Subject: Desperate Housewife
Story Codes: MF exhib oral adultery
Diary Date: November 9, 2008
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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After my first lingerie party, the hostess seemed to want to say
something to me but she ended up just saying goodbye. Thus I was a bit
surprised when she called me a couple days later and even MORE so when
she told me what she wanted. Did she really believe that presenting a
slut to her husband would save her marriage?
Disclaimer: I've always said that my diary is not a reflection of my
everyday life, but rather more like a "highlights reel".
That is especially true with regards to this story. The
reason I wrote about it is because it was something unique,
NOT because it was something that typically happens. I do a
lot of parties and this was the only one where this type of
thing happened as a result.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - A Strange Proposal
Chapter 2 - Meeting the Family
Chapter 3 - Getting Things Started
Chapter 4 - Getting Down to Business
Chapter 1 - A Strange Proposal
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"Is this Kelly?"
The voice on the phone sounded familiar so I answered, "Yes, this is
she."
"Ummmmm, this is Barbara, remember me from the party you and Wanda did at
my house this past weekend?"
Of course, now I remembered where I'd heard that voice. Just a few days
ago I'd modeled for my first lingerie/toy show at her house. Suddenly an
image flashed before me of the look on her face as I was leaving, as if
there was something she wanted to say to me but then at the last minute
changed her mind. Was this call somehow related to that?
"Oh hi Barbara, is there something I can do for you?"
There was a silence on the phone and again, I could picture that face
from a few days ago, almost desperate to say something but then failing
to find the courage. Was she going to back down again? I waited
patiently on the phone for her to answer.
"I don't know how else to say this so I guess I'll just come right out
and ask... Will you fuck my husband?"
*********************
Note to Readers:
In case you haven't read what I wrote about the events of a few days ago,
a quick summary but for the complete details, see my diary entry for
November 1st. Due to some personal issues, I'm no longer teaching or
living at home or engaged. Not that these changes are necessarily due to
the same reasons, they just happened to all fall on my lap at the same
time. To make ends meet, I decided to return to a variation of the
escorting work I use to do, except in this case the focus would be on
home parties and groups, no single dates or hotel rooms or that sort of
thing. Indeed, actual sex was something I really didn't want to get
involved in - at least so far as my work was concerned.
If there is one thing I decided to be firm about from the start, it was
that I will NEVER do anything one-on-one for money. I am not a whore or
a prostitute (as if there is a difference). Everything I do is to take
place in a main room with everyone present. None of this disappearing
into the back bedroom for a private fuck crap. There are plenty of girls
out there (like my cousin) who are available if that's what they want -
and I've actually called Kristen while at a party to come and help out
(she DID give me a cut as well!).
*********************
So anyway, my mind was racing at this "shot from the blue" question from
Barbara. What seemed like a dozen scenarios flashed though my head in a
matter of seconds as I tried to think of some snappy response or witty
retort. Instead, I stalled for time.
"Uh, exactly what do you mean Barbara?"
"Ok... my husband and I have been having a rough time for quite a while
but lately it's been really bad. I'm afraid he's going to have an affair
or even divorce me unless I do something drastic. Sorry if I offended
you, but I just assumed you were THAT sort of girl after what you did at
the party."
I smiled to myself at her assumption. Of course in her mind I suppose
any girl that would display her all but nude body to a bunch of women and
then masturbate on her bed while being watched (even though I wasn't
aware of it at the time) simply HAD to be a whore. Well news flash!
There's a BIG difference between showing yourself off and letting
strangers have their way with you for money. I may be a slut, and proud
of it, but I am not a whore.
"I'm sorry Barbara, I'm not a prostitute," I finally managed to say, "Now
if you need one, I can get you in touch with someone that might be able
to help you."
Thoughts of my cousin Kristen were running through my mind. Indeed, this
sounded like one of those cases where her unique "talents" would probably
come in handy.
"Oh no, that's not what I meant," she said, her voice sounding like it
was about to crack any moment. "Look, this isn't coming out the way I
meant. Could you stop by the house and talk with me about this for a few
minutes?"
My first instinct was to politely refuse but I had to admit, my curiosity
was going wild. Of course, we all know what curiosity did to the cat.
Still, what could it hurt to just talk to her about it? So in the end I
agreed and said I'd be over in about an hour. Since it was only about a
fifteen minute drive to her house, that gave me some time to straighten
myself up and look decent. One of these days I'll have to break a bad
habit of not getting myself dressed or made up until I'm ready to go out
for the day, which sometimes never happens before I need to go to bed
again!
I quickly showered and put on a little makeup, not like I was going out
on a date or whatever, but enough to cover up a few blemishes and make
myself presentable. A pair of faded jeans and a well-worn college
sweatshirt was all I decided to wear. After all, it wasn't like I was
going over there to seduce her or even turn her on. Even so, it was
enough that I was about five minutes late when I pulled up to the curb in
front of her house.
Knocking on the front door for the second time in a matter of days (why
couldn't I ring her doorbell again this time?), Barbara opened it almost
as soon as my hand struck the knocker the first time. She invited me in
and I followed her back into the living room.
The living room looked different today than it had last Saturday evening.
For one, the curtains were pulled back so the room was flooded with
sunlight, making it a lot brighter and more cheerful. The room was
mostly empty and the house was deathly quiet, unlike Saturday night when
a half dozen housewives were packed in the room.
Barbara motioned for me to take a seat on the couch as she pulled up a
chair to sit opposite from me. She was dressed in an outfit as if she
was about to leave for the gym or something, her hair pulled back in to a
ponytail and sneakers on her feet. She was nervous though, her hands
clenched tightly together and actually on second thought, she looked more
scared than anything.
"The kids will be home from school soon so I wanted to see you before
they got here and wondered who you were," Barbara said, as if she needed
to explain why the house was so quiet.
I sat there quietly, not sure what I should say. After a long, rather
tense pause, she continued.
"You know, I really can't believe I said what I did on the phone to
you... you must think I'm crazy or something even worse."
I assured her I did not think any such thing, even though the thought HAD
crossed my mind a few times. It's not like my phone rings up every day
with some older woman asking me if I would fuck her husband..
"You see, Joel and I have been married for almost ten years now.
Everyone knows we have the two kids, Connie's seven and Kevin is six, but
not many people know I was three months pregnant when we were married.
Joel wasn't thrilled to marry me, but he came from a family where honor
and responsibility were important so he married me because it was the
right thing to do. Unfortunately, I miscarried and lost the baby only a
couple of weeks after the marriage. At first I was terrified that that
Joel would want to annul the marriage but he was too proud and didn't
want to embarrass himself any further in front of his family. As you can
probably imagine, we didn't exactly get off to a grand start and things
have never really been all that great. Then Connie arrived, followed by
Kevin, and it was like we were stuck - we HAD to stay married."
