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Copyright c November 1999 By C.D.E.  ALL Rights Reserved

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All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely 
Fictional.  There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To 
Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content:(M+/F, MF, Impreg)

WARNING: THIS STORY IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY.  DO NOT READ 
THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE 
READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE 
GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, 
PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, 
SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND 
OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS.



Story:  Walkie-Talkie
Author: C.D.E.

CAST:
Eddie-Husband
Ellen-Wife

	How would you feel if you just found out that your 
wife of ten years had been unfaithful to you in a most 
disturbing way?  Additionally, I discovered that she's been 
cheating on me with my fraternity brothers and other close 
friends, before and during our entire engagement and 
marriage.
	I've been so naive all these years.  Incidentally, I 
just found out what a creampie is.  How disgusting and 
gross.  Imagine licking up and swallowing the slimy fuck 
residue of her and her studs.  However, I now have to deal 
with the fact that I love the taste of my wife's cunt when 
it's that way.  Therein lies my dilemma.  I also found out 
some things else even more troubling than what I've 
mentioned so far, but more about that later.  First things 
first, I have to say I've been conspired against.
	To make matters worse, after discussing the situation 
with my closet confidante, that is my mother, I was shocked 
to discover that she was aware of what I was being 
subjected to for almost 10 years.  I couldn't believe she'd 
been a co-conspirator with my sluttish wife and others on 
this matter.
	To make matters even worse, my wife's lovers included 
most if not many of my closet buddies, several of whom I 
went to college with.  Several are my fraternity brothers.
	It was a chance occurrence that I found out about my 
wife's extra-marital activities and past indiscretions.  
You see our eight-year-old son had this broken walkie-
talkie he wanted me to fix.  At the time he brought it to 
me he didn't know where the companion unit was. He said it 
too had been dropped like the unit I had and the power 
button had been broken.  He wasn't sure which of his 
friend's houses he'd left it at when he was out playing 
earlier that Saturday morning.  
	Of course, he didn't think much about it, but I'd just 
put fresh batteries in both units that morning, so I was 
very interested in locating the other unit before the 
batteries were completely drained.  Besides this was a top 
of the line set of walkie-talkies for kids. My son wasn't 
sensitive to that or the cost of the batteries.
	When I got time to work on the unit, I discovered all 
it needed was for a broken battery connector to be re-
connected. The power light came on immediately when I did 
that. 
	It was when I turned the volume knob up, that my 
troubles started.
	I knew the set of walkie-talkies had fairly good range  
for the price. Little did I know how effective they were 
until I heard the conversation coming through the small 
speaker.
	"Yeah, I tell you Bobby, if it wasn't for Ellen, I 
don't know what I'd do for a quick piece of ass when my old 
lady ain't in the mood or on the rag."
	"Me too.  She's helped me out every since we were back 
in college.  Of course she was also fucking just about 
every body in the frat house too, except Eddie. She made 
him wait until their wedding night.  She told me he really 
was a virgin.  She didn't give him any the whole two years 
they dated and were engaged in college.  All the while she 
was fucking almost anybody else who had a hard dick. And 
when she couldn't fuck, you know, the time of month thing, 
she'd willing suck us off.  Talk about naive and believing 
whatever Ellen tells him, his middle name should be 
gullible."
	I immediately recognized the two voices. They were 
those of my Buddies and frat brothers, Bobby and Ray.
Loud laughter arose from the unit I was holding as I 
was beginning to comprehend what I was eavesdropping on. I 
didn't want to believe my ears.
I was also surprised at the clarity of the reception, 
since the range was at least a 100 yards to either Ray's or 
Bobby's house.  
I was hoping that there was another couple named Eddie 
and Ellen they were referring too, but as the conversation 
rambled on, there was no mistaking it.  They were talking 
about my wife Ellen, and I.
