I'll never forget the day I came home and found Ginny fucking someone else in our bed. I don't know what upset me more, the fact that she was doing it in our bed, or the look of sheer ecstasy on her face as her titties bounced up and down in rhythm to her sliding up and down on the guy's cock. I could not see his face from the door, so I just turned around and went downstairs. Ginny didn't even look twice, just smiled a wicked smile and continued.
I'm a salesman, so I have to travel quite a bit, but I always try to make it home for the weekend whenever possible. I had known something was wrong for several years, but I tried to hope it wasn't what it turned out to be.
About an hour later, Ginny and her fuck-mate came downstairs. Ginny introduced him as Dan, and said that she would come over later and pick up where they left off. She gave him a goodbye kiss twice as hot as she had ever given me and saw him out the door.
Ginny started before I had a chance to say anything, "Get used to it, buster. You and I are through fucking, I no longer desire you in bed, but otherwise you're still acceptable.
"What do you mean, acceptable?"
"Listen, we both know that our sex life, what there was of it, was terrible. I mean, you tried your best, but it just doesn't turn me on anymore. Dan does, and it's as simple as that. However, I still need you as a husband to provide me with money, clothes and other necessities. You'll just have to learn to do without sex at home. I'm sure that won't be a problem. You're a salesman, after all, and you must have several mistresses along your route. Well, now you can fuck them to your heart's content and it won't bother me in the least. In fact, I hope you DO have some mistresses, or you are going to be a very lonely man for the next few years.
"Ginny, I want a divorce! If you are going to treat me this way, why should we pretend everything is OK and play the happily married couple? I mean, for Christ's sake, we've been married 19 years."
Ginny laughed "Of course, you want a divorce. But you're not gonna GET one from me, ever. You see, I have come to hate you more than I ever loved you. If I gave you a divorce, you would be free from me, and I want to torture you a while first. With your job, you're gone constantly, and I'm tired of sitting home alone waiting for you to come home. So I figure a little of your own medicine is called for, so there will be NO divorce. And don't try to move out either, or I'll call your boss and tell him that you've been shacked up with some bimbo and your reputation will be damaged forever." She made a sound very much like a cackle as she said this.
Ginny knew the company I have been a salesman for was very old fashioned and any hint of scandal or damaged reputation, would mean my job, and probably my career. She had me. The way I saw it I had two choices, I could move out anyway, and she would have my career over in less than a week, or I could stay and put up with it. I mean, I loved sex, and I still loved her, but it was obvious that me loving her didn't make a difference anymore. As for my "mistresses", that was a laugh. I am not hunk material and being nearly forty years of age, no longer young enough to attract mistress material. Besides, my conscience wouldn't let me have one anyway. I was raised to believe in the sanctity of marriage, and I still believed that cheating was wrong. I couldn't do it. I guess I was going to have to learn to live without sex. This would be a great burden, as I am cursed with a high sex drive, and to be perfectly honest, seeing Ginny in her nightie had given me a raging erection, which I was trying my best to hide from her.
Ginny saw though. "I see at least one part of you hasn't got the message yet. Oh well, you still have your hands!" And with that she went running upstairs laughing at the top of her voice.
She was right of course, and I proceeded to give myself a few good pulls on my boner, if for no other reason than to make it go down and try to sort this mess out. However, Ginny was not done with me, yet - "Yeah, Angela, come on over now, I don't have to meet Dan for another forty-five minutes. Do you still have that green vibrator?"
Shit, the lady across the street! She had been one of my fantasy fucks for as long as I can remember, but I always thought that she was happily married, and not interested in fooling around. She also had the biggest mouth in the neighborhood, and I knew I was about to be branded as the world's worst lover. There goes any chance of finding any relief with the neighbor women!
