Undercover Reporter
by Lingus

I am married to one of the best known women in the city. Her face
is seen by hundreds of thousands of television viewers every night
on the late news. "Sandy"...sorry, but I can't use her real
name...has worked hard to get to the top. She spent years paying
her dues. She started her career doing the weather on a little
watched station in a small town in Colorado. She progressed to
covering local news in a couple of other small towns before she got
her first big break. 

Sandy has always had a good "nose for the news", as they say in the
trade. She was selected as the first investigative reporter of a
network affiliated channel in the southeast. In just a few months
Sandy had made a real name for herself. She was a hot property in
the business, and at the age of twenty-six she got her first
assignment as a news anchor. It was on the early news, but it was
a big step up. From there her success was a cinch if she kept her
nose clean and her skills sharp.

I'm not recounting my wife's rise to fame because no one knows
about it. In fact, Sandy's professional life has been covered to
excess in the local media. Since she got her current slot as co-
anchor of the late news a year ago, seldom a week goes by when her
name and picture aren't prominently displayed in one or another of
the local papers or magazines. When her channel moved to the top in
the ratings a few months ago, my wife even made the national press.

I'm also not telling you this because I feel the need to brag about
her. Oh, I do get a real kick out of how well she's doing. I also
enjoy the fruits of her labor. People in her line of work make a
good buck...a damn good buck. We own a very nice new home. My
family thinks it's a mansion. We have several nice cars and a great
vacation retreat as well. Of course, I've contributed my share too.
As a commodities broker, I don't do badly, but my life isn't nearly
as glamorous as Sandy's...nor is it as public or as paradoxical.

I'm telling you about her because there is something about this
blonde icon of our city that would absolutely blow the minds of
nearly everyone in town if they knew. Sandy leads a double life. On
the air she is the cool professional who has tight grasp of the
facts and an uncanny ability to win the trust of her viewing
public.

Off the air, when the mood strikes her, my wife is a molten hot
slut who has a tight grasp of as many cocks at a time as I can help
her gather in one spot. She has an uncanny ability to get two or
three men to cum at once. She is as comfortable performing in a bed
with several attentive lovers as she is performing in a TV studio
watched by thousands of adoring viewers.

"How can this be?" you ask. Well, it's really quite simple. She and
I both understand that in this day and age anyone in the public eye
has to be careful about their reputation. Believe me, the last
thing either of us would want is for anyone to catch on to what she
does off-camera. We could never move far enough away to live down
such a scandal, especially considering the very conservative bent
of the community we live in. If I'm not mistaken, adultery is still
a capital offense here. Even if it's not, getting caught would be
tantamount to a death sentence for both of our careers. 

What makes what Sandy, and I as her "arranger", do even more
amazing is that we've been doing this since shortly before we got
married seven years ago. We also do it fairly regularly; at least
once a month. During those years Sandy has sucked or fucked
hundreds of cocks. 

The one thing about all of this that surprises us most is the
number of men who will jump at the chance to get their ashes
hauled. I seldom have failed to get the desired cooperation from
men whom I've selected to meet my wife's needs. Of course Sandy has
a say on who she has sex with as well, and she frequently suggests
men who she'd like to fuck. I always do my best to make the
arrangements.

Since Sandy is at work late in the evening, I frequently meet her
after the market closes and we have an early dinner together.
Occasionally I arrange for a man to service Sandy during her dinner
break. Then she goes back to work and I go home to watch her on TV.
Wouldn't the station execs shit if they knew that their prize
talent had just fucked some complete stranger just an hour or two
before airtime. Hell, they'd probably have a bird if they knew she
wasn't wearing panties most of the time.

The key to our success is something as common in Colorado as surf
boards are in California. It's a ski mask. We happened on this
delightful discovery quite by accident while on a ski trip in Utah.
Sandy and I weren't married at the time, but I had proposed. Sandy
was working at one of the local news jobs I mentioned, and I was a
rep for a local brokerage house. We found ourselves suddenly facing
a crossroads in our relationship so we decided to go away for a few
days to think about it. One of the common interests that brought us
together was skiing, so that's the first thing we thought of when
"vacation" was mentioned. 

Before I continue I should mention that Sandy has had a tremendous
sexual appetite for as long as I've known her. We ended up in bed
on our first date. In fact, on our first date we never got out of
her apartment. We fucked for the entire evening. I found out months
later that she had a small group of guys whose discretion she
trusted, and she got together with each of them regularly. At first
I was just another member of that select group. Apparently none of
us knew about any of the others. Although she was busy at least half of
the times that I asked her out over the next few months, I didn't
think a lot about what that might mean. I took her excuse of job
conflicts at their face value. We didn't have any special
understanding although in my own mind I guess I hoped we did. I
knew I wasn't interested in dating anyone else. What was really
going on hit me square in the face one night when I decided to pay
an unannounced call on her. This was strictly against her explicit
wishes, but I thought she would appreciate my call since it was her
birthday. Boy, was I in for a surprise.

Not only was Sandy not amused when she came to the door, but she
seemed very nervous and upset as well. She was wearing only a robe
and looked like she had just gotten out of bed...which in fact she
had. As she took the roses that I'd brought her, I heard a male
voice calling from her bedroom "Sandy, would you get back in here.
You can't leave me like this."

"Ooops, sounds like you have company," I said as Sandy turned ten
shades of red. "I'll call you later," I continued as I turned and
headed out the door.

"Ed, I'm sorry," she said, "but I asked you to never come over
without calling first."

"True," I agreed. "I'm sorry for having bothered you. I'll call you
tomorrow. OK?"

Well, I tried to call Sandy the next day...and the next...and the
next. It seemed she was never home and wouldn't return my calls.
Obviously I'd upset her. I felt really bad because I had become
very fond of her and sort of hoped that our relationship might be
heading somewhere. Strangely I wasn't particularly upset that I'd
caught her with another guy. I just didn't want our relationship to
end.

Finally after a week of leaving conciliatory messages on her
machine with no result, I decided to risk breaking another of her
absolute rules. I went down to the TV station where she worked and
waited outside for her to leave. I had a thousand butterflies in my
stomach as the time approached when her stint on the air was over
and she'd be coming out that door.

The scene when Sandy spotted me waiting for her was not a pretty
one. She flew into a rage.

"Ed, what in the world is wrong with you. First you come to my
apartment unannounced and now you come here. Do you need a hearing
aid? I meant what I said about both things. Now get out of here."

