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Newlyweds

    My wife Laura and I had only been married for three weeks when we moved into our new condo.  We were really excited about it, the building was in a great location, it had security and all the amenities we wanted, and the neighbors were really nice.  Once we got settled in we held a small party and invited all our neighbors, just to get to know everyone.  At the party we made friends with a nice man named Robert that lived on floor below us.     Robert was in his mid fifties, which seemed much older than my wife and I, as we were in our early twenties.  He had a very friendly demeanor and genuine personality.  I invited him back to watch the game that weekend and he agreed.     The day of the game Laura went out to run some errands while I stayed in to watch the game with Robert.  “Call me Bob”, he told me quickly, and so I did.  During the commercials we would talk, and at one point he Laura got home with bags full of things we needed for the condo.  She snuck down the hall to the bedroom and left us alone in the living room.     “You sure have a pretty wife”, Bob said.  I thanked him.  “Are you sure you’re satisfying her?”, he asked.     Shocked at his bluntness I stammered a bit before shooting back, “What are you talking about?”     “She was carrying a small bag from the adult store down by the mall”.  I hadn’t even noticed.  “Looks like it had a toy inside, and it looked like she was trying to hide it from you.  That means she’s using toys to satisfy herself.  Which means you”, he paused briefly, “aren’t.  I live below you, which means I can hear most of what goes on in here, and if you were satisfying her I would hear it”.     I didn’t know how to respond, but I was about to ask him to leave.  All I could managed was, “My wife is satisfied”.     “Oh yeah?  Tell you what”, he said during the next set of commercials, “I bet you she isn’t”.     “I… um, okay”, I replied.  “What are we betting”.     “If I’m right, I get to teach you how to satisfy her”.     That didn’t sound so bad, “And if you’re wrong Bob?“  I was confident that my wife enjoyed our sex life.     Bob pulled a wad of dollar bills out of his pocket, set it on the table and said, "That’s one hundred dollars right there.  Yours, if I’m wrong”.     “You’re on”, I said with confidence.     “Well there’s only one person that can settle this”.  With that he muted the television and shouted down the hallway, “Hey Laura!  Got a minute?”     My wife joined us in the living room and said, “Sure, what’s up?”     Bob motioned for her to sit down and said, “Your husband here thinks that he satisfies you”.  Laura looked surprised, but Bob continued anyway, “I bet him that he doesn’t”.  He picked up the wad of money from the table and waved it at her.  “Now there’s a lot of money riding on this, so you need to be honest.  Does he satisfy you sexually?”     Laura hesitated for a minute before responding, “Not really, no”.  Bob laughed, I’m certain that I looked shocked, and my wife said, “Wait, did we lose?  We don’t have that kind of money to be betting!"  She sounded angry with me.     I was about to explain when Bob cut me off, "Your husband didn’t bet money, I did”.     “What did he bet then?”, Laura asked.     “He lost, so I get to teach him how to satisfy you”.     “What does that mean?”, my wife asked.     “That means you should go get that bag you got from the adult store, and come show us what you bought”.  Laura hesitated, and I didn’t know what to say or do.  “You’re newlyweds right?  So it should be something fun, this should be a very sexually charged time for you”.  We both waited to see where he was going.  “Laura honey”, he got up and stood next to her.  Touching her face gently he finished, “You should be having two or three orgasms every time you’re with your husband.  Are you having any?”     Ashamed my wife looked down and shook her head.     “Why don’t we see if we can fix that?”, Bob asked.  He helped her stand up from the chair, and directed her down the hall toward the bedroom, before sitting back on the couch next to me.  Just before she disappeared into the bedroom Bob said, “Laura!  You should bring all the toys you own out here for your husband to see, and change into something sexy”.     Honestly, the thought of getting my wife more into sex was thrilling to me.  Laura rarely seemed interested, and if it took Bob coaching us from the sidelines then so be it.  A few minutes later my wife came out of the bedroom.  She was wearing a sheer black nightie over a lacy black bra and panties, matching garter, stockings, and heels.     With her were two toys, a long pink dildo which I knew she owned, and a small, white egg shaped thing that I didn’t know about.  Bob started complimenting her on how great she looked, how beautiful she was, and how he would help her.  “Why don’t you sit down and show us how you use those”, Bob said.  Laura shook her head reluctantly.  “Laura honey, I’m trying to help you out here”.  He sounded very calm and reassuring.  “I need to know where the problems are before I can show you how to fix them.  You want them fixed right?”     My wife nodded in agreement.  “If you don’t want to show us how you get off, then I think there’s only one other way”.  There was a short pause, and I wasn’t sure what the silence was for or what everyone else was thinking.  I sat there wondering until my wife nodded again.  Bob took her hand and led her down the hall toward the bedroom.  Curious, I followed.     Once inside the bedroom Bob motioned for me to sit down in a chair while he helped Laura sit on the edge of the bed.  Standing right in front of her he said, “Alright honey, let’s make sure you can actually have an orgasm with a man”.  With that he dropped to his knees in front of her, put a hand on each of her knees, and pushed her legs apart.     As he leaned his head in I jumped up and yelled, “Hey!  Wait a minute!”     He leaned back and said, “What?  I need to know if she can orgasm with a man, and you obviously can’t make that happen.  We can’t fix anything until we know what the problem is”.  When it was obvious that I was going to protest again Bob asked my wife, “Do you want me to stop?”     We both paused and waited for her to answer, it took her a minute, but eventually my wife said, “No”.  I was shocked and aroused at the same time, we’d never really talked about exploring sexually, much less bringing in other people, but I did like this side of my wife.     It was all Bob needed to hear, he leaned his head in toward her lacy, black panties, his hands sliding up her thighs at the same time.  His hand yanked her panties aside, a finger from his other hand penetrating her moist lips, and then his mouth making contact with her clit.  I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but it was kind of obvious how my wife felt.  Laura’s head was back, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was hanging open slightly.  A look of pleasure was slowly working its way onto her face.     Bob continued pumping a finger in and out of my wife’s pussy as he licked furiously on her clit.  Laura was moaning louder and louder, leaning back on her elbows.  A second finger joined Bob’s first, and having two fingers inside her made my wife moan louder.  My dick was getting hard in my pants watching.  It was obvious that Bob and my wife were enjoying themselves.     “Yes… yes… yes…”, Laura was chanting with a look of concentration on her face.  She fell silent for a moment, holding her breath, and then she started shaking.  A long, loud moan escaped her, turning into a yell, and she shook so hard that the entire bed vibrated.  Her arms gave out beneath her and she fell back onto the bed.  “Ohhh fuuuck!”, she yelled.     To call it an orgasm would be an understatement, but it was obvious that she was cumming.  Bob though did not let up, he continued his facial assault on my wife’s pussy.  “Oh shit, shit, shit”, she chanted as her orgasm kept going.  After nearly two minutes she finally stopped cumming, moaning softly and breathing heavy.     Bob sat back, rubbing her thighs gently, and asked, “How was that?”     “Holy shit”, she said.     “Alright”, he said looking at me, “How about you give that a shot?”     I got up from the chair and moved between my wife’s knees on the bed.  She was looking down at me, leaning on her elbows again, as I started eating her out.  Just like Bob did I stuck a finger inside her pussy and licked back and forth on what I thought was her clit.  After a few minutes Laura had not cum yet, so I rolled my eyes upward to look at her.  She wasn’t looking at me anymore, she was looking across the room.     So I turned my head, as much as I could without taking my mouth off her, to see what she was looking at.  Bob had sat down in the chair, his pants were undone, and he was stroking his dick.  It was huge and sticking straight up out of his lap toward the ceiling.  My wife was staring at him.     Another minute went by and I heard Bob, “I don’t think it’s going to happen.  Laura?”     “No”, she cooed softly.     “We should try something else then, to help your husband’s technique”, he replied.     “Okay”, she said.     “Alright”, I said now willing to learn anything that would help.  I wanted to be able to give my wife orgasms like she’d just had.     Bob got up from the chair and came to the edge of the bed.  “Are your breasts sensitive?”, he asked.  She only nodded in response.  I went back to the chair, and like Bob I freed my dick from my pants to stroke it as I watched.  