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Brenda's Confession

By: thecarolinadreamer



Author's Notes:

#1 WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

The following is a story about wives who cheat and husbands who love them enough to forgive them. If you want to see anyone humiliated or any woman kicked into the street, you really should stop reading now and choose another story.

#2 As with all my stories, everyone is over 18 years old.

#3 This is a 17.5K word story. Since I hate long stories I was torn between making two chapters or posting the entire story at once. I went with the latter because the story just didn't lend itself to a split. I tried to prevent Brenda from becoming one of the 'cardboard characters' too often found here. I'd sure like to hear your thoughts on my success. It makes no difference if you loved her or hated her, I'll consider myself successful either way. If she really doesn't stir any emotion, I'll have to go back to the drawing board. 

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Prologue

I'm Brenda and don't have much time so I've been pushing myself to finish this before the 'Big C' finally wins. Ted has gone ahead; he's been waiting for me these two years now, but I have four daughters and six grand-daughters still here with me. They have taken excellent care of me since the doctor said those dreadful words, "We have to talk," therefore I want to help them to understand that the mistakes they made and will make are not unique. My hope is after reading my story they'll avoid some of the heartbreak so common in this brave new fucked-up world they will be forced to live in.

I know some of you, who have written memoirs for your kids only to have them never glance at your words, are sniggering and asking yourselves, "What makes this old gal think her kids will be different?" I think I have the answer, my will clearly states there will be a group reading before the estate is divided, and anyone who doesn't attend forfeits their share. Since millions are involved, I think I'll have their attention. Oh Yeah! Since others might benefit, the estate is instructed to post this on Literotica, so at least I tried. All who read will be warned; what they do with the warning is up to them.

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Brenda's Confession:

Who am I? I've already told you my name is Brenda, but that doesn't tell you anything about me. So—let's see, I'm a Christian, a mother, a grand-mother, an aunt, a nurse, and a housewife, who was very active in community projects. Ted was the moneymaker in our family; all he touched seemed to turn to gold. I, on the other hand, worked on every 'do good' project the various ladies' organizations could dream up. I am a woman who, was considered a MILF into my sixties, right up until the 'Big C" reared its ugly head. I was a regular attendee at church, I was a woman who loved sex, and I was and still am the chief of sinners. I know at least two of you girls are unbelievers and will scoff, but what you think makes no difference; the fact remains, I am a sinner, saved by the grace of Jesus, warts and all, and He will do the same for each of you if you'll only turn to him. 

Okay, enough of the preaching, let's get on with my story. It begins back in 1956, the year a blonde bombshell, at least many boys described me like that—if the description didn't contain the words built like a BRICK SHITHOUSE—transferred to Jones Corner High and first laid eyes on the hunk who was quarterback and captain of the football team. One look at that boy, with his deep blue eyes, and his muscles developed from years of farm work, which also gave him a tan to die for, and my heart was lost. No, I don't say it was love at first sight, but for both of us it was at least lust at first sight that grew into love over the next few years.

It was during those first years of living in our own little paradise that I also met the snake that would later plague our lives. He came packaged in a body equal to Ted's; maybe even a little better in some ways, at least if you can pay attention to the talk in the girl's locker room. Andy was about the same size as Ted, but he had green eyes and blonde hair, almost the same color as mine. 

When compared to Ted there was another difference. Ted was not an outgoing personality. He was always shy, never having much to say in spite of being the big football hero. I think it had to do with his home life. Except for football, Ted's Dad kept him busy on the farm. He couldn't go on dates until he was almost eighteen. The first year after I fell for him we only spent time together at school and church. Believe me; it put a cramp in normal teenage development.

Andy, on the other hand was Mr. Smooth. He drove the hottest car, thanks to a doting father; he always seemed to know just the right things to say to any girl he was trying to impress. Add to that the fact he was the best dancer in our class, for that matter in the entire school, and all girls seemed to fall at his feet. All except me—my eyes were only on Ted and that seemed to drive Andy crazy. He almost bugged me to death before finally deciding he just as well give up it. I was Ted's girl and that was that.

Now don't get me wrong, I really liked Andy; he was loads of fun to be around—when he wasn't pestering me for a date. While Ted was working on the farm after school, Andy was one of our group, both boys and girls, who hung out at the Rexall Drug Store. We spent hours listening to the Juke Box, drinking fountain sodas and having a great time.

Finally the big day came—graduation. We were both off to college, me to the College of Charleston to study nursing while Ted went to Clemson where he hoped to become a CPA and learn enough about finance to, as he put it, "Make money work for him." We were both wildly successful, but I'm about to get ahead of my story.

Move back a few weeks to prom week. It was set for Thursday night, and as of Tuesday recess, Ted still hadn't asked me to go with him.

"Aren't you going to ask me to the prom?" It was recess and we always spent it at a picnic table that was shaded by two ancient oaks. I had decided to take the bull by the horns.

"Ummm..." His face turned a bright red. "Umm, I wanted to, but you wouldn't enjoy being with me all night. I can't dance and you know how much you love it. Why don't you just go with Andy? He's dying to go with you." Ted wouldn't even look at me. At that moment I could have slapped his father silly; why couldn't he see the restrictions he put on Ted were turning him into a social misfit? I swear, I think the only time he could act like a normal teenager was when he was around me or playing football.

"Pleeasee, Ted," I begged, trying to act as seductive as I could. "You don't have to dance; we'll just sit and talk." I rubbed my hands over his chest and nibbled on his ear. When I was just about to give it up as a lost cause, he reluctantly agreed.

We had a great time at the prom, just talking and laughing with our friends. I should say I talked and laughed, Ted mostly sat and grinned. I doubt he said a dozen words the entire night, but he did seem to enjoy the evening, up until the time Andy asked me for a dance. I could see it bothered Ted, but I really, really wanted to dance at least once, so when Ted motioned for me to accept, I followed Andy to the floor.

"You're the prettiest girl here," he whispered as he led me through a waltz. "Too bad you're stuck with the farm boy. You and I could make such beautiful music together after we get to the lake house." The class had rented a place on the lake for after Prom activities.

I won't bore you with all the details. Let's just say we danced through three slow numbers and that Andy really was like a snake in that he could seem to mesmerize a girl. Knowing Ted was sitting right there watching, I still seemed to fall under his magic. By the second number Andy was holding me entirely too close, yet I couldn't seem to help myself. When he pressed close enough that I could feel his erection, I didn't pull back. Encouraged, his hands moved down to my bottom and he ground his thing against me.

I saw Mr. Pool, one of our chaperones, headed our way to break us up. Apparently Andy didn't see him, for when I tried to back off, instead of pulling away, he kissed me. I slapped him before I thought about it. He looked completely shocked. This was probably the first time he'd ever had his face slapped. He raised his right hand to slap me back but he was too slow.

A hand as big as a small ham locked around his wrist. That's when I realized he'd been acting outrageous simply to irritate Ted. Well—maybe not just to piss Ted off, I'm sure his manhood pressing against me felt good to him; it really felt good to me too, but back in those days a girl had to keep up appearances.

"Apologize to the lady, asshole." I had never seen Ted that mad before; his face was contorted in rage and the muscles on the arm holding Andy bulged, displaying all those years of heavy farm work.

"Fuck you. I'm not doing anything she really doesn't want me to do. Besides, if you weren't such a hick she'd be dancing with you and I wouldn't have had chance to feel that cute little ass."

Andy really shouldn't have said that. Ted's right fist caught him flush on the nose, breaking it and knocking Andy flat. "Come on, big shot. Get up and show us what you got." Ted stood over him, motioning with his hands for Andy to get to his feet. I had a good look at Andy's face and I'm pretty sure he was glad Mr. Pool was there to break up the fight.

Andy didn't make it to the lake that night, nor did Ted and I. Ted knew of a great place to park and look at the moon. We had been there once before but things had advanced only to the point of heavy petting. We both knew tonight would be different. On the way out of town, we stopped at the gas station where we both used the rest room.

"Got them?" I asked when he returned to the car. He nodded his head and slipped his hand from his pocket; opening it, he showed me three round packages wrapped in gold foil. We kissed when he opened the door for me. Back in those days seatbelts were unheard of, so I slid over next to Ted and for the next ten minutes or so we drove in total silence. I was aware only of the hum of the tires, Ted's hand rubbing my inner thigh under my dress, and my thoughts of what lay ahead of me this night. One thing I was sure of; I would not enter college as a virgin.

Ted's right hand stroked my bare skin ever so lightly. I shivered and caught my breath each time he got near my panties. He continued stroking, always stopping just before touching the thin fabric, and I began to relax and enjoy the moment. 

Then the hand didn't turn back, but continued to roam over my panties, making little circular motions on my stiff pubic hair. When it first touched, I took a sudden intake of breath. I was so nervous I forgot to breathe for a few moments. It felt so good for him to rub me; I had never felt anything like it before. The times I played with myself couldn't hold a candle to the way Ted was making me feel. I wanted to work my pelvis up against his hand, but I was so stupid back then I thought nice girls didn't do that, so I just sat there, burning with desire, while Ted's hand got ever bolder.

