Sloppy Old Pussy - She listened to her girlfriend.
A short story of how a wife's botched, one time attempt at infidelity proved beneficial to her husband.
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Carrie and I (Ken) had been married for almost 20 years. We were both virgins in high school when I got her pregnant with Marissa, then Teresa a year later... SNIP - no more babies from me.
Now that the youngest of our two daughters were in college, I hoped to reconnect with my still very attractive wife, but no cigar... she continued to limit sex to once a week on Sundays, the same as she had since our daughters became teenagers. That wasn't my plan. Now that our nest was empty, I was expecting a lot more. After all, we were still young, both under forty.
Don't misunderstand me, sex with Carrie was good. She never failed to orgasm during our appointed Sunday sessions. And she wasn't faking it either, I could feel her body shudder and her fluids gush when she climaxed. But whenever I ventured for more during the week, she always gave me that look; 'You got it Sunday, so don't complain'... Since I loved her without reservation, I occasionally had to call on my hand.
...And then one day, it all went to hell...
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"Hi, honey," Carrie cooed, returning from her Tuesday evening shopping trip, "Any calls for me?"
"Yeah, someone by the name of Abby left a message on the machine asking if your Wednesday lunch was still on."
"Great, I'll call her back to confirm."
"Who's Abby?" I asked.
"Ken, you must remember Abby Johnston," she replied, "She was my best friend in high school."
"That cow?" I groused.
Yes, I remembered big-mouthed Abby; a big boned, six foot, 170 pound horsey teenager, whose favorite pastime was slapping around her male classmates. Contrast that to my wife, Carrie, who was only five foot four and 110 pounds. I could never understand how that Mutt and Jeff combination could be friends.
"Ken, that was a very long time ago," she admonished me, "She's happily married now. I haven't seen her in nearly twenty years and we thought we'd get together over lunch tomorrow and get caught up on our lives. Isn't that OK?"
"Just as long as you don't overdo it. Remember, we're celebrating our twentieth on Friday night."
"Of course, I remember... and you'll be getting your anniversary gift too," she giggled, "Now, if you can put the groceries away, I'll give her a call."
Wow! I was going to get it twice this week, once on Friday and then again at our usual time on Sunday. Whoop-tee-doo, thank God our anniversary didn't fall on a Sunday this year... I was carrying the cleaning supplies into the main bathroom when I heard her tittering on the phone from the bedroom. I stopped in mid-step...
"...Kevin's coming?" Carrie giggled, "Sounds marvelous... Yes... yes... Don't worry, I'll dress in something nice... OK, OK, the Red Dog at noon tomorrow... Gotta go, bye."
She hung up the phone with a smile on her face while I ducked back into the kitchen to resume my chores... What the hell was going on? She was going to meet some man? Naw... couldn't be, probably Abby's husband.
That night in bed, I got a surprise. Carrie attacked me. She bucked and squealed through two orgasms and wanted more. She sucked me up hard again and then climbed on top.
"C'mon, horse, fuck me... fuckme... fuckme..." she exhorted over and over again. Two more orgasms for her before I unloaded for the second time.
"Wow," I panted, coming down, "Horny on a Tuesday night?"
"Must have been the hot chili," she chuckled.
"Well, it's a good thing you made lots, cuz there'll be leftovers for a few more nights."
She elbowed me in the ribs and rolled over with a smile on her face... Of course, by this time, I was getting suspicious of her heightened libido. Could it have something to do with her Wednesday luncheon date?
I needed more information but wasn't into spying. There were lots of professionals who could do that, so at my office Wednesday morning, I hired the first PI who wasn't busy that day. I gave him a couple of pictures of Carrie, along with the time and place of her luncheon rendezvous at the Red Dog Motel and Restaurant. He shrugged and said he'd have the report completed by Thursday noon.
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Wednesday was a busy day and I was on pins and needles by the time I reached home for supper. Instead of being greeted by my wife, I found a note on the kitchen table.
Darling,
I did something really stupid this afternoon. I lifted a box that was too heavy and pulled a groin muscle. The pain is so intense, I've taken a couple of sleeping pills and gone to bed. Please sleep in the spare bedroom tonight so you don't disturb me.
P.S. There's leftover chili in the fridge.
I LOVE YOU. XXXOOO
Something didn't ring true so I went into my study and quietly closed the door, then rang my PI.
"Can't talk right now, doing a stake-out on another case," he hurriedly answered, "Sorry, I haven't had a chance to look at the videos yet, but I followed her home and waited a few minutes. She buried a package in your garbage can in the garage... gotta go, see you tomorrow at noon," he hung up.
