69 comments/ 93571 views/ 24 favorites Better Than Me? By: magmaman After a dozen years of marriage, all the trappings of day to day life, the person that you live with is usually well known to you. There are few secrets, if any, unless perhaps it is unspoken fantasies of the mind. Every inch of Kat's body was well familiar to me, mine to her. Lord knows we spent enough time exploring, investigating each other. We have been in the bathroom together, of course we have. Not just brushing our teeth, either. Her reactions to anything that happened around us were familiar also. The clothing she preferred, even the food she prepared, all had the certain normalcy that one does not notice. What does get noticed is anything that is out of the norm, those tend to stick out. My work was fine, sure, more money would be nice but we didn't want for anything much. There was a fairly new ImpalaSS sitting in the garage, a nice little crossover SUV that Kat preferred. Kat would be best described as a good looking woman, not beautiful by any stretch of the imagination, rather simply attractive. Medium long sandy hair that she colored to a natural blond look, 5'5" tall and athletic. The mild sway in her back is sexy, her belly is flat as a pancake and she works to keep it that way. Why Kat picked me, I do not have a clue. One day late in our senior year in high school I saw her coming down the hallway, she smiled at me. The girls in our school really didn't smile at me much, in fact they didn't act like they even noticed me. Then later in the library she sat across from me at the table I was sitting at, and smiled again. Finally we were talking, she asked me if I would walk with her after school on the way home, so I did. We became friends, I asked her to the prom and she accepted, in fact she acted delighted. Some relationships come after a pursuit, with all of the wooing and everything that goes along with that. Kay and I more or less just drifted together. The Summer after graduation Kat and I were down at the park, one of those warm days. We had a blanket, a picnic basket, just a nice day out. She leaned in close to me to whisper. "I went on birth control pills two weeks ago." She told me with a shy giggle. Then she told me her folks were gone on a trip and her house was empty. In her bedroom, there was no trace of shyness, in fact, she was eager. I am sure my complete lack of experience showed, and when we were finally both naked on top of her soft bed she asked me to take it slow because she was concerned that it might hurt. But it didn't, not that I could tell. +++ I am barely 4 inches taller, also slender but just a guy. No big oversized muscles, no rugged good looks, I can mix into any crowd and vanish. Still, my position as a working warehouse manager keeps me in shape, heavy cartons are constantly coming in and out so the work is pretty physical. We had things, all the bills got paid and we even had enough left over to go out sometimes and splurge. A nice fancy dinner, then some dancing with a few drinks was the natural culmination of one of our evenings out. A few times it's a movie, we sit and hold hands during those. Kat likes the romantic comedies so I take her to see the new ones, once we went to one that was way beyond just titillation and had some rather explicit sex scenes. That one I really remember, her lips pursed and she was chewing on her lower lip in short order. After the movie we made it to the car out in the parking lot and her hand was down the front of my slacks before I could get the key in the switch. We didn't get caught but it was damned close. Usually though, it is a nice dinner, then some dancing to live music. Those nights normally ended with Kat and I spending time enjoying each other at home, those private times were something we both looked forward to. It was one of those evenings that I first noticed some slightly different reactions in my Catherine. Kat as I always called her, loved to dance. I could cut a rug pretty good myself but her energy level for that always far exceeded mine and I didn't mind if she danced with someone else. That was her choice, although I did expect men to be courteous and ask me first. The ones that waited until I was off to the restroom or up at the bar getting drinks just pissed me off, Kat discovered that about me very early on. I might not be an oversized jock type but I tend to make up for it by being fast and on the strong side. Just one time she got up and danced with some guy who did that. He was an aggressive type and resisted when I stepped out onto the dance floor to reclaim my wife. We had only been married for a few months at the time. I remember when Kat turned her head in surprise and realized I was upset, she instantly stepped back from the man. A couple of very big bouncers broke up the fight before it ever got settled. I had simply walked up to them and touched Kat on the shoulder, she turned and saw me, stepped back from the man with a confused look. "Hey, asshole, get lost." The guy told me. giving me a mean look. He apparently did not realize Kat was my wife and thought I was horning in on his action, either that or he figured he could just move in. He reached out to shove me which was a mistake. My first punch was slightly upward since he was taller than me, but it landed and we were instantly into a scuffle. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't know." She told me as we were rather pointedly ushered outside and I explained it to her. I do not like sneaky bastards that wait until a woman's date or husband is out of sight. To me, asking politely is a common courtesy. Perhaps I am silly about that, some people did tell me I was. But a man does not slip up and hit on another man's wife the moment he is out of sight. Not in my world. Kat never did that again. Instead she would either turn them down with a "No thank you." Or glance at me for a nod if whoever asked did first ask me for permission. So coming out of the bathroom and finding Rich Trippen sitting at our table talking to Kat was a mild surprise. I knew Rich from grade school when he was a bully, then high school. In grade school he delighted in taking me down and pinning me, bouncing me off my locker door just for fun, crap like that. I hated him back then, but he was enough larger than I was that any of my efforts to fight back just made things worse. He always acted better than any of us in high school, you know the type. The first guy with a car, always fancier than anyone else's. The guy with the prettiest girls in school, the guy on the football team at quarterback, the one who was on the basketball team that everyone passed the ball to. Class president? Of course. On our track team, Rich was the best high jumper, best broad jumper. The shot put, javelin? Yep, Rich won everything. What he could not do was stay ahead of me in the half mile or the mile run, I did the half in 2.00 minutes flat and a shade better if pushed, the mile in 4.40. In the dash it was not even close although there were a few others I couldn't quite beat in that event, and in the quarter mile run I was usually 40 feet ahead of him. I was normally that far ahead coming out of the first turn, then things were fairly equal. My legs were shorter but much faster, Rich was large and muscular and he had all that mass to get into motion. Rich was an easy 210 pounds to my 165. In high school I actually ate everything I could get down, trying to become bigger but nothing happened. Rich looked down on me in school, I took that to heart and did my best to avoid him. It was a mutual dislike for certain. The truth is he looked down on everyone, he had wealthy parents and the rest of us didn't. I guess the word is I didn't like him even now as an adult, the better than you attitude put me off. "Hello, Rich. What's up?" I asked as I got to our table. He was sitting in my seat, I reached out and put my hand on the back of it. A simple motion, just one that is intended to reclaim territory. "Oh, hey, Dan. I was just chatting with your lovely wife here, I was thinking perhaps she might save a dance for me later?" He did that not quite look at me thing he was so good at. A little bit like it was an irritant that I was there? Kat flushed mildly at his comment, her hand came up and brushed her hair back. I noticed that. "That's up to her and you are in my chair." I told him. "Oh. Sorry." He sat there for several long seconds before getting up, then he leaned down to Kat. "Later, Catherine. Save me a couple of slow ones, OK?" He gave her a big smile. Kat nodded, I noticed that, too. I didn't belt him but the thought crossed my mind. "What did that guy want?" I asked her after he had wandered off. "Nothing, he was just being nice and saying hi." "Uh huh." I nodded. My mind flashed back to Rich holding me pinned down back in seventh grade, all the kids gathered around laughing. Was Kat one of them back then? I didn't know. "What's the matter, honey?" Kat asked me, picking up on the far away look in my eyes. "Nothing." I told her. It was perhaps a half hour later Rich was back, he walked up to Kat and asked her to dance, holding out his hand like he expected her to get up. I didn't think she would, but she did. Perhaps since she knew him from high school also, she figured it was all right? That mildly irritated me. I sat and nursed my drink, watching them. He kept saying something, she kept laughing. He wasn't holding her overly close or anything like that, there was just something in their manner. Familiar? Perhaps that is the word? When the song ended, he didn't bring her back. They danced a second faster number, then another slow one. I now was feeling the flush of anger, just in time Rich brought her back because a fourth one was likely going to be enough to set me off. He thanked her, again not looking at me at all. "I don't like that guy very much." I told her. "I don't know why, Rich is nice and polite. Plus he is funny, too." "I would rather you didn't dance with him." Kat looked at me oddly. "What am I supposed to do, be rude to him?" She acted mildly irritated at that. That put a dampner on our night out. Rich didn't ask her to dance again that evening, which was probably a good thing. We went home, Kat drifted off to bed right away and was asleep when I went in there. Different than most evenings after we went out, but perhaps she was tired. I more or less forgot about it. +++ About a week later I was mowing our lawn when old man Henry from next door came out. "Was that your Corvette?" He asked me. "Corvette? What Corvette?" I asked. "Oh, I saw it in your driveway yesterday afternoon, I thought maybe you had bought one." "No, those are a bit out of my league." I looked at him confused, having no idea what he was talking about. "Pretty brand new red one." Henry muttered, then wandered off. I asked Kat as soon as I finished the yard and put the mower away. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Rich Trippen came by to show you his new car, he just got it I guess. I told him you were at work." "Rich Trippen? Here? To show ME his new car?" I asked. "Yes, that's what he said. I served him some coffee and then he left." I just looked at her. "He was only here maybe 15 minutes." She added that last part quickly, too quickly in my mind. Kat's face suddenly had an innocent look. I noticed that, too. I think my reaction showed in my face because later Kat came into the living room. "You know, honey? Rich told me he has always been jealous of you, you were the best in track and he said you were the only one he could never beat." "That guy is not jealous of me at all, and he won everything else. More likely he wants to get into your pants!" I blurted out. "Oh, honey. He isn't that way." "Yes. He is! I have known him from high school, he was always after all of the prettiest girls." "Well, that leaves me out I guess." "Bull shit, you are very pretty." I told her. "You are supposed to say that, you are