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Tom's Wife, Joe's Slut Ch. 01

By: Just Plain Bob



My husband's side of the family thinks that I am a round heeled slut and I suppose that I am, but only because my husband and his brother made me one. No, that's not entirely true; Tom's bother made me a slut, Tom just didn't stop him.

Tom and I had been married a little over eight years. As far as marriages go I guessed that ours was a pretty good one. We had our ups and downs, but the ups always greatly outnumbered the downs and whatever the troubles we managed to work our way through them without any lasting damage to our relationship. As far as I know Tom didn't run around on me and I had never cheated on him. Our sex life was adequate, but the excitement had died down a little. Frequency was okay - three or four times a week - but the passion seemed gone. I suppose that it was because we had gotten used to each other and had started taking each other for granted which might have contributed to what happened, but the major cause was my husband's lack of backbone where his family was concerned.

Tom's brother Joe is an obnoxious asshole. When we were dating Tom took me to meet his family and I hadn't been in Joe's presence for five minutes before he started making crude sexual comments to me right in front of Tom and Joe's wife Shelly. Neither of them said a word about it, just looked away. When we left I asked Tom why he had let his brother get away with talking to me like that and he said, "Don't sweat it honey, that's just the way he is. You just have to ignore him."

Well, I have been trying to ignore Joe for eight years, but it is hard to ignore someone when you are forced to be around them. Weddings, funeral, birthday and anniversary parties, Thanksgiving and Christmas are all family affairs and as soon as Tom and I arrive Joe starts in on me. 

"Damn Karen, your tits seem to be bigger every time I see you. You gotta show them to me one of these days." "Karen baby, it's about time you brought that sexy body here for us to look at."" "Hey, here she is guys, the sexiest woman in the family. Wouldn't you just love to do her once?" 

It went on like that for eight years and every time I would ask Tom to do something about it he would just shrug his shoulders and tell me that I should just accept it as a personality quirk. "He doesn't mean anything honey, it is just his way of complimenting you."

"Well I don't want compliments like that. I find them sexist and demeaning and I'm totally fed up with it. I'll give you one more chance to straighten him out and stop him from embarrassing me. If you don't do it I'm going to start doing some embarrassing of my own."

I even made several attempts to talk to Shelly about it and pretty much got the same response from her as I got from Tom.

Two weeks after I gave Tom the 'do something or else' ultimatum we went to Joe and Shelly's for Shelly's birthday party. At first I thought that Tom had taken my ultimatum to heart and had talked to Joe because Joe didn't greet me with one of his sexist remarks. I relaxed and for the first time in ages I was actually enjoying myself at a family party. Two hours into the party it became apparent that Tom either hadn't talked to Joe or he hadn't been forceful enough. I was drinking beer and I had the bottle up to my mouth and I was taking a long pull on it when Joe said, "Whoa, look at that. Would that mouth do a job on a cock or what?"

I looked over at Tom and he looked away and pretended that he didn't hear or see anything. Okay I thought, I warned you. I put the beer bottle down and looked Joe right in the eye, "I suck great cock baby. Would you like to find out first hand?"

Joe looked at me with a shocked look on his face and then he looked over at Tom who was standing there talking with Shelly. 

"Don't bother looking at them and don't worry about them saying anything. Both of them have had eight years to say something and they have kept their mouths shut so obviously they don't care one way or the other. You want me to do it here in front of every one or have you a quiet place we can go to be alone?"

Joe just stood there with his mouth hanging open and inside I was laughing my ass off because everyone in the room was looking at Mr. BigMouth just standing there looking stupid. Then I decided to take it a little farther. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him behind me into his den which was just off the dining room and I closed the door behind us. Joe was still stunned by what was happening and he just stood there as my fingers found his zipper and pulled it down. It was at that point that I expected Tom to come storming into the room and put a stop to things and then I would go back to the party and laughingly tell everybody that Tom had kept me from having anything to do with Joe's teeny-tiny little weenie. 

But Tom didn't come through the door.

Okay then, I'd go to plan B. I'd fish Joe's cock out of his pants and then run from the room and tell everybody that Joe had a little itty-bitty dick. Then everything changed - I got my hand on Joe's cock. Even without seeing it I knew that something was wrong. It wasn't even hard and it was still a handful. I felt it twitch as I pulled it out and when I looked down at it I got the surprise of my life. In it's flaccid state it was twice the size of my husband's cock when he was hard. Joe's cock grew in my hand and I couldn't take my eyes off of it as it extended. My fingers were all the way around it when I reached into his pants and took hold of it, but as it grew it pushed my fingers apart and when it stopped growing my hand would only go halfway around it. 

I was so fascinated by what I was watching that I didn't notice that Joe was no longer in a stunned or shocked condition. I didn't notice when he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down and it wasn't until I was at eye level with the slit in the end of Joe's cock that it suddenly occurred to me that my plan for shaming Joe had gone terribly wrong. I tried to stand up, but Joe held me down. 

"Oh no baby, you invited me in here, you got me started and now you have to follow through." 

With one hand pushing down on my shoulder he grabbed the back of my head with the other and pulled my head to him as he pushed his hips forward. When I opened my mouth to say, "Stop it Joe" his cock forced it's way past my lips. I could barely get my mouth around it and Joe held my head and fucked my mouth for about a minute and then he pulled out and laughed, "You aren't that great a cocksucker, but I'm willing to bet you are a great piece of ass." 

He picked me up and carried me over to his desk and sat me down on it and then pushed me down on my back. He lifted my skirt to my waist and then ripped my panties off of me - just grabbed them and ripped them off. He took an ankle in each hand, forced my legs apart and then moved in between them. I had been struggling to get away from him and he was laughing at me. 

"It isn't nice to tease Joey and I'm going to show you why." 

He pushed the head of his cock at my opening and started humping and little by little his cock moved into me. I groaned and he looked down at me and chuckled. 

"You behave yourself baby and just lie there and don't fight it and I'll do something to make it easier. Otherwise I'll just force it in a little at a time and make you feel the pain and discomfort." 

I looked up at him and didn't say a word and after a few seconds he reached down and opened a desk drawer and took out a bottle of KY Lotion. He pulled out of me and I watched as he lubed himself up and thought that there was no way in hell that he could get all of his cock in me, but at the same time I found myself wanting to know if I could take it all. It wasn't a rational thought on my part - I hadn't really intended for what was about to happen to occur - but several things were going on in my mind at the same time: 1. I'd never had a cock that large, Hell, I didn't even know that there could be cocks that large. 2. My husband didn't even care enough about me to come charging in and put an end to what was happening. 3. Shelly apparently didn't care about what her husband and I were doing in the room. 4. Refer back to #2 - I was pissed at the gutless bastard. 5. Refer to # 2 and #4 - I'd show that miserable asshole!

When Joe had lubed himself up as much as he thought he needed he put the head of his cock against my pussy and parted my pussy lips. 

"Grab your knees and pull them back as far as you can." 

I did what he said and he began feeding his cock into me with short little strokes and every stroke put just a little bit more of him into me.

I didn't want it to happen, I really, really didn't, but as inch after inch of that monster moved into me I became more and more turned on. He was touching me in places that I didn't even know I had. Moans of discomfort changed into moans of pleasure and finally I felt Joe's pubic bone hit mine. I had done it! I had taken all of him. For some unknown reason I felt proud of myself and I must have smiled because Joe said, "That's right baby, you got it all, and now I'm going to make sure that you will want to take it all again and again and again. I'm going to make you my bitch baby, I'm going to turn you into my personal whore." 

He slowly started fucking me. He started with long slow strokes and kept at it until I began moaning at the pleasure of it, "Yes, oh yes, ooh yes" and Joe laughed and said, "That's it baby, sing to me, tell me that you want my cock. Do you want my cock baby?" 

I didn't answer and he stopped in mid-stroke. "Do you want my cock?" I still didn't say anything so he said, "Okay, I'll take it away" and he started to pull out of me. 

"No, don't" I cried as I wrapped my legs around him and grabbed his ass with my hands, "Leave it in, leave it in, yes I want your cock, please leave it in." 

"That's what I wanted to hear baby, you are mine now. Tommy can see to feeding you and keeping a roof over your head, but your pussy belongs to me now." 

He started fucking me faster and harder and my body went crazy as he touched places that had never been touched before. I wasn't a virgin when I met Tom. I'd had several lovers and once I'd even let a boyfriend and two of his buddies do me after a drunken party, but I had never been fucked like Joe fucked me. I screamed and I begged and I had orgasm after orgasm and all the time he looked down at me and smiled and told me how much he was going to be fucking me from then on.

I had fully expected that Tom would follow me into the den when I led Joe into it so I hadn't locked the door behind us. While I was lying on the desk begging Joe for his cock the door had opened and someone had come in. I didn't know it until Joe slowed down on his strokes. In a panic because I thought he was going to pull out and leave me and I lifted my head and saw that Tom's cousins Paul and Steve and his Uncle Ralph were standing there watching us. Confused I looked up at Joe and he chuckled and said, "Don't worry about them sweetie, they don't get you until I'm done. You do want me to keep going don't you?" 

In my fevered mind all I wanted was that monster cock plowing into me and his comment "they don't get you" sailed right over my head. I had my hands on Joe's ass and I was trying to pull him to me. 

