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Whatever

By: howardb44



On the third day of my trip I arrived at a small town in Kansas. It was not just any small town, it was her small town.

The trip had been just that, a trip. Damn, it had been tiring, but also exciting. You can't ride a really fast motorcycle with open road in front of you and not excite yourself a little bit. And this machine was really fast, the fastest production motorcycle ever built. The top-end on the big Suzuki was supposed to be 190+ mph, but I sure as hell had never approached that and probably never would. But the 140mph I had seen on this trip had given me a rush, and it had meant I would be with her sooner.

I checked into the motor hotel she had recommended, unpacked the bike, got ice from a machine, and poured Canadian whiskey into a plastic cup. As the heat ran down my throat a warm glow spread through my body as I thought of the woman. The woman. I had come a long way to see "The woman." Hell, she might not even show up. But if she did, it would all be worth it.

I took a long, hot shower, shaved my face and the area below my waist that I have kept hairless for several years. I felt a helluva lot better. Another whiskey and I was feeling mellow. Well, that's two too many for riding the bike, but not the woman, IF she shows. 

I dialed her number. After four rings her answering machine picked up. After a pre-recorded message had run its course, I said, "Hey, sweet stuff. I am here to hold you." I hesitated before hanging up, and she picked up her phone.

"I am here. I was screening my calls so I wouldn't get called out to work. Not tonight. I have been waiting too long for this." My heart beat faster at her words. My cock started to swell as I listened to the woman and I squeezed it without thinking. Yes, I was hot for this woman.

I have to admit that where women are concerned my thermostat is easily influenced. When I see a woman, I automatically wonder how she would be in bed. Any woman. Young, old, fat, thin, it just doesn't make any difference. Goes with the territory, I guess. Just part of being a man. Biologically speaking, and I am a biologist, man's only purpose is to reproduce. But a lot of men wouldn't reproduce just so they would have more mouths to feed. Hence, momma nature made sex with a woman so damned pleasureable that sex is what most men think about most of the time.

But this woman was special. She thought about sex, too. She thought about sex like a man thinks about sex. Most women think about romance. This lady thought about sex. She is my kind of woman. I love women who love sex. Did I mention she is also pretty? Did I mention she is young, young enough to be my daughter? Did I mention she talks (writes) like a slut, but was embarrassed when I told her I wanted to lick her rosebud? Damn, just the right combination of slutiness and innocense to keep my cock hard and my actions gentle. At the same time, I want to protect and fulfill this sweet lady.

I pulled on jeans and a Vanson Leathers T-shirt and waited for the woman. I was thinking of her as I rubbed my cock and savoured the whiskey. There was a tentative knock at my door. I opened the door and she looked at me with a shy grin on her face. "Wanna buy some Girl Scout Cookies, old man?"

"Honey, if you will just step inside, I am sure this old man can find somethig for you," I said leeringly. She laughed.

"Let's get a steak somewhere, babe. You'll have to drive. Booze and bikes just don't mix, especially booze and that two-wheeled beast," I said.

We rode in her F-150 to a local restaurant she knew. We sat in a dimmly lit corner booth and ordered steaks. I slid closer to her and put my arm around her shoulder. I gave her a friendly squeeze and said, "You are cuter than hell, little girl."

She grinned and said, "Thanks, Dad."

"This is not like I thought it would be," she said. "I am not nearly as nervous as I expected to be. You have a calming way about you." 

"Well, thank you sweetie. I like you, too," I said as I laughed out loud. She blushed.

I followed her into my room closing the door behind me. I touched her shoulders and turned her gently to face me. Then my lips met hers and we both moaned softly as I gently pulled out bodies together. 

I slipped my tongue between her teeth, then coaxed her's into my mouth and when I sucked her tongue it felt as if an electric current went through my cock. Damn, how I loved this woman's tongue in my mouth.

As we contined to kiss, my right hand gently began to squeeze her sweet ass. Damn, what an ass. I squeezed her ass and pulled her mons against the hardness in my jeans. She began to girate against my cock. My hand slipped between her ass cheeks and started rubbing her rosebud through silken panties. She shivered with passion. I put my lips to her left ear and whispered, "I am going to have my tongue up your ass, babe." A groan escaped her lips.

I released her, took her by her left hand, and led her to my bed. "Close your eyes, babe. I want to look at you while I undress you, but I don't want you to know what part of you I am looking at." 

I unbuttoned two buttons of her blouse. Then, just when she was adjusting to the idea of me looking at her breats, I quickly pulled her shirt to her ankles, then just as quickly pulled down her panties and placed my nose at her slit as I held her bare ass in my hands. I inhaled deeply as my cock twitched. I think man must have a primeval need to smell a woman. I KNOW that it is a need for me. The smell and taste of a woman are NEEDS for me, not WANTS. If I can't smell and taste a woman, well, just go ahead and shoot me because life won't be worth living.

And this woman smelled wonderful. "Lift your foot, babe." And as she lifted one, then the other, I removed her skirt and panties from around her ankles. I applied gentle pressure to the inside of her legs. She spread her legs and I began to gently tongue her sweet cleft. She trembled.

She spread her head more and placed her hands on the back of my head pulling my face tightly against her now wet pussy. I began to lap her sweet juices like a dog laps water when he has a terrible thirst. I did have a terrible thirst, but not for water.


"Oh, oh, oh, God, oh, God," she sobbed as she shook violently and pulled my hair. As her body began to go limp, I quickly stood and put my arms around her to prevent her collapsing onto the floor. I held her body gently to mine. 

"Thank you, baby," I told her. "I really needed that."

"You?" 

"Yes, to taste and satisfy a woman gives me sense of well-being and worth. Thank you, sweetness."

"Whatever," she laughed.  

Whatever Came Over Me?



Sure I fancied Sandilo. What woman wouldn't? He was tall, handsome, charming, courteous. He danced beautifully. He spoke with the cutest accent in a dark velvet voice that went with those wicked brown eyes of his. Powder room chat had it that he knew how to use his well endowed kit.

He'd have been about 30 or so. I'd had several dances with him that holiday. The resort hotel had dances every night and Jed and I usually went to them. Jed doesn't like dancing all that much and was happy to sit out. He didn't mind me dancing with Sandilo and the other studs who came to those dances. I hadn't told him how those lovely guys were coming on to me in case he stopped me from dancing with them.