My reserve didn't last long. Ted pulled the car up to a fishpond where we could see the moon across the water. The moon's reflection on the water really set a mood for romance. Our first kisses were just tender touches of our lips accompanied by Ted stroking my hair, touching my earlobes and sliding his fingers softly up and down my neck. As I got more turned on, his gentle kisses turned to open mouthed, passionate, tongue probing action. I was so naive I didn't dare reach for Ted's cock, as bad as I wanted to feel it. My breath was coming in gasps and I noticed Ted was breathing hard too. When his fingers moved up the inside of my thighs, they drove me crazy.

I was still sitting there all prim and proper when Ted hooked a finger under my panty's leg band and slowly rubbed my stiff curly hair. When he touched my labia, it felt like he'd dipped his finger in oil. I was too new to realize it was my body preparing itself for an intruder. So much for the reserved act; my body overrode all objections and did what comes naturally, as the old song used to go.

I locked my arms around Ted, while my tongue explored his mouth. My breath was coming in gasps and his finger continued to explore my burning core. I lifted my hips to help him slip my panties off, then lay there impatiently waiting for him to get his pants down. While he was undressing, he handed me the condom package telling me to open it.

"I never did this before." My objection sounded feeble, even to me.

"Me neither," he admitted, and then when I was fumbling with the package, trying to get the tin foil unwrapped, he took it from my hand. Things weren't much better for him either, until he used his teeth to tear into the tin foil. Spitting a section of foil on the floor, he handed me the rolled condom. "Here, I read in a book it's sexier when the girl puts it on."

Who was I to argue? If the book said that, it must be right. I took hold of his stiff shaft, it must have been about six inches long and I could barely make my fingers meet around it when I tried to stroke it a couple of times. For the first time, I realized a boy put out lubricate also. This must be what they call pre-cum, I decided.

I know you girls must be rolling on the floor by now, but I'm telling you, back at that time, neither Ted nor I knew very much about sex. We knew where babies came from and that we better wear a condom, commonly called a rubber back then, and that was about it. I repeat—we led a very sheltered life. I don't know about Ted, but my family never got around to the birds and bees talk, so the sum of my knowledge consisted of a lot of half-truths picked up from girl talk.

Believe it or not, I didn't start rolling it down his shaft backwards, so it went on fairly easy. It almost reached his curly hair when I finally got it completely unrolled. Ted checked it out by using his hand to make sure no wrinkles were in it; I don't think there was any room left for wrinkles, once he got that thing encased properly.

I stretched out on that big bench seat, remember back then cars were full sized, not the paltry little things of today, and he placed one of my legs across the seat back, then spreading the other so that my foot was on the floor, as far under the dash as he could get it, he kneeled between my outstretched legs.

Using his hand, he slid his rubber encased shaft up and down my slit. God, it felt good. I could feel my juices begin to leak. Finally he stopped rubbing on my labia and wiggled it around, finally pressing on one spot. I could feel the head trying to enter, but it was starting to hurt just a bit.

"Ready Honey?" Ted stopped pushing. "They say this is going to hurt."

"Huh uh. I'm ready." Ted shoved forward, I could feel a burning pain in my pussy, and I thought for a moment I would pass out. I swear, I don't think it could have possibly hurt Andy more when Ted's fist collided with his nose. At least, after I felt it pop through something, Ted held still for a while. Well there goes my cherry, I remember thinking. Finally the hurt lessened and even started to feel pretty good. 

When the hurt had almost gotten to the point it could be described as 'hurt so good' I gave a tentative push upward with my hips. Ted set a slow, rocking pace. As he did so, I could tell he was slipping farther and farther inside. I had started to really enjoying it when I noticed Ted was beginning to breathe very hard. I cracked my eyelids so I could see his face; it was red and grimaced up like he was in pain.

"I can't hold it!" His words were followed by his hips beginning to pound against mine and that wonderful hunk of meat between my legs was slipping in and out like a piston. "Urrrr," he grimaced and shoved himself as deep as he could and held it there. I felt his thing throb several times; then I notice it didn't feel as big as before. That shows you what a babe in the woods I was. As a 'nice girl' the mechanics of the male's cock and sex education was neither taught nor talked about in 'polite company.' I felt it slip out completely when Ted shifted his weight off me.

"Did you go Honey?"

I didn't know what he was talking about, but I said, "Yeah, I think so." As inexperienced as I was, I somehow sensed it was important to Ted to think I had 'gone', whatever that was. We may have tried to do it again before going home, but after Ted got completely off of me, we realized just how much blood was on our clothes and worse yet, on the seat of his Dad's car. Thank God the upholstery was vinyl. We straightened up as best we could before going back into town to find a service station still open. That gave us enough light and we used a couple of their cleaning cloths to clean everything good enough that Ted's Dad never mentioned it.

I slipped into the house that night without Mom, who is usually a very light sleeper, coming in my room to question me about prom night. Relieved I had made it back to my room without getting caught; I locked the door and stripped to examine myself in the mirror before taking a shower. Funny, I thought, I'm now a woman, but I don't feel any different—don't really look any different either. Then I used my hand mirror to check myself out 'down there.' My nether lips were all red and puffy, along with traces of blood. When I touched myself down there just to see how a finger would feel it stung like mad. I spent a long time in the shower that night. I guess I thought enough hot water running over my body would wipe away all sign of what I had done. I used up almost a half bar of soap scrubbing away "my guilty stains", as the preacher was so fond of saying. 

It must have worked; when I came down to breakfast next morning nobody seemed to notice 'slut' written across my forehead in bright red letters; or anything else different about me, for that matter.

Right after we finished I started cleaning the breakfast dishes. This was so unusual Mom asked what had happened to me. I swear, I was so nervous I almost blabbed the whole thing right there, 

All morning I was torn between guilt and worry. What if he doesn't call, I wondered. Maybe he figures, 'now that he has the milk, there's no need to buy the cow,' as I Grand-Dad used to say. I was a nervous wreck by noon. That's when Ted got in from the field and called to see if I would go out with him that night. Would I!

"Yes!"

"Pick you up about six. We'll grab a burger then go to the drive-in."

I walked on air the rest of the day. The sun was brighter, the air smelled fresher, and the birds sang sweeter. God was in His Heaven and I would be in Ted's arms in just a little while.

I was dressed and waiting in the porch swing by a quarter till. When Ted pulled up, I didn't wait for him to come get me; I jumped up and ran to the car. He did have time to get my door opened for me and as I slid in he leaned over enough for his lips to brush mine.

We chose a booth near the back of the Burger Palace and after the waitress brought our food we were pretty much by ourselves. As we talked, Ted kept rubbing my legs, even getting bold enough to slide his hand under my dress.

"Quit! Somebody might notice." I pushed his hand away.

"Nobody can see us back here." He shoved his hand under my dress again, all the way to home base. It felt good and I eased my legs apart just enough for him to work a finger under my panty's leg band.

"We'll never finish eating, if you keep that up."

He didn't stop and I really didn't want him to quit. His finger stroking my labia turned me on, but of course being a 'nice girl,' of that day and time, demanded I act like a 'nice girl.' "We better stop, or we'll miss the start of the movie."

"I don't care about any old movie—not when I can feel you." He continued to stroke my lips, slipping a finger inside.


Brenda's Confession



"Yes, but just think—we can only go so far here before we get caught. At the drive-in, we'll be all alone in that big car of your Dad's." That got his attention. He didn't pester me the rest of the meal, but he kept grinning and urging me to hurry.

Once parked on the very last row of the drive-in, we moved to the back seat. It was almost as big as a single bed. Back there, he took me in his arms and really did a good job of trying to seduce me. His technique was so different I asked him about it.

"Didn't do so good last night, so I skipped out of work to slip down to the county library. You'd be surprised by the books they carry under 'self helps.'

Whatever they carried, it must have been great. Ted took his sweet time, kissing first my face and neck, nibbling on my ear lobes and playing with my breast from outside my top. I could feel my heart speed up and realized I was breathing funny. I couldn't help it; I pulled his lips to mine and tried to probe his tonsils with my tongue, while he moved his hand under my top and fumbled with my bra hooks.

I was so hot my girls felt imprisoned in their cloth cages. "Hurry!" I urged, but he was still having no luck. I finally had to unhook it myself, but as soon as the girls broke free, his lips covered my right nipple while his thumb and forefinger teased the left one. I moaned as I held his body tightly to mine. With each passing moment I felt like I just had to have him. 

His hand rested on my knee for a second before starting its way up my inner thigh. Forgetting all about the 'good girl' routine, I moved my knees wide enough to give him better access. My hips began to undulate when his fingers entered me and teased my clit. I lifted my bottom so he could remove my panties. Then without too much fumbling, I unbuckled his belt and helped him get out of his pants and shorts. This time I got into position, one leg propped over the back of the seat and the other spread so wide my foot was under the front seat, while Ted took care of the condom. 

I was still a little sore and it hurt some when he first entered, but it felt a lot better in just a few moments. Soon we were working away with his shaft pulling almost out then sinking back in ever so slowly. Before long the go slow thing started getting to me. When he'd start a down-stroke, my body seemed to react on its own and rise to meet him. 

