I met Gina when we were seniors at a party. I thought she was the sexiest woman I had ever seen. Her olive complexion indicated her Mediterranean heritage, as did her dark brown eyes and black hair. That night it was in a ponytail that reached her hips. Her body at 36D-23-35 seemed to shout 'Fuck me!' She seemed to be having a great time even before I spoke to her. I gave her one of the great lines of all time, "I don't have to ask you if you are enjoying the party!"

She replied, "It's looking even better now, sailor! What's your name?"

I responded, "Mike, although my volleyball mates call me Mike the Spike?"

She answered, "Well, Mike the Spike, I'm Virginia but my party mates call me Gina!"

Three beers later we were walking across the campus to my apartment. Three minutes later, we were in my bed. Three minutes after that, she was screaming, "Spike me again, Mike! Spike me harder!"

By the end of the second week, she had virtually moved in with me. A few months later I proposed. A few of my friends told me some stories about how wild she was, but I didn't worry. I had been like a kid with a new toy when I discovered the joys of college night life and fully enjoyed the promiscuous pleasures of 'Anything Goes' parties.

In June we got jobs Manhattan, graduated, married, and moved into an apartment in Queens. We didn't have time for a honeymoon, but life was grand. We seemed to both like our new jobs, and we just couldn't get enough of each other's bodies. On the weekends, it was literally morning, noon, and night, and on workdays, it was only morning and night. It seemed like every day I loved her more. It was not only the sex and the talk, but we were both doing the little things for each other, little gifts, special date nights on Friday and Saturday nights.

The first cloud on the horizon was at the Christmas party at Gina's accounting firm. Jack Tomlinson was a manager at her firm, which meant he was two or three levels up from Gina as a junior accountant. He not only seemed very interested in Gina, dancing with her more than anyone else, including myself, but also seemed genuinely interested in me, asking me questions about both my job as a financial analyst for a securities firm, but also about Gina's and my life in New York City.

The second cloud was the commencement of the busy season at Gina's accounting firm. Although Gina was an auditor rather than a tax person, the first three months of the year were still very busy because of the number of firms with December thirty-first year-ends requiring that their audits be concluded and financial statements, along with tax returns, be prepared in the first four months of the year. By the middle of January, I was hardly seeing Gina at all except on Sundays when she had to recover from the previous seventy- or eighty-hour week and recharge her batteries for the nest week. Sex was limited to twice on Sundays if I was lucky.

Finally, the busy season was over. I had some vacation accrued and we decided to have a postponed week-long honeymoon at a resort in the Catskills and spend a few days of the second week at Saratoga Springs during the racing season.

We rented a luxury car for our trip. We solely used public transportation while in the city and decided to splurge for our delayed honeymoon. It was a beautiful drive up the Hudson River valley to our chosen resort in the Catskills. Our hopes for a rejuvenation of our romance were running very high as we checked into the resort.

The week in the Catskills was everything we hoped for. It was like we were once again newly found lovers. We took long walks holding hands along the many trails and made love four or five times a day. The stress upon our marriage by Gina's busy season was an almost forgotten memory. We were in high spirits as we drove up to Saratoga Springs.

Gina Scolletti

I loved my time in college. It was like high school to the nth degree. Party followed party and no curfew. There were lots of horny guys with their own apartments and private bedrooms. Some guys weren't as well-endowed as others, but they could usually make up for it with magic fingers and titillating tongues. Of course, we had to take time out from partying to go to class, and then they were those nasty hour exams. Some of them for courses like Auditing and Income Taxation II, I had to study all night for. Anyway, I managed to graduate with both degrees. The first was my BBA in Accounting. I used that to get a nice job with a major accounting firm in the Manhattan practice office.

