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Faithfulness

By: MungoParkIII



Janine felt a tingle run through her body as she picked up the card key at the hotel desk. The soft inner lining of her faux fur coat felt so delightful on her skin and just the thought that she was absolutely naked beneath the coat as she walked through the lobby sent a tingle from between her legs up to her stomach. She stepped into the elevator with a man in a nice suit, he stood at the elevator buttons looking her over.

"What floor?" he asked.

"Twelve," she whispered.

"It's a chilly day out," he replied, wanting to talk a bit more.

"Oh I don't know, this coat is quite warm."

"But aren't you roasting in here."

Noticing the man's outer coat carefully folded over his arm she replied, "No, it's quite comfortable."

"What kind of fur is it?"

"Oh this? You know, I'm not really sure. My husband gave it to me, it's not real fur mind you... he's always so politically correct."

The elevator jolted to a quick stop and Janine glanced up at the number glowing above the door: 9. She looked over to the man who held his heart in mock surprise at the elevator's abrupt stop. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Looks like this is my floor. Have a nice evening."

"Thank you," Janine replied as the doors closed.

She smiled as the elevator began moving upward, thinking how easy it would have been to have ended in that man's room. A slight twist of conversation, perhaps an offer of a drink and it wouldn't have mattered if the man was attached or not, they would have ended up in bed together. Of course tonight circumstances prevented anything from happening, she expected Ben to arrive shortly, but she was quite proud that even if she were not meeting Ben nothing would have happened with that man, or any other man. She knew what faithfulness meant and she'd remain faithful to him until death.

The elevator made another awkward stop at the twelfth floor and Janine stepped out. She looked at the wall, noticed that room 1215 was to the right and then headed down the well lit hallway. Finding the door, she slipped in the card and opened the door to the beautifully elegant room.

"Oh yes," she whispered, closing the door behind her. She took off her coat and carefully hung it in the closet and then moved over to the bed. It was folded back so she sat down onto the incredibly soft sheets and then reclined, letting the softness roll over her. Janine loved the way she and Ben kept things interesting between them. It would be so easy to let their sex life degenerate into monotony the way so many other couples did, but with a few simple plans, they kept things exciting... new.

It was only a short wait before she heard another key card operating the lock at the door and Janine sat up, moving to the edge of the bed. She watched as Ben opened the door, carefully closed it and then looked toward her. His initial smile changed to an expression more intense, something needier.

Without a word he took off his coat, tossed it over a chair and moved to her. Standing before her he dropped both his hands to her breasts as Janine first ran her hand over his crotch, feeling his hard cock through the fabric of his trousers. Still caressing her breasts, Ben leaned his head back and pushed his hips forward, letting Janine unfasten his belt and open his pants. Reaching in she felt the soft skin surrounding the hard shaft and began to slide the skin up and down, watching the bluish head as a tiny droplet of pre-cum pooled in the hole.

She leaned forward and slowly touched the tip of her tongue to his cock, savoring the slightly bitter taste of the fluid as she breathed inward taking in the musky scent of his cock and balls. Ben moved his hands, grasped his pants and underwear and pushed them downward letting them fall to the floor as Janine took the large head of his cock into her mouth and began to suck, letting the taste of him fill her mouth.

She felt him rest his hands on her shoulders, balancing himself as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and underwear. He widened his stance letting her take his balls in her hands. Janine moved her head up and down over the head of his cock as she firmly squeezed his balls, feeling him begin to pump his hips back and forth. Glancing up to his face she saw his eyes were closed so she moved one of her hands to his shaft and began stroking vigorously. 

It excited her that at his age and after all this time together she could work him up so quickly, so when he suddenly pulled his cock from her mouth she smiled up at him, knowing he was about to come. She opened her legs wider and leaned back onto her elbows watching Ben drop down to his knees and eagerly begin kissing her thighs. Janine loved how he enjoyed going down on her, how he always made sure she was satisfied, even when she was distracted he'd continue seemingly forever.

Feeling his tongue slip between her lips and sink deep inside her she remembered how he talked of tasting her, how he would often go nuts during the day thinking of it. He loved kissing her immediately after going down on her, sharing her taste in their kiss. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes she savored the feel of his tongue as it slid up her slit searching the swollen nub of her clit.

She felt the tongue circling over it as her hips began to lift, oh yes, and now his fingers slipped inside, moving, exploring her as her clit was sucked between his lips. Oh she wished she could draw it out, make it last this way forever, but it was simply too intense and the wave built up inside her until, yes... yes, oh God yes, she finally felt herself release to the pleasure as it pulsed through her again and again. Reaching down she grabbed Ben's head and he stopped, knowing too much contact on her highly sensitized clit was simply too much after her orgasm.

Janine watched as Ben stood up so she quickly turned over on the bed and got up on her hands and knees, turning her back side to him. Opening her legs wide she leaned back to him, watching between her legs as he moved closer to her. Reaching back she took hold of his cock and guided it into herself as she felt his hands on her hips pull her back onto him.

Just as she felt her ass bang back against him Janine heard Ben moan, "Oh Janine you feel so good." From the tone in his voice she knew he wouldn't hold out long enough for her to work up to another orgasm. Often when they did it like this she'd reach her hand back and toy with his shaft and balls with her fingertips, letting the palm of her hand press against her clit bringing herself to orgasm, but not today, Ben was coming too quickly.

She felt Ben's pace quicken and feeling his hand's squeezing her hips more firmly she knew he was close. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of being filled and then suddenly empty, again and again, until she felt him pull her hard against him as he came.

