The Girls Decide To Visit - Part 3

The Girls Decide To Visit - Part 3 [part 3 of 4]
By: The Sensualist (donal.lanod@yahoo.com.au)

Family is Everything - The Girls Decide to Visit - Part 3

Younger/Older

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Please Note: This is a work of fiction, and despite the description, this is NOT an incest story. There is no sexual activity directly between natural biological family members in this story, even though a mother and her natural daughter do come to share feelings for an older member of their new family.

This story is Part 3 of Family is Everything - The Girls Decide to Visit. You should read Parts 1 and 2, to appreciate this part. Further background can be obtained b reading: ?Family is Everything - The Bonds Grow', and the start of this series, ?Family is Everything.'

And finally, I do apologise for the delay in getting this done. A huge thank you to my patient fans, without whom there would be no point in writing.

PART 3

As Felicity lay there, early on this Sunday morning, I was coming to terms with her need for me to have anal sex with her.

She was driving back to Melbourne today, a drive of about two and one half hours. What if her anus was sore? How uncomfortable would that be? If my cum was going to be leaking out of her anus and she would be sitting in it, sitting in wet panties, and my guess was that that would not be so comfortable. So my plan was not to do anal today. I could wait until the next weekend. I hoped Felicity could as well, and hopefully, I wouldn't be blamed for making her uncomfortable.

I turned over on to my left side propping my head up in my left hand with the elbow on the bed. I moved my other hand over to her face and with the back of my hand I lightly brushed her cheek at the same time brushing her hair back away from her face and her ear. The lightness of my touch against her cheek and the running of my fingers through her hair elicited a purr from Felicity, and was accompanied by an simultaneous arching of her back, pushing out her breasts.

I moved my head down to nuzzle her ear and my fingers travelled lightly over the sides of her neck moving slowly down over the top of her chest, down to the start of the rise of the mounds of her breasts. And what a beautiful feeling it was as my hand moved gently up and down the rise, each upward movement getting closer to her areola and the nipple that was now so prominent.

My finger started tracing around the edge of her areola and I could feel its softness hardening and shrinking a little as it responded to my presence, every little bump and ridge straining for attention as it felt my finger's pass over it. I withdrew my fingers and moved them to my lips and moistened them with my tongue before moving them back to the nipple proper, first touching the dimpled top and then the tips of the wet fingers encircled Felicity's big nipple.

Moving my lips from Felicity's ear, over her cheek to her lips I kissed her, while gently squeezing, with just the slightest hint of a twist followed by the nipple being pulled up, extending and stretching the areola caused Felicity to groan through parted lips and I felt her arch again.

As my lips moved from her mouth, along her neck, her throat, over her chest and down to her breasts my hand moved down her body until it was able to settle comfortably, cupping a very very hot and wet vulva.

My cock, laying along the length of her arse crack, was throbbing but then I took hold of it and moved the head so that it was pointed to the entrance of her very wet pussy.

My cock moved into that wet pussy with no effort at all. I was able to drive it in all the way with no problem at all. And moving in and out for few minutes continued until Floss said "No, no, nooooo.........., do it in my bum", then, "ohh, ohh, ohh" in rapid succession, and then Felicity came with a powerful tremor that caused her whole body to shudder. As her pelvis trembled on her final shudder, I came, exploding inside her, time and time again until we were both finished.

There was no secrecy in my house. And I suspect that at one time or another, at some time one or both girls would have, because of their own inexperience, watched Floss and I making love in order to learn more about their own sexuality.

But the time came when Felicity needed to go home. It was a long drive so she left not long after we had made love. And when she left, she said goodbye to the girls, adding, "I think you are in good hands, but if there is a problem, make sure you call me".

Both girls responded, almost simultaneously, "I will", and they both burst out laughing at their responses.

Adina couldn't wait for her mum to leave that Sunday, and as soon as her mum's car had disappeared from view, she grabbed me by the hand and started dragging me towards the passageway that led to the bedroom exclaiming, "It must be my turn by now".

Just as we entered the passageway Adina let go of my hand and removed her top and threw it down on the floor. And what an erotic site she showed as her large full breasts hung down as she half stumbled, half ran down the passageway as she tried to remove her jeans, finally disposing of them as she reached the bedroom door. By the time I had caught up to her and entered the bedroom her panties were laying on the floor at the foot of the bed.

And Adina?

She was laying on top of the bed with her legs spread and her fingers pulling apart her labia exposing a beautiful pink slit coated in her translucent pussy juices that were already starting to leak out of her vagina. Man, was she wet! And this was even more amazing for as far as I knew this was only going to be the second time she was going to be entered. She must really have enjoyed her first time. I know I did, when with her mum's blessing and encouragement, I took her virginity.

I was amazed that Adina was staying wet as I took time to remove my clothes. I just couldn't help undressing slowly to look upon the flawless body of this beautiful buxom young woman who was waiting for me to enter her.

As I, finally naked, climbed up onto the bed, moved over her and between her thighs couldn't help but notice that her usually clear and vibrant eyes were now a smoky, hazy, blue colour. I couldn't believe that if indeed this was only her second time, that she was already so close to coming. But I was not about to complain.

As she felt my bouncing cock hit her spread labia, she took it in her hands and placed the head at her entrance. "Uncle D... David, I don't need any foreplay. I just need you inside me. Just like you did with mum today, and me two weeks ago".

Adina obviously felt good about everything that had happened, and the words she spoke gave me such a feeling of warmth for her that was incredibly beautiful and an unbelievable feeling of tenderness, so I started to push my cock into her passage tenderly, not wanting to rush anything.

But Deen's wasn't having any of that. As soon as she felt I had started to enter her, she raised her hips up off the bed quite violently, forcing me all the way into her.

God... , the feeling of tightness, and warmth, despite the wetness, combined with the vision of her beautiful breasts and smoky blue eyes, and her now partly open lips, were almost enough to make me cum straight away, but I held on. With great difficulty.

Fortunately, my wait was not very long as only after about a dozen or so thrusts I made, with her meeting me every time, Deen's wrapped her legs around my waist but just before she shuddered, she put her hands on my buttocks pulling them down hard towards her and her legs tightened into a vice grip around me as she simultaneously thrust up towards me.

It was obvious she was once again enjoying herself as she moved her pelvis not only up and down within the confines of her leg clamps around my waist, but moving from side to side as she wanted.

I could not hold out any longer under this relentless pressure and suddenly I exploded inside her, my cum gushing out in powerful spurts. As I came, she yelled out, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" and her legs, already squashing me, tightened up even further.

As I emptied the contents of my sack into her pussy, Adina convulsed and twitched as her orgasm hit home in powerful spasms. And as I finished, I looked at her face. Adina's eyes were still smoky blue, her face was flushed, her lips were parted, but best of all, there was a beautiful smile on those parted lips.

I waited until we had both come down from the mountain, and my cock had slid out of that tight pussy as it relaxed before climbing off Adina, to lay down beside her, thinking that I must be one of the most privileged men on this earth of ours.

But it was only a matter of ten minutes or so before Adina changed position, getting up off her back and then crouching back down perpendicular to my body at groin level. She just looked for a moment and then shocked me by bending down and taking my limp cock into her mouth. This was absolutely amazing, as it was only just before she had sex for the first time that she had stated that this was a ?yuck' thing to do. Yet, here she was now, bobbing her head up and down on my now rapidly hardening shaft. It was all the more amazing as it was still covered in our combined juices from the session just ten or so minutes earlier.

And as if Adina's oral ministrations were not enough to make me hard, the vision of her large breasts with their prominent nipples, hanging down below her certainly was. As she continued fellating me, I moved my left hand to cup the bottom of her right breast which I then proceeded to gently squeeze and massage, and then taking her nipple between my thumb and forefinger to roll, twist and gently squeeze and pull, accompanied much of the time by a muffled groan as Adina started to get worked up again. Actually, it was not only Adina that was getting worked up.

Then she suddenly stopped what she was doing and seemingly in a desperate hurry, this once shy woman straddled me, taking my cock in her hand and guiding it into her pussy as she moved down over it, until she could go no further. I was now inside her as far as it was possible to go, and then she bent forward swinging her large breasts from side to side so that her nipples brushed my lips. First the left nipple, then the right, only to repeat it time and time again until she finally straightened up and ground her pubis into mine, back and forth and then from side to side.

I reached up my hands to feel the weight of those beautiful big breasts and it was only a minute or so longer before she leant forward so that her clit was making maximum contact with my cock, and she came, shuddering quite violently as she held her breath and let the orgasm flow through her, seemingly from heat to toe. What a beautiful sight was before me! So beautiful that I waited until she had all but finished before I too orgasmed, shooting my load deep, deep inside her. As I finished she slumped down on me and I held her tight as we both caught our breaths. She waited until I softened and fell out of her before she got off me to lay by my side.

Damn, my little Deen's had become an extremely quick learner, maybe because she really enjoyed the subject matter. The coming week was I thought going to be a long and hard one, and I wondered if I would have the stamina to look after two, now very sexually active girls. And I would need to be careful to ensure both received equal treatment. So far stamina hadn't been a problem, as I'd been, or felt like I had been, put in charge of the chocolate factory. It's amazing how much someone can eat in a day when it's all new to one.

For the rest of the day, we just chilled out around the house, watching a bit of TV, listening to some music, chatting and having some good laughs at times. As evening approached, the girls' put together a salad while I cooked some steaks and sausages on the BBQ.

After we'd eaten we all did the dishes and sat down finishing the bottle of wine we'd opened for dinner. Then I said, "Hey guys, if you don't mind, I'm looking to go to bed. But before I do, I guess we'd better sort out the sleeping arrangements".

"Good idea", both girls said almost simultaneously.

"Ok, this sofa we're sitting on converts to quite a comfortable double bed, so you are welcome to use that. I have clean sheets, doona, pillows".

"Oh", said Adina and as I looked at both girls, I could see disappointment on their faces.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I was kind of hoping we could all share your bed" said Adina.

"It's only a Queen size" I replied, "...it might get a bit cramped. And you guys might want a bit of privacy, away from me".

"I'm sure it would be fine" said Carrie, adding "and that way the sofa is ready to sit on anytime. We don't have to worry about making it up every day".

