61 comments/ 98646 views/ 5 favorites Sometimes You Just Need To Scratch By: Slirpuff After our argument and session on Thursday night Donna went on a rampage of sorts. The kids were pawned off to their friends for a sleep over on Saturday night and Friday after work she ran around like a chicken with her head cut off. I was almost afraid at what Donna might be planning for Saturday. When she came back with four bottles of wine, Ready whip and a plain brown paper stuffed to overflowing, I got interested. When she threw handcuffs and leg restraints on the bed, I got concerned, very concerned. "Hey babes," I said holding up the pair of fur lined handcuffs. "Something you want to tell me?" "Don't worry, they're not for tonight but they were on sale and were too good a deal to pass up. Besides, who says we can't spice up our vanilla sex a bit anyway," she said walking over to me and shoving her tongue so far down my throat she had to taste what I'd had for lunch. "If she brings out a cat of nine tails I'm out of here," I said to myself half jokingly but was afraid just the same. You'd think by my concerns I was a real stick in the mud and only liked vanilla sex with me on top in a missionary position. Not true, but the thought of being whipped or spanked didn't do a thing for me either. I had my fantasies and more than once thought about one or two while Donna and I were making love; but they were still, just fantasies. I would be embarrassed as hell if Donna knew even half the things that went through my head at one time or another. After all, I was a guy wasn't I? I was allowed to let my mind wander; as long as I didn't act on them everything was still cool. With a bottle and a half of wine at dinner I guess Donna was setting the stage for tonight's activities. I didn't know if the wine was for my benefit or hers, so I just drank it and went with the flow. When we finally made it upstairs, with what was left of the second bottle of wine, and were naked lying in bed kissing when she made her request. "Steve, I want to see how many times you can get me off tonight. You can use fingers, tongue your dick and anything else you want to, but I just want to see how many times you can do it, ok?" she said kissing me again. I bought whip cream, chocolate syrup and caramel topping to help you in your quest," she said showing me what she had lined up on her night table. "Whatever else you need, and if I don't have it, I can always pick it up next week." I thought it was a joke at first, but when she kept going on and on, I finally figured out she was serious. "What is this, some kind of test?" I said looking at her. "I hope it's pass / fail because I never did well on tests unless the curve was in my favor, and tonight I don't think it was." Donna pulled out a pair of silk straps and fastened them to her wrists. "Attach them to the head board", she told me. "Don't make them too tight or fasten them too high on the headboard. I want this to be enjoyable not hurtful," she instructed as she helped me. With her restrained, Donna then asked that I put the blindfold on her. "I don't want to see what's happening, I just want to experience it," I was told. So it began. I did and used it all over the next three hours. I licked her clit, sucked her pussy until my lips were numb and my tongue fell off. I know I had to have gained at least two pounds from just the shit I ate. "I'll never look at Ready Whip again without getting hard," I said to myself as I now worked on her pussy with her black dildo as I licked the rest of the chocolate off her swollen clit. After her first orgasm I tried my best to keep her up there. Every once in a while I needed a little rest, that's when I relied on either her second or third string quarterbacks. I was getting tired and after noticing that we'd been at it for over two hours I was about ready to quit. "Just one more," I said to myself as I grabbed her red vibrator and lubed it up, still continuing to work the dildo in and out of a moaning Donna's pussy. With one full twist, the first couple of inches went in past her anal ring. Dripping a generous amount of oil on the crack of her ass and twisting it another couple of times, all six inches disappeared. Donna paused for a brief moment and I thought for a split second that I'd pushed it in too far before she cried out, "oh my God." I turned it on high. She moaned, she screamed, she buckled under me as I worked both holes without any mercy. She screamed out something when I gnawed on her clit before I buried each in their respective cavity. There was a silent pause before Donna raised her ass off the bed, to get that last fraction of an inch more in her holes, and then fell motionless back on the bed. I think she was done. I sure as hell knew I was. "No more. Steve no more," came her feeble cry as I released her hands still leaving on the blindfold. "You hear that guys, she's done; you can all go home now," I said out loud while chuckling to myself. It was a couple of minutes more before Donna moved to take the blindfold off. "I died, went to heaven and finally fell back to earth," she said sitting up. "The only thing I want is a hot shower and a little rest," she said wiping the sweat from her face into her hair. "You really outdid yourself tonight. As soon