When I first met Viola years ago, she was a wildcat, and she has never changed.

She still looks great — at five feet seven and a hundred thirty pounds, with long legs, a great ass and that hot Puerto Rican blood. When we first started fucking she said she liked my dick. She said it was not too big, not too small, just right for her. Well, that changed.

I used to pick her up for her lunch hour at the bank where she worked. She would eat her lunch from a bag on the ten-minute drive to my place, then jump into the sack and fuck for thirty or forty minutes, and I mean fuck hard. And when she wore me out, my roommates would fuck her too. The harder we’d pump her, the more she’d say, “Harder! Harder! Ram that cock in my cunt!” Then after we finished, she would go back to work with come dripping down her thighs for the rest of the day.

After a couple of months Viola told me that she used to live in Santa Fe with her boyfriend. One day he brought another girl home to live with them, and they had a continual threesome for several months. She would tell me all the details while we were having sex. The harder we fucked, the more she would tell me. She said her boyfriend always fucked the other girl doggie-style and made Viola get underneath and do a 69 with her while also licking his cock and balls. After a while Viola got tired of not getting cock and left.

After she told me all this, I started thinking about how I had never been with two girls, so I suggested we try it. Viola was a little hesitant at first, because she didn’t want the same thing to happen again, but I told her she had nothing to worry about; I would still fuck her all she wanted. I got hold of one of the local swingers’ magazines and arranged a few meetings, but nothing really took off.

After a couple of years, I became the owner of a local strip club. We had totally nude dancers, and X-rated movies in between shows. What with all the strippers around, both local and from out of town, we didn’t have any more trouble arranging threesomes, and we did them quite often.

Then Viola decided she wanted to try doing it with two men, something she hadn’t done since the days of me and my roommates. I tried the swingers’ magazines again, and again nothing worked out, until one day I saw an ad that looked promising. When I called, the advertiser turned out to be a good friend of mine named Earl.

When I told Viola that we were going over to Earl’s for drinks and sex, she was all excited. She shaved her pussy and put on stockings, a garter belt and a dress with no bra or panties. That was the way she always dressed when we went out for sex.

We had a great time with Earl, and Viola enjoyed having plenty of cock for the first time in a while. Soon we were going over there on a regular basis.

Viola and I had an agreement that neither of us would have sex with anybody else unless the other person was around to watch. But after a while I began to suspect that my very passionate girlfriend wasn’t being too conscientious about sticking to that condition. So when Earl decided to throw a Halloween party, I hatched a little plan with him. At one point he would pretend to run out of beer and I would volunteer to go into town and get some. Then I would sneak back and see just what Viola might get up to when she thought I wasn’t around.

Actually it wasn’t much of a party. Viola was the only one who dressed up, and all she did was put on a long black dress and a witch’s hat along with her usual stockings and garter belt — and of course she shaved her pussy. When we walked in, the only people there were Earl, two guys we had never seen before and one very good-looking woman. The two men were from France. Their names were Jean-Claude and Édouard, and they turned out to be brothers, and the woman was the girlfriend of one of them. I don’t remember her name, but she was very sexy.

We sat around talking and drinking for a while, and I could see that Viola was being very flirty with the French guys, who were obviously attracted to her, and with the girl too. Finally Earl, according to our plan, announced that he was out of beer, and I immediately said I would go get some. I went out and drove off, but then I parked down the block, and about two minutes later I snuck back in through the side door.

In the living room I could hear Viola talking to the French girl, telling her how she always shaved her pussy when she was going to have hot sex. The girl, who seemed to be pretty drunk, giggled and said that she kept her pussy shaved all the time. Viola said she had never seen another girl’s shaved pussy (which wasn’t true), and she wondered if she could see if it looked anything like hers.

Well, nobody was fooling anybody here, so at that point they all went in the bedroom. I was able to peek through a crack in the door. The French girl took her clothes off, and Viola said her pussy was beautiful, and the guys agreed. Then Viola turned to the two French guys and said, “Listen, I know what Earl’s cock is like. He’s got about eight inches, and it’s a lot fatter than Roy’s.” (Roy is me.) “Roy’s isn’t even seven inches, and is kind of on the skinny side. Let’s see what a French cock is like.”

The guy named Édouard took his pants off first, and he was a little bigger than Earl. Then Jean-Claude got naked, and though I couldn’t see him very well from my angle, I heard Viola say that his was the biggest cock she had ever seen. She asked him how big it was, and he said it was about ten inches long and four inches in diameter.

“Wow, I’m saving you for last,” Viola said. “First I’m going to taste this beautiful bald pussy.” Though the French girl had no objection, Jean-Claude and Édouard each grabbed one of her feet, raised them up in the air and spread her legs as far as they could, so that Viola could get at her. So Viola started eating her, and as she did so, Earl got in back of Viola, pushed up her dress and fucked her from behind.

After he came, Viola said, “Okay, guys, roll her over on her stomach and put her ass in the air. Earl, you pull one ass cheek open and Jean-Claude, you pull the other one, so I can eat her ass. Édouard, it’s your turn to fuck me.”

The French girl may have been drunk, but she was having a great time as Viola ate her ass out, and Édouard had a ball. Viola enjoyed it, only Édouard didn’t last long enough for her. “Come on, Jean-Claude,” she cried out. “Bring that big thing to me!”

As soon as Jean-Claude started fucking her, Viola forgot all about the pussy in front of her. I had never heard her moan so much. Soon she was screaming, “Fuck me! Harder! Harder!” No matter how hard the guy fucked her, she wanted more. She came at least three or four times before he was through.

