38 comments/ 98511 views/ 11 favorites History Of Cheating Wives Ch. 01 By: leapyearguy Mrs. Leap and I had a good time writing this amazingly accurate historical piece. Enjoy. You may not know this, but if you read this story you will. History tells us, as a species, the more humans change, the more we are the same. Since the dawn of time... 50 or 100 years ago, women have cheated on their men. You may ask yourself, how does this guy know? Well if you will shut the fuck up I'll tell you. My name is Fank, I'm a pretty normal type of guy, I know this because all twenty of us look similar. My forehead is thick and proud. My unibrow grows rather bushy and dark, giving me a very distinguished look. My teeth, all thirteen of them, are short and blunt, just made for gnawing. I'm rather tall for a man, I'm aware of this because I hit my head on the cave entrance a lot. I always dress in the latest animal skins. You can probably see for yourself what a fine looking catch I am. By trade, I'm in pterodactyl procurement. I enjoy my work, you haven't lived until you've chased a 500-pound flying lizard with a sharp stick. The eggs are very valuable, the meat is succulent and the skin is smoother than the ass of a baby stegosaurus. I make a good living for my wife and I. My beautiful wife Fuglee... I call her Fug, could be the centerfold from Pentcave magazine. She has long dark tangled hair... on her head, under her arms, on her back and between her legs. And her tits, man, she has two, unlike her sister. Fug's ass though, is her best feature. It's three axe handles wide, or would be if I knew what an axe was. Fug and I met at the river, one day. When her head popped out of the water with that trout in her mouth, I knew right then that she was the one for me. I was in love, Id never seen a trout that big. She was every thing I dreamed of in a woman. The water glistening on the hair of her upper lip made me hard instantly. I was speechless... Of coarse I was you asshole, nobody could talk yet. I went to Fug and looked into her eyes, one was brown and one was blue, they were mesmerizing. Well, they made me dizzy anyway. Her smell was intoxicatingly pungent, you know... like wet Yak fur. I knew right then, this lovely fragile creature would be mine. Later that evening, on our honeymoon, we made beautiful sweet love for the first time. I mounted her from behind, is there really any other way. I'm not too sure if she was virgin or not, because I hit the wrong hole the first time. She screamed in ecstasy. I knew then that we were meant for each other, that our love would stand the test of time. We bought a stylish cave in a small gated community in the hills. You've probably seen it, It's near the trail that passes the big rock next to the old tree by the pond. Yes it was gated, if you have been chased by a hungry sabretooth in the middle of the night you wouldn't ask such a stupid question. Our life together was perfect, we seemed to have so much in common. We went for long walks together, we drank from the same mud puddles and liked the same food, usually off the same bone. Life was good. Our sex life was out this world. We did it 10 or 12 tines a day...at least I did, sometimes I don't think she noticed. It occurred to me lately that nothing had occurred to me lately. Now I'm not a stupid man, as a matter of fact my brain is substantially bigger than a walnut, unlike most people I know. Lately Fug seemed different somehow, distant and withdrawn. I wasn't sure but I decided to watch for other signs of trouble. The first thing I noticed was sex, or the lack of it . It had gotten to the point where we only did it 6 or 7 times a day, she wasn't bending over in front of me as much as she used to. I know if any of you were forced to cut down to what I had been, you'd be suspicious too, The next thing I had noticed was a lack of communication. Yeah, I know she can't talk. Hey!, do you want to tell this fucking story or can I continue? Where was I?... Oh yes, the lack of communication. This made me really suspicious, or maybe it was constipation? In any case I didn't feel right. If you had read as many cheating wife stories on the cave walls as I have, you would know just what to look for. I was positive that Fug was being unfaithful. All the usual signs were there. The question is am I smart enough to catch her in the act? I was scheduled for an out of town business trip the next day. Fug watched me carefully as I packed my extra sharp stick. I wondered how long after I left would it be until she was fucking another man? As I walked to the cave entrance, Fug didn't say a word to me... Stop! Don't say another fucking word. I know she can't talk!!! If you fucking wankers would just let me tell this goddamned story and quit making fun of Fug, we could get this story over with. Pterodactyl season was starting that day. My luck was running with me today, I bagged my limit in no time. This gave me a reason to go home early and surprise Fug. I may be able to catch her in the act. As I entered our cave, I tried to make as little noise as possible. I peered around the corner of our bedroom. Well the only room in the cave,,, I saw Fug pulling the burrs from the hair in her crotch. The only other time I had seen this was after we made love. Shit, I still had no proof . I wanted to just scream... Oh fuck you, just don't say it!!! What I needed was surveillance, a way to spy on her. The next day I pounded a hole in the roof above our bed. I had a perfect view of our bearskin. If she had a lover, I could watch from above. If Fug noticed the hole, she didn't say so. I liked the plan, pretty slick huh. I arranged a phony business trip for the next day. While Fug thought I was out of town, I would be on top of the cave watching her. I would catch her with a dick in her cookie jar. I noticed Fug bending over to entice me several times that evening. The thought of being with her after she had fucked another cock, repulsed me. It took every thing I had just to bang her three times. It was pure hell and my heart wasn't in it. Fug still hadn't confessed her affair to me as I hoped she would. Her lack of remorse tore me apart inside... or it may have been the bronto ribs we ate for dinner... If she could only stop her infidelity and tell me she was sorry...Oh fuck you! You're doing it again. I left on my road trip as planned, but I quickly circled back to my cave roof. I didn't have to wait long. As I poked my head through the hole I had made a few days earlier, I saw Fug removing her fur clothing. At first I was confused, the fur had always provided me something to hold onto as I pumped away from behind. But now, seeing her naked for the first time, I realized there was plenty of hair on her back and ass for the same purpose. Minutes later, a man I had never seen before came into view. I can hardly put into words the way this man looked. His forehead was flat with two patches of hair above his eyes, not one, like a normal man. His nose protruded, not flat as it should be. There was little or no hair except on his head and above his dick. His teeth were white and his mouth seemed full of them. He was a freak, I had never seen anyone that ugly. I can't even imagine why Fug would let this thing touch her beautiful body. With no hesitation he went to Fug and put his hard cock in her mouth. She appeared to chew on it vigorously, by the way he started to moan, he was in terrible agony. I stared in amazement, I think my head was stuck in the hole. After a couple of minutes of Fug's gnawing, he fell on her. They were facing each other with the freak between her legs. It looked like he was slowly bumping into her. It must have started to annoy Fug. Her fingernails were gouging his back. She wrapped her legs around him and was now kicking him in the ass with her heels. Fug