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Gesus Louise

By: Mainefiddleheads



"Ralph, you just need to understand. I am a modern woman and while this isn't for everybody, I've learned that it's important to me to at least experience what I have been missing for the past 20 years. You have to at least acknowledge that, don't you?"

Well, I looked at Louise like she had just shit on her plate. It was like I was observing odd creatures on another planet from a safe distance and wondering if I should risk getting any closer. She was standing there with her arms on her hips and this innocent inquiring look on her face as if it was the most innocuous question ever asked. This was the Twilight Zone played out in real life.

"Let me get this right, Louise, OK? You are telling me that in order for you to feel complete, to be the woman you think you are meant to be, you should be able to go out with your "girlfriends" and party down with a bunch of drunken horny men and mosey on home sometime the next day with half your clothes missing and slop in your hair??"

She just stood there looking at me like I was from another planet and of course at this point I was or at least felt like it.

"Not only do you have a screw loose but you've been screwed to the point you need a padded room to come unglued in! I mean, look at you. You have obviously spent the entire night flat on your back or on your knees offering up those not so sweet charms of yours to god knows who. Did your brain, for a single moment, Louise, flip a switch and realize that you have a husband at home, twenty years of marriage, and two kids up and out of the house ... a husband who ain't in no fucking way going to tolerate this shit??"

I was beginning to get angry again while she just stood there looking at me like an alien. I think the English use a phrase, gob smacked. That's what I was, gob smacked. She told me what she was doing when she got home from work yesterday. Being Friday, I thought we might go out for a pizza and stop by Horsefeathers for a couple beers or something. Apparently, she had other ideas. No, she had other plans, big plans. I'll never forget her words. If it wasn't so fucking stupid it would have been funny as hell. If I hadn't been so pissed, I would have rolled in laughter.

"Ralph, it's like this", she stated, "Every one of us at work have decided that it is time we began enjoying all the same things that all of you men enjoy. Everybody knows that every time all y'all travel on all those business trips, there is a whole lot of fucking going on and we are not going to just sit by and be homebodies. I've seen the pictures of y'all with all those titties. All us girls saw them. And that's not all. June, Jane and Sylvia watched all y'all carry a bunch of those women back to your rooms. They got pictures of that too."

"So, we have decided that it's time for us to take a little road trip and pluck some fruit of our own so that's what we are gonna do"

She stood there kind of defiant, mind all made up like. I was still trying to digest what she had just blurted out when she continued.

"This is the modern age, Ralph. If you can fuck some other woman, then I can get fucked by some other man, simple as that, and I'm going to do it. Sylvia's got it all lined up. There is a convention this weekend at the Center downtown and she has us booked at the Holiday Inn for the night. That is all there is to it so you just plan on staying here and doing whatever it is that you do when you are by yourself. Watch a game or something. There's got to be something good on tonight, don't you think?"

Yeah, fucking gob smacked. Gesus H. Gonzales. Rod Serling had nothing on this. If I didn't feel like screaming out how stupid she was, I sure wanted to but I bit my tongue.

"OK, dear, so have you packed all your dainties and got your toothbrush and stuff together for your little overnight?" I even smiled as I said it. "Oh, and one other thing ... WHY IN FUCKING HELL DO YOU THINK I HAVE BEEN FUCKING AROUND ON YOU?? ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE??"

"Oh please, Ralph, of course you are going to deny it. Sylvia told me all about how all y'all deny it every time. Every man does. You men have been doing this since marriage was invented and you made all the rules. Denial Denial Denial ... it's a constant, isn't it honey?"

OK, so I was speechless at that point. My nitwit of twenty years had lost her marbles and I was flinging them back at her to no avail. If you know what stupid ignorance looks like, standing before me was a perfect picture. So what do I do? I let her go and off she went, out into the evening in the backseat of some girlfriend's Honda CRV. I guess I was then supposed to clean out the bank accounts, cut up credit cards, change the locks, burn her clothing and such. That never happened. I went into the kitchen and got a cold beer, turned on the TV and looked for a game. She knew me like a book.

I guess I had dozed off before halftime. The phone buzzing in my lap woke me. It took me a moment to recognize the voice.

"Oh hello, Sylvia. What occasions the call this evening? A break in the action down at the local whorehouse?"

"Oh cut it out, Ralphie. I'm not with the rest of them and neither is June. We are outside your window looking at you right now."

OK, so that got interesting real quick. What the fuck?

"Er, OK, so come in then."

In marched the two women, dressed to kill, well, as best they could. Both of them had on skirts too short for their ages and thigh sizes. However, all and all, considering what all those coronas had done to me, I couldn't complain. I got them all a beer and got comfortable in the living room.

"So, ladies, there is an obvious question to be asked here, right?" They just nodded and giggled. Candid Camera came to mind.

