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Jack's Story Ch. 01

By: MormonChicks



A long ways from the end of my career I found myself laid off and looking for any kind of work. I opted to learn the fine art of being a Security Guard. My Mormon Chick co-worker Lori Ann made working for $9.50 per hour seem not all that bad. I couldn't believe my luck.

Lori Ann is a serviceman's wife. Embedded in her is the Mormon belief that a wife is sealed to her husband in heaven for eternity. When Lori Ann's husband decided to reenlist in the Army Reserves for a second term life didn't seem to be headed in the right direction. At age 27 she was hoping life was about to smooth out. 

Her husband made a good salary, but this second tour of duty put him in Afghanistan. Being in a support and supply section didn't put him in a lot of danger. It did take him too many miles away to suit Lori Ann. You could tell she had a chip on her shoulder and even though their Temple marriage ceremony committed them for marriage even in death the man was at the point in Lori Ann's mind that he could just go fuck himself.

I'm what is known in Utah as a "Jack Mormon". That's someone like myself that was born into a Mormon family that is a member of the Mormon Church, but is not actively going to meetings.

This doesn't bother me in the least, but is a strain on my spouse as her family are up for everything the Mormon's offer or demand. They blame everything on me, the evil bastard that is going to apostate hell. An apostate being one that has not lived up to standards or dropped out of the church. Both of those would be me! So, I'll call myself Jack. I'm 50 years old. 

My wife, Mary Beth, had taken a job in retail to help ends meet when my job ended and I ended up in a pretty bleak guard shack guarding the entrance to a commercial area. First of all, security work can suck. Getting the license can be a pain although I found it pretty easy.

After my instructions in the office I was sent to the guard shack for the infamous OJT ... yes, on the job training.

That's how I met Lori Ann. Lori Ann was cute. Petite and dark, you couldn't tell much about her figure in a unisex guard uniform. But, her ass did look good in the pants. Her almost black hair and green eyes made her easy to look at. Even with the man styled uniform shirt you could tell Lori Ann had a trim waist and what looked like nice handful sized tits.

My first day, or should I say night, on the job was when I learned Lori Ann had only been there a couple of weeks when I was sent to her for training to be her partner. Security works that way. People come and go. We were there 11 PM to 7 AM. Good old graveyard shift!

Jumping over the training part, it lasted only two shifts, I was official full time. I learned a little about Lori Ann and with the training done it was time to settle in and find something to do or talk about when no one was at the gate wanting access to the property.

At age 27, Lori Ann had 6 children. She had taken being a Mormon wife seriously. Shut your mouth ... spread your legs! Lori Ann confessed that she loved the idea of dropping the kids at his mom's and coming to work. Just knowing his mom would put the ones in school in the morning that were old enough and be babysitting the younger two while Lori Ann slept was pretty appealing to her.

My worst fear was that my mouth would get me fired ... or sued. Being with Lori Ann would be a challenge to my sexist pig attitude. Not that I am that bad, I was more afraid of the situation when you ask yourself, "Oh shit! Did I say that out loud?"

The first couple of weeks I sat and listened to Lori Ann talk about her family and about growing up in Utah in the Mormon Church. She even talked about some of the Temple rites that they are encouraged not to discuss with outsiders.

There were several times she would get in a position to show the best angle for me to be admiring her figure or bend over so I could admire the shape of her nice tight ass. Some about getting a peek at her LDS Mormon garments seemed extra naughty.

Then out of the blue Lori Ann said she had a leg cramp.

"What can I do to help?"

"If my husband were around he could massage it until it went away, but we all know where he is."

Thinking it might be worth a shot, I offered to try to massage the leg for her.

"Really? I never thought of that. Would you mind?"

"I'd be glad to try to help."

She put her foot up in my lap almost to my crotch. I didn't know shit about what I was doing. But, maybe Lori Ann knew more about what she was doing than I thought. I started to rub her calf muscle.

"Is that better?"

"It is helping some. My pants are loose fitting at the bottom. Try to massage inside the pant leg."

I was up for that. A couple of minutes of hand to skin on this lovely young woman and I was worried that she might see my cock becoming erect in my pants.

I was watching her face. She seemed to be far off somewhere. Was she trying to redirect the pain or was what I was doing to her leg affecting her womanhood. She let out a little grunt and a sigh that made me wonder is she had not just cum from my handiwork. She seemed a little unsettled.

"Oh, that's better. That hit the spot, so to speak."

"Really, I was watching your face and I thought I might be hurting you."

"No, it was just what I needed. I really enjoyed it ... I mean it really seemed to help."

This seemed like some kind of sexual double talk for "Thanks for making me cum, right here in the guard shack."

Maybe a little test was in order. "You never know. The other might cramp. Do you me to do it now?"

Lori Ann blushed deep red. She looked at my eyes and then looked away. It looked like she was trying to crawl backwards in her chair. I thought I had really fucked up. Then she relaxed. She was blushing even a deeper red.

"What did you ask me?"

Shit, this was it. A sexually inappropriate remark. My ass would be fired for sure.

"I asked if you wanted me to do the other leg."

She gave me a look. I knew I was dead. Then she got a goofy little smile on her face. A pickup truck came though our gate just then. I rose to go out to check his gate badge and vehicle sticker. I had seen the guy several times before. The back was empty and all I could see in the cab was his lunch in the seat. I waved him on through.

I stepped back into the booth. Lori Ann had a neutral look on her face. I sat down. She put her foot in my lap. I guess I was surprised.

"What? You thought I would forget?"

"No, I just thought maybe you had changed you mind."

"Hey, it's Saturday afternoon. Traffic is light. We might as well kill the time as best we can."

"Fine with me. Prepare to be thrilled!"

I gave her other leg the same treatment. Again, Lori Ann went to a far off place. There was no longer much doubt that what I was doing to her was sexual in her mind. She scooted a little lower in her chair. I was using both hands to knead and caress her calf muscles. She tensed and seemed to go over the edge.

"Wow, you were tense, huh?"

"Oh, if you could only imagine ..."

"I must be better at that than I thought I could be."

"Yes, you are very good."

There was no way I didn't make her cum. We each sat in our swivel chairs and looked at each other. Lori Ann turned to look out across the compound. I couldn't think of any thing else to say. I had pretty much given up hope on sex at home, yet I just made a 27 year old cum with a leg massage.

Lori Ann would probably think it over and make it my fault some way. Again, even with her in the lead did I make some kind of harassment mistake that would come back to haunt me? The rest of the shift got busy with traffic and it seemed that at least one of us stayed busy with clients passing in or out of the complex. I guess it was a good thing.

That night my wife looked sexier that usual. I knew it was more me than her. I kept getting a hardon thinking about Lori Ann's foot in lap, just inches from my cock in the guard shack. I played some grab ass with my wife. Maybe something at her work had gotten her in the mood.

I ended up between her legs for the first time in a couple of months. She seemed to be extra wet. I went into pretend mode. I was pretending she was Lori Ann. Most of it was a guess, but kissing and biting her nipples became Lori Ann's nipples. My thoughts were of fucking Lori Ann's young pussy. I shot one hell of a load and it was over.

Waking up the Sunday morning I was replaying it all in my head. From hands on Lori Ann's feet and calves to dumping in the big load of cum in my wife. I was hard and my wife was wet. But, wait ... I was hard because of Lori Ann. My wife was just exceedingly wet. We were approaching senior years and I don't remember her getting that wet even in her teen years.

Maybe I should have been paying more attention to her than just the idea of dipping my dick in her. My wife gets off work a full 3 hours earlier than I do on Saturdays. I think I just might have fucked my own wife and gotten my first sloppy seconds. That fucking cunt!

Now I had myself going. I tried to think of someone she worked with that might be the culprit. Then it could be a customer in the store where she works. The only neighbor I've seen her shine up to is her friend's husband. They are an LDS couple. He is the Bishop in this ward. We aren't good practicing Mormons, and even with all their little differences, we get along well with each other. Never doing couple things, but sometimes in the same places at the same time, including visits to each other's houses.

I kind of narrowed it down to someone she met at the store. How would she do that? I could think of a couple of places there where she could fuck a guy. But, more likely, go to his house, or a motel. I didn't want to think of her fucking a stranger in our house.

My mind drifted back to the Bishop. There was a rumor of a young couple seeking his advise when he ended up fucking the wife. But, probably just a rumor. Then again, he did get hands on mine a couple of times right in front of his wife and myself. My wife didn't seem to mind, but his was miffed and the conversation ended pretty abruptly.

My wife was wet. She had to know it. Maybe she didn't think I would notice. Maybe she didn't care. I watched a lot of cum seep out of her after I fucked her. I hadn't noticed that happen before. I was feeling pretty proud of myself at the time about the volume of it all. Now I felt pretty screwed over.

It had to be the fucking Bishop! But, his wife would have had an eye on him Saturday. They seemed like they were always together on weekends. I wanted to eye to eye with the cocksucker, but being Sunday, and him being Mormon, they were pretty much into Church for the most of the day.

Over lunch I decided to pick my wife for information to get a clue about if and who she had cheated on me with.

"I kind of miss out on what goes on around here on Saturday with this new job. What did you do after work?"

"I came home and cleaned up and did some chores."

I let it rest a little while. Then asked her about seeing the Bishop's wife.

"How are you and your little Mormon friend lately? Have you two been up to anything?"

"No, she seems a little distant. I haven't talked to her much since you were with me when we last talked them."

I guess the Bishop's wife did get a little pissed and didn't approve of him putting his hands on my wife.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just wondered. I hadn't seen her around much lately. You two were pretty good friends there for while."

"I don't think she was even around this weekend. She's been out of town helping her brother and sister do some work on their house."

Halfway through that she really hesitated. Either she was guessing I was fishing for information or realized it was a stupid thing to let me know about. Along with that she got real nervous like she had just been caught doing something wrong.

I don't usually just blurt something out, but I did ...

"What's it like to fuck the Bishop?"

"What?"

"I think you heard me. You hadn't had sex with me in a couple of months. Then one weekend his wife is out of town and you get home hours before me. You finally let me fuck you and you seem to be full of some other man's cum. What was that? Some kind of cheap thrill for you and you didn't think I'd notice?"

"Maybe I was masturbating right before you came home."

"Right! And, maybe I'll shit a clown suit out my ass and drive around in a little car squirting water on people from a flower on my lapel."

"What's got into you?"

"The question isn't what's got into me, but who got into you. All signs point to you fucked the Bishop."

She sat down and cried. Then sobbed. Then walked out of the room, got in her car and drove away.

I had a 3 PM shift. She didn't come back before I had to leave for work. I was in a sullen mood when I got there. Even seeing Lori Ann didn't help me any. Just the day before the highlight of my life that had been crumbling around me had been those few minutes when I caressed her calves. Well, massaged her calves. I was feeling guilty about touching another woman. When, instead, I must have caught that my wife was screwing another man.

The day seemed to go a little slow. Sunday's aren't big traffic days with most people not working that day. I wanted to get home to see if my wife was going to be there. Lori Ann didn't have to be a rocket scientist to see something was wrong.

"Jack, you don't seem like yourself today. I'm sorry if I should not have let you massage leg yesterday. I thought we were having fun."

"It's not that. I wouldn't undo what we did for anything."

"Don't tell me you are having woman troubles at home. You didn't tell her I let you have your hands on me, did you?"

"It's not anything I could discuss with you."

"Maybe you can. You seem to need someone to talk to. With my husband overseas I'm kind of on my own here, too. How about we make a deal? If there is something either of us wants to talk about it stays between us. Neither of us can be offended and only one has to say stop to end the conversation."

"Do you think that would work out?"

"I don't know, but it might be a way for me to find out what is wrong. It appears to be a pretty interesting story. Go ahead, I'd love to hear it. Then I'll tell you about one of mine."

She was giving me a helpful smile and her eyes were twinkling with pinpoints of light.

"Okay, I think my wife cheated on me. I went home feeling guilty about what we did and think I caught her in a condition that indicated she had sex with someone not long before I got home."

"You mean somewhere below the waist you noticed something that made you suspicious?"

"Uh, ... yes!"

"You caught her with some other guys load in her vagina?"

"Good God, Lori Ann! Yes, but could you be a little less graphic?"

"Can we talk to each other about our problems, or not?"

"Sure ..."

"So, what were you doing messing around down there? Did I get you all worked up."

"What do you think?"

"I think I got you all aroused and you tried to go home and stick it in your old lady. Any port in a storm. Are you one of those guys? Get a stiff dick and expect the wife to fix it for you?"

"It had been a couple of months and she seemed more than willing. I don't know if she thought I couldn't tell or wanted to see what I would do."

"Jack, I don't think she would expect you to not notice she had a sloppy pussy. She was wanting to see if she could get away with something.

We got busy again and never got back to the conversation. I'd watch Lori Ann work when she was outside and I was in the shack. She was cute and her legs were a little thin. This really showcased her tight little ass. I got to wondering if she was a cheating wife, too.

Mostly I was having quiet thoughts about my own wife. Did she really cheat? If not, why did she run off in the car? Would she be home when I got there? If she took off, how would I get the car back? What would divorce be like? Not that I was much of a prize any more. Although I didn't expect to be a security guard the rest of my life. I didn't ever expect to be one now, yet here I am.

Then there's the God damned Bishop. My wife and I aren't good Mormon's and stay clear of their influences. The Bishop has a good government job and great house. My life kind of sucks. He wields power in his ward with lots of people answering to him. Why and how would my wife end up fucking him?

What about my wife? If Mary Beth did fuck some other guy would it ruin our marriage? Hell, maybe I've missed some clues in the past. Maybe she is a cum dripping harlot and I just didn't know it. That thought and the fact that I just got sloppy seconds seemed all wrong. On the other hand, how many wives do cheat on their marriage? Is that something a man can accept and go on with life? I don't think I am one of them.

"Hey, why are you are grumpy and sad?" I hadn't even noticed Lori Ann back in the booth. "Looks like it is slowing down a little bit again. Kind of busy for a Sunday."

"Sorry, wouldn't you be a little grumpy and sad if it was your husband cheating in you?"

"Don't think that hasn't happened. I just know he nailed the woman that lives in the house on the street directly behind us a few years ago."

"Didn't you do anything about it?"

"I have 6 kids. Where am I going to go? It ended after several months when her husband got wise and moved her out of the neighborhood. Our kids played together a lot. One day my husband mentioned how nice it would be if we had a gate between our backyards. Her husband helped him put it in. That's not all he put in. The slut and my husband used the gate more than the kids did."

"How did you justify him doing that?"

"It was just sex. He was 24 years old and she was at least ten years older. I guess some people are just going to do it. It didn't hurt me, maybe bothered me a lot, but in the end didn't hurt me. I had 5 kids and another on the way. I was glad he was climbing atop someone else."

"And, that was it? You went on? Did he cheat again?"

"I think he is screwing an 19 year old new recruit. There's not much way of stopping them unless the military catches them and runs their asses out."

"You are alright with that?"

"No, but Mormon marriages are no longer lasting than any others. Above 50% divorce even after all the commitment to God and each other in the marriage ritual. Maybe committed for eternity, but willing to screw someone else in a heartbeat."

"That's a scary figure." 

"You need to consider the odds. In half of all marriages they fail it's because someone got caught screwing around. Then figure another 10% have an affair and the marriage stays together. On top of that there has to be another 10 to 20% that didn't get caught. So, three out of four marriages have someone cheating on a spouse."

"How about yourself?" I asked. "Are you still in the 25%, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'll say I haven't. But, I won't say that I wouldn't. Of course, a lady never tells. I guess you are one of us that's never strayed."

"Except for massaging one individual young lady's leg cramp."

"Glad you mentioned that. I'm still having a little trouble with it."

"It is kind a quiet. Want me to see if I can help?"

"Sure." 

Lori Ann slipped off her shoe and put the heal of her foot in my lap about an inch from my cock. I rubbed her foot a few moments and then put my hands inside the cuff of her pant leg. The nice thing about the men's style trousers was that I could work both hands on her calf. Lori Ann reached down and pulled the material up above her knee.

"Oh, that's good. Just keep doing what you are doing."

It was like the day before all over again. She was kind of limp, then tense. Her face was telling a story that she did not want told. If what I was doing wasn't making her cum it was making her want to. She was down in the seat a little bit. Her other leg away a bit to the side. I could see where her pussy was at the crotch of the pants. My stare had dropped there and remained until she wiggled and broke my attention.


