Chapter 1

It was my fault and I admit it. I accept the blame. I take responsibility for my actions. I own up to being the cause, the driving force behind it all. It was my idea, I pursued it, I encouraged it, and the blame is mine. None of that makes it any easier to wake up in the morning and find myself alone in bed.

It started with an overheard conversation in the lunchroom at work. Frank and Ernie were sitting at the table next to mine and they were talking about two of our co-workers, Bill and Steve. Ernie is a little hard of hearing so Frank was trying to speak loud enough for Ernie to hear him while at the same time trying not to talk so loud that everyone else could hear what he was saying. As a result I was hearing what they were talking about.

"She actually fucked him with Steve sitting there watching?"

"That's what Bill said."

"Do you believe him?"

"Why not? He isn't the first one it has happened to. George in Purchasing and Mike and Sam in Accounting have done her. Apparently Steve gets his jollies watching other men fuck her and then he goes down on her when they are done."

"He eats her cunt with another man's cum in her?"

"That's the story I get."

"Ooh, gross!"

"I don't know about that. Have you seen his wife? I've heard guys say they would eat a mile of her shit just to be able to kiss where it came from."

"No, I've never seen her, but it wouldn't matter how good looking she was I couldn't suck on her cunt with another guys junk in her."

Well I knew Steve's wife and I could honestly say that as much as I love my wife I would have to seriously consider Marsha's cum filled pussy if it would lead to my being able to fuck her. For the rest of the day as I did my job I wondered how Steve went about selecting lovers for Marsha. Or did Marsha choose and send Steve out to fetch? Whatever the selection process it was obvious that I wasn't anywhere on the list. I had known them both for several years and they had socialized with me and my wife Penny. We have had dinner at their place and they have attended barbecues at our house and I'd never known or even had a hint that they had a kinky side. But this isn't about Steve, Marsha and me; it is about Penny and me.

I was still thinking about Steve watching Marsha fuck other men when I started home that night and about halfway home a stray thought entered my head. I wondered how a man could watch his wife, just sit there and pay rapt attention, as another man drove his cock into her and made her squeal and moan and I knew one think for sure — I couldn't do it! At least that is what I told myself, but for the next couple of weeks it seemed to be all I could think of.

In my mind I pictured Marsha on a bed getting plowed by me while Steve sat next to the bed and smiled as Marsha screamed out in pleasure. I saw me standing off to the side watching Steve suck my cum out of his wife while my dick grew hard and then I fucked her again. I was not even aware of when the change occurred, but one day I woke up to the fact that the picture in my mind was of Penny on the bed and me on the chair and that I had an aching hard on. From that point on I spent a lot of time wondering if I could actually watch someone else fuck my wife and if it would be a turn on. Not that I would ever know because there just wasn't anyway on God's Green Earth that Penny or I would ever do anything like that.

Over the next month or so the thoughts faded and only occasionally resurfaced and then usually because of some interaction or other with Steve at work. In time the thoughts might have completely gone away, but then something happened and they came back in full force. I came home from work one Friday night to find Penny out on the patio scrubbing bird shit off of the patio furniture. I walked up behind her, kissed her on the back of the neck and asked, "Are we eating outside tonight?"

"No sweetie, but we are having company over for a barbecue tomorrow."

"Who and when? You know I have a golf date in the morning."

"I know sweetie, but you should be home by two and I scheduled it for four in the afternoon. I ran into Marsha at Target this afternoon and I invited her and Steve over. I knew you wouldn't mind."

I didn't mind, but the thought of spending an afternoon in Marsha's company started up my thoughts of watching my wife with another man all over again. The day was perfect for a barbecue and everyone was dressed outdoor casual, that is to say shorts, T-shirts, tank tops and sandals. Marsha was a hard on generator as usual, and as we socialized I had occasion to wonder what was wrong with me that I wasn't on her list or Steve's. I was better looking than Bill and in much better physical shape than George, Sam or Mike. Maybe I needed to try a new mouthwash or deodorant.

Later that evening after Marsha and Steve had gone and after Penny and I had cleaned up the backyard we were sitting on the patio and sipping Sangria. "Can I ask you something?" Penny asked.

"Sure. You have always been able to so why are you asking?"

"Just something that I noticed this afternoon that made me curious."

"About what?"

"About the way you spent the afternoon looking at Marsha. You haven't looked at me like that lately. Am I losing my looks?"

"It wasn't that kind of look."

"Then what kind was it?"

"I don't know. Maybe some kind of fascinated curiosity. She just looks so much like a wholesome soccer mom."