A Wife Seduced... Again

It's been a year since we were all together for Ron's 50th birthday. Things have been going really well between Carol and I. Neither of us ever talked about what, if anything, that I saw. I don't know if she knows or suspects that I watched and did nothing or if she thinks that she got away with a slightly drunken escapade. Since neither of the other husbands have ever indicated that they know anything, I am pretty certain that Martha and Kate have kept the story between the girls.

Kate and Alex are off on a Caribbean Cruise for the next week, but Martha and Carol decided that we should get together for Ron's 51st. Knowing that Ron and I are golf whores, they chose a course not too far from us to play a round as a foursome. I've never played at Clock Hill Country Club, but the reviews are great and say that it is a beautiful course that is spread out over a large area. No two fairways are in sight of each other, with long cart rides between holes. It should be a fun course to try.

Carol and I arrived just as Ron was parking his Jeep. As he stepped out, we notice that he was alone. He approached our truck and said, "I'm sorry, guys. Martha's not going to make it. Our daughter has been sick all week and this morning Martha can't get off of the toilet. Those two have no immune systems and catch every bug that goes around."

Another car had pulled in as he was talking and Carol's eyes went wide as she saw who stepped out of the car and started to make his way over to us. He walked right over to me with his hand extended. "Good morning, Don. It's good to see you again."

"I hope you don't mind. My brother-in-law, Andre was in town and I asked him if he wanted to join us and take Martha's spot. Is that okay? Do you guys remember Andre from my party last year?"

"Oh! I, um, ahh...," stammered Carol. She was visibly surprised and stressed by this revelation and didn't know how to respond.

"Hey, Andre. No, Ron, it's no problem, Buddy. It's your birthday. You can invite whomever you want."

"Great! Thank you. Let's head into the pro shop and get this party on the course."

Carol and I were first to the counter in the pro shop. We paid and grabbed a cart key and headed out to get our clubs. A couple of minutes later, Andre pulled up in a cart by himself and loaded his own clubs on the back.

"What did you do with Ron?"

"We were paying for the round and he was standing behind me when he said, 'Oh, crap!' then he rushed off towards the bathroom. It's been a hot minute. I hope he's okay."

About 5 minutes later, Ron came out of the club house looking worse for wear. "I'm sorry, Guys. I thought I escaped this one, but I think my family shared whatever has been making them sick this week. There is no way I want to be out there swinging clubs. I'm going to have to bail out."

"Damn, Ron. That's a sucky way to spend your birthday! I'm sorry this happened to you. Have a safe ride home and good luck."

As Ron walked away towards his Jeep, Andre said, "You know, Carol, I never gave you a proper 'Hello'." He held his arms wide as he stepped closer to her. She was a little sheepish and shy, at first, but she graciously leaned in for a hug and a kiss on her cheek. The hug was a little deeper and a little longer than one would normally give for a greeting and the corners of Carol's mouth turned up a little by the end. She seemed to breathe in deeply through her nose as she took in the scent of his musk and manliness. Andre finally released her and had a gleam in his eye as he said, "Do you guys mind if we go out there and play as a threesome? We've already paid, after all, and I'd hate to miss a round of golf on a beautiful day with such beautiful people. Afterwards, I'll even spring for the Fireball shots." Carol flinched a little.

"Not at all. Let's do this."

We were next on the schedule, so we pulled up and got ready to tee off. As the gentlemen that we were, we had Carol tee off first. "Gee, Carol. That driver looks like such a big shaft in your little hands. Let's see how you handle something so massive," Andre said, making her blush and shake her head a little as she got ready to swing. And we were off.

Over the next several holes, there were a variety of comments and flirts. Some were subtle, some not so much. At each one, Carol relaxed more and smiled more and began to respond in kind. It was a little uncomfortable seeing how she reacted to him, but Andre has a way about him that gets everyone to like him and give him a lot of latitude. It's not very often that a husband will let another man flirt and make comments with sexual connotations to his wife, but with Andre, it didn't seem like a huge deal and certainly didn't seem like anything to start trouble over. I liked seeing the twinkle that grew in Carol's eyes and the glow of her smiling cheeks.

