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Married to a Slut in the Midwest

By: otherpeoplesstories



This works best if you knew of my first wife. I didn't date in high school. Not even take a girl to a dance. I was a senior and she a junior. I had no idea who she was except she had a job taking tickets at the lunch room. I had graduated and was going to start classes at a business school in a couple of weeks. I had worked for a farmer since I was tens years old. On my last day of work my mother wanted to take me to an A & W drive in for chili dogs.

I was covered in dirt and very much enjoying my 5th hot dog when this person ran up to the car window and started talking to me. When she left my mother asked who it was and to be honest I did not know.

Anyway she knew my sister and at school my sister gave her my address . I was living going to school and driving an private ambulance & hearse at night. So, I got a couple of letters and didn't really care to respond. I was home every weekend to help my father or work Saturday for the farmer. My sister said I should at least call her. Her phone was always busy. My sister talked me into driving to her house. After some awkward moments I managed to ask her to a movie.

We dated on weekends and I called her during the week. My school was 70 miles from my home. I turned a lot of good dates and sure things down because one of us was going steady and engaged the next year. It took me several dates to get to second base, which is a hand on a tit where I came from. She said she didn't want to end up like her mother that got pregnant young and gave her up for adoption. The grandmother interceded and raised her.

On the same night I got my first feel for some titty, she had cracked her glasses that day. Because it was dark she did not know her glasses lens had fallen out, down her shirt, and into her bra cup. When I finally made my move I felt a nipple, but couldn't figure out what the hell the hard, smooth, oblong thing was just to the far side of the nipple. I knew about nipples, but was stymied by this new discovery.

Being as diplomatic as I am I decided before questioning my discovery that I should check out the other one. I guess once you feel one nipple that licenses you to feel the other one. Found the nipple, but that was all there was. I decided rather that spoil what was a good thing I played with the nipple that was all by itself.

When I turned on the car to take her home she looked out and could tell the lens was missing and started to look for it.

I told her I thought I knew where it was and explained it to her that I was relieved to learn it was not standard equipment for a boob.

I asked her to marry me at Christmas time and we set a date for the summer. Still holding out on the pussy. I wasn't allowed to touch it or pat anything in its general direction. I was stuck at second base.

With me 70 miles away I was surprised on a Thursday night in April during a phone call that she said that she decided maybe we should do it. I was surprised. She had to spell it out for me. The idea was what if we got married and weren't compatible for sex, or I just didn't like the way she did it we should know it now.

I found out several years later that behind my back she was seeing a kid in her class. This guy was a second cousin. Their grandmothers were sisters. She had gone to watch him play baseball after school. He took her home and with her grandma downstairs, her took her up to her bedroom. The had been involved in some make out sessions in the past and this time she let him fuck her. He ended up cumming in her and she was afraid she might be pregnant. So, two days later I rounded second base, blazed past third, and dumped my own load in the folds of home plate.

The good news from this was that the guy became a cop and pulled me over for a ticket. For some reason he told me about cumming in her back then and about how afraid he was that he might have to marry her. Then said he owed me one and went on to tell me he caught her with a couple of guys in a car behind a bar a couple of weeks earlier. I didn't get the ticket.

We got married in July of that year. I didn't get any more pussy until we married. Back then she thought vaginal foam was a good birth control. It might have been, but you are supposed to use it each time you do it and I just about wore that thing out on my wedding night without inserting a refill of the stuff.

Nine months later we had a daughter. She looks like me and my mother. Of course, I didn't know shit about what had gone on back home while I was away at school and supposedly engaged. I guess I'm lucky she looked like me.

It was ten years and two more kids later when I got suspicious that something wrong could be going on. Then I began to learn not only was she was engaged to me before we married but she was engaged in a lot of things with other guys.

After I started to wake up a bit things weren't so hard to figure out. My first suspicion came when I was sitting on the crapper. We rented a beat up old house back a country lane that had an added on bathroom that was starting to fall away from the house. I looked in towards the bedroom and they was something gray on the floor beside the bed.

After getting my ass nice and clean I went in to find that it was a cigar ash. Thinking of who I knew the one that came to mind was the guy that delivered the exchange salt tanks for the water softener. This guy was in his 50's and smoked these horrible stogies. Well shit! That can't be right. This guy smells from crawling under houses and into basements to replace those tanks. Always dirty, you'd have to be fucking kidding me.

The kids were outside playing so I thought it would be a good time to ask ...

"Say, Hon, why would we have a cigar ash by the bed?"

"Oh, is there? Well, the soft water guy was here today. He asked to use the bathroom. The door through to the bedroom was open. He said it looked like we had a nice bedroom and I showed it to him."

Silly me. Now I was all embarrassed. I decided to keep a watch out the next time the tanks got exchanged.

Then my wife and her girlfriend decided to take belly dance lessons. A woman in our small town gave lessons on Tuesday nights. That sounded pretty hot to me so my wife went while I watched the kids. I ran a business where I was out of town on most Wednesdays. My wife and her friend would practice what they learned from their class the next day when I was gone.

With me out of town any deliveries had to go to my house. The UPS guy and I were pretty good friends, so he would deliver anything I got on Wednesdays to my house. I didn't give it any thought those two were dancing while he was there until one day he mentioned it to me. They were in belly dance dress and the two of them danced for him a couple of times.

I asked her about it and she said they just happened to be practicing when he made the delivery. One Wednesday evening I came home and there was a Pepsi can in the trash. I was a regular coke drinker at the time and ask what was the deal.

"Oh sweetie, that was the UPS man. He ate his lunch while he watched us dancing."

I had a word with my friend and he said he thought they were stalking him. He would sometimes change his route to avoid their practice times and even stopping later in the day. He felt they would watch for his truck to come up my lane and begin dancing. Most guys deliver to the porch. My guy always got the invite in for a piece of pie or some kind of snack.

My wife didn't work and neither did her friend. When the kids were is school and I was at work anything could go on up the lane at my house and no one would ever know. I trusted my UPS guy not to be fucking my wife because I had seen his girlfriend, and he wasn't about to trade down from that hot little twat.

Then, like a lot of women, my wife liked to make "partial confessions". The kind like, "Oh, honey, I saw so and so today and he did or said so and so. His kids were there. Always the sealer to say it was alright ... the kids were there.

