0 comments/ 64926 views/ 9 favorites Love Gone Wrong By: Agena Thanks to fdkman for editing this story. His help is much appreciated. * It had all gone wrong. We had been so happy. I knew when I first met her that she was for me. She was 5' 7" to my 5' 10", slim, with a nice figure (34", 28", 33") with lovely, long legs and a fabulous ass that made me drool when I looked at her. With her shoulder length, auburn hair and her vivacious, friendly personality she was my dream girl. She wasn't the prettiest girl but she was the type of girl that you looked at and knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Her name was Anne and we'd met in college at a dance. My name is Dan. I know, it rhymes; Anne and Dan. Easy to remember. I don't know what she saw in me, but after we were introduced it was just her and I from then on. We were both juniors when we met and both virgins. Our first sex came after two months of dating and some heavy petting. Our lust was consummated in my dorm room. We were both shy and a little scared as our kissing and fondling through our clothes moved on into removing them. When I first saw her body lying naked before me in the dim light of a reading lamp on the desk near the bed I was almost overwhelmed and close to cumming. She was so beautiful that I bent down, softly kissed her lips and then each of her nipples on the firm breasts that she offered to me. She sighed and grasped my head; pulling me against her breast and I began to lightly suck on it. I wasn't a complete novice at pleasing a woman. As a young twenty year old I'd spent a lot of time on the net reading How To stories on Literotica. It was a great learning tool and helped me establish a technique for making love to a woman without having to go through years of experimentation. The secret was love, patience and giving of yourself to please your partner. She wasn't on birth control pills so I had to use a condom. She giggled nervously as she watched me struggle to get my first one on. When I finally succeeded I bent over and kissed her again and our tongues dueled inside her mouth. I was so hot I hoped I could last until I had it inside her. My tongue slipped away from her mouth and continued down to her breasts again where I suckled each of her sensitive nipples in turn. She placed her hands lightly on th back of my head and moaned a little as my lips worked on her hard little nubs then I slipped my mouth over the soft cones of flesh in an attempt to suck it all inside. I felt like I wanted to swallow them whole. "Oh, Dan! That feels so good," she told me as she pressed down slightly on my head. My tongue continued down her body as I knelt between her legs that were spread wide to receive me. When I reached her navel I gently swabbed out the little cavity then moved my tongue further down across her taut belly toward my ultimate goal. Anne was breathing hard and her hands still rested on the back of my head as I encountered the first pubic hairs of her lower regions. The odor of her arousal assailed my nostrils and I felt her hands tighten on me. "Dan, you don't have to do that." I raised my head and looked at her. "I want to do this for you more than anything in this world." She looked at me and smiled than threw her head back and pushed my face down to her sex and thrust up her hips. I could feel my cock throbbing in the confines of the condom as I pushed mt tongue inside the folds of her sex and reveled at her response. "Oh! Oh! OOOHHHHOOOOOO!" She moaned loudly as I found her clitty protruding from her labia. Her hips bucked against my face as she began to orgasm under my ministrations. "Oh god! Oh god! OH GOD!" She cried as she mashed my face into her crotch trying to make the sensations that were being produced in her groin last forever. As she slowly began to come down from her high I felt so happy that I had pleased her our first time. "Oh thank you Dan. That was glorious. Get on me now and put your penis inside me. I want to feel you there." I hurried to comply and I was pleased she didn't appear embarrassed as she took my cock and brought it to the entrance of her vagina. Her total wetness allowed me easy access and I slowly pressed into her and she guided me with her hands on my hips. I felt a sudden resistance and she murmured. "Do it Dan. Make me a woman." Her hands grasped my ass and gave a sharp pull even as I thrust forward. She gave a small moan and then I was deep inside her with our pubic hairs pressed together. I barely got past her torn hymen when my cock began spurting its load into the condom and I groaned in relief. I was immediately embarrassed at my lack of staying power and she seemed to know it. "It's all right Dan. We have all night my love." "Thank you my darling." The words of endearment were new to our lips but they seemed so right as I moved my weight onto my elbows and lowered my head to kiss her tenderly. She put her arms about my neck and returned my kiss. "This means forever, doesn't it?" I asked. "Forever and ever." she responded and with those words we were one. We spent the night together expressing our love and deep commitment to one another. When summer came we went back to our homes that were 80 miles apart but we overcame that distance every weekend. Our parents understood, thankfully, and gave us the time alone together we needed. When we started into our senior year that fall we shared a small off campus apartment that was one of the happiest times of our lives. We also began to plan for our wedding immediately after graduation. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ After graduation we were both lucky to find jobs in a nearby city and we rented an apartment there. The wedding was a large family affair held in Anne's church with a reception at the country club afterward. Our honeymoon was a brief weekend affair since we had just started to work and hadn't accumulated any vacation time yet. I promised her that someday we would have our honeymoon. Our sex life continued to improve with the help of Literotica and she learned to like cock sucking. She even began to swallow it. We decided neither one of us was interested in anal sex. Maybe we were missing something but we seemed to have a fulfilling sex life without it. Settling down we began to save money toward a house and in a couple of years we'd accumulated enough for a down payment on our dream house in the suburbs. She was on birth control pills and went off them after we moved into our new home. Within three months she announced one evening that she was pregnant and our cup seemed to overflow with love and accomplishment. We were living the dream life. Our son, Justin, was born at 3 AM in the local hospital almost seven months later. Anne had a routine birth without complications and we were able to take him home within a couple of days. Anne took maternity leave to be with the baby and then