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Grounds

By: Manjaro_Eve



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Copyright 2000 Manjaro
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Raymond and Teresa Quartraro seemed like your average nice neighbor couple when I moved in next door. Maybe they were more attractive than most thirty-something’s. For the first few months I lived in my house I used to see them working outside on the weekends, and we’d exchange pleasantries. A couple of times I had used the gate in the fence between our backyards to pop over and lend a hand when I saw they could use one. Otherwise, we went our separate ways.

That winter, snow was falling thickly and winds were howling like banshees the morning I stumbled on to Raymond’s and Teresa’s dirty little secret. I found myself helping Teresa out of a jam. The details aren’t important except that she was on the verge of hypothermia when I got her into my place. Half-carrying her to my guest bathroom, I ordered her into a hot shower and started some tea for her. While water boiled, I hurried to put my ear to the bathroom door. I could hear the shower. Wisps of steam worked their way under the door.

"Are you OK in there?" I shouted. She had been shivering uncontrollably when I had brought her in. I feared she might lose consciousness.

"I’m alright." Her words were weak but audible.

"Listen, I’m going to leave a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt on the floor right here. I’ve got tea on, or I can make coffee."

"Tea." Voice a little stronger.

About ten minutes later she entered my kitchen hugging herself as if to still the shivers that continued to beat a path up and down her frame. I fixed her tea the way she indicated she liked it and set it before her on the table. Then I sat across from her and watched her sip from her cup. Finally, she looked up.

"Thank you soo much, Jack. I thought I was going to die out there."

"Do you want to explain how you happened to be outside in ten-below wind chill in your nightgown?" I asked quietly.

"Can I have more tea, please." 

"Sure, but Teresa, you don’t strike me as a moron or suicidal. What happened?" 

"Jack, can I please tell you about it some other time? I really, really appreciate your help, but I just don’t want to talk about it right now, OK?" 

I am such a sucker for women in trouble. I could no more refuse her appeal than I could fly into the sun. But, I’m no fool either. It was obvious far more was going on here than met the eye. Her next words told me I was on target.

"Jack, please don’t tell Raymond about helping me or about my being here."

"What?"

"Please, Jack."

"Why?" 

"He’s funny about things. He gets jealous…and stuff."

"He did this didn’t he?" 

"Jack, I promise I’ll explain…later. Please?"

Reaching for her cup, I motioned an offer for more tea. She nodded. For just a moment we looked at each other intently. It struck me how lovely and vulnerable she looked. I wondered for the millionth time how guys could be so cruel to women, especially women like this one. 

Steeping her tea I speculated if there was anything I could do. Kick his ass and warn him not to harm her again? Been there, done that, odds not so good… shit! When I brought her cup this time I went to her side. For just a moment I rested my hand on her shoulder.

"Teresa, I won’t say anything this time. If there’s anything I can do, you know where to find me, okay?"

She placed her hand over mine and gave me a little squeeze.

"Thanks, I owe you, Jack"

"Yeah, right."

Without too much trouble I was able to get in her house and unlock her front door.

Through my window I watched her make her way through the snow to her place. Later, I found a plastic grocery bag on my back deck. Inside, with the clothes she’d borrowed, was a note:

Jack,

You are a kind and sweet man. I am so lucky to have you for a neighbor.

T.

About a week and a half later, on a much nicer day, coffee was brewing, and I was just sitting down to the newspaper when I heard tapping on the slider to the deck. Indy came racing out from the bedroom to see if another cat or a squirrel was invading his territory. He lost interest as soon as he discovered it was just a human.

I didn’t lose interest. I was surprised as hell to see Teresa waiting for me to open the door! 

"Hi, Teresa. I haven’t seen you…in a while. How are you doing?" 

"I’m doing okay, you know," she said with a small smile.

"Can I get you anything? I’ve got coffee going."

"Coffee sounds good. Where are your cups?

"Teresa, sit down. I’ll get the coffee. How do you like yours?"

"Jack, let me do it, OK? Last time you did all the serving. It’s my turn." Another small smile tried to light up her face. 

"Okay, cups are right there. I like mine black. Coffee, not cup."

Teresa got our coffee, sat down, and cleared her throat. This was obviously a prelude to something she considered difficult, but I couldn’t let her start without finding out where Raymond was.

"Oh, he works rotating shifts, so his hours vary from one week to the next."

"So, the answer is he’s at work."

"Yes," she laughed.

"Hey, you look great when you laugh. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company today?"

Teresa was feeling relaxed.

"I made you a promise and I’m here to keep it." With that, Teresa went on to explain the complexities of her marriage to Raymond, including his need to utterly control her. In her effort to present a balanced accounting she told me some of Raymond’s finer qualities as well as describing his means of punishing her when he perceived she was not being a good wife. She was quick to point out that her husband didn’t beat her, he just did mean and spiteful things to her. He wasn’t really "bad". When I asked how her being locked out in the cold dressed only in her nightgown played into all of this she hesitated.

"Well, he was madder than usual. It’s the first time he’s ever done anything that could hurt me seriously."

"Teresa, has he always been this way, or is he getting worse?"

She couldn’t answer confidently either way.

I kept silent during her story for the most part, even when I felt she was deluding herself or otherwise shading the truth. Getting her story out seemed a good idea on its own. As I listened I observed her carefully. My attention was drawn to her not only by her words, but by the way she moved her hands when she spoke, by the light reflecting from her shiny, jet black hair, by how her lips formed words, by the contrast of her caramel complexion with the cream of her sweater, by the swell of her breasts, and by her long dark lashes.

"Careful, Jack," a voice inside warned. My distraction was not so strong that I couldn’t begin to get a feel for what kind of person she was. I realized she was a pretty decent human being.

When she was done, she looked to me for a reaction.

"Hmm, Hon, I think your husband does not deserve you. Why don’t you leave him and find someone who appreciates you?"

"It’s not that simple, Jack."

"Of course it’s simple. It’s just not easy sometimes."

"Jack, ...never mind."

"Okay, I’m sorry. Thanks for sharing all of that..."

"Let me get you some more coffee."

"That would be good."

So we declared a truce of sorts. I wouldn’t nag her about her marriage and she wouldn’t ...what? It seemed she had outmaneuvered me. 

We talked about other things. She told me about family and school, work, and sports that she liked. I filled her in on my life to that point. We laughed, commiserated over down times we’d had, and kind of just got to know each other. I liked her.

A routine of sorts developed. Every 7 to 10 days Teresa would pop in for coffee. She always insisted on serving. I teased her that she was the most attractive waitress I had ever had. There was no coffee like Teresa’s coffee. Little did I know then! I finally told her to stop knocking and just come on in. My door would remain unlocked for her.

"What if you’ve got another woman here," she asked impishly.

"Ah, come on in and join us," I cracked.

Teresa laughed. A real, open, hearty laugh.

As time went on, it was so pleasant. I’d be doing the usual morning routine and, voila, Teresa would waltz in smiling. By this time she knew where all of my vast collection of mugs were, plus the sugar, milk, etc. She’d whip my coffee up better than I could (how do women do that?)

We’d sit and talk, or sometimes not. Sometimes we would both read the paper, commenting on the news every so often. I was totally comfortable with this lovely young woman. It seemed good for her, too. Once she told me that our little sessions were like a mini-vacation. She was so sweet.

Then one morning, I woke up and something was wrong! Usually I rocket out of bed, if I’m not hung over or short on sleep. Today I felt blah. I lay there dozing on and off for who knows how long. 

"Jack?"

"Huh?" I must have dozed off again.

"Jack? Where are you?" 

"Teresa? I’m in here, wait a second." Before I could hop out of bed she stepped into my bedroom.

"Oh, Jack. I’m sorry. Do you know what time it is? I thought sure you’d be up by now."

"No, no, that’s alright. I should have been."

"Jack, stay right there. I’m going to serve you coffee there. You deserve some special treatment. You can relax and have your coffee in bed, like royalty." She actually came over and fluffed my pillows so I could sit up comfortably. Was I still asleep?

"I’ll be right back. Your coffee maker’s already done its job." 

It couldn’t have been more than two minutes before she walked back in with a steaming cup for me. I’d just made it back into bed from taking a quick sip of Listerine. Sitting there with the covers pulled up to my waist, I took the cup from her hands.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" Big smile on her face. Surreal!

"Uh, no, this is fine." Where was this going? 

"Is your coffee OK?"

"Yeah?" I was gesturing the question now. Teresa walked to the far side of the bed, my left, and undressed. She did this so quickly my jaw barely had time to drop.

"Teresa, what are you…" 

"Jack, hold me." She slipped into bed and under my arm to rest her head on my chest. I moved to set my cup on the end table. Curiously, she stopped me.

"Jack, drink your coffee and hold me. I just want to snuggle against you and relax." Well, what in the hell was all this about? Was Teresa some kind of tease? Maybe she did just want me to hold her. It would have been very pleasant were I not trying frantically to figure the angle. She slipped her right arm behind me, her left palm resting on my abdomen, right cheek almost touching my left nipple. Hell, now it was very pleasant!

"Jack, this is so nice. I can’t tell you how good it feels to be held by someone who cares about me." Okay! Friendship is great, but I was acutely conscious that neither of us had any clothes on. Just what kind of friend was I supposed to be? I sipped my coffee, watching her fingers wander along the dark trail of hair on my belly that led upward to the silver field covering my chest. Her nails scratched lightly through to the skin under my fur, then began backtracking. My manhood began to stir like a well-fed python, languid, but dangerous. "Friend" was struggling to keep his place in the world. 

Her fingers became intrepid explorers, boldly tracking beyond their original starting point, slipping into the dark, warm world beneath the covers. I felt their footsteps.

I moved once more to put my cup on the table. 

She half-whispered, "Jack, don’t move." Fearing to break the spell, I froze. Fingertips grazed my hair, probing lightly below and around. Her warm hand gently cupped my sac, then slipped to grasp my thickening cock, squeezing gently, gauging my breadth and length. 

Suddenly she moved downward, throwing the covers back to my thighs, resting her head on my hip. Her eyes became anxious participants in her exploration. Mine ricocheted between her face and her hand on me. At first, they flew open in astonishment, then they slitted as the Beast within me devoured the Friend. Seconds seemed as hours. After a few, her eyes met mine, then she pulled my shaft deliberately to her mouth. Her eyes closed. Her cheek still pressed my hip, but responsibility for exploration had shifted. 

I watched her tongue probe the tip of my cock, then her lips encircle me. I sipped my coffee. Teresa felt the movement and opened her eyes briefly to watch me. 

"Ummm," she moaned softly, and her efforts became more passionate. 

Parallel lines of sunlight, filtered by window blinds, illuminated each caress of her lips. Her raven tresses spilled across my thigh as she pulled the covers completely off me. She moved to settle between my legs, never breaking our intimate contact. 

A test! I took another sip of coffee, and again her reaction was as if a hard lover had just entered her from behind.

I had to know, "Baby, stop, for just a moment. What is it about the coffee?"

"Raymond is always after me to suck him. I do it but I hate it. You...taste so good, and feel so good in my mouth. The thought of you casually drinking your coffee, watching me do you like... it’s just so natural, turns me on. I guess I wish I could do it right in front of him, have your big hard cock in my mouth, suck you off, completely, while you enjoy your coffee. It would drive him crazy." Her words were making me throb.

"Move up here, next to me."

She moved to comply, stroking me once more on the way. When she was next to me I leaned over and kissed her. I reached between her legs. I found her soaking. With no resistance I slipped first one, then two, fingers into her. I withdrew them to taste her, leisurely licking every drop, slowly. She watched with rapt attention. When next I touched her it was to explore that most sensitive spot. Teresa’s response was electrifying! In moments she was thrusting her hips futilely, seeking nirvana. Nirvana, I knew, was now mine to give. She had awakened the Beast, and she was now his.

I teased her, strumming her like a flesh and blood guitar. She became at once my instrument, and her lust was my music. At times I would watch the spectacle of fingers, or my wrist, or the back of my hand, sending waves of pleasure through her. Other times I would kiss her lips. She would nibble or gnaw at me depending on the notes I was playing. Her breathing became ragged, gasps mingled with cries. I finally released her to her climax, granting her almost a half-minute before beginning her next, less urgent, song.

There was no rhythm, only chaos. Pace, speed, pressure, everything, was varied each time she began to get comfortable with a pattern. She learned to dance to it. She learned to love to dance to it. I withdrew once more and knelt up next to her. She stopped, her eyes still closed, waiting for my next surprise.

"Teresa."

She opened her eyes. I took a sip. She took me into her mouth.

Later, waiting for Teresa to get me a fresh cup, I wondered if Raymond had been there to see. 

Our relationship had taken on a new dimension. The coffee ritual anchored that dimension. Every time Teresa came over she would bring me coffee, and then lavish me with oral attention. It was Teresa’s foreplay. Meanwhile, I took on a coffee addiction unrelated to caffeine.

Making love with Teresa was nothing short of incredible! We both gave much and took more. Intense passion interspersed with tender affection. When our bodies were spent, we talked. As often as possible I’d make her laugh, and her delight was my reward.

Once I observed a large bruise on her right buttock, almost certainly from a kick.

"That’s it, I’m going to rip his fucking head off."

"Jack, if you do that, what we have will end."

Resignedly I said, "I thought I was supposed to be the wise one." Frustration gnawed huge chunks out of me. The thought of us ending surprised me with the force of its pain. I kissed the bruise, willing it to go away.

The last time we were together is still fresh in my memory after eight years. I didn’t know it was going to be our last time.

I could only hold my cup so long. Then I had to set it down and pull her to me. I inhaled her freshness and kissed the top of her head while she drew little circles on my chest with her tongue. I laid her gently on her back, pinning her wrists in a gentle parody of forceful ravishment. My lips began a journey from her neck, tangling briefly with a wild tendril of hair, eventually breaking free to nibble at her shoulder. Releasing her wrists, I slid down to ravage each breast, leaving both equally loved. I stopped at her navel, testing its depth with my tongue. At the thicket between her legs I explored its edges. I combed her with my teeth, then bathed her meticulously before diving into the warm, wet oasis at her center. My hands grasped her firm, warm cheeks. My head rose so I could watch the effects of my kisses. I lifted her to my mouth as one would a bowl of fine wine. Like fine wine, she was intoxicating! She looked at me tenderly, "Jack, I want this to go on forever. I want to chain you here, and feed you and suck you, and fuck with you, forever." 

When I had to have her, I let her down and knelt between her legs. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Wrap your arms and legs around me, baby."

When she was secure, I knelt, again cupping her ass, this time to lift and drop her on to my engorged cock. Over and over I pistoned her up and down. Our bodies became drenched with sweat, and other wetness. The slap of wet flesh echoed through the room. The aroma of raw sex permeated the atmosphere. Cries and moans mingled. 

We stopped! 

I held her tightly, buried deep within her. She opened her eyes. We stared at each other. I took in her hair, plastered to her forehead. I saw her big brown eyes, wide with question and desperation to move on. Her full red lips drew mine. She was never more beautiful! As I kissed her I flexed inside her. She moaned into me. I moved to lick her sweat from her forehead, then I gently kissed each eyelid. When I leaned away she opened her eyes. I flexed again! Her pupils dilated and her nostrils flared. Power surged through me. We started again, each stroke harder, the pace quickening! She held on as if her life depended on it. She began to chant, "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me..." Her words were like irresistible drumbeats that drove me. Veins popped out in my shoulders and arms as muscles cried for rest. We went on and on.

I think, I’m not sure, that she began to cum about the time she started chanting. I’m not sure because I became lost. Lost in sensual overdose, lost in the primal sounds emanating from my chest and lungs. Lost in the world she had taken me to.

Finally, unleashed became the brute. Something like a cross between a growl and a roar escaped me. I tried, for an instant, to channel my entire being across the bridge between us, to become totally in her. 

I no longer had the strength to hold her. We separated and lay down next to each other, chests heaving. After a few moments I started to rise to get her a glass of water. She grasped my arm, fiercely.

"What is it, babe?"

"Nothing, I just... didn’t want you to go."

I laughed. "I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right back with your water."

We lay with each other another hour or so, talking, nuzzling, kissing. Only later did I realize Teresa was pensive. Only later, when I had relived every moment of our time together that day.

Four days after that I came home from work to find that my neighbors, the Quartraros, had moved away. Address unknown!

Of the two ways to look at this episode of life, I choose the positive, most of the time.

Postscript: After writing this, I drove to my old neighborhood and parked near the house I had lived in, and loved in. I couldn’t see the gate in back that Teresa used for her visits. The yards look similar but not the same. Different people inhabit the houses. Life goes on. I hope it goes on well for Teresa


Grounds For Divorce Ch. 01



Chapter One: A slut is found out.

Tracy Jenkins stared at the guest she was admitting to her home on Saturday evening. The minute she saw him she knew she was in trouble. He was her husbands ex-college roommate and he was in town on business for Monday. At her husband Tom's insistence he came in two days early for a visit and stay with them, their first reunion since graduation almost ten years earlier. The problem was that he had actually come in three days early. And Tracy had picked him up last night in the airport hotel bar and they had spent a wild night between the sheets while she was supposedly visiting her mother.

Tracy had, on occasion, gone out and picked up a guy for a night just as she had last night. Her trysts were infrequent and were intended more to satiate her uncontrollable urges than as straight infidelity because she loved her husband, deeply. She knew there was always a chance she could get caught so she always stayed at an airport hotel several hours from home where she would more than likely see lonely travelers. Her pussy, still tender from the pounding she took last night, throbbed in glee at his appearance but the look Evan gave her, even though she was made-up and dressed completely different, let her know she was busted and he did not look pleased at the revelation.

