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(I really do love to eat pussy and suck out cunts full of fresh cunt juice but I draw the line at eating cunts full of some other man's cum, or even my own cum for that matter. That really turns me off. Christy has known this about me for our entire married life. She knows that if she wants me to eat her pussy, she has to orchestrate things so that I can do it before fucking her and filling up her cunt with cum.

She, on the other hand, has no compunction about eating her own cunt juice and loves to suck my cock right after I've fucked her and my cock is still slick with her cunt juices. While I didn't know it for sure, I suspected that at some time in her life before we met and married that she probably had some hot lesbian experiences involving eating other women's pussies.)

Christy said, "That's cool darling. After I've eaten your delicious load, I'll go into the bathroom and freshen up a bit while you regenerate some more cum and a good hard-on and then we'll really get it on and I'm going to fuck your brains out. How's that for a plan?"

I said, "That sounds like a perfect plan babe." And Christy continued sucking on my cock until I finally came after a few minutes shooting five big loads of hot cum into her mouth and down her throat. She continued sucking and swallowing my cum until there wasn't a drop left in my cock when she finally came up for air and exclaimed, "Wow!! That was quite a load and very tasty too. I just love the taste and texture of your velvety smooth cock sauce. Now you just relax while I go brush my teeth and freshen up a bit and I'll be right back. And when I return this time, I expect to see a hard cock standing at attention."

I said, "OK, honey. Don't forget to put some of that 'smell good-taste good' on your pussy for me. Some of the strawberry flavored stuff would be perfect." She chuckled and said, "Oh boy, I like the sound of that! I already put some on last night when I thought I was going to get to fuck you. I was hoping you would want to eat my cunt first, but I'll freshen it up now with some more," as she started to get out of bed to head for the bathroom.

I was admiring her slender hour-glass figure sitting on long, trim legs topped by a slightly protruding pussy mound framed by two luscious outer pussy lips and topped out by well formed 38C tits as she stood up and stretched, when she said,

"Oh, by the way. In case you hear any noise coming from the other end of the hall, Stan Bartlett stayed the night in the guest room. When I went down last night to shoo the stragglers home, it was obvious that he was in no shape to drive. He was so drunk he could hardly stand without falling down, so I suggested he just sleep it off in our guest room. He probably won't be up and about for hours yet." Then she turned and went into the bathroom.

So now I knew what her story was going to be. I laid there in the bed while she was in the bathroom trying to sort out all the conflicting thoughts and emotions in my head. Part of me wanted to punish her severely in some way for cheating on me behind my back with such indifferent, brazen, and arrogant contempt for me in my own home and belittling me with another man by telling him that my cock was not enough to satisfy her and how much of a better lover he was compared to me. But part of me was also inflamed with an overwhelming erotic desire for her to fuck and suck another man and eat his hot cum while I watched her perform like a slutty whore.

I was toying with the idea of suggesting to her when she came out of the bathroom to fuck me, that maybe it would be more exciting for her to go down the hall and wake up Stan with a blow job and then fuck his brains out while I watched and jacked off. But I was afraid that she would be so revolted at a husband who wanted to beat his meat while he watched his wife fuck and suck off other men, that I would end up losing her.

For sure I didn't want that to happen in spite of my anger and hurt, because no matter who else she fucked and sucked, as Stan had said earlier, she was still the best cock-sucking, cum eating, piece of ass that I had ever had as well. I could certainly agree with Stan Bartlett on that score for sure, and I knew that whatever else happened, I didn't want to lose her.

So there I was lying in the bed trying to decide what to do when after about 10 minutes she came through the bathroom door and slowly ambled over to the bed while she massaged her pussy lips with one hand and tweaked her nipples with the other. Her pussy and cunt were already glistening with fresh pussy juice which she was licking off her fingers. She was whispering in a low husky voice, "I'm ready for you baby. That was the best tasting load of cock sauce you ever shot into my mouth and I can feel it still coating my insides all over. It's got me hot, hot, hot for your cock."

I had to hand it to her. She really knew how to turn a man on when she wanted to. Ordinarily I would have had my face buried in her pussy by now sucking out her cunt and licking up her pussy juices. But this time it wasn't working. As she started to pull the sheet down off my body to expose my still limp cock and balls, I don't know what came over me, it was like I was on automatic pilot and I couldn't stop myself as I looked at her straight in the eyes and heard my self blurting out,

"Really baby? Do you really like my cum all that much? I thought I heard you earlier last night telling Stan how much better tasting his thick cum was than my cum and how much bigger his cock was than mine while you were riding up and down on that stiff cock with it stuffed deep into your cunt begging him to shoot his cum in to your cunt? So why don't you tell me again how much you love the taste of my cum. Or better yet, put those whore's skills of yours to really good use and suck me off again . You have always been a much better cock-sucker than a slutty fuck."

