cheating wives

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It had been more than a week since I’d heard from Jess or Tom. I hoped it was because they were busy and not because our latest encounter had crossed a line.



For my part, I stayed busy with my work doing the day, while I spent my nights stroking my dick and reliving having my butt fucked by them both.



Late one afternoon, I was in the back office of my building when I heard the door open. It was a woman — I could hear her heels clicking on the tile.



The clicking didn’t stop at the front counter, however. As I stood to see what my visitor needed, Jess poked her head in the door.



“Working for once, I see,” she said with a teasing grin.



“If I’m going to get caught, I might as well get caught working,” I shot back.



” I don’t know,” she said.”I liked catching you last time.”



Jess came in and perched herself on the edge of my desk. She was wearing a V-neck dress that plunged between her breasts, showcasing them in a way that was hard to tear my eyes from. Her perfume, delicate yet intoxicating, filled the small room.



Jess explained that this wasn’t a social call. She’d just come from another meeting with Henry Jones on her school fundraiser project.



Henry was the president of our town’s biggest bank. Those raising money for any cause eventually found their way to his door. He was a few years older and I had always found him to be pleasant, but quiet and reserved. He was, I thought, the stereotypical banker.



Jess had finalized plans for her fundraiser and had gotten Henry’s blessing, since his bank was sure to be the biggest donor. What she needed from me was a little publicity in the next edition of my newspaper.



I was happy to help. Not only would I preview the event in next week’s paper, I planned to cover the event with a story and photos for the front page.



We spent about 10 minutes talking about the event, Jess perched beside me as I typed notes on my desktop computer. When we were done, Jess glanced at her watch and I could see that she was calculating something in her head.



“Wanna see something?” she asked.



When I nodded yes, Jess shifted off my desk and lifted her dress up over her hips. She was wearing a little red lace thong.



Her panties were wet and matted to her crotch and thick white cum was seeping from her pussy.



My mouth watered and my cock sprang to life.



“Did Tom have court today?” I asked, knowing her husband liked a morning quickie on days he had to argue before a judge.



“Nope. That’s all Henry,” she said.



The look on my face made her giggle.



“How did that happen?” I asked.



Jess told me that despite his banker persona, Henry was much more relaxed behind closed doors. He had discreetly flirted with her for years. One afternoon as they worked in Henry’s office on the fundraiser, his secretary had buzzed in on the intercom.



Mrs. Jones was on the phone, demanding to speak to her husband. The secretary couldn’t hold her off. Henry took the call. Jess said she could hear his wife yelling from across the desk, while Henry mumbled things like, “I know, dear,” and “I’m sorry, dear,” into the handset.



She must have hung up on him, because Henry looked at the now quiet phone and gently set it back in the cradle. He apologized to Jess.



Henry explained that his wife had grown more demanding and distant from him lately. The angry phone calls and loud arguments at night seemed to go unchecked. She seemed to be mad at him all the time.



“So I’m guessing there isn’t even any make-up sex?” Jess asked.



Henry sighed, and told her there had been no sex of any kind in nearly two years.



Jess said the conversation drifted away from Henry’s home life and back to the task at hand. But at their next meeting, she got to witness another round of Mrs. Jones’ attack on her husband.



Henry was clearly tired of taking his wife’s wrath, Jess said. She asked him why he didn’t just leave her. Henry explained that his standing in the community made divorce a near impossibility, but that he was tired her and tired of taking care of his own needs.



“So I asked him why he didn’t find a lover,” she told me.”when he said he didn’t think he could, I told him it had worked for me.”



I was shocked Jess would admit such a thing to a “pillar” of our community, and apparently Henry had been, too. But he was also curious. Jess said they silent the better part of the afternoon talking about her experiences — leaving out some details, like my identity and the fact that I also suck off her husband, often in her presence.



Since they’d gotten nothing done that day on their project, they agreed to meet the next day.



When she arrived, instead of working across his desk, Henry guided her to a couch on the other side of the room.



As she was spreading out her paperwork, Henry leaned in and kissed her.



“The next thing I knew, he had my skirt up around my waist and he was kissing my pussy through my panties,” she told me.



After a few minutes, Jess pushed him back and stood to remove her dress. After hooking her bra and letting it fall away, she reached to drop her underwear. Henry grabbed her wrist and stopped her.



“He likes panties,” she told me.”I never took them off.”



Jess said that Henry quickly undressed, being careful to lay his pants out on a nearby chair so they wouldn’t wrinkle.



“When he turned around, I saw his cock,” she said.”It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen. I swear its twice as big around as Tom’s and inches longer, too.”



Henry pushed her back on the couch, pulled her panties to the side and pushed his cock deep inside her, Jess told me.



“His cock felt so good,” she said. “His wife doesn’t know what she is missing.”



After they both came, Jess said, they straightened up and went to work on the fundraiser, as if nothing ever happened. Since then, she’d fucked him several times.



As her story ended, I realized I’d been rubbing my cock through my pants. I was rock hard.



“Listen, if you want to eat my pussy, you’d better hurry up,” Jess said, snapping me out of my reverie. “I’ve got somewhere to be in 20 minutes. Of course, you’ve eaten his cum before, haven’t you? So maybe you want to pass.”



I gave her a confused look.



“The other night at my house,” she said. “I was late getting home from my meeting because Henry had me bent over his desk, fucking me doggystyle. Just because I made Tom wait all week for sex doesn’t mean that I’m going to.”



Jess took my head into her hands and gently guided me to her crotch. I nuzzled her cunt with my face, taking in the aroma of her body, her sex and Henry’s cum.



