From: marty@ramlink.net (Radioman)
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Subject: I Married A Lesbian/ ffm voyeur
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 1996 08:37:51 -0500
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I Married A Lesbian

By Radioman





   When I first met my wife she had just gotten over a long

affair with a very abusive guy named Ira. She omitted most

of the real gory details, but I got the feeling some very

bad things had happened. Carole was twenty-three when we

first started dating. I was 26 and while no virgin, my

experiences with women were limited to one girlfriend for

four years and to many shorter relationships. Carole, on the

other hand had really been around the block a few times with

men, but never enjoying it. I gleaned this from the way she

would always revile her ex-lovers, saying they didn't know

how to please a woman. They were selfish; they were pigs. 



   Our own sex life was satisfying. At least to me. The only

thing at all strange was that Carole couldn't come unless I

ate her out. My dick is a pretty good size and real thick.

I've had more than one woman say it really is a cunt

splitter. 



   Now Carole liked having it up her pussy. Yet, I was the

only one who came from our screwing. After shooting my load

into her, I'd have to suck her pussy for a long time to get

her off. I didn't mind. Her twat was the freshest piece of

meat I'd ever lapped. Always clean, always tasty.



   Three years into the marriage the little signs started. I'd

come home and she'd hang up the telephone, saying it was a

wrong number. She'd have to go out and visit a sick friend.

The usual cheating wife bullshit. There wasn't anything I

could prove. My work as a real estate appraiser kept me so

busy that if she did leave, I'd have no time to find a new

wife. So I let her think she was getting away with something

and things went along smoothly.



   I came home early one day last spring to use my spare

computer. The one at the office had gone done right at the

beginning of our busy season at my little four man shop. I

make a good living appraising, enough to give Carole

everything she needs. Or so I thought.

 

   Carole's voice drifted from the living room into our

entrance hall. She was on the phone. Taking up a listening

post near the door, I tried to catch to whom she was

talking. It shocked the shit out of me to hear her old

boyfriend Ira being mentioned. Was she talking to him? Could

she be screwing around with that bastard? I coughed and

heard the phone hang up fast.



   "Honey, I'm home." Walking nonchalantly into the living

room I tried to see guilt in her eyes. There was none. What

a cool bitch.

 

   Hi, babes," she said, as if nothing were going on. "Just

got off the phone with an old girlfriend. We're getting

together for coffee tonight. You don't mind, do you?" She

got up off the couch and glided over to me. As she got up

close, her hand reached out and squeezed my cock through my

wool suit pants. I was hard in a second. No one could touch

my cock the way Carole did.

 

   "Home for a quickie?," she asked. Her lips came close to

mine and her tongue slid out, wiping all around my mouth.

She got busy taking off the stuffy suit I was wearing.

Another living room sex session was about to begin. I

mentally prepared myself to shoot a good load into her, the

lying bitch.



   I got bare. She kneeled down on the plush carpet and began

one of her patented blow jobs. First she washed my cock and

balls with her tongue, touching every inch of skin around my

organ. The main course was my shaft. Carole was superb

cock-gobbler. Jackhammering her head on my pole, she could

suck loads out of me in record time. The feeling in the old

balls told me this would be one for the books.

 

   Superb tongue work behind my helmet made my nuts contract

for a launch. It would be good filling up this cheating

bitch's mouth with come. I grabbed her blonde hair and

pulled her face along my pulsating cock, sawing it into her

mouth. She reached around behind me and started toying

with my asshole. A finger up my butt is the key to the city

for me. I blew hard, blasting thick ropes of cum down her

gullet. Her head backed off a few inches and my jism filled

her mouth.



   "Eat this!," I cried out. My dick shot a final load of

fresh sauce into the back of the whore's throat, making her

choke. Good. I kept my hands on her head, forcing her to

swallow all my tart spew. Did her boyfriend make her do

that?



   She slumped down on the floor, opening the pink silk robe

she always wore around the house. 



   "My turn, babe," she said firmly, spreading her legs to

show me the swollen lips of her brown-trimmed pussy.

                        

   "Eat me!," she commanded.

 

   She wanted it bad. But I had another plan.

   

   A few hours later I came out of my study at a trot. The

inevitable fight after I refused to suck Carole off had left

me exhilarated. I knew she would go to her old boyfriend for

a mouth job and this was my chance to follow her. When I

heard her car start up, I ran down to my Prelude and took

off. Tailing her was easy. When you drive around looking at

houses all day you learn every street and shortcut in the

area. I kept her car a little ahead of mine in the pre-rush

hour traffic of late afternoon. She was heading toward Long

Island Sound. That meant her boyfriend lived in rich

neighborhood or had an apartment at the Marina. If so, I'd

be in luck. I've appraised 20 or so units in there and knew

the whole staff and the secret ways in and out of the

building. This could be fun.