"Well... I'm ok with that if you guys are".

Then I saw smiles spreading on their beautiful young faces.

"Ok, now that that's settled, I'm going to bed. You guys can come along when you are ready," and I wandered down the passageway to the bedroom, where I turned on the bedside lamp, undressed and got into bed.

As I lay there, I heard the girls talking. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but they were giggling. And that suited me. They were having fun.

I must have drifted off to sleep as the next thing I knew, or rather, felt, was one of the girls snuggling up against me, spooning me. As consciousness returned, I knew it was not Adina, as the breasts pressing against my back had a firmness that could only have come from Carrie. Her breasts were a completely different shape to Adina's and despite their size, had a firmness that I knew was not Adina's.

I was quite awake now and uttered, "Hi Caz".

"Hi yourself," she said as she snaked her hand over me towards my cock.

"I didn't feel you climb into bed. Is Deen's here too?"

"No," she replied, adding "Deen's felt it was only fair that I should have some alone time with you before she came to bed."

"Is that what the giggling was about?" I asked.

"Yes. ...we didn't know if you would be up to it, as you've already had quite a day. First with Felicity, then Deen's told me you had done it twice with her. And... oh my, you are up to it. I can already feel you hardening," she said as she stroked my dick.

"Well, today has been an exceptional day. It's not often a guy gets to make love to three beautiful women in the same day, with the complete agreement of all three. I must surely be in Heaven."

"You know David, you really are quite an incredible man. You could be bragging about all of this. You could be arrogant. Instead, you are thankful for it. That's why us girl's wanted you to take us first. Because we know the young guys are jerks who only care about their own satisfaction. And I've already said, I am going to tell my friends about you. So don't be surprised when you next visit Deen's if there is a queue of girls waiting for you to take their virginity, for you to be their first. "

"Gees, Caz, thank you for your vote of confidence, but that's not what I am about. Everything that happened between Deen's and her mum happened unexpectedly and caught me by surprise. And when Deen's said she wanted to come down and spend a week of the school holidays here, I was Ok with that, and then when she said she wanted to bring a friend, that was also ok as I expected Deen's just wanted a friend to share it with. I was happy with that. I expected nothing more. And then it transpires you came down here to get your virginity taken by an old man, and now you want to tell your friends about me. I don't think that's appropriate."

"David ... I desperately wanted to come down here after Deen's told me about you and her. She said you were older, quite a bit older, and that was my only hesitation about coming here. You might be older in years, and you don't look eighteen, but you are still an attractive man, and you have a young personality. But even more important than that, you respect women. Yes, I know you get pleasure out of this as well, but you also go to great pains to make sure the woman does too. And as I said before, I don't believe you have a need to tell the whole world that you fucked so and so. So don't be hard on me if I say that you are something precious, and because of that I, and Deen's want to share you with our friends, to make their first time an enjoyable one."

Then Carrie giggled.

"What's funny?" I asked.

"I was just thinking. ...I don't think it's only our friends you could do something really special for. ... I think there might be a few mothers' as well that you could help," and with that, Carrie cracked up laughing. And I couldn't help it. I cracked up too.

When our laughter subsided, Carrie then said, "Will you do anal with me now?"

I paused before answering. "You have asked me now for the second time to do that. Why? Why is that so important to you?"

"Because I know that anal is not for everybody. I also know it can hurt a lot from what I've read, ...and ...I am an adventurous person. If I hadn't heard Deen's mum asking you it would never have entered my mind. But it has. And if I'm going to try it, I want it to be with you, ?cos I know you won't hurt me any more than is absolutely necessary."

"Well Mizz Caz, in order for me to meet your expectations I do not believe now is the right time. But you guys are here for a week. I'm sure it will happen sometime during that period."

"Don't you like doing it?"

"... I very much like it, but there is no need to do it with woman who are or have been physically active and who have not had children. Oh, and except for one other reason".

"And that is?"

"It is the forbidden fruit. And that's why I don't think it should become routine. If you're going to do it then let it be something special, to be done at a special time. All of the above, and also it is not for everybody. And for me personally, and this sounds crude I know, but any woman who has been really physically active in her life and not had any children, is going to be as tight in her vagina as in her arse. So then the issue changes from one of tightness, to one of sampling the forbidden fruit. At least, that's the way I see things."

Caz paused a while before answering and when she spoke she said, "Thank you for that. But you know what? What you have just said, just makes me respect you even more, and that's why I want to try it. I know I may not like it. But I must try it, and I want to try it with you."

I sighed, and whilst I could not see her face I knew Caz was having a quiet giggle behind me.

"But it's not going to be tonight" I replied. "Okay, have it your way," she said as she started stroking my cock even harder. "But will you fuck me tonight then, in my hot, juicy, wet, throbbing, pulsating, pussy?"

Now it was my turn to chuckle, as I turned around suddenly, pushed her onto her back, climbed on top of her and before I could do it, Carrie took hold of my cock, placed it at the entrance of her vagina and thrust upwards, until she could feel I was as deep inside her as it was going to get.

Now, ...that took me by surprise, and proved that everything she had said about her pussy was true. And it gave me a fire I thought had gone out earlier in the day.

We moved in unison, absorbed in each other with a familiarity that was amazing. We each knew what the other wanted, almost instinctively, as we kissed each other's lips, each other's necks, sucked each other's earlobes, drove our pubes into each other hard, each wanting to possess the other completely, our organs almost welded to each other, such was the tightness and completeness of our union. And then, in something that I had never experienced before, we both yelled ?Ohhhhhhhh" or "Arrrrrrgh" at the top of our voices as we both came together. We both wrapped our arms around each other, with Caz also wrapping her legs around me, pulling me into her, as she released her juices and I released mine. Our orgasms were long. And at the end we just lay there, I having collapsed on top of her, sweat dripping of my forehead, mingling with the sweat from her own brow. We were so complete.

I stayed over her until I had shrunk down to a size that allowed me to slip out of her tight pussy naturally.

Caz released her grips on me but I could not see her eyes as I moved off her. The only indication that I received that everything was ok was a smile on her partly open lips.

I rolled over onto my right side, and I felt Caz come with me, snuggling into my back, and my only other memory of that night was the feel of Adina's nipples brushing across my mouth as she turned the bedside lamp off and climbed into the bed beside Caz.

Tomorrow was going to be another day!

To be continued...

Ste[daughter Lends a Hand & Stepdad's Friend Makes it 3

Ste[daughter Lends a Hand & Stepdad's Friend Makes it 3 [part 5 of 8]
By: eastnman (easterntnman@email.address)

As I lay in my bed I couldn't help but wonder what fantasies Michelle had and if, just if, I could help her fulfill any of them. Needless to say I had some pleasant dreams that evening and awoke sporting a raging hard on. As I sat up in bed gathering my senses I wondered what today had in store for me and my lovely stepdaughter.

I made my way to the bathroom where Michelle was already in the shower. As I lowered my boxers for my morning whizz Michelle stuck her head out from the shower and greeted me with a big smile and a warm "good morning." I got back to the bedroom as the water stopped and soon Michelle entered clad in just a towel, which barely covered her breasts and ass. She helped me get dressed and retreated to her room to change and we headed off to the doctor's office.

After we returned from the doctor's Michelle made us lunch. As we ate our conversation once again drifted back to sex and I found it a perfect opportunity to ask Michelle about her sexual fantasies that she eluded to yesterday.

"Well, you already fulfilled a few of them . . . I always wanted to be watched as I was having sex . . . I always wanted to use my toy while being watched and I always wanted to try anal . . . so, see you have helped me out with a few" Michelle said with a devilish smile.

"What are some others?" I asked "I just may be able to help with a few more, given the chance."

Michelle hesitated a bit while looking at me with a sly grin "well, let's just say that I would love to have more than one guy. I think it would be so hot to be with two guys at the same time."

"Does Peter know about your fantasy?" I asked.

"Oh my god, are you kidding me, he would never do that. He is so jealous even if another guy looks at me. So I could never even suggest it to him" Michelle replied.

"Well what if I arrange for a friend to join you and I?" I asked, hoping that she said ?yes'.

"Would you do that?" Michelle asked with an excited smiled on her face.

"Sure, I will do whatever it takes to help you, after all look at the time you are spending making sure I can get around OK. I think it's the least I could do" I told Michelle.

"Who do you have in mind, if I may ask" Michelle inquired.

"Well, at my age about the only guy I know that I could ask is my friend Jack. But he is 65 years old . . . is that a problem?" I asked.

"Not at all, age isn't an issue to me" Michelle responded quickly.

"OK, well let me give Jack a call and see if I can get him over here. I am sure he will join us. He has often commented to me about how pretty you are" I said to Michelle.

Michelle made her way to her room to ?slip into something comfortable', while I called Jack on his cell. After telling him what I wanted, he eagerly accepted the invitation and told me that he would be over in an hour. Michelle came back out, wearing just a button down flannel shirt and a pair of socks. I told her that Jack would be over in an hour and the biggest smile came across Michelle's face.

It wasn't long and the doorbell rang. I looked at Michelle and could see the sense of excitement in her eyes. I told Michelle to answer the door and let Jack in. Soon they both returned to the kitchen. Jack shook my hand and we exchanged hello's. Michelle stood by Jack's side with one arm around his waist. Jack was a large man, maybe 6'5 240, and he dwarfed Michelle in comparison. I suggested that we get comfortable and told Michelle that this was her fantasy so she should lead. Michelle looked at us both and simply said "let's get naked and have some fun."

I told Michelle to do a strip tease for us and she happily agreed. As she unbuttoned the buttons it was plain to see that she was wearing nothing but the shirt. She teased as she flashed her breasts, then turned her back to us and bent over revealing her bare ass. Jack reached out and grabbed Michelle around the waist and pulled her towards him. "I took Viagra right after your dad called so I am going to fuck you long and hard" he said as he held her against him.

"Let's see what you got" Michelle snapped back.

She quickly turned around and began tugging at Jack's belt and unzipped his pants. She knelt on the floor and lowered his pants and underwear revealing a rather large thick cock. "Oh my" Michelle gushed "This is going to be fun."

