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By Anonymous Author (c) 1998

If my wife Laura had not made so many careless mistakes, I would not be writing this now. When a man finds a pubic hair on the sheets that does not match the color of his or his wife's hair, it suggests that another person has been in that bed. When he arrives home from work, walks into the bedroom and catches a whiff of musky semen, he becomes even more suspicious. But could his imagination be playing tricks on him?
I learned the truth the day I arrived home from work 3 hours early and found my wife naked on the living room couch watching a soap opera. Her lover must have left only moments before. I suspected my best friend Ray. He had been ogling Laura for as long as I could remember. I didn't have a problem with that. It was when he stopped fawning over her that I became suspicious. I am not a jealous man. As long as they gave me the pleasure of watching them fuck, or if Ray wanted to reciprocate by sharing his wife Ellen, then it was fine with me.
"Well, what have you been up to, dear?" I asked. The little bitch was still panting. She is very quick on her feet and it only took her a second to come up with a plausible excuse. "Oh, hello, darling. Please forgive me. I've been masturbating. I just couldn't help myself. I got so horny." She rubbed her pussy to make the lie even more convincing.
"Did you finish the job? Where is your vibrator?"
"I was using my fingers." Another lie. She always used her vibrator and her fingers in combination. "No, I didn't cum. I decided to hold off and wait for you."
"I'll take a quick shower and then I'll screw your brains out," I said.
I walked into the bedroom to find the bedding mussed. That had never happened before. Laura is a superb housekeeper. The evidence of my wife's infidelity was overwhelming, but I still wasn't certain. I carefully examined the sheets without finding any pubic hairs or semen stains. Then I found the final damning bit of evidence under the bed. I held the condom up and examined the load that it contained. Whoever had fucked her must have enjoyed it very much to pump out so much sap into that rubber.
"Your honor, we find the defendant guilty of being a slut." When I waved the condom in Laura's pretty face, she became as pale as a ghost, fainted and fell back on the couch. I sprinkled ice water in her face to bring her around. "I want to know what the fuck is going on," I demanded. "It isn't what you think, darling. Please let me explain." I wasn't angry, just very excited. "Ray has been porking you, hasn't he?"
"Yes, Ray has had me a few times, but we aren't lovers. It is strictly business. When your business dropped off, things got a little tight around here. I didn't want to worry you, so I didn't tell you about the collection agencies that were trying to collect our debts. I'm afraid that I spent more than I should have. It's entirely my fault. I tried to find a job, but I don't have any skills. Nobody wanted me. It was Ray who came up with the answer. He was my first customer."
"Are you telling me that you're a whore?"
"Yes. I'm sorry. I couldn't see any other way to earn money."
"I want to know everything," I demanded. "Oh, don't worry. I won't divorce you. I'm only angry because I didn't get to watch." As I took a seat next to her, my cock was harder than it had been in months. She explained how Ray had offered her a hundred dollars for an hour of sex. It had been so easy that she wondered why she hadn't thought of it before.
"I go to the Red Rooster lounge around noon when the businessmen are having lunch, pick one of them up and bring him back here. I charge him anywhere between one and two hundred dollars for an hour, depending on how prosperous he looks. I can do two or three guys in an afternoon."
"You should have told me. I'm not angry with you for whoring around. In fact, I don't want you to stop. I want to watch. You know that I've always wanted to watch another man fuck you." Laura went to her knees, pulled my pants down, and wrapped her soft lips around my hard cock. "How many cocks did you suck today, bitch?" I had never called her a bitch before. It felt good.
"I sucked three." My cock throbbed in her mouth.
"Did any of them cum in your mouth?" She held up one finger. I came instantly! I am a carpenter by trade and own my own business, so installing the one-way mirror in the wall between the master bedroom and the spare bedroom was child's play for me, a simple weekend project.
When it was finished, I tested it by fucking Laura in front of it. I had never watched myself fuck before and enjoyed it so much that I tried a dozen different positions. "Your customers are going to love this. They'll never know that I am on the other side enjoying every minute of the show."
I tossed and turned all through the night that Sunday night, unable to think of anything but sex. The beautiful woman lying next to me was a whore who had fucked hundreds of strange men. That somehow made her more desirable to me.
"Imagine a man paying two hundred dollars to do what I can do this very instant for free!"
I couldn't shake those persistent thoughts out of my head. And then there was the money to think about. If she made four or five hundred a day, we could enjoy an affluent life-style. I could even buy that boat I'd been wanting. Now that I knew what she was up to, she could even do a little whoring in the evenings myself if I wanted to!
Morning finally arrived. Groggy from lack of sleep, I called my secretary and asked her to come to my house at noon. I suppose that it was poetic justice that my wife had become a whore. I had been fucking Carol two or three times a week for more than a year, usually in my office at the end of the day.
"What about your wife, Larry? Did you talk her into that threesome you keep talking about?"