as I finish my shower, you're going to get the best blowjob you've ever had or imagined in your wildest dreams," she said moving a little slowly making her way to the bathroom. While lying on the bed, awaiting my payment, I just stared up at the textured ceiling. I knew I was in for a real treat and don't get me wrong I was looking foreword to it, but something was missing. True to her word, Donna caved in the top of my head and turned my dick inside out. With a knotted handkerchief stuck up my butt, I must have gotten off three times before it was completely out of my ass. I eventually had to tell her to stop because I was too sensitive and empty to go any further. We slept in each other's arms and only broke when one of us had to make a bathroom run. I had never experienced anything quite like that, but found that fantasy was still better than reality. Every week we kept taking it up a notch. Donna found that she like to have a porno movies always playing when we has sex. MF, FFM, MMF, FF and even MMMF we watched them all. I balked at the movie with the two guys doing it because it did less than nothing for me. "You think that's fair? I watched the one with the two girls getting it on." "To me that was hot, this one is just plain sick." We turned it off and ejected it. It now seemed we had a party to go to every weekend. If it wasn't us, it was one of her friends from work, a neighbor or a friend of a friend. There was always an open bar and a ton of food to eat. When I tried to back off one Saturday and stay home, Donna said that she'd promised Ronda and we were bringing the dip and chips. Don't get me wrong, the sex was always mind blowing now, but that's all it was; sex. I really missed the slow intimate love making sessions we used to have but no longer had. The nonstop kissing, the gentle caresses and the togetherness of two people in love. The thing I really hated though was that Donna kept using that huge black dildo whenever we didn't do it. It was keeping her pussy stretched out and made her way too loose for my comfort. "Donna, I don't want you using Mr. Happy any more. I'm not nearly as big as it is, and I miss the tightness of how your pussy used to feel." "Steve, when you're not around and I need to take the edge off, Mr. Happy fills the bill, so to speak." "It may take the edge off, but lately I feel like I'm fucking the Holland Tunnel. Use your damn vibrator for a while, at least until you shrink back to size," I told her. "You can always use my ass if you want something that tight." "If all I wanted to do was fuck someone's ass, I guess I could turn gay and take a lover," I said sarcastically. "Just lay off Mr. Happy for a while." All right I didn't like the look she gave me, but at this point I didn't care. Sex had become something like an Olympic event around our house and I'd given up trying to win the gold metal. After two more weeks of hearing an echo when I fucked Donna I took care of the problem myself. One morning I grabbed it from her nightstand and on my way to work, I unintentionally dropped it out the window of my car. I was going to say, "Free at last, free at last thank God free at last," but thought that would be pushing it. I thought Donna would say something or at least ask me if I knew where it was, but she didn't. After another two weeks she was smaller but nowhere near she'd been before. She had either bought a 'Mr. Happy #2' or was doing something I sure as hell hoped she wasn't doing. I tore our fucking bedroom apart, when I took off early one day and beat her home by a couple of hours. I found a ton of other toys, videos and a few things I wasn't too sure what they were. All I knew was that they had to be sex related, since everything now revolved around it. I would have preferred to find three Mr. Happys than to think that there was a possibility that Donna could be using a human Mr. Happy. It just wasn't something I wanted to consider possible at this time. But I now kept both eyes open. When we went to parties now I watched her like a hawk. I watched her e-mails and checked out the history file on our computer daily. When I found nothing suspicious after a couple of weeks I just figured I was imagining it that is until we made love Friday night. We were going at it hot and heavy as always. She'd all ready climaxed once when I climbed on board and started to do my thing; that's when I stopped, got off her and turned on the light. "Donna, what the fuck is going on? Your pussy's the size of the God damn Grand Canon for Christ's sakes," I said maybe a bit too loud. "Steve, hold your voice down. I don't think our children need to hear about our sex life." "Donna, it's been six weeks since we had this discussion and your pussy is as large now, if not larger, than it was back then, what the hell is going on?" "Well I've still been using Mr. Happy once in a while, " she started to say before I yelled bullshit. "I got rid of that dildo weeks ago when you wouldn't and there's not another one in this house; I looked," I told her. "Try another story," I said getting more pissed off now. Without a word, Donna got out of the bed, raised up the mattress on her side and pulled out another black dildo; even bigger than the original Mr. Happy. "Are you happy now?" "You're fucking sick," I said