27 comments/  244075 views/  65 favorites

Wife's Wedding

By: jcace



My wife Lynn has been seeing her current lover Elliot for slightly over seven months now. If you have read my previous stories, you will remember him as the young stud that she had met and was seduced by in a nightclub one night. They continued to meet and what was once a casual fling has now became a full-blown affair that isn't slowing down.

My cuckolding is now a permanent lifestyle and it just seems to be getting worse. At first it was just her girlfriends from work who knew the situation as they watched her seduction that night at the club but now, thanks to their open relationship, everyone knows that they are lovers.

My fate was sealed when Elliot fucked my sexy wife in front of everybody that night. All the way home, she kept her dainty wedding ringed hand wedged tightly against her full vagina trying to keep his warm sperm trapped inside her body so that I would get to suck all of it out of her. 

She taunted me for doing nothing, as she was seduced. For willingly allowing him to take my wife and for saying nothing as he forced her skimpy panties into my mouth. You will get what you deserve when we get home she said sternly as she squeezed her thighs tightly together. You are going to eat my spermy pussy until I'm squeaky clean you cuckold wimp, she finished. 

The taunting continued at home as she straddled my head, lifted her short black mini-dress and lowered her gooey sex onto my mouth. She said naughty things as Elliot's warm syrup drained into my open mouth. 

"Get it all out hubby," she teased. "Try hard because he fucked his 19-year-old sperm really deep into your wife's belly," she continued.

I sucked and licked at her oozing sex trying to extract the enormous amount of cum from her belly. Several times I was almost choked as she contracted her vaginal muscles pushing him out of her in large gooey globs. One thing for sure, he really loaded her full.

Once my wife was clean, she allowed me to add my meager offering of cum inside her unfaithful cunt. I came quickly and powerfully even though she just lay passively under my thrusts. She never even opened her eyes as I attempted to kiss her, just turned her beautiful face presenting her cheek for my symbol of passionate affection to be placed upon. 

She was a changed woman now. Another man or should I say boy has taken my bride. He gave her the pleasure that I have never been able too. She needs him now to make love to her not her doting cuckold husband. I knew that was what she was thinking as she quickly grasp my still jerking penis with her fingertips pulling me from her adulteress vagina forcing me to finish my orgasm on the bed sheets.

I followed my seduced wife to the potty and watched as she douched "my fluid" out of her pussy. I kept picturing my wife in the car as she held her hand tightly to her cummed pussy that was full of a young stud named Elliot. Now she was eager to wash away the pitiful little mess that me, her own husband, had lovingly started to squirt into her married vagina. The liquid in the bottle washed away any evidence that I, her husband, was ever inside her body that night.

It was during pillow talk later that night when she informed me that she was going to the club again soon to seek out young Elliot. 

"Elliot did something to me Jamie, something that I haven't felt for years. Imagine sweetie, a young man satisfied you're wife and made you watch it happen. I have never cum like he made me cum. Not by any man let alone you."

I lay quietly listening to my wife speak about her desires and needs. Even though her remarks stung I was becoming excited at the humiliation that she was instilling on me. I was at risk of losing my wife to this young boy and strangely enough it was making my little penis fill with blood. Lynn had that certain look now, the same look that I saw when we first met. Whether it's love or lust or just something else, my wife now belonged to Elliot. I was too wimpy to ask her what option it was but now, seven months later, I received the answer.

They were a couple now. Of course were still married to each other but everyone knew that I was no longer her husband at least in the traditional sense. Elliot was her man now and I was reduced to being her pussy licking provider. 

She still allowed me some husbandly rites between her sexy legs but it was, at the demand of Elliot, that I wear condoms. They had discussed it one night after making love. Lynn kind of took up for me saying that I was still her husband and that she still loved me so I should at least be allowed some affection. Elliot didn't want anyone else to have sex with her even her own husband but he changed his mind when she told him that she would make me wear protection. "That way Jamie will not actually be touching me when were having sex and all I'll feel is a condom stabbing uselessly into my pussy." They laughed happily as they came to a compromise on how to permit me some attention from his girlfriend.

I remember the night well when she informed me that I could have sex with her. For the first four months of their dating I was only allowed to suck at her married but unfaithful vagina and now I was finally going to get some real sex not just pleasure from my own hand. I was astounded when after making her cum from oral pleasure; I positioned myself between her spread thighs to penetrate her womanhood only to be held at bay. I mentally questioned her abrupt stoppage of my attempt and she giggled at the confused look on my face.

She then humorously informed me of the stipulation that she and Elliot set that I now wear condoms to have sex with my wife. I pouted for a few minutes but in the end I conceded to their decision. It was the first time in four months that I felt her dainty wedding ringed fingers touch my little penis even though it was only to cover me in a latex sheath. I almost came when that was taking place because I was so neglected and denied intercourse for such a long duration.

My wife teased me unmercifully as I pushed unobstructed into her made to fit Elliot's cock now pussy. She asked me if I was in yet and giggled at my groans of humiliation. It was only a matter of time before I would be finished but she made the best of it by saying humiliating things.

"I can't feel anything honey. Is my pussy ruined for you? Do you think about Elliot and I making love when you masturbate? Elliot gets to make love to me with his bare cock, did you know that? He fucks me better than you do honey; he's a real man, a stud. He's you're sexy blond wife's stud, do you realize that honey? I get more pleasure from my teenage lover than you, you know. Elliot's my real husband now, your nothing but a teeny tiny cuckold. What do you think about that?

I moaned loudly as she taunted me to orgasm. Even though she wasn't moving I still felt pleasure through my sheath. She asked me to, well it was more like told me to, let her know when I was going to "squirt" my little ejaculate. 

Even though I thought it was a strange request and all because I was encased in rubber I told her I was getting ready. She again berated me for only lasting for maybe three minutes and as I stiffened for my orgasm she reached between us and just as it happened four months ago, grasped my little penis and forcefully removed me from her body. I quickly took my condom-covered penis in hand and stroked it quickly. She laughed and I moaned as I filled the empty space at the end of the condom with dribbles of my seed. She smirked as she watched me wince and shiver in ecstasy.

After recovering from the best orgasm in months, I wimpishly inquired as to why she wouldn't let me orgasm inside her. Was it another demand from her lover or something?

"No, it's not Elliot's idea. It's mine. Only Elliot is going to be able to achieve orgasm from my sex. I decided that you will never get to cum from feeling my cunt and just maybe it won't feel like I'm cheating on Elliot this way," she teased.

Sex with my wife went on in this manner for the next three months, even though it happened on only two more occasions. I pretty much resigned myself to masturbation but what else is there for a cuckold husband to do. My wife was seeing Elliot on a daily basis now and even family members knew the situation. Hell she took him to dinner at her moms house all the time and stuff like that and on top of that they attended a wedding of her girlfriends who just happened to be marrying a good friend of mine. It wasn't long before everyone started whispering about their relationship.

Now it is a little over seven months into their relationship and I guess it was the wedding that they attended that gave my promiscuous little wife the Idea. Elliot's 20th birthday was approaching and she told me that she was going to give him a special gift and she wanted my help. I was shocked at what she had in mind but it also turned me on fiercely and I couldn't help but be thrilled when she told me that she wanted to pretend to get married to Elliot and go on a honeymoon.

She apparently had it all set up and wanted me there to watch them make love on their "honeymoon." The only time I saw her fuck him was at the club that night so I was eager to see them together. To hear them whisper to each other as they coupled. And lastly, maybe get to eat her freshly fucked pussy once again.

Two weeks later, after I paid for plane tickets, hotel reservations and such, we arrived in Hawaii. At the hotel, Lynn went to the bridal suite and I went with Elliot to my single room. Lynn was staying alone and Elliot was staying in my room for the two days before the ceremony would take place. I had to sleep on the floor of course because Elliot took the only bed at least until he "marries" my wife.

We ate together and then they would go out to clubs and beaches and stuff parading around like they really were getting hitched. She informed me that I would be "giving her away" at the wedding and also be the best man or second best man as she put it. All the hotel staff treated them as a soon to be couple and I guess they really were actually. I enjoyed playing my part and even masturbated on the beach at night as they locked me out of my room so they could make love.

The wedding day arrived and I entered into the small banquet room at the hotel dressed in my tuxedo and was shocked to she several of their close friends had come all the way to Hawaii to see this fake ceremony? A guy dressed as a priest was standing at an altar and I sheepishly approached. Walking by their friends I felt humiliated as they whispered and giggled in my direction.

Elliot soon joined me and wedding music came from the piano in the corner. All eyes turned to watch as my wife entered. She was dressed in the shortest, tightest and sexiest white wedding dress that I had ever seen. Her high white ankle strapped heels clicked on the tiles as she walked. Her legs were encased in what looked like real white silk stockings because you could see the slight wrinkles at her ankles and knees. Further up, her luscious legs disappeared under the short hem of the strapless white bridal gown. The darker shade of her stocking tops came slightly into view as she sashayed down the aisle. Her white lace gloved hands held the rose bouquet tightly to her bodice and her beautiful face disappeared under the transparent veil.

Taking Elliot's hand the ceremony began. My knees were weak and my pee-pee was ridged as they exchanged their vows. When time came for the rings, another guy stepped up and presented the bride and groom with the golden symbols. I watched with anxiety and excitement as my wife presented her hand to Elliot. Elliot made sure that I was watching as he slowly removed the wedding ring that I gave to my wife 8 years earlier. He held it in his open hand so everyone could see the ring I had given her. Elliot then used his other hand to place his ring on her previously adorned finger and then she did the same to him. 

Once the rings were in their proper place the priest announced that he may kiss his bride. She raised her veil and her beauty was exposed. She had a sexy white lace choker around her neck and long dangling diamond earrings hung from her precious earlobes. As their lips became one, Elliot extended his hand to the small crowd and once again opened his clenched palm to expose our wedding ring and as their tongues combined my wife slowly cupped Elliot's open hand with her lace gloved hand. It appeared as if she was holding his hand as it supported our ring. The continued to kiss feverishly and I watched as she started to turn his hand over. At 3/4 turn, the ring that I had given to my wife at our wedding fell to the ground with an audible tingling sound.

Cheers came from the crowd and the newly weds separated their passionate kiss and smiled lovingly at each other. Elliot led my wife from the altar and she never looked down as she stepped on my ring with her 5" white heels. I looked at the ring for a second then watched her seamed stocking clad legs carry her luscious tight ass out into the lobby. I followed a short time later and at the elevator Lynn told me to go and find the discarded ring the join them in the bridal suite.

I quickly found the slightly scuffed ring and put it in my coat pocket. I hurried to the elevators and caught the first one available. Arriving at their bridal suite I knocked timidly at the door. My beautiful wife opened the door and nodded for me to come in. She rejoined her make believe husband and once again I was treated to seeing them kiss passionately. They stopped and Lynn turned to me. 

She smirked as she lowered the zipper of Elliot's tuxedo with her lace-gloved hand and then reached inside and extracted his large cock. Only half erect and it still dwarfed my little penis. She went down on her silk stockinged knees pulled back her transparent veil and took his hardening cock into her red lipped mouth. The white lace choker bulged as more of his cock penetrated her throat and her lace gloved and newly ringed hand stroked the remaining exposed shaft. Elliot held my wife's head still and started fucking her throat.