"Look at the slut guys, she just can't get enough. Okay sweetie, let's finish you off" and he began to pound hard into me. After about a minute or so he said, "Get ready baby, here it comes" and I suddenly felt like a water hose was filling me. The thought of another man's sperm flooding my married pussy sent me over the edge and I had my fourth orgasm since Joe started feeding me his cock. As I lay there trying to catch my breath I became aware that Joe was still in me and that even soft he filled me more that Tom did when he was hard. When Joe began to pull out of me I reached up to try and hold him to me, but he pushed my hands away and said, "Okay sweetie, I'll give you more, but you will have to get me hard again." He moved so that his cock was at my mouth. "Go ahead sweetie, work on it, get me up again." 

I didn't hesitate; I reached out and took his cock in my hand and guided it to my mouth. Soft I could accommodate him and I licked and sucked him to the best of my ability - I wanted him hard and in me again. In concentrating on Joe I forgot about the other three in the room and it wasn't until I felt hands on my legs and a cock enter me that I remembered them. I jerked my head away from Joe and looked to see Uncle Ralph grinning at me. 

"I've wanted to do this since the day Tom introduced us." 

I tried to pull away from him, "No, no, you can't do this. Make him stop Joe, make him stop." 

Joe laughed at me, "Don't be telling him he can't sweetie, he already is. Besides, I don't want him to stop sweetie; I want him to keep your cunt hot while you get me hard. Come on sweetie, stop talking and get your mouth back on my dick."

I lost all track of time as the four men took turns fucking me. Finally Joe said, "That's enough for now guys, we've been away from Shelly's party too long and we need to get back. We'll have plenty more opportunity to fuck the little whore from now on." 

"Oh my God" I cried, "Shelly!' How am I ever going to be able to face her after this." 

"You don't need to sweat Shelly sweetie, she's as much a slave to this cock as you are going to be and she knows better than to piss me off. She gets me mad and I make her go without for a while. If she knows I want more of you she will do whatever I want to see that I get you. You can look forward to a lot of invites for coffee sweetie and I'll be here to make sure that you get cream. No sweetie, Shelly isn't your problem; your problem is Tom and how you handle that is up to you. Here's the deal sweetie. I take lunch from eleven-thirty till one. I'll be at your front door by eleven thirty-five and I expect you to meet me at the door naked except for your slutiest high heels. If you don't answer the door as soon as I knock and in the manner I just told you I turn and leave and you never get to see this cock again. Understood?" 

I was still thinking about how I was going to be able to face Tom and I didn't answer right away and Joe said sharply, "I asked you if you understood?" 

"Yes Joe." 

"Good" and he turned to leave, but he stopped when he reached the door and turned back to me, "Oh, by the way, staying on my good side and keeping me happy means that you need to keep Ralph, Paulie and Steve happy too" and then he laughed, "And maybe one or two others" and then he opened the door and left the room. I turned and looked at Paul, Steve and Ralph and they were giving me big grins.

Tom's Wife, Joe's Slut Ch. 02



Joe walked out of the den and returned to Shelly's party and the other three men followed him a minute later. That left me standing in Joe's den wondering how I was going to be able to go back to the party and face the people who no doubt knew what had gone on. Most of Tom's family were at the party and for the last eight years they had all seen me as Tom's loving wife. And just how in the hell was I going to face my husband.

I couldn't. I couldn't do either; I couldn't face Tom and I couldn't face his family. What had started out as an attempt to embarrass Joe to the point where he would leave me alone - stop sexually harassing me - had gone terribly wrong. I had not only not embarrassed him, but I had allowed Joe to turn me into a whore. What was worse was that he made me like it. It was over and he was gone, but I couldn't say to myself, "Okay, you screwed up, put it behind you and get on with your life." I couldn't do that because I knew that Joe would be at my front door the next day at eleven thirty-five and I knew that I would be waiting for him just like he said he wanted me - in my slutty high heels and with a wet and eager pussy.

I don't know how long I sat there in Joe's den - it must have been hours - before the door opened and Shelly came in. She stood looking at me for several moments and then she said, "You can come out now, they are all gone."

"Tom?"

"He left when you came in here with Joe."

"Did he say anything?"

"No, he just looked around the room with shame on his face and then he left."

"Oh God, what am I going to do?"

"Go home and pretend that nothing happened. He was already gone when everyone else here heard your first scream of pleasure. If you don't tell him I doubt that anyone else who was here tonight will. No honey, what you are going to have to work hardest at is not letting him find out about what happens from now on."

"What do you mean?"

"Joe is going to use you from now on if you let him and if the noises that were coming out of this room tonight are any indication you most definitely will."

"You seem to be taking this calmly."

"I don't have a choice sweetie. I am as addicted to that cock as you are going to be. I learned a long time ago that I do what Joe says or he cuts me off. Come on sweetie, I'll drive you home."

The ride home was made in silence and as I was getting out of the car Shelly wished me good luck. The house was dark when I came in, but I heard the tinkle of ice cubes in a glass coming from the living room and I headed that way. Tom was sitting on the couch in the dark and drinking. Hoping against hope that Shelly knew what she was talking about I sat down in the chair across from Tom and said, "Thanks for everything Tom. Thanks for not having the guts to come after me when I went into Joe's den and thanks for abandoning me and running home." 

I stood up to leave the room and Tom said, "What you did was totally uncalled for. You embarrassed me in front of my entire family."

"Bullshit! Your brother has been embarrassing me for eight fucking years now and I have begged you to do something about it, but you never would. I told you a month ago I'd give you one more chance to have a talk with him, but you are a gutless wienie where he is concerned and you didn't do shit. I told you if you didn't do it I was going to do some embarrassing of my own. You didn't do anything, as fucking usual, so I followed through on my threat. If you were embarrassed in front of your family it was your own damned fault. It is what you get for having no fucking backbone where Joe is concerned. Good night" and I left him sitting in the living room and went to bed.

In a way I felt bad for treating Tom that way. I loved Tom, I really did and I was sorry that I had cuckolded him with his brother. I hadn't planned on it, it had just happened and the fact was that it was going to happen again. I didn't want to lose my husband; he was kind, considerate and loving and I couldn't see me living without him. So, feeling that way, how could I look forward to seeing his brother the next day? I didn't know, I couldn't figure it out and I did not understand it. 

I was lying there thinking those thoughts when Tom came in, undressed and got into bed with me. His hand moved to my breast, which was his signal that he wanted to make love. I rarely refused him, but I couldn't let him make love to me because I still had the love juices of Joe, Paul, Ralph and Steve in me. I was afraid that if I let Tom enter me he would know right away what had happened in Joe's den. I hadn't showered and cleaned myself before going to bed because that was something that I never did at night and that too might have told Tom something. 

I pushed his hand away, "Not tonight Tom. I'm in no mood after the evening that I've just had" and I rolled away from him and pretended to go to sleep.

I was standing at the door at eleven-thirty naked except for high heels when the doorbell rang at eleven thirty-eight. Joe already had his cock out and was stroking it when I opened the door. He stepped in, pushed the door shut behind him and said, "On your knees sweetie and show him how happy you are to see him again." 

That began the wildest afternoon of sex I had yet experienced. After fucking me for the third time Joe picked up the phone and called his office and told them he wouldn't be back in that day. The first time I had his cock in my mouth - that night in the den - I could barely get the head of it past my lips. By the time Joe left my house I was able to accommodate almost a third of his cock and Joe told me that I would be deep throating him by the end of the week. Joe fucked me five times that afternoon and I was amazed at his ability to get hard time after time. I absolutely loved the full feeling I had when he was in me and I was trying to pull him back down for another session when he laughed and said, "We'll do it again tomorrow sweetie, but I need to leave unless you want Tom to walk in on us." 

I looked at the clock and saw that Tom would be home in less than a half-hour. When Joe left I staggered into the bathroom, showered and douched, quickly put fresh sheets on the bed, and then went downstairs to fix dinner for Tom. I hoped that he wouldn't want to make love that night because even though I had douched and gotten most of Joe's spend out of me he had stretched my pussy to the point I was sure Tom would notice.

The phone rang while we were eating dinner and Tom answered it and then handed me the phone. "It's for you. I think its Shelly. 

"Hello?"

"Hi honey, its Shelly. I've got a problem that I'm hoping you can help me with. Can you come over for a couple of hours? Not you and Tom, just you."

"Hang on, I'll find out" and I turned to Tom, "Do you have anything planned for us for tonight?"

"No, why?"

"Shelly wants me to help her with something."

"Okay by me."

"Shelly? I can come over in about half an hour. I need to do my dinner dishes before I leave."

"Okay honey, but the sooner you can get here the better."

"Curious" I said as I hung up the phone.

"Why is that?"

"It's the first time she's ever called and asked me to come over."

It didn't occur to me until I was walking up their front walk that Shelly was doing what Joe had told her to do. She was getting me over so that Joe could fuck me some more. I rang the bell and was greeted by Joe, "Glad you could make it sweetie. Shelly's in the back bedroom waiting for you."

I walked into the bedroom and what I saw froze me in my tracks. Shelly was on the bed naked and she had three men with her. Not only that, but there were four more naked men in the room watching the four people on the bed. Joe came up behind me and cupped my breasts in his hands and poked his hard cock against my ass. 

