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But I'm getting a little ahead of my story now.

Over the next six months after that night, Christy really worked hard to be very loving and solicitous of my every need. She became more sexually aggressive than she had ever been before, and I received more blow jobs and fucks during that period than I had ever got before in any other six month period of our marriage.

And I for my part worked hard to be polite, friendly, and courteous with her in turn, but I just couldn't bring myself to be sexually aggressive. We both were acting toward each other sort of like we were walking on "broken glass." It wasn't normal behavior for either of us and we both knew it.

We had always been very gregarious and touching toward each other frequently engaging in little playful games that often turned into impromptu fucking, or cock sucking, or pussy eating wherever we happened to be at the moment as on the carpet in our entrance foyer or on the table in the kitchen, and on one memorable Sunday afternoon a couple of months before that Friday night bridge party, on our patio lounge chair by our swimming pool when we knew that our backyard neighbor, Steve Naylor, was "spying" on us from a second floor window of his house.

That really turned Christy on and she gave Steve a real "world class" performance of cock-sucking and fucking and I wasn't too bad with my cunt sucking performance either. Christy is positive that he was beating-off while he watched us because she thought she could see his right shoulder moving back and forth in a regular motion.

Looking back on that episode now, I'm surprised that I didn't notice how turned on Christy got when she realized that another man was watching her fucking me and sucking my cock and eating my cum. As I remember now when she sucked me off, she let some of my cum spray out onto to her face so that Steve could be certain that she was eating my cum. That was not like her usual habit of always trying to swallow my whole load without letting any of it escape her mouth. It's obvious now that she was purposely trying to turn him on.

A couple of weeks later at a neighborhood Saturday afternoon barbecue I watched her approach Steve and his wife, Betty, and while they were chatting, she touched his right arm and looked him straight in the eye with a playful smile and knowing look and innocently asked him, "How is your right arm and shoulder doing Steve? I heard a rumor that you strained or bruised it with too much exercise a few weeks ago."

She really caught him flat-footed as he instantly blushed all over because he knew that Christy had seen him watching us and knew he had been beating off and he mumbled a lame reply, 'oh it's fine now', and shuffled his feet in embarrassment. And she said, "Well, a little regular exercise is always good for the soul, and the body too for sure, especially the body. But just remember sweetie, everything in moderation. Don't over-do it. That's the ticket. Isn't that right Betty?"

Betty gave Steve a funny look and said, "You didn't tell me anything about hurting your arm Steve. How did that happen?" And before Steve could answer Christy said, "Well I'm just as hot as I can be. I think I'll take a little dip to cool off. Talk to you all later." And she moved off to take a dip in the pool while Steve stared at her swaying, tight, shapely, ass while trying to think of a plausible answer for Betty. I remember thinking to myself that Steve was really hot for Christy's cunt and that Christy was really a first class little prick tease, a side of her that I had never seen before.

Anyway, things were just too polite and correct between us and the sexual tension was becoming overbearing to continue much longer. Both of us had never before been bashful or reluctant to initiate sex activities whenever we felt the need. But after that Friday night I had pretty much stopped being an initiator of sex and any fucking and sucking we engaged in only happened whenever Christy started something.

For the first six months or so I think she accepted this state of affairs as a sort of penance for her adultery. But the longer it continued the more frustrated I knew she was getting and I knew the situation couldn't last forever.

Then, in February I forgot all about Valentines Day. It wasn't intentional. V day had always been a special day for us, but I was just so preoccupied with worry over what was happening to our marriage that I simply failed to notice what day it was.

That night as we were laying in bed I heard Christy softly crying to herself and I foolishly asked her what was wrong without thinking about it first. I say foolishly, because if I had just given it an ounce of thought, I'm sure I would have realized why she was crying.

She said, "How long am I going to be punished for my stupid mistake darling? It's been nine months now and I can't bear it that you don't touch me anymore." I replied, "What do you mean never touch you anymore? Didn't we just make love the night before last when you were feeling horny? I don't understand Christy."

She said, "That's right we fucked all right, but only because I wanted to. Did you forget this was Valentines Day? Every Valentines Day since we married you've always surprised me with some outlandish new way of ravishing my body and making mad, passionate love to me. I was hoping against hope that you would want me that way again, especially today. When it became clear that you don't anymore, the disappointment just overwhelmed me.