I got my I got my first one like this ...

My wife came in to my work looking a little flushed and flustered.

"Oh, honey, you won't guess what just happened. Anyway I was at the post office and my cousin Rich just came up to me for no reason, gave me a big hug and kissed me full on the mouth. I just know a lot of people saw him ... I was so embarrassed!"

I didn't know at the time, but this is the cousin that she let cum inside her, which netted me the pre-marriage pussy because she was afraid she might get pregnant and wanted me to think it was mine because we were engaged.

"You mean Rich, the guy that laughs like a donkey and has the teeth and face to go with it?"

"He's not that bad. He just laughs loud."

"So, he kissed you? Was it tongue and everything?" I'd have felt better if she hadn't jumped so quickly to defend his looks.

"Yes, my cousin Rich. He tried to get his tongue in my mouth, but I made him quit."

"What the fuck is wrong with him? What did you do to make him try that shit?"

"I don't know. We've always been close."

"Sounds to me there must be more between you and your cousin than most people would find natural."

"Well, it's not like we are first cousins!" Lynn got all pissed and stomped off an drove away.

When I got home I waited for the kids to finish their homework and sent them out to play. Lynn had been nervous all evening.

"Look, before we got married you kept the pussy all sewed up because you didn't want to be a whore like your mother. What do we have so far that I know about? You have the creepy water softener guy in your bedroom. You and your friend Sharon belly dance, mostly naked, for the UPS man. Now you are swapping spit with you cousin, who by the way, I can't stand in front of everybody at the post office."

"So, what?"

"So, what? What part of whore don't you understand?"

"That was all innocent. Haven't you ever flirted with somebody?"

"Hell no! Just what the fuck does marriage mean to you, anyway?"

I guess I was concealing something myself. I had flirted. This little gal, Judy. comes into my work all the time to buy things. Usually she has a kid or two with her. She had six. Sometimes she comes alone. She's was a cute little blond. Not much for tits, but sweet as honey, and a really nice ass.

Things got worse. I didn't know about Rich getting to fuck my wife before I married her at the time, but wondered what the fuck was the deal with the big kiss. The reason for telling me was probably because she thought someone else would.

The water softener guy's visits kept me checking around the bed for cigar ash and checking the sheet for pecker tracks or dirt from the basement on tank day. I even would give her a big hug and kiss when I got home. Ending with me squeezing her nipples a few times before trying to shove a finger in her cunt to see if it was wet. I guess she thought I was being romantic rather than performing a cum check.

Then one day I came home from work and saw the big truck track in the lane. I checked the water softener, sure enough, new tanks. So, I grabbed the wife, gave her big kiss, tweaked the nipples a few seconds, then started to work a hand up her dress. She put up a bit of a struggle so I made sure I'd try to get a finger in her cunt.

I worked a little magic and in spite of her trying to wiggle away a finger slid right in. Not like usual when you have to work along the cunt lips and into the opening to find some wetness. It was there! My finger popped right in. I was so impressed and surprised I got another finger in along side the first one. Then sawed them in and out a few times. Had a third one about half way in when she clobbered me along side the head.

She let out a scream and pushed me away. The kids came running and the dog tried to bite me. I always hated that dog. We explained to the kids that I accidentally stepped on her foot. The kids went back to watching cartoons and the dog laid under the table. Still close enough to attack if need be.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" She croaked in a hoarse whisper.

"Husband and wife things. I just wanted to play with your pussy."

"Well, just because we are married doesn't give you the right to try to shove your hand up inside me."

"It looked there for a minute it was about to go."

"Don't ever touch me there again unless I tell you it's okay to touch me there." The woman had fire in her eyes. The fire of a woman that just got caught with a pussy full of a some other man's cum.

I looked at my hand. The two fingers I got inside her were still wet. I waived them at her face.

"How do you explain this?"

"You stuck your fingers in me ..."

"I know that. Why are they covered in cum?"

"That's from me. I was reading a romance book. I got a little excited. Then I fingered myself a little. A little turned into a lot and really hard. I looked out the window and saw the kids walking up the lane from the school bus. I finger fucked myself to a huge orgasm just as they got to the porch. I didn't have time to clean up."

That threw me off. I never thought of my wife needing to masturbate. Let alone admit it that she did. It had to be a cover. She had to have fucked the man from the water softener company. I muttered and sputtered before getting the next words out.

"I know fucking sperm when I see it!" I must have gotten a little loud. The dog growled at me.

"That's me! I really came a lot." It was hard to believe these words were coming from my wife's mouth.

"I'm less than ten years from being a teenager. I remember what jizz in my hand looks like and I've eaten you enough times to know what your cunt juices are like. This stuff came from somebody's balls!"

"So, just what is the difference?"

"Well, for one thing, sperm would be salty and you would not!" I don't know what the fuck I was thinking. I licked my fingers. "Aha, the fucking shit is salty!"

I guess the look on her face told me how fucking stupid that was. I had water softener guy sperm in my mouth. She knew it. The signs of a little grin were appearing on her face. I wanted to spit right at her. I spit on the floor. The dog got up and went over and licked it up.

"So, is there something you want to tell me?" I tried to spit again and still sound menacing."

"No, I don't think so." She moved around to get past me and went into the bathroom. To clean out her sloppy cunt I suppose.

I let myself down in the chair. This took the wind out of me. At least now I can quit wondering if she is fucking around on me. If she fucked that guy, what the fuck are her standards? I wondered if the times I thought she was really wanting me to fuck her I was really getting sloppy seconds.

I did what every red blooded man would do in the situation. I went to talk to my mom.

Mom wasn't a lot of help. "Oh, she's such a sweet thing. She's the mother of your children. How could you possibly think that of her?"

I couldn't think of a way to explain shoving my fingers in my wife and pulling out cum to my mom, so I let that drop. Mom could see I was serious. Her theory was that I shouldn't make my kids suffer. That I should try to find a way to work things out with her. When your own mom is against you it gets be like you are all alone in the world.

Things were busy at work. When at home I tried to do more with my kids. I couldn't decide to try to set up catching the slut in the act or if I would be better off just not knowing for sure. Sex between us was pretty much over. When we did do it I was wondering if she was having a slow week and needed a cock in her. Any time I was fucking her I would wonder if she was comparing me to some other man.