It wasn't much to go on but I hoped I might find something. I lifted out a couple of bags of garbage until I found a plastic bag with a dress inside. One sniff confirmed the smell of sex so I took it back to my study where I carefully extracted it from the bag...
The shoulder straps were torn and the V-neck was ripped to the waist. The thigh slits were also torn to the waist. Dried semen was everywhere, mixed with a few drops of blood. I sat there in total shock, unbelieving of what I was seeing...
SHE'D DONE IT! After 20 years of marriage, she had taken a lover. Why in God's name would she do that? We loved each other and if she needed more sex, she knew I'd be only too happy to oblige... Maybe she was bored with me?
I wanted to shake her awake and beat the truth out of her but I could already hear her tearful excuses in my mind; 'It was a mistake' - 'It was only sex' - 'I never had another man except you' - 'I love you and will never do it again'...
Or worse; 'He's a better lover than you' - 'He's got a bigger dick' - 'He rang my chimes five times' - 'I want to do it again' - 'It won't affect us our marriage' - 'We'll still have our Sunday fuck' - etc. etc.
Round and round went my conjectured scenarios. Needless to say, I got very little sleep. In every one of my restless dreams, there was a cock in her, sometimes two or three... Sleep was impossible so I dressed and left early for work without a shave or shower. The unfaithful bitch stayed in bed, softly snoring. I wondered what her dreams were like, probably not like mine... or maybe they were!!
11:50 that morning, found me sitting in front of my PI's office, waiting for my noon appointment.
"Get anything?" I asked.
"Piece of cake," he grinned, "I got there early and for fifty bucks, the motel clerk confirmed their room number. It was an old motel and picking the lock was easy. I set up a hidden camera to cover each bed and got the goods on both of them."
I gave him a check and took the DVD back to my office, fully expecting my marriage to end before our twentieth anniversary the next day. I popped in the DVD and caught the two women having a conversation in the motel room.
"Did you do as I suggested?" Abby queried as she passed Carrie a drink.
"Yeah, we only have sex on Sundays," Carrie grinned, greedily gulping her drink, "So I surprised him last night with a fuckfest and rode his dick until he couldn't get it up anymore. Then I told him we'd have to skip a few days because I would be too sore."
"Well, you've got that part right," Abby chortled, "You WILL be sore after these guys are done with you."
"These guys? What the hell are you talking about? I thought we agreed I'd only do Kevin, your husband's brother."
"Only partly right, Roger and Kevin are brothers but Roger is not my husband. They're just two of my regular lovers. Even after I've had all three of them, I still have enough for my husband when I get home. Believe me, you will too. This will really ratchet up your love life, and the best part is, you can always come back for more... Here, have another drink to calm down."
"NO..." Carrie protested, finishing her second drink in one gulp, "This is NOT what I wanted, Abby. I told you before, I only wanted to try ONE other man, ONCE in my life. I'm not looking for a gangbang or an affair..."
"One, two, or three cocks, what's the difference?" Abby shot back, "Besides, just think how much you're going to enjoy the variety... Chuck will be joining us after awhile and you're gonna love him, that man is really hung..."
"No fucking way... You don't understand, Abby, I've been monogamous all of my life..."
"All the more reason to get some strange cock," Abby laughed, shucking her clothing and revealing her somewhat chubby body, "C'mon, get undressed, do you want me to lick your pussy to get you started?"
"I'm NOT a GODDAMN LEZZIE," Carrie shouted, "This whole thing is a horrible mistake. I'm getting the hell out of here..."
Before she could get to the door, two men came in. One wrapped his arms around Carrie and planted a sloppy kiss on her mouth as he stuck his hand up the back of her skirt, "Hmmm... nice buns and no panties either... glad you've come prepared..."
"No, I've changed my mind," Carrie tried to push him away.
"That's OK, honey, we won't hurt you but we should give you a little pleasure before you leave," coaxed the smooth bastard as he steered her towards the bed where Abby and Kevin pulled her down and tore open the top of her dress. They began biting and sucking her braless tits.
Roger ripped the sides of Carrie's tight dress and spread her legs. He licked her coochie, then shoved two fingers into her cunt and began massaging her g-spot. The stimulation from the three of them began to arouse Carrie. She moaned and began bucking her hips. I knew from personal experience, she wouldn't be able to take that for very long and she didn't... She suddenly yelped as her head snapped back as she squirted all over Roger's face.
The fluid must have stung his eyes, "Goddamn bitch, I'll teach you to piss all over me," Roger howled as he rammed his fist into her cunt.
Her eyes bugged out, "No, please, Roger," Carrie gasped in pain, "That hurts..."
