Trama

Veronica and I are 29 and have been married for four very wild years, full of mind-blowing sexual adventures. It all started about three months after we returned from our honeymoon and she found a stash of porn mags in my desk drawer. At first she was pissed because she thought I bought them to look at pictures of naked women. I explained to her that over the previous year or so, I’d bought them because the stories were really hot. She then took one of the magazines, went into our bedroom and closed the door. I spent the next hour over in my office working, thinking she was pissed at me.

Finally, when I thought she’d had enough time to cool off, I went to the bedroom to see how mad she really was.

As I got to the bedroom door, I saw it was ajar. I heard my wife moaning, so I peeked inside. To my surprise, I saw Veronica laying nude on the bed, reading the magazine with one hand while pumping an eight-inch vibrator deep inside her pussy with the other. I stood there for several minutes, watching in fascination as she serviced her pussy until she reached a very strong orgasm. While she was still coming down from her climax, I opened up the door and smiled at her. When she opened her eyes, she saw me standing there, and she said, “Adam, these stories are hot! I’ve come three times already and I’ve only read four stories!”
I looked at the magazine to see what she was reading right then, and it was a letter about a wife who cheats on her husband with his permission. I remembered that one well. Reading about a husband who let two well-hung studs fuck his wife had turned me on, and I asked if she liked the story, too. She replied that the thought of being serviced that way really lit a fire in her. Then she questioned if the stories were true, if husbands were really willing to share their wives with other men. I told her that I thought many men fantasized about that situation.
There was a brief silence, and then Veronica asked if I had that fantasy. I told her the truth, that yes, I fantasized about her doing another guy—or even two at once. She looked shocked, and I thought for sure she was pissed again. But as soon as she saw the look of concern on my face, she took my hand and pulled me toward her. She gave me a very wet, sloppy kiss, and we ended up having a fantastic round of sex, during which she came several times before I had a great orgasm myself.


We started talking about fantasies, and she opened up about what she dreamed about. She said that she was very happy with my eight-inch cock, and that I always got her off when we had sex, but she’d always wondered what it would be like if she were to be fucked by two or even three guys. She assured me she loved me and would never cheat, that it was just a fantasy. I knew she’d always be loyal, and I told her so. Then I confessed that I’d often thought about sharing her with another man, and that that fantasy always got me so hard that I’d have to masturbate in order to relieve my boner.

We talked some more about it, and eventually we decided that we wanted to bring our mutual fantasy to life. We were planning to take a trip down to Miami in two weeks for some fun anyway, and since we’d be in a city where no one knew us, we decided we could really go fucking wild.

For the next two weeks, we were on a sexual high. We made love several times a day and tried every position possible. Then we started planning our trip. Veronica went shopping and bought some sexy clothes but wouldn’t let me see them before we got down to Miami. We discussed what we’d do once we were there; the plan was for the two of us to go to the hotel lounge separately and for her to get picked up by a guy. Then she’d tell him she’d fuck him, but only if I could be in the room to watch and join in. My wife’s smoking hot, so we weren’t too worried about the guys saying no.
As we flew to Miami, Veronica kept rubbing on my thigh and occasionally sneaking quick grabs at my cock, which was always hard. We arrived on time and got settled into our room a little after eight o’clock, and decided that we would implement our plan that very night. I went downstairs to wait in the lounge while Veronica changed clothes. She wanted to surprise me with one of her new outfits, and since we couldn’t enter the lounge at the same time anyway, it made sense for me to get a head start.

I had a boner for the entire hour I waited for my wife by the bar, and by the time she arrived, just before 9 p.m., I was aching to come. The sight of my wife didn’t help matters, either. Veronica is five feet seven inches tall, has a slender waist and a nice firm set of 36C breasts. She was wearing a black, skin-tight Spandex dress that just barely covered her ass. It was cut low in the front, too, showing a fair amount of her fat, creamy breasts. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra because her nipples were poking through the front of the dress and her breasts were bouncing wildly as she walked.


As she passed me, she gave me a wink then went over to an empty table and sat down. I looked around the room and noticed a lot of guys eyeing her as she strutted past in her four-inch heels. She’d ordered a glass of wine and was sipping it when a handsome guy who looked like he was in his early 30s got up from a nearby table and approached her. He introduced himself (I later learned his name was Brent) and asked if he could join her. She nodded and smiled, then looked over at me to make sure I was watching.

Brent told her that he and his friends were in town for a weekend seminar. They talked for a few minutes before he signaled his friends to join them at Veronica’s table. Brent moved over to sit on her right, while the other guys, Lance and Carl, sat on her left. These new guys were also very handsome and appeared to be the same age as Brent. The four of them chatted for about an hour, and everyone seemed to be getting along very well.
After a while, I noticed Brent occasionally putting his hand on Veronica’s thigh. The first two times, she discreetly pushed his hand away, but the third time, she left it there. From my vantage point, I could see that her dress had ridden up almost to her ass, and that Brent was stroking her thigh, inching his way higher and higher. A while after that, I saw that Lance had placed his hand on my wife’s other thigh and was sliding his palm back and forth on her smooth skin.

Veronica was smiling and squirming a little in her seat, and when Brent’s hand moved up even closer to her pussy, I watched her jump a little. I figured that he’d reached her pussy a moment later, because I saw my wife spread her legs wide for him. This continued for several minutes as both men caressed Veronica’s thighs—and, most likely, her pussy. At that point, she said something that made them turn in my direction. Then she rubbed her nose, our signal for me to join them.