I made my way out of my clothes, as Michelle helped me maneuver my pants over my cast. My 6-1/2" cock looked miniscule compared to Jack's monster cock. He grabbed his cock with his large hand and told Michelle to suck it. Now one thing I can attest to is that Michelle has great oral skills. Having watched her suck Peter off a few times and having felt her mouth on my cock I knew that Jack would be in heaven.

She took his cock in her mouth and it seemed to stretch her mouth as she slowly sucked the head into her mouth. I looked at Jack and he just smiled. "Is she what you imagined?" I asked Jack.

"Mmmmmmmm, and then some" Jack replied.

As she sucked a little more of his cock into her mouth she reached out and stroked my cock. Jack's hands reached down and grabbed Michelle's breasts, rolling her hard nipples in between his fingers, causing Michelle to moan in pleasure. "She likes to role play as a whore to Jack" I said to Jack.

"Is that right?" Jack asked while looking at Michelle. "You want to be our little whore for the day Michelle?" he asked.

"Yes sir . . . I will do whatever you ask" Michelle responded.

"Well then you little slut, suck his cock" Jack ordered Michelle. As she reached for my cock and guided to her mouth Jack got behind her "lift that ass in the air so I can fuck that pussy while you suck his cock" added jack.

Michelle lifter her ass in the air while sucking my cock and I watched as Jack took his large cock and inserted it into Michelle's pussy. She stopped sucking me as she moaned with delight "Oh my god, you are so fucking big . . . fuck me with that big cock jack, fuck me" Michelle shouted. I grabbed Michelle's hair and pulled her head to my cock "shut up and suck me you filthy whore."

Jack began thrusting his cock in and out of Michelle's pussy and I pumped her mouth. I could feel her breasts banging into me as Jack's thrusts grew harder and stronger. "Your pussy feels great Michelle" Jack said as he grabbed her hips and fucked her harder. "You need to ride me now, ride me like a good little slut" added Jack.

He sat on a chair and I watched as Michelle straddled his cock and lowered herself onto him. Moaning with pure delight Michelle began riding his massive cock. Jack reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them together so he could get both nipples in his mouth. He sucked her hard nipples as she rode him and soon Michelle began to scream as a steady flow of her juices ran down Jack's cock and balls. "You like that cock don't you, you little slut . . . you want to ride me some more I can tell" Jack said as he grabbed her by the waist and seemingly lifted her up and down on his cock. I watched almost in amazement as she came a second time. Her breasts bouncing up and down as he lifted her up and down. "Stroke his cock while you ride me . . . make him cum" Jack ordered Michelle.

Michelle reached for my cock and began stroking me. I couldn't believe what was happening, but surely didn't want this to end. I pulled away from Michelle and told Jack that it was my turn to fuck her. Through all the teasing and playing Michelle and I did this week I have yet to fuck her pussy and I was in desperate need. Jack grabbed Michelle by the hair and lifted her off of his cock "let your step dad fuck that pussy now" he said almost disgustingly. "Get on your hand and knees" Jack added and Michelle quickly followed his order.

I got behind Michelle and slid my hard cock into her pussy. Watching it slide between her lips feeling her warmth almost made me explode immediately. I had often fantasized about me fucking her and what it would feel like, now I was finding out first hand. Jack got in front of Michelle, grabbed her hair and forced his cock into her mouth. The rougher Jack got the more wet Michelle seemed to get. Holding her head by her hair Jack fucked her mouth while I pounded her pussy from behind.

The feeling was incredible; watching her pussy lips wrap around me with each thrust was everything I had imagined. Soon I was ready to explode and told Michelle to warn her and sort of ask her where she wanted me to cum. "Oh yes, cum inside me, fill me up with your hot cum" Michelle shouted.

Soon my head was throbbing and I felt a mind tingling explosion as I shot my cum deep into Michelle's pussy. "That's it baby, you like having that cum inside you don't you" Jack asked as he continued fucking Michelle's mouth while having a handful of her hair.

After a few minutes I pulled my semi-erect cock out of Michelle's pussy and made my way to a chair to watch Jack have his way with my step daughter. Jack sat back on the chair and ordered Michelle to ride him reverse cow girl. As she lowered herself onto his cock he cupped her breasts and she moaned. "Now ride me while your step dad watches us. Think of me fucking you while he sits there watching his slut step daughter get fucked" Jack said.

"Mmmmmm yes, please fuck me hard, I want to cum on your cock so he can see" Michelle exhorted.

I watched as she rode his cock, her breasts swaying as she went up and down on his cock. Michelle looked at me locking eyes and began sucking on her fingers. Within minutes Michelle was screaming and exploding all over Jacks cock. Her legs spread as she rode him I could see her juices flowing down Jacks balls and upper thighs. Jack grabbed Michelle by the hand and forced her to her knees as he took his cock and began pumping it with his giant hand.

"I am going to cum . . . do you want to taste my cum you little slut?" asked Jack.

"Yes" shouted Michelle "give it to me, let me taste you in my mouth."

Michelle opened her mouth and Jack stroked his cock and began spewing hot cum into her mouth. With each stroke more cum flew from Jack's cock, coating Michelle's mouth, cheeks, and chin. Jack let go of his cock and Michelle's hand wrapped around it and she sucked his cock until it became limp.

The three of us stayed there for what seemed like eternity. Jack and I both spent from shooting our loads and Michelle as if she was in ecstasy. Not a word was said as Jack made his way to the bathroom to clean up while Michelle helped me get dressed. Jack came back fully clothed, Michelle gave him a kiss on the cheek and bounded down the hall to the bathroom.

Jack and I talked a little about the weather, my accident, my recovery and some local news. I offered Jack something to drink but he refused saying that he had some errands to run and with that he exited the front door, got in his car and drove away.

I retreated to the den and waited for Michelle. Twenty minutes passed and Michelle made her way to the den. I greeted her with a smile and before I could say anything she said "thanks . . . that was simply awesome . . . I guess I can cross another fantasy of my list thanks to you."

I just smiled back, turned on the TV and searched for the basketball game. We sat there watching TV with never mentioning another word about our afternoon treat. As we went to bed later that evening I couldn't help but wonder what other fantasies Michelle could possibly have and how they could compare to the afternoon I just experienced.

The Crumpled Letter

The Crumpled Letter
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

I wonder if anyone has ever done a survey on how husbands find out that their wives are cheating. A suspicion that causes him to look into her activities? Something overheard at a social gathering? A good friend who tells him something that the friend thinks he should know? What percentage would be because the wife or girlfriend of her lover found out and dropped a dime on the couple? I'm betting that a survey would show that the majority would find out the same way I did - by accident.

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Madeline and I met in college, had a brief but very satisfying affair, and then went on our separate ways. Three years after graduation we ran into each other at a cocktail party, reconnected and started dating. Six months later I asked her to marry me and she said yes. Two years later we had a three-bedroom house, two cars and a cottage on a lake.

We had both decided early on that neither of us would be willing to give up our careers to raise children and in truth I don't believe that either of us would have been any good as a parent. So, in order to make our sex life more enjoyable and trouble free I had a vasectomy. To make sure that it took I went in once a month for six months and had my sperm tested. The first test showed that I was no longer able to procreate and the next five tests were just to verify that I stayed that way.

A couple of years went by and Mad and I climbed the corporate ladder, each of us doing well in our chosen fields. The higher up the ladder we climbed the more responsibilities we took on and eventually we both reached a point where travel became part of our jobs. It wasn't too bad for me; I only had to travel on the average of twice a month and was usually only gone for two or three days, but Mad was gone for a week to ten days when she traveled. Granted, she only had to travel once every six weeks or so, but I did hate for her to be gone almost two weeks at a time. Mad's trips were always to Boston and I once jokingly said she should find a place and set up housekeeping since she spent so much time there.

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We had been married a little over eight years when I made my accidental discovery. I had a lunch date with Madeline and I swung by her office to pick her up. Gloria, her secretary, told me that Mad had been called into a meeting and had left word for me to wait for her in her office, that she wouldn't be long.

The nice thing about Mad's tenth floor office was that she had a view. I walked over to the window and looked out for a bit and then turned to go back and sit on one of her office chairs. Madeline had one of those large calendar pads on her desk and as I turned my eyes swept the desk and I noticed that in large black letters she had marked Boston in the box for the 24th. She hadn't mentioned that trip to me yet.

With my eyes on the desk pad I wasn't watching where I was going and I bumped into the wastebasket and knocked it over and some trash spilled out. I bent over and bent to pick up the trash and put it back in the basket and one of the things I picked up was an envelope with SWAK printed across the back flap. I hadn't seen that since junior high and I wondered who was sending Mad things with the initials for "Sealed With A Kiss" printed on it. I turned it over and saw that it was addressed to Ms. Madeline Beckman, not Mrs., and it was sent to her work address and not her home address. I looked through the trash and found three crumpled sheets of paper with the same handwriting on them as the envelope and curiosity got the best of me and I put the three pages and the envelope in my pocket. I picked up the rest of the trash and went over and sat down in one of the chairs. My butt no sooner hit the seat cushion than Madeline walked in.

"Sorry to keep you waiting honey, but Brian got a wild hair up his ass over quality control and called a meeting."

"No problem. I just got here a couple of minutes ago. Shall we go or do you need to stick around?"

"No sticking around honey, I need to get out of here so lets go."

Lunch was leisurely and we talked about our plans for the coming weekend and talked some about the boat she wanted to buy for use when we went up to our cottage on the lake. I dropped her back at her office and then headed back to mine.

I sat down at my desk and took the envelope and three sheets of paper out of my pocket and spread them out on my desk. I smoothed out the sheets and noticed that the writer had obligingly numbered the pages and so I put them in order and started to read them. The letter started out, "My dearest Madeline," and I won't bother to spell out the rest of it. It will suffice to say that it was a love letter from someone named Trace. He wrote about how he could not wait to see her again and hold her in his arms and love her like she deserved to be loved.

My jaws got tighter and tighter as I read the letter and it was probably a good thing for Madeline and Trace that I couldn't get my hands on either one of them just then, especially after I read when I got to the top of page three.

"I have your appointment set up at the clinic for 10 AM on the 20th. I wish we didn't have to do this my love, but as much as I hate it I can see where you feel you must do it. I really think you should give some thought to having your tubes tied when they do the procedure so we won't have to worry about this happening again."

