43 comments/ 43262 views/ 11 favorites Bill and Sally By: thecarolinadreamer Authors Notes: #1 This story is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older #2 WARNING!! This story is about a woman, who encouraged by her husband, screws another man. Therefore it is a cuckold story. I recognize many Loving Wives readers object to cuckold stories; although I'm at a loss on how to write a LW story that would fulfill the requirements and not include a cuckold. If you object to such stories, you may want to stop now. #3 To all other readers: I thank you for your kindness in reading and commenting on my other stories. Of course the positive comments made me feel good; it was the critical comments, however, that improved my writing, and I welcome them. (One reservation—if you say it's a pile of shit, please say why you think so. I would also appreciate suggestions on how to make it stink less) #4 I have attempted to write this from a third person omniscient view point. All who will read with a critical eye and be kind enough to point out errors will have my gratitude. #5 My thanks to Magnus for his help in supplying the idea that got this couple together. ***** Dumb, dumb, dumb, was all Bill could think all the while he watched Sally's red Camaro leave a cloud of dust behind as it sped down the long gravel drive between the Big House and highway 17. The Big House—he walked toward it, but suddenly it seemed to have lost its attraction. Once it meant everything to the happy couple; a legacy from his family, they had spent every dollar and spare hour restoring the old cotton plantation. Finally it looked just like what the original plans called for, on the outside, that is. Inside it was a modern showplace; large kitchen with all new appliances, big bedrooms with a private bath for each; you name it they had it. The outside's only concession to the twenty first century was a full-acre of back yard completely enclosed by a privacy fence. That fence hid a swimming pool, tennis court, and a practice putting green of his personal design, from the prying eyes of the world. Also included was a pool house-tool shed combination. The pool house contained everything needed to spend the day by the pool, while the tool shed held every tool dear to the heart of modern man. The corner of the yard, away from the pool, held what they called the bird corner. In it was a chinaberry tree, whose branches spread over a variety of bushes known to attract birds. The entire tableau was surrounded by a flower bed, from which sprung colorful plants to beautify the summer. Bitterness rose like bile in Bill's throat when he realized the most beautiful part of his paradise had just driven away, probably forever, and he had helped it happen. "Damn! Damn! Damn!" Tears drained down Sally's cheeks, as she drove away from the only home she'd known for the past eight years. They had been good years too. Turning right on 17, she pulled off on the shoulder and took one last look at the Big House. They'd named it that, not because of its size, but because that was what it had been called in the old days. Back then Bill's ancestors and their slaves, worked the fields, battled the boll weevil, and contended with the weather patterns that could bring riches or ruin to every soul, white and black, who depended on the surrounding fields to live. In those days, everyone knew their roles in the grand scheme of life, and played them as best they could. Right up to the time the Federal Army overran the rag-tag bunch of old men and boys left to defend the area. Federal Army laid waste to the entire countryside, except this one plantation. Legend had it the only thing that saved the Big House was Grandma Moorer. She was said to be a real beauty, a woman had been sought after by the rich young men of the Low-country. Many hearts were dashed when Grandpa finally got her to say yes. Gossips of the day whispered that a few, who didn't give up hope, were rewarded from time to time. She was so well known the Federal General decided to allow her to remove her most precious belongings before his men torched the house. Grandma Ida asked him to let her give him a tour of the house before it was destroyed. The place was so impressive he assented and Grandma is said to have led him room by room until they reached her bedroom. She must have shown him that real good, for it was a couple hours later before they came back downstairs. While every other plantation in the area was burning, this one remained safe; secured by the General's strict orders. He is said to have called his officers around the dining table; Grandma Ida was seated at the head while he sat on her right. He introduced her, and then warned them this was their last meal at the expense of the plantation. He ordered his officers to shoot any man caught stealing anything or harming anyone belonging to this one plantation, other plantations were open game. When he dismissed them after dinner, it is said he brandished his sword and swore he'd personally run through any officer whose men violated his orders. He and Ida had left the room first, and then the officers filed out. The old houseman, who held the door for them, reported one of the Captains said to his fellow officer, "Damn! That must be some pussy! I guess the old man finally found a cunt big enough to handle that fencepost he calls a dick." The only thing Grandpa Moorer found different when he got home after the war, was a pussy that was a lot easier to slip into. By that time it had been so long he didn't realize it had changed. "Why the hell couldn't I have that kind of fortitude?" Sally thought "That old lady knew what it was to enjoy a big dick, but she had sense enough not to fall in love with it. At least, if she did, she didn't let it ruin her life." She took one last look, wiped the tears from her eye, and turned back to the business at hand. First thing was to find a permanent place to stay, and then get her work computers moved and start making money again. She had let far too many things slide while she was sliding up and down on a big dick. In Charleston John Lover, that was his real name, was still fuming. "That bastard couldn't have whipped me if he hadn't caught me by surprise," he kept telling himself. He didn't know who he was maddest with, him or that bitch wife of his. He'd been thinking about her refusal to stand by him if he sued her husband, when he heard the "Whoop, Whoop," of the Highway Patrol. A hundred dollar fine for doing ninety in a sixty mile per hour zone, didn't help his blood pressure The money was chump change, but damn it, it was the principle of the thing. He'd pay her back. Yes Sir! He'd find a way. "I was a stupid son of a bitch," Bill said to his old hound. Then he smiled as his mind traveled back to the happy days when all was well. ***** They'd finally finished the house; he'd landed a high paying job at Lover Enterprises and Sally had her computer consultant's job. Her job allowed her to work from home most of the time, with an occasional two or three day trip out of town. Between the two they were pulling in over $300,000 a year, Yes, life was good...if only he knew then what he knows now. "I need you to work late tonight and this weekend, Bill." The boss informed him about 2pm Friday. "But Mr. Lover, my wife and I have a trip scheduled to visit her parents this weekend." "No, no, Bill, not Mr. Lover. I'm John, just one of the team. You're new and haven't been with us during this time of year when things get crazy. We work sixteen hours a day, every day if necessary." He hesitated and gave Bill a long look. "You do want to be part of the team, don't you?" "Oh yes sir! Mr. Lover." Bill picked up the phone to tell Sally the news. Needless to say, she wasn't overjoyed. "John," the boss reminded him as he walked out of the office. That was when Bill found out why his job paid almost $200K a year. They all said the busy season only lasted until June, but during that time everybody ate, drank and slept work. When he got home at night he didn't feel like making love and when they tried, half the time his flag wouldn't get above half-mast. To fully understand the serious of this, one needs to know something about Sally. A blonde with a voluptuous figure, she stands about five feet eight in her stocking feet. Her breasts aren't in the Dolly Parton league, but they are over a handful even for Bill, and he had bigger hands most men. In many ways she looked enough like the girl who played Ellie May on the Beverly Hillbillies to be her stand-in. She's a true blonde and when she steps out of the shower, the sparse hair not quite hiding her cunt, it always makes Bill's dick stand at attention; unless he's dead tired, which he's been for way too long. Don't misunderstand, Sally is a good girl; she came from a very strict family. Sally and Bill have known each other since grade school and he is the only man she ever dated. Their sex life was great, when they had sex, that is. She has never had a dick except Bill's and she's so tight his fills her. She didn't know they came longer than six inches. She even swore the men's dicks were the product of trick photography, when she watched her first porno video. Nothing Bill said could convince her some men packed that much meat. In May Bill was chosen as part of the team accompanying John to Atlanta. A lot was riding on this customer and if they got the contract, Lover Enterprises' success was assured for the next year; the pressure would be off and the employees could live