Clueless - It's amazing what goes on behind one's back (MF, orgy,
oral, anal, cheat)

"What was that all about?"

"Her car wouldn't start.  The battery terminals were corroded.  I
fixed it."

"That's not what I meant.  Why did she grab your ass and stick
her tits in your face when you were cleaning the battery?"

"I think she wanted me to fuck her.  She told me half a dozen
times that Hank was out of town for the next 3 days and she was
lonely."

"You stay away from her when Hank's not here.  You hear me? 
You're my husband.  Remember that John."

The vehemence of her response caught me a bit off guard.  "If I
recall correctly, I believe I took a marriage vow to that effect
last year, Beth."

"That's right.  That big cock of yours is mine.  Just stay away
from her!"

Now I was curious.  Why such a nasty response, especially to
someone she has gone out with on girls night out every month for
the past few years?

"What are you afraid of?  Think Mary might give me something you
won't?  Afraid she might satisfy me like you don't?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I heard what you said about the last time we made love.  How you
just let me fuck you so I would leave you alone, so you could go
back to sleep.  You didn't even try to fake an orgasm, much less
actually try to have one."

"I said no such thing!"

"That's true, those weren't your exact words.  But that was what
you meant, didn't you?"

"If you want fake orgasms, you can go back to your hookers."

"You know damn well that was years before I met you.  But you're
right, at least they did a good of job of faking their orgasms. 
You don't even try anymore."

"I . . ."  She paused and glared at me for a moment, then averted
her gaze. "Just keep your cock in your pants.  It's mine.?"

Not that you have much use for it, I thought.

For the rest of the weekend and the first half of the next week,
she slept on her side of the bed and I slept on mine.  No spit,
cum, sweat, kisses, touches or caresses were exchanged in the
night, or during the day for that matter.

My coworkers and I were sent home just after lunch on Thursday
when a power outage at the plant shut down the entire facility. 
The house was strangely quiet when I came in the back door. 
Except for the quiet laughter coming from the bedroom area.  I
peeked around the corner of the hallway to see a naked Hank
sitting on the edge of the bed, his beer gut hanging over his
skinny, 4 inch erection.  Beth was on her knees, facing him,
massaging his balls. Oddly enough, they both were wearing
sleeping blind folds.

"You going to finger fuck my ass when you suck me?"

"Of course I am baby, don't I always?  Slide forward and lift
your legs so I can get you wet."

Hank did as he was told, sliding forward before leaning back and
raising his legs.  My eyes got as big as saucers as I watched
Beth lean in and lick his asshole for a few moments and then
moisten her finger and slide it into his ass just before wrapping
her lips around his cock head.

"God I love it every time you do that with your finger and
tongue," he moaned softly.

I felt like throwing up and backed off before my knees buckled
under me.  I used Hank's increasing louder moans to cover my
retreat.  I quietly left the house and went to the park across
the street.

There was a flood of emotions as I sat down on a bench in the
shade.  From being on the verge of tears to wanting to beat them
to a pulp with my bare fists.  I couldn't stop my hands from
shaking.  And there was a flood of questions.  Why?  For how
long?  What did I do wrong to cause this?  And why the fuck is
beer gut Hank's puny cock more satisfying than mine?

Some of the pieces of the puzzle dropped into place.  The
increased coldness between Beth and me and the faint smell of cum
and pussy juice after girls night out.  Hank always being at work
or out on those same nights.  What the hell was going on?  Surely
he wasn't doing all of the women at the same time? Or was he? 
What was so attractive about a beer gut and a puny cock?  What
the fuck was going on?

I watched as Hank left the house 30 minutes later.  Beth was in
the shower when I came back in.  After I made myself some dinner,
we spent the evening apart, in separate rooms, as I searched my
brain for more clues and formulated a plan for tomorrow - girl's
night out.

I called the house just after lunch on Friday.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Hey, the start up isn't going very well.  I'm going to be here
awhile longer.  You have a big group going out tonight?"

