Chapter 1

I sat in my office staring out the window with thoughts of murder on my mind. Murder would be the quickest way to go and it would definitely be the most satisfying, but I also know that there is no such thing as the Perfect Crime - not for an ordinary guy like me anyway - and I have no desire to go to jail. Who would I like to do in? My loving wife of course, and all because we both love sex.

Alana and I married after a whirlwind courtship. We met at a cocktail party in LA on a Thursday night, spent all of Friday and half a day Saturday in bed and then drove to Vegas and were married on Saturday night. I know, I can hear it now, "You met and got married in the space of twenty-four hours and you got marriage problems? Well duh!"

Actually that would be a wrong assumption on the readers part. Alana and I were made for each other and the marriage lasted more than ten years trouble free. It has been in only the last three months that things have gone to hell and, admittedly, it is as much my fault as Alana's that things have gone bad. As I mentioned before, both Alana and I love sex and are always trying on new things to add spice to an already spicy marriage. The trouble started when we decided to add role playing to our repertoire. It began with simple stuff like Alana going into a bar and acting like a prostitute looking for a John and letting me pick her up in front of all the people there. I'd fix her car and she would pretend I was the mechanic at the garage and she would offer to fuck me in place of paying her bill. We tried the burglar surprising the lady of the house in bed, the service man coming to fix the (fill in the blank) and the lady of the house fucking him because she didn't have the check book and had no cash. Then we progressed to light bondage and Alana would have me tie her to the bed, use a feather and dildos on her and then fuck her.

After a while we discussed the possibility of taking on a third person, male or female, it didn't matter, as long as it added spice to the marriage. We were both secure enough that we felt we could handle so we tried it with another woman and it was great. Then we tried it with another guy and it was just as great. We limited our use of extra partners to once a month, more with the idea of keeping things new and exciting than anything else and it worked out well for us. There were two women and three guys that we used on a rotating basis and for two years things went along fine.

As I said, the trouble began about three months ago and I have only myself to blame for it. I had been gone on an extended business trip and Alana had been without sex for almost two weeks. I know that that doesn't sound like a long time, but for a woman used to getting laid five and six times a week it can seem like forever. I was due to be gone another four days, maybe five, and during my nightly call to Alana she told me she was climbing walls and she asked me if she could please call one of our three studs in waiting. I saw no harm in that so I told her to go ahead. When I called her the next night she thanked me for letting her 'get settled down' and then she said, "The boys damn near wore me out."

"The boys?" I asked.

It seems that Dave and Fred were not answering their phones and when she called Todd he said he couldn't come over because he had an out of town guest - his old college roommate was staying with him. Alana was so desperate that she told Todd to bring his buddy along with him and the two of them had worked her over most of the night.

"I knew you wouldn't mind" she said, "and now I should be able to hang on until you get home."

Didn't think I'd mind? Of course I minded. I was letting other guys fuck my wife, but I'd always had some say in the matter. I'd always checked them out before granting approval and I didn't know anything about this friend of Todd's. I was pissed, but I kept a rein on my emotions and told Alana that I would be home in two days and that, unlike her, I had gone without and she was going to have to take up the slack when I got home.

We fucked up a storm the first five days I was back and then we fell back into our normal routine. At the end of the month, when it was our usual time to bring in a third person, she told me that she wanted to do Todd and his buddy, "I've never had three men at once and I think it would be fun."

I wasn't all that keen on the idea, but it was Alana's body and I didn't feel that I could tell her that she couldn't have what she wanted, at least not since we had opened the door to extra partners. Given that I'd not been given the chance to check out Tim before allowing him to join our little circle I was predisposed to dislike him before he even walked in the door. When he and Todd arrived I took an instant dislike to him and it didn't help that he had a permanent smirk on his face or that his attitude toward me was condescending. He acted as if he was there to do me a favor. Alana positively gushed over him and I soon found out why - he had a cock that would have done a stud horse proud. I suddenly understood why Alana had been so insistent on having him come back with Todd. Don't kid yourself by thinking that size doesn't count. The only people who say that are the women who can't get one or the guys that don't have a big one. For Alana's sake I kept my thoughts about Tim to myself and let the evening proceed. I do admit to a certain amount of fascination as I watched Alana taking every single inch of that monster cock and then beg to be fucked harder. When the two guys left in the morning Alana couldn't even walk; I had to carry her to the bathroom. The next day I told Alana that I didn't like the "arrogant bastard" and that I didn't want him coming back. Alana didn't say anything and I thought that was the end of the matter.

The next three weeks were normal, nothing but straight sex and plenty of it, and then one night I came home from work to find Alana wearing her vinyl corset and black high heeled boots. It was her way of telling me that tonight was going to be a 'light bondage night' and that it was my turn to submit. She ordered me to disrobe and then had me sit on one of our straight back dining room chairs and then she tied my arms and legs to the chair. Next she tied a blindfold over my eyes and said, "Tonight slave, you will learn to suck a cock. I'm going to parade all of my lovers past you and after you have sucked all their cocks you will identify them. If you correctly name them all I will allow you to fuck me tonight. If you fail, you can go to bed by yourself and play with your miserable excuse for a cock."