grunted and screamed. You can only imagine my relief that Fug had not fucked this beast. In fact, she had fought him off. He now lay covered in sweat next to her. His erection gone, with Fug smiling that she had won the struggle. Why had I ever doubted her? I feel like such a fool. My one thought now was revenge on this mutant, for trying to have his way with my faithful mate. This animal would pay, and he would pay dearly. Just the thought of what he had tried to do to my dear Fug sent me into a frenzy. And that, for all you dumb bastards out there that stayed until the end of this story, is how I invented fire. He made a fine meal for Fug and I. He was the first roast beast dinner. Very tasty I might add, we enjoyed him immensely. If you liked the story say so, if you didn't like it say so. I'm a big boy now and probably won't cry too much if you hurt my feelings. If there is any Interest I may do a History Part 2. What time? What place? Who knows? LYG History Of Cheating Wives Ch. 02 For all the curious readers that asked for it, this is number two (Yeah I'm sure a lot of you will think it is a big steaming pile of number 2) in this extremely accurate historical tale of 'cheatin' wives. Remember this is a story, and only a story. It is not intended to piss off any one group of wankers. No actual animals were harmed in the portrayal you are about to read. LYG. The sun glared down on his neck. The dark skin aged and weathered by many years on the trail, a red patina that showed the true being of the Tall man. He looked down, he always looked down, for the sign of his prey. Vigilant of danger that continuously surrounded him, he took stock of the threatening desert. It would be soon now, the tracks told him so. Two hours, maybe three at the most, he would catch the outlaw. His mount sensed the urgency, and quickened the pace. The target, slumped in his saddle, the heat and exhaustion tormenting him. The black stud staggered from the many days of constant travel. He looked back at the rugged trail. Was she worth it, was any woman worth this, he thought? It was only a matter of time, before he would be in his pursuer's sights. The end would come by tomorrow, his death was at hand. The hunter, a United States Marshal, was the proud Tall man in pursuit. The woman, beautiful and alluring, was the wife of the Tall man. The hunted, a highway man, was a desperado that cared little for the law or another man's property. OK, enough of this shit. If you want to read this crap, buy a cowboy novel. If you want to read about the cheating bitch, then I'll tell the fucking story my way. So tilt your Stetson back and put your feet up for a few minutes. Howdy, let's get down to why you're here. If you care, the name is Fishbine, Morty Fishbine. I shot a man one for calling me that. I go by Ty, and I'll hunt you down like a rabid dog if you forget it. My work is pretty interesting at times, I like it. My wife however, doesn't think to highly of it. It keeps me on the road bout as much as a snake oil peddler. DeeAnn, nags me a lot about it. She is always bitchin about the time I spend away from home. Dee says she is always lonely and bored, so I got her a dog. You'd a thought I tried to stick a red hot poker up her ass. Goddamn she let me have it. " You asshole, that's just one more mouth to feed around here." I can tell you, there ain't been much romance in my life since. Dee and me been married bout eight years now. She's a good woman, pretty too. Her daddy owns the feed store here in town. She thinks I should work for him and make an honest livin. I don't go in much for lugging feed sacks around. I prefer to come and go as I please. We own a little place on the outside of town, and we got a mess of chickens, a couple of milk cows, some hogs and a big garden out back. Life is pretty good when you got a woman that can tend to all that. Dee is strong as a mule and tougher than boiled owl shit. It don't pay to get her riled. Dee goes to church a lot, so the romancin is pretty much as you would think. Yep, Friday night after dark, she pulls her night dress up and her drawers down. She don't go for any of that stuff they do down at Bessie's saloon. Them whores really give the most bang for the buck...for five you can have em all night. Sometimes when I'm sittin out on the porch after supper, I think back about the days when I was a pup. As a young buck I had some pussy, bout as much as I could afford. Them were some fine times. Dee, well, she's a good cook and a fine figure of a woman, but I still think of them whores time to time. One lazy afternoon I was sittin out front of the office with my boots up. I was watchin a feller ride in to town on a big black stud horse. I didn't like the looks of this dude no how. I put it in my mind to keep an eye on him. He looked like a sidewinder if I ever saw one. If I was a bettin man, and I am. I'd tell you this cocksucker was trouble. He was sure to cause me some heartburn. I seen it time and time again, a drifter wanders into my little town and stirs the shit pot. Hell, boothill is full of his kind. Yep, it wasn't a matter of if, but when, we tangled. He stopped at the livery stable and slid down from the saddle. He talked to the old timer there for a few minutes, and headed to the saloon across the road. This is the same as they all did, bed their horse down and wash the dust down their throat with whiskey. The trouble didn't usually start till they had a snoot full, A while latter I moseyed on by the saloon. I asked the barkeep for my usual coffee, he poured the snake eye with a splash of coffee just the way I liked it. The stranger was at the end of the bar sipping whiskey. I moved to him slowly watching his eyes. "You just passin through, or are ya fixin to stay a while?" I said as I slid in next to him. "Any reason not to?" "Nah, just like to know what's what in my town." "Your town? You the sheriff?" "Close enough." "Well, I figured on headin out in a day or two." "You just keep your nose clean and we'll get along just fine." "I aint't lookin for trouble." Well, maybe he wasn't lookin for it, but it was sure to find him. I rode on home and put ol Blue in the corral. It was almost suppertime so I washed up and headed to the kitchen. There was Dee, goddamn, I ain't never seen this before. She was standing at the table, bent at the waist, her dress was hiked up and her bloomers on the floor. Dee was tending some kind of wound on her right cheek. That big ol ass was looking mighty fine, my pecker was thinkin the same. When she saw me, she let out a gasp and covered up quickly. "Well, did you see what your damned dog did to me?" She spat at me. "Well, he ain't my dog, but I reckon I'd like to see it again. Shit Dee, I'll even kiss it better for you." "Dang you, you're always as horny as an old goat." "It's your own fault." "My fault!? Now just where you get off saying that?" "If you didn't have such a pretty behind, I wouldn't be thinkin like that." "Do you really think so ,Ty?" "Hell yeah, Its way better than any of them whores in town." "Really, Ty? Just what do know about whores?" "Well Dee, If you was to come over here, I might just show you a thing or two." Well now, this was a new twist. If I might of told her sooner how nice of a butt she had, I might not have to think about them whores so much. She walked on over and pulled the back of her dress on up. I reached over and pulled her bloomers down. Yep, dog had nearly took a chunk out. Sittin on the chair behind her, I had a birdseye view. I kissed alround the teeth marks, runnin my hands over her other rump and the inside of her legs. Dee had never let me do any of this to her before, if she had it would have been my full time job by now. Dee surprised me again, she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. It only took me half an hour