"Sandy, I know the rules. I apologized several times about coming
to your place. You wouldn't even return my calls. I came here
tonight because it was the only way I knew to at least make contact
with you. Sandy, I miss you! Please don't shut me out like this."

"Aw, come on Ed. There are lots of women you can go to bed with.
I'm not the only one," Sandy replied coldly.

"That's not what's upsetting me. It's not just the sex that I'm
interested in."

"Oh yeah. Then what is it?" she asked impatiently. 

"It's you, Sandy. I'm afraid I'm...," I started to say before she
cut me off.

"None of that romance bullshit, Ed. I couldn't begin to count the
number of times I've been told that by guys whose only interest is
in getting in my pants. That's why I'm so damn careful about who I
go out with. You just happened to be lucky...or maybe it was
unlucky...that I was in the right mood the first time you asked me
out. Look, I'm getting cold. I didn't wear a coat today because I
didn't expect to be standing out here on the street talking. Just
let it go Ed. You'll be fine...and if you really do feel that way
you'll be a lot happier too in the long run."

Well, I wouldn't let go that easily and finally in order to get in
out of the cool night air, Sandy invited me home with her. We had
a long talk and some very interesting things came to light.

"Ed, I really don't know how to tell you this any other way. I'm
torn by this horrible dilemma. I have an image to maintain which
for most people wouldn't be a problem. It is a problem for me
because I love sex. I just can't seem to get enough. You should
have noticed that by the way I acted on our first date. Now, keep
in mind that I don't do that often with many men, but sometimes
when I think I can trust the guy, I do. You just happened to be
somebody I thought I could trust. I still think I can. Otherwise I
wouldn't be telling you this. It could ruin my career."

"Yes, Sandy, you can trust me," I assured her, "but I'd like to
know one thing. Are all the men in your life, however many there
may be, strictly there for sex or are any of the relationships more
involved than that?"

"Just sex Ed. Now I know how horrible that may sound, but I'm being
honest with you. You are the only man I've been seeing recently
that isn't married. That's even more horrible, I suppose, but I
made that decision very deliberately. Married men who give every
indication of loving their wives are a better risk as far as
discretion goes...at least as far as I'm concerned. They have too
much at stake to go around shooting off their mouths about banging
that blonde on TV. I've been a little concerned about you though.
You caught me in a weak moment when none of my other friends had
been available for more than a week, and, believe me, I was horny
as hell.

"I was just beginning to feel safe in our relationship when you
made that bonehead visit on my birthday. That mistake apparently
has cost me two guys."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "I'm still here and very much
interested. I don't know who else you're speaking of."

"The guy who was here that night hasn't called back and won't
return my phone calls either. He left right after you did. He
apparently peeked out the bedroom door just as you left. He saw me
standing there with the roses. I think he suffered a combination
jealousy and panic attack."

"Jeez, I'm really sorry," I said. "I guess I screwed up even more
than I realized. I guess I've also been extremely naive. I sort of
thought...and hoped...that we had something going which was more
than the sex."

"Well, now that you know about what sort of woman I really am, I'm
sure that hope is history...not that I don't find the idea sort of
appealing. You know, Ed, I've thought a lot about the possibility
of getting serious with some guy, but I realize that I have to make
a choice. I can't have a serious relationship with any man and
still enjoy the sex I crave and need. I haven't figured out yet how
I'm going to reconcile that with my future career plans. I know
that as I become better known I'll have a harder and harder time
keeping my sexual side a secret."

I felt crushed. Sandy was right about my being able to find other
women to go to bed with. That's never been much of a problem. I had
been honest with her when I said that I hoped there was more to our
relationship than sex. I was pretty surprised to learn of the
unspecified number of other men in her life. Things suddenly got
very complicated and I needed time to think about it. I told Sandy
this.

"Sandy, I promise you that I won't in any way jeopardize your
career or break the trust you have placed in me by telling me all
of this. I want you to promise me something too, though."

"What's that?" she asked.

"I want you to promise to return my phone calls if I call you
again. If I do call you again, I assure you it won't be just
because I'm horny and want to get laid. You're right about that. I
can get that taken care of lots of other places. If I call you
again it's because I want to talk to you some more about the other
parts of our relationship. OK?"

As I walked to the door Sandy gave me a kiss. "It sort of sounds
like this is goodbye then, Ed," she said. "I'm sorry things didn't
turn out the way you had hoped. Better luck next time." There was
a tear in the corner of her eye. We suddenly put our arms around
each other and held on tightly until I broke loose and silently
went out the door. I think we both went to sleep that night feeling
pretty bad.

For the next two weeks I couldn't get Sandy and what she'd told me
out of my mind. The night after our talk I found that I couldn't
take seeing her on TV and changed the channel. I tried several more
times to catch her segment but kept finding it too painful whenever
she came on. I really missed Sandy. I didn't even think about sex,
and that was pretty abnormal for me.

One Friday night as I sat watching another channel, I looked down
at my watch. "It's time for Sandy's spot," I thought to myself as
I felt a sudden flash of grief. "This is really silly. Why the hell
don't you call her, you jerk," I said to myself.

"Sandy, this is Ed," I told her answering machine. "Please call me
when you can." I hadn't finished speaking when I heard Sandy's
voice.

"Ed, I'm so glad you called. You know I was almost ready to call
you," she said. It was so great to hear her voice.

"What in the world are you doing at home this time of day?" I
asked.

"Oh, I've been out sick the last couple of days," she replied. "I
take it you weren't watching."

"No, I couldn't," I admitted. "I've tried several times but it's
just too painful. I really miss you."

"I miss you too Ed," Sandy replied. "If you aren't busy, why don't
you come over. I'd like to see you."

I didn't wait for a second invitation. I was at Sandy's place in
twenty minutes.  Five minutes later we were in her bed. It felt
really good making love to this woman again. We never did get to
talk to each other that night. We played until we were so exhausted
we couldn't do it any more. Then we both collapsed and fell asleep.
Neither of us awoke until the next morning. 

"Oh my gawd," Sandy exclaimed when she realized what had happened.
"I've never had a man stay overnight before. I hope none of my
neighbors noticed. Well, I guess it's too late to worry about that
now, but when you do leave try not to let anyone see you. OK?"

"OK," I said with a laugh. I kissed her and held her close to me.
"Sandy, what are we going to do about us?" I pondered. 