Then I started paying attention to the little blonde with the nice ass. It was always pleasant to visit with her. She got to where she told me her husband worked for a company that kept him out of town most weeks. I could feel her getting a little more friendly as she would get close to me when we would talk.

After a couple of weeks of us getting a little more familiar Judy wore a t-shirt with a cartoon bunny with it's butt turned into view with the printed words "Everybody needs a little tail." She had her young daughter with her so there wasn't much I could say. To my surprise Judy held out the bottom of her shirt towards me.

"How do you like my shirt?"

"Very nice. It looks good on you."

"What do you think about the slogan?"

"I couldn't agree more."

When she put her shirt down my eyes should have gone up to her face. Instead they went to her crotch. Her jeans were into the split of her pussy lips and were showing a very nice camel toe. When I looked up she was staring at me with a big grin. Her daughter, Jennifer, had seen me enough that she liked me and sometimes she would have something to tell me. This time was the best ever ...

"My mom's not wearing any underwear."

"Jenny, honey, that's not something we need to tell people. I'm sure he's not the least bit interested if Mommy's not wearing her underwear today."

I was interested. I must be the dumbest person in the world when it comes to women. I don't think I've ever picked up a signal from any of them. Judy and her daughter hung around a few more minutes before paying me and left. Maybe going home to my cheating wife would be a little easier tonight. Skank pussy is better than no pussy and Judy had me worked up.

Half the time I was banging the old lady I was imagining she was someone else anyway. Tonight she gets to be Judy. When she goes to the toilet to wipe my cum from her pussy I'll be thinking I wished it were Judy trying to get rid of my big load of sperm.

Things didn't get better between us. I started riding my bike at night. I'd put the kids to bed before dark and pedal off. I never had a route planned. I'd just ride in the dark and stay out until midnight or later. I got to see some people doing things that they didn't know anyone could see them doing.

As much as being gone in the evenings was refreshing to my soul, my whore wife saw the chance to take advantage. Being sure I was gone gave her opportunity. I didn't know she was juggling three different guys interested in her affections. With the kids in bed and me out on my bike my wife started collecting the cock.

The first time I caught her with a man I had not gone far from home and hit some kind of trash on the road. I got thrown from my bike. This was before cell phones and it wasn't safe to go beat on someone's door in the dark. I half carried and half rolled my bike home. I got thrown and was a little sore from hitting the road when the bike flipped.

Finally arriving to my house I started the walk up the lane. There was just enough moonlight I could see that a car was parked about fifty feet off the road and to one side of my lane. Since we lived a about 300 yards off the road we sometimes would see tracks where someone had parked. Once we even found a used condom. Thinking I was catching either some teenagers or what you call your "consenting adults" either making out or naked I crept up on the car.

Peering inside, instead of maybe a shot at some teeny-bopper getting fucked I found an empty car. After briefly wondering where they had gone I realized someone was probably at my house fucking my wife. That fucking whore. I made note of the type of car and tried to remember the license number.

I got closer to the house and hid my bike in some weeds. Then I moved up towards my bedroom window. The bedroom was on the first floor and on the opposite side of the house from my yard light. The window was open. The curtains were back in an effort to get some breeze. I could hear the old box fan buzzing away beside the bed. 

The light by the bed was on, but it seemed dim. I looked in and saw she had put the shirt she was wearing when I left over the shade to diffuse the light. I could see a man pumping his cock into my wife. It was too dim for a lot of details. But, she definitely had a strange man fucking her in my bed. It was obvious that the soft water guy wasn't the only one she had fucked around on me with.


Married to a Slut in the Midwest



I felt sick to my stomach. I had accused her of cheating, but didn't have the details. Everything was in my head. But, now I was seeing it for myself. Some strange guy in my bedroom fucking my wife. She started to get loud. He got loud right along with her. The both had cum and he didn't pull out or anything. I could see his ass right where it would have to be for him to be buried in her, filling her with his sperm.

Nausea overcame me. I thought I puke right there below the window. Then I could hear him talking over the fan noise.

"I should probably get out of here before he comes home."

"No ... we have a couple more hours. You can fuck me again."

"If I'm much later my wife will wonder where I am."

Good, at least the guy fucking my wife had a wife of his own. Mine got up and went into the bathroom. She came back with a warn wash cloth and washed his dick and balls. She then used the same wash cloth of her sloppy cunt.

"Gee, I hate to wash that away. It looks like good stuff."

That was a little scary for me. My wife was on birth control, but she couldn't be trusted. Our first child came at ten months after our honeymoon. She couldn't figure why the pills didn't work. The second child, my son, showed up under the same circumstances. I had checked her pill count and knew the date we got the last prescription. She hadn't taken them for two months before she got pregnant. Same with last one. She went several months before getting pregnant with the youngest daughter. All this was okay as far as having the kids. The cunt just had to be the bitch to sneakily have them rather than being honest about wanting another kid.

Now this guy just dumped a couple of million sperm into her. Like I need to raise somebody else's kid. She flipped the wash cloth towards the bathroom and leaned over to take his cock in her mouth. The man got comfortable and my wife started to suck his cock in earnest. Fucking bitch! I'd try for blowjob and all I would get would be and kiss in the tip and maybe she'd taken the head in her mouth if I was lucky. Now her head was bobbing up and down on this guy's prick.

I strained to hear outside the window. The man's voice was anxious.

"Damn, Baby. If you keep that up I'm going to cum in your mouth."

"Go ahead. I probably need to let you get home to your wife."

"Oh my God! Here it comes. I could make out his hips rising up off the bed and my wife trying to get him all in her mouth."

Then it was quiet for a moment. I could hear my heart beating in my chest. The reality of all this was really kicking my ass. That's when I heard her start to talk. The dim light hit her face so I could see the look in her eyes.

"Whoa! I wasn't sure I was going to be able to swallow all that cum. Nice load, Sweetie."

Why was I thinking this might not be the first time for these two?

I stayed in the shadows. After a few minutes I heard the front door open and close. My wife walked the lane with her lover to his car. He was dressed, but she was stark naked except for flip flops. I watched them out of sight and waited. In a few minutes I heard his car start and my wife walked back towards the house. As she approached the front steps she stopped and put her hand between her legs and then licked her fingers. Before she licked I could hear her speak.

"Hey, little guys. I knew you wouldn't stay in there with Mommy."