I was in the door to my garage and had to sit down on 
a lawn chair. I was so shocked.  The conversation 
continued.
"I guess a hot piece like Ellen needs somebody like 
Eddie.  You know what they say about opposites attracting." 
Ray said.
"Yeah, she's fucked around so much that she'd be hard 
pressed to find a real man to marry her.  So to some extent 
Eddie was good for her. Especially since she had him eating 
her wet pussy almost from the day they met."  Bobby 
replied.
"Yeah, she's told me that one a couple of time over 
the years."  Ray interjected as I heard what sounded like 
him taking a swig of beer.  It seemed that's about all he 
drank. 
"He's a great guy and a friend, but I tell you, I 
don't know how he hasn't suspected anything after all these 
years.  You know how she'd go out of town when the guys and 
we would go away at the same time hunting or fishing?  
Eddie couldn't go because he had to stay with the kids."
"Yeah! That was rich.  And all the while, she was with 
us guys, including Eddie's boss, draining every bit cum we 
had in our balls.  Man, she sure can fuck and suck."  Ray 
replied to Bobby.
"Yeah, she's a super gal and a great piece of ass. She 
loves Eddie, but she gets her jollies off cuckolding him, 
especially by having him lap her fucked pussy after she's 
been out screwing.  She tells me he still believes she gets 
that way from thinking about him.  She tells him that's her 
natural sex goo.  She says he loves the taste of her that 
way.  Of course we all know he's not raising any hell with 
that puny pecker of his."
"Yeah Bobby, I don't know where his head is at other 
than on her pussy, but in a way we're doing them both a 
favor by fucking her.  Otherwise, she'd be a gutter slut 
instead of a respected housewife who's taking care of us 
guys when we need a strange piece now and then."
"And when our wives can't or won't come across."  
Bobby added.
I was too stunned at all I was hearing, especially 
that my boss was also screwing my wife too.  All I could do 
was listen.  It was a good thing that I was the only one 
home, well not totally.  Our six-month-old daughter was 
asleep and I had the baby monitor remote with me in the 
workshop, so I could listen to her if she should awake.
My wife was at the mall.  Our four year old son was at 
a birthday party, and as I mentioned earlier, our eight 
year old was somewhere in the neighborhood.
It was Saturday afternoon and I continued to listen at 
my two "close friends" talk about my "respected" slut wife.  
They continued to talk about lusty events of the pasts 
where I'd played the part of the gullible fool.  That was a 
recurring theme in their conversation.
As I listened, I deduced that my son had left the 
other walkie-talkie somewhere in Ray's garage. Besides the 
power switch being on, apparently the transmit switch was 
in a stuck position also.
The conversation turned to other topics, but there 
were still interspersed comments about my wife and I.
I was sure I'd heard everything worth hearing and was 
ready to turn the unit off.  I was having a hard time 
thinking about what I should do.  After all, we were 
talking about ten years of being kept in the dark and 
playing the part of the fool big time.
My mind was reeling with all sorts of thoughts.
Ellen had been the dream that I never thought could be 
mine.  I truly had deep love for this woman.  I recalled 
how we'd talked about how small my prick was and her saying 
to me that size didn't matter.  She repeatedly jerked me 
off countless times over the two years we dated prior to 
marrying.  A few times she had me do it for her as she 
watched.  Sex for us then, at least my earlier perception 
anyway, was me lapping her always juicy and delectable cunt 
and me being jerked off.  She refused to let me put it in 
until our wedding night.
She'd revealed she wasn't a virgin due to some sexual 
experimentation in high school. She was fearful of getting 
pregnant, hence my sucking her and my masturbation.  She 
also was resistant to giving me head and also wanted to 
hold off on that until our wedding night.  For some reason, 
which I was too blind to see at the time, it was okay for 
me to give her head, but not the other way around.  For 
some reason, it made sense to me because I never pressed 
the matter since such a stunning brunette like her had 
condescended to even pay attention to a guy like me, let 
along agree to be my college steady and fiancee. 
I was about to turn the walkie-talkie off when I heard 
Ray and Bobby leave the garage to go in the house for more 
beer.  I was pretty sure that my eavesdropping was over.
In retrospect I should have, because when they did 
return, the topic this time was news that cut through me 
even more than what I'd heard earlier.


