0 comments/ 160470 views/ 14 favorites Dear Husband By: could_happen_to_you Dear Husband Hello dear husband, she said, never looking back. Could you come over here and take that down from the shelf for me? She pointed to a bottle of bleach on a high shelf. It wasn't his fault that George had just gone out to the hardware store, telling Jim, his teenage helper from down the street, that he'd be back in an hour, maybe two. Why don't you straighten up the workbench in the basement? he'd told the boy. So Jim went down to the basement and as he passed the door to the laundry room, Cindy called for help. He looked in. She was bent over the washing machine, doing something with the clothes in the tub. He admired (for the ten thousandth time) her slim build, her nicely shaped ass, her muscular legs. He pictured her round breasts hanging loose inside the dress (it was easy to see she was not wearing a bra). She thought he was her husband. Why correct her wrong impression? In fact, shouldn't he help her? So Jim came up right behind her and reached up and over -- to help. He leaned against her, and in doing so pressed his stiff cock against her thin dress material (well, really, he just rested it lightly against her). She gasped and her body stiffened. She started to spin around and then caught herself, eyes closed, went rigid, didn't move a muscle. As if she realized that it wasn't her husband and was trying to decide what to do. He pulled down the container of bleach and placed it on the washer in front of her. And didn't move. It seemed, in fact, like the whole world had stopped moving. After a moment, Cindy bowed her head, breathing rapidly. Then she relaxed and leaned back against him, wiggling just a little, so that the erection lay more fully along the crack of her ass. Oh dear husband, she whispered. You've grown beyond your usual proportions. Are you taking lots of vitamins? She went on tiptoes, pushing more of her against him. She made small sounds as she continued to maneuver for a most favored position. He put his hands on her waist. He decided that silence was the best course to take. He thrust against her and at the same time pulled her towards him. He felt, with an intense sensation of satisfaction and exhilaration, her ass flatten out, seem to give way and yield to him. She exhaled violently and her head lowered further. He ran his hands up under her and cupped her breasts. They were beautifully shaped. The nipples were hard. He swirled them, pinched lightly. That threw her head up and back. He sucked on her neck, noticing that her eyes never opened. George, she said, panting rather heavily. George, I thought that perhaps you went out, uh, out and would be away for at least, say, an hour. A shudder ran down her back and she arched it He stepped back, letting his hands trail down her body. He then reached down and pulled up her dress, exposing some really sexy underwear and smooth, smooth skin. So much skin. Surely an hour wasn't enough time to pay her body the attention it deserved. But it would have to be enough. He moved his hands over both cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart, watching the underwear material cinch towards the middle and slip down further into her crack. Which was really neat, so he did that several more times, finally moving his hands down to the very bottom of her ass, where it takes that final turn away from the center, which now displayed lots of curly dark here, seeming to sprout from both sides of what was now a very thin strip of cotton. He looked closely and noticed that the material was also very wet. Without the slightest pause in his circular motions, he extended his thumbs out and next time around slipped them under the material and sunk them simultaneously and deeply into her vagina. Cindy should have been surprised, but seemed to have been anxiously awaiting such a move. She immediately pressed back against the fingers and moved in a circular motion around them. In no time at all, he had slipped his painfully stiff erection out of his pants and into this lovely housewife. It wasn't his first time, but it was far and away the best... All the time he'd been stroking into her, all the time she pushed her ass back at him hungrily, all the time she kept her eyes closed and occasionally expressed a stupid comment to George or her "dear husband" to keep up her pretense, he watched that other more mysterious hole move up and down above his sliding cock. as her cunt swallowed and then partially released it. When he pulled her ass cheeks apart and pressed deeply into her, her asshole contracted sharply against the tension. It was fascinating stuff, he couldn't get enough of it, and he decided that he would simply have to fuck her there. Maybe that would change her perception of George for some time to come. He stopped her humping by pressing her forward and apart, exposing her asshole as much as possible. Then he let a big glob of spit drop onto the dark spot. She jerked when it hit and she jerked when he touched his finger to the saliva and started rubbing all around and on top of her anus. Her breathing got ragged suddenly. When she spoke, she sounded downright nervous. What are you doing, um, George? You weren't ever interested in any of that, were you? I don't think that -- He slid his index finger in to the first knuckle, not very far really, but she stopped talking with a grunt. Then he pulled it out, gathered more lubrication and went back in, much more smoothly this time and Cindy let out a little sigh, but then turned her head back towards him, still keeping her eyes closed. Look, she said, this time in a firmer voice, I just don't want to -- He pushed his cock into her as far as possible and then began a steady rhythm of full-length strokes, just rubbing his fingertip on