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On Friday I worked until noon and then took a half-day for the second time this week. I was going to have a lot of flex hours to make up, but at the time it was really the last thing on my mind. Few waking moments had gone by without Marty and Sheila's proposal crossing my mind.

It had sounded so outlandish at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I started to believe that it was possible to bring about; I was starting to seriously consider it, although not without some misgivings. Aside from the wild, heretofore-untried sex acts that I imagined, there was also the knowledge that my beautiful Cynthia would be with other men, probably several other men.

I couldn't decide if I thought I would have a problem with that. On one hand, men are possessive by nature, and she is my wife. On the other hand, I'm sure there would undoubtedly a variety of women coming my way as well what's good for the goose is good for the gander as they say. Besides, I'd watched Cynthia with Marty and hadn't been the least bit jealous, quite the opposite actually.

These thoughts and many others had swirled through my mind for three days, every doubt counterbalanced by an image in my mind of Cynthia greedily dropping to her knees to suck me dry, or her spread wide open on the couch with nothing on but her stockings and heels as Marty pistoned in out of her, or any number of other tawdry, exciting images I had both seen and imagined in the last week.

By the time I pulled into the drive of the Masterson's house I had nearly made up my mind. All I needed was just a little push.


"I'm so glad you could make it Mike, come on in," Marty pumped my hand enthusiastically as we ushered me into the house. "No trouble getting out of work? Good, good. Come on this way, Sheila's out getting some sun by the pool, I thought you and I could have a little man-to-man chat."

"Sure Marty," I agreed as he led me up the stairs, "that might be a good idea."

We walked into a large, well lit room, furnished in a modern, gun-metal gray, with several comfortable looking chairs and a large, deeply cushioned sofa positioned a suitable distance from the 52" big screen television on the wall. One of the side walls was lined with floor to ceiling cabinets and on the wall opposite was a large work area filled with all manner of electronic equipment, a couple of monitors, several tape decks and sundry other devices I was not at all familiar with.

"This is the A/V room," he explained. "Sort of a hobby. Have a seat." He motioned to a pair comfortable looking armchairs.

I sat as he opened a small cabinet under the electronic equipment that turned out to be a mini-fridge. "Bourbon OK?" he asked, dropping ice into a pair of glasses and starting to pour us each a generous helping of Jack Daniels.

"You've probably had quite a bit on your mind since we last spoke," he said, aware that he was stating the obvious, as he handed me my glass and sat down. "I hope I can help clear things up for you. To start with, I'll bet you have a few questions."

"Yeah, I suppose so," I told him, not sure where to start. "I guess the first thing that I'm wondering is, is this for real? I mean, I don't distrust you, it all just seems so out there. You said you've been doing this for years, how many women have you 'converted', if that's even the right word."

"I tend to think 'liberated' describes it a bit more accurately," he answered with a confident smile. "I can understand your doubts, it took me a while to get used to thinking of my wife that way, too. I'll bet that was even another one of your questions. Yes, Sheila definitely fits the bill as a true slut. 'The Original Slut', I like to call her. We had to sort of stumble our way into discovering and accepting this, as well as how it fits into our lives. In the long run, it has made both of us so happy that we just love sharing it with other people who we think have the same potential."

"As for the how many women there have been," he added standing and walking over to the cabinets, "it is easier to believe if I show you, rather than just throw out a number."

He took a key from his pocket and unlocked the cabinet on the left end of the room. He took out a large photo album and brought it over to me. "Take a look through this while we chat, it'll help give you some idea of the reality of the whole thing."

I opened the album up to the first page and was treated to a full 8x10 photo of Sheila sitting seductively on a barstool. She was apparently completely nude, although her crossed legs hid any indecencies below the waist while one arm was crossed coyly across her chest to give the photo a PG appearance (well, maybe PG-13). I turned the page and all pretenses of innocence quickly dropped.

The two pages open in front of me had six prints each. Sheila lying nude on the bed. Sheila licking the shaft of a large, black dildo. Sheila sliding the same dildo between her spread vaginal lips. Sheila on all fours, the same dildo now shining with lubricant worked halfway into her tight anus by man I'd never seen before.

The next picture was taken in a different room, she was wearing only a red garter, stockings, and matching heels, and straddling a man who was buried to his balls in her cunt while she had another man's cock in her mouth. Each photo was more explicit than the last. The twelfth one showed a close-up of Sheila's face, make-up impeccably done, as she sipped a thick white liquid through a straw from a nearly full rocks glass.

