43 comments/ 158409 views/ 25 favorites Who's Been Sleeping in My Bed? By: crisscross2037 Chapter 01 My name is Bart Jamison and I'm an Accountant for a family-owned construction company. My wife Sandy and I met back in college but didn't become serious until after we were both out of school and were hired by the same company. We married and I went to work for the Gilbert family construction company, owned by Raymond Gilbert, his wife, and daughter Meg. Meg, is the opposite version of my petite, black-haired wife, at 5ft. 8in., 130 pounds in a 36-28-35 frame with shoulder-length blond hair and blue eyes. She's married to Gregg - definitely my opposite –an ex-professional football player and a real asshole, who is 6ft 3in. and close to 300 pounds – with 20 pounds of it in paunch. He married into the job as my boss and is supposed to be in charge of deadlines and cost control, of which he is clueless. If it wasn't for my office doing cost control, he'd be in a world of hurt. Apparently, Gregg thinks his main job in life is trying to seduce every woman working in the office and I've heard he has had some success -- mostly by mentioning job loss and big lay offs, which brings us to the day of the company BBQ. I noticed my wife and Gregg seemed to be hitting it off even better at the BBQ than they did at the New Year's Eve party where he danced with Sandy most of the night until his wife grabbed him for a couple of dances. And yet, he did manage to get away from Meg long enough to give my wife a Happy New Year kiss, which I thought was a little long. On the way home from the BBQ, I brought it up that I thought she and Gregg were spending an awful lot of time together. She just giggled and said she thought Gregg was kind of hot in his own way. "Yes he seems to be," I said. "I've heard some of the women, including married ones, have been stupid enough to fall for his line of crap. From what I've heard, the married women are his specialty. If it wasn't for his wife owning a third of the company, he wouldn't be working there. I'm pretty sure if she ever finds out and can prove it, he won't be there any longer." "Oh, he can't be that bad at his job," Sandy replied. "Honey," I said, "if I quit doing his job for him he'd be screwed. His main goal in life is to score with as many women as he can. I guess he couldn't score any points as a football player so he's switched to women." "Well, maybe he's got more than his prude wife can take care of." "Is that what he told you? He has too much for her? If so, he must be all cock then because he's damn short on brains. I know that for a fact. I have no idea about the other and don't care to find out. I've always considered Meg to be very intelligent and quite sexy. I've sat in on meetings with her and she's no fool. It amazes me how she ever ended up marrying that dipshit husband of hers." After a short pause, I added, "It's really none of my business and I don't care who or how many he fucks as long as my wife isn't one of them." As I said this, I looked over at Sandy and thought she looked a little pale. She gave out a quick laugh and said, "Honey, you don't have a thing to worry about. Even if he did get me in bed, what could you do about it? He's an ex-pro football player." "And," she added smugly, "he's twice as big as you are." I had to wonder if she was talking about in bed or out when she said "twice as big" but I let it go. "Oh I'm sure I could think of something I could do, no matter how big a guy he is," I said. "There are ways to take him down. I just hope you know better than to want to find out what I could do about it if I were to catch you at it. You know how I feel about a cheating wife. Our marriage would be over if I ever caught you or found out that you were cheating on me." "Honey, I was just teasing you," she chuckled. "I love it when I can get you excited. I think you got just a little bit jealous watching him corner me today. I hope you don't think for a minute that I would cheat on you -- especially with Gregg. I'd never do anything like that to you." "Well, I just thought I'd make it very clear how I feel. That way, there should be no mistakes or misunderstandings made by anyone." She slid over closer to me, kissed my neck, and put her hand on my cock as I drove saying, "This is all I need so don't you ever worry about me messing around on you, okay? "His wife Meg sure didn't like the way he was hanging around you today. You should try to discourage him. After all, we don't need one of the company owners getting pissed off at my wife and maybe me losing my job over his stiff dick following my wife around." She said, "Well, maybe she should take better care of him if she doesn't want someone else doing her job." "Honey, it's sure as hell not your job to worry about whether his wife can or can't take care of his big cock just because he says she can't or doesn't. And, it sure as hell isn't your job to help him out with his problem -- if he has one, which I really doubt." "Well you know, if a husband doesn't take care of his wife, she just might go looking elsewhere -- the same goes for a husband." "Oh, is that what he's been telling you? She