her, but I paid attention for almost an hour.  Man after man approached her, and they were all quickly and effortlessly rejected.  This was the kind of woman that would never need to pay for her own drinks, but she seemed content to spend time by herself.

Finally a tanned looking Spanish woman approached the redhead.  They conversed and enjoyed a drink together.  I noticed the Spanish woman was wearing a wedding ring, and at the end of their conversation she pointed across the room to a man I could easily assume was her husband.  The redhead nodded and the three of them left the bar.

Though I wasn’t finished with my drink I had to see where they went, to confirm my suspicion.  Sure enough they went to the elevators.  To avoid appearing awkward I stood in front of them while waiting for the elevator.  Their conversation was quiet and in Spanish, I couldn’t understand any of it, but it sounded seductive.

We piled into the elevator, they were close to the controls and punched in their floor - one above mine.  The man asked for mine and I replied with a smile, “You got it.  We’re on the same floor.”  When we got to the floor they went left and I decided to go right to play it safe, but I saw the three of them enter one hotel room.

Quickly I got back to my room and jerked off in the shower, cumming hard at the thoughts of what was happening in that room.  In the morning my wife and I had a talk about the night before.  I expressed my frustration over our sexual encounter.  Again she stated that she didn’t know what the answer to the situation was.

So I brought up the redhead I’d seen the night before.  My wife didn’t seem completely put off, but clearly wasn’t into the idea of me being with another woman.  Honestly, I wasn’t sure that I was either, but what else did we have?

Throughout the day the topic came up multiple times.  As luck would have it the redhead passed up on the beach in the afternoon allowing me to point her out to my wife.  By the end of the day, when we’d gotten back to the room, I was so worked up again that I couldn’t wait to strip my wife out of her clothes.

We were both quickly naked and I laid down on the bed pulling her atop me placing her pussy on my face.  She rode my face while toying with my dick, not really committing with her hands and certainly not using her mouth.  My eager attention to her clit caused her to orgasm quickly and I moved to position my dick at the opening of her cunt.

Problem was she’d fallen forward and was on her hands and knees, placing me behind her in a doggy style position.  As I pushed into her she yelped, “Oh.  No.  That’s uncomfortable”, she pulled away from me and rolled over onto her back.

‘Missionary again’, I thought but I was so desperate to get off at that point I quickly spread her legs and mounted her.  For a few minutes I plowed her, driving the length of my dick into her pussy deep and hard, while she hugged me with her legs.  My wife started into an orgasm, which drove me to fuck her harder, needing to cum myself.

“Ow, no, stop”, she winced as her orgasm dissipated.  I stopped moving and looked around confused.  Apparently in the heat of things I’d gotten more upright with my posture, so our bodies were perpendicular to each other, and I’d grabbed her ankles to spread her legs wide.  It was a position we hadn’t tried but one she quickly explained was painful in a few ways.

Still hard and unwilling to jerk off again, I pointed at my cock and asked, “What’s the answer this time?  What about me?”

“Well, maybe…”, my wife’s voice trailed off.  I raised an eyebrow wanting to hear her answer.  "We could see if the redhead is there.“

"Fine”, I was calling her bluff because I was so damned horny and rock hard.  "But we’re going to need to dress nicely if we’re going to get her interest.“  So my wife and I dressed, me in slacks and island shirt while she wore a tight-wrap dress, then we left for the bar.

Sure enough the redhead was there, at the end, wearing the bikini we’d seen earlier.  I snagged a seat and my wife approached the woman.  The two of them talked for nearly fifteen minutes, with occasional glances in my direction.  Eventually they got up and walked over to me.

"Your wife says you’d be interested in some company”, the redhead smiled.  When I nodded she finished, “Why don’t we walk and discuss what that means.”

As the three of us walked to the hotel elevator we discussed mundane things.  The redhead was staying in the same hotel, was a tourist like us, had been here for a week, etc.  It wasn’t until we got into our hotel room that the conversation got sexual.  "So you may have noticed I’m only interested in couples", the redhead said.

“I saw last night”, I confessed.  "Why is that?“

"Partially because I enjoy being with women”, the redhead answered, “But mostly because I find married men are more passionate when they’re with a woman other than their wife.  I’m tough to keep up with.”

My wife spoke up, “Well that’s why you’re here.  I have been having trouble recently keeping up with him.”  Recently was an understatement, it had been years almost.

Nodding the redhead crossed the room and sat my wife down on the bed.  They kissed and gently ran their hands over each others bodies.  Slowly the redhead unwrapped the dress from my wife and began sucking on her tits.  My dick was getting hard, but at the sight of my wife getting her tits licked by another woman, it burst immediately to harder than it had ever been.

The redhead stood and removed the top of her bikini before pushing her tits into my wife’s face.  "Oh, um, I don’t know", my wife said as she backed away from the redhead’s flawless tits.

“Ah, I see”, the redhead nodded like she’d experienced this before.  "Well then, let’s see if you like this.“  She gently pushed my wife back onto the bed, dropped to her knees, and dipped her head forward into my wife’s snatch.

I couldn’t see exactly what was happening, but my wife was moaning and her hips were moving.  As the redhead’s tits hung beneath her I took my dick out and started slowing jerking it, using my pre-cum to lube myself up.  When I couldn’t take it anymore I climbed onto the bed and stuck my dick in my wife’s face.

"Oh, uh”, she seemed unsure what to do but her mouth was open so I slipped my hard dick between her lips.  I watched the redhead eat my wife’s pussy while my wife distractedly sucked my cock.  The redhead had one hand between her own legs while the other was busy with my wife’s cunt.  Meanwhile I used my hands to fondle my wife’s tits.

It proved over stimulating for my wife and she had her third orgasm of the night, shuddering and shaking wildly.  My dick fell from her mouth as her head went back, mouth wide open to allow every moan to escape her at maximum volume.  Unrelenting, the redhead continued her oral assault on my wife’s snatch.

Eventually my wife, panting and breathless, rolled away from us and off the bed collapsing onto the floor.  "No more…“, she breathed, "I can’t… take anymore.”

Reluctantly I looked at the redhead, afraid this would be her cue to leave and I’d be left wanting.  Instead she looked from where my wife lay, to me, to my cock.  Without saying anything she climbed onto the bed with me, threw me down onto my side, and lay beside me.

She gripped my dick with one hand, said, “that’s a good sized cock”, and then stuck it in her mouth and started sucking.  Her other hand dipped between her legs and pulled her bikini bottom aside as she slide her crotch toward my face.  I didn’t need to be told twice, using my hands to cup her pale ass I pulled her to me.

We sixty-nined each other on our sides like that until she had an orgasm.  I could feel her mouth tighten around my cock, she shook slightly, and her moans got loud enough that all other sounds were overcome.  That didn’t stop her though, she seemed intent on sucking my soul out through the head of my dick.

I could feel myself getting close to cumming, but I wasn’t ready for the encounter to be over.  So I pulled my dick out of her mouth and moved onto my knees.  My wife was sitting beside the bed now, her head at the level of the bed giving her a perfect close-up view of the events.  The redhead continued to lay on her side but bent her knees so her pussy was pointed directly at me.

With one hand she spread herself and I pushed forward into her wet cunt.  It was a position my wife and I had never tried, too much like doggy style, but the redhead seemed to only thrill in my cock filling her sideways.  The position also gave me perfect leverage to fuck into this fresh slit hard and fast.

As my hips bucked forward and backward the redhead grabbed one tit while rubbing her clit.  I had one hand on her perfect ass and moved the other to her free breast.  Following her lead I pinched her nipple between my fingers.  Our fucking was so forceful the bed was shaking beneath the weight of our bodies swaying.

At one point the headboard actually hit the wall.  If the neighbors didn’t know what we were up to before, they did now, though honestly the redhead was cussing like a whore and moaning loud enough the entire floor probably knew what was happening.  The headboard bump was my wife’s cue to move across the room to a chair where she sat naked watching us.

With the decision that I was going to get everything out of this one encounter that I wanted, I withdrew my cock from the redhead’s pink cunt and rolled her onto her knees.  As I pushed into her from behind, we both looked at my wife to ensure that she was still paying attention to us.  Not wasting time I grabbed the redhead’s hips and fucked her from behind deep, but slow.

That didn’t seem to please the redhead, she turned toward me and said, “Don’t slow down.  Fuck me hard.  Fuck me fast.  Give me that big cock.  Fuck me like a whore you paid for.”

