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A Good Wife

By: kenyamossdyme



"Oh, baby, damn, you feel so good!" Malcolm moaned as he slid his stiff and swollen cock into Alesha's pussy from behind. He gripped her hips and held her body up to support the pounding he was giving her. Pushing into her and pumping quickly and forcefully, he held still and let Alesha tighten her juicy walls around his cock, anticipating his next stroke.

"You know, you've got the best pussy I've ever had," he leaned over and breathed into her ear from behind. "I just love the way you grip me and squeeze me. Nobody does that like you, Alesha baby."

Alesha was shaking with pleasure as she craned her neck to hear his every word. She maneuvered her body around so she could see his face, she loved watching him loving her; she loved the expressions on his face. 

Sex with her husband was the most incredible, and she wanted to do everything he loved to give him the greatest pleasure he had known. As much as he pleased her, she wanted to please him with the same intensity. It was the one thing she knew they agreed on, that sex between them was exciting and toe-curling and she never found any reason to not want to enjoy the opportunity. Malcolm spent a great deal of time caressing and pleasing her body before he entered her, and even then, he made it a personal challenge to make sure she achieved a mind-numbing orgasm before he allowed himself to erupt deep within her slick tunnel. He always moaned in her ear terms of endearment and phrases of the nasty dirty things he wanted to do to her and what he wanted her to do to him. 

So if it was so good to them both and they were, by all accounts, sexually compatible in every way - why did he want to bring another woman into their bed? Alesha couldn't understand. She engaged him in every way and actively participated in his fantasies about having a threesome with a male coworker, or attending a swinger's party and having group sex in a room with strangers. She would tell him the dirtiest kinkiest stories she could think of while she slid her hands up and down on his stiff rod, getting him to the brink until he would grab her head and force her down to catch his fluid as it shot out of his cock. She would even whisper in his ear while he was sweaty and pounding between her legs held up in the air, she would craft for him a story of being spread out on his desk with his coworker bent over between her legs licking her pussy while she cried out in pleasure.

"Fuck me good, Daddy," Alesha cried out, egging him on. She knew that kind of talk really helped push him over; he loved for her to call him Daddy when he was deep inside of her.

She did it all for him, whatever fantasy he wanted, she went along with it, and if it was something she didn't know much about - like when he wanted to talk about having anal sex with her, something they had never done - she went on the internet to research it, read about it and watch videos, so she could better put together a sexy story to whisper at him while she was riding in his lap with his cock inside of her.

It was all good as long as it was just a fantasy. They could say and do whatever they wanted as they shared the nastiest and freakiest stories of things they knew they would never actually do. But when Malcolm dropped the idea in her lap, so to speak, Alesha froze mid-stroke. She had been on top, grinding and riding on his stiff cock and using her hands to rub and squeeze her nipples, putting on quite a show for her lovely man. Her head was thrown back with her thick Marley braids flying around her head and matted in sweat around her neck. She knew how she looked and she knew by the look in Malcolm's eyes that he appreciated her efforts. Suddenly, he reaches around her and starts rubbing her ass and slapping it gently, then pulling her down into him so he could raise his hips and force his cock deeper inside. The intensity of him going deeper caused her eyes to fly open and she moaned and looked down at him, their eyes locked, and that's when he asked her, "Do you know what would make this moment perfect?" 

Alesha couldn't speak, she was caught on the edge of an orgasm that began its descent from the very pit of her cervix and she was almost frightened at the intensity it promised. "What?" she breathed.

Malcolm hesitated a moment and then she thought she heard him say, "If Traci was sitting on my face right now, and I had my tongue inside her sweet pussy." As soon he got out the sentence, his cock started quivering and Alesha began her climax at the same time. But she froze at his words and her body stopped moving while the climax rippled up through her body and took her breath away. Malcolm was groaning as his cock spurted out ripplets of cum deep inside of his wife. He was totally unaware of the fact that she had stopped moving, since he could feel her pussy vibrating in an orgasm; he knew she was there with him. He didn't open his eyes until he had finished emptying inside of her and caught his breath. When he opened his eyes, Alesha was staring at him.

"What did you say?" she asked, wide eyed, her heart beating hard in her chest.

Malcolm smiled and slid his hands up to her breast, where he began massaging them both in small circles. That usually melted her resolve and helped him avoid any argument that might be brewing. This time he could tell it would be different.

"I was just saying, you know how we talked about doing a threesome, I just thought that if we did it, we would want somebody we could trust, right?" Malcolm wet the tip of his index finger with his tongue and moved it back and forth across her nipple. "That's not something you can just do with anybody, right?" He flashed that wide bold smile at her with his perfectly straight white teeth. Then he licked his other index finger and started on the other nipple; soon he was rolling both nipples between his fingers in tandem. But Alesha was no longer aroused; she was disturbed by the mention of her best friend sitting on her husband's face.

"I thought...I thought that was just one of our fantasies, you know, one of our stories that we tell each other for excitement," she spoke softly, feeling the dread building in her stomach.

Malcolm chuckled. "It was a fantasy, but why can't we make it happen? We have a lot of fantasies, we can't make them all come true, I know that, but why not make just one come true?" He raised his upper body off the bed and started licking her nipple, slipping it into his mouth and sucking on it. "Mmmmm, I love your nipples. You know I love you, right?"

For the first time, Alesha wasn't joining him in his game. She sat very still and stiffened her back, not giving in to him as she usually would. She usually would raise her hands to run through his hair while he played with her nipples, she would moan and whisper his name to let him know how good he made her feel. But not this time. She wasn't letting him off that easily. Was he serious?

"What's the problem?" Malcolm asked. "I figured if we do it with somebody you can trust then it's all good. We can trust Traci, don't you think so?"

"That's not the point, Malcolm," Alesha said finally. "Of course I trust her, but I can't let you fuck my best friend! This is crazy!"

Malcolm pulled her head down to meet his lips and kissed her deeply, probing her mouth with his tongue; Alesha's body betrayed her by moaning into his kiss. She didn't want to give in but he had that kind of hold on her and she always wanted to make him happy. She'd never considered that there might be limits to how far she would go. They'd never tested the limits. Anything they had not done was simply because they just had not done it yet, not because she ever said no.

Malcolm broke the kiss and grabbed her hair, forcing her to look into his eyes. "That's just it - we make LOVE, I make LOVE to you, I LOVE you, we LOVE each other. I wanna FUCK her." And then he plunged his tongue into her mouth again. 

Alesha felt his cock twitch and began to swell as he became aroused again. It didn't escape her attention that his own words had excited him. He was hard again and her body was still holding his stream from minutes earlier. 

"But...but, we FUCK too!" She said weakly, feeling her resolve melt as his cock rose up to press into her belly.

He reached one hand between them and aimed the head of his cock toward her pussy and took his other hand and pressed on her ass to pull her into him. He slid inside smoothly as she was still wet from their last session.

"Not like I wanna fuck her," he said, looking right into her eyes as he went in as far as he could go.

Alesha didn't want to feel good at that moment but she couldn't stop it. His words scared her and excited her at the same time. A voice inside of her head screamed, what the fuck are you saying to me? And she wanted to be angry, she wanted to slap his face, but she watched his eyes roll up in the back of his head as he began making love to her, and she could no longer fight the passion that she felt for this man. No matter how outrageous his words were, that he wanted to fuck her best friend in a way different than the way he had her, she knew above all that she loved him and would do anything for him. She was insulted, and offended, but at the same time she felt powerful. And she realized how insane that concept was - to feel powerful in the face of her man telling her that he wanted another woman. She felt powerful because he included her and asked her to agree and he didn't go behind her back and cheat like so many other men would do. 

She wouldn't lose her man the way her mother lost hers. She wouldn't have Malcolm Jr. and Ebony growing up in a home without a father.

She wrapped her arms around his back and held on tightly, thinking, this is MY man, and I must give him anything he needs.

A Good Wife Ch. 02: Alesha and Traci



"I can't stop giggling!" exclaimed Alesha. "Everything you do tickles!" 

Traci rolled her eyes. "Look, if we're gonna do this then you have to cooperate. It's not gonna be comedy hour, damn!" 

"I know, it's just weird, I can't get serious!" Alesha giggled again. 

Traci rose up and looked at her. "Look, this was YOUR idea; I'm doing this for YOU and your freaky husband. It's not new to me but I'm trying to help you so you don't look like a rape victim when we're doing it. Geez, I can't believe you've never made out with a girl! What the hell were you doing while you were playing girl's basketball?" 

"What do you mean - I was playing basketball!" laughed Alesha. 

"I mean, didn't you players ever get down in the shower after a game?" asked Traci. 

Alesha howled. "Why would we do that? Who does that?" 

"Everybody does that! You're all in the shower soaping up, all of those hard nipples popping out in the lather, " Traci uses her finger to stroke Alesha's nipple as she talks. "You look across the shower and see who is checking you out, who's got the same thing on their mind. You catch the eye of that hot ass center point left fielder with the nice bubble butt-" 

"What's a center point left fielder?" asked Alesha. 

"Hell, I don't know! Whatever those positions are, shut up and listen!" replied Traci. She slips Alesha's robe completely off of her shoulder and pushes her back on the bed. "Damn, you have a hot ass body yourself, girlie! Didn't know you were hiding all of this!" Traci slides her hand across Alesha's flat stomach, stopping at the top of her clean shaven mound. "Niiiiiiice," she murmured. "This won't be much of a chore for me at all." She licked her lips and said softly, "You've grown nicely since we were young." 

Alesha squirmed under her soft touch. It surprised her when she felt herself stirring inside at the touch of her best friend. Traci's hands moved up and down her torso, then moved up to caress and massage both her breasts. Alesha caught her breath as she watched Traci wet her fingers and lean in to stroke Alesha's nipples as she continued her story. 

"As I was saying...that one player with the long hair that she keeps up in a ponytail - she's got a big round ass like a video vixen, like what's her name - Lila -" 

"Who?" Alesha interrupted. 

"Lila? Isn't that her name? The really pretty one, she's from the islands," Traci rolled her eyes. "She RAPS now! You know who I'm talking about! Hell, I don't even watch videos!" 

Alesha started laughing. "You mean Lola!" 

"Yeah, whatever, same difference - just picture somebody with a big fake ass, okay?" Traci bent to Alesha's ear and continued. "You've always had a hard time keeping your eyes off it, and now you see her right across from you rubbing lather all over that fatty." She ran her tongue around the outside of Alesha's ear then gently nipped at the earlobe. 

Alesha was feeling aroused and her breath quickened. She's seducing me! She thought to herself. How strange that I like it! She relaxed and raised her head closer to nuzzle Traci. With her robe lying open and Traci's hands traveling up and down her naked body, Alesha found herself moving slowly under her touch as she tried to silently urge Traci to linger in some spots. She was ready for Traci to touch her there. It was a little intimidating at first but ever since Traci had texted her this morning and told her the plans for them to 'practice' today, Alesha had been tingling with nervous excitement. 

Traci told her in the text message that she had kept Baby Alesha from her nap this morning, so that she would be certain to sleep over Alesha's house, and she suggested that Alesha do the same with her kids so they could all sleep at the same time. When Traci arrived, they gave both babies their warm baths and Alesha gave Ebony a bottle while Traci breastfed Baby Alesha. Then, according to plan, both babies closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep. Malcolm Jr. had the last bath and then he was put into his bed with the rail raised and locked while he played with his musical rings on his way to sleep. 

Alesha was even aroused and excited at watching Traci stick her nipple into Baby Alesha's mouth. She sat across from her holding Ebony's bottle and squeezing her thighs together at the sight of Traci's full swollen breast giving sustenance to the child named after her. The baby's tiny hands clamped onto the fleshy tit while her mouth made sucking noises around the fat dark nipple. Alesha's eyes were locked on the other bare breast as the milk dripped and flowed from the nipple onto the towel draped across her lap. Traci would switch the baby from one breast to the other, but when Baby Alesha got going really good on one, the other would ooze teasingly with warm drops of milk. Alesha had visions of herself crawling across the floor and sticking out her tongue to catch it, then slowly licking the wet nipple. It was a vision that both shocked and excited her, but it was all the fault of the promises made in Traci's texts. 

One text read, "Do u like it wen Malcolm eats u out?" 

Alesha didn't know how to respond, she just sat staring at her phone. 

"Hello? R u there?" asked Traci. 

Alex finally texted back, her hands trembling, "Well, yeah." 

"Gud. Then I'm going 2 sho u how much btr it is wen a woman does it." 

Alesha stared at her phone screen again, her hands still. Traci continued. 

"U will b the best wif ever wen we put on this sho 4 Malcolm!" 

Alesha felt herself getting wet between her legs. She might have leaned back and started stroking her clitoris had it not been for the kids across the room! But she was definitely ready for her lesson. 

By the time Traci arrived an hour later, she was like a small child herself, following Traci around the house, doing whatever she told her to do without question. Now the kids were sleeping and she figured they had at best an hour so she'd better not waste it. 

Traci kissed her from her ear over to her lips, where she pressed her tongue inside her mouth and licked around so gently and sweetly, as if Alesha was her lover. She wondered if Traci was imagining that she was the father of her baby, the last man that she'd known Traci to be with and love. 

The two women kissed each other passionately, pulling away and looking into each other's eyes every few seconds, then ducking back in to join their lips again. Their tongues wiped across each other and they moaned at the pleasure that awakened inside of them. Alesha arched her back and used her arms to pull Traci into her. Traci, who was also wearing a robe, reached quickly to untie the belt and expose her naked body so she could touch the skin against Alesha. Her breasts were much larger than Alesha's due to her breastfeeding the baby; Alesha brought her hands up and caressed the soft skin along the side of Traci's breasts. 

Suddenly, Traci dipped her head down and held her mouth above the nipple of Alesha breast, just holding it there and looking up into her eyes while she spoke. "So this girl with the nice ass, she comes over to you and starts rubbing in the soapy lather on your body." She takes the nipple into her mouth and sucks it hard, nibbling a bit with her teeth, then pulls out and licks slowly across the top. "She presses your back against the shower wall and starts rubbing both of your titties with the soap, pulling on the nipples, making them long and hard." 

Alesha closed her eyes and imagined the action as Traci described it in vivid detail. Her nipple is rock hard now and straining upward for Traci to take it again. Traci sucks on one while rolling the other between her fingers as she talks. 

"The other girls in the shower have started watching. They've seen it before but they've never seen you get off in there, they've all been wondering when you would get initiated!" Traci chuckled, and switched to the other nipple. 

"So this girl - let's call her Shawna - Shawna takes the shower head and uses it to wash away the soap from these beautiful buds. Then she bends over and starts sucking on them. The other girls have made a circle around you, watching." Traci is pushing both of her breasts together and swiping her tongue back and forth across both nipples. 

Alesha frantically moves her hips up and down, reaching for her orgasm, but she doesn't want to come yet because she knows there's more in store. She uses one hand to stroke Traci's back and the other to hold on to the back of Traci's head, urging her to not stop playing with her sensitive nipples. 

Traci starts a trail of kisses down her stomach where she dips her tongue inside Alesha navel. 

"Shawna gets down on her knees, with the water pouring over your bodies, and she pushes your legs open. Now you're standing spread-eagle against the wall." Traci continues kissing downward, using her fingers to stroke along Alesha's thighs. "Shawna starts to lick your pussy, up and down, dipping her tongue in and out, tickling your little pink bud inside." 

Traci licks softly along the lips of Alesha's labia, causing her to push herself up from the bed and beg for more. Her lips vibrated against her soft wet flesh as she told her sexy story. "The crowd goes wild!" she said, laughing. 

"Ahhhhhhhh, oh goodness!" cried Alesha, as Traci pushed her tongue in to stroke the side of her clit. She moved it slowly all around, circling it, without touching directly on the top, knowing that pressure would be too great. Then she concentrated on one side and licked more forcefully. 

She moved her head back and looked up across Alesha's flat belly, up into her eyes. She took one hand and slid it up to play with her breast. "Shawna is licking you so good, your eyes are closed and your head is thrown back against the wall. You know everybody is watching. One of the other girls steps in and starts sucking on your nipple while Shawna is licking you. Owwwwww!" 

Traci takes two fingers and slides them inside of her wet hole, bending it slightly so she can hit that certain spot where she begins to rub. She never lets up licking her clit and Alesha is holding her head and grinding her hips against her face, moaning intensely. 

"Oh, God, Traci!" she cried out as a powerful eruption let loose inside of her. Alesha grinds her hips frantically and Traci thinks to herself, she looks beautiful right now! Alesha has her head buried back in the pillow, her robe splayed open and her chest heaving. Her mouth is gaped open and her tongue dashes in and out as she is caught up in her climax. Traci continues to lick and rub inside of the wetness of Alesha pussy, keeping her eyes on Alesha's face. 

When the shudders stop, she slows down and removes her tongue but not her finger, she can feel Alesha's walls tighten and quake around her fingers. She kisses Alesha on her thigh, then sucks a bit of the skin to leave a hickey to mark her spot. 

"Wasn't that nice?" Traci asked her. "And see, we don't have to get married, you're not a lezzzbo now," she laughed as she exaggerated the word. "It was just pleasure between two friends." She pulled herself up Alesha's body and kissed her, sliding her tongue into Alesha's mouth so she could taste her own fluids. "Do you like that taste?" She asked her. 

Alesha nodded weakly. 

"I wanna do you," she whispered. 

"You wanna try? That would make the show even better if we do each other," Traci responded. "But I didn't want to push you since you're new at this..." 

Alesha sat up and pushed Traci over on her back, then straddled her naked body. 

Looking down at her, she exclaimed, "Wow, I see why the guys love you. You are hot!" She was getting more comfortable with this girl on girl play and she wanted to perform as well as Traci. She was fascinated with Traci's huge breasts that looked like cantaloupes. 

"I should have breastfed so I could have big boobs like these. I bet Malcolm would like that," She leaned over and lightly stroked the sides of Traci's breasts. "I bet he's going to really like playing with these when we have our threesome." 

"You wanna taste?" Traci squeezed her breasts and pumped the fleshy part until she forced milk out of the nipple. "Oooooh, there you go, lick it." She offered her breast to Alesha, holding it in her hand. 

Alesha bent over and licked the yellowish milk from the nipple as Traci moaned. "Suck it," she commanded, and grabbed the back of Alesha's head. 

Alesha took the nipple in her mouth and pulled on it slowly, savoring the sensation of the warm milk squirting into her mouth. She knew how to nurse, she had tried to nurse both of her babies when they were born but couldn't do it successfully, so she knew not to suck on just the nipple but also the dark part of the nipple in order to activate the milk ducts. She was able to get a steady stream of milk gushing into her mouth and she trembled as it hit the back of her throat. It was so warm and mildly sweet, but knowing it was coming from the woman who just licked her to an incredible orgasm made it taste even better. 

Alesha moved from one breast to the other, sucking the sweet goodness from the nipple and massaging the other. She was so turned on again, she ground herself against Traci's lower body and Traci rose up to meet her. 

"I wanna taste you now...down there," said Alesha shyly. 

"Go for it babe!" Traci replied with a smile. 

Alesha positioned herself between Traci's legs and stared at her pussy. It was shaved except for a thin strip of fine brown fuzz that outlined her slit. Alesha pressed her nose to it and inhaled, then kissed her lips. "Mmmmm, this is kinda nice," she said as Traci wiggled herself at her face. 

Alesha took her two fingers and spread her open so she could look at her. Despite having one of her own, she had never really seen a vagina, especially not this close, and especially one that she was so aroused by. She was fascinated by the glistening folds and the little swollen pink bud that seemed to beg for her to kiss it. She went closer and gently sucked the clit into her mouth, then held her mouth over it, letting her warm breath envelop it. 

She kissed it softly over and over, then slid her tongue down and pushed it inside of Traci's hole, wiggling it around. Traci squirmed and cried out, "Fuck me with your tongue." 

Alesha obliged and moved her tongue in and out, lifting Traci's legs up over her shoulders so she could settle in for the job. She wet her finger and used it to tickle Traci's clit while she tongue-fucked her. 

"Ohhh, you're pretty good at this - are you sure this is your first time, girl?" 

Alesha giggled and raised herself to slide up Traci's body. "I wanna try something," she whispered. She moved until she could press her pussy against Traci's and she began to grind against her. 

"Ahhhhh, yes that's nice," cooed Traci. "I've done this before, we used to call it scissoring! Feels good." 

