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Cheating Wives

By: Aussie_Teacher



This story is mostly fiction but there are a few small bits that come from facts from my past. You can decide which parts are real etc.

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I had been married for a number of years to a woman that demanded everything of me and returned little. She would at times appear so loving toward me publicly but once we were alone she would change into a cold and heartless woman. No one ever believed me when I told them just how little sex we ever had, as she was the sort of woman that attracted guys easily with her looks and figure. Everyone assumed she was the hottest woman around and many a person would tell me how envious he or she was of me.

When we first met she was so different toward me and little did I know that things were to change so drastically just a short time after we married. It was not a sudden thing that would have set off alarm bells in my head, but looking back on things now I realize that she had a plan and I was part of it. After the honeymoon she said she wanted to take time off from working so she could devote herself totally to me, and this made me so happy that I accepted very easily. By the end of our second year she was dropping hints how I should get a better job as I was capable of doing so much more and we could have an even better life.

The more I changed jobs to better paid positions, the more she would comment on how proud she was of me, but it also meant I spent less time at home as I had to travel more as well as work longer hours. Don't get me wrong, at the time I was happy, as we seemed to be acquiring all the comforts of life. The only problem was that when she asked me for sex I was too tired, or else when I was in the mood, she would either 'have a head ache' or be off at some dinner party with her friends.

I never thought for one minute that there was anything going on at home with her or that she was possibly cheating on me as even though the sex was great, when we had it, and she seemed to try and please me, she had always maintained from the first time we met that she was not 'into sex' in a big way and she only really had it to please me. That was until the day my work took me into town for a business meeting.

We had just closed a major deal and were heading off to the local club to have a few drinks and celebrate and as we were approaching the entrance a couple walked out of the club and went in the other direction. I did not see them at first and only looked when one of the new younger guys in the company made a comment about how hot and sexy the girl was. I looked around and saw them. They each had an arm around the others waist, but the guy had his down very low and looked like he was having a good 'feel' of the woman's exposed butt.

The woman certainly looked hot, if not a little 'sluttish' with the way she was dressed, or should I say 'almost dressed'? She had on only what appeared to be a bikini top as all I could see was a tiny string at the back, and she was wearing the tiniest skirt I had seen in ages. The guy seemed intent on letting everyone who followed see her arse as he playfully lifted the skirt to reveal her almost naked arse and I could just make out the smallest of G-Strings underneath. I agreed with the others that she looked hot, but also said she was a bit of a cheap slut to be prancing around in public dressed like that.

We stayed at the club for about two hours and were about to return to work when the big boss said we could all take the rest of the day off for having done such a great job. The rest were happy to spend the day at the club but I thought it would be a great chance for me to spend some quality time with my wife, as we had not seen much of each other in weeks. When I arrived home I drove into the garage and was a little surprised to see that her car was not there, but guessed she was out shopping or maybe even at her mothers for the day.

It was another two hours before I heard her car pull in and as she walked into the room she called out and asked why I was home so early as this had never happened before. I began to explain about the closing of the deal and the boss giving us the day off as she walked around the corner and into my sight. My mouth stopped in mid-sentence as my eyes looked up and saw what she was wearing. A small bikini top and a micro mini skirt exactly the same as the 'slut' we had seen earlier in the day.

"Where have you been?" I asked, "and how long have you been dressing in such a revealing way?"

"What this? A few of the girls invited me to go to a pool party when we were in town and as I did not have a costume they suggested I buy a new one and wear it home to surprise you. Do you like it?" she replied, as she paraded around for me to have a good look.

"Where was the pool party and who else was there?" I asked trying not to sound worried.

"You know Mary, it was at her place a few blocks from here. And it was mainly just a group of us girls. More like a hen's party as one of the girls is getting married next week," she answered.

"I thought you were at your mothers or maybe in town shopping today" I quizzed her.

"No, not today. I have been at Mary's for the entire day apart from going to the post office in town. Why do you say that?" she asked.

"Well, it is just that as we were about to reach the club in town we saw a couple walk away and the girl was wearing an outfit that looked identical as the one you are wearing!" I exclaimed.

"If you don't believe me then ring Mary, she will vouch for me. Anyway, this outfit is the latest fashion and I presume there are hundreds of girls getting around in the same sort" she chided me as she walked away and said she was going to change.

I told her I was going to take a shower so I followed her to the bedroom to change and could not help but feel the rage build when she dropped the skirt and I saw she was wearing the tiniest of G-Strings, just like the 'slut' near the club, and it was the exact same colour. The more I asked her about her events of the day, the more angry she got until I decided to leave it alone for the time being. As she put it, 'this is a matching set, so I guess every other girl wears the same sort of G-String as well'.

I did not ask again, but I did not forget it either. For the next week or so I brooded over the matter and decided to check on a few things quietly. I ran into Mary's husband one day in town so I asked him if he was home when the girls had their little pool party and he replied that he had been unaware of any party, but also admitted that he had been out of town for a few weeks on business so maybe she forgot to tell him. I found reasons to ring home a few times as well and was annoyed that she was rarely ever there when I called. Every time I mentioned it to her she would say things like 'yes, I was at mothers today, or else she and the girls were having lunch'. This just made me more suspicious as I was sure she must be up to something.

To put my fears to rest I did not tell her, but I arranged to take a few days off work so I could quietly check on her and what she did with herself for the day. I still followed my usual routine and had breakfast, read the morning paper, then kissed her goodbye and said I would be home around 8pm, and I got in my car and drove away. Instead of going to the office I parked the car in a secured parking lot and then rented a cheap insignificant little car so I could drive around without fear of her or anyone else knowing it was I. I returned to our street and parked a few houses away and waited.

The first day she left the house about an hour after I got back there and I followed her to the shops she normally went too and after an hour she returned to the car with a trolley of groceries and returned home where she did not leave for the rest of the day. I swapped back to my car and returned home that night and when she asked what my day was like I replied it was uneventful. The second day she again left the house but this time she went to her mother's for a few hours and then to one of her girlfriend's houses for an hour and returned home once more.

On the third day I arrived near our house about 2 hours after I had left and she did not seem to be going anywhere at all. I knew she was home as I saw her go to the mailbox just as I arrived and she retrieved the mail. She was still wearing the same night coat as she had on when I had left and I presumed she was just having a lazy day at home. I left around lunchtime and went to a small bar for lunch before returning to watch the house, and by about 3pm I was feeling like such an idiot for doubting my wife in such a way.

At 4:30 I decided to return the hire car and give up my foolish quest to catch her out, as I knew the skimpy outfit she had was just a coincidence. I turned the engine on and as I was about to pull away from the kerb when our front door opened and I saw him. It was the same guy we had all seen near the club. He held my wife tight as he gave her a kiss and his hands grasped her arse. I grabbed my cell phone and called the house and after much time she seemed to tell him to go and she went inside and answered the phone.

"Hi, what took you so long to answer?" I asked. "The phone almost rang off the hook and I was about to hang up," I half laughed.

"Sorry, I was busy out the back and almost did not hear it ring. I had to run to get it in time" she replied.

"No worry, I thought maybe you were out or even had some of your friends over and was busy," I said without trying to sound concerned. "So what have you been doing with yourself today baby?" I asked.

"Nothing much. Mainly just lazing around and watching the TV Soaps, why do you ask?" she answered.

"No reason, I was just feeling a little horny and thinking about you and decided to see how you were. I'm thinking about knocking off early so I can have supper with you tonight. Have any plans?" I lied.

"That will be nice, so what time can I expect you," she inquired.

"Actually I will be there in about 5 minutes. I just got off the train as I had to put the car into the shop for a tune up etc so rang the boss and said I had met a potential client and would not be back to the office" I again lied.

I waited for maybe 5 minutes then got out of the car and walked to the house and entered. She was about to walk up the stairs and I guess she was going to try and take a quick shower to clean herself before I arrived, so I followed her to the bedroom and started asking about her day and if she had missed me much. She seemed very nervous as she gathered clean clothes and was heading to the shower when I grabbed her and told her not to bother as I was in the mood for some fun and she was wasting her time showering, as she would be getting dirty very soon. She tried to argue with me but I said I insisted and did not want to wait.

Pushing her gently back onto the bed I pulled her nightgown open and as I suspected she was naked beneath. Quickly stripping my clothes off I lay on top of her and began to kiss her and the scent of another man's cologne was very strong. I kissed my way down to her breasts and saw the first proof, I small bite on her left breast, but I said nothing at that stage. All the time she was protesting that she felt dirty and wanted to freshen up for me as her body had been sweating from all the hard work she had been doing that day around the house.

Not letting her have her way I continued my travels until I reached her shaved pussy and was taken aback as she had never shaved it before as she said she wanted to keep some hair on it. I asked her how come she had shaved it and said it was to make me happy. I knew she was lying and as my mouth neared her pussy she again tried to protest and struggle free from me.

"You sure are sweaty dear, your pussy is the worst, it is almost like you have just had sex with the musty smell down here. Have you been a naughty girl today?" I demanded. "Don't lie to me, tell me the truth!" I demanded.

"Don't be silly, you know I would never cheat on you dear. I told you I have been busy around the house all day and worked up quite a sweat. That is why I wanted to shower and get clean for you" she tried to lie.

"Hmmm, that's a shame really. You know I have never told you this but I have had a fantasy for some time about sharing you with another guy or even taking you after another guy has filled your pussy full of his seed. I don't know why, but it makes me feel so excited, but I have always been too scared to tell you in case you thought I was a pervert or such" I tried to trick her.

"Well that is a surprise. I would never have guessed. I don't think I could ever let another guy touch me as I love you so much" she answered.

"Well it doesn't matter I guess, as long as I have my fantasy I can always pretend that you have a secret lover who visits you during the day while I am busy at work!" I answered, much to her surprise.

"What do you mean by that? Are you accusing me of cheating on you?" she almost choked as she spoke.

"Well I have been sitting in a car across the street most of the day and I saw your little friend leaving not so long ago so it is no use trying to lie any more!" I growled at her as I rolled her over and told her to get on her hands and knees.

"And you still want me after seeing him leave, and I guess you saw us at the door then"? She almost cried.

"It is not a matter of still wanting you, it is a matter of I may as well get one last fuck before I leave you!" I laughed as I rammed my cock hard and deep into her arse without warning.

"Fuck! What are you doing? That's my arse!" she screamed.

"Yes I know! I feel like you have been fucking me up the arse for a long time without any warnings, so I want you to know how it feels!" I growled as I ground my cock deep into her.

From the dryness of her arse it was evident that she did not let the other guy fuck her there either and it was a small comfort to know that it was not just me that could never enter there. She tried hard to pull free of me as her screams of terror and pain turned into tears and whelps of hate and disgust for me. I wished at the time that I could last a long time and give her as much pain as possible, but the fact was her arse was so tight it just made me cum even quicker then ever in her pussy. I emptied my built up load deep into her bowels before getting up and going for a shower.

When I returned she was still in the same spot, but laying face down on the bed and crying her eyes out. She was expecting that a few tears and such would tweak my guilt but I had so much pain and anger inside of me that I was glad to see her suffer in such a way.

"You can turn off the water-works now and tell me how long this has been going on for!" I coyly spoke to her as I went about dressing.

"You must believe me darling, this is the first time it has happened. I don't know what came over me, really. He is a friend of Mary's that I know and he dropped by to see if I was going to her place for a swim. When I said no he insisted and started making comments about how hot I looked in my G-String and after I blushed a few times and told him to stop, as I was a married woman, he said he had lusted after me since he first saw me. I tried to tell him to stop but he kept going and before I had a chance to move he grabbed me and started kissing me. I tried to fight him off but my pussy was weak and before I knew it I was responding to his touch. I promise you this has never happened before and it will never happen again!" she cried.

"That is so strange as I recognized him as the guy outside the club that was playing with your almost naked arse and showing it off to the whole world, and you certainly did not try and stop him that day either!" I yelled at her in disgust, "you are nothing but a lying and cheating slut!" I added, as I grabbed some clothes and threw them into an overnight bag and walked out the room.

I booked into a cheap hotel for a few days and rang her and said I would be back for my things as soon as I found somewhere more permanent. She tried to plead with me to come back and she would change and she would never do anything like that again. I knew 'once a cheater, always a cheater' but I played along with her little lies and said maybe when I cool down I will change my mind, but I needed a few days to get my head clear. She said she understood how I must have felt and she would be waiting for me and she would prove that she could be faithful and loving and she hoped I could eventually trust her again.

The next morning I was contemplating on going back to work again but then decided against it and thought maybe a few days away in the mountains fishing would do me good. I returned home to get my fishing gear, and instead of parking in the garage I left the car on the street so I could just get my gear and leave right away. I opened the front door and she did not seem to be at home. I went out back and got my gear and then went upstairs to get my old fishing clothes as the night before I had only taken 'good clothes' with me. As I approached our bedroom I heard them talking.

"So, do you think he will come back to you again?" the guys voice spoke.

"Of course he will. He is such a wimp and so easy to twist around. He will come back almost begging for me to take him back in a few days. He is just off sulking for now!" she laughed.

I pushed the door open to be greeted with a view of his naked arse as he ground his cock deep into her pussy from behind.

"That's what you think slut! This creep can have you all the time now! I'm out of here and you will hear from my lawyers soon!" I growled as I grabbed my things and left the room.

I still had my few days' away fishing in the mountains, but once I returned I called my lawyers and started divorce proceedings. She lied pretty well and told everyone I treated her badly and never paid her any attention. Most believed her and the more she fought, the more I just wanted it over. I almost gave up totally and gave in to her demands and she took the house and almost everything else. Well all but the small stash I had put aside that I was saving up for a world cruise the following years that she did not know about.

Over the next few years I got back into the dating scene, but it seemed that every woman I met was intent on 'ruling me' or else just out for an easy ride in life. It seemed that I was fated to be single, and after two different women tried stealing from me and one tried to blackmail me for something that was false, I was fast getting to the stage where I did not trust women, and certainly did not need one in my life. I had even half seriously told friends that even a prostitute would not be considered, no matter how horny I felt as I could no longer trust women.

For the next few years I tried to lose myself in work and after saving a few dollars I decided to take an overseas holiday. I had never been abroad and at first it was rather scary, but once I came home again I had the sudden desire to do a lot more travel. The only thing was, I did not have the ready funds to do much at all. That was when I read an advertisement for people to go to China to teach English in schools. Everything was provided from accommodation to Visa's and even though the money was not great compared to back home, it would give me an acceptable standard of living in a much poorer country.

As a person who was born and raised in a so-called 'civilized country', China was a cultural shock at first, but after the first few months I had settled into my new way of life and was starting to enjoy myself more then I had in years. Many of the Chinese teachers would come and visit me after work or else invite me out to a meal or home for a meal with their families. The more I explored the local surroundings the more people I met that were seeing me around the place and eventually even some strangers would come and try and talk to me when I would go to places like KFC etc. It seemed that once they knew you were a regular, they all wanted to practice their English skills or else improve them. 


Cheating Wives: A



Shgufta was friend of my wife. I had never met her, Shagufta, until we ran into each other at the mall. She was wearing a black Shilwar qameez suit, which displayed her feminine charms to good advantage. I could not take my eyes off her as I realized that she turned me on quite a lot in that first meeting. This realization was both arousing and disturbing. After all, she was not just any other woman, but friend of a wife.

Shagufta and my wife spent a lot of their time with each other, going shopping together, to the beauty parlor and to occasional social functions. Shagufta was better looking than my wife, if you went by the usual standards of beauty.

I had kept my eye on her from the first day we met. To be in bed with her was my dream, but through all the daydreaming and wishful thinking I was well aware of the fact that it would remain just that – wishful thinking! She had an unblemished reputation, and it was very obvious that she absolutely adored her husband. But I was still waiting with hope for the right moment. I had masturbated many times thinking of her, and many times I had fanaticized that I was with her even while I was fucking my own wife. Shagufta was a conservative, shy, housewife. She had long black hair, brown eyes and a shapely body. Though Shagufta was 35 years old, she still had a youthful figure, especially after birthing three kids. Her body was beautifully sculpted with high, firm breasts, sweetly curved buttocks, and shapely legs. Over all she was a very attractive woman. I admired her thick, broad hips, which were especially appealing to me. All I could think about was how nice it would be to see her hips in the flesh . . .and those nice full breasts, which fascinated me whenever I saw her. She was a very attractive woman. One morning after I had showered, I sat sipping coffee and reading the paper when the doorbell rang. I wondered who it could be at this time of the day, so I set down my cup of coffee and paper and headed for the door.