like people again. They got the contract and John reserved a private meeting room in one of Atlanta's best known bars. At times like that, men can do stupid things. Of course, there were steak dinners for all and a serve yourself open bar, courtesy of the company, and alcohol flowed freely. Three servers, who might well have worked for Hooters, stayed with them until after the tables were cleaned. Their tits almost fell out every time they leaned forward; therefore the men found many reasons to need them to lean forward. After John dropped his fork and they realized they could see the server's ass cheeks when she leaned over to pick it up, they became the clumsiest bunch of men in Georgia. There were a lot of bulges in pants by the time the last girl left the room. Bill wasn't much of a drinker; he nursed a rum and coke all night, so he remembered things most of the others didn't. They were well on their way to being very, very drunk when somebody, Bill couldn't tell who, remarked about the bulges. Of course that led to bets, and finally they started a pool on who had the biggest dick; everybody would throw in five dollars and the winners would split the pot. Somebody remembered a cloth tape measure in his brief case, so he broke it out and they passed a plate around. Bill threw his five in but when they gave the tape to him for the first measurement, he conceded. No way was his average cock going to win. Since he wasn't competing, he was elected to record everything. He carefully recorded the name, length, and girth of each contestant. Turns out he could have competed with most of them but the champ was unbelievable. John measured eight and three fourths in length and five and seven eighths around. Nobody came even close and he was Big John from that night forward. A very beat bunch of guys piled into the taxies for the ride back to the hotel and sanity. While Bill faced the pressure cooker, Sally enjoyed a relatively light three months. She never had to work over four hours on any day and several times a week her supervisor would call to tell her she wouldn't be needed. Those days she had even more time on her hands; time she filled by going shopping with Sarah, her best friend. They say opposites attract, so that must have been why Sally and Sarah were so close. Today was one of those days Sally had free and she was on her way to meet Sarah. As she drove, she ticked off the differences between them. Sarah was a "wild child" while Sally was more straitlaced. If a man asked Sally to dance, she never accepted unless Bill was with her. Sarah accepted almost every request, regardless of where her husband was; and if, during a slow dance, the man let a hand slip down to her ass, she didn't usually object. Sally would walk off the floor immediately. Sally picked Sarah up from her house, and felt a little resentful when Sarah's husband accompanied her to the car and hung a blood boiling kiss on her before opening the car's door. Bill had gotten home late last night, dead tired but game to try giving Sally the loving she needed. It was no use. Sally had helped him undress, ran a hot bath and even washed his back and various other places, before leading him to the bed, where she got him to lie back and spread his legs so she could get between them. Taking his flaccid dong in her mouth, she did her best to arouse the beast. In its present state she could get the entire thing in her mouth. She sucked on it until it showed signs of life. Moving her head up and down, mouth, she finally got the half-hard dick stiff enough to push its way into her well-oiled pussy. Lowering herself on it, she rode him like a cowgirl. Damn, it was feeling good; she was right on the verge of coming when she felt it go limp. "No! No! No! Don't leave me now," she shouted, furiously humping, trying to finish. It was no use. Bill apologized and went to sleep almost immediately. Sally lay beside him, trying to calm her nerves. Finally she put on a porn film and let her fingers do the walking until she got a release; not the release she needed, but better than nothing. "What's wrong with you?" Sarah asked, as they sat in Jimmy's Bar & Grill, waiting for their lunch order. After a full morning and part of the afternoon's shopping the women were starving, but the bottle of wine helped them to wait more patiently. "You've had your mind on something besides shopping all day." "Honey, you got to get out more." Sarah advised her after Sally explained how things were going sexually in her marriage. "How long has Bill been like this?" "Since he took his new job. Mr. Lover pays well, but he's a slave driver. When I ask Bill to find another job, he just says he'll never find a job that pays like this one." "Lover...would that be John Lover?" "Yes, do you know him?" "Do I know him? Boy, how I know him!" A big grin spread across Sarah's face and she got a dreamy look, like she was remembering pleasant days. "Honey, I know him well and you should get to know him too." "No thank you, I know that asshole as well as I'm going to. If Bill doesn't wise up, that SOB Lover is going to break up my marriage." "No, no, Honey, you got it all wrong. John Lover is a SOB, and a slave driver who won't take no for an answer, but he could just save your marriage." "You're out of your mind." Sally wondered what had come over her friend. "At least hear me out." Sarah waited for the server to finish placing their plates before them before she continued. She also refilled their wine glasses. "You love Bill, but you need more sex than he can supply—right? Well, John is just the puppy who can fulfill your every fantasy." "Do you mean I should make love to him?" Sally asked. "Not make love to him—John doesn't make love. He just screws you silly. He'll have you so sated you won't care if Bill doesn't touch you for a week. By that time, John will be back for more. You just have to remember one rule; don't fall in love with him, because he doesn't love, he just screws." "Sounds like a selfish bastard to me, Sara. What's his claim to fame?" "Honey, He's hung like a horse, has the technique of a Frenchman, the sex drive of a Satyr, and doesn't take no for an answer. Let me tell you about my experience with John." It started about ten years ago. Jack and I had been having much the same trouble with our marriage as you and Bill are having. I was horny and in a bad mood; all I wanted was to curl up with a good book. Jack would have none of that. He insisted we go to the Saturday night dance at the country club. I warned him I was so horny I might jump the bones of the first man who said "Hello." Well, he thought I was joking, and to be honest, I thought I was too. "Just as long as you don't fall in love with him," he was a little too flippant when he added, "I don't worry. You'll always come running back to old Daddy." There I stood, a woman who'd been left unsatisfied for a week. His words just pissed me off. If ever a woman was in the mood to make her husband eat his words, that woman was me. The dance was in full swing when we arrived. Very few tables were available, so when John offered us a seat at the table with him and his wife, Maggie, we accepted. John is a big donor and always has one of the best seats. There was aura about John that called out to me. One smile from him and I felt a tingling between my legs. The four of us talked for a while, and then the band struck up a rumba and Jack started tapping his feet to the music. "Jack, Maggie loves these fast dances, but I' strictly a waltz man. Why don't you let Maggie show you what she can do?" As you can probably guess, John isn't at all jealous of Maggie. "They seem a perfect couple." John said after we'd watched them dance through that song and another. He turned his chair to watch and in doing so gave me perfect view of his package. Honey, I'd never seen its equal. I couldn't seem to stop stealing glances at it. When it started to grow, I realized he knew I was looking. "Nice, huh?" he actually had the nerve to take my hand and place it in his lap, after he turned his chair so others couldn't see. I tried to pull back, but he held tight and actually put my hand on his throbbing shaft. I must admit, after I got some idea of the size of that monster, I didn't try too hard. Using my hand, covered by his, he stroked himself several times before he released it. "May I have this dance?" Taking my hand, he kissed it and told me how ravishing I looked. Oh yes, he was all gentlemen. "I love to waltz," he said. I wanted to dance, so I followed him to the floor. He was a wonderful dancer; together we waltzed across the floor like Bob and Bobby, of the Lawrence Welk show. They played several slow numbers and after glancing over and seeing our spouses were engrossed in each other, I got lost in the magic of his arms. Before I realized it, we had joined two other couples who were dancing on the patio. "Let's look at the gardens." He said when both of the other couples walked off, hand in hand. "They are beautiful in the moonlight." I tried to hold back, but like I said, he was a hard man to deny. He slipped his arm around my waist, and with his smooth voice whispering in my ear, I found myself eagerly walking beside him. He led me to a bench, where he removed his coat and, with a flourish, spread it for me. I have to admit, I was impressed. When he sat beside me and took me in his arms, I came willingly. His tongue explored my mouth while his hand explored my breast. "No, I can't," I protested, when he first touched my nipple, "I'm