Dinner went smoothly, if only because most of it was catch up conversation between Tom and Evan. Tracy tended to the children, Lisa 8 and Thomas Junior 6, and stayed out of the talking. After dinner the men went downstairs to the rec room and Tracy played with the children until it was their bedtime, when she gave them their baths. She could barely think, at times nauseous and at times filled with rage. She knew both men had got their degrees at a Christian university and Tom had always maintained that their unimaginative sex life was adequate because of the bible's teachings. When she did try to become more adventurous he insisted married women shouldn't want sex the way she did. Only harlots and whores wanted to feel a cock in their mouth. Only gays and degenerates wanted to have their assholes touched. He insisted there was nowhere in the bible that decreed a man was to put his mouth on a woman's filthy place. Each time he had said those things a knife went through Tracy's heart. She otherwise loved him with everything she had, he was a good father and husband. When they married he knew she'd had a couple previous lovers but he 'forgave her' and insisted he would be everything she had been looking for.

As she finally tucked Lisa into bed she reflected on the fact she had been a perfect wife until Thomas Junior's, or TJ's, third birthday. That was when they decided they weren't going to have any more kids and Tom insisted she get her tubes tied. It wasn't healthy for a man to get a vasectomy. She had gone ahead and had her tubal ligation thinking that at least they might have more sex but from there what sex life they had went rapidly downhill. They only had sex every couple of months and only after much begging and pleading on Tracy's part. Tom was more than up to the task, strong, virile, and enthusiastic at those times, bringing her to several climaxes. Still it was only straight forward, lights out, missionary for them. She knew he masturbated too and her self esteem paid the price when she tried to reason out why he felt the need to do that and not come to her for relief. Finally the children were in bed and she had no more excuses not to go sit with the men. Steeling herself she walked towards the basement door, ready to face the music.

Tom and Evan had spent the two and a half hours since supper talking about their lives. Tom raved about his job as a purchasing V.P. at a major corporation in town. He also praised the church they belonged to and was excited he had been nominated for a deaconship. It was a progressive church and he thought a little too forward in it's thinking but he figured he could help guide it back to the path once he was made deacon. He also spent not a little time bragging about his beautiful wife and how she had fought to regain her figure after having the kids. And he raved about how smart his children were. Evan was similarly exuberant about his own children, even though he and his wife had divorced several years previous. He was generally subdued during the rest of the conversation though and finally Tom felt obliged to ask him about it.

Evan looked at Tom for a minute without answering. When he finally spoke his voice was strained. "Tom, I have to tell you something and I think it's going to be a shock."

"What is it, Evan? You can ask me anything, man." Tom figured Evan was going to ask him for help, either borrow money or for a professional referral.

"Tom, I met Tracy last night."

"What do you mean? Tracy wasn't in Winnipeg?" Tom laughed. "She was at her mother's in London."

"No Tom. I flew in last night so I wouldn't be exhausted today. I met a client this morning before driving here. I stayed at the Royal Hampshire in Burlington, by the airport. I met Tracy in the bar, only I didn't know it was her."

Tom laughed. "No Evan, you're wrong. Tracy was in London. Maybe she just looked like her, you know. The lighting, the alcohol."

Evan looked at Tom for a minute before answering. "She has a mole inside her right thigh. Right up near the curve of her ass."

Tom blanched and jumped up, his fists clenched at his side. "You're having an affair?"

Evan got up and went to the rudimentary bar. He poured them each a scotch on the rocks and swigged his. "Tom, I just met her for the first time last night. She was dressed to kill and without too much trouble I got her back to my room. I'm ashamed to say everything we did. Suffice it to say... actually there's hardly anything we didn't do."

Tom drained his drink and fell back into his chair. Tears filled his eyes as he whimpered, "Tracy?"

"I'm sorry Tom." Evan put his hand on Tom's arm and Tom jerked away from him.

"How could you?" Tom was staring into space, obviously referring to Tracy.

"Maybe I should go, Tom."

Tom roused for a minute. "Umm, no. Not yet anyways. I have to think."

Unfortunately he didn't have long to think because they heard Tracy coming through the door at the top of the stairs. When she came to the bottom she looked at the guys and she knew. And Tom knew Evan was telling the truth. He could see it in Tracy's eyes. She just stood there and her bottom lip started trembling. She tried to hold it in but her whole chin started to contort and she threw her hands over her face and sobbed. Tom jumped up and ran over to her, staring down at her in disbelief.

"Why?" he shouted. "How could you betray me like this?"

"I'm so sorry!" Tracy moaned as she collapsed on the second step, against the wall. "I didn't want to! Dear Lord, I didn't want to!"

Tom screamed at her, "You slut! Don't bring the Lord's name into this. You've been listening to the devil." He turned and went back over to the bar and slammed another shot of scotch.

Tracy got on her knees and assumed the prayer position with her hands clasped in front of her chin. She knee walked towards the bar.

"Tom, baby, please! I love you!"

"Well, you've got a funny way of showing it, slut!"

Although Tracy was looking up at Tom she timidly replied, "Well so do you."

"What?" screamed Tom. "What on earth could I have done to deserve this treatment. How many others were there?"

Tracy was starting to get mad. "It's not what you did. It's what you didn't do. And there were five other times over the years, since you basically cut me off." She glanced a quick look at Evan, not really wanting to bring up her issues.

"Oh, don't give me that shit. Just because you were a slut, I should have known you would always be a slut."

"You bastard!" hissed Tracy. "I had three boyfriends before you. I met you when I was twenty three. Just because I had sex with three steady guys doesn't make me a slut!"

"Maybe not, but you're a slut now!" Tom was screaming again.

Evan stepped between them, "You guys better keep it down or you'll have the kids down here."

Tom looked at Evan as if he was just seeing him for the first time. "So, friend." Tom sneered as he spoke. "How was she? Was the slut any good?"

Now Evan was getting angry, "Tom, back off. I didn't know she was your wife."

Tracy looked at Even for a second before she spoke. "I'm sorry Evan. I certainly didn't mean to drag you into this. Thank you for last night. Maybe you should go."

Tom looked on in astonishment. "You little bitch! You have the gall to thank him in front of me?"

Tracy's tears had stopped and she looked around resignedly. "Tom, you are the best fuck I've ever had. For a straight fuck. Your dick is one of the biggest I've had and you certainly know how to use it." Now she raised her voice, "But I've never fucking seen it! You won't let me play with it. You won't let me taste it." She turned to Evan, "What kind of man doesn't want a blowjob?" Back to Tom. "You won't cuddle, you won't fuck in any position other than missionary with the God-damned lights out! You won't suck my tits or eat my pussy!" She turned to go, heading to the stairs. "We've talked before about all of this and you always answer by making me feel like a slut for even asking. Well, you know what? I guess I am a slut. And now you can kiss my ass. As much as I love you, I can't take any more of you making me feel like a bad person. I'm taking the kids and going to my parents place." She disappeared up the steps and Tom was left standing there staring at Evan.

"How the fuck did that happen." Tom asked. "I was getting mad and I was gonna tell her she needs to stop and she ends up leaving me for it." He went and poured two more drinks and handed one to Evan. They could hear Tracy upstairs getting the kids ready to leave. They didn't say much until they heard the garage door closing.

"I had no clue, Evan. None. No idea."

"Well, it sounds like she covered herself pretty well. She didn't stay near home, she always had a good excuse, I assume?" Tom nodded. "And really, five guys over the course of what, five years? It's not like she was out all the time slutting around."

"Evan, she's my wife! She fucked other guys and she did stuff with them she's never done with me! Did she suck your dick last night?"

Evan looked at him for a minute before answering. "Yeah, Tom. She did."

"Jesus!" Tom looked away for a minute then looked back at Evan. "I want to hear it. Everything, from the start."

Evan brought the bottle back to the table and poured more scotch for them both then began. "Well, I wanted to come in early so I wasn't wasted today from traveling. Since my first contact was in Oakville I flew into Hamilton, Burlington and got a room at the airport Westin. I had dinner then I figured I'd go to the bar and watch some football or hockey. I'd had a beer or two when I noticed a scene in the corner. Tracy was having dinner with some guy but he was a boor, running his hands all over her. I must say, she looked gorgeous and he was being a pig, rude talking and stuff. I went over to see if I could help and I guess the guy was intimidated 'cause he left. Tracy left the booth and sat with me at the bar. She kept saying she had to go but it looked like she was arguing with herself. Finally I asked if she wanted to have a drink in my room. She hummed and hawwed but she finally said okay. Well, we got to the room. One thing led to another and here we are."

They were both quiet for a moment before Tom spoke again. "That's all very enlightening Evan but I want to know what happened in the room."

"We had sex. Twice."

"No. More details."

"Well, we got back to the room. My room. I ordered up a bottle of wine from room service and we talked. She told me she was married to a man she loved very much but she needed more than he was willing to give." Evan took a drink and looked sharply at Tom. "Are you sure you want to hear this, bud?"

Tom's voice had a strangled quality to it but he clearly said, "Go on."

"Well, after telling me that she didn't want to talk about you anymore, she got up and we danced for a bit. Not much, just a couple of slow dances. We kissed a bit, just to get warmed up. It's funny now that I think about it, she didn't do anything, ummm, lascivious. She was strictly business. Like she was there to get a job done."

"Are you fuckin serious?" asked Tom. "Is that supposed to make me feel better, asshole?"

"I'm just telling you what I saw. And what recent experience revealed." Evan waved at the stairs where they last saw Tracy. He took a minute to replace their drinks which seemed to have evaporated.

"So, I just kinda stood there while she stripped. I wasn't sure how she wanted to proceed so I let her set the tone. When she was down to her underwear she came over to me and stripped me. No finesse, just bam! Naked. She got down on her knees and sucked me in. I admit, I was as hard as a rock. I mean she's better looking than my ex, Cynthia. Your wife is a beautiful creature. So, she's sucking me in and I almost blew it."

"Already?" asked Tom. He had no idea his wife's hidden talents.

Evan laughed. "I don't mean that. I mean I almost blew the night. I started laughing."

Tom was puzzled, "Laughing? Okay, she was that bad?"

"No, no." Tom chuckled. "While she was sucking me she kept moaning something about fuckmeister." I had to pretend a sneeze to cover my laugh."

Tom turned white. "Fuckmeister? Are you sure?"

"Oh yeah. It wasn't the last time she said it either. I never asked but she kept saying it all night. What's it mean?"

Tom looked away for a few minutes before meeting Evan's eyes. "Honestly, we were both looking forward to our wedding. I wouldn't have sex with her until we got married. In fact I was a virgin. Well, just before we got married there was a movie out, a stupid one, and one of the characters added meister to his last name as a joke that he was some kind of sex master. After we got married and started having sex she called me Fuckmeister."

"God damn! Dude, she was fucking me and imagining it was you." Evan burst out laughing. "That's fucked up. I feel so used."

"ThEre's no need to use the Lord's name like that. And that's my fuckin wife you're talking about, asshole."

"You're the fucking asshole, Tom. Don't you get it? All the things she did to me last night, she wants to do with you. In fact she was imagining it was you she was doing it to. She never opened her eyes, not once, while we were active."

"Yeah, well no offence Evan, but all those things are sick, disgusting, filthy actions that Satan puts into our heads."

Evan looked at Tom incredulously. "Tom, you're outa your fuckin mind. All those things are things she wants to do with her husband, within the sanctity of a marriage ordained by God. Not some possible maniac in a cold hotel room a hundred kilometers from home."

"Whatever." Tom looked away. "What happened next."

"Well, my friend," Evan's voice dripped sarcasm. "she blew me. I mean she blew my socks off. She worked my dick over better than anyone I've ever had. Once I was done cumming in her mouth she just knelt there and tilted her head back. She slowly swallowed it all while periodically swishing it around her mouth. Then she just got up and lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, eyes closed. I didn't know what she wanted. Did she want me to eat her or just fuck. I stood there for a second stroking her leg then I decided I wanted to get something out of it rather than just get my rocks off. So I grabbed her legs, pulled them together, then spun her over on her stomach. God, she looked so beautiful in those panties. She squealed when I pushed them aside and she started to protest when I pulled her cheeks apart and I ran my tongue across her asshole."

"For fuck sakes, Evan!"

"You asked. She was squeaky clean, except for the taste of her pussy juice that had, I guess, run down while she was honkin on bobo."

"Honkin on Bobo? Really?"

Evan grinned, "Yeah. Really. Except for the fact that she was pretty much ignoring me, she was moaning and groaning and shit while she was blowing me."

Tom grimaced and waved his hand. "Get on with it, Bobo."

Another set of drinks poured and Evan continued. "So she kind of fought it when I did that, the first few times. But after that she loved it. Pushing her ass back to my face. I was gonna dive right in to her pussy but she liked what I was doing. After I got her really hot I did start fingering her pussy. I flipped my fingers over," He made a hook out of his middle two fingers, palm down, and emulated his earlier actions. "and stroked her G-spot,"

"Her what?" Tom had never heard of a G-spot.

"You don't know what a G-spot is?"

"No. Never heard of it."

"Hmmm. Okay. You know that place right inside her pussy, at the top behind her pubic bone. When she gets really aroused it feels swollen and rough on your finger tips?"

"Umm, no. I've never put my fingers inside her."

Evan looked at Tom in astonishment. "Man, you are fucked. You've been married ten years and you've never put your fingers in your wife's pussy. Jesus, Mary and Joseph! You tell me one place in the bible, in scripture, where it says you're not supposed to do these things with your wife."

"It doesn't have to be in scripture. It's evil. Base pleasure that Satan uses to tempt us."

"Tempt us to do what? Do it again with the woman we're legally married to? Show her that we love her? Unless you're so scared of losing control and raping and pillaging the neighbourhood if one day your wife doesn't excite you any more."

Evan stared at Tom for a minute without saying anything. The wheels were spinning madly in his head.

"What?" Tom asked, his voice suddenly wary.

"She doesn't, does she?" asked Evan. "She doesn't excite you? Either you're almost asexual, or you're a closet fag."

"Oh fuck off." Tom protested. "I love her and she's very exciting to me. I just don't approve of those despicable acts."

"Well, Tom. At least some of those despicable acts are remarked on with approval in the bible. And most religious leaders and scholars will still allow a man to love his wife in any way that is legal and mutually satisfying."

"You know, she was still on her stomach with her ass tilted up and I slid right in. When I slipped my cock in between those soaked pussy lips she reared up and squealed in pleasure. Oh, she was so wet. I could feel her pussy muscles gripping my cock. It was beautiful. I looked down and saw her wet asshole framed by her perfect ass. I couldn't help it. I came. I filled your wife's pussy with my cum."

"You don't have to be that graphic, asshole."

"You don't get it? You should be mad. You should be, well, either horny or mad. You don't look horny. But you haven't tried to hit me either." Evan stood up and undid his belt buckle. "How about this?" He dropped his pants and watched Tom's eyes as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his Fruit Of the Looms. He slowly pulled out the elastic and lowered the shorts. He watched as Tom's eyes fought a losing battle and flickered away from his own eyes to focus on his uncovered penis.

"So." Evan whispered. "That's it then. You're either queer or very bisexual." He dropped his shorts all the way and stepped out of them. He took a few steps closer to Tom. "Go ahead. Take a good look." Tom's eyes flickered up at him and he shook his head. Despite his motion in the negative Tom's eyes dropped back down and soaked up Evan's hanging cock. He kept looking as Evan's hand dropped to his rigid meat and slowly stroked it. Evan knew his dick was almost exactly in the middle of the so-called average range, but not outstanding. That's why he had felt no compunction before his marriage, and on few occasions since, to inhibit his sexual experiences. Within minutes he was fully tumescent. Tom subconsciously licked his lips as he watched a bead of moisture appear at the tip of his old roommates cock.




Grounds For Divorce Ch. 01



"Have you ever touched one?" Evan asked softly. Tom shook his head no. "Go ahead." Evan continued. "I've done it several times. It's fun." Again Tom shook his head no. Tom stepped even closer to Tom and put his hand in his old roommate's hair. Tom didn't fight him as Evan pulled his head closer to his leaking penis. "Go on, Tom. Taste it." Tom didn't even answer this time and Evan took hold of his cock with the other hand. He flexed his hips and the end of his cock touch Tom's lips. Tom clenched his lips tight and his eyes closed but he didn't try to pull away. Evan wiped his cock all over Tom's face, leaving a trail of precum, glistening in the soft light. He finally moved back to Tom's mouth then he forcefully pushed against his lips. Evan guessed Tom's lips must be hurting from being pressed against his teeth but still he pushed.

"Go on, Tom. Oh, I know. I bet we should get Tracy back here. I think you're really a disgusting pervert yourself and you'd like nothing better to taste her pussy on my cock."

Tom groaned in response and finally his hand came up and grabbed Evan's cock. Evan pulled out his cell phone. "What's her number, Tom. I bet she'd love to see you like this."

"Nooo." Tom moaned, weakly. "It's wrong. It's evil." Even while he was protesting he rubbed Evan's cock over his lips then snaked his tongue out to lick at the precum.

"I think you've been afraid all along to let out your freak because you were afraid you'd scare her." Evan jacked his cock with two fingers where Tom wasn't holding on to it, milking out more viscous fluid. "Well guess what. That little slut is probably as much of a freak as you are. And as much as eighty percent of the population is." When he saw Tom licking his lips again he forcefully shoved his cock forward, the first inch going into Tom's mouth, unrestricted. Again nothing was said for a moment until Evan felt Tom's tongue softly exploring the head of his cock.

Evan tapped Tom on the shoulder and handed him the phone. "Dial the number." He said. "I'll talk."

Tam balked for a minute and Evan squeezed out more juice into Tom's mouth. Tom groaned and held the phone up to his face so he could see it. He punched in the numbers and handed the phone back to Evan. Evan hit the send button and held the phone to his ear. After several long minutes he was about to hang up when a matronly voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi. My name's Evan, I'm a friend of Tom's. And Tracy. Uhh, could I speak to her a minute?"

"She's pretty upset right now. Can she call you back?"

"No, no. I won't upset her more. I just need a quick word with her. I think I can help."

"I suppose. Just a sec."

"Okay, thanks."

Tom waited a minute and looked down at Tom, now slowly moving his head back and forth. "That feels fuckin good, Tom." Then, "Oh, hi! Tracy! Oh nothing. Listen, I think I can help. Yeah. Um, you have to come home. Can the kids stay there? Okay, good. I think this'll work out fine. Don't worry, but don't be too long. K, bye."

Evan was watching Tom swallow about half of his dick now. "She's on her way, Tom. You wanna show her how freaky you can get?"