Those guys came on outrageously to the woman they were dancing with. Their aim was seduction. They made no bones about it and they did it with such flattering charm and insight that you couldn't get angry with them. In fact a girl would be inclined to go along with their suggestion to leave the ballroom for 'an hour of paradise' in the hotel bedroom. Certainly they had no trouble persuading the single girls to go with them. Nor, I realised, deliciously shocked, did they have too much trouble persuading the married ones either.

Once I understood what was happening it was easy enough to spot. A stud would ask a woman for a dance, get the husband's permission and take her once or twice around the floor. Then they would slip out of the ballroom and take the lift, presumably up to the bedroom for her 'hour in paradise.' Even more mind blowing was when the stud brought her back. Typically the woman looked like she had really been in paradise and hadn't quite fully returned to Earth. Her husband would happily welcome her back and soon after the couple would leave the ballroom together, presumably for hubby's turn. It was plain to see that hubby had known all along what was afoot and had condoned it.

I could see that there was some truth in the persuasions that the studs used: "It's not being unfaithful, it's just a nice treat for a woman on holiday," and "It will make your husband more fully appreciate the beautiful women he is lucky enough to have married." Other lines were "But it takes nothing away from your husband, you will still be his loving wife," and "He will love you even more for the experience."

After four nights of that, combined with being on holiday and the hedonistic air of the resort I was sold on their 'hour in paradise' idea but I doubted I'd get it past Jed. I certainly had no intention of even mentioning it to him. I wouldn't have except that I happened to see Sandilo leave the floor with one of the wives from our tour group. 

A lightning bolt coursed through my whole body and it was pure jealousy. That astonished me. Sandilo wasn't my man and I had no right to be jealous of him. I was quite disgusted with myself too for feeling jealous. Yes, I enjoyed his flattery as he chatted me up, I enjoyed dancing with that lovely hunk of a man but that's all it was. I certainly had no intention of taking it any further but--. Damn! I was jealous.

The woman Sandilo left with was a little blonde trollop. She was short, a shade plump for her height, with big blonde hair and huge ugly boobs. She clung to Sandilo's arm like he belonged to her. For an instant I would have scratched her eyes out until commonsense kicked in. Even so it upset me. I was much better looking than her. I'm tall with a classic willowy figure, boobs in proportion and bobbed chestnut hair framing my face and making the most of my golden eyes. I have more class in my left nipple than she had in her whole body. It was me that Sandilo really wanted, not that common little tart. What the hell! I was upset and it showed.

I went to our table where Jed was sitting, enjoying his beer, oblivious to his surroundings and lost in a train of thought as he does when he's in what for him is an uninteresting situation. "Come on Jed. Let's go."

"Go where?"

"Anywhere out of here."

Jed who is the most unobservant man in the universe saw that I was upset. Of course he had no idea why. That baffled "Now what's upset her?" look passed across his face and he looked apprehensive. He got up and we walked out of the ballroom onto the terrace overlooking the pool.

"What's up, Marla? Something upset you?"

"No. Just me being stupid." I could hardly tell my husband that I'd just seen the guy I fancied and who'd been coming on to me the last four nights going to bed with someone else.

"Try to explain it to me."

I had to say something. Jed seemed to want to hear what I had to say, just on the one occasion when I didn't want to tell him. "It's just that these local boys do come on to a girl so dreadfully. Instead of a nice dance they keep wanting you to go to bed with them."

"Oh." Jed didn't seem bothered about it. His "is that all?" was unsaid but implicit in his reaction.

I already knew that jealousy wasn't big in Jed's make-up but he should have reacted to the news of some guy coming on to his wife. I had a foolish urge to inspire some jealousy in Jed. "They do get wives who go to bed with them too." 

"And their husbands don't mind?"

"Apparently not." I told him what was going on at these dances. Even as I spoke I knew it was unwise of me but now I'd got started I couldn't stop. And it was right on my mind at the time. I managed not to say anything about my jealousy regarding Sandilo though.

"Well, I suppose if you're into that sort of thing this would be the time and the place for it."

I was still grappling with what Jed really meant by that when he asked me: "Which one do you like?"

"Sandilo." Oh damn'! Jed had caught me on the mental back foot.

"Isn't he the one who bought us a round of drinks the other night?"

"Yes."

I was worried that Jed was going to get upset with me. Sandilo had bought that round of drinks because I'd been giving him positive signals. I couldn't help it. I did like him. But we were approaching dangerous ground here.

"Didn't I see Sandilo disappearing off with that little blonde piece in the yellow dress?" Jed said.

I could have died. Now that I'd got Jed's mind on to the topic he could apply it with awesome insight. I felt as transparent as glass. He grinned as he made the connection between my bad mood and the blonde in the yellow dress. Good thing it was dark. I blushed scarlet.

It wasn't dark enough though. "Well, well, well. Who'd have thought it?" he teased. We both knew what he meant. Normally, back home, I am the most respectable of women. I like sex with my husband in bed with the lights out. Perhaps I am a bit too strait laced. But that's me. Until now. Until I met Sandilo. It was this damned resort awakening the slut in me.

Jed took my hand and we walked down the steps to the pool. I was still embarrassed but I knew it was better than him being angry about it. "I'm sorry, Jed," I told him.

"What for? You haven't done anything."

"No but..."

"May be you should. It would probably be good for you."

"Don't be silly."

"All right."

We made our way around the hotel and into the lobby. The hotel has another bar separate from the one in the ball room and we went there. It was easier to get served. I recognised a few of the men in the bar as husbands of wives from our tour group. They were waiting for their wives to come back. The husband of the blonde was one of them. I felt subdued for having been so stupid earlier, and for spilling the beans to Jed.

Jed got us drinks and we made conversation. He kept away from the Sandilo thing, thank heaven and drinks finished, we decided to go up to our room for an early night.

In the lobby we saw Blondie and Sandilo coming back. The silly cow had had her hour in paradise all right and looked like it. Sandilo was as attractive as ever and it all started up again.

"He's in the bar," Jed told Blondie.

"Oh, thanks." She had a sort of stupid dreamy look like she had been on cloud nine and hadn't quite landed yet.

"Don't sulk," I told myself.

That night I imagined it was Sandilo in me and the thought alone made it great.