Jack's Story Ch. 01



"What's wrong? Is the other leg cramping now?" I knew she caught me looking.

"No, it's kind of odd ... my thigh feels like it is starting to cramp a little."

"Really? You mean here?" 

I slid my right hand up the outside past her knee running into her Mormon garment on the way. I tried to get my fingers inside the hem. There wasn't enough room. I kept my hand between the garment and her pants. It was hard to do a massage when the fabric wanted to slide under my fingers. I had kept my eyes on her face.

"Does that feel better?"

"Actually it is the inside of my thigh. You need to move to the inside."

I guess I got caught by surprise by that. I put my left hand up her pant leg and the right one outside. The garment was still in my way. I started to do the best that I could. Lori Ann started to drift back into thought. Again, her facial expression telling on her. I wanted to slide my hand and grab her cunt with my fingers. I decided to play it safe.

Lori Ann was starting some little moans. I could she her moving her ass a little in the chair. As I massaged her thigh I thought she was rocking her pelvis a little. If I could make her cum like this she probably could not hide it.

"Are you doing okay?" I asked.

Lori Ann was slow to answer.

"The cramp is a little higher. Would you mind?"

"Let me see what I can do."

I was working my hand up the inside of her thigh, taking my time. In a couple of minutes I could have the edge of my hand against her pussy. About two inches away Lori Ann looking at me with a blissful look and spoke to stop me.

"That is the spot right there."

I took what I could get. I stayed in that spot. Lori Ann was a woman on a tightrope. Her eyes and her pussy were saying "go ahead" while her mouth was saying "stop". I had to listen to her words. I still think I made her cum. As she looked up she looked over my shoulder at something.

"Party's over. Here comes old Clint."

Clint was damned near eighty years old. His wife had been dead for years. Like most old people he couldn't stand to be late. Every shift change he would be 15 to 30 minutes early. This time it was twenty. I wish I had ten more minutes with my hand near Lori Ann's crotch.

Lori Ann stood up and smoothed down her pants leg. She looked at her image off the window and she flicked at her hair.

"Do I look okay."

"Sure. Fine."

Really she looked like she was coming down from a good fuck. Here's hoping Clint wouldn't notice.

Right on the hour Marie came in for her shift. We left her and Clint in the shack. As we said goodbye Marie gave Lori Ann a strange look and then looked quickly to me and then back to Lori Ann. Our cars were parked side by side. At the back of them Lori Ann stood about 5 feet from me.

"You know, what we did, some people would call cheating. I think Marie thinks something is up."

"It was fun for me." I offered.

"Oh, it was really fun for me." Lori Ann almost giggled. See you Wednesday." Our days off were Monday and Tuesday.

It was time to go home to face my wife. If she was there. I waited in the dark after I got home. I decided she probably wasn't coming. I walked down the street to the Bishop's house hoping to see him and his wife through a window or something. No one was home. I stood there about twenty minutes just looking at the bastard's house. His car appeared coming up the street and he parked in the driveway. His wife was not with him. I walked home and no sooner did I get in the door that my wife pulled her car into the garage.

I could tell she had been crying again. She also smelled like she just got fucked and didn't get a chance to shower. Maybe they met somewhere or fucked in the car. She walked straight into the bedroom, went into the bath and started the shower. I slipped out to the garage to look for clues of her infidelity in the car. I found myself smelling the seat.

When I went back inside she was still in the shower. I looked, but didn't see her panties on the floor with her clothes. Either she hid them or wasn't wearing any. My wife fucking some other guy is something my brain really hadn't dealt with. I thought of what Lori Ann had said about the 75% of marriages where someone fools around.

I didn't want to think she was fucking the Bishop. We often talked about how we could never be strict Mormon and about some of the things that bothered us about them. The idea of her letting him fuck her just didn't seem like something she would do. Then her with any other man's balls slapping her ass was something I thought would never happen to us.

She came into the bedroom naked. Her nipples looked like they and been aroused and roughened. I looked at her bush and could see her cunt lips. The outer ones looked puffy and the inner ones hanging lower that the outer ones. They seem to glisten.

"How was work for you today?" I was surprised that she spoke.

"Fine, I guess. About the same as yesterday."

She turned around like she had done hundreds of times before to get her gown from her bottom dresser drawer. I had often stared at her womanhood when she had done this. This time my gaze was even more intense. Her pussy didn't look like it had been abused or stretched. Still the lips seemed swollen more like not long after we had sex.

I tried to notice a little bit of sperm dribble out or it gaping open a bit as a clue. It did seem damp in the center, but that could be her natural juices ... or it could be the remains of a huge load of cum, earlier squirted at her cervix. She turned to face me, raising her arms and dropping the gown over her shoulders, to slide past her tits and stop half way between her pussy and her knees.

She took a pair of panties from the upper drawer and stepped into them. As she lifted a leg I thought I saw what could have been sperm just inside her cunt lips. She pulled her panties up and walked towards the bed. There was a dark feeling in the air. I didn't offer to say anything and their wasn't anything she was going to say to make me feel better or be any less suspicious.

Once in bed I lay there quietly. There weren't many nights we went to bed and not kissed goodnight. From in the dark I heard my wife speak.

"This has been an awful couple of days."

"I'm not so sure it was as awful for you as it has been for me."

It was quiet for a while until she spoke again.

"Would you make love to me?"

She had to be shitting me. After what appears to be her infidelity she thinks I'm going to fuck her? Almost thirty years of marriage was on the line. She had been sixteen when I married her. I was twenty. Guys go to jail for that age difference, but we were in love. Her mother was divorced and the dad was no where in the picture. It was one less mouth to feed. Her mother signed her consent and we were married.

Our first time was her first time. I'd had experience with a girl we all called Slutty Sally and a woman that was five years my senior that I worked with before our marriage . I've always loved my wife and to have her cheat on me now was terrifying. Throw in the idea that in might be the Bishop she let fuck her and it was devastating. 

Our conversations always went to the effect of "Those fucking Mormons" to what seems to be her "Fucking those Mormons." Still I laid there and had to think about her tight little pussy and what it must be like for her to let another man fuck her. Maybe she decided it was time to move up. The Bishop had a good job and a nice house. If he could ditch his wife mine would probably move right in.

"Well? Are you just going to lie there or can we make love?

My dick had started to stiffen when I thought about the other man fucking her. Maybe I was wrong about it all and owed her an apology for the way I acted and what I said.

I was already on my back, wearing just a T-Shirt and boxers. I always slept that way. There was enough light in the room she had to see my dick starting to poke into the air. I wasn't sure what I would do if she grabbed it. After a few minutes she was hovering her face over it, looking at it.

Fuck it anyway! What was she doing? ... Comparing me to the other guy?

"You are stubborn, aren't you? She lowered her face and took my cock in her mouth. No hand, no stroking it, just took it into her mouth and start to work it with her tongue.

In almost thirty years of marriage I don't think she had my cock in her mouth a dozen times. And, never without me hinting and begging and her when she'd be in an awfully compliant mood. Now she was swirling her tongue around its head and starting to bob up and down on it. She stopped and pulled her mouth off me to speak.

"Is that pretty good?"

"Really good! What's the deal?"

"It was something I wanted to do? Now will you make love to me?"

I really wanted to see where the blowjob was going. She never had sucked my cock long enough to get me to cum. I wanted her to gag on my sperm as I flooded her mouth with it. Yet, the way she asked me to make love to her made it sound all so special. She rolled on her back and I got between her legs. I'd always aimed in the general direction of her outer lips and she would reach a hand down to guide me. Grabbing it by the shaft and rubbing the head against her slit to lube the end.

This time I found myself thrusting my pecker in the air.

"Aren't you going to help me?"

My wife giggled a bit, "Oh, I'm sure you'll find it."

It was there alright! I hunched down a little and jabbed into her crotch. When I felt the edge of her slit with the end of it I redirected slightly and put the head right in. Always in the past she would hold it as the head went in and we would do some short strokes until the wetness from inside coated the first couple of inches of my cock.

Not this time. The wetness was right there. There wasn't any battle. I just pushed right in and slid right in to the balls. I kept buried and did little nudges before beginning long and slow strokes. Some other guy had to have recently fucked her. She was so wet and so slick and even felt like her cunt was hotter. The extra wetness swirling around the head of my prick as I pumped it in and out of her was like fucking and getting a blow job all at the same time.

My wife seemed pleased with herself. Lying there fucking back at me she had a look of passion and smugness on her face.

"You seem to be enjoying my wet little pussy. It seems to be nice and tight, not to big or too deep?"

Not that I didn't know where this was going, "No, it's really good and really slick."

"Good, then I don't want any more yelling at me."

I pretty much got what she said. I think she told me she fucked some guy, but wasn't going to admit it. I didn't really care. This was really good and I was trying to find a way to get my balls in her, too.

She wrapped legs up over my back and arched her cunt up to me. I felt like I was in deeper in her than I had ever been. We just fucked the hell out of each other for about two minutes. She screamed and I dumped the whole load inside her.

We laid together like that. Her legs still around me. That whole deal with the legs was something new. I looked into her eyes. She wouldn't quit smiling at me. I was thinking that this had been pretty great. I still wanted to know who fucked her because it was pretty obvious that someone had gotten to her before she came home.

She put her legs down and I got up to go the bathroom to try to take a piss and wash off my cock. I've gone to sleep with her pussy juices on me many times, but wasn't about to doze off with some guy's cum stuck to my balls. She stayed on the bed, making no effort to get up or clean up.

"Are you good there for the night?" I motioned towards her messy pussy.

"I'm good. Look at me down there."

I stepped over and looked. There was a huge pool of cum just inside her pussy. More than I have even done in my memory. I little bit was running down the crack of her ass.

"What are you going to do with that?" I asked.

"Oh, I'll keep it inside me for a while." She pulled her knees to her chest and all that cum went back inside her.

"You missed a little." I took my finger and nudged it up into her open pussy. I stood there staring at her cunt. It didn't look any different than ever. Except that it just kind of inhaled a big dose of sperm. Even the little glob I had pushed inside her had slid on into her depths and out of sight.

She was the same woman I married. Her pussy was all pink and wet inside. Just this time I guess I was sharing and working its way to her womb was sperm from two of us. Good thing she was on the pill. Well, I guess she is still on the pill. I really hadn't noticed if the dispenser they came in was still in the bathroom vanity drawer.

I was ready to sleep. Maybe shake it all out in my head tomorrow. Next to me, Mary Beth had brought her knees down, but had her pussy mound rocked into the air in kind of an unnatural manner trying to hold in the seed. We had always used a pillow under her ass to get the best angle for me fucking her. This left her with her snatch elevated.

"Aren't you afraid you are going to lose the little swimmers when you go to sleep?"

"You go on to sleep. I'm going to lay here like this for a little while. If I make a mess I'm the one that changes the sheets and I'll have to shower before work anyway."

When I woke up she had already gone to work. I laid there a minute before what had happened raced back into my mind. I looked at her side of the bed. The sheets were clean and dry. Maybe a couple of dried specks, but nothing like the cum that was in her when I went to sleep.

I went into the bathroom to take a piss. There was a note stuck to the mirror. There had never been a note on the mirror. It was her handwriting, "I made it thru the night and didn't spill a drop." Then a big heart shaped happy face for a signature. That little slut.

I looked in her vanity drawer. No birth control pills. I checked the rest of the drawers in the vanity and then checked her dresser. Even the shelf on her side of the closet. I checked the kitchen drawers and by the sink. She spent the night with a load of sperm against her cervix and I can't find any birth control.

Let's hope it's not her fertile cycle. Why would she do that at age 46? Risk getting pregnant like that? And, the chances are that the other guy's sperm knocked her up because they got there first.

My day was spent doing errands. It was my day off. When she came home there was no mention of sex and everything seemed normal.

"I read your little note."

"Yeah, how about that? I figured I'd wake up with cum all over me."

"To me it was something you would never do."

"I know ... but it was fun!"

From my point of view I was ready to fuck her again. She didn't show any interest. I thought about her overflow cunt the rest of the evening. She dressed and went to work again the next morning. I tried to stay busy the rest of the day. When she came home we had a regular night of it. No signs of interest in sex from my wife. She had me wanting it.

Wednesday had me back at work with Lori Ann. Wow, had my life changed since I last saw her. We got checked in and the other guards left.



Jack's Story Ch. 02



Wednesday had me back at work with Lori Ann. Wow, had my life changed since I last saw her. We got checked in and the other guards left.

"How was your weekend?" She asked. 

Our weekends are on Monday & Tuesday.

"Pretty good. Some ups and downs. But, with some surprises."

"Not for me. I either work, sleep, or have the kids to watch. There is never a moment for just me. Then I talked to my husband in video chat from overseas. That little blonde clerk he seems to like was standing off behind him watching every word that was said. I'd like to have the little cunt killed."

"That sounds a little harsh!"

"Not to me!" Lori Ann reached out and put her hand on my shoulder. She had never done anything like that. She even stepped in another half step and grinned up at me.

"You're evil!"

"No, maybe I just have evil thoughts." She laughed.

She kind of had me with my mouth open. Between her using the word "cunt" and few minutes ago, touching me, and now hinting about thinking evil thoughts seemed really un-Mormon to me.

Lori Ann sat on the counter and I sat back in my chair. A truck came in and we got busy for a while after that. A couple of hours later it was just us again. I waited for her to start a conversation. I was lost in thought with images of my wife with whoever this guy might be. Thinking of her spending the night full of his sperm kept coming forefront in my mind.

"My thigh bothered me a couple of times while we were off."

"Is it trying to cramp now?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Want me to help?"

"Sure!" Lori Ann pulled of the right shoe and put her foot in my lap. I pushed her pant leg up to her knee and started working briefly with her foot. She moved around to indicate she wanted my hands a little further up. I massaged her calf just a bit and slid my hand past her knee.

When I thought my fingers would run into her garment it wasn't where I expected it to be. I kept both hands inside her pants and massaged the lower third of her thigh. Lori Ann was getting all goofy acting and scooted down in her chair towards me. This put her foot on my cock. I was praying it would stay down and not embarrass me.

I moved my hands up to mid-thigh and kept working the muscle there. I didn't know shit about massage and don't think Lori Ann cared. I had my hand almost to her crotch when she stopped me with her hand.

"What happened to our little garment friend? I asked. "I don't feel your Mormon shield."

"I'll tell you what happened. That little slut in my husband's unit happened. We went through this once when he cheated on me and I'm sure he is fucking this little cunt. Meanwhile I am stuck here working this shit job and taking care of his kids while we miss the full income of his regular job."

I was hoping she didn't take the anger out on me. I didn't now what to say. She had used the "Cunt" word again and this time added "fucking". Definitely unexpected. I assumed she decided to dump the Mormon garment and it's sign of fidelity since her old man wasn't keeping his side of the deal. It seemed like the only sane thing for me to do was to keep up my massage.

What I ended up with was a hard stare from Lori Ann. I was afraid to stop moving my hands up and down her thigh. Her expression softened a little bit. I returned my attention to where I was just stopped by her a few moments before. She relaxed and her breath started coming more in a gasp and whimper. My left hand was about three inches from touching her pussy. I moved it up slowly until I could feel panty material against my knuckle on my little finger.

"Go ahead and touch my pussy." It came from almost under her breath. I could barely understand what she said.

"Are you sure?"

"After ten years of marriage and six children that cocksucker is not going to treat me like that. No man has every touched me sexually other than him."

I slid my little finger over her panties and ruffled across her pubic hair.

"No ... touch my pussy ... "

My finger hooked under the elastic at the leg hole and touched her pussy hair. I moved it around until until I felt her slit. It was damp. I took my fingers out of the leg and put my hand down the front of her panties. From my angle and the fabric of the pants restricting me I used my left thumb to rub across her cunt. My thumb found her clit and she leaned back and arched her back.

I wanted my tongue there, but that couldn't happen in the guard shack. And, this may be my only chance. She was really reacting to her clit being rubbed. I rubbed wider and got my thumb pushing into her cunt opening.

"If he likes little whores and sluts I'll give him one. Fuck my hot little cunt with your thumb."

I heard her that time. I went at it. She had herself so wet I had no problem finger, excuse me, thumb fucking her. Little squishy noises were coming from inside her as I stroked in and out. Then we hit the big time. Lori Ann tried to bite her lip, but screamed anyway as she rocked hard down on my hand and thumb. She beat on my shoulders. She started kissing me and tried to swallow my tongue.

