12 comments/ 47510 views/ 16 favorites Boobgasm Bonnie By: imhapless I'm starting out this tale in the middle by relating some thought-provoking information about female orgasms. This was information that I never knew until I was twenty eight years old, and most of you probably don't know now regardless of your age. This information is important to understanding my story. According to an MRI study published by the Journal of Sexual Medicine, in 2011, stimulation of the nipples of the majority of sexually active females activates a part of the brain called the "genital sensory cortex." This is the same region of the brain that is activated by the stimulation of the vagina and clitoris. This provides an explanation for the results of other research that between one and three percent of modern women in the Western World can consistently orgasm by breast stimulation alone. This compares with a study done dozens of years ago by a guy named Dr. Otto which found that 29% of American women studied said that they had had at least one orgasm from breast stimulation alone in their lifetime, although for most women the number was in the single digits. The discrepancy (assuming that Dr. Otto's study was accurate) is explained by the fact that at the time of Dr. Otto's study women were not as sexually provocative or liberated as they are today, and were willing to engage in breast stimulation much more than in penile intercourse. The bottom line - a small percentage of women can orgasm from tit fucking alone, or even just nipple sucking. That makes these women capable of "boobgasms." I also found, much to my surprise and - I'll admit it - dismay, that roughly 70% of women do not orgasm from penile intercourse alone. While the vast majority of women (well over 90%) can orgasm from stimulation of the clitoris alone, there also is a small percentage that never orgasm from clitoris stimulation. When I researched this subject I wanted my research to be complete so I also studied blow jobs and anal. There is one woman featured in an article in Cosmopolitan Magazine that swears that she gets mild orgasms from giving blow jobs, and that she can teach most women how. I don't believe that, but there is literature indicating that there are a very small percentage (less than one percent) of women who sometimes orgasm when they give head. Another very small percentage of women can have anal orgasms. However, even if they don't orgasm anal sex must do something for some women, because it has been statistically demonstrated that women who regularly engage in anal sex tend to have more vaginal orgasms than women who don't. You're probably wondering what all of the above information has to do with me. One important fact is that I was 100% completely clueless about all of the above until I was twenty eight and had been married for two years; another significant thing is that I had a reason for becoming highly motivated to find out this information. ***************** I need to bore you a little with my background for some of my tale to make sense. I grew up in a rough neighborhood, and had lots of fights, and lost few. Many of the fights were protecting my younger brother who I loved dearly, because he's gay and that didn't sit well in the hood. I probably would have ultimately ended up in jail but when I dropped out of High School my junior year I met a guy named Jonah who changed my life. Well maybe "met" isn't the best word. I tried to mug him since he obviously was over sixty, and couldn't have weighed more than 140 pounds while I weighed 175. He kicked the shit out of me but apparently I put up a good enough fight that he was impressed. As I lay bleeding on the ground, but still conscious, he engaged in conversation. "What's your name?" I was not going to answer, but when he lifted up his foot like he was going to kick me again I blurted out "Tom Schindler." "Are you a High School dropout?" "Yeah." "Tom - I'm going to give you a choice. I'm either going to call the cops right now and have you arrested, or you're going to give me your word to come to my gym tomorrow for some testing and a workout. Which is it?" "How do you know that I'll show up?" "Because I'm going to get a look at your ID and if you don't show up I'm going to come after you and the next time I won't be gentle with you." "This time was gentle?" I thought, since my entire body ached and I was profusely bleeding from my nose. "I'll take the gym visit," I said. "Not as dumb as you look," Jonah snickered. "Here's my card. Be there between 1 pm and 2 pm tomorrow. Now let me see your ID.' To make a long story short, his gym prepped both boxers and MMA fighters. He gave me a janitorial job and free MMA training, contingent upon me getting my GED. When I turned 18 he scheduled some fights for me. Although after training my natural weight was 178 I fought welterweight (155-170). I won my first four matches, had a draw with the 23rd ranked welterweight in the world, then lost (by submissions) to the 14th and 17th ranked welterweights. Jonah was honest with me. "Tom, you got your GED, you're a good citizen and not a punk anymore, and you're never gonna make it into the top ten of MMA. You're also a lot smarter than the average fighter. Enroll in junior college, and make something of yourself." I did as told, got an associate's degree in engineering, and then got a bachelor's degree in engineering from one of the two best public universities in my state, graduating at the age of twenty four. I met my future wife Bonnie just out of college. She is a year older than I am and was in her third year of law school when we met. I guess that I need to describe us physically. Both she and I have faces slightly better looking than average. Mine has a few small scars, but they just add character. We both look good in clothes, although we would not immediately knock anyone's socks off, although her legs are much above average. Where we both shine in the looks department is in our naked upper bodies. I have a six pack and as good a musculature for someone my size as there is. I continued to, and still continue to, do MMA type training (without sparring) ever since I gave up fighting and also have natural muscle tone. Bonnie has - as least to me, and I've never had anyone with knowledge disagree - the best tits in the state, if not the entire country. They're probably between a C and D cup with long nipples, and the perfect