married." "I know; so am I." he easily resisted my paltry efforts to get his hand from under my top. "But—but my husband might see us." "Not a chance. Didn't you see the way he was looking at my wife? He'll be trying to get her in a corner all night. She'll tease a long time before she finally gives in." I tried to think back. Was Jack really flirting with Maggie? I suppose he might have been. I was thinking about Jack and Maggie, when John's hand cupped my bare breast. I hadn't felt him unsnap my bra, but it was completely loose and almost to my neck. "Uuuhhh," I moaned when his warm lips captured my left nipple, while he gently rolled my right one between his thumb and forefinger. I covered his face with short nippy kisses, while a hand started at my knee, and with light, butterfly like moves, made its way up my inner thigh until I felt it touch my bikini drawers. Bill and Sally You won't believe this, but from that point until he helped me into the club, by the backdoor, I remember very little. I do remember a finger pushing my panties aside and stroking my clit. How my panties came off I don't remember; they just did, and somehow I was on my feet bent over the bench's back, while something like a calf's tongue, teased my clit. I remember his dong pushing against my labia, and thinking "It's too big," but somehow he worked it in until it touched places I'd never had touched before. From that point on I was lost in ecstasy. Honestly, I don't know how many times I climaxed. All I know is, when he took me in the bathroom to help me clean up, I had jism running down my legs and my clothes were a mess. If Jack hadn't been totally drunk when we went back to the table, he'd have known I'd cheated on him for sure. Sally sat spellbound, while Sarah related her story. She realized she was actually getting excited by what she was hearing. "Is that the end of the story? Did Jack ever find out? If he did, how did he react?" Questions kept rolling out of Sally's mouth. "Easy, girl." Sarah couldn't help chuckling. Little Miss Prim and Proper did have a dark side. "I'll take one question at a time," Sarah promised. "No that wasn't the end of the story. The next week, on my day off, my doorbell rang almost as soon as Jack left for work. I thought Jack had forgotten something, so I answered the door without pulling on a housecoat." She smiled as she remembered the incident. "You can imagine how shocked I was to see John standing there, looking at me like the cat looking at canary; and me covered only by the thinnest Baby Doll PJs I own." "What do you want?" I had determined the other night was a onetime thing. One look at John revived all the memories of that blissful night, and I could feel my resolve fading. "You, sweetheart," John stepped in, uninvited, and took me in his arms. "Nnnn—no, we can't—somebody will see—Jack will be back soon." My protest died on my lips, smothered by John's sweet lips on mine and his tongue filling my mouth." Sarah took another sip of ice tea before continuing. "I was lost; my arms wrapped around his neck and I could feel his hard monster poking my mound. Without another word spoken by either of us I led him to the bed room for a morning of the hottest sex you can imagine." "And...How about the rest, girl? You got me soaking my panties." "Oh yes, the other questions." Sally's words pulled Sarah back out of the other world she had entered, as she remembered being in John's loving arms. "They're easy. No, Jack hasn't caught on and he will be mad as hell when he does." "When he...Do you mean it's still going on?" "Only about once or twice a month; it's hard for both of us to find an excuse to get out the house at the same time, but Honey, once a month with John makes life worthwhile." Sally drove home in deep thought. With the pressure of work letting up, Bill started getting home earlier, feeling more like playing around. Unfortunately a lot of damage had already been done to their marriage. It was like Sally was thinking of something else while they made love. Bill first suspected Sally had found another lover, but a private investigator followed her for days and turned up nothing. She worked all morning, she met her friend Sarah for a long lunch, and she came back, where she finished her work for the day. The PI had even hacked her computer, with Bill's help, and absolutely nothing showed up. "Mr. Moorer," the PI said when he handed him the final bill, "I wish I was as confident my wife didn't have another man, as I am of yours." That was good to hear; still Bill was no nearer to solving the problem than he was ten thousand dollars ago. To make his temper even shorter, things kept disappearing out of his tool shed. Not big things, more like what some teenagers might take for a lark. All in all Bill was one pissed off individual when he walked back in the house. Tired and horny, Bill decided to take advantage of Sally's shopping trip to watch a porno DVD and relieve the pressure. He quickly had his first load in a tissue, and safely deposited in the trash basket. Now he could concentrate on the Holmes driving his oversized monster into a shaved pussy. This was a professional video, and not a shot-at-home effort, so the lighting was good and he got a great view of the action. Bill did have foresight enough to zip back up before he dropped off to sleep still watching the movie. The next thing Bill knew was hearing someone breathing heavily, and then he saw Sally sitting in her recliner watching a young girl suck on a ten inch dong. He lay quiet, anxious to see what Sally would do next. He couldn't believe his eyes when Sally knelt beside his chair, and fished his now hard cock out of his pants. Next she took it in her mouth and, for a beginner, gave a very good blow-job. He wrapped both hands in her hair helping her pump his cock. "Don't come yet." She straddled him and lined his dick up with her slit. She was so juicy it slipped in effortlessly when she lowered herself until their pubic hairs meshed. Bill grabbed her ass with both hands and each time she made a downward stroke, he pulled her deeper. Her movements became frantic, her breast jiggled wildly, her head shook from side to side and her tongue stuck out the right side of her mouth. "Arrrrhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Yesssssss!" she moaned and her body shuddered then she collapsed on him. "Wow! Don't get me wrong, that was good, but what happened to you? You haven't enjoyed sex this much in months." "I'm not sure," she answered when she finally breathed normally again. "Maybe it was the porn video. Watching that girl kiss on that big dick just seemed so hot." She kissed him again and cuddled on his shoulder; her finger traced a circle around his nipple. "All of a sudden, I wanted to be that girl." "Well Honey, you can kiss on mine any time." "You don't understand; it's the bigness of the thing that turned me on. Yours is nice but nothing like the man's in the movie." "Are you saying you'd like to suck on a big dong?" "Humn, maybe, no..." She paused a long time. "I don't know; I love you, but..." "I know Honey, always the 'but'. At least you're honest. Suppose I said it was okay for you to suck another man off, just so long as you didn't hide it from me, and of course, you didn't let him screw you." "You're crazy, Bill. I could never do that." "Maybe not, but I'd do almost anything to keep things the way they are tonight, and not go back to the way we've been acting the past five months." Bill let sleeping dogs lie for a few weeks. At first their sex life seemed renewed, almost like before the problems. Gradually the number of physical acts decreased, and when they did make love Sally just didn't seem able to get into it. Desperate to regain what they had found, Bill approached Sally again about the idea of her sucking a big one. "You must be nuts. How can you ever think I could go with another man?" Even while Sally was chewing Bill out for suggesting such a thing, her thoughts went back to the things Sarah had told her about John—not just the one time—now she brought it up almost every time they had lunch together. Sarah had even picked up on the named Big John and Sally had heard Bill use it also. "I suppose you'd like me to give this Big John, you men are always talking about, some head. Is that what you want, Bill? Huh?" Bill didn't answer at first. "What I want is you enjoying screwing me the way you used to. I'd be willing for you to suck on even my boss's dick to see you back like you were," he finally said. "What makes you think things would be like they were? Maybe I'd want to screw him; maybe I'd want to screw him instead of you. Have you thought about that, Bill?" "If you promised not to let him and swore you'd always come back to me for the actual screwing, I'd trust you. I love you, Sally." The subject didn't come up again for almost two weeks. Sally continued her slide into celibacy and Bill continued questioning his actions, his manhood, and everything under the sun as he searched for an answer to their problems. On top of everything else, he and Sally had scheduled a pool party for Sunday. Everybody who worked in Bill's office and their spouses were invited. "You look like hell," Sarah greeted Sally, when they met for lunch, the Friday before the big party. "Are you and Bill screwing all night, and not getting enough rest?" "I wish!" Sally order a glass of wine and sat across from Sarah. They were in a corner, away from everyone, so they could talk freely. "It's just the opposite; we