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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Semi-Perfect Marriage
Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2001 17:10:03 -0400
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                      Semi-Perfect Marriage
                         By: Phil Phantom
                HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com

My adorable wife of fifteen years has the cutest way of telling
me that she cheated. She waits until we're fucking, then tells me
she has been bad - again. She knows very well that I want a wife
who is a slut in the bedroom, but a lady and faithful wife
everyplace else. The bedroom, while fucking, is the one place and
time she can confess to an act of marital infidelity, have that
accepted and receive forgiveness. From day one in our marriage,
once something has been confessed and forgiven, the person who
granted forgiveness could never bring it up again. That was my
bright idea for preventing the never-ending arguments that
plagued my parent's marriage. Sandy used my bright idea to cheat
and get away with it. Works like a charm, too.

Sandy is a very bright and crafty woman. It didn't take her long
to take a bright idea and make me choke on it. Her first act of
adultery was three days into the honeymoon. After telling me what
she did, and she did two lifeguards in the lifeguard shack, she
wouldn't let me cum until I forgave her. She was on top and in
full control, fucking me with the sloppiest cunt that drenched my
nuts in lifeguard cum, so I knew this was no fantasy. We needed
to talk about this before any forgiveness entered the picture. No
forgiveness, no cum. No woman can make me want to cum like Sandy
can. That slut can flat milk a dick with her cunt and hold a man
right at the edge until it hurts.

I forgave her, but that wasn't enough. I had to apologize, yes,
me, the faithful one had to apologize to her, the unfaithful one
for her double act of infidelity on our fucking honeymoon. Her
logic: I didn't keep her totally sexually satisfied which drove
her to flirt with lifeguards, which got her fucked - twice - in
the pussy - no condom - no pulling out. Because of me, her
fertile and unprotected pussy got cummed in. I owed her an
apology. Because of me, she might be pregnant.

Now picture this. I'm getting fucked by a cheating pussy while
wearing a condom, getting my faithful, newlywed nuts soaked in
lifeguard cum. This unfaithful slut is telling me that because of
me, she might be pregnant with another man's child. I couldn't
bring that up because I forgave her. I tried, but she reminded
me, both acts forgiven, now ancient history, never happened. Now
there was just this matter of an apology. Well, I apologized,
came in my rubber, and made her happy.

I was not at all happy. I didn't think that was one bit cute. I
sat around sulking and pouting, pissed at the world, so mad at
her I could not bear to look at her, needing to talk about this
but couldn't. I was also pissed at myself for being so weak, but
mostly for apologizing, like I have to keep her slut ass totally
sexually satisfied or suffer the consequences. No man could keep
that slut satisfied, and she gave no indication she was like that
prior to the wedding. We dated for two years and were sexually
active for most of that time. I had no reason to think I was
marrying an insatiable slut. I just could not believe Sandy could
do that to me.

She let me stew and sulk for the better part of an hour while she
went about in the nude with their cum running down her legs,
parading that filth in my face, rubbing it in when she should
have been washing it out right after she got it, unless she
wanted to be pregnant with another man's child. To add insult to
injury, she came over and plopped that cheating whore ass right
on my lap and got that fucking shit all over my legs. She gets
nose to livid nose with me and says, "Don't worry. Suntan lotion
is good for your sexy white legs."

Suntan lotion? Suntan lotion! That was suntan lotion soaking my
nuts and not getting my wife pregnant. She smiled big as my
awareness dawned, then said, "I got you good, didn't I? You
really thought I cheated, didn't you?"

Do you see why I married that adorable bundle of cuteness. God
was I every happy and never so madly in love. Yes, she got me
good, and she was a great slut in the bedroom, the best, totally
convincing. I could have sworn I was fucking a cheating slut. I
swear, there is nothing like fucking a cheating slut with a cunt
full of another man's cum in her cheating cunt, especially while
wearing a rubber. You gotta wear the rubber and you must be
married to the slut or it just isn't the same. She got me good,
and I did marry the right gal.

The next day, she returns from the beach and wakes me from a nap
to see if I want sex. She had just slipped out of her bikini. I
notice right away that she got herself ready again. I quickly
rise to the occasion. Hell, yes, I want to fuck a cheating slut.
She smiles and gets my rubber. While she is sheathing my faithful
cock, I scoop a handful of adultery lotion from her cheating cunt
and start rubbing it on my arm and chest. She is all smiles. I
want more, so she cocks her leg and gives me more. This shit is
all up in her pussy, so I dig around and get a big wad. While she
is getting mounted on me, I rubbed that lotion into my
face...and...and the shit smells exactly like cum...tastes
exactly like it, too.

I was smearing somebody's fuck wad all over me, all fat dumb and
happy until I realized that I was smearing somebody's fuck wad
all over my fucking face and got some in my fucking mouth. I
looked to the person I got it from, and said, "Sandy, this is
cum!"

"I know. What did you think it was, suntan lotion?"

She confessed. It was lifeguard cum, but only one. I forgave her
and I apologized. This time, I didn't pout and sulk, nor did she
parade that shit around. We showered together. She wanted to know
if I really did forgive her, not just in words but from the
heart. She could bring this up, but I couldn't, but since she
did, I said, "Before I answer that, are you going to let him fuck
you again, and cum in your fertile, unprotected, married pussy
again?"

She said, "Before I answer that, you tell me if your forgiving is
for real, or is it just something you say so you can cum in your
rubber?"

I did like the way she put that, and the implication was that she
would do it again if the forgiveness was real, otherwise she
would have said, "Oh course not." I thought about the implication
before saying, "My forgiveness is real, Sandy. Those aren't just
words to give a rubber as much sperm on the inside as it has on
the outside. Now, do you plan to see him again?"