CHAPTER 2 OUR KIDS

	"You know Bobby, you think Eddie even has a clue that 
you're the real daddy of his oldest son?"
	"Probably no more than he knows that Dexter Jackson is 
the real father of his second son and his baby daughter.  
Ha! Ha!"
	I had gotten up earlier, but had to sit back down.  
Actually, I felt my knees giving away as I heard the new 
even more damming revelations being emitted from the tiny 
speaker in my hand.
	 As my two close buddies chatted about how even more 
gullible and stupid I was, tears swelled in my eyes at the 
latest news I was receiving about "my" kids.
	"It's a good thing for you his oldest boy looked more 
like Ellen than you."
	"Yeah, you're right about that.  You know I left town 
for a while when I realized that Ellen had planned to have 
the baby, even though she was fairly certain she knew it 
was mine."
	"Yeah, I remember.  You weren't married then." Ray 
said.
	"Ellen was turned on the whole time she was pregnant 
knowing that she was carrying my kid and had Eddie thinking 
it was his.  She said she had something up her sleeve in 
case he thought it wasn't his, but she never revealed to me 
what it was.  But I think it had something to do with Dr. 
Watson, since her mother-in-law told him about the doctor 
as well as knew she was screwing around on Eddie."
	"Oh yeah!  Remember him? He was the guy on the news.  
He was accused of brainwashing people through hypnosis and 
drugs."  Ray exclaimed.
	"OH!  She must've had poor Eddie visit the good doctor 
so he'd not know the difference.  Now it's all clear.  His 
own mom had to be in on it too."
	"It sure looks that way.  I'm telling you some guys 
really get it done to them don't they." Ray said before 
apparently taking a big loud swig of beer.
	"Yep, they do."  Bobby replied.
	I sat and stewed.  My mind was in overdrive as I 
thought about our visits to the infamous Dr. Watson.
	Ellen had insisted we visit the marriage counselor 
since she thought we were having some small marital 
problems even before our first baby was born.  "We need to 
do this to nip any hint of a problem in the bud" were her 
words. 
I thought it was just a phase she was going through, 
since pregnancy does cause chemical changes in some women, 
which affects their behavior.  However, both our mothers 
agreed with her, so I went along her program.  
I went along with her idea of us seeing Dr. Watson who 
was a marriage counselor and psychiatrist. Now I see there 
were conspiratorial forces at work, which I could never 
have imagined.
As I was thinking of the three sessions	with Dr. 
Watson, I do recall that he spent more time with me than 
with the two of us.  I also recalled taking some relaxation 
techniques training but not a whole lot more.
As I was thinking about my sessions with Dr. Watson, 
Bobby and Ray were now talking about Dexter Jackson.  
Dexter was a lady-killer from way back in college.  I 
had sensed my wife adored him, but always talked about him 
as being nothing more than a dog.  Now I find out she 
adored him more than I realized and that her words of 
condemnation were meant to throw me off
Dexter now lived in another city and had grown a beard 
some time ago.  I heard Bobby say that the reason he did so 
was because Ellen had told him she'd planned on having his 
baby - our second son.  The idea that the beard would 
somehow keep people from seeing "our" son as resembling 
him.   Dexter also got another job and left town before our 
second child was born.  I knew he came to town 
occasionally.  Apparently, he got my wife again a little 
over 15 months ago, since that's when our baby daughter, 
Charlene, was conceived.
Ellen, who was off the pill at the time, attributed 
our newest bundle of joy to a defective prophylactic I 
wore.  You see, she told me the doctor had taken her off 
the pill during this period to run some tests.  Now it 
appears, it was to have Dexter inseminate her, while 
keeping me safely from interfering with her or their plans.  
Hence, I was relegated to wearing rubbers.  As I listened 
later, and if I can believe Ray and Bobby,  it was more my 
wife's idea than Dexter that she get knocked up by him.

