63 comments/ 146877 views/ 25 favorites Way Too Much Information Ch. 01 By: Slirpuff A man's ego is one thing you don't screw around with, especially when the subject is what happens in the bedroom. I'm not saying a guy needs to be stroked every time, but if there's a problem in that area, it needs to be kept in the bedroom. I have a wife that has a big mouth and sometimes she just needs to keep it closed or wrap around my dick where it will do some good. Six months ago, my wife Carol and I were at a friend's house for an adult, party night. The wine and beer were flowing freely. The guys adjourned to half-ass watch a football game in the family room, while the wife's were in the kitchen and dining room chatting away. It was my turn to get the beers, so I made my way towards the cooler in kitchen. I could hear the women chatting and laughing away as I walked towards them. I stopped for a quick minute when I heard Jan, one of my buddy's wife tell my wife Carol, "Steve's looking pretty hot since he started training for that marathon. It looks like you could break a 2x4 across his ass, and he'd never feel it," Jan said with a laugh. My chest started to pump up with pride. It felt pretty good that someone other than my wife noticed that I'd dropped twenty pounds, and was probably in the best shape of my life. However, my euphoria was short lived, when my wife Carol replied, "I only wish there was more of him, in the front, if you know what I mean." Tina, another wife, replied, "You mean your not getting enough?" "I get all the quantity, but sometimes not the quality," Carol told them. Mary butted in, "Girl after just two years, you should still be having newly wed sex, and plenty of it," she said laughing out loud. "It's just that Steve's not as big as what I was use to," she told the group. Every once in a while, when we're having sex, I think back to my ex, and a few others, that were pretty well endowed. You know the size that makes your toes curl. They use to get me unbelievably hot, and really fill me up, if you know what I mean" she said with a wicked laugh. "However, Steve's got the most talented tongue in the world, he could give a dead women a climax," she said with a snicker. "Well, any time you want to get rid of him, let me know because I'd snap him up in a heart beat," Beth replied. "I don't know another guy, who would have taken you and your kids in, and treat you half as nice as Steve does," she continued. "I know your right, but I just wish he was a little bigger," she said with a laugh. They then all laughed, as Carol showed with her hands, how big she'd like me to be. The laughing stopped when Beth saw me in the doorway. If I said I was hot, that would have been a gross understatement. As the girls stood there quietly and looked towards the door, Carol turned around. "Steve," was all she got out as I laid into her. "You really are a stupid bitch aren't you?" I started. "You never know when to keep your damn mouth shut do you?" I turned around, walking back into the dining room. "It's not like I called you a pencil dick did I?" Carol said trying to make amends. It didn't work. "I guess everyone can't be hung like a horse can they?" I replied as now everyone was gathering around. "Speak for yourself," Dan piped in. "I know I'm hung like a Greek god and Mary will back me up," he continued. Bob told the group that it wasn't the length, but the girth, and that he more than satisfied Beth. What Paul next said broke the camel's back. "Well if Steve can't handle the job, Carol, just me a call, I'll take good care of you," he said with a laugh. "Shut up Paul," Jan told her husband, but the damage was all ready done. As the wives stood there quietly, the guys continued to make snide comments until I had heard enough. The sound of my empty beer bottle crashing against the wall made everybody shut up. "You can all go to hell," I said as I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. The last thing I heard was Carol telling me was to wait, as I slammed the door. Halfway down the street I eased up on the gas, no use getting a speeding ticket in a residential area I told myself. I was madder than I'd ever been. This wasn't the first time Carol had said something inappropriate, when they were out with their friends, but this was by far the worst. As I walked into my house, I was still bouncing off the walls. I punched the refrigerator and bedroom door before the pain forced me to stop. If I didn't meet her criteria, why the hell did she marry me; it wasn't like I'd forced her. I guess Carol just looked at me as a comfortable, meal ticket; but no more he said to himself. I took a large suitcase down from the closet, packing all the essentials including work clothes. I figured I'd be back later for the rest of my stuff in a day or two. I just wanted to get as far away from her as possible right now; before I did something stupid and hurt her or myself, anymore than I had all ready as I looked down at my bloody hand. There was a motel close to my work so I checked in and went down to the bar. "Give me a shot of bourbon and a Miller chaser," I told the bartender. I spent the rest of the afternoon there, ignoring the numerous calls from Carol on my cell phone. Finally I just turned it off, and went back to my room to sleep; or at least try to. After Steve left everyone was still in shock. "We were just joking with him," Dan said in almost amazement at how it had escalated to that level. "Don't worry, he'll be back when he cools down," Dave said, as his wife Tina told them all to shut the hell up. The girls pulled Carol into the kitchen as she started crying uncontrollable. "Why didn't anyone tell me Steve was behind me?" she sobbed. "Honey we didn't see him standing there until it was too late," Beth told her. "Don't worry, Dave's probably right, he'll be back once he's cooled down," Tina told her. "I just wonder how much he heard," Carol asked them. "You know all these guys have this macho image, but a delicate ego to go with it," she told Carol. "In a couple of days, he'll get over it and be begging you to forgive him," Mary said with a laugh. "Dan's always saying something stupid I have to forgive him for, but we're still together isn't we?" Carol listened, but wasn't as sure as the rest of them. She'd never seen Steve so mad. If he'd heard everything, she knew it wouldn't go away in a day or two. Why did she even open her big, fat, mouth and say those things, even if they were true, well partly true anyway. I met Carol in the parking lot at Publix. She had two small kids and was in the process of putting one kid in the car seat, when her cart with her little girl started rolling away. She screamed and was in hot pursuit when I stepped in to stop the cart, before it went into the