3 comments/ 12483 views/ 2 favorites The Good Husband By: patwong Yes, I am a good husband. I am kind and caring, I have a healthy sense of obligation and do what is expected of me without anyone telling me, and I am faithful and loyal. But for the past year or so, I feel my good nature is being pushed to the limit and I am starting to think that I will not be able to take it any much longer. My wife has steadily grown preoccupied with sex and I am starting to get exhausted by all the emotional and physical energy that she expects me to expend to keep her happy. A year or so ago, we had sex perhaps once a week. Now, we have sex at least twice a day, every day: before I get to work and before we go to sleep. In the weekends, she expects three to four intercourse sessions per day, starting with an extra coitus session on Friday night. All of which would be fine and tolerable if we were in our twenties or even our thirties, but we are not. I am sixty two and she is turning sixty next month. She is a respectable, dowdy Chinese mother of two grown men in their thirties and a doting, loving grandmother of two. And yet, she now spends hours on end, day in and day out, slapping her old, hairy pussy, watching pornographic movies and masturbating loudly. When I leave for work in the morning, my morning session semen still inside for her (she says it is good for the vagina to keep the semen "fermenting" there), she is usually still in bed, a vibrating dildo inside of her inflamed pussy, her tongue wagging in the air, and her hand dexterously working on her clitoris. During the day, she would get up sporadically from her bed to do light housework, cook her lunch, and later in the day, cook dinner, but the bulk of her energy is dedicated to furious, relentless masturbation and reaching orgasms as many times as possible. During this past year, I saw my wife progressively change from a quiet, submissive woman, who scarcely thought about anything other than her health and the health of her family and the education of her grandchildren, to a voracious sex addict. She does still care about her family and her grandchildren, but now she has a cause: sex. "I am a walking pussy," she would confess to me sometimes out of the blue. "I just want sex and I like cocks." During this year, I have witnessed my wife's language progressively grow coarse and raw. She does not think twice talking about her "cunt" and men's "balls" and how she sometimes craves to smell "ass holes." Last year, I would never have imagined her saying to me, "take out your cock and masturbate in front of me," or "shave your balls, I want to lick them." Now, watching me jerk off is one of her favorite activities: watching me from across the room masturbating, using shampoo mixed with olive oil -- she loves the sound of a man masturbating. And she would order me around, her voice growing hoarse and sharp during these sex sessions. "Put your finger in your ass, you bastard," she would order, her eyes fixed on my cock or balls, her face serious and determined. "Faster, you dirty old man," she would groan and then get up from her seat to come closer. I have also noticed that her pussy has grown darker and more menacing -- probably, she has grown vaginal muscles from her repeated daily orgasms and the muscles have changed the complexion and physiology of the vaginal area. In any case, there is no doubt that her pussy is now a much stronger animal: when she comes while my penis is inside of her, her contractions are much more powerful than they used to and my penis gets squeezed much harder than in olden days. But if only her demand was to have me masturbate in front of her or penetrate her. That would have been fine and I would have been able to easily live with it. But she asked for far more. She has also taken to sporting a small strap on dildo and once in a while, putting on a fake mustache and affecting a low voice, she fucks me in my ass. Which I have now grown accustomed to, but the first few days, I felt a little humiliated and abused -- especially when she kept repeating, "I am fucking you, Mister homosexual. I am fucking your ass!" More than that: she now regularly spends at least $100 a month on pornographic material -- from DVDs to dildos to pictures of men and women making love, to small provocative artifacts. Just the DVDs I counted the other day surpassed two hundred, tackling all aspects of sex, from orgies, to bukkake, to double penetrations, to grannies, to midgets, to ladyboys, to lactating mothers, to just name a few. She is subscribed to Playgirl Magazine and often reads it in the bathroom while taking a dump. Sometimes, when her sexual obsession grips her, she expresses strange cravings -- like a craving pregnant woman -- that sometimes scare me. Once, she craved the smell of ass and so had us eat black beans, Brussels sprouts, cabbage, and chicken three days in a row. Needless to say, after the first day, the house was bathing in the strong, trenchant aroma of ass that she was looking for. Another time, she had me abstain from ejaculating for a whole week, and then she had me ejaculate six times within a 24 hour period -- once every four hours on the hour -- (to the point where my sides were hurting) and preserved the semen that I ejaculated into