A few minutes later she pulled his large cock from deep in her neck and stood up. She told me to undress her as Elliot did the same. My hands shook as I lowered the zipper of her white lace and satin bridal gown. Slowly her white lace bustier was exposed and her eraser sized hard nipples popped out of the lower than normal cups of her ensemble. She stepped free of her dress and stood still allowing me to gaze at the virginal lingerie that adorned her flawless body. My eyes as well as my penis gazed from her veiled head down her bustier, to her garter straps, to her silk stockings and her strappy high heels. She cocked her hips and placed her laced-gloved hands to her side and smirked. I was flabbergasted. 

"I have a gift for my new husband, she stated. I also have a gift for you hubby. Go and get the tiny lace baggy from the dresser and hand it to me."

I retrieved the requested lace bag and delivered it into my precious little wife's dainty lace gloved hand. She opened the bag and dumped the contents onto the floor at her sexy white high-heeled feet. Two blue cases lay on the floor and one of them was partially open.

"Do you know what those are honey? Those are my birth control pills. They are what have been keeping me from having babies, more especially your babies.

I decided long ago that I didn't want you're babies. As you can see hubby, none of these pills are used. Why? Because I haven't taken any for two months that's why. My womb is ready to accept my lovers' potent sperm not your useless stuff. For Elliot's gift, I'm going to let him put a baby inside my married little belly. What do you think about that wimp? My young love is going to knock me up and on top of that, it's my wedding day. I'm all dressed up as "his" sexy little bride and you are going to watch as young Elliot impregnates your hot little wife's tummy.

I stood with my mouth gaping open. She smiled viciously at me and was rubbing her tight little tummy through her white lace bustier. I watched her hand drop to the edge of her tight little white lace panties then continue down as she snaked a red tipped finger under the lacy material. Her lips pursed as her finger followed the slight strip of blonde pubic hair down disappearing under the darker cloth of her panty crotch. She fingered her unprotected pussy for a few seconds then slowly removed hand.

She shoved her moistened fingers into my mouth and demanded that I taste her un-pregnant pussy juice for the last time. I did as told and sucked the honey drops from her finger. She pushed her fingers in and out pretending to fuck my mouth and whispered naughty things to my ear as she did so.

"Elliot's my husband now. He's going to breed your wife tonight. All you can do is suck my fingers and watch as a real husband takes his wife. You really are such a little wimp. I wish that I really were married to him instead of you, you know. Oh! By the way I really am in love with Elliot too. He's a real man and a stud. You're nothing.

Look at your little pee-pee, it's all hard and I barely can see it. Are you going to masturbate your little penis as my lover fills my tummy with seed?"

I nodded my head and moaned as she withdrew her fingers from my sucking mouth. She laughed wickedly as Elliot embraced her from behind and started kissing her sexy neck just below her white lace choker. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back to accept his caresses. He wrapped his arms around her bustier confined torso and began pulling at her erect nipples. One of her lace-gloved hands was up and back caressing his hair as he sucked her neck and her other was behind her stroking his baby-making weapon.

In her high heels, she was tall enough to push her panty-adorned butt right against Elliot's cock. A soft tormenting moan emitted from her open mouth as she straddled his jutting member and I saw the reason why as his large cock-head appeared from between her slightly parted garter-strapped thighs. My wife motioned for me and my cuckold instincts told me what she wanted done.

Dropping to my knees in front of the newly wed couple, I nervously reached for her new husbands' hard cock. Like a good cuck, I grasp Elliot's appendage with one hand and pulled her white lace panties aside with the other. This allowed his flesh to touch my wife's flesh and she immediately started to rub back and forth. I removed my hand form his thrusting cock and then pulled her white lacy panty over his large cock's huge oozing head. It was trapped inside her panties as she gyrated atop his flesh and leaning back I could only watch and wish that it were happening to me too.

Elliot's pre-cum was making a large wet spot at the front of her panties as she fucked back and forth. He was still sucking her throat and no doubt was leaving a large hickey on her slender neck for everyone to see. Lynn pulled free from her young love and sat down in a chair. She spread her stocking clad legs and motioned for me, her cuckold, to orally please her newly wedded snatch.

I dove into her pantied crotch with relish and pulled the crotch aside so I could touch the wet soft folds of her sex. My tongue penetrated the gooey love slick folds and sought out her little love bud. She took on high-heeled foot and stabbed it into my back so as not to allow me escape. Every so often she would kick and twist the steel tipped heel into the tender skin and no doubt I was probably leaking blood from the point of contact. I occasionally looked up to watch as her lace choker adorned throat bulged from her lovers' cock.

She quietly mewled as she orgasmed into my mouth. I tasted her love as it slithered into my sucking mouth and tears streamed from my eyes from the pain she extolled to my back with her high heel.


Wife's Wedding Adventure



"Honey hurry up the wedding is in a half hour," Frank Richardson said as he banged on the bathroom door. "I don't know what parking will be like at the church so I want to get there as soon as we can," he continued while glancing at the clock. "I will be out in five minutes honey. Why don't you wait for me downstairs," a voice from the bathroom said. "Alright but don't be too much longer," Frank replied as he left the bedroom and went downstairs.

Lisa Richardson finished brushing her shoulder length blond hair and applied a light coat of lipstick to her lips; she then took a step back to check the finished product. The 27 year old former colligate swimmer had kept her body in shape by getting in 25 laps a day at the local swim club and through her work as a personal trainer. You still have it girl she mused to herself as she looked over her long toned legs, tight hard behind and seductive hips. She was feeling a bit frisky today and decided to wear a black thong cut tightly around her luscious ass, and matching bra which looked overmatched trying to confine her 36 c breasts.

She and frank had met in college and fell deeply in love almost instantly. He was a mediocre basketball player while she was a dominant swimmer until a wild party, that was reported to have happened on one of their overnight trips, hit the college paper. The college fearing a scandal immediately suspended the season and later dropped the program. Heart broken that she lost her Olympic dream she and frank became closer, until eventually he popped the question on graduation day. 

She gladly accepted and 5 years later has no regrets, as franks job as an investment banker has set them up comfortably in a fashionable part of town, the part where every lawn is green and every driveway has a Volvo and a basketball hoop. The wedding they were going to was for one of Frank's former teammates and she new the routine. He would spend the whole night reliving old basketball stories with the boys and she would be forced to sit at the table and listen to all the wives drone on about kids the mortgage and how fabulous their husbands were. Today would be different she told herself and decided to dress like this to get her husbands undivided attention.

She walked over to the closet and got into her dress and took one more look in the mirror. Her red dress clung to her body like a second skin. It was cut low to reveal her ample cleavage while short above the knee to reveal her fabulous legs and contour her perfect heart shaped ass. Satisfied with her look she went downstairs to get Frank. "Wow Annie you look beautiful. You know it drives me crazy when you wear that dress," frank said as he gently squeezed her ass. "Yes I know lover that's the point. Make all those other guys jealous that they can't have me," she replied as she massaged his crotch. Frank was getting aroused but time was of the essence and he softly whispered to her "I'll deal with you later." She grabbed his arm as they walked outside to the car and replied "You bet your ass you will."

The ceremony was held in an old church on the edge of town and drew about 200 people Annie thought as she sat next to her husband. The dress was having its desired effect on Frank and every other male at the wedding as many openly ogled her as she sat in her pew. The service lasted about an hour during witch time the air conditioning unit failed; and as the hot august sun beat down on the roof the temperature inside began to get quite hot. Sweat began to pour from people's foreheads and weeding booklets began to be used as fans. The agony finally ended as the service concluded and people filed out to their cars to go to the reception. The effect of the humid conditions on Annie's dress had been to contour it even closer to her body which drew the ire of many of the females in attendance, and caused many of them to describe her dress as sluttish.

The reception was held at the local country club and when Annie made her entrance the attention that she received from the men was very obvious. Men were going out of their way to introduce themselves to the couple, and old friends that Frank had not seen in 5 years came up and talked like no time had passed. "Look at this honey. They think I'm your slut. Every man here wants to go to bed with me," she whispered to him as they made their way to the table. After the cocktail hour the bride and groom made their entrance and people began to dance. Annie had a few drinks during the cocktail hour and was now feeling very warm and mellow as she danced with Frank on the floor. The songs were up tempo and she began to shake her hips and dance seductively by rubbing up and down against Frank and grinding up against him.

They called for dinner and everyone returned to their respective tables. The dinner lasted a good hour during which time Annie went to the bar 3 more times and by the time the plates were being cleared she was more than a little drunk. A few of her husband's old friends came by and as they began to catch up on old times, Annie found herself out of the conversation. The band struck up again and Annie tried to get her husband to dance with her 3 times, but each time he told her that he would, but in a few minutes. After a few more songs played and Annie looked totally bored a young man came up and said "Would you care to dance Miss." Annie looked up at him and said "You're the groom's brother. Billy?" He smiled and said "No Bobby but you were pretty close."

"Sorry Bobby, but I'm dancing with my husband," she replied amiably. He looked over at her husband and saw he was deeply engaged in an old story that probably happened 20 years ago. "Wow your going to turn me down for a dance at my own brothers wedding. That makes me feel horrible," he said feigning his best hurt look. Annie looked back up at him quickly "Oh I didn't mean to do that Bobby. I'm sorry I just meant that I am a married woman. That's all." He looked back at her and smiled deeply and for a moment she was lost in his eyes, thinking he was so young. "I'm kidding with you, but could I have just one dance please. You can ask your husband and if he says no forget it." Annie laughed and said "Alright kid hold on." 

When she went to ask him if it was alright her husband's response was "Sure honey go have some fun." They walked on to the floor and the first song ended so the waited for the other to begin and it was a slow one. As they danced Annie asked him "So Bobby tell me about yourself." He guided her around the floor and said "I'm 18 and going to be a senior in high school. In school I play basketball, football, and I swim during the spring season." This caught Annie's attention and she asked what events he swam as they continued their dance across the floor. "Oh 50, 100, and 400 freestyle and the 100 butterfly," he replied. Her eyes widened and she got excited "I swam the 400 free and the 100 fly in college. What are your times?" 

"Oh probably not as good as yours were. I'm not very good," he replied. "Oh well your still in high school. You still have time to get stronger and mature," she replied as she squeezed his shoulder and found it to be quite developed. The song ended and a faster song began and Annie walked back towards her table, but Bobby said "You tired already; I thought you said you were a swimmer?" With that she turned back around and started dancing with him and as he swung her around the floor she began to dance more and more seductively. A waiter came by with some drinks and Bobby handed one to her as she continued to move on the floor. She quickly downed it and said "Come on boy. Try and keep up with me." He downed his and got them both another and they downed them just as quickly.

"Hey your not 21," she said as they continued to dance. Then moved up against him and whispered in his ear "Don't worry Bobby. I won't tell," as she playfully squeezed his ass. Bobby's cock immediately jumped as she pinched him and continued to grow as he saw her breasts swaying as she gyrated seductively on the floor. Her dress was now completely soaked with her perspiration but she continued to dance and began to cup her breasts and grind into bobby. After the song ended she was tired and went back to her table, but her husband was still engaged in his conversation with his buddies. She felt extremely bored, and when a new song started and bobby asked her to dance again, she accepted.