CHAPTER 3  MORE HOT ACTION

	I was sure that I couldn't hear more news more damming 
than I'd already heard, but I did.
	"Look! There she is!"
	"Hell!  Wave her over!"  I heard Ray reply to Bobby's 
exclamation.
	I heard the sound of a car engine.  Their voices 
dropped off and I next heard them walking away.  I wondered 
whom they were talking about.  At this point, I was sure 
that my eavesdropping was over and the two were at the curb 
talking to someone.  I was about to turn the unit off when 
I heard a voice that was all too familiar.
	"You guys are too much.  You can't be serious about me 
doing you here.  Where are Patty and the kids Ray?"
	The voice was that of my wife Ellen.  My ears perked 
up.
	"She's at the salon and won't be home for at least two 
hours and the kids are over at their aunts.  I have to pick 
them up in two hours.  Hell!  We got plenty time for a 
couple of quick blow jobs."
	"Oh alright.  I guess I can't refuse the guy that 
knocked me up the first time or an old friend that's been 
fucking me for years."
	My wife's words went right through me like a 
thunderbolt.  She'd confirmed what I'd heard earlier.
 A couple of loads of hot jism would hit the spot."  My 
wife even sounded gleeful.
	I heard the garage door coming down.  Next I heard the 
unmistakable sound of zippers being unzipped.
	"I think my heart skipped not one, but two beats at 
her reply and her cavalier tone.
	"Hmmmm!  Both your big cocks look yummy.  Just what a 
girl needs after a busy day shopping, two large tube 
steaks, very rare and served with plenty of creamy cum 
gravy."  Ellen said so sensuously, that the eroticism of it 
stunned me.
	As the sounds from the scene unfolded, the best I 
could tell was that both Bobby and Ray had their open 
crotches before my kneeling wife and she was alternately 
licking and lapping their rigid organs.
	My wife's praise for their "real manly" organs 
embarrassed me.  I knew both men were well hung compared to 
me.  I shuddered at her laudatory comments.
	"OH Shit!  That feels good!"  I heard Bobby shout.
	"You always say that when I lick your balls."  Ellen 
replied to in a cooing voice.
	I couldn't believe my ears.  Sure, she sucked me off a 
few times, unenthusiastically I might add, but she never 
licked my balls.
	"SLURP!... SLURP!... SLURP!... SLURP!"  The loud sound 
of her oral actions sounded so cheap, so tawdry, and so 
sluttish.  It was then that I noticed that I had an 
erection.
	I closed our garage door and locked the other doors so 
I wouldn't be disturbed as I took my smaller member out and 
stroked it to the heated conversations coming in on the 
walkie-talkie.  Little did I know it would heat up even 
more.