"Come on, Baby." I urged him to speed up and he complied by driving into me so fast I couldn't keep up. 

"Oooohhhh, god. I can't hold it any longer." He drove into me one last time and I could feel his shaft pumping as he filled the rubber. At least I was hoping he was filling the rubber. As that was happening I got a funny feeling too; a sort of relaxing of my muscles. I assumed that's what they meant when my girlfriends talked about having a climax. It wasn't until my last year in college that I found out just what a real climax was.

"Yes," I answered in response to his question of, "Did you go?" We went through that same routine several times a week until we both left for college. 

Remember girls, the only reason I'm telling you this is to let you know that you shouldn't let a few mistakes ruin your life. If you sow wild oats, and I'm pretty sure you girls have sown your share, it doesn't mean all is lost. I think you'll agree that your father and I have straightened our life up and for the last twenty or so years our life has been beyond reproach. I have no fear of my future. When you girls reach this time of life, I hope you'll feel the same.

Anyway, back to my story. I'm sure you're wondering just how this old lady found out about real climaxes. Well, with Ted in the upstate and me down on the coast, we only got together at Christmas and on summer vacation. During these times we probably had rabbits staring at us in amazement, but it was mostly more of the same. The more we screwed, the longer we could last, but apparently Ted hadn't went with any girls at school, for he surely didn't learn any new tricks and for the first three years I remained 'true' to Ted, so I couldn't help bring more spice into our lives.

All that changed in my senior year. That's the year I got tired of living on campus, and along with several other students, I started searching for a place off campus. We found the perfect old house. It was big enough for six bedrooms, and close enough we could walk to school; we all fell in love with it.

There was only one fly in the ointment; there were only five of us girls and we desperately needed one more roommate, and we had to find one quickly since the landlord had another group wanting it too. I definitely didn't want to spend my last year living on campus, so when one of the girls phoned that she found someone, but it was a man, I didn't bat an eye. After all, we each had a room—what could go wrong with that?

I got my first hint of what might go wrong when two of our roommates, who moved in a day before we did, started gushing about the hunk we would be living with. Since me and the guy were the last to get in on the deal, we got the two rooms in what used to be the old kitchen. This was one of those houses originally built in the eighteen hundreds; it had the kitchen separated from the rest of the house by a breezeway. Of course the breezeway had been glassed in to make a sort of a den, when the owner decided to rent it to students. The bedrooms he'd created in the old kitchen space were supper nice, but we were definitely isolated from the others.

I had just finished putting away my stuff and was opening the door when I heard a voice from my past. It was coming from the room next to mine. I stepped outside and saw the door was open, so I knocked and walked in.

"Andy! What are you doing here? I thought you were at Carolina." He looked just as surprised as I was.

"Brenda! This is a surprise. When I was told all my roommates were girls I never dreamed one of them would be you. Sit down—let's talk. It's been a long time." He started clearing a chair for me.

"Maybe we better sit outside in the den area. I'm still going with Ted, you know."

"Yeah, I remember." He touched his nose. "It cost a pretty penny to get this thing fixed, but I guess I was asking for it."

"I never expected to hear those words out of your mouth. What brought on the change?"

"Maturity, I guess. I started thinking about you and the way I acted—sure I wanted to date you, but I knew you and Ted were a thing and I just couldn't stand not getting my way. I guess I was just a spoiled brat, Brenda. I thought I was better than our classmates because my parents had money."

"And what caused you to change?"

"Maturity." He gave me a sly grin. "Well that and the fact Dad cut off the money and took my wheels back. He said he was sorry he'd raised such a snotty nosed son. He said I had to learn to live like the common folks. Once I started living within his new standards, I realized how the other side lived. I didn't like it at first but it began to wear in. Now I'm glad Dad made me grow up like that."

This was a side of Andy I never knew existed. The other girls were always busy with one program or another and it seemed Andy and I was alone at the house many nights. That's how it all started.

One night, when just the two of us had stayed in so we could watch the Carolina football game on TV, Andy came out of his room wearing a very loose fitting pair of shorts and a tank top. Oh yes, I almost forgot; he had cheese, a bottle of wine and two glasses. The game started, he poured the wine and we sipped on it as we munched cheese and watched Carolina getting beat by Georgia. We were sitting on the sofa and each time Andy refilled our glasses he seemed to slip closer to me. By the middle of the second quarter we were getting cozy.

"Hummm, that feels good." I murmured when he slipped his hand inside my top and under my bra. We continued that position for a while—him massaging my breast and me getting hornier and hornier. Finally I leaned forward. "Unsnap it, so you can do it right." We took things a step further. I lifted my arms over my head for him to remove my top. I shuddered when he unsnapped my bra and tossed it aside. He captured my nipple with his lips and I lost all interest in the ball game after that. 

He continued to tease both nipples while trying to finish stripping me. I lifted my butt so he could pull my shorts and panties down, leaving me completely naked.

"Your turn," I said, unbuckling his belt and pulling at the zipper. Until this point I hadn't felt the present I was unwrapping; now I was pleasantly surprised. Andy was as well-endowed as the girls back in gym class had tittered about. Andy was also a very accomplished lover. He took his time, kissing and teasing every square inch of my body, including the bottom of my feet. That night I discovered erogenous zones I didn't know I had.

"Fuck me, fuck me now!" I had watched a few adult movies and was pretending I was one of the actresses. Finally I could stand it no longer and tried to get him to mount me, but he wasn't ready yet.

"Patience little one—we'll get there." He slipped a finger inside me for the first time. It rubbed on the most wonderful place! I couldn't help pushing against his finger and he seemed to like that. Another finger joined the first and I felt my inside muscles clamp and release his fingers while my body tried to get them deeper.

He knelt between my spread legs; I could see the crown of his thick thing extending beyond his hand, which was wrapped around it, guiding it toward my burning core. I felt it touch my labia and then he worked the crown against my lips. Finally, getting it to the right spot, he pushed and I felt it slip inside. I had never felt as full as I did at that moment. He had barely begun to find a rhythm of stroking in and out when I discovered what Ted had meant when he asked if I had 'went.' The strangest feeling started down in my toes and seemed to radiate up through the rest of my body before exploding out of the top of my head.

I completely relaxed and was ready to quit, however Andy was having none of that. He just continued long and slow strokes and much to my surprise I found my body answering his, except this time it felt even better. Once more I climaxed and still Andy kept the same stabbing pace, but sometimes the strokes became short and quick before returning to the long agonizing slow strokes that seemed to pull my body after him on every withdrawal.

"Oh, shit! I can't hold it any longer!" He flew into a frenzy of short quick jabs into my writhing body, then, just as I was cumming again, he jammed it as far inside as he could, his hips locked against me and I could feel him pumping the condom full before I passed out. The sun was peeking over the horizon when we finally opened our eyes and retreated to our rooms, where we prepared to greet the new day.

That was without a doubt the best sex of my life, up to that time. I know this sounds strange; I still loved Ted and I wanted to spend my life with him, but he could never make me feel like Andy did. Andy truly was God's gift to women, and that was the problem. Andy was God's gift to all women and he made sure to see they all got their share. 

I really should have seen through Andy when he took me to a party, got me all hot and bothered, and then left me alone with his friend, who also had a reputation around campus. Once again the drinks were just right, all the stars were aligned and I was out of my mind horny. I had my third, and maybe my fourth, man that night, and I found out I liked it. From that time until graduation I started staying at school to party instead of going home on most weekends.

That caused problems with Ted, since I has been his one and only, therefore when a friend he'd just met, Bennie Chuffio, asked Ted to double date, he accepted. Ted told me later, that the girl was sex on wheels, and since he hadn't had me in over a month, he took her for a trial run. Ted said nothing was the same since then. 

Ted and Bennie became best friends; Bennie would drag Ted along on every occasion, all the while pulling Ted more and more out of his shell, and turning him into 'man about campus'. In return Ted brought Bennie along with him on the weekends at home and during that time Ted showed Bennie how to hunt and fish. Ted told me later that Bennie was the brother he never had. Bennie was 'Best Man' at our wedding. After he went home to New Jersey, he and Ted stayed in touch. Even after we were married, Bennie came down about once a year for a fishing trip. He had fallen in love with the fishing on Lake Marion.

Finally Bennie started missing years and when I asked Ted about it, he confessed that Bennie Chuffio's father was the head of a major crime family, and was insisting Bennie start preparing to take over, the family business. After the senior Chuffio died Bennie stopped the fishing trips altogether.

From this point I'm going to jump ahead a few years in my story. Both Ted and I finished college and returned home and started getting back together just like before. I was surprised to find out I really didn't miss going out with other guys, probably because Ted had learned a lot about pleasing a woman and to tell the truth, he was all the man I could handle.

I got a nursing job at MUSC while Ted started in a lower management position at a new bank that was just starting up. We dated a few months and decided we couldn't live without each other, so we got married. Instead of trying to build a house as so many couples of our time did, we simply rented a large apartment in an old house. I loved my job but Ted was miserable—so miserable that he spent as much time as he could doing what he really enjoyed, working on the farm where his family raised hogs by the hundreds. Ted had big dreams about raising fewer animals, but raising pigs suitable for medical research. It had to remain a dream since his father wouldn't hear of it.

