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Keeping It In The Family Pt. 1

Lizzie on Cheating Stories

Keeping It In The Family Pt. 1

Katherine Ridgedell pretended to listen attentively to her husband as he discussed his nephew’s pending visit. “Katherine, Philippe is a young boy, and I will be away at the medical conference in Washington State for the first week of his visit, so it will be up to you to keep him occupied.” “You know how they are at that age; please keep him out of mischief.” Katherine responded with her standard “Yes, of course Malcolm” she had been using for all of the 13 years of their married life. After that lengthy dissertation regarding Philippe, Dr. Malcolm Mich

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ael Ridgedell III got up and excused himself to go pack for his much anticipated trip. Upon his exit, Katherine breathed a sigh of relief. “Two whole weeks without Dr. Pompous, she said aloud to herself.” It had not been that way in the beginning, Katherine genuinely loved Malcolm when they had married, but Malcolm’s first love would always be his medical career. They started to drift apart shortly after their 3rd anniversary, as his career accelerated. Katherine would not dare to complain, along with success, came more money, expensive cars, clothes and homes. Her empty marriage was always supplemented with material possessions, servants and trips. Malcolm may have not been attentive to his wife, but he always treated her like his most treasured possession in public. He always insisted she accompany him to all his business functions, encouraged her to dress provocatively, showcasing her shapely figure and ample breasts. When Malcolm had finished packing, Katherine drove him to the airport as she usually did. He insisted to be dropped off so she could get to her appointment at the salon. He kissed her on the check, grabbed his bags and disappeared into the airport terminal. Katherine arrived at the salon for her weekly treatment, manicure, pedicure, bikini wax, massage and sauna. If she was fortunate enough, she had the sauna to herself on the weekday mornings. She sat all alone on a long bench with her eyes closed, enjoying her solitude. Katherine removed the oversized terrycloth towel she was wearing and spread it out on the long bench seat in the sauna. She lay down on her back, with her legs on either side of the wooden bench. Katherine took deep breaths as she lay there. Katherine’s right hand traveled up to her cleavage and she began to cresses the area between her breasts. Her hand soon traveled over to her left breast and in no time at all, her nipple was erect from the touching. Katherine’s hand traveled down past her navel, stopping just above her pubic area. She caressed that area in a back and forth motion, just then she heard to door to the sauna open. “Mrs. Ridgedell, are you ready for your manicure?” It was, Corinne who came to retrieve her for the appointment. Katherine propped herself up on her elbows to acknowledge Corinne’s presence. Corinne stood in the doorway eyeing Katherine’s nude body as she lay there spread eagle on the bench. Katherine made no effort to cover herself, she was proud of her body and took advantage of every opportunity to display it, as she sat up; Katherine spread her legs a little farther apart to give Corinne a better look at her manicured pubic area and smooth hairless labia. A few hours later she arrived home, the housekeeper was still there, inquiring if Katherine wanted her to prepare dinner. Katherine declined and told her she could go home early if she liked. Katherine went up to her bedroom and headed straight to her dressing room. She began to take her clothes off slowly, watching herself from every angle in the mirrors that surrounded her. She unbuttoned her silk purple midi blouse and let it fall to the floor, then she unzipped her short black leather skirt, it too joined the blouse on the floor. Katherine reached up and unhooked her red strapless bra in the front, it also landed in the pile of clothes gathering on the rug. Katherine looked in the mirror and assessed what see saw. Her curly hair was jet black and was just a little past her shoulders, although she was rapidly approaching 33, her round 34D tits still looked fantastic with her dark nipples, nearly a ½ inch long when erect. Her waist measured 25” inches around, but her stomach was flat and rock hard. Thanks to working out everyday. She could see her perky ass in the back mirror, the red thong panties proudly displaying it. Katherine watched as her hand traveled down into the front of her thong panties and she began to cresses her smooth lips. She spread her legs wider to accommodate her probing fingers. Her left hand unsnapped her panties on each side and pulled them away leaving her nude except for her heels. She said down on an ottoman and began to finger herself and rub her clit. When Katherine was fully excited, her clit looked like a miniature penis when it was erect. She loved to have it rubbed and sucked; it was much more enjoyable than intercourse to her. In no time at all she was reaching a climax, her hips began to thrust forward and her wet cunt squeezing her fingers. Katherine awoke from her nap at 4PM. She called to confirm her hotel reservations in the nearby city, a 1 hour drive away. Katherine began having discreet little encounters about 8 years ago, using a credit card in her maiden name. She really didn’t count it as cheating; she used an escort service that took credit cards and the bill was sent to a P. O. Box. Besides, she would usually ask for a guy and a girl. The guy arriving first and the girl and hour and ½ later, she would not have intercourse with the guy he would just perform oral sex on her and leave. She insisted that both her “escorts” be young and extremely good looking, he with a large penis, the girl w/ample breasts and a shaved pussy. Katherine arrived at the hotel around 7:30PM and checked in. She went up to her room, unpacked, and ordered 2 bottles of expensive champagne brought up to her room. She showered and put on a flowing long dark blue satin negligee, nicely displaying her tits. Her first date arrived promptly at 9PM. As requested, he was about 19 or 20 and very handsome. While they sipped their champagne, she outlined what she expected of him. After the second glass, he began to strip off his clothes, very slowly as asked, while Katherine watched and sipped her drink. When he was totally nude, Katherine finished her drink, stood up and walked over to him. She began to cresses his limp cock until it sprang to life. When he was semi-erect, he pulled her negligee down over her shoulders exposing her tits; he began to suckle each one, making her nipples pucker and stand up like bullets. He then pulled her gown down over her hips, exposing her pussy. He began to lick her smooth lips putting his tongue in her slit and slowly working in to her clit. His nose was buried in her perfumed pubic hair triangle. In no time at all, he was licking and sucking her clit. Katherine came in no time lying down on the bed to catch her breath. She then took a tube of lubricant from the nightstand drawer, and put a large amount on his stiff tool. Katherine rubbed his thick hard shaft until he exploded all over her tits. Katherine tipped him $50.00 before sending him on his way. That gave her enough time to shower and get ready for her next date. Katherine put on heels and a short black lace robe and left it untied. Her next date showed up promptly at 10:30PM as planned, she too was just what Katherine ordered; young, pretty and well endowed. Katherine poured them both a drink; they both sat on the bed and talked for a few minutes. Katherine’s open robe left little to the imagination the girl caught quite a few glimpses of Katherine’s breasts and closely cropped snatch. After finishing her drink, the girl stripped down and Katherine removed her lace robe. Katherine began to caresses and explore the girls ripe young body; sucking and rubbing her tits. Katherine instructed her date to lye on the bed and spread her legs wide. Katherine began to explore her sweet shaved pussy, gently rubbing her smooth soft labia before pulling them apart to rub her clit. Katherine slowly began to rub her clit and the girl began to moan softly. Katherine started to lick and suck her clit, a few minutes later she came, lying out of breath on her back.

 PART TWO SOON!!

Senior Year: A Day at the Fair With Devin & Julia, pt. 1

JackntheBox on Cheating Stories

Okay…

 

So I’ve been a little blocked lately. Haven’t written much.

 

All the big guys, the published novelists whose advice I’ve read say it pays to keep on working. Don’t worry about the block, don’t worry about that blank sheet of snowy white paper (or that blank computer screen and that flashing, mocking little curso

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r), just keep pounding out pages – one or three or five a day until you drop or you finish that short story, or that novel, or whatever.

 

Seems like sound advice.

 

So I dove in and tried working on that novel – as clichéd as it sounds – but haven’t made much headway beyond the odd character or two, some snatches of dialog and a bit of the plot: something about an ex-heroin addict art dealer/failed painter who’s wife murdered his ex-girlfriend from college – his artistic inspiration, his muse – to snag him for herself. I’ve managed to write a sort-of synopsis of about five pages in a dog-eared notebook that I left on my dining room table, and which has recently – and mysteriously - disappeared.

 

It’s been a little frustrating, having no inspiration. I felt like my own muse (such as it was) had suddenly dried up, got pissed off and left the building; or maybe was killed by my girlfriend, just like the poor schlep in my sort-of novel, as some sort of crazy punishment for my writing these sex stories about my life…

 

I felt drugged, sedated – listless, barren of ideas; the thought of writing another story about dicks and tits and ass was about as exciting as anticipating the sheer joy of a big old hangover after a long, weekend bender.

 

And then we – my girlfriend and I – went out to dinner with her brother and his wife to celebrate their daughters tenth birthday. I probably shouldn’t use anybody’s real name, since you never know who’s going to eventually read this.

 

So let’s call my girlfriend Diana, and her brother can be Hubby, and his wife… Oh, let’s call her Julia.

 

Ah, Julia.

