Once his wife learned what he’d done, he wondered if he could ever do anything to save the marriage — and it only got worse when chance landed them in an unbelievable setting where normal rules didn’t apply.

Nearly a month ago my wife found out that I had betrayed her, succumbing—several times, in fact—to the temptations of a younger coworker. She was understandably furious, and I feel fortunate to be still living in the same house with Cathy.

As it happened, our kids were looking forward to a scheduled ten-day ­excursion to Orlando with their maternal grandparents. This became an opportunity for Cathy and me to see if we could salvage our relationship, though how exactly we were to proceed hadn’t been worked out. I suggested that we just hit the road—see some sights ­together and try to have a good time. She agreed reluctantly, and the morning after the kids left, we set out.

As we drove that first day and the next, Cathy only brought up the subject of my betrayal once, asking how this other woman and I came to get together. I explained that it was by accident, that I never intended to cheat on her—and that was the extent of the conversation. I hadn’t expected any quick reconciliation, and none happened.

We began our journey around the Great Plains by hitting some sights by ­design and others by chance, even setting some courses by coin flip. Since there hadn’t been any sex since Cathy found me out, it was no surprise that there still wasn’t during our motel nights. On the second night Cathy asked how often we had sex. I said, “About four, maybe five times.” (Okay, a slight undercount.) The next afternoon she asked if I had enjoyed it, and the next day she asked how I’d feel if she had sex “four, maybe five times” with someone else. I said truthfully, “I wouldn’t know.”

Then it happened. The car was overheating, and the alternator light was on. We had a broken belt, in the middle of nowhere, with no traffic anywhere, and no cell-phone signal.

We started walking toward a large building we could make out in the distance, nestled in what seemed to be a secluded valley at the end of a long dirt road. As we approached the building, several people working in the yard all stopped and stared at us, without speaking. They followed behind us as we made our way to the massive front door, which opened just as we got to it.

Standing in the doorway was a tall, 40-ish gentleman wearing a long, flowing robe. The thing Cathy noticed about him right away was his spellbinding blue eyes. He raised his hands to us and greeted us: “Welcome, brother and sister, my name is Abraham. I am the spiritual leader of this group. To what do we owe this visit?”

I introduced us and explained our automotive crisis. He placed his hands together and touched his chin with his forefingers, thinking awhile before finally saying, “We have a brother who is a mechanic, who works in town. We shall call him to retrieve what you need, and upon his return he will help you.” Then he stepped aside and invited us inside.

Abraham clapped his hands, and ­almost immediately a handsome young man and a very attractive young woman wearing some sort of white one-piece jump suits appeared and bowed before their leader. He said, “These folks need refreshment after their long walk. Bring them something to drink.” He beckoned us to be seated and be­gan to tell about his group.

He told us he’d been chosen to lead his flock of followers, but neglected to say by whom he’d been chosen. They all lived together as a spiritual group on this large ranch that an elderly follower had left to him. There were several cabins and small trailers that families lived in, and they all took meals and had rit­uals in what he called the Big House, which he just happened to occupy. They all worked for the good of the group—the higher-skilled followers working in town while the others worked the farm or the grounds.

While we partook of a lavish meal, Abraham continued talking about his role in the scheme of things, adding that there was an event tonight called “the conceiving ritual” which he hoped we would attend. Cathy seemed fascinated by the concept, and especially fascinated by Abraham.

One of his minions informed him that the mechanic had arrived, and Abraham summoned him to us. He told the man to accompany me to our car and make the necessary repairs, adding, “Be sure to return in time for the ritual.”

The mechanic answered, “Yes, sir!”

As we were leaving, I heard Abraham ask Cathy, “Are you fertile?” With a questioning look, she answered, “I think so. I’ve got two kids.” He smiled and said, “Perhaps I could convince you to take part in our ritual, yes?” She answered, “I wouldn’t know what to do.” He said, “I’ll be with you through it all. You just do what comes natural.” She said, “I’d love to be part of it.”