He leaned down, resting his chest on her back, pressing his hips tight against her ass, trying to keep his cock in her as long as possible. Janine could feel it ever so slowly slip out of her and she turned, rolling onto to the bed next to him. She could feel some of the sticky wetness ooze out of her as he snuggled against her back. In a few minutes his rhythmic breathing let her know he had gone to sleep.

Carefully slipping from his arms she walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel to dry herself between her legs. She didn't mind the messiness when they cuddled together, but once they got up she didn't want to make a mess everywhere so she dabbed up what she could. Later she could shower...

The phone suddenly rang and she reached and grabbed it, hoping not to awaken Ben, but as she whispered, "Hello, this is Janine," she noticed his eyes open. Sitting down firmly on the bed she said, "Oh my, how did it happen?"

She glanced at Ben who immediately sat up.

"Okay, I'll come as quickly as I can," she said into the phone and then placed it back on the table.

"What is it dear?" Ben asked.

"David is dead!"

"How did it happen?"

"Some type of fall, severe head trauma, there was nothing they could do," she replied, feeling her hands shake a bit.

"We knew it was coming."

"Yes, I just didn't expect it to be so sudden, I imagined hospitals, treatments..."

"Perhaps it is best this way, it is certainly something we wanted," Ben said.

"I better be going, there is a lot to do."

"Would you like me to go with you, do you need any help?"

"No, all things considered, I better go alone. I'll call you in a bit," she replied pulling on her coat.

"Yes I guess you're right, he is... was your husband. At least now we can get married."

She leaned forward and opened her coat, letting him kiss each of her breasts just like he did each time they made love and said, "Was is right darling." She slipped on her shoes and then waved to Ben as she left the room, already pondering the arrangements to bury her dead husband. Of course she'd need to be sure to get dressed first.

Her driver picked her up at the front of the hotel, holding the door open for her. With David's death things would be changing for her, she'd marry Ben of course, but... Looking up at her driver she noticed his dark curly hair and glancing into the mirror studied his face a bit. She wondered what her driver thought about faithfulness as she let her fur coat fall open a bit. 

Faithfulness and



Janine rode in the back seat of her car in silence. She had instructed her driver to head directly home, but not to hurry. Upon receiving the news her husband had died she left her lover in the hotel and came down to the car. She was wearing exactly what she wore when going to meet her lover, which was her faux fur coat, some stocking, shoes and a bit of makeup. Pretty sure the police would be at her house, she prepared herself for some uncomfortable questions. Once again she found herself cast in the worst possible light, had her husband been alive now he'd be wringing his hands in glee.

Watching her driver pull onto her street, she immediately saw a couple of news vehicles parked near the front gate to her property. She simply leaned forward and looked down as the floor as the car quickly swept into the driveway and past the reporters. Sitting up she now could see the police cars parked in front of her house.

The driver stopped near the front door and Janine, not waiting for the driver to open the door for her, opened her door and quickly walked into her house. As she stepped through the door she saw several of the household staff standing in the foyer talking to a policeman in uniform and another man in a bad fitting suit. She assumed he was also a policeman, perhaps a detective.

Willard, their butler slipped through the group and approached her, "Ms. Janine, it's good you're home, we called an ambulance when it happened, but there was nothing they could do."

"What did happen Willard?"

"Well, as you know from when you saw him this morning, he was having a good day. The nurse let him use the walker to get around. All seemed to be going fine until we heard a crash in the dining room and found him on the floor."

"So it was the fall..."

"...that killed him. That's what we suspect," the man in the bad fitting suit interrupted.

"Excuse me?" Janine said icily.

"Yes, it appears the fall killed him, your husband?"

"I'm his wife if that's what you're asking."

"Hello, I'm detective Bulack, I'm very sorry for your loss, we just need to ask a few questions, make sure any questions about his death are answered."

"Sounds like you have worked it all out," Janine replied, "so I guess you don't need anything more."

"Well actually, I ah... I'd like, ah I need to ask you some questions, like where were you when he died."

"I don't know when he died."

"Where were you when you found out he had died?" he asked.

"I wasn't wearing a watch at the time."

"You have no idea of the time?"

"Well, it was daylight."

"Right, ah why don't you tell me where you were when you found out," the officer said, in a syrupy tone.

"The Addison Hotel, Room twelve-fifteen, I came here as soon as I found out."

The man peeked down at the cleavage that was showing where her coat was slightly open and then said, "It appears you may have rushed out without all your clothes, with just your coat. Would you like us to send a car back to the hotel and get the rest of your clothes?"

"That won't be necessary, this was all I was wearing," she replied pertly.

"So you went to a five star hotel dressed in just your coat?"

"Is this case about indecent exposure? I think this coat..."

"Oh no ma'am I just have an interest in fashion," he said, smiling.

"Yes, I can see," she scoffed.

Spreading out his arms he asked, "You like it?"

"Wal-mart?"

"Oh no ma'am, Monkey Ward mail order."

"They've been closed for years here," she replied.

"That's what's so great about fashion, you keep it long enough and zowie, it comes back in fashion. Like your jacket, apparently someone found it fashionable. Did you meet someone at the Addison?"

"Yes."

"And who may I ask did you meet?"

"Well, there was this charming man in the elevator, but he made me an offer I could refuse."

"Anyone else?"

"Yes, I met Ben."

"And who is Ben?"

"My husband's brother."

"So you met your husband's brother..."

"Ben."

"Yes," he said, looking at his notes, "You met your husband's brother Ben wearing only a fur coat?"

"Faux fur," Janine replied.

"How's that?"

"The fur isn't real, it's faux fur."

