52 comments/ 18820 views/ 13 favorites When Marriage Cools: Casey By: IraBumblefield The universe was unfolding according to plan. Every choice I made in my life seemed to be the right one. I was known as 'Lucky Les'... little did I know, that would soon change to 'Luckless'. -- The love of my life was my 35 year old wife Casey, 5'7", 130 pounds, all woman. She taught math and Phys Ed in a neighborhood high school, the latter subject being responsible for her beautiful trim body. Her wedding dress still fit, albeit a bit tight across the chest. On our fifteenth wedding anniversary, she wore it so we could fantasize our wedding night. We drank a magnum of champagne and made love for hours. Our twin girls, Melanie and Melissa were 14 that year. Summer holidays were soon starting and they were starting high school in the fall. Both were the spitting image of their mother; auburn hair, green eyes, and beautiful facial features. Their bodies hadn't yet filled out but they showed the same promise of their mother's gorgeous figure. Thank God, they don't have the physical attributes of their father. In fact, people were always surprised when I was introduced. To be kind, they said I had a 'rugged' face. Our early sex life was nothing short of fantastic. After the twins, we tried for more children, but two miscarriages later, we gave up. There were some serious problems with her womb and after some long discussion, we agreed she should have a hysterectomy. It had a side benefit for her, ovulating was a nuisance for a woman teaching physical education. Our sex life was still great, though less frequent, particularly since I was travelling a lot more. I was the chief contract negotiator for our company and handled the major contracts, both foreign and domestic. My physique helped at times. Being 6'2" and 210 pounds of mostly muscle, I could be intimidating, though this was not my usual style. One has to be reasonable, otherwise it's too difficult for repeat negotiations. In my absence, Tony handled the smaller contracts and since he had a small research staff, he was my 'go to' guy when I need more info on specific companies. In the last week of June, I arrived home on a Monday from the Pac Rim after a grueling week of negotiations. Tony was handling a small contract and was having trouble. He had a room rented at the AIRPORT INN and picked me up when I landed. We reviewed the contract, our margins were too small, so I pointed out a few areas where we could pick up some money. I was surprised when we met their negotiators in one of the hotel board rooms. They had an 'attack team' of seven people, four men and three women, a bit of overkill for a contract that only grossed a couple of mil. These people were real nit-pickers and could spend hours on one small point. We finally called a halt and postponed until the next Monday. They had more negotiations with some other companies in town. That evening, the three women went shopping and of course, the four men wanted to go out to a girly bar. RANDY'S is a classy strip club about ten blocks from the airport. The club was all too familiar to me, many of our post negotiations ended there. In fact, I was familiar to the management and most of the women 'hostesses'. The drinks started coming from somewhere and then an unfamiliar naked woman sat down on me for a lap dance. No big deal, this too had happened before, but this one unzipped my pants and stuck her hand in to grab my hardening cock. Before I knew what was happening, she fished it out, lifted her ass, and was about to impale herself on me. I quickly pushed her off. "Sorry, honey, this belongs to my wife." I said, buttoning up my jacket to hide my erection. Finishing my drink, I headed home, leaving Tony to look after them. Casey was working on a math lesson on the dining room table. "Wanna have a shower with me?" my erection poked into her belly as I speared my tongue into her mouth. "No," she giggled, "I'll be up in a few minutes, keep him ready for me." I walked out of the shower erect, I had been dreaming of Casey for over a week. I warned my hard-on to go away or I would beat him. He wouldn't, so I reached down and choked him. I grabbed him by the neck and squeezed until his head swelled up and turned purple. "Take that, you jerk." I never heard Casey come in until she knelt down in front of me and licked her lips. "Mmmmm, how nice of you to hold him for me. Careful, you're hurting him." He stared out at her with a tear in his one eye, looking for sympathy. "There, there, little man," she stroked him gently, "Mommy's here now, mommy will give you a little kiss and make it all better..." "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, Gaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwddd" I screamed. She just smiled and licked off the leftovers. "That was a pretty good load, Les." An hour later, we crawled under the covers. She had a big smile on her face when we finally went to sleep. God, I didn't just love this woman, I adored her. -- That Tuesday, when I came home after work, I found her crying. I asked her what was wrong but she didn't answer. The next two nights were the same, no sex either. On Friday evening, I watched Casey come downstairs from our bedroom. She was dressed to the nines, wearing a knee length cream colored brocade dress, with a mid calf slit up one side, matching four inch strap-on heels and taupe stockings. She looked absolutely stunning. "Are we going out?" I asked. "Not you," she replied. "Girl's night out?" I asked. "No, I'm going out to get my pussy done," she threw two pictures over her shoulder and walked out the door to a waiting cab. I was standing in the doorway, immobilized by shock. "WH... WHAT?" Before I could react, the cab pulled away. Naw... this was some kind of joke, she was pissed at me for something. Still, this was very uncharacteristic behavior for Casey. Something had been bothering her since Tuesday and she wouldn't talk to me about it. I stepped back in and had a look at the pictures. One showed me with my cock ready to enter that lap dance bitch on Monday. I knew it hadn't happened. In fact, in all the years of our marriage, I had never been unfaithful to Casey, she meant too much to me. I phoned a few of our haunts, but no one had seen her. I had no idea where she went, so I grabbed a bottle of whiskey, took a large swig and sat down on the couch to think. The pictures had been taken Monday night and her peculiar behavior started on Tuesday. That meant they were either delivered by hand or were sent by courier. Trash pickup was on Monday morning, so the courier envelope would still be around somewhere. I searched the garbage and sure enough, I found it. The originating address was the AIRPORT INN, from a Mr. Smith. New questions began to emerge. Who ordered the lap dancer, who took the pictures and what was the motivation? The only ones I recognized at RANDY'S were Tony and the negotiators. I took another large swig and looked at the pictures again. I remembered Tony on my right side and the pictures were taken from my left. One of the negotiators was on that side, but I didn't recall anyone with a camera. Of course, miniature cameras are easily concealed nowadays. I had another drink and looked at them again. They were numbered in sequence, one and two. The first showed the bimbo poised above my cock and the second one showed her sitting in my crotch, the implication being that I was inside of her. But on closer scrutiny, my zipper was undone in the first picture and was done up in the second. The sequence had been deliberately reversed. I tried to call Tony, but his cell was turned off. I drank some more and half way through the bottle, I passed out on the couch. I didn't hear Casey come home. -- In the morning, I arose before 7AM and drank what seemed like a gallon of water, then headed upstairs to our bedroom for a shower. "She would never do that," I laughed to myself on my way upstairs. I could explain this crap and had enough witnesses to prove it. When I entered the bedroom, the place smelled like gin and dead fish. Casey was sprawled on her back, naked, snoring, legs spread apart, cum leaking out of her very red pussy and asshole, her body covered with bruises, bites, and scratches. I ran for the bathroom and upchucked. When I came out, she was awake, "Why?" I had tears in my eyes. She was both angry and still drunk. "You know why, I finally got proof of your infidelity... God, those cocks were good." "Cocks?" "Yes, I was in the back of a van, and they kept coming and coming. I lost count of how many there were, but there must have been at least forty. I think I fucked everyone in that bar. I was so tingly last night, I slept with their cum inside me... but you know something? Yours is still the biggest cock I've ever had, you should be proud. Why don't you come over here and stick it into me." I was openly crying now at her revelations, "Oh God, Casey, how could you have done this?" She was still defiant. "Fuck you, Les, quit crying like a baby, I know you've had lots of cunt on the road, the lipstick on your shirts, the scratches on your back, you even had a hicky on your neck. I finally had enough and decided to even things up." I had never in all of our marriage, heard her talk like that. This was infidelity and she was treating it like I spilled a bag of garbage on the kitchen floor. I regained my composure. "The 'hicky' was a spider bite I got in South America, the scratch marks were from brambles and thorns while hunting pheasant with a client in Canada, the lipstick marks can never be avoided. Everywhere I visit, the locals take me to their night clubs to show off the beautiful women of their country... But I have never, ever, been unfaithful to you, not once