Cathy told me later that after I left, Abraham summoned a young lady and instructed her, “Prepare her!” The young lady took Cathy to a lavish bathroom and ran a bath in the large tub, then helped Cathy disrobe. As she stood naked in front of the girl, the latter said, “He’ll like that!” My thought as I heard this was: What man wouldn’t? ­Although Cathy’s 28, with two kids, she still looks like a high school girl. Any man would be thrilled to have her.

Meanwhile, at our car, the mechanic worked all through the afternoon, and it was nearing dark when he finished with it. We hurried back, to find the Big House full of people, and the doors locked. The mechanic, whose wife was participating in the event, knew another way in, so we quietly made our way ­inside, onto a balcony overlooking the huge room. In the center of the room was a large rock—no, a large boulder, which had a flat surface like a table top. Around the room were three other rock-tables, only somewhat smaller. Around the outer edges of the room sat 40 or 50 people, mostly men, talking in low tones among themselves.

Suddenly the lights dimmed, except for a spotlight on the center table. A moment later Abraham stepped out of the shadows dressed in a bright lavender robe and stepped toward the big table. He stopped about four feet from it and clapped his hands. Two girls dressed in skimpy outfits opened a door on the other side of the room and began escorting a woman to the rock. She was wearing what appeared to be a small white drape cloth with a hole in the center that went over her head. It was open on both sides, basically leaving her exposed to everyone.

There was a soft murmur from the crowd as the woman approached the rock. As she stepped into the light, I was dumbfounded. It was Cathy, my wife! I couldn’t believe my eyes!

”Abraham waved his hand as he turned to another door, and from it two well-built, tanned, virile-looking young men emerged. When they approached Cathy, she spread her legs, allowing them total access”

She was smiling broadly as she stood in front of Abraham, who nodded to the two girls and said, “Prepare her!”

They carefully lifted her “garment” over her head and helped her slide up on the boulder. Her firm breasts were standing tall, the nipples all puffy, and her cunt lips were swollen—she looked like she wanted to be fucked. (I was ­reminded that it had been over a month since her last time.) While she looked directly at Abraham, he pulled his robe open. A gasp arose from the crowd, along with slight applause, at the appearance of a huge member standing tall in front of him.

The mechanic whispered to me, “She must really be special. It isn’t often that the leader does this.”

”Oh, she is,” I confirmed. “She is!”

Abraham stepped up to the boulder, whose surface was at the perfect height for him. He raised his hands and head upward and proclaimed, “I do this in your light,” as the massive cockhead found Cathy’s opening. He pushed in a bit and let the head rest inside her as her lips engulfed it. After a while she began to squirm on the table, thrusting up against the cock, forcing it deeper inside her. She gasped and squealed as her pussy devoured the entire member, invoking my name and calling out, “Oh God, it feels so good!”

Abraham stood there at the rock, his nine or ten inches embedded in Cathy, for the better part of an hour, thrusting occasionally, keeping her in a state of high sexual excitement. Finally he began to stroke into her vigorously, and in perhaps three minutes, during which she screamed at the top of her lungs as she came, he planted his seed in her. When he finally withdrew, she was gasping for breath. She took his hand and thanked him effusively, saying she’d never experienced anything like that.

Abraham smiled at her and said, “Just to be certain you’re impregnated, I will have two of my disciples plant their seed in you as well.” He waved his hand as he turned to another door, and from it two well-built, tanned, virile-looking young men emerged. When they ­approached Cathy, she lay back on the slab and spread her legs, allowing them total access.

The first hunk untied the towel-like garment covering his loins and let it fall. Cathy smiled at the sight of his equipment, which was even larger than Abraham’s. He strode to the rock, that giant slab throbbing visibly with each beat of his heart, and inserted it in her juicy opening. It took only about ten minutes for this “breeder”—the mechanic told me that’s what these young studs are called—to complete his task, while the other young hunk prepared to follow him. Cathy was taken aback when she saw his cock. It wasn’t any longer than the others’, but it was thicker and meat­ier-looking, with a head as big around as a beer can, and it was backed up by a pair of massive testicles.