doesn't take care of him in bed? I'm beginning to wonder why we're even having this discussion except that I'm trying to make you see what you're doing to his wife and your husband." I was rolling now. "Don't you even care what the other people at these parties think watching the two of you acting like teens in heat? In case you don't you realize it, it's very humiliating to Meg and me or don't either one of you care? You seem to enjoy his running after you like you're some high school cheerleader. I want it to stop. If it keeps going on like it has been, it could end up costing us our marriage and everything we've worked so hard to get. And for what? To find out if he has a huge cock? That's a pretty high price to pay for a fuck." I let it sink in, finishing with, "I think before you get in any deeper, you better chill out with the flirting, that is, if it hasn't already gone past that stage. You could also cost me my job and lose the lifestyle you seem to be enjoying. I think you should just cool it around him from now on." Sandy snapped back, "I don't like you telling me how to act when we're out or who to talk or dance with. I'm not your teenage daughter you know, I'm your wife. Just what do you mean by 'losing my lifestyle'? I'm sure you wouldn't have a problem finding another job if that's what you mean. Are you really afraid of losing your job that bad?" "Let me explain something to you, my dear wife. If it comes to the point of me losing my job, then it means you and Gregg have been caught in bed together and that means you don't have to worry as to whether I find another job or not -- you won't be living with me any longer. That shouldn't be too hard to understand, eh?" "Sandy, this conversation shouldn't even be happening. Start acting like my wife instead of some starstruck, cock-teasing teenager. End of discussion." Sandy sat there in silence until we got home. As soon as we got into the house, she turned on me saying, "Maybe if you started taking better care of me like a wife should be taken care of, you wouldn't have to be worrying about what your wife might be doing!" She then headed straight to the bathroom and into the shower. I sat at the table wondering about what Sandy had just said about me taking care of my wife like a wife should be taken care of. It's not my fault our sex life has gone from two or three times a week to once every two or three weeks. I have tried several times only to be turned down by headaches and back pains and way too tired. Now that I'm sitting here thinking about it, maybe there's more going on than I suspected. I didn't really like how Sandy acted when I told her that if I ever caught her cheating, she would find herself on the curb. She seemed rather quick to defend Gregg when I told her he was a stupid ass and wasn't capable of doing his job -- plus a little more than nervous when I mentioned a divorce. I began to wonder if things may have gotten out of hand already and I was just too trusting to believe she wouldn't cheat on me with anybody, let alone Gregg. I went into our bedroom and crawled into bed, tired of arguing and from being outside all day in the hot sun. When Sandy got out of the shower and came to bed, I tried cuddling up to her only to be told that she was too tired. This was the third time she had turned me down in the last two weeks. "Sandy, we haven't made love in over three weeks and it was at least that long the time before," I reminded her. "Maybe you could explain to me why we have gone from two or three times a week to almost nothing. You always have some lame excuse." I figured I was already into it so I added, "And, why did you say I wasn't taking care of my wife like she should be taken care of when it's you that's been turning me down -- not me turning you down?" "They haven't been lame excuses," she answered. "It's just that every time you're in the mood, I have something wrong. "It's not that I don't want to have sex with you." "Hmmm, after watching you and Gregg all day, I can't believe you're just too tired to have sex. So, what do you say, honey?" "After the way you talked to me on the way home, you'd better get used to it being even longer between times." she said turning away from me. "That's bull crap and you know it. What I really think is going on here is that Gregg has told you not to have sex with me any longer and you're falling for it. He's trying to make you so horny that the first chance the two of you get - - you're going to fuck him. Well, good luck. All I can say is don't get caught." I laid there tossing and turning thinking over what had been said. I have heard about guys telling the wives they're cheating with to cut the husband off -- no more sex with her husband. Her pussy is his now or he will stop fucking her, and they're stupid enough to go along with it. Is that what's going on here? I'm not real sure, but right now, I don't have anything else to go on. I'm hoping she's telling me the truth when she says she's only teasing Gregg and would never cheat with anyone. Ch.02 Sandy Sides with Gregg The more I thought about it, the madder I got. I finally got out of bed and went into the guest