in over fifteen years. I've loved you so much, Casey, I could never do that to you." "Yeah, sure, what about that bitch in the pictures sitting on your cock?" "She was a lap dancer and it never happened, I pushed her off before she could get me to penetrate her. I can get any number of witnesses to confirm it... I've never given any of these things a second thought. I thought we trusted each other. If these things bothered you, why couldn't you talk to me about it?" "I have always loved you, Les. I've overlooked the signs on your body and your clothes because I trusted you. That braggart crew you travel with are far from chaste. When I heard their stories, I became even more convinced... Then when I saw the pictures, it was the last straw..." "So you went and did it based on this 'evidence'... eyes wide open? Did you want to believe it? Have you fantasized trying other cocks for years." "I admit I was curious... but they were only fantasies, I really didn't want to try other men, your cock was the only one I've ever had... until last night." She was sobering up fast. "Casey, you've destroyed our marriage. When you walked out that door last night, didn't you think of what it would do to us, to our relationship and our family?" She was silent for awhile, then began crying, "God, Les, what have I done? This has been such a horrific nightmare. Please, I don't know how, but I'll make it up somehow, it will never ever happen again, I will never go near another man, I promise, please..." "No, your whoring went far beyond revenge. Clean that dirty cunt up, you need to get tested. Burn everything you touch and don't come near the girls or myself, you may have something lethal. In fact, I hope you do, you stupid fucking cunt." The implications of her adulterous adventure were now beginning to sink in. "Please Les, I was so terribly wrong, I don't know how I could have been so crazy, please..." I picked up her cell phone and then yanked the regular phone out of the wall. I didn't want her to have any outside contact, to fabricate some kind of story. From downstairs, I called my mother and asked her to take the girls a week earlier than planned. She agreed. I confronted the girls in Melanie's bedroom. They greeted me with a look of fear, the kind of fear that children experience when they feel something terrible is about to happen in their lives. "Dad, you've been crying, what's wrong?" Melanie asked, "We heard you and mom hollering at each other... you never do that." "We're having a little difficulty right now," I answered, "Please pack your bags, you're going on vacation a week early, grandmother will be here to pick you up in an hour." I checked our answering machine, there was a message from Tony last night asking me to come down to HANDLERS bar as soon as I could, that Casey was there and acting wild. I'd probably passed out by then. It was after 8AM when I called Tony out on the golf course. "Hi Les, I'm putting out on the 18th hole, I'll be there as soon as I can." When he drove up, I went out to meet him in his car. "You saw Casey last night, I need to know what happened... the whole truth, Tony." "OK, but you're not going to like it... I was sitting with the usual Friday night bunch from work at HANDLERS. Casey came in about 8:30. She pulled up a chair and sat beside me. We drank and shot the shit until about 10:30. She was drunk when she stuck her tongue in my ear and told me she wanted to fuck. I was shocked and offered her a lift home... "She jumped up and said 'fuck you' and went over to the standup bar. She had at least five martinis by then. She started flirting with a couple of guys I've never seen before. The three of them got a table and I could see their hands up her dress... "On my way to the washroom, I made one more try, I put my arm around her shoulder and begged her to let me take her home. I got another 'fuck you' for my effort... When I came out of the washroom a few minutes later, they were gone. I left about midnight without seeing her again." "Did you hear any names?" "I think I heard Frank mentioned a few times." "Do you know anything about these pictures?" I showed him. "Did you see anyone around our table taking shots at RANDY'S?" "The only one I saw standing near us was our server Alice, you know, the one with the big tits, she's been after your ass for years. I didn't see a camera, but then I wasn't paying much attention." "There was a negotiator on my left hand side. These assholes may have been trying to compromise me to get a better deal... Tony, I need your help, can you go back to HANDLERS and the INN and snoop around before the trail gets cold. I'll go to RANDY'S myself. If you find anything, call me back on my cell." I grabbed a beer and sat down at our kitchen table. Our girls came in, toting their bags. I kissed and hugged them and asked them to wait outside for their grandmother. Casey came down an hour later, showered, and dressed in jeans and a long sleeved blouse. "OK slut, give me the whole thing again." She was crying. "I'm so sorry I said those things to you earlier, I was trying to hurt you, to pay you back..." "Skip the spin, bitch, give me the truth of what happened." The first part was the same as what Tony had said, then she filled me in on the details after she left the bar, or at least, as much as she could remember. "They said they wanted to go to a party. I was drunk and thought it might be fun. They took me out to their van and drove down a country road. When they parked, they ripped my clothes off and fucked me in my cunt and in my ass. They each came several times. Oh God, Les, I felt so cheap and dirty... "They had a bottle of gin and kept pushing it into my mouth. I must have passed out, because the next thing I remember was this fat man laying on top of me and two others holding me down. They came one after another, they stuck their dirty stinking cocks in my mouth, my cunt, and my asshole. They hurt me... "When I looked out the side window and could see a group of men with money changing hands... They were selling me, Les, they were selling me like a common street whore..." "A whore's a whore. It doesn't matter if she picked up off the street or in a bar," my remark cut her. "I could see a sign that read RITZ outside of the window," she added. "Great, sleaziest part of town I know of, you had some elite clientel." "After the men at the bar were finished, Frank and Bart drove somewhere and fucked me some more, then took me home, wrapped in a blanket. When I got in our door, I saw you passed out on the couch. I was so worn out and drunk, I crawled up the stairs into bed and passed out." "OK, slut, I'm taking you to a clinic to get your tests done." On the drive over, I laid it out. "We're getting a divorce. You will have half of our investments and assets and have free title to the house with the proviso that you never bring a man home until the girls are away at college. I don't want them to see what a whore their mother has become. I don't care how many assholes you fuck outside of our home, because I'll never come near you again... "For the divorce, I will take the blame for my 'affair' and there is no need for the girls to know about your escapade. They need their mother because you are here every day, whereas I am out of town at least half the time." "Please Les, I love you," she wailed, "We can't just end it like this. I was so horribly wrong to exact revenge, to not have trusted you. I know I've destroyed your trust, but please stay with me, even if it's only for the sake of the girls. They need their father and I need you desperately, especially now." "No, you stripped me of all my emotions this morning, including my love for you. I can't stand the sight of you and could never come home to face the whore who was once my loving wife." -- Casey was kept in hospital for a few days, during which time she was diagnosed with three STDs including a particularly virulent strain of gonorrhea. Her vagina was injured and badly bruised, probably as a result of something very large being inserted. Maybe she was fisted. Her sphinctre was torn and had to be stitched up. She constantly needed an enema to keep her stool soft... They kept her hospitalized for another two weeks for treatment... We told the twins that she had been injured internally when she fell at work. I visited her a few times. She cried everytime she saw me and made me promise I wouldn't leave. I lied and promised I wouldn't, but I already had the divorce application ready to be served. It wasn't the right time to spring it on her, she had to get well enough to look after our children. While she was in hospital, I had a bedroom and kitchenette constructed in the basement and made it my living quarters. I hired a full time homemaker to prepare the meals and do all the domestic chores. The homemaker slept in the spare bedroom upstairs. -- I was crushed by her one night stand, I had lost all faith in people. To me, every woman was either a whore or a potential whore, and every man was a predator. I was an emotional mess and as a form of escapism, I began to think of earlier happy times in my life. I longed for the solace of my youth, the time of my early teens, living on a farm. During those carefree summer months, I would roam the countryside in solitude, just my dog and I. It was what I needed now, I needed to be away from people. During the second week of July, I leased the entire frontage on a small remote lake. I didn't want any neighbors. Some local workmen constructed a small log cabin, a small dock and an outhouse. There was a natural spring only a hundred yards from the cabin with the purest, coldest water I had ever tasted. The cabin was two miles from the nearest road and I had to backpack everything; finishing