It was a slow song and as they dance she began to rest her head on his chest and as he smelled her perfume and felt her touch, his cock began to grow. She held onto him and smelled the manly scent of his aftershave, the strong feel of his arms around her, and she began to get aroused. The next song began and they continued their embrace. His cock began to grow even more and began to poke her through her dress. She responded by softly moaning and slowly grinding herself into him, while gently rubbing his back. As his cock continued to grow, he let his hands drop to her ass and gently began to knead it.

Bobby was beginning to lose control now. His cock was so hard he felt like it was going to burst as she continued to grind her hips into him. The song ended and she said "I'm sorry I have to go, but thanks for the dance." She walked back to her table and told her husband she was going to the bathroom, but she didn't know where it was. "I'll show you," Bobby said. "Oh great thanks kid," her husband said as they left together. The line for the ladies room was too crowded, so after making sure there was nobody inside and promising to stand guard, he took her to the men's room.

She went into the stall and bobby used the urinal. When she came out she washed her hands and gazed at the mirror at him. He had his back to her but she wondered what his cock looked like, and the fact that she was in the room so close to him handling it made her already soaking wet thong wetter. He turned around and was shocked to see her standing there as he went to wash his hands. She looked over and said "Bobby I'm sorry about what happened on the dance floor. I just got a little out of sorts." He looked over and smiled "Hey it's ok, but we can still here the music so can we finish the dance?" 

She laughed and said "sure that would be ok." As they began to dance again she held him tight against her and he felt her hardened nipples through his shirt. The effect caused his cock to swell, but the sensation felt different to him this time. His cock no longer felt contained but rather continued to grow as they danced. Annie felt its pressure against her and began to softly moan and gently grind against him as before, but the pressure of his cock seemed more intense against her this time. It seemed more focused in one area and the more she ground into him the harder it became. She looked down and gasped in astonishment at the sight of Bobby's cock protruding from his open fly.

"Bobby put it away," she told him sternly, but when he made no move she repeated her request a second time still to no avail. She looked at it and tried to contain her amazement that this 18 year old kid had a cock this big. What really struck her was that he appeared to be rather flaccid and still looked a good 3 inches bigger than her husband was erect. My husband!!!!!  She thought to herself and said "Bobby stop this now. Put that away right now." Bobby again made no move nor said a word. He just continued to stare at her. Frustrated and trying to control her overwhelming desire, she grabbed his cock and tried to force it back into his pants. Bobby began to moan as Annie tried in vain to put his massive cock back into his pants, and began to buck his hips as she continued her effort.

Annie was amazed that during her attempt to put it back into Bobby's pants; his cock seemed to grow at least 3 more inches. The fire between her legs began to burn hotter as she realized she wanted to see how big it got. She stopped trying to put it back and began stroking it to meet his bucking hips. She wrapped both hands around his massive shaft and began pumping faster and faster while bobby leaned back on the sing moaning "Oh God... Oh baby... Oh God Annie... yes!" She leaned on the counter next to him and continued to go faster and faster. His cock had to be close to 10 inches she thought to herself. She had many lovers in college and many of the athletes, but none of them were ever hung as well as this kid.

Suddenly Bobby arched his back "Oh God Annie... Oh YeSSSSSSSSSSS," he came with a tremendous orgasm which shot glob after glob of his seed up into the air and down to the floor. She looked at it and realized she had never seen anyone cum that much before and squeezed his cock once more to ensure it was all done. Bobby then grabbed her and began to kiss her on her massive chest licking her ample cleavage and tasting her sweat drenched and perfumed scented skin. He grabbed her dress and pulled the one piece down to her waist exposing her wondrous breasts. He fumbled for the clasp of the bra in the back until she stopped him, and unhooked it from the front. Her massive firm breasts popped out and bobby immediately took one rock hard nipple into his mouth and gently kneaded her other breast.

"Oh Bobby... .Oh your such a good boy... .oh Bobby yeah baby... ... Oh that's my good boy... .oh your so fucking good baby," Annie moaned as she threw back her head and closed her lust filled eyes. He continued to suck and gently bight her nipples until she began to buck wildly and said "Oh Bobby... Oh God Bobby... Oh... Bobby...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Thunderous waves a pleasure erupted inside of her and she grabbed him and pulled him close to her as he continued to suckle from her breasts. She released him and leaned back on the sink, her eyes glazed over with passion and her breasts swelling and rising and falling with her labored breathing.

Bobby then sat her up on the counter, moved his hands up her thighs, and pulled of her thong. She watched him pick up her thong and begin to lick it right in front of her. He then knelt between her lovely legs and dove face first into her pussy. "OH YESSSSSSSS" she squealed in delight as he began to pulse his tongue in and out faster and faster. Leaving no area unexplored he stretched his tongue to the limit as deeper and deeper he thrust it inside her. "Oh Bobby... .Oh Baby... .oh your so fucking good... .good fucking boy... oh eat me baby... feed on me," she cried as Bobby continued his attack. He made his way north to find the clit and began to suck on it lightly at first, but then with more gusto.

"Oh Bobby... .that's it baby...oh Bobby...oh don't stop baby... ..faster... Oh BOBBBBBBBBBY," Annie cried as she reached her second orgasm of the day. Bobby lapped up all of her juices and rose to face her as she came down from her second tremendous high of the day. Suddenly the sounds of voices and the bathroom door opening shocked them into a state of panic. They quickly gathered up themselves and made it to the handicap stall just as Bobby's brother and the best man entered the bathroom. Bobby closed the lid over the toilet and sat down with his cock at full height. Annie locked the stall behind them and turned around and looked hungrily at Bobby's cock. She took her thong from him and put it back on and pulled it up as hard as she could. She then took her hand and cupped her pussy to ensure more of her juices would be on the thong. She then took it off again and whispered in Bobby's ear "We have to be very quiet. I want to taste you baby. Open your mouth." He did as she asked and she stuffed the thong into his mouth, knelt between his legs, and took him into her mouth.

Bobby's moans were muffled by the thong as Annie began to pound on his hog. Faster and faster she went ash he began to thrust up to meet her. She stopped and said "cum in my mouth... .let me taste you baby... let this girl taste you baby," then proceeded to go back down on him trying to force as much of him down her throat as she could. She began to deep throat him and heard bobby moan more and more. Then finally he grabbed her head and pulled it closer to him as stream after stream of hot cum went down her throat. She then got up and turned around to listen for any voices in the bathroom and while she had her back turned the sight of her amazing ass grew Bobby's cock again.

He reached for her and pulled her close to him as he reached around her, cupped her breasts, and began to massage her rock hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She responded by leaning back up against him and whispering "I want you inside me lover." She stood up with her back towards him and lined her pussy up over his cock. She then dropped down slowly sinking every inch of his massive cock into her pussy She had never felt so full as her pussy stretched to accommodate this massive alien invader. Bobby leaned back further, wrapped his arms around her, and began to massage her breasts. Annie leaned back onto of him and braced her feet on the door of the stall, and then proceeded to raise and lower herself as Bobby thrust from below.

"Oh Yeah... ..Oh Baby... Yeah... .Oh Bobby ... ..Oh you're so fucking big... Oh Fuck me Bobby," she cried as he continued to bury himself in her. Suddenly the bathroom door opened again and the sound of voices were heard. This time one of the voices sounded very familiar to her and she recognized it immediately as her husbands. "Yeah she went to the bathroom a while ago, but you see the line. She's probably in there waiting," Frank laughed with his buddies. She had stopped pushing on the door as soon as she heard voices, but Bobby had reached around her and was playing with her clit. Desperate not to make a sound she pulled the thong out of Bobby's mouth and put it into her own.

Softly she moaned as he played with her clit while his massive cock was buried deep in her pussy and her husband was no more than 15 feet away. Bobby continued to play with her clit and resumed his thrusting using very slow deliberate strokes. He would thrust in his full length and then pull out as much as he could before thrusting again. Waves of pleasure were beginning to form in Annie and attempting to muffle the sound she bit her lip and covered her mouth. Slowly she was reaching the top and thankfully she heard the bathroom door close and silence beyond the stall... She pulled the thong out of her mouth and reached her breaking point "Oh Bobby... Bobby... yeah Babbbbbbbbbbbbbby," she came with a momentous release that caused her to shake and her eyes to tear.

"Oh Annie... Oh Baby... .Oh... Gooooooooooooooodddddddddddddd," Bobby cried as he reached his orgasm with a tremendous ferocity and stream upon stream of his seed launched deep in her womb. She collapsed back on top of him and as they lay together she turned her neck to kiss him and run her fingers through his hair. After about 10 minutes she got up and an audible plop sounded when his cock came out of her pussy. They cleaned themselves up and went back to the reception with plans to meet again soon. 

"Hey where have you been" frank asked his wife when he saw her back at the table. "Oh well the bathroom line was too long so Bobby showed me one on the other side of the building," Annie replied like it was the truth. "Ok well we should get going Honey. Bobby thanks for taking care of my wife," Frank said as he shook Bobby's hand. "You're quite welcome Frank. The pleasure was all mine," Bobby said while Annie winked at him.



Wife's Wedding Mis-Adventure



Her Adventure was her downfall - my ending to Irishdragon's Wife's Wedding Adventure

URL: http://www.literotica.com/s/wifes-wedding-adventure

Irishdragon's story of a wife's first betrayal at a wedding was chancy at best. Her husband was in attendance, her choice of fuck-buddies was a high school junior, not even a senior yet, and she had unprotected sex. Oh yeah, the groom was one of her husband's best friends, and all his school teammates were in attendance. Wait, there's more - her dress was almost indecent, and had the other wives describing her as sluttish. Brave or stupid?

More? Ok, she dances with the kid repeatedly, playing with the kid's butt in public, grinding against him so that he was walking around with an erection, and plied the kid with liquor. Then she joins him in the men's room, where she dances with him, plays with his cock, before letting the kid eat her and fuck her, before sneaking into the stall when others come in to use the restroom. Admittedly, she's not the most careful of adulteresses. 

Speaking of Bobby, the 18 year old high school jock who wasn't a senior yet, how smart is this kid? He's going to be 19 before he graduates? Luckily he has that proverbial 10" dick. Sadly, according to the description, that was 6 inches larger than her husband's. Poor guy. At least he made a good living, and had friends.

And why did Annie/Lisa (the name changed after the first few paragraphs) choose to cheat? Simply because she was bored at the wedding. And the kid coming on to her had a big dick. Always the best of reasons.

Sounds like a bad situation to me. But I should warn you, this is not a BTB story. At least not in the usual sense.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

"Oh Annie... Oh Baby... .Oh... Gooooooooooooooo... dddddddddddddd," Bobby cried as he reached his orgasm with a tremendous ferocity and stream upon stream of his seed launched deep in her womb. She collapsed back on top of him and as they lay together she turned her neck to kiss him and run her fingers through his hair. After about 10 minutes she got up and an audible plop sounded when his cock came out of her pussy. They cleaned themselves up and went back to the reception with plans to meet again soon. 