to get all of her clothes off. Have you got any fucking clue how many buttons and bows a woman has under all those layers of duds? By the time I got her naked , my pecker was about to bust. Dee seemed to be enjoying all the attention. The ends of her titties looked like bullets, and they was hard as one too. I sucked on em like a newborn calf. I could tell she was pretty fond of this, cause of the noise she was makin. She was whoopin like them injuns down by the mesa. I reached down and started rubbin that little nub on the top of her slit. Her legs shot straight up into the air, she must have found a new religion. She was yellin "OH GOD, OH GOD, OH MORTY!!!" When she went limp, I rolled her over and put her knees under her. I mounted up, and screwed her from behind, like the dog does to the chickens. Bout ten minutes in, she started buckin like ol Blue did when I stuck that hot brandin iron to his ass cheek. Man what a ride, and we was doing it bareback, I don't think a saddle would a done any good no how. When the sun come up the next day, I got off of Dee. Man, I felt like a hundred bucks, I went out and milked the cows and fed the chickens in my long handles. When I got back to the house, Dee was startin to stir. She sat up naked with her hair still down, and she smiled at me. I'm here to tell ya, she was prettier than a T-bone with a side of fried tatters. Dee got up and started a fire in the stove. I put on some pants and went out back to the woodpile. I cut a mess of firewood for the stove. I grabbed my saddlebags and walked in the door. Dee looked at me like I had a third eye in the middle of my forehead. "You're not going on a trip today are you?" She asked. "Yep, I have to pick up the new wanted posters over at Red Rock. Then on the way back I'll make the regular circuit." "I suppose if you have to." She said with a frown. "I was hoping after last night... well, maybe you would come home early tonight." She blushed. "I'm sorry Honey, I'll only be gone a couple of weeks. I'll be back before you even know I'm gone." "You know how lonely I get." "I know Honey. But I have to make this trip before the snow flies. Hey I know, I'll pick you up some of those fancy garters and lacy dodads, them tarts wear." This cheered her up, but not much. "Well I suppose that I could ride up to my sisters ranch and visit a few days." She said "Yep, that's a fine idea. Its only a days ride or so, and we could ride a spell together. It's on the trail to Red Rock. I packed up some vittles, saddled Dee's horse and ol Blue, and we rode out. We split up mid afternoon, I took the north trail, and Dee headed east to her sister's ranch. She'd be there well before dark. It was sixty hard miles to Red Rock, it took me only tree days. I saw the sheriff and picked up the new posters , we bullshitted for a couple of hours. I went over to that Victorian Secret store at the end of town. Man, the shit they had in there would've given a cigar store wooden Indian a hard-on. The sales lady Had the biggest damn boobies I ever saw, except for my old milk cow. She jiggled over to me, and asked me how I was on this fine day. "I'm just fine Ma'am, And what a fine set of titties you have there." I said politely, not wanting to be rude. "What may I interest you in today?" "Well Ma'am, you wouldn't happen to have any of them fancy bloomers and such, would you?" "Oh yes, we have a fine selection. Please walk this way." I followed her, but I woulda had to have a corncob stuck in my ass to walk that way. She sat me in a big ol chair and started to show me stuff. By the time I left, they had about two years of my pay, and I had jism runnin down my leg into my boot. I musta had fifty pounds of tart wear, ol Blue was gonna be pissed. I headed out on the trail to check on the ranches and settlers. It was the long way home, and would take about ten days. If you rode straight through you could do it in five, but them folks didn't get to see many white men out that way, and they wouldn't stop talkin. About four miles down the road, I ran into ol Tom. Tom was a peddler, He sold bout any thing you could want. Tom stopped his wagon and pulled a jug out, we both had a snort. Tom told me he had just come down the trail from where I was headed. He had stopped at all of the farms and ranches along the way. He had pretty much done my job for me. Everybody was doin ok, and he had talked till he was blue in the face. I said so long to Tom and headed out, there was no way I could follow this trail with out stoppin in on those folks. I turned ol Blue and rode to the trail I had followed to Red Rock. With luck I'd be home in three days. I could be watchin Dee wear those whore clothes, wouldn't she be surprised. I pushed ol Blue pretty hard, but he was up to it. On the seventh day out, I was a day from home. I stopped by an ol cabin that was abandoned to spend the night, and let Blue get some food and rest. .It was getting late in the afternoon, the sun was about to go down. I spotted a couple of horses in the trees out back of the cabin. It's wise to be careful when you come up on folks out here on the trail. I tied up ol Blue in the trees, and snuck up to the shack. I was being as quiet as an Injun. I peeked in the window, it was pretty dark in there. I saw a man with his pants and long johns down to his boots. His hairy ass was pumpin away at somethin. I spotted the soles of some small feet by his knees. Well, I holstered my six shooter and decided to watch a spell. This guy was given it to her. I was thinkin about the woman from that store in Red Rock with the big jugs. Then I went back a few days to that night with Dee. This girl was moanin just like Dee did a few days ago. I was standin in the window, by then my duds were at my knees and my pecker was in my hand. I was thinkin at the time, this watchin people fuck deal could catch on. There's a buck to be made on this. The dude finished up bout the same time I did. He took a step to the side, and goddamn if that ass didn't look just like Dee's. I'd only seen it that one day, as modest as she was. Holy shit, it was her. That dog bite on her ass cheek couldn't be on anyone else. "Goddamnit!!" I yelled, I went for my colt. Have you ever tried to pull up your pants with your longhandles down? Well it don't happen too fast. I saw the face of the man before I fell on my ass. It was that fuckin stranger, I told ya we was gonna tangle. I managed to unravel my jeans and had my pistol ready as I saw him ride off. Dee was screamin and cryin. I was yellin every dirty word I knew. It was no use to follow him this late. Best to let Blue rest overnight, I'd get a fresh start at dawn. I tended to Blue, and by then Dee was dressed and standin by me still blubberin. It was full sundown now so I built a little campfire. I intended to fill up on bacon and beans before I hit the trail. It might be a while before I'd eat again. Dee had stopped cryin by now, and was fixin super. She wouldn't shut up, I'm so sorry this, it didn't mean anything that. She reminded me of those settler folks. Yak, yak, yak, talk, talk, Jesus Dee, shut the fuck up. I ate in silence on my part, but Dee kept talkin between mouthfuls. I finally told her I would settle up with her after the hangin. My head hurt from all the blabberin Dee was doin, so I put my fingers in my ears and laid my head on my saddle. At dawn I sent Dee home, I rode out the other way. Ol Blue and I were riding light, I'd sent everything I didn't need with Dee. The trail was easy to follow, a blind man with no stick could've chased this asshole. Ol Blue pretty much did all the work, he was on it like a bloodhound. This gave me a lot of time to think on how I was gonna kill this wife rustler. We were four days out, the bastard was peterin out. I'd have him in a few hours. Blue was steady and true. His mount