bedroom. If she's not going to be my wife, I'm not sleeping with her and it will be on my terms before I go back into her bed. As I lay there, I began thinking I had better start paying more attention to what's really going on with my wife, not what I think is going on or should be going on. Maybe I'm just a little to laid back and trusting when it comes to my wife. Is there something going on between her and Gregg or is it only teasing on her part? I'm beginning to think it's a little more than teasing. If they haven't already been together I'm sure it won't be long until they are and I can't see any way of stopping it. I woke up tired and still thinking of the night before. Sandy was sitting in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. She didn't offer to get me one as she has every morning since we were married, so I helped myself and sat down at the table. She didn't say good morning and neither did I. After a few minutes she said, "Why did you sleep in the guest bedroom?" "Oh," I said, "I had a really bad back ache -- so bad that I couldn't bear fighting off your advances." Her face went red as she said, "Well fuck you! If you think you're going to pull a guilt trip on me, you'd better guess again." "I'm not trying to pull anything over on you but I'm wondering the same thing about you." Picking up my coffee, I went out and sat on the deck to finish it in peace. I decided to go out to Denny's for breakfast. After breakfast, I went over to my friend Roger's place. He's been divorced about three years now after catching his wife in his bed with her boss. He tossed her ass out and sued his boss, winning enough to pay for his home and some left over. As soon as I got there, he popped a couple of caps off two long necks handing me one and said, "Breakfast of champions" as we both took a drink. Then he said, "What do I owe this visit to?" Then added quickly, "An hour ago and I would have still had company winking at me." I said "Damn, Roger. You seem to be enjoying being single." "Bart, my boy, it beats the hell out of living with some cheating bitch I can tell you that much. It isn't that big a deal to clean a little house, do a few dishes, and the laundry. I ain't ever getting married again for damn sure." He added, "I'm done wondering if the bitch is cheating on me every time I leave for work." "Roger," I said, "I need your advice. It's Sandy. I think she may be cheating on me with my boss." He said, "Damn Bart, I thought Sandy was one wife that wouldn't cheat, but you know, I'm not sure there is such a thing as a wife that won't cheat. Hell, if some guy waves a hand full of money or a big cock at the bitches, they will all roll over." "Yeah, well I didn't think she ever would either but he's been chasing her at all the company parties and I'm sure she's falling for his bull --hook, line, and sinker." "Damn Bart, that don't sound good. Sounds like he's seducing her and she doesn't even know it. What makes you think she hot for this guy?" I told Roger everything I had seen so far and then about the argument on the way home and how she took Gregg's side against both me and his wife. Roger sat there listening and then said, "I hate to say anything Bart since there is no real evidence, but if I had to guess, I'd say she's having an affair with the guy or is damn close to it." I told Roger that's exactly how I was feeling about it but I wanted hard evidence before booting her ass out and risking that I could be wrong and having her sue me over it. Roger said he understood how I felt and said if it were him, he would somehow set a trap and catch them at it. "Roger I'm really pissed at her but I still love her. But, I do know if she's cheating on me, it will be the end for us. All I can do now is hope that if she is fucking around on me, she will stop before I find out for sure." Setting my empty bottle down on the counter I said, "If I never catch her, I will assume she never had an affair with him. But, if she doesn't stop and think about what I told her would happen and does it anyway and I catch her, then I guess being married to me didn't really mean that much to her anyway." Roger popped a couple more long necks and said "You got it straight when you let her know what the ending will be. If she makes the choice to go ahead and bring his cock to your bed, they deserve everything they get -- which should be nothing." I finished my beer, said good-bye and left, thanking my friend for giving me his advice. I was still having trouble accepting Sandy would be stupid enough to believe that dumb ass Gregg. Up until she met him at a party, she had never given me a minute's worth of worry about what she might be up to. I took Roger's advice about protecting my assets as best I could without raising any suspicions. I drew out most of our savings and drew the checking account way down leaving just enough to pay bills. I then canceled all our joint credit cards, leaving only the ones in her name only. After that party, every time we went somewhere, Gregg would be there. It was only a matter of time until he had drug her off and she wouldn't come back until the party was over. I'm sure a lot of my