On the green of the 8th hole, Carol was trying to line up her putt and as she was taking a couple of practice strokes, her hips swayed with the club from right to left. "Stop swinging your hips!" said Andre as he walked up behind her. He placed a hand on each side of her hips and held her still. "Now take your shot." She did and the putt was good. "Atta girl!" As Andre released her hips, his right hand trailed along her pelvis, down to her butt and across both cheeks, giving the left side a little pat as he pulled away.

On the 9th hole, Carol sent one hard to the left of the very wide fairway. Mine went hard to the right. Andre's seemed to follow Carol's, if by coincidence or intention, who can tell? What I can tell you is that he moves fast! Like lightning, Andre had Carol's bag unstrapped from my cart and was dropping on his as he said, "It makes more sense for Carol to ride with me. Our balls are almost on top of each other's and yours is 75 yards away. She hopped onto his cart before I could object and they sped away.

As we continued to play, the flirting, the dirty inuendoes and the random touching continued from them both. I was getting increasingly more uncomfortable, but none of it rose to the level of starting a fight with Andre, or, more importantly, with Carol.

When Carol drove on the 12th, her ball took a sharp slice into the woods. Once again, I was on the opposite side of the fairway and we went our separate ways to find our balls. Mine was harder to find than I expected, taking me a while to locate it, and when I did, I was able to send it down towards the green on a nice tract. Carol and Andre were still in the woods looking for her ball when I finished.

After a couple minutes, I began to drive across the fairway to see what was taking them so long. They must have found her ball, because it came flying out of the woods to land several yards ahead, it the middle of the fairway. As Andre and Carol came out of the woods I couldn't help but notice that Carol was tugging at her skirt a little as if to straighten it out. They got into Andre's cart and pulled forward to where her ball had landed. I followed.

When their cart pulled up and Carol was getting out, her skirt rose up just enough for me to get a glimpse of flesh where her under pants should have been. I always thought that golf skirt under pants were sewn into the skirt, but hers clearly weren't. Not only that, but there were no underwear either. This had gone too far. A bit of flirting and sexual overtones are one thing, but there was a lot more than that happening. I'm pretty sure that my wife was getting finger banged in the woods while I was playing golf.

As Carol grabbed a club and stood over her ball, ready to make the shot, Andre said, "hold on a sec." He walked up to her from behind. "You're never going to get control of any balls like that." He reached around Carol's midsection and placed his hands over hers on the club. "If you really want this, you have to fully commit and go for it. Grip the shaft like you mean it, bend forward a little and focus on the ball. Now stick your butt back, like a cat in heat. Hold the shaft firmly and begin your stroke."

Carol bent a bit at the waist and stuck her butt back, like instructed, grinding it into the large bulge at the front of Andre's shorts. The lustful look on her face was all I could take.

"What the fuck is going on today? Are you two going to drop and fuck each other right now? I'm right here in front of you! Carol, you've taken this too damn far. Get in my cart. We're fuckin' leaving! Now!"

"Donny, listen... listen to me, Donny.

It's not what you think. Well, it's sort of what you think, but it's a lot more.

Carol and I have been talking a lot today. I can assure you that she loves you with all her heart. She tells me that you are her only love and that she will be yours forever. You've had many, many years together and she wants to spent the rest of hers with you.

The thing is, while she loves you with all of her heart, she also lusts for me with all of her pussy. She has a yearning deep inside of her that you just can't fill. You were her first lover and she loves having sex with you. There is nothing wrong with your sex life, but deep down inside of her is a sexual ache that she knows can only be filled by taking my cock again."

"Again!?! What the fuck do you mean 'again'?"

Carol interrupted, "Stop it, Donny! I know you saw us last year! You watched it all happen and you did nothing to stop it. In fact, it turned you on more than anything I've seen since we were teenagers.