street. Carol was crying, and thanking me all at the same time as she grasped the cart. "Relax, every things ok, take a deep breath," I told her. I wheeled the cart back over to her car, picked up her little girl and put her into the car seat. Carol then picked up the 1st bag, and it split down the side before she could put it into her trunk. The tears began to flow again as he began to pick up the grocery's off the parking lot, and putting them into her car. I put the remaining bags in her trunk, and shut the lid. "There you go, all put away," I told her. "I'm sorry about the scene, but it's just one of those days that every thing seems to be going wrong," Carol told him. "No trouble, just think of me as your white knight and you were the damsel in distress." She looked at me smiling and returned my laugh. "Yeah right" she told me. "Let's try this again shall we? Hi, I'm Carol Thomas and you're? Steve Dayton at your service," I said with a deep bow. She smiled, thanked me again, telling me that she had to get home before everything melted. "Are you sure you're ok?" I asked. "Yes, I think I can take it from here, but thank you anyway." I held open her door, and closed it when she got seated. "Maybe I'll see you around." "I'd like that, but not like today," she said with a laugh and drove away. Now that's what you call a fox I said to myself, and no wedding ring. The next time I saw Carol was at the mall, with her two kids and Jan, a friend. We must have talked for twenty minutes. When the kids started to get a little antsy, she told me she'd better get her butt in gear. I told her goodbye and watched her and the kids walk away. "Picking up strange men in the mall?" Jan asked her. Carol told her the story of the parking lot fiasco and said his name was Steve. "You know he likes you, don't you?" Carol just looked at her, "What makes you think so?" "Girl, that man couldn't keep his eyes off you, are you that blind? Do you like him?" "Hell Jan, I don't even know the man, how can I answer that question?" "Well, if it was me, I'd given him my phone number and I'd sure as hell find out," Jan told her. I was still walking down the mall when I felt someone tap on me shoulder. Turning I saw Carol standing there. "Steve, I don't normally do this, but here's my phone number,' she said handing me a piece of paper. Call me, if you'd like, and maybe we can get together," she told me. I gave her a big shit-eating grin and told her that I would call her tomorrow. Carol smiled walked back to her kids while I watched. "Now that wasn't so hard was it," Jan told her with a smile. "At least maybe you can get out of the house, for a change with some male company," she said with a snicker as they continued down the mall. I did call and that Saturday we went out to dinner and it was heavenly. I was the perfect gentlemen and did nothing but listen to her life's story. Carol was a popular girl in high school, who married her childhood sweet heart, who turned out to be a real loser. She divorced him the third time she caught him cheating on her. Divorced, with one child, and one on the way, is how she ended up. She moved back home until the baby was born, and old enough, so she could go back to work. She worked as a legal secretary in her father's law office, which gave her enough to pay for an apartment and food but little else. She had a faithful, group of friends, she hung with, but had no life outside of that. As I listened I studied her. Carol had to be at least 5'6", about 125 pounds. A nice body, dark hair, and was very easy on the eyes; what was there not to like. At 10:30 she told me that she had to leave because her mom was watching the kids. We drove to her mom's house. I walked her up to the door, kissed her tenderly and said what a wonderful time I'd had. With a promise to call her I walked back to the car and left. "Well?" her mom asked as she walked through the door. "Well what?" she replied. "I saw him kiss you, what's he like?" Carol spent the next half hour telling her mom what happened on her date. "What does he do, and where does he live?" her mom asked as she was peppered with questions. She had just started with the questions, and then remembered that she had been the only one talking, during and after dinner. He had just sat there listening to her the entire night. "Holy shit," she hadn't even given him the chance to get a word in edgewise. I called the next day and told her I had a wonderful time. Carol apologized for talking the night away, but I told her not to worry about it, my past wasn't that exciting anyway. "You want to go out to dinner and a movie Friday night?" I asked. "Sounds wonderful. Why don't you pick me up at about 7:00 and we'll go from there," she told me. Friday was glorious. We held hands in the movie, and Carol let me talk this time. It was my turn to tell my life's story. I told her about marrying just out of college, but ending up divorced two years later. I told her about being a process engineer in a manufacturing plant just outside of town and owned a small home about 10 miles from her apartment. "Dating anyone right now?" Carol asked me as she played with her desert. "No, not right now, I'm kind of hold out for someone special." "You mean someone with no attachments, and free as a bird, like a divorced women with two young kids?" Carol said as they both laughed. As I walked her up to her parent's house, I wanted to grab her, kiss her, and tell her how much I liked her; but I didn't want to appear to be too forward. I bent down to kiss her once, but she wanted more. We kissed and caressed each other for the next 20 minutes before coming up for air. "We are having a Bar-BQ here Sunday, if you have nothing going on about 5:00." "Sounds like a plan," I told her as I kissed her again, this time with tongue. "Well then, see you Sunday," she said as she kissed me one more time before I made my way back to my car. "Damn that girl is hot." I said to myself as I shifted my hard-on around in my pants so I could drive home. "I could get use to holding that one in my arms." Carol was smiling as she walked into her parent's house. "I almost yelled out, get a room," her mother told her as she stood in the entranceway. "He's coming over Sunday for the Bar-BQ," she told her mom. "What Bar-BQ?" she replied. "The one we're putting together right now," Carol said with a laugh. Carol's family and a few of her friends were there, as I pulled up. After the introductions were made everyone kind of mellowed out and I just fit in. "Well?" Jan asked. "He's nice, I mean really nice and he treats me like I'm someone special," she told Jan. "Screw that, is he a good kisser and how's he in bed," Tina wanted to know. "He's a great kisser, but no we haven't been to bed yet, but I see that in our immediate