Alesha opened her legs and straddled Traci, twisting her body in a way that allowed her to press her pussy against Traci in the perfect way - their labias pressed open and their clits were rubbing against each other. 

"Oh my God, this is so good! It feels like your tongue!" exclaimed Alesha, excitedly. Traci reached around and grabbed Alesha's ass and pressed her closer, guiding her movements as they ground into each other. Alesha kissed Traci passionately and they both began to quiver with ecstasy. 

"I'm cumming, oh yes!" cried Traci. 

Alesha was riding the wave of another orgasm, amazed at how soft, wet and firm Traci's clit felt rubbing against hers. It was like a little tiny tongue, and she was rubbing herself into a climax, the same way she used to masturbate when she was younger. She would lay on her stomach with her hand furiously working beneath her, stroking herself until she buried her face in the pillow and climaxed. 

Traci began to shake and she raised her hips to pull Alesha even closer. "Ahhhhhh, oh yes, that's it, don't stop!" She could feel her juices flow and soak the sheet beneath her. "I'm so wet!" 

Alesha buried her face in Traci's neck and started to climax herself. She licked along her best friend's neck and her body began to shake as she reached a tremendously satisfying orgasm. She was breathless in pleasure and even as she felt the vibrations rolling through her body, she knew she wanted to do this again and again. 

It was different than when Malcolm entered her with his glorious thick rod, which she loved. This was so different but just as fulfilling. She heard Traci's voice echoing in her head about how women could please each other when a man wasn't around. She was looking forward to their upcoming tryst with Malcolm and trembled with excitement for what was previously scary, now she eagerly anticipated. 

What a difference a day makes.



A Good Wife Shouldn't Cheat



A GOOD wife wouldn't fuck around - my ending to Sally Tart's A Good Wife Shouldn't Drink

http://www.literotica.com/s/a-good-wife-shouldnt-drink

Sally Tart shows us the collapse of a marriage, and the downfall of a stupid little slut, who gets caught up in the idea of screwing around with a big dick. The guy after her is of course, younger, handsome, has a foot long cock and is best friends with the husband.

Our genius cheating wife has unprotected sex, the best of her life, and gets knocked up. Her husband has had a vasectomy. That's where the original story ends. 

One major issue I have with the story is the kids. In the beginning they say they are married 17 years and have two teenage kids. After the second, Marty got his vasectomy. Where are the kids in the story? If we figure they are somewhere around 16 and 14 years old, you think they'd be somewhere. At the weekend parties at their house, when everything is going on, where are the kids and their friends? On Marty's birthday, there's no family party, the husband and wife go out partying in the city, Sam and the Wife have screaming loud crazy sex all night long, and leave a passed out woman in the car outside. But no kids? Where the hell are the kids? Have they died, and she just forgot to tell us, because they're nowhere to be seen, other than to tell us they exist. Details like that irritate me. Sally never even gave the kids names or a sex. I'm gonna call them Eric, the oldest at sixteen, and Donna, the fourteen year old.

Also, they seem to live in a vacuum. No other friends or family. They have parties, but the only people there seem to be Sam and his latest girlfriend. When Sam leaves, they clean up. Nobody else is every mentioned. The wife doesn't seem to have a job, and no social life outside of the family and going to the gym. The way the author writes the story, there is nobody in the world, but the married couple, Sam and his date du jour. 

This is a weird one. She behaves badly, but I don't think she's a horrible person. Her husband liked showing her off, and put an irresistible temptation in front of her, and didn't protect her. The lover was evil, and an experience seducer. She fell. The question here is how far.

This is not a BTB tale, but her infidelity has strong and lasting repercussions. I expect to be raked over the coals for this one. Enjoy.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.

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I knew I had to tell him some time. That morning I'd taken the pregnancy test, and I couldn't deny it any longer. I was pregnant. It wasn't my husband's.

The guilt was killing me. The fact that Sam was still coming around, and trying to feel me up when Marty wasn't looking was even worse. He wanted more, and there was no way we were going there. I couldn't help but recall the night spent with Sam, and the feelings he'd ignited. But I was a good wife, with one minor exception.

"Stop it," I'd hissed at him when he was over that afternoon. Marty had left the room, and Sam hadn't waited five seconds to stick his hand between my legs.

"When are we going to get together again, Jackie?" he asked.

"Never!" I said, pushing his hand away. "It was a mistake, and it is never going to happen again."

"Come on, don't be that way. You loved it and you know it. Those screams weren't fake," he smirked.

"I was drunk, and you're a complete asshole for hitting on your friend's wife. If he found out, he'd kill both of us."

Sam made a grab for my tit. "No he wouldn't. He'd whine and cry, and take you back, and probably apologize for not being man enough to keep you. He wouldn't stand a chance against me, and you know it."

I'd had enough. I might have been stupid once, and the sex may have been incredible, but I wasn't that kind of woman. I slapped him across the face as hard as I could, and when I saw his shocked look, I did it again, screaming at him. "Get your fucking hands off of me, you complete asshole!"

Marty caught the end of my tirade, and stepped into the room. "Sam. I think it's best that you leave. I don't like you upsetting me wife."

Sam stood, wearing a stupid smirk, and a nice red hand-print. "We were just kidding around. You need to teach your wife how to take a joke, man."

"Please leave," Marty said, and I could tell he was angry.

Sam shrugged. "Sure, let me know when she gets over her little snit."

Afterward, Marty sat down beside me on the couch. "What happened?"

I was stuck. How much could I actually tell him? "He . . . he won't leave me alone. He keeps touching me, he-he—" It was too much. I ran to the bedroom, locked the door and collapsed on the bed. My life was ruined. All because I got drunk and stupid.

I heard Marty knock on the door, and try the handle. He called my name out softly, but I couldn't face him. Not then. Not yet. How could I explain? I was pregnant, and the child wasn't his. My family was going to disown me. 

Once I calmed down, I knew what I had to do. I pulled down the two largest suitcases from the top of the closet, and started packing my clothing. I picked out a half-dozen of my least sleazy panties and packed those, throwing all the rest away. They were a big part of what had gotten me in so much trouble. The stocking and garters went with them, as well as my shortest dresses and skirts. 

I was almost done, when I heard Marty at the door again. "Go away, please Marty," I said, trying to stop from crying.

I was surprised when the door opened. Marty had unlocked it. He looked at me, and the suitcases. "What's going on Jackie?"

I couldn't help it. The tears started flowing. "You deserve better than me, Marty. I'm sorry. I'm going to go to my parent's if they'll let me stay with them. We'll talk about how to deal with the kids later. I'm sorry."

His arm was around me, hugging me. "Tell me what's wrong. Does this have anything to do with Sam this afternoon?"

"Please, Marty. Let me go. I don't want to hurt you anymore. I'm a bad wife. I'm sorry."

"Damn it, Jackie! Stop apologizing and tell me what's wrong? Have I done something? Is there someone else, another man you've fallen in love with?" 

I could see how upset he was getting. "No, Marty. I love nobody but you, but I've screwed up. I've messed everything up." I collapsed onto the bed, sobbing. "I'm pregnant, Marty. Almost four weeks."

The look he gave me almost stopped my heart. I'd never seen such a look of disgust and anger. "Sam? Was that what this was all about?"

I nodded. "Four weeks ago, on your birthday. When we went out dancing. We all got drunk, you passed out. Sam fucked me. It was the only time, but it was enough."

"Did he force you?" Marty asked through gritted teeth.

I shook my head. "He . . . he pressured me, but he didn't force me. I said no a lot, but in the end I went along with it, and I didn't stop him. I was drunk, and he was insistent."

Marty started pacing the room, and I almost peed myself when he turned and drove his fist through the wall. This was a part of Marty I'd never seen before. "God Damn it, Jackie!" he screamed. "You knew what kind of guy he was. You couldn't say no?"

"I was drunk, Marty. He, he kept teasing me, rubbing his big cock against me, telling me dirty things. I was drunk and horny, and I screwed up. I told him it was a mistake, but he won't leave me alone now." I thought about sharing the blame. Telling him it was his fault for making me dress slutty. The stupid role-playing in bed. If he'd stayed sober and awake it wouldn't have happened. But in the end, I couldn't blame anybody but myself. If I was honest with myself, I was interested, excited, and I let it happen. I didn't stop it from starting, and I let it keep going. I even let the bastard fuck me in my own bed, next to my husband. Hell, at the end I was begging for it.

"So that's it? You fucked around and now you're leaving me? Going to him, are you? You know he'll dump you; you're just a notch on his belt." The look he gave me was devastating. Nothing but disgust.

"No, baby. You have to believe me. I know what he's like. I don't love him, I don't even like him. I want nothing more to do with him. I told you, I'm going home to my parents, if they'll let me, after they find out what a disappointment I am. You deserve better than me, Marty. You don't need a stupid slut carrying someone else's baby."

He was stomping back and forth, agitated, and he stopped right in front of me. I looked up and saw him gazing down at me, tears in his eyes. "Why, Jackie? Wasn't I enough for you? Aren't I a good husband?"

"God, don't think that way, Marty! You're a great husband. The only thing you did wrong was drink too much and leave me with him."

"Then why?"

I kept asking myself the same question. "I was curious. His girlfriend's kept bragging about how big he was, how great he was in bed. He kept teasing me with it, rubbing it against me when we were dancing, telling me all the things I needed to hear, how attractive I was, how hot, how much he wanted me. I got drunk and let my defenses down, and you were passed out, unable to protect me. I wasn't looking for it, but I couldn't stop it once it started. I'm sorry I'm so weak. I never meant for it to happen."

He just stared at me, silent. I waited for him to start screaming at me, telling me what a slut I was. A stupid little whore. Cheating wife. I knew the phrases, I'd said them to myself enough times. The wait was agonizing, I just hoped he wouldn't hurt me too badly. I saw how he hit the wall. I never saw his anger manifest itself that way. I was terrified, but I'd take it. I deserved it. 

A good wife didn't get drunk. A good wife didn't fuck around. A good wife didn't get knocked up by her husband's friend. 

"Unpack," he said.

"But Marty—"

"Unpack!" he snapped. "I'll be downstairs. I need some time to digest this. To figure out what we're going to do. Who else knows?"

"Nobody. I couldn't say anything, I was too ashamed. Nobody but us."

"Us and Sam, that fucking bastard," Marty growled.

"And Sam," I admitted.

He turned his back on me, "Unpack, clean up this mess, and meet me downstairs when you're ready."

~ * ~ * ~

It was a long, painful evening. I explained the night, and when he wanted details, I tried to be honest, without hurting him. I didn't deny that I enjoyed the sex, and that there was a lot of it. I even confessed to doing it in the bed next to him. His face was so red, the veins in his forehead looked like they were about to burst. I couldn't, I just couldn't, tell him how I'd involved him, how Sam had wanted to humiliate him. 

I was hurt when he asked me how many other men there had been, and how often I'd met with Sam. I think he believed me when I assured him there had been no other men, and Sam had zero chance of ever being with me again.

I was afraid Marty would get drunk, but he was drinking coffee. "I'm sorry I invited him into our lives, Jackie. I knew what kind of man he was. I believed him when he assured me it was all only teasing, and he would never screw over a friend. That was my mistake."

I nodded. 

"I've been drinking too much. I can see that contributed to the problem. I'm pretty sure Sam went out of his way to get me as drunk as possible, but I could have stopped. I passed out on my own birthday. Obviously, it's a problem. I'll deal with it."

I wasn't going to argue, and I could tell he had more to say.

He gave a big sigh, and looked at me with such disappointment I wanted to curl up in a ball and die. "None of that excuses what you did."

"I know. Don't you think I see that? I'm not blaming any of it on you. I knew what he was, and what he wanted. I didn't stop him. Once it started, I was an enthusiastic participant, I'm ashamed to say. There's no excuse."

He looked at me long and hard. "What do you want now, Jackie? Do you want a divorce? Are you going to abandon your family, and explore your big cock options, now that I'm no longer enough?"

God, I'd hurt him. I could hear it in his voice. "Don't say that! Please, you're all I want, all I've ever wanted. I want my husband and family, but I don't see how. I'm pregnant, Marty. I'm an adulteress, who got knocked up. I'm almost 36 years old, and I'm a cliché." I broke down crying as I realized my own plight. "I'll be almost sixty years old before my child leaves home. I've ruined everything."

"I won't raise another man's child, Jackie. I can't. You need to understand that. I love you, and I want to be with you, but there's no way I'm going to stare at the evidence of your adultery every day for the next 19 years. I can't do it."

"But what can I do, Marty?"

"It's your decision. The way I see it, you have one of three choices. You can have an abortion, you can carry it to term and give it up for adoption, or you can keep the baby and raise it with your next husband."

When he said next husband, the truth hit me like an oncoming freight train. The next thing I knew, he was lifting me off the floor, and carrying me to the couch. His arms felt so good around me. So warm and caring. I was afraid that once I'd told him I'd never feel them again.

He held me in his lap, and I looked up to see the tears rolling down his face. "What a mess," he murmured softly, stroking my hair.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'd do anything to turn back time and stop it."

"It's gonna kill the kids," he said. "They know we can't have children. How do you think they're going to take your pregnancy? What kind of message are we sending them?"

All I could do was cry.

~ * ~ * ~

He helped me pack the second time. He understood my need to go home, to decide what I was going to do.

"Do you really want to keep me?" I asked, for the hundredth time.

He rolled his eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you? I love you, and you're the mother of my children. The kids need their Mom. Things will have to change, and you need to know that if it ever happens again, there won't be a second chance, but I can forgive you this once. What I can't, and won't do is raise another man's child."

At the airport, he gave me a long hug. "Don't be too long. I miss you already," he said.

"Do you still love me, Marty? After everything?"

He gave me a soul-penetrating kiss. "I love you. I'll always love you."

"Give the kids my love. I'll call when I get there. I'm sorry, and I love you more than anything. Thank you for giving me a second chance."

I boarded the plane with tears in my eyes, and an upset stomach. I had morning sickness. I had made a mess of my life.

~ * ~ * ~

My parents were understandably shocked and upset. My father wouldn't speak to me for two days. My sister came by on the third and she and Mom read me the riot act.

I knew the right thing to do for my family was to have an abortion, but I didn't believe in them, nor did my family. It wasn't the baby's fault that I was a fuck-up. I knew that's what Marty wanted, although he never said as much. He knew the way I felt.

I also knew I couldn't imagine my life without Marty and the kids. If I kept the baby, it meant divorce, and probably an ugly one. I wouldn't abandon my children, I'd need them. Was it fair to break up the family, and force them to live on half-wages? I hadn't had a job in years, and wouldn't be able to earn anywhere near what Marty did. I didn't doubt that Marty would treat me well, whatever happened, but both our lives would be a mess, and what would happen to me, once the kids were in college? When he said he wouldn't raise another man's kid, I'm pretty certain he wouldn't pay child support for them either.

The kids didn't seem to see any big deal with me leaving to spend time with the family. They'd talk with me for a few minutes if they were home, but they always seemed eager to do something else. I was feeling desperately lonely and depressed. 

It had been almost a week, when I called and told him what I had decided. We'd already been through the daily chat, talking about what was going on in our lives. Of course I never had much to say, but I heard about the kids activities, and his work.

"I think I've made a decision," I said nervously.

I waited for him to respond, but all I heard was quiet. "Marty? Are you there? I said I made a decision."

"Go on," is all he said.

"I . . . I'm gonna have the baby. I'll give it up for adoption. I'm still young enough where there shouldn't be any health issues. Our insurance should cover everything."

"I see," he said quietly. "You're gonna bring that asshole's kid into the world, with no thought about your family."

I knew it would be difficult. "Baby, this is hard for me. We've gone over it and over it here. I can't kill a baby. You know how I feel about abortion."

"And you know how I feel about adultery and raising another man's child."

"But you won't! I'll be giving it up for adoption."

"For the last five weeks I've been raising another man's child. It's taken you away from us. I'll be paying for its care, its doctor appointments, and hospital bills.I'll be losing you to that bastard's child."

I really thought he'd be happier about it. I'd chosen him, our family. "It's the best choice, Marty. Eight months from now it'll be behind us."

"You gonna stay there, or do you want me to find you an apartment," he said.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I'd already purchased my ticket home. "No, I'm coming back to you. You and the kids."

"I don't want you here. I told you I didn't want the kids exposed to seeing you pregnant with another man's child. I don't like the message you're sending them. It's wrong. I won't have them looking at me knowing I'm a willing cuckold. That I can't take care of business. That their mother is a cheating slut."

"Be reasonable, Marty. I can't stay here. I need to have my kids around me. I need you, I miss you."

"Not enough, I guess, to do the right thing. It's your choice Jackie. But I'm not going to roll over. If you come back, I'm leaving. I won't be shamed and humiliated in front of my kids. We can work out the divorce details when you get back."

"But I don't want a divorce! I made a mistake, but I'm trying to do the right thing for all of us. You have to understand—"

"I understand perfectly well. You want to have Sam's child. You want me to be Ok with it. You want our kids to see your belly get big with that bastard. You probably figure we're going to get attached to it, and eight months from now you'll tell me you want to keep it. It's not going to happen."

"This is crazy, Marty. I'm coming home the day after tomorrow. We can talk about it. You'll see this is the best decision for all of us. I love you, and need you now."

"I won't be here. I'll find an apartment. You're going to have to find a job, I'm not paying you a penny more than the courts require, and if I find that it's too much, I'll leave and find a job in another state."

"Damn it, Marty! Stop it! We're not getting a divorce. Who's going to hire a pregnant woman anyway? And I know there's no way you're leaving your kids behind. We can get past this."

"Oh, I'm already past it. And you're right. I won't be leaving the kids behind when I leave."

I could hear the anger in his voice, and knew that any more talk would make it even worse. "Just remember I love you, Marty. Only you. I'm doing this for us."

He laughed. He laughed at me. "For us. Right. Just remember what I said. I'm not going to raise another man's child. Not even for eight months. I won't have you flaunting your infidelity in front of the children. If you come back here pregnant, I'm leaving, and I'll tell the children exactly why."




A Good Wife Shouldn't Cheat



Would my nightmare never end? All because I drank too much and acted like a slut for one night. I was good wife, I didn't deserve this. "I'm gonna go. I'll talk to you later. I love you, and I'm sorry things are working out this way."

"It's your choice, Jackie. It's been your choice every step of the way. This time you can't blame it on being drunk."

He hung up. He didn't tell me he loved me or missed me, he hung up on me.

I cried myself to sleep that night, and wondered when it was ever going to get better.

~ * ~ * ~

It was a difficult talk with the parents. None of the talks seemed to get any easier. My mother was pissed at my husband. My father was equally angry with me. My sister had left, reminding me that I was ruining my own life, as if I didn't know that. 

I made the call that night, nervous and scared. I wanted to do right, but I didn't want to lose everything.

"Hello Jackie," I heard my husband say.

"Hi baby. I miss you so much, I miss all of you."

"The kids miss you too."

I noticed he didn't say he missed me. I could tell he was still angry. "Honey, how would it work if I stayed here until I had the baby?"

At least he didn't yell at me right away. "Is that what you want to do?" he asked.

"No. I want to go home, but if that's not going to work, I can stay here. I don't want to break up our family. I don't want to hurt anyone more than I already have."

"And your parents are Ok with this?"

"Ok might me too strong a word. They're very unhappy with me, but they are willing to support me through this. Just until I have the baby."

The phone was silent for a while. "Have you thought about what we're going to tell the kids?"

"I did. I thought I'd tell them that I was staying with Grandma and Grandpa to help them out. That I'm going to school while I'm here, and I'm very busy."

"School? You're planning on going to school?"

"I thought that while I was here, I could update my schooling, and maybe get a teaching certificate. Once I've taken the coursework and have my certificate, all I'd need to do is take the certification test when I get back home."

"When did you decide you wanted to become a teacher?"

"The kids are going to be out of the house in four years. College is going to be expensive. Plus, the thought of you leaving me, and having to be on my own scares the hell out of me. I'll need something to fall back on."

I explained how long it would take, and how much it would cost, which I expected to get more push-back on than I did. Four thousand dollars is a lot of money. He seemed surprised that I'd thought it out as well as I had.

"I'll be done in my seventh month. When I come home, I can take my tests, and get a probationary position. I'll have a full teacher's certificate before any of the kids go to college, and will be able to help with expenses."

"What about the next eight months?"

"That's what I wanted to talk about. Can I see the kids?"

"I don't want them to know you're pregnant," he said.