"Oh, fuck. Why did I let you do that to me?"

"I thought you wanted me to do that to you?"

"Oh, I did. I needed someone so badly."

"I did what I could."

"Oh, shit. I came big time, didn't I?

A couple of trucks were heading towards our gate. Lori Ann tidied up the best she could and got her clothes straightened. I was pretty well all set unless someone questioned why I was sucking my thumb. The girl had a good taste about her.

As good as she tasted the shack smelled like pussy for about an hour. True to schedule, old Clint came in a half an hour way too soon. Out at the cars we kept a respectable distance.

"Don't think you'll get away with doing that just once."

"Don't think I let you get away with you letting me do that just once."

"See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

When I got home at 8:30 my wife had a dinner ready for me. Usually it was pizza or hamburgers, but I got a real meal. We spent the evening together without a mention of sex. She did act a little more like she was interested though. It had been her day off. I had no idea what she had done and she didn't bring it up.

I was more interested in getting back to Lori Ann. Mostly to see if I was in deep shit, in heaven, or somewhere in between. We arrived to work at the shack at almost the same time. I waited in my car for her to get out, then joined her. We clocked in and waited for the early guards to check out and leave.

"How do you feel about yesterday?" Lori Ann seemed bubbly.

"I liked work yesterday."

"Me, too."

We clocked into the shack. We had vehicles lined up at the gate from the beginning and didn't get much slack during the rest of the shift. Then our supervisor came and stayed with us a couple of hours. That was kind of freaky. He had me wondering if maybe there was a camera somewhere I didn't know about. Nothing odd was mentioned so I guess Lori Ann and I still had jobs and were okay.

By the time he left we were busy the rest of the afternoon. It was almost time to go home when old Clint showed up about five minutes before crew change. He had to drive out of his way to get around an accident and was really nervous he would be late.

"Now you know why I always get here early." He reminded us.

"Thanks, Clint. See you tomorrow." I waved and headed to my car.

Lori Ann slowed for me to catch up.

"I got about worked up as much thinking about it as I would getting that thigh massage."

"Maybe tomorrow."

"Okay, we'll try. You owe me one!"

I wish I knew if she was a tease or wanted it to go further as we went along. When I got home my wife was already in her nightgown. She had brought me a couple of burgers, admitting she just got home herself. By 9 PM she suggested that I might want to take a shower. Something must be up.

When I got out of the shower she was standing at the foot of the bed naked. I had just reached for the towel to dry off.

"Do I look any different to you?"

Well she was naked, so the only thing that could be different would be her hair. It hadn't changed so I felt safe to answer.

"No, I don't think so. You look the same to me ... you look great."

She turned around and bent over the bed, bending from the waist and putting her cunt in full view.

"How about now?"

"No, still looking good."

Turning back around she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her thighs and really let it open up her pussy slit.

"How about this. Look the same?"

I couldn't figure out what I missed. There wasn't a tattoo hidden in her bush or any kind of piercing, of which I would have hated with a passion.

"No, you look exactly the same. I can't see anything any different about you."

"I didn't think you could." She moved up to put her head on the pillow and again spread herself wide open. "I'll just wait for you here until you are ready."

With the show going on I had a rock hard boner before I got dried off. I went onto the bed and got between her legs. I looked at her open cunt and gave a thought about how I had loved to eat her out. Yet, right at the bottom of her slit there seemed to be some pearl colored moisture.

I moved up and like a couple of nights before, I poked at her snatch with the head of my dick. I don't know why I had always let her guide me. I just nuzzled the head between her outer lips and the head popped right through. A few easy strokes and I was all in. Making short strokes I could feel the fluids washing around the head of my cock. Her cunt was soaking wet inside.

There wasn't any doubt in my mind that she had just fucked the other guy and was giving me sloppy seconds ... again. It was different. Different in a good way. It wasn't sloppy. Just super slick. Her cunt walls still gripped my cock like always before. Just this time was different. Different, I hate to admit, in a better way. She was a better fuck if I wasn't first to get my load in there.

My wife was really in to it. Moan and groaning, begging me to fuck her, and fuck her harder. She came a couple of times with me fucking her. Who knows how many times with the first man in her tonight.

"Oh, I really love that?"

"Love what?"

"I love you fucking me that way. Do you like it?"

I did. I, also, realized she was getting a kick out of fucking some other guy before fucking me and not letting on that she was swimming in sperm inside and thinking I wouldn't notice. I didn't care. It was kind of exciting. I was getting a lot more pussy than I had been. To go along with that my wife had not been that hot for fucking in a long time. My thoughts on the whole thing was when did she starting screwing around on me? I needed to answer her question.

"I do like it. You make it really special."

"Would you say it is better than when we used to do it?"

"Yes, it is better. You get so much wetter now." I tried to cast a little bait with my comment.

"Oh, I'm a lot wetter in there now compared to then." My wife laughed really hard. Getting her thoughts back to me plunging into her twat she got to humping back on my dick like her life depended on it.

I got into it, too. She would move so I could feel my cock hitting the end of her vagina. Whomever she was fucking apparently didn't have a dick any or much bigger than my own. I was relieved to know that. We both started to cum at the same time. I added my load to her slippery gash and held myself buried inside her. My seed mixing with that of her lover.

Again this time she wanted to remain in the bed with her cum filled pussy. Again, I looked at her wet hole and took my finger and pushed some inside her that had trickled out. Again, I watched the original puddle slip back inside her as she thrust he hips to were her cunt lips were almost straight up. The last little drip I had guided into her went out of site into her pinkness. 

I went to the bathroom to clean up. When I came out she was still laying with her pussy rocked upward.

"Can I get you a washcloth so you can clean yourself up?"

"No, I think I'll stay like this for a while. If you want to watch TV go head. I may come sit with you later."

I was kind of tired. Maybe if I went to bed I can see how long she would lay like that. I hope at her age she isn't hoping that either my seed or this other guy she fucked would get her pregnant. I don't care which of us knocked her up. If she has a baby from this I'm putting her on the street where she belongs.

I got in bed and kissed her goodnight. I got a mouth full of tongue and a kiss that told me she would have another go if I was up to it. I played with her nipples. Within seconds they were sticking up hard like marbles. I ran my hand over her pussy expecting it to be slick from leaking cum. There wasn't a bit. She still had it all inside her.

After a couple of feels I laid on my side and pretended I was ready to go to sleep. About ten minutes later I heard her whisper.

"Are you asleep yet?'

"No, not really. Almost through." I lied. "What's up?"

"I've decided to shave my pussy!"

"You mean now?"

"No, I think I'll do it in the morning when I shower before going to work."

"Okay. I remember when we were younger I wanted you to shave your pussy and you wouldn't do it."

"Well, now I've decided that I want to shave it. It's my idea. My pussy. I'll do what I want with it!"

Boy I'll say she is doing what she wants with it. If she's decide on her own to let someone else fuck her I'm sure shaving her pussy wouldn't be up for discussion. I won't let on, I love her pussy hair, but the idea of seeing it naked was getting me hard.

The next morning I woke with her still in bed, her ass still in such a position as to elevate her cunt hole. I did an half roll and said good morning. I went right to her snatch with my hand.

"Whoa! No sticky cum this morning on you or the bed. Did you wash up after I went to sleep?"

"What I did was lay here and feel it all pool at at my cervix, then on into me. I think I got all of it to seep into my womb. I like the way it feels. All warm and slippery and knowing I must have a billion sperm deep inside me."

"Are you trying to get pregnant at our age?"

"You don't pay attention, do you? I'm done having babies. I'm forty-six. I haven't had a period in over a year!"

"Oh, I wondered why I it hadn't been mentioned in quite a while." 

That was a relief. I won't have a kid that looks like the Bishop or some other stranger.

She went into the bathroom while I continued to lay in the bed. I heard the sound of scissors snipping. She was doing it. She was trimming her pussy to make it easier to shave. I could see her stooped over, her back to me, her right elbow moving around to work the scissors. 

My wife got into the shower without even a glance to me. I could see a pile of the pussy hair where she had pushed it into a pile on the countertop. I went to the doorway of the bathroom to look at it. I had liked the look of her bush for thirty years and here was the most of it neatly gathered. I could see her movements though the shower door glass. I was soon to have a wife with a bald pussy.

She came out of the shower drying off with the towel. I had never left the doorway.

"How do it go?" 

She looked up quickly, not expecting me to be standing there.

"Oh, pretty good I think." 

She moved the towel to show me her handiwork. She had done it. Shaved every bit of it. It look like a little girl's pussy on a full grown woman.

"Looks nice. Really sexy!"

I probably would have knocked her over and buried my face in her cunt had we not just had the conversation about the billion sperm inside her. She put on her bra and slip and reached into the closet for the dress she would wear that day. She dropped it over her shoulders and let it fall into place.

As we started out of the room I nodded towards the clean panties she taken from her dresser, but had left on the bed.

"Do you think you'll need those?"

"Oh, maybe. I still have all that sperm inside that may try to get out. I can put them on if I feel a trickle."

She put her panties on the kitchen table while she put on her make up. I made her a couple of toaster waffles for breakfast. All ready to go, she started out, leaving the panties still by her plate.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh, God! Honey thanks. I love you!" 

She gave me a lingering kiss and turned to leave.

"Hey, don't I even get to check out the new look down there?"

"Oh, sure, grab a feel."

She lifted her dress, exposing her bare cunt lips, slightly parted in the middle. I ran a finger across her slit and cupped the smooth softness of her pussy mound in my hand. She dropped her dress back down and left to get into her car. Very hard to believe that was my wife. She waved with her panties in her hand as she started backing out of the driveway.

I always enjoyed her company, but this was just God Damned outrageous. I loved it. I didn't care who it was that was fucking her. This was absolutely fun! I picked the newspaper up from the yard and went back into the house.

My mind wasn't on the news as the idea of Mary Beth going to work with her nothing under her dress and a cum load from two of us buried, I guess, in her womb. I got a little tickled at the idea of some sperm leaking out and someone slipping on it, causing a fall at the store.

It was back to work day. I thought of Mary Beth the most of the morning as I loafed around and prepared to be on shift at noon. On the way to the shack I wondered if Lori Ann would be up to another leg massage if time permitted. I was a little bit early and Lori Ann was already there. The crew from the earlier shift had gone, leaving us alone.

"I thought of you while we were off. I worried what I would do if I got another thigh cramp."

"Really? I thought about your thighs." I teased.

"It's not funny. Actually my thigh a little sore now."

"I don't see any traffic. How about I massage it now?"

I was all for it. Lori Ann took off her shoe and put her foot in my lap like she had done before. I massaged her foot a little and then moved to her calf.

"I didn't tell you my leg was sore. It's my thigh!" She pointed about 4 inches below her pussy.

Working my way up her bare thigh I was glad she wasn't wearing her garment. Even a better surprise, she had her legs open and no panties. Without yet even a kiss between us I slipped my thumb into her open cunt. The girl was wet.

"Ahh, that's what I've needed so much. Finger fuck me. Make me cum!"

Lucky for her, no vehicles approached the shack. I made her cum on my hand three times. I don't know what she considered cheating on her husband, but to me it looked like she was well on her way to getting even.

"Oh, shit. You made me so wet. Hand me a couple of those paper towels."

"I have a better idea ... "

"What kind of an idea?"

"You'll have to lower your pants a little to find out."

"Really? I'm not sure I can let you do that. Not here. My husband hasn't even done that it years."

"It would only be fair ... after all ... " I motioned to her crotch."

"I don't think we should."

"Just let me get down there. Let me give it a kiss and get a taste of it. Then all you have to do is say stop."

Lori looked around the yard area. "I can't believe I'm doing this!'

She dropped her pants to the floor, moving her knees apart to give me good access. I looked at her hairy cunt. Her juices were leaking out of her pussy. I stuck my tongue in her slit and licked upward. Then gave it the kiss. She smelled and tasted really good. I wanted more. She didn't say stop and I wasn't going to stop anyway.

Her bush got my first attention. I sucked on the hair and stripped her girl cum off it. Then I went to her slit and began to scoop out the wetness with my tongue. She was moaning and rocking her cunt at my face while making little moaning sounds.




Jack's Story Ch. 02



"Oh, fuck. Eat my fucking cunt!"

So much for being the loyal Mormon wife. I sucked on the lips from one side of her pussy and then the other, quickly moving up to nip her clit and sucked it between my lips. Lori Ann started cumming. Cumming a lot. I hope she was watching for anyone on the lot, but really didn't give a fuck if someone did come up on us or not.

By then I had to get my tongue back in her hairy little gash to get the next load of her cum that was gushing out of her.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop it!"

I thought someone was about to catch us. Instead she had all she could take and was really out of control. I had her convulsing and gasping for breath. Definitely not a good time if someone had driven up.

"Jesus Christ! What did you do to me? I've never cum like that!" She pulled up her pants and fastened them.

"I told you I was going to clean you up. I didn't hear you say stop."

"After your tongue went in me I didn't want you to stop."

"You really taste good."

"I can't believe you even sucked my cum from my pussy hair."

My thoughts went back to Mary Beth shaving her pussy that morning and going off to work bare assed naked under her dress. I wondered what she was doing now. I got my mind back on track and answered Lori Ann.

"I guess you could shave it. It would make it easier for me to clean. I could just lick your smooth pussy to clean you up. I could spend more time getting my tongue inside."

"Why, you evil man. How can you talk to a lady in such a way?"

It was still just the two of us. No one was in sight. I'd like to have played with her tits. Hell, I really wanted to fuck her! It didn't seem like that was going to happen. Not today anyway. Maybe she wanted to justify cheating on her husband in her own mind. Depending on what she considered faithful, she really hadn't screwed another man ... yet.

It was sure the next seven hours or so wouldn't go so well as the first hour had gone. Vehicles did start coming in and it got real steady. Before we knew it Old Clint was parking by the building. It was almost time to go home.

Once arriving home it was good to see that Mary Beth was waiting for me. She was still wearing the dress she wore to work. I kissed and hugged her hello. She buried her tongue in my mouth. I put my hand under the skirt of her dress and went to reach between her legs to touch her shaved pussy. She was wearing her panties.

"Oh, we have our panties on, do we? Did your sperms finally start to leak out?"

"No, not exactly. I got a refill! As far as I know the others are still deep up inside me."

"What do you mean a refill?"

"Okay, you know you've been getting seconds. I am so wet when we have sex. We agreed that my pussy isn't any different from me fucking another man. Just that his cum makes me wetter and hornier. I think we agreed it was good for both of us. I just haven't mentioned it directly or said anything about who the other man is."

"So, who is the other man?"

"I'm not going to tell you that. Today was something new. The regional store director comes in every couple of weeks and checks on the three stores in this area. He stays overnight. Every time he sees me he hits on me and make little remarks about how much I would appreciate a man like him. Last month he invited me to his hotel room after work. I turned him down."

"But, not today?"

"No, not today. He started in on me and I went right for it. I called his bluff. He grabbed at my ass and I stood my ground. When he said nice dress I told him there was nothing on me under it. He used his hand to see for himself. Within seconds he was fingering my slit and I was shoving my tongue down his throat. He made me cum in the storage room."

"God, I can't believe you are telling me this. Did you let him fuck you?"

"Of course I did. At his hotel after work."

"What was it like?"

"His cock was nice. About the size of yours, maybe bigger, but not much. It was kind of different that he had not been circumcised. He ate my freshly shaved pussy before he fucked me. If only he knew how much cum was already inside. If I leaked any he didn't say anything. He made me cum several times. He managed to cum in me twice. Except for a little spot in my panties it's still all in there."

"It seems so unreal that you did this, and even more unreal that you would tell me."

"When I did it I was thinking of how hot and horny I would get when I got home and you would fuck me and add you cum to his. Didn't we silently agree to this?"

"Maybe not to this extreme. Didn't you screw one guy yesterday and now this guy today?"

"Yesterday was local. Today was a once in a while opportunity. And, fucking the boss can't be that bad of an idea. I may get assistant manager because I know they aren't happy with the one they have now."

"Okay, I know who the guy was today. Who is your local giving you the first load?"

"I'm not ready to say. It's kind of complicated. But, if and when I do tell you will have to act like you do not know anything about it. I don't want you acting strange when we are around him or his wife. Mainly because I don't want him to know that you know that he has been fucking me. He'll be afraid the word will get out and that not be a good thing for him, or for us for that matter."

