Sherry and I have been married for 6 years.  We are happy together.  We have a fairly liberal relationship, but not what you’d call ‘Swingers’. Sherry has had a few ‘boy-friends’ since we got married. We talked about fidelity before we got married. 

       I told her that I expected her to be ‘off the market’.  She agreed that was she expected too.  I told her that I expected men to be attracted to her, to flirt with her.  Guys do that.  She agreed.  I told her that she could fuck them if she wanted to with two conditions.  The first was the she had to be honest about it, tell me who she was with and what they did.  Secondly, she had to know where home was, when she was done she needed to come home, family would never take second place to a ‘strange-lay’.  Sherry was stunned.  She objected.  I told her I was just saying, and left it at that.  I had opened the door, plowed the furrow, and planted the seeds. 

       About nine months after the wedding I got a text:

Be a little late getting home tonight.  Gonna stop at Bob’s for…

       I didn’t know what she meant at first.  Sherry came strolling thru the front door about 8 with a worried look on her face.

       “Did you get my text?”  She asked standing in front of me.  I was sitting on the couch watching a basketball game.

       “Yup.  I wasn’t sure what you were doing.”  I left to door open for an explanation.

       “Like you said before we got married….I stopped at Bob’s…well…we…we had sex.”  Tears filled her eyes.  “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have…”

       “We’re good.  I thought that was what was up, but I wanted you to say it out loud.  Did you have a good time?”  I asked standing to embrace my wife.

       “Of course,” She drew a deep breath in relief.  “I was so worried that you’d have forgotten what you said and hate me or something…”  She kissed me again.  “So you’re okay with this?”  She repeated.

       “Sure, but you have to tell me about it.  That’s the first condition.”  I reminded her.  She sat to the arm chair next to the couch and told me about it…all of it.  How Bob has been flirting with her for months, how she had put him off, how she had considered and remember our discussion before we were married.  She had been too embarrassed and afraid to say anything for the past few weeks.  Then he had caught her at a weak time at work…she had committed to stopping at his apartment.  She had tried to tell me, to ask if it was okay, but had not found the courage.  Then the day came…it was time to decided…she hoped that I had been honest and remembered what I had said, because she really wanted to meet Bob.  She had sent me the text but was not braved enough to admit even in a text that she was going to bed with Bob.  After the text had been sent she decided that she’d drive to his place and excuse herself, explaining that she was married, etc. 

       That decision gave her courage and determination…until she knocked on the door.  Anxiety and trepidation replaced courage and determination.  What was she even doing here?  Why had she even considered meeting Bob?  Guilt set in…a desire to run weld up…the door opened.

       Once inside she attempted to put him off explaining that this was mistake.  She was married.  She loved her husband.  Bob stood in front of a speechless Sherry.  She struggled to speak as he reached for the buttons of her blouse.  Sherry grasped his hand trying to say wait, but ended up naked on the floor…fucked…then in his bed riding his cock for all she was worth while he nibbled on her tits.  It was such a rush to have this man taking her clothes off.  Sherry got so excited that she did not want to control her passions.  She let him inside…the ‘strange’ of a new man atop of her ignited greater passions.  As the passions burned my wife kissed, sucked, and fucked with nothing but abandoned passion driving every moment. 

       Only afterwards, when her passions subsided did she find embarrassment at her own nakedness in this man’s bedroom.  Sorrow and remorse deepened as she hurriedly dressed.  Fear and desperation set in as she drove home.  Anxiety cloaked her somber countenance as she turned the door knob at her own home.  Desperation over powering sorrow set upon her as she stepped inside facing the husband she loved, hoping that he remembered his words, not condemning her for a betrayal he had previously condoned.

       How could she have done this?  Why had she done this?  She forced her self to stand in front of the man she loved.  She felt like she had betrayed thirty minutes ago.  Sherry drew a very difficult breath to speak.

