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“So - are you really up for fucking my wife?”

I had him on the phone. I had spent weeks going through swinger sites, dating sites, and Adult Friend sites.

It’s amazing what’s out there.

I posted a hidden cam picture of my lovely red-headed wife fucking me, and giving me head, and then of course, the classic ‘holy crap she’s actually pretty’ picture of her in a pretty summer dress.

I would banter back and forth with different guys, looking for someone who might be up for a little challenge. It’s funny how these sites seem to attract the bored male on evenings who hopes for an easy lay.

When I found a single guy, close to our age, who lived in the area, and seemed decently good looking, it was almost too good to be true. After a number of emails back and forth we devised a plan, I decided to just call him, to set something up.

Here I am. I’m reasonably successful, with a hot wife, who is naive, innocent, sheltered, and has no idea how hot she is. And, she is hot. I can’t believe how much girls’ moms can screw up their daughters - and I won’t get into that now, but my lovely wife now suffers from weird self-esteem issues, even though, she is consistently the most fit, most attractive, most head-turning red-head at any given place at any given time she is honestly caught up in never believing she is pretty.

In the bedroom, I’m clearly the most aggressive - given the self-esteem issues I mentioned before. I would bring up these fantasies of her picking up random guys and flirting with them. Raising these fantasies was a nice start. Then I would try to turn the volume up, and it would kind of stop there.

My fear has always been centered on the fact that my wife is very naïve. I am my wife’s first boyfriend. There have been times in our 10+ year marriage where this has been evident, but we work it out.

In a weird way, I honestly think that an affair would do her good.

This stranger and I hatched our plan.

I travel - a lot - for weeks at a time. Heather is a nurse, and we have young kids.

For setting up a seduction, I’m the perfect person to work with, because I have her schedule, and I knew which days she would be working late, and which days the kids would be at Grandma’s. I also know what her interests are, what she finds funny, and I would provide avenues that work to get past first base with her. I am the perfect wing man – I am the perfect inside guy. Armed with tips from me, a reasonably charming man should be able to get inside her panties and confirm that her pussy is as red as her hair.

Our plan was simple.

I would give her a heads up that my old pal, Joe, was coming over to drop off a golf club from when we were in University together. He would ‘conveniently’ come over when she would be home, without the kids, and because this dude is posing as an old friend of mine, any awkwardness from a first meeting would be gone.

He would come in for a beer, and then take it from there. Heather never ever went to bars, and has no idea how to deal with a guy who is hitting on her. After a beer, she gets pretty woozy, and after two, she’s pretty easy.

That was the plan. With this stranger who lived nearby.

I mean to say, that ‘was’ the plan until Heather intercepted our text messages. I was an idiot, and I hadn’t deleted them on my phone. There was a moderate freak out, and then I basically acted like a coward, and dropped the ball on everything.

Then - I went away for 2 weeks for work, and we didn’t resolve a stupid disagreement before I had walked out the door.

Upon my return I entered a house that seemed unlived in. Groceries in the fridge were past due, the milk had expired, and the house was desperate for a vacuum. Clearly the kids had been staying at her Mom’s place.

The cold reception I received from her didn’t help matters much either. After another dumb fight, things relaxed, and 3 days later we were back to our stage of normal.

I didn’t think much about what had happened. Heather is accustomed to my travelling, so if I don’t call every night, or we don’t talk everyday - we’re both fine with it. On some days, I barely get a chance to even text her, so she understands.

As I said, I didn’t think much of things at all. I’m not suspicious, and my Heather is hardly the type to pull any subterfuge. It wasn’t until I was catching up on 2 weeks of laundry, that I saw she had only worn only her sexiest thongs during the 2 weeks, and her summer dresses, and super tight yoga pants were in the hamper.

Knowing what I know now, I would have at least done a sniff test, but I am the trusting husband, and I focused on doing my best to get through the 2 weeks of dirty clothes.

Then, on a supposed Saturday family day, she made up an excuse to go to the office, and she went to great lengths to hide her phone from me. Upon discussions with the kids, I found out that grandma and grandpa had taken a pretty active role to get them to their activities at night.

