*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *   *I thought my Abigail was up to her old tricks again.  I had a hard time believing that I had agreed to do what she told me I had agreed to. 

"You agreed that you would have sex with a stranger while I watched," Abigail said nonchalantly. I was surprised that she had said it so coolly as if she had announced we were going to the park or something to that affect. 

"No way!  Don't b.s. me, babe.  I said nothing of the sort," I said laughing. 

"Oh.  You want to bet, mister?"  She said with an evil look in her eyes.  With that, she produced a pocket sized tape recorder -  the one I used to take notes with when I was a sportswriter.  "Listen to this." 

She pushed the play button and I could hear her loud and clear, asking me if I'd have sex with a stranger while she watched.  And there I was on tape - perfectly audible, saying "yes, of course I will, babe.  You know I'd do anything for you, my love." 

"Babe, I was so dead tired last night I would've confessed to the kidnapping the Lindbergh baby just to get some sleep," I said laughing. 

"Hmm, well, I'll play it again for you if you want me to,"  She said with her jaw firmly set.  I knew she was dead serious.  And what could I say?  She had the proof in her hands. 

"Well, that won't hold up in court,"  I said jokingly. 

"Oh, is that so?  Well, it'll hold up in MY court,"  She said in a low voice with a disgusted look.  She whirled around and walked away, pouting.  She barely spoke to me the rest of the day, but when she did, it was to discuss the "other" women I had fucked. 

I admitted to Abigail that pretending to screw another woman was exciting, but the most thrilling part was that I knew it was really her.  Of course she saw through this lie because in the heat of the moment I actually thought I was fucking another woman.  She told me she could feel the difference of my sexual performance during her little role-play sessions.  What really made me feel guilty is I knew she was right. 

One Friday night in late September, Abigail and I were eating at a neighborhood restaurant.  After dinner we felt like dancing so we stepped over to the lounge portion of the establishment.  As usual, Abigail teased me by dancing seductively and I nearly jumped her on the dance floor when she frequently rubbed against me, making my cock erect.  We had missed our usual morning sex session because Abigail scampered out the door before I could fully awaken, saying she would make it up to me later.  Well, this WAS later and I was DYING!  And it didn't help that Abigail was wearing one of her short, tight, backless dresses that showed off her sexy, thick, muscular thighs, hugged her bubble butt and highlighted her firm titties. 

We were sitting in a booth in a relatively dark corner of the lounge when Abigail began rubbing the bulge in my pants. 

"Oooohhhh, babe, damn that feels good,"  I sighed.  "Let's go home." 

"Mmm.. .wait for a while, baby. I'm not ready to leave yet,"  Abigail said to my chagrin. 

"Weeeeeellll. . .let's at least go out to the car,"  I said flashing her my devilish grin while rubbing her bare thigh. 

"Calm down, tiger,"  She said squeezing my bulge.  "Wait for a little while." 

Abigail got up and walked to the bar to get us more drinks.  When she didn't come back for several minutes, I turned and saw her talking to a brown haired woman at the bar.  Abigail was still somewhat of a snob, but she had become much friendlier after we had become reengaged.  I was regretting this new quality because I wanted to go outside and have sex.  After about twenty minutes, Abigail returned to our table. 

"Who was that woman?"  I inquired.  "Is she a friend?" 

"No, she just wanted to know where I bought my dress,"  Abigail replied.  "We talked fashion for a while.  She seems really nice." 

I gulped my drink in hopes of leaving quickly, but Abigail isn't much of a drinker and it takes her forever to finish one. 

"Come on, babe, let's go,"  I said impatiently. 

"My goodness!  What's your hurry?"  She exclaimed.  "I haven't finished my drink yet.  Hold your horses!  Have another drink or something." 

Before I could protest, Abigail went up and ordered me another drink.  This time she was gone about 30 minutes.  And once again, she was talking to the brunette.  I finally saw Abigail turn away from the bar and much to my disappointment, I saw the brunette grab her drink and follow her.  Now, I know I have quite a gift of gab, but once my wife starts talking, she never stops.  FUCK!!!  I thought. I'M NEVER GONNA GET LAID TONIGHT!!! 