I started working on my other degree near the beginning of my senior year. I met Michael James at a party early on. He introduced himself as Mike the Spike. We ended up at his apartment. At seven and a half inches he wasn't the largest I had ever had, but he knew how to use all his assets. He could get me off with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. He seemed to just know how hard and fast to stroke me with his dick. He had an encyclopedic knowledge of different positions, and he was no stranger to the anal route to satisfaction by all parties involved. I figured he was as good as it was going to get, and when after we were exclusive for a few months, he asked me to marry him, I accepted. I got my Mrs. degree the next week after my BBA. The week after that Mike and I were due to start work, so our honeymoon had to be postponed for a while.

Mike got his degree in Economics with a Business minor in Finance and Accounting. This meant he had a good understanding of both our firms' businesses. His job was also in Manhattan with a major securities firm not too far from my firm's practice office. Apartments were too expensive in Manhattan which would have been nice, so we got one in Queens. We rode the subway to work together every day, although we didn't necessarily come home together.

After a weeklong orientation my first real work assignment was on a job managed by Jack Tomlinson. He wanted to meet me, even though the senior accountant would be my direct supervisor. He was a tall dark and handsome man. I felt an instant attraction. I had only been married two weeks and already my eyes were wandering. He had a picture of the all-American family on his desk, including a pretty blonde wife and three kids of various sizes and sexes. I suspected that would only be a minor impediment to our hooking up. He asked me where I was living and what my husband did, where I went to college, and other stuff like that.

Two weeks later he visited us on the site of the audit and took all of us out for drinks and dinner. I called Mike and told him I would be late, not specifying how late. I had a feeling that I would be later than the other members of the audit team. We had a drink in the attached bar and then went into the restaurant proper for our dinner. After we finished dinner, we chatted for a while. As they finished their last round of drinks, the others left. I hadn't finished my third glass of wine, so Jack and I were the last ones to leave. He suggested we go to a quieter location for a nightcap. I agreed and followed him to what turned out to be the firm's Manhattan apartment rental. He fixed another drink for both of us.

I took a few sips of my white wine, put it on the coffee table and looked at him. He kissed me. I kissed him back. We were soon taking each other's clothes off. He had a full eight and a half inches and a matching oversized girth. It felt so good to be filled to the stretching point. I came the first time when he reached the bottom of my love canal, filling me completely even after I had swollen larger as he went deeper into me. Mike filled me, but didn't stretch me like Jack did. He stroked me to another missionary position orgasm. He then guided me to my hands and knees on the coffee table. It felt sinful and lascivious to have my second dick since my wedding day. He rammed himself against my ass repeatedly and soon I was crying out in the ecstasy of my third climax of our session. He continued pounding me. As I felt the first streams of his jism against my vaginal walls, I came for my fourth body-shaking orgasm.

It was nine o'clock and I knew I needed to get home as Mike would be wondering where I was. We showered together and as one might expect I was treated to a second round, this time in the ballroom dancer position, while the water of the shower beat down on us. After two orgasms, he turned me around and with repeated pelvic thrusts he took us both to our final climaxes of the evening in the standing prison guard position.

We finished cleaning ourselves off and quickly dressed. He had his car parked in a garage near the firm's office and he drove me home. He told me that he lived farther out on Long Island. Traffic would be light this late at night. It was almost ten when I walked into the apartment. I told Mike that we had gone drinking after the dinner. Our manager thought it would be good 'team building.' I felt like I was part of the team for sure now. Fortunately, Mike gave no indication that he suspected me of anything extramarital.

After that, Jack and I rendezvoused for additional 'team building' almost one night every week, skipping if it was inconvenient for one or the other of us. Things flowed along nicely until the Christmas party. Jack seemed to take a great interest in both me and Mike. I was a little concerned that Mike or Jack's wife might suspect something, but Mike didn't appear to, and we had a very nice lovemaking after we went home from the party.

The busy season make Jack's and my rendezvouses easier to justify to Mike but more difficult to hide from the other members of my audit team, particularly the senior accountant. We would decide ahead of time which night to get together and then I would text Jack when I said goodnight to my audit team and was heading for the apartment which was the usual site of our trysts. Things continued to be fairly easy for us after the busy season. It was easy for me to use some of the hours I had accumulated for personal time to hook up with Jack.