Unable to help myself, I made a quick mental comparison of his dick to mine, and thought mine was rather small.  “How about we see which parts of your body are sensitive and can help you get aroused”.     He started running his hands over her body, especially her breasts, pushing her bra down to get at them better.  One of his hands slipped down her body to her pussy, where he gently probed her lips and rubbed her clit.  In less than a minute she was squirming on the bed under his hands and moaning.  I was so turned on that my dick was harder then it had ever been.     Laura reached up and grabbed Bob’s cock, it was still hard and had been hanging over her as he touched her.  I wasn’t expecting her to do that, it wouldn’t help me learn anything, but at that point I thought it best not to interrupt.  Her hand was barely able to wrap around his shaft, and fascinated, she started to slowly jerk back and forth.  He leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue.  A long, soft moan escaped her lips.     She continued jerking his cock as he leaned up and kissed her on the lips.  I could see their tongues tangling, could hear her moaning, and I started to feel a bit uncomfortable.  Bob slipped his hand lower, pushing into her pussy with one finger while his other rubbed her asshole gently.  Laura’s eye popped open in surprise as he probed her ass with a finger, but instead of stopping him she only moaned louder through their kiss, her eyes locked on his.     Bob picked her up, moved her farther up on the bed, and then lay down beside her in something close to a sixty-nine position.  He moved his head back between her legs, spreading her pussy lips with one hand so he could get his lips wrapped around her clit, while his other hand continued to play with her asshole.  It took no time at all before my wife was moaning and squirming again, locking her legs around his head and rocking back and forth on his hands and tongue.     It was all more than I could stand, watching my wife in such pleasure, and I started cumming.  I blew my load all over my chest and legs, making a big mess of myself.  It was an amazingly hard orgasm, my dick jerked multiple times, and my balls tightened.  Neither of them seemed to notice, and now with a big mess on my chest, I needed something to clean myself.  So I got up and went into the bathroom where I washed my cum off and wiped myself dry.     When I came back into the bedroom Bob was laying on his back and my wife had rolled over on top of him, her legs were spread wide and resting on either side of his head.  His tongue was flicking up and down across her clit, two fingers buried in her cunt, and a third in her ass.  I watched for a minute, fascinated and enthralled, until I realized what else was happening.     A quick step to the side and I could see my wife sucking Bob’s dick.  Her head was moving up and down his shaft, taking as much of it as she could with enthusiasm.  She jerked one hand up and down in time with her mouth while her other hand massaged his balls.  That was more than I was comfortable with.     “Wait, what…”, I started to protest, but I was cut off by Laura’s orgasm.  She screamed so loud she drowned me out, and although her head came up off Bob’s dick she never let go of it.  It lasted forever, her hips driving down onto his face so hard I was afraid she’d smother him.     When she finally finished cumming she collapsed onto the bed next to him, breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling.  Bob asked, “How was that?  You ever cum that hard before?”     “No”, she answered between breaths, “Never like that.  Never twice.”     Bob looked up at me, “Could you go get us some water from the kitchen?  I think we’re going to need it.”     “Alright”, I answered stunned.  As I went down to the hall and into the kitchen, I felt slightly relieved that things were now over, it had gone far enough.  Though I was looking forward to laying with my wife in a sixty-nine and doing what they had just done.  The thought was enough to start getting me hard again, even if Bob was going to watch.  I was getting three bottles of water out of the fridge when I heard Laura start moaning again.  ‘Again?’, I thought.     As I walked down the hall toward the bedroom her noises got louder, and I could hear her yelling in rhythm, “Shit!  Shit!  Shit!"  And even though deep down I knew what was happening, when I opened the door I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.     Laura was on her back, now moaning so loud I was afraid that everyone in the building could hear her.  Bob was on top of her, pounding his big dick in and out of her pussy, their bodies slapping together furiously.  Laura was having another orgasm that seemed to build with each of Bob’s thrusts and her moans, more like shouts, continued at a fevered volume.  