Cathy was more than eager to begin, and reached up for the monster cock. My first thought was, “This is going to take awhile,” and I was right, because while the two superstuds were finishing with Cathy, six more breeders appeared to service other young women who were laid out naked on the other rock-tables. One of them, the mechanic informed me, was his wife, and she was good for a twofer. Her husband seemed grateful to the pair of breeders for taking care of her! And truth be told, I rather enjoyed the ­exhibition myself.

For the rest of the night I was put up in a camper trailer. I was told that Cathy would join me when the breeders finished with her. The sun was rising when she slowly climbed the trailer steps and entered. I let her sleep till noon before waking her. Shortly afterward, we took leave of our host.

It was quiet in the car as we made our way back onto the highway and headed east. That is, it was quiet until Cathy woke up. The first question she had was: “Did you see any of what went on last night?”

”I saw all of it,” I said, grinning, “all except for the finish with the monster young breeders.”

”Are you okay with it?”

”Well, at first I was a little hurt,” I said, “but when I saw that you were enjoying it so much, I kind of liked it. Is that all right with you?”

She didn’t answer, but momentarily a smile crossed her lips.

•••

As we rode along, Cathy finally broke the silence. “Okay, Abraham and the two breeders, that’s three. I have two more coming.” It took me a beat to figure out that she was going by my number “five.” In truth, if she only knew, she had a few more times coming. I figured what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me!

We were trying to make it home that night, but it was simply too far. When I couldn’t drive anymore, we stopped at a motel for the night. After eating a hearty meal, we weren’t ready to head upstairs for the night, so we adjourned to the lounge for a nightcap.

There weren’t many people in the lounge, but at the bar were two guys, both of them black, who seemed to take a shine to Cathy and weren’t shy about letting her know it. While she and I played a game of pool, one of them approached the table and said, “I’ve got the winner,” and laid his money on the table. Now, Cathy plays in a women’s pool league, and I knew she wasn’t likely to be beaten. After she finished me off, I watched her beat both guys, who graciously bought us drinks, then asked for a rematch and lost again—and then bought us another round!

Along about now Cathy was feeling her oats. Looking at the guys, who were back sitting at the bar, she said to me,

”Well, what do you think?”

”About what?” I replied.

”Do you want to get this over with tonight?” she said. “So maybe we can go back to normal? Or not?”

Still not getting it, I said, “Sorry, I’m not following.”

She got a serious look on her face and said, “There are two of them, right, and you still owe me two, right? They look just fine to me. Plus I don’t know when I’ll get another chance at guys like them. So what do you think?”

”You mean because they’re—”

She smiled and nodded. Then she asked if I could make it happen.

I wanted to say, “You mean I have to be your pimp too?” Instead, I pondered it for a minute while looking at her, then said, “Okay, I’ll give it a shot.”

I called out to the guys and invited them to come over to our table for a minute. They eagerly grabbed their drinks and pulled up a couple of chairs to join us. “You guys are going to think I’m crazy,” I began, “but I have a proposition for you.”

”Okay,” one of the guys said, looking at the other. “Go ahead.”

”I’ve noticed that the two of you have taken a liking to Cathy. I could tell from the time we came in—”

The other guy interrupted. “Well, yes, but look, we didn’t mean anything by it. We don’t want any trouble.”

”No, no, you’ve got me all wrong,” I ­replied quickly. “Look, there isn’t any easy way to say this, so I’ll just come out with it. Cathy would like . . . no, I mean we would like to . . . aw, the hell with it, Cathy wants the two of you to have sex with her tonight in our room.”

”Motherfuck!” one guy wailed. The other one cried, “ Shit, you say!”

”It’s a long story, guys,” Cathy said, her face red with embarrassment. “But it boils down to the fact that I find myself looking for some action tonight, and you guys are really nice and really hot. And I’ve never fucked a black guy before. So what do you say?”

