I haven’t posted a chapter since December 7, 2004, so if anyone would like me to repost the first 16 parts, let me know.

These experiences I have been relating are true accounts of the sexual journey my wife, Diane, and I began in the early/mid 1970’s. While I have taken the precaution of changing names, the situations, the actions and the descriptions are all accurate, based upon my (fond and vivid) memories of these incidents.

Again, I’d like to thank everyone who has sent their comments both in private email directly to me and by posting to the individual stories. I have enjoyed regular communication with several of you and appreciate the opportunity to “get to know” you.

Shortly after the disastrous ending of our friendship with Frank and Zoe, Diane and I found a house to rent (we wanted to get out of apartment living). It was built in an older neighborhood on a hill in our hometown. There were two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, living room and dining room upstairs (street level) and a garage and added bedroom downstairs (below street level).

The rent was going to be challenging ($240.00/month) and we were looking for a way to somehow lighten the burden. As it turned out, my buddy Ray (who had been the first guy to fuck my wife, see Part 13), wanted to move out of his parent’s home and was interested in renting the basement bedroom from us. With little negotiation we agreed and Ray became our house mate for $40.00/month.

The move was quick and soon we were all settled into our new accommodations, Ray in the basement and Diane, our son and I in the upper level. It looked like things were going to go smoothly and I relished the idea of having Ray so near. He would pretty much be available anytime I wanted to see him fuck my wife.

That being said, the bad experience with Frank and Zoe the previous summer had dampened our enthusiasm in pursuing our extra sexual escapades and we hadn’t had any outsiders involved in our sex play for over 6 months. In spite of that, the thought of Diane being naked and fucked by Ray and me still brought on an instant erection.

Ray worked in a butcher shop in a town 20 miles to the north and went to work at 4:00 in the morning. Diane still worked in the same office 20 miles south and had to drop our son at day care and be at work by 9:00 am. I was still working in the city and was on the swing shift which had me leaving at 2:30 pm and getting home around 12:30 am.

There was one rule...no messing around between Diane and Ray while I was at work...we all agreed. Since Diane had broken our “only play together” rule with Frank, she had recommitted to our rule and I felt comfortable with the situation.

One reason for the rule was to keep the distinction between sex play and our marriage.

Some guys on Wifelovers seem to get off having their wives go out on their own while they sit at home waiting for her to return freshly fucked. While I don’t condemn that practice, it’s not for me.

I like to watch and participate. I want to see the other guy’s cock disappearing in my wife’s mouth or pussy. I want to hear the squishy sounds of his dick sliding in and out of my wife’s love hole, glistening with her pussy juices and I want to see him cum in her or on her. I want to slide my dick in where his has just been and feel the heat, feel the slickness of his cum lubricating my cock as I fuck the hole he just fucked.

Diane got to be fucked by two appreciative, attentive guys with hard cocks and I got to experience the whole thing with her. In my mind it was totally a joint experience. I had written off what happened with Frank to the influence of the tequila...I didn’t anticipate any further problems.

One Friday, as I got in the car to go to work, the starter went out and I couldn’t start my car with the key. While we lived on a hill, our street was level, so I had to push my car to the corner, then jump in and roll down the hill to pop the clutch and start the engine. Once started, there was no problem, and at work, there was a hill as well.

There were two engineers on our shift, me and another guy, and I asked my workmate to cover for me near the end of our shift so I could leave an hour early in case the car presented more problems. I rolled the car down the hill, popped the clutch and was on my way home in no time...so I wouldn’t have had to leave early after all.

When I got to our neighborhood, I parked on the steep side street so it would be easier for me to start the car the next day. It was only 11:30 pm as I began walking to our house from the car. Diane’s car was in the driveway and Ray’s van was in front of the house...the neighborhood was quiet and everything seemed normal.

I unlocked the front door, opened it and stepped inside, about to call a greeting when something, some intuition perhaps, told me to be silent. I quietly closed the door and looked around. The living room was to my left, dimly lit and empty. Two empty margarita glasses were sitting on the coffee table. The kitchen was directly in front of me, brightly lit, and I entered to find the blender, tequila bottle and margarita mix on the counter, recently used.

That’s when I heard a sound...a moan?

I wasn’t quite sure what the sound had been, but it did sound like Diane’s voice. I quickly looked into my son’s bedroom to find him sleeping peacefully, then quietly continued down the hall to our nearly closed bedroom door. There was about a 1” crack between the door and the frame and I put my eye to the opening to look inside our bedroom. Call me foolish, but I was surprised by what I saw.

