Holding Caitlyn's Hand...part 1

[freddyfi]

I'm working on a new story, but it's gonna end up being pretty long. So, I wanted to post the first part of it here and get some feedback. This is about a 30% of what I've written so far. Let me know what you think.
Also, as a limited time bonus, if you make it all the way through, there's some pics of my wife. Hurry!
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My wife, Caitlyn, and I held hands as we walked toward the hotel room. She was obviously very nervous about embarking on this new adventure. We were just a few minutes early for our meeting with Anthony who would already be in the hotel room and waiting for us to arrive.

Several months earlier, I had posted some photos of my wife on an adult website. The pictures didn’t show Caitlyn’s face, but they did show off her wonderful body. The first pictures of her in a bra and panties were followed by ones of her showing her little B-cup titties. The last pictures featured my wife pulling down her panties and showing her perfect round ass. The final picture was of Caitlyn spreading her legs with her pussy on display.

Anthony was one of the many men who posted flattering comments about the pictures. Caitlyn has always been a girl who loves attention and she absolutely loved reading all the naughty complements. I sent messages to a few of the guys who had left comments and asked them if they would like for me to email them more pictures of Caitlyn. It was actually her idea. She picked out her favorite comments and those were the guys to whom I sent the messages. Anthony was one of the three.

Unsurprisingly, all three guys responded that they would love to see more of my wife. One night Caitlyn and I sat down at the computer and picked out the most flattering and explicit pictures to send to the guys. They all loved the photos and responded with filthy emails saying how much they enjoyed jacking off to the sight of Caitlyn’s c*nt.

Of the three email responses, Anthony’s was easily Caitlyn’s favorite. He gave compliment after compliment and described in detail how he liked to stoke his cock while looking at the pictures. As I mentioned earlier, my princess loves attention and she really loved reading about how much the guys liked her pictures. We sent Anthony some more photos and it wasn’t long before we were emailing back and forth with him on an almost daily basis.

Eventually the day came when Anthony sent pictures of his own to Caitlyn. We were both shocked; the pictures revealed that Anthony was the alpha male specimen that he had portrayed himself as. He looked to be about 6’4” and incredibly well built. There were a few photos of Anthony without a shirt, but he was fully dressed in most.

It was evident that Caitlyn liked what she saw because she slowly clicked through all nineteen pictures, taking extra time to examine the shirtless shots. As she started to click through the set of pictures a second time, I told her that she should ask for naked pictures. She turned away from the computer monitor and looked at me for a second before asking, “You wouldn’t mind?”

There was a hint of excitement in Caitlyn’s voice and I had no doubt that she was at least slightly aroused by the pictures of Anthony. I jokingly said to her, “I guess it’ll be okay if you want to see naked pictures of your new boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she said as she playfully slugged me in my arm, “... but I wouldn’t mind seeing what he looks like naked.”

It only took a moment for my wife to send the email to Anthony. It was brief and to the point: “Take off your clothes! Don’t be shy; I want to see all of you.” I then carried Caitlyn to the bedroom and fucked her.

We didn’t receive a response from Anthony until late the next night. Caitlyn looked at me and smiled when she noticed that there was an attachment; a single photo. Her reaction when she opened up the attachment was priceless. Her mouth fell open and she muttered, “Oh My God,” before slowly bringing her hand up to cover her mouth.

The picture showed Anthony standing in front of a mirror with a long fat cock hanging between his legs. His cock wasn’t hard, but it was still quite a bit bigger than mine in its most excited state. Caitlyn stared at the screen for several moments like she was in a trance.

“Do you like what you see,” I asked her.

“Well... yeah... he looks pretty good,” she answered while continuing to admire the photo.

She made no attempt to hide the fact that she liked Anthony’s body. We had always been open with each other. She was well aware that I enjoyed looking at naked girls on-line and I knew that she and a couple her friends collected and shared pictures of male models.

“I can’t wait to show Sheila,” she eventually continued. Sheila was Caitlyn’s one friend that she had told about the email exchange with Anthony.

I then told Caitlyn that she should tell Anthony how much she liked the picture. He had showered her with compliments, so I thought that she should return the favor. She didn’t waste any time in composing a response email.

She had only just begun typing when she turned to me and asked, “Can I be dirty?”

I told her that she could say anything she wanted, but by the time she was finished, I was shocked. She started by telling Anthony how hot he was and even told him that he looked like “the perfect man.” In his emails he was always telling Caitlyn how much he liked jacking-off to her pussy pictures, so I guess that I shouldn’t have been so surprised at my wife’s response.

Here’s the part of the email that caught me the most off guard:
“I can’t wait to have a few hours to myself, so my favorite vibrator and I can have some girl time with your sexy pictures.”

I was glad that Caitlyn was getting so turned on by the email exchange with Anthony because I was, after all, benefiting from the situation. Since the exchange had begun, Caitlyn and I were having the best sex we’d ever had. However, a part of me thought that this last email was too much. How is a guy supposed to react when his wife tells another man that she’s going to masturbate to his pictures?

I wanted Caitlyn to feel free to write anything she wanted because it definitely turned me on to think about how naughty she was. However, I just had to ask if she really planned on using a vibrator while looking at pictures of her new friend.

“Of course not,” she answered with a smile, “I’m just playin’.”

She then reminded me that I had given her permission to be dirty. I had to admit that she was right. I just sat there for a moment, trying to reconcile the feelings of arousal with the feelings of jealousy, when Caitlyn got on her knees and unbuttoned my pants. She proceeded to give me one her best blowjobs ever. I’m a fairly large man, but I have a very little dick, so Caitlyn has no problem taking all of it in her mouth. Though I enjoyed it tremendously, I couldn’t help but wonder if she was thinking about Anthony’s larger dick while she sucked me.

For the next few weeks, Caitlyn and Anthony emailed back and forth. Eventually it came to light that we lived only three hours away from Anthony. Of course, as soon as Anthony realized where we lived, he wanted to set up a meeting. I apprehensively asked Caitlyn if she wanted to meet Anthony.