"So you met your husband's brother Ben wearing only the faux fur coat."

"No," she said slyly.

"No?"

"I wasn't wearing the coat when he arrived."

"So you didn't have the coat on for him?"

"The coat was for me."

"So when your husband died you were in a hotel room with his brother Ben, oh, naked by the way."

"Both of us."

"Both of you?"

"Naked," Janine replied.

"Ah yes, both naked. And why would you be in the room naked with your husband's naked brother Ben."

"Love."

"You loved Ben?"

"I loved my husband."

"You loved your husband, but while he was dying you were with his brother?"

"He had been dying for a long time."

"You loved your dying husband, but were with his brother at this time. Why is that?"

"You wouldn't understand."

The detective glared at her, "No I probably wouldn't..."

"No one does," Janine replied with a sigh.

"No one what?"

"Understands."

"Try me."

"I was following instruct... ah, following a whim."

"A whim?"

"Yes, his brother called and mentioned he had a room, I went there."

"A whim?"

"A whim."

"And yes you almost said... excuse me," he said, reaching for his cell phone that had just started ringing. "Yeah, Bulack here. So before he fell? His heart? Okay, yes I'm talking to her now. Sure."

"Well Ms. Weston, the coroner indicates that your husband didn't die from the fall, it was his heart, apparently the strain of the illness and the medications, his heart just gave out."

"Then are you finished?"

"Yes, once again, I am sorry for your loss."

"Thank you, oh by the way, what was your full name?"

"Detective Bill Bulack."

"And your badge number Detective Bill?"

"Right here on the shield, eighteen forty two."

"Willard, please make a note of the officer's name and badge number. Thank you Detective Bill," she said.

"Yes ma'am," Willard replied, grabbing a pen from his pocket and jotting the information in a small pad. "Anything else ma'am?"

"Please have the driver prepare the car. I need to go to see my husband."

"He is still at the hospital I believe ma'am."

"That is fine, let them know I am coming," she replied, walking up the stairs.

"Yes ma'am."

Janine stepped into her room, let the coat fall to the floor and began crying, collapsing onto the bed. Giving into the emotion she sobbed, letting her body and mind relax for the first time since she got the news, hell for even longer than that. She let herself feel the pain in her muscles as the tension untwisted itself from her neck, her back and down her legs.

Fifteen minutes, she gave herself fifteen minutes, then she stopped crying, got up from the bed and walked into her bathroom. She washed her face, scrubbing off the makeup her tears had devastated and then started over, reconstructing herself as the staff, as Ben and as David, her dead husband would know her. Once her makeup was in place she walked toward her door, picked up her faux fur coat and put it on.

She walked down the stairs and motioned to Williard, the butler stepped outside to talk to the driver while Janine stepped into her husband's office. Sitting down at the chair behind his desk, she rolled the chair over to a throw rug under a table,  Pushing the table aside, she slid the rug over and reached down and removed a small square piece of the floor. She then twirled the dial, entering the combination to the floor safe. Reaching into the safe she pulled out a stack of money, slipped a number of bills from the band and tossed the stack back into the safe. After rearranging the floor, carpet and table she rolled the chair back behind the desk and walked out of the office.

Immediately she headed out to the car and slipped into the back seat as the driver closed the door behind her. When he was back inside the car she said, "Gil, take me to the morgue at the hospital. When we arrive I want to you arrange with whoever's in charge there for me to have some time alone with my husband."

"Yes ma'am."

"Gil, understand I want to be completely alone, with no interruption. If there is any problem you can use this," she said, handing him an envelope with the cash she removed from the safe. There is enough in there to buy a lot of time, I only need twenty minutes or so, so make a good deal, but make sure I have twenty minutes."

"Yes ma'am," he replied tucking the envelope in his coat pocket.

They rode to the hospital in silence and when they arrived Janine waited in the car as the driver got out and made the arrangements she requested. Fortunately, it was getting late in the evening so there was not a lot of people in the area. She waited for Gil to return and then followed him into the hospital and down a corridor. The attendant nodded to Gil as they walked in and then he led Janine into another room. 

It was very cold in the room so Janine pulled up the collar on her coat, feeling the soft fur rub the back of her neck. She watched as the attendant went to one of the drawers and pulled it out. Janine watched as he pulled back the sheet from her husband's face. Feeling a tear run down her cheek she looked up to the attendant.

"May I be alone with him now?"

The attendant nodded and walked out of the room closing the door behind him. He closed the blinds to all the windows and then accompanied Gil out into the corridor. Janine was now alone.

"You died too soon love, I wasn't able to complete the instructions you gave me. Sure, Ben and I will get married, but I must finish the task at hand first." Removing her coat, she placed it on a nearby table and stood, completely naked except for stockings and her shoes, in front of her dead husband. Glancing down she noticed how erect her nipples were.

"Oh it's cold here David, I know how you loved to see my nipples like this," she said, pulling back the sheet from his body. She winced at the large staples holding his chest together, taking the sheet and covering where they had cut him open, she moved over and climbed up onto the slab he had been placed on, straddling his thigh with her legs.

She then leaned forward, letting her breasts flatten between her body and his cold chest. Beginning to shiver she started whispering, "I was already in bed when Ben arrived. He stood in front of me and took off his clothes, when a hand was free, he would play with my breasts." As she spoke she began to move her hips, grinding her pussy against her dead husband's thigh.

"When he took off his pants, I saw the pre-cum pooled at the tip of his cock, so I dipped my tongue into it, tasting your brother. I then took his cock into my mouth while stroking the shaft. He never had the control you used to have, so I could only do that for a short time, I knew you wanted him to make me come.

