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She Stole My Wife

By: maninconn



This is the first episode in an extended story about Jimmy and Andrea. If the ending feels abrupt, it is because it isn't really an ending. There is always another episode waiting to happen.

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She came to bed late that night. I remember her walking in the room, her body silhouetted against the light from the hall way. I could tell she was wearing her special robe, the red silk one with the royal blue collar and lining that made her body glow like the embers of a fire. She turned to close the door, and her backlit silhouette changed form as it began to bask in the subtle moonlight that spilled in from the large glass door that led from our room to the little deck outside. As she turned into the light, she revealed her bosom nearly bursting from a sexy black lace bra, and her sexy long legs posed provocatively in a black lace panty and thigh high stockings. 

It might seem cliché to think of a sexy woman approaching her long term lover seductively, dressed like this, but it was not usual in our routine. Tonight was a rare night. She was rarely interested in initiating anything sexual beyond a quickie, or permitting any kind of acceleration of the kissing/heavy petting process. She never cared to set a romantic stage, and lingerie was rarest of all. Still, after all these years, my heart leapt at the sight of my every day Andrea. Even first thing in the morning, before the hair fixing and the makeup that preceded each work day, she was beautiful. She was the most to me, even at her worst, but dressed like this she was irresistible. She was the love of my life, and in over three decades of being in love, I still couldn't keep my hands off of her.

She walked to my side of the bed, and settled into a deep luscious kiss. I wrapped my arms around her smooth skin under the soft silky touch of the light robe. She rose to her knees above me, and lowered the robe off her shoulders. The moonlight looked even more beautiful then. 

I felt her cool hands slide my shirt over my head and my pajama down my legs. I was as hard as I had ever been. Before her hands had finished their work disentangling my feet from my pants, I felt her mouth slide over my throbbing erection. The new warm and wet sensation intensified my throbbing, and her tongue soon settled into a rhythm of play egging it on. She lightly grazed the skin with her teeth, and had me writhing in pleasure on the mattress. I placed my hands behind her head and caressed her as I moaned, letting her know how good it felt. 

Oral sex was even more rare than lingerie with my Andy. On the few occasions she had consented, I was always scolded before she started about the consequences of coming in her mouth. She always did it with an air of reluctance on a birthday or after I had done something special for her that she felt a need to thank me for. It was always a short lived, unenthusiastic passion-free act that left me wondering "Why bother?"

Tonight was different. She approached tonight like she had approached bathing my children when they were babies. She was tender, slow, patient and caring. Though entirely out of character, I didn't complain, because it felt like nothing else ever had. Just as I felt the stirrings of my climactic eruption, I warned her she had to stop. I expected her to pull right off as she always had, and finish me with her trademark aggressive hand job. Her idea of jerking me off had always been my least favorite sexual endeavor. She was always vigorous, sometimes to the point of painful. She was always in a hurry to finish me off so she could get on to bigger and better things. Hand jobs were generally to be avoided, and I had learned early on during her time of month and pregnancies, that it was best to jerk off myself to avoid the illusion of being horny rather than to allow her to "take care of me." However I could never decline or avoid them when they were attached to an oral sex prelude. However, this was different tonight also.

"Don't hold back, Jimmy, you can cm in my mouth tonight."

I'd like to tell you I just couldn't bring myself to do that. I'd be lying. As soon as she said that, I pressed on the back of her head, and helped her into a rhythm of pumping on my dick. Her tongue accented each action swirling and licking as it passed. Within seconds, I moaned loudly as I spewed my semen deep into her eager mouth. She swallowed, and then kissed me deeply, tonguing me with the residue of my own seed. 

"Don't think that's all there is, Jimmy. Don't plan on sleeping just yet."

She kissed me again, then went to clean up.

When she came back, she rolled me on my stomach, and began to massage me. All the things that made her hand jobs stink, made her massages amazing. She rubbed jasmine scented oils deep into my skin, working the muscles from neck to toe, carefully kneading the tension from each one. When she rolled me back over again, my flaccid cock had already forgotten it had been exercised once, and was sleepily reconstructing itself into a ready to party erection. She rubbed down my stomach, but skipped the groin area, concentrating on my legs and feet again. She scraped her fingernails the length of my legs as she shifted her attention back to the groin, where the reconstruction of my hard cock was now complete. 

"Not yet," she whispered into my ear, and she swung her leg over my head, and lowered her pussy to my eager mouth. As lukewarm as she was about giving head, you might expect that she wouldn't expect much orally. Fair is fair, right? Well no, not with Andy. She taken the old adage "All's fair in love and war." and spun it to her own use for years. To her, it read, "Nothing's fair in love and war." Andy was an eager recipient of oral sex, and often a demanding recipient. Failure to deliver, especially on the grounds of "Why you and not me?" resulted in weeks of no sex. She could live with that, but I couldn't, so delivery was always prompt, enthusiastic, and on demand.

She rode my face like a quarter horse, positioning whatever part of her pussy most needed attention on my mouth or tongue with the exact desired pressure and motion. I knew how important it was at moments like this to just lie back and enjoy the ride, even if it was me who was being ridden. I did, and soon my cock was again throbbing, begging for attention. I winced when I felt that attention materialize from her hands, but this time they were as gentle as a spring rain. They brushed the skin lightly all around, teasing it. I began to twitch and reach for a stronger touch b following her touch with my hips. My tongue continued to work feverishly along her labia, spin little circles around her clit, and dive deeply into her oozing sex. If I tried to lighten its touch, mimicking her hand play, she ground her hips down onto me, practically suffocating me in her sex.

She came as she ground. As she did, she rocked back and forth on my face. I inhaled deeply at every chance, barely noticing the lack of air due to the intoxicating effect I was feeling from the combination of the smells, tastes, sounds, and heat of her climaxing body stacked above and pressing itself upon my eyes, nose mouth and ears. As her orgasm subsided, she turned around, and my view changed from one of her luscious ass cheeks to one of her bosom swaying, as she recommenced my sexual suffocation from a 180 degree reverse angle. This time as she rocked she alternately grabbed my ears and my hair, using them as handles to control the angle and pressure my head exerted behind my eagerly servicing tongue and lips. In no time at all, she was cumming again, only this time, before her waves of orgasm had exhausted themselves, she slid her hips down my body and pierced her pussy with my steely cock, which had been largely neglected since she had rotated her body on my face. 

I entered her quickly and to the hilt. She sat there undulating her hips, grinding them down to force me as deeply inside as possible. This was a fucking to remember, but I didn't care why it was happening, I didn't care to know anything other than the animal lust that had consumed me and apparently my very horny and inspired wife. Her humping soon became hard and fast, but I was a long way from my second ejaculation. The second time never came fast for me, and was always a source of pleasure and challenge. It was pleasure to me that I could keep experiencing seemingly never ending sex, and a challenge for her to see how quickly she could accomplish her goal. 

As she kissed me deeply, she drove her tongue all over my mouth. Then as she broke one last long kiss, she grabbed me by the hair again, pulled me eye to eye, and said, "It's time to cum. Cum in me now."

She said it quietly, but in a sure commanding tone, and unwilling to break the spell and spoil the moment, I did. My orgasm released such energy, that I was amazed she could stay connected to me. She held on tightly as I thrashed and spasmed all over the bed. I must've actually roared, because she covered my mouth with her hand , and giggled as she approached her own orgasm. We continued to twitch and cling to each other for what seemed an eternity, but finally settled in each others arms as our heart rates slowed and my erection subsided while still held warmly in her pussy.

Eventually we lay back onto the bed, spent. As our breathing slowed, and the afterglow of our passion melted towards the drowsiness of a comfortable satisfied sleep, she rolled herself over and looked me deep in the eye. I smiled. She didn't.

"Jimmy," she began but hesitated, never breaking her gaze. She often found herself at a loss for words. 

"Andrea, you know I love you! Whatever it is, you can tell me."

"I want a divorce."

So much for a comfortable satisfied sleep and basking in the afterglow of passion. Talk about out of the blue! One minute we were making passionate love, and the next she was ending life as I had known it. Twenty six years of marriage and four years of dating came crashing to a halt in four little words. I could feel my face muscles skewing my expression into the same "What the ...." Look I usually reserve for incredibly stupid things drivers do on highways.

Andrea's words had clearly blindsided me. She was so much more than a lover and wife, she was my best friend, my only true confidant, my most honestly voiced critic. In every way she was my other half. I could never think of keeping secrets from her. She was the only friend I could share them with. She washed, I dried. I cut the grass, she trimmed and swept the walks. I washed the cars, she vacuumed the floors. Our entire life had been divided into the two sides of a balance that now was suddenly tipping and dumping its contents all over the floor.

We had everything in life. Beautiful kids, a nice home, secure jobs, and even a nice vacation home at the shore. We did everything together. We worked for the same local school system in the same department. We finished each others sentences. We were the first person each would turn to as a collaborator on a project. We loved the same foods and movies and music. We both loved concerts and dancing, and dabbled in painting. 

Two kids were grown and out of the house. The youngest was autistic, and would probably be living with us for a long time, but at 16 had become quite independent and was functioning well in the community.

"I know this is going to be hard, but I want a divorce."

I just couldn't imagine what brought this on. Part of me was aching to know, but for the first time in thirty years, I couldn't read her thoughts. She was so beautiful. Her brown hair had thinned and was whitening, her hips had spread with the glory of three childbirths, and her waistline had spread as our habits became less active, but the face under that hair line still melted me when it lit up with a smile, the hips swayed sexily whenever she moved, but especially when she drew looks on a dance floor, and her figure still made me aroused whenever I looked at it, which was whenever she was around.

"How can I understand this Andrea, it's coming out of nowhere! I deserve better!"

Then she smiled. One of the few things about her that was irritating was the way she smiled when angry or nervous. This was not the smile which accompanied humor, or even the smile of a tease after she got the best of someone. This was her father's smile, the one he used to say you missed curfew, or you couldn't have the car. 

"Jimmy, you are my best friend, and the love of my life. You are the father of my children, and I will always love you for that...."

"This sounds rehearsed, Andy, you've been planning this!"

I had interrupted her rhythm. She let out a sigh of surrender, and abandoned her planned speech. I could see in her face recognition that she was going to have to dig deeper. A tear came to her eye. She took a deep breath or two to gather herself. I remember her learning to use deep breathing to control her nerves as part of the Lamaze classes we took before our daughter was born 24 years ago. There was nothing this woman could do that I didn't understand completely, so a divorce was especially bizarre.

"I love you. I always will. I just don't see myself growing old with you."

That hurt. Growing old with her was my only wish, my dream.

"When we met and dated and married, I was on fire for you. I couldn't keep my hands off you. I needed to be near you. I had to be touching you all the time, even if that just meant my foot against yours. Now I just don't feel that electricity."

She paused, but obviously had more to say.

"I need to."

The last couple of years she had cooled sexually. We had always been very active, and I had done everything I could to satisfy her. I gave her oral until she demanded I stop. There was no part of her I wouldn't kiss! I did anything she wanted, any way she wanted it. She loved to have me slowly kiss down her body, tenderly circling her nipples, never sucking, and spending a great deal of time touching and kissing the silky underside. She loved me spending a great amount of attention kissing and licking the very base of her breasts where her bra irritated her all day. She would guide my hand to her pussy as I did this, and loved it when I gently cupped her entire vulva, holding it in the palm of my hand. 

I knew she loved foreplay gentle, so I never rushed it. I took time massaging her until she wriggled her lips around a finger, her signal that I was welcome to explore. I would spread her lips open, tracing them lightly with the invited finger, and let my lips continue their journey down her body. Her breathing would intensify as I kissed through her pubic hair. She kept her hair trimmed in length, but otherwise natural because she loved the feeling of her pussy being approached. When I could feel her wetness build, I would spread her lips and let my tongue lick slowly. When I finally moved to her clitoris, he would explode. Sometimes I would follow that by teasing her anus as she came down from climax, and that would send her right back into spasms that I could feel in her sphincter as it twitched on my fingertip. At that point she would whisper at me frantically "I need you in me NOW." I would slide up bring my rock hard penis to her dripping pussy. She would grab it, pull me in, and command me to cum now. If I didn't cum right away, she would buck like a bronco, whispering "Fuck me! Cum now!" until I did.

I couldn't vary the routine. It was always the same. If I did, she would physically move me to the prescribed step in the pattern. It was dependable but as happens with most routines, became boring. It seemed I was doing all kinds of giving, while receiving what amounted to a quickie. She knew I loved oral too, but she hated putting my cock in her mouth. She did reluctantly on special occasions, but it was always a couple of kisses on the side, 2 or 3 quick pumps in her mouth, and then "I don't want you too excited yet." She would follow this by immediately initiating "the routine."

She loved anal stimulation, and for a while enjoyed a variation on the game, where she would turn her back to me in bed, whisper "tease me" and push her anus back against my hard cock. Just as I would get excited and the head would gain entry, she turn, kiss me and whisper "lick me!" close into my ear. Back to the routine!

The idea that I couldn't electrify her, after years of submitting myself to her familiar drill was painful. I had to sit down. 

"So you need something new and different?

She just nodded her agreement.

"So who is he? Do I know him?"

"There isn't another man! I wouldn't do that to you! You have been an amazing husband, you are a terrific father, and you're my best friend! I couldn't ever be satisfied with another man!"

I felt only moderately better. We had always told each other the straight story, and I had no reason to doubt she was doing so now. 

