Out Voted

To: My Net Friends From: SeeShow Subj: His one vote is outweighed by his wife and lover. NOTE: I received this from someone on a BBS I call it "OUT VOTED" I'm an amateur photographer with a beautiful sexy wife. To add excitement to our sexual activities we've taken many hard-core photos at home after the kids were in bed or away at school (I have a job that allows me a lot of free afternoons). Several months ago my wife, Nora, told a neighbor about the pictures, and the neighbor then told her husband about them. A few days later, over a couple of six-packs, Keil got me to admit to the pictures, and even to show him the softer ones - ones that didn't show actual penetration or sex organs. I reviewed each photo carefully for content before passing it on to Keil, afraid that Nora might really be upset if I showed too much of her to Keil. Then he asked me if I would shoot some of Janace and him. I told him I didn't think it was such a good idea. Later the girls joined us and he told Janace that he had asked me to shoot some nudes of them. To my surprise Nora exclaimed, "That sounds like fun." Janace was hesitant, but said that if Nora could do it, she probably could do it Keil got up and said, "Let's go." I couldn't believe it. The three of them headed inside the house. I was further surprised when my wife brought out some more of our pictures. These ones were mostly of her, but they were very sexually explicit ones. It was obvious that she didn't mind if Keil saw her this way. As I started setting up my lights and stuff, some stronger drinks were mixed to give everyone courage. Janace was still a little unsure, so Nora suggested she start with some semi-nude or swimsuit shots. They left the room. Keil and I drank some more and looked through some of the photos Nora had brought out. Keil studied the pictures of Nora very closely. They really showed off her firm tits and blonde pubic hair. The shots of her playing with her cunt and using a few toys really was affecting him. His hard-on was quite apparent. I'm not sure what my reaction should have been to this other man's ogling of my wife's photos. But since they were only pictures I figured it was okay. Janace walked into the room wearing one of Nora's sheer baby-doll outfits. Since she's bigger than Nora, it really fit tightly and didn't hide any of Janace's charms. I guess I was getting quite aroused by her big tits. The pale green panties did not hide her dark pubic patch, and they were so tight they pulled up in her cunt lips and the crack of her ass. I was a little puzzled as Nora followed her into the room wearing a floor length bathrobe, but right now Janace had my attention. We took some shots with some simple movements. After only a little delay, her top came off, and a roll of film later the bottoms were gone. While trying to hide my hard-on, I shot many more photos. Janace had become quite at ease and was now spread-legged, busy bringing herself to a climax. When she came loudly, we were all surprised. As she settled down, she asked why she was the only one nude in front of my camera. I looked at Keil, thinking that he would soon be stripping. However, as I looked back toward Nora it was she who was the first to strip as she stepped out of her robe. I was taken, as always, by her beauty, but I was a bit resentful that she was willing to show herself off in the flesh when Keil was there. Nora was hugging Janace, telling her how proud she was of her. As they embraced, I instinctively started taking more pictures. Well, Janace was so hot she hugged and kissed Nora back. Moments later, they were locked in a deep French-kiss, grinding their bodies together. I was shocked because at one time Nora confessed that she had never made it with another women. I decided not to lose the moment and I went through an entire roll of film in record time. While I was reloading, they dropped to the floor, oblivious to Keil and me. Janace was on her back and my Nora was kissing her face and tits, working her way down to that secret spot between Janace's cunt-lips. As they got into a 69, I stole a glance at Keil and saw that his pants were down around his knees and he was pounding his hard-on. As the girls climaxed they rolled over and Janace held out her arms to Keil. He shed the rest of his clothes in a second and joined them. I expected Nora to come over by me, out of camera range, but she stayed there, encouraging Keil and Janace. Keil had mounted Janace right away, and after only a few minutes the fuck was over. It lasted long enough, however, for me to get some really sexy shots of them. Janace said she wanted to cum again, so she lowered her dripping cunt on his face and Keil began eating her out. Again, I concentrated on taking the pictures. I took some more of Nora, who was now playing with her slippery slit. What happened next came as a real shock to me. Nora stopped fingering herself and dropped to her knees and took Keil's limp cock in her mouth. I couldn't believe it. My Nora, who had always only had sex with me. I took her cherry, and now she was sucking on another guy's cock. I tried to speak but I really didn't know what to say. To keep from thinking more about my wife's sexy actions I concentrated on taking photos of the three of them getting it on together. Nora was deep-throating him, and it wasn't long before he filled her mouth with his hot cum. Janace was coming too. I was getting some great pictures. They slowly came back down, realized what happened and were a little self- conscious. They cleaned up and put their clothes back on, while I put away my gear. I processed the film. I have to admit that the pictures were really hot. I gave a bunch of them to Keil. A few days later Janace told Nora that Keil showed some of the pictures to guys he works with. They were so turned on by them that they asked to purchase some pictures. He wanted me to print up more, especially the ones of my wife Nora sucking his cock. He was getting five dollars for each of them. I was mad. Imagine all those monkeys drooling over Nora. I began to realize what an exhibitionist Nora was, because she wasn't upset at all. In fact, she was pleased that other men would pay that much for her snapshots. We all got together again at our house to discuss the sale of the pictures. Nora made several pitchers of strong martinis that we drank quickly. it was obvious that I was the only one against further picture sales. Keil told Nora some of the guys asked for special poses and she was very interested in finding out from him just exactly what they wanted. I resigned myself to the inevitable and sure enough, a half hour later we were taking pictures again. Keil took some pictures of me fucking Nora. I also took some pictures of Keil eating out Nora as Janace sucked his cock till he shot his load. He pulled out of his wife's mouth just in time to spill his load all over my wife's cunt and belly. In three months we've made over a thousand dollars. A guy we really don't know well offered us a hundred if he and his wife could join us. A friend of Janace's said she'd pay for shots of Keil getting it on with her. Deep down I think I want to quit, but Nora is enjoying herself and we're making a lot of tax-free money. Keil and Janace don't want to stop either so I have a feeling my one vote in four is not going to carry the day. 5194 1.25/512345

Ethan And Marie Pt2

ETHAN AND MARIE Pt2 She looked me up and down and took a seat. "Okay. Bourbon, neat," she said. Charlie had been watching the little scene and showed up with her drink already poured. "So, you're still lost and lonely," she said. "You could say that," I said. "It ain't somethin' one gets over in a hurry." "No, I guess not," she said. "You know?Ethan isn't it?you're a good looking guy. No need for you to wimp out on yourself. Just make the decision to get on with life. Find a girl who can appreciate what you got and do right by her. She'll take care of you and make you forget the bad stuff." "Yeah, well, that's what I thought I had. I didn't," I said. "Touch?," she said. "Anyway, there are plenty of star quality women out there, trust me I know. You just need to take the time to find one." I looked at her like she had hit on something. She noticed. "What?" she said. "You wanna go out sometime? I mean with me?" I said. "Me? You? I mean with you?" she said. "Yeah, I'm on the hunt for a star quality woman. You it?" I said. I was figuring that at worst she would demur and then maybe back off the pressure. Well, I saw it as pressure. "But, you're a white guy!" she said. I looked myself up and down. "My God! You're right. I never realized until now?Oh my God, what am I going to do? I'm a freakin' white man!" She burst out laughing. "You still haven't answered me," I said, turning serious. "Okay," she said. "But, just remember, I never kiss a guy on the first half of the first date." "Huh?" I said. Now she laughed even harder. We decided to take a chance and hit a country western bar and grill I knew about. The likelihood of running into a swarm rednecks might be increased, but hell, it's a free country; screw the assholes in it. The Chili Pepper Club, was crowded, but I was able to spot a small high-rise drinks table with too equally high-rise barstools empty beside it. We grabbed them. I signaled the bar girl with the tray; there was always a bar girl with a tray in sawdust joints. She took our order and headed off to fill them. The drinks came and we talked, sipped our beer, and watched the activity heat up on the dance floor. I was in rare form for a guy who should've been cryin' in his beer. Chelsea laughed at almost everything I said. I wasn't sure if she was employing her brand of therapy or just impressed with my eloquent wordology. Somebody started a line dance. We left our coats and drinks at our table and hit the floor. It was there that we got a few not too friendly looks from a couple of lowball cowboy wannabes. We ignored them and did our thing; it was fun. Dance over, we headed back to our table. Two newbies had appropriated it. "Hey, fellas, this is our spot," I said, as politely as I could. "You weren't here. We are now," said the larger of the two assholes. I was ready to go at it, but Chelsea put her hand on my arm and warned me off. The bargirl was back picking up our drinks. "Let it go, Ethan. It isn't worth it," she said. I was miffed, but I knew she was right. But right then, the big one crossed the line. "Tell yuh, what buddy boy. Your darkie there goes outside with me for a little R&R and we'll buy you a drink. How's that?" he said. The arrogance on the man's face was way over the top. I never even saw it coming. Chelsea's foot literally flashed. The big guy squeaked rather than yelled and slipped to the floor. He was clearly going in and out of consciousness; his kneecap if not actually broken was seriously bruised. His eyes glazed over and he seemed about to conk out. "Be careful who you proposition asshole," said Chelsea. By now a dozen bodies had surrounded us. "I heard the asshole, Mac," said the bargirl to the guy with the baseball bat. "He had it coming. Same as last time." The guy with the club, I think it was the barkeep, just nodded, and told the guy's pal to get the hell out and to take his fallen comrade in arms with him. The cops arrived just as the two assholes were making it to the door. They, the wannabes, looked sheepish; well, they had been humiliated?by a girl. In a way, I could kind empathize with them. Humiliation was something I knew a lot about. They questioned us and some of the bystanders. One of the latter came forward: shaved head, tattoos, nasty looking fellow. "Officer, I know this lady, she was a DI at Pendleton a few years back. The asshole picked on the wrong woman tonight," he said. "Hi sergeant," mister nasty-looking said to Chelsea. "Back atacha... ?" she responded. "Private Springer, sergeant," he said, identifying himself. She smiled. She didn't know him, but they were both Marines. We were warned by the police not to cause anymore ruckus or they wouldn't be so tolerant the next time around. The fact that the assholes had caused the problem seemed to get lost in the telling?go figure. But