I waited until after midnight to go into the house. The whore was asleep. I know she was asleep because she couldn't fake the I just got fucked look on her face. Now I've seen it for real. I wanted to spit at the slut.

The next night I left, but stayed near the house. No one came. The second night I left for a little longer ride. I checked the lane. I could see motorcycle tracks in the lane, then near the house, footprints along side. The motorcycle was next to the row of corn. The guy was back and pushed his motorcycle almost to the house.

I made my way to the window. Same situation. Dim Light. Open curtain. Some guy fucking my wife. Shit! I guess it is real. It became hard to deny her fucking around. I was sick to my stomach again. This time the guy had his back to me, fucking my wife dog style. She was making a lot of noise. I stayed back from the window a bit. The sounds told me he was cumming in her. I could imagine the seed sliding out of her around his cock.

We did the wash cloth routine again. She cleaned him up and went down on his cock. His shot a load into her mouth. Again, she swallowed it all. This time, however, her lover stayed and fucked her again. I could see her legs in the air. Him between her thighs and then dumping another load of cum in her.

I waited for her to go back in the house after seeing him off. I hit the road with my bike again until midnight. The ride wasn't long this time. They had fucked each other until almost 11:30 PM.

The kids were going to my Mom's for Friday night. I was going to work late and ride my bike from work. My wife was going to do some things at home. I could believe that!

I cruised into my lane at 9 PM. The lane was empty, but a newer brown pickup was parked right where I usually park. I went around to the bedroom window. The light was off. I was afraid they could see me. I could see a light shining through from the kitchen. The kitchen light illuminated the living room. The guy was fucking my wife on the couch where my kids sat to watch television. There was plenty of light to see. The curtains were open facing the driveway. I crawled and looked in the window.

She had his cock in her while she rode up and down on it with her back to him. This was my first good look at this dick. It didn't appear to be bigger than mine. I think I would have felt better had it been bigger. Maybe give her a reason to fuck him. She started bouncing up and down on him and I easily could hear her yelling.

"Come on, Baby. Give me that seed. Spray it against my cervix. I love your hard cock. Cum in me. Cum in me."

I hope she didn't have plans to get knocked up. He certainly did cum in her. A lot ran out. I hope it all did, but knew much was still clinging to her inner folds. Then I realized I didn't feel sick. I must me getting used to being ... what did they call it ... a cuckold?

Lynn sucked his cock and her fucked her again. Without the kids there I can't guess what else went on. I left. I pedaled into the night wondering how much money I could put together just to disappear.

I became more and more curious as to who was fucking my wife's nasty cheating cunt. I couldn't think of anyone with a green sedan, a brown pickup truck, and a black motorcycle.

The next day at work Judy came in with her husband. Judy and I had made a few flirty comments the last couple of weeks during my anguish over my wife. I didn't think Judy was the cheating kind. Just need some validation as a women. Especially with six children to raise.

I had only seen her husband, Conrad, one time. His friends called him Connie. I had the impression he was a real dick head.

"So, where are the children today?' I asked.

"The oldest daughter is watching the rest of them." 

She had told me she had kids from eighteen down to eight. She had also told me the two youngest were hers and Conrad's. The older four's mother had died in an accident. Judy was raising them. They all called her Mom.

Conrad turned out to be more crude that I had expected. "Yeah, I get her out by herself in case I need a blowjob."

Judy's face had a look of extreme panic as her eyes darted to my face. I tried to act like it didn't affect me.

"Well, it must be nice to get her out alone."

"And, she does give a great blowjob. We stopped on the way into town."

I thought Judy was going to cry.

"Sure, Babe. Just keep dreaming. Just keep dreaming." Judy tried to deflect the comment.

Then she had a little twinkle in her eye. It kind of made me think maybe they did stop and she did suck his cock for him.

Anyway, the guy was an asshole all right. He went around the other side of a shelf. Judy was giving me a look. I thought she wanted to say something me. I leaned closer to hear and she kissed me on the mouth. A fairly quick kiss, but with just a quick hit of tongue.

"Did you taste a blowjob in that anywhere? That fucking prick!"

Wow, I didn't say anything. But, that sure opened up another side of Judy I had never seen. It rattled me to my core. I had her pegged as a little angel. I just got to see the devil inside. Conrad bought a couple of items. Judy had a extra sway to her ass for me when they went out the door. I didn't know what the fuck to think.

By mid morning on Monday Judy had come in to see me. Apologizing for dumbass Conrad and his comments. 

"He finally has a good job after years of me riding his ass to find one and stick to it. He is gone from Sunday night until late on Thursday. As a trucker he can be crude. Sometimes I wish he wouldn't come home at all. I know he has girlfriends on the road. I feel like I am always competing with them. He likes big boobs and you can see what I have."

She squared her chest to me. There wasn't much more than an A-Cup there. But, she was so cute with her blue eyes and a really hardon inducing ass.

"I like the way you look. I'd be good to you if you were my wife."

"Your wife is so nice. I don't know how you can say that."

I was so conflicted and had no one to talk to. Even Mom took Lynn's side and wouldn't believe what a slut she is. Something made me open up to Judy as me being cheated on.

I told her about the boyfriend. She told me about Conrad's girlfriend that spent the night with him in a certain town on his route. I told Judy about me seeing my wife with the latest lover. She told me about her husband losing a good parcel delivery job by getting caught screwing a fat housewife. We exchanged a few more. She had more to tell than I did. All in all we realized we both had shitty marriages. What I didn't know was that she was already getting her revenge.

When I told about taking bike rides to get out of the house she seemed to like the idea.

"Why don't you come to see me?"

"I'm not exactly sure where you live. What would I do?"

She told me how to find her house and told me to tap on a window when she was in the kitchen.

"Just tap on the window. I'll come outside to see you."

I was a little nervous, but I was in her yard the next night. I got around to the kitchen window. Judy was inside with the kids. She was sending a couple of them to bed. There were all milling about. Six kids do a lot of milling. Finally only two kids were up and Judy was making popcorn. When the corn was done popping I tapped in the window. She heard me and put her face to the glass to look out. I got into the light for her to see me. She got a big grin and motioned for me to stay put.

Who was at my house with my wife didn't concern me at all at the moment. In a few minutes Judy came out her front door and walked to me.

