The morning after I sprayed my cum all over my childhood best friend, I knew I needed to talk with my wife.

I was feeling guilty for thinking she was a cheating whore when all she was doing was the same thing I would do, given the opportunity.

Over the course of our 6-year marriage, we had engaged in many threesomes and an orgy or two. But we'd never had "the talk" about fucking other people when the other was not around. But she sure seemed to be enjoying it in the closet Friday night at the Christmas party with her boss. And after the liaison, my friend Susan and I had on her living room sofa Saturday night, I knew full well the attraction of not being monogamous.

I made the phone call, but before I had a chance to tell Delaney that I was sorry and wanted to talk, she let me know she'd been thinking about the same thing.

"Oh Tom," she purred into the phone this Sunday morning as I sipped hot coffee on the cool patio of Sue's home. "I wasn't exactly honest with you the other day. I know you saw me in the coat closet sucking Mohammad and letting Mike fuck me. And I know you were mad, which you had every right to be."

I started to interrupt. To say, I too was sorry, but she went on.

"I love sex, Tom, you know it. I love you, too. And I know you love sex. We are so good and sexy together. And yet, when I saw how big Mohammad's cock looked in his tight black pants at the party, I just had to have it. Haven't you ever ... I mean, I could have asked you if it was OK and I could have asked you to join us, but it all happened so fast.

"He pushed his hard cock against my thigh as we stood at the bar, and I just had to have him. We found the closet and before we could do anything, Mike came in and said if Mo was going to get off, he wanted it too.

“Oh honey, you know being the meat in a sex sandwich is a dream come true for me. So, they flipped a coin and Mike got to fuck me and I took Mohammad in my mouth. Oh God, Tom, it was so good. I wish you could have been there, really."

Hearing her tell the story in all it's lascivious, gooey details gave me chills as I returned to the scene I watched. She is a beautiful woman, and her ass is damn near perfect. Watching those men devour her, hearing the moans and the sloshing of cocks in her mouth and cunt was such a turn on and I was getting juiced up again as she told me about it.

Watching my wife fuck other guys was like the best porn ever … I don’t have to imagine what it’s like to fuck the woman in the porno: I get to do it regularly. What a lucky guy I am, I thought as my cock grew harder in my pajamas.

I told her I wasn't sure if I was really jealous or mad when we got home from the party, or was I using it as a fantasy to have an excuse to ravish her asshole. She loved it. I loved it. Maybe we should try that role playing again. No harm, no foul, I thought.

“It was so hot when you took me like that, calling me a whore, telling me you didn’t want sloppy seconds in my pussy, so you needed to bang my ass,” Delaney said. “If that’s the way you take me after I fuck other men, there’s gonna be a lot more fucking going on.”

I found myself getting more and more turned on as we talked on the phone.

“Tom, I don’t want to go around behind your back. But it felt good when Mohammad shot his hot load in my mouth. Did you see the size of his cock! I mean, I love your dick, honey, but he has a horse cock on him that I can't seem to forget about."

I heard her breathing increase, and I knew she was getting turned on.

"Is this talk making you as horny as it's making me?" I asked, rubbing my cock and looking over my shoulder to make sure I was still alone. "Because my cock is about ready to explode, thinking about you getting stuffed by other men."

Delaney gasped at my comment.

"Oh, fuck, Tom, I am so fucking horny right now. I really wish you were here to lick me and fuck me. My pussy is so wet, and my fingers are feeling oh so good on my ... ahh, ohh," she trailed off, lost in thought as she neared an orgasmic peak.

It was now my turn for a confession.

"Well, since we're on the subject, I need to tell you about last night," I said into the phone as Delaney continued to rub her well-lubricated privates. I told her about Susan and our mutual masturbation. I told her, just like her, it just happened so fast, our libidos took control of our senses, and we came all over each other. I told her about how hot it was to see Sue squirt as she exploded on the sofa and how I squirted my cum from her head to her crotch in an eruption that made my toes curl. I was breathless as I finished the story, my cock hard as concrete and my balls begging for release. I waited for a response.

"Wow, Tom, that makes me so damn hot," my dear wife gasped. "I'm going to cum right now. Right. Fucking Now!" and I heard her squealing and the squishing sound of her hand battering her engorged clitoris. "Ahhh, damn you, Tom. I love you so much."

I was squeezing my cock through the material of my PJs, thinking of my naked, petite wife flailing on our bed while I described a scene of debauchery. The pot of cum in my balls was churning. I was rocking back and forth on the patio chair, my stiffness rubbing against the lush feel of my velour nightwear. I grunted as my balls ached. I felt a flow of cream rising up my dick. Delaney was cussing into the phone as her climax continued.

As her breathing calmed down, I realized I had cum in my pajamas. My crotch was wet, and my cock was throbbing. I touched my cock through the soft material, and it throbbed. More cum oozed from the slit as I bit my lip to not alert Susan to my sex play on her patio.

"Delaney," I said in a kind whisper. "I love you so much. Thank you for exploring life with me. We're good together."

"And we're good apart," she said. "I mean, I trust you when we're apart and I hope you trust me. I'll always come home to our bed and know it is the best place for me."

I shifted in my seat as the gooey semen began to form a crust and my cock was sticking to the material. Delaney said she needed to get a shower before heading to the office for an "emergency" staff meeting. On a Sunday, I thought? I bet the emergency had something to do with Mohammad's horse cock. I was happy for her as she discovered new turn-ons. She promised to let me know all the details. She wished me well, too.

"And Tommy Boy," she said, using the playful name she had for me when we were doing something naughty, "if you and Susan want to take it up a notch, I know you won't regret it and you have my blessing. Maybe take some pictures."

The phone went dead, and I thought, wow, what a lucky man. I got up for a new cup of coffee and saw that Susan was a call herself. She was seated on the sofa with her nightgown open, showing off that body I was just beginning to fully appreciate. My sticky cock stirred again, and I knew this was going to be one hell of a Sunday.

Inside, I motioned toward the shower and crossed the room. Susan took her mouth away from the phone.

"Looks like you've had a little accident in your pants, friend. I take it you and Delaney made up!

"I'm talking with Sandy and she's planning to join us for brunch and football later today. Won't that be fun?"

I hurried to the bath, wondering where this wicked weekend was headed next.