putting on my shorts. "It must give you a lot of pleasure sleeping on top of it knowing that when my game isn't up to snuff, you have a reserve quarterback that would always fill the bill," I said grabbing my two pillows. "Where are you going?" "Away from you before I say something I won't be able to take back." I threw my pillows on the guest room bed and before I could shut and lock the door Donna was standing in the doorway. "Steve, don't be so childish, come back to bed." "Why, does your ass need some attention? I sure as hell don't do it for you in the other hole anymore," I said pushing her back. "Leave me the fuck alone," I said shutting the door and locking it. "Steve, Steve, open up this door," Donna said kicking it now. "Fine, pout see the hell if I care." "That went well," I told myself as I got into the bed and roughed up the pillows. That conversation was long over due but now a million things started going through my head. Sleep, sleep is what I needed to get my mind clear; everything will look better in the morning I thought, but it didn't. Donna was in a piss ass mood and even makeup couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes. I hadn't slept much either, but at least I didn't look that bad, I hoped anyway. "You finished acting like a child?" she said pouring herself a cup of coffee. "You done acting like a ho?" I replied pissing her off even more as she threw her cup of coffee at me. Luckily I sidestepped it getting only a few drops on me. "Who's acting like a child now?" I left for work before the kids came down and before it got even uglier. A drag out fight wasn't going to happen this morning, if I had anything to say about it, so I just left. Four e-mails and three voice mails didn't make me want to run home tonight after work either. When she wrote in one of her e-mails that she must have hurt my itty-bitty ego I almost lost it. I tried to think of a good comeback but just ended up telling her, "go fuck herself Donna. Oh I'm sorry, that's right; you're doing that all ready. Touché," I thought to myself. Donna was still in one of her moods when I got home. She was in the kitchen as the kids watched television and played on the computer. I went upstairs, changed and puttered around in the garage so I wouldn't have to talk to her. Dinner was pretty quiet as I asked the kids about their day as Donna burned holes in me with her eyes. I did the dishes as always and settled into my chair with the newspaper. I'm not a slow reader, but I wanted the paper to last as long as possible. Did you know the temperature in Tobago was only seventy-two degrees? I was running out of things to do when I thought, screw it at about 9:30. I flossed, brushed my teeth and got my clothes ready for tomorrow all under the watchful eye of my loving wife. "Do you want to talk?" Donna asked as I grabbed a clean pair of boxers for tomorrow. "Not really, I think I said it all last night; I don't know what I could add to it." "That's not fair. You have to look at it from my point of view also." I was stunned and sat on the bed; this I've to hear. "All right Donna I'm all ears." She went on to tell me how in the past she didn't bug me every time she wanted or needed sex because she knew that a lot of the times I was either tired or not in the mood. She then went on to tell me how her using her little toys made our marriage stronger and finally admitting she'd felt this way for over three years. I listened in amazement as Donna laid it all out for me, or in other words, came clean for once in our marriage. Was I in shock? Hell that doesn't begin to describe how I felt at this moment. Humiliated, inadequate and a few other choice words came to mind as I let her finish before saying a word. "Wow, I never would have guess it, you really are one great actress Donna," I said trying not to sound too sarcastic. At least now I know where I stand with you," I told her standing up. "Donna, I have just one more question for the night, how many guys, besides me that is, have you bedded since we got married? Since I've been such a disappointment to you all these years, there must have been at least a half dozen or so. You can't expect me to believe that you've been true to me and Mr. Happy all this time," I said in a disgusted voice. "Steve, you've got it all wrong," she tried to say or explain but I'd heard about all I wanted to hear for one night. "I'm really surprised you stuck with me all these years, it must have been unbearable for you to know that you married someone who could never keep up with or satisfy you. I would have dumped my ass a long time ago." "Steve, I've never cheated on you." "And I'm supposed to believe that? After everything I've found out over the past few months? I maybe under sexed compared to you, but I'm not a total fucking idiot," I told her. "Right now I don't give a rats ass what you do anymore, just keep the fuck away from me," I said walking out of our bedroom and into our guest room. I guess I shouldn't have slammed the door as hard as I did, and probably woke the kids, but I was pissed, angry and a hundred other emotions. "Steve, please," I heard Donna say on the other side of the door but my brain was already at warp drive processing the details of the last four years of my marriage and what I