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With a smirk she quips. "Looks like you need to clean up too."

"Hrrrmmm...whoooo...yeah!"

She giggles. "You came a lot for a second time!"

I grin. "I told you. Just thinking about this stuff drives me wild."

Kissing my cheek she wipes her cum covered hand over my chest. "Let's clean up then let's really talk about it."

"Talk about it?"

She nods. "If this is what really you want baby I am more than willing to do it. But only if you really want it."

I lay there for a moment unsure of what to say. Her suggestion of letting other men have sex with her was so far out from what I was going to suggest that I simply wasn't prepared for the idea. And yet...while it was so far out from what I was thinking we might do...it was EXACTLY what I was thinking about in my fantasies. Rebecca had unknowingly cut straight to the heart of it. My other ideas now seemed paltry in comparison.

She giggles and nuzzles close. "Think about it. No hurry and no pressure. Come on, let's take a shower."

With me still in something of a daze she leads me to the washroom and together we scrub and clean each other's bodies. I adored the sudsy feel of my wife's wet flesh running beneath my hands as we shower, I then admire her beauty as I hose her off with the detachable shower head. We were both feeling great after our brief moment of openness and we flirt and smooch and giggle as we go, though it doesn't turn into anything more. We towel off and I chase her back to the room, pinching her hot ass as we titter like teenagers and jump back into bed.

We bounce and fall to rest in each others arms.

I was feeling loved and in love. Truly, I felt as if I was standing on top of the world. Why hadn't I opened up earlier?

We cuddle and kiss for a time and Rebecca seemed content to let the previous discussion rest, but I wasn't. I didn't want to give myself time to revert back to my shell. I KNEW if I gave myself a chance to dwell on it I would chicken out. Rebecca being with other men was the hottest, most erotic, thing I could possibly think of. The confusing cocktail of jealousy, shame, and lust took it to heights my other ideas couldn't even touch. And for her, she would get to be with lover's that might actually be able to satisfy her. It was win-win, or so I told myself. I wasn't going to let this drop. Despite the mouth drying fear running rampant through my soul and body I **** myself to consent.

As we part from a particularly loving kiss I look into her eyes. "I want you to do it." I say, trying to keep my voice from trembling.

"It?" She asks.

I take a breath. "I...I want you to sleep with other men."

She gazes up at me, studying every detail of my face. "You sure?"

I nod. "I'm sure." Even as I said it...I wasn't sure! ARRGH! This was maddening, but I power through despite my panic. "I want you to be happy."

She gives me a tender look. "I am happy baby. And I will be happy." She then clenches her teeth in a nervous smile and bring in a hissing breath through her teeth. "Ohh, this is exciting! I love you baby."

"I love you too!"

We kiss long and we kiss hard.

We talk a bit more about scenarios and possibilities, talk that was lighting fires inside of me all over again. We talk about using the internet for meet ups or having Rebecca go out to the singles bars to meet men. The topic of protection and birth control is briefly discussed as well as the possibility of involving me if the partner was willing and the situation was right.

When it comes to the first time though Rebecca was already a step ahead.

"I'd like Manny to be the first one." She says.

"Wow, starting at an 8 already!" I quip.

She giggles. "God it's weird you knowing that stuff. But...yes. He's really good and I know he can be discreet. And...he he he...I know he's interested."

"You're kidding."

She pinches my side. "He just flirts, nothing serious." Manny was flirting with Rebecca...why did that turn me on!? She continues. "Besides, I think he likes this new girl he's seeing so we have to do it soon."

"Soon?" This was all happening so fast!

"I'll talk to him. It might already be too late. I don't want to cause him any problems."

"I can't believe we're doing this." I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. "Oh my god."

With an understanding grin she crawls up on top of me. Without any warning she reaches down and slips my resurgent manhood into her wet warm pussy. Placing her hands on my shoulders she starts to ride me slow and gentle.

"Mmmm." She sighs. "If you ever want to stop, just tell me."

I run my hands up her sides and cup her big breasts in my hands. "No, I want this."

"There's a good cuck." She teases gently as her rocking intensifies and her pussy clenches tight around my cock. She grinds hard against me, pressing her clit into my pubic bone for added stimulation. "You know...you're not a 2 all the time."

"No?" I say in a breathy voice. Fuck she was feeling good.

"No. Some days, some very rare days, you even make it to a 4." Then with a playful smirk. "And sometimes you're a 1."

"You're always a 10 Rebecca, always!"

She grins wider. "Thank you baby. I hope the other men that fuck me will think so."

"Ohhhhhh!"

"Mmmm, other men grabbing my tits just like you are. Other men fucking my tight pussy better than you are." She moans. "God Dan, I can't wait to feel a real cock inside of me again!"

"GNNNNGHHHH!!!" Again, I erupt with no warning. Her words were too much. I buck and grunt as I deposit another load in my beautiful wife.

She shakes her head with a laugh. "Jesus baby! Already!? I was just getting going and this was your third time!"

"UHhhhhhhh!!! Fuuuck, sorry, sorry!" I gasp. "I'm sorry."

She leans down and kisses my parted lips. "My funny little cuckold."

I look up at her, as madly in love as the day we were wed. "What...what's my score?"

She covers her face and laughs. "Oh my god! Serious? Ha ha ha! Umm...1 and a half. You get a 1 and a half tonight."

I nod. "I'll do better next time."

She flops down on top of me and hugs me tight. "You better. You couldn't do much worse." Her criticism was a deliciously stinging lash across my ego. She squeezes her cunt and I feel my meager third load ooze down over my wilting cock and balls. Then she gets the strangest look on her face. Her eyes flit down toward her crotch then back up to my face and she seemed ready to ask something...but the moment passes and she giggles once more. She pats my cheek, kisses me again, then lays her head down on my chest and rests her weight on top of me. "My funny little cuckold." She whispers.

I stare at the ceiling with a silly stupid grin on my face. My hands gently pet up and down her soft curvaceous body, the incredible body she'd soon be sharing with others.