my husband. But I doubt Rich is interested in me that way." "Uh huh." I probably sounded crabby, Kat went back into the kitchen. Rich Crippen, coming by our house to show ME his newest toy? Not bloody likely, of that I was sure but I bit my tongue. And Kat's comments did not ring quite true. The next thing I noticed was the caller ID, we have one of those hooked to the phone. I have a habit of checking the numbers, usually there are one or two calls. Kat's Mom often calls, a saleman, lord knows. Just one of my habits to check. After a full week with no calls at all I realized that Kat must be hitting the delete button. That meant she was keeping something from me. Of that I was sure, because I asked her point blank if she was deleting the calls. Kat admitted it but claimed all it was, was her Mother. "Why bother?" I asked her. "I don't know, I just did." But she suddenly acted nervous. That was something else I noticed. That was when I did something I am not real proud of. +++ I snooped, and in all the time Kat and I were together I never had. Not even to look in her purse, it was just the way things were. Kat would never dream of looking inside my wallet, I would never dream of snooping in her purse. If I needed something out of her purse like a credit card, I would ask and she did the same. That was unspoken, a tiny thing but a matter of total trust between us. In our basement was a phone jack but no phone on it, we had never bothered. I stopped at a local electronics store and bought a recorder. Kat also had a cell phone, nothing I could do about that but the only time she ever took it off the charger was when she went shopping. It only took me a few minutes to hook it up, now every single call that came into the house would be recorded. I knew better than to head down to the basement when Kat was home, I almost never went down there either. She would very likely notice that. But Saturdays she went shopping. Snooping on your mate is not a nice thing to do, you are supposed to just ask and get an honest answer. But I could see the signs of something and I was not sure what. It was the following Saturday before I was alone, as soon as she headed for the store I went down into our basement. Listening to her Mother drone on and on about everything under the Sun was boring, the next call was from someone urging us to vote on something. The offer of a free alarm system just for putting an advertising sign in our yard sounded like a scam to me. Next it was her Mother again, another 15 solid minutes of that. Sometimes I think that woman never stops to breathe. My ears perked up when I heard a man's voice, one I knew very well who it was. "Hi Catherine." That was Rich Crippen, plain as day. "I told you not to call me here. If Dan finds out he will be furious. I had to delete your other calls and Dan noticed that." Were the first words out of her mouth. "Catherine, I just wanted to hear your voice is all. Ever since that time back in high school I have been hung up on you, you know that." "That's all over, I am married for God's sake!" "That guy isn't good enough for you, I can give you things he can never even dream of." Rich told her. "You could have had me back then but you had to go running around all the time, what did you expect?" "All I know is dancing with you brought it all back, and when I was over there the other day..it was all I could do to not just take you right there on the carpet!" "You know very well we can't do that." Then Kat giggled. I would have expected her to be outraged at a comment like that. "Why not? I know you would like it and I won't tell your old man if you don't." Rich laughed like that was a neat joke. "Look, I have to go. We just can't, you know that, Rich." "I suppose, but I will never give up. You should be with me." "Rich, I am married now and perfectly happy. I will never be with you again." "Once was not enough, Catherine." He told her. "Goodbye, Rich." Kat hung up. I sat there for several long minutes. The word "again" was almost a shock. It was clear to me that my wife Kat had some things in her past I had no knowledge of. Like I mentioned, after years of marriage a man thinks he knows his mate very well, but that is not always true. Rich Crippen? The guy had always been a bit of a louse, now here he was sniffing around another man's wife? MY wife, in fact? And the comment of "Once was not enough?" Now that pissed me off. +++ I didn't bring up what I now knew, perhaps I should have. What I did do was continue to snoop, when there was an opportunity I went down and hit the play button on the cheap recorder. Over the next several days, there was nothing. Just the usual from her Mother, and the typical crap calls. Then Saturday after Kat had left for her usual shopping trip there was Rich's voice once again. "Hi, Kat. Hey, how about meeting me for lunch today?" He asked. "That's not a good idea." She told him. "Why not? Sally will be there, David also. We can catch up on things." "Sally? My God, I haven't seen Sally since 8th grade." Kat said. "Come on, join us. It will be fun." He told her. "OK, but just for lunch." Rich told her where, they hung up. Who in the hell were Sally and David? I looked at my watch, went out and jumped in the Impala. The cafe he mentioned had large front windows, I pulled in and parked around back. I saw a bright red Corvette parked right in front, Kat's silver SUV right behind it. Walking across the street, I could see easily into the place. There sat my Kat, right next to Rich. Two people I didn't know were in the booth right across from them, they were laughing and carrying on an animated conversation. I watched for about 30 minutes, then the waitress arrived with the check and Rich reached out for it. I had to step behind a large tree as they came out, the woman I took to be Sally hugged Kat, then the other man did also. It did hit me then, I remembered Sally from back in grade school but never paid any attention to her. As they walked away