On Demand

As day turned into evening, my wife continued to tell me her tales of treachery and adultery. Now that I had watched her in the act of fucking two young men in our house and become complicit in the deed by not only fucking her myself, but actually licking their come from her flesh and sucking it, eagerly mind you, from her sopping wet pussy, she wanted to tell me every little detail. About the casual pickups in bars that ended up in the back of her car, sucking cock and then riding it too. About the afternoons in cheap motel rooms with two guys at a time inside her. About the pain and then the pleasure of learning to take a big dick up her ass and how that had lead inevitably to three men at a time on wild occasions.

Cuckold that I was, willing now that I knew, her tales not only horrified me and filled me with rage, they stirred my inner lust in ways I had never felt in my life before. My wife is a lovely woman in her early thirties, petite but lush and supple, a real head turner. I had always been proud to have her on my arm, and now that she painted these pictures, over and over again, of her giving herself so completely to a string of anonymous men, I felt sick and yet powerfully aroused.

At last she came to the tale of the lawn boys.

"It was a mistake," she admitted. "All of the other guys had been away from home. They didn't know who I was or where I lived. Nothing about me. I was just an anonymous fuck. And that's what they were to me as well. I met some of them a few times, but nothing arranged. Just by chance.

"The boys," she laughed and slid her fingers into her wet pussy, fully aware that I was watching her at the other end of the sofa, "they just caught me sun bathing in the nude. It had rained the day they normally came and I was outside the next day, by the pool. I heard the mower, but I didn't think about it until I realized it had been in the same place for a long time, not going up and down like it normally does. Then I heard Dave, he's the younger one, whispering to Zeke.

"I realized they were on the other side of the bushes spying on me. It made me feel very hot and pleased that a couple of kids were enjoying the view. I started moving, not letting them know that I knew they were watching me, but trying to pose for them and look natural at the same time. That went on for about five minutes until I started playing with my tits and Dave just squeaked.

"I laughed and told them to come out from behind the bushes.

"'If you like the view, boys, come closer.'" She smiled at the memory and her fingers moved a little faster in her cunt. She rubbed the nub of her clitoris between her thumb and forefinger and hissed in pleasure.

"They were shy at first. Very nervous that I would rat them out, lose them their jobs. But they wanted to look, and I wanted to show them. I actually danced for them by the pool and then I brought them inside. They took turns going down on me, and then Zeke fucked me. While he was pounding into me doggy style, right there," she pointed at the carpet in front of us, " Dave was jerking off. I pulled him over to me and and sucked on his cock until he came in my mouth. That was how we started.

"The next week they came on the regular day and mowed the lawn like usual. When they were done, Zeke knocked on the back door and asked, bold as brass, if there was anything I'd like from them now that they were done. I just held the door wide open and they both trooped in with big shit-eating grins and dicks as hard as rolling pins.

"You saw them. They have a lot of stamina. I knew it was stupid, I knew this was how I would get caught, but I absolutely love it when those boys make me the meat in a man sandwich."

She stopped talking as her breathing started to come in ragged gasps. She put her head back and played with her tits with her left hand while she masturbated herself to orgasm with her right. I watched in wonder, realizing that everything in my life had changed today. Large parts of my brain wanted to hurt her, to throw her out of the house, to leave and never come back. I felt betrayed, used, rejected, an absolute ass wipe. But I couldn't take my eyes off of her, and when she came, with one of those big shudders, my cock was hard as a rock, leaking cum in a steady dribble.

She wasn't my wife anymore. That's a word for a woman who loves you and respects you and is faithful to you. But she was now my slut, as hot as I had ever seen her, and my whole body yearned for her. And with a sick realization, I understood that I didn't want to just fuck her, I wanted to watch her get fucked by those other men as well. I wanted to see it. I wanted her to tell me about it. To tell me how much she enjoyed it. And to come home and offer their residue to me so that I could savor the taste of them on and in her flesh.

I started to masturbate myself and she watched me through slitted eyes with a predatory smile on her face. She knew. She understood that things had changed and that she was now in charge. That I was now her willing cuckold. She knelt up on the sofa, closer to me, watching me stroke my meat, licking her lips.

"I like this," she whispered. "When I realized that the camera on that laptop had turned on and that you were probably watching me fuck those boys, it was the most exciting thing that I have ever felt in my life. I was scared. That you would hurt me. Or leave me. But the idea that you were watching me was . . . " she laughed as my come shot up into face.

"Just like that!" she crowed, wiping my come on her lips and on her tits and then offering it to me to lick.

"I want you to watch me, honey," she hissed. "I want you to see men fuck me. I want you to lick their cum off of me. I want you to suck it out my cunt." She was breathing heavily again and though we were both sore she walked forward on her knees and over me to settle her pussy on my cock and slide down on me, hot and wet and gushy. Her tits swung in my face and she batted at me with them as she started to ride me. Despite having come more times in this day than I have ever come in my life before, even when I was a teenager, my cock was still rock hard with the sexual tension in the room.

She fucked me for a long time, watching me carefully, gauging her motion to my reaction, teasing me closer and closer to an impossible orgasm. And when I came again, bellowing my rage and lust and pain, she laughed in delight at the power she had over me.

"Tomorrow," she said, laying down on me with my cock still inside her. "Tomorrow we start setting up a room with cameras. Good ones. Not here. I'll rent an apartment downtown. You get the cameras. And microphones. Plenty of microphones. And a digital recorder. I want to watch with you. I want to see your face while they fuck me.

"Yeah," she murmured, sleepily. "You can't watch until I'm with you. You'll know I'm doing it, but you can't watch me until I can see you."

She drifted off to sleep, mostly naked except for a filmy strip of lace and silk, and as she lay on top of me, my come leaking out of her onto my balls, I realized that I was almost as excited as she was at the idea of watching her fuck those other men and drinking their semen from her.