wanted going foreword. Most guys would probably say that they'd give their eyeteeth to have a hot wife like mine who thought about sex all the time. Don't they say a guy thinks about sex every thirty seconds? Well right now that was the last thing I wanted on my mind. Did I think Donna had cheated on me? Damn right, she must have, even though I didn't have a speck of proof. My next nightmare was that maybe I wasn't the real father of my kids; and that one hurt a lot as I played one after another scenario's in my head. I was now an official basket case. For the second night in a row I didn't sleep worth a damn. I did get up early enough that I at least didn't have to worry about running into Donna. I was out of the house before 6:30 and stopped at McDonald for breakfast. I wasn't worth a shit all day long. I tried to stay away from everyone but my open door seemed to be an invitation to everyone who walked down the hall. I finally shut it. Five o'clock came and went as I sat at my desk looking at my computer completely oblivious to what was on the screen. At 7:00 I got up and found my way out to my car and spend the next twenty minutes deciding what to do next. How I ended up at Tony's I haven't a clue. I think the car drove itself to where I wanted to be. The first two beers went down awful fast and the next two just found their own way down my throat. I sipped on the fifth one and I never finished the sixth as the bartender cut me off, took my keys and called a cab. I guess I told him where I lived or maybe he looked through my wallet, anyway I made it home but it was dark and late. I tried to focus on my watch but all I saw was a round glass knob on my wrist. "It's about time," Donna yelled out as she opened the door. "Do you know how worried I was," she started to say but stopped. "Are you drunk?" "Maybe." "Get in here," she shouted as she pulled me in the door. "Look at yourself, you can barely stand for Christ's sakes. I hope you're proud of yourself." I slept on the couch. There was no way I could have made it up the stairs with or without Donna's help. I only puked twice last night. The first time I gave up my breakfast, lunch and the rest of the beer I drank. However, the second time I was sure I saw half a lung and my liver in the toilet before I flushed. By 5:30 I was done trying to sleep so I took a long shower, got dressed and called a cab. At lunch I had some one drive me over to get my car but still didn't want to put anything in my stomach. I thought about going home early, but ended up still at my desk at 6:00. Donna's e-mail said it all. "Are you coming home for dinner or are you going to drink yours again tonight?" It was just cutting and sarcastic enough to make her point about the previous night. I e-mail back that I would be home, but not to wait dinner on me. I left the office at about twenty after six and took the scenic route home; no use rushing home to what I know awaited me. Donna was just finishing cleaning up the kitchen when I walked through the door. I went to the living room to greet my kids who gave me the normal quick look and greeting as they continued playing their video games. "I can see they really missed me," I thought to myself as I avoided Donna's stare and went upstairs to change. I was whipped to say the least. I hadn't got hardly any sleep in the past two nights and knew Donna was primed for another discussion tonight, so I just sat on the bed and waited for her. I must have fell asleep because she shook me awake sometime after 9:30. "Steve, wake up," she said shaking me. It took me a moment or two to get my brain working again as I finally realized where I was. "We need to talk, and I don't want to do it upstairs. I'll meet you downstairs in the den," she said walking out the door. I sat up, rubbed my eyes and got to my feet. You know how you feel when you're woken out of a deep sleep and you're a little foggy? That's how I felt slowly walking down the hall to the stairs. Donna was sitting on the chair across from the couch when I walked in and shut the door. I flopped down on the couch and got ready for an ass chewing. Sometimes You Just Need To Scratch "I went nuts last night, I had no idea where the hell you were. You could have been dead lying in a ditch for all I knew last night. Would it have hurt you to call and say you were going to be late?" she said hitting me with both barrels. "You're right, it was a dumb thing to do. I should have at least called to say I was still pissed at you and that I would rather go to Tony's to have a few drinks than to listen to your bullshit again last night," I said giving her a full broad side. "It won't happen again." "Steve, we have to get past this." "And how do you propose we do that Donna? It goes without saying that I'll probably never be able to keep up with you and right now; I really don't even want to try. So I guess that leaves just you, Mr. Happy and whom ever you're fucking on the side." "How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not cheating on you? I never have and never will," an angry Donna spit back at me. "All right, just for the sake of argument, let's say you're not fucking around on me," I said. "Which I'm not." was her reply. "Where in the hell do we go from here? And why in the hell do you need a