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From: Psyclone Jack <psyclone@subdimension.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Another Party (M/F, cheat, impreg)
Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 15:10:03 -0500
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Another Party
by Psyclone Jack
psyclone@subdimension.com
16 Nov 2001  $Revision: 1.3 $

"Honey, can we go to Jeff's party thing tomorrow night?"

"Sure, I don't think we're doing anything."

My wife Sandra and I have never had what you would call an exciting
life.  We met in vocational college while we were taking computer
programming classes.  We went out, spent some time together, I moved
in when it was convenient, and our marriage just kind of happened
after that.  We never went out much during our dating phase -- our
primary activity was sitting in a basement apartment and watching a
pile of rented movies on the couch.  It doesn't help that she's
allergic to smoke, hates staying up past 11:00 and can't stand loud
music.

As a result, she tries to go out to anything that she enjoys.
Friendly gatherings at our friend's houses are a relatively common
occurrence around our neighborhood, and she takes full advantage of
them.

We were in bed cuddling that night, as I slid my hand down into her
panties.

"Would you like something?" she giggled.

"Maybe," I smiled.  I gave her a kiss and rubbed my hand up and down
her pussy for a bit.  "I'm going to shave you tonight." I continued.

She pulled away with a worried look on her face.  "I don't want you
to." 

We'd gone through this many, many times before.  For the last year,
I've been trying to get a razor down there to clear away her (rather
copious) hair.  She resisted me at every turn, mainly afraid of it
hurting, and that she would start growing stubble that would hurt her.
Despite that, tonight was going to be the night.

"I know, but I want to."  I stuck my tongue out at her playfully.  "If
you don't let me, I won't go to the party with you tomorrow night."

She leaned back on the bed, with a look of concern on her face "Okay
I'll trust you.  But if you so much as scrape me the wrong way, you
won't be getting sex again for a long time." 

I had all the preparations made already, and it just served to get the
towel, water and equipment from the bathroom.  In less than half an
hour, I'd finished my task, and she was laying before me shaven.  A
bit red and tender, but shaven none the less.  I spent the majority of
that night kissing and licking her.  We didn't have sex, but she said
that she found the feeling of her juices on her bare skin
interesting...

The next morning, I ran off to work after torturing her a bit more
with my tongue.  All day I was thinking about her.  I barely got
anything done.

That night, when we were getting ready for the party, I tackled her as
she was getting dressed, and began to lick and kiss her freshly shaven
parts.  She giggled some more, and pushed me off.

"We're going to be late if we don't get going." she moaned.

"Okay, if you insist" I said, and stopped the torture.  "but I'm
taking these" I said as I took her panties off.  She looked as me as
if I was joking.

"Give them back to me, naughty boy" she said as she smiled at me.  She
was still laying on the bed with her dress around her waist and her
pussy exposed.

"No," I said.  "If you're not going to let me lick you now, I want to
make sure you'll be nice and wet for me tonight." 

She fumed at me as she pulled herself up and got a longer dress out of
the closet. "Just let me get something else on.  I don't want people
to see me."

"Fine with me.  I'll go get the car."  I said as I gave her a deep,
wet kiss.  "See you downstairs" I said as I wiggled my tongue at her
and left.


                            *  *  *


We got to the party a bit late, but not so that you'd notice.  Now,
these kinds of parties were just informal get togethers.  Nothing
wild, just a group of pre-middle aged professionals trying to stave
off boredom.

Jeff had a fairly large living room at his place, and some of the
guests had cleared it away and had a small impromptu dance floor made
up.  Sandra lit up when she saw this, and the first thing she did was
drag me over for a slow dance.  As she was dancing with me, she was
kissing me and rubbing me -- had anyone been watching us, they would
have had a hard time not noticing how aroused she was.

She kissed me and murmured "If you're nice, you might manage to take
me outside for something," as she donned an exaggerated expression of
innocence.  

I just smiled, and rubbed my hand over her rear.

After our dance, we broke off and talked to a few people.  Some of my
friends were there - we talked about whatever geeks like us talk
about.  Computers, video games, playing quake online, and how bad
Slashdot sucks nowadays.  Sandra was over with a few of her coworkers
and ex-coworkers, catching up on who was married and who has had
children since when.