I love you truly darling and I can't bear it that you don't love me anymore. Yes, I know we still fuck from time to time but only when I start it. You haven't initiated any sex with me since that Friday night and I don't think I can stand you not wanting me anymore."

She continued crying softly and my heart just went out to her. I couldn't stand to see her so heartbroken and I knew that I had to end this state of tension between us or it would destroy our marriage. So I reached over and pulled her in close to me and cuddled her body up against mine in my arms and I said,

"It's not you Christy. Please don't cry angel. The last thing I want in this world is to hurt you. I do love you...... more than I ever did before. And I know you love me too. But I'm scared Christy and I don't know what to do about it.

That night I watched you fucking and sucking Stan made me aware of things about myself that I had never been aware of before. Things that I have been dying to share with you but terrified that they would disgust you if you knew about them and I would lose you forever. I have been so screwed up inside my head for these last nine months that I seemed to have lost my sex drive or at least my ability to be spontaneous and aggressive in our love making for fear that I will let something slip out in the throes of sexual passion. I haven't been punishing you baby. I've been terrified of losing you."

"Oh, sweetheart." She said, "Don't you know that you could never lose me. I love you with all my heart and soul and there is nothingabsolutely nothing that you can't tell me. Now let's clear the air right now! You aren't a secret serial rapist are you?" I gasped and replied, "Oh God no baby. It's nothing like that." Then Christy said, "Well that's a relief, because I admit if you were a serial rapist that I might have had a little trouble dealing with that, but don't worry I could have handled even that. Now you're going to tell me all about it darling. What is this terrible thing that has come between us like an iron wall."

I thought to myself that I knew that this moment had to come sooner or later, and even though I was terrified of what the effect of what I was about to say to her might be, I took in a deep breath and began to bear my soul, "Well angel, ever since that night that I saw you fucking Stan I began having these intense and obsessive compulsions of wanting to watch you service other men, that is, to watch you fuck them, suck their cocks and eat their cum. The sight of you fucking and sucking Stan with such passionate wild abandon was the most erotic thing I had ever seen and it turned me on with such intensity that I had the most powerful orgasm I have ever had myself as you reached the peak of your own orgasm with Stan.

"I was standing there transfixed at the sight of you riding his cock with your back arched and head thrown back and your magnificent tits with their hard nipples jiggling to the rhythm of your humping, and begging him to fill your cunt with his hot cum when my cock got instantly hard. The vision of you pumping your cunt up and down on his massive cock with your back arched and head thrown back and moaning in ecstasy while you cupped and massaged your tits and nipples in your hands was the most powerfully sexually erotic picture of pure sexual bliss than I could ever imagine.

"I was so completely mesmerized by that erotic vision of you, riding up and down on Stan's cock with your cunt that I didn't even realize that I had reached down and was holding my hard cock in my hand. Then at the same time when your orgasm started to build, the cum started boiling up out of my balls and I could feel it shooting up into my cock, and as you reached the peak of you orgasm, it came racing down my cock and shot out in a huge spray all over the bedroom rug."

Christy interrupted and said, "That's right! I remember now when I got out of Stan's bed I remember stepping into a mess of sticky fluid that was all over the carpet by the bed. That must have been your cum that I stepped in, but at the time I just thought it was some of Stan's cum that had accidentally sprayed out on the carpet from one of the many orgasms that I gave him that night.

I remember thinking that it was probably from one of the hand jobs I gave him, and was most likely the one where I had my head down between his legs licking the area between his ass and balls and sucking on his balls while I was jacking him off and wasn't very careful about where his cock was aiming when he started shooting off his wads of cum."

I continued with my confession, "Anyway, that was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. It made my knees buckle and I almost fell down, and I wasn't even beating-off! I was just standing there holding my cock and it just erupted in a huge orgasm driven by the intensely erotic vision of you fucking Stan. I realized then that I loved watching you fuck Stan and I was hoping that you were going to fuck him again.

"But when you started sucking his cock and eating his cum instead, that's when I really knew that I was hooked on watching you have sex with other men and doing really depraved things to them. But I wasn't ready to admit that reality to myself yet, much less to you or anyone else, because it seemed to me to be so abnormal and perverted that it would revolt you and drive you away from me.

