For the longest time I've had the huge desire to see my wife with another man. I kept that to myself for several years because I knew what Sally's response would be -"No! Not just no, but hell no!" That would have been followed by several week of her not talking to me. One night we went to a party given by some friends. It was a friendly group and we knew almost everyone there and we were having a great time. We both had just enough to drink to put us in a really great mood and soon some one cranked up the stereo and the living room furniture ended up in the dining room to create a dance floor. My wife loves to dance and I don't so I usually watch while she dances with anyone who will ask her.

Given my fantasy it was only natural (for me anyway) to watch her dance and to try and visualize what she would look like fucking her dance partner. She danced with several guys that night as I sipped my drink and watched. Actually it was as I sat, watched and got a hard on. As we were driving home that night Sally said to me, "What was on your mind tonight? Every time I looked over at you I could see you watching me, but you seemed to be somewhere else."

I tried to duck the question, but Sally persisted, "No Dave, I really want to know."

I knew I should have kept my mouth shut, but I'd had just enough to drink to override my better judgement - or make me brave - and I told her what I had been thinking. She was silent for a minute and I waited for her outburst of anger, but it never came.

"All of them?" she asked and I said yes. "You are serious? You imagined me fucking all of them?" and I said yes.

"Just out of curiosity, which one did I enjoy the most?"

The question caught me completely off guard and I didn't really have an answer. I remembered one very slow dance she did with Harry and they had been real close to each other and so I said, "It was Harry."

Sally was quiet for the rest of the way home. Once in bed she asked, "Have you had too much to drink tonight, or can you make love to me?"

I gave her my standard answer to that question, "If you can get it up it's all yours."

She grinned and then went down on me. When she had me hard she climbed on top of me and started to ride me. I tried to thrust up into her as she slid down on me, but tonight she seemed almost frenzied and I couldn't seem to get the timing right. Sally is multi orgasmic and I've learned to spot the signs of her oncoming orgasms. Her eyes seem to go blank and I knew she was almost there when suddenly she cried, "Make me cum Harry, please Harry, make me cum. Fuck me Harry, fuck me hard and make me cum. Fuck me Harry and make me your slut."

I was surprised, but also extremely turned on and I rolled Sally over on her back and began to fuck her as hard as I could. "Oh God yes Harry, fuck me, fuck me and make your whore. I love your cock Harry, fuck me, fuck me hard and you can have me whenever you want me" and then she had a tremendous orgasm.

I followed her about a minute later, but Sally wasn't done yet, she wanted more. She pushed me off of her and swung around and started to suck my dick. Between licks and sucks she kept talking to me, "Come on Harry, come on baby, get it up for me again. Your hot little slut wants you in her again. You need to fuck your slut one more time before my husband gets home."

Between her sucking and her talking she got me rock hard again in just minutes and our second session was just as wild as our first with her constant talking about 'cheating slut' and the like. She came three times and on the third one I let loose my load and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning I expected her to say something about the previous evening, but when she went about the day as if nothing different had happened I decided to keep my mouth shut. Two weeks went by with nothing being said and then we went to a dance at the Elks club. As usual she danced the night away while I sipped my drink and socialized and we had a good time. On the way home she was quiet for the first ten minutes of the ride and then she said, "Who did I have the most fun with tonight?"

I wasn't expecting the question, but I was curious so I named the least attractive man she had danced with. Sam was balding, forty pounds overweight and had a real whiney voice and I had half expected her to say, "Sam? Ugh!" and make gagging sounds. Sally made no comment at all, in fact she was quiet the rest of the way home.

Once in the house Sally began taking her clothes off and said, "I hope you're ready for me honey, because I need to be fucked."

It was a repeat of the night following the last party only this time it was Sam's name that was used. During our second fuck something different happened; half way into it she said, "God Sam, but I do love your cock. Fuck me baby, make me cum, but hurry lover, Harry wants his turn before my husband gets home. God, but I do love being your slut. You can both have me all you want just don't stop fucking me, please baby make me cum."

Again, nothing was said the next day, but our sex life suddenly increased; we went from two or three times a week to four and sometimes times five times a week.

Over the course of the next three months we went to three or four parties and the story repeated itself and on those nights Sally was damn near insatiable. On those nights we went three and sometimes four times before we fell asleep. It wasn't my fantasy, but it was the next best thing. The sex on those nights was so fantastic that I didn't care about my fantasy anymore. Then one night we attended a birthday party at the home of the couple who had held the party that had started it all. Once again the furniture was cleaned out of a room to make it a dance floor and once again I watched as Sally danced with whoever asked her. The night was about half over and I was talking to Mary, the hostess, when I happened to see Sally and her dance partner go out on the back porch. When they hadn't come back in after five or so minutes I got curious and so I walked over and looked out the back door.

At first I didn't see them, but then there was movement and I saw them standing out near the dark end of the patio. It looked as if they were standing side by side talking while looking out at something, but something about the way they were standing seemed odd. I was curious to see what was going on so I went out the front door and around the side of the house and the attached garage. I moved quietly to where I could peek around the corner of the garage and see them and when I peeked I got the shock of my life. From the back they had looked like they were just standing there talking, but the front view was totally different. Sally had Mike's cock in one hand and she was stroking him.

I couldn't hear what was being said, but Mike was talking and Sally was smiling and nodding her head yes and suddenly Mike put his cock back in his pants and they started walking toward me. I turned and ran to the front of the house and hid next to the front porch and watched as they came around the side of the house and headed up the street to a parked car. They got in the back seat and I moved as close as I dared, not so much afraid that I might be seen, but afraid that I might break up whatever was going on. Mike was sitting with his arm around Sally's shoulders and they seemed to be talking and then Sally's head disappeared from view - she was sucking his cock!