"That's the problem she needs help with sweetie, she ain't got enough holes."

I tried to back up and leave, but Joe held onto me.

"You aren't going anywhere sweetie. I've been bragging to these guys what good pussy you are and you have to stay and prove to them I'm not a liar."

I struggled to pull away from him, "No Joe, no. Let me go. I can't do this. I love my husband and I can't do this to him."

"Sure you can sweetie. You can love him all you want when you are home with him, but right now you are here and these guys want a taste of you. Come on guys, let's get her clothes off of her."

Four sets of hands grabbed me and started stripping me. I kept trying to pull loose and one of the men said, "Hey Joe, if she isn't willing I'm not sure that I want in on this."

"Don't sweat it. As soon as she feels my cock in her she'll settle down."

He was right of course. They got me stripped and carried me to the bed and set me down beside Shelly. Joe mounted me and five strokes later I was begging him to never stop fucking me.

When the last man had dressed and gone I had been fucked fourteen times. I'd swallowed the cum of six men and I had my first anal ever and found out that I liked it. At one point in the evening Shelly and I had been mirror images of each other as side by side we each had three men in us. I hadn't wanted the night to end - I wanted to stay there and fuck forever - but the night did end and I faced up to the fact that I was going home to my husband as a well fucked whore. Shelly loaned me what I needed to take a shower and douche myself and go home to Tom fairly clean, but if Tom wanted sex I was busted. There was no way he wouldn't know that my pussy had been well used. How did I know? Because when I pushed the nozzle of Shelly's douche bag into my pussy I didn't even feel it. Before I left to go home Joe told me that he would see me the next day during his lunch hour. Driving home I thought a lot about what had happened and what was happening to me and the only thing I was certain of when I got home was that I didn't know how to stop it and I wasn't sure I would even if I could. Luckily, Tom was in bed asleep when I got home.

The next day, clad only in high heels, I waited at the front door for Joe's arrival. The doorbell rang and I opened the door and wasn't the least bit surprised when I saw two men I didn't recognize standing there with Joe. I just turned and headed for the bedroom. It was five hours of intense, almost non-stop sex and more than one time I had all three of them in me at once. Joe left at the end of his lunch hour, but the other two stayed until almost four before dressing and leaving me sprawled out on the bed. 

I lay there staring up at the ceiling and in my minds eye I could see my life going to hell in a hand basket. In the last three days fourteen different men had pushed their seed into my body and I couldn't stop them. I wanted Joe's cock and I had to take the others to get it. I loved my husband and didn't want to lose him, but how could I keep on doing what I was doing and keep him from finding out? I would be safe that night. It was Tom's bowling night and he never made love to me when he got home because it was late and I was always asleep. But the following day he would want me for sure. The last time we had made love was the night before Shelly's party and we had never, ever, gone more than three days without having each other. Would my stretched pussy tighten up in time? Would Joe stay away long enough to let it? I got off the bed and went and showered and douched and then went down to the kitchen to fix Tom his supper.

Tom hadn't been gone five minutes when the doorbell rang and I answered it to find Paul and Ralph standing there.

"We waited at the end of the street until we saw him leave"

"What do you want?"

"You know what we want."

"I'm sorry. What happened the other night was a big mistake and I don't intend to repeat it."

Ralph laughed and said, "You want me to call Joe? I remember him telling you that to keep him happy you needed to keep Paulie and me happy. Have you forgotten that?"

I stood there looking at thew two of them with disgust on my face and Ralph said, "Paulie, give me your cell phone." Paul reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a phone, handed it to Ralph and said, "Joe's number is 555-1234" and Ralph started pushing the buttons. I knew I was beat and I stepped aside and let them in. The two of them fucked me until an hour before Tom was due home, and yes, the newfound slut in me surfaced and at one point I asked Ralph to take me in my ass while Paul fucked my pussy. When they left they said they would see me again soon and I surprised myself by saying, "Hurry back" and meaning it.

The next morning after I got Tom off to work I called Shelly and got Joe's number at work. I called him and told him that I had a doctor's appointment at eleven and an appointment to see the dentist at one and that I wouldn't be home. I heard him laugh, "What's the matter sweetie, getting tired of me all ready?"

"No Joe, not at all, but these appointments were made weeks ago."

"Well, all right. Maybe I'll have Shelly call you tonight and ask you to come over and help her do something."

"No Joe. I need to spend some quality time with Tom tonight."

I had Tom's favorite meal on the table when he got home that night. We opened a bottle of wine and spent a quiet evening together and when we went to bed I had my fingers crossed that I would be tight enough for my husband. I gave Tom a slow and sensuous blow job and then I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top of me. I'm ashamed to say it, but I barely felt him enter me. I locked my legs around him and then grabbed his shoulders and hung onto him while moaning, "That's it baby, make love to me."

Tom made cruel little laugh and said, "Make love? You don't make love to whores, you just fuck them!"

Just that fast my world shattered. He knew - my husband knew - that I had been another man's whore. All I could do was hang onto him, try to satisfy him, and then try and find some way to work things out between us. 

Tom had never made love to me like that before. He wasn't gentle, or tender, he fucked me like a mad animal. He slammed into me almost brutally until he came and then he got off me and grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head down to his cock.

"Suck it bitch! Get it hard again."

I cried out, "Tom, you're hurting me," but I didn't get all the words out before he rammed his cock into my mouth. He held the back of my head with both hands and brutally fucked my face.

"Were you really stupid enough to think that I wouldn't know that you are fucking my brother? You think that after spending eight years in your worthless cunt that I wouldn't notice when it stopped being tight?"

His hands were in my hair and he was pulling my face at his cock and the hair pulling was causing tears to run down my cheeks. His cock was forced deep into the back of my mouth and he was choking me. I felt his cock start to get hard again and it blocked my throat. I had trouble breathing and I panicked and started beating on Tom's legs with my fists. He laughed.

"Suffer you miserable bitch, suffer."

Then, suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved me face down on the bed. I was crying and begging him to leave me alone when he pulled me up onto my knees and drove his cock in my asshole. I screamed in pain and it was only because I'd had so many other cocks in my ass over the last two days that Tom didn't do any real damage. I was crying and pleading with him to leave me alone and he was laughing and telling me to, "Suffer you worthless whore, just suffer."

Then it was over. I felt his cock spurt in my ass and he pulled out of me and pushed me face down onto the bed. "Fucking whore" I heard him mutter as he got off the bed and left the room.

I don't know how long I lay there and cried before I finally fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning I was alone in bed. I got up, took a shower and then went downstairs to face the music, but Tom wasn't there. I checked and found that his car was gone. When he didn't come home that night I called his office the next day, but his secretary wouldn't put me through to him. Another two days went by without me hearing from him so I drove down to his office building, but security wouldn't let me get any farther into the building than the lobby. When I had security call his office they were told to escort me off the property.

It has been two weeks now and I haven't heard a word from Tom. I've heard from Joe, Ralph, Paul, Steve and several others, but not Tom. So here I sit between a rock and a hard place. I miss and want Joe's cock, but I also miss and want Tom. If I give in to Joe's phone calls and go see him I risk not being here if Tom comes home. If I give into Joe's phone calls and have him over here to the house I risk him being here if Tom comes home. On the other hand I can sit here and behave myself and wait for Tom to come home which is something that he may never do. 



Tom's Wife, Joe's Slut Ch. 03



I commented to JPB that this was good for a third chapter, and I thought he maybe do just that. Since he hasn't then I couldn't let a chance go by. This is a slight departure from my usual monogamous coupling, but I thought the way JPB set the story up, it might work. Only the readers can judge for sure. Reading Tom's Wife, Joe's Slut Ch 01 and  Tom's Wife, Joe's Slut Ch 02 is advisable if you haven't already. I would like to thank Winterfoxx for help in editing and helping with the American vernacular...points finger...his fault if it's wrong...lol The rest I'll take full responsibility for.

Enjoy!


Another week has gone by, and I have resigned myself to the fact that Tom may never come back. In one respect I couldn't blame him, while in another he was as much if not more at fault as me. I took this time to do some serious soul searching. What is it that makes one person so damn attractive and another so damn uninspiring?

When you boil it down, Joe is a very unattractive son-of-a-bitch! He is even more so in character if not so much in looks. Sure he has a nice big package. However is that all there is to life? I was concluding it wasn't even damn close. In fact all he seemed to be to me, was one giant dick! 

On the other hand, what about Tom? Up until the shit hit the fan, I thought he was a loving, kind and gentle husband. I loved and adored him. However he has now shown me his true colors, which is a damn spineless wimp. He didn't stand up and protect HIS wife and family. He can't be relied upon to protect your back, therefore making it impossible to respect him for allowing Joe to run rough shod all over him.

I knew then I was losing my love for Tom and it both saddened and angered me. But while Tom is losing his wife and I'm losing my husband, it was Joe who was primarily at fault. If you want to put figures to it, then in my opinion Joe has to take responsibility for fifty percent of what has happened. Tom's refusal to stop his brother makes up forty percent, and I'll happily accept ten percent for my stupid brain fart of an idea to humiliate Joe and force Tom to taking action. 

What infuriated me the most was Joe's conceited opinion of himself as God's gift to the female gender. What made me angry as well was the fact that I, along with numerous other women, have re-enforced his over inflated egotistical opinion of himself as a total stud. It still embarrasses and galls me when I think back on how I knelt in front of Joe and begged him to fuck me, as though my life would end if he took his cock and walked away.