 

It was just a nice, quiet dinner at their daughter’s favorite place: a local rib joint. We’ve gone out with them lots of times before. I wasn’t expecting to be inspired, or anything. But then, sitting across the table from the beautiful woman who, after the last eleven years, may as well be my sister-in-law…

 

Well…

 

My muse suddenly seems to have returned.

 

***

 

So here’s the deal: If you’ve been following along with my stories, you may have noticed a goofy, reoccurring theme in my writing – a theme that even I hadn’t fully realized until only recently, when my girlfriend somehow got the idea that I was cheating on her and decided to snoop around a little.

 

Amateur sleuth that she is, Diana booted up my computer and read most of my stories. Afterwards, during the ensuing argument(s) about who was it and why was I and just who the fuck was it and how could you do this (and so on), she pulled out the story ammo and fired a chunk of it straight back at me, not so nicely pointing out that I seemed to want to fuck her brother’s wife.

 

Oh, I said. Well, I said.

 

Ouch.

 

There was more like that; a lot of vague sputtering and apologizing on my part. None of it did much good; I was caught, like a fish on a hook. I did what I did, and I was found out, fair and square. I can’t deny the fact that the whole confrontation was embarrassing and what I did was hurtful and I felt like a shit-heel, even though – truthfully – I really didn’t actually do anything with anyone except via email, which regretfully is close enough to cheating for a lot of bad feelings to surface.

 

 

* If you’ll indulge me, here’s a little side note, a tidbit regarding the psychology of a woman who suspects her significant other of having an affair. Something I noticed and I find quite interesting, regarding my girlfriend’s reaction:

 

After she read my anonymous emails and some of my stories - several that are published here - the thing that most upset her wasn’t the fact that I’d lost my virginity to my aunt when I was five.

 

Or that I’d been bound and anally gang-raped by my freaky transgender high school French teacher and her gay friends during a Halloween party my senior year.

 

Or that I’d kept seeing her and one of her friends for several years after.

 

Or that I’d tried to kill an old friend and the creep he’d fallen in with while in prison, who had kidnapped and raped a girl who was an employee of mine, who I’d slept with once.

 

Or that my film career began as a porno director and sometime star…

 

And so on and so forth…

 

No – the thing that upset her, that almost ripped our relationship apart, was that I might – might – be having an affair.

 

I don’t really know what this means, other than she was pissed that I was e-fucking somebody – and therefore in her mind I was probably sleeping with them in real life too. Which – granted – is a completely valid concern, and I openly admit that I sent and read and enjoyed the dirty emails. So basically she was right, and I was cheating. Mentally, at least.

 

But you’d think the other stuff would have at least bothered her a little more than it seemed to.

 

Right?

 

Anyway. Back to the story in progress…

 

 

Now, my infatuation with Diana’s sister-in-law was supposed to be a completely private fantasy. I’ve had the hots for Julia for years and frankly, I don’t really know why. She’s awfully moody: one minute she’s nice and sweet and fun and a kick to be around; then turn around and she acts like she doesn’t know you – or worse, if you aren’t lucky. Her mood swings seemed to get worse after she had her kids.

 

Julia’s quite attractive, I think, in an interesting sort of way: She’s got strong, bone-sharp facial features, an aristocratic bearing with a long, graceful neck and small, well-formed hands and feet; bluish-green eyes, and a light, Nordic complexion; jaw-length, bobbed straw-blonde hair (that’s currently tinted slightly red – which is another big turn-on for me). She’s shaped a bit like a pear, with a little tiny waist and huge, cannonball size breasts; with wide hips and a big, round, bubble ass – she reminds me of a woman in some Renaissance painting.

 

Her weight fluctuates a lot, up and down with her moods. She’ll work out with a personal trainer, start getting into shape. Then she’ll binge eat and pack on the pounds. Right now she’s on an upswing. She’s stopped wearing her skinny clothes. Now it’s lots of baggy sweaters, and pleated slacks instead of jeans. Lots of black clothes to help hide the weight.

 

On the plus side, her tits are suddenly f’n enormous right now; bigger than usual - like round, ripe cantaloupes, with cherries on top. All during dinner, I couldn’t stop staring. It was a crazy experience. I was horrified I was going to be noticed, get busted; that Diana would catch me peeking, or her brother, or – maybe the worst and most embarrassing scenario of all, that Julia would notice me staring.

 

But I couldn’t stop myself.

 

It was around a solid hour of: Stare at her tits, look away at the waitresses. Think: Oh my God they’re big! Stare at her tits, avoid hubby’s eyes. Think: Look at those f’n nipples! Stare at her tits, eat a soggy French-fry. Think: Lord, don’t let Diana see me looking…

 

And on and on like that.

 

So we’re all talking, gabbing about nothing specific - the usual innocuous family get-together chatter. About halfway through the meal Julia was telling me about this great recipe she had for ribs and how she should email it to me, when around us the subject of the conversation took a turn to summer vacations, and how wouldn’t it be fun for all of us to go on one together, when suddenly Julia turned to her husband and busted out with “You know, I’d like to go to the county fair this year.”

 

My girlfriend made some polite noises, along with everyone else listening in on the conversation, like: yeah, right. Hubby rolled his eyes. Nodded and chuckled, like: The fair. Okay honey. Sure. We’ll think about that.

 

He patted her on the back, said something like: Julia used to be a farm girl. Sometimes she misses the animals. Then he turned and went back to his food.

 

So Julia turned to me, looked me right in the eye, and asked, “What about you Dev? Want to go with me? Apparently my husband won’t.”

 

There was another round of polite chuckles from everyone at the table. Like, Oh, that Julia. What a kidder. What a comedienne. Always joking around. Ha-ha.

I’d have felt that way too. I would’ve laughed and blown off the comment just like everyone else.

 

Except while the waitresses brought out cake and everyone else turned their attention to the birthday girl, Julia kept looking at me. Staring intently. Never took her eyes off mine. Kept my gaze locked for a heartbeat.

 

And two.

 

And three.

 

Raised her eyebrows, like she was throwing down the gauntlet. A challenge, like: How about it Dev? You up for it? I am.

Frankly, I wasn’t sure if I was.

 

In the back of my mind, the common sense part of me, the angel on my shoulder, was screaming, this isn’t what you think it is! She’s not asking you for a date, you idiot! And then another part of me, that stupid devil guy part on my other shoulder, said, But what if she is? Wouldn’t this be the perfect time – it’s so blatant, nobody here would even suspect…

And it went on like that for a while, until finally the angel boiled the whole scenario down to: Why the hell do you want to go to a fair anyway? All those animals, poop and pee stink everywhere… With your allergies, you’ll sneeze your head off. And don’t even talk to me about the Porta-Potties…

***

 

Eventually the evening came to a close. We packed up the leftovers and headed outside to the parking lot and our respective vehicles. The kids ran around, screaming, working off their collective sugar high. Everyone else said their goodbyes.

 

Julia gave me a quick hug; a chaste little pat on the back, while I was trying to hide my sudden boner and still enjoy the feel of her breasts pressed against my chest. I must’ve looked like a pre-teen kid at his first boy-girl dance: bent slightly forward at the waist, the crotch of my jeans stretched out like a tent, my ass backed as far away from her body as I could get it and still allow me to return the hug (Yes, yes. And to feel up the titties as well. Priority number one – always grab the opportunity to feel up the titties).

 

In retrospect, there was no way she couldn’t have noticed my hard-on; I may have well just dry-humped her leg for all the good my contortions were doing. It would’ve still been  as uncomfortable as all hell, but at least I would’ve had a little fun.

 

Into my ear she whispered, “Don’t forget about the fair, okay?”

Then she let me go, glanced down at my crotch, gave me a coy smile, and went to gather her kids.

 

***

 

Now, this is not without precedent. Here’s a little history:

 

A few years ago, we were all at another get-together, a big picnic at a local high-school soccer field on the Fourth of July. We tagged along with several of Julia/Hubby’s friends and neighbors. We ate (barbecue again!) and drank; played Frisbee with the kids; had a good time and generally made merry, passing time until the sun went down and the prerequisite firework show began.

 

The kids got antsy, gallons of soda hitting their nervous systems all at the same time; the sugary liquid running right through them. Julia took her daughter to the bathroom, left with a couple other women and their kids.

 

Diana and I got bored with the festivities, and, feeling antisocial, took a long walk around the field. As the sun was beginning to set, we ran into Julia, stuck about halfway through the Porta-Potty line, along with about a hundred other parents and their about-to-pee-my-pants kids.

 

She and her friends were chatting. Diana pointed and we waved. Julia and her daughter waved back. I smiled. Julia smiled back. We kept on walking. Her friends kept on chatting. We walked on by.

 

Julia kept on looking.

 

I felt eyes on my back, glanced over my shoulder.

 

Julia was still looking. At my ass.

 

And smiling.

