After New Year, life quickly returned to normal. My wife would be away for her first conference of the year in two weeks. She also had news from work. The meetings and this selling using sex were getting more popular. They were the only firm doing it, and the demand increased. This year, my wife would spend one out of every three weeks away, getting felt up and then later on getting fucked by Dick. Assuming Dick would be at all the conferences. Otherwise, we needed to find someone else to satisfy my wife without her leaving the hotel.

I knew my wife would love the increase in conferences. We had an arrangement where she could do what she liked there as long as I could watch as much as practical. She loved being available for men to grope and fondle in public, letting them do what they wanted. Then, when she was so turned on, she would take a man (Dick was the guy) back to her room, where he would treat her like a toy, fucking her as he wanted to. The release after that night lasted for around ten days when ordinary sex would keep her sated.

I was happy to watch her being taken; it turned me on so much. I was also pleased that her sexual demands were reduced for the ten days after she returned. I could cope with those, but as she moved into week two, she needed fucking a lot more than I was comfortable with. In the third week, the demands grew until I struggled to cope. The shorter span between conferences meant I never had to deal with almost constant sex from the time she got home until she fell asleep. She still needed sex once or twice a day, but I was pleased to provide that.

I still had regular message exchanges with Dick, and he was going to be at that conference in two weeks. It had been three months since he had fucked my wife and improved her blow-job skills. He was looking forward to spending all night in her room, given that the conference was too far away for me to attend. So, on Tuesday morning, I left for work, with my wife packing her bag until she returned on Friday afternoon. She pecked me on the cheek, told me that she would remember to make sure I could see the fun via camera, and I left.

I had got used to my wife hardly contacting me during conference weeks. The day's work on the stall was as intense as the dinner, and I found that Dick was supplying me with more information about what she was doing than she provided herself. For example, he sent me a picture of my wife at her stall, blatantly chatting up a prospective client. His hand was high on her thigh. Then he gave me another picture of my wife's costume for the dinner. Usually, the dresses were floor length, but this was just above the knee, with two massive slits and her tits practically falling out.

After the dinner, Dick said 'my cousin' was flirting heavily with a group of guys and had dragged them to the dancefloor. He felt that he might be missing out tonight. He sent a third picture of my wife surrounded by five guys, so closely that I struggled to see her. But I could see her hand half in someone's fly. Then there was a little gap with a somewhat cryptic message from Dick. 'WTF, have you changed your plans without telling me'. I didn't understand what he meant, especially when his next text said, 'I suppose there is no room number tonight.'

I had not been looking at the screen where the camera showed the room. I had it now set up in the den, cast onto a TV screen to see it in full detail. The laptop still recorded it all, but the view in real-time was spectacular, and I could sit on the sofa and wank myself off in comfort. As I looked, I could see the room lights come on, and voices talking as my wife and a guy came into view. I was a little surprised because she had told me that she was looking forward to Dick fucking her as he was so big.

As the guy came into full view, I understood it all. I was looking at my cousin Karl. The real one waved at me and told me his new job was in the local town, and he could not resist hooking up. He knew about the camera and told me they could have gone to his place, but he wanted to share my wife. We both knew she preferred him fucking her and me watching, so everyone was a winner. When I got over the shock, I turned on my microphone, and we had a short chat. After a few minutes, he told me to text Dick the room number; I was going to get the watch of my life.

As I fumbled and sent Dick a text, they explained that Karl had found out where the conference was, and because he could drive his training schedule, they could combine work with pleasure. Now I needed to shut off the microphone and watch the show because Dick was at the door. I was a little worried. The story we had woven around Karl managed to keep me involved in the sex to some extent. If Dick discovered I was the husband, he might cut me out of the chain altogether. I would lose any contact with my wife at conferences.

I need not to have worried. Dick had not seen me in the flesh for four months, and we had only met twice. Both times, his concentration was focused on my wife. I had already shared that Karl and I passed off as twins growing up. As he chatted to the genuine Karl, he didn't notice that it was a different person. He was, of course, distracted by the sight of my wife naked and sitting on Karl's cock. Dick soon lost a reason for him being there by being told to strip off. Karl was thanking him for improving her blow-jobs. Why didn't she demonstrate how good she was?

Within a few minutes, Dick was naked, and my wife's nose was touching his belly button, that big cock entirely inside her mouth and throat. Karl went on to explain that 'his cousin' had demonstrated what moves Dick had used in October and how Dick had taken control of her. They had been practising over Thanksgiving, and Karl was looking forward to the pair of them using the slut (as he described my wife from then on) for their pleasure. Of course, the slut got pleasure from being used, but they should not care about that.