I kissed her through her panties, feeling the stickiness of the fabric on my lips. But I needed to get his load and her clit in my mouth.



As Henry had no doubt done earlier, I slid her panties to the side. I took a long slow swipe with my tongue from as close to her ass as I could get all the way to the top of her slit.



Jess moaned her approval and I got a mouthful of Henry’s load and her juices in my mouth. I swallowed gratefully. After a few more long, slow passes with my tongue that filled my mouth with their combined taste, I zeroed in on Jess’ clit. I knew she wanted to get off, and I was going to make that happen.



I slipped two fingers into her hole and rubbed her G-spot as I gently worked her button. It didn’t take long. Jess began to move her hips and moan, and I could feel the juices from her pussy running down my arm.



“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “Suck my clit. Make me come.”



She grabbed the back of my head as she came and I held steady, letting the waves of her orgasm move us. When she pulled away, I licked her juice and the remnants of Henry’s load from my hand.



Jess stood and straightened herself up for the second time that day.



“Thanks for ALL your help today,” she said as she headed for the door.



I was just about to unzip and relieve my aching cock, when the phone rang. It was Tom and needed to see me right away.



I took a minute to let my cock subside, after all, it wouldn’t do to walk across town with my pants tenting.



The reception area of Tom’s office was empty. When he heard the door, he stuck his head out of his office door and called me back.



I entered the room and found Tom naked, his cock jutting up between his thighs as he sat on the couch. I didn’t say a word, and he didn’t need to, either. I dropped to my knees, leaned in and licked the length of his shaft.



Just as I had with his wife earlier, I took a few swipes with my tongue. But I wanted his cock in my throat and I knew he wanted it too.



I opened my lips and slowly lowered mouth completely onto his dick. When my lips reached his pubic hair, I closed them around the base of his cock.Tom moaned as I sucked deeply, gripping his shaft between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.



I released him slightly and began to work slowly up and down his shaft with my mouth. I wanted to bring him slowly to orgasm, allowing the taste of his pre-come to coat my throat.



I’d been working for maybe 10 minutes, pushing him toward orgasm and then backing away. Tom was clearly enjoying himself. I glanced up to see his fingers laced behind his head, a look of bliss on his face.



I increased the pace, haping get rewarded with a mouthful of cum. But Tom had other ideas. He lifted my face from his crotch and looked me in the eye.



“I want some more of your ass,” he said. “May I fuck you?”



I jumped and started dropping my clothes. Sucking him off was great, but feeling his dick inside me is heaven.Tom went to his desk and retrieved a bottle of lube from a drawer. I got on my hands and knees, assuming he would want to take me from behind.



But Tom had other ideas. He guided me onto the couch on my back. I put my hands behind my knees and pulled my legs to my chest, giving his total access to my backdoor.



Tom squirted the lube onto my asshole and some on his dick. The cool liquid, and the knowledge of what it was for made my hard cock twitch. As he stroked the lube onto his shaft, he ran his fingers along my crack, teasing my hole and finally pushing his fingers inside me.



I let out a moan of approval.



Tom scooted forward and let his cock rest on my ass. After a few light strokes outside my hole, he lined his cockhead up against my rosebud and shifted his weight to penetrate me. I pushed out slightly, and his cock popped into my ass. I made a noise — somewhere between pleasure and pain — and Tom held still.



I gave my ass a minute to adjust to his cock, and then gently started rocking my hips, encouraging Tom to fuck me. He did not hesitate, and started a slow, steady pace, pushing his dick deep inside and then pulling out until only the tip was penetrating me. I craned my neck to watch. Seeing his hard shaft piston in and out of my bottom was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. My cock was leaking pre-come against my belly, and I wanted nothing more than to grab it and jerk myself to an orgasm.



But, again, Tom had other ideas. His hands had been holding the couch beside us, giving him leverage to plow me. His pace was quickening and I assume he was about to dump his cum in my ass.



I was shocked when he reached out and grabbed my shaft. I nearly came.



“I want to feel your ass clamp down on my dick as you shoot your load on your chest,” he said between heavy breaths. “Then I’m going to fill your butt with my cum.”



He gripped my dick firmly and started stroking it in time with his fucking. I lasted maybe 30 seconds.



As my orgasm hit, I concentrated on squeezing his shaft with my ass. My load flew from my cock, landing in ropes across my chest and face.



The squeezing was all Tom needed. He grunted, grasping my dick, and buried his cock in my ass.



“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he moaned. “Take my fucking cum.”



He held his shrinking cock in my ass for as long as he could before letting it slip from my hole. As he crumpled beside me on the couch, he scooped up some of my seed that lay puddled on my chest and fed it to me.



We lay there catching our breath for a bit. But Tom’s ringing cell phone brought us back to reality.



Jess was on the phone. Tom put his finger to his lips, indicating I should be quiet. Dinner was nearly ready, she told him. Would he be home soon?



We cleaned up and dressed quickly. As Tom was locking up behind us, he dropped some news I had been dying to hear.



“There is some movement in your legal case,” he said. “I’ll have something to tell you by the middle of next week.”



I walked back to my office in a daze. I don’t know if it was fucking Tom had just given me, or the news that perhaps things were looking up for my legal troubles that made my head spin more.

I want to thank Wolf Vixen for her help in catching what I never see. So sit back and think o yourself what would you have done if you were Ron.



*



You ever try and catch smoke in your hands? It’s pretty much impossible and that’s what I feel my chances are of salvaging my marriage right now. Putting the genie back into the bottle is probably not going to happen and I’ve only got myself to blame.