future," she said with a smile. I got along with everyone, including her dad. After the party, as Carol walked me out to my car. "Everyone likes you, especially Me.," she told me as she kissed me. "Call me later tonight if you can," she said as she grabbed my ass and walked back to the house. "Another hard on, and another night alone in bed, but I hoped not for long," I said to myself as I drove home. The following Sunday night we both laid our cards on the table. We both liked one another and wanted to take it to the next level. Wednesday, Mary and Dan watched Carol's kids as she drove to my house. The house wasn't quite as small as she imagined it. As she came to the door, I flung it opened, grabbed her, and kissed her hard, "the hell with dinner" is all I said. I carried her to my bedroom where I'd dimmed the lights. We stripped each other and fell onto the bed still holding and kissing one another. We kissed, caressed and tasted each other. Her nipples were small, but long from breast-feeding her kids. Her stomach was flat and you would never know she'd had two kids. I licked her nipples and twisted them between my fingers as I moved lower. Kissing down her stomach I reached a partially shaved pussy with just a landing strip on the top. It looked good enough to eat and that's just what I did. I starting with her clit, and worked my way all the down to her asshole. I tongued, licked, and probed her while she screamed for me not to stop. Carol was in heaven. She had never experienced feelings like this, and moved my head with her hands around at will. Her first climax was so intense, she felt herself stop breathing for a second, as she heard someone scream. "Oh Yes, oh my God Yes," was all she could get out as she climaxed and shook below my moving lips. Carol wasn't normally a screamer, but tonight was different, she couldn't stop climaxing. Even though it had been only a few short minutes, she felt like she'd climaxed for over an hour. I came up to kiss her and Carol attacked me. She licked my lips and drove her body into me. "That was the best ever," she smiled and kissed me. We cuddled for a few minutes when she popped up like the energizer bunny, and announced, "It's your turn." From the onset, I could tell she'd not given too many blowjobs but was more than eager. She licked it, and sucked me, but at times so hard, that I almost lost my erection. I pulled her up to my lips, kissed her and said, "Later, now we have something else to do." We lay side by side kissing and as I fingered her clit and she stroked me. Putting Carol on her back, I climbed, in between her legs, and pushed my 6 inches into her. She gasped slightly and then wrapped her legs around my waist and we made love. Gently at first, but after a few minutes I was pounding away at her pussy. Carol hugged me, with both her arms and legs, and gave me back everything I gave to her. "Oh yes baby, harder, harder," she screamed. Within 5 minutes we were both screaming as we climaxed almost together. Carol felt like I had pumped a gallon into her pussy, shooting load after load. This climax wasn't as intense as her first one, but after two years without a man, all I really had to do was look at her and she'd climax. We licked, sucked, and screwed the entire night away. In the morning we made love in the shower, and on the kitchen table, after we had stopped to take a breather to get something to eat. Carol gave me a blowjob, in the shower, and even swallowed my cum, before I ate her one more time before she left. I didn't want her to leave that night. It took an extra hour for her to get dressed, and out the door, because I kept kissing her and removing her clothes. Finally in the car, heading out to pickup the kids, Carol started to wind down. "God it felt so good to be with a man again" she said to herself. "Not a casual roll in the hay, but to make love with someone who you really cared about," was something she had longed for. Carol stood in the doorway as Mary dragged her in. She looked totally and fully satisfied. "God I needed that" she told Mary. Carol laughed as she told Mary how they had screwed from one end of his house to the other. Carol told Mary, that she was going to be sore for days, but that I had the most skilled tongue, she'd ever experienced. "Steve got me off six times tonight, and wanted to make love the rest of the night, and if it hadn't been for the kids, we'd still be going at it. Mary, I think I'm in love and in lust at the same time," she told her. Two months later, I was on one knee asking Carol to marry me, and 6 months later we were husband and wife. There was no way we could keep our hands off one another, the first 9 months, but then got into the grove of four times per week. However, with work and the kids, it got down to twice per week and finally Saturday nights only. Over the last 6 months, there didn't seem to be much of a spark so I set out to change that. I would plan, and cook most of the meals and would surprise Carol with little things; flowers at work, tickets to a concert, a full body massage with oil, and the best sex I could muster up. I started getting a little creative, like a silk blindfold, chocolates and whip cream sex nights. We always had wine in the refrigerator and I would watch the kids, when Carol wanted to go out on a "girls night." I became more orally aggressive, and one night I kept her so high so long, that she had to beg me to get her off. As I rubbed her clit, and as she went off, I drove my tongue into her ass and reamed her. She'd had just finished one climax, when she started another. She screamed so loud, I thought the neighbors would think I was killing her; and I was, with love. "I don't know everything you just did to me tonight honey, but never, I repeat never forget how to do it. I thought I was dead, and you just brought me back to life," she told me. Well, that made me feel good, but it didn't last. She hardly ever initiated sex and when she did, it was mostly plain unimaginative vanilla sex. Then came the night of the party. My trip down memory lane was over, back to the present, a present that was not filled with happy memories. Carol never told me that she thought I was too small and "never" filled her up. In other words, she liked my tongue but not my dick; well thank you very much sweet heart. I now wondered, if Carol was cheating on me with some big dicked guy, but had no proof. As I said you don't fuck with a man's ego and his performance in the bedroom. Way Too Much Information Ch. 01 By Sunday night, Carol was frantic. She called everyone she knew, but no one had seen him. Her friends went out to try and find him without any luck and now, all her calls were going to his voice mail. Everyone said he was just sulking, but Carol knew better, she