I turned the page to see another solitary 8x10, this time an attractive, pale skinned woman with, long jet black hair reclined on a sofa in a black bra and panty set, complete with garters, stockings and heels. The next set of pages revealed her in various forms of luscious debauchery with a variety of partners and toys.

I started flipping randomly through the thick album to find pages of attractive, smiling women ranging from mid twenties to late thirties in age, all in an endless parade of carnal extravagance.

"We do enjoy documenting our adventures, as you can see," Marty told me as I scanned the pages. "In fact, assuming you want to continue meeting with us, a photo session, albeit a rather tame one, would be soon on the agenda. It starts to bring out the exhibitionist streak and get rid of that foolish body-shame so many women have."

"I see a lot of different men here," I said, my eyes only momentarily looking up to Marty's, "I assume they are all husbands, boyfriends, whatever, of the various girls. I guess what I'm asking about, is, well I don't see any condoms..."

"Oh, safe sex. Not to worry, we're very strict and very selective," he reassured me. "You told us Cynthia's on the pill, so there's no pregnancy worry, especially if anyone rarely cums in per vagina. As far as disease, we don't worry about condoms as long as we are with people we know, if there is someone involved who is not a 'friend' we would insist on the rubbers. At least until he's finished that is."

"Would she be meeting a lot of strangers, I mean am I going to be wondering where she is every night?"

"Not at all! It's not like she is going to turn into an uncontrollable nymphomaniac. The biggest part of the emotional issue for her is your approval. You won't control her, not any more than you do now." He winked as he said this, causing us both to laugh.

"She won't want to do anything thing you won't like, that would seem like cheating as much to her as to you. If she wants to screw around with some guy, or guys, she'll tell you. And I have a feeling that in most cases you'll approve. She can always tell you all the details later, assuming you don't join in."

I set the photo album on the table and took a long sip of the bourbon.

"I can tell you are on the brink of a decision," Marty said, standing up. "I think I need to give you just a little more food for thought." There was an intercom system mounted on the wall next to the door. He walked over and pressed one of the many buttons near the speaker. "Sheila honey, are you still there at the pool?"

"Of course, dear," Sheila's voice came clearly through the speaker. "Just getting some sunshine."

"Why don't you come on up and say hello to Mike."

"Be there in jiffy," she replied cheerfully.

Marty smiled at me and started to refill his glass. In about a minute's time the door opened and Sheila stepped in. She was totally naked.

"Mike, it's so good to see you again," she said with genuine enthusiasm. Her breasts swayed delightfully with each step as she walked into the room.

She turned to the open doorway behind her and said, "Well hurry up!"

A smiling, equally nude woman bounced through the doorway. Bounced is definitely the right word to describe it, too. She was about 5'5" with curly red hair tied in a bun on her head, bright green eyes and an inviting, guiles smile. A pair of huge, freckled tits jiggled on her chest, sagging in bountiful fullness, capped with pale pink nipples, much bigger than a silver dollar. Her hips flared amply below a not-quite-flat tummy and led to a nice pair of legs, between which a thick nest of bright red pubic hair promised treasures just beneath. Too thin to be Rubenesque, to pleasantly curvy to be called slim. Sort of a red-haired Anna Nicole Smith.

"You remember Debbie," Sheila said to me as the enticing girl headed my way.

I stared at her in confusion before recognition dawned on me.

"From the restaurant!" I exclaimed as she reached me and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"It's a pleasure to see you again," she giggled before pulling me forward to kiss me on the mouth. Her tongue snuck teasingly past my lips and I could feel her big tits crushed tight against my chest.

Breaking our kiss far too soon, she skipped over to Marty. "Hello sir," she said to him, mockingly imitating her professional voice from the restaurant, "can I tell you about our specials?"

She let out a high-pitched squeal and a giggle as he slapped her playfully, but quite firmly, on her round ass. "You quit sassing me and give a kiss," he told her with feigned sternness. She gleefully did just that, for about twice as long as with me. Finally their mouths separated.

"Always a pleasure," Marty said affectionately, "my darling delicious Debbie of the double D d colletage."

"Their bigger than that," she said lifting her heavy tits in her hands, pretending to be offended. "Triple D or an F depending on where I buy my bras!"

"But of course that would ruin the alliteration," Marty teased. "But we're not here to talk about your tantalizing tits, tempting though they are." Both Sheila and Debbie rolled their eyes at him. "We were about to watch a movie, I'm hoping you can join us. Have a seat, Mike."

