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{ASS} The Golden Rule Pays Off Big Time  {MuffDiver} (MFF, cheating wife, 
voy, swing, incest, oral, whoring daughters)

Author: MuffDiver

Title: The Golden Rule Pays Off Big Time

Summary:  After 20 years of marriage Alan is frustrated with a wife who has 
lost interest in sex and refuses to accommodate his erotic desires. One day 
in a big traffic jam he performs a generous act of kindness for a strange 
and beautiful woman and reaps rewards far beyond his wildest dreams.

Keywords: MFF, wife, voy, swing, incest, oral, whoring daughters

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Title:  The Golden Rule Pays Off Big Time

One of the most common aphorisms, or sound bites, that one often hears about 
the kind of life one should live is the Golden Rule: "Do unto others as you 
would have others do unto you." I believe in the Golden Rule and I try to 
live by it because I also believe in another common aphorism that says, "You 
reap what you sow," and I try and sow good things in the hopes that some day 
good things will be returned to me. A couple of years ago I had an 
experience that changed my life and has really convinced me of the wisdom in 
that prescription for living.

It was a nice Friday afternoon about 3:00 pm in April and I had just left 
work and was on my way home on the parkway. I lived about ten miles away in 
a little subdivision right outside the beltway and the commute usually only 
took about 20 minutes at the most. I was in the left hand lane zipping along 
pretty briskly when all of a sudden after about a mile of travel all traffic 
in the two lanes in my direction jammed up and came to a halt.  "Oh no...", I 
thought, not another traffic accident on Friday." Traffic was moving at a 
snail's pace with constant stop and go movement at about 2 or 3 miles per 
hour. This had gotten to be a fairly regular occurrence over the last year 
so I resigned myself to at least another hour or two before I would get home 
and settled down to creep along with my mind in neutral just letting random 
thoughts and ideas float across my consciousness.

My wife, Helen, had left on Wednesday morning for St Louis to play in a 
regional duplicate bridge tournament and would not be back home for about 
two weeks. The tournament would last for five days and be over on Sunday, 
but then she was heading up to Chicago for about 9 or 10 days to visit some 
mutual friends of ours who were also bridge players. I was wondering how she 
was doing in the tournament and wondered if she had found another female 
bridge player to share her hotel room. She usually tries to team up with 
some other woman bridge player to share a hotel room with to keep expenses 
down, but she hadn't tried this time. Then I started wondering if the reason 
why was because she had planned to meet some male bridge playing friend or 
friends to sleep with during the tournament.

Even though Helen and I had not had any sex with each other in a very long 
time, my imagined vision of her fucking and sucking off other men and 
gobbling down their loads of cum always excited my imagination and was 
guaranteed to turn my cock into a rigid, hot piece of meat. And as I sat 
there stalled in that traffic jam in the high riding cab of my 4x4 pickup 
truck, I thought it would be a good time to leisurely beat my meat and get 
my rocks off. So I began zoning out and conjuring up in my mind different 
fantasy scenarios about how Helen might be sucking some guy's cock and 
eating his cum and fucking his brains out at night after a day of bridge 
playing, or maybe taking on two or three guys to fuck her in her cunt, ass, 
and mouth at the same time.

Now you might think that is a very bizarre fantasy for a man to have about 
his wife, especially a wife that he isn't fucking on a regular basis, so 
maybe I ought to offer a little explanation for having that kind of fantasy 
about my wife.

Helen and I were both 41 at that time. We had been  sweethearts all through 
high school. She was a real knockout- a beautiful blond virgin with a 
perfect hourglass figure of soft but firm flesh sitting on two long slim 
legs and topped by two spectacular big tits. Every stud in school had made a 
run on her hoping to be the one to capture her cherry, but she turned them 
all away, and for some reason that I will never really understand, she 
picked me!

But don't misunderstand me, I wasn't a nerd or a geek or anything like that. 
But I also wasn't one of those larger than life, big time star athletic 
jocks that all the girls used to swoon over so much. You know- the kind that 
the girls would just lie down and spread their legs for and offer up their 
cunts on a silver platter. I was just an average good looking guy, but not a 
Greek Adonis; an average good varsity athlete, but not a superstar; an 
average C+ to B student, but no Einstein; BUT, I did have one very big thing 
going for me. I had an 8 inch cock when it was hard and ready for action and 
my buddies labeled me with the nickname, "Hose". It was pretty common 
knowledge around school why I was labeled with that nickname. I used to 
think that was the reason that Helen chose me for a boyfriend, but I don't 
anymore as I will explain shortly.

Two months after we started going steady in our freshman year I broke her 
cherry and for the next three years we fucked and sucked each other off like 
rabbits. Helen loved to suck my cock and eat my cum and I got my cock sucked 
off almost every day and often more than once a day- especially on those 
days when she was on the rag. But right after our senior year started we 
screwed up, and I knocked her up. I did the "right thing" and married her 
and one week after graduation she had twin baby girls. We were both just 
barely 18 years old and so up to the time of this story, we had been married 
for 23 years- almost 24 years.

For the first ten to twelve years of our marriage our sex life was great but 
then it started to taper off in frequency and intensity. Helen had started 
playing duplicate bridge several years before and her skills had developed 
rapidly and she was deeply involved in the game.  At the same time that her 
interest and participation in duplicate bridge began taking off with 
increasing intensity, so did her interest in robust sex seemed to have began 
declining with a corresponding decrease in frequency and intensity. She 
began competing seriously at bridge going off frequently on short two day 
weekend trips to play in local club duplicate bridge tournaments around the 
metro area and nearby towns, and continued to build her reputation in our 
region as a top flight bridge player. Over the next four or five years sex 
between us had become so perfunctory and routine that it just didn't excite 
me any more. Helen stopped giving me blow jobs and stopped initiating any 
kind of sex with me and on the few occasions when I was horny enough to want 
to cunt fuck her with my cock, she would just lay there and let me poke my 
cock in and out of her cunt until I shot my wad. And so I started casting 
around for something to spice up our sex life or at the very least, spice up 
my sex life.

It was at about this time that our twin daughters, Sandra and Amanda turned 
15 and had developed into two really beautiful, blond, hot, little teenage 
sex pots with great tits, tight cunts and asses, and long tapered legs. All 
of a sudden, in my sex starved state of mind, I found myself fantasizing and 
obsessing about fucking my daughters and having them suck my cock and eat my 
cum. While I never knew for certain at that time, I was positive in my own 
mind that my twins had become little fuck sluts at their high school which 
only exacerbated my overwhelming desire to fuck their little brains out over 
a very bad twelve to eighteen month period during their last two years of 
high school when all I could think about was fucking them and having them 
give me cum eating blow jobs.

I'm very glad today that I was able to resist those primitive, animalistic 
urges until they left for college because they are now 25 years old and both 
of them have been high class call girl whores for almost three years, and I 
would have been totally engulfed in remorse and guilt if I had seduced and 
fucked them both when they were teenagers, which would have made me think 
that I was the cause of their becoming whores. I found out they were whores 
about three years ago when I paid them a visit when they were living and 
supposed to be working in New York. Helen and I thought they were working in 
journalism because that's what they studied in college, but they admitted to 
me they were call girl whores.