really fucked up this time. Monday she dropped off the kids, at her moms and went into work. She still looked a wreck, from all the crying and her dad asked if she was feeling ok. "Just tired dad." "Well tell that son to go easy on my little girl will you?" he laughed and walked into his office. Carol got a hold of Nancy, Steve's secretary, but she was ordered not to forward her calls. "I don't know what happened, between the two of you last weekend, but I've never seen him so upset; he's usually floating on air telling me what a wonderful life he has." Nancy told her. "Well if he asks, tell him I called and need to talk to him," Carol told her. The kids were now asking where daddy was and when he was coming home. "Daddy is on a trip and will be home very soon," she told them; she hoped anyway. She tried his phone a couple of times every day but he still refused to take her calls. It was Thursday when Beth saw Steve eating lunch in a restaurant down town. She walked up to his table and sat down, shocking him for a moment. "Care to buy a hungry girl lunch?" she asked. A little smile escaped but disappeared as fast as it had come. "Only if you don't bug me about Carol" I told her. "Oh, you mean your wife who is staying at home every night crying herself to sleep," she said coldly. "No, I mean the ungrateful bitch who used me to put a roof over her and her children's head. The stupid cunt, who is no longer interested in fucking me and is looking for a big cock to fill her up like I can't," I screamed at her. Taking off my ring, I threw it at her. "Tell her she can screw anyone she wants to from now on, anyone that can fill her up and make her toes curl; I'm done with her," I shouted throwing a $50.00 on the table. "Enjoy your lunch," I said as I stormed out. Beth just sat there with her mouth wide open, along with everyone in the restaurant as they now looked at her. She paid the bill and called Carol. "Honey, can I sneak over after work tonight, I saw Steve and need to talk to you," she told her. "Come over after 8:00, the kids will be in bed by then," she told Beth. At 8:00, Beth, Mary, Tina and Jan walked through the front door with a couple of bottles of wine. "Girl, pour yourself a glass because we need to talk," Beth told her. Beth related the events of lunch to her, and handed her Steve's wedding ring. By now, Carol was crying saying that she'd lost him and what a fool she'd been. "How in the hell did you two grow apart so fast?" Mary asked. "We really didn't, it's just that I kind of took what I had for granted," Carol told her friends. She told the girls that Steve was every thing to them. He was the nicest guy she'd ever met, and anything she or the kids wanted he got for them. "He treated the kids like they were his own. It was never her kids, but more, this is my wife and my two kids; not step kids. We screwed like minks, for the first year, and although it was good, I wanted more. Steve tried every little trick to bring that spark back for me, but in the back of my mind, I wanted more." "My ex-husband and a few of my old boy friends were really hung and literally stretched me out; along with having two kids. So when I met Steve; being only average in size, he didn't measure up. Don't get me wrong, he got me off but it wasn't the same. I found that, after a while, I couldn't climax unless he went down on me. He did it willingly, and would have done anything I asked to please me. When I say he had the best tongue ever, I'm not shitting you. He had a way of licking me that it felt like butterfly wings caressing my clit. His tongue is long enough, to hit my g-spot, and make me climax within minutes; I loved his tongue." "But, as much oral pleasure as he gave me, I gave him none. I became a selfish lover. He'd get me off, and when he stuck his 6 inches into me I would just lay there waiting for him to finish. He went on this training kick, to get in better shape thinking that would make him more desirable to me, but it didn't work. All I could think about all those big cocks that use to fill me up, stretch me and bottom out in my snatch; even when we made love." "Don't get me wrong, I love Steve more than anything else, and making love with him is wonderful; but he just doesn't knock my socks off." The girls listened, drank and then drank a little more. It was Tina that broke the silence. "Steve's right, you don't deserve him." Those words took Carol by surprise. "If any of our husbands did half the shit Steve has done for you, we'd probably let them do anything they wanted to do to us, including giving up our asses, and never say a word. You don't want an equal partner, a loving husband, father and lover; you want a meal ticket and a sex toy," Tina told her. "Right now it's a 75 / 25% marriage with you doing 25%. With your attitude, you're never going to get him back. You're waiting for him to crawl back to you, asking you to take him back, where you should be the one on your knees begging him to take you back. Right now, I know a hundred women who'd fight you tooth and nail for the right to even date him. Don't worry, he won't be unattached for long mark my words. You need to get your head out of your ass, and find out what you want. If you don't want him anymore, do Steve a favor and cut him loose so at least one of you can be happy." All the girls, including Carol, knew Tina was right. "If you are going to fight for him, you better hurry up, because the way it sounds his next step is a lawyer and after that, it's all but over." Mary told her. "He won't take my calls and I don't even know where he's even staying," she told them. "This is something you have to do face to face," Jan told her. "You know where he works don't you?" Jan watched her kids Thursday, and Carol told her dad she wouldn't be into work until probably Monday; at least he didn't ask why, but her mother knew. When Carol showed up at Steve's office in the morning Nancy told her that Steve had been a bear for two weeks and that even though he might fire her, she'd let Carol in. Carol sat there waiting not knowing exactly what to say. She'd had this great speech written, but after reading it, realized it was all bullshit. She was looking at something on his desk when he walked through the door. "Carol, what the hell are you doing here?" were the first words out of my mouth. "Steve, we need to talk but not here." "Why would you want to talk with itty bitty Stevie," I sarcastically asked her. "Please honey, can we talk?" I knew I had avoided Carol long enough, and if nothing else we could finalize the details of the breakup. "I'll see you at the house after work, I have to pick up the rest of my things any way." "Please Steve, don't do anything until after we've had a chance to talk, will you?" I agreed and said