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Bad Things Cum in Groups of Three

By: mondotoken



It was a hard day at work and I just wanted to go home to my overstuffed home and watch some ball while lounging around in my underwear. I wearily turned the key in my front door and walked into the living room of my one -bedroom dropping the backpack containing my soiled uniform and quickly unbuckling my pants letting them drop to the dirty carpet. My half erect cock was peeking through the front of my jeans and I didn't bother to tuck it back in considering I was home alone and the wife was out buying boxes to put most of the miscellaneous stuff collected in our home into storage. We were borderline hoarders and she'd been watching some show that gave her some half-hearted epiphany about the sorry state of our shared existence. I of course didn't give a fuck if it meant getting her to clean the house even though most of the stuff going into storage belonged to me. They were relics of my days as a free man before getting caught and promptly married off by a rather convenient set of circumstances.

"Uhm; excuse me Andy." I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of another voice in my supposedly empty home and turned to find my wife's best friend looking me in the eye with her mouth agape. "WHAT-What are you doing here Dakota?"

"I came over to help pack up some of this stuff and Christine said I could snag a few of her old clothes for the good will." Dakota was my wife's on again-off again best friend and I generally didn't give a fuck about their state of affairs because it meant that she wasn't home most of the time preferring to hang out with old acquaintances. Dakota was easy going enough and didn't really have any appreciable bad habits that rubbed off on my wife. She was this tall, thin blonde who squandered away a teen modeling career in her youth due to some serious partying which left her with a coke habit so bad that her family had forcibly sequestered her away in rehab during her second semester of college.

"You seriously scared the shit out of me just now Dakota."

"Touché you did the same to me when you came in a few minutes ago; Christine said she was going to pick you up from work." A coworker had been kind enough to drive me home after noticing how burnt out I was during my shift.

"Somebody brought me home; I was really fucked up today and couldn't keep it together. It's a miracle I didn't go on a work related rampage today." I went to fish my phone out of my pocket and noticed that my jeans were in a corona around my ankles. I also realized that my cock was hanging out right before her big blue eyes.

"SHIT!!" I quickly yanked my pants back up struggling to zip up and nipping some of the tender flesh around my junk.

"It's cool don't sweat it Andy; it's not like I haven't seen it before." She started laughing as I remembered that my wife had taken a nude photo of me years ago as I lay asleep and texted it to a group of friends. I'd been livid and kicked her out of my apartment before we'd reconciled later over dinner. 

"That shit never goes away Dakota; I would have taken a photo of Christine but she don't care who sees her nude." It was true and my redheaded wife never let me forget how comfortable she was going around in revealing and Ill-fitting clothing. I'd met Christine at the San Diego Comic—Con when some acquaintances of mine had pointed her out in a form fitting silver space suit that looked painted on her thick voluptuous frame. In a weird circumstance I'd run into her while taking a few DVD's back to a local video store. We'd ended up having some drinks at a nearby bar and have been together ever since.

"Yeah she used to get kicked out of school all the time when were young; everybody was always calling her a slut because she wore daisy dukes all the fucking time." My cock lurched a bit as I pictured my wife's huge pale butt cheeks hanging from some torn up jean shorts.

"So she just left you here in our dirty house?"

"Take it easy Andy; it was my idea to help out and I figured that we could kill two birds with one stone. Besides Elvin is getting to be too much lately." Elvin was Dakota's dick of a husband and the low level dealer had a police record as long as my arm. 

"Fuck's he been doing now?"

"We just had a little fight because he thought I got into his stash; I swear I'm gonna leave his stupid ass someday." Her words just trailed off as I walked towards her with a raised eyebrow knowing she was full of shit and simply seeking a beer from my fridge. She seemed hesitant to move from my path as I passed her going into my kitchenette and once I was at my destination the reason became clear.

"So Dakota; Elvin "thought" you got into his stash?" There were a few lines of coke on a vanity mirror my wife no longer used since she had me locked down.

"Don't judge, I just needed something to take the edge off Andy. Elvin got kind of rough with me today and she picked me up so the least I could do is clean up around here for her." That sounded more like the truth to me knowing my wife's true nature and the fact that she tended to use people more than she should.

"I don't give a fuck what you do as long as my wife isn't involved; she's not doing this shit with you is she?"

"No she's been trying to get me back into rehab, but I'm still trying to make up my mind." I just nodded and fished a tall can from my fridge downing half of it and looking at my wife's buddy visibly squirming in front of me. After a few moments her easy smile returned as she leaned back against the counter and lit a cigarette from a pack next to her husband's stash.

"So uhm; you're really cool with me doing coke?"

"Of course not Dakota but you aren't my responsibility and I'm not really a big fan of fucking Elvin. You're an adult and I'm not generally inclined or qualified to judge anyone." She happily turned back to the counter and did a bump with a rolled up dollar bill. She was wearing a simple red t-shirt and some khaki shorts that seemed a little shorter than normal. Her long lean slightly shapely legs ended at a small pair of feet covered by simple flip flops.

"Thanks I don't think I could take some body judging me right now." She was wiping the residue from her nose.

"Just don't tell my wife about seeing my junk earlier alright?" She started giggling and I immediately took offense.

"What's so damn funny?" She started laughing even more and I figured that it was from the line of coke up her nose when she produced a small cheap looking phone.

"Well you're all bent out of shape about people seeing your dick but I found this earlier." Dakota flipped open the phone and in moments I could hear what sounded like people fucking emanating from the small cheap phone. I face palmed as I realized the phone was my own, another relic from my single days. I'd just gotten the phone and was having quite a time with the camera feature on it when I'd hooked up with this Goth chick at an after-hours club who possessed one hell of a wide partially tattooed butt. I'd spent the better part of that night stoned to high hell while hitting it doggy for a good three hours before clumsily cumming on the back of her half shaved head and getting into a fight with the freak.

"Well that was for my own ahem, pleasure; what are you doing looking at it?"

"Your wife said I could have dibs on whatever I found here and I figured I could sell it for some cash. Used cell phones are all the rage for quick cash Andy; although I'm sure you probably don't anybody seeing any of your movies." I gingerly snatched the phone from her and took a walk down memory lane staring at the grainy footage clearly showing my disembodied cock slamming wetly and repeatedly into "Fantasia's" huge jiggly butt without mercy. The wet smacking sound from the video filled the kitchen and I looked up to see Dakota smiling while taking a few puffs from her cigarette.

"Don't take this the wrong way but you do "good work" Andy." I noticed a tinge of red in her round youthful looking face made all the more so by the slight gap between her front teeth. She had her usually long strawberry blonde hair cut just below the ears giving her an even more youthful appearance than she normally had.

"Excuse me but how else would somebody take a compliment like that after someone's been foraging around through their personal belongings?"

"Well I found it in the back of the silverware drawer and maybe you should have kept it somewhere secure from my prying eyes."

"For your information I haven't seen that phone since I had a fight with my wife (Then girlfriend) about it; she wanted me to delete all the pictures of other girls and that video." I realized that Christine had hid my phone away in the back of the silverware drawer and subtly replaced it a week later with the gift of a new phone. I hadn't even thought about it up since I'd been confronted with it after begging off sex after pulling a double shift at work. Christine was sure I was having an affair with one of my coworkers and I'd refused to delete the phone's content telling her that I'd dump her if she did. 

"Oh it looks like I'm gonna have you two fighting before the night is over."

"I'm not going to tell her about this and neither are you; right Dakota?" She nodded before doing another line. I'd seen my wife's friend from time to time throughout our seven year relationship and it was usually when she was in trouble or some other such matter like when she'd been arrested for prostitution in Japan and deported back to the states with little or nothing to show for her time in the land of the rising sun other than the clothes on her back. She claimed that some shady character confiscated her passport when she arrived at her hotel for a "model shoot" forcing her into a situation where she had to "Do Things" to get back to the states. Of course Dakota had no idea that I was even vaguely aware of her past with the origin of my knowledge arising from pillow talk.