"I moved my mouth off of him and then leaned back, opening my legs to him. He immediately plunged his tongue into my pussy, tasting me. I know he would tell you how he loved tasting me. In a few moments he moved to my clit, his tongue circled over it slowly driving me wild," Janine said to her dead husband, feeling herself breathing harder, in spite of the cold she felt the pleasure between her legs.

Focusing again on her story she continued, "After I came I got on my hands and knees, letting him fuck me doggie style. It felt nice feeling him slide into me and I wanted to touch my clit and make myself come while his cock was inside me, but he was too quick. He pushed his cock into me maybe four or five times and he came. I let him spurt his cum inside me, like you told me to do. It was good, but nothing, nothing like when you and I did it," she said, rising up on her hands as she ground her pussy on his thigh and came.

She immediately climbed off him and grabbed her coat wrapping it around herself. Trying to put the sheet back on him like it was before, she spent a few moments walking around her husband, noticing the mark on his head. Once she got him covered up she leaned over and kissed his head and then whispered, "While you lived I remained faithful, first to you and then, when to instructed me, to Ben, but now that you've died it all changes. From now on I will be faithful to myself. I'll marry Ben, like you wanted, but I'll be faithful only to me.

"Goodbye David, I did love you, only you."

She walked to the door and stepped into the outer office. Reaching into her purse she grabbed her cell phone and called her driver, "Gil, I am ready."

In just a few moments she heard a key unlock the door and the attendant stepped inside with Gil just behind him. Gil nodded to the attendant who headed into the back to attend to the corpse. Janine then followed her driver out to the car and when he opened the door she climbed inside.

Once Gil was inside he turned and handed the envelope to Janine saying, "It only took a couple of hundred. Either this happens a lot or he needed the money."

"Thank you Gil, you did well."

"Home ma'am?"

"Home Gil," she said.

Gil started the car and then began to drive out of the parking lot. As he drove, Janine leaned forward and said, "Gil, if you don't mind, give me your thoughts on faithfulness."

"Faithfulness ma'am?"

"Yes, just your thoughts on what it means in general and what it means to you."

Janine listened, truly listened as the driver spoke weighing all he said. It was important to her as she considered what the future would bring as she, for the first time in her life, became faithful to herself.



Faithfulness and Fidelity



This story is part three of a series that started with "Faithfulness," then continued with "Faithfulness and."

Just as her late husband had prescribed for her, Janine married her brother Ben just a few weeks after the funeral. The ceremony was a very small and quiet one at a chapel several miles from the city. All the arrangements had been made so that by the time they returned from the ceremony, Ben's things had been moved into the large house. Janine had decided to keep on all of her staff, which was fine with Ben since he knew many of them anyway.

In keeping with low profile arrangements, Ben and Janine planned to simply spend their honeymoon in the same hotel where they used to meet before Janine's husband died. The only real difference was that instead of simply spending just the afternoon in the room, they would have it for a full week. The plan was for Ben to head directly to the hotel after the wedding and Janine would meet him there, wearing just her fur coat, just as they had often met in the past.

It was mid afternoon when Janine arrived at the hotel and as she walked inside to pick up the card key, she felt the same tingle in her stomach she felt the last time she came her. As she walked across the lobby wearing just the fur coat, a garter belt, stockings and some shoes she could feel the men watching her, wondering if, fanaticizing about the possibility that she wore nothing else. When the doors opened, she stepped into the elevator, pressed the open button to hold the door for her driver who was carrying her bags, and then, she pushed twelve. They rode up to the twelfth floor in silence.

Stepping out into the hallway, she turned right and led her driver to the room, where she pushed the card into the slot and stepped into the room, noticing Ben was already in bed waiting for her. She stood there wrapped in her fur coat while her driver carefully placed the bags on the ground. When he finished he stood there for a moment until Janine looked over at him and said, "Thank you Gil."

Instead of heading for the door, Gil walked over to Janine and, standing behind her, he reached out and helped her remove her fur jacket. He grabbed a hanger and carefully hung up the jacket as Janine slowly walked toward the bed. Ben watched in amazement as she walked to him, seeming unaware that the driver was still in the room. Glancing over to the driver he could see the man watching her from behind, admiring her tight ass as she demurely climbed into the bed.

"Aren't you going to wait for him to leave?" Ben asked.

"Wait for whom to leave?"

"Your driver."

"Oh Ben darling, you don't understand, Gil will be joining us."

"But this is our wedding night," he replied indignantly.

"And this is our marriage Ben," she said, glancing over at Gil who was getting undressed.

"I don't understand, you always promised to be faithful."

"And I am darling. Just as David wished it, as he became incapable of satisfying me I vowed faithfulness to you until his death. Now with you and Gil I can promise complete fidelity, faithfulness and fidelity, that's something you always wanted."

"But..."

"Faithfulness and fidelity and half of David's money, that's what you really wanted. With Gil you can have it all, my faithfulness and fidelity to both of you and you get your share of David's money."

"How will we..."

"Why Ben, that's going to be half the fun, figuring out all the possible combinations. Now look at his cock," she said, looking up at Gil, who was standing next to the bed, "You think if you watched me suck his cock you could get hard enough to fuck me while I do it?"

Ben nodded, and noticing the way his cock immediately began twitching to life, she guessed she might have struck a chord with her husband. She reached out and pulled Gil onto the bed and kneeling over him, grabbed his cock with one hand and sliding her mouth down over him. As she began stroking him with her hand and sucking on the head of his cock she felt her husband's cock poking against her thigh.