Who was I to disagree with her.  I picked up my pace as I said, “Fuck you like a cheap whore.  You fuck me like my wife doesn’t.”

I moved a hand to her head and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back.  "Yes", she moaned.  "Fuck me!“  As she broke into an orgasm I could only imagine my wife’s view, this redhead impaled on my cock, while her tits bounced back and forth, head back and moaning loud enough to wake the hotel.

Out of curiosity I toyed with her ass, rubbing a thumb against her asshole.  When she didn’t resist I pushed it inside, holding it there while I continued to pound her pussy.  It seemed to only make her more lustful as she started slamming her hips back into me.  The one orgasm led directly into another and she pushed back against me hard, holding my cock so deep inside her that I could feel her cervix rub against my head.

When she’d regained her senses the redhead moved, pushing me onto my back and climbing atop me reversed, so we were both facing my wife.  To my surprise she didn’t lower her cunt onto my cock, but instead wrapped her tight ass around my shaft.  She guided my hands to her hips for support and then spread her legs wide to give my wife a clear view.

As she bounced on my cock one hand rubbed her clit and she pinched her nipples with the other.  Looking at my wife the redhead moaned, "Come join us.  I could use a good pussy licking.”  My wife seemed more than reluctant, like she might get hurt if she climbed onto the bed.  "Come eat my pussy while your husband plows my ass.“

The dirty talk was driving me on, but it was only making my wife more reluctant, and I’m pretty sure the redhead was enjoying that.  All of it just turned me on more, doing what I’d never done with my wife while getting the fucking of my life.  It was too much.  "I’m going to cum!”, I shouted.

“Do it”, the redhead encouraged, “Cum deep in my ass.”  I did.  My balls contracted and I pumped sperm again and again into her tight ass.  The whole time she kept riding my dick, rubbing her clit, and having one final orgasm to accompany mine.

Scuba Honeymoon

My wife and I went on honeymoon to a nice island in the Caribbean.  I had just turned 20 and Debby was still 19.  She was absolutely beautiful, with long red hair, large D cup breasts, and a tight ass.  Our flight down was delayed, so we didn’t get into the hotel room until nearly 3 am, and that was after our 9 am marriage ceremony.  We were both so tired that we just fell into bed and went right to sleep.

The following morning we got up and headed down to the beach.  I didn’t think anything strange about our lack of sexual contact, we had two weeks of honeymoon and we were both still quite tired.  We staked out a nice spot on the beach, with a great view of the bay, and relaxed in the sun.

Apparently the little strip of beach we were on was owned by the hotel, which catered to European guests, and as such nude sunbathing was allowed.  There were only a few people on the beach naked or topless, but my wife decided to join them by removing her top.  My dick got hard in my trunks as I enjoyed the view and I noticed other men on the beach glancing my wife’s way.

At the end of our first hour on the beach we were approached by a black man who was obviously local.  He was completely naked and well built, his skin was darkened evenly all over implying he wandered around naked a lot, and he carried himself with a confidence at odds with being exposed to strangers.  Stopping right in front of us he asked, “Would you like to go scuba diving?”

It seemed like an interesting proposition, but not with a strange, naked man, so I answered, “No thanks.”

Debby shot back, “Oh come on, that sounds like fun.”

I was so tired I was having trouble staying awake on the beach, so I couldn’t imagine putting in the effort to scuba dive.  "My boat is right there", the man said pointing to a boat anchored about forty meters from the shore.  "We can go there, and I can show you how to scuba.“

Unable to help myself, I noticed that this dick waggled back and forth as he moved and pointed.  It was long and thick, and mesmerizing as it swayed.  My wife was watching it also.  "I don’t think so”, I answered again, “I’d like to just relax.”

“Well I want to go”, Debby said standing up.

“Ah, yes”, the strange man replied in his odd accent, “This is good, come I will show you.”

My wife turned and looked at me, “Are you sure you’re not coming?”

Though I didn’t want to go, I disliked the idea of leaving my wife with some stranger.  So I gave an excuse to buy me some time and her some safety, “I’ll take our stuff back to the room and then come meet you on the boat.”

“Ah, yes.  This is okay”, the man said smiling.

So as I got up and started gathering our things to return to the hotel room, my wife walked down to the water’s edge with this strange, black man.  I had my hands full of stuff as I watched them slip into the water.  It was obvious they were joking and laughing, and then something unexpected happened.

This strange man picked my wife up off her feet, holding her sideways in his arms, with almost no effort.  Debby threw her arms around his neck for support, and smiled looking back at me.  That was when I realized she wasn’t wearing a top, just her bikini bottom.  Her bare tits were firmly pressed against his dark chest.

He carried her out into the water until they had to swim to his boat before reaching the diving deck.  Knowing where my wife was I felt safe to return to the hotel room with our belongings.  When I dropped all the stuff off in the hotel room I felt overwhelmed with fatigue.  More than anything I wanted to lay down and take a nap, but I feared for my wife’s safety.  Reluctantly I decided to head back out to the beach and make sure she was alright.

It took me almost half an hour to walk to the hotel from the beach and back.  Once back on the beach I spotted his boat, in the same location, and started the slow trek through the water to it.  As I pulled myself up from the water and onto his diving deck I started to wonder whether they were already diving.

Sure enough a quick look around confirmed that the boat was empty, a couple of scuba tanks were obviously missing, so I figured they would be beneath the water.  Problem was, I had no idea how to scuba dive myself, so I couldn’t go down there to confirm.  I leaned over the side of the boat and looked down into the water, but didn’t see anyone there.

Then I thought to look off the front of the boat, and though it was difficult to be sure I thought I saw a couple of shapes under the water, a short distance off the front of the boat.  One of the shapes was rather dark and the other was rather pale.  'That has to be them’, I thought.

Content that it was my wife and the strange man diving I sat down on the boat to wait for them.  A half hour went by and they didn’t come up, in fact it didn’t look like they’d moved when I glanced back over the front again.  Every few minutes I’d checked, but they were always right there next to each other.

I gave up again and went back to the beach.  Sitting in the shade of a hotel umbrella was quite relaxing, I almost fell asleep, but I was able to see when my wife and the strange man climbed out of the water back onto the boat.  Neither had put on any more clothes.

‘Finally’, I thought as I got up from the chair and started the journey back to the boat.  It took me quite a while to swim back through the water to the boat.  I got a hold on the diving deck, and pulled myself aboard.  The boat wasn’t moving very fast, but it was moving out of the bay and toward the ocean.

'Lucky I got here before it got too far out’, I thought.  Heading toward the front of the boat, I wanted to talk to the man and see where he was taking the boat, and my wife, without me.  There at the helm was the black man, Debby was on her knees sucking his cock.  One of her hands was working his shaft in time with her mouth, the other hand had pushed her bikini bottom aside and was rubbing her clit.

“What the fuck?”, I froze in place at the sight.

My wife jumped up in shock.  "Oh god", she exclaimed as she ran past me into the cabin.

The black stranger turned, his dick still half hard, “You must understand.  We were under water, one thing lead to another, and it just continued from there”, he explained.

“What the fuck?”, anger seethed from me.

“Here”, his accent again, “I show you.”  He turned a small television on, it showed an underwater view beneath the boat.  Then he pushed a couple more buttons and it started playing a tape, obviously from earlier because the sea floor wasn’t rolling by.  A moment later my wife and the man swam into view, dressed the same, wearing the scuba gear.  He fast forwarded through the minutes of them looking about, and I noticed their bodies rubbing against each other.

Then he slowed it down to normal speed and I watched incredulously as he put his hands around my wife’s waist and pulled her to him.  Now with their bodies folded into each other he grabbed two handfuls of her tits and started kneading them.  Instead of pushing him away or fleeing my wife instead pushed back against him, grabbed his dick with one hand, and started jerking him off.

They fondled each other for a bit before one of his hands slipped down inside her bikini bottoms, which Debby didn’t resist at all.  After another minute it was obvious his dick was fully hard and he pushed my wife forward a bit, bending her at the waist.  Debby reached back and pulled her bikini bottoms aside as he guided his long, dark dick into her.  Incredulously I watched as they started fucking, right there under water, beneath the boat.

It was a perfect view from the underwater camera from the boat, he must have planned it and positioned things purposefully.  I recognized the position from my earlier visit, when I’d seen their shapes near each other through the water.  What I had mistaken for playful inspection of the ocean floor was actually raunchy adultery!  Just married, and this stranger had fucked my wife before I had.