By now it was all I could do to keep from rolling my eyes at this little
soap opera monologue. Like, so what? Good grief, how many other girls
got married because they were pregnant and then had to live with the
consequences? Did she think that made her special? In any case, what
did it have to do with me? Why was she suddenly spilling her guts to a
total stranger as if I were her therapist? She and I had hardly spoken
two words together during the party and now here she was, confiding in me
like her long lost BFF. It just wasn't making any sense to me.
"So anyway," she continued, as if now that she had opened the floodgates
it all had to come out, "Lately it seems Joel just finds fault in
everything I do - even more than usual. He snaps at the kids and stays
out late. We haven't had sex in months but I see things on his computer
and phone and I know he is looking at porn, chatting with girls and god
only knows what else."
Again, so what? Did she have any idea how many guys write to me and chat
to me about doing exactly what she was describing? While a few have them
have confessed to cheating, most of them rationalize that they use porn
as an outlet so they will NOT cheat on their wives. If you were to ask
me, Joel sounded like just another husband trapped in a loveless marriage
with a woman he hated, and reacting to the stress like most men would.
Enough was enough. I was trying to find some polite way to excuse myself
from the crazy woman when she came to the meat of the matter.
"OK, I can see you don't understand so let me try to explain what I want.
Last week he forgot to close out his private e-mail and so I got to read
some of his chats and stuff. Oh Kelly, I think he is thinking about
cheating on me with some slutty college girl. But you know what really
shocked? She asked if he wanted his wife to watch and he said yes! He
told her he wanted me to see him fuck another girl so I would see how
much it turned him on and what I should be doing to meet his needs.
Apparently I don't do sex 'right', whatever that means."
I was starting to see where this was heading. On the one hand, it made
me all the more determined to get out before I got myself involved in
something that was becoming increasingly bizarre. On the other hand, I
was more curious than ever. Was she really contemplating what I was
starting to think she was? It was looking more and more like the answer
was "yes".
"So let me guess... You want ME to be that college girl?" I asked,
letting a note of incredulity sneak into my tone of voice. "And you want
to watch your husband fuck me?"
Barbara just nodded, as if too embarrassed to confirm anything.
"You ARE kidding, right?" I couldn't help but ask. "Is this some form of
practical joke my friends put you up to?" Indeed, it sounded exactly like
something my best friend Beth would come up with. She was probably
listening in somehow to the whole conversation!
Barbara buried her face in her hands and started to sob. Oh crap, what
had I done now? I leaned forward and took her hands in mine.
"So you're really serious about this? No joke?"
Barbara nodded but she never made eye contact with me.
"Can I ask you a question Barb?"
She nodded almost imperceptibly so I continued on.
"Why do you think Joel doesn't feel like you meet his needs?"
As much as she had been crying and carrying on, her face darkened to an
even deeper shade of red.
"There are things he wants me to do.... nasty things.... whorish things.
I've never done them, not even before we got married."
Images of anal sex, BSDM, scat, K9 and other perversions danced in my
head. I could only imagine what a husband hooked on porn might be
lusting for in this day and age. Why do men think because some poor
woman, perhaps desperate for cash or a safe place for her and her kids to
live, does something really nasty for someone to show on the internet,
that real women would ever do such things?
"I guess that I just don't understand how any decent woman can do such
things... I mean, I just can't bring myself to touch his dick with my
mouth. Even the thought of it is just SO disgusting. And if he ever
came in my mouth I am sure I would vomit."
Oops, maybe I was being too hard on the hubby. Damn, she wouldn't even
give her own husband a blowjob? What a bitch! Now I was really WAS
ready to walk out. In my humble opinion, wives like Barbara deserved
whatever it was their husbands are doing. For a wife to be unwilling to
satisfy her husband in such a basic way was just... well stupid is the
best word I can come up with.
Just as I was about to tell her off and storm out, I thought some more
about it and the gears in my head were spinning in overdrive. Instead of
telling her what I thought of her, maybe there was a better way to teach
her a lesson. Frankly, I wasn't feeling sorry for her in the slightest
any more. Sure, her wretched husband was probably a louse and poor
excuse for a husband and father, but she certainly wasn't blameless.
"OK then Barb, just what is it that you want me to do?" I asked, trying
to pin her down so it was all "her" idea and she couldn't blame me in the
end. Personally, if she thought that having me fuck her husband was
going to cure anything so far as her marriage was concerned, she was an
idiot.
Barb drew in a breath and slowly exhaled, as if to calm her nerves enough
to have the courage to spell it out for me.
"I want you to meet us in a hotel room where you will let my husband fuck
you while I watch."
Well, there it was, straight to the point and out in the open. Only
problem was, while it was stretching my "no one-on-one" rule a bit, there
was the issue of my other rules, one of which stated that I would only
have sex in the main area of a house. The reason for the "main area"
stipulation was to keep myself surrounded by the group for my personal
safety and security. With just the three of us, I guess it really didn't
matter WHERE in the house things took place, even if it was their
bedroom. The key element was I wanted it to be in their house, not some
hotel room where god only knows what might happen.
"Well, I guess I'm OK with the idea... BUT it has to be here, not a hotel
room."
Barb's eyes widened and for the first time in a while she looked me in
the eyes.
"HERE??? Why does it have to be here? What about the kids?"
"If you want me to help, then it just has to be that way. You can send
the kids to a babysitter or something, can't you?"
Barb's eyes narrowed as she seemed to be conducting a debate within
herself. Finally she nodded and agreed saying, "OK, then it can be here
but not in our bedroom."
"Why don't you leave the location in the house up to him?" I suggested,
knowing that the bedroom was probably the most likely place her husband
would want to fuck me. It was the place that meant the most to her so
naturally he would pick it to embarrass and humiliate her as much as
possible.
"So how do you want to work this out?" I prodded her. She misunderstood
me. I was looking for what arrangements she wanted to make in terms of
dates and times and such. She apparently thought I was negotiating
rates.
"I don't know... what do girls like you charge these days?"
Well, THAT wasn't something I'd really thought about. Negotiating sex
was something I preferred to leave until I was actually at that party,
when the guys were all horny and begging me to fuck them at any price.
To be honest, had she not mentioned anything about the price, I would've
done it for free, just for the thrill of doing what I was thinking about
doing with her and her husband. Had this been some bachelor party, no
doubt the number would be followed by at least three zeros but I figured
she wasn't going to have that sort of cash laying around and besides, as
I said I was willing to do it for free so why fleece the idiot?