Angela came barging in without even knocking. I figured that her and Ginny had been doing this for quite a while, and she felt she didn't need to knock anymore. She gave me a look of scorn, and ran upstairs to fuck and suck my wife. I couldn't take anymore. I went out to the back yard and cried. Ginny yelled down from the window "Why don't you go over by the flowers, they need a little watering today." I heard both her and Angela yukking it up at my expense.
I decided I had to get out of the house, I couldn't stand it anymore. Ginny yelled to me as she heard the door open "Just make sure you're back tonight, or your boss gets a call in the morning!"
I decided to visit Angela's husband, Wayne. Wayne was probably the closest thing I had to a friend in the neighborhood, and his real estate office was a short drive from my house. I didn't really know what good talking to him would do, but I needed to talk to SOMEBODY!
Wayne was in a meeting, and I decided to wait. About a half hour later, he came out and saw me and said "How's it going Ed? Anything I can do for you, today?"
I said "Yeah, Wayne, can we talk in your office, this is personal... ?"
Wayne motioned me in and told his secretary to hold his calls, unless an
emergency came up.
I ran down the story with Ginny and me, and as Wayne listened, a look of disbelief crept over him. I also mentioned that Angela and Ginny were fucking now, even as we spoke.
Wayne laughed "Yeah, I know about that. Angela tells me in great detail when I get home. It turns me on and we usually get a couple of good fucks out of it. Ginny has even taken videos so that I can watch them during slow times at work. I thought you knew, Ginny said that you had given your blessing to her so that she wouldn't be so lonely when you were gone. I mean, they have been doing it for over five years now!"
"No, I didn't know, she never said a word. I always thought Angela hated me and she never seemed that fond of Ginny, either."
"Angela told me that Ginny said you had forced her to watch you and one of your mistresses fuck for over an hour, while she was tied in a chair, unable to move. Ginny said she cried for a solid hour after you were done and you left her there and went to a motel with the bimbo. You did, didn't you? I mean the whole neighborhood knows you see women on the side in front of Ginny's face. I'm glad she finally got the backbone to stand up to you. Serves you right, if you ask me."
I knew that this was a monumental mistake, and I thanked Wayne for his time and left. My wife was way ahead of me, and I was about to go through the most miserable years of my life. The neighborhood all thought I was flaunting my virility in my wife's face, which began to explain why I was not held in high regard in the neighborhood, but Ginny was.
As I came back home, there was a note from Ginny "Hope you enjoy your new life. Angela is now spreading the word about your situation. Oh by the way, why don't you drop in on Wayne, I'm sure he'd be glad to listen to you."
Was the woman psychic or just mean?
Ginny came back a couple of hours later, looking for all the world as though she had just been truly royally fucked and she was happy as a lark. She saw me and gave me a wicked grin.
"I just talked to Wayne on the cell phone in the car. He told me about your visit. You are so easy to manipulate. This is going to so much fun for me, and so much torture for you. I LOVE IT!!!"
While Ginny was gone, I thought about the options I now had left. The neighborhood was out - I was thought of as some kind of a pervert and I knew it would be impossible to change their opinion - I mean Ginny had been spreading the word for five years! I had no family other than Ginny - we had no children (she didn't want to ruin her body, she said), my parents were dead and I was an only child. Ginny's parents and I never saw eye to eye because I had married her just after she turned eighteen, and they blamed me for not giving her a chance for college. That was not true, of course. I even begged her to continue on in school, but she had said she was happy being a housewife.
I began to look like I was running out of options. The only other family member was Ginny's younger sister, Sarah. Ginny hated Sarah, and would not allow me to socialize with her, and wanted me to forget that she even existed. Ginny had always been overshadowed by her younger sister, who according to Ginny was prettier, sexier, nicer, smarter and better in everyone's eyes than she could ever be. I think that's why she jumped at the chance to marry me - so she could get away from home. I don't think she ever really loved me.