“So you see”, the stranger said.

“Fuck no!”, I yelled still angry.  "Turn this boat around, I’m going back to the hotel.“

"I cannot”, he replied.  Turning on him I was going to give him an earful, but he explained, “We are too far out now”, he pointed toward the now distant bay as the boat kept slipping farther away from shore.  "The water will be too shallow this time of day to get back into the bay.“

"Take me back to shore!”, I screamed.

“I cannot”, he shrugged completely calm with his stupid accent, “There is no where to drop you off that we have gas to go.  We must wait for the tide.  Just a few hours”.  He turned away from the controls as if that were the last of the conversation.  Taking the key with him he disappeared into the cabin and said, “Sit and look at the ocean, relax.”

The boat wasn’t very big and I could hear them talking through the cabin door, though it was too muffled for me to make out the words.  After a minute the talking stopped and everything got quite except for the sounds of the water against the boat.  Minutes later and I could hear commotion coming from the cabin.  Then I heard banging noises and moaning.

Fearing what was happening I walked over and opened the door to the cabin.  Sure enough, my wife was on her back with the black stranger atop her, his large black dick stretching out her pussy as he pounded her.  Their fucking was so vigorous they were flailing back and forth on the bed, my wife’s legs swaying in the air above his back knocking into things.  They were both moaning loudly.

“What the fuck?!”, I yelled.

Slowing without stopping my wife looked at me around the stranger’s body and she said, “We’re going to be out here for a few hours and I’m not done getting fucked.  I mean look at this size of his dick”, a moan interrupted her, “If you’re going to watch, be quiet.  If not, go away.”  With that she hooked her ankles over his shoulders and resumed fucking him at full speed.

For a minute all I could do was watch in mesmerized horror.  Her bikini bottoms were hanging from one ankle, swaying back and forth every time his massive cock penetrated her.  When she had an orgasm she cussed like I’d never heard, “Oh yes.  Fuck my pussy!  Fill up my cunt!  Give me that dark dick!”, before losing herself in screams of pleasure.

I closed the door and went to the far end of the boat in a vain attempt to escape the noise.  It didn’t matter where on the boat I went, I could hear my wife’s constant moans of pleasure, the screams and cussing that accompanied her orgasms.  For what seemed like forever the only reprieve I received from the noises were when they changed positions.

After hours the cabin door opened and the black stranger went to the helm, checked some things, drank a bottle of water, smiled at me, then went back into the cabin.  As he entered I heard my wife say, “No, leave the door open.”

“The breeze?”, the stranger asked.

“Yes”, Debby replied.

“We can just out here”, he smiled.  My wife emerged from the cabin, still naked, dripping with sweat.  The air made her nipples hard and her skin shimmer.  He sat in the captain’s chair and started steering us back toward the shore.  Debby got on her knees in front of him and sucked his cock.  When he was hard again she sat on his lap, fucking herself on his huge dick while rubbing her tits in her face.

As we got closer to shore I was more certain that the noises she was making were reaching the shore and people would know what was happening.  Finally he brought the boat to a stop in the bay and my wife yelled out one final orgasm, “Yes!  Give me more of your black seed!”  Sure enough he emptied himself inside her, I could see his dick throb as his hips shot up so he was deep inside my wife.

I got off the boat into the water and headed for shore.  My wife followed behind me, but not before the strange, black man said, “You come scuba tomorrow, we do it again.”  When we reached the shore my wife was still naked.  Many people on the beach were looking at us and some of them were smiling and laughing knowingly.  The rest of the honeymoon I spent angry and my wife spent sunbathing nude, scuba diving, and taking boat tours with local guides.

Our Vacation

    My wife Sheryl and I went on vacation to Finland for our ten year anniversary.  Sheryl was a beautiful redhead, pale white skin, freckles all over, bright blue eyes, a nice ass, and firm C cup breasts.  Though she and I were always very much in love, there were times when Sheryl would let her redhead temper get the better of her and she could stay mad at me for days.

    We had planned two whole weeks to travel Finland and see the sights.  It was near the end of the second week and we were in the capital spending our last few days before our plane trip home when it happened.  We were walking around downtown when a man with a clipboard approached us.  After a semi-complicated conversation in his broken English we realized that he was asking us to be on a television show, some kind of game show.  My wife seemed excited by the prospect of being on tv and I didn’t really want to see the museum that she had scheduled for that afternoon so we agreed.

    The man led us into the office building that we were in front of and into a studio on the third floor.  The set looked elaborate with tables and chairs and lights, but we didn’t get to look at it for very long before we followed the man into the backstage area.  There he introduced us to the producer and one of the stage hands, a very pretty, young blond woman named Heather.  They took us to a dressing room and explained the show to us, or tried, their broken English and thick accents made it hard to understand exactly what they were saying.  It sounded like some kind of newlywed game, but we weren’t positive.

    My wife and I eventually got the premise though when Heather did a pantomime of removing her clothes.  Apparently the show was a kind of strip poker, where the winners ended up with expensive prizes and the losers ended up naked on television.

    I looked at my wife reluctantly, this was crazy, we’d never done anything experimental like this, being naked in public, much less on television.  Sheryl was looking as hesitant as I was, but the sweet talking producer kept showing us the prizes we could win, Heather kept smiling at me flirtatiously, and they both kept telling my wife how beautiful she looked and to not be embarrassed.  It wasn’t until they offered to pay us for our appearance that my wife and decided that we had to talk it over.  The producer and Heather left us so we could talk about it.

    “Do you want to do this?”, Sheryl asked.

    “It seems kind of out there”, I replied, “but it is a lot of money they’re offering us”.

    “Plus look at the prizes they have.  Some of these are worth more than our whole trip”, my wife said.  “What’s a little nudity to win these”.

    “Nudity on public television though.  Tons of people will see us”, I argued.

    “Oh there’s no guarantee that we’ll end up naked and besides it’s television in Finland, nobody we know could possibly be watching”.

    We spent a few more minutes talking it over, but we decided to give the show a chance.  My wife seemed excited about the prospect, but I was kind of anxious about the show.  The producer was happy that we decided to go on the show, and left us with Heather to get ready for the show.  The first order of business was for us to sign a bunch of forms.  We must have done that for a good half hour and by the end we had no idea what we were signing anymore.

    Then Heather explained that it was time for us to get to wardrobe and makeup for the show.  “What do we need that for?”, my wife asked.  Heather explained that makeup had to be applied for the cameras to make sure we appeared correctly, and wardrobe had to ensure that we were wearing clothing appropriate to the game.  My wife talked to Heather as we were lead to another room, this one looked like a dressing room, inside was a woman with all manner of makeup and brushes.

    Heather introduced us to the makeup woman and left us however my wife and I found that the woman didn’t speak any English and couldn’t speak to her, so we had to get Heather back to translate for us.  I poked around the wardrobe while my wife spoke with Heather and the makeup woman.

    “Apparently they have to make sure that we have the correct amount of clothing on, that way each contestant has the same number”, Sheryl explained to me.  “They’d also like to spruce up our wardrobe a bit… something better for television”, my wife finished.  I raised an eyebrow, but Heather answered me by holding up some lingerie.  “They want us to look sexy for the cameras”.

    I shrugged, we’d already come this far.  Heather and the makeup woman stayed in the room as my wife started to get undressed.  I followed my wife’s lead and started getting undressed, we both hesitated when I got down to my briefs and my wife was wearing only her bra and panties.  The makeup woman said something, Heather shook her head and explained that our under garments were “horrible”.

    A pair of silk boxers was thrown at me and the girls began helping my wife strip off her bra and panties.  Once my wife was naked they sat her down in a chair and started applying make up to her.  Heather instructed me to keep on the boxers, my pants, and my shirt, just three articles of clothing for the show.  I didn’t get much attention after that.  Heather and the makeup girl spent a lot of time fawning over my wife, telling her how beautiful she was, even as they applied makeup to her breasts and thighs.

    They then dressed my wife in stockings, sheer black panties, a lacy black bra, and a short pink dress.  After that they left us in the room, Heather said they’d come get us when the show was ready.  My wife and I sat and talked, had some water, we were both anxious about the show.  Our nervousness was obvious, but I had to admit that all dressed up as she was, with the makeup, my wife looked really hot; I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.  Soon enough Heather came into the room and waved us out, it was time for the show.