they, the cops, didn't harass us anymore that night; I was grateful for that. "A Marine? And not only a Marine but a drill instructor?" I said. "You never asked," she said. "How was I supposed to ask about that?" I said almost giggling. "It doesn't bother you?" she said. "Hell no," I said. "I think it's interesting as hell." She looked at me quizzically. "Most men don't like it when they find out," she said. "I was hoping to get to know you better before I told you my life story." "Well, the cat's out of the bag," I said. "The milk is spilt. Water over the dam, whatever. Give." She sighed. "Okay, but just the short version tonight," she said. I nodded. "We were poor; didn't have a lot of options. My bothers let me work out with them. I got real strong and real fast?for a girl. When I got outta high school I took the ASVAB, scored a ninety-two?well I had been hanging with my brothers?and I was an A-student. The Marines took me. I made squad leader in a year and was given temporary command of a platoon for short time. I made buck sergeant. Colonel Stansfield saw what I was doing, checked me out, and I eventually ended up at Pendleton schooling raw recruits. Had that duty for seven years before I mustered out. I was in for a total of twenty-years," she said. I looked at her like she was lying! "You were in the service for twenty years! No way," I said. You look like your twenty-five." She snickered. "Right. Well, I'm thirty-nine, just," she said. "Fuckin'-A," I said. "I take it you're pretty good at self-defense and such." "Very good," she said. She wasn't braggin', she was merely informing me. "Hah, I wish I was. There are a couple of assholes I could name who I'd love to be able to dance with?I mean like you," I said. "I could train you," she said. "Might be fun." We laughed and danced and drank some more and put the incident with the assholes behind us. Finally, worn out, we had one for the road and decided to head out. The ride back from the club was slow. She nuzzled me, leaning over and putting her hand on my leg, high up on my leg. I looked over at her. "I think we're on the second half of our first date," I said sounding as serious as I could. She took my face in her two hands and leaned in and kissed me as I tried not to run into a tree or something. God she tasted good. We went to her place. "Have a seat, I'll be right back," she said. She wasn't; it took her ten minutes. When she did return she was wearing a black, knee-length negligee, and carrying two glasses of white wine. She sat beside me on the couch. We tilted glasses, sipped our wine, and said absolutely nothing; it would have broken the mood. She kissed me. I kissed her. I let my hands roam up and down her arms. I knelt down in front of her on the floor and lifted her nightie, but not too much. I wanted to go slow. I began kissing the inside of her thighs. She tasted good, and she smelled wonderful. I looked up at her as I began to slowly pull her panties down and off. I nuzzled her bush. Soon I was licking and sucking on her mons. Her slit was wet, not moist, wet, and almost dripping. I stood and took off my clothes. I was naked and she might as well have been. As I stood in front of her, She took my cock in her hands and stroked it, very slowly. She leaned in and took it in her mouth. It was the best blow job I had ever gotten. What she was doing with her tongue could not have been found in any Marine Corps manual, but then again, what did I know. I lifted her up and pulled her down on the floor with me. I rolled on top of her and forced her legs apart. I lay between them rubbing my cock up and down her mons. "Put it in me, Ethan. I need it. It's been a long time," she said. "I positioned myself and she pulled her knees back and spread herself open for me. I slipped in without the slightest problem. She was wet beyond belief. I began screwing her slowly and steadily. After some minutes, I don't know how many, I felt myself loading up. I began pumping her for real. She began to hump back at me driving her pelvis into the cruel assault of my cock. She made little squealing noises. Her breaths were coming in staccato bursts; she was having multiple orgasms and I finally unloaded into her washing her insides with my sauce. We lay there for some moments trying to get back some semblance of routine in our breathing rhythm. Before the night was over, I had her three more times. The most in my entire life. But, I can't take all of the credit; her tongue did a masterful job of getting me up when I was sure I couldn't get it up no matter what she did. Sex with Chelsea looked promising as hell! The next morning I lay musing on the bed while my new best love was showering. It still rankled that I was a humiliated cuckold, but I was beginning to get some degree of my self-respect back. Dating a girl like Chelsea was a whole new ballgame for me. Yeah she was black, but so was Halle Beery, and I wasn't sure which of the two was prettier. I was dying to see how Marie would react when she found out I was with a woman so much her better that it was actually embarrassing, and yes, black too. She watched him as he rolled off the bed naked as the day he was born. She was well fucked. She had to give him that. His cock would have been hard to replace. He was a helluva a cocksman. He headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up; he still had a company to run. Missus Howard Gilchrist the first had dumped him and screwed him over even worse than she'd screwed over her husband, ex-husband, Ethan Crowley. She was Mrs. Howard Gilchrist now. The downside to that little reality was that Howard wasn't exactly "all that" when it came to husbandship, but that was okay, she had options. She relaxed waiting for him to come out. The coffee was on downstairs and they would have a roll or two, sip their coffees, and talk some before he had to go. She was waiting for him and just pouring their cups when he came down. She sat and watched him hang his coat on the back of an empty chair. He took his seat across from her. "You look satisfied, little lady," he said. "Hmm, yes," she said. "Heard something about you ex today," said Howard. She perked up. "Ethan?" she said. "Yeah, he's datin' a nigger woman," he said. All of s sudden he broke out in gales of laughter. "I can't help it," he said. "Him datin' a Jemima, what does that say about his ability to attract women!" "He attracted me," said Marie, indignantly. "Exactly," said Howard. Marie fumed. "Well, I gotta tell yuh, mister, if it weren't for your dick; you wouldn't have attracted this woman for damn sure. And, if you don't straighten up and start acting a little more like?Ethan?you might not be around all that long," she retorted. "Mercy, mercy," said Howard. "Tell yuh what, let's go dancing tonight. I heard of a country western place that sounds like it'd be fun. Whaddya say?" She looked over at him and seemed mollified. "All right. But, you better be on your best behavior. Got it," she said. "Yes, ma'am, yes indeed ma'am," he said. He was trying his best to control his laughter. He did like to dance, and they hadn't been out in a while. The opportunity to lower the boom on his largeness, my cuckolder, my ex-boss and for that matter my ex-love of my life was a while in coming. It was in fact more than full year after the divorce was final in the coming. And of all places it was at the Chili Pepper. Talk about d?j? vu. Chelsea and I had been sitting at our usual table for half an hour when that former love of my life arrived on the arm of her new and improved, larger than me love of "her" life. I nodded in the direction of the door and Chelsea took note. This was going to be interesting. She had never been formally introduced, but she, Chelsea, had been at the divorce hearing and she was there the day of the final decree, so she knew what they looked like. It had been a matter of circumstance that my ex and her lover had not realized who Chelsea was at the time. Marie was casting around to see if she knew anyone when her gaze fell on me. She smiled; it was clear she was amused by the color of my companion. She nudged her date. He turned. At first he looked surprised; then, he looked as if he had won the lottery. They headed for us. "Ethan, let's not give them any ammunition, okay," said Chelsea. Mac, our favorite bartender, would not be amused if we messed up the place; he was into peace and love, and well, unbroken furniture. "Well, fancy meeting you here," said Marie. I just smiled back at her and nodded. I was determined not to let my mouth put my foot in it. "I see you're expanding your cultural base," said Howard. I remained silent, but my smile faded. I looked over at Chelsea. I could have been wrong, but I had the feeling that she was doing all she could to keep from breaking out laughing; I didn't see what she found that was so funny. "Well, ta-ta," said Marie, and the two of them wandered off to find a table. We hadn't said a word to either of them. "Am I wrong," I said, "or were you about to break out laughing at good 'ole Howie baby?" "Hmm, a little wrong. It's amusing what a complete fool he is. He had no call to come over to us and insult me?or you?bad move on his part. It's how losers like him make themselves feel big. He's not. The fact that your ex is hanging with him brings her down in class too," said Chelsea. I looked at her realizing for the first time, or maybe not for the first time, but to a greater degree, just how well grounded and self-possessed she was. This girl of mine was no pussy, if that's the right way to describe a woman with so much inner strength. The dancing started soon after the other two found their table. There was no contest per se, but it was clear that Howie and Marie were trying to out do us. They had no chance. He was too big to ever be a really good dancer, and Marie was clearly not in the best of shape for a long night's exercise. We, on the other hand were. Chelsea had damn near killed me getting me into shape during the past year. The fact that I was in my late forties cut no ice with her. As far as she was concerned, I was a recruit and I was less than dirt while we were working out. The upshot was that in the final analysis my hands and feet were almost as fast as light, and they never tired. On the upside, the good news was that my dancing skills were mightily enhanced as a result of all of the murderous pain-and-gain she'd put me through. It was almost ten and I hadn't hardly broken a sweat, and in Chelsea's case there wasn't even a "hardly" involved. Our competitors, however, were sweating a lot and gasping audibly by the end of each dance. It was a mystery to me why they were trying to keep up with us. Well, maybe it was ego; had to be ego, I guessed. It was after a particularly grueling jitterbug that we happened to have to pass by their table on the way back to our own. No words had been spoken since the opening gambit by the two of them earlier on. That changed now. It was Marie this time. Her chest was actually heaving. I have to add her that her chest looked real good?well it did! "Your nigger girl has a lot of stamina," said Marie. I stopped and looked right at her. "Apologize, Marie, and I mean now," I said. "Oh, I'm sorry, I meant to say your little piece of fluff, dark fluff," she said. "Get on back to your table little man," said Howard, backing up his wife. "Fuck you, asshole," I said. Chelsea was just standing back. She was smiling, but there was not a trace of humor in that smile. Howard, not to be talked to in such a manner by anybody as small as I was, rose to the bait. "I'm gonna rip you a new anus," he said. He took a step towards me to shorten the gap between us. I was wearing steel toed cowboy boots. My right boot met his left knee in mid-stride. That was followed by several hooks and a right cross that flattened him and laid him out right then and there. He was semi-conscious. I looked at Chelsea and smiled. No one wanted any part of Chelsea. Everybody stood back while I pulled my dick out and proceeded to spray his largeness as he had once, long ago, sprayed me. His humiliation was total and public. Marie was crying and looking around trying