They also told me that they knew that I had wanted to fuck them in the worst 
way when they were sexy young teens and they used to have fun by 
"accidentally" flashing their tits and cunts around me to get me all worked 
up with a hard on. They said that at one time they started to seduce me, 
because they wanted to try out my huge cock. But then they thought better of 
it since they were afraid Helen might have found out and created a big 
problem for them, and they were already getting plenty of fucking at school 
as high school fuck sluts and didn't want to screw that up. They were very 
happy that I had visited them without Helen (she was at a bridge tournament) 
because that gave them a second chance to sample my 8 inch cock and they 
made the most of it. What I never knew, (and until recently, thought that 
Helen didn't know either-which I'll tell you about later) was that after the 
twins left home for college, was that they had supplemented the meager 
allowances that I could afford to give them while they were in college by 
working as escort girl type whores fucking and sucking off their clients, 
and they enjoyed it so much that they decided on their own to become full 
time professional whores when they graduated college three years ago.

They now have a very lucrative high priced call girl whoring business called 
Sandy-Mandy Professional Enterprises. Their business card reads:

Sandy-Mandy Professional Services
The S&M Twin Delights
Two for the Price of One
Don't Be A Dreamer. Be A Doer, and Do Us!

They are making a ton of money- at least five or six times as much as I earn 
for sure. I'm not surprised either, as I got a first hand introduction at 
their amazing sexual skills that first time I visited them three years ago 
and had a fantastic two days and nights letting them fuck and suck my brains 
out. Since then I manufactured nine other bogus "business excuses" to make 
trips to New York to fuck them and eat out their cunts and enjoy their cum 
eating cock sucking talents. On each visit I urged them to move their 
business to the Washington metro area where they would have access to a much 
larger and more diverse pool of clients who would pay even more for their 
services than they were getting in New York, with the added bonus of getting 
to keep more of what they earned since their living expenses would be 
dramatically lower than it was in Manhattan. (And of course that would make 
it a lot easier for me to fuck and suck out their cunts a lot more often.) 
They made me very happy when they finally took me up on the idea and moved 
to a nice condo apartment in Maryland just two blocks north of the DC line 
and set up business about nine months ago. Those twins are really good to me 
and I really love fucking them on a regular basis now.

Anyway, I'm digressing, so back to my story about the Golden Rule. I finally 
succeeded in diverting my passion for fucking my twin daughters when they 
were still at home, by focusing all of my energies over the next few years 
on trying to get my wife to agree to start swinging and urging her to fuck 
other men, or maybe work up to fucking other men by starting with some 
lesbian affairs. I had confided in some friends at work about how stale and 
infrequent married sex between Helen and I had become. They told me that 
when that had happened in their marriages, the thing that turned it around 
and made sex exciting again was when they and their wives started swinging 
and began fucking and sucking off other partners. They said nothing was more 
erotic and sexually exciting than watching their wives hump and suck the 
cocks of other men and slurp up their cum.

I thought a lot about their suggestions and did a lot of web surfing on the 
internet about the subject. The more I thought about it, the more I became 
excited by just thinking about and visualizing fantasies of Helen straddling 
other men and riding their cocks with her cunt with her great tits bouncing 
up and down and then sucking out their cocks and eating their cum, and I 
tried to convince her how much it would turn me on and put some much needed 
passion back in our sex life if she would fuck and suck off other men while 
I watched. But she said she was satisfied with our sex life and that I was 
just going through a typical male mid-life crisis that would eventually pass 
and she would try to help me get the old zest for sex back again, but not 
the way I wanted her to do it. She said what I wanted her to do was to be a 
whore and she wouldn't turn herself into a whore for anything.

I then told her that I didn't actually have to watch her fucking and sucking 
off other men and women, but that she could do it in private and then later 
if she would just talk dirty to me while I was fucking her and tell me what 
she did to them and what they did to her and how much she liked feeling 
their big cocks in her cunt filling it up with their hot cum, or how it felt 
and tasted to have that hot cum or cunt juice flooding her mouth and 
slithering down her throat while I had my cock in her cunt, that would be 
enough to drive me wild for her body. I was hoping that she would take the 
obvious unspoken hint and realize that she wouldn't have to actually fuck 
other men, but that all she had to do was to make up stories about fucking 
other men or sucking out cunts and as long as she never admitted they were 
fake and let me believe that she really was fucking other men, that would be 
enough to turn me on. I think she really did understand that she could fake 
it, but for some reason known only to her, she purposely chose not to humor 
me because she wanted to make me expose how kinky and weak, and in her mind, 
what a degenerate pervert I was, by forcing me to humiliate myself by 
begging her to make up fake stories to help me with my problem. But I 
absolutely refused to sink that low.

So at that point our sex life continued over the next couple of years on a 
downward spiral of fewer and fewer instances of fucking and zero sucking 
between Helen and I until it reached the point that on the rare occasions 
when she felt horny enough for some reason to try and initiate sex with me, 
I could not even generate a hard on. When she would complain that I must not 
love her anymore, I told her that of course I loved her and would always 
love her, but that my inability to get a hard on had nothing to do with love 
and that she knew how to turn me on if she really wanted to. Then she would 
reply if I meant that it would require her to become a whore and fuck other 
men that she just couldn't do that and that would end things until the next 
time she would feel horny and try again with the same result.

It was during that period of our marriage that she really started playing a 
lot of big time tournament bridge and going off for long 6 to 10 day trips 
to play in big regional and national duplicate bridge tournaments. She had 
been playing bridge for about fifteen years by then and had developed a 
reputation as a top flight bridge player so I didn't think it particularly 
unusual for her to start going to big regional and national tournaments. I 
just thought that she might be replacing the lack of sexual intimacy in our 
married life with her passion for bridge. In my case, I just renewed my 
earlier adolescent passion of  beating off a lot to take care of my needs. 
And for the last three or four years or so I would beat off every day and 
some times two or three times a day.

Then about a year later I had come home a day early without warning from an 
out of town business trip. (It was another trip to New York where I had some 
real business to conduct during the days, but I spent my nights fucking and 
sucking my two daughter's delicious cunts and having them suck off my cock 
and eat my cum.) When I arrived at my house that evening about 10:00 pm, I 
saw a strange car parked in the driveway so I parked on the curb in front of 
the house. It wasn't that I was suspicious or anything, but I had this 
strange little feeling begin to come over me making the hairs on the back of 
my neck start to stand up and so I walked up to our front door and quietly 
let myself in with my key. (Many months later when I thought about that 
night I decided that "strange little feeling" was the beginning of an 
erotic, hopeful, state of anticipation that I would finally find Helen 
fucking some strange man or maybe sucking off his cock and eating his hot 
cum.)