CHAPTER 4 EVEN MORE HOT ACTION: DEXTER ARRIVES

	The sound of their actions were still detectable even 
though I couldn't hear them as loudly as before.  I wasn't 
sure they'd moved away from the proximity of the walkie-
talkie or what I feared most, was that the batteries were 
giving out in the unit on there end.
	After about ten minutes or so I heard their voices 
more clearly.
	"Well that was fun, but I have to get on home."  It 
was my wife talking as her voice apparently came again into 
range of the walkie-talkie on their end.
	"Thanks babe, you were just what I needed."  I heard 
Ray say.
	I heard both men saying good-bye and the sound of my 
wife apparently walking away.  I was about to shut the unit 
off when I heard her almost cry out a gleeful scream.
	"It's him!  It's Dexter!"
	I heard what appeared to be a car rolling into the 
drive way and a mixture of voices.  But it was soon very 
clear what had occurred.  Lady-killer Dexter Johnson had 
made an appearance.
	I heard a mass of footsteps moving back toward the 
interior of the garage amid confused sounds of the group's 
voices.  Here and there in the confused conversation, I was 
able to pick up a bit here and a bit there. However, the 
bottom line was that my wife wanted some privacy with 
Dexter.  Bobby and Ray were to be the lookouts for them.
	I felt rage. I felt sick.  I had a range of emotions 
running through me as I eavesdropped on my wife and her 
current baby maker lover.  At last I could begin to hear 
them clearly as they were talking.
	"Dex darling, ...SMOOCH!... it's so good ...SMOOCH!... 
to see you...SMOOCH!..."
	"Me to...SMOOCH!... baby...SMOOCH!...How's 
Eddie...SMOOCH!... and the ...SMOOCH!...kids? 
...SMOOCH!..."
	The sounds of their loud sloppy kisses was sickening, 
but yet causing my prick to get harder.  Finally they 
slowed their kissing down to talk.  As a result, I could 
hear them clearer.
	"Eddie is doing fine as is Charles and Charlene.  Oh 
it's good to see you Dex honey."
	"Is the treatment still working on poor Eddie?  Has he 
figured out why you named the kids the way you did?"
	"Easy Dex darling, lets take one thing at a time.  
I've told you before.  There's nothing to worry about.  The 
treatment is working fine. He doesn't see that any of the 
kids don't look anything like him.  Dr. Watson told me that 
it was permanent until someone mentioned the magic word to 
him.  And only he and I know it.  I suspect he's even 
forgot it by now.  You know with all the trouble he's been 
in lately."
	"Good!  I'm glad of that.  I like Eddie too and I feel 
guilty about my part in all this.  I didn't think you were 
serious about letting me knock you up either time."
	"Well now you know.  Since you won't come around to 
see me more, I had to have my own souvenirs around to 
remind me of you."
	I heard my wife giggle a bit at her own words before 
continuing her explanation to her lover.  It made me feel 
relieved that Dexter, also a frat brother did have some 
remorse.  I listened intently as my wife continued talking.
	"Both of the kids are beautiful and look just like 
you.  As far as Eddie knowing I named them both after your 
middle name, I don't think he has a clue.  I told him what 
I wanted to name them and he went along. Part of his name 
was used for their middle names, and of course they have 
his last name since they're legally his."
	"You sure you love him?  The way you do him, I'm not 
sure I'd want you telling me you love me."
	"Dex honey we've been through this all before.  I have 
a different and very special love for Eddie.  I really do 
love him, but it's such a turn on for me to cheat on him.  
No, it wouldn't be the same being married to you or the 
other guys.  Besides the hyno suggestions to make him see 
his facial features on the kids or their pictures, he's a 
meek mild mannered straight arrow kind of guy and he has a 
small prick.  I can almost manipulate him whenever I want 
to. I don't know what it is, but he's just the kind of 
husband I need, a husband that I can get to have my way 
with.  It wouldn't be the same with a real man like you or 
the other guys.  Y'all wouldn't put up with me even if I 
weren't cheating.  Eddie does, because he loves me deeply.  
I need to know a man feels that way.  And I especially like 
him eating other men's scum form my snatch.  Speaking of 
that, why don't you put a deposit in my pussy bank.  You 
know I'll open it for you anytime."
	"Here?  I don't know if Ray will go for that.  Why 
don't we get together later tonight?"
	"Sure, we can do that too, but I'm in the mood to be 
fucked now too.  Ray won't mind.  We can get a quickie 
right here."
	Again, I could believe my ears as I heard the sound of 
a zipper, which was obviously Dexter's.  I faintly heard 
the couple in heat arranging things and positioning a table 
as they talked about the best way to screw under the 
circumstances.
	I heard Dexter call out to Bobby who was apparently 
near by.
	"Look Bob, keep  a sharp eye, the lady here is in need 
of some quick plumbing work, you know, she needs some pipe 
laid."
	I heard Bobby chuckle and encouraged him on but not 
before getting a commitment from my wife for sloppy 
seconds.
	I almost dropped the walkie-talkies upon hearing the 
conversation as she quickly agree to his request.
	"Oh Bobby you know you don't have to ask.  Whenever my 
legs are open you know you can slide your log in me too.  
After all, you two are in an exclusive club.  The knock up 
Ellen club."
	Both men chuckled as I heard Bobby apparently leave my 
wife and Dexter alone.
	What I head next could only be described as the hot 
fervent sounds of a couple in heat, fucking away to solve 
their horniness.
	"OOOOOOH yes Dexter, give me that big hard meat of 
yours.  YEEEEEEEESSSSSS!  Hump me!  Yes! Yes!"
