39 comments/ 59914 views/ 11 favorites My Wife Does NOT Screw Around Ch. 01 By: FantasizeALot Disclaimer: According to the psychological definition, "denial" is a subconscious mechanism that shields us from thoughts, feelings, or events that would otherwise cause us harm. It protects us from what we can't handle right now. It isn't something we do knowingly. * My name is Bob Green. I love my wife Debbie with all of my heart, and no matter what our friends says, she does not screw around. She is one of those women who just seem to get more beautiful as she aged and developed laugh lines. Most people wonder how I could keep her as we seem so different. Her beautiful and outgoing, me rather plain and quiet. She is a registered massage therapist and maintains a massage room in our home. I'm not allowed in there, client confidentiality and legalities, you know. She also has a folding portable massage table with handles that she takes out to client locations, such as their homes or offices. Sometimes they even rent a room at one of the many by the hour motels if that is what is convenient. She keeps odd hours sometimes, as she feels it's an advantage to be flexible in respect to her client's availability. Sometimes she has early morning bookings, lunch usually, and sometimes even into the evenings. I'm an accountant, which most people find boring. I work in a nearby business district, 8-4. We live alone, as our only son is away at university. To accommodate her schedule, I make dinner late, and she tries to make it as often as possible, even if she has to go back out later. This hectic schedule means I do most of the housework, shopping, laundry, and yard work. It's a big help to her, and she says she doesn't know what she would do without me, which makes me feel special. I was just finishing making Chicken Cacciatore for dinner when she walked in. "Sweetie pie," she called. "I'm home." I ran to greet her, to take her bags, and to get a hug. Then I saw the envelope under her arm. "You got another one, no postmark again," she stated. Odd, I had just checked the mailbox ten minutes ago hoping to spare her this. I threw it down on the coffee table and told her dinner was ready so we should eat first. She told me all about her day. I don't share much because accounting is not very interesting to others. A dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher, then fixed her a drink and joined her in the living room. "Go ahead and open it dear, let's get it over with." "Oh alright," I said, as though there was a chance I wouldn't have listened to her. The address was typewritten, to me, and contained several 8x10 photographs. "More of the same," I declared. "Nasty photos of that same slut taking cocks in every hole. Why send these to me?" As was our custom, I looked at each one and then handed each to Debbie to scrutinize. The first was simply the slut on her knees, sucking a rather large cock, taken from about 10 feet away and over her left shoulder. The man's head was cut off. "The woman has the same shape of Celtic tattoo on her lower back as you do," I said. We had discussed this point before, with other envelopes of pictures. It was wide across her lower back but pointing down toward her ass crack. "They are so common for the location due to the shape," she offered, not for the first time. In the second photo the slut had straddled the guy's lap and his cock was visibly entering her. Taken from behind, his face was hidden by hers as they kissed. "She has your hair," I declared as I handed the photo to her. "You think so?" she queried. Truth is it was hard to say unless they were recently taken, since Debbie seems to change her hair style and colors weekly. In the third photo, from the same angle, she was holding his cock and apparently trying to work it into her asshole. "What a slut!" I said disparagingly. In the last photo the guy knelt over the woman and was shooting his cum all over her face and tits. Beautiful C cups, like Debbie's, although obviously not as pert as my darling's. In the lower portion of the photo, a red rose tattoo graced her lower belly, just above her pussy on her right side, where my wife has the exact same tattoo in the same place. I handed it to her, commenting on what a coincidence it was to have two tattoos in the same place as hers. "Well, I suppose darling, but again a rose is so common. I mean what else does a woman put above her pussy, and it would likely be on one side or the other." "You're right my dear, of course, I'm just saying it's such a coincidence. Want another drink?" "Yes please. Then you can rub my feet." When she raised her skirt to allow me to remove her pantyhose, I noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear. "I thought I saw you pull panties on when you got dressed this morning, dear." "Oh I had a little accident, trying to hold my pee until after an appointment," she explained. They're in my purse." "Oh, good, at least you didn't have to throw them away again. That gets expensive." "Yes, but then we get to go shopping and have you pick me out new ones to wear, and I know how much you love that." It was true; she was doing me a favor I guess. She opened her purse and held out a pair of red panties. "Make sure you hand wash them darling." "Well of course dear," I said in a tone like I was insulted I'd need to be told. I mean, really. I examined the red panties as I held them, and as usual they were white and crusty in the crotch. Debbie always seemed to ooze pussy juices. I couldn't resist putting them to my nose and inhaling deeply. There were stains, but it didn't smell like pee. "Now, now," she said. "You can have your fun sniffing my panties later. I blushed, feeling embarrassed that she knew me so well. I rubbed lotion into her feet, and began telling her about a visit we received last evening while she was out. Richard Tallet, one of our long time friends dropped by to see me. He said he was sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but he felt it his duty to tell me. "My goodness, tell you what?" exclaimed Debbie. "Well, to put it bluntly, that you were fucking around behind my back." "The nerve," she hissed. "Richard is such a dick. And what proof did he offer with such scandalous accusations?" "None really. Blurry pictures on his cell phone at various parties. There was a series from the Brocks' Christmas party with some people I recognized all over some tramp in a short little Santa dress and hat. Remember that outfit you wore?" "Yes, me and half the women there." "Right," I said. "Well he showed me pictures of her over someone's lap getting her bare ass spanked, her partners cupping her ass while slow dancing, sitting on someone's lap with his hand between her thighs, even one where she was going down on a guy in a Santa suit." "White or Black?" "Red." "Not the suit, the cock." "Oh. White." "Was it a nice one?" "What?" "Santa's cock. Was it nice? Big?" "I didn't really pay that much attention honey, but I think it was rather thick." "Mmmmmm," she crooned. "Anyway, the idiot claimed the tawdry tart was you! He mentioned how I nearly always come home by myself before midnight to get a good night's sleep and he claimed that's when you really let loose, drinking shooters and partying like a college girl on Spring break. I told him I couldn't tell from the quality of the pictures who it was, and he got upset that I wasn't seeing what he saw. 'Right there man' he would say - 'that's your wife' - but by this point I was telling him I wouldn't hear any more of it." "Good for you," Debbie clapped. Encouraged by her support, I added "And then I told him point blank that if he valued our friendship, he would not say anything further against my wife, as I wouldn't stand for it." "Bravo," she said. "Would my hero like to get me another drink?" I practically strutted with pride as I walked to the kitchen and back. "Am I too small?" I asked, knowing the answer. "The guys at the gym seem so much bigger." "Dear, we've been over this. You know I can barely feel you inside me, even in my ass, but you make up for it in other ways. You have a very talented tongue and most of all you always want to please me." "I know it helps you sleep if you get off," I acknowledged. What I was really thinking, though, was maybe she'd feel me if her dildos weren't so huge. "Should we throw these out now?" she asked, waving the pictures. "No," I said, maybe a little too quickly. "I'll do it later." "Don't you enough of these darling?" she smiled mischievously. "I know where you keep them. You masturbate looking at that slut, don't you?" "Sometimes," I admitted. "Do you think we could have intercourse tonight? It's been such a long time." "It hasn't been that long, Bob. I let you fuck me a few weeks ago. Besides, you have these new pictures to keep busy for awhile. Now get over here and lick me" she cooed as she raised her skirt. I smiled and approached her. Kneeling, I began by licking her pussy all over, sucking on the lips, coating all of her with my saliva. I flicked her large clit a few times, and then went lower to lick her asshole. "Oh yes you naughty boy," she said as she pulled her knees toward her. "You really know how to please me." I fucked her hole with my tongue as she moaned. I find it strange how some days it's so tight I have to work to get my tongue inside, while other times like today it is