It was wild and unexpected and I never would have thought that I would let something like that happen, but once it started I couldn't bring myself to stop it. There was such a strong yearning deep inside of me. It was like a fire welling up. It kept getting bigger and hotter and if I didn't let it play out it would have burned me up entirely.

I needed it so much and you let me have it. I can't tell you how much I've appreciated your tolerance and your continued love. A lot of other marriages would have been ruined in that instance. Instead, I think it helped us.

Hasn't our sex life been better than ever over the past year?

Emotionally I have felt so much more free, like a great weight has been lifted from me.

I feel even closer to you than we've ever been, and that's largely because you let me have the experience that one time without ever rubbing it in my face.

Like Andre said, I love you and only you. I will love you until the day I die. That was the only time I have ever been unfaithful to you, I swear. I promise you with everything inside of me, I have never contacted Andre and I never thought that I would feel this way again. Hell, I never thought I would see him again.

The problem is, as things turned out, he's here today. I didn't expect it. I didn't want it to happen, but I'm starting to feel that fire building up again. Seeing Andre has gotten me so excited and sexually worked up that I need you to be understanding again.

I don't love him. I won't love him. I do lust for him like I've never lusted for anyone. I need his magnificent cock inside of me, all of it all the way inside of me, or I might totally lose it.

You are the only one I have ever made love with and I always want to make love with you. However, since we've been married, Andre is the only one I've fucked, and I really need to fuck him again.

Can you please continue to be loving and patient with me? Can you tolerate letting me feel that release again?

Please, Donny? Please?"

I didn't know how to respond to that. I didn't know if I could live with this sort of an arrangement. We've never had an open marriage. Can I change now?

It was really exciting and erotic to witness her seduction and I have jacked off many times this year at the memory...but I thought it was a one-and-done. Now she is doing it again so blatantly in front of me.

Am I a cuckold? Am I losing my marriage? No. She swears that she will always love me and me alone.

I thought about it quietly for too long and Carol's eyes welled up with tears. Andre piped up to break the silence.

"Don, we're being open and honest here. Carol's not sneaking off for a secret affair behind your back. She's looking for your permission and acceptance. I'm going to ask for more than that. I think you should consider participation.

You saw how deeply she came for me last year. Have you ever seen her cum like that?"

My head lowered a bit, slowly shaking it from side to side. "No."

"Wouldn't you want that for her again? Wouldn't you think that she could reach an even deeper, more all-consuming orgasm with both of us? You can be there making love with her while I'll be there fucking her."

"No! If this is going to happen, I'll be fucking her too! And I get her pussy first. I remember the damage your huge cock did the last time and I want to be able to feel myself fucking her. Also, this is only a one time thing. You live far away, and that is good, but I don't want either of you traveling to hook up with each other. No phone calls or other messaging either! Can you both promise that?"

"We do," they both said at once.

"Thank you so much, Honey. I promise that you won't regret this. It might be liberating for you, as well."

"I rented a villa here for the night. Let's skip the last couple of holes here and go play with a few holes there," Andre said as he wrapped his arm around my wife and directed her back to his golf cart. "Carol will ride with me. I promise that I will get her ready by the time we get there."

As they drove off, I could tell that he was only driving with one hand and Carol had slid down the seat a bit, slumped with her head tipped back. I heard a breathy, gasping 'OH!' as they headed down the cart path.

When we arrived at the villa, Carol certainly was ready. The back of her skirt was wet where she had sat on it and if someone didn't know better they would have thought she peed herself a little. Andre made a show of walking in while sucking her juices off of his fingers.

Carol came straight to me, grasped my face with both hands, looked me square in the eyes and said, "Thank you. I love you so much!" She then planted a deep, passionate kiss on me. It has been years since her tongue was in my mouth, but today she explored mine with abandon. Her hand slid down to my crotch. "I see that you're ready," her voice muffled by its continued contact with my mouth.

I reached down with both hands and slid her skirt over her ass and down her legs. Her panties were still missing from earlier.