fellow workers had noticed what was going on and I'm sure most thought I was being a wimp letting this go on, but so far, they hadn't taken it to the point of disappearing during the party. They probably figured that might be pushing their luck. Maybe his wife being there was all that stopped them as she seemed to keep an eye on them. If he got too close to Sandy, Meg would go get him to dance or steer him to the buffet. I had thought about putting a stop to their overt flirting, but then thought all it would cause a big confrontation in front of all of my co-workers, which would only add to the humiliation. I caught Meg at the bar and while waiting for a drink, I asked if she would care to dance. Smiling, she said "I would love to. I guess if you and I want to dance, it will have to be with each other." Smiling I said, "You know Meg, I can't think of anyone I'd rather dance with than you." "You know Bart, I can't think of anyone I'd rather dance with either." She moved into my arms and we danced more like new lovers than like employee and company owner. We did get some rather odd, 'what the hell?' looks from Sandy and Gregg to boot. Ch.03 Bart makes a deal It was Wednesday of the next week when I received a call from Meg wanting to know if I could get away and have lunch with her. She said she had something important to talk to me about. "Of course, I always have time to have lunch with a company owner," I laughed. She chuckled, "Okay then, meet me at the Velvet Turtle in thirty minutes." "I'll be there. Let's see, you'll be the lovely blond lady wearing. . .? She laughed and said, "Just be there." As she hung up, I couldn't help thinking how asshole Gregg could ever cheat on his wife. I have always found her to be a very charming, lighthearted woman, but very professional when she needed to be. Twenty-five minutes later, I entered the Velvet Turtle and asked the hostess if there was a lonely looking, beautiful blond waiting for someone to rescue her. She smiled saying "I believe I just seated her. Come with me." I chuckled and said "I'd follow you anywhere," while walking to the table. I thanked her as she left us. "Hello, Mrs. . . . ." She stopped me. "It's Meg. My name is Meg." Smiling, I said, "Hello Meg. What do I owe this honor to? I hope it's going to be something good." "Well Bart, I took the liberty of ordering the seafood salad tray. It will take a little while before it gets here, would you like to talk now or wait until after lunch?" "Whatever suits you is fine with me. We can start now and break for lunch if you like." The waiter brought a bottle of white wine, poured two glasses, put the bottle on ice, and left saying, "Your order will be here shortly." "We can talk now and break for lunch if that's okay with you?" she said. "You don't have to hurry today – you're with the boss." I looked up at her and we both laughed. I said, "Okay, what's on your mind Meg?" "Well Bart, there are a couple of things. As you well know, better than anyone else in the company, we want to grow so we're going to expand into Nevada. As fast as it's growing, we need to be there and I'm offering you a new position so I hope that you take it," she finished, letting the message sink in. She continued, "It will probably mean moving to Las Vegas once we get started, but until then, I think we can commute back and forth. In the near future, you will have to be there to stay on top of things. The position I am offering is vice president of accounting. You will be in charge of all of the accountants and making sure our bills get paid, our money comes in, and our books balance. You will be under the company vice president, which is me. How does that sound?" I almost said, "I'd love being under the vice president right now" but bit my tongue. I really didn't know her that well, not yet anyway. Aloud, I said, "Well, it's certainly something to think about. What does this new job pay?" "Almost double your current salary and has better benefits. You'll get a week off every three months, then two weeks every six months with the vacation of your choice and expenses paid for you and your wife, or whoever you choose to take along," she answered looking at me long and hard. Who's Been Sleeping in My Bed? I almost had to look away. Was she hinting that maybe I wouldn't have a wife to take along on those vacations? "How could I refuse an offer like that?" "You can't, or at least, I was hoping you couldn't," she said. "Thank you Bart. I was counting on you to accept my offer. I needed someone I know I can trust to keep our books and accounts as they should be kept so if were ever audited, we wouldn't have a problem. And one other thing, don't let Gregg pull rank on you. He's no longer your boss -- I am your boss." Tapping the table with her well-manicured fingers she added, "Speaking of Gregg, that brings me to the next item I wanted to discuss with you." I thought, "Oh fuck, now she's going to lay it on the line about Sandy and Gregg." Our lunch arrived just in time to break the tension I was feeling. As we started eating, she said, "Bart, will you give me an honest answer if I ask you a question? If I'm out of line just