aren't screwing at all and not getting enough sleep." "Still thinking about what I said about Big John, aren't you?" Sally blushed and nodded her head. "Every time I put my hands on Bill's thing, I think about your description of John's dong. Bill sticks that six and a half inches in me and I wonder how one almost twice that big would feel. I swear, Sarah, I'm going crazy. I must do something, but what?" "Just a second—didn't you tell me Bill suggested you live out your fantasy of slurping on a big one?" "He did," Sally affirmed. "Then what's the problem? The man's meeting you more than halfway." She paused, "You don't just want to suck on a big one do you? You want to feel that thing split you open and fill you to the brim, don't you?" "Ever since you told me about you and John, I can think of nothing else. Bill agreed for me to give other men blow jobs, but he drew the line at screwing them." "Shoot, tell Auntie Sarah just exactly what Bill said. It sounds to me it's just a matter of negotiation." Sally gave her the details. "So, he says you can give blow jobs, but no screwing; you can go out with no questions asked, but you must come home and sleep the rest of every night with him. Oh yeah, you have to give him a play by play when you get home. Do I have that about right?" "But don't you see?" Sally protested, "I can't promise him not to screw the guy. When I get worked up like that I'm not going to stop." "Is Bill an imbecile?" "Of course not!" "Then he knows damn well you'll screw the guy if you go that far. The question now is how far you are willing to go toward him. Are you willing to come home and tell him everything you did?" "Why would he want that?" "Listen, Honey, the guy sees his life hanging by a thread. He's scared to death you don't love him anymore; he's grabbing for straws, and from listening to you, I think he has every right to be scared. Go home, meet him halfway—and keep your word." That night Bill and Sally had a long heart to heart talk. The end result was they agreed they could do what they pleased, but they had to always tell the other about it and they would always wake up in the same bed every morning. Bill wondered if he did the right thing all the while he was preparing for Sunday's pool party. He had to admit, the thought of Sally kissing and licking on a dong the size of John's excited him. To his way of thinking, as hot as Sally was about big dongs, there was a good chance she would find a way to give Big John a trial run Sunday, and if she did, he wanted to watch. He considered just where she would take her lover. It had to be easy to reach and not a place that would attract attention. Odds were against someplace in the house, for some of the older people who didn't care to swim would be sitting right in the path of anyone who tried to reach a bedroom or a bathroom. "Bingo!" The perfect solution hit him right between the eyes when he was putting away the hedge trimmer. The toolshed! It shared a wall with the pool house. The doors to the men's and women's restroom were on either end, while the toolshed's door was on the back side, not visible from the pool. If he could locate that 6x9 inch two way mirror they'd pulled out the Big House when they remodeled, he had plenty of time to fix the perfect peep hole. By the time supper was ready he had a perfectly natural looking mirror framed in the toolshed; remove the regular mirror in the men's room and you had a 6x9 inch window into the toolshed. It was finally Sunday. Sally had been looking forward with anticipation, fueled by Sarah's vivid descriptions of John Lover's dick. Today she'd at least get to check it out under his bathing suit. She was excited and disgusted at the same time. Why had she humiliated Bill like she did? The poor guy was ready to let her fuck another man, in hopes she'd act like a proper wife again. She didn't understand her feelings. She knew she was an asshole for doing it, yet she felt driven onward. Sarah made it sound so good—and hadn't Bill caused the entire thing by neglecting her for months? Damn right, he had. She was going to do it—just like they agreed. She checked the mirror one last time before going to meet her guest. What she saw met with her approval. Her red bikini top strained to hold in their burdens while her camel's toe was clearly outlined by the tight fitting bottoms. Look out world! Here comes Sally! She found Bill playing host to the entire crowd. She quickly made the rounds, trying to make sure they all felt welcome. Of course, while she greeted them was a good chance to check out which bathing suit held the best package. She had never met her husband's boss but when the well-built old man with the skin tight white suit, still dripping water, took her hand; she knew he was the one. His suit seemed to be hiding a family sized can of large, ready to cook biscuits. She couldn't take her eyes off it until she realized he'd caught her watching. She could feel herself blushing as she moved on to the next guest. John had no idea Bill's wife was so hot. As soon as he checked her out, he knew Bill was scheduled for a bigger role in the company, and of course, more out of town trips. He hadn't seen such a succulent morsel since he'd shown Sarah the club's flower gardens a few years ago. "Aw yes, Sarah," he thought, "you've been my number one squeeze for a while but I think you just lost out." Bill watched Sally greet Big John. He had mixed emotions when he saw her look of pure lust. He didn't have to see John to know what that old horn-dog was thinking. He was excited to think maybe he'd get to see his wife with that giant dick, and he was sad to see how badly she wanted it. He'd give anything to see her look at him like that. Bill kept a close eye on Sally and John. He didn't miss John's covert touches or her forced laughs when John told a joke. Yes, Sally was definitely warming up to his boss. He didn't see how either of them could hold out much longer. Finally they couldn't. He saw John whisper something to Sally then she whispered back even longer. Bill would have bet Sally was telling him about the toolshed. Minutes later he watched Sally go into the women's room then, in a few minutes saw her duck around back of the toolshed. A quick look around confirmed John was missing also. "Gotta go," Bill explained to the men he was talking with. "Must have gotten some bad shrimp." He hurried off, clutching his stomach. "Hope everything comes out okay" one of them yelled. Bill quickly locked the door and unlatched the catches holding the mirror on the wall. John and Sally stood in the toolshed, locked in a passionate embrace. "That husband of yours is one lucky son of a gun," John said, lifting Sally's breast from their restraints. Her nipples stood out; he took one in his mouth while tweaking the other between thumb and forefinger. "You really think so?" Sally was trying to slip her hand down the front of his suit. "You know it, Baby," he moved his hands to her behind, rubbed her butt a couple times, then tried to pull her bottoms down. "No!" She grabbed his hands." Oral sex only" "You got to be kidding." John struggled to pull them down, but she kept twisting and turning, until she was free of him. "Stop right there!" She extended her arm, hand up, palm forward. "You get a blow job or nothing. Your choice." That got John's attention. He stopped, and then slipped his suit down around his knees; Sally threw a pad on the floor and knelt before him. Taking his big dick in her hand, she first kissed it, then she closely examined it; thick, hard, with bluish veins running its entire length. She'd estimate to be at least nine inches. It was the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen, even on videos. John let out a low moan when she slipped the purplish head, the size of a very small apple or maybe a very large plum, in her mouth and twisted her head back and forth, letting her tongue circle the glans on the ridge where the skin met it. She tried to work more in her mouth and finally got maybe two inches of shaft, and then she moved her head back and forth, her mouth sliding across the tip while her hand stroked the rest of the shaft. Her little hand, while not quite able to wrap around it, was plenty good enough to make the horny man empty his balls. She tried her best to swallow, and found it to be too much. The white cum dribbled down her chin, so she used his suit to wipe it off. "Okay," John said. "Your turn." "No way!" Sally jumped back. "If you get my suit down, you'll stick that thing in me, and I told you, oral sex only." John had ridden in too many rodeos to not recognize a woman with conviction when he saw one. Women like Sally must be handled gently, but a slow and easy approach would land her in his bed. He considered the blonde bombshell standing before him, one more time. Yes, she was worth the effort; he intended to have her, not once, but many times. "Scouts honor," John raised his right hand. "I've never forced a woman to do anything she didn't want to do, I'm not starting now. Don't misunderstand me—I've done all I could to get them let me, but I don't force the issue. Anyway, you're safe today. We don't have the time, nor is this the place to try to convince you." She trembled slightly and then remained as if she was frozen as John pulled her bottoms down and laid her on one of Bill's thickly padded furniture moving blankets. John kissed her face with short little pecks and nibbles before positioning himself with his face beside her mound. She remained quiet, yet