I sat down on the couch and Debbie and snuggled in next to me, putting one arm around my neck and stretching a leg across my lap. Marty returned the photo album to the cabinet it had come from and returned with a videotape. The label on the spine read "Intros" in bold black print. Marty popped it into the machine and sat down on one of the larger easy chairs. His wife naked wife curled lovingly in his lap.

In a moment the film started and I saw that it was shot in the living room of this house. An attractive, slim brunette was smiling at the camera. A lacy white camisole hid little of her body. She had long slightly thin legs and narrow hips. Her breasts maybe a B-cup, but bulged out nicely on her thin frame.

"Hi, my name is Alison," she said taking a few steps toward the camera. I glanced down as I felt Debbie's hand unzipping my fly. "Boy, it sure is warm in here! Perhaps I'm just overdressed." The lines came out purposefully cheesy. The woman on the screen slowly pulled her lingerie over her head, revealing a shapely, firm pair of tits. She started massaging them in her hands, tugging her nipples until they were hard as stones.

"Wow! You've got a really big dick!" Debbie exclaimed in delight, pulling my quickly hardening rod out of my pants.

"Thanks," I said, out of a lack of any better response.

"No," she said looking lustfully into my eyes, "Thank you!"

On the TV, Alison had shed her panties and was now sitting on the couch. One hand started to massage her closely trimmed pussy and the other fished a conveniently place bright pink dildo from between the cushions. She slid the end in her mouth and started moving it slowly in and out and as the camera drew closer and closer to her face. Just as nothing but her mouth and the plastic toy gliding between her ruby lips filled the huge screen, the scene changed.

Suddenly that same slender frame was on all fours with a slightly overweight man fucking her hard from behind. A pair of attractive legs was coiled around her back and she was passionately licking the cunt of yet another unknown woman.

Debbie was stroking my cock as my eyes were locked on the screen. I reached up and took one of her massive jugs in my hand, lifting it slightly. I was surprised at what it weighed. I figured this girl must have wonderfully developed back muscles. Tearing my eyes away from the homemade porn on the screen, I turned to catch a glance at the wonderful sight right next to me. But out of the corner of my eye something sparkly caught my eye.

For the first time I noticed Debbie's wedding ring. It had a nice sized diamond on a gold setting and was riding her lovely finger as her hand pumped my thick cock. For the first time I realized that this was another man's wife sitting her next to me, completely stripped, happily jacking me off. And wherever he was, he knew and didn't care.

Hell, she would probably tell him all about it later, and he'd be happy for her. I suddenly pictured Cynthia with her tiny naked body lying next to a strange man, happily jerking him off with her wedding ring, our wedding ring, proudly displayed. I wasn't disgusted, in fact, I wasn't disturbed at all.

The lack of moaning from the TV broke my chain of thought and I looked back to the screen. It showed the living room again, and different woman. She looked a little older, maybe late thirties. This one was taller, also slender and fairly flat-chested. She was wearing white thong panties and her nipples pointed dangerously from under a thin cotton tank top.

"Hi, my name is Lisa," she began.

"You know, I've seen this show before," Debbie whispered in my ear, "I think I'll take a trip to the snack bar."

She slid off the couch and positioned herself on her knees in front of me and started sucking my cock. By the time Lisa's scenes had ended and a short, busty brunette named Holly introduced herself I was being deep-throated for the first time in my life.

I managed to hold out for four more of Marty and Sheila's lovely pupils before I exploded, shooting my first squirt straight down her throat without sensing the slightest hint of a gag reflex. She pulled back and continued milking my cock with her hand as she sucked hard on the head of my cock, drawing out the rest of my warm semen.

"Mmmm, that was nice," she said, "but I was kind of hoping to get fucked by this big cock. Hope I won't have to wait very long."

Before I could answer, Sheila chimed in, "You just keep doing what you're doing there Debbie, he'll be back up in no time. Enjoying the show so far Mike? I mean the one on the screen."

"Unbelievable," I told her honestly, "I've never seen anything like it."

"Oh, this type gets repetitive after a while, you just get a little tease from each girl. Put a different tape in Marty," she told him rising from his lap to let him do it.

"Put one of mine in!" Debbie pleaded, "When he sees the reward he has in store he'll get hard even faster!"

Marty went to a different cabinet and selected a tape. I caught a glimpse of the label: Debbie #7.