Abigail introduced the brunette as Kristen.  I barely looked at her when I shook her hand and gave her a fake smile.  I've always been a very friendly person, but I get very unsociable when anything comes between me and sex.  I didn't really make eye contact, but from what I did see I saw she was kind of cute. 

My mind wandered while Abigail and Kristen conversed.  Feeling defeated, I made up my mind that the only way to tolerate the situation was to get drunk.  I had another drink which loosened me up a bit and I joined in on the conversation.  After about a half hour or so we learned that Kristen was an intelligent 28 year old divorced tax attorney well versed in the creative arts.  Kristen seemed pretty articulate as we discussed everything from literature to art to sports.  I was actually enjoying our conversation and I totally forgot about sex. 

"OE. . .I love this song," Kris said as the disc jockey started a slow song. 

"Well, baby, don't be so rude!"  Abigail said playfully smacking my shoulder.  "Ask Kris to dance." 

"Oh, that's okay,"  Kris said. 

"Are you sure you don't want to dance?"  I asked. 

"Go ahead, Kris,"  Abigail urged.  I'm a little tired anyway." 

"Well, if you don't mind -,"  Kris said. 

"Oh, of course not!  Don't be silly!  I love sharing my husband!"  Abigail said smiling and winking at Kris. 

WOW! That's when it finally dawned on me: the reason we hadn't left yet was because my wife was trying to score a woman for me! 

I was embarrassed and I felt badly for Kris when I saw the look of surprise on her face.  The look was quickly replaced however, with arched eyebrows and a sly smile. 

Only when we began dancing did I realize that Kris was an attractive woman.  She was about 5'6 with dark brown hair and light brown eyes.  Her long legs were slender, but shapely, leading up to a small, nicely shaped ass and her breasts appeared bigger than they were because she was a slim woman (I don't know how to tell breast size, but Abigail later told me she was about a 34B).  The tops of her breasts were visible from her low cut yellow dress. She had a fair complexion, but not milky white like Abigail's. 

"Your wife's quite the kidder,"  Kris said.  As she said this, she appeared to be searching in my eyes for a sign that Abigail wasn't joking. 

I didn't say anything, I just chuckled and changed the subject.  As we danced, I caught a glimpse of Abigail and she smiled broadly and nodded as if giving me the go ahead to make a move on Kris.  While Kris was attractive, I could only think about sex with my wife.  I had my back turned to Abigail and when I looked at Kris, I caught her mouthing something to my wife.  When she realized I had seen her, she smiled at me and clasped her hands around my neck, pulling me closer.  In all honesty. the only thing I could think about was missing out on sex and how I was going to give Abigail the dicking of her life if we ever left the lounge.  That thought, coupled with Kris' perfume was enough to drive me nuts.  I felt my dick throb slightly and I know Kris felt it with her belly because she gave me an embarrassed smile.  We stopped dancing shortly thereafter and returned to the table. 

"Well, did you two enjoy yourself?"  Abigail asked with a devilish grin.  Before I could answer Kris said "yes," so I agreed with her. 

As we sat down, Abigail said she wanted to sit on the edge in case she had to "powder her nose."  I noticed that she had already ordered another round of drinks.  I smiled when I saw champagne in front of Abigail.  Champagne makes Abigail unbelievably horny and I knew I'd be getting some tonight. 

I was sitting between both women when we began conversing about our careers. I mentioned that I was an ex-sportswriter and that I used to cover a certain professional football team.  Kris became excited and asked me if I had ever dealt with a particular player. 

"Yeah, but he's one of the most miserable s.o.b.'s I've ever met,"  I said with a scowl. 

"Hey, that's not very nice!  He's my favorite player!"  Kris retorted, playfully slapping me on the shoulder.  Once her hand rested on my shoulder, she rubbed it and squeezed it, giving me a smile. 

"Oh, don't listen to him,"  Abigail giggled.  "My poor baby's just grouchy because he didn't get any this morning." 

"Well, let me tell you, Abby, you better give it to him as often as he wants it or someone else will,"  Kris said with a serious look.  "That's what my ex-jerk did and that's why I'm divorced." 

"I don't mind,"  Abigail said with a straight face. 