"Hey where have you been" frank asked his wife when he saw her back at the table. "Oh well the bathroom line was too long so Bobby showed me one on the other side of the building," Annie replied like it was the truth. "Ok well we should get going Honey. Bobby thanks for taking care of my wife," Frank said as he shook Bobby's hand. "You're quite welcome Frank. The pleasure was all mine," Bobby said while Annie winked at him.

On the way to the car, away from the party activity, Frank's attention returned to his lovely wife, clinging to his arm for support. She really had looked beautiful, if a bit slutty. A few of his old teammates had even commented on her, telling him he better watch out. 

"My Annie? She's just having a little fun. She likes to dance more than I do, so where's the harm?" he had insisted. He trusted her, and why shouldn't he? They were in love, and the last five years had been the best of his life.

When they got to their car, he opened the door for her. Annie was still feeling the delirious excitement from getting fucked by the biggest dick of her life, and the naughty idea that she had done it in the bathroom, with her clueless husband outside the stall where she was doing it! She turned and pulled him into her arms, dragging him in for a big sloppy kiss.

Frank was excited to be able to get his drunk wife home and have his way with her. He knew how she got after these parties, and she'd be raring to go. He opened his mouth to her questing tongue, while she ground against him. He almost pulled away, she tasted so bad.

"What have you been drinking?" he asked.

"Mostly champagne, and whatever those waiters were bringing around." She pouted. "You're not mad that I'm a little tipsy, are you? It's a wedding reception, honey. We're supposed to celebrate. I hope they're as happy and as in love as us, five years from now."

Tipsy? She was drunk. He wasn't about to go about telling her what her mouth tasted like. He wasn't going to spoil the mood. 

He held the door for her as she climbed in the front seat, her dress creeping up her thighs. He had to look twice. "Annie, where's your panties?"

Annie panicked for a moment. She remembered using them to gag both Bobby and herself, so she wouldn't scream out while the kid was fucking her with her husband outside the stall a few feet away. "I . . . uh, well, I kind of peed myself a little, before I could get to the bathroom. I cleaned up the best I could, and tossed them away. I think I had a little too much to drink, and the line was so long that by the time I got to the other bathroom, it was too late."

"Damn, I'm sorry babe. If you had to go that bad, you should have said something. I would have taken you into the men's room, and stood guard."

Annie smiled, remembering that's what Bobby had said he'd do. He hadn't mentioned that the one he really needed to guard her against was him. "No harm, lover. This will make it that much easier for us when we get home."

Frank liked the sound of that. He closed her door, and they headed home. A few minutes into the drive, he had a new concern, and he didn't like the way they were coming one on the heels of the other. "Do you smell anything, Annie?"

Annie was lost in her thoughts, staring out the window, reliving the feeling of the boy's massive cock filling her. 

"Annie?"

She finally heard her name, and turned back to her wonderful husband, smiling. "Yes, lover?"

"I asked, do you smell anything weird? I just had the car detailed. Something reeks."

She closed her legs tightly, feeling just a twinge of concern. "Nothing. Sorry, it must be outside."

Outside, right. Frank turned up the fan. He looked over at his wife, noticing details he'd missed before. Her smudged lipstick, her tousled hair. How wrinkled her dress was. He knew that smell, and didn't like what he was thinking. He liked even less what it probably meant.

"Did you have a good time tonight, honey?" he asked.

"Wonderful," she said dreamily. "And I think it's only going to get better. You?"

"It's alway nice to see the guys," he said. He didn't mention that what he felt had been a good night was suddenly going bad. Very bad indeed. She stunk of sex. She looked a mess. She'd 'lost' her panties. He shuddered to think what her mouth tasted like when he kissed her. It all added up to bad news. Very bad news.

It wasn't hard to figure out who she'd been with. That kid, Darren's little brother, who'd been dancing with her, rubbing all over her when his friends told him to watch out for her. Frank had defended her, of course. Now he felt like an idiot. The way they had laughed as the kid followed after her like a lovestruck child, his dick tenting his pants as they left the dance floor. It had been funny. He knew the kid was lusting after his wife, understandably. She was hot. But she was also loving and trustworthy, and he knew she'd shoot the kid down if he tried anything. He trusted her, completely. He was a fool.

That kid, Bobby, showed her another bathroom on the other side of the building, did he? She was gone for what must have been half an hour, longer, probably. It wasn't hard to figure out what they'd been up to.

As they pulled into the garage, he noticed his wife was asleep, leaning against the door. Worn out, I guess. From having a 'wonderful' time. Bitch.

He got out and opened her door, careful to catch her if she should fall out. She woke with a start, then smiled up at him. "My husband," she said sleepily. "The best man in the world."

His heart softened for a minute as he helped her up, letting her cling to his arm as they made their way in the house. Best man, but not good enough to keep her from cheating with some high-school kid. Right in my face.

She woke up a little once they were in the house, and she realized she should clean up before they went to bed. A small part of her thrilled at the idea of making love to her husband while Bobby's cum was still in her. But she didn't want to push her luck. Even as drunk as she was, she realized what a big chance they'd taken, having sex in the men's room in the middle of a wedding reception, with her husband only a a couple of yards away.

"I'm going to take a shower," she said, giving him a quick peck. "I'm all sticky and sweaty, and I want to be fresh for my man."

Frank tried to hold onto her. "We can shower afterwards. I need you, Annie."

She slithered out of his arms, giggling. "You'll just have to wait a few minutes. I won't be long. Then you can show me how much you really need me."

Frank was torn. He wanted to see if his suspicions were correct. She was way too eager to get in the shower, something she never did after a party. But he didn't feel like he could force her to strip for him. His anger was building again. 

He undressed, put on some shorts, and climbed in the bed. Any excitement he'd been feeling earlier had died. He wasn't about to take sloppy seconds off of his wife. How the hell could she do that to him? Why?

He wanted to confront her, but she was too drunk. He had his suspicions, but no proof. Then again, how much proof did he need? When she finally came out of the bathroom, naked, he looked up. She looked the same, not like a cheating slut. Except for that bruise on her left tit. Bitch!

She smiled, and walked toward him. "Ready for me lover?"

He hadn't planned on it, but the words burst forth before he could even think about it. "For sloppy seconds? No thanks. But I do appreciate you washing his stink off of you before getting in my bed."

She stopped dead in her tracks, the guilt and fear readily apparent on her face. Caught.

"I . . . I don't know what you mean, Frank. What stink? I was only dancing."

"So you didn't fuck that kid? Give him your panties? That wasn't cum on your breath, and the stink of sex in the car?" he said, his voice low and menacing.

"What? Are you . . . you think I cheated on you?" She struggled to make her voice sound indignant, when all she wanted to do was run away and hide.

"I know you did. Why, Annie?"

She turned and ran into the bathroom. He could hear her crying in there for a long time. When she finally did appear, she was wearing her robe. 

"I don't have to take this from you. I did nothing wrong tonight. I don't know where you got your stupid ideas. I'm going to go sleep in the guest bedroom. I'll expect your apology tomorrow." She tried to bluff her way through it. She was afraid that if he knew the truth, her life was over. The magnitude of her error finally had struck home. She had cheated on her husband, and he knew. He knew! All she could do was keep up the lies, and maintain her innocence until the whole thing blew over. Whatever happened, she realized she couldn't let him have sex with her. He was bound to notice how stretched out she was after that massive dick. 

Frank had a hard time getting to sleep that night, and while he tossed and turned, he made plans for the following day.

~ * ~ * ~

Annie woke slowly from a series of unsettling nightmares. Her head was pounding, and she realized she was sore. Down there. Her mind eventually came to focus, and she recalled not only what she'd done, but the confrontation with her husband the night before.

"Damn. Damn, damn, damn," she muttered to herself, sitting up. She was naked in the bed, and she looked down at the body that had betrayed her. She stared at the bruise on her tits in horror. How stupid could she have been? She'd fucked that kid at the reception, in the men's room! Sucked his cock, swallowed his cum, and kissed her husband with that same adulteress mouth not fifteen minutes later. She'd even let him mark her!

She got up slowly, the hammering in her head not getting any softer. She put on her robe, pulling it tightly around her, and peeked out of the bedroom door. The coast was clear, and she carefully walked over to the master bedroom door. It was open and she looked inside. The bed was made, and the room appeared empty. Thank God. She was in no shape to face her husband that morning.

Annie hurried into the bathroom, swallowed four aspirin, and washed them down with two cups of water from the tap. Then she took a long hot shower, trying to wash away her sin, scrubbing herself ruthlessly, holding the shower head between her legs. She'd done it for fun in the past, but now she was trying to clean herself of any traces of her drunken infidelity.

"Deny. Deny everything. It never happened. There's no proof. He can't know. He can never know. Deny, deny, deny," she told herself, repeating her only plan, hoping that if she denied it often and vehemently enough, then maybe it would be true.

Every once in a while, memories of the fucking would return. The excitement, the incredible orgasms. She'd tremble, and fight off the thoughts. "It never happened," she told herself. "Never happened. I'm not like that. I'm a good wife."

She was almost in tears as she repeated her new mantra. "It never happened," she said fiercely, "and if he calls it'll never happen again."

~ * ~ * ~

Frank woke early, and headed out before eight. Many of the guests at the wedding were from out of town, and they were all staying at the Holiday Inn by the country club, where the wedding guests received a substantial discount. He'd overheard them making plans for breakfast the following day. He was determined to be there, and see if he could find out anything more.

He would really have liked to talk to Darren, the groom, and older brother to the little asshole that had fucked his wife. But Darren was on his honeymoon, and as messed up as Frank's life was, he wasn't about to interfere with his buddy's first day of marriage. 

Before breakfast, he was determined to talk to Tim, one of his oldest and best friends. Tim would be straight with him. He called his friend from the cell as he left his garage.

"Frank, do you have any idea what time it is?" Tim answered sleepily.

"Eight fifteen. I need to talk, Tim. It's important, and it can't wait."

His buddy was slow to answer. "Shit. Now?"

"If possible. Please." Frank didn't like to beg, but it was his life he was talking about.

"This is about Annie last night, isn't it?"

Damn. He was right. He wasn't imagining things. "Yeah."

"Give me ten minutes, and bring coffee."

It was fifteen minutes, and Frank arriving bringing two large coffees, and a dozen donuts. Sheila, Tim's wife answered the door, and let him in. He could see the look of pity on her face, before she turned back into the house. 

Tim was sitting at the kitchen table, and thanked Frank for the hot brew. He grabbed one of the chocolate frosted donuts, and took a bite. Frank sipped his coffee, with no appetite.

"What do you want to talk about?" Tim asked.

"You know. You were there when I left. Was there any scuttlebutt? Any talk about my wife?"

Sheila's voice responded from behind him. "She was drunk, Frank. I'm sure it's not as bad as it looked."

Frank turned toward Sheila who was grabbing a mug from the cabinet. She picked up her husband's coffee and poured half of it into her cup. 

"How bad did it look?"