“No,” she answered quickly, “he would be expectin’ to fuck me, you know.”

“Are you sure you don’t want him to fuck you?” I asked.

I couldn’t believe that I said it. Caitlyn couldn’t believe that I said it. Something had changed in the past couple of weeks. The thought of my wife getting turned-on by a well hung guy had become very arousing to me.

“I can’t believe you’d say that,” she said, “...you know I’d never do that.”

“I don’t mean you’d cheat on me,” I replied, “...it’s just that you’ve been so turned on by all this... I thought maybe it’d be fun for you if we met him.”

A stunned look appeared on Caitlyn’s face as my words sunk in. I was kind of surprised myself. It was like the words had just come out on their own; it wasn’t something that I had thought about at all. I had enjoyed seeing the way my wife had been behaving lately and I guess that there was a part of me that wanted to see how far she would go.

“Are you sayin’ you want us to set up a meeting,” Caitlyn asked with her face still full of surprise.

I thought about the question for a moment, but wasn’t sure how to answer. So I just opened my mouth and let the words flow out spontaneously, “I just thought we could... discuss it if you wanted.”

“I can’t believe you’d even consider it,” she said.

I wasn’t able to tell from her words or the look on her face, so I was forced to ask, “Does that mean you’d never consider it or just that you’re surprised by your options?”

She was silent for a moment before answering, “I’ve never even thought about it...I never thought you’d consider it, so I... I never thought about really meeting him.”

“I know you love me,” I replied, “that’s why I’m comfortable talkin’ about it.”

However, I wouldn’t say that I actually was comfortable, but I did my best not to appear overwhelmed with uncertainty or excitement. Caitlyn continued to look shocked. She looked at me, but said nothing.

“Listen,” I eventually continued in a serious tone after a deep breath, “I know he’s the kinda guy that girls dream about… and I also know that we’ve been havin’ a lot fun with him. And I was just thinkin’ this might be an opportunity we’ll never get again.”

I could tell that my wife was hanging on every word that I said. She just listened silently.

“If you decide this is something you wanna do, I would consider going along with it,” I told her.

“I don’t know,” she answered after a long period of silence, “...I need some time to think about it.”

Less than thirty minutes later, Caitlyn and I were in bed fucking. We were both lying on our sides and my cock was entering her from behind. Her pussy was wetter than usual. I knew that she was considering what I had said and that it was having a moistening effect on her.

After a few minutes, she climbed on top of me and began to slowly grind her pussy against me in circles. She can usually climax in less than ninety seconds when she’s on top of me, but this time it only took about twenty. When her body finally stopped shaking with orgasm and her breathing returned to normal, she became motionless and looked down at me.

“Do you think we should do it,” she asked.

“I already told you what I think,” I answered, “...it’s up to you, baby.”

She didn’t say anything more, so I rolled her onto her back and stuck my dick in her in a standard missionary position. I can’t usually make Caitlyn cum in the missionary position, but this time I noticed her breath becoming uneven and knew it was only a matter of time. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes as I fucked her as hard as I could.

As her body started to tense in orgasm, I whispered into her ear, “Do you wanna let Anthony fuck you?”

My words pushed her over the edge and she erupted into a full blown orgasm. I repeated the question three more times while she was cumming, but she only responded with moans of pleasure. When her climax subsided, she opened her eyes and looked up at me. I stopped pumping her and put both of my hands on her face while I looked deep into her eyes.

“You wanna let him fuck you, don’t you,” I asked.

“I think so,” she answered with only a second of hesitation.

It was like a current of electricity was shot down my spine as those three little words left my wife’s mouth. I resumed thrusting my cock into her at a slow pace while continuing to look into her eyes.
“You’re a very naughty girl,” I said with a smile, “...you know that, don’t you?”

“I can be a good girl too,” she replied, “...but I’m startin’ to think you want me to be naughty.”

As she said the word “naughty,” she squeezed my cock by clinching her pussy tight. I knew she was milking me and was ready for me to cum.

“Is that whatcha want?” she asked as I slid my dick in and out of her, “...you wanna naughty wife?”

“I think I do,” I answered and began to fuck her harder, “...you wanna email Anthony and set up a meeting?”

“Yeah,” she answered.

“You gonna show him your pretty pussy?” I said.

“Yeah... you think he’ll like it?” she responded and then squeezed my cock even tighter with her tw*t.

“He’ll like it,” I answered, “...he’ll give you all the attention you crave, you naughty girl.”

A large wicked grin appeared on her face and I began pumping her c*nt harder. The thought of my wife showing off her pussy had me in a frenzy and I knew that it would be only a few seconds before I started empting my load into her.

“You want his giant cock, don’t you?” I asked as I felt the first spurt nearing.

“Yeah, baby,” she answered.

She didn’t say anything else for a moment. She could tell that I was enjoying the experience even more than usual. Sex had been really great lately, but this was a whole new level. She waited until she could feel me beginning to erupt before she said anything more.

“Are you gonna let him fuck me,” she asked as I started filling her with cum, “...you wanna watch your naughty wife spread her legs for another man?”

Her words were perfectly chosen and perfectly timed to make my climax as intense as possible. As I shot spurt after spurt into her c*nt, she repeated the questions. I couldn’t respond to her question with words; I could only let out a series of ecstatic grunts.

When I finished cumming, I collapsed next to her and we just silently laid there in each other’s arms. I was completely blissed out and enjoying the afterglow, but Caitlyn seemed less at ease. She definitely had something on her mind.

“Do you think we should really do it?” she asked.

I thought about how to respond for only a second and was about to answer her, but she continued before I could, “I mean... it’s a fun fantasy, but it seems crazy to do it in real life.”