Tom just groaned and removed his hand from Evan's knob. He put his hands on his ass and pulled him in, swallowing his dick down until it touched the back of his throat. Evan closed his eyes and rocked his head back. As much as he didn't mind sucking and being sucked, he still preferred women and he recalled the events of last night where Tracy was the one doing the sucking. He couldn't believe how eager Tom was, sucking and jacking and kissing his dick. Evan wasn't sure he wanted to cum yet so every time he got close he would pull back a bit. Finally, twenty minutes later, they heard the front door open then Tracy's voice calling out. Evan stepped away and quickly replaced his pants. Tom looked disappointed but he took a seat in the recliner.

Evan called out and Tracy came down the steps, a feeling of deja voux washing over her. As she rounded the bottom of the stairs it intensified because both guys were silently watching her. Tom's face was still red and she could feel her ire rising again when Evan stepped forward with his hands spread in a placating gesture. "So, Tracy." he said. "I think I've figured out what the problem is."

Tracy looked over at him but just as she turned away from Tom she noticed his eyes dropped, like he was embarrassed. "What would that be, Evan? Aside from the fact that my husband kind of let me turn myself into a slut."

Evan stepped closer to her and quickly whispered "Follow my lead." Then louder he said, "Well, Tracy. The problem isn't so much that he let you turn into a slut." He walked around behind her then nudged her to face Tom. From behind he began to caress her shoulders. "I think the problem lies in that you turned into a slut and he didn't follow along."

Tracy was dumbfounded. She was standing facing her husband who had essentially caught her cuckolding him. And the guy who'd done the cuckolding was standing behind her, basically showing her off. His stroking hands had turned to outright fondling, moving from her arms to her breasts. He cupped them and hefted their weight.

"Damn, Tom. Your wife has some fantastic tits. Did you know that?"

Tom finally looked up at her and Tracy was surprised. There was a look on his face she had never seen before. Evan's words had beckoned him but their eyes never met, Tom's having stopped on Evan's occupied hands.

"Tom!" Evan repeated, sharply. "Did you know she has fantastic tits."

Now Tom looked up and he looked into Tracy's eyes. "Yes." He said, quietly and slowly. "I've always loved her breasts."

Tom quickly grasped the sides of her blouse and ripped, sending buttons flying at Tom. He then found the front clasp of her lacy black bra, undid it and cupped her tits. "Did you know she wears such sexy underwear? I mean, it's no special occasion and she's wearing a pretty bra." He rubbed his finger tips over the nipples and Tracy had to fight to hold back a moan. "Were you even aware of who you are married to? Most men would give their left nut to have a wife like her."

Tracy had an idea what was going on but she wasn't sure and she didn't want to get her hopes up. All she knew was that she was getting horny and her husband was watching another man play with her.

"C'mon, slut. You love it don't you." Evan's low voice was insistent.

She watched Tom's eyes, trying to decipher which answer would mollify him. Not knowing, she told the truth. "Yes." Tom's eyes went big and he licked his lips. His eyes dropped to Evan's hands again.

"The thing is," continued Evan. "Tom's a dunce. He wants to make you happy but he has no idea how. He has a lot of other ideas though and we're gonna have to teach him." Evan twisted her nipples sharply and Tracy shrieked with the sharp pain, then let out a groan. She could feel her knees getting weak. She just looked at Tom, waiting for a reaction.

"First off, Tracy. I think you should show Tom what a good cocksucker you are." Evan pushed down and forward on Tracy's shoulders and she dropped to her knees and crawled over to her husband's chair. Knowing what she was about to do, finally, sent waves of electricity coursing through her pussy. Behind her, Evan quickly stripped down to his shorts. His erection was prominent against the thin blue cotton. Tracy could feel her moisture gathering as she reached into his lap and undid his jeans. She could see his eyes glazed with lust and realized she had never seen that before. Whenever they'd had sex the room was always dark, hiding the nuances of his expressions. When he was unbuttoned, unzipped and unbuckled she tugged strongly on his jeans and underwear. Tom took the hint and raised his ass allowing her to pull his jeans down and then off.

She looked at his cock in the dimmed lights of the rec room and tears dimmed her vision. She looked up at Tom and whispered, "You know, this is the first time in ten years together that I've seen my husband's naked, hard dick."

"I'm so sorry." He fervently whispered back. Their eyes stayed fixed on each other as she lowered her mouth to the head of his cock. He groaned and jerked as her lips engulfed him and slid down his pulsing shaft. And at thirty one years old he barely lasted twenty seconds before his cum erupted, accompanied by cries and whimpers, and for the first time in his life he almost blacked out from an orgasm. He hadn't really thought about what she was going to do when he came but his wife kept her mouth locked over his cock and she took all his seed in her mouth, her eyes still locked on his.

Tom fell back, panting as though he had run a marathon. He stared at his wife in wonder as she returned his gaze and slowly licked the remnants of his orgasm from her lips and his dick. Astonishingly he stayed rigid, only softening a bit. Previously after he'd cum inside his wife, in the dark, he'd quickly roll over and either pull his underwear back up from his ankles where he'd left them, or he'd get up and actually wash off.

"Did you like that baby?" asked Tracy. "Did you like the way I sucked your cock?" She was really getting in to acting the slut.

Tom just nodded.

"Tell me." Tracy slowly sucked his cock into her mouth and Tom groaned and twitched. His cock was more sensitive than it had ever been.

Tracy stopped what she was doing and looked at him questioningly, waiting for an answer that Tom couldn't yet bring himself to give. She shrugged then said. "Well, if you can't tell me, maybe Evan can." She turned on her knees and Evan moved over to stand in front of her. She was intimately familiar with his dick, the taste, texture and volume of his emission. If she was going to be a slut, she wanted to enjoy it. She fished through the access flap of his boxers for Evan's dick while she talked to Tom.

"I love sucking cock, Tom. I'd suck your cock every day if you let me. Watch me suck Evan's." Tracy turned back to Evan and practically inhaled his cock. It was slightly shorter than Tom's and she had no problem taking it right into her throat. She pulled out and pumped it with her hand as she licked all around the head. She moaned loudly and she looked over at Tom while she licked. Her voice was throaty when she spoke. "See Tom. I love it. I love the taste of cum. I'll suck any cock you let me. You want a deal on a car, I'll suck his cock. You want a deal on a swimming pool, I'll suck all the workers' cocks." A shudder ran through her as she spoke. She started squeezing one of her breasts and writhing as she went back to sucking Evan.

"Yesss." Evan hissed. "That's it you little slut. I love the way you suck my dick. You're so goood." He raised his voice, "Hey Tom, come over here. I think you need to see how wet your wife's pussy is."

Tom got up and stepped behind Tracy. He wasn't really sure what to do and he hesitated but Tracy stood up. She bent over at the waist so she could keep sucking Evan and let her hips slowly undulate back and forth. Tom admired her ass openly. In an effort to respect her dignity he'd never made a comment more direct than 'You're pretty.' or 'You're beautiful.' and even then rarely. He'd never openly ogled his wife's body although he'd often enough snuck peeks when he thought she wasn't looking.

"C'mon, baby." Tracy whined. "Touch me. Please?"

Tom stepped up behind her and pressed his cock against her ass then reached around and undid the button on her jeans and slid them down. He had to work them over her curvy hips and he was in awe of the vision of her black panty clad ass and he ground against her again, his cock wedged in her ass crack.

"Oh God!" squealed Tracy. "Are you going to fuck me, baby?"

Tom ran his hand over Tracy's ass. His first time fondling it, caressing it to feel her curves. His fingers trailed down between her legs and Tracy moaned. Tom could feel the heat emanating from her crotch as she spread her legs farther apart. Gathering his nerve, still in uncharted territory for him, he nudged a knuckle up against the gusset of her panties. He felt the moist heat and he unconsciously pulled his hand away. He ground his cock against her ass again as he brought his finger up to his nose and sniffed. A heady, tangy scent filled his nostrils. The scent filled his mind with vague thoughts of doing base animalistic things and he ground harder against his wife. He reached down and forced his erection horizontal and slid it under his wife's pussy. He could feel the wet heat again against the plum coloured head of his cock as he moved it back and forth. Tracy cried out and he reached down and tore away at her panties. When they dropped far enough and his dick was rubbing against her moist flesh, Tracy reached down and guided him straight inside her.

"Oh, fuckk!" Tracy's voice was a ragged moan, throaty and emotion ridden. "Fuck me, Tom! Oh God!" Tom held onto her hips and pounded into her, hard. No thoughts of finesse or technique, just straight rutting. Tracy tried to continue to suck Evan but her concentration was elsewhere. She leaned her head against his stomach and sporadically jacked his dick while her husband six inch dick brought her to orgasm. Since Tom had just cum minutes before he was in no danger of cumming too quickly.

"OH TOM!" Shrieked Tracy. "Fuck me, baby. Give it to me like I've always wanted!"

Tom was lost in his own mind, staring down at his wife's puckered sphincter while his hands tightly clenched her ass cheeks. He periodically slapped one side or the other drawing another sharp cry from his previously demure wife. He slowed his strokes down and watched his cock disappearing and reappearing inside her swollen slit. As he watched his meat, glistening with her frothy juices, framed by her ass cheeks and sliding back and forth, he briefly reflected on the fact that he loved doing this with his wife and yet he felt no urges to contact Satan or stop going to church. Maybe he had been wrong all this time. He started moving faster listening to his wife's noises, trying to read her responses. She was panting and whimpering, moaning and grunting. He leaned over her back.

"I'm going to cum, Tracy." He whined his release as he went rigid, his cock pulsing as it emptied inside her, each thrust depositing another load. Tracy's second orgasm rushed over her as well and he felt her pussy clutching at him harder than she ever had before. Her cries of passion helped prolong his own ecstasy. He looked up in a daze and saw Evan softly stroking Tracy's hair as she writhed between them. Evan was looking at Tracy's ass and Tom followed his gaze. He saw his cock now covered with a mixture of their juices as it moved in and out. This time he did soften and Tracy's still spasming pussy eventually evicted his limp member.

"Oohhh, Goodddd" Tracy moaned as she slowly started to calm down. She became conscious of Evan's dick against her cheek as his hands held her shoulder steady. She rubbed her cheek against him feeling his hardness and his heat against her.

Tom released Tracy's hips and staggered back, falling against his chair. "Holy fuck! That was amazing!" He was looking directly at Tracy's pussy, framed by her ass cheeks with her puckered anus above. There was an uneven rivulet of his cum leaking from her inflamed lips and he was one part disgusted by the blatant display and two parts excited. 

"Tom?" Tracy's voice was still trembling as she caught his attention.

Tom looked at her face, still at Evan's groin, her hand slowly fisting the rigid cock right beside her face. When he caught her eye she shifted her gaze to the leaking cock at her cheek and slightly raised an eyebrow. He knew what she wanted and he also knew that they owed Evan a lot for his help. Even though he was still harboring feelings of resentment and jealousy because she went behind his back he could now, almost, understand why. His acquiescence was barely perceptible in his expression, a part of him still didn't want to give it, but Tracy saw it and she gave him a quick smile before she applied herself to the task before her. Tom consoled himself that at least she had asked for his permission. She still deferred to him. He sat back to enjoy her show.

Tracy had stayed bent over but now she dropped to her knees. She looked up at Evan's face and slowly stroked his cock before moving in and taking the head in her mouth. She sucked up all the precum she could before moving down to nibble on his ballsack and left her hand to slowly jack him. Even groaned his approval as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

"I really hope you don't mind me saying so Tom, but your wife is one hell of a cocksucker."

"I have to say I agree." Agreed Tom. "Although I've only had this one experience to go by, and what I can see of yours."

Evan looked at Tom in amusement. "All those years in college and I can't believe you've never had another blow job. I seem to recall you dated a few different women. None of them offered?"

Tom's voice still showed his evident exhaustion. "All harlots, the lot of them."

Tracy turned to look at him and Evan just raised his eyebrows.

"Or maybe I was just too stuck up." Tom quickly added. "I don't know but I'm glad I waited because that's how I ended up with Tracy." Tracy smiled sweetly at him and went back to sucking on Evan.

"And you've never even seen another blowjob?" Evan continued his line of thought and Tom just shook his head negatively.

"Well, why don't you come over here and see how it's done. Tracy can show you what she does."

Tracy looked up at Evan in surprise then over to Tom. She wasn't sure how he'd handle this but he seemed game. He slipped to his knees on the floor and joined the other two.

Tom moved right in pretty close and he realized how much he was enjoying this whole experience. From the feeling of his wife's blowjob, to the sight of her pussy being split by his own cock, and now the sight, sounds, and smell of her mouth on Evan's cock. He leaned closer to get a better look at his friend's veiny cock sliding through Tracy's lips. The excess saliva spilling down her chin, the look of rapture on her face, and the moans coming from both her and her lover were all very exciting for Tom. He didn't realize it but he licked his lips.

Evan had been watching Tom. He had already probed his latent bisexuality and he was pretty sure that Tom would want more. He staggered a bit, presumably from the passion Tracy was inciting, and shifted so that he was still between Tom and Tracy but had moved closer to Tom. He was pleased to see Tom getting into the spirit of things by cupping Tracy's ass and fondling it while she worked. Evan staggered again, this time his cock came out of Tracy's mouth and swung right by Tom's, so close he felt Tom's lip on the end of it. Tracy looked up at him as if he was crazy and he winked at her the looked pointedly at Tom.

Tracy glanced over at her husband and noticed he had closed his eyes but he hadn't pulled away. You could have knocked her over with a feather. Yesterday her pious, slightly overbearing husband would gladly condemn homosexuals for their presumed debauchery and today he had his mouth parted, breathing in and tasting the wet cock at his mouth. She looked up at Evan again in he mouthed the word 'watch' to her. She looked back at Tom and Evan slowly pushed his hips forward. Tom didn't budge and Tracy watched her husband's mouth open and swallow a cock for the first time. Tom fully opened his mouth and allowed the intrusion and Tracy felt his tension in his grip on her ass cheek, almost painful.

"Oh, fuck Tom." She whispered. "That's so fuckin hot." He started to pulled back but she quickly pushed his head back onto Evan's dick. "No, baby. I want to watch my husband, the cocksucker." She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off him as her husband tried out the things he'd seen his wife do so far today. He took Evan's cock as deep as he could, gagging a few times until he got the knack. Tracy showed him how to put his fist on the cock to limit it's depth and he began sucking while moving his head back and forth in a corkscrewing motion. Her one hand was caressing her husband's ass while her other hand was caressing her lover's. Her hands raced over their bodies, fanning her own flames. She fondled both their ballsacks, gently rolling the swollen testicles in her fingers. Both men were moaning and Tracy could tell that Evan was getting close.




Grounds For Divorce Ch. 01



"Tom, honey. Feel how hard his cock is. When it seems to get a bit bigger, a bit harder, that means he's going to cum. As you can tell, I like the taste of it so I like to swallow. You don't have to. You can point it at me, give it to me, whatever you want."

Tom nodded his understanding and kept sucking. When, after several more minutes, Evan began grunting in earnest, Tom felt Evan's hands grasp his head and he felt Evan's dick swell a bit. He pulled his head back until just the head was in his mouth and he jacked harder with his hands. Evan's dick was covered with Tom's saliva and his hand made a slopping noise as he worked.

"Oh Tom!" Tracy whimpered as Evan's cries filled the room and his seed exploded into his old roommates mouth. She had moved a hand down to her pussy and was busily frigging herself. She couldn't get over the turn their lives had taken in a few short hours. She was right on the verge of cumming when her husband turned to her and kissed her. The stream of cum flowing into her mouth sent her body into paroxysms of pleasure. She kept her lips locked to her husband but he had to hold her or she'd have fallen over in her ecstasy. They both swallowed Evan's seed as Evan staggered back, this time it was his turn to collapse on the couch.

When their kiss eased and Tracy's orgasm subsided, Tom eased her back onto the floor. He held her legs wide and got a good look at her pussy, hair matted, lips swollen in their arousal. He positioned himself in front of her and slid his hips forward and once again he watched his rod penetrate his wife's pussy. He saw her arch her back in pleasure, her eyes fixed on his. Tom was mesmerized by the fleeting expressions he saw dancing across her face. He slowly slid in and out, amazed at what he had been missing all these years, right before his very eyes. He vowed then and there to do everything he could to bring pleasure to Tracy.

"Show me." Tom whispered. "Show me how you like it, what you like." Tracy nodded but didn't say or do anything for several long minutes. Her eyes kept opening and closing as she concentrated on her feelings. Tom could sense when she was getting hotter as her whimpers and moans increased and her hips started bucking back at him. Finally she looked at him and moaned, "Faster." and Tom increased his pace. He took the cue and as she neared her orgasm he increased his pace, pushing her towards the brink.

"Oh Tom!" Tracy cried out. "I'm going to cum, baby! Fuck me!"

Tom began slamming his cock into her. For a finishing touch he clasped her breasts and squeezed them and pinched her nipples. With a scream Tracy went off, her whole body rigid, her teeth clenched together, her face frozen in a rictus of pleasure far beyond anything that Tom had ever imagined. Her body vibrated as her orgasm crested and as she slipped over the crest she started humping wildly at him. Tom could feel her pussy grasping at his cock, so tight it was almost painful, even though she was flooded with a fresh flow of juices. Tom wasn't quite ready to cum yet so he just played Tracy's body like an instrument, adjusting his angle and pace to keep Tracy riding the edge. After a minute Tracy's paroxysms abated and Tom resumed a slow steady pumping. Tracy softly moaned her appreciation.

It took Tracy several minutes to recover and when she did she had something else she wanted to try, while she had the chance.

"Tom, honey?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you mind if I go with Evan again?"

Tom stopped dead. "Go with Evan?" His face was a mask of incredulity. "But...?"

Tracy understood and put her hands on his chest to reassure him. "No, no! I don't mean, 'to go with him'. I mean have a go with him. In front of you. Maybe with you. Can we do that?"

"Umm. Okay, if you want." Tom was unsure how this game was played and who had a veto in what was proposed.