down the street Rich leaned in to Kat and said something, she shook her head. There was a moment of conversation, then Kat turned and walked down the street towards her car. Rich got in the Corvette and left with a roar, he seemed unhappy. I followed Kat at a distance, she pulled into the Safeway parking lot and went inside, so I drove back home. It had been nothing, really. Just a lunch and with some apparently old friends. And Rich Crippen. I half expected Kat to say something when she got home, with a half dozen large paper sacks. She didn't, and I was seething inside. I needed to say something, have it out with her but then she would know I had been snooping, following her. I must have run a full dozen scenarios through in my head but nothing seemed right. Instead, I kept it bottled up inside. +++ "What's that thing in the basement?" Kat asked me one afternoon when I got home from work. "What's what thing?" I asked, knowing very well what she was talking about but stalling for time. Obviously Kat had gone down into the basement for something. "It's a recorder, isn't it? You have been spying on me?" "Yes, it is. I wanted to know what you and your fucking boyfriend have been talking about!" I snapped, raising my voice. "I don't have a fucking boyfriend! I can't believe you would do something like that!" Kat raised her voice right back. "You were dating that jerk? I suppose you were sleeping with him, too?" Better Than Me? Kat's face flushed. "Danny, I went out with lots of boys before you and I got married, you know that." "Well, it could have been forever and not be Rich Crippen!" I yelled. "That was nothing, it was just the one time!" Her eyes screwed up, Kat looked like she was about to cry. "I don't like him, You should have told me." I said. "You haven't told me about all the girls you have been with. Besides, all of that was before, now it's just you and me." "Well, I don't like the idea of that jerk sniffing around trying to hit on my wife!" I did soften my tone, since she was correct. I had my own share of experiments with sexuality while growing up, not a lot and all insignificant. "I know, that's why I never said anything, I knew you would get mad about it. I just told him to leave me alone." I looked at her, she hadn't told him any such thing, not really. "What you told him was to not call you HERE! So where does he call you, on your fucking cell phone?" Kat flushed again and I knew. "So he has been calling, right?" "Honey, I just tell him to leave me alone." "How in the hell does he even have your cell number?" "My class reunion, they printed everyone's contact number on the flyer we got a few months ago. I gave them my cell number. That's how he got our address, too." "Then you slip off and have lunch with the asshole!" My voice was getting loud again. "I wanted to see Sally, that's all that was. But then after, Rich...he wanted me to go home with him. I refused of course." "That sneaky son of a bitch!" I retorted. "Danny!" Kat called out as I went out the door. +++ I hopped into our black Impala, it is the super sports model with the nice 303 horsepower V-8. I like that machine, it handles pretty well and will really scat if I wriggle my toes. Driving it calms me down, and right at the moment I needed some calming down. Discovering that your wife had an affair, sure, something from the past but with the one man in the world you don't want to be anywhere around her is tough to take. Silly again, but carnal knowledge is carnal knowledge and a real hit to a man's ego. Some faceless and nameless stranger from the deep past would be one thing, one that had been a constant irritant all through the early years is something else entirely. I was having an internal struggle with that. It didn't sound like anything was going on now, not really. But it was also clear that Kat had been talking to the jerk, and in such a way as to be behind my back. She should have been telling me all about it, and I was not sure why she did not. As I pulled off the main highway onto a section of roadway that is nearly always deserted, I saw a flash of red. A red Corvette! Rich Crippen. He was going the other way, and for an instant his eyes met mine. The tires on my Impala made a loud squeal as I turned around and put my foot down. I saw the red Corvette up ahead after about a mile. Why was I chasing after Rich? I don't really know, impulse I guess. I saw him look up at me in the rear view mirror and he took off. For the next couple of miles it took everything I knew to keep up with him, I did notice that he was over braking going into the turns and each time I gained back everything I lost in the straights. Then he took an exit, heading into a stretch I happened to know very well since it led down by a stream I went steelhead fishing in during the Winter. He was trying to leave me in the dust but I stayed right on his ass no matter what he did. We were getting further and further out into the countryside, I knew that just a mile or two ahead was a small town, mostly just a gas station and a couple of stores. I eased up off the gas, a couple of times we had hit close to 100 miles per hour. The Corvette moved far ahead and vanished around the next curve, when I came around it I was planning on breaking it off, turning around and going back home. Somehow chasing Rich Crippen and seeing that he could not really get away from me, even driving a superior machine made me feel better. Yes. Silly, I know. There sat the Corvette, pulled off into a convenience store parking lot. I pulled in right behind. "What in the fuck do you want, asshole?" Rich demanded when I got out. He was standing there with the door open, looking at me red faced. "Well, you have been bothering my Kat, so I am warning you. Leave her alone, don't call her, don't go near her." I said. I was standing right in front of him now. "And just what in the fuck are YOU going to do about it, pipsqueak?" He snorted. That was his favorite name for me back in high