I'd be there by 6:00. I still loved her, and really missed the kids, but if I couldn't please her in the bedroom what was the point of going on. There were too many women out there, unattached without kids that would love to have my shoes parked under their bed; but I wanted Carol. I loved the way she looked, the way she felt in my arms and the smell and taste of her. She'd put a knife in my heart, that night, and it was still there festering and I wasn't sure how to remove it. Carol had dinner waiting for me when I arrived. Where are the kids?" I asked as we ate in silence. "Jan's watching them for tonight" she told me. "I would have liked to have seen them, I miss them." "And they miss their dad too very much." "Well what did you want to talk about," I said with a now angry look on my face. "I just want to say how sorry I am for what you heard," she said sobbing. "Are you sorry for what you said because it was a lie or because it was true and I wasn't suppose to hear it, which is it Carol?" "Both," was her reply. "I love you more than anyone on earth, you have to believe that. And I've taken you for granted more times than I can count, this last year," she said almost stone-faced. "I took advantage of you, because you were too good to me, if that makes any sense. I've thought about us, for a long time, and it felt that I was beginning to be the strong one, and you were becoming my yes man. You were more than willing, to jump through any hoop, just to please me, and the more you did, the more I took." I thought what she said and knew she was right. "The same way in bed, I wasn't there to please you, you were there for my benifit; to get me off, the hell with you," she told him. "Don't get me wrong, I loved you doing all those things to me, but our roles became reversed. You have always been too nice, and I don't know how many times I just wanted you to grab me, drag me to the bedroom and just pound the shit out of me. Not make love, just fuck me. You're not the biggest man I've ever been with, but I had hoped, you would be my last." Carol never saw the eruption coming, as I lost my cool. "Let me get this straight," I said as I stood up and leaned over the table. "I treated you too damn nice?" I said loudly. "Jesus fucking Christ if that don't beat all. You embarrass me in front of our friends, by telling them I'm a wimp, with a small dick. The only way you get off, is because I've got a good tongue and to top it off, you were thinking about your ex when we were making love, does that pretty much sum it up for you?" I said shouting at her. All Carol did was look down and sob, not even looking me in the face. Grabbing her by the hair and pulling Carol to her feet, as I yelled, "what the hell did I ever see in you anyway? A pretty face," I said as I pulled her head back and looked her in the eye. Releasing her, I ripped open her top and yanked her skirt down. "And the nicest body ever, I really did enjoyed making love to you, to bad I was such a disappointment to you," I continued. "Hell, according to you honey, I could probably shove my fist up your snatch, it's so wide and stretched out," I told her as I bent her over the table. Ripping her thong off, I roughly shoved two fingers up her pussy and moved them around. "A little dry for my comfort, but at least I can still feel the walls of your cunt." "What was going to be your next move, were you going to tell me that you loved me, but wanted to fuck someone with a big cock so he could make your toes curl? Did you really think that I was such a wimp, that I would let you go ahead and screw someone else; or are you already getting some on the side," I continued yelling at her. "No Steve, there's been no one but you," Carol sobbed. As I turned her around, and pushed Carol to her knees, I unzipped his pants and took my cock out. "Here bitch, let's see what you can do with that poison, spewing, mouth of yours," I said as I shoved my cock down her throat. "I know it's not as big as what your use to, but let's see what you can do with this tiny prick," I said as I held the sides of her head and pumped my dick in and out of her mouth. "Well, at least you learned how to suck my dick over the past two years," I said as I started to get hard. Within a few minutes, I was as hard as he'd ever been in my life. I picked up Carol, draped her over the table, as she cried nonstop, begging me to stop. "I would love to fuck your pussy right now, but you probably wouldn't feel it in that cunt of yours, but I know another hole that's never been tapped, at least not by me any way." Taking a wad of butter, and with two fingers I shoved them up her ass as Carol screamed. "My, my, my, your ass still as tight as a virgin cunt," I shouted as I worked now three fingers in and out of her greasy ass. "Steve please don't, I've never had anyone in there," she begged. "Fuck you," I shouted as I rammed my dick through her anal opening in one hard push. Carol gasped and then screamed as the pain shot through her. I reached up, and grabbed her tits, as I slammed into her ass. "Damm, I wish I'd popped this cherry ass a long time ago," I said as I abused her. I didn't last long, and was pumping my load into her cavity as fast as he could. "Maybe I should have treated you like a slut, like your ex did. Cheat on you every chance I could, slap you around when you complained and knock you up and leave you when I was done with you. But no, I was the sucker you tricked into marrying you, thinking that you really loved me. We had something special, we were a family, I loved you and the kids as much as anyone could; and now I find out it was all a lie," he almost spat out the words as she slumped to the floor. "This was my house before we met, and it still is now. If you still want to stay, well that's your choice," I told her. "But I'll never be your wimpy, ass, husband ever again." With that I left her on the floor and went up to our bedroom, alone, and closed the door and that chapter of my once happy marriage. Way Too Much Information Ch. 02 Carol stood there knocking on the door of Jan's house until she opened it. "Holy shit, what the hell happened to you?" she screamed as Carol walked in. "I've lost him for good," was all Carol could say. "What the hell did he do to you?" Jan asked. "He used me, like I used him for the last year. God, I never knew Steve had so much anger inside of him." Carol said as she started to cry. Through her tears, Carol told Jan what she had told him and what had transpired that evening. "And everything he said was true, except the fact that I didn't love him; because I do with all my heart and soul." Paul came in and asked Carol if she wanted him to talk to Steve. "Don't you think you've said enough? If you guys hadn't gone on and on teasing him, I don't