"I don't know Ed," she replied. "I'm having a hard time just
understanding the idea of 'us.' I sure did miss you though. I'm so
glad you finally called. I was getting really depressed and it was
starting to show in my work. The news director noticed it too. He
told me to take a couple of days off. I guess he thought I was just
a little burned out."

Sandy and I talked for the entire day about our relationship. The
good part of our discussion was that neither of us became angry.
The bad part was that neither of us could really understand or
explain the fact that I wasn't particularly upset about Sandy's
need for sex with a variety of partners. It wasn't nearly as much
of a problem for me as it was for Sandy.

"Ed, there's something about all of this that just doesn't ring
true," Sandy confided.

"What's that?"

"How come the other men in my life don't seem to bother you more
than they do? Either you're hiding your feelings about that from me
or you really don't care as much about me as you claim. Those are
the only explanations I can think of."

"Well, that question does puzzle me too a bit," I confessed. "It's
not for either of those reasons though. I'm sure of that. Maybe
it's just because the only thing I can think of right now is how
much I've missed you and want to be back together with you again.
Maybe if I was more certain about my relationship with you I'd feel
differently about the others. I really just don't know."

Neither one of us knew and we finally agreed to leave it at that
for the time being. Sandy and I began to see each other regularly
again. She still insisted that I not make unannounced calls at her
apartment. It wasn't because she wanted to hide what she was doing
from me...in fact she began telling me about many of her dates. She
just didn't want to scare off any more of her lovers. I understood
and accepted that.

As our relationship continued, it began to evolve in a most
surprising way. I began to find myself more and more interested in
what Sandy was doing with her other "friends" and started to ask a
lot of specific questions about each date. That fact was unusual
enough, but the other thing we both found surprising as we talked
about it later was that she became comfortable telling me about
them. She began to intimately describe each of their cocks. She
told me about what each of them particularly liked to do. I could
tell from the way she talked about them which ones were favorites
of hers. She really looked forward to her once a month dates with
one guy who had a rather small cock, because he loved to fuck her
in the ass.

"I've tried that with a couple of others," she said one night, "but
they both were larger and hurt like hell. I finally had to tell
each of them to stop. I was pretty disappointed though. I really
like doing that once in a while."

One night as Sandy was telling me about what the guy who'd just
left her apartment had done with her, I mentioned that I was
getting hard hearing about it.

"You know, I'm getting turned on again myself," she admitted.
"That's sort of weird, isn't it."

We continued to talk until we were both so horny we had to do
something.

"If this goes on one more minute, you're going to have to come over
here and do something about it," Sandy finally said. 

Although it was already very late, I took that as an invitation,
and in just a few minutes I was ramming my hard cock into my future
wife's cum filled cunt. We both enjoyed that episode so much that
we agreed to repeat it whenever possible. This soon meant that
instead of the typical one evening a week that we had committed to
each other, we were getting together at least twice a week and
often more.

Sandy and I had just gotten settled into our new bizarre but
satisfying arrangement when she was confronted with having to make
a bitter/sweet choice. She was offered the job as an investigative
reporter. This meant relocating, and relocating meant giving up all
of her lovers that she'd grown to count on. It also forced a
decision in our relationship.

We both realized the monumental nature of this decision and its
consequences for both of us.

"This will put me in a position where I'd be very foolish to
attempt to maintain the sort of lifestyle I've been enjoying here,"
Sandy said sounding depressed.

I saw this as an opportunity to move to cement our relationship. I
proposed to Sandy.

"Ed, in many ways I'd really love to be married to you," she
replied. "Then when I think about what I've been doing I realize
that being monogamous just isn't for me."

"I'm asking you to marry me," I said. "I didn't say anything about
being monogamous, although from the way you've been talking that
seems like a matter of necessity in the future."

The matter was still unresolved when Sandy's last day at her old
job came. She had some vacation time coming so we decided to use
them to get away for a few days to think things out. We both felt
some cold mountain air would clear our heads. I also hoped that a
few days for the two of us to be alone might help Sandy see things
my way. Neither of us were prepared for what happened.

On the second day on the mountain I happened to see Sandy chatting
with one of the ski instructors. She was wearing one of those ski
masks that covered her beautiful face completely. Later that night
I mentioned it to her. She said that she'd found him very
attractive and considering how horny she was, she'd thought about
seducing him. 

"I guess this trip may be my last chance to do things like that,"
she admitted. "If you weren't here with me, I'd have done it."

"Don't let me spoil your fun," I replied. "Remember, I've never
objected to what you've been doing. I'm not about to object now.
Besides when I saw you talking with the guy today, I got a great
idea. This would be a great opportunity to try it out."

"What's that?" she asked, her curiosity aroused.

I mentioned her mask to her and suggested that the next day she
find an opportunity to take the instructor to some private place
and fuck him while keeping her mask on. With him it might not be
necessary, but it would be a way to find out how comfortable she
was with this sort of anonymous sex. Sandy loved the idea.

"Ed, that's a marvelous idea," she replied excitedly, "but are you
sure you won't mind? I wonder where we could do it?" she continued.

"Why don't you bring him up here," I suggested referring to our
motel room. "Do him right here in our bed. I've slept in a wet spot
before."

We both laughed and I could tell Sandy was really excited about our
plan. I was excited too. We had a great hour of sex before we went
to sleep that night. By ten o'clock the next morning Sandy had
acted on our plan, and she and the ski instructor were in our room
getting it on. I waited anxiously at the lodge for her report.

"Wow!" she exclaimed when she finally appeared in the coffee shop
nearly an hour later. "Thank you, darling. That was a marvelous
idea."

Sandy and I had just stumbled upon the solution to her dilemma.
We...I should say she...tried this routine again the next morning
with a different guy. 

"It worked perfectly," she said gleefully after her second
successful seduction in two days. "I need to wash my mask tonight
though."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"It's got cum all over it," she said with a laugh. "He pulled out
when I was giving him a blowjob and he came all over my face...or
my mask, rather. It's too bad. It would have been a lot of fun if
the mask hadn't been in the way. I love messy cum shots."

Sandy and I went back out for another run before taking a lunch
break. When we met in the lodge again, Sandy was still beaming from
her earlier rendezvous.

"Ed, I can't thank you enough for the wonderful mask idea. At least
I can have one last fling before I have to change my act," she
said.

"Sandy, if you use a mask, why would you have to change anything?"
I asked.

"Well, people don't normally wear ski masks in Georgia," she
replied. "In fact a ski mask would just draw more attention."

"True, but you could still wear a mask when you're in bed with the
men," I replied.