Her legs were hooked over his arms, bent at the knees, and when he would rock forward into her it caused her feet and ankles to kick up toward her head.     It was so energetic, their bodies flailing, sweat dripping, Bob moaning, my wife yelling, his dick slamming into her pussy so hard I feared she might get hurt, and I wasn’t a part of it.  Jealously and anger took hold of me, and I dropped the water in the chair intent on shoving Bob off my wife.  As I leaned in to try and break them up though my wife’s foot shot up and caught me on the side of the head.     For a moment my vision went black and I reeled, dazed.  When I was clear again, they were still humping hard and fast, so I leaned in for another try at dislodging Bob, trying to avoid accidentally getting kicked by my wife again.  It was tough, Bob wasn’t slowing his pace and Laura’s feet were flailing wildly.     Again though I got kicked, my wife’s foot hit me square in the head.  There was a bit of pain this time in addition to the shock, so I fell backward off the bed and onto the floor.  When I stood up she screamed at me, "Fuck off!"  Surprised, I just stood there not sure what to say or do.  Laura made eye contact with me briefly and screamed again, "Go the fuck away!”     Never before had I heard her cuss like that.  Bob hadn’t slowed his pace at all, it was unbelievable, but not even breathless he said to me, “Better do as she says man.”     My mouth hung open, I wanted to protest, but before I could find words my wife screamed, “Can’t you see I’m busy getting fucked?"  I took a step back feeling hurt and she yelled, "Yes!  Go!  Let me enjoy this big dick!  Let me get fucked by a real dick!”     “But…”, I tried to say anything but emotions were flooding me, “I can’t… stand…”     “Then go watch your fucking game!”, she yelled.     “Best give her space”, Bob said chuckling, “This will take a while.”     I backed off into the hallway, defeated, pulling the bedroom door mostly closed.  As I moved toward the living room feeling numb I heard her yell, “Now fuck me!  Fuck me! Really give it to me! Come on!"  She trailed off into primal moans and screams.  For almost ten minutes I tried sitting in the living room, but I couldn’t escape the sounds.  There were no breaks, no changes, only my wife’s screams as she went from orgasm to orgasm.     Finally I decided that I’d rather be in the bedroom so I could know what was happening, because not knowing was worse.  So I went back down the hall and into the bedroom, neither of them noticed me at all.  I sat down in the chair for a lack of anywhere else to sit.  They were still in the same position except my wife had moved her legs and had her ankles locked behind Bob’s waist.  It only lasted another couple of minutes, before Bob finally stopped pumping.     Any thoughts I had about it being the end were destroyed when Bob said, "Alright honey, let’s try another position and see if that works."  He rolled her over onto her belly and pushed himself down onto her, his dick between her spread legs, using his weight to hold her to the bed.  With a quick hip thrust forward his dick slipped inside her, and they immediately resumed their fucking motions.     They fucked for almost an hour in countless positions.  Her on all fours, sitting on him forward and backward, her bent over the bed, laying beside each other, and finally with him kneeling between her legs with her hips propped up on two pillows.  Each positions lasted forever, my wife cumming so many times I lost count.  In almost every position Bob had a finger buried in my wife’s ass as he fucked her, it only seemed to make her cum harder.  I was so turned on by it all that I managed to jerk off twice more, once sitting in the chair and once in the bathroom just listening to them.     Laura yelled loudly every time she came, announcing that she was cumming, telling Bob how much she loved fucking, that she loved his big dick, and how good he made her feel.  When Bob finally came he had his dick buried inside her and pushed as deep as he could.  His balls tensed again and again, emptying his load into her bare pussy.     After they’d both calmed down he used two fingers to rub and pinch her clit, while still holding his half hard cock inside her.  It wasn’t something she was expecting, because she jumped and screamed her way into another orgasm.  Finally she had to grab his wrist with both her hands and stop him, "Oh God”, she was breathless, “That’s too much.”     “Well Laura”, Bob asked, “Was that good?”     “Fuck yes!”, she answered, “How do you stay hard that long?”     “Gotta know how to please a woman”, he replied.     “Holy crap…”, was her breathless response.     A few minutes later she got up from the bed and went into the bathroom where she started to shower.  Bob got dressed, and I sat there unsure what to say or do.  