My lovely wife was completely naked, her clothes on the floor just inside the bedroom door, and she was on her knees in front of Ray unzipping his pants. Diane was making an appreciative purring sound and her eyes were glued to the task at hand. Ray had one hand in her hair and was looking down at my wife as she pulled his pants down to his ankles. From where they were, neither of them could see me, nor were they aware of my presence.

I started to get really pissed that Diane was about to break our rule again, but I also got that instant erection that accompanies such a sight. I held back and watched, pushing the door open another inch or so.

My wife nuzzled her face into Ray’s crotch as her fingers found the waistband of his jockey shorts and she began pulling them down. Diane pulled her head back as Ray’s hard cock sprang from his shorts and bobbed in front of her lusty smile. Even from my distance I could see the glob of pre-cum fluid glistening on the tip of Ray’s cockhead.

Diane’s pale 34b breasts were capped by wonderfully erect nipples and her red pubic hair was just visible to me. Ray took his free hand and grabbed his shaft, rubbing the tip of his dick across my wife’s lips leaving a shiny trail of pre-cum fluid on her cheek and mouth. Diane closed her eyes and opened her mouth and I watched from the hallway as my friend fed his hard dick between her lips.

With one hand on his rod and one on my wife’s head, Ray controlled her movement and the depth his cock was in Diane’s mouth. He seemed to have stopped as the crown was just inside her teeth as his dick throbbed and she closed her lips around the shaft. Diane seemed to be massaging his dick with her lips, trying to pull more of it into her mouth as her hands came up behind Ray and grabbed the cheeks of his ass.

Keeping just the head of his cock inside her mouth, Ray pumped his shaft, and I knew he was squeezing more clear fluid from the tip of his cock onto my wife’s tongue. Diane’s fingers squeezed and kneaded Ray’s buttcheeks and I could hear her breathing through her nose in short, excited breaths.

This sight was highly erotic and I had to adjust my cock in my pants, finding that my dick was oozing pre-cum and my shorts were getting wet. I was still angry at what was going on, but highly aroused as well. I decided to stay in the hall and see what would come next.

Ray pushed his cock about halfway into Diane’s mouth and then back, the shaft sparkling with a combination of her saliva and his pre-cum. Next, he held his hips still and pulled her head toward his crotch, his cock probing further into her mouth. Diane moved her hands until they were pressed flat against the front of Ray’s thighs, I assume to push away if his cock got too deep in her mouth and gagged her.

My buddy now had both hands on her head and was pumping her face back and forth on his shaft. At first Diane seemed to be enjoying the passive part of having her head pulled along Ray’s shaft, his cock impaling her mouth on every pull.

Then Ray got his hands behind my wife’s head and began pumping with his hips, driving his cock into her mouth while holding her head immobile. Ray seemed to be overcome by his lust and his thrusting had a savage edge to it. His cock attacked Diane’s mouth as if he were pounding her pussy for all he was worth. He was fucking her face, lost in his tempo.

Diane’s breaths were now becoming snorts and her eyes were widening with a desperate urgency. I think she was beginning to choke on Ray’s dick as it was going almost it’s full length into her throat. I was about to slam the door open and put everything to a stop when my wife pushed against Ray’s thighs with all her strength and toppled backwards onto the floor, his dick plopping out of her mouth.

Had I arrived a few minutes later than I had, I would have thought I was witnessing my wife being raped, but I had seen her unzip his pants and it was obvious that she was willingly engaged. Ray had turned it into rough sex and Diane had put and end to the blowjob by forcing herself off of his dick.

Diane had landed on her back on the floor, her legs splayed in front of Ray and he immediately dropped to his knees, grabbed his cock and guided it into her pussy. Within seconds he was pounding her cunt as if he continued the pace he had established on her mouth. This wasn’t gentle lovemaking, it was rough sex and Ray was driving that cock into my wife with hard, deep strokes.

With her legs wrapped around his back, my wife used her heels to match Ray’s pace and pull him as deeply as possible into her hungry pussy. I then knew what I was going to do. I removed all my clothes in the hallway and quickly entered the room.

As my buddy slammed his cock into my wife, I hit the floor at her head and grabbed her face, turning her mouth toward my crotch and shoved my dick in to the back of her throat. Diane’s eyes popped open and I could see a combination of surprise and fear in her eyes. Ray saw me as well, but didn’t miss a beat pumping into my wife’s cunt.