Trace thoughtfully included the clinic's phone number so Mad could call them if she decided to have her tubes tied. It didn't take a genius to figure out just what the "procedure" was that he referenced in the letter - Madeline was pregnant!

From the letter I gathered that Madeline and Trace had been seeing each other for some time and I remembered jokingly telling Madeline that she should set up housekeeping in Boston since she spent so much time there. It looked like she had gone and done just that. It explained why she always wanted me to call her on her cell phone instead of the hotel where she was supposed to be staying.

The evidence was there - lying on my desk - my wife was cheating on me. My wife was an unfaithful whore. The question was what was I going to do about it?

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I wrestled with the problem for the rest of the afternoon. I sat at my desk and stared at the wall as I rolled it over and over in my mind and I thought about it as I drove home. I loved Madeline, I really did love her and most of my thoughts were along the lines of how I could handle the mess and still have Madeline and I remaining together.

By the time I pulled in to my driveway I had come to realize that remaining together with Madeline was a pipe dream. There wasn't anyway I could remain with Madeline after finding out that she had cheated on me; I just was not wired that way.

Madeline usually beat me home and had dinner on by the time I got there and that night was no exception. There were candles on the table and a bottle of wine cooling in the ice bucket on the counter. I knew what that meant and sure enough Mad told me over dinner:

"I'm flying to Boston on the 19th and I'll be gone for two weeks so I need you to work your ass off sweetums. You have to give me enough to hold me until I can get home. You have plenty of vitamins I hope?"

I sat there, smiled at her and told her I would do my best as I ran through the scenario in my mind. Her calendar had said Boston on the 24th. Fly out on the 19th, go to the clinic on the 20th, use the 21st, 22nd and 23rd to recover and then report to work on the 24th.

Trace would no doubt fuck her the night of the 19th and probably one last time before she reported in to the clinic on the 20th. After that I didn't know. Having no experience in that area I had no way of knowing how soon after the procedure she could have sex again, but I was guessing it would be at least a month. Madeline always came home from her trips ready to drag me into the bedroom telling me that she needed to play catch up and I wondered what kind of excuses she would have for not wanting to have sex when she returned from her trip.

Madeline interrupted my thoughts when she said, "Come on sweetums, dessert will be served upstairs in the bedroom."

As I followed her sweet looking ass up the stairs I wondered what the deal was. Our sex life was great, at least from my standpoint, and Mad did not seem any less loving or affectionate so where had I lost her? And what was the deal with trying to fuck me to death just before she went on her trips? We went from our normal twice a night, three or four nights a week to every night as many times as she could get me up and she did it knowing that she was going to step off the plane and be fucking Trace before the sun came up the next day.

"You first sweetums," she said as she stood me next to the bed and started undressing me. "You first and then you can heat me up and then we will see how long you can stay with me."

The woman could give blow jobs. They were the best I'd ever had and I was definitely going to miss them when she as gone. She licked and sucked and played with my balls while a finger teased my asshole. She was looking up into my eyes as her head bobbed up and down and damned if I could see anything in her eyes that told me she wasn't mine anymore. I felt the build up and I tapped her lightly on the head. It was the signal that I was ready to cum. She always swallowed but she didn't like to be surprised. She sucked every last drop out of me and then she got on the bed and spread her legs wide.

As my mouth moved to her pussy I had a bad thought. Mad always loved oral sex before we made love. Did she fuck Trace before she left Boston and came home to me? When she got home was she still full of him? I know she always fucked me one last time before she left the house to fly to Boston. Did she have Trace eat her while she still had me inside her? Just the thought of me eating her after she had fucked him was enough to make me want to puke. I hesitated just a fraction and Madeline said:

"Come on sweetums, you know how much I like it."

I didn't want to, but I knew I had to; I had to keep Mad thinking I was just a stupid cuckold until I could figure out what to do.

I lowered my head, parted her cunt lips with my fingers and then I attacked her with my mouth. I fingered her pussy while I licked and sucked on her clit. She moaned and uttered little cries and pushed her hips up at me as I worked to bring her to orgasm. By the time her body trembled and she cried out, "Oh Jesus yes, yes" my cock was hard again and I moved over her and slid my cock into her cheating cunt. I fucked her hard, we both came and then we went sixty-nine after which I fucked her again. I fell asleep exhausted, but woke up in the middle of the night and laid there staring up at the ceiling, thinking and wondering.

As I drove to work the next morning I had the bare bones of a plan in my mind and I began to flesh it out as soon as I sat down behind my desk.

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The morning of the 19th Madeline woke me with a blow job and when I was awake she maneuvered into a sixty-nine and when I had her good and worked up she swung over me and lowered herself down on my stiff dick. She didn't know it yet, but it was the last time she was ever going to ride it.

After we were done she dressed and I carried the bags she had packed the night before out to her car. I kissed her goodbye and told her to have a safe trip and watched as she backed out of the drive. A final wave as she headed down the street on her way to Boston and out of my life. Well, not completely out, there was still going to be a messy divorce to go through.

Madeline's flight was at three and I caught the one that departed at five-forty. I was parked across the street from the clinic watching when Mad arrived at nine thirty-five in the company of a man who I assumed was Trace. He was an ordinary looking guy and I wondered what Mad saw in him that made her cheat on me with him. No matter, she did it and that was all that counted.

I didn't really need to be there, but for some strange reason that I'll probably never understand I wanted to see her enter that clinic with my own eyes. I glanced around to see if I could spot the private detectives that I hired, but they were good and I caught no glimpse of them. When the door closed behind her I started up the rental, returned it and flew home.

Mad would be gone for two weeks and I had a lot to get done in that time. I had four weeks vacation coming and I had made arrangements to take three of them off. When Madeline made her nightly check in call that night I let the answering machine take the call. By noon the next day I had started moving everything out of the house that I wanted and I let the machine take her call that night also.

Before I left for vacation I'd told my secretary what was going on and asked her to help me out and she agreed to do it. If Mad called my office Sheila would tell her that I was in a meeting. That would do for a day or two and then when Mad pushed (if she called at all) Sheila would mention that major changes were occurring in the company, that I was under a lot of pressure and she was sure that I would get back to Madeline as soon as possible. She would stall Mad for three days and on the fourth day tell her that I had walked out and no one knew where I was. I figured three days was enough time to get what I wanted out of the house, find an apartment and move in. I didn't really think Mad would panic and rush home when she couldn't reach me, but I still wanted those three days just in case.

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By the 24th I had found an apartment and moved in and I had stopped by the post office to arrange to have my mail forwarded. I called Sheila to let her know she could give Madeline the "walked out" story and Sheila told me that Mad had called seven times in the last two days and she was glad she could finally tell Mad I was gone.

"Tell her you were told I quit and that should keep her from bothering you any more."

Then I started doing all the things that would make the divorce nasty. I drained all the checking and savings accounts, cashed in the certificates of deposit we had and cancelled all the joint credit cards. We had an equity line of credit on the house and I maxed it out and put the check in a new account opened at a different bank than the one Madeline and I had been using.

Next I took care of the cottage on the lake. Madeline had always wanted a place on a lake so I had found the property on Lake Chaffee, bought it and surprised her with it on our fifth anniversary. She loved that cottage and went up there every chance she got. I kept meaning to put her name on the title, but never got around to it. I was forever getting calls from realtors telling me there was someone interested and asking me if I was interested in selling. I called one of them and put it on the market and I was not surprised when he called me two days later and told me he had an offer. It was close to my asking price so I told him to accept.

The one thing I didn't do was see a lawyer. I would make Madeline do all the divorce proceedings stuff. By the time she got around to it the house should be in or very near foreclosure since I wasn't going to be making any payments on it. All the late notices and nasty letters would be forwarded to my new address and Mad would never see them. I had sent a change of address and phone number to the mortgage company so Mad wouldn't even get any of the phone calls. With any luck she wouldn't even know the house was gone until she got an eviction notice.

I had cancelled my cell phone contract when Mad flew off to Boston and the signed up with a different provider and got a new number. I wasn't at the office to take calls so all Mad could reach was the answering machine. I swung by the house once a day just to see what the current batch of messages sounded like and then I would delete them and go to my apartment. They started out upbeat:

"Hi sweetums, just checking in. Give me a call on my cell when you get home. I love you sweetums, bye-bye."

By the end of the second day it was, "Rob honey, give me a call." By the end of the third day it was, "Rob, are you there? Pick up Rob." The fourth day brought, "Rob, call me. I'm worried honey, no one seems to know where you are. Is your cell working? Call me Rob."

By the fifth day she was pissed. "Damn it Rob, where are you? What the hell is going on? My Visa was declined and I called them and they said you cancelled the account. Call me." An hour later it was, "God damn you Rob! What have you done? My Discover card and my Mastercard have both been declined because you cancelled them. Damn it Rob, call me!"

I smiled and turned the answering machine off and then I called and cancelled her cell phone contract. Then I drove up to the lake to spend a few days at the cottage before I closed on the sale.

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I stayed at the cottage until the day that Madeline was due back and then I packed up everything I wanted out of the place and left. When Madeline couldn't find me sooner or later she would think of the cottage and drive up and I didn't want to be there. I spent the remainder of my vacation playing golf and avoiding any place where I might run into Madeline. On the Friday before I was due back to work I called Sheila to check in and she told me that Madeline had been in to see Jerry (my boss) and she knew I hadn't quit, but was on vacation.

"I'm betting she will be here sometime Monday to see you."

It was what I had expected and I was prepared for it. I told Sheila I would see her on Monday and then I spent the rest of the weekend playing golf during the day and going to movies at night.

Monday morning I parked three blocks away and entered the building where I worked by way of the alley and loading dock. I went to my office and looked down at the parking lot and saw Madeline sitting there in her car. I could have come in the front door and had the confrontation and gotten it out of the way, but I wanted to turn Madeline's crank for as long as I could. I was just being mean. Mad kept looking at her watch and finally she started up her car and left so she could get to work on time.

Sheila came into the office and handed me a pile of correspondence and I told her she could expect a call from my wife in about ten minutes and to go ahead and put it through. Eight minutes later Sheila buzzed me on the inter-com and told me she had Madeline on line two. I picked up the phone and said, "Yes?"