   It was the Marina! I arrived a minute or two after her.

Joey, the afternoon desk man, was always glad to see me. I'd

buy him a drink now and then for giving me good info on what

the apartments had sold for. With a wink he told me to what

apartment my wife had headed -- 2-B, a corner unit with a

balcony over on the water side. Beautiful view. Later, I'd

have to ask him why he winked.



   I was in luck. There was no apartment below 2-B, only the

laundry room. This meant I could easily climb up on the

balcony and see what was happening. I had a quick way out of

there, too, if I got caught.

 

   Scouting around, I saw no one in the area. I pulled a

garbage pail over by the corner of the apartment I wanted

and gave myself a boost onto the balcony. Peering over the

edge, I could see that the sliding door into the bedroom had

been closed and the curtain drawn almost completely shut.

Good. A few grunts and I made onto the balcony.



   On my knees, I inched over to the door. With the late

afternoon sun on the other side of the building, there was

no glare on the glass. At the right angle I could see the

whole room. And what I saw! No wonder Joey had winked.



   My darling wife was sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing

her tits through her thin dress. Admiring her from about

five feet away stood a tall brunette. Her nakedness

revealed a stunning figure, featuring long, smooth legs.

I could tell the ass cheeks were firm. Her long dark hair

cascaded down her back and, from the angle I was at, also

covered her full, bare tits. What the hell was going on

here? The brunette took her hair and caressed her own

breasts with it, teasing, playing. It was obvious she was

trying to turn Carole on, getting her ready for hot lesbo

sex. Around her ankles, a discarded robe lay crumpled. She

stepped out of it, walked toward my wife and knelt down.



   Carole spread her legs wide. Her lesbo lover slid Carole's

dress up her thighs, getting ready to expose my wife's twat.

For an old fashioned suck party, I supposed.



   Carole caressed the brunette's hair, then reached down and

squeezed the other woman's tits. The lesbian stopped what

she was doing to Carole's clothes and reveled in the

sensations of having her big dyke boobs rubbed by another

woman. How the hell she seduced Carole I'll never know.

Carole kept touching the sides of the brunette's breasts,

the drawing her fingertips toward the nipples. The dyke's

head lolled around with eyes closed.



   I guess she'd had enough when she took Carole's hands away

and made her lie back on the bed. She lifted my wife's dress

up and together the two of them managed to strip Carole

naked. God, what a body on her. That dress wasn't the only

thing about to get off, as I witnessed. The brunette lesbo

quickly dipped her face down into the bush in which I had so

often reveled. She lapped way at Carole's pussy as Carole

thrashed around on the bed, her hips bucking up into the

lesbian's face in the most sluttish way. So, Carole was

getting what she wanted. What kind of woman had I married?



    The end was in sight. Carole grabbed her pussy pal's head,

pressing it hard onto her cunt. This was it. Carole was

going to come. I'd been watching this whole episode through

the thick plate glass of the sliding door, unable to hear

anything. Now my wife's screams came through the glass as

the brunette's s tonguework made her come repeatedly. Shit,

even I couldn't get that many orgasms out of the bitch.

 

   Now I'm as normal as the next guy, which means that I love

seeing lesbian stuff in porno movies and such. But this was

my wife, for Christ's sake. She was cheating on me with a

woman. The infidelity got me madder than the lesbian

cuntwork got me excited. To tell the truth, though, seeing

cunt sucked by a woman did get me pretty damn hot. After

all, there was a hell of a boner in my pants.

 

   Still, it was time for this dyke party to be over. I beat

my fist against the door. It was almost comical the way the

two heads spun toward me. The mouth moved off Carole's twat

so fast the brunette probably took a patch of my wife's cunt

hair with her. Carole grabbed her dress and the brunette

went for the robe. They looked pissed, which was to be

expected. Eventually, the brunette came to the door,

probably just to stop my banging. Carole hovered behind

her, wearing an I-hope-still-get-alimony expression.



   She slid the big piece of glass open a few inches and

yelled, "What the fuck gives you the right to go spying on

people? Get the hell out of here before I call the desk."

   

   "You, ah, mean my friend Joey? I hardly think he'll do

much. Let me talk to my wife." I got a hand on the panel and

started sliding it back. The brunette tried to stop me but

men are stronger than women.



   "Get out of here," she screamed. "You have no right to 

. . ."



   "Shut the fuck up, cuntsucker. I'm talking to my wife."

Nicely put, if I say so myself.