Anyway, when I quietly walked through the front door and stepped into our 
foyer, I could hear moaning and groaning interspersed with staccato little 
cries coming from our living room. I crept down the hall and when I peeked 
around the corner of the wall into the living room, I saw a pair of pants 
and a shirt and Helen's dress, bra and panties strewn all over the floor 
with Helen on our living room couch naked on top of Phil Hessler, another 
bridge player, with his cock stuffed deep in her cunt and she was cunt 
humping that hard piece of meat for all she was worth with her big tits 
bouncing up and down crying out in ecstasy and it sounded like she was 
starting to hit the peak of an orgasm. "Fuck me Phil... Fuck me hard and shoot 
me your hot cum baby.... Oh God...I'm cumming...... god I'm cumminnnngggggg!!...", 
and Phil was gasping, "It's boiling up out of my balls baby.... I can feel it 
cumming doll....."  At that moment Helen pulled her cunt off his cock and 
quickly slid her face down over his cock just as it started shooting out 
cum. The first wad hit her square on her nose and then she got her lips 
wrapped around that spurting cock and began sucking up and swallowing all 
that creamy cum as he filled her mouth with his hot love juice.

Helen then laid her head in his crotch licking up all the cum that had 
escaped her mouth off his cock and balls with her tongue as she came down 
off her orgasm and then said, "God Phil, you are a fantastic cocksman baby 
and your cock sauce is the best I have ever tasted. Let's smoke a joint now 
sweetie and rest for a little while and then I want you to ram your 
magnificent love rod up my ass and fuck me in my ass hole doggie style and 
fill it up with your hot cum." Phil said, "You got it doll. But first sit on 
my face for a little while so I can suck the cunt juice out of your sweet 
cunt. That will help me to quickly build up another charge of creamy cum to 
fill up your ass with."

My cock was hard as a rock and I was so erotically excited watching my wife 
cunt hump Phil's cock and then sucking the spurting cum out of his big cock 
and swallowing it down her throat that I needed to beat off in the worst 
way. So I sneaked back out the front door and beat my meat there on our 
front porch until I spewed my cum out all over our porch. Then I decided to 
go find a motel to spend the night while I thought about how to use this 
knowledge about Helen fucking and sucking off Phil to my advantage. I had 
been trying for almost five years to get Helen interested in trying a little 
wife swapping and some group sex with other couples and this seemed like a 
golden opportunity that I did not want to waste.

The next morning I stood watch on my driveway in my car from a couple of 
blocks away until I finally saw Hessler leave my house at about 12:30 and I 
waited about another two and a half hours before I returned home. Helen 
would have been expecting me to arrive around 1:30, but I guessed that she 
and Hessler had been fucking and sucking each other all morning and I wanted 
to give her plenty of time to clean herself up before I arrived.  When I 
finally showed up around three o'clock, Helen met me and gave me a quick 
perfunctory kiss and asked if I had had a good trip and I replied that other 
than the hour and a half take-off delay for a minor aircraft maintenance 
problem that morning, it had been very satisfying and inquired how the last 
few days had been for her. (I was dying to tell her that I had spent three 
straight nights in bed with Sandy and Mandy fucking them and eating out 
their cunts and having them give me great cum eating blow jobs, but I 
resisted the impulse knowing that there would eventually be a better time to 
surprise her with that piece of information.) She said that it was the same 
as usual for her and that she had played bridge every day that I was gone. 
That night when we went to bed we gave each other perfunctory good night 
kisses and, as had become our usual custom since we had stopped fucking each 
other, turned away from each other to lay down on our sides to fall asleep. 
Only this time I sidled over to cuddle up against Helen's back with my stiff 
hard cock pressing into the crack of her ass cheeks and put my arm around 
her body to caress her firm tits. It felt really good to feel her warm soft 
body against mine. I suddenly realized what I had been missing more than 
anything- even more than having regular fucks with Helen- and that was 
missing having a soft, warm, female body to fondle and cuddle with at night.

Then I felt Helen's body stiffen as she exclaimed, "Oh my God, is that a 
hard cock poking me in the ass? It's been so long since I felt one that I've 
almost forgotten what a hard cock feels like", as she reached around and 
wrapped her fingers around my cock and then said, "My God, I believe it is a 
hard cock and it feels so wonderful." Then she turned to face me and said, 
"Does this mean you have solved your problem honey? How did you do it baby?"

I replied with a laugh, "It was you angel! You did it sweetheart! I saw 
you!" She then got this questioning surprised look on her face as she pulled 
away from me and said, "You saw me? What ever are you talking about Alan? 
What do you mean you saw me? Saw me doing what?" The surprised look on her 
face was beginning to turn into one of apprehension as I replied, "Honey, I 
saw you last night on top of Phil on our couch with his cock deep in your 
cunt and you were humping up and down on that hard rod for all you were 
worth with your beautiful tits bouncing up and down. And then as he started 
to reach his orgasm, you stuffed his cock into your mouth and sucked up all 
of his cum and ate every drop of it. It's the most erotic thing I have ever 
seen and I had to rush out to the front porch to jack off my cock!" I then 
told her the story of how I arrived home a day early and heard her and Phil 
grunting and groaning and saw her fucking his brains out and then sucking 
off his cock and eating his cum, and then how I decided to spend the night 
in a motel so as not to disturb them.

Helen then screamed at me, "You perverted son-of-a-bitch! You  mean you 
spied on me don't you! I can't believe you did that damn you! You know how I 
feel about sex- that I regard any sexual acts that I may be involved in as 
something extremely sacred and private between just me and the person I'm 
involved with! I guess this means you now want a divorce don't you!? Well 
you can just damn well forget about it because I'm not giving you one!" And 
then she broke down and started crying and sobbing.

I had never been more frustrated or disappointed in my life than I was at 
that moment. It was ten or a hundred times worse than the moment I found out 
my daughters were whores. (But I got over that as soon as they fucked me and 
sucked off my cock eating my cum and I experienced how good they were at 
being whores, and was then proud of their expertise and talent at delivering 
such exquisite sexual pleasure.) But this reaction by Helen profoundly 
disappointed me. I expected her to finally realize that I really did mean it 
when I said that I wanted her to fuck other men and that would make her 
eager to please me, but instead the opposite had happened. She was fucking 
and sucking men behind my back for her own sexual pleasure and refusing to 
share with me the details of the sex she was having with other men to allow 
me to share in that pleasure to satisfy my own kinky sexual needs and 
desires even though she knew how much I wanted and needed her to do it for 
me.

As soon as she calmed down and stopped crying I said to her, "Helen, you are 
the first and only woman that I have ever fucked and I love you and only you 
and I have no intentions of divorcing you." (I didn't think that it was a 
good idea to reveal to her at that particular time that I had also fucked 
two other women, our two luscious twin daughters, and so I told that little 
white lie). I continued, "In every way but just this one area, you have been 
a perfect wife to me and a wonderful mother to our daughters," (that last 
was also a slight fib because I'm sure that Helen unknowingly contributed 
significantly to our daughters becoming whores when she put them on the pill 
when they were 13 thinking that she was actually protecting them by removing 
the risk of an accidental pregnancy if they went to far with a boyfriend 
like she did with me when I knocked her up. But in fact what she really 
accomplished was to make it easy for them to become fuck sluts at school 
which started them on the path to becoming whores.)