"Yeah sure; but I don't see what the big deal is Andy. Christine's no angel herself and I don't know why she'd get bent over something that happened before she was even in the picture."

"Are you sure you're married?" We both laughed as I fished two beers out of my fridge tossing her one which she chugged confirming her past status as a party girl.

"It's big." She commented when the laughter had died down cupping the can with both of her thin hands and drinking from it like a mug of coffee.

"Come again?"

"Your dick; it's a good size is all I'm saying." The next few seconds were uncomfortably quiet as she did another bump and put her cigarette out in my sink while I opened the window to let the smell out. I found her staring at me with a mischievous smirk when I turned back from the window. 

"Did I say something wrong Andy?"

"It's cool I know you're just fucking around and I'm not even going there." I did feel a twinge of uncomfortable guilt knowing that since I found her in my home I'd been checking her out here and there. I usually didn't go for the long and lean type but she just had this kind of easy going laid back nature that kind of snuck up on you. That and the fact that my wife had dragged me out on Friday night to miss a perfectly good basketball game to a gallery showing of some photos that had been taken of Dakota during an outing at Burning Man some years during her prime. I had found enough drink and sports talk during the excursion to hold me over until I reached home. While I was walking around buzzed to the tunes of La Roux's "Going in for the Kill". I'd found a large photo of Dakota sitting in an inflatable pool topless. She was partially obscured in the long narrow photo which was eight feet high but there was no mistaking that her right breast was exposed and I focused on the puffy erect nipple longer than I should have. My wife had been watching and drunkenly offered to buy the picture for our living room. I laughed it off with a comment about some detail in the picture other than her best friend's boob and we moved on never to discuss it again.

"Come on don't shit me Andy; you're weirding out because I saw your thing and because of what I said."

"You're tripping out girlfriend; it take a lot more than that to freak me out." I tried to sound casual but I knew she wasn't fooled.

Dakota reached down grabbing the helm of her t-shirt raising it up over her chest hooking it behind her neck. It was known that she didn't like wearing brassieres and I found myself staring at her bare chest with a nice round pair of baseball sized tits staring back at me. She had really puffy areola and slightly inverted nipples which got an immediate reaction out of my cock.

"Oh FUCK no Dakota." I half whispered trying to step out of the kitchen only to have her grab one of my forearms.

"It's only nudity Andy; this is our natural state the way God made us and intended for us to be. You were put off because I saw your thing and I'm just paying it forward." This was sound new age reasoning coming from the cute worn out blonde but she'd never done something like this before and I didn't know how to react.

"Besides I already know you like my tits and I thought I'd give you a little closure."

"What are you talking about?" Before she even began to explain I already knew that she was talking about the gallery incident. Dakota explained that she and my wife had a few laughs about it the following day while they were out having a ladies day together.

"Come on Andy; there's nothing to be ashamed of about liking my tits. They're my best feature over all anyway and was really flattered when I found out how much you wanted them; Christine said you practically railed her that night and I'd like to think I had a little something to do with that display of carnality." It was true that I fucked the hell out of my old lady that night but I was simply performing to divert suspicion away from my earlier actions.

"Here why don't you touch one and close the circle." She brought my right hand up to cup her bare slightly sweaty tit and held it there when I tried to pull away. Her smile was so infectious and calming as I relaxed a bit feeling the nipple harden in my palm while I watched the other harden and elongate into an impressive thickness which I longed to take into my mouth. I squeezed and kneaded the available breast marveling at the frim buoyant feel of it that was so much like a young high school age tit. My fingers started rolling the nipple making her moan and lurch forward towards me and it seemed that she would have fallen to the floor if it weren't for my body being in her direct path. Her hand came up cupping my cheek as her thin lips found my own and we were making out in earnest before either of us realized what we were doing. 

Her tongue darted into my mouth quickly enticing a reaction from my own as I invaded the recesses of her small mouth only to regret also picking up the taste of nicotine and recoiled from her embrace. Dakota effortless slid down to her knees taking my pants and underwear with her as my cock sprung out hitting her on the cheek. Her thin fingers dug into my pelvis as she leaned forward on the back of her calves to take me whole in her mouth. I shuddered feeling the underside of her tongue run along my glans tickling and teasing me while she pumped her head back and forth. She spread all ten of her fingers running them under my shirt and over my abs before coming to rest encircling the base of my cock. My own fingers were grabbing handfuls of her dirty blonde hair as I began to push into her mouth with urgency forcing thick webs of cum from her lips that ran down her thin chest over those nice little tits. 

Dakota was very good at sucking cock making me weak in the knees forcing me to hold onto the counter top to keep from falling to the floor. It felt strange to be suddenly cheating on my wife right there in the kitchen with my rock hard penis embedded in her best friend's mouth. As quickly as it began it was over as Dakota pushed off of my cock gasping for air and standing up to do another line of coke from the counter top. She had this way of bending over that reminded me that she'd been sent to ballet classes early in her childhood before other interests (drugs) took over. Dakota was bent at a perfect ninety degree angle pushing her small narrow behind grazing my erect cock. The khaki shorts had ridden down a bit because of her narrow hips exposing a bit of her ass crack and my fingers dug into the back pockets drawing them the rest of the way down falling to the dirty tiled linoleum of our kitchen floor.

Her butt was small and plump with tight cheeks and dimples where her back met her hips. I lined my cock up along her crack and began sawing myself there feeling heat rising from the area. She indulged me placing her elbows on the counter and resting her head whimsically in her palms looking over her shoulder at my progress. My cock was harder than it had been in months and I "accidentally" poked her sweet spot a few times before sinking half of my length inside her finding a surprisingly tight fit. In about five attempts I finally hit the end of her tunnel and let it rest there as I reached forward cupping both of her tis and rolling her thick nipples. She pushed back on her thin legs bring my pelvis into contact with her tight ass while our lips met again. 

"Fuck me hard." She moaned after we'd kissing for a few minutes and I started pounding her roughly from behind making her moan and whine with forbidden pleasure. Her pussy had been slightly wet at the start and instantly became sopping wet a few moments into our coupling. A loud wet smacking noise could be heard throughout the small kitchen as we fucked like animals. I reached down cupping the underside of her thigh and hooked one of her legs over my shoulder while her other remained perfectly balanced on the floor giving testament to her ballet training as I pushed deeper into her body slamming into the end of her love canal repeatedly while her face took on a reddish hue. She threw her arm around my neck and turned in mid-air hooking her other leg over my available shoulder balancing herself with her arms behind her back at a forty five degree angle. 

"FUUUCK!!" This position felt heavenly and I royally pounded her into a sobbing mess as tears began to roll down her face until I relented lowering her to the floor with my cock still deep inside her thin body while we made out like long lost lovers. My hands were already spreading her cheeks apart and diddling her backdoor when she shuddered and sucked on my earlobe before sticking her tongue in my ear for a strange toe curling sensation. Dakota placed the palms of her hands on the countertop and sink and pushed her lithe frame up until my cock was free of her snatch quickly dropping to her knees and sucking my cock like her life depended on it. She pursed her lips painfully around me and I took advantage grabbing most of the hair on her scalp and using her mouth like a fleshlight until I finally came in several huge thigh tightening bursts down her throat. She didn't lose one drop as my hands cupped the back of her head and my cock hit the back of her throat spewing straight into her gullet. I looked down to find her looking directly up into my face eliciting a final burst from my abused member.

Dakota remained on her knees as I drew my cock from her mouth catching her breath and coughing a little bit as I slowly zipped up wondering if I'd just made the biggest mistake of my life. She stood up looking a little disappointed to find that she'd run through her pilfered supply of coke and decided to light another cigarette as I found one last remaining can of beer.

"Can I have some of that Andy?" She casually asked when I'd downed half of my drink and I obliged watching every little detail of movement from the laid back blonde for any sign of post coital craziness.