I then told her that if it felt crazy to her, we should probably wait. I had really started to find the idea of extra-marital experimenting extremely arousing, but I didn’t want Caitlyn doing anything she wasn’t comfortable with. I knew she might resent it forever, if she felt like I pushed her into it.

“I think we have a great opportunity with Anthony,” I said, “...but you need to be a hundred percent positive you wanna do it.”

“It just seems crazy,” she replied, “...I wanna do it, but I can’t help feeling like a sl*t.”

By the time that we went to sleep that night, we had agreed to think it over for at least one more day. I was certain that I knew how I felt about the situation, but I realized that Caitlyn was feeling rushed into a decision.

[freddyfi]

I got no responses, but still wanted to finish part 1.
So, here it is:
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It turned out to be three days before we reached a definite decision. I sat next to Caitlyn at the computer while she wrote an email to Anthony. Here is part of that email:

“I’m sorry we haven’t been in touch for a few days, but we needed some time to seriously consider your offer to meet. We’ve never done anything quite so sexually adventurous, so it was not an easy decision. I’m sure it must be difficult for any man to allow his wife the complete freedom to experience another man’s love (especially a man’s love like yours). However, after many long discussions, my husband has granted me that freedom. All that remains is for us to set the time and place.”

I pointed out to Caitlyn that her email made it sound like I was the one who was uncertain of expanding our sexual boundaries, when in reality it had been her who needed time to think about it. She said that she had been pretty sure that she wanted to do it from the very beginning, but was afraid to admit it.

“I just wanted to make sure you were serious,” she explained, “...and give you some time to see if you’d change your mind.”

After hearing that, I saw things in a whole new light. I couldn’t believe that I had been so naïve as to think that Caitlyn was ever unsure about getting together with Anthony. I had seen her reaction to his pictures; I should’ve realized that she would have never turned down an opportunity to see his cock in person, an opportunity to take her clothes off for him.

Anthony replied to our email later that same night and his excitement was obvious. He was very eager to get to know my wife in a face to face setting. However, determining the specifics of the rendezvous turned out to be more problematic that anticipated. Caitlyn and I are both very busy people and it turned out that Anthony was no different. Over the course of the next week, we exchanged emails with him in many unsuccessful attempts to work out the specifics of a potential meeting. Every time that we thought we had chosen the perfect day, one of the three of us would have something come up.

Eventually, all three of us were forced to approach it like a vacation. The only way to make it work was for us to clear our calendars for a weekend. The first weekend that we could all make work was four weeks away. Finally it was settled; the three of us would get together at a very nice hotel on Saturday June 7th at 2:00 in the afternoon. It would only be a little more than an hour drive for me and Caitlyn, but close to a two hour drive for Anthony. He didn’t seem to mind.

The fact that June 7th was the earliest date that would work for the meeting was quite a coincidence. Though it was completely unplanned, the day of the rendezvous just happened to be Caitlyn’s birthday. We had no doubt that if our plans didn’t fall through, it would be a birthday that she would never forget.

In the weeks leading up to the big day, the excitement grew. Sex with Caitlyn was the best it had ever been. We both used the growing electricity of the impending meeting to push the other’s buttons. However, six days before the meeting was to take place, she suggested that we stop having sex for the week in order to maximize the excitement of the actual rendezvous. I knew that six days of celibacy would bring her to an absolute boil, so I agreed to her proposition, though somewhat reluctantly.

For the few days right before her birthday, Caitlyn’s level of anticipation was through the roof. I was also very excited, but some small concerns were starting to appear in my mind. These concerns were mostly just jealousy issues that any husband would have about sharing his wife. I was careful not to let Caitlyn know anything about my apprehension and it wasn’t too difficult because the thrill of situation easily outweighed the jealousy. I had been aware that these feelings were coming. I wasn’t so dumb as to believe that my wife could be heading for the arms of another man without me experiencing at least a small degree of jealousy.

When Caitlyn awoke on her birthday, she seemed like a different girl than the one she had been in the preceding weeks. It appeared that the anticipation she had been feeling had turned into nervousness. I was feeling anxious as well, but my uneasiness was balanced by my excitement.

The plan was to arrive at the hotel at two o’clock. Anthony would get there before us, pay for the room, and email the room number to Caitlyn. We planned to leave the hotel no later than midnight so that we would be home around one o’clock at the latest. The early start time would give us plenty of time to break the ice with Anthony and then get down to business. None of us wanted to rush things.

As Caitlyn and I ate a birthday breakfast that I had prepared for her, I could sense her nervousness, but she never voiced any concerns. In fact, we ate without any conversation at all. For the morning’s first hours, neither of us mentioned Anthony or what we were about to do.

After a long shower, Caitlyn stood naked, looking through her closet and trying to decide what she was going to wear. I’d seen her naked countless times, but she looked extremely beautiful at that moment. She usually keeps her bush trimmed very neat, but she had shaved it in the shower, making her pink c*nt clearly visible. I was already dressed, so I just sat on the bed admiring my wife’s beauty. She pulled a skirt out of the closet and then noticed me staring at her.

“Pick out some panties for me,” she said, “...pick out a pair he’ll like.”

I briefly looked through the many panties that Caitlyn had in her dresser before pulling out a tiny plain white cotton pair. She had lots of cute panties, but I decided that simple was the way to go. As I handed the panties to her, she commented that they were awfully plain.

“I think he’ll like ‘em,” I said, “...besides, you’re probably not gonna be wearin’ ‘em long anyway.”

She let out a short nervous laugh before replying, “I can’t believe we’re really gonna do this.”

I asked her if she was having second thoughts and she admitted that she was, but said that she still wanted to go through with it. I watched her pull on her panties and realized that when those panties came off, I wouldn’t be the only one looking at her pussy. I hadn’t even touched her pussy in days and now someone else was in line before me. It would be the first time in years that someone besides me delivered Caitlyn’s birthday fuck.

We didn’t talk anymore about what was going to happen until we were in the car heading for the rendezvous. I asked her if she was excited.