"Let me start by asking this. Are you two fucking nuts? I mean, with the cockamamie story that Louise pushed out of her lying mouth earlier and you two showing up here like this, well, this story ought to be real good. Go on, tell me about it."

Sylvia started to speak but June interrupted her.

"Ralph, it's like this. You know both of us, Sylvie and I, we were always sweet on you from way back when, long before Louise married your ass. We always figured one of us would get you one day but that never happened so, you know, everybody moved on and life's been good for all. We all got married and the kids and stuff and then the pricks went crazy and all and up and divorced both of us. It fucking sucked, you know it."

Sylvia spoke up. "Yeah, but, Ralph, Louise is just plain bad to you. I know y'all have been together for twenty years and stuff and we know you love her and all that shit. But, Ralphie, she's been cheating on you for a month. She got herself hooked up with that Roger Peters dude and with June's ex, Billy, too. The both of them are down there with her now along with half the girls from the office and who knows how many men at that convention thing going on."

June jumped in. "Fuck, when the girls started talking about pulling this thing off, Sylvie and I just went along with it. There was no way we were going to jump into that especially if she was gonna fuck you over."

I took a swig of my corona and looked both women over. When Louise had told me earlier in the evening that this was something Sylvia had set up, I knew there was some old fish in the air. Sylvia and I had old history and had been friends for years. We were regular fuck buddies before I got married, the same's true with June. I had kept up friendly relations with both of them but I never fucked them again after I got married. Now Louise probably didn't know I had lunch with both women on occasion, all on the up and up, especially when they were married. But that didn't matter. What did was the fact my wife had decided that cuckolding little old Ralph was something I was going to live with without doing anything about it. The salt in the works was hearing about Roger and Billy, both of whom were nothing but cat-around whore dogs. I didn't think she was that stupid. Hell, June already told me Billy was a couple inches short and pulled the trigger right out of the holster. It was a real case of hamburger on the highway with prime rib at home. Stupid idiotic woman.

"OK, so, girls, what's the plan? What are we doing here tonight and did you do anything to try to put that dumb ass wife of mine on the straight and narrow?"

"Of course we did, Ralph." June replied. "We both told her this was a stupid dumb thing for the bitch to do, that she was going to lose her man if she didn't stop with it. But the other girls just worked on her the other way. You don't know Jane but she's the one who introduced her to Roger and I'm guessing he's been screwing both of them since. I don't know how that ignorant piece of shit, my ex-husband, got into her pants but somehow the little prick got lucky. Anyways, they all are having a big ass orgy tonight and we slipped away before they started taking everything upstairs. We might not be the most innocent chicks around but neither of us are common whores either."

"No, girls, that you aren't and I appreciate you telling me this. I guess I need to figure out how to respond to it all. I mean, I've been married to her forever but she should know I'm no fucking cuck. Hell, she has jumped up one side and down the other when I've even looked at another woman when I'm with her. That's what I don't understand here. She's got a jealousy bone running from her head to her ass yet she can pop those thighs open for Roger and Billy and who knows who else tonight. Somebody had to have fried her brain on something because she was acting like it was all normal and regular and shit. Gesus H."

Well, I refreshed the beers a few more times and started catching a friendly buzz. I knew that Louise was gonna have some explaining to do and I still had to determine how I was going to respond to everything I had heard so far. I think it was Sylvia who resolved that for me. Both women led me to the couch and began undressing me. Well, I'm a man and I had known both of them biblically years ago so I certainly knew the routine. In different circumstances, guilt and obligation might have, no, would have prevented me from sinking deep into both of them. There was no guilt to interfere with their designs. Make no mistake. That's what they came over for and they were collecting. They collected into the wee hours of the morning. You know, women with chunky thighs, there is something about that pussy rubbing like that. It must make them horny as hell. The two of them had me sexually slain in bed. It was the first time I had "cheated" in my marriage although both of them reminded me that it was retribution, not cheating and I didn't object to their characterization at all.

Sometime in those wee hours, we all fell asleep in the king size. I think it was around 9am or so when I felt the first female thigh stirring next to me and then a naked breast of another female pressing onto my arm. OK, so I was waking up for the first time in twenty years with two women in my bed, neither of them my wife. That was interesting. I rose up, hit the shower, brushed, did all things a man does getting up and then I made breakfast. The two women came down when it was ready having showered and dressed in a couple of my tee-shirts and boxer shorts.

I think the plan was for them to be there when Louise returned, if she did in fact return. I wasn't sure how the confrontation would go or if we would even stay for it but I had a duffle packed and in my truck in case. In the meantime we enjoyed the breakfast and company. It had been a very long time since I had shared such company and it felt good to sit with both of them, especially Sylvia. I think I would have married her if we had our heads on straight all those years ago but somehow we fucked it all up and just ended up fuck buddies. Then we all married somebody else and lived our lives. Whatever the case, this was sure going to be good to explain to the kids!