say so." I nodded and said, "Yes, I'll try my best." I was pretty sure I knew what was coming. Meg was stirring her platter with her fork and then said, "Bart, do you think your wife and Gregg are having an affair?" Oh fuck, there it was, right out in the open. What a fucked-up way to ruin a perfectly wonderful lunch. Even when they're not around, they ruin my day, somehow. I would have choked had I not been expecting her question or at least had suspected it had something to do with Sandy and Gregg. "Meg, truthfully, I don't know. I have my suspicions. I'm not sure if they have been together yet, but I am sure it is headed in that direction." Continuing, I said, "I have talked to her about her actions and she swears nothing is going on, but I'm not so sure anymore. I want to believe and trust her because I still love her, but I told her I won't share her with anyone. I'm positive she knows I will divorce her. Even if I find out it was the first and only time, I don't care. I'm not sure she will risk everything, but you never know about some things. At the same time, I do know that she is infatuated by his referring to his huge cock and how it satisfies all of the women. He keeps telling her he can take care of her the way she needs to be taken care of. I think it started out by him chasing her. She loved the attention and thought she could tease him and get away with it. I told her to stop, but she laughed and said she thought I was just jealous of Gregg, but now, I just don't know. I told her if I ever caught her or found her cheating on me, it would end our marriage. There would be no argument or excuses -- it would be over." "Well Bart, I'm pretty sure it's going on, but I have no real proof either other than just watching them. They don't seem to care who's watching them, but if I find real proof, Gregg will be gone from my life." Leaning forward, Meg whispered, "Now let me explain a little bit about his huge cock. He's not lying - his cock is huge - much too large for any woman to enjoy. When we first married, he would only use what I could take, but as time went on, he started hurting me. He has torn me so bad I've had to have stitches." Meg leaned back into her chair and added, "Even after that, he still wanted me to take all of him and Bart, I just can't. It's just not possible for me to do. So if he's telling her I won't have sex with him, he's not lying. I just hope she knows what she's in for. A huge cock is not my idea of good sex." She looked me right in the eye and said, "Good sex to me is average in size and above average in effort." I almost choked on a shrimp and that brought a chuckle. "My God," I gasped, "I had no idea a man could be that large. I can't believe he would do that to you or any woman for that matter. He will end up hurting someone bad someday." "You're right," I added, "he has been using the size factor to convince Sandy that sex with him would be the best she's ever had. He has convinced her that you are a prude and just don't want to have sex with him anymore - little does she know. But, if you decide to divorce him, what will happen to your part of the company? Won't he get half of your stake?" Meg shook her head 'No,' adding, "Some of the papers that he signed after the wedding were pre-nup papers excluding him from ever taking anything other than what he came into our marriage with if he ever cheats on me." Smiling, I said, "Sounds good to me. I do trust you Meg. I've always wondered how you got stuck with him in the first place." She said someday when we have time, she would explain it to me. "Bart, I think it would be a good idea if we meet for lunch every Wednesday and share what we have found out. If anything real important comes up, call me or I'll call you." "Whatever you say, Boss," I said with a smile. With a false frown she said, "Bart, if you ever call me that again, I'll fire you -- unless we're around company people. Otherwise, I'm Meg to you. Do you understand?" "Yes, M'am. I mean, Meg." Grinning she said, "That's one." Meg tried to argue about who was paying for lunch, but I won out telling her that "No woman pays when she's with me and I don't care if she is my boss, Meg." That made her smile. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed a lunch as much as I did this one. Things were looking up. I wouldn't dare tell Sandy about the promotion, otherwise she would know that I had talked to Meg. That may alert her and Gregg - although I'm fast beginning to think that they're both too stupid or so wrapped up in each other to realize they're being watched and suspected by someone other than me. Up until now, Sandy and Gregg's flirting had been only at the parties, but very soon, I thought, it would be all the time. I needed to call Roger to find out who he hired to catch his wife. He himself had caught her, but he had been tipped off to go home. Roger gave me the number and I called and told the private investigator that I wanted it set up the same way he did Roger's. If it was found out that she was cheating, he would let me know where and when so that I would be the one who would spring the trap. I was pretty sure that if she was