That was a pretty strong clue. It sounds like it would have to be the Bishop. I really wished it had been just about anyone else but that prick. She was kind of flirty with the guy at the bank when we refinanced our home mortgage. I'd feel better if it were him. He was nice and we saved almost $400 per month on our house payment.

What the hell. She was fucking someone other than me and the results were that she was a lot more relaxed than before and the sex was terrific. Getting a cunt full before I fucked her turned her on like I had never seen before. If I had my choice it would be just me and her. Even though the sex had almost disappeared between us before she cheated on me.

"Why don't you go shower. I'll make you some supper. Then we can try out this little shaved pussy of mine to see how you like it. If that's still alright with you."

"Yeah, I think we can do that. I'm anxious to see what runs out after we are done."

If she had taken three loads and still had it in there the cum from last night must be buried in her womb. Either that or it's washing out when she takes a piss and doesn't notice it. I adjusted the shower water and stepped into the spray. The hot water felt good. After almost 30 years of marriage I couldn't believe what Mary Beth and I were about to do ... again.

The shower was a good idea. If my wife I taken a deep whiff when she kissed me I was going to have to tell her I had fish tacos for lunch. I could smell Lori Ann's pussy on me and really hated to wash off the aroma. Talking with my wife about her sexual adventures had barely caused a stir in my pants, but the idea of eating out Lori Ann had me fully erect and rock hard.

What a week. Down on my luck financially and with a shit job I was finally again doing my wife after a couple of months of no pussy, And, was having a hell of a good time with Lori Ann. I'm sure Mary Beth will be reaping the rewards of that within the hour.

I dried off from the shower and put on a T-shirt and boxers. Mary Beth had finished cooking and we sat across the kitchen table from each other. The food was good. Oddly enough, after telling me about letting the regional manager fuck her she started telling me a story about some menial things that had happened at work during the day.

Figuring that I should tell a story as well I mentioned working in the yard a little and couple of things that happened at my work. The thing I didn't tell her was about Lori Ann, that fabulous pussy of hers and how I tried to bury my face in it to my ears.

Mary Beth ran some water in the sink to wash the dishes. She washed and I stood beside her and dried and put them away. I played a little grab ass as we finished up.

"Hey, mister. Are you ready for bed already?"

"It's up to you. I can wait. But, I do want to get to you bald little snatch and feel the cum you've collected swirl around my dick when I put it in you."

"I'm really ready. But, let's watch television until the news comes on. Sort of let the pot boil, if you know what I mean."

We sat together on the couch. She put her feet up and in my lap. Whoa, a sharp reminder of Lori Ann at work. There wasn't anything I could do not to get hard thinking about what she had let me do so far. My hardon did not go unnoticed.

"So, I am getting to you!" My wife's voice caught me off guard. I had almost forgotten she was there.

"Oh, yeah, Babe. Thanks for noticing!" She was silent for a while as we watched TV.

"Jack? Are we okay?"

"Okay with what?"

"You know, are we okay. I let other men fuck me. I just wondered if we are okay. I don't want to lose you. Any time you want me to quit I can. After the next month or so anyway. I do want to get that promotion and I need to finish what I started a couple of weeks ago."

"This is how new this is? Just this guy today and the other guy you started doing a couple of weeks ago? Do you think that is going to be it?"

"I don't know. A month ago I never thought I would have done this and we would be having this conversation."

"Uh huh, me neither! Right now if you experiment a little more I guess it is alright with me. If it affects us as a couple I think then we should quit. Don't be going out a finding some guy with a giant cock that ruins you for me."

"Oh, I don't think would happen. You size cock is fine with me!"

In a few minutes the news came on and we went to bed. Mary Beth reached over, got the pillow and put it under her ass. She flopped her legs open and looked at me as if to ask what was I waiting for. Her hairless cunt looked amazing. Her inner lips far outreaching from her outer ones. Moist and slick a small trickle of cum was trying to escape their grasp.

Looking deeper into her vagina I could see a good amount of cum inside her from her earlier adventure. I was ready to shove in and start pumping away. As I aimed my prick at her slit she stopped me.

"With my ass in the air I can feel his cum slide back down inside me. Let me lay her a little bit and it should go past my cervix if we wait."

"Where did the other all go? I mean from your friend yesterday and then me last night. Today you said your from out of town buddy dumped two loads in you."

"I can feel it squishy inside me. I think most of it has gone into my uterus or maybe my womb. I have been clenching down trying to keep it from escaping."

I was still looking down at her shaved crotch.

"I don't see what was there just a few minutes ago. Jesus Mary Beth where is it all going?"

"It's still moving deeper. I can feel it all warm and slick in there."

She had me wait some more.

"So, what's the the deal with shaving your pussy? Was that for the new guy today?"

"No, I thought we would like it and it would be easier for me to clean up afterwards. I didn't expect the big boss to be in until tomorrow."

"But, either way, you say you planned on screwing him when you saw him next?"

"Yes, I figured it would be yet another guy in there ahead of you. You liked it before, didn't you? Come on. I'm ready for you now! Put it in my shaved little cunt."

I could feel him ... or us inside her. My cock went in her to the hilt. I started sawing my cock in and out. There wasn't a lot of cum, but it still made her wet and she had her heels on my ass like she was trying to force more of me in her.

"Oh, that feels so good going in and out of me. Now that we are doing it I do think the boss was a little bigger!"

"Jesus Christ Mary Beth! Thanks a lot. What to you mean bigger?"

"I don't know. Maybe just a little thicker, but longer."

"Longer?" I was in a panic. "How much longer?"

"Shit! I don't know. I guess two inches. When he came in me I felt the spurt a couple of inches deeper in me than you are going now."

As much as I hated the idea of her taking on a bigger cock than mine I felt myself start to well up in my balls and sent a load into her cunt with my dick buried as deep as it could go.

"Oh, fuck, Jack, but that feels so good. I love you so much."

She had the look on her face she gets when she cums. Yet, I had to wonder now if she was faking it and wanted the bigger cock her boss had rammed into her.

"That was good. Why did you have to tell me his cock was bigger right when I was fucking you?"

"It didn't seem to bother you any. You were cumming right after I said something about it. And, he did, he put his cum in me farther than you just did."

Fucking slut wife! That's what I was deep in my mind. You could be remorseful in admitting to cheating with another man. You would have to be mean spirited to tell you husband the other guy's cock was bigger. Of course, her whole fucking family was mean. Why should she be any different? I was thinking though that I wouldn't mind seeing a cock that big working it's way into her.

I got up to go wash off. I looked back at Mary Beth's smooth pussy lips. It made me think of how she would look as a preteen. Also, with the thought that a crack whore could shave herself clean as well. Fucking bitch! I left her with her ass elevated on the pillow as I did the night before. Another load to slip toward her womb.

When I came back she had stayed on the pillow. The difference was that she was up on her elbows making all of the sights and sounds as if she were trying to take a shit without getting out of the bed. Good God, if only the good folks in the church ward could see her now.

"Mary Beth? What the fuck are you doing? I'm, not helping you clean up that mess if you are thinking about shitting on the pillow."

She laughed at what I was thinking.

"No, I'm not taking a shit. I'm bearing down to push the cum out of me."

I stepped to the foot of the bed.

"Looks like you have a pretty good glob welled up in there. It's about to run down the crack of your ass."

"I don't want it to do that ... bring me the bathroom glass."

The bathroom glass was a plastic tumbler. It would probably hold about eight ounces of liquid. I really wanted to see what was about to happen. Then again, I wouldn't be drinking from that thing ever again. I took it and handed it to my wife.

She held it to the bottom of her splayed cunt and used the edge to capture the bit that had trickled down. Then she pushed and grunted, filling the glass to half full with just one effort. Satisfied she wouldn't leak any more she butt crawled to the foot of the bed. Stopping with her ass on the edge of the bed. Her cunt opening settled back over the glass.

Mary Beth sent a little stream of old and new cum into the glass, filling it another quarter to the rim. Another little grunt and wiggle took half of the remaining space. Supposedly she had been holding cum inside her womb, uterus, pussy, or wherever from three of us fucking her. I don't know where it went or where it had been, but it looked like sure as fuck it was coming out now.

My wife was holding the almost full glass with both hands as she worked a little more sperm into it. She stopped when it looked like the glass could hold no more. My brain kind of exploded at the sight of it. The I tried to decide if I should empty the glass for her or run to the kitchen for another one ... maybe one bigger!

The question got answered more quickly than I could figure out. My wife ... that had never even let me think about cumming her mouth looked at the glass in her hand and raised it to her lips. Realizing what was about to happen I had to steady myself to keep from falling on my ass.

With a sparkle in her eye and a hint of a smile on her lips Mary Beth looked me in the eyes and took a big drink of the cum mixture into her mouth. She didn't swallow it right away. The glass was a quarter less full now. Still never taking her eyes off my face she opened her mouth and showed me the sticky mess inside. 

She swallowed and looked for my approval as she opened her mouth to show it mostly empty, but with traces of the load she had taken down her throat. She closed her mouth and looked at me. She had a mustache of cum above her lips just as if she had just consumed a vanilla malted. First, I'll never use that glass again and second, it's going to be really hard to kiss her.

Mary Beth used her tongue to clean her upper lip and raised the glass for another drink. This time leaving the glass half empty. She squished the cum around in her mouth as if she were using mouth wash. Even though at this time I don't think there is enough real mouthwash in the world for this situation.

By now I expected her to finish the rest. Instead the glass went back to her slit just in time to catch another batch that seemed to roll out of her cunt. A little more effort provided a little more sticky seed. As the glass appeared to fill to the rim again it seemed Mary Beth finally had pushed all of the mixture cum out of herself.

With the glass full again, rather than chug down a quarter of it at a time she started to sip it into her mouth. A couple of sips and she opened her mouth to show me. It was like she was enjoying a glass of fine wine. When she had pretty much drained all she could down her throat she raked her finger inside the glass to capture the remainder. Slowly sucking her finger clean.

It was kind of like a horror movie when one of the character appears to be normal and loving until the end. Then transforms into a hideous monster. Mary Beth was kind of like that. My lovely bride of all those years spawned into a cum guzzling slut.

Had I been a better Mormon I could have gone to my Bishop for advice. But, wait I guess that's where the trouble started. My wife got up to pee and came back to bed. She didn't wash her pussy or even get a drink to rinse out her mouth. She, also, didn't ask me for a kiss goodnight.

Moments later she had rolled to her side and drifted off to what must have been a pretty contented sleep. Laying there awake I was still trying to figure out what happened to us the past few days. Mary Beth muttered something. Probably from dreamland. Then she rolled on her back. A few minutes she flopped her legs wide open while she slept. No doubt dreaming someone, probably not me, had crawled between her thighs and was shoving a hard cock into her hairless slit. Draining his balls into her waiting snatch.

The next morning I remained in bed. I listened to her clean up in the bathroom whilst wondering how much more cum might have trickled its way out. She spent a lot of time in the shower. Funny thing though, I didn't hear her brush her teeth. I watched her dress as I pretended to sleep. After all these years she looked really good. Maybe servicing three men added to her glow.

Not wanting to face her I hoped she would go directly to work. Instead she came back into the bathroom and finally brushed her teeth. When she went for the mouthwash I wanted to shout out that it wouldn't do any good. My wife stopped by my side of the bed and spoke.

"If the boss asks me out to dinner before he flies home to his wife for the weekend I'm going to try to get him back to his hotel room instead. If you're lucky I may have another treat for us tonight when you get home. And, you may be fucking the new assistant manager."

"Good luck ... I guess."

She bent over and kissed me on the cheek. This might be a good morning to skip breakfast. I showered until the hot water ran out and still could have showered some more.



Jack's Story Ch. 03



I had an irresistible urge to get to work to see Lori Ann.  The morning crawled by.  Old Clint hung around until Lori Ann arrived several minutes late.

"Hi, I'm glad to see you Lori Ann."

"I'll bet you are!  I even have a surprise for you."

Old Clint left and we settled into the booth.  Trucks began to line up to get to the inbound door.  It took almost the first hour to get them all through.  By then the first of the bunch were starting to work their way out of the complex.

"As soon as were get these trucks clear out I want to show you your surprise."

"I'm not sure I can wait.  What is it?"

"I took your advice on something."

Lori Ann looked nervously around the area and dropped her pants to the floor.  Sitting back in her chair she opened her legs to show me she had shaved her pussy.  Somehow it looks even better on a 27 year old, in spite of having all those babies.  I wanted to drop to my knees and bury my face in her wet looking little cunt.

I flashed back to my wife just shaving pussy a couple of days ago.  However, when I thought of her all I could think of was her mustache made of cum and how she downed all the sperm in that damned glass.

"What do you think?  Is it funny looking?"

"No, God no, it looks ... umm, edible, ... I guess is the better word."

"I was hoping you would say that."

I gave her a kiss dead center in her pussy slit and started to shove my tongue as deep as I could it in.  I had forgotten where I was.  Lori Ann pushing on my forehead was a reminder.  A truck was pulling away from the nearest building and we only had a few seconds to get her pants up and fastened.

How I wanted to finish that little task.  I wished our shifts hadn't changed so I could sneak over to her house after work had his mom still been keeping her kids.  I couldn't have her fake overtime because my wife would be home.  We needed a plan because we never got another chance the rest of the shift.  I thought Lori Ann was going to start fingering herself a couple of times.

We said our goodbyes.  The next day was Saturday.  Mary Beth would be home when I got there.  The riddle would be rather or not she fucked her out of town manager.  If she told me she got the promotion I would know she fucked him.

I got home to an empty house and a note on the table.

"Jack, I am going out for a little while with Patty.  I won't be too late.  Doing a little celebrating.  Mary Beth.  PS:  I got the promotion!"

I wondered when will my head would stop spinning.  "Got the job" meant she fucked the guy again, I'm sure.  Patty was the Bishop's wife.  How odd that must be.  I suspected the Bishop is the other guy Mary Beth has been fucking, although I hope against hope it is not him.  Patty seemed too straight laced to do any celebrating other than reading out loud The Book of Mormon.

My time waiting for Mary Beth to come home was divided between wondering how I could crawl between Lori Ann's legs and whether or not I was going to be fucking my wife's sloppy crotch if she got a big creampie at work.  When I heard my wife's car in the driveway I don't know if I had a hardon for my wife or Lori Ann.

"Did you see my note?  I got the job!"

"I did.  I see you went out with Patty.  How did that happen?"

"She waved me down as I drove by.  I thought it odd since she hadn't spoken to me in quite a while.  She said that the Bishop was out of town overnight so he could get to some conference meeting early in the morning.  I told her about my raise and she said we should go celebrate."

"Gee, that must have been really wild,"  I joked.

"We went to a steak house to eat and a couple of guys starting flirting with us at the salad bar.  Patty loved the attention and when they asked us if we would go dancing with them at their hotel lounge she was like a teenager being asked out on a first date."

"I can't believe Patty would act like that."

"We'll Patty was taking them up on it when I suggested if we were going dancing we needed to change our clothes.  Patty was wearing a long sleeved shirt and the Capri pants to cove her garments.  I thought that would give us a chance to ditch the two and not make a scene."

"What did you do the rest of the evening when you didn't go back?"

"Oh, we went back.  Instead of going to her house for her to change we came here because she thought my clothes would be sexier.  She ended up wearing my little red dress with the white polka dots."

"Didn't her garments show?"

"She took them off!  Then when she saw how her big panties fit under the dress she borrowed a pair of my bikini briefs.  I mean she looked almost human for a change.  Then we went to the hotel lounge to dance.  The men were in the bar having a drink when we arrived."

"I guess they were glad to see you."

"Well, one of them anyway.  He dragged Patty on the dance floor and they stayed out there for three dances.  Patty and this man named Steve acted like neither one of them had a marriage vow to abide by even though they were each wearing wedding bands."

"Did you dance with the other guy?"

"No, we enjoyed watching Patty with his friend.  He made me a little bet that Steve would get in Patty's panties before the night was over.  They actually were my panties and it seemed like a safe bet.  Patty surprised me by letting Steve order her a beer.  Then she had a couple more and you could tell his hand was doing some good under the table."

"So, you and your guy just sat, watched, and talked?"

"It wasn't my guy.  I was trying to see where Patty was going with all this attention.  Steve got her back out on the dance floor for a couple of more numbers.  When they came back Steve made some lame excuse to show Patty something in his room.  We declined when he asked us to come along."