was about through. I stopped and gave Blue the last of the water, loosened his cinch to let him breath and rest. I climbed a rock outcrop to scope things out. He was on the flat, afoot. His horse had runoff and left him. He had no where to run to, I bided my time lettin Blue rest up. There was no hurry now. The sun was at my back, he wouldn't even see me comin. By the time he heard Blue's hoofs it would be to late. We was close in now, Blue seemed to know what I had in mind. At a hundred yards, I let Blue out. He was chargin at a flat out run, he'd knock down an oak tree at this speed. We hit him hard from behind, it knocked him asshole over tea kettle, and he was still rollin in the dirt when I got Blue stopped. I whirled Blue, I had my lariat twirlin. The throw was on the mark, he was all but hogtied. I made a dally around the saddle tree and headed out toward the rocks with the prick in tow. I'd figured that hangin was too good for this cocksucker, I had a different idea in mind. An old Injun feller I knew, name of Crowbar, told me a story once. I reckoned that what he told me oughta work fine. When we got to the arroyo, the prick was still alive. He looked like a hundred miles of bad road. He was tryin to sit up and get loose. I slid off Blue and popped him on the forehead with the butt end of my colt, that oughta quiet him down a might. I tended to Blue and got him in the shade and took off the saddle. I cut off all the bastard's clothes with my pocket knife, and staked him out in the sun. I sat a spell and caught my breath. I needed to find a couple of things so I headed out. There was an ol waterin hole near by, I filled my canteens and let ol Blue drink his fill. I left him to graze a little, while I searched for what I needed. I found the right pile of rocks that I knew would produce. Have you ever seen what a diamondback bite will do to a man? Well, I'm here to tell ya, it ain't too pretty. They tell me the small snakes are the worst, a hell of a lot more feisty and the poison is concentrated. This two footer oughta do the trick. Blue was none to happy to have that snake on board, but we managed to get back ok. Asseyes was awake when we rode up. His white skin was lookin pretty crisp about now, after layin in the sun naked all day. He was as pink as a rare T-bone. He was yellin for water, I figured what the hell. I walked over next to him and pulled out my pecker, and gave him a little drink. I started a small fire and got out my little Dutch oven. I put a little water on to boil. It was sundown and I was hungry. I figured it was time. So I got the bag with the little rattler in it, I reached in real careful like and fished him out by the tail. The look in that mans eyes told the story, he'd a pissed his self if he had it in him. I held the snake real close to his face. I moved it down his body real slow like. The prick was screamin and tryin to get away. When I got the rattler close to his sack and pecker, I let him strike. He must have been pissed off or mighty hungry, he bit the dude seven times. That oughta do the job. I cut the head off the snake, gutted and skinned it, and threw it in the pot to cook. My mama always said waist not want not. The screamin had all but stopped by then. I went over and kneeled down next to the asshole. "You know, It's just not right to muck around with a man's property. You think she was worth it now?" He was cryin like a baby now. I went back to the fire and had some supper, rattler's pretty tasty when you're hungry. I bedded down for the night, I didn't figure to get much sleep. I was right, all that cryin and moanin woke me up a bunch, but I rested better knowin that my kind of justice had been served. In the light of day, the sight of what the snake poison had done made me reach for my own dick. I needed to make sure it was ok. Shit, Crowbar didn't lie. It was gruesome lookin, his balls was so swollen the sack didn't hold em any more. The skin was black, and his dick was as big around as ol Blue's, Goddamn. I saddled up Blue and cut the prick loose. I left him one shot in his pistol and a canteen. The rest was up to him. I rode home slow, tryin to put my head right about Dee. I took six days but I made it home. Dee stood on the porch watchin me as I took care of Blue. Blue had done me proud again. Shit, why couldn't Dee be faithful like my horse? I stripped off out side by the water trough, and dove right in. It had been a long month, I washed the trail off my tired bones. I laid my head back and took a soak with my eyes closed. Dee come up behind me with a cake of soap, she didn't say nothin. She pulled me from the water and helped me out of tank. Dee took her time latherin me all up head to toe. She seemed to spend a lotta time on my sore ass and my pecker. It felt good standin in the warm sun bein tended to like a young-un. She poured three buckets of water over my head to get rid of the suds. I was still naked as the day I was born, Dee took me to the porch and dried me off slow. She took me to the kitchen to feed me. There I was, I felt like some sorta king. Sittin at the table naked, eatin steak and fried tatters. Dee went to the bedroom, and I kept eatin. There'd been no words between us since I rode up, I didn't feel much like talkin. I was still pretty pissed about Dee actin like a slut. History Of Cheating Wives Ch. 02 Dee come outa the other room, she was wearin some of them tart duds I got for her. Shit fire, I mighta still been pissed at Dee, but my whanger didn't seem to give a shit what I was thinkin. She walked right over and squatted right in front of me. She grabbed my big ol hard dick, and stuffed the end of it right in her mouth. I almost choked on my tatters. She was suckin and pumpin, pumpin and suckin. This was sure better than any of them whores that I sometimes thought about. I didn't have no time right then to think about what I was gonna do to Dee for cheatin, my mind was kinda occupied at the time. She was still suckin while I finished my tatters, I sure do love them fried tatters. Dee got up and poked that big ol ass right in my face, then she sat right down on that big hard dick of mine. It crowded right in to her tight pussy in one go. Dee started riddin me like them fellers do over at the circle x, when theys breakin wild stock. After a while she started buckin real hard, her pussy was tryin to squeeze my peter flat as a pancake. When we was done she fell asleep in the saddle, with my pecker still stuffed inside her. It wasn't the most comfortable nights sleep, but I had a lot worse. At dawn, when the rooster crowed, she woke up. I had a hard dick again, and she started to ride some more. This time she rode like we was goin to a picnic, nice and easy. I can't say which way I liked best, my daddy always told me "Son, there ain't no such thing as bad pussy, just some's better than others." I saddled up Blue after breakfast, I had to decide about Dee. I took a slow easy ride, just thinkin and lettin Blue wander. I was home by supper. Dee was at the stove fixin some food, she was only wearin an apron. That big ol ass of hers looked like it was smilin at me when I walked in. Goddamn, she wasn't makin this easy, and lookin at her ass was makin it harder by the minute. I sat at the table, Dee brought me a plate of fried Tatters. Damn, she got down on her knees and opened my pants up, she fished out my pecker and started suckin and pumpin again. "Dee, I did a lot of thinkin today." She looked up at me, but continued her chores. "I ain't all that happy with what you done. But I reckon I'm gonna keep you around. It'd be damn hard to find another woman to tend the chickens and milk the cows as good as you." Dee was really churnin the butter now, suckin and pumpin. "What the hell would I do with all them whore clothes? You're a good woman Dee, but you