Craig, one of my coworkers, grabbed some cigars and pointed us towards
the back porch.  I made eye contact with Sandra and indicated that I
was going out back to smoke.  She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue
out at me while making a face, and I waved back smiling.  At the time,
she was currently in conversation with a guy who used to be employed
as a junior programmer at the last company she worked for.

We sat around on the back porch and talked about bullshit some more.
We bitched about how the net sucks, how games suck, how bad Java
sucks, and how stupid the whole world is.  I ran back into the house
to grab some more beer, and saw Sandra getting up to dance with the
same guy she was chatting with before.  I made eye contact and waved
to her again.  She waved back idly.

I headed back out to the porch, grabbed my cigar from the ashtray,
cracked open another beer, and we continued the bullshit session.
There was always enough shit going on in our lives to bitch about.
After a little while, we noticed we'd been outside for nearly half an
hour and figured it was time to head back in.

I wandered back into the kitchen and looked around for Sandra.  I
figured I owed her a few dances for leaving her hanging like that.
She wasn't around the little dance floor, and so I poked my head
around the house looking for her.

After having waited around for a few more minutes, I realized that
there was no sign of the guy she was with either.  I started to feel a
knot in my stomach, as my mind ran with the possibilities.

I checked outside near the car, the garage, and the back porch.
Finally, I was doing a run around the last side of the house.  When I
rounded the corner, I was nearly struck down.  I saw Sandra bent over,
her dress pulled up, and this guy I've never seen before in my life
fucking her for all he's worth.

The muscles in my body couldn't even move.  I couldn't even breathe.
He was just fucking her.  That pussy that I had spent the night before
shaving, kissing and damn near worshiping was now spreading for
complete fucking stranger.

She moaned, and I then saw the asshole who was fucking her stop, pull
out, quickly yank the condom off of his cock, and plunge back into her
making her moan.  

I know I should say something, but at that moment everything was red.
This wasn't my wife I was watching, it's some slut who just looks like
her.  I hated her.  I wanted to see this stupid little geek cum inside
of her so badly it hurt.  I wanted to see her broken hearted and
crying on the ground, his cum seeping from her cunt, as the
realization of what she's thrown away sinks in.

He finally came, clumsily, as he nearly banged her head against the
house as his body twitched, shooting his seed into my Sandra's cunt.
I felt sick.  I want to go up and punch the little asshole out, but
all I could manage was a cough.

Sandra's eyes shot up to where I was standing, and she went white and
collapsed on the ground sobbing.  I advanced in a cold rage, telling
the asshole get the fucking hell out of here before he gets his ass
kicked. He stumbled over his pants in a pathetic attempt to get away.

I looked down at her.  All I felt was rage.  How could she have done
this to me?  I know I teased her, but I do that all the time.
Godammit she's my wife.  I thought I could trust her.  And now there
she was, having gone off cheating on me on a night when she knew damn
well that I wanted her.  Her eyes looked up at me full of tears.

"How many others have you had?" I asked coldly.

She starts crying hard again, her sobs not stopping for a good five
minutes.  "He was the only one... I swear..." she managed to get out
in between sobs.

"Get up, let's go home" I told her, as I gave her a hand.  We slowly
walked to the car as she was crying.  The last thing on my mind was
what the rest of the party was thinking.

As we drove home, I tried to ease the knot of hatred in my gut.  I
told myself that she was horny.  That I had been teasing her all day
without relief, and that she only did what any other woman would do.

But I just can't hold it any more.

"So this is what I get for 4 years of faithfulness.  For trying my
damnedest to make you happy."  My eyes started to fill with tears as I
pulled the car over to avoid anything worse happening.  "I have done
everything I can for you, I fuck you when you want to be fucked, I eat
you, I do anything for you and this is what I get back for my love and
faithfulness?  You going and getting yourself IMPREGNATED BY A LOSER
GEEK AT MY FRIEND'S PARTY" I yell, as I broke down shaking and crying.

"I made him use a condom, you asshole, do you think I'm stupid?" she
snaps at me between her sobs.

It was at that point that something came over me.  "No he didn't", I
reply.  A look of terror slowly spread across her face. "He pulled it
off while I was watching you come..." I spat.  She looks down at her
pussy, and sees a small pool of his cum had spilled out onto her
dress.

She completely broke down and cried as we drove home without another
word.

All I could think about was how good it felt to see her hurt.



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