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From: Richard Short <shattims@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} How to Make a Lady {SHATTIMS} (MM~F cons cheat wl)
Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 23:10:12 -0500
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                           How to Make a Lady

I love my wife, but she certainly has been trying my patience recently.
Maybe it's just because I'm not old fashioned enough, but I don't accept
that stuff about "wifely duties". The way I look at it is that if you
have sex with a woman who doesn't want to have sex with you, that's rape.
Even if that woman happens to be your wife. So if my honey says "no", I
back off. Besides, I'm not sure I could even make it with someone who was
just lying there passively. Nothing turns me on more than a partner who
is turned on herself.

But unfortunately my wife has been saying "no" quite consistently for a
long time now. Have I thought about looking elsewhere to satisfy my
needs? You bet I have, but it's only been thoughts. As I said, I love my
wife. I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt her, or to chance destroying
our marriage. Nor would I want to threaten such a thing to persuade her
to give in to me. That would still be rape in my eyes.

I kept trying to find some way to get out of this dilemma, and I finally
came up with an idea that was quite unconventional, but might have a
chance of succeeding. The idea was to trick her into having an affair
with someone else. That could solve my problem in any of a number of
ways. It might be that once someone got her fires stoked she would get
turned on to me again, like when we were first married. Or it might be
that guilt at what she was doing would push her into performing, and
performing well, for me. Or, if nothing else, she couldn't complain about
me having an affair if she was having one herself. Besides, I convinced
myself, she used to love making love. Helping her regain that would be a
gift to her, even if I wasn't her partner.

Now you're probably thinking that I haven't got a chance in hell of
getting a staid and stone cold married woman involved with another man.
But there's something else I haven't told you. You see, I'm Anglo, and
she is Latino. Sure, we fell in love and got married twenty years ago,
but I have never really fit into her Mexican culture, and she misses
terribly having a man like the guys she grew up with. Latino men are
known as great lovers anyway, and that was the kind of guy I decided to
find for her.

She works at an elementary school as a bilingual teaching aide, and she
is damn good at it. One day I picked her up after school, and saw her
stop to speak for a moment with a man about her own age. 'Yes!' I thought
'The perfect choice.' He was the school janitor, and she had told me a
few months earlier that the two of them had had some long conversations
after his marriage broke up. There was nothing unusual in that, Gloria
was always a good listener, and lots of people talked to her about their
problems. I think if she had had the educational opportunities when
younger she would have made a very good psychiatrist. In any event, Juan,
the janitor, had told her his wife had run away with another man, and
Gloria helped him talk his way through his overwhelming sense of
loneliness and loss.

I started following Juan around secretly to see what he was doing with
himself now. I discovered he was living alone, and never had visitors. He
sometimes went to bars, and he sometimes picked up women there. (The guy
was very good looking, and quite a charmer, not at all what you would
expect from a janitor.) But he never seemed to go out with the same woman
more than once. The longer I watched him the more convinced I became that
he was the best possible guy for my plan.

So one night I sat down beside him at a bar and started a conversation.
He had no idea who I was, of course, and I pretended to know nothing
about him. Soon I was spilling my sad story to him, and asking him for
tips as to how to turn a Mexican gal on. He said it was easy, but then as
we got into the details it turned out that his techniques depended on his
Latino charm and his Spanish language skills. (Don't laugh. English and
German speakers, for example, will never be the lovers that French,
Spanish, and Italian speakers are. They don't call those romance
languages for nothing.) So I gradually worked the conversation around to
my plan. Maybe if he could turn the lady on, I could reap the harvest. He
agreed that might work.

"Look," I said, "I've got some extra money, and if you're going to woo my
gal you'll probably have some expenses. So how about we make a deal. I'll
give you $100 up front. If you manage to seduce her and get her turned
on, I'll give you another $100." He thought about it a bit and, I'm sure,
tried to size me up as an easy mark. Besides, janitors don't make all
that much money, and I imagine the idea of a little extra was very
appealing. His counter offer was $100 up front, $100 more if she kissed
him passionately, a third $100 if she made love with him, and a fourth
$100 if she was subsequently turned on to me. We compromised on up to
$300, leaving out the passionate kiss bonus.

"So where do you work?" I asked. When he told me, I exclaimed "No
kidding? You might even know who my wife is!" When I gave him her name he
frowned in concentration and said "Oh si, I think I know what she looks
like. A very pretty lady, that." Obviously neither of us were coming
completely clean here, but a bit of duplicity was probably a good thing
in this kind of a deal. The truth is she is a very pretty lady. If you
look closely you can see that age is starting to put some fine lines into
her face, but her body is almost as well stacked as when I first met her.
She has large breasts (wears a 38D bra), a 28" waist that isn't quite as
small as it used to be, and hips and thighs that she has been careful not
to add any weight to. I could see Juan smiling to himself, and I knew he
was thinking this might well be the most pleasant paying job he had ever
had in his life.