Sarah, on the other hand, WAS prettier, nicer, smarter, and definitely sexier than her sister. I had been in love with Sarah on first meeting her, but I was already going steady with Ginny at that time, and I was too much a gentleman to make the moves on my girlfriend's sister. Sarah, for her part, seemed to like me, too, but I was never sure how much as Ginny saw to it that we saw as little as possible of each other. In spite of that, Sarah and I got together one time.
Ginny would be truly pissed if she knew that I had taken Sarah's cherry (with her blessing, I might add). I almost wanted to tell her now, but that wouldn't change my situation any and it might give her even more ideas how to make my life even more miserable.
Thinking about Sarah had got me excited again, and I proceeded to jack myself off to relieve the pressure and at least drain myself before Ginny came back. My dick is like the rest of me - just average (a little over five inches, maybe six if I'm really excited), but I could still shoot sperm a long way up my chest. It did help to think of the most gorgeous girl I had ever known, and know that I had at least managed to screw her once. Knowing the way my wife was now, I would probably be glad I had jacked off.
With Sarah's body burned in my memory, I suddenly found myself back in my senior year of high school.
It was right around Halloween time and we were all dressed in costumes. Ginny was wearing a witches outfit (poetic justice, there), Sarah was dressed as an angel, and I was dressed as a devil. The costumes were Ginny's idea, and she made sure that the angel costume Sarah was wearing was at least two sizes two big for her, while her costume was skintight. My costume was also skintight, and I had a hell of a time getting it on. I had to have help from both Ginny and Sarah to get into it. This, of course, gave Ginny a chance to feel me up with her sister there, which gave Ginny a feeling of superiority. Sarah, however, was not deterred and did some feeling up of her own when Ginny was not looking. This was dangerous! There was no room in that costume for a hard-on.
The party dragged on and on, but Ginny was having a great time. Her costume got her the attention she craved, and frankly, was making me a bit jealous. I had finally had enough, and I told Ginny I was going home. She said that she would stay a while longer and she would call me when she got home. I was furious and I let her know I was. She ignored me and went back out on the dance floor. That should've told me something, but it didn't. As I was leaving, Sarah caught up to me.
"I've had enough of this dance AND this stupid costume. Why does Ginny do these things to me?"
I thought Ginny wanted to embarrass her, but I said "I don't really know, Sarah, but I'll be glad to walk you home, if you want. I could use the company."
Sarah readily agreed (a little TOO readily, in retrospect), but we knew we couldn't leave together or Ginny would have a fit. I left first, making a big deal out of it, so that Sarah could slip out the back door at the same time, unnoticed.
We met around the corner and started back.
Sarah started humming a love song she knew I liked. I was surprised and asked her why.
"Haven't you figured it out yet?" She smiled with a lusty grin.
"No, to be honest, I haven't." I said, but a voice in the back of my mind was saying things like (maybe you can fuck her tonight if you're lucky). Lucky, hell, blessed was closer to it.
Sarah sighed, "You know, you don't deserve Ginny. She really doesn't want you, you know, she just doesn't want me to have you, and that makes you very desirable to her."
I was shocked.
Sarah continued. "You know I've had a crush on you for over a year, and it seems to be getting stronger, not weaker. I have a hard time keeping my hands off you. Ginny just won't leave me alone with you long enough for me to show you what I want to show you."
I was speechless. Could my dream be cumming true (and I mean cumming!!!)?
Sarah turned to look at me and carefully kissed me. We had kissed before, but always like friends because we did not want to incur Ginny's wrath. This however, was no friendship kiss, This was a kiss of hunger, and I was immediately in danger of having to pay for a rented Halloween costume.
I said, "Are you sure about this?"
Sarah's response was to put my hand on her right boob. Now I must mention that I have been a boob fancier most, if not all of my life, and it was Sarah's perfect boobs that got me started. They were not overly big, but they were full (at least as far as I could tell) and they were quite heavy. If Sarah wore a tight top, her boobs would always push it up. She usually had to wear a size larger than she needed to avoid giving everyone a look at her belly button.