Sheila was slow to answer. She sat down at the table, and blew into her coffee before sipping it. "You should talk to her, Frank."

"I did. She denies anything happened. I know she's lying. What are people saying, Sheila?"

"How do you know she's lying?" Sheila asked.

Frank looked over at Tim, irritated he was letting his wife run the show. "We've been married five years, for a start. She's a horrible liar. She reeked of sex when we got in the car. She'd 'lost' her panties. You saw how she looked, lipstick smudged, hair a mess, the way her dress was. When I confronted her she ran into the bathroom and cried for twenty minutes. Only then did she come out and deny everything. That's how I know."

Sheila grabbed one of the cake donuts, and nibbled on it. "She was drunk, Frank. Maybe she did something stupid, but I don't believe for a minute she would have cheated on you. Don't do anything out of anger, alright? Have you thought about just letting it go? Whatever she did, I'm sure she's feeling guilty as shit right now. I bet she'll do her damnedest to make it up to you."

Frank turned away from Sheila. "How about you Tim? I know you'll be straight with me. Obviously your wife is taking the cheating slut's side. Covering for her. How about you, you going to be honest, or are you on her side as well?"

"Damn it, Frank!" Sheila snapped.

"Stop, Sheila," Tim said, his voice low and controlled. "Frank and I need to talk. Alone."

"But Tim—"

"Now. I'm starting to wonder why you'd take her side so readily. You have anything you want to confess?"

"Screw you, Tim! You have no right to be accusing me. I'm not the one screwing around . . ." As soon as she finished saying it, she turned bright red, and returned to sipping her coffee.

"No, you're just covering for her. Like it's alright. Like fidelity in a marriage doesn't matter," Tim said.

"No, that's not what I was saying. I'm just, well, when people have too much to drink, sometimes they do stupid things, that's all. I'm not condoning her behavior."

Tim was glaring at her, and slowly nodded. "Why don't you let us talk now?"

She stood up, then leaned over kissed Frank on the cheek. "Remember she loves you. You know she does. We all know. She was drunk. Please take that into consideration and don't do anything rash."

One she'd left the room, Tim sighed. "Sorry about that. There's not a lot to say. There was a lot of gossip going around. She made a spectacle of herself on the dance floor with that kid. Rumor had it she was seen going into the men's room with him."

"The men's room?"

"Yeah, just down the hall from the room we were in. The ladies room had a long line, and I guess a couple of the wives noticed them walking past them. There's nothing down that hall except the men's room and a couple of closed conference rooms. It started a lot of rumors."

Franks anger was on a slow simmer. The men's room. The same men's room he'd gone to. Had she been in there? Right under his nose? 

"Anything else?"

Tim had a hard time looking his friend in the eye. "It's only a rumor, you understand? Nothing I know for sure."

"What would that rumor be, Tim?" 

"That kid, Bobby, Darren's brother. He and his two school friends had a bet on who could get laid at the reception. Bobby had proof."

"What kind of proof?"

"Panties."

"Fuck."

Tim hated being the bearer of bad news, but he wanted to be honest. He hoped that he could expect the same from his childhood friend. "I'm sorry. If it did happen, I'm sure it's a one-off. Sheila is right, you know. That girl loves you. She was drunk, and may have done something really stupid. But I don't think she's a cheater, or having an affair. I doubt she ever did anything like that before."

Frank nodded. "If the tables were turned, and it was Sheila cheating on you, openly, in front of your friends, with some damned high-school kid, would that matter?"

Tim sank back in his chair before answering. "I don't know. Probably not."

Frank stood, and extended his hand. "Thanks for being honest. I know it wasn't easy. I knew I could count on you."




Wife's Wedding Mis-Adventure



Tim stood and shook his friends hand. "Anything I can do, you let me know. Don't do anything stupid, alright?"

"I won't. I'm just trying to get to the bottom of things, before I get into it with Annie. I hope I didn't cause too much trouble for you and Sheila."

"We'll be fine. We need to talk anyway. I'm not happy with the way she jumped to take Annie's side. She and I probably need to clear the air on what's acceptable behavior." Tim walked his friend to the door, and closed it behind him. "Sheila," he called out. "He's gone. Let's talk."

~ * ~ * ~

Frank's next stop was the Holiday Inn. He stood in line to pay for the breakfast buffet, hoping he wasn't too late to talk to his friends. As he stood in line he heard the unique piercing laughter of Rudy's wife, just beyond the shoulder high wall separating him from the dining room. He peered through the artificial greenery, at the long table seating around twenty of his college friends and spouses.

He noticed that most of the women were sitting at one end, with the men at the other. He could hear their voices, even though they were trying to keep it down. "Can you believe that slut? Dressed like that for a wedding? Woman in red, my ass. Poor Frank." 

"Come on, Jane, we don't know for sure, do we?"

Jane of the piercing laughter seemed to be holding court. Frank waved the people behind him through the line, and stayed in place listening.

"Are you kidding? You saw how they were acting on the dance floor. Shameless. Lisa saw them, you know. They walked right past the ladies room, and down that hall. Lisa was at the end of the line outside, and they hadn't returned when she went inside ten minutes later. The kid had a tent the size of Mount Everest in his pants. What do you think they were doing?"

One of the other wives responded. "Probably just fooling around. A little grab ass. It happens."

That vicious laughter again. "Oh please! You can't be that naive. You must have heard about the bet."

"What bet?"

"Those three teenagers. Betting on who could get laid at the reception. Rudy heard all about it. Bobby was getting high-fives and flashing the slut's thong around."

Frank had heard enough. He stepped up to the cashier and paid his way in. He ignored the buffet line, and walked over to the table, past the women, to where the men were sitting. The table grew quiet as he walked, the voices at the women's end picking up as he grabbed an empty chair from a nearby table, and sat down beside Rudy, near the end.

The guys tried to put on a game face, and welcomed him loudly by name. Frank only nodded. Then he turned toward Rudy. "Tell me about the bet."

Rudy's face turned red, and the table grew quiet. "I don't know anything for sure. Ask Bill," he said, nodding across the table.

Frank turned and faced the back-up guard from their team. One of the shortest guys there, most of them were over 6'3". Many of them were basketball players after all. Bill was only five foot ten. But he had a deadly three pointer. If only he hadn't been such a detriment defensively, he could have made a big difference on the team.

Bill looked around, uncomfortable with all the attention focused on him. "I'm sorry, Frank."

"What's there to be sorry about? You didn't do anything? What did you hear?"

Bill leaned forward, trying to keep his voice down. "It was Darren's brother and his friends. They were standing in a group right next to me, when the kid said he won the bet. The others called bullshit, and he pulled out a pair of panties, and showed it to them. He told them all about it. I'm sorry."

Frank's anger was growing, and he tried to keep it contained. "Enough with the 'sorry'. What did he say happened?"

"He took your wife to the men's room. She blew him, and they had sex in the handicap stall. He said he had to gag her with her own panties to keep her quiet. She was a screamer. He was bragging that half a dozen men passed through the bathroom while he was fucking her." Bill took a long sip of his water. "That's what he was saying. It's probably mostly lies, but they were seen headed towards the men's room by a couple of the wives, and later they were seen returning down that same corridor. Quite a while later. Mary Beth said . . ." he quieted, seeming to change his mind about what he was going to say. "She looked mussed."

"Mussed? That's the word she used?" Frank asked harshly.

"'Just fucked', is what she said." Bill looked up anxiously. "I wish I wasn't the one who heard it, Frank. I swear, this really sucks. But I was there, only a few feet from the punks."

Frank nodded. "I appreciate you being honest about it. I do. This is all on her, not you guys. I just needed to know."

Rudy spoke up. "It's still just a lot of rumor. It looks bad, but you don't need to be doing anything stupid."

Frank sighed. "I wish people would stop saying that. The only thing 'stupid' would be ignoring this. I can't believe how fucked up my life turned in a matter of a few hours."

Frank excused himself from the table, and continued his morning adventures.

~ * ~ * ~

They had all gone to college together. The guys might be Frank's friends, but Annie had her friends as well. It was no surprise when the call came, while she was still trying to figure out how to get past her mistake.

"Annie? This is Gina."

"Hi Gina, what's up?"

"You should know that Frank came by the hotel this morning. You really fucked up girl. Screwing that kid at the reception, like nobody would figure out what you were doing. What were you thinking?"

The words hit her like a fist. "I - I - I didn't. I mean we didn't. I didn't screw anybody."

"That's not what people are saying. Everyone saw how you and Darren's brother were dancing. You were seen going to the men's room with him, and not returning for a long, long time. The kid is telling everyone he fucked you, and he has your panties as a souvenir. You're in deep shit, girl, and now Frank knows everything."

"Frank knows?"

"Everything. He was here at breakfast for maybe fifteen minutes. Bill heard the kid bragging about doing you. He heard it with his own ears, and told Frank all about it. About you fucking in the handicap stall, with people coming and going. That took a lot of guts, or a lot of stupidity."

Annie felt the tears starting, and a cold shiver went down her spine. "Oh God, Gina. What am I gonna do?"

"You did it, didn't you?"

"I was drunk. I told him no. Over and over again. I don't know what came over me."

"Shit. I don't know. You can try to keep denying it, but I don't think that's going to work. I mean, it's all anyone's talking about. Jesus, Annie! At a reception, where everyone knows you and Frank? With the groom's teenage brother who's not even a senior yet? What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't. It was just flirting. All I wanted to do was go to the bathroom. Bobby said he'd watch the door. I don't know how it happened. I didn't want it to, I swear. It . . . it just did. What am I supposed to do now?"

Gina sighed, but inwardly she was cheering. She'd be able to milk this for all it's worth. No matter what Annie said, it was obvious to everyone, from the way she was dressed, to the way she acted, especially on the dance floor, that she was looking to screw around. "I don't know. Confess? Throw yourself on his mercy? Plead, beg, and do anything to make it up to him, maybe. If you keep denying it, you're just going to dig yourself a deeper hole."

It was the last thing she wanted to hear, but she was afraid it was her only solution. Very afraid.

She wasn't off the phone five minutes when she got the call from Sheila. She knew things were going to hell fast. Sheila confirmed the rumors, and warned her that Frank was on the rampage. He was digging for truth and wouldn't stop.

"You didn't do it, did you?" Sheila finally asked.

Annie was slow to answer. She was on the verge of tears again. "I didn't mean for it to happen. I swear. I wouldn't do that to him. I know it's no excuse, but I was drunk, and when it started, I tried to resist, but then I just gave in."

"Crap. I took your side. Tim gave me holy hell over it, but I told him you wouldn't cheat. That you loved Frank. What the fuck, Annie?"

"I didn't mean to. It was just, he was there, and his thing was sticking out of his pants, and I couldn't help myself. You'd have to have seen it. I never saw anything that big. I told him to put it away, I swear, Sheila! I told him no."

"Did he rape you?"

"N-n-no, not really. He just kept looking at me, with his huge cock stick out of his pants. I tried to make him stick it back in. I swear, I was just trying to put it in his pants, and then, I don't know what happened. I had both hands on it, and I couldn't stop."