done me wroooong... OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT!" I said just as I delivered a fresh load of cream into her mouth. "Damn it, Dee You know I oughta beat your ass and send you packin, but I never seen no woman that serves fried tatters quite like you do." "Ty, would you care for another helping?" Damn, I purely love Dee's TATTERRRRS...!!!! Tell me if you like it tell me if you don't. It help's me learn. History Of Cheating Wives Ch. 03 Well, I see some of you wankers are back for more punishment. I guess if you are reading this that you want to hear another incredibly accurate tale from history. Whose history you may ask? The history according to me, of course. I can see some of you still doubt the validity of my stories. I ask you, where did your version of history come from? The printed words on the pages of a book? Why are the words printed on this page on the Internet less valid than the ones taken from a book written by men, excuse me, or women, long since departed? As all the inhabitants of the times we are referring to are dead and gone, whom are you going to ask? History, especially ancient history is handed down through the ages by folklore. Have you ever heard a story from a friend, that he heard from another friend that was told to him by his wife, who overheard it at work from a guy at the water cooler? Well, that is folklore, and was the story accurate? Who really knows for sure? The tale is going to be embellished, confused, added to, expanded, or details will be left out and forgotten. So sit yourself back and enjoy. If my story is not authentic enough for you, then watch the discovery channel. Ah, it's good to be king. Yeah, that's me King Jim. I bet you think I have an easy job. It does have advantages, but there is a tremendous amount of stress associated with my work. With my busy schedule, I rarely have time to relax and just put my feet up. I also have to spend a lot more time on the road than I would like. When I'm not traveling, I spend most of my time in the office. The paperwork that goes along with running a kingdom can be pretty overwhelming at times. The payroll in itself keeps me busy a couple of days a week. I can barely keep my head above water most of the time. The complexion of my business changes constantly, you can never tell from day to day where opportunities may arise. For example, a few years back we made a killing on our crusade operation. Now, it's a break-even deal at best. I won't even go into that dragon farm fiasco, we all got burned badly on that deal. I very nearly lost my ass on that project, I'll tell you. As profitable as business is, you always have to keep your eyes peeled for the corporate raiders trying a hostile take over. Just a few weeks ago, a bunch of crazy redheaded guys from up north wanted to buy me out. Well, I don't care what a man does in his own kingdom but in my neck of the woods men just don't wear dresses. I don't think they were expecting to greeted by boiling oil or throngs of sharp arrows. I politely declined their offer and sent them home. All work and no play made me a lonely monarch. While I do still enjoy wielding my sword and rescuing damsels now and then. My life was missing something, and it became clear to me when I took off my shining armor each evening that I had no one to share my adventures. I needed a queen to greet me after a hard day on the throne. I've been told that when a man takes a wife, he should marry for love. I'm afraid though, when you are a king this rarely happens. My wife was chosen for me as a strategic maneuver. I didn't even meet her until the wedding. Luckily for me, she was a real beauty. Maria Elana Lolita Romona Conchtia Esperanza, was from a southern dominion. I have to tell you, I can't usually remember her name. We all call her Mary, though she understands very little of what we say. It is unnerving to try to communicate with Mary. When she tells me something, Mary talks so fast that the conversation is over before I even know it is me she was talking to. While it is difficult to converse, Mary does understand a hard cock. As king, I've had wenches by the dozens. But Mary fucks like a woman on fire. I'm told it is because she was raised in a convent and taught by nuns. I barely get in the door at night when she attacks me. Between my work and my wife, the only rest I get is on the road these days. Does it sound like I'm complaining? Well, I assure you all I am not. Mary has made life wonderful for me. She makes me feel like a king. Ok, that was a stupid remark. But if I could only change two things about her, then she would be perfect. I wish we could sit and talk, it would be wonderful to speak to her about our times together. The other thing I would change is those goddamned sauces she insists on putting on all of my food. I find them offensive to my taste buds, they burn my mouth and tongue. If you have ever farted inside your suit of armor, then you know what I mean. The way a suit is built, it acts like a chimney. The gasses are directed up to my head and remain in my helmet until I can barely breathe. My favorite time of year is tournament time. It's as close to a vacation as I ever get. It is a full fortnight of fun and frolic for all of us in the castle. I am especially looking forward to this years festivities. I have had several peons working round the clock to make the beaded necklaces that are thrown to the wenches for flashing their voluptuous boobs. I was finishing up the employee evaluations for the year. The knights all get cranky if they don't receive their raises and bonuses on time. I had worked many hours of over time with my secretary the last few weeks. I know how upset Mary can get when I work late, but what is a king to do? The work had to be done before the Tournaments could begin. When I got home that night, the lights were still on. This could only mean trouble, Mary was waiting for me. When she waited up it was usually not good. I get all sweaty and my head pounds when she starts her tirade. She yells so loud and fast I can never figure out why she is yelling at me. As I open the door to our chambers, I can tell right away this is going to suck. "Where ju bean? Ju air late agin" She spat. "Honey please calm down. You know I have to finish up the reviews at the office before the festival." 'Hijo de mil putas, ju can no treet me dis whay." "Baby please, I've been working." "Ju wark wit dis whore agin." "What?" "Ju... with... Puta... agin?" "Oh, no Baby she's not a whore. She's my secretary." "Ju say sex?" "Mary. No sex, secretary... She... helps... me... with... work..." I said talking like an idiot. "Ju rite abut dis, no sex Mary." Oh fuck me, how the hell do I explain this to her. "Ju cabrón, ju chit me. Mary cut ju huevos." Mary, I no cheat you." I was talking like the fool I am, now. God there has to be some relief some day. I love her so much, but I may as well be talking to my steed. At least he doesn't yell back at me. The very next day before work I called Jeffery, my manservant. "Jeff I need a big favor from you." "Sir, I am afraid I do not comprehend your request." I always forget. Jeffery can be as hard to talk to as Mary can sometimes. "Jeffery, I wish for you to dispatch the Knights posthaste." "To whence shall I dispatch them, Sire?" "Have the men find the one that speaks in the tongue of the Queen as well as the King. Fetch them to me with no delay." "As you wish my liege." He said as he bowed and backed away. Jeff's a real good egg, but he needs to loosen up few notches. Maybe I can get him laid at the tournament. I'll work on that. The knights rode off after breakfast to search the land for a translator. I had to end this crazy communication issue as soon as possible. Mary thought I was fucking my secretary, and she wouldn't even look at me. The