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Subject: What You Don't Know
Date: Wed, 30 May 2007 19:38:31 -0000
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Mary Frances and I have been married for 15 years (hold the applause,
please). I have always kidded her about being "convent educated"
because of her name, but the truth is that she just went to parochial
school. I think we're an average couple in every respect. Mary Frances
is no beauty, but with her short, blond hair, (compliments of Clairol),
clear blue eyes, and slim build she can still turn a few heads at the
mall. Her body is her only vice. She watches her diet and keeps fit, so
her back is straight and her stomach is flat. I wish I could say the
same for myself, but a sedentary job has done some damage, so I'm
carrying about 15 extra pounds.
Our sex life has always been OK, if uninspired. Sure, we started out at
once or twice a day, and now--15 years later--we're down to once a week
or so, but it's comfortable, gentle sex. Strictly according to the
book, man-on-top sex. But a couple of months ago, something happened to
our routine that was a big surprise to me, and it's why I'm now in the
situation I'm in. I had had a bitch of a day, and by bedtime I was
barely awake. Mary Frances had other ideas, it seemed. When she came
out of the bathroom she was wearing a little Victoria's Secret special
I'd never seen, and she wanted to play. My poor willie could only get
half hard I was so beat, and we'd already done our 'weekly' the night
before. She sat next to me and began to stroke my penis slowly. "Let's
see if we can wake him up," she whispered, and suddenly she was leaning
over me, sucking my half hard cock like a hooker on a busy night. I was
beyond surprised. Mary Frances had never given me a clue that she even
knew about oral sex. Now she was giving me a really good blow job. My
cock woke up right away, and we did the deed with enthusiasm.
Giving me a blow job wasn't all Mary Frances had in her new bag of
tricks. A couple of days later she had me return the favor, flat on my
back while she crouched over me, making me lick and kiss 'that place'
as she had primly called it once. I began to wonder what had caused
this major change, not that I wasn't enjoying our new sex life. Then I
began to wonder how she even found out about this stuff. I knew what I
had to do, and I began to browse the Net for some supplies.
The whole kit cost me almost a thousand dollars; not easy to hide that
kind of expense among the other bills but I thought I managed it very
nicely. I had a tiny wireless motion-sensitive video camera and mike, a
card for my laptop, a honking great external hard disk, and software to
make it all work. That Saturday was Mary Frances' day at her salon for
a color touchup, so I had plenty of time to set it up and test it. I
had thought I'd put in in our bedroom--seemed logical--but then I
thought I'd gamble on the living room. After all, it's near the front
door, has a comfortable sofa, and it's easier to hear a husband who
might come home early. The whole thing didn't even take an hour to set
up, including cleanup. I walked into the living room, sat on the sofa,
said a few words, and then watched it all in full color on the laptop.
I was ready. The last thing I did on Monday morning before I left was
to turn everything on, and tell Mary Frances that I'd be a little late
coming home.
I couldn't get any work done that day, I just kept thinking about what
I'd find or not find on the laptop that evening. It was hard to sit
through dinner, and even harder to watch Mary Frances, who was
perfectly innocent, as far as I could tell. I began to feel depressed
and guilty for suspecting her, but after dinner I pleaded that I had
some work to do and went into my 'office.'
I checked the external drive--it was two thirds full! I began watching
the recorded video. The living room was empty, but I heard muffled
voices that must have triggered the recording. Then Mary Frances walked
in, closely followed by--could it be--our next door neighbor, Tom .
He's mid-30's and between sales jobs, wearing a knit shirt, nice pants,
and his golf course tan, looking very much like a country club golf
pro. He actually did love the game and he had that easy charm that many
real pros develop. "No way," I thought, "this is going to be a
half-hour of boring social stuff." Old Tom sat on the sofa, and Mary
Frances stood in front of him and pulled her top over her head. She was
wearing a 'barely-there' bra that I'd sure never seen before. Then her
slacks came off, and she kicked off her shoes. Damn, she looked hot,
standing there in front of Tom, wearing just her undies. She sat down
next to him and turned so he could unhook her bra and take it off. He
reached around her and began to fondle her breasts as if he'd done it
before. The son-of-a-bitch looked right at home on my sofa, feeling up
my wife.