two foot long dildo the size of a fucking Coke can for Christ's sakes?" "Steve, you can't understand what it's like to have your pussy stretched to its limit with a big and long cock. The feeling of a hot, thick cock slamming in and out of you is a feeling I can't put into words other than its mind blowing. And when you climax and your pussy muscles latch onto something like that, you just don't want it ever to be pulled out. No man could ever understand," she said looking at me. "How many time have you been fucked like that? And don't try and tell me you haven't, because you got yourself hot and bothered just telling me what it felt like." "Steve, it was just before I met you. I had a couple of boyfriends that who were pretty well endowed. Sometimes we'd spend the whole weekend in bed or do it until I couldn't walk. But I haven't done it with anyone since we got married." "So in other words, when I couldn't measure up, you just fantasized with Mr. Happy that you were with one of them and life was good then. Why in the hell did you even marry me? And again I ask the question, for the first six fucking years, why weren't you doing it back then?" "Between work, kids, the house and a million other things my time and mind were filled with other things. It wasn't until a couple of years ago that I had too much free time and I started to regress." "But Donna, you weren't this huge three to four years ago, I would have noticed and said something back then." "I started off small and have been working my way up in size," she said almost getting embarrassed. "In other words, you started off my size and went up from there," I said now getting pissed again. "Steve, if I did it once in a while it would shrink back to almost my normal size in a day or two. You never knew. Then when you agreed to spice it up, I guess I went a little crazy." "A little? Jesus Christ Donna, I could probably put both of my hands in there and fucking clap," I said now exaggerating more than a little to make my point. "You had to know it was me who tossed out your other dildo when you wouldn't." "I've had this one for about six months under our bed. I kept it hid and never had any reason to use it until my other one came up missing." "How many damn times do you use it a day?" I said shouting. "Steve, keep your voice down," she yelled back at me. "We've got kids sleeping and it wasn't everyday. Probably every other day when I got home from work and before you came home. After listening to some of the women at lunch I'd get hot and turned on and did it as I said, to just take the edge off, that's all." "Didn't you ever consider jumping my bones when I got home from work? To have a quickie before dinner? I thought not," looking at her. "You were too busy fantasying about your past lovers to worry about Tiny Steve even though I said you were getting big as a house and I couldn't even feel the side walls of your cunt." "Steve, you don't understand," Donna said trying to explain that she loved me and would stop. "For how long? Forever? I doubt that very much. You'll go for about six months and then you'll feel the need to be stretched again. Once you start, we'll be back to where we are now; at an impasse," I said looking at her as I stood up. "I guess I'll never be enough for you and frankly right now I don't even fucking care anymore. Do what you want with what or whom you want, I can't compete nor will I try," I told her walking out as she started to cry. I wanted to cry to, but I sucked it up until I got in the spare room. My eyes watered up but I think I was too mad to actually cry. My marriage as I'd known it for the last ten years was over. I didn't know if I wanted a divorce or just a separation, all I knew was that something had died inside me over the last couple of days and nothing was going to bring it back. There was no knock on the door tonight, just the quiet solitude of me lying on the bed feeling sorry for myself. I don't know if it was from complete exhaustion or me just giving up, but I slept through the night. I was a figgin zombie both at work and home. My boss wanted to know if something was wrong when I came in late for the third day in a row. I told him I was having personal problems but promised him I'd get a handle on it and make sure my job got done. Donna and I talked about bullshit items, the kids our jobs but not our problems. When she said she was stopping after work for a few drinks with her coworkers I was almost relieved that I wouldn't have to face her when I got home. However when she came home at two in the morning drunk it was my turn to get pissed. "I hope to God you didn't drive yourself home tonight," I said as I let her in. I'd heard her trying to use her key because she kept hitting the doorbell. "I think Connie drove me home, I'm not sure," she said swaying side to side. "Maybe it was Randy, I'm not sure," she added. "I think I need to go to the bathroom," she said holding her mouth. I helped her upstairs, sat her in front of the toilet and she did her thing; a couple of times. When I heard her have the dry heaves I remembered how that felt and felt sorry for her. I gave her another twenty minutes before picking her up and wiping her face off with a wet cloth, she was a mess. I literally had to carry her to the bed as