to find a place to hide; there was no such place. I looked over at her. "Payback's a bitch, huh?" I said. She just scowled and then howled. She came at me wanting to hit me. Chelsea stepped between us and slapped her. She hit the floor beside her husband. Chelsea and I returned to our table as though nothing had happened. Every eye in the place was on us, and the buzz was palpable. Mac came by our table five minutes later. "You ever pee on my floor again, I'll shoot your ass," he said, but, he was smiling. "Okay, Mac, it was payback. He did it to me years ago. I just couldn't let the opportunity slide," I said. She shook his head and walked off. Marie got a glass of water for her hurting spouse and got him back into his seat. They talked for a few minutes while he got his sea legs back, and then they left. He was limping noticeably; I was feeling good. It turned out that more in the way of revenge was on the horizon, and from a surprising source. I got a visit at work from a member of the Marine Corps JAG's office. I was assigning the day's loading duties on the dock when the uniformed man approached me. "Judge Advocate General's? What do you want with me? I ain't in the Army," I said. "Marines," he said. "You know a certain sergeant Chelsea Brown?" "Yeah, so what," I said. "Well, she asked us to do her a favor; actually it was my boss she asked. You have a place where we could speak privately for a moment?" I motioned him to follow me. The looks I got from the crew were amusing. I was home a little early. I gave my girlfriend a call. "Yeah, now," I said. She arrived ten minutes later. "Jesus, Chelsea, I had no idea you had this kind of torque. Who in heck is your contact anyway?" I asked, truly impressed with her explanation. The JAG guy had left an envelope with me that was truly stunning. It seems that, not only had the judge that had presided at my divorce from Marie been screwing her?Marie that is?but, being bi-sexual, he had also been dallying with her lawyer, Mr. Drake esq. And, the envelope Maj. Conners had handed me before he left, contained pictures. Judge Hanlon was dead meat, as was lawyer Drake, and as well was my ex-wife. I didn't actually lick my chops, but close. "Lieutenant General Stansfield," she said. I remembered that name. "Isn't he the guy that promoted you to DI," I said. "But, he was a colonel if I remember right." "You remember rightly. He's been promoted several times," she said. "I asked him to look into this for me. He has a lot of influence in a lot of places. Places neither of us ever want to know about." "I will get this to my lawyer tomorrow," I said. "This is going to be fun." The die was cast and several baddies were going down. The knock on my door the next morning was tentative. Answering it, I was amazed to see Marie. She was dressed to the nines standing there looking as beautiful as I had ever seen her look. "Can I come in, Ethan?" she said. Ironies of Ironies I kinda wanted to hear what she had to say, but I didn't trust her as far as I could throw a lead football with a broken arm. I waved her in. "I'll be right back," I said. "I was just about to pee. Have a seat." I disappeared for a couple of minutes and returned. "Whatcha need, Marie." "Ethan, for the longest time, I have been trying to get my courage up to come and talk to you. I?maybe we?need to clear the air. The talks we did have early on were colored by the anger or jealousy or stupidity of those days when our marriage fell apart," she said. "Not my fault," I said. "I just wasn't willing to share you. It ain't in me." "Yes, I know that now, and frankly as far as I'm concerned that was your loss. Your jealousy overwhelmed you, I suppose. I understood that. I would have done almost anything to make it right by you. You really had no idea what you were missing," she said. I had to give her credit; she sure as hell wasn't wimping out, flawed as her logic was. "I was jealous, maybe, Marie, but, I was hurt more by the betrayal," I said. "Finding you fucking him in my house?well?there were just no words, Marie." "If you had only given me a chance," she said. "And what would have been my gain?' I said. "What if I had said okay to your little plan. What? A lifetime of sloppy seconds? Twice a week mercy fucks to keep me from going nuts? What?" "Where did you get that term," she said. "Mercy fucks? I liked having sex with you. You know that. Any fucking would have been fun fucks, not any of this mercy stuff. But to answer your question. "We would have had threesomes on occasion. I had talked to Howard about it more than once. We might even have included another woman down the line," she said. "And the sloppy seconds?" I said. "Yes, you'd have gotten plenty of them; but, and it's a big but, so would he! But, I never got the chance for any of that did I?" she said. "Let me ask you, Marie. Have you been having threesomes since we broke up? Just curious," I said. "Yes," she said. "With judge Hanlon?" I said. Her eyes shot open and she paled. "How?..." "So, what now, Marie? What are you here for? Surely you didn't come here merely to tell me that I lost out on a good thing," I said. "I came here to tell you that I was in the wrong too. I was stupid. You were a jealous fool, but I was a stupid fool if there is such a thing. "I?Howard and me?should never of had sex in our house, yours and mine. That was one of the few times, by the way, if it matters," she said. "It doesn't," I said. "Well anyway, I wanted to apologize for ruining us. I take full responsibility for the destruction of our marriage. If I could make it right, I would," she said. "Can I ask why you acted like that toward my girlfriend, Marie. I mean at the Chili Pepper?" I said. "Hah? You caught me there, big guy," she said. "That night I was the jealous one. I couldn't believe that you were dating a nig?I mean a black girl. She was pretty though; I have to admit that." "She is that," I said. "Let me ask you another question. You gonna ever give me my due from the divorce settlement." She didn't know it, but she was being given her last chance to save herself. She smiled. "Gottcha there, didn't I," she said. "I figure you owed me for all the years I had to put up with?well?with everything." "No, no, since we are being frank, give it to me, all of it," I said. "Well then, frankly, Ethan, you were only okay in bed, never great. I needed great. So, I feel I am entitled to what I got in the divorce. You shouldn't feel too bad. You got to keep your retirement. I wouldn't have fought for that anyway. You did deserve something after all; you did provide for us," she said. "My lawyer was a pretty clever guy dontcha think." Now I was smiling. "Neither he nor you were as clever as you think, Marie. And Howie baby is a complete moron. You're all going down, Marie," I said. She looked wary, concerned. "What are you talking about, Ethan?" "I'm sorta glad you came by today, Marie. It saved me the trouble of going to your place. "I have been told to inform you, Marie, that if you testify against his honor, judge Hanlon, that you will get a pass on going to jail for perjury, but you will only get one chance. Just one, then the hammer falls. You shouldn't have lied about me in court. That was flat out perjury," I said. "I couldn't let Howard go to prison for years, Ethan. Sixty days was bad enough. That is the only reason I lied. You may find this hard to believe but I still loved you then; hell, I still do I guess, at least a little," she said. "You were so worried about him paying for his crimes. What about what he did to me? What were your thoughts about me when he did those things. Truth please," I said. "I was sick to my stomach and afraid of what he did to you, Ethan. What he did to you was bad, even evil. He even scared me. "I felt so sorry for you that I almost left him and begged you to take me back. But?then?I realized that you would get better. In prison, Howard, who I loved too, would rot. So would my heart. I had to weigh the two things, and so I lied," she said. Finally some logic from her. It was self-serving, and it was an admission of a crime on her part, but at least it made sense. John Stuart Mill would have been proud of her utilitarian thinking. "I won't be going to jail, Ethan, you can never prove I lied on the stand. And as for judge Hanlon, he's a good man. You have no case against him unless I do testify, and I won't. "I wanted to clear the air between us today, Ethan. I think I have in a way. At least you know I didn't mean you any harm, that I wanted us to stay together. Heck we could still have a?relationship?if you know what I mean. I mean if you can get beyond your stupid jealousy," she said. "You could even include Chelsea. I know I could talk Howard into it." "No, no, I don't think so, Marie. But, thanks for dropping by. If you're not in jail do it again sometime," I said. She smirked. "I'm not going to jail, Ethan. It's over, the divorce, it is what it is, and it'll stay that way," she said. I handed her a business card. At the same time I pushed rewind on the mini-recorder in my pocket. I stopped it and hit play. "Ethan, for the longest time, I have been trying to get my courage up to come and talk to you. The talks we did have early on were colored by the anger or jealousy or stupidity of those days when our marriage fell apart," she said. "Not my fault," I said. "I just wasn't willing to share you. It ain't in me." "Yes, I know that now, and frankly as far as I'm concerned that was your loss. Your jealousy overwhelmed you..." "I got it all, Marie," I said. She paled and looked faint. "That card has the number on it that you need to call if you are willing to testify against that asshole judge. Your choice." "But..." "It's over, and you lose, Marie. Oh, and Marie, I still wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole. Goodbye." Marie decided that judge Hanlon wasn't such a good guy after all; she testified. The judge didn't get any jail time, but he was disbarred. Marie has to depend on Howie now since she no longer gets any alimony. And, she has repaid almost all of the four thousand she got from my stake. I was satisfied with that. Howard got a pass too. He evidently had a whole lot stuff to say about Mr. Drake; stuff the D.A. was most appreciative to receive. Seems Mr. Drake had stuck it to the man, the D.A., a couple of times. Well, payback is a wonderful thing, I guess. He and Marie are still married, how happily is problematical. As for me, I just wanted to get away from it all. I didn't sue or look to stick it to the judge or any of them. I guess, I'm just a mellow guy, so shoot me in the ass. Julie keeps me informed. She is a regular guest at our house. She has become a good friend of Chelsea's. Oh, yeah, Chelsea and I got married. We still workout together, dance together, and Julie and her new boyfriend?a Marine by the way?join us on the dance floor regularly. Life is good. 3906 1.39/512345

Husband's Proposal part 2

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Married Little Ashley Ch. 01