As promised, I had first dibs on her pussy while it was still tight. I opted for doggy style. This was a fucking, not love making.

Carol's moans and her moving in rhythm with me assured me that she still takes pleasure in my dick. I may not be as long and as thick as Andre, but size isn't all that a woman wants.

The sounds of Carol's pleasure were drowned out as Andre stepped around in front of her, naked and fully erect. He presented his cock to Carol's face and it quickly disappeared between her lips.

My wife was being spit roasted. It always looked so hot in the porn flicks. In real life, it's a whole lot hotter. I nearly blew my load right away.

We continued impaling Carol from both ends for a while until Andre told us to stop. He instructed me to lay on my back on the bed and had Carol mount me in cowgirl position. As she bent down to kiss me, her head suddenly arched back with a deep gasp from her lips. I didn't have to wonder where Andre's cock head disappeared to just then. With me in her pussy and Andre in her ass, sounds that I have never heard from her lips erupted from my wife as she started to rock back and forth. Her pace was slow at first, but it quickly gained momentum. Soon she was rockin' and rollin' with a cock in each hole until her whole body clenched and shuddered. After what seemed like an eternity lost in an epic orgasm, Carol collapsed on my chest breathless and shaking and she began to cry.

"Are you alright, Honey? Are you hurt or are you upset?"

"No! Neither! I have never cum so hard in my life! That was the most amazing experience ever! Thank you so much. I can't tell you how much I love you."

Andre had slipped out of the room, into the bathroom. I heard the water running in the shower and a few minutes later he emerged, toweling off his lower half.

He came to the bed, grabbed Carol by the waist and gently rolled her off me and onto her back. His cock was at rigid attention.

"You never want to go from the ass to the pussy without cleaning up. It ruins the taste." He bent down to bring his face even with Carol's dripping lips and gently began stroking them with the tip of his tongue. As he got up to her clit, he circled her button, sending her back into a state of bliss. Her eyes closed, her back arched, and she breathed deeply. Andre continued to tease her with his tongue until he then thrusted it deep into her cunt. He tongue fucked her for a couple of minutes, then, rising back up, he said, "You are a delicious little slut. I didn't get a taste of you last time." As he said this, his massive cock touched the entrance to her pussy and slid in rapidly. Carol's eyes suddenly went wide as he thrust it all the way home in his entrance stroke. His cock really was huge and it stretched her pussy to its limit. She clearly loved it!

Andre was fucking her as she lay next to me, when I realized that she was holding my hand.

He leaned in to kiss her and she turned her head away from him and towards me. "No! Kissing is personal. No more kissing. That's Don's. Fucking is yours. Well, both of yours." At that she reached her head towards mine and I leaned in for a passionate kiss, while another man was taking her pussy.

"You haven't cum yet and I want to taste my pussy on your cock. Get it up here, Love."

I slid up the bed into position and she went to town on my cock. She licked, she sucked, she cupped and squeezed my balls. She gave me head like never before and when she felt my cock begin to throb, she pushed herself all the way down on it, making sure that every drop of my cum was inside of her mouth and throat. I haven't cum like that in decades. Holy shit what a feeling!

I think my orgasm triggered Carol's and her pussy must have clenched down on Andre's cock because within a moment he was blasting his load deep inside her organs.

Together we collapsed on the bed. Silently catching our breaths for several minutes.

When he had recovered, Andre got up. "See Donny? Wasn't that the most incredible time you've ever had? How could you not love that?"

"I have to admit it. It was an amazing experience. I don't think it will ever be topped, so I don't think it will ever be repeated. As I said, this is a one off. No calls. No messages. No visits."

"I get it Donny," Andre said as he was slipping back into his clothes. "I rented the room, but I never moved in. I'm going to head out and leave you two. Feel free to spend the night or just an hour or two. Thank you both for a fun day. You never know where the fates will lead you, though, so no promises."

Andre walked out of the room and out off our lives. We did stay the night, most of it spent in each other's arms. I don't know where tomorrow will bring us, but today turned out just fine.