Most of what I know about what followed I have learned in bits and pieces
from talking to Juan and Gloria separately later, augmented by some
surreptitious surveillance that I did myself. After all, I did want to
verify that I was getting my money's worth. Part of it I've made up to
fill in the gaps, but I hope you won't mind.

Juan lost no time, approaching Gloria at school the next day, and asking
if she would be willing to talk to him more about what they had been
discussing last fall. Naturally she agreed, and he suggested he could
take her to a restaurant to eat at the end of the day. She hesitated a
bit at that, and reminded him she was married. "We wouldn't want anyone
to see us and get the wrong idea." she said. "I see what you mean, but I
really would like to find some way to thank you for the time you're
spending with me, and the help you're giving me. How about if we drive
ten miles down the road to the next town, where no one will know us."
This was sounding worse and worse. Was he trying to make a date out of
it? Not that she would mind dating him if she wasn't married ...

"I don't think so, Juan. I'd be happy to talk with you, but that sounds
too much like, you know ..."

"I understand. OK, let's do it this way. We'll both drive over to the
Safeway parking lot, and you can slip into my car after checking that
there is no one you know anywhere around. Then I'll drive out of town and
we can sit off the road somewhere and talk." This still sounded to Gloria
like they were trying to hide something, but she agreed. She just hoped
he wouldn't try to make any moves on her. Especially since she wasn't
sure she'd have the mental control to resist him.

But he was a perfect gentleman. They talked through his continuing
loneliness, and after a while he expressed concern that he was taking so
much of her time, and drove her back to Safeway. "Mucho, mucho gracias!"
he said, putting his hand lightly on hers. "You've helped me so much. Can
we talk again soon?" "Of course," she said smiling at him. "I'd love to."
(Actually almost all of their conversation was in Spanish, but I'm going
to assume that many of my readers know even less Spanish than I do, and
write as if they were speaking in English.)

He waited two days, then approached her again. "Could we talk again after
school, the way we did last time?" "Yes, I'd like that very much."

This time he started mixing compliments into their conversation. "Your
husband is so lucky to have a wonderful woman like you. I wish I'd met
someone like you when I was young. In fact, I wish I'd met you." All this
in Spanish, with earnest looks, but no touch at all. She was totally
enchanted. When they separated at the parking lot he said "Gloria, I'd
love to do this again tomorrow." "Oh yes, definitely! Let's do it!" she
breathed.

The next night their eyes were constantly probing deep into each other as
they talked. He started saying things like "You're so beautiful, Gloria.
Oh how I wish I could touch you, but I mustn't, and I won't." She too was
aching to be touched, but she said nothing. When they separated he said
"It's the weekend, so I won't be able to see you again until Monday!"
"Until Monday." she said, and squeezed his hand tightly.

On Monday after they were parked at "their" spot he whispered "I'm sorry,
I can't stop myself any longer." and reached his finger out to touch her
cheek. She just sat there, hands in her lap and hardly breathing, as he
stroked lightly all over her face. He ended by brushing her lips with his
knuckle, and blurted out "I wish I could kiss you." "And I wish I could
kiss you." she responded. When they got back to the parking lot he asked
"How about a hug?"  "Yes!" she shot back intensely as she wrapped her
arms around him.

Tuesday they were in each other's arms almost as soon as they reached
their spot. They rubbed their cheeks together and kissed each other's
earlobes. Then Juan started a little progression of kisses along the base
of her jaw, moving ever toward her face. He reached the point of her jaw,
and moved up to kiss her lower lip. She so wanted him to kiss her on the
mouth, but he pulled back. "I think we'd better stop". The disappointment
was obvious in her voice as she said "Yes, I suppose we'd better stop."
As they got back to Safeway he warned "We mustn't touch in any way here.
We must be very careful not to be caught. Adios, mi amado." "Adios, mi
amado" she echoed.