"Okay. Wait right here until I call for you." Tracy scooted away from Tom and stood up. She sauntered over towards the couch where Evan's erection was obviously ready for whatever she had in mind. Tracy pulled on his knees until Evan was leaning against the couch back with his butt just on the edge of the couch.

Tom watched in amazement as Tracy directed Evan, then she stood on the couch edge with her feet on either side of Evan's hips. He saw drips of their combined juices seeping out of her and landing on Evan's cock. She lowered herself until her pussy was hovering over it and Tom had to lean over a bit to watch, he was loathe to miss any of it. He watched her delicate fingers come back and position Evan's tool until her pussy lowered far enough to take it. He watched every millimeter of that thick meat slide into his wife's sodden pussy and he shook with a mixture of emotions. Part rage at her audacity to fuck this man in front of him, part despair that she could do it so easily, but mostly arousal at the image she was providing him with. A view he would never have otherwise been able to see of his sexy wife. Once she had pumped a few times she repositioned her feet.

As soon as Tracy was set she began frantically pumping her hips, fucking Evan hard for several minutes. Her had was resting on his shoulder and her hands were gripping him hard enough to leave marks. Before too long she began to wail until she finally slammed down on top of him, her body quivering. Tom could actually see her asshole rhythmically pulsing with her orgasmic contractions. As soon as she was done though she pulled off Evan, just far enough to release his dick. She looked back at Tom and wiggled her ass and Tom moved forward and sunk into her, to the hilt. She groaned at his penetration but after he stroked for a minute she pulled off him and dropped onto Evan's dick. Tom thought she wanted to switch back and forth and he was willing to accommodate her but this time she didn't move. She looked back at Tom again and then looked down at her backside. Tom didn't get the hint but he followed her gaze and she clenched and release her butt cheeks. Finally it dawned on him what she wanted and he recoiled in disgust. He couldn't believe she wanted his cock in his ass.

"Please, baby. It feels so good. It will for you too. Just go slow."

Tom backed away for a minute and walked around.

"She's right, Tom." Evan gasped out. Tracy was still slowly posting on his dick.

Tom couldn't believe she'd ever done such a thing. And she'd never once hinted to him that she liked it or even tried it. Not that he would've responded any differently, before. He looked at Evan, "You've done this?"

Evan nodded. "Not with her. That's one thing she wouldn't let me do. But I've done it before, with others. Go ahead. You won't believe it."

Tom paced back and forth for another minute while Tracy slowly stroked up and down on Evan's glistening rod. He kept his eyes on them while he thought about it and they watched him watching them. Finally he moved in behind Tracy again and she pulled off Evan.

"Put your cock in me to get it wet, honey. Then swab my juice all around my other hole. When you're ready, hold onto your shaft and slowly push it in. Slow and steady."

Tom slammed his cock in her pussy, as if to punish or reclaim her, drawing a sharp squeal from her then a moan as he quickly fucked her for a minute. He pulled out and pushed her hips down so she slid back onto Evan's cock. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the sight of the purple head of his dick up against her impossibly tiny puckered hole. He actually held his breath as she slowly opened, after several minutes, to his invading rod and he almost backed out when his head slid through the ring and she let out a gasp. She quickly reassured him and just asked him to take it slow. Tom refocused and slowly slid into his wife. When he was about halfway in he withdrew and pushed forward again, another centimeter further. He kept doing that until he was fully buried inside her. 

Tracy looked back at him again, a look of intense concentration on her face. "Okay, baby. You back out a bit and I'll do the moving."

"You've done this before? With two guys?" asked Tom.

Tracy shook her head, no. "Unh unh. I've only done anal twice before. But I've thought about this a lot. Now, when we get going you need to keep dribbling saliva onto your cock, for lube. Okay?"

Tom nodded as he withdrew about three quarters of the way and released a rivulet of spit towards his cock. Only about half made it on but he quickly pushed in and out to spread it around, then waited. 

Tracy slowly pivoted her hips back and forth. Each time she backed off of Evan's cock she backed onto Tom's, one going out while the other was going in. She knew her ass was going to be sore the next day and she had the thought that the guys should be reversed. But after her last anal experience she swore she wouldn't let anyone into her ass except Tom. She dropped her head onto Evan's chest and groaned.

"Oh, God!" Tracy moaned. "That's so fucking good." She twisted around to reach her head towards Tom and their lips met briefly. "Thank you, baby. So good." she hissed.

She turned back and lowered her lips to Evan's. After several heated kisses she thanked him too, for his participation in this breakthrough evening. "When you're done here I need to be alone with Tom. Are you understand?"

Evan nodded and kissed her again and slowly Tracy increased the tempo of her gyrations. Her moans and shrieks were almost enough to be heard outside the house. Tom would have found the sounds intoxicating but he was concentrating as hard as he ever had not to cum. Three times Tracy wailed through an orgasm, her juices puddling on and between the couch cushions, before Evan moaned that he was about to cum too. He held Tracy still and he pounded his cock in and out. Tom copied him and both were penetrating and withdrawing at the same time. The extra fullness brought Tracy to another shrieking climax, this time joined by Evan and Tom's shouts. Tom and Tracy had never had a simultaneous orgasm before and Tom was again struck that they were having another first experience tonight. Tracy lay against Evan, still impaled on his softening meat. Tom was leaning against her back, his own tender cock unceremoniously ejected as it became flaccid. Tracy felt the fluids rushing out of her and she moaned at the mess they probably made of the couch. 

After several minutes Tracy turned her head. "Tom, honey. You should probably go wash off. You might be messy."

Tom pulled back and looked down. Sure enough there was a distasteful ring around his cock so he hopped off and rushed into the bathroom to wash.

Tracy slid to her knees in front of Evan and began to lovingly clean the massed juices form his groin area. She could taste two distinctive flavors of semen and her own juice and she cleaned as much as she could. She got up and gave Evan another warm kiss. "I don't know where this is going to go." She softly stroked his cheek with her hand. "If we'll ever be able to do this again. But I want you to know I really enjoyed myself. Last night and tonight."

Evan responded in kind, "I had a lot of fun too, Tracy. I'm glad things worked out. I do have a feeling you and Tom are going to be taking quite a walk on the wild side, for a while anyways. I'd like to be a part of it, if I can."

"I hope you are. Umm, anyways, you can use the bedroom down the hall, or just sleep on the couch here and watch the TV. There's a shower in the washroom there," Tracy pointed to where Tom disappeared a moment before. "We'll see you in the morning." She stood and made a pointed display of disconnecting herself from their activities by pulling her clothes on even thought there were still occasional globs of mixed juices leaking from her two holes. When Tom came out she said she was ready for bed and took his hand to lead him upstairs. She figured even after their fun Tom would have a lot to say about what happened. Tom bade Evan good night and followed Tracy. To Tracy's surprise Tom just wanted to sleep. He fell off quickly and Tracy got up and showered before succumbing to her fatigue. She hoped tomorrow wouldn't be as awkward as she feared it would be.



Grounds For Divorce Ch. 02



Chapter Two: Changes

Please be advised: There are some homosexual references in this story. 

Tracy Jenkins woke up Sunday morning as she usually did. A nice stretch and a hug for her husband before getting up and rousing the kids. As she stretched though, the previous night's activities came back to her in the form of a dull ache from her rectum. She tensed as the memories washed over her. She remembered the kids were at her mother's house. She could feel the heat of Tom's body lying next to her and she could tell from his breathing that he was awake. In the cold light of day she wasn't sure how he would feel about her previous infidelities and her decidedly slutty behaviour the night before. After their house guest, Evan, had revealed that she had picked him up in a bar the previous night, she and Tom had had a terrible fight and she'd left. Evan had called her back and she got the shock of her life after she got there. Evan had stripped her topless and pushed her to give her husband his first ever blowjob. Before the night was over she'd blown Tom and Evan, been fucked by them both, separately and together, and watched her husband take a load of Evan's cum in his mouth. She half expected to wake and either find Tom's bags packed, her own bags packed, or the rapture imminent.

Tracy slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to find Evan gazing at her. She jumped back, sitting up startled, her eyes sweeping the room. They landed on the clock and she knew she'd miss church today. Early services were starting in five minutes which is when they usually went. She turned back to Evan and found him grinning up at her, her still topless breasts swaying slightly as se moved. Despite her trepidation she felt her nipples crinkling and pulled the blankets to her neck. "Where's Tom?" she asked.

"He went to pick up the kids and take them to church." Evan reached up to run his fingers through her hair. "He said he was going to tell everyone you weren't feeling well. He was gonna tell your mom to call in about half an hour to check on you. He told me to find something to do, in here specifically," Evan waved his arm to encompass the bedroom, "until he got home. He's taking the kids back to your mom's, after."

Tracy looked down at him and sighed. She didn't want to jump to any conclusions on the off chance that Evan was just fucking around.

"Come on. Just lay down and we can talk." Evan lay back and let his arm fall across her pillow. Tracy cautiously let herself fall onto his arm and he pulled her close.

"How did Tom seem this morning?" Tracy asked timidly.

"He was pretty quiet. He actually woke me up. Said he'd been doing a lot of thinking and he still needed a little more time to think. He did tell me to come up here and keep you company so, here I am. I think he didn't want you freaking out that he was gone."

"How do you think he feels? Does he hate me?"

Evan could feel Tracy trembling and he rushed to placate her. "No! No, no, no. He doesn't hate you. I think he just needs to resolve his past behaviour with what he's feeling now. Honestly, I don't think he's that upset with you. You may need to work on trust since you did lie and cheat on him. But I think he's got more to think about with what he did, you know, with me. I think that's been a fantasy of his that he's kept subdued and I think he's probably bisexual. Are you okay with that?"

Tracy thought about it for a while, going over how she had felt last night watching Tom blow Evan and then receiving the snowball from Tom. "Yeah, I am. I got so hot last night, watching him. I'm getting wet now, just thinking about it." She tentatively took Evan's hand and held it to her pussy so he could feel the moisture already threatening to seep from her still sticky lips.. "I mean, nothing, then... Bang! I'm soaked." She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Evan's probing fingers. "Y'know, if Tom really is still willing," Tracy let her hand move down to Evan's cock and curled her fingers around it, finding it already hard. "We could have a lot of fun together." She rolled from laying against Evan's side to straddling him. She reached below him and positioned his cock, rubbing the head back and forth between her creamy labia, then slid down on him.

"Uunnngg, that feels good." moaned Tracy. She slowly posted up and down with her hands on Evan's chest. "It gets me sooo hot to think of Tom sucking a cock. I thought I was going to cum last night just looking at you two. Have you ever sucked a cock, Evan?"

Evan laughed. "Actually I have, several times." While he spoke her reached up and palmed Tracy's swinging breasts, teasing the nipples. "When Tom and I were roommates in college I had one friend that stayed over quite a bit. Several times after Tom went to bed my friend, Stan, and I would blow each other in the living room. I secretly hoped Tom would catch us and join in but I doubted he would. He probably would have freaked out." Evan kept playing with Tracy's breasts, squeezing their entirety then pinching her nipples as she rode him. "We weren't gay. I mean we chased skirts but when we got too horny we helped each other out."

"That's so hot, Evan. I have a confession to make too." She leaned forward over his chest and quickly pumped her hips up and down bringing herself to a small orgasm as she did. Her breath caught in her throat then she let out a small squeal as she tensed before she sat upright again. She gathered herself for a minute before she spoke.

Evan could see the blush her orgasm had wrought, spread down her cheeks and neck to her upper chest. He was still amazed that he had been able to bed her that first night but he realized it was more her sluttiness and his availability than any appeal he had had for her. But fucking her with the knowledge and approval of her husband made the experience more incredible.

"Okay." Tracy whispered and brushed an errant lock of hair behind her ear as she began riding his hardness again. "Senior year, high school. Rachel MacAdoo. She had just transferred in and we did not get along. We actually had a fight in the parking lot once. Nothing serious but the principle sentenced us both to two weeks of detentions where we had to work together in the theatre department, building sets. By the time we were done we were friendly and at the end of the semester we were friends. My other friends were pissed because they didn't like her and they ended up avoiding me a bit."

Tracy never interrupted her gyrations as she spoke and she was slowly increasing the tempo again. "I think," she continued. "that they didn't like her 'cause she was so smart. And she wasn't slim and athletic like we were. She was curvy. Not fat but boy her hips really moved when she wore a tight skirt. We began having sleepovers and talking about boys and stuff. One night we were doing each other's nails and she stroked my cheek and told me I was beautiful. I was, but nothing like her. She was radiant. Breathtaking. And to be told I was beautiful by someone as beautiful as she was. Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I think that's when I developed my crush on her. A few months later I was talking with my other friends and one of them made a comment about Rachel. Something about how she never had any dates, with guys anyways. Now, I liked guys. I'd made out with lots and by that time I'd let a few finger me but I'd never fucked yet. But when Lissa said that I got mad. Told them all off and they just sat and looked at me and smirked. I realized later what they were saying and thinking but I had no clue at the time."

"Next time I was at Rachel's, we were in bed, giggling away about something, when I asked her what Lissa meant. Well! She got bright red and didn't wanna talk anymore. We eventually went to sleep but I woke up shortly and had to pee. I was fighting it so I didn't get up right away or move. I felt the bed moving and I peeked an eye open and I saw Rachel with the blankets up to her neck. Her knees were spread and up and she was looking at me where I'd kicked the blankets off. She could see my hip and my panties, maybe my tits in my t-shirt. I could tell she was masturbating, I'd done it enough myself although never when someone else was in the room. The problem was she was going slow, taking her time, and now that I was wide awake I really had to pee."

"God, this gets me so hot. I've never told anyone about this but I used to think about it a lot." Tracy closed her eyes and rapidly gyrated her hips back and forth for a minute before resuming her slower pace.

"So, I had to go. I quickly turned so she wouldn't have a chance to hide and I put my hand on her knee. I said, 'Don't stop. I'll be right back.' I jumped up and threw my t-shirt off then ran out to the bathroom. I was fully aware of the view she had of my naked back, my ass barely covered by a pair of skimpy panties. I did my thing and came back to the bedroom. Can you believe it? She was getting dressed. I stood there with my tits pointing at her and she didn't even look at me. I called her name and made her look at me and when she did I jumped her, literally. I pushed her back on the bed and knelt over her, my smaller naked tits rubbing against her covered ones. 'I told you not to stop.' I said and I leaned down and kissed her. I think she was in shock and I know I almost was. I'd never even thought about having sex with a girl before. She just looked up at me with a worried look on her face and I leaned over and kissed her again, softer. It took a minute before she opened her mouth to me but we had a nice long kiss. When we stopped for a second I asked her if this was what the other girls meant. She said yeah, but she didn't think she was so obvious."

"Well, long story short, I learned how to eat pussy really good over the next couple of months. I've never had a woman since, and we both went off to different colleges. Last time I saw her back home she was with someone, a girl, so we never hooked up. We talked but..." Tracy's voice trailed off, a distant look in her eyes. She slowed almost to a stop on top of Evan's dick.

Evan decided to take control. He pulled Tracy down and rolled them over, still positioned between her legs. He raised up on his arms and started thrusting, slow and strong. As he did he looked down into Tracy's eyes and talked low. "That sounded so exciting. I bet you'd like to see her again, wouldn't you? You'd like to taste her pussy again. You'd like to taste it on my dick."

"Oh, Gooddd, yes." Moaning, Tracy thrusting her hips back to meet Evan's but he pulled out. He quickly knee walked up the bed and presented his cream covered dick to Tracy's lips. As her lips spread he shoved his cock deep into her mouth and she cleaned him off

"Would you like to taste Tom's cum in her pussy?"

"Fuck yes!" Tracy whimpered. Evan quickly pulled out of Tracy and squatted over her chest again. He fed his dick into her mouth and she moaned.

"That's what she would taste like on my dick. Or Tom's. Or both of ours."

"Oh, God!" Tracy sucked voraciously, moaning nonsense and uttering expletives.

Evan moved back down and rammed his cock into her pussy drawing a shriek form her. Her eyes were wild as he fucked her. "So, slut!" he barked. "You can't get enough of cock or cunt, can you?"

Her voice came out in a wail, "NO! Fuck, no! I'll take whatever Tom lets me have." She pulled Evan's face down to hers. "Thank you, Evan." Their lips met frantically. "Thank you so much for telling Tom." Tracy's voice was becoming plaintive as her crisis neared. "I was bad and I tried not to be but I really couldn't help it without going crazy. You helped show Tom what it could be like." Tracy was panting as she was talking and her breaths were becoming even more labored. "I can't believe he let me fuck you. He fucked me in the ass." Her voice reached a fever pitch as she screamed, "Oh, Evan! He fucked me in the ass! I can't believe he sucked your dick!" Her face once again contorted in agony as waves of ecstasy washed over her and her body was wracked by tremors.

Again Tracy's orgasmic contractions triggered Evan's and he filled her with his spunk, moaning his own release. He collapsed on top of her and lay there holding her and planting tiny kisses on her face until he was able to move. When his dick had softened enough to slip out of her he slid off to lay beside her, facing her, and let his hand softly cup her breast. Their intention was to recover then get up to start the day but they both ended up falling asleep.

Tom was standing in the church basement. He hadn't felt very social today, considering his depravities of the night before, so he resisted pontificating on the evils of today's world even though he usually had a willing audience. A gifted orator, he easily found people who wanted to listen to his lamentations but not today. He waited for Deacon Hildebrand to finish speaking with the Jaspersons before he approached. There was an after Sunday school day care that he'd put his children in. He wanted to talk to Kees Hildebrand because he seemed like the most liberal Deacon in the church. This was one time he didn't want to listen to anyone's conservative agenda. He needed real world advice. Finally the Jaspersons left and Kees made his way over to where he'd seen Tom waiting.

"Hi Tom." Kees held his hand out in a warm greeting. "How are you doing today, brother."

"Not bad, Kees. I do have some things I need to talk about if you have a few minutes."

Kees was a little taken aback. He'd known Tom for a few years and he'd never known him to be so abrupt. A widower a decade older than Tom he'd tried dating but had never found himself comfortable with the process so he'd resigned himself to being single. He did still date occasionally but he wasn't actively looking for a partner.

