Migrating from social circle to social circle, I kept life interesting by shaking up the casts. There wasn’t anything sneaky about it or even, really, cynical. I genuinely liked people. I also enjoyed them in a variety.

And people generally liked me — especially the married women in any given group. It almost never failed that one or two would be giving me the eye, and eventually they would corner me somewhere.

That proved true at a recent barbecue, when Melinda maneuvered me away from the other guests. She was a striking woman with lovely eyes and a sexy figure. And a ring on her finger. Her husband was named Mac. I’d met him. He seemed like a nice guy. The husbands always seemed to be nice guys.

“Tell me, Jim,” Melinda purred. That was just how she spoke. She held a glass of wine with such poise that she looked like a magazine ad.

“Tell you what, my dear?” I countered.

“Oh, anything. Any deep dark confession you’d like.”

When she smiled — as she was at that moment — her natural beauty got amped up even higher.

I sipped my beer. Over her shoulder, I could see the rest of the gathering across the broad green lawn. About two dozen people were present.

I said, “I’m not really in a confessing mood.” But I kept my tone friendly. “How about a story instead?”

“Oooh, that’d be lovely!” Her eyes sparkled as she spoke.

“OK. It’s about a fellow named … John. John made some new friends, and he liked them all very much. One woman in particular seemed to like him a lot, and he would’ve liked to be closer to her. But she was married.”

“What was her name?” Melinda’s tone stayed even, her manner flirty.

“Melissa. Melissa was married to Mark. Now, Mark knew Melissa liked to sleep with other men because he’d caught her once. Instead of being devastated by her infidelity, however, Mark was fantastically excited by it. He broke down right in front of her, telling her how badly he’d been hurt, but what he was really saying was he liked being cheated on. It aroused him as nothing else ever had. So Melissa arranged to have sex with other men, and she ‘made’ Mark watch, but Mark wanted to watch, wanted to be mortified and shamed and excited. He wanted to be a cuckold.”

Her face was flushed. Her breathing had quickened. But she held her poise, which I admired.

“So, Jim, do you read minds?” she purred.

“No, my dear. I read people. Maybe I should confess something to you, after all. I’m the cuckold king.”

She looked me up and down as if truly seeing me for the first time. Then she set aside her wineglass and tugged my shirtfront as she murmured, “Come with me.”

I left my beer and followed, even though doing so was against my personal protocols. But maybe she just wanted to talk in private. We went around to a gardening shed and slipped inside. She threw the latch that locked the door, flicked on the light and faced me with her eyes blazing. But there wasn’t anger in her look; it was unmistakable lust.

My own excitement was rising, but I meant to stick to my principles. With effort, I said, “Look, Melinda, I don’t have affairs with married women.”

She pressed up against me. I felt her luscious form and her ample tits, and my cock stirred.

“This isn’t going to be an affair, Jim. I just want to sample the goods, so I know what both me and my husband will be getting into.”

Actually, that sounded rather reasonable. Before I could consider her gambit any further, she mashed her mouth against mine. I responded automatically, and quickly our tongues were swirling together. She kissed with a sweet fury. My cock went rock-hard, tenting my pants.

She put her hand on my crotch, and I almost objected. But if she wanted to see “the goods,” I couldn’t really stop her. Besides, desire was a blazing heat in me by that point. She rubbed my throbbing shaft through my clothes

My hands slipped down to the hem of her skirt, pulling it up so I could cup her panty-clad ass. I kneaded her lovely cheeks, causing her to moan happily into my mouth as our passion intensified.

Melinda deftly unfastened my fly, and my straining cock sprang out into her hand. Her grip was firm, and she gave me a few pumps. Her thumb swiped across my knob, making my whole body shudder with pleasure.

My fingers slid into her panties, pushing them down her thighs. She wriggled against me, pressing her tits against my chest. Our makeout session was getting out of hand. I vowed not to fuck her in that hot little shed, and if I refrained, I would be maintaining my integrity. At least, that’s what I told myself in that moment.

But things were still escalating between us, and it had to go somewhere. Abruptly, I turned her around, hooking an arm around her midsection and pulling her tight to me. I yanked up the front of her skirt, while my hard cock pressed into the luscious valley separating the tight hemispheres of her ass. I rubbed myself there, adding to my ecstasy.

Meanwhile, I slipped two fingers into her pussy, feeling her ready wetness and relishing the warmth inside her. She bit down a cry as I worked my digits in and out of her. She pressed back against me, and I rubbed the length of my cock harder in the groove between her ass cheeks, imagining how glorious it would be to fuck her. But for the encounter to be right, her husband would have to be watching — and maybe even whimpering with happy humiliation as I boned his incredibly horny wife.

But reality was busy enough without adding fantasy to it. I thrilled to the grasp of her pussy around my plunging fingers. Her clit pulsed, and I worked the stiff little nub with my thumb. A low groan started deep in her throat. It rose in volume as I fingered her and humped against her ass.