“Yeah, I’m excited... but really nervous too,” she answered, “I’m trying not to think about it too much.”

After that I decided not to say anymore about what was to come. Our only stop was at a small café for a quick lunch and then we were off to the hotel. As we neared our destination, she checked her email on her phone.

“Room 162,” she announced, “...he says it’s on the backside... just drive around back and look for a white Lexus.”

It wasn’t until we were exiting the interstate that Caitlyn mentioned Anthony by name for the first time all day.

“Do you think Anthony will like me?” she asked with an apprehensive smile.

I assured her that he would absolutely adore her.

“You two have been writing back and forth forever,” I said, “...and he’s seen lots of pictures of you... he knows almost as much about you as I do... just try to relax and don’t worry, he’s gonna love ya.”

There was an uneasy silence as I pulled into the hotel’s parking lot. Neither of us said a word as I drove around the hotel looking for the white Lexus. When I spotted it, I parked next to it and turned the car off. Caitlyn looked at me with eyes full of uncertainty and anticipation. We got out of the car and I walked around it to take her by the hand. We walked slowly, hand in hand, across the parking lot to room 162.

Anthony answered the door with a smile on his face. He shook my hand before kissing Caitlyn on the cheek and then giving her a hug. The room was more like a suite than hotel room. It was much nicer than I expected and had two separate areas. In the center of the front area was a glass table with a large pull-out sofa and two chairs positioned around it. There was a kitchenette on one side and the entrance to the bathroom on the other. The back area had a king size bed centered against the back wall and an armchair in the corner. There were nightstands with lamps on each side of the bed and a television rested on a long dresser that sat opposite the bed.

What proceeded to happen was incredible. Though Caitlyn was nervous about the whole experience, Anthony quickly put her at ease. Everything that he said and did was perfect. It seemed like he had known her all of her life and was able to do exactly what each situation called for. He began by putting to rest any doubts that Caitlyn or I may have had. For almost two hours there was no mention of sex and he was a perfect gentleman.

Anthony and I hit it off from the very beginning. He obviously understood that he needed my endorsement for his hopes to be realized. We talked for awhile about our jobs and sports. It really seemed like he and I had been friends for years. After he sensed my approval, he turned his attention toward Caitlyn.

The birthday cake that he brought out from the kitchenette was the first sign that he understood Caitlyn. He made a big deal about how it was her special day and about how she should be treated like a princess. He even gave her a stunning crystal tiara that said “birthday girl.”

As Caitlyn sat there wearing her tiara and eating a piece of cake, I could tell that she was starting to loosen up. After we all had small pieces of cake, Anthony pulled out a bottle of her favorite wine. After a glass, she was giggling and chattering away. Just as he had done with me, Anthony had succeeded in assuring Caitlyn that he was sincere and worthy of her trust.

At exactly the right time, Anthony changed the mood in the room. He stood up, took his phone out of his pocket, and asked Caitlyn if he could take a few pictures of her. Caitlyn popped right up and stood with her back to the door while he snapped a few quick pictures; a couple with the tiara and a couple without. Caitlyn was completely at ease. I had no doubt that the big smile on her face was real and not just for the benefit of the camera.

As I’ve said before, she loves attention and loves being in front of a camera. I wasn’t sure if Anthony really wanted fully clothed photos of my wife or if he just took the pictures because he knew how much she would enjoy posing. It was exactly the perfect thing to do to get Caitlyn’s motor running.

Anthony looked at me and said, “I’d also like to get a few of the two of you together.”

Caitlyn seemed to like the idea and I didn’t mind, so I walked over and stood next to her. Anthony took one picture of us holding hands, one of her in my arms, and one of us kissing. He then put the phone back in his pocket, but I was pretty sure that he would try to take more pictures before the end of the evening.

Up to this point, Anthony hadn’t broached the subject of sex and had been careful not to allude to any potential future sexual events. However the moment was now right to switch gears and he did it flawlessly.

“How ‘bout you show me that dance now,” he said to Caitlyn.

He was referring to a dance routine that she had, in an email, promised to perform for him. She had been on the dance team in high school and still knew how to do one of the routines. It was a dance that I’d seen several times and it was definitely an attention grabber. Knowing how Caitlyn likes attention, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if all of her past boyfriends have seen the dance as well.

“Okay,” Caitlyn replied, “...just let me clear some space and get the music set up.”

While she retrieved her iPod and a pair of tiny speakers from her bag, Anthony pulled the glass table out of the way. He then took a seat next to me on the sofa and Caitlyn cued up the song she needed for her dance. For the next three and a half minutes, Anthony and I sat transfixed while my wife showed her moves. I wish I could describe the moves better, but I’ll only say that there was more hip shaking and ass shaking than you’d expect from a high school dance team routine.

Caitlyn definitely still knew how to work it and seemed to be glowing when she finished. Anthony applauded and Caitlyn’s smile grew wider.

“That was incredible,” he said to her.

Caitlyn was positively beaming with pride at Anthony’s words. Everything he had said and done had worked to get her into the state he wanted her. Though he didn’t need any help from me, I saw that Caitlyn was ready for the next step and therefore let her know that it was time to take off some clothes.

“Do your dance one more time,” I said to her, “...but this time, do it like you do at home.”

She blushed, her face turning the cutest shade of red. She knew what I meant, but still asked what I was talking about.

“This time in your panties,” I answered her, “...and just your panties.”

The red color of her face told me that she may have been a little embarrassed, but her big smile indicated that she wasn’t overly uncomfortable with my suggestion.

She stood silently looking at me for a moment before saying, “Okay... if that’s whatcha want.”

She took a seat on the sofa between me and Anthony and began to untie her shoes. I’m not sure if she was stalling for time or if she was trying to tease us, but her shoes and socks were removed at an agonizingly slow pace. After she had pulled off the second of her socks, Anthony stood up and faced us.

“I just wanna take a second to say a couple things,” he said with a gentle, yet serious, voice.