"Ahh, okay Tom. Umm, we can go into one of the classrooms, we won't be disturbed." Kees was unsure where the conversation was going to go. He knew how Tom could get passionate about any wrong doing he found, real or imagined.

They sat cross-corner at the end of a table. Kees waited for Tom to begin but Tom was just looking down at the table top. After several minutes Kees began, softly.

"What can I do for you, Tom. You seem distraught."

Tom looked up and Kees was surprised to see Tom's eyes glistening. It took another moment of him apparently searching Kees' face before he began to speak. "I've done something terrible, Kees."

"We've all done terrible things, Tom. Have you asked for the Lord's forgiveness? Unless you've broken a law, it's up to you and the Lord."

"I've been praying since I woke up this morning and I need to talk to someone, Kees." Tom's voice was plaintive. He was talking to the table now, unable to meet Kees' eyes.

"Okay, Tom. Go ahead. Whatever you say, you know I'll keep in the strictest confidence."

"I'll start at the beginning. When Tracy and I got married I had a particular view of sex in a relationship. I'll say it now, I was a prude. I didn't attend to my wife's needs properly. That, however, is no excuse for what she did to me."

Kees' face went white. He thought he had an idea where this was going. Fortunately Tom wasn't looking at him as he spoke.

"Kees, my wife cheated on me. She had intimate relations with a man she met at a hotel the other night, when I thought she was at her mother's."

"No!" Kees responded. He really was surprised. Tracy was the epitome of spousal fealty in front of the rest of the congregation. He'd thought he was the only one she been weak with.

"Yes! I really can understand why she did. There isn't even a question of forgiveness. We've even talked about my behaviour before. I suppose she tried to warn me over the years that she needed more than I was willing to give."

"Did you confront her? How did you find out?"

"Well, sort of. The man she seduced was a friend of mine who she had never met. He came yesterday for a visit and after he realized what he'd done, he told me. Tracy and I had a fight. She got mad at me and said it was my fault, then left."

"I take it she isn't contrite? Were there others?"

"She said there were a few, over the years. Evan, my friend, pointed out to me that she wasn't exactly a slut since it works out to less than once a year."

"We both know that's not the point, Tom. She's married to you. Forsaking all others."

"I know, Kees. There's more though. Worse."

Kees made a come forward gesture.

"Kees..." 

Kees could see Tom's shoulders hitch as he struggled to share his story. He waited silently for Tom to continue.

"Umm, Evan called Tracy and convinced her to come back. She'd taken the kids to her mother's. Tracy came back and Evan must have sensed something in her. And in me, because he started seducing Tracy right in front of me. I mean, Tracy was standing there looking at me as Evan was feeling her up."

"Damn!" muttered Kees, then louder, "Cold woman."

"Actually no. Kees, I'm dense. I used to think I knew people. Apparently I don't. As a matter of fact Evan knew something about me that I didn't even know. I got excited. I mean, I got an erection. He had Tracy strip almost, then come over and give me a blow job." Tom grimaced and paused a minute to collect his thoughts.

"Why is it, Kees, I can barely say the words? Yet the minute she touched me I knew I was hooked. Right now, in my mind she's a whore. That's what my head says. A disgusting slut that I need to toss aside. Yet when I think about the way she looked at me as she was blowing me my heart sings like it never did before. It's like a new facet of my love has opened up. She had never, in all our years of marriage, looked into my eyes with the adoration I saw with my dick in her mouth"

"So how did the evening end?" Kees wouldn't admit it but he was getting aroused thinking of Tracy's mouth surrounding his knob. It had been several years since he'd had the pleasure.

"That's the disturbing part." Tom started to weep. "She gave Evan a blowjob, while I took her from behind. Then... I can't remember clearly, it's all a blur. But I was on my knees watching her suck Evan, really close. And somehow his penis was in my mouth." Tom broke down and sobbed for a few minutes while Kees just rested his arm on Tom's shoulder. After a few minutes Tom recovered enough to continue.

"So, I sucked him off. She fucked me and she fucked him, then we both fucked her at the same time."

Kees looked at him for a minute. "Sooo. Do you think there's any chance she'll stop? Or that you could forgive her for what she's done?"

Tom sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve, looking like a little boy. "Forgive her?" he screeched. "I don't think I could love her any more than I do right now! And I hate myself for it!"

"Tom..."

Tom's voice was a whisper now as he interrupted Kees. "Kees, I left her at home with Evan. He's probably fucked her once already this morning. Maybe twice." He shook his head. "I'm insanely jealous that she's letting him do that. To me!" He thumped his hand into his chest. "To us! At the same time I'm proud of her. Of her beauty and sexiness, and passion. God help me, it's like I didn't know what I was missing."

"I think that's the point they make in scripture, Tom. If you allow yourself to fall to the temptation you will be led onto a slippery slope of what you or your marriage can handle. Don't think of it as rules handed down from on high. Think of it as guidelines for living a happy, productive life."

"But don't you see, Kees. I, personally, never had any sex with my wife as amazing as it was last night." He shook his head. "I never even imagined. When she put her mouth on me..."

"I know, Tom." Kees had a far away look in his eyes.

Tom looked up at Kees. "And when I watched her with Evan I could see... wait. What? What do you mean, you know." Something in the faraway look in Kees' eyes gave Tom pause.




Grounds For Divorce Ch. 02



Kees' face went bright red as he stammered, "I, uh, I mean I know what it's like to get a blow job."

Tom looked at him intently and now Kees couldn't meet his gaze. "YOU!" Tom hissed. "You've been with her, haven't you, you bastard."

Now it was Kees' turn to despair and he jumped up and grabbed Toms hands in his. "Please, Tom! It was only once. I felt terrible about, I was as weak as she was. It was about four years ago, just a blowjob. We never had intercourse and she wouldn't do it again although I'm ashamed to admit I tried. Said she couldn't do that to you. I never pursued it and I thought she'd stopped."

Tom stood and looked down to him. "Some man of God you are." he hissed.

Kees sat back down and chuckled wryly, "After the tale you just told me, you can hardly condemn me. I am after all, a man, a sinner like you."

Tom looked at him for a minute then grinned sheepishly before sitting down again. "Okay, you're right." He watched Kees take his seat and tried to imagine Tracy on her knees servicing him. Again, the thought disturbed him and aroused him. "Well, I'm not sure what to do now. I think I'll just go home, enjoy the rest of the weekend, then Tracy and I will talk about it after Evan leaves."

Kees agreed. "I think that's a good idea." He leaned forward and put his hand on Tom's forearm. "Tom, I'm sorry about what happened. It was a moment of weakness for me and it never should have happened."

"You're right, Kees. It shouldn't have. But it did and I'll have to see where we go with it. I mean we. I won't mention it to anyone here." He gestured with his hand, encompassing the church. He turned to go then turned back to Kees. "Thanks for your candor. And Kees, I think it's best if I take myself off the table for a deaconship position."

Tom gathered up his kids and took them back to his's. He spoke with Catherine, Tracy's mother and told her that he and Tracy still needed a day or two to work on some problems. When she pressed him for details he would only say it involved intimacy issues but he loved Tracy and was determined to work it out. He stopped at the market and picked up some steaks and salad fixings for dinner and headed home. When he got there he saw Evan's rental car was gone and wondered about that. He crept in the house and when he heard the shower running upstairs he took the steaks into the kitchen and put them in a bowl with marinade sauce. He thought about the past night as he worked and he felt... serene. The only turmoil at this point was because he thought he should still be upset. For some reason he wasn't and that confused him. Maybe the talk with Kees had been cathartic. He busied himself making a pot of coffee and washed up the few dishes in the sink and when he heard the shower finish he went upstairs. When he walked into the bedroom he sat on the bed with his back against the headboard and waited for his wife to come out of the shower.

Tom was getting excited thinking about seeing his nude wife, watching her dress or maybe even fooling around. He was shocked though when Evan walked out of the ensuite bath. Evan had a towel wrapped around his waist and he almost tripped when he saw Tom.

"Tom! Ummm, hi." He looked around. "Is Tracy with you?"

Tom jumped off the bed, trying not to look like a hopeful kid on Christmas morning. "Uhh, no. I don't know where she is but I'm guessing she took your car."

"Yeah. Uhh, she expected you back earlier and she was worried, you weren't answering your cell. She went looking for you."

"Yeah, uuhh, I had to talk with someone. I muted my phone and forgot to turn it up."

Just then the phone rang and Tom picked it up.

"Hello? ... Oh, hi hon. ... No, I'm okay, I think. I just had to talk with someone. ... Well, no. I took the kids to church and ... Your just getting to your mom's now? ... Yeah, she asked me what was up. ... I didn't tell her much. ... I took the kids and I spoke with Kees about a few things. ... Oh, just the deaconship and stuff. I'll tell you later. .... Okay, love you too. Have a nice visit. ... Bye, bye."

Tom looked at the phone in his hand for a minute then at Evan. "Wanna grab a coffee?"

"Sure."

"Okay, get dressed,, I'll meet you downstairs. We can go out to the club."

Tom watched Evan turn and drop his towel to dress. He watched closely as Evan's butt cheeks parted when he bent to pick up his underwear and Tom caught a glimpse of his anus. Tom was trying to evaluate his level of interest in his own gender and was somewhat relieved when he felt no stirrings at the sight.

Tom went downstairs and turned the coffee maker off. He waited for Evan then they drove out to Tom's golf club. Tom was a frugal man, and he rarely spent money on frivolous things but he'd found over the years that he enjoyed golfing. He found it relaxing and it was a good way to meet with people informally. As a regular he knew the wait staff and he was seated quickly. Both men ordered beer with their burgers and talked casually, about football, the recession, and the stock market while they ate. After lunch Tom ordered another pair of beers and they retired to the patio to talk.

Evan knew Tom had some things he wanted to say so he didn't push it. He hoped Tom would be okay with what had happened, he didn't want to mess up their friendship over some casual sex.

"So, Evan." Tom started, staring out over the 9th hole. "Have you done that sort of thing often?"

"Actually, no. Last night was the first time with a married woman, that I know of, and the first threesome with another guy."

Tom grimaced slightly, "What about... that thing we did. I did."

"Tom." Evan spoke but waited for Tom to look at him. "You're not gay. Probably not very bisexual either. I've gobbled enough dick over the years to know about different types of guys. I like a little more myself but a lot of guys are like what you probably are. It's called Bi-oral. You like sucking dick and that's it. And that's okay."

Tom looked relieved as he continued. "What about Tracy? How experienced would you say she is?"

"Tom, I don't think you need to go there. I mean, it's obvious she loves you and she wouldn't have been stepping out except for... well."

"Yeah. But I mean, I'm still mad. She cheated on me. She lied to me. What else is she lying about? Is she lying about how often, or how many?"

"I can't say Tom. I don't think so but there's really no way to tell."

"But what about her experience? Wouldn't it show?"

"Not really. She's enthusiastic. It's obvious she likes sex. But when I first saw her in the hotel she didn't seem overly invested in getting shagged. And when I did get her to my room, after a lot of cajoling, the sex was... mechanical. Like she was disinterested in me and just there for the festivities. If I were to put a term to it, she seemed like a reluctant adulteress."

"I've really no idea where to go from here. I'm still mad. But I'm excited. I'm excited by her and, perversely, excited to think of her with you. That's not me. That's never been me and it scares me."

Evan leaned close and placed his hand on tom's arm, "Tom, do you love her?"

"God help me, I do." Tom choked out.

"Then it's like everything else in a marriage. You set out ground rules, guidelines. Agree on what you both want and need out of the relationship. You may never do this again, but you may decide that you want to do it every month or so. Maybe more, maybe less. But agree on what you don't want or can't do."

Tom finished his beer quickly while looking at Evan. "Okay. If Tracy wants, we can continue this until you leave tomorrow night. We'll see where it goes from there."

Tracy pulled into the driveway at her parents house. She was nervous because her mother knew that Tracy wasn't happy with the physical aspects of her marriage. Tracy had asked for her advice over the years, and although Catherine had never come out and said anything about it, Tracy knew she suspected her of infidelity because Tracy had had to ask her to cover for her on one of her trysts. She'd made up some inane excuse and her mother had let it slide but they both knew what the other knew. Now she knew her mother would want some answers.

Tracy walked up to the door and her mother opened it as she got there. The first thing Catherine did was envelop her daughter in a big hug that they held for well over a minute. As they moved towards the kitchen Catherine told Tracy that their grandfather had taken the children to a matinee so they were free to talk.

"So, Trace." Catherine cleared her throat. "Is there anything we need to clear up?"

Tracy looked at her mom, her lower lip trembling and she struggled to control herself. "I, umm, I've cheated on Tom, mom."

"I know that, darling. I knew it when I covered for you, that time. What happened? Did you get caught?"

Tracy just nodded, her eyes glistening. "I've only done it a few times, really. I just need... more. Tom and I talked about it and he wasn't interested enough to give it to me. But the other night the guy I hooked up with turned out to be the guy Tom had invited for the weekend. He spilled the beans and Tom and I had a huge fight. That's why we came over here. His friend, Evan, kind of understood my side and told Tom he was an idiot and when he called last night I went back to work it out." She couldn't quite bring herself to say any more.

Catherine watched her for a few minutes before saying anything. "I cheated on your father, once."

"You did?" Tracy was astonished. Her parents had always had the type of relationship they seemed to write country songs about. The happy songs.

"Yep. I can't say I'm proud of it. You were six years old. Your dad had just come back from Viet Nam and he couldn't have sex for almost two years. He couldn't do it and he wasn't even interested. We had a bunch of fights about it then he told me if I needed it so bad, to go out and get it. Just not to do it around here."

"So what did you do?"

"I went to visit my cousin, Fiona, in Ireland. I stayed there a month. I got my ashes hauled properly and when I came home I was good until your father got his appetite back."

"Mom, does daddy know? About me, I mean?"

"He does, in fact. He's not happy about it but he doesn't blame you entirely, either. He thinks Tom is a horses ass in some ways, and you are definitely your mother's daughter, so he doesn't really blame you. He's just happy that you didn't leave Tom or go slutting around town."

"Well, there's more, mom."

"Oh, no. You didn't catch something, did you?"

"God no. But last night, after I went home, Tom was different. I don't know what Evan said to him but we ended up having sex. Right there in front of Evan, in the rec room, with the lights on and everything. I was so happy I cried. Then Tom watched me have sex with Evan. Then I had them both at the same time."

"Good God, girl." Catherine sat back in her chair, a hand over her mouth. "No wonder Tom said he had a lot to think about. So where is he now, then?" 

Tracy sighed. "He and Evan went to lunch at the club. We talked just before I got here. After all the thinking he's done, I'm not sure what he's going to do. I mean, last night was, like, the excitement of the moment sort of thing. But today, after seeing the kids and going to church, I don't know. Reality, you know?"

Catherine nodded then got a look on her face. "Wait, where were you when Tom was at church?"

This time Tracy blushed. "I was home. In bed. With Evan."

"And Tom knew?" Catherine was sitting back with her fingers over her mouth again and a look of astonishment on her face. Tracy just nodded yes.

"So, while my son was standing here, talking to me, you were home in his bed getting screwed, and he knew it?"

"Well, we were probably done by then mom, but yes. I probably passed Tom on his way home. But yes. He told Evan before he left, before I even woke up in fact, for us to have fun. Yes, I was fucking Evan while Tom was at church." Tracy felt a thrill go through her as she admitted her flagrant indiscretion to her mother.

Catherine giggled, then blushed. "I can't imagine."

"I have to say, mom. It was amazing. Two men at once. Wow."

"If you don't mind... How did you do it? I mean, where...?

"Mom! You wanna know how I had sex?"

"Weeellll." Catherine wash blushing but she had an expectant look on her face. "I'm just curious. I've never done anything like that."

Tracy got up and grabbed her purse. "This is too weird, mother. But if you must know I had Evan in my front and Tom in behind."

"I can't believe it!" Catherine exclaimed. "Tom screwed your ass?"

Tracy leaned over and gave her mom a hug and whispered in her ear. "If things go the way I hope, I'll have them both again tonight. Evan's leaving tomorrow." Catherine was left with a stupid grin on her face as Tracy walked away. At only forty eight years old she still had a healthy sex life and her daughter had given her something to think about.

Tracy stopped at the liquor and grocery stores to pick up supplies. A couple bottles of wine, some Romaine lettuce, steaks, and baked potatoes would do nicely. She had to laugh when she got home because the guys were out on the deck sipping beer. On the counter was a new bag of potatoes and in the fridge was a container with marinating steaks. The only thing different that Tom had picked up was fixings for a garden salad rather than Caesar. She went upstairs and changed into a sundress and joined the guys on the deck with fresh beers for all. Once again she surprised Tom by walking over to him and sitting on his lap. She gave him a toe curling kiss and let one hand run through his hair while the other caressed his chest. She'd never done that because she knew he never would have approved of it before. She figured she had some training to do now.

Tracy got up and bent over Evan, giving him a lingering kiss also before pulling a chair close to Tom and sitting with him. As they talked about anything other than what was on their minds Tracy let her hands and fingers constantly stroke and caress Tom, wherever she could reach. They spent several hours like that, just talking, letting Tracy get to know more about Evan, and even some things she hadn't known about Tom. Every time they ran low on beer Tracy got up to replenish their glasses. She always gave Tom and Evan the same kiss when she was done except she added some more caresses to her appreciation of Evan.

Finally as the sun fell below the house behind them and the air started to chill again Tracy got up and lit the barbecue. She put the steaks on the side table for Tom to cook and she went inside to ready the potatoes and salad. She microwaved the potatoes for three minutes and took them out to Tom to finish cooking with the steaks. After setting the dishes out on the counter she went upstairs and had a quick shower. She made extra sure her vagina was clean and she even trimmed the hairs around it somewhat, using a razor to neaten up closer than she ever had before. She closed her eyes and shuddered as she drew a finger through her wetness. She'd been seeping all day, partly from her constant touching of Tom and partly because she couldn't get her mind off of what she wanted to do again with them both. She wore another sundress but this one was a little more elegant than the last one. It fit a little tighter and the observant voyeur would see she wasn't wearing a bra or panties with it.