Next morning I thought about my obsession with Sandilo. Why him? I knew plenty of super, handsome guys, alpha male types and not one of them obsessed me like Sandilo did. And I loved Jed and was perfectly happy to be his wife so why...?"

Nothing like this had happened since the day I first met Jed. I'd say Jed was never out of my thoughts since that day. He was and is everything I ever wanted: a super man, kind gentle and understanding. He's good looking and a great lover. He's never cheated on me and never even seemed interested in anyone else. Oh dammit! What's wrong with me? We spent the day on the beach and in the evening went to a movie. I couldn't face going to the hotel dance again. I needed to avoid temptation. I'd almost got back into my right mind by the time we returned to the hotel but there in the lobby was Sandilo talking to two other men. He saw me looking at him and gave me that smile of his and bang crash I wanted him there and then.

Oh dammit! He came over and spoke to us. "Hello Jed and Marla. I missed you this evening." The smooth bastard had even remembered our names.

Jed was trying to figure out who the hell this guy was. "Hello Sandilo," I said. "We've been to a movie."

Sandilo had seen the movie and we made brief polite conversation about it before we moved on. Sandilo's parting shot was "See you at the dance tomorrow." It was innocent enough but it was loaded.

"You really aren't yourself this holiday, Marla. Are you still thinking in terms of a little erotic adventure?" We were sunbathing on the beach next day when Jed put the question. He was of course spot on.

"Jed, I'm sorry. I don't know what's come over me. Maybe it's this resort or being on holiday."

"All of those things, and seeing the other wives getting it too. I suppose it's just a woman's natural instinct to follow the prevailing fashion."

Jed was taking it all so calmly. He even seemed amused by it.

"I'll get over it."

"Well, I don't want you making fools of us back home. Here it wouldn't matter too much."

I looked at him. "You serious?"

He made the slightest shrug. "Plenty of other guys seem happy enough about it."

"What about afterwards?"

He grinned. "We can have long, in depth discussions in which we analyse our feelings about it." He knew I loved discussions like that and he hated them.

"Oh pooh!" He was just teasing me and I reacted accordingly but at that point I knew I had to have Sandilo. Just once would be enough and it would, I hoped, cure this mad obsession.

Later as we were walking back to the hotel from the beach I asked him "So you really wouldn't mind if I were to have Sandilo?"

"We'd survive."

"Cos if you're sure I might disappear for an hour this evening."

"All right."

Jed was so relaxed about it and, like lots of the other husbands here, he seemed happy enough for his wife to go with a local chap. I got myself into a tizz about it and wasn't quite thinking straight. I also wanted to make quite sure nothing about this threatened my marriage. It was all well and good here but he might think differently when we got home. Maybe I could do something special for him?

I couldn't think what but there had to be something. What did he like? Lots of things but food and booze weren't part of it. Heck! What about kinky sex? Jed had a few kinks that he'd hinted at and I'd always changed the subject. Perhaps I could indulge him. 

In the ballroom Sandilo asked Jed's permission to ask me for a dance. His manners were exquisite. I accepted and afterwards he brought me back to the table. By then he and Jed almost knew each other. At least Jed recognised him and greeted him by name. I was practically wetting myself with anticipation; just from dancing with Sandilo. I'd felt his erection while dancing and the whole thing was driving me crazy.

"May I have another dance with Marla?" Sandilo was asking Jed.

"Yes. All right."

Jed looked at me. He knew this was it. "We may be some time," I told him. 

He nodded and got up too. "Enjoy the dance," he said.

It was wonderful, one of the few times in life when the reality was better than the anticipation. I knew I was in the hands of an expert and I left it to all to Sandilo . I was concentrating on enjoying the pleasures of the moment. Guilt? Of course I felt guilty. It heightened the pleasure. I reached a climax, then another and another and after that it all became one glorious, wonderful sensation of pure pleasure like nothing I'd ever known before. Afterwards I was a weak blob of helpless jelly. To begin with I had trouble controlling my limbs. I had to just lie on the bed, savouring the afterglow. Eventually I forced myself to get up, dress and go back to the ballroom.

I saw Jed before he saw me. How would he react? Would he be happy about it, all nicely turned on like the other husbands? I hoped so.

Jed didn't say anything; he just gave a grin which caused me to blush. From the corner of my eye I saw that little blonde slut looking at me knowingly. She was wearing a blue dress this time. Jed took me in his arms and we danced.

I wanted Jed to whisk me up to our room there and then. I needed the reassurance of having him make love to me. Instead we finished the dance before we left the ball room. In the lift I thanked my lucky stars that I'd managed to remake the bed and flush away the condom and wrapper that Sandilo had used. I didn't need to push that into Jed's face no matter how tolerant he was.

So I was embarrassed all over again when we went into our room and there on the floor, mocking me, were my bra and panties. Jed gave only the briefest of raised eyebrows and without comment he picked them up and put them on the chair. Then he slid his hands up my legs, under my dress, until he found for himself that I had nothing on under my dress. "What would your mother say?" he murmured in mock shock. They were the first words he'd said since I'd gone back to him. "What mother would say" was our standing joke. I knew then that everything was going to be all right with us.

The love making that followed was even better than with Sandilo. It was different though. This was with the man I loved.

That night I dreamt of mother, of all people. "You took a hell of a risk my girl," she scolded. "You are so lucky to have a man like Jed. I'm not sure you deserve him."

I could only agree with her. I was so glad it was only a dream. 



Whatever Comes



[This story goes in Loving Wives. There are two wives in the story. One is loving and the other isn't. There is sex; oral, anal and vanilla. There is payback, revenge and betrayal too. A hint: there are losers in this story. No animals were hurt or eaten while I wrote the story. I did take a break and nibble on a wonderful woman, because she asked for it. Please vote and leave me a comment that might help me be a better writer. Thanks.]

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Josh was married on July 17th, 1999 to Denise. They had both graduated from college just about a month before the wedding. The wedding was nice and not a hundred percent traditional. It happened in a park. The bride wore a light green dress and the groom wore gray slacks and a white shirt. They made promises as part of the ceremony. They had written the vows, the promises, themselves. They used words like honor, fidelity, cherish, partnership and share. The word love was said and repeated eighteen times. They went on a modest honeymoon. Three days and two nights in Aspen, Colorado. They couldn't tell anyone much about Aspen. All the exploration and sight-seeing they did was an exploration of each other.