"Fuck. Don't tell Frank that! You're going to have to come up with a better excuse than that!"

"I don't want—"

"Shit. I gotta go. Tim's calling. If he hears I'm talking to you he'll bite my head off. Later." She hung up, leaving Annie holding the phone, knowing her life was in the crapper if she couldn't figure out a way out of the mess she'd gotten herself into.

~ * ~ * ~

It was after noon, when Frank got home. He entered the house, and found his wife in the kitchen, drinking a glass of wine. He could see she was nervous and terrified. "In the living room," he said, turning his back on her.

She found him sitting in his lounge chair, and she sat on the loveseat facing him. She was still in a quandary as to what to say. 

He glared at her. "The truth, Annie. All of it. No lies, no trickery, don't try to make it sound different than what it was. This is your one chance to come clean. What happened last night, and why?"

She thought about her decision that morning to deny everything. Lie, and hope for the best. The two phone calls were weighing heavily on her mind. She wondered if she could confess to a little, but not everything. It was too hurtful. He could never forgive her. She wasn't sure she could forgive herself. It all seemed so harmless last night.

"Stop!" Frank snapped. "Stop trying to figure a way out of this. You fucked up royally, Annie. Big time. You have no idea how much I know. If I hear one lie, one hint of deception, your ass is out of here, right now. It's bad enough you cheated on me while you were drunk. If you lie about it when you're sober, we're done."

She burst into tears, and confessed all. The dancing, the touching. Going to the men's room. Feeling how big he was, the curiosity. Seeing it, hard, sticking out of his pants. "I said no. I swear I did. Over and over again. I don't know why I didn't just walk out."

"You didn't though, did you? Instead you fucked him. Tell me what happened."

She did. From jerking him off, to having him go down on her sitting on the counter. Hiding in the stall when they heard voices, and blowing him. How he fucked her, on and on, even when she heard Frank outside the stall talking about her. She had a hard time getting through that part, crying and sobbing she was sorry. 

"Your panties?"

"I don't know. I just don't know."

"He has them. He's bragging to everyone about how he fucked you. Showing your damned thong off as a prize."

She broke down again, sobbing hysterically.

"Did you get off on kissing me, with the taste of his cum still in your mouth?" he asked harshly.

"Oh god, no! All I could think about was getting you home and making love to you. He was a mistake, and I needed to be with you."

He stared at her a long time, his anger near the boiling point. Frank was trying to keep himself under control. "How many other's have there been, Annie? And no lies."

"None! None, I swear. I never even thought about it. It was a huge mistake, and I'm so sorry. It'll never happen again, I promise. I never, ever cheated on you before, and I never will again. Please, Frank, you have to believe me. I wasn't looking for it to happen. I was drunk, and I know that's a lousy excuse, but I don't have a better one. I can't think of any other reason for letting it go as far as it did."

"So it wasn't because he had a - how did you put it? - a huge cock?"

She blushed. "I think that was part of it. I wasn't thinking that way, but I was curious."

"Curious," Frank shouted. "You weren't curious, you were a fucking, cheating slut, with a kid still in high-school!"

"I'm sorry," was all she could say.

Frank continued to stare at her. "Were you going to see him again?"

She shook her head. "No. I mean, well, last night we talked about it, but this morning, once I was sober and realized what I'd done, I swore to myself never again. Never, ever again, and I'd do anything I could to make it up to you."

Frank continued looking at her. The woman he'd married. His true love, for five incredible years. "You've ruined everything, Annie."

"Ruined?"

"What do you think? Everyone knows what you did. It's common knowledge. I've been humiliated and publicly cuckolded. People are laughing at me, and they all think you're a slut. That you do this all the time, and I'm not man enough to stop it."

"No, Frank! Nobody thinks that. They know I love you. I've never done anything—"

"Stop, Annie. I'm not making this up. I talked to a lot of people this morning. This is what they're saying. It's all they're talking about. My slut wife fucking some teenager, and I'm too damn stupid or wimpy to do anything about it. That's what they're saying."

"I'm sorry, honey. I am. What can I do? I screwed up. I'll make it up to you, if you'll let me, I just don't know how. It was a horrible mistake, but I can't undo it. I swear to you, on my life, Frank, never again."

"I'm sure you're sorry now. You didn't seem too sorry last night, when you were lying to me, and telling me you were expecting an apology. As I recall, you claimed you did nothing wrong. You fucking kissed me with the taste of his cum in your mouth, Annie! You were going to give me his sloppy seconds. How am I supposed to forgive that?"

"I love you, Frank. You and only you. I was drunk and did something terribly stupid. I'll never drink again, if that will help. I never thought I would do anything like that. You have no idea how terrible I feel about it."

"Let's not go there, talking about how terrible either of us feels. You don't want to know how I feel right now. If you did, you wouldn't be sitting their calmly. You'd be hiding in the Montana wilderness, hoping I never found you."

His words shocked her. Frank was a big man, but gentle. Violence wasn't his way. The thought that he was that angry scared her. "What can I do?" she said softly. "Anything. I swear. Give me a chance, Frank. Tell me what I have to do to get past this. I love you. I know you love me, at least you did until I fucked up. Just tell me what you want."

"I need some time, Annie. I need to think this through. I can't do anything right now, I'm too angry. Too hurt. You should be happy it's a Sunday. If it was during the week, our bank accounts would be closed, and I'd be talking to a lawyer."

The tears starting running down her face. "Please, honey. Give us a week before you do anything. Try to calm down, and if there's anything you want from me, anything I can do, tell me. I did what you asked. I was totally honest. I didn't hide or lie about one damned thing. I messed up, but if you'll just give me a chance—"

"I know, I know. You'll make it up to me. I don't know how. How do you un-humiliate me? How do you un-fuck that little asshole? How can you heal the hole in my heart? How can I ever possibly trust you again?"

"I don't know. But if there was a way, I'd do it. Anything I can do. Just tell me."

Frank nodded. "Two things."

She sat up, eager to start her penance. "Anything."

"One, you need to get tested for STDs. I'm not going to touch you unless I know you're safe. I'm not even sure I'll be able to then, but I damned sure won't until you're cleared."

She nodded, sadly. She hadn't even thought of that. He was just a kid. He couldn't have anything, could he?

"Two, if he does call you, you agree to see him again, and you tell me."

"See him again?" she squeaked.

"You tell him you will. Get a time and tell him you'll meet him here during the day while I'm working, and then you tell me. That little fucker and I are going to have a heart-to-heart."

"Don't do anything stupid, Frank. He's not worth it," Annie said.

"Stupid, like fucking some school kid bareback, at a party where everyone knows us? Stupid like that?"

"I don't want you to get in trouble, that's all."

"Don't worry. That's my problem now. If you can't do these two things, let me know. I can start the paperwork tomorrow."

Annie shook her head. "I'll do it. I will."

"Good. You slept in the guest room last night. You can continue to sleep there until I decide otherwise. You have a problem with that?"

"No, honey. I'd rather not of course, but if that's what you need right now, that's fine."

"And no funny business. Don't be getting all sexy, and trying to seduce me. Not yet. I'm serious."

She nodded, and felt a little burst of hope. Not yet, he'd said. "I won't. I'll be on my best behavior. Is it Ok if I try to show you how sorry I am, outside of the bedroom?"

"Nothing crazy," Frank said, a little worried about what lengths she might go to.

"Nothing crazy, I promise. Thank you."

~ * ~ * ~

The house had been chilly for two days, and she did her best to make sure Frank knew how sorry she was. She cleaned the house from top to bottom, and made him his favorite breakfasts and dinners. She had called Tim, and apologized for her behavior and getting him involved. She confessed that she had done something horrible while drunk, and that she was deep in the dog house, her marriage at risk. Annie even called both their parents, and tearfully confessed they were having problems, and it was all her fault. She was hoping for the best, but didn't want them involved, and if it went south, the blame was all on her.

Annie had spent the second day getting tested, and undergoing the humiliation of telling her doctor what she needed and why. She had two close friends she spoke with, shamefully going into detail over her failings, and asking their advice. One suggestion caught her by surprise, but she liked it enough that she made the first overtures, placing a few calls to see if it was feasible.

Her actions trickled back to Frank, of course. He felt a mix of irritation, anger, and a little relief. At least she was taking the blame, and not trying to skirt it or place any of it on him.

It was on the third day that the kid called. Annie felt a momentary burst of excitement, that he would call her, and then the guilt hit her hard. Still, she had promised Frank. She played her part, and agreed to see him Friday. Frank had been very specific in his directions. 

"Don't come over before ten," she said. "There's too many nosy people around here. Don't park in the driveway or even in front of the house. Come in through the backyard gate, and into the kitchen, where nobody can see. It'll be open. I'll be waiting for you."

"I can hardly wait. This time we won't have to hurry," he said. "I'm gonna make you come, and come, and come. I'm gonna fuck you so long and hard, you won't walk right for a week."

She laughed nervously. "You're such a romantic, Bobby. Just be sure you're here on time. I'll be the naked one."

She hung up, trembling. For a moment she remembered him inside her. The kid was only 18. It was probably true, he could fuck her forever, if given the chance. 

"No chance," she said aloud. She picked up the phone, called her husband and gave him the details.

Frank moved forward with his plans.

Annie continued pursing hers.

~ * ~ * ~

"You know what to say," Frank asked her for the hundredth time.




Wife's Wedding Mis-Adventure



"I wish you wouldn't do this, honey," she said.

"Anything, you said," he reminded her.

"I know. And I will. I remember all of it. I'm still worried for you."

"Don't be. If you're going to worry about someone, worry about your lover," he snapped. He was nervous, anxious, and felt bad as soon as the statement left his lips. He saw the hurt in her eyes.

"I screwed up, Frank, and I'm sorry. But don't you dare call him my lover. There was no love involved in my one and only huge mistake," she answered. "Please, honey, don't try to make it what it wasn't."

He nodded. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I guess I'm a little worked up. You better go now."

Annie nodded, then she jumped forward and hugged him. "Be careful. I love you."

"I will," he told her. He stood at the window and watched her get in her car and leave.

Frank made a few calls. He called the office, and told them he wouldn't be in. Then he called their doctor, and asked for an emergency appointment for that afternoon. When he hung up he was scheduled for two that afternoon. Then he made himself some oatmeal, and dashed it with cinnamon. He ate it all, and took an antihistamine, hoping he was guessing right.

He was sitting in his robe, drinking a Red Bull, when he heard the chime from the security system, advertising a door was opened. He took a deep breath, prepared himself, and waited next to the wall. 

The kid walked through the archway from the kitchen, and Frank was ready. With three quick blows from the aluminum softball bat, Bobby was down.

What Frank hadn't expected was that the kid would bring his friends. He had no time to wonder what was going on, or why they were there. He screamed and started whaling on them with the bat, catching them by surprise. 

Only a couple of minutes passed before he had all three on the ground, one out cold, the other two moaning from their injuries, whining and pleading for their lives. The two accessories were injured pretty badly, one wasn't moving, the other was clutching his knees which had taken the brunt of Frank's attack.