Hi, My name is Ashley. I am a 21-year-old married woman to a Marine in Iraq. I am 5?0 115 lbs with black curly hair and eye?s. I am built nice with a 34c chest. My hubby has been goon 3 months now and I miss him so much especially in bed. I was playing on the Internet one night when I went to yahoo chat in a Michigan room. I had many men start to chat with found one and me just a few miles away. We exchanged pictures and told each other all about our selves. He was 6 ft tall 190 lbs and single. He told me his name was Jim. The only thing was he was 35 years old. 14 years older than myself. We chatted for about and hour and asked if I would like to go out for a drink. I said maybe just a drink. We were chatting when he asked if I had any naughty pictures and I said maybe. He said he would show me his if I should him. I said what the hell it can?t hurt anything and I had naughty pictures to send to my hubby anyways. He sent me a picture of his chest and I sent him one of my chest naked. All he could say was wow and sent me another pictures. This time I said wow. His cock was huge at lease 10 inches long and thick like a pop can. I told him his cock was awesome and if I weren?t married I would have to check it out closer. I now sent him a nude of me lying on my back with my wide open showing him my shaved tight pink pussy. Jim said omg Ashley that is an awesome pussy you have and it looks so tight. I told him it is my hubby only has a hotdog for a penis. So it is tight. Jim asked me again if I would go out for some dinner and drinks. I felt a little easier now after seeing him nude so I said sure. We made arrangements for the next evening and I would meet him there. The next night I was getting ready for our night out. I picked this new skirt out that went about 6 inches above my knee?s. I then looked at my panties and decided on a thong. I put on a nice top with no bra. My lips are nice and pink so I just put on lips gloss to make them shinny. I left for the place and as I was getting to the door when Jim came running up to me and introduced him self. He was hot for an older man and we went inside. We ate dinned and emptied a bottle of wine. I was a little buzzed when he asked me to dance a slow dance with him. I said I don?t know remember I am married. Jim said ok and led me to the dance floor. We danced 2 songs and he never tried anything. We went back to the table and ordered 2 drinks. We talked and he was telling me how lucky my hubby was to have me and how beautiful I was. Jim said my lips were the best part of my face and if I weren?t married he would love to kiss me. We were on our 2nd strong drink when slow music came back on. Jim pulled me to the floor and held me close telling me how sexy I am and how he would love to kiss me. The drinks were getting to me and I said ok just a kiss. I looked at him and his lips moved to mine. His lips felt so good on mine. It was a long time since I kissed my hubby. I felt his tongue parting my lips and I let him. We stood there kissing like husband and wife when I pulled away and said remember I am married. We went and sat down and had one more drink. Jim played the bill and we walked out to the cars. Jim had a big suv and pushed me up to it. Jim moved in for another kiss this time really kissing me. He was getting to me and my body was responding to his kisses. He grabbed my ass and pulled me to him. I felt his large cock against me. Jim was kissing my neck and telling how beautiful and sexy I was. I was getting really horny now and was losing control. Jim moved a hand under my top and I said no not here in your suv. We got in the back seat and I sat on his lap kissing him. His hand went under my top again pinching my nipple and making it rock hard. I could feel Jims cock thru his pants as we kissed. Jim now lifted my top off and kissed his way to my nipples. He was licking kissing and biting them. It felt so good and was grinding my crotch against his. Jim?s hand went under my skirt and up my thigh. He was kissing me now as his figures moved the tiny strip of cloth of my thong. Jim put a finger in me then 2 and said god Ashley your so dam tight. I now came to my senses and said we need to stop I am married. I pulled off his soaked fingers and sat next to him. Jim leaned in and started kissing me again and I said just kissing and he said ok Ashley. He was kissing my face lips neck and soon my nipples again. Jim pushed me down on the big seat and soon his hand was under my skirt again and rubbing my closed thighs. He bit down hard on my nipple and my legs came wide open. Jim moved his hand back to my exposed married pussy and started fingering me again. He came up and kissed me and I said just your fingers and he really went to town. He had me bucking and moaning on his back seat and I came and came hard on his hand. The next thing I knew Jim?s face was between my thighs and he was licking my clit. I said no Jim but I lifted my pussy and came all over his face. I heard his belt and zipper go down. He got on his knees and was between my thighs. I sad no Jim we cant fuck we cant. Jim looked at me then and said suck me off then Ashley. He sat up on the seat and I bent over to look at the biggest cock in my life. I took it in my tiny hands and my figures did not even go around it. I looked at him and asked how big is this monster. Jim said 11 inches and 3 inches wide. I opened my mouth and took about 3 inches in my mouth. I sucked him the best I could and he was moaning my name. Jim said Ashley I am going to cum and I just kept sucking him. He said here it comes Ash and I tried to swallow it all but I was just too much. I licked the side of his monster cock and cleaned all his potent seed of him. Jim said wow Ashley that was the best blow job ever. He now kissed me and no one ever kissed me after sucking them off, this turned me on also. Now I thought his sexual urge was gone I invited him over for a night cap. I went to my car and Jim followed me to my home. We went inside and Jim said he enjoyed the evening and I said likewise. I went and made two screwdrivers and he put on some slow music. We drank our drinks and talked. Jim asked me if I would like to dance and I said sure. We were dancing and kissing like lovers. Jim picked me up and said where is the bedroom. I said that way and Jim took me in and put me down on my marital bed. He pulled all his cloths off and then told me to strip. I took everything off and got in next to him. We started kissing again. Jim kissed his way down my body and was soon eating me out again. I was Cumming all over his face when he said Ash I want to fuck you. I said no Jim we can?t fuck. I am married and not on the pill. Jim said let me just rub the head on my married pussy lips. I said ok but just the head no penetration. Jim moved between my married thighs and was rubbing his huge cock head between my pussy lips and clit. God it felt good and I came again making my pussy even slicker. Jim pushed the head in now and god I was being stretched wide. I said no Jim and he said you said just the head. He moved it around in me and I was in Cumming again. Jim pulled out and I thought he was done but he pushed back in with a lot of cock following the head. I looked down and half his cock was in me and I was open wide. He was already deeper than my hubby. I said no Jim we cant and just the head remember. Jim pulled out and told me to get on top. Now I had control and just the head was in me. Jim was kissing me and my nipples when I felt him push on my hips. His meaty cock slipped in about 3 inches. I just let it stay there felling its thickness in me. Jim pushed and pulled my hips and I was rocking with him on his huge cock. I felt more of him enter me. He was half in again. This time I lifted up and began to ride half of his cock. It felt awesome and I looked at him and said please don?t cum in me. Jim said ok and I went back to riding him. Every time I went done he lifted up and soon he had ¾ of his cock in my tight married pussy. Jim said oh god Ashley your so dam tight and I said you are in virgin territory. He said oh yes-married little Ashley and rolled me over on my back. He started to really pound me and I felt his balls slap my ass. He was all the way in and god it felt good. Jim was fucking me with all his might and my head was hitting the headboard of my husband?s bed. Jim oh Ashley I am going to cum baby. I said pull out and cum on me and at the last second he did and came all over my tits and face. We fucked 2 more times that night and I took his sperm in my mouth both times. We fell asleep and fucked one more time in the morning with him Cumming all over my chest. We took a shower and I kissed him good-bye. I went and looked at myself in the mirror and said oh my god I can?t believe I cheated on my hubby. Hope you liked this part. 23821 2.95/512345

Jessica Cuckolds Her Husband

JESSICA CUCKOLDS HER HUSBAND My name is Jessica and my husband is Mark. We met Roxanne and Alex though their Yahoo Cuckyboys group and they have been very helpful to us in the lifestyle. I am not a very good writer so bear with me, but I did promise I would tell our story. Mark and I met in shortly after we both graduated from College. We were both working for different companies in the Cleveland area when a mutual friend introduced us. We hit it off immediately and we married almost two years from our first date. Mark was different than most of the guys I met in College. He was kind, respectful and he always had manners. Mark also did not try and sleep with me right away. Most of the jerks in College did, they were either jock types or frat boys. In fact, after we met, Mark and I did not do anything sexually for 3 weeks. I finally gave him a blowjob and two weeks later we went all the way. I had not been with many guys and compared to the drunken college and high school 2 minute boys Mark was a great lover. Mark is rather small (4 inches hard) but he is a very attentive lover and gives great oral sex. Our sex life was fine for first three years of our marriage and then we both got busy in our careers. We got promotions and our sex life kind of got stale during that time. During this period I began to find porno magazines, movies and websites on our computer. At first I felt like there was something wrong with me that Mark would have to resort to porno. I wasn?t sure what to do, whether to confront Mark of let it go. The more I thought about it the more curious I got and remained quiet. My curiosity peaked when I saw the type of porno Mark enjoyed. Some of the DVD?s were interracial men screwing white women, facials, gangbangs and in general men with large cocks screwing women. I could have never imagined Mark watching men with much larger cocks fucking these women. The websites are what really stirred my interests. I checked the history in the browser and Mark was visiting Hot wife and cuckold sites almost daily. I was shocked at first but then I wondered if Mark thought about me having sex with other men. For some odd reason the thought turned me on. Mark had always been controlling in the relationship in subtle ways such as with money and when making major decisions. I guess deep down I was a little resentful. I made more money then Mark but I never asserted myself because of my upbringing. Watching my mom for all those years deferring to my dad had an impression on me. The whole thing started to perplex me as I began to notice Mark being more submissive in bed. The more I asserted myself in bed the more he seemed to like it. I had never been aggressive sexually but I enjoyed my new sense of power over my husband. One night in bed while we were playing and I startled Mark when I asked him what a hot wife was? He tried to be coy about it and say he did not know but I told him I found the sites on the Internet that he was looking at and it was ok by me. I think he thought I was trying to trick him at first because he was hesitant. I asked him if he ever thought about me being a Hotwife. He fumbled for words said no, so I kind of sulked and said, ?That?s too bad because the thought turned me on?. He blurted out, ?are you serious, would you ever do such a thing Jessica?" I told him I did not think I could do it in real life but the fantasy seemed exciting. At that time I did not know where this was going but I did want to spice up our sex life by letting Mark know it was ok to have fantasies. I just wanted to share in them with him. He asked me how long had I known about his porn and I told him for about a month now. Mark wanted to know if I was disappointed in him. For some reason his sincerity made me feel very close to him at that moment. I bent over and kissed him softly. I told him I was happy that he was looking at porn instead of other women. I just wished he would have told me sooner. I know this is not the hot sexy story that some of you want to read but this is real life. From that moment on we began communicating again and it hasn?t stopped since. I had never really talked about sex with anyone in my life except for a few girlfriends. Talking about it with my husband was very intimate. That night we watched one of the interracial movies and had wild sex for the longest time. Slowly over the next six months the hot wife and cuckolding themes became part of our sex play. I must admit I started