The first guy, Brendan, was bouncing up and down in his seat, while the other guy, Mack, took hold of her hand and assured her he’d do everything he could to make this a memorable experience. I told them that if we were all in agreement, I would take care of the bar tabs and they could head straight up to our room. I watched the three of them make their way out of the lounge, with everybody on the premises giving them long looks—and my wife reveling in all the attention!

It took me about ten minutes to make it upstairs, where I found the three of them already naked. As I entered, Cathy ran up to me and threw her arms around me and gave me a big kiss—the first in over a month. She quickly rejoined the men, who resumed running their hands all over her. I picked an armchair and settled in for the show.

Brendan took Cathy’s hand and led her to the bed, then laid her on it gently, with his eager erection sticking straight out. He crawled between her legs and lowered himself onto her, and she took hold of his shaft and guided it to her opening, then squealed as it entered her. I had a feeling she would remember this moment for a long time.

Brendan had been in Cathy about 15 minutes when both their bodies seemed to explode. He delivered another five or six shots before pulling out of her. Then she just lay there with her eyes closed, and Mack crawled on the bed and began to play with her tits—kissing, fondling, sucking. She stroked his erection and massaged his balls. After a while she rose up on the bed and straddled him on her knees, then took hold of his cock, which was big enough around that she couldn’t touch her thumb with her fingers. While holding it, she lowered herself onto it, then looked my way with a big smile as she began to rock herself back and forth on it.

This went on for a while, until Mack grabbed Cathy and spun around so he was on top of her. She laughed glee­fully until he started really stroking her, which soon had her gasping and hollering. While he fucked her relentlessly, she grew hoarse from all her vocalizing. Eventually her body convulsed as she came; soon after, his balls tightened and he blew his load inside her.

While Cathy lay quietly on the bed, the guys dressed and left. I climbed on the bed beside her and congratulated her on her achievement, then kissed her good night. As I pulled the covers over her, I noted a trickle of spent come oozing out of her cunt.

Late the next morning, we drove the three hours to our house.

Back home, Cathy took a quick clean-up shower. As she dried off in front of me, I noticed that her pussy, which had always been an “innie,” now had “outie” lips, stretched out of shape and protruding. The “nooner” sex we had was extra good. In fact, for the next three weeks or so the sex was simply fantastic. Then it dropped off sharply. A week later, I finally found out why.

After putting the kids to bed, Cathy came in the living room and interrupted the ten o’clock news with news of her own. “Can I talk to you, Jimmy?” she said. I knew from the way she uttered my name that she had something serious on her mind.

She began by saying that she loved me and wouldn’t want to do anything to hurt me, but—

And there she paused. Until finally I said, “But what?”

”I’m sure you remember what happened last month,” she said cautiously, holding my hand tightly, “and you probably know that I really liked it. I’ve been wanting to ask you if I could, you know, do it again—assuming I could find guys around here to do me.”

At once I was ready to shout, “Yes!” The fact is that I’d been trying to think of a way to bring up the subject myself! Drawing her closer, I said, “I’m okay with it, if you really want to do it.” Talk about understatement! “Okay with it”? I was thrilled with the idea! “And I don’t see any problem finding suitable guys.”

She responded with a resounding “Yes!” and we made our way to bed, where we discussed it further, making a plan for Friday night. We agreed that Cathy shouldn’t be with men we knew socially, so we settled on her going downtown, across the railroad tracks that separate the business district from the less affluent side of town. There, in a six-block area, are about ten bars whose major clientele is factory workers and wannabe town toughs. We picked a bar for her to try first. I wanted to go along with her, but she said she wanted to go alone.

Friday night finally arrived. I took the kids to Grandma’s, arriving back home in time to see Cathy fixing her hair. She had it up, in a way I had never seen it ­before. She was also wearing makeup, which she normally never did. She was wearing a white short-sleeve blouse and “painted on” tight shorts. When she turned to face me, I saw another first: She wasn’t wearing a bra! Her swollen nipples were clearly visible beneath the fabric. She was a sight!

