I married Jane when we were both still in college, a
little over ten years ago. They have been a great ten
years. I just had my 32nd birthday, and Jane’s is in a
couple of months.

Jane still looks fantastic. We walk or cycle almost
everyday, and she teaches an aerobic class at the
community center. He body is firmer and tighter, now,
than it was when I met her. She is 5’6″, weighs about
110-115, and measures in at an eye-catching 36-24-35.
She has deep green eyes, a great complexion, and bright
blonde hair cut in a short, stylish bob. So, when I
tell you that just looking at her still makes my heart
go pitter-patter, you know why.

I’ve been monogamous since the day I met Jane, and
I’m sure she has been the same. She wasn’t a virgin
when we met. In fact, I started dating Jane after she
broke up a very long-term relationship with one of my
Frat brothers. I know they had been making love for
years, and, sometimes, even today, while daydreaming,
the vision of Jane and her ex-boyfriend doing some of
the things we have done together has aroused me.
Maybe it was so easy for me to picture them together,
because I knew both of them.

Anyway, here we are. A successful young couple. We
both work for the same very large Corporation, and we
survived the `80’s fairly well. And now, we are
enjoying the benefits, in our new house with a 3-car
garage, a yard full of trees, and a hot tub on the deck
outside our bedroom.

Several weeks ago, I received word that Mike, a mutual
co-worker and old friend was returning to headquarters
for training. Mike is a great guy, and we were close
before he was transferred to Seattle about a year ago.
We had been on the company softball team together and
had been drinking buddies, and Jane and I had even
double-dated with him a time or two. So, when I heard
he was coming back to town for a few days, I checked
with Jane, and then called him, insisting he stay with
us rather than in a hotel. He agreed, immediately.

I picked Mike up at the airport at 3:00pm on Friday
afternoon, and we had a nice conversation as I drove
back to the house and he informed me he had just gotten
engaged to a woman out West.

When Mike opened the door to our house, thirty-some
people yelled “SURPRISE!” Jane and I had decided to
throw him a little “Welcome Back” party, so he could
see his old friends, again. It was a great party.

After good music, good food, good conversation, and
good booze, people started leaving around midnight.
By twelve-thirty, everybody had left and Mike offered
to help Jane and I clean up.

Jane said, “This can wait. I’d rather take a quick
dip.”

I agreed.

Mike said that that sounded good, but he’d have to
borrow one of my swimsuits, as he hadn’t brought any
along with him.

Much to my surprise, Jane blurted out, “You don’t have
to worry about a suit, Mike. Jim and I don’t bother
much with them, anymore.”

I was surprised because, although Jane and I really
didn’t bother with suits, it was only when we were
alone. I couldn’t tell if she was a little buzzed, or
a little excited, or both. But I knew I was both!

The three of us quickly stripped on the back patio deck.
It was obvious in the bright moonlight that Jane was
more than buzzed. Her nipples were hard and erect and
her skin had that taut, expectant look it gets before we
make love. She was also breathing through her mouth
and her eyes were glued on Mike.

And looking at Mike, myself, I could now see why he
had been such a stud around the office before he was
transferred. Besides his rugged good looks and great
personality, he had a rather large cock and set of balls
hanging between his legs.

I noticed he was also watching Jane, very closely.

We all ran up the steps to the bedroom-level of the deck
and splashed into the tub. The water was perfect, and
the night air made it very relaxing. After a while, I
offered to make us all a nightcap, and ran in the house
to get the fixings. When I returned, Jane and Mike were
out of the pool and lying on chaise lounges. Neither
one of them had made any effort to cover anything up, so
I didn’t either.

We sipped our drinks and quietly talked about old times
and who-was-where-doing-what in the company. Mike
was on the chaise between us and I couldn’t help but
notice all the attention Jane was giving his crotch. I
took a good look, myself.

Mike’s cock was large-no two ways about that. It was
long, maybe seven inches or so, but it was also thick,
looking almost as thick around as my wrist. And it was
still soft! I had been in enough locker rooms to know
that Mike was one of a very few men like that. Now,
looking closer, I noticed that he was also uncircumcised
and he had a lot of obvious foreskin.