Bad Things Cum in Groups of Three



"Uh, that was fucking intense huh?" She snickered after finishing the can and began running water in the sink washing her hands.

"Yeah uhm; you're not gonna tell Christine?" I just had to know and didn't feel like beating around the bush with her. Dakota could be flaky as all get out and this had been the basis for the on again-off again friendship my wife Christine had experienced with her over the years.

"No are you?" She begun washing a pile of dirty dishes in our sink as if nothing had ever happened between us and it was sort of peculiar.

"Well uh; no I don't think that would be cool."

"Me neither." She turned with a wide smile and pinched my nose walking out of the kitchen and into our living room where a box of various odds and ends was sitting on my coffee table. I chugged half of a carton of orange juice before following her. I'd noticed that her shorts were still on the floor and hurried into the living room to find her fishing around in her purse finally producing a joint which she lit up.

"I think you forgot something." I held up her shorts with her panties plainly visible lining the khaki material.

"My hero."

Dakota ended up with several boxes of second hand swag for the good will and we watched some show on Net-Flix until my wife finally reared her red head with a pizza and some more beers. Neither one of us betrayed the other and I breathed a sigh of relief when my wife finally drove her blonde friend home a little after midnight. I caught up on my missed game with some Sports Center coverage while I fished through a few left over boxes. I found a few pairs of panties that Christine didn't wear anymore and they were all coincidentally pairs that I liked. Our sex life had kind of tapered off over the years and we were sporadically having intercourse with no set schedule. She blamed it on my lack of interest but in truth I felt that she'd become rather lackluster between the sheets preferring everything to be done in the missionary style.

I set aside the pairs of underwear fishing around in the purse and finding some old tattered letters that seemed to have Polaroid's inside. My curiosity got the better of me as I opened when yellowed envelope to find a picture some guy had sent my wife of his penis. I was jarred out of complicity as I looked through other offerings from my wife's unknown admirer with most of the pictures being of his huge black cock after it was spent. My first instinct was to trash the letters and photos but I started reading the letters figuring that they were from an old boyfriend.

"Christy, you got a brother sprung on that big back porch and I'm jonesing for another slice of that ass. Girl your head game is off the track and I think we can get my boy Jamal to get it like you wanted even though I don't get down like that. I'd do anything to hit it doggy even let my cousin hook it up too." 

I was incensed with rage wanting to meet my wife at the door with a pistol and force the truth out of her when she came home. I thumbed through some of the other thing in the discarded purse finding a few Polaroid's my wife had shot of herself in an interesting state of undress. She was facing away from the camera with her huge panty clad ass on display. Further reading revealed that Christine was taking the photographs for a male acquaintance who gotten himself in trouble with the law and was serving time in prison.

"That fucking bitch." I murmured to myself going to a dark place before cooler heads and my memory of her best friend's wet cooch calmed me. I found myself wanting to know how far the rabbit hole went and opened her laptop logging in with her password and going through her history to find a number of dating and hookup sites catering to lovers of large women along with some nude photos my wife had been sending out to potential "friends." I almost ripped her laptop in two but cooler heads prevailed and I put everything back the way I found it moments before she returned home. I'd cheated and there was no telling if Dakota would keep quiet if I divorced her friend.

"Hey honey sorry about being late but you know how it is when I get with Dakota; that girl can really talk your head off when she wants too." She kissed me on the cheek before heading off to our bedroom oblivious to the fact that I'd been glaring at her the entire time. In moments she was snoring as I sat quietly in the living room staring at the old purse that containing secrets I was never meant to know. I would have several glasses of J&B before passing out on the couch.

*****

The divorce was ugly, very ugly indeed and in the end I had to give up a little more than I was willing to but everything turned out fiscally okay. I really did love my wife Christine and it hurt me to part with her but I couldn't reconcile the parts of her that I didn't know with what she showed me on a daily basis. I often lay awake at night wondering if anything in our lives was real and silently blowing up at the thought of some other guy banging her while she talked to me on the phone. At our divorce proceedings I was finally able to see the other guy-Reggie Simpkins, a brother that worked security in the building where Christine worked. My lawyer and good friend Walter had employed a private investigator turning up three more of my wife's indiscretions that included another ex-con, the manager in our old apartment building and a police officer who'd stopped her for speeding. I was absolutely humiliated beyond words and beside myself with shame for not seeing it sooner. 

I'd recently received a promotion at work that I'd worked to long and too hard for leaving me with a nice bit of change and I'd rented a loft. I'd bought a few things but left it mostly unfurnished. I kept busy with movies, internet and gym workouts but my life was kind of vanilla. My friends were of the general opinion that I was in need of a good fuck to get on with my life and I agreed but couldn't bring myself to venture out into the dating scene again.

"Andy; is that you?" It was a Saturday morning and I found myself at the park in the early hours jogging along a wooded path when my eyes were drawn to a woman running fifteen feet ahead of me. She was kind of short and a bit stocky; but her curves were infinitely distracting drawing my eyes to the fuchsia colored work-out clothing she was wearing. She had long flowing brown hair that stopped just below her shoulders that obscured her face as my eyes traveled a path down her spine to an oversized rear haphazardly stuffed into a modicum of material giving her bottoms the appearance of booty shorts. Her rounded cheeks were hanging lower from the shorts than it appeared she was comfortable with judging from the way she continually pulled down on them as she ran. Her only companion was a border collie that jogged alongside of her connected by its leash. After a mile or two of jogging behind her my heart had other ideas as I found myself resting on a bench in the park when she walked her dog over to an animal fountain rewarding her pet with a drink.

"Andy; is that you?" I looked up finding out that she was definitely of Asian descent and cute as a button but I didn't initially have a clue to her identity.

"Oh wow you don't remember me; my name's Kailani and 'I used to work in the coffee shop at the building where you worked." The fog gradually lifted from my head as I recalled an introverted bespectacled student with her nose constantly in a text book. We'd struck up a fast friendship when I'd mentioned to another coworker an anime that I'd been watching spiking her interest. Kailani was probably a few pounds heavier back then and her dress was a little more eighties era with big baggy looking clothing and wide brimmed hats covering her dark hair. The person in front of me was an entirely different creature as I face-palmed upon realizing who she was.

"Damn I'm so sorry; it's been a while uh, Kailani right?" Her face lit up when I said her name and I remembered how much I liked to see her smile. Our talks had been the highlight of my day due to the fact that I hated my job and the people that worked there with a vengeance.

"So you do remember me after all; I was getting all butt hurt for a moment there."

"Come on girl; you'd really get twisted because a customer didn't remember you?" She had this roundish cherubic sort of face with a button nose and a wide grin that almost appeared too big for her face. My eyes couldn't help but wander over her body with her sort of truncated torso that was offset by her overly wide hips that stretched the material of her gym shorts to the max drawing my attention to her pronounced camel toe. Her powerful legs were a testament to her dedication to running that had initially netted her an athletic scholarship before an ill-advised biking accident took that opportunity away forcing her into a menial job at a coffee shop. 

"Maybe if he was a fellow Otaku like myself." It was a Japanese term that described our interests and we both owned it like a badge of honor. After a while I'd made it a habit of going to the coffee shop simply to see Kailani and it was like a shot in the arm that helped me get through my day. She'd disappeared one day replaced by some waif without one tenth of the people skills and I'd crossed the coffee shop off my list of regular haunts before finding a job elsewhere.

"What happened to you Kailani; I came in one day and you were gone." 

"Well uh, I got an opportunity to make a little more money and I had to do what I had-well, I'm going to school now and I'll be a full-fledged pharmacist in no time." I was genuinely happy to see that she was fulfilling dream.

"I'm happy for you; glad to see that somebody got out of the rat race." 

So what happened to you Andy; still working for that shitty company?" She bent down rubbing her dog's head and splashed a little water on his fur giving me a generous view of her shapely bottom and the way her shorts rode up revealing a definitive gap between her legs.