I heard the car pull into the drive. I didn't recognize it or the man driving it but the back door opened up and a woman hopped out to let Louise out. Sylvia and June scooted upstairs to the bedroom while I waited in the living room. When she entered the house, I let out a low whistle.

"Well, look here. See what the boys let come home. Now aren't you a sight for somebody's eyes."

She obviously had lost her bra somewhere and the blouse she left with unless it was in her bag. She was wearing some kind of silver glittery tee-shirt a couple of inches short of her skirt which was barely covering her naked ass. I guessed her panties were with her bra. I mean, what kind of nutcase wife would return to her husband like this? I guess my nutcase would. I looked her up and down, noticing the spots of spunk in her hair and the milky white spot on her chin. Gesus H. She didn't even clean up or she just finished a guy in the car. If I wasn't pissed at the disrespectful sight I would have laughed myself silly. On the other hand I wanted to approach this carefully. I had just finished the night fucking two longtime friends in what was still her bed, at least for the time being. She didn't know that yet, of course.

So she starts in.

"Why are you looking at me like that?? I told you what was going to happen. Grow up. This was just getting even."

I looked at her like the alien she was.

"Ralph, you just need to understand. I am a modern woman and while this isn't for everybody, I've learned that it's important to me to at least experience what I have been missing for the past 20 years. You have to at least acknowledge that, don't you?"

I'll skip my response. You know what it was. I looked at her again and started.

"Louise, first, don't say another fucking thing until I'm done with you. You just stand there like the stupid nincompoop you are and listen. You destroyed my pizza night, you know that. I love my pizza nights and here you've gone and taken my fucking pizza night away just so you could enjoy feasting on your own fresh stock of sausage. From the looks of it, a LOT of fucking sausage. Do you know how I get when I don't get my pizza nights?

"But, Ralph"

"No, shut your sausage hole until I'm done. Now, I made up for the pizza, don't you worry. Made up for it real good. What I want to know is are you OK using the bathroom down here to wash all that slop off you or do you want me to run the water hose around back? Because I can do that for you if you want. I might even recommend that. You aren't using the master bath. I don't want to disinfect the shower before I use it and with all the spunk that's been fed to you, communicable diseases might be a pretty big concern."

She winced a bit when I said that but I continued.

"Now, I'm thinking about calling Sylvia or maybe June and getting a better picture of all you have been up to. I'm thinking you don't want me to do that, do you?"

Louise just continued to stand there silent, with her hands on her hips. I had the feeling that she was being coached and thinking all she had to do was continue being defiant and little old cuckold Ralph would be lapping at her cooch for just a taste. Isn't that what cucks do? Well fuck that, I went in for the kill.

"Maybe I should give Roger a call or maybe Willy? You remember Willy don't you, little short peckerwood who dribbles on himself at the sight of pussy."

"He does n.." She stopped. I continued while her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. Now she looked like Scream.

"Did Roger and Willy double team you last night, Louise? Did you take it up the ass? More importantly, did the fuckers wear rubbers? We know they didn't. Hell I can see the slop from here. But that doesn't matter. I'm not touching that passed around pussy for a long time, if ever again. But do you want to know what is really important? Do ya? Well, I'll tell you. I know you have been giving your cheating ass pussy to Roger Peters for at least a month and that June's dumb ass ex Willy has been tapping the same damn cock hole for nearly as long. After twenty years you just had to be a modern woman. Well, let's see how modern you are. "

"I'm going to go upstairs to our big king size bed and I'm going to have a wet slurpy cock sucking pussy fucking 'round the world motherfucking threesome with two women who know how to rock this man's world. When we are done, we are going to freshen up, grill some chow and then, Sweetie? ... we gonna fuck ourselves silly again before we go out on the town, a happy threesome. We might be back tonight or we might not but whatever the case, we might do it again tomorrow morning too. So don't use our bedroom, Sweetie, it's going to smell of hot sex and the perfume of ladies. You use the guest room and the downstairs bath..."

The girls had been listening upstairs and giggling. I didn't plan for that but the face on Louise was priceless They yelled down.

"Honey .. baby ... Sweetie ... come back to bed now. We both want that big cock of yours."

The voice recognition struck her. Of course it was Sylvia and June. Her face was caught between anger and fear with tears as the lubricant. I just raised my finger at her. "Not a fucking word. You can cry all afternoon and night but not one fucking word." 

I counted on her jealousy to eat at her and it did. She ate her anger and closed the door to the downstairs bath. All I heard was he soft weeping and curses under her breath. There was a real conflict going on there.

There was a real party about to begin upstairs.