It was Kris' turn to laugh, but she stopped when she saw Abigail didn't even so much as bat an eye.  I was too embarrassed to say anything, I just smiled, looked away and shook my head.  I was hoping Abigail would stop so Kris wouldn't think we were freaks. 

"You don't mind what?  Your husband screwing other women?"  Kris asked laughing.  "I wouldn't take my chances with such  handsome a man as him." 

"Not at all,"  Abigail replied.  "I actually encourage him - uh. . .but only if I get to watch." 

Upon hearing this, I wanted to crawl under the table and disappear.  I turned to the right and glanced quickly at Kris.  She was giving Abigail an incredulous look. 

"Uh. . .hold on here.  You. . .uh. . .you encourage your husband to have sex with other women. . .but only if you get to watch?" 
Kris asked. 

"That's right,"  Abigail answered as she began rubbing my cock through my pants. 

Kris didn't say anything, but I could feel her staring at me.  When I looked at her, she was giving a strange stare that normally would have made me uncomfortable, but I had quickly gulped another drink.  The combination of the alcohol and my horniness helped me to shed my inhibitions. 

Abigail shamelessly bragged about my sexual prowess, all the while rubbing my pants.  The two women then talked about me as if I wasn't even there and Abigail told Kris how much she liked to watch me have sex with other women.  I didn't really want to have sex with anyone other than my wife, but I knew that wouldn't happen as long as Kris was around.  I pretty much didn't give a damn where I was or what I was doing, so I grabbed my wife's hand and pressed it firmly on my bulge, hoping to scare away the unwanted company. 

"Okay, let's see if I've got this straight,"  Kris said with a smile.  "You don't mind if your husband has sex with. . .well, for example - ME?" 

"Of course not,"  Abigail answered.  "In fact, he likes you.  Feel how excited you've made him." 

With that, Abigail grabbed Kris' hand and put it on my crotch.  I saw Kris try to pull away, but despite my wife's small stature, she is very strong.  At first Kris looked a little embarrassed, but eventually Abigail took her hand away and Kris' willingly squeezed the lump in my pants.  I was so fuckin' horny by that time that I didn't care who played with my dick - just as long as SOMEONE did. 

I decided to move things a step further.  (Abigail and I later agreed that neither of us could believe what I did next.)  I pulled the table closer so the tablecloth covered my lap.  Both women removed their hands as I unzipped my pants, pulled my underwear to the side and freed my aching cock.  Without thinking, I took Kris' hand and placed it back on my cock.  She rubbed, caressed and squeezed my cockhead as I sighed. 

"Isn't it beautiful?"  Abigail asked Kris.  "It's so thick and so hard." 

Kris didn't say anything, she just gave Abigail a quick glance and giggled and blushed while she continued stroking me.  I leaned my head back and moaned when my wife began gently squeezing my big balls.  For the first time in nearly 7 years, I was being serviced by two women.  And it had been nearly that long since I had done something this insane.  That's when I made up my mind. I was going to screw this brunette and teach my wife a lesson.  Stupid me, I was playing right into my wife's hands. 

"Oh, my God.  I can't believe I'm doing this,"  Kris said giggling nervously and shaking her head.  She then nearly jumped out of her skin and she withdrew her hand when the waitress came to our table. 

"What do you say we go somewhere a little more private?"  Abigail asked. 

Kris looked a little embarrassed and she didn't make eye contact with either of us when she mumbled "okay."  I was in such a daze that I didn't say anything, I just put away my cock, zipped up and paid the check. 

None of us seemed capable of speech as we walked in a stupor to our cars in the back parking lot.  I remember I kept thinking how uncomfortable it is to walk while your cock is rubbing against your pants.  Just then, a memory flashed through my mind and shook me from my hypnotic state.  I remembered that one of the hottest fucks I'd ever had was during my days at ABC University when I fucked Kelly in an alley during a rowdy block party. 

The restaurant/lounge we had just left shared a parking lot with a yogurt shop.  Both establishments are on different streets, but the backs of each building face each other.  I had been to the yogurt shop before and knew that it usually closed at 8 p.m.  It was now 11 O' clock and I knew by now the employees had to be finished cleaning up and have left. 

I told the women to wait at the car and I walked to the back entrance of the yogurt shop.  I quickly surveyed the setup and signaled for the women to join me. 