And I continued, "I don't know why I developed this kinky compulsion to 
watch you have sex with other men, but I did, and I have been desperate to 
find a way to enjoy having great sex with you like we had for the first ten 
years of our marriage and it is profoundly disappointing to me that you are 
so selfish and self-centered as to be having sex with other men and won't 
share those experiences with me even though you know how much I needed you 
to do that. So now tell me please, how long have you been fucking other men 
anyway and how many lovers have you had?"

Helen replied, "I'm so sorry darling, but you know I was a virgin when you 
and I began fucking each other in high school and you eventually knocked me 
up. I had never known any other cock in my cunt except yours until about ten 
years ago when I began wondering and having day dreams about what it would 
be like to have sex with other men. And then one day when I was away at a 
bridge tournament this guy I was playing with  invited me to his room after 
the game for a drink while we went over the hands. I had a feeling he was 
going to make a pass at me and so I thought to myself, "Why not? Here's my 
chance to get laid by a good looking man and find out how it feels to get 
fucked by a strange man.' He was a great lover with a magnificent cock and I 
ended up sleeping with him for the next three nights and loved it so much 
that I ended up becoming addicted to sleeping with strange men. But I have 
never stopped loving you and all the fucking I have done with other men over 
the last twelve or thirteen years has just been to satisfy my craving for 
illicit sex experiences with other men besides you, and had nothing to do 
with love.

I can tell you honestly dearest, that no one, absolutely no one I have 
fucked over that time has satisfied me as much as you did during that first 
ten years of our marriage when we were having great sex with each other. But 
after I broke the ice and fucked Tom Burton at my first regional bridge 
tournament, I guess I sort of got addicted to fucking and sucking off 
strange cocks, and I guess I have had about a dozen affairs that lasted 
anywhere from 4 or 5 months to the longest which was about 11 months and on 
top of that maybe 25 to 30 other men with which I had a series of quickie 
fucks over maybe two or three week periods. Then there were the many random 
one night stands that I've had at bridge tournaments, and I haven't 
attempted to keep track of how many of those I've had.

But the two most important things you must understand  honey is that first, 
I have never found a cock that could so completely fill my cunt and satisfy 
me the way your cock did when you were on the top of your game, and before 
you developed that perverted compulsion for me to become a whore, and 
second, I never asked for, nor was I ever paid a penny for any of the sex 
that I had with any of the men I fucked and sucked off. I am not a whore. 
The sex I had with all those men was personal and private and not one of 
them ever knew that I had fucked any other man, besides my husband, and 
their own selves."

I was stunned! I couldn't believe my ears and after a very quick rough 
mental calculation I said, "My God Helen, you mean to tell me that over the 
last ten years or so you have fucked at least 42 other men besides me!? She 
replied, "That sounds about right, but it could have been as many as 70 or 
80 because there were quite a few that I only fucked once because the 
experience was not very satisfactory, or it was just one of those random one 
night stands at a bridge tournament."

Then I couldn't help myself and said, "Well I'm sorry to bust your bubble 
honey, but just because you didn't ask them to pay you for sex, doesn't mean 
that you aren't a whore. Honey, any woman, especially any married woman, who 
has sex with as many as 10 or 15 separate men, not to mention as many as 80, 
would be considered by any rational person to be a whore. But don't 
misunderstand me baby. I'm excited that you're a whore darling. I absolutely 
love the idea. Look at how hard my cock is right now sweetie. I'm as hot 
this very minute for your cunt as I have ever been in my life."

Helen said, "Well I'm sorry honey. I can't help what other people think a 
whore is. I was raised to believe that a whore was a married woman who 
either sold or willingly gave her body to men for sex and then talked and 
bragged about the kind of sex she had with them in detail and that that was 
about as low as it was possible for a married woman to descend into the 
depths of sin and complete depravity. What you want me to do is to become 
that kind of whoring woman and I just can't bring myself to do it- no matter 
how much I love you, I just can't do it. When I fuck or suck off a man, 
that's a very private affair between only me and him and no one else. So you 
can just go ahead and jack off that hard on of yours because if you expect 
me to tell you all about how I sucked and fucked other men while you are 
fucking me to help you have an orgasm, then you are going to wait for a 
very, very long time. I've told you many, many times that I can't do that 
and I won't.

But listen baby, why don't you try fucking other women? Maybe all you really 
need is a little strange pussy now and then just like I like to have strange 
cocks on occasion. Its ok with me honey if you fuck other women. I won't 
mind at all. You're a handsome 39 year old man in great physical condition 
with a very nice eight inch cock when it is big and hard which any woman 
would love to have stuffed in her cunt or to suck off. Maybe what you need 
is a little variety in your sex life and if you are a little reluctant or 
shy about making advances to other women, then start out by using a few 
whores which will help you break the ice. The only thing I ask is that you 
don't fuck any of our mutual women friends and also don't tell me about any 
of the women that you might be fucking besides me. I don't need to know any 
of the details and it won't help me to enjoy having sex with you any more 
than I used to. If the word got out among my female friends and 
acquaintances that you were fucking other women, I would become the object 
of their pity and gossip and I don't think I could stand that."

I said to her, "Helen, I am truly stunned. I thought I knew you but I can 
see now that I never really knew anything about you. I can't believe that 
for the last nine or ten years you have been fucking your brains out with 
other men and giving them cum eating cock suckings and satisfying all your 
own erotic desires, and for at least the last six years you just let me 
suffer with my problem when you knew how easy it would have been to help me 
by just humoring my harmless, kinky needs. If you call that love, then I 
don't understand that kind of love. Whatever sexual desires I had for you 
have been completely dissipated, so you don't have to worry about me 
bothering you anymore. I think I will just take you up on your suggestion to 
try some honest whores and maybe find me a good woman to be my mistress. 
I've heard about a couple of new whores who have set up a business in the 
local area and are reputed to be the best fuckers and cock suckers in the 
entire metro area." (She still didn't know that her daughters were whores 
and I sure as hell wasn't going to tell her now. That bit of info might come 
in very handy later.)

So anyway, back to the Golden Rule tale- I keep getting sidetracked! There I 
was in traffic reminiscing about all the great sex I had with my daughters 
and zoning out with my fantasies of Helen fucking and sucking off men at the 
bridge tournament when a loud blast of the horn from the car behind me in 
the traffic jam I was in broke me out of my zoned out state bringing me back 
to the present. I had failed to keep my pickup truck moving and had allowed 
a big space to develop between me and the car ahead and two drivers who were 
in the much slower moving right lane jumped at the chance to move over to my 
lane ahead of me and the guy behind me was really pissed off about it. And 
then I noticed all that day dreaming and thinking I had engaged in about 
Helen fucking Phil Hessler and the great fucking I had enjoyed with my twin 
daughter whores had resulted in giving me a super hard on.

