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It was several months after Jim's wedding that Carol and I had a frank conversation on the patio after several drinks and a joint. She had been depressed and now she seemed troubled, deep in thought. Then suddenly she asked me a question.
"Jerry, do you still fantasize about watching me fuck Jim?"
"Of course I do. Hell he fucked you for three years. He was here at least once a month. He always fucked you three times a night."
Carol chuckled. "Jesus, when you say it like that, it sounds like you were keeping score."
"I was keeping score," I said. "Shit! He was fucking you more than I was!"
Carol burst out laughing -- that musical, titillating laugh of hers, that had been so rare in the past few months. "Yeah, it was a lot of fucking. But don't forget that you jerked off every time -- that's a lot of pounding your pud, baby. Sometimes that pecker of yours got black and blue."
I laughed. She was right. And she was right about me fantasizing about Jim. I still remember that intense jealousy mingled with passionate sexual arousal - so hard for me to explain - but so very powerful when I felt it as I watched them.
"You miss it, don't you?" Carol asked quietly -- serious now.
"Yes I do. It still excites me when I think about you two fucking. Me laying right beside you - watching - and jerking off. God it excites me. I guess I'm a ... well you know ... "
"Is voyeur-cuckold the word you're looking for?"
"I think the word on the porn sites is voyeur-cuck."
"Oh! So you've been visiting porn sites?"
"Well ... yes. I didn't mention it but I have visited some in the last few months."
Carol nodded. "And you visit the ones where a guy is watching his wife get fucked?"
"Well ... yes ... but ..."
"But nothing! Jerry, do you want to look for somebody else?" Carol chuckled, but I could see that she was serious.
"That's risky," I said. "We don't know anyone who is as close a friend as Jim was."
"What about a married guy?" Carol asked. "He'd have as much to lose as we would if our dirty little secret got out."
"Yeah, that might work."
"Look Jerry, I hate to say this, but you don't fuck me any more. After you watched Jim and me, you'd be banging me every night for a week before you slowed down. Then after Jim's next visit it was like the batteries in your balls got charged up again. Since Jim got married, you hardly fuck me at all. The last time was three weeks ago."
"You're right. Carol, I gotta tell you something embarrassing. I've been going on the web and getting turned on and then jerking off in the bathroom thinking about you and Jim. That's the sorry truth. That's the reason I haven't been fuckin you."
"Oh shit! We do have a problem -- dirty websites and bathroom masturbation and no fucking your wife. Jerry we've got to find someone to take Jim's place. You need it and I gotta get laid. Face it baby, I'm so horny that I'm gonna be easy meat if some guy hits on me. We gotta find somebody to replace Jim."
"Any suggestions?" I asked.
"Now that you ask, it happens that I do," said Carol. "You know Ray and Joan. We see them at the club a lot."
"Ray? You want to fuck Ray?"
"Well, he's a big hairy guy with big hands and you know what they say ... "
"Oh shit Carol! Surely you don't believe that old wives tale about a guy's dick being big if he's got big hands."
Carol laughed. "You never know. Why does everybody say it's true if it's not?"
"Has he made a pass at you?"
"Oh no. Never. But, he always looks at my tits at the club pool and, you know, Joan's got little tits, so maybe ..."
"Do you want to screw him? I mean, does he turn you on?"
"Not especially. He's a tall muscular guy with lots of body hair and that's kinda sexy. But what turns me on is you jerking off while you watch me getting laid. Watching me fuck Jim charged your batteries. You're a much better husband when your batteries are charged."
I didn't say anything. She was making sense. It was clear that she needed to get laid as much as I needed to watch. And she's gonna spread her legs for somebody soon if I don't get her laid.
Carol looked at me slyly and chuckled. "You're getting turned on just talking about it. Aren't you?"
She got up and came over to my chair. She reached down and grabbed my crotch. I had half a hard on. She knelt down massaging it and said, "Think about laying next to me and Jim, and listening to those wet squishy sounds of a horny pussy getting what it needs."
Damn! She sure knew how to turn me on. I started to get harder.