think we'd be in this mess right now," Jan told him. "What are you going to do?" Jan asked. "I'm going to get my kids, and move back in with my parents, what else can I do? Steve hates me, and I don't blame him." she said with a whimper. In an hour, Carol was all cried out, there was nothing left in her. Jan gave her a change of clothes, and helped her pack up her sleeping kids in the van. When she got to her parents, she put the kids back to bed and sat in the kitchen drinking coffee. "That damn idiot doesn't know what he losing," her father shouted. "Hold your voice down, you'll wake up the kids," her mother, Tammy replied. "Get some sleep honey, it'll all look better in the morning," she told Carol; but it didn't. I didn't sleep much that night. When I got up, Carol was gone. I began to feel angry, not only with her, but at myself also, for what I had said and done last night. My anger was still there, but it wasn't out of control, like it had been the previous night. I made himself some coffee, and cleaned up the kitchen from last night's nightmare and went back to bed, alone, for only the second time in over two years. Carol's parents had let her sleep, but by noon the kids were jumping on her bed. "When are we going home mom? Where is dad?" they inquired. "Kids, we're going to spend a little time with grandma and grandpa, kind of like a vacation," Carol told them. "Is dad coming with us?" they asked. "Honey, dad is out of town, but will be back soon," Carol replied. She knew that wasn't going to happen, but didn't have the heart to tell them the truth right now. When she went down stairs, her mom told her she looked like hell. "Honey, grab yourself a cup of coffee, and I think there are still a few pieces of bacon left on the stove." Her dad put his newspaper down, and started in on the both of them. "All right ladies, since you've decided to keep me out of the loop, what the hell is going on?" Carol told her dad, what happened the night of the party, and only what Steve had said last night; not what he'd done. He said nothing until she was finished. Looking at his wife he asked, "You knew about this and didn't tell me? What were you thinking woman?" he asked. "We thought it would all blow over in a day or two, but now it's totally out of control." Tammy replied. "Damm right it is," he shouted. "What kind of man wants to be with a women, who says he can't satisfy her? Then having him hear you tell everyone, that even when you were having sex, you were thinking about someone else. Shit, if I ever heard your mother say, what you did honey, I would have tossed her ass to the curb myself." That was something Carol didn't want to hear right now. Her dad left the kitchen shaking his head, telling her he didn't have a clue how she was going to get herself out of this one. Her mom asked if she had any immediate plans on contacting him, and she looked down at the floor and said sadly, "no, not right now." "I'll give him some time to cool down, but I do need to get some of mine and the kids stuff out of the house though." The following day, Carol and her parents pulled all of her and the kids clothing out of Steve's house, when he was at work. I was thankful when Monday rolled around; at least I had work to take my mind off my troubles. I told Nancy and my boss that I didn't want to see or speak to Carol, because as of last weekend, we were separated and that I just needed to be left alone. When I went home Monday night, I found everything gone. "I guess that answers the question of her wanting to get back together; it probably wouldn't have worked any way." After that, I dove into my work, and training for the marathon. I started working twelve plus hours per day plus spending two hours a day running or cross training. This went on for a solid two months. Although I missed Carol terribly, I was nowhere ready to even talk to her right now. Over the next three months, I did either a 5 or 10K every weekend and really developed into quite a runner. I took either first, or second every time I ran and even made the local paper three or four times; as the towns up and coming running star. Every once in a while I thought I had seen Carol, or one of my kids at the races, but after I finished they seemed to have disappeared. Yes, my kids. I still thought of them as mine, even though I wasn't their real father; I still loved and missed them. But my feelings for Carol were a whole other story though. Every time I thought of her, I became angry all over again. The effect was I trained that much harder to relieve the pain. I still had feelings for her, but also hated her guts, for what she did to me. One thing that did surprised me though; I hadn't been served yet with divorce papers. I had decided from the onset that if she wanted out that bad, she would have to divorce me. Because of her dad being a lawyer, I had expected to be served in about 2 to 3 weeks after Carol left. But nothing had arrived. Well, it was up to her. The house and everything else was mine before I married her. And since I hadn't formally adopted the kids yet, there would be no child support. So I was basically single, married in name only. With my added notoriety, I got hit on all the time. At the gym girls would pass me their phone number and the women in my running club, were always asking me, if I wanted to come home for dinner, or they had a friend that I would really like. I always smiled, but told them thanks, but no thanks. It was about four and a half months into our separation, when I saw Carol for the first time. I was having lunch with a customer, when she walked into the restaurant with a tall, good looking, black guy. She never saw me, and as I watched her, it looked like it was more than just a business lunch. As they laughed and ate, I got angry all over again. If I hadn't been with a good customer, I would have left. I guess she's moved on, and by the size of him; she was going to get her pussy finally filled up again. I was on a long run one morning, when Mary came up behind me on her bike. "Hey good looking, long time no see," she told me. I didn't recognize her for a moment, and then pulled off my headset to hear what she was saying. "How you been?" she asked. "Not bad, keeping myself pretty busy, how about you?" I said just making small talk. "Dan keeps me hopping, and I decided to start working out, to lose a few pounds," she replied patting her stomach. "Seeing anyone new?" she asked. "Mary," I snapped. "Just wondering," she said. "I see Carol's moved on though, her new beau looks big enough to curl both her toes and yours too, if you know what I mean," I said with a smirk. Mary thought for a minute. "Where did you see her?" she asked. "At the Holiday Inn by the airport. She came in with a black guy about 6'4" and