"How about $250?"
She agreed so quickly that I was left to wonder if maybe I hadn't been
the one taken to the cleaners but then again, maybe she was just anxious
to get past the negotiating phase.
"And when do you want to do this?"
She paused - I don't think she had really thought this through. From the
look of panic, I suspected that deep inside, she had never really thought
things would go this far and so the idea of when and how had never really
been debated. My mind, which was probably several orders of magnitude
naughtier than hers, came to the rescue with what I thought was a
brilliant suggestion.
"Do you guys go to church regularly?" I asked. She nodded and told me
the name of their church. I recognized the name as being a large Baptist
church, not exactly what I would have picked for what I had planned given
the choice but it would have to do.
For the next few minutes I carefully explained to her my idea as she just
sat there, totally mesmerized. Her mouth was hanging open like a fish
out of water as I went on about what I would do to her husband while she
watched. It was funny in that she was already flabbergasted with my
plans and yet she didn't know my true intentions. Once it seemed like we
had made our plans I started to look for an opening to leave. She seemed
to sense my discomfort.
"So Kelly, do you mind if I ask you a question? Or two?" I shrugged my
shoulders so she continued, "Did you know we were watching the other
night? You know what I mean... when you were doing yourself on the bed
with that awful thing?"
I shook my head while allowing a mischievous grin to appear on my face.
"So you just do that yourself like that all the time?"
I looked at her quizzically, trying to figure out where she might be
coming from. She evidently could see the question mark hovering over my
head so she rephrased her question saying, "I meant, do you really
masturbate?"
God, was this woman naive or what? I just shrugged as if it was no big
deal and responded, "Sure, every day... don't you?"
Her eyes widened and she seemed too embarrassed to ask anymore but it was
clear that she was not into self-pleasuring herself! I couldn't wait for
Sunday to come. Boy was she in for something she wasn't ready for.
Before I left, I couldn't resist tweaking her a little. We stood up and
were facing each other, just a foot or so separating us. I looked at her
with what I hoped to be a lustful gaze and said softly, "So tell me the
truth Barb, did it turn you on to watch me the other night? Did it make
you want me even a little bit when you watched me masturbating? Have you
thought about me since then?"
Her reaction was as hilarious as it was predictable. Her mouth dropped
open to where she was in danger of catching flies before she caught
herself as she stared at me like I was some weirdo or something.
"Oh no, I 'm not THAT kind of woman?" she exclaimed, her face once again
returning to that dark shade of red signaling her embarrassment. "I
could never... well... do it with another woman. Never!"
What a surprise THAT was - NOT. I was actually starting to feel a little
sorry for her now, not because of her issues with her husband, but
because she was such a ridiculously naive fool. Heaven forbid she should
masturbate and to have sex with a woman was inconceivable. Little wonder
that something like sucking a dick was beyond her comprehension. How in
the world did her husband ever get her to have sex in the first place?
Somehow I doubted their first time was very much fun for either one of
them. In fact, I was starting to wonder if she hadn't gotten pregnant
the first time as why would anyone want to fuck someone as frigid as her
more than once? Her husband was probably still pissed off that he was
stuck marrying some little bitch just because he wanted to collect her
cherry. The more I thought about it, the more I would have bet quite a
bit I was right!
I left her house wondering if she would have the guts to go through with
our plan. For it to work, she would have to approach her husband with
the idea and somehow I didn't see her as one who could really pull that
off. The odds were pretty good that I'd be getting a frantic phone call
sometime before Sunday morning, begging me to call off the whole thing
because she had gotten cold feet - a perfect match for her cold pussy.
Surprisingly, I didn't hear a word from Barbara for the entire week until
Saturday night when my cell phone rang. At the time I was just about to
enter a movie theater with my cousin and best friend Beth so I almost
just turned the phone off and ignored the call. For whatever reason, I
glanced at the phone and saw whose number it was so I hurried to answer
it before we all went into the theater.
"Kelly? This is Barb, remember me?"
Of course I did you stupid woman! No, I didn't actually SAY that to her
but thank God she couldn't read my mind!
"Of course Barb, so what's up?"
"I did it," she said in a rather conspiratorial tone, "I told him what
you said I should."
"And?????"
"He said OK... can you believe it?" she exclaimed, as if she had just won
the lottery. "Oh my god, I am SO nervous... I can't believe I'm really
going to go through with this."
To be more accurate, it was ME that was going to be doing it but I
understood what she meant. I had to wonder if she knew what she was
really going to be doing. There was no way this naive wife could even
begin to comprehend the events she had set into motion.
"OK Barb, sorry but I have to get going so I'll see you in church
tomorrow, OK?"
We both said our goodbyes and I rejoined my cousin and friend in the
theater. They were curious about the call as I had not mentioned a word
of any of this to them before, most likely because I was assuming that
nothing would come of it in the first place. Needless to say, they were
both excited for me and if anything, I may have even detected a little
bit of jealousy, especially from my slutty cousin.
"Sure you don't need some help" she had offered with a naughty grin and
giggle.
Actually, it would have been fun to have her tag along but that would
have been too over the top. Even as it was, I had to wonder if when push
came to shove, would the two of them really be willing to go along with
my plan? No doubt the husband would but what about Barbara? It was a
bit surreal and I still wasn't going to believe any of it until it really
happened.
The movie started but even in the dim light I could see Kristen looking
at me with THAT look in her eyes. She was horny now, just from the hint
of what I had told her. Then again, the girl was ALWAYS horny, even more
than me and that was saying something. Oh well, that wasn't such a bad
thing, was it? Maybe dessert after the movie would be at her house?
Chapter 2 - Meeting the Family
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Sunday morning I was awake long before my alarm went off. The first
thing to enter my mind was, "Holy crap, I'm going to fuck a guy in front
of his wife today!"
God it made me so horny just to think about it! There was no way I was
doing anything in this state so for the next thirty minutes or so I
masturbated, making myself cum at least twice with a third time debatable
as it could have been counted as a continuation of the second one.
After I was finished taking care of my morning "needs", I stood in front
of my closet for the longest time, debating what to wear to church. Had
we planned to meet in a bar, it would have been a lot easier but in a
church... well that was a totally different proposition, especially since
it was a Southern Baptist church. I'd been at the one they attended once
before and while it was by no means the most fundamentalist in the area,
it still wasn't exactly liberal in its policies. Put another way....
wearing a short skirt with no underwear would NOT go over very well and
this was the type of church where they would be more than willing to ask
you to leave if they felt your dress was "inappropriate".
