Allison and I have been married for 13 years. During this time she has held on to her model-like figure; she is five feet nine and weighs about 125 pounds.

Her hair is jet-black, falling to her shoulders. Her small breasts sit high on her chest, and her legs are marvelously long and shapely.

Our friend Henry had just broken up with Irene, his girlfriend of several years. It had been a terrible breakup, with each of them dragging the other through the mud, and Henry was taking it quite hard. One weekend we invited him out to our cottage at the beach, hoping it would help bring him out of his funk.

On his first night there Allison made a fabulous dinner, and afterwards we went out onto our deck for a bit of brandy. Henry was still inconsolable over the loss of Irene, and he had been morose all night. I was sitting in a chair, watching Allison on a sofa next to Henry as she tried to cheer him up. She was hugging him in a friendly manner, her arms rubbing back and forth across his back. His head was on her shoulder, and he was crying. It was a pitiful sight.

After a minute Henry kissed Allison’s cheek and thanked her for being there for him. Allison hugged him a bit tighter, telling him that everything was going to be all right. It was obvious that it upset her to see our friend in this condition, and she began to cry as well. At that point Henry leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.

I was stunned, but, to my surprise, also kind of turned on. Rather than pull away, Allison kissed him back, and the kiss turned into a long one. Henry started rubbing her breasts outside her blouse while sliding his other hand up under her pleated skirt. I was further surprised when Allison let her legs open up a little, allowing him to reach further between her thighs. After a minute, though, she broke the kiss and pushed him away. “No, Henry, what are you doing?” she said breathlessly. “We need to stop, okay?”

Henry bowed his head; he was still crying. “Oh God, Allison, I don’t know!” he wailed. Allison was wiping away her own tears while obviously trying to compose herself. Then she reached over to raise Henry’s face with her hand, trying to smile at him. “It’s all right, Henry,” she murmured, and then she kissed him again. I think she meant it to be just a friendly, consolatory kiss, but their lips lingered, and soon it had turned into something obviously passionate as their tongues danced together.

I did not know just what was happening, or what to do about it, but I knew I was turned on — I had often fantasized about seeing Allison with another man. So I just sat there watching for what seemed like several minutes as the kiss went on. When it ended, Allison looked over at me with a look on her face such as I had never seen before. Her watery eyes were open wide, and I thought, or imagined, that I saw a question in them. I nodded at her, and as though that was what she had been looking for, she turned back to our friend.

Reaching for his hand, she lay back slowly against the corner of the couch, pulling him toward her. Henry slid up until they were face to face, and they fell into an embrace and started kissing again. Again I could see their tongues working, but this time their passion seemed even more intense. Allison’s hands were behind Henrys head, her fingers running through his hair, while Henry was running his own hands all over her body. He spread her legs open slowly and again slid his hand up under her skirt, and from Allison’s reaction I knew his fingers were exploring her pussy. She began to moan softly as she ground her pelvis against his hand. Then she reached down and pulled that hand more tightly against her crotch, while her other hand pulled his head toward her for an even more forceful kiss. My mouth was dry as I watched them, and I could feel the pulse beating in my neck.

Henry now unbuttoned Allison’s blouse, and as she wriggled out of it he worked her bra up over her tits. Her nipples were standing out like erasers. Henry took one of them after the other into his mouth as Allison moaned more loudly under his ministrations. Soon he was suckling and biting at her tits. Allison threw her head back onto the arm of the couch, gasping between moans as she let him have his way. Her skirt had now slid up around her waist, and his hand was inside her panties, finger-fucking my wife.

By this time I was stroking my dick through my slacks. I was so turned on that I knew it wouldn’t be long before I unloaded. Raising his face from her breasts, Henry now reached under Allison’s skirt and started to slide her panties down her legs, Allison looked at me as she raised her hips off the couch to help him. Tossing the garment to the floor, he pushed her skirt up and spread her legs with both hands. Her pussy lips parted, and I could see the pinkness between them.

Henry quickly got down and started licking at her tender swollen slit with the tip of his tongue. When he found her clit, Allison gasped loudly and spread her legs wider, raising them and grabbing them under the knees to pull them closer to her chest. Even from where I sat, I could see her juices moistening the insides of her thighs. My cock was so hard it hurt. I unbuckled my belt, opened the zipper on my slacks and slid them down my thighs, along with my shorts, already soaked with precome. I then began to stroke my turgid dick while I watched my friend having his way with my wife.

The night was silent; the only audible sounds were Allison’s moans, gasps and cries of passion as Henry eagerly licked and sucked at her pussy, his tongue plunging in and out of her sopping hole. It was evident that she was going to come soon. At that point she looked over at me. She saw what I was doing, and even in the midst of her passion she smiled. “Will you be able to come with me?” she panted out.

“Yes,” I told her, and she smiled again and then closed her eyes as her sensations began to overwhelm her. I was so turned on by her wanting me to come with her that I had to slow my strokes to keep from spurting right then and there.