"Eh I just traded one shit job for another...well, with a little bit more money." She continued smiling and rubbing the border collie whose name was Shelby. 

"Well at least it's different and that's a start don't you think?" She was fishing around for something to say and trying to sound positive and I truly appreciated that.

"Thanks for the charity Otaku; I knew there was a reason I missed you so much when you were gone." She broke into a wide grin and walked over intending to give me a hug but Shelby started barking loudly perceiving me as a threat.

"Say Andy; do you live around here?"

"I have a loft a few blocks away, why?" She caressed Shelby's head calming the animal who jumped up placing his front legs on her chest and licking her face.

"I just thought that maybe we could catch up on old times is all; think we can go to your place and do that?" Her question was dripping with innuendo and I was more than game if it meant having more time with her. I'd never told her that I was married feeling that it would dampen our friendship. I'd never even entertained the thought of cheating on my wife in those days but I currently found myself in new times and what appeared like a second chance was rearing its pretty Laotian head. 

"Follow me and don't forget Shelby." We talked of many things pop culture and eclectic flight of fantasy from the original Transformers cartoons to the pure robotic bliss created by Go Nagai in his prime. Shelby even managed to warm to me by the time we reached my front stoop and Kailani seemed genuinely enchanted with my new digs telling me how her apartment was even a fraction of the size of my loft. I jokingly told her she could move in any time she wanted and we both laughed it off as she put Shelby out on my small enclosed patio and pulled the screen door up causing a truce between me and the animal who began barking profusely while we continued our tour ending at my laundry room.

"Man you seem to have everything here; you don't even have to do laundry outside?"

"Laundromats can be a little weird and off putting; besides you don't know what was in those machines before you used them." I was speaking from the heart and experienced some anxiety stemming from an incident where I'd found a dead rodent in one of the dryers of a laundromat I'd been using. The place came with a combination washer-dryer and that was the selling point for me.

"Think I could use your washing machine?"

"Sure, you can come over anytime you want and wash to your heart's content." I punctuated my statement with a smile unprepared for what would happen next. Kailani discarded her top to stand topless before me. She playfully tossed her sports bra to me instantly reminding me of my afternoon tryst with my wife's best friend Dakota some months earlier as Kailani took it one step further placing a hand on my shoulder and peeling her skin tight shorts off. She giggled a little as she turned and bent over picking up the rest of her sparse clothing from my floor. 

"You don't mind do you?" She gingerly took the garments from my hands and placed them in the washer turning it on as I admired the view. After a few moments she turned and drew my zipper down deftly pulling my erect cock free on my pants. I was at a loss for words not knowing what to say and completely blown away by her bold demeanor. She used her other hand to tug my sweat pants down mid-thigh handling my balls as well. Her touch was electric sending shivers running through my body as she kneaded me with skilled precision. Kailani took one of her hands away only long enough to drool a line of saliva into her own palm and adding it back to my tumescence.

"You know I want you to do with this Andy?" The wet, sticky sound of her fist roughing jacking my cock was all but drowned out by Shelby's con tenuous barking and Kailani led me by my member to the screen door in full view of her pet.

"We've been together so long that he doesn't know who's the boss; so every now and then I have to remind him." She gave my cock a few more strokes before letting go and getting down on all fours facing the window. She had her palms placed directly under her torso and her legs spread as wide as she could manage creating an inviting view of her rounded cheeks and exposed snatch. She had well defined tan lines that revealed that some of the old Kailani was still present judging from the width and expanse of the full back panty shape against her tan skin.

"Come on Andy; help me show Shelby who's in charge." Her voice was husky and labored making me rip my t-shirt as I snatched it off and kicked off my shorts becoming nude like Kailani who only wore some knee highs and her running shoes. I couldn't believe how big her butt was noting that it was wider than protruding and was probably why I hadn't noticed it in the old days. Then again she did have a habit of wearing baggy clothing. Moisture was practically dripping from her cunt as I pressed the head of my cock against her opening and slid partially in finding her confines a little tighter than I expected. I noticed that her brown-eye looked like she'd experimented before and a mental note that I'd try to get some anal the next time we fucked.

"That feels really good but you're going to have to shove the rest of it in there Andy." I completely sheathed myself inside her with three violent shoves making her cry out and try to work with me as Shelby lost it probably thinking I was hurting her. My fingers dug into the pliant flesh at her hips and we began fucking with her matching my pace shoving her ass back at me matching my cadence. Her sexy voice and childish moans enhanced the experience as she pressed her face against the glass of my patio screen door while her dog whimpered and pawed at the door. She looked over her shoulder at me with this pleading look that made me push into her tight cunt even harder. My balls were slapping up against the underside of her sex and soon she sounding like she was crying from the rough rutting she'd asked me for. 

"Fuck me hard Andy." She was speaking in a labored monotone voice and her body was almost glistening with sweat. It had been a while since I'd gotten laid preferring internet porn over actual interactions with the opposite sex due to the pain I was still experiencing and it was this fact that accounted for my longevity. Kailani's head was pressed up against the glass and Shelby was whimpering and licking the screen door where her face was. She actually stuck her tongue out and licked the spot where her dog was giving me a strange vibe as my ball s tightened up signaling a pending climax.

"Fuh-Fuck I'm gonna cum Kailani!!" For some reason I felt like I should warn her and I didn't know why but she looked back at me with her mouth agape before squinting her eyes and somehow tightening her cunt up around me in an incredible display of body control.

"Where are you gonna cum Andy?" She managed to ask as my climax fast approached.

"I-I'M GONNA CUM ALL OVER THIS FUH-FUCKING BEAUTIFUL ASS-SHIT!!" I had reached my zenith and yanked my cock from her grasping sex to nearly coat all of her wide tanned butt with an epic amount of cum. After the first three bursts of milky semen covered her butt, I pressed my cock against the crack of her ass shooting a string of cum half way up her back. The haze and afterglow washed over me as I used my hand to evenly coat her ass with my spunk. I noticed that Shelby had calmed down and was sitting on the patio silently watching both of us.

"Thanks Andy; I really needed that and I've been wanting to fuck you for over a year now." She confessed her thoughts with a sheepish grin as she laid on her side wiping some of my jizz from her butt and staring at it webbed between her fingers.

"Really?"

"Yeah; there were times when we were talking in the past that I was soaking wet just from talking to you. It kind of seemed like you were never gonna ask me out and then I figured out your secret." Her post coital confession was going into uncomfortable territory.

"What secret?" She responded by grabbing my ring finger and giving it a little tug.

"One day I noticed that you were wearing what had to be a wedding ring and I was a little disappointed figuring that you were playing the "friend role" to get into my panties. But after a while it turned out that you were really genuinely my friend and then things got interesting."

"Oh?"

"Yeah one day it just hit me that I didn't care that you were married because I had these feelings; I just wanted you to say something-something to show me that you were feeling the exact same way I was. But Andy you never did and it drove me crazy." I was reeling internally from her confession.

"I-WANTED TO FUCK YOU SO BAD ANDY...but you turned out to be faithful and then I met your wife." Her voice was cracked as she continued getting everything off of her chest.

"You met Christine?!!"

"So that's her name; she walked into the shop and bought a two cups of coffee. I noticed a pregnancy test in her purse and we ended up talking about babies and shit. When she left I looked out of the window and saw her handing you the other cup of coffee. You guys were all hugged up and I was devastated."

"Devastated?" My wife had never told me that she might be pregnant during that time and it must have been a scare from "hooking up" with one of her boy toys. I shuddered at the thought of all the deception that I was unaware of during that time.

"Yeah; enough to quit my job and get my life back on track; you don't mind if I use your shower do you?" I didn't have to answer as she gently pushed me to the side and stood treated me to a view of her short curvy body in particular the slight sway of her buttocks as she walked towards my bathroom. She stopped turning to give me an enticing view of her profile and crooked her finger at me.