Less than two years after our marriage both disaster and unbelievable good luck struck. Ted's parents got killed on US-78 just outside of Summerville. A large sheet of steel came off of the flatbed rig just as they were meeting it. The steel came through the windshield, killing them both instantly. The insurance settlement could only be described as obscene.

Things had barely settled down after the trial, we hadn't received he first check from the insurance company, when a major car company decided the perfect place to build their new plant was right in the middle of our recently inherited farm. Ted really didn't want to give up a place he loved so much and the car company really wanted it, so they struck a deal. We would keep the house spot and a hundred acres of land. For the other four hundred acres Ted received a lot of money—he was prohibited from disclosing the amount; but I can tell you this, after taxes we were still richer than the Beverly Hillbillies of TV fame.

After that followed two years of travels and goofing off in general. Then we made an amazing discovery; being rich bored us. After much discussion we decided we liked our old life better so we came back home and started our family. I stayed home raising you girls while Ted realized his dream of growing hogs for medical research. If you girls know your father, you know when he commits to something he's in it all the way. We could have hired a vet to take care of all the special requirements demanded for research pigs, but Ted wouldn't hear of it. 

He bought a plane, so he could commute to Georgia while he obtained his veterinarian's license. Remember how you girls used to complain about him missing so many of your school functions because he was either at the University of Georgia, or studying every night so he could be ready for his next class session? Come to think of it, I guess Ted picked the right school—he's certainly a bulldog when he sets his mind on something.

Anyway, at forty nine years of age I found myself battling 'Empty Nest Syndrome.' Ted had no problem; he was busy with his farm projects as usual, so he hardly noticed you were gone. But me—I almost went crazy. Someplace along the line sex started to taking a back seat to Ted's love of farming, and I found out there's just so much you can do in a house! After being bored to death and reading romance books all day, I'd be horny when Ted got home. He, on the other hand, was tired, dirty and only wanted to shower, eat and collapse on the sofa while watching CBS News.

You wouldn't believe the things I did trying to get a rise out of that man. Sometimes I was successful, but not nearly often enough. I remember one special night just like it was yesterday.

Ted had settled down on the sofa as always and I came into the room dressed in my sexiest teddy. It was a sheer white lacy thing—so sheer you could see my bush through the material. A hairy bush would always turn Ted on, if anything would. I knelt between his knees and fished his shaft out of his pants.

"Wait," he said, when my tongue circled his crown. "Let's do it right." With that, he peeled his clothes off, then sat back down; he was buck naked with his cock sticking off like he was a young man again. I kissed up one side and down the other, before licking around the crown; he especially liked when my tongue worked between his rolled back foreskin and the flare of his crown. He moaned when I got a few inches completely in my mouth while I played with his sac and the rest of his shaft with my free hand.

I could feel his shaft swell before it began to pulse, shooting rope after rope of goo in my mouth. I don't really like it, but I managed to swallow it all.

"Your turn," I said, lying back and spreading my legs.

"You got it." I loved the way Ted's breath tickled when he teased the hair with the back of his fingers while blowing gently on my labia. He settled to his task with relish; his tongue snaked along the outer edges of my nether lips before dipping inside. I screamed when it found my clit.

"Hey! You gotta let me breathe." I didn't realize I was trying to pull his tongue deeper until he pulled away. As soon as he took a breath his magic tongue continued its work and I soon felt that old familiar tingle building and it continued until it seemed to explode out the top of my head leaving me a quaking mass of satisfied flesh.

We cuddled, for what seemed like hours, waiting for Ted to get it up. We both finally fell asleep with me lying partly on his chest while my hand was still wrapped around his flaccid manhood. When we awoke, I wanted to do it doggy style, but Ted was still limp as a noodle

For some reason his failure to finish the job seemed to really bother Ted—like he thought it made him less of a man or something. In coming days, regardless of how many times I tried to reassure him that I didn't mind, that I understood and that it happened to every man from time to time, he just worried more and more about it. Of course, the more he worried the worse the problem got. At first he used his tongue to give me fantastic organisms and I could usually get him off orally.

Finally he got to the point he seemed to lose almost all interest in sex, throwing himself whole heartedly into the farm. He became a major player in the Farmer's Co-op and its efforts to raise a better pork product. It seemed every few weeks two or three extra trucks parked over by the hanger while he, and a couple other farmers from the area, flew around the country to attend some meeting or convention. 

I got left behind with nothing to do but go nuts so I took a few refresher courses and got a job at The Regional Hospital, the only hospital within forty miles. I loved my work; it somehow gave meaning to my life again. The hours were long and sometimes we nurses would slip into one of the special rooms designated for our use so we wouldn't have to make a long drive home while we were dog tired. Many times, especially if Ted was on one of his many trips, I'd grab a few hours of sleep instead of driving home simply to turn right around and come back for next shift. More than once I would have to excuse myself after pushing the door open only to find one of the beds occupied by a couple making love.




Brenda's Confession



I must admit after opening the door to find one of our sexiest doctors performing a delicate operation on one of the younger nurses, I started to let my thoughts about sex wander. That night both surgeon and patient were so intent on the job at hand they didn't hear me open the door. I know I should have closed the door and left the love birds to their pleasure, but it had been a long time since I'd been satisfied and I was horny, so I stood in the door and watched.

The doctor was on his back while the nurse straddled his hips and rode him like a cowgirl. Their feet were toward me, so I had a perfect view of something the size of a salami stick filling a shaved cunt. She would lift up until I thought surely the thing would fall out, and then she'd slam her hips back down until her puffy cunt was meshed against his body.

During the entire time I watched, they both kept up a constant flow of dirty talk and moans. Finally with a final, "Oh god that's good," she slammed her hips against his and just rotated them while he pushed his pelvis up and held it locked there as she finished. I could see sperm leaking down his shaft as I quietly closed the door and walked away.

It was at that time the snake, I mentioned earlier, struck. Except at that time Andy didn't look or act like a snake to me. He had his MBA and was one of the senior administrators at the hospital; in fact he'd helped me get the position I now held and had always been very considerate of my feelings and requests.

"Are you okay, Brenda?" Andy sounded both concerned and puzzled. "You face is flushed."

"Ummm..." I didn't quite know what to say. I didn't want to admit I'd actually watched two of our cohorts getting it on and yet I couldn't resist glancing back at the door I'd just closed. Andy picked up on my quandary immediately.

"Oh—yeah!" His gaze turned to the bunkroom then back to me. "Caught em, huh? You know—that room can come in awful handy." His hand reached to adjust a tendril of loose hair hanging in my forehead. Having put it back in place, his fingers continued their way across my cheek and down my neck, treating my very sensitive ear lobe to a feathery touch on the way. 

Andy knew all my buttons, thanks to our dalliance in college. He knew just how much a light touch around my ears could light my fire, and he took full advantage of my weakness. Apparently the stars had aligned against me that evening. The couple in the bunkroom chose that exact instant to evacuate the premises.

"Good evening, Sir—Ms. Brenda," the nurse said with a cheeky grin. "It's all yours." With a giggle they pushed past us and disappeared down the hall.

I still don't know why I did what I did. I guess I'd just gone too long without a proper loving, or maybe I really was a dirty old woman and watching those two enjoying each other so much just turned me on, or maybe the devil made me do it. Whatever the reason, Andy took my hand in his and started walking and I followed along, wondering where we were going. I soon found out.

"We won't be bothered in here," he said, opening the door to his office. He flipped the lock on, closed the privacy blinds, and we were shut off from the world. He turned to me, slipped his right arm around my waist while his left hand cradled my head, pulling it closer to his face. I saw his eyes close and his lips moving toward my own and since I closed my eyes and leaned into him that was the last thing I saw for a while.

The first touch of our lips was light and tentative. Perhaps shy is a better word—like we were teenage lovers who were about to explore each other's bodies for the first time. He tightened his arm around my waist, pulling me tightly against him. 

"Hummm..." I realized it was me moaning and that both my arms had found their way around his neck and I could feel his desire pressing against my lower stomach. Our once tender kisses became more insistent, more demanding, as his tongue probed my lips, demanding entry. My very soul was on fire; the sexual desire that had been building for so long fueled the raging fire. My lips parted to admit his seeking tongue.

Hanging on to each other for dear life, we tongue wrestled while grinding our pelvises together. I could feel his rigid shaft poking my stomach just above my pubic hair and it felt good; but it felt better when Andy pushed his shaft lower—closer to my labia. I could feel myself getting damp—or at least I thought I could. I was wild with desire, wilder than I'd been in a long, long while.

After what seemed like ages, although I'm sure it was only minutes; Andy caught me up in his arms like I was only a child and deposited me on his sofa. How handy, I thought, I wonder how often he makes use of this thing. I lay there, looking up at him skinning out of his clothes like a snake. This sofa is almost as nice as a bed, I thought, as I shifted around making myself comfortable. In two shakes of a dog's tail, as my Grandmother used to say, he was standing over me, buck naked with his thick cock sticking out like a unicorn's horn, its mushroom head as big and purple as a large plum.