Now, with three loads of come in her, Viola told the others to hurry up and get dressed again before I got back. “You know I love Roy,” she told them, “but every time I have sex he’s always there, and once in a while I like to enjoy myself without him.”

Jean-Claude asked her if she had ever fucked two brothers before, and I almost fell over when she replied, “Oh yes, I’ve been fucking Roy’s brother Jack for the last two years, though he doesn’t know about it. Unfortunately, Jack’s dick is too small, just like Roy’s.”

I couldn’t believe it! Viola had always said my dick was “not too big, not too small, but just right.” Now she was saying she really liked big dicks — the bigger the better!

At that point, not knowing if I could take any further revelations, I snuck out and came back in through the front door, as though I’d just gotten back. When I asked Viola what they’d been doing, she said they’d just been sitting around talking.

Then she said it was “time to get this party started.” The French girl had fallen asleep, and Viola said, “I bet if I lick her pussy she’ll wake up.”

“Yeah,” I said, “go ahead and try it.” So she did. Now everything that had happened before was repeated as if for the first time, only this time Viola got fucked all night long. I guess she thought I wouldn’t notice all the come coming out of her pussy from the first time.

Not long after that I sold the strip clubs and went into another business, and Viola and I decided to get married. At that point we again made a promise to each other, vowing that there would be no more fooling around, and from now on we would always be truthful with each other.

Viola got herself a job as an assistant to the principal of a school. Her hours were from eight to five every day. Her boss was a guy about my age, but kind of short, even shorter than Viola.

One day about a month and a half after she started working, Viola called to say that she was going out for drinks after work with some of the girls from the office. “Okay, no problem,” I told her. Then I started getting that call every Friday night. Then she started calling during the work week to say she had to work late and would be home around eight. Then it was nine.

That’s when I confronted her. I said I knew that there wasn’t any work going on at the school that late, and I reminded her that we’d promised no more fucking around and to always tell the truth. “I am telling the truth,” she said. “Sometimes we just sit around and talk.”

Oh-oh, I thought, where have I heard that before?

So that’s when I knew. I went round and round with her, arguing about it, but it didn’t do any good. My suspicions were strengthened when I noticed that whenever she had her period she would be home on time. Then the strangest thing happened: She started coming home late even during her period. I couldn’t figure that out, until one Saturday morning when she started playing with my dick and I said, “Why are you starting this when you’re on your period?”

“It’s okay, baby,” she said breathlessly. “You can put it in my ass.”

Then I really knew. By now we had been together for years and years, and she had never let me or anyone else fuck her ass.

“Okay,” I said. “But you better get some baby oil or something.”

“We don’t need that,” she said. “Just put it in.”

I started out slow and gentle, but Viola said impatiently, “Don’t take so long, just shove it in.” And to my surprise it went in just as easily as it usually went in her pussy. Then, after only ten or twelve strokes, she started coming! I couldn’t believe it. I wondered, who the hell had she been practicing with?

I got a clue when I talked to a guy I met who worked at the school. He told me that the girl who had that job before Viola had quit the job after her husband found out that the principal had been fucking her for hours after work.

“Bullshit,” I said. “How can that little guy fuck for hours?” The guy’s reply was that the woman had said the little principal was hung like a horse. Aha! I figured that that was why my little cock had gone into Viola’s ass so easily.

At that point I went home and furiously told Viola that I was leaving and wanted a divorce. She began to cry and tell me how sorry she was, saying that she hadn’t wanted to lose her job and she would quit and never do it again if only I would stay. So I decided to stick it out and give her another chance.

For a while Viola really tried to be good. But I knew she wasn’t being satisfied by me alone, so I got the idea to go out and get her one of those big vibrating rubber dicks.

At first she loved that thing. She would shove it inside her and fuck it like crazy, and she would even squirt when she came. But that only lasted for so long. Then she wanted another one for her asshole, and she loved taking one in her pussy and one in her ass. And then she wanted my cock in her mouth at the same time.

Then a couple of years ago I had some major surgery done, and some chemotherapy, and afterwards my cock very seldom got hard. Even to this day I am on meds, and even when I can get it semi-hard and put it inside her, I come in just a few minutes. I know this is hard on her, and it’s hard on me also.

Last July Viola told me that she and her sister were going on a vacation together to Jamaica for a week. I told her that it would be good for her to go down there and have a good time. I told her to do whatever she wanted, even to fuck around if she wanted to. I told her she could tell me all the details when she got back, and who knew, maybe that would help give me a hard-on.

Viola got upset and said, “You still think I’m a slut. I told you I quit that stuff. Nothing is going to go on, and you shouldn’t even think that stuff of me.”

So she left on her trip, and when she got home from Jamaica she told me about how she and her sister, who was pretty wealthy, had stayed in this beautiful huge hotel suite, and ordered room service every night.

“Come on,” I said, “didn’t you guys go drinking, dancing or partying? Have a good time?” No, she insisted. “No?” I said. “You two didn’t go out at all? You just stayed in your room every single night?”

“Yes,” she said. “We just stayed in the room every night and talked.”

So there it was again.

Later on I found some sexy lingerie stuffed away in one of her drawers, the labels showing that it had been bought in Jamaica. There was also a receipted bill in her name for a three-day stay in a single room at the hotel down there. So I called the hotel and asked about why she had been billed for a single room when they had already booked a suite.

The reply was that Viola had booked that room separately, and that in fact they had been thinking of charging her a higher rate because there had always been three or four or sometimes more people in that room, and that some other guests in the hotel complained about the noise.

I guess they were all sitting around and talking.