She got out "Where the hell have you been and what the hell are....." before I hung up on her. A minute later Sheila buzzed me again and told me Mad was on line one.

"Yes?"

"Damn you Rob, don't ha..." and I hung up on her again. Two minutes later she was back on line two.

"Yes?"

"We need to talk Rob."

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

"Not on the phone Rob. If I try to talk to you on the phone I'll keep getting interrupted."

"Okay. I'll meet you in your parking lot when you get off work. We can talk in your car."

"Why not just come home?"

"I don't want to."

There was silence on her end for several seconds and then she said, "All right, my car at five o'clock."

In keeping with my desire to keep turning her crank I didn't show up until five-fifteen. As I walked from my car to hers I smiled inwardly to see that she was fuming. I opened the door and slid onto the seat and said:

"Okay Madeline, what do you want?"

"What do I want?" she snarled, "I want an explanation. Where have you been? Why haven't you answered my calls? Why is all your stuff gone from the house? Why are the bank accounts empty and the credit cards cancelled and that's just for starters."

"Easy enough to answer. I moved out, I didn't want to talk to you and I don't want to be with you anymore."

"What? Why? Is there someone else?"

"Yes Mad, as a matter of fact there is someone else."

She just sat there and stared at me and then she got a nasty look on her face and snarled, "You bastard!"

I open the door and said, "I answered your questions Madeline. Hope I don't see you around" and I got out of the car and walked back to mine. She was still sitting there staring after me as I pulled out of the lot and drove off.

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I knew Madeline pretty well and I knew her pride would keep her from calling me after our little talk so six weeks went by before I heard from her. She had come home from work to find that she had no electricity and she called to let me know I was a rotten asshole for letting it happen. I knew it was coming of course since I had received the disconnect notice in my forwarded mail.

A week later they shut off the water and I got another nasty call. In retrospect I should have paid the lights and water because by not doing so I sabotaged my big plan which was to see her evicted from the house. When the lights and water were turned off she decided that she had better check into some things and she found that she was three days away from having the phone turned off and that we were over two months behind on the mortgage. I found out later she borrowed from her 401k to get the money to bring the house up to date.

Another month went by and then I received a registered letter that I hadn't expected. I figured that Madeline had too much pride to write what she wrote in the letter. I thought for sure that when I said yes to her "Is there someone else?" question she would grit her teeth, say "Fuck you Rob" and call Trace and invite him to come move in with her. Apparently I didn't know Mad as well as I thought I did. In her letter she professed to love me, said that she missed me terribly and was miserable without me. She begged me to sit down with her, tell her what was wrong and tell her why I'd left her for someone else.

"Just talk with me Rob; I know we can work it all out. I need you here with me."

I tossed the letter in the trash basket.

Three weeks later I got a call from her. "I know you got the letter because you had to sign for it. Since you didn't answer I guess you are never coming home, am I right?"

"You are."

"Then we need to sell the house. It is too big for me and I can't afford it by myself."

"Go ahead,"

"You don't care? Just, "Go ahead Mad and sell the house?"

"That's it in a nutshell."

"Nothing in my letter meant anything to you?"

"Not a thing."

Several seconds of silence followed and then she said, "Goodbye Rob" and hung up.

She put the house up for sale and had a buyer within three weeks and I got the next nasty phone call.

"You bastard! You maxed out the line of credit. After paying the realtor's commission there won't be anything left."

"I figured as much."

"Why Rob? What the fuck happened to turn you into a shithead?"

I didn't answer, I just hung up. A week later she called and said that the closing on the house would be at three-thirty on Thursday and asked if that was a good time for me or should she reschedule. I told her it was good for me and then I hung up. Thursday I left the office at two and went out and played eighteen holes of golf.

That must have been the straw that broke the camel's back because the following Monday I was served. Madeline was suing for divorce and she was using irreconcilable differences as grounds. She was asking for the money that was in the savings and checking at the time I moved out. She wanted the money from the CDs I'd cashed in and the money I had taken out when I maxed out the line of credit on the house. She also wanted the house and for me to make good the money she had taken from her 401k to keep the house from going into foreclosure. And she wanted me to pay her attorney's fees and all court costs. The cottage was not mentioned so she must not have known I'd sold it and was figuring that it would be included in "the half of the marital assets."

I had expected her to do that and I expected that the courts would go along with some of it, if it got to court, and I had all the money sitting in an interest bearing account. I had been waiting for the day and I called my attorney and told him to go ahead with what we had already planned. He promptly filed the paperwork counter suing on the grounds of adultery and asking that I be awarded all assets existing at the time Madeline had destroyed our marriage and I had moved out of the house and that she pay my attorney's fees and all court costs.

Three days later Madeline called me. "I was just served. Are you out of your fucking mind charging me with adultery? You are the one who said you had someone else."

"No I didn't Madeline. You asked me if the reason I moved out was because of someone else and all I said was, "Yes Mad, as a matter of fact there is." You assumed I had met someone else, but that wasn't the case. When I said there was someone else I was referring to your lover Trace. Don't call me anymore Madeline. From now on everything goes through the lawyers."

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A couple of weeks went by and my lawyer called me. "They aren't negotiating. They are not going to settle for less than they are asking for."

"Set up a conference. You, me, Madeline and her lawyer."

John and I were sitting in his conference room when Madeline and her lawyer came in and sat down. As soon as they were seated Madeline's lawyer said:

"First, as a basis for this negotiation we..." and I cut him off. "This isn't a negotiation meeting. This is a clear the air and ultimatum meeting. I will state my position and then you and Madeline get to decide what you want to do. First, Madeline's parent's and all of her relatives are staunch Catholics and while Mad has disappointed them in not holding as firm to their beliefs as they would like I'm sure that she isn't interested in being ostracized by them. Unfortunately that is likely what could happen if I am forced to release the information that I have."

I slid copies of the private detective's report across the table to the both of them.

"You will notice that with the exception of the time spent at work and at the abortion clinic that Madeline spent her entire trip to Boston living in Trace Mueller's apartment."

At the mention of the abortion clinic I saw the color leave Madeline's face. I slid more papers across the table to them.

"This is the medical record of her visit to the clinic. Note that in addition to the procedure she also had her tubes tied so she could continue on with her affair with Mueller without fear of getting pregnant again. Notice that the last three pages are copy of a letter from Mueller telling my wife that he had made the appointment at the clinic and recommending that she have her tubes tied. A recommendation she obviously followed. I also have videotape and still photos of my unfaithful wife with Mr. Mueller.

"You will stop contesting my filing and allow the divorce to proceed on the term put forth in my filing or the information I just showed you will be used."

Madeline's lawyer sat and listened to me, tapping his pencil on his legal pad, and when I was done he said"

"First of all, and I'm sure that your attorney has informed you of it, Mrs. Beckman's medical records are personal information and the only way you could have gotten them was by illegal means. In any event they would not be allowed to be entered in the divorce proceedings. Next, you shou..." and I interrupted him before he could go on.

"I know they are inadmissible in court, but I never intended them to go to court. When I said the information would be used I meant that every living relative of my wife's will receive a copy. Her parish priest will get a copy, every friend of hers that I am aware of will receive a copy and her boss, who happens to be involved with every Right To Life organization in existence will get a copy.

"John tells me that you could, if you have a good relationship with a judge, get an injunction as soon as you leave and in effect have a gag order issued. That wouldn't matter to me, I'd do it anyway. All they could do would be to hold me in contempt of court, but since I don't want to spend thirty days in jail or pay a fine this is the way it will work. You will agree to my terms in writing before you leave this room. If you walk out that door without agreeing in writing to what I've just said I will make one phone call and special messengers will start delivering copies within the hour. There is one last thing you should know. I'm hoping like hell that you won't agree. I'm praying that you will get up and storm out of here without signing anything."

Madeline spoke up for the first time since coming into the room. "You would do that? You would really do that to me? You hate me that much?"

"You bet I do. Finding out about your Boston playmate killed every feeling I had for you. I'll leave you to work it out with John. I'm going to go into his office and sit by the phone. Again, I hope he tells me you walked out without agreeing to anything so I can make my phone call before you are even out of the building."

I got up and left the room and three minutes later John buzzed me and told me that they wanted some time to think about it and they left without agreeing to anything. I picked up the phone and made one call and by suppertime Madeline's parents, two brothers, three sisters and several aunts and uncles had copies of the material. In addition, Trace's employer and all of his family that the private detective could find had copies.

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The divorce went to court and in the end the judge ruled that everything was to be split fifty/fifty, but that Madeline had to pay for both attorneys and all the court costs. That was a bonus for me since I assumed that each party would have to pay their own attorney's fees and split the court costs. John told me he wasn't surprised because the judge had gone through a divorce from a cheating wife ten or so years ago and he was known to lean toward the man's side when the wife was the cheater and the case law would allow him to do so.

The proceeds from the cottage were exempted from the split since it was in my name only even though Mad's attorney argued it was acquired during the marriage and thus acquired jointly. John argued that since I had purchased the cottage using my yearly bonus check and thus not funds held jointly in any joint account that the cottage was mine and mine alone and the judge agreed.

The divorce was final seven months ago and Mad paid a high price for her infidelity. Her family turned their backs on her and although she has managed to repair the breach between one brother and two of her sisters her older brother, youngest sister and her parents will have nothing to do with her. When her youngest sister was married Madeline was not invited to the wedding, but Madeline being Madeline she showed up at the reception anyway. Her father told her to leave and when she wouldn't he called the cops on her. The cops asked her to leave since she was not an invited guest and she gave them a ration of shit and so they cuffed her and hauled her away. She spent the night in jail and was released in the morning after being charged with Disturbing the Peace, Trespass and Interfering With an Officer in the Performance of his Duties.

Aside from her family problems she was fired from her job. Not because her boss was a strong right to life activist, but because she filed false expense reports. It seems that her boss read the private detective's report that stated she stayed at Mueller's apartment the entire time she was in Boston, but in her expense report she put in for two weeks reimbursement for a hotel room. I have no idea where she came up with the fake receipts but her boss checked on them and found that they were bogus. Her boss gave her the option - resign or be fired for theft. Madeline said she hadn't done it for the money; she just did it to keep people from asking why she didn't have hotel receipts for her trips. She told him that she would return the money and her boss said sorry, but no. She resigned and the last I heard she was waiting tables at a restaurant.