shape. They're firm yet pliable - if that makes sense. The first time that I saw them I was on the verge of cumming spontaneously in my pants when she whipped out my dick and sucked the cum out of me. While I love Bonnie's tits, her personality is what made me fall in love with her. She is kind, fun, and vivacious, all at the same time. Also, her dichromatic eyes actually add to her character. She has one deep blue iris and one vivid green one. While she has colored contacts that she can use when the situation suits it, I love it when she doesn't - for some reason I find her dichromatic eyes exotic, and she seems to much appreciate that. One additional thing that I liked about Bonnie was her friends. It seems like many women have friends that make it difficult on their boyfriends. Not Bonnie; I liked all of her female friends. In fact her best friend, Julie, is as vivacious and fun as Bonnie is. She is also really cute, and as kind and sweet as any woman I have ever met in my life. Bonnie introduced her to me about two weeks after I met Bonnie, and Julie and I became excellent friends independent of Bonnie; in fact Julie became probably the best female friend that I ever had. There was one problem with Julie, though. I saw her in a bikini once, and I was bowled over by her shape - especially her creamy sculptured thighs. It took about two weeks to get those thighs out of my mind. It took me about six months to get Bonnie to commit to being exclusive. She finally agreed, and we got married just before I turned twenty six and she had just turned twenty seven. Julie was her maid of honor and my gay brother was my best man. Bonnie - maybe it's her legal training - chooses her words very carefully. I call it "parsing," but maybe that's not the right term. Anyway, as far as I know she never lied about anything important, but I had to carefully consider exactly what she said. I've known her to say to a subordinate "You've done a helluva job," meaning "You're just about to be fired." When we were sitting in one of her parents' friend's living room and the elderly gentlemen with a disastrous hair piece asked her if she liked his new toupee she smiled and said "You have a beautiful rug there," which I later got her to admit was a reference to his floor covering, not his creepy wig. Even though I have an engineering degree, I am far from being the "sharpest tool in the shed," and rarely catch on to Bonnie's parsing unless it is somehow brought to my attention. This encompassed the vows she wrote for our wedding. They included, in what became the "relevant" part, "I will only have sexual intercourse with you as long as we are married." We got married by a justice of the peace. I'm not sure that the average priest, minister, or rabbi would have agreed to go along with that vow. *************** While Bonnie's and my sex life didn't vary much, it didn't have to. It was fantastic even though not particularly experimental. In a typical session I sucked her tits - especially those elongated nipples - then put a little lotion in the valley between her boobs. Then I reciprocated my cock between her delicious globes as she pushed them together until her eyes start fluttering uncontrollably and she gasped for breath. Then I scurried down her body and buried my cock in her pussy - which by then was soaking wet - and pumped hard until I shot my wad, at which point she shook and chirped, seemingly doing her best not to scream and normally succeeding. Occasionally I ate her and she gave me a blowjob, and also occasionally I fucked her doggy while manipulating her nipples, but the vast majority of the time we both wanted, needed, and totally enjoyed, the nipple-sucking, tit-fucking, cunt-banging, sequence. I had just turned twenty eight and was thoroughly enjoying married life when some "flies appeared in the ointment." None of the events or situations was enough by itself to make me suspicious of Bonnie, but when added together I couldn't help but wonder. Although our sex life was as fantastic as ever - maybe even slightly better than when we first got married - Bonnie: -Insisted upon, in fact she was manic about it, going to a health club early in the morning four days a week. It didn't make any difference what time we got to bed, what my libido was like in the morning, or what other activities were planned. She had to get there by 7 a. m. without fail. -Had strange looks on her face when exiting the bathroom at several parties that we went to. -Always immediately changed the tenor of her conversation on her cell phone, or got off it, whenever I came nearby while she was having a discussion. -Sometimes came home from a trip to a bar after work looking a little disheveled, even though she was never later than the time she said she'd be home, and we almost always ate dinner together. I checked her panties in the wash, and looked for other signs of an affair, but came across nothing. However, it did bother me, so after about four months of doubts I confronted her while in bed one night. I wasn't belligerent or nasty in any way - just curious. With a big smile on her face and without any apparent angst Bonnie said - "Why you little devil; you're jealous aren't you?" "Jealous of what?" "Jealous of some imagined lover," she giggled. "Do I have reason to be worried?" Her smile turned diabolical. "Tom; I swear to you that as long as we're married no one else's cock will ever enter any of my holes. If I ever get tired of you - not fucking likely," she continued with an evil laugh - "I'll let you know. Now get that hog over here!" With that she started sucking my balls and stroking my cock, and gave me the best blowjob that she had ever given me. After she made a dramatic point of swallowing my large load she murmured "Now suck your mama's nipples, bad jealous boy," and stuck one of her delicious elongated marvels in my face. *************** I wanted to believe Bonnie, I really did. I truly loved being married to her, and loved everything about her, but I had a bone up my ass and couldn't let it go. Then something serendipitous happened. Julie came to visit. Bonnie was Julie's matron of honor when Julie got married about six months after we did to a guy named Ralph. Julie had moved about an hour away shortly after she married Ralph, and we didn't get to see her or Ralph much anymore. It was no loss, as far as I was concerned, that we didn't get to see Ralph; he is a big unpleasant