watched him, as if she was waiting for him to break his word. John sensed that if he did break it, he'd had all of Sally he'd ever get. Since Sally had her legs tightly clamped together, John didn't try to pull them apart enough to get between them, instead he gently blew his warm breath across the blonde hair which barely covered her mound, while he trailed a finger across the top of her thighs. He felt her move ever so slightly. He swiped his tongue along the top of her slit, the only part he could reach, until he felt her hips move in response. Then she spread her legs wide enough for him to slip his head between them. "Aaarrrhh! Yeeesss! She moaned when John's tongue found her clit. He resisted the temptation to slip a finger or two in her sweet smelling love channel; preferring instead to work on her clit until her body relaxed with one final shudder. "I guess you can be trusted," she said, while pulling on her suit. "Gotcha!" John knew, when he heard those words, she was his for the taking. Part of Bill's heart sunk, when he heard John's words, while another part soared at the idea he might get to see if that monster could force its way into his, "good little girl," wife's pussy. He hurried back to his guest, before Sally could notice he had been missing. She'd probably blow a cork if she knew he'd been watching her give and take head, like she was a pro. "How do you think the party went?" Bill asked when they were in bed. "Great, I think everyone had a good time." Bill and Sally "Anything interesting happen? See anybody who might fill the bill for the little project we talked about?" "Nope. Just the usual things that happen when people are drinking." Sally replied. "Oh Shit," Bill thought, "so much for our little agreement." His thoughts must have shown on his face. Sally started giggling, which then turned into a full belly laugh. Bill didn't see a damn thing funny. "You—you—you should see your face," she finally managed to gasp when she stop laughing so hard. She patted the bed beside her, indicating she wanted him to lay there. "Don't you know when I'm just screwing with your head?" She went on to tell Bill exactly what happened; she included every detail she could remember. Then she took Bills dick in her mouth and when the time came she swallowed his cum as she had John's. The only difference was; she could swallow all of Bill's. Bill was relieved to hear Sally be honest with him. He started to think maybe it would work. When he returned her favor, he had her going as wild as she did with John. After she took a few minutes to recover from her first climax on his tongue, he propped her legs over his shoulders and pushed his way into her hot, slick channel. They enjoyed sex as much as when they first married. "Damn, Baby, it worked! Playing with another man actually improved our sex life." Bill couldn't believe it. This was great! Sally, lying on the other side on the other side of the bed wasn't quite as ecstatic. She felt like a cross between a traitor and a frustrated bitch. Yes, she had enjoyed the sex; it was wonderful, but—she had been picturing John the entire time she loved on Bill, including when she was giving him head. At his house on the Country Club, John couldn't wait for his wife, Maggie to finish whatever it was she did to get ready for bed. Finally she walked out of the bathroom, The curlers and old gown didn't do anything to turn John on, but he didn't need anything. Pictures of Sally, naked, spread out on the quilted furniture blanket, her luscious body glistening from the suntan oil, her body writhing in ecstasy as his tongue flicked across her clit, had him as turned on as one man could get. What he needed now was a place to put his almost nine inches of dong, (that sounded better than eight and a half to him), and Maggie would fill that role perfectly. He had drilled into that well so often over the years; he had it stretched to size. Maggie never failed to scream, scratch his back with her fingernails and soak the bed with her excretions from John's thick dick being in constant contact with her g-spot. No, Maggie never turned him down when he was horny, and never failed to screw him as long as he wanted to go. She didn't even seem to notice those times John, in the throes of ecstasy called another's name. Maggie just didn't care, she had what she wanted, a big house, a big car, a big bank account, and a husband with a very big dick to take care of her needs, most of the time. Sometimes, when he had fresh young pussy on the line, like that Moorer hussy today, she might have to go lacking a day or two, but that's life. One thing she was sure of; John would always come back. His business and everything he owned was derived from her family's money and they left it so that she controlled the purse strings, and far from being a stupid woman, she made sure a Private Investigator took enough pictures that if John was ever stupid enough to ask for a divorce, she could get a sympathetic judge to even give her his pocket change. It wasn't all one way; John had stretched her so much no normal man could do anything for her, Yes, she'd tried while on vacation, when John had no idea which island resort she was enjoying. After trying a different man every night of her stay, she gave up. She was made for John's dong and, while John might not know it, his dong was made for her—and a lot of other women. That night, Maggie moaned and humped, meeting him stroke for stroke while John drove over eight inches of cock into her quivering, clinging pussy. She suspected he was thinking of how he was going to seduce that blonde bitch, but she didn't care; right now all she wanted was a good screwing, and she was getting that. "Arrraaahhhh! That's so good Sal...You're the best lay ever Maggie," John groaned, while he emptied his balls into his wife's old, familiar pussy. So, even as he climaxed, he was thinking of the young, blonde hussy. Maggie hadn't missed his near slip, nor did she care. She had him by the proverbial balls and they both knew it. Bill's world returned to normal after the party. He felt like he was on top of the world when he left for work Monday morning. Sally had given him a passionate goodbye kiss to go with the head job just before getting out of bed. He would be back for more a little early today, around 3 pm, and she promised she'd have her work finished by then. "Now, if I could just catch the bastards stealing my tools, things would be great." For over a month now, Bill had been missing things from the toolshed; nothing big, just the kind of stuff kids might take for a lark. How the hell they got in through the locked door he didn't know, He'd tried changing the lock—still they entered without a sign of how they managed it. The lock was still intact after they left; he was at a complete loss. John brought him a cup of coffee early, before Bill could get through his voicemails. He pulled up a chair, and started talking like they were old buddies. "You sure look down in the dumps, Bill." He sipped his coffee. John lit up a cigar and offered Bill one, which he refused. "No thanks, cigar smoke does bad things for my asthma." "Sorry," John put the cigar away. "Anyway, what's got you down? Don't tell me the little woman is on another trip." Bill assured him Sally was working at home this week, and went on to explain the mystery of the unlocked, locked door, confessing he had no idea how they were doing it. "That's simple," John finally said after giving it a long hard think. "They are picking the lock. Hell yes! That's it; they've been advertising a book on TV for a few months now. One of those little shits has read it and is now screwing with you, probably just for fun; just to see if they can. I wouldn't be surprised if they brought some of it back, just to convince you that you were nuts." "Why didn't I think of that?" Bill slapped his hand on his forehead. "Just last week I found a wrench I'd been searching for at least two months. It was under a cleaning rag I know I've moved a dozen times. So they think it's a joke do they?" When I catch their ass and have them locked up for unauthorized entry, we'll see how funny they think it is, he thought, but didn't say. "Well, I've got a meeting in Charleston that will take up most of my day. I'd like you to stay here and run things until I get back. I've already passed the word that you're in charge. At the same time the men were parting, Sally had fixed her last cup of coffee and was ready to start her day. She logged on to the customer's website—and just sat there, staring at the monitor, her thoughts were on Sunday's party and John. She didn't know any man could be that huge. How would it feel when a thing like that slipped into her cunt? She found herself using the same words Bill used, when she talked to herself. It did feel naughty, she had to admit. The more she thought, the hotter her office became. A finger or even two didn't do the job. This was a job for a man, and Bill wouldn't be back for hours. She tried calling Sarah, but all Sarah wanted to talk about was the party. "I saw you two sneak in the toolshed; tell me, was it good?" "Well...: "Now don't be coy, this is me, remember—the girl who told you to give him a try. Now tell me, did he live up to my billing?" "Well, yes, as far as we went. The guy's tongue can send me to cloud nine." Sally then told Sarah all about her time in the toolshed. "You're not going to stop there, are you?" When Sally didn't immediately respond, Sarah continued. "If you think his tongue