My Mistake With Amy

Written by The Rook / Oct 10, 1999


My Mistake with Amy By The Rook Copyright 1998

I do love my wife Amy. She is beautiful with a slender body and an ass that men do stare at. If I had one wish it would be that she'd be more open with sex. In otherwords, I wanted a slut in bed! Even after six years of marriage she would not suck my cock. Not even with great begging. She thought is was 'wrong' and not needed for love making. But I wanted to FUCK. By the way, she hated that word. She thought it was demeaning.

Anyway, I love Amy.

One night we had an office happy hour party. Afterwords, Amy and myself had invited a few of our friends over to our house for more drinks. Amy had a lot to drink as did I. But after an hour she passed out on our sofa. Though I was a little embarressed with the little slush act she put, I didn't mind. When everyone had left I stared at Amy who looked so helpless on the sofa. And being the horny guy I was I wanted to have some fun with my wife. I took off her blouse, bra and skirt - leaving her with just her panties. I then pulled down my pants and took my hardening cock and pushed it inside her mouth.

Oh what I was missing!

I could not believe what I was denied. Amy looked so wonderful, not necessarily beautiful, but wonderful with a dick between her lips. After several thrusts I lowered myself and pulled her panties aside and helped myself to her snatch. I gave it to her several times before feeling by balls ache to cum. Then I wanted to do something else. Cum in her mouth!

Yes! Yes! I was going to do it. I pulled my cock out and led it to her soft mouth.

Then, I ... CAME!

I saw my streams of white cum disappear into her throat. It felt so primal. So good! Damn good! Finally I got to use my wife what a woman is good for. SEX!

But my trickery wouldn't end there. I decided I would leave her on the couch as she was, with the taste of cum in her mouth. I picked up my things and went to bed.

The next morning - early morning, I heard Amy rush to the bathroom and start the shower. I smiled with great curiousity wondering what she would say. Would she accuse me of taking advantage of her while she was drunk? What would I say?

After Amy was finished showering, she was covered only in a towel. We said "good morning" to each other, and I saw that Amy was about to ask me a question, but I went first.

"So did you see our friends off last night, dear?" I asked.

Amy looked coy, "Uh, say again?" she replied.

"I felt sick. Too much drinking I think. Anyway I went to bed early and left you to entertain our guests. Don't you remember?"

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah." she answered. She then turned her back to me, "Everything went well."

The following days Amy was very quiet. I knew she was wondering what had happened that night. But she never said anything. I tried to have sex with her but she kept brushing me off.

"You can't let all that frustration build up." I told her.

But she sighed at me, "Don't worry about it. I'll handle it."

That weekend we hosted a large party at our house. We invited friends, which in turn invited their friends. Therefore we had a lot of people at our home which we never met. Again, Amy was hitting the drinks, more than usual. Maybe she was trying to mask the sexual guilt inside. But I knew and enjoyed it a bit. At the end of the night, when all our guests had left, Amy was passed out in our bed. Feeling horny again (which was easy since I've hadn't had real sex with Amy in two weeks) I decided to play one more prank on her. I carried Amy off our bed downstairs in the basement where we had a spare bedroom. I stripped off her clothes and layed her on her side. I then took a small glass of whiskey and poured all over body so she would smell like liquor when she awoke. Afterwards I stood back and jacked myself off until I came on her face and into her hair.

She looked like a total slut!

But wait. I remembered, I had one more thing to do.

That evening when I bought some beer at the drug store, I had bought a package of condoms. I already knew what I wanted to do with them! I opened up two packages and stuffed one condom into her pussy and the other - I shoved into her ass!

Total slut!

That is what I wanted in my bed. Feeling my head spin, I returned upstairs and crashed into bed with great anxiety. Would this open my wife up?

The next morning I heard Amy climb up the stairs. I peered my eyes slightly and watched Amy march through our bedroom into the bathroom carrying a pair of stretched condoms. Soon I heard the toilet flush. I sat up in my bed and waited for Amy to finish showering. When she opened the door I expected to see her wearing that towel with a confused look. But no.

She was wet and naked! And Amy had that serious look on her face.

"Hi honey. Did you have a good time last night?" she asked me.

"Sort of. I drank too much again."

She nodded her head and started dressing. Not a word was said about last night. And I did not ask.

That night in bed I thought she would be open to my advances. But I was brushed off again. So I turned over and fell asleep frustrated.

But in the middle of the night, about 2 am, I heard Amy get up, grab some things from her drawer and leave the room. A moment later, I heard the car take off. Where was she going?

It wasn't until 6 when she returned. I saw her take her clothes off and climb back into bed with me. Smelling like men's cologne!

Amy and I hardly spoke for the next three days. I knew she was changing. I never did catch her leaving in the middle of night on me again. Maybe it was just a one night thing. To take care of her frustrations.

Then I remember the night I returned from work. I found Amy sitting in the dark sobbing. I closed the front door and went to her on the sofa.

"I've changed, honey." she told me.

"How? What do you mean?"

"I'm not the same woman. I'm different now."

"What do you mean different?" I asked.

"I don't know how to tell you. I just know I think I'm liking what I'm turning into. But I'm sad on how to tell you."

Then I told her that I loved her and she could tell me anything.

Amy then pulled out a video tape and handed me a piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

"Here. Watch this. If you still want to see me, call that number."

Then she stood, grabbed her purse and walked out the door.

After a couple of stunned minutes, I placed the tape in the VCR and watched the video as it came to life.

It was a home movie, with home movie qualities. And there, in the center of attention was my wife, naked!

Oh no! She was naked and surrounded by several naked men.

Then came a feminine voice, "What do you want Amy?" she asked.

Amy replied, "I need to get fucked! Bad! I need to know what its like being a slut!"

The feminine voice giggled and cheered her on. One of the men asked her if she "sucked dick". She answered "Yes. Yes I do."

I shook my head, "No dear. You don't. You don't!"

But I was forced to watch my loving wife drop to her knees and grabbed a strange cock and forced it in her mouth. The men roared. Amy slurped. The camerawoman cheered. The gang fuck began. For the next two hours I saw Amy ravaged by at least 8 men. She got fucked in every way possible. She begged and begged some more. The camerawoman threatened to call another 8 men to fuck her if she didn't 'slut out' more. Throughout the entire ordeal I had to watch these men cum into her mouth. One after the other. Each with a close up of Amy swallowing!

"Do you love cock?" The camerawoman asked.

"Mmmm, yes! I love cock! I love dick! Yes I love to FUCK!"

I couldn't believe she was using that word.

"FUCK!" she continued, "I love that word. I need to FUCK DICK!"

"That's it baby." camerawoman said, "A few more of these and you'll move up to whore!"

"Only a cheap whore!" some guy said.

And how did Amy react to that.

She giggled and nodded her head.

Then the camera view dropped to the floor and the last words I heard was, "That's it. Call eight more guys in here!"

Then the video went black.

With my hands trembling, I dialed that seven numbers.

I listened to the receiver.

Ring ...

Ring ...

Ring ...

Click, "Hello." A soft, strange feminine voice answered, "Easy Escort Service, this is Joy. How may I help you."


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