Two weeks later they were moving into a small apartment a thousand miles from family, friends and college and starting new jobs. They leaned on each other and trusted each other. They loved each other, talked to each other, helped each other and both told themselves and anyone who would listen how happy they were. Josh was an accountant and got his job with a national company. Denise was working for a big trucking company as the dispatcher and troubleshooter. Both jobs required lots of attention to detail. They both spent lots of time using their laptops to track everything. Without telling Josh, Denise even developed a code on her calendar program for when they had sex. Coitus got an * on the date. If Josh gave her oral sex she entered ^. When she gave Josh oral attention she entered ~.

What she didn't know was that Josh entered the same codes in the calendar program on his computer. * if they had coitus, ^ if he gave Denise oral and ~ if she blew him. The codes were all over their calendars. On some weekends Josh's calendar had 3*, 3^ and a ~.

At their one year anniversary they went on vacation. They took their laptops. During that vacation Denise figured out that Josh had a code and she figured out what it meant. She compared his codes to hers and found they were the same, to the smallest detail. She was happy. Their vacation got lots of entries.

Back at home they continued to meet other couples, shared dinners, went to plays, ball games and did lots of social events. Josh loved baseball and he found three or four guys who loved it as much and they spent some evenings and weekends going to games while Denise and some of her new friends did other things. They went to flower shows, fashion shows, shopping and tours of the outlet malls. As their financial conditions improved they began to indulge their interests more.

They gradually fell into a pattern. During baseball season Josh got season tickets. He posted the team schedule on the fridge. Denise used the schedule to plan her time with her friends. On days when the team played out of town Denise knew Josh would be glued to their big plasma TV or at one of his buddy's house watching the game. If they won Denise could count on a * and ^. If they lost she could count on ~. She liked it when they won. Denise was introduced to expensive and sexy clothes by one of her new friends. On a shopping trip with Francine they stopped into a small store, not in a mall, where Francine bought a bustier unlike anything Denise had ever seen before. It was black, lacy and the cups were detachable! Francine tried it on in the store and showed Denise. Denise bought one as well and when she wore it one evening with Josh their love-making was incredible! He loved taking the cups off the bustier and then having her with her bustier on and her tits exposed. That was just the first of many fun and sexy things she bought at that store.

In their forth year things were very comfortable for them. Josh had expanded into basketball fandom and Denise had started doing yoga and hiking. Josh hiked too, but not every time Denise did. She thought things were going pretty well. She tracked their savings and investments and knew that unless something drastic happened they would have assets of a million dollars on her thirtieth birthday. They had moved into a rented townhouse so they had more room and a nicer place to have friends over. Josh had a Honda C-RV and Denise drove a hybred Toyota. They organized a week vacation in Colorado with two other couples and spent the week camping in the mountains. The week was full of great food, wonderful hiking, scenery and great friends.

The day they both went back to work everything changed. They took each other's laptops to work by accident. When Denise opened it she saw that it wasn't her desktop background screen. She clicked into the calendar and looked at the whole month. She didn't think it looked right so she backed up a page and looked at the previous month. There were *'s, ^ and ~, but they didn't look right. His calendar was as busy as hers with client appointments, meeting and lunches. She printed the two months and called Josh.

"Honey, we took the wrong computers this morning. I'll drive over and we can swap."

Josh laughed and said, "I wondered why there were roses as the background when I turned it on, but you stay there. I'll hop in the Honda and bring your computer to you." He hung up! He didn't say he loved her, he didn't talk about it. He just hung up. Denise didn't get angry, she just wrote the behavior to him being busy and wanting to save her the trip. She went to their break room and got Josh's favorite candy bar out of the machine so she could reward him for bringing her computer back to her.

She waited by the front door and when she saw his car pull up in front she unbuttoned three buttons of her blouse, took the laptop and the candy bar to him. He smiled and traded, thanked her for the candy and gave her a thank you kiss before he drove off. He didn't notice the ample skin she showed him. She buttoned back up and walked inside. She wrote the quickness of the visit to him being extra busy.

She opened her laptop and went back to work. Just before lunch she finished work on scheduling a major job for one of the trucks and had a little time. She opened her calendar and looked at the month earlier. The one she had looked at on Josh's computer. She compared her calendar to his. She had 12 *, 9 ^, and 9~. Josh's calendar had 16*, 14^ and 14~. The current month was even stranger. She had 15*, 12^ and 12~ and there were three days left in the month. Josh had 18*, 15^ and 16~. She looked at the individual days and he showed proper correlation between all the days and events on her calendar. He also showed events she didn't have. Every *,^ or ~ she had, he had but he had extras! On the third of July he showed ** and ~. Denise showed she had gone shopping with Kathleen and Carla.

"That bastard!" She said, out loud. Normally she was as quiet as the carpet at work. Her outburst got Kathleen into her office.

"What's wrong?" Kathleen asked.

"I just found out that Josh is cheating on me! And, not once! He fucked 6 times, got blown 9 times and ate someone 10 times that it wasn't me!"

"How do you know?"

Denise showed Kathleen the evidence. It was pretty convincing. Then Kathleen stopped her cold by asking, "So what are you going to do?"

"He's been fucking me and someone else. I'm going to really fuck him. I need the rest of the day off." She went and saw her supervisor and explained what she had learned. Her boss gave her the rest of the day off and told reception that she was sending Denise out to a confidential client and she would be unreachable for the rest of the day. They both swore Kathleen to silence.

From her office she contacted another friend and said she was looking for a divorce lawyer for another friend. She got three referrals. On the way to the first appointment she stopped at the bank and transferred all their savings except a thousand dollars into a new account with her name only on it. From her cell she called their broker and asked what it would take to change the account to her name only. He said he could do it for what was left. He explained that Josh had already split the account in half and left her half in the joint account. She transferred all the remaining money into a new account for her alone.

She hired the attorney and they hired a PI to gather evidence of Josh's infidelity. They met for two hours and just as things were winding up his phone rang. He answered and waved Denise back into her chair.

The PI had followed Josh and had pictures of him having oral sex ^ in his car and coitus * in his new woman's apartment. The lawyer told the PI to keep gathering evidence. He hung up the phone and said, "We have evidence that he has broken the marriage vows. Getting a divorce is easy, if that's what you want to do."