I knew if I didn't break this habit, I was destined to end up like Shelly, nothing more than a cock addicted mindless fuck slut. It was time to get my life back on track I couldn't sit here pining over what could have been and leaving myself open to something more destructive. I knew the way I was feeling, and if Joe showed up I'd crumble. That wasn't what I wanted deep down.

I needed to get my ass and head wired together in order to stop thinking with my pussy and refrain from acting like a piece of moronic slut. Staying here at home waiting was only putting myself at the disposal of Joe and his asshole friends. After belittling myself for what felt like months but in fact was only days, I woke up one the third morning with a more positive attitude. The first thing I needed to do was set some goals.

First on the list was the house. Since my wimp of a husband had chosen to run off and hide, I need to be sure of my financial well-being. I had received some notification if payments weren't made in the very near future, then the bank would foreclose on the loan. It appears that since Tom's disappearance, there have been no payments made by him.

To take care of the arrears on the mortgage, I needed a job and to get back to finishing my studies in Business Management. I realized this would have a compounding effect and would kill two birds with one stone. One I'd be securing my home and financial independence, and two it will keep me away from the house for extended periods of time with work and night classes. I knew if I could keep Joe at bay for long enough, the memory of his enormous cock would fade.

It didn't take me long to find a job. While it was a dead end position, waitressing paid the bills but only barely, and allowed me to continue my studies to get into employment that is more lucrative. Things were tight and there was a lot I had to do without. But in its own way, it gave me a new appreciation of how good it feels to be standing on your own two feet. I still had not heard from Tom, but Joe and his asshole friends were another kettle altogether. Joe and Shelly had been leaving messages on the answering machine on a daily basis, and I deleted them without listening to any of their bullshit.

I didn't know if he was coming around to the house or not, but he never showed up while I was home. But that wasn't all that often and when I was home I never turned on any lights. Savings on the electric bill helped to make the mortgage payments.

I had to work split shifts, which fortunately paid more than regular shifts. I'd get up and be out of the house by five in the morning to start my breakfast shift. Later I'd go to the library and study between breakfast and my lunchtime shift that finished around three in the afternoon. I was back at the library until they closed at five in the evening, and then I got to evening classes that started at six and ran until nine that night. I had a busy schedule and it left little time at home.

One night I was standing outside school after class waiting for my bus. Bradley Turwood was my tutor and he came out, closing and locking up the building. "Still here?" He quipped as he turned the key in the lock.

I smiled nervously. "Yes, still here, looks as though my bus is running a little later than normal!"

Mr. Turwood stepped up beside me, sliding his hands into his pockets, and stared across the street. "Nice evening!" He commented as he looked up into the night sky. I glanced at him with a critical eye. He didn't look at me. But as he gazed down the street past me he finished, "I can give you a ride home if you like, if you're worried about standing here all alone?"

I've been hit on by lots of guys, but this made me smile. Turwood seemed to be going out of his way to be nonthreatening and I thought it was cute. "If it's not out of your way, I'd be delighted to accept a lift."

He smiled but still didn't look straight at me. Instead he hung his head with the makings of a smile lifting the corner of his mouth, making him much more likable. He pointed, "My car is over there."

I got the distinct impression that he was a shy sort of man, certainly not brash or uncouth as Joe. He sat and kept his eyes on the road, not once checking me out. I was expecting an advance, but he didn't seem all that comfortable. Riding for a little while in silence, I thought I'd break up some of this ice. "Just before the lesson finished tonight Mr. Turwood, you asked if anyone knew what the eight principles of the ISO 9000 were. 

He smiled and nodded. "Please call me Brad, or Bradley. Do you know the answer?"

I settled back in my seat and leant up against the door. "I think I do...Bradley, and if I'm not mistaken they are...Customer Focus; Involvement of People; Leadership; Process Approach; Factual Approach; System Approach; Continual Improvements; and Mutually Beneficial Supplier Relationships?"

Bradley's smile lit up his face. "Well done, I'm impressed. I see you've been reading ahead of the rest of the class."

After that Bradley loosened up, and we were discussing business ethics as we rounded the corner into my street. One quick glance saw Joe's car sitting in my driveway and I immediately asked him to drive on past. Glancing at me from the corner of his eye he commented, "Trouble?"

My mood had taken a sharp downturn and I snapped angrily. "You could say that! Trouble with a big dick and no idea how to use it, along with no social graces!" We got to the end of the street and I asked Bradley to let me out at the park. "He won't stay too long. I'll just hang out here and wait him out."

Bradley didn't stop and suggested as he looked at the clock on the dash. "It's early, how about I buy you a drink and if you're feeling up to it, you can fill me in on your problems."

I was of two minds and I knew if I stayed here knowing what Joe could do to me, then I was in jeopardy of going home and letting Joe have his way. I hated the idea. I hated the fact that I had little to no control over my feelings. Added to that, two months without any sex was having undesirable effects on me. At the same time, I was little suspicious of Bradley's intentions.

"No monkey business, just a drink to fill in the time so I can avoid Joe!"

Bradley held up his hands in protest. "I promise, just two friends having a social drink and discussing problems!"

Ten minutes later found us in a private secluded corner of the TC club. "So what's the deal with this guy, Joe?"

I don't know why I let it all out to an almost stranger. Only fifteen minutes ago, I thought Bradley was shy. Now I have to admit my first opinion might have been a little hasty. Now he exuded an air of confidentiality. And much to my embarrassment, I related the whole sordid mess. Bradley, to his credit sat and listened. "So you're not comfortable with the idea this Joe guy, your brother, has turned you into a sex addict?"

I smiled at his use of terminology. "I appreciate you not calling me a slut! I was never all that sexually adventurous before. Now I get horny at the drop of a hat. Not good for a stable relationship with a husband, if you know what I mean?"

Bradley chuckled. "I don't know you well enough to be calling you a slut, and it all depends on the husband and what he's comfortable with. But I can see your point. You say your husband...Tom, didn't do anything to stop his brother?"

I nodded my affirmation, however kept any further comment to myself. "If I were you, I wouldn't be worried about your husband. It sounds like he's been dominated by Joe all his life. There was nothing you could have done about that. He has to fight his own demons. You're not in the position to do it for him."

I watched Bradley's face and tried to gauge his inference. "I'm now not as angry about Tom's lack of backbone as I am about my own actions. Up until the confrontation, I thought myself a good faithful wife. Joe the asshole has ripped the idea right out of me. The fact that Tom wouldn't or couldn't stop him is beside the point. I know now I am an addict and the more I think about it the more I want to fuck and the more it galls me to think Joe is right!"

Bradley smiled and I felt a little annoyed by it. "You think that's funny?" I snapped in irritation.

Bradley kept chuckling and nodded then shook his head. "Yes and no! I think your belief that you are a civilized and a socially advanced individual is making it hard for you to understand the mechanics of procreation. We are all animals with the inherent desires that go along with it."

I sat back thinking about what Bradley was saying. "So you're saying that every woman is a slut in the making? That's a little cynical, don't you think?"

Bradley nodded his head and then bobbed it from side to side as though he was weighing up the alternatives. "Again, yes and no! If you want to put it that way then every male is a slut most of the time. Women are sluts for about one week a month." What Bradley had said and the grin on his face wouldn't allow me to feel as though I'd been slighted.

"Then you're saying that my hormones have more control over me than I would like?"

"Definitely! Moreover, women are the ones that find this concept harder to accept. Hormones bombard men all the time, but for us it's a constant attack if you will, so we get used to it and just accept. Most of the time we just let it happen."

"Women accuse us of not thinking about anything else. That's an exaggeration, but we do think about sex a lot of the time, especially when there's a desirable female around. It's Mother Nature's insurance policy in order that the human race continue. Most of us can control ourselves to a point for society's sake."

"Women on the other hand have periods, 'no pun intended', of what you might loosely term normalcy when your hormones aren't bombarding you and making you think of sex. This is when you believe you are in total control. Conversely you then get intense periods of sexual hunger. For you it's hard to accept you are controlled by your hormones, no differently than males, just more sporadic in nature."

I debated what he was saying and I couldn't refute it. I didn't know much about the causes of sexual arousal. "What's the bet you had your periods about two weeks after the confrontation with Joe?"

I reflected back to that fateful night and the look on my face as I came to the realization what Bradley was saying had merit. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"Fuck you and damn hormones!" I spat dejectedly. Bradley laughed and I felt stupid and the heat of embarrassment rose up my neck. "I'm not a fucking animal!"

Bradley just chuckled. "Yes you are, just like me and every other being on the planet. You just have a more evolved brain and an individuality that opposes Mother Nature's grand plan."

I took a gulp from my wine glass as Bradley continued, "Human beings like to think they are monogamous, but what screws this up is sentience, a person's self-awareness, their individuality. There are birds that mate for life. Even if their mate dies the one that's left will go each year to their nesting site and build, waiting for their mate that will never arrive. They won't enter into any courtship with any others during the mating season.

I thought about that piece of information. "That's really sad!"

"I know but because birds aren't self-aware, sentient, then they don't feel grief. They just act on instinct and nothing more! Humans aren't wired that way or that dedicated. They confuse mate-ship with ownership. Humans feel in certain ways they own their partner, like Joe now feels that he owns you. He believes he took you off Tom."