When we finally got around to the office gossip and
who-was-fucking-whom, we all perked up. Jane said
she now understood why there was so much crying and
gnashing of teeth by the office beauties when Mike was
transferred across the country. She went on to say that
not only was he a sweetie, he had the most impressive
prick she had ever seen in her life. Then, Jane asked
Mike to forgive her for staring, but she had never seen
an uncircumcised cock before.

Being only human, as Mike listened to Jane’s compli-
ments, his impressive seven inches was slowly twitching
itself into a firmer, and even more impressive, nine
inches!

Jane suddenly turned to me, “I just want to touch it!”

I could tell from her expression and breathless tone,
she was asking me for permission.

I shrugged and nodded. What was I going to say?

Jane turned to Mike, “May I?”

Mike looked at me and I nodded again. He turned back
to Jane, “Sure, Jane, if you want to.”

Jane got up off her chaise and walked to Mike’s, “Oh, I
want to.”

My wife sat next to Mike on his chaise and just stared
at his cock. It was still twitching, growing firmer and
longer as we watched.

Jane slowly reached forward. There was a small
tremble in her hand. Slowly, she reached out and
touched Mike’s cock, wrapping her hand around it. Her
fingers didn’t even come close to making it all the way
around.

None of us said a word. Both of us men were intently
watching my wife’s hand as it slowly pulled back Mike’s
foreskin off the head of his cock, and then let go, so
the skin slid back to cover the head, again. Over and
over, Jane slid her hand up and down Mike’s shaft.
Jane’s other hand made its way down to his balls, where
she cupped and lifted them, as if weighing them.

I didn’t have a ruler, but my guess was that Mike was
now a hard ten inches of cock. I couldn’t even guess
its girth.

All this time, Jane was slowly lowering her head, inch
by inch, until she was only inches away from Mike’s
erection. I was watching his cock as intently as my
wife. Mike’s foreskin was so thick and long, that even
when his cock was erect (as it was now!), it was still
long enough to entirely cover his head. So both Jane
and I watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the tip;
and as Jane let the skin go, we watched the skin cover
the head, pushing the drop up, until it rested on top,
like a shiny diamond on a ring.

To my utter surprise, Jane flicked her tongue out to
lick the fluid away. Mike and I both moaned.

Now, Jane continued her hand rhythm, up and down, but
she left her tongue on the head of Mike’s cock, so that
when his foreskin returned to cover the head, it also
covered the tip of Jane’s tongue. This only happened a
few times before Mike very obviously began to cum.

Jane moved her mouth onto Mike’s cock, and began
swallowing his cum. A little of his cum leaked out the
side of her mouth, but she quickly caught it with her
finger, pushing it back in. (Jane later told me that
Mike’s cum was more than she thought any man could
shoot at one time and that he must have been saving it
up.)

Jane’s eyes looked glazed-over when she smiled up at
Mike. I knew I needed a release for my raging, almost-
painful, hard-on and suggested we move into the
bedroom. Mike and I escorted Jane to our king-sized
bed and she looked up at both of us. She looked
beautiful.

Mike laid beside my wife on one side and I took the
other. We began to explore her extraordinary body with
our hands and fingers and tongues. Mike sucked a
breast into his mouth and I licked Jane’s clit. He soon
moved down to her pussy and I kissed her mouth and
filled my hand with her tit.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I moved Mike out of the
way and slid my erect cock into my wife, to the hilt.
I had never felt her cunt so wet and hot as it was at
that moment. She reached one hand between us and made
a ring around my cock with her finger and thumb. Then
I felt her other hand on the cheek of my ass, her
fingers seeking, and finding my anus.

Knowing my climax would be almost immediate, she grin-
ned up at me and asked, “Did you enjoy seeing another
man’s cock and cum fill my mouth to overflowing?”

That was it! I rammed into her as hard as I could and
let go with a massive orgasm.

I had barely finished cumming when I felt Jane’s hands
moving my shoulders away from her. She wanted me
off her. She was looking at Mike and they were now
ready for each other. I slipped out of Jane and rolled
over on the bed, watching Mike position himself
between my wife’s wide-spread legs. His erection was
huge.

Her eyes were filled with lust as she grabbed Mike’s
hips and said, “What are you waiting for? Fuck me!
I want to feel that monster-cock in me, right now!”

Mike maintained control. “Let’s take this slow, Jane.
I don’t want to hurt you.

As his cock-head touched her cuntlips, Jane moaned
loudly.