guy who thinks that his shit doesn't stink, but I really missed Julie. Bonnie and Julie talked on the phone or emailed about every other day, and Julie and I talked or emailed at least once a week; I was truly sorry that we didn't get to see her much anymore. Julie came to visit - fortunately sans husband - for a long weekend. In addition to being anxious to see my best female friend I was pleased that she visited for another reason; she did not hold her liquor well. I knew that Bonnie told her everything, and if I got Julie drunk I hoped that I could finagle the information I wanted out of her. We threw a party in Julie's honor the second night that she was with us, mostly with people Julie knew from college and when she lived near us. Everyone was having a good time. I danced several dances with Julie, and got her a drink anytime that she wanted one - sure to make them doubles, and one even a triple. By about eleven she was bona fide plastered. "Hey Jules," I said, handing her another daiquiri, "You look like you could use some air. Let's go out on the patio - it's a nice night." I won't try to mimic the slurring of her words, but they were garbled. "Sure, hunk," she giggled, as I led her to the small couch on our patio, big enough for two people but nothing else. After talking about some things that I considered silly but that Julie was interested in I started my subtle interrogation. "Say, Jules, why didn't you warn me about Bonnie's unusual sexual proclivities before I married her?" Her face got serious. "Are you having problems?" she asked. "Hell no," I laughed, "far from it. It's just that some of them are kind of surprising." "Yeah, some are," she laughed. "Those boobgasms are the wildest, aren't they?" I had never heard the term "boobgasm" before, but it wasn't hard to figure out what it meant. Instantly it flashed into my mind that Bonnie may actually orgasm when I sucked her nipples or tit-fucked her, something that I had never, ever, even considered was a possibility. I just thought that she liked it more than the average woman. "Yeah, they sure are. When did you first find out about them?" "I knew from within a month of when I met her our junior year in college. She had a whole group of guys that she would alternative having suck her tits. For a time she had a different one every day." "Hmmm," I thought. "Did you ever think that she'd give it up?" I asked. "No, silly, she won't give it up." "She WON'T give it up?" blitzed through my brain. Julie's facial expression started to change from fun to serious, probably in response to an unconscious frown on my face. I made a quick save, however. Smiling I continued "Well it's harmless so I don't mind; I don't think that she'd let anyone else pork her, though." "Of course not silly. You know that unlike me - I absolutely love getting a cock up my pussy or a tongue on my clit - she never orgasms from a pussy fuck or clit stimulation, hates anal and gives BJs only when she wants something," Julie said - and then gave me a look like "You do know that, don't you?" "Of course you're right, so aside from letting other guys suck her tits I never have to worry about her, and I do love her pussy," I said with a big smile. I was able to get some more information from Julie before Bonnie came out onto the patio. "Why aren't you two in here dancing and mingling with Julie's old college buddies?" she giggled. "Jules just needed a little air," I chuckled. "I think that I made her drinks too strong." I helped Julie to her feet, we walked back inside arm-in-arm with Bonnie, and I continued to pretend to have a good time. Even though I stopped with the double-strength drinks, within about an hour of returning to the party Julie passed out. I asked Bonnie if I should carry her to her bed in the guestroom, and she was all for it. "Do you need any help?" she asked. "No - there's no problem just putting her into bed with her clothes on, is there?" I responded. "Take her blouse and skirt off, but don't remove her bra or panties - or touch any of the merchandise, dude - got it?" Bonnie snickered. "Got it," I replied. I picked Julie up with ease - which seemed to surprise Bonnie and several other guests - and carried her to the guestroom. Although I didn't touch "the merchandise" I have to say that I did ogle Julie in her bra and panties. She really is cute, and her creamy sculptured thighs again reminded me that they are nicer than any that I have ever seen. I was covering her up with a sheet when she started to regain awareness. Her eyes fluttered, then opened, and she smiled and said "Tom!" "I hope that it's OK that I put you to bed, Jules," I said with a grin. "You were out of it and do need to sleep it off." Again I won't try and replicate her garbled speech. "Tom, I like you lots more than Ralph. He's a jerk sometimes. Do you think that if we asked Bonnie that she'd let you fuck me?" After a shocked pause - I was quite sure that in her present condition she couldn't read the astonishment on face - I replied "Maybe that wouldn't be such a good idea. But I do really like you Jules; you're great." "And smokin' hot too?" she giggled. "Hell yeah - smokin' hot," I chuckled. "Now get some sleep." With that I gave her a kiss on the forehead and covered her with the sheet, turned off the light, and left the room. "Interesting," I thought as I left the room. Depending upon how things played out in the near future, it could be very interesting. I thought back upon all of my past dealings with Julie and stupidly realized for the first time that what I interpreted as harmless flirtations by her were likely sometime more. Not that I would have changed anything that I did based upon that, but - who knows? The next day Julie seemed chagrined around me and appeared to be avoiding eye contact. She must have remembered what she said to me. I tried to be as cheerful and outgoing around her as I could. However, with Bonnie I was conflicted, and walking on eggs. I wondered if she still did have a cadre of guys sucking her magnificent tits. That night, Julie's last visiting us, after dinner Bonnie had to run an errand. As soon as she left Julie sheepishly came up to me, wringing her hands. "I'm really sorry, Tom; I hope that I didn't embarrass you too much by what I said to you in the guestroom last night. I'd never do anything to come between you and Bonnie." "Hey, think nothing of it, Jules," I chirped, squeezing her hands. "You're