Moving her mouth and hand from Gil's cock, Janine reached back and helped Ben guide his cock into her pussy. She then turned her attention back to Gil's cock once again taking it into her mouth. The salty taste of his precum excited her and she began to stroke him with her hand as she bobbed her head up and down.

Behind her, Ben had taken hold of her hips and was driving his cock in and out of her pussy, his balls bouncing on her with each of his thrusts. Janine knew Ben would not be able to hold out very long, he never had, but now when he came inside her to quickly, she had another option. She reached her free hand back under her body and toyed with her clit, but just as she feared, with just a few more thrusts, Ben moaned loudly and shoved hard against her as he came, spurting his cum into her cunt.

As Ben eased his cock out or her he moved onto his back and tried to crawl up under her. When Janine pulled away he complained, "But you didn't come, I want to eat you and make you come."

Pulling her mouth off of Gil's cock she said, "You can eat me, but only after..." she stopped talking as she turned on the bed, swinging her ass in front of Gil. He moved forward immediately sliding his cock into her wet pussy. As Gil began banging away inside Janine she finished her statement, "...only after Gil finishes."

Gil responded quickly too and Janine realized she'd need to figure out a way to get these two to hang on a bit longer. Perhaps next time she'd just line them up, let them take turns fucking her. If they got close she could make them switch, yes that would be fun. Just as she was beginning to enjoy Gil's rougher fucking, he arched his back and came, flooding her pussy with his cum too. He held her tight for a while, his cock shoved deep into her and she hoped maybe he would stay hard enough to continue, but after a few minutes he pulled out of her and Janine rolled onto her back. 

Looking up she saw Ben waiting eagerly for her so she slowly spread her legs wide for him. He paused a moment seeing the foamy cum oozing out of Janine's pussy, but after thinking about it for a few seconds he dove in, lapping up some of the cum and then moving up to her clit. Surprisingly, no sooner than Ben had moved his mouth up to the clit, he felt Gil's head pushing him to the side as he also slurped her pussy. All Janine could do was close her eyes and enjoy the sensations as the two men took turns licking her clit and slurping the cum out of her pussy.

Ben had always been very good whenever he went down on Janine, but now, with both lovers between her legs she was in heaven. Just the excitement of feeling a tongue on her clit at the same time one plunged into her pussy had her coming almost immediately. When the two men continued she simply squirmed a bit as they moved and in no time she arched her back and came again, this time grabbing both her lovers heads and clamping her legs shut.

"Guys, guys, we have a whole week here, let's take a rest," she said resting her head back on the pillow. The three of them spent the rest of the afternoon sprawled on the bed as Janine's mind drifted to her late husband, David. "Yes," she thought to herself, "this would have been an excellent story to tell him." She wiped a tear from her eye and then sat up, looking over the two naked, sleeping men in bed with her. Feeling a tingling between her legs, she reached out to awaken Gil. 



Faithfulness in Fargo



Hi, I'm Joe. Yes, I am the same Joe that many of you despise. You despise me because I screwed your wife, and if I didn't screw your wife you despise me because I have screwed so many other married women. I might have even destroyed some marriages, but I do not know that for a fact. Maybe you despise me only because you read a previous story about me.

Before you quit reading please let me tell you something. I have reformed!

When I was younger I found that I enjoyed screwing. I also discovered that I didn't have to work very hard to get women to fall into bed with me. I know that sounds conceited, I suppose it is, but it is true. Some women have BCF. What's that? You ask. It's Big Cock Fever. Some women crave big cocks. Some women are just curious about big cocks. The word got out that mine is big. True, there are some bigger than my eight and a half inches. They, however, perhaps were not available to the women that came after me. As a normal red blooded all American horny guy I complied.

Yes, Joe the pussy hound has reformed. I no longer taste the delights of the married women that come around they gym where I work. I quit that when I fell in love.

I fell in love with a woman who, at first, was one of my sexual targets. She became much more to me. I loved her so much that I swore off other women. I loved AJ so much that I married her.

It was one of those frigid cold days in North Dakota when I first met AJ. Irene, my then girlfriend, introduced us. Shortly after we met I had an opportunity to see AJ's panties. I shouldn't admit it, but I have a thing for panties. They get me turned on. More about panties later, OK? AJ turned me on even more. I determined that I was going to fuck AJ. I was an asshole back then. You might think I still am, but please let me try to convince you otherwise. Anyway, AJ was having some marital problems. I took that as being an opportunity to seduce her. 

During the next few months I did all those romantic things: flowers, chocolates, and so on. I played on her weaknesses and her loneliness. Mark, her husband, filed for divorce round about the time I first knew AJ. He even left town before the divorce was final. She wanted to make her marriage work, but Mark said he couldn't live with a woman who physically and mentally hurt him the way she apparently did. AJ was left alone, and AJ still needed male companionship, still needed sex.

I finally bagged the prize. It was just two weeks before her divorce was final. I took her while she was vulnerable. I took her because I wanted to put another notch in my bedpost, or so I told myself. I didn't realize it, but during those months leading up to seduction I was falling in love.

AJ cried a Niagara of tears after we fucked. "I cheated. I cheated."

"No, you didn't," I said, "Your marriage is over. It's just a technicality. The divorce is almost final. You didn't really cheat on him."

That did not assuage her guilt. "No, Joe, you don't understand. I accused him of cheating, but he really didn't. I hit him with a frying pan and kicked him out of the house. He later proved he wasn't a cheater. But now I am!"

I held her close to comfort her. I was falling even more in love with this woman to whom faithfulness was important.

Faithfulness was foreign to me for most of my early life. I have reformed though. You still don't believe me do you?