"The two of you sat and talked while Patty left with this guy?  I figured that you would add a little load to tonight's fun the way our week has been going."

"I didn't know the guy and sure didn't want to get some kind of disease.  The guy, Eddie, told me it looked like I was going to have to pay off my bet.  I put the five dollars in my hand and waited for Patty to return.  One look at Patty told me to hand the five dollars to Eddie.  I'd never seen anyone look so fucked."

"Then you never went upstairs with anyone?"

"For God's sake, no.  Eddie asked if I was ready to go upstairs with him and I turned him down.  Patty chirped in and said loudly that she would go.  They two of them were gone for the next hour.  In our conversation I told Steve that Patty sure wasn't prepared for this kind of night and that I was glad he had protection.  Turns that Patty took him on bareback."

"Oh, man, the Bishop's wife with a load of stranger's cum in her squishing around in her cunt."

"More than that.  Steve said he got to cum in her twice and Patty told me Eddie did the same.  Four loads of cum in a person I thought was the Ice Princess.  I got her out of there and dropped her off at her house.  She promised to drop the dress off tomorrow.  I told her to keep the panties as a souvenir.  She thanked me and giggled like a school girl."

"Don't you feel evil?"

"How does the song go?  Girls just want to have fun!  Patty said she was going to try to keep the cum inside and then shower right before the Bishop gets home tomorrow night."

I was so amazed about Patty that I had mostly forgotten about Mary Beth's promotion and the load of cum that must have come along with it.  We kind of stripped on our way to bed.  I got my cock in her.  I needed it after getting the blue balls from my encounter with Lori Ann's shaved cunt in the guard shack.  That and knowing Patty could be a slut was pretty arousing.

With my cock pumping in and out and feeling the lubricant that Mary Beth's boss had left her I was trying to make it last.  Thinking more of Lori Ann and now even Patty fucking like a pro than where my dick was and where my mind wanted it to be were far removed.  I was moving right along when Mary Beth's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"I think I know the difference ... Matt's cock being circumcised didn't give as much friction on my vagina walls as yours.  The movement of the head pushing out on the down stroke is the same, except., of course, Matt's goes in deeper."

"Gee, thanks, Mary Beth.  Now at least I know the name of the guy with a cock bigger than mine.  And, it makes me so excited to know that I, as your, husband have a smaller cock."

Instead hearing about her taking in a bigger cock had my balls contract, my ass clenched, and my sperm flooded her vagina.  All adding to the load Matt had put there earlier in the day.  This time she was back to remaining with her ass on the pillow and her pelvis rocked up in an attempt to funnel the seed into her womb once again.

As I got up and turned to walk to the bathroom her voice came from where she laid on the bed.

"You really like it, don't you?"

"Like what?"

"You like me fucking another man and having his sperm inside me when we fuck.  You really get off on it.  And, the idea of Matt having a bigger cock is even more of a turn on for you.  Don't you?  Come on.  Admit it."

I couldn't even admit it to myself.  I sure as hell wasn't going to admit it to her.  Although in truth, I knew the answer.  I gave a little wave off with my hand and sat on the toilet to think while I took a piss.  "God damn it, she is probably right," I told myself.

The next morning was Saturday.  Mary Beth worked starting at 8:00 AM.  Lori Ann and I would be working together starting at noon.  Saturday was a slow day.  Maybe I can get somewhere with Lori Ann.  I grabbed the paper and turned to go back in the house.

A voice called out my name from up the street.  Patty ran toward me wearing a sweatshirt and jogging shorts.  I understand it is permitted to not wear garments when swimming and such.  I suppose jogging shorts then were okay.  Either way I had never seen Patty without a dress or long pants.  For a woman at fifty-five she had great legs and thighs.

"Hi, Patty.  I didn't even know you jogged?  Lookin' good!"

"Don't be silly.  I am old lady trying something new.  Did I miss Mary Beth?"

"She just left.  Can I help you with something?

"No, I'll catch up with her later."

I couldn't help think of what my wife had said about Patty trying to hold four loads of cum inside.  Then to shower right before the Bishop got home.  I don't know why the thought made my cock harden and push against the front of my pants.  I looked down at her crotch and didn't really need to imagine the shape of her pussy.  It was outlined in her shorts.

I think Patty was trying to tease.  She acted out of breath and grabbed her legs below the knees.  Then make a half turn and presented me with a view of her ass.  "Holy Shit!  Was the Bishop's wife a cock teaser?" I asked myself.

"Could I maybe get a drink of water?  Maybe there is more to jogging than I imagined."

I went in to get her a glass of water.  When I turned around there was Patty standing a few feet behind me in the kitchen.  The Bishop's wife alone in the house with a man would be seriously a scandal, yet there she stood.  I handed her the water.  She took a sip and pulled out a chair from the kitchen table.

"I've suspected the Bishop of seeing another woman lately."

"Wow, Patty!  That's kind of direct."

"When we were out last night your wife got a phone call that made her act kind of weird.  She left her phone on the table when she went to the bathroom.  I looked at caller ID and saw she had just talked to my husband.  Then I checked and the Bishop's cell number in her contacts.  Any idea why that would be?"

I hope she didn't catch the look on my face.  I was wishing it wasn't that son of a bitch.  Now it seems like his wife thinks the Bishop's new fling is my Mary Beth.

"I'm not sure what you want me to say."

"Say whether you have a reason to suspect if it might be your wife."

"Not that I could say.  What are you going to do if you find out for sure?"

"Already done it.  Your wife seemed to approve.  The bastard has done this before.  It all seems like it connects.  Are you sure the Bishop and Mary Beth aren't fucking each other?  There is a gap between when she gets home and you leave work."

"Sorry, you stunned me with the F-word.  How would you find out?

"Okay, you suspect something call me.  I'll do the same.  Give me your cell number."

We exchanged numbers.  Patty left, drawing her fingers across my shoulder as she left, giving me a nice little swing of her ass as she went out the door.  I didn't know what to do.  If it is the Bishop, fucking his wife would be nice payback.  There was just too much going on.

It was good to get to work.  I was almost late.  Lori Ann was there.  Even Old Clint had gone on home.  I was greeted with a great big smile from Lori Ann.

"Hey, Jack.  What do you want to do today?  It's Saturday.  We should have lots of time to ourselves."

"You! I want to do you!"

"I want you to do me, too!"

No one came in the first fifteen minutes.  Lori Ann looked around and took off her pants.  We may have a few minutes.  Maybe an hour or more.  You never know on the weekend.  Lori Ann sat on the counter and opened her thighs.  Seeing her shaved pussy again was much anticipated.  She did not disappoint.

I got on my knees and put my face right in her sweet cunt.  She squirmed around as if to get her ass positioned just right.  I flicked my tongue into the slit between her pussy lips.  The taste was perfect.  Lori Ann reacted by putting her hand behind my head and tried to force my mouth and tongue deeper inside her welcoming snatch.

"I talked to my prick husband today on video chat.  That blond cunt was sitting next to him listening to everything we said.  Then when he left her forgot to sign off and they walked off together.  In the distance I could see him put his hand on her ass.  There's no way he isn't fucking her."

"I'm sorry Lori Ann."  I consoled.

"No, it's fine.  It's not like this probably isn't just strike one on him.  And, it opens up possibilities for me."

"Possibilities?"

"Yes, you'll see!"

I put my face back in her crotch.  In a couple more minutes she had her first cum.  The second one was huge and came a few minutes later.

This had gone on long enough.  Between my wife fucking strangers and Lori Ann letting me eat her cunt I decided it was time I tried to fuck her.  What was she going to do, tell my wife?  And, there was the matter of feeling bad about fucking the wife of a soldier overseas.  If Lori Ann says he got caught once and she was sure he was fucking someone in his unit I was good to go.

I removed my face from Lori Ann's slippery cunt and stood up so I could drop my pants.  I told her to watch behind me and I would watch behind her.  I took my cock just behind its head and aimed at her parted cunt lips.  If she didn't want it then it was just to fucking bad.

"You're going to put that in me here in the guard shack?"

"You bet!"

I had the tip against her slit and I pushed.  No problem going in.  Nice and tight.  I let go of my cock and moved my hips forward.  I went almost all in after just a few strokes.  If she didn't like it you couldn't tell by the way her feet went behind my back and try to fuck my ass into her.

"I can't believe we are finally doing this."  She was moaning as she spoke.

"I can't believe it feels this good."  I couple of more thrusts by me and lunges by Lori Ann and I had myself balls deep in her pussy.  Unbelievable this cunt had given birth to that many kids.

"So, what do you think?"  I had to keep looking behind me because Lori had forgotten to watch, only thinking of fucking herself on my cock.

"Sorry I didn't cheat on the cocksucker sooner.  It's a little more cock than I used to having in me."

"I want it to last, but again I can't wait to fill your womb with my seed."

"Shit, I never thought of that.  Do you have a rubber to put on?"

"If I did I sure as hell wouldn't stop now to put one on."

"Yeah, I want you to squirt inside me any way.  I like to feel cum spurt from the end of my husband's cock."

"Well, you are about to feel it squirt from the end of mine."

We both picked up the pace and started to cum together.  I'll have to admit that I lost all control and tried to beat Lori Ann to death from the inside out with my cock.  She was a whole lot worse, practically bucking me off with the wild motions of her ass as she tried to get every bit of a cock that she had already admitted was bigger than that of her husband.

Lori Ann as the one least wanting to get caught was the first to look around to see if anyone had approached during our period of sexual intercourse.  We were both relieved no one was in sight.  I was content to let my pecker soak in her wetness and warm.  She started scooting to get herself from under me.  My cum coated penis slid from her gaping cunt with a plop.  We made a nice little puddle that ran out of her vagina and onto the surface below her ass.

Lori Ann grabbed some paper towels and began to blot at her dripping slit.  That turned in to desperate wiping as she realized the two of us had made a lot more goo than she had been accustomed.  A couple of paper towels later we were both in agreement we had ourselves cleaned up, but were very aware of the smell of sex in the air from her freshly fucked cunt.

A truck rumbled our direction from the distance.

"Oh, my God,"  Lori Ann was troubled, "I wish I had something to spray in the air."

"Just don't let the driver come inside ... oh, I guess letting someone cum inside is what started your problem!"

"Very funny, smart ass.  You go out there and check him in."

"No, you should go.  If he does come inside he'll look at you and immediately think you just fucked somebody.  If he sees me he will think I just had something really good for lunch."

"You did just had something good for lunch.  I watched you eat it."

"Whoa, naughty little thing!  Now get your sexy little ass out there."

The driver stayed outside.  Lori Ann had him on his way in a matter of moments.  I watched her sexy little body reacting to what I had just done to her.  Anyone that had ever watched a fresh fucked woman had to know she was carrying a load of someone's sperm inside her pussy.  She came back into the shack.  She brushed a stray hair from her face.

"What I just did with you seems so wrong, but feeling your seed buried in me makes it all right.   That's for just shoving your prick in me.  Left up to me I would have led you on another couple of weeks while I made up my mind.  I should have done it the first time I caught him."

"It was my first time cheating, too.  My wife is having two affairs right now.  She thinks I have no idea."  A little lie didn't seem to bad of an idea.

"I'm glad we decided to do it.  My pussy has never had such a pounding and never been so full."

"I hope you know a lot of the mess was you.  God, but you can cum a lot."

"With all the wiping I can still feel your sperm inside me.  You got it in a little further than I think I've had it before, and that's from a woman with six children.  We need to do this again soon.  Maybe somewhere where we can take more time."

I was gloating inside, partly from knowing she was carrying some of my load, but also, because she said I sent cum deeper inside her that she was used to.  After being told by my wife that her Matt had a couple of inches on me it was nice to know I could impress the right woman.

"What's wrong with sex in the security shack?  Don't you like adventure?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say we wouldn't do it again.  I just said it would be nice to spend time together and do it right."

"Sorry about not having a condom.  I had no idea this would happen.  Any danger of you getting pregnant?"




Jack's Story Ch. 03



"I am right at the end of being fertile this cycle.  Just because I'm a Mormon wife doesn't mean one little seed is going to make me a new mommy."

"Yeah, but you know ... it wasn't just a little seed."

"I know.  It was a flood!  But, my husband wanted lots of kids and then isn't home to help me take care of them.  It's not going to hurt him to have one little strange face in the crowd.  I don't care if you made me pregnant.  You'll get more chances to knock me up if you want them.  I think it's the least I can do for a cheating hubby.  Maybe have a newborn for him to hold when he gets home in 11 months."

"You don't think he would figure that out?  I mean the timing and everything?"

"Well, he's been gone six weeks.  If I'm pregnant I can bribe my doctor to start me early and make him think he bred me right before he left."

"Do you think the guy would do that?"

"Actually, it's a woman doctor.  And, yes I think she would.  Don't get so full of yourself ... like I said just because I'm LDS doesn't make once shot cause me to have another kid."

"I like the idea of what you said about getting more chances.  Did you mean that?"

"Yes, I did.  Now that I've done it I don't seen any reason to stop after just one time.  You interested?"

"Hell, I could be interested in another few minutes.  How about you?"

"I like the feel of your cum in me.  I wouldn't mind another load.  Let's see how the day goes."

The day went pretty well.  We didn't get another chance at work.  I followed her to a few blocks from her home and we parked where we would be a couple of streets inside a different church ward so her church friends wouldn't likely see her.  We both got into the back seat of her Minivan in the driveway of a house in foreclosure.

"Hurry up and get that thing in me.  I need it so bad!"

We undressed so quickly I barely remember.  Finding her open gash was easy enough.  I lined myself up and nudged my cock into her waiting cunt slit.

"Oh, fuck, that is so good in me.  Fuck me hard.  I never got to fuck in a car as a teenager.  This is so good.  Pump it into me until you cum.  I'll be right with you!"

She was right about that.  It didn't take me long to spurt another load out of the end of my cock and apparently right at her cervix.

"Yes, yes, yes.  Shoot your seed into me.  Give me a baby.  I want your seed deep within me.  Shoot it directly into my womb.  I want it.  Fuck me.  Fuck me hard.  Make me pregnant ... knock me up!"

If I was going to make someone pregnant Lori Ann was going to be the one most agreeable to the situation.  We both had a huge cum from it and relaxed into each other's arms.

"I've got to go!  My mother will be dropping off the kids any minute.  I can't meet her smelling like I just got fucked in my car!"

"Okay, I see your point.  Mothers can be like that."

She got dressed and rushed home to her kids.  I had to try to find a way to hide my little affair from my cum soaked wife at home.  I went by the gas station and splashed a little gas on myself as I put some in the tank.  I went into the house and told Mary Beth I need to get the clothes off me and myself into the shower.  Maybe I know something about cheating on a spouse after all.

My shower over, I found Mary Beth on the couch with her gown up and her bare pussy exposed.  I have to admit I loved the look, but I thought to myself that Lori Ann had her beat on the shaved cunt look.  Even with the 6 kids and me poking around in there, leaving my cum to leak out, Lori Ann had the little girl with the cute pussy look nailed down.

I sat on the couch with my wife and put my right arm over her thigh and dropped my hand down to cup her cunt mound.  There wasn't anything slippery to give a hint if her lover fucked her or not.  I thought I should ask.

"What kind of day did you have?  Are you harboring a sticky load up in your snatch for me to add mine to?"

"No, not today.  That's the problem having a one guy from out of town and another getting smothered by a suspicious wife.  I don't really feel like fucking unless you really want to.  Maybe you could eat me if you want.  You can get me wet enough that we can do it."

"I kind of like the surprise for the husband feel in your vagina.  And, you get a whole lot more excited when you do have a strange load already in there.  I can wait for that."

There wasn't much chance of me getting it hard for the sneaky cunt after the day I had with fucking Lori Ann silly ... twice.  I should have cheated on my wife years ago if I had know what a cock whore she was going to turn out to be.  Maybe I was being harsh.  She talks like she is fucking a couple of guys, one her boss to get a raise, and another guy she talks like it was her first, maybe, but a brief affair.

Not the kind of deal you expect when you "promise to have and to hold".  The idea she was a better fuck when I was batting in the cleanup position was a lesson well learned.  Cheating wives are a good thing.

Sunday morning, and another noon to eight with Lori Ann.  I was so pleased with myself that she said I had a bigger cock than she was used to I wanted to sing it to the world.  I went to work in one hell of a great mood.  I even kissed Mary Beth goodbye with a slobbery kiss and squeezed her pussy lips before I left.