"So I pretended to be hurt and angry and called you terrible names like bitch, whore, and slut and accused you of having been a real whore not only as a smokescreen to hide from you my real desire to see you fuck other men, but also as much as in anger and shame at myself for having those kinds of feelings about you. Ever since that instant I have been afraid to let myself go and surrender myself to our sexual passion when we were making love because I was afraid that I would blurt out my perverted obsession in the heat of passion.

"That's all of it Christy. The truth is the events of that night awakened in me a raging compulsion to want you to fuck and suck other men while I watch and beat my meat and shoot my cum down your throat. It drives me wild with desire for your body like nothing else does."

Christy was silent for a minute when I finished and then she sighed deeply and said, "Oh baby, baby, baby, you don't know how relieved I am at this instant and at the same time how easily I could strangle you for being so goofy. There is absolutely no reason for you to be worried about anything.

"I admit you had me worried for a minute with all that talk about disgusting, perverted obsessions. I was afraid you were going to confess to being something like a queer who would rather suck other men's cocks and fuck them in the ass than fuck a woman, or maybe one of those real far out freaks that like to fuck bitch dogs and suck off dog cocks.

"But you're just a little kinky darling that's all, along with probably about 50 to 60 percent of all the married men in this country who also harbor secret desires and fantasies about watching their wives fuck other men like whores. And according to some pretty definitive research studies, about 35 to 45 percent actually do get to watch their wives fuck and suck other men and realize their fantasies.

"The overwhelming majority of these men don't really want their wives to be real whores and to actually sell their bodies on the street for money giving blow jobs in alleys and cars and fucking their johns in sleazy hotel rooms. What they really want is for their wives to perform sexually as if they really were whores and do the kinds of things to them that any real whore would do. You are not a pervert darling. You are just as normal as most married men, so get rid of that goofy idea about having a perverted obsession right now.

"Oh how I wish you could have told me this on that night when all of this started. We can easily work on this one together angel and I have a feeling it's going to be a lot fun." (Christy had graduated from George Washington University in Washington DC with a major in psychology.)

I replied, "I tried baby. I really tried. Remember that next morning when I was starting downstairs to get some breakfast how I stopped and turned and told you that it would be ok with me if you wanted to go get back in bed with Stan and fuck and suck him some more to satisfy your horny desires? I was praying that you would say yes so I could watch some more, but mainly because I thought it would be a way to ease in to making you aware of my erotic, kinky obsession.

But you didn't say yes and I interpreted that as a signal that your night in the sack with Stan was indeed just a drunken mistake and that you really weren't interested in fucking other men. So I was afraid to bring up the subject again for fear of what your reaction would be."

Christy said, "Oh my God! The reason I didn't say yes was not because I didn't want to accept the offer you made, but because I thought you were testing me to see if I would honor my promise never again to fuck any other men but you. Well I guess it's my turn now to unburden myself of my secrets as well.

"The truth is that I would have loved to jump back in that bed with Stan to fuck and suck him some more. But not because I had any kind of feelings for him or because you weren't good enough for me, but rather for just the pure excitement of having strange sex with a different partner and experiencing how much he reveled in and lusted after my body.

"It really turns me on to have other men desire to fuck me and eat my pussy. Don't you remember how completely turned on I got that afternoon when I knew that the fucking and cock-sucking I was giving you in the back yard had driven Steve to such a frenzy that he was frantically beating his meat?

But I would have much rather had your hard cock in my cunt making love to me that night instead of Stan's if you could have, but since you couldn't I liked the idea of sucking Stan's big cock and watching him explode with sheer pleasure at what my body was doing to him. It was all about just plain pure, raw sex baby and it brought back memories of an earlier life that I had not thought about in years."

"Earlier life?" I said, "What kind of earlier life are you talking about? You're not a closet lesbian are you? I mean it's really ok with me if you are. I think it would be really erotic to watch you get it on with another woman sucking out her cunt and slurping up her pussy juices with your tongue!"

Christy giggled, "No sweetheart, I'm not a closet lesbian, but that doesn't mean that I haven't experimented a little in the past. However, that's a story for later. You know that I wasn't a virgin when I married you. But what you don't know is how much I wasn't a virgin."

I blurted out in excitement, "Oh boy, I bet you're about to tell me that you actually were a real whore before I met you. Aren't you?! This is exciting!"