I don’t think of myself as wimp or a cuckold, just a stupid husband that gave his wife too much rope and I think she just hung herself. You see, after that discussion we had months ago, where my wife said I didn’t do it for her all the time, I should have taken a different approach. I should have taken total control instead of letting her take the lead. But hell, after fifteen years, I thought I could trust her; how in the hell did I know she’d be thinking with her pussy.



The porn and sexual games at home were really exciting. Peg had never taken the initiative before and for a change it was kind of nice. When we started going out and role-playing I should have put my foot down, but the sex was the best of my marriage and I didn’t want to give it up.



My biggest mistake was befriending Steve and Ann. We both realized that they, and their friends, were swingers and should have steered a wide path away from them, but besides the obvious, they were normal. Hell, we didn’t even realize it, until the third party that something else was going on. We’d always left early, but when we stayed that one night to the end, and Peg opened the door, I guess there was no turning back; for her any way.



Peg and I both thought we could stay just on the fringe, watch and use it as an aphrodisiac to take our sex lives to an ever higher level; we were wrong. It started with Ann, then Carla and finally Steve and Matt turned the heat up from high to broil.



So now I’m in my car driving around trying to get my head around what to do next. I don’t want my marriage to end, but we’ve now got two different opinions on how to move foreword. It took us over a month to get past the incident at the lake cabin and now she seems to be going back to where all our problems began; I won’t stand for it again.



By 3:30 AM I was back in my kitchen and asking myself what I was going to do next. Thank God it was Saturday and I could go back to bed for a couple of hours, I was physically and emotionally drained. I snuck back upstairs and found Peg wide-awake sitting on our bed.



“Ron I’m so sorry,” she said running to me. “I wasn’t sure you’d be back after the way you left,” she told me as she hung onto my body like it was her life raft. “I’ll do what ever you want not to lose you.”



“Peg lets go back to bed. We’re both too tired to think straight and tomorrows another day,” I said prying her arms off me. “I just need a couple of hours sleep and I know we can work this out,” I said kissing her. And that’s what we did. We got back into bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms. “Every thing will turn out ok, I know it,” I said to myself looking down at my wife nestled in my arms. “I know it will.”



We slept until almost 9:30 the following morning. Peg was awake looking at me when I finally opened my eyes.



“I love you, you’ve got to believe that,” is the first thing she told me kissing me lightly on the lips. As I turned over on my side to face her, I could see she was naked. The slutty outfit she’d come to bed with was gone and she was wearing exactly what I liked, nothing.



“Morning. How long have you been up?” I asked.



“About an hour. You were sleeping so soundly I just let you sleep. Are you ok? Are we ok?” she asked.



“I hope so,” was my reply.



“Good, because I need you this morning more than any I’ve ever needed you before,” she told me smothering me with her lips. I guess the hell with bad breath this morning.



I though with what Peg had said, we would have had wild crazy sex, but just the opposite happened, we made love. We kissed longer and with more passion than we’d done in years. I caressed every square inch of her body with both my tongue and fingers as I finally planted my lips on her pussy.



Peg was so aroused; the entire room had this musky sexual smell. I licked and sucked until I thought my tongue was going to fall off and then I did it a bit more. When she finally orgasmed, I drank her fluids as I rolled her onto my face as she rode my tongue all the while fingering her own clit.



Grabbing the headboard she lifted her pussy off my sticky face and cleaned it with her lips.



“Just lie back,” she instructed me. “I need to do this for you,” she said moving between my legs.



Peg was a good cocksucker but this morning she out did herself. She didn’t cave in the top of my head; more so teased me until I thought I’d explode. The gentle licks and the tickling of her fingertips drove me up the wall. More than once I thought she was going to give me the release I was begging for, but stopped at the last minute. I was going to forcibly grasp her head and shoot my wad down her throat when she suddenly stopped.



“Oh come on Peg,” I told her in excruciating pain.



“Does my baby need a release she said in her best baby talk? Maybe this will help,” she said easing her pussy down on my rock hard cock in one smooth stroke.



Peg liked this position; She had full control and loved the power. With my hands on her hips, I helped her raise and lower herself on my dick. At the end of the down stroke, she would wiggle her ass making sure she had all of me in her. This went on for about seven minutes before I erupted.



I could feel every spurt as they went out of the end of my dick. I was using my thumb and forefinger to massage Peg’s clit and she came right after me. I felt her muscles clamp down on my dick as she milked me of every last drop.



“God, I hope she’s satisfied, because I’ve got nothing left,” I thought to myself as I rolled her onto her side.



She lay there with her eyes closed as I tenderly kissed her lips.



“Sleep now,” she told me as she wrapped her arms around me never opening her eyes.



We slept and stayed in bed most of the day. If we weren’t kissing we were caressing one another, it was like we were on our honeymoon again.



“I’ve got to eat something today,” I told Peg as I watched her spread her legs and pull apart her outer lips. “Food, I need food,” I told her.



“You sure you don’t have another one left in you?” she asked.



“Maybe later, but for now we need to hit the showers and get something in our stomachs.”



We still played around in the shower as I tried my best to wash up and shave the stubble off my face. I finished, got out of the shower and started to get dressed. Peg was still flaunting her body as I reminded her that we still had to pickup the kids at my parent’s house.



Peg was all smiles as we ate breakfast at 3:30 pm at Denny’s.



“I’m so lucky to have you,” she said grabbing my hand and kissing it. “Ron, you’re the only one I want and need,” she told me.