school. That was also as far as he got. They say the guy who lands the first punch usually wins a fight, and there is some truth to that. My first punch landed dead square on his mouth, his arms came up in an instinctive reaction and my second one landed in what was a surprisingly soft belly. There was a gust of air out of his lungs and he turned sideways, bending over to protect his stomach. I swung my right elbow around in a circle and caught him in the ribcage. Then he was down on his back against the open Corvette door and the cab of the machine with nowhere to go. I piled on top and used my fists and elbows on him, finally he had his arms up trying to protect himself, so I got up. I gave him a few well aimed kicks, now he was rolled up into a ball trying to cover himself. I stepped back and looked down at him. Rich Crippen, the school bully, laying there curled up in the gravel parking lot. Several years of torment, being treated like dirt all ended up right here. Hitting on my wife, knowing she was married and not caring? "Well, now you know what the fuck I am going to do about it." I told him. He didn't answer. "Come near Kat again and next time it will be one hell of a lot worse!" I told him. He sat there and looked up at me, I saw the fear on his face. "One other thing, you can't get away from me on foot either, because I can run you down from behind." I leered at him, he just lay there. "Nice car!" I reached out and patted the red paint, grinned at him. Then I walked back to my Impala, started the engine and drove home with a smile. I felt something, reached up and wiped my face, it came away bloody. I had no idea when that happened, he must have gotten a lick or two in but none of it had registered. Kat was sitting in the living room, she looked upset when I walked in. "What happened to you?" She asked. I went right past her, downstairs into the basement and unhooked the recorder. Back upstairs I made a show of dropping the thing into the waste basket. I went and sat down, looked over at Kat. "Now. You are going to tell me everything, got it?" Kat nodded. She did, too, and didn't pull any punches. There was just the one time back in high school, it was in the car and Rich had been insistant. She liked him, and finally gave in. But then she found out Rich was also messing around with several other girls at the same time, so she wouldn't go out with him any more. Then when he danced with her that one night, he was his usual funny personality and she had found the compliments flattering. "I don't know why, I just did." She said, catching my expression. "Back in high school, I thought I liked him. It wasn't until later when I found out what he was really like." "You should have told me." "I know but I was sort of ashamed of that? Besides, it lasted maybe 15 seconds is all. Then I noticed you and you were always so quiet and nice, I decided to try and find out what you were like." I didn't answer, just let her go on. "You were so different than Rich, I fell in love with you and I forgot all about him." But then he had started to call, and even though she had told him no he kept right on. She didn't know what to do about it, not really. She was afraid for me, since Rich was so much bigger and stronger. She was afraid I would get into a fight with him and get hurt. For some reason none of that upset me all that much. The truth there is that before does not matter, it is only after that does. "Rich Crippen will not be bothering you any more." I told her. "Why not?" She asked. "Let's just say he turned out to be not a better man than me, OK?" "He never was, honey." Kat told me. "15 seconds, huh?" I laughed. "If that. Now, let's go get you cleaned up and you can tell me what you did, your nose is bleeding." "It was nothing, it only lasted about..15 seconds." I grinned at her. Better than Milk I opened the fridge to get the milk out and I realized I'm out of milk. "Damn, I need to run to the store and grab some before I head to work!" So I scurried to the bedroom, take the damp towel wrapped around my moist skin and let it unravel onto the floor, slipped on a short skirt, bra and a blouse and buttoned it up. "Ooohh, underwear...gotta have that!" I went into my drawer to pick out panties and I forgot it's laundry day! "Fuck! Shit!...I guess no underwear to work today. I guess that will be my excitement for the day." I dried my hair quickly, applied makeup, slipped into mu high heels and grabbed my purse and out the door she goes. I walked fast, two block down, one block to the right to the grocery store and was praying that the wind didn't knock my skirt up for people to see. I walk in and I see Shane, the owner of the store, ringing up a customer's purchase. Shane is in his mid 50s, full head of hair, gray with a mix of brown. He is thin but toned. He always wears khakis, which are pressed and a crisp polo every day. As I walked by, I said hi to him, he looked up, smiled at me and winked, which is does to everyone. I head to the area where the milk was, opened the door and leaned down to pick up a half gallon on the bottom shelf. As soon as I got up, I felt a draft under my short skirt and I forgot I didn't have any underwear on! "Whoops!" I said under my breathe. I looked around to see if anyone saw my jewels. "Nope, whew!" I turned around and head back to the register. I arrived to the register and Shane is no where to be found. I put the milk down with a thud to get his attention. I waited a minute then I started looking around..."where is the hell is that man?!" I heard a noise in his office, which isn't far from the register so I bent down over the counter to see if I can spot him inside. "Hmmmm...I can't see the inside of the office". As I came back up, ready to holler his name, I felt a warm sweaty hand go up my short skirt and lightly grabbed my ass. At first, I panicked, thinking someone was robbing me but the touch pulled a rush over her. The hand squeezed the bottom of my ass, the thumb was almost