"I guess a visit's out of the question. How about Skype or something like that?"

"As often as you want. I don't want to keep your kids away from you totally."

I didn't want to argue the fact. That was exactly what he was talking about. But he was right about one thing. It was my decision. My decision to be a slut for Sam, and my decision to carry the child to term. "I might need an allowance. I don't want my parents to have to pay for all my expenses. Not just food, but medicine, vitamins, gas for the car. I'm gonna need my car."

"I'll drive it out there for you. You still have the ATM cards and checks. Spend what you need to, just let me know, alright?"

"Will I see you at all?" I asked.

"Of course. I thought I could come out once a month or so. It'll get a little expensive, but we can absorb it."

"I'm sorry about this," I said. "I never wanted any of this to happen. I love you."

"I love you too, Jackie. I wish it didn't have to be this way. 

~ * ~ * ~

Two weeks later I had a car. He'd come out to visit. Things were awkward around the house, and I could see him constantly looking at my belly. I was wearing bulky shirts that hid what didn't even exist yet. You could hardly tell I was pregnant, I was only two months along. I knew from my first two that I wouldn't begin to show much until about fourteen weeks.

We slept together, and I was horny as shit, but it wasn't going to happen. I figured that out the first night. He didn't seem excited to see me, but he didn't turn me away. The problem was he couldn't get it up for me, and I tried damned hard. I was almost in tears before he pulled me up the bed and held me. 

"I'm sorry, Jackie. It's gonna take time. I can't stop seeing him with you. I wish it were otherwise."

My life was complete. My husband didn't want me anymore. I tried to quash the tears, and told him it was alright, that we'd be fine. To be honest, I was feeling a little awkward, trying to seduce my husband in my old bedroom in my parent's house. 

The worst part was the thoughts of Sam that crept into my head. I knew he'd want me. He'd be happy, proud that I was carrying his child. I remembered the countless orgasms he'd given me, the feeling of being stretched out, filled, like never before. The guilt was crushing me, as I lay there, my hand between my legs, while my husband lay next to me. 

~ * ~ * ~

He was in a much better mood a month later. He even gave me a big hug when he arrived. He took us all out to a nice dinner, and that night was glorious. 

As soon as we were in our room, he couldn't keep his hands off of me. He undressed me and didn't even seem to care that my belly wasn't as flat as it once was. He guided me down between his legs, and he was hard before I even started working on him. I could tell he didn't want me to finish, he just wanted to see me sucking him. He liked that.

I didn't even think of Sam's huge cock, as I sucked my husband. I was so happy to see the big change. I had been worried, but everything was so much better. When he climbed between my legs, I almost came the moment he entered me. He was so loving, so passionate, kissing me, telling me how much he loved me and missed me. He wore me out, making love to me three times that night, and I helped all I could, getting him hard in between.

I was lying in his arms after the first two times, feeling the best I had in months. His hands were moving, touching me, caressing me. His lips were on my neck, kissing, sucking. I was exhausted, and still hoped that maybe he had one more in him. If I felt the slightest action down below, I was going to suck him back to hardness, and show him much I loved and needed him.

"You're in a great mood," I ventured.

"I am. I was promoted at work. I got to make love to my beautiful wife. And Sam learned there's such a thing as Karma."

"Karma?" I blurted, unthinkingly.

"Yep. Seems like his accounts at work were questionable. He was caught faking numbers. His reports have been a mess for several weeks, and they finally caught him on it. He was fired, and he's gonna have a hell of a time finding a decent job."

"But I thought you said he was good at his job."

Marty laughed. "He was until he started fucking a friend's wife. Now he's not so high and mighty. Karma, baby."

The next thing I knew, he was kneeling beside me head, putting his cock in my mouth. I started sucking while he gloated.

"Fucker thought he could just fuck my wife and get away scot-free? I showed him. Once I got a few friends involved it wasn't hard. He didn't protect his files or computer worth a damn."

He was getting hard in my mouth, grinning. I did what I could to make sure he stayed that way.

"Oh yeah. A couple of changed numbers in the final versions of his reports, a few corroborating discussions in HR, and the stupid bastard never knew what hit him."

Marty pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed my hips, pulling me up onto my knees. He had no difficulty slipping it into me, not after the last couple of goes. I could feel the excitement, the energy, as he pounded me from behind.

"He denied everything of course, but the evidence was all there. When they escorted him out of the building he had to call triple-A. His suburban had four flat tires, and broken headlights and taillights. Of course I was happy to be a shoulder he could cry on. The idiot has no idea. Like I'd be his friend after he fucked my wife! Knocked her up with his lousy bastard child."

This was a side of my husband I'd never seen before. I never knew he could be so vengeful. I didn't say anything of course. I thought it was cruel, but I knew he'd blow up if he heard that. So I laid there and moaned, while he hammered my poor little cooch.

"I'm not done with him. I've just started. I can't wait for the next part."

"What's that?" I said, almost kicking myself for letting it out.

He laughed. "You want him to suffer too, don't you? He took advantage of you, got us both drunk and practically raped you. Like to see the fucker try that when we're sober. Oh, he's gonna pay. Pay big time."

I bit my tongue. I didn't blame Sam. We'd been flirting and teasing for ages. I know I was sending him the wrong messages. I hated to think what Marty would say if he knew about 'Sam' sitting in the bottom drawer beside the bed. Ten thick inches long, and staying very busy most nights.

"He's so proud of that big cock. Let's see how proud he is when he can't use it anymore. Yeah, we'll see how proud he is then," Marty gasped. His fingers were painful where they dug into my hips while he fucked me as hard as I could ever remember. I knew I should have been upset at what he was talking about, but all I could think about was his cock filling me. I could feel a big one coming on. I needed it.

"F-f-fuck your slut, baby," I groaned. "Fuck me. Make me yours."

He slowed down and started slamming his cock home. "That's right. Nobody fucks my slut but me! My god-damn pussy!" he growled, slapping my ass. "My pussy, my mouth, and my ass. All mine."

I felt his thumb digging into my ass. "He didn't touch you here, did he?"

I wished he'd stop talking, I was getting close, and I didn't need to be thinking about Sam and what he had or hadn't done to me. "Never," I moaned.

"That's right. That's mine and mine alone," he said. He shoved his thumb all the way in, and it pushed me over the edge. "God, I'm coming baby," I told him, as I felt the need overtake me. I wanted to scream but my parents were only a few feet away. I bit into the pillow instead.

"Come you little slut. Come on my cock. My pussy, my ass," he grunted, hammering away while the aftershocks of my orgasm shot through me.

Marty was a man possessed. He pushed me down onto the bed and body-surfed me, using me hard, pinning me down, holding my arms in place while his cock ravaged me. 

"Who owns this pussy?" he snarled in my ear.

"You, baby. My husband. Nobody else ever again. Nobody touches your pussy, or your ass. These lips touch nobody but you ever again," I told him.

"That's right. Mine. All mine." He finally shut up, and groaned his way to his own finish, leaving me a limp wreck.

I guess I knew now, why he was in such a great mood.

He stayed for three days, and took me every night and every morning. The second night he reminded me whose ass it was, but used plenty of lube, and it wasn't bad. I wasn't crazy about anal, but I did enjoy a little ass play. I got a lot of that, he seemed possessed about my butt, and that I hadn't let Sam have it. He had me suck him a lot, but each time he wouldn't let me finish him. It was clear that he was taking back his pussy and that was perfectly fine by me.

When he left Monday morning, his cum was dripping from my legs as I drove him to the airport. I felt confident that everything was getting better, and things were going to work out. My husband loved me, he wanted me, and he wasn't afraid to show it. When I went to class that afternoon, I felt great about how things were finally turning out.

~ * ~ * ~

Three weeks later, it was the kids who told me the latest news.

"You should have been here, Mom. It was epic!"

"What was epic?" I asked.

"Dad. That big guy, Sam, came over, yelling and screaming. He pushed his way into the house, calling you and Dad bad names," Eric, my oldest said.

"Bad names, Mom. I think he was drunk and he was really angry." That was Donna, my youngest.

"What happened?"

"I guess Dad had figured on trouble. He told us to go to our rooms, but there was no way I was going to leave him alone with that jerk."

"Yeah. Dad was backing away from him, and I knew it was going to be a fight," Donna said.

"Your father was in a fight?"

Eric laughed. "Not much. When that guy got to the end of the couch, Dad had a baseball bat. The guy got maybe two or three good shots in, and then Dad let him have it."

Donna was grinning. "You would have been proud of Eric. He grabbed the fireplace poker and helped Dad. The guy was crying and begging before they were done with him."

"Donna too. What was that you were using?" Eric asked.

"The beach carving on the mantle." She had turned to look at her brother and her face was red when she faced the camera again. "Sorry Mom, I broke it. I know you loved that thing but Dad said he could fix it."

"Nobody got hurt, I hope," I said.

"Naw. Dad got a black eye, and he's at the hospital now, but the ambulance people said he was going to be alright. Maybe a bruised rib and he might have broken one of his fingers, but nothing serious. Mrs. Harvey's watching us."

I looked at the screen closer. Donna looked to have the start of a shiner. "What happened to you, baby girl? Did you get hit?"

"It was an accident. Dad lifted the guy's leg and hit him where it counts with the bat. The guy kicked me before he passed out. The police people told me I was brave," she said.

Ouch. Sam was paying a pretty high price it seems. I wondered for a moment if that was going to put his big cock out of business, before I could even realized how bad those thoughts were. I shouldn't care if he ever used that great big gorgeous cock again. Although it would be a shame.

"The police were here for almost an hour. Don't worry, we told them everything. How he broke in, attacked Dad and us, said he was going to kill everyone. The police lady was nice," Donna said.

"It was cool. Even though they had to take him out on a stretcher, they still put handcuffs on him. They told us how proud they were that we protected our father and each other," Eric said.

Donna was grinning. "Dad was really mad the mean man called you names. Every time he hit him between the legs, he said that was for you. And Dad hit him a lot."

"What did he have against you and Dad? I thought you guys were supposed to be friends? He was really cursing when he pushed his way in the house," Eric said

"Bad words," Donna added, nodding.

"He was only pretending to be a friend. He wasn't very nice to your father," I said. I quickly changed the subject before they went any further down that path. "Is Mrs. Harvey making you dinner?"

"Yeah. She's nice. She always volunteers to watch us, and brings over dinner sometimes," Donna said.

I didn't like the sound of that. Marie Harvey was barely a year out of her divorce. She lived across the street, two doors down on the left. She couldn't have been more than thirty years old, with one seven year old. "Does she have Tommy with her?"

"Yeah. He's in playing on the console. She said she'd stay until Dad got home and make sure everybody got tucked in. She's nice," Eric said.

Yeah. I heard. She's nice. Trying to get her claws in my man. The bitch.

~ * ~ * ~

When Marty showed up a week later, he looked like he'd been at war. He still had a black eye, which I'd noticed on Skype, but I hadn't seen the cast on his hand, and the bandages around his chest. I had to be careful undressing him, but I couldn't complain about his mood. He didn't even let me get fully undressed before he had me bent over the end of the bed, and was plowing my pussy.

"Careful, honey, don't hurt yourself," I said, out of concern.

He laughed. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine. I probably don't even need the chest bandage, it almost never hurts anymore. And they're going to give me a simple splint for the finger on Wednesday. They were just taking precautions."

He didn't last five minute on the first one, which made me feel good. I was pretty sure that meant he wasn't getting any from anyone else. After he got off, we finished undressing, cleaned up in the shower, and he proceeded to remind me how much he missed me two more times in succession. From the way he went at it he really missed me. I did notice that he didn't like touching my belly, which was just starting to pooch out a bit. 

Afterward, he held me in his arms, and bragged. "The bastard won't be using that cock much anymore. Lost both balls. One of the investigator's was giving me grief about being overzealous in protecting my home, but the lady cop who came to the house straightened him out. Good thing he kicked Donna in the head. Any sympathy he might have gotten was wiped out after that."

"Good thing," I mumbled. How was it a good thing our daughter got hit in the head?

"Stupid ass. I knew I could goad him into doing it. It didn't take much either. He made it so easy, pushing his way in the house like that. If he had half a brain, he would have waited for me outside the office or something. Coming in the house? God, what a fucking idiot! How the hell did he ever manage to get in your panties with a brain like that?"

"I was drunk, honey. We thought he was a friend. He helped me put you to bed, because you were passed out."

"Some friend. Looks like our 'friend' is gonna be locked up for a while after this is all over. Breaking and entering, criminal trespassing, assault of a minor, attempted murder, they were piling on the charges from what I heard. I hope he gets twenty years."

Twenty years for giving me the best sex of my life. Poor bastard.

"How's classes going?" Marty asked.

"Great. It's not hard, you just have to put in the mandated hours. I'll probably have to take a few courses when I get home, depending on what subjects I want to teach, just to get up to speed."

He kissed my neck, giving my boob a squeeze. "You can do it, Honey. I know you can. Smart as can be. About most things."

Ouch. I knew what he meant about 'most things'. "The kids say that Marie from across the street has been helping out a lot, in my absence."

If I expected to feel any nervousness, or tension from my husband, I was mistaken. He just cuddled in tighter, kissing my neck. "Yeah, she's nice. She watches them in the evening if anything comes up. She's a bargain, only ten bucks an hour, and usually cooks. As long as I don't mind if she brings her boy over when she babysits, and she uses our food. I guess it's a good deal for her, she gets to feed herself and the kid for free."

"Still no boyfriend for her?" I asked.

He gave me a squeeze. "You worried about her going after me? Not happening babe. She's never shown any interest, and I think you know how I feel about adultery. I'm a happily married man, with the sexiest woman alive."

"She's not bad looking," I said. If you like skinny artificial red-heads with black roots and big fake tits.

My husband rolled me onto my back, and kissed me hard. "Not. Happening. You don't have some kind of boyfriend, do you? Getting all nervous about some ditzy divorcée?"

"Me? Who would look twice at me? I must be the oldest in the class by ten years, and I don't leave the house except for shopping and doctor's appointments."

"Bullshit, Jackie. You're gorgeous, and you know it. The sexiest woman I've ever known. You're trying to tell me none of the guys in your class notice?"




A Good Wife Shouldn't Cheat



"Not so as I could tell. There's only three of them anyway, and two are fresh out of college. I don't advertise anymore. Nothing sexy out of the house. That got me in enough trouble already," I reminded him.

"Good. We can wait for you to get home before you wear any of your special outfits again," Marty said. "Wanna give me a little suck?"

"Again?" I laughed.

"If you don't mind."

I didn't. Not for my husband. It took a lot of work, but I got him up, and the loving was sweet and romantic. He never even finished, and neither off us got off, but sometimes that doesn't matter. Just being loved was more than enough.

~ * ~ * ~

I lived for those weekends. I thought about it constantly before he arrived. I went out and bought a few things I knew he'd like, sexy panties, a garter belt and stockings. A short dress, that had my mother raising her eyebrows when I put it on. I was feeling self-conscious about my belly. It was really starting to show, but I hoped the leg show would put Marty in a good mood.

He arrived, and took me straight to my room. He was very appreciative of my new outfit, and when I apologized for spending money we could hardly afford, he told me he never minded my buying sexy stuff. He didn't even remove the dress, just flipping up the back, pulling the gusset of my panties aside, and throwing me a hard fast fuck. God, that was delicious!

I was a little embarrassed to go down and chat with the parents, his hot cum soaking my panties through, and leaving a wet spot on the back of my dress. He took me out that night, no parents this time, and we went dancing after dinner. I made sure to give him a few glimpses of the top of my stockings and it was like old times. 

I admit, normally when I go out, I get hit on, but I guess the belly was a little off-putting. I only had a few men ask me to dance, and I only accepted with one of them. He was a nice guy, telling me how beautiful I was, and how my pregnancy made me glow. He even put his hand on my belly, telling me what a lucky man my husband was, and wishing me a safe pregnancy and a healthy baby. 

Marty was drinking, not too much, but enough to be getting frisky. I needed the attention, and danced on his fingers in the dark of our booth, coming for him twice that night. I was stone sober of course.

"I need you honey," he whispered, his hand back in my panties, making me moan.

"I'm yours, Marty. Anytime, anywhere. Let's go home so I can ravish you."

He didn't put up a fight, and he was sober enough to handle giving me what I needed twice, making me scream into my pillow. 

I hated being away from the kids, and four weeks without sex was rough, but the moments we had together were amazing. My fears were easing. My man loved me, and wanted me. Five more months and my nightmare would be over, my penance paid. 

In the early dawn hours I had to get up to pee. I couldn't resist sucking him back to life. I rode him while he was barely awake, and opened up to him gleefully when he went back for seconds before the alarm went off. Life wasn't perfect, but moments of it were, and that was one.

~ * ~ * ~

I was heartbroken, nervous and upset.

I hadn't even had a chance to hold the baby. They said it was best that way. They didn't want me bonding with it, but hell, I'd carried it for nine months. Of course there was some bonding.

I knew the adoptive parents were good people. They'd been very generous, and picked up all our bills that weren't covered by insurance. They had good jobs, and were young. They seemed very much in love, and I had no doubt they'd be good parents. They were outside when the baby was born, and they both came in to thank me afterwards, in tears, telling me it the most beautiful baby boy they'd ever seen. They were going to call him Stephen.

My Marty wasn't there. He said he couldn't stand the thought of seeing the bastard's baby. I guess he still was a little angry. He had promised to come by the next day while I was in recovery, and he'd stay to take me back to my parents until I was healthy enough for the long drive home.

I was anxious to see him. It had been two months since his last visit. They'd been stretching out longer and longer in between, and the last two times we hadn't made love. He'd let me suck him off the previous time, but we were almost like strangers when he'd stayed eight weeks earlier. I knew what it was. He hated that baby. He refused to touch my belly, and as it got bigger and bigger I could feel the tension growing between us.

I thought it was wrong. None of this was the baby's fault. He had done nothing wrong. I was doing a good thing, and my child was going to have a good life with two very loving, well-off parents. I guess Marty still didn't see it that way.

The calls had been getting shorter, and the kids skipped a lot of them. I could feel a distance growing between us, and it was tearing me up. I couldn't wait to get home.

~ * ~ * ~

When I woke in the hospital room and saw him standing over me, I couldn't help but start crying. I was an emotional mess, I know, but finally my life was going to get back to normal.

Seeing me break down, Marty took my hand. "Are you Ok? Should I call the nurse?" he asked

I shook my head. "Now that you're here, everything's going to be fine. Thank you, honey."

He nodded, and leaned over kissing the top of my my head. That's not what I wanted! I wanted him to kiss me, kiss me for real. Show me the passion I missed and needed. Everything was going to be better now!

"The Doctor says you can go home after your checkup."

"Home? With you?"

He looked uncomfortable. Was he still thinking about the baby? It was gone now. Part of my life, abandoned, for my family.

"To your parent's first, remember. Until you're better. You need some rest. We need to pack you up. We shouldn't rush this, for your sake. Your health comes first."

He was right, of course. I remembered how weak I'd been after our kids, and I'd been younger then. He pulled my things together, and left the room while I had my last checkup. I glanced around at the flowers, from Marty, from my parents, from the nice couple who now had my child. With the green light from the doctor, my husband walked beside me, holding my hand, as they rolled me out in the wheelchair. My parents were waiting for me, and I got big hugs from them. They'd been so good, helping me, helping us. I owed them, and loved them, but I'd be happy to be out of their house and back to my family.

Marty stayed with me that night. He was kind and gentle. Of course I was in no shape for sex, wouldn't be for several weeks, but he let me service him with my mouth. I was so glad to feel him respond to me after the last few months. He caressed me, brushing my hair, whispering that he loved me. I was almost in tears when he finally filled my mouth.

It felt to good to fall asleep in his arms. I'd missed that so much. The intimacy I'd lacked for far too long. I still noticed that his hands never wandered lower than my breasts, but they were nicely filled. I'd have to milk them for a while, they were already feeling full and sore.

The next day we sat and talked. He brought me up to date on the kids' lives. I told him how I'd finished my schooling and passed my certification. He was proud of me, and it wasn't just words. I could see it in his eyes. A look that had been missing all to frequently in the last few visits.

"Are we going to be Ok, Marty?" I asked.

He nodded. "I love you. You love me, don't you?"

"Of course! You shouldn't even have to ask!"

"I'm not going to find out about more lovers from your past, am I? There's not going to be any more mystery men? You won't be showing up pregnant in the future, will you?"