"I can't believe you really did this. You are crazy." She stepped to me and we hugged. She asked me about my ride out to see her and said the kids weren't usually up this late. It was about 10 PM. She said she had to get back inside, but would see me the next day.

The next day dragged by until she came in before going to do something at the school for the kids. She came in with the eight year old. She bought some things and when she went to pay she sent Jenny to the car to look for a couple of dimes. That gave us a break. Judy hugged my arm and commented about me coming to her house again. Right before the kid hit the door she gave me a soft kiss and thanked me.

As she got ready to leave my phone rang. It was back in the day when you could buy your own phone, but the good ones still came from the phone company. Judy watched me pick up the phone.

"Oh, I'd love to have one of those. I wouldn't know how to hook it up tough and the phone company charges about thirty dollars."

"I know this guy at the phone company. I can get one for you for free."

"I still wouldn't know how to hook it up."

"I could do that for you. I hooked up this one."

As soon as she was out the door I was on the phone to my buddy to get her a phone. He dropped off a phone on his way home. The next day I told her I had her phone in the store. It was a fairly new style at the time, with the push buttons in the handset and a long cord.

"You don't work Wednesdays, do you? Why don't you come out tomorrow. The kids get on the bus by eight."

I told her I'd be out about nine. I parked in her driveway. I only had to hook up two wires to get the phone working. She handled it like it was the best thing she ever had given to her. She looked nice. A little heavy on the makeup. She was wearing a T-shirt that was one size too small and some tight short shorts. She looked good. She hugged me and kissed me on the lips while thanking me for the phone.

"How about some pie and coffee? I need to repay you for your deed somehow."

I didn't like coffee. I didn't let on. I wanted to spend some more time with her. She didn't have anything to eat herself. Said she just wanted to watch me. I stalled as long as I could and told her I had better be going.

Wednesday was my day to pick up supplies for the store. I sold a lot of electronics. After leaving Judy I drove my eighty miles to my supplier. When I got back to the store the phone rang as soon as I got in the door. It was Judy's voice on the other end.

"I thought you would show up there. I still have a problem."

"Oh, didn't the phone work?"

"No, it's fine. I talking to you on it now. I get my new phone and now my stereo player is acting up. When I try to play a record the arm sometimes won't lower and sometimes it skips. Is that something you could fix?"

"I could look at it for you."

"Would you want to come out right after the kids get on the bus in the morning?"

That would work. I had my store open from 10 AM to 6 PM except Wednesday. The next morning I told the old slut good bye early and told her I had some things to to pick up at another supplier close by. I got to Judy's place when I could just see the bus in the distance. I parked and rang the bell.

Judy answered the door wearing a while, mostly transparent, gown. I could feel my mouth drop open. She motioned for me to follow her. I was focused on her ass. I wondered how it would look naked. Now I could almost tell.

"I'm sorry if I got her too early."

"You're not early."

"I just thought you didn't have time to dress."

"I'm wearing what I want to wear ... for now."

She pointed me towards the misbehaving equipment. I turned on the power and lowered the arm. The needle set perfectly in place and played the whole first song with no problem.

"Looks like it is working just fine."

"Maybe I was wrong. What are you going to do to me?" I loved the impish smile.

"I guess if it's working you're all set."

"No, I'm not. What is it going to take to get you in bed with me?"

"Oh, my God. I had no idea ...!'

"Well, if you had no idea, you missed a lot of clues."

She started up the stairs. I followed right behind. At age 31 I was getting my second different piece of ass. My mind raced to my wife at home. What if I got caught? Then I guess I have one coming. Fuck her. Well, really not to fuck her. I had a shot at Judy.

It was more than a shot. She pulled off her gown and laid back on the bed so she was held up by both hands behind her. I hadn't see a lot of tits, but hers were different. One side was bigger than the other, but both were small. She had great nipples that were standing erect. I liked them. She held up her butt and took off her panties. She now sat nude with the beaver pointed right at me. More determination than modestly here.

I fumbled with my clothes while looking at her cunt. It was different in that my wife had more of a slit with lips hanging out while Judy had much more hair and had big puffy lips. I could see the inner lips peeking out past the outer ones.

"Is there anything you want me to do first?"

"No, I want you to fuck me."

"I wanted to be sure you were ready."

"Look at my pussy. Doesn't it look ready to you?"

It did actually. Some pussy juices was entangled in her pubic hair. She was absolutely ready to go. By then I had reached for my undershorts and were pulling them down. My erect penis popped into view.

"You have a nice cock. I like the way it looks. The head looks so smooth. I'd much rather know how it feels inside me and have you filling me with your sperm."

There wasn't anything for me to say. It would have stumbled across my tongue had I tried. I got between her legs. She reached down and guided me in her. She was so slick inside. My wife got wet, at least she used to, Judy was slick like glycerin. Her pussy aroma filled my nostrils as I began to slowly fuck her.

That's how I seduced Judy ...

I lasted a pretty long time. I didn't say a lot, but Judy like to chatter while fucking.

"That feels so good in me. Just like I knew it would. And, you are going so deep."

"I am?"

"Yes, you are a couple of inches longer that him and your head flares out like a plum on the end. You are driving me crazy."

I was flattered. I could feel myself bumping against the bottom of her cunt.

"When you get ready to cum, cum in me. Don't pull out. And, for God's sake, don't stop."

Her nipples where really sticking out from her little breasts. I took one into my mouth. It made her groan and buck her hips harder at me.

"I can't believe how long you are lasting and how deep you are getting into me. Conrad has a shorter pecker. Plus, he puts cream on it that is supposed to make him last longer. I couldn't imagine with the time he lasts now if he didn't use it. Keep fucking me. I really need this. It took me so long to get you to fuck me."

"Okay. Point taken. I'm a slow learner."

We fucked each other for almost a half hour. When I couldn't help but cum I dumped quite the load in her. She had already cum twice with me fucking her, but we came together and it rattled the windows. She put her feet in the air and started convulsing under me and a huge orgasm hit her when she felt my sperm release into her vagina.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Don't ever stop. I love you cum inside me."

We laid there still connected for several minutes. I wanted to never pull out. We didn't say anything. I loved looking into her blue eyes. My wife's eyes were brown. Then we started to speak. I loved the Carolina accent in her voice. I loved everything about her.