"So you're not having an affair?"

"I didn't say that."

I guess I couldn't read her as well as I thought. I guess I did have reason to doubt. The trust that we had built our entire life on was a sham

"Its Kim Morgan."

I didn't think it was possible to be this badly blindsided twice in one day. Kim was the librarian at Andrea's school. She was well liked by all. She was friendly, dynamic, and projected an image of big tough and free from the Harley she drove to school to the wild trendy hair cuts she wore. 

"Jimmy, Kim is everything I need right now. She is gentle and loving, and she sends that electricity through me like you used to."

My mind raced to all our pillow talk through the years. She had always been interested in bisexual fantasies, but always shut them down saying it would never happen, and that she took her marriage seriously. I guess that was all out the window.

She talked to me for hours, trying to explain. She never realized that I wasn't talking back. Everything she had to say just convinced me that there was nothing I could do to fix or fight this. It was a done deal. I felt betrayed. I had invested 30 years in our relationship, 26 years on a marriage, all the while hearing from her how important our vows were, how jealous she'd be if I cheated, how I was everything to her, her entire world. 

My mind raced through all of the "should haves." I should have taken a pass on marriage. I should have read the sexual signs sooner. I should have gone out for some extra-curricular fun while I was young. I should have dated girls for their big tits and adeptness at blow jobs and kinky sex. I shouldn't have traded all the supposedly shallow delights for the opportunity to have a beautiful life with a woman who wanted to grow old with me.

"Damn," I thought. "What am I thinking? I wouldn't have had my kids or those amazing years with Andrea."

"Andrea, do you remember when you broke up with me for a month in college, when you were afraid we were going too fast? Do you remember me telling you I never wanted to be with someone who didn't want to be with me? Do you remember me telling you I would never let you see me lick my wounds? I still feel that way. You get what you want: your divorce."

"The house is mine, that was in the pre-nup your dad made us sign. You'll want custody of Jeffy. You wanted a third child so badly, you promised you'd be doing the lion's share of raising him, and I'm going to need the time to re-build my life. Relax, I'll be very involved, but you'll have custody. You can take whatever furnishing you want before the divorce is final. I intend to throw away anything we acquired together, however the items I have from my family are out of bounds. They were mine outside the marriage. Now pack and get out."

"Jimmy, we have to work some things out. You know we're broke. We can't go to Dad for help, he lost everything he had in that investment scheme he sold us on as well. I don't want to move and it would kill Jeffy to not have us together. You can't afford to pay your share of our bills and the mortgage. You'll lose this place! You'll lose our home, Jeffy will be crushed."


She Stole My Wife Ch. 02



Part 2 The Divorce Party

The week was uneventful, except that Kim was actually nice to me. I don't know if she had softened because I had agreed to the party, as difficult as that would be for me, or because Andrea had talked her into it. They were considerate and quiet about their lovemaking, although that was a ruckus I actually missed. Friday came too quickly. I stopped at my attorney's to sign my papers at lunch. After school I went into the city for a gig at a high class hotel. It was a wedding reception, and I played with a big band for both dinner and dancing. 

By the time we had it wrapped and I had driven home it was 11:45. My house was still lit up like a Christmas tree. Women were dancing in my living room as the stereo blared.

I entered the front door to a sight that any other day would have been a fantasy. Beautiful women were everywhere, dressed to party. Couples were pairing off Romantically under what appeared to be considerable consumption of alcohol. Kim led a writhing mass of bodies in a game of rather touchy feely Twister, and an inebriated Andrea was at the kitchen table playing cards. 

Andrea saw me, then came up and grabbed me by the elbow and introduced me around. It felt like hell, being introduced to guests who were in your house celebrating the now ex-wife who was holding your elbow, and her freedom from you. I had to remind myself, I was doing this for Jeffy. I was maintaining a home, that as weird as it was to me, kept both parents in a necessary position in his life. Jeffy was staying at her cousin's house tonight, and I was beginning to think I should have stayed in the city at a hotel, maybe celebrating my own freedom. But I wasn't exactly happy about my divorce, so didn't really have a reason to celebrate. And I was too stubborn to either be driven from my home, or to let anyone see me licking my wounds. I should have been playing poker. 

It was surreal, enjoying the celebration of your own defeat. Ding dong the witch is dead, and I was the witch. When Kim spotted me, she rushed up and grabbed a glass of champagne.

"Every one gather round, I want to toast Jimmy. Raise a glass to the guy, Andy asked him to release her and he did without a fight. Some tension, but no fight. He let her pursue her dream and for that he's ok."

They toasted me amid a mix of smiles and strange looks, but I raised no glass. I went up to my room. The party continued, and I did my best to block it out of mind by working on a project isolated by headphones. Once it did quiet, I looked out the window. There were still a couple of strange cars parked in the driveway. I guessed some of their friends were still around. I changed into nightclothes, and went down to the kitchen for a drink before bed. There was a woman in my daughter's bed, and another on the pullout couch in the living room. 

Kim, Andrea and one other woman were sitting at the kitchen table, quietly talking. They introduced me to Karen, then they thanked me again. Some of their guests were a bit too drunk to drive and were spending the night. Their speech confirmed that they were also drunk. I knew Andrea always got horny after drinking too much, and that Kim was in for an erotic encounter. I wondered if Karen was on her menu too, since now that both her libido and her marital status were equally liberated. Hey, if ditching your husband for a lesbian lover was in bounds, perhaps the taboo on threesomes she'd clung to was also history. Sure enough after some small talk, the three promised me they'd clean up tomorrow and went up to their room. I waited downstairs a minute, then went to my peephole. 

When I settled in to my new favorite sexual position, watching behind a wall, they were already mostly undressed. Kim's taut athletic body was already down to a very sexy black thong, thigh highs, and a tiny black lace bra that could barely contain the pink of her nipples. Her body gleamed with the sexy silken look of a freshly shaved and lotioned skin, and its golden hue glowed in the light of a room full of candles. Her ass was so tight around the little string of her thong, all I could think of was putting a hard dick in between those and letting her flex the cum right out of it. Karen was dressed a polar opposite to Kim. Her body was softer, curvier, and held the most magnificent set of tits I'd ever seen. I never thought of Andrea as small, but Karen dwarfed her. She wore a white bra with a tiny white bikini panty. With her I wanted to climb between her breasts and get lost. No search party required, Thank you. 

I watched the pair slowly undress my wi...ah, I may never get used to this....my ex-wife. She gasped at each slow, languorous touch. Here was the real celebration, not the party. The hardness between my legs indicated I was enjoying their celebration too. My pulse raced, my breathing was heavy and fast, and my skin was hot and tingling. Every sound they made, every word they uttered resonated in my brain as if amplified. My sense of smell was equally heightened, and I could detect every scent escaping their room through the tiny pinhole. There were the mingled scents of vanilla and bayberry from the candles, the garlic and alcohol on their breath from their food and drink at the party, plus the scents of women's perfumed skin, hair, and of course their sex.   

It amazed me how long they deliberated over each task, and I began to understand how differently men saw women, how differently they treated each other sexually. I wondered to myself if I might still be married, if only I'd have discovered this sooner. I could be that tender. Why didn't I learn this long ago!?

Kim dropped to her knees removing Andreas panties. She slid them slowly, licking and kissing Andrea's thighs and hips sensuously as she moved sure and slow. Karen kissed Andrea lusciously, and you could see that her tongue was busy, but she remained in a gentle posture. She unclasped her bra in the front, and easily rolled her breasts out from its lacy pockets until they spread onto Andrea's, engulfing them in their firm flesh. Karen's arms then wrapped around my Andy and she advanced, pressing my ex-wife to the bed. Kim's arms followed suit, caressing the small of Andy's back, just at the top end of her butt cheeks. Once Karen had positioned her on the bed, Kim began to mover her kisses closer to Andy's pussy. 

I would have gone there in half the time. If I was as close as Kim was to Andy's beautiful pussy, I would have dived right in, devouring the musky juices I could see and even smell collecting on that tantalizing cunt. But Kim took her time, as if each kiss, each lick, held mysterious charms that had to be savored. She tasted it as though it would be the last time it could ever be sampled. Once more I was jealous of Kim. Wishing I had savored Andy that way the last time we had made love, keeping it firmly imprinted on m memory.

But I was jealous of Andrea too. Karen had slid forward along Andy's mouth, and was now enclosing Andy's face with her ample breasts. Her nipples were a rich pink, compared with the light delicate pink of Kim. Andrea's darker crimson completed the variety in the room. Quite a variety of size, shape and color was evident...and tantalizing. But Karen's had my attention. Oh my, how I wanted to be in Andrea's place, tasting, suckling, absolutely being smothered by those amazing breasts. Put that on my list of things to do as a single man, one big breasted woman. Better yet, just put Karen on top of that list. Andrea's moans were getting louder. Karen responded by sliding body up along Andrea's eagerly kissing lips, until her pussy hovered above the mouth I had kissed for so many years. Karen lowered herself down, and began to ride Andrea's face. Kim watched as she continued to lap at Andrea's sex.  The trio began to writhe in its passion dance, Kim masturbating her own clit, rapidly frigging herself as she licked Andy, and Karen now humping Andrea's face rather heavily. Karen came first, groaning a low guttural sound that I'd never expect from a climaxing woman. This drove Andy wild and her body began to buck. As she began her familiar cadence of lusty utterances, I began to cum as well. I didn't think I made a sound, but as I peaked Karen looked with a start in the direction of the peephole. She had to twist around to do it, so it wasn't accidental, but...oh fuck it. I'm cumming, and that's all that matters.

As my climax subsided I peeked back in the room. Andy was now devouring Kim's pussy, finishing the tall blonde's orgasm. She had come of the bed and driven Kim onto her back on the floor. Her expression was that of a women driven by lust, determined to bring her lover to orgasm. Karen just reclined on the bed. Her pussy oozed with juices of orgasm. She looked at Kim and Andrea for a minute, then fixed her gaze on...the peephole. How could she possibly know? It just couldn't be. But she stared seemingly into my eyes as she spread her legs, and dipped her fingers into her pussy. Kim groaning, Andy licking, Karen dipping her fingers, then tasting her own juices. This was every man's dream. The only way it could be better would be to be in there, in the middle, with my dick in one of those luscious holes. I needed a pussy, it had been too long. Just one of those three delicious snatches would do. 

Karen rose and walked around the two lovers working on the bed. She then knelt beside Kim, straddled her, and lowered her pussy over Kim's open mouth, and her clit began to receive its second tongue bath of the evening. She then looked up at the peephole, winked slowly, and blew a kiss in my direction. I heard Kim begin her routine of loud obscene talk as she came close to orgasm. As she got louder Karen's smile widened, and I watched as her lips echoed Kim's muted calls. As Kim shouted "Fuck Me...I'm Cumming," Karen laughed, wrinkled her nose in a snarling face and mouthed "Fuck Me" again and again in my direction. I came a second time, and this time, my eyes closed so tightly I could see colors and flashes of light.

I needed pussy, and wanted hers, but couldn't let Andrea or Kim know I had ever watched, so I left my peephole. I planned to fill it the next day. My mind was swimming with the many emotions and visions I had seen that day. The wedding party I had played, with all of its promise of a bright and glorious life contrasted so sharply with the failure of my own. My elation at witnessing three hot women, naked in my house, live in front of me making love while I masturbated, contrasted sharply with my continued self-imposed sexual exile. The came a knock at my door. I slipped a robe over my naked frame, and answered. 

"I hope you liked that."

It was Karen. She was still quite naked, breathtaking. 

She stepped past me into my room, and turned. She placed her hand over mine on the door, and pushed it closed. She slid her hand off mine and locked the door. As she did, her body closed behind mine, and I could feel her heat through the robe. I could feel those ample breasts as she pressed me to the door. Her hands slid my robe off my shoulders, and those beautiful mounds of flesh I had lusted for minutes ago were now pressing upon me. I began to harden again. 

"I saw your little peephole. You are a dirty man aren't you?"

My skin flushed. 

"Kim and Andrea have been wondering, gossiping how you could hold it together. Andrea saying you have such a high sex drive, Kim arguing that you were an impotent wuss. Andrea saying you had to be doing someone on the side, Kim proudly saying you were too broken to ever get it up again. But all along, you've been watching them, wanting your wife...and her new lover.  Am I right?"

I didn't want to answer, but when you're right, you're right. She knew she was right, and as again my skin flushed. She had so eloquently hit the mark, and it was my body, not my mouth that answered "yes."

"Let me guess, you aren't jealous of Kim having your Andrea, your jealous of Andy fucking Kim..."

I felt my flush deepen, and my face get hotter with the reality that my inner thoughts and desires had been laid bare by a woman I had just met. 

"...and me."

My knees buckled, and my head dropped, but I felt her almost hold me up, she had me so well pinned against my door. 

"Well you dirty little voyeur, your secret is safe with me. Kim is pretty hot isn't she?"

I finally found my voice and uttered a meek "yes."

"You aren't her first cuckold you know, but you are the first to just give your woman to her. Her other victims have always either groveled at her feet or tried to fight her unsuccessfully. You went right for the divorce....smart move."

I didn't enjoy being labeled a cuckold, and told her directly. I was only a cuckold if I accepted my lot, and I had cut ties right away.