"Get all the papers ready. I want to give him a chance to fix things. If he doesn't want what I want then we're getting the divorce."

"May I point out he has already started dividing your joint assets?"

"You're right! He has already shown that the marriage is over! Fuck! Sometimes I'm such a wimp! Make out the papers and well serve him as soon as they're ready."

"I can have a process server serve him at his job tomorrow, if that's what you want."

Denise was silent for a few seconds; she smiled and said, "No, I want to have him served at home. Can that be arranged?"

"I'm sure I can arrange it for any time or place you choose." 

"I'll call you when I'm ready." They shook hands and Denise left the office. Ten minutes later she called the lawyer and asked who the woman was that Josh was doing. He called her back in ten more minutes and gave her the woman's name, address and phone number. She asked if the PI was still following her husband. He was. She asked that she be called the next time he was screwing her.

Denise called the number. When the machine answered the male voice said, "You have reached the Brown's, Mike and Sarah. We're probably at work so leave us a message." She hung up. She drove to the trucking company and met with her boss and Kathleen. A plan was germinating in her head. They talked for quite a while and Carla, Denise's supervisor, called Josh and told him that she had sent Denise to Denver for two days to straighten out some problems they were having. Josh didn't act upset, he verified when she would be back and said he hoped she would call him. 

Denise went right home, packed enough clothes for two days and left. She went to Kathleen's. She had cried when she first found out, but the tears had given way to rage. She had to leave because she knew she couldn't act like everything was Ok, when she knew it wasn't.

Early the next morning Denise was parked down the street from the Brown's home. She had borrowed Kathleen's car and let Kathleen drive hers. She saw the Brown's come out the front door and get into their cars. She watched as Sarah drove away from her and Mike came her way. She followed him to his work. He pulled into the big Caterpillar dealership and parked beside the service entrance. When he got out of the car she paid attention to how he looked. Easily six foot four, maybe five, and muscled like a man would be who works on and around heavy equipment. Wavy brown hair, clean shaven and when he saw someone he gave them an easy smile that lit him up.

Denise parked next to Mike's car and followed him into the service area. A man in clean overalls approached her and said, "You must be the new mechanic we've been waiting for." He had a wide smile on his face. Since Denise was wearing a skirt and silk blouse she certainly looked like a mechanic, so she answered, "I am. I need to talk to Mike."

He turned and pointed to the office. "He's in there. If you hurry, you might get a donut."

"I'll hurry. Coffee too?"

"If you like Navy coffee." She nodded and hurried to the office. She opened the door and the noisy room with six men in it suddenly got quiet. She looked at Mike and said, "We need to talk, now and in private."

"Do I know you?"

"No, but you need to." She addressed the other men, "Could you guys give us half an hour without interruption?"

In less than a minute the big men were gone. They were well mannered and didn't ask what was up. Mike pointed to a chair, covered the seat with a clean cloth and she sat. He brought her a donut and a cup of coffee. "Milk?" he asked. She shook her head and he gave her the coffee black. She was ready for it, her Dad had been Navy.

"Ok. You have my attention and the attention of every man who works for me. Who are you and why are you here?"

"There's no gentle way I can say this and I'm sorry. Your wife and my husband are having sex together."

His face lost all its color. He looked like he had been punched hard and it knocked the wind out of him. His mouth moved a couple of times but no sound came out. His hands were on his knees and he gripped his knees tightly.

Finally he got some words out. "You're sure?"

"Pictures. Notes in his computer about what dates and what they did. And a private investigator is following my husband. I didn't know who he was doing until yesterday. The PI gave me her name, address and phone number."

"When was the last time they were together?"

"Yesterday." He slammed his hand down on the desk beside him. If it had been a wooden desk it would have been kindling. Denise jumped and saw three men outside the office turn to look. Mike was working hard to maintain control.

"I appreciate you telling me, but I didn't want to know. I don't want to know." He paused, deep in thought. "What are you going to do?"

"The next time they are together fucking I'm having him served. He has already started dividing our property without telling me, so there will be no reconciliation."

"If what you're telling me is true and I use the same lawyer we can both save some money and protect ourselves. You Ok with that?"

"Let's talk with him." She dialed and handed the phone to Mike. They talked for five minutes and Mike hung up. "He's my lawyer too. He'll call when they get together. He said to ask you what I do next."

Denise told him what she had done. Mike was in over his head. His wife, Sarah, handled all their finances. Denise helped him. The half hour turned into three hours. No one came to the office. They knew whatever was going on was important and didn't need them. Mr. Brewster, their lawyer called on Denise's cell and let her know both sets of divorce papers were ready.

Mike was on the office phone talking to his landlord about their lease when Denise's phone rang again. The PI had called her directly.

"Josh and Sarah just walked into your townhouse. You want pictures?"

"Until I get there, then no more pictures. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am. When you drive up, I drive off."

"Thank you." She hung up. Mike hung up. He faced her and she said, "They just walked into our home. What would you like to do? I want to be there when they get served."

"I want then served buck naked together with us watching!"

"Then let's go!" They gathered things and were out the office door in seconds. Mike called out to his guys and said he had some legal stuff he had to do and they were to keep working. They got in Kathleen's Ford and headed for Denise's home. When they were close she called Mr. Brewer and asked him to serve them at her home as quickly as possible. Mr. Brewster said he thought that was what they would want and the server was parked in front of her house, waiting for them.

"Mrs., don't let me hit her. I'm going to get upset when I see them. If you put your hand on my arm I won't hurt either of them. Ok?" Mike pleaded.

"I'll help you. It won't do any good for you to go to jail."

She pulled into the driveway and they got out. A man got out of his car and met them on the front porch. She unlocked the front door and they entered. The stereo was on, playing one of Denise's favorite CD's; "Classical Music for Lovers."

She led the two men with her to the master bedroom. The door was open. Sarah was on all fours on the bed with Josh standing behind her holding her hips and fucking her with long slow strokes. Denise noticed immediately she had heavy breasts that swung as he thrust into her ass. She also noticed that Sarah was not in as good physical condition as she was. Josh was faced away from the open doorway so he didn't see or hear them.