feeling sexier and with Mark's encouragement I started dressing sexier. I began to notice other men watching me and flirting with me. I even embellished a few stories about my past in bed with Mark. I really was not very sexually experienced and the biggest guy I ever had was probably around 7 inches. I told Mark he was hung like a horse and it only seemed to excite Mark more hearing about it. I had my doubts though that this would ever move beyond fantasy. It went against the grain of everything I had ever been taught about marriage, but still it was the most exciting six months sexually of our marriage. One day I had a lunch scheduled with a client from out of town. I had not seen him in over a year. The last time he was in town he tried to flirt with me but I kept the conversation very business like. I found myself that morning dressing very sexy and Mark noticed too. I just told him I was having lunch with a very handsome gentleman. Mark's eyes just lit up and he began to get excited which only aroused me. That morning the level of emotion went to new heights between him and I. I teased him badly but in the back of my mind I knew I was not going to do anything except flirt. To my surprise Mark encouraged me to do whatever I wanted to with my lunch date. I left the house saying, "You never know what I might do sweetie." Needless to say Jim noticed my new appearance and was all over me from the beginning of lunch. This time I did not push him away. It was the strangest feeling to be with another man knowing my husband wanted me to. It was exhilarating sitting there flirting with Jim and I felt so free. Jim began to touch my hand as we chatted and eventually he asked me to go back to his hotel with him. For some reason I picked up my cell phone and called Mark. I informed him that I had this handsome gentleman who wanted to take me back to his hotel room. Mark was flabbergasted and fumbled for words on the other end. I asked Mark if I should go with him. Jim gazed at me with a look of astonishment. Mark tried to tell me I should do whatever I desired but I was not going to let him off the hook that easy. I said, ?Tell me yes or no cuckyboy, do you want your wife to go to this man?s hotel room?. Mark quickly said, ?Yes please, Mistress?. He had taken to calling me Mistress in our little games that we played. I quickly said, ?Very well then,cuckyboy, I will call when I am done? and then hung up the phone. Jim did not believe me at first that I actually called my husband; to tell the truth I couldn't believe I had done it, it must have been the martinis. I explained it all to Jim in the cab on the way to the hotel. I was a bit nervous but the two martinis helped. Once we got into the room Jim was all over me. He did not have the longest cock in the world but he had the thickest I had ever seen. I could barely get my mouth around it and when he fucked me the first time I felt like he was going to split me in two. Once I relaxed I had never wanted to be fucked so badly in my life. I started the think about all the fantasizing that Mark and I had done about other men with big cocks fucking me and here I was and Jim felt so good inside me. He fucked me three times that afternoon. I called Mark in between times and he was a mess emotionally but very excited. He was so excited he had leave work early and was waiting at home. I finally left the hotel around 7 o?clock and when I came through the door Mark was waiting like a puppy dog eager to climb on my lap. When he kissed me I had never felt so much passion from this man before. He was like an animal mauling me, wanting me, his desire was overwhelming. The emotional whirlwind had started that morning and it was reaching a new level this evening. That night I felt so close to Mark and it took fucking another man, strange but true. I had always been like every other little girl and grew up with the prince charming fantasy but I never found him until I cuckolded Mark. I found my prince by doing the opposite of everything I was taught to do. Mark is all mine today and I love him more then ever. Before the cuckolding I really could not say I had every bit of Mark, but today I have no doubts. As Roxanne has told me many times? when your husband eats another man's cum from your pussy then he is truly all yours. This lifestyle is not for everyone and there are many fantasy players on the Internet. It was nice to discover some real people in the lifestyle. We did the couples communication exercise and Mark did the sexual inventory. We found both of them very helpful and the level of honesty sharing them was amazing for our relationship. We recommend both of them for any couple thinking about entering the lifestyle. Thanks for letting me share. 13622 1.74/512345

Angela’s Night Out

Angela?s Night Out Amber O?Mara I guess to start this story you?ll need to know a little about my wife Angela and myself. Angela and I have been married for almost five years; we?re both are considered professionals. I work as an engineer for a pipeline company, and Angela works as a Veterinarian here in Dallas. We pretty much your average couple I guess. We both grew up in Louisiana, met in college; fell in love and after graduating we got married and moved to Dallas. I remember first seeing Angela. God! She was a sight. It was our first semester of Chemistry. I had taken a seat in the back, and I was just sitting there ogling all he girls as they came to class that first day. Most of them were nice looking, a couple of them were definitely not attractive, and then fewer still were really nice looking. I was particularly taken with a tall slender red headed (really auburn) girl with really nice breasts that came into class at the last minute. The classroom was pretty full, and she picked her way through all the taken rows and slowly but surely she was making her way all the way to the back. She took the seat next to me, and turned her lovely little heart shaped ass around right in front of my face before she sat down next to me. I smiled at her and she smiled back and whispering a quiet little ?hi? to me. Needless to say I was in love with chemistry class. Over the semester I finally got up the nerve to ask her out, and from that point on we dated all thought out college, and of course along the way we decided to get married, which we did right after graduation. I guess the one most striking thing about Angela is how really sheltered her folks had kept her. It was very clear after we started dating that she really was pretty naïve, and she?s what one would certainly say was ?goody-two shoes?. I guess, was about a year after we had been dating, she finally let me go all the way with her. Don?t get me wrong, before then there was plenty of hot and heavy petting, but until that night I never knew that Angela was still a virgin. Needless to say, that night the sex was not so great for Angela, it being her first time, but in the following years that we dated, the sex became better and better. Even though Angela had started her sexual travels latter that most girls, she was a very willing and active participant. Those last two years in college it seemed like we made love whenever we got the chance, and to my utter delight, Angela was open to pretty much anything and everything I could dream up. The only exception seemed to be anal sex. We tried it, and Angela did have an orgasm while we did it, which wasn?t a surprise considering she was rubbing her clit the whole time, but that night when we tried anal, she said that while she came, it just seemed too dirty to her to really enjoy that much. I was pretty much OK with that, I mean it was good, but I have to admit it wasn?t as good as when I came inside her tight little auburn haired pussy. Needles to say, Angela was a dream to me. She was beautiful, smart, and fun; our marriage and life together couldn?t be more wonderful. I thank God for meeting her and marring her all the time. Once we settling in Dallas and found jobs, we started making our lives together, and as most people do, we were making friends along the way. Surprisingly most of our friends were people for either Angela?s work place or from mine. I hard to imagine it being difficult to meet people in a city the size of Dallas, but it is. I guess that may be because there are just too many people there and no one has time, or wants to take the time to get to know other people and even less time to make new friends. Anyway, there are three guys I work with that I consider my friends now. They?re all engineers like me, two white guys, Steven, and Mike, and a black guy Jerome. We all get along great at work and away from work too, and the four of us actually play poker once a week. Well, we try for once a week, but with the travelling that we have to do, it usually turns into twice a month, but we all make concerted efforts to try hard to make those poker nights. Usually the guys bring their wives, or dates in the case of Mike and Jerome, and we all drink, listen to music, and play poker till everyone is stuffed full of good food and generally drinking until everyone is plastered?.Great fun! Angela has made a couple of friends, girl friends I guess from work too. One girl is Lisa, another Vet that works in the same clinic as Angela, and her other close friend is a vet tech named Katie. Angela and her girl friends how their own semi-weekly ritual where they meet and go out, but like my poker night, that every other week event seems to have been reduced to usually once a month. According to Angela they usually got out for margaritas and dinner after work, and spend most of the time in the restaurant drinking and talking. Every now and then they will go to the little dance bar around the corner for the Vet clinic, but that only seems to happen when they?ve had to work late on the night when they had already decided to go out together. Those nights are the girls tend to stay in the bar and drink and snack on bar food, and apparently bitch about having to work late on girl?s night out. Usually when they?ve had to change their dinner plans and settle on going to the bar are long, late nights. I can tell you that on more than one occasion, Angela?s called me on her cell at 2 or 3 in the morning and drunkenly asking me if I could come down and take her and the girl?s home. Like a good husband I get dressed and bitch a little on the drive down to the little corner bar, and pour all of them into the pickup truck and dutifully take them all home. The only god part, well the only two good parts about having to do that, is that I usually have to practically carry Angela?s friend Katie into her apartment and put her to bed. I should say that Katie is a hottie. She?s 23; maybe 5? even, very cute face and figure. He had the longest, shiniest jet black hair, and nice little maybe 26B cup breasts, and did I say that she had a killer body? I really like putting Katie to bed, I don?t try to undress her or anything, but I imagine my hands roam around that tight little body of hers maybe a little more than necessary when I do have to carry her into her apartment. Lisa on the other hand, while I?ll admit that she?s and attractive too, is a different matter. Lisa?s a natural blonde with big ol? knockers, which is good, but other than her huge tits, she?s rather plain looking, and she really doesn?t hold a candle to Angela or Katie as far as the cute girl with the hot body thing goes. Lisa usually isn?t so polluted that I have to carry her, not that I really could. Don?t get me wrong, its not like Lisa is fat or anything, she just big, like 5?11? big, and I know I would have issues getting her out of the truck and into her house if she ever really did get stinking drunk. Mind you, I wouldn?t mind playing with those big ol? titties for awhile while if I ever had to carry her drunk ass into her house. Needless to say, but the time I drop of the other two girls and get Angela home, I usually wide awake and usually horny from having to man handle Katie into bed. Best part about have to do all the drinking on my wife?s girls night out is that in her drunken state, Angela is always more than receptive of my advances. Honestly, life is