"Ok baby...sorry for the label. You know, Kim never stays with a lover more than a year. She uses them, destroys their marriage, leaves their family and reputation in shambles, and then moves on. She really gets off if she gets a cuckold to submit to her and her new lover.  She actually does like a dick now and then, but only on her terms. She gets even more charged when a husband tries to fight her for his wife, because she always wins.  But you didn't fight, and haven't given in to her. She doesn't know how to get what she wants out of this!"

I felt my body slump again. I was a victim for sure, but Andy would be the big loser. There was no way I'd ever take her back after this, it was too cruel. She was heading down a road where her husband was gone, she was a tenant in her own home, her children and parents had lost respect for her, and she was destined to lose the person she had trashed it for. For the first time since her grand announcement, I felt bad for her.

"What's your connection with Kim?" I asked.

"She got the goods on my husband when he was cheating on me. I couldn't pin him down even when I knew he was stepping out. She was a good friend, but he didn't know her. She offered to seduce him and get me the evidence I needed. When she did, she wound up in a threesome with his new lover. Imagine my surprise finding out my husband's new babe was another man."

She did understand my point of view. Another woman, she could fight. Losing your spouse to a lover of the same sex, how could you compete!?

"I've kind of owed her ever since. Listen, I know how you feel, and I admire how you are taking this. Here's what is going to happen."

She turned me around to face her. As she did she grasped my cock in her hands and massaged it deeply. Even though I was no spring chicken, and this particular chicken had been well-choked twice that night, her soft hands on me and her breasts pressing against me brought me back to an aroused state very fast. After all, it had been months since another person had been interested in fucking me. She swung her leg over my hip and pressed me into her dripping sex. She grinned as my face reflected the electricity shooting through my system.

"I need a good fucking after all that girl love. You are going to give it to me, quickly, standing right here."

She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to give it to you now, but you'll owe me . You'll owe me a long, luxurious day of fucking. And you'll pay me this week, or by next weekend, Andrea and Kim will know about your little voyeuristic secret." 

She grabbed tightly around my neck, and swung her other leg around my hip. Clamping against me with both thighs now. I turned, pressing her back to the wall, grinding my erection deep inside her oozing wet pussy. Pinned against the wall, I began to drive my hips back and forth, thrusting in and out as she pulled her breasts against me. 

"Fuck me hard, Jimmy," she whispered. 

I did. It had been so long since I had gotten some, and I was determined to fuck Karen like it was my last day on earth. I tried to keep my voice still, but I knew a grunt or two still passed my lips. She kissed me hard to shut me up. She clung to me, and continued to kiss me. She egged on my efforts with a whisper, a bit on the ear. I was pumping frantically, but the strain of holding her up combined with the physical exertion of humping like a rabbit was keeping me from coming. Finally I pivoted away from our standing position, and glided over to the bed, landing on top of her and resuming a hard pistoning fuck almost upon landing. 

"Oh Jimmy, I love girls, but I just can't do without a hard cock in my cunt....come for me!!!!"

I did. And all that I could think was, "I'm back."

We lay there, atop my bed, gently stroking each other, kissing softly, but she was in a hurry to re-join her hosts. 

"Remember, you owe me."

"Next Friday night? Dinner and some music?"

"Really Jimmy? You want a date? I mean along with the sex? I thought I'd wind up just collecting my nice long fuck! You want to romance me too?"

I blushed my answer.

"Ok then, I'll leave you my address before I go tomorrow. You, Mr. Single Man, have your first divorced fuck tonight, and your first divorced date Friday."

She kissed me and got up to leave.

"I wonder," she asked, pausing at the door, "how many people do you think in history have fucked both side of a divorce, on the first night the divorce was final?"

She giggled, blew me a kiss, and sashayed down the hall.

I was far too emotional to sleep. 

I sat down at studio, fired up the gear and began writing songs. I didn't sleep at all, as ideas came to me like they were a dime a dozen. I was able to get them down by recording immediately, and my hands worked the keyboards and guitars like they never had About 10:00 the next morning, the house began to wake up. By then I had one song almost complete, almost demo quality. I had several fragments, lyrics, and bits and pieces of other songs as well. When hunger finally demanded attention, I grabbed a little personal recorder, and took it into the bathroom, singing ideas out over the sounds of the shower. I almost floated down the stairs, and dropped into the kitchen to make some breakfast. 

Andrea and Kim, plus the two women that had passed out during the party, sat there at the table nursing huge mugs of coffee. Karen was in better shape but still bleary eyed. She managed a sexy wink in my direction. I winked back. 

"Breakfast anyone?"

I kind of surprised myself, asking the leftover guests of my ex-wife's "The Divorce IS Final" party if they wanted me to cook breakfast for them. I was so charged from having watched their threesome, having celebrated my own freedom by fucking Karen, and spending an inspired night composing and recording the incredible ideas that had been released into my mind that the thought of cooking for a room full of beautiful women had an appeal I couldn't resist. Actually, it's probably more likely that I was just trying to impress Karen. I could make a mean omelet when I wanted. I soon had the kitchen smelling irresistible, and bleary eyes began to turn my way. I served Karen first, with wink and a smile. Ellen, the woman who had spent the night on the couch, practically drooled at the sight and smell of Karen's plate. She asked Andrea how she could let a man who could make breakfast smell that good get away. I liked hearing that so much, I served her next. As I served the third plate, my coffee was ready. Andy was a poor cook, and her coffee was always hideous. When I set the pot on the table, several mugs were quickly dumped into the sink, and refreshed. I started a second pot. I had finished cooking, and started off, taking my breakfast to my room. 

"Where ya goin'? It was Lauren, the woman who had slept in my daughter's room. "You made us a beautiful breakfast, stay and talk a bit. Enjoy it with us!"

"Thanks, but I'd feel out of place. Besides, I'm right in the middle of something I'd like to keep working on while the ideas are fresh in mind."




She Stole My Wife Ch. 02



I smiled, and left. It wasn't 15 minutes later before Lauren knocked on my door and came in. She had her coat on and had come up to thank me for breakfast before leaving.  I had decorated my room with my paintings, and when she walked in she was genuinely impressed. She looked carefully at them, asking questions about each. Her coat soon came back off. She wasn't leaving quickly. Karen came in, smiled when she saw Lauren. She slipped a card with her phone number and email address into my hand, ran her hand enticingly over my shoulder, then joined Lauren admiring the paintings. I turned back to the computer I that was the central hub of my recording rig as they moved from painting to painting. Ellen came in. Apparently Ellen was an aspiring singer, and when she saw my recording rig, she flipped. She was full of questions about my work, and finally convinced me to playback my current project. 

I couldn't just play what was loaded. It was so inspired by Karen's raid on my solitude last night, that her presence would expose feelings I wasn't ready to share. I was afraid my lyrics would strike a too-familiar chord. I loaded a different project that was nearly finished the night before. It was my real freedom celebration song, and in my haste to find something to play for Ellen, I didn't even consider that I was playing it for Andy's "freedom party" guests. Maybe it was poor taste, but all three women stopped to listen. They lyric was at the same time painful, but looking ahead to a new life. I didn't even hear it though, and was stupidly listening to production quality. When it finished, I was looking at the screen, and quickly tweaking some things according to what I'd heard. I began babbling about what I needed to do to polish it, and when I turned to Ellen, she was wiping a tear from her eye. 

"That was beautiful," she sniffed. "The lyrics..., the music....it's wonderful. I can't believe Andrea had a party to celebrate losing you!"

Lauren leaned over and kissed my cheek. She asked if she could come by sometime with her watercolors.  Ellen asked the same, only about me helping her record a demo. She asked if she could sing the song I'd just played. They left together, and I saw them to the door, all of their phone numbers safely sitting on my desk. Kim came downstairs, dressed to go to the gym. 

"You know you really were sweet about last night, and about breakfast this morning. Thanks."

Her words sounded fine, but there was something suspicious about her demeanor. I didn't trust Kim.

I went back up to my room. Andrea was sitting at my desk looking up at my watercolors. She glanced at me over her shoulder, but not for long enough that I could read her expression. I wasn't interested in seeing her expression, knowing how her eyes had always been able to melt me. I really didn't want to see them right now.

"They're right...it's beautiful."

I thought she was talking about my paintings. She hadn't been in here for months since we separated. I hadn't interested her at all. I had a habit of matting and hanging work that I really liked, and when we separated, already had one wall and a big portion of a second filled with stuff I was proud of. Since the separation, I had done several larger pieces, including one of Jeffy hitting a baseball that had captured his bubbling spirit incredibly well. I thought she was referring to it, as that's where her eyes were cast.

"It sounded amazing, and I can't believe I caused you that much pain, and didn't even realize you were hurting like that."

I didn't understand what she was talking about. I couldn't respond. She lingered, eyes still fixed to Jeffy's perfect swing.

"Your song. It was about me. It was about you, and how I hurt you. It was about how you'd go without me, never letting me know."

Her shoulders betrayed the silent sob.

"Is it true?" 

Apparently she had heard the song when I played it for her friends. She must have been standing outside, eavesdropping. I hadn't told her how deep she'd dropped me with this whole thing. I had put it into my songs, into my paint, into my efforts to play out and ear some extra cash. My silence was her answer. I hadn't told her how I felt, and that door would never open to her again. She had to understand.

"I'll never be able to hear that song, or anything you write again, without crying. Part of me will always regret..."

I didn't hear the rest of what she said. I couldn't listen to it. I left the house and went to the hardware store. When I came back, I was alone. I filled the peephole. It was time to move on.





To be continued....



She Stole My Wife Ch. 03



For those that have read the first two parts of this story, this is a shorter chapter, but you'll enjoy Jimmy's adventure.





Kim came home , still dressed in workout clothes and sweaty from a long session. When she realized Andrea was gone and would be out for sometime, she stepped into my room. 

"So, you fucked Karen, didn't you?"

"Yes I did."

"I didn't think you had it in you."

"You were wrong."

"Andy tells me you always had a high sex drive, how did you manage without? A little internet porn? Spend all night in here alone jerking off? Feel like less of a man, losing your woman?"

I didn't respond. She didn't deserve it.

"Enjoy your little peephole?"

So she knew. I nodded.

"At first I was pissed that Gary had been watching us, probably for years. Then it was kind of hot seeing and hearing you and Andrea. I especially liked you sitting on her face. You stretch your body out, tits pointing to the sky, and that beautiful trimmed blonde pussy sliding back and forth on Andrea's mouth. So hot!"

"So, you got excited watching me and your wife."

"Oh no, Andrea holds no more interest for me that way. She severed the emotional attraction so severely I really feel nothing for her but pain. The way she dumped me then ignored me even has that pain fading fast. You know, you have to care to feel, and I'm afraid I'm left very uncaring. I look at her physically, but I've been there, done that, so that attraction doesn't stand well. It is well worn and pretty played out. You however would make an incredible fuck."

"So all these months of trying to ignore me, and all the while you want to make love?"

"No Kim, I don't want to make love to you, I'd have to be in love to do that. I know you'll be dumping Andrea, and when she realizes what she sacrificed for a short term fling, she'll be crushed. I know you've done it before. I think you are cold, cruel, heartless and entirely sex driven. I don't want to make love with you, I want to fuck you. I want to grab you, throw you to the floor and ram my cock right into your dry pussy until you get wet. I want to rip your shirt off and suck on your nipples so hard you feel it for a month. Then I want to bite them and leave marks that will mark you, brand your tits as mine. I want to pull my dripping cock out of your pussy, and ram it up your ass so hard that when Andy caresses it at night, you'll wince. I want to pull out, grab your hair and fuck your mouth until I'm both licked clean and hard again, then drive into your pussy so far you'll know my cum is already deep in your cervix even before I pull out. I don't want to make love, I want to ravage you."

Kim's expression was priceless. Her mouth hung open in shock. Her hand was clutched to her breast.

"I don't think you can."

"I can. I will. Right now. And I plan to tape it, so I can watch it over and over again, and also so you can't go running to Andy and say you were tricked, or to the police saying you were raped." 

I looked up at her and sensed that she didn't expect that answer. She wasn't however leaving.

"You'd actually tape yourself fucking someone?"

"I have a video camera attached to my studio. It runs whenever I'm working, so if I lose an idea I can rewind and usually recover my train of thought. It's running now. If I got up and followed through with my description of fucking you, wait no,... fucking is even too pleasant a term...., banging you, everyone who saw the tape would know, I told you, I warned you and you had plenty of time to leave my room. A private room where you weren't invited. They might even believe that you were asking for a good fuck, and applaud my performance. Hey Kim, how long has it been since you had a good dick?"

I stood and removed my shirt. I was in great shape, so she couldn't rely on her tactic of ridicule. I undid my jeans and slid them down to the floor, pulling them and my slippers off at the same time. I had gotten aroused describing how I would fuck her, and it was obvious by the tent in my silky black boxers. I don't think she quite expected what she saw. I don't think she had believed when Andy had told her I wasn't small, and through all my teasing, I had never let her clearly see what was under the hood. There was little mystery now, and her eyes widened. She wasn't the same manipulative controlling bitch right now. And it became apparent she wanted me to play out the scenario. I was about to oblige. I was about to fuck the woman who had stolen my wife. And strangely, I was about to do so feeling no revenge or malice, or love. I was about to do it in pure animal heat. I said so for the camera to record. She gulped. I'm not sure she knew how to handle this situation she had created, but I was sure things hadn't gone as she had planned. I removed the final bit of mystery by dropping my boxers, and smiled as her eyes widened further, betraying more desire than surprise. I stepped closer to her.