I looked all around and behind me to make sure that there weren't any high 
riding vehicles like big trucks with high cabs around me that would be able 
to look down into my big pick-up truck and see me jerking off my cock and 
then I whipped it out and started beating off thinking about how Helen had 
eagerly sucked off Phil's cock and swallowed down his thick creamy cock cum. 
It wasn't long before I came like a house afire. It happened so fast that I 
didn't have time to get the empty wide mouth, 20 ounce, plastic juice bottle 
out of it's holder on the console that I kept in the truck to shoot my cum 
into whenever I beat off in the truck. Those wide mouth bottles are perfect 
for accepting the first inch and a half of my cock head to catch all the cum 
when it starts shooting out big wads of cum. But this time the cum came up 
so fast out of my balls that with only two hands I couldn't at the same time 
steer the truck, aim my cock so I didn't spray cum all over my clothes and 
on the dash board, and grab the bottle in time to catch my cum, so I opted 
to hold on to the steering wheel with one hand and aim my cock at the floor 
board with my free hand and I spurted six big wads of cum out onto the floor 
boards of my pick-up where it puddled up in a big gob of white sticky fluid 
right under the brake pedal. Some of it had dripped off the end of my cock 
on the seat between my legs. I had some wet-wipes on the seat next to me 
that I kept in the truck for just that purpose and used a couple of them to 
clean the cum off my seat and the tip of my cock before stuffing it back 
into my pants.

By that time I had only moved about 2 miles down the road in about 45 
minutes, but I could see ahead about 1/4 of a mile and we were getting close 
to an intersection with a stop light where there was a road feeding into the 
parkway from the right and there was a long line of traffic trying to get on 
the parkway. It looked like the problem was a traffic accident just on the 
other side of the stoplight a couple of hundred yards down and the police 
had blocked off the right lane with barricades about a hundred yards in 
front of the stoplight on my side of the intersection forcing the right lane 
of traffic to merge into my lane just before the light. When I finally got 
within about a hundred yards of the intersection I could see that there was 
a nice ice blue Mercedes convertible being driven by a good looking blond 
woman at the head of the line of traffic coming in from the side road  
trying to break into my lane of traffic to go in the same direction I was 
traveling, but she was not having any luck and seemed to be very frustrated. 
  Drivers of the cars behind her were blowing their horns and some of the 
drivers were sticking their heads out of their windows and yelling 
obscenities at her. Her problem was that she did not know how to be an 
"aggressive" driver in this kind of situation and just force herself in by 
sticking the nose of her car into the first tiny wedge of space that opened 
up and challenge the jerk to her left to hit her car. Instead, she was 
simply waiting for someone to stop and offer to let her in to the flow of 
traffic.

But the real problem was that all the assholes in front of me in my lane 
were stacked up bumper to bumper so tight and were not giving anyone a break 
to merge into my lane of traffic. When I finally got to the intersection I 
saw her look at the guy in front of me with a pleading look and mouth the 
words "Please, please let me in" and he just flipped her the bird and she 
looked like she was about to cry. As I got close to where she was I put on 
my brakes and stopped and smiled at her and motioned her to enter my lane of 
traffic in front of me. When I did that the guy behind me started blowing 
his horn and I could see him yelling at me and shaking his fist at me in my 
rear view mirror. I just flipped him the bird and motioned the woman to move 
in ahead of me. She was a pretty blond that looked to be in her mid to late 
thirties and she smiled at me and started mouthing `Thank you, thank you, 
thank you so much' as she pulled her car into traffic just in front of me.

When we got beyond the light and the scene of the accident she moved over 
into the right lane and I sped on by her eager to get home.  As I passed her 
she blew me a kiss with her hand and I waved and smiled at her. About five 
miles down the road I had forgotten about her and decided to stop at a 
Starbucks in a small shopping mall that I often stopped at for a cinnamon 
roll and a Starbucks coffee. I was standing in front of the sweet roll 
display case trying to make up my mind about what I wanted when I heard this 
lady standing just behind me say,

"I hope you will let me treat you to one of these sweet rolls and a cup of 
coffee." I looked at her with a questioning look and at first did not 
recognize her and she smiled brightly and said, "The traffic jam... at the 
intersection you were so kind to me..." And then the light turned on in my 
head and I smiled in return and said, "Oh yes, of course. I'm so sorry, but 
my mind was elsewhere and I didn't immediately remember you. But really, you 
don't have to do this. I was very happy to help you. I know you would have 
done the same thing for me if our roles had been reversed. People get so 
frustrated sometimes in those traffic jams and it brings out the worst in 
them, like that jerk in front of me that flipped you the finger. You didn't 
do anything to deserve that kind of treatment and it made me feel good to do 
something nice for you. And that was payment enough."

Then she said, "Nevertheless, please let me do this for you. It will make me 
feel good too. When I saw you smile at me and make eye contact with me to 
motion me in ahead of you, I said to myself, `Now there is one man in ten 
million; a very kind and considerate gentleman.' Then when you sped by me 
after we passed the accident scene I decided that I just couldn't let you 
get away without personally expressing my gratitude for your kind 
generosity. So you mustn't prove me wrong in my judgment of you and you must 
let me do this small thing or I shall be very disappointed." I laughed 
quietly at her response and said, "Well, since you put it that way, I 
certainly wouldn't want to be the cause of disappointing such a lovely lady 
as yourself, so by all means, I will be happy to accept your offer to treat 
me to a coffee and a cinnamon roll."

We, or I should say, she paid for our coffees and rolls and we found a table 
in the back of the dining area and as we set our coffee and plates on the 
table preparing to sit down she extended her hand to me and said, "Please 
let me introduce myself. I'm Beverly Stirling and I am very happy to meet 
you." I took her hand in both of mine and when I touched her soft fingers I 
felt this light pulse of electric energy course through my body like a mild 
shiver as I said, "And I am Alan Stevens and the pleasure is all mine 
Beverly." And we sat down across from each other at our small table and took 
our time sipping at our coffees and nibbling at our rolls and getting to 
know each other.

For the next hour we took turns telling each other about our backgrounds and 
what we liked, where we were  from, where we had gone to school, where we 
had lived before, what kind of work we did, how many children we had, what 
kinds of things we liked to do for fun, and so on. I told her that I was a 
retired Air Force officer working now as a consultant computer systems 
engineer for Department of Defense organizations and was married for 23 
years with two beautiful 23 year old twin daughters now on their own both 
living in Maryland. Of course I didn't mention the problems that Helen and I 
were having or the fact that my two daughters were both whores. All of that 
came later.

Beverly told me her story that, like me, she had been married briefly when 
she was very young for about three or four years with no children, but the 
marriage didn't work out and she had been divorced for almost 16 years now. 
She said that after her divorce she had to begin supporting her self and 
began working as a receptionist at a major Washington law firm and over the 
years had worked her way up through being an administrative assistant, then 
a legal secretary, and was now a para-legal and taking night courses in law 
and hoped to get her law degree in a couple of years. As it turned out, 
there were a couple of other very exciting tidbits about her past that she 
also left out which I found out about later. But I'll get to those later.