materials, provisions, my canoe, fishing gear, cooking utensils, dishes, etc. I worked like a mule, and even though it wasn't my intention, by the end of the summer my body was a very tanned and hard 200 pounds. When Marriage Cools: Casey After her release from hospital, Casey was bedridden until the end of July. I only saw her occasionally. One night, near the end of July, she asked me to sit down on the edge of the bed. "Touch me," she pleaded, "just touch my arm with your fingertips... What do you feel?" "I feel as if I've just touched a snake," I recoiled and wasn't kidding either. I didn't want to be near her or any other woman. Even our girls noticed I didn't hug them anymore. I was dead inside, no love, no hate, no compassion, no nothing. It wasn't because I was feeling sorry for myself, just totally uncaring of anyone, completely apathetic. "Oh, God," she wailed, "I've so completely destroyed you, you are not even a person anymore." She was right. Now, even my employer used me sparingly, only when they needed a bastard for negotiations. By the beginning of August, Casey was mobile again and concentrated on getting her body back into shape. I spent very little time at home, and never bothered to tell my family about my retreat. She may have thought I had another woman but I didn't give a shit what she thought. I was only there because of my obligation to our girls. Even though I sat on the deck during our infrequent weekend barbeques, my mind wasn't really there. I was back at my cabin, listening to the pines roaring in the wind, the loons calling at night... I could empathize with those men who chose to become hermits... Our girls and Casey started high school in September and I spent most of my time at my cabin. It was peaceful, I felt as though some of my inner self was starting to heal and dwelled a lot less on Casey and her betrayal. There was always something to do; hiking, swimming, canoeing, or even simple chores like fetching water and cutting firewood. -- It was a very beautiful Saturday in mid September. In the hope of finding better fishing, I decided to portage to a much larger lake about a half mile away. I was in my canoe a couple of hundred yards offshore when I heard a motorboat. It was bearing down on me. Jumping up, I waved my arms frantically, but it still kept coming. I was contemplating going into the water when it veered away with only seconds to spare. The centifugal force flipped a young boy over the gunwale. He wasn't wearing a life jacket. I quickly pulled off my jeans and dove into the spot where I could see his rising bubbles. His foot was caught in the fork of a waterlogged tree. I tried to pull him free, but his shoe was firmly stuck. I pulled the velcro straps and yanked his foot out, then towed him to the surface and swam for their boat. Pushing him over the side, I clambered in after him. He was not moving. Holding him upside down against my chest, I squeezed the water out of his lungs and then began CPR. By that time, two women in their mid twenties climbed into the boat, they would never have found him where they were looking. The kid started to cough and I knew he was going to be OK. When one of the two women reached out for him, I started barking orders. "With all that cold water in his lungs, he still has a good chance of suffering from hypothermia. Wrap him in some dry towels and hug into him so he can get your body warmth. Get him back to where you came from and feed him some hot liquids, then get him to a hospital." I was completely naked, I guess my undershorts came off with my jeans. The two women were staring at my crotch. The adrenaline rush had lengthened and thickened my dick a bit. Scowling at them, I slid over the side into the water. They started the boat and were gone. My canoe was awash from the wake of their boat, everything was soaked. I pushed it a couple of hundred yards into a sandy beach, wrung out my clothes and towels and hung them on tree branches to dry. I laid down on a wet beach towel and soaked up some of the late morning sun, then drifted off... I awoke to the sound of the same motorboat. A lone woman beached the craft, grabbed a beach blanket, some towels, and a picnic basket. I was sitting up naked when she came ashore. "And the others?" I asked. "Sheryl took Tommy to the hospital, they won't be back," she stood looking down at me, "I'm really sorry for what happened. Sheryl was driving my boat and she has very little experience, I think she panicked... I see you're still dressed the same. Do you want to get dressed or should I get undressed?" My mouth hung open, my brain not in gear. "Well, OK," she giggled as she pulled her Tshirt and shorts off, there was no underclothing. She was beautiful, large perky breasts, slim waist and generous hips and ass, a muscular 5'5". "You like?" she rotated her body and smiled through her sky blue eyes, her strawberry blond hair shining in the sun. She sat down beside me and ground her hip into mine. "We were in such a hurry, we didn't even have a chance to thank you for saving Tommy. I had to come back to do that, and..." she paused for a few seconds, "I had to see if that dick was real," she giggled and reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. "Most men I know would have a raging hard-on by now, are you gay? Do you have a physical problem?" "Mental..." I said. "Is that all?" she giggled. "Well, I can get into your head real quick." She pulled me over on my side. "Suck on one of these puppies," she pushed a tit in my mouth. I did and her nipple was almost half an inch long before she pulled it out and gave me the other one. She was moaning and stroking me cock... and I was getting hard. I'd never known a woman like this, she had no shame, no inhibitions. "Oh shit, I've got sand in my pussy, let's go in for a quick dip." She was a powerful swimmer. I was behind her, marveling at the sight of her pussy opening and closing with each frog kick on her back. As we were wading back to shore, she kissed me hard and gave my cock a couple of jerks. It certainly was raging hard now. We laid down on her beach blanket, she rolled me over on my back and hovered over me. "I've got to have this thing right now," she lowered herself down and grunted as she took the first few inches into her love hole. Slowly she began to move up and down taking more of me with each stroke. That love tunnel seemed to go on forever. I bottomed out when I met her pubis. "Oh, God, you've split my cunt wide open, your dick is right at the end. Get busy, I'm going to fuck your cock off." "I can't last long" I said, "I haven't been with a woman in months." "Good, that means you'll get hard again real quick." She moved faster, almost jumping on my cock. After only a couple of minutes, she clamped her pussy muscles and had a huge orgasm, shuddering and squealing and pouring her love juice down my cock onto my balls. "Oh God, oh God, I've never, never..." she moaned. After a moment's rest she started humping again. "More, more, I need more." I was holding off as best I could, waiting for her next orgasm. When I felt her getting close, I thrust upwards and let go. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fill me, do it, DO ITTTTTTT..." she screamed as my pulsing cock drove her over the edge again. She stopped breathing as she clenched my cock with her pussy. Ever so slowly, she came down from her climax and leaned over to kiss me. "You weren't kidding when you said you hadn't fucked for awhile. My pussy is totally filled with cum." She pulled off and wiped the cum flowing down the inside of her thighs. "Do you realize I fucked you and I don't even know your name?" she asked. "Les," I said. "Sandy," she smiled. She laid down on her back and spread her legs. "It'll go in easier this time, I'm stretched wide open. Put it in again before it gets too soft, let me work on it with my pussy." I obliged and she had me hard again in only a few minutes. "Now fuck the ass off me." I did. She was a wildcat, screaming her way through her many orgasms, each one seemingly more intense than the previous. After 15 minutes, she was openly bawling, thrusting up against me with every stroke, writhing and flailing. Another five minutes later, I told her I had to come. She held nothing back and wrapped her body around me, screaming her last orgasm as I pumped another substantial load into her spasming love hole. I held her ass into me until I started to soften, then reached for a towel to sop up the river of cum flowing out of her. "Did I hurt you?" "Oh God, no, I was enjoying the best fuck I've ever had. I've been in heaven, your cock has stretched me beyond belief, you fucked me so deeply. I never wanted this to end." I rolled over on my back and she was burrowed into my side, her tears running down my chest, her post orgasmic twitches shaking her body. "Was I good for you?" she asked. "The second best fuck I've ever had. My wife was the best, but that's over now..." "You want to tell me about her?" I did, including the sordid details of that terrible night. "That explains the anger I felt when you first entered me... I'm so sorry, it sounds like the two of you were very deeply in love... Now I have to tell you about myself. Here, suck on this puppy and don't interrupt." She stuck a tit in my mouth. "I'm 26 now, I married my high school sweetheart seven years ago. At first, we were great together... Then he started lying and cheating. The first time I caught him, he promised it would never happen again, but it was a joke. It got to be that I couldn't trust him. I didn't know where his dick had been and I lived in fear of getting an STD. I lied and told him the birth control pills were having an adverse effect on me and he would have to start wearing a