Glancing out the window, I realized that visitor was the friend of my wife, Shagufta. I was wondering why she would come to visit my wife, since she knew my wife was visiting her parents, along with the kids, since last week, and she would be there for another two weeks.

"Good morning, Shagufta, so good to see you," I said. Shagufta just stood there, not answering. "Can't you even say hello?" I asked.

"Hi," she said, and I noted that She smiled as she noticed that our home was vacant except for me. "Where is your wife, and what're you doing home at this time?" Shagufta asked.

"Didn't she tell you? She has been visiting her parents since last week. What brings you out so early this morning?" I could hardly keep my eyes off her perfect breasts! I moved my hand to rub my hardening cock.

I complimented her on looking so good so early in the day, and joked about how what was going on in my body was making her body even more beautiful. It was bold of me to say this, but Shagufta had always been good-natured with me, so I felt a bit adventurous. She started to leave, but looking at her in a playful way, I said "Oh, I see, your friend is not here so you're just going to leave an old man at home alone."

She smiled and replied, "You are not an old man." 

I noticed that she was smiling, and felt that it was not her usual smile. I thought, "Could this be the opportunity I have been waiting for?" I shrugged it off as daydreaming.

Shagufta walked into the lounge, and she looked me in the eye as I close the door behind us. I realized that this was my first opportunity to get close to her as we sat together on the couch and began talking about our families. 

After making some small talk, the conversation got around to my wife. I'd been married 15 years, and things had gone a little downhill. My wife didn't have much interest in sex, as much as I wanted anyway. We had known each other our entire lives, so there was nothing new to be discovered. 

Shagufta commented how I kept my family well cared for and comfortable. I told her I appreciated her compliment, but what about her life? "Tell me, Shagufta, about your life, I think your husband tries his best to keep you happy, doesn't he?" I asked.

A sad look came over her, and she replied "I guess one could say we are happy."

"Tell me, Shagufta is there any problem you are facing?

"No, nothing is wrong. Every thing is fine," she replied. "But you seem rather down. Do you have a problem you would like to tell me about?"

"My problem is that my wife doesn't take as much interest in me as I would like. Do you understand what I mean? She really should take care of me, but there is almost nothing between us of love and romance. I have been tempted to leave her, but I haven't the heart to leave her yet. I still hope she will realize my needs some day."

Shagufta listened closely and nodded, and said she understood, adding comments and advice now and then. The conversation became very emotional for me. Shagufta laid her hand on my hand and tried to console me. The heat of her hand made my blood boil, and I began to feel an erection building up.

"Shagufta, I hate to admit this, but I have had a crush on you for some time now, ever since I met you that day in the mall, in fact."

When she heard that comment, she looked up at me, seeming shocked, and said, "You are such a naughty boy! Your wife better not hear you saying something like that to me."

"Are you going to tell her?" I asked her jokingly.

"I'm not, but she may come to. . ." She didn't complete the sentence.

"Shagufta, may I request something of you?"

"It depends on your request."

"If I asked you for something . . ."

"Like what?"

"Would you be willing to kiss me if I plead for it?"

"What on earth are you talking about? I have never had thoughts like that about you!" she said, not angrily but with surprise.

"Please Shagufta I beg you, let me kiss you once"

"Don't beg, I'm certainly not going to fall for that," she said with a smile. "Please," Her perfect white teeth formed a stunning contrast with her blushing face. "OK, but only one kiss, with a promise that my husband and your wife must not know about It," she said.

Then I placed my lips on her cheek. She did not actually respond, but allowed my lips to touch her cheek, and I was able to pull her closer while holding her with both hands.

She tried very much to keep me from going further, after accepting what was more like the traditional kiss on the cheek, and a warm embrace between friends. Shagufta was breathing deeply, and she looked at me intently without saying a word. 

I drew her closer, and softly kissed her lips as she moved easily into my arms. I was gently caressing her arms and only slightly touching the sides of her breasts. 

I continued to softly kiss her cheeks, and moved my lips to her ear as I whispered how much I liked her and thought she was so beautiful. I began rubbing her neck and shoulders and she seemed to resist only for a moment. 

When I lifted her qameez and she felt my hands on her breasts she moaned, but said that was enough, and that we should stop it now and not go too far. 

But how I could listen to her? I leaned over and kissed her breasts over her bra and told her to relax and enjoy my affection for her. Then I slid her bra up to her neck, and there were her magnificent breasts that I had only dreamed about, displayed to me in their full splendor. Her firm breasts that totally defied gravity even as she leaned back on the couch. 

They were perfect, about 36C, if I was any judge of cup sizes. I took a few moments to enjoy what was on display. She tried to hold her arms over her breasts, but not before I got a good glimpse of their loveliness. 

What a picture! I couldn't decide whether to just look at her lovely breasts, to feel them with my fingers, or to kiss them. She leaned toward me with her head on my shoulder.

"What if someone should come in and see us? What would happen?"

"Don't worry, It is still early and nobody will be coming soon. The front door is locked, so any unwelcome guests can simply be ignored."

"You're a very bad man!" she shrieked and leaned herself deliberately against me in an attempt to hide her breasts from my view.

I worked my head down between us and begin kissing and sucking on her nipples, which had hardened into sweet, honey-like nuts. 

She kept trying to get up, saying "NO, Zeshan, NO, Stop." She would say, "Please stop, Zeshan!" and I would whisper "NO! Please let me continue." She relaxed a bit as I continued my licking and sucking. 

I undid her bra completely, and she tried to get up, but I gently held her down and actually kissed her ear and told her to stay put. I almost expected her breasts to bounce a little, but they didn't. They were that firm. Her nipples jutted out from the ends of her breasts, and they looked like hard little strawberries to me. They were a pink color. I was holding her breasts and pleaded for only kissing. She did not respond, but allowed me to continue. 

At last she sighed and put her hand behind my head, pulling me closer to her neck. I lifted my head slightly and started to nibble on her earlobe. "You are naughty!" she whispered. 

In response I leaned forward and kissed her lips. Her tongue darted into my mouth. She was moaning, and I could hear the tempo of her breathing pick up as we kissed passionately.

Seeing the way she had melted, I became emboldened, and shifted my mouth again closing it around her hard nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and felt her hand on the back of my head pulling me into her breast. Her breathing is ragged.

I was not feeling comfortable, so I lifted her and made her sit on the edge of the couch. I knelt on the floor so that her perfect breasts were now level with my face. I took her breasts in my two hands and took turns sucking on her nipples. Again I felt her hands playing in my hair.

I started moving my mouth downward toward her thighs via her belly. I kissed and licked her navel, then my mouth reached her thighs. I parted her legs. I could feel the slit of her bulging pussy through the material of her shilwar. I gently kissed the inside of her thigh. I could feel her body stiffen in anticipation. I dragged my tongue over the inside of her other thigh.

Now I decided to open her shilwar. "NO, you can't do this, Zeshan," she cried. "What about your wife and my husband?" She again tried to get up.

"It is too late now, and we have gone too far for us to stop. Let us just enjoy it. To stop now would not be easy," I replied.

My hands trembled slightly as my finger came into contact with the string of her shilwar and I pulled the string, and opened her shilwar. She raised her hips and I took off her shilwar with one swift movement. It was strange that she hadn't worn any panties. 

I spread her legs. What an awesome sight! Her clean pussy was only a few inches from my face, already wet as could be! I couldn't wait to taste it. I planted kisses on her pussy. She started to squirm and moan. I blew lightly over her pussy lips.

She did not say anything, and her heavy breathing told me she wanted more than that. "Oh, my god!" she was crying, her hands tugging harder on the back of my head. I moved slightly upwards and sucked her clit into my mouth. "Please don't torture me like this!" she moaned.

My cock felt as if it were going to burst through at any minute! I was extremely excited watching Shagufta lie exposed in front of me in a view I had never, ever, expected to see of my friend's wife. I stood up and removed my shilwar, which was now twisted around my ankles. 

My hard cock towered proudly into the air. "Hee! Oh my, I had no idea you were so long!" she exclaimed as she saw how hard it was. Her hand folded around my dick and she started to pump it gently. She leaned up and then lowered her head, and her warm, wet mouth engulfed the head of my penis. I was in heaven! I slowly fucked her mouth while she sucked my cock.

The tingling sensation in my balls told me that this was enough! This was not where I wanted to blow my load! I had to fuck my beautiful dream lady here and now!

I asked her to stop what she was doing, and she did. She lay on couch and I knelt between her legs. What a view! Her pussy. She opened her legs a little to give me better access.

I held her down on the couch and in a fit of passion, I told her I deeply cared about her. She took my hard cock in her hand and guided it to her open, wet cunt. I entered her with my lips kissing her full breasts. 

She arched her back and attempted to raise her pussy more to receive me more deeply and fully.

Holding Shagufta's thighs open, I moved forward. I could feel her stretch as I entered, each inch engulfed by the tightness and warmth of her. I felt my cock head penetrate the soft, warm, velvety folds of her tight pussy. "You are so big!" she cried. Her fist continued to pump up and down as I entered her. "YesYESssssssssssss...!"

Slowly her pussy engulfed my cock until her ass pressed against my balls. My dick was buried to the hilt in her hot, wet cave of pleasure. I didn't move, and could feel the muscles of her vagina gripping and releasing me. Pulling back I watched the shaft of my cock appear until only the head remained. Pushing forward I moved much easier. "Ahhhh... damn... "

I kissed her passionately, and then moved further down. I took her one nipple into my mouth and gently nibbled on it. Her arms folded around me as I kissed her breasts passionately. I could feel by her moans that she was enjoying it just as much as I was. 

She moaned softly as I started to fuck her slowly. I held her legs in the air to get better access to her pussy. She now wrapped her legs around my waist as I fucked her with long, deep strokes. 

After little time we changed positions, and She wrapped her arms around my neck while I fucked her, supporting her weight with my hands on her buttocks. I was digging into the flesh of her hips with my nails while she was scratching my shoulders with her nails. With my hands on her hips I grabbed her firmly and fucked her hard and fast.

My dick was fully buried in her pussy. There was no waiting! My balls were going to explode! I slammed harder and faster into Shagufta's tight pussy, my thumb finding her tight asshole. I exploded! 

Slamming my cock to the hilt I felt my load shoot into her depths. My thumb was buried in her tight hole. Holding her firmly after countless hard, deep strokes I shot stream after stream of hot cum into her cunt. My cock was covered with her juices and my cum. The sensation was so intense that I felt as though my legs were going to collapse at any minute. 

I let myself collapse on her. We lay there holding each other tightly, kissing deeply, and confessing our love for each other.

"Was that really that bad?" I asked.

"I suppose not." she answered shyly.

"Was this your first time with someone other then your own man?"

"Yes! I'm not lying. I've never done anything like this before."

" Would you believe it? Neither have I." I replied.

Shagufta said that she wanted go to the bathroom and got up saying, "I'll be out in a minute." It was a very sexy scene as she was wearing long qameez that fell down to her knees, with nothing beneath it as she went walking into the bathroom. 

When she came out of the bathroom I said, "Shagufta! I want to see your hips."

"You have seen the rest of my body, then why not my hips?" she responded.

I asked her to roll over onto her tummy on the carpet. I pulled her qameez up exposing her sweet ass, and there was her butt. It wasn't as thin as the rest of her, but it wasn't 'bubble' either. It was somewhere in between the two.

She sighed in contentment as I begin to caress her hips. I gently parted Shagufta's precious ass cheeks. Cupping them softly, I ran my fingers between them and played in the moisture there.

"Do you think my hips are beautiful?" she asked.

"That is not the proper word. Your hips are the prettiest"

"More then your wife?"

"No! Not only than her, but more than thousands of women."

What does it feel like from the back side?"

"Amazing."

"How many times have you done it?"

"Twice."

"With you wife?"

"Yes, but she doesn't like it."

Shagufta bit her lip and thought it over. "Okay, I'll try it for you."

I got up, went into the bathroom, and looked all through the medicine cabinet. I found baby oil. I went back to the lounge, where I found her on all fours, anticipating my arrival.

I asked her to put her head down and to move her ass up over her knees, and I lubricated my cock well with the baby oil. Then I spread some oil all over her asshole and into the crack of her ass. I started to work my finger in until it was almost entirely inside.

Then I began to ease my dick in. She clenched her teeth. As I started to push, she turned her head and gave me an exasperated look. The kind that was hard to tell if she was enjoying it, or wishing I would stop. 

"How is it?" I asked.

"It hurts," she replied.

"Just relax, honey. Oh, Shagufta, I love you so much. I love you. Please just relax your sphincter muscles and it will be easier."

My soothing words helped, as I eased my cock head in.

"How is it now?" I asked again.

"It still hurts a little."

I started to pull back, "NO, but in a good way. Keep going."

I managed to get the head of my cock all the way in, and I watched as her sphincter tightened around my cock. I continued pushing until the remainder of my cock was all the way into her. "That's it, how does it feel now, Does it hurt, Shagufta?" When it could go no farther, I stopped for a moment. 

"A little. Just wait a minute."

The pain eased and she nodded. "Okay, Fuck now."

I began pumping my hips into her. I could feel the burning heat of her ass.

I pulled out of her almost completely and then rammed myself back in. She grunted at the force I was using, but I didn't care, this felt good. I loved the thought of fucking my dream woman's ass. She was willing to let me experiment. "Oh, yes, Shagufta! Oh, I'm fucking you in the ass, the ass of my dreams!"

"Fuck my ass, if it makes you happy. I want to see you happy!"

I continued thrusting my hard cock into the tight little ass of Shagufta for which I had been dying for years. "How does it feel?"

"OHHHHH! It's so tight and hot, Shagufta! Squeeze Shagufta! Squeeze it for me!" She tightened her ass muscles for me. "Ohh! Shagufta I'm going to cum in your ass! I'm going to blow my nut in your hot little ass!" "I'm also coming! Fuck me!"

"I love you, Shagufta!" I yelled, shooting my cum deep into her asshole.

She also came with collapsed forward, onto the floor, and me and I collapsed right on top of her. 

She rolled over when I moved off of her. We smiled tenderly at each other. 

"I've done all that you wanted me to do. Are you happy now?" she asked.

" Happy? I wouldn't say that was the proper word for my feeling."

"I have to go now," she responded. "We have spent more time then I expected." she said.

"I wish you could stay longer, but maybe you're right." I replied.

After that Shagufta met me so many times, and we never missed an opportunity we got to make love. 



Cheating Wives Always Get Caught - FTDS



The best laid plans, and all that crap - my ending to edrider73's story Cheating Wives Always Slip Up

http://www.literotica.com/s/cheating-wives-always-slip-up

edrider73 is a master storyteller. There's no denying it. Nobody currently writing on Lit has the same ability to drive a reader absolutely crazy. He'll make you want to scream at the screen, or cringe and turn away. The volume of his comments is a testimony to his ability. 

Cheating Wives Always Slip Up is another one of those. At the end, you wonder just how overboard a spouse can go with revenge, and still claim to love someone. At least it makes me wonder, and when I wonder, I write.

Thanks to edrider73, for generously providing permission to work with his stories.

I like finishing stories. I guess I'm a little weird. Sometimes they are stories that have been abandoned. Others are open invitations. In a case like this, the author is still active, but I felt the urge to write my own completion, and have received permission to do so from the Author.

When offered the opportunity, 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.

Some of you won't like my endings. That's fair enough. I'm happy to hear your reasons. This is only one author's idea of a fitting resolution. You're welcome to try your hand at writing your own. I hope you enjoy this one.

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"Is it my turn to talk yet? You've run on at the mouth for ten minutes now, without giving me a single chance to respond. You restrained me in my own bed, through trickery and deceit. You've already struck me three times, without my permission. You promised me nothing would be non-consensual or reluctant, that you wouldn't try to get me to do anything I didn't want to, and that you'd stop if I showed any reluctance, and yes you lied. Repeatedly. You do that a lot. You've proven yourself to be a psychotic, evil bitch, and if you want to walk out go right ahead. I'll see you in court, or you can listen to the truth."

She was fuming. "That's not the deal. You know what you've got coming. You need to lay down on that bed and receive your punishment. Only then will I allow you to tell me your story."

"Fine. Pack your shit and leave. I'll see you in court."

That was the last thing she'd expected. She thought for sure he'd go along with her plan. He had cheated, and she damn well knew it. He deserved everything he had coming. Maureen glared at him, trying to figure out if he was bluffing. It sure as hell didn't look like it. 

She was taking too long to make up her mind, and he stood up. "More lies, I guess. As if your lying should come as a surprise at this point. You said you'd leave if I so chose. I did. Now get your ass out of this house. I'll even get your suitcase out of the garage."