    The game had already been explained, we both knew how to play, so Heather took us right out to the side of the stage.  From where we were we could see the stage, the host, the audience, and two other couples already out there.  The host introduced us, waved his arm, and we were pushed out on stage.  My wife and I fumbled our way to our seats, and once seated the game began.

    “Today the men will be stripping first and the women will be answering”, the host said.  Everything was being translated for us on a small monitor in front of our seats.  The game progressed, as described, and my wife was actually doing well.  I was down to the boxers, one of the other men was naked and his wife was down to bra and panties, and the last couple was in the same state as my wife and I.

    More questions went by and the mostly naked couple was to lose their last article of clothing.  “Would you like to double down?”, the host asked them.  My wife and I exchanged a look, neither of us knew what that meant.  The couple hesitated, but finally decided against it.  The woman stood and removed her panties, wearing only her heels and stockings, her pussy clearly visible for all to see.  Cheers and hoots came from the audience, they were cheering the woman on and she seemed to be enjoying the attention.  For a minute she paraded around the stage, at the direction of the host, teasing the audience; even my wife and I were smiling and getting into it.

    After a few minutes the woman and her husband left the stage, both of them still naked.  The game continued with some of the lights dimming and portions of the stage rearranging, I think they even took a commercial break.  The other remaining couple lost the next question and the man had to remove his boxers, but something was different.  Reading the screen we learned the host was offering them a chance to double down, much as he had the last couple.  The couple decided to go for it, but they got the question wrong.

    I expected that the woman would have to remove her dress now too, but instead something unexpected happened.  Two women came onto the stage from the side, both were wearing high heels, fishnet stockings, and dressed in tight, black, vinyl dresses.  They were both gorgeous, stunning blondes with perfect bodies.  The dresses were very low cut, tons of cleavage spilling out their tops, while the bottoms of the dresses were just as high as the tops were low.  As they walked across the stage I could see their ass cheeks sticking out the bottom of the dresses, wiggling with each step.  My wife and I watched as they both descended on the man, grabbed him by his wrists and moved him to the back of the set where they handcuffed him to the wall, arms over his head.  One of them cut his boxers off of him after which the other stuffed the silk remnants in his mouth.  He looked completely embarrassed standing there naked, his cock hanging clearly in view of the whole audience, handcuffed and gagged.

    Both of the assistants stood right beside him, and as the game continued they would constantly tease him, moving to give him views of their asses or down their cleavage, occasionally they would run their hands over his body making his cock twitch.  My cock was starting to get hard watching this, but the women would tease him just enough to keep his cock flush with blood and hanging low but not enough to make him completely hard.  My wife was giving me dirty looks as I watched, she knew that I was getting aroused by it and I could tell she was getting upset with me.

    Another round went by and the other couple lost, causing the woman to have to remove her dress.  One of the two assistants in the vinyl dresses came over to help her get the dress up over her head.  When her dress was removed the assistant bent the woman over the console she’d been sitting at, and gave her one hard spank on her ass, which the audience went nuts over.  My cock jumped watching it, which my wife saw, and she glared at me again.

    The other couple lost the next round and the woman had to remove her bra.  Again one of the assistants came over to help, unclasping the bra from the back and then putting her hands on the woman’s tits to hold the bra in place.  The woman seemed surprised, she actually blushed a bit, and just as she looked back at the assistant the hands dropped and the bra was whisked away.  Her tits were beautiful, perky and pink, and the assistant behind her reached her hands back up and bounced the woman’s breasts at the audience.  The audience was totally enjoying the show, hoots and whistles coming loudly.  I was enjoying the show too, my cock almost completely hard and obvious against the silk boxers I was wearing.  My wife glared at me again, shooting me a dirty look for staring at the other woman’s exposed tits.

    There was a bit of a hustle from the far side of the stage, the woman’s husband was completely hard, his cock sticking out in front of him.  The assistant by him was making a show of it, holding his cock up for the audience which was hooting, but when she spanked it (making it bounce) the audience laughed.  I noticed that even my wife laughed.

    Then the next round came and we lost.  The host asked the predictable question, “Would we like to double down?"  My wife shot me a look with a smile on her face and then nodded her head yes.  The question was asked, and my wife got it wrong.  I wasn’t sure if she did that on purpose or not, but she had a wicked smile on her face as she watched what happened next.

    From our side of the stage two more assistants came out, dressed in vinyl dresses like the others.  Both of them were as beautiful, blonde, and voluptuous as the first two.  Sure enough they led me to the back of the set and locked my wrists in handcuffs that were hanging from the wall.  One of them then pulled out some scissors and proceeded to cut the boxers off of me.  I was too surprised to be embarrassed really, but when one of them stuffed the remnants of the boxers in my mouth I started to turn red.

    Embarrassment overtook me though when they noticed that my cock was completely hard.  One of them spanked it, which hurt slightly, and my cock bounced.  The audience was laughing, my wife was laughing, and I’m sure I was red all over.

    The game continued and my wife lost her dress, getting help removing it and a spanking from one of the women in the vinyl dresses.  My wife was enjoying putting on the show, though I could tell she was slightly embarrassed.  The bra and panties she’d been given to wear were partly see through, especially under the bright lights and slightly soaked with sweat as they were.

    The vinyl clad assistants would occasionally tease me, shoving their cleavage in my face, rubbing up against me, putting their hands on my body, or just wiggling in front of me.  Both my cock and the cock of the other guy were hard, and the assistants were making sure we stayed that way.

    The next round we won, and I thought that would be the end of the game.  After all, the other woman only had her panties left to remove, but then lights started flashing and a siren sounded.  The woman had stood up, but she was looking around confused with the lights flashing and noise going.  Meanwhile the assistants were clapping and the audience was cheering.  The host explained that she’d won a chance to stay in the game, but there was another challenge and this one had a penalty (though no one explained what).  She could either accept the loss and remove her panties, or take a chance on the challenge.

    She decided to go for it and take the chance, and she got excited when she got the question correct.  A tall, muscled, blonde man came out from back stage.  He was wearing tight, black, vinyl pants (similar to the dresses) and nothing else.  His tanned, hairless chest had been oiled to accent his sculpted muscles.  He was carrying a pair of panties, and he moved across the stage to the woman.

    One of the female assistants held up a large piece of cloth blocking the view of the cameras and audience while the man helped the woman behind it.  From where I was I could see what was happening though, so could my wife, and so could the woman’s husband.  We both watched wide eyed as the man knelt down in front of the woman, removed her panties, slowly sliding them and his hands down her legs.  His face was inches from her bare pussy as he helped her step out of them and then helped her step into the new pair.  As he did so we could all see that the new pair of panties had a small piece of plastic sticking up toward the inside.

    When he reached the top of her legs with the panties he reached up with one hand and parted her pussy lips, guiding the small piece of plastic inside her as he finished putting the panties on her.  The host was explaining that she was being fitted with vibrating panties and she would have to play the rest of the game with them on.  As soon as the panties were on, the assistant dropped the cloth revealing the woman to the audience to much applause.  The woman jumped and gasped, her body twitching slightly, accompanied by a small vibrating noise.

    Huge cheers came from the audience and the oiled man held up a remote for everyone to see.  The female assistant went back to the woman’s husband while the oiled man in vinyl pants positioned himself right by the woman, waving his crotch in her direction occasionally, hands on his hips.  She was obviously distracted, and he kept showing her the remote, adjusting some kind of dial, making her twitch every time he did.

    I was shocked, this was well beyond what my wife and I had signed up for and I wanted the show to be over so we could leave.  My wife on the other hand was fascinated, her attention completely on the other woman and the oiled man standing next to her.  The audience was enjoying the show, noise coming frequently.  The woman’s husband was apparently enjoying the show, watching his wife struggling against the feelings in her pussy, because his cock was rock hard.

    The next round of the game came and my wife lost, it was time for her to remove her bra, but the host offered her a choice.  She could take a challenge, if she won she got to keep her article of clothing, but if she lost the assistants would remove it for her instead.  My wife accepted the challenge, she’d been doing well so far, and we had both seen the female assistant remove the other woman’s bra anyway.  To my wife’s dismay though she got the challenge wrong and the prospect of exposing her tits on television hit her.