"No, nothing like that, baby. I'll explain when you get here."
The morning passed slowly. I fidgeted on the couch in front of the TV, dick in hand, leering at porno tapes on my big screen TV. But I was very careful not to masturbate. I didn't want to accidentally cum and spoil the fun that was ahead.
My little whore finally came down the stairs made up like a movie star. I had never seen her look so dropdead gorgeous! She wasn't dressed like the whores you see on the street. She had more class than that.
Unwilling to risk smearing her perfectly painted lips; she rubbed her cheek against mine. "I would like to see you with someone who is hung like a horse," I said. She flashed a brilliant smile. "I'll do my best."
Carol arrived a few minutes after Laura had left. "Where's your wife?" she asked. "Don't worry about Laura. Everything will become clear in a few minutes."
I led her up to the guest bedroom and stripped her. She didn't see the mirror. I had cleverly concealed it behind draperies. I put her on the bed and planted my mouth on her neatly trimmed cunt. It wasn't long before she was squirming like a worm on a hook.
I heard Laura's car pull into the driveway, then the front door closed and footsteps came down the hallway. "Oh, my God, it's your wife!" I clamped my hand over her mouth. "Don't make a sound! This is going to be very exciting. You'll see, trust me."
I waited a few minutes until I was sure Laura and her "date" had started, then I led Carol to the drapes. I clamped a hand over her mouth to prevent any outburst. When I opened the drapes, I saw for the first time my beautiful wife sucking another man's cock. It was a good thing that I had had the foresight to put my hand over Carol's mouth. It muffled her shriek. When she had calmed down a little, I removed my hand. "Oh, my God, oh, my God. What is going on?" she whispered.
"Don't worry about it, baby. I'll explain everything later. For now, I want you to do to me what she is doing to him." Positioning myself so she could watch the show while she sucked my dick, I guided her pretty blond head down onto my cock. She always gave great head, but it seemed to me that she out-did herself that afternoon. Maybe it was the eye candy in the next room that made it seem better.
Laura had brought home a good-looking guy in his twenties with a horse-cock hanging between his legs. I couldn't have picked a better partner for her myself. She told me later that it wasn't her first time with him so, aware of how nicely hung he was, she picked him up just to please me. It was so thoughtful of her. His cock was so big that she couldn't take more than half of it in her mouth. While she sucked him, he smiled at their images in the mirror. It was as though he were watching Carol blow me.
Laura must have read my mind because, when it was time to fuck, she climbed right up on top of the guy and impaled her juicy little pussy on his huge cock. I almost came, but by pulling my cock from Carol's mouth and squeezing the head with all of my strength, I was able to hold back. "Okay, baby, time to ride the horsy." Carol mounted me and smothered my cock in her warm wet cunt. "Why, you little bitch, you're nice and creamy aren't you?" I whispered.
"Oh, yes, boss, I haven't been this hot in a long time."
The guy in the next room had his big hands all over my wife's cute little ass and was sucking hard on her tits. I could tell by the expression on my little whore's face that she loved every second of it. I filled my hands with Carol's ass and thrust my dick up into her tight pussy.
My wife's customer frantically pushed her off of him. "I PAID TO CUM IN YOUR MOUTH, WHORE!" Up until then, I hadn't been able to make out anything he or my wife said. I didn't have to tell Carol what to do. Even though she was close to orgasm and probably would have preferred to continue fucking me, she immediately took my cock in her mouth.
I watched through the mirror as my wife's lover raised his ass off the bed, clamped her pretty head between both hands, and shot his wad down her throat.
"ARRRGHHH, YOU FUCKING BITCH, YOU'RE SUCKING MY BALLS OUT!" he shouted. Of the thousands of intense orgasms that I have had in my life, the one I had in Carol's mouth ranks in the top ten. It went on and on until I felt totally drained.
When I was finished, I pulled Carol on top of me and kissed her hard on the mouth. The guy in the next room had a limp dick between his legs and a big smile on his face as he put his clothes on. Even limp, his cock was bigger than mine is when it's hard. As soon as he left, there was a soft tap on the door. Laura wasn't surprised when she saw Carol on top of me. "I've known about you two all along," she said with a wry grin. "Should I go get another man, darling?"
"I have a better idea. Why don't both of you girls take the afternoon off and we'll get in bed and have a good time."
The threesome that followed was the best sex I have ever had. I satisfied two fantasies in one afternoon: watching my wife fuck another man, and watching her suck a pussy. It doesn't get any better than that!

Since then I have watched my wife fuck dozens of men. I sit in my recliner and watch through the mirror as she puts on shows for me. Her customers love the mirror, and, just as I did my first time, they watch themselves in a variety of positions. I masturbate non-stop and sometimes time my orgasms to theirs.
I can't afford to always take time off from work to watch other men screw my wife, so when I'm not there, a video camera catches all of the action. Laura always tells me when she has put on an especially good show.