Mike started to move past Denise and she put her hand on his arm. He stopped, looked at Denise and smiled a pained smile. The server stepped past them and said, "Mr. Joshua Peterson?"

Josh's head turned and his mouth opened but he didn't say anything. The server held out the papers and asked again, "Mr. Joshua Peterson?" 

"Yeah!" Then he saw Mike and Denise and he jerked back out of Sarah. Sarah turned to see what was going on and saw Mike. She didn't see anyone else. She saw Mike and thought he was there to kill her. She screamed and started to get up off the bed. She slipped and ended up on her side on the mattress.

The server asked, "Sarah Brown?"

She blinked twice and said, "Yes." He gave her the envelope and said, "You both have been served." He left the room and a few seconds later the front door closed. Josh still hadn't moved. His erection was deflated and a long string of lube hung from his dick. Denise threw his shirt on the floor at his feet to catch the drip.

Sarah was looking at Mike and expecting the explosion that she believed was coming. Mike looked from Sarah to Josh and back to Sarah.

Denise said, "Josh, sit on the chair." She said it in a tone he had never heard before and never wanted to hear again. He sat. Denise turned to Mike and pointed to Josh's closet. "Get a couple ties and tie Josh to the chair, Mike."

When Mike moved Sarah started to move. Denise pointed a finger at her and said, "Freeze, Bitch!" Sarah did everything she was told except shiver.

Mike tied Josh to the chair. Josh regained the power of speech and said, "I can explain, Honey."

Mike put his hand over Josh's mouth and held it there long enough that Josh got the message to stay quiet. Then Mike went out of the bedroom and came back with a chair from another room. He put a towel on the chair and looked at Sarah. She looked at him in terror. He pointed to the seat of the chair and Sarah moved off the bed and into the chair. In between the bed and the chair she picked up her blouse from the floor. Mike took it from her and tossed it to the floor. He tied her to the chair much like what he had done to Josh. He looked and Denise was sitting at the foot of the bed facing the two naked lovers.

"Ok. We know you two have been fucking each other and that this was not the first time. I would like you to answer some questions. Josh, why do you believe it was Ok for you to fuck Sarah?"

"We didn't mean for it to happen..."

Denise held up her hand. "Don't go there, Josh. You knew what you were doing the whole time, every time. You made a promise to me that you would never fuck anyone but me. You promised never to eat a pussy except mine. I promised only to suck your cock and no other man's! You promised not to stick your cock into another woman. You broke every promise and you did it in every hole of her body!"

"I have no excuse. All I can say is I did it because I could."

"Maybe Hillary would buy that load of shit and stay married to Bill, but not me! Our marriage was over the first time you dipped your cock into her!" Denise pointed at Sarah.

Sarah was crying. Mike spoke. His voice was soft and barely above a whisper.




Whatever Comes



"How do you think I felt when I found out you were fucking someone else? How could I feel? Just two nights ago you told me what a great lover I am. You told me I have a big cock and it fills you up. Now, I remember all those things and they are lies you told me."

"No! You are a great lover!"

"Then, why are you fucking him?"

Denise added, "You still haven't said why you were fucking her."

"I have no excuse." Josh said. "And I didn't want you to ever find out."

"I did find out. Finding out was bad. Walking in here and seeing her tits swinging while your cock pumped into her was a hundred times worse!"

Mike stood up and pulled his shirt up and off. He turned to Denise and helped her stand. He gently took her face in his hands and they kissed. Denise hadn't kissed a man other than Josh since her third year of college. His kiss was tender, soft and yet insistent. She found herself returning it. When it ended she stepped back and looked at Josh.

"I'm not out of control. I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm going to undress and I'm going to fuck Mike. I'll suck his cock and I may even let him into my ass. It won't be a mistake, an accident or any such bullshit. You two ended our marriages. We aren't cheating. We aren't married."

Mike unbuttoned Denise's blouse and removed it. He hung it on a hanger and hung the hanger on the closet door knob. She was wearing Josh's favorite bustier. Mike sat on the end of the bed and kissed both of Denise's tits through the cups of the bustier. She showed him how to take the cups off, baring her tits for his enjoyment.

She looked at Josh and said, "Remember when I bought this for you? Remember how you said my tits tasted? Well, you'll never taste them again."

Josh closed his eyes and Denise leaned to him and slapped his face. "You will watch! You get this as part of the consequences of fucking her." She dropped her skirt to the floor and Josh saw she was wearing thigh high stockings, no panties. His cock started to grow.

Mike saw it and said, "Look at his cock Sarah. He's getting hard for another woman even though your naked ass is right there. Would you like to suck him, Sarah?"

"No! Mike, stop torturing me!"

"No. You will watch." He stood back up and Denise helped him remove his pants and boxers. His big cock sprang up and Denise wrapped her hand around it. 

Mike moved them closer to both Sarah and Josh. He held her tits in his hands and she stroked his cock. They kissed.

"Denise, Honey, do you like having your pussy eaten?"

"I shaved my pussy to make it easy and fun for you to eat me, Mike."

She lie on her back and spread her legs, open wide so Josh and Sarah could watch Mike's face bringing her pleasure. Mike had loved eating pussy since he was twelve and his older sister taught him how and told him no girl would ever get pregnant from it. He was blessed with a strong and long tongue. Denise thought about how painful it had been to see Josh buried in Sarah's ass. Five seconds after his tongue touched her labia she forgot about Josh and Sarah watching. She willingly surrendered to the feelings she was getting from Mike.

Mike worked his hands and tongue and felt Denise approaching her first orgasm. He smiled and licked across her clit. She arched and moaned deep from within. Mike put a finger inside her and turned his head to look at Sarah. Tears were streaming down her face.

"You used to like it when I licked you like this. Never again." He turned back and used his face to push Denise to another orgasm. She screamed and held his head as she flooded his face with her juices. Mike got up and walked to Josh. He wiped his face with his hand and wiped his hand on Josh's face. "Smell that Josh? Feel her wetness. It isn't yours anymore. It's mine. Look at her, Josh. Her legs are wide open waiting for my cock to fill her up. Be sure you watch Josh."

Mike stepped back to Denise and positioned himself at her opening. He spoke.

"Nine years since my cock has been inside anyone except you Sarah. Nine years of being devoted to you. That ended when you invited him in your cunt!" He pushed in slowly and Denise moaned again and lifted her legs higher.

