Ben has posted regarding his visit to our home where he got his cock sucked by my wife Sharon. He also fucked her a couple of times and came on her face.
I think the most interesting part of the visit was when he and I walked in on my wife getting fucked by one of her lovers, Bob. Need more details? Look for Ben's postings about his few hours visit.
When Ben left to return home, things were pretty tense between Sharon and me. I had known for several months that she and Bob were having an affair behind my back, but when Ben and I walked in to find Bob's big cock pounding my wife's cunt, that was the true beginning of the end.
We, or should I say I, struggled with my wife's unfaithfulness. She seemed fine with the fact that she was fucking another man, trying to keep the affair a secret. At the same time, I was very turned on by the opportunities I had to watch my wife's cunt being stretched and filled by the girth and length of guys like Bob. I loved to watch her fuck. She and the guys also let me take pictures while they fucked.
As we progressed, the lovers of old, even though they had very sizable cocks and fucking skills, slowly fell away and Bob's cock seemed to be the one she was enjoying on a regular basis. She became a true cock hound, and Bob's was the cock she craved.
It was then that it became quite evident that she was getting together with Bob when I wasn't around. For a while, she would stop at Bob's place on her way home from work. I would get a text message that I needed to pick up our daughter at daycare on my way home, she was busy with something and had to stay late at the school she taught at.
Have I mentioned that Bob has no real job, but that he is the owner of a topless bar out near the airport?
Sharon would always tell me of some scheme Bob was cooking up to get more business for the place. Once a week was "amateur" night, once every other week was male dancers (for the ladies), dollar beer night was tried, but didn't catch on because Bob didn't like the extra cost of cleaning up the place after the of-age college guys made a huge mess.
So, after dollar beer night was a bust, Bob dropped that for the topless dancers. He tried topless waitresses, but the town's lawyers sent him a notice that it was illegal.
Bob did convince her to work on Friday and Saturday nights as a "waitress."
I guess I knew that at least she wasn't waiting on customers topless.
Long story short, we were still together, and she is still fucking Bob when the opportunity presents itself.
About 6 weeks or so into all of this, I go out to the bar to pick her up after closing. When I got there, way after closing (about 2 AM), I noticed the parking lot was still packed. Strange, I thought, but as I approached the staff entrance, I could hear that there was still a crowd inside.
Bob had figured the angles and closed at the normal time, then reopened as an after-hours club with a $20 cover charge.
As I entered, I saw that there were 4-5 women working the floor delivering drinks and mingling with the crowd. All the women were nude, except for high heels, and Sharon was one of them. Her tits, ass, and shaved pussy were the center of attention as she traversed the crowd of men.
When she saw me, she quickly came over and took me aside. "You can't be here," was all she said.
"Why not," I asked.
"Because Bob doesn't want you here. He is afraid you'll make a scene," she said.
"Oh, he thinks so, does he? Why would I make a scene? I come to an illegal club, after hours, and find my wife naked in a crowd of men," was my terse reply.
"Fuck you, Del," she said. "I'm here because I want to be here. I'm nude because Bob asked me to work these two nights to help out." "According to Bob, I'm not doing anything illegal."
"And lawyer Bob assured you that you have no chance of being arrested, did he," I said.
"Yes," she said. "Now, get out, I'll have Bob drive me home."
That was the beginning of the end. Bob didn't bring her home that night.
When I got home from work the next day, Sharon's things were gone and she left me a note that we were done.
I called her cell and she tentatively answered. It was a labored call, like pulling teeth.
She was at Bob's; our daughter was there as well. She would make arrangements with a woman in his neighborhood to take care of her while she was at work during the day and her Friday and Saturday nights at the club. We made no progress and she was totally resistant to any suggestion I offered. "Fuck you, Del," she said, "I'm doing what I want to do with my life. Bob wants me at the club, and I'll do anything he wants!"
"Well, that didn't go well," I thought to myself.