Shit. He was ruining everything. "I'll listen. I doubt you'll be able to say anything that will convince me that what I've learned is false, but it's true, I've had the floor all this time, so you should have a chance to speak. It's only fair that you should know, you're only making this worse for yourself."

He sat back down and grimaced as his lacerated ass hit the bed. "Before we speak, we need to balance things here. To be totally fair, which you seem to find so important, I need to give you three strokes of the cane. Before you get indignant and claim that your 'consultant', your dominatrix, already gave you one, let me start by saying I don't believe you. You've already proven yourself a liar, repeatedly, and I think this is just another one. Luckily for you, because if she did, if you laid down with another woman, naked, and let her punish you, you've already confessed cheating on me, and we're wasting our time. If you weren't naked with her, then you've hardly felt what you did to me, and even if, heaven forbid, you did receive one stroke, I received three.

"Furthermore, let me make one thing perfectly clear. If you don't go along with this, I'll call the police, and have you locked up and get a restraining order for unlawful restraint and domestic abuse. This is not an idle threat, and I believe the evidence speaks for itself. So what will it be Maureen? Are you a cheater? Will you accept three strokes of the cane? I will only accept one of two answers, yes or no. If yes, I will restrain you as you did me, and we will begin. If the answer is no, I will dial 911 now, and you can start packing."

He took his phone in hand, and started the recording function. He was not going to let her turn the tables on him. He would get her assent recorded before he touched her.

She looked nervous, as her carefully made plans slowly fell apart. "One stroke," she said.

"Now you're simply being ridiculous. You gave me three. You say it was by accident, because you were nervous, but you don't swing a rattan cane with all your might by accident. Did you or did you not tie me down without my consent and hit me three times, purposely targeting my asshole and balls, until I passed out?"

She responded quickly. "I already explained that Herb. You needed to understand the severity of your punishment so you could make an informed decision."

"So if I decided to walk, I got three strokes for nothing? Because you wanted to?"

"I was convinced you'd do the right thing for us, for our marriage, for the children we'll have. That was the only reason."

"Fair enough, although I'm certain you're lying to me. Again, will you take three strokes, Maureen, for the same reasons? For that, and for restraining me, lying to me, and giving me three without my permission?"

Once again she was silent. "Two strokes, and not between my legs. I've already had that done to me."

"I don't believe you. I've seen no evidence in the last few weeks of the pain you'd be in if that had happened to you. If you did cheat on me, lying naked with a strange woman, a dominatrix by your own admission, and if she did hit you with the cane, I don't believe she did it as hard as you did just now. I'd have seen evidence of it."

"She was counseling me. I didn't cheat with her. I will not accept that definition."

Herb stood. "Alright, you said she counseled you to help you understand how I'd feel if you cheated. Let's say I went to a dominatrix. I got naked, and let her abuse my body, would you be happy with that situation? Or would you consider that cheating? You told me that you'd give me nothing but the truth when this started. You've already lied to me numerous times. No more lies. How would you feel if I did that?"

There was no denying it. If he had done such a thing, she would have been livid. "I would have been extremely angry with you, but it's not the same. I didn't do it with a man, I did it with a woman. She was a professional."

"A professional therapist? A degreed psychologist, or social worker?" he asked.

"No, a professional dominatrix, I explained that."

"A dominatrix. A sex professional. And women only cheat with men, that's what you're saying? Having a sexual relationship with another woman wouldn't be cheating? If I had a relationship with a man, I wouldn't be a cheater?"

"Of course that's not what I'm saying! You're trying to twist my words and get out of the fact that you've cheated on me!"

Herb held his hand up, stopping her. "That's not what we're discussing yet. We'll get to your accusations soon enough, if you agree to start out on the same even basis. I won't even hold your confessed cheating against you, yet. Will you accept three strokes of the cane, just as you gave them to me? Or do you leave and start the divorce proceedings, after I call 911 and report your abuse?"

"Fine!" she finally screamed. "I'll take three, and only three! But you're going to regret those. When I finish with you, you'll be sorry you pulled this shit."

"So you agree. I will restrain you only until I've finished delivering three strokes of the cane. Afterward, we'll be even, and I will have my say, before anything else happens. Agreed?"

"Agreed," she said, trying to maintain her temper, and ignore the fear welling up inside her at the idea of three strokes of the painful cane.

Herb put his phone down, and just as she had done, he put the wrist restraints on her that were already attached to the headboard. He positioned the pillow under her waist, raising her up. Then, he used the restraints at the bottom of the bed, to spread her legs and hold her in place. The sound of the heavy Velcro coming apart and resealing had her trembling. He didn't want her movements to interfere with his aim, so he opened her legs as wide as possible, leaving no slack in the ropes.

He then picked up the canes, swishing them through the air. "I'm going to go to the other room and practice a bit. It would be a shame if my aim was as bad as yours."

For several minutes Maureen laid there, her stomach in knots, the sweat already breaking out on her forehead. She knew fear as she never had before. The pain of the one stroke she'd received previously had been unthinkable, and if she was honest with herself, she suspected the dominatrix had not hit her as hard as she could have. Herb was a man, larger and stronger, and could undoubtedly hit her much more powerfully. Perhaps not as accurately, as expertly, but with a lot more raw strength.

The sound of the cane in the far room impacting against the mattress, she assumed, almost had her changing her mind. She should never have agreed, but then again, she had struck him three times after lying about what she was going to do. If they were going to get past this, she needed him to understand and accept his punishment. The one thing keeping her going was knowing that if he was too rough with her, she'd make sure she paid him back tenfold.

The sound in the other room stopped, and she started trembling. She heard his footsteps approaching, and he was standing there beside the bed. "I'm getting better. I'm going to take a minute to apply some salve to my aching ass and balls, and get a drink of water."

The anticipation was killing her. She heard him moving around, and then leaving the room again. Several minutes later she heard the pounding of the canes as he practiced. "Shit!" she heard him growl. He stuck his head in the door and laughed. "Well, now I know how hard I can use one before it breaks. I'll just be a little longer."

Break? He broke one? Surely he wouldn't hit her hard enough to break one. Damn, that would be trouble. If it broke, would it splinter? Would the rattan be driven into her skin? How badly would that hurt? In all her practice she hadn't managed to come close to breaking one.

She thought she heard him talking on the phone for a while. She even smelled cooking. She wished he would just get on with it, the waiting was driving her crazy. She had to pee. Finally she heard his footsteps, but they stopped and again there was the sound of practicing. Damn, him! How much practice did he need for three strokes?

She started to worry about how hard she had hit him. His comment about the aching in his ass and balls wasn't good. Would that lingering pain drive him to punish her worse, hit her harder than he might have otherwise? She had felt good, vindicated, watching him writhe and pass out from the punishment he so amply deserved, but now it just made her stomach ache.

The sound stopped and the house was quiet for a few moments before she heard him enter the room. He didn't say anything and abruptly there was a flash of light, and the tell-tale sound. "What did you do?" she cried out. 

"Before and after pictures to remember this day by," he laughed, and the flash went off again.

"Don't. Please. I don't want that."

"Alright. No more pictures. I wouldn't want to do anything without your consent. I'm not like you. Are you ready?"

She had a difficult time answering. She couldn't force her mouth to say the words.

"It's going to happen Maureen. You've already given me your permission, and I'm not allowing you to take it back. I just want to make sure you're prepared, mentally. This is going to hurt a lot. Trust me, I know. It will probably be the most painful thing you'll ever experience until the second one. Are you ready?"

She still couldn't say the words. She looked back at him anxiously, noting the glistening of his skin where he'd worked up a sweat, and nodded once before turning her head away.

She heard it before she felt it. The whistling advertised the blow moments before it occurred. The pain was beyond anything she could ever imagine, so much worse than the one practice blow she'd received from Monique, and that had been horrible. It felt like he'd taken a knife and cut her open from her lower back all the way down to her clit, stabbing it into her as he passed her anus, and again when he encountered her pussy.

Her scream was deafening, and her body drove into the bed, trying to escape the vicious weapon. She bit her lip so hard she started bleeding, and then the horror of the aftereffect set in, if anything more painful, a burning that wouldn't stop. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't even scream. She tried, her mouth was open but nothing would come out. For several long seconds she fought her restraints, until her body's defense mechanism took over and she shut down.

Herb was surprised at her reaction, even after his own experience. Yes, he had hit her extremely hard, perhaps not with his full strength, but he wasn't easy on her. She had looked like he'd stuck an electrode in her at both ends, the way her body tensed and shook, before the screaming stopped and she'd passed out. She had also lost control of her bladder. It had been ugly. The large dark welt already appearing was scary looking, starting a couple of inches above her ass cleft, and disappearing between her cheeks. 

He was starting to reconsider his plan to deliver all three strokes to the same place. Her reaction frightened him.

Unlike his experience, she didn't respond right away. It was several minutes before she moaned. He'd even checked on her to make sure she was still breathing. Then he heard the crying. He leaned over to see her face, while she hiccupped mid-sob. "No more," she whispered, looking up at him pleadingly. "Please."

Her pain squeezed his heart, but he knew he needed to be firm. She had started them down this insane path and he was going to make sure it ended.

"No more? But you gave me three, and planned on continuing it for at least an hour, maybe two, I believe you said. Were you going to stop after the first one? Or were you going to get your jollies torturing me?"

"Please," she sobbed, her nose running, saliva dripping from her lips. "I can't. I . . . I think you injured me. I need to go to the hospital."

"Jeez, Maureen, don't be a wimp! I barely hit you. I didn't even use half my strength. I'm saving that for the last one. I wouldn't want to break all the canes before we even start our discussion."

She lowered her head to the pillow, and cried, her whole body shuddering.

"I can't believe you pissed yourself. I'll tell you what, my dear loving wife, I'll let you rest a while before the next one. I don't think you'll fully enjoy it, the way you are now."

She nodded. "Thank you. Will you undo me, please?"

"No, I can't do that. I'm sorry. We have an agreement, that I would restrain you until you received your three blows. If I freed you, I'm afraid you'd renege on our deal, no matter what you said. You do have a history of lying. I will loosen the straps for you, and undo one of your legs." He did as he said he would, while she cried into the pillow. Then he left her there. He hadn't made it to the end of the hall before she'd cried herself to sleep.

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When Maureen woke, she knew she was in trouble. The pain between her legs was as bad is if it had just happened, throbbing in agony. She groaned, and opened her eyes. He was there, watching her, relaxed, sitting back in a chair, sipping on a beer. 

"You're back with us. That's good."

"Please, baby. I . . . I made a mistake. I can't take two more."

He took another long slow sip, and she finally smelled the stench of lying in her own urine. 

"I had a talk with Monique," he said.

Monique. Her consultant. The woman whose idea this was. "How . . ."

"Your phone. You called her a lot in the last few weeks. Four times yesterday."

She nodded dumbly.

"I was worried. You were out for several minutes, after only one stroke. Then you slept for over four hours. She says it's nothing to worry about, that kind of reaction isn't unusual for a first time. She did confess that the one time she struck you, she hadn't been very hard."

"I . . . I didn't know. I thought she was."

"Now, now, my love. Remember your promise, no more lies. She also told me how she applied the lotion to you, to help with the pain. You didn't mention that part, did you, honey? How she rubbed her fingers down your ass and on your pussy."

Maureen turned bright red as she remembered. Please God, she thought, don't let her have told him everything.

"Yes, honey, she told me. Told me what the best way to take the pain away was. How I had to gently rub your pussy, and get you excited, so the pain mixed with the pleasure. How important it was to make sure you had a nice orgasm. Like the one she gave you."

"I . . . I didn't want that," Maureen said. "I didn't ask for it. I couldn't stop her, I was tied down. I couldn't even think through the pain."

"Shhh, my sweet. We'll talk about your cheating later. Afterward."

"Please, Herb. Please, I'm begging you. No more. I . . . I can't. I just can't."

"Oh, you can, my love. You can, and you will. I think I've given you a long enough break. Monique is a little pissed at me. She said it's best to do them all at once, and not to stretch it out. I should have given you the next two as soon as you were conscious." He stood, and her heart stopped as she saw him pick up the cane.

"No, I can't, I really can't!" she cried out, trying to turn away. She realized that while she was sleeping he'd tightened her restraints and she could barely move. "No! Please, Herb! If you love me at all if you ever loved me—"

She started screaming as soon as she heard the whistle of the cane. The pain was unbearable, as impossible as it was, even worse than the first one. She screamed continuously, until her throat was hoarse, straining against the restraints so hard that Herb heard a crack in the wood. Then her body slumped down, lifeless, unmoving. 

He stepped forward and checked her breathing, checked her pulse. Still strong. Then he inspected his work. A second bullseye, all of his practice paying off. That cane was ruined. He couldn't have hit her any harder if he tried. His arm hurt, as if he'd thrown it out. Looking down at her he saw the second welt, and noticed he'd been a bit off target. The start of the welt was almost an inch to the side of the first one, but they got closer as they moved down her pale skin, appearing to cross just below her puckered, bruised anus. He was amused at how it had clenched and opened immediately after the blow. The first stroke had left a bruise down one side of her puffy pussy lips. This one looked like it had ridden right down the middle. He realized that the first stroke had been just a hair off center, but the second one, that was a thing of beauty. He could see blood seeping through the skin in several places. 

He sighed, and started to work the sheets out from under her. It didn't wake her. He checked again and she was still breathing, if shallowly. With the sheets and the mattress cover removed, he got a towel and tried to soak up any remaining urine from between her legs. He sprayed the mattress, and placed a couple of folded towels underneath her, in case she had another accident. Monique had mentioned the possibility of releasing her bowels. 




Cheating Wives Always Get Caught - FTDS



Herb carefully released one leg, and loosened the restraint straps a couple of inches so she wouldn't be stretched out. Not enough to have a chance to release herself, but he hoped it would be enough to let her sleep. He searched through the medicine cabinet. He remembered the cream he'd received when he'd burned his leg, and found the Medi-First. He hoped it would do the job, it had 5% lidocaine and was supposed to prevent infection. He carefully tended her wounds, hoping she'd never need another one.

He took a few more pictures of his work, and then covered her with a clean sheet, and the bedspread. Afterward, he made himself something to eat. It was after six pm, and he had built up a bit of an appetite. She was still sleeping after he'd finished his sandwich, and he decided to do the same. After taking care of his own welts, he went to the guest room, took one of her sleeping pills, and nodded off.

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He heard the sobbing, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before staggering toward the bedroom. It was still dark outside, and when he entered their bedroom, he noticed it was only 4:52 in the morning. Maureen was crying, and it broke his heart. Even after her insanity, he couldn't deny he still loved her. He had to, or that first evil action of hers would have had him walking out the door.

Herb sat down on the bed, and brushed her hair back from where it was hanging in her face, soaked from tears and sweat.

"Are . . . are we done?" she asked. Her voice was as hoarse as if she'd spent a lifetime smoking.

"One more, baby, and it'll be all over. Three strokes, just like you gave me, remember?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"You knew. Don't start lying again. I passed out, remember? Your lover told you what it would be like for me, and you went and did it anyway. Your plan was to torture me for hours, don't you recall? You'd beat me until I passed out, then abuse my ass with your fist, wasn't that your charming, loving plan?"

"I was hurt and angry. You had cheated on me, knowing how I felt about that. I had to set things straight, or I would have gone crazy!" She tugged at her restraints, remembering what had started all this.

"I know. I know exactly how you feel. And now that I know that you've cheated on me, I think it only appropriate that I do everything to you, that you planned to do to me. That sounds fair, doesn't it?"

"I never cheated!"

I sighed dramatically. "I thought we were past the lies. Have you forgotten your lover, Monique, who you got naked for, who whipped your ass, then gave you orgasms to dull the pain? That's not cheating?"

"But I didn't want it! I didn't even know she was doing that to me, I hurt so bad."

"You hurt so bad before you undressed for her, got naked for her, allowed her to cane you?"

"Stop it, Herb. You're twisting everything around. It wasn't about sex with her. I needed her advice and help."

"Funny thing, wife. You were willing to torture me based solely on circumstantial evidence. I had to accept it, or you would walk out on me, and use our money on lawyers and the courts, before listening to the truth. In your case, I actually have an admission from your lover of how you cheated on me, how you had orgasms with another woman, how you were naked for her. Everything else is just a way of justifying what you did. You know damn well, that if I was naked with a dominatrix, and she gave me an orgasm, you'd go ballistic. Like you did with much less evidence than I have."

"You cheated first," she said, sinking into the bed, wilting under his attack.

"So you keep saying, without ever hearing my side of the story. At least I've let you tell your side of your tawdry affair."