"Oh Mike! You feel so good! Do me deep, Honey!"

He pumped and filled her channel fast and deep. A minute later he shifted them on the bed and moved so Josh could see him sucking Denise's tits as his cock moved in and out of her. Denise watched Josh's face and cried as Mike filled her. She could see how much watching was killing him. Part of her wanted to comfort him, but she could also see his whore sitting next to him and it made her want to hurt him.

"Remember Josh when we bought this bed? You asked the salesman how long it would last. He said twelve years and you asked how long it would last if we had sex on it every day. You'll never know the answer. I'll burn the mattress. You fucked someone else on it. You broke our marriage!"

She rolled over and stuck her ass up towards Mike. "Mike, take my ass! Sarah gave Josh her ass and I'll bet it wasn't a virgin ass. Not even Josh was ever in my ass. Show him how great my ass is, Mike. Fuck my ass!"

He lubed her ass with his spit and her pussy juices. He pressed his cock into her ass and took his time. She talked to Josh and Sarah as Mike slowly filled her ass.

She used a hand to get her barely-B cup breasts to swing as Mike fucked her ass. Josh cried and Sarah sobbed as they watched.

Mike said, "Denise I'm close. Do you want me to cum in your ass?"

"No. Sarah deserves to know she gets your last load all over her face and body. I get every load from now on!"

Mike pulled out and turned to Sarah, his cock sprayed cum on her face, hair and chest. The third shot Mike turned and sprayed Josh's face and chest. The rest he dribbled onto Sarah.

Denise took Mike by the hand and they went into the bathroom and showered. They dried each other in the bathroom and held on to each other for a few minutes. Mike started to say something and Denise put her finger to his lips.

They redressed and sat again on the end of the bed facing the two cum splattered lovers. Mike asked, "So, what are your plans?"

"Mike, I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to make it up to you. I don't want to lose you."

"Let me guess. You don't love Josh, it was just about sex." She nodded.

"Well, I think you know sex is important to me. I'm moving this weekend. You can have our apartment. Move Josh in, if you want to. But, oops, you just told him you don't love him. Well, you two can work out the details."

Denise stood and said, "Don't leave yet. I have a going away present for you." She ran from the room and was back pretty quickly. She had a paper bag or two from the market. She gathered Josh's clothes and Sarah's and put them in the bag. She found Sarah's purse and opened it, retrieving the set of keys. She took the car key and electronic car door opener off the key ring and pressed them into Sarah's hand. She dropped Sarah's purse in the other bag along with Josh's wallet. She said, "I'll put the bags on the front porch for you. Mike will untie you and he will wait two minutes then his promise to me not to hurt either of you physically will expire. If I was you, I'd wait till I was a ways from here before I dressed." 

She carried both bags downstairs, dumped the purse and wallet in the hall closet and transferred some clothes into the second bag. She put both bags on the porch and wrote down Sarah's license number from her car.

"OK, Mike untie them." Thirty seconds later she heard both of them coming down the stairs and she held the front door open for them. They stepped out and grabbed the bags. Sarah ran for her car. Josh grabbed the other bag and followed her. Denise picked up Josh's cell phone and called the police.

"77th Precinct. Officer Higan, how may I help you?"

"Is it against the law to drive naked?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Well I just saw a yellow Toyota on Front Street headed north and the two people in it were naked! I got their license number." She gave it and hung up.

She went back upstairs and found Mike sitting on the bed. He didn't look at her when she joined him sitting on the bed. They say quietly for a long time. Finally, Mike turned to Denise and said, "I'm sorry. Sorry if I hurt you, not sorry we had sex."

"I'm not going to accept you apology. You didn't hurt me. Josh did. I'm wondering if you and I can build something out of this."

"Out of catching our spouses fucking and fucking in front of them?"

"No. Out of being thrust together and instead of staying victims becoming victors. What we did was pay-back, was revenge, was the best "Fuck You" ever and we can turn it into something else."

"What?"

"I know you. You were faithful to her for nine years. I know temptation came your way, and you resisted. You know my promises meant something to me too. Let's stand on that and build something we can both count on."

"Your place or mine?"

"For the moment, neither. Until the divorces are final, we're just the offended parties. Then I'd like to get a new place. One without all the emotional baggage this one has.

"Can you take me back to work? I'd hate for them to figure out they don't need me." She took him back to work, gave him all her contact info and didn't kiss him good-bye. She reached over and squeezed his cock through his pants.

Sarah and Josh spent three nights in jail. They had various charges. Nudity in public, driving without a license, no identification, were the biggest. When they got out neither could get into their own homes because they had no keys. They had to get Mike and Denise to be there when they came home.

Denise asked the officer to wait a minute while Mike got enough stuff to leave again. Since she was getting a divorce she didn't want him in the house. The locks had been changed.

Mike had already packed a suitcase for Sarah and handed it to her at the front door. "You can make arrangements through my lawyer to come get any of the rest of your things. The locks have been changed. You are no longer my wife."

The divorces didn't take half an hour once they were in court. When the first objection was heard Mr. Brewster stood up and said, "Your Honor, we would like to introduce these photographs and affidavits from a witness who saw Mrs. Brown and Mr. Peterson having sexual contact.

The lawyer for Sarah and Josh stopped everything by saying, "My clients are willing to sign the dissolution now, if the pictures and DVD are turned over to them."

Mr. Brewster produced the two sets of documents and they were signed. They were a little different from what they had seen before and wouldn't sign. These papers demanded that they each leave the state and stayed gone for five years. They had thirty days to comply. Non-compliance created them forfeiting everything they owned in the state. They signed and the judge signed as well.

Thirty one days later the lawyer, Mr. Brewster, walked into the bank where Josh had his accounts and showed their lawyer the signed agreement. The bank lawyer made a phone call to Josh and asked him what his address was. He thanked him and hung up. Three hundred thousand dollars transferred to another bank, into the account of Denise. 

Mr. Brewster drove to Sarah's bank and did the same dance. Mike got all her money. When the divorce first happened she got a split and deposited ninety three thousand in her account. Thirty-one days later she lost eighty-seven thousand for not reading the agreement she had signed.

While Josh was at work the next day the repo man came and got his car. A different repo man took Sarah's Toyota. They were each left a notice of why their car was no longer there.