"Kim, I fully intend to fuck you right now. You may or may not enjoy this, and I frankly could care less. If you don't want to be used, now is the time to leave."

At the end of my speech, I was inches from her face. She didn't budge, I leaned closer, with no intention of kissing her. That would have implied an intimacy I just didn't feel. She may have expected a kiss, still being too stupid to realize that there was no romance in my intentions, because she was very surprised when my dick touched her thin strip of silky blonde pubic hair well before her lips were in range of a potential kiss. The contact startled her, and for a second the old Kim returned and she gave my face a brutal slap.

"That's a freebie. If you ever strike me again, I will strike back, only harder." 

I pressed my dick into her again, She slapped again, harder. I returned the favor as promised, harder. The force spun her around, and once her back was turned I used her momentum to lower her to the floor, with me close behind. 

I hiked her shorts and panties up and to the side, exposing her pussy. I pressed her upper body to the floor while spreading her legs with my own. She was strong, but I outweighed her by plenty, and her struggles didn't seem as vigorous as I might have expected. She was helplessly pinned, when I pressed my throbbing cock against the entrance to her dripping wet cunt. She was dripping with the excitement, and her breathing accelerated right away.

"I'll give you one more chance to leave, say you want to go, and I'll let you up."

"Fuck you!"

"Say the word Kim, say you want to go, and I'll let you up!"

"Fuck you!"

"Not what I expected to hear Kim!"

"Fuck you, you fucking asshole, just fuck me!"

I obliged. I sent my dick right in between those sweet lips, and it slid into a loose dripping pussy. So much for taking her dry and cold, she was quite aroused already. I lowered my full weight onto her back and began to pump her like there was no tomorrow. She shrieked with each thrust, sometimes something intelligible, either profane or insulting, other times just grunts and moans, but she was highly vocal. I reached my hands up under her shirt and around her smooth skin, grabbing her breasts from the side. She struggled against this too, and managed to pull her shirt back down with out interrupting the rhythm of our hips. As she did she swung her head violently back against me, knocking brutally into my temple.

"Fuck you!" she growled again, but still pressed hard against my continuing thrusts in an effort to pull me as deeply as I could possibly penetrate. 

"No, fuck you, Kim."

I placed my forearm across the back of her shoulders to prevent further damage from another well placed headbutt, and continued to plow her, my hips slapping hard against her ass with each thrust. I could feel an explosion welling up inside, and as I continued to probe the full depth of her pussy, I could feel her body tensing.....

"Ooooooohhhhh shit....." the unearthly guttural voice I'd heard coming from her the night before in her threesome with Andrea and Karen returned....and it resonated fully in my mind. Her body was bucking with the waves of climax, and I had never enjoyed fucking anyone as much as this. I decided against fucking her ass now, that could wait. I wanted to spew my first load as deeply into her as possible, as close as I could to her eggs. I wanted her pregnant. I felt my own eruption begin, and in seconds my seed was spewing deep inside her. 

"Mmmmmm," I moaned into her ear as she collapsed beneath my still fucking, still cumming frame. Here it comes....a brother or sister for Jeffy.  I'm going to make you a mother, and a step mother in one sweet loveless fuck!"

Kim had tried to make a cuckold out of me. Now I had turned the tables and made her my tool to cuckold my cheating wife. The woman that had made Andrea a cheating wife was now Andrea's cheating "wife." And it would be entirely possible that the mothers of my children would now not only be lesbian partners. Too weird, I would have to get Jeffy out of there, he'd have to live with me.

I moved to her tits. Her body really was exquisite, and in another lifetime, I probably would have loved taking my time, being gentle, and making the kind of love I had learned about watching the threesome last night. But tonight was about something else. Tonight was about taking her, not sharing tender moments I began to suck her hard nipples. I had seen through the peephole how sensitive she was, and knew she was enjoying this. I licked and sucked and kneaded her breast meat with my hands. She wasn't fighting at all. She was moaning with pleasure in fact, and whispering regret that it had been so long since she had enjoyed a good cock. Her hands now caressed the back of my head and shoulders, and slid sultrily down my spine. It felt so good, I went gentler on her tits. We didn't kiss though, she didn't even attempt. She knew what this was, and she was enjoying it the same way I was. I reached down, and raised her legs one by one to my shoulders, exposing her dripping wet pussy once more. She groaned a pleasurable consent as I entered her again. 

She was now too loose and wet to feel. I rolled her over, and spread my legs on either side of her. I maneuvered my dick over her mouth. She clamped it tightly. I grabbed her by the bangs with one hand, and the jaw with my other.

"Clean me.  Lick your pussy off me."

She proceeded to lick and suck me back to glory. I felt myself harden with every stroke, until as she engulfed my full erection I was long enough to gag her. It felt too good, the heat from her mouth, my head stroking the back of her throat, the vibrations of her ecstatic hums on my sensitive manhood. All I wanted to do was spew down her throat. I told her so. I told her to take me in the mouth, and I'd leave her ass alone. She was happy to agree. Her tongue began massaging the underside as her lips stroked the length of my shaft. I began to hump her mouth, when she said "No, let me." She spun me to my back and began to bob her head over my cock. She was a master of oral sex, and I was about to burst. I arched my back as orgasm approached, and she dropped her face fully down engulfing me while her tongue continued it's massage. I felt spurt after spurt of cum escape me, and she swallowed it all. She pumped me dry, and continued to lick and suck after I was spent and beginning to go flaccid. 

"You are an amazing fuck." I told her, "I see why Andy fell for you."

She looked up to be kissed. I couldn't. I wouldn't. Kissing is love. Onc she realized how it was going to be, she rose, looked back once, and left silently. 

I went back to writing. Suddenly, those creative juices were flowing again. I wonder, is the production level of creative juice proportionate to the production level of sexual juice in an individual? If so, maybe I'd have to steal Kim from my ex-wife, because she got both my motors running.





To be continued....



She Stole My Wife Ch. 04



Part 4 Jimmy Breaks Free

I slept well that night, and awoke Monday morning with my mind still in overdrive. I took the day off from school, and spent the day writing, recording, and sending finished material to a friend in the licensing and publishing business. Shortly after lunch, my fax machine rang, and went through the familiar start up sounds. My cell phone rang immediately as well. It was my friend. 

The fax printed out a contract and all the needed paperwork to get my work licensed and copyrighted. I had sent 3 finished songs, and several fragments of ideas, all of which he loved. He had clients looking for material just like I had written, and encouraged me to finish the rest, because he was certain everything would sell right away. He also asked me to send all the stuff I'd written for school and church use over the years, anything I hadn't already published, and told me to begin arrangements of my new songs for school groups. He was so convinced these songs would sell, that my entire school music opus was likely to sell on my new songs' popularity coattails. I didn't argue, and that fax machine remained busy for the rest of the day, and indeed the rest of the week. 

"What took you so long to start making money off this stuff, it's really good! I'm glad you're doing it now, and I'm thrilled you sent it to me, but I'm really ticked we didn't become millionaires together years ago! Jimmy, I've been after you for years!" His admonishment really hit home. All along, I could have had a bit extra in the bank, but I had always been reluctant to relinquish control of my songs. Suddenly faced with the financial difficulties surrounding a divorce on top of the costs of supporting a son with such significant developmental issues, I was forced to take this step into a second career. Besides, just think,, if I had pushed to sell my work back then, Andrea would be collecting half of the royalties as part of a divorce settlement. This way, it was all mine.

Driving home from school on Thursday, my agent called again. Two songs had sold to a prominent country star, who had been looking for filler on a new album. However, it didn't turn out to be filler. He liked the one I had written first, the "my divorce is final" song, so well he wanted to title the album after it. A third song had sold to an R&B singer, a young up-and-coming star. She was actually rushing to add it to the program of a benefit she would be performing the following evening, and she wanted me to attend. I'd have front row seats at the show, and an invitation to the after party. Who could resist? And Karen thought our big date would consist of no more than dinner and a movie. 

I called to make dinner reservations, and reserved a room at the Plaza as well. I left Karen a message that our plans had changed, and she would want to dress up stylishly, but that our destination was a secret. Things were definitely looking up.

Friday I came home from school. Andrea and Kim came home later, chattering so raucously I could hear them over the water in the shower.. They were planning a busy weekend. I dried off, and took my time carefully shaving. I went to my room, and pulled out my most stylish suit. As I stood there naked, laying out my clothing, there was a knock on my door. 

"Jimmy....oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you weren't dressed!" Andrea averted her eyes but walked right in.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before."

"Yeah, but I always saw it quite a bit softer, and flabbier, you're looking good!"

She stopped averting her eyes, and looked me over like she hadn't in years. 

"Was there something you wanted to ask me?"

She abandoned whatever fantasy was currently playing in her mental cinema and explained to me that they had been invited to a cabin in the Poconos to go skiing that weeked. She wanted me to take Jeffy, even though it was her weekend with him.

"Sorry Andrea, something has come up. I have to be in the city tonight, and may not be home until late."

"Oh right you have a big date with Karen. Well you deserve it, you've been so good to us, and I don't want to be pushy." She paused in thought, and then asked "Would you mind if we left early tomorrow."

"I may not come home tonight. I may even stay out until sometime Sunday. I can't promise you'll even see me before the department meeting Monday after school."

Andrea was staring again. There was a time when I would have been quite turned on by that, but now she held no interest either sexually or romantically. 

"You really, really look good, Jimmy."

"Thanks," I said as I pulled on my underwear, and began dressing. I don't know what disappointed her more, that I didn't get turned on by her, that she had Jeffy for the weekend and would have to pass on the skiing, or that I pulled my underwear on. Either way, a very long faced Andrea walked out of my room. 

Just as I finished dressing, the doorbell rang. I heard Jeffy call out "Pizza Time!" in his inimitable sing song, but it wasn't the pizza man. My debut tonight had earned me car service, and as I came downstairs, Jeffy was showing a very elegantly dressed chauffeur into the entry way. The upper half of her ensemble was the traditional black suit, complete with white shirt, tie and black hat. But below, she was all about legs that never quit. They swept down from the tiniest of mini skirts. My suit was well tailored and very complimentary, but I didn't expect the look she gave me. If I was going to suddenly have a second career in my life that afforded me luxuries like chauffeurs, I hoped they would always be this luxurious...and sexy! 

She took my small overnight bag, and led me to the elegant limo. Jeffy had to investigate so I had her take us around the block once, which thrilled him to no end. Kim and Andrea were astonished at the style I was exhibiting, as I had always been thrifty with a family budget that was always jus in the black. 

Karen was also surprised when we picked her up. Many eyes followed her as we strolled out of her apartment, and our foxy chauffeur held the door for us both. She was all a twitter about where we were going. Dinner was filled with guesses and questions, as she tried to determine what had caused our change of plans. When we arrived at the concert hall, the limo dropped us curbside, where uniformed ushers met us at a VIP drop. We were ushered directly to our seats, as the program was about to begin. 

When she found out who we were hearing, Karen flipped. It was one of her favorite singers, and the chance to hear her live was a huge thrill. It got even better when we were escorted to front row seats, and better still when the concert began, and the singer winked right at us.

The concert was nearly over, when the lights dimmed, and the song I had written began. They had re-worked the groove a bit, taking it from the folk pop sound I had submitted on my demo to an R&B beat that really worked...I loved it. The singers eyes teared, and I realized just how much she really identified with the lyric. She looked at me as she sang the final note, barely 10 feet away from where we sat. As the final chord faded into wild applause, she mouthed "Thank You" to me and blew me a kiss. Karen was floored. I like I was floating throughout the up tempo finale. I didn't feel my feet touch the ground as we were taken backstage to the green room to be greeted by the musicians. My hand was pumped until it was sore. Karen was astonished at being able to meet her favorite artist, and I was aroused by the embrace and kiss she gave me. She apologized to Karen.

"I'm sorry honey, but his song has made me feel so good, I have to pay him back a little bit!"

Karen smiled, and said she'd forgive her, if we could come hear her again sometime. 

"Sugar, you stay with this man, and you'll hear lots of me. I want first dibs on everything he writes."

The after party was a blur. Taking Karen to the Plaza was a blur. Taking Karen to bed was not. We no sooner had closed the door to our room, than she wrapped her arms around me and spread my lips with the hottest tongue I'd ever felt. She exclaimed repeatedly how much she had loved the evening, and could hardly believe that she had just heard her favorite singing star playing the song I had just written. She couldn't get over the fact that she had heard it before anyone else, in the solitude of my own studio. She continued kissing my face and neck as she gushed about the entire experience. Then she pulled my shirt open and began to undo my belt. I quickly responded, unzipping her sexy dress, and as she dropped my pants to the floor her dress lay along side. She moved to the bed, looking so fuckable. Her tits were bursting out of the little black bra, and her black panties complimented sexily her dark thigh highs. Her ass was lifted by her legs which pressed so daintily into the very high heeled stiletto shoes. She pulled me to the bed by the hand, and as she crawled on top of the satiny gold cover, she pulled me down to kiss her again. 

Her skin was afire, and my mind was frenzied with desire, until I remembered how Karen had made love that night I watched through the peephole. 

"Savor it," I thought, "make love tonight. Make love the way you saw her make love. She'll want it the way she gives it." 