Honestly - the thought of my angelic wife having an affair on me was unthinkable. Of course my secret fantasies flew off the handle, but reality is usually grittier, and harsh. My heart raced. It was mind-numbing to think that she would ever cheat on me.

It was only the fact that she seemed so flushed after a quick run to the office, that my suspicions grew. Why would she be flushed after dropping off documents?

As soon as she came home, she begged to jump in the shower without kissing me or the kids.

When I heard the shower come on, I went upstairs, and found her panties. I did the sniff test. Her thong was wet, and I could smell something else . . . how do you describe the scent of a cummed in pussy? Especially a pussy that has only ever been yours? It was a weird revelation. I know her cunt smells like after I’ve filled it – but it wasn’t my spunk – it was different.

She really was fucking around.

My heart did somersaults. I had dreamed of setting this up – but there I was standing in our room, holding underwear with pussy and cummy stains.

But my usually emotionally cold and clinical wife, was more amorous than usual. When she got out of the shower, instead of attempting to hide every centimeter of skin, she walked into the room naked, and threw her arms around me and squeezed my ass.

When we fucked that night, there was no small talk, there was no discussion. Her lips circled my cock, and any hesitation melted away as the wet slurping sounds of marvelous cock-sucking filled the bedroom.

Of course - something was slightly off. Her usual innocent cadence of awkward teenage necking and caressing was gone.

What the hell did I care? Which man on the planet doesn’t want a slut in the bedroom and a queen in the living-room. Her cunt was looser than it usually was, and she didn’t experience the usual grimacing as I slipped it in. Usually until our fucking juiced things up, I would have to endure dry cunt lips against my dick.

Not this time.

This time she was right into it. When she sucked my cock, she did it with such gusto, and enthusiasm, that I almost came in her mouth, and when we were fucking, she held me so tight, and her cunt tightened around my cock, it honestly felt like she was someone else. Her pussy lips were gripping my cock, and her hands were encouraging me to fuck harder.

Where was my head at? There I was; in-between the legs of a physically perfect red-headed woman, with her cunt and mind completely open to only me, and with my hard cock buried in her snatch, while she begged me to fuck her harder.

With each thrust, all I could think of was her parading around in her super tight yoga pants, and no underwear so that her perfectly tight ass was completely on display, in front of some dude who was doing his best to make out her pussy lips through the fabric. And while this stranger could make out her cunt, and hell, maybe even her clit, Heather would be wearing one of her overly worn, thin, low cut tank tops, with her nipples clearly visible. In this fantasy, she would walk over to this stranger, put her hands on his shoulders and bend over so that one of her strawberry nipples would be tantalizingly close to this strange dude’s lips. He would without hesitation, grab both her tits and suck on her right nipple.

And that’s I flooded her cheating pussy with cum, and then proceeded to give her 2 heavy and loud orgasms with my machine gunning fingers.

It was amazing.

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The next day, I decided to call Joe.

He answered my call, and we had a great chat.

He was really pleased with his work. He had turned Heather into his cock-sucking slut.

I don’t know if it’s just my red-head, or if all red-heads are like this – but Heather is one of those chicks who is on the rag for 2 weeks, and Joe knew it. So, they had decided that during that time, she would come over and give topless blowjobs. As soon as she could, she would fuck him with a condom, but still swallow his load.

It was surreal.

I asked him if we could meet up for a beer, and if he had taken a video of any of the interactions. He had, so he promised to burn them to a CD for me and we met up for a beer.

As we both sat down, I asked him how he did it.

He had connected with her on Facebook, and they had exchanged a number of messages. When I was away, Heather told him, so he came over to drop off the golf club. They started with just a beer and small talk - but really, Joe was staring at her perfect ass, and her tits.

After the second beer, he just decided to be closer to her, and when she moved around him he reached around and angled her towards him - and managed a kiss. His other hand went to her ass. She was shocked at first, but didn’t push away, so he took that as an invitation to pull her tighter to him, and push his hard cock against her crotch, as he squeezed her ass, and then he reached up and stroked her tit.

