When the e-mail came across my computer, my heart sank at least 50 feet. Another pep talk pat on the back, then a "bend over boys to take it up the ass." Another waste of time and energy.
When I told the wife that night, she seemed resigned to the fact and prepared to pack a bag for me. I had a week to sulk in, but Cindy did her best at trying to cheer me up by saying that it wasn't going to be as bad as think it would be. Relax.
That was going to be hard because two days after I told her about the trip, for a week, I overheard her speaking to someone on her cell, saying,
"He'll be gone for six days. I'll take the kids to my mother's, so we can plan to have that getaway we've been talking about."
What! She is fucking someone behind my back. Is she planning a week loge fuckathon when I am gone? "The bitch," is what came immediately to my mind, that whore getting strange cock behind my back. The thought of her having an affair made me sick, but it pissed me off more. I decided not to confront her until I had definitive proof, and I didn't want our kids seeing mommy and daddy fighting. So I hired a PI to tail her and get the straight skinny on the slut, then I would divorce her.
When I thought that I had been faithful to that woman for nearly ten years, we shared three kids and a mortgage plus two car payments; this is how she repays me for loyalty. Those thoughts made me even sicker and angrier.
"Bill, we need to talk," she said; o shit, here it comes.
We were lying in bed with her on her side, me on mine, and ample space between.
"Bill, I've got something to tell you. Please hear me out, will you?"
"Okay, sure, what is it."
"You knew I was bi-sexual when I agreed to accept your marriage proposal. At that time, you agreed to my having a girlfriend. Recall?"
"Yes, I recall."
"I haven't had a girlfriend in a few years, and I thought that my feeling for desiring sex with girls had passed. That was until I had lunch with Stacy Morgan two months ago."
"The Morgans from down the street?"
"Yes, Henry and Stacy. We had a few glasses of wine, and our eyes met, and our hands touched. The next thing I knew, we were in her bed, and my head was between her legs lapping up her nectar, and she reciprocated. I am sure you can fill in the blanks. Honey, it was just sex, an afternoon's entertainment. You still have my love, dear."
She looked at me, trying to size up my reaction. I knew she liked loving other girls occasionally, and I had agreed to accept it before marriage. For the past few years, they had been only one-night stands; she had not had a lesbian lover until this Stacy Morgan affair. So I was stoic bout it, and Cindy, my wife, saw I was stoic before she continued.
"Baby, we have become lovers. At least twice a week, when the kids have been at school, we fuck for a couple of hours. We both enjoy it and want to keep making love, and we will continue for the foreseeable future. But I do not want my family to break up or lose my husband. Bill, honey, do you permit me to love her?"
"I agreed to accept your penchant for women when we agreed to marry, so I give you my permission to eat Stacy and vice versa; PROVIDED, as look it will not put our children at risk. They cannot know until they are of age?"
Yes, the children's welfare is precious to both of us."
"Okay. That also means, Cindy, that Stacy will not set foot in this house. "I'll not tolerate any of this Aunt Stacy bullshit. They will address her at all times as Mrs. Morgan."
"Okay, honey, we'll do that."
"Finally, this is not a license for you to go out fuck guys behind my back. I love you with all my heart, but if you betray me with another man, it is over between us, and I'll do my best to get custody of the children."
"I understand."
"That includes that arrogant sonofabitch, Henry Morgan."
"He's that last man on earth I would have sex with, Bill. The terrible things he's done to his wife, Stacy. Bill, be rest assured that you are the only man I want to have sex with and whose children I want to bear," Cindy responded.
"So can I have a fuckbuddy?"
"Yes, Bill, you can have a fuckbuddy, but I want to have a girl-girl conversation with her first."
"How about next week? If a gal likes me, am I allowed to fuck her?"
"You can fuck her; you've my permission. Just don't get her pregnant. Any little Bill's or Billie's running around better be mine. Do YOU get it?"
"Yes, ma'am, understood."
Then I said,
"Cindy, while I am away, why don't you and Stacy plan some girl time? I am sure either grandmother would be happy to spoil them for a week."
"We may just do that; thank you, my love."
"Right now, though, I am going to give you some love just to remind you whose wife you are."
After pulling her to me, I sent my hand under her nightgown and then under the elastic of her panties, going down until I felt her smooth camel toe.
"You have a filthy mind," Cindy said, "Tanking advantage of a helpless woman."
"The helpless woman in bed with me likes what I plan to do to her."
"Pervert. Before you ravage me, wait just a second."
She raised her hips and slid her panties off, depositing them on the floor. Then she sat up to pull her nightgown off, and it joined the panties on the floor. A drop of milk appeared on each of her nipples because she was still nursing our two-year-old daughter. Like my baby girl, I fastened my mouth to each and began to suck.