       “Did you get my text?” She began…

       Relief set upon her when I had told her I was okay with her actions.  A flooding of emotion swept forth when she realized that nothing in her life or mine had really changed.  She was home, in her home.  I was here waiting for her.  She loved me.  I loved her.  We slept together and made love that night.  HER life had pretty much the same tonight as it had been last night.  She had fucked Bob rather than going to the lunch with the girls or to a movie with friends on the way home.  Yes, fucking Bob was MORE than lunch or a movie, but it had not disrupted or destroyed her home, her career, or her personal life.  She was okay.  I was okay.  We were okay.  Bob was okay.

       Sherry did Bob a few times before losing interest in him.  It was another six months before another man caught her interest.  A few times a year Sherry would fuck someone outside of our marriage.  She did not look for guys, nor did she run and hide when the occasion availed itself.  If they struck her fancy and the timing was right she indulge her passions.  She told me.  We fucked over it.  And the day dawned…

       Sherry has a few inhibitions sexually.  She will give you a great blow job.  She is not interested in being cum-shot in the face and she will not swallow.  She does not mind a good butt-fucking, but prefers a pussy pounding.  She does not enjoy crowds, not in her public life nor in her private, and not in her sex life…and three is a crowd.

       I asked several times for her to participate in the three-some.  She said no, without hesitation or insult, just no.  She doesn’t object to the idea of a twat on her lips, though she prefers a cock in her mouth.  Before we were married Sherry told me that in her freshman year of college she had ‘experimented’.  She and one of her roommates had a ‘thing’.  She liked the girl.  She had enjoyed Suzy’s attentions.  While she did not hesitate to do her part sexually…Sherry found that she definitely preferred a cock to a taco!  And if she did dine on tacos she wanted it clean, smooth and tidy.

       However, she truly does not want to watch me fuck some other woman, so two girls and a guy is out.  Simply put she is jealous and doesn’t want to deal with it.  Women can be catty and territorial.  Sherry isn’t interested in the drama, period.

       Sherry is not a control freak either, but she doesn’t want to feel over whelmed by events or people.  She is not timid or shy, but is not overt-ed either.  She enjoys a good one on one fuck session, but feels like with two guys one would always be distracting, poking about diverting her attentions from one or the other, interfering with any focus on her own pleasures.  After all why is she fucking except to enjoy herself?  Two creates a distraction, so two guys and a girl is out, also. 

       Last month as events occur in life, Sherry had a date at five just after work.  A good friend from a few years ago, he had moved away, called just before she left work wanting to get together.  She eagerly agreed to me him at six-thirty for a drink.  Sherry was home at nine.  She had fucked her date…fucked her friend twice…and come home to tell me about it.  I obliged her by drilling her again. 

       I got to thinking about things the next day.  Sherry had been fucked 4 times in five hours, by three different men.  Why not tag-team her??  I liked the idea!  She was NOT of a mind to do a three-some, but she had done a tag-team, with a few hours in between, sure, but still.  Maybe…

       She met her friend every night for the week he was in town.  Friday night she met her date from the other night again…then her friend…and me.  She had run the tag-team again!  I was crazy with the idea.

       “Honey, if you don’t want to do a three-some…why not a tag-team event?”  I asked too excited to be calm.  She seemed truly stunned.

       “What?!  What do you mean a ‘tag-team’?”  She spat back at me.

       “Well, you’ve met Jim, then Chris, and come home to me.  Twice now you’ve done three men in one evening.  Why not put that together just a bit more?”  I did not control my enthusiasm very well.

       “Yes.  But that was apart from each other, in different places, and hours apart.  I am assuming you are talking about one after another.”  She scowled.  “I’ve told you I don’t feel comfortable with so many men, so many cocks poking at me.  I’m not a slut…just because I…well…just because it’s okay with you.”

       “No, you’re not a slut.  You are my wife.  I would like to set it up.  I want to organize this.  Please consider it?”  I almost begged. 

       “Okay.  I’ll give it some thought.”  Sherry scowled at me as she walked out of the room.

       It was three weeks later as we sat watching TV after dinner.  Out of the blue…

       “I looked up the term ‘tag-team’ on the internet.”  She squinted at me.  “Who do you have in mind for this little orgy?”  She asked pointedly.

       “I was thinking of inviting some of your past ‘friends’.  You know them.  They know you.  No uncomfortable mystery…and one or two of my friends.”  I answered cautiously, not wanting to encumber my chance here.