condom... "Although we still copulated, our marriage was loveless so in search of some kind of meaningful relationship, I started fucking other men. I never found the right guy and after awhile, I became a slut, concentrating only on my own pleasure. We decided to end our marriage four months ago, our divorce will become final in a few weeks... "Sheryl is my best friend. After I signed the divorce papers, she confessed to me that my husband had fucked her before we were engaged, and that Tommy was his son. I popped her tit out. "How many men have you had since you've been married?" "More than you have fingers and toes, but you are only the second man who has ever ridden me bareback, all the rest wore condoms." "Why me?" "I was sure about you. It's very difficult for me to understand. Even though I only saw you for a few minutes, something deep inside of me wanted you as my soul mate. It wasn't just passion, though I had to find out about that part too... how do you feel about me?" "I think you're a slut, possibly even worse than my wife." "Yes, I can understand your moral code, you had an idyllic marriage," she sighed, trembling a bit, "I did not, but make no mistake, I would have fucked another 200 men to find you. I think the relationship we are embarking on is extremely rare. I have so many married friends who are living a lie..." "What makes you think I have the any feelings for you, other than being a good piece of ass?" "I don't think you do... yet. I'm too fast for you," she said, "but I did manage to seduce you, even though you had so much pent up hate and anger. That look is gone now, I only see want and lust. That's a very good first step." We ate her lunch naked and chatted a lot more about ourselves. She was right, from this brief encounter, I felt something I never thought I would feel except with Casey. "Will you come across the lake with me?" she asked, "Since Sheryl's gone back home, I have some steaks and a couple of bottles of good red wine." "Yes, just let me get my stuff." I loaded my wet clothes into her boat and pulled my canoe and fishing gear into the bushes. We arrived at her place, still naked. After hanging my stuff on the clothes line she turned and gave me a deep kiss. As we approached her rear patio doors, she hesitated and slowly turned back to me. "Les, you're the first man to enter this house since my father died two years ago. I promised myself it would only happen with the man I loved... I know this will sound silly, but please carry me across the threshold." I did and stood her up inside the door. "Thank you," she said, "I'll cherish this moment for the rest of my life." At that moment, I realized how vulnerable she was, almost like a child living in a fairy tale, not the passionate sensuous woman I'd made love to less than an hour ago. I reached out and gave her a heartfelt kiss. "Do your damndest, Sandy, make me love you." I watched that beautiful bare ass wiggle its way to the kitchen. I felt myself stir again and by the time she got back with a couple of flutes of bubbly, I was fully erect. "Ooooo, is that for me?" she knelt down and took my cock in her mouth. I laid back on the floor and pulled her around into a 69 position and started working on her clit. I made her come a couple of times before before I exploded. "Time for the chaser," she giggled as she grabbed the bubbly. Our juices certainly added some flavor. "That was only the second cock I've ever had in my mouth and the first time anyone has ever licked my pussy. I think it must be a lost art among young men nowadays," she said as she cuddled into me, "I'm suddenly very tired, Les, let's have a little nap before dinner." I awoke several hours later in the bedroom with her warm body cuddled into me. Was I dreaming or had I really made love to this free spirited woman? Everything that happened today seemed so strange, I felt as if my cock had been reattached to my body after a long hiatus. It showed me how it could become hard again, how it could seek forbidden fruits, wanting to pleasure and become pleasured. My mind had no control over it, my body's animal instincts had taken over... Those layers repressing my old self began to dissipate; the anger, mistrust, hurt, resentment, all were fading in the presence of this wild free soul. She awoke and lifted her head from my chest. "Hi lover, I slept so hard, my body went completely limp, you're the greatest lover I've ever had." We were still naked when I cooked the steaks and baked potatoes on a small Hibachi behind the house. She set the table and uncorked a bottle of red wine, then made a green salad and chopped some green onions and spices into a bowl of sour cream. I sat down next to her so I could fondle her breasts and pussy while she squeezed my cock. By the time we were finished eating, we were again fully aroused. "How's your singing voice?" I asked, picking her up, "Better tune up, you're going to need it in a few minutes." I carried her into her bedroom and laid her back with her feet dangling over the edge of the bed. "I want you to use your fingers and masturbate for me." "No, please, I want you inside me." "Please Sandy, do it for me, touch yourself in all those places you like to be touched, not just your clit." It was important to me. I had learned long before I was married, that every woman's pussy was different, and they liked some areas of stimulation more than others. "That's enough" I pulled her wet hand away, "I get the general idea." Kneeling on the floor, I pulled her ass closer to the edge of the bed and pushed her knees up. Blowing a hot breath into her slit, I went to work, licking from her puckered asshole to her clit hood. My tongue drove as deep as possible into her vagina and swirled around, repeatedly stabbing and rimming her. I moved up to her urethra and poked the tip of my tongue into that tiny piss hole. She moaned louder. Then I surrounded her already prominent clit with my mouth, gently sucking and flicking it with my tongue. I used both my hands to pinch and squeeze her outer labia until they became pink and swollen. My mouth moved down to her inner labia and I nibbled and licked until they swelled too. I again went back to working on her clit and stuck two fingers into her love hole, curling them upwards behind her pubis until I was massaging her g-spot. "Oh, Les, you're going to make me pee..." I ignored her, knowing this would soon pass. I stuck my wet ring finger into her anus, and soon had it joined by my little finger, rubbing that thin membrane between her rectum and her vagina. I used my thumb to massage her urethra, while sucking harder on her clit. She had a small orgasm first, soaking my mouth and fingers. I pushed my fingers in deeper, vigorously massaging the soft flesh covering her g-spot. She ejaculated, spraying my chest, instinctively trying to pull herself away from me, but I held her ass tightly with my other arm. "Oh God, Les, that felt so good, but I've pissed all over you..." "Naah, that was your g-spot ejaculation..." "Please stop," she sobbed, "you're killing me, I can't take anymore..." I ignored her and continued to suck harder on her clit. She came again, pulling my head into her pussy, clamping me with her thighs, squealing, shaking. "Please, Les, no more, put your wonderful cock into me, I promise I'll wash it right away." I pulled my hand away and drove my cock deep onto her love hole, she came on the fifth stroke, yelling at the top of her lungs, her creamy juices spraying out of her beautiful love slot, washing my cock and balls. Even though she was clamping my cock with her pussy muscles, I was so hard, I kept pumping into her. It wasn't long before she came for the second time, screaming again. "Fine voice" I chuckled. "Oh Les, this is so wonderful, I'll never get enough of you, please, fuck me harder..." "Doggy style," I said and flipped her over. I slammed it back in again, deeper now, my balls slapping against her clit. I pulled her knees together and straddled her calves. Her swollen labia helped grip my cock. She slapped her ass back at me with every stroke, grunting like an animal, coming almost continuously. She was hyperventilating when I blew my load deep inside of her. She fainted but her involuntary contractions continued to milk my cock. I laid down on the bedspread and pulled her up beside me. She awoke in a minute, breathing normally again. "Did I pass out?" she asked. "Yes, you were hyperventilating, we'll have to watch that next time." "I don't care, that was the most glorious fuck I've ever had in my life. You have no idea what you do to me. Those other men were just dildos, they didn't know how to fuck worth a shit." "There's a lot missing from your sex education, isn't there?" "Yes, but I know you're going to teach me everything. By the time we're done this weekend, I'm going to be your fuck toy." I picked her up and took her into the shower. Grimacing, she again swabbed out her love hole, and we soaped each other up. Again, she knelt and pulled my cock into her mouth. This was one thing she really knew how to do, I was erect in no time. We dried off and returned to her bed. "I want to do it again Les, but I'm so tender and I don't think I have any juice left. I have some lube in my purse on the kitchen counter, would you get it please? I don't think I can walk that far." I found it and some condoms too. I guess she kept them for her other lovers. I decided it was the right time to take her poop chute. I put on a condom and lubed up. "This is a good time for me to take your ass. Roll over and lift your beautiful butt, please." She did and I stuck the tube into her ass and squeezed some lube into her rectum, then spread a liberal amount around her sphincter. I held my cock tightly against her