She leaned back against him while he shifted one hand inside her
panties. Her legs parted, her eyes closed, and she actually purred.
After a minute or two she broke free, stood up, and pulled her panties
down. Tom also stood up, and kicked off his loafers, pulled off the
golf shirt, and then the pants. Tom must have done something besides
ride a golf cart, because his stomach was flat as a board, and all his
muscles were well developed. His boxers were ready to split, and he had
to be careful getting them off. His erect cock was circumcised, dark
reddish brown, and not unusually long, but noticeably large in
diameter. He finally spoke, "C'mon Mary Frances, you know what I want.
Show me what you've learned."
Mary Frances got on her knees, grabbed that fat cock and began licking
it, then she opened her mouth as wide as she could and began to suck.
It was perfectly clear to me who had taught her about oral sex. I
thought maybe Tom would have a coronary, the way he was gasping and
moaning. No such luck, though, and he made Mary Frances stop before his
cum blew the back of her head off.
He got on the floor with her and after an awkward minute of tangled
legs and arms his head was up between her spread thighs. He certainly
seemed to enjoy what he was doing, because he just kept on and on. Mary
Frances was moaning and yelling and panting like she was having a kid.
Finally, exhausted, they lay quietly side-by-side.
There was a gap in the recording then; I guess they fell asleep and
didn't move enough to trip the motion sensor. Then the video started
again. Tom had crawled on top of Mary Frances, and was trying his best
to get his cock up her ass. She was squirming and saying "No. No, Tom.
I didn't like it that way the last time. Let me be on top." Tom wasn't
ready to quit, though, and he kept trying, saying "Hey Mary Frances,
it'll be good. We'll go get some Vaseline." He stood up and helped her
to her feet. Then they walked out of the frame and the video stopped.
There was still something left on the drive, so I kept watching. Yep,
more video; Tom and Mary Frances re-enter the living room. He's right
behind her, hands on her hips, they're both still naked, and she's
giggling like a 12-year-old sharing secrets. When they turn to the side
I see what's so funny. Tom's cock is all the way up Mary Frances' ass!
Evidently the Vaseline took all the hurt out, and just left her nice
ass hugging his fat cock. He bends her over with her arms on the back
of a chair, and starts humping her nice and slow. They have their backs
to me, but I can tell from the grunts that somebody is having a good
time. Tom's tight ass is clenching in time to his rhythm; he's giving
little Mary Frances one hell of a fucking. Bam, bam, he's slamming into
her now, and she's starting to scream, but with sexual frenzy, not with
pain. She's shifted one hand off the chair back and down between her
thighs. They finish together and just stand there without moving.
Finally Mary Frances pulls free and runs girlishly out of the frame; I
can just hear her say, "I've got to shower." Tom, looking pleased with
himself, follows her, and the video stops.
I let the drive continue to spin, and I'm rewarded by the sight of the
two naked lovebirds, back in the living room for...what, I wonder? Tom
has turned toward the camera, and there's that fat cock again, a real
woodie. He settles down on the carpet in front of the sofa, and Mary
Frances slowly sits down on him while he supports her under the arms.
Her eyes are very wide as his cock penetrates and stretches her. She
starts fucking him while he plays with her boobs, one in each hand. I'm
having trouble breathing, watching them. Things are going faster now;
she's really fucking her brains out. She's looking straight into the
camera and grinning like a nut. Then they're there. Screaming,
groaning, gasping, and it's over. Mary Frances stays seated on that
thick penis while Tom continues to feel her up, and runs his big
freckled hands all over her. I can barely hear her as she stretches
like a cat and says, "Mmmm. That was even better than last time."
They part, and Tom puts on his stuff and walks slowly out of the frame,
and I can hear the front door open and close. At first I think that
Mary Frances is talking to herself, but I quickly find out otherwise,
as she says, "Did you really think you could hide a thousand dollars
worth of bills from me? That's pathetic. Oh, and you really need to
learn to sweep up better when you drill into wallboard."
"I loved letting you watch me get another man's penis up my behind. I
kind of thought we could try that, now that Tom's shown you how it's
done. Now you be sure to turn all your toys on tomorrow too; I know we
won't disappoint you."
The video ends.