"What are we doing here, babe?"  Abigail asked once we were together. 

"Follow me,"  I instructed.  The women followed me down a small flight of stairs that had about ten steps.  The steps turned left and made an "L" shape.  At the bottom of the steps. about 10 feet below ground, was the back door to the yogurt shop.  Next to the door was a large chain link gate that housed a huge generator that I guess was for the refrigeration unit.  The little area was dimly lit by a small white light bulb and it took us awhile to adjust our eyes.  The area wasn't visible from the parking lot, but you could hear cars and the occasional person walk by. 

"What are we doing here?"  Kris asked. 

"Well, uh. . ." I tried to explain, but the words stuck in my throat because it had finally dawned on me what I had in mind:  I was going to have sex with a woman I had known less than three hours while the love of my life watched. 

I didn't say anything as my hand went out and rested on Kris' right breast.  She gave a bashful smile and looked away as I massaged her breast through her dress.  It was obvious that we were both nervous and incapable of speech.  I wasn't really thinking about what I was doing, my body was kind of on auto pilot. 

I put my other arm around Kris' waist and pulled her closer while I reached into her dress and pulled out her right breast.  I squeezed and caressed her tit and she let out a low moan when I lowered my head and sucked her hard nipple into my mouth.  I tugged at the straps of her dress and exposed both her soft tits.  I alternated sucking and nibbling both of her soft, creamy white tits while I lifted the knee-length hem of her dress.  Once her dress was bunched up around her waist I stroked her smooth thighs and massaged her small, firm, butt cheeks through her panties. 

"Kris, is your pussy wet?"  Abigail asked. The sound of my wife's low, seductive voice snapped me out of my trance and I felt Kris jump.  Through my excitement of feeling this woman responding to my touch, I had totally forgotten that my wife was standing a scant two feet away from us. 

Abigail repeated her question.  Kris didn't make eye contact with either of us, she just stared at the ground without speaking and nodded her head. 

"Would you like to suck his beautiful cock?"  Abigail inquired. 

"I. . .guess so,"  Kris voice was barely above a whisper as she answered, still not looking at either of us. 

I felt really awkward and I know Kris felt the same because we both stood still for what seemed an eternity.  She seemed too nervous to kneel down and I was too afraid to guide her down by the shoulders. 

"Are you two okay?"  Abigail asked, finally breaking the silence.  Neither Kris nor I spoke, we both just nodded. 

After a few more seconds, Kris tentatively reached her hand out and placed it on my crotch.  It was just then that I realized I was so nervous that I had lost my erection.  Then, as if a strange force was guiding me, I put my hands on Kris' shoulders and  gently guided her to her knees.  The next thing I remember, Kris had my was stroking my flaccid cock.  Rather than respond, my cock stayed limp in her hand.  She then sucked me into her mouth.  After a couple of minutes of sucking, my cock slowly began responding.  I began to harden and I was enjoying the sensation of being inside a warm, wet mouth.  I then looked down and  - I went limp! 

Once I realized it was Kris and not Abigail sucking me off, I felt extremely uncomfortable and I pulled back a little.  My gaze met Kris' and we both quickly looked away.  At that moment, my wife walked up to me. 

"Baby, what's wrong?"  she whispered in my ear. 

"I don't know I. . .I. . .I don't know,"  I stammered. 

Ssshhh. . .it's okay, baby,"  Abigail cooed sweetly in my ear.  She sensed my nerves so she put her arms around my neck and lovingly kissed my cheek.  She planted soft, sweet kisses on my neck and slowly worked her way up until she was gently nibbling my ear.  "Just relax, baby.  I love you." 

Abigail then began unbuttoning my shirt and started rubbing my chest -  one of my erogenous zones.  She had me moaning as she gently nibbled my chest and nipples.  I lovingly stroked her hair and used it to guide her mouth to mine as we kissed passionately. 

I felt my cock jump and I looked down and realized Kris had resumed sucking me. 

"Mmmmm. . .ooohhhh, yeah. . .suck my cock,"  I moaned to Kris as I hungrily French kissed my wife. 