"Stop saying that. I didn't cheat. I didn't have an affair. I was taken advantage of. It's not the same."

Herb got up from the bed. "Still in denial. I think it's time for your last stroke. Shall we?"

She felt a lightning bolt of fear pass through her body, and her ass cheeks clenched closed instinctively. "Please, baby, no more. I'm really afraid you're going to injure me severely. I don't think I'll survive another one. I'm sorry I hit you three times, I only meant to do it once, I swear. All I wanted to do was give you one where it mattered. You've already given me two. Can't that be enough? Please?"

"A deal's a deal," he said, pulling the cover off of her. She was kicking with her free leg, struggling with all her strength. It took a considerable amount of effort to tighten the loose restraint, and she was sobbing, squirming weakly before he was done.

Herb made a big deal of swishing the cane in the air. Maureen buried her face in the pillow, grabbing the restraints, biting down on the material, determined to suffer this one conscious. Her entire body tensed as he told her to get ready.

The pillow holding her ass raised up was soft enough that with some effort she could force her way down on it. She figured she might be a little less exposed that way. Then she heard the fluttering of the cane.

It came down across her cheeks side-to-side. Stinging, but not the mind-numbing pain of the previous two strokes. She was still trying to come to terms with what had just happened, when her husband freed her ankles. She turned her head and watched him in shock as he released one hand, then climbing over her, he released the other.

"Hold still now," he said. "Let me put this on you."

She imagined the worst. Hot sauce, or Tiger Balm, on her stinging welts, but the cool cream seemed to help. "That's the best I can do," he said.

She turned, the pain flaring up as her weight came down on her ass. She saw the concern on his face, and then, mindlessly she was beating on him with her fists, crying. She struggled when he took her in his arms, fighting him off until she surrendered in exhaustion. "I hate you," she hissed. "I hate you for hurting me like that."

"Now you know how I feel," he said. "And that's a start."

When she stopped sobbing, he released her and started a bath. He helped her into the tub, and while she was soaking, he changed the bed again, scrubbing where she'd lost control before flipping the mattress and re-making it. He got dressed for the first time in nearly twenty-four hours, and laid out some clothing for her. 

Then he went down and prepared them both some breakfast, as the dawn of a new day cast its first dim light through the dining room bay window. He imagined she'd be starving.

They ate seated as far apart as the table would allow them. Neither spoke, each glaring at the other. Both wondered if there was anything left of their marriage. When they'd finished, he cleared the table, and left the dishes in the sink. Then he walked past her and into the living room, waiting to see if she'd follow, or if he was wasting his time.

It was several minutes before she came into the room, gingerly sitting on the couch opposite him. 

"Will you hear my side of things? If you insist on tying me down, caning and fisting me before hearing my version, you can forget about it. You might as well leave, because that's not going to happen. I'll see you in court, and I swear I'll come at you with everything I have."

She glared at him, sipping at her hot coffee. "Go ahead," she said after a long wait.

"Her name is Laura McGowan. She was slick. She left me some anonymous emails at first, outlining the series of affairs you'd had to get where you are today."

"I never—"

"NO!" he shouted, jumping up and staring her down. "You don't speak. You listen. You had your turn, now it's mine. When I'm done, then you can say whatever you want. I don't give a fuck what you think or want to say, until I'm done. Then you can drag your cheating, lying, evil ass out of this house like you promised, or we can try to salvage something of the mess you made!"

Maureen, almost spilled her coffee at his angry response, and leaned back into the couch as far away from him as she could. She stayed quiet.

He sat back down, and had a sip of his own coffee, then started speaking calmly as if nothing had happened. "As I was saying, the first emails were anonymous, describing your perfidy. I figured they were just some jealous co-worker's attempt to cause trouble. I knew you'd never cheat on me. At least I thought so.

"Then it was a phone call, to my cell. I wondered how she'd gotten my number. She offered more concrete evidence, and set up a meeting. By that time she had me curious.

"She must really hate you. The evidence was quite incriminating, but still I had my doubts. It was mostly circumstantial, and I wouldn't judge you on that alone. I was prepared to confront you, but Laura urged me to wait. She said she could get hard evidence.

"Three more meetings, each time with a little more proof. Pictures of you entering hotel rooms with a man. Eyewitnesses who tracked the time you spent with him. With them, I should say. The legal papers showing one of their wives had caught them and divorced them for adultery. Photos of you leaving your client's room after hours spent together, looking a mess, with that joyous 'just fucked' look on your face.

He watched her face, and saw how much she wanted to argue. "I'll show you the evidence shortly. But that's not our primary concern now."

He took a moment to put his thoughts together. "I did a stupid thing. I allowed myself to get into a compromising position with her. I did things I shouldn't have. I kissed her, or I should say I didn't stop her from kissing me. She was the aggressor at all times, and I was so upset, so confused, so hurt, I didn't stop her. Not at first. I'll admit it, I came damn near to cheating on you. She had me half-undressed before I stopped her. She was already down to her panties and bra by then. But I did stop her. I just couldn't accept what she had said, no matter how much evidence she had. I needed to hear it from you.

"Yes, for quite a while there, while she was slowly feeding me her information, things were not good between us. I doubted you. I was also feeling guilty for listening to her, and the continued meetings. I was slowly becoming convinced that where there was that much smoke there had to be fire. Your meteoric rise within the company, which I had always believed you earned, now made me wonder. 

"Still, I turned her down. I'll admit, it was difficult. She's a very attractive woman, she was half naked, throwing herself at me. I was pretty sure by then you'd been cheating on me. It would have been so easy to give in, but I didn't."

He stood up, and started pacing, angry, at himself, at her, but mostly at the people he saw were behind everything.

"I imagine your evidence includes information about me and that last meeting. Entering a room with her, eyewitnesses to the time I was in there, and my disheveled state upon leaving. The lipstick on my face, which I didn't notice until much later in the day. I don't think it's a coincidence that your good friend Anita was in the hotel that day, and just happened to see us leave together. 

"We were set up. I'm convinced of it. You and I were both led to believe the other cheated. I'm sure your evidence was probably just as strong as mine. Of course I didn't know that at the time. I only came to realize the extent of their treachery while I was sitting alone, waiting for you to wake up. 

"If you were to ask Laura, I believe she'd probably admit to sleeping with me, even though it never happened. She obviously detests you, and I'm convinced her goal was to split us up. To cause enough upheaval in our marriage to make you ineffective at work, or maybe there's something else at play, but I'm absolutely convinced that it was a setup from the start."

He turned away from her, and retrieved his briefcase. "Perhaps you'd like to see the evidence I was given," he said, spreading out photos and photocopies on the coffee table in front of her.

"Here, you're seen getting into an elevator, with some man who has his arm around your waist. You both appear to be laughing having a good time," Herb said, pushing a picture forward. "Here, you're entering a room with him, number 217. The picture is time-stamped. Here, you're leaving the room, almost two hours later. You look a mess. And that smile on your face? You sure seemed to have a good time."

"No, baby. These pictures are wrong—"

"Shh. Let me finish, so you can see what I was shown." He pushed another picture across the table. "How about this one? You're leaving a man's room with your hair wet. Why would you have wet hair? A shower perhaps, after your hours together? This picture shows you were leaving his room at seven in the morning. A week later, mister Arthur Mellon was served with divorce papers."

He started pushing the papers across faster. "Here, the signed contract, signed the same day you spent two hours in room 217. Here, another big contract from mister Mellon's firm. Here, an expense report, no meals purchased, for the entire weekend, not even breakfast. Pictures of you eating with your client, sharing wine, sitting close, obviously flirting. Entering an elevator, dancing, more dancing, here, with a hand on your ass, here a close up of his hand in your skirt—"

"Stop it," she cried. "It's a lie. All of it."

Herb sat back, nodding. "I believe it might be. Convince me."

She started with first picture. "Room 217 is not a bedroom. It's a hospitality suite. That was a team building exercise. There were eight of us in that room. I'm a mess because they were doing those stupid team-building things like catching you when you closed your eyes and fell backwards, trusting your peers to make sure you didn't fall. That's Bill from accounting. He works for us, not Smiths, who the contract was with. He's gay, Herb. We were talking about his planned trip to California, so he and his partner of twelve years could get married. When I left, I was grinning because I'd just gotten word that the contract had gone through."

She grabbed another picture. "This one, Art Mellon. My hair is wet because it was raining out. My hair was wet when I went into the room, and wet when I left, not five minutes later. And this timestamp is bullshit! It was nearly four in the afternoon, when I stopped in to make sure he had the updated contract. If he got divorced, it had nothing to do with me."

She looked at more of the pictures. "Some of these are real, but they don't tell the true story. Yes, I flirt with my customers. You know that. I've never denied it. You know I use everything I have to win - my looks, my personality, my acting classes, and a lot of hard work. I'll flirt, I'll flatter, I'll faun all over them, but I don't cheat. I never have. I've never needed to. Yes, I'm dancing with a client. He probably put his hand on my ass, a lot of them do. I don't let it stay there, but I'm gracious in denying them. That hand was probably there for all of two seconds. That hand up my skirt? Never happened. That's not me. I don't know who it is, but I know for sure it's not me, because I've never allowed a client to do that." She looked at the papers, again, reading then pressing on. "It's all a big setup. All of it. I never cheated on you, I swear baby! How could you even believe this shit!"

"Funny you should ask. How could you believe that I ever cheated on you?"

She shook her head. "You . . . the way you were acting, what I heard, what I saw, you have to understand, they had the hotel room, witnesses, even a picture of you, after . . ."

Herb just glared at her. "And that was enough to see a dominatrix, and to make your evil plan, without ever confronting me."

She was quiet, slowly pushing the evidence around. When she looked up she had tears in her eyes. "You . . . you didn't, did you?"

"No. I kissed her. She touched me inappropriately. I'm ashamed I let it go that far, but that's all!"

"But you have to understand how it looked, baby," she whined piteously.

"I do. Especially seeing how much effort they put into convincing me that you were cheating on me, and not just once but serially, to win business." He leaned forward, his voice dropping. "But I never, ever considered torturing and abusing you for it. Never. Unlike you, I love you too much to consider something that disgusting, that evil. No, I was going to confront you, but then your behavior changed so dramatically, I was confused. You were the one cheating, but then you suddenly behaved as if I was somehow guilty. I decided to wait until the weekend, so we could have it out, without work interfering, but you decided to act first."

She moved back in her seat, wincing at the pain. The pain she'd earned by accusing him and acting on it. By lying to him about what she had planned.

"How bad are we?" she asked.

"Very bad. Very, very bad," he said.

"I was set up. We both were. Don't you believe I didn't cheat on you? I couldn't."

"Monique?"

She lowered her face. "I didn't mean to. You know that. I wasn't naked. I raised my dress, and removed my panties, but only so I could understand what it was like. The rest of it, I didn't want that. She did it on her own. She took advantage of me."

"And would you accept that argument from me, if I was the one coming from her touch?"

She was slow to respond. "I don't know. Probably not. Maybe, God, I don't know, baby. I'd hope I'd at least be able to give you the benefit of the doubt."

"Honestly?"

She slowly shook her head. "No. Probably not. There's no excuse." She slowly looked up, offering a half grin. "I'd probably be a lot less pissed if it was a guy. I'd know you didn't want it then."

For the first time since the beginning of their discussion, her husband smiled. "Well played. You're right. If you'd gone to a man, I don't think this little talk would have gotten this far."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I'm still finding it incredibly hard to accept what you had in mind for me, without ever giving me a chance to respond. Trying to blackmail me into accepting a punishment I didn't deserve. Lying to me about what was going on, and hitting me with that damn cane. I never knew you were so deceitful and vicious. You enjoyed that way too much. The things you had planned . . ."

"I'm sorry. You have to know how much I regret—"

"No! You don't get to say you're sorry, or how much you regret it. Have you already forgotten? Those are your rules. Accept the punishment, the pain, the humiliation, but you don't get to say you're sorry."

"What can I do? How can I make it up to you?"

"Damn it, Maureen! We both know you're not stupid. Far from it. Have you already forgotten your own evil, disgusting rules? You're not allowed to talk about making it up to me. Remember?" He stood, pacing the room. "You have no idea how close I came to walking out, Maureen. Let you take it to court, and then deny you when you were on your knees, begging me to take you back. You asked if maybe we'd run our course, and if what you were doing proved you didn't love me. That's exactly what I was thinking. Nobody who professed to love someone could do what you had in mind. Impossible."

"But I do love you! It was a way to get us past your betrayal."

"Right. The betrayal that never happened. Only one of us cheated, and it wasn't me."

She finally realized just how bad things were. How her actions had led them to this. She could lose him.

"Are you going to leave me?" she asked.

Herb sat down, holding his head in his hands. "I don't know. I honestly don't know. It would be so easy to hate you for what you did, and what you wanted to do."

"Can I ask you for one favor?" she pleaded.

"Really, Maureen? A favor? After all this?"

She nodded. "I won't ask for anything else. I love you, baby, and I'll do whatever you decide is best. If that means us no longer being together, if I've destroyed your love and trust, I'll accept it. I'll hate it, and I need you to know that I'll do anything to avoid that, but if that's what you need, I understand."




Cheating Wives Always Get Caught - FTDS



"What's the favor?" he asked, curious.

"Help me get them back. I want revenge for trying to destroy my marriage, and maybe even succeeding."

~ * ~ * ~

It was slow going, but they were careful, taking their time, accumulating the evidence they needed. Herb did his share, leading their adversary on, telling her that he was getting a divorce, and that as soon as the papers were served, he'd be free to be with her.

The young girl they'd hired did a great job, showing up at Maureen's work, and publicly announcing she'd been served. Her enemies were gloating, convinced they'd accomplished all they'd wanted. Laura, the ringleader, as they'd confirmed, was going to get her final act of revenge by fucking Herb, and then dumping him.

That was her plan. Emphasis on 'was'.

"So here's the deal, Laura. I have your career in my hands. I have all the evidence I need to prove that you tried to break up my marriage, you lied about what I did, you falsified expense reports, you slept with clients to try to get ahead, and you continued to sleep with them to keep the business. You really are a piece of work."

Laura was still in a daze, sitting across from the couple holding hands. She still was trying to come to terms with how they knew so much, and how she'd been set up.

Maureen continued. "As you might imagine, my husband and I are very angry with you. He thinks we should just use the evidence and destroy you. Make sure you never work in this business again, if you don't end up in jail."

Laura looked at the man that she thought she was going to bed, wondering how she'd been fooled. He grinned cruelly.

"Me, I think we should offer you a choice. You can accept your punishment, and the worst part probably won't last more than an hour, two at the most. If you do, then we can put this behind us, and act like nothing ever happened. It will never be brought up again, except that you'll have to stop cheating the company. I don't even care if you sleep with your clients. Or, if you think the punishment is too harsh, you can leave, and we'll see you in court. After we've delivered all the evidence to HR and make sure you're fired with cause."

Laura's mouth was so dry she had a hard time speaking. "What's the punishment?"

Maureen looked over at her husband. He answered for both of them. "Before we explain the punishment, it's important that you understand the full severity of what we're talking about. It's pretty bad, but in fairness, I should tell you that both my wife and I have experienced it. You can walk right now, and take your chances, or you can go with me, and I'll give you a tiny taste of what you can expect. Then you'll be able to make an informed decision."

Ten minutes later, Laura couldn't believe she'd allowed them to tie her down to the bed. They assured her that they would not seriously injure her, and required her to face the video camera and state for the record she was there of her own volition. 

The slutty outfit she'd worn for her intended dalliance made everything that much easier. The dress barely covered her ass, and she wasn't wearing panties. Once she'd been tied down, she started trembling, her imagination getting the worst of her. When he lifted her by the hips, and his wife stuffed the pillow underneath her, exposing her so vulgarly, she figured she was going to be raped. Well, not really raped, since she'd agreed to it, and was planning on fucking him anyway, but fucked.

Her dress was lifted, exposing her bare ass, then Maureen stood beside her holding the cane. "I've had a lot of practice with this, both giving and receiving. I'm going to be honest with you, it's pure agony. The most horrendous physical pain I've ever felt. You need to experience it, before you can make a sound decision. You understand?"

Laura nodded. "How . . . how many?"

"Only one."

Maureen was right. The pain was unbelievable. Shattering. She'd expected a stinging swat across her ass, but the cane stroke came right down the center of her cheeks, impacting her butthole and her pussy. She screamed, bucking against her restraints, gasping, crying, fighting for her breath.

"She's tough," Herb said. "Didn't even pass out."

Maureen laughed. "I went easy on her. If you had hit her, like you did me, I bet she'd be out cold until Tuesday."