next few days were a nightmare, Mary locked me out of our chambers and I had to sleep on my throne. No, not that one you assholes, the big king chair. I tried every angle to get back in her good graces, with no luck. She wasn't willing to let it go it was really starting to piss me off. I couldn't take it any longer, I needed to talk to somebody. Unfortunately all of the knights were at work. That left only Jeffery, the closest place to get a drink was the titty bar. Looking back this was a terrible mistake, at the time though it seemed like a real good idea. I ordered a couple of meads for Jeff and me. Trevor, the barkeep, suggested we try a new drink that he had gotten from the crazy redheads that wore dresses. He called it scotch whiskey, it tasted like shit at first but after a few we didn't care about taste. I can't recall feeling quite like this before. I told Jeff about the troubles I was having with Mary. We were commiserating and drinking, so we drank some more. About then I wasn't thinking too clearly, so I paid for a lap dance for my pal Jeff. As the wench danced and was rubbing her titties all over him, his eyes shot open and the first smile of his life began to appear on his face. Goddamn this chick was hot, I was getting hard watching her grind on Jeff's crotch. "How's she doing there, Jeff?" "It would appear, Sire, that my penis is becoming solid." "Well buddy, that's what's supposed to happen." "Am I allowed to enjoy this, your majesty?" "Shit man, loosen up a little. Let your fucking hair down for once." "Yes sire." He said, as he reached for his head. "Goddamn it Jeffery, don't take every thing I say so seriously. I meant for you to relax, have a good time." And by god he did, he soon had that wench on the table. Her legs behind her ears as he plowed her field. This was not something that the bartender would usually allow, but like I said before, it's good to be king. I was so goddamn drunk by this time that I had my head right down in where Jeff was screwing. My nose was within inches of his balls as they were slapping against the wenches' ass. This is when the feces made contact with the rotary oscillating device. (The shit hit the fan for all of you non-civilized folk) I was drunk and wobbly and my chair slipped. As you can imagine, my face fell right in the middle of the action. Jeffery was just starting to spurt as my forehead hit his ass, and he was so surprised that he pulled out right away. My nose was buried in a gooey, dripping, sticky snatch. I could feel wetness on the back of my head as Jeff continued his first orgasm. The last thing I remember before I passed out, I was thinking that this titty bar visit was a really bad idea. I hit the floor and was dead to the world. I was alive, oh my god was I alive. Every pore and nerve ending screamed in pain. I felt as if my head had been split with a broad sword. It took twenty minutes to open one eye. As it opened, I wished it hadn't. Sitting on my chest, was a very angry Mary. She was staring down on me with hate in her eyes. "JU FUK PUTA!" Holy fuck, that was the loudest thing I had ever heard. I had no idea what it was she had said, but my god it was loud. "JU STEENK WIT PUSSY!" Just as I thought nothing could hurt any worse, she hit me square in the forehead with a pot. I didn't hurt until I woke up four hours later. Mervin was the castles' wiz. I don't know exactly what he does, but he was mixing some concoction in a bowl. "Ok man, you just guzzle this shit down. You won't feel a thing man. This is some real good shit man." As I drank the vile tasting mixture, it burned my throat all the way down. I didn't feel any better, but I started to feel nothing just as Merv said. I was numb, completely numb, I tried to stand, I had no control, I was totally aware of what was around me but I had no feeling at all. I wanted to ask Merv what he had done to me but all that came out was "fluj hdert scim aber". "Hey Jim man, don't fight it. Just go with the buzz. It's a real cool trip. Just chill." Said Merv As I could only stare at him anyway, I did what he asked. The room wasn't exactly spinning but is was not stable either. My vision would blur and focus. Objects would grow and shrink. I wanted to close my eyes but I still couldn't move. Well, my head didn't hurt. Before my head cleared, I saw all manner of perplexing creatures. I started to regain control of my limbs. The pain returned to my forehead, but at a much lower level. I slowly made my way to my feet, I was surprised to find I was still at the titty bar. It was clear that I needed to sort this mess out with Mary as soon as possible. I stumbled home, as I entered the castle I knew something was wrong immediately. There was armor strewn across the floor and up the stairs to our chambers. The problem with this is that this armor was black. My battle gear is shinning silver. I moved as quickly as my wobbly legs would carry me. As I rounded the door to my sleeping quarters, my first view almost made me retch. Mary was splayed on the bed with her legs up in the air. A man the same color as the strewn armor was pumping away at a very excited and moaning Mary. I became unhinged, I called at the top of my lungs "GUARDS!!!" As the black knight was scrambling to protract himself from my wife's clutches, three tower guards arrived at my side. "Take this vermin to the dungeon, I will deal with him latter." The men quickly escorted him away, dragging him by the feet. Mary sat in the bed unashamedly, with a smirk on her face. "Now ju knaw ow he fills" "What?" "Ju chit me, I chit beck." "Goddamn it woman, speak English. I... Didn't ... Chit... I mean cheat!!" I had all I could take. I placed a guard at the door to Mary's room. With instructions to stab to kill if any one tried to enter or leave. I had taken all the shit from Mary that I was going to. Goddamn it I'm the king for Christ's sake. Two days later, the knights returned with the translator. For what little good it would do now, I explained the whole story to this young woman. Yes, the translator was a beautiful young woman. I instructed her to tell Mary all that had transpired. I would not join her it was all too fresh and painful to me. I can't seem to rid my mind of the images of the black knight having his way with my wife. I instructed Jeffery to train the black knight for his new duties as royal bum wiper. "I'm on it boss." He said as I smiled. Jeff had really opened up after his time with that wench. Consuela, or Connie as I called her, had explained the situation to Mary. Mary, was still mad as hell and didn't believe of word of it. "Connie, what did she say when you told her all the details." "She tell me you think she is stupid, that you tell her some ridiculous story. She say you fuck other women and lie about it. She also say she not trust you no more." "Connie, I swear by all that is holy, I'm telling the truth." "Yes sir, I know this. Jeffery, he tell me about it." "What does she plan to do?" "She say she go home to Ma Ma. She say she find new man to keep bed warm." "WHAT? She will do no such thing. I am the king, I shall decide where she goes!" "Where shall I tell her to go to?" "You can tell that cheating bitch that she will live in an English cloister. The sisters do not teach woman to screw in these convents. She will have no other man from this time forward!" "She will no like this." "She should have considered that before she bedded another man. She has disgraced me, I will not tolerate infidelity. I want nothing further to do with her, I have said all that I will say on this matter." I called for the vicar, and had him prepare the documents. My happy marriage would be done when the ink dried. I was saddened by the loss, but I had not been the instigator of all this madness. Mary was taken away kicking and screaming to life of