So I didn't let her pull me all the way down on the bed to her. I caught my weight on my hands and knees and suspended myself above her. I dropped my lips to hers and held them there in a kiss...a barely touching kiss. I felt her hands respond, moving to my back and gently brushing along the skin. This was what she liked.

I went with it, and continued to barely kiss her lips, then slid along her cheek to her neck, just below the jaw bone. I whispered in her ear. I thanked her for sharing that night with me. I told her how good it felt to have such a beautiful woman by my side, especially since no one had been there for months. I told her she'd never know how much it meant to me, and that I could never repay what she had given me. I lowered my body to my side, half of me touching her, but with my weight firmly on the bed. My skin felt tingly against hers, and I could feel her beautiful breast heave with each breath she took. She did savor the moment as much as I had hoped. There was no rush, and each caress felt like its own eternity, and a blissful one at that. Her lips were moist and soft, and her skin was warm and smooth. I wrapped my arm around her and unfastened her bra. It slowly dropped away in front, but I let it rest where it settled. I ran my free hand down the length of the side of her body, brushing her skin, not pushing beyond the base of her breast. I allowed my hand to drift below her waist, caressing her thigh and hip, brushing her butt cheeks but being careful not to grab or even caress them. 

She made the first move towards a more aggressively passionate pace. I felt her hand pull my head closer to her, and her kiss intensified on my lips. Her tongue parted my lips, and began to explore my mouth behind them. I felt her other hand slide beneath my waist band, and move my underwear off my hips. She began to cup and massage my butt cheeks, but I held onto my slow steady pace. 

Her kisses became even more intense, and she rolled towards me, pressing her pelvis against mine. With my briefs at my knees, there was no hiding my excitement, and she wanted my body free and accessible, so she slid her foot up and drove my pants completely off. Here hands also reached down to her own panties, and she slid them to where she could wriggle free. My hand had wandered close to her breast in its travels, and she quickly freed her hand to take mine, and press it to her breast. She gasped as my hand engulfed her rock hard nipple. Her tits were incredibly firm, considering their size, and I delighted as she guided my hand in a massage. She finally placed my hand so her nipple was wedged between two open fingers, then grabbed my ass again and pressed us together. I slid my free hand underneath her, cupped her ass and pulled back. 

"Where'd you learn to touch a woman like this?"

"From watching you, with Kim and Andy."

She must have been impressed, because she grabbed me tightly, and kissed me deeply. She rolled me to my back, and wriggled her hip to align her sex with mine. She slowly slid me into her dripping wet heat, and I moaned in pleasure. She held herself there, with me deep inside, pulsing her sex around my. We continued to kiss. Strangely, I felt no urgency to begin to thrust. I felt amazingly satisfied just holding myself inside her, both of us throbbing. Again, she decided when we had waited long enough, and the combination of me filling her and her pulsing herself around me must have spurred her to action, because she began to come shortly after beginning to move. She thrust her hips wildly against me, and bit down lightly on my tongue, which was deep in her mouth. She shuddered and writhed through an intense climax, and then came to rest against me.

"You didn't come." She whispered in my ear.

"You did!" I whispered back.

"Don't you want to?"

"Eventually."

She resumed her kiss, and began to gently undulate her hips up and down, allowing me to slowly thrust in and out of her juicy pussy. I was still in no hurry to finish. There was definitely something to this "savor the moment" approach. Karen loved it too. She whispered and cooed the entire time, telling me how wonderful I felt, and that I could go all night if I wanted. I felt my body well up in that familiar preparation. But unlike any other time I made love, I didn't explode. I felt the orgasm welling up with enormous energy, and then it began, and then it sustained. It continued to press my body into places I hadn't gone before. I could feel the climax in my toes, in my shoulders, in m very hair. It didn't wash in waves as usual, it just pressed against every cell in my body. Karen felt it too. She was excited at first and began to cum herself. However as her orgasm subsided, I was still locked in the energy of the moment. She began to worry. 

"Are you ok?"

I was speechless. My eyes too must have been glazed over, and seemed unresponsive, because she became more obviously worried.

"Jimmy...Jimmy, are you alright!!??"

Her frantic voice broke the spell, and the waves that had built up then began to break. I felt myself spew deeply into her, and began to thrust hard against her. The energy I was releasing was incredible, and soon drove her back to climax. We writhed and kissed and hugged and scratched and clawed and grabbed and sucked and fucked through the most powerful moment I had ever experienced. When the eruption passed, she looked into my eyes still concerned. Then her mood broke and she grinned.

"Welcome back."

"You too," I panted.

"I never..."

"I know." I panted still.

She rested her head on my shoulder, and we fell asleep there.

The sex Karen and I shared that night was incredible. True to my suspicions and hopes we rode the high of the evening through the weekend, shopping, sampling the city's diverse cuisine, drinking champagne, and fucking at all hours of the Saturday, Saturday night and Sunday morning. 

Monday's school day was easy to take. I spent every free moment writing. The department meeting was uneventful, though I kept filling my notebook throughout. I was oblivious to the fact that Andrea's glare should have born a hole in me. At the end of the meeting, a somewhat troubled Andrea asked me if she could ride home with me, Kim had taken the car. I agreed and she followed me to my car.

All the way home, she pumped me about my weekend, looking for details. I didn't answer with any kind of detail, so her questioning intensified. As we got closer to home, she asked point blank if I were getting serious with Karen, all the while suspecting that she was the reason for my bright mood. I pulled the CD that had been playing out of my dash, and handed it to her. It was a burn of the recording of the benefit concert. My song had been playing. It was autographed, Dear Jimmy, thanks for the song! I stopped the car and strolled across the yard to the front door. She sat in the car staring at the CD in disbelief.

Karen and I didn't last long as lovers. The sex was great, but we didn't connect on the other things that were important in a relationship. We still remain friends, and we still enjoy fucking each other once in a while, but have agreed to avoid being serious, and to stay out of the way of each other's serious loves. 

My song hit the charts a month later, and became a huge hit. The country singer also did well, with both of my songs hitting the country top lists. Shortly after that, royalty checks began to appear from my licensing agreements. I would never again have money problems. I frequently hired my favorite limo driver to take me into town, to ball games, and once to a weekend getaway...requiring her to spend a couple of nights in my cabin.

I never again needed anything as pitiful as my peephole, though I am grateful I had it during those months while I was trying to get my head together. It's odd, but it seems money makes you much more attractive, and suddenly women who would have thought you too old, too gray, too thick in the waist think you're pretty hot. I had plenty of money to take a willing date to a high class hotel, or on a weekend escape. I had Karen around, and my chauffeur was always pleased to drive me anywhere, around the block or around the corner, or on an "overnight trip" with no other passengers. I went to parties, concerts and premiers with the entertainment crowd, and managed to be well traveled in conferences and festivals for my school music publications, which had caught on as well.

Women were everywhere, and I enjoyed sampling every size, shape and flavor. I had undergone a great deal of pain, frustration and humiliation in recent months, but was making up for it rapidly. So many friends and colleagues didn't understand why I chose to live like I had, but I couldn't let Jeffy's world blow up so suddenly. I could endure insults and snide comments for his sake. I could endure the hell of losing a loved one in such a humiliating way. I could endue the hell of having to live like I had. Those things paled in comparison with the thought of Jeffy believing he wasn't loved, or that he no longer had a safe place to call home. I had to stay within myself until I could give him a stable home. 

Suddenly, I didn't look too stupid to those same fools who had ridiculed me, instead of standing by me as friends should. I was hanging with an entirely different crowd. I went nowhere without the company of a sexy woman, and that was especially tough to take for those guys who were locked into marriages that had grown cold with age. They had laughed when they found out I had been toasted at my wife's divorce party, but had gulped their ridicule away whenever they saw me with one of the women I met at that same party. The attention I garnered was a cause of extreme jealousy in Andrea as well, that her friends, the very women who toasted my divorce now took advantage of the freedom that party celebrated by regularly coming over to see me instead of her. How ironic was that.

My world had turned around completely, and I had nothing to do with initiating the change. Change was thrust upon me, and nothing was ever so painful. But I took my time dealing with it. I watched change evolve, I learned its course, and I made the best of it. I dried my tears before anyone saw them, I didn't let them see my pain. I was stronger for it in the end. I found sides of me that had been buried and lost in the routines of day to day life. I liked those new sides. I'm not sure I would have ever found them if Andy hadn't left me, so in a real way, that toast which was so uncomfortable to hear at her divorce party was momentous in my life as well. It was my freedom too. I was torn up about it then because I had no idea how valuable that would become. Andy had been holding me down. I was too comfortable with her, and had probably needed to find a new edge in my life. I was better now. 




She Stole My Wife Ch. 04



I still had a long way to go, and grow. I had all that I wanted. I kept thinking that. "I have all that I want." But one thing was still missing. I had everything except that one thing that was so important to me about Andy when we were married, someone to share my life and grow old with. Some day, I'd have to work on that.

to be continued...



She Stole My Wife Ch. 05



Part 5: Kim's Change Of Life, And An End To The Story.

Andrea and Kim argued. Frequently. Kim became very emotional. She got nauseous at cooking odors, especially when Andrea cooked. She wasn't looking her normal self, and Andrea became frustrated that she didn't want to make love nearly as often as before the divorce party. I pissed off Andrea when I announced that I had bought a house down by the water, and would be moving out over the next month. Things weren't turning out as she had planned. My star was rising, Kim's was not. Women were coming to me at a rate that allowed me to be quite selective, and money was coming in by the armload. I now had a place where I could provide Jeffy a stable, comfortable home. The timing of all of this was great for me, but hell on Andrea. I was completing our split, and Andrea had no say in the matter. I was moving out.

Andrea moped around the house as I shuttled out my belongings. Curiously, Kim looked increasingly nervous. I left everything we had acquired during our marriage. I contemplated selling my house to Andrea for a pittance. I decided not to. Though I had done nothing vindictive to Andrea to exact revenge in any way, it just seemed wise to retain ownership and let her just live there rent free. It was no skin off my nose, I didn't need the money, it remained a great investment, and what grounds would she have to demand child support if I was letting her live there for nothing? I took so little, the house didn't look at all emptied, except for my room.

One night I announced I had moved everything, and would be gone by the next day.

Andrea was visibly upset. I guess somehow she thought she had the best of all worlds, her family intact and a hot sex kitten purring in her bed. Still, I was surprised that Kim was the one to object vocally. She made one lame excuse after another why I should stay. Andrea suspiciously asked Kim why the sudden change in attitude towards me. Kim then dropped the ultimate bombshell.

"I want my baby to know its Daddy."

I had to work very hard at my poker face to stifle a laugh. I had much practice at showing zero emotion around these two, but I still had to work hard at this one. Andy and I always joked about how fertile we were. We never had to wait long to know one of my swimmers had won its race. Apparently the team was still quite healthy, because I had only fucked Kim that one time. I had considered this possibility even then, so this wasn't totally a surprise to me. It also was not entirely unwelcome, I loved my kids! There was plenty of room in my new place for another child, and I certainly had the means to get help. I would be happy to have a new baby in my life. 

"My baby can get to know his or her Daddy all it wants, but it'll have to be in my own home."

Kim began to tear, "This is your home."

"Not anymore! This situation worked because I made it work. It wasn't easy, and still isn't comfortable for me. I can afford something different now, and I need my own place. I need to feel at home when I'm home. Here I'm intruding."

I never fought with Andrea the way she and Kim now argued. Andrea's vocal assault on Kim was relentless. "How could you do this to me? How could you cheat on me?" Boy, that one was a hoot to hear! "I can't believe you're having a baby without considering my feelings. You ripped my life apart telling me a woman's love is more special and tender than a man's and then you fuck the very man I left!"

She finally chased Kim from the room with her tirade. Kim left, blubbering like a baby in that inimitable way a pregnant woman can after bursting into tears. Andrea just sat and directed her stare at me. She must've come to realize everything she had just shrieked at Kim could have been something I said to her a short time ago, either when she informed me of her own infidelity or when we had our third child, which had been her decision over my concerns and objections.

"I guess you probably know how I feel."

I just looked back, still struggling with that poker face.

"So are you happy now? Is this like, revenge for you?"

I looked at her blankly. I found the irony kind of funny, but I didn't wish pain on anyone. I just looked away, and left for my new house. It was time to make it a home.

I didn't know what Kim expected from me. I was clear all along that I didn't love her. Did she envision me moving in and setting up house with Andrea as the odd man out? Me, the loner at the peephole? Did she think we'd somehow work this into a cozy little threesome? As erotic as that sounded, it just wasn't how I was wired. I didn't hear from either woman for a week, until I stopped by to pick up Jeffy to spend the week with me. Andrea had him packed and ready to go.

"I don't blame you, you know. I'm not mad at you for fucking her, I guess I deserved something for how I treated you."

"There was nothing vengeful about fucking Kim. She was hot, I was horny, and once we got started she felt so damned good, I used her every way I could. But there was no thought of you, no revenge! To be honest, there was no thought of her either, it was just an act of pure lust."

"How can you do that? Don't you need an emotional tie?"

"Think of it for a minute, a sexy woman comes to me, daring me to fuck her. With a body like Kim's and those tits poking my way. You know what I'm saying of all people, she got you so hot you divorced me for her. I got hard so fast, it was as if I was eighteen again. Then she took this attitude with me as if I weren't man enough to handle her. So of course I had to prove her wrong! I took her right there, grabbed her shorts and panties and fucked her right through the leg openings. She was so wet, I felt like I was fucking an eighteen year old as well. No lube, no foreplay, no love. Two animals in heat. Then when I finished, I put my dick in her mouth to clean off, and you know what? She loved it! Imagine that, some women actually get off on giving head as well as getting it."