 

Later, after the fireworks had ended and we were waiting for the drunken mob in the school parking lot to clear out, I was leaning on the fender of my car, standing around with Diana and Julia’s Hubby.

 

Chatting.

 

Julia standing just off to my left. Close enough to touch.

 

I could hear her breathing.

 

Diana and her brother got bored with the conversation, turned and tossed the Frisbee with the kids.

 

Julia said something to me that I didn’t quite catch, and patted my leg. At least I think she tried to pat my leg, because she missed.

 

She got my crotch instead. But she played it off, casual. Didn’t say a word.

 

Just smiled.

 

Then she got in the car and waited for her family, alone, until they all piled into their Saab and left.

 

I spent the ride home with a happy, warm, tingling hard-on, thinking about how lucky I was that Julia had misjudged her goodbye pat and missed my thigh, and wondering if she’d done it on purpose.

 

*

 

Remembering that Fourth of July got me thinking. Related memories came flooding back, like they do.

 

Every Wednesday was game night at their house. Diana and I tried to go as little as humanly possible, but we got roped in one night. Julia was already a little tipsy by the time we arrived. She had that slightly flushed look to her face when we got there, acting kind of breathless and sweaty and silly around her friends.

 

I really hadn’t wanted to go – Diana had to bribe me into it. Soon as Julia opened the door, my attitude changed. She’d had her second child not long before, but by that time she was in one of her monster work-out modes, had lost most of the weight she’d gained during her pregnancy, and looked fantastic: slim and fit, dressed in a black silk blouse that strained to cover her milk-heavy breasts, a lacy red wrap-around skirt, silk stockings, high heels that I imagined were really uncomfortable, but made her strong, muscular legs almost irresistible.

 

All I wanted to do was run my hands over them. Caress them softly, for hours and hours.

 

After a spirited round of air hockey, in which I fought hard to the end but lost – gracefully, I might add – to Hubby, I spent most of the evening just following Julia around, from room to room. Doing my best to be inconspicuous and failing miserably while I kept glancing her way.

 

I blamed my inability to appear discreet on the beer I kept sipping. Damn beer.

 

It got late. A few couples went home. Eventually everybody left – all the die-hard, alcoholics, er, gamers – ended up in the kitchen, standing at the counter or lounging at the table, drinking and eating chips and salsa. It didn’t take long for the conversation to shift to Julia’s last pregnancy, and Hubby made some drunken, off-hand comment about how “…Julia’s doctor said that she’s so fertile, she can get knocked up at the drop of a hat...”

 

Julia blushed heavily, and got really, really quiet; she stared down at her hands and picked nervously at the paper label on her drink bottle. Hubby never even noticed how badly he’d embarrassed her. He just kept on talking, as if she wasn’t even there. A few minutes later, she stood up and wandered off. Feeling natures call after all the beer I’d swigged, I excused myself and went looking for the restroom.

 

Hubby was making lots of money now, and their house was big and new, and I had only been there maybe once or twice. The only bathroom I knew of was upstairs, down the hall next to the master bedroom.

 

The muffled sound of drunken laughter followed me up, while my over-full bladder was desperately trying to send me warning signs. I found the bathroom, heard a noise from beyond the partially open door at the end of the hall.

 

Someone was crying, but trying hard to keep it under control.

 

I already knew who it was, but I crept closer, and peeked; carefully peered into the room. I couldn’t help myself. I’m a sucker for a crying woman.

 

Saw Julia, sitting on the edge of her bed, weeping. I must not have been as sneaky as I thought I was, because she stood abruptly and viciously wiped tears away from her swollen, red-rimmed eyes; smoothed her skirt down over her hips.

 

We stood there for what seemed like ages. Not moving. Not speaking. We just stood, staring at each other.

 

And then Julia did the strangest thing.

 

She reached up and unbuttoned her blouse. Slowly and carefully undid each tiny pearl button. Slipped the blouse off and let it fall to the carpet. Kept her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

 

Then she untied her skirt, and let it fall away. It whispered down her legs, pooled at her feet.

 

Time froze. I held my breath. Heard the pounding of my heart in my chest; heard the low roar of the blood burning in my ears.

 

She bent over and slipped off her shoes, her face still tilted upwards, eyes on mine. Her creamy-white breasts jiggled slightly, trapped in the cotton cups of her nursing bra. A small cross on a delicate silver necklace dangled, caught deep in the cleft between her breasts. She stood up slowly, ran her hands up her thighs to the waistband of her white, satin slip. Turned until her back was to me and pushed the clinging material down over her hips; bent again and pushed until the slip pooled on the floor with her skirt.

 

My tongue felt swollen and thick, stuck to the roof of my mouth. I couldn’t swallow. I couldn’t breathe. My entire world had narrowed to this; my view of Julia, very slowly and surely taking off her clothes in front of me.

 

She straightened and turned to me again, her hands loose at her sides. She brushed the last of her tears from her cheeks, shook her hair back. That image of her, with her tear-streaked face, clothed only in her bra, panties, and stockings, burned deep into my mind.

 

Julia raised her arms, cupped her breasts, and stepped towards me. Then she reached out, and quietly shut the door.

 

I licked my dry lips.

 

A few moments later my head started to clear, and I managed to stagger into the bathroom.

 

*

 

Fast forward a few years. Julia was getting ready to throw a surprise party for her Hubby, planning the bash with Diana and her mom, who was now living with us. Actually, she was splitting time between babysitting for Julia and Hubby at their place, and annoying the hell out of me the rest of the time. It was summer, and Julia had cut her beautiful hair, shaved it close and spiky; prompting her little boy to say she was the ugliest mom in the world.

 

Made her cry, the little shit.

 

Honestly, it did take a little getting used to, but after a while I kind of liked the cut. It showed off the slope of Julia’s neck. She and Hubby had taken up cycling, and they’d just come back from their anniversary, a two-week long trip to Maui. She was tanned a deep, even nut-brown, and was as sexy as I’d ever seen her. She’d taken to wearing tight khaki shorts and open blouses over low-cut t-shirts.

 

Amazing.

 

So the day of the big surprise, I get stuck holding Hubby’s birthday present. It had been hidden at our house so he wouldn’t stumble across it, and I had to take it to work with me for Julia to pick up.

 

I’m a partner in a small film production company. My other partners are friends of mine, Dave and Swan. It was lunch time when she showed up, and I was the only person still in the office. I met her in our tiny lobby. We said hi, made small talk. She was in her shorts and t-shirt mode, and I was once again having trouble keeping my attention from drifting down to her cleavage.

 

I had a song running through my head the entire time she was there, something along the lines of: Julia has great big boobies; big, big boobies… I want to suck her boobies, and squeeze her bootie too…

It went on and on like that, until she left. The building was quiet, and I got to work, poking around in my office, quietly singing my new favorite song about Julia’s boobs and bootie to myself. I had my back turned to the door, obliviously dinking around on my computer, so intent on what I was doing that I never noticed her come back into the shop, or prop herself against the doorframe and listen to me singing, happily embellishing my dirty little ditty.

 

Feeding me rope.

 

After a bit she cleared her throat and yanked the invisible rope tight. I jumped, about had a heart attack. She made a face. Tilted her head and smirked at me. Embarrassment came fast. I felt the blood rush to my face, felt my cheeks burn.

 

She pointed at the gaily wrapped package on the shelf above my desk.

 

“I forgot the present,” she said.

 

“Oh.” I nodded, playing it smooth. “Right. Can’t forget that.”

 

I grabbed the box, handed it to her. Our fingers brushed when she took it. A ragged jolt of electricity ran through me, leaving my fingertips tingling when it passed.

 

Julia shook the box slightly, grinned. Then she turned and left. The air rushed out of me and I collapsed weakly in my leather chair.

 

I almost wished I’d had the heart attack.

 

Instead, I called my partner, Swan. Told him all about planting my foot firmly in my mouth.

 

First thing out of his was, “Dude, you fuck her?”

 

“What? No!”

 

“Should’a, man. Should’a bent her over right there on your desk.”

 

Typical. My friends.

 

I spent the rest of the afternoon wondering if I could somehow weasel out of attending the party.

 

Turned out I couldn’t. Not without culling a shitload of bad mojo between me and Diana. So I took one for the team and sweated it out; my paranoia reading volumes into every little glance Julia tossed my way, wondering what the innuendo of each, casual comment she made held.

 

It was a long night.

 

At the end, I got another chaste, goodnight hug and another tiny smile from Julia, and spent a long ride back to the house with Diana. Her mom stayed the weekend at Julia’s, so she and Hubby could go up to their mountain hideaway to celebrate his birthday privately. Julia was supposed to drive Mom – Marleen - back to our place on Monday.

 

I was so relieved to finally get out of their house that little detail completely slipped from my mind.

