Mount Walt

Mount Walt


"Did you ever wonder.....mmmm you still have the tightest pussy....what another man would feel like?"

Her eyes were just starting to glaze, and when she focused them to look at me, I saw surprise. Partly it was because I didn't talk when we fucked-I grunted-but the real surprise was the subject.

"Oh, you are a tight pussy expert now, are you?"

"I am, and yours is. C'mon. You didn't answer my question. Who were you thinking about just now?"

It was about 8 months ago, and I finally said what I had been thinking for years. I often imagined I was watching somebody else fuck my too-pretty-for-me wife while I was inside her. I know, I know. I'm supposed to fantasize that I'm fucking a young sex-crazed starlet, but that never worked for me. What worked was fantasizing that she was letting a young sex-crazed hunk fuck her.

"Ooohhhh god, honey.... I feel bad, but I was."

"Who?"

"Your boss....ooohhh god honey I was imagining that he was fucking me...ooohh that's it, fuck me hard."

I could feel my cock get stiffer, more sensitive, and I swear it grew.

"Call me Walt as I fuck you...uunngg you're so hot...imagine I really am Walt fucking you."

I watched her face. She stopped moving momentarily and her eyes opened wide to stare at me. Her desire to yield to my request was evident, as was some fear. When she finally let her desire overcome her fear, her cry of surrender oozed with emotion.

"Ooohhh god....ooohhh Walt....ooohhh god fuck me hard Walt honey."

She closed her eyes as she gasped Walt's name, and it was easy to see she was becoming lost in the fantasy that I really was Walt. I suspected I had already been Walt many times in her mind as we fucked.

"Yes, I'm Walt. I love to fuck your cunt, Gina....Mmmm damn you're hot....How does it feel to have my cock where no cock has ever been? My big cock is touching your cunt in places that have never been touched before."

I did feel bigger, and I was certainly being more forceful as I held both her hands above her head and stared down at her face as I pistoned with powerful thrusts.

"Ooohhh god ...Walt.. yes.. oohhh Walt.. oohhh I love your cock...oohh god Walt honey... I love your huge cock in my cunt."

Her speech impediment was arousal. Words came unevenly: sometimes staccato-like, other times with huge time gaps between them. Sometimes I could barely hear a whisper, other times I could have heard her screams of passion from the house next door. She exhibited a reasonably large vocabulary of unintelligible sounds that were apparently involuntary. I heard a whimper or a sigh or a gasp or a moan or one of a dozen other sounds expressing pleasure with each inward thrust of my ready-to-explode cock.

She kept her eyes closed, but the rest of her face was a mirror for her lust. She rolled her head back and forth to a hidden rhythm, and she exposed her gorgeous neck each time she arched her back from a pleasure spike. She licked her lips frequently and the muscles in her face tightened and relaxed in a chaotic pattern, each one of which expressed excitement and arousal.

I bent down to nibble on her neck, then moved up to whisper in her ear. "Gina, I'm going to fuck your eyes out".

"Ooohh god yes...ooohh god Walt honey... fuck me blind....yes ooohh god yes... that feels... so good."

I let my eyes wander down her body. She was breathing hard, and her tits rose and fell to match her panting. God, what tits. They are still as firm as the day we met, and the sag that has become obvious in so many women her age was barely evident. They rippled each time I bottomed out and her nipples, which were almost purple from blood flow, bounced from the culmination of the ripples. I released her hands so I could feel them, but I didn't slow my stroking. Her back arched when I first rolled her nipples in my fingers, and the harder I squeezed, the more she arched to push them further into my hands.

"Ooohhh god... ooohhh god Walt honey....oohh god... that... feels... so good....oohh god fuck me...mmm... pull my tits....squeeze them hard...ooohhh god... ooohhh Walt."

I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was wet from her own exertions and from the sweat I dripped or rubbed on her, and her upper body was flushed to a reddish tint. Her hands, free to move after I released them to squeeze her tits, clenched and relaxed haphazardly. She moved her arms as if she couldn't find a comfortable position, but the continual motion was just another sign of her intense pleasure. Her arms hugged me tightly for a short while, and then she placed them flat on the bed while she writhed. She grabbed my ass briefly and held me tight against her while she ground her cunt against my pubic bone. She helped my hands squeeze her tits, and then she gently rubbed her clitoris. She stretched them back above her head, in the position they were when I held them there together, and turned her head to kiss me. As we kissed with the passion revealed by the sloppy exchange of saliva, she put her hands flat on the bed above her head and used them to push her entire body up like she was trying to do a backbend.

Her upper body was animated like I had never seen; but as I looked down to see my cock pounding in and out, the movement of her upper body was less than what was below. A complex combination of rotations and pelvic thrusts matched each stroke I made, and she clenched and relaxed her pussy in a rhythm that didn't match my pumping frequency. There was squeezing pressure on my cock that made her pussy as tight as a virgin's when she kegeled; and when I bottomed out on each forward thrust, she was pushing up to get my prick as far into her as possible. She gave a little rotation when I was fully inside that wrenched my cock sideways, and my cock was being stimulated like never before. The energy she was expending was at least as great as my own.

Yes, there was no doubt she was on an entirely different level of arousal from our normal fuck.

My cock throbbed as I felt the familiar signal for imminent orgasm, so I stopped to prolong my pleasure. She didn't like me stopping, and she began trying to fuck me from the bottom by using her arms and legs to pull her cunt up and down and back and forth on my motionless cock.

"Ooohhh... god... don't stop.... ooohh...Walt honey... keep... fucking... me... ooohhh.. that's it.... oohhh... god... mmm... I love.... your.... huge cock...... mmmm.... in my......... mmmm...... cunt."

The time between each word increased as she approached orgasm and the pauses were filled with little whimpers and moans. As the frequency of her words decreased, the ones she spoke became louder.

I have always loved to watch her when she disappears into her own little pleasure world, but tonight was especially exciting because every indicator of her arousal was magnified as we both fantasized that I was Walt. I knew the signs of Gina's impending climax, and I knew that when her dam burst, it was going to be shattering.

"Mmmm damn you have a tight pussy Gina.... Kirk's cock must be a lot smaller....I'm going to ruin your cunt for him."

I watched her face to see if she would catch the "tight pussy" comment this time, but it went zooming by. Her full focus was the pleasure she was receiving as Walt fucked her.

"Oooohhh god.....Walt....I'm....coming.....ooohhhh....god....yesss........ oohh god..... ruin..... my.... pussy.... for..... Kirk... ooohhh.... god.... Walt.... honey...oohh........yes......I...love...it..... you.... are..... so-oo-oo....... much..... better.... ooohhh....... god........ yes......... ooohhh........ yes."

When Gina comes, she has contractions in some of her pussy muscles that are as involuntary and as powerful as a man's. It is almost impossible for me to stop when her cunt milks me with her orgasm, and this was no exception. What was an exception was the intensity of my climax. It was the most concentrated pleasure I'd felt in many years. It was also one of the quickest simultaneous orgasms we'd ever had, and, wonder of wonders, the first since our honeymoon where my erection didn't shrivel after ejaculation. I started stroking again almost immediately.

Gina looked at me in shock. "Didn't you come?"

Her orgasm must have been as potent as mine. After 10 years, she knew my orgasm and she never had to ask before whether I came. This was the first one she was ever unsure about, so I knew her entire concentration had been on her own pleasure when she came.

"Yes. Mmmm it was great. The best in a long time". I kept stroking. "Walt wants to fuck you some more."

She stared into my eyes as if sizing me up, then closed them and grabbed my ass with both hands.

"Ooohh god Walt honey....you can fuck me whenever you want."

I pinched her nipples while listening to her moans. She moaned because her mouth was too occupied to talk: I tongue kissed her as vigorously as I pumped. I was enjoying sex more than I had in years.

"Turn over. I want to pinch your tits as I fuck you doggie style."