    To my dismay neither of the female assistants left my side to take off my wife’s bra though.  Instead another male appeared from back stage.  This guy was tall and handsome like the first one, but his hair was dark.  He was dressed the same, oiled chest, and smiling like the first guy.  Upon reaching my wife I could see her get more nervous, a stranger was going to remove her bra and expose her pale, freckled tits for the whole audience and cameras to see.

    He helped my wife stand up, reaching down with his large strong hands to guide her to her feet.  My wife had turned to face him as she stood up, so he reached around her to the clasp of the bra.  Doing so had caused him to be right up against her, his chest pressing into hers, and I could see her catch her breath.  His hands skillfully undid the clasp of the bra and the audience cheered.  He put her hands on her bra, then his hands on her hips, and spun her around to face the audience.  My wife had relaxed a bit looking into this stranger’s eyes, pressed against him, but coming face to face with the audience had brought her back to the reality of the situation.

    Her body tensed and the guy put his hands over hers, and then in one smooth motion lowered them taking the bra with it.  There was a huge cheer from the audience, guys were hooting like crazy, everyone fixated on my wife’s tits.  I could see my wife start to blush as she turned her head to the side, but since she was facing away from me and the guy was standing behind her I couldn’t see much of anything else.  Her arms were at her side, her hands nervously on her hips, but the guy’s arms were still at my wife’s chest.  Though I couldn’t see it, I knew he was massaging my wife’s tits for the audience to see like had happened to the other woman.

    My erection was going away though the other husband’s was raging hard, his eyes fixed to my wife’s exposed breasts.  The oiled man moved to let my wife sit back down, and as she did she had to turn toward me.  My wife avoided making eye contact with me completely, her eyes on the floor.  I could see her breasts glistening with oil from where they’d been rubbed, and I could see a wet spot on the front of her panties.

    The host brought attention back to me though, and the two female assistants beside me were more than willing to help him.  I didn’t understand what was being said, and my wife had sat back down to block the monitor so I couldn’t read the translation anymore.  One of the women beside me grabbed my cock which was almost completely limp and wiggled it at the audience.  The audience responded by booing loudly.  The host said asked something of my wife and she nodded at him, to which the audience cheered.

    One of the female assistants produced what looked like a pink, plastic ring of some kind.  She held it up for the audience to see and then held it near my cock, she held it back up to the audience and with her other hand held up her finger and thumb about three inches apart.  The audience laughed as she moved her fingers closer together until they were only an inch apart.  That was when the two women reached down, grabbed my cock, and pushed the pink ring down around it.  Once they got it to the base of my cock the audience cheered, and then it began to vibrate.

    The sensation was unexpected, but it was also making my cock hard again.  My wife was looking back at me, a smile on her face, her own nudity temporarily forgotten.  The other husband was looking at me, relief on his face, while his wife was still distracted in her own ecstasy rising from the vibrating in her panties.

    That’s when the game continued, but the host was announcing some kind of sudden death since both teams were down to their last article of clothing.  The round finished and the other couple lost, mostly because the other wife was horribly distracted.  I’d been watching her and was pretty sure that she’d cum at least once.  At this point I figured the woman had to remove her vibrating panties, they would get their consolation prize, and that would be that.  Instead the host offered them some kind of gamble, a chance to win a better prize or go home with nothing.

    Since the wife was so distracted by the vibrating in her pussy the host asked the husband whether he wanted to take the challenge or not.  One of the female assistants next to him pulled the shredded boxers out of his mouth and he answered yes.  The lights in the studio flashed and the sirens started again.  The movement of the two women next to me pulled my attention away from the lights, they were removing their dresses.  One of them unzipped the dress of the other, and then helped her peel it down her body and step out of it before the favor was returned.  They were making quite a show of it, making it completely sexy as their D cup breasts sprang free for everyone to see.  Wearing nothing but their heels, fishnets, and small black thongs they proceeded to pose and strut for the audience.  As they did they would bend over and I got great views of their asses and barely covered pussies.

    I looked around and the female assistants by the other husband were doing the same thing, peeling the vinyl dresses off each other; the husband was paying complete attention to them.  To my surprise the male assistants were also stripping, taking their vinyl pants down and throwing them into the audience.  Underneath the men were wearing small bikini briefs which barely served to conceal their cocks, and from what I could see both men were extremely well hung.

    My wife’s attention was on the guy next to her, his cock barely concealed by the small bit of cloth and less than a foot away from her.  The other wife meanwhile was staring at the guy next to her.  Both men were putting on shows, wiggling their hips and gyrating their cocks for the wives seated next to them.

    My cock was now completely at attention, the vibrating and the lewd show in front of me almost too much for me to take.  The host had been explaining what the final challenge would be, but I didn’t understand any of it.  A large, digital clock came down from the ceiling of the studio, it was showing three minutes.  The audience chanted a count down and then the clock started ticking backward.

    One of the female assistants by the other husband started kissing him and rubbing her body against his, pressing her tits into his chest.  Meanwhile the other one had gotten on her knees in front of him and was furiously stroking his cock, her hand moving up and down the length of it.  She had positioned herself to the side of him so that the whole audience could see what was happening.  From her knees she was looking up at the guy and saying something to him.  The audience had gone quiet, all attention focused on the scene at the back of the stage.

    The woman on her knees in front of the guy moved a hand to his balls and started massaging them while her other hand pumped up and down his cock so fast it was a blur.  Though I couldn’t tell what she was saying I could tell she was begging him for something.  I looked over to see what his wife was doing, but her eyes were closed and she was elsewhere.  The male by her had moved behind her, standing over her slightly, and he was massaging her tits in clear view of the whole audience.  She was obviously on edge, audibly moaning, rocking her hips back and forth in her seat against the vibrating panties.  The man leaned down and kissed her on the neck and she came, the moans of her ecstasy carrying clearly through the studio.

    That was all it took for her husband, the sound of his wife cumming pushed him over the edge and he started cumming.  The woman kneeling in front of him skillfully guided his cock so that all of his cum shot all over her bare tits.  His breathing was labored, he had obviously cum hard judging from the amount of cum he’d spewed, but the woman kept stroking his dick, milking every last drop of cum out of it and onto her tits.  Meanwhile his wife was finishing her orgasm, pushing back hard against the man behind her, one of her hands at her crotch holding the vibrating panties tight against her clit while her other hand was over her shoulder groping the guy’s cock through his briefs.

    As she finished cumming the audience gave sad applause.  The host said something in a down voice indicating they had lost the challenge, the clock showing 54 seconds left.  Lights changed again, the stage started moving as it had before, and the other couple was being moved off to the backstage area.  I could see the husband being unhand-cuffed as their portion of the stage moved back and away, the female and male assistants were waving goodbye to the audience, cum still dripping from the one’s tits.

    That left me, my wife, the two female assistants, the one male assistant, and the host in front of the audience.  I figured this would be the end, we’d won the game after all.  The host began speaking as soon as the stage stopped moving, he was offering a chance for my wife to win better prizes, sort of a final challenge.  My wife was barely able to pay attention, her exposed tits, the audience, the cameras, and me all forgotten.  She was obviously distracted from what she’d just witnessed as well as the nearly nude man standing a foot away from her.

    It was presented that she could take the mediocre prize that we’d already won, or she could press her luck and play for bigger prizes.  My wife was obviously having fun, had been doing well, and was more relaxed now, so she decided to keep playing.  I wanted things to end before anything else happened, but my mouth was still stuffed with the boxers I’d been wearing before so I couldn’t say anything.

    With my wife’s announcement lights flashed again and the stage started to shift.  The male assistant next to her helped her stand up as the console she’d been sitting at got whisked away.  I could clearly see a large wet spot on the front of her panties, and I’m sure the whole audience could see it too.  A table rose up out of the middle of the stage and the male assistant led my wife to it, sitting her down at it so that she was facing the audience, and then he moved to stand behind her.  A screen by the cameras sprang to life, translating what was being said, but it was too far away for me to read clearly.

    I could see my wife’s back, but I could only see her front on the studio monitors, showing what the camera was seeing.  The picture was clearly showing my wife’s still exposed breasts, hanging before her, pale and freckled, still glistening with the oil from where the man had rubbed them.

    The screen translated, they were offering my wife three choices.  The first choice was a slightly better prize, but if she got it wrong then she would have to remove her panties and we would get a consolation prize instead of the prize we had.  The second choice was a much better prize, worth thousands of dollars, but if she lost we would lose all our prizes and an assistant would remove her panties.  The last choice was to play for the grand prize, worth tens of thousands of dollars and included all the other prizes, but if she lost we would lose all our prizes and there was some kind of penalty but I couldn’t see what.  My wife gasped when she read the third choice and actually asked the host, "Is that for real?"  The host replied positively and the audience cheered.