a small glass bottle. The second day, she made us salad and used my semen as dressing (though she mixed it with oil and vinegar to give it body). With other men, she is becoming ridiculous. If they are men we know, she flirts with them openly, never crossing the line, but coming very close to it. If they are strangers, she ogles them aggressively, shamelessly, staring at them intently in the eyes and then in their crotch area without. I've tried to snap her out of her madness by reminding her that she is a respectable Chinese grandmother, that she is not expected to behave like she was behaving, and that she could get us in real trouble if one day a man would take her to bed and fuck her old, dark pussy. But to no avail. She can't help it. A few times, I have considered in my desperation gathering five or six men and bringing them home to her and have them spend a few hours with her in our bedroom, penetrating her and ejaculating in her and on her. Perhaps that would get her over the hump, I thought. But then again, I thought again: she might enjoy it so much that she would turn THAT into her habit. I've read that is exactly what has happened to other women who could not return to regular monogamous sex once they had the experience of having sex with several men at the same time. Now, my thinking is to find a young, handsome, health, good-natured unmarried man -- perhaps a college boy in his early twenties -- who has an inflamed libido and who would be more than happy to penetrate a pussy on a regular basis, at no monetary or emotional charge, and even get involved in the kinky activities that she likes. To be sure, she will want me to be part of the sessions, and I would oblige. But having the burden of keeping my wild woman satisfied would be such a blessing. In any case, I must do something or one day, her powerful vagina will break my penis in two and suck my testicles completely dry of the meager drops of semen they somehow still manage to generate every day. It is time to act before it's too late. The Good Husband Sunday, 3:37AM "Did you fuck her?" Saturday, 7:21PM "Thank you all for coming tonight to share in our celebration," Jen said into the microphone. "I hope there are no hard feelings because we decided to keep the actual wedding ceremony a small affair. Derrick and I wish each and every one of you could have been there that night but as there are over two hundred people here it just wasn't physically possible. So, enjoy the evening!" Applause filled the room as Jen and Derrick kissed. Music began playing and waiters filtered through the crowd with trays of appetizers and glasses of champagne. "Tess! There you are!" Heather threw her arms around Tess. "It's so good to see you! It's been way too long." Tess gave her a peck on the cheek. "It has," she agreed. "It's getting harder and harder to get back." "How long are you in Merveille?" "We go home on Monday. My mom wants to spend more time with her grandchildren so we took an extra day. It's been such a busy week with the wedding and all so it will be nice to be able to relax tomorrow and not do anything." A waiter offered a tray of hors d'oeuvres and Tess selected one. "We missed you at the bachelorette party." "Yeah, well, I had 'Dan' business to take care of down in Lansing. Fucker filed a custody motion there so I had to drive down the night before in order to be at court Thursday morning." Heather snagged a glass off a passing tray and downed it. "Is the prick here tonight?" she asked, scowling at the crowd. "I saw him earlier. And, yes, he brought a date." A dark look crossed Heather's face as Tess sampled the hors d'oeuvre in uncomfortable silence. Mercifully, Jen walked up, brightening the mood instantly. "Jen! You look so beautiful!" Heather hugged Jen tightly to her. "How was the wedding?" "It was lovely," Jen beamed. "The weather was perfect." "I'm sorry I couldn't make the bachelorette party." Jen patted her arm. "It's all right. I'm glad you're here tonight." Heather took another glass of champagne. "How was the food at the wedding?" "Exceptional. Andy did such an amazing job." "Andy?" Heather turned to Tess. "Andy made dinner?" Tess beamed. "He made these elegant appetizers of asparagus and prosciutto, and a delicious mini crab cake, followed by a wonderful Coq Au Vin. An incredible Creme Brulee topped it off. Poor guy spent all night Wednesday and all day Thursday slaving over the food." "Where it is that gorgeous man of yours?" Heather asked. "I would like to swap recipes with him." "The girls were getting a bit bored so he took them out to the pond to look at the ducks." Heather shook her head. "You have such a good husband. He's great with the kids, he cooks, what else does he do?" "Laundry!" Tess added with a laugh. Saturday, 10:08PM "Do you have a minute? There's something I need to tell you." Andy looked up to see Miriam standing at the table. She bit her lip nervously before adding, "It's important." "What's wrong?" Andy asked as he steered her toward a vacant corner. "Well, it's that-," she began then stopped, searching for the right words. "You see," she started again but her voice failed her. Why was this so hard? The knowing had gnawed at her the last three days and Miriam knew the right thing to do was to tell Andy. But