they were all over each other," I replied. "If you see her, tell her no hard feelings, and I'm glad she found someone to fill her void." With that, I said my goodbyes and headed out through the park. "Why in the hell didn't Carol tell her that she had found someone new? Boy, talk about fast work," Mary thought to herself. Mary called Carol and told her to meet her at Tim's Lounge after work for a drink, so they could catch up. Mary then called the rest of the group and told them to meet her there also. As Carol walked in she saw the fearsome foursome, as she called them. She sat down and order a glass of wine. "Can't stay long girls, the kids and I have movie night tonight," she told them. Mary spoke up first. "Alright, who's the new man in your life?" she asked. Carol looked puzzled and replied, "What new man?" "I saw Steve yesterday, he told me that he saw you and a tall black man out for lunch and you guys were all over each other," Mary told her. "That was Don, we went to school together and he played football with my ex-husband in high school. He just signed a new contract on a house, and my dad was just looking it over. We were just reminiscing about old times, that's all," she explained. "Well, that's not how it looked to Steve," she replied. "He told me, he was happy you've moved on, and found someone who can curl your toes," Mary replied. Carol told herself that she would never cry about it again, but the tears started to flow. "Now he thinks I've replaced him, I just can't win can I?" she sobbed. "Have you called him lately?" Beth asked. "I did for a while, but he never took any of my calls, so I just stopped calling," she told her friends. "And neither of you have gone to a lawyer?" Tina asked. "Well I haven't, but I'm not to sure about Steve though. He probably will now, that he thinks I'm seeing someone else. I thought I had an outside chance, but now it seems so hopeless." Carol sobbed. Jan looked at everyone and then asked Carol, "Do you want him back?" "In a heartbeat," she replied. "I don't mean like before, I mean as a loving wife, partner and mother," she asked. "But after all I said, and the big deal I made about his size, why would he want to come back?" Carol questioned Jan. "Well I've got a plan that probably won't work, but at this point you have nothing to lose anyway. You may even like the results, with, or without Steve." Jan said with a laugh. Jan called Steve two weeks later. "Steve, Jan here. I just thought you might want to know that Carol had surgery yesterday. No, she wouldn't tell me for what. All I know, she is that she is in a lot of pain when I talked to her this morning. Also, that guy you saw her with, was an old high school friend that her father was doing work for, not a boy friend. Just thought you'd like to know. She's at Hopkins Memorial, room 312 if you're interested. Take care of yourself." Now it was up to Steve, Jan thought. I walked into room 312 with flowers. Carol was sleeping. She was hooked up to a lot of tubes and indicators. I sat in the chair, next to the bed, watching her sleep. Damn, I was still in love with her, no matter what she'd said and done. I wanted to grab her and kiss her, but knew she needed her sleep. After about two hours the nurse came in and asked me to leave for a moment, because she needed to change her dressings. "I'll just be outside, let me know when you are done." "Well, visiting hours are ending shortly, only family is allowed after that." she informed me. "I'm her husband, does that count?" Down the hall I could see Carol's mom walking towards me with the kids. The kids saw me and started running towards me, screaming and shouting. They were all over me within five seconds, laughing, kissing me and asking where I have I been, and am I coming home tonight. Before I could answer, Carol's mother was standing there in front of me. "Hi Tammy, you're looking well." "Cut the bullshit Steve, what are you intentions? You can't sit on the fence forever you know." Tammy always had a way with words. She never beat around the bush but went straight for the jugular; that's probably where Carol got it. "Not sure at this moment, but when I figure it out, you'll be the first to know." The nurse came out and said I could go in now. "Kids, let me talk to mommy for a few minutes, and when I'm done, I'll take you out for ice cream; would you like that?" They were still jumping up and down as I went into the room. She was awake as I sat in the chair next to her bed. "How you feeling?" I asked her as I held her hand. "A little pain, but looking at you here makes it all worthwhile," she said with a smile while she squeezed his hand. "I'm so sorry," I started to say as Carol put her fingers to my lips. "There has been too much said, and unsaid, these past few months. All I want to do right now is look at you," she said with a smile. "I love you," I told her. "I know you do." "You have a few munchkins outside, who would like to see you right now, if you're up to it?" She smiled and I opened the gates of hell. They were all over her asking a million questions and saying how much they missed her and that did she know dad was back, and they were all going out for ice cream and too many other things to mention. I could see she was in pain, so I told the kids that we had to leave, but would be back tomorrow to see her. They both said "goodbye mommy," as I led them out into the hall. "Tammy, just what the hell did Carol have done anyway?" I asked. "Just something she should have done a long time ago. She should be out by Friday, but will not be able to do anything substantial for 6 to 8 weeks," she informed me. "I'll drop the kids off in about two hours, if that's alright?" I asked. "They're your kids Steve. Keep them as long as you want." She said with a smile, walking away. Carol and the kids moved back in with me on Saturday. Tammy would come over during the day to help, because Carol was flat on her back, the first two weeks, and could only sit in a chair for three weeks after that. We became a family again. Our friends apologized for being such assholes and were happy to see us back together again. We talked for hours on end now, as Carol tried to explain how it all started. I told her, I had let my male ego get in the way, but it hurt, and I still wasn't over it. The one thing that she wouldn't tell me was the reason for the surgery. I was at least thankful when she told me it wasn't life threatening, or anything like that. Four weeks later Carol came in smiling ear to ear. "I got a clean bill of health from the doctor" she told me. "What's more, Saturday, you and I are leaving on a 7 day cruise compliments of your boss and my dad, so start packing," she said running into my arms kissing me. It had been too long since we had any real