"Yes, I made a date to see him after he gets off duty, but it's
just a fuck date. We're not going out or anything. We're just
going to fuck for a while. Could you like go see a movie or
something - say around six - give us until nine?"

"Fuck no, I won't go see a movie so you can screw some guy. Are
you crazy? There's no advance forgiving, Sandy, and there is no
guarantee I'll forgive you if you do it again."

"You'll forgive me."

"Don't be so sure. You are talking about premeditated adultery.
That is adultery in the first degree, Sandy. We are not talking
about two ships passing in the night, bumping into each other,
getting horny, passions flaring until the dirty deed gets done."

"Ships don't fuck, and I don't bump into guys and then decide I
must fuck him. I see something I like and go bump it. All of my
adultery will be adultery in the first degree. What I did just a
while ago was planned and premeditated. Are you saying you won't
forgive first-degree adultery?"

"No, it's not that. I can forgive any kind of adultery that you
want forgiveness for, but making me a part of the plan and asking
me to get lost so that you can do something that I can later
forgive is...well it's..."

"Open and honest. Think about this, John. If you cooperate and
give me the full three hours I need to be thoroughly unfaithful,
you won't need to apologize, and I know you find that galling."

"I do."

"I'm sure you do. You are having to apologize for your sexual
inadequacy which drives me to cheat and risk pregnancy."

That hurt so good, but I had to say, "Then why risk getting
pregnant. We have plenty of rubbers."

"Don't be silly. Those are your rubbers. I doubt your rubbers
would even fit a cock like he has; besides, my getting pregnant
is not his concern. I wouldn't expect a man I am cheating with to
care one wit whether I get knocked up. I'd feel silly asking him
to pull out to cum. Suppose he asked why? What would I tell him,
that I like getting messy, that I don't like to cum with a guy,
that I hate that feeling of a virile cock going off deep in my
cunt and flooding my womb, or that I hate bringing my hubby a
freshly-fucked pussy to bathe in. John, get real."

Made sense to me, so after the movie, I had to kill thirty
minutes before I could go up and fuck my wife without an apology.
I gave her an extra ten just to be on the safe side and still met
the fucker coming out of my room. The grinning shithead says,
"She's all yours, Pal. Enjoy your bath."

Fucking asshole, and I wasn't thinking of the stud lifeguard.
Sandy had some nerve telling him I bathe in fuck, and there she
was looking like a fucked slut holding a rubber, saying, "I have
been unfaithful, and you are late. Here, put this on and forgive
me."

She tossed; I caught; I tossed it back and said, "Fuck yourself
and forgive yourself. I don't need this shit. Find some other
fool to raise your bastards."

With that and dramatic flair, I turned abruptly, caught my feet
in bedding, tripped, stumbled, farted, fell, and banged my head
on something really hard. I saw birdies and one turned into Sandy
- nurse Sandy. She helped me to the bed and sat me right in a
huge puddle of fuck. I don't think she meant to. She did
apologize for that while rubbing ice on my lump. She also said
she was sorry for reading me wrong and thinking I got off on
being treated like a wimp, pussy-whipped hubby with an inadequate
dick. She said she was no longer sure what I wanted, but whatever
it was, she wanted to be that for me.

That was nice. If I could just tell her exactly what I wanted,
that would be very nice. I knew that I didn't want to sit in
somebody else' fuck that was on my side of the bed.

We had a rough start, but we eventually settled into a loving
relationship based on forgiveness and endless apologies for my
sexual inadequacies, which drove a devoted wife and mother into
the arms of other men for sexual satisfaction, resulting in her
staying barefoot and pregnant for most of the first ten years. We
had eight bastards and we were damn lucky she didn't have any
twins or triplets before she had enough of that shit and got her
tubes tied. I didn't think that woman would ever tire of getting
pregnant, or of handing me another bastard to raise.

The little bastards called her, Mom, but they called me, John.
Sandy was a very open and honest woman. The kids knew why she had
to cheat, and they knew the rubbers were my rubbers. They were
not toys, not water balloons, they were to keep John's sperm from
getting into Mommy's pussy and making a legitimate child in
there. God forbid we contaminate the bastard factory with
legitimate sperm.

Though they were all bastards and knew it, they had a mother and
a father. The mother went out on dates wearing ultra-short skirts
without any panties and their father wore an apron over panties
with shaved legs, open-toes high heels, and red painted toenails.
When he took off his apron, he looked very sexy, especially if he
got a hardon, and he usually did when he wore only heels and
panties, or knelt to suck a date, or a wife after a date. Other
than that, we were a regular family, very close, and though the
kids called me by my first name, I was the legal father and they
bore my last name.

I have to credit Sandy with making a family out of that mess. I
make her sound like a whore, but most of the time, she was just a
very busy mom. She did most of her messing around when she had a
fertile pussy, but lost interest in sex during pregnancy. Her
interest went way down after getting her tubes tied. The big
thrill for her was cheating with a risk of getting pregnant. Take
away the risk and the thrill was gone, but she would still humor
me by confessing fantasy acts of infidelity. She used egg whites
for simulated cum. Every now and then, the cum was real. She kept
me on my toes, but the heels did that, too.

Our marriage wasn't perfect, but what marriage is. At least we
could forgive and forget. We never fought over the same shit over
and over again. Hell, we never fought except over panties. That's
saying something.

                                                    The End

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CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in
unsafe sex practices that involve any exchange of body fluid,
even contact with open sores or small cuts. Scenes involving
large objects, tattoos, bestial sex, body waste ingestion,
bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy and are
offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation.
Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are
because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex
with minors should be left to other minors. PP






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