she also knew that telling him would hurt him deeply, possibly ending his marriage. She took a deep breath before trying once more. "I'm sorry; this is a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. I wasn't going to say anything but it's been eating me up inside. We've been friends, you and I, for quite a while now and I've known Tess even longer so I don't want to hurt anyone but it's not fair to you, you're such a good guy and I can't believe she did this and it sucks being in this position and-" "Miriam," he said quietly, putting his hand on her arm to stop her babbling, "you're starting to worry me. What is it?" Tears formed in her eyes, blurring her vision. "The other night, at the bachelorette party..." Wednesday, 11:22PM "What is it?" Tess glanced up from yet another text message. "Nothing," she shouted at Miriam over the thudding music and screams of delighted women. She stood. "I need to go outside and make a call. I'll be back in a bit" Miriam stood, too. "It's a rough neighborhood. Want me to come with?" "It's all right, stay and enjoy the show. Here, buy Jen another lap dance." Tess stuffed a wad of bills in Miriam's hand before walking out. Tess had seemed distracted all evening, her distraction growing with each new text to the point she actually ignored the well-oiled hard-body dancing right in front of their table. Not wanting to be nosy but unable to help herself, Miriam waited a minute before going outside. A quick scan of the parking lot didn't reveal Tess but the noise of a car door slamming shut caught Miriam's attention. She turned to see Tess in a minivan at a distant edge of the lot near the woods where the darkness overpowered the parking lot lights. As the van's interior light slowly dimmed, Miriam could see the two figures inside locked in a lover's embrace. Miriam was stunned. Tess and Andy didn't own a minivan so who was Tess with? A part of her wanted to storm across the lot, rip open the door and confront Tess, but a greater part of her was deeply saddened and sorely disappointed with her friend. How could she do that to Andy? To their kids? What more could Tess possibly want? Miriam took a step in that direction but her resolve faltered; perhaps it wasn't her place. Shaking her head, she settled on spending every bit of Tess's money. Wednesday, 11:39PM "That must have been quite a phone call." "What do you mean?" Tess said innocently, having just rejoined the group. Miriam's eyes narrowed in suspicion as she studied Tess's disheveled clothing and hair. "You're blouse is miss-buttoned," she answered flatly before turning away. Miriam hadn't spoken to Tess since. Saturday, 10:12PM "Thanks for telling me, I know it must have been hard for you." Miriam gave Andy a trembling smile and carefully dabbed her eyes so she wouldn't ruin her mascara. She sniffed once again. "What are you going to do?" she asked timidly. He shrugged. "I'm not going to make a scene; this is Jen's and Derrick's night. I'll talk to Tess later." At that he picked up his drink and disappeared into the throngs of party goers. Saturday, 10:31PM "Is it different, after you've been married for a while?" The question caught Tess off guard and she looked at Jen in the bathroom mirror. "What do you mean?" "Well, it's just that you and Andy have been together for something like fifteen years now. Does sex become routine or boring, you know, just another chore?" "To be honest, it can, especially if you have kids. I mean, kids can feed on your energy until you're too exhausted to do anything." Tess teased her hair as she spoke. "You just need something different from time to time to keep fresh." "Yes, but, having sex with same person year after year after year?" Tess laughed. "Are you having buyer's remorse? You've only been married two days!" "I know it sounds silly but sometimes when I think of it in those terms it becomes a little daunting." Jen leaned against the wall. "Seriously, after all this time, does Andy still do it for you?" "Yeah, he does," Tess said, slowly nodding her head. "One thing he's always been good at is, you know, 'going downtown.' With his tongue he can work me into such a state I-" "Stop it! You're killing me!" a voice cried from a stall. A toilet flushed and the stall door swung open to reveal Heather shimmying her tight, black dress into place. "It's been a long time since I've been fucked and much longer since anyone's eaten my pussy! All this talk is making my cunt ache." Jen shook her head. "I'm sure it's not as bad as you-" "It is! Who wants to fuck a divorced mother of two who's closer to forty than thirty?" Heather washed her hands with a vengeance, her voice dripping with venom. "I haven't had sex in almost two years, and the last time I had a good licking was in college!" Tess and Jen stared at her, stunned by her frankness. Heather plunged on with her rant. "Dan didn't like to go down on me and when he did it was such a half-hearted attempt that it bored me. Can you believe that? Of course, I had to keep sucking his dick all those years. Don't get me wrong, I like giving a blowjob now and then and I take pride in a cock well blown but I'd like a little something in return. I don't think it's too much to ask for." Heather dried her hands and became very still, her head