When Tracy returned to the kitchen Tom was just putting all the food on a platter to be eaten outside, with Evan's help as a porter. They sat and ate quietly, each one's thoughts turning inward regarding the approaching events. The only one not too perturbed was Evan. While he wanted to fuck Tracy again, and suck Tom's cock, it really mattered not a whit to him whether they played or not. He was enjoying himself now and was equally amenable to either circumstance. Tom and Tracy both were having, not really second thoughts, but wondering whether they should continue down the trail that was blazed the previous night. As much as Tracy had been thinking about enjoying two men again, she was conscious that her lust was driving that need and not really her heart. She was waffling between getting her pussy stuffed and not going so overboard that she freaked Tom out. Tom, on the other hand, could barely think of anything else. After a lifetime of self imposed oppression he just wanted to see his wife cum. He wanted to hear her scream herself hoarse and be the one to drive her to it. He just hoped he would measure up to his wife's previous lovers. Before any of them knew it supper was over and they were cleaning up.

Tracy pushed Tom towards the bedroom urging him to take a shower. After he left the room she turned to Evan and gave him a lingering kiss. She rested her hands on his chest and pressed herself against him. After a minute she again raised her face to his. "Evan, I don't know if we're going to go through with anything tonight and if we don't I want you to know how much I enjoyed our time together." She gave him another soft lingering kiss then drew her fingers along his erection as she pulled away. She swayed her hips like a runway model as she walked around the corner towards the bedroom and Tom.

Tracy was sitting on the bed when Tom came out of the bathroom. He didn't say anything, just looked at her with a hopeful smile as he made to get dressed.

"Tom, we have to talk."

"I know, baby. After Tom leaves tomorrow."

"Sure. That's good. But we have to talk a bit now too."

Tom was a little concerned. He'd reconciled his feelings about his wife's infidelities and his role in them to a degree but now he was afraid of what Tracy was going to say. He looked like a child who's favourite toy was about to be taken away. "Okay." He sat on the bed beside her. "Tell me what's on your mind."

"Tom, first off, the things you did to me, the things you let me do to you last night, were amazing. That was almost everything I ever dreamt of doing with you and I hope that we can do a lot more of that for the rest of our lives."

"Mm, hmm." Tom laid back then rolled onto his side and pulled Tracy down beside him. He stroked her arm and her face as she looked intently into his eyes.

"But I'm afraid. Afraid of a couple of things. I really liked it with both of you and I'm afraid after Evan's gone you're going to go back to the way you were. I'm afraid it's going to come between us and you'll end up hating me for what I've done."

Tom thought for a minute before responding. "Baby, I love you. Evan was right, I was a closet perv, if you will. I've dreamt of doing those things to you since before we got married. I was afraid that I either wouldn't measure up to your other experiences, or that I would try those things and not like the reality and tell you we have to go back. The truth is, I used the church to cover for my own feelings of inadequacy. I've also thought about the things I did with Evan, too. I liked it, and I'm glad we did it, but it's still you I dream of. Your pussy." He rolled onto his back and pulled Tracy over him so her groin was against his obvious erection. He softly ground up against her. "I don't want to go back. Even if we never do anything with Evan, or Kees Hildebrand...," Tom watched Tracy's eyes widen and he ground against her again before he continued. "I still want to taste everything you have to offer. But I'd like to explore others still, if you want to." He hastened to add that last part, he didn't want to pressure her.

Tom pushed Tracy over on her back. He knelt with his knees on either side of her as he pushed her sundress up her torso urging her to rise so he could remove it. The sublime vision of her light skinned hips and mons surrounded by darker, tanned skin and punctuated by the dark hair pointing to her hallowed treasure was intoxicating to him. He reached a finger out and traced it through the moisture gathered at her opening. He slid a finger inside her and moved it in and out. Tracy groaned in response and thrust her hips up a bit. He slowly stroked himself as he looked at her




Grounds For Divorce Ch. 02



"You're so fucking sexy." Tom hissed. "I've always wanted to do this too. Just look at you, watch you and touch myself." Tracy moaned in response and arched her back, accentuating her breasts. "Looking at you always gets me hard." He whispered as his hand moved faster and faster over his cock. He occasionally wrapped his fingers around the spongy head and smeared his precum down his meat before resuming his stroking.

Tom watched his wife draw her finger through her pussy and slowly circle her clit. She never quite touched it, just tantalizing it with indirect pressure. Tom's fingers were wrapping around his dick in a twisting motion as his fist flew up and down. "I've done this before" he shuddered as he spoke. "I've jerked off when I watch you in the shower." His hips were now moving spasmodically, straining for release. "I've cum all over your panties while I, oh! While I watched you on, oh God! On the toilet, aannghh!" Tom's fist was a blur for his last few strokes and his efforts were reward by a stream of cum landing on Tracy's tanned belly from her navel all he way to her breasts. His second shot pooled on her belly and his third landed on her pussy.

Tears were dripping from Tracy's eyes as Tom leaned down over her and she kissed Tom with a passion she'd rarely been able to exhibit. "I never knew." She whispered.

"I know. I was too afraid to say anything." He left little kisses all over her face as he cleaned up her tears. "Now, let's not keep your lover waiting. Change into something nice and come downstairs." Tom patted her ass just before he pushed her off. "Okay?"

Tracy sniffled and giggled at the same time as she sat up. "I'm gonna shower first. I seem t o have gotten messy again." Tom smiled at her then closed the door as he left. Evan was putting the last of the dried dishes on the counter as Tom walked into the kitchen. He heard the shower start upstairs and grinned.

"I'll put these away, Evan. Why don't you grab a quick shower. I think it should be warmed up in the master bath." Evan looked at him and raised his eyebrows and Tom just grinned, shrugged his shoulders, and nodded. Tom continued with the dishes, cleaning up, making coffee, and setting up the rec room. He lit the gas insert in the old woodstove and turned the lights down. He flipped on the television and waited, looking for something to distract him from the tent in his trousers.

Evan opened the door to the ensuite in the master bedroom and quickly doffed his clothes. He heard Tracy humming as he watched her shadowy figure moving and contorting as she washed, behind the curtain. When he quietly pulled the curtain back to slip in she was facing the shower head, lathering her medium length chestnut hair. He suddenly thought better of just touching her, since the bottom of the bath was slippery with suds, so he made a soft noise in his throat. She abruptly stopped her lathering and slowly turned. She didn't make a noise when she saw Evan but she did smile so he moved right in behind her. His semi-erection slipped between the curves her ass cheeks as he raised his hands to her head.

"Here, let me do that." Evan said softly. Tracy turned back to the shower head so Evan gently massaged the shampoo into Tracy's hair.

"Where's Tom?" she asked, quietly. She moaned in delight at the relaxing sensations and put her hand behind her. She groped until she found Evan's stiff member and Traced her fingers over it.

"Finishing cleaning up downstairs. He sent me up here." Tracy just nodded. She continued stroking him as he washed her hair. After a few minutes Evan leaned in and told her to turn around so she could rinse. Tracy did so and tilted her head back allowing Evan to run his fingers through her hair, spreading the water and dispersing the suds.. Both her hands went to Evan's groin, massaging and caressing his cock and balls. Her hair appeared black with the wetness and Evan leaned in and kissed her temples, smelling her hair. He never wanted to forget the scent.

Tracy felt Evan's lips at her forehead and smiled as they moved down to her eyes. She turned her head as his lips moved lower and joined with hers, already open wide. Their tongues probing, pushing, tasting. Tracy gasped loudly and her knees almost gave way as his strong fingers swiped across her mons. Tom's masturbation had primed her almost to the point of needing release herself, and Evan was reigniting her fire. Probing, his fingers flicked lightly at her clit before they found her already seeping hole and thrust deep inside her. This time she cried out and Evan had to support her when she spread her legs for him.

"Oh, God! Oh, Evan! What you do to me!" Tracy quickly dropped to her knees and inhaled Evan's cock. She swore she could feel his heartbeat as he plumbed the depths of her mouth. Tracy tried to keep up the pace as long as she could but her need was an over riding imperative. She jumped to her feet and swung back to face the shower. She held on to the shower head with both hands as she thrust her ass back. A guttural groan escaped when Evan's cock head first probed her opening but that was nothing to the squeal that she released when he rammed his cock inside her and quickly began pounding in and out.

"Oh! God! Evan! Keep! Fucking! Me! Don't Stop! Aaiiighhaa!" Tracy's words escaped with each thrust of Evan's and her pitch rose with each word until all she had left was a scream. If she'd thought about it she would have realized that was the fastest she'd ever cum before. It was also the fastest she'd brought someone else off too because Evan's own grunts announced his release.

Tom smiled as he heard the distant squeals, understanding that his wife was getting fucked while he sat there watching television. He continued watching the sports roundup for almost half an hour until he heard the footsteps on the stairs. He turned the television off and turned to face the others. Evan went and sat on a chair as Tracy walked up to Tom with a saucy grin on her face.

Tracy had dried her hair somewhat, so it wasn't sodden, but it stilled appeared black. She was wearing a royal blue bra and panty set with lace on the hems. "Sorry. We got delayed. Somebody's wearing too many clothes." she said softly as she leaned over and grabbed the waist hem of tom's shirt and lifted. Tom allowed her to pull the shirt off before he made her spin around.

"Nice outfit, hon. Where'd you get that?"

Tracy blushed, "I wore this the night I met with Evan. No secrets, baby. I'll wear all my slutty clothes for you."

"Mmm, I like." Tom stopped Tracy as she faced away from him and he held her hips as he planted his face against her pantied ass. He rubbed his face all over the satin before moving towards the soft skin at the edges. He started pulling the panties away from her cheeks and kissed the skin as he uncovered it. Eventually he had it all bunched in a bundle and pushed to the side as his tongue and lips explored inward. He could feel the difference in her skin as it went from soft and downy to smoother, somehow tighter. Even though she had just showered he could discern an earthy, musky scent. It was separate from the scent of her glistening vulva and he could smell Evan's semen that was leaving a trail down her thigh.

At first Tom could hear Tracy's groans as if from down a tunnel. Then he became so focused on the scents and sensations, the different textures, that he didn't even hear her cry out when his tongue pierced her anus. Tom was overcome, almost in a trance as he immersed himself in the sights, smells, and flavors of uninhibited debauchery. He used his hands to pry Tracy's ass as far apart as he could, just to see what he could taste. The sheer wickedness of it was like a drug and he was fast becoming addicted. After some time he slowly became aware of a high pitched screaming. As his cognizance returned he realized his wife was having an orgasm. When he pulled back he could see, through the inverted vee of her legs, that Evan was pinching her breasts brutally hard. Evan was also helping her stand and when Tom focused more closely on her pussy he could see it pulsating, clenching with her waves of pleasure. With a grin he placed two fingers at the portal to her womanhood and steadily pushed them inside. It was an awkward position and Tom had to remove his mouth from her rectum, but his fingers more then made up for it.

This time Tracy collapsed and Tom and Evan slowly let her down to the floor. Their fingers were never far from her pleasure centers and they continued their assault despite her protests. Tracy's sharp screams of pleasure gave way to wails, then whimpers and moans, as the two men slowed down their ministrations. Her hips were slowly undulating up and down as she lay on her back gasping for breath. Evan had bent over and began slowly licking her breasts, circling around each aureole before moving in to suckle, then moving over to the other one. Tom had pulled one of his fingers out of her pussy and slowly moved the other in and out, back and forth over her G-spot. His other hand was slowly stroking her vulva, caressing her folds and crevices as she came down from what had to be another milestone climax.

Tracy looked around as she felt herself being lifted up. She snuggled into Tom's arms as he carried her and she felt a blanket being placed over her. Off in the distance she heard a deep voice talking and she had to really concentrate to hear Tom.

"... so if she wants to be a slut, let's treat her like one. We have all night."

"Noooo." Tracy squeaked out. "No more. Must... must sleep."

Tracy heard Evan laugh and felt herself being place gently on the bed. She opened her eyes and saw one of Tom's ties approaching and her vision faded out as it was placed over her and tied behind her head. She felt her head being lowered off the side of the bed and a minute later she felt the rubbery head of a semi engorged dick poking at her lips. Her interest suddenly regenerated she opened her mouth and felt it slide in. She could tell it was Evan's, being slightly smaller than Tom's, but she was pleased none the less because she could easily take this one down her throat. She put her hands above her head, on Evan's hips, and guided him in and out. She held him in and worked her throat muscles and only took him out when she had to breath. That was getting more frequent because Tom had immediately lowered his face to her pussy and continued his efforts to please her. This time he went right for the goal line, two of his fingers working in her pussy, one tickling her puckered anus and his tongue worrying at her clit. He alternated swiping up each side of her pussy then stopping and vigorously strumming her clit. In less than five minutes she could feel another orgasm approaching and she pulled Evan's cock out of her mouth. Her eyes had been shut but she opened them when someone pulled the tie off and she saw Evan fisting his cock right in front of her face.

"Oh, yeah!" Tracy panted. "Jack that fucking cock." She grasped her nipples and pinched them lightly with a twisting motion. "Cum all...! Oh God! Oh fuck!" Tracy's voice was rising in pitch as her orgasm began to wash over her. "Ohhhh, shoot your fucking cum all over me you bastard! Yeah!" Tracy managed to see Evan's first spurt fly over her face before her eyes closed on her again. She felt the subsequent emissions drop onto her tits and face as her husband's fingers worked away at her. This time he didn't let up as her orgasm passed and she quickly felt herself approaching another one. Just as it was about to peak she moaned in frustration when Tom pulled away. She quickly changed her mind though when she felt his rigid pole driving deep inside her. This wasn't lovemaking, it was fucking pure and simple. Her ankles locked around Tom's lower back holding him to her as his hips levered his cock in and out. Tracy loved the way Tom made love to her but she was quickly finding out that she loved the way he fucked her too.

"Oh, God baby. I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum again! Fuck meeee! Tracy squealed her release once again and Tom's grunts accompanied her screams as they both came hard. Tracy's arms clung to Tom like she was in danger of drowning and Tom's arms hooked under Tracy's shoulders as he tried to pull himself even deeper into her. The two of them shook and panted and made noises reminiscent of pain and anguish but were obviously anything but. As their passion waned Tom rose on his elbows to take some weight off Tracy but she pulled him back down. "Nooo." She moaned weakly. "Stay."

Tracy and Tom's breath slowly returned and Tom finally rolled off of her. Tracy gestured for Evan to join them on the bed, on her other side.

"Oh my God." Tracy muttered. "That was amazing."

"Indeed." Laughed Evan and Tom just grunted his agreement.

"How can that be wrong?" asked Tom, rhetorically. "I mean, we're made by God. We have the capacity to feel that, physically and emotionally." He turned on his side and traced a fingers from Tracy's cum splattered breast, across her sweaty stomach to her sodden pussy. "How can it be wrong? Honey, I feel closer, more attached to you now than I ever have. Even Evan." He looked over at his friend whose eyes were half closed. "I feel a connection with you that I never did in college. And it's not because of what we did together." He lay back on his back. "I think we have to do more research."

The others chuckled at his comment and Tracy rolled over to give Tom a soft kiss. "Thank you so much, honey." She whispered. "I love you. This is all I ever wanted, you and... and me and..." Tracy interrupted herself with a squeal as she felt herself being penetrated from behind. Evan had spooned up against her and she'd felt his erection but thought he was just cuddling. He lifted her leg to give himself better access. She was about to say something to Evan but Tom shushed her.

"Just go with it, babe. I want to watch." Tom peered into her eyes, watching the flickering emotions and sensations flitting across her face. Evan's not insignificant erection was hitting her G-spot just right in this position and Tom could see Tracy succumbing to the feeling. The little expulsions of her breath hitting his face each time Evan's cock head impacted that knot of nerve endings then the quick, subtle look of concentration as the length of that his meat dragged across it. Tom realized he was happy for Tracy. Not just excited by the whole sexual revolution they were experiencing but happy that she could now be free to enjoy her sexuality without guilt and fear of recriminations. Tom's concentration was refocused by the squeal that leaked past Tracy's lips. Tracy's eyes now held a wildness, like an animal that needed to escape. Evan was really getting to her. Tom wished he could see her being penetrated at the same time as he watched her face. 

Evan wasn't going fast, just sawing in and out and enjoying the sensations. His one hand was on Tracy's shoulder and the other on her hip as he pulled her onto his rod methodically. He could feel her arch her back, trying to get more of him inside her and he moved his hand from her hip to one of her breasts. He softly kneaded it, palpated it before tweaking the nipple and moving his hand to the other one. His knuckles dragged across Tom's chest, the hair reminding him that he was boning his friends wife right in front of him. When he'd let the cat out of the bag on Saturday night, just 24 hours earlier, he had no idea the weekend would end like this. He remembered Tom being very straight laced in college and that he hadn't changed at all until shortly after Saturday's dinner. But then something seemed to snap and Evan would never have believed it if he hadn't seen the transformation himself. His musings were interrupted and he was quickly brought back to the present when a particularly strong spasm coursed through Tracy's pussy. It caused him in turn to thrust a little harder wringing a squeal from Tracy's lips.

"Oh, fuck!" Evan moaned. All of a sudden he was on the edge. "I'm gonna cum." He bucked faster, his changed motion drawing more noises from Tracy.

"Ohh, baby. Just a minute!" Tracy cried out. "I'm almost there too! Oh! Oh! Aahhhiiieee...." Tracy's moans were muffled by Tom's mouth as he joined her in a kiss and her climax hit sooner than she expected.

Evan heard her squealing into Tom's mouth and it triggered his own orgasm. It felt like his dick was ejecting the whole of the universe through it as another coat of sperm soaked Tracy's uterus. After the last twenty four hours he knew there couldn't be much cum left but he felt like he'd just expelled a few more litres. He gave out a loud cry when he was done, his heart was beating madly and he could barely catch his breath. Tracy turned her head to give him a kiss and their tongues danced. He had to stop kissing to breath, he simply needed more oxygen than his nose would allow passage. He rested his forehead against the back of Tracy's neck and inhaled her scent while he recovered.