cheating on me, it would most likely be at my home. The P.I. had one of his guys follow her to the mall to keep an eye on her while he personally went into the house and wired it for video and sound as well as bugged the phone. Cameras in the bedrooms and family room should be enough I had told him. He agreed and was done and gone an hour before she got back home. He called me to let me know it was now recording. Now it was wait and see. It was a week later when the P.I. called to tell me so far nothing had went on -- a couple of phone calls from some guy named Gregg, but nothing happened except he was doing his damndest to talk her into trying his big cock as she had said that she had never had a really big one. Back at work, it was common knowledge we were expanding into Nevada, so when I told Sandy I would be gone for two or three days setting up an office, all she said was to have fun. I couldn't help thinking I bet you and Gregg will plan on having some fun -- right in my bed. I didn't want a confrontation, so I let it go. By this time I really didn't care if she was fucking Gregg or was going to. For the first time, I just wanted it over and done with one way or another. If she doesn't take advantage of me being gone to fuck him, she probably never will. I packed what clothes I thought I would need and set the bags by the front door. I was driving to Las Vegas as it wasn't really all that far compared to doing the airport thing. Plus, I would have my car and everything I would need would be with me. Sandy was still not saying much. I think she was devoting most of her thought power to Gregg and his big cock. Maybe when she's blowing him, he can fill her head with cum and give her a new brain, the one she has now seems to be broken. I left the house before she got up in the morning mostly so I didn't have to see or talk to her. I went across town and rented a room at the Budget Eight motel and moved my clothes in, went and had breakfast, then called my P.I. and told him I was all set up. I would be waiting for his call, that is, if Sandy and Gregg took advantage of my being out of town. Gregg had been informed of my going to Vegas by some of his loyal supporters in the office. His departments had been turned over to my department so that meant he didn't have one damn thing to do except walk around and harass people. He still wanted to know what I was doing and when, but had been informed he was no longer my boss, which seemed to really piss him off. Ch.04 A Big Surprise For Sandy And Gregg I called Meg and told her what was going on and she got to the motel room about a half hour after I had talked to the P.I. Now all we could do was wait and see what happened. We had both decided that if they didn't get together with me out of town, chances are they hadn't been together yet and it could be stopped. At 10:15a.m., the phone rang and we were told Gregg was on his way to my home. We could head in that direction, but to wait for a call telling us we could catch them in the act if we so chose. We stood up, looked at each other, and then I hugged Meg, saying that I was sorry it had to be my wife that Gregg had seduced. She said she was sorry it was her husband that had started chasing after my wife. Meg looked at me and said, "Who knows? It may turn out for the best," hugging me closer as she said it. I could only hope I knew what she had meant. We were parked two blocks from my home when we got the call. The P.I. informed us that it did seem that this was their first time in bed together. We could either go in now or back out and try to save our marriages. As we walked into the house, we could hear them in the master bedroom. He was telling her he wanted to fuck her in my bed. She said it didn't matter to her where he fucked her. She couldn't wait to feel his big cock after hearing so much about it. We stood in the family room and continued to listen to them. "Damn baby, you have nice tits," said Gregg, "and I bet that pussy is so tight after never having a cock any bigger than Bart's." "He's only about six inches or so," Sandy laughed. "Now let me see that big cock of yours!" "Damn Sandy, I can't hardly get my finger in your pussy it's so tight." "Oooh Gregg, yes finger me! God, that feels good - yyesss. Oh my God - it's been so long. I haven't let Bart fuck me since that last BBQ." He laughed saying, "You're a mean little bitch. You won't ever do that to me because once you've been fucked by me, you won't ever be able to say no and mean it." "Oohhh my God, Gregg. Finger fuck me! I'm cumming aaagh, ooohhhh!". Then Gregg said, "Get ready Baby, I'm gonna give you what you've been saying you wanted." "Gregg! Ouch! Ouch, it hurts! Oh my God, it's too big. Fuck! It hurts! Please stop, you're hurting me. Please no more! It feels like you're tearing me open. Stop it!" "You've been asking for it for a long time now. Shut up and take it. I'm going to fuck you with every inch of my cock. So far, you've barely got half of it in that sweet little pussy. Too bad it won't stay that way after fucking my big fat cock awhile. When it gets all stretched and loose, I'll have to find me another tight-cunted little