Each question was a like a slap. Yes, I had fallen, but it only been once. I was a good wife. I made a mistake while drunk, but I was paying the price.

"No Marty. It was only the one time, and I was drunk. Sam had seduced me, and I fell for it. I know better now. No man will ever do that again. Never again will I drink to the point where I can be taken advantage of. I'm sorry, baby, but I swear it won't happen again. I hope you believe me. I'll be a good wife." I said it earnestly, hoping he'd read the truth in my eyes, my words, my tone.

He nodded. "I want to believe you, honey. More than anything. I'm going to try, but I have to confess, I have dark thoughts sometimes. Your lover wrote me a letter from jail. He said terrible things. Things about how you behaved with him. How you responded to him. Things you did. On our bed. To me."

Oh God! How could he? I felt the tears welling in my eyes. "I was drunk, Marty. I . . . I did some bad things, I know. But I love you and he meant nothing to me. I don't know what he said, but I swear, it was only a moment of drunken sex, and I'll make it up to you."

"Is it true you came for him over and over? That you begged him to fuck you. Did you really scream your pleasure, laying beside me, making fun of me, telling me what he was doing to you."

It wasn't good. To hear him say it seemed so wrong. Yes, I'd loved it, but it wasn't my fault. That damn Sam and his ungodly huge cock, and the things he could do with it. What woman wouldn't have responded? "Baby, I don't even remember much of it, I was too drunk. You have to believe me. I would never knowingly hurt you. I wouldn't insult you, I love you."

I wasn't sure he believed me, but he left it alone after that. Once again, I slept in his arms, after doing my best to prove with my mouth the was the one for me. I hoped he could let it go. It was over. It had to be over. I'd made a mistake, and paid my price. We had to move one.

~ * ~ * ~

It was another six weeks before I was ready to go home. Six difficult weeks, full of weeping and self-guilt. Giving up the baby was hard on me. Not having my family was even harder. When he arrived, I was already packed and the car was loaded. I was eager to leave. I was feeling better, and the doctor said I could have sex again, but I had to be careful. I'd been practicing my exercises, I wanted it to be good for Marty. He didn't need any more reminders of what had happened, and a loose, sloppy pussy wasn't a good start. Besides, I didn't have much else to do. I even bought a little device to use, and practiced holding it in my pussy for several minutes, squeezing my muscles tightly around it, making it dance up and down. I'd been doing it for more than three weeks, and was seeing the results already. 

He only stayed for a few hours, long enough to eat a meal, say goodbye to my parents, and start the three hour drive home. I didn't even get a chance to show him my new tricks, but figured that once we got home was soon enough.

He seemed almost as nervous as me. I needed him. I was tempted to tell him to pull over and get a room, so we could make love and get that out of the way. It had been long, too long. Almost six months by my count. 

As we got closer to home, I could tell he was anxious. I tried to calm him.

"Relax, Marty. It's over. I'm home now. We can go back to being the loving family we've always been. I screwed up, and I can't take it back, but it's over and done with. Now I get to spend the rest of my life making it up you."

"There's been some changes, Jackie," he suddenly blurted. "It . . . it wasn't planned. You were gone so long, and I was lonely, and you weren't there . . ."

I started to get dizzy. I was afraid I was going to faint. He couldn't be saying what I thought he was, could he? Surely, after all I'd gone through."

"I love you, Jackie. You're the mother of my children. We've had seventeen mostly wonderful years together. I . . . I was hurting, and lonely."

God he sounded so pitiful, making excuses. "What have you done, Marty?" 

"I didn't mean for it to happen. I swear. It was an accident really. I was drunk one night, crying in my beer, missing you. You have to believe me." He was slowing down as we drove into the neighborhood. "I don't know what to do. I love you, and you'll always be part of me, part of the family."

"What, Marty?" I almost screamed. I was clutching the door handle so tightly my fingers ached.

"Don't think I don't love you, Jackie. Even after everything you did to us, cheating on me, and carrying that bastard's child. It isn't because I don't love you. I do, I just don't know what to do now. It's all so complicated."

The bastard was driving me crazy, frightening me. What was complicated? Why wouldn't he just spit it out? I was hyperventilating, trying to calm down as he pulled onto our street. "Tell me Marty, just be honest with me. I deserve that much. I was honest with you."

That was probably the wrong thing to say. "You were honest with me? You didn't even tell me what had happened until you knew you had to because of your damn pregnancy. Sam was over at our house all the time, laughing behind my back, both of you, until you finally confessed your cheating. Even then you tried to play it down, keeping secrets. How was that honest?" he snapped. I saw his hands clutching the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white.

"I told you I'm sorry, and we're past that now. What's going on Marty? Please tell me. You're making me nervous. I'm scared."

He seemed to deflate, sighing deeply. "I didn't want this," he murmured. He turned into our driveway, and moments later our children came tearing out of the house. For a moment I forgot our issues, and opened the door to receive their hugs. My babies. I'd missed them to much. They had grown, they looked so different. I hugged them and kissed them until they finally released me and took me by the hand, one each.

"Don't leave again Mom," Donna said. "I know Grandma needed help but we need you to. You were gone so long!"

I was about to answer her, when I looked up and saw her. That tart from across the street. She was dressed casually, but I could just tell. She didn't have the look of a visitor. She looked like she was protecting her home, like I was the guest. She had the decency to look embarrassed for a moment, but stood aside and held the door open for me. Her little one was parked behind her, watching me as if I were a criminal, and intruder in her home.

Perhaps I was.

I looked around for Marty, and he was following, head down, my bags in his hands. I needed to talk to him, but my children were pulling me forward, into the living room, encouraging me to sit. I saw concern in their eyes, and realized that they knew the issues. They were trying to bury them, but it was clear. Still, it seemed they had missed me, and wanted me there.

I didn't know what to say. I was torn up. I wanted to scream, to shout, to cry. But I had to think of my babies. I opened my arms to them, and they hugged me. Even Eric, who thought he'd outgrown hugs years ago. "I've missed you," I said.

"Don't leave us," Donna whispered. "You can't leave us again."

"I won't," I promised, wondering if it were true.

Marty stood in front of me, holding out a glass of wine I sorely needed. He handed it to me, his look almost begging for understanding. "I love you, Jackie," he said haltingly. "We . . . the kids, all of us, need you."

"What is she doing here?" I asked. It was stupid, I know, but I couldn't help myself.

He blushed. 

"Is . . . is she—"

"I tried to tell you in the car. We should talk privately after dinner. Let's get your things put away, and give you a chance to relax," he said.

Relax? Without knowing what the hell was going on? What was the chance of that?

"Jackie? Could you help me in the kitchen?" Marie called out. My nemesis. The evil bitch that was trying to steal my man, wreck my marriage, taking my place in my home.

Donna looked up at me nervously. "She's nice, Mom. She really is."

Sure she was. Man stealer. I released my kids, and went to confront her. She'd be lucky to leave my kitchen alive.

She was making a gravy for the roast, and handed me a wooden spoon. She looked as nervous as I felt. She should be. There was a special place in hell for women like that.

"I'm sorry," she said. "We never meant for it to happen."

I dipped the spoon into the gravy, running it along the edges of the pan, then through the middle. "What is 'it'?" I asked. "What happened? What the hell are you doing in my kitchen?"

"It was after one of his last trips out to see you. He always came back so happy, but that time he was depressed. In a terrible mood. I only wanted to help him. I swear, nothing had happened until then, we were just friends," she murmured. She was mashing the potatoes by hand, using way too much butter.

"What happened?"

"We . . . we drank too much. He cried on my shoulder, and I heard the whole story for the first time. We drank almost three bottles of wine. I don't know how it happened, but I woke with him in his bed—"

"My bed," I reminded her.

"Yes, your bed. We didn't mean for it to happen, we were drunk. I'm not like that. I swear."

"Of course you're not," I sneered. 

"Please believe me. It was one time, it was never going to happen again. I felt so horrible. We tried to pretend like nothing was different. I was still helping, preparing dinners, doing some cleaning. He was good to me, and I wanted to help."

"Help yourself, don't you mean?"

She sighed, and turned to me. "It was wrong. I know it. And I'm sorry. But it is what it is. I'm part of this family now, the family you abandoned to carry some bastard's child. Do you really think Marty should have to be celibate because of your selfish decision?"

"It wasn't my decision! I could have been here. He sent me away," I hissed.

She glanced toward the doorway, speaking softly. "You fucked another man. You got pregnant. You decided you wanted to carry his baby. That was all you. I picked up the broken pieces you left behind. I watched your kids, took care of your husband, and stopped this home from collapsing. He needed me. They needed me."

"They don't need you now. I'm home. Why don't you go back to your house now and leave us alone?"

She turned and checked the roast, which had been settling after taking it from the oven. "I am home. I sold my house. Tommy and I live here now." She sighed. "I don't want to make a mess of this. We should talk later, with Marty present. Just understand, I'm willing to do what it takes to make this work for you."

"Great. We'll pack your stuff after dinner."

She glared at me. "What I mean, is, I won't make you pack and leave. There'll always be a place for you here in my home."

I was seriously thinking of going for her, but she had that damned carving knife in her hand, slicing the roast. The kids chose that moment to enter the kitchen, and the moment was lost. Dishes were carried to the dining room, and before long we were eating. 

The conversation was awkward. The meal seemed to last forever. I was drinking heavily trying to deaden the pain. Marty was no better, and we polished off two bottles of wine, before the meal was finished. Eric was gone as quickly as possible, and I heard the tell-tale sounds of his gaming leaving the room. Donna's face was buried in her iPhone, as she left the table. Marie started clearing the table, and I wanted to tell her to sit her ass down. This was my house. She was the guest.

Marty took me by the hand, and dragged me to the back of the house. I stumbled a little, and realized I'd had to much to drink to handle the conversation we needed to have. We walked into our bedroom, and I saw my bags on the floor. At least that was settled. He took me in his arms. "I do love you, Jackie."

I was angry, hurt, and lost. I was also drunk. I hugged him back. "Are you sure?"

He was undressing me. I could feel his need, hard, pressing against me. That couldn't be faked. He kissed me fiercely, while stripping me. I felt helpless under the barrage of his myriad hands. So many hands for one man. Then we were in bed, his lips on my breasts, his hands reclaiming me. I groaned as he opened my legs, and felt a moment of fear before he entered me, slowly, filling me. Well not quite filling, but it felt good.




A Good Wife Shouldn't Cheat



"You're my wife," he whispered, leaning over me, pumping that hard cock into me. "I love you."

"Love me, Marty. Love just me," I pleaded pitifully.

He did, holding me, kissing me moving rhythmically, his love intense. I could feel his impending release, so quick. He had missed me, and I knew from the way he was responding, he hadn't been with her, at least not lately. Not the way he was acting.

He grunted, professing his love, and pumped his seed into me. He didn't stop after that, still stroking into me, working me. He stayed hard and I smiled. No way he'd been with anybody. Not as horny as he was. I remembered my new skills, and squeezed down on his cock. I think he noticed.

I rolled him over, and rode him, practicing my exercises on him, squeezing his cock. He looked up at me, then pulled me down into his arms holding me. I could feel him shaking. "Are you going to be alright with this? I need you to understand."

"Alright with what?" I asked.

"This," he said, looking to the side.

That bitch was naked! She was climbing into our bed. It wasn't fair. She was young, her tits still high, her waist narrow, her belly flat. She looked at me nervously, but slid in beside us. Marty turned his head and kissed her, and I felt his cock swell inside of me.

"Marty?" I whispered.

He held my hips and thrust into me. I wanted to scream. To cry. To throw that skinny little fake tit bitch out of our bed.

Then that evil slut touched me. She reached up and squeezed my tit. Not hard, more like she was feeling me. "Don't," I whispered.

She pouted, then sat up, and rubbed my back. "He needs you, Jackie. I wish it wasn't true. Since his last visit, he hasn't . . . he couldn't . . ."

I looked down in my husband's eyes, and saw the need, the lust for me. I rocked back onto his hard cock, grinding into him, rolling my hips the way he liked. He moaned for me. For me.

The bitch was rubbing me, touching me. Her hands were on my ass. Maybe it was all the alcohol, but I didn't mind.

I lifted my hips up and brought them down hard. Up and down, giving it to him, pounding his hard cock, feeling his response, until he was in rhythm with me. Then I stopped, lifted half off, staying there, teasing.

He groaned and thrust up into me. I pulled up a hair more, torturing him. He pushed upward, and then he was doing it. Hammering upward, adjusting his legs, his hips pounding fast and hard. The bitch wouldn't stop touching me. Even touching me down there, where he was entering me. Her teasing little fingers rubbing, feeling where he was entering me, moving downward, evilly caressing me, rubbing my clit, while my husband fucked me furiously.

"Fuuuck," I groaned. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. YES! YES! FUUUUUUCK!!!"

It had been so long, I wasn't prepared when it started, and screamed my pleasure. It seemed to animate him, and drive him crazy. His hands were clutching my ass cheeks, squeezing and the monster Marie was sliding a finger into my poor ass, her other hand still rubbing circles over my mutinous clit, eager for her touch.

I cried out as a huge orgasm rolled through me, blanking out my surroundings, my whole world concentrated on my husband's plundering cock, and the witch's teasing touch. I was just coming down from the pleasure, when she pushed two fingers into my aching bottom, and started finger fucking me. I had never come to quickly, back to back, and I was screaming for him. 

"Yes, Oh God YESSSS!" I squealed. "FUCK YESSSS!"

"Come for him, you slut," Marie whispered into my ear.

"OH GOD, I'MMM CUUMMINGG, I'M FUCKING CUMMINGGGGGG!"

It was huge, blinding. Never, not even with Sam had I ever come so hard. I slammed my hips down onto Marty's heavenly cock, those relentless fingers pounding my ass. I need more, I couldn't stop coming, and they weren't going to let me, not one minute of rest. The waves rolled over me. I groaned, grunted, thrashed squealed under their continuous attack. Just when I thought it was over, it would hit me again. I lost my breath, couldn't think, couldn't breathe . . .

It was too much, too intense, and I blacked out.

I awoke, and Marty's face was in front of mine. He wore a smile, the first I'd seen since he'd come back for me. I echoed it.

"You . . . Ok?" he said. He grunted, then again.

I nodded, then noticed that Marie was watching me as well, from above him. She was rocking back and forth. "That was impressive? You always come like that?" she asked.

I looked down and saw she was fucking him. Fucking my man. The evil whore. "No. Never. That was incredible."

"Not even with Sam?" Marty asked, and I could hear the hurt in his voice.

"No baby. Not even Sam made me feel like that." 

He reached out and pulled me close. "I need you, Jackie. I need you to be Ok with this."

"How?" I asked. "You're my husband. I . . . I know I screwed up, but it was only once. This isn't fair."

He kissed me softly, and that crazy woman riding my husband lifted her leg, and pulled mine over to press against his. The evil slut had her leg around mine, while she was fucking my man!

"It's not like that," he said softly. "This isn't some payback. It just happened. Marie and I needed each other. We still do. I want you here with us. In our bedroom. The kids are using all the other bedrooms. There's no place else for her or you to go, even if I was willing to let either of you leave."

It was crazy, what he was asking. "So now what? I stay here, and share your bed with you and your lover? What am I now?" This was too much to hear. My head was still buzzing, from the booze, and endless orgasms. It wasn't fair.

I was angry, and almost fought him as he eased Marie off of his cock, and pulled me up onto him. It was wrong. So wrong. His slimy shaft, coated in her juices, entering me, filling me. "You're my wife, Jackie. Always. Seventeen years. Your one horrible mistake doesn't change that."

I looked over at Marie, wondering how she'd feel about being ejected off his cock, so he could fuck me. She smiled sadly. "I knew going into this, where I stand," she said, reading my thoughts. "I can't overcome seventeen years and two wonderful teenagers overnight. He's still yours."

"Then why?" I asked, closing my eyes and feeling him stroke his cock into me.

"You were gone," she said, her voice nearby. "We found something, something we both needed. I . . . I committed to him, completely, selling my home, moving in. My boy needs a family. He loves yours kids and they love him. This will work if you let it."

I sat up, grinding down on his cock. His hand rose upward to my tits, squeezing them. It wasn't fair, and I told him so. "You were so damned worried about the kids seeing me pregnant. What they'd think. Then you do this? What are they supposed to think now?" I slapped him, weakly I admit, but it got the point around. "I was a good wife. I screwed up once, and you tortured me for it. Now you have a live-in fuck friend?"

It was unfair, and I think he knew it. His smile disappeared. "I know it's wrong. We both do. We shouldn't have let it happen. I'm sorry, but now we have to deal with it. If you can't, I understand. I'll be generous."

"Generous? What? You're going to dump me?" I snapped, stopping my movements. I couldn't believe after all I'd done for him . . .

"No! I want you here. With me. I'm just saying if you can't, if you decide to leave me, I'd be fair."

Marie got up, and put on a robe. She leaned down and gave Marty a quick kiss, then shocked me by pressing her lips to mine. "I'm going to check on the kids. I'll give you guys a few moments."

Marty pulled me down, and held me. "I know it's fucked up. I tried to tell you it's complicated. I'm a mess about this."

"It could be just us," I whispered, moving slowly, taking him into me. "Send her away."

"It's too late for that," he said. "Try to understand. Give it a shot, Jackie. I think you'll see it's best for all of us."

"All but me," I pouted.

"You too. Marie is . . . different. Very open, very loving, and almost no inhibitions. She's willing to do this. I imagine it's difficult for her as well, but she wants to try," he said.

I rose up on my arms, rocking back onto his cock, developing a nice little rhythm. "Tell me about it. How long you've been doing it, how often, that kind of stuff."

I could feel his dick hardening as he recalled. "The first time was after the trip around your five month mark. I don't know why that trip bothered me so much. I felt I was losing you. I couldn't forget what you'd done. We . . . we didn't make love that weekend."

"I remember. You didn't want to touch me. I felt you were angry about my pregnancy."

"When I got back, I had a couple of bad days. I got drunk and told her everything. She was sympathetic, and opened up about her past. We drank way too much, and ended up in bed together. I barely remember it, but the next morning we were naked together, and ended up doing it again. We both felt bad about it afterward, and tried to pretend it never happened. We didn't do anything for several weeks."

"Until the next visit?"

"Yeah. That trip I felt guilty, and you were big as a house. I couldn't let go of what you'd done, and kind of blamed you for what I did. If you'd been home, I wouldn't have strayed. When I got back, well, she saw how I was. She was spending a lot of time with us, every day, really. She had become part of the family, taking care of us. The kids liked her. Her boy is great. She knew me, and could see I was hurting. We took a bottle of wine to our room, and made up for lost time."

"Nice little euphemism," I said. She had snaked her way into their lives, while I was gone. She waited for him to be in a weak state, and jumped his bones. Evil bitch.

He shrugged. "After that, it became regular. It was new, and different, and very intense for weeks. A month later she moved into my room, and Tommy moved into the guest room. We put her house on the market and it sold in less than a week."

"So when I gave birth, she'd already moved in?"

"For over a month. When I went to see you, the guilt kicked in. I knew you were coming home, and I had this woman in our room. She'd been good to us, good to me, there when we needed her. Little Tommy was part of the family. How was I gonna kick her out? Yet, I felt so bad I . . . I had issues. Difficulties in bed. I tried, God knows, and she tried, but I only managed to finish once the week after seeing you, and we stopped trying after that. It's been five weeks."

His words didn't make sense. He could cheat on me for two months, daily, and all of a sudden dried up? And yet I believed him. I recognized how he'd been. He was on his third erection now, and it seemed like he had no plans on that being his last one, not for the night. I remembered how he was when I first left, unable to get it up for me. Marty was all about the mind, when it came to sex. The little teases, the leg shows, the flashed panties that drove him crazy. I could almost understand that guilt would make things difficult for him. But where was the guilt those first couple of months?

"I don't get it," I said.

"Me either. But being with you, now, it's so right. Maybe being with her exorcised my demons. I don't give a fuck about Sam anymore. Seeing the way you came for me, so wild, so exciting, it drove me crazy. I always wanted to see you like that."

It was a little embarrassing. "You were pretty incredible," I admitted.

"Was it really the best? Better than Sam?"

I could hear the jealousy, the insecurity in his voice. I imagined I felt his cock wilting inside of me. "The best ever, baby. I swear. I never blacked out before. I was on fire."