red and very loose. I think it must be a case of how relaxed or tense she feels. Well she was certainly relaxed today. Working on her clit again, I pushed two fingers into her bum. As usual she held the back of my head and screamed out loud as she came on my face. Debbie actually discharged thick white stuff when she came hard. I lapped it up and cleaned her as best I could. "Oh thank you baby," she cooed. "You want to come on my big fat ass now?" Her ass wasn't fat; she just liked to say things like that. She was built perfectly, which I suppose is why so many men flirt with her. She rolled onto her stomach and I got between her legs looking intently at her slit and asshole as I jerked off. I leaned forward and rubbed my dick in her crack. "Can I put it in tonight honey?" I begged. "Oh alright, since it's been so long," she mumbled. Oh, the excitement. I pushed my dick into her sweet asshole with no resistance. It was looser than I remember, but I still came in just a few strokes. I kept pumping for a while anyway, really enjoying my position atop her. She seemed bored with it though, yawning. The next morning I was getting ready for work when Debbie told me over breakfast that she had booked a couple of regular clients to come to her home office this morning, the first man at 8 a.m. She saw me out at 7:50 and was wearing a sexy white lace bra and panty set over a white garter belt holding up white stockings. "Honey, don't you think you had better hurry and get dressed?" She pulled a white smock over her head. It barely covered her ass, and I could easily make out the lace bra, panties, and garters underneath, and the stockings tops weren't even covered. "Why do you need to wear such sexy underwear under it?" "It makes me feel sexy, dear, and besides I am in my own home." "Aren't you going to wear the matching pants?" "Oh, no, they've gotten too small for me." "Well please be careful bending over. I gotta run now." I called her later that morning, when I knew her second appointment would be over. "Um, ummm, hello." "Darling?" It's Bob. "I know. Caller ID. Ummm, slurp." "What's that noise?" "Wha.. um, what noise? Sluurrrrp." "That sound. Are you eating?" "Oh, ummm, uh-huh, slop, slurp. I'm eating a popsicle darling." She laughed. "Uh, slurp, you know how I love popsicles... slurp." "Yes okay. I was just wondering if you'd be staying home and having dinner?" "I'm...slurp... hang on a sec... ummmmmm, yeah, umm. slurp, slurp, umm, smack." "Sorry dear. What did you say? Oh yes, I'll have to go to the office this afternoon and then I should be free." "Okay great. See you later then." That afternoon, my nearly ex-friend Richard came back, not long after I got home from work with a big box of popsicles. "Hello Richard," I said. "Come to apologize." "No, I've come to try one last time to try and talk some sense into you." "You're not welcome," I said. "I've brought a short video I had put onto a disk, from last Halloween. You remember the party at Harold and Pam's? Watch the video with me and if you still aren't convinced I won't bother trying again. Deal?" "I really shouldn't even bother," I sighed, but allowed him in. "Okay, there are several short vids. Most are general party shots of people enjoying themselves, and of course Harold wanted to capture all of the wild and sexy costumes. He took some of these, and other guys borrowed the camera throughout the evening. I started this disk with the Devil's entrance." I watched the scene of Debbie entrance through the front door. I smiled as I saw her 'Little Devil' costume. She made it herself! The base was a sinfully short red dress in a tight plastic material that barely covered her ass. Red plastic horns were on her head sticking out through holes in a cowl she had sewn onto the dress. She had a red tail sticking out from underneath somehow at a 45 degree angle, tenting the dress up in the rear. It was straight and somewhat rigid even though it felt like rubber. It fit the hand as though it were really a handle for something, although it was red and the tip was a devil's triangular point. The tail made it challenging for her to sit, but she managed to get into the car and rest on one hip. She had also modified the dress front with flaps over her breasts attached at the top by velcro. I didn't understand why she did that but she said she originally made the dress too tight so she had to cut out the breasts, and then sew the flaps on. She had made the flaps long enough for the velcro to attach at the top but made a mistake by not taking into account the fullness of her breasts. The end result had each breast straining out through the slits on either side of the flaps. Red hose with all