A good wife gone bad
By: nonono69@hotmail.com
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The phone rang and when I answered it I instantly knew it
was my best friend Joyce. She was the maid of honor at my
wedding a few years ago and now she was calling to invite
me to do the same for her wedding. My name is Kim and I'm
25 years old, blonde, and happily married to my husband
mike. Joyce is about my age and we have been friends since
high school. I knew her boyfriend was close to asking her
to get married but I was just as excited as she was when
she asked me to be in her wedding.

For the next couple months we planned everything together.
But one thing I wasn't involved in was her bachlorette
party that was put together by girls that worked with Joyce.
I found out it would be this Saturday and we were all going
to meet at a nice little club about two miles from here that
me and my husband go to about four or five times a year. 
Because I didn't have anything to do with this party, I had
no way of knowing what all her co-workers had planned. I
just told my husband that at 7:00 pm Saturday night, I was
going to Joyce's bachlorette party. Of course he had to make
some stupid remarks about not putting too much money in the
strippers g-string. I blew him off and told him it wasn't
going to be that type of party. I watched Mike walk way and
he laughed the entire time. He had heard how wild some
bachlorette parties could get. I thought he was crazy.

The night of the party Joyce asked me to come to her house
early as she was nervous about everything. I got there about
two hours early and we sat around and talked and drank over
a full bottle of wine. Joyce said it helped her relax and
with her wedding only two weeks away, she was a nervous
wreck. I didn't drink that often but the wine she had did
really taste good. I tried not to drink too much but Joyce
begged me to drink and keep her company. She was too good
a friend to let down so every time she filled her glass up,
I let her fill mine up too. I didn't know that she drank
wine every night once it got dark. She would average a bottle
a night by herself. She had done this ever since she left
home after high school. Her body was now tolerate of the
alcohol, but I couldn't remember the last time I was drunk.

Finally a few minutes before 7:00, we left for the club. We
both had nice looking dresses on and it only took minutes for
Joyce to drive us to the club. Once inside I noticed very
quickly that there were about 50 girls there. Some I knew
but most were friends that worked with Joyce. Both of us
mixed right in and for two hours we drank and laughed. All
the drinks were free so as I met new girls, they would ask
me to try their favorite drink. I had no way of knowing how
many different drinks I tried. It was so unlike me and many
of the drinks were the multiple alcohol type. The fun drinks
that a lot of times tasted sweet and not alcoholic. But they
were the most potent ones. 

Both Joyce and myself were really having a great time. Joyce
was not drunk by any means of the word but I was now well
past the drunk stage. My words were starting to slur and I
laughed at about everything. Many of Joyce's friends saw
how plastered I was but they just assumed that was the way
I was, a heavy drinker. At 10:00 pm exactly, the lights went
down and suddenly onstage were three hot hulky looking
guys that started to dance around. My husband had been
right, there was going to be male strippers at the party.
I now didn't think anything about what was happening. I
just screamed and yelled like all the other girls were
doing. I didn't even know what I was saying but I know I
was yelling out all types of sexy things. Even some of the
girls had to turn and give me a stare. 

This wasn't me tonight, it was the drunk person inside of
me that I only saw once every three or four years. That's
one of the reasons I didn't really drink that much, I sort
of lost control when I did. The last time really scared me
and that was right about a year before I got married. Since
then I had drank, but never let myself go like I had tonight.
The guys danced for about 30 minutes or more. All the girls
were now worked up but my mouth kept going telling the guys
to take off more and not to stop. Even all three dancers
kept looking over at me but I didn't see them or anyone
else giving me the eye. Joyce was right beside me but she
was having as much fun as I was. She wasn't near as drunk
as me, she was just having a good time on her last big
night out before she got married.

Suddenly one of the big tall guys started dancing my way
and I was screaming and yelling at him to not stop. He
came right up to me and Joyce and he shook his little
g-string package right in front of our faces. He knew who
the bride to be was and he sort of put on a show for her.
Of course he never removed the tiny g-string that just
barely contained his large dick. I kept telling him to
take it off, drop it on the floor. This again was not like
me as I was very reserved most the time. I couldn't even
see myself going to a male strip show, let alone yell at 
them to take it all off. The alcohol had really done it's
job on me. It was so long ago that I was last drunk, I really
let my defenses down. It was a bad mistake to make.

Finally the guy turned his attention from Joyce to me. He
pushed his large package right into my face. I didn't know
what I was doing but my tongue came out and I licked my
lips. Suddenly he was telling me to TAKE IT OUT and just
like a robot my mind had my hands doing just that. Joyce
just stared at me and couldn't believe I would do it. She
didn't say a word but she knew this wasn't anything like
me. I not only pulled his long stiff dick out, I slowly
pulled the tiny thong undies he had on down his legs until
they were resting on his feet. If you thought it was loud
in the club before this, the sound level almost doubled
when everyone saw the guy with nothing covering his dick.