       “Just exactly how many men are you expecting?”  Sherry looked squarely at me now.

       “Well, I figure not everyone I ask will want to participate.  Some will be intimidated; some will just want to be open about their relationship with you, marriage and all.  I’m thinking of inviting 8 to 10 and seeing who RSPV’s.”  I answered thinking aloud as I spoke.

       “So, let me get this right…YOU want to ‘run-a-train’ on ME, your wife with 6 or 7 guys?  That is what a ‘tag-team’ is, isn’t it!”  She said flatly.

       I choked.  It sounded bad.  I could see a flat refusal in my very near future…and maybe the couch for the week.

       “Uh…I guess so…when you put it that way…”  I stopped digging figuring the hole I was in was just about deep enough.

       “I’m not comfortable with the whole concept of ME running a train.  You are right.  I have had several different guys in one day.  I enjoyed the variety and the continuing sex.  I don’t feel like it will be too overwhelming as long as there is a bit of privacy during the ride and between riders.  So, IF you can make it private…one guy at a time without spectators…I’ll play your game.  It might be fun.  And when I say enough, that has to be enough, okay?”

       “Everyone gets at least one go, then it’s up to you when you want to stop.” 

       “Sounds fair enough,” Her nose wrinkled.  “Do you think some will want seconds?” 

       “I can’t imagine why not!”  Hump, she grunted, then she winked with a wry smile.

       I eagerly agreed!!  I sent out ten emails over the next three days.  From Sherry’s past boyfriends I had one definitely not, one maybe, and four you bet!    I invited a couple of my friends I was sure would come.  Counting me…that made enough for a good ride.

       Sherry catches the train at 7 PM tonight.  I’ve got Dan & his wife, Jerry, John, Greg, Bob, Jack, and myself.  I am disgusting!! I bought a spy cam to video the whole ride!  Then I figure the show will be good entertainment for the next to ride.  It’ll help keep things firm enough to perform.  Not to mention…well, I might want to enjoy the memory later…and Sherry might not agree to a do-over!

       At seven PM everyone was there…and four people I didn’t know.  I gave Sherry a puzzled look when the first new face walked in.  She just shrugged, nodded, welcomed the man and handed him a drink.  Sherry mingled with her guest sharing a drink or three.  At seven-thirty she took the bowl of her spoon clinking it against her glass, calling events to order.

       “Thank you all for your desires to share this particular event with me.  I am flattered.”  She giggled.  “I have to admit I feel a bit of trepidation with this.  I am glad that we all know each other.  Now you have all met my husband, the sponsor of this little get together.”  She held a toast to me. 

       “Here, here…”  They all toasted to my ambition.

       “Bob has agreed to help me with a little surprise for him.  I have given each of you a number.  Please try to keep to your turn, no cutting in line guys.  There’s enough for everyone!”  She giggled again.  “I’ll start with Dan’s wife.  She has agreed to give you something to keep your fantasies alive while you await your turn.  All I ask is that you visit me one at a time, or I will have to stop the train…which I will do at some point tonight.  Your pleasure is my mantra tonight.  Enjoy!”  She raised her glass in toast again.  All joined in…

       Sherry walked over to the closet, opened the door handing Bob a long length of cotton rope…and a home-made ball gag.  She had run a length of rope thru one of my wiffled golf balls. 

       

       “Follow me Hon.” I followed my wife to the bedroom.  Bob followed me.  “Strip and sit.”  She pointed to a kitchen chair w/arm rests.  We had two, one at opposite ends of the table.  She had placed in the corner.  I did as I was told.  Sitting naked in front of my wife she strapped the ball gag into my mouth and tied it behind my head.

       “Bob, tie him very securely to the chair.  I don’t want him to move his legs, arms, or anything…not a muscle.”  Bob proceed to oblige Sherry’s instructions.  He tied my ankles to the legs of the chair, then my knees, then he tied my wrists to the arm rests, and finally wrap or two around my chest securing me to the back of the chair.  When he was finished Sherry nodded to the door.  Bob left in silence.