 

*

 

So Monday rolled around like a bad bout of stomach flu. Fortunately, it was my day off. Swan was at the office instead, editing raw film stock for a project we were working on. Diana was gone at work and I was home alone, sitting at the dining room table with my pants down around my ankles, nasty porn on the laptop, merrily jacking off to beat the band, so to speak.

 

Getting to the good part, if you know what I mean. Heh.

 

Then somebody opened the back door and walked noisily into the kitchen. I heard two voices, muffled under the loud, phony moans of cocaine induced passion emitting from my laptops’ speakers.

 

I realized that I knew both the new voices. I froze with my hand on the goods, with lingerie covered tits and ass on the screen, scrubby, heroin-addict looking guys with big fat dicks giving what-for to tiny little women with fake tits. Then I heard footsteps, coming my way.

 

I slammed the laptop shut and jumped to my feet – as best I could with my pants down, anyway – wondering wildly if I could just disappear, or, failing that, if maybe I could crawl under the table and hide.

 

Totally stupid idea.

 

Even in my crazed state, my rational mind knew our little table was way too small to make a decent hiding place for a midget, much less for my six-foot, two hundred pound, partially-clothed bod. We didn’t even have a tablecloth. My hairy ass would stick right out.

 

Instead, I shuffled as fast as I could behind a chair, vainly trying to jerk my pants up with one hand, while using the other to try and cover my rapidly dwindling erection. My jeans, which up to that point in time had given me long years of faded, broken-in, ripped-crotch comfort decided they hated me and stuck down around my knees.

 

I made it behind the chair and pressed my dick against the back of the thin wood frame, just as Marleen came rushing into the dining room.

 

I froze, praying to a blindly merciful God (not the fire-and-brimstone God of the Old Testament. No. I was praying to a kinder and gentler God, the Heavenly Being who finds endless amusement in torturing mere mortals by setting up these types of practical jokes). Prayed that if I didn’t move and didn’t breathe, I could somehow blend right into the wallpaper.

 

Maybe my prayers worked. Marleen scooted right past without even glancing my way, just waved her hand in my general direction and mumbled something about having to pee like a racehorse.

 

I blinked in surprise; let my breath out in a whoosh. Let my guard down.

 

Said a quiet thank you to the Almighty.

 

He, however, is nothing if not a Mighty Jokester, as you probably already realize.

 

Just as I slumped over in relief, Julia walked into the room, looking grumpy and distracted, mouth open, ready to continue her conversation with Marleen.

 

Then she noticed me: my pants still nowhere up around where they should be, still clinging to my knees. She blinked and shook her head, like she was seeing things. Like crazy, drunken half-naked man had just materialized in my dining room.

 

I grinned. Gave her a feeble wave. “Hi, Jule,” I said.

 

She blinked again. Then a big, surprised smile spread across her face.

 

“Well, hi, Dev.”

 

Beat.

 

She was staring, her gaze leveled just below my navel. I couldn’t blame her. I’d probably be staring at the crazy, half-naked man too. If I wasn’t the crazy, half-naked man.

 

I could hear the silent laughter of the Almighty, ringing in my head.

 

Julia licked her lips, looked at the computer. Back at me. Put two and two together. Raised a pretty eyebrow.

 

“Not expecting company?”

 

“Ah…well, no. Not really.”

 

She moved a little to her right. Got a better view. I grabbed my crotch with both hands and shuffled towards the back of the table.

 

“I see.” Yes, she did. The whole f’n world probably could.

 

I got a good grip on my pants and tried to wiggle them up, but just to add fuel to the fire, my cock decided to spring anew, as it were. Popped right up, poking straight out at Julia. I couldn’t pull the damn jeans over the thing.

 

“Wow. That’s pretty impressive.”

 

I laughed weakly.

 

Julia’s look of curiosity changed. She took a step closer, ran the tip of a finger along the edge of my table. I swear I could feel her fingernail on my flesh. My cock twitched, got even bigger. I shuffled backwards, an inch at a time, but she caught me. Stopped, barely an inch away from me.

 

I froze again, trying to hold up my pants and hide my stuff at the same time.

 

She was breathing lightly, easily. She slowly, gently put both of her hands on my chest. They felt like they were on fire, like they would burn through my t-shirt. I watched the moist, pink tip of her tongue flick out and lick her lips. It seemed like it was moving in slow motion. Her hands moved lower, towards my belly. Her perfect eyes fluttered closed. She pursed her lips, leaned in…

 

Down the hall, the toilet flushed. The bathroom door banged open. Marleen stomped out, grumbling something about there never being enough toilet paper in the house.

 

Julia’s eyes snapped open, and she shoved me into the living room. Turned on her heel and faced the hallway, crossed her arms under her breasts. I scrambled and hid behind the wall as Marleen stalked back into the dining room.

 

“Finished?” Julia, acting impatient, tapping her foot, improvising. “We need to get the rest of your stuff from the car. I’ve got to go.”

 

“Right, right.” Marleen. “Okay.”

 

I heard Marleen bustle back into the kitchen. Julia popped her head into the living room as I was buttoning up my fly.

 

She shot me a wicked grin, then disappeared.

 

I crashed back against the wall, exhausted. I could still hear somebody laughing, the sound of it ringing in my ears.

 

*

 

So there’s the history. Most of it, anyway. There’s more, like the time Julia got really interested in purchasing art, and since I had an art background of sorts, she invited me along to go to some kind of an art festival with her. The festival was a yearly thing, held out of town. Far enough away that we would’ve been gone a day or two. She was going to rent a hotel room for us. A single room, to ‘save money’.

 

Everyone seemed okay with the idea, except for me. Granted, Julia made a point to mention that the room had double beds. But – call me crazy, here – how many young, newly-wed women invite their sister-in-law’s boyfriend on a weekend long trip, and shack up with him, alone, in a hotel room?

 

The art phase blew over pretty quickly, and we never did go to the festival. Not long after, Julia found out she was pregnant. Hubby passed out during the first ultrasound, and didn’t fare much better during the Lamaze classes.

 

She asked if I would be her coach.

 

After the shock wore off, I actually went to one class with her before she was finally able to convince Hubby to join her. It was probably the strangest, most surreal thing I’ve ever done, letting her lean up against me, holding her while we practiced breathing together. I needed to travel to California for business when Julia had the actual delivery, but Diana was there, encouraging Julia to breathe and trying to keep her brother from fainting dead away before his daughter was born.

 

Later, she told me that during one of the contractions she saw Julia poop; one little, golden nugget that shot out of her butt, right before the first part of her daughters head oozed into view.

 

You can’t imagine how glad I was that I missed that.

 

Then there was the time about a year ago, when I found out that Prince (you know: The Artist Formerly Known As, who Now Was Again…) was coming to town to play two shows. Last time to hear the old hits live!

 

I freaked out. I was a Prince fan from wa-ay back. How could I miss seeing him screech out Little Red Corvette one last time? I was with Diana, in her car, reading one of the free, hip local papers, and asked her to go.

 

She laughed. Basically said forget it. But hey, she said, Julia loves Prince. Why don’t you ask her to go? (This was before the whole suspected affair confrontation, obviously – )

 

“You’re kidding.” I said.

 

“No, really.”

 

So I said okay, grabbed my cell phone and called. Hubby answered. I asked Hubby if it was okay if I asked his wife out on a date, and he laughed and said sure, and he handed the phone to Julia, and I told her what was up and asked her if she wanted to go with me, and then she freaked out, and then she said sure, and I said that I’d buy the tickets in the next day or so, and she started planning out the whole night…

 

I called about seating the next day, and found out that the tickets were some God-awful, astronomical amount, even for the cheap seats. Expensive, like it would cost me about three hundred bucks for the two of us to go, even with crappy seats.

 

Probably about typical for arena shows nowadays, but man! Three hundred bucks! And I wasn’t expecting to get anything after the show, like a real date. Not even a kiss. I figured that if I really wanted to hear Little Red Corvette, I could just pop on the CD for free.

 

Julia seemed really bummed when I called her back a week later and let her know both of the shows had sold out.

 

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So.

 

Now it’s springtime. The skies are turning blue, the birds are chirping, flowers are blooming; it’s the time of year when a man’s fancy turns to thoughts of love, and all that.

 

My allergies are making me sneeze something fierce. Business is good: Swan and I are shooting a new series of television commercials. My writers block is just – seems to be, anyway – a fading memory. I found my missing notebook stuffed in our junk drawer. Now the novel is slowly moving along. Maybe it’ll eventually see the light of day.

 

Yesterday I got an email from Julia. I haven’t heard from her in a while. Not since the fallout between me and Diana over the anonymous sexy emails. She finally sent me her famed barbecue recipe (the barbecue connection again!). I’d forgotten all about it.

 

Sounded good, so I tried it out and spent all day cooking. After seven hours with ribs broiling in the oven, the house smelled delicious.