asshole, waiting for her to relax, then slowly slipped into her. She was breathing heavily but didn't cry out. Though I knew this was a new experience for her, she trusted me not to cause her pain. I slowly stroked into her, increasing the depth with every stroke until finally, I was all the way in. When Marriage Cools: Casey "Squeeze your asshole, baby, make my cock swell up as fat as you can." She did and my cock swelled until it became painful. "Oh Les, it feels like a baseball bat in there, but it does feel good. How is for you, honey?" "Perfect, I'm going to start fucking you now." I was pushing down on that thin membrane between her rectum and vagina. I could hear her vagina sucking and blowing with every stroke. I knew it wouldn't be long before she had an orgasm. "Oh, yes, that feels so good, I never dreamed it could be so good. I'm going to come, pound me harder..." She screamed as she came, but I just kept pounding, harder now. I could hear her love hole farting as she blew some of her cum out. I made her cum twice more as she bounced her lovely ass cheeks against me. As good as it felt, I really wanted to be back inside her pussy, so I pulled out and stripped the condom off. I pulled her ass up higher and jabbed into her sopping honey pot. "Yes, my darling, you DO know what I love, you feel so good inside me. It hurts but I can't get enough of you. Fuck me... grind into my hole... I'm coming again..." She had three more orgasms before I pulsed my load deep inside of her, making sure she didn't hyperventilate this time. I had come for the fifth time in a day and was totally exhausted. The sun had gone down and I fell into a deep sleep. -- Warm lips were on mine when I awoke Sunday morning. "Breakfast is ready, darling," she greeted me with a big smile, naked except for an apron. I made a grab for her but she pulled away. "Later, my dearest fuck machine, our omelet will get cold," she wiggled that lovely ass back to the kitchen. We ate, then made love again, slowly, gently. I finally got dressed and she took me back across the lake to my canoe. I promised to be back for lunch. I found the stream that fed my lake and pulled my canoe down, then paddled back to my cabin. I drove back to her place. She answered the door in her robe, but pulled it off when she saw who it was. I stripped too, and we went into the kitchen for lunch. She sat down on my cock, reverse cowgirl position, so we could eat and fuck at the same time. Then I took her to her bedroom and we fucked like a couple of animals for another hour. When it was time for us to leave, we exchanged cell phone numbers. "Les, there will be another time, won't there?" "Of course, why would you even ask?" "Because you'll be making love to your wife again." "Not after what she did to me, but I need to go home and spend some time with my daughters. I'll be back next weekend. You don't think I can stay away from your pussy, do you? " "I hope it's more than that. I don't want to lose you, Les. I think I'm falling in love and couldn't bear it if you never saw me again. I know how deeply you love her, but please... I could live with sharing you..." -- I was back in my office on Monday morning, a much changed man. I outdid myself, I chatted and kidded with everyone. Later in the morning, I was sitting at my desk, dreaming of Sandy and getting hard. Tammy came in with a dossier on upcoming negotiations. She was almost 30, short and cute, with a slim waist, large breasts, and a generous ass. When I stood up to take the folder from her hand, I think she saw my bulge. I quickly sat back down. She came around behind me and I felt her hot breath in my ear. "I think someone's been getting a little nookie lately and it's not from his wife... maybe I could get a little too." "Careful with that kind of talk, you may get that fine ass bounced off your bed." "Better do it soon lover, or I'll wear out my dildo," she laughed, putting a little extra swing in her ass as she left my office. My bulge got bigger. Damn, just a few weeks ago, I treated every woman as a worthless whore. Now I looked at all of them as fuckmates. My cock was begging for attention so I called Tammy's office. "Uh... how would you like to have lunch at your place in about an hour?" "I'll be there at twelve sharp," she giggled. Her apartment was only a few blocks away, so I walked over. She greeted me at her door, naked. "We have less than an hour, and I don't want to waste any time on preliminaries" she said, dragging me to her bedroom and undressing me, "Not to worry, lover, I'm safe." She laid down in front of me and spread her legs. I could see her pussy glistening with moisture, she was ready. I knelt down and pushed in. She couldn't take all of it, but she wanted to. She was wild and had a rash of orgasms before I blew into her. I rolled off beside her and started licking and sucking those big breasts. "How did you like it?" she asked. "Very pleasurable, you do know how to make a man feel good." "Enough to do it repeatedly, maybe every day?" "Whoa, that will start some talk around the office." "That's not what I had in mind, I have a couple of things to tell you that you may not know. It concerns the members of your negotiating team; Greg, Ron, and Diane. Both Greg and I work for Tony in the Marketing department. He got married a few weeks ago and wants to get off the road. I would like to take his place... Will you give me a try on the next round of negotiations? I can be very useful since I have been in marketing for four years and also have done a lot of research, both for products and companies involved." She held her breath. "Promise to fuck me every day while we're on the road?" I joked. "I could never pass on your cock, I've been fantisizing about it for years now." "I'll talk to my boss and Tony about it." "That's all I can ask for," she said, stroking my cock. "Now stick it back in, I need some more. Oh, and one more thing, Ron and Diane are already getting it on, so you'll be hearing wedding bells soon." Back at the office, there was a pile of stuff to go through and it was late by the time I grabbed a bite at a diner and went home. I left a note on the kitchen table telling my family I would be sleeping late and would see them for dinner the next day. -- I was on the sun deck when my daughters came home after school. They sat down on either side of me and hugged in close. "Oh father, it's so good to have you home, we haven't seen a lot of you lately," said Melissa, "It's Cheap Tuesday and we're going to the early movie tonight with some friends, but we would like to talk to you about mom before she gets home... "We don't know what happened between the two of you. Mom won't talk about it, but it must have been really terrible. She never goes anywhere except school or to shop for groceries. We hear her crying in her bedroom every night and hear her call your name. Lately, she's been crying at breakfast too." "We are really afraid she is going to break down..." said a concerned Melanie. "Can you please spend some time and talk to her tonight?" We sat and talked a bit more about their mother. I never mentioned her indiscretion and left them with the impression it was my fault for the rift between us. Casey walked in, dressed in a pair of shorts and a blouse. The girls gave me a kiss on each cheek and made themselves scarce. "Hello, Les," she gave me a weak smile looking down at my feet, the same way she had greeted me since the beginning of August. "Hello, Casey," I took her hand and pulled her down into the seat next to me. She was rigid. "I guess I don't feel like a snake to you today," she laughed nervously, still not looking up at me. "We need to talk." "Please, Les, not the divorce again," she buried her face in her hands and turned on the tears. "Maybe, it will depend on the answers I get today. First of all, have you been with another man since that night?" "Noooo, I promised there would never be another. I don't want any other man except you." "I don't know why I should believe a whore, but lying was never one of your vices." "Les, I will do anything to get you back, I swear, anything. I know it can never be the same, but I promise, I will work as hard as I can to please you and never ask for anything for myself." "Casey, I've thought long and hard about this. After 15 years of marriage, it's not easy for me to simply walk away. Part of me still loves you, but a larger part cannot get past your callous betrayal... "I know you have suffered for your indiscretion, but my taking a lover to get even, would only alleviate your suffering, you would treat it as payback... That won't do, I mean to make your suffering worse, much worse. I need you to understand the incredible pain you've caused me, the destruction of all the values I've held so dearly in my life... "My retribution will be one of denigration and humiliation. You will give me your body anytime I ask for it, and you will do it without any complaint or hesitation. I will treat you like the whore you are, so don't expect any sexual satisfaction for yourself... "I figure if you had forty men, some of them repeatedly. You owe me at least 50 or 60 fucks, some of which I'm going to unload in your asshole even though you never let me do it before. Since you are going to be cleaning my cock with your mouth, I suggest you get an enema kit. I will NOT be fucking your slut pussy, neither will I kiss of fondle you. If you start to enjoy your ass fucks, I will ram my cock down your throat... "I may not be here on most weekends and some nights because I'll be out fucking other women... So, what will it be? Sign the divorce papers now, or take the chance we may get together after your penance is over." "I will do anything you ask, Les, I love you." And so it went. In my