Laura was still in agony, when they freed her from the bed. "Pretty bad, huh?" Maureen asked.

The tears were still dripping down her face. "Horrible," Laura said.

Maureen nodded. "I know, believe me. I got three of those, two from him. One actually broke the cane. I understand."

Laura looked in horror at the man she'd been seducing for months. He smiled. "Me too. Three strokes, but only one direct hit. My balls were purple and swollen for a week."

Maureen blushed, glancing over at her husband. "I said I was sorry, baby." She turned back to her squirming co-worker. "So now you know what it's like. You can leave if you want, and take your chances with work and the courts. Or you can let us punish you. It will be horrible. We will beat you with the cane, mostly across your ass, but you'll receive your share of those center hits that feel like someone is driving an ice pick into your privates. We know exactly how far to go to deliver the most pain without permanently injuring you. 

"That's not the worse part. When you pass out, and you will pass out, trust me on this, we'll take you into the bathroom and give you an enema. Then the beating will continue, until your ass is raw hamburger, and your pussy and asshole are pure agony. When you pass out the second time, we're going to fill your ass with lube, and you can guess what's going to happen then. We'll both work you over, but I promise he'll use a condom. His hard cock is the smallest thing that will be going into your slutty ass. I'll be wearing a Nitrile glove.

"We have a vibrator we're going to use on you, when we've finished caning you. I'm going to fist your ass, and even with the pain, we'll make you come repeatedly. The humiliation should be delicious.

"All this time, you'll be allowed to tell us everything you did, and why. How you got your evidence against us, what you had planned, who else was involved, and what you hoped to get out of it. If you tell us a good enough story, the beating portion of your punishment may only last an hour or so. If you fail to entertain us sufficiently, it may go on for as long as two hours.

"We will use you. Anyway we want to. Hubby and I have a deal, one-time only, what happens in here tonight, stays in here, and it will never be brought up again. If he gets hard, and chooses to use your ass or pussy, that's his prerogative. If I should decide to stop your sniveling and shut that lying mouth with my pussy, so be it. At least you know this, when we release you, it will be over, and there will be no more repercussions, so long as you don't try anything like this shit again. The physical punishment, the caning and forced orgasms will last no more than two hours at most. The rest, using you until we're tired of you, will not go beyond midnight. Then it will be over.

"So, Laura. What will it be?"

~ * ~ * ~

The following morning, the exhausted couple fed their victim, and sent her home in a cab. She was in no condition to drive. 

Once they were alone, they had a difficult time looking at each other. Maureen was the first to break the ice. "Want to help me change the sheets?"

The sheets were changed, and in silent agreement they climbed into the bed together, naked. "I'm embarrassed," she said. "I hate to imagine what you must think of me now."

Herb pulled her close. "Me too. I . . . I never imagined I could do anything like that."

She gave him a squeeze. "No kidding. Four times?"

He felt the blood rushing to his face. "You were goading me on, you know."

"I know. I guess I got carried away."

"I think we both got carried away," he said.

They were quiet, holding each other, lost in their thoughts. "You think she's going to be alright?" Maureen asked.

"Yeah. Sore for a while. I . . . I wasn't as hard on her as I was with you. I'm sorry about that."

"Sorry you weren't harder on her, or sorry about what you did to me?" she asked.

"You, of course. She had it coming. And then some."

"Apology accepted. I deserved it. Jesus, Herb, it's hard to believe that I was planning on doing that, and worse, to you."

"Tell me about it." 

After a few minutes of silence, Maureen turned to him. She kissed him softly. "Did you enjoy that?"

"What?"

"You know. Using her like that."

He blushed, remembering all he'd done to the woman's helpless body. "I thought we weren't going to ever talk about it. One time only, no accusations, no recriminations, no regrets."

"I'm not accusing. You seemed to really get into it, that's all."

"I wasn't the only one," he said defensively.

"No you weren't. I never expected any of it. Not in a million years."

"Sorry you did it?" he asked.

"No. She had it coming. I guess I was just surprised. You did enjoy it, didn't you? A lot."

"It would be hard to deny it. You were there."

She reached down and caressed his cock, surprised to feel that he was hard. "Did you ever think about doing that to me?"

"What? It almost killed me to hit you twice with the cane. I couldn't."

"Not that, silly. Afterward. Would you want me tied down, helpless, exposed, so you could use me however you saw fit? Any opening, any way you wanted, as often as you wanted."

"I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"If you used enough lube, and warmed me up, you wouldn't hurt me."

He was slow to respond. "I thought about it."

"You did? When? While you were doing her?"

"When I had you tied up. I thought about it. I never would have done it."

"I'd let you. Anything you want."

"I thought we agreed, this was it. No more trying to make up for the past. No more apologies or recriminations. This was it."

She stroked his cock slowly, feeling its firmness. "It's not about that. I . . . I think I'd like it."

"You'd like it?!"

"I think so. I'd be willing to find out. I wouldn't complain if you used that vibrator on me."

He chuckled, stroking her ass cheek. "Man, she came a lot, didn't she?"

"Tons. I was getting jealous." She pushed him onto his back and straddled him, before slowly easing his surprising new hardness into her.

"If we did, I might get a little carried away," he said.

"I'd want you to. Don't hold back. Use me."

"Next weekend?"

She giggled. "You gonna be recharged by then? I expect at least as good as she got."

"I'm sure I'll manage."

She rode him in silence, gazing down at the man she loved and had very nearly lost. "I love you."

"I know."

"Are we going to be alright?" she asked.

"Better than alright. But no more acting without discussing, and no more ultimatums."

"Never. I swear, I've learned my lesson."

"Good. Now what are we going to do about Anita and Monique?"

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



Cheating Wives Always Slip Up



Many thanks to HMAuthor for all the hard work in editing and improving this story.

*****

Almost overnight, their marriage was on the rocks.

Maureen and Herb both knew something was wrong. He acted cool and withdrawn. She noticed.

When they talked to each other, his responses were cagey. Sometimes he humored her. Other times, it almost sounded as though he was interrogating her.

She waited for him to tell her what was going on, but he never did. After more than a week of this, she asked him one night, "Are you suspicious of me? Is that why you're acting strange?"

"Come on. Could I have any reason to be suspicious of you?"

"Do you think I've done something wrong?" she asked.

"Why would I think that?"

"I don't know," she said. "Our lives are such an open book that it would be difficult to hide something from you. It would probably take you less than a day to find out."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because you're so smart," she said. "I couldn't fool you."

"You're smarter than me," he said. "You could outsmart me. You always gloat when you prove me wrong."

"How often does that happen?" she asked. "I almost never come out ahead, and that's why I make such a big deal out of it when I do. And I don't mind hearing you always telling everybody that I'm smarter and better looking than you when other husbands are putting their wives down. But everybody knows that isn't true. They all say the same thing: You're the one with the brains and I'm the one with the temper."

"You're as successful as I am."

"You know why," she said. "I use everything I've got - my looks, my personality, my acting classes in college, my persistence and, most of all, hard work. I'm not saying you don't work hard, but you use your brains at work, so you don't have to be nice to the customers."

"Yes," he said, "your customers like you a lot better than my customers like me."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." he said. "Forget it,"

The conversation ended there, but similar conversations continued to take place. They had no sex for more than a week, which was unusual for them, and when they did, it was a strange kind of coupling. They satisfied each other, but the intimacy was missing.

Two nights after the sex, he could tell she was about to blow her top. Her eyes shot daggers at him, and she said maybe five words to him all night. He looked at her expectantly but was careful not to provoke her, and she never said what was bothering her. In bed, she seemed to be trying to curl up in a ball as far away from him as possible.

He wondered what would happen the next night, but she had calmed down by then, and it was back to the strange conversations. She initiated sex a few days later, but again it was more like they were animals than lovers.

He woke up Saturday morning, a week and a half after that, and found she had gone downstairs. He went to the kitchen and found her at the stove.

"Do I smell pancakes?" he asked.

"Yes."

"What's the occasion?"

"Today is a special day," she said. "I'm going to tell you everything you want to know, and then we're going to start the rest of our lives. It's going to get rough later, so I thought we'd begin with a nice breakfast."

"Uh..." he said, trying to think of something to say.

"Close your mouth, Herb, or a fly's going to get in," she said. "Isn't this what you've been waiting for? Don't you want to hear the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?"

"Yes, but..." he started to say.

"No questions," she interrupted. "We're going to have a leisurely breakfast, and we're not going to talk. I'm going to look at you and think about our six years together and about our plans to start a family next year and about why I married you and how much I love you."

She put a hand up and said, "I can see you want to say something, but now is not the time. I'm going to tell you everything, including some things I know you don't want to hear. All of it will be the truth. I won't hold anything back. After that, it will be your turn to say and do whatever you want."

They ate in silence. He stared at her face, and she stared at his. He looked puzzled. He couldn't decide what she was thinking. At times, she looked as angry as she looked during one of their rare bitter arguments. At other times, she looked so sad he thought she might burst into tears. One time, when she looked at him with her mournful expression, he turned away, because her suffering was painful for him to watch.

He sat there as she cleared the dishes, because when he began to help she motioned for him stay put, and brushed a tear from her eye. When she was finished, she took his hand and led him up the stairs to their bedroom.

"We're going to do this in bed," she said, "and we're going to be naked." She took off her robe and nightie, climbed up on their king size bed and sat cross-legged waiting for him.

"Don't you think...?" he began.

"I told you, Herb," she interrupted. "I've been thinking and working hard on this for the last week and a half, and if you want to hear everything you need to listen. But wait, don't take your clothes off yet.

"I'm not going to pressure you. We both are stubborn and like to have our way, but today I'm not going to try to get you to do anything you don't want. No reluctance. If you're reluctant, I'll stop. No non-consent. I'm not going to do anything unless I get your consent.

"So if you'd rather not hear what I want to tell you, which is the whole truth, I will respect that. In that case, I think we both know what comes next, because I can't go on like this, and I don't think you want to either. Should I get dressed and call it a day, or do you want to join me on the bed?"

For a moment, Herb stood immobile staring at her. Then he slowly took off his shorts, shirt and boxers and got on the bed facing her.

"May I begin?" she asked, and he nodded.

"I know this is backwards," she said, "but before I talk about what could tear us apart, I want to propose a solution that could keep us together. I want you to have this solution in your mind before I tell you the whole truth. But like I said before, I'm just going to suggest this solution. If you don't like it, we won't do it.

"You know what a hothead I am. You are much calmer. The last few weeks have proven how much patience you have. You've been waiting and watching and listening to every word I say. You were probably boiling inside, but you never showed it.

"Because you're so much more in control of yourself, you would never think of a solution this extreme, but I think you'll understand where it came from. Whenever the subject of cheating has come up, even before we were married, you and I were of one mind. Neither of us ever felt anything but contempt and disgust for a cheater, no matter what the circumstances might be. Fidelity is almost as important as love for both of us. Am I right?"

"Yes, you're right," he said quietly.

"Since you could say our feelings are extreme in this matter, I think the solution needs to be extreme also. Now I'll show you the solution."

He watched her as she moved up the bed to the headboard and took hold of the long pillow that she loved. It was so long that it was almost two-thirds of the width of the bed. His smaller pillow barely squeezed next to hers without going over the side.

She pulled the long pillow down to the middle of the bed and centered it. "Move over to the side, please," she said, and after he did, she lay down on the pillow. But she didn't lay her head on it. She lay on it so that her mid-section was on the pillow. She was draped over it so that when she put her head down, it rested on the bed, and her knees also rested on the bed. Her buttocks were high in the air, pushed up by the pillow. He stared at her and didn't hear what she said next until she repeated it.

"Please go to my dresser and pull open the top left drawer and take out what you find inside."

He got up from the bed and followed her instructions. He looked at the pieces of leather and cloth in his hands and looked at her and didn't move.

"Bring the restraints over her, and I'll show you what to do." 

When he walked over to the bed, she stretched her arms out and showed him how to close the restraints over her wrists using the heavy Velcro fasteners and then how to attach the other ends to the bedposts. Then she had him do the same thing to her ankles. 

When he finished, she was spread eagle on her stomach on the bed with her arms and legs wide apart and her butt raised high by the long pillow. As he stared at her, he heard her breathe in deeply a few times and saw her body shaking. 

When she had recovered from her shaking, she said. "Please go to my closet and push aside the blouses on the lower left. You'll see some things in the corner behind them. Please bring them here and put them in my hands."

He found some thin sticks and when he pulled them out into the light, he saw he was holding five rattan canes, all with curved handles. He looked at them and looked at Maureen with her butt in the air. He held his breath.

"Herb!" she yelled as she turned her head and saw him standing motionless.

"What?" he asked as he snapped out of his trance.

"I know what you're thinking, but please don't cane me until I've finished."

"I wasn't thinking about that," he said, not very convincingly. "I mean, I'm not going to do anything to you."

"Herb, I don't want to hear that," she said. "Remember, you aren't saying anything until you've heard me out. Now please bring me the canes and place them in my hands. Yes, like that. Holding them tightly gives me the illusion that I can prevent you from taking one.

"Now come closer to me so I don't have to twist my head around to talk to you. You've already guessed the solution, but you know I'm a stickler for details. I always insist on knowing every little detail. It's a habit I got into at work, because by doing that, I always found out some things that other people thought were trivial or never heard about; and those little details are one of the reasons I've been so successful.

"I know you and our friends think it's tiresome when I pump them for details about something they're saying. And when I'm telling a story, I have to spell everything out, even though you and everyone else wishes I wouldn't.

"There are multiple canes in my hands because I'm sure at least one or two will be broken. I've done my research, and the caning will be done three ways. To prevent injury, all the strokes will be below the waist, from the ass down to above the back of the knees. The first way will be across from the left side of the bed, and the second way will be across from the right side. The strokes will be administered with full strength and will be terribly painful and create lines that cut into the butt and swell into purple welts that cause the pain to double as the cane comes down on them a second time and then a third and then who knows how many times. But the third way will be the worst of all.

"Please move back behind my legs and look at me. The third strokes will be given from behind and down the body. Can you imagine the pain when the canes lay vertical lines that intersect with the horizontal lines? Now look at where my legs come together. What do you see?"

"Your bush."

"Yes," she said. "I know you love it, and I love what you do with your fingers and your mouth, but when the cane comes slashing down between the cheeks, it does two horrible things. It slashes into the asshole, and a fraction of a second later it strikes through the bush, right into the vagina. These are probably the most sensitive and vulnerable parts of a woman's body. I don't know how to compare the pain of that stroke because a woman is different from a man. But maybe you can imagine that cane whipping into your asshole and ripping into your balls at the same time.

"I don't know how a man feels, but for a woman, that stroke drives her temporarily out of her mind with pain. Her uncontrollable hysteria makes the other strokes even more painful, and then, of course, comes the next stroke into her asshole and vagina.

"Please move back to my side. My neck is starting to hurt from twisting it around to talk to you back there. Come here next to me. Being in this position and realizing what it means does strange things to your mind. Can you see me trembling?

"Lie down next to me with the pillow under your stomach and stretch out your arms next to mine and you'll get an idea of what I'm feeling. Wait. There's not enough room for you. Unhook my wrists for a second so I can move over a little. That's it. Now you're lying in the same position as me. Stretch your arms and legs out like mine and see if you can feel the fear."

He followed her instructions, and as he did he felt her move. He turned his head and saw her bending down to take off her leg restraints with the hands that he had just freed. In what seemed like less than a second, she was back lying next to him, but still moving.

He turned his head in time to see her attach his right wrist to a restraint. His left wrist was already trapped in the other one. He raised his head and yelled, "Hey!" He saw the canes in front of him and quickly grabbed them with his hands and held them tight as he felt her jump off the bed and heard her bare feet as she ran out of the room and then right back. His legs weren't restrained and he began kicking them and yelling.

His yelling broke into a blood-curdling cry a second after she ran back into their bedroom. For a moment he had heard the sound of wings in the air, like a large bird, and then a lightning bolt came out of the sky and struck him in his left butt cheek. He imagined he could hear the sizzling of burning flesh as the pain surged through his body. Maybe it wasn't a lightning bolt, but a branding iron. She had branded his flesh. He heard her say something but couldn't make out what. It was, "Oops, sorry."

Right after she said it, he heard another disturbance in the air, followed by another lightning bolt, or branding iron, burning into his right butt cheek. He screamed again, and she said, "Oops, sorry," again.

Then the bird wings whirred through the air a third time, but this time was different. It was like a two knives slashing into his skin and opening two huge wounds. Or it was someone with an icepick in each hand, plunging them into him at the same time. One went right into his anus, and the other right into his testicles.