We sat there totally engrossed in each other talking about what we liked and 
didn't like, discovering that we both enjoyed outdoor activities, especially 
golf and tennis, and we both loved exploring museums, going to plays and 
concerts and reading good books. I expressed my admiration and envy for her 
beautiful Mercedes convertible roadster. She really was a gorgeous woman 
with a beautiful classic "Grace Kelly" type of face and she held herself 
with a quiet sense of self assurance and poise but at the same time 
expressing an intense interest in everything I had to say. I felt this surge 
of inward pleasure and excitement just being in her presence.

It seemed as if time had stood still and before we knew it, almost three 
hours had passed when she suddenly realized it was almost seven o'clock and 
she exclaimed, "Oh my goodness Alan, look at the time! I didn't mean to keep 
you so long and your wife must be frantic wondering where you are. We better 
be going, but I want you to know that it has been a great pleasure meeting 
you. I'm so happy that I followed my impulse and followed you here to 
personally thank you for your kindness today. Let's keep in touch and do it 
again sometime."

As she began to gather her things I quickly grabbed her hands in mine across 
the table preventing her from getting up out of her chair and responded, 
"No, no Beverly, don't worry! I'm all alone right now. My wife left town two 
days ago to play in a bridge tournament and won't be back for almost two 
weeks. Please stay a while longer. There is nothing waiting for me at home 
now except a big empty lonely house." I looked into her eyes and said, "I 
want to know much more about you. I can't explain it, but I feel so uplifted 
with a feeling of joy and excitement just being in your presence. Please 
don't go. Let me get us another coffee."

She gave me a quiet little smile and replied softly, "Yes, I know exactly 
what you mean! I'm feeling it too Alan and it's a wonderful feeling- one 
that I have not had for a very long time and I don't want it to end either. 
But we can't sit here all night, so I have an idea. Why don't you come home 
with me to my apartment? It's not very far from your home- less than five 
minutes away, and I'll fix us some pasta and a salad and we can have a nice 
quiet dinner with a little wine and really get to know each other. I would 
like that very much and, since you like my car so much you can drive it and 
I'll drive your pickup." And then she said with a very engaging smile, 
"How's that for a deal, Alan?"

I was overcome with joy and blurted out, "Beverly, that's the best damn deal 
I have ever been offered. I'll pick us up a couple of good bottles of 
Cabernet Sauvignon at the ABC liquor store that's two doors down from here." 
We left Starbucks and I made a quick stop at the ABC and bought a couple of 
nice bottles of California Napa Valley Cabernets and we left for Beverly's 
apartment. We had not gone more than a mile when I suddenly remembered the 
puddle of cum on the floorboard of my pickup right under the brake pedal and 
began to worry that she would step in it and realize what it was and be 
disgusted with me. When we got to her apartment and parked, I noticed that 
when she got out of the truck she scraped the sole of her right shoe back 
and forth on the pavement as if trying to get rid of something stuck to the 
bottom of the shoe.

I was petrified with fear that she would know what I had done, and I tried 
to act nonchalant. But then I knew in my heart she had guessed the truth 
when she gave me a coy little smile with a sloe eyed look and said, "There 
was a small puddle of some kind of creamy looking sticky stuff under your 
brake pedal Alan and I don't want to track it into my apartment."  I 
stuttered and stammered and said lamely, "Oh that must be where I dropped 
the little container of Karo pancake syrup for the MacDonald's pancake 
breakfast I got at their drive-thru this morning.  I'm sorry, I should have 
cleaned it up when I got to work, but I was in a hurry I guess." She replied 
with a little laugh, "Gosh you look like you've seen a ghost. Don't worry 
silly, and for goodness sakes, relax! I think I really do understand what's 
going on and it's not a big deal. I'll just take my shoes off before I enter 
my apartment. Now let's go on in so I can get the pasta started."

The next three hours were pure magic to me. Beverly told me to make myself 
comfortable and take off my tie and shoes and to fix us a couple of drinks 
at her small bar while she changed out of her business clothes. She had a 
small two bedroom apartment that was appointed with very tasteful furniture 
and nice pieces of contemporary art. When she came out of her bedroom she 
was wearing a beautiful silvery white satin evening robe that clung softly 
to the curves of her body creating a schizophrenic, but at the same time, 
tantalizing aura of demure sensuality that exuded the promise of deep sexual 
passion straining to be released.

I was stunned speechless for a few seconds and then blurted out, "My god 
Beverly, you are a vision of absolute beauty! I think I am in love. No, I 
know I am in love!" Then I quickly stammered, "Oh, I'm sorry Beverly. I 
don't mean to be so forward. We've just met, but I couldn't help it. You are 
the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!" She laughed and put her hands on 
both sides of my face and gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said, "Don't 
be sorry or embarrassed Alan. You're reaction was exactly what I was hoping 
for. I want you to like me because I like you too- very much. Now let's go 
into my kitchen and you can help me whip us up some pasta and salad for 
dinner."

I won't bore you with all the details of our quiet intimate dinner except to 
say that we were totally engrossed in each other, and two bottles of 
excellent cabernet helped to set the mood for both of us.  Before I knew it, 
it was 11:30 pm and we had reached a lull in the conversation and I broke 
the awkward pause by saying, "Gosh, Beverly it's almost midnight. This has 
been a wonderful evening- the best I have had in years- but I guess I ought 
to be going before I totally bore you to death." And as I started to push 
back in my chair, this time it was she who reached across the table and took 
my hands and looked into my eyes and said softly, "Don't go Alan. Stay with 
me tonight. I want you to stay with me very much."

I said, "God Beverly, are you sure? I want to stay with you more than I can 
express in words, but you may be disappointed. I don't want to whine about 
my marriage problems or make you feel sorry for me, but the truth is that I 
haven't slept with a woman, I mean made real sexual love to a woman in over 
five or six years." (I wasn't counting the times my daughters had fucked and 
sucked me off over the past several years. They did all the work and I just 
laid there and enjoyed it.) Beverly replied, "Yes, I'm sure Alan. I think I 
knew deep in my soul when you first made eye contact with me and smiled that 
warm and wonderful smile of yours as you let me in to the flow of traffic 
that we were kindred spirits and fate would bring us to this point. I'm a 
lonely woman and I think you are also a lonely man, and I want you in my bed 
tonight. This isn't about sex. It's about the feelings I have for you right 
this moment and the feelings I believe you have for me and my need to lie in 
your embrace and feel your warm body against mine and your caresses on my 
skin as we drift off to sleep. There's no pressure baby. If we have sex or 
don't have sex it's ok. The sex will come naturally when it's right for both 
of us. Now let's get naked and get in bed."

That turned out to be the most memorable night of my life. Beverly and I 
slipped into her bed together and she snuggled up close to me with her warm 
body pressing against mine and her head nestled on my shoulder. Her tits 
pressed against my chest and I could feel her nipples begin to stiffen. For 
the next hour we let our hands and fingers roam over each other's body 
feeling, softly kneading, massaging and caressing the soft erogenous flesh. 
I then began suckling her tits while I gently massaged her clit and pussy 
slit with my fingers and thumb and listened to her sigh and moan with 
pleasure as her cunt juices began to flow all over my hand. I brought my 
hand up to my nose and mouth drinking in the aroma of her cunt and licking 
up her succulent cunt juices off my hand and fingers.