planned to take off a year from work. Our life settled down into a routine revolving around my work and the baby. Of course we were aware of Sudden Infant Death Syndrom (SIDS) and took what precautions we could to reduce the risks associated with it. Our pediatrician told us that even by doing all the things necessary to reduce the risk that it could still occur but the chances it would happen were small. So we weren't too concerned. I was working late one night trying to get a presentation prepared when I got a call from Anne. She was hysterical. "DAN, SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH JUSTIN. HE'S NOT BREATHING!!" she screamed. "Did you call 911?" "No, I just found him. I was doing the laundry and when I left he was fine." "Hang up Anne and call 911." The phone slammed down and I ran to the exit to try to get home as soon as possible. I worked on the other side of the city from our home and it took almost twenty minutes to get there. When I arrived an ambulance was parked in our driveway with lights flashing and neighbors were standing around outside. I rushed past them and into our house. Anne was standing looking down on the floor in our bedroom as EMTs were in the process of trying to revive our four month old son. I grabbed her and held her in my arms and we watched as they worked but to no avail. It soon became apparent that he was gone. What followed was a time of extreme grief and pain. Anne was in a state of shock through the subsequent funeral and for a week afterward. I was devastated but able to function to make the funeral arrangements and handle our families. Except for the funeral service Anne spent the time in bed crying, only getting up to eat occasionally or go to the toilet. I tried to comfort her and to get her involved but she just wanted to be left alone. Even her mother and sister couldn't get through to her. The week after the funeral was very quiet at our house. At night I tried to cuddle with her but she just pushed me away. I stayed home a few days after the funeral to keep her company but she wouldn't communicate with me and I realized she had some issues with me that she wouldn't discuss or enlighten me about. Finally, I had to go back to work, but before I did I asked if she wanted me to set up an appointment with someone who could talk with her about what was bothering her. I suggested our pastor or a councelor, but she adamantly refused. When I suggested she might want to consider going back to work she screamed at me to leave her alone. Things went from bad to worse in our marriage over the next 3 months. Before Justin's death our home was immaculate all the time. Now meals weren't prepared, dishes were not washed many days, laundry not done, beds not made and I had to take on these tasks after working ten hour days and some weekends. Anne would just sit in a dirty housecoat all day watching inane programs like Jerry Springer on TV. She didn't take care of her personal appearance and her hair became long, dirty and unkempt. The thing that I felt the worse was that she wouldn't be intimate with me in any way. When I tried to reason with her, that she had to get over Justin's death, she just screamed obscenities at me. I knew that something had to give in the situation we were in but I didn't know what form it would take. It appeared that divorce may be the only solution so we could get on with our lives separately. The thought of divorce was abhorrent but I could not see any future for us unless something changed soon. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ One day I came home from work and found her gone. I had a lonely dinner and about 9 o'clock I heard a car stop in our driveway. Looking out the window I saw her getting out of a strange car after kissing the driver. It was apparent she was inebriated when she came in. She had cleaned herself up but was dressed sort of sluttishly with a short cocktail dress that I'd never seen before. Her hair was mussed and her lipstick was smeared as though she'd been involved in some heavy necking. "Where have you been." "I don't have to tell you anything. Leave me alone,"she slurred as she responded. "You're my wife, Anne. I believe you have some responsibility to me and our marriage." "Fuck you and the marriage. I'm going to bed." "Anne, please talk to me." She walked away from me down the hall but just before she turned into our bedroom she turned and told me, "Find some place else to sleep from now on." She then entered the room and slammed the door. I slept in our guest room that night and I lay awake for a long time remembering how we were so happy and how we enjoyed lovemaking together. I had a feeling that if something didn't change our marriage was coming to an end. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next day I came home from work at my regular time and found a strange car parked in our driveway so that I couldn't get to our garage. I had to park in the street. It looked like the car that had dropped her off the night before. Entering the house through the front door I looked around the living room and kitchen but didn't see anyone. I walked down the hall toward the back of the house and heard voices coming from our bedroom. The door was open and I looked inside apprehensively. Anne's voice called out as I peeked around the door frame. "Fuck me Charlie. Give it to me hard. My wimpy, little dick husband can't satisfy me." A naked man lay between my wife's outstretched legs fucking her with abandon. His hairy ass going up and down with wild thrusts into her pussy. Anne was looking at the door and smiled at me as I stood in the doorway and stared at the sordid scene in front of me. She was expecting me and I knew she was doing this to hurt me, but I didn't know why. "GET OUT!!" I hollered and the guy leaped off Anne and I heard the pop as he hurriedly jerked his cock out of her. "Shit!!" he cried. "I thought you told me your husband was away on business." He quickly yanked on his pants, grabbed the rest of his clothes and rushed by me heading for the front door. I turned back to Anne; my heart felt cold and I was mad.. She still lay naked on the bed with her legs askew, smiling at me. "Why didn't you just ask for a divorce, Anne? Why go through this? You may have caught AIDS or some other STD." The smile left her face as I turned and went down to the garage. I found a large suitcase and a garment back and went back to our bedroom. She still lay there and watched as I began to pack my clothes. "Where are you going?" she asked. "I'm leaving you. I'll see a lawyer tomorrow and get him started on the divorce. We can just go for irreconcilable differences, make a 50/50 split on the assets and it'll be all over." When I finished packing I turned to her and said, "Goodbye Anne. I hope you realize soon that you're sick and need help. Please see a councelor." I'll be back