bowed, her shoulders slumped in defeat. When she spoke again her voice was quiet. "You're so lucky, Tess, to have Andy. I know you don't mean to sound boastful and if I had a guy like him I'd certainly be proud, but at times it really twists my insides around to hear how good you have it. I have no right to be jealous because I made my decisions and I'm living with the results." Heather raised her eyes to Tess'. "But, I am jealous." She paused, reflecting, and when she went on her voice became stronger with every word. "If I ever get my hands on a guy like Andy the first thing I'd do is straddle his face and ride him till my pussy glowed in the dark! Then once I came back down to earth I'd fuck me silly!" "Fuck him silly," Jen corrected. "No, me. It would be all about me, at first." Heather's voice became tinged with pain. "After the hell I've been through these past few years, God knows I've earned the right to be a little bit selfish." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked out. Her face blank with shock, Jen looked at Tess. "Did she drive tonight? If so, we should take her keys right now." "Yeah, good thinking." Tess bit her lip. "I honestly had no idea she hurt so much. She needs help." Jen nodded in agreement. After a long pause, she asked, "So, back to my earlier question: how do you spice up your sex life?" "Variety," Tess said simply. She flashed Jen a mischievous smile and headed back to the party. Wednesday, 11:28PM "Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me hard!" Tess was bent over the rear seat, her blouse open and her breasts swaying heavily. Her skirt was pushed up past her hips as his hands gripped her naked flesh. He was fucking her with abandon and she worried he would leave telltale bruises. That thought was driven from her mind as his hands moved up to her shoulders, pulling her back into him to meet every violent thrust. Tess had never been fucked like this before and she felt the ember of an orgasm glow brighter deep inside. One hand moved to the back of her neck. "Don't fuck up my hair," she scolded, "I need to look good when I go back inside." His response was immediate and swift. He buried his hand deep in her hair and pulled her head back sharply, claiming her, his cock driving into her with even greater force. Tess screamed as her orgasm ignited and swept through her body like wildfire. She no longer cared about her hair. She no longer cared if anyone heard her. She no longer cared if anyone saw her. All she cared about was that beautiful cock making her pussy shudder and come. He let go and Tess collapsed on the seat, struggling to catch her breath. Ever so slowly he slipped out of her leaving an emptiness between her legs. "That was incredible," she panted, turning towards him. "Baby, you can fuck me like that anytime you-" Her words were cut short as he pulled her face abruptly down to his cock glistening in the faint glow of the parking lot lights. It bobbed with every beat of his heart, a pearl of fluid clinging to the tip. Tess stared at it, hypnotized by the rhythmic motion, until he broke the spell by nudging it against her lips. At once she clutched his taut buttocks and pulled him to her, taking him deeper than she had taken any man. With his fingers entwined in her hair, he set a brisk tempo, a tempo that increased with each stroke. The pace became so frenetic Tess didn't know if she was giving him a blowjob or if he was fucking her face. It didn't matter; her fingers dug into his flesh and she held on for the ride. When he finally flooded her mouth she wrapped her lips tightly around the head and dutifully swallowed every drop of his cum like the good little slut she was. Saturday, 10:57PM "Looks like Heather and Andy are having a good time." Tess gave a start as Miriam had sidled up to her unexpectedly. Those were the first words Miriam had said to her in days and Tess didn't care for the smug tone. Trying to diffuse the situation, Tess said airily, "I'm sure their talking recipes or something." Across the room Heather laughed and leaned drunkenly into Andy who put a hand on her waist to support her. They certainly didn't look like two people discussing cooking. "Or something," Miriam affirmed before walking away, her voice dripping with pleasure. Tess bit her lip and continued watching in silence. Sunday, 1:26AM "You ruined my life, you fucking asshole!" The room hushed instantly and all eyes turned to Heather standing in the middle. Her face was flushed and her hands balled into fists as she glared at Dan, who sighed dramatically and with exaggerated movements set his drink on the table. He stood, looking at Heather and beginning to speak but was cut off. "No! You don't get to talk; I can't stand anymore of your fucking lies!" Heather was crying now, her tears tracking mascara down her cheeks. "Looks like someone has had enough," Derrick observed to Jen. "Yeah, she has. I told the bartender to cut her off but someone must have been getting her drinks." Jen sighed. "At least we hid her car keys." "You mean the ones she's holding in her hands?" Derrick pointed out. Jen swore under her breath. Dan had taken a step forward but Heather wheeled around and was marching towards the door. Dan followed with an odd expression on his face. Watching