closeness. I was afraid of hugging her too hard, because of her pain, and sex right now, wasn't even on the table. Their plane was leaving at 5:00 AM and we didn't finish packing until almost 2:00. Her parents picked us up at 3:30, drove us to the airport, wishing us well. "I hope everything works out for the two of you tonight," her mother told Carol. We both slept on the plane and after landing, getting on the ship and getting organized it was time for our 8:00 dinner. We had a table for two, and unbeknown, to the two of us, everyone was told we were on our honeymoon. We got great service, and even the captain came over to wish us well. After dinner we hit the lounge, dancing the night away. It was hard to put into words, the way I was feeling at this moment. I had the girl of my dreams, again in my arms, and when I looked in her eyes I saw nothing but love staring back at me. Gone was the anger and hurt of the past few months. All I wanted to do was get her back to our cabin and make love to her; but not like the last time we were together. One lap around the deck and we were heading towards our room. With the balcony door open to the ocean, I kissed Carol, swaying to the music we could hear from the upper deck. "Get comfortable, and I'll be right back," she told me. I got undressed, climbed into the bed waiting for her. This will be the first time we'd be making love since getting back together. I turned on the sidelight watching as Carol came out wearing the sexiest nightgown I had ever laid eyes on. "You are the hottest women I've ever seen." Carol gave me a big smile and moved onto the bed next to me. We touched lips and could feel the electricity between the two of us building. Our lips brushed together as I licked the top, then the bottom one, to get them good and wet. Carol drove her tongue down my throat as we played tongue tag within my mouth. Like most sexy outfits, it disappeared in a manner of minutes, but it had done what it was intended to do. I was hard as a rock. As Carol stroked me, it felt like I'd grown two inches since the last time we were together. Her long nipples became erect under my kisses. I made damn sure they were both satisfied before moving on. "Oh God you feel so good," Carol told me as I moved my body above her. I was now moving from her breasts, to her neck, to her lips, and back again not wanting these feelings to end. As I moved down her stomach to her pussy Carol stopped me. "Not yet hon, I want to taste you first," she said as she maneuvered me onto my back. Slowly she moved down and stopped between my legs. She moved her hair over my dick and licked my navel, as I began to squirm beneath her lips. Her lips moved down to my cock as she licked it from the base to my now swollen, purple head. Grasping it, Carol engulfed it with one gulp, sucked it up and down a few times, before licking the under side, from my balls to its head. Carol licked and sucked on the head, and then down the shaft until I told her she was going to get a surprise if she kept that up. She just smiled and continued deep throating me, all the while looking up at me. It had been way too long, and though try as I might, my cum erupted in her warm, velvet mouth. Carol never stopped, keeping it up until I was totally drained. She'd managed to swallow most of it, but a little dribbled out the corner of her mouth. "You didn't have to do that." "Yes I did." She said with a smile. We came together, kissing and hugging as we rolled around on the bed laughing. It wasn't long before I was rock hard again. I went down on Carol, licking the outside of her cunt, before spreading her lips and feasting on her now wet pussy. I knew from experience, what to do, to drive her wild, but this time I was going to push her over the edge. However, Carol had other ideas. She insisted on me holding her hands as I ate her. This put a crimp in my style, but I wasn't going to argue right now. I licked her cunt, until I could see a small stream of liquid flowing from her pussy; she was more than ready. "I need you inside me now, before I go off." Carol cried out as she rolled me off of her. Laying me on my back she mounted me. She was sopping wet but as she lowered herself onto me, there was a problem. I was having a hard time getting inside her. Damn, she put me in her ass is all I could think. "Hon, I want your pussy tonight, not your ass." A small smile escaped her lips as she told me, "This IS my pussy sweet heart." Now it dawned on me what the surgery was, why it had taken so long to heal, and why she wouldn't make love with me before tonight. "Love me now, and we'll talk later." She whispered. It was like screwing a sixteen, year old virgin. It took about ten minutes, even with lube, to get inside her. Even with taking it very easy and slow, Carol was screaming on top of me. I originally thought it was from pain, until she grabbed me and pulled me all the way in. "Oh my God, oh my God," she screamed as I started to pound her pussy as she met my every stroke. I was in heaven, and was so glad Carol had given me a blowjob or I would have already blown my wad because she was so damn tight. Carol had already climaxed three times before I even started to cum. I must have shot two loads into her pussy, changing positions several times, before rolling over on the bed next to her exhausted, but happy. Way Too Much Information Ch. 02 "Wow!" Is all I could get out before she started kissing me again. "Damm, that was nice," I told her as I kissed her back pulling her on top of me. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. "And spoil the surprise? This was something I wanted to do for us. If we were ever to make a fresh start of it, I needed to take care of the problem that brought us to where we were. Jan suggested it and dad paid for it. We're going to have to go a little slow at first, but you're the only one who's going to break this pussy in," she smiled as she told him. We spent the next day and a half in bed, trying out our new toy. However, after that, we had to ease up, because Carol was walking a little funny. Carol told me she had never been so thoroughly satisfied, and it was my job to keep her that way from now on. We reconnected during those 7 days and a week after coming back from the cruise we started formal adoption proceedings for our two kids. Every other month, mom watches the kids for the weekend, so the two of us can get away and enjoy each other. Eight months later, at another party, Jan and the girls gathered around and asked Carol how her sex life was going, post surgery. She just smiled and said, "That's one thing I will never discuss, ever again, outside of my bedroom except with my husband." Still they could all see by the look on her face every thing was now better than ever.