"Ooohh god.. Walt honey ooohhh.... You can fuck me.. however you want."

"Damn right....uuunngg you're my cunt now....I'll fuck you whenever and wherever and however I want...tell me your cunt belongs to me."

"Ooohh god Walt honey it does...oohh that's it...fuck your cunt...mmm it feels so good."

I was picturing her in all sorts of positions as Walt fucked her. I'd long had a suspicion that Gina liked to fantasize about somebody else fucking her, but what surprised me was the erotic power the image of Walt fucking her had on my id. I usually imagined a nameless stud fucking her, but now there was a name and a face and a relationship attached to the man I imagined was fucking her. I watched my cock slide forcefully in and out, and I pictured myself standing up behind Walt watching as he was the one fucking Gina doggie style. The cock I saw going in and out didn't belong to me, but rather to Walt. It was as close to an out-of-body experience as I've ever been.

I was on the brink of orgasm at least three times before I came again. Gina had at least 5 in that half-hour interval, and each time she screamed how much better Walt was. The more she said it, the more excited I got. I even woke in the middle of the night and Walt fucked her again.

That was the beginning, and I either was Walt or I talked about Walt every time we fucked for the next eight months, until last week. I've probably fucked Gina more in the last eight months than I did in the five years before that combined, and I know the real Walt fucked her more than I did. It lasted about two months where I was "Walt" as we fucked and it stayed our private fantasy, but that wasn't enough for either of us. We finally decided to try to orchestrate an affair between Gina and poor Walt, the totally unsuspecting object of our plot.

Poor Walt? He's 28, 6'4", 220 pounds of lean muscle, vice-president of information technology, and, as Gina later discovered, hung like a prize stallion. He's smart, considerate, funny when he wants to be, and extremely sexual. Women are his hobby. He has supreme confidence-justifiably-that he can nail any woman above the age of 18. One other thing: wedding rings are invisible to Walt. Yeah, poor old Walt.

Our company manufactures and wholesales women's clothing, and Walt is legendary here. Every guy wants to be like him and every woman wants to be with him. We employ relatively few men, and because women like to talk, every guy here has heard women talking about what a stud he is. I'm sure every woman has too.

Walt usually dates women from outside the company, but he had been with at least a dozen of our own when he was promoted to be my boss. It is sometimes awkward when a younger colleague is promoted, but Walt has handled it with ease for almost two years now. The thing that makes it the easiest for all us older managers is that he deserved the promotion because of his work. Plus, most of the managers here are women and they love to do what he asks.

His promotion didn't change his lifestyle at all, and he continued to be an equal opportunity pursuer. Walt caught women of different races, religions, occupations, and marital states. He didn't just catch them for a night-if they were worth chasing, he wanted to catch them and keep them until he had them broken and tamed-and hopelessly in love. He loved them back with all his passion while they were together.

When he was with his flavor of the month, as we all jealously called his latest, he was the perfect suitor. He took her to exciting places and events. He introduced her to interesting and well-known people. He sent her flowers a couple of times per week. He went shopping with her at least once a week and spent freely buying clothes and jewelry for her. He called her in the middle of the night to tell her he missed her. He sent her to his own professional photographer for a complete portfolio, one any model would be proud to present, and boudoir poses were only included at her suggestion. He listened intently to what she said at all times. In short, when he was with her, he was 100% with her.

Walt appears to be constantly in love, but obviously not with the same woman. I haven't talked to him about it, but my guess is that he wants the emotional high one gets when they first fall in love, so he falls in love repeatedly. I think that the instant the euphoria begins to wane, he looks for another. And he doesn't just drop them and say goodbye. He knows how to gracefully tell them it's over so they aren't pissed at him, just sad it's over. His parting gift is always valuable and personal-his attention to what they say always clues him in on their deepest desires. Tears flow when he tells them, but they all seem to be thankful they had the chance to share part of his life with him.

Of the women in our company Walt had fucked, at least half were married. We often saw him with married women who didn't work here, too, so he routinely found companionship from women supposedly committed for life. When Walt took up with a married lady, two things happened. First, he treated her like she was single so everybody knew they were "dating"; and second, everybody knew she would be back with her husband before long because Walt would move on. And we suspected a third thing: the poor husband was going to suffer through a lifetime of unfavorable comparison. Walt has more people charting his moves than Emmitt Smith does, so we all knew he would stay with his newest flavor at least a couple of weeks and rarely more than 3 months. A girl in sales, one of his former flavors, maintains a "Walt timeline" dedicated to tracking Walt's relationships. Gina's on it.

Walt has the looks, money, and personality to get anybody. The funny thing is that he doesn't always end up with 22 year old supermodels. Poor Walt likes the company of women, and some of his longest lasting affairs were with middle-aged housewives who were still beautiful, a description that fits Gina perfectly.

Walt, Gina and I all work for the same company, but Gina is in Sales and Walt and I work on systems. I'm the Manager of Production Technology and Walt is my boss, VP of Information Technology. Gina works on another floor of our building so we are close enough to have lunch if she isn't out trying to sell more women's clothing. If Walt and I didn't work together, Gina wouldn't have been dreaming he was the one fucking her. The subsequent events were so glorious, magical, thrilling and intensely erotic that even now, after Walt has moved on to another beauty, Gina and I thank our lucky stars every day that Walt and I work together.

I should say a little bit about Gina. I'm 39, and she's 7 years younger-note how I didn't tell her age. She's 5'4", 110 pounds, 35C-22-34, blonde, blue-eyed, quick to flash her perfect teeth (but slow on other body parts, much to my dismay), firm, with the most perfectly smooth skin ever. She's also smart, but more than smart I think she's quick-witted. Her clever retorts come back almost before my words have dispersed into silence, and she can cut people to shreds verbally better than anyone I've ever known-although I've never seen her do so unless she was attacked first.

You should know one other important thing. I knew I would never satiate her even before we got married. She was about to graduate from college when we met. Yes, she was still a virgin and quite religious, although there were things she was beginning to question. I was 16 months divorced and not religious at all. Who would have suspected we would click like we did, but in two months I was fucking her a couple of times a day and in ten months we were married.

Gina was multi-orgasmic from the first time I fucked her. Ten years is a long time to always be randy, but Gina has never refused me. No 'I've got a headache's. No 'I'm too tired's. No 'I'm on my period's. No no's, ever. She really likes me to fuck her, but I've always known in the back of my mind that she would really like it regardless of who fucked her. She loves the act of fucking, and since her capacity is greater then mine, I always get totally satisfied. She initiates sex most of the time. Her pussy flows with the mention of sex and dirty words or graphic accounts turn it into a sloppy mess. When the conversation at parties turns sexual, I know I'll be attacked in the car on the way home.

I felt like a normal guy before I met Gina-a guy who wanted more sex than he got. After I introduced her to the joy of sex, I still felt like a normal guy but I thought Gina's appetite for sex might put her in a borderline nymphomania category. Even before the wedding I felt guilt because I knew I would never be able to fully satisfy her. My consolation was that I didn't think any individual man could.

As I said, I had been Walt as I fucked her for about two months before we took our daring up a plateau.

"Uuunngg fuck what got into you?...mmm you're sloppy."

She had just finished sitting down on my cock and I was looking up at her as she hunched with extreme vigor. She was still wearing her dress and I had barely made it in the front door. It was a Friday and I was looking forward to a drink and a sit to let the work frazzle lose its bite. It wasn't to be, but sometimes you get more than you want. As soon as I walked in the door, she was on her knees taking off my shoes, socks, and pants. Her tongue and lips and throat and suctioning cheeks brought full wood in short order. She pushed me to the floor, and then filled her extremely wet cunt with every millimeter of my cock in one quick gravity-assisted drop.

"Ooohhh..god....Walt honey... I talked.....mmm... to Julie today.... ooohhhh.... god.... she said....mmm...you used to....ooohh god... fuck her... a lot.... ooohhh.... fuck me Walt honey......... ooohhh....... yesss....... oohhh..... god ..... I'm...... coming.... ooohh.......... god... yes... ooohh........ yess... mmm..... god."