Kissing my wife while a strange woman sucked me off was one of the most incredible sensations I had ever felt.  Abigail and I broke our lip lock long enough for me to look down and see this brown haired woman slowly bob her head up and down on my quickly hardening prick. 

"I love you, baby,"  Abigail whispered after she kissed me lightly on the lips. 

"I love you, too,"  I whispered back as my wife turned away. 

Abigail washed away my anxiety and now I was rarin' to go.  I watched as Abigail hiked up her dress and pulled her panties down to her ankles.  She then stepped out of her panties and sat on one of the steps about two feet away from us.  She had the hem of her dress up around her waist and her legs spread as she slowly ran her fingers up and down the length of her pink slit. 

"Oooohhh, come on, Kris,"  I encouraged.  "Get my cock nice and hard." 

After about five more minutes of being sucked off I was rock hard.  I pulled back and my glans made a loud smacking noise when I pulled out of Kris' mouth. 

"Here you go,"  Abigail said, holding something out to Kris. 

Kris reached out and took a condom from Abigail's hand.  She removed the wrapper and without a word, rolled it onto my throbbing hard on.  I grabbed Kris' hand and led her to where she faced the chain link gate that housed the compressor.  I put my hands on her hips and pulled and guided her ass back toward me.  I pulled up her dress and she bunched it up around her waist.  I ran my hands all over her white butt cheeks.  Although she was probably six inches taller than Abigail, her ass was much smaller and tad bit softer. 

Not wanting to waste anymore time, I pulled down her lacy yellow panties over her slim hips and she stepped out of them.  I discovered she was very wet when I traced my finger along her puffy cunt lips.  She sighed and instinctively spread her legs when I stuck my finger inside.  I fingered her slowly for a few seconds and pulled out to lick her warm, sticky juice off my finger which caused me to salivate.  Without thinking, I squatted down and when I took a whiff of her womanly scent, I flicked out my tongue and licked her pussy. 

Kris moaned and lowered herself a little when I slid my tongue inside to lick her vaginal walls.  Kris moaned quietly as I began tongue fucking her and when I reached through her legs to rub her clit, I felt her knees buckle.  When I withdrew my tongue and stood up,  Kris gave me a confused and disappointed look.  I turned her around to face and squatted once again.  I saw Kris had a copious amount of dark brown pubic hair and I ran my face through it.  I trailed kisses down her furry mound until my lips came to rest on her wet cunt lips.  After kissed and tongued her cunt lips for a few seconds.  I stopped to slobber on  my middle finger.  When my finger was dripping with saliva, I reached between her legs and lightly brushed it along the crack of her ass until It rested on her asshole.  I rubbed little circles around her anal opening while her butt cheeks quivered. 

I grabbed Kris' right leg and draped it over my shoulder.  I slid my thumb into her dripping pussy while my well-lubed finger pushed against her asshole.  I managed to insert my finger to the first knuckle before she groaned and clamped tightly against my invading finger. 

"No. . .no please, not that. . .please don't do that,"  Kris whimpered as she uttered her first words in quite some time.  "Please. . .take it out." 

Kris tried to squirm away, but when I thumb fucked her pussy and bathed her clit with my tongue, she stopped struggling.  I slowly inserted the rest of my middle digit and she groaned even louder.  I waited for a few seconds, then I simultaneously began fucking her pussy and her asshole, while I licked her clit.  I dipped my right shoulder down until she took the hint and threw her left leg over it.  I peeked up and saw she had reached above and behind her head to grasp the gate.  Kris had her eyes closed as she panted and moaned loudly.  I kept up my rhythm on Kris and after what seemed like only seconds, she clamped her thighs tightly around my neck.  She stopped moving momentarily until I felt her pelvis buck repeatedly against my face.  Between her thighs covering my ears and the sound of the compressor that had kicked on, I barely heard Kris' screams.  Abigail later told me that with Kris having her eyes and mouth wide open, her head thrown back and her body convulsing wildly, she looked like she was being electrocuted. 

Kris' weakened and her thighs loosened their grip on my neck.  I felt her entire body quivering and I saw a frightened look in her eyes as I pulled her down to me.  I could feel the wetness in my mustache and goatee as I ran my tongue around my lips to capture Kris' excess juice.  I turned to look at my wife who was leaning back against the steps.  She had her legs spread with  her hand still resting on her cunt and the exhausted look on her face told me she had just orgasmed. 