to pick up the rest of my stuff this weekend." She was still lying naked on the bed, her face expressionless, when I left and went to a motel. The next day I contacted a lawyer that was recommended to me by one of my work colleagues and went to see him. I told him what I wanted and he told me that without children it would be a simple divorce if both parties agreed. I asked him to proceed with the assumption it would be uncontested. I returned to work but I couldn't concentrate. I kept seeing Anne with the guy in bed together and once I had to rush to the toilet to upchuck my lunch. I felt as devastated as when we'd lost Justin. I continued to live at the hotel on a weekly basis and eating in restaurants. It was lonely but it gave me time to think and I hoped it would do the same for her. I called our parents and let them know we were separated. I especially asked her parents to look in on her and make sure she was alright after explaining what she'd been going through since Justin's death. They were saddened about our splitting up and wondered if I thought we would get back together someday. I responded by just telling them I'd initiated divorce proceedings and a separation period of three months was required before the divorce could be finalized. They understood that I was giving Anne three months to get herself straightened out and they would have to get involved if there was any hope for our marriage. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Three weeks after leaving her my cell phone rang one evening. Caller ID told me it was Anne and I hesitated to respond. Reluctantly, I took her call. "What is it Anne?" "Dan, I need you." "If you have a problem why don't you call your folks?" "I need you Dan. Please!"She sounded as though she was getting desperate. "I don't know why I should be involved with you any more Anne. Is there a reason I should be?" "Please Dan. If you have any feelings left for me, please come." I could hear a desperate pleading in her voice. "I don't think we should be alone together Anne. Did you get the notice regarding the divorce petition yet?" "Yes, I received it a week ago and it just about destroyed me. " "All right, how about we meet at Denny's at Main and Harper?" "OK. In half an hour?" "That's fine." After hanging up I wondered if I'd been correct in agreeing to meet with her without my lawyer present. Too late now, I thought as I prepared to go out. I got to the restaurant a little early and parked across the street to watch for her arrival. When she arrived I waited until she'd entered before heading across. She was seated in a booth in an isolated corner and she saw me as I approached. She immediately rushed toward me and tried to throw her arms around me but I fended her off. "Just sit down Anne. I'll listen to what you have to say then I'm going to leave." The waitress came about then and we ordered coffee. After the coffee was served I looked at her closely. She looked better than she had when I lived at home. Her hair was clean and combed and she had a little makeup on and was dressed conservatively. She seemed a little thinner but she looked almost like the wife I had before Justin's death. My heart melted a little as I looked at her but I steeled myself until I heard what she wanted to say. "I want you to know how sorry I am at what occurred a couple of weeks ago. I was so wrapped up in self-pity that I guess I tried to blame Justin's death on you somehow. I have started to see a therapeutic psychologist to try to find out why I did what I did with that man. I also had myself checked for STDs. I was so stupid. Somehow, I wanted to hurt you and make you pay for Justin's death. That's the reason I wouldn't go for counseling. I know it was childish but I wanted to hurt you so much. My mom and dad came up and have been staying with me for the last two weeks. It's good that they're retired and have been able to devote so much time to me. They wouldn't let me have time for self-pity and gradually I began to understand what my grief for Justin was doing to you, me and our marriage. They were really a big help but are going home now. I need you back to help me. I can exist on my own while you're working but I need to know you're there for me. Will you come home?" This was what I'd dreaded and also hoped for. The moment of decision whether we had a marriage or we didn't. I'd heard one time that once a spouse tastes adultery it becomes easier each time afterward. However, I can't say that she had truly committed adultery if it was just done to hurt me in an incident in which she was mentally deranged. I thought for a minute before responding. "Anne, you have really hurt me, not only for having sex with that man, but by your whole attitude toward me since Justin died. I still love you but I'm having a hard time convincing myself to go back to you without some assurances that things are going to change. You're looking like your old self physically but I don't think I can handle the bitch you became again. Especially, when you refused to seek help." "I told you that I'd started to go to the psychologist and to make my therapy work she's requested that you attend some of my sessions with her. If you won't come home can you attend some of my sessions and talk with her? If you did that it would give me hope that we could get back together someday. I love you with all my being Dan and I need the hope that we can resume our marriage when you're satisfied that I'm ready to be your wife again." "I'll check with the lawyer and if he says its OK I'll attend a few of your sessions." "Thank you Dan. I also want you to know that sex with that man was the most horrible episode in my life. Your love making is so much better than what I experienced with him that I never want to have sex again with anyone but you. What you heard me say while he was having sex with me was done just to hurt you. I hope you realize that and I'm so sorry for it too." Tears were running down her cheek as I reached over and took her hand. She squeezed my hand and brought it to her lips and kissed it. Love Gone Wrong "I love you so, Dan." she told me as she held my hand to her cheek. Tears were running down my cheeks too as I sat there across from her. I grabbed some napkins from the dispenser on the table and gave them to her and took some for myself. When we had calmed down we got up and left and I took her to her car. "It'll all work out Anne. I'll let you know tomorrow about attending your sessions. I will also ask my lawyer about attending marriage counseling together when you're finished with the psychologist." "She's a marriage counselor too. If you want I can talk to her about our going to sessions for that also." "OK, why don't you do that," I said as I bent down and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you so much Dan. I love you." she whispered to me as she got in her car and left. I returned to my car and headed back to my motel. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next day I called my lawyer from work and got his OK to attend her sessions and to start marriage counseling He told me it would look good to the judge if I had done everything possible to save our marriage. I called Anne and told her that her next session was that afternoon at 3 PM and asked if I could get off work early to attend. I checked my schedule and work load and told her I'd be able to make it. She was ecstatic and sounded very happy. After giving me the psychologist's address we said our good byes. She ended hers with, "I love you." but I held back so I wouldn't give her any false hopes if this didn't pan out. I knew she was doing everything she could to assure that things in our marriage would return to normal. That afternoon we met and went in to see the psychologist together. She was a middle aged woman and rose to meet us as we came in. "Dan, it's good to meet you. I'm glad you've decided to join us. You can call me Joyce. I'd like to get into this session right away. Anne has been making good progress and I'm sure that within a few more weeks we can resolve this to her and your satisfaction. Before we start do you have any questions?" "Will Anne be like the woman I married before our son's death when she's finished these sessions?" "No, I don't think so. I believe she'll be a stronger woman; able to handle grief and the death of a loved one and other trials that may come into her life. I also believe that with marriage counseling you'll have a stronger marriage too." I turned and smiled at Anne who was standing there looking at me expectantly. "I would like that more than anything in this world." I said as I smiled and looked into Anne's eyes. Anne smiled back and I knew we we were on the brink of throwing ourselves together but before we could Joyce said, "Good, why don't we sit down over here and get started?" So began six more weeks of sessions with Joyce on a twice per week basis. I couldn't attend every one but enough to watch Anne grow in strength and awareness of herself as a person, a wife and as a mother again someday. We began to date again and after four weeks into the sessions I moved back into our home. I no longer had a big hang-up about remembering her with that man. Joyce had explained that a man's reaction to seeing his wife with another man could be a very primordial but devastating experience. From this I was able to rationalize and minimize the significance of the one time incident she had with the man. I would probably continue to remember it but I was able to forgive her for it. When I knocked on our door the first day back, she was waiting for me and after opening the door she threw herself into my arms. "Darling, darling." she cried as we held one another and kissed. "You didn't have to knock. This is your home too." "I know but I thought I'd alert you I was back before barging in." She helped me move my clothes and other items back into the house and then had me sit down in my chair and gave me my usual evening newspaper. "Sit and read. I'll get you your beer," she told me. "Dinner will be ready in half an hour." After a wonderful dinner we went back into the living room and sat in front of the TV. She sat on my lap and we snuggled close to watch a couple of our favorite programs. I smelled the soft fragrance of her hair against my cheek and my hands started to roam over the familiar curves of her body. I was really getting horny and developed an erection under her body. She turned from watching the TV and commented on my arousal. "I think its time we went to bed, don't you?" "Its been a long time. I'm more than ready as you can feel." "Good. I want you horny for me. Let's go." She hopped off my lap and grabbed my hand pulling me down the hall to the bedroom. She pulled me inside and I saw a complete new bedroom suite there. "What's this?" I asked. "I replaced everything in this room. I didn't want to make love to you in the same bed I'd had another man. I want our marriage to start over with as few memories of the past as I can." "Thank you my love." I said as I took her in my arms and kissed her. We clung together lost in a passionate kiss for a long time. Finally, we broke apart and her hand came down and grabbed my erection through my trousers. "This has been poking me long enough. We're going to take care of it right now. Get undressed and I'll be right back." I undressed and lay back on the bed waiting for her to come back. My cock was ramrod stiff and my body was tight with anticipation. I didn't think I could be more aroused but when she came back in a white baby doll night dress with pink trim that just covered her ass. I thought I would blow my load right then. She also had on white thigh high stockings secured to a garter belt that and white high heeled shoes. She knew that I loved this attire and it looked like she'd gone all out to make this night memorable. "You like?" she asked as she twirled allowing me to see she wasn't wearing panties. "Oh god! Yes, I like," I croaked back in response. Climbing on the bed after she'd kicked off her shoes she confidently straddled my chest and brought her pussy to my face. "Maybe you'll like this too." she said as she pulled up the baby doll, allowing me to see that she'd shaved her pussy. "Oh god woman! You're killing me," I said as I grasped her hips and pulled her delectable looking pussy to my mouth. I attacked her slit with my lips and tongue; savoring the aroma of her arousal and the taste of her fluids. She was really wet. Oh Dan! Oh Dan! I've missed you so. Eat me lover. I need you to eat me so bad." I couldn't respond but over the next ten minutes I drove her to three orgasms and finally she was sated and rolled off me and knelt between my legs. "Now, let me do you sweetheart," she said as she took my throbbing erection in her mouth. I felt myself getting ready to erupt and warned her. She had never liked to take my spend in her mouth before. "I'm going to cum, sweetheart." Her only answer was to redouble her efforts with her tongue and lips and I had to let myself go. "OOOOHHHHH!!!!" I groaned as I pumped my cum into her mouth. I felt her swallowing and licking me clean as my body relaxed back onto the bed. "That was great sweetheart." I moaned. Where did you learn to do that so well?" She pulled her lips off my cock and pulled her face up to mine. "You're not the only one who can read How To in Literotica," she said. I laughed and pulled her lips to mine and we shared the residue of our orgasms in our mouths. It was delicious. I was so in love with her again. I held her close and we held our open mouth kiss savoring and tasting one another until we had to come up for air. My cock was rigid again in its lust for her pussy. "Oh darling!" she gasped. "I love you so much." "I love you too sweetheart. It's so good to hold you again." "Put it in me now. I want you inside me." I held her hips and allowed her to find the opening for my cock in her love channel. "Oh, that feels so good. Its been so long without your cock in its rightful place. Make love to me now." I began to slowly slide my cock in and out of her to allow a gradual build-up to a mutual orgasm. Watching her face I could tell when she was approaching her time of passion as her eyes rolled back into her head in blissful anticipation. Her eyelids closed and tightened as she thrust up against me and I allowed my cock to erupt inside her as I thrust back. My cock pumped and pumped semen into her depths and I was finally spent. She began to relax as her passion ebbed and I slowly rolled off her; allowing my softening cock to pull free. I turned and looked at her. "This means forever doesn't it?" "Forever and ever," she responded. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ EPILOGUE A year later our son Jason was born. Daughter Rebecca was born two years later. Our marriage is strong and our focus is our marriage and our family. I have no regrets except when I think about Justin. Love Gone Wrong The yellow crime scene tape surrounding the house one Maple St. had the neighbors wondering what had happened in such a quiet neighborhood and at the home of such a beautiful, loving couple as Bill and Ann Bowling. Bill and Ann had been married for seven years and had what anyone would consider a good if not a perfect marriage. They met in high school, fell in love at first sight and dated each other exclusively. They married with their parents blessing two weeks after graduation. Bill had worked with his dad in his construction business during summer vacations while he was in high school. After graduation he began working with him on a full time basis. It was hard work but paid well and kept him in great physical shape. Ann attended community college and in two years earned her associate degree in respiratory therapy. She then obtained a position at the local hospital. During the first three years they lived in a makeshift one bedroom apartment in Bill's parent's basement. They appreciated the kindness but there was very little privacy. Ann tended to be rather vocal during love making. The knowing smiles from his dad gave away the fact that he always knew when they had been engaging in amorous activity. They were very frugal with money and by the end of that third year were able to put a sizable down payment on an upscale duplex. They lived in one side and rented out the other for enough to pay the mortgage, insurance and taxes. Continuing to be careful with money, a year later they had saved enough to purchase a second duplex where one side paid the overhead leaving the rent from the other as cash flow. They saved that cash to use for the purchase of a home. During their fifth year they built a very nice two story home with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a full finished basement on a half-acre lot. They used the income from one duplex to make the mortgage payments on their home. The rent from the other duplex made the mortgage payments on both duplexes. They now had two rental properties and a nice home with no out of pocket mortgage expense. Financially, they were doing very well. The back yard was surrounded by a ten foot high privacy fence. The fence allowed them to enjoy nude activities such as sun bathing, love making, and using their in ground pool and hot tub, all without fear of being spied upon by their nosey neighbor, Mrs. Jennings. They loved to entertain using their well furnished basement game room as well as the patio. The game room was equipped with a pool table, wet bar and a large screen entertainment center. The patio area included the pool and hot tub along with a very nice grill. They were both very outgoing and friendly. Their friendliness might appear to be flirtatious to some but seeing them together, everyone knew they were very much in love and devoted to each other. Their love life had been great. In the beginning there was the excitement of their being new to each other. They explored each other's bodies with hands, lips and tongues and gradually learned each other's likes, dislikes and WOW areas. Bill's five foot ten inch frame carried his 170 pounds of solid muscle well and being with him made Ann feel safe and protected. His jet black hair and hazel eyes gave him a very handsome stature. Ann loved to have him hold her snuggly while she ran her fingers through his thick hair and lightly over his skin giving him goose bumps. Ann stood five feet four and on her heaviest days would tip the scales at a meager 110 pounds. Her thick, dark brown hair accentuated her blue eyes and angel face. She carried her perky "B" cup breasts high on her chest and even when braless they stood proudly with no sag. Bill took great pleasure in wrapping his arms around her, lifting her off her feet and swinging her around while feeling those soft, firm breasts pressed against his chest. When he did this she would squeal with delight and pound on his shoulders with her clenched fists pretending she wanted him to stop but actually wishing he wouldn't. At least once a month Ann would put on a strip tease show for Bill which drove him into a sexual frenzy. By the time she was naked he would be quivering with desire for her. Sometimes she would extend his discomfort by giving him a lap dance while not allowing him to touch her with his hands. Lips and tongue were allowed which he would use to perfection. He would center his attention on her breasts with their puffy half dollar size areolas and dark pink nipples. Doing so always brought her to the same height of desire he enjoyed. Once she had him begging she would slowly strip him drawing out his torture. By the time they made it to their bed her pussy would be dripping wet and his cock would be rock hard, profusely leaking pre-cum. Their combined lubricating juices afforded easy entrance into her warm velvety channel. It would then be Bill's turn to tease. He would rub the head of his cock up and down her sopping gash being sure to hit her swollen, highly sensitive clitoris with each stroke. She would force herself against it but he wouldn't let her capture him until she begged. They had explored every position and technique they had heard or read about and only discarded a very few. Oral sex was a favorite for both of them and each enjoyed giving and receiving. At first, Bill was terrible and clumsy at eating pussy. However he took direction well and with Ann's' gentle coaching he soon became much more than simply proficient. He knew just how long to spend licking and kissing her outer lips before opening them and paying homage to her inner offerings. He perfected the use of his lips, tongue and teeth to bring her pleasure. Her moans and gyrations