wife." "Ugghh oohhh! No more you bastard! You said you loved me. Owww! God! No more, Gregg! I'm begging you!" "Fuck my big cock, bitch! Fuck it like you love it! Damn, it's so tight. I'm going to cum in you already. It's not over yet, slut. You haven't started liking it yet. I want to hear you beg me to fuck you with every inch of my big, bad cock. Can you feel my cock filling that tight pussy full of cum?" "Nnnnnoooo! Stop! Oh my God, please stop! It hurts so bad. No more, Gregg, please! I'm hurting bad. Your cock is just too big for me. I never would have done it if I had known. Please let me go. I'm sorry I teased you!" I took Meg's hand and led her down the hall to what was once my bedroom. Peeking into the bedroom, she hadn't noticed the Ruger Blackhawk 357 Magnum I was holding in my opposite hand. I held it pointed down at the floor. When we got to the door of the bedroom, I peeked around the door frame and saw that Gregg's back was to the door. He was so big on top of Sandy that you couldn't even see her. He was pushing his huge cock in and out of her, telling her that he was going to cum in her. She was screaming and crying - begging him to stop and now I could see why -- his cock was huge! The guys in porn videos had nothing on Gregg. Just as he pushed it all the way into her, growling "I'm cumming," I walked up behind him and pushed about a half-inch of the barrel into his ass and said, "If you move, the bullet will come out of the top of your fucking head. What you're feeling, you big dumb fuck, is the barrel of a 357 Magnum." Meg screamed when she saw the gun. "Oh God, Bart! Don't - please don't shoot him! He isn't worth it. You have too much to live for. Trust me, please!" I put my finger to my lips in a quiet sign letting her know I wasn't going to shoot him. I said, "Well, you two just couldn't let it go could you? Now look what you've done. Your bitch here is out on the street and unless I miss my guess, you're sitting right next to her on that curb." "What the fuck are you talking about?" yelled Gregg. "She won't ever divorce me. She loves my cock too much and besides, I get half of everything she has." Meg said, "That's where you're wrong on both counts, Gregg. First off, you signed a pre-nup right after the wedding saying that if you were ever caught cheating, you leave with only what you brought into the marriage, which I believe was around twelve thousand dollars. The way you love to spend money, that's only about two weeks worth." "And Gregg," she added, "as to loving your big cock you're so proud of, I did enjoy it when we first got married because you only used what I could take comfortably. But when you started doing to me what you did to Sandy just now, your cock is too big. Gregg, women can't take that much and enjoy it. What good is it if it doesn't feel good? I'll take Bart's size any day over yours," she said looking my way and smiling. Turning to me she said, "We have seen all we need to see here." Walking from the room, she turned and said to her husband, "Gregg, don't come home. Go clean out your desk and let me know where you'll be and I will have your stuff sent to you. I don't ever want to see you again." I gave the gun a push and Gregg yelped. Then I pulled it out saying, "As for you Sandy, you insisted it was only teasing and I guess you found out he wasn't teasing about his size. I do hope you learn to like and enjoy it as much as you thought you would - you deserve a prick like him." Drawing down my gun I added, "For right now, I want you both out of my house. You have two minutes or I call the cops. You can call and come by the house and get your stuff. I don't have time to mess with it. If you don't call, I'll throw it all in the trash bin." I hated what Sandy had done to me and I almost cried, but I didn't want to see her hurt. Losing everything would be hurt enough. When Gregg backed away from Sandy and his huge cock came out of her, she was bleeding quite badly. I said to Gregg, "You'd better get her to the hospital before she hemorrhages. She could die on you." Sandy was sobbing incoherently, begging me not to leave her there with him and wanting to work it out. "I'm sorry, Sandy. You wouldn't listen to me and I told you what the consequences were if you ever cheated on me, but no, you just had to do it so now live with it." Gregg was sitting on the edge of the bed glaring at Meg and I. I took her hand and Gregg screamed, "You've been fucking my wife, you dirty bastard!" at me and I looked back at him, smiling, not saying anything. As we walked out, we could hear him screaming at both of us. We smiled at each other and walked out of bedroom and down the hall towards the front door. I let go of Meg's hand, but she didn't let go of mine, so I closed mine back on hers. Did Meg and I get together? What do you think? Would you jump right back in after a mess like this? Life is good. I have a beautiful blond wife and a little boy and a little girl. We manage to spend a week away every three months and two weeks every six months. We take the kids when we go for a week, but we go alone when it's for two weeks. How do you suppose we got the two kids? The End