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  Well then. That was certainly enough to push me over the edge too! It was too much, thinking about my wife fucking another man while she was making out with this gorgeous woman who she obviously had a past with.

  I’d been so preoccupied with thoughts of my wife getting with other men that I’d never thought to ask her whether or not she’d ever been with other women! I guess I needed to be more specific in some of the questions I’d asked her about her past, because damn!

  I grunted and let out a groan of my own as I pressed deep inside Amy and unloaded. Talk about fucking intense. I’d gone from having some equipment that never seemed to want to work right to having equipment that I’d used to not only fuck my wife like she deserved, the naughty little minx, but now I was getting with another woman for the first time since my cock decided it was going to get back in good working order.

  Talk about a surprise, but a fucking welcome one!

  Finally I was spent, though. I grunted a few more times as I felt my balls emptying in this woman, and then I was sinking back into the hot tub. From the way the girls had stopped their gyrating on top of me it would seem that they’d finished with whatever the fuck it was they were doing too.

  I was so out of it. The alcohol was mixing with the relaxed feeling of being in this hot tub and it was all so good. All so intense. All so relaxing.

  Amy pulled off of me, then turned around and leaned down to give me a kiss. Her eyes positively twinkled as she stared at me.

  “That was a pretty good time stud,” she said. “I can see why Stacy is so hot for you! No need to worry about her running off.”

  I grinned, but what she’d said did get to the heart of a worry that had sort of been worming its way through my mind ever since we started this thing. We were treading dangerous ground here. Like what if my wife decided she enjoyed fucking another man so much that she decided she wanted to fuck him and only him for the rest of her life?

  That was dangerous, but it was nice to have a vote of confidence from another woman, at least.

  Then Stacy was moving across the hot tub and away from Stan who was leaning back in the water staring around like he still couldn’t quite believe that’d happened.

  I tried to imagine what it would feel like if I finally got to empty my balls into one of the hotties I’d lusted after back in school, and ultimately decided that it just wasn’t the same for me.

  There’d been hot girls I wanted to get with in my school, but there were a lot of them since there were a lot of trophy wives pumping out the next generation of rich kids who were just a little hotter than dad while also being just a touch dumber than dad.

  It wasn’t at all like it was here where there were only a handful of true tens walking the schools at any given moment and everyone fixated on them. My wife was a small town beauty, and this asshole just got to enact one hell of a fantasy!

  Stacy wrapped her arms around me and leaned in close. She nuzzled her nose up against my neck, and then she was practically tonguing my ear as she nibbled at it.

  “So did you have fun?” she asked.

  “You know it,” I said.

  “I’d ask you if you needed any help like last time around, but something tells me Amy took care of things,” she said. “What did you think of our surprise?”

  I looked across the hot tub to Amy who was now taking up position next to Stan. They weren’t quite as close as we were, though. Which made sense, in a way. They weren’t married and probably hadn’t been together for as long as me and Stacy, so they didn’t have the same kind of security that we had.

  “So how long have you been planning that?” I asked. “And what happened to all that stuff you were saying about not wanting to sleep around because you were worried about what other people would think?”

  “Well that’s simple enough,” she said. “I lied.”

  “But the rumors?” I asked, because with the way she’d been so passionate about worrying about that shit I’d genuinely been worried about ruining her hometown reputation.

  “Aren’t something I have to worry about when Amy is the one we’re having fun with,” Stacy said. “This isn’t the first time we’ve played together, right Amy?”

  Amy smiled and licked her lips. Which brought to mind some of the playing I wouldn’t mind seeing these ladies get up to, for all that it didn’t seem likely that I was going to get to see that tonight.

  “What about Stan?” I asked, looking across the hot tub to the dude who’d just been lucky enough to get his dick in my wife.

  “Oh Stan’s not going to talk,” Amy said. “Isn’t that right Stan?”

  “Hey,” he said, sounding insulted. “You keep talking about me like I’m not sitting right here.”

  “Yeah, well do you want to have a chance to fuck Stacy again?” Amy asked, reaching down under the water and doing something that caused Stan to jump. I got the feeling it was something that had to do with the way she was manipulating his dick under the water, though it was difficult to see exactly what she was doing.

  He jumped, and then a goofy grin moved across his face. That was a goofy grin I could identify with. After all, I’d had plenty of opportunities to have women grabbing my dick, and it was still a feeling I’d never get tire of even after all these years and all the experience I had.

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he said. “I’m keeping my fucking mouth shut.”

  “I thought you’d say something like that,” Amy said. “Nice to know you can be a good boy when you need to!”

  I grinned and leaned back in the hot tub. On the one hand I couldn’t quite believe that we’d actually done this, but on the other hand it totally seemed like the kind of naughty adventure my slut of a wife would set up now that she had the freedom to fuck other men.

  And I found myself wondering where we were going to go from here. Because something told me this was just the beginning of our adventures, and that Stacy wasn’t going to have much trouble finding other guys who were willing to keep their big mouths shut as long as that meant they had a chance to fuck her.

  “That reminds me,” Stacy said, looking between me and Stan. “Amy was telling me you were looking for someone to do your books?”

  Stan looked confused for a moment, and then rolled his eyes. “I mean if you can find someone in this town who actually knows how to run the books for what I’m doing. Turns out old man Harolds down on High Street isn’t all that great about anything more complicated than filing single or filing jointly.”

  I looked at Stacy and she winked at me. This little minx knew exactly what she was doing. I sighed, then nodded to her. For all that I’d been endlessly frustrated at coming to this place before, I found myself warming up to this small town more and more.

  I figured it couldn’t hurt to do a little bit of work on the side while we got settled in here. Especially if it was with something that was more interesting than doing taxes for all the locals.

  “I think I might be able to help you with that,” I said with a grin.

  “Glad that’s settled,” Amy said, standing up out of the water and showing off that glorious body I’d just had the good fortune to take for a spin. “But why don’t we head inside where we can have some more fun without worrying about the water getting in the way.”

  She grinned and made her way into the house. Stan was quick to get out of the tub and follow her. I looked to Stacy and arched an eyebrow. She grinned, and that was all the answer I needed.

  Small town life was a hell of a lot more interesting than I ever would’ve given it credit for. That was for damn sure!

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