from the edge of the crowd Andy surmised Dan was up to no good. Sensing an opportunity, Andy moved quickly to an exit on the opposite side of the room while crowd buzzed with excited chatter about the drama that had just unfolded. The fall night air cooled his face as he walked briskly around the building to the parking lot. Already he could hear Heather's voice, shrill and pained, as she berated Dan. The situation was deteriorating rapidly and Andy hurried to get there before it got out of control. Coming around a SUV, he found Heather yelling obscenities while Dan watched with a condescending smirk. Heather swung a hand at Dan's face that he easily avoided with a step back. Losing her balance, Heather spun down to the asphalt awkwardly, bumping her head in the process. She sat up and sobbed as Dan looked down shaking his head slowly in disgust. "Look at you," Dan began. "No wonder you haven't found another guy. Sometimes I wonder why I married you. You're a mess and-" He was interrupted by Andy strolling up nonchalantly. "Hey, Heather. There you are," Andy called out cheerily, pretending he hadn't heard a word. "I was wondering if I could bum a ride off you." He could feel the burn of Dan's glare but ignored it. "The kids were worn out so Tess took them back to her Mom's house awhile ago. Seeing as you live just up the road from her I figured I'd ask you first." Heather looked up Andy with large, round eyes and an expression of relief spread across her face. Dan seethed quietly but Andy continued to ignore him. At the moment Andy only had eyes for Heather as he offered a hand. Heather took it and smiled gratefully as he helped her up. "Sure," she said as she wobbled on her feet. One high heel shoe had come off when she fell so she kicked the other one off, evening out her legs. "Sure, I can give you a ride." She picked up her shoes and walked over to her car to unlock it. Andy turned to Dan and said quietly, "Please let Jen know I drove Heather home. I don't want her to worry." Dan nodded slowly, the anger evident on his face. For a moment it appeared he had something to say but Andy stared him down in a silent challenge until Dan turned and went back the reception hall. Andy found Heather still struggling to unlock the car so he deftly took the keys from her. "Mind if I drive? I've always wanted to try out your car." With a push of a button the doors unlocked and Heather crawled across the driver's seat to the passenger side. Andy climbed in and started the car. This was going to be easier than he thought. Sunday, 3:37AM "Did you fuck her?" Andy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Hoping to avoid this conversation at this time, he had undressed quietly and crept into bed not wanting to awaken Tess. Unfortunately, she had been lying in wait. "Yeah," he answered after a moment, "I did." "Tell me." Her voice was flat, unreadable. "I need to know everything." "You sure?" "Yeah." Inwardly, Andy groaned. The buzzing in his head was steadily growing louder with each passing minute as his hangover approached. What he needed most was sleep but he knew Tess would continue pestering until he relented. No use delaying the inevitable. "I drove Heather home because she was too drunk to drive," he began. Sunday, 2:11AM "We're here." Heather awoke to discover they were in her driveway. The moment the car started moving she had closed her eyes and leaned her head against the window, embarrassed by her behavior. She had expected Andy to be like everyone else and lecture her about her drinking. Instead he flipped on the radio and tuned in a classic rock station and drove on in silence. Within minutes she had fallen asleep. Now they were at her house and the shame rushed back in. She had never wanted Andy to see her that way. He sighed as he turned off the car. "Maybe it's not my business," he began. Here it comes, she thought. "...but I totally agree with you. Dan is a fucking asshole." Heather smiled. "I had no idea he treated you like that. I've should have seen it sooner." Exhaling, Heather said, "In fairness to you he only acts like that when we're alone. He's totally different when he's with other people. I never saw that side of him the first couple of years. That didn't happen until after we were married and by then I was like a fly in a spider's web." Heather looked out into the darkness. "Helpless," she muttered, "fucking helpless." "At least you're rid of him," Andy offered. "You're a strong person for getting the divorce." Heather shook her head vigorously, tears welling in her eyes. When she spoke, her voice was cracked and raw. "You want to know the ugly truth? He divorced me. I mean, for years I wanted to leave him but couldn't because I couldn't bear the thought of being alone. I was weak and I was scared of being on my own." Her mouth moved as if she had more to say but no words were forthcoming. Instead, she lowered her head and wiped her tears. He turned away to give her few moments to collect herself. When her sobbing subsided he said softly, "Heather -- Look at me." He waited until she lifted her eyes. "I've known you for a long time and I know you're strong. You think you're weak only because Dan told you so. He's simply a bully, that's all, a bully who is trying to hide his own