Caitlyn put her hand on mine and we gave him our undivided attention. After he took a deep breath, he went on.

“First, I wanna thank both of you for inviting me into your marriage,” he said, “... I know it takes a lotta trust and I’m very grateful to be Caitlyn’s first.”

It was refreshing to hear that he was thankful. He came off as a truly humble man and my trust for him grew even more. However, it was a little strange to hear him say, “Caitlyn’s first.” It was as if he was implying that my wife would soon be sleeping around. Caitlyn and I had never talked about what might happen after this experience, but I had assumed that this was a one-time exception to our marriage vows. I wasn’t able to think any more about it before Anthony continued talking.

“Second, I wanna say I have a lotta of respect for women,” he said, “... and I’ve tried to treat Caitlyn like a lady so far today... but I’ve found that most girls don’t wanna be treated like a lady in the bedroom. So, I might say or do some things that seem kinda... outta control. But I think you’ll like it... I think we’ll all like it. But if either of you feel like I cross the line at anytime... or if you’re uncomfortable in any way... just let me know.”

I wasn’t sure what to think about Anthony’s words and I could tell that Caitlyn was unsure as well. We looked at each other for couple seconds before I nodded my approval to Anthony. This was going to be interesting, but at least I felt like we had some degree of control.

“Okay then, where were we?” he said as he sat back down next to Caitlyn, “...oh yes, you were about to do that dance for me again.”

She then rose to her feet and turned to face me and Anthony. Her eyes met mine and she stood motionless for a few seconds. At that moment, time seemed to stand still and her eyes were saying to me, “unless you stop me now, I’m gonna take my clothes off.” I knew she was about to start undressing when Anthony spoke again.

“I have an idea I think all three of us will like,” he began before turning to me and continuing, “...stand up there next to her.”

I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I did as he asked. Once I was standing next to her, he told me to kiss her. I kissed her quickly, anxious to hear Anthony’s idea.

“Now, I want you to undress her for me,” he said, “...like you’re presenting her to me.”

It seemed like a weird request at first, but as I thought about it, I realized that there was something really erotic about it. My pulse raced as I thought about actually peeling off my wife’s clothes for the viewing pleasure of another man. I imagined that it would feel similar to the way a father would feel as he gave away the bride at his daughter’s wedding.

Caitlyn lifted her arms, inviting me to pull her blouse over her head. For a brief second, I felt like I couldn’t move. Despite the fact that I was starting to get turned-on, I was suddenly uncertain about proceeding. However, my hesitation only lasted a moment. I knew that we had come a long way to make this happen and I also knew that it was way too late to turn back. Besides, Caitlyn’s raised arms signaled that she had overcome any doubts that she’d had.

I moved in close to her and grabbed the bottom of her blouse. I took a deep breath and then pulled it over her head. She was wearing a plain bra that pushed up her little B-cup titties. I knew that I shouldn’t think too much at this point, so I just quickly unhooked her bra. She stood up straight, waiting for me to pull the bra off of her.

As I removed the bra, she stared straight at Anthony and let out a little giggle. She covered her tits for a moment before dropping her arms and letting him drink in the sight of her topless body. She looked amazing with her small perky tits on display. Though her titties aren’t real big, she has large pink puffy areolas that make her chest much more appealing than most girls’.

“Beautiful,” Anthony said as he admired her, “...stay like that for a minute.”

He then pulled his phone back out and took two pictures of topless Caitlyn. She arched her back and proudly presented her chest to the camera. Her smile left no doubt about how much she was enjoying the experience. I guess that I must have also liked it because I could feel my dick starting to stiffen. After Anthony sat his phone down, there was a brief period of awkward silence.

Caitlyn looked at me and said, “Take my skirt off, so I can start dancing.”

At that point, I could hardly wait to have the rest of her displayed to Anthony, so I was happy to comply with her request. I unzipped the back of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She was beaming with pride as she just stood there wearing only her white cotton panties. For several seconds she stared down at Anthony with a huge grin on her face.

It only took an instant for Caitlyn to cue up the music this time and she was soon prancing around in her panties with her little titties bouncing up and down. All signs of nervousness were completely gone. There were two times that she turned her back to us, bent over, and gave her ass a good wiggle. She was clearly ready to take it to the next level.

“Unbelievable,” Anthony said when the dance was over, “...you are so cute.”

My dick was hard and I’m sure that Anthony was well on his way to a raging hard-on as well. When Caitlyn looked at me, her face was easy to read. It was saying, “I guess you better get over and take these damn panties off of me.”

Anthony looked at me and said, “I think she’s ready for you to pull her panties down.”

All three of us were ready. Everything had built to this moment and there was electricity in the air. I got up off the couch and walked around to behind Caitlyn. I put my fingers inside the elastic waistband of her panties and slowly began to slide them down.

“Don’t take ‘em all the way off yet,” he said, “...I just wanna see her stand there for a minute with her panties ‘round her knees.”

Caitlyn took a deep breath as I slowly pulled her panties down to her knees and exposed for her smooth pussy. For the first time in years, someone new had their eyes on her c*nt. She must have been very aroused because the smell of her pussy was extremely strong. Anthony looked her up and down for a long time without saying a word. He eventually picked up his phone and she flashed a cute embarrassed smile for the camera.

After taking several pictures, Anthony had me put the tiara on her. She looked so adorable standing there with her shaved pussy on display and wearing her ‘birthday girl’ tiara. I couldn’t help but feel proud that the beautiful angel in the center of the room was my wife. Anthony must have thought she looked pretty good too, because he snapped lots of pictures of her. I had never seen her look quite as mesmerizing as she did at the moment when she bit her lower lip and gave her best pouty face.

He had already taken a ton of photos when he said that he wanted Caitlyn to pose with me standing next to her and holding her hand. It seemed odd that he wanted pictures of her standing next to her fully clothed husband, but I did as he asked.