       “Since you have pushed to have this, I wanted to make you sure have a front row seat.  You are going to WATCH your WIFE have a train run on her.  You set this up.  I am going to let every single one of the men out there ‘fuck me’ right in front of you.  Then ‘I’ am going to fuck every one of them that want seconds…”

       “I’ve got a surprise for Dan too.  He brought his wife to ride on MY train…She invited a few friends to the party too.  WE talked about things last week.  She’s going to run HER train next door.  Bob is going to give HIM a seat just like yours so HE can watch HIS wife riding her train. We are going to absolutely wear you guys out tonight!”

       

       “Oh, Annette told me about the camera.  You get to watch Annette’s train.  Dan will get to watch mine.  She and I will keep the recordings.  Are you ready to begin?”  She asked with a wink.

       I grunted… “Glad you agree.”  She strode from the room.  Bob walked to the guest room and waited.

       Sherry walked to the living room.  “Dan…”  She called to him.  Annette followed her husband quietly.  Dan held the number ‘one’ so he figured that he was just first.  Filled with testosterone he took little notice of his wife in toe.  Sherry stepped into the guest room.  Dan followed.  Bob stood by the chair.  Annette spoke from the doorway.

       “Sherry and I set this up for you last week.  I have invited several of my friends and yours, as you saw, to this little game.  YOU have pestered me about a threesome, so I took this opportunity to participate.  Strip and sit.”  Dan was stunned and puzzled but did as he was told. 

       “Bob will tie you to the chair.”  Annette waited until Bob as finished before installing his ball gag.  She had purchase a pretty red one for the event.  “Now I am going to run a train right here in front of you – just like Sherry is doing in the other room.  YOU are going to watch me fuck everyone that comes into this room tonight!  So enjoy the show.”

       Sherry walked back into the room followed by Annette and Bob.  Bob sat down took a sip of beer and waited.  Sherry clicked the TV on.  The camera flicked and the picture came up.  It clearly showed our bed just eschewed for good visibility of the action. 

       “Enjoy the show.”  She took Annette by the hand walking to our bedroom.  The two women disappeared inside our bedroom closing the door behind them.

       It took about fifteen minutes before Sherry and Annette entered our bedroom, hand in hand.  Sherry positioned herself in front of the camera before turning Annette about.

       Annette is a decent looking brunette in her mid thirties.  She has hazel eyes and a firm tight figure.  She is about 5’6” and well put together.

       Sherry is a good looking blond in her late twenties.  She has blue eyes and a youthful shapely figure.  Sherry is about 5’2” and very petite.

       The women kissed, long, deep and passionately.  Sherry took off Annette’s blouse.  Annette returned the favor.  They kissed again while Annette caressed my wife’s firm C-cup breasts.  Sherry took Annette’s pants down.  Annette removed my wife’s skirt.  Sherry removed Annette’s bra.  Annette has large C+ tits with dark areolas and large very erect nipples. Sherry suckled each tit before kissing Annette again.  Annette relished her aggression, before taking off Sherry’s bra.  My wife’s tits were ample, firm C’s with lightly colored areolas.  Her nipples were as tall and wide as Annette’s.  Annette rolled Sherry’s nipples between her fingers kissing my wife again and again.

       Sherry pressed Annette to the bed before removing her panties.  Annette sported a full brown bush.  Sherry spread Annette’s legs wide apart before retrieving a bowl, shave cream, and razor.  Gently she proceeded to remove every bit of pubic hair from Annette’s twat.  She spread baby oil about the smooth skin finger banging Annette to a noisy orgasm.

       Annette stood, laying Sherry to the bed.  Sherry let Annette spread her legs to full view of the camera.  Then she shaved Sherry’s light blond muff.  She spread cherry flavored oil over Sherry’s smooth mound.  Then straddling my wife’s face with her own snatch Annette began to kiss and suckle Sherry’s sex.  Sherry pulled Annette’s sex to her face and returned the pleasures.  Within a minute or two both women were writhing in orgasmic ecstasy.  Fulfilled they rolled apart catching a moments reprieve and rest.

       “Are you ready?”  Sherry asked quietly.

       “Not really!  But at least this started well.  Let’s do this again sometime!”  Annette stood walking towards the door.