A new record. I couldn't have been in her two minutes. Fortunately, I wasn't ready to come but I loved the feeling when her orgasm milked my cock. I let her get through the most intense part before I spoke.

"I remember Julie well. Mmmm your cunt is more talented Gina...so what did Julie have to say?" I did know Julie. She and Gina had gone shopping a few times, and I met her husband a couple of times at company parties. Nice guy.

"Ooohhh god.....Walt honey she's still in love with you....she said to tell you that you could fuck her anytime."

"I don't go backwards Gina....mmmm take off your dress...I want to watch my cock going in and out of your cunt."

It wasn't like her to wear anything at all when I fucked her. Unlike many men, I find total nudity to be the most arousing.

She lifted the hem and before it got to her waist I saw it.

"Uunngghhh fuck you shaved your pussy....uuunnngghh...uunngghh damn.... Uunngghh that looks great....sooo hot....uunngghh what made you shave it?"

I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was shiny, red, wet, slippery, and, well goddammit, it was just the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"Do you like it? Ooohhh god Walt honey... Julie said you like shaved pussies."

I had asked her to shave her pussy at least fifty times since I met her, but a second-hand statement that Walt liked them finally put the metal to the petal (i.e. the razor to the beautiful flower between her legs). God, a bare pussy is a gorgeous bit of bodypart.

I slid out of my role for the first time in two months. I was fucking her as myself.

"We'll have to let him know yours is shaved...mmm can you picture him looking at your bald cunt as he fucks you like I'm doing?....Uunngghh shit Gina..I'm..coming....mmmm...I'm...sorry....mmmm...uunngg...............uuuunnnnggghhh.... damn.... that's.... good."

I could usually maintain control, but not that Friday. My Gina had shaved her pussy.

It was the first mention of crossing from play-acting to a real seduction. I think we both subconsciously knew we would eventually get there simply because the feelings were too intense to let it alone. She responded while my orgasm engulfed me.

"Ooohhh god honey I can.....I want him to fuck me....oohhh god I want him to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me."

"Uunngghh fuck I want it too....I want Walt to fuck my wife...uunngg shit I want him to fuck your sweet cunt."

The words that moved us from fantasy to possibility stiffened my post-orgasm shriveling cock, and I only had to pump for a couple dozen sensuously slow full-length strokes before Gina exploded again. It was obvious this movement toward realism was even more overpowering than when I was her surrogate Walt.

It was a very long night, but I think we got full value for every lost minute of sleep. After I fucked her twice more, each time drawing her further into the notion that Walt really could fuck her, we talked. We schemed. We planned. By the time we were ready to sleep, we were of one mind, my Gina and I, and our goal was clear. We wanted Walt to fuck her, then to date her as long as he wanted. We wanted both an adultery and a 'love affair to remember'. We decided on a two-pronged attack: I would hint by talking, she would hint by showing. All weekend we plotted as we fucked, and each new idea brought another orgasm for each of us. Despite the highest level of sexual activity since our honeymoon, we were still fully aroused on Monday morning. We were anxious to start the assault of Mt. Walt.

I didn't mention it to Gina because I think we both implicitly recognized that we were playing a very dangerous game. I could have lost Gina to Walt, but I thought the odds were in my favor. I had no doubt that if Walt wanted to keep Gina, he could and would. Our love would tug her back toward me, but the only real reason she would return was Walt. He would move on.

Walt had never wanted to "keep" anybody. He liked to share a part of his exciting life with one woman, then share the next part with another. I hoped and believed he had many more years of sharing in this manner before he would settle down with one, but there wasn't any assurance. What transpired was the most erotic time in my life, but also the most tense. I guessed correctly that he would replace Gina, but there were several months of doubt. Gina eventually dated Walt longer than any woman ever had.


Many men fantasize about their wives being fucked by other men, but my fantasy went further. You might wonder why I would risk losing my wife by encouraging a full love affair. It's because I love her so much. You see, I was her first love affair, and then I was her husband. The deep, abiding love we share after 10 years of marriage may even be better in some ways, but the overpowering elation that is the true indicator of a love affair has been gone for a long time.

I was fortunate to have been in two love affairs before I met Gina, one with an ex-wife. That feeling when one first falls in love is wonderful, and it can remain intensely euphoric for up to a year. Gina only experienced it once, with me, and I felt guilty. If we had broken up before marriage, she would have undoubtedly fallen in love with someone else and felt it again. And if our marriage hadn't worked, she would have had the opportunity to feel that magic again. I felt even more guilt about being the only guy she had ever let fuck her. I'm not a guy girls ever chased because of my sex appeal; so I knew that if we just kept on keeping on, Gina would never experience what it felt like to be fucked by a true stud. I think every girl deserves that experience at least once in her life.

So I started the onslaught on Walt that Monday morning. We had just finished preliminary budgeting for offshore equipment for the next year when Walt suggested a break before we started working the stateside numbers. He and I were alone in his office.


"Walt, you know a lot about women. Gina shaved her pussy yesterday and it turned me on tremendously. Do many women shave?"

"More and more, Kirk. I love it too."

"She said she was going to come into my office today to flash me. She seems to want sex more every day."

"Women get there later than men. I love it when they can't get enough."

"I know. That's what worries me. I never could keep up with her and now she wants even more. Now she's going to flash her pussy at work?"

"That's great. Was that what she said? That she was going to flash her pussy?"

"Hell yeah, that's what she said. Or maybe she said cunt-I think she said she was going to flash her cunt. Is she going crazy? She said she would have to take off her panties to flash her cunt. God, she's talking about walking around nude under a skirt."

"I don't think she's crazy. It sounds like fun to me. Shit, why not just enjoy it? I'll bet she has a pretty cunt, doesn't she?"

"I've never seen anything as beautiful."

We got back to work, but I could see an alertness in his eye that told me Gina was coming. His desk was positioned so he could see all the way down the hall, and I was in a chair that only enabled me to see a part of it. I heard her footsteps stop to look in my office, then continue down the hall toward Walt's office. When I finally saw her, she bore no resemblance to a professional sales woman. She looked like a hooker: overdone makeup, an incredibly short skirt, a silk blouse that prominently displayed her erect nipples, and a come-on strut. She smiled as she saw two sets of eyes follow the exaggerated sway of her hips as she gracefully placed one high-heel directly in front of the other. She stopped at Walt's door.

"Are you going to be long honey? If not, I'll wait."

"No, go on back to my office. I'll be there in a few minutes."

I could see Walt out of the corner of my eye as we both watched the same strut from the back. No panty line. She knew we were watching her ass swivel, and she looked back just before she went in my office. She stopped and smiled, and then her hips went into a full rotation followed by two exaggerated pelvic thrusts. Genuine stripper moves.

Walt turned to look at me when she disappeared into my office.

"Will you tell me if she has panties on when you get back after lunch?"

"We're not going anywhere. Hold on, I'll be right back."

I quickly walked to my office.

"Gina," I whispered in her ear, "Walt wants to know if you have panties on. I told him I would find out. I'm going to tell him you don't and that your cunt is dripping wet. I'm going to use exactly those words. I'll need to prove it to him too. Spread your legs."

She moved her feet at least two feet apart, and just as I knew it would be, her cunt was sloppy. I slipped my fuck finger in smoothly and it bottomed out in one thrust. I teased her by sliding slowly in and out a few times, then slid my ring finger in too.

"Oooohhhhh God...... oohhh god".

She was loud and my door was open. I was sure Walt and everybody else in the hall could hear her. I withdrew my fingers and walked back to Walt.

"No panties Walt. Her cunt is dripping wet." I held up my fingers to prove it. "Do you care if we finish after lunch? Gina's in a bad way. So am I."

He stood and stared down the hall, then looked at me. He looked down at the tent in my pants and smiled.