 

Now I’m sitting here, munching on some truly dy-no-mite barbecue, listening to my iPod while I write this, thinking about all the stuff I’ve mentioned (I swear my iPod can read my mind. These are the last four songs it played, in order: We Got A Date, by 24-7 Spyz; So In Love, by Curtis Mayfield; Fishbone’s Bonin’ In The Boneyard; and Just Cuz She Was Nice, by Weapon of Choice – The four stages of a relationship: the first kiss, the first bloom of love, the first sex, the eventual nasty breakup).

 

To the point of all this: Along with the recipe, she sent a reminder that the Fair was going to open on Friday, and she wanted to know if we were still going. She’d drive us down, and we could make a full day of it then come back late; or we could just crash at a cheap hotel for the night and drive back home the next afternoon.

 

Let me know soon, she wrote.

 

So. Okay. I’ve read this email several times now. Haven’t replied yet, mainly because I’ve been reading it over and over.

 

Wondering.

 

Here’s what I’ve been thinking: For the most part, I can separate fantasy from reality. All shit aside, I’m a normal, rational guy, intelligent enough to know that thinking with my dick makes me read things into situations like these – things that I interpret as sexual innuendo – when really nothing of the kind is going on.

 

I casually mentioned the email to Diana, and she’s been teasing me about it ever since. But I think she’s cool with it. We’ve spent a lot of time these last months trying to repair our relationship. I think she trusts me again, at least a little. I hope so. I like her a lot, and I don’t want to screw things up again.

 

And then there’s Julia’s marriage. They’ve got their share of problems, to be sure, but I know that Julia’s husband loves her, and I think she loves him too.

 

But…there’s all this stuff….

 

I’m in a quandary; on the horns of a dilemma. I can’t decide whether or not to go. I know what my motivation for going with her is, but I’m just not sure about Julia’s reasons for asking me.

 

So, dear reader, knowing what you do of my relationship woes, I’ll leave it to a vote.

 

Do I go? If I do, will there be more to this little drama? How will my day at the fair turn out? Will I finally get to knock boots with Julia? Am I just a testosterone driven idiot to even consider it?

 

Let me know what you think, and I’ll let you know how everything turns out…

 

 

 

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My trip with Jena – Part 2

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We had dinner with the crew, then started home Jena was up front with me and Pam was in the back. It was dark by the time we got on the road. After a couple on minutes, Jena turned around to talk to Pam. Doing that she mo

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ved closer to me. Slowly she put her hand out and started rubbing my leg. Pam couldn’t see because the seats are so high, so Jena got a little braver and started stroking my dick through my paints. It was thrilling have my rock hard dick stroked and Pam not knowing a thing. I had button fly jeans on, and Jena started to undo them. It took a little while just using one hand, but she finally got my dick free. She started stroking it and rubbing the pre-cum over it. About that time Pam asked me how long it would be before we got home. I managed to croak an answer. She asked what was wrong with my voice. I told her in a stronger voice that I just needed some water cause my mouth was dry. With that she said that she had a bottle of water and leaned forward to give it to me. Jena and I knew that we were about to get busted. Pam leaned forward to hand the water when she saw Jena jacking my exposed dick. She yelled, “How long has this been going on”. I didn’t know what to say, but Jena, who never stopped jacking me, said it started last night. She told her everything we’d done, and begged her not to be mad and tell our spouses. It was something that just happened. Pam thought about it, at the same time watching Jena jacking me. She said she wouldn’t say anything if she could change places with Jena and have some of my hard dick too. Well, I was the happiest one in the car, and Jena slid over the seat and Pam mover up front. Pam leaned over and started sucking my dick right away. She was on her knees like Jena had been the night before. Jena not wanting to be left out, sat forward, lifted Pam's skirt up and started rubbing her pussy. I was driving 70 miles an hour with and orgy starting in the car, and I was hoping we would live thru it. Pam decided that she wanted to fuck. We saw that there was a rest stop a couple of miles away. We pulled in and parked as far away from the other cars as we could. We all got in the back seat and Pam pulled her panties off, faced me and pushed my dick into her very wet pussy. Jena opened Pam’s blouse, pushed her bra up and started sucking her nipples. I couldn’t believe we were doing this in a busy rest stop, but it was too much fun to stop now. Pam started to cum and her pussy started griping my dick. She came and sat up to fast and hit her head on the roof of the car. She leaned down and told me that she wanted to shot my cum in her pussy. As soon as she said that, she squeezes her pussy hard around my dick, and I started shooting deep into her cunt. She got off me and Jena leaned over and started sucking the love juices off my dick. Pam leaned back and started fingering the cum out of her pussy and sharing it with me. As Pam and I started catching our breath, Jena said she needs to be serviced too. Pam leaned over and got her shoulder bag off the floor. She then pulled out two rubber dildos. My jaw dropped. I never would have guessed that she would be carrying those around with her. Thank God for a large back seat. She gave one to Jena and then they both leaned back and started to slide them into their wet pussies. I’m sitting there with them on either side of me, and my dick gets hard again looking at them. Jena see me sitting there stroking my dick and leans over and starts sucking it even harder. Pam starts having an orgasm and when it subsides, she pulls the dildo out and said she’s had enough and her pussy can’t take anymore. She moves over as far as she can, and then tells us to get into a 69 with me on top. I’m not sure what she’s got in mind, but we do as she asks. With my face buried my Jena’s pussy and her sucking my dick, I then feel another set of lips on my ass. Pam is licking my ass! She starts working her way to my ass hole where she is now sticking her tongue in my ass. Never have I had anything like this. All of the sudden she pulls her tongue away and I’m disappointed. Then I feel something else there. Pam has her dildo and she’s trying to get it in my ass. Since I like that, I relaxed, and she put it all the way in and started pumping it. I’d forgotten that I was eating Jena’s pussy until she started to cum. Her orgasm started mine and I was shooting a load of cum down Jena’s throat. Pam pulled the dildo out and took my dick from Jena’s mouth and finished it up. Well, there we were naked, all wrapped up around each other, in the backseat of a Town car with other cars going by! We all sat back and started laughing. We couldn’t believe what we’d just done or where we’d done it. We got home a little latter they what we planed, and I was real happy that my wife was asleep so I could shower before she could smell Jena and Pam all over me. I’m hoping that we have another trip SOON!

She had never had it, damn did she like it!

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When I would go by the store, our conversations were always normal, no teasing or sexual talk

Primarily Yours

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It should have been a time of happiness but it wasn’t.  Instead, it seemed like Laura was trying to put a puzzle together that she would never see the end of.

It seemed her

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mother, Charlotte, was more excited about the wedding than she was. Her mother was determined to make everything perfect. Laura had wanted everything to be perfect too at first, but she was to the point now that she didn’t care. She just wanted to get the planning over with so they could move on the next step.

Charlotte had become a jolly pain in the ass over the last few months. She insisted on planning every aspect of the wedding. She was way too nitpicky for Laura’s taste when it came to clothing.

She would take Laura to all kinds of wedding stores and have her try on just about everything in the building. She experimented with different shades of make-up for each dress and different scents of perfume to go along with the outfits. For once, Laura knew how it felt to be a model.

She was standing on a stood in their living room in her wedding dress. Her mother was standing in front of her meticulously searching for flaws. Her eyes danced across Laura without a hint of dissatisfaction until she got to the shoes.

“Sweetheart, I think your platforms are just too tall. It makes your dress look too short.”

Laura looked down, and sure enough, the bottom of her wedding gown was raised just enough to show a little ankle.

Exasperated, she said, “Mother, it’s late. All the stores are closed. I don’t have time to get new shoes before the wedding tomorrow. What am I going to do?”

She was on the verge of tears. Preparing for a marriage was way more stress than she expected. She stomped her foot and started fidgeting. The joy drained from her eyes and she started to pout.

“Take a breath,” Charlotte said with a rye smile. She caressed her daughter’s face with both hands and said, “The first time I laid eyes on you, your face was all scrunched up like it is right now. You were three years old when I adopted you and I told you then that I would always make sure that everything was alright. Is that what you need to hear right now?”

“I can’t even wear your shoes because your feet are so much smaller than mine,” said Laura. Her attitude wasn’t getting any better.

“I can make the dress longer, Honey. Take it off.”

“You don’t have time to make the dress longer,” said Laura as she peeled the white gown off her shoulders.

Her hair was dark and flowed to the bottoms of her breasts, which were currently exposed because she wasn’t wearing a bra under the dress.

They were unsure of her ethnic background. She could pass for Caucasian, but her eyes were so slanted. There had to be some Asians in her family tree somewhere.

Her boobs were large and firm, but with just enough sag to let you know they were real. Her waist was slim and her ass, petite, but round and very supple.