       “I’m free next week.  Call me.”  Sherry got to her feet adjusted the bed and lay back down.  She took a small vibrator and began massaging about her labia while waiting for her first ‘rider’.

       Annette walked into the living room buck naked and beautiful!  “Enjoy the show?”  She asked as they guys stared at the TV.  They stared mouths agape at the naked woman.

       “Even numbers to the right, one at a time, and Odd numbers to the end of the Hall on the left; after each of you has ridden each of us you may take turns until we call it off.  Remember one at a time, please.  Sherry is waiting, number three follow me.” 

       Annette walked down the hall to her bed.  She lay on the bed inviting one of Dan’s friends to her.  In a flash his pants were off and he was on top of Annette.  Dan’s eye’s bulged as his cock disappeared into the soft under belly of his wife.

       The man holding the number two followed behind Annette and her first rider.  He opened the bedroom door as Annette walked past.  Sherry smiled inviting him to her bed.  She left the small vibrator to her side as he dropped his pants.  Without much fan-fair his long hard cock took aim at my wife’s pussy.  She took hold of the situation guiding him to her soft wet slit.  I watched as HIS cock slipped inside my wife.  Sherry’s eyes were closed.  HIS cock glistened with HER sexual wetness as he withdrew.  Then it disappeared into my wife’s body again…and again…and again.  Soon Sherry began to feel him.  She wrapped her legs up around his waist pulling him deeper into her body.  He grunted filling my wife’s body with HIS cum.  He pummeled away at her sex.  She came noisily in sounds I recognized as pure pleasure.

       I was jealous.  I was envious.  I was horny.  I was tied to the chair.  I watched him fuck my wife.  I heard the door down the hall open and close, footsteps and the door opened and closed again.

       He stood took a clean hand towel from the night stand and tossed it to Sherry.  Sherry wiped herself then took the vibrator to her labia waiting.  The door opened less than fifteen seconds after he had left.  The next rider took a few minutes to enjoy her tits before mounting my wife.  His cock disappeared into her body.  HIS cock glistened with her sex.  His cock disappeared again…and again…and again…HIS cum filled my wife’s body.

       A few seconds later the door opened to the next rider…and the next rider…and the next rider…  Then the door did not open.  Sherry waited for a full minute.  Then she got up and in silence left the room.  Annette was a few seconds behind.  The two women stood naked in front of the men.

       “Are you done…already?!”  Annette asked flatly.  The men just looked pathetically spent.  It was nearing nine-thirty.

       “I’d love to do one more ride but…I can’t seem to…you know…” 

       Sherry leaned over to Annette.  They embraced and kissed.  Sherry winked at Annette.  “I can’t seem to ‘you know’ either.”  She whispered in Annette’s ear.

       “Me either.  I’m glad their done.”  Annette whispered back.  They ushered the men to the door clearing the room.

       “You got one left for Dan?”  Sherry asked as they finished cleaning the kitchen.

       “Nope.  I figure He got what he wanted.  He can wait for a day or two till I’m recovered.”

       “Good idea.  I thought they’d never stop.  I lost track after the first four or five guys.  I’m tired and sore…and a mess.”  Sherry walked Annette back to the bedroom for her cloths.

       “Me too.  I don’t even want to see a cock for a few days.”  Annette and Sherry showered together, got dressed and stood in front of their respective husbands.

       “I’m gonna let you up now.  I’m tired and sore and don’t want anything to do with fucking you for a few days.  Did you enjoy the show?”  Sherry took the ball gag out.  My jaws ached. 

       “I didn’t think they’d ever quit fucking you!”  I coughed as she undid the ropes.  “Did you enjoy the train?”  I asked.

       “Yes…and no.  Let’s talk about it in a few days.  I need some time to recover, mentally and physically.  I’ve really been fucked up!”  Sherry was honest about things.

       I took nearly a week before she would even talk about things.  Then with a smile and a wink she said, “I had fun.  It was a bit much, but good.  I’m not sure I’d do it again…but not sure I wouldn’t either.”  So the door was not shut.  She handed me the CD of her train ride.  “No one sees this, but you.” 

       That was three years ago.  I have three CD’s in my collection.  Dan has two.