"No, just three of us tonight, myself, Mary and Amanda.  Julie
and Patty can't make it tonight.  We're going to that new dance
club north of town."

"I thought Julie was your designated driver."

"Hank's going to drop us off on his way in to work the night
shift.  We'll catch a cab for the ride home."

"Okay.  Have fun.  See you tomorrow.  Love ya."  There was a good
ten seconds of silence before she ended the call, without saying
another word.

I parked at the mall on the way home and walked across the street
to pick up the rental car I had reserved earlier in the day.  A
very inconspicuous sedan in which I could follow and not be
noticed.  I waited at the park across from the house and watched
as Amanda, Beth and Mary, all dressed in tight fitting, low cut
dresses and six inch CFM heels, got into Hank's car and drove
off.  Following at a discrete distance, I noted we went west, not
north, on the interstate and got off at a truck stop complex on
the outskirts of town.  A truck stop, gas station, convenience
store, restaurant, adult video and book store and a low rent
motel, known for renting rooms for the night as well as by the
hour.

I parked at the restaurant and watched as they got out and went
into the book store.  What the hell?  Girls night out is an
evening at the glory holes?  Really?  That can't be all there is.
I waited.  I was right, that wasn't all.  They all exited after
a few minutes, carrying a bag of stuff, and drove over to the
motel.  Leaving the car at the restaurant, I peeked around the
corner of the motel breezeway just in time to see Hank open the
door of the far end room and all four of them enter.

What the fuck?  So it was true, Hank was doing them all.  Girls
night out was a fuck fest for Hank's enjoyment?  I sat down in a
dark, unlit corner of the pool area and pondered the situation. 
It still didn't make sense.  Beer gut, little dick Hank was
getting fucked my multiple, horny women once a month?  And
fucking my wife in between?  That same flood of emotions came
back, ranging from near tears to raging anger and back to some
actual tears.  My hands were shaking again as I sat and stared at
the motel room door.  And watched as three men approached,
knocked and entered.  Followed by two more a few minutes later.

A sex party?  Girls night out is an orgy sex party?  That would
explain the odor of cum and pussy juice afterward.  And Beth's
apparent soreness for two days after each night out.  What the
fuck!  I watched for the next three hours as more men came and
left the room.  I lost count somewhere between fifteen and
twenty.  One of the men left the room and paused by the pool to
light a cigarette.  I got up and approached him.

"Hi.  This is my first time.  How was it?" I asked.

"Man, it was fucking great, as always.  I did the blonde this
time.  She gives incredible head. The short one squeals like
crazy when she gets her pussy fucked.  If you want some ass, the
brunette is incredible.  She really likes getting her ass
fucked."

"You been doing this long?  How exactly does this work?"

"Yeah, I've been doing this every month for a couple of years
now.  Just knock on the door.  The pimp will yet you in.  He
provides the lube and condoms.  Pick the hole you want to fuck,
pay your hundred bucks and have at it.  The girls all wear blind
folds so they can't see you.  Have fun," he said with a smile as
he turned and left.

I was stunned and had to sit back down.  My hands were shaking
again.  Holy shit!  I'm married to a part time hooker?  What the
fuck!  It took me awhile to regain my composure.  So, Mary likes
it in the ass, Beth is really good as sucking cock and Amanda
squeals like a stuck pig when you fuck her pussy.  Okay.  I can't
give Beth any grounds to contest a divorce, so I can't fuck Mary
or Amanda.  I'll have to settle for getting my cock sucked.  I
got up and knocked on the door.  Hank turned white as a ghost
when he saw me.

"What are you doing here?" he whispered as he stepped outside and
closed the door behind him.

"I'm here to get my cock sucked by my wife.  And I don't expect
to pay for it.  Relax.  I'm not going to let them know it's me. 
And I'm not here to fuck your wife, even though you've been
fucking mine."  Now he turned bright red with embarrassment and
just stood there, frozen in place.