"So you're saying the brain fart I attempted to do wasn't wrong, it was just at the wrong time?"

"Precisely! Had you confronted Joe a week or two earlier or later, then I'm sure you would have done exactly what you intended on doing and laughed in his face when he got his cock out. The problem you had was your hormones telling you this was the right time and the alpha male standing in front of you was more desirable than your husband. When you bring it down to basic instinct, he's stronger, more assertive, therefore as far as Mother Nature is concerned, a better choice for your offspring." 

"So what you're saying is, I don't have to worry about what I did, but more so when I did it?"

"Exactly! And now that you know what's happening to you on a sublevel basis, you can use that well developed brain of yours to forearm yourself when the need arises."

I roughly calculated my cycle and determined that I was just past my fertile period, so I was safe from coercion and Joe's advances. I smiled and Bradley smiled along with me. "I want to thank you for helping me to understand what went wrong. I was so concerned that I had turned into this raving nymphomaniac."

Bradley took another swig of his beer. "That's the problem with most women who see themselves as 'sluts'. They really aren't. However they have experienced a connection with a male at their hungriest time, and then either being fooled, or fooling themselves into believing they are a nymphomaniac"

"There are actually very few real nymphomaniacs. That is more of a medical condition, an imbalance of hormones that can be controlled. The human mind is a wonderful thing. It can make itself believe anything it wants too. It's why women are able, if the conditions are right, to be sexually responsive at just about any time of the month."

Bradley got this cheeky grin on his face. "I have to admit that I thank god for that one!" We both broke out laughing.

It was still only eleven o'clock by the time Bradley pulled up in to my now empty driveway. He got out, opened my door like the gentleman he is, and walked me to my front door. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for all you help."

Before Bradley could answer, we heard a growl from behind. "Where the fuck have you been you sleazy whore?"

I turned to see Joe scowling at us. "Fuck off Joe! I have no interest in your neanderthal antics right now!"

Joe advanced on me and I backed up feeling the front door at my back. I had nowhere to go and before I could even think of what to do, Bradley stepped between Joe and me. "Back off buddy!" he growled as he placed his hand on Joe's shoulder.

Joe stopped for an instant then shrugged the hand off him. "Don't stick your nose into something that don't concern you pal. She's my whore and if you want a piece of her ass, then you gotta go through me."

I was surprised Bradley didn't back down, instead he pushed Joe backwards. "She no man's whore, and if you persist on sexually harassing her then you're the one who'll be regretting your actions." The venom in Bradley's voice wasn't easy to miss.

Joe took a swing at Bradley and to my relief Bradley sidestepped the attack and delivered a crushing blow to Joe's midriff. As Joe doubled up Bradley gave him a short sharp left jab to his face and Joe was on the ground dazed. Turning to me, he advised. "Get inside and lock all the doors while I take the trash out! I'll pick you up from your work tomorrow and drop you off after class just in case this piece of shit thinks he can get you on your own."

I did as Bradley had asked. As I leaned against the inside of the door with my heart pounding in my chest and a damp spot forming in my panties, I wondered why Tom couldn't have fought for me like that years ago. I had another thought. If Brad was right and Joe displayed the aura of an alpha male, then what the hell was Brad? He certainly didn't back down or cower in front of Joe, so where does that put Brad on the masculine scale?

~...~

For the next couple of weeks Brad picked me up and dropped me off. Every spare minute we chatted and I started to think Bradwas very comfortable in his own skin. This wasn't some unthinking cretin that gave way to his basic instincts. He certainly wasn't the shy retiring type I thought either. No, Brad displayed an air of confidence and it rubbed off on everyone he came into contact. I was starting to have second thoughts about asking him in for a nightcap, when I suddenly thought about my cycle and realized I was at the time of the month I wanted, even needed a man. It made me smile to think that I was now back under control, and maybe I had now found a mate that could give me those good feelings.

Before I had a chance to ask him in, three shadows came out of nowhere and two grabbed Brad while the third started to hit him. I recognized Joe as the assailant, with Paul and Ralph holding Brad, I started to scream. "Leave him alone you assholes!"

Joe sneered at me and he took another shot at Brad. "Your knight in shining armor isn't so tough now, is he?"

Brad coughed and spluttered weakly. "Get inside Karen and lock the doors!" This was while he tried to struggle with the men holding him. Joe took another shot at Brad's face and I saw blood spray out of his mouth. I quickly open the door and rushed inside. Shutting and locking the door, I grabbed the phone on my way past the hall table and dialed 911. While I was waiting for the operator, I went into the den.




Tom's Wife, Joe's Slut Ch. 03



I was scared as hell Joe was going to kill Brad and I got Tom's .45 auto out of his gun cabinet. I finally had something to thank Tom for because with his insistence I knew how to fire a gun. I checked the magazine and chambered a cartridge as I ran back to the front door. I could still hear the fight going on outside. Brad was putting up a valiant effort, but I was sure he was losing ground.

The operator answered. "This is 911, what is the nature of the emergency?"

I was panicking and it was hard to concentrate. "There are three men outside my house attacking a friend of mine! Please help!" I screamed into the mouthpiece.

"Okay ma'am, calm down a give me your address."

"They're killing him, please...uhhh...uhhh 14...14 Daffodil Terrace...South Brampton! We...we need the police and ambulances...please hurry, I have to go out and help him!"

"Stay inside the house and on the line Ma'am. The emergency personal are on their way. "

"I have to go out, they're killing him!" With the gun in one hand and the cordless phone in my other, I opened the door and fired a shot in the air. "Get off of him you fucking assholes!" I was shaking like a leaf, my knees felt like they were going to give way any minute. Joe stopped the assault long enough for the other two to drop Brad to the ground and turn on me.

"Stay back Joe or I'll shoot you! Don't come any closer!" I screamed as I held the gun out in front of me. It was heavy and I was so scared that my hand was visibly shaking. I felt tears rolling down my face as I saw Brad lying on the ground with his face bleeding profusely.

I could hear a faint tinny voice coming from the phone, but couldn't understand what the operator was saying. Joe growled. "You won't shoot me you pathetic whore. I'm your brother, and I fucking own your cunt. Now put that toy away and we'll get reacquainted." He approached and I felt a surge of fear. Suddenly his hand came out in a roundhouse sweep and knocked the gun down. At that moment, the force of the hit to my hand made my trigger finger flinch and the gun discharged.

Joe stopped his advance and his eyes bulged, then he screamed and clamped both hands on his crotch and sagged to the ground. I was as stunned as Paul and Ralph were. I kept waving the gun between all three of them in almost blind terror, my mind racing to keep up. I heard the operator on the phone asking me what had happened. I held the gun on the others, while looking at Joe withering around on the ground in agony. "I just shot Joe. He wouldn't stop coming and then he...he...." I started crying as the reality of what I had done sunk in.

The operator asked where he was shot and I hesitated. "I...I think...I think I got him in the balls, he's rolling on the ground and holding his crotch. There's blood coming out between his fingers."

Just then sirens could be heard turning the corner and in seconds there were two police cars screeching to a halt outside the drive. Four cops clambered out, pulling their guns, and dropped to their knees beside their cars. I heard one shout, "Put the gun down Ma'am and raise your hands!"

I was still pointing it at Ralph and Paul who had scared looks on their faces. My hand was shaking so bad I doubt that I could have hit either of them if my life depended on it. They in turn had their hands up. "Do what the police say Karen. Please put the gun down," Paul nervously squeaked.

After telling them to back off, I put the gun down and backed off myself. I suddenly felt weak and collapsed in a heap against my front door. The police rushed to the gun and in moments had the situation under control. I crawled over to Brad who was moaning on the ground as he came around. "You'll be okay Brad, the EMT's are on their way, just hang in there."

I didn't take too much notice as the EMT's took Joe away. The police were asking me all sorts of questions which I found difficult to answer, because my attention was on how Brad was doing. Paul and Ralph were taken into custody in handcuffs. I rode in the ambulance to hospital and waited for the doctors to let me know if Brad was going to be all right. It was a nervous wait. I knew he had serious injuries because on one occasion he was coughing up blood.

I spent a nervous night waiting for any news of Brad's condition. I felt sick that he'd been hurt trying to defend someone who he had only just met. We hadn't even kissed properly. What makes a man do that for no real reward? I kept asking how Brad was and no one would answer me. Turns out because I wasn't family they wouldn't give me any information.

I never gave up and finally a doctor took me aside and related brad's condition. Apparently Brad had come around and they asked him who I was and said it was okay me to know his condition.

Much later on I found out Joe actually got out of hospital before Brad. I was told that he had lost one testicle and had to have his penis sewn back on. It had just about been severed and was only hanging by a tread of penile tissue. The doctors weren't confident that he would ever get the full use of it again. I really didn't care, it was Brad I was worried about knowing how bad he was.

It was two days before the doctors told me that Brad would recover completely in due time. He had three cracked ribs and one broken, which punctured his lung. He also had a broken jaw and ruptured kidney and spleen, which produced a lot of internal bleeding. Along with other minor cuts and bruising, Joe had certainly worked him over good.