Suddenly, she was writhing through a massive climax, and her juices spilled over my fingers. She let out a final contented sigh, then spun out of my embrace. She seized my shirt with both hands and pulled me toward her like a ravenous hellcat. But after a moment of thought, she shoved me back. There I stood with my back against the shed door and my cock twitching like crazy.

Melinda grinned and dropped to her knees. She cradled my balls in her hand, and before I could stop her, her mouth enveloped my swollen cockhead.

Not that I wanted to stop her. However, our encounter was definitely bending my personal rules of engagement, but I decided — as she swiftly swallowed my shaft — that the rules could stand some bending. After all, I wasn’t actually fucking her.

Her tongue danced on my dick, and she deep-throated me with a natural ease.

Pleasure ricocheted through my body as she bobbed her head, increasing her tempo as she continued. Her hand applied gentle pressure to my balls. My legs started to tremble seconds before my body was wracked by a mad quivering.

With a gasp, I warned her I was about to lose my load, but she kept up her oral attack. The first spew of come tore out of me with a shattering explosion of pleasure. Spurt after spurt followed, and I heard Melinda noisily swallowing everything I had to give.

When I was spent, she rose to her feet. She adjusted her skirt and smiled at me. A stray drop of spunk seeped from a corner of her mouth, and she caught it with her tongue. Dazed, I tucked away my cock.

“Let’s go rejoin the party,” she said. “There’s a conversation I want us to have with my husband.”

I grinned, already feeling new stirrings of arousal. She and Mac weren’t the only ones who got seriously turned on by a cuckold setup. That’s for sure.

What was important was that we were all in agreement about what would be done, what could be said and how far we would go. Mac, of course, would be the cuckold: the husband whose wife was unfaithful.

But he would only be playing a role, as would we all. Mac could experience the intensity of a so-called humiliating experience without any genuine animosity on Melinda’s part. It was plain to me that they loved each other, but I wasn’t unfamiliar with the peculiar ways love might be expressed. Some people can’t screw unless they’re covered head to toe in latex. Different strokes. Love what you love.

When we set a date, I counted off the days on the calendar with intense anticipation. Finally, the night arrived. I drove over to their place. The front door had been left unlocked for me. My pulse was pumping, and my body was humming. I’d had half a hard-on going for hours. I left my jacket in the foyer and went to the bedroom.

I’d known what to expect. Everything had been spelled out ahead of time — though the three of us agreed to leave wiggle room, in case we wanted to improvise.

So I wasn’t surprised when I walked in the room and found Mac, naked and sitting in a chair facing the broad bed. His hands were bound behind him, and there was a gag in his mouth. That gag consisted of a pair of his wife’s lacy panties.

As for Melinda, she lay draped across the bed, sans panties. Sans everything, actually. Her naked body was gorgeous with full tits and stiff nipples. Her pussy gleamed with arousal, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

A great thrill seized me, even before we’d started. The scene was perfect, and checked all the boxes for me. I strutted over to the foot of the bed, letting my gaze roam over Melinda’s bare flesh.

I turned my smile toward Mac, bound to his chair.

“Who’s this?” I asked Melinda, as if we’d never met.

“That’s my husband, Mac. Don’t worry, stud. He can’t do anything to stop us. He’s … helpless.” I heard the excitement in her voice. It practically quivered.

Mac made a sound, which was unintelligible through the wadded-up panties in his mouth. I said to him, “We don’t need your mouth right now, Mac. Maybe later.”

With that, his cock began to rise. He shifted in the chair, as if trying to cover his erection. I wondered if he felt ashamed for betraying his excitement. No matter. He was seriously turned on, and there was no denying it.

I turned back to Melinda and started leisurely undressing as I proposed, “How about the two of us fuck? Would you like that, you hot sexy thing?”

Her lovely face was flushed as she replied, “Yes. Come to me, stud. Do it all to me!”

I shucked my shirt, kicked away my shoes and stepped out of my slacks. My cock stood out ramrod-stiff. Melinda gazed rapturously at it. As I moved onto the bed, she boldly took hold of my erection.

Mac made a noise of mock protest. If he actually wanted to say something, he could just spit out his gag. His bound hands were also loosely tied, so he could get loose if he really cared. However, he was playing along, utterly committed to his role as the helpless hubby.

I was committed to my role, as well. Ready to be the stud who screwed his wife, while he watched.

Melinda’s grip felt good. She started pumping my shaft as I lay down facing her. I reached out and caressed her breast, flicking her erect nipple with my thumb. She released a sigh of happiness.

Her legs were spread, and I moved to touch her pussy. I trailed my fingertips over her belly, giving her a moment to anticipate the contact. When my fingers grazed her slick outer lips, her body lurched. Her fist tightened around my cock, and she kept jerking it.

Dipping my fingers into her pussy, I once felt again her interior heat and slickness. It was like when I’d finger-fucked her in the shed — only it was nothing like that. This was far more intense. I felt Mac’s burning eyes on us every second. There were mirrors on the walls, and he could watch us from multiple angles — and we could watch him back.