He lowered his lips to my nipple and while they tugged on one, his hand constantly massaged the other, taking time every now and then to tease that nipple between thumb and forefinger. With each passing moment I could feel my passion building until it was an all-consuming fire.

"I need you now," I moaned, trying to pull him atop me. I put one leg over the sofa's back cushions while spreading the other as wide as possible. He moved down to kneel between them, then took the leg that wasn't over the cushion's back and placed it over his shoulder. I was ready for some action when he finally guided his cock's head to my labia. It felt so good pressing against my lips. I wanted it all the way in, filling my burning core, but still Andy kept teasing.

"Tell me what you want," he said, rubbing up and down my inner lips, just barely touching my clit and driving me wild.

"You—I want you and this big boy in here." I caught his shaft, deftly aligning it with my slick entrance and pushed my hips upward. I could feel the head hang for just a second at my entrance and then, when Andy drove down hard, it slipped all the way in. We lay there for a moment after our pubic hairs meshed, enjoying the feeling, before finally starting the slow rocking motion destined to end in a mind shattering orgasm for me.

"Sorry. It felt so good I just couldn't hold out for you to get yours." I thought we were finished and started trying to get up. With Ted it was almost always one and done. Then I realized he was still hard and while he had stopped moving for a while, he was still firmly embedded.

"Catch your breath, Honey," he said, "we're not finished yet." He waited a little longer then began the slow rocking motion again. I had thought I was satisfied, but with that club he called a cock rubbing just the right spot, my fire flickered to life again. His routine of pumping into me for a few strokes, leaning down for a deep kiss or two before his lips found my boob, only to kiss it all over before tugging on the nipple until it stood out like a solider on parade, then starting the entire journey all over again, soon had my passion raging. 

This time I locked both legs around his hips and pulled him into me while he had both feet on the sofa's armrest, using it as a brace to really drive his shaft as hard as he could. With each jab it felt like he bottomed out. At first it hurt a little, but that feeling soon disappeared only to be replaced by one of pure pleasure. I tried to match him stroke for stroke and all too quickly I was moaning and urging him to "fuck me harder." When my body began to shudder; all I could do was lock my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I held on as tightly as I could, while he continued pounding his meat into me. Finally I felt it begin to throb, pumping shot after shot of hot jism against my cervix.

Finally we both caught our breath again and Andy moved off of me. Reaching for a box of tissue, he handed them to me. "That was just as good as I remember from the old days," he said as he stood. His once rigid member was now hanging loose, less than half as long and not nearly as thick as it had been when we first started. "Take your time, I'll just get on out of here and cover for us."

I waited until he dressed and was out the door before I sat up and swung my legs onto the floor. As I did, I felt his cum draining out of me. Handful after handful of tissue was needed before I had most of the white, sticky residue cleaned up. As I sat there looking at my puffy labia, my conscience started nagging me. For the first time since our marriage, I'd committed adultery; I'd actually cheated on Ted. As I dressed I expected God to strike me down any time. What will Ted say—will he know? Will he be able to see I've done something bad just by looking at me?

I know this may sound funny and maybe stupid to you girls, if you haven't done something similar yet, but I did some heavy praying before I left the scene of my indiscretion. When I finally felt I was presentable I went back to my hall, hoping nothing had happened while I was away, while at the same time wondering how that nurse could look so unconcerned, when she and the doctor had just done the very same thing I was mentally flagellating myself for doing.

I was lucky, the other nurse, my friend and neighbor Ruth, greeted me with a big grin and assured me she had been able to take care of everything while I got my 'pipes cleaned', as she put it.

"How was it?" she asked, when she and I were alone in the nurses station.

"How was what?"

"Don't play coy with me, Brenda. You and I have been neighbors all these years, our husbands share a love of farming, and our families have worked and played together; don't you think I can read you like a book? Honey, I'm your best friend, we share everything, remember? Don't you think I can tell when something is bothering you? In fact, I'll bet I can tell you just what your problem is."

"God, I hope not. I hope I'm not that easy to read. If I am, Ted's going to kill me."

"Relax, Brenda. I said I could tell. Ted's a man; he won't have a clue that Andy just introduced you to his famous office couch."

"How—how do you know? Did you come by and hear us?"

"Honey, every woman in this hospital knows about that couch, most of them from hearing girl talk, but more than a few have had their anxieties relieved by Andy himself." She touched me playfully on the shoulder. "In fact I get a little relief, from the stress of being married to a farmer, three or four times a week myself."

"What? Surely you're joking. You're screwing around on George? Why?"

"Probably the same reason you're screwing around on Ted; our husbands are so wrapped up in their farming, they either don't have the time or the desire to take care of their homework." She grinned and in a mock whisper said, "That Andy really knows how to make a woman feel appreciated, doesn't he?"

"That he does!" I figured I just as well talk about it; maybe that would help me hide my indiscretion from Ted. "Ruth, don't you dare mention this to anyone, but Andy and I had a fling back in college. I know it doesn't seem possible, but I swear I think he's bigger now than he was back then—and Lord did he make me feel things I never dreamed of back then! That man is a sex god."

"I know, I've been worshiping at his alter for three years now."

"No! That long? And George hasn't caught on?"

"Of course not. If he had any idea Andy was ploughing in his field, he'd have killed him."

Ruth had to answer a room call, giving me time to think about what she'd said. If she's screwing Andy, I wonder how many others are too. Damn! He rode me bareback—if he's doing that with others, what's to keep us from catching HIV? Maybe it's just the two of us. I was still worrying about it when Ruth returned.

"Do you know if Andy's doing anybody besides you and me?"

Ruth looked at me like I had two heads. "Are you kidding? That man would screw a snake if he could get someone to hold its head. I know for a fact he's keeping up me and that little nurse Jenny, and now you—that makes three of us.

"Not little Jenny! She doesn't weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet." I couldn't believe my ears. "You must be wrong—Andy's cock couldn't possibly fit into her; it'd tear her apart."

Ruth laughed. "Be that as it may, I know she's doing him. In fact when I stepped down to the pharmacy a second ago I saw her and Andy going toward his office. I'd say she's about to become his second helping of the night."

"I don't believe you." Ruth loved to pull jokes on the nurses and I wasn't sure this wasn't one of those times. After the fucking we just had, how could any man be ready for more so quickly?

"You want me to prove it to you?" Ruth reached for her cell phone. "I'll see if I can arrange just that." I could hear only her side of the conversation but it went something like this: "Got something hot on tap, Boss?" A pause ensued, and then I heard, "Look, I have a hot new prospect for your harem but she needs convincing how good you are. Why don't you leave the door unlocked so we can take a peek? We'll be like flies on the wall, and once this gal sees what you have she'll just have to try you." There was another pause while she listened and then, "Right, we'll give you five minutes."

"Cover for us a few," she said to the nursing assistant who had just walked up. To me she said, "Show time," and led the way.

"Wait a minute—you mean we're just going to walk right in and watch? Yuck! And what makes you think Jenny is going to let him continue when we get in the office?"

"She's not going to know since we are going to sneak in like a little mouse and besides, how many times did you look at the door when he had you on that couch? If you remember, your feet were toward the door, so as long as we just stand in the door she'll never know we are around."

Wow! I was beginning to think Ruth was a voyeur at heart.

Ruth pushed open Andy's office door just enough to peek inside then making a quiet sign by putting her finger over her lips, she opened it wide enough for me to see also. I almost gasped at the scene greeting me; both of them were completely naked. Jenny was bending over the sofa's armrest with her legs spread wide, putting her shaved labia on full display for us. Andy was stroking that monster cock and moving toward her. The sofa was at a perfect angle to the door for us to see the entire action.

Andy apparently had already been using his tongue or finger on her, for her lips were gapped slightly and I could see the moisture glistening on her pink insides. I still didn't believe she could take him, but he spit in his hand, rubbed it over the mushroom like head and used the fingers of both hands to pull her lips wide while poking his rigid cock at its target. Not having a hand free to guide it, he missed the first two jabs, but the third landed right on target. I could see it push against her pink opening and then it sank just a little. Andy devoted one hand to helping it penetrate. That helped a lot and I could plainly see the entire head disappear inside her.

"Oh my god, that's soooo gooood," she moaned as she shoved back against him and at least a few inches penetrated deeper. Andy pulled his shaft back and it looked like her insides were being pulled back with it. He shoved back inside again, and she screamed, "Yes, give me more." I couldn't believe my ears, that little body was taking his cock and begging for more. Andy was willing to accommodate. Grasping her hips firmly and holding them tightly to prevent her from moving forward, he gave a mighty thrust and his engine disappeared completely. He actually had the entire thing buried in her and she seemed to love it. He held it there, allowing her to adjust to the invader. Then he started withdrawing until only the head was hidden from view before ramming it back to the hilt. 

Fascinated, we were unable to leave the scene before our very eyes. Time and again he pulled back until it looked like it would surely fall out, but just before it did he would shove back in to meet her backward thrust.

Suddenly the pace changed. No longer was he using long strokes, instead his hips were pumping as fast as he could, his breathing sounded like a bull's when being challenged for the favors of a cow in heat, and Jenny was emanating one long groan that sounded like she was saying his name over and over. All this built up to the grand finale where he simply locked his hips against her butts and ground into her before finally collapsing to one side and laying over the sofa's back.