I’m sure it was a mixture of lust and anger as I began fucking Diane’s mouth in the same rough manner that Ray had been using. With Ray’s weight over most of her body and my weight over her face, my wife could barely move as our two hard cock pounded into her from both ends.

I could feel the head of my dick hitting the back of Diane’s mouth and it seemed that every thrust was pumping deeper still. Diane had never performed deep throat on me (although with Frank’s smaller dick she could take the whole thing, her throat wasn’t used).

Ray was huffing an puffing, his hips slamming between my wife’s widespread thighs, then suddenly he stiffened, his cock pushed as deeply as possible in my wife’s pussy. I could tell he was shooting his cum deep inside her. That pushed me over the edge and I could feel the rush of white hot cum storming up my shaft from my balls as I shoved my cock all the way into Diane’s mouth.

I felt gush after gush of the sticky fluid shoot from the tip of my cock deep in Diane’s throat. She began to gag and I quickly pulled my dick out of her mouth and my cum sprayed out as she coughed a couple of times. Ray too pulled his cock out of my wife’s pussy and we both sat back giving her room to catch her breath.

Ray’s cum was oozing out of my wife’s swollen cunt and there were drops of my cum all over her face as she had coughed a bunch of it out of her throat. I helped her sit up and after a couple of minutes, she went to the bathroom to clean up. Ray and I were still panting, catching our breath after a marathon threesome.

“What happened to our agreement?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, man,” he said.

Ray went on to explain that he and Diane had decided to have a couple of margaritas while waiting for me to get home from work. After the second or third round, he started telling Diane how sexy she was and how much he had enjoyed our previous sex sessions. Another round and he became more specific in complimenting her tits and ass and the tight wetness of her pussy. She began telling him how much she had enjoyed him fucking her and how she had liked sucking her cock.

One more round and he was asking her to see her titties. By this time, he said, she didn’t even hesitate and quickly removed her blouse and bra.

He said that he asked her if he could touch her tits and she readily agreed. He fondled her breasts for a few minutes and then began sucking her pink nipples. That got her going even more, he said, and he told her he’d love to see her pussy again.

She told him that they shouldn’t but he asked one more time and she was peeling her pants and panties off in no time. According to Ray, my wife then lay back on the couch, closed her eyes and began fingering her pussy, masturbating in front of him. When she opened her eyes and saw him kneeling before her, watching her fingers on her wet cunt, she told him “Don’t just sit there, eat me.”

My early arrival had botched that plan and had startled them both, but by the time I had entered the room, he was fucking her so good there was no way he was going to stop.

I told Ray that while the fucking we had just given Diane had been very exciting, I couldn’t forget that they were both breaking our agreement about messing around without me there. Ray apologized, gathered his clothes and went down to bed. He moved out two weeks later and we never had a threesome with Ray again.

Later on, Diane basically confirmed the story Ray told me and blamed it on the tequila. Despite her excuse, I was learning that the agreement we had about only playing together wasn’t going to be kept.

Perhaps by encouraging my wife to fuck other guys I had helped to unleash a side of her that couldn’t or wouldn’t be restrained. In spite of our agreement and my intention to only play together so we could enjoy sex play as a couple, it was becoming obvious that Diane would fuck whenever she wanted.

To this day I wonder if she felt that my wanting to see her fuck other guys meant that I didn’t value her or love her despite my reassurances to the contrary. Maybe she felt that I was treating her like a slut and didn’t respect her. Whatever it was, I could no longer trust her when she agreed to any rules regarding our sex play, and because of that, I began looking at her that way.

Rather than finding mutual joy in sexual escapades, since it was no longer about a loving couple having fun together by bringing in outsiders, I began getting my thrills from setting her up in more and more outlandish sex acts and situations.

It would be a couple of years before we would have more sexual adventures as a couple. Diane fucked a another friend of mine one night when I passed out after we had been drinking, and had a couple of quick fucks with a guy from a finance company after work in the storeroom.

For my part, I ran into an old flame from high school who wouldn’t let me in her pants when we dated but was eager to fuck me when we ran into each other, and had a torrid session with a classmate in night college who knew I was married and knew Diane but wanted my cock anyway.

So we were fucking on the side, but it wasn’t until we met Burt and Judy that we began having multiple partner sessions again.

More to come if there’s interest...