would indicate when she was aching for release. He would then wrap his arms around her thighs, push back her clitoral hood, suck the sweet, pink tidbit between his lips and lap at it like a thirsty puppy. Throughout her resulting orgasm he would hold on tight enough to maintain contact and ride her bucking frame until her thighs released their death grip on his head. As her orgasm subsided, she would settle back onto the bed in a soft, exhausted, rag doll posture. The first thing she would see as she recovered and opened her eyes would be his smiling face covered with her sweet juices. Next she would notice the head of his engorged cock pressing against the opening of her soaking wet vagina, begging admission. She would tease unmercifully for only a few seconds before her desire became as great as his. She would then relax the muscles of her vaginal opening and press against him allowing his penetrating journey to begin. She had always felt that his thick six inches were all she needed to feel full and complete. He would slide into her warm, velvety sheath an inch at a time titillating both of them as he deepened his penetration. Her walls would caress him tightly and their pace would increase in tempo making increasingly loud sloshing, sucking noises. When he felt his release approaching he would support his weight on his left arm and reach between them with his right hand to stimulate her clitoris. Doing so would bring her along with him to a simultaneous climax. As her orgasm approached she would scream, "Oh God Bill, please don't stop, fuck me, fuck me with your big hard dick." As if this weren't enough to drive him over the edge, she would reach between his legs and give his swinging balls a gentle squeeze. As the flames of ecstasy flashed through their bodies his cock would pulsate, ejaculating rope after hot, thick rope of man juice deep inside her vagina. As their orgasms subsided they would collapse in an exhausted sweaty pile of tangled flesh and stroke each other through the afterglow. At first, Ann resisted putting Bill's cock in her mouth but once she tasted the sweet, salty flavor of his pre-cum she decided to find out what else she had been missing. She found the texture of his cock against the roof of her mouth pleasing and loved running her tongue up and down the thick veins that ran the length of his shaft. By reading Bill's reactions and carefully listening to the satisfied sounds he made, she soon became an accomplished cock sucker. She would kiss up and down his shaft flicking the tip of her tongue against it. She would then flatten her tongue and lap from balls to helmet as though his cock was a delicious candy cane. Gently holding his balls in one hand she would pump his shaft with the other while sucking first the head then all but the last two inches into her mouth. Ann never acquired the talent to deep throat and Bill never pressured her to try. She would bob her head up and down while flicking her tongue around and across its' dark purple crown. At the same time, she would be pumping the lower half of his shaft with her small, soft hand. Bill found her technique more than satisfactory and complimented her often. She found the taste of semen to her liking and would sometimes push him over the edge and then be forced to wait for him to recharge before he could fulfill her needs. Some nights after showering together, Bill would smooth lotion over Ann's entire body. With Ann on her stomach, a sensual massage would follow beginning at her neck and shoulders. He would knead his fingers into her muscles helping them relax. Continuing, he would work his way down her beautiful body. He lingered at her tight ass and would eventually arrive at her delicate feet. He would then roll her over and work his way back up to her breasts. He would finish by centering his attention on her labia and clitoris. Her body would tremble with anticipation since she knew the end result would be his fucking her to an explosive orgasm. Other nights, she would take on the role of masseuse and give as good as she had received. Why then had she strayed, and with Bill's best friend of all people? Why also had his best friend, Jeff, betrayed him? Ann loved Bill but when it came to sex, she had never been with anyone else. As all people do, she fantasized about what a different partner might be like. She had never contemplated acting on her fantasies until the fateful Fourth of July party. Margaritas had been the order of the day and all four of them were feeling the effect. She, Jeff and his wife Jane were in the hot tub chatting while Bill went to refresh their drinks. Ann wore her tiny, yellow, bikini which left most of her body exposed. She couldn't help but notice Jeff admiring her breasts, bobbing just above the surface of the water. The torrent of bubbles prevented Jane from seeing Jeff's thigh rubbing against Ann's, or his hand caressing her knee before slowly inching towards her crotch. Bill returned with the drinks just in time to prevent Jeff from reaching his goal. Ann's face was flushed and she hoped neither Bill nor Jane had seen what Jeff had been doing. She had mixed feelings about it herself. She pondered whether or not to tell Bill but then decided it was just the alcohol and decided to let it pass. Steaks, tossed salad and baked potatoes were served on the patio along with some excellent red wine during which Jeff and Ann kept sharing glances. After clearing away the dishes the four of them settled into lounge chairs listening to music, sipping more wine and chatting. Bill asked Ann to dance which she gladly accepted. Soon, Jeff and Jane joined them. When the next slow number started Jeff asked Ann to dance with him. She looked at Bill for approval and he nodded his ok. As they danced, Ann could feel the pressure of Jeff's erection pressing against her exposed abdomen. When her back was turned away from Bill and Jane, she also felt his hand slide beneath the fabric of her thin bikini bottom and squeeze her tight, round ass cheeks. Ann knew she should stop him but she felt her pussy becoming very moist, her nipples elongating and a strong electric tingle of desire building in her torso. She looked up into his eyes and saw that he was smiling devilishly. His sparkling grey eyes told her that he desperately wanted her. That is when she made the decision that she would act on her fantasy of knowing another man in the Biblical sense. Jeff volunteered to assist Ann when she announced she was going to the kitchen to get a platter of cheese and crackers along with another bottle of wine. Once inside the house and out of sight of his wife and Bill, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. At first she made a feeble show of pushing him away but soon abandoned her struggle. She looked up into his face and their lips joined first in a soft caress then with unbridled passion as