I was flying in contented ecstasy and Beverly was bathing my stirring cock 
and balls with her tongue. I reached down and covered her pussy with my 
mouth and began sucking up her juices as she took my cock into her mouth and 
began sucking on it as it grew hard as a rock. In just a few seconds she 
began humping my mouth and tongue with her cunt. As her orgasm started to 
build, I could feel the cum starting to boil up out of my balls and my cock 
head started to swell. In less than a minute she began hitting the peak of 
her orgasm shrieking in muffled ecstasy with my cock in her mouth as it 
exploded shooting massive wads of cum down her throat which she eagerly 
swallowed down her throat. And at the same time her copious flow of orgasmic 
cunt juice flooded my mouth and throat with a delicious tasting nectar.

As we both came down off the heights of our powerful orgasms, she snuggled 
up against me pressing her body up hard against mine and sighed, "Oh my god 
Alan that was wonderful. I can't remember ever having had such beautiful, 
satisfying sex like that. It was so loving and natural and at the same time 
erotically wicked. Your smooth, satiny, cock sauce is the best I have ever 
tasted.  God I loved it!!! Now let's relax and cuddle until we regenerate 
our strength and then I want to feel your powerful cock in my body filling 
me up with your essence."

We laid there in each other's arms for about half an hour with her holding 
my soft cock in her hand gently gently stroking and massaging it while I 
suckled on her tits, and when my cock was hard and ready again, I slipped it 
in to her tight, warm love tunnel and we made slow rhythmic love until we 
both reached simultaneous climaxes again and I filled her cunt with hot cum 
as she moaned in total delirious ecstasy. When we recovered our senses she 
whispered in my ear and said, "I don't know what you meant when you said you 
haven't made love to a woman in five or six years, and I don't care to know 
right now. But I just want you to know that you don't have anything to worry 
about baby. I have never experienced such complete total ecstasy and 
fulfillment as I have with you. Now just hold me tight and let me fall 
asleep in your loving embrace." And that's what we did.

The next morning I was awakened by this wonderful sensation emanating from 
my groin and opened my eyes to the erotic sight of Beverly laying between my 
legs sucking on my cock which was beginning to throb. I could feel the cum 
starting to rise up out of my balls and I said to her, "God Beverly, that 
feels fantastic but if you keep that up baby, I'm going to explode in your 
mouth and drown you in cock sauce." She stopped sucking just long enough to 
quickly say, "Shoot it to me darling. I love your cock sauce!", and then she 
continued sucking with increased vigor while stroking my balls with her free 
hand, and in just another 10 seconds I erupted in a marvelous orgasm 
shooting seven thick, creamy wads of cum into her mouth and down her throat 
which she smoothly swallowed without losing a drop.

She then climbed up on top of me and inserted my still hard cock into her 
cunt and laid down beside me and said, "That was delicious! Now let's just 
lay here like this for a while Alan and let me enjoy the feeling of your 
magnificent love rod filling me up. We don't have to fuck because I know it 
will take a while for you to build up another big charge of cum, so why 
don't we just talk for a while and you can tell me what you meant last night 
when you said it had been over five years since you last fucked a woman. 
That's hard for me to believe darling because you are a fantastic lover. 
Don't you and your wife fuck anymore?"

I replied, "Beverly, I can't believe all of this is happening to me. I feel 
like I'm living a dream where all of my most deepest wishes for love and 
happiness with a beautiful, sensitive, caring woman have been answered. You 
were right last night when you said that you thought I was a lonely man. I 
am lonely. I've been lonely for many years, but I'm a good man Beverly- a 
good man with a good heart that desperately needs a good woman to love him- 
a woman just like you. Now I'm going to answer your question and tell you 
everything about me and I just ask that you let me finish before you pass 
judgment on me because some of things that I'm going to tell you might be a 
little shocking. But you're the woman that I want to share my life with. I 
intend to leave my wife and if you will have me I want to begin the rest of 
my life right now with you at my side and I don't want to begin with any 
hidden secrets even at the risk of driving you away and losing you before 
I've even had a chance to win you."

And then I told her the entire story of my life with Helen as I have 
recounted it in this account, leaving nothing out, including my kinky 
obsession with wanting Helen to fuck and suck other men, the eighteen month 
period where I had to struggle against powerful desires to seduce and fuck 
my twin daughters when they were teenagers, how I became a serial 
masturbator to relieve my sexual needs (I confessed that the sticky fluid in 
my truck she stepped into was my cum and I fibbed slightly when I told her 
that I masturbated to a fantasy about fucking her after passing her on the 
way to Starbucks- the only fib that I have ever told her, but my excuse is 
that it was a small fib designed to make her feel really sexually desirable 
by knowing that she aroused me so much that I had to masturbate), and how I 
found out that Helen was a promiscuous woman and for all intents and 
purposes a whore, even if she didn't accept money from her partners, and 
finally how I found out my daughters were now whores themselves and I have 
been letting them fuck and suck me off on occasion these past couple of 
years.

When I finished I said, "That's everything Beverly.  I can't explain why I 
had those kinky desires for my wife to fuck other men and why I had such 
lascivious desires to fuck my daughters. I'm not proud of those feelings and 
kinky desires. I'm ashamed of them, but I know I'm not a pervert and all I 
can say is that I was frustrated and lonely and very unhappy. And as for now 
having sex with my daughters, all I can say is that they are the ones that 
seduced me and I guess I was too weak and sex starved to refuse their 
advances and just rationalized that they were now grown women and had chosen 
the life of professional sex performers, whores if you will, whom I love 
dearly and always will, and so I just laid back and enjoyed it. I hope you 
can understand."

Beverly had listened quietly through my whole story and when I was finished 
I could see tears in her eyes when she reached out and gently stroked my 
face and kissed me tenderly on the lips and said, "Dear, dear Alan. You 
don't have anything to be ashamed of or to regret my love. You have a kind 
and gentle soul and I thank fate, God, or karma, or providence, or whatever 
power or force in the universe that has brought us together. I have lived 
for this day for many years and I'm not going to let it get away from me. I 
want to share my life with you as well, but I too want to start with a clean 
slate with no secrets. So you need to know that I know exactly how you feel 
with regard to having sex with your daughters because I also engaged in 
incest with my own father when I was 15." She then proceeded to tell me 
about her early life at home which I have tried to accurately recount in the 
following narrative:

"My mother had had an affair with another man when I was 12 and ran out on 
us which devastated my father. We found out later that her lover eventually 
dumped her after three years and she became a whore herself working in a 
whore house in New Jersey. Dad eventually got over it and devoted himself to 
raising me. I worshiped him and loved him dearly but I knew he was lonely. 
Then one day when I was 15 I came home from school early and stumbled on Dad 
in our den beating off his cock which made him so ashamed that my heart just 
when out to him and I told him not to worry and tried to make him understand 
that I understood his loneliness and his need for female companionship. But 
he was so mortified at being caught in the act of beating off his cock by 
his daughter that he sunk into a deep depression. So I decided that I would 
be the woman for him that he so desperately needed. A few nights later I 
snuck into his bed and seduced him and became his lover sleeping in his bed 
with him every night and having sex with him just like a wife until I 
graduated high school and left to go to a small liberal arts college in 
Kansas City to get an education.