His dick was still right in my face and I just stared at
how long and stiff it was. I looked at the guys body and
of course it was perfect. It was like dreaming in a fantasy.
The perfect body right there in front of you. Suddenly all
the girls got started in a chant of SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK
IT. Nobody could even imagine what I did next. I pushed my
face up close to the large dick then suddenly I opened my
mouth, put my lips over the end of the long beautiful dick,
and used my hands to push the guys ass forward. This pushed
his dick deep into my mouth. It surprised the guy as much
as it surprised Joyce. The guys were not allowed to touch
any of the girls, that was hammered into their heads over
and over again. But this guy didn't do anything. I was the
one doing everything. He knew he had plenty of witnesses so
he just stood there and watched as my head took over and
I started bobbing up and down on the impressive monster.

I closed my eyes and suddenly I was in another world. My
mind didn't tell me I was doing this in front of 50 other
girls and my best friend. My mind was in a fantasy of it's
own and I was getting very turned on giving this strange
sexy guy a blow job. I tuned out everything. I didn't hear
the girls screaming, I didn't hear Joyce tell me No about
five different times. I just continued to push my mouth
up and down on the stiff prick that was actually bringing
me pleasure too. For two minutes my lips moved slowly up
and down the guys shaft. I had my hands on his ass and I
would push him forward and backwards in rhythm to my mouth's
movement. Then it just happened. My entire throat was 
covered in thick white goo and I had to start swallowing or
I would drown in the thick cum. 

My mouth sucked hard and for 30 seconds it kept getting more
sperm pumped inside it. Then I was finally able to catch up
and all the sperm except some small amounts that escaped
out the sides of my mouth were now down my throat and 
slowly working it's way to my stomach. I was so worked up
but I didn't cum by just giving the guy a good blow job.
I wanted so badly to cum I could hardly take it. When the
guy pulled his dick out of my mouth, I knew I didn't want
it to stop, not until I got mine. In a loud voice I begged
him not to stop. Joyce had watched the whole thing and she
about fell out of her chair when I begged him to come back.
Not to be outdone by the first guy, another of the large
handsome guys came over and stood right in front of me.
This guy wasn't as worried as the first guy. He just saw
what I had done, so he knew he probably couldn't get in
trouble.

He slid his thongs down and while I was still begging the
first guy not to stop, I suddenly had another dick pressed
right to the front of my lips. I couldn't really tell
anything that was happening. My being so drunk and now so
horney, I just went along with any suggestion that came
along. Suddenly my mouth opened and a new cock slid inside
my lips. I semi noticed that this guy was much thicker. I
really had to open my mouth to let him slide inside me.
But once he was in, he started moving as I moved my head.
I didn't even look to see who this guy was. If I had I
probably would have stopped. It was the large black guy
that looked like he had the body of a football player. He
was cute but his entire body was rippled with muscles. He
was the type of guy you wouldn't want to get mad at you.

Unlike the first guy that let me control the action, this
guy slammed my head on and off his fat dick. At first it
wasn't something enjoyable, but after about a minute when
I got use to his size, I again started to drift off into
never never land. I was dreaming how I was with a favorite
movie star I liked and it was him I was slowly sucking off.
What then happened again did it so quickly, nobody had time
to say a word. The black guy lifted me off my seat and 
suddenly I was on my hands and knees on the floor. I never
once let his dick fall out of my mouth. The hands just lifted
me up and my body went with it. I was now allowing the guy
to slowly fuck into my mouth. He was fucking my mouth just
like it was a hot tight pussy.

The final guy looked over and decided to see just how far
they could go tonight. Would it be one of those lucky nights
you talk about for months? He came over and stood behind
me. All the girls were going completely nuts and screaming
for them to really give it to me. At first the screams had
been for me, but now the screams were for the guys. All the
girls knew this was a very hot act to watch and something
they could talk about around the water coolers at work for
many weeks to come. I barely felt the hands on my dress as
the guy behind me lifted my dress and laid the bottom of
it high up on my back. I was wearing some normal pink undies
and when the guy looked closely, they were soaking wet.
My juices had flooded my panties and my cunt was dripping
with my hot wet juices.

From the time the guy put his fingers in my waistband till
the time he had my undies in his hands was about 10 seconds.
Then my legs were pulled open further and while my dreams
were of my movie star I was sucking, I suddenly got a jolt
as a hot long dick was slowly pushing up inside my cunt. At
first I didn't understand it. But when he pushed in me further
then anyone had ever been, it was like magic as my dream
sort of changed and I was now being fucked by my movie star.
My body started to push back and forth and I actually 
couldn't feel the thick dick still pushing deep inside my
mouth. To my best friends horror, I was there in front of
50 of her co-workers taking on two BLACK guys at once. And she 
knew I was a happily married woman. I never showed signs
of wanting anyone else and this performance by me really
threw her for a loop.