Mike and I began planning a honeymoon trip to the Catskills and Saratoga Springs and Jack and I began planning a surprise for Mike. Jack convinced me it was time for us to come out. He was positive that if we just presented our affair to him as a fait accompli with no options he would accept it as a good cuckold would. Although he had only met Mike a few times, he was positive that Mike fit the mold. I wasn't quite as confident, but I knew that Mike wasn't terribly assertive and was fairly pliant when it came to me getting my way. That supported what Jack was telling me. I still loved Mike as much as I ever had, although I was thoroughly enjoying my affair with Jack. Jack told me that we could expand to more times a week and have a willing Mike participate in threesomes with us if he accepted what we had been doing. Once the busy season was over Mike and I had gotten back to making love fifteen times or more a week and so I was confident that our marital relationship was solid.

I didn't feel bad about my relationship with Jack, because I was confident that Mike was getting all the sex he could handle. It really wasn't costing Mike anything except for the time I spent fucking Jack as I was more than willing to fuck them both. Since I had more free time, I made all the reservations for the Catskills part of our trip, as well as our transportation. I would use our time in the Catskills to soften Mike up. Jack reserved a large suite at a great hotel in Saratoga Springs and he would be paying for that part of our trip.

The Catskills part of our trip was wonderful. Mike was just the sweetest, best husband in the world. He came as close as any one man has ever come to fully satiating me night after night. The days were pretty good, we went for long hikes, holding hands, talking about our lives, past, present, and future. I knew I had made the perfect pick of a man to spend the rest of my life with.

I still wasn't ready to tell him about Jack. I decided that my strategy would be to let Jack help me introduce him to the life I wanted to live. I know it's not good to keep secrets from our partners, but this was a big secret, and I had been keeping it from Mike for a long time. Jack knew almost everything about Mike, and Mike knew hardly anything about Jack other than our employment relationship.

The drive up the Hudson River valley to Saratoga Springs was wonderful. The console kept me from snuggling against Mike, else I would have. He drove the whole two-plus hour drive. I was a little nervous thinking about Jack's and my surprise for him, but I knew we would soon be there. I asked Mike to drive us past the Adelphi Hotel to check on something. I told him it would only take a minute.

Mike

When Gina ask me to stop by the Adelphi Hotel I was surprised. I didn't know much about it except that it was expensive. I drove up in front and she ran in. In a moment she appeared again, arm in arm with Jack Tomlinson. What was he doing here? About all that I knew about Jack was that he was a married father of three and a manager at Gina's firm, significantly farther up the food chain than she was.

She opened the rear door of our rental car and asked, "Mike, do you remember Jack from the Christmas Party. It seems he's here for the races as well. I told him we would give him a ride."

This was one of those 'Something's rotten in Denmark' moments. I had no doubt that she had told him we would give him a ride. The question was how long ago did she tell him that. I know there are coincidences, but that she would 'just happen' to run into him; I don't think so.

Then I realized she was getting into the backseat with him. Just another coincidence? As we began the short drive to the racetrack, she gave him what appeared to be a very deep kiss. They leaned back with his arm around her.

My next surprise came when we arrived at the racetrack. Gina said, "Be a dear, Mike, and drop us off at Gate D. Here's your ticket to Gate D and the 1863 Club. Wasn't it nice of Jack to get 1863 Club tickets for us? We'll have a Whiskey Sour waiting for you."

Jack added, "Thanks, man. We'll be on the first floor." So, I had to find parking on my own and then hike to Gate D. Lovely, Gina. What other surprises do you have for me?

I dropped them off and watched them galivant off to the 1863 Club, while I drove in the opposite direction in search of a parking place. Unfortunately, the 1863 Club parking was full, so I had to look for a while to find parking. By the time I reached the 1863 Club it had been over half an hour, and I needed two Whiskey Sours. Once I was admitted it took another ten or fifteen minutes to find Gina and Jack. They were at one of about fifty tables for eight.