We must have been a strange sight; Andy was lying across the sofa with his hairy balls hanging alongside his now limp cock, while Jenny spread over the armrest, with her pussy gapping open while streams of white flowed out of her slit and onto the chair. Meanwhile Ruth and I had our hands inside our scrub pants fingering ourselves. Ruth pulled me back and quietly closed the door. I felt like my knees wouldn't hold out as we started back to our floor and Ruth looked to be just as bad.

"Oooooo Weeee! I never did that before," Ruth swiped the back of her hand across her forehead. "Still think you'll be able to resist Andy the next time he leads you to the office?"

"You better believe it; I gave in to temptation once and seem to have gotten away with it. There's no way I'm going to take a chance at hurting the man I love and ruining my marriage. Nope—not going to do it. I'll quit my job first." Even as I was saying the words, my heart, or maybe it was something a little lower, that was screaming, "Liar!"

Ruth just laughed. "Methinks thou doth protest too much. Back when we were young my first lover uttered these words of wisdom. He said that he could always go as far with a girl as he did the last time. Know what? He knew what he was talking about; it worked every time with me."

For two more nights I managed to stick to my guns even though Ted had neglected his homework something awful. Sure, we had tried, but a virus had been spreading among the pigs and Ted just couldn't seem to concentrate on making love. We went through the motions and I did achieve an orgasm—sort of—but something was lacking.

On the third day, I left for the night shift with an itch between my legs; an itch that was in desperate need of a scratching. Ruth and I were still on the same shift and she picked up on my restlessness.

"How goes it at home?" She didn't look up from getting the eight pm meds ready to distribute.

"Fine," I lied. "Couldn't be better."

"Oh? That why you're prancing around like a cat on a hot tin roof?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You! That's what I'm talking about. You can't sit down and you can't just stand around. You keep glancing down the hall like you're expecting somebody and I know exactly who you're hoping to see. I'm in that same boat, remember—once a woman has a lover like Andy, it's awful hard to be satisfied with anything less."

I hurried away to take care of my duties. I could feel a tear trickle down my cheek. I knew she was right but couldn't bring myself to admit it. I had never felt as satisfied as I had the other night with Andy; not even when we were back in college. I was torn between my love for Ted and my lust for Andy. The battle in my mind continued until well after midnight. Several times I started downstairs, planning to check if Andy was in his office, but every time I turned back. My love was winning out over my lust and I was gaining confidence in my ability to resist Andy.

Yep, I had everything under control—until the PA system announced I was wanted in Administration. My heart started racing, I could feel myself blush, my legs felt weak; decision time was here. Was I going to stand by my resolve not to cheat on Ted again, or was I going to follow my desires and satisfy that burning in my loins? I looked at Ruth; she was grinning back at me.




Brenda's Confession



"Oh la la, show time," she said. "Lucky girl. I would love to take your place, if you want to say no to Andy."

I was still unsure, but I arose from my chair and started downstairs.

"Hey, better stop by the restroom and straighten your hair," Ruth yelled after me.

It only took a few moments to follow her advice and all too quickly I found myself standing outside the door to Andy's office. Okay, you can do this, I thought. You really love Ted and you know it, so just march in there and flat out tell him it's over. What can he do, fire you? So what, we have more money than we'll ever need in two lifetimes. Yep—all you gotta do is say "No!" That's all; it's just one simple little word.

My courage built up I firmly grasped the door knob, turned it and stepped inside, determined to put an end to this thing. As soon as I was in the office Andy grabbed me, pulling me tightly against his hard body while kicking the door shut. I didn't get the chance to say no. His lips were on mine, his probing tongue was trying to enter my mouth, and his aftershave's scent filled my nostrils sending an urgent message to my vagina, telling it to prepare to take on boarders, while his rigid cock pressed against my mound. With only two thin layers of material between cock and cunt, the flame of passion that had been smoldering since I left home, leaped higher. 

I went into sensory overload. I forgot all about Ted and my resolve not to fall under Andy's spell again. Shedding our clothes, we embraced. Standing bare belly to bare belly, I locked my arms around his neck, stuck my tongue halfway down his throat and desperately pressed my mound against his shaft.

We tried in vain to make it hit the right spot without using our hands. His cock banged all around the target, even came close a few times, but since close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, we changed tactics.

Andy took charge; he spun me around, then bending me over the sofa's armrest, he used his feet to nudge my legs wider. When he reached around and cupped both hands over my breasts, I could feel his cock pushing against my bottom. Sometimes it hit completely on one side or the other, sometimes it hit in the hair but wasn't aligned properly for entry. God it felt good. He must have thought so too, for he was panting like he's just run a hundred yard dash.

About that time a funny thought struck me. Shit, this is the same position he had Jenny in the other week. I saw how it looked then; I guess I'll find out how it feels... My thought was interrupted when Andy's probing cock finally hit the right spot and pushed into my burning core. It felt wonderful and I pushed back, making it slip in farther. Strange, I thought, it doesn't hurt as much as it did last time.

With a couple more shoves he had himself buried to the hilt. I could feel his pubic hair against my butt. My clit was more predominate than most women's, at least that what my Ob/Gyn told me, and his swinging sac would bang against it. The sensation was one of exquisite pleasure. He started long stroking me and I matched him stroke for stroke. As our passion built he started using short, fast strokes and I could only wiggle and press back against him. Just when I thought I'd explode if he didn't cum soon, I heard him make a strange noise, and then he pulled me against him so hard it actually hurt and held it there. Then the explosion came; a tingle that had begun in my toes multiplied exponentially until it blasted out my scalp, leaving me as limp as a rag doll.

Once again he hurriedly dressed and left, leaving me feeling like a dog now that the sexual edge had rubbed off. As I dressed I called myself every name in the book starting at fool and getting to faithless whore and continuing. The man didn't care for me—not really, and yet he had some strange hold over me. It was like the way a snake can charm its victim; one look from him and my loins catch afire, I had to have him inside me, yet as soon as he pumps me full of cum I feel like a fool.

"What the crap's wrong with you? You should be walking on air and here you are, looking like you lost your last best cock." Ruth had obviously waiting for my return, no doubt so she could hear every salacious detail. 'Don't tell me he wanted you for legitimate business."

"Nooo he wanted what you think he wanted alright—I just don't know, Ruth; I can't go on like this—Ted's bound to get suspicious and if he ever found out, I don't know what he might do. I've got to quit this job and stay away from Andy."

"Don't do that Honey. Ted doesn't seem like the excitable kind to me; you'd be able to handle him. Besides, what can it hurt for you to let Andy satisfy you once in a while? Just think about how much you'd miss feeling that thing stretching you to the limit every few days."

"Huh, you don't really know Ted. On prom night, he coldcocked Andy just for making an out-of-the-way remark about me. If he thought Andy was screwing me..."

"Anyway, Hun, don't do anything hasty. I wouldn't want George to find out I was screwing Andy, but I sure wouldn't want to give up either this cushy job or the fringe benefits. Promise me you'll at least think about not quitting—I love sharing this night shift with you. We make a great team."

I did promise to think about it and the end result was my staying on the job for three more months. Twice a week, like clockwork, I paid a visit to the office where each time I experienced sex that seemed to get better and better. For one thing I had stretched to fit Andy so there was no initial discomfort. Nothing but pure pleasure with Andy and I really didn't see any difference in sex with Ted—of course we didn't do it that much, but when we did, it was just like always.

Just like always to me, that is. Apparently Ted must have noticed something wrong for he started asking a lot of questions and I noticed him watching me when he thought I wasn't looking. I couldn't chance it any longer. I loved Ted and it would kill him if he was to catch us. I decided then and there to quit my job and I didn't even go in to tell them. I simply called the PR Dept. and after that I broke the news to Ruth. She took it hard, but said she understood.

As for me, it seemed a load had been lifted from my shoulders. I caught up on all the housecleaning I'd been putting off, spent enough time in my garden to make it looked cared for again and always had a hot meal and a hot wife waiting for Ted, any time he wanted to take advantage of them. Life was good.

Life was good at home—not so much so at the hospital, not according to Ruth. It seemed the Board had decided Andy was working too many night shifts and insisted he work days. Of course that ended the late night sessions for Ruth, Jenny, and whoever else he had been servicing. 

"Gosh, Ruth, that's awful for you; I know just how hooked you were on the man. What are you doing to cope?"

"It's tough, Honey," she confided. "Some evenings, we manage to meet at his place before my shift starts. Since he can always manage to come up with some excuse to get out of the office for a few hours, Andy stops by here when I know George won't be home. That's when we really have a great time; there's something about screwing me in George's bed that seems to inspire Andy to carry me to even greater heights." Just before we hung up she uttered the words that made me nervous, "Andy was asking about you the other day, he wondered if Ted was going to the convention with George."

I was shaking as I pressed the off button. My God, no! Please don't let Ted leave me alone just now. Maybe I'd get lucky and Ted would skip his precious pig growing conference. I had no such luck, at lunch Ted informed me that first thing in the morning he and George would be flying to Iowa in his private plane.