On Wednesday their hands came together as soon as they left the parking
lot. They pulled them to each other's mouths and took turns kissing each
other's fingers. By the time they reached their spot they were stroking
each other's thighs. He yanked on the parking brake and lunged for her
mouth. She opened her lips to him and they kissed passionately. Soon
their tongues were reaching for each other, and exploring and probing.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together. Slowly he started moving his
left hand around from her back to her side, and from her side to where
her bra cup started. She moaned and kissed him more frantically as he
started to stroke and squeeze her breast through her blouse. She threw
her right leg up over him, and hooked his ass with her heel, pulling his
lower body closer to her. She was obviously ready for more, so he started
unbuttoning her blouse. She was moaning and shivering uncontrollably, but
kept up her assault on his mouth. When he had her unbuttoned he grabbed
her bra cups with both hands, and started an alternating combination of
squeezing her globes and pinching her nipples. She threw back her head
and screamed with passionate pleasure. He took advantage of his newly
liberated mouth to move down and kiss her chest. Now he was kissing all
along the top edge of her bra while his hands kept up their stimulating
actions on her tits. She was screaming over and over, and on every scream
her ass lifted up off the seat as her pelvis jerked back and forth.

Suddenly her hands left his head and neck, and she struggled frantically
to get them onto her back up under her open blouse. In a flash she
unhooked her bra and grabbed him again, groaning "Kiss me! KISS ME!!" He
immediately slid his hands under her now freed bra and began circling her
rock-hard nipples with his fingers. "KISS ME, KISS ME!!" she repeated as
she twisted herself to straddle his lap. He started sucking her right
nipple, which freed his left hand to move down to her ass. "YES, YES,
YES!!" she screamed, pounding her crotch against his belly at the very
top end of the huge bulge in his pants. His left hand went down the back
of her thigh, under her skirt, and back up her naked thigh. "I!  WANT!
IT!  I!  WANT!  IT!" she moaned, punctuating each word with a hard pelvic
thrust. His hand kept going up the back of her panties to the elastic,
then down inside them with a finger in her ass crease. All the time she
kept pounding and repeating her plea. His finger went on down between her
legs and found her sopping wet pussy. He jammed a finger into her cunt,
and with a scream like "AIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!" she came. He could feel her
cunt milking his finger as she contracted again and again.

She finally calmed down and rolled off of him. He was afraid it was over,
but she pulled her skirt up to her waist, slid her panties down and off,
and pulled her knees up to her tits, then spread them as wide as
possible. "Come to me" she moaned, and he rolled over on top of her,
unfastening his pants and sliding them along with his undershorts down to
his knees as he rolled. He planted his knees on the floor and his wildly
jumping cock in front of her wide open cunt. She reached down, grabbed
his rod in both hands, and pulled it into her. That was more than he
could withstand. Two thrusts and he was squirting deep, deep within her.
He kept pumping more and more cum into her as she whispered "Te amo, te
amo." He finally mumbled "I'm sorry I couldn't wait." "It's OK", she
reassured him. "Remember, I couldn't wait either." "But OH GOD, Juan. I
still feel you so big inside me. I think I'm going to come again." "I
think I am too." he panted as he started a hard steady pounding rhythm.
They were both gasping in time with his pounding, which became faster and
faster. Finally, with a scream, he let go another load, and she, with a
scream, wrapped her legs around him and held him to her like a vise as
she came too. Pulse, Squeeze, Pulse, Squeeze, Pulse, Squeeze, their cock
and cunt couldn't get enough of each other.

When they finally calmed down they suddenly realized it was getting dark.
"Oh god!" Gloria exclaimed. "My husband is going to be frantic! Quick, we
must go!" (Actually, I wasn't a bit frantic. I was pretty sure what had
happened, and I had a huge boner thinking about what I hoped was going to
happen later that night.) They quickly pulled up their clothes and
fastened them. "Give me your handkerchief" she said. "I'm starting to
leak everywhere." She stuffed it inside her panties. When they reached
the lot Gloria said "Juan, I *have* to see you again tomorrow." "Yes, me
too!" he answered, and they kissed one more time in the dark before she
slid over into her car.

She had to stop at the first gas station and use the rest room. When she
was done she looked in the toilet bowl. It reminded her of fresh milk
with a thick layer of cream covering the whole surface. She shook her
head in wonder. What had she done? How could she ever betray her husband
that way? But in another part of her mind she knew she was going to do
the same thing tomorrow, and the next day, and every chance she had so
long as Juan was willing to have her. Juan was not the problem. He was
the most wonderful part of her life. She realized that today had been
better even than her honeymoon, as fantastic as that had been. No, Juan
was not the problem, her husband was. What would she do about him? How
could she hurt him so? She knew there was no way he could ever forgive
her, not when she only wanted more and more of Juan. But she also knew
she loved both of them. She felt more tenderness for her spouse right now
than she had in years. Like a huge wave the realization swept over her
that today wasn't the first time she had been unfair to him. She thought
back to all the times he had asked and she had said no. What had happened
to her? How could she be so cruel? She had cheated him, and herself, out
of pleasures that only now she was fully aware of.