"And how will I get them there?" she countered. "Do I just start
calling up names in the phone book?"

"I have an idea," I suggested. "After we eat let's get you another
mask and then you go back to our rooms and wait. I'll find a man to
come fuck you. When he comes to the door put on the mask before you
let him in. How does that sound?"

"Interesting," Sandy answered. "Veerrry interesting."

"Good. That means you'll try it?"

"Well, you will be careful about who you send, won't you? I mean I
don't want any creeps or nasty ones."

"I'll do my best. Do you have any special requests?" I asked.

"How about that blonde guy over there," Sandy said as she licked
her lips. "He looks like he would do very nicely. He doesn't seem
to be getting very far with that teenage bimbo he's been trying to
hustle for the last half hour."

Well, we rushed through our lunch and then went to the pro shop to
get another mask. "Now don't get this one all messed up," I said
with a laugh as I send Sandy back to our room. I went off to find
Adonis.

I wasn't sure how I was going to approach a complete stranger with
the proposition that he go to some motel room on the promise that
a sexy woman was waiting there to please him. It turned out to be
much easier than I could have hoped. The guy was still sitting in
the cafe trying to get somewhere with the "bimbo" that Sandy had
referred to earlier. I went up to his table and asked if I could
talk to him for a second. He obliged readily and I simply told him
that if he was interested in a great lay, there was a woman in room
1038 of the Red Lodge motel who wanted to show him a good time like
he'd never had before. I told him I could vouch for her sexual
expertise because I'd just been with her this morning. He left so
quickly that I wasn't sure if he was on his way there or if he was
just running away from me.

"I think he's on his way," I said when I got Sandy on the phone.
"He left here in a hurry so he may be there any minute."

"Who is he?" she asked.

"The guy you pointed out," I said triumphantly. "He seemed to lose
interest in the girl pretty quickly when I talked to him. He didn't
even bother to tell her he was leaving. I think she's still sitting
there at the table."

"Oh my gawd," Sandy replied. "You can't imagine what it's like
sitting here knowing what's about to happen."

"I hope you have fun. Are you undressed and ready?"

"Yes."

"Do you have the mask ready?"

"It's already on. I'm ready...Oops, I gotta go. He's at the door.
I'll see you there later. OK?"

"Why don't you wait there for me. I'll come back in an hour."

"Whatever you say. I have to get the door before the guy leaves.
Bye sweetheart. I love you."

I waited anxiously for the next hour. It seemed to go so slowly.
Finally with ten minutes to go, I started walking to the motel. As
I approached our motel I saw a guy in a bright blue ski jacket
coming out. I was quite certain it was the Sandy's new lover. He
began walking toward me, apparently heading back to the lodge. I
thought about trying to avoid him, but decided instead to see what
he might say if he recognized me. When we were within a few steps
of one another he broke into a big smile.

"Hey, buddy, you were sure right about that woman in 1038. I
figured you were probably just jerking my chain, but she was one
helluva fuck. Are you her husband?"

"No," I replied, "but I sure would like to be."

"Well, if you're heading up there, you'd better watch it then. She
just told me I had to leave because her husband was due to come
back any minute," the guy advised. "But I sure do thank you for
your tip. By the way, was she wearing a mask when you did her this
morning?"

"Yep, she sure was," I lied.

"Strange sort of deal," he went on. "Sorta would have liked to see
what her face looked like. The rest of her was sure nice though.
She gave an incredible blowjob in spite of the mask. That was the
best one I've ever had," he concluded.

"I noticed that too," I responded continuing my fib. "She does give
great head."

"A lot better than my secretary," he replied. "Speaking of her, I'd
better get back to the lodge. I hope she's still there, but it
wouldn't surprise me if she's gone."

"Take care, and good luck with your girlfriend," I said as I turned
to continue to our room. I already knew that the woman the guy was
with at lunch was still in the lodge, but after he left her with no
explanation she'd moved to the bar where she'd gotten pretty
sloshed.

As I approached our room I thought about knocking, but decided
instead to let myself in. I hoped that I'd find Sandy still lying
on the bed where I assumed that her new friend had left her only
minutes before. I was delighted to find her lying exactly as he had
left her. She was lying on her back with her thighs spread apart as
though she was waiting to be fucked. She still had the mask on. She
was an incredible sight.

"I'm glad you got here so quickly," Sandy said as I approached the
bed. "The guy was fun, but he didn't satisfy me completely. I still
need more."

"Well, from the looks of the stream of cum I see dripping from your
pussy, it looks like he left satisfied. He sounded like it too," I
went on as I stood staring at Sandy's recently fucked cunt.

"What do you mean 'sounded like it'?" she asked.

"I ran into him just outside as I walked up. He said you were a
'helluva fuck'. He also told me your husband was about to return so
I guess if we're going to do anything, we'd best do it quickly so
we don't get caught."

"Yeah, I did say that," Sandy said with a laugh. "I decided that
was the only way to get him to leave. I think otherwise he might
have stayed for another hour. He must not have had any for a while.
He fucked me twice and was hard again almost immediately. I finally
gave him a blowjob so he didn't have to go away with a hard on."

"It was the best one he's ever had, so he told me," I said with a
grin." I was intrigued by having been referred to by Sandy as her
husband, but I was more intrigued by the sight of her inviting
pose. I cut our conversation short by climbing between her open
thighs and leaning forward to eat her hot dripping slit. Sandy must
not have been watching as I approached her because she gasped and
jumped when she felt my tongue touch her lips.

"Ed! What are you doing?" she asked in surprise. "Don't do that.
I'm a mess down there."

I ignored her admonition and eagerly began eating Sandy's cum-
filled cunt. I was almost as surprised as she was at my action, but
I quickly found that I really loved the way she tasted. She soon
forgot her self-consciousness about her condition and began
responding to my efforts. I was able to make her cum once before I
climbed up over her and rammed my cock into her still sopping wet
vagina. More of her previous lover's cum oozed out past my cock as
it filled her. I fucked her for several minutes before we turned
over so she could be on top. Then we both came more vigorously than
I can ever recall either of us having cum before.

"Ohhhh, Ed, that was wonderful. I really do love you. You're the
best," Sandy whispered as she lay on my chest trying to catch her
breath.

The two of us never did get back to the slopes that day. After we'd
recovered and relaxed a bit, we both sensed a need to talk.

"I'd like to take your referring to me as your husband as your
acceptance of my proposal," I said as we laid in bed holding each
other.