	Dexter's moans, sighs and grunts were clearly heard,  
even though my wife's expressions were clearly muted by 
something. It was obvious my wife was trying to mute her 
cries and moans of joy, or maybe Dexter was, since he kept 
reminding her to not be so loud. 
	Using his metaphor, he must've laid pipe to her for a 
solid thirty minutes.  Some quickie I thought to myself.  
Even when I was trying, on a good day, I couldn't do more 
than five minutes.
	Even though my cock was rock hard and I couldn't help 
from stroking it, I came well before he did.  The slurping 
sounds of his piston motion in her obviously wet fleshy 
cunt cylinder, was enough to drive me over the edge as the 
distinct sounds of her juicy wet sloppy pussy being worked 
on by his rod of hard meat seem to rise above the other 
sexual grunts, moans, and sighs the couple made.  He 
finally came and my wife got her third orgasm from his so-
called quickie pipe job.
	I was ashamed that I had jacked off at the sounds of 
another better-equipped man fucking my wife. But in a 
strange way, I had enjoyed it too.  As apparently so had 
she. I found it hard to be totally angry with her over her 
enjoying another man's better sexual performance. 
	I next heard the couple saying a bunch of soft sighs 
and sweet nothings as they mutually complimented each 
other's lusty performance.
	I heard my wife promise to try and meet him tonight 
for another sexual bout.  I thought I heard Dexter chuckle 
when she said I'd be home babysitting the kids while she 
was with him.
	Then I heard Bobby coming in as well as Ray.  
	"Damn!  It's funky in here."  I heard Ray shout
"My turn now!"  I heard Bobby said.
	"I'm ready. Come on in Bobby Baby.  The water is 
fine." I heard my wife say in a sexy sensuous voice.
	The session that she and Bobby put on took up where 
she and Dexter left off.  I couldn't believe she and he 
went another twenty minutes before he grunted and shot his 
load in her.  I couldn't help but feel totally inadequate 
after both men's demonstrated such obvious sexual 
superiority over me.  And to make things worse, these were 
just quickie shagging in less than satisfactory 
surroundings.  I could only mentally compliment these 
sexually superior men.
Ellen, obviously enjoying her Saturday afternoon 
impromptu fucking party, sighed loudly as she uncoupled 
from Bobby with a "Swishing PLOP" as their genitals 
separated.  Both laughed at it happened.  Again, they 
mutually praised each other's screwing efforts.
A few moments later I heard my wife ask Ray if he 
wanted some of her.  It was hard believing she was such a 
fucking machine.  She had to be possessed, was my mental 
opinion.  It was hard to believe this was the sweet girl 
I'd been married to all these years.	
 Ray passed at her offer since he said he had to take 
care of Patty, his wife, that night.  "I gotta save some 
for home base you know."  Was his reply.
I don't know what happened to Dexter while Bobby was 
working on my wife's party pussy, but I now heard Dexter 
offering her paper towels to wipe up the stream of fuck 
fluids streaming out of her well-fucked muff.
"That's good.  I don't want to get it all out.  I want 
to share some of this good loving y'all gave with my 
husband.  Hand me my purse.  I have a pussy plug I carry 
around expressly for such occasions as this.  You know, to 
seal in the juices for him."
Dexter, Bobby and Ray apparently were all looking at 
my wife as she sealed her adulterous snatch with the 
residual spent semen from two of her favorite studs.
"I just can't see how poor Eddie doesn't know what 
he's sucking up.  It sure looks nasty to me."  I heard 
Dexter say.
"Me neither,  I couldn't put my mouth on your wet 
messy bush even if I slopped it up myself." I heard Ray 
join in.
"Here, fasten the back of my blouse.  Guys, Eddie does 
his best work on my pussy when it's creamed up. You guys 
feed me cream and I feed it to Eddie. He likes my creampie 
and I love feeding it to him.  Mother nature made us all 
with some little quirks.  His is doing that.  So don't 
spend time trying to figure either of us out.  Just keep on 
helping us both just the way y'all have before."
My wife's casual and cavalier explanation seemed so 
cold.		
	"I guess I'm just a slut at heart, but I really do 
love Eddie.  It may be hard for you three to see that.  
Even though I do things like play around with you and the 
other guys and have a baby or two... or well, three from 
other men doesn't mean I don't love him or care deeply for 
him.  It's just that I get a thrill out of cuckolding him 
because he's so gullible and a straight arrow kind of 
guy... and I guess because he's not as endowed as I like my 
men, that also adds to me doing what I do too."
	All three men indicated they didn't fully understand 
her view, but that they did enjoy spending time with her 
like they were doing.
	I was afraid to admit it to myself, but I could 
identify with some of what she was talking about.  I'd read 
somewhere that some women delight in cuckolding men that  
are less than the ideal of the men they really enjoy 
sexing. However, to the men that sex them, they realize 
that those men would never think as highly of them as their 
cuckolded husbands.  And it is this paradox of a faithful 
loving husband that gives the woman the thrill of  
humiliating and cuckolding him, usually without his 
knowledge.
	I knew my wife was headed home with her wet, gloppy, 
well-fucked  cunt.  I really wondered if she was going to 
offer me her creamy fuck hairpie.  I wondered could I go 
along with this charade now that I knew the truth?   I 
still deeply loved her even though I had to admit she'd 
done me terribly wrong.  Not the least of which is bringing 
me jism to eat from the two men who sired our children.