top of her hole. She gradually fell in with the rhythm and as she did, he let his finger dip into and then stay embedded in her ass. At first it made her push back less aggressively, so he just pressed forward, pushing her up against the washing machine, his finger going still deeper. No escape, just penetration. Her hands gripped the back of the washer, tight, so that her knuckles went white, but at the same time, he felt her relax around his finger. He pulled it out and wet it with saliva; his finger tasted very tart, but he ignored that. She moved her body forward and back, taking in his cock to the hilt and when the moment came, he positioned his finger for re-entry. She barely paused this time, and soon accelerated her rhythm. The house was quiet except for the wet sounds of their body mingling. Then he soaked his right index finger with saliva and placed it next to his left. On her next return trip, he maneuvered adroitly and suddenly he was forcing her open and she yelped. But then she began that circular motion again, this time focusing it on the intrusion up her ass and this got Jim very hard. As she circled, he pressed and gradually her hole opened wider and wider. Jim felt the burden of time pressing up on him, so he withdrew his fingers, pulled his cock from her inside her and laid it up over her crack. It was, to his mind, the moment of truth. He pulled away from her slowly, and as he did the swollen tip of his cock came closer and closer to the Vonnegut asterisk. Finally it rested right against her asshole, and then he stopped. Again, the whole world seemed to stop moving. And then Cindy moved her hands to his cock and as she held it place, slowly, every so slowly, pushed against it. Jim thought to himself that: This is a front row seat to the greatest show on earth. He stroked her back, but otherwise did not move. He did not force the issue. He let her control the action. And she did by forcing the tip in and in until -- it suddenly passed the tight outer muscle and was inside her. It was a shock to both of them, neither of whom had ever done any assfucking before. His cock was in her ass! Jim thought: it is so tight, so hot...this is great! Cindy, on the other hand, was not doing a whole lot of thinking. She was feeling -- and what she was feeling was pressure, a stretching, a filling, a presence inside her unlike anything she'd ever known before. It was definitely foreign, somehow wrong, yes definitely not what she was and she stayed like that for quite a while. They both did. Jim resolved that he would not move. This was hereby her party. And then she wanted more of the hard, pulsing cock (and she could feel it pulse. She could feel a whole lot more about this penis than she had ever felt about any erection before) inside her. So she very carefully began to push back on the thick stick. As soon as Jim felt the movement, he felt obligated to help. He rubbed his cock with more saliva, and also with some of her own juices. Then he grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and pulled them gently apart. Eeeeeeh, hissed Cindy softly, because just being pulled open like that let him slip into her more quickly. But he was done pulling, stretching, helping. He stood ramrod straight (really glad for having been a boy scout and learning how to stand at attention. He was very attentive right now), arms not exactly at his sides, and she slowly, warily, made his cock disappear. As she did, she lay her head down on the top of the washing machine, eyes still tightly shut. Her mouth opened slightly and she panted. He could see the tip of her tongue, just sort of laying against her lips. And whenever his cock made any significant progress, a shudder ran from her neck all the way down her back and that made her ass quiver and that made his cock pulsate, which made his cock jump inside her, and stretch just a little bit more (though it didn't rightly seem possible that it could get any bigger), which felt amazing to him and made her want him to go even deeper, so she pressed more. And so it went eighth of an inch by eighth of an inch, until he found herself pressed right up against him, his cock buried completely, her body pushed away from the support of the washer. Cindy's legs shook. Slowly, she pulled away from him, until just the tip was left inside her. Then she stopped. Jim took advantage of the moment to again cover his dick with whatever lubrication was available (quite a lot actually. She was dripping wet.). Still, she stayed motionless, and finally Jim decided that it was time for him to take some responsibilty for what was going on. And so began the final stage of the most amazing hour of Jim's life (to that point in time, anyway; for he was an optimist). With a determination and confidence born of the fact that his cock was already firmly planted, he moved his hands around to her pelvic bones and held her firmly in place as he pushed steadily forward. Cindy moved her hands around to her ass and pulled herself wide open. His cock, as tight and stiff as he'd ever felt it, moved into her, deeper and deeper. When he had moved right up against her, he then squeezed forward some more, reaching new depths. Cindy groaned long and deep. His erection now slid in and out of her ass with no resistance whatsoever. It was shiny with saliva and her juices. Her help no longer required, she let go of her butt cheeks and moved her hands between her legs, where they got very busy. Now his penis was even more thoroughly engulfed by her flesh and it felt marvelous. He took advantage of the diversion and pulled all the way out. He marveled at how wide open her anus was now. He wished he was even thicker and could stretch her further. She seemed to be a fast learner. He dove back in, the cock guiding itself so easily back into