Sunday is always slow in the security book.  Except for me and Lori Ann.  She fucked me twice during the eight hour shift.  By she fucked me I mean when we had been there about twenty minutes she dropped her pants and grabbed my cock and guided it to her waiting cunt.

We got in about ten minutes.  Me shooting into her gave her the big cum she needed after a couple of little one right before that.  She decided not to clean up.  I wipe off on a paper towel.  A couple of hours later we were at it again.  I had never thought of myself as a twice-in-a-day kind of guy.  Lori Ann could bring that out in a man.

The afternoon went pretty fast.  With about an hour to go Lori Ann kind of wanted to do it again.  Then changed her mind.  She had bigger ideas.

"How about you come to my house tomorrow so we can see how serious you can be about fucking me good?"

"What about your kids?"

"I'll tell my mother that I have a training class to attend for four hours.  I'll tell her it's 1 to 5 PM.  I'll drop the kids off with her and swing by and pick you up.  Then we'll have four hours in a real bed.  You can fuck me like a girl deserves."

"My wife gets home at three."

"So, my husband is overseas in the military.  What's the deal?  It is training day.  Let me train you to do me."

"Okay, call me.  I'll walk around the corner."

Date made I headed home to Mary Beth.  It had been her day off.  I guess she didn't get any romance as there wasn't any indication she was wanting me to fuck her.  She made sure I saw her naked though and made a deal of shaving her pussy as she sat on the end of the vanity.

"Do you shave that thing every day?  It looks good all smooth and soft like that."

"It all depends on what might happen.  On day when I am just at home or nothing going on I let it grow.  I usually get it most every day.  I like shaving it.  All I have to do when I am done is rub my thumb over my clit and I cum."

"That sounds interesting.  Can I watch sometime?"

"You can watch right now if you want!  Just let me wash the soap of it first."

It was pretty amazing.  She brushed over her clit.  It was already standing out before she started.  It looked like it was reaching out for her fingers like a puppy wanting petted.  Mary Beth put her thumb on it and pressed down and then rolled her clit around under it.

Her expression changed pretty fast.  She was almost at the point I see her when she cums when I fuck her.  I was leaning in and real intent on what she was doing.  I had never seen her make herself cum before, if she even had.

"You know what would be really good?  If you just caught my clit in your teeth and sucked on it.  That would be really good!"

"I don't think so.  You've had a couple of other guys in there.  Plus, the memory of the glass of cum you drank that you had inside you if still fresh in my mind."

"Okay.  Fuck you!  I can do it myself.  It's not like I asked you to put your tongue in my gash or anything.  Just suck my clit and make me cum."

This was a bad moment.  She had her thumb back on it.  It had been a couple of days or more since the cunt full of cum incident.  I read somewhere that a man's sperm came out of a woman for up to three days.  Maybe if I just sucked her clit it would be the nice thing to do.  I looked at Mary Beth and she had the look that said she had herself right there.  She would be cumming any second.

"Here, let me get that for you!"

She jerked her thumb back and thrust her clit at me.  I sucked it into my mouth and nibbled it.  She was ready to finish.  This was my chance to fuck with her.  I let her clit go and kissed her soft pussy mound.  The fresh shave made it so smooth and it smelled really good.  I kissed both sides of her slit.

I really liked it.  So did Mary Beth.  I'd never seen a shaved pussy before this week and apparently Mary Beth had never had it shaved smooth and kissed.  I was making little kisses all over it.  Right up to where her cunt lips were starting to part.  Then I did kisses and licks.  Mary Beth was going wild.  I sucked her clit back in my mouth and bit down hard.

Mary Beth screamed ...

"Are you alright?  Did I hurt you?"

"Yes, you hurt me.  Bite it again!"

So, I bit down hard again.  It made me feel better.  Kind of revenge for her fucking around on me.  Hurt me and I'll hurt you back kind of attitude.  But, I was wrong.  It hurt in a good way.

"Bite me again ... harder!  Awww, fuck!"

Her legs wrapped around by head.  Maybe I fell in a trap and was about to die from cunt strangulation.  She was squeezing my head harder as I bit down harder on her clit.  Then she let go and went limp, trying to steady herself on the vanity top.

While she was gasping for breath I started kiss her bare pussy again.  She sure as hell had come.  Moisture was along her cunt lips and starting to make a little pearl at the bottom of her slit.  As I kissed the smoothness on each side my nose was smelling the aroma of her snatch.

There hadn't been a lot of times Mary Beth had allowed me down there, but the smell was of her.  If there was man there I could not tell.  It smelled as good as Lori Ann's where I had buried my face a short while ago.  I like the way she smelled.  I licked out with my tongue, allowing myself to capture just a taste of her wetness.  It was Mary Beth, and I liked it.  I caught some more of her with the tip of my tongue.

By then Mary Beth was tuned in to what I was doing.  Her hand went to the back of my head.  My tongue went into her smoldering cunt.  I loved her taste.  It was her.  She was my wife and I loved her.  I continued to eat her cunt and swallowed all of her juices that I could lap out with tongue.

Mary Beth didn't cum again.  We went to the bed and she laid back with her legs wide open.  I rubbed her pussy with my hand, then leaned down and put my tongue back in her cunt hole.  I put my arms under her thighs so her snatch was pulled into my face.  We laid like that for an hour.  She was lubricating inside as fast as I could lick it up.

"Do you want to fuck me?"  She murmured. 

"No, I think I am content with what I just did.  How about you?"

"I think you are right.  This was nice.  I'll stop you if there has been another man in there."

She went to sleep before I did.  I wondered what she had done.  How many guys had she started to fuck.  How many had there been and if it would stop.  I drifted off thinking of my "training session' with Lori Ann the next day.

Mary Beth was positively giddy the next morning.  I guess our little episode made her think everything was okay with her fucking around on me.

"Since you are doing training today I will be late getting home.  Probably more like seven.  Tonight should be one of those nights you like if all goes well."

"Great!  I hope the guy doesn't mind cumming in you where I just had my face!"

"That's funny, silly!  Remember, I promised you I'll warn you when I have a load in there.  With any luck it will be a couple of weeks before you get another chance.  Just don't wear yourself out at training today."

Lori Ann me to be on the corner at 12:30.  I got in her car and laid down in the seat.  Laid down in such a way that my fingers went up her skirt to her crotch.  Went to mothers with a bare shaved pussy.  My kind of girl.  I slipped a finger in and Lori Ann warned me off because she had trouble getting fingered and driving at the same time.

"Her we are.  Home sweet home!"

The car darkened as we pulled into the garage.  I sat up and got out.  We entered the house through the kitchen.  She had me on the table, trying to climb on top of me.

"Tease me, will you?  You've been a bad boy.  You owe me a pussy full of your special cream."

"That should be easy to do!  You look hot.  Show me your pussy."

She lifted her skirt.  Then unzipped and dropped it on the floor.  The blouse and bra came off as she led me to the bedroom.  I had my clothes off as she laid back on the bed.

"Does this look hot enough for you?"

She had her fingers on her toes holding her legs spread open.

"I see a lot more possibilities now that we are not in the shack."

Since the night before went so well with Mary Beth I moved my face to her crotch.  There was no resistance for Lori Ann expect a squeal of acceptance.  I put my tongue right in her slit and up over her clit ... repeatedly.  I had a grateful woman with her legs thighs now against my ears.  She started to cum.   I sucked the sweetness right into my mouth.

"I know what I want do?"

"Go ahead, it's your bedroom."

She put me on my back and lowered her cunt over my face.  Her girl cum was right there for my mouth.  She tasted so good, sort of an earthy and lavender aroma came from her slit.  Then her mouth went down over my cock.  About halfway down my shaft she pulled off to speak.

"Tell me if I do this wrong.  I've never took a cock in my mouth before this."

"Really?  I thought all younger people did that.  You know ... I just assumed."

"When assume this ..."

She shoved her pussy back in my face and went back down on me.  For a first time 27 year old she seemed to know what she wanted.  When the head of my prick hit the back of her throat she moved around trying to get it to go on down.  I was loving the hell out of it although her gagging was of some concern.

"What the hell am I doing wrong here?  I heard about doing a deep throat on a guy and just figured it would go right down."

I read in a book that if a guy was large the woman may want to learn by lying on her back with her head hanging off so her neck was more straight with her throat.  I no sooner said that and Lori Ann was in that position.

"Now what?  What do I do from here?"

"I think I'm supposed to let you open up by having me sort of fuck myself into your mouth.  You need to breathe between strokes."

This was kind of odd, but my student was all for it.  She opened her mouth and I put my cock against the back of her throat.  That gagged her.

"Maybe if I put my hands on your ass and pulled you when I am ready.  Then when I let up you pull out for me to get my breath."

We tried that.  A couple of tries got the head in her throat.  She let off my ass and I backed out.  That was hard to do because she made it feel so good in there.  She pulled my ass and I nudged forward again.  The head went down and she jerked on me and took me all the way in and held it there for about 30 seconds.  I could feel myself pulse.  I could see her throat expand where my cock was resting.

Lori Ann's eyes were watering and she gasped for air.  But, quickly she took me down again.  This time being able to stroke me in and out.  It was incredible and I was having difficulty holding back.  We repeated this several times until she sound please with herself.

"Okay, I think I can do it again.  Lay down.  Your eating me while I'm sucking you."

We tried that.  I almost drowned because her pussy was so wet.  The problem was that the different angle wouldn't let her deep throat me.  So, we just sixty-nined when she told me what was next.

"Finish me and then you'll stand up and I'll get on my knees and suck you off like a street whore."

"A street whore?  What do you know about a street whore?"

"Nothing really.  I saw my mother once sucking off my Dad's brother like that.  All I could think of was that she looked like a street whore.  I stood in the shadows and watched until he filled her mouth with cum, which, I guess she swallowed."

"My God.  How old were you then?"

"About eight or nine.  It was right before Sunday services.  We were waiting for his wife to get ready.  Instead Mom was getting Uncle Phil ready.  Dad almost caught them."

"Kinky family!"

"Yeah, well, you don't know the half of it!"

I never quit eating out  Lori Ann while she told her story.  She came a huge amount.  I swallowed every drop her femininity gave me.  The it was my turn.  I stood up.  Lori got down before me.  She took my cock in her hand and placed it between her lips.  It quickly with in to the point it needed to go on down.

She took her hands off me and sucked me without touching me with anything but her mouth.  The head of my cock started down her throat.  I leaned down to see her neck bulge.  My balls were against her chin.  Then she started bobbing on my shaft.  She would pull out to catch a breath and then go back down for almost a minute.  

About the third time of that and I let out on the down stroke.  She stopped as my cock throbbed in her throat.  My seed went directly to her stomach.  I almost fell over as my balls drained into her.  She pulled the length of my cock from her mouth and looked up at me.

"See what I mean ... street whore!"

"Maybe, maybe not, but you're my little street whore."

"Okay.  It's training day.  Now that you have trained me to suck cock, how about training me to fuck you in my marriage bed."

We laid back on the bed.  Lori Ann laid so that her head was at my stomach.  She lightly had my dick in her hand.  Every now and again she would kiss the head.  We were relaxed and in no hurry.  Lori pointed out a picture by the bed.

"That's me and my husband on our wedding day."

It had been only about nine years.  I wondered what fucking her then must have been like.

"You look like you were about twelve years old."

"It's part of my charm.  The one on the left on the dresser is him during his first enlistment."

She got up from the bed to get the picture off the dresser to show me.  I didn't know whether it was because this was all new to us or because I knew he was serving his country far from home while his naked wife showed me a photo of him in uniform. 

Gosh, this makes we feel a little bad."

"Don't be.  He may be serving his country, but he is also servicing that little blonde in his unit.  The little Mormon slut!"

She set in back and took the one from the other side of the dresser.

"This one is us with our six children.  We married in the Temple when I was still seventeen, just out of high school.  Emily there is the oldest.  I was eighteen and 3 months when she was born.  The next one came ten months later.  Then a year, then ten months again.  The next one was 18 months and the last one a year after that."

"You got a little break before having the last two."

"Hubby was on tour.  Everyone said I was a good breeder."

"I could see why he couldn't stay off you!"

"Sure!  A knocked up wife with nursing breasts!"

"What I see now looks good, and I'm sure I would have like you then."  I pulled at her to kiss her on her tummy.




Jack's Story Ch. 03



The next picture came with an even more exciting story. 

"This one is Christmas when I was first married.  My family is there.  I'm pregnant with my first child, of course.  My husband is next to me.  The guy in the sweater is Uncle Phil.  I looked behind him and Mom.  He had his hand on Mom's ass.  I had caught them fucking in my bed two days before."

"Wow!  Go Mom!  Go Uncle Phil!"

"I was kind of against it at the time.  Now I guess I understand that either you are faithful or you are not.  I think Uncle Phil's wife found out and told Dad.  Then they started going on vacations together as couples.  Sometimes I'd come home from school and Uncle Phil would be at our house, but not his wife.  It's kind of funny that they stayed so high in the Mormon Church while they were trading wives."

The idea of fucking Lori Ann and having her knocked up all the time and her Mom and uncle swapping with her Dad and the sister made me rock hard.  With the photo introductions I felt like I was going to be fucking her before a crowd.  Lori laid back with her legs spread, then adjusted the wedding photo so it was square with where my cock was going to be entering his wife.

"There Honey.  You can watch your wife get fucked in our marriage bed."  She giggled real silly like and grabbed my cock to guide it into her wet snatch.  "Look, Sweetie ... see the nice man fuck your wife?"

Maybe a service man overseas being taunted by his cheating wife shouldn't be funny, but we both laughed at what we were doing and my prick felt as hard as I can ever remember.  Lori took her ankles her her hands and raised her legs as high as she could.  Her cunt was exposed wide open and I buried my cock into her.

I was thinking I wouldn't be able to hold it, yet it was Lori Ann that started cumming so hard that I sent sperm pulsing into her cunt.

"Drain your balls into me!  Fuck me with that big cock!  This is so much better than fucking my own husband.  Fill me with your cum.  I wish all of his babies had been yours and mine instead.  Fuck me hard!  Breed me!  Knock me up!  I want your baby.  Shoot into my womb!"

"Damn, Lori Ann," I told her.  "Kind of vocal with you feelings aren't you?

I didn't really care.  I was feeling my cock empty in her.  I figured she didn't actually mean it.  Just hatred towards her husband for him cheating on her.

"No, I'm serious.  I hate that bastard.  I want you to get me pregnant.  Well, at least I'm not going to worry about being careful whether I'm fertile or not."

We laid together.  I stayed between her legs.  My cock was almost soft enough to slide out of her on its own.  She would thrust against it from time to time making it just a little stiffer.  We must have been doing that for thirty minutes when my cell phone rang.

"Do you need to get that?"

"I don't know.  Let me see who it is."

I tried to reach my pants and not pull out of Lori Ann, but the laws of nature took over.  I was almost back hard, however the pants were a foot too far away.  My cock pulled out of her and brought most of our cum with it.  There was a serious puddle of wet on her sheets.  I could tell it wasn't my wife.  I hit the green button.

"Hello?"

"This is Patty ... do you know where that whore you are married to is?

Lori Ann must have thought it was my wife checking on me.  She was waving and pointing at her gaping slit.  She wanted my cock in her while I talked.  I lined myself up with one hand and held the phone in the other.  Lori Ann took me right in and started quiet little fucking motions on my dick.

"No, I know she was running some errands, probably at the mall."

"You were supposed to be watching the slut.  I can't find the Bishop.  He's probably doing her as we speak.  I thought you were with me on trying to catch them."

"I don't know, Patty.  I'm in a training class.  There isn't much I can do."

Lori Ann's open hand went to her mouth.  She mouthed the words to me in a whisper.

"Holy Shit!  Your wife is fucking the Bishop?"

"I know what I can do."  Patty screeched into the phone.  "I'll bet the tramping is fucking him at the apartment the Church keeps for guests in one of the rental properties they own.  They're both dead if I catch them!"

The phone went dead.  Lori Ann looked like the cat that swallowed the canary.

"Your wife and the Bishop are fucking each other?

"Possibly so ..."  I smirked.

"Oh, that is so fucking possibly ... great!  I heard the Bishop liked the ladies.  When did this happen?"

"I'm not sure it is.  I know there are two guys.  One is her boss.  The other she won't tell.  I don't want it to be the Bishop."

"What did his wife say?"

