The Reality of It All

8:21pm: "Had a great dinner at this cool Honduran place."

10:05pm: "Band is rockin, you shoulda come."

11:59pm: "Gong 2 aterprty, homr l8r."

1:35am: "Crzzt ngt on r wy PATRY!!!!"

I was still trying to puzzle out the last one when I heard a car pull into our driveway. And then another. And a third.

Before I knew it, a whole bunch of people were piling into my house. Ally and Manny were in the lead, stumbling in, limbs intertwined. They were followed by another couple consisting of a squat Mexican girl and her redneck-looking beanpole boyfriend. Her mustache was actually thicker than his. Then came an hispanic dude, tall and lean and wearing a shiny shirt and a big silver cross around his neck following by a cute little Latina whose greenish pallor foreshadowed the fact that she'd soon be hugging a toilet. Last came two other guys, one short and thick wearing CF Monterrey jersey and yet another Mexican dude, in painter pants -- actual painter pants, covered in paint stains.

I was still taking in the scene, when Ally turned up the stereo, blasting a thumping dance beat. Manny then returned from a trip to the kitchen with an armful of booze. The chubby girl plopped down on the sofa and promptly passed out cold. In the meantime, we could hear the sounds of the other girl now retching in the bathroom whenever the music hit a momentary lull.

It didn't take a genius to foresee where this was all going. One hot drunk women, five horny drunk guys. I sidled over to Ally and gestured to the other guys.

"Maybe this isn't a good idea," I suggested.

She gave me an exaggerated pout. "Oh come on baby, we're just having a little fun, it's a party," she slurred.

"I think you've partied enough for tonight. Come on," I said, grabbing her arm.

Just then Manny stepped in, wedging between me an Ally. "What's the problem, man?" He challenged.

I shoved him out of the way. He bounced back in my face. We were about to exchange blows, when Ally jumped back between us.

"You guys don't need to fight over me," she giggled. Then she wrapped an arm around my neck and tried to kiss me. I turned away and she got my cheek. She gave me a disappointed look, and then turned to Manny who was more than happy to accept her sloppy kiss.

I stumbled back away from them, aware of the other guys now sniggering at me.

Ally broke their embrace and started dancing to the music. For a while, it was just her and Manny. She was grinding up against him, rubbing her ass in his crotch, his hands roaming freely over her body. The Latinos were cradling their beers, regarding Manny resentfully. But the redneck kid apparently had more experience with potential gangbang etiquette. He boldly approached the dancing couple, and starting humping against Ally's ass.

She turned to face him and starting dancing in his direction. As she did so, Manny reach around and started cupping her braless tits. She turned back to face him, and now Redneck wrapped his arms around her waist and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding his hand down inside her panties. She wheeled around again, and this time Manny lifted her shirt over her head. Both guys now had their hands in her pants, Redneck down the front as he leaned in and started licking her nipples, while Manny mauled her ass with one hand, grabbed her throat possessively with the other, and starting sucking her neck.

Ally was moaning wantonly, audibly even over the music. Redneck then dropped to his knees and yanked down her jeans, taking her panties down at the same time leaving her completely naked. He immediately buried his face in her snatch, licking her like a dog at a water dish. Ally growled lustily. She put her hand on the back of his head and held him close as she thrust her crotch against his face. She let out a throaty gasp and then slumped back against Manny.

Redneck stood back up, dropped his own trousers and without a word shoved his long, thin, beet red cock into her waiting pussy. It was a crazy scene. My blond wife, naked, being held up by a powerful Hispanic man while a goofy redneck with a patchy mustache, trucker cap, and Nascar tee-shirt raggedly fucked her, all the while being watched by a trio of hungry looking Latinos.

Redneck started off fast and only got faster, until he was bucking into Ally like a wild man. His technique was so sloppy that he slipped out several times, and each time he roughly shoved it back in eliciting a loud grunt from Ally. After another couple of quick thrusts, he slid out again, except this time it was just as he popped, shooting a thick stream of jism onto Ally's belly, and then several more in the air and on the floor as he spasmed awkwardly. The Latinos burst out in laughter, and Ally giggled too as she absentmindedly massaged his cum all over her flat stomach.