For about a minute my pussy really got worked up as the guys
long stiff dick found places inside my body that had never
been touched before. But my senses were brought back under
control when again my throat was flooded with more thick
hot sperm. The black guy's cum had a completely different
taste then the guy before him. I don't know how it could be
that much different, but it was. And as much as I thought
the first guy had cum, I really had to swallow a lot to keep
up with the flow of creme being pumped into my mouth. The
only good thing to come of my mouth being filled is it
somehow caused my own orgasm to get really close. I suppose
the nasty thought of swallowing the sperm put my mind that
much closer and suddenly my hips started moving around
trying to get the guys dick in me to touch me just right.

With one good push back he slipped in a little deeper then
ever before and that feeling was all it took. My entire
body started to shake and my stomach muscle twitched in
every direction possible. Suddenly I was screaming into the
black dick that was still buried deeply in my mouth. My
pussy flooded the dick with hot slippery moisture and within
20 or so seconds, the long black dick in my pussy suddenly
exploded and started filling me with it's own white gooey
creme. I was still right in the middle of my orgasm and I
couldn't hear everything that the girls around me were saying.

They were starting to call me a whore, a slut, and it was
shameful what I just did. Of course, ten minutes ago they
were cheering for it to happen. Now that it was over, suddenly
I was a slut to them. The two guys fucked me for about another
minute then they both pulled out and put their thongs back
on. I was still on my knees with my eyes tightly shut when
all the guys walked off the stage and my girlfriend Joyce
helped me up and back into my seat. She started talking to 
me and asking me how I could have done that right there in
front of her and all her friends. I didn't hear a word she
was saying. I had sort of a smile on my face and I was
slumped back in the chair. Joyce decided this was the end
of the day. She had a couple girls help me to her car and
she tried to make excuses for me. All the girls pretended
to understand, but once we were gone, for the next couple
hours all the girls stayed and talked about the hot slutty
show I had put on for them. It would stay in their minds
for the rest of their lives. And anytime they saw me, it
would just bring back the memories of this night.

Joyce knew to take me to her house first. She spent an 
hour getting me cleaned up and ready to go home. She put
me in the shower and she couldn't believe it as the sperm
slowly pushed out of my and fell onto the shower floor.
She only prayed that I knew what I was doing. She then
remembered I didn't have my undies any longer. One of the
guys had kept them as a souvenir. She put a pair of hers
on me, got me dressed and at the last second decided she
couldn't take me home this drunk. Thankfully, she put me
on the couch, covered me up, then called my husband Mike
and told him I was going to stay the night over here. Mike
asked to chat with me but luckily Joyce thought quickly and
told him I was out getting some snacks. Mike didn't seem
to take it wrong and Joyce said she would have me home by
noon tomorrow.

That night I slept like a baby. The alcohol slowly worked
it's way out of my system but we didn't get up till around
10:00 in the morning. When I did get up the headache that
caught up with me told me everything I needed to know. I was
so drunk I couldn't even remember going to the club at all.
When I came out of the bathroom, I walked into the kitchen
and Joyce was there making breakfast. At first we didn't
talk but finally I asked her what happened last night. She
was so embarrassed, she couldn't tell me. She really caught
on that I didn't know what happened. She tried about four
times to tell me the truth. But with my pleading eyes looking
at her and my normal quiet personality back, she just 
couldn't do it.

She did say a few strippers were there and all the girls went
crazy watching them. But she never mentioned me or the guys
at all. She did say we were both very drunk and had great times
at the party. I knew I had drank too much and I told myself
to again never get caught in that situation again. I couldn't
stand it when I didn't remember what went on. Last night I
had a blackout period of over four hours. I couldn't remember
a thing during that time. All I remember was getting in the
car to go to the bar and then waking up in the morning. Nothing
else seemed unusual other then my forgotten memory. I could
sort of tell that Joyce was acting just a little differently.
But I summed it up to all the activities of yesterday and all
the booze we both drank. Joyce drove me home and dropped me
off but she didn't want to come inside. I went in and Mike
was there watching TV.

As soon as Joyce got home her phone started ringing off the
hook. It was all her friends from work. They had to talk about
me and Joyce soon found out just how bad this was going to be.
If I ran into any of her friends, it would probably come out
what I did. She explained to every friend that called that I
was completely drunk and that wasn't really me. She also said
I was happily married and my husband would leave me if he
ever found out. This shocked most the girls as much as my
performance last night. They couldn't believe a normal wife
could do something like that on her husband. But at least
most of them agreed to never say anything about it in front
of me. I was going to be kept in the dark and hopefully me
or mike would ever have to know.