I spent every spare minute sitting with Brad while he recovered. Initially I thought it was gratitude for what he had done. The more I thought about it, the more I concluded that although he really didn't know me from Eve, he had put himself in harm's way, and this was what I had expected from my lily-livered husband. Brad displayed the attributes which were sadly lacking in Tom and I have to admit that I was emotionally drawn to him because of it.

I saw Shelly a couple of times in the hospital while we were both visiting. I didn't go over to her and I half expected her to come for me with claws and teeth bared, however she kept her distance. I didn't make any overt moves to antagonize her, the last thing I needed was another confrontation with her. 

Joe's lawyer tried to have the district attorney charged me for attempted murder, then aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. My own freedom was looking rather sketchy until the 911 calls were admitted into evidence, that's when they gave up and Joe's case fell apart.

It seems as if I wasn't the only one calling for help. My next door neighbor was on the phone as well describing what was happening. In the end, a sentence of ten years plus restitution to Brad was handed down by the judge for Joe's vicious attack on an innocent unsuspecting man. It didn't make his day when he found out that he was also made to pay for Brad's hospital expenses as well.

As for Paul and Ralph, they were both sentenced to two years each for their part in the assault. What Joe and his buddies don't yet know is that as soon as he gets out of hospital, Brad has a civil law suit for damages against them. It looks as though they'll be working for quite awhile to pay for their arrogant macho bullshit.

While Brad was recovering in hospital, I had to deal with Joe and his family. Tom still hadn't come out from whatever rock he was hiding under. My's were divided as to who was responsible.

The one I was surprised at was Shelly, Joe's wife, when she showed up at my front door almost two months after Joe was incarcerated for aggravated assault. I thought she would be at least upset that I had effectively destroyed her symbol of worship. This wasn't the case; I found out to my great relief.

I thought I'd have to call the police when Shelly showed up, but she quickly apologized for what her husband had done to me and Brad. She also apologized for not helping me earlier when it was obvious that I didn't want Joe's attention.

"You certainly put paid to his philandering though. He hasn't been able to get an erection since you shot his cock off! He's only got one nut now, and I don't know if it's a burden or a blessing, although they managed to sew his dick back on. It doesn't really work at all except for pissing, and even then he's got no aim." Shelly didn't seem to be upset, although she wasn't smiling when she said it either.

"I'm sorry for destroying your sex life, but can't say the same for Joe."

That's when Shelly did smiled. "Ohhh my sex life hasn't changed much, apart from maybe more attention from other men, some of whom have just as big a cock as Joe and far nicer. I no longer have to accept what Joe wants and he has no hold over me anymore. Joe is now a cuckold in every sense of the word, and every time I go to visit him, I tell him in explicit detail who's been keeping this pussy satisfied. He has certainly lost his arrogant attitude." Shelly smirked. "He's very meek and mild, and I'm surprised by that. I thought he'd be little angrier, but I think his spirit has been blown away with his cock."

Shelly sat down in one of the lounge chairs. "I don't know what will happen when he gets out. He's worried I'll divorce him and throw him out, but I think I'll keep him around when he gets out of prison. If everything people say about prison is correct, then Joe might just find out what it's like to be on the receiving end for a change. Either way I don't really care."

I sat back and shook my head. Joe must have really done a number on Shelly for her to be this spiteful and nasty. Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to feel sorry for the son of a bitch.

~...~

Brad and I were in bed enjoying some energetic humping. I was on top of Brad, cowgirl style and loving every minute of it, when the bedroom door burst open and Tom barged in with camera flashing. Instead of jumping up off Brad, I stopped rising up and down and just sat there with Brad's wonderful cock twitching inside me. I looked at Brad and he had a smirk on his face, I grinned which didn't make Tom a whole lot happier.

"Do you mind? How about knocking in future and not just barging into the bedroom unannounced, can't you see we're having sex here, Thomas?" I huffed with an exaggerated sigh.

Tom just stood there like a stunned mullet when Brad piped up. "If you don't mind, close the door on your way out pal, it would be much appreciated. Just so I can finish blowing my load into this horny bitch. If you want to suck it out of her afterwards, then be my quest, but have the manners to at least wait your turn."

Tom's face turned red with anger and I thought that maybe we'd over stepped. "Get the fuck out of my bed and out of my wife!" Tom screamed, but other than that he just stood there and fumed. He wasn't sure what was going on and our reaction wasn't what he thought they should be.

Brad sighed. "Would you like to get up sweetheart? You can keep playing with yourself and keep it warm till I get back from sorting out this idiot as you did his brother."

Tom's eyes widened at that and ran out of the bedroom.

Brad and I looked at each other and broke out laughing. We finished with Brad filling me up nicely. As we got dressed and went downstairs, we saw Tom sitting at the kitchen table and Brad commented. "You want me to hang around to see he doesn't do anything stupid?"

I smiled and then giggled. "No 'Sir Galahad' I'll be fine, you've done enough jousting for me. Tom's an A grade wimp even I can handle. If he causes too much grief, I'll threaten to neuter him like I did his brother."

Tom was sucking feverishly on a beer when I finished seeing Brad out. "You have certainly turned into a whore, haven't you?" He snarled as he slammed the can down on the table.

I stood there and folded my arms. "So you would know what whores are like then? I'm so full of Brad's cum, I can feel it running down my legs, you wanna dine at the Y?" 

Tom gave me a look that'd kill at a thousand yards. "The only reason for us being where we are today is the fact that you were such a spineless wimp that you couldn't stop your brother from taking what was up until then, yours. You deserted me and took off letting that asshole of a brother do whatever took his fancy. Don't fucking tell me I was at fault here sunshine. I admit to making a judgment call at the wrong time, but if you had balls enough, then you would have come in to the den that night and rescued me from your shit head brother!"

Tom was shaking with rage, but he couldn't deny anything I was saying. "Well you can kiss our marriage goodbye. There's no way I'll ever be taking a cheating whore like you back." Tom patted the camera sitting on the table in front of him, "I have all the evidence I need to throw your whore ass out.

The phone rang and it was Brad checking up on me. Seems as though he couldn't help himself and was just down the road waiting to make sure I was okay. God, I think I'm falling in love with the guy! "Ahhh Brad, can you organize that gangbang you were talking about for tomorrow night?" I said as I looked into Tom's astounded face. "Ahhh...yeah, ohhh, I don't know, maybe eight or ten sounds like a nice round number. I'm feeling as horny as hell, and I have a hankering to be fucked airtight." I listened to Brad as he started to laugh and he said, "Sure, no problem." Then he hung up.

I thought I could see steam rising out of Tom's ears as he got up to leave and on his way out he sneered, "If you're going to be pulling trains then you can do it somewhere else, not in my house. Pack your bags and have your slut ass out of here by the time I get back!"

I watched the idiot go and wondered if he actually realized why the door was open when he got here? He certainly understood later when he came back drunk as a skunk and tried his keys. I called the police and they laughed and said they'd send a patrol car around immediately.

Tom was still cursing as the police officers informed him that he was trespassing and that he'd have to leave immediately. He argued with them until I came to the door and presented Tom with the divorce papers all signed, sealed and now delivered. "While you were hiding under that fucking rock for the last year or so, I divorced your sorry ass and since I claimed abandonment as the reason, the judge saw fit to award me the house. We aren't married and haven't been for three months now, you spineless prick."

I thought Tom's head would start spinning, he was so angry. "You can't do this, I'll fight it. This is my house. I paid for it while you whored around."

I just smiled. "I have never whored around in my life. Your brother might have unleashed the slut in me, but that's beside the point. You're way too late you wimp, everything is finalized and you weren't here to object. You may have paid ninety percent of the payments to date. Since I was your wife at the time, then half those payments were mine, but since the economic downturn it's only worth half what we paid for it anyway."

"The judge agreed with me that since I was entitled to more than half. If it wasn't for me going out and finding myself a job to keep the payments you neglected to keep up, I would have lost it to the banks, and neither of us would have had anything. So how about you just piss off and attempt to grow a backbone and then see if you can find another life." With that, I slammed the door in his face and the police escorted him from my property.

I couldn't believe the temerity of the guy. Tom had been a no show for over a year. During that time I'd already seen a lawyer to start divorce proceedings; on the grounds the marriage was irretrievably broken due to abandonment. Brad had been out of hospital by then for a good nine months and we were seeing each other on a semi-regular friend with benefits basis. The divorce had become final and we were celebrating with a good solid fuck session.

Brad wasn't all that worried about settling down and I have to admit that I was shy about starting something more serious. Shelly had given me the heads up that Tom was back in town and he knew about my affair with Brad. The reason we were going hard at it when Tom showed was because Shell had let us know that he was planning on getting evidence for a divorce.

Tom tried unsuccessfully to have the division of assets overturned and failed miserable when his money ran out and he had to go back to work. I don't see him much anymore and when I do, he scurries off in the opposite direction.

~...~

A few years went by as Brad and I got closer. Everywhere we went and with everything we did, there seemed to be new experiences to enjoy. I thought back to when I first met him. I absolutely knew then Brad wasn't shy, but just so supremely confident with who he was and what he wanted out of life he never had to impose himself on anyone. Brad was the most stable man I have ever met.

Joe got out on parole after three years of incarceration under the conditional supervision of Shelly and his Parole Officer. Personally, I would have elected to stay in jail just so I didn't have to confront the men, both white and black, that Shelly has parading through her bedroom on a weekly basis. Shelly tells me that he stays out of sight in his room. I don't know how long he'll put up with it. I just smile and shake my head, ohhh how the mighty have fallen!