good. OK?I digress; I guess in hindsight everything started on one of Angela?s girl?s night out events. Angela called to tell me that the had a dog had been brought in right at closing that had been hit by a car, and that she would be working late, which meant that she and the girls would be going to the little dance bar by her work when she finished up with the hurt dog. She had called to give me a heads up to put my cell phone near the bed so I would hear it ring if she and the girls needed a ride. I chuckled at her, and told her to have a good time and to call me if she needed too. After putting around the house and watching TV for awhile I dozed off. I remember being half awake and feeling Angela climbing into bed. I glanced at the clock, it was 2:30, and I knew that Angela was home safe, so I snuggled back beneath the covers to go back to sleep. It wasn?t a minute later that I felt Angela?s hand on my hip gently rubbing me. I was still half asleep, but that didn?t last long. After a couple of minutes of her hand rubbing on my hip, I felt it gently slide down towards my dick, and she gently began to rub and fondle my dick. Before long I felt myself getting hard, and I knew that Angela wasn?t going to stop till we made love. I feigned still being asleep and as I slowly became more awake, I let myself enjoy my wife?s warm soft hand gently rubbing and softly jerking my ever growing erection. After a few more minutes of playing possum, Angela stopped, then I felt the covers tighten and a cool breeze on my body. I opened my eyes, and in the mostly dark room I could see that Angela had pulled the covers over her head. She still was holding my dick in one hand, but I could already feel her long auburn hairs tickling the side of my stomach, and then I could feel her hot breath as she began to kiss lightly on my dick. Then I felt a particularly warm breath right on top of my dick, which was immediately followed by the top 1/3 of my dick being suddenly covered in a wonderful feeling of warm wetness. I reached up under the covers and bumped Angela?s left thigh, then my hand was soon running up and down her smooth, soft thigh as she started to suck my dick. I wasn?t long before she had all of me in her mouth, deep throating me, which isn?t too hard, I?m only about 6 ½ inches long. I worked my hand up under Angela thigh, and felt her starting to lift her left leg over my chest. Angela caught on immediately and before I knew it she was straddling me, her thick auburn bush hovering right above my face. I ran my thumb over her slit, and was amazed at how wet she was. She was like sopping wet. My thumb easily slid up and down her slit making her hips writhe every time my thumb bumped her hard little clit. I had just pulled my thumb from my wife?s entrance, when suddenly she pushed her smoldering pussy down hard on my face. I reached up and spread her cheeks and started licking her very wet pussy in time with her bobbing up and down on my dick. She starting bobbing faster and faster on my hard and very much awake dick, and I licked faster as I tried to keep up with her. It didn?t take long at all and Angela ground her furry little pussy hard into my face, letting my dick fall from her mouth and she started moaning and writhing as I ate her out. The faster I ate her the more she moaned, and before long she was actually telling me how good it felt, and then she started twitching on top of me and grinding harder onto my face. Her pussy was undulating and pressing hard down on my tongue and lips, and I couldn?t believe how wet she was. It wasn?t just a little wetness mixed with my saliva, but it felt like she was literally oozing into my mouth. Then Angela raised up the upper half of her body, bracing herself with her arms as she pressed her pussy even harder into my face. Her hips twitched and bucked, and she let out a long low guttural moan as her pussy convulsed and twitched over my stationary tongue. Angela was still straddling me as she recovered from her orgasm. I had turned my head to the side, and was trying to catch my breath too. My dick was hard as a rock and wanting relief, and I wasn?t about to let Angela come in and wake me up, then get off with out me getting off too. I gave her half a minute to catch her breath, and just as I was pull myself up out from under her legs and take her doggy style; Angela threw the covers off my legs and turned around to face me. She reached down with one hand and grabbed my hard dick then, leaned down over me. As she leaned into me, I could feel her hot breath on my face, and the reek of alcohol as she kissed me on the lips and whispered to me, ?God! I need you to fuck me so bad!? I was still a little shocked at hearing my wife say that. I mean were usually talk when we make love, but she never says talks like that, never says things like ?fuck??it?s always ?make love? of something less raw like that. I wouldn?t have been surprised if she said she needed me, or needed me badly or something like that, but to hear her say that she needed me to ?fuck her?, well that was really unlike her, and it was a turn on. While I was still trying to get my mind around what she had said, Angela leaned back, and quickly lowered herself onto my waiting dick. She wasn?t subtle or really gentle about it, once she felt my dickhead at her pussy?s opening she forcefully pushed herself down on me. Then putting her hands on my hips she braced herself, and started pushing her hot wet pussy up and down my more than eager dick at a quick pace. I reached up and grabbed her hips, and started thrusting up to meet her downward pushes. God it felt good. She was wet, really wet, and oh so warm inside. Angela picked up the pace and to be honest I was having a hard time keeping up. I finally gave up and decided to just hang on and let this crazy woman do the work. Angela was literally pounding her pussy down on me hard and fast, and in the dim light I could see her face contorted in concentration and ecstasy. Then she suddenly changed from pounding up and down to grinding down hard on my dick, and she started moaning. I was just on the verge of cumming myself when she let out a low moan and I could feel her pussy muscles suddenly tighten on my dick the way they do when she starts cumming. I started thrusting again; I was almost there?almost there. Angela let out another long low moan, and I could actually feel her pussy spasming on my dick. I started cumming; I could feel my dick shoot load after load, as I continued pumping into her sweet little pussy. About the second time I squirted, Angela convulsed hard, and half whispered, half hissed, ?OH! GAWD! YESsss!? She was writhing now and I was still cumming and pumping into her. Then suddenly she yelled, ?OH GAWD! YES!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!? I was still pumping away, even though I was pretty taken aback by her loud utterance, and her choice of words. Then Angela said in a softer voice, ?Gawd your dick feels so good inside me?.I could fuck you all night.? I was looking up at my wife?s face as she said that, and saw that her eyes were closed and her face was literally glowing at the time. She was grinding slower now, the big orgasm was passing, but it was obvious that she was still enjoying the sensations of it rippling through her. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, and then softly said, ?I really like fucking. I really like fucking you. You know that?? I wasn?t sure what had gotten into Angela, but I was definitely liking it. I looked up at her, and cautiously said, ?I like fucking you too.? Angela giggled at that, and then with me still inside her she laid down on top of me and kissed me on the lips, then she snuggled her head next time mine. She turned and kissed me lightly near my ear and whispered, ?I glad.? Then she added, ?Does it turn you on when I talk real dirty like that?? I was honest and told her it did. She giggled again and said, ?Good. I like doing it.? I was laying there, Angela still on top of me, and all I could think of was what the hell had come over her tonight. Well that, and about how good the sex was. After a couple of minutes, I could hear Angela?s breathing slowing down?..slowing down way to much. I was actually thinking she was going to pass out drunk on top of me, and I was really curious about what had brought about this sudden change in her. I said, ?Angela?? She contentedly replied, ?Mummm Humm? I didn?t know where to start, so I asked, ?I take it you had fun tonight?? Again her soft voice sounded full of contentment as she said, ?Ya. I had fun.? Short answers, not the best for conveying information. I told her I was glad she made it home OK. Angela sighed and said, ?We have to get he car tomorrow.? Now I was confused. I said ?Get the car? Didn?t you drive home?? Angela cooed out softly, ?No?we had too much to drink. Jerome brought us home.? OK?Now I was more confused than ever. I said, ?Jerome? Who called Jerome?? Angela kind of giggled a little, and snuggled in tighter, and kissed me softly on the cheek. I waited a second. Angela?s breathing was still slowing. I asked her again, a little louder this time, ?Jerome brought you home?? Angle softly said, ?Ya. Dropped of Lisa, then me, then he was taking Katie home.? I asked her, ?Why did you call Jerome? Why didn?t you just call me?? She giggled again, and after a second said, ?We didn?t call him?he was there.? I thought that was strange, and all I could think to say was, ?Oh.? Apparently ?Oh? worked better than real question, and Angela started taking, well kinda babbling. And she said, ?Ya. He came in late and saw us there and came over and sat with us.? I said, ?Really?? Thinking it was odd for Jerome to be in that part of town on a Friday night. I asked her, ?What were Jerome and Keisha doing there?? Angela mumbled, ?Just Jerome?no Keisha.? Again I said, ?Oh?, followed by a, ?That?s odd.? Angela said, ?He and Keisha broke up. Just Jerome now.? Then she giggled and her eyes opened up for the first time since I started asking her about how she got home, and she had a drunken, sleepy half grin on her face and added, ?But maybe Jerome and Katie now.? Then she giggled again like a little school girl. I was surprised. Heck last week was poker night, and Jerome and Keisha seemed happy as clams. I couldn?t under stand why Jerome would have let Keisha go. Keisha is a cutie. She?s black and around 30 years old; maybe about 5 foot 9 with long beautiful legs, a nice butt that?s not too big and huge breasts that have to be 38D?s or maybe even an E. To me she looked a lot like Halle Berry but with longer hair, and she always was wearing really short dresses that were barely below the top of her thighs, and of course she seemed to always be wearing tops with very low necklines that showed her ample bronzy-brown cleavage. Jerome and Keisha had been dating quite awhile, and whenever I would tease Jerome about marrying Keisha, he would always say that he thought she might be the one. I would often kid Jerome about it he didn?t marry Keisha that I would. Jerome would always remind me that I was already married to a hot little wife, and that he didn?t think Angela would be very understanding of a second wife. This conversation always turned into Jerome marrying Keisha, and then the two of us plotting to share our wives with each other. It was all in good fun. I didn?t really think either of us was serious about it, and I doubted highly that Angela of Keisha would ever go for something like that. Hell, I wasn?t sure I would. I mean I?d like to get into Keisha pants, but I wasn?t really willing to let Jerome get into Angela?s pants are part of the bargain. Jerome and I both like kid each other like that, and he and I both really like to flirt with the girls. He?s better at it than I am, and when ever I would flirt with Keisha, Jerome was sure to out do me flirting with Angela, but that?s all it ever was; good nature flirting with no real teeth behind it. I was concerned about Jerome, well that and I was wondering what the hell he was doing at the bar. He knew that Angela and the girls from her work went there every now an then, but this was a last minute thing, and I?m sure