“I’m glad you feel that way hon, because I’m not going back to where we just came from,” I told her. We still hadn’t had the talk, but that was coming in a day or two.



“What do you mean I can’t see Ann anymore?” Peg yelled at me. “She’s my friend.”



“Peg, she and Steve are swingers, don’t you remember what happen last time?”



“Ron, I know that, but that doesn’t mean I can’t go shopping and out with her sometimes does it?” she asked.



“Honey, don’t you remember that’s how it all started. A few drinks, then a BBQ here and a party there and before we knew it, we were swinging right along with them. I’m not going to let that happen if I have any say in it.”



“Then, I don’t want you hanging with Don anymore.”



Don was one of my oldest friends.



“What’s the matter with Don?” I asked.



“I guess you have a selective memory,” she replied. “How many times have I had to drive you home from his house or watched you come home by cab after stopping off for a few with your buddy Don. Ron, he’s a fucking alcoholic for Christ’s sake and when you’re with him you drink like he does,” she threw it back at me. “One of these days he or you are going to have an accident and end up hurting or maybe killing someone.”



She was right but I didn’t see it as the same as with Ann.



“So, what’ll it be? I’ll give up Ann, if you give up Don,” she told me.



“At least I never slept with Don,” I told her playing my ace in the hole. “I know for a fact that you, Carla and Ann did a little experimenting up at the cabin. Hell, Steve and I watched the whole thing on tape,” I told her letting the cat out of the bag.



“Did you two get hot? Did you get off watching us?” she spit back at me. “Do you want to start throwing stones? Like when Ann took care of you in the bathroom before we had sex. Is there anything else you want to bring up now that we’re putting everything on the table? I told you I fucked up and got caught up in it; I admit I was wrong but I’m not going to become a hermit or recluse because of it,” she told me in no uncertain terms. “I told you I agree with no more swinging, but if you can tell me who I can and can’t see, it has to go both ways.”



It looks like we’re agreeing to disagree by the looks of it.



“Ok, you can see Ann, but no more funny business, understood? If we can’t trust one another, we’ve got nothing,” I told her.



“Look Ron, we got in way over our heads and it’s not going to happen again, it’s all in the past and it’s time we move on. I trust you and you’re going to have to trust me if we still want to make a go of this marriage. If not, let’s just call it quits now and move on. I don’t want to think you’re having me watched or followed every time I leave the house,” she told me. “I love you, but I won’t live my life like that.”



I guess she was right. Unless we trusted one another we had nothing.



“Alright, we start fresh as of right now. However, one slip by either one of us and all bets are off, agree?”



“Agree,” Peg replied giving me a big kiss. “Sealed with a kiss,” she said.



And life went on until I broke my own agreement.



Don had two tickets to the UCLA big football game. I kissed Peg goodbye as she told me to have a good time. We tail gated for two hours and then watch our team kick ass. A bunch of us went over to an after party bash and we got totally fucked up. I know we should have taken a cab home but was so out of it I didn’t know which way was up. Don ran a red light and we broadsided another car.



We got a few cuts and scrapes but Don was ticked for running a light, involvement in an accident and a DWI. They transported us to the emergency room and our wives were called to pick us up. It wasn’t pretty.



“Yell at me. Tell me what a dumb shit I am,” I said to myself as we drove home in silence. Peg said she was thankful I had on my seatbelt and that no one got killed but that was all. We got home and she told me to take a shower because I smelled of booze and cigarettes. I was still pretty drunk but sobering up fast.



“You want something to eat?” she asked. When I said no, she told me to go to bed and sleep it off. “We’ll talk later,” was all she said.



I went to bed, got up twice and puked and slept in until the kids woke me up just before 11:00.



“Feel better?” Peg asked. “Because you look like shit,” she added. “I’ve got coffee down stairs and breakfast waiting on you. Also remember we’re having dinner with your parents tonight at their place,” she added.



How I made it through that day I’ll never know. I was still a little sick to my stomach but I wasn’t going to let Peg know that, I’d sooner have died.



Finally after the kids were down for the night she let me have it.



“I’ve been out with Ann and Carla, lets see, maybe eight times since our last discussion. I haven’t been to bed with either so I guess that still makes me a good girl. Now let’s see, you’ve been out with Don twice. The first time you came back a wee bit drunk but this time you two really out did yourselves. What would you have done, if he’d killed that family or worse yet, if you’d died leaving us fatherless? You’ve always told me I’m the weak one, well for once I’m not,” she said making me feel like shit.



I said I was sorry until I was blue in the face. I’d screwed up big time and knew it. Thank God after two weeks it was history. Peg never brought it up and I sure as hell wasn’t going to. I don’t know if Peg thought she had me one up, but that’s the way I was now reading it.



When she went out with her friends, it was almost like she was waiting for me to say something, but I never did. When she went with Ann, Carla and six other women to see the Chip and Dale dancers, I never said boo. However, when Peg said that a group of the girls were going on a weekend retreat to the mountains, I said more than boo.



“Peg I’m not comfortable with this,” I told her. “I don’t like the idea of you being alone with Carla and Ann for the weekend. Remember what happened lat time?”



“Ron, there are going to be eight other women there. What do you think, it’s going to be a damn orgy,” think about what you’re saying. “I haven’t said a word about anything you’ve done and I need you to trust me,” she told me.



I trusted her to a point, but that I didn’t trust the rest of the women. I still felt we’d been setup that night. The soft swing had been a ruse to get us both involved. I did more than I should have but Peg jumped in with both feet. I didn’t want that to happen again, but I couldn’t not let her go.