"Don't bother to fix me breakfast, Honey. I want to lift off no later than five o'clock so we can at least catch part of the opening lectures."

Oh my God, I thought, four days without Ted around and Andy is sure to know. Ruth couldn't keep it a secret even if she wanted to and I really don't think she wants to. I think she enjoys having me in the same mess she's in.

Once again I steeled myself to not let Andy touch me, and once again I was sure I had my emotions under control. After all, I was a grown woman. Not some teenager with hot pants who couldn't say no to a man. Having settled in my mind just how I was going to tell Andy off if he showed his face around here, I finished my lonely breakfast and headed to the garden. I wanted to finish weeding before it got too hot. Always in the back of my mind was the realization that Ted hadn't touched me sexually for over a week.

By mid-morning the gnats were beginning to drive me crazy, my clothes were soaked with sweat, and I was ready to call it a day. I was pretty filthy, so since no one else was in the house, I left all my clothes in the mud-room and after stopping by the refrigerator for as glass of cold water, I went to take my shower. The cool water was refreshing and I just splurged, standing under the stinging spray and singing the old Kitty Wells' song, "It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels," to the top of my lungs.

Finally satisfied and refreshed, I toweled off and stepped out of the bath and into the bedroom to dress. 

"You have a beautiful voice, do you know that?" Startled, I spun around only to be embraced by a naked Andy. I mean he didn't have anything on, except an enormous hard-on, and before I could think, he'd snatched my towel, enveloped me in his arms, and that stiff dick was poking my stomach.

"You can..." I started to say you can't do this and remind him I was a married woman, but before I got any further, he was raining kisses on my neck, my face and my breast and all my good intentions flew out the window. My knees got weak, I sort of collapsed against him and he scooped me up. He then deposited me on the bed—the same bed Ted and I made love on, when we did make love—that is.

In nothing flat he had me on my back, my legs wide spread and his tongue was working its magic in my secret places. All I could do was moan while I clutched and pulled on the bed spread. "Don't you dare quit," I screamed, when his tongue left my clit.

"Don't worry, Honey, Poppa has just the thing you need and it has really missed you." With that he hooked his arms under my legs and placed them over his shoulders. Then leaning forward while supporting himself with one hand and guiding his cock toward my waiting labia, he smiled and silently mouthed, "You're mine." As I looked into his bright, deep blue eyes I felt his helmet touch my slit. It was already slick. God I'm such a bitch, I thought, as it pushed against my lips and slipped inside. It had been a long time since I had entertained this intruder, so there was a little more resistance than usual, but Andy kept a steady pressure until it was about halfway in. Then he switched to a gentle rocking motion and I could feel him slipping deeper and deeper, filling my yearning cunt until once more he was stretching me to the limit. When it was fully engulfed he started those long, slow strokes I loved so much; I wasn't in a position to do much moving, but I managed to meet his downward strokes as best I could.

The smell of sex filled the air and as we looked into the other's face and I saw his sexy smile, I wondered why I had denied myself this pleasure for so long.

"Let me put my legs down," I whispered. That position was getting uncomfortable, so he moved back while I dropped my legs flat on the bed. I rested just a second before spreading as wide as possible. He mounted me again and we returned to the slow, leisurely strokes that would allow us to seemly fuck forever. From this position his tongue could explore my mouth and add to the blazing passion burning within me.

I thought it couldn't get any better, but then Andy moved his left leg over my right leg. Now he was halfway across my body supporting himself with one arm, leaving the other hand free to massage my breast. That way instead a head-on angle of attack on my poor cunt, he was probing me from a different angle and touching heretofore untouched spots. It felt so good I had to pull a handful of the bedspread to my mouth and bite down on it to keep from screaming. I heard a voice moaning something about not being able to stand it and it took several moments before I realized it was my voice. I had experienced two orgasms and the third was building; still Andy was pounding away like he was completely unaffected. I had no idea a man could have so much stamina. Just when I thought I could stand it no longer, he started the short frantic jabs which announced his coming climax.

"C'mon, Sugar, give me that cock," I moaned, while trying to help him finish. I had already cum the third time when he shoved his cock into me to the hilt and held it there. I could feel his shaft pulsing and jumping while spurt after spurt hit the walls of my cunt. I was sure it was leaking out on the bed, but I'd have to deal with that later. Right now I was exhausted and he must have been too. Our breathing was so heavy I'm sure we could have been heard by someone on the front porch.

Our racing pulses finally returned to normal and we sat up on the side of the bed. Grabbing a box of tissue, I started cleaning myself, but it was a hopeless task. Three handfuls of soaked tissue later, I gave up and simply held some down there to prevent cum dripping while I walked to the shower. The streaming hot water felt wonderful draining down my body, and washing away all the sweat. Somehow I imagined it was washing away my indiscretion. Once again, now that my passion was sated, remorse sat in and I started hating my cheating self again.

I'm telling you all this, girls, to show you just how screwed up a woman can get, once she's in a position like I was. You've heard the old saying about how a man thinks with the head on his dick—well let me tell you, an unsatisfied woman will find herself thinking with her cunt if she isn't careful. Girls, I hope you never find yourselves in a position like I'm telling you about, but if you do get in a mess like that, don't give up hope; your life and marriage can still be salvaged, but it takes a lot of courage and even more work.

Now, back to my story; I was just swearing to myself I would put a stop to all this crap, that it wasn't worth the risk, when the shower door opened and Andy joined me. I turned my back, but that didn't help, he simple cupped my breast and damn if his shaft wasn't poking the crack of my ass again. I tried to shift away to no avail; the movement simply caused his cock to slip down between my legs where it was now poking against my labia. I leaned forward and could feel his helmet pushing and shoving its way across my hair and sliding along my groove.

All my resolve faded when Andy pushed my upper body forward, causing me to grab the hand bars for support. Like that, I was bent over with my booty pushing back toward him. A single shift of my feet allowed the thick shaft that had been feeling so good sliding along my slit to pop inside, and we were off to the races. This time we didn't take long to climax; nor was there nearly so much cum draining down my leg; and this time I wasn't feeling any remorse. I was giddy as a school girl after her first time with a real man and when he kissed me at the door and asked if we could do it again tomorrow, my answer was a long French kiss while I held myself as tightly against his limp cock as I could.

I stood, watching the dust flying behind his car, until he turned off our lane and onto the state road. All I could think of was, well one more time won't hurt. Ted won't be back till day after tomorrow.

I won't bore you with the juicy details of the next day, but let's just say it was a repeat performance except that we used one of the guest rooms and Andy got to my house a little later. He said he'd stopped by to take care of Ruth first. I was afraid he might not be up to par; I was mistaken. He had the entire day off and we spent it together. By the time he said he had to go, it was after ten o'clock and my pussy was too sore to touch. Now I worried about Ted coming home tomorrow expecting a good screwing and me having to make up some excuse.

Maybe I'll get lucky and Ted will be uninterested. If not, I'll just have to grin and bear it; call it payment for my sins.

I crawled out of bed early so as to have all traces of my indiscretion gone before Ted got home. As I worked I thought about sex with Andy and how enjoyable it was. I kept trying to think of a way we could continue our dalliances and not mess up my marriage. I tried to convince myself I could love both men, but down deep I knew that was lie; one would always draw the short straw on my feelings and if that was Ted, the only thing I'd have left would be great sex. Ted would kick me out so fast it'd make my head spin.

Satisfied all was ship-shape and having at least three hours before George and Ted were due back, I decided to spend it reading the book I'd recently started. I was really wrapped up in it, wondering if the heroine was going to sleep with the stud or would she go back to her husband. This sounds like the story of my life, I thought. 

I heard the quiet sound of the plane's engine as Ted guided it into his landing strip. Leave it to Ted to use as little fuel as possible; a rich tightwad—that described Ted perfectly. He'd be stepping in the door as soon as he had his airplane properly tied down.

I could tell something was bothering him as soon as I saw his face. He kissed me like he had something else on his mind—something important. Oh shit! Has he heard something? Naw, he couldn't have, he's been in Idaho.

Whatever it was, he was clearly upset; he poured himself a cup of coffee. "Want a cup?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer he filled one for me and fixed it just the way I liked; two creams, one sugar. The aroma of fresh 'Folgers' filled the kitchen as Ted sat across from me. He just stared, not saying a word for the longest time, and I just knew he was wise to me and Andy. I was terrified; he had never raised a hand to me before, but then I'd never done anything even remotely as bad as this.

"I can't believe the shit I heard this week..." That's where I cut him off. I figured confessing first, before he thought I knew that he was wise to me, might help.

"It's not what you think, Honey," I held on to both of his hands as tears started to trickle down my cheek. "I don't know why, but Andy has that effect on a woman. It's strange, Andy turns on that charm and a lot of women just drop their panties. You remember the reputation he had in school—well now he's all that and more. He can make a woman see fireworks when that big thing goes to work. I love you Ted, I really do, but I can't seem to help myself. Andy touches me and sparks seem to fly, but I don't love him—I love you. I'm sorry, I won't do it again." I knew that sounded weak, but it was the best I could offer at the moment.