She walked into the house with "I'm so sorry" on her lips, but he took
her in his arms and answered with "It's OK, my love, you don't have to
explain." As he pulled her to him she realized with a shock that he had a
large hard bulge in his pants. And then it was an almost bigger shock to
realize that she was imagining him inside her, and getting all wet again
thinking about it. 'You are a slut!' she told herself.

~~~~~~~~~~

My boner had remained at full mast for the last hour as I tried to
imagine what Gloria and Juan were doing. I had thought of fixing dinner
for her, but I had no idea when she would arrive, and besides, I'm a
lousy cook. When I heard her car I went to the door and waited. I wanted
her so badly! What kind of mood would she be in? Ashamed? Contrite?
Probably a good deal of both. Perhaps angry with herself? Too embarrassed
to even touch me? I hoped not. I knew I'd have to reassure her, and "It's
OK, my love, you don't have to explain." were the best words I could come
up with. I guess they were good enough, because she sobbed a bit, but
clung to me. "Oh darling, what would you like me to do. I'll do anything
for you." she finally managed to say between sobs.

"I don't want you to do anything you don't really want to do yourself." I
assured her. "Oh, but I do want to" she breathed. "I do love you so, and
I want to be close to you, to love you. But I've been so bad, I don't
deserve you at all. You should push me away and never let me back into
your house again." "Shhh, don't say that." I plead. "I don't care what
you've done, I want to be close to you, I want to be in you, I want to
love you." "OH, MY GOD!" she replied. We collapsed in a pile on the floor
and started kissing and touching each other all over. Soon we were so
horney we could hardly stand it. We ripped off our clothes and I mounted
her. Her cunt was a cavern, my cock felt lost in it. But at the same time
I felt so much at home. It had been so long! Soon I felt her soft cervix
at the depth of my stroke. God! I hadn't felt that for years! She really
was laying out the red carpet for me. She was thrusting up against my
every thrust and snorting "YES!  YES! YES!". Then I came, and came, and
came. Her cunt walls squeezed tight around me, and she milked, milked,
milked me dry.

"Oh darling, I've missed you so much!" I exclaimed when we finally calmed
down. She answered "I didn't know until today how much I've missed you."
And then she started crying. "Please don't cry, everything is OK now."
"No," she sobbed, everything is *not* OK. After I tell you I'll never
have a chance to make love to you again. Never in all my life." "Stop
that," I said, "you're talking crazy. Even if you went out and had sex
with ten guys today I'd still love you, and want you to be my wife, and
want to make love to you for the rest of my life."

The crying stopped. "Do you really mean that?" "Yes, I do." "Oh, but it's
worse than that, much worse!"

"Worse than my wife going out like a total slut and having sex with ten
guys in one day? What could be worse than that?"

"Having sex with one guy," she said quietly "that she is dying to have
sex with again tomorrow, and the day after that, and on and on forever."

That stopped me for a while. "But didn't you say that you loved me? And
you wanted to make love to me? Am I that one guy?"

"No, you're not. Or rather, I guess I should say there are two guys that
I love, and want to have sex with again tomorrow, and the day after that,
and on and on forever. You see? It's completely impossible. I have to
choose. And right now I have to choose HIM. I'm going to miss you so
much!"

"No, I won't give up that easily. I love you, and you love me. You're my
wife, and I don't want to let you go. Rather than lose you altogether I'd
much rather share you. So it's up to Juan, if he's also willing to
share."

She sat up suddenly. "Juan! How did you know?"

"I know you've spent time with him every evening for the last week. And I
was willing to let you do it if it would make you happy. Tell me, didn't
he make you happy today?"

"OH, GOD, YES! So happy I can't believe it. So happy I don't think I can
live without him."

"I want you to be happy. I really mean it, I'm willing to share. I'd much
rather share than have you unhappy, or lose you altogether."

She lay back down and a smile broke all across her face. "Oh, I'd be in
heaven. Would you really do it?

"Really, really."

"Oh darling, I want to make love again!"

So that was Wednesday. Thursday morning we made love as soon as we woke
up, she came home late again smelling of sex, and then she and I fucked
for nearly two hours. The same thing happened on Friday. Now it's
Saturday morning, and Juan is packing his things while we are moving our
junk out of the spare bedroom. Gloria is so torqued her feet are hardly
touching the ground. I'm a bit apprehensive, but I'm hoping that Juan and
I can work things out between us. One thing for sure, if Gloria has her
way neither of us guys are going to be wanting for enough sex.
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