Bobby wasn't that lucky. Frank's bat had served its purpose, hitting all the kid's major joints. Knees, elbows, shoulders, ankles. One good blow to the head had the kid moaning, bleeding profusely from a scalp wound. The application of several hard blows to the balls were barely noticed at the moment but hopefully would have long implications.

Frank pressed the alarm button on the security panel, and called 911.

"911, what is your emergency?" The dispassionate voice came over the phone.

"I have three intruders who broke into my house through the back door. I fought them off with a baseball bat, but I'm afraid for my life. Please send someone as quickly as possible," Frank rattled off. "Get away!" he screamed dropping the phone. "I called the police," he continued his act. 

He stood over the kids, tapping the knees of the stranger that was still moving, and occasionally giving Bobby a reminder blow between the legs. 

The stranger kid was blubbering, saying he didn't do nothing, stop hurting him. Bobby just moaned a lot. When Frank heard the police outside, less than five minutes later, he reminded himself to write a letter later thanking them for their excellent response time. He dropped the bat near the door, and opened it for the police.

"They're in the kitchen," Frank said, holding his hands up, his robe opening and showing him to be wearing only his boxers. "They're all on the ground. I didn't now what to do."

The police had their guns out, and moved past him quickly. "Oh shit," one of them said, and Frank smiled.

"Officer Barnes, 10-52, ambulance needed, 3212 Hemlock, three suspects down. Request backup." Frank moved back to where the officers were checking on the boys.

"Please stand back sir," the older man told him as he got close enough to see what they were doing.

"Of course, officer," he said. He returned to the living room, and finished his Red Bull.

Within ten minutes the house was overrun. There were four policemen in attendance, the EMTs, and a huge audience out on the lawn. Frank watched from across the room as the boys were carted off in stretchers. He was surprised that nobody had asked him for his story yet. 

When the last of the 'intruders' was gone, he found himself seated in front of the original two officers. "Can you tell us what happened?"

"I was in the front room, and heard the security chime. 'Back door' it said. I knew nobody was home, my wife is at her mother's, and I was worried, so I grabbed that bat," Frank nodded toward the bat by the front door, still laying where he'd left it, "from the closet. As I got near the kitchen I saw that big kid sneaking into the house. I noticed there were two others with him. So I hit him with the bat, and the others came at me. I didn't know if they had knives or guns, or whatever, so I just hit them all as hard and fast as I could until they were on the ground, and called 911."

"Do you know who they are?" the younger officer, Barnes, asked.

"I think the first one was the kid brother of one of my friends. I didn't notice at first, I've only seen him once. The other two I don't recognize."

The questions went on for a while. Frank was scratching the large red patches on his arms and chest. "Is something wrong?" the older officer, Martinez asked. "Were you injured?"

"This?" Frank asked. "I think it's an allergic reaction. I have an appointment to see the doctor in a little while. That's the only reason I'm home; normally I'd be in the office."

"So the house would normally be empty at this time?"

"On Fridays, yes. My wife works as a personal trainer four days a week, but the hours are variable. She spends most Fridays at her mothers, helping out around the house. She has arthritis, and Annie does her weekly cleaning."

Frank was scolded by both, telling him how dangerous it was, approaching three intruders. He should have just left the house and waited for the police.

"I didn't know they were there. I honestly didn't know if there was an intruder. I heard the door, and checked on it. It's been known to blow open before. I grabbed the bat remembering how the Wilsons had a daytime burglary a few weeks back. When I turned the corner, the kid was right in front of me, with two more behind him. I couldn't think of anything then but protecting myself."

"You 'protected' yourself pretty thoroughly. One of those kids was unconscious, and another one looked like he won't be walking anytime soon."

Frank tried to hide his enjoyment hearing the statement. "I might have gotten carried away. There were three of them, and I was already feeling a little loopy from the antihistamines I'm taking for the allergy. I was scared, and kept hitting them until they stopped trying to get up. I was afraid if they did, they would overwhelm me. I've never had to deal with criminals before."

Frank answered a few more questions before asking one of his own. "Can I call my wife? I'm afraid the whole neighborhood is going to be talking, and I'd like her to hear from me, before she gets a call from anyone else."

The officers agreed, and Frank continued his act. He noticed they were standing near enough to listen in on his call. He played his part, filling her in on what happened, asking her to calm down, telling her she didn't need to hurry home, he was fine, and there was very little damage. When he was done, he told her he loved her, and he'd see her later after his doctor appointment.

The officers took pictures, and assured him that he was safe. They told him there might be more questions later, and asked if he wanted to press charges.

"Should I?" he asked. "They didn't take anything, I stopped that."

The officers looked at each other. The older one answered. "I really shouldn't advise you on that, you'd be better off talking to an attorney, just in case. The thieves were pretty badly injured. We see a lot of this, high-school kids breaking into homes over the summer, stealing what they can. They might want to sue you. You'd be surprised at how screwed up the legal system is sometimes. I can't tell you that the best thing to do would be to charge them with anything and everything you can, so you'll have some options to negotiate with. Your lawyer would tell you that."

They gave him a card. "Here's the number to call. Speak with your attorney. For now since you insist, we'll charge them with breaking and entering, as well as trespassing. You did tell them to vacate the premises, as I recall?"

Frank nodded, surprised at how helpful these guys were. He'd never badmouth a cop again.

They stood and told him to keep in touch. "Take care of whatever that is. It looks scary," the younger guy said, while Frank scratched at the large red hives that cinnamon always gave him.

Frank thought their advice was good. He called his attorney, who recommended him to another. After a five minute discussion on the phone, and giving his assistant his credit card number, Jeremy Wills, Esq. assured him that the perpetrators would be charged with anything and everything he could think of, once he'd spoken to the ADA.

Frank was at his doctor's office almost an hour early. He got the shot he needed and was home waiting for his wife when she arrived at three o'clock on the dot.

~ * ~ * ~

Of course, nothing's ever simple. There was a lot of whining and screaming on the part of the victims. They swore they'd been invited over by the wife. Of course Annie knew she was to deny everything. She admitted to knowing Bobby, but not the others. She told the police that she had mentioned, in passing, that she was gone every Friday, and she imagined that's why they chose that day. 

The fact that the three kids couldn't keep their story straight about why they were all three there, and what their intentions were, helped. Bobby was charged as an adult, while the other two were 17 and 16 years old. Their injuries were extensive, which was music to Frank's ears.

There were a lot of phone calls bouncing around, and the coincidence of Bobby screwing Annie, and then, less than a week later getting the shit beat out of him by Frank was hard to ignore. The day after Darren arrived back from his honeymoon, he showed up at Frank's door.

Frank invited him in, and offered him a beer.

"This is pretty fucked up, Frank. You went a little overboard, don't you think?"

"I don't know Darren. Why don't you send your wife over and I'll fuck her while you're in the room, and then you can tell me if I went overboard."

Darren realized that line of discussion wasn't going anywhere. The anger he felt at Frank's suggestion was murderous. He tried a different tack. "He's just a stupid kid. Shit, you put him in the hospital, and he's probably never going to be able to play competitive sports again."

"He's 18. If he's old enough to be practically raping someone's wife, he's old enough to learn the consequences. Consider it a cheap life lesson."

"Cheap? His life is ruined, Frank."

"So's my marriage. At least he lived to regret it. It was awfully tempting to use the bat on his head a little harder. Breaking into my house was pretty damned stupid. Not as stupid as fucking my wife, but close."

"Bobby says she invited him here. He was setup. You know they're going to put two and two together."

"Really? My wife invited him and his buddies over for a gangbang? Do you think anybody is going to believe that? What the hell is he doing calling a married woman anyway? Didn't anyone in your family teach the asshole right from wrong?"

"He fucked up. We know that. You went too far. You may have crippled him. He lost a testicle, damn it! You ruined any scholarship chances he had. This is going to cost my family a ton of money, and they didn't do anything to deserve that." Darren was growing exasperated. Sure, Bobby did wrong, but he was just a kid, still in high school. He didn't deserve what had happened to him.

"The only thing your family did wrong was forgetting to teach him not to fuck another man's wife, and not to brag about it afterward, especially not in public. Unfortunately, that's a huge fucking mistake. I'm tired of this conversation. Is there a point to this?"

"You need to drop the charges against him. That and pay his hospital bills after the insurance; my parents can't afford it."

"Sure, just send your wife over for me to fuck, and we'll call it even. I won't even insist on bringing two other guys over to make her airtight. Hell, she can even be drunk."

"Damn it Frank! This is not a joke. I'm serious."

"Me too, Darren. After I fuck your wife, wave her panties around in public, and brag about it, you tell me how I should behave. Until then, fuck you and your slimy family for raising an asshole punk like your brother."

"My wife's not a slut, asshole. Annie's the real problem—"

That was as far as he got before Frank turned the table over onto him, leaped over and punched him in the face before he could get up. Darren was on his back struggling to get out from under his chair and the table, until Frank started hitting him over and over. He lifted his arms to cover his head, helpless to stop the assault. 

When the punches stopped, he looked up at Frank with fear in his eyes. This wasn't the Frank he knew. He saw Annie standing to one side, quietly watching. She turned and grabbed the phone.

"Honey, should I call the police? Do we have another intruder? Why did he attack you like that?"

"I'll leave it up to you, honey. Why don't you bring me my bat while we decide?"

Darren tried to move the table again, and it earned him a kick in the ribs, until he let it go. "Don't, Frank," he pleaded. "This has gone way too far." He saw that Anne was talking on the phone, as she turned her back to him. He could hear her talking as she left the room.

"Jenny? We've got a problem here. Your husband came over and attacked Frank for no reason — Well, they started out talking, and then he punched my husband — Yeah, I was here, I saw everything — Listen, we've been friends a long time, I don't want to have to call the police, can you just come over and get him? — No, I don't think he's going to be in any shape to drive — Alright, ten minutes, I'll see you then."

She had the bat in her hand when he returned. "Let me, honey? I owe his family one, for nearly destroying my marriage." She winked at her husband. "I can always say that I found him hitting you, and took the bat to him to make him stop."

"Don't do this, Frank," Darren pleaded. "I'm sorry I said anything bad about Annie. Bobby fucked up, and I guess he's going to have to learn from this. We can stop it now, before it gets out of hand."

Frank turned to his wife. "What do you think, honey?"

"He was only trying to help his brother. They are family, after all. I'm sure he regrets attacking you. I think we can let Jenny have him, after she and I have a talk." She stood over Darren, waving the bat. "You know, your wife was the slut. She was still pulling trains over at Sigma Chi two years after we graduated. And she went there sober."

"Bullshit. She told me all about her past, and that crap stopped her junior year."

Annie laughed. "Of course it did. And she didn't blow the stripper at her bachelorette party, just like she didn't fuck your best man only hours before you got married."

Frank looked at his wife in surprise. "No kidding? She fucked Ralph?"

Annie shrugged. "That's the rumor. Pretty vicious things, these rumors."

"You're lying," Darren said, once more trying to push the table off of himself.

Frank grabbed the table and lifted it up, placing it upright again. "Hey man, sorry to hear that. Ralph, huh? He always was a pig. Not the smartest choice for a best man. I never would have thought he'd fuck a buddy's wife."