four garter straps on display showed off her legs and she wore outrageous 5" red heels, which made her taller than I was and made me feel even less equal than usual. Her and the other girls in our circle of friends loved costumes and any excuse to dress up, often somewhat sexy, and Debbie liked to outdo them. We watched as Debbie was greeted by everyone and could hear many lewd suggestive comments, but they were in keeping with her outfit I reasoned. The women kissed her cheek with 'well look at you' and 'lovely darling' type of comments. The men squeezed her to them, some kissing her on the lips, others patting her rear, and saying things like 'appropriate costume you little devil' and 'I think you should keep the horns'. A couple of guys grabbed her by the tail, which made her gasp and moan, which seemed odd. I trailed in an angel costume she made me, although nobody seemed to notice until she introduced me as 'her little angel'. It was basically a white gown with the requisite halo raised above my head, and I don't know why but she insisted I wear one of her little white thongs underneath. She said it would be sexy for her to look at me at the party and be the only one who knew what I was wearing under the gown. I was worried that some of the guys would realize my outfit was really one of her nightgowns because it was backless and the front panels tied behind my neck. It was also so thin the thong was visible. She assured me she could barely see the thong, and only because she knew it was there and we were in the light, but it would be darker at the party. And no one would know I was wearing a nightie since she cut the little embroidered flowers off the bodice, even if it did have a long slit going up one side nearly to the hip. She said everyone knows that Angels are asexual anyway, so it will be in character for me to look a little feminine. I usually find these parties boring, although the silly costumes added interest to the evening. I saw a few other attempts at red devils, but none as impressive as my wife's outfit. I couldn't even tell who half the people were, and it was so crowded I lost track of Debbie many times. Sometimes I'd go and get her a drink as requested, but then couldn't find her when I came back. Often she'd be off dancing so I would check there first. She loved to dance, and since I had two left feet, I had to accept that she would dance with anyone who asked. It was really a pleasure to see her enjoy herself, although sometimes I wished her dancing wasn't always so physical, what with the grinding and what not. Other times I'd find her chatting with a girlfriend or sitting on some guys lap and chatting. Tonight the guys seemed most fascinated with her tail. They were constantly grabbing it. I was worried they might break it off. A couple of times when I hadn't seen her in a while I saw her come down from upstairs, saying she was showing whatever guy she was with the rest of the house, which I thought the owner of the house should do. She said the hostess was too busy catering to everyone's needs so she was just trying to help out. She was thoughtful like that. I saw her whispering with her friend Amanda who was wearing a maid outfit. Debbie pointed to me and they both laughed. Before I could ask about the joke, Amanda grabbed my hand and said she wanted this dance. "I'm not much of a dancer," I protested. "It's a slow one and I'll lead," she said, dragging me into the dance floor. She wrapped my arms up high around her neck, placed hers around my waist, and smiled. "I like your nightie." "Gown. Debbie put the costume together for me." "I know," she said. She lowered a hand to my butt and was tracing the seem of the thong so I pulled back. "Oh, sexy," she cooed. She turned me around, facing away from her, and pulled me closer again. One hand was on my chest and she worked the other my bare hip through the slit. She was doing that grinding move I had seen others do, practically humping me. I was embarrassed and then even more so as I got hard. "Push your ass back to the beat," she ordered, as she bent me over a little. "Really, I don't think..." She slipped her hand further inside my gown and rested it right on my little hard cock. I yelped and tried to get away but she pulled me back hard into her, grinding against my backside. She used her left hand to grab the thong through the gown and give me a wedgie, while the right hand on my panties rubbed up and down, up and down. To my absolute horror I came. She laughed and finally let me go. As I made my way back to Debbie I could see her watching and laughing with a couple of other girls. It was around midnight, so it was time for me to go anyway, even though