“Peg I trust you, so go and have a good time. But not too good a time if you know what I mean.”



We had great sex that night. As we lay there exhausted, basking in the after glow I asked the question that’d been bouncing around in my brain ever since after our conversation almost a year ago.



“Peg, do I still do it for you?”



“What? What kind of question is that Ron?” she asked.



“You know, are we ok? Do I still rock your world or do you still need that push some times to send you over the top?”



“I’ll be honest with you Ron, it’s a lot better than it was, but every once in a while, be it because I’m tired or what ever the reason, it takes a lot longer. But my love, you always manage in the end to get the job done,” she said smiling and kissing me.



I don’t know if I was good with that or not, but at least she got off and wasn’t looking for someone else to satisfy her needs, or at least that’s what I kept telling myself.



I watched and helped her pack. There was nothing fancy or sexy in her suitcase that I saw. She had her nightshirts and even took her one-piece bathing suit instead of that sexy yellow number she’d worn at the last two parties. I filled up her car with gas, checked the tires and she was off to pickup three other women. I was alone for the weekend and didn’t have a thing on my plate.



She about tore off my dick when she came back Sunday night. She fixed the kids dinner and grabbing me by the hand she pulled me into the shower.



“My mind’s so dirty right now after being in the same cabin with ten over sexed, and I guess under satisfied wives, I’m ready to burst at the seams,” she said as she dropped down right in the shower and started giving me a blowjob.



We never even dried off before hitting the sheets. Peg was all over me and it was all I could do to keep up with her. She swallowed, I ate and in the end there was this cry of sexual satisfaction.



“Damn, I hope we didn’t scare the kids,” Peg told me. “I haven’t been that vocal in quite some time. But you hit all my buttons tonight,” she said biting my left nipple. “You got another one left in you?” she said stroking my cock and then applying her lips to it.



“Give me a minute to at least catch my breath girl,” I told her. “I’m not twenty one anymore and need a little time to juice up again.” And so it went from that night.



A guy will never admit his wife has a larger sexual appetite than he does. I was still a manly man, but I could no longer keep up with Peg. She wanted something every night and on weekends a couple of times a day.



I was cutting the grass one Saturday morning and Peg was watching me out the sliding glass window in our bedroom. Every pass I’d glance over to see if she was still there. Then it started. On the next pass I noticed that her blouse was open as she flashed me her tits, the next time it was totally off as she stood there with her hands on her hips. The next she was standing there in just a red thong and finally she was totally in the buff with the door open as she asked if I wanted to pull my battleship into her harbor.



“Peg damn it, how about if someone sees you?” I said but I think she got a little annoyed that I didn’t come in. On my final pass Peg was sitting on a chair, in the doorway, with a red vibrator working it in and out of her pussy with one hand while the other played with her tits. The lawn would have to wait.



This was the type of shit she started to do if I refused her sex. I know what you’re saying, you’d kill for a wife like that, and I would have agreed with you four months ago, but now I was getting worn out. Don’t get me wrong, I still loved my wife but how much sex can a person take? I’m not over the hill and don’t need the little blue pill yet, but my dick was always sore now. Then on that fateful Saturday night, I did an unmanly thing; I turned her down not once but twice.



I was busy in the afternoon doing something around the house and told her I couldn’t be bothered right then and there and by 10:00 that night I was tired and the last thing I needed to do is to perform.



“Why don’t I just get you off and I’ll make it up to you tomorrow,” I told her.



“Don’t you luv me anymore?” Peg said talking like a little spoiled girl opening up her top to show me her beautiful breasts. “I’ll bet I can talk Mickey into wanting to play,” she said licking her lips crawling up between my legs.



“Peg, I said no! We’ll make love tomorrow. I’m tired and I need some sleep damn it,” I said in probably too harsh of voice. “Come here and we can cuddle,” I said trying to make amends but it was too late.



“No that’s alright, you go to bed and get some sleep,” Peg said as she got out of bed. “There’s a few things in the kitchen I can clean up,” she said putting on her robe. “Just go to sleep and I’ll be up later,” she told me turning off the light and shutting the door. I was fucked and didn’t even realize it.



After that night most of the games stopped. She still asked but not as often. I tried to make it up to her but I was much happier with four mind blowing sessions a week instead of trying to get it up for nine half ass ones. She still went out with her friends and I was dumb, happy and naive.



About two months into my bliss I noticed that my cell phone bill was going up. Not calls mind you, we kept going over on text messages.



“Hon, are you texting?” I asked one night.



“Yeah, it saves time, especially if I don’t want to spend the time on the phone with them,” she told me.



“Well, last month it cost me an extra $30.00 bucks,” I told her. “If you want to keep doing it, I’ll just update our plan to include unlimited texting.”



“Thanks hon,” she said from the kitchen.



“Who in the hell is she texting that much to,” I wondered.



That was the first clue and I never picked up on the second one until it was too late. Sex was still good but we’d gone back to the same old vanilla sex of years past. When I said something Peg almost took my head off.



“You were the one who told me that you didn’t want me to do experiment anymore, and I’m not. We make love, you get off, I get off, what more do you want?” she asked.



“It just seems so methodical lately. Maybe we could spice it up a bit?”



“What’s a bit Ron? Porn? Role-playing? Toys? What are we talking about here? I want to make sure I don’t step over the line again,” she told me.

I’d like to thank Wolf Vixen for her help on this story. This story is pure fiction,



Thank God, and came out of some where deep in my crazy brain.