After considerable debate I picked out a dark skirt that while still a
couple inches above the knee, was not all that tight and had almost zero
chance of exposing myself to anyone. Despite some naughty thoughts to
the contrary, I caved in and wore regular panties underneath. God, how
long had it been since I had worn cotton panties to church - or anywhere
for that matter! A vest over a white blouse did an effective job of
hiding the fact I wasn't wearing a bra, yet still allowing for easy
access should the need arise. Maybe I should have worn a bra but a girl
has to draw the line somewhere! Even though it was quite cold I wasn't
about to wear pantyhose so a pair of dark thigh-highs finished out the
outfit.
Looking in the full-length mirror on the back of my bedroom door, I saw
what on the outside appeared to be your typical 20-something college grad
ready for church. It wasn't something a mom would wear but still a
little more "grown-up" than your typical teenage garb. I chose some
heels that were rather conservative, definitely not any of my "come fuck
me" ones. A small black purse and I was ready to go to church, as
innocent as could be.
As I got in my car and started to drive away from my apartment, I felt a
moment pang of guilt as I turned in the opposite direction to what I
should have. Sunday mornings were traditionally time I spent with my dad
after which we would go to church together. Sitting in the pews,
listening to the sermon while his hand was on my leg, feeling his cum
draining from me slightly onto the pew cushion below me, was something I
looked forward to every week - just as I knew he did. I'd called him
earlier to explain why I wouldn't be stopping by and the disappointment
in his voice almost broke my heart. At the same time, once he understood
the reason why I wasn't coming over, he seemed to cheer up a bit after
making me promise to tell him all the details the next time we met.
The church was a bit of a drive but eventually I made it, arriving just a
few minutes before the service was about to start. I hurried towards the
sanctuary entrance and as I passed through a gathering area I heard voice
calling me. "Kelly, over here!"
I looked for the person calling me and saw Barbara waving me over from
the other side of the room. As I approached, I recognized her husband
and kids from the photos I'd seen in her bedroom the weekend before. She
was in a long print dress while her husband was in a grey suit with a red
tie. Her daughter was dressed in a conservative dress as well while the
boy wore just a short and tie, without a jacket. They blended in with
the rest of the congregation, nothing whatsoever to indicate they were
having any issues or how those issues were going to addressed before
long.
"Kelly, so nice you could make it!" she greet me, as if I was there under
more altruistic motivations. "I want you to meet Joel, my husband.
Joel, this is Kelly, the girl I was telling you about."
Something about the way she said "the girl" made it clear I wasn't just
the babysitter. Joel turned to me and smiled. Suddenly I felt a slight
chill run down my spine. It was the way he looked at me I guess. It
wasn't like I was some new person at church he was being introduced to
but rather more like I was a slut at a whore ranch being presented to a
new customer. Yes, there was no doubt that he knew who I was and why I
was there and there was not an ounce of doubt in my mind that he wanted
to fuck me. There is just that look a man gives you that every girl
learns early on, no matter what her morals or convictions. You don't
have to have sex to know when a man wants to fuck you.
I looked over at Barb who must have been able to see the unabashed lust
on her husband's face as well. Was it my imagination or did I see a
quick fleeting sign of regret? A drop in her cheery smile and a
narrowing of her eyes before she recovered and became Miss Perky again.
The kids weren't paying a bit of attention and even if they had, Connie
was nowhere near the age where she would have understood why her dad was
looking at this strange girl so funny. Oh well, no matter as the ball
was in play now and there was no stopping this roller coaster now that it
was heading down the tracks.
"Kelly, these are my children, Connie and Steven. Kids, say hello to
Kelly, she's visiting our church today for the first time."
I wasn't going to correct her by telling her I had attended once before a
few years ago as it was irrelevant. The kids were cute and obviously
well-mannered. I wondered what they would have said had they known why I
was REALLY at their church this morning. Odds were they wouldn't have
understood it even if they did. No matter, so long as they weren't at
the house I didn't care what they knew - or didn't. If there was one
thing I was NOT into, it was anything to do with sex and children.
Fortunately, THAT didn't seem to be an issue in this case as Barb
mentioned they would be going over to her mother's after church to spend
the afternoon. Evidently, that meant sitting with their grandparents in
church as well as they took off and left the three of us alone.
Joel looked around quickly to be sure nobody was watching or would
overhear him. Even so, he still kept his voice barely above a whisper as
he leaned towards me. "So you're OK with all this Kelly?"
I nodded and he rolled his eyes and grinned. He looked at Barbara who
was trying to act all smiley and cheerful while her husband started
putting the moves on me right in front of her in the middle of church.
"God, you look incredible. How old are you again?"
"Twenty three." "I have to say, until you showed up I thought ol' Barb
here was pulling my leg. Wow, you look even better than she said."
I tried to act like I was flattered but just then a buzzer went off,
evidently signifying it was time for everyone to gather in the sanctuary.
I carried my coat in with me as I didn't see anywhere to hang it and
there wasn't time to hunt down a closet. Besides, I had an idea that it
might come in handy during the service anyway.
We sat towards the back, along with the rest of the people. It was sort
of silly how full the back of the church was while the front five or six
pews were virtually empty. Then again, aren't most churches that way?
Joel sat between Barb and me and as full as the church was, we were
forced to be rather tight together. I bunched my coat up on my lap as
the service finally started.
We had to stand for each song and I couldn't help but notice Joel was
looking down more at my blouse than the hymnal. Of course it didn't hurt
that I'd left the top few buttons undone and while the vest hid the fact
I wasn't wearing a bra, from above he should've been getting a good idea
that there was nothing under the blouse but me. Once the sermon started,
I got myself comfortable for what was likely to be twenty or more boring
minutes.
My coat was still on my lap and soon after the sermon started, I felt
Joel's hand on my thigh under the coat. I smiled slightly without
looking at him as I squirmed in my seat just a little, hoping he could
detect my reaction. Evidently he did as his hand squeezed my thigh
through my skirt and slowly worked its way between my legs. My skirt was
too long to pull up and let his hand get underneath, but it WAS loose
enough for him to be able to press his hand between my legs and
eventually against my crotch.
I squirmed again slightly, just enough to give him the idea that he was
turning me on. In fact, he WAS making a bit horny but it would have been
better had the church not been so crowded and I wasn't wearing so many
clothes! Barb was listening intently to the sermon and I doubted she
would have been able to see anything even if she had looked over as my
coat seemed to be pretty effective at hiding his hand's location. Was
she really listening or was she thinking about what was about to happen
between me and her husband?
Chapter 3 - Getting Things Started
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The service finally ended and that was about as far as he was able to
take things. At least he now had the confirmation that I was there for
the reasons his naive wife had evidently described to him earlier. As we
walked out of the church, Joel pulled me to the side and whispered in my
ear.