Christy froze like a deer in the headlights with a look of confusion and fear in her eyes as she stammered, "Wh-what are you t-talking about honey? You must have been having a d-delusional dream sparked by all that Scotch you drank last night." I knew I had completely blind-sided her because she was stuttering just like she always did when she got confronted with something she thought was a secret.

"Give it up Christy," I said. "I watched you, you whoring bitch! I stood there in that doorway behind the partially open door and saw you in the reflection of the dresser mirror on the bed straddling Stan's body with his cock shoved deep into your cunt and watched and listened to you fuck him while he sucked on your tits.

"You were riding up and down on his cock and begging him to fill your cunt with his delicious hot cock sauce and telling him how much you loved his monster cock filling up your cunt better than my small tool had ever done. And then after he had dumped his load of cum in your cunt you shoved that cock into your mouth to suck out and eat all the residual cum still in his piss hole telling him how much you loved the taste and texture of his sweet cock sauce.

"None of that was a drunken delusional dream you whoring slut! So don't even think about trying to sell that fairy tale. I heard you tell him how much you wanted to fuck and suck him often again and again and gave him your cell phone number. You told him that I was passed out drunk and what I didn't know wouldn't hurt me.

"Well, you miscalculated you slut bitch. You didn't count on me waking up needing to take a piss. Afterwards I was thirsty and started down the stairs to the kitchen to get some ice cold water when I heard your moans of ecstasy coming from the guest room and went to investigate. That's when I saw you fucking the bastard with all the energy and expertise of a professional whore.

"It hurt me a lot Christy to see you performing on another man like an accomplished whore, but what really hurt me the most was how you made fun of my cock and told him how inadequate I was in bed and couldn't satisfy you like he did. I now know what you really think of me you whore. I thought you really loved me, but now I know you just told me what you knew I wanted to hear just like a good whore does when she wants her johns to keep coming back for her services.

"I bet you really were a whore at some time before I met you. You were a whore, weren't you Christy? I hope you were paid well, because I admit that you really do know how to fuck and suck a hard cock. Prior experience as a whore would explain how you acquired that kind of talent.

"How many other men have you fucked and sucked since we've been married? And how many of them have been good friends of ours that are now laughing at me behind my back? You're performance with Stan last night was just too good to have been just a first time isolated event."

All through my diatribe, Christy was sitting on the bed next to me quietly sobbing with tears rolling down her face. When I paused she spoke softly and said, "Oh God darling, I'm so sorry, so sorry. I do love you baby and I never meant to hurt you.

It was the booze and the excitement of winning the Club tournament, and it just happened. I didn't plan it and there has never ever been anyone else since we married until this stupid mistake last night. I have never been a whore baby, but I wasn't a virgin either when we marriedand you know that.

I was as high and horny as I have ever been last night when I helped you to bed. And when I went down to get rid of the rest of the drunks and told them they had to leave, they began joking and laughing and wanted to know why I was trying to get rid of them so fast, and so I joked back and said it was because I was horny as hell and couldn't wait to get back upstairs to jump your bones before you fell asleep. They all got a big laugh out of that and said that was a very good reason and wished me luck as they quickly filed out to leave. All except Stan who was acting falling down drunk.

When the door closed I thought to myself that he can't drive like that so I told him he could sleep it off in the guest room. He was staggering so bad that I put his arm around my shoulder to help him up the stairs and as we started for the staircase he began fondling my tits with his free hand and asking me to let him satisfy my need for a hot cock. Well I was drunk too and I just wanted to quickly get him upstairs and into bed so I could have you fuck my brains out, and so I let him have his fun thinking that he was just a drunk copping a harmless feel.

But on the way up the stairs he moved his hand down to my pussy and began massaging it, and God help me, in my horny, drunken state, it felt really good and I let him continue as we moved on to the guest room. When I finally got him to the bed he reached out for my hand and put it on his crotch where I felt the biggest hardest cock that I have ever feltand you knew I wasn't a virgin when we married.

Anyway, I told him thanks for the offer but that I had something waiting for me that was better than anything he could ever hope to offer me and told him to sleep it off and left for our bedroom and quickly stripped naked to jump your body. But by then you were out cold, and I really did try to revive you by sucking on your cock, but it was no use as you were dead to the world.