Some will like it and others will hate it. To each their own.




*



If it weren’t for Gary, I probably would have shot Sandy and turned the gun on myself and ended my nightmare. Instead, he showed me what was wrong with my life and how I could correct my past mistakes. You see after almost three years of marriage to Sandy it was time to take back my gonads and my life in the process.



Looking back it seems I’ve been dominated by women most of my life and I think it all started when my dad and mom split up, or should I say, when my dad booked. I was ten years old at the time, when he left one night and never came back. At first my mom told me dad was out of town on business but after a month, I kind of figured out he wasn’t coming back.



I guess looking back; I should have seen it coming. They were always yelling at one another, slamming doors and it happened so often I’d almost accepted it as normal. One night he walked out of the door suitcase in hand and that was the last time I ever saw him.



What seemed strange though, was that mom never seemed to miss him She went on as though nothing had happened and never did have another man in her life. She’d always tell me that I was the only man in her life now and that she was going to do her damndist to make sure I turned out good. However, I think she went a little overboard.



Nothing was ever good enough for her. If I got B’s, she wanted A’s. The lawn never looked good enough and the house always failed her white glove inspection. After a while, I got into sports and clubs just so I could stay out of the house, but she always found a way to get under my skin.



When I got a four year scholarship to an out of state college I finally thought I could be on my own, but mom found a way to still control my life. I was required to call home everyday and she’d ask for, or shall we say demanded, weekly grade updates. Finally, once a month, I had to drive home to see her, no matter what I had going on. I knew I should have picked a college on the other coast.



My first three years were crammed with schoolwork and honey dos from my mother but in the fall semester, of my senior year, I met Sandy. She was beautiful and I was smitten. We were in the same accounting class and she usually sat in the row directly in front of me. Once I sat in the seat right behind her and just inhaled her perfume for the whole hour.



Over the years, I’d gone out with a few girls but for one reason or another I never found one that I took an interest in. I wasn’t ugly, but was a far cry from a good-looking Don Juan. I was about 5’10″ tall and was no more than a hundred and seventy five pounds. I was lean and mean, as I called it, but Sandy always had some jock or other well dressed guy sniffing around her.



It was two weeks before the end of the semester when just as the class ended, she turned around to face me, can you say heart attack?



“Hi, my name is Sandy Burk,” she said reaching out her hand.



I stammered back that my name was Steve Moore and reached for her hand.



“I know who you are, everyone in class knows who gets the best grades every semester,” she replied. “I was wondering if you had any free time? I’m having a bit of difficulty in a few areas and was wondering if you could help me,” she asked.



With my heart beating out of control, I told her that I had some extra time and would be more than happy to help her out.



“Why don’t we meet in the library after dinner and I can clear up any problem areas you might have,” I said with my best smile.



With that first meeting I was hooked. I would have done any thing for her, all she had to do was ask, and Sandy was never shy about asking.



We progressed and after a couple of months we were boyfriend and girlfriend, that is, when it was convenient for her. She still, however, liked to go out with her friends on weekends, which were mostly guys.



“Sandy, I don’t feel comfortable with you going out every weekend with someone else,” I told her one night. “I’m your boyfriend, and shouldn’t I be the one to take you out on the weekends?” I asked.



“Steve don’t you trust me? Do you think I’m cheating on you? If you don’t trust me, maybe we should break up,” she told me.



“Sandy, I never said I didn’t trust you, it’s just that I want to spend more of my free time with you, that’s all.”



“Steve, right now your school work should be your first priority. You’re number one in our class. Do you want to jeopardize that for a movie or dinner?” she asked.



“I guess you’re right, but I miss you so much,” I told her.



“I know you do, but after we graduate, you’ll have me all the time. So for now, I want you to concentrate on your studies so you can have your pick of jobs,” she said kissing me. “Don’t you want to make me happy?”



“Sandy, you mean the world to me and don’t worry honey, no one will even come close to me,” and they didn’t. I graduated first in my class and got at least eight great offers.



Don’t I sound like a pathetic, love struck wimp? Well I was, big time. Sandy was now calling all the shots and I was being led around as if I had a damn ring in my nose. But I guess, in my warped mind, I was happy or so I thought.



When I took Sandy home to meet mom I thought I was in for a lot of trouble, but they hit it off right away. They talked about me mostly and they both agreed I needed a firm controlling hand but that I had a lot of potential.



“I hope you two haven’t had sex yet?” my mom asked.



“No way he’s going to get any until our wedding night,” Sandy told my mom.



“Good, I kept his father in line by controlling if and when he got any,” she told Sandy.



Hell, the two of them already had me married off, and what was even worse; Sandy had brought all my job offers with her. She and my mom spent the weekend looking over each and deciding which one I was going to accept. I could start to feel the collar being pulled tighter and tighter around my neck.



It was bad enough that the two of them picked the job offer I would ultimately accept but they set a tentative date for our wedding as I waited on them hand and foot. Hell, I’d never even asked Sandy to marry me and the three of us were going out Saturday to look at engagement rings. I knew I should have spoken up, but when I tried, I had two women now beating me down. I really was a spineless wimp.



The following is a summary of the next twelve months. Sandy and I got married and I started the job she and my mother had picked out. Mom sold the house and move into a condo within walking distance of our house; the house that Sandy had personally picked out.



Sandy got a job in marketing and now everything revolved around her. She controlled the money, what we ate, who our friends were and how often we had sex; which wasn’t very often.