CHAPTER 5 DRIVE TO MOTHER'S HOUSE

	As I drove over to my mother's house I mentally 
recounted all that occurred after Ellen arrived home.
	She came out of the car all aglow and eagerly hugged 
and French kiss me.  Her kiss had the flavor of staleness 
mixed with peppermint.  Apparently the mint was used to 
mask all the kissing and cock sucking she'd been doing.
	I was in a mixed state of anger, apprehension and 
simply confused.
	However, the moment she put her arms around me, I 
melted in her arms and held her tightly.
	She told me she loved me and I expressed the same to 
her.
	"Honey, I had this rush of love come over me while I 
was driving home.  My pussy got all gooey and wet just 
thinking of how much you mean to me.  Please honey, c'mon 
in and take my love goo.  Show me you love taking it as 
much as I want to give it to you."
As a moth is drawn to a flame, I meekly followed my 
beautiful, but sluttish wife to our bedroom where she 
peeled off her panties and laid back on the edge of the bed 
offering me a very exposed view of her messy bushy snatch.
	She'd always in the past explained the raw messy 
appearance as just the natural thing that happens when she 
gets these "rushes" of love for me.
	I never gave it any thought before, after all,  I was 
a virgin until I met and married her. I didn't' know any 
better.
	"C'mon to mama's pussy.  It's hot and waiting for you.  
You caused me to be this way. So just c'mon and show me you 
love me.  C'mon honey I'm so hot for your love.  I need 
your tongue.  Please don't make me wait."
	My wife's cooing and sexy talk made me desire her as 
much as ever, in spite of all I knew.  It was almost as if 
she could do no wrong as I was drawn to her messy crotch 
that had a gamy musk like fragrance, which I now know was 
due to her being heavily fucked.
	The all to familiar pussy plug was very visible. I 
knew what to do with it.  I'd unsealed her pussy many times 
in the past to drink the love nectar it held for me.  As is 
a habit that's hard to break, this time was no different.  
I gently pulled the device out of the way and almost 
immediately, the viscous milky colored slimy fluid began to 
seep out of her hairy love crack.
	As my tongue began its journey lapping along the 
entrance to her steamy twat, the taste was as good as ever. 
As I felt her pull my head tightly to her and caused my 
tongue to go further into her gaping wet slick gooey gash, 
the thought that I was now exactly where two big hard 
dicks, several times the size of mine, had recently been, 
had the reversed effect I assumed it would have.  My little 
cock got hard.  This was unusual since I'd just jerked off 
so recently.
	Soon Ellen was gyrating and heaving and bucking her 
crotch up against my face as she held me tightly.  This 
went on for at least ten minutes.  She enjoyed these 
sucking sessions, but she was really enjoying it this time.  
Again, even in view of all I now knew, it still pleased me 
to give her the pleasure I was giving her.  Pleasure that 
her studs couldn't. I consumed a good bit of her slimy 
gluey viscous fuck goo, while she got off twice.  She then 
wanted me to change positions. 
	Laying face up on the bed, she straddled my face with 
her delectable but nasty snatch.  Before she sealed off the 
light by plopping her crotch over my face, I saw the most 
delightful and dreamy smile on her face.
	Knowing I was pleasing her so well made me do the best 
suck job I'd ever done on her sweet pussy meat.
	Her orgasm now seem to reach down in the depths of her 
wet steamy bush and push out the most thickest dregs of the 
two men who had made deep and large deposits in her pussy 
bank vault.  I of course swallowed all the fuck juices that 
slid out.  In no time they were sliding down my throat.
	Afterwards, she fell over and went to sleep. 
	"Eddie, honey, I'm too tired to give you some now.  
You were magnificent and you tired me out so.  Let me sleep 
a bit and I'll give you some later." she managed to say 
before she dozed off.
	I brought myself back to what I was doing. I could see 
mother's house on the horizon.  I couldn't get there fast 
enough.  I waited until Ellen had awakened from her nap 
before I left for mom's place.
	True to her word, she quickly offered me her pussy for 
more conventional sex.
	As is somewhat standard in our lovemaking, I have to 
finish my wife with my tongue because I don't just have the 
stamina to do so with my prick.  This time when I had 
intercourse with her, she let me know that it wasn't 
necessary, after I came after being in her less than five 
minutes.  It was good to enjoy her in this manner, even if 
her cunt was rather loose and somewhat less than 
responsive.  After all I surmised, she had truly been had 
by better-endowed men.
	