By now, my costume was starting to really hurt.
"Sarah, where can we go? My folks and your folks are both home."
"Remember the old tree house back of the Nelsons? They are out of town 'til Saturday, and I think that would be perfect."
Perfect for what, I didn't know and I didn't care. I would have gone with Sarah in front of the local Ladies Auxiliary if she had asked me to. The Nelsons were the next door neighbors to Ginny and Sarah, and I had seen the Tree house many times. In fact we had played there as kids with my best buddy, Scooter. This would be great - Sarah could go right home when needed, and I could slip over the back fence to get to my house without being seen.
"Give me a minute to get this damned costume fixed, and we can go." I gasped as I was trying to stuff my now rock hard cock somewhere where it would be comfortable in this damned costume.
Sarah purred, "Don't you dare, I love the view!"
RRRIIIIPPP!!!!!
"Oh well, I hope it isn't too expensive" and we both laughed.
We set new speed records to that tree house. My erection was flopping out of the tear in the costume, and Sarah almost ran into a tree looking at it. I almost ran into a tree myself, because Sarah whispered, "I took my bra and panties off at the dance in the ladies room. The costume is all I have on."
When we got to the tree house, I was out of breath from running. "Sarah, just let me catch my breath a minute."
Sarah gave me a look of pure lust and started to pull her costume off.
"Oh, no you don't, let me! I managed to gasp.
I had wanted to undress Sarah since the first time I saw her, and she knew it. She always let me know that she was interested, but I didn't know HOW interested until that night.
I slowly lifted the angel costume off Sarah and I saw her bushy cunt mound for the first time. Most girls of Sarah's age (she had just turned seventeen), don't have that much pubic hair (or so I've read), but Sarah was different. She looked like she had a forest down there, and I was amazed and harder than ever.
Sarah breathed "Like what you see, so far?"
Speech was not something I was capable of at the moment, so I nodded.
"You can put your eyeballs back in your head," she laughed, "there's more to come!"
By the time I had lifted the rest of the costume off, liquid was running down Sarah's legs in a steady stream, and her nipples were hard. I immediately put my mouth to her right nipple and squeezed her left nipple. Sarah was one of those women whose breasts were one of her major pleasure centers. She went nuts and almost threw me off her. I couldn't believe a girl could orgasm from somebody just sucking her boobs, but Sarah proved me wrong. I stepped back and said, "Now its your turn."
She was trembling, still coming down from her cum, and I noticed her cunt mound was positively drenched. She came over to me and ripped the rest of my costume off and then grabbed me in a hug and kissed me hard. Her tongue sought mine and I returned the favor. I started to rub her cunt. It was soaked and her pussy hair was matted. It felt so good that I rubbed it for at least five minutes. While I was doing this Sarah came again, and I hadn't even put anything into her yet! This was amazing!
I pointed to my cock and said "Would you touch it, it needs some warmth."
She gave me an evil grin and opened her mouth as wide as I had ever seen a girl's mouth go. She engulfed my erection in no time flat, sinking down to the root.
"How did you learn to do that???" I panted.
She took her mouth off long enough to say "From watching you and Ginny through the keyhole. Only I can do it much better. I've been practicing with my dildo. You remember, the dildo you gave Ginny on her birthday last year - she gave it to me a month later, saying it didn't compare to the real thing. I want to find out if she's right!" She then clamped back down again. She looked up to me and breathed, "The dildo wasn't big enough, you know..." She went back down again.
This was getting better and better. Sarah had sure learned her lessons well. I don't think a vacuum cleaner could have sucked me as well as she did that night. I couldn't last long and I started to pull her off my dick, but she would have none of it. I yelled "I'm coming, Sarah!" The look of carnal lust on her face was all it took. I must have filled her mouth in two seconds. She didn't swallow my cum then, she just smiled and gulped it all down at once. She then licked up all the rest of the cum that she had missed and smacked her lips.
