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All that night I tossed and turned pondering what I had seen my wife Danielle do. At first I had been upset about it, amazed at how she could so freely cheat on me with those two total strangers. But the more I considered it, the more aroused by the idea I became. I liked watching my wife become a slut and I wanted more, namely to involve myself in the action. But of course for this to happen, I would have to confront her about it, and there was no telling how that would go. After breakfast that morning, I decided that before we got going too far in our weeklong hike up the mountain I would broach the subject. That way, if things went bad, we could still get down from the hike and try to work things out alone instead of surrounded by strangers.
As we began the climb, it wasn't surprising to see Danielle keeping within direct earshot (and line of site) with Chris and Tim, the two college boys from the night before. I in the meantime, kept a reasonable distance from the three and watched their body language and their movements, as well as listened to the tone of their voice. Surprisingly, all three acted like nothing had happened; as if the double teaming they had given my wife was just an everyday occurrence. By mid morning however, I knew my plan of action, and I hustled to catch up with my wife to talk to her. Making sure that we were bringing up the rear of the 20 person group, and not within listening range, I began.
"Honey, by the way," I said, nonchalantly "I saw you in the woods last night."
I kept on climbing, but my wife had stopped dead in her tracks. I turned around to look at her and pay attention now to HER body language and her facial expressions. She had gone almost stark white, like she had just seen her entire family murdered.
"Wwwhhhatt do you mean? I wasn't in the woods last night," she stuttered. I could see her hand shaking a little. While this wasn't my idea of fun to lead my wife on like this, I must say I was enjoying it.
"Now, don't give me that," I said, in a half strict, half joking manner. "I saw you back there with those two college studs, getting the fucking of a lifetime. But don't worry, I don't mind."
At first her face gave a small wash of relief, but this last comment by me changed her expression to a look of puzzlement.
"Yyyyoouu don't mind? You don't mind that I was cheating on you?" she said, still very apprehensive about it. I meanwhile, maintained a cool head and a steady voice.
"Nope. In fact, I liked it. I liked watching those total strangers manhandle you. I liked watching you suck them off and then let them cum in your pussy. I really liked that expression on your face as you came," I said, still being totally cool about it, but now smiling a little so she knew I wasn't being sarcastic.
It was now impossible to read her face, as I could tell that internally she was wrestling with many emotions and feelings.
"In fact, I liked it so much, that I want to see you do it again, if you want to. Only this time, I want to be involved," I said to her.
Finally her face returned to a normal color, and I could see that all the talk we were doing had her head spinning full of sexual ideas and fantasies. She smiled at me, the morning sun light hitting her beautiful hair and framing her porcelain face behind the forest that we had hiked through and now lay behind us.
"Well, in that case, let me go talk to those two boys up there and maybe we can get at it right now," she said.
I held up my hand, motioning for her to stop. "No, not yet. All in good time. I have a plan that I think will work out for everyone involved,"