a great friend. Water over the dam." She looked somewhat relieved, but continued. "Uh,...I also hope that I didn't tell you anything that you didn't already know about Bonnie out on the patio. I'm not sure exactly what I said, but I'm worried..." I interrupted her and squeezed her hands again. "Don't give it a second thought - nothing you said was news to me," I lied. "There is one concern that I have, however. That is your comment that sometimes Ralph is a jerk. Sit down and tell me about it." Boobgasm Bonnie We sat next to each other on the living room couch and I continued to hold her hands. Maybe she was reassured by me holding her hands; maybe she was desperate; whatever it was she opened up to me. By the time that Bonnie got back fifteen minutes later I had learned some disturbing things, and confirmed that I REALLY did not like Ralph. Just as Bonnie was coming in the garage door I looked Julie straight in the eye and said "If I can ever help with Ralph - let me know. I mean it. There are things in my past that make me able to handle any physical situation, so don't hesitate to call." The last statement obviously was a surprise to her. Once I started junior college I never told anyone about my MMA experience, not even Bonnie. I was just an average Joe to them when in reality any welterweight real MMA fighter can kick the shit out of 99% of guys off the street, no matter what their size, and I was no exception. **************** After the information I got from Julie I did the research that I related at the start of this story. It took me a couple of days on the Internet and two phone discussions with recognized "sex experts," to gather it all. When I was done I felt like a veil had been lifted from my face. I had no fucking idea that boobgasms were possible or the small percentage of women who came from penile intercourse alone. I needed to test Bonnie to see if her cries of pleasure when I sucked her nipples and tit-fucked her were suppressed orgasms. That very night I vigorously sucked one of Bonnie's nipples while I lightly pinched and twisted the other one. When I didn't stop at my normal spot but kept on going I could feel her losing control. It was clear that she was holding back having a mammoth orgasm but when I continued she couldn't help herself and soon spasmed with a banshee scream. Yeah, that clearly was a boobgasm. I wasn't done yet, though. Once she partially recovered, I lotioned her tit valley and started stroking with my cock. Once she started chirping instead of moving my cock to her pussy I kept tit fucking. She pushed her tits together harder and harder, her eyes fluttered uncontrollably, and when I came on her chin and chest she again spasmed and screamed. She then went limp, and laid there moaning. I had one more test to perform. Since she was almost out of it I figured that she couldn't fake a pussy orgasm, so I first tongued her clit. I did enough tonguing that any woman who had an orgasm from clitoral stimulation would have climaxed, but she didn't. By then my cock was rock hard again, so I turned her over and ran it up her pussy. I fucked myself to orgasm, and she barely reacted. I had one set of the answers I needed. While Bonnie was somewhat chagrined the next morning after her two boobgasms, I didn't make a big deal about it and pretended that I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Now, to answer my second set of questions, I had to figure out what was going on with Bonnie and "others." I decided not to confront her about her boobgasms and the fact that she was obviously faking her penile intercourse orgasms. More important to me was the high probability that other guys were sucking her tits, something that I wouldn't stand for. Foremost in my mind was her penchant for "parsing" her words, and her statement to me that no one would ever stick their dick in any of her holes while we were married. She obviously was avoiding saying anything about getting her tits sucked - or maybe even fucked - and/or also giving handjobs. I couldn't figure out where she would be getting her boobies sucked, though. Certainly not at work, since her career was very important to her and the last thing that she needed was to be fired as an associate attorney for inappropriate activities at work. She was with me almost every night and almost all weekend. By process of elimination that left only the health club and her infrequent bar trips with her coworkers. I first dealt with the health club. I hired a female P. I. who joined Bonnie's health club and worked out exactly when Bonnie did. After just one week - four sessions - she had a disturbing report. According to the PI, at the end of each session Bonnie and a male trainer or customer would go into a private "workout/massage" room. They would come out fifteen or twenty minutes later with smiles on their faces, and looking more disheveled and sweaty than when they went into the room. I asked the PI to plant a camera in that room - to be activated only when Bonnie was in the room. "You know that you can't use anything caught on the camera in court, don't you?" she told me. "I will never even tell anyone that I have anything from the camera. I'll just use it for my own purposes," I replied. By the end of the next week I had what I needed - it was not what I wanted, but it was what I needed. Monday morning a muscle bound trainer that the PI identified as Jake sucked her tits while she jacked him off with her hands. They both had orgasms. Wednesday morning it was a customer named Bill. He got the same treatment as Jake. Thursday morning it was another customer named Kurt, who got all the sucking he wanted, but didn't get a handjob; I don't know why she discriminated against him. Saturday morning she entertained another trainer named Flint. I guess he was her favorite because he fucked her tits and ejaculated all over her chest and chin. None of them got a dick in any of her orifices, but somehow that wasn't much comfort to me. I loved Bonnie, and loved being married to her, so I chose how to proceed carefully. I decided a two pronged approach was the best; deal with the guys first to scare them and others off, then confront Bonnie and get her to reform her behavior. I acted quickly. Sunday morning, less than twenty four hours after I got the videos from the PI, I went to Jake's apartment. Since he was by far the biggest of the guys, and according to the PI had an