Kris and I stood up and stared at each other.  Neither of us had yet fully regained our senses.  I felt like I was having sex for the first time and I wasn't sure what to do next.  Kris took care of my confusion when she reached out and started pulling and squeezing my condom covered cock.  I again turned her around, but stopped two feet short of the gate.  I dropped my pants to my ankles then pushed her shoulders forward.  Kris spread her legs and bent over, offering me full access to her glistening pussy. 

She moaned when I slid in the head of my cock.  I slowly fucked her with two inches and when I felt her stretch to accommodate my girth, I slid in two more inches and eventually had my six-incher buried up to my balls.  I began pulling out and easing myself slowly back into her.  I fucked her in this manner for a few minutes as she quietly "oohed" and "aahed." 

Kris had her head down and she grasped the gate as she began pushing her ass back to meet my thrusts.  At this signal I pulled out and pushed in harder until smacking sounds were coming from my quadriceps bouncing off Kris' ass.  Neither Kris nor I spoke, not even dirty talk, we both only managed to grunt and groan as we fucked fast and furiously. 

I'm not sure if Kris came, but her knees buckled and we had to stop.  I dislodged my cock from Kris' wet cunt and turned her around to face me.  I supported her with my arm around her waist and when I looked into her eyes, I saw a look of pure lust.  I can bet that I had the same look when I crushed my lips against her's and we moaned loudly into each others mouth while hungrily tonguing each other.  I pushed her back against the gate and forced her thighs open with my knee.  I lifted one of her thighs in the air and rubbed my cock along her sticky slit.  When I found her hole, I quickly slid back in, grabbed both of her thighs and felt her legs wrap around my waist.  Kris' back was against the fence and after waiting for a few seconds to catch our breath, I resumed fucking her with quick, hard strokes.  Each time I slammed my cock into Kris' pussy I would rotated my hips to grind my pubic bone on her clit.  And each time our animalistic groans grew louder. 

Kris' pants became more frantic and were mixed with squeals and I knew she'd soon be coming again.  I fucked her harder and ground roughly against her clit.  Just then, I felt her body stiffen and she hugged my neck tightly while she shuddered and came with a squeal.  I could feel the pressure building up in my balls and I was dying to come. 

One of two sexual problems usually arise when I've had too much to drink: either I can't get hard or I find it difficult to ejaculate.  This particular time the latter was my problem.  I kept pumping my cock in and out of Kris' pussy in hopes of shooting my lad, but to no avail.  Every time I felt like I was ready to shoot, nothing happened. 

"Wait. . .wait.. .stop,"  Kris pleaded.  Kris' voice snapped me back to reality because we hadn't spoken much since making our way down the stairs. 

"Kris, are you okay?"  Abigail asked.  Kris nodded and said she just needed a break. 

Meanwhile, I leaned against the wall with my aching prick standing straight up. I was so frustrated with not being able to blow my wad. 

"Fuck!"  I exclaimed, slapping my cock in disgust and staring off into space. 

I felt a pair of hands on my chest and looked down to see my wife. 

'What's wrong, baby?"  she asked looking concerned. 

"I can't come,"  I said.  "I think I drank too much." 

Abigail reached down and grabbed my cock. 

"My goodness, baby, you're still hard as a rock!"  She exclaimed. 

Kris and I had fucked for over half an hour.  I hadn't bothered to pace myself because I figured I'd make her come a couple of times and then blow my wad.  I was pretty tired, but my cock was still rock hard and  I was desperate to come.  Without saying a word, I yanked Abigail's dress up and roughly parted her thighs with my knee.  I pulled the condom off my dick and rubbed the head around her wet pussy. 

"Oh, yes, baby.  Do it to me,"  Abigail hissed.  "Fuck me good, baby.  Fuck me like you fucked Kris." 

Once I felt the tip of my cock slide into my wife's wet pussy I picked her up and impaled her on my cock.  I was too overzealous and she whimpered in pain as my cock rudely invaded her tight fuck hole.  But I didn't care, I just wanted to use her like a little fuck toy until I came.  Normally, because my wife is so tight I begin fucking her slowly, but this time I was too horny to care.  I rammed my cock in and out of my Abigail's well lubed pussy as her painful whimpers turned into squeals of pleasure in no time. 