can send you, just wait until you feel that dick stretching you wide open. Honey, you'll think you died and went to Heaven." "The stretching part worries me. Bill and I agreed we could go as far as oral sex, but no farther." Sarah laughed. "Do either of you seriously thing you can stop when a sexy man is lapping on your clit?" "I wondered about that, but Bill insisted. He is adamant; he will not raise another man's child." "So...? Have you ever heard of condoms?" "Sure, Bill and I have used them from the time we got married until we decided last April to have a baby." She heard the intake of her friend's breath. "Now don't get excited Sarah, I don't have a bun in the oven, yet." "How could Bill not know I have been with another man, once he notices me getting looser? Didn't Jack notice you?" Sally was seriously considering following her friend's advice; that one thing still bothered her. "Alum, girlfriend—alum." Sarah replied. "The same stuff that enabled our grandmother to be 'virgins' again on their wedding night." Sarah explained how Sally could use the same alum she used in making pickles to counteract any sign of her transgressions. Sally went back to her work even more uptight than before she had called Sarah. True, Sarah had shown how she could get by with making love to John; she just couldn't quite justify it in her mind. "I'll never get anything done!" she thought when the doorbell rang. She opened it to find John, standing there, holding a dozen red roses "These are beautiful," he offered them to her. "But, compared to your beauty they fade into oblivion." John was satisfied with himself when he left the office. He'd made sure Sally wasn't on a business trip, and by leaving Bill in charge, he'd eliminated the chances of him coming home early. Bill would have to stay at work until John relieved him, which John fully intended to do just as soon as he accomplished his goal for the day. It was a warm summer day, reminding him flowers shouldn't be too expensive, so he stopped by Flowers & Things, the shop he regularly used. With a dozen red roses carefully resting on the seat beside him he headed out of town. He was so distracted by his memory of Sally's nude body; he missed the driveway and had to turn around. He couldn't help envying Bill; the man had everything, beautiful house, great family background backing him up on everything he tried, and all topped off by a wife who'd make the playboy bunnies look like old hags. Man! How lucky can one fellow get? With a spring to his step and a smile on his face he climbed the stone steps to the high columned porch and rang the doorbell. It took a while for the door to open, but when it did—an angel, with a surprised look on her face, greeted him. "These are beautiful, but compared to your beauty, they fade into oblivion," he said placing the dozen roses in her hands. John thought he might have made a mistake, when she just stared, dumbfounded, saying nothing. "They're beautiful," she finally found her voice and her wits. "Won't you come in; I didn't expect to see you today." She led him to a large sofa, indicating he should have a seat, while she found a vase for the roses. John's heart beat faster when she returned to sit beside him. John was a slick operator. He could and did talk about anything and everything. He gave every indication that he hung on Sally's every word while finding subtle ways to touch her. Finally, he could restrain himself no longer. Taking her face in both hands, he gave her a brotherly type kiss. She didn't resist, so the kiss turned passionate. "No, we can't—don't." She pushed away after answering his tongue's request for entry with a request of her own. Her voice carried no conviction and John ignored her, showering her face and neck with kisses while his hand massaged her breast. He could feel the stiffening nipples beneath the thin cotton material of her top, and the wisp of material she called a bra. John was an expert at getting a woman's clothes off with one hand while the other drove her wild. As soon as her bra fell away, his mouth captured her nipple, forcing the hand that was entertaining it, to seek other employment. It found just the right spot gently rubbing her inner thigh from her knee almost to her panties. Her legs parted allowing him greater access to the target. When John hooked a finger under her leg band to rub across her lightly covered mound, he felt her hand on his dick. She lifted her hips to help when he started to pull her panties down, then she tugged at his clothes until they were both completely naked. Kneeling in front of the sofa, with John's legs on either side, she examined his dong. Long, and thick, with blue-purplish veins clearly showing beneath the covering skin, she thought it was the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen. After carefully examining every inch, she took the head in her mouth, and kept one hand on the shaft. Working on his glans with her mouth and keeping in sync with her hand, she proceeded to give him a repeat of the toolshed action. 'Urrrrrhhhhh! He moaned, and then his dong started jumping in her mouth, as he emptied his heavily laden balls. "Your turn," he said, when he'd began to recover. With that he placed her on the sofa with one leg on the floor, while the other was propped up on the sofa's back. John knew seduction wasn't necessary; he'd surly be able to go as far as he had yesterday. He kissed her hairy patch, and then, using the forefinger of both hands, he pulled her lips apart, and swiped his tongue across her bashful little nub. She started her first climax shortly after his tongue touched her, and continued climaxing until she was out of breath and forced to push him away. Sally couldn't seem to catch her breath; still she didn't want him to ever stop. Time and again her body was racked by a tingle that started in her toes, working its way up and out the top of her head. Almost as soon as that climax ended another began. Bill was good with his tongue, but John was an oral sex god. When she finally had to push him away from sheer exhaustion, he moved her toward the back of the oversized sofa, giving him space to lie beside her. As she basked in afterglow, his finger traced its way over her body, first on her stomach, then to her breast, lightly flecking the nipple, then her ears, lips and everyplace else he could reach. The only thing he didn't touch was her pussy. He seemed to know she needed to recover before that would feel good. Finally when she responded to his kisses, his ministrations started to include her inner thigh and outer lips. When his finger dipped into her wet slit, she couldn't help herself; she just had to press up against his hand. That was the sign John must have been waiting for; his mouth captured hers and while they did the tongue tango, he slipped two fingers into her, found her g-spot and drove her nuts. She could feel her secretions running down her cheeks onto the sofa, but she didn't care. She just didn't want him to stop, but his fingers disappeared and somehow he was kneeling between her legs, and that big, bare dong was about to replace them. "No! Not like that. I'm not on the pill and Bill would kill me if you made me pregnant." She was excited, and about to let another man screw her, but she still loved Bill, and knew he'd never forgive her if she had another man's child. "You didn't bring a condom, did you?" The look on John's face confirmed her suspicions. "Let me get one of ours." Instead of allowing her to fetch condoms from the bedroom, John assured her he was sterile. She had some reservations but she really wondered what that big thing would feel like if it were bareback, so she relaxed and spread her legs as wide as she could. Finally the moment had arrived; she would experience, first hand, what Sarah had been telling her about. "Hold on a second. I want to see this." John allowed her to shift her head and shoulders up on the sofa's arm cushion. "Okay," she said, "Let's do it." She had a perfect view of John, supporting his body with one arm while guiding his cock to its target. She felt it touch her entrance, press against it, but not enter. It was covering her entire entrance and couldn't get in. John backed off, spit in his hand and rubbed it over his dick. Back in position again, he asked her to use her fingers to pull her lips apart. That did the trick; she saw the entire head disappear, and felt John wiggle it around with his hand, trying to go deeper. "Damn, you're tight," he said. "You're the tightest I've ever had." She was secretly pleased to hear that, but all pleasure disappeared an instant later, when John became impatient and rammed it in as hard as he could. "Owooo! You're killing me." She felt like a fence post had been driven up her tight little vagina. She beat on him and struggled to get him off; instead he put his full weight on her, wrapped both arms around her and muffled her curses by covering her mouth with his. For a while Sally really thought he'd done unrepairable harm to her poor body, but as he held perfectly still and her love channel began to adjust, the hurt lessened, then finally disappeared, replaced by an increasing feeling of pleasure. Still John kept her engulfed in his arms. As her struggles lessened he slipped his tongue into her mouth and she answered with hers. "Uuhh!" She pushed up; trying to see if would still hurt. It felt good, so she increased her movement and John lifted his upper body with both arms, allowing her to see what was happening as he pumped