"What are you babbling about, Brenda?" He looked to be in shock. "I was about to tell you about Ruth fucking around on George—are you saying you're fucking Andy too?"

As you can well imagine that was the start of one of the most critical discussions of our married life. I won't bore you with the minute details; instead let me just sum things up. I told Ted what I knew about the way Andy was servicing the women at the hospital, including me and Ruth. I told him I didn't know how the others felt but until the last two days I'd felt great remorse after each session. I said I'd swear I'd never do it again, yet one touch from Andy and I was ready to give myself to him.

I went to his side of the table, knelt at his chair and caught ahold of his pants leg. As much as I wanted to look down, I didn't. Staring intently into his face, tears running down my cheek, I begged. "Please, Honey, can you ever forgive me? I wish I could truthfully say it won't happen again, Ted," I continued, "but I won't lie to you. It's like I become someone else. I don't want it to happen, but I don't know..."I expected to see him blow his top; instead he sat quietly taking my hands in his own. The casual observer might think he wasn't mad at all. I recognized it as his mood of deep inner rage. What surprised me was he didn't seem to direct it at me.




Brenda's Confession



"Love me—do you really?"

"I really do, Ted. I wish I'd never laid eyes on Andy." I broke into tears, in spite of my resolve to take my punishment like a woman. "If you'll just give me another chance, I never cheat again—I swear," I said after finally getting control of my emotions.

"Didn't you just say you couldn't help yourself when you're around Andy?"

I nodded my head and whimpered; "I'll do all I can not to be caught alone with him—I promise."

He pulled me to my feet and taking a handkerchief from his back pocket, he wiped my tears. "Forgive you? Of course I forgive you; I have a lot I need forgiveness for too." He smiled and lifted my face so that he was looking me in the eyes. "I love you. Brenda, I always have and always will. What I won't do is continue to let that man make a fool of me."

He kissed my lips, and then silently held me for what seemed like forever, before finally breaking the deafening silence. "Think about this very carefully now; If I could promise you'd never lay eyes on Andy again, do you think you could give up cheating?"

"I'm sure. No other man has remotely attracted me since college."

Without saying another word, he lowered his lips to meet mine. His kiss was so tender it was scary. I expected rage; instead I got nothing but tenderness. Did I know this man I'd been married to for so long? I opened my lips to admit his tongue. That turned out the prelude to a very passionate French kiss and a trip back to the bedroom. The next couple hours was spent making love, not just fucking; believe me there is a difference. I was amazed to find Ted's smaller cock hardly hurt when it entered. I wish I could say Ted had me seeing fireworks like Andy always did, but I can't. I can say that before we got up off the bed I was sated in a way Ted hadn't provided in many years.

We dressed and I followed him to the door. "Where are you going?" I was just curious, but the question seemed to rub a nerve.

"Out! Don't worry; I'll be back in a few hours. George and I have something to take care of."

Ted's anger had returned, but it was a cold, calculating kind of fury. 

I was afraid he'd beat Andy to a pulp or maybe even kill him. I jumped in front of Ted and tried to block his way. "Don't do something you'll be sorry for. If you hurt Andy, you know his family is powerful enough to make life miserable. Let's just enjoy the years we have left," I begged.

Once again Ted took me in his powerful arms, squeezing around me so tightly I could hardly breathe. I swear that man didn't know his own strength. "Ow, that hurts."

"Sorry, Honey," he said, releasing his strong grip and kissing me again. "You don't need to worry; I'm not going to lay a hand on Andy. We have a lot of screwing to catch up on and we can't do that if I'm in jail, even for a short time. I'm well aware his family runs this county."

"But you said you and George had to make plans."

"Yeah, I'm hosting a fishing party at our Lake Marion camp. You know, just a bunch of us guys fishing, drinking and swapping lies for four days."

"Are you sure? You're not going to do anything to get even with Andy?"

"I'm already even with Andy. I got the girl, remember. Nope, I won't be going anywhere near Mr. Andy, and I promise you two things; I won't lay a finger on him and he'll never bother you again." After saying that, he went to his truck. "See you in a couple hours," he yelled, as he was turning the truck to leave.

As soon as Ted's truck was out of sight I called Ruth to warn her George knew; that's when I got another surprise. She said George had known for over a month and it made no difference that he did. "He's too wimpy to do anything about it." Those were her words, not mine. She chose to ignore my warning, so I let the matter drop. I hung up and just thanked God things turned out like it seems they have for me.

It was late when Ted returned; still I waited up for him. After I heated his supper he started talking.

"George and I had set up a fishing party at our Lake Marion camp but I promise that I'll fix things so you won't be bothered by Andy when I return." That was all I could get out of him—well not exactly all. I did get a very satisfying romp in the sack before we fell asleep, which surprised me. When I asked what had brought on this big change, he just said, "You scared the hell out of me. I always took you for granted and when you told me what you did, I realized I could lose you." I really think he was about to break down, but the big, tough man took over before he did. However, I still noticed a catch in his voice when he added, "I'm going to do better, Honey. I swear I will."

The next day he was so busy I hardly saw him. I did notice he spent a lot of time in his office with the door closed. When I asked what he was doing, he just said he had a lot of calls to make before he could take four days off. He said he didn't want to be bothered with phone calls while he was fishing. 

Early the next day, he and George loaded everything into the plane. We talked a little bit before takeoff. When I asked how the others were getting there he answered that they had driven over yesterday but that he was unable to spare the time, thus the plane trip.

"Well, be careful. You know that landing strip at the camp's pretty tight."

"Don't worry your pretty little head. Now that I've rediscovered just how good you are in the sack there's no way I'm gonna take chances."

"You can start by forgetting this crap about saving fuel and kick that thing in the ass when you take off." I said. He just grinned. For some reason he prided himself in quiet take-offs and landings. He claimed the noise bothered the pigs but I still think he was just cheap. I have to admit, by the time he was clearing the far end of the runway, I doubt he could be heard at Ruth and George's house, and it wasn't over a half mile away

I decided to ride into town for some shopping. Passing Ruth's I almost stopped by to see if she wanted to tag along, then seeing her car wasn't in the yard, I remembered she worked days now. Since Andy was no longer on nights there was no reason for Ruth not switch to days, giving her some time to see Andy at night.

That night I called to check on my friend and while she was on the phone I heard Ruth tell somebody to sit down, that she'd be right with them.

"Gotta go, I've got a hot date with, 'you know who.' And guess what—he has tomorrow off so he can stay all night. Bet I won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"You're nuts, you know that, don't you?"

"At least I'm going to drain some tension off tonight." Saying that, Ruth hung up, leaving me alone with my imagination.

The next two days passed without incident, but around noon of the third day I got a call from Ruth. "Brenda, have you seen Andy? He's not there with you, is he?"

"No, and I hope he never shows up here again." I then told her about my conversation with Ted and that he promised Andy wouldn't bother me again.

"If you do see him, will you call me? It's not like Andy to miss a date, he was supposed to come over last night and he didn't."

After assuring her Andy was probably all right, I couldn't resist just one little dig. "He's probably taking care of Jenny; he'll be back with you soon." I knew it was cruel, but I was feeling just a little bit bitchy.

My smart ass attitude changed, when after a week Ruth reported Andy still hadn't shown up. I really started to worry when another week passed and the papers reported him as missing and that the police were looking into his disappearance. Apparently Ruth and I were the only ones known to be fooling around with Andy, since as far as I know, we and our husbands were the only one questioned by the cops.

I was scared to death that Ted had broken his words about not harming Andy, but apparently he hadn't. Every man on the trip with them swore Ted and George were with them all the time. After several more weeks with no sign of Andy, and the papers reporting that some of his personal effects were missing from his apartment, everybody just kind of accepted that Andy had found himself a new woman and that he would turn up one day.

I sincerely hoped they were right, but an incident that took place the first night Ted returned home from that fishing trip still bothers me. I was washing dishes and Ted was in his office, when the phone rang. I guess we both picked up at the same time.

"Ted?" a man's voiced said.

"Yeah,"

"It's Bennie, I'm in a hurry right now but I wanted you to know the boys took care of that little matter, so now I guess we can call the debt paid."

"You got it, Buddy. Fishing's still good if you get time."

Ted hung up and in a few minutes he slipped up behind me and wrapping his arms around me from the back, he pressed his erection into my rear and cupped my breasts with both hands. Kissing me on the neck he said, "Andy won't be bothering you again."

The next thing he did was to scoop me up and take me to the bedroom. Wow! I don't know how he did it, but his libido had really jumped up a few notches. I never did get back to the dishes that night.

You girls know the rest. That was almost twenty years ago and as they say in the fairy tales, we lived happily ever after. So girls, remember this, things go badly in all marriages, but if you really love each other and aren't too proud to ask forgiveness things will mostly work out. Of course you have to forgive the other person too.

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I'm Betty, the oldest of the sisters. Mom left this letter with me to make sure her wishes were carried out. I read it to the family the same time the will was read. Everybody was there and when I finished, there wasn't a dry eye in the room. I submitted the story to Literotica today, so Mom, I've done all you asked. Bye.

THE END

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