I felt completed deflated, empty inside.  Without saying anything, Bob left.  When my wife came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, she looked around then asked, “Where’s Bob?”     “He left”, I answered.  Laura looked disappointed, and simply got dressed.  The rest of the night was uneventful, she acted like nothing had happened, though she did go to bed early.  In the days that followed I tried to make love to my wife a few times, but she never seemed satisfied.  Our love making had not only failed to gain anything, but seemed to lose something.     It wasn’t until the following weekend that Laura seemed to perk up at all.  Bob called on Friday, to make sure that we were watching the game again that weekend.  Laura answered the phone, and though I wouldn’t have invited Bob back, she did eagerly.  They talked for a few minutes, mostly Laura listened, and when she hung up she had a huge smile on her face.     So on Sunday morning Bob arrived to watch the game.  Laura was in the bathroom showering when I let him in.  I was intent on having some kind of conversation with him, telling him off and getting him out of my life forever, but Bob never gave me the chance.  Between the distraction of the game and his demeanor I never felt like I could get a word in.     Then Laura came down the hall and into the kitchen.  She was wearing a red, cotton tube top and a short, white, cotton skirt.  Her hair was back in a pony tail and she had a small amount of make up on.  A minute later she came into the living room carrying a couple beers, giving one to me and one to Bob.  When she handed the bottle to Bob she bent over in front of him, providing him a clear and lengthy view of her cleavage.     She returned to the kitchen and a few minutes later came out with a tray of snacks for the two of us.  As she set the tray down on the table she bent over in front of Bob, giving him a good view up her skirt as she positioned the tray on the table.  When she stood up both of them were smiling, and then she said, “I forgot napkins!”     Rushing off to the kitchen her skirt flapped up a bit, giving a brief glimpse of her ass.  Then she returned with napkins, and in the same fashion as the tray, set them on the table.  I noticed that she lingered longer than necessary in her bent over position, giving Bob a long look at her legs and whatever was peeking beneath her skirt.     That was when the doorbell rang.  “Oh, I’ll get that”, she said speeding off to the front door causing her skirt to fly up again.  I wasn’t certain, but I thought she wasn’t wearing panties.  Three men came in the front door, greeted happily by my wife.  Though I didn’t know them exactly, I recognized them from the building.  Bob introduced us all.     Given the events of the previous weekend I was a little uncomfortable with these strange men in my house, but what could I say?  It was obvious that Laura and Bob had invited them.  They took seats around the living room, and we all watched the game.  A few minutes later Laura came back with beers for everyone, and one by one handed them out, bending over in the same way she had for Bob.  So each guy got a good look down her top, and I got a couple looks at her from behind.  Her skirt was short enough that I knew she wasn’t wearing panties, but long enough that I couldn’t really see anything.     For the next half hour she ran back and forth from the kitchen fetching things, snacks, beers, napkins, anything that anyone wanted.  Each time she would bend over giving everyone views of her cleavage or her legs, loving the attention.  Then Bob asked, “Hey Laura honey, it’s kind of hot in here, could you turn on the ceiling fan for us?”     “Sure”, she smiled big as she reached up to tug the chain on the fan.  When her arm extended all the way up it was just a little short of the chain, so she stretched up on her toes to reach.  The result was her fingers barely grabbing the chain, but her top slipped down just a bit and her breasts popped out the top.  The position also caused her skirt to ride up so high that everyone could see what she wasn’t wearing underneath.  Undeterred though, my wife kept working on the chain until finally she was able to give it a tug and start the fan spinning.     Everyone was staring at her tits though, not caring about the fan anymore, if they did at all.  Slowly Laura lowered herself back to her feet and stood for a minute with her breasts hanging out for everyone to see, not trying to hide them at all.  Finally she grabbed her top and slipped it back up over her breasts, hiding them away.     I felt relieved once they were safely away, but everyone else frowned.  Then Laura ran off to the kitchen blushing.  She didn’t stay long though, a few short minutes later and she returned with snacks.  