touching my pussy lips while the other 4 were cupping my ass. I started to like it, I arched my back and I felt the other hand on her other ass cheek. Now, both thumbs were rubbing up and down my pussy lips and I can feel them swelling. "Hmmmm...this feels good!" I slid the milk aside, against the register and I bent down on the counter so the hands could touch more of me. My hard nipples pressed against the cool counter. I felt the skirt flip up, exposing my bare ass. Then I heard knees hit the floor and both thumbs spread my ass to show my pussy hole. I moaned at the idea of both holes being exposed to a stranger, out in public. My hands grabbed the edges of the counter and began thrusting back and forth. I felt the wetness of his tongue going in between the crevice from the top of my ass down to my pussy lips. I felt his nose and lips pressed deep inside me, his tongue circled around my widened pussy, both thumbs slid in my hole. I positioned my legs farther apart to let his hands know to keep going. The thumbs go in and out of my wet pussy while I swayed my hips back and forth and. The thumbs come out of my hot wet hole, the hands releases its grip from my ass and there was a pause. "That's it?! Noooo, please, I want more!" I thought. Just as I was getting ready to stand up, a hand touched my left shoulder and pressed down to keep me against the counter. I felt a hot and wet pressure sliding up and down in between my ass cheeks. I arched my back more and I brought both of my hands around and spread my ass cheeks for him. I heard a low moan from him, assuming that I gained his approval. I felt his hard cock enter my pussy slowly. My eyes close to embrace every inch of him going inside me and coming out, back and forth repetitiously. He picked up the pace, he placed his hands on my arms while I spread my ass wider. He took one finger, wet it and started circling around puckered ass. He slowly poked his finger inside her tight hole as he fucked her. The idea of being fucked in the pussy while a finger moved in and out of my ass felt exhilarating. I envisioned two cocks, one in my pussy and one on my ass thrusting inside of me at the same time. He added another finger inside her ass. The added pressure made me lean my head back and let out a moan. He grabbed my long brown hair with his other hand, while he fingered my ass and fucked me with his hard cock at the same time. His thrusts became deeper. "Fuck! I want more!" I took one of my hands, took a finger and stuck it in my ass, joining the 2 fingers that were already inside of me. He leaned in, while yanking on my hair and whispered "I want to fuck you in the ass". "Oh my God, yes" I moaned. So he took my finger out, his, pulled his dick out of wet pussy and gently glided it inside my hot tight ass. "Yes!" I screamed lightly. He put both of his hands on my hips, grabbed tightly and started fucking me harder and harder, his balls banging against my swollen clit. I started to moan softly and it became louder and louder. All the sudden, the thrusts became rougher, edgier and his hands tightened on my hips. The excitement was building up. "Fuck me harder" I said sternly. A few hard thrusts, he came inside me. He pulled out of my worn hole and pinched my punished ass cheeks. I laid there on the counter to catch my breath for a few seconds. I lift myself from the counter, turns around to see who it was and he was gone. I got up, laid my skirt down and straightened my hair and shirt. Shane walks in from the office looking at me with concern. "Are you ok, Sarah?" "Yes, I just slipped and fell but I'm ok." As I straighten myself, I peek at Shane. He looks "normal". He doesn't look sweaty, his pressed pants are zipped and buttoned neatly so there is no way that he could have dressed himself that fast. I look around the store and no one is in the store. I pay for the milk and head back to my apartment confused yet feel amazing. My ass and pussy lips are swollen and the feel of them rubbing against each other just reminds me of wanting more of this incredible stranger. Better than Mommy? Nicky and John were at the supermarket picking up a few things for the weekend. It was late in the evening after both had gotten back from work. As they shopped the produce aisle John immediately remembered the conversation from a week ago comparing the size of a man's cock to a cucumber. Nicky was always intrigued at the idea of what it might be like having such a huge hard thing like that in her. The conversation that day progressed to the point of me suggesting the idea of using it in her ass. Nicky loves anal sex and John got hard just imagining what it would be like seeing her cute rear end getting something that big. It would be completely unreal to see his loving wife's rectum wrecked by the enormous produce. Now here we were in the produce aisle walking past the cucumbers. John suddenly stopped and started looking through them sorting the various sizes and shapes. It took a while to choose one. When he did he locked eyes with Nicky and grinned. She didn't move or react at all other than to visually inspect her self when John bagged it and dropped it into the basket. It was beastly cucumber close a foot long John was guessing and thick. Thick enough that even with John's large hands it was impossible to wrap his fingers around the thickest part of the vegetable. It was covered in thick knobs along its entire length. Neither Nicky nor John spoke a single word to each other the rest of the time in the supermarket. The trip home was equally silent building the anticipation between. As soon as they got home they heated up dinner and chatted like nothing had happened. John made sure he set the cucumber on the counter near the table. Nicky wasn't saying anything but her eyes kept wandering to the monstrous fruit. When dinner was over John changed into a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt then sat down in front of the television. It was Thursday night so Bones