If there's one thing you can say about Brad, there is never a dull moment. He's full of surprises like the one he pulled one night. He got down on one knee and asked me, "Karen, will you marry me?" It was simple and straight forward with no fanfare. I sat there stunned, then with tears brimming in my eyes, looking at the diamond ring he was holding out in front of him.

There was only one answer I wanted to give him for his question, but I knew I just couldn't. The conflicting emotions made me burst out crying and I fell onto the couch sobbing, I couldn't even tell him no.

Brad must have really been confused, because he knelt there for some minutes before comforting me. "It's okay Karen, if you're not interested in me that way then I understand, I just felt that we were really meant for one another." By the tremble in his voice, I knew that my lack of enthusiasm had had an effect on him. He may have thought he understood, but he was hurt just the same and that wasn't fair on him.

While I loved Tom for his gentle and non-dominating demeanor, in hindsight it all seemed to be a byproduct of his cowardly attitude with Joe. Joe had brow beaten Tom into submission and I had misinterpreted that as good nature and not submission.

And while Brad has all the good qualities Thomas displayed, he also has a strength that makes me feel secure and protected. Brad is an atypical alpha male. He doesn't need to browbeat or actively dominate like Joe. He has never told me to do anything. It's always what I feel or think when he's planning something new. It's Brad's sheer presence which makes you want to do anything to please him.

I raised my teary face and broke out with a fresh torrent of tears that soaked Brad's shoulder as I hugged him to me for life. It took me some agonizing minute to get myself back under control. "There's nothing I would love more than to marry you Brad. I think I'd be the luckiest woman alive if I accepted your offer."

Brad held me out from him so he could look me in the eye. "So, what's the problem? I think I'd be the luckiest man alive if you accepted my marriage proposal."

I looked back at him and I saw the concern that lay there in his soft gentle eyes. "I can't Brad, even though I dearly want to. I'm a slut and whore! You don't deserve that in a wife. I know even now that I couldn't be a faithful wife for you if you locked me in a chastity belt or paid me a million dollars a day. One thing Joe slapped me in the face with was the fact I do like fucking, and by many different partners."




Tom's Wife, Joe's Slut Ch. 03



Brad smiled and held me secure in his arms. "Ohhh god sweetheart, is that all that's worrying you?"

I shoved him away, wiping at my tear-streaked face and grumbled. "Is that all? Isn't that damn well enough? What sort of a bitch would I have to be to burden her husband with a cheating slut like me? I hated every minute that Joe and his friends were using me while I was married to Tom."

Brad got up and went into the kitchen to get me a glass of water, but I think it was to have a little time to think and get his argument straight, because when he got back he had that irritating smile back. "Since we have known each other there has been no mention of exclusivity, you have your male fuck-buddies over to scratch you itch when the moment hits. The same with me, I have my women over to my place when I need something different or extra."

Brad and I had discussed our arrangement. One thing he did impress on me was health issues. We both made sure the partners we were both involved with were just as health conscious as we were. If you didn't get regular checkups then it wasn't happening. It was in everyone's best interest not to flout this rule.

I took a sip of water and waited until Brad continued. "I'm not a jealous or insecure man Karen. Although I love you dearly and want to spend the rest of my life with you, I don't feel threatened by any other man you have on the side. To me you are my soul mate. All the other females I bed can't hold a candle to you in my heart and they damn well know it."

I sniffed back a sob. "Are you saying it'd be okay with you if I continued to have sex with other men or groups even after we're married?"

"That is exactly what I'm saying!"

"But what about fidelity? My mother told me that a marriage depends on three things... Trust, Respect, and Fidelity. Those three things strengthen the love and just like a three legged stool, it can't be stable if one leg is missing!"

Brad smiled and shook his head. "You're mother is right when she says that marriage depend on three things, but fidelity isn't necessarily one of them. There are many very stable marriages where one or both partners play the field. I grant your mother trust and respect are essential, but she has put fidelity in place of, or maybe confused it with something more important. Fidelity is a poor cousin to Honesty! Trust, respect and HONESTY are the three main legs of this marriage stool we call LOVE."

"Let me put it this way...infidelity really has nothing to do with sexually playing the field. Having fidelity in a marriage is loyalty to one's spouse. You can be faithful to a promise as in the case of your marriage vows, but what if those marriage vows allow for extra sexual relations with others? Then there is no breaking of vows, and no loss of trust or disrespect, and as long as you are both HONEST with each other, then where's the harm?"

Brad sat there watching me before he finished. "In a straight marriage infidelity or should I say disloyalty destroys trust, and that action implies disrespect, and your affected spouse loses the love. With an open marriage, as long as you have honesty, then you have trust, which leads to respect, which strengthens the love." Brad sat back and waited for me to respond.

I sat there for some time trying to digest what Brad had said. On the surface, it looked reasonable, and for selfish reasons I wanted to agree whole heartedly with him, however I needed time to think and said as much to him. "I know you want an answer, but I'm confused and I need time, this has come out of left field and I don't want to make the wrong decision."

To Brad's credit, he beamed a big smile. "I know this has been a shock to you and I have been thinking about it for some time. I have had time to make up my mind and it would be selfish of me to expect you to jump at my marriage proposal."

"For what it's worth, this conversation only re-enforces my respect and admiration for you. You have shown me that you RESPECT me by being HONEST with me and telling me that you're not sure how to respond to my offer. I can't help but TRUST you now. Take all the time you need, ask for guidance from people you trust and then come back to me."

Brad left and I sat still unsure as to how I felt. One thing I did need was someone else to talk with, and that opportunity came the following day when Shelly dropped in to see me. "Hello ex-sister, how are you today," Shelly chirped to me as I open my door to her.

I smiled and wondered why she was here. "Hi Shell, come in. Would you like a coffee?"

"Yeah, would love one thanks. How's it going with Tom, had any more trouble with him?"

I rolled my eyes at the mention of Tom. "No, I saw him three days ago downtown, but he beat a hasty retreat."

"Then why the long face?" My inner turmoil must be showing.

"I have some decisions to make and I don't know what to do."

Shelly dropped herself down on a kitchen chair, put elbows on the table and laid her chin on the palms of her hands. "Okay girl spill the beans, what's worrying you."

Although Shelly and I have got along better than we ever had, I wasn't sure if I wanted to broach this subject to her. "It's personal, and I don't want to offend you, but I don't think we are close enough to talk about it."

Shelly sat bolt upright and scowled. "What do you mean not close enough? Just how fucking close do you want us to be? If I remember right, you were laying on the bed right beside me, with your legs spread just like mine, and having your brains fucked out just like me. We were both screaming in ecstasy and being filled to the brim with cum. If that's not close then I don't know what is? The only way we could have been closer was to do a sixty nine with each other, while the guys loaded us with more cum."

I blushed as I thought back to that night. "I understand what you're saying Shell, but that's not the reason. You and I have not been very close until now, and I don't know what, or how you think. I need advice from someone that understands my situation and I don't know anyone who can help me."

Shelly sighed absentmindedly as though she was still thinking about what she had said herself. "I have to admit I was kind of hoping Joe would have made us eat each other out, but as per usual it was all about Joe and what he wanted, and never about what anyone else wanted, the fucking selfish bastard!"

That admission floored me and I felt a twinge between my legs and a rising damp feeling. I wondered just how I felt about that.

Shell got up and finished making the forgotten coffee. "Okay, I can understand you want to talk to someone that knows your circumstances, and you're comfortable with. To start with, I'm probably the only one who knows exactly what you have been through." 

Shell put the pot down and poured some milk in the cups. "Secondly, I have always admired you for how strong you are. God damn it girl, you managed to fight off Joe's advances for eight damn years, and it was just a fluke you got caught up in it when you did."

Shelly sat back down opposite and took my hands in hers. "The reason I didn't have anything more to do with you, was because of how you hated to be around Joe, and if I had made close friends with you, then Joe would have used it and you would have been confronted by the asshole on more occasions. I tried to keep Joe away from you until that brain fart you had, then I had no choice but to do what Joe wanted."

"I was stunned to almost silence, I could barely utter. "You admire me?"

"Damn right girl, you have the patience and might of Job. When you folded, I didn't see it as weakness as much as fate grabbing you by the throat. You held out when I gave in! It was only a brain fart on your behalf that allowed the bastard to get to you. You even managed to get yourself back out of his control. That says a lot! Everyone's allowed one mistake, shit we're only human after all."

I started to giggle at what Shelly was saying and I suddenly felt relief Shelly didn't hold any grudges. "Okay, your right, it was an enormous brain fart. I suppose when I do something, it's never halfheartedly." I laughed aloud along with Shelly as she sat back to sip her coffee.

Shelly took another sip of coffee and asked, "So what's your little problem?"

I sat there for a minute trying to gather my thoughts, and then I decide the direct approach would be best. "Brad has asked me to marry him!"

Shelly spilled her coffee and almost broke my eardrums with her squeal of delight. "Ohhh my god, you lucky bitch!" Then Shell saw the look on my face and her mood settled. "Don't tell me you didn't accept his offer girl, because if you didn't, I'll just have to slap you until you come to your senses?" Shelly then sighed, "although that does stymie the reason why I came over here to talk to you!"