her rectum that it seemed as though they must do this every day, and she made a low, growling noise to celebrate his return. Then she actually tightened her sphincter around him and that almost squeezed the cum out of him right then and there. He groaned and thrust even more vigorously. He felt an explosion growing inside him. Her hands rubbed herself and ran along the length of his cock. She pushed back with every one of his entries, and she let escape short piercing screams. Her head bounced on the top of the washer; her legs trembled visibly. Then they heard the upstairs door open and shut. Jim, you still down there? shouted the dear husband. Instantly, they both fell completely silent. Jim then gave up any attempt at control, and the sperm immediately pulsed out of him with tremendous force and into a very tight space. He felt himself being pushed away from Cindy as a result of some fundamental process of displacement. He grabbed her waist in an effort to stay inside while still filling her ass up with sperm. She responding by suddenly reaching climax, and practically bent his cock in half with her bucking. He wondered how she could stay so quiet, given the way different parts of her body were moving around. She didn't show any signs of slowing down, either. Then footsteps approached the first floor entry to the basement. Jim pulled out desperately, dripping, his cock still jerking, pulled his clothing up over his butt, and ran noiselessly from the room. For just a moment, Cindy continued to strain up against a shaft that was no longer present. Then she pulled herself together and dropped her dress down. George came down the steps and looked in on Cindy. She stood next to the washing machine and smiled weakly at him, wobbling a little on her feet, feeling a stream of cum run down the inside of her left leg. You forgot something, he said and pointed at her feet. There lay the panties, saturated with her juices and Jim's saliva. Ever so carefully, she bent down, picked them up and dropped them into the washer. Thanks, she replied, poured in some bleach, and started up the machine. Dear Husband * * * * * Click Here to listen the story. (13.5 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * Dear Husband, I find myself writing again... even though after my last letter, I feel that it really wouldn't matter as you've never bothered to really listen to the things that my heart's been wanting to say.... But I think that sometimes, my written words are far more eloquent then my spoken words... You said that this test that we're going through proofs that our marriage will never be able to withstand any future tests... but I felt... feel... differently... I feel that if our love was truly as strong and unbending and true.... We would have been able to withstand anything that comes our way... because we would have been united in our love to give us the strength we need... for I believe, with all my heart and soul, that true love conquers all... But this test is different... this test is a test of how true and strong our love truly was... and what it showed me is that is was not... because this test is far different than the one before... in that first test, your heart was not with her... so, immediately.. That very night and the days following, you didn't make any effort to keep in contact with her... in fact, you totally stopped. This time, you never did... you were relentless in your pursuit of her... keeping in contact even when she didn't show any interest... until finally, you managed to convince her once again to come to you... can you honestly say that you truly never cared for her? That your heart was not there with her? That for once, you never wished that you were single again and free to pursue her? I don't think so... you'll only be lying to yourself if you did. You asked me to think about that criminal who did his time and then thrown back to society... and my answer is this... For his first crime of killing someone, after he did his time and he was thrown back to society... society did forgive and embrace him... he was shown love and support by his family (this was the very first test with the very first woman)... But soon, the urge to kill again overcame him... and he killed again... Once again, he was thrown in prison to reflect... and he said that he is repentant for what he did... and was released back to society... and society accepted him back and embraced him (this was after I first met her, the second one, and you told me that night that you'll never contact her again... and a few days after that, we did have sex... hoping to give our daughter that sibling we feel she needs) But you see, he never truly meant what he said... it was a lie... he was not truly repentant... he only said those words to get out of having to serve time once again... Because as soon as society accepted him back, he started killing again (this was when I found out that you were still contacting her... this was when you were in overseas) So he was thrown into a seclusion cell... a place for him to reflect once again about what he has done. A week later, he emerged from the cell and said that this time, he was truly sincere and repentant... that he will never ever kill again... that he was a changed man... so he was released from his cell and once again, society accepted him... though this time, it took a longer time for society to accept him fully... However, slowly, but surely, society accepted him (this was when a week after you returned from overseas, you moved back in and I slowly started to bring back your things... starting with your shoes, uniform and daily clothes.. then your Army things). But the killer stuck again soon after (this was when you asked her to go overseas with you.... As you said, your one last time with her)... So