There once was a time in my life when I would have considered a man who liked watching other men fucking his wife a depraved degenerate asshole. How quickly things can change.

It all started when my best friend and I were discussing the sad state of my marriage. The wife and I got along fine, but the passion was gone. We only occasionally had sex and when we did it was like both of us were doing it because we each felt that it was our duty to each other. Anyway, I was telling John my troubles and he suggested that what I needed to do was put some spark back in my marriage. I asked him how and he suggested 'role playing' and said that is what he did to put some spice back in his marriage. He explained role playing to me and when I asked him for ideas he suggested that I buy some men's magazines like Gallery or Penthouse Letters and read the letters that the readers sent in. He said the great thing about role-playing was that you could take your fantasies and act them out in your bedroom. It did not matter what they were, mild, wild, weird or way out and off the wall because they were going to take place in the privacy of your own home.

I had a long talk with my wife Joanna and she agreed that we needed to do something to get us out of our rut and she agreed to try role-playing. We bought a copy of Penthouse Letters and Joanna and I would spend hours reading the letters to each other. At first just reading the letters would get us hot and we would end up fucking like sex crazed rabbits. Our sex life went from once or twice a month to three or four times a week almost overnight. Then we started telling each other our fantasies and we incorporated them into our lovemaking. All was great for about a year and then Joanna began to push for taking our fantasies out of the house and into public. Her biggest fantasy involved exhibitionism and she wanted to actual do it and not pretend. To be honest the thought did appeal to me too.

For the next six months we took major chances in public without getting caught. We fucked on the back seat of our car at the drive in; she gave me head in the Safeway parking lot at two in the afternoon and in the front seat as we drove down the Interstate (making sure that I slowed down every time I passed a semi so the driver could get a good look). We fucked in the ladies room of a restaurant, in the men's toilet at a local bar, behind the bushes in the park in broad daylight, on the hood of her father's car in his garage during a birthday party for Joanna's sister and (forgive me the sacrilege) on a pew in the back of a church. We took a vacation to Mexico and fucked on the beach at twilight and on our balcony at sunrise. Our sex life was great.

In reading the letters the ones I paid scant attention to were the ones where the husband got off on seeing his wife suck and fuck other men. I personally believed that the letters were phony — made up by the editors — because no man could really like something like that. What I did not notice, however, was the effect that those letters had on Joanna. It was only in retrospect that I realized how hot and horny she became when reading them. She could tell that I had no interest in that particular subject so she never brought them up for use in our fantasy play. The day came when her interest was dropped on my head like a brick.

I had stopped at an adult bookstore to buy a dildo and some scented oils and I went back into the arcade booths to watch some films and maybe get an idea or three that we could use in our sex games. I noticed that several of the booths had holes gouged out of the walls and when I got home I told Joanna about them. She became very excited about going to the store and doing something in one of the booths that some one could watch through the holes in the wall. I was just a tad reluctant to go as up to that point we had been doing stuff on a dare hoping not to get caught. If we did what Joanna wanted we would be doing something knowing that we would be seen and I wasn't comfortable with that. Joanna worked at it and she finally wore me down.

The next evening after we had both gotten home from work and had eaten dinner we went down to the adult bookstore. I got five dollars worth of quarters and we went back to the arcade where Joanna checked out every unoccupied booth until she found the one she wanted. It did not dawn on me until later that the booth she picked had holes in both walls. We entered the booth and locked the door behind us and I fed quarters into the machine while Joanna was pulling down my zipper and taking out my cock. For the next several minutes she sucked on my dick like a woman gone mad. I had her take of her panties and straddle me facing the opposite wall and as my cock entered her she began making the little sounds that she makes when she is being fucked. The sounds attracted whoever was in the next booth and we could see movement around the hole and knew that we were being watched. That excited the hell out of Joanna and I began to think I might have to stuff Joanna's panties in her mouth before her cries of pleasure brought management down on us and got us throw out of the store.