So, about two months later, I overheard a guy talking to a friend at the club where I work out. He was regaling his friend with the details of a club out near the airport that is only open from 2 AM to 5 AM. "They have nude waitresses," he told his friend. "All are hot chicks with big tits and shaved pussies. Totally nude except for high heels."
I interrupted his conversation by assuring the friend that it was true, I have been there a couple of months back and I couldn't understand how the cops hadn't raided the place so far. "The cover charge was about $30 bucks when I was there and the drinks were crazy expensive as well," I told them.
"I heard the cover is now $40, but it's even hotter now," the one guy said. "There is this chick, great big tits, tight ass, and a shaved pussy, (describing my wife to a tea) who is the star of the show." "She roams around through the crowd, chatting with the guys in the crowd. The guy I work with said he saw a couple of guys feeling her up, and one guy fingered her with several guys watching." "Rumor has it that when she is in the mood and finds someone in the crowd brave enough to join her, they have sex on the dancer's platform."
"Naw," I said, "the cops would shut them down if they were doing that."
"Seriously," he replied. "I haven't been there to see the show, but the guy who told me this was there last Friday night and he said she fucked a guy and gave two others blow jobs." "And they have several video screens in the bar to show it all to the crowd." "She knows how to fuck the guys so the video cameras don't miss a thing."
"How does the place not get closed down," I asked.
"I guess someone is being paid to look the other way," the guy said.
"Sounds like it is going to be a popular place," I said. "It is open every night?"
"The bar is open during the week regular hours, but the nude waitresses are only there on Friday and Saturday, after hours," he told me.
"Interesting," I thought to myself, "I guess my loving wife will do anything for Bob."
Hurt, confused, and more than a bit angry I didn't know what to do. She had taken another step. I knew she was fucking other men, but that was partially my fault for encouraging her when she needed sex more often than I could deliver. I also admit that I was quite turned on by watching her fuck, suck, and pleasure a number of men, including Bob.
I went to my office when I got home and pulled out several boxes of the photos I had taken of Sharon and her various lovers. Recalling the excitement of watching my wife fuck, I got a huge hard-on while flipping through the photographs. I could remember the sights, sounds, and pleasure I witnessed when my wife would fuck one of her lovers. She was animalistic while fucking and being fucked. Her pleasure and desire to please and be pleased were real. She loved the look on men's faces as they first encountered the nude woman that was about to pleasure them to at least one massive orgasm, often times being made to come multiple times. No man ever left her bed without complete sexual satisfaction.
Word spread and guys were often given her number by men that had experienced her talents. She would often meet them after her day of teaching, at a coffee shop to see if the two of the had any sort of connection, but to be quite honest I don't recall her ever telling me that she turned someone down. Unless she was having her period or had other plans before the meet-up, she would often bring them back to our house for an afternoon fuck. She was insatiable.
Insatiable as she might have been, she wasn't too smart when it came to money matters. After she left and moved in with Bob, and the work at the club started, I would notice weekly deposits to our still active joint account. Usually Tuesday there would be a deposit for multi-thousands of dollars. The first few, when I assume she was only waitressing, the deposits would be around $1,000-1,500.
A few months later, after my discussion with the guys at the club, and perhaps after her involvement with Bob's live sex shows, they suddenly jumped to $4,000-4,500.
The highest I recalled was one for $8,000. Doing the math, I figured that 200 guys had watched my wife do whatever she did at the club that weekend.
I knew she was insatiable, but she couldn't have possibly fucked or sucked off 200 guys in two days.
In the course of three months since I had talked to Sharon new deposits amounting to almost $50,000 had been deposited in the account. That doesn't include her pay for her teaching which wasn't even half of her newfound income. I didn't know for sure, but it almost looked like the club was giving her all the cover costs for the evenings.
Now to discover what was actually going on out there and what my estranged wife was doing for the money.
I kept looking for the guys I had talked to at my gym, but it took several weeks to spot them again.
When I did, I asked the one guy, "So, have you been to the after-hours club with the nude waitresses as yet?"