celibacy. Jeffery had trained the new ass wiper well, I smiled each morning as he performed his new duties. Ah, it's good to be king. As time past, my counselors brought before me a new wife. I had no knowledge of this conspiracy. She was brought before the throne for introductions. The head council presented the next queen to me, a blonde blue eyed beauty from the north, Inga. "JEFFERY SEND THE KNIGHTS, I NEED A TRANSLATOR!!" I may as well start this marriage off on the right foot. History Of Cheating Wives Ch. 04 Have you had enough yet? Well, I already finished this one so you're stuck with it. The lunacy continues as long as the readers request my incredulously precise version of the way the shit went down. They dided it so I writed it. Like it or not you can't change history, I can, but you can't. So get out the popcorn and get ready to learn. LYG * "She's a little tall don't you think?" I say to my buddy Pierre. "Maybe, but I like them that way." He replied back with a leer to his smile. "I don't know, she scares me a bit." "Ha, she scares you? The man that has conquered all of Europe is afraid of a woman." "Oui, she is beautiful, but she frightens me. What if she thinks I am too short for her?" "You are being a pussy, ask her to dance with you. No one would refuse any request from the Emperor." "Do you think so, Pierre?" "Be a man for once, I can't keep bringing those tarts to the palace forever." He was right, the Empire needs a queen as much as I need a woman. I bolstered my courage and went to her with my sword clanking on the floor behind me. "Would the most beautiful woman in the room honor me with her presence on the dance floor?" She turned to me and looked to see where the voice had come from. She looked left and she looked right, but she never bothered to look down. With a dismayed smile she turned back to the conversation she was involved in. "Hey, I'm down here." I almost yelled. She turned back to see who was talking to her. With the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, she peered down her nose at me. After a moment she bent at the waist to get a closer look at me. She gazed longingly into my eyes, there was a power there I had never felt before. My pride swelled at the attention that she gave me, I felt another swelling as well. "And what might I do for you my child?" She said. "Child, I am no child. I am Leon the Emperor of all France. I wish to dance with you." "Oh my, forgive me. Yes, let us dance." I took her in my arms, at least I tried to. More accurately, I grabbed the cheeks of her ass and tried to follow her lead. I was captivated by her aroma, my eyes were level with her navel as I wondered when she had last washed that most secret of places. We danced for what seemed hours, the music was intoxicating. Her movements only served to heighten my desire for this most wondrous of creatures. The smell made me light headed as we toured the dance floor. I continued to grip and knead the globes of her bum as she was now grinding her pelvis on my chin. As the music ended, her hands were holding my ears trying to rub the nose off of my face. I felt the shudders of love as we came simultaneously. My hard member kept contact with her kneecap, I was spurting my love juice into my britches. Her odiferous crotch was humping upon my now damp face. Her moans like those of a bitch in heat rang loudly throughout the room. All the eyes in the room were on us, as we regained our composure. "What, you have never seen a man dance with a woman before? I said loudly to no one in particular. "I think no one has seen that dance before in public." Pierre retorted, now roaring with laughter. And that is how my wife and I were aquatinted some years before. We fell in love and courted for the proper period of time. I was smitten by this Amazon, her beauty and charm were beyond compare. When I was around her magnificent aura, I felt four feet tall. She professed her love for me each day, kissing me on my forehead and calling me her sweet little man. When we made love, I could tell she was satisfied by her intense laughter. Tiffany would laugh for what seemed hours after our intense minute of coupling. Tiffany, I don't think this is her real name I think she makes this shit up, goes to the gym many times each week. She tells me how hard she works to stay beautiful for me, but her ass seems to grow not reduce. My wife thinks she fools me, however I am an intelligent dictator I am aware of her affairs. I am man enough to conquer any foe, but I see I am no longer man enough for my wife. I am severely troubled by her indiscretions, the guillotine may be best to cure her wandering eyes. No, this would not be so civilized. I have heard of a legal means to put an end to this crap, divorce. I hear people say that you must have some proof of adultery for the magistrate to declare the divorce. This should not be too difficult to prove with my many resources, considering I control the courts. Ha, I control every thing except my wife it would seem. The next day I was awake early. Tiffany leaves the palace for the gym as the sun rises. I will need some assistance to amass the required proof, what I need are witnesses. I summon thirty of my finest troops to accompany me on my spy mission. I will also take Stinky Jacque along to capture the moment. As stealthily as we can, we creep up to the rear windows to the exercise center. I fear we have made too much noise, thirty rattling sabers create enough noise to wake the dead. But luck is on my shoulder today, the booming noise of the music covers our lack of covertness. I order the men to disperse to the windows and watch. Inside I spy fifteen or so scantily clad women trying to follow the lead of the fagot dancing in front of them. They are bending and twisting to the gyrating rhythm of the orchestra. "Come on ladies kick it, up and down and down and up. Work it girls move those asses." Boobies are bouncing and asses are swinging in time with the music. Such a glorious display is not wasted on thirty horny soldiers. I scan the room, but find no trace of my wife. Jacque is setting his easel up to make pictures of the scene before us. I see that I have made an error bringing the men along. They will do me no good with their trousers at their ankles massaging their own swollen cocks. I will carry on this mission alone. I go from window to window until I find Tiffany. Finding an old discarded wine crate to stand on, I can now see my wife lying naked on a chaise. I run to Jacque the Stinky, He is dipping his extended prick into the red oil paint and jacquing off with his right hand. "Get over here you asshole." I said to Jacque, while I watched the soldiers pleasuring themselves and each other in a few cases. We ran back to the window, a grotesquely muscled man stood naked over my wife. I instructed Stinky to capture some pictures, while I watched in awe. The man's penis seemed to have muscles, it was truly massive. It had to be at least three inches longer than my own impressive four inches. As angry as I was I could not help but get aroused at the way he took my wife's virtue. I had never lasted longer than four or five strokes inside of Tiffany, this man had endurance. My hand was now clutching my bulging member as the other found its way to my left nipple through the middle buttons of my vest. Minute after minute he pumped away at my wife. I wanted to kill this man but I could do nothing now but satisfy my own pent up lust. Being so engaged in the moment I was totally unprepared when she screamed as her orgasm took her. The shock caused me to loose my footing on the wine crate, and I fell shooting my own jism on the window as I went to the ground. Tiffany stared down at me in horror, as she now knew I was aware of her affair. I had the men, now dressed and sexually satisfied for