was just coming on. Nicky hadn't moved from the table. She was just hypnotized by the vegetable. Without thinking about it Nicky started pumping her legs back and forth trying to catch enough friction to dull the growing ache between her thighs. That didn't work, not as planned. It just spread the warmth around and made it impossible to ignore her arousal. Unable to take it any longer she walked over to John and knelt down in front of him. "So what did you have in mind with that cucumber?" She blurted out unable to conceal her arousal. "I think you know. We've talked about it enough," John answered. Nicky smiled. "Now?" "Yeah," John replied. "Why not? Go change. You know what to wear." Nicky got up and headed to the bedroom. Five minutes later she had on a mockery of a Girl Scout uniform. A brown skirt that didn't cover the ripe half moons of her rump. A vest that only framed her voluptuous chest and a sash decorated with merit badges for cock sucking, stripping and dirty talking. She bit her lower lip as her husband inspected her. "Damn." Nicky sank to the floor at John's feet in the position he like most, with her ass up in the air ready for a thorough fucking. The sight of her in that position sent a rush of blood to John's cock. John grabbed the cucumber and carried it over to Nicky. Then he surprised her by handing her a stick of butter. "You might want to give it a nice thick coat since it needs to slip into such a tight little hole." John smiled and stepped back. John sat on the sofa while she rubbed a good amount of butter along the crack of her ass. Using her fingers she spread it around until she was comfortable that she was lubed enough to handle the task at hand. Finished with that Nicky pushed one finger in through her anal hole working some inside. A second finger joined the first prying her hole open so she could shove some of the melting butter directly into past her sphincter. Nicky then lubed up the cucumber wiping over its entire length making sure the whole thing was well coated. She was being so careful too, so as not to get any on the floor. Nicky took her time lubing the cuke and watching the expression on John's face as she stroked the enormous phallus. His left foot started twitching a sure sign that he was loosing control. John was getting anxious to see her fuck her ass. "C'mon Baby Girl, push that big thing up your ass. Daddy wants to see his Little Girl's asshole stuffed." "Yes Daddy," she replied in a soft sexy whisper. Nicky just loved to role play and amongst her favorites were pretending he was her father. For some twisted reason John could never fathom it turned him on like nothing in the world. Nicky placed the tip of the huge cucumber against her tight asshole. As large as it was, it looked even bigger now that it was between her ass cheeks. She began pushing and wiggling it around attempting to stretch her anal hole open so she could slide it in. She was pushing slightly then wiggling it again, and then applying more pressure to it. "UGhhhhhh," she groaned. The tip had widened her hole enough for it to enter. John had one hand in his pants not stroking his cock but just holding it. "That's it Baby. Looks like you got it started," John excitedly commented. She began pushing a little more. John watched his wife twist, pump, force and jam the cucumber trying to get some in. About an inch was in her ass making her anus stretch wider. Then she screwed and pushed and her tight hole opened almost to the thickness of the huge cucumber. John could see her asshole gripping the huge invader. Without a doubt that was biggest thing ever to invade Nicky's bowels. She continued working it deeper taking another inch. "Ohhhhh, Daddy.... it's so big," she grunted. "Yes Baby, I know," John replied. "But you look like such a filthy slut fucking yourself like that." Unable to control himself John started stroking his cock. Watching his sweet darling little girl acting like a whore was an incredible turn on. "Keep going Babe. Stuff that hot little ass for me." Nicky groaned as she pushed on the end of the cucumber forcing more into her tight little bottom. "Oh my God Daddy...," Nicky moaned in a desperate voice as it slowly traveled deeper into her rectum. "IT"S SO BIG..." John crawled over to Nicky and slapped her ass. "C'mon you nasty little whore. Show me what you can do." Then kissed her soft ass cheeks. "Oh Daddy, I feel so dirty like this. It's fucking enormous! It must be like fucking a goddamn moose!" Nicky gently pulled on the cucumber and part of it backed out of her hole. As she did, her anal ring gripped the cuke. It was by far the nastiest sex act John had witnessed. There's just something incredibly hot about a beautiful asshole getting stuffed and stretched to its limits. Nicky then pushed it back in to about the same point, taking half of the cucumber again. "That's it Baby Girl. Fuck your ass. Fuck it for Daddy." Nicky was an obedient girl, she slid that huge cucumber back and forth through her asshole. After a while she picked up the pace and was stuffing her hole pretty hard. John reached up and pushed her hands out of the way lightly growling, "Daddy wants to fuck your tight little ass. I want to be the on shoving this into your guts." John set the palm of his hand against the base of the cucumber and gently started pushing. "You're fucking slut you know? How many girls shove cucumbers up their assholes? How many do it with their own fathers?" "None. Not one girl I know would let her Daddy watch her be such a slut. I just can't help it Daddy. I can hear you and Mommy through the walls and I just ooooh, I just touch myself. I can do anything better than she can Daddy." John felt his heart skip a beat. "Really? How about showing Daddy how you can take the whole thing?" John waited to see her reaction. Nicky's eyes lit up with the combination of fear, lust and excitement she always got when he challenged her. "Oh Daddy! It's HUGE!" She moaned. The important detail was she