Her Fucking Other Men Turns You On

I thought for minute, understanding this was a turning point in our marriage. Several feelings raced through me; anger, disgust, jealousy. But there was one overriding feeling: the idea of my wife as a slut, much like the women in the porn movies, fucking and sucking every man available, was a great turn-on.

"Well," she said, "Can't you say something."

She must have seen the reaction coming from the look in my eyes. I sat her down on the sofa and said, "If you want to fuck other men it is okay with me. But, I decide when, where and with whom you do it. Understand? And if that is not acceptable to you then get out, leave right now."

The answer was in her face, her body motions. An unequivocal yes.

A few days passed. I had fucked her myself every day since, often roughly. That evening we were going out to dinner and I had given her an "assignment" to pick up something to wear for our outing.

When we walked out the door she was dressed in a tight black miniskirt, sheer see-through halter top and a pair of 6-inch stiletto "come fuck me" high heels. Her tits bounced as she made her way to the car. When we entered the restaurant every male eye (and a few female eyes!) followed her to our table. Our waiter, a tall thirtyish black man, could not take his eyes off her as he took our order.

We finished dinner and, as I settled the check, I saw written on the back, ?private party, tonight, 17 Lancaster Street.? As I handed our black waiter my credit card to pay for our meal he leaned towards me and said, ?10 P.M., use the word ?keyhole? when you arrive. I saw my wife ogling the waiter, pulling aside her already low-cut dress so he could see the nipple on her breast.

?10 P.M. it is, and I think my wife spilled some wine on her halter top,? I said to him. ?Can you do something about it??

He went around the table and dabbed her cloth napkin in water, then pretended to clean the wine from her top. But all I saw was his hand massaging one of her tits.