Suddenly I was beginning to have second thoughts about this whole business. But Cathy announced, “Kiss me for luck. I’m out of here!” And at ten minutes till ten she closed the front door behind her and was gone.

I settled in to watch TV, but my mind couldn’t focus on it. About half past ten I looked at the clock and thought, “She must be there by now. I wonder how it’s all going.” I went to bed, thinking that if nothing happened, she’d be home by 1:30, since the bars closed at 1. When 1:30 passed, I allotted her another 15 minutes. By 2:00, though, I was sure she was being fucked by someone, somewhere. My hard-on throbbed as I lay there, until about 2:20 I heard her come in the back door.

”There, in a six-block area, are about ten bars whose major clientele is factory workers and wannabe town toughs. We picked a bar for her to try first. I wanted to go with her, but she wanted to go alone”

When she reached the bedroom door, the small lamp I’d left on showed her smiling broadly, with her blouse wide open and a large hickey on her right tit. Best of all, she had a large wet spot in the crotch of her faded jeans shorts. All too clearly she had accomplished her mission!

In seconds she was in bed with me, fucking like a wildcat. It didn’t take me long to empty my load in her. Afterward, as we lay together, I asked her to tell me all about it.

She began by saying how nervous she’d been sitting in her car outside the bar before getting out and venturing in. “My heart was pounding as I opened the door and entered. The place went silent. I found an opening at the bar, and a young guy named Freddy walked up and asked me if he could buy me a drink. I said sure. He never took his eyes off my tits, and I noticed a bulge developing in his pants. He was asking all about me, and finally asked if I was married. I asked if that made any difference, and he said, ‘If it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me.’

”He kept getting bolder. When he tried to feel my tits, I said, ‘Not here.’ He walked me to a table way in back, and as we sat, he reached under the table, unsnapped my pants and shoved his hand down the front. He oohed, ‘That’s nice!’ I held onto the edges of the table while he fingered me to a climax. Afterward, I barely managed to say, ‘Let’s get out of here.’ I pulled myself together a bit and we left.

”He said his car was in the alley. I didn’t care where we went, just so it was someplace he could fuck me. As we approached the rear of his car, he spun me toward him, grabbing the front of my blouse and popping all the buttons off. He pulled it off my shoulders, baring my tits, and said, ‘Wow!’ While he sucked on them, I undid my shorts. He pulled them down, and as I pulled out of them, he opened his pants. His cock was fairly long, with a neat curve. It was covered with pulsing veins.

”He lowered me onto the trunk of his car and pushed his cockhead in me. I squealed as he entered, and soon had my legs wrapped around his back. It only lasted about ten minutes, but it was really exciting because of where we were. When he wheezed, ‘Can I come in you?’ I replied quickly, ‘Ohmygod, yes!’ And he did.

”Later, while we dressed, he asked if he could have my phone number and maybe see me again. I reminded him that I’m married. This time he asked if it made any ­difference. I thought for a bit, then said, ‘I guess I’ll give you the number.’ Then he walked me to my car, and now here I am.”

By then I was ready again, and took advantage of Cathy’s excitement.

A few days later Freddy called. By that time, Cathy and I had talked more about him and I’d asked if she thought she might get him to do her with me present, since just having her tell me about her escapades wasn’t anything like actually watching. She was doubtful but said she’d ask him.

When Freddy called, I ran to the kitchen phone so I could listen in. He told her how much he’d enjoyed being with her, and hinted that he’d like to do it again. Again she reminded him about me, then told him that her husband not only knew what had happened but now wanted to watch them fuck. She suggested that we all meet Saturday night in the lounge of a local motel.

He said, “If that’s what it takes to have you again, just tell me what time.”

She did, and now we’re both looking forward to it. I think it’s safe to say that Freddy is too!