The next day I was at work at Red River Taekwondo and Karate. There was a new group of eight year olds for me to instruct. Respect is always the first instruction. Respect your teachers, respect your parents, respect your friends, and respect your opponents.

"Shit!" I thought to myself. "What kind of guy am I? I teach respect, but do I practice it? Fuck, no. I am a hypocrite."

Respect is something I apparently did not have. I did not respect the institution of marriage. After all, my favorite fuck buddies were married women. I did not respect my own relationships. After all, I did have a steady girlfriend, Irene, when I sought out a fuck with AJ. I apparently did not even respect the woman with whom I was falling in love. After all, I did work on seducing AJ when she was hurting.

I could not ever respect myself. I needed to change. I vowed to change. The change wasn't as sudden and complete as when Saul (later called Paul) was struck with blindness in the Bible, but I like to think it was as sincere.

My first step to reform was to make amends with AJ. I called her.

"AJ, this is Joe."

"What do you want, Joe?"

"I am sorry. I am sorry that I took advantage of you last night. I hope someday you will forgive me."

A burst of sobs came through on the phone. "That's OK, Joe. I needed what you did for me. I need to get over Mark, and you helped."

AJ and I talked for about a hour about this thing and that thing. We came to an agreement that sex between us won't happen again unless it is an expression of love for each other. That's when it dawned on me that I was in love in AJ. I did not yet know that it might be reciprocal.

The next phone call that day was from my girlfriend, Irene. I mean my now ex-girlfriend. She called me a lying cheating bastard. The old Joe in me said, "It's not cheating if you're not married." I wasn't completely the new Joe yet, you know. Anyway, that ended my relationship with Irene.

AJ and I kept in contact. We talked on the phone frequently. We even would meet once in awhile. One day I finally asked her for a real date. We had dinner at Phil Wong's Chinese Restaurant in Fargo. I had sweet and sour pork. She had pepper steak. AJ told me about some of the sillier incidents with fellow employees at Brown Business (no mention of Irene who also worked there), and I told her about how the young mothers of my taekwondo students would hit on me.

"Did you ever take them up on their offers?" She asked with an amusing tone of voice.

I stammered a bit, "Well..."

"Well what?"

"Well, yes, I did yield temptation, but that was before I knew you" I hastily added.

"That's OK, Joe. Your ex-girlfriend told me that she suspected you fooled around with those women."

"Actually, AJ, I pretty much pretty much reserved my thing for Irene while I was dating her. Well, at least until I met you."

The sexual innuendo conversation continued until I remembered that I reformed.

"AJ, I made a promise to you and to myself that I would not have sex without a firm commitment first. I am just about ready for that, but are you? I suspect you need some more time yet before you can let Mark go."

"Joe, I need your loving, but I respect what you are saying. It will be hard, but you're right. Let's wait."

Dear readers, I suppose some of you are disappointed that I did not contribute to your 'stroke' desires by taking AJ home and fucking her brains out that evening -- with graphic descriptions, of course-- but I keep telling you, I have reformed. I have come to realize that making love is just that. It is an expression of love between two people who are in love. Yes, I was in love in AJ, and I refuse to take advantage of her again.

The next date was at a favorite watering hole, the Dirty Bird Lounge across the river in Moorhead, Minnesota. After a couple of beers I asked AJ to dance.

"You know I don't know how to dance," she said.

"We need to do something about that."

Guess what? I signed us up for country dance lessons. For the next six weeks, on Thursdays, we donned our cowboy boots. I should say I put on my cowboy boots. AJ wore a pair of dress shoes with leather soles. Leather, as real dancers know, slides the best on those wooden dance floors. We learned the two-step, the triple-two, country swing, and the waltz. We learned a variety of turns to go along with the steps. True, I did not some dancing before the class, but re-learning it with AJ was a delight.

After dance school graduation I took her back to her house. I walked her up to the front door where she kissed me passionately. "I love you, Joe. I am ready for the next step, if you are."

"I am. I love you, too."

"Come in then, Joe."

Springtime in the Dakotas is a wonderful thing. After all those months of cold and snow the lilacs put a smile on everyone's face. It's as if joy and life reawaken. That's how it felt with AJ. My heart leapt with joy. My maleness leapt too when AJ placed her hand on my crotch.

"You once told me that you reformed and now believe sex is loving making and should be reserved for the one you love. I love you, Joe, and I want to make love to you." AJ said as she rubbed my pants front. Soon, her fingers were pulling down my zipper and unbuttoning my pants.

I hugged her and kissed her with the full force of my eager lips.

Oops, I suddenly remembered what I was wearing. I reformed, but I still kept one kinky fetish. I like girlie panties. I was wearing a pair. That's a secret that I wasn't yet ready to share with AJ. Before she could reach into my pants I hurriedly pulled them down and with them the panties.

"My, my, aren't you eager!" Exclaimed AJ as she grasped my bare cock.

I kicked my pants the rest of the way off and stood there with eight or so inches protruding into the air. 

AJ let go long enough to pull over her own pants and panties. There we were, naked from the waist down.

"Tops off, too?" I suggested.

"OK, you do me, and I will do you."

Try it sometime and see if it isn't awkward for he to be taking off her shirt while she is taking off his. We managed.

I thought I had experienced every possible way to screw, but AJ came up with something new. a stand up love session. She put her arms around my neck and pulled herself up to better kiss me. In the process she wrapped her legs around me. She effortlessly slid her pussy onto my cock. A standing up fuck like that made it difficult to do the pumping motion, but AJ wiggled enough to make up for it. I walked with my cock in her pussy, carrying her to the couch. On the couch we could go at it full throttle. 