As I walked over to their table, I noticed that Brent was still rubbing Veronica’s inner thigh. I watched his hand carefully as my wife smiled and announced, “Boys, this is my husband, Adam, and he wants to watch you all make love to me. Are you game?” All three guys looked at my smiling face and immediately said yes.


We left the lounge and got the elevator to our room. While we were in the elevator, Veronica turned to Lance and gave him a very passionate open-mouthed kiss that lasted till we arrived at our floor—lucky number 13. As we walked down the hallway, Carl and Brent walked on either side of her and rubbed her ass, and when we got to our room, Veronica gave Carl as deep a kiss as she’d given Lance in the elevator. Then everyone started to undress, and I moved over to sit in a desk chair near the foot of the bed.

When Veronica took off her dress, the guys got their first look at her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were sticking out, and they were as hard as erasers. The only thing she was still wearing was sheer black pantyhose, and the guys and I could all see her pussy. I was surprised to see that she had shaved her entire bikini area—her entire pussy, actually—and was completely bold down there. She then removed the pantyhose, lay back on the bed and spread her legs. I could see her juices forming in her slit, and I knew she was ready for an evening of sexual pleasure.
Veronica and I checked out the guys as they removed their clothes. Brent was sporting a seven-inch cock that was as thick as mine; Carl was about an inch longer and thicker; and Lance was the proud owner of a cock that was about nine inches long. Veronica smiled brightly when she saw Lance’s pole swaying in front of him, and she motioned for him and the other two men to get on the bed with her.

Brent began kissing her while Lance began sucking her right breast. Meanwhile, Carl moved his head down to Veronica’s pussy and began licking her. He then slid two fingers into her hole and began finger-fucking her while he continued to lick her clit. Veronica started to squirm under his ministrations, and she started to moan into Brent’s mouth as they kissed. A short time later, Veronica broke the kiss and let loose a blood-curdling scream as her body shuddered, wracked with the first of many orgasms she would have during the night.
She yelled for Carl to keep eating her pussy and finger-fucking her, saying that she wanted to come again. When she calmed down a little bit, she went back to French-kissing Brent, who was now caressing her left breast. Less than three minutes later, Veronica’s body stiffened again as she arched her back, bringing her ass up off the bed, as she came a second time.

Once she settled down, Carl moved up her body and slowly slid his eight-inch-long hunk of meat into her pussy and started pumping slowly. Veronica immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him to her. Brent stopped kissing her then and moved up to the headboard so that his seven-inch cock was next to her face.
My wife immediately swallowed his bone and held her head still as he face-fucked her. With how tight and wet her pussy was—and how warm and wet her mouth—they only lasted about five more minutes before they came, Carl first and then Brent. As Brent filled her mouth, Veronica had her third orgasm of the night.
When Brent and Carl moved away from her, Lance took his turn between her legs. He started to put his cock into her pussy, but Veronica stopped him and told him to go slow because he was much thicker than what she was used to. With that instruction, Lance began to work his cock into my wife’s soaked pussy, getting his entire length into her before resting briefly, letting Veronica get used to how full he made her feel. When she finally signaled that she was ready, he started fucking her forcefully, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her with each and every thrust. They fucked passionately for several minutes, and then Veronica had yet another orgasm, her fourth of the night, a personal best!

Lance wasn’t done with her though. As soon as she finished screaming and writhing in climax, Lance told her to roll over and get on her hands and knees. She did as he said, and he immediately shoved his cock all the way up inside her again. Veronica gave a yelp and clenched her hands in the bedsheets. Lance then began power-fucking her. It wasn’t enough for my wife, though, and she started yelling at him to fuck her harder and deeper and to make her come again. She was making so much noise that Carl volunteered to quiet her down. He moved up to the head of the bed and waved his cock at her face. She immediately opened her mouth, allowing him to shove his dick deep down into her throat.

Veronica was muffled by Carl’s cock, but she didn’t stop completely. Instead, she continued to moan around his meat, getting him all worked up and quickly bringing him to climax. In less than two minutes, he blew his load in her mouth just as she and Lance felt their own orgasms rip through them.
After that, they all took a break for a few minutes. Veronica was laying on the bed with her legs spread wide, and I could see that her pussy was gaping and she had semen dripping out of her hole. She looked sexy as hell.
When she’d rested a few minutes, Veronica got off the bed and walked over to where I was sitting, my hand still wrapped around my cock, though I’d stopped jerking for the moment. My hand and chest were soaked with the come I’d sprayed while watching the scene that had played out in front of me. I figured that was more than enough to let her know how much I’d enjoyed seeing her with the other men, but she still asked if I was okay with what was happening.

“Honey,” I told her, “watching you has been totally hot. In case you didn’t know, I’ve already come twice.”
She smiled at me and leaned down to give me a kiss. I could taste the other men’s salty sperm on her tongue as we kissed, but all it did was turn me on even more. And when she said that she planned to fuck my brains out once the guys were done with her, well, my half-limp cock quickly turned to steel.
Veronica got a drink of water from the bathroom and then climbed back onto the bed, inviting the guys to join her again. Their cocks were hard pretty quick, and the three of them took turns fucking her in every position they could think of, making sure each of them got at least one shot at each of her holes. I couldn’t even begin to keep track of how many more times Veronica came that night.
After the guys left at the end of the night, Veronica and I went straight to bed, both of us completely spent. We made the wise decision to sleep in late the next day. When we finally woke up Veronica fucked the living daylights of out me, taking me in each of her three holes before finally calling it quits.

We still had five nights in Miami, and each night we found a different man (or two or three) to fuck my wife as I sat there and watched. It was the best vacation of our lives!
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