Well, four weeks was about all the secret could stand. I was
two weeks late with my period and even though I knew Mike had
used protection on the couple times we made love, I went and
bought a pregnancy kit. To my utter amazement, I was pregnant.
We were not really ready to have kids but when I told Mike
I was pregnant, he felt the same way I did. He wasn't ready
for it but since it happened, we would just start out family
early. It took about half a day but suddenly I got excited
about it and just decided to let nature take it's place. The
first person I had to call was Joyce. When I told her the
news she was extremely quiet. I had to ask her if she was
happy for me or not. This brought her out of her trance and
she then congratulated us and said she was very happy for
me and mike.

But she was actually counting back the days and she knew it
was very possible the child might not be Mike's. She now
wished she had told me everything. It might have made me
think more about what I wanted to do. But she had made her
bed and she couldn't now go back and tell me what I had done
that party night. We chatted for about ten minutes and when
I hung up, it was Joyce that fell down and cried like a baby.
If I had known everything she did, I would be terrified and
probably would have looked at every option available to me.
But I didn't have her knowledge and I knew the child in my
stomach belonged to the only man I had made love to since we
were married, my husband mike.

The months flew by and we had fun setting up a nice child's
room and buying a bunch of things for our baby. I never did
understand why, but Joyce and myself grew further and further
apart. I now barely talked to her. I knew something was 
different with her but I couldn't figure out what caused it.
With my baby on the way, I found plenty of time with Mike to
make me just forget about Joyce and her attitude towards me.
Finally the happy day was here. Mike rushed me to the 
hospital and as I was rolled away in the wheelchair, I had
no way of knowing it was the last time I would ever see Mike.
I was put into the labor room and in five hours I was in
the operating room and my baby was being delivered. The room
was completely quiet as my son pushed his head out and was
soon in the doctors arms. No one in the operating room wanted
to say a word. The doctor was our personal physician for the
last three years and she knew both me and mike well.

She was in as much shock as the other nurses in the room were.
There in the doctor's hands was my new son. A very healthy
baby boy, but the shade of his body color told it all. They
had all seen this before. He was a mixed baby. They knew the
father could not be Mike. They weren't 100% sure of what
heritage the baby was, but they knew it didn't belong to Mike.
They took the baby out because the Doctor wanted to have a
talk with me before I was allowed to hold the baby. They
couldn't take the chance that I might freak out or something
like that. Mike was there when the baby was put into the 
newborn room. He looked at the child and knew it wasn't mine.
He just assumed it belonged to another couple. But when the
nameplate was put on the crib and he saw his last night name
there, Mike went berserk.

As Mike was tearing up the visitors room, the doctor had
everyone leave, then she pulled up a chair and started to
have a talk with me. She started asking funny questions like
'Was Mike the only one I had sex with'? Was there anyone else
in my life that might be the father of the child? I was
totally offended by the remarks and I told the doctor so. She
then got a really mad look on her face and because of my now
hostile attitude, she just came out and said it. To my horror
I heard her say my son did not belong to Mike. It was a baby
of mixed color and there was no way Mike could ever have been
the father. I started screaming and calling her a liar. I
demanded to see my baby and mike. Instead I got a shot in the
arm that totally put the lights out for about six hours.

During that time, Mike had packed up just what he wanted and
he was gone. He didn't even want to stay in the same town. He
left a small note calling me a whore and that his lawyer would
be in touch. Other then that, he was gone and never wanted to
talk to me again. He also said that as soon as he could, he
would get his lawyer to file for divorce. Mike was hurt so
bad he didn't care much about what happened to him or me. He
just knew he never wanted to see me again. The next day I got
to see my son for the first time. I cried for hours and kept
telling the doctors they had made a mistake. At my insistence
they did a blood check to check the baby's blood against mine.
It was a perfect match. I just couldn't take it and passed
out for a couple hours right there in my hospital bed.

When I went home, the life as I knew it was gone. Of course
in no time the word was out about my mixed baby and my 
husband leaving me. It was about two weeks later I started
getting mail from an unknown writer. I didn't know it but it
was Joyce that wrote the letters. In the letters, it told the
entire story. About how I was so drunk at the club and I let
three strippers fuck me and I sucked two of them. Of course
it went on to say that the only guy that fucked me just had
to be one of the black guys. If the white guy would have fucked
me, we would have never know and my life would still be going
on like it was before. But now I knew exactly how things 
happened and I would never be able to explain it to Mike. He
didn't want to see me or talk with me and his lawyer made that
perfectly clear. As much as I begged his lawyer, he would not
take a message to mike. All of this because I was such a good 
wife that just happened to go bad for one very drunk night.
I knew then alcohol would never touch my lips again, and
so far, I've been true to my promise. Never again, NEVER!


  
goodwife