the moment, take lover boy to the Bastille for confinement, with further instructions to put him in a cell with the gigantic black prisoner Bubbier. I lost all interest in conquest after this. I had no will to pillage. I even sold all of my land in the new world to the Americans. I had loved my Tiffany so very much, but I could not face the people of my empire if I forgave her. She had broken my heart with her actions. So like a good soldier I pressed on the best I could. Pierre stood by me, trying to raise my spirits. We drank and sang, but the songs made me sad for what I had lost. He even suggested a vacation to the nude beaches on the Isle of Elbow, I declined but told him I would go there one day. My mood remained stoic while waiting for the court date with the magistrate. The preparations had all been made and I entered the court. All eyes were upon me as I walked to the front of the room. I took my place at the table in a specially made chair. I had a writing tray that folded down from behind and sat much taller than a regular chair. The bailiff secured me into my 'high chair' as it came to be called, and slid the tray down above my lap. Tiffany was seated with her barrister at the adjacent table. Her mother and father were seated behind her to the right. I gave her lawyer a stern frown as he looked at me, knowing he would most likely lose this case before the bar. My attorney smiled confidently as the court room buzzed with chatter. "Hear ye hear ye, all rise for the honorable Sidney of Burgundy." Sid was a good friend of mine, we fished together quite often to relax. He really wasn't from Burgundy, that was his drink of choice. He did sauce it up pretty often. I hope he is hung over now, it will make the hearing go much faster if he wants to go home and sleep it off. He looked to me and gave me the thumbs up signal. It appeared like Tiffany's lawyer had just pissed himself. My attorney was the first to speak, he told Sid and the audience of the affairs that I had suspected Tiffany of. The court was hush to hear, Tiffany sat with a smile as her dalliances were recounted, a woman rapt in the tales. As I watched her, she revisited each lover as they were named. Max, my lawyer, was skilled with his delivery of words, after his hour-long dissertation of my wife's scandalous behavior there would not be a dry pair of underwear in the room. Her mother looked faint at the prospect that her daughter could really act this way. Her father was flush with a leer as he gazed at her with longing. Every other eye was fixed upon the hussy that had been my wife. Max then called Stinky Jacque to the witness chair. Jacque produced sketch after sketch of Tiffany locked in her lovers embrace. The pictures were direct evidence of her adulterous affair. Her lawyer sat with his head in his hands weeping to himself. Sid studied each explicit drawing with great care, licking his lips and putting his hands under his bench. He would look alternately at the picture then to Tiffany. The lecherous bastard Sid decided it was time to take a recess. The bailiff raised the tray on my high chair and released me. Sid took the sketches to his chambers, probably never to be seen again by anyone but him. The court was cleared until later that afternoon. I soon wondered if it had been a serious mistake to rid myself of Tiffany. I knew that I would be ridiculed in the eyes of the people either way I decided. I would be looked upon as a weak Emperor if I did not divorce her. On the other hand I would be seen as less than a man for needing the divorce. To deflect the eyes of the people I sent the army to kick the shit out of the Italians. After our lunch break, the court reconvened. Sid winked at me and I thought I saw him wink at Tiffany. Sid asked Max if there were any further evidence or witnesses. I think he only wanted further nude drawings to bang his gavel over. We decided very early on not to use the testimony of the thirty soldiers, as to not have to explain their behavior outside the windows of the gym. Max declined further proof and turned the court over to Tiffany's barrister. Sid asked him if there was anything to be said from him, he only replied that he wished to be a grape farmer in the future. And that his client was agreeable to the divorce. I had expected more of a fight, I was prepared to use my power to show Tiffany who was the boss. I asked her later, after court was adjourned, why she had even bothered to show up only to be put through such embarrassment. "Mon Cheri, did you not notice the look in the eyes of every man in the room as your drawings were produced? That is the look I desire, the look of lust I crave from a man." "Did I not look at you like this?" "Oh Cheri, it is not the same from your husband. Also your wee wee is too wee, oui." I lowered my head in shame, as I slowly left the court building. I was accosted soon by two large apes wearing black capes. I was then carried to a waiting ship. I was sent into exile to the island that Pierre suggested I take a holiday on, the Isle of Elbow. The captivity gave me cause for great consternation. I had been there for some weeks now, only to discover that I was now without a wife and had no job as well. This gave me great concern and worry, the more I worried the more hair fell from my body. In the second month of exile I was shocked to learn, looking in the mirror one morning after my bath, that I was totally devoid of hair. This did not however, stop me from my usual ritual of visiting the nude beach. Normally, I take my swim alone. Today I noticed two beautiful women lain bare upon the sandy beach, I took the opportunity to chat with these lovely ladies and admire their nuditity. I strolled to them with confidence and stood unashamedly before them. "Louise, look at the cute bebe. He must be lost, where do you suppose his mother is?" "Gigi look, I think he enjoys our nakedness. That is so cute that he grows excited for us." "Do not tease the poor boy, you will make him cry." Louise said as she pulled me to her naked breast to comfort me. She cradled me in her arms and I did the only thing I could think of at the time, I began to suck on her nipple. "Ooh la la, he must be very hungry. He sucks so hard ooh. Oh my, ooh yes my bebe that's the way ooh. Oh yes my little one, let mama nourish you ooooh yes that's it Cheri." "Louise, let him feed from me also, I too love bebes." These were two hot mamas, if you get my meaning, this was the first time I had shared my love with two Mademoiselles at one time. Louise seemed too be hungry as well, as I fed at Gigi's milkless breast, she fed on my little soldier. I now stared into my new mama's eyes with that look of lust the Tiffany had desired. Louise was now on her knees coaxing me to enter her from the rear, this is the tactic that I had used to conquer Italy. I fit in nicely between the huge cheeks of her bum, and I attacked on my tiptoes like the good soldier that I am. Gigi was not to be denied either, she threw her leg over Louise's back and positioned her hairy pussy in front of my now panting mouth. It was the first time in my life that I was happy to be short in stature. I did not retreat that day, I pressed my attack so many times that they flew the white flag of surrender. Actually I think it was Gigi's bloomers. This arrangement with the two mamas worked to all of our happiness. They assisted me in my escape from the Isle in a bebe buggy. I soon regained control of the Empire, with the confidence given me by my new mamas. My hair was soon to return, but Louise insisted that the body hair remain gone. I too returned the favor and shaved my mamas beautiful pussies. It is so much nicer to kiss the little man in the boat without eating seaweed. I must depart your presence now, it is time for the four o'clock feeding. Au revoir mes ami.