Debbie went back to sucking on my semi-hard member, my balls safely bobbling in her warm fingers. She slid a hand between her own legs and set her fingers to work between her fiery bush.

The video started showing three men sitting at the bar in Marty's den. Debbie entered right away, dressed in a novelty French Maids outfit. The top had a very low cut neckline and was probably at least a size to small for her. Her huge breasts bulged out to the point that they looked like they would pop free any minute. There wasn't even enough material to cover the tops of her large, round nipples, the areolas enticingly on display. The tight skirt barely covered her well-rounded ass and was a good 2 inches above the tops of her black fishnet stockings, revealing the lacy straps leading the short way to her garter belt. She expertly approached the men without the slightest wobble on what had to be 6-inch heels.

"Hi fellas!" the onscreen Debbie announced. "You miss me?"

"Damn right!" responded one of the men whom I was pretty sure was the heavy-set man who had been fucking Alison in the first video I'd seen.

"I missed you, too, Geoff," she told him walking up to give him a kiss. As they locked their mouths together, his hands roamed freely all over her body, squeezing her ass under her skirt then cupping her breasts, which caused them to bulge even further out of her top.

"Hey, how about us?" asked the tall, blonde haired man.

She ended her embrace and moved to the next man. "You too, David," she told the blonde, kissing him quickly. "And you Kevin," she said, finally walking over to the last man, a short stock guy with a darker complexion, possibly some Italian blood there.

"Do you like the outfit?" she asked, taking a step back and turning a full circle. By now her nipples were completely exposed as her tits threatened to break free of their confinement.

"Sexy, I've always had a French Maid fantasy," Geoff told her.

"Unfortunately, it's kind of tight, she said. "Anyone be upset if I take it off?"

Apparently costuming isn't real important in these productions. The guys quickly decided they would survive, and Debbie quickly shed her blouse and skirt, leaving her in only her stockings, heels and garter. The guys followed suit, quickly stripping off their clothes as the camera followed them to the sofa.

"I just love getting reacquainted with old friends," she purred as she sat on the sofa, taking Kevin's hard cock into her mouth.

Geoff gently, turned her sideways, getting her on all fours on the couch as David moved in behind her, his hand running between her legs, his fingers delving into her warm cunt. In that position her pendulous tits seemed to stretch straight away from her chest, swinging back and forth at the slightest provocation.

Deciding that she was already plenty worked up, David guided his cock into her moist hole. He started fucking her, making her tits start to swing faster and faster back and forth. Geoff handed him a bottle of oil and he squirted some onto his fingers before tossing the bottle aside. As his cock drilled into her wet cunt, he pushed a finger easily up her other hole, working it around a bit before adding a second finger.

I could feel my own cock start to come back to life, and I started running my fingers through Debbie's hair as she continued to suck the life back into me.

David was screwing her faster now, his fingers reaming her bunghole in an alternating rhythm to his cock ramming her pussy. Every time he thrust forward Kevin would do the same, his cock sliding easily down her throat. They kept this up for a couple of minutes, gradually building up speed, until she was groaning around the cock in her mouth and her big udders were flailing wildly back and forth.

Finally, Geoff piped in from off camera, "Hey, I'm starting to get lonely over here!"

The camera panned slightly to the right. Geoff was sitting on the other half of the sectional oiling his rock hard cock up.

On the screen, Debbie broke away from her first two partners and moved to the next. She stood up on the couch with her back to Geoff, one foot on either side of his legs, then slowly squatted down until her puckered anus was resting against the swollen head of his cock. He put his hands on her hips and helped her lower herself onto him a little at a time. Sinking down a bit then pulling back up, only to sink back down a little deeper. Kevin and David took positions on either side and started kneading and sucking on her plentiful tits. Finally, she was impaled to the hilt on his cock.

About this time, the "real" Debbie had me back up to working order. I reclined back on the couch with my back propped up on a pair of large pillows at the arm. She crawled on top of me and my cock slid slowly into her slick, warm cunt.

"Ooooh," she cooed, "that is a nice big cock for me." Wriggling her hips in easy circles she finally worked her way all the way to the bottom. Her tempting mounds dangled in front of me and I helped myself, hefting them in my hands. Her abundance of tit-flesh overflowed my hands as I squeezed, lifted, tugged and toyed with them. "That feels good," she encouraged, "play with my big tits. Yeah I like that, pinch my nipples."