he didn?t know they would be there tonight. I asked Angela if Jerome had said anything about what happened to him and Keisha. Angela tossed her head from side to side and then she said, ?Nooo Just said he was single now, and wanted to buy three pretty ladies drinks.? ?Hummm? I thought to myself, making a mental note to call Jerome in the morning and get the scoop on why he and Keisha were no longer together. I still hadn?t forgotten about the way Angela had giggled when she said that ?maybe it was Jerome and Katie now?, and decided to ask about that. I asked her point blank about what she meant when she said it was Jerome and Katie now. Angela smiled again and through half closed eyes she said, ?Tired?.Tell you in the morning.? I said, ?Uhhhtt Uhhh Tell me now.? Angela said, ?Ohhhhh.? I kissed her gently and said, ?Pleaseeee?? Angela rolled into to me and snuggled down again. Then she said, ?You know...? I waited, but she didn?t say anything else, so I prompted her, ?You know?what?? Lazily Angela said, ?You know how big a flirt he is.? I said, ?Ya?..? She said, ?OhhhOOOH?Can?t I tell you tomorrow?? I said, ?No?? Angela?s eyes were closed, but a definite pout came to her lips, then she sighed heavily and started talking. She said that Jerome came over to their table and bought them all drinks, and flirted with Lisa and Katie. I interrupted her and I said, ?He?s too good to flirt with you now?? I saw a tiny smile creep onto Angela?s face, and knew the answer, even though she didn?t say anything about Jerome flirting with her. She went on to haphazardly tell me that Jerome flirted and danced with them. That was a surprise to me; I didn?t think the little bar even had a dance floor. She went on to say that he took turns dancing with each of them, and being Jerome he had flirting the whole time. Then she giggled and told me that Jerome insisted on Lisa giving him a kiss when he dropped her off. How it looked like Lisa didn?t want Jerome to go after the kiss. She said that Lisa had actually reached around and grabbed both of Jerome?s butt cheeks and squeezed them when he kissed her, and how Lisa yelled to Katie and her, that next time she was going to be the last one dropped off. Angela smiled again and then she said that when Jerome dropped her off, that Katie had moved up to the front seat, and yelled at Angela to hurry up and go inside, that she was ready for her turn. I asked her want Katie meant by ?her turn?, and after some hesitation she finally admitted, that she had kissed and squeezed Jerome?s butt mimicking what Lisa had done. There was a little awkward silence, and I looked down at Angela to see why she had stopped speaking. Her eyes were open, and she was staring up at me. She said she was sorry. I said, ?Sorry? What for?? She said she was sorry for acting that way. Then she went on to add that It was all fun?nothing serious, and said, ?I was just having fun and being goofy like Lisa.? Then I thought she was going to cry. I could see the tears forming in her eyes. I leaned down and kissed, and took her in my arms and told her it was alright. I told her that I know that Jerome flirts with everyone, and I didn?t think that she had done anything really wrong. I tried to assure her that I thought it was kinda funny, and said I was sure that the girls had put Jerome off his game by acting that way, adding that I wish I could have seen his face. Angela snuggled tighter into me and kissed me told me she loved me, and was glad she married me. When I asked her what else, she said, ?That was it. Jerome when back to his car and he and Katie left.? I laughed and said, ?Well I bet that Katie got more than a kiss and a cheap feel.? To my surprise Angela just responded by letting out a sexy little, ?Mummm.? Then I could have sworn that I heard her mumbled,??If she?s lucky.? When I said, ?What?? Angela didn?t answer. I asked her again, but either she was already asleep, or she had finally passed out, I?m not sure which. Needless to say, I was awake for quite awhile after that. Angela had crashed pretty quickly. Heck, I thought she was going to fall asleep half way through our conversation as it was, and I wasn?t surprised that she had either passed out, or drifted off so quickly. I was still thinking about how sexy it was that in Angela?s drunken state she had been so vocal when we made love. Angela knows me too well I thought. She knows that I?m a closet voyeur, and that it has always turned me on whenever guys flirt with her. She also knows that it drives me absolutely crazy (in a good way) when she flirts back. It bothered me that she had been so emotional when se was telling me about her messin? with Jerome, and mimicking Lisa?s grabbing at his butt and kissing him. I mean she should have known that it wouldn?t really bother me, considering it was Jerome and all. But the fact that she almost started crying when she told me about it made me wonder what was wrong. I finally chalked it up to her being so drunk, and my mind was more than willing to return focusing and pondering what liberties Jerome probably took with Katie. I was more than willing to return to thinking about what Angela had said about Katie ?being lucky? for a second. I kind of wondered what Angela had meant by that. I mean I knew she meant that if Katie was lucky, that Jerome would bang her brains out. Knowing Jerome, I would be very surprised if he didn?t screw the shit out of Katie. I mean let?s be real. She?s a hot little thing and no one in their right mind would pass up a chance at screwing her. I don?t know if she was into black guys or not, but it would surprise the hell out of me if Jerome didn?t fuck her; especially if she was any where near as drunk as Angela was. Jerome isn?t only a flirt, but he?s also a charmer. The only way he wasn?t going to nail Katie, was if he didn?t want to, and it?s not like Jerome to let that happen if he?s horny. To be honest, as I laid wake thinking, I had pretty vivid images of what I thought Katie?s hot little naked body would look like naked, then to my surprise I though about Katie and Jerome together, and them screwing. For some reason, the thought of his black body pressing into Katie?s sexy little white body was a real turn on to me, and before I knew it I was quietly jacking off as images of Katie letting Jerome pound into her sweet little body filled my mind. God, those thoughts were so erotic to me that in no time I couldn?t help but squirt what little cum I had left into the covers. After I jacked off, I was still thinking about Katie and Jerome, and I guess interracial sex in general. About how taboo it seemed to be, and about how erotic it was at the same time. I tried to decide why I was feeling this way, why it was turning me on so much. Was it because that interracial sex was still so forbidden and looked down on? Was it the contrast in skin colors? Was it the idea of some big black dick plowing into some little white hottie?s box? Hell, I wasn?t sure, but one thing I was sure of was that for what ever reason I sure found it exciting. My mind began to settle down, and then it circled around to the way Angela had said, ??if she lucky.? It really wasn?t what she said, but more the way in her drunken state she had said it. I wasn?t positive, but at the time it sure sounded like Angela was kind of envious. It was almost like the alcohol had let Angela?s guard down enough that she was letting her true feelings slip out for a second. I looked over at Angela, She was sleeping soundly, and all I could think about was that maybe my kidding Jerome about swapping Keisha for Angela wouldn?t have been an impossible thing as far as Angela was concerned. Until that slip, if it was really a slip, Angela had never really given any sign that she found black people attractive. Well, maybe not black people in general that she was being envious about, maybe it was just Jerome. One thing for sure, Angela was never reserved about flirting back with him. I don?t think that she ever really initiated the little flirting matches with Jerome, but she always acted like she enjoyed their little back and forth sessions; maybe she enjoyed them more than I realized. We both slept in the next morning. I woke first and went about my business, letting Angela sleep in as long as she needed. It was almost 11:30 and Angela still hadn?t gotten up, so I decided to go out and mess with the car. I had planned on working on the car this weekend anyway, and since Angela wasn?t getting up, and I was bored I thought now was as good a time as any. The car was due for an oil and filter change, and thought that I might as well get that over with. I had just finished changing the oil and decided that I?d go ahead and tune it up and see if I could that solved a slight hesitation problem it was having. My car?s a Honda accord. Good car, but like any car it needs attention now and then. I usually change the oil and filters, and that?s about it, that?s usually all it really needs I can check and gap plugs and timing, and do a general tune up, which was what I was going to do to see if the hesitation would go away. I was still wiping the oil off my arms when Angela poked her head out the door to say good morning. Her hair was still wet from her morning shower, but she looked and acted chipper, the late night of drinking didn?t seem to affect her at all. She came out into the garage and gave me a big kiss. Then she looked at the hood up on the car and asked me what I was doing. I told her that I was changing the oil and was going to see if I could get rid of the hesitation problem. For some reason, that seemed to prompt another kiss, followed by her asking me when I thought I might be done. I told her an hour of so, unless I screwed something up. Angela said ?OK?, and then told me that Lisa was coming by in about 30 minutes to pick her up and take her to lunch, then swing by the bar and pick up her car. She asked me if I wanted to go. I told her ?No?, and then said, ?I thought Lisa?s car was at the bar too?? Angela said it was, but that one of the techs at work picked up Lisa this morning on his was into feed the animals, and that Lisa was already on her way to our house. I said, ?Oh? and Angela smiled at me and went back inside to finish getting ready. I was finishing up gapping the plugs when Lisa picked up Angela. I was just telling Lisa that I would go to get Angela for her, when she came out. Angela kissed me goodbye then went around the car and climbed in with Lisa; they both waved goodbye and proceeded to back out into the street and leave. I want back to work on the car, and set the timing. I went inside and grabbed my wallet and took the Honda for a test drive. No hesitation, everything was working great. I swung by a burger joint and got a burger and fry?s to take home and then headed back home to get clean and eat. I came home and went to the kitchen and scrubbed up in the sink, then grabbed my burger bag and headed into the Den to watch the TV and eat. I flipped on the TV and then sat in the corner of the couch by the end table near the big windows that looked out into the backyard. Angela had left her laptop on top of the TV tray again near the corner of the couch. I shouldn?t say again, like it doesn?t happen all the time; it does. The TV tray and Angela?s laptop were a common fixture in the Den these days. Angela would do her facebook and play games while we watched TV, well while I watched TV. I put the burger bag down and was picking up the laptop to move it when it came out of hibernation. Sure enough Angela?s facebook page sprang into focus. I haphazardly glanced at it as I was putting it on the end table, and then noticed that she had been chatting with Katie. My mind instantly flashed back to the night before, and Angela telling me about Jerome dropping the girls off. Naturally, I had to look to see what they had said to each other. I started reading the chat thread, and it was the goodbye, talk to ya later, love you stuff at the end, so I pulled the scroll bar all the way to the beginning. It was pretty much mundane stuff in first couple of sentences, but apparently Angela was as eager as I was as to what happened after they dropped Angela