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I never knew the why of it since I never talked with Madeline after she left for that last trip to Boston, but then it didn't really matter. What mattered was that she did it and it was something I could never accept and live with. I loved her and I still think of her and wish it could have turned out different.

My major regret is that Boston is sixteen hundred miles away and I don't know the place or anyone there. That makes doing something to Mueller almost impossible. I'm surprised that Mad didn't pack up and head for Boston when her life here cratered on her. Maybe the stuff I sent his family soured him on Mad and she can't go to him. What I'm hoping is that Mad is still here because he plans on coming here to join her. I'm already making plans in case he does.

The Big Race

The Big Race
By: Poolsharkgirl (mymach173@aol.com)

The Big Race

It was Friday night and as usual, my husband and I were getting a little drunk and playing a few games of pool. As he usually does, he had talked me into playing strip pool, and we were both down to our underwear. All I had left on was a pair of black lace boyshort panties and a black lace bra, which fastened in the front but was now hanging open. I was trying to make a shot, but keeping his hands off me was more of a chore. He had come up behind me and had his hand inside my bra, caressing my breasts. My nipples were getting very hard and it was difficult to concentrate. I was about to take my shot when he whispered in my ear.

"So baby, aren't you ready to spend some more time with your boyfriend" he whispered?

It caught me off guard and I missed my shot. It has been awhile since he has brought up my summer vacation last year with my old boyfriend, Tom. I had thought that he had been having second thoughts about my being with him, so I didn't want to be the one to bring him up.

Last year, on a dare, he had arranged for me to spend time with an old boyfriend. After 15 years of marriage it was probably the best thing he has ever done for me! At first I thought that it was just fantasy talk. He had gotten me drunk one night and I had playfully told him that I had always regretted not having sex with one of my old flames. It really got him off talking about it and we had some incredible sex that night. I thought that was the end of it, but when he put the plane tickets on the pool table one night I just couldn't believe it. It seems that he had located him on the Internet and had been exchanging emails with him. He was pretending to be me, and used the things I had told him to get things started. I had never really intended to actually ever be with him. I thought it was just for fun. He had challenged me to not only have sex with him, but to have a lot of sex with him! He had even bought me some very naughty outfits to wear just for him. For a while after I got back he would have me put the outfits on and he would make love to me while I told him about the things I did with my ex-boyfriend while wearing it. I didn't believe that he could ever be ok with me having sex with another man, but he actually gets off on it!

Without turning around I grabbed his hand and rubbed it across my breast.

"Why do you ask?" I questioned him. " Are you ready to send me back for more"? I asked smiling.

"Actually I was thinking you could invite him up here" he started. "Tell him you will pay his way and he can come up to see the race next month" he finished.

"Oh really"? I squirmed, feeling his other hand pushing my panties down, allowing his finger to brush against my mound. " What makes you think I can talk him into that"? I asked.

" Oh I'm sure you can convince him"! He whispered, as his finger slipped into my wet slit. " He can stay here the first night and I booked a hotel for the two of you for the rest of the week".

I was getting so wet as his fingers pumped deep inside me. It was getting me so turned on thinking about seeing Tom again and I know he could tell it was getting to me.

" Why do you want him to stay here for the first night"? I managed to ask.

"Because we're going to get him drunk, and then I am going to watch him make love to you"! He blurted out.

"Oh, and what makes you think I will let you watch"? I asked between deep breaths.

"Because you want to fuck him again as bad as I want to watch, so I know you will"! He said confidently.

With that he bent me over and in a quick motion, pushed my legs apart and plunged his hard cock deep inside me. He made several deep slow strokes and again whispered in my ear.

"So is it a deal?" He asked, knowing the answer.

I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as I took him all in.

"Ok, oh, yes", I agreed trying to catch my breath.

We made love for what seemed an eternity that night. When I awoke the next day, I wasn't sure if what I thought happened last night was real or just a drunken dream. I was quickly reminded though when I found the tickets on my dresser with a note from my husband. I opened the note, and all it said was "thanks for a great night"!

I called Tom the next day. He was a little nervous about meeting my husband, but I convinced him that he was the one who bought the tickets. After some prodding he reluctantly agreed to come visit. I told him that unfortunately all hotel rooms were booked before the race, but that I did reserve a room for us for the rest of the week. He again asked if I was sure that the hubby was ok with him staying at our house and I told him everything would be fine.

The weeks went by fast. My husband made good use of the time, getting me drunk on the weekends and making love to me while talking about Tom and I being together.

I did manage to get them to talk to each other prior to his coming up. I don't know what they talked about, but my husband was laughing and they seemed to get along.

At my husband's urging, I had told Tom that my husband and I had an unusual marriage. I lied that although we did have sex occasionally, he was unable to hold an erection very long and our love life was pretty much none existent. I assured him that seeing him was my husband's idea. I told him that since he couldn't satisfy me, he wanted me to be able to get what I needed, but only if it was with some one I knew and cared for. He didn't want me out just screwing around with strangers.

Tom seemed to accept this, and since he was also in a failed marriage, it was a good situation. His wife had been fooling around on him for years. He had confronted her with the fact that he knew, and she didn't care. He said he would leave her, but since his son was 15, he didn't want to leave her till he was out of school. She had threatened to take him to the cleaners if he tried to leave, so he was just biding his time. Although he did tell me that once he was free of her, he would be coming to take me away from my husband for good. I don't know what I'll do when that time comes though. Since I have been seeing him, my feelings for him have grown very strong. I told my husband about my feelings and he said that he knew that it could be a possibility, but he was confident I wouldn't leave him. I just wish I were as sure as he is.

The day of Tom's arrival, my husband had things all set. He had been walking around the house all morning with a huge hard-on. I didn't want to get messy so I relieved him with my hand as I whispered in his ear about what was about to take place. He exploded almost instantly! I told him he better control himself if he expected to be around Tom and I.

I left for the airport and waited for Tom to get off the plane. His plane was right on time and I ran into his arms as soon as he cleared the gate. We were kissing and pawing at each other all the way to the parking garage. I can only imagine what some of the people who saw us were thinking. As we both climbed into my Chevy Blazer, it only took a second before his hands were all over me. His hands were up my shirt and grabbing my breasts before I could even get the key into the ignition. I tried to slow him down but it was no use. I caught him off guard as I opened my door and jumped out of the truck. He gave me a puppy dog look and I closed the door as he was trying to speak. I quickly had his attention again though, as I opened the back door and pulled the seats down, giving us the whole back of the Blazer to spread out. My windows are tinted very dark, and the parking garage lighting kept anyone from being able to see in. He got the hint and practically jumped into the back with me. He pulled off his shirt and began removing his jeans almost instantly. I started to remove my shirt as I saw his stiffening cock spring into view. I had almost forgotten how nice his cock was. My husband's cock suits me just fine, but Tom's cock is just unbelievable in so many different ways! He grabbed the snap on my jeans and nearly broke my zipper tearing it down. He pulled my jeans and panties off in one quick pull. I tried to grab at his cock but he couldn't wait.

"Later", he huffed. As he laid me back, spreading my legs as he did. "I have to have you right now" he begged.

With that he moved between my legs and roughly shoved his stiff cock deep into my hot burning slit. I was already very wet from anticipation. His thrusts were unbelievable, as he pounded me so hard I screamed out. The truck was rocking as he thrust deep inside me over and over again. When I thought I could take no more I dug my nails into his back and pulled him inside me with one last thrust! He exploded his hot wad deep inside me. I could feel him pumping his hot load into places my husband never could. My body twitched as yet another wave rushed through me. I haven't been with him even an hour yet and already he has put me over the edge several times!

He collapsed beside me as we both tried to catch our breaths.

I was finally able to speak. "So I take it you missed me"? I smiled!

"Oh baby, more then you could ever know". He gasped.

We cleaned up and dressed. On the way to the house I tried my hardest to convince him that my husband was "OK" with us being together, and he didn't have anything to worry about.

When we got there my husband met us at the door and greeted us with open arms. I wasn't completely convinced that this was going to work, but he was a perfect gentleman and made Tom feel right at home. He spent most of the time telling Tom about the race the next day and giving him all the details. He talked him into taking me down to the track tonight to walk around and check out all the tailgaters and partying that takes place around the track the night before the race. Because of traffic, my husband planned to drop us off and pick us up later after we had enough. Tom went to use the restroom and get a shower so he could get ready for tonight. When he did I followed my husband up to our room. As soon as we made it into the room he pulled me to him and kissed me deeply.

"Thank you for doing this for me", he whispered.

I unsnapped my jeans and guided his hand between my legs. It was obvious from his expression that he felt Tom's wad still dripping from my pussy.

"Oh no, baby", the pleasure is all mine! I whispered with smile!

With that I also went to take a shower, my husband followed me into the bathroom, wanting to know how we managed to have sex before even making it back to the house! I just kept smiling as I watched his cock straining against his shorts. I allowed him to have a quickie with me before I jumped in the shower. He popped his load so quick, I could tell that my being with Tom was really exciting him!

"So how did it feel to get sloppy seconds" I asked him as he pulled his dripping cock from between my legs?

"That was awesome"! Was all he could manage between breaths!

We met Tom downstairs and left for the track. My husband had thought of everything. He had a bottle of Jack Daniels for Tom and a cooler packed with my favorite beer. I had decided on wearing my blue jeans with a blue button up shirt. I had on a sexy pair of white lace boy short panties (my favorite kind) with a matching white lace bra. I had intentionally left an extra button undone just to see if the boys noticed. From their expressions when I walked out, they did. The traffic getting into the track was heavy and it was all I could do to keep Tom's hands off me on the way there. My husband had insisted on Tom and I riding in the back seat. He let us out at the track and told us he would meet us back at the same spot at around midnight. Tom and I walked around getting drunk and taking in all the sights around the track. There were people partying everywhere you looked. It was very crowed but also very exciting as everyone was pretty much behaving themselves for the most part. Both Tom and I were getting very drunk, both from our own liquor and all the other drinks that some of the partiers forced upon us. We managed to stagger back to where we were meeting my husband and he was there waiting on us.