I complained loudly one night after I’d been turned down for the fifth time in a row. Sandy hauled off and slapped me across the face really hard.



“Who do you think I am? Some tramp off the street? I’m your wife and expect to be treated as such. If you ever expect to get any again, you’d better start treating me a lot better than you have been,” she yelled at me.



Hell, it was another month before I got any again. How could Sandy stand going without? She was a fireball in bed and usually used me up and spit me out before she was done with me. I didn’t understand, but found out soon enough.



Part of Sandy’s job was to go to seminars and trade shows. I’d only met her boss once and my first, second and third impressions were all the same; he was a real asshole. When I told her that I didn’t like or trust him, she shot back that I didn’t need to trust him, only her.



“Steve, do you think I’m cheating on you? Didn’t we have this discussion once before? If I ever decide to cheat on you, you’ll be the first to know,” she told me.



Eight months later, she came home from her trip in too good a mood.



“I’m up for a promotion,” she told me. “I’m not exactly sure what it entails, but it looks like I’m on my way up the ladder,” she said beaming.



“I’m glad you’ll be away from Don, I never liked him,” I told her.



“Steve, I’ll still be working for Don, but I’ll be in charge of setting up all displays for the marketing shows,” she said with this huge smile. “But I did have to sleep with him to get the job though.”



“You what?” I screamed at her.



“Lower your voice Steve, I won’t allow you to scream at me like that,” she yelled back.



“You slept with that asshole?”



“There were two of us up for the position and I told him if he gave it to me, I’d sleep with him,” Sandy said like she was reading a bedtime story to a little kid. “So this morning before we left for home, I did it with him, and now I’ve got the job; isn’t that wonderful?” she asked.



I slumped into a chair. My world was imploding around me. My darling bride was not totally mine any more. I just wanted to cry.



“Steve, it was just sex. I don’t love him, only you. I did it for the two of us. Think about all the extra money I’ll be bringing home now,” she said going on and on.



“Sandy you cheated on me and there’s nothing you can say that will change that. I don’t care about the damn money, all I care about is you, or at least I used to,” I told her.



“Steve, I told you before, I would never lie to you and if I cheated on you, you’d be the first to know. I’m not proud of what I did, but it was for the two of us, can’t you understand that? Come on upstairs, I’ll show you that you’re still my number one guy.



Sandy balled my eyes out that night. She said it made her feel so hot that I was screwing her with someone else’s sperm still in her.



“What does it feel like to mix your cum with someone else’s,” she said riding my cock. “He’s a lot larger than you are, so if I feel a little loose, that’s the reason,” she said as she rode me as I kept my eyes closed not wanting to even look at her anymore.



I finally shot my wad and Sandy rolled off me. I now felt lost, because I finally figured out that this wasn’t the first time I’d had sloppy seconds.



“What are you going to do the next time, pull train for the whole sales force?” I asked a surprised Sandy. “How about when he asks for your ass? Are you going to give it to him?”



“Steve, what’s the matter with you? It was only one time and it’ll never happen again,” she told me, but I no longer believed a word that came out of her mouth, because it happened again just two months later.



We were at a company party at her bosses’ house. I could tell that half the people looked at me as some kind of fucking wimp who was letting her boss take her whenever he wanted and the other half I guess felt sorry for me. Don’s wife was out of town and most of the sales force made sure I was kept busy most of the night. One by one they would disappear only to be replaced by another. Sandy was probably pulling train in one of the upstairs bedrooms. I’d finally had enough. I left Sandy there and drove home.



She called my cell twice but I ignored it. “Maybe she needs a change of clothes,” I thought to myself. Don finally dropped her off three hours later.



“You left me, how could you do that?” she screamed at me. “I was so embarrassed.”



“I guess not embarrassed enough to stop fucking the whole sales force upstairs,” I told her.



“I don’t have to stand here and listen to these ridicules accusations,” she spit at me as she turned to go upstairs.



“At least I won’t have to settle for sloppy seconds tonight, probably fifths or sixths,” I yelled at her.



While she was in the shower, I went to the hamper and grabbed her panties. You could have wrung them out they were so wet. I put them in a plastic bag and waited for Sandy to get out of the shower; that’s when I saw all the red marks and her swollen pussy.



“I guess you’re in no shape to take on another one are you?” I said to her as she dried herself off. “You really are nothing but a slut aren’t you?” I said walking away.



I slept in the spare bedroom after that. Sandy tried to get me to come back to our bedroom, but I told her I didn’t want to catch a STD from her.



She used to get angry only thirty percent of the times at me, now it was more like seventy-five percent. And if that wasn’t bad enough, my mom got on my case about Sandy; and took her damn side.



“You know Steve, some times you have to do things you wouldn’t normally do to get ahead in the business world. Steve it was just sex, and Sandy’s your wife for Christ’s sake,” she told me.



“Is that what you said to dad? Is that why he left mom?”



That took her by surprise



“Don’t you ever talk to me like that again,” she yelled at me while trying to slap me.



I grabbed her hand. “Don’t you ever try that again, because if you do, I just might forget you’re my mother,” I said releasing her hand. “You and Sandy are cut from the same mold. The both of you think the end justifies the means; but not in my book,” I told her.



After that we co-existed at best. She was always pissed at me for one thing or another and believe it or not, she still ruled the roost. Sandy didn’t give a shit about me and probably never did, but I didn’t have the balls to do anything about it. That is until I met Gary and started hanging out with him instead of going home.



I had started having a drink or two after work because I dreaded the thought of going home anymore. Gary joined me one night and after two beers I was pouring my soul out to him.