"O thank you, honey, they were so full, and I needed a milking. I am so wet."
I positioned myself so she could rub my cock, which was rock hard, along her slit, finding that she was very wet. After taking suck out more milk, I ask,
"Where would my lady like to be stuffed?"
"Yes, put it in my kitty. I love your cock inside."
After spreading her legs to access her temple of love, she locked her legs behind me, and we began to make a baby. My cock was sliding in and out of her. She emitted one groan after another as my ram thrust deep into her.
"Bill, do not fall in love with that other woman when you have sex together. Please, I need your love."
"I'll try, but she might have a tighter pussy."
"My pussy is still tight, isn't it?"
"Yes baby, it is tight, and you have all the other girl gear I love. But it is your personality that has captured my heart. There is no other woman in the universe like you."
The moans resumed, and the bed creaked,
"Honey, I am going to have an orgasm very soon. Fast and harder."
Within minutes she arched her back, pulled me closer into her pussy, and dug her nails into my back, then shocked. After she woke our first baby, she didn't scream anymore. When she with an orgasm scream, she would relieve herself in other ways.
I grunted and groaned, then fired three strings of baby bills into her hot pussy.
After dismounting, we kissed in the afterglow of love; I was holding my naked wife close to me when she looked up at me and said,
"Honey, what do you think of conceiving another baby?"
"We agreed to three before we married, but now you ask me for a fourth child. I am not opposed to the idea, but I do not want it born before Emma gets to be three years old. Yes, Cindy, I like the idea."
"Okay, when these birth control pills are finished, I won't get a refill."
We went back for round two, where she had two orgasms, and I filled her womb with swimmers.
We had sex again in the morning before I went to work.
I got a message on my phone from my wife,
"Stacy loves licking out your cum, my love; we've made her day."
***********
Mrs. Monre, the District Sales Manager, and my immediate supervisor called me into her office at 10.
Mrs. Monroe was a lady in her mid-forties. She was average-looking and a little plump, making her figure very curvy. She had brown eyes and brown hair, her face was neither ugly nor attractive, but she always dressed very stylishly, and the best feature was her legs. Though she was a mature woman, she could wear a short skirt and not look ridiculous. Her next best feature was the endowment that jutted out of her chest.
But at times, she could be used to define the word "bitch."
"You wished to see me, ma'am?"
"Yes, I do, William. Please shut the door, then have a seat."
After I sat in front of her, she began,
"The Sales Meeting will be held very close to our location. So, to save money, I decided that we would drive in pairs to the meeting. You will be riding with me."
"Okay."
"I will pick you up Saturday afternoon just after twelve. Is that acceptable?"
"Sure, but Emma will not like you very much."
"Who is Emma? Your wife?"
"No, she is my twenty-sixth month-old daughter."
"Fortunately for me, she will not recall me being a meanie by taking her dada away when she becomes a big girl."
When Saturday arrived, Nancy, Mrs. Monroe, pulled up in her company car. After loading my stuff in, we take off. My kids ran out to return goodbye, followed by their mother. Emma is frying her eyes out and shaking her hand. Bill Jr. is doing his best to act like a man but failing at it, as one would expect for a nine-year-old. Seven-year-old sister, Sybil, is not crying, but tears are running down her face nonetheless.
"Okay, guys, I'll be back in a week. Obey your mother and grandmothers. I will find out if you don't. Goodbye, Baby," kissing her and pulling her as close as I dare without getting a rebuke.
Emma began to cry, but my boss had Milky Way bars for all three, which she gave to their mother. That quieted my little princess.
I got in the car, and off we went.
Nancy was wearing a tank top that exposed the top of her cleavage and tan shorts that looked like they were painted on. I did my best but couldn't keep my eyes off her. I was getting a stiff cock looking at the relaxed version of my boss. My cock was getting harder looking at those long shapely legs following them from the sandals to her groin.
"I notice that you like what you see, Bill."
"Yes, Nancy, you've great legs and a magnificent bosom."
"It has been a long time since a man has looked at me and has gotten a hard-on because of me. Would you lay with me if given a chance?"
"Yes, I'd make love to you."
"You would fuck me?"
"Yes, it would be my pleasure."
"What about your wife?"
"I let her have a lesbian over, and she allows me to have sex with another woman."
"Mmm, I see. We'd have to keep this secret and be discreet if we went through that."
"Yes, the non-fraternization policy."
The car had a bench seat, so it was easy for me to move over and place my hand on her thigh. She said nothing. So I moved my hand up to the edge of her shorts. Nancy squirmed and sighed.
"We'd better stop before I drive us off the road."
"Yes, I agree."
That is when I get a text message from my wife.
"The kids are at your mom's."
"Stacy is with me."