   "Get your fucking stuff," I ordered Carole. "We're getting

out of here and going to my lawyer. This is the sickest shit

I ever heard of. What am I gonna tell people?"



   "Tell them whatever you want. I"m not leaving . . . Am I?"

She looked over at her snatch-sucking buddy. The brunette

appeared a little confused.



   "Well, I don't know. I mean how long were you talking

about? You know Ira's coming back in a few days and 

you don't want to see him again, I'm sure."



   Ira? That was the son of a bitch Carole had left for me.

This dyke was his new girlfriend? What the hell was going on

around here? I asked the question aloud.



   Both of the women were silent. I knew any involvement by

Ira in this meant that it was a bad situation. He used to

beat Carole, made her fuck his friends. And that's what

Carole would tell me. I'd guess he was the biggest scumbag

I'd ever met.



   "Look." said Carole. "Ira's been treating Maura like shit,

the way he treated me. She found my number in a drawer here

and called me to find out what the story is with him. You

know how he seems so charming at first, then he turns into

an animal. When she and I had our first lunch together we

realized that we pick shitty guys because we're not supposed

to be with men, at least not exclusively. It just happened,

Cal. I didn't mean for it to be this way."



   This news stunned me. My wife was a lesbian. I had

married a dyke. Did this mean that I was a prick, 

too? I asked her.



   "Well, yes, to be honest. But not like Ira. You just work

too much and always think about money. Anyway, I need Maura

in my life and she needs me. What are we going to do?"



   A good question.



   "You could let me watch you two get it on."



   It blew my mind when Maura said it was OK with her if it

was OK with Carole. I guess the big dyke had a little

exhibitionist in her.



   "After all, Carole," she reasoned, "you haven't got the

money to leave him and I can't get away from Ira yet. If it

keeps your marriage together for a while, then why not?"



   Carole didn't look too happy. I had an idea.



   "Maybe if I watch you and Maura I'll learn how to be a

better pussy eater. Can't hurt, can it?"

 

   What a load of shit I was laying down. Carole had no money

to speak of, economically tying her to me. I was pretty sure

she'd have to go with this plan.



   "All right," she eventually said. "I suppose it's best

all around."



   "Good thinking, baby. I'll just pull up a chair and you two

get back to business."



   The ladies looked at each other and shrugged. Maura ditched

her robe and Carole hopped back on the bed. This time I'd

get the real show.



   Maura helped Carole off with her dress. Then they lay down

next to each other on the bed. With a final glance at me

just sitting there, they began making out, trying to get hot

again. I decided to jerk off and pulled down my pants. I

didn't care if this pissed them off. Hell, they were dykes.



   After a few minutes of tongue kissing, Maura started

licking her way down Carole's body. I guessed it was still

Carole's turn to receive. Maura spent much time on the

breasts, working each nipple over good. She mouthed every

square inch of Carole's skin; I could tell her tongue was

swirling a mile a minute. I kept jerking away, getting ready

for my little surprise at the end.



   Carole lifted her legs and spread them, a signal that she

wanted to be sucked. It startled me to realize  that her body

movements matched the ones she gave me to show her needs.

Maura dove in on the bush, gluing her mouth to Carole's

cunt. I noticed she kept her hands up near Carole's tits,

massaging them, squeezing the nipples. Her tonguework was

hard to see, but I could tell that not only did she go for

the clit, but also fucked Carole's twat with her oral

diddler.



   The tell tale signs of my wife's impending orgasm were

becoming obvious to me and I didn't even have my mouth on

her cunt. Maura went to work on Carole's nipples, squeezing

and twisting them with a force that would have gotten me

slapped. Carole started coming, heaving her ass up off the

bed, moaning in her special way. Maura's mouth stayed glued

to the pussy, not giving Carole any leeway.

 

   This scene really wired me out and my dick was harder

than it had ever been. Pulling mightily on the shaft, I went

for my orgasm. Just as Maura lifted her head from Carole's

cunt, I ran over to them and jerked myself off right onto

Maura's face. She screamed and Carole got up and castigated

me for being a prick like Ira.

 

   This really pissed me off, so I grabbed Carole by the head

and forced her mouth onto the stunned Maura's face.



   "Lick it off her, lezzie. You like her so much, clean her

up. Use your tongue to wipe up my scum." Man, I was going

plumb loco on the two pussy pals.



    I moved her head through the splashes of Jizz. Her tongue

did come out eventually and lapped up my load. Did she like

it? I don't know. I just didn't want her to forget what a

man tasted like, what I tasted like. She'd have to come home

someday and she would have to be ready to give me the

sucking I loved. I do know that I'll never deny her the

cunnilingus she wants, needs, and has to have. After all, I

married a lesbian.



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