"Joe, Joe, Joe," she called out with each thrust. My member delighted in the soft but firm pussy that responded to my actions. My mind delighted in the knowledge that I was giving pleasure to the woman I loved.

The old Joe, the pussy hound, would have just taken the offering of her body without regard for the consequences. The reformed Joe was getting just as much pleasure from giving as from receiving -- maybe even more. Have I convinced you yet that I reformed? 

Do I need to say that I spent the night in AJ's house? 

I had to go to work in the morning, but I took a long lunch break. I went shopping. Did you know there are seven jewelry shops in the West Acres shopping center? I didn't buy anything that day, but I sure learned a lot about diamonds and rings and such. I also learned that the 'modern' way of doing things was for the couple to pick out a ring together. I wasn't sure I agreed with that idea. The traditional on the knees proposal while holding out a diamond ring appealed to me. Nevertheless, I worried.

I worried that even though AJ professed to love me maybe she still wasn't over Mark. Maybe she just said 'I love you' because she was simply horny.

Meanwhile, we continued to date. Sometimes we went to a movie. Sometimes we dined at Phil Wong's. Sometimes we dined at Burger King. We even took another dance class together. This one was intermediate level where we learned some more moves and got introduced to the polka. Sorry folks. The polka is too lively for me!

I finally steeled myself to make the plunge. I went back to Kay's Jewelry and bought the diamond ring that most appealed to me the first time around.

"Will you marry me?" I presented her with an open box with a sparkling diamond gleaming out.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

In spite of my history, I am the type of guy who now believes marriage is a sacred institution. The wedding vows are absolute. I pledged to be faithful to AJ. I meant it. AJ and I have been married for a bit more than three years. I have not even touched another woman for more than four years. 

My job at Red River Taekwondo and Karate still involved dealing with the mothers of youngsters. My reputation of having a nice package in my pants still was known by many of those mothers. Yes, some still had that BCF (big cock fever).

Last month, at the end of classes I found myself standing next to a very suggestive looking woman. Tight shorts, snug shirt with the top three buttons undone. She moved in close.

"I heard that you have the right equipment to show a woman a good time," she whispered to me.

"I do." I replied. OK. I reformed, but I still was a bit conceited about my larger than average member.

"That's yummy," she purred.

I pointed to my wedding band. "Grace, I am a married man, and that 'equipment' is for my wife only. Speaking of whom, here she comes now." I pulled away from the woman and greeted AJ.

I did not think about that incident. Those things happened frequently. I did not even connect AJ's less than warm greeting that day with my conversation with Grace. I was just plain too happy to see AJ again.

Weeks later, in retrospect I learned that AJ thought something was going on between me and Grace.

Did I ever mention AJ's aversion to infidelity and her flying off the handle? Actually she had a firm grip on the handle. She clobbered her first husband a couple of times with a skillet. Why? She thought he was having an affair. Mark, that's the first husband, was hurt pretty bad and suffered even more harm when he ran out of his house into the sub-zero North Dakota winter. AJ never was charged with any crimes,

The angry side of AJ had never appeared to me during our courtship and marriage, but she did clearly let me know that fidelity was important. Sex was to be making love between two people who love each other. That was her absolute unbending policy.

That's why I don't understand what happened at Thanksgiving this year.

AJ cheated.

It happened at Thanksgiving. I mean it happened the day after Thanksgiving, the day known as Black Friday because it is such a big shopping day. 

AJ and I hosted Thanksgiving dinner. My sister and her husband, and AJ's brother and mother were our guests. MJ, that's AJ's brother, came to Fargo from Nebraska. He stayed in our guest room.

On Friday morning -- that's Black Friday -- I got up early because it was going to be a busy day at the store.

I was less than half way to West Acres when I realized I didn't have my wallet. I went back home to get it. Can you guess what's coming next? Of course you can, it's a common story about the husband coming home at an unexpected time.

Instead of opening the garage door I just stopped in the driveway, jumped out and slipped into the side door that leads into the kitchen. I keep my personal things such as keys and wallet on a little shelf near that door.

AJ didn't appear to be up, so I decided to take a peek at her in bed and maybe say goodbye for a second time that morning. She wasn't in our bed.

What was that sound from the guest room? Sounded a bit like AJ talking.

When I went down the hall I heard, "Joe will probably be banging one of those taekwondo moms today."

The muffled male voice wasn't clear but I did hear "revenge."

I peeked into the guest room. There was my loving wife sitting cowboy style on her brother. She was fucking him.

My first thought wasn't what one usually thinks upon discovering his wife's unfaithfulness. I thought "No, that's not right...I am working at my other job today." Being a teacher of taekwondo for six, seven, and eight year old kids is a part-time job. No way does it pay enough to live on. I also work part-time at a sports clothing store in West Acres shopping center.

My next thoughts were more along the lines of what's expected in these situations. I felt rage. I felt hurt. I felt sorrow. I felt devastated. Possible actions ranged all the way from yelling at them, trying out karate moves on him (and her), running away, or calming saying "how good is he?"  One thing that did not happen was getting excited over watching a live-in-person porn show.

I needed time to think, so I quietly left. 

All that morning and afternoon I just went through the motions of making sales at the sports shop. 

"How could she do this to me? I thought faithfulness was important to her," were some of the thoughts cluttering my mind.

I could hardly believe it when at about 3 o'clock MJ and his mother walked into the store.

"Joe!" he exclaimed, "What are you doing here? I thought you were at Red River Taekwondo all day?"

I looked at him and wondered if those board breaking techniques would work on his skull.