Dick started to nod his head in agreement and, at the same time, grabbed hold of my wife's head in both hands and pulled her on and off his cock. Spittle started to spray everywhere, mixed with Dick's precum, I should think. In no time at all, Dick was breathing as heavily as my wife was as she was face-fucked. I could not see his face, but Karl was smiling at him as he slowly fucked my wife. I heard, 'Go, man, fuck that face. I can feel her coming,' as suddenly Dick roared and increased the pace of his hands. My wife was a rag doll between them as he came,

He pulled my wife off, grabbing his cock in one hand and spraying rope after rope over her face, in her hair and dripping down on her tits. He told Karl he had been saving that since he got to the conference. He had wanted to fill her pussy, but spraying her face was better. Karl replied with some positive encouragement, and they both were laughing and joking as my wive convulsed in the most intense orgasm I'd ever seen her have. Karl didn't stop. He grabbed her hips and fucked her wildly as her body thrashed, and Dick's come flew all over the room.

Karl walked into the bathroom and returned with a towel. He threw it to my wife, who was slowly returning to normality. Karl had slowed the pace and was chatting away to Dick as he did so. Listening to the conversation, I'm sure he thought Karl was the guy he had met four months ago (me) and had no idea he wasn't. I breathed a sigh of relief because I wanted Dick to keep sending me text messages. They genuinely seemed happy to share my wife and were discussing ways that they could use the slut to stretch her boundaries.

I struggled with this because I was a little worried it might get out of control. But on the other hand, I knew my wife would love to be used by these two big cocks, and I was looking forward to watching it. I intended to record and watch it until it was finished because I thought it would never happen again. So, by way of demonstration, Karl pulled my wife back on top of him in reverse cowboy. He told Dick to keep hold of the towel and started to slap my wife's clit, just like he had done at our house at Thanksgiving.

It wasn't long before the slut was squirting again, more intensely and for longer than last time. Certainly longer than the three times I had managed to get mini-squirts from her. Dick suggested he take over the slapping and kept her squirting and jackknifing in pleasure for a while. He was a little more forceful than Karl and much more accurate. He even stood to one side, so I saw the whole thing in panorama. My wife, the slut was in seventh heaven. I had never seen her have so much pleasure. Even more than being spitroast in public on New Year.

This was just the beginning of the best bit of porn that I have ever seen. Made better by the fact my slut of a wife was the one central stage, and loving every second of it. They took it in turns fucking her pussy. Then they spitroast her on hands and knees on the bed, them standing on the ground and hammering into both ends without mercy. I knew I could never use my wife like this. I'm not sure I had it in me at all with any woman. With the woman that I loved in the middle, never. Karl was mindful of the camera, working out my view and often smiling when Dick wasn't watching.

Eventually, they opened up her ass and took turns to lie on the bed, have the slut ride them, and the other took her in the ass, pushing her forward. When they got a good rhythm and pace going, she was overpowered, being pulled and pushed into orgasm after orgasm. She was so loud Karl pulled out, found one of his socks and stuffed it in her open mouth before resuming the ass fucking. When one of them came, and the other fucked my wife slowly until the other could go again. Eventually, my wife was sated.

It took hours, but eventually, my wife told them she was done; she needed to sleep now. Dick got dressed and left the room, but Karl stayed in bed until the morning. I went upstairs to bed. I had been unable to get erect for a couple of hours. I had wanked myself silly. It hurt to hold my cock. When I woke, I got up and went downstairs to see if they were fucking this morning. I was on time. My wife was sitting in reverse cowboy, playing with her clit and nipple. Giving me the full view. She seemed glad I had seen her, as she had some news for me.

Karl was staying in a nearby hotel, and she would change her flight home. She would then go directly to work and see me on Monday night. At first, I was crestfallen before Karl told me he would ensure the laptop and camera were set up in his room. I could watch them fucking all afternoon. I watched my wife get off my cousin, cum dripping down her leg. I was so horny at that moment I grabbed my sore cock and still wanked myself off despite the pain. I went to work and tried to be as normal as I could, knowing my wife would be fucking someone else all weekend.

The more I thought about it, the better I understood. I had watched those two guys with big dicks fuck my wife to a standstill. I'd never manage that, even when I had shared her with them individually. It was always me that gave up first. I would watch and record and have time over the weekend. Go to the gym, go for a beer and watch the sex on my phone at any time. That was great, headphones on, whilst on the treadmill, hearing Karl pull orgasm after orgasm out of my wife. I ran some of my fastest times that weekend.

On Sunday afternoon, they explained that Karl's job was all over the country, and he drove which teams he went to and trained each week. He and my wife had gone out for lunch and worked out their diaries, and Karl could manage to be at thirteen conference dinners that year, leaving me three to attend, the ones closest to our home. I was pretty happy getting some sense of normality without the sexual demands of my wife that weekend. The more I thought about it, the better it worked out.

She would have a conference and stay with Karl all weekend every third week. My wife would return fully sated, and we had a nice sex life for the second week before it got a bit more intense in the third. Repeat fifteen times. I got to have the level of sex I needed; my wife got fucked to a frazzle often enough to keep satisfied and, more importantly, not leave me. My cousin got some decent sex, but there was a twist. It turned out that at each conference, there were a couple of local hostesses to help. They were meeting one tonight for a threesome, and I could watch.

I was looking forward to it after the initial ache that I might be losing her had gone. Ww could go dancing some nights to spice things up as well