Marie hadn't been gone long. She took off her robe, and sat down next to us. She had a magnum of wine with her, and drank from the bottle. I sat up and she passed it to me. I took a long sip. Marty sat up, adjusting himself, then dragged me squealing in his lap backward, back against the headboard. I got adjusted in his lap, while he sipped the wine, before passing it back to Marie.

She took another sip, then handed me the bottle before cuddling up behind me. "I know this is a mess, Jackie. None of us planned it. Can we try to be friends? This could get ugly, or, if we made the effort, it could be a lot of fun." Her hands were all over me, when I passed the bottle to Marty.

"I . . . I'm not like that, Marie," I explained.

She giggled. "Me either. Damn, you got some big titties. They're real, aren't they?" She had reached around me and was squeezing them.

I moaned, grinding away on my husband's cock, opening my mouth when he put the wine bottle to my lips. I drank deeply, spilling some down my chest. Then the two of them were licking me clean. It was so nasty, I was trembling.

She was behind me, touching me, her hands moving downward, fondling my ass, sliding between my cheeks, teasing my butt-hole. I had one hand on the headboard, steadying me, while I rode my husband's cock. It was iron hard, and he kept telling me how hot I was, how beautiful, how sexy. Marie's lips on my neck, my back, my shoulder, pausing occasionally to echo his words. I groaned when her fingers entered me again, pressing into my ass, while my pussy was stuffed.

"Come for us again, Jackie," she whispered, while my husband, held the bottle to my lips. I realized they were trying to get me drunker. I already had a hell of a buzz going. I drank deeply and figured the hell with it.

The wine was hitting me, and the sex had my nerves inflamed. She was using two hands, one in front rubbing me, the other pumping a couple of fingers in my backdoor, while Marty's cock throbbed inside of me. I was breathing hard, gasping with pleasure. She bit my neck, hanging on. He bite was hard, possessive, and pushed me over the top. 

"Fuuuuck," I moaned, feeling my orgasm building, cresting, just out of reach.

"Come for him, slut," Marie growled, pumping my ass hard, and biting the back of my neck.

I groaned, then cried out when she pinched my clit hard. I screamed, unable to hold back. "OH FUCKKKKKK," I cried. "FUCK MEEEEEE... OH YESSSSSSS... I'M GOING TO CUMMMMMMM."

"Do it! Come for him!" Marie growled. Marty's hands were on my tits, and he tugged my nipples, setting me off.

"OHHHHH GOD I'M CUMMINGGGGGG, MMMM, YESSSSSSSS!" I shrieked, as the jolts shot through my body. Her lips covered mine, stifling me, her tongue a wild beast, with nowhere to escape.

I whimpered as she pulled me off of him, my pussy still spasming. She dragged me backward, lying underneath me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels inside my legs, opening me up. She was gnawing on my neck, her hands mauling my tits. Marty dropped down between my legs, like a man starved, and went to town on my sensitive pussy. I was in the throes of orgasm, continuously. 

"God, you're a hot little bitch," Marie whispered. "No wonder."

I whimpered as she tugged on my sore nipples, in danger of pulling them off. She was licking me, obscenely, her tongue running over my face. I was dizzy, drunk, and so turned on I couldn't think straight. The tongue torturing my clit finally eased up, and Marty was grinning, turning the bottle up over my lips, making me drink deeply. I had to swallow or drown. Then his cock was back inside me, and he was leaning over us, alternating his kisses between me and the she-devil holding me.

The had short-circuited my nervous system, and every couple of minutes a new orgasm would tear through me. Marie was laughing as I trembled, unable to stop. "We're going to have so much fun with you, Jackie," she said, her words barely registering in my lust addled, alcohol fogged mind.

Marty had been pounding me hard for several minutes, and I sighed as he pulled out. Marie's hands were on my face, and she pulled my jaw down. "Open, slut!" she snapped.

I opened my mouth, and Marty's cock was in my mouth, thrusting deeply, gagging me, until he groaned, and felt his cum rocketing in to my mouth.

"Don't spill a drop, slut. Not one drop," Marie growled in my ear.

I sealed my lips around his shaft, sucking and swallowing, until my mouth was empty. I opened my eyes, and Marty was sitting back watching us, panting like he'd run a marathon.

Marie's hands were gentle, massaging my breasts, her lips caressing my jawline. She slid out from under me, laying me on the bed, cuddling up beside me. My mind was in a fog.

Marty was there, on the other side of me, his hands rough compared to her soft touch. "We weren't too hard on you, were we?" he asked anxiously, his hand gently rubbing my savaged pussy.

"Mmmm," I purred, happy for their touch.

Marie's mouth settled over my nipple, sucking comfortingly. "Nice," I mumbled, caressing her hair.

Marty kissed my neck. "Damn, baby. You were on fire! Where has this girl been all of our lives?"

I couldn't answer. I couldn't think. I was exhausted.

Marie moved upward, and her soft lips touched mine. "Say you'll stay, lover," she whispered.

"Stay," I murmured.

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I woke to their touch. Hands caressing me, lips gliding over my skin. I squirmed underneath their touch. My legs were opened, and he entered me, slow and gentle, my sore pussy accepting him. "Gentle," I pleaded.

"Sore?" I heard whispered in my ear. I turned to see Marie's concerned look. 

I nodded. "It's been a while."

She turned to Marty. "Easy, Ok? We don't want to hurt her. She's sore today."

His movements were slow, gentle, an easy in/out.

Marie's hands were like butterfly kisses, breezing across my skin. "Is that alright?" she asked

"Perfect," I admitted. Our faces were inches apart, her big green eyes staring into mine. "Can I kiss you?" she whispered.

I giggled. "Now you ask?"

She smiled and her lips were on mine. Her soft skin touching mine. A teasing tongue probing carefully. I whimpered softly as her mouth opened wider, inviting me.

My head was throbbing, my tits ached, my poor pussy was sore all over, and my ass felt like somebody had stuck a hot ember up it. I moaned, and Marie backed off. "Should we stop?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Water?" 

She bounced off the bed, and returned a few minutes later, with Marty still enjoying himself, easing in and out of my pussy like he had nothing else to do all day. "Open up," Marie said.

I did, and she put some pills in my mouth, then lifted my head, and put a water bottle to my lips. I drank thirstily, finishing half the bottle. She climbed on top of me, her fake breasts pressed against my overly sensitive, milk laden real ones. She looked into my eyes, then slowly brought her lips to mine. "Are you mad at us?" she whispered.

"You got me drunk on purpose," I pouted.

She nodded. "You were hot. A wild woman."

"I hadn't had sex in half a year," I said.

She grinned, and kissed me softly. I felt Marty's cock pull out of me, and then Marie moaned. I felt her body shifting back and forth on top of me, as my husband fucked her. She looked at me guiltily. "I need this," she whispered.

"This is seriously fucked up," I said.

She nodded, then her lips were on mine, kissing me desperately. I could feel each stroke of Marty's cock inside of her.

She pulled her face away, tucking her head inside the crook of my neck. "Can I come for him?" she whimpered.

"He's my husband," I said.

"I . . . I know. Let me come, Jackie, Please."

That was so weird. How was it my job to let her come? I could feel her trembling and Marty's thrusting was shaking her whole body.

"Beg me, slut. Beg me you cheating home-wrecker," I growled into her ear. I reached between us, and pinched her tits.

"Please," she whimpered. "Please, I'm begging . . . I-I-I'm s-s-soo close. PLEAAAASE!" she cried out.

"Man-stealer," I snapped, and bit her shoulder hard.

"PLEASSE, OOOH FUUCCCK MEEEEEE!" she cried out, her whole body tensing up.




A Good Wife Shouldn't Cheat



"Come you slut!" I ordered her.

She screamed out, her fingers digging into my flesh. "That's right, come you evil bitch!"

"C-C-C-COOOOMMMINNNG!" she shrieked and I felt more than heard Marty's own finish, as he slammed into her, grunting, filling her up.

She seemed to come forever, and then she was lying on top of me, limp, gasping for air.

She was clinging to me, holding me tightly, then I felt her body shaking again. I realized she was crying. "I'm sorry," she whined piteously. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it."

I sighed, holding onto her, rubbing her back, while Marty collapsed on the bed beside us. "God, this is great!" he gasped, seemingly ignorant of the emotional crisis occurring next to him.

He rolled onto his side, facing us. He reached out, rubbing Marie's back while he stared into my eyes. "You'll stay?"

"Where else would I go?" I asked. It wasn't a rhetorical question.

He grinned, scooting closer until he was pressed against us. "I love you, babe," he said, gazing into my eyes. "I'm sorry I screwed up, but we're good, right?"

I fondled the ass of the naked woman lying on top of me, wondering how the fuck we ever got to that point. I was a good wife. I was. I gave him seventeen years, and two beautiful children. I indulged his fantasies, and was an unselfish lover. 

I slipped up once. Once. He was partially responsible, pushing my limits, dragging Sam of the huge cock into our lives, and not watching over me, protecting me.

I was a good wife. I got too drunk, once. I slipped up. 

And now there was this skinny evil bitch in our lives, and I had no idea how I was every going to get her out. Any argument I had with the situation, I lost when I got drunk last night, and gave in to everything, experiencing the best sex of my life. Incredible. Mind-blowing.

I felt Marie's lips on my my neck, her warm breath bathing my flesh. Her leg was between mine, rubbing teasingly. I could feel my husbands juices running out of her, and pooling on my skin.

I wondered how long it would be like this, so intense, so overwhelming. I looked into Marty's worried eyes, reading his concern.

"I think we're going to be fine," I said softly.

His smile split his face, and I could feel his crotch pressing against my hip. The bastard was getting hard again. What the fuck was with that?

"I need a shower, and we need to change the sheets," I said.

His chuckle sounded wonderful. He leaned forward and kissed my lips. "You need to brush your teeth, too," he said.

"Fuck. Now you're getting picky?" I teased.

He laughed, and I realized the dead weight on me was Marie sleeping. My husband's lover, his cum dripping from her evil cunt, was lying on me, asleep. I mean, seriously? What the fuck! That seemed to me like she was taking a hell of a lot for granted.

I was a good wife. Twice, twice, I drank way too much, and let go. Once I destroyed my husband's trust, and crippled our marriage. The second time, well fuck, I have no idea what the second time had done, not long term, but for now, he was happy, and me? I was confused, sore, basking in his adoration, and sorely in need of a long bath. I had a sneaky little conniving man-stealer lying on top of me, well-fucked. But I was home, with my man, and my itch was well taken care of.

A good wife, I was. And a good wife shouldn't drink. A good wife shouldn't cheat. A good wife shouldn't get drunk and have the best sex of her life. A good wife shouldn't be happy, feeling the weight of her husband's lover on top of her, her well used pussy sore, her tits throbbing. A good wife shouldn't be thinking about how much she needed to drink to get to that state of unbridled passion that made her come in buckets. 

"I'm a good wife, aren't I?" I asked.

Marty smiled, and kissed me, in spite of my breath-of-death. "The best wife."

A good wife shouldn't drink. A good wife shouldn't cheat. But when she does, she better be willing to roll with the punches. I knew my life was never going to be the same. What it was going to be, I had no idea, but it was something I'd take one day, and one night at a time.

"Marty, get our lover off me. I stink, and I need a bath. And don't you dare fuck her, while I'm not around. We're gonna have to have some rules around here."

He looked embarrassed, and blushed. "Yes, dear." He lifted Marie off of me, and she twitched as she woke up for a second.

Yeah, things had changed, but Momma was home. I was still a good wife, this was my home. Seventeen years and two wonderful kids made me top dog. I might have to share, but I wasn't going to take second billing. No way. 

Except maybe when I had a bit too much to drink, I thought. 

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A Good Wife Shouldn't Drink



Hello to all my fans out there in Web Land. Sorry this new story has been so long in coming, and such a long story. Due to things in everyday life I just couldn't get the time to write. Having said that, I hope you enjoy my new story as much as I'm enjoying writing it. Any and all comments can be sent through the link below. Also, thanks for your help Brian.

A Good Wife Shouldn't Drink.

If you're happy in your marriage, all I can say is, a good wife shouldn't drink. Let me start out by telling you a little about my husband and I, and then I'll get into why you shouldn't drink.

My husband Marty and I are both 35 years old. We started dating in High School and got married soon after graduation. We were both virgins on our honeymoon. We've been married for just over 17 years. We have two babies that are now both teenagers. Two children were all that we had planned for, so, soon after the last child was born, Marty went in and had a vasectomy. After his vasectomy our sex life went from so-so to all out wild. We started having sex maybe 5 nights a week. I loved the fact that I couldn't get pregnant, no matter how much sex we had.

By now I'm sure you're wondering what I look like. Let me see if I can describe myself. Well you know that I'm 35. My numbers are 34C-25-34; I'm 5'6" and 102 pounds. My hair is light brown and reaches down to my shoulders. I've been told that I look a lot like a young Marlo Thomas from the TV show, That Girl, if you know who she is? I don't really see it myself, but anyway. I started going to the gym soon after our second child was born. I'm happy to say that I'm just about back to my High School size. That is all except for my breasts, they have grown from 32B to the 34C that I now have. Marty just loves my bigger breasts.

Marty has always had this sexy panty fetish. All my underwear has to be silk, lace, sheer and sexy. I don't have one pair of granny panties in the house. Panty-hose is also a no-no. All my stockings are either thigh-highs, or stockings that have to be held up with a garter belt. For that matter, on our wedding day, Marty asked me to wear a sexy white corset, with matching white lace bikini panties under my wedding dress. It also entailed white stockings that hooked to the corset, and the traditional garter around my leg, for him to have the pleasure of removing. I went along with his request just as long as he was careful when removing the garter at our reception. I didn't want everyone there to know what I was wearing under my dress.

So this should give you some idea of our life together. I would say that about two years ago, I started to see changes in both of us. Neither of us are big drinkers. It only takes a few drinks to get me high. With beer, it only takes three and I'm all giggly. Marty is the same way, he can't hold it at all. So again, about two years ago we started drinking more at home than we ever have.

That was when Sam came into our lives. Sam is Marty's buddy that he met at work. Sam is a few years younger than us and in great shape, and he's single. Oh my God is he in great shape! He is maybe six foot tall and about 200lbs. I don't think he has an ounce of fat on his body. He has a year round tan; he's good looking, with great teeth, well groomed hair, and a gorgeous sexy butt. I mean, this guy has the looks and the physique of a male stripper. He is hot all the way around. I have had a few wild dreams about this man. He'll make any red blooded woman wet by just talking to them.

We live in a small town on the outskirts of Chicago. So our summers are short and our winters are way too long. We have an above ground pool with a nice deck around it, and a high privacy fence all the way around the back yard. So we can do whatever we want in our back yard, and our neighbors don't see a thing. I've been known to sunbathe topless when the kids are not around.

When Sam started hanging out with Marty, he was over almost every weekend for pool parties and bar-b-ques. Sometimes he would bring a date and at other times he was solo. He would always bring these fufu drinks for Marty and I to try. Things like 'Mud-slides' or 'Sex on the beach', there was even another called a 'Blow job'. We had so many kinds of drinks, I can't even think of them all.

After a few months with Sam coming over, I started to notice how he was looking at me. Like at home when I was getting out of the pool. His eyes would lock on to my wet bikini covered breasts. Or if I was serving them dinner or drinks, and happened to be wearing a low cut top. He was always stealing looks down my tops. Marty loves me to wear skirts or dresses when we go out. And I would say that 99% of the time, I'll wear them to keep him happy. It's the same when we go out with Sam. He's always stealing looks at my legs as if he's trying to look under my skirt. Especially on the few occasions that we have been places where we've had to go up steps. He's always happy to let Marty and I go first, and I know he's trying to get a fast look under my skirt from behind. I've never told Marty about this. Let's face it, he's a guy, and guys do that stuff. Plus, I kind of like the fact that a younger guy finds me attractive.

I had never really looked upon Sam as anything other than just Marty's friend. That is until a short time ago. We had a pool party this one particular Saturday. Sam showed up with this cute little thing on his arm. She was maybe 25, if that. Once again Sam was feeding us all these sweet fufu drinks. By early evening we all were feeling somewhat tipsy. Jo, Sam's girl friend, and I went inside to fix everyone more drinks. We started talking about how they had met and stuff like that, just girl talk. She just about floored me when she said that she just loved his big cock. Laughingly I asked, "So just how big is it"? Jo held her hands about a foot apart. I said, "You're kidding me"? "I'm not kidding". She said, giggling. "He really is big and really knows how to use it". "Wow, was all I could say". Then Jo added," I love how he always takes his time when we're in bed. He kisses me from head to toe and never misses one part of my body. Then we fuck long and slow. He's great in bed; I've never had a boyfriend like him before".

So that was the first time I ever looked at Sam in this new light. My nipples were hard, and I was even getting wet thinking about him and Jo, as I mixed up new drinks. When we went out to deliver the drinks my eyes kept going right to Sam's crotch. And wouldn't ya know it... The wet trunks he had on, made it easy to see that he was sporting a nice package beneath them. I have rather large nipples that really stick out when I'm cold or turned on. So after seeing the bulge in Sam's trunks, I looked down to see both my nipples standing tall. I'm sure the guys also noticed this, because my white bikini top didn't hide much.

As the night went on we all drank more and more. By 11pm, both Marty and I were three sheets to the wind. Sam and Jo were kissing and hugging on the patio like high school kids. He would squeeze her breasts from time to time and she would grab his cock when she thought that no one was watching. They finally got each other so horny, that they told us they were going to take off. After hugs and good-bye kisses, they left.

After they were gone, Marty and I started picking up some. I was so horny I couldn't wait to get him into our bedroom. Still dressed in just my skimpy little white bikini, I put my arms around Marty's neck and kissed him. I then said, "Hey big boy, your wife is very horny tonight and needs some help". Kissing me back as he played with my bikini covered bottom, he said, "Get your butt in the bedroom, I'll lock up and make sure the kids are sleeping".

Once in our bedroom I jumped into bed still wearing my bikini. As I was waiting for Marty I started playing with my hard nipple. As I was rolling my nipple around with my left hand, I slipped my other hand down into my skimpy bottoms. I worked my finger right down to my super wet slit. My clitoris was sticking up as hard as a rock. I just about came as soon as I touched it. I slipped one of my fingers deep inside myself, then after playing for a few seconds, I pulled it out and began to rub my hot, wet pussy juices all over my ever hardening and enlarged clit. I closed my eyes and started thinking about Sam and his big cock. This was the first time I had ever fantasized about another man as I masturbated. I'm not ashamed to admit that I do masturbate, but not a lot, and only when Marty is not around to take care of me when I need it. And it's always him that I dream about as I'm doing it.

Marty walked into the room and caught me with my hand in my bottoms. He said, "Hmmm, looks like the alcohol REALLY got somebody going".

"Oh yes, it has baby", I replied. I pulled my hand out of my bottoms and said, "Get over here and take care of me"!

Needless to say, he needed no persuading, as he almost ran to where I lay, somehow managing to remove his T-shirt and trunks, before falling into bed beside me ...as naked as a jaybird!

He kissed his way up my body, starting at my feet and ending at my mouth. We kissed hard and hot, as his fingers were working on untying my top. Once my top was gone he went to kissing and sucking on my hard nipples. God it felt so good, I started to imagine that it was Sam sucking on them. I was holding his head in place as he nursed one nipple then the other. I moaned,"Mmmmm yes baby that feels soooo good".

I then felt him untying one of the strings that were holding my bikini bottoms together. I raised my butt up off the bed so he could remove my bottoms. Once they were gone, his fingers went straight to my hot and wet vagina.

He sank two fingers inside me and moaned, "Mother fucker Jackie, your pussy is on fire!"

"Mmmmm yes... I know" I moaned, as I opened my legs wide to welcome him between them.

Marty got on top of me and kissed my neck as he positioned the head of his hard cock between the moist lips of my vagina. I was so wet. All it took was a little push, and he sank all the way inside. I raised my hips up off of the bed so that I could take all of him deep inside of me. He put his mouth to my ear and groaned, "Oh man, does your pussy feel good tonight! So hot. So wet". Then he started to fuck me, using nice, slow, deep strokes.

I closed my eyes and moaned, "Oh God yes, that feels so good" as I started meeting his pumps. With my eyes closed, my mind went straight back to Sam. Don't ask me why, but I started thinking that it was Sam screwing me right then. And I was going to make sure he enjoyed what he was getting. I wrapped my legs around Marty and started thrusting up to him as I kept moaning, "Mmmmm fuck me, mmmmm yes fuck me". It wasn't long before I was moaning and pleading with him to go faster. I'm not too much of a moaner during sex, or even dirty talk, but tonight I sure was.