AJ's and MJ's mother spoke first "Oh, MJ, this is Joe's main job. His work with the kids with taekwondo is more of a hobby, but he does get paid for what he enjoys."

"Thank you, Ma." I replied. "What brings you to West Acres?"

"Maybe I just wanted to see my favorite son?"

"I'm your only son," I smiled back at her.

"Well, in that case. I twisted MJ's arm to take me shopping today. I wanted his help on picking out Christmas presents for AJ and you."

MJ wandered away browsing the aisles. I think he didn't want to face me.

After a couple more minutes of idle chit-chat with ma they left.

My shift was done shortly after that. I decided to rush home to confront AJ before MJ got back there.

"Yo, AJ, I am home."

"In the living room, come join me."

AJ was sitting in my favorite recliner. She got up, motioned for me to sit. She then sat in what some call 'the occasional chair." It faced the recliner. AJ did not look happy. In fact, she even looked like she was ticked off. I was ready to confront her about fucking someone outside of her marriage, but she took the offensive first.

"Have a nice time with the karate bimbos?" She asked.

"Huh?" Now, that was obviously not an intelligent answer.

"Don't play cute, mister. You told me once that you have screwed the mothers of your little students."

"AJ, I haven't done that since I started a relationship with you, and how can you..." She didn't let me continue.

"How do you explain these souvenirs?"

She produced a shoe box, opened the lid, and pulled out a handful of slinky women's panties.

"There must be a dozen in this box. I thought there would two or three dozen. What's the matter? Didn't they all give you their panties after you screwed them? " AJ demanded.

"AJ, Listen to me. I have never been unfaithful to you. Those panties are mine. I have kept that part of my life secret from you. I like panties. Looking at them and wearing them get me excited. Sometimes when you are not around I wear a pair and masturbate."

"That's an unlikely story. Can you prove it?"

"Take a look at each. Everyone is a size nine. That's bigger than the run-of-the-mill mom at Red River Taekwondo."

She looked. "Maybe they're all from one of the larger women."

"AJ, I thought you were over your jealous reactions and jumping to wrong conclusions."

Why was I defending myself? Here was a woman who just a few hours ago was breaking her marital vows by screwing another man. That's bad enough, but the man was her brother. Nevertheless, I felt compelled to prove my faithfulness before attacking her.

"Here's my phone. Call my sister. Her number is programmed in there. Ask her if I like panties."

She punched a few numbers.

"Mary, this is AJ. I have a serious question for you. What do you know about Joe and women's underwear?"

She listened for a few minutes. She looked at me the whole time. The hard look on AJ's softened, and then even broke into a smile.

She said into the phone, "I would have liked to have seen that look on his face when you confronted him about wearing your panties. Thank you very much, Mary. I need to do an apology and then work on saving my marriage."




Faithfulness in Fargo



"I am sorry I doubted you, Joe."

"AJ, it's my turn to spout off."

"No, Joe, let me finish. I know your secret, now I need to tell you mine."

"OK, AJ, keep talking." I let her go on because I still hadn't formed the words I wanted to say about her betrayal of our marriage. I will still deciding if I was going to leave her or if I was going to kick her out.

"I can't think of a subtle way to say this. I will be blunt. Twenty years ago I let my brother screw me. 

Before I could bust in with 'You've been fucking him for twenty years?' she continued. "MJ wanted to do it again a few weeks later, but told him to wait. I made him wait twenty years. Joe, I am sorry." Tears started flowing. "MJ and I made love this morning."

I was dumfounded.  I came home ready to pounce on my cheating wife, and now I suddenly felt bewildered. I did not expect a confession without a confrontation.

"Why?" I don't know why I asked why, but I did. Go figure.

"Joe, I don't know. Yes, I do know. It's not simple to explain, but I will try. First, I was getting revenge on you and that woman you were so cozy with at the karate place. I was feeling horny, too. But, I suppose the main reason is that I love my brother and over the years I have remembered our first time and fantasized about having him again. I could resist each of those three things, but I cracked when they combined."

"What happens now?" I asked "Are you going to keep fucking your brother?

She looked shocked. "No, Joe. I had my fun with him." Then a cute little grin showed up on her face. "But maybe twenty years from now I might try it again."

She came over to me and sat in my lap.

"I need double forgiveness. Please forgive me for doubting your faithfulness. Please forgive me for my unfaithfulness."

"AJ, I came back to get my wallet this morning. I saw you with MJ. I was conflicted about what to do. When I came home this evening I intended to confront you, but you confessed before I had a chance."

"You knew?"

"Yes, and I was angry and hurt. I do understand though. When you called my sister I realized how a brother/sister love could be sexual. I need to share my other secret with you. Mary and I never went all the way, but the summer after my high school graduation the two of us did a lot of things to get each other satisfied. We always both wore girlie panties when we did."

"Joe, do you think you could model a pair of these panties for me?" She held up the shoe box. "Better yet, could we go into the bedroom and do some of the things you and your sister did?"

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Author's note. Edgar Allen Poe once wrote that his stories started with the ending. He would then write the rest to lead up to the climax. I had an ending in mind when I started this story, but abandoned it along the way. It was one of those 'torch the bitch' and get revenge on the lover endings. I enjoy reading those, and I know from reader comments to stories that many others on Literotica like those endings, too. There are at least three other types of endings to cheating wife stories: reconciliation, willing cuckold (acceptance), and hanging (apparently incomplete). It does not seem to matter which kind of ending an author chooses: there is someone out there who hates it, and someone who loves it. As you can see, I opted for the hanging ending this time.