didn't say no. "C'mon Baby... you can do it," John coaxed. "You're mother would at least try." "All of it Daddy?" Nicky asked looking over her shoulder into John's eyes. She loved when she saw the hunger in his eyes that she'd created. It was what she lived for. After a moment pretending to think about her options she nodded. "All of it. I want to see the whole thing buried in your bum." John took her hand. "We'll do it together, okay? All the way in." "Ok Daddy. Be gentle." Still holding her hand John began pushing. The cucumber began going in deeper and deeper. "OOOOUuuuuuuuuu, Daddy!!!" John continued pushing steadily jamming the vegetable past her rectum. Inch by inch Nicky's greedily gaping asshole swallowed the cuke. "Baby, you should see this. What a nasty little ass. I love that my Baby Girl is a hot little anal slut." Less than an inch left still lingered outside Nicky. Her asshole was actually closing up as the phallic vegetable narrowed towards its end. "Almost there. You do the rest. Shove it in your ass." Nicky placed her thumb on the tip. She pushed. She let out a deep grunt, as there was a lot of resistance. Nicky was moaning, grunting trying her best to make her ass completely accept the enormous cucumber. "Don't stop, shove it all in. Remember, you're a slut and you love having your ass filled." John was breathless from the sight. Nicky gave one final push, gasped almost frantically and it was gone. Her puckered anal hole closed up tight and the whole cucumber was stuffed inside her gorgeous bottom. For a moment John was speechless. He hadn't actually believed she'd manage it until then and now it seemed impossible. She'd shoved at least nine inches, maybe more he'd make sure to measure it once it was out of her, into her bottom. "Goddamn," His voice hushed from awe. "You nasty little slut. You took the whole thing. It's all in your ass. I can't believe you stuffed your tight little shithole like that." Nicky was breathing heavily trying to explain how she felt. "Oh Daddy my ass. It's full." Right in the middle of our living room floor John eased Nicky onto her back. She was moaning to me how full she felt. "Daddy, I don't know if I can hold it. It feels like I have to go." "Just hold it in Baby," John barked. "I'll try Daddy, I'll try," she whimpered in obvious discomfort trying to keep the big cucumber in her rectum. "You'll do it Baby." John put his middle finger on her tight anus. It was difficult for him hard to believe that right on the other side of her cute little pucker was a ten-inch huge vegetable buried in her ass. He'd been inches away watching it happen but it seemed like a trick. John pushed his finger against her hole easily sliding past the ring of muscle. He could feel the cucumber, all of its bumps and ridges grinding inside his wife. It was really there. With the massive vegetable there was hardly any room at all for his finger. "You feel that Baby? You feel my finger against that cucumber you nasty slut?" She couldn't form words that point so her response came in the form of a long moan. "Okay Nicky. I guess we need to empty that ass, huh?" "Yes. Please," she managed to answer. "Here's what you do. Just squat and force that cucumber out of your ass." It was like shitting in while he watched. John could see the color rise in her cheeks at the thought of such a humiliating act. Accepting her fate Nicky gripped her ass and squatted in front of John whose hand was still stroking his rigid cock. "God you've got a great ass." John stared lustfully; first her rectum began heaving as if trying to open. It was like Nicky was taking a dump right on the living room floor. "That's it Nicky," John coaxed," empty that cute little ass." Nicky nudged his hand away from his cock and wrapped her lips around it sucking gently. A deep breath and she slid his cock down her throat without any hesitation she relaxed and spread her cheeks some more. Her asshole began opening and stretched wider and wider. For a moment it was gaping John could only see a black hole which was a good explanation for where the massive cucumber had gone. Suddenly the tip appeared and her hole spread wider and wider until the full thickness of the vegetable emerged and had her anal ring straining. "Daddy! It's too big." She managed to force the words out along John's cock. Strings of saliva ran from her chin to his glistening dick. John was gasping out in amazement. "Oh Nicky your ass. You got that thing in your shitter!" It was mind boggling that something that huge could be inside his wife. "Good girl." John commented. The cucumber started sliding faster. It was coming out with little effort now. Then in an instant it just dropped from her hole. It took a moment for Nicky's ass to close back up since her anus had been stretched so wide. For John it was the sexiest thing he'd ever witnessed. Nicky slumped to her hands and knees on the floor, and then she just sprawled out. She was exhausted. John picked the cucumber up and placed it on Nicky's chest between her breasts. "Look at that, you filthy slut. That was in your ass." John stood over his wife and started stroking my cock. Nicky was watching was watching. Even as exhausted as she was she was still excited that she was going to get my cum. "Fuck, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen!" John gasped aiming his cock down toward Nicky. Cum started shooting out, the first spurt hit right in her face splattering her nose and left cheek. Then another thick glob burst from his cock and landed on the cucumber. Adjusting dribbled out sprinkled on her face and neck. Once John's orgasm had passed he sank to his knees beside his wife and knocked the cucumber away. Nicky didn't move a muscle. Only her breasts moved with each breath she took. "You're a filthy little girl, do you know that?" She smiled. "Better than Mommy?." Nicky's voice only an octave above a whisper. "Way better." Nicky surged up with energy she didn't know she had and kissed her husband.