Henry’s mouth was firmly clamped over her clit now, and I could see Allison stiffening and quivering as her climax rapidly approached. When he inserted two fingers inside her and began moving them in and out, her whole body tensed up and she let out a deep guttural moan and spasmed repeatedly as wave after wave of pleasure passed through her body.

I was so caught up in Allison’s erotic rapture that I fell back in my chair and ejaculated a huge load of come all over my crotch and thighs. It was the most powerful orgasm I could remember.

As her climax gradually diminished, Henry stood up and swiftly removed his clothes. As he stood naked before her, I realized that I had forgotten how big Henry’s cock was; I hadn’t seen it since we played basketball together in college, and I had never seen it as it was now, rigid and pulsing. It looked to be at least 12 inches long, and as thick as a beer can. Allison gasped when she saw it, and her face showed apprehension as well as desire. She was lying with her head resting on the arm of the couch, her hair fanned out behind her. Her blouse was open, her bra was pushed up almost around her neck, and her legs were spread wide, with one foot on the floor and the other hooked over the back of the couch, exposing her smooth, dripping pussy. God, she looked hot!

Henry now lowered himself on top of my wife, and they kissed again. I saw her hand move to his crotch and wrap itself around that hard thick pole. She then broke the kiss to gasp out, “Henry, I want you inside me. Please fuck me!” With that she guided the giant head to her pussy and rubbed it up and down her slit. “Oh God, that feels good!” she moaned out. “Just go slowly, please.” She then lifted her foot from the floor and wrapped her legs around him as she began to pull him into her.

The two of them kissed deeply again as his cockhead slowly penetrated her puffy labia. Henry pushed hard, and Allison gasped for breath as the head disappeared inside her. “Oh God, it’s so big!” she moaned out. “I don’t know if I can do this!”

Henry stopped pushing, and Allison just lay there, moaning and panting hard. For a few moments they just looked into each other’s eyes, and then she nodded slowly. Henry pushed another inch or so of his cock inside her. Allison started moaning again, but this time she didn’t tell him to stop. Henry continued in fits and starts, gradually working himself deeper and deeper. “Oh God!” she cried out at one point. “My pussy has never been stretched so far! Yes, yes, fuck me!”

It was so hot, watching my wife trying so desperately to accommodate Henry’s huge cock as it continued its slow progress. Then suddenly a high-pitched wail came from her throat as she began to go into a violent orgasm that had her body spasming uncontrollably. I had never seen anything like it. I could see her juices spurting out around Henry’s cock as she came.

Her climax appeared to make Henry’s progress easier, and he pushed deeper and deeper inside her until finally there was no more dick visible. Then he began to work himself in and out of her, taking short strokes at first, but quickly pumping her faster and harder. Allison was soon wracked with another orgasm, bucking even harder than before as she screamed for him to keep fucking her.

By now my dick was hard again, and I began to stroke it in rhythm with Henry’s thrusts as he went on pounding away at my wife. Her tits bounced violently in every direction as he pounded at her. Henry’s cock was glistening, and his pubic hair was matted with her pussy juice. Both of them were moaning and grunting, and the sound of their bodies slapping together was loud and sharp in the still night air. I had never been so aroused, and I couldn’t hold back a little cry of my own as I came all over myself for the second time.

fter her last climax Allison seemed to go limp, her arms and legs lying slack and her eyes rolling back in her head as though she was about to faint, moaning out incoherent words as Henry picked up the pace of his thrusts even more. Suddenly he gave out a yell and arched his back, burying his cock as deep as he could into my wife’s sopping pussy. Allison came to life again as she felt him ejaculate inside her. “Yes!” she cried, her body now arching to meet him. “Oh yes, Henry, give to me!” And then she was coming again, screaming out his name over and over as the pleasure rolled through her body.

Afterwards they both lay there, breathing hard, hugging and kissing each other tenderly, until with one last kiss Henry pulled out of her and stood up. I could see big white globs of come oozing from her pussy and running down her ass to soak the couch beneath her. Neither of them looked at me. Henry then quickly gathered up his clothes and went off to the bathroom.

Allison glanced over at me then, as I sat there covered in my own come. The expression on her face was unreadable. I smiled at her, but she didn’t respond. She looked away and started to make an effort to straighten herself up. Then she stopped, and I could see that she was crying.

I got up and went over to sit beside her. As I put my arms around her, she put her head on my shoulder and sobbed out that she was sorry. She said she didn’t know how it had happened; she had just wanted to console our friend, and things had just gotten out of hand, and now she was ashamed. I kissed the top of her head and told her that everything was all right, that I loved her and she had nothing to apologize for. She finally raised her head and looked into my eyes, asking me if I meant it. The way I kissed her then left no doubt that I did.

Henry spent the night in our guest room, alone, and we didn’t see so much of him after that. Allison and I swore our love for each other, and since then she has never slept with another man — to my secret regret.