"Jimmy, you never made love to me like that!"

"You never wanted it like that. If I got a little bit physical, you'd stop and push me away mid-hump! And did you ever give oral like you actually wanted to? Like you might be enjoying it? No Ma'am. No, you found me repulsive. Kim licked and sucked like I was a gourmet meal. And if she came to me wanting it again, I'd be ready."

"But you got her pregnant!"

"Yeah funny huh? I get to be a dad again, only this time I don't have to deal with the pregnancy hassles. She's your partner, she lives in your house, so you get all the "daddy-to-be duties!" You get to be there for the nausea, the headaches. And the 'Not tonight dears' that go along with them. You get to do all the housework and the parenting of the older kid when she is down for the count. Remember being on bed rest for months? Better hope she carries the baby better that you did. Your frailty was exhausting!"

"You never complained then!"

"No I didn't, that was part of my role. I didn't complain because I loved you, I was the dad, the mom to the older kids, the cook, the dishwasher, the maid, and the chauffer for everybody, because I loved both you and the baby we were bringing into the world."

"Are you going to do that for Kim?"

"I loved you then, I don't love her, so no. I'm going to be the kind of father to the baby that I was to our three, but you are Kim's partner. You get those other jobs."

Awkward silence. I broke it.

"You love her. Go take care of her. After all, your going to be a step-mom to your kids' half brother, or sister. Or will you be a step-dad…it's pretty confusing!"

I took Jeffy and left.

My relationships with Kim and Andrea didn't change much for a month. Andrea always had a nervous unsettled nature when she was unable to make love, and she had that air continually now. It was strong even when I saw her at work. Kim must have lost her sex drive while pregnant, and Andrea never liked to go without for long. I have to confess, I wasn't doing without, and part of me was enjoying the irony of the shoe being on Andrea's other foot. 

I wasn't doing without. Being single was actually quite cool, and Andrea had supplied a steady stream of partners with her little divorce party. A little suffering that night had paid off. Karen wasn't the only friend of Kim and Andrea's that I saw. Ellen, Andrea's other friend from the party that had passed out and spent the night spent hours with me in the recording studio. She was a great singer, and played piano better than I. She could also lay down a violin track, so had become one of my favorite session musicians when making a new demo. Her work had paid off for me as I kept selling songs, and now had 4 well known artists using my work as well as several commercials and short soundtrack segments. It had paid off for her as well though as my licensing company had noticed her and signed her to a contract. She was working on her own album, and was using three of my songs. 

Ellen had no difficulty in figuring out ways to repay me. She was a master of the blow job, and truly loved giving them. She was all about oral sex, which was her attraction to other women, and her connection to Kim. I never fucked Ellen, but I sure enjoyed the attention of her lips and tongue, and enjoyed putting my tongue on her lips as well. Ellen was particular in how oral had to be done to her. She would guide me through the paces of exploring her pussy. I didn't need to guide her efforts at all however as she was an expert. 

We would take a break from recording, and she would swivel my chair to face her, slide my pants off and suck me to erection. She had a technique she described as eating a banana without teeth, and it literally pulled the blood out of circulation to swell me to hardness. She would then shift to the ice cream cone technique, licking around to keep it nice and neat, not melting in the heat! She would spend extra time in those sensitive spots which she knew as well as if they were on her own body. Then she would change to the lollipop technique, engulfing it in her mouth, and pulling it back out while suckling the flavor from the skin. I almost hoped she'd bite to find the chocolaty center. Ellen insisted on oral sex during almost every break we took. 

"Somehow I need to repay you for my studio time, and besides, you taste good!"

I was in a state of near bliss. I had my own house, decorated according to my taste. The music played there was according to my taste. I was secure in my profession, and nearing an age where I might consider an early retirement from school, and spending my time working my own hours composing and free-lancing.

Andrea came to pick up Jeffy one day, and arrived early. We had just started to eat dinner, so I invited her to join us. I felt very at ease now, having had plenty of time to adjust, having landed squarely on my feet, and having replaced her in nearly every way she had been a part of my life. It felt right having there as a friend now, and especially as Jeffy's mom. She seemed to appreciate the situation as well, and remarked what a beautiful home I had made.

"I am a bit jealous you know."

Now how was I to respond to that? Exactly, so I didn't. I just waited for her to continue. Then I just listened to her, as I had nothing to gain from commenting. 

"You've done so well since you left me. You have a beautiful home, a new career making you all kinds of money, Jeffy adores you, Suzy too. Do you know she still barely speaks to me because 'I dumped Dad? And Even though Gary says he understands why we split up, he wishes we hadn't."

"Andrea, I know it's just semantic, but it bothers me when you say I left you. You do realize you did the leaving in our relationship don't you? I just moved out. After the fact."

She looked down, knowing full well that I had been nothing but devoted and faithful, that our current state was really her doing. 

"The thing I regret," I continued "is that I was too stupid to know what was going on, too blind to notice you looking elsewhere for love. It will always depress me, knowing I wasn't enough for the one person I really needed in my life, and knowing I wasn't smart enough to detect that."

Awkward silence followed. Andrea searched for the words to say, and I had no inclination to continue. I went on with dinner. I probably would have lost my composure but for Jeffy clowning around and playing "footsie" beneath the table. He was so happy the three of us were together. Now for all Jeffy's disabilities, his strength was people. He had a way of bringing out the best in people, and no one could be in his presence for long with out cracking a smile or being the recipient of a world class hug.

"Mommy, are you moving?"

"No, Mommy isn't moving, Daddy moved," she answered.

"No, Mommy is moving to Daddy's house with Jeffy."

In all of the change swirling around our lives, Jeffy was the big loser. As much as I had tried to shelter him, our split up had affected him, even before I moved. He needed a steady environment, the American dream with two parents and a loving environment. Andy hadn't lost sight of Jeffy, but in the last few months, in spite of our divorce agreement leaving her custody, had left most of the parenting to me. Perhaps this suddenly resonated in Jeffy's statement of his desire for her to move in with us. I could see the tears well up in her eyes, and asked Jeffy to go into the kitchen and get another glass of milk. While he was gone, Andrea composed herself.

"I thought somehow this would be easier. I thought I could have a new adventure with Kim and somehow you guys would be fine. I thought….. No I guess I didn't. I didn't think it through at all. Jimmy, I'm so sorry I hurt you. I'm so sorry I hurt Jeffy. I really do love Kim, and she makes me feel so special, well at least she did before she got pregnant."

It turned out that Kim's lack of libido had left one void, and what was turning out to be a weak pregnancy was causing many other problem. Kim was going on bed rest immediately, or risked losing the baby. It was a familiar scenario to us, as Andrea had been on bed rest for all three pregnancies. It was ironic that now, she was experiencing the difficulties I had known as the spouse of a woman with a difficult pregnancy. Along with all of the demands of time and effort to care for someone who was seriously disabled, you had to deal with the sensory quirks, aversion to smells or cravings for tastes, sensitivity to temperature, a desire for closeness with no thought of sensual contact, wide emotional swings, short temper. Yes, I knew too well what Andrea was going through. Hell. And suddenly I looked like heaven.

I was in shape, Kim was incapacitated. I was even tempered Kim ran hot and cold. My house was well kept, Andrea was slaving under Kim's demands. I was sexually active, Kim was cold to the touch. Andrea looked at me like I was an ice cream sandwich on the hottest day of the year. She began to send signals, the same old familiar flirts, looks and postures that helped her find me in the first place. I deflected them by keeping Jeffy squarely as the center of attention. She lingered after dinner, before taking Jeffy to her home. She seemed to feel very much at home in many ways. In others however, she was a fish out of water. After all, she was now in a house that was clearly mine, bought and decorated to my taste and paid for through my efforts. She was looking at her son, so comfortable in this home, welcoming her and asking when she planned to move into his new house. When we finally packed Jeffy in her car to go, she sighed as if she really wanted to stay. As much as I missed her, I was relieved when they finally drove off, leaving me in my solitude.

That night I dreamed of Andrea. I saw future scenes, with she and Kim happily playing with the baby and me on the outside looking in. I saw past scenes, with me and Andrea playing with our kids, and Kim on the outside looking in. I saw the present, with all of us pointing fingers at each other, and all of us miserable in not having what we really wanted. With each episode I woke in a cold sweat. I tried to put Andrea out of my mind, but not since my divorce had it been so difficult. I went to my studio thinking I could work my way to sleep, but each song I worked on turned Andrea's way. This time my dream took a decidedly different path. 

Like a scene from an old Broadway musical, I saw my past life with Andy and the kids. I saw the kids traipsing off to school as Kindergartners and returning with mortarboards after their college graduations. I saw Kim, dressed in black flowing silk, looking evil. I watched Kim take Andy right from my arm, cast her aside, and then come for me brandishing a long steel rod…

I awoke in a cold sweat. My subconscious thoughts really surprised me. In spite of people talking behind my back, busting on me about allowing my wife to be stolen, the truth I clung to was that I really didn't want a woman who didn't want me. If she didn't know what she had, she wasn't good enough to have it. The thoughts troubled me, and my mind drifted to better times.

I dreamed of our vacation at the Cape just before graduation from college. We stayed at her parents vacation home, with both sets of parents, a total of 5 siblings, a set of grandparents an aunt and uncle, 2 dogs and a cat. There wasn't much chance for two young lovers to be alone. Someone was sleeping on every bed, couch, and open space on the floor. But we got away by taking a walk on the beach to "talk." It was twilight, but most people had gone home for the day, so the beach was nearly emptied. No sooner had we cleared the dunes and were out of stragglers sight than Andy whipped of her shirt and shorts. We clung to each other in the dark releasing all the pent up desire that had stored all week.

Again I woke, the memories had stirred old feelings for Andrea, and I actually missed her.

I remembered the special dates, vacations, birthdays, and the nights our kids were born. I realized I would have those always, and along with them, I would always have a soft spot in my heart for Andy. But what I would not ever have again, is the kind of love we shared until Kim came along. I knew my love had died when I realized I had no desire to touch her, even at dinner when things were so comfortable and pleasant. I had no need to talk to her anymore about how I felt. I didn't need her like I used to. I didn't trust her like I used to.

I decided to go for a run. I always thought more clearly running. I would come up with ideas and solutions of a caliber that never seemed to occur when I wanted them. Something about running took my mind off the forest and let me see the trees. First it came to me that Jeffy needed to move in with me permanently. He needed the stability I could give him. Then I decided my baby would have to move in with me also. Kim wasn't exactly mother material, and Andrea was no more mentally ready to deal with a baby than with Jeffy. I had means to hire help during the day, so the kids could be at their home instead of a daycare. I had plenty of room. Kim and Andy would always be welcome to visit, but only as guests. After all, they were the mothers of my children. I had made everything work out to this point, I was determined to handle this challenge too.

I worked hard to prepare my home for a new occupant. I finished a room into a beautiful nursery, and spent hours with Jeffy explaining what a new little brother or sister would mean to us. Andy and Kim hadn't argued at all when I started keeping Jeffy longer and longer, until now our custodial roles reversed, and I had him most of the time while he lived with Andy only every other weekend. 

Kim was a demanding patient, and Andrea was less than patient as a caregiver. She was never a great cook, and was always less than meticulous at keeping house. Everytime I saw her, she looked exhausted and run down. I took Kim to every doctor's visit, though she expressly didn't want me in the exam room, so I waited dutifully in the outer office every time. We spoke a great deal about Kim's health issues, and discussed what the doctor said at length, but she didn't want to plan for a life raising our child. Finally, one day on the way home she confessed that she didn't think she could be a good mother.




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"Nonsense," I replied. "Instinct takes over. You'll be fine." 

Although we talked it over, I didn't feel like I had convinced her, and I began to plan for the multiple paths this little adventure could take. What if Kim was right, and wasn't mommy material. Would Andrea help her? Might this drive them apart? How could I best introduce the baby into Jeffy's world? How could I continue to build my new career if I wound up being the primary caregiver to both a newborn baby and a teenage boy with severe issues on the autism spectrum? I began to look for help.

I advertised in papers and contacted agencies. I found many competent nannies for a newborn, but few that felt comfortable with Jeffy too. Those few were ready for anything for a reason, they were desparate for a job, and lacked the qualifications or the character I was looking for. I began to think I'd have to let my work rest with the songs I'd already finished, and become a full time Dad, when I met Sofia.

She didn't respond to my ads. She wasn't looking for a position. She was living with her sister Anita for the summer following her graduation from college. They had both immigrated from Eastern Europe, Anita first when she met her husband who served in the military in Europe. Sofia had followed four years later to attend college. 

They liked to sit near the same spot where Jeffy and I sat by the pool at our beach club. They were obviously enjoying their summer together, and weren't quietly guarding the content of their conversations. They were very friendly with Jeffy and I, and Jeffy and I both had fun with Anita's younger kids. Plus they were gorgeous! Sofia was a tiny thing, and looked like you could pick her up and carry her under one arm. She was beautifully proportioned, and turned all the male heads when she walked down the pool deck towards the clubhouse. Anita was a slightly older version of Sofia, dirty blonde, curves where they were needed, and very trim for a mother of two in her very late twenties.