Marty liked this change in me. He moaned "Holy shit Jackie that booze really got to you. I've never seen you this turned on before"!

He was right, man oh man, and all those fufu drinks had turned me into a wild woman. It didn't take long at all for me to reach an orgasm. And I was loud! I was lucky not to wake the kids with all the noises that I made as I began to cum, feeling it rip through my body like a tornado! I can't be sure, but I may have even yelled out Sam's name, as I pressed hard up against Marty and moaned out, "OHHHH YESSSSS, YESSSSSS OH GOD I'M CUMMINGGGGGGG".

My orgasm set Marty off also. As I was still cumming, Marty pushed deep inside me and started pumping his sperm into me. I worked my wet vagina up and down his hard cock as I tried to milk it dry.

Marty rolled off of top me, panting for air and said, "Fuck Jackie! You were a great fuck tonight, God that felt so good; you were getting so into it"!

I gave him a kiss and told him that I was glad that he'd enjoyed it. I then told him that he sure knew how to make me happy in the bedroom.

I would say that in less than two minutes, Marty was out like a light. I was just lying there next to him, flat on my back and thinking, what the hell is wrong with me? Why was I having this fantasy about Sam as my Husband was making love to me?

Well, the mind sure is a funny thing. Again I couldn't get Sam out of my mind. I started thinking how Jo had described their love making. I looked over to make sure Marty was passed out. I started rolling my hard nipple around with one hand as the other dropped between my legs. I slipped my index finger inside my vagina. I was so hot and wet with Marty's sperm leaking out of me. Then my mind went even further into the gutter.

I got out of bed and went to my panty drawer. I started digging around in it until I found my vibrator. I'll describe my vibrator to you. It feels like hard rubber but not super hard. Maybe firm is a better word. It's about 9 inches long but not that big around. If I put my thumb and index finger together and make the OK sign, that's about how big around it is. Its white flesh colored, and looks and feels just like a real penis. It holds two C type batteries and it will rock my world. Marty and I were messing about on line one night and came across it at some sex store. He ordered it up and we have had a lot of fun with it. He thinks the only time it gets used is when he uses in on me. Truth is, I use it a lot when I'm home alone and horny.

Still slightly drunk, I stumbled into the bathroom to wash my toy. Once I got it all cleaned up, I held it under the hot water to warm it up. God, when it's been warmed up, it feels just like a real penis going into my pussy.

I got back into bed next to Marty as quietly as I could with my hot vibrator in hand. I checked one more time to make sure that he was still 'out'. He has never watched me masturbate and I wasn't planning on letting him watch tonight. I feel that masturbating is a very personal thing, something that a person should do alone.

My vagina was still leaking cum as I ran the head of my toy up and down my wet lips. Oh my, it was so hot and it felt so good. I looked at Marty one more time, and then closed my eyes. I moaned "Mmmmm Sam; fuck me", as I started slipping it into my aching pussy.

Sam was so deeply embedded in my head. Again, just like when Marty and I were screwing, all I could think about was him. I was so wet from Marty's cum and my own juices, that I soon had my toy deep inside me. My toy is longer than Marty's cock, so it was easy to act like I was getting another man's meat. I started out with long and deep slow strokes. In a very short time I was pumping that toy in and out of myself at full speed. I was working it with my right hand as the fingers of my left hand were rolling my hard little clitoris around. I didn't even turn on the vibrator. It felt so good that I didn't need it buzzing.

In my mind Sam was filling me with his hot hard cock. I lifted my butt up off of the bed as I fucked myself harder and faster. The room was filled with the sounds of wet sloppy sex. I started moaning louder and louder, "OH YESSSSSS... YESSSS, OH GOD YESSSSSSS!" I couldn't wait any longer. I pushed my toy into my throbbing pussy as deep as I could and yelled out, "OHHHH GODDD... I'MMMM CUMMINGGGGGGGG".

My God, I had a great orgasm thinking about Sam. I pulled the toy out to find it covered with my juices and Marty's sperm, all mixed together. Checking to see if my yelling had woken Marty, I then turned it onto the low buzz setting. I knew that I just had to cum again, so I rubbed the slick head of my toy all over my clit. In less than two minutes I was cumming again. I then put my toy under my pillow and went to sleep, feeling exhausted, but very satisfied.

It was hard to act normal around Marty the next day. I felt like I had cheated on him last night. Like I had never had sex with him at all, it was all Sam last night. And again today, I couldn't get Sam out of my mind.

After a few days, I more or less managed to put the Sam thing to the back of my mind. I say more or less, because I couldn't resist the temptation to grab hold of my toy a few times, and have some fun while thinking of that man. So I was thinking that it had to have been the booze that put these thoughts into my head. Why else would I start to fantasize about another man?

A few weeks later, Marty asked if I would like to go out this coming weekend to a dance club in the city.

"Just you and I", I asked?

"No, with Sam and his new girl friend"?

"New girl friend, what happened to Jo"?

"Sam is a player, he don't keep any girl for long. He likes to play the field and stay single".

"Okay, sure, is this a nice place or a dive"?

"Nice place, a dress up place. That means you'll have to wear something very sexy for me".

Smiling, I said, "Oh I see, sure, I can do that".

"Great. Skirt or dress okay"?

"Sure, why not, I like to dress sexy for you".

"Good, Sam is going to drive, so I we can sit in the back seat and grope each other all the way there and back".

Laughing, I gave him a kiss and said, "Sounds like you have this all planned out".

Saturday had arrived and I was getting ready to go. Marty had been bugging me all week as to what I was going to wear that night. All I told him was that it would be sexy but not too slutty. I took out my cute little black slipdress that's made of silky stretch velvet. Its low cut to show a lot of cleavage and very tight around the bust. Then right below the bust, it flares out and ends a few inches above the knee. I hung my dress in the extra bedroom before going into the living room to remind Marty of the time.

I hit the shower in our bedroom as Marty did the same thing in our other bathroom. After my shower, and wearing just a robe, I sat in my bedroom doing my hair and make-up while Marty was getting himself ready for our night out. Once he was dressed, he kept bugging me as to what I was going to wear. I told him to get his butt out of there and let me get dressed. I'd surprise him in the living room shortly.

Once I was alone I started getting dressed. I dropped my robe onto the bed and walked nude over to my dresser. The first thing I took out was this little pair of violet, silk string bikini panties. I stepped into them and tied the two little strings that hold them together. Next was a little matching violet lace, front hook, push up bra. This little bra just barely covered my nipples, and left a lot of my breasts showing. I just love the way it pushes my breasts up and together. I didn't have a matching garter belt, so I decided to wear thigh high stockings. I rolled on a pair of black stockings. They reached all the way up to about an inch or so below my crotch. This was good, seeing how my dress was a little short. The stockings have lace tops and even a back-seam that made them look even sexier. I then sat on the bed and slipped on a pair of sexy black spaghetti strap sandals with a 4" micro stiletto heel.

I looked at myself in my dressing table mirror, and really liked what I saw. I knew Marty was going to flip out when he saw the sexy underwear I was wearing. I opened the bedroom door and yelled down the hall, that I would be ready in a minute. Once I saw that the coast was clear, I stepped into the hallway, and made my way to the extra bedroom to retrieve my dress. I stopped in front of the full length hall mirror to look myself over. I was checking to see how well my butt looked in these sexy little panties. I turned this way, then that way and liked the look. Happy with the way they fitted, I started on to the bedroom. I then got the shock of my life. There at the other end of the hallway stood Sam looking at me. He had been watching me checking myself out. I covered myself as best as I could with my hands and arms, and ran into the extra bedroom.

I could not believe that Sam had just seen me in some of the sexiest little underwear that I own. He even gave me a thumbs up as I ran into the bedroom. I was shaking as I stepped into my little dress. Once zipped up and ready to go, I didn't know what to do. Do I just walk into the living room and act like nothing had happened? Or go in and ask if he enjoyed the show. God, I didn't know what to do. Do I tell Marty what had just happened? My mind was going wild just then. I was so embarrassed that I was even thinking of not going out at all.




A Good Wife Shouldn't Drink



Just then Marty yelled, "Hey Jackie lets go, it's getting late". I didn't reply. I just sat there on the bed trying to think how I was going to deal with this. A few minutes later Marty walked into the room. His poor eyes about bulged out of his head as he looked me up and down.

"Fuck me! You look sexy as fuck".

Looking down at the floor, I said "Thanks, but do ya think it's to short"?

"Shit no, not a bit too short, it's just right. Hell if you bend over I'll be able to see that cute little ass". Then he lifted up the front of my dress so that he what I was wearing under it. "OH MAN, them sure are some sexy little panties you've got on there girl friend. Maybe I should get inside them before we go". He then ran his fingers right over my crotch, feeling my vagina right through my panties.

I pushed his hand away and said, "Later big boy, don't mess me up before we get out of the door".

Then, giving my ass a fast squeeze, he said; "Let's go, Sam's waiting on us".

I bit my lip and thought to myself, oh hell; he has seen more of me out by the pool in my little bikinis. "Okay, okay, let me grab my purse and I'm ready".

As I walked into the living room dressed in my sexy little outfit, both Sam and Marty turned to look at me.

Marty was the first to speak," Wow don't my sexy lady look hot tonight"?

Eyeing me from head to toe, Sam said, "Yes she sure is buddy".

Still embarrassed I said, "Stop it you guys, you'll give me a big head". I had this funny feeling inside knowing that Sam knew what I was wearing under my little dress. Then looking at Sam I asked, "So where is your date?"

"Oh she was being a bitch so I just told her, "See ya later, stay home". So it's just the three of us tonight". Smiling, he then said "I hope you can handle two guys tonight".

Laughing, I replied, "You guys are puppies, I can handle you two hands down, now let's get going".

Out in the driveway, Sam opened the passenger door of his truck for me. So much for Marty and I groping in the back seat. His truck is kind of high, some kind of GM, SUV, I think, a Yukon. I had to climb up to get into it. I know that he sneaked another look at my panties as I got in. I could see his eyes locked on the bottom of my dress and legs. Marty jumped in the back seat and we were off to the club.

Once in the club, we chose a booth down near to the dance floor. It was a DJ, and he was playing great old Rock-n-Roll tunes. When the waitress took our order, Sam asked for Pina Coladas for all of us. I have never had one of these before. We got our drinks and I couldn't believe how nice it tasted. I couldn't taste any alcohol at all.

We started drinking and dancing the night away. I would take turns dancing with each of them. The slow songs I saved for Marty.

Sometime after one or two in the morning, I was well on the way to being drunk. Then the DJ played, 'Have I told you lately that I love you', by Rod Stewart. As soon as it started Sam said, "Oh man I love this fucken song, can I dance with your wife"?

Marty, also drunk by this time said, "I don't give a shit. Don't ask me...ask her".

He didn't even have to ask me, I just got up and lead the way to the dance floor with Sam following me.

Out on the dance floor Sam was a gentleman, at first! He took my right hand into his left hand, as his right hand was on the small of my back. As we danced we talked some about this and that. Then he hit me with the bomb!

Sam whispered in my ear, "Jackie, I love the underwear you have on tonight. And them stockings you're wearing, very sexy".

"Yes, I'm mad at you, why were you watching me in the hallway"?

"Shit Jackie, you look so hot in them sexy little violet panties and all the rest, how could I not keep from watching you"?

Don't ask me why, it had to have been the drinks I guess, but I then put my arms around his neck and said, "My under things are for Marty's eyes only, not yours mister".

Sam then dropped both his hands down to my butt. His big hands cupped both of my ass cheeks over my dress as he pulled me tight. I could feel his cock pushing against my mound as he started working my hips from side to side. He then said "You're lucky you're married to Marty".

I was starting to get turned on from feeling his cock against me, and him squeezing my butt. I asked "Why I am so lucky?"

"If you weren't married to him I would be taking you someplace to get inside them sexy little panties you have on"!

Laughing, I said, "Sorry, but that's not going to happen. Marty is the only one that gets into my panties". Just then the song ended, and I had to get my mind back to earth. I looked to see if Marty had been watching Sam feeling up my ass. He wasn't even looking our way. Then Sam gave me a kiss and thanked me for the dance.

On the way back to our seats Sam again whispered in my ear. This time he said, "You know you have real sexy legs. How about a little leg show on the way home tonight. That would really make my day".

I hit him on the arm and said, "You're nuts", as we made our way back to our booth".

I sat back down next to Marty. I was so turned on and it was from the hands of another man. My panties were wet as I sat looking across the table at Sam. All I could think about was how well his cock felt rubbing against my pussy mound. And him telling me that he would like to fuck me. God, those Pina Coladas sure had me all screwed up.

I felt a hand slide between my legs. Marty was right up next to me, feeling the inside of my thigh. I opened my legs a little to give him more freedom. His fingers worked their way right up to my wet crotch. He was running his fingers up and down my wet pussy lips right through my little panties. He then started working on my super hard clit. I gave out a low moan as I turned and started making out with Marty.

Marty said, "I'm fucked up, are you ready to go home? Your pussy feels like you're really ready to go home".

I moaned in his mouth, "Mmmmmm yes, I'm ready to go home. Take me home and fuck me"! This was not at all like me, I don't usually talk like that. The alcohol had turned me into some kind of hot wife or something.

Marty then told Sam, "If you're ready to go, we are too. I need to get this girl home and in bed. She needs a good fucking".

I hit him on the arm and said, "Don't tell him that".

Laughing, Sam replied, "Shit man, if ya need some help, I'm here for ya".

Still laughing, we all got up and headed for the door. Again at the SUV, Sam opened my door for me. This time I wasn't careful at all as I got in. I let him have a nice peek at my violet panties and stocking tops as I climbed aboard.

As we drove off, I remembered Sam's request for a little leg show on the way home. I slid down in my seat. As I slid down, my dress stayed put. I looked down to see that the hem of my dress was right up at the crotch of my sexy little panties. My stockings tops were also in full view. Each time we went under a street light Sam had a nice view of my panties and stockings. This little show was making me all so horny as I sat there. I could feel his eyes moving up and down my legs. I felt like I had some kind of power over this man. So I just sat back and let him enjoy my little show all the way home.

Once we pulled into our driveway Marty asked Sam if he would like to come in for a drink. Sam looked at me, still showing off my panties and stockings, then back at Marty and said, "I don't know, are we going to share Jackie tonight"?

Marty laughed and said "Sorry buddy, she'll be all mine tonight, but if I need help, you'll be the first one I call".

We said our good-byes to Sam, got out of the car, and went into the house.

Once in the house we were all over each other. The kids were away for the weekend, so we had the house to ourselves. Marty had my little black dress off, and down upon the living room floor in record time. I flopped down on the couch with Marty between my wide open legs. I felt the cool air hit my breasts as he unhooked the front hook on my little bra. Taking a breast in each hand, he was soon taking turns at sucking upon one hard nipple, then the other one.

Just like before, after having too much to drink, I started thinking about Sam. I closed my eyes and was thinking how well his big cock felt rubbing around on my mound. I held Marty's head to my breasts, as he continued to kiss and suck on each hard nipple.

After he had given my nipples a good sucking, his fingers went down to my little panties. One pull on the strings on each side, and they fell wide open. In a few short seconds he had plunged two of his fingers deep inside my wet vagina. Then moaning out, "Fuck! Are you ever hot and ready tonight". With his two fingers working in and out of my pussy, his thumb went to work upon my hard little clit.

Moaning out, I started working my hips up off of the couch to meet the thrusts of his finger fucking. My eyes were closed, and I was thinking of Sam as my husband was about to bring me to an orgasm.

"OH YESSSSSSSS" I yelled, as I came from Marty's finger fucking, and nipple sucking.

I opened my eyes and moaned "Oh my God, that felt so good". Then after kissing him I moaned, "Oh God Marty, put little Marty (the name he gave to his cock) inside me".

Marty was on his knees between my open legs as I sat there on the couch. When he got nude I didn't know, but he was. Holding my ankles in his hands, he lined his hard cock right up to my wet hole. Then very so slowly he started filling me with warm cock. "OH YESSSSS" I moaned out as he filled me up.

Due to the way that I was sitting and the way that Sam was kneeling, I had an unblocked view of his cock sliding in and out. I watched for a short time before I closed my eyes and let my head fall back onto the couch. My mind yet again went to thinking that Sam was screwing me. My mind totally blocked Marty out and was filled with Sam. Even when Marty asked me how it felt, in my head it was Sam's voice that I could hear, I just replied, "Don't stop, please don't stop", just as if I was talking to Sam.

Driving me wild, Marty then let go of one of my ankles. His finger went right to work on my hard, and wet little clitoris again. Oh my God, this was going to push me over the top again. He started picking up speed as I tried to keep in time with him. It just kept getting better and better.

Before I knew it, the feelings of an intense orgasm spread throughout my whole body. Drunk, and half out of my mind, I grabbed Marty's hips and pulled him as deep into me as he would go. At the same time I yelled, not moaned, I yelled out, "OH GOD SAM, I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGG". My orgasm wouldn't stop; it just kept cumming and cumming.

Marty pushed deep inside me and moaned "Did you just call me Sam"?

Panting, I said "I don't know, I may have been thinking about Sam, I'm sorry".

"Oh you're a bad girl, you were thinking that Sam was fucking you, wasn't you"?

Still trying to get my breath, I said "I don't know, maybe I was a little".

"Oh God that's so hot" he said, as he pushed even deeper inside of me and started to cum. I could feel his hard cock jerking inside of my pussy as he pumped red hot semen into me.

After he pumped his last drop of cum into me, he slowly pulled out with a suction sound. Then he sat down next to me, breathless. After a few seconds he spoke. "So you were thinking that Sam was fucking you"?

I wasn't sure if it was the right thing to say, and my mind was still foggy from the alcohol, but I said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, or why I was thinking of Sam. I'm so sorry I did that".

"Sorry, don't be sorry. I think it's hot as hell. I've never seen you act like you just did during sex before. It was really good. If you like, go ahead and think of Sam every time we make love. You came twice in a very short time. So don't be sorry, we can enjoy your little fantasy together. I can even play the part of Sam if ya like".

I knew that it was also the alcohol making him talk the way that he was. We have never talked about one another's fantasies before. We kissed and hugged for a bit before heading off to our bedroom.

I went into the bathroom to clean myself up, and to slip into my sexy little blue baby doll pajamas. Marty always loves it when I wear sexy little see-through PJ's to bed. And this little baby doll was really see-through. You could see my still hard nipples poking out, and even the little line of hair down the middle of my mound. From the back, the little bikini panties didn't hide a thing. You could see my butt crack right through them.

I walked into the bedroom to find Marty lying on his back in the middle of the bed, and totally nude.

"Oh God, you look so hot" he said as I walked towards the bed. Then he started playing with his half hard cock, and asked "Are you ready for some more of this"?

I was smiling as I got in bed, and replied,"Sure, I can handle some more of that". I bent over him and took his cock right in my mouth, and I could taste the mixture his semen and my juices that were coating it.

His cock was soon fully hard as I continued sucking on it. Then Marty said, "Let's play a little game".

Taking his cock out of my mouth, I asked, "What kind of game"?

"Turn out the lights; we'll do a little role playing".

"What the heck is that", I asked?

"Turn out the light and get back into bed. Then just act like you're in bed with Sam, not me. It should be a fun little game".

Again the alcohol had taken control of my mind. I would have never gone along with this silly idea had I been sober. But seeing the state of mind I was in, it sounded like a great idea.

With the light off, I crawled back in bed between Marty's legs. I found his cock to be harder than it was before I turned the lights out. I gave his cock a kiss as I worked my way over the top of him. His hands went straight to my boobs after untying my baby doll top.

Then he started the game, "Oh Jackie, your tits feel so good, I bet your husband loves these puppies".

"Mmmmm yes he does" was all I could come up with.

Then rubbing my crotch through my panties, Marty moaned, "Mmmmm, your pussy is nice and hot, hot and wet. Get them panties off, and sit down on my cock baby. Are you sure Marty is not going to come home soon"?

Now I got it, he was playing the part of Sam.

After slipping my little blue panties off, I positioned myself above him so that I knelt with my knees either side of him and moaned, "Mmmmmm, we have lots of time before he gets home".

Now we were both into this little game playing role. I lined his hard cock up to my wet little pussy and sat right down upon it.