“You have a million things to do before the wedding tomorrow,” Laura continued. The only thing she was wearing now was her panties.

“Have you got any better ideas?” asked Charlotte . She folded the dress being careful not to let it touch the floor and draped it over the back of the couch.

“Yeah,” said Laura flopping onto the loveseat with her arms folded. “Call the wedding off; I don’t wanna do it.”

Laura had been a brat from the moment her mother adopted her and apparently marriage wasn’t going to change that. The only difference between the three-year-old Laura and the adult version was that her tits had grown enormously.

Charlotte kneeled in front of her, said, “Sweetheart, you got the pre-wedding jitters. Everybody gets them.”

“Did you?”

“You bet I did. The day I married your father, I walked down that aisle, took one look at him and thought, ‘Am I out of my mind to marry this man?’”

Laura smiled for a moment and said, “I guess you were. You got divorced.”

“Yeah, but I got you.”

The phone rang. Charlotte got up to answer it while Laura was putting another dress on.

She heard her mother refuse to hand the phone to her, which let her know it must have been her soon-to-be husband on the other end. She didn’t care if she could talk to him as long as she could have a break.

She slipped out the back door, got in her car, and went to Lex’s house. Lex was her ex-boyfriend. The door was open when she got there so she just walked in. He was pouring a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

Laura felt butterflies in her stomach the instant she saw him. He was tall and muscular with shoulder-length, blonde hair. He’d taken Laura’s virginity and was the first man that Laura had ever loved.

The relationship faded as they got older, but they remained close friends. He was the only man that she‘d ever cheated on any of her proceeding boyfriends with.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” said Lex when he saw her approaching him.

“I don’t care,” said Laura. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Then she pushed him away and said, “You son-of-a-bitch. Why couldn’t it have been you, huh? Why can’t I be marrying you tomorrow?”

“Because you love him,” replied Lex.

“No I don’t.”

“Baby, you’re just nervous. You’ll be okay.”

“Were you nervous before you got married?” she asked.

“Yeah…all three times.”

They chuckled. She kissed him again. This time it lasted longer and she was squeezing him closer.

“Will you make love to me one more time?” she asked.

He thought it over for a brief moment. He knew it was wrong to have sex with a woman the day before her wedding, but how could he say no to those pretty brown eyes staring up at him?

He lifted her onto the countertop and began kissing her from her mouth to her breasts and didn’t stop until he’d gotten to her thighs.

Laura’s pussy was already soaked. A pleasant scent met with Lex’s nose. He became eager to get a taste of its source.

Laura let the straps fall from her shoulders and lifted the dress over her head. Lex started licking and sucking on her pussy through the panties.

She leaned back on the counter, slid her underwear off, and opened her legs as wide as they would go. She was lying on the kitchen table totally naked except for her high-heel pumps.

And there it was—Laura’s pussy. Lex hadn’t seen it in so long. It was hot and wet enough to give off a glimmer. Her pubic hairs were cut low and tapered into a triangle that seemed to be pointing to her clit.

Lex lowered his head and the cunt-licking commenced. “If I married you, I wouldn’t kiss you. I’d just kiss your pussy,” Lex said between breaths.

Laura managed a soft giggle before her head fell back and her eyes started rolling around in her head.

His tongue would soak her clit, tickle her piercing, glide up and down her cunt, and slip into her asshole for some anal rimming. All you could hear was Laura screaming like crazy.

He let her get two orgasms before he helped her to her feet and led her backwards to a wall while kissing and groping her all the way.

They kissed for a while longer. Laura’s mouth dropped open when she felt his fingers sliding into her wet pussy.

She dropped to her knees and grabbed a handful of cock. She wet her lips and took him deep, using her hand to stroke the few inches that couldn’t fit in her mouth.

Lex held onto the wall behind her for balance. Laura was sucking him hard and her hair was flying all over the place. When she paused to wiggle her tongue over the cock head, her hair was a complete mess.

“Let me fuck your mouth,” commanded Lex.

Laura opened her mouth wide and timed her suctions with his hard thrusts.

She was getting horny beyond control. Her legs spread wider with every thrust. She needed to get fucked now.

She sat on the kitchen counter next to the sink and spread her legs from east to west. They both watched the cock head as he gently slid it inside. It was so wet and swollen the hole seemed to suck him inside.

“Oh, yes, just like that,” moaned Laura.

“Just like that?” said Lex as he plunged the full length of his cock in her.

“Yes!” she screamed.

“That’s gonna make you cum.”

“YES!”

Laura was gasping and Lex was pumping harder as the minutes flew by. She wrapped a leg around him and the grip tightened as the tingle in her pussy intensified.

Loads of pussy juice began spilling down Lex’s cock as he mercilessly rammed her so hard that her head and shoulders banged against the wall behind her. She closed her eyes and dug into the countertop and let the orgasm overtake her.

“Oh, baby!” cried Lex. “Baby, take my cock and make me cum.”

He pulled his dick out and Laura fell to her knees, once again sucking, slurping and jerking his meaty cock until jets of hot cum splattered all over her lips, hands, and tits.

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When she was done, Lex helped her get dressed. They went to his home office to talk. Lex could tell something was bothering her. He assumed it was because she’d just cheated on her fiancé. She was pacing the room staring at the ceiling and she seemed to be fighting some kind of internal struggle.

“Laura, I’m sorry if you regret what just happened between us.”

She said, “It not that. It’s the wedding. My mother’s gonna kill me. I can’t go through with this. I just won’t show up at the wedding tomorrow.”

She looked away when she saw the gaze that Lex was giving her. He looked like he wanted to smack for saying something so dumb. “Well, I think you should let everybody else know so they don’t show up either,” he said.

She called her mother immediately. “Hello, mother,” she said. “I have something to tell you. I’m thinking about calling off the wedding tomorrow.”

She winced and held the phone away from her ear. Her mother yelled so loud it hurt.

In defense, she said, “Mother I said I’m just thinking about it. Will you calm down?”

There was no calming down on Charlotte’s part. She’d spent too much time and money preparing for this wedding and she knew Josh was good for her. She slammed the phone down, picked it back up and called Laura’s father.

“It’s that bitch calling,” said the voice on the other end. Charlotte heard the phone exchanging hands.

“I’m sorry, Charlotte,” said Alvin, Laura’s adopted father.

“I can’t believe you let her get away with that!” barked Charlotte. “I’d like to wash her fucking mouth out with soap!”

“Is that why you called?”

“No. I think you should talk to Laura. She’s ready to call off the whole wedding, ya know?”

“And what am I supposed to do about that?”

“Well maybe if you talk to her and change her mind about coming, then maybe she’ll feel a little better about coming.”

“You know my stand on that. I won’t go without Tammy.” Tammy was the woman who’d answered the phone.

“You are not bringing that tramp to the wedding!” yelled Charlotte. “And if you were any kind of a man, you’d put your daughter ahead of your dick for a change!”

Sarcastically, he said, “I’ll give it my sincerest consideration, Charlotte. Good bye.” He hung up.

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Lex and Laura got something to eat. They talked about Laura’s problems a little while longer and then played a short game of pool.

When the game was finished, Laura took one of the pool balls and sat on the floor. Lex sat across from her and they started rolling the ball between each other.

“And you know what the worse part about it is?” she said.

“What?”

“That my dad won’t be there to walk me down the aisle. I have to go down the aisle with my mother.”

“What’s the matter? Is he sick?”

“No. He won’t go to the wedding without his girlfriend. Me and my mother don’t want her there.”

“Why can’t he bring his girlfriend?” asked Lex.

“Because she used to be my girlfriend and he stole her. I really liked her too.”

It had been about three years earlier when she found herself lying in bed with Tammy and Josh, although she didn’t know who Tammy was at the time.

They were taking turns sucking Josh’s dick.

It was dark in the room, but there was just enough light to see each engulf his prick whole, suck him close to orgasm, and then stop and let the other take a turn.

The only thing you could hear was smacking lips and Josh’s moans. The room smelled of the ladies’ hot cunts getting wetter as they passed his meat between them and finger-fucked each other’s wet pussies.

Everything was going great until Tammy tickled Josh’s neck and asked if he remembered when he did it to her.

Anger ripped through Laura, who was Josh’s steady girlfriend at the time. She’d just realized what he had done.

She sat up and said, “Josh, I don’t think this is gonna work. I thought you were gonna get a hooker or something. What’s up with bringing your ex-girlfriend here?”

“You thought I was a hooker?” asked Tammy, appalled.

“Well, I thought you were a nobody.”

“So? I thought you were a nobody too.” She turned to Josh and barked, “What are you doing?”

His eyes flickered between the two ladies as he stared up at them. He was trying to think of something to say. His mind was blank so he got up and said he had to go to the bathroom.

When he was gone, Tammy said, “He told you I was a hooker?”