"Are you serious?" Sandy asked doubtfully. "Are you really
interested in marrying me? I just find that very hard to believe.
I mean you know that less than an hour ago another man was here in
this very bed doing things to me that a married woman could never
be a part of."

"Of course I know all about that. I've known about many of the
other men you've been in bed with over the past couple of years. I
have no problem with your continuing that sort of activity, and I
think with the ski mask idea you may just be able to do that and
still maintain your professional reputation. But you couldn't do
that sort of thing without me."

"Why not?" Sandy replied. "I mean not that I necessarily would want
to do it without you, but why couldn't I...if I chose?"

"Are you going to go out wearing a ski mask when you want to pick
someone up?" I asked. "I should think that might be just a little
awkward. The first place you enter will think you're a robber and
call the cops. No, you need someone who can line up the men for you
from now on, unless you want to run the risk of doing it like you
used to do it before."

"I guess you're right," Sandy said as she realized her predicament.
"Of course, I could turn down the new job and find another small
town where I wouldn't be so widely known..."

"You really think you could go on like that?" I asked. "You can't
afford to pass up too many chances like this. Breaks don't come
along that often."

Sandy and I talked until late in the evening. She kept coming back
to the question of how I could want her as a wife while she
continued her sexual escapades. Finally she quit arguing and
questioning me, and we both sat quietly for quite awhile. She
appeared deep in thought. I really don't know what I may have said,
or what might have triggered her change of heart, but she suddenly
jumped up from the couch and said "Alright. Let's do it."

I was delighted! Sandy was quite happy about her decision too. We
decided to celebrate by going out for champagne and a nice dinner. 

"Where and when do you think we should do it?" I asked after I
toasted our future as a couple.

"I'd like to do it soon," Sandy replied, "and I have no desire for
a big splashy wedding. Something quiet and private is more my style
I guess. You may not understand this, but I've spent a lot of time
thinking about this ever since you first suggested it," she
continued. "Every time I do, I have this recurring fear about some
guy jumping up at the ceremony and objecting when the preacher says
the 'if anyone knows any reason why this couple...' bit. Funny,
isn't it?"

We both laughed as Sandy continued "I guess I pay a higher price
than I realize for the way I live. I'm not sure if it's my
conscience bothering me, or just my fear of being found out."

"Would you like to go to Las Vegas?" I asked, partly in jest.

"Yes!" Sandy replied quickly. "That's a great idea. Let's go
tomorrow. You up to it?"

"Sure," I said as I tried to hide my surprise. "Shall we tell our
families now or afterward?"

"Afterward. That way no one will feel like they should try to get
there...and no one can show up to object," my fiance replied with
a smile.

I excused myself under the pretense of going to the men's room. I
found a phone and in less than five minutes I'd made the necessary
plane and hotel reservations.

"It's all set," I announced as I returned to the table. We leave at
ten tomorrow morning. We get to Las Vegas just after noon. We have
rooms at the MGM Grand. We stay there for three nights before
flying home. The concierge at the hotel is getting an appointment
for us at a wedding chapel.

"You don't waste any time do you," Sandy said with a smile. "I love
you, Ed. I don't tell you that as often as I think it. I going to
try to change that."

By four o'clock the next afternoon we were Mr. and Mrs. Edmund
Karnes. We went directly back to our room and called our families.
They were all surprised, although less so than I would have
expected. My parents knew how I felt about Sandy, so my
announcement wasn't a great shock. Our way of doing it was more of
a surprise because I wasn't usually so impetuous. Sandy's parents
weren't all that surprised either. That was a revelation to me.

"Sandy's told us a lot about you, Ed," her mother said to me. "I
sort of thought this might be about to happen." I was stunned by
the realization that my bride had been that interested in me. It
was a good sign.

Sandy and I finished our calls just as room service arrived with a
bottle of champagne. We toasted our marriage, each other and our
families before I took my new wife in my arms and pulled her to the
bed. 

"The first time is mine," I announced as I started to unbutton
Sandy's dress.

"I knew you'd get possessive once we tied the knot," Sandy giggled
as she began to remove my shirt. 

My wife and I enjoyed a fantastic first fuck as a married couple.
The bottle of champagne came in handy as we used it liberally on
each other during a wild session of oral sex. After we'd brought
each other off with our mouths we decided to take a shower
together. This was something we'd never done before, and in the
spacious shower of our room we had a great time ending in a
passionate fuck. As Sandy hung on my body with her arms around my
neck and her legs wrapped around my waist as she bounced up and
down on my cock, I pumped her full of cum. 

"I'll bet the next guy can't top that," I boasted as we took turns
drying each other off.

"That was wonderful," Sandy agreed, "but I want you to know,
darling, that none of my lovers will ever top you." 

After our love-making we got dressed and went down for another
celebration dinner. I didn't say anything to Sandy, but I was
already thinking about finding a strange cock to fuck my new bride.
I watched her carefully while we ate hoping that her eyes would
give me a clue about a man she found interesting. There were no
obvious clues during dinner, but as soon as we went into the casino
to play a little blackjack I noticed Sandy's attentions focusing on
a tall dark-haired guy at the next table. 

"Do you see anyone that catches your eye?" I asked non-challantly.

"Oh heavens no!" Sandy replied emphatically. "This is my wedding
night. I couldn't do anything like that. I can wait until
tomorrow, at least," she continued with a sly grin.

"We'll see about that," I thought to myself. I knew that my wife's
pussy was getting wet as she continued stealing glances at her new
interest. Fortunately this guy appeared to be alone. He also didn't
appear to notice my wife's interest. This was good because
otherwise it might be too easy for him to figure out who she was if
I was successful in getting him up to our room.

We played for a couple of hours before Sandy announced that she was
tired and wanted to go back to our room. I happened to be on a hot
streak at the time so I asked to stay down for a bit longer to
capitalize on it. I really had no interest in playing more
blackjack, and as soon as Sandy left the casino floor I went off in
search of the guy who'd caught her eye. He had left the neighboring
table an hour or so earlier, and I had no idea where he might be or
if he was even still in this casino. The place was really crowded
so my search went slowly. As I looked, I pondered what approach I'd
use if I found him.