over-inflated opinion of his toughness and was homophobic, I wanted to deal with him first. Beyond my wildest expectations he went to a nearby coffee house that had video surveillance. I taped one arm to my side so that with my sport jacket on it would look like I had only one arm, but had the arm taped loosely enough so that I could release it with minimal effort if I really needed to. Then I followed him into the coffee house. Once Jake sat down with his latte - clearly in view of a camera - I walked over to him. "So you're the asshole sucking my wife's tits," I said as nastily as I could. "Who the fuck are you?" was his belligerent response. "Why, are you sucking so many married women's tits that you don't know that I'm Bonnie's husband, asshole?" "She can do what she wants fuckstick," he snarled. "Maybe she can but after I knock all your teeth out you won't be sucking anything without pain for quite a while." "Get lost little one-armed man before I kick your ass." "I don't think that you can - in fact I'm really surprised that you suck her tits. I thought that a fag like you would be sucking cocks. Maybe you just suck tits for a change of pace." That got him - as it would most homophobes. This was going to be fun, not only getting revenge for him sucking Bonnie's tits, but also allowing me to vent a little rage for the way that my gay brother had been treated by assholes like Jake all through High School. Of course he couldn't resist throwing the table aside - spilling his latte - and punching me. I made sure that it was only a glancing blow, and took a dive when it hit so that it looked like he had really tagged me. As I lay on the ground I snarled "You really are a fag, aren't you; my kid sister hits harder than that." He raised his right leg to stomp me. I kicked his left leg out from him with my right leg. His big body fell almost in slow motion, slowly enough that I was able to kick him in the balls with my left foot as he was falling down. Then I flipped up on my feet (hard to do with only one arm, but I was so stoked that I managed it) and then kicked him square in the mouth, sending several teeth flying. I was hoping that he would get up so that I could beat him some more, but given his weight I think that when he landed on the floor he really got hurt, and he apparently was intimidated by his own blood and teeth spread out everywhere. When I was sure that he wasn't getting up I yelled for the startled barrister to call 911. We were only ten blocks away from a police station so the cops were there fast. I explained what happened, the barrister and two customers backed me up, and I got the cops to get the CD that the camera was recording on. I also filed a complaint against Jake for assault. I told the EMTs that arrived to be sure to pick up his teeth - three were out, and five more really loose - in case a plastic surgeon could reattach him. They took a chagrined Jake - who wouldn't even make eye contact with me - to the hospital. The cops were amazed. They thought that I had only one arm. They got my contact information from me and told me that pending their review of the CD I could leave, and that my complaint would be processed. I did have a bruise where he hit me in the face - it would only last a few days. ******************* When I got home Bonnie was shocked. "What happened to you, Hon?" she asked while stroking the bruise on my cheek. "Oh, I got tagged by your friend Jake before I kicked the shit out of him. Jake - you know the guy who sucks your tits and that you give a handjob to on Mondays." Her face turned ashen for a few seconds and her jaw dropped. She regained composure after about ten seconds and replied. "What are you talking about?" "You know, darling, or do you have so many tit-suckers or fuckers that you can't keep them straight. Let me refresh your recollection. Jake on Monday, Bill on Wednesday, Kurt on Thursday - only for some reason he doesn't rate a handjob; and then Flint on Saturday. He must be your favorite since he gets a tit fuck." This time when the color drained from her face she didn't recover, but collapsed onto a chair. "Bonnie, honey, I want you to go visit Jake in the hospital. He's at First Memorial. When you come back from there we're going to talk." "I—uh—I don't want to see him," she moaned. I got her jacket from the front closet, got her purse from the kitchen table, handed her her car keys, and said "I don't give a fuck if you want to or not. Go see him now and when you come back we WILL talk." Then I ushered her slumping body out the front door and locked it behind her. Despite what I considered clear cheating, regardless of her parsing of words, I still wanted to be married to Bonnie. I loved her, she was fun (when not cheating), and the sex with her was great. But I would not tolerate any more extracurricular activities on her part. Bonnie returned about two hours later, quite subdued. "How's Jake doing?" I asked, in a tone indicating that I didn't really give a shit but wanted to initiate a conversation. "He has to have a little reconstructive surgery, and he feels sore all over. Are you really going to press an assault complaint against him?" she replied. "Why wouldn't I?" I chuckled. "He hit me and knocked me down in front of witnesses and a camera." "He said that you provoked him by calling him a fag." "I can't help it that he has a real character flaw - his homophobia. He can tell that to the judge," I snickered. "Why does he think that you have only one arm?" "Maybe he was drunk. Of course unless he had some problem a little guy like me could never possibly hurt a big strong man like him. Maybe I should be afraid when they release him from the hospital," I responded, with sarcasm dripping from my lips. "Tom...I...uh...I don't know what to say about what was going on...I..." Bonnie mumbled, failing to meet my gaze. "I told you that we were going to have a little talk, Bonnie. I guess that technically wasn't the truth. I'm going to ask you a few questions, and then I'm going to tell you what is going to happen. You're either going to go along with it, or get out. Capire? " She looked startled and wide-eyed, but nodded her head "yes." "First, why would you not tell me that you only orgasm from tit play, and never from penile intercourse or even clitoris stimulation? Second, why the fake orgasms when I fucked your pussy? Third, why would you get boobgasms from other guys and not seek them