"What do you say you and I just go out on our own and leave her at home?"
"But I thought you wanted her to watch? Don't you want her to see how I
can turn you on more than she can?"
Joel grimaced and I began to wonder if his bluster was more huff and puff
than fire and brimstone.
"To be honest, I'm not so sure about that part. I mean, this is crazy
enough, don't you think? Just her knowing?"
I folded my arms in a standoffish manner. "Sorry Joel, THAT is what made
me want to do this in the first place. Either we do things as planned or
it's all off - your choice."
Joel look back over at where Barb was standing, shivering in the cold and
not looking exactly happy about things. Then he looked back at me but
before he could say anything, I took control.
"What's the matter Joel, worried you can't handle me? Afraid your little
mousey wife will see you're not the stud you claim to be? Maybe you
won't be able to get it up... is that what you're worried about... is it
Joel?"
He had been about to back out of it, of that I was certain, but now his
manhood had been challenged. My taunts clearly riled him and I think I
must have hit a few buttons as well.
"We'll see who can't handle who," he said bitterly under his breath, "You
just better be as good as you think you are."
I just grinned and twirled on my heels away from him and headed to my car
without another look back. When I got there, I saw them drive by, both
of them sitting rigidly in their respective seats, not looking at each
other or saying a word. I backed out of my spot and followed them to
their home, pulling in right behind them and parking in their driveway
after they pulled into the garage. I followed them in from the garage
into the kitchen where the three of us stood around a central countertop,
none of us saying a word but just glancing between one another. Who was
going to take the first step. Well, who do you think?
"Well, are we going to do something or not?" I finally asked to break the
stalemate. Joel looked at his wife who just stared at her feet as if
they had just appeared and were the most interesting things in the world
at that moment. I knew where she did NOT want us to go so that told me
exactly where we should.
"Well, I already know the way to the bedroom so I'll meet you both there,
OK?"
With that, I stepped away and went up the stairs. The bed was nicely
made and the room was cleaned up. For a moment I contemplated stripping
off all my clothes such that I would be naked on the bed when they came
in but I decided to take it a little slower in the end. They eventually
made their way in, Joel first, followed by Barb.
"Barb, why don't you sit in the chair over by the window and just watch,"
I instructed, taking over the situation. I turned to Joel and looked
down at his crotch, making sure he saw I was interested in it before
looking back up at his eyes again. I had debated q lot over the past
week on how things should start and even at this very moment, I was still
arguing with myself. Oh well, what was the hurry? May as well have fun,
right?
I sat on the edge of the bed with my legs apart, not exactly the way a
mother teaches her young daughter to behave in public - except I wasn't
in public and I wasn't trying to behave. Without a word I pulled my
skirt up slowly, running my hands over my stocking covered legs until I
reached the tops of my hose and touched my bare thighs. I had both hands
between my legs, massaging my inner thighs as my skirt was lifted up to
reveal the pink cotton panties underneath.
"Barb tells me she doesn't masturbate," I finally broke the silence, "Do
you want to watch me masturbate Joel?"
Poor Joel, he must have thought he'd died and gone to heaven. As much as
I had teased and allowed him to touch me until now, did Joel still wonder
if this was really going to happen? My hands were running up the inner
parts of my thighs, right up to my crotch as I ran my fingers in the
creases between my crotch and my legs. Joel glanced at Barbara, as if he
wasn't sure if she was really OK with this. Barb was smiling, probably
thinking this was OK so far as all I was doing was teasing him.
"You're so hot and beautiful," he finally managed to respond. He didn't
exactly come right out and say he wanted to watch me masturbate, but the
implication was clear.
I started to touch myself through my panties, pressing against my clit
with my fingers, running little circles around it through the soft
material. Then my finger moved down over my slit, pressing in to form a
camel toe in the panties. Joel's breathing seemed to be a little heavier
now! Using my left hand I pulled my panties to the side, revealing my
bare pussy. I wondered if Barbara shaved her pussy. Odds were at her
age she didn't. I ran my finger between my pussy lips and then put my
finger in my mouth, softly sucking on it and licking it before returning
to my crotch again.
"I like the taste of my pussy Joel... I bet you'd like to taste it,
wouldn't you?"
Joel started to move forward, probably interpreting my question as an
invitation but I wasn't ready for that - not yet at least.
"Patience Joel, patience... you'll get to taste me soon enough. I want
you to watch for now."
I rubbed my clit and gasped as it tingled with my touch. God I was so
hot and horny having them both watching me as I masturbated. I love to
be watched and this was something different for me which made it all the
better. I could see Joel growing inside of his church pants, an obvious
bulge emerging in the crotch.
"Show me your dick Joel... show me what it looks like... I want to watch
it grow."
Joel appeared hesitant. It was one thing to watch a girl masturbate,
quite another to pull out his own dick on his own. I pushed my finger
into my pussy until the first knuckle was inside of me to give him some
encouragement.
"Come on Joel, stroke it for me.. I want to watch."
Joel's eyebrows raised as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He
pulled his pants down just far enough to expose his white boxers and then
pulled the elastic down until his did popped out free. Mmmmmmm, it
didn't look all that bad for a guy his age! Soon we were both
masturbating, me fucking myself with one finger while his hand gripped
his shaft and slowly stroked himself as he watched me.
"See Barb, men love to masturbate and they love to watch a girl touch
herself."
Barb didn't respond although she wasn't smiling quite as much as he had
before. Her husband was sporting a nice erection by now in the middle of
their bedroom and she knew it wasn't being stimulated by her this time.
Chapter 4 - Getting Down to Business
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As much as I enjoy masturbating, that wasn't why I was there today and I
had accomplished what I had set out to do when I started - get him to
pull out his dick and stroke it for me. I had better pans in store for
Joel than just a show.
"So tell me Joel, " I started off slowly as stood up from the bed and
slowly approached him, "Has Barb ever greeted you after a hard day at the
office like this?"
I knelt in front of him, reached pants and then pulled them down, closely
followed by his shorts boxers, leaving him standing there in nothing but
his shirt and tie. His dick as hard already thanks to his string it and
I saw that he had a nice hairy crotch - none of this shaved crap. I took
his dick in my hand for his and started to stroke it gently.
"I bet you wish she would kneel in front of you like this, don't you
Joel," I purred, "Tell me Joel, what do you want me to do now?"
"Oh god, this is incredible... I mean, I can't believe this," he
stuttered, "Suck it... suck my dick."
I just smiled and looked over at Barb as I opened my mouth and took just
the head of his cock in. Barb grimaced, as if I was somehow eating some
ugly bug or something. Joel was really hard now, obviously he was happy
with what I was doing. I took more of him in my mouth and held him
there, my tongue flickering around his swollen shaft.