"No, that's fine. Lock your door."

I glanced down as I turned to go back to Gina and I could see he was hard too.

As soon as my door was closed, Gina was at my zipper.

"God you look sexy in that skirt. We could almost see your cunt as you walked." I reached under her skirt and plunged my finger in again.

I continued to finger fuck her with one hand as I removed the minimal clothing she had with the other. She stroked my cock until I stripped her, then she dropped to her knees. I let myself succumb to the selfish pleasure I feel when Gina sucks my cock; and I almost lost it while she licked from my balls to the tip of my slick-with-precum cock. She unfastened my belt and unhooked my trousers as she kissed and licked. When she was able to drop my pants, she slipped my underwear down with them.

"Uuunnngghhh fuck...just imagine that's Walt's cock."

I watched her eyes look up at me as she attacked my cock. After more kissing and licking foreplay than I wanted, during which time her adoring eyes never left mine, she slipped her mouth over the head and began to simultaneously suction and piston my cock in and out. Each bob moved her lips down further on my cock, and it wasn't long before I could feel the head being squeezed as it entered her throat. God, is there any better feeling. She kept watching me, and as I approached my orgasm she began to seriously attempt to swallow my entire cock. When I finally erupted, her lips were mashed against my pubic hair and I could feel her throat muscles squeezing the shaft. My first two spasms sent sperm shooting directly to her stomach, entirely bypassing her taste buds. She pushed me back, I assume to avoid choking, and I sent the remaining geysers all over her face and tits. I heard myself make animalistic grunting sounds as I came, and I wondered if Walt could hear them.

I sank to my knees and Gina fell back. She knew I would reciprocate, and she rushed to position herself so I could eat her. I flattened myself on the floor so I could get at her splayed knees. I watched her eyes, just as she had watched mine, as I kissed and licked and generally teased her gushing cunt. And just as I had done, she tried to get me to go further and faster without saying anything. When I finally got to the real business at hand, she was frantic in her desire to come. My tongue and lips and occasionally gentle teeth continually increased the pace, the pressure, the depth, and the suction in and around her clitoris and her slippery channel. Nibbling, kissing, sucking, flat-tongued rubbing, pointy-tongued target pressure, and general rooting around like some wild animal all added to my pleasure, and I think she liked it a lot too.

"Ooohh god...Walt honey...oohh god.....yes...lick my cunt...lick my clit...ooohh....god....mmm that's it...oohh god.....I'm.....coming...oohh god.....yes...yes.......oooohhh......yes."

She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me tight against her as she came. She was much louder than the few animalistic grunting sounds I made. Her moans and whimpers and sighs and words were all quite audible, and I didn't have any doubt that she was being heard.

My face was slick with her juice, and as soon as she finished I knelt so I could slide my cock in while I kissed her. There was still some come in her mouth and a whole lot of pussy juice in mine, and the exchange of fluid became more complex as we French kissed with careless passion. I looked, fucked, and listened as she let her verbal confession expose her arousal. The fact that Walt was just down the hall increased her excitement level tremendously, so the volume of the sounds of her lust was abnormally high.

"Ooohhhh god honey....ooohhh I've never worn a skirt so short...ooohh god honey fuck me... fuck me hard.... oohh god... I could feel his eyes on me....ooohhh god....honey I think Walt.....ooooohhh god...he wants to... fuck me....oohh god.....oooohhhh that's it.......fuck me.......fuck me Walt honey......ooohhh......oohhhh.....god....I'm....coming.....already.....ooohh god.......oooohhh....... yes....... oohhh god."

The fever of her lust was as high as the volume of her sounds. She had come twice in just a few minutes.

"I think so too...uunnngg shit he was so hard just now...I know he wanted to come in here and fuck you."

Her second orgasm, which had started to wane, hit its second wind, and Gina's contractions reminded me of those women had while giving birth.

"Oooohh god..... ooohhh yessss...... oohhh... they... won't... stop.....ooohhh.. god.....yess..... that's it.... fuck me..... ooohh god.... fuck me..... Walt honey."

In the next half-hour Gina experienced multiple shattering orgasms, and she seemed to roll from one right into the next, especially when I told her it looked like Walt's hard on was huge.

It had been a great first day invasion. Mt. Walt was under siege.

On Tuesday morning, Walt called me into his office. "Kirk, did you know I could hear Gina in your office yesterday?"

"I'm sorry Walt. I wondered. Did anybody complain?" I wasn't sorry. In fact, I wanted him to hear how sexual Gina was, and it was fine if some of my other colleagues knew as well.

"No, but I stayed in my office to work. It was very distracting."

"We won't do it again". If forbidden, I silently added.

"No, I didn't say that. It's your office. Actually, it turned me on to listen to Gina. She's very vocal."

"Amen to that. How much could you hear?" If he had heard everything, I knew we were busted. He would know Gina wanted him to fuck her and that I was going along with it. He must have guessed there were things said in passion that we didn't want him to know. Hell, that's probably true for everybody who's verbal when fucking.

"Don't worry. I couldn't understand anything, but I could sure tell when she came. She must have come 5 or 6 times."

"More than that. And then she came that many again last night and wanted more-more than I could give. And she's coming back again today. We can wait until tonight though if you want us to. Shit, I almost hope you stop us-if her damned shaved pussy didn't drive me wild I'd stop her myself."

"No, let her come. I want to see what she's wearing."

"Me too. I could almost see her pussy when she was walking yesterday. Do you want me to be in your office again at lunch time?"

"Yes. Ask her to sit with us for a second."

He eyed my face as he said it. I wondered if he guessed that I wanted him to fuck my beautiful wife.

I went to his corner office about 11:30 and sat down at his conference table. I had some papers he really did need to review; but when he waved me off, I knew where his mind was. Neither of us said anything and I could peripherally see him as I listened for Gina and stared at that part of the hall I could see. He could see the entire hall, and his entire focus was seemingly there. He made no pretense of working, and he remained quiet and alert for at least ten minutes as we waited. I knew Gina was coming before I saw or heard her-Walt's eyes sparkled.

By the time I saw Gina, she was swinging her ass like a stripper on stage. If anything, her skirt was shorter than yesterday's. Her heels were definitely higher and her white blouse was made of soft cotton that easily molded to the exact contour of her beautiful tits. I could see a slight color difference around her jutting nipples.

"Are you going to be long honey?" Her voice oozed arousal.

"No, not long. Come in and sit down Gina".

Walt answered before I could, and I didn't miss that he was the one to answer to "honey". She came in and Walt indicated that she should sit on the couch along the wall. Because of where I was sitting at the conference table, she was to my left and behind me. Walt was facing both of us so he could easily see her. He asked if there was anything else we needed to cover, and when he saw me shake my head, he pushed the papers he hadn't even glanced at toward me. When I bent down to put them in my briefcase on the floor, I glanced back at Gina.

Her legs were crossed and she was swinging her foot to some unheard beat. The couch was so low that I could see her ass, and it was obvious that the only underwear she could have possibly been wearing would be an ass-crack thong. I looked up at her face to see her looking at Walt. She lowered her lashes, gently smiled, licked her lips, and twirled her hair while she continued to watch him. I knew I had just witnessed a come-on any professional whore would be proud of. It wouldn't be long. Walt would finish with his flavor of the month and then take Gina to the stars.

I was throbbing when I stood. I saw Gina's eyes drop to see if I was, then focus back on Walt. Her eyes remained locked on his while I took a step toward her to help her up. She peripherally saw the hand I offered, and she extended hers for me to grab. I couldn't see under her skirt as she uncrossed her legs to stand, but I knew Walt could. Her knees were spread at least four inches before she scooted forward on the couch and at least twice that just before she stood. I quickly saw her cunt as she scooted, and that quick peek was enough to determine it was wet. I pulled her up, then turned back to Walt.

"I'll look at warranty and maintenance records for each piece of equipment. Maybe we can review them tomorrow."