His face twisted with jealousy as the two of us indulged in our sexual shenanigans. I saw what a thrill the moment was for Melinda. I leaned in and kissed her. We weren’t tender about it; our tongues tangled wildly. Her hand pulled harder on me. I fingered her deeper, feeling her cunt getting wetter with every plunge.

I frigged her earnestly, and our sloppy kiss intensified. It was like she was trying to lick my tonsils.

Suddenly, she cried out. We were no longer in a shed at a barbecue. There was no need to hold back. She let loose a loud triumphant moan. Her body thrashed, and her pussy quivered around my fingers.

Once she’d caught her breath, she pushed me onto my back and lay down between my legs. She shifted around until she could look directly at Mac as she lowered her open mouth onto my swollen cockhead. I watched in one of the mirrors as he shook his head wildly back and forth, as if he could negate what he was seeing by willpower alone.

But nothing could stop the reality of her lips enveloping my knob. I lifted my head to watch her suck my shaft. Her tongue swirled around my rod, eliciting wonderful pleasure from me. I felt myself sinking into the bed as she sucked me right down to my sac.

Her mouth rode up and down. I felt my cockhead enter her throat with every downward plunge. She cupped my balls, softly fondling them and adding to my rising joy. Then her mouth came off me, and she said to her husband, “He tastes so fucking good!”

I already knew about Melinda’s oral talents. But I didn’t want to blow another load down her throat — at least not before Mac got to see more of us in action. With gentle tugs, I got her to let go of my staff.

I shifted her around on her back, so her head dangled off the edge of the bed. She could still look at her husband, albeit upside down. I hunkered between her outspread legs. I kissed her inner thighs, enjoying the silkiness of her skin.

Finally, I moved in hungrily on her pussy and breathed in her lush aroma. Unfurling my tongue, I took a long swipe along her cleft and got a good taste of her.

Melinda moaned with pleasure and told her husband, “He’s got a hot tongue. He sure knows how to eat pussy!”

I made sure I performed to those standards. I drilled her deep then zeroed in on her engorged clit. I made sure Mac had a good view of the proceedings in one of the mirrors. I was sure he couldn’t help but watch.

As I worked, Melinda kept up her crude commentary. She grew more and more breathless as her climax closed in on her. I feasted on her clit, coaxing it with my tongue, and even nibbling it delicately with my teeth.

She erupted in another moan, shaking helplessly on the bed. I chuckled, hearing Mac’s whimpers. Our encounter was going very well.

But he needed to see me fuck his wife.

Melinda, in her post-orgasmic afterglow, cheerfully complied as I arranged her body yet again. I made sure Mac had a perfect side view of us.

Grinning, Melinda drew her knees up, which would let Mac watch my cock actually entering her pussy. My spit-wet rod throbbed as I moved into position with my cockhead poised. We both turned to look at Mac. His own dick was dribbling pre-come, and his eyes were wide.

“You watch this stud fuck me,” she called out.

“Yeah, watch this!” I chimed in.

With that, I plunged into the welcoming warmth of her grasping pussy. She rocked underneath me as I drove deep, finding her inmost reaches. She had her hands hooked behind her knees to keep her legs raised. Mac’s eyes were riveted to where my cock connected me with his wife.

I stroked into her. Her tits bounced as I rocked her body. A long animal-like cry spilled from her lips. I wondered how much of that was for Mac’s benefit. But I decided, after feeling how tight she clutched me, that she was very definitely enjoying herself.

Her pleasure became more evident as I pounded her harder. She writhed, lifting her hips with more intensity to meet each of my downward strokes. My sac smacked loudly against her. My spunk was simmering inside my balls as I anticipated a hot release.

I really slammed home as I went into the final stretch. She bucked wildly, her climax tearing through her. Her pleasure set me off seconds later. With a howl of my own, I pulled out of her and let my come fly. Mac deserved a true money shot.

My jizz rained all over Melinda’s beautiful body, hitting her belly and tits and face. The pleasure turned me inside out.

Panting, I backed off of the bed and headed over to Mac’s chair. I freed his hands and pulled the panties out of his mouth. Pointing to his wife, I said, “Get over there, and lick up my come!”

He scampered to obey, licking my goo from his wife’s body. Melinda’s face was glazed with lust as he caressed her all over with his tongue. She writhed and moaned, her cries increasing in volume and intensity as her arousal began to soar once more.

Once he’d lapped up my load, he nestled between his wife’s thighs and ate her to another orgasm. Then — while I watched — he mounted Melinda, humping her fiercely. She squealed with delight as her husband drilled her like a maniac. The little minx even locked eyes with me as Mac pummeled her pussy and filled her with his cream.

Although I was sure she enjoyed our coupling, I could tell that screwing her husband right after me was the icing on the cake for her.

It’s safe to say the evening ended with all of us satisfied.