"Oh, baby!  Fuck me!"  Abigail squealed. 

I bounced Abigail on my cock as she threw her head back and moaned loudly.  Abigail's ass made a loud slapping noise whenever she met my thighs as we settled into a fast and furious fucking pace.  When Abigail's breath turned to short, quick gasps ending with squeals, I knew she on the verge of orgasm. 

"Oh, my God!  Oh, my. . .oh, baby!  Oh, God!"  Abigail whimpered in my ear as her strong grip around my neck pulled my face closer to her's.  Abigail tried to be quiet and she let out a low animal-like moan in her throat that turned into a long squeal as she shook against me and climaxed. 

Since she had just come, I knew I'd have to stop fucking Abigail soon because it would become too uncomfortable for her.  I could feel the sweet pain building up in my cockhead as it always does before I shoot my load. 

"Babe. . .stop. . .please,"  Abigail pleaded. 

"Wait. . .almost there,"  I grunted hoping she could hold out a little longer.

"Baby, please. . .it hurts,"  Abigail whined. 

Before I could protest, Abigail locked her fingers in the chain link gate and still had strength enough to lift herself off my cock, leaving me pumping my dick into the air.  I backed up and she lowered herself to the ground. 

"Aw, baby. . .I was almost there,"  I complained. 

It's okay, babe. . .come over here,"  Abigail said as she sat next to Kris on the first step of the stairs. 

My pants were still around my ankles and I shuffled a couple of feet to where they were, with my dick bobbing painfully in front of me.  Once in front of the women, Abigail grabbed my cock and sucked hard on the head while she tugged gently on my balls.  She stopped sucking and jacked me off slowly.  Without uttering a word, she put her hand on the back of Kris' head and gently guided her toward me.  Kris responded by opening her mouth and letting me slide  my cock into her warm mouth.  She sucked me slowly, but gripped me firmly while her tongue danced on the underside of my cock.  I closed my eyes, enjoying the blowjob I was getting from Kris' tight mouth.  Just then I felt an incredible sensation that caused  me goose bumps and hardened my nipples.  I opened my eyes and looked down to see my wife licking my balls.  She alternately sucked my big balls into her mouth and nibbled and licked while Kris' mouth slurped hungrily on my cock. 

"Oooh, come on, I'm almost there,"  I sighed.  "Keep sucking my cock. . .don't stop. . .fuck, yes. . ." 

The familiar ache hit my glans as Kris increased her suction, making me feel like she was about to yank my cockhead off my shaft.  I stared at the sight off Kris' lips ovaled around my cock and Abigail, doing her part to double team me orally, until my eyes blurred.  I blinked quickly because I didn't want to miss a second of the vision.  The feeling of having my balls and cock sucked was heightened by the fact that this was a relative stranger and my wife that were servicing me. 

"Okay. . .okay-okay, fuck!  C'mon - that's it. . .that's it. . .MMMMM!"  I wanted to scream, but somehow I had noticed that the compressor had shut off and that  I'd probably be heard three states away. 

I gripped the handrail of the steps to keep myself from falling as my hips bucked involuntarily, shoving my cock deep into Kris' throat.  She was doing her best to swallow the long streaks of cum I was shooting into her mouth.  I must have bucked too hard and hit her gag reflex because I heard her choke and though I felt as if I were going to blackout from stifling my screams, I saw some jizz run over her chin.  Kris used her fingers to wipe up the runaway cum and sucked them clean. 

Kris resumed sucking my semi hard cock and swirled her tongue around my hypersensitive tip.  The feeling brought pleasurable pain to my glans and I whimpered as I pulled out my cockhead with a loud "popping" noise.  My knees quivered and I half sat and half fell on the steps with a loud "thud."  I whimpered as Abigail gently caressed my now flaccid cock.  My glans hurt so badly that I looked down and half expected it to have exploded.  That was the most painful ejaculation I had experienced.  The end result was more relieving than thrilling. 