I was beginning to fear that the man had left when I saw him at a
craps table. I found a spot on the opposite side of the table where
I could watch him for a bit before attempting my approach. My prey
seemed to have his attentions divided between the action on the
table and some action that he was hoping to start with a very
attractive woman on his right. She didn't appear to be very
receptive however. Her smile slowly disappeared and finally turned
to a scowl. I expected her to leave any second. Instead another man
suddenly appeared at her side. They must have been married or at
least a couple. She quickly turned her back on Mr. X whose face was
a picture of disappointment. 

I moved around the table quickly and forced my way in between Mr.
X and his recently missed target. I struck up a conversation about
how his luck was running, and before I knew it I'd persuaded him
that sexual paradise awaited him upstairs. He must have really been
horny because he wasted no time heading for the elevator. I
practically ran to find a phone.

"Hi honey," I said as Sandy picked up the phone. "There is a
surprise on the way up. You'd better find the mask and get it on
quickly. He'll be there any minute."

"Oh my gawd," was all Sandy could say.

"I'll be up in an hour," I concluded as I hung up the phone.

I went back to the blackjack table and tried to play again. I
couldn't concentrate and made a couple of dumb plays before I
decided to move over to the slot machines. I mindlessly dumped
quarters into the machines and pulled the handle while images of my
new wife getting her first extra-marital fuck raced through my
mind.

It seemed like an hour had passed when I checked my watch. The guy
had been gone only twenty minutes. Again the wait was painfully
long. Finally after forty-five minutes I decided to head upstairs
and wait down the hall from our room. From there I could see the
guy come out and head for the elevator. 

As I stood waiting for an elevator to take me up to our floor, I
suddenly felt very nervous. I really didn't want to run into the
guy again. Although it would be fun to talk to him and get his
reaction after he'd enjoyed my wife's sexual expertise like I'd
done with the guy yesterday, I was afraid that somehow the
anonymity of the situation might be jeopardized if he saw me
heading toward the place of his rendezvous. I can't really explain
why, but I've felt that way ever since that momentous evening. I
have been successful in avoiding being seen again by my wife's
hundreds of lovers on all but two occasions. When I'm recruiting
men to service Sandy I've been careful to never identify her as my
wife. Sandy and I agree that it's best if the question of a
possible relationship between us be left unanswered. 

I managed to get up to our floor without running into the guy. I
ducked into a side corridor which gave me a view of anyone getting
on or off the elevator. I stood there and waited for him to leave.
After what seemed like an hour, he still hadn't appeared. I checked
my watch and found that he had now been with my wife for just over
an hour and five minutes. I waited another ten minutes while I
debated whether to find a house phone so I could call her or just
go to the room on the premise that he must have already left. Just
as I'd made up my mind to find a house phone, I heard a door close
down the hall. I peeked around the corner as my heart raced. It was
my bride's lover. He looked well fucked. I was surprised that he
hadn't made more of an effort to get himself back together, but
that wasn't my problem. I just wanted to get into our room and into
Sandy's cum filled cunt.

I opened the door to our room just as my wife came out of the
bathroom. She had removed the mask so she was completely nude.

"Well, my sexy wife, did you have fun?" I asked. "You sure look
like you did."

"It was fantastic! Thank you darling." Sandy replied as she put her
arms around my neck and kissed me. I returned her kiss as I reached
down and ran my fingers through her slit. It was a gooey wet mess.

"How many loads are in here?" I asked.

"Why don't you count them and see," she taunted me.

I eagerly accepted my wife's challenge as I laid her down on the
bed and began to eat her pussy. I'd never found her so filled with
cum before. I licked and sucked vigorously for several minutes
before coming up for air. She came once in the process.

"There are three loads in there," I said taking a wild guess.

"How did you figure that out?" she replied in surprise.

"To be honest, I didn't, but there was more cum in there than I've
ever found before so I just guessed."

"Good guess," she replied.

That night I fucked my bride two more times before we finally fell
asleep. I couldn't believe that I had fucked her four times in that
first day of marriage. She'd also been fucked three times by
someone else. This was an auspicious beginning to our unique style
of marriage.

The next two days found us doing more of the same. The day after
the wedding I found two different men to go upstairs to fuck my
wife. Sandy and I'd agreed that I would call the room after an hour
to see if the coast was clear rather than repeat yesterday's
complication. It worked much better. I sent the second man up
minutes after the first had left. I warned him that he might be
getting sloppy seconds but he didn't seem to mind. Then I went up
and enjoyed very sloppy thirds. 

I thought about trying it one more time that evening but Sandy
begged off. "I'd rather go see a nice show tonight. I'm temporarily
fucked out," she admitted. "Bet you never thought you'd hear me say
that," she laughed.

"I thought that's what was supposed to happen on a honeymoon," I
replied.

The concierge got us tickets to see Bill Cosby that night and we
both enjoyed him a lot. Afterward we played a few hands of
blackjack before going back to the room. I was getting horny again
so we enjoyed one more fuck before falling asleep.

The next day we decided to spent some time sightseeing. While we
ate breakfast in our room, we perused a couple of the free tourist
newspapers that we'd picked up along the street the day before,
looking for unusual things to see. An ad in one of the papers
caught Sandy's attention.

"Hmmm, this sounds interesting," my wife commented as she read the
ad.

"What's that?" I asked.

"'Ladies. Let me massage away your tensions. In-room service by
well-built and well-equipped college student. Complete satisfaction
guaranteed. Call 555-1279. Available 24 hours.' That's what." 

"Do you want a massage?"

"Well," my horny wife replied, "I was sort of hoping for more than
just a massage."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea. But would you mind if I hide in
the closet and watch? I'd love see it happen and not just hear
about it."

Sandy was quite reluctant at first but finally agreed to at least
give it a try once. 

"I guess I owe it to you if that's what you really want," she
reasoned.

Sandy called the number and made the arrangements. I didn't listen
to her conversation but I did notice her giggle a couple of times.

"Well, it's all set for two-thirty this afternoon," she announced
when she hung up. "I hope you're ready for a surprise."

I tried to get my wife to explain her comment, but she wouldn't
discuss the matter any more.

"You wanted to do this so now you'll just have to wait and see,"
was her taunting reply.

At two-thirty we were waiting in the room for her masseur to
arrive. Sandy was wearing only a robe and her mask. I had put a
chair in the closet where I could sit and get a great view of
whatever went on on the bed.

There was a knock on the door at precisely two-thirty. I gave Sandy
a kiss and said "Have fun."

"You too," she replied as she headed for the door. I ducked into
the closet and sat down.