off. Katie: ?It was wonderful.? Angela: "Oh really? Go on?J? Katie: ?He gave me a real long kiss?long?Like he gave you when he dropped you off. He?s such a good kisser.? Angela: ?I know. That man can kiss. Whoa Honey!? Katie: ?J You know it sister.? Then she added, ?He held me tight while he kissed me on the front porch?God did it feel good.? Angela: ?LOL I bet I can guess what was so good about it. Hehehehe.? Katie: ?LOL I know! I know! God it felt so hard pressing in right above my coochie.? Angela: ?LOL GOD! I know. When he kissed me, it felt like he was pressing a fire hose into me.? Katie: ?I was wondering what took him so long when he was kissing you. Do you feel it?? Angela: ?I was pretty drunk at the time, but yes I touched it. He?s huge!!!!? Katie: ?You ain?t kidding. I thought I saw you two doing more than just hugging for a minute of two.? Angela: ?NO you didn?t. I just touched it once that was all.? Katie: ?Liar! LOL I saw you throw you head back and let him play with your girls.? Angela: ?No you didn?t. You had your eyes closed. Hehehehe.? Katie: ??and I saw that you did more than just touch it once. LOL.? Angela: ?Ok?maybe twice, but that?s all. And I told him to keep his hands to himself too.? Katie: ?LIAR! lol? Angela: ?LOL It was innocent fun. Sounds to me like you had more fun than any of us!? Katie: ?Don?t change the subject. We?re talking about you not me.? Angela: ?We were????? Katie: ?I thought you were going to make him take it out and show you what it looked like.? Angela: ?I should have, but then he would have had to quit kissing me and squeezing my titties for a minute. LOL? Katie: ?If you would have?It would have scared you.? Angela: ?Probably. Did it scare you?? Katie: ?To be honest it did at first. Angela?.Girl?.He is bigger than big.? Angela: ?Really? How big is that? LOL? Katie: ?I tried to kind of measure it. It went from the bend in my wrist to down past the bend in my elbow. And AND! Its bigger around that my wrist is.? Angela: ?Wow! Did you do it or did you give him oral.? Katie: ?Yes and No. I tried to give him oral, he really wanted it, but I couldn?t get it in. LOL He had to settle for the real deal.? Angela: ?Ouch! Think the real deal would hurt.? Katie: ?Surprisingly it didn?t.? Angela: ?Really?? Katie: ?Really. He took his time, and did all kinds of wonderful things to me to get me ready. And when I was ready, he was gentle and patient?..and once we got going?MY GOD was it GOOD!!!!!? Angela: ?No fair. L? Katie: ?LOL Awwww! I didn?t mean to make you sad. LOL? Angela: ?To be honest I?ve always wondered what it would be like.? Katie: ?Well I?m convinced now. Bigger is BETTER.? Angela: ?Are you two going to start dating now?? Katie: ?Oh No. My folks would absolutely die if they heard I was dating a black guy. I?m not going to date him?.LOL pick him up every now and then and use him, but definitely not date him. LOL? Angela: ?OK, but I get him on your off days. LOL Just kidding.? Katie: ?You wouldn?t regret it if you did?I can tell you that much.? Angela: ?I thought he would probably be a good lover from the way he dances.? Katie: ?Oh he much better in bed than on the dance floor?if you can believe that. Yummy good.? Angela: ?OK now you?re making me feel bad again.? Katie: ?I could tell you two were having a very good time dancing? Sorry, didn?t mean hurt you by saying that.? Angela: ?Its OK I?m married anyway. I shouldn?t be thinking about other men.? Katie: ?You married not dead. Besides, I?m sure Bill thinks of other women all the time. Men are like that.? Angela: ?I?m sure your right. But I don?t think he?s out doing the kind of things with them like the three of us were doing with Jerome last night.? Katie: ?I bet he has. You just don?t know it. Besides, it?s not like you?re the one that slept with him.? Angela: ?Hey. You said you weren?t being mean.? Katie: ?I didn?t mean it that way and you know it.? Angela: ?I know. I just pouting is all.? Katie: ?Well I?m sure he would have tried to sleep with you too if you had been the last one he dropped off. He defiantly danced with you the most, and he didn?t even try to feel up Lisa?s coochie like he did yours.? Angela: ?OH! MY! GOD!!! YOU DIDN?T!!!? Katie: ?LOL OMG! I DID! I was there, so don?t even think about lying about it. Only one of his hands was on your girls. The other one was rubbing up and down the front of your jeans over coochie. Don?t EVEN try to lie about that.? Angela: ?LOL I won?t. Just don?t tell.? Katie: ?I won?t if you won?t? Angela: ?Pinky swear.? Katie: ?Pinky swear.? Angela: ?I love you.? Katie: ?I love you too sister.? Angela: ?Lisa?s coming by in about an hour to go to lunch and pick up the car. You wanta come? Katie: ?Sure.? Angela: ?Great. You can give Lisa and I all the nasty little details over lunch.? Katie: ?LOL Only if you buy.? Angela: ?I buy?if you?ll tell.? Katie: ?Well, maybe. Don?t want to make Lisa mad that she got the short end of the stick.? Angela: ?Humm maybe you?re right. We?ll talk later.? Katie: ?Ok Call me after lunch and I tell you all the glorious details?.and make you jealous.? Angela: ?LOL You just might.? Katie: ?J I will.? Angela: ?OK we?ll call you when we?re on the way.? Katie: ?OK loves you.? Angela: ?OK Loves you too.? Katie: ?K Bye? Angela: ?Bye,? I realized that I had wolfed down my burger and fries without even really tasting them. No wonder Angela was so wound up when she came to bed. Hell! I was dumbfounded. I went back and re-read the whole thing again. Yep, it was all there. My wife kissing Jerome and letting him feel up her titties and rub her pussy through her jeans. Then the lucky bastard went home with Katie and fucked her brains out. I sat there staring at my wife?s computer with the absolute hardest erection I think I?d ever had. I mean it was more than erotic to me to think of Jerome and Katie, but now those images seemed to be crowded out of my mind with thoughts of Jerome and Angela, my wife. I couldn?t stand it. I got up and went to the bathroom, then grabbing a tube of K-Y Jelly, I went over by the tub, and standing in front of the tub, I squeeze a big gob of KY into to my hand and immediately began beating off. I could see in my mind, Jerome and Angela on the front porch. Angela was kissing him, and rubbing the outline of his dick through his pants. Jerome was squeezing one of Angela?s breasts through her blouse, and rubbing his other large black hand up and down the front of her jeans, making Angela wetter than ever. I squirted gobs and gobs of cum into the tub, as I continued to milk my dick thinking about Angela screwing Jerome. After the cum stopped flowing, I pulled on my dick for another good two or three minutes, I was still so turned on by the idea of Angela and Jerome. Finally, I cleaned up and headed back into the Den. I copied and pasted Katie?s and Angela chat to a word file and emailed it to my email account. To be honest I poked around in Angela?s facebook account for a good hour, but didn?t find anything else that was interesting. I even went to far as to go on the internet and download a key-logger file and install it on Angela?s computer. I wasn?t pissed or anything. Hell I was more turned on than I think I had even been in my whole life, and I didn?t want to miss one erotic thing that Angela or on of her friends might talk to her about on the computer. I guess it was a couple of weeks later when Angela said that she and the girls were having another girl?s night out. It just happened to correspond to my Poker night, so I was pretty confident that Jerome wouldn?t be making an unannounced stop by to visit the girls while they were out and about. I checked in with Steven, Mike, and Jerome before leaving the office and we were a go for 8:00pm at Steven house. I went home, and to my surprise Angela wasn?t there yet. I puttered around waiting for her, and about 6:00pm she finally came home. We both talked about our day, and generally puttered around the house until it was time for us to go our separate ways. Angela said she needed to leave at 7:00 to meet the girls at the restaurant, and I had to leave at 7:30 to make it to Steven?s by 8. I was watching TV while Angela got ready to go meet up with the girls. It?s surprising how quickly girls can get dressed and go when they really want too. Angela gave me a quick kiss good bye and told me she would call me if they drank too much and then she was off. I thought about fixing a quick snack before heading out, but I wasn?t really hungry, besides every time Steven hosted the game, he had plenty of food. He usually Bar-B-Qued chicken or brisket and he and his wife Jennifer made what was really a Bar-B-Que dinner for everyone whenever he hosted the game. I plopped back on the couch, and flipped through the channels; nothing on. I was pretty much ready to go, and decided to kill the last 15 or 20 minutes going over the key-logger files that the program emailed to my account. I went through the jumble of text the key-logger sent me from my wife?s computer. Most of it was pretty boring stuff that she and her facebook friends seem to send each other all the time; stuff about their kids, or about some funny survey results from facebook, that kind of thing. Then towards the end of the text file, there was a note from Angela to Katie saying that Lisa was still feeling sick and wouldn?t be going to the girl?s night out tonight. That was followed by my wife asking Katie is she wanted to reschedule, and Katie responding ?No...She still wanted to go.? My wife apparently had sent her a note saying, ?Good that she could finally get the scoop on Katie?s evening with Jerome; about how she still hadn?t gotten any details of Katie?s night with Jerome.? Katie sent her a note back asking Angela if she wanted her to call up Jerome and have him meet them at the bar so he could tell her himself. To my wife?s credit, she sent a note back saying, ?No... Don?t tell him we?re going out. Angela went on to type that she wanted to hear about her night with Jerome, not from Jerome. That if he showed up she knew she wouldn?t hear anything about what happened that night.? The last entry was from Katie, and all it said was, ?OK?.but you know me?.? I wasn?t sure what that meant, but I was somewhat relieved that Jerome was playing poker with the guys tonight, and that Katie wasn?t going to try to lure him away with her womanly ways. I headed out to Stevens, and when I got there all the guys were already there including Jerome. It wasn?t long before everyone had eaten Steven?s Bar-B-Que chicken dinner that he and Jennifer had made. It was really good; Steven knows his way around the grill. We had all been drinking already, and by the time we actually started playing it was 09:30, and everyone was already feeling good. I wasn?t having any luck at all, Jerome wasn?t doing much better. It seemed that Steven and Mike were the ones winning tonight, and before long Jerome was completely tapped out. Jerome went and got a refill and was standing a little behind me when I heard Jennifer and Mike?s girl friend, behind me. Jennifer and Mike?s girlfriend, Susan had cornered him about Keisha. Jerome wasn?t felling much pain up till that point, but when I turned my chair to where I could see him, he actually had a hurt look on his face. I guess that Jennifer and Susan both recognized the look too, and they immediately started apologizing for asking. Jerome assured them that it was Ok, that he didn?t mind talking about it. Then he went on to say that apparently while he was serious about Keisha, she wasn?t quite as serious about him. He went on to say that he and Keisha had a long talk and it pretty much boiled down to her wanting to see him and other guys too, that Jerome had agreed to doing that, but that he and Keisha had only gone out a couple of times since that night. Jennifer and Susan both offered their sympathies, and then both hugged him, which did seem to cheer Jerome up a little. Then of course, they both started rattling off names of girls that would be perfect for him. Jerome listened to them patiently until he had finished his drink, and then he thanked the girls for caring, and assured them that he was alright. I?ve known 23043 2.79/512345