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"Coming?"

I had a stand up shower in my rectangular bathroom and Kailani and I made the best of our situation squeezing into my narrow shower to enjoy one another's bodies. In minutes both of us had become soapy messes rubbing and grinding against one another with glee. She moved behind me wrapping her arms around my abdomen and grabbed my package like she owned it jerking my soapy cock with authority and milking to a powerful ejaculation quicker than I would have preferred. Kailani was nice enough to oblige me in this way two more times finishing me with her skilled mouth on the third round. I couldn't get over how much of a sensual being she was only remembering the interesting bookworm I talked with at the coffee shop as opposed to the woman passionately washing my body in the shower.

"Go to your bed and wait for me." We spooned for a few moments before I padded off to my bed still wet from the shower and laid on my back following her instructions to the letter. We'd obviously lost track of time due to my darkened home and she didn't keep me waiting long as she appeared in silhouette in my doorway staring intently before stepping up on my bed and placing a foot on either side of my head. Her breathing was labored and seemed to be deep in thought looking down intently at my face before squatting down using her hands as leverage against my wall. I knew what she wanted and eagerly partook of her taste lapping and sucking on her pronounced lower lips. She was silent at first watching my progress before my inspired efforts broke her façade making her moan and gasp sharply.

"Oh yeah Andy; now I'm going to FUCK you." The way she put emphasis on the word "fuck" sent tremors through my engorged member as Kailani lowered herself onto my chest sliding down to align her sex with my crotch. I was so hard that she didn't need her hands to insert me into her wet box as her plump lips sought my own in a blistering display of passion. Somewhere in the distance I heard Shelby yelping for her while her arms were wrapped around my neck. Her knees were locked on either side of my thighs as she slowly undulated her rounded hips against me while swirling her tongue in my mouth. She began picking up pace until I could plainly hear her wide butt slapping down on my pelvis. Kailani wasn't lying when she said that she was going to fuck me making good on her declaration while pounding me into the memory foam of my mattress. I couldn't help myself as I grabbed a tan cheek in each hand pulling her hard against my sex and making her repeatedly cry out arching her back and pushing her flat chest into mine.

"Andy; we're going to cum now-TOGETHER!!" The way Kailani had taken charge had my thighs painfully tightening up as she planted her palms flat on my chest and continued fucking the dog shit out of me. The manner in which she arched her back look almost painful as her long brown hair brushed fleetingly against my calves while her the small cups that were her breasts pointed towards the ceiling.

"OOOOOOHHH FAAAAAWWWK AAAANDDY!!" She screamed and sobbed as I exploded inside her with little regards for the consequences afterwards. Kailani had gone from being the slightly shy Otaku to being the greatest fuck of my life. She collapsed on my chest planting numerous pecks and strange darts of her tongue on my sweaty skin sending tingles of pleasure running through my body. I was well and truly spent barely able to move and Kailani seemed to be in similar straits lying prone across my body as complete dead weight.

"Thank you." She whispered after what seemed like an eternity of listening to each other's heartbeats basking in the moment.

"For what?"

"This; uh today Andy. I never thought I'd see you again, never thought I'd get to really "have you" like I always dreamed and yet there you were sitting on that park bench like you were waiting for me all this time."

"I doubt you'll be able to get rid of me from now on Kailani." She buried her round face in my chest and chuckled. 

"You always were funny Andy and I really liked that about you." 

"I don't suppose I could a number?" She laughed out loud and darted her tongue around one of my nipples. I could feel some wetness on my pecks and brought her face level with mine finding the source and kissing her full lips before I began drifting off to sleep to the sound of Shelby yelping on my patio. I watched her slide to the side of the bed and walk with a pigeon toed stance to my bathroom. Her curves were simply breath taking. The shower started running but I was fast asleep by then.

"KAILANI?!!" I awoke in complete darkness and looked over at the trendy clock on my bedside table to find that it was three in the morning. My bedroom was cold and there was a draft wafting in from the open bedroom door as I pulled on a robe and walked out into the main room. I found the patio door open and a file piles of brown joy on the concrete left as a parting gift from Shelby. My heart sank as I realized Kailani had left while I was sleeping. I didn't have a problem cleaning up the poop left by the angry border collie. I got hard thinking about the sex fueled afternoon I'd spent with Kailani and tented the robe I was wearing in short order. There was nothing to do without her presence except take things well into hand and I went back into my bedroom finding a slip of paper on my bedside table.

562-725-2879

A swell of happiness engulfed me when I realized that she'd left her number and I would have called her right away if it weren't late in the evening. I figured I'd wait until I got off work the following day and found dealing with my decision harder than I would have liked. I ended up calling her on my lunch break getting "Christmas excited" when her line started ringing. She didn't answer and I was anxious calling two more times before my shift was over. Later that evening I finally got an answer on my third try.

"Hello?!!" The voice on the other end of the call was deep and rough. I figured I had the wrong number and apologized immediately.

"Sorry sir; I guess I dialed the wrong number. I was trying to call my friend Kailani."

"Kailani? HOLD ON-WAIT A MINUTE!! Man, you talking about this thick little Asian cutie with a phat ass right?" Whoever he was, he didn't sound angry with his deep tone being more inquisitive than aggressive.

"Uh yeah."

"AAAWW MAN; YOU FUCKED HER TOO?!! That little bitch is OFF THE FUCKING CHAIN!! Licked my ass hole and everything homie. Kailani was the BEST PIECE OF PUSSY I EVER BOUGHT!!-She kind of expensive but I ain't complaining!!" He sounded happy and nostalgic recalling the memory like it was yesterday and it probably could have been for all I knew. 

"Fuck you motherfucker." I slammed the phone down with enough force to break the receiver in two pieces and cut my hand in the process. I kept it together just long enough to clean my wound before sitting on my bathroom floor and staring at the wall for an hour.

Kailani's scent lingered in the air.

*****

"No." 

"Come on buddy; you really need to get out of the house; you're starting to act like fucking Howard Hughes."

"I don't give a fuck, I hate that David guy and he's the world's biggest douche." Mike a friend had scored a number of tickets to a midnight screening of a new Star Wars movie and was trying to convince me to go so that a ticket wouldn't be wasted. Never mind that everyone else was paired off with their respective girlfriends and wives making me literally stick out like a sore thumb. One of the people in the group was this chump I'd run afoul of over the past five years named David Carell and I had nearly gotten into a fight with him on three different occasions.

"There's going to be eleven of us and you don't even need to speak to him Andy." I'd become friends with Mike while working a temp job filing papers for a law firm and we'd sporadically hung out over the years until he got married to his high school sweetheart Nadia. She was a sweet girl of mixed racial heritage who seemed to have no vices or flaws prompting some of her friends to call her a "Disney Terminator" for her dedication to old school values and the nuclear family aesthetic.

"Dude; I really need you to run interference for me with Nadia so I'm going to have to invoke the "Bro-Code" and remind you of the "San Gabriel Incident". Mike had taken a bullet and a few fists for me and that was all we were going to say about that.

"What's going on that you'd pull that shit out of your hat?" There was a long pause on the line before he finally answered and I figured the answer would be pretty terrible.

"I fucked up-cheated on Nadia." I never expected to hear that come out of his mouth as mine hung agape that their perfect relationship was nothing of the sort. These two had been together since high school and lost their virginity to one another so this was monumental. Nadia was part Indian and Czech appearing like a virtual wet dream and had been raised on a very short leash by her strict parents. Mike first slept with her on their wedding night and if it were anyone else I don't think I would have been shocked.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"LOOK ANDY; I LOVE NADIA WITH ALL MY HEART but...this "THING" just sort of got out of control and I regretted fucking her!!"

"Fucking who?"