The ride home started off pretty quiet. Since we were buzzed it was all I could do to keep focused. Tom started kissing me on my neck. At first I tried to stop him but then I noticed my husband had set his mirror so he could watch us, so I decided to play a little bit. I began kissing him back as I wrapped my arms around him. I knew this would be driving my husband crazy, and I just hoped he was still able to drive. Tom was getting braver as his hand slipped inside my shirt and started rubbing my breasts. He had unsnapped my bra and was making my nipples rock hard from his touch. I had just finished working my bra out from under my shirt when we pulled into the driveway. I tossed it on the console as I got out of the truck. I saw my husbands expression as he saw what I did just before he closed his door.

When we got into the house it was kind of awkward. I was standing next to Tom and my husband was standing there looking at us. I wasn't sure what to do next. My husband spoke up first.

"So who's up for a few games of pool?" he suggested?

He looked in my direction. I looked over at Tom to see if he was up for it and he nodded.

" Ok", I said, "I think we are up for a few games".

We started playing and my husband made sure to keep the drinks flowing. Tom was really buzzed and I wasn't far behind. I knew my husband was up to something but I wasn't sure what. He poured another round of drinks and Tom racked the balls so he and I could play. I was down to the eight ball but had a really tough shot to make. My husband seeing his chance spoke up.

"Hey, I'll bet there is know way you will make that" he blurted out.

I looked over at him and smiled. "Oh yea"? I asked. And what if I do?

"Are you willing to put a little wager on it" he dared me!

I realized what he was up to. " I would", I said, "but I don't have any money".

"Hmmm", he thought out loud. "What could we play for"? "How about our shirts he finally blurted out. "Unless Tom would rather you didn't" he asked looking Toms way.

"Hey that's fine with me" Tom smiled. "As long as your ok with it", he stated.

"Your on", I boasted, "I'm not going to miss". "But if I make it, I get both your shirts".

The boys agreed and I proceeded to sink the ball without hesitation, even though I could hardly see the table.

" Ok, guys", I smiled, "let me have those shirts"!

They both shyly took them off and handed the to me. I held them up like a prize!

"Ok, who's next" I asked?

My husband quickly racked the balls and we started a new game. He ran the table and was quickly down to the eight ball.

"Same deal, right" he asked?

"I don't think so," I protested. "We didn't make any deals before the game".

"Oh, come on you chicken", he dared me, "At least you could agree to undo a couple buttons"

"But if you miss, I get your pants" I blurted out!

He shook his head in agreement and then made the shot without effort. He started racking again and looked over at Tom.

"I think you may have to undo them for her", he directed Tom. "I think she's going try to chicken out".

Tom got a big smile on his face.

"I think I can manage", I shot back. "You just worry about racking those balls".

I turned my back and undid all but the last two buttons. As I turned around I could tell that both of them were staring at my chest. I made sure to stand so that even though it was unbuttoned, I wasn't revealing much. I could tell they were both a bit disappointed, but I also knew that as soon as I started playing, they would get an eyeful.

My husband finished racking and motioned to Tom that it was his turn to play me. He made only one ball after the break and then it was my turn. As soon as I bent over to shoot, I could feel my shirt fall open as my breasts were exposed. I noticed Tom staring and I made a point of giving him a good view. I got lucky and quickly cleared the table. Neither Tom nor my husband said much while I was shooting. I think they were both to obsessed on checking out my titties.

As I lined up for the eight ball I looked at Tom and announced, " Hey if I make this you're losing those pants"! I was leaning over giving him a great view as I said it.

He was sitting on a bar stool in the corner watching me. He seemed to be in a trance and simply nodded in agreement. I easily made the shot and walked over to him and smiled.

"I'll be taking these", I giggled, as I reached down and unsnapped his jeans. As I pulled the zipper down he raised up from the stool and allowed me to pull his jeans out from under him. I could hear my husband racking the balls again as I pulled his jeans down and off of his legs. He looked so cute sitting there in just his boxers. I stood between his legs facing him and allowed my hand to drop into his lap. I inched in closer, my hand finding his semi stiff cock as I did. I figured if my husband wanted a show, he was going to get it! I leaned in and kissed him as my hand began groping his cock. He kissed me back as I allowed his tongue to find mine. I could feel him getting extremely hard from my touch. His hand reached up and entered my shirt. My nipple quickly hardened as he teased it between his fingers. What I didn't notice was that he had also unbuttoned the last two buttons on my shirt while I was toying with him. I was enjoying our little show when I heard my husband behind me.

"Ok, enough of that you too", he joked. "Lets play some pool".

I turned towards him and shot him an angry but playful look. When I moved he could easily see Toms stiff cock pushing against his boxers. I could tell that he was pleased with the results of my playing.

As I moved towards the table I suddenly realized that my shirt was now wide open. I tried to reach down to re-button it, but my husband reached over and pushed my hand away. I figured I would just have to leave it that way.

"Ok", my husband began, "since you got Tom's pants, I'm going to have to go after yours".

Before I could protest Tom quickly agreed.

I cleared the table rather quickly but missed with one ball left, other then the eight ball. My husband took advantage of this and was now down to the eight ball. Moving over by Tom, I allowed him to rub my ass while watching my husband shoot. I let my shirt fall open, hoping to catch my husband's attention and distract him. My body stiffened slightly as I saw him easily sink the eight ball.

"Looks like I win", announced my husband as he stood like a warrior who had just won a battle!

I turned to see Tom's expression and he was all smiles.

"I can help you with those", he offered.

With that he pulled me in front of him and unsnapped my jeans. He lingered a bit as he slowly slid my zipper down. I stood there motionless allowing him to slide my jeans down and over my hips. I could tell by his expression that he liked what he saw! His cock, which had softened somewhat during the game, sprang to life again. I could hear my husband racking the balls again but my attention was on Tom's hard cock. As I wiggled out of my jeans, I reached out and lightly toyed with his hard member. As he reached out to put his hands on my waist I quickly stepped back.

"I think we need to play one more game so I can get back at you guys" I protested! "And you need to lose your pants too so it will be even', I demanded of my husband.

"Ok", my husband began. "I guess that is fair.

He undid his jeans and stepped out of them, throwing them into the corner as he did. It was very obvious that his cock was hard as he tried to block it from view. Tom had the same problem as he stood up. I was enjoying the effect I was having on these two and it was my turn to play. I walked up behind Tom, as he was ready to break. Pulling my shirt open and pressing my breasts against his naked back, I reached around and grabbed his cock!

"If you lose, these boxers are mine" I teased.

My husband took up a stool in the far corner to watch us play. Being so drunk and half naked made it very hard for either one of us to concentrate. As the game went back and forth, I kept trying to distract Tom by grabbing at his cock when he would walk past me. He started doing the same, grabbing at my panties and rubbing me as I tried to get past him. As I stood eyeing up one shot he came up behind me, pressing his hard cock against me. I felt his hands on my shoulders as he pulled my shirt down and off my shoulders. I let it fall to the floor without realizing what I had done. I suddenly looked at my husband after he did, and could tell that he liked this new development. After I missed that shot I turned around and faced Tom. He had a big smile on his face as my eyes lost contact with his and he caught me looking at his boxers. He moved closer to me, eyeing up my now naked breasts. His hands rose up and grabbed my breasts as he leaned down to kiss me. I took his tongue in my mouth as we embraced.

I forgot about my husband being in the room with us, as my hands found their way to his waist. I started to ease his boxers down until I felt his cock spring from their constraints. As they fell to the floor I felt one of Tom's hands lower and slip into my panties. His fingers found my clit and he toyed with it as I felt my body tingle in response. Before I knew it he had my panties down and two fingers buried deep inside me, pumping my wet pussy roughly. I had his cock in my hand stroking it in response. This continued for what seemed like forever as he brought me over the edge several times. I was startled when he turned me around and leaned me over the pool table. Leaning over the table allowed him to easily slip his hot cock between my legs. I felt my now wet pussy open as the ead of his sweet cock slipped in. His hands were wrapped around me squeezing my breasts as he pumped his manhood deep inside me. I was rocking my hips in rhythm with his when I noticed my husband who was still sitting in the back corner, his own cock was out and in his hand, pumping it. That put me over the edge as I exploded again and again. Tom pulled out and moved me to the floor. He pushed my legs apart and buried his tongue deep into my wetness. His tongue alternated between my hard clit and my hot pussy, making me arch my back and scream out in pleasure. He then mounted me again, and rammed his thick cock deep inside me almost splitting me in two. I felt him shudder as his hot wad burst deep inside me. I thought that his load would never stop as it oozed down, out around his cock. He pulled out and lay down beside me.

When we regained our senses, I got up, only to find my husband gone, and some pillows and blankets lying by the table. Tom and I snuggled up and fell quickly asleep. And I knew that my husband had his chance to watch what he had been wanting to see!

Debbie Does Because

Debbie Does Because
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

There was a time when I thought that I was "one sick puppy." No, that's not right, I am one sick puppy, but there was a time that I thought that I was alone in my particular obsession. Then I got a computer, got turned on to the internet, and found out that there are a lot of other people out there who are just like me. My obsession? Eating my wife's pussy after she has been freshly fucked by someone else!

I wasn't always that way. I used to be a clean living, fun-loving guy, and then I did the one thing that fucks us all up - I got married. Don't get me wrong, Debbie is a great girl and I'm lucky that she chose to be my wife, but once we said, "I do," my life became a lot of "Oh no you don'ts."

I suppose it happens to all guys when they get married, but I don't understand why. Debbie and I dated for two years before we got married. She knew everything there was to know about me so she knew what she was getting, right? She made up her mind to marry me based on what I was, right? Wrong! The first thing to change was no smoking in the house. Since I don't smoke anyway you would thing that that one wouldn't bother me, but for seven years I have hosted a Friday night poker game and four of the players smoke.

That led to the second change - no more poker games. Next to go was bowling. I am an avid bowler, carry a 214 average, and at one time was considering going on the pro tour. I was bowling in three leagues plus rolling in pot games after the leagues, but I was informed that bowling was taking up to much of my time and I wasn't spending enough time with Debbie ("Honestly, you care more about that damned old bowling ball than you do me.") So two leagues and the pot games were gone.