    My wife mulled over the choices, the audience shouted suggestions, and the host kept the tension up asking her if she had made a decision.  I hoped that she would just end it, take our prize and quit, the aching of my cock was too much and the constant vibrating of the ring around it was making it worse every second.  Then my wife announced her choice, she was going to take the first option and play for the slightly better prize.  The host asked if she was sure, and she was about to confirm her choice when she turned to look at me to see what I thought.

    She saw me handcuffed to the wall, standing between the two almost completely nude female assistants, the pink ring around my raging hard on, and she glared at me again.  I could tell she was upset, but I couldn’t explain to her that I didn’t want to be in the state that I was in.  The two female assistants turned toward me as the cameras focused on me.  The women started rubbing their tits against me and grinding their pussies against my legs.  Through the thin fabric of their small thongs I could feel the intense heat coming off their cunts.  One of them ran her hands up my chest and started playing with my neck and shoulders.  The other one ran her hands down my body toward my throbbing cock, all while being cheered on by the audience.

    My wife never took her eyes off of me, but I couldn’t help but look at the two assistants and watch helplessly as they molested me.  Their gyrating was causing their thongs to move aside and I could feel their pussy lips rubbing against my bare legs, their juices leaking onto me.  The one woman’s hands finally reached my cock and gripped it right above the pink ring, she shook it toward the audience and whispered in my ear, "Cum for me.  Please cum for me”.  She jerked my cock once and that was it, I blew my load right there.  I had rarely cum so hard in my life, I almost blacked out from the pleasure, and in that moment I forgot everything.

    After it passed though my mind clawed its way back to reality.  Shame came over me as I realized that I’d just spewed cum on the stage, for the cameras, and to the cheers from the audience all while naked and handcuffed to a wall with shredded silk boxers hanging out of my mouth.  I was trying to catch my breath when I realized that the women next to me were removing the ring from my cock as it was going limp.  The emotions were washing away from me, all the excitement and build up was gone, and I was spent.  Then I remembered my wife and looked at her.

    I’d been married to Sheryl long enough to know that she was mad, though she was hiding it well.  I shot her a sorry look, trying to express the frustration that I had been feeling, but all I could manage was a weak resignation.  Then my wife’s expression changed from anger to determination, she’d made her mind up about something, and she turned back toward the audience with a smile on her face.

    The audience was still clapping and cheering from my orgasm, but they quieted down when my wife spoke.  She was changing her mind, she wanted to play for the grand prize.  I didn’t know what to think, why did my wife want to play for the grand prize now?  The host asked if she was sure, reminding her that if she lost we would lose all our prizes and she would suffer the penalty.  My wife agreed, and the challenge proceeded.  The host explained that the final challenge was actually a series of questions, each one worth one of the prizes and each one risking a penalty, but if she got any question wrong she would lose all the prizes won up to that point.  The lights flashed around as the host finished, and finally spots of light settled on my wife and me, the rest of the studio had gone dark.

    The first question came and my wife hesitated on the answer.  She already knew what the prize would be, but she didn’t know what the penalty was.  The host asked for her answer, and biting her bottom lip she answered, and got it wrong.  Instead of sounds of disappointment from the audience, a cheer went up accompanied by applause.  Even the two female assistants by me were clapping, their attention fixed on my wife at the front of the stage.  I could see on the monitors my wife looking around confused, but smiling.

    Behind my wife the tall, muscular, oiled man moved, putting his hands on my wife’s hips he helped her stand up.  The host was explaining that it was time for my wife to get completely naked, and the guy was going to do it.  I didn’t know what to think, I just stayed handcuffed there helpless… watching.  The man bent my wife over the table, her bare tits pressing into the table, her face toward the audience.  Then he knelt down behind her, his hands still on her hips, and hooked his fingers inside the elastic band of her panties and started sliding them down slowly.  The audience watched silently as the fabric of her panties slid easily off my wife’s ass, and once her ass was bare the man planted a kiss on it causing small laughs from the audience.

    The smile never left my wife’s face, if anything it was getting bigger as the man lowered her panties farther and farther.  His hands never lost contact with my wife, even as he slid the panties down over her stocking covered legs to her ankles, letting them settle on the floor, and then guiding my wife as she stepped out of them.  Sheryl was still bent over the table and from that position the only people that could see her bare pussy were me, the two women by me, and the man behind her, but even from where I was I could see how wet and aroused my wife was.  Her pussy lips were swollen, pink, and glistening with her dripping cunt juice.

    The man kneeling behind my wife slowly stood up, running his hands back up her stocking covered legs as he did so.  As his hands closed in on my wife’s pussy and ass the man shifted slightly, blocking my view, now all I could do was watch the monitors to see what was happening.  The cameras showed the man standing behind my bent over wife, his hands on her hips, and it looked like she was pressing back against him, a sensuous smile on her face.  It wasn’t done though, the audience and the cameras had to see her with her panties off, so the man behind my wife moved his hands to her shoulders and helped her stand up straight.

    Even standing up though, the table was just slightly high enough to block the view of the cameras, though a small hint of Sheryl’s red bush could be seen.  So the man with my wife led her around to the front of the table and had her spin around slowly.  As my wife turned she looked at me and shot me a look that let me know she was still angry at me, and that this (in some way) was her revenge, but a smile returned to her face as she turned back toward the cameras and audience.

    Facing the audience my wife’s naked form was completely visible to the cameras.  The crowd started chanting something, I didn’t understand what and neither did my wife, but the chanting was getting louder and faster; even the two women by me were joining in the chant.  Sheryl leaned over to the man and whispered to him, he whispered a reply, and when my wife nodded the audience erupted in applause and cheers.

    My wife sat down on the table, her knees together, her pale form the focus of the cameras.  The man stood next to her, looking directly at the audience, and put his hands on my wife’s knees.  Sheryl kept her hands on the table behind her, her eyes on the man touching her, all while not resisting what happened next at all.  Slowly the man spread my wife’s legs to the increasing amusement of the audience.  Soon Sheryl’s legs were completely spread, her pussy now completely visible for all the cameras and the audience to see.  I could see on the monitors that she was dripping wet, her pussy lips still pink and puffy, but my cock remained flaccid and soft.  What was obviously so much of a turn-on for my wife was leaving me feeling empty and defeated.

    The man then started running his hands up my wife’s thighs, slowly getting closer to her pussy.  The audience kept cheering him on, the women by me clapping in time, and eventually his hand reached the top of my wife’s thighs, any higher and he would be touching her pussy.  Then, he moved one hand and touched my wife’s clit, she let out a moan and the audience let out a cheer.  He rubbed it just once, clearly visible on the monitors, and then lowered his hand slightly and slipped one finger into my wife’s cunt.

    Sheryl’s eyes opened, a surprised look on her face as she looked down at the strange hand on her pussy, it was obvious she wasn’t expecting that.  The man just smiled at my wife and she smiled back at him.  He withdrew his hand and held it up to the cheering audience, then he and my wife moved back around the table to her seat.  Sheryl didn’t even look at me as she came around the table.

    The game continued, the next question was asked, and my wife answered without hesitation.  Unfortunately, she got the it wrong, which meant another prize missed and the host told her what the penalty was.  Cheers started coming from the audience.  The clock came down from the ceiling again, with a five minute timer on it.  The man led my wife to the side of the table, and then he sat down on the edge of it facing my wife.  I had no idea what was happening.

    My wife knelt down in front of the man and ran her hands up his legs to his waist.  She gripped the strings that were the sides of his briefs, and yanked down.  In one quick moment the clock started counting down, his mostly limp cock sprang free, bouncing slightly.  Even though he wasn’t hard yet, his cock was still large, twice the length of mine easily, and thick too.  My wife got a surprised look on her face, the audience was cheering, and the man was smiling down at Sheryl.

    There was a moment of hesitation, my heart held in my throat, and then my wife put her hands on the man’s cock.  It was large enough that she could get both of her hands on it, wrapping her hands around his limp shaft.  Slowly my wife started moving her hands up and down, stroking the man’s cock, and it grew in her hands.  The audience and the two women by me started to clap in time with my wife’s strokes.  My wife’s rhythm increased as the clapping increased, her hands stroking up and down the man’s cock faster and faster.  His cock was getting harder and harder as my wife used her hands to bring his dick to life.