“Steve, let’s go to your house so I can fuck your wife ok?”



I just looked at him as he smiled back at me.



“Sounds just as stupid coming out of my mouth as it probably does coming out of hers. Honey it was just sex, is bullshit and you know it. You’ve been wrapped around some woman’s finger so long; you don’t know which ways up anymore.” Gary was right.



“If I had the balls, I’d put a bullet through her head and Don’s for what they’ve done to my marriage,” I told him.



“What marriage? You don’t have a marriage and probably never did. It’s more like your mom and Sandy had a marriage and you were brought along for the ride. How often do you have sex anyway?” he asked.



“About once a month until that last party last month, and now none at all,” I replied.



“Well, that’s the first thing we have to get taken care of, we need to get you laid,” Greg told me.



Three hours later, I lay on the bed next to a good-looking blonde still trying to catch my breath.



“That was wonderful, I’d almost forgot what it felt like,” I told her.



“You’re not bad, with a little practice you could be good,” she told me. With that said we went at it again this time with me making all the advances.



I never washed up and went home smelling like sex. When I stepped into the door Sandy was all over me.



“Why in the hell are you out so late? Don’t you know I had supper waiting on you?” she yelled.



“So?” I replied shutting her up.



“Well, I dumped yours in the trash. If you want anything you’ll have to fix it yourself,” she informed me.



“I’m not hungry. I ate something before I came home and it was finger licking good,” I told her. “So if you don’t mind, I’m a little tired and I think I’ll turn in,” I said heading up the stairs. I was in no mood to trade barbs with her tonight and she wasn’t happy about that.



I showered, cleaned up and went to bed. About a half hour later Sandy came into my room.



“You want to fool around tonight? It’s been a while and you’re probably pretty damn horny by now,” Sandy said with a big smile.



“Thanks, but no thanks. Not in the mood for any sloppy seconds tonight, but thanks for asking,” I told her.



“Damn you Steve, I haven’t slept with anyone tonight,” she spit back at me. “If you don’t believe me you can check it out for yourself.”



“Sorry not in the mood. But if you’re that horny, you could always call up Don.”



“Fuck you. It’ll be a cold day in hell before you see this pussy again,” she screamed at me storming out of the room.



After work I filled in Gary on all the details. We both laughed and touch beer bottles downing what was left in them.



“You know you’ve going to have to break all the bonds she’s got on you and damn quick, before she has a chance to retaliate. All the credit cards are in your name, life insurance, 401K, bank accounts, they all have to be dissolved before she knows what hit her,” Gary told me.



We made a list and with the exception of the house, I could do everything from work.



It took me two days to complete everything on my list. During the week, Sandy didn’t go anywhere so she wouldn’t be able to put two and two together until the weekend. I took half of everything and kept it all in cash, that way it would be untraceable. She was still ripping me every chance she got and even called in my mother to support her cause.



At dinner Wednesday night they both were on me about still sleeping in the spare room.



“A husband belongs in bed with his wife,” my mother said. “How do you expect to resolve your issues if you don’t work at it,” she lectured me.



“Mom, it’s usually pretty crowed in Sandy’s bed. I’d probably have to kick out a couple of guys just to find a place to lie down,” I said with a smile. “And, I’m a little tired of sloppy seconds anyway,” I told her.



“I’m not sleeping with anyone,” Sandy yelled back at me. “But if your not interested anymore I can always find someone who would be,” she shouted at me.



“And this is supposed to make me want you?” I responded. “Sandy that pussy of yours is probably so stretched out I’d have a hard time feeling the sidewalls anymore. Now if you’re offering me your ass, I might take you up on it,” I told her.



“Screw you Steve, you’ll never get in there in a million years,” she said trying to take the upper hand.



“That’s alright Sandy, it’s probably worn out as well,” I said smiling. “So if the two of you will excuse me, I’m going out tonight and I don’t want to be late,” I told them.



“Where in the hell do you think you’re going?” they asked.



“Just out,” I replied. “Maybe I’ll set up some marketing displays,” I said sarcastically as I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I came down twenty minutes later dressed to the nines.



“If you’re cheating on me Stephen Moore, I’ll have your balls,” Sandy yelled at me.



“And what would you do with them? You haven’t seen them in the last couple of months but I guess to you all balls look about the same,” I said. “I hope you two enjoy the rest of your evening.” With that last shot I was out of there.



“He’s cheating on me,” Sandy yelled.



“Sandy, think about who you’re talking about. Do you really think Steve has the balls to cheat on you?” my mother told her with a snicker.



With that Sandy laughed out loud. “I guess you’re right mom, but he must be horny as a goat by now. Maybe I’ll sneak into his bed tonight and give him a little taste, just enough to wet his appetite again,” she told her. “Besides, I’ve got my yearly review next week and it’s going to take everything I’ve got to get the increase I’m looking for. After that, I’m looking at starting a family. With a couple of kids, that should cement our marriage,” she said fully knowing I wouldn’t desert her after we had kids.



“Just be careful Sandy, I think Steve’s up to something. I don’t know what, but I know my son and he’s planning something,” my mom told her.



Gary was entertaining our dates as I walked up to the table.



“Sorry I’m late, it took longer than I thought to get here,” I told them.



“I’m just glad you made it,” Carol said. “The band is about ready to start up and I don’t want to miss a single dance.”



“You and me both,” I said kissing her and pulling her in tight.



“Easy boy, save your energy for later. Right now I want you on the dance floor.” And that’s where we spent the next two hours.

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