"She said she knew where the would be and was going after them to kill them."

"You don't want her to catch them, do you?"

"I guess not."

"Call her.  You have to let them know."

I reached for my phone and hit the number for Mary Beth.  Lori Ann was all smiles and wiggling on my cock as the call rang.  When my wife answered she sounded out of breath and distracted.

"Mary Beth, are you okay?"

"Yes, I was on the stairs when you called and I couldn't decide whether to answer upstairs or down.  I guess I should have gone down.  I'm out of breath."  She lied.  "How is training class?"

"Oh, it's good ... a lot more fun than one would expect."

I could tell my wife tried to put her hand over the phone.  I heard her scold in a whisper.

"Quit it.  He's going to hear me.  You are about to make me cum?"

"Mary Beth, I can hear you.  I guess you are getting fucked with me talking to you on the phone."  I whispered back to her.

"Uh, yes ... something like that."

"Just act like I can't hear you, but keep you finger away from the phone microphone."

"Okay, I can do that."

"Go ahead.  Let's hear you cum on his cock."

"No, I don't think so."  I loved her vague answers.

"Let him do it.  You know you want it!"

"Wait ... can you hold on for just a few seconds?  I'm putting away the laundry and I need to do something about this load."

I could hear her whisper to him again.

"Go on do me.  Give me that load I just told him about.  I've got the line on hold."

I was a little afraid she really would hit the hold button and the conversation would go dead.  Then I heard her gasp as he must have been thrusting deep inside her.  I had my cock rock hard in Lori Ann.  She could hear the sounds my wife was making and was fucking back at me for all she was worth.  I leaned forward so Lori Ann could hear all the detail.

My wife and the Bishop finished up fast.  This must have been the ultimate phone sex.  Seconds after I head the Bishop grunt his cum into Mary Beth I release mine into Lori Ann.  I don't know what my wife got, but my load seemed extra hot and twice as large as any I could ever remember.

Both sides of the conversation were quiet as we caught our breath.  Then my wife spoke.

"Okay, I'm taking the phone of mute.  Be quiet, and don't be fucking me while I try to find out what it is he wants."

There was a slight pause.

"Honey, are you there?  I got that load taken care of.  What is it you needed?"

"Well, I know you didn't want to tell me who you have been fucking, but if it is the Bishop, his wife is on to him this time.  She talked to me last week and suspected his latest slutty little cunt might me you and asked me to watch you."

"Okay, and what does that have to do with me now?"

"I told her I was in training and thought you were at the mall.  She just called and the last thing she said was that she figured you would be at some apartment with him that the Church keeps open for guests in some building they own.  So, if that just might happen to be where you are you might want to get the fuck out of there."

"Oh my, God.  I mean, no, that's not us.

She fucked up covering the phone again.  I heard her yell at the Bishop.

"Get your fucking pants on!  Your wife is on the way over!  We have to get out of here!"

I could hear her hurrying to get dressed.  The Bishop was yelling to go out the back door.  I could hear them go down steps and a car door close behind each of them.

"Oh, Jesus!  There she is!"  I could hear the Bishop.  "Turn through this parking lot.  I don't think she say us!"

I guess that meant my wife had him in our car and their escape was successful. 

"Oh, shit!  I'm not sure I got my phone turned off.  What if my husband hear us?

I could hear her put the phone to her ear and call my name.  I didn't answer.

"Oh, that was close.  I was afraid he could still hear us."

"He actually warned us that my wife was coming after us?"

"He didn't know it was us.  He thinks I am at home doing laundry.  Patty is suspicious and called him to see if he knew where I was."

"How does my wife know his phone number?"

"I would assume they talked they would have exchanged phone numbers.  I don't really know.  I'm going to turn my phone off just to be safe.  I must have hit the wrong button before."

Then the line went dead.  I don't think she intended for me to hear the last part.

Lori Ann started fucking me again.  I laid the phone on the bed and stared stroking as hard as I could.  I looked up and her wedding photo.

"How about that, Soldier.  Do you approve of how we handled that?"

His cheating wife laughed.  Then she spoke to his picture.  

"Do you like the way he pumped me full of cum, Honey?"

I squirted all I had left into his errant wife.  She reached between us and brought out a dollop of sperm on her fingers.  She reached to the photograph and let our cum dribbled down the front his face.

"That's for you, Sweetheart.  Your wife doesn't want you to feel left out!"

I got up to look for my pants.  I wanted to get home and see what Mary Beth had to say about my phone call.  I wondered if she would lie about the part that she did not know I heard.

"Hey, before you go, come over here."  Lori Ann motioned me to the side of the bed.  "Let me clean that up for you a little before you go home to your wife."

She started to suck me about two feet in front of the wedding picture.  Our fluids were still running down the glass.  I turned the frame toward the wall.

"Doesn't make any difference.  If he were her right now I'd suck you right in front of him."

"Considering he is a trained Military Officer I hope you have a different boyfriend by then."

I stepped back and my cock plopped from her mouth.  She threw a pillow at me.  I went home to check how my wife's day had gone.

"See you at work Wednesday."

Lori Ann smiled.  Yeah, see you at work.  She laid back and hugged her tummy full of my seed.  Once I started the drive home I picked up my cell and punched redial at Patty's number.

"Hello, Patty,  It's me.  When I checked my messages Mary Beth had call me a little more than and hour before you called me, a half hour after that.  I talked to her right after you called me.  The caller ID said she called from home.  If you rang the bell she might not of heard you.  She was doing laundry.  When I talked to her she was taking on her last load."

"Well, there wasn't anyone at that apartment when I arrived.  If it's not her, I wonder who it is?"

"If you want me to help, just call when you need me." 



Jack's Story Ch. 04



Patty, the Bishop's wife came within several feet of catching her husband with his cock buried in my wife's cheating pussy. The surprise was over. I knew Mary Beth had fucked her boss at the store that ended in a promotion. But, now I knew that the start of her little hot wife saga had begun when she got a few minutes alone with the Bishop.

My wife had tried to hide the brief affair while giving me sloppy seconds with the Bishop's cum inside her. I liked the feeling the first few times thinking that after almost quitting sex altogether my wife was wet and receptive to me. Instead she was getting off on fucking another man and his seed was still inside her while we fucked.

So, back to the fact that my wife almost got caught with another man. I don't know why I was protecting my wife from the Bishop's wife. They had just been out to a hotel lounge where Patty proved to a hot wife instead of a crusty cunted Mormon church freak. Like most women, sharing her married pussy was okay as opposed to the husband even getting a sniff of a chance at some strange for himself.

A couple of days later I needed to give Patty a call. Considering on Friday Patty took four loads of cum from two strangers her pursuit of catching the Bishop on Saturday needed a little follow up.

"Hi, Patty. How's the detective work going? Any clues on who your husband is nailing on the side?"

"Not for sure. Sunday I saw him and a couple of women exchange looks that made me wonder. I still think it's your wife."

"I wouldn't say for certain that it might be Mary Beth. But, I afraid I had her covered for when you think the Bishop had strayed on Saturday. If he's fucking my wife he must be fucking someone else as well." I lied.

"He's not going to get away with cheating on me."

"If you can't catch him maybe you can get even."

"What kind of woman do you think I am?" Hate came through the phone.

I liked pushing the old cunt's buttons. Her voice in the phone coupled with me picturing her fucking two guys like my wife told me were conflicting thoughts. Then I wondered what it would be like to fuck the Bishop's wife.

"Well, you are a woman. What would a woman do in the situation?"

"You just keep an eye on your wife. Whenever you aren't positive where she is give me a call."

I had the Bishop's wife walking a line like a drunk trying to fool a police officer. Maybe I should try to fuck her.

That was Monday. Lori Ann's Mom had a doctor's appointment. Tuesday Grandma took the kid's when she thought Lorie Ann was sleeping and then shopping. She did do a little shopping. The sleeping part was actually the two of us fucking each other silly.

Lori Ann was building such a hatred for her husband being overseas it got creepy as she talked to his picture while I fucked her. By creepy, I mean she talked to the picture like he was really there.

Things like:

"Do you like the way his cock fills me up?"

"Oh, he's enough bigger than you. He really makes me cum hard."

"My lover is fucking me to say thank you for your service."

"Oh, he's cumming in me now!"

"Watch his seed leak from my well fucked cunt."

"Your wife loves getting fucked while you are playing Army with your little cunt Army girlfriend."

So, she harbored some hard feelings. It was good for me. I got to feeling that he was in the room with us ... watching. Then I'd freak out thinking maybe he was killed over there or something and he was really in the room watching.

Patty was putting so much pressure on the Bishop that my wife wasn't getting any action at all. She got off on fucking when I got sloppy seconds.

Finally they got together in the storage room at the store for long enough for her to cum and the Bishop to put a load in her. Wednesday night I got my sloppy seconds. Mary Beth liked to keep the surprise and would watch my face until I realized that my cock went in easy and my swimmers wouldn't be alone in there. While the Bishop was cumming in my wife I was probably at the same time eating Lori Ann's pussy in the guard shack.

Thursday I got my cock in Lori Ann in the shack and we managed to get far enough that there was a cleanup problem when we saw the boss's car driving towards our gate. Usually we got just a phone call a couple of times per shift. Something had to be up.

"I tell everyone that we change the schedule from time to time to give everyone a shot at weekends off or different hours. First of all you two have been together for a while and I get great reviews about how things go out here with the traffic. I know there is a twenty year difference in your ages. I don't know what you talk about or whatever or even if you agree to the same songs on the radio. So my question is, are you two okay working together?"

"Yes, no problem!"

"Perfectly happy. We do like the same songs on the radio." I added.

"Okay here's your problem. I'm moving you to gate 3 around back. Your shift is changing to 10:00 P.M. to 6:00 A.M. Same days off. It's quiet back there. Not much traffic. Hell, on the weekend you'll be lucky to see a half dozen trucks per shift. Week days ain't much better. The bad news is you have two choices."

The boss paused to laugh before telling the two choices.

"You can take the new shift and hours or you can quit."

Then he laughed some more. Lori Ann and I looked at each other.

"Hell of a job. You two are doing a hell of a job out here, I tell ya. We'll got to go. The new shift starts next week.

We looked at each other and grinned. First of all later hours mean cooler temps. Working in the dark means harder to be seen. It was the shift college students took to study and do homework.

At home I told Mary Beth that my shift was changing. Her expression suggested she was thinking about how me being gone from ten at night to 6 in the morning might work to her favor. I'd sleep during the day and she would have some time at night for adventure. Then she told me her news.

"Patty wants to go out again tomorrow. The Bishop had another mystery meeting. I wonder who else he's fucking? I'm not sure I want his dick in me if he's running with some other woman."

All I could do was stare.

"I guess that sounds a little vain. I meant I didn't want him in me if he's banging something nasty."

Again, I just stared. Mary Beth was on the borderline of babbling.

"The point being if Patty fucks some guy I'm not turning down some strange cock if the guy has a buddy."

"The Bishop fucking you bothers me because I don't like the guy. Your boss getting into the goodies is a little different because I've never met the guy. The plus being you did get the raise. Again, I don't like the idea of another man inside you."

"You big liar! Your cock is twice as hard when you hit another man's sperm in me."

I had to agree. Her cheating made fucking her incredible. Would even more cheating make it even more incredible?

My cock was fully erect when I woke up. Mary Beth was dressed and kissing me goodbye as she leaned over the bed. Her tits looked good spilling cleavage against the top buttons. I reached under her dress and ran my hand up her thigh highs and found bare pussy. My wife kissed me again and swayed from our bedroom without another word.

I laid in the bed on my back with my hardon poking up against my sleep shorts. With any luck Lori Ann could solved my problem when shift started. But, what if it was a busy day? Mary Beth and the Bishop's wife would be out chasing dick when I got home. I thought about the both of them taking on strange cock and hot seed. My hand went to my erection. I kicked off my sleep shorts and fisted my shaft. For the next twenty minutes I leisurely pumped while I thought about Lori Ann at work and the girls in some lounge wanting fucked. The idea of my wife fucking another stranger sent me over the edge.

Being a Friday at work the preemptive strike on my balls was a good idea. I played with Lori Ann's tits and pussy when we got a chance before the shift ended. My wife wasn't home when I got there. Her car was in the garage. She had left a note that she was riding with Patty stating that since the Bishop wasn't home they might push it to the limit. Be home ... whenever. Then she signed it with a big heart with I love you written in the middle.

Me hitting some bar wasn't going to be the answer. I watched a game on TV and dozed off on the couch. I got a text late.

"Spending the night. See you in the A.M."

That left a lot of questions. Not as concerting as the phone call in the morning.

"Remember that silver dress I wore to the wedding last month? Put it in my travel bag along with the black heels and drop it off at the front desk of the Hilton. I'm going to a wedding with the guy I met last night."

"Getting married again?"

"No. You're my guy. He and his buddy we met last night are here for their college friend's next marriage. I'm going as his date."

"What about Patty?"

"She went home this morning. When this is over I'll need a ride home."

The conversation went dead without a goodbye.

I didn't give it any thought that she didn't ask for underwear. She'd be naked under the silver dress at the wedding.

The dress was in a bag from the dry cleaners in the closet. I folded it so I thought it wouldn't wrinkle and added the shoes on top. I dropped the bag off at the front desk at the Hilton and was ready to look for a place to get a bite to eat before shift. The sound of the elevator bell caused me to look over as the door opened.

Mary Beth was in mid kiss with a tall husky man. She had her arms around his neck and one leg bent at the knee, her foot in the air. Now I knew what this guy looked like. I watched them walk as a couple towards the front desk. My wife was a bit wobbly and acting like her married pussy was freshly fucked.

They pick up the overnight bag and returned to the elevator. As the door closed I could see her arms go around his neck as her tits pressed against him. I was hit with an urge to call in sick at work so I could hang back and spy on them at the wedding. Knowing the truth would be she's fuck him before the wedding and again before coming home with a cunt loaded with sperm I decided I'd better spend the rest of my Saturday with Lorie Ann in the shack.

Ten minutes into the slow weekend shift I was fucking Lori Ann's pussy with a fury I rarely experienced. Neither had she judging from how hard she was cumming herself. Still needing more I fucked her two more times before shift ended. Lorie Ann was suitability impressed.

"Wow! I'd get rid of my Army guy if I could just get you away from your wife."

If she only knew the truth that it was my wife I imagined I was fucking. All the drive was aimed at getting my chance to get at my wife's over seeded cunt and the sloppy mess that went with it. That not discounting the sloppy mess I left in Lori Ann.

It was hard to stay awake even though I wanted a shot at the sloppy seconds from Mary Beth. It was pretty late for a wedding to end even if the reception went long when I nodded off only to be awaken by the phone.

"They guy's flights out are at 9:30 in the morning. They will leave about eight. I can stay in the room until eleven. It's room 714. Come on in the hotel to get me any time after maybe eight thirty."

"What about Patty's guy?"

"Oh, the guys were sharing a room."

My wife had ended the call before the thought struck me about how she and Patty got fucked and the guys were sharing a room.

I was there at eight thirty. When the elevator door opened I recognized the guy I had seen my wife with the day before. He got off with a slender black man. I held the door as I watched him walk away. About half way across the lobby they gave each other a high five. My heart sank a little. My penis stirred in my pants. I pushed the seventh floor button.

I knocked on 714. Mary Beth pulled me into the room.

"You're going to love this. They just fucked me again before they left."

My wife flipped backwards onto the bed. Her legs open in mid air. As she hit a glob of cum about the size of a golf ball flung itself from her pussy and onto he thigh just above the knee. My jaw dropped at the sight.

"It's not sloppy seconds. Since I showered before the wedding it's more like sloppy twelfths."

"Patty left and you took on both guy's?"

"Took turns. Nothing kinky. I didn't fuck one suck one except a couple of times. Are you going to fuck me or not?"

I did. Fucked her twice. I watched her get up to shower leaving a trail of cum behind her. Twelve loads! And, that was after the wedding! Both dresses were laying across a chair. I didn't see cum stains outside. Knowing she hadn't taken panties with her I wondered about the inside. Both dresses had cum stains where she had fucked and leaked.

Mary Beth came out of the bathroom naked after her shower. She picked up the red dress and dropped it over her body. No bra either. Just my naked wife under the dress.

"Ready to go home!"

I looked around the room thinking about Patty and my wife fucking two strangers from out of town in the same room.

"I guess you have stories tell,"

"Oh, do I ever have stories to tell."