"Let's do it right before lunch. Gina, are you going to be in the office tomorrow?"

I could see the direction he was looking, and it was definitely well below her eyes.

"No, I won't be in until Monday. Sales Meeting".

I could hear the longing in her voice, and the sadness. Walt couldn't have missed anything so obvious.

He stood up. "Why don't you join us for lunch in my office next Monday then. I'll have something catered."

"Oooh I'd love to". She didn't ask me, glance at me, or think about me. There wasn't the slightest hesitation in accepting his offer. I looked at her eyes and saw where her focal point was.

"It's a date. See you Monday".

I followed the direction of her focus and ended up staring at Walt's cock. He stood behind his desk, but his crotch was well above the level of the desk. Walt was erect and he stood so proudly that it was obvious that he wanted Gina to see it. I'm not sure how long she would have stared if I hadn't tugged her hand. I didn't exactly pull her down the hall to my office, but she was looking back at him most of the time we walked. Just before we entered she stopped.

"Hold it honey. You have something on your pants."

She already had her back to Walt. When she stopped she spread her high-heels at least two feet apart, then she bent at the waist to pluck some imaginary bit of fluff off my cuff. She took her sweet time, and he had a thirty-second window to study my Gina's cunt. After she stood, I pulled her into my office. By the time I had closed and locked the door, Gina was naked.

"Did you see the way he looked at you, Gina? He wants to fuck you".

"Ooohhh god I loved it....get your clothes off and fuck me".

I stripped as fast as I could, pressed her against the door, and plunged in with no foreplay at all. No problem. Her cunt was so wet it was nearly frictionless. Smooth. Hot. Slick. Wet. Tight. And both of us wishing the cock inside it belonged to a man right down the hall.

We knew he was listening to us, and if anything Gina was even louder than the day before.

"Oooohhhh god honey......oohhh yess that's it.....ooohhh did you see his cock?"

"That tent in his pants was something....uuunngg he wants to fuck you Gina. He wants to put his hard cock in your hot cunt."

I was struggling to maintain as she went over the top.

"Ooohh god... I hope so....I showed him... my cunt honey....ooohhh god... I just wanted.... to take all my clothes off.... and attack him...oohhh god he's such.... a hunk....ooohhh god.... fuck me.....oohhh Walt... fuck me....ooohhhh god.... I'm.... there.... ooohh.... God... that... feels good..... ooohhh god...... yes.... ohhh.... yes....oohh.... god..... I'm coming......ooohhh......yesss......yes."

I had a feeling Walt would be able to hear his own name while Gina spasmed and I knew it would be an even greater incentive for Walt to dump his current flavor.

We kept it up in my office even longer than on Monday, and Gina was still at full throttle when I called uncle. That night, as I fucked her, we talked about the next Monday.

"What are you going to wear Monday?"

"Ooohhh god I don't know....oohhh what would he like?"

"I guess that's my job...uunngg fuck your cunt is so hot....I'll ask him what turns him on."

The next day, during a temporary break in his office, I didn't have to bring up the subject.

"Gina's hot, Kirk. She looks hot and she sounds hot".

"Hot? Shit, she's always ready and she's insatiable. Hot doesn't go far enough."

"You know I saw her pussy yesterday, don't you? You were right-it is beautiful."

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It was all she could talk about. She kept saying 'Walt saw my cunt' over and over. She wore me out in my office yesterday and then again last night. She loved teasing you and she saw that it made you hard. I heard about it all night."

"Do you think she'll want to tease me more on Monday?"

"It's all she can talk about. She wants to know what she should wear to turn you on again."

"What she wore worked great. Hell, I think anything would work great. I've got an idea-why don't you ask her if she'll put on a private fashion show for us?"

"I know she will. Any requests? "

"No, let her pick".

I told her that night. Naturally, the setting had to be perfect. She'd been pestering me since we got home, but when we went to bed and I, her surrogate Walt, had fucked her close to orgasm, I finally told her.

"I did talk to Walt today Gina...uunngg damn it was so hot...he wants you to put on a fashion show for us."

"Ooohh god honey...what kind of fashion show?"

She looked at me when she said it. Her eyes and her voice both conveyed a hunger, a yearning for me to confirm Walt's interest. I thrust harder, faster, deeper.

"He said it was up to you...uunngg shit you feel tight tonight...I think you should model lingerie."

She closed her eyes and I knew she was imagining his eyes and hands and cock on her. She was slipping closer and closer to orgasm while I pinched and squeezed her tits. I bent down to suck one of her nipples when she jerked away and her eyes popped wide open.

"How am I going to change, honey....oooohhh god... oohh... Walt's going to see me nude...oohhh god... yes... suck my tits...yes that's it... fuck me hard Walt honey...oohh god... there isn't even anything to stand behind."

I hadn't thought of it, but she was right. The only way she could model different things was to change right in front of us. The thought sent a jolt to my cock, and the image of Walt seeing all of my Gina was a pleasure surge that almost sent me over the hill.

"You're right...uunngh damn he's going to see your tits and your cunt a lot. I want you to strip naked each time...uunngghh you look so hot...he'll see how wet you are... don't put anything on until you take everything off."

I was balancing on the edge of orgasm, a state I love to prolong. Gina doesn't prolong it because she can get back to it so quickly and so often. She succumbed to her body and let her orgasm flow over her.

"Ooohhh god.... I want... him.... to see...oohh damn honey... I want... to spread... my cunt.... right in... front of him...ooohh god... yes... ooohhh god.... that feels... so... good...oohh yes.... fuck me... Walt honey....keep fucking.... me.... while... I... come...oohh god.... yes...yes.....mmmm god...oohhh yes."

I continued to stroke as her orgasm milked my cock but I didn't say anything until she was finished. I don't know how I kept from coming.

"It will feel even better when he really fucks you...uuunnngghh imagine how his long fat cock will feel inside you."

I stroked with long, slow, fully penetrating smoothness. My personal game of brinkmanship left me perpetually in peril, especially since Gina's cunt was so active. The reward was worth it for both of us-Gina was able to ride through more orgasms and mine were more intense.

"Ooohhh god honey... he really is going to fuck me.... isn't he?"

"Yes...uunngghh shit he's going to fuck you...uunngghh shit he's going to fuck you again and again....uunngghh I'm sorry...uunngg fuck I'm coming...uuunngghh....uuunnnggghh."

"Ooohh god.... ooohhh Walt honey... oohhh god yes....yessss...ooohhh god yess....oohh I.... can't stop...ooohh god.... fuck me Walt honey...ooohh god yes...ooohhh god."

The closer we moved toward fantasy becoming reality, the more it excited us. We fucked more, with greater passion and pleasure, and our arousal rested unswervingly on our goal. The summit of Mt. Walt was in sight.

While I slept, Gina had another idea. I asked Walt about it the next day while we were at lunch.

"Gina said she would love to model for us Monday."

"Great. I've got food coming in the morning. I thought she could model first, then we'll eat. If she would start at noon, that would be great".

"I'll tell her. She had an idea she wanted me to pass on. She sent one of our catalogues with me. She thought you could look through it to see if there were any clothes you particularly liked, then she could model them. She has access to everything in stock."

I took the catalogue from my briefcase and handed it to him.

"Great. I'll look it over tonight and circle the ones I like."

He brought it in to my office on Thursday. I took it home and we looked at the stuff he circled together while we fucked. There were a couple of dresses, a couple of skirt/blouse combinations, and the rest was lingerie. Two of the panty/bra sets were totally sheer. As the summit of Mt. Walt loomed ever closer, our continuous arousal was at an all time high. It seemed like a month between that Thursday night and Monday at noon. Although the time passed slowly, it was exquisite torture-especially since we fucked every chance we got.

It was only 11:30 when Gina rolled her suitcase containing her fashion show to my office door. She couldn't wait for noon.