Late in the summer, their conversations turned to what Sofia was going to do for a living. Anita was worried that Sofia needed a reason to stay in the country now that her student visa had expired. Anita was concerned that Sofia hadn't looked for a job, and was wasting her summer away. Sofia defended herself saying she needed some time and space to write, and if she wasn't making a living at it in 5 years, she'd get a regular job. It was the grasshopper and the ant, the classic argument between an artist wanting the freedom to create and the voice of reason expecting calling them to the task of supporting themselves...with an immigration agent thrown in for variation. Anita didn't feel she'd have room for Sofia once the school year kicked back into gear and the house got busier.

"It just won't do for you to take over the living room permanently! You need an apartment or at least a room of your own!" Anita admonished her.

"I can help." 

They both looked at me with blank expressions as I spoke up. I explained my need for help with my kids. I offered her separate living quarters in the spacious but unused apartment above my garage. I offered her a good salary, great since she needed to pay no rent or utilities, and since meals came with the deal. I explained that I worked at home most of the time, and that between the two of us, we should both be able to find time to write and still cover the needs of the kids and keep the house in order. 

"You'd be near your sister, you'd help me out, and you'd have the freedom to write all you wanted while living in a household that really gets the needs of an artist."

Anita paused for a moment, then began to reassert her position that Sofia needed to find a responsible position, although the offer was appreciated…

"I'll take it."

Sofia made up her mind on the spot. She wanted, more than anything to write, and develop her craft. Her decision silenced Anita, who seemed satisfied that a decision was made, and Sofia would have some direction in her life that didn't involve spending the fall and winter on the couch in Anita's living room.

The months passed, and late one night I got the call from Andrea that they were en route to the hospital. I raced there myself, and when I arrived, Kim was already fully involved in the labor pains of childbirth. To me, this is a woman's most beautiful moment. It is that time in her life when the guard is totally gone. She doesn't care about her hair, or her looks in general, but she looks beautiful nonetheless. She can say anything she wants, and no one takes offense. She can scream without anyone holding it against her. None of it matters in her determination to deliver her baby.

Kim did all of the above, but finally, hair askew, face red and sweaty, body racked with pain and nearly exhausted, and a scream that was heard in the next county, Tina was born. The doctor carefully handed my daughter to the attending pediatrician, and two separate teams went to work, one attending to Kim, one to the baby. Kim's was exhausted, as I massaged her shoulders while not once taking my eyes off my daughter. Finally the pediatrician handed my baby to Kim, to hold telling us she was fine, a beautiful and healthy baby girl.

Kim's arms did not come up to hold Tina. She was exhausted sure, but Andrea always eagerly foind the energy to hold the other children at this important moment. The pediatrician looked at me, and I eagerly took my little girl in arms. In my joy, I didn't notice Kim drift off to sleep. 

Andrea and I were both dumbfounded at Kim's lack of interest in her daughter in the delivery room, but were more surprised that her lack of emotion continued once she had rested. She nursed reluctantly, but wouldn't hold the baby more than the time required to feed her. Andrea was obviously jealous, but was still enamored with Tina. She was thrilled to hold the baby, and had a real hard time understanding Kim's detachment. That detachment reached its low point when Kim determined that I would be the baby's primary caregiver. Tina would live with me. I didn't understand, but I didn't argue. I took my daughter home.

Sofia was a wonderful nanny to both the baby and Jeffy. Jeffy was old enough to understand a boy should like a pretty girl, and she had him wrapped around her finger. The house ran very smoothly, and we saw a lot of Andrea, Kim and Anita. My older kids flew home for Tina's christening, and spent the week doting on their new sister. She looked so much like the other three had as infants, that Andrea couldn't help doting on her too, and her jealousy was replaced by love for the baby.

I held a huge clambake for Tina's christening party, and invited everyone I knew. We had relatives fly in from all over, friends from school, friends from my life with Andy, the entire cast of her divorce party showed up, most of who were now closer to me than to either Andy or Kim. Karen was there in a seductive dress as if to remind me of how long it had been since our last no strings attached booty call together. Ellen was there, and when she politely kissed me on the lips upon her arrival, made sure to slip me just enough tongue to remember how skilled she was at using it. Andy walked around like nothing ever happened, like she was still the woman of the house. Kim was there too. She was terrified of being responsible for a child, and wanted nothing of being a mother, but wanted to be there to watch Tina grow. She kept her distance most of the time, but managed to hold Tina just enough to let her know she wasn't going to be a total stranger. 

Sofia was so good with the baby, and flourished in my household. She treated Tina like her own daughter. Plus she was sexy as hell. She was however a bit young for me, so I kept things on the up and up, one up for the state of my cock and the other for the state of my zipper. Good thing Ellen and Karen visited so often.

I thought an awful lot about the rollercoaster emotions and sexual relationships I had held with so many of the guests. Strangely, none of those thoughts aroused me. A year ago, I was clawing at a peephole, spewing my orgasm all over the inside of a tiny closet I was so frustrated and continually horny. Now all I felt was calm. I felt strong. Something that had nagged me for this whole episode of my life no longer nagged me, was satisfied. I couldn't put my finger on it.

Later, most of our guests had left from the christening party, and only Andy, Kim, Sofia, Anita and my kids remained. Karen and Ellen lingered as well. As I served coffee and we looked at the pictures we had all taken during the day, talk turned to how our lives had changed since last year. I listened calmly as Suzy told us how upset she had been, but how proud she was that I handled it all so well. She apologized to Andy for shutting her out all year. 

Kim apologized too for how she treated me at first, but actually said she loved me now, and since she was going to be a shitty mom was glad her daughter had such a beautiful father. She announced that she and Andrea had come to an understanding, that they really didn't understand each other well enough to remain a couple. My older kids eyes brightened, and Andrea looked right at me.

Anita was a bit uncomfortable with all this sharing, and got up to leave, Sofia and I showed her to the door. I smiled and thanked her for coming. Sofia walked her to her car. As I watched them go, Andrea had come up behind me.

"Jimmy, I'm so sorry. I understand if you aren't interested, but I'd like to become a bigger part of your life again."

"It's nice of you to say. But I think I may just stay where I am for awhile."

I looked her eye to eye. There was no way she could read the pain she had caused me in my eyes. She couldn't read it because Tina had erased it. I could read the rejection register in Andy's eyes however. As nicely as I had phrased it, a rejection was a rejection, and now Andrea was faced with the prospect of going home to a house that was quite empty except for memories, many of which were of promise that would never materialize. I had no interest in discussing the issue, and turned to go back to the living room. 

Kim handed me my daughter, and suddenly everything was right again with the world. There I sat, surrounded my sons and by all the women that meant most to me in my life, all of my favorite lovers, plus my two beautiful daughters with their mothers. I understood the hole Andy had left in my life had been filled. I had many someones to grow old with. Some of them were my history, and I would grow old with memories I would always treasure. Some of them were my legacy, my kids, whom I would cherish and watch over as long as I lived. Some of them were my colleagues, artists and writers whom I could share beauty with every day. Some of them were lovers, with whom I could share times of passion and physical heat. Some of them were friends, whom I could call on to share short pieces of my life's journey. I was sure this circle was still growing as well. There would be new memories, and new lovers, and new friends with adventures and episodes yet to come.

One realization leads to another. And the light my thoughts had finally cast on this group of women showed that in the end that it was my ties to them that had set me free. I didn't raise a ruckus when Andy told me of her thing for Kim. I let her go peacefully without dirtying the love I had held for her. By taking my love affairs with Karen and the others at face value, enjoying those times for what they were, but without putting too much emphasis on them, I was able to find the difference in and a balance between having sex and making love, that made me feel very at ease with women, whether romantically interested or not. By controlling my emotions when they could have gotten the better of me, I was able to channel the energy the created into a creative vein that became quite profitable. 

Andy gave me three beautiful kids. She was my first love, and will always be the love of my life. Though I sound mushy talking about her this way, that mushiness is based entirely in nostalgia, in the past. She betrayed my trust, and I knew I could never get that back again. No matter how sorry she was, or friendly we became, I knew I could not get back to a point where I could live with her again, and the idea of even dating her was uncomfortable. The thought of making love to her was turned my stomach

Karen and Ellen released me from Andy emotionally. They opened my eyes to the merit of being with a woman just for the sake of the good times living in the moment. They inspired me to reach for new achievements artistically. They remained my good friends, and from the looks Karen gave me during the party, I knew I'd be hearing from her very soon. 

Kim gave me the best gift of all. My older children were born when I was so young, that I always assumed that someone was Andy. I assumed she'd be there when they left for their own lives. Kim gave me Tina, my late in life treasure. That gift brought with it the realization that maybe someone to grow old with didn't have to be a wife.

What started out unconventionally ended predictably. I left Andy in the end. So did Kim. I suppose Andy will spend a couple of months alone, but eventually she'll settle down with someone. I hope he, or she, is good for her. Kim has more commitment issues than most of the men she criticizes so vigorously. She can't commit to a partner, even one who makes such great sacrifices in order to win her favor. She cheats as readily as anyone. She couldn't commit to her own daughter. I hope she finds peace too. Jeffy loves his new house. He fishes and goes kayaking right off the dock behind the house. He was in walking distance of the beach club, the mini golf course and his favorite eateries. Andy visits him often, and takes him for weekends and vacations regularly. My older kids forgave their mother for leaving our marriage when they saw how happy my life became in her wake. After all, I wound up wealthy, renowned, in a beautiful new house on the water, in great physical shape, and with a sex life I wouldn't believe if I weren't experiencing it. I guess you could say I traded up. 

I held Tina gently to my face, and as I looked her in the eye, the circle of women got so quiet you could hear them holding their breath. I kissed her forehead, called her my little treasure, and thanked her for coming into my life. I had my someone to grow old with, and I intended to savor every minute of our life together. 

Epilogue

It's been nineteen years since that fateful day when Andrea changed my life. At one time I would have said she ripped my life apart, but no more. Tina graduated from High School last spring, and is off to college. Jeffy grew up as well, and needed his independence. He is living in a small group home near the beach, where he works as a maitre d' in a restaurant. Actually he owns the restaurant, courtesy of his dad, but his manager runs the place for him, and he gets to earn a living doing what he does best, talking to people and making them feel welcome and at ease. Andy re-married, but after a year realized the guy was a lazy freeloader, and divorced him. Imagine his surprise when he found out she didn't own the house, and he got next to nothing in the divorce settlement. She retired from teaching and shortly after got a new roommate…Kim. Kim never got in between a couple again. Kim and Andrea reconciled as friends, but never paired up as a couple again, though I suspect they still spend and occasional intimate night together. She is friendly with me, and actually loves Tina, who knows her as Aunt Kim. I told Tina the truth about her mother as soon as she was old enough to ask, but she never changed how she regarded Kim. My older kids have families of their own, an bring the grandkids by every chance they get. My daughter tired of living abroad, and actually bought a house a quarter mile from mine. 

Ellen had a great career as a songwriter, though never had a hit song of her own. She also worked as an agent for my friend, and took over his firm when he retired. Karen married and had a beautiful family, with 8 kids. I still miss her booty calls, and suspect she does too. My lovely chauffeur had actually spent her time working for her dad, who owned the company. She took control when he died, and began to charter busses and airport shuttles. Even though she made a fortune, every time I called for a car, she drove. 

Sofia spent 6 months living with me, taking care of Jeffy and Tina. Her residency status was threatened, and in order to avoid problems with immigration I married her. Yes it was a marriage of convenience, but it didn't take long for Sofia to treasure being introduced as my wife. She loved Tina and Jeffy as if they were her own children, even though Jeffy was actually closer to her in age than I was. She became an enormous part of our day to day life, so much so I couldn't imagine her gone. 

The night she was given the oath of citizenship, she came to my room. It was dark, and I knew from her voice she was crying. She thanked me for all I had done, and was very emotional. I sat up and put my arm around her. She rested her head on my shoulder.

"Is it over?"

I knew she was talking about our marriage. We had slept separately, all those months, and never even kissed, well at least not romantically. I had never brought a lover home, and she too had stayed away with her dates, though they were few. We had in all respects maintained a marriage, except for the sex. 

"You will divorce me now? I must leave Tina and Jeffy? And you?"

I looked at her beautiful face as it glowed a gentle blue from the moonlight in the window. Her tears glistened against her cheek, and I tenderly wiped them away. 

"No, Sofia, you stay. Stay as long as you like."

"I have been good wife to you? I make a good mother to Tina and Jeffy? "

"Yes you have, and you are."

"Then no divorce."

I just began to realize what she wanted. She wanted to stay. She loved me. She stood and removed her robe. She slid beneath my covers, and pressed her body close to me. 

"I will be very good wife to you."

I came to realize she was right. She is the perfect wife to me. I realized that feeling of not being able to imagine life without her was love. I had been so pre-occupied with all that had gone on in my life, I hadn't realized how much I did feel for her. When she slid under those covers, I felt something I hadn't felt with Ellen or Karen or Kim or…well you get the picture. This time the heat was more intense. Every feeling was more magnified. She took my clothing and slid it from me, then….

Wait, I know I told you everything about my other women, but this is different. I love Sofia, so there are details you don't get to know. I wouldn't have ever told you intimate details about Andrea either, until she ended the story. Sex is one thing, but making love shouldn't be shared with an audience. Before you make love, you lock the door.