He only took one picture before he put his phone down and walked over to us. Caitlyn looked up at him and he kissed her on the mouth. It was a long passionate kiss and I could tell that she loved it. My heart was beating like crazy, but it felt a little bizarre to stand there with a hard-on and hold my wife’s hand while she kissed another man with her panties around her knees.

After Anthony broke away from the kiss, he told her to turn around. Caitlyn happily did as she was told and he spent a minute checking out her ass. Her cute little butt looked absolutely delectable.

Anthony then suggested that we head to the back area where the bed was. After pulling up her panties and taking off her tiara, Caitlyn ran to the back and jumped onto the bed. Anthony and I followed. Caitlyn was lying on the bed face down, but he instructed her to get up and pull off the covers.

“Now get back in the bed,” he said to her after she had thrown the covers onto the floor, “...prop yourself up with some pillows and open your legs.”

There were six pillows on the bed, so Caitlyn had no problem doing as she was told. After she had stacked a few of them against the headboard for support, she was lying there with her legs spread, just like Anthony wanted. He took a minute and eyed the delicious piece of eye-candy that was laying spread out for him on the bed before he turned to me.

“Take off her panties,” he said.

Those were the words that I wanted to hear because I couldn’t wait to have my wife’s pussy back on display. I could tell that Caitlyn was also happy to hear those words by the big smile on her face. As I put my fingers into the elastic waistband of Caitlyn’s panties, she raised her ass up off the bed, making it easy for me to follow Anthony’s instructions. A second later, her panties were on the floor and Anthony was once again enjoying the sight of my wife’s shaved tw*t.

Caitlyn had a wicked grin on her face as she spread her legs for her two man audience. Anthony seemed more than happy to just stare at the beauty that was being presented to him.

“She’s pretty cute, huh?” I asked Anthony.

He replied without taking his eyes off her, “Yeah... I’m speechless.”

He took another moment to admire my naked wife before taking off his shirt and walking to the side of the bed. He grabbed one of her ankles and spun her around ninety degrees to where she was facing him. Without letting go of her ankle, he softly kissed the bottom of Caitlyn’s foot and proceeded to deliver delicate kisses to each of her toes. She has extremely sensitive feet so I wasn’t surprised when she let out a little laugh.

Anthony rubbed, kissed, and licked his way slowly up Caitlyn’s leg, from her foot to her ankle, to her calf, and to her thigh. He pulled her legs wide apart and concentrated his attention on her inner thigh, his mouth only inches away from her pussy. She began to tremble with excitement and then closed her eyes and moaned. When she opened her eyes, they focused on me. We looked at each other, both knowing that it might only be a matter of seconds before Anthony’s tongue was in her pussy.

Though a wave of jealousy washed over me at that moment, it wasn’t able to wash away my arousal. My dick felt like it was about to burst through my pants. Part of me wanted to pull Caitlyn out of the bed and take her home, but another part of me wanted to pull down my shorts and start jacking off. Both impulses were strong, but at that moment, they cancelled each other out.

Anthony continued to work his way up the inside of Caitlyn’s thigh until he was eventually sucking on one of her outer pussy lips. As she let a loud sigh, she held up her hand and beckoned me to take it. I stood there beside the bed, holding her hand while she enjoyed the treatment she was receiving from Anthony. When he finally planted a kiss on her c*nt, she squeezed my hand tight and moaned in pleasure. He licked up and down the entire length of her c*nt several times before pulling her lips open and sliding his tongue into her.

I consider myself to be really good at giving oral to a woman. Because my cock is fairly small, I figured out long ago that I needed to compensate with an excellent tongue. Every girl who has ever been kind enough to allow my face between her legs has been rewarded with at least one orgasm. Caitlyn’s favorite part of sex with me has always been the oral sex and I’ve made sure to never disappoint her. That being said, Anthony made my wife squirm like I’d never seen. You might think that a guy with a cock like his would rely solely on it to please ladies, but that was not the case.

He pulled Caitlyn’s pussy open and went in as deep as possible. He paid special attention to her clit without neglecting the rest of her tw*t. He used his whole face to bring Caitlyn to a full boil. I can’t describe how strange it felt to stand next to the bed, holding my wife’s hand while another man brought her to the edge of climaxing.

She looked up at me, clenched my hand tightly, and said, “He’s gonna make me cum.”

She pulled her hand from mine and wrapped both of her hands around the back of Anthony’s head, pushing his face into her pussy. A moment later she was thrashing around on the bed in orgasm. For the first time, I was full of regret as I looked on at Anthony working his magic on my wife. I couldn’t believe it was really happening. How did it get this far? I must’ve been out of mind. It bordered on torture to watch Caitlyn cum, but my hard-on persisted.

Though she flailed wildly about, Anthony somehow managed to keep his face planted between Caitlyn’s legs. I was overwhelmed with a variety of emotions and needed to sit down. After what seemed like a five minute climax, she finally settled down. Anthony pulled his head up from her pussy and the two of them looked at each other with big smiles on their faces.

“That was incredible,” Caitlyn said.

Anthony continued to smile but said nothing as he stood up and pulled off his shorts. He then walked to the side of the bed, wearing only boxer shorts, and looked down at Caitlyn. Her smile grew wider as she realized it was time to return the favor using her mouth. She moved from the center of the bed toward Anthony. It felt like she had totally forgotten that I was in the room as she reached out and pulled down his boxers.

I had seen Anthony’s cock in pictures, but it wasn’t the same thing as seeing it in person. Though it was only semi-erect, it was easily longer and thicker than my fully erect cock could ever dream of. I was so envious. As Caitlyn took a hold of Anthony’s cock, I just stared at it, wishing that mine was in the same league. The look on Caitlyn’s face said that she was equally impressed with the cock that was dangling in her face.

She began her oral performance by licking the length of the shaft. She licked up and down the cock a few times and then lifted it up and concentrated on the balls. She gently tongued Anthony’s sack for a minute before looking up at him, flashing him a naughty smile, and letting out a little wicked laugh. She then spent some time sucking on each of his nuts.