"Is Walt's door closed?" She was standing at my door and she responded by nodding yes. "I think he's still in a meeting Gina."

"Ooohh god honey I can't think about anything else. Sorry I'm early."

I picked up the phone and dialed Walt's extension. "Gina's here Walt. We're ready when you are finished."

"Ok". He didn't hang up so I didn't either. "We'll finish this afternoon. Be back in my office at 1:30." I overheard his directions and could hear papers and briefcases and some talk in the background. I watched Gina as I waited. She was wearing one of the dresses he selected. It was a micro-length, low-cut, button-up-the-front, very light colored, silky thin wet dream. She obviously didn't have on any underwear and she had unbuttoned two buttons on the top and one on the bottom. I could see her aureole, and my cock was stiffening because I knew this was one of the least revealing outfits she had in her bag. She had on a pair of back-seam thigh-highs and 4-inch spike heels. Her fingernails, toenails, and lips were all shining red, and she had obviously chosen her accessories to match because her belt, choker, and heels were the same candy-apple red she had painted on. It might sound like she overdid the color of passion, but I had never seen her look more desirable.

I continued to listen on the phone to the bustle in his office as I enjoyed the scenic view of my lovely wife. The anticipation of seeing Gina nude in front of Walt had me rock hard, and I was beginning to get impatient before Walt finally said, "Come on in."

I held Gina's hands and looked in her eyes. I put my mouth up to her ear and whispered, "This is what we've been waiting for. Be a slut for Walt." Her moan left no doubt she would.

As soon as we were inside his office, I heard, "Lock the door".

Walt was generally polite, but his request to lock the door sounded nearly militaristic-not so much a request as an order. He walked to the couch and sat down, then gestured to me that I should do the same.

"Gina, I want you to be serious. Present each item as if you were in a real fashion show."

It was a side of my boss I'd never seen. He sounded authoritative and demanding. I suspected it was his typical seduction mode.

"I'll try. I'm not a model."

"You've seen a lot of them. And you should be. What is this you have on?"

It was my turn. I was to be the announcer, as Gina and I planned.

"Gina is wearing a creamy sundress by Versace. The rayon/cotton combination is hand washable and dries wrinkle-free on cool cycle. It is perfect for those casual dates when you don't know what he might have planned, and the mini-skirt length and revealing v-cut bodice may give him a reason to change his plans."

I read from the catalogue as she walked, stopped to pose, spun around in front of us, and then repeated her movements. I looked down to read, but Walt's attention was totally focused. When I finished reading, I looked up to see Gina smiling at him.

"Put the slinky black one on Gina".

"Whatever you want, Walt honey. Whatever you want."

Her eyes locked on his as she spoke. They radiated desire, adulation, and arousal. Her voice had the lower pitch and throaty resonance associated with sexual stimulation, and in fact every one of Gina's arousal buttons was activated-she was breathing fast, her skin was redder, her nipples were erect, and I knew we were very close to seeing how wet her pussy was.

She stood less than three feet from the couch while she unfastened and removed her belt, then unbuttoned her dress and stripped it off. She stood motionless so we could digest her firm tits, her tight, flat abdomen, her chalk-sized erect nipples, and her shaved cunt. Wetness surrounded her slit and her clit was poking its way through it. She let us gaze for at least half a minute, then backed up a few steps to pull a chair out from the table. She turned the chair around so she could sit facing us. She lifted one leg and crossed it so her ankle rested on her knee. Walt was seeing the same cunt I was: it was baby-bottom smooth and wet around the entire genital area. Her pussy lips were swollen and red, her clitoris was already unsheathed, and I could see her gently humping the chair. She removed a shoe and a stocking, then crossed her other ankle to remove them from the other leg. She was naked, naked, naked.

I spoke. "You'll have to find it Gina." I placed the suitcase containing all the clothes he selected on the couch between us and laid it open.

She walked over to the couch. Her face and tits and, my god, her shaved cunt were within a foot of Walt as she collected her things. She went back to the chair, sat down, and put on her garter, stockings, and shoes while keeping her legs spread as far as possible. She stood, stepped into her dress, slipped her arms through the spaghetti straps, and then walked back to the couch.

"Will you zip it up for me, Walt honey?"

She stood facing him as she said it. He waited for just a second, probably expecting her to turn around, then he spread his legs and grabbed her ass to pull her closer. His left hand remained on her ass as he zipped her up.

"You smell great Gina".

I could smell her cunt and I was on the other end of the couch.

Thank you, Walt. You do too". She bent her head down to smell his hair. His hands explored her ass for a few more seconds before he spun her around and gently pushed her away. He looked at me for the first time since we walked in his office. I just smiled.

She posed, strutted, postured, smiled, spun, profiled, and generally presented herself like a professional model, and she did all of it within a foot or two of one of us. The visual stimulation and the smell of her cunt kept me as hard as I can get.

I watched her eyes-they never left Walt. They moved up to look at his face, then down to look at his cock. It appeared that she was enjoying everything in between as well, and the smile on her face radiated some impossible-to-miss signals: pleasure, arousal, and clearest of all, adoration. She had him on a pedestal, and poor Walt wasn't dumb. He knew she was his for the taking, but I was there. It was my turn to clarify the situation.

"Walt, Gina wants to do more than tease you."

I stood, gently grabbed her arm and pulled her to me. I spun her so she faced Walt and I was behind her. I unzipped and removed her dress before I caressed her tits. My first touch brought a soulful moan, and as I continued to feel her up, her moans became longer and louder. When I first touched her cunt, she came.

"Ooohhh god... honey.... ooohh... yes.... oohh god."

I knew he could see her passion as I continued to finger fuck her until she was ready to come again. The fashion show was over. I looked at him.

"Make her happy Walt". I gently pushed her toward him at the same time he reached his hand up. She reached for his hand and walked between his legs. He was still seated, and he reached behind her to grab her ass exactly as he had done when he zipped up the dress. He kissed her stomach first as he kneaded her ass.

"Ooohh god Walt honey...ooohh god." I'd heard the phrase many times before when I was the one she was saying it to. This time I wasn't. She put her hands on his cheeks and gently pressured his head toward her tits.

He lifted his head and immediately began sucking her nipple. His touch was gentle and light, but Gina wanted forceful and hard. She pulled his head hard onto her tit and moved her shoulders and back vigorously to try to get him to attack. He wasn't buying it. He stopped and turned toward me.

"Wait for Gina in your office."

I stood and left. As I walked down the hall, I heard him lock the door again. I didn't really think he would let me watch him fuck her, but I hoped he would. My disappointment was insignificant in comparison to the elation I felt-Walt was going to fuck my Gina.

Now it was my turn to listen to Gina. Walt had listened as she had multiple orgasms in my office, now I listened while she had multiple orgasms in his office. The major difference was that when she was in my office, we both wanted her to be in his office, and now she was exactly where we both wanted her to be-with the man we both wanted to fuck her. I listened intently and Walt was right. I could tell easily when she came, but individual words were nearly indistinguishable. I could occasionally hear her cry out 'Walt', but probably only because I was focusing my ears to hear it. After nearly an hour, Gina's silence finally indicated they were finished.

I heard Gina coming down the hall, and when I saw her, she was a mess. She paused at the door while I gathered clues. I didn't have to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce she'd been fucked. She didn't have one hair in place, her makeup was all over her face, and the 'slinky black one' was barely on. Her thighs were wet, especially the inside, and she had a small hickey on her neck.

When she finally walked into my office Walt was right behind her. He looked like a million bucks-ready for his meeting.

"I've asked Gina to have dinner with me after work." He had his hands on her stomach as he stood behind her. "I know you have an appointment with a vendor, don't you?"

Maybe he was just giving me a face-saving way to let her be alone with him, but I didn't have an appointment with a vendor.

"No, I don't have an appointment. But you are welcome to take her to dinner. Let's be honest. You just fucked her and you want to fuck her again. You can. I'll make sure she's ready when you come to pick her up. What time are you going to dinner?"

