Dad Was Right Bob Was a Dic

Dad Was Right Bob Was A Dick part one.

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Author's notes: These are my stories they cannot be used or sampled by anyone. This is a story of a man's striving at all costs for his career forgetting his wife and family.

We met during Bob's first year in college and it was my second. I was twenty and he was eighteen. My name is Marie Rodriguez Johnson I've been married to Bob for five years, I'm thirty three years old and we have two children, Anne is thirteen, and Adelaide (Addie) is ten. Bob dumped me before Addie was born.

My step mother had me on the implant, since I was eighteen early in my junior year. I was still bouncing back forth between Dad (Tom) and Zoey (new wife) and Mom (Ariana) and Jey's (Jeyisilan) homes. Dad and Zoey had got wind of Mom and Jey's lifestyle.

They were players deeply in the lifestyle (swingers) and it was not uncommon for there to be several women living around the house and laying in the sun, getting spa treatments, massages, waxes and working with trainers.

The holiday season during my Junior year I was in Switzerland and mom suggested I start working out with the trainer. For my running, The idea presented that if could enhance my flexibility and core strength I would run faster. Especially if core strength meant giving me a big ass to sprint with.

Henrik was blonde and tall and muscled, blond and so fucking hot and hard. I got way more flexible, I was five foot eleven with black hair and weighed one hundred and thirty five pounds. I was told by my friends I was a smoke show. It only took a few weeks and I could lock my ankles behind my head. He would push down on my thighs which strained when I was like that

Soon he was rubbing my crotch and he took me to school and took every cherry I had to give and he was perfectly big, long but not so thick and his wife gave me grad school knowledge, that is to say she turned me and I only slept with her and I burned for her when we were apart. I had moved out to live with Henrik and Elsa the day after Christmas and Mom texted me daily, but it was only six weeks later she figured out I was gone. Henrik fucked my brains out, but Elsa turned me about three quarters queer by making love to me constantly, there was sex, but it was tender and her tongue, well I dreamed of it. Elsa's sister Flora was mom's personal chef and she told mom that we had fallen in love and Henrik was fit to be tied. Elsa and I were soul mates.

By the time I was a junior Mom had received so much cosmetic surgery, especially a rhinoplasty, thinning and straitening her nose and her lips. She was pretty when she dumped dad, but now because of the breast and booty enhancements she was nearly unrecognizable, not bad, just someone else.

I missed a year of school when my mom dumped my dad, for this software guy, my eighth grade year. He had homes in Mumbai, Lake Lucerne, Redmond, Washington, near where he worked. His company had these challenger jet planes and we flew out of Boeing Field, instead of SeaTac.

They had lots of parties and mostly I was in my room playing games, and I ran a lot too. I thought running made me sane. Mom convinced me to get the rhinoplasty and some lip work, which straightened and thinned my nose. The lip work plumped up my lips, my mom embarrassed me by saying I had perfect dick sucking lips now.

When I returned home after the surgery my dad was apoplectic and went to court and had mom's parental rights revoked. I ghosted her on Instagram and she even was on Reddit on the r-bullypie pages. Where she had her huge rock on her fingers while all kinds of other men (not Jey) fucked her and left cream pies in her, hence the pie part of the address. Jey and mom were total pervs.

The after affects of my time with Henrik and Elsa was I was all over various lesbian dating apps and I had teachers, boys, dad's of boys. Oh, I was a cheerleader too. I did the whole squad, plus the basketball team.

Then Bob and I met, during his pledge week at the University of Washington and the new boys in his frat hooked up with new sorority cum dumps, I mean pledges. I was supposed to be supervising as the upper classmen and pledges dp'd our free use cum buckets.

Well to say Bob stood out, would be an understatement. He was very long and not so thick, just like Henrik except he was curved and quite a bit longer. Well stretched out sloppy cum dumps would start thrashing about when he was less than halfway into their stretched out swamp like coozes when their legs would wrap around his ass urging his so long dick to penetrate them and several would shout that they loved him and begged him to fertilize their womb. When the slut underneath him passed out I helped drag her over where there were a half dozen other incapacitated cum dumps on a double bed.

I was feeling crappy from a head cold and my doctor had me on antibiotics, but I felt it important to sample this boy and understand what was happening to our skeezy sleazebags.