I now took her dress off as I laid her down on the sheets. When I pulled it down past her waist I got my surprise; she no longer had panties on. I pulled off her dress, tossed it onto the floor and looked at my wife. She always wore panties or a thong; she must have had a better time than I did tonight. Did I look to see if she had a swollen cunt or if there was semen dripping from a used pussy? Nope, because if I did, I probably would have lost it and done something really stupid. It hurt enough just knowing what she had probably done with who knows whom, without me going nuts. I couldn't talk to or accuse her anyway, she'd passed out. Well at least I knew what I had to do next. I made the kids breakfast Saturday morning. Donna didn't stir until after 11:00. I had made a full pot and left her more than enough to get her through what was left of the morning. I on the other hand took the kids grocery shopping and after that I fiddled around in the yard. It was almost 5:00 before I came back into the house. "You want me to grill tonight?" I asked. "Only if you want to go through the trouble," a timid Donna told me. "The kids always like it, so I just grab hamburgers and hot dogs, it's no big deal." Dinner was even quieter than it'd been all of last week. The kids now could sense that something was wrong especially since they knew I was sleeping in the spare bedroom. "Are you two getting divorced?" Tom, our oldest, said out of the blue while we ate. "Of course not honey," Donna replied trying to sound convincing but it wasn't. "Well then, why is dad sleeping in the spare room and the two of you aren't talking to each other anymore?" At nine, he wasn't pulling any punches at this point. "We're just going through a rough patch, that's all." "Half the kids in my class are from divorced homes. I never expected our family to be one of them," he said as he put his fork down and ran upstairs as Donna and I looked at one another. Our two other kids just looked at us, said nothing as they finished their dinner. "I'll be back," I said as I followed Tom upstairs. I knocked on his door, went in and found him crying lying on his bed. "I don't want you and mom to get a divorce," he said crying. "Don't you love mom anymore?" "Yes I do love your mom, but it's not as simple as that." "Why not? You love us and you wouldn't leave us if you got tired of us, would you?" "I would never leave you or your sisters, I love you guys way too much." "Then why would you leave mom if you love her? I don't understand," he said hugging me. We didn't talk any more after that. We just hugged one another until we both pulled away at almost the same time. Before I left, I kissed him on the head, told him I loved him and that I always would. The girls were gone by the time I got back downstairs. Donna was finishing up in the kitchen and I went for a beer in the refrigerator. "That wasn't much fun," I told her taking my first sip. "He asked if I got tired of him and his sisters would I leave them to. I told him no but I'm not sure he believed me. Did the girls say anything?" "They just asked if you were leaving us,' she told me. "Steve, I'm sorry." "I just hope he was worth it Donna," I said with my temperature starting to rise. "Steve, I didn't do anything last night." "Like I said Donna, I'm tired of the bullshit, the lies and damn games. Remember, I'm the one who undressed you last night. Let's see, you left with panties on and came back without them. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out something happened between the time you left and when you came home." "Steve, I didn't cheat on you, you've got to believe that. Do you think I'm lying?" "Donna, I just don't have it in me to do this anymore. I love you to death but I guess I'm not the person you need or I guess want," I said grabbing my beer. I'll start looking for a place next week and will be out of your hair as soon as possible. I'll make it as painless as possible for the kids if for no one else. So if you'll excuse me, I think I want to spend a little time with my kids," I told her as I walked upstairs. I never saw Donna the rest of the night or at all on Sunday. She was in her bedroom with the door locked and told me to go away when I finally knocked on her door to say dinner was ready. It was a quiet meal and without her at the table it just added to the tension in the room. I made sure the kids had something to eat before I left for work on Monday. They were visibly down and even though I tried to crack a few jokes I bombed. At least school would keep their minds off what was going on if for only a few hours. I got a recommendation for a good lawyer and sent him what I was looking for. The last thing in the world I wanted was for this to get ugly. I figured it would be best for Donna and the kids if they kept the house, at least until they turned eighteen. Money was going to get a little tight, paying for two households, but cutting back on a few things we could just make it. By the end of the day I was drained physically and mentally. At 4:00 I called it a day. I was worthless and figured I'd spend a little more quality time with my kids before I left. With my car on autopilot I somehow made it home. For once I beat Donna home and found the kids in the living room playing some