Chapter 1

I'm a pretty relaxed guy, I don't get upset about most things, I can usually go with the flow but I did realize that I did have an obsession that started about five years after we were married.

It started when I was looking through some boxes in the attic, trying to find my high school yearbook. I had a reunion coming up in a few months and wanted to refresh myself on the names and faces from my youth.

Then, I pulled out a box of slides, the old 35 millimeter kind. Holding them up to the light, I saw that they were shots of Terry, my wife. But before she was my wife, I was certain of that. Now the shots were sexy, no, not porn, just her looking sexy and gorgeous in a two-piece bathing suit, sitting on a chaise lounge between two guys.

There was nothing overtly prurient about the slides but my eye was drawn to Terry's hand resting on the lap of one of the men in the picture. For, her hand was not only in his lap, it was very close to just where his cock would be. Truthfully, the pictures were, no doubt, perfectly innocent, taken on a nice, summer day, but it was me, my own mind, full of lascivious thoughts and desires, that fueled my growing obsession.

I wanted another guy to fuck Terry while I watched.

Yes, yes, I know, kinky, weird, maybe, whatever. But it's what came into my mind when I held the slides up and it was what stayed on my mind. As I held the slide up, I felt my cock growing hard, my mind filled with thoughts of this guy, or some guy, taking Terry's clothes off, kissing her all over, taking his clothes off, getting on our bed, him between her legs licking her as she groans, his hard cock dangling down until he raises up and pushes it up inside her open snatch and begins fucking her hard.

Oh, did the fantasy make me hard. Oh, yeah.

There were other slides of her, in her swimsuit, pretty sexy shots, she is gorgeous, and I wondered if anything might have happened between Terry and one of those men, hey, maybe both, who knows, and my obsession grew along with my cock.

As I sat in the warm attic, my mind began to create new slides, one of Terry between the two men, this one with her hand squarely resting on the guy's bulge. Then, the guy putting his arm over her shoulder and dropping his hand inside her bra top, her unzipping his pants, reaching in and pulling his cock out and stroking it.

Maybe it was the heat in the attic combining with the heat of my fantasies, but I unzipped my own pants and hauled my own cock out and jacked-off as I held each slide up to the light filtering in the side window. My cum spurted out farther than normal, it was a really strong cum, I almost fell off the box I was sitting on. This whole thing had really, really turned me on. Much more than I had imagined it would. Well, well.

As I went back downstairs, it came to me that I didn't feel at all jealous, envious that one, maybe both these men might have had sex with my future wife, no, it made me horny. I was turned-on. Usually a good masturbation calms down my best friend. This time, however, I walked down the stairs into the house with an enormous hard-on. Amazing.

Over the next few years, these thoughts, these fantasies of my wife getting fucked as I watched continued. There were many times when we were fucking that I was imagining some other guy stroking in and out of her as I sat and watched.

One night, after fucking, I asked her about her times with the men she had dated.

"You really want to know all that? You won't get mad or jealous?"

"No, hon, I promise. I'm just curious, I mean you're a sexy woman, guys would be attracted to you, I sure was. So, tell me."

"Well, okay. Just stay cool. Um, let's see. Jeremy Knox, we were in the seventh grade. I had talked Mom into putting me on the pill, a bunch of us girls made up a scheme of symptoms that led to us getting prescriptions. Then, well, I actually picked out Jeremy from the boys in my class because I thought he was cute, and invited him over after school. Both parents worked, so it was easy."

"So how did you get him in the sack?"

"Well, I figured I would start us talking about sex and just ask him if he's ever done it. He said he hadn't and I asked him if he wanted to, with me. Being a boy, you know what his answer was. We were quickly naked and fucking on my bed. There were several of us girls who had taken measures with one girl's mother's dildo to prepare ourselves for our first time by getting our hymens out of the way well before our first fucks."

"You seem pretty determined."

"Oh, you just don't know how girls think. Anyway, Jeremy and I did it and it was pretty good. It really got much better after the first time when he would give me oral sex first before he fucked me. It was then that I was convinced that I wanted sex and I wanted it a lot."

"So how long with Jeremy?"

"Um, about a year and a half. Then, we moved away. I was heartbroken, mostly about losing his dick, actually. But, you know how teen girls are, I quickly found a replacement, Adam Chappell."

"So, how did it start with Adam?"

"Well, he came up to me one day at lunchtime. I was new in the school, maybe three weeks or so. He introduced himself and asked about me, where I was from and stuff, and we just chatted for a while. He was nice, really nice, actually. We had lunch together for several days and then he invited me over to his house after school."

"Aha, he makes a move."

"Right, and I was pretty sure that's what it was and it was fine with me. I really missed the afternoons with Jeremy, so I walked home with Adam and as soon as we were inside, he put his arms around me and kissed me. I mean this was eighth grade, he knew what he wanted."

"Oh, and you didn't?"

"Well, sure, I went right along, pushed my tongue right into his mouth, pressed my middle up against him, even rubbed it around some, as I remember."

"Oh, you little slut, you."

"Like I said, I knew what I wanted, too. So, we stood there kissing and he soon put his hand on my breast and whispered something about going to his bedroom."

"Aha, now we're getting somewhere." I was so hard listening to her story.

"Oh, it was just a few minutes before we were totally naked on his bed. I remember getting up on top of him and rubbing my pussy all around on him, I was so wet, it was incredible. We did sixty-nine that first afternoon and fucked right after. He was a real sex machine, horny all the time. He once fucked me three times after school before his parents got home."

"Three times in, what, two and a half hours, wow, horny kid."

"Don't I know it. We did all kinds of positions, just fucked all the time, trying this and that, we were well-suited to each other, just like you and I."

"I think we are, too."

"So, after that was Wilson Brent, I used to call him Brent Wilson kidding him, that was high school, um, junior year. He gave me a note one afternoon that said, 'Terry, you are TMFGIHS.' I asked him just what it meant and he said, 'The Most Fuckable Girl in High School.' I didn't know whether to slap his face or drag him off to a dark corner and fuck him to death."

"I'll bet he never got a slap."

"Now how did you guess that," she said, wrapping her fingers around my hardening cock.

"Are you getting hard listening to my tales of early sex?"

"I really am. It's really turning me on, I've got to tell you, it makes me so hard thinking about other guys fucking you."

"Well, that's interesting. Have you always been like this?"

"No, just the last few years, I guess."

"Other guys fucking me, it really turns you on?"

"Yeah, a lot. You're feeling what it does to me," and, indeed she was, I was hard as a rock and we had just screwed a while ago.

"Hmm, well, maybe I'd better save the rest for another time and get another nice fuck out of this," she said squeezing my excited cock.