The pain from the ice picks made him lose any control he had left. He was screaming, crying, coughing and choking on his saliva. His nose was running and his legs were thrashing in all directions. The pain welled up stronger, and he began to get short of breath and feel nauseous. Then he passed out.

He awoke with a start and looked around him. Maureen was sitting next to him on the bed looking at him with a worried expression. As his eyes fluttered, she looked relieved and said, "You're back."

"How long was I out?" was the first thing he could think of to say. It felt like hours.

"Less than a minute," she said.

That's when he remembered what had happened, and he yelled and began struggling with his arms and kicking his legs. To his surprise, he wasn't restrained anymore. He jumped up from the bed with a cry and backed away from her. His face was wild and twisted, full of rage and confusion.

Maureen got up and pulled one of the easy chairs next to the bed. "Please sit down here," she said, "and I'll sit on the edge of the bed so we can finish."

"I'm leaving," he said. "You're insane."

"I won't say you're wrong," she said. "Maybe I am insane, but please listen to me at least three more minutes before you leave. As you can see, you aren't restrained anymore, so you can do anything you like. You can even hurt me if you want. You're much stronger than I am, so I probably couldn't get away."

"What rubbish!" he yelled. "I don't want to hear any more of this crazy stuff."

"Just a few more minutes is all I ask, and then you can decide whether you want to hear any more or leave. Please."

"OK," he said, sitting down in the chair. "But I don't have much patience left, so this better make more sense than what you did a few minutes ago."

"Thank you, Herb," she said. "First, I want to apologize for that and tell you what happened. I purposely left one of the canes in the guest bedroom and went to get it once you were restrained. I've been practicing for days, and I thought I would be more accurate. But I got nervous and missed the first two times. You were only supposed to get one stroke, the one across your asshole and your balls.

"I didn't want to do that one either, but it was necessary, because I think you'll agree that you could never imagine pain like that. You had to experience it before you could make a good decision. Not that it's any comfort to you, but my consultant gave me the same stroke a few days ago, so I would have some idea how it would feel. That's how I was able to describe it to you so accurately.

"The reason you had to feel it was because I'm going to give you more like it this morning. Most of the strokes will be from the left and right, but there will be a number of the horrible ones that slash into your ass and your balls. Have you looked at your balls. I checked them, and the stroke didn't make them bleed, but there's a big purple welt that must be causing you a lot of pain right now. There's another one across your asshole that looks bad too.

"There's something else I'm going to do to you that I'll tell you about in a few minutes that's maybe not as painful but even more humiliating.

"Maybe you're thinking right now that I've got a gun or I'll get some help in forcing you to submit to all that mortification, but you don't have to look around like that. I only needed to make sure of that one stroke, so you could process it for your decision. I promised you nothing would be non-consensual or reluctant, and I guess I lied a bit. But everything else that will happen to you this morning will be because you want it to.

"Maybe that's the wrong way to put it. A better way would be to say that you'll accept it willingly, if not enthusiastically. There will be no coercion. You'll take it all because you want to.

"Or maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you'll get up and walk out. I've gone over three minutes, but I see you aren't getting up, so I'll assume at least stay to hear why I think you'll want to let me hurt you so cruelly.

"Here's what will happen if you don't leave. First, I'll tell you the whole truth, like I promised. Then I'll tell you exactly what I plan to do. Then you'll make your decision.

"I know you're full of questions, but you'll soon understand why I don't want you to say anything yet. Later, you can say anything you want and and talk as long as you want. I'll be listening closely to everything you say.

"When you started acting strange, I was confused at first. Then I got a little angry, but I was still more confused than angry. I finally figured it out the night I asked you if you were suspicious of me.

"No, that's not exactly right. I didn't get it until a week later. I was thinking about that night and remembered telling you that our lives were such an open book that it would take less than a day to find out about anything unusual. I said it to encourage you to check on me, but nothing had changed. I thought to myself, why not spend some time myself to see if I could find out why you were acting that way. I was right about it taking less than a day. It was only a little over five hours before I found out you had cheated.

"I don't know if you remember the night I found out. I was about to explode and let you have it. I'm glad I didn't because I don't think any good would have come out of it. Luckily, after I slept on it, I woke up with a different perspective. I was still as angry and hurt as I was when I discovered what you did, and I'm feeling exactly the same right now. But I channeled my emotions in two directions.




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"The first one was solving the mystery that I still hadn't solved: Why were you acting like that? You weren't acting like you were hiding anything. In fact, it was almost the exact reverse. You were acting as if I was the one who had cheated. The second thing I began working on that day was evaluating my feelings about you and our marriage.

"It didn't take me long to find out who she was, and once I knew that, everything fell into place. The second part took longer, because I didn't want to rush my decision. But after a lot of thought, I was certain that I still loved you so much that I needed to find a way that I could work through my anger and take you back. That's when I looked online and found my consultant. She's a dominatrix, and she gave me a lot of insight into how to hurt and humiliate men.

"So now I'm going to tell you a story about how I think all of this happened. It's all guesswork. If you want to, you can tell me later what I got right and what I got wrong.

"The woman you cheated with works with me. Like a lot of my fellow workers, she's jealous. Some of them are better looking than I am, but they're still jealous. They can't understand how I use my personality to accomplish so much more than they do. They're convinced that I sleep with every male customer - I'm sure that's what some of the women do - and they talk about me behind my back. A few times, they've made remarks to my boss or a customer, but it's always backfired on them, so they mostly just exercise their dirty little minds when they go out drinking with each other.

"This woman - no, Herb, don't say anything - this woman I'm thinking of must have run into you somehow, probably by accident. Maybe you seduced her, or maybe it was mutual, but my guess is once she knew you were my husband, she put a lot of effort into seducing you.

"After the two of you did the deed, my guess is that you were feeling guilty, and she told you that everyone knew I was cheating on you, and all you had to do was watch and listen and I'd soon give myself away.

"I think you were hoping that she was right, and that if you could find out about my cheating, you would be able to admit what you had done, and we could have called it even and moved on.

"Unfortunately, my feelings about cheating have never changed. My blood boils whenever the subject comes up, and I know in my soul that no matter what you did, I would die before I'd cheat on you. Even though you cheated on me, I never thought once of getting revenge by doing the same to you.

"That is, I never thought about it until I met with the consultant. I couldn't decide what to do to get over my anger. Whatever she suggested didn't feel right. Then she got the idea of me imagining that I had cheated on you. It was hard, but with her help, I finally was able to pretend I betrayed you. Once I could do that, I had no trouble thinking of horrible punishments for you to inflict on me for betraying you. From there, it was easy to adapt a couple of them to you.

"So here's what's going to happen this morning. You are going to lie across this pillow. I've left the hand restraints connected to the bed, but not to fasten your wrists. I think you might want to grab them and hold tight to help you get through this. I'm going to use these canes on you until you are completely covered with deep stripes, and many of them are bleeding. And those strokes between your ass cheeks are going to turn your asshole into hamburger and make your balls swell into large black globes covered with purple hills where the canes cut into you. I learned from my consultant exactly how far I could go without doing permanent damage, and I'm not going to go anywhere near that far because I want your children.

"The other thing I mentioned that I think is even worse will happen when you pass out from the pain. I will somehow drag your body to the toilet. I've set it up so I can prop you up and give you an enema, and you'll probably come to while sitting on the toilet,

"After you're cleaned out, the next time the pain makes you lose consciousness, I'm going to fill your ass with lube and start working it with my fingers. I'll stop when you wake up, and then I'll start caning you again.

"Eventually, I'll get all my fingers up your ass and then my whole hand. And then I'm going to make love to your ass with my hand. It's small, so I'm going to try to make it into a fist.

"At that point, I will have finished with the caning, and I'm going to use one hand to make love with your penis while my other hand is making love to your ass. My consultant loaned me a large powerful bulb vibrator that I'll place against your swollen balls while I'm using both hands. Even though your balls will be in agony by this time and I'll be pushing my fist in and out of your scarred asshole, the stimulation from this special vibrator will eventually make your sperm come out. I think that will humiliate you beyond any of the pain, and once I do that I'll be finished.

"You'll be in pain for weeks, so you won't appreciate that I've given myself a maximum of two hours because I don't want to risk any real damage. But I think it can be over in an hour or less, and that's where you come in.

"Soon it will be your turn to talk, and you can tell me whatever you want. You're probably not thinking straight right now, so I'll remind you how much I love detail. You can't go into too much detail for me. You can tell me who she is and everything you know about her and how close I was in my guess about what happened and what she told you. You can describe every detail of her naked body and compare it to mine. You can tell me everything you and she did in detail and then tell me again in more detail.

"It's all up to you what you want to say. I'm not going to ask any questions or say a single word, but I'd love to hear whatever you choose to share with me while I'm caning and fisting you. I can't tell you for sure what my reaction will be, but I think that the more detail I hear, the more my mood will lighten up. I have a feeling that if I feel you're holding back, I'm going to go at you even harder. But all this is just a feeling. I can't predict what I'm going to do. So it's up to you. You can say nothing, or you can scream out your story through the slashes of the cane and the punches of my fist into you. No promises, but I'm pretty sure if you choose to talk, I'll have enough in an hour or so.

"There's only one thing you aren't allowed to say - not now, not while I'm punishing you and not for the rest of your life. You can't tell me how sorry you are, how much you regret what you did, how you'll make it up to me or anything like that. Hearing that will make my temper flare, and I'll get angry all over again.

"If you stay here and endure what I do to you, that's the most powerful proof to me that you're sorry and want to make it up to me. That's all I'll need.

"After we finish, I don't think we need to go to counseling or do anything special. We'll need to go slowly and carefully until your body and my mind are healed, but I think we can still build a wonderful life together, including children. And this doesn't need to ever come up again.

"That's what I want, but the decision is yours. Now that you know exactly what I'm going to do and have an idea what it will feel like, you can make your decision based on real facts. I think you're going to stay, but I could be wrong.

"Maybe you think I really am a cheater. When I was working with my consultant and pretending to cheat so I could come up with the punishment for me - and you - she got nowhere by trying to get me to imagine having sex with a customer or one of my superiors. We finally came up with me having a hard day at work, stopping at a bar by myself, having too many drinks, getting sweet talked by a man who looked like a movie star and letting him take me to a hotel. Can you imagine me ever doing something like that?

"Maybe I did and managed to wipe it from my mind and I'm deluding myself that I've been true. If that's what you think, go for it. If you show me anything that just puts a slight doubt in my mind, I'll be glad to call it even and forget about my revenge.

"There are other ways you can avoid the pain and humiliation. You could prove me wrong. I didn't find out from her. I'm sure she's scared of me, so she never told anyone else what the two of you did. All I have is circumstantial evidence - no eyewitnesses, no photos, no video. I think my information and my sources are pretty good, but maybe there's a conspiracy against you and everyone was lying to me.

"If that's the case, we'll find out in court. I'll bring my witnesses, and you bring yours. If you don't subpoena her, I will. I don't think she's tough enough to hide anything under cross-examination, so the truth will come out. If she and you didn't do anything, I'll get on my knees in the courtroom and beg you to forgive me for falsely accusing you. If you do, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.

"Or maybe you think we've run our course, that what I'm doing proves I don't really love you. Or maybe you just don't love me that much anymore, and that was the real reason you cheated. In that case, there's no reason for you to endure all the pain.

"I'll repeat one more time. You can walk away now or you can stop any time you don't think I'm worth any more pain. If you do, it will be simple. I'll get dressed, pack up a suitcase and be gone in less than an hour. The next time we see each other will be with lawyers.

"I am going to cut you a little slack. I know this will be hard, so if you're at the end of your rope, you can tell me to stop, and I'll stop. You can even leave the room. That's why I have this little timer here. I'll set it for a minute or so, and if you're back on the bed when it goes off, it will be as if nothing happened.

"I don't think I'll have to use the timer more than once because I'm sure you'll realize that all it does is extend the process. If you just keep talking or screaming your story to me and focus on making sure I hear every little detail, I'm certain we'll be done in an hour. Then we can start working on healing your body and our marriage. What do you say?"



Cheating Wives: B



There she was! All tall, sliding out the passenger side of the car. She had to be the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. With a perfect body, pronounced chest and long hair that flowed all the way down to her ass; I couldn't help but stop and stare in awe of her beauty. 

"This is Shihda, my wife " Kashif introduced her. 

"Shihda, this is my boss."

"So glad to meet you," I jumped out of my trance to step up and shake her hand, politely caressing it.

"Oh, thank you. Me too." She turned bashful with embarrassment. Shihda expressed interest in me from the first meeting. I could see it in her expression, the way her body tensed, the way her eyes opened wide. 

"I heard Kashif talk about you many times but you're not at all what I pictured."

"Oh!" I looked Shihda. "And what exactly did you expect?"

"I'm not sure," Shihda said and laughed. "Just different. Not so tall, and maybe a little older." 

'We'll have to talk later, maybe after the dinner. I'd like to get to know you a lot better."

I looked Kashif but he didn't seem to notice it.

I started to think about Shihda from the very first time we met. She seemed attracted to me and I was absolutely attracted to her. From the first day I read her eyes, which said that I had guessed correctly. With the advantage of my experience, I can tell when a woman wants to be fucked, and Shihda most certainly wanted me to fuck her. I couldn't believe the way she stared me!

The dress she wore showed off her cleavage. Not only I but also all my employees couldn't help but take the occasional glance to her.

About a week after the party one evening, I called Kashif at home after hours. I was surprised to hear Shihda's voice. Kashif wasn't there so I talked to Shihda and informed her that a very important document was inadvertently left in Kashif's briefcase and I needed it immediately. Since Kashif was not at home. I talked Shihda for a long time and when I was about to hang up, I asked her if I might I call her later.

"Yes! Why not in the morning?"

Thus we started it and soon we were talking cautiously by phone. I started saying to her that she looked very nice at our party, and that I'm dying to meet her again and so on. I spent a lot of time talking to Shihda on the phone.

The next couple of weeks led us nearer to each other. It came out that Kashif hadn't loved her or even slept with her more than occasionally. She asked me, "Do you think me fat? My husband thinks I am too fat for him."

" You have a few extra pounds but the way you carry them, they only make you more attractive, as far as I was concerned." She had full, plump breasts, and a nice round butt. She was chubby, yes, but in a very sexy way. 

I persuaded her to meet me outside and finally she agreed with a lot of reluctance to meet me in a mall where we went to a restaurant. We drank some cold drinks and we talked for a long time but I never touched her once all the time we were there.

When she told me that she want to go, I led her to a shopping store where we go in and I ask what she would like.

" No! You will select it."

I selected a dozen outfits for her which she refused at first but, when I insisted strongly, she agreed and after that we bought perfume and a lot of women's things. After that we went to a jewelry shop where she select one necklace and some earrings. I could feel that she was walking on air because she never thought about being able to do the shopping we did in her lifetime and after that I gave a lot of gifts to her.

The whole time I treated her and talked to her like a family member. I just told her how in love I am with her and she confessed that she liked me too.

Once after few months I asked her on the phone if she would have sex with me. She could not refuse without offending me and therefore eagerly agreed. She said, "Yes! But where?"

"I'll arrange it."

"I don't want to be seen in public with you "

"Don't worry about it. No one would see us together. At least you can come into a hotel alone where we'll meet in a private room." 

"Ok! But can you wait for me a few more days?"

"I've been waiting this long. I think a few more day won't kill me."

"My husband has a meeting with one of his relatives in another city and he is going next week. We will meet then."

The next week, Kashif approached me for two days leave that I granted him with my blessings.

Then I call Shihda and told her that Kashif was going on leave from the next day and we arranged our meeting day in a famous hotel of the city, deciding to meet at 11 AM.

The next day, I walked in to find Shihda waiting for me in the reception area of the hotel where I had reserved a room the day before. When I saw her, she was dressed in the cream color shilwar (loose trousers) and red qameez (long shirt used commonly by Indian women) that clung to every luscious curve of her body like it was sprayed on, and showed enough skin to really set the imagination to work. So I couldn't take my eyes off of her. My heart was beating like a drum and I know it was obvious how much I was in love with this woman.

When we were going to the room through the hotel lobby, she was too nervous and depressed, so I said her, "Shihda, just relax. I don't expect you to do anything you don't want to do. If you're truly not comfortable with this, we'll go back."

"I will do anything to please you but I have never done it before and my heart is jumping out of my chest."

"I am always crazy for you, Shihda, but I'm not trying to corrupt you. I just want to have you close to me." I kissed her lightly on the cheek in the elevator. 