But I was so drunk, horny, hot with sexual lust, and frustrated by then, that I couldn't think straight or help myself. I couldn't stop thinking about Stan's huge hard cock that I had just felt. So I thought that moving around might help dampen my fires of passion and I decided to get up and go check on Stan to see if he needed a blanket or anything.

I slipped on a teddy and went to his room and as I walked in I asked him if I could get him anything like a blanket or a pillow and then I saw him laid out naked in the bed with the biggest hard cock I have ever seen sticking straight up in the air. He grinned at me and said he didn't need any blankets but would be forever grateful if I could think of some way to help him get rid of that hard-on so he could get some sleep.

I felt this overwhelming compulsion to feel that monster tool and moved to it as in a trance and put my hand on it to feel it throbbing and the next thing I knew I was sucking on it for all I was worth and then before I realized what I was doing he had an orgasm, shooting a really massive load of cum down my throat. Then before his cock started to wilt and get soft he pulled me down onto my back, got on top of me and spread my legs, and rammed his hard cock all the way into my cunt and I guess I just lost it and let him fuck me until I had a powerful orgasm.

After that it just became a blur of sexual frenzy. Stan went down on my cunt sucking it dry and drove me to so many orgasms that I lost count, then he fucked me again doggie style but didn't cum in me but waited until I had another big orgasm and then pulled out of my cunt and shoved his cock in my mouth again and shot his load down my throat for a second time.

It turned out that he wasn't nearly as drunk as he had been acting because over the next hour or two he displayed amazing lasting power. I'm certain now that when he heard me joke to the rest of the folks about how horny I was, he saw his chance to maybe knock off a sweet piece of ass and put on his falling down drunk act and caught me at my most vulnerable state of being extremely horny and very drunk.

Anyway, after the doggie fuck I jacked him off, he finger fucked me, ate out my cunt again, I sucked on his balls, he gave me another missionary fuck and shot another load of cum into my cunt, then he suckled my tits and finger fucked me again while I gave him a second hand job, he returned the favor by tonguing out my cunt again and we finally finished up with me riding his cock for another fuck and load of cum while he sucked on my tits which I guess is what you saw.

I didn't mean any of those things you heard me say to him. I was just caught up in the sexual frenzy of the moment and just babbled away saying things that I knew he would want to hear and keep him excited and turned on. There is nothing I can say that will make this horrible mistake right. I love you with all my heart and soul darling.

I know that I have hurt you terribly and I beg you to give me a chance to make it up to you. We have had a wonderful marriage with lots of love and respect for each other and an absolutely fantastic sex life up to now. You have to know that I didn't really believe all of those things I said to him. I was just stupidly stroking his ego trying to keep his cock hard for as long as I could.

Please, please believe me when I tell you that I really do love and respect you more than ever. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life and I will do anything to keep you. Please give me a chance to prove it to you. I can promise that it will never happen again with anyone. You are the love of my life and all the man I could ever want or need. Please, please forgive me my darling."

Towards the end of her speech her hand had moved down onto my cock and she began to softly massage it trying to get it hard, but I was bound and determined not to let her succeed and through sheer will power resisted the almost overwhelming urge to allow a hard-on to develop.

I really did wanted to fuck her in the worst way, but at the same time I didn't want to fuck her either, and thereby give her a reason to think that everything was ok and I had forgiven her. I knew down deep in my heart that I was going to eventually forgive her, but I wanted her to squirm and worry, and suffer for a period of time before I did. So when she finished her explanation I took her hand and removed it from my cock and said,

"That's not going to work this time Christy. My God, you bitching whore, do you really think that I feel like fucking you right now at this moment? I freely admit that I'd still rather fuck you than anybody else that I could ever imagine. I'm sure that I could fuck a different woman every day for the next 20 years and would never find anyone that could even come close to comparing to you.

But this isn't all about sex and fucking, Christy. It's about trust, commitment, love and respect. How do I know I can trust you? How do I know that you won't jump into the sack with the next well hung man you run across and tell him how much better a lover he is with his big powerful cock compared to my pitiful inadequate attempts with my little prick that never satisfies you, or make a date with Stan and his monster cock that turned you on so much to fuck and suck him again and again?

I really do wonder how long you have been fucking other men behind my back telling them about how I can't satisfy you and how many of them are our friends that are laughing at me behind my back?