Eventually she pulled her lips away from Anthony’s nut sack and turned her attention back to his cock. Though part of me wanted to stop her, I just watched as my wife’s mouth engulfed the head and began to suck on the now fully erect cock. She started by taking only a little more than the head into her mouth. After a moment, she stopped, looked up at Anthony, and shook her head, obviously still dumbfounded by his size.

“Thata girl,” Anthony said after Caitlyn had put his thick cock back in her mouth and began taking more of it.

It made me a little jealous that Caitlyn hadn’t acknowledged my presence since Anthony’s cock had made its appearance, but jealousy took a back seat to my arousal. Watching her suck another man’s dick was more titillating than I could have ever imagined. I decided that it was time to drop my shorts and free my cock. It was a very strange mix of emotions that I felt as I sat in the chair next to the bed, stroking my little hard-on and watching my wife with a much larger cock in her mouth.

I now need to say a few words about Caitlyn and cock sucking. Some girls will only suck a man because they feel like it’s their duty; not Caitlyn. She truly loves wrapping her lips around a piece of cock meat. She sucked me off on our first date and I’m sure that many other guys shot loads into her mouth before we got together. I learned long ago that the easiest way to make her pussy wet was to stick my dick in her mouth.

For a little while, Anthony was content to just let Caitlyn suck on him, but he soon decided that it was time to take control. He put one hand on each side of her head and started forcing more of himself down into Caitlyn’s throat. It didn’t take long before he was fiercely fucking her in her mouth.

There had been a few times that I had rammed my cock into Caitlyn’s mouth in the same rough fashion that Anthony was doing, but I’m small enough that she can easily take it without gagging. However, this was most definitely not the case with Anthony’s cock. I stroked myself furiously as I watched my wife choke and gag on Anthony’s manhood with tears running down her face from her watering eyes.

I would have been concerned at the rough treatment Caitlyn was receiving, but she was clearly not distressed. Each time she choked, she would spit-up a little and pull her mouth from Anthony’s cock, only to let him ram it right back down her throat as soon as she had caught her breath. I watched in disbelief as her face became coated with a slimy mixture of her own saliva and Anthony’s pre-cum discharge.

As Anthony continued to fuck my wife’s face, he became more savage. His handling of Caitlyn bordered on brutal, but the smile never left her face. Even so, I was about to ask her if she was alright when Anthony motioned for me to come over to the bed.

“Hold her hand,” Anthony said to me.

I walked to the other side of the bed, so that I could hold Caitlyn’s hand with my left hand while continuing to jackoff with my right. I sat down on the bed next to her and held her hand while Anthony forcefully used her mouth as his own personal fuck hole. He then looked down at me and asked me if I loved Caitlyn. I told him that I did.

“Then tell her,” he said.

I must have looked at him with an uncomprehending look because he repeated his command.

“If you can tell her you love while she’s suckin’ my dick, it’ll help her feel more comfortable about the situation,” he went on to say, “...she’ll know you’ve accepted your role.”

She looked up at me with Anthony’s cock in her mouth. Anthony’s words didn’t make complete sense to me, but I didn’t think too much about it. I wasn’t thinking too clearly at that moment; it all seemed like a dream. Caitlyn and I stared into each other’s eyes for a second before I told her that I loved her. I expected her to say the same thing back to me, but Anthony kept his dick deep in her mouth, making it impossible for her to talk.

When Caitlyn looked back up at him he said, “Do you like suckin’ my dick?”

She nodded her head, confirming what he already knew.

“Then tell your husband,” he said to her, “...tell him how much you like suckin’ me.”

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and gave her a chance to speak.

She looked up at me with her hand in mine and said, “I love suckin’ his cock.”

As soon as the words were out, she turned her head back toward Anthony’s prick and opened her mouth wide. It was almost like she was begging for it. He put his cock back into her mouth, but didn’t thrust it down her throat. He let her do the work for awhile. I just continued stroking myself while I watched my wife sucking and slobbering on the thick piece of meat that was in her mouth. Anthony just passively stood there with his hands on his hips, letting Caitlyn deep throat him.

“You like seeing her like this, don’t you,” he asked me.

I wasn’t sure how to answer, but the fact that I had my hard-on in my hand made it impossible to deny the allegation. I took a few seconds to consider the question, but said nothing.

“It’s okay,” he continued, “...lots of guys like seeing their wives turned into sl*ts.”

I was absolutely speechless at that point. I had never thought that my wife was being turned into a sl*t. This was supposed to be nothing more than a one-time thing. We simply wanted to experiment with turning a fantasy into reality. A thousand thoughts of uncertainty ran through my head, but my cock was not affected; it remained fully erect.

Anthony then returned to his rough treatment of Caitlyn. He spent the next few minutes relentlessly cramming his cock down her throat. She spent the next few minutes choking and gagging. I spent the next few minutes sitting on the bed, playing with myself, and holding Caitlyn’s hand.

When Anthony finally pulled his cock from my wife’s mouth, we all knew it was time for the fucking to begin. He positioned her face up with her legs spread wide. I sat near her head and continued to hold her hand with my heart racing in anticipation of what was about to happen. She looked so erotic with her titties and pussy laid bare and her face glazed with a nasty blend of spit and spunk. Anthony got onto the bed and climbed between her legs. He rubbed his thick cock head against Caitlyn’s c*nt and they smiled at each other.

As Anthony eased his cock into her, Caitlyn let out a little whimper and bit her lower lip. She squeezed my hand tight, looked up at me, and said, “Ohhhhh.... Ohhhhh..... He’s fuckin’ me.”

I’ll never forget those words or the way her voice trembled as she said them. My wife and I maintained eye contact as she was stuffed full of her first extra-marital cock. It felt incredibly surreal and my heart was beating so fast that I thought it might explode through my chest. After all the build-up, we had reached the point where Caitlyn’s pussy was being stretched to accommodate Anthony’s thick piece of meat.