the party was more crowded than ever. Debbie usually found a ride home later with another couple or some new guy she met at the party, but on weekends she often crashed wherever she was with the partying crowd, saying nobody was sober enough to drive, which made sense. I'd rather she was safe and not taking dangerous risks. "See you later then?" I asked on the front porch. "I may not make it home tonight darling; the party is just getting started." "Well, I could stay another hour or two" I offered. "Don't be silly love. You need your sleep, and you hate all that drinking and silly behavior. Let me see those panties you're wearing." I blushed. "Here? Someone might see." "Let me see them," she said, pulling my gown up. "You came in them. Were you jerking off at a party then?" "No," I protested, "Amanda rubbed me on the dance floor. I tried to pull away..." My Wife Does NOT Screw Around Ch. 01 "We'll talk about this tomorrow. Now you go straight home and I want you to leave the panties on and sleep in your mess." She kissed me and disappeared back inside. Something on the video drew my attention back to the present. Debbie was bent over some guys lap and he was spanking her while a woman in a nurses outfit was pulling and pushing on her tail. "Ha, it almost looks like that tail goes up her ass," I laughed out loud at my joke. Richard stared at me like I was an alien or something "It does. What we see is the handle of a dildo known as 'the red devil'. It's in all the sex toy shops. You really didn't know it was a dildo?" "Well... then she taped it into the dress, very clever." Richard sighed and shook his head. "What then, you're suggested she shoved a huge dildo up her ass and wore it out in public sticking out like that? And the people grabbing it at the party knew this and were really fucking her with it? Does that sound even remotely plausible? Is that how your crazy mind works, Richard?" "Let's move on, shall we?" The next scene showed Debbie dancing with several guys. The velcro holding the flaps over her breasts must have given way to the strain of all the jumping around and both tits were hanging out and flapping around as she danced. In her enjoyment of the music she must not have even noticed, and none of the cads would even tell her. Next she was chatting with a girlfriend near the dance floor, still oblivious to her tits hanging out, when a guy dressed as Count Dracula came up behind her and bit her neck. Well this explains the hickies I had seen on her neck the next day, which I had forgotten about until now. He was also cupping her breasts as he held her from behind. The girls continued to chat through this. "Cheeky bastard," I said. The next scene was difficult to make out as it was in a darkened room, the basement rec room it seemed. Several couples were lounging together and Debbie was on Dracula's lap. "She had to sit on a lap so the tail had somewhere to go," I explained. His hand was moving between her legs. It appeared she wasn't wearing any panties. "See, he's adjusting it for her," I reasoned. Richard sighed again. "Her tits are still out." "Breasts, Richard. Obviously the velcro must have broken." "Both at the same time?" A witch in black approached their armchair and began cupping Debbie's breasts, then pulling on her nipples. Both seemed to be laughing. The witch parted her robes, hooked a leg up onto the chair and Debbie's head disappeared between her legs. "Did you know she did that?" "She's just playing around for the benefit of the others. See them laughing together? It's all show." The screen angle changed abruptly, to a close-up of a coweled head with horns bobbing up and down on a cock. It was too dark to see the face clearly. Another man knelt beside the first, pulled up his robe to expose a thick semi-hard cock, and the coweled head began slurping that one. "There were other devil outfits at the party, you know," I stated. The next scene was obviously a guest room, and sticking over the edge of the bed was an ass getting fucked doggie style by a masked but otherwise naked man. Several other naked men with masks stood in a row behind the first. As we watched, one finished and the next took his place. The woman was wearing a short dress, garter and hose, and tall pumps. It was too dark in the video to see the color of the dress but the shoes appeared red in the light that was available, and I knew the dress was also red as I had received 8x10 pictures of these scenes in the mail already. "What a slut," I said. "Imagine someone doing that at a house party." "Are you convinced now?" asked Richard carefully. "Of what? Surely you're not suggesting that's my wife fucking a whole roomful of masked men without