Laura was now wearing heels, to go with her skirt and top, and they made her legs look great.  Once she’d set everything down Bob asked, “Laura, the fan isn’t going fast enough, could you adjust it for us?”     “Sure”, she answered smiling.  Again she reached up, having the heels helped, and snagged the chain.  With her arm stretched out her top slipped down, causing her tits to fall out again.  Acting like she hadn’t even noticed that she was flashing the room she tugged the chain once and asked, “How’s that?”     “I think that’s fine honey”, I answered wanting her to cover herself.  Every guy in the room, except for me, had a hard on bulging against his pants.     Bob jumped in and said, “It’s going to take a bit to slow down, why don’t we wait and see."  So my wife stayed in that position, with her tits hanging out, for another minute until the fan had settled into its speed.  "That should be alright”, Bob said.     My wife let go of the fan, tucked her breasts away, and walked out of the room again.  For the rest of the game everyone else took turns asking my wife to do things, adjusting the fan, changing the volume on the television, fetching snacks, etc.  Laura seemed eager to please and was loving the attention, while I just stewed in my discomfort.     One of the guys asked her to pick something up off the floor, and she bent over to pick it up.  As she bent over her skirt rode up until it was resting on her hips.  My wife’s perfect ass was visible, and everyone could clearly see that she wasn’t wearing any panties.  That’s when I noticed she’d shaved her pussy at some point.  Everyone else noticed too, and that became their favorite thing, to get her to bend over enough that they could see her bare pussy.     No one really watched the game, everyone was trying to hide their erections while eyeing my wife.  Finally the game ended, Bob had Laura adjust the fan one more time, and then without putting her tits away she waved everyone goodbye.  Only Bob stayed behind.  I was shutting the door behind everyone, and when I turned around he was still sitting on the couch, she was standing in front of him, and he had his hands up my wife’s skirt.     “What the hell?”, I yelled.     “Laura and I made a bet”, Bob replied.  My wife only managed a small nod.     “What kind of bet?”, again I was yelling mad.     “I bet her that if she put on a show of herself for a room full of guys that she’d enjoy it.  So I’m checking to make sure that I actually won”, with that he pulled a hand out from under her skirt and held up two slick fingers.  “Looks like you’re wet as hell”, he announced triumphantly.     “What the fuck does that mean?”     “Well if Laura had won that would mean she wasn’t sexually aroused by strange men, and I’d go home quietly.”     “But…”, I asked.     “But since I won, that means your wife is aroused by strange men, and there won’t be much quiet for a while."  Bob looked up at my wife standing in front of him, "Pull down your top and show us your tits."  Laura did with a smile.  "Now go stand in front of the window”, he ordered.  This time she hesitated, our living room window looked out on the courtyard, which meant in the daylight almost the whole building would be able to see.     Slowly though she crossed the room and, with her back to the window, stepped up to it.  “Raise your skirt, and show off your ass."  Laura did as she was told, pressing her ass into the window.  Bob had her pose with her breasts rubbed against the window, her ass stuck out with her pussy pressed to it, and more.     Finally he got up from the couch and crossed the room to stand next to her.  "Do you like that?”, he asked.  My wife nodded.  “Are you horny now?"  Again she nodded.  "Do you need to cum?”     “God yes”, she breathed.     “Alright, let’s do this then”, Bob motioned to me, “Why don’t you come get behind her and make her cum?"  He turned Laura so that she was sideways to the window, facing him, and I moved across the room to them feeling lost and out of control.  He slowly pushed my wife to her knees, her tits still sticking out the top of her shirt and her skirt still bunched up around her waist.  The window went from floor to ceiling, so everything was still visible.     As I knelt down behind my wife I realized that I didn’t have an erection, everything that had happened had me too upset to be aroused.  So I started fingering and licking my wife’s pussy.  She was really wet, wetter than I’d ever felt her.  There was little response from Laura to my explorations, so when she moaned suddenly I looked to see her face.     Bob’s dick had been freed from his pants, it was as huge as I remembered, and my wife was sucking it as hard and fast as she could.  ‘Dammit!’, I thought.  She was able to keep her mouth on it, sucking up and down as much as she could, while still keeping one hand rubbing the shaft and one hand rubbing his balls.     