their tongues wrestled. Their bodies pressed tightly together and their hands explored. Jeff, knowing that he and Ann both had the same days of the week free, asked if she would like for him to come by around noon on Monday to continue where they left off and she enthusiastically agreed. Although she had second thoughts several times between Saturday and Monday, she made no effort to cancel the date. She excitedly began preparations around ten A.M. She spent extra time showering, shaving and applying just a hint of unnecessary makeup and light perfume in strategic areas. She put on pale pink bikini panties which accentuated the dark all over tan she had acquired lying by their pool but didn't bother with a bra. She put on a thin white polo, a pair of khaki short shorts and a pair of flip flops. She tied her hair in a tight pony tail that swished back and forth as she walked. She checked her appearance in the full length mirror and decided that she was even more irresistible than when she had been in her bikini. Jeff arrived promptly at noon wearing a yellow pique polo that highlighted his firm muscled chest and dark tan. He wore a loose fitting pair of shorts, which did little to hide the bulge his swollen cock presented, sandals and his ever present mirrored sun glasses. He was clean shaven and there was a slight hint of cologne about him. After closing the door behind him, he took her hands in his and opened her arms so he could look her over from top to bottom. She looked both beautiful and sexy. Her sex appeal radiated all around and her excitement about what was about to happen had her nipples protruding against the thin material of her top. He spun her around and admiringly smiled his approval before their lips joined and their hands again began to explore. He grasped the hem of her top and as he pulled it up she raised her arms to allow easy removal. It caught on her breasts and they jiggled up and down only slightly as they came free. He tossed the garment aside and cupped a firm, soft orb in each hand testing the spongy texture. He leaned forward to taste them and paid homage to each with hands, lips and tongue. Her already excited nipples appeared to elongate even more than before. Satisfied for the moment, he released them and allowed Ann to remove his shirt which she tossed onto the floor next to her own. They caressed with her breasts pressed against his chest and kissed while working feverishly to remove each other's shorts. Leaving their discarded garments on the foyer floor, they jogged up the stairs to her and Bill's bedroom in only their underwear. Jeff enjoyed the view of her cute jiggling ass just in front of his face as they climbed the stairs. Twice he reached out and gave it a gentle pinch causing Ann to flinch. Just inside the bedroom, Ann yanked his boxers down, exposing what appeared to be a cock much larger than Bill's. When released from the waistband, it slapped hard against his abdomen. He held onto her shoulders as he stepped out of his boxers which Ann tossed onto a nearby chair. He backed her against the bed so that the back of her knees hit the side of the mattress and bent allowing him to lay her across it on her back. He grasped the waist band of her panties and slid them down her shapely legs and off, then tossed them onto the chair to join his boxers. He helped her slide fully onto the bed, before joining her. Remaining near the foot of the bed afforded him a vantage point from which he could observe all her naked beauty splayed openly before him. With a hand on each knee he gently pressed her legs apart. He kissed and licked his way up her inner thighs alternating from left to right until he reached her soft tuft of dark brown pubic hair. Her sweet musky aroma was intoxicating. He salivated as he examined her beautiful outer lips, the sharp thin edges of her inner lips and the swollen, pink bud jutting from their juncture. Using only his mouth he expertly made love to her womanhood and his hands found their way to her breasts. He stimulated her nipples with his fingers and the palms of his hands while his lips and tongue worked their magic on her labia and clitoris. She was soon writhing like a trapped animal trying to escape. She raked her pussy back and forth across his face searching for the release she so desperately needed. He applied pressure and backed off time after time holding her on the edge until she screamed out begging, "Oh God Jeff, please let me cum." He complied and her thrashing practically tossed him from the bed before she settled onto the mattress exhausted in the afterglow of her first bone crushing orgasm of the afternoon. He kissed his way up her body savoring the sweet, salty flavor of her skin. He suckled at her swollen nipples before moving to her soft, puffy, quivering lips. Their tongues played as Ann reached for his manhood. Finding it now unencumbered by clothing, she realized by the way it fit in her tiny hand, that it was surely much larger than Bill's in both length and girth. This gave her pause to wonder if she would be able to accept all of what he had to offer. She rubbed the swollen, bulbous head with its' covering of glistening pre-cum up and down the length of her gash. She then held it at her opening waiting for him to force himself inside. With a forceful shove, the head entered her with a noticeable popping sensation. He hoped he hadn't hurt her and held still waiting for Ann to indicate her desire to continue. She hesitated only for a moment then pushed against him forcing another inch of his massive tool inside. She found that she could accommodate him with relative ease. They rocked back and forth with her vagina capturing more of his length with each stroke. Finally, his entire nine inches were buried inside her velvety smooth, hot cocoon. They held each other caressing, and kissing while ever so slowly increasing the tempo of their in and out rotation. They moved in such a way that his pubic bone or the upper surface of his cock pressed continuously against her clitoris stimulating it with every movement. Their breathing became erratic and each knew the other was reaching a crescendo. Her body shook uncontrollably with her second orgasm of the afternoon. His cock joined her vaginal contractions, alternated between flexing and relaxing. She felt it jettison rope after rope of hot man juice that splashed against the back of her love tunnel. Soon recovered from their exhaustive romp, they began to explore each other again. Ann slid down his chest dragging her breasts across him on her way to his semi erect organ. She used her tongue to clean their combined juices from it and in doing so made it jerk uncontrollably as it came back to life. Applying her experience with Bill, she brought Jeff to near climax in only a matter of minutes. Ann's technique was much better than Jane's and he told her so. She thankfully