even looking to see who owns the cock that penetrates her? You could have got this footage off the Internet for all I know. You can't see her face, and that woman doesn't even have a tail" I added as my fait accompli. "But you can see her face sometimes, very clearly. The tail was a dildo up her ass. They took it out so they could shove their cocks up her asshole." "You have a real sick mind Richard. What if I were to show you pictures of some woman having sex and claim it was your wife?" "Listen to the voice man." He turned the volume up. The woman did sound a little like Debbie, I must admit, but she was in the throws of passion and I'd certainly never heard her say the things this woman was saying, which would make a sailor blush. "Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck my asshole. Give me all of it big boy, fuck, yeah. C'mon, shoot your load up my ass. More, more, I need some more cocks. Oh, yes, ram it up there. Fuck me harder. Fuck my sluthole. Oh yeeesh, someone play with my tits." A man went to the side and began mauling her breasts. "Yes, that's it, yes. Pull on my nipples. Pull them hard. Stretch my tits out." And he did. Then he began slapping her hanging breasts. "Ow! Yes, Ow! Harder. Ow! Slap them harder. Oh yeah, Ow!" The pictures never had sound. This was a little disconcerting for a while. The man fucking her finished with a few hard pumps and a loud groan, only to be quickly replaced by another He spanked her as he fucked. "That's it, spank my ass, yes! Make me your slut. Spank me. Fuck me like a whore. Harder! He came and a large black cock entered her. "Oh geez, you're big. Oh, so big! I love fucking big cocks. Give it to me. Give me all of it, yes. That little hole can take any cock. Oh, I love cock. I need cock. Pull my titties." After that guy pulled out, the woman's asshole was gaping wide open. The next guy maneuvered under her, allowing her to take one in each hole. They fucked her back and forth together. Another man lifted her head and shoved his cock in her mouth. I told Richard I had seen enough. "Okay," he said. "I'll leave you and let it sink in. You can keep the copy of the disk. Harold asked me to edit the footage from his video cam after the party, and he wanted dozens of copies." When Richard left, I hid the disk and went to make dinner. Clever ploy, I thought, working in that internet gang bang. I sure hoped other people with the video weren't thinking that was my innocent wife. Imagine anyone thinking a normal wife would ever act like that, taking a roomful of cocks and screaming for more. Preposterous! Debbie called and couldn't make dinner. She was going out dancing with Amanda tonight to unwind. I really didn't think a 40 year old married woman should be going out with a single 30 year old with a sleazy reputation like Amanda, but I knew Debbie would be insulted if I criticized her best friend. "Where are you going?" I asked. "Oh, who knows, maybe different places." "Not to that honky tonk bar on Main again I hope. People say only sluts go there to get picked up." "Oh, that's not fair. It has the best country music in town. And Amanda is single so she likes to go to places where she could meet someone special." "Will you come home to change then?" "Naw, Amanda says she'll dress me up." "Don't drink and drive." "I won't. We'll take my car there, and a cab back here after. I don't have any appointments in the morning." "Well don't be out too late. You know nothing good happens after midnight," I cautioned. Out of character for me, I opened a bottle of wine with dinner. Maybe it was the visits from Richard, but I was thinking of going down there and spying on her. After another glass of wine, I decided I would do just that. I corked the bottle of wine and took it with me. I parked the van facing the front door of the club, and far enough away that I wouldn't be noticed. I made sure I could also see the partially lit alleyway with a couple of picnic tables that was used as a smoking area, because Amanda smoked like a chimney, and Debbie had one or two on rare occasions when she was drinking a lot. Raising the wine bottle to my lips, I waited as it got dark. People were arriving constantly. Finally, around nine, I saw Debbie's convertible pull in. She parked only a few spaces away from me, and I had to slink down into the shadows. They were laughing as they got out and walked toward the club. What a pair, they had dressed alike! Both wore black boots, a cowboy hat, short jean skirts, and a red checkered blouse tied in a knot just under their boobs. Both had shoulder length brunette hair and it was hard to tell them apart from a distance. I didn't dare go inside. I knew it was