Mary Beth started as soon as I pulled on to I-15.

"Patty had heard word about the Red Door downtown. It was connected to the Hilton and if a person left the parking garage after midnight the gates were open and the parking free. The Red Door had seating out on the sidewalk and inside with the bar. It was a nice couples and meet up spot. We parked in the garage and went up the ramp. As soon as we entered two fellas sitting at the bar were checking us out. They bought us out first round as they joined us at our table.

"The two were in town for the wedding. Patty was visually making out with the white guy. The other man was black."

That confirmed what I had seen in the lobby.

"Things progressed to where we got invited up to their room. Patty and I had to meet in the restroom to talk it over. Patty said she really liked the white guy and wanted me to keep the black guy busy. I told her I wasn't interested in even kissing a black man, let alone what she had in mind for the white one. I told her I wanted to go home."

"Okay, then." Patty pleaded. "I need fucked. I'll take the black guy. You take the white one."

People were honking at me as I drove down up I-15 at 45 mph. I was listening to the story.

"You would take a black cock in you just to get laid?"

"Maybe I owe the Bishop one?" Patty smiled.

"We went back to the table. Patty sat next to the black guy and took his hand and told him we were ready to go upstairs. The indication was that the teams have been chosen. Both men seemed to be happy with the situation. We walked around the back side of the Hilton to the back door. My date Kevin put his arm around my waist as we walked. Patty walked beside the black guy. All we knew was he said his name was Dez. They were probably both lying as both tried to hide wedding band marks on the ring finger. Patty and me were wearing our rings. Being married and available wasn't going to be a secret.

"Kevin kissed me in the elevator. When the elevator rang for seventh floor we broke the kiss. Patty and Dez were standing a couple of feet apart watching us. Patty seemed to be having second thoughts about taking black cock. I didn't care. I was going to fuck Kevin.

"The room had a sofa and two queen beds. Kevin and I sat on the couch. Patty and Dez sat on the foot of the bed nearest the door. Kevin started kissing me again. I put my hand on his cock through his trousers. His hand slid up my thigh until he felt my bare and wet pussy. I let him put a two fingers inside me. Patty and Dez watched from the bed.

"Getting finger fucked had me ready to go. I took Kevin's hand and led him to the other bed. I tossed my dress aside and spread my legs for Kevin. Whether he ate me or fucked me I needed him to do something. He buried his face in my pussy. I was cumming within seconds and five minutes in I wanted his cock in me. It looked to be about seven inches. I really needed to fuck him and feel his cum spurt inside me."

"My guy was between my legs pumping away and Dez and Patty were still sitting where they were."

"Why don't you two come over a get a better look?" Kevin asked.

"The both looked they were going to explode. Patty lay on the bed with Dez behind her. He reached under her dress. She didn't stop him. He was kissing her neck. The next glance they were kissing mouth to mouth with lots of tongue action.

"Kevin was showing some urgency. I welcomed his seed into my greedy cunt with me cumming hard with him. A few minutes later he had pulled out. I saw him watching Dez and Patty. I looked to see what he saw.

"Dez was flat on his back. Patty's mouth hovered over a cock that had to be sticking up in the air at least a foot. Dez was tall and thin. His cock was so out of propitiation to his body. She had one hand almost around the thick shaft. I watched amazed as she lowered her mouth over the head of it. Her lips took the head and she sucked up once and down as she tried to get some of the shaft towards her throat.

"Kevin and I watched the Bishop's wife sucking a black cock. The skin color contract was amazing as was her effort. I would have been hot even if Kevin wasn't pinching my erect nipples as his hard cock poked my back. Patty announced to all of us that she had to have his black baby make up against her womb. I kind of laughed because I didn't know how he would get it in her.

"Patty got off the bed between us and tossed off her dress. I was surprised what had been the prude was wearing a thong. She wiggled out of it and unhooked her bra. When her boobs sprang free Dez hustled out of his clothes not believing his luck that he was getting the green light from Patty. Dez laid back in the center of the bed. Patty bent over to suck his cock back into her mouth. Her wet twat was puffy and red, pointed right at us.

"Kevin was egging me on to take a lick at her slit. When I refused he got in behind her with his hands on her ass. Calling her name he told her that he needed to loosen her up a little if she was going to take on Dez. Patty just wiggled her butt at him. Kevin eased the head of his dick in her. She worked back faster at him than he was going trying to get it inside her.

"When I looked up from where Kevin's dick and Patty's snatch were mated she had about a third of Dez in her mouth. Kevin told Dez that Patty was pretty tight and asked if he should cum in her to lube her up. I had three fingers in myself by then and was rubbing my clit with my thumb. Patty seemed to know when Kevin put his load in her as far as seven inches would reach. She moaned over Dez's cock. Kevin pulled out with a little bit of his sperm leaking onto the sheet.

"Committed to fucking a black cock Patty had one knee on the bed and her other leg bent at the knee to get high enough to line her slit up with the huge black prick. I was holding my breath as the end starting to spread Patty's cunt lips. I was stunned that a Bishop's wife was letting a black man try to fuck her. She was making a babbling noise about how it was going to split her in two. She let out a little squeal. The head was in her. The Bishop's wife had black cock in her!

"I was mesmerized. Patty was rocking front to back trying to get more in her. It seemed to be working as my heart was cheering her on for having the head and a few inches inside her. I was so fucking hot watching her. With about four inches still to go Patty seemed to have bottomed out. She asked Dez to roll her on her back and fuck her properly. I watched him pump into my friend and bite her nipples. Her legs came up over his back while she fucked back at him.

"Kevin seemed to notice I needed fucking myself. I melted when I felt his cock slide into me. As good as it felt I kept looking over at Dez pound into Patty while listening to her noises and the comments she made about how good black cock was fucking her. It was almost a chant about black cock. black seed, black babies although I was pretty sure she was too old to be impregnated. Dez seemed to like the idea of her having a half black child.




Jack's Story Ch. 04



"Even though Kevin was making me cum I could only guess how what Patty was getting rammed in her felt to her. Patty looked like she took another inch. That sent her into a screaming orgasm that took Dez along with her. Patty left the bed for the bathroom. Both hands were between her legs catching black seed as she stumbled to the toilet."

The horns behind us were honking like crazy. My speed was down to 35 mph on I-15 as I listened to the story. Our turn off was just ahead. My wife had a look of contentment on her face. She didn't say any more until we stopped at a traffic light. I knew what was coming next but wanted to hear it from her lips.

"Patty threw Dez a damp towel to clean off his penis and nuts. Then she stood by the side of the bed and told us she was looking at herself in the bathroom mirror at what Dez's black cock had done to her. She put her hands on the other bed then bent over exposing her open cunt to Kevin and me. Kevin laughed. I was horror stricken. I asked her what the Bishop would say when he saw that a black guy had wrecked her pussy. Patty said she didn't care, that she was going to have Dez wreck it depth wise too before the night was over and take the whole length if it meant ripping through her uterus into her womb. It's going to snap back after a while anyway. Kevin laughed again, telling her that it may snap back but it would never be like it was before she came to room 714.

I rolled to a slow stop at another traffic light. Mary Beth started telling the story again. A horn honked behind me.

"Patty was back on the bed fisting the giant cock. Kevin was trying to fuck me from behind. His head was in me, but I was thinking about how that cock must have felt in Patty. Then I heard her telling me I should try it. I was protesting. I didn't want some black guy fucking me or shoot his black sperm in me. Kevin was pushing my back telling me to try it. Patty was telling me it wasn't going to hurt anything to touch it.

I gave my wife a look. She looked defiantly back at me. My wife knew she had to finish the story.

"Dez was had a full on erection. The whole twelve inches was bobbing in the air. Patty was calling me out to touch it. Kevin, too. Dez just smiled knowing that my resolve had wilted. I touched the head with my fingers, then put my hand over it imagining how it would feel going inside me. Without realizing it my other hand was around the base. My hands were really far apart. I studied the length of it wondering where I would put not just the length, but the girth of the damned thing.

"Patty had taken the width okay and gotten in a lot of the shaft. Surely if she could do it ...? It was dead silence in the room. I could hear myself breathing in the silence. The huge cock seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. My hand came off the head. I placed it above my other hand at the base. A lot of black cock was between my upper hand and the bulbous head. I used my hands to tilt the tip towards my mouth and leaned over. I told myself that I could stop at any time. I kissed the end right where his cum would come out. Without taking my lips of his cock I pushed down so about half the head was in my mouth.

"Still not a sound in the room as three people watched my first taste of black cock. I told myself again that I could stop as the rest of the head glided past my lips. I held it there, swirling my tongue around it massiveness thinking about me ... and you ... and the rest of our lives. I pulled off almost bolting for the door. No, I told myself. This is not me. I wasn't going to suck a black cock.

"A little bit of precum pushed up from the slit and trickled down the front. I took one hand and touched his fluid with my fingers. I wanted to plunge my mouth over the head and lick of the precum with my tongue. I convinced myself to be a lady. A lady wasn't going to suck black seed into her mouth. Instead I raised up over Dez's waist and straddled him, bending his shaft down enough that I could feel the hardness against the softness of my dripping cunt. I watched this same cock go in Patty. Kevin had cum in me so there was no doubt I'd be slick enough. The question was would I want a stretched gaping pussy like my fried has just shown me?

"I pushed firmly against the black cock that was going to change me forever. Dez nudged up a little. The head made room inside me for its girth. I was doing the fucking as the length of it started inside me. I heard Patty say way to go girl as she cheered me on. A black cock was in me. At first a couple inches as my vagina walls moved aside to let the intruder have its way. Then a couple of more inches. Then it was an inch or so, then less as I fucked the black man using all my strength to force his huge pole into my depths.

"I had cum a couple of times. Hell, probably three or four. All I knew for every inch inside me a wanted an inch more. I was making stupid fuck noises as I worked him in and out. Looking down I saw that I had already taken about as much as Patty had done earlier. It became a competition I was determined to win. Seeing the black cock in me was turning me on more than anything I had ever done before. But, it was the size. I didn't care what color it was anymore I just wanted it inside me.

"More went in. Not much to go as now I was watching myself talk every little part of an inch. Some part of me inside didn't feel right. It didn't hurt. I didn't feel anything rip or tear inside me. We'll it did hurt, but there wasn't much more to go. Did I have ten inches in me? Maybe eleven? There wasn't much left to see. Then we went pubic bone to pubic bone.

"I heard Dez's voice tell me congratulations woman, you've got certified twelve inches of black cock in your married white cunt. I started fucking him. He was fucking me back. I'd have three or fours inches out then pound back down on it. I was cumming about every two or three minutes. I was wanting Dez to send his seed into me. The uncomfortable feeling was gone. I guess I was just a white woman adjusting to getting black fucked.

"Dez started to grunt. He swelled inside me a little. Then I felt his spray his cum deep in my married cunt. Married cunt... married cunt ... white married cunt ... white married cunt. The words echoed inside my head. Dez rolled over on me and kept of fucking me. Kevin was fucking Patty. She didn't look as happy for me and a person should that goaded me into it. Just her look made me cum again. I felt Dez cum in me again. The man did love white pussy."

We pulled up to our garage. I stopped but didn't open the door.

"We kept fucking. Changing partners each time. Patty did get to the root with Dez's dick. It took a couple of tries, but she got it in her. Patty went home so she'd be there when the Bishop got home. She would be in no condition to fuck he husband after Kevin and Dez. That's when I called you to bring the dress and shoes.

"At the wedding Kevin introduced me to two more of the college buddies. From what I understood the five of them in college would gangbang a couple of girls with Dez being the main attraction. The groom was watched every second by his new bride. She was sweet, but suspicious of his friends. One of them wouldn't cheat on his wife. Donnie was the wild card. He had about seven inches like Kevin.

"Oh, I guess if I knew the size of his cock you know I let him fuck me a couple of times, too. His wife was with him so I had him once by slipping up to Dez and Kevin's room during the reception. Then later in the night after his wife was asleep he slipped out of his room to ours and fucked me again. He was pretty good with his cock but didn't cum a lot. At least not compared to what Dez and Kevin had be shooting up in me.

"So, that was Saturday night after the wedding. After the reception one or the other of them was in me the most of the night. You picked me up and here we are. Are you mad?"

I hit the button on the door opener and pulled inside the garage. We got out of the car and into the house without saying a word.

"You didn't answer me. Are you mad?"

"I don't think I am as much mad as I am I don't care. Fucking the Bishop shouldn't have happened. It was fun at first knowing you fucked another man. Then you kept it up and then screwed your boss. The idea being you cheated with one guy what would a second guy hurt if it helped you get promoted at work? Not to mention you just liked fucking someone other than your husband. Sloppy seconds were good, especially when you had me fuck you without telling me some one else had already cum in you.

"Now you assume if Patty found a fuck buddy you should have a new one, too. That would make three guys you let fuck you in less than a month. But, no not you Mary Beth. You let three more fuck you and go to some asshole's wedding as one of them's date, but still let all three of them fuck you and spurt cum in you for the whole fucking weekend. That why I don't care!"

"Patty is the Bishop's wife. She let four men fuck her in two weekends. I'm sure I'm not the only Mormon wife to get fucked by five men fuck outside the marriage."

"I have to go to work. Go fuck whoever you want! I told you I don't care."

Thank God it was Sunday. My last day at work in the old shack. Maybe me and Lorie Ann could do something to make it special. It felt good to back out of the garage and leave the nasty cunt alone.

Lorie Ann was in a good mood. The first thing she did when we were alone was fondle my cock. Thirty minutes into the shift I had cum in her mouth and watched her swallow it. But, not until after she showed me my cum sloshing it around in her mouth first.

"Nice trick. Now if we get a chance to fuck I won't be able to get it up."

"That's not what I saw yesterday. You had me ready to run away with you. And, I do like the way you eat my pussy."

We had the high counter desk in the front window. When she sat with her pants and panties hanging off one ankle I could sit in the desk chair and put my face right in her sweet little snatch. I made her cum, but she wasn't finished when the first truck rolled up the street and turned in towards our gate. It caught he kind of caught Lori Annin the middle of things which fucked with her mind.

The guy knew us both and although I checked his papers he got out of his truck to talk to Lorie Ann through the open shack window. To my horror I saw a little dab of cum on the tip of her collar. The driver noticed it as well.

"You've got a little something on your shirt," 

He pointed right at it. Lorie Ann pulled the material enough to see and sucked it up with her lips.

"That's what I get for feeding my ten month old after I dressed for work ... vanilla pudding ... very tasty."

When she licked her lips slowly with her tongue I thought the guy was going to cum in his pants. He drove kind of shakily into the plant.

"Why didn't you tell me I had your cum on my shirt?" Lori Ann scolded.

"I didn't see it. I was busy enough swallowing yours. God you were wet!"

She had her pants and panties hanging off her ankle again within seconds with me soon finishing what I had started. We had sex five times during the rest of the eight hour shift. For man of my age that wouldn't be possible unless you had someone 15 years younger sucking you got clean each time we fucked the way Lori could suck a cock.

It wasn't me the one that was so horny. It was Lorie Ann. We'd rest about a half hour and she'd have my zipper down and be sucking the head into her mouth. As soon as I'd be hard she would be spread and wanting it in her again. She was pretty quick about it, too. I'd make her cum then Lorie Ann would cum again when I'd shoot each smaller and smaller load in her. She even wanted me to go to her house after shift and fuck her before she picked her kids up from her mother.

Okay, I did that, too. It kind of made me understand my own wife a little better. When a woman wants cock she wants all the cock she can get.

When I got home Mary Beth was gone. A note was on the kitchen counter.

"Remember the man up the street that kind of flirted with me? We were talking and he told me his wife is out of town. By the time you read this if I'm not home I'll come by in the morning to get dressed for work."

Hell, everyone on the street flirted with my wife from time to time. She flirted back. I fixed something to eat and went to bed. I wasn't going around the neighborhood knocking on doors.

When she came in the next morning I pretended to be asleep. I could smell the cum in her. She took a dress, bra and shoes from her closet and left. I heard the shower come on in the other bathroom. When she left I got up to figure out what to do on my day off. Maybe see a lawyer?

The was a note on the counter next to the one she had left the night before.

"I know you were pretending to sleep. Had fun with the neighbor. He had almost as much down there as Dez. It's nice to learn that's in the neighborhood. Love, Mary Beth."

Yeah. I think I'll see that lawyer.

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