Darren stood up, and accepted a towel from Annie, to wipe the blood off of his face. "I don't believe it. She wouldn't."

Frank nodded. "Good choice. You wouldn't want to mess with Ralph anyway. He'd kick your ass. You're better off letting him continue to fuck Jenny. It's not that big a deal, right?"

Annie spoke up. "Cut her a break, Frank. Jane says he was blackmailing her. He promised it would end once she tied the knot. She was still single when she did it."

Darren had murder in his eyes. "He was blackmailing her? With what?"

"I think that's a conversation you need to have with your wife," Annie said. "I don't know all the details, just what's going around the rumor mill."

He stood his chair up, and sat down. "Fuck. How did everything get so fucked up?"

Frank got a new beer out of the frig. "Too many assholes screwing other men's women."

Darren turned to Annie. "You sure about this?"

"Of course not. I wasn't there. I'm sure that's what people are saying, if that's what you're asking. I suppose it could be a lie. You want I should call Ralph and you can ask him?"

"No fucking way. I need to hear it from Jenny. Then I'll deal with that back-stabber."

Frank laughed. "Just make sure you remember to pay his hospital bill afterward."

"Fuck you, Frank."

"No thanks. I think I'll take a pass on Jenny, too. I don't want to catch anything."

"When did you become such an asshole, Frank?"

"Let me think . . . Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure it was the night of your wedding. How about you?"

Any further discussion of the matter ended when Jenny arrived. Annie met her at the door, and walked her into the kitchen. "See, they're playing much better right now. Before you go, we need to talk. Some . . . things came up, that you should know about." 

The men drank their beers in relative silence, until the women returned a few minutes later. It was obvious that Jenny had been crying. "Let's go, Darren," she said, "before anything gets worse."

"You didn't, not with Ralph. Not on our wedding day," Darren said.

"We'll talk at home. This isn't the place."

"Just tell me that she's wrong. That you didn't fuck Ralph."

She sighed. "At home. Not here."

Darren was a broken man when he left the house. Frank closed the door behind them, and found his wife. "Did she really?"

"I don't know. It's a rumor. From her reaction, I think something happened."

"Shit. Now I feel kind of bad for him. How many other women we know are fucking around?"

Annie shrugged. "Statistics say about half. Rumors would suggest even more, but do we want to live our lives listening to every rumor?"

"What are the rumors about us?" he asked.

"I screwed up big time, at a wedding reception no less. Rumor has it that you're not the kind of person anybody should be messing with. And that I love you and regret what I did horribly." 

~ * ~ * ~

In the end, to avoid problems, Frank agreed to drop all charges, as long as they agreed not to sue him for their injuries. They pleaded no-contest to trespassing, with only a fine and probation for Bobby, while his friends had to do some community service.

When the papers were signed, two of them were still in the hospital. The kid who had been knocked out was the lucky one, with only a mild concussion and minimal injuries. Poor Bobby wouldn't be doing any competitive swimming any time soon, if ever. 

Coincidentally, Ralph ended up in the room right across the hall from Bobby. That had the rumors flying.

Things were still awkward in the Richardson household. Annie had been cleared of any STDs and was still playing the part of the repentant wife. She felt guilty at times for the beating that Bobby and his friends had received, but when she thought about him bringing two other guys over, she assumed to fuck her, she got over it.

They still had separate bedrooms, and although they could talk civilly to each other, things weren't what they had been. Not even close. The openness they had the day of Darren's visit was quickly a thing of the past.




Wife's Wedding Mis-Adventure



Two weeks after the home intrusion, Annie asked to speak with Frank after dinner. Once the dishes were clean, they retired to the living room, and she passed him the papers.

"I know you can't trust me, but I hope this will help. I want us to get past this, Frank, and you have to know I'll do whatever you ask. I screwed up, and I want to make up for it.

"You also should know that I've stopped drinking. Not a drop of hard liquor ever again. No more than one glass of wine or beer, and only with you. Not a single sip if you're not present. I don't ever want to get that drunk again."

Frank read the papers carefully, without discussion. He went back and read the first page again, which had most of what mattered, ignoring the secondary clauses about where it was legal, severability, non-waiver language and other such junk. "You're serious about this?"

"One hundred percent."

"I get one free pass?"

"One. Only one. Not a weekend, nothing like that. I hope you won't ever use it, but it wouldn't be fair if you paid the same price as me, without it."

"Nothing? The cheater gets nothing?"

"Nothing that the other person doesn't want to give them. Legally, they're entitled to nothing."

"Let me get this straight. If you cheat once, and according to this that means oral, anal or vaginal intercourse with anyone but me, the divorce takes effect immediately."

"No. The divorce papers are legally signed, and enforceable. We still would have to go through the 60 days waiting period. This just agrees to what the terms are, and are signed and witnessed. You would still have to have our attorney file them, if you decide that's what you wanted to do."

"And the same applies to me?"

"After your one free pass. Otherwise, it's 50/50. The details are all there."

"What's your thinking behind giving me a free pass?" Frank asked.

"It's not a free pass. Not really. I'm not saying you can go out there and screw anyone you want, with no recriminations. It means that if you slip one time, I can't file this for that reason. Only if you do it a second time. It also states, on the second page which you seemed to skim, that I have to tell you when you've used your free pass, so I can't wait until you've done it twice and surprise you with the contract." She looked up from her copy of the papers. "I'd be really pissed if you did do it more than once, and I found out about it. I don't know if our marriage would survive that."

She looked back at the paper. "Don't forget section nine. Rape doesn't count, nor does any action with written permission."

"You don't really believe I'm going to give you written permission to screw around, do you?" Frank snapped.

"Of course not. The lawyer insisted on it. He had all kinds of bizarre reasons, being in a coma, permanent physical disability, blackmail. I think it's bullshit, but then again, if we're never going to sign something like that, it shouldn't matter, right?"

Frank put down the papers. "This doesn't make things right, you know. You cheated on me, you lied to me, and you publicly humiliated me."

Annie nodded. "I know it doesn't. I don't know what will. I'm hoping this will start us on the road to recovery. I'm willing to see a marriage counselor if it will help. Just tell me what I have to do, Frank."

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this. It's like hanging a sword over our marriage. Without trust, what do we have?"

"You can't trust me right now, Frank. I understand that. I went against everything I believe in. I'd love you to be able to trust me again someday. When that day comes, if you want to burn that agreement, I'll be all for it. For now, it's a start. Please sign it, and say we can start over."

"What happens next, if I do sign it?"

She moved closer to him, putting her hand on his thigh. "I'm hoping you'll invite me to share your bed again, or at the very least, agree to letting me try to seduce you. I miss you, honey. I miss being with you." Her hand wandered higher, rubbing his thigh. "I want to make it up to you, but you've taken away my best weapon. Let me love you again, and I swear to you, you won't regret it. If you have any fantasies you've been thinking about, that don't involve bringing anyone else in our bedroom, I'm gonna do my damnedest to make them come true."

"I guess that means no Kate Upton," Frank said, grinning.

"No, but I'll wear a paint only bikini, do the cat-daddy for you, and you can even call me Katie while we do it." She laughed. "Kate Upton, really?"

Frank shrugged. "I always thought you looked like her. It would almost be like having twins."

She laughed. "Really? You think I look like her?"

"Only prettier," Frank said.

Annie stood up. "I think I'm going to take a shower, then get in our bed naked. If you sign those papers, you can do whatever you want with me."

"And if I don't?"

"You can do anything you want with me, but no Kate Upton."

Frank signed the papers, and he was impressed with his wife's 'Dougie'. Once Annie had spent a couple of hours proving that she would do anything for him, they showered together, and climbed back in bed. They fell asleep in each others arms. Frank woke in the night to find his wife crying beside him. He pulled her close. "What's wrong, Annie?" he asked.

"I was so afraid, Frank. Afraid I'd ruined everything, and that we'd never get to do that again. That I'd never fall asleep next to you. I'm so sorry."

"You certainly screwed things up. At least it's old news. Do you think 'holier-than-thou' Jane really had a gangbang with her husband's four brothers?"

"Only three of them. The youngest one was left out. I heard he's really pissed."

"And Tim's Sheila? I find that one hard to believe."

"Nah, that one's bullshit. Yeah, she danced with the guy, but she really was in the bathroom getting sick for all that time. Gina saw her. I don't think she'd cheat on Tim."

"Mmm. I think she said the same about you."

"She was right. Not sober I wouldn't. I'm a stupid drunk, aren't I?"

"Pretty much. You always got randy when you drank. I thought it was only for me."

"Sorry, baby."

He was half asleep when he heard her giggle.

"Go to sleep, Annie."

"Kate Upton?"

"A lot of men think she's sexy."

"Tell you what. If you ever get a chance to have sex with her, I want you to go for it. I won't even count it as your one freebie." She giggled again. "Would you really try to get her to do that stupid dance?"

"Go to sleep."

"I'm serious, honey. You get a shot at her, do it. Hell, you can even bring her home, and we'll do your twins fantasy."

"I'm going to sleep now." Frank conveniently forgot to mention that his cousin worked for Kate's PR team. Stranger things had happened. Right?

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~



Wife's Wedding



Lynn stood up again and Elliot took her place in the chair. She had me remove her panties then demanded that I put them on. She straddled his legs as I struggled to get into the tiny panty and once my little penis was tightly encased in her lace, I was told to kneel behind the lovers once again.

"Put my new husband inside me Jamie. I want to make love to my new man. I want him deep inside my unprotected tummy. I want his love inside my womb," she taunted.

I did as told and positioned his cock at the entrance of her vagina. Working his cock back and forth until finding her opening, I released his shaft and watched as she lowered her body onto his cock. Slowly he disappeared inside my wife until she sat snug atop his full sac. She had me reach around and feel her abdomen under her bustier. I felt the lump of Elliot's huge cock as she thrust him deep inside her uterus. She moaned loudly and told me to press harder and that I was massaging his cock as she fucked him.

Cum was dripping from my small penis and added to the wet spot inside her tight panties as I felt him fuck my wife. I absent mindedly kissed her bare shoulder as the two lovers locked their mouths together in a soulful kiss of love and I couldn't get over the fact that I was feeling his cock penetrate her tight belly.

Their lips separated and they whispered their love for one another as I felt her uterus contract and his cock throb. This was it. He was knocking my wife up. She shook violently, as did Elliot and I felt her tummy become hot as his potent fuck gushed into her accepting womb. They sat still for what seamed like five minutes and I just continued to massage the bulge in her warm sperm filled tummy as his sperm soaked into her belly. She turned to me and said.

"I'm pregnant now honey. My young lover just knocked up your little wife. In a few months, my tummy will bulge with another mans child and everyone will know that it's not yours. I'll tell them all how you helped me to get pregnant by massaging my tummy as Elliot's sperm filled it full."

She slowly stood allowing Elliot's softening cock to slip free of her pussy. She pushed me onto my back with a high heeled foot then straddled my head. I stared up into her moist distended vagina and watched as a contraction forced a drop of sperm out of her opening. She laughed as I attempted to catch it with my mouth and then squatted down so that I wouldn't miss any more of her young loves precious fuck.