"You know Barb, it makes me so hot to feel a man swelling up inside of my
mouth," I said, letting his dick out of my mouth just long enough to
taunt her.
Actually it was 100% true as I DO love to feel a man's dick inside of my
mouth. It's not something he can control so if it's happening, it's
because I am turning him on and he's enjoying it.
My hands reached around and clenched his ass as I pulled my face in
tighter into his crotch. He smelled of musk and sweat, like a man
should. I loved the silky smoothness of his dick in my mouth, the
firmness underneath as my lips clamped down on him, the taste of his
shaft against my tongue. He was average sized which was perfect for what
I was doing today. It was relatively easy to take all of him in my mouth
and I could hear him groaning when my face would bury itself to the base
of his shaft, my nose pressed into his stiff pubic hair.
"Oh for Christ's sake that feels so damn good!" he groaned as I continued
to suck on his throbbing dick.
His hips were started to move now, fucking my mouth as I sucked on him.
I knew he would be cumming soon if I kept up this pace so I took him all
the way in and looked over at his wife who seemed to be at a tragic
accident scene where what you are seeing may be horrific but you can't
tear your eyes away. I dropped his dick from my mouth and stood up,
holding his wet shaft in my hand and gently tugging on it.
"See Barb, THAT'S how you make a man hard," I said, turning back to Joel
before she could respond. 'OK Joel, your turn now."
At first I don't think he quite understood what I meant but when I sat
back on the bed, leaned back with my legs pulled in tight, and then
pulling off my panties and dropping them to the floor, he seemed to catch
on pretty well by then. I held myself up on my elbows, my now bare ass
on the edge of the bed with my legs hanging over the side. My hose and
heels were still on but I didn't see any reason why I should bother
taking them off. Spreading my legs apart, I pulled up the skirt to
expose my shaved pussy to Joel - and Barb.
"Lick me," I demanded.
That was all, just a two word command for him to follow. He kneeled on
the floor in front of me and put his hands on my boobs through my blouse
as his tongue quickly found the inner flesh of my thighs. I gasped
audibly as he licked them, working his way up to my pussy but skipping
over it and down my other thigh. On his way again, this time he kissed
my pussy, pressing his lips down against me with his tongue in his mouth.
Then he worked his lips down in between my damp pussy lips and over my
clit, sucking on it like a nipple.
Looking over at Barb, I grinned at her and nodded my head down towards
Bill. She just pursed her lips and shook her head. God, nixing a
blowjob was one thing but not wanting your pussy licked was just dumb,
even if it was just from a man. It wasn't like Joel was the most
talented pussy licker in the world, but he seemed to be trying to make a
good effort and that counted for me. The poor guys wasn't getting any
practice with his wife so how could I expect him to be any better? No
doubt he had watched enough porn on the internet to have a good
understanding but it was like asking someone who had played nothing but
WII bowling to enter an actual bowling tournament.
I moaned and gyrated my hips to let him know I appreciated what he was
doing. He was lapping up and down my pussy now, like a hungry puppy. I
pushed his head away and stood up, stripping off the rest of my clothes
and motioning for him to do the same until we were both totally nude
together in front of his bewildered wife.
What I would have REALLY preferred at this point would have been for her
to strip down as well and suck her first dick. Had she shown even the
slightest inclination I might had pushed her a little to see if she would
but in this case it wasn't worth the wasted effort. Although on one hand
she seemed morbidly fascinated by what she was seeing, I could also tell
she was just as disgusted. Oh well, my goal hadn't been to "convert"
Barb today but rather to humiliate her in front of her husband, something
I felt I was doing pretty well so far!
I looked up at Joel's face and I could see the animal lust in his eyes,
that look men get when they want to mate, when their primal urges started
to dominate and take over. I knew what he wanted to hear me say, the
same thing all men want to hear me say.
"Fuck me Joel," I said softly but firmly, "Fuck me now."
Oh yeah, those two magical words, "fuck me". It was like a siren call
for men, the final straw that inevitably broke whatever willpower they
may have had. Joel WANTED to fuck me but I had a feeling from the way he
would glance barb's way every few seconds that in a crazy sort of way he
wanted to fuck his wife even more, had she been willing to do what I was
doing. No matter though, all I had to do was utter those two words and
he was mine. He looked down at me and any sign of resistance
disappeared. He was no longer under control of his own body.
It almost frightens me sometimes when men get to this state. I have
often wondered if this was the face of a rapist when he looked down at
his victim and she knew at that horrible moment that nothing was going to
deter her attacker. Just as nothing in the world was going to stop Joel
from fucking me now. It was like I had just passed the point of no
return. Even if I wanted him to stop (why I would, I have no idea), that
option was off the table. He was going to fuck me and I could either
enjoy it or endure it but it WAS going to happen.
No doubt whenever he and Barb did it, she would get on her back and
spread her legs and they would do it missionary style until he came and
that would be that. Well, I was going to make this a little more
memorable for them both! I turned away from Joel and leaned over the
bed, holding myself up on my hands as I spread my legs wide apart.
Looking back over my shoulder, I saw him staring at my bare ass and now
revealed wet pussy.
"Well, are you going to just stand there or fuck me? I asked
impatiently. Joel didn't need any more urging. This time I couldn't
help but notice he didn't even look Barb's way as he approached me with
his dick standing straight out like a flesh spear about to impale me.
"That's it Joel, enter me from behind, give me your dick... fuck me
Joel!"
I wondered if he had ever actually fucked a girl doggie style before or
had only seen in it porn movies. No matter, if that latter was the case
then it just went to prove they can be good for something! I felt his
hands spread my ass apart and then the tip of his dick pressing against
my asshole.
"Not in my ass!" I corrected him. he pulled back a little and then his
dick slid under me and along my pussy lips, he pulled back and it
naturally lid into place just outside my pussy hole.
"That's it Joel, push it in me, fuck me, show your wife how bad you want
to fuck me.... tell her how bad you want to fuck me."
The last little bit was a shot in the dark but I figured why not? He was
so blinded by lust by now that I doubted anything was left in his moral
center to reason with. Why not push him a little?
"Oh yeah, I want to fuck you," he panted as I felt him moving about
behind me, as if he was waiting for something before he rammed his dick
inside of me. "I want to fuck her Barb, I want to fuck her like a dog."
For a moment I thought maybe THAT was what he was waiting for, for Barb
to tell him to fuck me, for her to give "permission" for him to push his
dick into another woman's pussy. Well, thankfully that's NOT what he was
waiting for. Barb had gone as far as she would ever go by just arranging
for this to happy and now, to sit and watch. There was no way in hell
she was going to take another step, that was clear with one look at her.