He decided to push the envelope even further. She didn’t push away, so he slipped his hand inside her yoga pants, and then completely cupped her pussy, and with his fingers, he began to slide it around her cunt lips and then he gently but purposefully began to finger her. Her eyes opened at that, but then he pulled her hand to feel his engorged cock. The beers had clearly taken effect because she was in sensory overload now. With multiple pleasurable stimulations, a beer buzz, and with Joe being so confident that each move was smooth, and natural, Heather just went with it. His locked lips turned into a gently probing tongue, and her fingers – as if with a mind of their own, began gauge how hard he had begun. Going with it, she unzipped his jeans, in order to free his member, as his searching hand left her perfectly tight ass, deftly found its way under her top, and to the bra clasp.

Seconds later, her top was off, her bra was hanging limply over her shoulders and she was sucking his cock hungrily. Soon they were fucking on our couch. He had brought a condom, but he pulled out in time, and came on her tits. Then he went down on her, eating her pussy until she came loudly.

At this point, the alcohol had worn off, and she began to realize what had happened. Joe had managed to get a pic on his phone of her sucking his dick, and of his cum on her tits, with her face in the picture frame. He even got a picture of him brushing the cum off her tits with his finger, and feeding it to her. After ‘cleaning’ her up, I think the pause got Heather to think.

They started to chit chat, but Heather was beginning to feel guilty. The effects of the alcohol were wearing off.

Joe told me he wasn’t there to talk – he was there to fuck. He stopped talking, and started to finger her pussy, and play with her titties. It was about time they 69’d, so he moved her bodily across the couch, stuck his hard-on in her readily accepting mouth, grabbed her perfect ass and then began to lick her cunt again.

Joe had experience fucking around with slutty red-heads, and he wanted her to associate the taste of his spunk, with a hard orgasm. For him, this was a key part of the seduction. The forbidden aspect of cheating, the nasty thought of a stranger sucking, and tasting every millimeter of her cunt, and exploring her most private places, and of acting like a total wanton slut was all part of the experience he would tantalize her with when they would talk about it next time.

Her cock-sucking wasn’t too bad. He asked her to use her tongue more, and to suck a little harder, but he would completely thrust his cock as deeply into her mouth as he could. At the same time, his fingers squeezed her tight ass, and he started to finger her asshole, as he sucked and licked her cunt. Her clit was swollen, and she was wet, and the very thought of fucking this hot redhead made him want to release his load, but he held back.

He wanted her to have an earth-shattering orgasm at the same time he filled her mouth with cum. When he could feel her tensing up, he thrust hard in her mouth, then pulled back – his cock sliding back out from between her orgasm-induced tight lips – and he let loose into her mouth while she uncontrollably spasmed and groaned.

He got up, and took a close up shot of her wide open cunt, and swollen clit. He took close up shots of her swollen red nipples and tits, her cunt lips and red red bush, and managed to get a shot of her with a weak smile, and cum dripping out from between her lips. These were the shots he was showing me now at the pub.

I told him how shell-shocked she is about pictures and then asked how he got her to stay still to grab them. He said she was still shaking from cumming so hard, her cunt lips were visibly gasping for air, so he didn’t ask, he just took the pictures with his phone quickly. Joe said that she probably didn’t even know he had snapped the pics, she was in such a state.

He told her that he had to leave, but that he was up for this anytime she was. He pulled on his clothes in a rush, pulled her naked body to his, and gave her a deep kiss, while he slapped her right cheek of her perfect ass with his left hand then and squeezed it, with his left fingers, he dipped deeply into her pussy. He smiled, and licked his fingers, and then left.

When he walked out the door, to his car, he looked back at her, and she was standing naked in the doorway with the oddest look on her face as she closed the door.

Joe told me that she was his slut now.

‘So – we’re cool right? Isn’t that what you wanted when you first called me?’

Wow. I hadn’t thought that it was going this way, but what else was I expecting? I had asked for someone to seduce my wife