"I love you." Evan whispered. His eyes immediately opened wide in shock at what he'd just said. He hadn't even thought it before it came out. "Oh, shit! I'm so sorry, it just came out!

Tracy and Tom just looked at each other for a second, each one trying to gauge the other's reaction. When Tracy saw that Tom wasn't immediately upset she allowed herself to giggle and look back at Evan.

"That's okay, Evan. It was a pretty fuckin awesome fuck. I understand." She leaned into Evan and gave him a light kiss on the cheek then turned to Tom.

"You okay, baby?"

Tom gave a short chuckle, "Yeah. That was a little weird, but I understand."

"Really, Tom. I didn't mean any disrespect..."

This time Tom laughed out loud. "Disrespect? You've been banging my wife like a snare drum all weekend, that didn't sound like disrespect. It sounded honest. Believe me, I can understand how anyone could fall in love with her."

Tracy turned back to Tom. "You wanna go again, sweetie? I'm still horny."

"I'd love to, babe. But honestly, I just wanna sleep." Tracy pouted for a minute then Tom continued, "Why don't you go spend the night with Evan?"

"I don't know, Tom." Tracy looked doubtful. "It doesn't seem right to do that with you here and not playing."

"Babe, Evan's leaving tomorrow. Go spend the night, have fun and wake me in the morning." He gave her a kiss and settled back into his pillow.

"Oh, okay." Tracy frowned. "It won't be the same now without you there."

Tom chuckled again, "Bullshit. It'll be great without me there. Go on. Have some more one-on-one and let me sleep."

Tracy gave Tom a deep kiss as she climbed over him then got out of bed. Evan got out of bed on the other side and bade Tom good night. Tom watched Tracy's full hips sway, the cleft of her ass calling to him, as she took Evan's hand and they left for the guest room. The thing was, Tom did want to stay up to play and he did feel a little jealous and possessive. But he also knew that he had to try to let go a bit. He had to try to let Tracy go and have her fun and he had to see if he could eventually be okay with it because the truth was, he wanted to continue with the sexual freedom they'd discovered. He wanted to experiment and see what he'd missed all these years. There were a few people he wanted to experience too and he knew if he let Tracy have what she wanted, the odds were better that he would get what he wanted.

Tom lay in bed and imagined what Tracy was doing in the guest bedroom with her lover. The images he conjured were part artifice and part memory as he felt his cock swelling as he took it in hand. He did feel like masturbating but he was just too tired. He also wanted to get up and join the other two as he heard his wife cry out in pleasure, two doorways away. He was simply too tired to join them and he fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.




Grounds For Divorce Ch. 02



Tom was awakened the next morning by his alarm clock. Still numb from sleep he rolled over and saw his wife curled up next to him. After thinking for a minute he realized it was Monday and he had to get up for work. Tom's job as a Vice President of purchasing kept him busy. Even though he had others in the department to do the data collecting he stilled liked to walk the plant floor before his clerks arrived, to check actual stock against their order slips. He generally worked from eight until five or later but he was already looking forward to coming home and he hadn't even got up yet. He realized Tracy must have set his alarm since he hadn't and he ran a hand over her smooth hip in gratitude. It was still a bit of a shock feeling her bare skin after a decade of feeling her in a nightgown. He got out of bed and padded to the bathroom, holding the door lever down until the latch was in position so it wouldn't click and disturb Tracy.

Tom turned the water on in the shower and grabbed his shaving gear as it heated. He shaved in the shower and had ever since he'd served a stint in the Army Reserves when he was younger. He climbed into the shower when it was ready and performed his morning ablutions. As was his habit he washed his hair first, then lathered and washed his body. He was just beginning to shave when he heard the bathroom door open and the lights dimmed. He liked the lights bright, first thing, because they helped him wake up but Tracy didn't, she wasn't a morning person. He figured she just had to pee so he was surprised when she joined him in the shower. She rested her head against his back and brought her hands around to fondle his prick while Tom finished shaving. When he was done he used the shower head to rinse his whiskers and shaving cream down the drain and Tracy tried to get him to turn around.

"Not yet, babe. I gotta pee." It was also Tom's habit to pee down the drain in the shower, a habit which Tracy was well aware of.

"Mmm, so do I." Tracy muttered. She urged Tom aside and she moved in front of him to stand over the drain hole. "Okay. Go ahead."

"Tracy!" Tom protested.

"Do it. We've been married almost ten years and I've never seen you pee. You've never seen me pee. Except for the times you jerked off but you still didn't see me. It's time." Tracy got a look of concentration on her face for a second, then the enclosed space was filled with the scent of fresh urine. Tom looked down and saw the stream issuing form his wife's genitals. Quickly he crouched down for a better look but he couldn't see much because of the dim light. Tracy squatted a bit and angled her hips to help but she was done before Tom's curiosity was satiated. A minute later Tom took his organ in hand and aimed towards the drain. He had to wait and concentrate because his sudden erection made it difficult but when the stream issued forth it hit one of Tracy's feet and he quickly corrected. Tracy stymied his plans when she moved her foot back into his stream and Tom finished out his task.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Tracy asked.

"You're constantly surprising me, Tracy. No, it wasn't bad." Tom took down the shower head and rinsed Tracy's feet and the end of the tub. He put the shower head back and left it on. "You gonna shower?" he asked Tracy.

"No, I just got up to see you." She leaned in and gave Tom a small kiss on the lips. " I just want to make sure that you're okay with what we did this weekend."

"Yeah. I'm still in shock a little, I think, but I'm okay." Tom turned the water off and reached for a towel. He started to dry himself off before stepping out but changed his mind and dried Tracy. "I thought you were gonna spend the night with Evan."

"Oh, I spent most of it there, we fucked twice and made love once, but I came back to bed after he fell asleep."

"You didn't have to."

"I know." Tracy gave Tom a kiss on the top of his head as he was drying her legs. "I've never spent the night with someone else. I've fucked a few, but I always left, or they did. I guess it's weird but you're the only one I've ever slept with."

Tom stood and kissed her lightly. He couldn't seem to stop touching her. "Yes, it's weird. But I guess that's something I'm learning to love about you. Your weirdness."

"Leave me alone or I'll cut my weirdness off from you." Tracy laughed and slapped at Tom's dick, rising again already.

Tom laughed back, "You couldn't do that, I don't think, if you knew I wanted your tender meat every night."

Tracy laughed again and molded herself to Tom then gave him a kiss before she hustled out. "I gotta make sure Evan's up. I told him to set his alarm but I'm not sure if he did." She had to get ready for work herself, her mom had agreed to watch the kids for today too so she didn't have to worry about the sitter. Tracy worked as a receptionist in a law office.

Tom felt another quick flash of jealousy at the easy way Tracy talked about Evan but he suppressed it. Evan was leaving today and he would have Tracy all to himself to explore his new lifestyle. By the time he got dressed he could hear Tracy squealing in the next bedroom. Apparently Evan wasn't finished with her. Tom stopped and looked through the doorway as his wife rode his friend in reverse cowgirl. She stared right at him as she was overtaken with an orgasm, her hands mashing her breasts together. He couldn't look away if he wanted to, in fact he wanted to go over and join in but he held back. He couldn't believe how easily she came now. Seeing her like this was even different than being in bed with them because he got to see the whole picture. Her hips, swiveling, pivoting, gyrating, trying to get every once of sensation she could from Evan's cock as she rode out her climax. Tom was seeing the light blush from her face down to her upper chest, contrasted with her pale, lightly freckled skin, then her tan. The contrast between Evan's large dark hands and the pale skin at Tracy's hips was also mesmerizing as Evan tried to keep Tracy moving on his dick.

Tom stayed and watched, his erection prominent again, until Evan shot his load. Tom moved over to the bed and Tilted Tracy's lips to his, kissing her as she struggled to regain her breath. He shook Evan's hand and said he'd call him later, then left for work. Tom buzzed through the early morning at work, his mind occupied with his tasks. After the initial rush settled down and he was on to more mundane tasks his thoughts drifted again and again to his wife. His emotions ran the gamut from lust to disgust, both at her and at himself. His thoughts were in similar turmoil, ranging from a new overwhelming sense of love for his wife to thoughts that she had somehow bewitched him into succumbing to her heinous fantasies.

His thoughts kept coming back to two points though. The first being that he was the one to take the first step down that road, taking Evan's cock into his mouth before Tracy even arrived back home. The second point was that he was undeniably aroused by his wife's display and he unequivocally loved her more than ever. Eventually he realized that all through this inner reflection his cock had maintained an unflagging rigidity. He'd stayed in his office because of it and had his secretary pick up some take-out when she went for lunch. She returned after lunch and brought his burger, fries, and vanilla shake in to him. For the first time ever he realized what a handsome woman she was. Not beautiful, but attractive in a matronly sort of way. Tom had chatted with her many times but he now realized he'd had an attitude of moral superiority over her because of her position and he actually knew very little about her.

"Are you in the middle of anything, Carla?" Tom asked.

"No, nothing drastic. What can I get you?" She smiled at him in her usual way and Tom could now see that she was merely being polite. Her mouth lit up but the smile never reached her eyes.

Tom smiled back at her, a genuine smile. "Has anyone told you what a beautiful smile you have?"

Carla's smile faltered a bit, surprised.

"I'm sorry." Tom backpedaled. "That was inappropriate. But so many times your smile has helped me out of a funk, here. I don't mean anything by that, just that it's sunny." Tom flushed for a moment and looked around, on unfamiliar territory. "Umm, why don't you grab a coffee and come back in and have a seat. We've hardly spoken about anything other than work."

Carla's smile turned into a look of concern as she went to make her coffee. Tom wasn't normally that familiar with anybody at work so she was suspicious. Either he was going to try to get into her pants which she found unlikely, but not beyond the realm of possibility. He wouldn't be the first one. Or he wanted her help in some way that wasn't kosher. He wouldn't be the first to try to bed her. More than a few married men had tried, simply because they thought she'd be available. She wasn't highly paid, she was average in appearance, and those married men assumed she would be flattered by their attentions. Another possibility was that she had done something wrong and she was going to be let go, but she could think of no glaring mistakes she had made recently. She sighed as she stirred her coffee and the second one that she had made for Tom. She really wished she didn't need the money. She was tired of the plastic faces and insincere attitudes in corporate life.

When she got back to Tom's office she went to close the door behind her.

"No, no. Leave it open." Tom laughed. "We don't want anyone thinking no one's home if they come in."

Carla sat down a little nervously, unsure of what was going on. Tom chatted while he ate, mainly making comments to draw out conversation from Carla. She was pleasantly surprised that that's all Tom did, talk about his family a bit, a few comments on favoured vacation destinations, then asking about her family. She found herself drawn to him a little so she opened up in kind. She had a boy and a girl, both in high school, and when Tom found out he didn't live too far from her family he suggested that one of her children might be a good candidate for a babysitter for him. She also revealed that her husband, Shane, was employed inside the plant in the shipping department.

Tom hung his head for a moment and when he looked up his eyes were a little moist. "Carla, I hope you'll accept my apology. We've worked together for three years and I didn't know that. I've been distant and insensitive."

"Really," Carla protested. "it's okay Mister Jenk..."

"No, Carla." interrupted Tom. "It's not okay. I've always considered myself a good man, God fearing, kind, supportive and all that crap. Apparently I'm not the man I thought I was. Anyways, I'm sorry."

"Umm. Okay Mister Jenkins. That's okay."

"And Carla, when no one's around, call me Tom. Not Mister Jenkins."

"Okay Mister Jenk...," She stopped herself when Tom looked at her pointedly and cocked his head. "Okay Tom." She smiled nervously.

"Good, Carla. Now, I've got to get back to work. Could you close the door on the way out?"

When Carla had done as she was bid, Tom called Shane's boss. They spoke briefly then Tom hung up. He made a few more phone calls before turning back to his computer. About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. Tom had to chuckle because he knew Carla would be utterly confused. He hollered that it was open and Carla ushered her husband Shane into the room.

"That'll be all, Carla." Tom said He looked at Shane and recognized him from the plant floor. They'd never spoke beyond basic niceties as they passed each other. "Have a seat Shane. I'll be right with you." Tom continued reading and making changes to the document in front of him for a minute before he clicked 'save' and turned to Shane.

"Sorry about that." Tom said, smiling. "I expected to be done before you got here. I needed to finish before I forgot what I was doing." He stood slightly and leaned over his desk, offering his hand to shake. While Shane took it and they shook, Tom was explaining, "This'll probably come across as odd but," Tom made a shrugging motion with his shoulders and hands. "here goes. Your wife is very important to me. She helps me out a lot and I couldn't do my job as good as I do if she didn't support me the way she has. Unfortunately I've been a dick. I haven't been properly appreciative so I'd like to correct that."

Shane had a very confused look on his face but he just sat there, listening.

"I hope you don't mind but I've taken the liberty of telling your boss I had a small problem and I needed your help with something for the day, to help Carla. What I'd like you to help her to do is relax, so to that end I've made reservations at The Country Club steakhouse, and La Boheme. Whichever one you don't want to eat at, just call and cancel. Whichever one you do, call and confirm the time. Now, my treat, go and take your wife out to a nice dinner. I've also arranged for a cab with United Taxi to convey you to dinner and back. Again, just call and tell them what time."

Shane looked at him, flabbergasted. "I... I... "

Tom laughed, "You're welcome, Shane. Now go and take your wife home and I'll leave it up to you when to tell her I'm giving her a five percent raise."

"Mister Jenkins, I... I mean..."

"Tom, Please. And go, Shane. Before someone else reserves the best table."

Shane stood then, followed by Tom. They shook hands silently and Shane walked out, closing the door behind him. Tom smiled when he heard Carla's exclamation outside then after a few minutes of muffled conversation there was silence. Tom smiled as he went back to work, feeling good about the whole thing. He had to rush to get his work done since he'd taken the time to sit with Carla and Shane. He kept getting flashes of his wife, her face contorted in that most beautiful of agonies, her breath struggling, her eyes wild. He wasn't sure if Evan was going to stop back at the house or if Tracy was going to skip work that afternoon to meet with him. He wouldn't be surprised if they had another tryst and he was excited by the prospect, even though he was also a little jealous. He struggled to finish in a timely fashion and hurried out of the office. By the time he got home he was anxious again. Anxious that maybe Tracy was doing this with him just so she could have a chance to fuck other guys.

It was with visible relief that Tom saw only Tracy's car in the drive. He was afraid that Evan had to put off his flight and had been invited to stay. He sat in his car for a few minutes gathering his thoughts. He knew he was being irrational, on one hand delighting in the slut that his wife was apparently capable of being but on the other hand dreading it and what it meant for him. For them. He briefly thought that he should have picked up some flowers before coming home but he realized it was too late. He'd seen the curtains move and he knew Tracy had seen him. Forcing himself to calm down he got out of the car and went inside.

Tracy met him at the door, wearing an Emerald green lingerie set. Low cut, lacy bra, bikini panties, garters and stockings. She stood in the foyer with one arm up against the wall and the other hip cocked out. When she judged he'd had a good enough look she dropped her arm and sauntered up to him, pleased that he was speechless.

"Hi sailor." She smiled at him, the evident warmth belaying the coarseness of her words. "You looking for a good time?" She reached up and started pulling his tie loose, then the top button of his shirt. She could see Tom's eyes searching behind her. "My last customer's already gone. And the Madam is watching the little ones."

Tom struggled to catch up with her but he quickly fell in with what she was saying. He almost ruined it when he belted out a roar of laughter. Tracy's eyes narrowed and she hesitated slightly and Tom explained, "Sorry, lady. The thought of my mother being a Madam is a little shocking."

Tracy laughed at that then resumed her seduction. "Well, she's good at what she does, whatever she happens to be doing." She pulled the tie off and worked on his shirt buttons. When Tom reached for her she demurred. "No, sir. A paying customer shouldn't have to do a thing. Let me." When his shirt was unbuttoned and pulled out she leaned in and kissed his neck. She traced a meandering finger down his chest and belly until she got to his pants. Her lips followed the trail set ablaze by her finger as she undid his pants. With his belt undone and pants unzipped she reached in and found his cock as hard as she'd ever felt it.

"I see Mister Big Shot likes the attention." She looked up at him and pushed his pants and underwear down. Her lips continued down his belly until she dropped to her knees. Grasping his shaft she slowly stroked it with one hand while her other massaged up and down his thigh, feeling his muscles twitch beneath her delicate fingers. She buried her nose in his hair, reveling in the musky smell, slightly sweaty and very manly. She groaned as she lifted his balls and licked underneath, drawing her tongue from the fine tangled hair below his balls, up across the slack skin of his scrotum, then between his balls. She slowly sucked each ball into her mouth, lovingly and gently drawing on them. Her hand was still slowly jacking his rod and she could feel his precum joining her hand to lubricate his shaft. She gave little butterfly kisses up his shaft as her hand moved down to fondle his balls. She softly rolled them around in her fingers and as her lips reached the head of his cock she moved her hand down and dragged a nail softly across his perineum.

Tom groaned as his wife played with his genitals. Her hands seemed to be everywhere, from his ass crack, to his balls, and everywhere in between. She'd been kissing his cock but when she took the tip in her mouth and sucked with her tongue massaging his spongy head he gasped sharply and put his hands on her shoulders for support. His hands drifted up and pushed her hair back behind her ears. The vision of her lips surrounding his dick sent paroxysms of pleasure through him and he put his hands on Tracy's head and pulled her head back and forth on his dick. He heard her moans and whimpers as she swallowed his meat and he figured out that she liked him taking control. He stopped moving her head, just holding her still he started pumping back and forth.