"A stripper at David's bachelor party; I was getting this lap dance and well-I FUCKED UP BIG TIME and Nadia's been giving me these weird fucking looks like she knows something! You know I can't keep anything from her once she thinks something's going on Andy!" Yeah he was pretty much fucked because his wife owned his ass when it came to marital politics and she could play him like a violin whenever she wanted.

"How many people know?"

"David and a couple of the guys from the party; they said they wouldn't tell anybody though." I face-palmed knowing the douche nature of David Carell meant that everybody but Mike likely knew of his indiscretion.

"You my friend need to bite the bullet and confess to your wife before somebody tells her Mike." I listened to his irrational reasoning for the next twenty minutes before deciding to give in and found myself approaching the theater a little while later. I didn't know anyone present other than Mike and Nadia and she was a vision dressed in a form fitting cocktail dress with some ornate heels that harkened back to her Rockabilly roots during high school. I noticed more than a few people staring in her direction checking out her dark exotic looks and perfect hourglass figure. This kind of made me regard my buddy Mike as even more of an idiot and I wondered what the stripper looked like for him to put his marriage in jeopardy.

"Andy it's so nice to see you; it's been too long." She gave me a deep hug while her husband looked off with an uneasy expression on his face that puzzled me. She informed me that she'd recently begun working from home after her homemaker's blog had attracted the attention of the local weekly and that she and Mike were finally going to start a family.

"Hasn't been long enough." David quipped before being elbowed by his fiancé, some homely redhead with a doughy midsection.

"Excuse me?" I said begging him to open his mouth again so that I could shove my fist into it. Our contentious association had begun when Mike had convinced me to come along to a house party at an associate's palatial home. David had sensed early on that I didn't belong and repeatedly asked who I was and inquired about my connection to the home owner in the loudest, attention grabbing manner possible until I was finally asked to leave. I had forgotten about the encounter when I happened upon David in a similar situation at a swanky restaurant where he'd brought up the previous incident at a table full of people eliciting copious amounts of laughter.

"Don't mind him; he's so full of shit and that's why we love the guy." Some guy shook my hand without giving his name trying to be a peacemaker, but I wasn't buying it. We were waiting in a long line that extended around the block and the wait was going to be excruciating. I stood there while Mike lost himself in garbage talk with his buddies doing his best not to look directly at his wife. He even seemed to move a few feet away from her leaving the beautiful brunette in my company.

"He's been pushing me away for a week now." Nadia finally admitted in a low tone that only we could hear.

"What?" My gaze was laser focused on David and I was trying to meet his gaze in a silent challenge.

"Mike's done something stupid again and he thinks he can use his friends to hide from me." Mike had quit his job once to start a business and failed miserably; but Nadia bailed him out and took care of the household costs until he found another (lesser paying) job. She'd made him get a deduction on his paycheck that went directly into her bank account to pay her back for his stupidity and recklessness.

"Why don't you ask him what's going on then?" I noticed that she squinted slightly looking directly into my eyes and immediately felt uncomfortable.

"So he's told you huh?"

"Told me what?" I knew that I sounded irritated but tried to avoid looking directly at her pretty face. Mike had gotten a little further in the line and was horse playing with David the douche. Nadia tugged at my jacket sleeve drawing my attention back to her.

"Come on Andy; you've always been so nice to me and I'd hate to think you'd lie right to my face." Her words caught me off guard and I knew I was busted. I really did value Mike's friendship and was pissed that he'd got me involved and that I'd become his unintentional surrogate.

"Hey don't worry; you're a good person Andy and we're always going to friends. Could you do me a favor?" She smiled putting me at ease for the moment and gave my arm a slight squeeze.

"Sure Nadia; what's do you want me to do?" She handed me her car keys and wrapped her arms around her chest rubbing her biceps giving me the impression that she was cold.

"I left my wrap in the car; would you be a dear and retrieve it for me?" I was more than happy to oblige taking the opportunity to get away from the probing questions and strange looks jaunting off across the expansive parking lot to our immediate right.

"It's a black Lexus Andy; check under the passenger side seat." I found the car nearly a mile away from the theatre at the back of the parking lot. Mike drove a modest Prius but Nadia refused to sit in the car or allow him to drive her own because she'd been put in a position to support them when he'd quit his job. So the couple always drove separate vehicles. I'd found her matching shawl easy enough when I was surprised when the driver's side opened. Nadia casually slid behind the wheel looking at me expectantly.

"Get in Andy; I'll drive you back up to the theatre." It appeared she'd followed me across the parking lot to her vehicle. 

"What about the movie?"

"Not really my cup of tea; so I'm going to take a pass. Besides if I'm not around maybe Mike can enjoy the movie without looking over his shoulder." I reluctantly hopped inside figuring that her explanation sounded reasonable and feeling that I'd fulfilled my responsibility to the "Bro-Code" leaving me free to enjoy the movie. Nadia pulled out of the crowded parking lot and drove around the block stopping and automatically rolling my window down while honking the horn at her husband and his friends. I tried to open the door and let myself out but she locked it from the driver's side. I found myself in the direct visual path of Mike as Nadia leaned across my body and waved at him before punching the gas and speeding away. 

"Hey Nadia what the fuck?" I was looking back over my shoulder as the theatre disappeared from view and her phone began ringing with a tone that could have only belonged to Mike judging from the quirky sounding tune that was a staple of his music collection.

"You didn't really want to go see a movie with those assholes Andy; so hit the radio and find yourself a tune." She spoke with a measured even tone that reminded me of her status as the "Alpha" in her marriage.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm hungry; I want something to eat and I don't generally like to eat alone so pick a tune and enjoy the ride Andy." Her phone continued ringing and she picked it up staring at the display for a moment before putting it back down. The phone continued ringing as she turned on her radio to a local station and blasted some loud techno sounding music. Nadia didn't seem to have any attention of answering her phone and in moments it abruptly ceased ringing only as my phone sounded off. I had every attention of answering my phone when Nadia snatched it with nimble fingers.

"Michael I'm going out for a bite at a decent restaurant of my choosing with no entourage in tow and I'll be taking your friend Andy with me as your surrogate. Please enjoy the movie and I want to hear all about it whenever I get home Michael; we can talk whenever you please." Her tone was cold and emotionless giving even me pause as she closed my phone and dropped it into her purse. Her phone began ringing seconds later and she didn't bother to regard it.

I found myself in some trendy late night eatery occupying a much sought after table overlooking the city view from our location atop some skyscraper. I liked to think I was in control of my life and the things I did but this exotic beauty who'd married my friend was showing me a few tricks pulling out my chair and even ordering my drink. Nadia was a sight drawing the attention of numerous men and women making me wonder how he could even entertain the notion of cheating.

"Are you going to be honest with me and tell me about Mike cheating on me with some fucking stripper?" The look on my face as well as my gaped mouth told her all she wanted to know as she motioned for another her glass to be filled.

"I'm acquainted with David Carell's fiancé and I knew the moment that douche blew his load and engaged in some ill-advised pillow talk with one of my girls. Did you know I fixed them up Andy? The only reason she's marrying him is because her biological clock is ticking and she figured he'd give her a reasonably good looking baby." I was taken aback at her cold, methodical tone wondering if part of it was due to the number of drinks she'd consumed.

"So what about Mike?"

"What about Mike; did you really just ask me that question? Well, I'll tell you "What about Mike Andy"...he's going to get a fucking Divorce Andy and he's going to lose a WHOLE LOT OF MOTHERFUCKING MONEY ANDY!! Yeah, that's not all either because I'm going to ignore and marginalize him giving him little slivers of hope that we just might get back together only to slam him with papers that have already been written up since yesterday when he least FUCKING expects it Andy. I might even give him a little pussy before I slap those fucking papers in his lap." The short bursts of emotion in her monologue told me that she was struggling with the revelation that her husband had cheated on her with a stripper and this was the worst thing you could do to really beautiful women because it invariably made them wonder what was wrong with them whether they liked it or not. I didn't know or have anything to say and ordered another drink.