CHAPTER 6 TALK WITH MOTHER
	
	"You did the right thing son.  Even though you 
overheard how it was cooked, you did the right thing to 
play dumb and eat the warm cummy hairpie she brought you.  
After all, to do otherwise would've raised suspicion. I 
knew you weren't a dummy."
	"I-I was also horny from listening to all w-what was 
going on to, s-so I figured it was best for me to do w-what 
I did so she wouldn't be the wiser to what I-I'd 
discovered... when I'd ask her for some."
	"Well do you feel batter after eating her out and 
feasting on her sloppy seconds?" Mother grinned a very 
broad smile as she looked at me.
	"M-Mother t-this is hard enough w-without you joking 
about this.  A-And yes it d-did make me feel better, b-but 
I-I'm still upset about all this.  I-I still love her even 
though..."
	"Say no more son.  I fully understand.  Go to the 
bathroom and thrown some cold water on your face.  I don't 
want to see you crying."
	I did as mother suggested.  The cold water helped me 
compose myself. We resumed our discussion.  After a few 
minutes, mother had me on the defensive.
	"What have you to gain by revealing everything you now 
know?"
	"Er, well..."
	"You have nothing to gain.  You only lose.  You lose 
Ellen, the kids, your friends, and where would you get 
another decent job like you have now.  You also know now 
she's screwed your boss several times too.  If you take him 
on and that comes out in the divorce proceeding, do you 
think he's going to keep you around or be a good reference 
when you're looking for another job?"
	I had to admit mom was correct about her assessment.
	"Doing nothing is the best thing son.  Play along as 
if you know nothing.  Your wife is content in her marriage 
and so were you until this incident.  I knew you loved her 
dearly and was very proud of having such a beautiful woman 
as your wife and the mother of your, er... well, y'all's 
children."
	Mother exhibited a slight smug smile at her reference 
to the kids as she corrected herself.  Once again, I had 
been dumped on so much and suffered so much mentally, her 
action didn't bother me.
	"I-I see y-your point... a-and I suspect your right.  
I-I would be the loser.  You know mom, I thought I was 
really going to be on top of things when Ellen and I got 
married, but it seems that life just won't her nerdy type 
have it our way without some price to pay."
	"Don't be despondent dear, you have a lot going for 
you. Healthy kids, a loving, even though she is 
promiscuous, wife that does love you.  You know that for 
sure, even though she does slut around and feeds you her 
other men's spent sperm and has had a baby or three from 
them."
	I didn't say anything at mom's comment. I was content 
to let it pass.  Earlier she'd explained her part in the 
conspiracy.  She claims to have done it for my own good.  I 
guess I could see her point, since she knew how deeply I 
loved Ellen.  My mother also knew Dexter Jackson and later 
told me how she thought Dexter and Ellen would make good-
looking grandkids.  I didn't see any need to delve into 
that further, because I suspected that such a simple 
statement from no less than my own mother might have 
influenced my wife.  I've come to realize that indeed some 
things may not need to be known.
	Mother and I talked a while longer before I went home.  
I had to be back home by Seven O'clock so I could baby-sit 
the kids while Ellen went out with a girlfriend from out of 
town who was passing through.  At least that's what she 
told me.  However, I knew the real reason. I knew she and 
Dexter had plans to get together tonight.
	As I drove away toward home, mother words stayed with 
me.
	"Dear son, she loves you, and you love her as well as 
the creampies she bring home to you.  Be content with your 
station in this marriage.  This is what's best for you.  It 
could be worse.  You could be without her and her lusty 
treats."
	As I arrived home, I wondered how my kids really 
looked, since I'd been programmed to see my resemblance in 
their faces. Would I ever know the secret word to let me 
see the truth?  
	I promised mom I wouldn't ask Ellen to undo my hyno 
fix until the kids were grown.  Until then, I still play 
the part of the happy unsuspecting cuckold.

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