Sofia did become a writer, and we celebrated when her beautiful novel hit the best sellers list. What can I say, we were a fit! We spend every moment we can together. We take dance classes every week so we'll look good every Saturday night dancing at the country club. We travel, have an active social life, hear concerts and tour museums. We both love to cook, and take turns in the kitchen. It is good to have a young wife, she infects me with her energy and joie d'vivre. 

Best of all is Sunday afternoons. Every Sunday we wake up late and have a leisurely breakfast in our sunny kitchen. We go to church, stop for lunch, and then in the afternoon we go walk the beach. We come home, and I take her hand. I lead her upstairs, and lock the door.



She Stole My Wife



Unfortunately she was making some sense, but the picture she was beginning to pait was one of total hell on Earth.

"Kim will move in. We will keep the big room, you will move into Gary's room. With two salaries, we'll pay you enough rent to cover the mortgage. Then you and I can split the bills, and we'll be ok."

Oh Joy, wouldn't this be fun? Hell on earth to the nth power. Kim moving in made me shudder. Still, I was determined to get through this and settle into a new life as soon as possible. I reluctantly agreed. Andrea stood up and came over to hug or kiss me. I stopped her. Things had changed, and though my dick was still wet from what I thought was making love, but what she clearly intended only as a farewell fuck, I had no interest in touching her ever again. I had no interest in making any pretense that things could continue at all as usual.

The day Kim moved in was very tense. I had agreed to letting them have the master bedroom, but made it clear the rest of the house was mine. They couldn't change décor, and had to meet my standards of housekeeping. I used that day to visit a divorce attorney, who was delighted at our pre-nup contract. She told me he would have a legal separation in place within a couple of days that reflected our agreements and unconventional living arrangement. She said an uncontested divorce could be final in a couple of months since the pre-nup spelled out exactly how our property would be divided. I was miserable when I left her office. I was more miserable when I arrived home to my first night of my wife sleeping I my bed with a lover who wasn't me, and me sleeping in a strange bed.

The week that followed was no better. I thought I'd do ok with things, but my sex drive didn't know I no longer had a willing lover close by, and having two fine looking women making themselves at home was driving me wild. The fact that they would kiss and fawn over each other openly made things worse, and often sent me into my room in retreat. Still we held an uneasy peace until late that first Friday night.

"OH HELL YEAH! YES BABY, THAT'S THE FUCKING SPOT!"

I woke suddenly from a deep sleep confused and bleary eyed. The whispers that followed weren't exactly quiet.

"Ssshhhh, they'll hear you!"

"I'm sorry baby. But when you lick my clit like that, I go wild. I'll be quiet, just don't stop!"

Oh didn't this just top all. My wife of 26 years was tongue fucking her screaming banshee of a Lesbian lover in our marital bed, while I lay alone in the abandoned bunk bed of my adult son. All those years and all those fantasies, and here was the love of my life making it happen, without me. Instead of being there and enjoying it, I was alone, listening, and jerking off...

Oh damn. I was jerking off to their session. Here I was, cuckolded in my own home by a woman, and it had me hot.

"Baby, you can sure eat a pussy...yeah lick my clitty, then stick your tongue in deep....oooooh yesssssss, that's my spot!"

Strange, Kim's voice was quieter, almost a whisper, yet the sound was too loud to be coming through the walls and closets that separated the two bedrooms. I got out of bed, and followed the cooing and moaning. It was coming from the closet. I investigated silently, not wanting to be discovered. There in back, behind Gary's old snowboard, there was a tiny hole. 

"Damn Gary, you little pervert!" I thought to myself. "When did you start watching me and your mother fuck!"

I peeped through the hole which was concealed by a decorative wreath. Gary was good! Our bedroom...er their bedroom, was fully lit with the orange glow of candlelight. Kim was kneeling over my wife's face, and Andrea was eagerly licking at her blonde Pussy. Kim was magnificent to look at, I had to admit. Her big breasts were perfectly round, and her long nipples protruded well out from the succulent nipple. Her head was thrown back as she glided back and forth over Andrea's face. I continued to jerk off as I watched. She began to rock almost violently on Andrea's face as she came close to climax. I was actually jealous of Andrea at that moment. Kim's body stiffened, and Andrea reached her hand up to cover Kim's mouth as she began to scream "Ohhhhhhhh mmmaaaaaaaahhhhheeeee Gaaaawwwd!." Andrea giggled as Kim thrashed with wave after wave of orgasm. My dick knew what to do also, and I redecorated Gary's snowboard in the back of the closet while doing my level best to remain quiet and concealed.

"Was that good for you?" Andrea asked.

"Oh yesssss." Kim answered lustily as she lowered herself to kiss Andrea and clean her love juices off her lips and tongue.

"It was good for me too." I admitted under my breath.

I got used to avoiding openly gawking at the two women, and did my best to stay clear. I cooked for myself, much to their dismay. Neither of them cooked well, and I had some skills in the kitchen. I took good care of Jeffy when it was my turn, and often when it wasn't my turn to cook.

I poured myself into making extra money in everyway I could. As a music teacher, I had contacts in the professional world, and still had the chops to play out frequently. I soon had a full calendar between teaching private lessons and playing shows. I began writing again, and submitted some things that were accepted for publication. I also began dabbling at writing songs of a more popular nature. I had done some of this when younger, but had stopped when I began to study music seriously. The money wasn't great, but on top of my salary, it helped. I was actually harboring a hope that I could take the songwriting motivation from my early life and combine that with the knowledge and experience I had gained over my years of writing for my school groups. Maybe I could make something of that prospect by writing a hit tune. 

Kim hated me. I suppose my being there was crimping her style. I'm sure she'd much rather scream in ecstacy when my wife's talented tongue did its magic. Maybe she was jealous of me. Maybe they were arguing about my role in Andrea's life. Most of all, I think it bothered her that she didn't outwardly bother me. She seemed to be in a competition with me for Andrea, and didn't realize I had already conceded the prize. 

"Did you blow Jimmy like you lick me baby? Which is bigger, Jimmy's cock or my strap on?"

It didn't faze me. I learned to ignore verbal taunts years ago, and to read between the lines of what people were saying. What did faze me were the phony sexual come-ons and frequent exposure she subjected me to. She would flash a boob or moon me without provocation. Kim wasn't too dumb, and soon began to realize this was my Achilles heel. One morning after a particularly loud fuck fest, Kim baited me in the most extreme way. She came to breakfast wearing a short, open silk robe. She stopped right in front of my face as I had my breakfast. 

"I'll bet you wish she had done me with you while you were married Jim."

"Kim, that's not fair, he's not been mean to either of us. Jimmy I know this has been hard on you but...."

"No baby," Kim interrupted "there isn't anything hard on him. If there were he would have fought for you,"

That hurt, but I kept my emotion close to the vest. She edged her body so close to me I could smell the sex juice that had dried on her pussy. There actually was something very hard on me at that moment, but just when I thought my façade would break, Andrea came behind me and edged Kim away. 

"Be nice." She said. She still smelled of sex too. "We have a deal, and you have to do your part. It is hard on him whether he shows it or not. I'm sure he could complain but he hasn't."

As she finished, she rested a hand on my shoulder. I twisted away. She froze her hand exactly where we had made contact and stared in disbelief that I had rejected her touch. My erection immediately deflated. Her touch that had warmed my heart for years now repulsed me. This clearly bothered her. I didn't care. I felt betrayed.

I didn't want to be her friend, after years of being her lover. I didn't want to share time with kids and grandkids. I didn't want a separate room in the same house. I didn't want the promise of a loving touch. I wanted to grow old sleeping with my love by my side. I didn't want Andrea anymore.

Months passed. I had gotten used to composing songs with headphones on. I had purchased a studio quality set that were noise canceling, so when I was working with them I heard nothing. I had convinced myself to play out my hand, and didn't begin dating before the divorce was final. I did a yeoman's job of keeping my son "normal" even with the distraction of "Aunt Kim." My older kids were very upset when they to the news. Suzy refused to talk to her mother until she made things right with me. Gary tried to reason with her, but stuck up for her as well saying she had the right to be happy. Gary was probably just dying to get home and check out the new view in his peephole.

The peephole was my only sexual diversion. The wall in back of the closet was now well painted with my seminal emissions. As much as I hated the living situation, I loved watching Kim getting off with Andrea. One afternoon I heard them beginning to coo and cuddle. They had been at it for over an hour, when I couldn't resist the urge to take a peek. I peeped through the hole to see Kim wearing a strap on, with her faux member glistening with lube. She was poised to pierce Andrea who was on all fours, doggie style, and her ass high in the air revealing her open glistening pussy lips.

"Ok baby, if you can't get cock out of your mind, I've got a cock for you!"

She gently lay the tip against Andrea's open snatch. Old habits die hard, and Andrea reached back to guide it home. Kim asked Andrea to tell her when it felt good or when it hurt, she wanted it to be right. She slid the 7" dildo in slowly, the "lifelike" veins disappearing into my wife's pussy. She moaned. Sadly, I couldn't see the expression on her face, but the moans told me what I needed to know. Kim began to thrust in and out, very slowly at first, but then harder and deeper. Andrea bucked against her, and Kim's fucking became increasingly vigorous. My hand followed their pace, and my dick was once again hard as steel. For a guy with no sex life, I sure was witnessing some wild times. This time Andrea screamed as she got close, and when she came collapsed on he chest. Kim turned her over and brought her own pussy up to Andrea's exhausted face the strap on hanging comically above her dripping pussy

"Baby that was amazing, you screamed so loud I'll bet Jimmy is jerking himself next door right now."

To prove herself she hollered, "Right Jimmy? Pulling that little pud while your baby gets fucked by a real dick? One on a woman? You want to be next? I'll send it where the sun doesn't shine on you too! My strap on is bi baby!"

I don't think it was the abuse that drove me over the edge and caused me to once more shoot my load all over and wall. It was Kim's body. I actually would have loved to ravage that amazing body of Kim's, and would have let her fuck me with the strap on just to get a foot in the door.

"Stop taunting him Kim, it's unattractive. And don't call him small, he isn't"

Kim had taken off the harness. She grabbed the dildo and brought it up under Andrea's eyes.

"Tell me he has something like this under his hood, you know you've got it good baby...real good."

"I do have it good, but if it were cock or toys that got me excited I never would have started this with you! Jimmy has a great dick, and yes it is as big as that piece of plastic when he is hard. Only when he is hard, he is also hot. The flesh gives and takes where a dildo can't. So stop comparing, it can't."

Wow, she actually stood up for me. I felt better. I decided it was time to fight fire with fire. I began to dress as incompletely around the house as Kim. I made sure to walk down to breakfast in briefs while still in morning wood. I would come in from a run, strip down to a jock and toss my sweaty shirt and shorts down the steps to the laundry area in the basement. These were old habits I gave up when Kim moved in, but I thought they were appropriate now. When Kim gave me an in your face taunt or flash, I made sure to answer by turning Andrea's head. 

It came to a head one morning when Jeffy was on a school trip. They were already at breakfast, and I came down in sport briefs, without a shirt. I had an erection, and Kim was pissed to see Andrea looking at it lustily. I scratched and adjusted my balls as I grabbed the OJ and poured a glass. Andrea's jaw dropped, and Kim suggested I wear pants. When I responded by giving my jewels a good rub in her direction, her face reddened. She looked at Andrea who was plainly ogling me, then quickly stood up and dropped her robe. She stepped one foot on the table, reached her hand between her legs and began to finger her pussy, never breaking eye contact with me. I kept my dick in my pants. I figured she was trying to see if I did truly measure up to her plastic stud. My hand slipped beneath the waistband and I kneaded my meat sensuously. Andrea's gaze was fixed on me, and Kim didn't like it. She began to work furiously, but to no avail. Just as my erection was about to breach the waistband, I pulled my hand out. I was clearly bigger than Kim's strap on, and proud to have won, the dick measuring contest, I just winked at Kim. She stormed out of the room in a huff.

"You know," Andrea said as she rose to follow and console her lover "I could still help you with that once in a while, as a friend."

"No you can't."

Kim's sexual taunts ceased. Apparently I had interested Andy a little too much for her comfort. I did continue to walk the house nearly naked if the situation warranted. Andy did continue to ogle. "Dick-land" was my turf, and Kim couldn't win with her plastic. Kim continued to hate me for it.

After many weeks, our attorneys let us know our divorce papers would be final the following Friday. 

"We're having a party. You're not invited." Kim snapped at me in her bitchiest manner. 

"Where you having it?" I asked. "I'll be sure not to come."

"Here you asshole. This is our home!"

"Yes it's your home, but my house. My name is on the title and the mortgage. You are a tenant. And your landlord says, No Parties"

"Be reasonable Jimmy." Her voice softened considerably. "You know we love each other. I know I've been bitchy to you, and I know I stole your wife, but things are what they are now. Can we get past it? Can't you let us celebrate her divorce properly? Just give us a night to have a dinner party, and I'll promise to behave better."

Damn, she was being nice. It was kind of hard to dislike her this way. Especially since she was so beautiful and so sexy and I was so horny and wanted to fuck her lights out...

"Ok." I agreed. "I'll stay away after school, and won't be home until 11 or 12. Will that do?"

"11 is a little early, but yes that will be nice. Will you be celebrating too?"

"I'll have nothing to celebrate."

I went to bed early, and began to wonder how I would manage containing my emotions on what would be the most depressing day of my life, while everyone around me would be celebrating. This would be an interesting week.