It had been incredible, but for three months she had suddenly become insatiable. She couldn't get enough. One time in the morning, a nooner, and before and after dinner, and again before we would drift happily off to sleep. I was like a man with a boatload of nymphomaniacs. I cannot believe my luck, or whatever it was. I had no idea, but I didn't want to lose whatever it was that had caused this change in the wife I loved.
We had been a pretty normal couple before that, maybe fucking two or three times a week, and most times things were pretty routine at best. Occasionally sex got pretty hot between us, but usually it was fairly routine and uninspired, like we were fucking because couples were expected to screw each other occasionally and produce offspring for the sake of the species, for humankind, or whatever.
However, something changed in her and I did not want to look a 'gift whore' in the mouth. I was in ecstasy those days and I didn't even care what had caused her to turn into a wild, sexual fanatic who could not get enough of what happens when two or more bodies discover sexual euphoria. If she was fucking someone on the side, who cared? If she was taking Spanish Fly as vitamins, I could not have cared less? If she was selling it to my neighbors when I was at work, so what? It simply was fantastic to reap whatever benefits from whatever was causing this wonderful evolution in the woman I loved.
Even though it didn't matter to me why she had changed so, but I was still curious. Thrilled by the sudden difference, but I still wondered what it was that prompted the marvelous transformation in my wife's sexual interest, her carnal desires, her enthusiasm for almost constant fucking.
I asked her one night what had caused this transformation and she looked at me and winked. "Do you care?" she asked. I said I truly did not and she kissed me seductively, smiling, playfully teasing me with whatever private motive she may have had. It seemed that she knew what caused her to change so drastically, and although I was curious, I did not actually care what she was doing to bring it about and she seemed to understand that.
I wondered if she had a lover, if that was what had brought her to such new heights of sexual passion, of carnal enthusiasm. It didn't matter, I decided. If that was it, I would just be thankful he had given her such a new passion for fucking and provided her an interest in so many new sexual techniques and things to try. She was now willing to do or try just about anything, and I loved it.
One Sunday we had just finished a fantastic session of Sunday-morning sex, including wonderful, mind blowing oral, some glorious cowgirl fucking, and even some G-spot squirting and we were savoring the afterglow when I asked her again what had brought on the change. She smiled, chuckled, and finally asked if it mattered.
I told her I didn't care in the slightest, but I was just curious, grateful, but curious. She blushed and told me that no, she wasn't having an affair, but that a fellow at her work had been flirting with her and it was exciting and it had gotten her "juices flowing." "It has been invigorating," she said. "He has even asked me if I would ever considered fucking him, but I have put him off. I just smiled and didn't answer. Not that I wouldn't," she said with a grin, "but it has been fun being romanced like that. I didn't think you'd mind," she said, "cause you seem to be enjoying the benefits and I figured you wouldn't care."
"That I am," I said. "Would you like to do him?" I asked. She nodded and hugged me.
"Eventually, I figured I would," she said. "It has been fun. I have enjoyed the flirtation. It has been exciting to have two men breathless around me," she said. "You have both been like puppies. I have had a blast watching you both sniffing around me like I was a bitch in heat," she said with a naughty grin.
"So, then you are going to fuck him?" I said again.
"You want to watch?" she asked, a wicked look on her face.
I told her I would love to. "Sex has been so great lately. Watching you fuck him would be a dream come true," I said. "That has been a secret fantasy of mine for years now," I told her. She was surprised, saying if she knew that she would have accommodated me years before. "Well, now you can," I said, taking her in my arms and taking a hold of her bottom with both hands. I lifted her off the ground, then gave her a long and wet kiss to let her know I was serious.
"That really excites you to think of me fucking Julian, right?" I confessed it did, telling her I had fantasized about that kind of thing since before our wedding. "You should have told me," she said. "That could have made for an interesting honeymoon," she said with another wink. "Two guys on the blushing bride," she said, grinning.
We began to make love that night and talk about it as we had sex. I was under her, with her sitting up on me with her knees on the bed next to each of my hips. She was moving slowly up and down with us talking as I slipped in and out of her. "You will be okay seeing me fuck Julian here in our bedroom, true?"
"I will be quiet as a mouse, sitting right over there watching him push into your lovely pussy," I said. "I have imagined that many times over the years. I even thought of it back on our wedding night, fantasizing about you, me, and the men in our wedding party. I pretended we were taking turns with you after the ceremony."
"My, that sounds like it could have been fun," she said. "You are a voyeur, my dear," she added. "How could I not have known that about my own husband?" she asked. "You have never shared that with me. I would have never guessed," she added. "I know you like porn, but I didn't realize that included seeing your own wife getting screwed right in front you. Anything else you'd like to see?" she asked.
"I would love to see you eat pussy," I said. "Ever thought of having some other woman's pussy lips between your own lips?" I asked. She didn't even have to think and smiled.
"In my senior year in college, my roommate, Kelly, and I used to satisfy one another after dates in her big canopy bed. You remember that big wonderful bed her grandmother gave her?" I remembered it, because Claire and I had used it once when her roommate was not there over Thanksgiving. "I would eat her pussy and she would do mine," she said.
"So you two ate pussy in college?" I said.