“Well, he just said he’d get somebody. I didn’t know it was gonna be you.”

“Well, I didn’t know it was gonna be you here.”

“Well, I’m really glad because I like you,” said Tammy.

Laura smiled brightly and said, “I liked you too until now.”

“So now you don’t like me anymore?” said Tammy, joking like her feelings were hurt.

Laura moved closer to her and said, “No, I like you. I think you’re cute. I always thought you were cute. This is just an awkward way to meet.” She opened her legs and put them around Tammy.

“Well I guess maybe he’s not that bad,” said Tammy. And that’s when the tongue-dueling began.

Tammy had been with many women, but it was a first for Laura. She liked the feel of a woman’s body and the tender way a woman touched her skin.

Tammy lay on top between Laura’s legs. It was odd feeling tits like her own snuggled against her chest and not feeling an eager prick nestled behind a pair a briefs on her pussy, but there was something odd but pleasurable about the experience. She was more curious than horny at that point.

She unhooked Tammy’s bra. She cupped a breast in each hand and kissed her nipples. She started kissing and kneading them. They were a little bigger than Laura’s and a lot firmer.

Tammy unhooked Laura’s bra and did the same. They kissed some more, but it was getting hotter and the moaning was getting heavier.

“You’re so soft,” whispered Laura.

Since the screaming had stopped, Josh decided to poke his head around the corner to see what was going on. His erection had gone down, but the sight of a blonde and a brunette with huge tits making out put a little spark back in his cock.

Tammy opened her legs and intertwined them with Laura’s. There was a wet spot on her panties from where her twat had been juicing.

They started grinding their hot pussies together. Juice was flowing more now because of the heat from their snatches combined with friction coming from the thin layers of their panties rubbing on each other’s clits.

Josh felt it was safe to sit on the couch on the other side of the room. The girls seemed too occupied to pay him any attention.

Sure enough, their panties were the next thing to come off. Tammy buried her face in Laura’s sweet cunt, flicking her tongue on her clit and linking her way up and down her greasy split.

Laura would go into one of her loud orgasms, kick her legs up high, and wrap them around Tammy’s head. Her pussy was tingling and juicing like crazy.

She noticed poor Josh trying unsuccessfully to cover a massive boner. It made her smile, and all of a sudden she was alright with what he had done, but she wasn’t going to let him out of the dog house that easy.

She slipped her panties off so Tammy could polish her sweet muff without restriction. Tammy slurped louder and shook her face from side to side as Laura cried out and humped her mouth.

After a few minutes, they traded places. It was Laura’s first time eating pussy. She wasn’t that good at first, but she got the hang of it quickly and soon had Tammy crying out with loads of pussy juice flowing into her mouth.

Laura liked the taste of pussy juice more than cum from a dick. The longer she ate her pussy, the more she wanted to do it. It wasn’t long before she’d given her first woman an orgasm that had her head bucking and her legs trembling.

They’d totally forgotten about Josh by now, who was lying on the couch with a pillow covering his swollen member. The only thing that kept him from stroking it himself was fact that he’d rather bury it into one—or both—of the woman and shoot his load all over their tits, which had been the original plan when they started the night off.

Fuck it. He’d had enough. He tossed the pillow aside, walked to the bed, and kneeled beside it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” asked Laura. They moved to the other side of the bed and kept kissing.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

The girls kissed harder and moaned louder. It was obvious they wanted to make him beg harder because they were trying to keep from smiling even though they were kissing.

“I’m really sorry.”

Still no answer, just making out.

“Okay, it wasn’t the greatest of moves,” he pleaded.

“Did you hear something?” asked Laura.

Tammy shook her head and dove back in for another kiss, this time with tongues a-blazing.

“What I mean to say is…if I was gonna do something like this, I wanted it to be with two women who I really respected and cared for.”

They stopped in mid-kiss. They looked at him, then each other, and burst out laughing. That was the biggest pile of horse shit that either of them had ever heard, but it was still funny and they had to give him credit for being creative.

“Come on,” he said.

“Give us the puppy dog eyes,” said Tammy.

He made his face look as sad as he could and poked his bottom lip out.

“What do you think?” asked Laura.

Tammy motioned him to join them on the bed.

He lay down, and they were taking turns sucking his cock again until Laura decided she wanted to keep getting her pussy licked by her new female fuck toy.

She lay on her back and let Tammy suck on her clit while Josh fucked her from behind.

“Oh god, oh…oh god,” groaned Laura as Josh rammed his horny prick into her tight pussy hole.

The sight of all this made Laura want to feel the dick too, so they quickly traded positions.

He started slow to let her get adjusted to the dick. He pushed into her a little farther each time until he was buried to the hilt in flesh. He pulled out and slowly eased back into her hot muff.

She started begging for it harder, needing to get fucked hard like a cheap whore while Tammy watched.

“Oh fuck yes! Fuck me hard,” she cried.

He obliged, banging her harder with every nasty word that came out of her nasty mouth.

An intense pressure rose from his testicles. He pulled out of Laura’s pussy. Tammy grabbed hold of his jumping cock and stroked a load of spunk all over Laura’s tits.

And that was beginning of the love triangle that would ruin her parent’s marriage.

Lex was speechless after hearing the story. He just stared at her with his mouth wide open in shock.

“So Tammy and I were really close for a while,” Laura said. “And then she started dating my dad. I will never forgive her for taking him away from us. And that’s why I won’t have her at the wedding.”

“I don’t blame you,” said Lex.

“Well it doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m calling off the wedding. I’m gonna do it right now.”

“No. I think you really ought to talk to Josh first. Tell him how you feel. At least you owe him that.”

He was right. She kissed him on the cheek and left.

****************

Josh was pacing the dining room. He looked uneasy and his friend, Irving, knew exactly why. He thought Josh was a fool for getting married and he wasn’t shy about telling him. As a matter fact, he told him every chance he got and he was the main reason Josh was having so many doubts in the first place.

He watched Josh pace the room from a plush chair. He sat with his arms folded with a stupid little smirk on his face and kept yammering about all the things that Josh would never get to do because he chose to get married so young.

Truth is, Irving liked the single life. He couldn’t understand the logic of settling down with one woman when he could stay single and eat at a pussy buffet any time he wanted. He kept going on and on about it.

Josh somewhat agreed with him. He said, “Everything is going good. I mean the money is coming in and stuff like that. And now I gotta think about marriage and…I just don’t know about this.”

There was a long pause. Then Irving offered to take him out to dinner to get his mind off his problems. When they got back, the furniture was in a circle and all of Josh’s friends were sitting there smiling at him.

He was confused at first, but he wasn’t dumb. He knew he’d just walked into a surprise bachelor party.

He sat down and they brought out a tall blonde who was really put together. Her tits were huge and perky and her legs were long and slender. She was wearing a black miniskirt that came to the bottom of her crotch.

She started dancing seductively, giving each man a short lap dance until she got to Irving, who took it upon himself to unzip her blouse.

She moved to the next man, turned around, bent over, spread her legs, and raised the skirt high over waist. Two ass cheeks with a black thong in the crack were less than two feet from one of Josh’s older friend’s face.

“You’re gonna give him a heart attack,” somebody joked and they all started laughing except Josh.

“Hey, buddy, what’s wrong? It’s a party, a party for you. Just relax,” said Irving.

“Feels more like a funeral. My own,” replied Josh.

Irving nodded, said, “You’ll feel a whole lot better once you get some pussy. “I’ll bring her over here and let you get started.”

When Irving looked at Josh he was shaking his head, No.

“That means yes. Good.” He called the dancer/hooker over. Pointing to Josh’s lap, he said, “Have a seat.”

The woman straddled him with her pussy pressed firm on his cock.

The other guys, except Irving, left so Josh could take care of his business, but he still wasn’t showing any interest. Instead, he asked them not to leave. They left anyway.

The woman said, “Fuck me or get married?”

“Neither,” said Josh. He made her get off of him and went in the bathroom. He did a lot of thinking. He spent a good twenty minutes in there and hadn’t gotten any further than where he was twenty minutes earlier.

Ironically enough, the best advice he’d gotten all week came from the dancer as he was walking out of the bathroom.

She was putting her clothes back on. The room smelled of used pussy. Apparently Irving had filled in for him by fucking her brains out after he left.

She said, “Why don’t you talk to your fiancée? Tell her how you really feel. Maybe you’re not ready for this yet. It’s not too late. You have the right to back out.”

It was simple commonsense, but why hadn’t he thought of that? Just tell her how he felt.

He was just about to call her when the phone rang. It was Laura. He told her to come over so they could talk.

He was on the porch when she got there. He didn’t look her in the eye. He had grown curious as to what she wanted to talk about and was wondering if it was the same thing he wanted.

Laura said, “I’m scared.”

He faced her, said, “I’m scared too. I’m afraid about going into this thing. I have a lot of imperfections.”