bedroom, I took her doggy style in her asshole and then had her suck me off. She got no pleasure for herself, doing it solely to to please me and perhaps alleviate some of her own guilt. By the end of the week, I was feeling like shit. This retribution wasn't helping at all, I felt worse, defiling my woman. I knew then, I loved her much more than I realized. -- On Friday evening, I again went to Sandy's house on the lake. I was surprised to find Sheryl there as well. Sandy grabbed me immediately and took me to her bedroom. "Take me," she begged, "I've been leaking all day and I'm ready right now." After an intense fuck, we laid back gasping. I asked her about Sheryl and Sandy told me her story. "Sheryl is wealthy, she doesn't have to work but keeps her hand in her father's business. She doesn't have a man and has no desire to have one in her life, but she loves Tommy and wants to have another child... She wants you to impregnate her. She has always been my best friend and I really want you to do this for me too." "What... why me?" I choked. "You saved her child and you have a very strong healthy body, she thinks you will be the best stud for her baby. Also, you have two girls and she is hoping for a girl this time. You don't have to make love, you can just dump your cum into her." "Fat chance, if she wants my cum, she is going to have to earn it," I racheted. "I'm so glad you said that, it's what I want for her too. Maybe after she experiences you, she'll change her mind about getting a man of her own." "Or maybe I'll have two women to fuck when I come up here." "I won't mind that either," she giggled, "A threesome with Sheryl might turn me on, but I worry you won't have enough cock for both of us." We showered and Sandy and Sheryl made dinner. The discussion during dinner was very candid. We drank almost two bottles of wine and the girls talked about me as if I were a commodity. "I understand you have twins," Sheryl said to me, "Do you think you might be able to arrange a multiple birth for me too?" "Maybe," I said, "it will depend on how your pussy is constructed and how fertile you are." "I've taken a fertility drug and my thermometer says I'm ready now." We all went into the bedroom and stripped. Sheryl was a bit shy and self conscious. She was the same height as Sandy but the resemblance ended there. Her hair was a very dark brown and she had dark brown eyes. Her ass was small and tight, and was almost flat chested. Trembling a bit, she stared down at my big cock, unsure if she would be able to take it into herself. I put my arms around her. "Relax Sheryl, I promise to make you enjoy this." I laid her back and got my mouth onto her pink shaved pussy, using the same technique I used on Sandy. I parted her inner labia and licked up and down her slit. I poked my tongue into her very tight vagina. She had no sensitivity in her urethra but had a larger and longer clit than Sandy's. I flicked and gently sucked on it and was surprised at how fast she came. I had the feeling she masturbated a lot. "Oh, my, that feels so good, lick me faster, suck me harder, I want to come again," she keened. She did and I pushed some of her fluid into her vaginal opening with my tongue. She was ready so I ran my cockhead up and down her slit and pushed in. It took several strokes before reaching the bottom of her tight cunt. She wasn't very deep and I still had a couple of inches left. I withdrew a bit and tried to probe for a deeper spot alongside her cervix but there didn't seem to be one. Strangely, her soft, spongy cervix seemed to be the deepest spot. I was determined to push deeper, so holding my PC muscle firm, I grabbed her asscheeks with both hands and pulled her into me... Slowly, my cock managed to gain another inch. "Oh my God, my God, I've never felt anything like this," Sheryl grunted as she held onto my ass, helping me to penetrate further, "So thick," she moaned, "It hurts a little but it feels so good." I flipped over on my back without disengaging and pulled down on her hips and arched my back to drive it further in. She mewled louder but didn't try to pull off. Sweat started to roll down her body, from both her exertion and her arousal. Finally, I was all the way in, my pubis tight against hers. "Oh, God, this is incredible. I wouldn't have thought it was possible. My cunt's swallowed your whole cock... Yes, Les, fuck me, I'm gonna cum again." More of her cum ejected out of her pussy. She didn't stop bouncing. "Uh... uh... uh..." she grunted, "I'm going... to lose... control..." I signaled Sandy to get me a couple of towels. At first, Sandy was extremely turned on by the sight, masterbating her twat with a couple of fingers while she sat on a chair beside the bed. Sheryl was losing it, pumping up and down, trying to force me in deeper. She was no longer coherent, just grunting and making gutteral noises. Suddenly her bladder let go and she pissed all over me, but I was ready with the towels. I don't think she even realized she had urinated, just kept on bouncing as she had another huge vaginal orgasm. She was oblivious to all of this, she could only feel my cock bashing her cervix, reaching for her womb. She was crying crocodile tears, grunting like an animal as she pounded down on me, her vaginal muscles gripping ever more tightly on my shaft. She came again, gasping and screaming, almost choking on her own spittle. It leaked out of her mouth and ran down her chest, but still she wouldn't stop, didn't want to stop. Sandy was in a panic when she saw Sheryl was out of control. "Please shoot, your going to kill her, please Les, don't do this." Sheryl looked at her with glazed eyes of pure lust, telling Sandy without a word, that she didn't want it to end. Her sinuses started to drain too. She used her hands to spread her drool and snot over her chest and engorged nipples as she now screamed louder and longer. "Les, for God's sake, give her release, she can't take any more," Sandy cried for her friend. I didn't want it to end either, I never had this experience before in my life and couldn't stop. My cock was like a steel rod as I hammered into her depths. Sheryl was oblivious to everything except my cock moving in her cunt, she blubbered and bawled and screamed. I thrusted even harder into her. "Please, Les, please," Sandy was shrieking, "you're hurting her, stop it. STOP IT." I ignored her, "Yes, Sheryl, yes, fuck me with that tight cunt. Come and get your babies, squeeze them out of my cock." I kept plunging it in, faster and harder. I felt as though my entire cock was in a pulsating vise, I couldn't hold it any longer and pumped my seed into her womb. Sheryl screamed in pain as she felt her womb expand with my load... She fainted and slumped onto me. Sandy was so upset, she flapped her arms like a headless chicken, sure I had killed her friend. "Get some cold water washcloths and we'll revive her," I spoke calmly. I rolled Sheryl off onto her back and slowly removed my softening cock. Her vaginal entrance was at least an inch in diameter, but I couldn't see any of my cum. I imagined that her cervix was closing, trapping most of my cum inside of her womb. Of course, it would eventually leak out, but not before my swimmers found their mark. Sandy ran back from the washroom and started wiping Sheryl's face and forehead. "Goddamn you, Les, goddamn your hide, you hurt her, you hurt her so badly," she was trembling and bawling. "No, she's going to be all right." Sheryl opened her eyes after a few minutes. At first, she didn't know where she was or what had happened. Slowly her eyes focussed and a broad grin spread across her face. She was deeply flushed, like a young mother who had just delivered her baby. My cock may have made her feel like she had. "Oh, Les, that was the most fantastic, incredible fuck I've ever had. I'll bet not one woman in ten thousand has this experience in their lifetimes. I never wanted it to end, I would have fucked you until my heart stopped... Do you think I'll have a multiple birth?" "At least two, maybe three or four," I said, kidding her. "Oh, I hope so," she looked over at Sandy, "Thanks for letting me have him and I'm sorry if I scared you. I was a little scared myself, not from the fucking, but by my all consuming lust for this man. If he had pulled out his cock too soon, I might have bitten it off and eaten it." "Sandy," I asked, "Would you get a basin of warm water and face cloths and towels. We'll give her a sponge bath and then let her get some sleep. She's in no shape to get up and walk." "Thanks guys," Sheryl said, "I'm so sorry I made such a mess." Sandy was still crying when I jumped in for a quick shower. When I got back, I helped Sandy get the bedspread from underneath Sheryl and we tucked her under the covers. She was as pliable as a rag doll, moaning as we manipulated her body into a comfortable sleeping position. She was snoring when we left the bedroom. I made some coffee and sat down with Sandy and tried to console her. She was still pissed at me. "Was that necessary?" she sniffed. "I don't know, but I think it was a better way of ensuring a multiple birth, sort of a 'direct deposit'." "I still think you hurt her, and I will never forgive you if you have." I pulled her into me and grinned, "I'm still horny and can be persuaded to squirt some cum for you too." "Please Les, I'm too upset right now. Go into the spare bedroom and I'll join you there after I check on Sheryl." I waited, but I think she was too concerned for her friend. I fell asleep and didn't wake until 6AM. When I peeked into their bedroom, they were both under the covers, sound asleep. The house had cooled off considerably so I got dressed. Entering the kitchen, I made some scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. I