    He was almost completely hard, his cock sticking up from his lap, it was amazingly long and thick.  There was a look of lustful concentration on my wife’s face, her hands moving as fast as she could, jerking up and down the length of the man’s cock, gripping it tightly.  She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock as it bounced in her hands, he couldn’t take his eyes off my wife kneeling in front of him, and the cameras were catching it all.

    The clapping was reaching a fever pitch, the clock neared zero, and then time ran out and a buzzer sounded.  My wife got a disappointed, a pouting look on her face.  The man helped my wife to her feet, his hard cock sticking out in front of him directly toward Sheryl, and the audience gave a round of consolatory applause as my wife retook her seat.

    It was time for the final round, the host was summarizing everything to that point.  My wife was certainly more relaxed now, during the recap she was talking to the man standing behind her, uncaring that she was completely naked in front of all these people and the cameras.  Occasionally she would look at me, each time I would do my best to express my suffering, to apologize visually, trying to get her to end this, but she always shot me back that same look of hate and anger.  I wasn’t sure, but I thought she even sneered at my dangling, limp cock.

    My wife and the man exchanged a small laugh, then Sheryl reached out one hand and squeezed his still hard cock.  Playfully she wiggled it in front of her face, pantomiming sucking it, which made them both smile and laugh quietly.  The host finished his recap, the lights in the studio did their flashing again, and then it was time to finish the game.

    Once reminded of what was at stake, the grand prize shown again, and the reminder of the penalty, my wife was given a choice by the host.  Since she had lost all of her prizes up to this point the host was going to let her play a ‘double or nothing’ in which she could win back all of the previous prizes and the grand prize, but the penalty for failure would be doubled.  My wife’s eyes lit up, she got a big smile on her face, and she confirmed that she wanted to play the double or nothing.

    The audience went nuts, cheers and whistles and hoots started coming loudly.  Lights flashed again, spotlights swirled, and from backstage the other male assistant from before came onto the stage.  He was still oiled, his blonde hair contrasting against his tanned skin, and he was still wearing only the small string briefs.  Quickly he crossed the stage to join the other man standing by my wife.  Music played as the two men pranced about, putting on a show for the audience.  The blond man removed his briefs, freeing his cock for all to see, waving it at the audience, before turning toward my wife.  I could see that his cock was just as large as the other man’s.

    The two of them spent a minute putting on a show for the camera, dancing at the edge of the stage, before they moved back to the table.  My wife was still seated at the back side of the table, and the two men (instead of standing behind her) moved to the sides of the table.  The positioning gave my wife perfect views of their muscled bodies, their huge cocks hanging out over the table.

    Lighting returned to normal, indicating it was time for the question.  This time my wife only had thirty seconds to answer the question, and to create a distraction, both of the male assistants started stroking their cocks as the host asked the question.  Sheryl was so distracted that I don’t think she even heard the question, she was busy trying to watch both men jerk off.  Each man was holding the base of his shaft with one hand while stroking up and down the length of his cock with the other hand.

    My wife was obviously struggling with the question, she seemed overwhelmed, maybe even embarrassed.  Watching on the monitors I could see her skin flushing red across her face, neck, and chest.  Sheryl was getting flustered, and I was doubting whether she’d be able to answer at all much less get the correct answer.  The audience started counting down, the two woman by me clapping in time, while the two men by the table beat their hardening cocks in time with the countdown.  At the last second my wife blurt out an answer.

    The host held the tension for a few seconds before announcing that Sheryl’s answer was incorrect.  My wife got a surprised look on her face, twinged with embarrassment, she actually put her hands over her mouth as she started to turn red.  The stage started to move again, and it took me a second to realize what was happening, but my portion of the stage was being moved backstage while the table my wife was at stayed where it was.

    The wall I was handcuffed to turned away from the audience, the two women by me waving goodbye with pouts on their faces as the audience disappeared from view.  As soon as we were out of view the woman moved away from me, put on robes, and disappeared into the commotion backstage.  Heather reappeared, smiling, and as I was un-cuffed she gave me a robe to cover up with.

    I was led back to the dressing room by Heather, all the time I tried asking her where my wife was, but Heather either didn’t understand or wasn’t answering me.  She showed me into the dressing room, where my clothes were, gave me some water, and then left closing the door behind her.  I wanted answers though, so I tried to follow her, but I found the door was locked.  Banging on the door didn’t get me any answers, so I looked around the room for something, anything… and found the television in the corner.  It looked just like the monitors that were in front of the stage, and I turned it on curious if it would show me anything.

    Sure enough, it came to life and displayed a feed of the show.  It must have been delayed because currently it was showing my wife covering her mouth in embarrassment just as when I left the stage.  The view changed and I was on screen, handcuffed to the wall, naked, my dick hanging limp for everyone to see, the two beautiful woman were standing next to me waving goodbye.  As the wall spun the women and I disappeared from view and then the shot cut back to my wife.

    The shot showed my wife sitting at the table, her bare tits hanging there, clearly visible, as she lowered her hands.  The host was talking, explaining something, the lights in the studio dimmed while the spotlights on the table stayed bright.  Quickly the rest of the stage was dark, only the table was illuminated, and it was bright as day.  The view zoomed out slightly as the two men came around the table to either side of my wife.

    Both of their cocks were sticking out in front of them, bouncing as they walked.  On screen, next to my petite wife, their cocks looked huge, much bigger than I’d thought on stage.  Sheryl looked up at the dark haired man, her face was a mixture of uncertainty and lust.  The two men stood my wife up, her red bush just peeking into view over the table, and she turned to face the dark haired man.

    They lifted my wife up and set her down on the table, the camera shifted to stay on my wife’s face.  Uncertainty was rushing through me.  The dark haired man stepped up to the table between my wife’s legs, his cock bouncing inches from her pussy, and then he leaned down and kissed my wife, pushing his tongue into her mouth.  I rushed back to the door, banging on it, trying to get out of the room, shouting to get noticed, but all to no avail.  My wife was kissing this stranger on television, naked in front of an audience.  I had no idea what this last penalty was, but I was getting worried.

    Sheryl reached down absent-minded and grabbed hold of the dark haired man’s cock, stroking it slowly, running her hands gently up and down it’s incredible length.  The blond man standing next to her reached out and took one of my wife’s hands and put it on his cock.  My wife broke the kiss and smiled at the blond man as she started stroking his shaft too.  The dark haired guy lowered his head and started kissing my wife’s tits, using his hands to cup them and push them together, his tongue darting out playfully across her pale breasts.  Sheryl’s big tits were always sensitive, she loved having attention paid to them.

    My wife started kissing the blond man, as the other guy’s mouth reached one of her nipples.  The camera stayed focused on my wife, one guy sucking at her tit, the other guy’s tongue exploring my wife’s mouth, her head thrown back in ecstasy.  I could hear my wife moaning.  The dark haired guy continued moving downward, dropping to his knees in front of my wife, still between her legs.

    The camera wasn’t showing exactly what was happening, but my wife’s expression changed and I knew.  I hurled myself at the door again, uselessly.  My wife was looking down at the guy between her legs, he was kissing and licking his way over her thighs, her face showed nothing but lust and anticipation.  For a moment the camera showed his tongue sticking out of his mouth, hovering inches away from my wife’s pussy, he looked up at Sheryl, and then my wife put her hands on either side of the guy’s head and pulled his face right onto her cunt.  His head was moving rapidly, lapping at my wife’s pussy juices, splitting her lips with his probing tongue.

    The blonde guy moved his head and hands to my wife’s tits and started kissing them, sucking her nipples into his mouth, running his tongue around them.  He was using his hands to cup and kneed her tits, really lavishing them with attention.  My wife was rocking her hips back and forth on the table, she had one hand on the back of each guy’s head, eyes closed, mouth open, and she was moaning louder and louder.

    Then she came, there was no doubt.  Her moans turned to shouts, “Yes!  Yes!  YES!”, she shouted as her body twitched and her head went back.  My wife followed through with the motion and laid back on the table, her hips right up on the edge, legs hanging off the side with her knees on the shoulders of the dark hair man that was eating her pussy.  The blond guy pulled back from my wife’s tits as she laid down, her breasts maintaining their perfect shape as she laid flat on the table; which now looked to me more like a big bed.