in and out. Sally thought the sight of his dong, sinking into her until their curly hairs met,and then pull back out with the shaft glistening from their juices, was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen Just as the head began to appear, he would grunt, "Uhhh!" and drive it back in. Sally got so lost in the moment, she couldn't match his rhythm. She lay there pushing up on every few down strokes, but mostly just enjoying the wonderful sensations emanating from between her legs. His monster was so big it rubbed her g-spot constantly, causing her to climax one time after another. She didn't think she could stand much more. She was secreting so much fluid; it started making a sucking, sloshing sound as it pumped in and out. She heard a woman screaming and wondered who it was; finally she realized it was her. Then she felt John squirting jism against her cervix and the world went black. When Sally stopped screaming and collapsed, John just thought she'd experienced the big 'O', and sat beside her to catch his breath. After he was breathing normal again and realized her eyes were still closed and she wasn't moving, he began to worry. He'd heard the expression, "fucking a woman to death," and was beginning to wonder, until a quick check of her pulse assured him he might be good, just not that good. "Sally! Sally! Wake up." He shook her and mopped her brow with a wet cloth after a quick trip to the bathroom. Relief flooded his body, when she opened her eyes and smiled, before reaching to pull him down so she could hug him. John's feeling of relief disappeared when she whispered she loved him. While spare pussy was good; for a married man, with a wife who controlled the money, spare pussy in love was a time bomb, just waiting to explode. "Sally! Sally! Wake up. She opened her eyes, aware someone was shaking her. She was still in a state of euphoria, that la la land where one just wants to lie still and enjoy. She saw the concern in the eyes of that wonderful man who'd just showed her what sex could be—a feeling she never dreamed was possible to experience; a feeling she knew she had to experience again and again. She slipped his arms around his neck and whispered "I love you." She couldn't see his look of panic. Bill and Sally John stuck around long enough to help her remove all signs of their indiscretions except the soaked sofa. He suggested she waste a big glass of tea on it to explain the dampness to Bill. Then he left her with a brotherly kiss. He didn't reply to her question of when they could do it again. Sally stood in the door, waving until his car turned onto US-17. Then the gravity of what she'd done hit her. Why? How? How could she be so stupid? Bill would be home soon, expecting a loving wife to tell a tale of an innocent fling. Could she keep her bargain to tell him about her experiences? If she just stopped at the oral part, Bill was going to be horny; what was going to happen when his normal dick literally fell into a pussy he usually had to work his way into? Not telling him anything wouldn't work, he'd still expect sex. That's when she remembered Sarah's advice about alum. She was sure she had some left over from making pickles. Making a very strong solution, she went to the bathroom to douche with it. It burned just a little, but she could put up with anything if only Bill didn't find out what she'd done. The alum worked like a charm. When Bill came home she decided not to say anything; he was still horny as she'd predicted. He wanted to take her on the sofa, so she explained away the dampness with the glass of tea story. Once on the bed, foreplay went as usual. When Bill started to unroll a condom, she caught his hand. "We want a baby, remember?" She was sure a baby would help her resist the temptation to stray, even for something the size of John's. The alum worked wonders. Bill didn't suspect a thing during foreplay and when she put both ankles on his shoulders, his favorite position, he commented on her seeming tighter than usual. Sally promised God she'd be good from now on just before they fell asleep in each other's arms. John calmed down on his drive into Charleston. He fully realized how dangerous a plaything, who falls in love with a married man, could be. He decided he'd just drop Sally. He hadn't had Sarah for some time. She would be next on his list, hot, ready Sarah. Yeah, he's just stick with women who had sense enough not to fall in love. Girls like Sally were a nice diversion, but when they started falling in love with you—nothing but trouble. Yep, that's it, he'd call Sarah tomorrow; she was almost as good as Sally anyway. Yes, John had good intentions, but the old cliché, "The road to Hell is paved with good intentions," was never truer than when John fell asleep beside Maggie. John awoke before Maggie and lay there thinking. What would Sally be doing now? When he considered she could be screwing Bill, a pang of jealousy reminded him just how good it felt, when he entered Sally. Still thinking about Sally, he started stroking Maggie's almost naked body, waking her up. Maggie was a willing partner as always. They performed the age-old dance of mankind and when he shrank so much he couldn't remain sheathed in her love channel, she snuggled beside him, sated and satisfied just to feel John beside her. "For all his faults, I do love him." she thought. "Where else would I find a man, who could make me feel like this?" John's resolve to stay away from Sally was rapidly fading. Yesterday got better with each passing minute; and he knew he had to have her again. The ringing alarm brought both Bill and Sally out of a deep sleep. Since Bill was leaving on a week-long business trip, they took time for a quickie before Sally drove him to the Airport. "I hope one of my little swimmers made it last night or this morning," Bill said while they walked to the gate area. "I'm dying to have a little Bill pattering around the house." "Or a little Sally," she teased. She knew how badly Bill wanted a son. She suspected that was one of the reasons Bill had suggested they mess around. He had the foolish idea that if they had more sex she had more chance of pregnancy, therefore he'd do anything to increase her libido. "Be good." Bill kissed her, before going through security. "Always." She replied and left him still trying to get cleared by the scanner. Sally spent the rest of the morning working. She finally stopped for lunch well after one; that's when she started thinking about John. She felt the old familiar stirring between her legs and used her fingers to massage the itch. Sarah called while she still had her hand down her shorts and of course the conservation was sex, sex, and nothing but sex. By the time Sally hung up, she'd forgotten all about her conservation with God. She wanted John. A quick call to the office didn't get her anywhere. Nobody knew where the Boss was or when he'd be back. "Damn!" She threw the phone down. "Just like a man, never around when you need him." At that moment the doorbell rang. She pulled the door open; John stood there with a dozen roses. She jumped into his arms and they left a trail of clothes to the bedroom. Thus began the routine that continued for three months; Bill at work or out of town, and John made sure he was out of town often, John and Sally enjoying each other's charms. At first Sally made sure Bill was supplied with pussy, but as the days flew by she wanted only John to touch her. She mostly stopped using the alum and kept Bill from finding out by limiting him to twice a month, just after her period. Two days before "The" day, she would tighten back up with alum, do her duty to her husband and then reserve herself for her lover. She justified her actions by reminding herself Bill had suggest she let other men play with her; okay she was just carrying things to their logical conclusion. Bill had a lot on his mind that late summer afternoon. It was actually early fall, but, some years, in the Low-Country you could still swim comfortably in early October. This was one of those years, so he had to hurry home to maintain the pool. Sally stilled used it for exercise, they say swimming is great exercise, but Bill wouldn't know. He seldom indulged; he did, however notice Sally getting a little thicker around the middle, so he didn't want to do anything to discourage her. "Damn those kids!" When he entered the toolshed, he saw that his skill saw and a sander were missing. "Every time Sally takes a trip they steal something. She's due to leave again tomorrow. This time I'm going to catch their asses." Sally left to catch an early flight, giving Bill time to set his trap. First he parked his car down a dirt road where it couldn't be seen. Then he lugged a folding chair, a cooler of drinks, binoculars and finally his camera with its telephoto lens and long distance recording attachment out to the Chinaberry tree. Here he could sit in wait for the vandals. If they didn't show up he could add to his collection of bird pictures. If they did, he'd take their pictures and if the parents didn't replace his stuff, he'd turn the pictures over to the sheriff. Ten o'clock and nothing had happened. He was beginning to give up hope, when the privacy fence gate opened and a red Camaro pulled through. It was Sally; something must have gone wrong, why would she park behind the fence, and why was she still holding the gate open? Before he could stand to see what was wrong a BMW pulled in behind her car, and his Boss crawled out. Sally ran to him and they