"Andy can I ask you a question?"

"Uh, sure Nadia."

"What did you do when your wife cheated on you?" Her question hit me like a blow to the ribs and I felt a bit or emotion well up inside of me at the memory of Christine.

"Well, I kept quiet about it and investigated her until I knew everything going on behind my back. A lawyer friend of mine helped me out with that part and the subsequent divorce. It wasn't pretty or clean by any stretch, but it could have been a lot dirtier. In the end I gave her most of what she wanted so that I could start a new life and find out who I was after all the lies and bullshit." I looked across the table to find her intently listening to my backstory.




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"You never considered getting back together with her?"

"No."

"Did you find out who you are?"

"Working on it Nadia; but I still have trouble picking a good woman because I'm a horrible judge or character. I ran into an old friend a while after I got divorced; someone I really had a thing for and never acted on Nadia. I was married and trying to do the "right thing" by my wife who was already driving me up the wall and let her slip through my fingers." I guess the liquor was having an effect on me too giving me a stage to work out some of my own deep seated issues.

"Did you guys get together?" MY eyes lingered on Nadia's tanned cleavage that seemed to be threatening to explode from the confines of her black cocktail dress and I mentally apologized to Mike looking up into her hazel eyes.

"Yeah that afternoon we made love; excuse me that's a lie...we fucked like animals for hours while Kailani bared her soul confessing her past love for me and admitted knowing I was married. She even confided in me that she would've still fucked me even if I told her and that's the shit that gets to me every day that I get up and look into the mirror Nadia." I took a deep drink from my glass letting the wine swish around in my mouth doing my best to get things under control behind my face and trying to betray the emotion radiating from within.

"What happened Andy?"

"I woke up later that night to find her gone and a number at my bedside table. I was so happy and giddy Nadia; feeling things I hadn't experienced since my high school days. I called the number and got some asshole who admitted he'd had one of those "afternoons" with Kailani as well. This-fucking-guy had PAID HER for sex Nadia; my Kailani became a prostitute after finding out I was FUCKING married and it was my fault for not being HONEST about my feelings!" She reached across the table taking the glass from my hand and covering it with her own.

"You can't take responsibility for her stupid decision any more than you can blame yourself for respecting your wife enough to remain faithful." Her words were not as soothing as they sounded and there seemed to be something going on with her beautiful face; some emotion picking at her as well. 

"Can I tell you a secret?" A single tear ran along my cheek as I realized how lost I'd been since my divorce.

"Yes Andy."

"I only found out all of this because I cheated on Christine Nadia; I fucked her best friend in our kitchen one afternoon after I'd come home from work. She was there helping with our household and doing blow she'd stole from her shitty husband. We ended up being selfish and fucking the shit out of each other. Later karma reared its ugly fucking head when I found this old purse of Christine's that held all of her dirty little secrets. I found out that she was a bigger slut than I ever could have imagined; that she didn't give a fuck about our vows to each other." More tears were starting to role across my cheek and a few patrons were beginning to stare as Nadia handed me a napkin.

"I could have been with Kailani and probably been happy Nadia."

"Yeah, well that didn't happen Andy and I'd hate to rain on your moment but that's not why you're here and I want to tell you a secret now." I felt like an idiot baring my soul mistaking the napkin she'd pressed into my hand for some sort of sympathy and now I saw her in a different light. Nadia didn't so much listen to people as she waited to speak feeling what she had to say was infinitely more important.

"Yeah sure; spill Nadia." She seemed to vaguely notice my acidic tone as I continued to drink caring little about what I was about to hear.

"Mike wasn't my first." 

"Wasn't your first what?"

"My first anything Andy; I lost my virginity unfortunately to an older cousin a year before I met Mike and while it wasn't idea at the time I found that I rather liked the feel of his cock and we had somewhat of a fling. We must have fucked thirty times within three days; Saanjh really loved my body Andy. I was bent over every piece of furniture in that house and in the end I was obliged to leave him with a pair of my panties to calm him." She paused lingering on the memory while I sat silently processing her candid admission shocked to the core of my being. 

"Of course daddy promptly found out after my physician tipped him off and put an end to the whole fucking thing; Saanjh walks with a limp now and I can't say I'm sorry about that but he did turn me on to the joys of coitus. So much so that I fucked two guys the following week Andy; it was easy because they were like best friends. They started fighting over me right there in the bedroom because one guy, his name was Bendy was taking too long to cum and Prakash got fucking hot!! Well I solved that problem I tell you; my first DP Andy; you know what that means right?" 

"Of course I know what fucking double penetration is Nadia; why are you telling me about all of this shit?"

"I should think it would be obvious at this point; we're going to fuck one another Andy." She said it so plainly that I almost overlooked it and her face remained cold and impassive.

"Why would I fuck my friend's wife?"

"Why wouldn't you Andy? You obviously are in need of companionship and release and I'm your best possible option. I'm going to fuck you every which way but loose and then I'm going to tell Mike everything so that I can watch him cry."

"And what if I say no?"

"No worries; I'll simply walk over to the bar and pick up the first five men that are okay with a group sex experience and have them bukake me after they're done using all of my openings. Then I'm going to have one of the lucky fucks take pictures of me with my new I-Phone which Mike got me for Christmas and send his parents the photos." She twirled her finger in her glass and licked the residue from her pointer finger.

"That is pretty fucked up Nadia; I had no clue who you really were underneath and frankly it scares the shit out of me."

"But that's the point of this whole conversation Andy; you have to know that you only see what people are willing to show you. Once you accept that then your life gets infinitely better. Mike thought he could get some cheap, easy pussy without me finding out and look where that got him. I bet you didn't know Mike had some fun at your expense after your divorce; heard him joking about how you were stupid for marrying a "FAT ASS GINGER" as he put it."

"That supposed to make me fuck you?"

"Well fuck me or fuck yourself; I have a really nice room here in this building and I'm going to go wait there for you to come and fuck me Andy. Make no mistake about it; you're going to have sex with me tonight-not make love. We're going to FUCK and that's all Andy; see you in five minutes lover." She pressed a key card into my hand while giving me a light kiss on the forehead and walked out of the restaurant. I stared out of the window at the city lights and finished my drink. 

There was a number on the key card...22B.

The suite was larger than I expected almost resembling a small apartment as I stepped inside under a single light illuminating a small alcove between the entrance and the rest of the room. I noticed Nadia's purse and a matching keycard on top of an adjacent table. She was sitting at the end of the short corridor on the bed reclining on the palms of her hands with one shapely leg folded over the other. She'd turned on a radio and "This Love by the Cocteau Twins" was drifting through the room. Nadia had this expectant, lazy look on her face as she regarded me. I undid my belt and opened my jeans before pulling my shirt over my head and dropping it to the floor.

She didn't say one word as I approached the bed and stood silently before her waiting. Nadia took her time sitting up and drew my zipper down slowly until my erect cock made itself known popping out of the top of my pants. Only her torso moved forward as she leaned in and took me into her mouth. She began fellating me very softly increasing in pressure and tempo gradually until she was sucking me harder than I'd ever experienced. I was conflicted remembering her arrogant words and grabbed a handful of her silky black hair and fucking into her mouth roughly. Her hazel eyes pierced into me as she looked up while my cock savaged her throat and copious amounts of saliva bubbled up and hung in a nasty web from her full lips finally soiling her tanned cleavage.

The sight of her pneumatic décolletage was too much and my trembling hands attempted to slip the tiny straps from her narrow shoulders clumsily snapping them and fumbling the whole affair. Even with the slight spaghetti straps now ripped from her dress, her chest held the silky fabric in place and I tried again putting a finger in her deep cleavage and pulling the garment towards me hearing a tear occur somewhere and not caring one lick. Nadia cupped the outsides of her breasts hooking thumbs into the top of the dress drawing it down to reveal a strapless black lacey undergarment that barely hid what appeared to be 36 DDD breasts with a prominent tan lines that stood in contrast to her olive colored skin. She'd never stopped sucking on my cock which was completely glazed over with a mixture of her saliva and my fluids.