insecurities by keeping someone else down. And as for being afraid you'll always be alone, I don't believe that for a second. You're so beautiful and smart and --" Andy stopped and turned away, shaking his head. Heather waited for Andy to go on but he didn't. "I'd like you to finish that thought," she prompted quietly. Andy sighed and leaned his head against the steering wheel. When he finally spoke his voice was barely above a whisper. "And sexy and I would ask you out in a heartbeat, if I wasn't..." His words trailed into silence. The Good Husband The weight of words not spoken hung in the air. They sat in silence, hardly breathing, Andy studying the hard plastic of the steering column and Heather wiping her cheeks with the heel of her hand. How long they sat like that Andy didn't know. It was both awkward yet somehow comfortable. "I should be going," he said finally. "Yeah." Neither of them moved. "Um, can you walk me in?" Heather asked. "I don't like coming home to an empty house." "Sure. Where are your kids?" "At my parents so I could have a big night out." She laughed a short, rueful laugh. "Some night, huh." Andy unlocked the house and walked in, turning on the lights. Heather followed and closed the door behind her. "Thanks for everything, Andy. You came to my rescue tonight - several times. You're one of the good guys." She stood on her tiptoes to hug him tightly, her body - soft, warm and inviting - pressing into his. Andy wrapped his arms around her to return the embrace. She stepped back tentatively, leaning against the wall. "I should be going to bed." He nodded. As he watched, Heather slowly listed to one side and was in danger of falling over before he caught her. "Easy now, I got you. Where's your room?" "Top of the stairs to the left," she said. "I'm sorry, I suddenly felt light headed." She leaned heavily on him as he helped her up the stairs, her breast pressed against his upper arm. When they got to the bedroom Heather pulled his face to hers and kissed him suddenly. He raised his hands to push her away but all they found were her breasts. A soft noise escaped from her throat. The second kiss was harder, more urgent and full of dark promises. When her tongue glided over his lips he parted them to accept it. All the while her hands tugged and pulled and peeled away his coat and shirt. When the kiss broke her hand trailed down his chest to the bulge at his crotch. Andy watched as she undid his pants and slipped a hand down his briefs, wrapping it around his shaft. Heather teased a groan from him as her hot hand stroked him from base to tip. Turning, she walked slowly to the bed, her hands reaching back to undo the zipper on her dress but having trouble getting it started. Andy stepped forward and unzipped her slowly, her milky-smooth skin exposed inch by inch. Heather faced him, lowering the top of her dress, offering her breasts. He leaned down and kissed and licked each in turn, his hands caressing while his mouth roamed. She cradled his head, holding him to her as she lay back on the bed, dragging him down until he was on top of her. His kisses moved lower, his hands pulling her dress down to expose her stomach. Heather tried to help but her arms became tangled in the tight dress, pinned to her sides. Andy shifted lower down the bed, hooking his arms under her legs and pushing the hem of her dress up. In an instant her panties were gone. Hot breath whispered up her inner thigh and she held her breath in anticipation. A kiss on her nether lips was followed by a second and a third. She let out a small cry as his tongue, soft yet firm, parted her. He tasted her from bottom to top in long slow strokes, savoring her nectar. A shiver ran through her when he circled her clit, pushing and pulling the sensitive nub this way and that. Freeing her arms, Heather sat up and watched as his tongue and lips explored every nook and cranny of her sex. There was nothing vulgar in his actions; the kisses and licks were tender, caring, and incredibly sensual. His mouth latched onto her clit and an orgasm shuddered through her. Automatically her legs squeezed his head, holding him there until the orgasm faded. Taking charge, she rolled Andy onto his back, kneeling over his face. His tongue plunged into her relentlessly, tasting her deeply while Heather massaged her breasts. She balanced there, his tongue darting over her cunt. Gripping the headboard, she came again but still he didn't stop. After the third orgasm her clit was raw and throbbing like a nerve exposed to the air. She rolled off and collapsed in the crook of his arm, her back to him. They lay like that until her heart stopped pounding and her breathing returned to normal. Without turning over, Heather reached back, pushing his pants and briefs down, aided by Andy's free arm. After several moments of wrestling with his clothes he was naked. Heather shrugged her own dress down and off and laid there, his body cupping hers. With a hand behind her back, she stroked him with long, slow pulls, her thumb rubbing over the head at the top of each stroke, slicking the tip with his pre-cum. His back arched as she traced around over the head. Lifting a leg, she pulled him to her waiting cunt, rubbing his sensitive head up and down her slit. Her lips parted for him