She was thoroughly disgusted by what she was seeing, that was obvious.
If either Joel or I had any hopes prior to this that she might get turned
on and maybe masturbate, or even want to join in, we were sadly mistaken.
Barb clearly hated what she as seeing, hated it with every fiber in her.
Oh well, that was fine so far as I was concerned. I was getting what I
wanted after all!
"Oh yeah!" Joel cried out as I felt him lunge forward, driving his dick
completely into me until the base of his shaft was pressed against my ass
and I felt his balls slap against me.
It felt great to have his dick in me. It been a while since I had been
laid and I wasn't thrilled that I had missed being fucked by my dad this
morning. Seeing the look of horror on Barb's face as she realized that
he had actually done it, that her husband had actually entered me, was
the best part and almost enough by itself to make me climax. Had she
somehow harbored an inner secret that he would somehow back out at the
last minute, perhaps proclaiming his love for her and telling her that he
would never violate his marriage vows by screwing another woman? Well,
if THAT had been her master plan, it had failed miserably. Nope, her
dead husband was fucking me, fucking me hard, and from the rate he was
stroking himself in and out of me, loving every second of it.
One thing I had to give the guy credit for, he hadn't cum yet. Normally
in a situation where a guy was fucking me and he hadn't done a girl like
me in a long time, if ever, he would cum quickly. Something told me Joel
was a frequent masturbator! Suddenly he pulled out of me and grabbed me
by the waist to twist me around. He was panting and his dick was
sticking out like some obscene wet sausage from his crotch, glistening
wet from being in my pussy.
"I want you to ride me," he said with a tone of urgency in his voice, as
if he couldn't wait to get back inside of me again.
Well, that made two of us! He laid back on the bed and I crawled over to
him and straddled his stomach, facing him with my boobs hanging down
almost to is face. I was on my left knee with my right foot to the side
of him so I could more easily lift myself up and position myself over his
rock-hard dick. Reaching down between my legs, I grabbed his dick in my
hand. Mmmmmmm, he felt so hard and wet! My pussy was aching for him to
be back in it so I wiggled myself around until my pussy was directly over
his shaft and slowly lowered myself down until I felt a light pressure
against me.
"You want it back in me?" I teased him.
He couldn't have known I was teasing myself just as much but the look on
his face was worth it. I loved it when a man wanted me this badly, when
he was practically trembling with lust and desire. Joel would have done
anything at that moment to fuck me - anything. I knew Barbara must have
been watching but I didn't look over at her. Joel was too far gone to
even think about his pathetic wife sitting only a few feet away. I could
hear her sobs and I knew she must be crying but I didn't care, she had
asked for this after all. It was her fault and she had nobody to blame
but herself for what was happening now.
Joel couldn't even respond to me other than a desperate look on his face
as he reached out and grabbed my hips, trying to push me down onto his
dick. His hips lunged upwards as he instinctively reacted to his most
basic instincts. He was reduced to an animal who wanted to mate, his
need for sex overwhelming any other emotion or thought. It was perfect.
It was time to quit teasing both of us. My pussy was practically
cramping from the need to be filed by him. Slowly but in a steady
motion, I dropped myself down onto him, feeling his head penetrate me,
splitting me open as the rest of his shaft easily slid into my wet pussy.
When I hit bottom I let my right leg drop so I was on both knees, sitting
on his lap with my butt against his crotch and his dick buried to the
hilt inside of me. It was like I was an apple mounted on a stick!
Leaning forward, I put my hands on the bed on each side of his head,
letting my boobs hand into his face. He lifted his neck eagerly and
began to suck on my nipples, pulling on them and tugging them, using his
tongue to stimulate them even more. By leaning forward, his dick
automatically withdrew just a little and I started to rock gently back
and forth, keeping my boobs over his face but lett8ing my ass move back
and forth so his dick stroked in and out of me. God it felt so good to
be fucked like this! I loved being on top, being able to control the
depth he was in me, the rate at which his dick moved in and out of me.
His thick pubic hair rubbed against my bare ass and tickled me a little,
like a soft hairbrush was underneath me.
"Oh god...," he moaned, repeating himself over and over as he buried his
face between my overhanging boobs, squeezing them together with his hands
so they rubbed up against his face and cheeks.
I started lifting my ass up as I rocked forward to increase the length of
his dick that was withdrawing from me until just the tip of his cock was
in me and then quickly drive myself back down in him until I had 100% of
him back in me again.
Finally I couldn't help but look over at Barbara. On the one hand, it
would have been hot had she removed her clothes and started masturbating
as she watched her husband fucking a girl over ten years younger than
her. When I had thought about how this day might go, I imagined her
getting herself off until finally she couldn't resist and joined us in
bed, maybe letting me lick her pussy and then her eating her husband's
cum from me after he filled me with his sperm.
Well, that certainly wasn't the case but in a way, her real reactions
were almost as erotic as my dreams had been, maybe even more. She looked
totally broken at this point, not even crying anymore. It was like she
had been stunned and was just sitting on the chair motionless, her eyes
fixated on the unimaginable sight in front of her. The only sign of any
reaction from her was her hands as they clenched the arms of the chair,
her knuckles white from the strength of her grip. I smiled at her but
she didn't react, just the same stare and listless look.
Joel was starting to hump more under me, which I took as a sign he was
getting close. Much as I enjoy riding a guy, I don't prefer that
position when he cums in me so I leaned over more and whispered into his
ear.
"I want you on top of me."
I really don't think Joel wanted to stop, not even for the few moments it
would take to swap positions, but he soon learned he didn't have a choice
as I lifted myself off and rolled over on my back next to him. He
quickly got up and kneeled between my legs which I had spread wide apart
like a whore offering herself to him. My pussy must have looked like a
large wet hole by now after being fucked so much and I loved the way he
stared at my crotch, as if it was the only thing that mattered to him in
the entire world.
"Fuck me Joel," I said softly, squeezing my boobs as my hips lifted up as
if trying to draw his dick into me.
Joel put his hands around me, each one grabbing one of my butt cheeks,
and lifted me up. I pulled my legs back, bending them so my knees were
up against my chest, my pussy and ass fully exposed now to Joel. He
fumbled with his dick, almost like a young boy struggling to get his cock
ready for his first time. Once he was in position he didn't hesitate,
driving himself into me all the way until he literally banged into my
crotch, driving me back on the bed just a little from the sheer force of
his entry. His hips swung back and forth as fast as he could, stroking
himself fin and out of me like a madman.