Marty moaned, "Ohhhhh Jackie, your pussy is so hot, God it feels so good. Does my cock feel better than your husband's?" Then, gripping my hips in both of his hands, he began humping me up and down upon his cock.

I was really into this game by this time. I moaned "Ohhhhh yes, yes Sam... your cock feels so good. It feels so much better than Marty's". I was now riding him like a cowgirl on speed. I had my eyes closed, and I again started thinking just how good Sam's cock felt rubbing on my mound, and how much I enjoyed him playing with my ass as we danced.

Marty kept his dirty talk going, and this really got to me.

"Mmmmm Jackie, you sure know how to fuck. I may come over every day while Marty's at work and fuck you. Would you like to get fucked every day by me"?

"Oh God yes, yes oh God I'm cumming, yes, yesssssssssssssss". All this talk got me off super fast. And Marty kept it going.

I was in the throes of the most amazing orgasm, brought about by my thoughts of Sam, when Marty brought me out of my trance...,"That's my girl, cum all over my cock, mmmmm yes!

Then, after just a few more seconds of frantic fucking, he pressed himself hard against me, and moaned, "Mmmmmm here it cums baby" Then suddenly, his hard cock exploded deep inside me.

Once I'd recovered, from what was probably the most amazing orgasm I'd ever known, I fell on top of Marty and started kissing him.

He was the first to speak, "Wow that was hot wasn't it?"

"Oh my, yes it sure was" I replied softly, as I kissed him again

"Did it really feel like you were fucking Sam"?

"I don't know, maybe, I don't know, all I know is that you just made me cum really good".

We started kissing again, and eventually both of us must have passed out, exhausted, but totally satisfied.

The next thing I knew, it was morning, and I was still wearing my wide open open baby doll, and no panties. Marty was nude, and we both were on top of the covers. My head was killing me, and I needed to pee really badly.

After using the bathroom and cleaning up, again I slipped on a little pair of red lace panties and my robe. I went to the kitchen and made coffee.

As I was sitting there alone, I started to replay last night over and over in my head. God what are we turning into here. My husband's friend had seen me in my sexy panties and bra. And I never told him about it. His friend had played with my ass on the dance floor. And again I said nothing about it. He even asked me to put on a sexy leg show for him. And again I didn't say a thing about it, and I even went so far as letting him see the crotch of my little panties. What the hell is going on here? We play acted that his friend was screwing me last night. It has to be the alcohol making us like this. We were never like this before we started drinking with Sam. Well that's it, no more for me. That's it; I'm not going to drink any more alcohol.

Marty came in the kitchen an hour later, and not a word was said about our fun and games last night. I'm sure he was feeling the same way that I was.

The upcoming weekend was Marty's Birthday. He asked if I would like to go celebrate with Sam and his girl friend at the same dance club.

I wanted to say no, but then I said to myself, ya don't have to drink. "Sure why not, sounds like fun" was my reply.

"Good, I'll call Sam and tell him. Now ya know you're going to have to wear something really sexy for me"?

Laughing, I said, "Don't I always"?

Smiling, Marty then said, "I'm thinking of a garter belt, or or even a corset with the little garter things hooked to the stockings. How would that be"?

Laughing, I said, "God you never stop do ya? Sure I'll wear something like that for ya. What kind of dress should I wear"?

"Hmmm, how about some sexy short skirt and a tight top that shows off your lovely boobs? Oh, and make the skirt so short that everybody can see the garters holding up your stockings".

"Right", I replied, "Like I would go out of this house dressed like that"."Sorry big guy, not going to happen".

"Okay, well just make sure it's sexy and I'll be happy. Hey how about no panties"?

"NO, NOT A CHANCE!, I'm not going out without panties on, forget it".

"Fine, had to ask" Marty replied.

Again just like last weekend, I got out of the shower and did my make-up and hair, dressed in just my robe. As I was doing my face, I was hoping that Sam had a date this weekend. I sure didn't feel like 'doing' two guys on the dance floor all night again. Marty is the only guy I need to dance with.

Once my make-up was done it was time to get dressed. Marty had requested a corset, so a corset it was. I only have two of them. It's something that women don't wear much nowadays. And if you were a woman, then you would know why!. They are tight, you can't breathe, they push things to where they shouldn't be pushed, like your boobs and waist. In other words, I don't like wearing them, but it was Marty's Birthday, so I simply had to deal with it.

I have a red one, with a black lace covering . Push-up padding, under-wired cups, and all around boning... That's stiff wires built into the sides that help make it give you that body sculpting look. Luckily it also has a front zipper, which means that I can get it on, and off, without Marty's help.




A Good Wife Shouldn't Drink



In order to squeeze into the corset, meant that I had to lie down upon the bed just to get it zipped up. Once it was all zipped up, I felt like someone was squeezing the hell out of me. Next, I rolled on a pair of suntan colored stockings. This corset has three garters on each leg to hook to the stockings. Once my stockings were in place, I slipped on my little pair of red and black matching lace bikini panties.

As I looked at my reflection, in the mirror, I thought to myself, oh my goodness, this thing really moulds your body into something that men love. My boobs were pushed up, and 'popping out' all over the place. My waist looked two or three sizes smaller. I must say, I looked really hot in a slutty kind of way. For the second time this week, I slipped on my stiletto heeled shoes. It's funny how high heels make your legs and butt look totally different than when wearing just flat shoes.

I picked out a cute long sleeved blouse. Dark pink, with little white stripes. It had hidden front buttons, and was made out of some kind of silk and spandex. So it's real stretchy and very form fitting. It also had a deep 'V' neckline that showed a lot of cleavage. Finally, I stepped into my skirt. The skirt that I had chosen for the night, was a short black leather one. I guess it could even have been called a miniskirt, seeing how short it was. The hem is right at mid-thigh. Looking at my outfit in the mirror, I decided that I need to pull my stockings up a little higher. When I sat down my skirt rode up, and was too short to hide the dark rings around the stockings tops. So I unhooked them from the garters, pulled them up to just below my crotch, and re-hooked them. Then after another look in the mirror, I was ready to go. I was still going to have to be careful, when I sat down or bent over, or I would be putting on a free show for somebody.

"WOW"!, was the comment I received from Marty, when I walked into the living room. Waiting there with him was Sam, and his date Ann. After hugs, kisses and introductions, it was time for us to set off for our night out. Letting Sam and his friend go first, Marty couldn't resist the temptation to grab hold of me, and slide his hand up under my skirt so that he could have a 'quick feel'.

As he was feeling my lacey crotch he said, "Oh fuck Jackie. I can't wait to get in these little panties, you look so sexy tonight"!

Pushing his hand away, I said, "Happy Birthday Baby. I'm your birthday gift but, you can't open me up until we get back home. Then I'm all yours, to do whatever you want to do with me".

After a quick hug, we made our way out to Sam's SUV. This time we had the back seat to ourselves. Marty couldn't keep his hands from under my skirt. I don't know how many times I had to tell him to stop it.

Once we got inside the club, we found that all the booths were taken, so we had to settle for a small table with four chairs. It was up near the dance floor, so once we had rearranged the chairs it was fine. I ended up in the middle, between Marty and Sam, with Ann on Sam's other side, and with all of us facing the dance floor.

As with last week, it was Sam who ordered the first round of drinks. He ordered something called a 'Submarine'. I didn't trust Sam, so I told the girl to cancel my 'Submarine' and make mine just water. As expected, Marty gave me some shit over my decision, but I just shrugged it off.

Once our drinks showed up, Sam did the 'Cheers and Happy Birthday thing', with all of us clicking our glasses together. Then he warned us. "Be careful. After a few of these, you'll realise why it's called a 'Submarine', and you'll probably end up under the table!. It's a tropical island drink made up of banana liqueur, white rum and vodka. But they sure are good".

I took a sip of my water as the others did the same with their drinks. Marty said."Man, this stuff is really good. Here Jackie, try it, its unreal how good it tastes".

I took one little sip, and was really surprised that it had no booze taste at all. Then against my better judgment, I told Sam, "Wow, that is good. Next time ya order, get me one too please"... So much for a sober night.

The evening went on about the same as last weekend. A few hours into it, and we were all feeling good. Marty, Ann and Sam were doing shots of something for the Birthday celebrations, I somehow managed to not do any shots.. I had danced with both the guys a few times. Marty had even danced with Ann several times. I think he liked her slim little 21 year old body, with her big fake boobs. We were all having fun, so I didn't mind him lusting after her some. After all, I knew he was going home with me at the end of the night.

I was sitting in my seat, rocking to the tunes, when all at once, I felt a hand slide under my skirt, and fingers rubbing my vagina right through my panties. I jumped and started tugging on his wrist to get it out. Marty was trying to get his fingers under the tight elastic leg band of my little panties.

"Stop it, people are watching you"!

"I don't care" Marty replied, as he kept trying to get his fingers inside my panties.

All my squirming around to get away from him, had caused my skirt to ride damn near all the way up around my waist. Anyone looking our way, would have had an unobstructed view of my sexy little lace panties, my stocking tops, and the garter straps holding them up. This included Sam, who was sitting right next to me.

Finally, after forcing Marty to remove his hand, I was able to rearrange my skirt and make myself look respectable. I was so embarrassed. Now for the second time, Sam knew exactly what I had on under my clothes. I was Mad at Marty, and I told him, in no uncertain terms, to keep his fucking hands to himself!

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Laughing, he said. "What? I don't get a Birthday feel? I like playing with your pussy. Is that a bad thing"?

Right then, I knew that the booze had taken over his mind. He doesn't talk or do things like that to me when he sober. The alcohol was also having an effect on me. My reply was, "That's fine honey, and you can do whatever you feel like doing to me, once we get home". I gave him a kiss, and tried to act like I hadn't just been embarrassed in front of everyone.

I would say, in maybe an hour or so later, Marty was completely screwed up. He was slurring his words, and just sitting there like he was in his own little world. I also was feeling really good. I wouldn't say that I was drunk, but I was well on the way to being drunk.

Then Sam asked me to dance. 

"Sure, would love to", was my reply, as I got, somewhat unsteadily to my feet. We walked to the dance floor hand in hand. It was a slow song, so he took me right into his arms and held me really tight . As we moved around the floor, I felt his hand move down to my butt. It felt good, so I didn't protest at all. He then started squeezing my butt through my skirt as he pulled our crotches tighter to each other

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Looking into Sam's eyes, I whispered, "You know we shouldn't be dancing this close, don't ya"?

Smiling, he replied, "Ah fuck it. Marty don't seem to care, and I think you kind of like it". He then started swaying my hips from side to side, making sure that I could feel just how hard his cock was getting inside his pants.

I replied, "I think Marty is drunk, that's why he doesn't seem to care, but he does care and trust me.

Sam then kissed my ear and said, "God I love a woman who wears garter belts and stockings. That little show you put on really turned me on. If Marty needs any help at all getting into them little black and red lace panties you're wearing, let me know. I'm here for you".

Looking up at him, and melting in his arms, I replied in my sexiest voice," I'm not wearing a garter belt; I'm wearing a corset with garter straps for my stockings".

"Mmmmmm, that's even better" was his reply, as the song, and our dance ended. . He tried to kiss me, but I turned away and walked back to the table.

It was the alcohol that made me talk so freely to Sam. I would never normally tell someone other than my husband, exactly what I was, or wasn't wearing under my clothes!.

After a few more sips of my drink, I suggested to Sam that we better get Marty home, because he'd just about fallen asleep in his chair.

A short time later, the four of us somehow stumbled our way out to Sam's SUV. 

Not two minutes into the ride home, Marty was out like a light. Ann also passed out in the front seat next to Sam.

Sam started bitching as he drove. "Fuck, looks like I'm fucked tonight. I'm not going to be getting any pussy off her, she's out cold. I knew this young kid couldn't keep up with the big boys".

Laughing I said, "Well, looks like we are in the same boat. Marty can't keep up with the big boys either".

Once in our driveway, I couldn't get Marty awake to save my life. I asked Sam to help me get him inside.

Between the two of us we got him into the house. Leaving Ann in the SUV passed out. I was just going to drop him onto the couch and cover him up, but Sam suggested that we take him on into the bedroom so he can sleep it off in bed.

It was hard getting him down the hallway but we made it. Once in the bedroom, we laid him down on his side of our bed.

Once I was sure that Marty was safe and sound, I walked to the foot of the bed were Sam was standing. I thanked him for the good time that we had enjoyed together, and for helping me with Marty.

Smiling at me, Sam said "You're welcome sexy, but you owe me a kiss for all my hard work here".

I decided that one little kiss wouldn't hurt. So I leaned towards him and gave him a kiss right on the lips.

I was soon to find out that a little kiss COULD hurt!

Our kiss just kept getting hotter and hotter. We just kept kissing and kissing. I stopped the kiss and said "We shouldn't be doing this", but I was still there, locked in Sam's arms.

Then, just before we kissed again, Sam said "I know we should stop"

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Oh my God, his kissing was getting to me. I couldn't stop kissing him back. He bent over a little, then I felt his hands on the backs of my thighs. Ever so slowly he started sliding them up under my little skirt. His hands came up to my stocking tops, and were soon on the bare skin of my legs between my stockings and panties. Still kissing, I felt his hands move up to my panty covered ass. Cupping a cheek in each hand, he started squeezing my ass as he pulled me tight.

Then I felt his fingers going to work on the back button, and zipper of my little skirt. It seemed like only seconds later when my skirt slid down my legs to my feet. Then he went to work on the buttons of my blouse. Needless to say, it wasn't long before my blouse was also on the floor.

Breaking our kiss, Sam stepped back from me, and eyed me from head to toe as he was removing his clothes. Once he was down to his boxers, he looked at me and said, "Mother Fucker Jackie, you are so fucking hot, that shit your wearing is too much. Turn around so I can see your cute little ass".

I was on such a high by now, that I didn't see a thing wrong with his request, as I slowly turned all the way around for him. When I was back to facing him I asked if he liked what he saw?

Smiling, he dropped his boxers and said, "I like, I like very much".

Drunk or not, I just about fell over when I laid my eyes on the biggest cock that I'd ever seen in my life. It looked like it was fake, not real. And it was getting harder by the second as I feasted my eyes upon it. It started standing upright, and looked to be growing even bigger.

I was doing my best to clear my mind, as he took me back into his arms so that we could kiss again. Then I felt his cock slide between my legs and on to the crotch of my panties.

I broke the kiss this time, and said again, "We shouldn't be doing this". Things were going way to fast. His cock felt so good sliding on my crotch and he was back to squeezing my ass as we started kissing again. I stopped it again, but I knew that the little fight I was putting up, was over. I then said; "Let's go in the other bedroom so we can be alone"

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Sam stopped kissing me and looked me right in the eyes, and said "No-way sexy. I'm going to fuck you right here in your bed. I'm going to fuck you right next to Marty, and you're going to love it". He then gave me a little push, and I fell back on the bed on my back.

I started to protest as Sam started kissing the insides of my stocking covered thighs. Little kisses and licks, as he worked his way towards my crotch. Putting my hands on top of his head, I said "No Sam, no not here....Oh God that feels good. Sam no... please let's go into the other room".

My pleading fell on deaf ears. Sam's fingers were soon pulling my shoulder straps down. I felt the cool air hit my breasts as he rolled my corset cups down. He then went right to rolling my super hard nipples around.

"Mmmmm God, we should stop" I moaned.

Then I felt Sam's mouth right on the crotch of my panties. He started running his tongue up and down my slit. He would take his time rolling my clit around. There was no stopping now. God I love to have my vagina licked. Marty doesn't do this as much as I would like. Sam was licking me right through my lacey panties, and I was his. I totally forgot about being married, or the fact that I was right there in bed with my passed out husband. I pulled Sam's face tight to my crotch and moaned out, "Mmmmmm God, that feels so fucking good.

Still playing with my hard nipples, Sam then pulled my panties to one side, and sank his tongue right into my hot hole. Then he began sucking on my clit, tonguing me from top to bottom. I was soon out of my mind. I was begging him not to stop. "Mmmmmm yes, OH YESSSSS, OH GOD YESSSSSS".

He then started to finger fuck me as he sucked on my clit. Oh my God this did it for me. I yelled out, "OHHHH GODDDD I'MMM CUMMINGGGGGGG". I held his head hard against my pussy and had a wild orgasm as I pumped my hips up and down upon his hot tongue.

As I recovered from my orgasm, and looked up to see Sam smiling at me. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked.

"Mmmmm yes, I loved it. God, do you ever know how to make a woman happy!".

Smiling down at me, he then said," It's only just begun baby", before we started kissing again. I felt him pull the crotch of my panties to the side again. Then I felt the head of his hard cock. He was sliding it up and down my wet pussy lips.

"Mmmmmm your pussy feels so hot and wet. Are you ready for some cock"?

Rocking my hips up to him I moaned "Mmmmmm yes", as I opened my legs as wide as I could.

He gave his cock a little push. Then a little harder push. Then an even a harder push, as he tried to get it inside me.

"Man", he moaned, "You've had two kids, and you're this tight, I love it", and then he tried to enter me again. He then gave it a really hard push, and the head of his cock popped right inside my tight little pussy about an inch or so.

"OHHHHH FUCK, TAKE IT OUT, OH GOD IT'S TOO BIG", I yelled as I tried to get him out of me. It felt like he was ripping my vagina wide open. I was pushing my butt down into the bed doing anything I could to get him out.

Sam was kissing me and trying to calm me down, as he kept the head of his cock just inside my tight little pussy." Try to relax it will be fine.

Trust me it will fit, we'll just have to go real slow. Relax baby", he said, as he kissed my neck, ears and lips.

Shaking, I moaned in his mouth as we kissed, "Oh God, don't go in any more, it's too big".

Then, very, very slowly he started thrusting his hips back and forth, and with each thrust he managed to ease another centimeter of that monster inside me.

I was holding his hips in my hands, and still shaking as I moaned, "Please, please, go slow, God it's so big".

Ever so slowly, Sam kept sliding a little more into me. Then all at once something happened. The pain kind of went away, and was replaced with pleasure. Don't ask me how this happened so fast, but it did.

I let out a little moan, and relaxed my hips from pushing into the bed.

Sam felt me relax and said as he kissed my neck, "That's a girl; open that pussy up for me".

I started to relax more and more as he started going deeper and deeper inside me. I let go of his hips and started digging my nails into his back as I moaned, "Ohhhhh yessss... Fuck... Yessss!".

Sam then said; "Told ya it would fit, how's it feel, do ya like my cock"?

"Oh God yes, it feels so good, oh my God it feels good".

I don't know how much he was pumping into me but it felt like a foot. He was still going very slowly and deeper with every stroke. I have never in my life been so full of hard cock. I've never felt anything like this before. And I knew I was going to be having an orgasm very soon.

By now he was fucking me with long, slow strokes, and going deeper each time. I was thinking I must have all of him inside me now.

I started meeting his strokes as I moaned "Mmmmmm God that's so good, mmmmm fuck me, yes, yes, yesssssssssssssss". I had my feet flat on the bed now, as I pushed up to him on each stroke.

My orgasm was starting and I needed him to go faster. I was now pumping up to him and moaning, "Mmmmmm yes, yes, faster, faster mmmmmm yesssssss".

He didn't go any faster. He was driving me crazy by going so slow. I needed to be fucked hard and fast, and I needed it now.

I was about to cum and started yelling, "OH FUCKKKKKK, FUCK MEEEEEE... OH YESSSSSSS... I'M GOING TO CUMMMMMMM".

My moaning and yelling put him right in the mood for some dirty talk to help push me over the top.

"You like my cock, don't ya"?

"Yes, oh yesssssss".

"I love making some guy's wife cum all over my cock. You're going to cum on my cock aren't ya"?

"OH GOD YESSSSSSSS".

"That's a girl, cum for me, cum on my cock; you love my big cock deep in your pussy, don't ya"?

That was it. I couldn't stand it any longer. His dirty talk, and his big meaty cock had pushed me right into total orgasm.

I pushed up to him as hard as I could, and yelled, "OH YESSSSSSSS, YESSSSSSSSS... OH GOD I'MMMM CUMMINGGGGGGG, OH GOD I'M FUCKING CUMMINGGGGGG!". 

Never in my life had I ever had an orgasm like the one I was having with him. Marty had never made me cum like Sam just had. My head was flopping from side to side as I arched up in order to get him even deeper inside me. My orgasm just kept coming and coming

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Sam was loving the fact that he had pushed me to an 'out of this world orgasm'.