and he entered her, his cock slowly delving into her heat. When at last he was buried to the hilt, she held his hip steady, not moving. Andy kissed the side of her neck, his lips nibbling just under her jawbone. One hand gripped her waist while the other caressed her breast, his fingers teasing the nipple until it stood at full attention. She moaned and turned her head exposing more of her neck for his lips and tongue to taste. "Don't come in me," is all she said as she rolled into him, forcing Andy onto his back. She sat up, her back to him, her arms braced on his thighs. Heather began fucking him, her hips rolling and gyrating simultaneously, slowly grinding on him. It's poetry, Andy thought, watching her body move; pure, exotic poetry. The way her muscles contracted and relaxed; the swirling motion of her round ass; the way only the tip of his cock remained inside each time she lifted her body; and the glistening of his shaft all provided Andy the most erotic sight he had seen in a long time. When her fingers clutched at his thighs Andy knew she had found the spot she was searching for. The downward motion became more forceful and at the top of each stroke she would pause slightly before plunging down. Breaths came in short, sharp bursts as the pace increased. A whitish ring of her nectar formed at the base of his cock, a testament to her heightened state of arousal. Her hips a blur, a low moan erupted from her mouth, building in pitch and intensity, filling the room. The urge to come reared suddenly in Andy and he teetered on the edge of the precipice, struggling to maintain control. With a great effort he was able to pull back from the brink, blood pounding in his ears. Heather rode on, rushing towards the abyss. Her movements, once fluid and poetic, were now jerky and halting, until suddenly she stiffened, her cunt squeezing his whole length. Spasms rolled though her body, starting at her core and radiating out. Out of breath, Heather threw her head back and opened her mouth in a long, silent scream. With a slow exhale she collapsed back against Andy, his cock still buried in her, a light sheen of sweat covering her skin. Andy caressed her stomach and sides while her tremors subsided. She became so still he had thought she had drifted off to sleep until a soft giggle escaped from her. The giggle grew into full-out, joyous laughter while Andy lay under her, perplexed. "A good joke?" he asked when she quieted again. "No, it's just -," she stopped, trying to interpret into words what she was feeling but finding it difficult. "I guess it's because I'm happy," she finished finally. "It's been awhile." He hugged her, his arms wrapped around her stomach, her hands squeezing his forearms in return. They lay there, silent and unmoving, he still inside her, until Heather reached down and traced circles with her finger on his exposed shaft. Automatically his hands found her breasts, teasing and kneading, drawing soft, contented sounds from Heather. She raised her hips and at once Andy began driving into her with slow, controlled thrusts. Heather responded in like, her hips pushing back to meet his. Two bodies became one, synced in perfect harmony. Her hands clutched at his. "Harder." Her simple command spurred Andy on and he complied, grunting with effort. The slap of skin against skin grew louder and faster only to be drowned out eventually by a wail from Heather. Her cunt gripped at his cock, trying in vain to hold him in place. Every muscle in his body tensed as a heaviness settled in his balls. Andy groaned - he was so very close. Heather pulled his throbbing cock from her wet slit and held it against her sex, her pussy lips nestling the shaft, her hand rubbing his entire length. His hips bucked, her hand moved faster and faster until he came in a blinding orgasm, his seed pulsing out in great jets. When he was finished, she scooted off and lay beside him. Long ribbons of cum crisscrossed her torso from her navel to her breasts. "Sorry about the mess," Andy said, slightly embarrassed. "Should I get you something to clean up with?" Shaking her head and smiling, she said, "No, nothing to be sorry about." Dipping her fingers into his seed, she drew designs over her skin in an erotic form of finger-painting. "I think it's a rather impressive compliment." Sunday, 3:51AM "Did you enjoy it?" Jesus, what kind of question was that? After a long moment, Andy said, "Yes - and no." Tess propped herself up to look at him closely. "You felt guilty." He grunted. "And that guilt prevented you from really letting loose," she continued. Andy could almost hear her frowning as she churned that thought over and over in her mind, examining it from all angles. "Did she enjoy it, at least?' "Yeah, I'm pretty sure she did," he said, thinking about the broad, tired smile on Heather's face and the way she reluctantly let go of his hand when he told her he had to go. A part of him wanted to stay but he couldn't as behind him the room had filled with his guilt. It was there, alive and palpable, just out of his peripheral vision and watching him in silent judgment. To stay would mean to feed that guilt until it became a monster large enough to devour him, Tess, and possibly Heather. "Poor baby," Tess murmured. "Everyone had a good time