As her hips began fucking my cock faster her heavy jugs swayed even as I attempted to contain them. Her ecstatic sounds of pleasure inches from my face mixed with the ones from the television. I glanced over at the screen and saw the busty red head filled with cocks at every entrance. Her asshole was still skewered on Geoff's lucky cock, but now she had leaned back and David had moved to the front, making a tasty looking Debbiesandwich.

He fucked her pussy hard enough to lift her ass up three to four inches off Geoff's cock at each ramming stroke, only to have it slide right back down as he pulled back for another rapid thrust. Kevin was standing next to her on the couch holding her head to his crotch. She was fervently sucking him off even as he had to struggle to hold her flailing head.

The live, in-person Debbie was meanwhile giving me a gold-metal fuck. Her talented vaginal muscles expertly massaged my stiff meat as her hips ground against mine; her ass bounced happily against my balls as I thrust up into her. I only needed to pull her a little forward to get her succulent nipples to my mouth. I chewed lightly on her wide, flat nipples, making her squeal in pleasure. "Ooh yeah, bite 'em a little harder, not too hard...yeah like that. Oooh you're making me cum!" she announced loudly, her body starting to quiver against me, fucking me harder.

"Yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah... yeAAAAH!" Finally her body tensed and she dug her fingers into my shoulders. Her cunt muscles convulsed wonderfully against my cock, slowly spreading to the rest of her body until with one final whole-body orgasmic shake she collapsed on top of me. I stroked her hair gently as she caught her breath, my rigid tool still filling her.

I glanced over to the TV. There, Debbie was on her knees, her mouth wide open as a stream of creamy jizm sailed mostly into her mouth, just a little splattering on her cheek. A man's finger, I couldn't tell whose, wiped the stray liquid up and placed it on her smiling lips. The camera turned to show her three costars sitting drained on the couch.

Kevin slid a box out from under an end table and opened it, exposing a wide variety of dildos, vibrators and various other sex toys. "Lay back and relax Debbie," he told her with a devilish grin as the three men rooted through the box. "We'll be right over to keep you entertained while we recover for scene two."

A sudden sound to my right caught my attention and both Debbie and I turned our head to look over the back of the sofa. Sheila quickly dismounted from Marty's lap and dropped to her knees. She took the engorged head of his long dick into her mouth and with her hands on his heavy balls coaxed his cum into her mouth. She swallowed, then tenderly kissed the head of his cock, swirling her tongue playfully around the tip.

"If you're done over there," Debbie playfully called, "Mike might enjoy it if you gave me a hand."

"I'm sure he would," she said with promise, "I'm on my way!"

"Why don't you sit up," my buxom companion suggested as she lifted herself off of me. I turned and sat facing forward on the couch as Debbie knelt on my left and Sheila came around to kneel on my right.

"Mmmm, Debbie tastes so good on your cock," Sheila told me after her hungry tongue lapped the length of my shaft.

"I do, don't I!" Debbie agreed, then slid my cock halfway down her throat. Sheila tilted her head and took my balls into her mouth, first one then the other. I glanced straight ahead of me at the big-screen to see Debbie welcoming a vigorous assault by her three companions armed with an array of latex implements.

I quickly decided that as exciting as that was, it couldn't hold a candle to the live show, besides I was the star here! Two warm, wet mouths and four pillowy tits worked my genitals with experienced skill. First one would deep-throat my entire thick eight inches, then move aside for the other to do the same. Debbie leaned forward and wrapped her boobs around my dick, pushing them together with her hands.

She rolled her shoulders and worked her udders with her hands to give me a fantastic tit-fuck until the lubrication of her saliva started to wear thin. She leaned over and noisily licked my cock until it was dripping once again, then moved aside for Sheila to take a turn with her breasts. They alternated back and forth three times apiece before I couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm gonna cum!" told them anxiously. Sheila and Debbie both leaned in mashing their tits together with my cock was right in the center. They rubbed them along my shaft for just a moment before I came with gasp. Four mini geysers of semen shot straight up and then splattered back down across their cleavage.

They smiled at me in satisfaction, then leaned across my cock to kiss each other deeply. Sheila lifted Debbie's cum splattered breasts to her mouth to lick them clean, then lay back on the floor inviting Debbie to return the favor.

Marty walked over and sat next to me on the couch. We sat quietly watching the two lovely, naked wenches kissing and fondling one another on the carpet for several minutes. Finally, he broke the silence with a smile.

"Do I even need to ask, Mike?"

I grinned back at him, "Really isn't much of a decision, is it?"