"Let's go.  Open the fucking door and let me in," I demanded.

"Alright, alright.  Just don't say anything."

The smell of cum was almost overwhelming.  A small pile of used
condoms had accumulated in the wastebasket by the door.  An orgy
porn movie was playing on the TV.  None of the other men paid any
attention to me when I entered, at least not until I stripped off
my clothes, sat down and stroked myself to an erection.  One guy
was in a 69 with Amanda.  She was on top, trying to suck his cum
out of him while he sucked someone else's cum out of her. 
Another was getting his cock sucked by Mary and Beth was getting
DPed by two others.  I apparently became a bit of a distraction.
The men, except for the guy under Amanda, spent as much time
looking at my cock as they spent paying attention to what they
were doing.  Eventually all four of them finished, probably
sooner than they wanted, dressed and left.

I pulled Beth up, sat her down at the foot of the bed and
presented my cock head to her lips.  She grabbed the shaft with
both hands and licked to precum from the tip.

"Oh my god, it's huge," she said in a low, sultry voice.  Just
what I would have expected from a whore trying to boost the ego
of her client.  Amanda and Mary, with nothing else to do at the
moment, slid over and started caressing my ass cheeks and balls.
Beth swirled her tongue around the glans, leaned forward to get a
better angle and slowly slid my cock all the way into her warm,
slick mouth and throat until her nose pressed against my abs,
then slowly withdrew.

Mary helped things along.   Scooping up some of the cum leaking
from her ass and pussy, she wet a finger, pushed it into my ass
and swirled it around in slow circles.  She wet her fingers
again, pushed two in and pressed hard against my prostate.  A
small squirt of cum leaked out of my cock and was quickly sucked
up by Beth.  A second dribble leaked down her chin and was also
quick scooped up and devoured.

With a loud grunt, my balls exploded after just another five or
six slow strokes of Beth's mouth and throat.  She sucked down the
cum as it jetted into the back of her mouth.  Mary giggled as my
ass muscles repeatedly clamped around her finger then wrapped her
hand around my shaft after Beth had finished.

"Holy shit," Mary whispered, "I want some of this."

"Can't do it Mary," I said.  "Hank probably wouldn't like it and
Beth told me to keep my cock away from you."  All three women
jerked to attention, and then slowly removed their blind folds. 
There were three blank, silent, wide-eyed, open mouth stares, and
a red faced, angry scowl from Hank, as I quickly dressed.  I
found Beth's purse in the closet and removed the house key from
her key chain.

"You won't need this anymore," I said to her.  "I'll fill your
car with your clothes, jewelry and bathroom stuff when I get
home.  You can pick it up when you're finished here.  Be sure to
let Hank know your new address.  I'm sure he'll want at continue
fucking you during the week, just as he has been."

"What?" yelled Mary, with an angry glare looking back and forth
between me, Beth and Hank.

"You didn't know?" I asked.  "Guess I'm not the only clueless one
around here."  A yelling, screaming and slapping melee erupted
between Mary, Beth and Hank, as Amanda cowered in the corner,
trying to avoid getting slapped herself.

Stepping outside, I bumped into three more guys with big bulges
in the front of their jeans.

"Hey guys," I said quietly, with a big, fake grin on my face,
"the blond really wants it in the ass tonight.  Fuck her hard. 
Fuck her ass so hard you bust the condom.  Enjoy."

Heading to the car, I started to formulate a to-do list for the
next couple of days.  Change the bank account and investment
passwords as soon as I get home.  And cancel the credit cards. 
Better change the door locks, just in case.  I can do that first
thing in the morning.  Call the attorney on Monday, and change
the insurance beneficiary too.  I glanced over at the ABS as I
opened the car door.  They were busy tonight.  I wonder what kind
of sex toys they have.  I might need something to tide me over
until I find a woman who wants to have real orgasms with me.


  
Clueless