My cock barely lost any of its hardness. Laying there with it still in her I could feel our juices running out between my cock and her cunt lips. It started getting me rock hard again. Judy noticed and started a slow rocking of her pelvis into me. I started to grow back to a full hardon and she started taking advantage. She started to cum and made appreciative noises to go with it.

We fucked like that for another hour. I felt super human. Then we showered for me to get to work. That led to us fucking each other like crazy before we even got dried off. We showered again. I went to work. It was noon when I got there.

Right before her kids were to get home from school Judy called me.

"I went to sleep right after you left. I wanted to call you and thank you. I still have some of your cum in me. Conrad will be home tonight. I'm leaving your seed in me. I loved waking up knowing your cum was inside me. I hope we can do this again next week."

I assured her I was looking forward to it.

"Some guys get to feeling bad about cheating on their wives and don't want to do it again. Will you come and fuck me?

"Yes, I will be there."

"There's the bus. Talk to you later." She hung up the phone.

It was months later before her comment hit home. She had experience with guys that felt bad about cheating? That would turn out to be haunting to realize this angel fucked around. Fucked around a lot.




Married to a Slut in the Midwest



Friday night I stopped by the post office. Our insurance agent was there dropping off mail. We spoke and I looked towards his green sedan. I looked back at him. Then the sedan. Hal was the guy fucking my wife. The son of a bitch. I never pictured him with a pickup or a riding a motorcycle. And, he takes my money and fucks my wife.

I never looked at my wife as a prize. She was good with the kids and did love to fuck. Hal's wife, like him, was in her fifties. She looked like she would be better adapted to fucking a football.

Between my affair with Judy and knowing my wife was fucking my insurance agent it was some bad shit. Not a good time in the life of a boy raised on a farm in a church going family. I felt elated and depressed at the same time. Anybody have a pill for that?

I was still dealing with my insurance man fucking my wife. After a week or so of seeing him in the green sedan, Gary a neighbor of ours came in my store. I hadn't ever paid any attention, but Gary was driving a brown pickup truck.

"Did you get a new truck Gary?"

"No, I usually just drive it for work."

I grew up in a rural area in farm country. The town had about a thousand people and the surrounding farm area another thousand. I rented an old farm house and Gary lived around the corner in the next mile. I usually would see his wife Marty when their kids and our kids played together.

So, now Gary is fucking my wife? Unlike my insurance man getting an upgrade, Gary had a lot better deal in Marty than he was getting with fucking my wife. I guess it was Marty didn't put out much or Gary just liked to fuck around. Marty looked like she was built to fuck. My wife looked more like a cum dump. Which I guess might just be what was going on.

It was coming to me that instead of a guy with three different modes of transportation, it was three fucking my wife in a space of four days. Like I said a cum dump. Not that me imagining she was someone else when I fucked her didn't make her a cum dump to me, too. Before I got to fuck Judy I pretend my wife was her. So, yes ... cum dump.

I was still getting out on the bicycle most nights. Most nights I'd ride by Judy's house. There were several nights she would drag a blanket out to the swing or we would fuck in the yard. By then the older kids were catching on. If she would call me when they were home I could hear them walk by and ask her if she was talking to her boyfriend again.

Then one night disaster happened. Judy had slipped out the front door and we met on the side of the house. Just after us finishing a hot kiss her her older daughter came around the corner from the back carrying a big knife.

"You aren't going to cheat on my Dad!"

She startled both of us and we looked towards her. The knife scared the shit out of me.

Then she stopped and said, "Oh, My God, it's you!

That almost seemed to calm her down. Judy said I needed to leave. I don't know what was said after that. I guess the word didn't get back to old Connie about me coming out to see his wife because I saw them together that weekend and nothing was mentioned.

With things going badly I decided to ride home early. I arrived at my house about 10 PM. The brown pickup truck was parked halfway up my driveway. It was that God Damned Gary fucking my wife again. I couldn't get enough light in the bedroom to see if it was him for sure. But, I got the idea to ride the mile around the corner to see if his truck was home.

I got there and the truck was not in the driveway. I hid my bicycle and went around the house to see if he had parked it around by the barn. Still no brown truck. Then on the way back to the road I happened to look back at the front door. I thought I could see Marty naked walk over to a recliner. I did a little retrace of my steps and I could see it was indeed Marty and she was naked.

Earlier I mentioned Marty being pretty hot. I decided to get a closer look. I eased up to the front door glass and looked in just as Marty was putting her knees in the recliner. She was positioning her pussy over some guy's cock. As she lowered herself down on it I was wondering two things. First, where where her two little kids. In bed I guess, but I was really looking at this guy's dick as Marty plunged up and down on it.

I can't remember seeing a man with a hardon like this guy. It was like a fucking pyramid. The base was about the size of a beer bottle then it tapered up about eight inches to where it was only about an inch and a half at the top with a cockhead that looked like a marble. Marty wasn't having an trouble taking the whole eight inches as I could see her cunt lips spread when she bottomed out on the thing.

By this time I wasn't sure where to go. Seriously though, a lot of my life seems to be affected by what I see through windows. I stood in the weeds across the road from Gary's house. I could still see Marty's naked back. The house was only about 50 feet off the road. I waited about 30 minutes and I could still see Marty moving up and down like she still had to be on this guy's cock.

The time had come for another look to be sure. Hell, I didn't want to hurry home anyway. As I got about 10 feet from the door I could see that Marty's had turned around on the guy's cock so she was fucking him with her back to him and her tits and pubic mound was facing the door ... and me. She was a good looking woman. You couldn't tell by the clothes I'd see her wear, but naked this was one hot cunt.

I was puzzled. Why would Gary want to fuck my wife with Marty looking this good. And, from where I stood, albeit I was peeking through her window, she was a very intense fuck. A couple of cars went by and I had to hide at the end of the porch. I got back in time to see her shove herself down on the pyramid cock and the guy scream out as he shot a load of cum into her. When she stood up off the guy a stream of cum ran down on to what I hope was Gary's recliner.

Another car went by and I went to hide across the road. I didn't want to be bicycling when this guy left. Before I got a chance to move again the guy came out the front door and went to the side of the porch where I had been hiding. He came out with a bicycle of his own and pushed it to the road. He took off like hell when I saw more headlights coming. The guy ditched himself up the road into the weeds. He could have kept going because the headlights turned out to be the brown pickup. It pulled into the driveway and Gary went in the front door. Missed the guy fucking your wife by ten minutes. Fuck you Gary!