“It’s okay. We all do.” She hugged him around the waist. “Besides, if you were perfect, then you’d never change and you’d be boring.”

He returned her hug and said, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” said Laura, and suddenly a weight had been lifted from both their shoulders.

The wedding would go on, but there was still one thing bothering Laura immensely. Her father wouldn’t be there to give her away because he thought the love of the woman who had wrecked their happy home was more important than the love of his daughter.

The day of the wedding came. The weather couldn’t have been better for an outdoor wedding. All was going according to plan until they saw a man running their way as the preacher asked who was going to give Laura away.

“Her father,” shouted Alvin, half out of breath, and he took his place next to his beautiful, young daughter. He lifted the veil over her head and kissed her cheek. The smile on her face and the tears of joy that were welling in her eyes were priceless.

Copyright 2005

Eliza

Carmenica Diaz on Cheating Stories

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e="font-family: georgia; text-shadow: auto">by Carmenica Diaz

Eliza patted her husband’s cheek and he whimpered at the touch of her warm flesh against his.

‘Poor baby,’ she cooed, ‘so horny and so desperate.’

‘Eliza, please,’ Hunter said, his face covered with perspiration, ‘please untie me. This has gone far enough.’

‘It’s just a game, sweetie,’ Eliza smiled, her red fingernails trailing down her husband’s naked chest, ‘just  a little bondage, a little fun. A little sexy fun and you are terribly sexy when you look so needy and desperate like that.’

‘Please, baby,’ Hunter tried again, ‘it’s been hours…’

‘And you’re still hard! I think that’s a new record. I should give the Guinness people a bell!’

How could he not be hard!

For hours Eliza had strutted around in front of him in that skimpy red dress and high heels and then squatted in front of him to breathe on his rigid cock.

Every time Eliza did, he tried not to look at her crotch, not look at those tiny black panties or look down her dress at those magnificent breasts but he couldn’t! He was human, after all. And, fuck, how he loved those breasts!

Not once did her hand touch his cock – he would have come instantly if she had – not once did her lips touch it, even though he strained to push his pelvis forward when his wife lingered over his red and needy erection.

The handcuffs and the rope around his legs kept Hunter bound to the chair and he could only dream of fucking Eliza.

God, she was beautiful – beautiful and sexy!

He wanted her!

Needed her!

And all she did was tease!

And if there was one thing Eliza was good at, it was teasing. She wore the epithet Cock Tease proudly and even had those words embroidered on the crotch of a pair of pink, skimpy panties.

Eliza smiled at him as she sat on a chair opposite him, her legs slightly parted so he could glimpse her black panties.

Her large breasts threatened to spill from the skimpy top and he so wanted her!

Eliza smirked, reading his mind.

‘I suppose,’ she pouted, ‘you want to bend me over the dining table, push my dress up, pull my little panties down and fuck me?’

‘Yes!’ Hunter croaked. ‘Yes, I do!’

‘Slide your cock into my tight little pussy?’

‘Oh fuck yes!’

‘I’m so wet from teasing you, honey.’

‘Please…please,’ Hunter begged, his cock pulsing madly.

He had lost all concept of time. It was dark outside, so he realised he had been restrained and teased for at least three hours.

Three hours!

She’s insane!

‘Is that how you fucked Melinda?’ Eliza asked sweetly.

Hunter shook his head to try to concentrate.

‘Huh?’

‘I said, is that how you fucked Melinda? Bent her over your desk and fucked her from behind? Fucked her when you were supposed to be working late?’

‘Ah…’

How did she know?

‘Don’t worry, honey, I’m not going to cut your dick off,’ Eliza laughed, ‘or your balls but I thought about it.’

‘Honey…please…’

‘Look, honey,’ Eliza said as she casually unbuttoned the top of her dress and, smirking at him, eased each breast from her black lace bra cups.

‘Here are the girls! Look, my nips are hard!’

Hunter groaned and licked his lips.

‘And what do we have here?’

Hunter tried to tear his eyes away as she lifted the hem of her skirt and displayed her tiny black panties.

‘You loooove my panties, don’t you? Do you remember that time I gave you a hand job with a pair of my knickers? You loved it! Yes, darling, I think you have  a thing for my silkies!’

‘Eliza…please…please…’

‘Oh, all right,’ Eliza said brightly, ‘I’ll pull them down so you can see kitty.’

Wide eyed, Hunter watched as his wife shimmed her panties down to her knees. Smiling at him, she idly stroked herself with one finger.

‘I have a neat kitty, don’t you think? No flabby wings, just all tight and neat. Oooh, I’m sooo wet!’’

Hunter’s eyes bulged as she touched herself and then brought a glistening finger up to lick the juices

‘I have a nice taste. You don’t like to taste me much though,’ she pouted. ‘I bet you’d taste me now, wouldn’t you, honey?’ Eliza asked slyly.

Bobbing his head frantically, Hunter croaked, ‘yes! Yes, let me lick you!’

‘No,’ Eliza said, closing her eyes, ‘I think I’ll just play with myself. I’m so horny it won’t take long for me to have a sweet little come!’

‘Please…Eliza…please let me come, let me fuck you…’

‘If you slipped that dickie inside me, honey, into my wet velvet box, you’d spurt straight away!’ Eliza frowned prettily. ‘Ewww! What a mess! No, that won’t do.’

She settled back in the chair, knickers around her knees and breasts displayed.

‘I’m going to tickle myself here now and you can watch. Enjoy honey, watch and know that I’m going to love having an orgasm.’

It was agony for Hunter as Eliza slowly and delicately caressed herself using both hands. Hunter had never seen a woman masturbate before and he realised that the movements of both hands and fingers was nothing he had ever done to her.

In any other situation, it would have been mildly educational as well as erotic. Hunter realised that all those porn movies showing women masturbating were just a parody of the real act as he watched how she arranged the fingers and palms of both hands.

This was unique and she reached around with one hand while caressing with the other. He tried not to watch but couldn’t help it until, open mouthed, he watched as his wife orgasmed!

While his neglected cock throbbed madly!

Eliza opened her eyes sensuously and smiled sexily at her husband.

‘That was gorgeous, not fantastic but an appetiser for the rest of the evening. It is Friday night, after all.’

Hunter looked hopefully at his wife.

Did that mean she was going to let him loose?

Eliza pulled her knickers up and Hunter watched as they covered her pussy.

‘I’m all wet so the panties will smell a bit but that just means I’m on heat, doesn’t it, darling?’ Eliza said calmly as she buttoned her top and smoothed her dress.

‘I was a little angry when you fucked Melinda but I got over it.’

She walked over and patted his cheek.

‘So I decided not to cut your balls off – not with a knife, anyway.’

‘Eliza…’ Hunter began but she placed a finger on his lips to silence him. Hunter could smell her on her finger, could taste her!

‘Shh, darling, listen. I’m going out now. I’m going to find a guy to fuck and I’m going to let him fuck me in a motel, or in the backseat of his car – I don’t care! I feel like being such a slut! And then, I’m going to find another guy, maybe another after that! I’ve never fucked two guys at once; tonight could be the night!’

Aghast, Hunter stared up at her beautiful face that now seemed so cold.

‘I’m going to find guys that you know, Hunter, men you do business with, your friends, and I’m just going to ask them not to tell you. I’ll only fuck them if they promise not to tell you! They can tell anyone else, in fact I’ll encourage it but they can’t tell you!’

Eliza leaned forward and planted a kiss on his forehead.

‘So when you go to golf, play squash or strut around that office of yours, you won’t know if  the man you’re playing sport with or even doing business with, fucked your wife! Perhaps the elevator man, the courier or your boss – any of them. I wonder who’s out and about on a Friday night?’

‘Eliza…please…no…’

‘You’re still hard, darling, the idea of me being such a slut must appeal! I’m glad because tonight won’t be the last night. There are a lot of well hung studs out there and I’m going to get me a lot of them!’

‘Please,’ Hunter whispered brokenly, ‘don’t do this…our marriage is over if…’

Eliza shrugged as she picked up her handbag.

‘I think our marriage ended when you fucked Melinda. I hope you and your two new lovers will be very happy.’

Nonplussed, he stared at her, mouth open. ‘Two…?’

Eliza laughed.

‘Left and right hand, darling. That’s all you’ve got, now! If you can’t get free, I’ll send someone to get you loose about five tomorrow morning.

‘Don’t go, Eliza!’

‘Goodnight, Hunter. Hope the erection goes by the time I send someone to free you.’

‘Don’t go!’

Eliza opened the door, lifted her dress to flash her panties at him.

‘Got to go, honey, kitty wants a date!

The door closed and Hunter stared at it, tears forming.

‘Eliza!’

Eliza
from the short story collection ‘More Dominant Wives’
by
Carmenica Diaz

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