There was one seat left; it was on the opposite side of the table from Gina and Jack. There were not two Whiskey Sours there. There was not one Whiskey Sours there. However, Gina and Jack both had drinks. I trekked off to the bar and purchased a cocktail. Drinks were not inexpensive at the 1863 Club.

Oh well, back to the table where my darling wife Gina continued to be manhandled by Jack on her right and some guy on the left. I could have asked the guy to yield his place, but he was probably not going to be easy. Gina seemed to be enjoying him almost as she was enjoying Jack, so no help there.

My afternoon's entertainment consisted of occasional trips to the buffet, to buy another drink, or to place a bet. In between time, I was treated to a front row seat of Jack and Lefty, what I called the guy on Gina's left fondle and grope her as she giggled with excitement. It was a long afternoon. Not only do all good things end, bad things do, too. Finally, the eleventh race was run. At the end of the day, I had won two races, lost around forty dollars, and called into question the continuation of my relationship with my wife.

Now, Gina and Jack were moderately interested in me as I led them to the car. Gina directed me to the Adelphi again. Gina directed the bell boys to deliver our bags to the Whitney suite while Jack distributed twenties to the valet and bell boys, but none to the driver. Jack suggested we have a drink and discuss our plans for the evening. We ordered drinks, which Jack directed to be billed to the Travers Suite. It seems that the Travers and Whitney Suites could be joined into one super suite which Gina informed me, Jack had paid for both. We sat at a table in the bar. Jack excused himself to go to the restroom.

I asked Gina, "What the fuck is going on?"

She replied, "Don't you appreciate how Jack is paying for everything?"

I responded, "I do, but what the fuck is going on?"

She continued, "You need to decide how to handle this. I'll give you the options. Option A. You sleep in the Whitney; Jack sleeps in the Travers; and I split time between you. Option B. We all sleep together in the Travers Suite. Option C. You act like a pisspot, and Jack and I sleep in the Travers Suite while you sleep alone."

I inquired, "Gina, how long have you been fucking Jack?"

She answered, "I think you can handle the truth, Mike. The truth is since early in the busy season."

I told her, "I'm not sure what you mean by handle the truth, but I can tell you I have a serious problem with you fucking Jack for over six months behind my back!"

She replied, "I love you, Mike. What I did with Jack didn't affect you, at least as long as you knew nothing about it."

I responded, "So it didn't affect the amount of time you spent with your loving husband?"

She admitted, "Perhaps I spent a little less time but it's time we would have probably spent watching the boob tube or doing our own things."

I told her, "I guess I'm being a pisspot, but I'm certainly leaning toward Option C."

She answered, "Come on, Mike. Don't you think that's being a little immature."

I suggested, "Maybe I'm just a unsophisticated guy. I'm not feeling the same affection for you now that I felt this morning."

She then stated, "I'm sleeping in the Travers Suite. If you want to join us, or if you want me to join you, you have to let me know." And with that, she flounced into the other suite. As she went, she got a call and said, "The Travers Suite." There may have been more, but I didn't hear it from the closed door. I watched TV for a while. The soundproofing between the suites wasn't perfect so throughout the night I occasionally heard feminine giggling, outpourings of feminine passion, and male voices.

Gina

Why was Mike being such an asshole? I guess I needed to pull back a little. I had been reluctant to talk to him about Jack and I carrying on an affair, because I was worried about him accepting it. I guess I shouldn't be totally surprised at his attitude. Still his attitude was about him, not me and my needs. When Howard called, I invited him to join Jack and I, making sure he went to the Travers Suite, not the Whitney Suite. We had discussed the possibility while we were getting to know each other at the 1863 Club.

Both Howard and Jack enjoyed all three of my larger holes and had no reluctance at using two at a time. Spit roasting was fine, but what I enjoyed the most was the two of them in my ass and pussy. It didn't seem to matter who was in my ass, and who was in my pussy, it was all good. Well, not good, but great. I knew Mike would hear my cries of bliss as I enjoyed progressing from one climax to the next. Both of my lovers had good endurance and were able to last through multiple orgasms on my part.