I pulled away from her pussy to shout a protest, but when I did I realized that I was starting to get hard.  It was what I needed, to get hard and aroused, somehow I knew that.  Rather than saying something I pulled my dick from my pants and started jerking it.  It got hard as I watched my wife suck his dick, at one point licking around his balls while rubbing his dick shaft against her face.     When I was fully hard I shoved my dick inside Laura, fucking her for all I was worth.  I was so turned on watching her suck another man’s cock that I exploded almost immediately, emptying my load inside her.  She didn’t seem to notice, not even when I withdrew, all of her attention was on Bob’s dick.     So once I was moved out of the way she stood and turned to face the window, Bob pressed her against the glass, and grabbed her hips.  With no concern for pleasantness or care he shoved himself inside her, and Laura started moaning immediately.  He fucked her against the glass for nearly twenty minutes, and my wife came multiple times.  They were so vigorous that she had to grip the window frames for support.     They changed position, doggy style, him lying on the floor, and her lying on the floor.  For over an hour they fucked right in front of the window, my wife cumming hard and often, just like the previous weekend.  I tried to get involved once, after I got hard again, but Laura just pushed me away and yelled at me.  She was obviously annoyed by the distraction.     Finally Bob pulled out of my wife and announced he was cumming, so she wrapped her mouth around his dick and sucked down all of his seed.  Then, just to show her he was a good sport, he let her sit on his face as he ate her to another orgasm.  All in front of the window.  I actually spotted a few neighbors across the way watching from their windows, and ashamed, tried to hide in the dark of the apartment.     It became a routine for us, Bob would come over for dinner during the week, which meant I would sit and eat while they would fuck all over the apartment.  Laura loved putting on shows too, in front of the window, with the windows open, and once with the front door open to the hallway of the building.  People in the building would always stop and stare.  My wife was always loud when getting fucked by Bob, and some people mentioned it to me.  Often she would scream lewd things, and some of the older women in the building gave me dirty looks thinking I was responsible or knowing that I wasn’t.     On the weekends Bob and his friends would come over, and my wife always put on a show.  She would wear various outfits for them, something that was revealing or would easily slip as she moved.  One weekend she wore nothing but a thong and served everyone like that the whole day.  Another day all she wore was a white shirt, which kept getting splashed with water whenever she visited the kitchen.     The favorite though was the day she wore a see through bra and heels, with stocking and a garter, no panties at all.  That was the first day she ever fucked Bob while the others were in the apartment.  She came out from the kitchen once and everyone’s dicks were hard.  Bob actually took his out of his pants and held it up for her.  First she knelt in front of him and sucked it, getting it nice and wet.     Everyone just watched breathless, unable to believe what was happening, but I watched broken and shamed.  When his dick was slick from her mouth she knelt over him and rode him right there on the couch.  My wife came a couple times, but Bob didn’t.  So he led her into the bedroom, and without shutting the door, proceeded to fuck her doggy style on our bed.  The game was forgotten as everyone watched through the open door.     Laura just looked over at everyone smiling as Bob plowed his huge dick in and out of her tight pussy.  It was obvious that a couple of the other guys wanted to get involved, but weren’t sure whether they should try or not.  So when Bob blew his load inside her, they rolled off the bed and returned to the living room and everyone else returned to the living room with blue balls.  Bob got dressed, but my wife didn’t even clean the cum out of her pussy.  For the rest of the day she served us with Bob’s cum dripping down her thighs.     I’m powerless to stop her, and our sex life has disappeared but she seems completely satisfied to ride his dick as much as she can.  She loves putting on shows during the games too, dressing up in every way she can, and finding excuses to get into all kinds of positions.  Bending over to change the television volume bunching her skirt up around her waist so everyone can see her bare pussy.  She never fucks any other the other men, just Bob, but she’s content to give out handjobs whenever anyone wants one.