Sam moaned, "Mmmmmm yes, God I love the feeling of a married woman cumming on my cock. Marty has never made you cum like that, has he"?

Still pumping up to him, I moaned "No, Oh God, never. Oh God, that felt so good".

Sam kissed me and said "Okay baby, now it's time to fuck. Let's see if we can get you cumming again. Maybe Marty will wake up and watch you cum on my cock again".

Sam started pumping into me faster, and faster. Oh my God, it felt so good. I tried my best to keep in time with him as he started screwing me like I've never been screwed before. It felt like his hard cock was now deep inside my cervix.

He was soon fucking me at full speed, just hammering his big cock into me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I again started yelling, not moaning, but yelling, "OH YESSSSSS... OH GOD, FUCK ME... AHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS, YESSSSSS, YESSSSSSSSS!"

Sam knew I was about to cum, and started to talk dirty again. "You going to cum for me again baby? That's it, cum for me, cum all over my cock. Look at Marty and tell him you're cumming on my cock. Go ahead tell him".

I was right at the point of no return. I would have done anything he asked me to do, just to keep my orgasm coming. I looked at the unconcious Marty, and moaned,"Mmmmmm baby, Sam's making me cum. Oh God, his cock is making me cum".

That was all I could take. Our dirty talk, and the hammering I was getting from his hard meat, sent me over the edge. Locking my legs around him, I pushed upwards and yelled out, "OHHHHHHH GOD I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGG, MMMMMMMM YESSSSSSSS!". As I worked my pussy up and down his big cock.




A Good Wife Tempted



My wife came home from a party very hungry for sex. I woke up with her tongue wrapped around my cock and her fingers masturbating me. She sucked me deep into her mouth and I neared a climax. "Don't you do it. Not yet." She moved quickly to her knees above me and lowered her breasts to my lips. I sucked the quarter sized nipple; it was already erect with passion. Her long black hair covered my face. 

"I'm going to fuck you to death," she hissed in a whisper. She plunged down, her pussy swallowing me whole. "You're not in deep enough, Scott. Tonight I need you deeper, bigger," Cyn declared as she pressed down hard on me trying find another inch or more to fill her.

"What is this all about," I wondered silently. I lifted her off the bed with a thrust of my hips trying to give her all I had. I exploded in her.

"Not yet, Scott," she demanded. But it was too late. I had disappointed her.

She used my semi-hard penis to work on her clit, to keep herself moving toward a climax. I wanted to please her. It had been a long time since she had so urgently wanted sex.

I rolled her on her back and my fingers went into her pussy, my thumb caressed her clit.

Cyn and I are past 40. Our sex life is good but now with long recesses when little happens for weeks. She is often not in the mood. We have two teen-aged daughters. There is no sex if they are in the house. Cyn worries they will hear us. Its usually just an excuse. Seldom much passion to our love-making. We've been married 20 years. I guess a low key love life is typical at our age.

But she was hot tonight. 

She was fucking my fingers hard as I masturbated her. She turned to me and slid her tongue deep between my lips, fucking my mouth. I tried to keep up with her, to regain my passion so I could satisfy her. After a minute more, she whispered, "Sweetheart, let's use that big dildo you brought home that time from New Orleans."

Now this surprised me. It must have been 10 years ago when I shocked her in bed with that huge oversized black cock that I had purchased from a dive in the French Quarter. I had tried to use it on her that night ten years ago instead of my penis(without her knowledge). She knew something was different...for one thing it is huge--10 inches of hard cock. She sat up and turned on the light. Seemingly scandalized, and certainly embarassed, she had examined it thoroughly. Curiosity got the best of her. She flipped its switch, felt its vibrations; she flipped the switch to the next speed and watched the extended thrusting feature of the cock head adding another inch to its length. She didn't get angry, but she got up and got rid of it. She didn't want it in the house. "Its so obscene. What if the girls saw it?" She told me I must have lost my mind.

But it had turned her on that night because she fucked me aggressively, long and hard, to multiple orgasms.

So now I answered her. "I wish we did still have it...your heat could melt it tonight," laughing gently again as I said it.

She quietly lifted my hand from her pussy and walked through the dark into the bathroom. When she returned beside me, she put my hand on the thick dildo and made me grip it. She had kept it all this time. Had she been using it over the years? She had slickened it's full length with something, maybe KY jelly. Her voice husky, she whispered, "I want every inch of it."

I recovered from my astonishment,as she guided my hand (now holding the massive dildo)to the lips of her soaking wet vagina. "Cyn, that must have been one helluva party tonight."

"It was. It was." She pressed on the back end of the dildo; it began sliding through my fingers into her pussy. She sucked in a breath of air and held it. "MMMMMMM...Touch my clit softly as he goes deeper. Turn on the low vibration." She was still controlling the inch by inch penetration. She spread her legs as wide as they could go. "Stay on my clit." I obeyed and listened to the hum of the vibrator pleasure her. "Watch your wife being fucked." From the moonlight, I did watch her pussy stretch around that cock and slowly gobble every inch. "Best fuck I've ever had," I heard her say as she hunched the big cock.

"Fuck me, Scott." My own cock was rock hard again so I thought she meant for me to make love to her so I moved to mount her. "No Scott, fuck me hard with this big lover you brought home to me." I turned up the vibrator to the higher speed and the extender muscle of the dildo began thrusting inside Cyn. I pulled 6 or 7 inches out then slid him back in much faster than before. Her hips rose and eagerly took the whole monster with ease. Another minute or two brought her to a shattering climax; her orgasm lifted her hips high off the bed as I plunged it once, twice, a third time into her straining, exploding cunt. Finally her hips collapsed onto the bed. "Leave it in me for awhile," she told me. "Its divine."

Ofcourse the entire performance surprised and amazed me. Now I was hoping for another chance to make love to her. So I affectionately and lightly scratched her abdomen, her ribs, her breasts. I kissed her lightly, lovingly. She said nothing. But I knew she liked it; she always liked soft scratching of her skin. The dildo remained buried in her pussy, now turned to the low vibrating level, the thruster turned off. She enjoyed the soothing sensations the dildo and I delivered.

Cyn had been a virgin when we married. I never felt the virgin's barrier; her pussy always felt intensely hot, wet, soft, and very large, too large for an average-sized penis to fill until she neared climax; then the walls of her vagina became rock hard and squeezed the cum from me...at least on those occasions when I lasted that long I felt I could match her. Typically, that hot, soft bottomless pussy felt so good that I couldn't prevent my premature explosion. In those days she teased how "You boys can never hold it." Just joking banter and teasing.

As she enjoyed the lingering feel of the dildo and my soft scratching of her smooth skin, I asked very quietly: "What happened at Robert's party?"

"Sure you want to know?" she answered slowly after a moment passed. "I still can't quite believe it myself."

Now I really wanted to know. I have tried to get Cyn interested in sex these past few years by sharing fantasies with her when we did occasionally make love. At first, she didn't catch on. Afterall, I'd ask her questions about her past sexual exploits with boyfriends. I finally got her to share a few stories with me. She had dated several boys in high school and college for extended periods, one guy for her entire freshman year. Her denials finally relaxed enough to tell me about make-out sessions in high school, allowing some boys to pet her breasts. I finally learned that one had lifted her dress and caressed her pussy over her silk underwear. He found her clit through the silk and excited her enough to spread her legs. For the first time, a boy's fingers entered her pussy; he finger-fucked her pussy to a climax. 

At a swimming party at a nearby lake her senior year in high school, after everyone else had left and the sun dropped, the same boy had taken off his bathing suit. He made her touch him. She liked it. He got her in the water and got her suit off too. His penis moved on her clit and opened her pussy lips as they kissed. He tried to fuck her. She wanted to but was frightened. So he didn't. Instead she let him teach her how to masturbate a man. It was her first time to have a man's sperm in her hands. After that she did that with three other boys she went steady with in college. She admitted as we made love that she really liked manhandling a penis to orgasm and watching it ejaculate. "Something deliciously sexy about it," as she put it.

None fucked her. I asked her intimate details. Were they bigger than me. "Seen one, you've seen them all," she had answered. I assured her she was wrong about that. She told me that one guy had really been thicker than anyone else. But Cyn quickly reassured me none were any longer than me. "Maybe thicker, but not longer. And the head of your cock is big." Was she trying to re-assure me? It was a relief. But I know ofcourse that my dick is 6 inches, maybe a little more than 6 inches. Enthusiastic, but average in size.

Over these past 3 years our sex talk needed to escalate to add spice to our love making. I graduated to asking if she had ever fucked her boyfriends. After early denials, she found out how to excite me. As things heated up, she would tease, "Wouldn't it hurt you if I admitted I let them fuck me."

"Did you?"..."Maybe"..."Who? Which ones?"..."You'll think Im a slut. Do you want your wife to be a slut? Would you like it if I told you everything I did with those boys?"..."You know I love penises"..."Penises; more than one?"......"Yes. I loved fucking them. Even on first dates. I loved spreading my legs for those boys and taking their cum."

By the time the conversation got that far, I always climaxed inside her. I just couldn't handle it. She was making it all up, I knew, but it worked. It was so amazing because I have always been the jealous type. But I loved the wild fantasy.

Then the sex talk graduated to asking her what she'd do if another man now tried to kiss and touch her. Or fuck her. Would she commit adultery? She had a ball teasing me with all this. "Maybe I already have," she would answer. "Who? Who?" I'd beg.

Her typical answer: "Sure you want to know? I don't think you could handle it." I'd cream in her at the very suggestion and Cyn would just laugh and tell me how pitiful I was. I'd laugh too and tell her I'd never trust her again. Satisfied with this horseplay and good sex, we'd fall off to sleep. Unfortunately those sex sessions were too rare. But great fun when they did occur.

So that brings me back to our conversation this night after Robert's party after she had awakened me with a blowjob, surprised me with her aggressiveness, then pulled that giant dildo from her hiding place that was still humming quietly in her recovering pussy.

"What happened at Robert's party? Something turned you on."

"I don't know if I can admit it all to you." She pressed her lips against mine and kissed me. "Its not fantasy."

I felt a stab of jealousy in the top of my stomach...the same place you get butterflies when you fly over a steep hilltop in a fast car. What's happened? An early twinge of fear tightened around my groin. My penis stiffened involuntarily. "What happened?" I plunged into the abyss. "Who was there?" My second question backed onto safer ground.

Robert and his friends were at least ten years younger than us. He was a friend of one of Cyn's friends at work. It was a barbecue and swim party; 4 or 5 couples were coming. I knew none of them. I had met Robert a couple of times and did not like him very much. Too full of himself. A little too loud. I had begged off because I needed time in the office. Cyn's girlfriend and her husband picked her up. Cyn jumped in the car wearing her conservative navy blue 2 piece bathing suit and a cover-up, carrying a little bag containing a change into casual clothes. I presume she had panties in there; she hasn't worn a bra since college. Cyn has lovely, firm, upturned breasts. A tanned slim body with lovely legs. That had been the last I saw of her until she awoke me later after the party with that delicious blowjob in the middle of the night. I had never before been awakened that way but I highly recommend it.

Cyn explained that it was a fun party. Everyone was attractive and personable. Lots of small talk, joking, drinks and great music. She told me a little about each couple. Robert's date was pretty and nice. There was Sean. And Dean. A light skinned bright young black man with his wife. There were others whose names she missed, more people than she expected. Robert's girlfriend had left around eight because she was going home that night to visit her parents an hour away. 

They had gone swimming early on. They had danced a little to the music, especially the oldies. Some danced inside in the living room, some on the patio. A slow one came on, An oldie--"Lay your head on My Shoulder, whisper in my ear--Babyyyy". 

"I fell in love a hundred times in high school to that song," Robert told Cyn. "Let's dance." When they went into the dark living room to dance among the others to the slow tune, they were still in their bathing suits. The conversation was nice. She was pleasantly at ease from the alcohol and warm evening. He danced well. Close, an arm around her waist, one hand lightly on the skin of her hip where his thumb played with the lip of her bathing suit panties, his other hand holding hers pressed between their bodies beside her breast.. She liked him. He made her laugh. Their knees and the length of their thighs touched as they danced.. Their tummies touched as they danced. Their cheeks were together while he talked to her...all about his teen-aged years, college, how he'd never married but he would some day. 

They danced numerous dances. Cyn became aware of the thickness of his penis pressing into her pubic area. He had an erection. Harmless fun. She aroused him. A compliment to an older lady. She let him press deeply against her. His penis pressed against the opening to her cliteris which was protected only by the thin silk fabric of her swimsuit bottoms. Did he know how squarely on target he was? Her clit was aroused. She gave him the benefit of the doubt.

She told me she even joked with him boldly, "Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?" He laughed and apologized. "Can't help it. Just a red-blooded American."

"That's what I'm worried about," she bantered. She noticed the other couples had left them alone. He dropped his hands to her rear and pulled her gently but tightly into his cock. She could feel his warmth. His cock was rubbing her clit. She felt fire between her legs. Her pussy stirred to the stimulation. 

"See nothing to worry about," he laughed.

"Feels like there is a lot to worry about, Buster." They laughed and moved their bodies off center so that his right thigh and knee replaced his cock, his leg now between her legs, her bare thighs holding his bare thigh as he pressed his leg against her pussy. "Is that better?" He asked.

"Worse." But she enjoyed the dance. Let him have his fun; she'd be gone in a couple of hours.

She felt an excitement at his boldness and her flirtatious response. His cock felt very, very large. She thought about me, her husband and how her teasing brought me to an easy climax when we were making love. Now she really would have a true story to tell me. Another man making moves on my wife. Cyn allowing him to be so bold. Feeling his cock on her clit. And she wanted more. She felt a wild thrill run through her.

Then Robert kissed her as they swayed to the music. She tightened up but relaxed after a second. She opened her mouth for his urgent tongue. The kiss became wet and sloppy and passionate. He was fucking her mouth and she let him. She was sucking on his tongue like a penis. She gave his tongue a thorough blow job as he filled her mouth and excited her lips. Both his hands pressed her from behind onto his penis. He surprised her. She suddenly realized his cock was out of his bathing suit and slightly entering her pussy, her silk bathing suit acting as an elastic prophylactic. She felt the urge to fuck. She opened her legs for him. Then his hands entered the back of her bathing suit and cupped her buns. A finger pressed her anus. Then entered the back of her wet pussy.

She held him in her arms, wanting him to fuck her right then and there. The excitement gripped her. Then Cyn tried to gain control of herself.

"I pulled his hands out of my bathing suit," she told me. "I couldn't believe what we were doing. But he was still kissing me. He held my right hand and brought it down to his cock."

Lying beside my naked wife as she confessed all this, I felt sure she was going to tell me they fucked right there in his living room. Or in his bedroom. Jealousy and lust battled in my balls. I was in danger of silently ejaculating as Cyn spoke. I struggled to control myself.

"You want to know more?" Cyn asked me. She kissed me again. She took the dildo out of her pussy and put it my hand. "That's what he felt like in my hand. Enormous beyond belief."

"I masturbated him. His hands went under my top and he massaged my breasts while I masturbated him. I wanted to see his penis. I wanted to suck him. But all I did was masturbate him. When he came, I pulled his bathing suit up to catch the mess. We kissed for awhile. His penis pressed against me. Still big. I finally told him we had to stop. Everyone would miss us. I went out and jumped in the pool. He came out a few minutes later in a different bathing suit and started cooking the steaks."

"Then you came home?" I asked her hopefully.

"Well no. I changed into my shorts and blouse to eat supper. I couldn't believe what Robert and I had done. After all these years of marriage and children. I tried to stay away from Robert so no one would suspect us. I wanted to go home to be safe. I had no way to leave. Then we all went with wine into the living room. Everyone laughing and joking. Maybe half the party had gone home. I guess I was a little drunk. Most of them were playing cards. Robert was in the middle of that group. They finally invited us to play. That's when I learned it was strip poker. Ofcourse everyone joked like it wasn't serious. Like it was teasing. Like a dare to play. So I went along."

"I did ok. Lost my shoes. Then one of my earrings. They all booed and said earrings didn't count. But I got away with it. I couldn't believe the guys. Sean lost his sandals, his shirt then his bathing suit. He just took it right off. His wife left the room to go swim. She was angry with him."

I asked Cyn why she didn't leave too when Sean's wife stepped out. She took a moment to answer. "I wanted to look at Sean. He was uncircumsized. I had never seen that before. He saw me looking at him. I watched him becoming erect. I just didn't leave. Oh Scott, I liked looking at him. He knew it too."

"Then I lost again. They wanted me to remove my blouse or my shorts. I had no bra. They didn't know but I had no panties on either. I tried to quit but they protested I had already lost. That I hadn't quit when Sean lost his pants. I had stayed around to see him. To see his penis. It was true. That was exactly why I stayed. Sean told me to be a good sport. "Look at me. I'm being a good sport." He looked down at his penis and so did I. Everyone laughed.

Sean walked up to me and told me he'd help with the first button to give me nerve to strip. I closed my eyes. He opened the top button. He pulled my blouse away from my chest and looked inside my blouse. "Beautiful!" They all laughed again.

"Now you open the other two buttons and take off your blouse for us," Robert instructed me. With my eyes wide open, I unbouttoned the second button. My blouse was now open below my breasts. I was hanging out of my blouse. They cheered. Then I began opening the last button."

Robert spoke up. "Cyn can keep her last button. She doesn't have on as much as the other ladies."

Then Robert lost his bathing suit too. He was so big. He has a nice build but such a big cock. Its thick and its long. I wanted to go dance with him again. There were six of us left. Four guys and two women. Two of the men nude. Scott, it was so exciting. Outrageous. Other than you, it was the first two cocks I've seen in almost 20 years. 

She kissed me. Then asked me, "Mad at me? Jealous? What?.... I'm sorry." She kissed me a long wet kiss and whispered in my ear. "I wanted to fuck them both." Her hand caressed my hard penis as she admitted this to me. She couldn't resist teasing me. She squeezed my balls and said with a sexy smile, "They were both bigger than you, especially Robert. Your wife was just doing what you've been telling me to do."




A Good Wife Tempted



I asked her to tell me the rest.

"Are you hoping your wife got fucked?" A moment passed. She teased some more. "Do you like the idea of Robert fucking me with that dildo of his?" The black dildo was still in my hand. "Filling me with his cum?"

I couldn't answer. My cock shot a load of sperm into her hand thereby answering for me. She kissed me. "You love it and hate it, don't you sweetheart. You finally have a slut for a wife but you don't know what to do but ejaculate for me." Cyn kissed me again.

"Let me tell you the rest of the story. I lost again. My knees felt weak as I proceeded to open the last button. I was ready to take off my shorts too and share my pussy with all of them. I knew that was exactly what I was going to do. Strip and show a room full of people I hardly knew my breasts and pussy. Then I knew they would watch as Robert led me back to his bedroom to fuck me. I was so excited I could still feel when he had pressed that cock into me against my bathing suit. I was reaching an orgasm right at that moment in front of them. Robert walked over. His penis almost touched me. He opened my blouse. He left it on me, but open. Most of my chest was exposed. Not my nipples. His cock pressed against my belly button. Then he opened my blouse to examine my breasts. They watched his hands cup them both. He squeezed my breasts hard and the tingling shot up my pussy deep into my vagina. He squeezed my nipples. My pussy caught fire. It must have been on fire. I climaxed as he lifted, squeezed and massaged and pinched. My pussy overflowed in front of them all but I didn't lose my balance. My shorts were wet. I wore no underwear. My juices flowed down the insides of both thighs and down past my knees."

"Everyone watched us."

"As he played with my breasts, he told them to deal the cards again. He looked me in the eye and told me. 'If you lose again, I'm taking those shorts off.'"

"I have no panties on."

"He answered,'Then I am going to take you to my bedroom. Fuck you. Send you to your husband full of my sperm.' " 

I ejaculated in Cyn's hands.

She kissed me. 

I finally spoke. "He fucked you, didn't he."

"Not yet. I won the next hand. I gathered my things and they brought me home to you. I was so hungry to to make love to you that I sucked you off, fucked you then fucked that wonderful dildo."

"You really didn't let Robert fuck you?"

Cyn slid out of bed and slipped back into her two piece blue bathing suit. 

"No. But He told me he'd be waiting if I changed my mind. If you have no objection, I've changed my mind. I'll bring you a load of his sperm."

A minute later I heard the engine start and Cyn was gone for the night.