from me?" I asked, with significant irritation in my voice. She paused a long time before answering; long enough that I said "Well?" twice before she finally did. "I...I didn't want you to think me weird and I know how much you enjoy fucking my pussy. I just wanted to make you happy. I...I let those other guys suck my tits because it made me feel really good, and I didn't think that it would hurt you since you're the only one who got to stick his dick in any of my orifices," she said, between sobs. I probed a little further but got nothing else from her. Either she was really telling the truth - and was emotionally fucked up - or I was never going to get it from her, so I dropped it. "Let me tell you what is going to happen now. First, you're quitting your present health club immediately. Second, I'm going to find your fuck buddy Flint and kick the ever lovin' shit out of him. He won't fare as well as Jake did." She interrupted with a pleading "Please don't hurt anyone else. It was my fault, not theirs. They couldn't resist." That was probably true, but I didn't care. "Shut the fuck up and listen!" I barked. When her eyes were cast back to the ground I continued. "Third, you're going to come up with a way to make me comfortable enough to trust you again, and if you do I won't kick the shit out of Bill and Kurt. If you don't come up with a way, we're splitting up and I will smack them good. If you want to divorce then we can do it right now and you're free to have every guy you meet suck your honkers." "I don't want to split up," she cried. Then she tried to come to me. I held her off with an outstretched arm. "Then you've got a week to figure out a way for me to trust you. In the meantime I'm going to fuck your pussy whenever I feel like it, but no tit play. Got it?" She dejectedly nodded her head "yes." "What do you want me to make you for dinner, and do you want to watch a movie afterward?" "Yes please," she timidly responded. "I should have everything ready in an hour," I said. She shuffled upstairs and I heard the bathtub running. We talked about anything except our issue that night, and snuggled as we watched the movie - which I let her pick out. When she was naked while changing into a teddy, I picked her up, carried her over to the padded chair in our bedroom, bent her over it, and started to stroke her pussy. Because I avoided her tits her pussy never got wet, and she really had no reaction. I got out some lube because there was no way that I could dry-hole her, and fucked her pussy good. I had a nice orgasm and blew a giant wad into her pussy. She didn't fake an orgasm and had no reaction except a few pleasure grunts. I know that she called her suck-buddies to warn them about me. When I went to the health club that she had belonged to at her regular time on Wednesday and asked for Flint, I was told that he was no longer employed there. I asked for Jake and was told that he had had an "accident" and wouldn't be back until the next Monday. While waiting to see what Bonnie would come up with to make me trust her again, I fucked her pussy at least once every day the next week. I got tired of lube by the second time, however, and despite my pledge warmed her up by sucking or fucking her tits to orgasm the rest of the time before fucking her pussy. She didn't fake pussy orgasms, but did try her best to assure me that even though she didn't orgasm that she enjoyed it. Sunday Bonnie surprised me by what she came up with to deal with my trust issues. After I sucked her tits and fucked her pussy Sunday morning, she said "I hope that you'll accept my plan for getting your trust back. I have something to show you." With that she pulled a really strange contraption out of her bottom dresser drawer. "What's that?" I asked. "A chastity bra," she replied with a grin. I had never heard of a chastity bra. I took it from her and inspected it carefully. I was intrigued by it both as an engineer and a cheated-upon husband. It had two stainless steel cups that looked like they were perfectly sized for Bonnie's boobs, a strap that looked like it would go around the neck, and a horizontal strap that went from one metal cup to the other and looked like it would go around her torso. Between the two metal cups was a metal clasp with a lock. After a thirty second inspection I knew how it worked, but wanted to hear her tell me. "How does it work?" I asked. "Like this," she said. She took off her top, put the horizontal strap around her torso and the cups over her tits, put the neck strap around her neck, and then locked the clasp. "See!" she proudly said, with a smile. "This is the only key," she continued, handing it to me. "Isn't it uncomfortable?" I asked. "A little," she replied, "but the stainless steel cups are lined with cloth, so it's not really that bad. I certainly can wear it for working out, or when I'm otherwise away from you, although I would prefer not to wear it all day at work. "And this is the only key," I rhetorically asked. "Yes, I swear," she responded, raising her right hand. "Also, the lock is tamper-proof. It would take an expert to pick, according to the manufacturer's literature." "Let me see the literature," I said. She pulled the literature out of the same drawer that the chastity bra was in. It looked legit. I was going to be sure to call the manufacturer on Monday. "You can also easily tell if the straps have been tampered with," she said, as she did a little twirl modelling the bra for me. "Looks good; let's give it a try," I said with a smile. That got an enormous return smile from her. "One more thing, though. I can't find your buddy Flint. Do you know where he is?" Her smile turned into a frown. "I'm quite sure that he moved. I warned him and he talked to Jake, and I think that he took your threat seriously, especially after you went to the health club and asked about him. Please don't try to find him. He doesn't deserve a beating, but more importantly I don't want to see you in jail." ***************** Things went well for about the next six months. Bonnie wore the chastity bra whenever she went to her new health club, and on weekend short excursions, such as shopping or lunch with her friends, without me. When she was going out with people after work she changed into it and sent me a selfie by email with the day's newspaper visible next to her chastity bra. I think that she was expecting me to tell her, after a short period of