Nadia finally reared back disengaging my cock from her wet lips holding her breasts tightly together and drooled a sustained fountain of spit and precum into her cleavage before looking up into my eyes. I pressed my cock length wise into the slippery valley between her breasts feeling the warm sticky mixture coat and gulf me as she pushed her luscious tits hard against my member. A wet syrupy sound and our combined breathing filled the room as I fucked her cleavage slow and deliberately until I was on the verge of cumming stopping myself abruptly. Nadia took my member in her right hand softly running her fist along it sticky length until I grabbed a fist full of her dark locks and pulled her into a deep, soulful kiss. My palms found her tapered waist sliding down to her well rounded hips as her wine soaked tongue invaded my mouth with equal fervor wrestling with my own.

I felt as if I would cum and shoved her roughly back turning her to face the bed and pushed her with enough force that she had to stop herself with both hands to keep from going face first into the mattress. I followed her onto the bed on my knees pulling her short, cocktail dress up marveling at her large, heart shaped rear that seemed to spread wider when she bent over. Her musky, exotic tinged scent engulfed my nostrils as my fingers dug into the pliant flesh of her backside with its equally prominent tan lines. The manner in which her narrow waist sloped out into her wide arching his sent me into a pinching and groping frenzy as Nadia arched and undulated her back and hips in time to the music coming from the radio. I doubt if I even realized that she hadn't worn panties as I rubbed my cock along her moist slit luxuriating in the spine tingling sensation.

My thick cock parted her lips finding her sex tighter than I would have imagined as I filled her completely and just let it rest there inside her perfect body. I cupped the outside of her cheeks pushing them together to create an inviting view pushing into her shapely body. Nadia was already bouncing her hips creating slight ripples across her succulent flesh when I let my weight pin her to the bed and ground into her cunt as hard as I could. Once I touched the back of her tunnel I let it sit there enjoying the sensation of her body tensing up on me while she lay face down and still. I resumed pumping into her hen my cock's pulsing slowed enough for me to enjoy her again making her cheeks bounce until I couldn't take it anymore and assumed draped my larger figure over her petite own. I suckled one of Nadia's ears savoring the taste of her sweat and perfume treating her as a plaything and disregarding her as a human being.

"Oh Andy; I'm going to cum." She finally moaned with a tinge of desperation and a sliver of pure lust. I felt a somewhat smug sense of achievement and rolled her over on her back facing me. She didn't say a word or betray and emotion as I kneeled over her chest feeding my member to her. This beauty who I'd formally pictured as a straight laced, conservative housewife was burning away everything I'd ever thought I knew about her as she took more than half my length twirling and teasing me almost to orgasm. I'd half figured most of the things she told me at the table were some elaborate lie to get me wrapped up in her plan of revenge yet here she was laying under me proving every hateful word that had come out of her mouth tonight. Her partially tattered dress served as a seat cushion while she created a tight seal around my cock with her breasts.

I fucked her taunt natural endowments with no mercy eventually feeding the top portion of my cock back into her throat. She didn't miss a beat sucking and slurping despite the angry thrusting motion that had to be somewhat painful. I was hitting the back of her throat on every other stroke finally fully fucking her mouth to a satisfying finish. Nadia remained prone lying on her back taking everything I had to give without word or complaint.

"OOOOOOHHHHH FUCK; I'M CUMMMING BITCH!!" I shamefully humped her head hearing the wet, smacking sound that fueled my impending nasty finish. I actually crouched over her face in a modified fetal position as the semen boiled in my balls and my breathing and utterings dire and pushed to the point of no return.

"FAAAAWWWK NAAAAADIAAAAA!!" She gagged and coughed as a huge burst of cum shot straight into her throat nearly choking her. I felt her nails dig into one of my thighs and an opposite buttock as I coated her face caring little for the gasping woman under me. She wriggled out from under me and bolted into the bathroom to pray to the porcelain goddess. I looked down towards the immaculate marble floor of the suite noticing her damaged dress laying where it had fallen as she ran to the bathroom and her heels a few feet away from the cracked bathroom door. The shower started running a few minutes later. I got up and walked into the large bathroom finding Nadia inside the shower under the spray leaning against the wall with her palms placed flat. I slid the glass door open stepping inside as she silently regarded me and we began kissing once more.

My fingers pried her large cheeks apart and I circled her ring pushing a finger inside finding that it had been used before just as she said. I reached down turning the faucet off and carefully stepped out onto the bath mat bringing her along with me to the large mirror over the sink. I wanted her to see herself as I fucked her wide ass raw. She struggled a little against me bending at the waist and lubing me up with her mouth before placing her palms flat on the counter staring at her own reflection in the mirror. Her stoic demeanor suffered a little as the head of my cock found the intense heat inside her back door and yearned for more. In moments I'd sheathed myself inside her as she bent over resting her chest on top of the sink. I noticed her large breasts perfectly fit inside the oval basin as she reached back spreading her pliant cheeks.

She emitted a single gasp as I began fucking her ass with deliberate strokes; her labored breathing the only ambient sound inside the room. Her long shapely legs trembled and seemed rubbery after a while causing her to balance herself with hands against the reflective glass as I reached forward cupping one huge tit and rolling the nipple. My other hand found her flat tummy and descended down touching her clit. Nadia rocked back in time with my strokes until sweat covered both of our bodies once more as she whimpered and shook from my attention. Her lovely mouth hung open and I stuck a single finger inside for her to suck on and she didn't disappoint. When my digit was sufficiently lubricated I placed it inside her sex teasing her button even further until she was loudly gasping and twerking her hips against me.

"AAAAAAWWWW FAAAAWKK!!" She cried out clenching her forbidden tunnel around me causing my abused cock to explode inside her back door and I parted her big cheeks withdrawing my cock to cover her tan butt with several bursts of cum. I pushed my cock along the deep crack of her ass sawing it until I was spent. I looked up into the mirror finding her staring at herself with a conflicted expression and rested my head on her shoulder staring into her beautiful face as well. I gave her tit a healthy squeeze and led her back into the shower watching her slide down into a sitting position. She was looking up at my face with a sort of desperation and I fed my cock to her waiting lips. After she'd cleaned her essence from it, I completed my shower and left her sitting there under the spray. I was completely spent and too exhausted to go home for the night. I got under the sheets and was soon sound asleep. Nadia woke me in the middle of the night shaking me back to consciousness.

"I'M NOT A WHORE; I'M A GOOD WOMAN!!" She screamed into my face crying uncontrollably. She was wrapped in one of the terry cloth robes that came with the suite and her long dark hair was ripping wet.

"Of course you are; come to bed." 

I lifted up my side of the bedding and she got in with me in a fetal position with her big butt pressed up against my crotch. I through my arm around her drawing her in closer and nurturing her into sleep. We "made love" right before the dawn without a care in the world as her legs locked into the small of my back working with me until I came hard inside her. I was completely sated at this point and dropped into a deep slumber. When I awoke Nadia was nowhere to be found and I wasn't worried because I didn't expect her to remain after her revenge against Mike was completed. We'd both gotten what we wanted in some form or another and I felt refreshed as I noticed over a hundred messages on my phone. They were all from Mike; mostly threats and manipulative attempts to appeal to my better nature. I simply deleted the messages and blocked his number before going to the lobby for an adequate breakfast in the day room of the hotel.

*****

Nine Months later Nadia gave me a baby girl. Her name is Nalini and she is the most beautiful girl in the world. I get her on two days out of the week and every other weekend but I keep her when Nadia and Mike want to go out for an evening.

...yeah they got back together after she fucked me and that's all I have to say about that.

My wife Christine loves cooking for Nalini and reading her stories. 

...yeah we found our way back to each other; but that is another story for another time.

THE END