Once they found out the truth, what would they do about it?

I’ve been married to my beautiful wife for two years now. She was my high-school sweetheart, and is my one true love. Karen is a spunky five feet four and totally hot. She’s very ath­letic and can hold her own on the softball field, even against guys. It’s her favorite way to stay in shape, and she currently plays on two teams. I also play on one of those teams. And that’s where my story starts.

We were getting ready to take the field for what we hoped would be the last half-inning of a double­head­er we were winning when one of the guys, Sean, suggested that we all get togeth­er after the game to have some beers. We were playing a team we were tied with for the division championship and we had the lead by two runs, with Karen pitching. It was a big game—if we won, we would go on to the state finals. Sean said we deserved to celebrate whether we won or not, and we all agreed it was a great idea, then took the field.

I gave Karen a quick kiss and a smack on the ass and told her to do her thing. She struck out the first batter.Sweet! The second batter hit a ground ball to third but beat out the throw. The next batter hit a single, so now we had runners on first and second with the winning run up at the plate with only one out. Karen is very cool under pressure, so I wasn’t worried—well, not too worried. Boom, she struck out the next batter.

With two outs and the pressure mounting, their home-run hitter was up next. You could hear a pin drop when he swung at the first pitch—strike one! Next pitch, foul tip—strike two! Holy shit, we could actually do this! Next pitch, swing and a miss—strike three! We did it! Karen did it! We won! We won the division and were going for the state championship!

After the traditional good-game handshakes with the other team, we picked Karen up and hoisted her on our shoulders, screaming and thanking her for an amazing inning. Once the hoopla settled down, it was off to our favorite watering hole to celebrate.

In the car Karen playfully smacked my arm and said I was a pig. I asked her what she was talking about. She said, “You know what I’m talking about. Rubbing your fingers over my pussy and pressing on my clit while I was on your shoulders.”

“Uh, no, that wasn’t me.”

“You’re kidding me,” she said, not really believing me.

“No I’m not, babe,” I said. “I swear to you. So someone was feeling you up, huh? I’m not rightly sure how I feel about that.”

“What does that mean?” she shot back. “How could you not know how you feel about some other guy touch­ing my pussy?”

And it had to be a guy who diddled Karen because the only other girls on the team weren’t there that day. I was indexing the whole roster in my head trying to pick out who I thought would be ballsy enough to do that, and came up with either Sean or Gil. They both perved after Karen ­before we got married, and I wouldn’t put it past either of them to grab an op­portu­nity to get a quick feel.

I didn’t say anything to Karen, though, and just let the issue die. Just then a song she loves came on the radio, and it seemed to take her mind off of the subject.

Five minutes later we were pulling into the parking lot of the bar. We all celebrated hard and relived the game over and over, especially Karen striking out the heavy hitter for the final out. We clinked glasses in her honor and did some shots. We were all getting pretty wasted. Not falling-down drunk, but we all had a nice buzz going.

Suddenly Karen suggested we play a game of truth. This is when someone asks a question of a person and they give their answer, and the rest of the group has to decide whether or not the person is telling the truth. If they are, then the person who asked the ques­tion has to do a shot. If it’s decided they’re lying, then the liar has to do a shot. We’ve played a few times before and discovered we’re all a bunch of liars! But it’s all in fun.

Mark started the game off asking Sal if he ever thought of fucking the barmaid. Darcy’s a good friend of ours, and when she heard the question, she threw her bar rag at Mark and told Sal he’d better be truthful. He answered yes, and we all knew that he was telling the truth. Honestly, it was a wasted question. Everybody knew that Sal had been trying to get under Darcy’s skirt since the first day we went to the pub. So Mark took a shot. And Sal took a kiss from Darcy.

The game went on like that for a while. When it came to my turn, I looked at Karen, gave her a wink and said, “Sean, were you the one who groped my wife’s pussy while she was on our shoulders this afternoon?”

Karen spit her beer up across the table, and Sean immediately turned beet red! We all laughed while Karen tried to clean up and compose herself. She reached across the table and slapped me. There were wolf whistles, and the guys started hitting the table chanting, “Answer the question! Answer the question!” It was quite a show.

Sean looked as though he wanted to crawl under the table—for a second. Then, as casually as if I’d asked him what time it was, he said, “Damn right I did.”

If Karen had been sipping her beer just then, there would have been another mess to clean up. Her face turned bright crimson, and she looked at Sean with her mouth wide open, staring in disbelief. There were more whoops and hollers from the crowd, and since everyone believed him, the rules said I had to take a shot. I took two! And the game con­tinued. What could I say? Karen looked at me, and then we both shrugged our shoulders. It was over—no harm, no foul.

As the party broke up, Karen, Sean and myself were the last of the gang to call it quits. Karen surprised the shit out of me by inviting Sean over for a nightcap. Before he accepted, he wanted to apologize for his actions. He said he didn’t mean to let his hands wander and hoped we understood. Call me crazy, but if the woman you admitted to touching inappropriately just asked you over for a nightcap, I would have to say I think she/we were over it. So I called him a dick and told him to shut up. That’s our “go” sign for all is fine.

Sean took his car, so Karen and I talked on the drive home. She asked if I was really okay with Sean and what he did. I said yes and asked, was she mad that I wasn’t mad at him? She said no, and added that all this talking about it and finding out who it was had really turned her on. I looked at her and asked what she meant.