video game. I grabbed one of the controllers and announced I was going to kick their butts, all of them. All right I lost again. I think they felt sorry for me and cut me a little slack but they still kicked my ass. We got a little wild, screaming and hollering and never noticed Donna come home. I wanted a rematch but my son told me to practice and he'd think about it. I was about to push the issue when we were all told dinner was on the table. We all sat around the table and put of the best faces we all could. The kids told us about their day and my youngest said she'd need an outfit made for her class play. The elephant was still in the room but no one acknowledged it. We just let it sit quietly in the corner as we made the best of our time together. Games, schoolwork, dishes all took up the next hour and a half to two hours. I stayed busy and as far away from Donna as I could. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and shake her until I'd gotten all the anger in me out. It wasn't until some time after nine that she snuck up on me. "Here," she said handling me a large manila envelope. "What's this?" "Just read it. It cost you a thousand dollars so you might as well read it." For a moment I thought it was divorce papers because of the formal first page, but I quickly found that it was just a list of references and qualifications of the firm that had prepared it. I glanced at the next ten pages before sitting down to look at them in detail, as Donna watched me. It was the results of a polygraph test. For the next twenty minutes I read questions and the analysis of the answers given. It wasn't just Donna, but Connie and the two other women that been with Donna last Friday night. Were you with Donna Moore last Friday night? Yes. Did Donna flirt and dance with Randy? Yes. Did she leave with or have sex with Randy? No. The test showed they were telling the truth. Donna's questions and answers were next. Did you dance with Randy? Yes Did you carry your flirting too far with him? Yes Did you give him your panties? Yes Was he physically well endowed? Yes Did you want to have sex with him? Yes Did you have sex with him? No Have you ever had sex with anyone other than your husband since you got married? No Do you love your kids? Yes Do you love your husband? More than anything. More than sex with a big cock? Yes Do you want to stay married to your husband? Yes Do you think you can stay faithful to him? Yes Do you think he still loves you? Yes And so the questions and answers went. On the last page there was an analysis that stated that in their professional judgment, all parties answered all the questions truthfully. It was signed and notarized. How long I held the papers, reading and rereading them is anyone's guess. Donna sat their quietly fidgeting but not saying a word, until I put the papers on the table. "I knew you weren't going to believe me or anyone else, that's why I did this. If it saves our marriage it was worth every penny." "Ok, you didn't cheat, but that's only one issue. I'll still never be able to keep up with you and no matter what I do, I'll still only be six and a half inches long." "Steve I love you and the kids more than I'll ever love a big cock. Sex is great but what we have is so much better," she said now sitting on my lap. "Look, nothing in life is certain but my love for you. I could have married either one of my old boyfriends but I chose you; shouldn't that tell you something?" We started kissing in the kitchen but quickly took it to our bedroom. She trashed my shirt as buttons flew everywhere but it had to come off and there were way too many buttons. We took each other to new heights as we spent the next two hours making up for what we hadn't done in over a week. She was still a little sloppy but I didn't care at that point. When we finally finished, we just lay there, sticky, smelly with fluids escaping every orifice. But we were happy. "I never want you to replacement me again," I told her. " Mr. Happy has to go but the vibrator can stay. If I have to have a damn Viagra drip by the side of our bed, so be it," at which we both laughed. "No more secrets, no more games just the two of us." "Steve, you're all I want," she said kissing me. "Just one question," I said propping myself up on my elbow. "Who in the hell was Randy?" "Randy was one of the Chip N Dale dancers." "Was he really that hung," I asked not really wanting to bring that subject up again. "Steve, let's just say; you know that A T & T commercial that say reach out and touch someone? Well Randy could do it from half way across the room." I called in sick Tuesday and Wednesday and I really wasn't lying. I was sore, tired and chained to the bed at one point or another. I told them that I'd be in Thursday if I felt better or if Donna would let me out of bed for more than an hour or two. After two days even Donna said it was time to take a breather, or a little while anyway. Do I think Donna and I will make it? I give us a fifty fifty chance. I love her to death and will do whatever it takes to keep her happy, but you didn't see the look in her eyes when she described being stretched by a big cock. How long do I think she can hold out? I'm hoping until at least the kids are eighteen and maybe a lot longer. Only time will tell.