    The cameras showed the dark haired guy, a much better angle this time, his mouth working furiously over my wife’s wet pussy.  Sheryl had crossed her arms under her tits, pushing them together, she was looking at the blond guy, “You’re not done with these are you?”, she asked him pouting while jiggling her tits.  “Oh God!”, my wife exclaimed.  She rose up off the table a few inches and her attention was immediately drawn to the guy eating her pussy.  The camera switched, the dark haired guy was sucking on Sheryl’s clit, really working it between his lip and tongue, and he had two fingers deep inside her.

    My wife came again, harder this time, her back arching up off the table while her arms and hands splayed out to the sides.  “Fuck Yes!  Oh Fuck!  Fuck!”, my wife was shouting as she got off on this stranger eating her pussy.  Her whole body twitched, causing her tits to bounce back and forth, her head pressed back into the table.  The blonde guy had gotten up on the table and was kneeling next to my wife, he reached down both hands and started playing with her tits again.  This extended her orgasm, causing her to cum for at least a minute.

    When she came down she opened her eyes and saw the blonde guy’s cock inches from her face.  “No, no, no”, I chanted, but it was inevitable at this point and I was powerless to do anything about it.  Sheryl leaned over slightly and took the head of the guy’s cock into her mouth, extending her tongue as she did.  She looked completely comfortable, lost in lust, with one guy eating and fingering her pussy while she sucked another guy’s huge cock.

    Sheryl wasn’t able to get all of the guy’s cock in her mouth, but she sure tried.  She kept slowly working her way down the length of his huge shaft, trying to get as much into her mouth as she could.  His moans joined the moans of my wife, it was all that could be heard, and it was coming loudly through the television.  When Sheryl reached bottom, as much of the guy’s huge cock in her mouth as she could get, she pulled her head back off of it… and then immediately sucked it right back into her mouth with a slurping sound.  My wife started bobbing her head back and forth on this guy’s cock, sucking it with a hunger that was foreign to me, the half that she couldn’t get into her mouth she had her hands wrapped around and was stroking furiously.

    This only lasted for another minute before my wife started cumming again.  She was greedily stroking and sucking the cock in her mouth, her moans coming muffled around it, as the guy eating her pussy sucked on her clit and pumped his fingers in and out of her.  When my wife came down off the orgasm she pulled the cock out of her mouth and looked down at the dark haired guy lapping at her cunt.  She put both of her hands on his head and pulled him up as she said, “Oh god… that’s too much… oh my god”.  Sheryl paused to catch her breath, the two guys running their hands over her breasts and thighs.

    The dark haired guy let his hand drift back to my wife’s pussy and he started rubbing her clit.  One of my wife’s hands shot down quickly, grabbing his arm, it looked like she was trying to pry it away from her pussy but it also looked like she was grinding her clit against his hand.  Either way she was obviously very sensitive because she started cumming again, moans escaping between her breaths, her body twitching as the orgasm raced through her.  “Oh no… too much… too much…”, my wife moaned, “oh god… please stop… oh fuck”.

    Her body twitched again, violently, and she let out a loud, long moan.  Both her hands were holding onto his forearm, his hand still tight against her pussy.  Finally my wife pushed herself back from the edge of the table, freeing her pussy from his probing hand.  She was breathing heavy, her chest heaving, her tits swaying, sweat was visibly forming on her face and chest.

    “No more of that”, my wife said, and for a minute I thought it was over.  My relief was short-lived though as my wife continued, “I need a cock now.  Fuck me.  Put your cock in my pussy”.  Everything she was saying was clearly audible, both men smiled at my wife, and I ran to the door of the dressing room screaming at the top of my lungs.  I had to get out there, out of this room, I had to stop my wife before it was too late, but then I remembered that what I was seeing on the television was delayed.

    I didn’t know how far behind the television was, but I knew that it was already too late.  Turning back to the tv I saw my wife laying back down on the table, scooting her hips back to the edge.  The dark haired man was standing between her legs, his arms under her knees, his cock pointing directly at my wife’s waiting pussy.  Once my wife was situated, the blonde guy moved his glistening cock back to my wife’s waiting mouth and she immediately started sucking it again.  A second later the dark haired guy put the tip of his cock against my wife’s pussy, pushing gently forward to part her lips, her juices making her so wet there was no resistance.

    He moved his hands to my wife’s ankles and lifted her legs up until her feet were on either side of his head, as he did so he pushed forward a bit more and the first length of his cock disappeared into my wife’s pussy.  Sheryl let out a yelp, quickly replaced by moaning, as more and more of his cock pushed inside her.  My wife lay there, sucking one cock, while the other kept penetrating her pussy deeper and deeper.  It seemed impossible that my wife would be able to handle suck a huge cock pushing into her, stretching her pussy, but she was obviously enjoying the sensation.  My wife wiggled her hips against the cock pushing into her, helping him get deeper.

    Once the guy was almost all the way inside he pushed forward suddenly, shoving the last of his cock into my wife’s cunt.  Sheryl let out a yell of surprise, the cock falling out of her mouth as she did, her face betraying her surprise.  It all quickly faded into lust though as the dark haired guy started pumping his cock in and out of my wife.  My wife returned her attention to the blond guy’s cock, jerking it with one hand while sucking on his balls, running her tongue around and between them, she was playing with him and enjoying it.

    The three of them stayed like this for a while, the camera shots shifting and changing to capture everything, there was even a view from directly overhead showing my wife on her back, her tits bouncing with the thrusts of the cock pumping in and out of her pussy while she firmly held the other cock in her mouth.  There was a sheen of sweat covering my wife’s body now, causing her red hair to cling to her in places.  Moaning was coming from all three of them, that and the sound of their bodies smacking together were the only things that could be heard.  I could do nothing but watch as my wife came two more times from the fucking she was receiving.

    Next they switched positions, the two men literally muscling my wife into position.  They picked her up, turned her over onto her hands and knees, and turned her so that she was facing the dark haired man.  My wife looked back over her shoulder as the blond guy lined up behind her, positioning his cock at the opening of her pussy.  He pushed into her, burying his cock all the way in one move.  As soon as he was inside her, my wife started moaning again and turned her attention back to the dark haired guy in front of her.  I watched as Sheryl grabbed his cock, leaned down a bit, and starting blowing him.

    There they spent the next few minutes, the blond plowing his cock into my wife from behind, her ass slapping against him each time he thrust forward, all while she greedily sucked and licked the cock in front of her.  Her large breasts swayed beneath her, bouncing back and forth as she pushed back against the blond, only to be pushed forward as he slammed his cock into her, the motion causing the cock of the dark haired guy to push deeper into her mouth.  The pale flesh of my wife was contrasted by the tanned bodies of the two men that were filling her with their cocks.

    The guy that my wife was giving the blow-job too reached forward and grabbed her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples.  At the same time the blond guy fucking her from behind reached one hand around my wife’s waist, and going right to her clit.  As soon as his fingers came into contact with Sheryl’s clit she exploded in orgasm again, the cock falling out of her mouth as she screamed, “Oh Fuck!  Oh Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck! Fuck!”.  Her humping turned into spasms, and her body started twitching.  The two men fucking her tightened their grips trying to hold her writhing body as still as possible.  It was no use though, the men were oiled and my wife was dripping with sweat, so instead of holding her still it just caused their bodies to writhe and slip against each other.

    My wife came down off her orgasm, I could tell that she was running out of energy, she looked spent.  The blond guy pulled his cock out of my wife and the two men, who looked like they had plenty of energy left, proceeded to lift my wife up and re-position her.  Even if she’d wanted to resist, she didn’t have the energy to.  They turned her over and laid her on her back in the middle of the table.  Next they both climbed up on the table, kneeling down on either side of her, their hard cocks sticking out over her naked tits.

    Each guy took one of my wife’s hands and placed it on his balls, after which they started jerking off.  Sheryl massaged their balls while the guys stroked their shafts up and down quickly.  My wife was enjoying the sight of the two men jerking off for her, and it wasn’t long before they started cumming.  Each guy shot cum all over my wife’s tits, their loads were huge, practically drenching my wife’s chest.

    The studio lights came back up, the audience applauded and cheered, and I could see my wife snap back to the reality of the situation, she actually looked embarrassed .  The host started speaking again, music played, and then the broadcast ended with the image of my naked wife, well fucked, covered in cum, laying naked on the table in the center of the stage.