Mike and Denise went slow. They didn't have sex for a month after their first time. He flew to Las Vegas and she flew to Denver, the same week. He rented a car and they met in Santa Fe New Mexico. They stayed in their room for two days.

A month later she flew to Seattle for a three day weekend and he flew to Portland. They met at his brother's cabin near Trout Lake Washington. It was a beautiful fall weekend and they didn't notice.

When Mike told me the story I asked if they felt badly about what they did that day in Denise and Josh's townhouse.

"I started to a few times. So did Denise, but we realized if you break your promises, you invite whatever comes."



Whatever Creams Your Twinkie



Now, before I start offending anyone, I just want to say this: This submission is just a jab in the ribs to some of those fetishes that are a little....how should I say, WHOA! These are entirely my opinions and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of Literotica or anyone else.

The first thing I'm going to mention is scat and golden showers. I seriously wonder about this one. The peeing not so much, but the pooping? I didn't think anyone liked to get shat apon. But I was very wrong. Apparently lots of people like to feel like a sexual god or goddess by covering themselves in as much crap as possible. Especially the Germans and the Japanese (I think these are the leading producers of scat porn). Sometimes, the shit and piss actually gets ingested. Now, perhaps one of you readers out there is into this sort of thing and can e-mail me with your version of why this is so arousing. Maybe I'll try to write a story about it. Like right now.

Gregor awoke early in the morning with a leisurely stretch . He smiled devilishly as he thought about his passionate encounters with Ava the night before. He just couldn't get that hot ass and those plump, juicy lips out of his mind as he made his way to the bathroom to empty his bladder. His cock was already tingling as he noticed the note on the bathroom door. It said: Lover, left you something to remember me by until we meet again. Always yours, Ava. Gregor entered through the door and immediately recognized the pungent fragrance. He followed it to the big iron tub, and inside was a big, steaming pile of erotic fecal fun. Gregor's cock was uncontrollably throbbing now as he embraced it in one hand and reached down with the other...

Jesus, I can't do it. I just can't. Convincing myself that I'm the fairy godmother of Flavor Flav would be easier than being comfortable writing an erotic story about turds. I just thought of something really funny. I wonder if the scat community thinks Mr. Hanky is a sex symbol. Hee hee. But seriously folks, on the real, human shit is loaded with disease causing micoorganisms, especially E-coli. Why do you think you hear about all these people in third world countries dying of all kinds of nasty diseases? Because they fertilize their crops with their own excretement and the water supply is usually contaminated with the like. Yeah, nothing turns me on like a good case of Hepatitis A.

Speaking of dying, I can't help but bring up everybody's favorite group of weirdos, the necrophiliacs. Most people think that this is a desire to fuck dead folks. Not necessarily. Evidently, this group is subdivided into 3 categories. There's the desire to fuck someone that's sleeping or passed out drunk(popular with high school boys and college fraternities, enter roofies), the desire to smother or choke another into a state of unconsciousness during the sexual act, and then there's actually fucking dead people. The scary thing about that last one is that some of these people that need to act out the fantasy of making love to the dead go and get jobs at funeral homes and morgues. It's still up in the air whether the number of mortuary/morgue employees that are necrophiliacs is high. But it's kind of gross to think about what may or may not have happened to Grandma Hansen in her final stops before the funeral. And don't get it twisted, it isn't just guys participating in this. You may think to yourself : "How the hell can a woman make love to a dead man?"

I'll go as far as I can with this until I feel so dirty that I end up in the shower in the fetal position crying.

As she finished her duties for the night, Lindsay felt like she was leaving something out. 2:12 a.m., the clock read. She was tired, and the funeral home was such a quiet and lonely place at this hour. But there was just something about him, something so tragic it called to her. She had only gotten a brief look at him when they brought him in this afternoon. He had died on his jobsite after falling off of some scaffolding. He looked so young, so beautiful. Lindsay walked downstairs and opened the double doors to the preparation room. And there, she saw him waiting for her on the embalming table, cold, white, and lifeless. She felt sad that she never knew this man in life, and looked down at the tag dangling from his big toe. His name was Matthew McConnell. Just knowing his name made her feel closer to him now as she leaned forward to kiss his cool, dry lips that still had a little blood on them. A fire of desire spread through her that she had never known before. She could not accept that she could not make love to this man simply because his heart was no longer beating. She knew he could satisfy her. Lindsay turned to the instrument table and picked up the trocar, a long needle used for removing the blood during the embalming process. Knowing he could no longer feel any pain, she took his beautiful flaccid cock in her other hand and exposed the underside of it. Slowly, she pushed the large needle into the base of his penis, stretching it further with the other hand to facilitate as much length as she could. When she was done, it was a much an erect cock as she could hope for. The sight of it was too much, she couldn't deny herself any longer. Lindsay removed her clothes and climbed up on the embalming table to straddle her dead lover...

Alright! The heebie jeebies have set in. Blech! But as you can see, it is entirely possible for a woman to have sex with a dead man. Understandable? No. Sane? Probably not. But possible. It's also probably possible to stick an entire watermelon in your ass but I don't recommend it. Like human shit, human corpses are also a host to a multitude of bacteria. After death occurs, the bacteria that naturally reside in the body go on a breeding frenzy in the absence of the living human components of the immune system. Picture one of P. Diddy's parties, but with bacteria instead of rappers and the Hilton sisters. Not only that, but every state in the U.S. has some kind of law against inappropriate liberties with a corpse. Can you imagine doing this and getting caught? You would quickly want to trade places with your sexual "partner" for all the humiliation you would experience as long as you lived. And I use the term 'partner' loosely as that implies "active participant".

So, what are you into? Do other people think it's fucked up? I have fantasies about really weird shit, and everyone that I've told has looked at me like I need to be on medication. Like, the one where Pinhead from the movie Hellraiser is ravaging my body while I'm chained naked to a giant stone ball. Or getting pounded from behind by Sasquatch or the Wolfman. The sad but great thing about my fantasies, though, is that they will stay fantasies because they involve fictional and mythical beings and there is no way to act them out. Not that acting them out would be wrong, but truth be told, if I saw a sasquatch or a werewolf in the woods I would probably shit all over myself and die of a heart attack. But if that happened, I know of at least two kinds of people that would STILL think I'm hot...