"I'm gonna cum," he gasped, "I want to cum on your face... I've always
wanted to cum on a girl's face."
Well, maybe that's what HE wanted, but it wasn't on my agenda. Had we
been alone, I would have gladly ceded to his wishes, letting him cum
wherever he wanted. Personally, being sprayed with sticky gooey cum on
my face is not one of my favorite endings but I know it turns men on and
so I allow it when I feel it is the right time and place. This was NOT
one of those times. I wasn't here just to fuck Joel. This wasn't just
me letting some married guy fuck me while his wife sat at home unaware of
her husband's transgressions against her and God.
No, what was turning me on the most was his wife watching us, seeing how
decadent her husband could be, seeing how much he LOVED fucking ME more
than her. She was seeing a side of her husband that she thought only
existed in his fantasies, something that she never dreamed would ever
emerge into reality. No, he wasn't gonna cum on my face, he was going to
cum inside of me - as his wife watched.
"Cum in me Joel," I pleaded, "I want you to cum inside of me... fuck me
Joel... Fuck me like you always wanted to fuck your wife... cum in me
now!"
Joel's mind may have fantasized about cumming on my face, but his body
betrayed him. He simply couldn't hold out any longer to pull out and cum
on me, even if he wanted. His head pulled back and his eyes were
clenched tightly shut as he groaned like some wild animal and drive
himself in me and then stared grinding himself against me, as if he could
someone drill himself even deeper into me.
"Oh fuck... I'm cumming!" he cried out. Thank god the kids weren't home!
I was willing to bet their daddy had never been this carried away having
sex with mommy before.
His hips thrust into me as one load after another of his cum was pumped
into me. God, would he ever stop? It was if he had a quart of cum and
he was giving every drop to me. I loved the feeling of warmth it gave me
deep within me, knowing it was his dick that was releasing it in me and
it was his adulterous cum that I was feeling within me.
"That's it Joel, give it to me, give it all to me... give me your cum," I
begged, wishing he could just keep cumming and cumming and never stop.
I looked over to see Barbara sobbing so hard her body was shaking, the
tears flowing down her eyes like a river. That, together with the
sensation of her husband mating me in front of her, was all I needed and
my own orgasm gripped me. God, I was cumming and I wanted her to know
it.
"Oh my god, I'm cumming now!" I gasped, barely able to utter the words as
my pussy clamped down on his now expended dick.
I bucked under him like a wild bronco, his still hard dick making obscene
sucking noises as it moved in and out of my dick as his cum now spilled
out of me and drained down my ass to their bed. It was short but
intense, more like being struck by a bus than anything.
Finally I just stiffened under him, my pussy gripping his dick as tightly
as it could, motionless as I just laid their and took in the wonderful
feelings that were filling me throughout my body. I felt so good, so
naughty. I wanted Barbara to know how good her husband had fucked me but
I couldn't say anything right then, the remains of my orgasm too intense
to allow me to speak anything coherent.
Joel pulled out of me and simply flopped over his back, panting as he
struggled to catch his breath. His dick stood up still, dwindling but
still hard enough to stand upright on its own, even it was leaning quite
a bit by now. It glistened in the light with the mixture of our cum on
it. It looked delicious! Somehow I found the energy to move over and
take his dick in my mouth. His entire body jerked and he groaned as I
sucked his sensitive dick. Mmmmmmm, it tasted so good to lick my cum
from his dick along with his own.
"Fuck, that was incredible!" he gasped, his breathing beginning to
finally settle down.
No doubt I could have probably sucked his dick for a while and restored
his erection and maybe had him fuck me again, probably even longer the
second time. Again, had we been alone there wasn't a doubt in my mind
that I would have done exactly that. Again, this wasn't your typical
"husband committing adultery" act. I'd accomplished what I wanted and to
do anything further would be going overboard, if anything it would take
the edge off. Barbara had seen her husband in a way she had never
dreamed she would. What started off as something she had thought would
bring their marriage closer together had probably driven the final nail
in the divorce coffin.
Under normal circumstances, I have no desire for the wife to even find
out what her husband did to me, let alone threaten their marriage. This
time it was different. This time she deserved whatever resulted from
today. It was her fault she didn't satisfy he husband's needs. I hadn't
done anything kinky or crazy today, just what any decent and respectful
wife should do for her husband. Any woman who wasn't willing to do what
I had done with Joel today didn't deserve to be a wife.
Without a word, I got up off the bed and quickly dressed. I would have
loved to have showered or at least washed up but all I wanted as to leave
that house as quickly as possible. Before I left, I turned to Barbara,
who was staring at her husband as if he was some alien from outer space.
"Was this what you wanted Barbara? Did I do what you wanted me to do?"
OK, so it was mean of me but I couldn't resist. One look at her husband
on the bed, the look of exhaustion and fulfillment on his face, his spent
dick now laying useless on its side, and it was obvious I had fucked him
in ways she had never even come close. To be honest, I felt a little
proud of myself.
She just ignored me so I headed for the door. I had only taken a couple
of steps when I heard her behind me.
"You fucking bitch!"
I turned and was startled to see her staring at me with such hatred and
disgust as anyone had ever looked at me. She wasn't crying now but
instead her eyes narrowed and she pointed her finger at me accusingly.
"You knew this would happen, didn't you? You're just a fucking filthy
whore and I hope you rot in hell for what you've done."
What do you say in response to such a thing? Something told me I'd
better leave - and leave fast. I practically ran down to the front door
as she screamed obscenities after me, calling me every obscene name that
was in her vocabulary. My heart was pounding when I got to my car and a
sense of relief flooded over me as I drove away from their house. I took
a deep breath and then smiled. She could say what she wanted but all I
had to do was look down and see the wet spot between my legs where his
cum was draining from me and I knew who had "won" today.
Back in my apartment, I replayed the events of the day over and over. At
first I felt a sense of guilt, that maybe I HAD taken advantage of her
situation for my own pleasure and amusement. I suppose that if I had
been the one to initiate things, that it had been my idea from the start,
that maybe I WAS guilty of being a bit of a bitch.
In the end, I shrugged it off. She had asked for it and gotten what she
deserved. Crap, she wouldn't even suck his dick so what did she expect
by inviting someone like me over? Was it my fault he enjoyed fucking me
more than he did her? Was it my fault she wouldn't have sex in anything
but a missionary position? Was it my fault she wouldn't talk to him
dirty? Was it my fault she couldn't have a decent orgasm?
Just a note to any wives who think that somehow by letting their husbands
have their way with another girl is going to somehow save their marriage.
If you REALLY believe that then don't be surprised by the results. And
if you do, just remember that no matter what happens - it's YOUR fault!
THE END