Manny now led Ally over to the armchair. He pulled down his pants and sat down heavily, Ally dropping to the ground at his feet. She watched hungrily as he slowly started stroking his big cock. When he'd started to stiffen he beckoned her with his finger, and she eagerly began to work on his cock, slurping wetly up and down his shaft.

The other guys were now shifting in their seat uneasily, exchanging glances. They looked to be moments away from rushing at her. But Manny quickly took control. He glanced over at the guy in the soccer jersey.

"Hey Hector, homes, come over and get a taste."

Hector was across the room like a shot and dropped to his knees behind my wife. He lifted Ally's butt in the air and took a few moments to admire her shapely ass. Then as he worked on his belt, he roughly manhandled her ass cheeks, squeezing one then the other, then giving her several firm spanks eliciting sharp yelps from her in response. He looked around the room very pleased with himself. As his pants came off, his prick popped out, a fat little fire hydrant of a cock. He shoved two fingers inside her and content that she was nice and juicy, he edged forward and buried himself balls deep in one thrust.

Ally let out a muffled "ooof," her mouth already fully occupied with Manny's cock. Hector's approach made Redneck seem almost gentle. Not only did he pound her pussy remorselessly, he also punctuated each thrust with a hard ass spank that sounded almost like a gunshot. At one point she glared back at him angrily, her face red with exertion and her hair now beginning to get matted with sweat, but before she could say anything, Manny had wrenched her face back to his lap, where amazingly she meekly resumed her slavish worship of his oversized tool.

Hector didn't last long. But even as he was finishing, Manny signaled to Painter Pants that he would be next. So the second Hector pulled out, his cock momentarily still connected to her pussy by a strand of jism, another guy was ready immediately to take his place. Painter Pants was obviously enthralled with Ally's form. He fucked her slowly, making it last, his hands caressing her ass, fondling her breasts, and teasing her inner thighs. Reaching around, his hand slid up between her legs, and judging by her moans, he was expertly tweaking her clit. She began fucking him back, her hips slinging backward to meet his thrusts, her body settling into a sensuous rhythm as she worked to satisfy two men at once.

After a while, Manny grunted, "let's trade, Ramon."

Ramon seemed a little disappointed, but Ally was eager. Quickly scooting to her feet, she turned and then lowered her pretty little ass into Manny's lap. She reached back to position his cock, and with a satisfied sigh, she impaled herself on his shaft. Manny was content to let her fuck him. He sat back with a cocky grin and watched as she rode him expertly. Ramon let her get into a rhythm before stepping forward and pushing his cock into her mouth.

Though she could only get the head of Manny's cock in her mouth, Ramon was just average, and she accommodated him easily. As she rose up on Manny's cock, she leaned forward swallowing Ramon whole. Then as she sat back down in Manny's lap, she pulled away from Ramon's cock, leaving just the head in her mouth. Over and over she fucked them both, her pussy riding Manny's cock and her mouth expertly working the Ramon's rod.

Ramon came first, grunting suddenly and holding her head firmly as he filled her mouth with his seed. When he was done, he stumbled out of the way, leaving Ally firmly impaled on Manny's prick. She gave him a spermy grin, and the sight of my lovely wife, lips coated with cum was apparently too much for Manny as well.

He slide Ally out of his lap, and down onto her knees on the floor. Then he grabbed a big handful of her hair with one hand while with the other he stroked his slimy cock.

"Open wide, baby," he ordered. And amazingly, she did as she was told, submissively waiting as he jerked his cock over her open mouth.

He came with a grunt, a thick stream of jism shooting right onto her tongue. And she remained there docilely as he continued to drain his entire load into her mouth. That set Shiny Shirt off because he bolted across the room, his cock already out of his pants. Manny continued holding Ally firmly in place as yet another man deposited his sperm in her mouth.

At that moment all hell broke loose. The girl who'd been in the bathroom had recovered enough to come out, just in time to see her man coming in this gringa's mouth. She exploded, screaming various obscenities in Spanish, though mostly she was calling Ally a "puta zorra de mierda," which I think translated to a shit-eating slut-whore, or something like that. Sickly Girl's screams woke up Pudgy Chick, who immediately rounded on her redneck boyfriend, though he somewhat unconvincingly insisted on his innocence.