Christy laughed and said, "No, no, NO! I wasn't a real whore either, but I guess I was something closely related. You see, I financed my way through the last three years of college by working as a paid escort on weekends and during the summers. Technically, I wasn't a whore because 90% of my engagements were with lonely men, mostly out-of-town business men, some politicians, government executives, and the like, that just wanted a pretty woman for dinner and company, or maybe for some arm candy at some function. But almost without exception I always ended up in bed with my date for at least the last two or three hours, if not more, of an escort engagement for some good fucking and cum eating cock sucking.

"Now you might think that I'm splitting hairs when I maintain that what I did as a paid escort was not the same as being a whore because our clients were buying our time as companions and not explicitly buying sex just like a straight up professional whore who just sells her body for straight sex with no other services included or promised, even though I must admit that I almost always ended up fucking and sucking my client sometime during an engagement.

"Almost all of us girls who worked as escorts were young, beautiful, college coeds and we didn't think of ourselves as whores because we always felt that we always had the right or option to refuse to have sex with a client if we didn't want to, even though I don't know of any of us who ever did. I know I never turned down a client who wanted to fuck me or have me suck his cock and eat his cum.

But there were some exceptions where I didn't get to fuck the client because the client turned out to be a queer still in the closet, and just wanted me as camouflage protection from being outed. And while you might think that I liked those kind of engagements the best because I wouldn't have to fuck the queer, the truth is those were the ones I least liked because I really did look forward to fucking my dates.

"The worst queer engagements were those where the queer wanted me to give him blow jobs and eat his cum but wouldn't fuck me or eat my cunt and so I wouldn't get to have an orgasm. Engagements with queers were a real downer.

"I also had an occasional engagement where the client wasn't capable of getting a hard on for medical reasons and couldn't fuck me and would instead just spend all of his time eating my cunt and having me suck on his limp dick. That night when I tried to revive you by sucking on your limp dick I think reminded me of those times that I had not thought about for so many years when I was an escort girl and sucked the limp dicks of those clients and those memories just contributed to intensifying my sexual frenzy.

"The best engagements were when my man would just want to take me straight up to his room for sex and I was able to suck his cock and fuck his brains out so thoroughly and completely that he would be totally drained and exhausted in three or four hours and incapable of any more sex and would let me leave early.

"But then every now and then I would end up with a real stud who could keep me busy in bed with all kinds of sex for seven straight hours and those were the worst engagements because I was the one who ended up completely exhausted with a really sore cunt and pussy, and usually an aching jaw as well from so much cock sucking.

"Now I'm sure you have probably figured out that the length of a standard agency booked engagement was eight hours. However, lots of the girls would often extend the standard engagement into an overnight sleepover on their own initiative, especially whenever the man they were with really excited them and turned them on, and he was willing to pay her more moneyall of which she would keep for herself.

"But I never did that. The money I was making sticking to agency standard engagements was more than I needed and I wasn't greedy. The standard gig was a whole lot safer too. All-nighters is where you could run into some really hairy and dangerous situations and quite a few of the girls who liked to take that risk for the extra money often got roughed up quite a bit on those overnighters. My roommate all through college, Elsie, also became an escort girl after she saw how much money I was making and she used to do sleepovers as often as she could even though she got knocked around a lot by some of her customers.

"Elsie is a very successful high priced, independent, call girl whore now. She says she loves the life and I understand why. Those three years were an exciting and intoxicating time for me because I loved the effect my body had on men and the power it gave me over them. And, as an added bonus, I learned more about all the different ways to have sex in all it's forms and kinkiness, that I don't think there isn't anything I haven't tried at least once, except for some real far out, nasty, prurient stuff which I absolutely refused to accommodate and would just return the clients money whenever that's what they wanted.

"And the pay was not too bad either. I cleared an average of about $6000 a month doing weekend work during the academic year and about $15000 a month during the summer breaks where I could work all through the week which more than covered my college costs.

"So when I said I was a long way from being a virgin when we met, I was not exaggerating. Metaphorically, that distance was about 500 to 600 cocks long because I estimate that's just about how many different cocks I sucked and fucked during those three years I was a paid escort girl.

"I used to keep a diary of all my engagements, recording who they were with, what the booking reason was, and what kind of sex transpired on each of them, but I got a little lazy after the 500th and missed some entries now and then. That's why I don't know the exact number, but I am certain that it's a lot closer to 600 than 500.