"Oh, baby.  My God, baby, you looked so sexy doing it with Kris,"  Abigail whispered softly as she French kissed me hotly.  She then turned to Kris.  "Well, Kris?  Was he as good as I said he was or did I exaggerate? 

"Oh, no. . .no exaggeration,"  Kris said with a little chuckle.  "That was. . .wow!  Whew!" 

My wife's boastful words and Kris' response seemed to snap me out of my sex induced stupor.  I quickly surveyed the scene: Kris was pulling up her panties; my wife sat between us with her panties in her hand and her dress still bunched up around her waist; and I sat with my underwear and pants around my ankles.  I realized that I had oral and vaginal sex with a woman who I had known for less than three hours while my wife watched.  I then fucked my wife while this woman watched.  And then both women pleasured me orally while I blew my load down this woman's throat. WHAT WAS WRONG WITH THIS PERVERTED PICTURE?! 

I looked at my wife and saw an unbelievable look of pride on her smiling face as her eyes shone in the dull light.  My gaze met Kris' and we both quickly looked away.  As I hurriedly rearranged my clothes,  I was sure that Kris was feeling the same embarrassment I felt.  While I composed myself I could hear the sound of her heels climbing the steps. 

"Hey, Kris - wait.  Where are you going?"  Abigail asked as she hastily put on her panties and walked after Kris. 

"Uh. . .I. . .I have to go,"  Kris answered as I heard her steps quicken. 

"But wait. . .he'll be ready again soon.  He just needs to rest a little,"  Abigail said trying to convince Kris to stay. 

I sat with my head in my hands as I heard their steps and muffled voices passing above me.  A couple of minutes later I gathered myself and encountered my wife when I reached the top of the steps. 

"Wow, she was acting weird.  I wonder what got into her,"  Abigail said.  She then giggled.  "Well, I know what or rather WHO got into her." 

I looked at the ground as we walked to our car.  I was too ashamed to look my wife in the face. 

"Oh, baby!  That was incredible!"  Abigail squealed with delight.  "My, God, I don't even remember how many times I orgasmed!  That was just too - 

"Shut up!"  I snapped at her.  "Just. . .just. . .shut up. . ." 

"WHAT?!  Baby!  How dare you speak to me like that!"  Abigail exclaimed in disbelief.  The shock wore off when she saw what I'm sure was a down trodden look on my face.  She hugged me and kissed my cheek.  "What's wrong, baby?" 

I apologized and said we'd talk about it later.  I barely remembered the drive home and the only thing I remembered about the sex that followed was that she must have enjoyed it because she screamed and moaned loudly.  Afterward, I laid with my back to my wife. 

"Mmmmm, babe.  That was the best sex EVER,"  she cooed as she snuggled up to me.  "Watching you was orgasmic, but having you afterward is. . is - EUPHORIC.  I can still smell Kris on you.  Mmmm, there's something to be said for sloppy seconds!" 

I finally brought myself to discuss what had happened.  I told her how awful I felt and of course, she brought up the sessions with Kelly and her bachelorette party.  I weakly explained how Kelly was a different matter because of the closeness of our relationship and that things had just "gotten out of hand" at her bachelorette party.  I told her that a grown man of 30 shouldn't behave like a lust crazed maniac.  I added that Kris left quickly because I was sure she felt as ashamed as I did. 

"I bet you she doesn't,"  Abigail said.  "She gave me her number.  I'm going to call her right now." 

Abigail searched through her purse and produced a scrap of paper. 

"It's a phony number,"  I told her. 

"How do you know?"  she asked as she dialed. 

I told her that I had experience in giving phony numbers after the countless number of one night stands I had in college.  Sure enough - the number was disconnected. 

"Oh, well, babe. . .it's her loss.  We don't need her,"  Abigail said matter of factly as she yawned.  She looked at me and smiled lovingly.  "As sexy as you are I know there'll be others.  This is just the beginning." 

Before I could answer my wife told me she loved me, kissed me on the lips and snuggled up to me.  Although we were both exhausted and she quickly dozed off, my conscience wouldn't allow me to sleep. 

The moon seeped in through the open blinds and illuminated my wife's beautiful face.  While she slept, she looked like an angel, but I realized I had just created a monster. . .