a big place, but I couldn't risk being seen and having to explain myself. After about a half hour, the girls came out to go to the smoking alley. Two men followed. They seemed to know each other as one of them patted one of the girls on the ass. One of the girls was smoking, while the other began kissing the taller man. I wondered why Amanda wasn't smoking. Maybe she finally quit or cut back. They all shuffled back inside. Forty minutes later, the same group came out again. It was hard to keep track of which girl was which. They all seemed to be smoking, the girls sharing one. Then, the shorted man and one of the checkered shirt girls went back inside with some other people. I watched the remaining cowgirl and the tall man kissing. I think he had his hand between her legs. Then he turned her around, bent her over a picnic table, and appeared to be fucking her from behind. This confirmed my suspicions. Amanda is total slut, and a bad influence on my wife, who thankfully had the sense to go back inside. An hour later, both girls came out, but they were with two different guys, both black. Amanda lit a smoke and then they walked right to Debbie's car. The smoker got in drivers seat, which meant my wife got in back. I was wondering where they were going, and if I would follow, but they didn't move. Amanda began necking with the guy in front, and the guy in back leaned over and kissed my wife. She seemed to push him away, which made me happy. Amanda pulled up her skirt and straddled the guy in the front passenger seat. What a cheap slut. Thankfully my wife didn't feel pressured by the action in the front, although a few minutes later she must have dropped something because her head disappeared below the back seat. I waited, willing her to find whatever she lost. It must have been small like an earring or something, because she was down there searching for about five minutes. The guy didn't even help, although he did seem to be giving her directions because at one point I heard him say "Yeah, that's it, right there." I couldn't make out the rest. She finally sat up and must have sneezed or something because she took out a handkerchief and wiped her nose and upper lip. Amanda finished riding her guy and lit another smoke after the guys kissed them farewell and went back into the club. The girls were giggling and Debbie held her hands apart about a foot. That must have been how far under the seat her earring was. I thought they might go home now, but they went back inside. Eventually I got antsy and decided I'd go in. I saw one of the girls on the dance floor, Amanda obviously because she was french kissing a big biker type with long hair. Can't she ever get enough I wondered? I couldn't understand who would even want to put his dick in her after some other guy fucked her. She wasn't going to meet anyone special in a place like this I thought. What a bimbo. I found Debbie! She was dancing all by herself, instead of getting groped like that slut Amanda. She was dancing alone because she was up on a raised platform over the dance floor. She was such a good dancer that a crowd of guys had gathered below her clapping and hollering their encouragement. She turned and shook her ass at them. Her skirt rode up her hips as she worked her legs apart. Oh no. The cads were really just looking up her skirt for a free peep and she didn't realize her bare ass was showing! She turned back to face them, humping at the air while they clapped. Then, as she shook her upper body the top came undone. She should have used a double knot I thought. She was so caught up in the dancing that she didn't notice her breasts were out and swinging back and forth. I thought I should tell her, but then she would know I came here and she'd say I was spying on her and didn't trust her. I went back to the van. A little while later they came out in a crowd and walked to the car. Four guys walked with them. They seemed to be discussing something, and then finally the girls got into the car alone, much to my relief. I wasn't happy Debbie was driving, but at least they were leaving alone. They pulled out of the parking spot and then stopped for awhile. I wasn't sure why. The four men they had came out with got into an SUV and now pulled up behind Debbie's car, so she finally had to move. I decided to follow to make sure the girls were going home instead of to another bar. I kept them in sight, but that damn SUV was between us and taking all the same turns. They turned into a residential district but this wasn't the way to Amanda's. Maybe they were lost. I lost them at a streetlight and couldn't find them again, so I drove home. Debbie surprised me by actually coming home. The clock