“Well, I’m a woman,” she said, “and any woman loves to know that she turns men on. Hear me out! I love you madly, you know that, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel awesome to know that Sean wants to touch me. Does that make sense to you?”

“Well, yeah,” I said, “but are you saying you liked that he touched you?”

“Let’s just say it made me hot,” she said. “I mean, I thought it was you, remem­ber? And you know how ­sensitive my pussy is. But when I found it wasn’t you, well, I kinda got excited. Like, total tingling in my cunt. Ohmygod, does that piss you off?”

I was taking in everything Karen said, and when she asked that last question I had to question what I was feeling. Arousal! Holy shit, I was getting turned on by the fact that my wife liked knowing that another man touched her pussy! How freakin’ bizarre is that? This was new to me, for sure! Feeling like I had nothing to lose, I asked her if there was anything she wanted to do about her feelings. Did she want to pursue them? Maybe do some sexplora­tion with Sean?

By the time we made it home, we had explored this whole situation and set up a few ground rules. We made sure we still loved each other (that’s a joke!), and decided we would—as a couple—see if our friend Sean wanted to have sex with Karen while I watched.

If anyone would have told me I would ever let another man touch my wife, for sure I would have beat the crap out of them. Yet now here I was setting up the whole scenario—all to take place in my very own home! Wow!

Karen and I wasted no time. Sean was happy to come over the next night, and we went right after him as soon as we handed him a drink. Naturally he thought that we were full of shit and backed away. Karen wasn’t giving up that easily, and as she made her way to him, she took off her shirt. He looked away and told her to stop. Then he looked at me as if I was going to come over to him swinging.

When he saw me smiling, his demeanor changed. “You guys are fucking se­rious, aren’t you?” he said.

“Hell, yes!” I answered.

Karen jumped in. “Sean, we’ve never done anything like this before. All that talk in the bar and finding out that you touched me in such a way got me really horny. Tony and I talked the whole ride home and discovered that this was something we wanted to try, together. Now you’re here, and we want to know if you’d like to fuck me while he watches us. So Sean, will you? Will you fuck my hot pussy while Tony watches?”

Whoa! Did my punctilious wife really just say that to our friend? By God, she absolutely did! Hot damn, she’s sexy when she talks filthy!

And with that, the clothes came off, and soon the bod­ies started getting sweaty with all the humping, sucking and fucking that was going on. Sean’s cock was a little shorter than mine but noticeably thicker, and when Karen went down on him, her mouth was spread wider than I’d ever seen. I found it an incredibly erotic scene.

When Sean shouted out that he was about to come, Karen stopped him just before he did. Quickly, he placed her on the kitchen table, pulled up a chair and set about eating her pussy till she was on the verge of climax—several times! It was unbelievable how uninhibited she was, screaming and grabbing at his head, demanding that he suck her clit, lick her lips and swallow her juices.

Meanwhile my cock was like a brick. Even after my first load blasted off, my missile remained steel-hard. This was like nothing I could have imagined in my wildest dreams.

Just when I didn’t think things could get any hotter, Sean bent Karen over the couch and pummeled her round ass while spanking her glorious orbs. She bellowed an announcement of her impending orgasm and made me come to her so she could suck on my cock while she got hammered from behind. I didn’t expect to be so intimate a part of their coupling, but I wasn’t about to decline!

Almost as soon as Karen clamped down on my girth, Sean yelled that he was about to let loose. That set me off, and I warned Karen that I was ready to shoot too. Then it happened! Sean groaned and grabbed hold of Karen’s hips as he unload­ed in her pussy, and my cock shot off in her mouth. She didn’t miss a drop of it. Her body jerked uncontrollably as she rode a climax that left her breathless and still spasming as Sean’s cock slipped from her cunt.

While we calmed down, Sean wanted to make sure we were all still cool and still friends. He wasn’t expecting this at all, he said, but it was a night that he would always remember. He also assured us that this would be strictly between us. He wouldn’t speak a word to anyone about it. We thanked him for his understanding and also for providing such a sensational first experience for us. Karen thanked him particularly with a kiss that had his legs buckling.

As we said good-bye, Sean gave me a handshake and gave Karen a peck on the cheek. He also said, “Oh, by the way . . . uh, for the record, it wasn’t me who rubbed your pussy. But I’m sure glad I said it was.” And he kept on laughing all the way to his car. Karen and I just stared at him as he walked away. Once again I called him a dick, then shut the door.

Karen and I went over and over again the details of what had just transpired, then fucked like animals again. When we were totally satiated, Karen said, “You know what this means, don’t you?”

“What what means?”

“Well,” she said, “it wasn’t Sean who touched me.”

“Okay,” I said, “so where are you going with this?”

“Well, calling Sean out for doing that and then ending up the way we did because of it was awesome, right?”

“Totally awesome, yes!” I said. “And—”

“Well, that means there’s someone else on the team who finds me attractive,” she said. “I think it’s only right that we find out. Don’t you?” She had a slutty twinkle in her eye.

“Oh, I see,” I said, smiling back. “You’re absolutely right. But how do we find out? There were 13 other guys there.”

“Hmm, that is a problem,” she said. “I guess we’ll just have to play that truth game again, and keep playing it as long as necessary. Look how well it worked before.”

We’ve been working our way through the roster ever since. We’re thinking that after the state championship, if we win, we give the other team Karen as a consolation prize. Aw hell, she’ll do them even if we win!

—T.H., Orlando, Florida