My wife of 14 years and two daughters is a lovely Irish girl, naïve and sexy beyond her realization.

She has dirty blond hair and beautiful Irish eyes. She has perfect breasts and beautiful smooth Irish skin.

She was a virgin when I married her and she never had know another man than me until it happened.

Her step father called her "succulent" when she complained about bug bites. She told me her Gyno told her she had a "beautiful" pussy. I guess he wanted to fuck her but she was to naïve to understand the reason for the less than professional language.

My friend since middle school lusted for her. She didn't realize it. they were just a very good friend, he and his wife. I knew what he was thinking on those occasions that he would steal a feel of her ass or her tits, helping her in the boat after a skiing session. The teasing that went on every night at the cabin in the mountains with the lake. Just innocent adult fun? I was not sure I just knew his wife seemed to be perfectly comfortable with his constant teasing of my naïve wife with his comments containing sexual connotations. My wife never knew. She remained the constant sexy innocent and most desirable fuck in our social circles.

The cabin. His wife and I down to the little town for groceries, a two hour jaunt at the very least. My wife and him, with his constant erection pushing out thru his shorts, as my wife and I had actually discussed. She wanted me to guess it's size. I flirted with her imagination by telling her that I was sure, from not only his constant bulge but from actually seeing him naked in the shower for brief moments, that he had to be at least eight or nine inches when fully erect. I knew that fascinated her though she pretended to have little interest.

I gave it all a lot of thought over time and decided that I was sexually aroused by the idea and would allow it to happen under the right circumstances as long as she went along with it.

We returned from the grocery. She was reserved, red faced and not all together. I just knew he had fucked her. I got hard thinking about it. I envisioned her on her back on the one bed in the two bed room we two couples shared. I imagined him on top of her. maybe resisting a little but slowly succumbing to his growing control over her body with exploring fingers and mouth, knowing he had her to himself for at least two hours.

They went to bed. My wife and I retired to the front porch and the swing for one more drink. A little cuddling and a few kisses and I asked. "Did you fuck him?" She was shocked in a theatrical way. Speechless and then stuttering and then angry and then surrender."I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen". I kissed her knowing his lips had been there just an hour a go. My erection grew. I pretended anger and insisted on details. She, unfortunately does not possess the gift of gab and was unable to describe the juicy details I wanted. She did have the presence of mind to realize that I was very much arouse by it all and it was her turn to be angry. I was supposed to be the angry protecting husband. She accused me of being a part of the plot to seduce her. I took the path of least resistance and began to feel her up and suck at her chest and tits. She succumbed to my advances and the whole thing became a sex fest.

I know she was at least a little aroused by the idea of sharing her sexual adventure with her hubby and was not doubt reliving the sensations of the that first moment when that strange penis entered her, filling her like she had never been filed before. He was, after all, at least twice my girth and half again as long.

Long story short, in the very first moment they had in privy again she told him that I was aware of what had happened.

I am sure he took that information and considered the possibility that since I had not so much as raised my voice to him, I approved. He had an open field.

It was during the progress of the relation ship between all four of us that very evening that I realized that his wife was in on the seduction. It seemed that it may have very well been a hobby of theirs, seducing fresh naïve pussies, maybe cocks.

Full bellies, lights turned down, second and third strong drinks in hand. Me on the sofa with his wife, chatting. He and my wife sharing the carpet in front of us. I don't remember the details or exactly what was said or how the pattern evolved. I just know there was teasing and touching and egging on by his wife and me as the two of them entangled themselves in pretend wrestling and pretend removal of clothes. My wife in a thigh length sun dress and he in his shorts left little to deal with.

I remember the shock of feeling her hand on my thigh. It was first a pat and a sort of consoling gesture between two comrades. It became sexual when her fingertips touched my erection thru the material of my shorts and stayed there. I sort of went blind and failed to see the progress my friend was making with my sexy wife.

I heard and felt the zipper coming down. I leaned back and closed my eyes, and covered my ears with my arms over my head. See no evil, do no evil, hear no evil. When I did peak, cause by the sudden absence of her now caressing fingers, sliding up and down my shaft, I realized his wife, had abruptly gone to the wall and dimmed the lights to the point where it was near dark in the room. I took the time to peer thru the darkness to where my wife was now on her back, her sundress pulled to her waist and him laying beside her, his back to me and with his hand, as it appeared to be, between her legs.

I was terribly embarrassed that someone would catch me leering at my own wife being fondled by another man. My anxiousness was relieved by the return of his wife and her immediate attention to my now painful erection.

I heard the shifting of bodies. I felt the smoothness of her female finger massaging my cock. I almost passed out when her fingers were replaced with her wet hot lips and her mouth taking me in.

At the same time the noise. The noise of fucking. He was in her and fucking her, my wife. I pumped my hips into my cocksucker's face in sync with the sounds of her, my sweet naïve wife, getting thoroughly fucked. Thorough I knew because I had never herd the sounds she was making before. I exploded, one, two, times as she sucked me dry. She, my wife, exploded in a shuddering surrender to a whole new measure of sexual pleasure. He exploded in a deep and thrusting fulfillment of his newest conquest of innocent pussy. Our new life had begun.