what should society do? Only you have the answer... You said that I'm selfish... always thinking of only me... but I don't think so... the fact that I've accepted you back so many times after you've stabbed me repeatedly so many times... was me not being selfish. I was thinking of our daughter... I truly wanted to make this marriage work for her sake! Were you being unselfish when you first went with her? When you continued to pursue her? Was that generosity and grace on your part after I've so readily accepted you back into my arms? I thought that if we were intimate again... and we were... just a few days after I first met her... but sadly... you don't even remember that... I had a feeling that you were not there with me that day... that your mind was elsewhere when you were fucking me... thinking of something or someone else as you made me cum and as you came in me.... I thought that I could make you forget her and we can start to mend the bridges again... rebuild our marriage and our family with our daughter... but you don't even remember we had sex... You, of all people, should understand what your betrayal did to me... you knew what I went through with my womanizing ex.... And you, yourself must have felt that same pain when you were betrayed by yours.... And for me, knowing what you went through, I thought that when I met you... finally, this time, I've truly met someone who'll be true... someone who understood the pain of betrayal and hence, will be faithful and true... But ironically, despite all this... and how much you've made my world crumble when I first found out about the first one.. Then the second one... I still don't hate you.... I don't even dislike you... In fact, I feel that maybe, I love you too damn much! Both you... and your mom... was saying that maybe I brought all this upon myself for choosing a man such as you for a husband... maybe it's fate playing some cruel joke on the two of us... but I can never deny what I truly felt when I was with you.... The words of this song, When I'm With You, really reflects what I felt when I was with you... at a time, when I felt that you were also feeling the same way as me... what you felt when you were with me... but maybe the magic's gone... and you started feeling this way when you were with her... -------------------------------------------------- When I'm With You By Sheriff I never needed love like I need you And I never lived for nobody, but I live for you Oooh, babe, lost in love is what I feel when I'm with you Maybe it's the way you touch me with the warmth of a sun Maybe it's the way you smile, I come all undone Oooh, babe, lost in love is that I feel when I'm with you Baby, oh I get chills when I'm with you Baby, my world stands still when I'm with you When I'm with you I never cared for nobody like I care for you And I never wanted to share the things I want to share with you Oooh, babe, lost in love is what I feel when I'm with you Baby, oh I get chills when I'm with you Baby, my world stands still when I'm with you When I'm with you Baby, oh I get chills when I'm with you Baby, my world stands still when I'm with you When I'm with you When I'm with you When I'm with you... -------------------------------------------------- You feel as if I never wanted you to touch me again... but the truth is this... You have no idea how much I ache for your touch... how my lips ache from wanting to feel your lips against mine... how my mouth wants to make slow love to yours... how I long for your taste... and how I long to taste you as I lick and suck your cock till you cum... You have no idea how much my body aches for the feel of your hands... to feel your chest against my breasts... how my hands ache to feel you... to bring you close and never let go... how my fingers ache to run through your hair and caress the back of your neck... to run them against your body and feel your whole body heat up with need of my touch... You have no idea how much my pussy aches for the feel of your cock... how hot and wet it gets just remembering those nights long ago when we made love so many times that the windows got all fogged up from the heat... how my pussy aches for your mouth... your tongue... your fingers.... Stroking the fires from within... burning me with need... You have no idea how much my whole body gets all tight and aching with need.. to have you making slow sweet love to me... then having that raunchy, hot, fast and hard fucking session that you get all hot and horny over when you watch all those porn CDs and online movie clips... waiting and wondering when you'll ever do those things that you yearned to do... things that I wished you've had wanted to do with me... to me... You have no idea just how lustful and horny I really am... just how wet and hot you made me... every... single... day... since the time we went on our first date... till this very day.... "I don't need you? And I don't want you?" You said.... Oh, my darling husband... you have no fucking idea just how much I need you! And no fucking idea what I wanted to do to you for so fucking long! You just have no fucking idea what I've been keeping inside... no fucking idea at all! When you're willing and ready to give me your all... your heart, your soul, your mind, your devotion, your attention, your commitment, your love... your whole being.... Come home to me... I'll be there waiting... as always... I've always been here waiting for you... and this time; make sure that you live all your thoughts and dreams and lusts and desires with me... and ONLY ME! If you're really sure and sincerely want to give me all that... then come home to me. I never wanted to trap you in this marriage and I never want you to come to me half-heartedly. I'd rather live without you than live with only half of you... Your Wife