Manny, Hector, and Ramon were now laughing hysterically, as the girls dragged their boyfriends towards the door. Ally quickly locked herself into the bathroom to get out of the way. I followed the screaming Latinas and their now forlorn men out front where I tried to corral them into their cars before they woke the whole neighborhood, earning me a vicious string of insults including being called a "maricon" and "pendejo," which I guess translates to a fag and a wimp. I could see their point regarding both me and Ally.

I stumbled back into the house, just as Ally came out of the bathroom looking a bit shell-shocked. I thought this might be the moment where I could get her to realize how insanely out of control things had become. But before I could go to her, Hector and Ramon intercepted me, demanding more booze. I pointed them to the extra fridge in the basement just to get them away from me. But by the time I turned back toward Ally, it was too late. She was in Manny's arms, swaying gently to a James Taylor song now playing on the stereo.

He'd pulled his pants back on. She was still naked. And as they danced, she rested her head on his chest, and he gently caressed her bare butt. In a weird way, watching this was even more painful than seeing her banged like a cheap whore. At least that seemed purely physical, whereas this was personal, intimate. It got worse.

They began kissing. Quick little pecks that quickly escalated into passionate, open-mouthed embraces. Manny grabbed a comforter out of a chest, and spread it out. He settled Ally down on the floor, and began stripping off his clothes. Once naked, he laid down beside her and they continued their passionate embrace.

For a long while, they just explored each other's bodies. Ally seemed determined to kiss, lick, touch, caress each of his well-defined muscles. He seemed content to lightly trail his fingers over each of her erogenous zones--her nipples, her thighs, the back of her neck, her lower back, her ear lobes--making her periodically shudder with frissons of pleasure.

Hector and Ramon now settled back down, a six pack in each of their laps, watching the show, occasionally commenting in Spanish, but generally silent voyeurs. Like them, I seemed rooted to the spot. Several times, I decided to go, but each time found myself oddly paralyzed. I guess I was in shock or something like it. I could feel my heart racing. I was sweating. My peripheral vision dimmed. But I was unable to move.

Manny rolled on top of my wife. She spread her legs wide, knees bent, feet on the floor. From my position, I could she her dainty hand wrapped around his cock, guiding him into her swollen cunt. She mewled softly as he entered her.

I was expecting him to take her roughly, again, but instead he was tender, passionate. He fucked her slowly, slowly, each thrust exquisitely drawn out, letting her feel every inch of his fat cock on each stroke. Even as she got more excited, her hips now rising to meet him, he stayed in control. It seemed to go forever, long enough for several songs to play completely through on the stereo.

After a while, she started coming, not hard gasping orgasms, but a repeated cycle of quick shudders, dry-mouthed gasps, and deep sighs, a satisfying sexual plateau rather than wild peaks and valleys. Several more songs passed. I could see the sky outside beginning to lighten. Still he fucked her, his pace virtually unchanged, her pleasure undeniable and devastating.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and now he started fucking her harder. Each upstroke still drawn-out and controlled, but his down thrusts now hard and quick. Each thrust elicited a loud gasp, each upstroke a soft, sultry moan. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her mouth to his ear.

"Do it, baby, do it," she hissed each time he filled her, "harder, harder!"

And then suddenly after one last brutal thrust, he threw his head back and with a bellowing cry, shot yet another sticky load into her well-used cunt. They both collapsed, exhausted after that, their sweat mingling as they caught their breath.

Somehow that broke the spell over me, and I was finally able to regain the use of my limbs. I stumbled from the room, up the stairs, and collapsed onto my bed feeling wholly and completely drained.

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I woke up still hazy. The sun shining brightly through my window, and the clock read 2:00pm, but I had lost all sense of time. I slid my head down under the covers. For a while I tried to make sense of the situation.

What was going on with Ally? In less than a week she'd gone from a perfect spouse -- or as close to it as you get in the real world -- to a complete nightmare. She was bingeing, completely out of control, like a crack addict, but on sex rather than rock cocaine. Was that it? Some of of addiction? Should I be taking her to rehab? I'd always dismissed talk of "sex addiction" as the rationalizations of pampered celebrities and serial cheaters, but Ally was making me reconsider my assumptions.