I detected both surprise and respect in Walt's eyes while I spoke.

"Ok. I like honesty too. Gina's the best fuck I've ever had." His hands moved up to feel her tits as he spoke. "I'm going to fuck her a lot."

I heard her moan when he first touched her tits, and she smiled at me triumphantly. Mt. Walt had been conquered.

"She's yours whenever you want her." She moaned even louder as I said it. "Maybe two of us can satisfy her."

He lifted the hem of her dress and spread the cum leaking from her all around her cunt, then inserted two fingers.

"You have to wear a rubber. The only cock that can be skin-to-skin inside Gina's cunt is mine and the only cum that can fill her tight little pussy is mine."

I had never fucked my own wife with a rubber. I wasn't about to start now. He was my boss, not my commanding officer.

"Look Walt. She has wanted you to fuck her for a long time and she wants you to continue to fuck her as much as you want. I want it too. It's exciting for both of us, but I'm going to fuck my wife in the same way I always have. No rubbers".

His eyes were cold with a glare I'd never seen, but he finally relented when I returned his stare with one of indifference. His fingers continued to play in and around Gina's cunt.

"We all need to be checked. I shouldn't have come inside her until then, but once we're certified, I guess it won't hurt. I've never been inside a cunt that had anybody else's come in it."

"I haven't either, but as soon as your meeting starts again I'm going to."

It was almost 1:30 and I heard people in the hall walking toward his office. I don't think he wanted to leave, but he finally withdrew his fingers and inserted them in Gina's mouth. She moaned as she licked them clean.

"I'll be by for her at 7:00. Gina, wear this dress and nothing else".

He turned, opened the door, and left. I rushed across the room while unfastening my belt and releasing the catch in my trousers. By the time I got to her, my zipper was down and I was pushing my pants and boxers toward my knees. My cock was bouncing in synchronization with my pulse, which was racing. I grabbed her hand and spun her around as I passed her, then pulled her toward me as I sat on my own office couch.

She put her knees on the couch while straddling me, then lowered herself onto my throbbing cock. I've still never felt anything as stimulating as when I slid into her cum-filled cunt for the first time. It was fortunate she was so lubricated and loose, otherwise I would have exploded from the squeeze I normally get from her tight pussy. There is a pleasure center in the brain, and I swear every nerve ending it has was fully activated. I looked down to see her shaved pussy and saw his come leaking out around my cock and over her clit. Gina was fucking me as I surrendered to my cock. I decided that, just this once, it wasn't worth it to fight to stay on the brink of orgasm. The waves crashed over me with tremendous force, and even when it wasn't at its most intense, the pleasure was paralyzing. I added my semen to Walt's and her cunt overflowed.

She still hadn't said a word to me since I left her in Walt's office. My erection was fully stiff again before I said anything to her.

"Walt said you were the best he'd ever fucked. How was he?"

"Ooohh god honey...ooohh god I never knew it could feel so good...his cock is huge and I couldn't quit coming....ooohhh god honey I'm sorry but I can't feel you very much after his cock."

Hell, I don't know why. It gave me a rush to know he fucked her better than I could. Such a rush that I couldn't hold back again. I lost control twice in a ten minute period. The control I cultivated and mastered and proudly displayed every time I fucked for the last ten years, the control to maintain myself on the verge of orgasm for prolonged periods, the control I enjoyed so thoroughly-yes, that control. The circumstances disabled it.

"Uuunnngghh shit....uuunngg I'm glad he can fuck you better than I can....uuunnngg I can feel his come in you...uuunnngg shit...there I go again Gina...uunnnggg."

It was, as I said, a magical time. I was happy-more than happy, I was euphoric. I walked with a spring in my step and a smile on my face that wouldn't fade. Gina was radiant, and the healthy glow of a finally sexually satiated woman made being with her a constant pleasure. And perhaps Walt was the most pleasantly surprised by it all. As experienced as he was, Gina was an eye-opener. She gleefully took everything he could give and still wanted more. Fortunately, I was man enough to add the amount Walt couldn't give her and finally satisfy her urge completely.

I'm sure everybody at work thought I was putting on a brave face. It was common knowledge that Walt was dating my wife, and there were many attempts to commiserate with me. I received sympathy I didn't want and which I expressly rejected, but nobody could believe I was happy that Walt was fucking my wife. And they really couldn't believe that I was happy she was in love with him.

They dated openly and, at my insistence, she wore more overtly sexual clothing than anyone he'd ever dated. Her exhibitionism must have triggered a latent voyeurism in Walt because his desire grew as Gina's displays became ever more flagrant. It was exceedingly rare when I fucked her without entering through Walt's lubricating cream, and the stories she told about both her exhibitionism and his response to it exacerbated my arousal.

He was a stallion, and he frequently filled her with his come three or four times on a date. She loved the taste of his come-'it's much sweeter than yours'-and she loved the feel of it in her cunt-'He spurts at least three times as much come as you do'. She spent the night at his house several times per week and she set up a wardrobe and bathroom there so she could go directly to work with him.

They had been together about six weeks when they came into my office holding hands. Walt got right to the point.

"Gina's pregnant".

I got up and rushed over to her. I looked her in the eye, then gently caressed her cheeks as I lightly kissed her.

"Congratulations. I'm thrilled. We've been wanting a child since we got married."

"We don't know who the father is."

"Does it matter?"

I looked at Walt and noticed Gina did too. I wasn't sure it was unimportant to him. I took ownership immediately.

"Our child will be raised in a loving, caring home. We are a ****** that is going to grow by one."

If I was going to lose Gina, that was the moment. Walt thought, then didn't say anything. He didn't want a ******. From that point on, I knew he would move on to someone new. It was more than four months later when Gina came home crying and I knew it was over.

Well, it was over but it wasn't. Walt always gave a tremendously sensitive parting gift when he moved on, and his gift to us couldn't have been more sensitive-or sensual. He knew I wanted to watch him fuck Gina on that very first day in his office, and Gina divulged to him most of the personal and private conversations we'd had when planning our assault on Mt. Walt. During the time they dated, Gina mentioned several times that I had asked if he would let me watch him fuck her, so Walt's gift to us was...

Gina was naked on our couch in our living room and Walt was licking and kissing and sucking and loving her cunt with his mouth. She was just beginning to show a bump in her belly, barely noticeable at nearly five months. The moans and sighs I knew so well escalated in a familiar pattern, and her impending climax was just the first of many I hoped to witness.

I was in the chair I had moved very close to the couch, and I was hard as steel. I loved being able to see her as an observer, and her eyes occasionally locked with mine. There wasn't much focus in them, and they either had a vacant stare or were closed most of the time. He was rolling her nipples while he ate her, and when she exploded he pinched them hard.

"Ooohh god.... yes...ooohhh god... Walt honey...ooohh god... I'll miss... your.... tongue...oohhh god... pinch them.... hard honey...ooohh...yes... mmm... yes...yes ...oohh god."

Her voice resonated with an arousal I could hear and her body resonated with an intense pleasure I could see. He was the master of the instrument he played, and Gina was the instrument that produced the sexy sounds, sights, and smells. Walt pushed his face forcefully into her cunt while she came, but gently moved up the couch to kiss her when she was finished. His face was wet with her juices, and she kissed and licked his face until it was all lapped up. I knew why: she tastes great.

Walt was still on his knees on the carpet, and still fully dressed. Gina sat up, then slid to her knees so she faced him. He continued to kiss her while she untied his tie and removed it, unbuttoned his shirt, unfastened his belt, and unhooked his pants. She couldn't undress him completely while he was on his knees, so she brought her hands to his face and gently pushed him away. She helped him sit on the couch, then bent to remove his shoes and socks. He helped by taking off his shirt, and finally she slipped his pants and boxers off when he raised his ass. He was as naked as Gina and she immediately cupped his balls and gently stroked his magnificent cock.