It didn’t take long for Anthony to work his entire length into her. Her cries made it clear that she was starting to cum and I had to stop stroking myself to make sure that I didn’t do the same. I didn’t want my enjoyment to end so soon.

Anthony wasn’t even fucking her that hard, but Caitlyn was soon squealing. I kept holding her hand, but she was completely lost in her climax. When it seemed like she was nearly finished cumming, Anthony began to fuck her harder. She was shrieking at the top of her lungs by the time his thrusts had escalated into full blown pounding. He was pulling his cock all the way out of her pussy and slamming the full length back in.

She was worked up into a frenzy like I’ve never seen. It was absolutely crazy. She was screaming so loud and Anthony was pounding her so hard that I was starting to get worried about her.

“Are you alright, Caitlyn,” I asked.

She couldn’t stop squealing and she certainly couldn’t answer me. I was pretty sure that she was liking it, but at times it looked like she was having trouble catching her breath. I couldn’t help but repeat my question.

“She’s fine,” Anthony said while maintaining his relentless hammering of my wife’s pussy, “...she’s just a little overwhelmed... aren’t you, baby.”

It was still a few minutes before Caitlyn was capable of muttering actual words. Even then, all she was saying was “Oh, God” over and over again. Eventually Anthony’s pace slowed down some and I thought she might be at a point where she could actually respond to me.

“Do you like it,” I asked

She nodded her head, confirming that she was fine. She then laughed and spoke in a trembling voice while panting. Her words were choppy and she had trouble getting each one out.

“I...can’t...believe it,” she said, “...that was... incredible.”

Anthony smiled and said, “You’re such a responsive little sl*t... it looks like you’ve been needin’ that for a long time.”

I thought Caitlyn might get upset because she’s never liked being called a sl*t, but she only smiled back at him. I guess that after you make a girl cum like that, you can call her anything you want. I was continuing to stroke my cock with my right hand, but still having to be careful not to lose control. Seeing Caitlyn smile after being called a sl*t, for some reason, was extra erotic. I had been overcome with jealousy at one point when Anthony was eating her pussy, but since then the jealousy and regret had taken a backseat to full blown arousal.

Anthony then pulled his cock out of my wife and there was an audible plop. She squeezed my hand and sighed quietly.

Anthony looked over at me and said, “Come over here... you gotta see her pussy.”

I let go of Caitlyn’s hand and scooted across the bed into a position where I had a better view of her pussy. What I saw was stunning. Caitlyn’s c*nt was gaping open. She noticed that Anthony and I were just staring between her legs and she got embarrassed. She quickly covered her head with a pillow and crossed her legs. Anthony grabbed a hold of each of her legs and forced them open. I could hear a little giggle come from underneath the pillow.

“You know...” Anthony said to me, “you gotta big decision to make.”

I looked at him, but was unsure exactly what he was talking about. It took him only a second before he went on to explain himself.

“You’re gonna have to decide if you’re gonna let her be a sl*t-wife,” he said.

I was not ready to have his conversation. I was hoping that Caitlyn might have something to say, but her face remained hidden beneath the pillow.

Eventually I responded, “I don’t even know if she wants that,” I said, “...we’ve never really talked about it.”

“Oh, I think she’s game,” he replied, “...you saw how she came.”

I was silent for a moment and then Anthony continued, “Now that she knows what a big cock can do, she’s gonna need more,” he said, “I understand that it’s a hard decision for you, but it’s clear that she was born to be a sl*t.”

I knew Caitlyn could hear us discussing her future and I thought that she would provide some input, but that did not happen. She just laid motionless under the pillow with her gaping c*nt on display.

“If you love her, you’ll let her get what she needs,” Anthony said, “... you’ll never be able to make her c*nt look like that.”

I couldn’t deny the last part of Anthony’s statement. I could’ve fucked Caitlyn for hours and never accomplished that. I was simply not capable of making her gape like that.

“Go on... stick your cock in her, you’ll see how different it feels,” he said.

He let go of Caitlyn’s legs and took a step away from her, makin room for me. I stood up and rubbed my hard-on against her pussy lips. She was more wet than I’d ever felt her. As I slid my dick into her, I realized that Anthony was right. Caitlyn’s normally tight pussy had been stretched out so much that I doubted that she could even feel me inside her. She didn’t move at all as I gave a couple quick pumps. I was only seconds from cumming, but Anthony stopped me.

“Here, now watch her reaction to this,” he said.

I pulled out of Caitlyn and stepped away, giving him the opportunity to reenter my wife. As he slowly eased his large hard-on into her, she moaned loudly. After his entire length had been deposited into her, she pulled the pillow from her face and screamed.

“Oh, yeah... Fuck me,” she yelled.

It didn’t take long for Anthony to build to his previous pace. I had a wonderful view of Caitlyn’s c*nt being stuffed. It seemed like she came for five minutes before Anthony could take no more.

He turned to me and said, “I’m gonna cum all over her pretty face.”

He didn’t lie. He covered her face with the thickest load I’d ever seen. She just closed her eyes and happily let him turn her face into a glazed doughnut. As spurt after spurt of Anthony’s thick cum coated my wife’s face, I lost control. A tiny trickle escaped from my dick and ran down my leg.

When Anthony had finished cumming, Caitlyn opened her mouth and he put his cock in it. As she sucked any remaining semen from the head of his cock with a smile, he told her how pretty she was. She was a sticky mess, but there was no denying her beauty.

Anthony looked at me and said, “I think the little sl*t likes my cock... what do you think?”

I was speechless. Caitlyn had obviously loved the stretching and the cum bath that his cock had provided. However, my dick was turning soft and I began to feel sick to my stomach. I couldn’t believe that I had allowed this happen; my beautiful princess was covered in cum and her c*nt was still gaping like she’d been fucked by an elephant.