But do people become sex addicts overnight? Had she always been like this, just better at hiding it? Was it possible that for years my loving spouse had been spreading her legs for every good-looking Lothario to make a pass at her?

Or was this just -- as she suggested -- a stupid fling that had gotten out of hand? Temptation is hard to resist, and a beautiful woman is subject to a lot of temptation. Imagine that every single day of your life, attractive members of the opposite sex (or same sex if that's how you roll) were expressing their interest, flirting, actively pursuing you. How many male celebrities and rock stars resist the temptation? And why should we expect women to react differently. Women like Ally, fit and conventionally attractive without being overly intimidating, get that kind of attention all the time. I mean, I can't leave her alone at a bar for a minute without some guy trying to chat her up, and even when I am there, I often notice men giving her the eye or a wink.

And it's not like women don't like sex, even casual sex. Even the most conservative homemaker was probably a little minx back in college, enjoying her drunken flings and sexual experimentation. I know I still feel nostalgic about college, and especially about the hookups. If I was daily given the opportunity to relive those, how long would I resist?

I was making excused for her, I knew. She was behaving horribly. But I also knew -- or at least thought -- that if I could get her away from Manny for a little while she'd come to regret it all, or at least realize she didn't want to continue down that path. I couldn't live with a women who was whoring around continuously, but I decided that I could probably forgive the past week, for the sake of the children, for the sake of my own reputation and lifestyle, and mostly because, despite it all, I still loved her.

There was a sudden hooting and hollering from downstairs, and I groaned at the realization that Manny and his buddies were still occupying my house. I couldn't figure out how to get them out. Can you imagine calling the cops and having to explain you want your wife's boyfriend and his buddies thrown out? How long would it take for the local paper to run a story on how a prominent local attorney had to call the police to break up a gangbang party at his own house?

"Grow a pair," was one of the comments I got back when I posted my problem online. I really wished I knew what the fuck that meant. Pull a knife on the guys? Get a gun and shoot them? Seems to me that is the ultimate coward's way out. Little different than turning the gun on yourself. Either way, your life as you know it is finished.

Look, you have three guys in your house consensually fucking your wife. As far I can tell, you have four choices. You can walk away for good, to hell with the marriage, to hell with the kids, to hell with the house, to hell with everything. You can walk away temporarily, essentially, burying your head in the sand until it is all over. You can jump up and down kicking and screaming and threatening violence and hope the guys don't call your bluff or kick your ass. Or you can do what I did, hold your ground, try to keep her reasonably safe, and bide your time. Seems to me the last takes more balls than the others, even if it is less satisfying.

I dragged myself out of bed to check out the noise downstairs. Because I'd assumed they were all still in the family room, it came as a shock to see Ally and Ramon making love in Manny's bed. I guess she -- or they -- had decided the floor was too uncomfortable and so had moved upstairs. Any notion I might have had that Ally was an unwilling participant was quickly disabused when I noticed her hands grabbing his ass and encouraging him to screw her harder.

I decided to go downstairs and investigate all the noise still coming from there. When I got there I actually gasped in horror. They were watching soccer on the TV. Manny and Hector were there. But so was the guy with the shiny shirt from last night who had managed to ditch his girlfriend -- I learned his name was Enrique -- and two other guys to boot. The place was a complete disaster, empty beer bottles piled up everywhere, the remnants of snack food scattered across the room. From the kitchen, I could smell empanadas cooking in oil, and noticed several more cases of beer loosely stacked with a bunch of bags of ice now leaking water all over the floor.

When they noticed me, they cheered, raising their bottles in a mock salute and dissolving into raucous laughter. They cheered again when Ramon appeared moments later with a big grin on his face. One of the new guys quickly got to his feet and shot up the stairs to take his turn with my wife.

I went down into the basement to my workbench. Saws, hammers, and screwdrivers taunted me with visions of revenge and bloodshed to be wrought on the horde now occupying my home. But that was just an idle fantasy, something only to consider in self-defense. Periodically, I'd hear more shouts from upstairs, though it was hard to distinguish between the general drunken laughter, sports-related cheering, and whooping that accompanied each changing of the guard with Ally.