Next on the agenda was golf; it went from twice a week to once a month, if I'm lucky. Then came the makeover. She started buying me my clothes ("You can't go around looking like that."); changed my after shave (too tart), my underarm deodorant (too sweet), and my toothpaste ("You need this one, it has whiteners").

Things got a bit sticky there for a while when she decided that we would trade in my pick up for a minivan. I put my foot down on that one and things were a bit frosty around the house for a few days. Why did I put up with all that shit? Because Debbie had the face of an angel, the body of a porn queen, cooked better than my mother (and believe me, that's saying something), made 75K a year as a systems programmer, and she was the most fantastic piece of ass I'd ever had in my life. I've found that you can overlook an awful lot if you are having your brains fucked out half a dozen times a week -or more.

That brings us to the sex part of the story. Take one man, put him on a bed and line up six women for him to fuck. Then take one woman and put her on a bed next to the man and line up six men for her to fuck. Which one do you think will wear out first? Well, that's my situation - I'm the one guy and Debbie is the six women. When we were dating we enjoyed each other two, sometimes three times a week, and then we said our "I do's" and it was like a switch was flipped to the permanently on position. Five times on our wedding night alone! At the end of our two-week honeymoon I had lost fifteen pounds. The only thing that was keeping me alive was the fact that we both had day jobs so I could go to work to rest up; if we had been independently wealthy and could have stayed home during the day I'd probably be dead by now. Debbie is a fuck machine and she wants it all the time.

My friends told me not to worry, that it would change, "In a couple of years you will be down to two, maybe three times a week, and you will be wishing you could go back to the good old days when you could get all you wanted."

That was six years ago and Debbie hasn't even come close to slowing down. And Debbie is inventive. She reads about a position and we have to try it. She read about a sex swing and now we have one in our basement. She read about a lotion that makes a man stay harder longer and now we have three bottles of it. She has fucked me in every room in the house and on every piece of furniture that we own that will hold us up. And, of course, she has her favorites. For regular intercourse she prefers doggie style, and for anal she likes for me to sit in a chair while she sits on me, and for oral she prefers sixty-nine - and that is where my obsession started.

One night she was sucking my cock while I was licking her labia and she asked me to cum in her mouth:

"I want to see what it tastes like."

So I did and she liked it. After that once or twice a week she would suck me to completion, swallow it all, keep sucking me till I was hard again, and then try to fuck my brains out. About a month after doing it for the first time she asked me if I knew what my cum tasted like and I said no. She had just finished sucking me off and swallowing my load; she spun around and kissed me and then stuck her tongue down my throat and I tasted me for the first time. It didn't do a thing for me, but Debbie got a charge out of it. The next time she sucked me all the way off she did the same thing, only that time she hadn't swallowed it all and she pushed it into my mouth with her tongue. Again, it didn't do anything for me, but it drove Debbie wild. A week later she asked me to go down on her just after I'd fucked her; I did and it was great! Coming out of her pussy my cum tasted nothing like it did when it came out of her mouth. I don't know whether it was the combination of her juices mixing with mine, or just my imagination, but it tasted great. More to the point, Debbie got enormously turned on by it; she bucked and screamed and had a tremendous orgasm and my eating her out after fucking her became a regular part of our sex life.

A couple of years went by and then one day I got hurt on the job and I ended up in a back brace for five months. As a result, our sex life came to an abrupt halt and it didn't take long before the lack of sexual satisfaction began to tell on Debbie. She got cross and irritable and pretty soon we were arguing about everything. One day about two months after the accident we had a real nasty argument and I shouted at her:

"Jesus fucking Christ! I didn't ask for this to happen. I'm suffering every bit as much as you are. Go buy yourself a big fucking dildo or a summer sausage or something and get yourself off. Just stop your goddamn bitching at me."

Debbie ran crying from the room and later that night she came to bed and hugged me and said she was sorry for being such a bitch and would I forgive here and on and on and on. What was to forgive? I knew what the problem was and it wasn't her fault, but I couldn't do anything about it.

Two days later Debbie came home from work with two shopping bags full of toys. A couple of battery operated dildos, one really long double headed one, and one I called Max the Monster. It was eleven and a half inches long, as big around as my wrist, and it had a suction cup base. Debbie put the toys to the test, especially Max, and things calmed down around the house. Another month and the back brace came off, two months of physical therapy, and the doctor gave me a clean bill of health to go back to full activities. When Debbie came home the night that I was cleared, I met her at the front door, swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom. I put her down on the bed and started to undress.

"What are you doing?" Debbie asked. "Resuming my husbandly duties, my love."

Debbie's face turned ashen and she pulled away from me, "I thought it was going to be another month before you could have sex."

"That was the schedule," I said, "but I have been working really hard at therapy, and the doctor has given me the green light" and I reached for the top button on her dress. She pulled back away from me, "What's the matter?" I asked, "I thought you would be pleased."

She looked up at me and I saw a tear on her cheek. "Please sit down" she said, and when I just stood there she said, "Please honey, sit down" and so I did. "Do you love me?" she asked, "Do you really, really love me?"

I said I did.

"Enough to forgive me for doing something really terrible to you?"

I just looked at her for several moments before saying, "I'm pretty sure that I do, but we won't know until you tell me about this terrible thing, will we?"

The tears were rolling down her cheeks now and she said, "I'm sorry baby, oh god, I'm so sorry, but I've been having sex with another man."

I looked at her, stunned into silence. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it. I was going crazy, you couldn't help, the dildo's couldn't help, I was making your life miserable and then one day when it was particularly bad one of the guys at the office made a pass at me and I let him take me to bed."

I still couldn't say anything. I just stared at her.

"Baby please, please don't look at me like that. He doesn't mean a thing to me, it was just sex, that's all, just sex."

I managed to croak out, "How long?"

She said, "About a month now," and the story came tumbling out of her. She'd gotten up to go to work feeling particularly horny and had spent ten minutes sliding up and down on Max, but all that did was make her more frustrated. At work, just before lunch, one of the guys she worked with made the remark that she looked really sexy that day and without any conscience thought she had said, "Sexy enough to fuck?" and they went to a motel and spent the rest of the day there. Since then she had been meeting him at motels at least three times a week.

"It's just sex baby, that's all it was. I needed it, I was going crazy and it just happened. He means nothing to me baby. I love you, only you. You know that, don't you?"

What do you do? I mean, where is there some sort of guidebook to tell you what to do in a situation like this? I was hurt; I was angry, but I loved her. So what do you do?

"If you love me, why did you pull away from me just now. Why, after all these months, all these months when you craved sex, just had to have sex, did you pull away from me now that I can give it to you?"

Debbie looked down at the floor and in a voice I could barely hear said, "I just left him and he's still in me." I looked at her, not understanding, and she said, "I haven't cleaned myself yet. He's still in me."

Suddenly I understood what she was telling me - she had just come home from fucking her lover and still had his cum in her. I loved Debbie, and while the thought of her rolling around on a bed with another guy didn't set well with me, I wasn't ready to lose her over it. I looked at her, sobbing on the bed, and I suddenly knew what I had to do to show her that I loved her, and that I forgave her. I undressed her, pushed her back on the bed and then I went down on her.

It was a long night and a hard one. The doctor was wrong; I wasn't fully fit, at least as far as being able to keep up with Debbie. I could only fuck her twice before I ran out of steam. Debbie was cuddled up next to me and we were holding each other and in the warm after glow of love making Debbie asked me why I had gone down on her knowing that she had another man's cum in her. I explained that it was the only way I could think of to show her that I loved her enough to forget about what she had done.

"Didn't it bother you?"

"Not really," I replied. "I've eaten you enough after fucking you to know that the taste won't kill me."

She rolled up on an elbow and asked, "What did he taste like?"

I thought for a moment before saying, "Well, he did taste a little bit different that I do, enough so that I noticed it."

"Did you like it?" she asked.

I looked over at her and said, "What the hell kind of question is that?"

"Well," she said, "Either thinking about it or talking about it did something that you said you couldn't do anymore tonight."

"What?" I asked.

She grabbed hold of my hard cock and said, "This!"

We stayed home from work the next day and she destroyed me. Every time that I knew I just couldn't possibly get it up again Debbie would say something like, "Look at me. Imagine his cum running down my leg right here," and she'd point to a place on her inner thigh and I'd get rock hard again. Eventually though I had to quit because I started to feel twinges in my back. Debbie said:

"Can't keep up? Do I have to keep my lover for a while longer, at least until you're fully recovered?"

I know she was joking, and she knew that I knew she was joking, so I'm not sure which of us was the most surprised when I said, "I guess you better."

She sat up; "You can't be serious!"

"Why not?" I said, "We just proved I'm not yet up to the task and I rather have you in the mood you've been in for the last month than in the bitchy mood you used to be in."

She looked at me like I was crazy; "I don't think so. It was one thing when you couldn't do it at all, but even if you have to take it easy for a while it will be enough."

"Okay" I said, "Your choice, but I think we just proved that I can work through you're being with him. Besides, I kind of liked his taste."

She smiled at me, "I noticed how turned on you get when I talk about him fucking me, but I don't think so. You can give me enough."

A week went by with Debbie and I making love once every other day or so and then one night she came home and said, "I brought you a present."

"Where is it?" I asked. She raised her skirt, stepped out of her panties, sat on the edge of the couch and said, "Here" and she pointed at her pussy. I looked at it and saw that the hairs were wet with white stuff and I looked back up at her face.

"You were right," she said, "I did need just a little more than you could give me. We both worked through lunch so we could leave work early tonight. I wanted to bring it to you fresh."

That was the start of it and from then on two or three times a week she would bring me home a freshly fucked pussy and I would eat her out. This continued on even after I was up to one hundred percent and able to keep up with her. One night she came home and said, "Enjoy it baby, it's the last time."

I asked her what she meant and she told me that he was starting to get too possessive so she told him to take a hike. As I went to my knees in front of her I said, "I guess you will have to find someone else."

That was three years ago and Debbie has managed to come up with a string of 'some one else's' and I never get tired of her coming home and saying, "I've got something for you" and lifting her skirt.