"I also want to be close to you," Shihda replied to me with a kiss.

We laughed again and headed through the door. We were alone then in the room. She and I stood and looked at each other for a moment, and then we both started laughing.

Soon Shihda found her way into my arms. We stood that way for a long time and, I have to admit, having Shihda in my arms felt like a part of my soul had come home. I knew I was going to fuck this woman, just not sure when, but I wanted her for the rest of my life.

Shihda must have been reading my mind, because she gave a great sigh, and spoke.

"Is it just me or does this feel completely right? I feel like I've come home after a long trip and I'm finally relaxing. Does that make any sense?"

I smiled and gently planted a kiss on her lips. We stayed like that for a few minutes, gently kissing, nothing more, then she broke it. She slipped out of my arms, and dropped onto the couch. I took the chair across from her, and we looked at each other for a long moment.

"I know you're a nice man and love me. I just want to go back to you holding me in your arms and not letting me go but I don't know why I'm afraid of unknown and unseen events."

I reached out and took her hand in mine. "Trust me, Shihda.

My cock was swelling quickly, and as much as I wanted to simply rip my clothes off and take her then and there, I promised I was going to make these moments to remember, for both of us.

I wasted no more time, lifting her to stand and slowly undressed her. Soon she was only in her bra and panties. She did a slow turn and when her back was to me she reached behind and unclasped her bra. She slowly turned back to face me. With her bra unclasped she cradled her breasts in the bra cups and soon her bra and panties both were on the floor. There for the first time I saw her nude. She had a clean-shaven pussy, Full, plump breast that sat high on her chest, and a beautiful, slightly plump belly.

I pulled her to me, planting kisses on her stomach, then working my way to her breasts. I took one of them in my hand. At first, I just felt its weight in my fingers then I pinched one of the nipples. 

She looked into my eyes and smiled.

Her nipples were harder than diamond, or so it seemed to me. I licked my lips and then I gently kissed one, then the other and, by the way she shivered as I did it, I realized that she had very sensitive nipples so I spent some time giving them attention. I licked and sucked each one and kissed the sensitive skin between them. I sucked her nipples until they were swollen, red and erect. I nibbled that certain spot at the base her neck. I felt her body tense and quiver as she experienced my tongue.

"I've been waiting so long for you to make love to me, I will not wait a moment longer. I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone or anything in my life."

She lay on the bed on her back and spread her arms out and lay there for me to take advantage of. The look on her face told me how much she loved the feelings she was experiencing. I wasn't disappointed, as she was willing to do everything I'd ever expected of her.

I licked and sucked her tight snatch and slipped my fingers deep inside of her. Shihda cried out, "Please don't hurt me. Do me, please."

I climbed up between her thighs and pressed my cock against the slit of her cunt but I didn't move. Shihda went a little crazy at that point.

"Inside! I need you inside me. Fuck me, put it in me – now!" 

So I teased her with it, slipping it in slightly, then quickly pulling back out. She moaned every time I pulled it away, until I slipped it all the way in. I thrust my hips forward as hard and as fast as I could. She grunted when I hit bottom. Then I pulled out of her as slowly as I possibly could. Fast, hard and deep followed by slow, slow withdrawal. Every time I started pulling out she lifted her hips toward mine as fast as she could trying to control the pace and contact until she was exhausted from her effort.

"Please do it Slowly," she whispered. "We're in no hurry here. I want it to enjoy. I want you to fill me full of your seed. I want you to take your time and fuck me like I've never been fucked before!"

We rested for a few minutes, saying those words that lovers say.

Then I went to work on her again. She brought her legs up and rested them on my shoulders and I quickly developed a pounding rhythm. I was fucking her like crazy while she was moaning loudly, "Oh, yes! I would be proud to be your woman, Take me; make me your woman. Fuck me like I'm your wife!" she nearly screamed.

Shihda moaned as her head turned from side to side, begging me to fuck her hard and fast.

She whimpered, "That's it! Fuck me good! Make yourself cum! I want nothing but to please you as you please me!"

I rode her like a stallion does a mare. She begged me to never stop!

I could feel my prick slipping into her wet pussy and feel the tightness in my groin as I pushed it deep in her warm cunt. Her lips found mine in gratitude of my cock giving her so much pleasure. 

She wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles. "I want to keep you here like this forever," she said.

I think I shot more inside of her that day than I ever have in my life. Shihda pulled me down to her and we kissed. I slipped down next to her and we spent a few minutes that way, just enjoying the closeness of each other's bodies.

Slowly she relaxed and admitted shyly to me that this had never happened to her in her life. She said, "Your love was the most pleasurable experience of my lifetime."

After a few minutes we both went to the bathroom one by one. Then we lay there beside each other, our bodies sharing warmth. She definitely was a hot woman because she touched me in all of the right places and after half an hour she finally had me hard enough to fuck her again.

This time she had her own ideas and she slowly climbed on me. I watched as she slowly opened her pussy lips and sat on top of my cock. She pushed slowly down hitting my pubic bone, she pushed herself back up and then down very erotically. 

Soon she settled into a rhythm that made my entire body burn with desire. Her pussy was warm and silky and she was really warm. My balls pulled close to my body and my breathing became deeper and deeper.

I reached for her full breasts and squeezed her nipples. Her head fell back and I reached between her legs and felt her hard clit as she rode me like a bronco. 

This was not the first time for a woman to ride me but this was the best that any woman had ever straddled me. She was slippery wet and hot and soft.

Finally my seed spurted into her pussy and filled her to overflowing. Her body shook with ecstasy. 

She fell to my chest and her body shivered. Her breathing was fast and erratic. Then she fell quiet. Her breathing calmed and became consistent with sleep. 

After that we coupled one time more that day.

We started to meet frequently for love, which resulted in her becoming pregnant. Initially both she and I were surprised but I persuaded her to have the child since there was no risk and her husband was completely in the dark about our affair. She had a girl and Shihda and I still continue our illicit affair secretly and as often as we get a chance. Since then I had met a dozen women but I am literally an addict to the most pleasurable sex sessions I can imagine with this fantastic woman.



Cheating Wives



Over a few months I became fairly close to two women who used to meet me in town for chats and we finally exchanged phone numbers so they could speak to me on the phone when we did not see each other in the town. One of the women rang me one night and sounded very distressed. After much talking and trying to calm her down, she explained that she was in a bind as she had missed the last bus home from town. You see, no matter how big a city is in China, it seems that most buses stop around 8pm, and it was now 8:30pm and she lived on the outer edge of the city, which was about a two-hour trip. 

She explained that she had no friends or relatives in the city as she was from another part of China but had come to this city for work. I offered her the use of my spare bedroom, but the first two times I offered her she refused as she said it would not be proper for her to stay with a single guy. After much talking about how I would not 'try' anything and it was a simple gesture of friendship, she begrudgingly accepted. About 20 minutes later there was a knock on my door and I let her in.

For many years I have been a late-night person, rarely going to bed before midnight. We chatted for about an hour before she said she was tired and needed to sleep. I showed her to the spare room and said good night as I would probably watch TV for a few hours or else surf the web. She thanked me for the umpteenth time for letting her stay and I once again told her any 'friend' would do the same thing. 

An hour later she called out my name, so I went to her door and knocked, and after she answered for me to come in I was taken aback by her comment about how she had half expected that I had lied and she had thought by now I would have been trying to force myself on her sexually. I reassured her that I would keep my word and that she was safe. She thanked me again for being such a gentleman and I returned to my computer.

Thirty minutes later I could hear what sounded like crying coming from the spare room. I again went and knocked on the door and called out if she was OK.

"You must really hate me! You think I am very ugly!" she cried out.

I did not wait to be invited in but instead opened the door and demanded an explanation to her words.

"You think I am ugly because you do not try and have sex with me!" she cried out.

"I don't try to have sex with you because I gave you my word that you would be safe and it was just a matter of me helping out a friend" I blurted back at her almost in disgust.

"You tell lies. If you thought I was not ugly you would already be in bed having sex with me. But no, you sit at your computer reading and you think I am too ugly to have sex with. Go on admit it. You hate me!" she cried.

"I don't hate you. If I hated you I would never have told you there was a spare bed for you. And as for you being ugly, let me tell you now I wish I was not so well-mannered or else I would have tried something with you earlier as you are very pretty" I explained as earnestly as I could.

"You are just saying that to make me feel better, but I know you think I am really ugly!" she sobbed as she rolled over and faced away from me. "Just go away and leave my ugly face to suffer alone" she added with a huff.

"Well fuck you girl! If you won't believe my honest words, then maybe you will believe my honest actions!" I said as I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my shorts to the floor. Move over! I'm going to fuck you right now and prove that I think you are very pretty!" I growled as I slid in beside her.

She rolled over just as I was pulling the sheet up and she saw my already rigid cock poking straight at her. Her eyes bulged out it surprise as her mouth uttered that she did not believe I was turned on by her looks. I told her I had meant every word before about regretting having given my word, but as she seemed so upset that I did not try and have sex with her, I figured it was the only way to prove it to her.

As I pulled the sheet up she quickly pulled it back down as she said she had never seen a cock so large before. I almost died, as I felt so honoured to be thought of as 'large', considering that I have nothing more then six and a half inches at most and about average girth. I guess that she had only known very small guys or else the old story about Asian guys was true after all. She seemed to have her eyes glued to my cock so I told her she could touch it if she wanted, but I was going to start stripping all her clothing off so we were both naked, and not just me.

It was so hard to believe that even in the middle of a hot summer she had gone to bed wearing everything she had on. Long jeans that were so tight she must need a shoe-horn to get them on as well as a rather thick and heavy top with all the buttons done up to the neck. Once I had the top off I saw her bra and when I tried to reach around to undo it she pushed my hands away and said she did not feel right taking it off in front of me as her tits were very small. Well they were not huge but they did not seem that small from the shape of the bra and the way they seemed to be poking up in it.

I relented for the time and moved down to try and pull the jeans down and that was some task, which took all my effort as well as some help from her. I almost laughed when I saw her knickers, as they were what we used to call 'grandma knickers'. You know the ones. They start around the navel and seem to almost go down lower then the bottom of her arse cheeks. 

When I began to tug at them she did not stop me and I guess that even she realized that to have sex she would need her knickers off totally or at least down some ways, but I could still not believe that she would not let me see her tits. Her public hair was the bushiest and thickest I have ever seen in my life and looked like it had never seen a razor or light of day before.

A few more times I tried to get her to take the bra off but she declined each and every time so I gave up and went about the business at hand, namely getting my cock into its first Asian pussy, as well the first pussy of any kind in over two years. I rubbed her tits through her bra, although it became apparent that the bra was all padding and maybe she was right about having small tits after all. I kissed my way down her stomach and spent a little time tickling her navel with my tongue, before moving further south to the wild and dense forest that awaited me.

When my mouth arrived at her pussy she screamed out and asked what I was going to do. I laughed and said I was going to do what any red-blooded guy would do and give her some oral pleasure before I took my carnal pleasures. She was shocked and said she did not think anyone would stick his or her tongue there as it felt like such a dirty thing to do. I assured her that it was not a dirty thing to do and was also something I was quite looking forward to doing and that she should just lay back and enjoy what she was about to get.

Slowly kissing around the outer edge of her bush, I used my fingers to part an entrance to her hidden oasis before slowly moving my tongue to the edge of her lips. She squirmed at first as though she did not like it, but after some reassurance from me she seemed to enjoy this newfound pleasure and her moans began to come as well as a sudden moistness reaching my tongue. I began to lick a little inside of her lips for a time before delving in deeper and harder, and each time I did this her moans increased as well as her clamping of her legs tight around my ears.

After maybe 30 minutes of administering this type of pleasure to her I felt I could not wait any longer and I needed to get my cock inside of her before I exploded. I inched my way up until my cock was at her entrance and as I began to move the head of it between her wet and swollen lips she lurched her back up suddenly and took most of my rigid cock into her in one go. Well, that certainly told me that she was ready for this even if I was not.

I set about fucking her slowly at first but she seemed intent on having me take her quickly. Telling her to slow down and just enjoy it, she said that sex was meant to be hard and fast and over with in two or three minutes. I could not believe her words and wondered if this was just she or maybe sex in China is like this. Either way I was not going to be rushed, as I wanted to enjoy it for as long as I could. Who could say when my next bit of pussy would come along?

The more I tried to prolong it, the more she would thrust herself up at me, and each time she did her hip bones would grind into me. You see, this woman was thinner then the bulimic models you see on the catwalks, yet like all Chinese girls they say they are too fat. I first saw this when I was sliding down her body to give her some oral pleasure and could not believe just how little 'meat' she had on her bones. The more we grinded together the more her bones would poke into me until I decided maybe it was best to finish quicker then I had wanted.

I began to speed up my actions as well as make my pumping even harder. I would pull my cock back until it was almost out and then thrust it deep inside of her and repeated this action over and over until I could feel my balls begin to tighten and I knew the end was in sight. Each time I thrust in deep I could feel my cock hit against the entrance of what I gathered to be her womb or such other place in her body. With each stroke her moans became yells of delight as she kept repeating how big and hard my cock was. This was all it took for me to go over the edge and I was soon spurting my seeds deep into her pussy.

Once my balls had drained I collapsed on top of her and just lay there as my cock slowly shrunk until it was squeezed out with a 'plop' by the muscles of her pussy. I was much bigger then her and knew I should get off before I crushed her but she insisted that she liked me on top of her. The problem was that in my weakened state I had relaxed to a point where her bones were becoming annoyingly pointy on my skin so I begrudgingly rolled off of her. 

Thinking there was not much use in going to my room to sleep, I had decided to stay the night with her but was almost hysterical when she declared that it was not right for us to sleep together as we were not married. How strange this woman was. It was all right to fuck a single guy but not all right to sleep with him. She was intrigued by my laughter and could not see my logic that it was only natural to stay together now, as we knew each other intimately. I also used the argument that it would be easier to stay so that we could have sex more during the night if we so desired.

"What? You mean you will want to have sex with me again tonight? I have never known any guy that wanted it more then once in a week, let alone twice in a night!" she stammered.

"Well, I don't know about Chinese guys and what they like, but I know you have woken my feelings and I certainly think I will want to have you again at least once more tonight. Who knows, maybe three or four times if we are both able!" I laughed.

"I don't believe you. I think you are just trying to make me feel better. Although you already have made me feel much better then I have ever felt before in bed and I must thank you," she replied.

"Believe me, the pleasure will be all mine and if I get the chance to have sex with you a few more times tonight and maybe even again in the morning, and I certainly can't do that if I have to go back to my bed, can I now?" I giggled.

"If you fuck me as hard and as long as you did that time then I think I will like you being here with me all night after all" she grinned.

We talked a little for the next half hour or so as I played with the outer edge of her pussy as well as trying to get her to take her bra off so I could see and taste her tits, but she would not give in. Slowly my cock began to rise once more and she was surprised that a guy would get hard again so quickly. I explained that as I had not had sex for over two years, I was sure it would rise again a few more times as long as she were willing to lend me a helping hand or mouth. She asked what I meant by a 'helping mouth' and she looked almost disgusted that I would even joke about her taking my cock in her mouth. It looked like oral pleasure was something I could only give and would not be receiving, but that did not matter at the time.

By the time she was well and truly ready, as well as my cock standing up hard again, I suggested we try another position and was once again stunned to hear her say she thought there was only one way to have sex and that was with the man on top. I laughed and said maybe Chinese guys only know one way, I know many and was sure she would be surprised at some and delighted by others and hoped I had a chance to demonstrate many of them on her over the course of time.

I got her to get on her hands and knees as well as move closer to the bottom of the bed so that I could stand on the floor and penetrate her that way. She obliged after I demonstrated how I meant and she nervously awaited the new experience of being taken from behind like that. At first she was straight up on extended arms, but slowly I convinced her to lower her head down until it was on the pillow. As I thrust into her I reached under her and grabbed her hips so that I could pull her into me as I lunged into her. She screamed with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Pleasure because she enjoyed being fucked like this and feeling my cock go deeper into her then it had earlier, and pain because my cock was banging against her inner walls with each thrust.

I stopped pulling her up and into me as well as slowing down my speed so that she could have a chance to settle, and I began rubbing her back slowly up and down as I gently inserted and withdrew my cock into and out of her dripping and tight hole. As my hand went up and over her bra strap I would flick it slightly which gave her a jolt at times. This I did for a reason, so I could get her used to me touching her bra so she would not be ready for my eventual move on freeing her tits from their restraints. 