time, that she needn't wear it anymore, but I wasn't ready for that even after six months. During that six months sex was even better than before. I really don't know why she didn't tell me about her boobgasms and lack of pussy climaxes earlier. I didn't mind that she didn't orgasm when I fucked her pussy, and I was happy - since I thoroughly enjoyed it too - to suck or fuck her tits to orgasm before I fucked her pussy. Into the seventh month of Bonnie wearing the chastity bra - she had replaced the cloth liners inside the metal cups several times - I had to go on a rare overnight (actually three nights) business trip. I was debating whether to tell her that she didn't have to wear the chastity bra that whole time when she surprisingly volunteered to wear it. "Won't it be uncomfortable for that length of time?" I asked. "Actually, I've gotten used to it, and I don't think so. I won't be able to exercise since I couldn't wash my sweaty tits with it on, but I don't mind missing the one day of exercise when you'll be gone to give you peace of mind," she sweetly replied. "That is, assuming that you'll give me a couple of boobgasms just before you leave, to tide me over," she chuckled, while grabbing my crotch. Boobgasm Bonnie I did suck and tit fuck Bonnie to two orgasms Monday morning the week of my trip. After those wonderful experiences she showered then put on the chastity bra and I took the key with me when I left to drive to my trip destination, about two hours' away. ************ On Tuesday early afternoon, while still on my trip, I got a frantic call on my cellphone from Julie. The last several times that I had talked to her on the phone it seemed like something was bothering her, but she denied it when I asked about it, and tried to sound cheery. "Tom," she said with desperation in her voice, "you said that you'd help me if I needed it. I do. I'm afraid of Ralph. He's actually been mean recently, and I don't know what to expect. Do you think that I could stay with you and Bonnie a few days?" "Of course. Have you called Bonnie?" "I can't reach her either at her office or on her cell. She's at some meeting outside the office. Plus Ralph has my car and his is in the shop. Could you pick me up?" she replied, sounding even more anxious. "I'm on a business trip, but it's in the same direction away from my house as yours is, and it's only an hour from you. Let me check and call you right back," I earnestly replied. I checked with my supervisor, who was on the trip with me. Things had gone very well and if I completed one more task - that would take only about forty five minutes - he could get by without me, even though he didn't like it. I explained that it was a true emergency, so he did agree. I called Julie back and gave her the news. "Please hurry," was her earnest reply. I finished the task in forty two minutes flat, asked my boss to retrieve my suitcase from my motel room and bring it with him, and took off for Julie's house. When I got there I was surprised when she didn't immediately answer the door. I pounded for a good two minutes before I heard her voice inside. "Hi, Tom...thanks for coming, but it's a false alarm. I'll call you tomorrow," I heard her say weakly from the other side of the front door. This sure wasn't like Julie. She was in trouble. I said "OK, but call again if you need me," then went to my car and drove three houses away and parked. I crept back to her house, looked in the garage and saw that her car there - meaning that Ralph was back - then peeked into the kitchen. Julie was crying and Ralph was berating her. It looked like she might be injured too. I went to their locked side door, broke a window in it with a rock, reached in and opened it up, and walked into the kitchen taking a video with my smartphone as I approached. When Julie turned from her sobs to look at me I could see that she had a black eye and other marks on her face. Ralph sneered "Get the fuck out of her, bozo, before I kick your ass." "I'm stopping you from beating Julie further, asshole," I sneered back. "Let her come with me peacefully now and you won't get hurt. Do you want to come with me Julie?" "Yes, desperately," she said, trying to stand up, only to be slapped down by Ralph - clearly caught on my video. I turned the video function off, put the smartphone in my pocket, and approached Ralph. He charged me, fists flying. I stepped out of the way and parried his charge. As he turned to swing at me again I hit him in the throat three times in succession with my right, then left, then right again. He stumbled back, hit his head on the kitchen floor, and was out. Julie ran to me and sobbed into my shoulder. I called 911 as I comforted her. The police and paramedics were there quickly. I gave my statement and showed my video to two male police detectives as Julie was simultaneously being treated and giving her statement to a female detective. The paramedics took Ralph away, handcuffed to his gurney, and a uniformed officer accompanied him to the hospital. Everything was concluded within a couple of hours, and I emailed the video to one of the detective's phones. Julie was a wreck. She had already packed, so we just grabbed her two suitcases and a few more items, and took off for my house. I tried to call Bonnie on the way, with no success. We got home about 6:30 p. m. I was surprised that Bonnie wasn't there, especially since her car was in the garage. I parked in the garage too, and didn't turn on any outside lights. I made Julie a quick meal and then insisted that she get some sleep. She didn't argue - she was emotionally and physically spent. When Bonnie arrived about 8:00 it was obvious that she was shocked to see me. She had a light jacket on, which she conspicuously didn't take off. As I told her about Julie it was obvious to me that her mind was working overtime to come up with some explanation for how she got there without her car and why she didn't get home until eight. She started to go up to our bedroom saying that she had to pee. I knew something was up, but I pretended not to suspect anything and said that I'd pour some wine for her while she went upstairs. Instead, I followed her upstairs. She had locked the bedroom door, but interior door locks - and ours are typical - are usually easily opened with just a probe, which is kept above the door jam. I went in and saw her reaching into her bottom drawer to pull out her chastity bra. She