I live in a crazy fucking world. I wanted to know if Gary seemed suspicious of anything going on with Marty, but that would involved another case of me looking into a window. I rode off into the night.

Things were off for a few weeks. I even missed a couple of Wednesdays with Judy. She still came in the store and called me in the afternoons when she knew I wouldn't be busy. I kept bike riding at night. If it weren't for the kids I wouldn't go home at all. It was all I could do to look across the table at my cum dump wife at dinner.

One Tuesday night came along when I just wasn't in the mood to ride. I played with the kids a little later before putting to be and started to settle in. My wife confronted me about riding my bike.

"Aren't you going bike riding tonight?"

"No, I think I'll just hang here tonight. I've been tired and feel worn out."

"But, you always go riding on Tuesday nights."

"And, this Tuesday I decided not to ride."

"You can be a real cocksucker sometimes! Do you know that?"

It seemed to me that some poor guy may have to dump his cum in his own wife for change. 

Judy had called me that morning and said she wanted to see me. But, rather than at her house she wanted to meet at a park in the county seat. I thought she was overreacting to getting caught by her daughter. Or, at the worst Conrad, her husband, had gotten wise. I was really taken back when she met me and said she wanted to end our affair because it was affecting her family too much.

Women! My whole life had been directed towards Judy. It helped take the pain out of my own miserable marriage. Then she had a big crying session and I ended up fucking her in her car. We left with the word that she needed a little bit of time and she would call me.

I was about three hours early, but I decided to go home. Spending the time with the kids would cheer me up. I got to the house. The youngest was taking a nap and the older two were watching television. I didn't see their mother. A look out the kitchen window revealed Mr. Riley's old truck was out at the barn. When I asked where their mother was the kids told me she had taken a glass of sweet tea out to Mr. Riley.

Mr. Riley's mother owned the farm. The house we were renting had been the old homestead. The Riley's built a new house on another farm they owned. They rented this one out, but still kept equipment in the old barn. There was a workshop and a welder out there that I used myself sometimes. I was used to seeing Rob Riley's old truck out there. The house was in a lot worse shape than the barn. Even though it was time to burn the place down the fifty dollars per month rent was impossible to find anywhere else and it was out in the country.

The first thing I noticed was the half empty glass of tea setting on the work bench. Humidity droplets were running down the side, making a dark spot on the wood. One of those big pedestal fans, mounted to an old wheel rim on the floor, was laboring away to move the air. Not seeing Mr. Riley or my wife I moved to look around. I guess the noise from the fan kept them from hearing me.

Off to the side where the shop ended were some old bales of straw. One bale was moved aside and my wife was on it on her knees, naked from the waist down. Rob Riley was behind her, sliding his cock in and out of her swollen cunt. The fan still concealed the sound I probably made when I first saw them. This was the first time I actually saw her fuck another man with an unobstructed view. I wasn't twelve feet away. I could see him push in and her cunt lips following him back out. I got there at just the right time to see his ass clenching as he shot a load into her wanting snatch.

Rob pulled his cock out. A stream of sperm rolled out of her and dripped onto the dirt and straw covered floor. This was hard to understand. Rob is a nice guy, but his mother is almost ninety and he talks about his Social Security check so he is over 65 and I figured about 70 years old. His cock was good size and obviously still hard, but what the fuck is with my wife?

Rob was the first to see me ...

"Oh, Shit! You almost gave me a heart attack. How long have you been there?"

"Oh, just a few minutes."

My wife was just starting to wipe her cunt on a rag when she spun around and saw it was me. Kind of funny, after fucking a seventy year old farmer she held the rag to where I, her husband, couldn't see her soaked pussy.

"What are you doing Rob?" I asked

"I guess no point in lying about it. I was fucking your wife. Put a good load into her, too."

"I saw that part, Rob. Well done ... I'm just glad you didn't have to wait in line. So, why are you fucking my wife?"

My wife in the mean time had put on her panties and shorts, called me a cocksucker again, and went to the house to tend the kids.

"Well," Rob Riley continued, "You've been living here a couple of years. About six months ago I was out here working. It was the first of the month. You wife came out and told me you hadn't left money for rent and wondered if it was okay to be a few days late. The money goes to Mom and she don't need it anyway. So, I said that would be fine."

"Okay?"

"Then in about twenty minutes your wife came back out dressed a little more revealing and carrying a glass of sweet tea that she offered me. She got a little close in my comfort zone and acted kind of silly and flirty, if you know what I mean. My wife has been sick and hadn't really wanted to fuck anyway for the last ten years or so. So, here was your little cunt wife standing right within my reach acting like she wanted fucked."

"She did?"

"Oh, my yes. It may have been fifty years since I touched someone other than my wife, but I did okay with the ladies before that. So, there I was thinking I'd like to get some pussy and there was your wife with hers practically dripping down her legs. It seemed like she wanted me to kiss her or make some kind of move. Rather than doing that or grabbing her tits, I cupped her crotch in my hand and squeezed her pussy for her. Five minutes later I was fucking her on this bale of straw for all she was worth."

"And, this started six months ago?"

"Yes, and early the next week I was out here working again and she brought me out another glass of sweet tea. She asked me if I enjoyed the last time. I assured her that I did and she wondered if we did it again if she would still have to pay me the fifty dollars in rent. I told her I had to give fifty dollars to my mother each month, and that a piece of ass wasn't worth that much to a man my age. She told me I could come over whenever I wanted."

"So, that was the deal?"

"We set it that I could fuck her every week if I wanted and she would spend the rent on herself and the kids. The first couple of months it was a lot more than that and she was all for it. She said that whenever I built up a load that she had a place for it. Said she like the feel of it when I'd deposit my load of cum in her.

"It doesn't bother you that your are cheating on your wife that is ill?

"This is far from love. I love my wife. She is always the shy lady. It was even hard to catch her naked in the light. When we fucked she was quiet and shy. Even after our four kids her cunt was always tight and a challenge to get into. You just saw my dick. I've got about seven inches. It's not going to hurt a woman. But, I come to fuck your wife and she lays back and points that pussy right at me. The whole thing seems to bloom. The center opens and drips cunt juice in anticipation of me fucking her. My cock goes right in. I fuck her about fifteen minutes and dump my load. I see it as Win-Win for all of us."