When I finally snapped the clasp of her bra I quickly moved my hands under her so that I cupped them both before she had time to complain. She was right and they were very small, but she was also wrong in her thoughts that I would laugh or think they were strange, as I liked the feeling of being able to cup them totally into each hand. I could not wait to get the chance to take each of them into my mouth and taste them as well, but that would have to wait as I was enjoying fucking her from behind and was not going to stop just to taste her tits.

A few minutes of me penetrating her like this as I massaged and caressed her tits and she was soon begging me to fuck her harder and deeper as she was about to cum and wanted me to cum with her. I picked up my speed and increased my thrusting deeper with each stroke and soon we were both grunting and moaning loudly as we seemed to orgasm simultaneously before we both collapsed onto the bed in a heap of wasted flesh.

As her strength regained and she rolled over and I pulled her in close to me and kissed her passionately on the lips, but she pushed my away again. Asking why she did this she said she could not explain right now, but she just did not feel right kissing me like that. All I could guess was it had to have been my breath as I had a few beers earlier and maybe she did not like the taste, but then realized it was the strange feeling of kissing my mouth after I had earlier been licking her pussy. Guess I can't blame her as I think I felt that way the first time a girl kissed me after giving me oral sex.

She said she was tied and needed to sleep as she started to grab her clothes. I asked what she was doing and she said she always slept fully dressed when she was not in her bed and she felt strange being naked. I again laughed and said she must stay naked if she wanted more sex during the night. She could not accept that I would be able to get hard again after two hard fucks but relented and said she will believe it when she sees it.

Rolling away from me and onto her side she said she would try and sleep and I should wake her if I ever get hard again. I also was tired but no matter how much I tried, I could not sleep knowing and feeling that she was there and naked snuggled into me. I gently stoked her arse with one hand as my other draped across her and teased her nipples for a time before dropping down and rubbing her pussy a little.

The more I touched her the more restless she got and soon she rolled onto her back so I had easier access to her tits and pussy. This gave me the chance to finally taste them and I wasted no time in positioning myself on my hands and knees so I could get to them without squashing her. They were just barely a mouthful, but oh what a divine mouthful they were. Here nipples were almost as big as her tits and they pointed out prominently and were a delight for my tongue and lips to tease. I could hear her purring each time I nibbled or sucked on them.

After spending much time on her tits and nipples I decided to revisit her pussy and see if she would like the feeling as much as she did before. As my head moved further down it became hard on my neck with my body contorted from beside her, so after a few minutes I gently eased my body across her so one knee was either side of her tits and my face had easy access to her exposed pussy. All the time I was not sure if she were awake or not as she made soft purring noises but never uttered a word.

Her soft purring became louder and more audible moans with each lick of my tongue and after going at her for a few minutes I felt her hands gently enfold my already half hard cock. I knew my cock was not too far from her face so I moved my legs back a little thinking that she may get the hint and take me into her mouth, but she did not. She did however slowly stroke it for some time before she started to finally make a comment.

"I have never seen one of this close before and I have never seen one with the skin gone from around the top. It looks strange, but it also looks very nice as well!" she giggled.

I stopped my ministrations for a minute to quiz her on a few things and learnt a lot in a few short minutes that I don't think I could have found in any books around here. Things such as her comment about positions and length of time etc as well as oral sex. According to her (and a few years later from other girls I met), most Chinese young guys when they first start dating and having sex mainly seem more interested in getting their cocks in and finished as quick as possible and never seem to care if the woman is aroused or not. None that I have spoken to have ever experienced sex in any position except missionary, and whilst one woman I spoke with said she was expected to suck her boyfriends cock, none of them had ever had a guy go down on them.

After returning to her pussy and giving her more oral pleasure I stopped again and told her that I will not force her to suck me, but if she has the inclination to attempt it then she is more then will to do so at her pleasure. She was quick to inform me that it will never happen as she thinks it is much too dirty a thing to do and no 'good girl' would ever do that. This only made me laugh as well as get a little annoyed with her attitude.

"No problem, it is totally up to you, but if you don't want to even try it then maybe I should stop doing this to you if it is such a "dirty thing to do" I told her. "And I guess the real reason you don't want to do it is because you think it is so ugly and you don't like me!" I could not help adding as a retort to her earlier comment about me not wanting to have sex with her.

I waited a few moments and she asked me to continue licking her as she liked it a lot, but I told her it was not fair that I do all the 'dirty things' and she just takes the pleasure. At first she said nothing, but after I explained that it really was up to her, but she owed it to herself to try it at least once before she declared it as 'dirty', before she finally said 'maybe she will try tomorrow'. At least that was a half promising thought to get me the rest of the way to hardness very quick.




Cheating Wives



By this time she actually asked me if I was ready to fuck her again as she felt she wanted me inside of her again and could not wait for the next position. I told her I was very ready, willing and able to oblige her as well as show her a few positions during this time as I would take longer to cum then the previous two times. I moved back to beside her and told her to roll on her side and pull her knees up into her chest. Once she was ready I raised her top leg and slid my cock deep into her pussy from the spoon position and began the process of giving her a much slower and relaxed fuck for a few minutes before telling her it was time to change positions.

Moving her onto her back once more I raised her legs up and over my shoulders as I penetrated her again. She was not too sure on this position as she said it made her feel uncomfortable, but she did at least try it for a few minutes before she said she wanted to change again. I slid her down to the bottom of the bed and I got on my knees with just a pillow between them and the floor and I raised her legs over my shoulders once more. 

She seemed to find this a more comfortable and nice way to fuck and it struck me that she was like a 'kid in a candy store' with her desire to try all the new and exciting positions on offer to her. We fucked this way for almost fifteen minutes and she had at least three orgasms before I declared it was time to change again. I jumped up onto the bed and onto my back and told her I had been doing all the work so far and now it was her turn. She quickly blurted out that she was not ready to try and suck my cock, and I laughed.

Explaining that I meant she must get on top, she asked how so I told her of a few different ways before she settled on just the reverse missionary position. She placed her legs across my hips and took my cock in her hands very sheepishly before inserting it into the entrance of her pussy. As she lowered herself down onto my body my cock went further into her and she struggled at first to find her rhythm. After maybe five minutes she asked my what other way could she be on top so that she could feel me deeper inside of her as this was not as nice as when I went deep into her.

Soon she was crouching over my cock with her arse almost sitting on my balls as she lowered herself down onto my waiting member. As she had such a slight build I think even if she had sat on them it would have been no worse then a slight pat. As it was this position seemed to turn her into a tiger. I guess most women like to feel in control of a man and she was no exception. She bounced up and down and from side to side. Going slow and gentle, then changing to hard, deep and fast. She was like a woman possessed as she forgot about me and was rapt up in getting as much pleasure for her as she could. Her moans got louder and louder as I felt her pussy tighten its grip on my cock and I felt the sudden rush of her hot moist juices engulf my trapped cock. That was all it took for me as I joined her and emptied yet another load of my seed deep into her pussy.

It was almost 4am when we finished and even I was too exhausted to bother thinking about having more sex and we both decided we needed to sleep, but she said she needed to have a shower first as it would relax her as well as clean her up. I agreed and said that we could have one together as we could help each other get clean. Most Chinese bathrooms don't have a bath tub and are usually called a 'wet bathroom' which means there is the toilet a sink and a shower head all in a tiled room and in some there is a washing machine, so there is no worry about having enough room for more then one in the shower.

Being the middle of summer neither of us really cared about having a hot shower so there was never going to be a need to hurry before the water went cold. We faced each other as we soaped up each other's bodies at the front and almost lovingly washed and caressed each other, exploring and seeing for the first time exactly how each looked as now we had the lights on. She seemed scared at first with me seeing how small her tits were, but after reassuring her they were just perfect she relaxed a lot.

I turned around when she said she would wash my back and once completed I returned the favour. Next it was the bottom halves and I dropped to my knees and washed her legs, starting at her pussy and paying attention to clean it thoroughly I then worked my way down to her toes. Once completed she said it was her turn and she did the same, starting at my cock she gently washed all around it, making sure to lift it up so she could get right into my balls as well as down under and almost up to the crack of my arse. She then washed her way down to my toes and declared that I was now also totally clean.

"Are you sure I am totally clean?" I asked. "How can you be sure that I am totally clean in every aspect?" I added.

"I will show you that I believe you are totally clean," she answered as she looked up from the floor.

Instead of standing up she moved herself a little closer and taking my almost limp cock into her hand she said, 'see, not dirty anymore!' as she opened her mouth and wearily took the head of my cock into her mouth. I was both surprised and delighted with the sensation of her mouth engulfing my cock. It twitched in her mouth as it started to get a sudden burst of life. As she slowly took her first cock ever into her mouth she started to gag a little as it grew larger and larger and was now poking into the back of her mouth.

"Slow down girl, no use over-doing it first time. Ease your mouth back and just try the first bit of it this time," I said.

She did as I suggested and removed all but the head from her mouth and she ran her tongue around it and under it, all the time exploring this strange object that was in her mouth. After a few moments of this she took a little more into her but I had to stop her at first and explain about her teeth. After a few more attempts she seemed to get the hang of things and after telling her to gently move her mouth back and forth over it, she began giving me my first blow job in a few years as well as her first blow job ever.

Knowing she had never done this ever before I guess was a big turn on for me as even I would never have expected to have gotten so hard and hot as quick as this. You could say it was like getting a virgin except in this case it was a virgin mouth, but a willing and eager one at that. After a few more minutes of her tender sucking I told her to get up and face the wall with her legs spread and just out from the wall a little. I positioned myself behind her and bending my knees I slipped my cock under her arse and up into her exposed pussy and began pumping into her once more.

It did not take long before I was unloading a smaller amount of my seed then the previous times, but it still felt good to be doing it and she certainly seemed eager to receive my seeds. After washing each other again we dried ourselves and went back to bed where we both drifted off to sleep cuddled up tightly.

I awoke around 7:30 am from a dream of being sucked by a moist mouth, only to slowly open my eyes and see that it was not a dream. As I looked down I saw her head slowly bobbing up and down on my shaft as one hand cupped my balls and the other held the shaft steady in her mouth. I was going to speak but decided to pretend I was still asleep so as to watch quietly as she sucked me for the second time. I also thought that it could be fun as she obviously thought I was asleep and would never know that she was experimenting or be able to make fun of her for actually liking having a cock in her mouth.

Her teeth were still rubbing the under side of my cock a little but not too much, but other then that she was doing just great. She even seemed to instinctively know that my balls were also a place that enjoyed being touched as she lightly squeezed them from time to time. I peeped with my eyes just barely open as her mouth slid up and down my shaft. "Sometimes she removed my cock totally and glanced at it and she seemed intrigued in the way it pulsed and bulged from her tender administrations, and then she would take it back in before sliding her mouth half-way down and then start her moves over again.

My balls began to tighten and I knew this only meant that I was building up to blowing another load, and I knew I should have spoken up and warned her, but decided it had been far too many years since any woman had ever let me blow in their mouth, and this woman did not have a clue on telling how close I was, and how could she possibly go mad on me for blowing in her mouth when I was asleep? More and more tighter my balls grew as my shaft became very rigid and began to throb. I tried to hold back as long as I could as the feeling was so great and intense, but eventually I lost control, just as she was on her downward movement. It caught her so off-guard that she nearly threw up as the first spurt hit the back of her mouth. She quickly withdrew it from her mouth, but rather then being upset, she seemed intrigued to see it spew its seeds forth. The second spurt hit her on the top lip between her nose and mouth and the next spurt got her on the neck, after that is was like a leaking tap as my sperm dribbled out from the tip and over her hand that was still wrapped around my shaft.

She looked up at my face to see if I was awake, but as she turned her head I closed my eyes shut and pretended to be still asleep. Not knowing if it was safe to open them or not, I kept them shut and decided to wait a few minutes then pretend to be waking up. Just as I was about to open my eyes I felt her tongue slowly move from the base of my shrinking cock, up to the tip before her mouth took it inside. I opened my eyes to see, but this time I did not care if she knew I was awake or not as I just had to watch this properly.

Like someone tasting a new food or drink for the very first time, she seemed not sure if she liked the taste or not. Each time she started to pull her mouth away, she put it back and gave it another quick taste. Finally I could not hold back any longer and I spoke.

"That was totally amazing! I thought I was dreaming that someone was sucking my cock and just as I spurted I opened my eyes and saw it was real and that it was you! Thank you, that was the best way I have ever been woken!" I exclaimed.

She seemed shocked that I had caught her and was starting to say how sorry she was, but I quickly reassured her she had done absolutely nothing wrong, and in fact she had done something really nice for me.

We dressed soon after and she said she needed to get home so I offered her some breakfast first and after we ate I walked with her to the bus stop and we said our goodbyes. For the rest of the day, and maybe even the next few days, I was on top of the world after having had so much sex and relieving all the built up pressures from below. It was only around the 5th or 6th day I wondered why I had not heard from her, so I looked for her number and called her cell phone.

'Sorry, I have been so busy and I don't seem to have enough time to have a social life these days. But I really did enjoy the other night and want to thank you for showing me so much pleasure" she spoke, before making an excuse that he boss was watching her.

It was almost a month later when I got a call from her, and once again she said that she had missed the last bus home and wondered if she could stay the night again. Asking her if she meant just to sleep or did she mean for sex, she quickly replied that she hoped I would give her much sex and pleasure once again as the last time. This picked my spirits up and I agreed that she should come as soon as she could.

The only difference this time was there was no time wasting. She entered my apartment and took my hand and led me to the bedroom. She stripped her things off and I did the same and soon we were going at it like two young lovers who had just started out on a sexual journey. She was eager to try different positions and we did at least two times each and every time we fucked during the night and into the next morning. I lost count at around five times, but then again I was not caring about how much as long as it was on offer.

Just like the previous month when she stayed, once she left the next day I did not hear from her at all and this made me wonder what was wrong. I finally gave up and called her and she again just said that she had a busy life and rarely had much free time as she needed to save plenty of money and that meant working long hours. I did not like it but had little choice, as all I knew about her was her cell number. I had never asked her where she worked or lived and only knew the little she had told me about herself.

Almost a month to the day there was a knock on my door and when I opened it she was standing there. This time she had not even bothered to call; she just turned up to stay the night. She said she had already eaten when I asked her about food, and she said she just wanted to get into bed and let me fuck her hard and as much as I wanted once more. I never thought about it until a few days later, but I guess the alarm bells should have already been sounding in my head, but my 'little brain' was too busy getting all of the attention and workouts he had missed over the last few years.

Like clockwork the next morning she declared that she had to leave and would be in touch with me, but like before she never called. I guessed she would turn up again the following month but I was wrong. I tried to call her but kept getting a message in Chinese, which I did not understand. After trying for days on end I asked a Chinese teacher to ring the number and tell me what the message was.

"It says this number has been disconnected," she explained.

Not having a clue what was going on, and having no way of getting in touch with her, I just had to sit and wait for her to call me, but this never happened. One month, then two and three went past and I still had heard nothing from her. It was not until about five months after we had last slept together that I saw her in town one Saturday morning and got a surprise. She was pregnant!

"Hey wait up. Where have you been and how come you did not tell me you were pregnant?" I asked.

"I didn't want to tell you as I knew you would be angry with me" she answered and tried to walk on past.

"I would be angry? You must be kidding. This is the happiest day of my life. So, how does one go about proposing marriage here in China?" I gleefully asked her.

"Silly man, I can't marry you! I'm already married!" she laughed. "I thought you knew?" she added.

"I never knew that. Why didn't you tell me? I never would have had sex with you if I knew you were married. I can't stand people who cheat like that." I told her. "So whose child is it? Mine or your husbands?" I asked.

"Oh it is definitely yours. My husband can't father any children. That is why I kept coming each moth to stay with you. He really wanted a child and we could not trust other Chinese to know about his problem as he will lose face and people think badly of him. No one knows you so he say you be the perfect guy to give me a baby." She laughed.

"That is so wrong! I will report you to anyone and everyone for that, you bitch!" I screamed at her.

"You can't do that or else you will be in big trouble. You see in China there is funny law that if man have sex with married woman he can go to jail. And if you say anything I will say you raped me. Everyone will believe me as my husband is government official!" she grinned.

That was the last I ever saw of her but about six or seven months later I received a letter that contained a picture of a little baby girl about a month old. There were only two words on the back of the photo -- Thank You! No return address either or a name but I knew exactly who it was from and who the little girl was; she was my daughter! And such a beautiful little girl she was. To this day I have never heard from her mother again. I have made sure to keep in contact with that school where I had been and kept informing them of my changes in address in case of any mail, but none has ever come, so I have no idea where they are or how my little girl is growing. Once again I was back to being alone and not feeling that any woman could be trusted.