My quizzical expression got her talking again. "I'm having a little trouble with Joe, he's being a bit of an asshole and I was wondering if you'd loan Brad to me, so I can put him back in his place. I've already asked Brad, but he declined. Not because he didn't want to hang the horns on Joe, but more because he didn't think you'd like him having anything to do with me."

I started to tear up again and I sobbed with emotion. "He did that for me?"

"You're damn right sweetie! That man is head over heels in love with you, not to mention that he adores the ground you walk on. Shit if I had someone like that, I'd move heaven and earth and do anything he wanted just to keep hold of him. You're crazy if you don't take him up on his offer."

I nodded my acceptance of her summation but added, "I've always been under the impression when something is too good to be true, it generally is too good to be true. I know Brad loves me, I didn't realize just how much until now and I'd hate to do anything to destroy that love."

Shelly and I sat in my kitchen and talked for hours. I told her what Brad had said to me and Shelly giggled. "God, I am so jealous! You have a wonderful man and he's not worried about you having sex outside your marriage. Shit Karen, tell me where exactly do you see a downside to this problem of yours? To me it sounds perfect!"

I fiddled with my coffee cup, and then looked up to Shelly. "I love him to death you know!" 

Shell nodded with a knowing smile as I continued, "I would love to have a normal relationship with him. But I also know since all this shit with Joe and the others, I can't be sexually faithful to just one man ever again. And given that, I can't stop Brad from playing the field either. I just don't know if I can treat Brad's dalliances with the same ease and candor, or if my jealousy will destroy something that has become so precious to me."

Shelly sat back in thought for some time. "You know he plays the field now, so what's the difference?"

I groaned. "There's a big difference. At the moment I don't have him as my own, if we marry, then I don't know if my insecurities and jealousy will destroy our love for one another."

Shelly leaned on her arms as she folded them on the table in front of her. The tapping of fingernails was getting on my nerves and I was about to tell her to quit it when she sat up, as her eyes lit up. "I have an idea! How about we kill two birds with one stone?"

When Shell finished telling me her idea, I thought that I'd wet myself at the prospect. "So sweetie, what do you think?" She quipped.

I giggled. "Remind me not to piss you off Shelly! Jesus, you really hate him, don't you?"

"Damn right I do! He made me a cuckquean for ten fucking years. The only time I got to have sex with another, was only if Joe got more of a benefit out of it. He basically whore me out to his advantage. So now it's my turn at the wheel."

"I know I could have left him at anytime, but he had me so confused and tied up in knots. He can't do anything now unless he wants to go back to jail to finish out his sentence. All it'll take is one word from me to his Parole Officer and he's back inside being the little bitch he's turned out to be."

"So what happens when he finishes his parole? Won't he turn on you then?"

"Maybe he might get his shit together enough, but if that happens then he's out on his ass. How many women do you think would put up with his limp dick? He's still got one ball screwing his sex drive. I think it would have been better for him if he'd lost both and had no sex drive at all. Before I would agree to supervise his release, I had him sign everything over to me and then sign a codicil to our marriage if we divorce then he gets nothing but the clothes on his back."

~...~

When I talked to Brad about it, he smirked when I asked, "What do think? I know you wouldn't mind putting it to Joe once more through Shelly?"

Brad laughed and then settled down. "It all depends on how you handle it. I have seen you take on five guys and turned them into jelly on your bedroom floor. You've then turned to me as though you were as fresh as a daisy and made my knees tremble. I also know that you have broken every one of your dates if there was any chance of me wanting to take you somewhere."

I didn't realize that Brad knew me that well. "Even though you know I have sex with other women, you've never been there at the time. I know you like having sex with multiple partners, and it does fit with my lifestyle as well, so I don't try to monopolize your time. How do you think you'll handle it watching me with Shelly?"

I shrugged. "I don't know until we try it. As long as we're all on the same page here, I 'm hoping it won't be that hard."

That's settled it. Shelly met us at the front door with nothing more than stay up stockings, CFM heels and a smile a mile wide. Come in you sexy pair, I've been wet all day just thinking about this moment." Her rock hard nipples and the sheen of her pussy juices coating her inner thighs told us she wasn't lying.

Joe was less eager to see us and I didn't make his night any better. "Hello cuckie, ready to do your duty for your loving wife?"

Brad and Shell just stood back with their arms around each other. My question broke the camel's back. Joe went off to his room and locked the door. Shelly bashed on the door until Joe opened it and fumed, "You want to send me back to prison, then go ahead, but I'm not doing this anymore!"

Brad and I looked at Joe, then to Shelly. Brad spoke up, "You brought this on yourself Joe! If you hadn't been such an god damn fucking asshole and made people do things they didn't want to, then you wouldn't be here like you are!"

Joe looked at all three of us. He didn't have tears in his eyes; however you could still see the pain. It was hard to know what he was thinking until he finally spoke. "I know I brought this on myself! I had a lot of time in prison to think about what had happened. At first I was angry at Karen for shooting me. I spoke to a guy in there who'd been sentenced for life for shooting and killing his wife's lover. He said, he didn't intend to shoot him, but to scare him. As it happened, it didn't turn out the way he planned."

Joe wasn't looking at any of us as he went on, "I then realized that Karen didn't mean to shoot me either, but I had forced her into a situation she had no way of getting out under the circumstances. It was a bitter pill to swallow and I know you all hate me and in a way I don't blame you, however there's no way I can do this anymore. Send me back to prison or leave me the hell alone, I don't care anymore!"

Joe's shoulders slumped. He knew it was his fault his sex life was toast. Shelly gave in. "Okay Joe! I can be charitable here. I don't actually hate you! I hate who you were and what you made us do. I won't make you to watch or bring anyone home from now on. I don't intend to give up my sex life just because you can't do it anymore, you wouldn't do it for me so you can't ask me to do it for you. Brad, Karen and I'll go over to their place for any fun and games. You can sit here and read a book, watch tv or whatever you do to pass the time.

Joe nodded but said nothing as he turned back and closed the door to his bedroom.

Shelly didn't even bother to put anything on. She walked out the front door and straight over to Brad's car and hopped in. I looked at Joe's door, shook my head and walked out the door, followed by Brad.

Sitting in the car going back to my place I had to ask, "I really fucked him over, didn't I?"

Shelly shrugged. "What did you expect? Getting it shot off tends to do some damage. He can't get it up in any case. Therefore, it really doesn't matter. He's lucky that they were able to save enough of the nerves so he can still feel the end of it. But then again, it all depends on how you look at it. If he'd lost both his balls, then maybe he wouldn't feel so sexually frustrated. He can masturbate, but it not very different to how we women do it. All he can do is rub the top on his cock, and he even ejaculates. He just can't get it up enough to penetrate."

As Shelly got out of the car she finished, "Enough of Joe, I want to try your man out if you're still happy with the idea since the reason I asked is now sitting at home instead of here."

We were still standing in my driveway with Shelly in nothing but heels and stockings. I smiled at the absurdity of the scene. "That was your reason Shell, not mine. I still need to see if I can be happy with my man here doing the nasty with other women. So don't hold back, play it for all it's worth, be the slut for him I know you are!"

Shelly's eyes lit up, but she questioned anyway, "You sure sweetie? I don't want this to come between us now we've become close friends."

I laughed. "Will you get your skanky ass inside before my neighbors start talking!"

As soon as we got to the bedroom Shelly dropped to her knees as I sat on my vanity chair and watched. Shelly looked up to Brad and pleaded with doe eyes, "May I suck your cock sweetie. I've been dreaming about it for weeks now."

Brad looked across to me and saw that I had my tits out and playing with my nipples. I winked at him and he turned to Shelly. "You'll have your work cut out for you slut. Karen is the best cocksucker I have ever had. Can you do better than her?"

Shelly gulped and nodded. "I can only try!"

Shell slid his steel hard cock all the way down her throat in one go and licked his balls at the same time. I was impressed by her technique, but not as impressed as Brad seemed to be as he started to move his hips in rhythm to Shelly's sucking. It was the sloppiest blowjob I have ever seen. Shelly's tits were covered with saliva in a matter of minutes as she slurped and throat fucked herself on Brad's cock. 

I was strumming my clit to the beat and getting close to my first orgasm. I was having fun even as Shell threw herself on the bed with her legs spread wide open. "Fuck me Brad! Fuck me until I scream," she begged.

Brad looked across at me again. It was then I knew I could live with knowing first hand I wasn't the only one my sweetheart was fucking. His face showed me that I was the only one he loved and he was waiting for me to give my approval. Ohhh God, how I loved this man!

I nodded with a silly grin on my face, and Brad's face lit up as he turned to Shelly. "Get ready sweetie, I'm not going to stop till one of us passes out!"

I couldn't help myself. I had to squeezed my tits and pulled my nipples as I fingered my pussy and clit, all the while Brad forced his cock into Shelly. She grunted as he bottomed out in her cunt.

The more Brad drove into Shelly, the faster my hand moved, and the more ragged my breathing got. I felt the first tingling of an orgasm approaching. Shell moaned in pleasure. Ohhh my god, fuck me, harder, don't stop!" I could see her nails digging deeper into Brad's ass as she tried to get him to bottom out in her hungry pussy.