Only At Parties

ONLY AT PARTIES by Throne My wife Janis cheats on me. She doesn't do it often, doesn't make any effort to hide it from me. It's simply that when we go to a party she has a few drinks, gets into a lustful mood, and starts looking for a man to screw her. Once she finds one it's not hard for her to get him. You see, my wife is a sexpot, sexbomb, sexqueen -- whatever term you want to use. She's all big tits and wide ass, with a sweet face and long red hair. Anyway, we went to a party three weeks ago. It was typical. Let me describe it to you. The two of us arrived at eight, right on time. The get-together was at the home of a co-worker of mine. There were already two other couples there. Janis gravitated to one of the wives and began talking about recipes and TV shows, stuff like that. She was still untouched by liquor and wouldn't think of checking out the men. The next time I saw her she had a pina colada in her hand and had already loosened up some. She was lovely in a clinging black dress and matching pumps, the conservative outfit set off with a few tasteful pieces of jewelry. But when the alcohol hits, her body language changes, she seems to invite male attention. Her face alters too, her eyes more active and a smile always playing around the corners of her sensual mouth. By the time she finished her first drink several more couples had arrived, along with a few singles. Janis was eying a guy from our computer department, a new hire who was not only very smart but handsome and personable. She started her second drink and was suddenly no longer interested in chatting with any of the ladies. When the snacks were put out my wife made a point to arrive at the table at the same moment as her target. I knew him slightly. His name was Randy and he fell easily into conversation with her. Janis is 24 and I'm 28. I'd say he was a few years younger than her. Of course I felt pangs of jealousy but, knowing my wife, understood that I couldn't prevent the inevitable. Twenty minutes later they were in a corner having an intimate conversation, her fingers stroking the lapels of his sportscoat. He put his hand on hers and held the contact for several seconds. She leaned toward him and whispered something, followed by her tongue sliding across her lips. He brightened and said something back to her. Janis next told him, I knew, that she was married but that we had an 'understanding'. Yeah, I understood that she was going to spread her legs for some guy everytime we went to a party. She had told me that she couldn?t help it, didn't want to stop, and I should relax and enjoy it. When I asked her how I was supposed to do that she explained that it was a big compliment to me that other guys found her so attractive. Besides, as she loved to point out, after getting laid by a new man she became oversexed for months to follow. So I had come to accept it. After all, it did benefit me and she was never blatant about what was happening. I saw the two of them slip outside through the back door. Waiting a minute, I quietly followed to peek at them through a window. They were standing in the moonlight, kissing passionatly, his hands all over her. Then they went further, back into the deep shadows alongside the garage. I slipped outside and found an equally dark spot and squatted down, able to see but not be seen. She got his pants unzipped and his cock out. He was about average size, like me, but she couldn't keep her hands off his tool. Then she pulled up the front of her dress and he slid down her panties. She stepped out of them with one foot and left them around the other ankle, so they were out of the way but wouldn't get lost. Janis knows what she's doing. In short order he had his cock inside her and they were doing it standing up. It was exciting to watch, even though it was my wife and I was being cheated on. I'll admit that I got hard, like I have everytime this occurred, right from the first instance. As their passion mounted, so did mine, except that they got to finish -- together -- and I saved myself for later. They exchanged several more kisses and then got themselves covered up and checked each other to make sure they didn't look like they'd just -- well -- screwed their brains out standing up. I preceeded them back into the party. It hadn't been that long and I don't imagine anyone even noticed our absence or, if they did, was suspicious. Janis had one more drink during the evening but, once she had hooked up with a guy and gotten what she needed, she wasn't as interested in drinking. It was a nice party. I talked a little shop with a fellow who was on loan to our company from someone we were doing business with. It's funny but I knew he wasn't my wife's type. He was out of shape and he dominated conversations. Then people started leaving and, after about half of them were gone, we went too. At home I found myself extremely horny. No big surprise there. I had, after all, watched two people have very enthusiastic sex. And now it was my turn. Janis slipped out of her clothes in the bedroom. I followed and found her naked on her back on the bed. She looks like a nymphette at those times. I tore off my clothes and knelt between her legs. She smiled up at me. "I had a fantastic time out in their backyard tonight. That guy really pumped me. Now I'm ready for more, but slower and gentler. I'm still nice and lubed up from his cum. Do you want your dirty wife?" She got me overexcited talking like that. I pushed partway into her. "You know I do. I'm going to make you cum again." "I know." She rolled her hips. "Get busy, lover." We had terrific sex. I took my time, the way she wanted, and it was great for both of us. Ahead for me there's a lot more screwing because, like I mentioned, she stays in the mood for months after one of her party encounters. That works out perfectly this time because, by the time she slows down, there's going to be another party scheduled. At our house. Planned by me. I know I can't change the situation so I might as well enjoy it. 52290 1.85/512345