"That's funny ... something about what you said that you come over and dump your load in her. That kind of goes with a theme I've been entertaining. She's been fucking a lot of married guys. They come over, fuck her, dump their load, leave."

"Yes, that's my point. You wife is a cum dump. You'd have to be an idiot to fuck her and not know that!"

"Oh, I don't fuck her."

"Good for you. Take it from an old man. Find yourself someone nice. Get rid of the bitch. I enjoying fucking her. I sure as hell wouldn't want to be married to her."

"I don't want to be married to her either."

Stupid me. I thanked Rob for the good advice. I shook his hand and went to the house. I hated to face my wife. I hated knowing she was even in my house.

"You stupid cocksucker. You can never just leave things alone, can you?"

"Great, I get yelled at because you are fucking half the husbands on this side of the county. And, fucking the old man for the rent money? Once a week? You agreed to fuck him every a week for fifty dollars in rent. You are fuckinig guys for twelve dollars?"

"You don't have much say so over that, do you know? C-o-c-k-s-u-c-k-e-r?

Deranged! But, is it me or her? I packed my clothes and some other stuff. Got all my guns but one. I left one in case she needed to protect herself although I couldn't imagine would happen to her that she wouldn't enjoy. I moved in the back of my store wishing I could talk to Judy.

My wife made it very difficult to see the kids. With me gone she was finding guys to spend the night. My daughter, the youngest at five years of age says to me.

"Mommy played a trick on us the other night. When we put ourselves to bed Mommy was already in bed with Pat. When we woke up she was in bed with Kenny instead."

I don't know why, but a few nights later I thought maybe I should go out to see how things were. The motorcycle that usually was parked in the first row of corn was right in front of the porch in the yard this time. It's kind of hard to hide chrome in the moonlight. Inside I heard a laugh I knew. Mike had been my best man at my wedding. This third man in the puzzle had been my best friend since 7th grade.

I think he hurt me more than she did. Maybe I could fuck his wife. Except she was so fucking fat I'd have to fuck her twice so she could feel it. And, fat chicks having good personalities and pretty faces ... not this cunt.

Maybe that could work the knowledge of Mike and my wife to my advantage. Mike & Donna had inherited an old house in town from her uncle. It was like seven bedrooms and they lived in part of it and rented apartments in the rest. I needed an apartment. Mike was amongst a group fucking my wife. Maybe we could work a deal.

I had lived there about a month. When the rent was due Donna came to me and told me how much she enjoyed me being there. She had been nice to me and I had started to like her a bit. She didn't seem as fat and some of the ugly wasn't as noticeable. I hadn't had any pussy since Judy said she needed some space. I tried to picture myself wallowing around in Donna ... maybe even finding her slit.

"Mike and I have been talking about you and how you fit right in the house."

My God! I think to myself, I'm going to be invited for a threesome! No, not that. Not even close!

"Mike and I want to move to something smaller. Where there aren't renters around all the time. Someplace nicer for the kids. We wanted to ask if you would like to buy this place and we could buy a smaller one. We only have one other renter right now. It would be a good investment for you."

"Right now I only have three or four thousand available."

"That would be fine. We only need two thousand down at this place we found. We could use your payments to make our payments."

I remembered part of Judy's reason to need some time was that if she got caught she would need a place to live with six kids. This would do it. I could boot the renter and convert the house back to single family. 

I talked to Mike.

"Donna asked me about taking your house off your hands. Were you afraid to ask me yourself because you have been fucking my wife?"

"Aw Shit! I was hoping you didn't know about that. I'm sorry, buddy. Donna and I had a few little spats. I know Donna isn't someone you would look at as wanting to fuck her, but the sex is good and it gives me a chance to relieve my balls. It had been a couple of weeks and I had to jack off a couple of times while Donna was mad at me."

"And, then ...?"

"And, then Lynn came up to me in town and made some sex reference about I looked like I was under a lot of pressure. I hated to make the move on you wife man. It was like all I had to say to her was that I need to fuck her. Your wife is in pretty good shape and, of course, you know Donna."

Soooo ...?"

"So, she told me I should come out to the house some night if I thought I needed a little release. Man, I didn't know if she was teasing me, offering me a hand job, or offering to suck my cock, or what. I know she is your wife, but without sex with Donna and me just wondering what the fuck she was up to I asked her when would be a good time."

"Was there a good time?"

"I about passed out when she said to come out after the kids were asleep at nine. I made an excuse with Donna and rode my motorcycle out to see your wife. I was afraid she would shoot my ass or have Donna come out and shoot my ass. Instead, when I got there she met me in the lane and gave me a big kiss before I even had my feet on the ground."

"What did you do?"

"Before I even figured out what was happening she had me in your bed and was guiding my cock straight into her. I was right into it and fucked her with the best I had. It was cool to be able to get right up to a cunt for a change. It took her about ten minutes to drain my balls. We fucked twice more and I unloaded my balls into her."




Married to a Slut in the Midwest



"Then your story is that you felt bad about fucking my wife, but need a place to deposit your sperm?"

"Man, I didn't feel bad about. I needed to cum and she loved me shooting my cum into her."

"So, if Donna were to find out your story is that you love your wife, but my wife made a good place to dump your cum?"

We agreed on a cheap price and they settled for only the two grand down they needed. I started a remodel. A week or so later I noticed my wife circling the block a lot and staring at the house. One Saturday she came to the door with my Mother. They asked for a tour. Couldn't say no to Mom. At the end my Mom stopped at the door to speak.

"Your wife wants to ask you something."

"Who? Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot about that."

I knew my wife was pissed because I moved out and bought a house while leaving her and my kids in a rented dump.

"You left me with your kids in a rented dump."

"I agree I left you in a dump, but we both know you don't pay rent. I figure by now you have thought of a way to turn a profit. Have you ever got paid for what you do?"

My mother seemed pissed at this time as well. My wife went on to speak.

"If I forgive you and take you back will you raise the kids with me?"

"Forgive me?"

"Yes, I can forgive you."

"I have just two words to say ... C-u-m D-u-m-p! ... Get the fuck off my porch."