I looked over at her, in shock. "You swallowed all my cum! Ginny doesn't do that, she says it tastes terrible. Why did you do that?"
Sarah looked up and got up in one motion. "I just wanted to. I had to know what it tasted like. I love it. God, it tastes good! We'll have to do that again."
"Yeah, but not right now - I have something else in mind for you..."
My cock was even harder than it was before. I could hardly wait to plunge into that soft forest I saw in front of me. Sarah was a brunette with extremely long hair, that she normally kept in a ponytail (Ginny was a blonde), and Sarah was now using her untied hair to brush against my upper chest. What a feeling that was! It was a great turn-on. She started to whip her head back and forth and whip my chest with her hair. It didn't hurt, but it sent erotic sensations through my body, and my cock jumped once or twice. I buried my head in her hair over her boobs. Did that feel good! Her hair smelled of strawberry.
I asked Sarah to lay down on the floor.
She eagerly compiled with my request and opened her legs wide pointing at her bush. "I'm running a little low on cum, please fill me up, Ed!"
I really wanted to eat her out to return the blow-job favor, but when I started to move my mouth there, she cried "I can't wait anymore, please fuck me!!"
How could I refuse such a tempting offer? I didn't want to!
I positioned my steel pole (it had ceased being just a cock) at the gates of pleasure, but I kept missing the door. Sarah helped me and guided me into her. The feeling was exquisite. Ginny's snatch was good, but Sarah was like heaven. About halfway down, I met an obstacle. A HYMEN!!!. I immediately pulled back out, or tried to. Sarah would have none of it, though and shoved me back in with as much force as she could muster. She could be pretty strong when she wanted to be. I ruptured her cherry (breaking it was much too mild of a term) and she grabbed her costume to scream into. Tears were rolling down her face, and I started to pull out again.
Sarah hissed "Leave it in there, please - let me get used to it. I want this so bad.!!!"
I did what she asked, but I was frightened. What if I hurt her permanently, where was all that blood coming from? (Ginny had not been a virgin when we first fucked, so I didn't know that breaking a cherry could be bloody).
I looked back down at Sarah and the pain had been replaced by that earlier look of sheer lust. I figured now would be a good time to resume. I figured right. It was a good thing I was squeezing her boobs, or her reaction would have bucked me off her. She went absolutely crazy and started fucking me back. I fact she was doing a better job than I was, so I let her take over. That was the only time I can ever remember being a passive fucker and being fucked by the fuckee. Even though I had already cum a little over ten minutes ago, I felt my second load of the night building up and I pulled out of Sarah before she had a chance to grab me again. She wined to put it back in, but I didn't want to get her pregnant. I stuck my cock between her boobs and came there. She drank all the cum she could get from me and then licked up what she could and scooped the rest off her tits and fed it to her mouth.
Sarah looked at me with the look of a very satisfied girl (no, she was a woman now) and said "This is the single best night of my life. I have never felt this good. I can't wait until we can do this again."
My thinking processes had taken a hike somewhere and I agreed with her. We scooped up what was left of our costumes. Sarah helped me fix my ripped costume as best as she could and we left the tree house. I made it home OK. The costume was ruined, though. It cost 15 bucks to replace, however Sarah paid for half, and it was the best $7.50 I had ever spent.
The next day, I remembered what happened and I knew I couldn't see Sarah again, because I had cheated on Ginny. I felt like a first-class heel. I had even taken Sarah's cherry, for Christ sakes!. I know she wanted me too, but it still wasn't right. Ginny never found out that I know of, and when I told Sarah in school the next day, she started crying. I said that it was the most wonderful moment of my life, but it had to be just that one time, for Ginny's sake. I also told her that she was three times the lover her sister was, but made her promise never to tell her that. Sarah beamed and kissed me just as passionately as she had the previous night. We never made love again, to my great sorrow.