gave his cock head a kiss and his balls a gentle squeeze before crawling up his torso, straddling his hips and impaling herself once again onto his massive organ. Entrance this time was faster and smoother since she had only moments ago been stretched by his massive tool. As she rode him like a bronco her tight breasts bounced ever so slightly. He reached for them and rolled the hardened, elongated nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Love Gone Wrong She braced herself with her hands against his chest and raked her clit across his pubic bone and hair. Her walls clung to his excited cock, as though attempting to milk it. As her third orgasm approached she moaned a cry for him to fuck her like a brazen whore. He accommodated her request, soon forcing another orgasm to ripple through her. As it did, she threw her head back, her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her breathing became erratic. Her heart pounded thunderously within her chest and her vaginal muscles contracted and relaxed around his man meat. His balls tightened preemptive to another explosion of creamy, hot cum surging through his pencil size urethra to splash across her cervix. She collapsed on top of him and he held her firmly. His cock softened, slipping from its confines and their combined juices leaked from her pussy. As their endorphins metabolized, their breathing and heart rates gradually returned to normal. Realizing how late it had become and that Bill would soon be home, they made their way to the bathroom and quickly showered. They dried each other, put on their underwear and descended the stairs to the foyer. They quickly gathered the rest of their clothing and dressed. They embraced, kissed and made plans to be together again the next week. Ann hurried to change the bed linen and replace the wet towels and washcloths in the bathroom. When Bill arrived home he noticed her flushed cheeks and asked if she was feeling all right. She assured him that she was fine. She explained that she had been busy doing laundry and cleaning all day. She therefore had not prepared anything for dinner and suggested they go out for Chinese. Ann and Jeff continued their trysts over the next year, interrupted only during their respective vacation times. Bill never realized that the woman he loved with every fiber of his being was anything other than completely faithful. Somehow, he never noticing the knowing glances Ann and Jeff shared when they were all together. Nor did he pick up on the snide comments made by Mrs. Jennings about Monday visitations. As far as he knew Ann had always been a faithful and loving wife with no motivation to stray. Bill, although tempted many times by flirtatious women at various job sites, had never given serious thought to accepting their invitations. Bill was a routine freak and never came home before 5:30 PM. However on this fateful Monday he slipped at work in some spilled oil, fell onto a sharp piece of discarded sheet metal and sliced a four inch laceration in his left arm. His coworker, Ralph, applied a pressure bandage from the well stocked first aid kit and drove him to the emergency room. There was little activity so he was immediately escorted to a treatment room. A nurse cleaned the wound and an intern, after determining there were no ligaments or tendons involved, closed it with twenty-two sutures. The nurse then applied a bactericidal ointment, dressed the wound and gave him a tetanus booster. She also handed him a prescription the doctor had written for pain medication and instructed him to keep the bandage dry. He was also told he would need to return in ten days to have the sutures removed. Ralph then drove him home and volunteered to pick him up in the morning. Bill thanked him for his offer but told him Ann could drop him off on her way to work. He noticed Jeff's car at the curb but thought nothing of it since Jeff and Jane often dropped by for a visit. Hearing sounds from the second floor, he climbed the stairs to find its source. Through the half opened bedroom door, he observed a scene that shocked him to the core. Ann was naked on her knees and shoulders with her lovely ass in the air. Jeff was naked as well and parked behind her on his knees with his cock buried balls deep in her pussy. She was moaning for him to fuck her harder. One of her hands was between her legs diddling her clit. Jeff was holding onto her hips and pumped his cock into and out of her at a dizzying pace. They were making so much noise they never heard Bill when he entered the house or when he climbed the stairs. Bill watched the disgusting scene for only a few seconds before being overcome with a feeling of nausea. With his heart broken knowing of Ann's betrayal and tears running down his face, he retreated to the kitchen. He poured himself an unusually large tumbler of the twenty-six year old Glenlivet Scotch he had been saving for a special occasion. After rummaging through his desk for something, he slumped into his lounge chair and gulped his whisky while waiting for Ann and Jeff to finish their debauchery. He heard Ann scream the familiar sounds of an orgasm and Jeff grunting like a rutting hog. Silence followed until he heard the noise of the shower. Shortly thereafter the two of them descended the stairs with arms around each other. Jeff was fully dressed but Ann was naked. They stopped as they were passing the entrance to the living room and both began to tremble when they spotted Bill. His empty drink glass was on the floor beside his chair. He was expertly holding his 357 magnum in a firm two hand grip and the muzzle was pointed in their direction. The only word uttered was from Bill. "Why?" Jeff definitely heard the shot that sent the steel jacketed hollow point slug which entered Ann's chest between her succulent breasts, shattering her sternum before ripping through her heart. It is doubtful he heard the one which sent the bullet that split his sun glasses in half just before entering his skull between his eyes and tearing through his brain. Mrs. Jennings heard the shots and immediately called 911. Two police cars arrived within minutes. They were unsuccessful in several attempts to contact someone inside the house via phone or by calling out. They carefully entered the house and almost stumbled over the tangled bodies of Ann and Jeff. They were lying lifeless in a large pool of their combined blood at the entrance to the living room. They then found Bill slumped in his chair with a trickle of blood running down the front of his shirt from the small hole under his chin. There was a large splatter of blood and brain tissue on the ceiling above him. The pistol that had caused this mayhem was lying in his lap where it had slipped from his lifeless hand. An investigation was completed but it was obvious from the beginning what had so tragically happened that fateful afternoon.