I couldn’t believe it! I was in the same bed, watching
another man getting ready to fuck my wife!

Mike began to push slowly with his hips. Jane’s pussy
began to stretch itself around its unnatural girth.
Slowly, slowly, Mike maintained the pressure, slowly
but surely burying his cock deeper and deeper into my
wife’s cunt.

“You’re so tight, Jane. Tell me if I hurt you.”

Jane couldn’t talk, she just shook her head.

Finally, Mike touched bottom. He held himself
completely still. My wife had taken it all.

Jane was obviously savoring the feeling. She wrapped
her arms around Mike’s neck and said, “Oh, Mike, I’ve
never felt this full in my life!” Then, even without
Mike moving a muscle, Jane began a powerful orgasm
(Which she later said was the strongest she had ever
had.). Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body.
And, as she began to come down, Mike began his fucking
motion, taking her up, up, and away, again and again.

Mike dropped his face to Jane’s breasts and he began
biting and pulling her nipple with his teeth, as he
hammered into her, harder and harder with his hips.

“Oh, yes!” she screamed. If our neighbors lived any
closer, I’m sure they would have called the police.
“Fuck me hard, you bastard! I can feel all your
foreskin! I can feel it sliding up and down your cock,
sliding inside my cunt, the way it did in my hands!
Don’t let this end!”

But it did. Mike was lifting himself almost all the
way out of Jane and then slamming back into her, slap-
ping their hips together and banging his big balls
against her ass. I would have felt sorry for Jane, for
the beating she was taking, if she wasn’t so obviously
enjoying every bit of it, bouncing her hips up to meet
his down slam.

I’m not sure if Jane ever really stopped cumming, but
it was obvious when Mike began his. His face turned
red and he was gasping for breath, grunting.

When he finally collapsed on top of Jane, she wrapped
her arms around him and said, “I could feel your cum.
I could feel it shooting out of your magnificent cock,
filling my cunt.”

I guess with the party, the booze, and the sex, we were
all exhausted. Mike couldn’t make it to the guest room,
so all three of us fell asleep in our bed.

I woke up once in the night having to go to the bath-
room, and found Jane and Mike fucking again on the bed
beside me. When I awoke the next morning, I rolled
over to see Jane sucking on Mike’s cock. Mike was
still asleep.

“Don’t you think last night was enough, Jane?”

“I don’t know, Honey. It hasn’t been enough, so far.
But I’ll try to behave. I’ve just never felt like this
before- this alive, this randy, this hot. Just don’t
get mad at me, okay? I still love only you.”

For the rest of that weekend, and all of our free time
during the following week, Mike wore Jane like a
second skin. She went everywhere he went. They were
seldom dressed and never apart, and when they were
together, my lovely wife had Mike’s cock in her hands,
her mouth, or her cunt.

She even went with him to the bathroom! I followed
them once, and watched Jane get down on her knees and
pull Mike’s foreskin back so he could pee. As soon as
he was done, Jane shook the last few drops from the end
and then engulfed his meat in her mouth and sucked him
`till he came. As always, she swallowed every drop.

I don’t know how many loads of cum Jane took that
week. She sucked and fucked more loads out of Mike
than I care to count, and since she was acting like
some sex-slut, she couldn’t very well say `no’ to me
when I wanted some of her twat or mouth.

On Thursday, Mike’s last night in town, Jane handed
me the Polaroid and packages of film and asked me to
record the “love session.” But, before they got
started, Jane sucked on Mike’s cock until it reached
maximum size, and then she shot a pack of film in
almost clinical close-ups of it. I spent the rest of
the night taking pictures of their sucking and fucking.

Friday afternoon, I drove Mike back out to the airport.
He was in the backseat with Jane, who was giving him
his “farewell blow-job.” I knew how much my wife meant
it when she kissed Mike at the gate and said, “I’m
going to miss you, Mike.”

Jane still masturbates looking at her photos of Mike,
and the two of us talk about his visit in bed, before
and during lovemaking. If any change, our sex life has
gotten hotter and raunchier since Jane’s week as Mike’s
cock-slave. It’s definitely been more frequent. Jane
has been less inhibited than ever before. In fact,
just last night, she asked me if I ever noticed any
other well-hung, uncircumcised studs at the gym. Some-
how, I don’t think Jane is going to wait for Mike’s
next visit.