Then as my second year at school began, Dad had a fatal heart attack and 
passed away. It broke my heart and I had a very bad time of it for quite a 
while. We weren't rich and it had been very hard for dad to afford to keep 
me in college and so I was frantic trying to find the means to stay in 
school because that's what Dad would have wanted for me.  That's when one of 
the girls I knew at school suggested that I try working for an escort 
service that she worked for because they paid very good money and the tips 
from the clients were often very good. She explained what being an escort 
girl was all about so I knew that if I did it, I would have to be willing to 
have sex with the men who hired me out as an escort. I didn't particularly 
like the idea but I was desperate and I wasn't a virgin either by any 
stretch so that's what I did for the next three years while I was in school.

I didn't think of myself as a real whore then, but the truth is that's 
exactly what I was, and I was pretty good at it too because I had a lot of 
repeat customers during my time as a whore so I must have been doing 
something right. During that time I slept with a lot of men and had all 
kinds of sex- both straight and kinky- and I learned a lot about men.  One 
of the things I learned was how so many men liked to see their wives fuck 
and suck off other men. Many of my johns liked me to pretend I was their 
wife and talk dirty to them about the other men I had fucked while they were 
fucking me. When I finally graduated I seriously considered continuing being 
a full time professional whore by setting myself up as a call girl, but 
eventually decided to leave the whoring life because I know that's what Dad 
would have wanted me to do. So you don't need to feel ashamed at all 
sweetie. I understand completely. And what's more I want you to know that if 
you ever feel the need for extra sexual stimulation by watching me fuck 
other men, or just have me tell you dirty stories about some of the men I 
have fucked, that I'll be happy to perform for your pleasure."

All of those events took place about a year ago and since that time the love 
and bond between Beverly and I has grown stronger with each passing day. 
Next week my divorce from Helen will become final and Beverly and I will be 
together forever.

Just to clean up the loose ends I guess I should not leave you hanging 
wondering how I managed to get Helen to give me a divorce and go quietly 
into the night.

It really wasn't too hard but it took about six months to pull it off.  The 
law firm that Beverly worked for had a close working relationship with a 
detective agency and so she arranged for one of their surveillance 
technicians to wire my bedroom with a miniature camera in an air 
conditioning duct that was sound operated and connected to a computer in the 
attic with a 600gb hard drive capable of recording over 96 hours of sound 
and video.  I announced to Helen when she returned from her bridge 
tournament that I had taken her up on her offer and engaged the services of 
a couple of really good whores and that I would be using their services on a 
regular basis.  Then I established a routine of being gone every Friday, 
Saturday, and Sunday nights telling Helen that I would be sleeping out with 
my whores, when actually I was living and sleeping with Beverly. I was 
hoping that Helen would get careless and bring some of her men to the house 
to fuck them and it would be caught on camera when I was gone on the weekend 
to live with Beverly.

At the same time I had confided in Sandy and Mandy that I had found a 
wonderful woman that I was in love with and I intended to divorce their 
mother. I told them about how promiscuous Helen had been and that I couldn't 
accept it anymore. I was really surprised when they were very happy for me 
and said it served Helen right. Then they told me that Helen knew they were 
whores because she had evidently discovered one of the twins' business cards 
in my wallet soon after they moved to our area from New York and quickly 
figured out that they were call girl whores. They said that Helen had been a 
nuisance to them ever since often asking to use their apartment to fuck her 
men and even asking the twins to send her paying clients from time to time, 
threatening to call the vice police if they complained. I told them not to 
worry, that if my plan worked the way I hoped it would, I would take care of 
their problem as well as mine.

It took about six weeks, but one Monday after I returned back to my house 
after work and checked the computer in the attic, there was Helen in about 
six hours of living color- fucking and sucking two different men- one on 
Friday night and the other one on Saturday night. I was ecstatic! She had 
taken the bait. After that it was easy. I let the setup run for another 
three months downloading Helen's sex trysts onto DVDs.  I ended up capturing 
13 different sessions with Helen fucking and sucking 17 different men. One 
of the videos was a jackpot with Helen being serviced by three men at once 
as one fucked her in her ass, and one in her cunt while she sucked off the 
cock of the third one. Evidently they were the three members of a bridge 
team that Helen had played with in a local club tournament.

When I finally confronted Helen and told her I was filing for divorce she 
got angry and told me that she knew that the twins were whores and that she 
would make a lot of trouble for them and me too because she knew that I had 
been fucking them.  But then I showed her the DVDs of her in action and told 
her that if she ever tried to make trouble for the twins or me, that copies 
would go to the wives of all those bridge players and the other men in the 
videos as well as to key members of the bridge playing community in our 
metro area. If that happened she would be ostracized in the bridge community 
and probably charged as a co-respondent in a lot of divorces. So she knew it 
was no use fighting anymore after that and agreed to an amicable settlement. 
I kept the house and gave her half of our cash assets.

I called Beverly to give her the good news and told her we would be going 
out that night to celebrate and she suggested that I invite Sandy and Mandy 
to come along with us if they did not have any johns already lined up for 
the night. (Beverly had met the twins months before and knew all about them 
being whores and she had shared her experiences as a whore with them as 
well. So there were no secrets among any of us.  Luckily, the twins were 
free and joined Beverly and I to celebrate. That was the second most 
memorable night of my life after that first night I had spent with Beverly.) 
After a fabulous dinner and drinks at several upscale night spots we 
returned to the twins condo where my three women gave me a night of sheer 
erotic pleasure that I will never forget. During the night I ended up 
fucking all of them and getting multiple mind blowing blow jobs and sucking 
out more cunts than I had ever had at one time.

Beverly and I have been living together for a year now and it has been the 
happiest year of our lives. We haven't married yet but that will come in 
good time, as Beverly likes to say, `It will happen one day when it feels 
right and natural for both of us.' And in case you're wondering, I still on 
occasion visit the twins and let them ravish my body. Beverly insists that I 
continue to have sex with them from time to time, although not as often as I 
used to before I met her. She says that Sandy and Mandy love me very much 
and would be very hurt if I didn't let them give me pleasure now and then.

Never in my wildest dreams when I was married to Helen did I ever think that 
life could be so happy and perfect for me again. When I think back to how it 
all started, I credit the Golden Rule of doing unto others as you would have 
others do unto you. None of this would have ever happened if it had not been 
for my simple act of kindness or generosity when I let Beverly break into 
the line of traffic that Friday afternoon. It really does pay to be a good 
person!!

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