No, Christy! I don't buy this idea that you were in an alcoholic daze exacerbated by uncontrollable sexual lust and didn't know what you were doing. You didn't sound like you were in any so-called sexual frenzy at the end last night when you two were calmly discussing how much you wanted to fuck each other again and again and you made sure he had your cell number and made him promise to call you to coordinate on duplicate bridge tournaments where you would have a ready made opportunity to sleep with each other.

So just don't press me right now to think about forgiveness, OK? I need some time to sort all of this out and how I feel about things going forward. Maybe I'll get over it and we can put it behind us and maybe I won't and it won't work out. We'll just have to wait and see and give it some time. Now, I'm as hungry as I can be and I'm going down to the kitchen to fix myself something to eat."

I had slipped on my trousers and undershirt while I was talking and as I started toward the bedroom door, I stopped and turned to look at her and asked her, "Tell me truly Christy, are you still really actually horny right now?"

Her head snapped up and she looked at me with eagerness and replied, "I know it's hard to believe darling, but I can't lie to you. Yes, I'm so damned horny for your body at this moment, that it's all I can do to restrain myself from putting my hands all over your smooth skin and begging you to fuck me hard and deep. I can't help it. I want your cock in me baby."

I shook my head in amazement and said, "Well I'm not up for it right now Christy. This has really been a shock for me and I'm still sorting out my feelings. But look..." and I hesitated and paused searching for the right words and finally continued, "I guess down deep in my gut the truth is I don't really care that you ended up in bed last night with Stan. I guess what really hurt me to the quick more than anything else was listening to you make fun of me as an inadequate lover and telling him all those demeaning things about me while he had his cock in your cunt. I know we were all really drunk last night and maybe none of it would have happened if it wasn't for the booze. I just don't know. All I know is that I just need some time to sort it all out. So listen very carefully to me now Christy."

She gave me her rapt attention and I said, "If you really are as horny as you say you are and, I must say, as horny as you look right now, then if you want to go down the hall and crawl into bed with Stan and let him fuck you some more, it's all right with meprovided you don't humiliate me anymore by telling him lies about how inadequate I am, and-this is important-don't tell him that I know you're fucking him or that I said it was ok. Just let him think that I'm still asleep and totally in the dark about all of this.

So if you would like to do that Christy, it's really ok with me and I'll just go down to the all night diner on the corner of 3rd and Forest and get some coffee and breakfast and read the paper for a couple of hours to give you two time to get it on and fuck and suck each other some more, and for Stan to leave after he is finished with you before I get back. I won't come back until I see his rental car is gone. It's up to you baby.

"After all, it's just all about having pure sex with great orgasms isn't it? It's not like you're madly in love with the guy or anything like that, is it? I really won't mind baby as long as you don't talk any more trash about me to pump up his ego. So you decide."

Her reaction was priceless as her eyes popped open wide and her mouth dropped open in sheer amazement. She was speechless for about 15 seconds when finally she forcefully exclaimed with vigor, "Absolutely not!!! No fucking way!!!" And she jumped out of bed and put on her panties and bra that were laying on the floor and grabbed a robe out of her closet and said forcefully, "I meant what I said dammit! Never again! And don't you worry about me. I'll get over being horny and I know how to finger fuck myself when I need to, and I'll wait until you feel ready to make me a whole woman again for as long as it takes. Now let's go downstairs so I can cook you some breakfast."

That night took place almost a year and a half ago, and the reality at the time that I made the offer to Christy to go climb back into that bed with Stan so he could fuck her and she could suck his cock and eat his cum some more was that I desperately wanted her to accept so I could quietly lurk outside the door again and watch her in the mirror fucking and sucking him again instead of going to the diner. But I was afraid to tell Christy how erotic and turned on I got watching her fuck and suck off another man for fear that it would disgust and repulse her to find out what a real pervert I was and she would despise me and leave me.

Christy, on the other hand, as I found out much later, really did want to go back and have another round with Stan because she really did crave the taste of his cum and his huge cock stretching her cunt, but she was afraid to say yes because she thought I was just testing the promise that she just made that she would never again fuck any other man but me.

Well, we're still together and things are again about as "normal" as they can be between us. In fact, life for us is even more satisfying and exciting than it ever was before she fucked Stan that night. But it wasn't easy getting to where we are now. The irony of it all is that if we had both just opened up and had been completely honest with each other about how we both felt at the time, we could have saved a lot of time and stress and enjoyed a heap of really fantastic sex. Now we look back on those events and just laugh about them.