didn't have it on. As she gasped and started saying something - I wasn't listening so I don't know what shit or lies she was spewing - I ripped open her blouse, exposing a conventional bra. I undid the bra and saw her nipples raw and distended, and felt lotion between her tits. "Another nipple sucking and tit fucking liaison, heh bitch," I snarled. "This time I'm not going to hunt down the assholes - I'm throwing you out. We're through!" With that I started packing two suitcases for her. Julie was awakened by the commotion and came into our room wide-eyed. After Bonnie cried into Julie's shoulder and then asked Julie about her condition, I could hear them talking in hushed tones. I didn't hear what they were saying, but could detect angst in both of their voices. Just as I finished packing the second suitcase I heard Bonnie scream "You bitch," and she slapped Julie. I couldn't fucking believe it! I hustled Julie into the guestroom and told her to lock her door. I then carried both of Bonnie's suitcases in one arm and hand and pulled her along with the other as she was screaming "I'm sorry, Tom, we can get past this, I love you," and other shit. I never said a word as I put her suitcases in the trunk of her car, forced her into the driver's seat, and handed her the keys. Only then did I speak. "My attorney will call you at your office. You can come back here in three days. By then I'll have cleared out and found another place. Don't come back before then because the locks will be changed." Bonnie was sobbing as she backed down the driveway. I closed the garage door, and then stormed back into the house cursing. I sat down at the kitchen table and started to cry myself, because I knew that my marriage was over! Suddenly Julie appeared. She came over to me and tenderly stroked my head for a few minutes while clutching it to her stomach. When I was done crying I looked up at her. "Are you and Bonnie through?" she asked with a look hard to read. "Yes. Absolutely! Unequivocally!" I replied. She smiled. Even with her black eye, two other bruises, and the red mark from Bonnie's slap, she looked beautiful. "Why did Bonnie slap you?" I asked. "Because I told her that she was a damn fool, and that if you were done with her that I was going after you with everything that I have. I'm not a fool; if you're available I'll kick Ralph to the curb in an instant." She got a truly diabolical grin. "Are you available?" she asked. I stood up and planted a passionate kiss on her. It wasn't as intense as I would have liked because I wanted to be sure not to hurt her bruises, but given how zealously she kissed back that probably wasn't really a problem. When we came up for air I lifted her up and carried her to my bed as she planted kisses on the side of my face and neck. When I set her down she immediately tore off her conservative nightgown - the only article of clothing that she had on - and started undoing my pants. I ripped off my shirt and undershirt as she worked on my lower body clothing. She was having a hard time removing my pants and boxers because my dick was so engorged and rigid. I finally helped her and once naked I threw her on the bed and started sucking on her clitoris while fingering her pussy. What a sweet, sweet pussy! Small slit, juicy lips, prominent clit, hairless except for a landing strip. I feverishly worked on her with all my fingers, my lips, tongue, and sometimes even nose. She skyrocketed through three orgasms unbelievably quickly, and then pleaded with me to fuck her. She didn't have to beg. I put her calves on my shoulders, put the head of my cock at the entrance to her soaking wet slit, and then slowly pushed in until buried. She bucked, contorted, and screamed like a wild woman as I banged her pussy as vigorously as I could without hurting her. We orgasmed essentially simultaneously after only a few minutes when I deposited a monster load in her eager cunt. When I rolled off Julie several minutes later I took a good look at her body. WOW! She was a modern Aphrodite, with even more goddess-like thighs. I kneaded, stroked, and licked those creamy sculptured thighs until she pushed me away and started sucking my cock to start round two. After round ten - two days later (we only fucked, slept, ate, and showered - nothing else - in that time) - I was wiped out. Things happened fast. Julie offered to talk to the DA to reduce the charges against Ralph if he completely cooperated in her divorce proceedings against him. He tried a couple of times to reconcile (it was still hard for him to talk right, what with his throat having been traumatized) but she just laughed at him. "Sorry, abuser; why would I go back to your shit when I now have the man that I've hate unrequited love for the last five years?" she told him in my presence. "Interesting," I thought. Bonnie also tried reconciling but I told her flat out that I was sorry things had worked out like they had, but that I couldn't put up with her cheating ass any more. I just didn't trust her. "You just want to replace me with that slut Julie," she barked at one point. "How dare you call anyone else a slut, slut," I shot back. "Could you blame me if I like fucking her more than I like fucking you? Plus, she won't cheat on me." Eventually, Bonnie saw it my way, and we split things 50-50. Both Julie and I got other jobs, we sold both houses and split the proceeds with our ex-spouses, and we moved to a city three hours by car away from where Bonnie and I used to live. On our first wedding anniversary, Julie and I found out that she was pregnant. That night after I slowly doggy-fucked her to mammoth simultaneous orgasms, she got in my face. "What would you have done if I had tried to steal you from Bonnie before you married her?" she asked while stroking the side of my face. "I probably would have gently dumped her and married you," I replied with a grin. "Especially if I got to feel those creamy consummate thighs wrapped around my waist." "Good answer," she chuckled. "I'm sorry that I didn't try," she said after a pause, now with a tear forming in one eye. "We're together now - that's all that matters," I replied. Then I kissed her and fucked her to another orgasm. As she moaned and writhed as I fucked her, through my mind ran the thought "although there's something to be said for boobgasms, I like conventional orgasms much better." She screamed and spasmed just as I completed that thought. Nice!