locked in a long passionate kiss. Bill settled back and reached for his camera. With his telephoto lens, it was just like he was right beside them. "Just right." He heard John say, when he knelt to check the water's temperature with his hand. "No telling how much longer it'll be warm enough to swim, so let's do it while we can." They removed their clothes. Sally looked so good naked that Bill forgot to get pictures until she dropped to her knees in front of John, using a blow-up raft for a cushion. She then took John's dick in her mouth, and delivered, what looked like to Bill, a first class blow job. "How can she get all that in her mouth?" Bill wondered. John had his hands behind her head, trying to get even more of his dick in her mouth. "Okay," Bill thought, "that's still oral and I did say oral was okay." His world was destroyed seconds later when Sally got on all fours with her ass in the air. John moved in behind, bent his knees enough to get to the proper level, and guided his monster to her hairy opening. Bill's camera captured the moment perfectly, when John pushed forward, Sally humped back and the monster disappeared to the hilt. When Bill saw how easily John entered her, he knew this wasn't the first time. No wonder she seemed so loose, when she did let him screw her. The big ear attachment Bill had for the camera allowed him to hear and record every grunt and groan the couple made. "Aaarrrhh!" John was in a final frenzy; he held her bottom tight against him. "I'm coming! He moaned. "Nooo, I'm almost there, don't you dare leave me now!" She mewed like a cat, as she topped the mountain of climax and coasted down. "Can't help it." He wouldn't let her move; he just held her tight and pumped his seed into her well used pussy. His limp shaft slipped out and white gobs of cum followed, and then it slowly finished dribbling out. "I've got something to tell you John, something very important." They were sitting side by side, watching the fountain on the other side of the pool; it made a soothing gurgling sound while running "What's wrong Baby? You finally got enough of Bill's pitifully little dick?" "No, and Bill isn't that little, but he has nothing to do with this." She hesitated, trying to build her courage. Finally she dropped the bombshell. "I'm going to have your baby." "Don't pull that shit on me, you dumb bimbo. If you got yourself pregnant it's your fault. Besides, how do you know it's not your husband's?" "Simple, since right after you and I got together I've only let him have it twice a month; right after my period. This is your baby, so what are you going to do about it?" "I suppose you think I'm going to divorce Maggie and marry you, so we can live happily ever after. Forget that shit, ain't going to happen." John started pulling on his clothes. "No, I don't want you to marry me, but you will damn sure take care of this baby." "Like hell! You got yourself knocked up—you handle it." "Suit yourself. I'll just visit your customers once I start showing a little more. and How many do you think will stick with the company after I give them my sad story and they see pitiful little me?" "Look, Sally, just convince that wimpy husband of yours the baby is his. He'll never know different and that will solve everything." "Why you miserable son-of-a-bitch! What did I ever see in you? If Bill was in your position, you wouldn't find him cutting and running." "Screw Bill, he's not even man enough to keep his wife." John seemed in deep thought. "Look Baby," he finally said, "you have a point about the customers. Tell you what; I have a rental cottage that's empty right now. I'll clean it up and you can move in tomorrow. That's the best I can do." Neither of them saw Bill approach. When he stepped from behind a shrub Sally was looking right at him. "Bill," she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, a look of horror on her face. "I told you to forget that piss-ant." That was as far as he had gotten when Bill tapped him on the shoulder. "I quit, Boss, or is it still John?" Bill hadn't been a Recon-Marine for nothing. He might not have been in the shape he once was, but he was still in good enough shape to beat John mercilessly without leaving a mark on his face. He then dragged him to the pool, threw him in and pulled him out. The cold water revived him enough to drive. Bill walked him to the car. "I'll sue you for everything you have. I'll...I'll own this house, you'll see." He looked at Sally. "You're my witness; you can tell them what happened. If you do, I'll divorce Maggie and we can live here." "I saw you fall over the wheel barrel." Sally walked away from him, disgusted. "I'll get you too!" John yelled back as he drove away. Bill's heart was breaking. It took several minutes for him to regain control of his emotions enough to trust himself to speak. He had loved this woman; he realized he still loved this woman; he just couldn't dismiss her treating him like she did—maybe later, but not now. "Thanks Sally, for standing up for me like you did." He was thinking not only of her refusing to testify, but the conservation earlier, when she had no idea he could hear." "Bill, please...This isn't what you think; I can explain everything..." Bill signaled for her to stop. Without a word, he took her hand and led her to the Chinaberry tree where he'd left the camera. Once there, he hit playback and didn't say a word. As she watched, her fist went to her mouth and tears streamed down her face. "What now?" she finally asked. "What do you want to do?" "I want to stay here with you and forget about this shit of playing around with others." "Yeah, that was one stupid ass idea I had, wasn't it?" Bill took a long time before speaking again. "You know, I might go along with that, except for you carrying his baby. I don't think I could stand looking at his kid day in and day out without hating it." "I know-I'm sorry—sorry about everything. I'll get my things and leave." She slowly walked toward the house. "Are you sure it couldn't be mine?" Bill had caught up and was walking beside her. "I'm sorry, Bill. I suppose it's possible, since my periods are always so sporadic, but I'd say there's no more than one chance in thirty the child is yours. She went in the bedroom to pack, while Bill went into the den to think. "Can I see you in here a second, Sally," he called, when he heard her suitcase's wheels squeaking as she pulled it to the door. "Look," he said when she sat down, "This isn't entirely your fault. I'm the stupid ass who started the ball rolling. You want to hear something funny? I didn't touch another woman during the entire time, and you didn't even give me as much pussy as you normally would have." He shook his head, disgusted with himself. "A stupid loser—that's me." He took a deep breath and fought not to lose control; tears were welling just beneath the surface. "I don't have to always remain a loser, do I?" He walked to her chair, and tried his best to smile as he looked down at her. "Here's what I'd like to do. First, as soon as we can, we'll both have the babe tested to see if it's mine." He handed her a check. "If it isn't, there will be one of these coming each month until the child is eighteen. Of course after the birth and you're able to go back to work, it'll probably be a little smaller." "If it happens to be mine, I would like you to move back here and forget this entire summer. We'll live together and hopefully this will be the first of the big family we once dreamed would roam this old house." At this point they both lost it. They stood, locked together in a platonic embrace, sobbing and apologizing, until finally, Bill regained control. "One other thing, If the baby isn't mine and I even hear of you having anything to do with John—I'm out—you're on your own. If the baby is mine and you come back—if you ever touch another man sexually again, I'm going to give you an ass whipping you'll never forget." "Agreed, honey," she said. Then she kissed him on the cheek and he walked her to the car. "Damn! Damn! Damn! Was all Bill could say as he waved to her while she drove away. ****** Epilogue (eight years later) "Billy, you just wait till your Daddy gets home! If you don't stop picking at your brothers, I don't know what I'll do." Sally stood in the door, baby Susan on her hip, while she tried to keep an eye on Billy, who was supposed to be watching his twin brothers playing in the sand box. "Thank God," she said when she saw Bill's BMW coming up the driveway. The last eight years had been better than Bill would have ever dreamed. After he'd found out the baby was indeed his, he and his camera had a long talk with Maggie. The camera's evidence was the last straw. Maggie had tossed John out on his ass, with only the clothes on his back and ten one hundred dollar bills to carry him over. "That's more than you had when you came to me," she shouted when he protested. She then called Bill and asked him to be CEO of Lover Enterprises, a job he still held; but now he owned forty nine per cent of the company. The last anyone had heard of John, he was feeding that big cock to a famous Hollywood actress, but there was a rumor around town some teenage boys had spotted him in a porn movie. ***** Authors note: Thank you for reading my story. Please don't forget to rate it and to comment. If you enjoyed this story, more of my work can be found in Amazon's Kindle store under the pen name Lucy Bell. Should you choose to read those, please leave a review; they are the lifeblood of e-book publishing.