Tracy pulled her mouth off him and looked up, that animal lust in her eyes again. "That's it baby." Tracy's voice was throaty with her desire. "Fuck my mouth. Fuck your whore." She took his cock back in her mouth again and waited. Tom put his head back and held on tight and began fucking her face in earnest. Tracy was going wild. Her hands moved to her own body, one going back and forth between her nipples, twisting and pinching, while the other dropped to her pussy and she inserted a long elegant finger inside. After the slow entry she began fucking herself in time with her husband's thrusts. She could feel his cock swell and knew he was getting close. His steady powerful thrusts were becoming erratic and Tracy rushed to try to time her orgasm with his. Within seconds he stopped and let out a guttural moan, his hips flexing sending millions of sperm swarming into his wife's mouth. Tracy could barely breath as it was and the flood of semen forestalled any quick respite. Despite that, her own climax could not be denied, her mind ablaze at the thoughts swarming through her head, of being a whore, being Tom's whore, and she swallowed his load. After the first few spurts were gone she pulled her head back, took a deep breath, and released the cries she'd been holding in as Tom's cock dribbled it's last few drops onto her face.

Tom released Tracy's head as she pulled back and staggered back against the door jamb. Dumbly, he watched her kneeling on the floor as her climax continued to rage. Her head was down and she was shuddering and crying out. Tom glanced around in a daze and realized the door was still open. He saw cars driving by, Mrs. Rankovic across the street was tending to her gardens, he could faintly hear the neighbours next door talking in their driveway. He knew Mrs. Rankovic couldn't hear but he wondered if the Carlisle's, next door, could hear Tracy and decipher the sounds she was making. It thrilled him to think that they might. Tracy dropped her hands to the floor and leaned forward to catch her bearings. Tom gazed lovingly over her smooth back, from the wideness of her upper back, along the muscles and the groove of her spine to her narrow waist and the two dimples above her buttocks. The only break from top to bottom was the complimentary shapes and colors of her lingerie. He reached a trembling finger forward to touch her glowing skin but she jerked back at his contact.




Grounds For Divorce Ch. 02



"Just a second, sir, until I catch my breath. For some reason I always seem to cum harder with you." She started to get up on shaky legs. "If you want to go on up to the room," she pointed towards the hall leading to their bedroom," I'll be right in." 

Tom grinned at her game. He stepped out of his trousers and underwear and walked away leaving the front door still open. He saw Tracy stand in front of the door to close it, anyone standing outside would have a clear view of her loveliness. He was unsure how to continue so he went into the bedroom and finished disrobing. He stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure how johns behaved when waiting for their whore. Finally he reclined on the bed, head on the pillow and his hands behind his head. After a few minutes Tracy walked in.

"I'm sorry, but before we start any more I'm going to have to ask you for the money up front. It's the madam's new rules."

Tom was perplexed for a minute, not sure how to proceed. When Tracy just stood there running her hands over her luscious curves, enticingly, Tom got the idea. He went back to the front hall where he'd put his wallet and gathered all the cash he had, seventy one dollars. When he put it in Tracy's hand his own hand was shaking. Tracy counted the money and looked at him dubiously.

"Tom, you know that's not enough. It's two fifty for the hour for the full girlfriend experience."

Tom stammered. "Umm, I'm good for it. Can I bring you the rest later? I had enough but I spent some and I forgot."

Tracy winked at him. "What happened? Buying useless trinkets for that goody two-shoes wife of yours again? You know she'll never do you like I will. I'll trust you to bring enough next time." Tracy strutted over to him and reached out to grab his cock, stroking it softly. "You do have a lovely cock and it fits me so right. Not like the guy I had earlier. It was too big. I couldn't stop cumming and it was hard to concentrate." Tracy moved slowly behind Tom, never taking her fingers off his dick. She kissed his shoulder and caressed his butt with her other hand. "I mean, I really couldn't stop coming all over that beautiful thing but it left me sore." She could feel his cock pulsing under her light touch, in time with her words. "The nice thing about your tiny one is it fits so nicely into my ass." She wrapped her fingers around his dick, his leaking precum providing lubrication as she gripped him firmly and slowly stroked. "My ass is yours alone, Tommy boy." She stroked faster. "You wanna fuck my ass?"

Tom spun around and tried to grab her. To hell with the game, he wanted to fuck.

Tracy danced away easily, laughter trailing behind her. She quickly kneeled on the bed and walked to the center before lying down on her back. Her knees dropped open wide and Tom could see her inflamed pussy, tight against the satin panties. She pulled the gusset aside and he could see she had freshly shaved and he was surprised to see there appeared to be some residue, perhaps dried cum, on her thighs and ass. She reached down and pulled her pussy lips wide apart. There was some white fluid inside and Tom knew she was telling the truth, at least about fucking. Evan must have come back in the early afternoon for a final tryst. Just like Tom was afraid and hoped he would. Tom followed Tracy and positioned himself between her knees but when he went to lower his throbbing wand to her slit she put a stockinged foot on his chest. She moved her toes back and forth between his nipples, tweaking them.

"You know the drill, Mister." Tracy's voice was deep, husky with her need. "If you want your discount on the Girlfriend Experience, you have to pay the premium. Lick my cunt, like a good boy." She grinned and tweaked her nipples. "Oh, I forgot to clean up after the last guy. You don't mind, do ya?"

Tom shook his head no, mesmerized by the extent Tracy was taking this to. He shuffled back a bit and dropped his torso onto the bed. With his face now only inches away he could see the traces of cum inside her. He could smell it, that musky smell of another man along with the scent of Tracy's arousal. As he watched she dipped a finger inside herself and pulled it out, covered in her own juices and traces of semen. She held her finger out to his mouth and he took it in, sucking on it like a little cock. Tom leaned in further, determined to get that tart nectar direct from the source. Tracy's panties were in the way though, they kept wanting to snap back over her hole. Her hands had gone to his head and grabbed on when he started licking but he pulled himself free and reached up. He grabbed both sides of her panties and pulled outward. Tracy cried out from the pain of her delicates digging in to her skin but she didn't complain. Tom could see the discomfort on her face but he didn't care. She was his whore. Finally one leg of the panties tore open and he twisted them back around her other leg.

Tom dove back down, mad with lust, and mashed his face into Tracy's pussy. There was no finesse, no attempt to please her as he wiped his face all over her leaking slit, covering himself in her sin. After a few moments of this frenzy Tom settled down and went to work. Whore or not, this was his wife and he wanted to please her, something he hadn't been that concerned about before. He dragged his tongue all over her, catching every drop he could of her emissions and that of her lover. He slathered his tongue up and down the grooves between her inner and outer labia. He tugged on her lips with his teeth and occasionally nipped lightly at her clit. He kept going back and forth between her inner and outer lips and her clit, teasing, sucking, licking, tracing the contours with his tongue. Every couple of cycles he would dip down and lick her perineum, savouring the difference in texture.

Previously Tom's sex life had been all about his dick. He'd paid perfunctory attention to Tracy's succulent breasts, a few licks of her nipples before he moved on, if she was lucky. He fingered her just enough to get the juices flowing. Fortunately for him Tracy loved him and he did know how to use his ample penis. Once she was wet he'd stick it in and they'd fuck, missionary style. Sometimes he'd simply lay between her thighs and plow in and out. He had good control and he knew enough to vary his depth and speed to bring Tracy pleasure and he usually brought her to an orgasm or two before he lost his control.

Now though, Tom couldn't get enough of Tracy. Her smells, sweat, perfume, and her own unique blend of pheromones were now commodities to him. Something for him to cherish, search out and absorb. Now when he encountered smells on her they were a source of pleasure and arousal for him. His mouth got a faint taste of piss when he first went down on her, a few missed drops from her last trip to the bathroom. He loved it. The decadent naughtiness of tasting all her flavours. Now, with his mouth and tongue skating the previously forbidden territory he caught a hint of bitterness, a nasty little flavour that sent a shiver down his spine. No one can ever get perfectly clean unless they have a shower, or at least a bidet, and Tom was encountering that now. He was nervous but he pushed her legs back towards her head and bared both her holes. Thankfully she looked clean so he persevered, timidly applying his tongue to her crinkled hole. He heard her gasp, either from pleasure or shock he wasn't sure.

Tom moved his hands down her thighs, feeling the straining muscles of her hamstrings, and when he reached her buttocks he held her cheeks as far apart as he could. He could see her rectum parting slightly as he did and, gathering his strength, he dove down and speared her with his tongue. This time Tracy let out a wail and thrust her bottom hard at his face. Her hands had been busy at her breasts up to this point but now she grasped her knees and held her legs back to give Tom more access.

Tom forced his tongue as deep as it would go then pulled back and ran it around the rim. He did that several times in a row before he laved the whole area with his tongue. He pushed his right middle finger inside her pussy and curled it as it moved while he licked her asshole listening for her responses. He was rewarded with even more enthusiastic moans. He could tell the way she gasped and shuddered that she was very excited and he slipped another finger into her pussy. Now two curled finger tips were strumming back and forth over her G-spot while his lips and tongue continued their assault on her anus. Each gasp from Tracy was now accompanied by a plaintive cry and Tom accelerated his rhythm.

"Oh God!" Tracy wailed. "Oh God, oh God, oh God!" She was hunching at him, on the precipice, trying to get his digits buried in her as deep as she could get them. She was swept over the edge when he applied his thumb to her clit. Conscious thought disappeared in a wave of ecstasy and a high keening wail replaced the words issuing from her mouth. Tom slowed down his manual ministrations but kept the pressure on as he kept her climax going. Every time she seemed to be slowing down he changed his rhythm or the pressure or the angle of his fingers and Tracy's orgasm found new life. It was close to two minutes before she finally began to falter. Her voice had long since died out and her paroxysms of pleasure were winding down.

Tracy lay on the bed, temporarily incapacitated. Tom rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled up on her hips.

"Nooooo." Moaned Tracy. "I'm too tired. Let me rest."

Tom leaned over and licked at her asshole again, making sure it was still wet. He pulled up onto his knees and positioned his cock at her velvet lips, still sodden with her release. "Since I'm paying for my little whore, I don't want to waste any time." He drove his cock deep inside her, eliciting a squeal of delighted shock. He was relentless, pounding hard right off the top for a few minutes. Tracy was rapidly recovering, panting and groaning.

"Oh! God! Oh, Tommy! Oh, fuck me baby." She started pushing her ass back towards Tom but he suddenly stopped her. Holding her hips he pulled out of her pussy and moved his cock to her rear passage. He swabbed the area with his dick then pushed it back into her pussy for a few more thrusts. Back out to swab her anus, he repeated this process a few times before he pushed forward. He kept a constant and steady pressure and his cock pushed inward on her puckered opening. At first the whole area yielded to the pressure until finally her hole opened up and the head of his cock popped through her sphincter. Tracy let out a squeal when it popped through and Tom just held it there for a minute so she could get used to the size. The pause also gave him a moment to calm down.

"Mmm, does that feel good Tommy?" Tracy asked him, her voice low and sultry. "Does your cock like my asshole?" Tom just groaned in response. "I bet you can't wait to fuck your little whore. You're my favourite customer so my ass is just for you."

Tom was having a hard time restraining himself. Tracy had never talked like this before, it seemed each day she was revealing more and more outrageous behaviour. Tom was hard put to keep up, yet he was going along willingly. "You like that, you little whore?" he hissed. He inched his cock in a little further and Tracy looked back at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were hooded with desire, a look he was getting used to seeing. Tom started sawing back and forth, each time his dick going in another quarter inch. Tracy kept looking at him but he could tell her concentration was slipping, her face screwing up like she was about to cry. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her eyes screwed shut and she finally dropped her head to the mattress. She was pushing her bottom back at him and each forward thrust of his drew a small squeal from her. When Tom was finally bottomed out he stayed there for a minute. He reached under Tracy and played with her nipples while he again struggled to maintain his composure.

After a few minutes Tom started moving again. "Is that what you want, slut?" He sped up the tempo a bit. "You want a hard cock pounding your ass?" He finished that sentence with a slap on her ass.

"Oh! Oh, fuck!" squealed Tracy. She'd been fucked in the ass before, once the day before by Tom, but this was a whole new ballgame. Just being in character like this had her blazing. Plus the fact that it was her Tom she was doing it with, his cock sliding into her forbidden hole, had her in a frenzy. "Oh, God! Tom, it feels so... so fucking good." Tracy's last words came out as a sob as her orgasm began.

Tom buried his cock in her ass and just moved it back and forth about an inch, just enough to keep her going. He looked down and the sight of her bum pressed up against his groin was almost enough to send him over the edge too. Gritting his teeth he hung on and, after a minute when her orgasm began to wane, he reached under her and found her sloppy slit. He frigged his fingers across her swollen lips, exhilarated at the squelching sound it created. Tracy squealed again and when he plunged his fingers into her still clenching pussy he sent her on another roller coaster of ecstasy. As he finger fucked her he reached his other hand around and started slapping her clit. Just little taps that sent more shocks through her system. As that orgasm died down he started flicking his fingers rapidly back and forth across her clit and she cried out as another wave crashed over her. She was so wrung out she fell forward onto the bed. Tom didn't stop, his whole weight resting on her back and hips, until her shudders began easing.

Tom eased his hands out from under Tracy and rolled onto his side, pulling Tracy with him. She curled up into the fetal position and Tom spooned up behind her. She moaned when his hand cupped her breast but he didn't push it and the both lay there gasping. Soon both of them started to doze off when Tom heard Tracy mumble something.

"What was that, dear?"

"We can't fall asleep." Tracy got out, her voice weak and tremulous. "If you wanna cum in me you better hurry. I've got another customer in fifteen minutes."

Tom struggled for a minute, not comprehending, before it came to him again and he pushed himself up. "Okay, slut. I guess I should get my money's worth." He pulled Tracy over onto her back and used the blanket to wipe his cock off. With no further ado he slammed it into her pussy. This time it was all for him and he fucked her furiously. Sweat began dripping off his forehead onto Tracy's face and chest and she was quickly getting back into it, not caring one bit about his sweat.

"C'mon, tiger." Tracy gasped out. "Fuck my cunt. Make it yours."

Tom pulled out, rolled her over onto her knees, and pulled her ample hips up to meet him. He plunged deep into her pussy and resumed his frantic pace. He looked down at Tracy as he pounded away at her. Her shoulders were on the bed with her head facing the mirror on the closet door. Her fists were beside her at shoulder level, clenching and twisting and releasing the sheets. Her mouth was open, breathing hard, but her eyes were pinched shut and she was letting out little grunts every time Tom thrust in. He gripped her hips tight, his fingers splayed wide and leaving her skin white. He could see her eyebrows knitting in concentration and suddenly she squealed and slammed back at Tom as another orgasm overwhelmed her. Her cries rang out so loud the neighbor's dog perked his ears up, although they were unaware of that. Tom could feel her pussy rhythmically gripping his cock and he had to fight a heroic battle not to fill her right there. He stopped moving while her orgasm coursed through her so when her grip loosened on his cock he began slowly moving again. He could see her face in the mirror, her eyes still shut and her forehead wrinkled as if in pain. Sweat was pouring off her forehead and she licked her lips and tried to speak but nothing came out at first, but a croak.

Finally she spoke again, "Five minutes." she moaned.

Tom groaned in response and pulled out of her again. He flipped her back on her back, her body flopping around like a rag doll. He put her legs up so her knees were at her shoulders and he lowered himself over her, then buried his dick in her again. He took a few tentative strokes to adjust his position then started slamming into her again.

Tracy's eyes popped open, her face contorted in rage. "That's it, you bastard. Fuck your little slut like you mean it. Pretend you love me." She was thrusting her hips back up to meet his.

Tom faltered for a minute. He wondered what the fuck she was talking about. Hadn't his actions over the last few days shown her how much he loved her. Hell, he didn't kick her out when he found out she was cheating. What more did she want? He didn't know but he was sure as hell going to show her, this way. He redoubled his efforts, pounding his rod into her pussy, almost punishing her. She groaned loudly, her breath catching every time she inhaled.

"Is that what you want, my little slut? You want your pussy filled with cock?"

"God, yes!" screeched Tracy as the tremors of a small orgasm washed over her.

Tom had an inspiration. "Who would even think what a little slut you are?" Tracy moaned at his words. "Such a good little housewife, craving cock in your sloppy cunt. Before this weekend I wouldn't have guessed you even knew that word. I never would have guessed you were peddling this hot ass all over the province."

"Oh, God! Fuck my cunt!"

"How many other men have you said that too? How many more are you going to?"

Tracy looked up at him, her eyes dim with delayed comprehension. "No... no one, baby. No one elese. Just you and, and... Evan."

"Did you like fucking Evan?"

"Yessss."

"Did you like fucking another man behind my back?"

Tracy shook her head no but her increasing moans and gyrations told him otherwise.

"Did you like fucking my best friend in front of me?" Tom roared.

Tracy closed her eyes and whimpered, biting her lip as she nodded her head.

"I'll tell you a secret, you little slut." Tom waited for Tracy to look at him. "I loved watching your pussy get fucked. I loved watching you scream on his cock. I loved watching him fill your cunt with cum. Oh God!" Tom had talked himself over the edge. "I'm gonna... gonna cum... aaarrrgh!!!" He held himself rigid as his semen poured into his wife, his face raised to the heavens. He was feeling shame that the thought of his wife getting fucked by someone else sent him over the edge, yet this was, again, one of the most powerful orgasms he'd ever had. As were all of the ones he'd had this weekend. His penis almost burned from the release and his hips were burning from his efforts. Surprisingly his erection merely softened a bit so as soon as the sensitivity receded he began stroking again, slowly. The smell of his semen mixed with Tracy's pungent fragrance filled his nostrils and he could hear the mixed juices splashing between their thighs as they fucked. Tom began his monologue again.

"Fuck, your cunt is so good at milking my cum out. I bet you could get anybody to fuck you. Would you like that? Just walking up and fucking someone like, say, Deacon Hildebrand."

Tracy's head had been slowly tossing side to side as Tom's voice filled her mind with random images but she stopped and stared into her husband's face as he looked down at her. He knew! He wasn't just throwing that name out earlier. Beneath the sweat and the grimace of his exertion she could see the traces of a grin and her eyes slammed shut as another wave of pleasure washed through her. He knew, and it was okay! This time her thoughts weren't on all the men, and all the cocks she might want, but on her husband and the love she felt for him now. Tom was slowly moving his rod in and out, dragging out the sensations, and Tracy liked that even more than the pounding. She kept her eyes locked on his as they made love and she felt her passion rising again.




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