took up a couple of trays to the girls. Sheryl was beaming but Sandy was dour. I knew I was in trouble so I went back to the kitchen and ate my breakfast alone, then went back to the bedroom to collect the trays. Sandy was still pissed. "You bruised her with that horse cock," Sandy accused. "I fucked her, if that's what you mean," I shot back. When Marriage Cools: Casey "You didn't need to be that brutal," Sandy rebutted. Sheryl came to my defense, "Whoa... Don't you two get into a fight because of me... Sandy, I don't care if I'm a little sore, I wouldn't trade that experience for anything... Les, please get undressed and get into bed beside Sandy." I did, putting my arms around this beautiful woman, my erection pressing against her leg. "Please make love to each other" Sheryl pleaded, "You are so beautiful together. This was a one time thing for me and I never want to come between you." I rolled on top of Sandy and she spread her legs to receive my cock. I pushed gently into her as she stared at the ceiling, mouth agape. Regardless how she felt about my lovemaking session with Sheryl, I knew she would completely surrender her body to me. She mewled as her first orgasm hit and her pussy muscles grasped me. Sheryl was leaning over toward us, tears and lust in her eyes. "Yes, Les, fuck her, she wants you so badly, she needs you, you bring her so much joy." Sandy came again, bucking and writhing under me, her lust building with each orgasm. "He's almost ready again. Let's make sure," Sandy rolled me onto my back and Sheryl impaled herself again, gasping as I again plumbed deeply into her sore, spasming cunt. "Yes," Sheryl whimpered, "give me a fresh load of cum... make sure I'm fertilized," her love hole tightened, "But please, I can't do another one like last night, it'll kill me. Please squirt." I did and she grunted as I filled her womb. She rolled over on her back and almost immediately fell asleep. Sandy led me to the spare bedroom and sucked me up hard again. We made love for almost an hour. "Les, I'm going to have to leave soon and take Sheryl home. Can we meet again next weekend?" "Of course, but no more surprises. Just you and me, OK?" -- Monday evening after school, Casey again came to me in my bedroom. She knew the routine, she stripped and waited for me to stick my cock into her mouth. I looked down at this submissive woman and felt deeply ashamed. "I'm not sure this is what I want," I said. "Wh... what do you mean?... what do you want?" "I want to make love to you, Casey. I want to see if there's any of the magic we once had." "Don't wake me up," she sobbed, "this is just another one of my crazy dreams." I pinched one of her nipples, hard, then picked her up and laid her gently on my bed. I stripped myself, then started working on her body with my mouth. She was in awe. "Is this really happening, is my husband going to make love to his whore?" "Quit saying that, you're my wife, not a whore." I poised myself above her, my hard cock just touching the entrance to the vagina I had made love to for fifteen years. She stopped breathing, just staring up into my eyes. I slowly entered her snug quim. "Please relax Casey, I'm going to make love to you, not punish you, that's over," I continued to push deeper into her warm sheath. "I can't help it, I can't believe this is happening, I love you, oh Les, I love you so much, I want to feel you throb inside of me," she bucked up at me with every stroke. I couldn't hold it... I laid down beside her. "You didn't come, Casey" "I'm sorry, I was too tense, I wanted it to be the best I could give you. I still can't believe you were inside of me. I promise, I'll go crazy on the next one. Please come into the shower with me, I don't want to let you out of my sight. I'm so afraid you might not be here when I come out." We got into the shower and she made a corkscrew out of a wash cloth and pulled my cum out of herself. We soaped each other and I sucked her nipples. She sucked my cock until I was erect again. I picked her up and lowered her down on my cock as she wrapped her beautiful legs around my hips. I pushed her against the shower wall and humped into her. "Oh, yes, Les, give me your wonderful hard cock, I'm going to come for you, I need you so badly, darling... harder... deeper... oh jeeezzz..." I felt her warm fluid gush down my cock. I kept stroking, unable to get enough of her pussy, that wonderful love hole I had stroked a million times. She came again, keening, clenching, humping... Yes, this was my Casey. After she came the third time, I blew into her, pushing her over the edge for her fourth body wracking orgasm. I pulled out and stood her up on her rubbery legs. She went down on her knees and pulled my softening cock into her mouth, trying to suck the last drops of juice out. She cleaned herself out again, then dried each other off. When we got back into bed, she pulled into me so hard, I had trouble breathing. "Was it just sex, Les? Or do you still have some feelings left for me?" "I love you, Casey, I've always loved you... but now, there's someone else too. She's a wild thing, she made me realize I could still make love. She told me a week ago I would make love to you... I told her it was nonsense but she was right." "It's OK, Les, I forfeited my right to your monogamy with my infidelity... If you can sleep with me when you are home, I will never ask for more. I will never interfere with your other lover, or lovers for that matter. I promised I would never be with another man and I will keep my promise too. Besides, why would I, when I have the best? I've had the very best for fifteen wonderful years of my life... "Oh Les, if I could take back that one horrific night. I would give anything..." she was crying into my shoulder when she fell asleep. I was laying on my back, staring at the ceiling, thinking back to the fateful day of her confession. In those previous years, I should have been paying a lot more attention to her feelings. I had never given her any explanations of the signs I had on my body and clothes. I took her trust for granted and when her trust broke, I threw her aside, never once considering her feelings, only my own self centered emotions. She needed me desperately and I only punished her. Her suffering fueled my hate and resentment. I was a coward, running away from the problem, rather than trying to understand it and heal it. I knew that now, and now I only wanted to make up for it. I hugged her relaxed body and drifted off to sleep. When I awoke, she was smiling up at me. "I've been awake for some time" she said, "just watching you sleep." "Casey, we have to get dressed and go upstairs, I want the girls to see us together when they get home." I laid down on the couch in the living room while she fetched a couple of glasses of white wine. We toasted our love for each other and drank deeply. She laid down on top of me, nestling her face in my neck while I reached around her ass and stroked her inner thigh. She pulled her body forward and bared one of her breasts for my mouth. That's the way our girls found us. I felt soft kisses and warm tears on my cheek. "Our prayers have been answered," Melissa sobbed. They were both bawling. I felt a little embarrassed as I pulled my mouth off of Casey's hard nipple. "We're going to bed," Casey smiled, "If you hear noises from our bedroom, they will be the screams of your mother's pleasure, I hope we don't keep you awake all night." Melanie blurted out, "I hope we can watch you some day..." she immediately blushed. "Maybe," I said, "when you graduate from high school and before you go on to university, your mother and I will demonstrate our love for each other." Casey and I went to our bedroom and stripped. "Our lives have changed, Casey, but I still do love you and I know you love me. I'll do my best to put that beautiful smile back on your face. Now, let's make love again, I can't get enough..." "Nor I, of that big thick cock. God, I love to feel it inside me." Casey was a very athletic woman and could contort her body into unbelievable positions during our lovemaking. But her favorite position was on top, where she had complete control. Pillows prop me up in a reclining position, while I suck and nibble her nipples. She can aim my cock to exactly where she wants it to hit her sweet spots. By controlling the pace, she can tease herself to produce orgasms that are truly explosive. My favorite position is a modified missionary style. She props her head and shoulders up with pillows and uses her arms to pull her knees up to her shoulders, such that her ass is curled upwards off the bed. My stroke first hit her g-spot then continues down her love tunnel until it bottoms out. If we're really lucky, we come at the same time and it brings tears of joy to her eyes. ...When there is love and great sex, it's the most incredible feeling in the world... -- When I got back to the office the next morning, my boss George, asked me to lead the team of Diane, Greg, Ron, and myself for more negotiations again in the Orient. I agreed, but told him we needed to make a small change. "We have a bit of a problem. Greg has recently married and wants to spend more time with his bride. He has approached me and asked if he could switch with someone else. I recommend Tammy, she wants to travel, and is easily as competent as Greg." George said it was OK with him as long as I thought the team could remain effective. I related everything to Casey that night and told her that Tammy and I would likely be copulating during our absence, that I could no longer do without a woman for that length of time. "Yes," she said, "I know Tammy, give her a good porking while you're gone, but please remember who's waiting for you at home." Casey and I again