I Could Do That She Said

"I could do that," my wife said as we watched a porn video with our friends, Gail and Jason. The woman on the screen was giving a slutty blowjob to a very well endowed hunk with six pack abs and a big smile.

"You think so?" I said with absolutely no doubt, knowing her blowjobs ranked with the very best. Gail gave her a skeptical look and grinned, although she had heard as well about my wife's ability at giving oral pleasure, as much to women as men.

"You are getting my husband's attention, Claire. You getting horny watching this bedroom handiwork, honey?"

"I am getting horny thinking about fucking for money," she said without taking eyes off the woman on the screen swallowing nearly all of the hunk's salami. "I could do that," she said again. "Get the camera," she urged. "Any volunteers?" she asked no one in particular.

It was true I had watched her suck off eleven of my friends over the years. It was true she would fuck anyone with a hard on. We had been married for twenty years and in that time she had proved it wasn't just a hollow boast. She is the horniest person I have ever met, and I was lucky enough to talk her into marrying me twenty summers ago.

Do I have a problem having a wife who will have sex with anyone at the drop of a hat or any other piece of clothing? You have to be kidding. The benefit in the bedroom is fantastic, mind blowing, unbelievable. The only problem is keeping up with her sexually. I know she can do what we saw in the video. I have seen her do it. I have spent these years trying to keep up with her in bed.

The first time I watched her give a slutty blowjob to someone else was on our honeymoon when she seduced our tour guide, blew him, fucked him, and agreed to let him eat her in the back of our rented limousine. She told me she could seduce him and I dared her. Daring her was just a ruse, however, since I wanted to see it all along. You don't marry a seductress if you're not willing to watch her fuck people in the back of limousines and other exotic places.

When we went to a wedding and she boasted she could seduce the groom before he got to the "I do's," I said she couldn't, knowing she could and would. I simply shook my head in amazement. "Never," I said, knowing it was all the challenge she'd need. The bride was waiting in the church in her wedding dress when her fiancé was boning the bride's maid in the coat room. We all waited for forty minutes while the groom was getting his cherry popped.

It was in our second year when a cop pulled us over for an illegal U turn. The smile she gave me said: Watch this.

In less than ten minutes she was in the backseat of the squad car with the officer with her dress up and his law enforcement pecker deeply planted in her secret garden. We got off with a warning and a promise to pull us over again if we were ever in the neighborhood.

He rode off in his police car with a full ticket book and a big, happy smile on his law enforcement face. I could just hear the story told back at the police station and see the skeptical looks on the faces of his fellow officers: "Yeah, right, the broad fucked you in the backseat while her husband watched from in front. Yeah, sure."

In France a waiter made the mistake of flirting with her, then had to explain why his customers had to wait so long for service while he improved relations with our respective countries in the back room. She let him fuck her from behind while she stood, bending over with her dress up and her panties around her ankles in the storeroom next to the kitchen. We left the restaurant not only full, but still with our money in my wallet since the meal was free.

Probably our biggest sexual accomplishment was when we attended a fraternity party and she did the whole club before midnight. I sat in the kitchen eating French pastries while she serviced the entire group in the library, mostly one at a time, although there was a double in there somewhere. I hear the guys slept until noon and were wasted for the rest of the next day. Phi Beta Sigma has never been the same since.

We went to an anniversary party and she thought the husband looked sexually deprived. She promised me to make his life better and she did, before eleven that night in his wife's flower garden while the rest of us saluted the thirty year marriage in the living room.

The night she announced she could do as well as the porn queen in the video, she ended the evening proving to Jason it was not just an empty claim. While Gail and I watched her prove her point with Gail's husband in the family room, Claire gave Jason the blowjob of his life.

Afterward, he thanked Claire with a pussy eating she still talks about three years later.

We watched sex in the video, and then again when the film was over in three dimension and actual time. It didn't end with just Claire and Jason, as Gail and I did our best to duplicate what we saw on the videotape. The night ended at three, and Claire and I slept until noon in their guest room. Gail told Claire it may be the best night of sex she and her husband have ever had.

In Cabo San Lucas, Claire felt sorry for our driver for taking us all around the peninsula in his cab all day long, so she rewarded him in the same cab until two in the morning. He has visited us in LA since that night and says it was the best cab ride he ever drove. Juan has had Claire on the Baja peninsula and in our guest room. Claire remembers Juan because he is extremely gifted in the physical sexual attributes department. I could hear her praising him that night from all the way down the hall, saying his name repeatedly all night.

After seeing the video with Jason and Gail, she did get into making money having sex on film. We looked into it, and after a few phone calls, Claire made three films where she actually got paid for giving wonderful blowjobs for others to watch. They wanted her to do more, but the novelty had worn off by then and she decided to spread the pleasure physically on a personal basis.

Do I regret marrying a woman who likes to fuck other men? You have to be kidding. I may be a cuckold, but I am a very happy one. I get to have sex with the hottest fuck in California. I get to have my cock sucked by the best cocksucker in the western United States of America. I get to eat the best tasting pussy maybe in the world.

I have sex before breakfast, at lunch, and at least once before I sleep. I sleep with a woman with Linda Lovelace ability and Michelle Williams looks.

At my wedding, I patiently waited my turn behind the best man, the maid of honor's father, and the Universalist minister who married us, although I didn't watch her with any of them. By that time I knew I probably would most likely not come first, at least I knew I would come, and I knew I would come really, really well, and many many times.

I know a lot of men couldn't tolerate letting other men fuck their wife, but I will tell you having sex with her is the best reward. I feel I won the lottery, the Super Bowl, the World Series, and the US Open all at once. I have happily watched her with more men than have walked on the moon and have been president.

I have seen her eat other women, fuck dozens of men, and be ready again within minutes. I have watched her with a US senator, a general, and a federal judge. Without a doubt, she is the most sexually active woman I know, and she happens to be my wife.

Take it from me. You need not feel sorry for this married man. As far as happiness goes, I am at the pinnacle of ecstasy. I have what most men dream of their whole lives, and if you are in the neighborhood, drop in. You might just get lucky.