said 4:30 a.m. "Sorry, did I wake you?" "Yes, I'm awake. How did you get home?" "I didn't drink that much. Amanda has to work tomorrow, I mean today! So when I thought I was sober enough I drove home so you wouldn't miss me." "So thoughtful. Did you have a good time?" "It was okay. Did some dancing. The usual." "Well let's get to sleep. It's nearly morning." "I don't think I can sleep without my relaxant." She said as she straddled my chest. "Now?" "Didn't you miss me?" she pouted. "Of course I did." "Then eat me." She straddled my face and began playing with her nipples. I don't usually like this position because she forgets me sometimes and I can't breathe. Nonetheless, I thought I'd better help her sleep. Her pussy lips were swollen, like sometimes when she rides her bike for a long time. And her pussy hair was matted with goo. I've heard lots of women say that dancing makes them hot. Not temperature hot, although that too I guess (I giggled into her pussy at my clever joke). "Enjoying yourself, little one?" "Ummmh hummmh". I managed. "Oh you're so good at that. A natural born cunt licker." I thought cunt was vulgar, but she has explained it depends on the context, as everything does when sex is involved. "Oh yeah, suck my fuckhole my little bitch." See, like that. I know she doesn't mean anything degrading by calling me her bitch. It's just a pet name while having sex. I tried calling her that once, though, and she didn't speak to me for a week. "C'mon bitch, tongue that hole." Of course I did. A big glob of thick white juice fell out. Then another. And another. She has explained that a woman's cum can look a lot like a man's, and it sure did tonight. I know the contradiction here, has she cum yet? She has explained it is her pre-cum, and she likes me to swallow it. She turned around, leaned on my chest, and straddled my face again. This is a really bad position for breathing, but it gets her off quicker, and it is very late. I lapped at what I could reach, which soon was only her asshole. She was very relaxed. Sometimes it seems her pre-cum comes down from there too, although I know that can't be right so I'm sure I'm losing track with everything so close together. She was now grinding her clit on my mouth, and calling me her bitch and little weenie and other pet names for encouragement. She finally came, screaming and grinding and talking dirty. As soon as she collapsed forward I gasped for breathe. "Oh, that was great, little one. Thank you so much." On Saturday morning we went to the mall. Debbie wore a simple baby blue spaghetti strap top and a small dark grey mini-skirt that was only decent because it hung on her hips. Her boobies were bouncing around as she walked, and the nipples were beginning to stick out. "Aren't you going to wear a bra?" "Are you telling me what to wear now?" "Oh, no dear, I just thought..." "I don't like people seeing my bra straps, too sexual," she said, as though this made perfect sense. After bending to put her sandals on, she had to pull the front of the top back up her ample cleavage. "I think those boys are following us." "Well, it's a free country dear, and their just bored kids with overactive hormones." She led me towards the escalator, looking back occasionally, slowing to glance at some purses. We were half way up the escalator when she began adjusting the skirt on her hips, pulling it up a little. I glanced behind us and the boys, 3 of them, had gotten on the escalator maybe 8 steps behind us. Debbie wanted to get an ice cream in the food court. I stood in line while she picked out a table. The boys had sat at the table she was facing. I joined her and we ate our ice cream, the boys whispering to each other, and I thought checking my wife out a lot. Debbie must have found it hard to get comfortable, as she was constantly shifting and recrossing her legs. Finally she found a comfortable position; legs spread a little too far I thought. "Debbie, I think those boys are staring are at your panties." "They can't be." "How can you be so sure?" "Because I'm not wearing any." "Oh, uh, maybe we should get going." "Soon, darling," she murmured as she sucked her ice cream. "Here, go over and give them my business card." "What, they can't afford a massage." "Probably, but maybe their parents or someone. Go do it and we can leave." She was licking ice cream off her wrist now, then swirling her tongue up and around the cone. I did as she ordered, I mean suggested. I still didn't think this was a good way to advertise her services. It took the boys a while to understand that this was a professional massage, at first they thought I was her pimp. It was rather embarrassing for me. To be continued...