made intense love that night, I think she wanted to prove that she was always going to be a better lover than any other woman. I believed it too. -- Friday night, I was again back at Sandy's place on the lake. She greeted me with a one hour fuck but the magic was no longer there. After we were done, she started the discussion. "Preliminary tests show that Sheryl is pregnant, I'm extremely happy for her... I also know that you and Casey are back together, a woman can tell about such things." She sucked in a breath, "I so much wanted it to be you and me, but I realize that will never happen... Les, I want to have children too, not out of wedlock, but with a lifelong mate, a man who I can love and one who will love me. I don't know if I will ever find him but I must try... You may have thought that you were the emotional cripple in our relationship but you were wrong, it was me. You have shown me how much love I can give a man, and I will always be deeply indebted to you." After that, she treated every orgasm she as if it would be her last. When we parted on Sunday, I told her I would not be able to see her for another three weekends, since I would be on the other side of the Pacific. ...We kissed and hugged and shed a few tears. We both knew it was over... -- The next Tuesday, my team left for a two week trip to the Pac Rim. On our way over, we discussed sleeping arrangements. Rather than getting four separate rooms, we decided to opt for a two bedroom suite with a hot tub, a huge balcony, and other amenities. Tammy handled herself very well in the negotiations but not so good in bed. She insisted on driving my pole into herself as far as she could. By the end of the second night she was too sore to fuck anymore. Our first set of negotiations was expected to take six days but we managed to finish in four. We celebrated by lolling around in the hot tub, drinking bubbly. As the evening progressed, the girls got frisky. Diane started the discussion on sex. "As you know, Ron and I are planning on getting married, but we have one stumbling block. I think I'd like to swing but he's not happy with the idea. Now might be the perfect time to find out what it's all about. What do you two think?" Everyone fell silent. Ron was pissed, looking like a man whose marriage engagement had just ended. Tammy was agape, her eyes darting back and forth between Ron and myself. I think she was worried about my reaction more than anything. Diane just smiled, keeping her eyes fixed on mine. She was a 28 year old tall blonde, almost six feet with a very nicely proportioned body. She didn't have Tammy's large tits but they looked to be a very nice handful. I stood up, my semi erect cock pushing against my trunks. "Let's give it a try. We'll meet back here in the hot tub in an hour." Diane and I got out of the hot tub, peeled out of our swimsuits and toweled off. All the way to our room, she never took her eyes off my equipment. When I looked back, Ron had moved next to Tammy and pulled her top off, giving him access to her nipples. He immediately took one into his mouth and his hand disappeared under the water between her legs. I laid Diane down and ate her bare pussy. She was a lot more animated than Tammy. After she came a second time, she offered to suck my cock, but I was more interested in exploring her depths. I was hoping she would be deeper than Tammy and wasn't disappointed. I was all the way in, pushing my cock into the end of her hole. "Les, that's such a wonderful cock. Ron is as thick but he could never reach the end of my cunny. Let's hump, I'm going to come often." She did. She was so horny, I had the feeling she could have continued for hours. After I came the second time, I told her the hour was up and we had to get back to the hot tub. Ron and Tammy were still in the other bedroom, grunting and moaning. While we waited in the hot tub, Diane sucked my cock. She was good at it. ...The partner switch became permanent for the rest of the trip. Diane and I kept each other well drained... -- Over the next year, negotiation methods changed. With the advent of video cams and high speed satellite communications, we now did most of our long distance negotiations by video conferencing. We could put up a collage of each team on the same screen. It did have some advantage in that we could archive the proceedings and review them before resumption the next day. My travel time fell to almost zero. Ron and Diane split up and Ron married Tammy after her belly rose. Tony and Diane quit and joined different companies. I never heard from them again. I never found out who set me up with that lap dancer. I suspected it was the group of negotiators, though I never knew if it was meant to be malicious or as a gratuity. The police never found Frank and Bart, the two men who had repeatedly raped Casey. I could only hope that they also got infected and that their dicks fell off as a consequence. I never heard from Sandy or Sheryl again, though I learned through the grapevine they were living together. Sheryl gave birth to twin boys. I was back in Casey's saddle again. It seemed almost like old times, like it was before that horrific night. But things were never quite the same. During our first fifteen years, we gave our bodies solely to one another. I loved to do a very thorough job of oral on her, she truly had the most beautiful pussy of any woman I'd ever known. But it was different now. When I tried to tongue or rim her vagina, it didn't taste the same. Maybe it had something to do with the STDs she'd had. Or maybe it was a subconscious mental block, remembering there had been fortysome stinking, disease ridden cocks in there. Casey also suffered from the experience. She wasn't as enthusiastic about doing oral on me either, no doubt remembering all the cocks she had in her mouth. That missing part of our lovemaking probably contributed to my later bizzare behaviour. After Sandy and the other young women I'd had, I began chasing younger pussy. Even though I tried to convince myself I still loved only Casey, I kept after the fluff. Casey tried very hard to hold things together and at times, so did I, staying away from those bimbos for months at a time. But every time I fell, she knew, and it hurt her badly. Finally, after two years, she couldn't take anymore and petitioned for a divorce. At first, I begged and pleaded, but we both knew I wasn't going to change. The twins blamed me for the breakup. I never knew if Casey told them about that fateful night. I moved out and a year later, the girls graduated from high school and went on to university in another city. Casey sold the house and moved with them, buying a three bedroom bungalow for the twins and herself. She went back to teaching. Even though I had many other women, the absence of Casey and the girls left a huge void in my life. Somehow, I always believed that time would heal our wounds and we would get back together. That hope ended after the twin's sophomore college year when I got an engraved invitation to Casey's wedding. Three days afterwards, I received a letter from Melanie, asking me not to attend. She said her mother still cared for me and that my appearance would make things very awkward. She also promised to write once in awhile, but that she and Melissa never wanted to see me again. I cried that night, cried for the loss of my family. A few months later, Melanie sent a large framed picture of Casey, Melissa, and herself. Casey sat between them while the two girls stood beside her. She wore the same wedding dress as the one we were married in. The girls were gorgeous but none as beautiful as Casey, she took my breath away. -- During the ensuing years, the twins graduated and married. Melanie sent a note and family pictures about once a year. That was as close as I would ever come to seeing any of them again... EPILOGUE I awoke from my dream, the same dream I'd been having for many years. Casey and I were in our happy home when the twins were small. I held her beautiful body close to mine as we danced around our living room floor, smiling at each other, whispering little love words. My eyes snapped open, aching arms empty. Yes, Casey and the twins were there, smiling down at me... but it was only the faded picture of the three of them, hanging on the wall beside my bed. I desperately wanted to go back to sleep, to relive more of that happy dream. But as always, it didn't happen. My one room hovel closed in on me, sink full of dirty dishes, unwashed clothes piled in a corner, a half bottle of cheap wine still on the kitchen table. Opening my only window to the late afternoon sun, I tried to air out the incredible stench. There was no letter from Melanie in the mailbox, hadn't been one for almost a year, another low point to start my day. Stumbling to the washroom, I paused to study myself in the mirror, red puffy eyes rimmed by thinning grey hair and a grizzled beard, those haunting eyes staring back at me, taunting me, daring me to ask if Casey and I could have made it... A stupid musing. Of course we could have, I loved her... I only had to try a little harder... Far too late now, they were all gone; Casey, my girls, my unknown grandchildren. Shaving in front of my reflection, I wondered what they were doing at that very moment. Were they all at some family gathering? Enjoying their loved ones, laughing, hugging each other? Did they ever think of me? With a sound somewhere between a sigh and a sob, I climbed into my cleanest dirty shirt and cinched up the belt under my overhanging gut, getting ready for my date with the fat cook from the greasy spoon down the street. Well, at least she would spring for my dinner. ...I sure hope she's a better fuck than that sloppy old cunt I had last Friday... THE END