tonight except you. Lucky for you the night's not over. I want to thank you properly." "What do you mean?" he asked as she rolled on top of him. Saturday, 11:22PM "Do you love me?" Andy turned from watching their daughters dance to smile at Tess. "Of course I do, very much." "What I mean is, do you love me enough to do anything I asked?" she said, looking into his eyes. He thought for several moments before answering. "Yeah, pretty much. As long as it doesn't hurt anyone, that is," he added as an afterthought. Tess took his hand in hers. "Heather needs our help. Actually, your help to be more specific. I'm just the idea lady." Andy waited for her to go on. Tess took a deep breath and got directly to the point. "I want you to sleep with her." A dark look passed over Andy's face as he tried to withdraw his hand, but Tess clung to it. "I don't think that's a good idea," he said, shaking his head slowly. "Why not? Don't you think she's attractive?" "Of course I do!" Andy said defensively. "It's just that maybe you've had a bit too much to drink tonight and you're not thinking clearly. And later on you're going to regret this and you'll be jealous and pissed at me for doing what you asked me to do. If I don't do it you'll be mad at me for a little while. But if I do it then you'll be mad at me for much longer, maybe the rest of your life." Laying a hand on the side of his face, Tess smiled. "I had one glass of champagne hours ago for the toast - that's it. This is about Heather. Maybe you haven't noticed but she's very unhappy." Andy nodded grimly. "Actually, I have. She smiles and laughs when she's talking with people but the moment she thinks no one's watching she lets her guard down and looks incredibly sad. She's so much prettier when she's smiling." He frowned. "Me sleeping with her isn't going to fix that." "I think it will. She's suffering a crisis of confidence at the moment and needs a guy to prove she's still desirable." "What makes you think she'd want to be with me?" "Trust me. I've known her since high school and I see the way she lights up when you're around and it's been like that since the day you two met. Heather has carried a torch for you all these years and you've been too blissfully ignorant to notice." Tess gave him a shrewd look. "Or maybe you've been too sweet to pretend not to notice." Laughing, Andy said, "Well, either I'm ignorant or sweet - I'll never tell." He looked out across the dance floor watching the girls slowly sway to the music. "Still, you'll be jealous." Tess waved her hand. "This is about helping Heather. It's something I want to do for her. Besides," she added, "if I do get jealous I'm sure I can find a way to cope." "Well, I'm not loaning you out to one of my friends!" Andy barked with a laugh. "Does that mean you'll do it?" He struggled with the decision, unable to make up his mind. In the end he relied on Tess' judgment. If this is what she really wanted then fine with him. "Sure," he said finally, "I'll do it for you." "Great! Now, here are the ground rules. One, she must be the one to initiate. Two, you let her lead - you do what she wants to, how she wants to, for as long as she wants to. Three, you can't spend the night with her - in the end you come back to me." "I see you've given this a lot of thought." "I have," Tess said, standing. "Now, the kids are running on fumes so I'm going to take them back to my Mom's house. You stay and get a ride with someone later. Maybe you should ask Heather for one." Sunday, 3:52AM "This is what I mean." Tess' hand glided down his chest, over his stomach, to his cock. Her fingers played softly over his slowly stiffening flesh, rousing it from its slumber. Kisses trailed down his body, their advances slowing the lower they went. By the time her tongue circled the crown his erection was full and straining. "Miriam has this crazy idea you hooked up with some guy in a parking lot the night of the bachelorette party." Tess stopped mid-lick and looked up at Andy. "That's because I did," she said with a wicked grin on her face. Before he could respond she devoured his cock. Wednesday, 11:37PM "I have to get back to the ladies before they spend all my money." "Me, too. I should return the van before your mom starts worrying about it. Hopefully the kids stayed in bed for her." Andy kissed her lightly on the lips. "Need some cash for more lap dances?" Tess laughed and opened the minivan door. Sunday, 3:56AM "Why the big secret about us in the parking lot?" Tess let his cock slip slowly from her lips and sighed before sitting up. "Miriam's first assumption was that I fucked some other guy. I mean, how long have we all known each other? Obviously, after all these years she thinks I'm the cheating kind. It totally pissed me off." Her fingers twisted and danced over the tip sending shudders rippling through Andy. "I just wanted to teach her a lesson, that's all. I'm over it now so I'll talk to her tomorrow and straighten it out." Her grip tightened. "Now, if you're done talking about other girls, this girl - the one kneeling between your legs, the one stroking you right now - would like to suck your beautiful cock until you come in her mouth." The only sound Andy made the rest of the night was when he cried out, his hips lifting from the bed.