I couldn't see the door from my vantage point so I didn't realize
what was going on at first. I could hear voices and it sounded
suspiciously like I heard two men speaking at once but I couldn't
be sure.  Then a man walked into view. He was black. "So that's my
surprise," I thought. Just then another man appeared. He was also
black. WOW! This was a surprise. I was going to see my wife do two
men...two black men. This, to my knowledge, was a first for her.

The guys discussed the financial arrangements briefly and then I
saw Sandy hand them some cash. She hadn't told me what this was
going to cost, but whatever it was I sure wasn't about to object.
I did hear her say something about her mask. One of the men said
that was no problem. Then the guys started to undress. Sandy
removed her robe and sat down on the edge of the bed. The men
looked her over as they finished stripping. They left on their
shorts but I could see that they were both already sporting
erections and they looked big.

Sandy got things started by beckoning the closest one to her. I
watched carefully as she reached for the top of his shorts and
began to slip them down. She did it very slowly...she told me later
she wanted to tease me a little. Anyhow, at first I saw just the
head of a large black cock and then the rest of the organ appeared.
She pulled the shorts down to his thighs and then in a flash she
had his cock in her mouth. 

The sight of this black rod disappearing through the opening of my
wife's mask and into her mouth was fantastic. I had to bite my
tongue to keep from moaning from the pleasure of seeing another
man's cock in my wife's mouth for the first time. I know that
dozen's of cocks had been there before, but I'd never had the
incredible pleasure of watching. I was in for a torrid afternoon. 

Sandy sucked this cock for a couple of minutes while the guy's
partner stroked his own. It looked to be at least as big. Then she
moved up onto the bed and spread her thighs and told the first guy
"eat my cunt."

I had never heard Sandy use that word and I felt my cock twitch
when she spoke. She ordered the other guy to move up onto the bed
so she could suck him. I watched this oral action closely and
waited for the real fun to begin. I wanted to see one of those
black monsters fuck my wife. I didn't have to wait long because I'm
sure Sandy was as anxious to feel it as I was to see it.

"Lie down here so you can fuck me," she curtly commanded the guy
who had been eating her. "I want to feel that big dick of yours in
me."

The real fun was about to start. I watched as the guy laid down on
his back beside Sandy. Then she threw her leg over his body and
reached back to guide his huge pole in. Sandy must have been
thinking of me because she was in the perfect position for me to
see every detail of the action. I watched as a dark pole slowly
pressed apart my wife's lips and then disappeared in her. It was a
sight that took my breath away. For the first time, but fortunately
not the last, I was actually getting to see my wife fuck another
man. The sensation was much, much more exciting than just hearing
about it.

As Sandy slowly began to rock back and forth on her new toy, I saw
her pussy lips forced in and then stretched out as they caressed
their new invader. The contrast of the hard dark piston and Sandy's
soft white lips was fantastic. I had to fight back a normal
response to such an erotic scene and even had to look away for a
few seconds to avoid cumming myself. Even as I sat with my eyes
closed I could hear my wife's moans and sighs of pleasure. The
moans grew steadily louder and then suddenly halted. I opened my
eyes just in time to see Sandy's body shake.

"Ooowwwhhhh," she howled in delight. The fucking had just begun and
my wife had already cum once. 

Sandy resumed her bouncing motion and her lover began to pump his
hips up and down to meet her. She now was taking all of his eight
or nine inches. Suddenly he stopped pumping and grabbed my wife's
waist.

"I want to fuck you like a dog," he announced as she pushed Sandy
off. She quickly got up on her hands and knees and I saw his large
black penis disappear into her love tunnel again. Now he controlled
the pace which got much, much faster. His hips were nearly a blur
as he pounded in and out of Sandy's cunt. I focused in on the
action between his pummeling cock and her pussy lips. Her lips
seems to be flapping in and out, they were moving so fast. Just
when I thought he had maxed out he slammed forward pushing his
entire cock into her. Then he held himself there. I could see his
balls pulsing as he shot his load into my wife's cunt.

When he had finished he collapsed forward pressing her down onto
the bed. 

"Ohhhh, baby," he muttered. "That was terrific. Your hot blonde
pussy is the greatest."

"He's sure got that right," I said to myself. "He'll never be so
lucky as to find another woman as worth the fucking as my new
wife."

"Hey guys," the other guy said. "Isn't it about my turn?" He leaned
over the bed and pushed his buddy off my wife. "All right now babe.
You are about to experience the very best. Which way would you like
it?"

Sandy reached out her hand and patted the bed beside her. "I want
to start again on top. OK?" she said.

"Fine with me lady," he replied as he hurried into position. "Just
let me have some of your hot pussy."

Again I felt on the verge of cumming when I heard this complete
stranger speak so crudely to my wife. I had to pinch the head of my
cock hard to keep from shooting a load of cum onto the closet
floor. I wanted to wait until I could add my load to the ones these
two men were depositing in Sandy.

Even as this second guy got ready to fuck her, Sandy was
considerate of me by being sure to get into position so that I
could clearly see him enter her. As she got ready to guide this
second hard black cock into her waiting cunt, I could see the first
guy's cum dripping from her. As she slid down his pole I saw more
cum leaking out around his rod as it filled my wife's vagina. 

Sandy came a second time as she rocked back and forth on her new
lover's pole. Then again the pace picked up and it didn't take him
long to blast a hot load deep in her loins. She continued her
rocking motion after he came and was able to cum a third time. 

I thought that once the men had each cum that they would probably
leave, but they obviously had no such intention. As soon as Sandy
recovered from her orgasm the first guy was kneeling right by her
head with his hand holding his cock out toward her.

"Suck my cock slut," he commanded. "Get my dick hard so I can fuck
your hot white pussy again."

Sandy didn't flinch. She eagerly went to work with her talented
mouth and had his rod brought back into working condition in just
a few minutes.

"This time I'm going to be on top," he declared as he rolled Sandy
over onto her back. Then he very unceremoniously got between her
legs and rammed into her. This time I had no direct view of his
cock as he entered her, but I knew quite well what was happening.
I could see the lower part of his cock whenever he pulled nearly
all the way out which he did every few strokes. He even pulled
nearly all the way out and stopped for a few seconds.

"Fuck me," Sandy begged when she feared he had quit. "I need you to
fuck me," she implored.

"Yes, slut. Beg me. Beg me to stick my dick in you."

"Please fuck me," my wife begged. "I need your cock."