No wonder women loved him. His body was Adonis-like in every respect, but his cock had to descend from a more important god-perhaps Zeus himself. It was long, it was thick, it was smooth, it was circumcised, it was perfectly symmetric with just a little bow, and it was throbbing. The head was slightly larger and darker than the shaft, and it was oozing precum. The most striking feature was that he was shaved as smooth as Gina. She'd never mentioned it to me, and it was something I'd never seen.

His cock pulsed as she gently stroked it, then she bent down to lick it. She ran her tongue from his huge, tight ball sack all the way to the head. She stopped momentarily to savor the taste of the slippery fluid coating the head, then opened wide to slide her mouth over the bulge. Her eyes never left his, and although it appeared painful to have her mouth stretched so far, I could easily see how much she idolized him. I watched her head begin to bob and her cheeks begin to hollow from the suction she was applying. She breathed exclusively through her nose as she bobbed further and further down his shaft. I saw him lift his ass off the couch when his head first entered her throat, and I knew just how he felt. You couldn't help yourself-you just wanted it further down her throat.

I couldn't believe she was going to try to get all of it in, but within fifteen or twenty strokes she had her nose against the smooth skin of his pubic bone. I watched her throat muscles move during the few seconds she left him as deep as he could get, and his groan signaled his release. She pulled back so only the head of his gigantic cock was still in her mouth, and I watched her throat muscles struggle to swallow everything. It was impossible, and come dribbled out the side of her mouth and down his cock.

She looked up at him the entire time he came and continued to do so while she licked the spilled semen off his softening cock. When he was clean, she stood and kissed him. He was still seated and she only had to bend slightly to match her lips to his. I watched their tongues intertwine as his hands found her tits again. I was throbbing and the control I was so proud of was being severely tested.

He continued to kiss her while moving his hands to her ass. He spread his legs so she could move her body against his, then he lifted her knee to place it beside him on the couch. She understood immediately, and brought her other knee up as he leaned back. I watched her rub her shaved cunt against his shaved cock until he regained his erection. They continued to kiss with tremendous passion as I continued to fight for control of mine. I unzipped and unfastened my trousers, then hooked my thumbs under both my boxers and my trousers to slip them down. At least the friction of the cloth on my cock was removed.

And then it happened. My fantasies centered on this act for years, and nearly eight months after that first night when I broached the subject of another man to Gina, I saw her mount Walt. The possessor of a cock worthy of a true stud entered her tight cunt. Furthermore, the owner of this cock wasn't just any man; he was a man she loved. He was my boss. And he was almost assuredly the father of the child growing in her womb.

I could only see her face in profile when she turned to look back at me, but I could hear perfectly. The sounds she made while they kissed and she rode his cock were unmistakably the sounds of arousal, and I even heard an occasional groan from Walt. She stopped kissing and pushed herself into a sitting position. She left her hands on his perfectly smooth chest, and he put his hands on her perfect tits. Their eyes locked onto each other, and as she rode his cock her words came out on the slow upstroke, her moans and groans on the faster downstroke.

"Ooohhh god... mmm... ooohhh Walt honey... aahh... that feels so good... mmm... fuck me... mmm... fuck me... nnn... fuck me... ooohh... ooohh god... mmm... I love your cock..."

I watched his hands cup her tits and noted that his rhythmic squeezing matched her strokes. She had her knees positioned perfectly to slide the entire length of his cock when she raised and lowered her hips. I was amazed at how far she could raise without disengaging his cock. Gina mentioned one night while I fucked her that she had measured his cock-an activity that, by the way, Walt said was typical of all his dates. She was getting all nine inches with each glide; and its 71/2-inch circumference exerted enough force, despite her slick wetness, to drag her pussy lips out each time her hips rose.

My positioning was also perfect: I was slightly to the side, but mainly behind her. My cock was in the lift off position, and the slightest touch was sure to trigger ignition. I was sorely tempted to touch it just to see if I could maintain control if I did. I didn't because I was fairly certain I couldn't. I let my senses control me-it was as if I turned conscious thought off, and my senses of sight, sound, smell and, vicariously, touch permeated my being.

Their eyes remained on each other as their arousal escalated in tandem. His hands moved from her tits to her ass, and he used the strength in his arms to control the speed, the height, and the frequency of her motion up and down his tremendous cock. He also began to match her hip motions with his own, and as she dropped down, he thrust up. The longer they fucked, the more violent this collision between her downthrust and his upthrust became. It shook her tits, it rippled the muscles and tissue of her ass, and it got louder. I could tell he was nearing his climax: he moved his hands to the junction between her thighs and hips and began to thrust upward at a rapid rate.

Walt's eyes that had focused so intently on my wife glazed as his pleasure centered on the sense of feeling in his cock. His involuntary grunts and groans accompanied Gina's disjointed words, and their excitement was directly proportional to the unintelligibility of the sounds they made. My excitement followed theirs, and I knew I was going to have a simultaneous orgasm. Although only a spectator while they fucked, I would be a participant at the climax. I was just waiting for them-the slightest touch to my hair trigger would shoot my gun.

"Ooohhh... god... ooohhhh... Walt... mmmm....fuck me... ooohhh god... nnngg... ooohhh.... that... feels...so good... ooohh... god... fill me... mmm... fuck me... ooohhh.... I'm... I'm... coming... ooohhh... god... yes... yes... ooohhh... god... fuck me.... ooohhh god.... oohhh god... yes..."

I could see the spasms in the tube just under his balls, so I knew she was being injected with his come while he came. I watched until the peak intensity of their orgasms had waned, then I just barely squeezed my own cock and the geyser erupted. The contractions were so powerful some of my come reached eye level, and my own groan must have caused Gina to turn around. I barely noticed her watching my orgasm and I didn't care if Walt was watching. Every fiber of my being was concentrating on my cock, and I know I've never had a more powerful orgasm.

Gina disengaged from Walt and stepped over to me. She whispered in my ear.

"Should we tell him about the sonogram?" I nodded yes.

"Walt honey, we had a doctor's appointment today. The sonogram showed I was going to have a boy."

I watched his face. He smiled. I think he knew it was his-hell, Gina and I had been fucking without birth control for ten years with no success, and six weeks after he first fucked her she was pregnant. He provided a gift I was unable to give, plus he had just fulfilled a fantasy that had dominated my imagination for many years.

I looked at Gina when I said it. I hadn't yet run it past her.

"We're going to name him Walt."

She glowed as her smile and her eyes told me she liked it. She was happy with my announcement, but Walt was almost giddy. His persona didn't include giddiness as a character condition, but it did that day.

They kissed and said their final good-byes. Walt made it clear that their affair was over. He said he never went back, only forward, and that he had a date with someone else tomorrow. I just sat and listened while he talked. He thanked us for a wonderful experience, one he would never forget, and hoped we would be happy as parents. He talked for ten or fifteen minutes about the fun he and Gina had, then he stood, got dressed and left.

He wasn't gone fifteen seconds before I was fucking her. My cock had remained embarrassingly hard while Gina and Walt had kissed as he made his farewell speech, and Gina was expecting my assault. It was a fuck filled with my lust, but it was also a fuck filled with sadness. Just as the memory of one's first fuck is indelibly inscribed, one's first adultery is usually a milestone memory. Fortunately, both her first fuck and her first adultery evoke pleasurable memories; and in Gina's case it was the adultery that was the most intense experience-for both of us.

She is head-over-heels in love with Walt, but I'm sure she knows it is over. We will have a true ****** when Walt is born, so we have that. We also have the memories. I know it will take a while for Gina to recover, but there is no doubt in my mind that she will remember the entire experience with great fondness.

The white-hot brilliance she and Walt shared for so long was a dull ache in Gina's heart, but her raw sexuality made her respond to my cock. I held her hands above her head and pistoned with forceful thrusts, then looked into her eyes.

"Did you ever wonder..... mmmm you still have the tightest pussy.... what another man would feel like?"