The effect of my wife's words were more than I could handle. I
tried to hold back, but before I could stop, I shot my load against
the closet door. I was afraid at first that the commotion I made as
I tried to stop may have been heard, but fortunately all three of
them were too engrossed in what was going on on the bed.  When I'd
gathered my wits and looked back into the room, I noticed that
Sandy was vigorously rubbing her clit with her right hand. She was
close to cumming again and she acted for a second like she had to
sneeze.

"Ah...ah..ah..ahhhhhhh," she gasped as she was overcome by orgasm
number four. Her lover didn't even slow down. He even appeared to
quicken the pace slightly as he rammed into her. Then he gasped and
moaned as well.

By this time her alternate lover was hard again and he again pushed
his friend out of the way so he could have access to my wife's
dripping cunt. I couldn't actually see it at this point but I knew
it must be filled to overflowing.

As if she read my mind, Sandy turned over and got up on her hands
and knees again. Her cunt was indeed running over. I could see cum
filling her slit, covering her beaver and running down the inside
of her thighs. She certainly did look like a well-fucked slut...who
was about to get fucked some more.

As she was filled for the fourth time I could see more cum spilling
out around the hard black cock. As soon as he was in, lover number
two threw the throttle wide open and pounded mercilessly in and out
of Sandy. After he'd done this for a couple of minutes, he slowed
down and stroked in and out very gently and slowly. Then without
warning he went back to warp speed. He repeated that cycle three
times before he accomplished his objective. He shot his second load
into Sandy's already overfilled cunt. She and he held their
positions for a few moments after he'd finished, but when his
softening prick finally slipped out of her, I could see a wave of
cum come washing out as well.

I hoped that the men would now leave quickly and that Sandy would
stay there on the bed and wait for me. I had to have my turn with
her as soon as possible.

The two men both seemed in a daze as they gathered up their clothes
and got dressed. Sandy did just lie on the bed and watch them.

"Baby, you are one hot bitch," the first guy said.

"For sure," the second agreed. "I'll bet your husband would shit if
he knew what his hot wife has just been up to." 

"Don't tell him. OK?" Sandy said softly. "What he doesn't know,
won't hurt him. Anyhow, thanks guys for a fantastic massage. It was
the best I've ever had."

"You're welcome ma'am," one of them said. "Now be sure to call us
again next time you're back in town. In fact, next time you call
it'll be on us. OK?"

"Yeah. We'll do you again anytime for free," the first agreed.
"Mostly we get called by ugly old chicks whose husbands just want
to see their wives get laid."

"What?" Sandy said trying to sound surprised. "You mean their
husbands are there when you do it?"

"That's right ma'am. That's what happened yesterday, and I think
that's what's going to happen tonight, that is if we can get it up
again. You see we don't usually do the women more than once. You
were special."

Finally the men left and I was out of the closet in a flash as soon
as the door closed.

"That was fantastic," I exclaimed as I crawled up between my wife's
legs. "It was so hot that I came once and I couldn't stop myself."

"It was pretty hot for me too," my wife concurred. "In fact I don't
think this woman has ever been so well fucked."

"From the looks of your cunt, I must agree." I spent the next half
hour eating Sandy's pussy. When I'd done the job as well as I could
I jumped in the saddle and went to work depositing a load of my
own. She was pretty stretched out and still pretty sloppy, but I
got the job done with a little extra effort. When I finished we
were both so exhausted and satisfied that we fell asleep.

That evening was our last before flying home. We decided to have a
nice dinner and then spend the rest of our time together. No one
else would share our bed this last night in town. We talked a lot
about what happened on our trip and about what lay ahead for us.
Our lives were in the midst of a big change. In less than a week
Sandy would be starting a new job two thousand miles from home. 

The next few days were spent taking care of things that Sandy had
to get done before she could leave town. I would stay behind until
my business affairs were in order, and I then I'd transfer to our
company's office nearest Sandy's new job. 

Our minds were on things other than sex for most of the time that
we were apart, but one night Sandy and I were talking on the phone
and we each realized that we'd gone for nearly three weeks without
getting laid.

"That must be some sort of record for me," my wife lamented.
"That's a big adjustment to make after the non-stop sex we, or at
least I, had on our honeymoon. How soon do you think you can get
out here? I don't know if I can hold out much longer."

I was with her the very next weekend. I wasn't about to let her
find a way to return to her old habits without me involved. We
spent our first evening alone in bed but within twenty-four hours
of my arrival I'd gotten Sandy laid by another guy. He seemed to
think the ski mask was a bit eccentric, but he thought her pussy
was electric and he pumped it full twice before I savored the
sticky results.

"It's so nice to have you here," Sandy whispered as I cleaned her
up afterward. "I really missed you. I missed you even more than I
missed all of the sex...now isn't that a switch?"

"I missed you too, sweetheart," I replied, "and this is only one of
the reasons why I missed you."

Well, since then I've eaten more loads of other men's cum from my
wife's cunt than I could possibly count. I've arranged for her to
get laid in hotel rooms, limousines, taxis, fitting rooms in
department stores, restrooms in airports and office buildings, and
even outdoors in the park on nice evenings. Part of the fun of
doing what we've been doing is in the figuring out where to do it.
We've been very lucky because we've never been caught or even had
a close call.

Sandy and I do make a point of getting away several times a year
even if only for a weekend. These trips always include sex with
other men. We still love to ski and return to Colorado or Utah
three or four times a year. One of the main reasons for the
trip...other than getting Sandy laid...is to refresh our supply of
ski masks. It's amazing how quickly they wear out from being
laundered when they get full of cum. 

Next month we're going back to Las Vegas for a long weekend. We've
been there five or six times since we got married and each time we
call Lorn and Dan. These are the two black guys Sandy fucked on our
honeymoon. They now know her as the mask lady. I still hide in the
closet and watch and I still have to work very hard to keep from
cumming when I see their big black cocks pumping into my wife's
cunt. They still don't know I'm there.

A couple of years ago we did something that makes the contrast of
their black dicks against the white skin of her pussy even more
dramatic. We shaved her. I love her smooth look and the way her
pussy feels to my tongue. I especially love seeing her bare lips
caress the thrusting cocks of her lovers. I find ways to watch her
as often as possible.

Right now I'm in the den in our home watching my wife's newscast.
Earlier this evening I hid in the closet of a hotel room downtown
and watched her get fucked. Words can't adequately describe the
thrill I feel seeing my very professional looking wife sitting
there reading the news while another man's cum drips from her cunt.
She looks so calm and cool. No one would guess.

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an original story by Lingus