Sliding onto the old, stained mattress on the floor, I watched Bob's bored countenance as that big piece of meat slid into my sopping wet cooze. Part way in he pushed through my cervix which fucking hurt something fierce and he was deep into my womb. Thanks to all the yoga and Henrik's flexibility work and power Pilates my cooze was gripping and milking Bob's perfectly curved hammer.

His eyes opened wide as my legs wrapped around his back and we stared into each other's eyes as he pile drove my ass through that filthy mattress, both of us grunting.

Instead of immediately cumming all over that so fucking wonderful dick, my immediate need was for my cunt to be its home and so we fucked.

The room filled up as the news got out. Boys and girls crowded around to watch the exhibition. Our sorority house mother, a divorced plumper took two of the freshmen boys into the bedroom next door and they could be heard shrieking as she power fucked them. It had been years, since that stale dried out cock sleave was wet. I thought I saw the boys the next week but they were wearing dresses and high heels as they moved to the Cross-dresser/Sissy frat house, which was unsanctioned.

All that said, Bob's nutsack started to pulse as it slapped against my rosebud and those huge balls drained into my womb, rope after rope of semen filled up my womb. I came like a freight train flying through a small town, shrieking and I heard myself say I love you and to my huge surprise Bob said, "You're the one."

Upon hearing that I whirled around and engulfed his beautiful dick, cleaning all my cooze-juice off that perfect pink fuck stick. Well in doing so I had straddled his face and he was eating my jizz filled cunt and lapping it all up. I was hesitant to ask later if he liked eating my cunt and he said it was his first and he couldn't believe I was so wet. That little oops aside, we power fucked some more.

Apparently the antibiotic messed up my implant and I was so pregnant. Bob professed love for me and our soon to be new child and we were married at the Episcopal Church on lower Queen Anne Hill on Roy street.

Eight months later we were blessed with our daughter Anne. Bob's dad paid for him to continue studying towards his undergraduate degree and ultimately his law degree. We actually lived in a little condo in West Seattle, which we loved the intimacy of the neighborhood in Fauntleroy just up from the Vashon ferry. Bob was a hardworking, loving husband as he worked all the overtime in his new law firm so he could make partner, which meant we had to borrow gobs of money from the firm, which would be paid back over the years.

Addie was born right in the middle of this and all the partner's wives doted on me and Anne and I would go to lunch at their mansions out in the Highlands north of Seattle. I drove an old Isuzu Trooper SUV that Dad had rebuilt for me. It was dark midnight blue and it had a five speed manual transmission and was pretty zippy. It actually was kind of cute and Mrs. Ringo asked if it was a new Range Rover, and as she was the partner in charge's wife, I was deluged with compliments. I acted dumb and said, "Daddy bought it for me, I don't know cars, really."

I was about eight months pregnant with Addie when Bob came home and told me that Friday night we were having dinner at Mr. and Mrs. Ringo's cottage in Broadmoor which was a gated community that existed to keep blacks and Jewish people out. Their charter had been amended, but there were just a few token families here and there.

Their "cottage" was a six bedroom home with a ballroom, an attached conservatory and there was a gate out of their back yard onto the golf club's tenth hole tee boxes. Mrs. Ringo asked me to lunch on Tuesday after Bob telling me and she picked me up in her Rolls Royce Phantom and first we went to Nordstrom's Chanel Boutique which had Haute Couture dresses. Models would come out and show the dresses, she picked for me this little black silk dress with thin straps. The model was without tits, while mine were big enough to feed all of Seattle. I thought they looked hideous, distended with thick blue veins, my nipples looked like the nob of a little league bat. My C-Cups were now big milk sacks GG-cups and leaking already.

As if that was not enough she had bought me seven inch stiletto stripper heels with platforms in front that were an inch thick. She informed me, "Mr. Ringo has taken a fancy to you and it will help Bob's career to go along. Don't tell Bob, of course, it's just between us girls."

She then took me to this Cuban sandwich place in Fremont and ordered me three sandwiches, with soft doughy bread, pork and ham, a white cheese, mustard and dill pickles and they were pressed down as they cooked. During my eighth month I'd eat raw donkey on a hot dog bun if there was mustard and ketchup, of course.

She said, "You know, Tommy and I own an old craftsman home on Queen Anne Hill, very convenient for Bob's commute, that we'd let you have for a song, tax reasons of course. Would you like to see it Marie, it's just up the hill?"

I shrugged, excited because the condo was cramped with Anne and soon Addie would be here. It was on Second Avenue West just north of Boston Street. It was a lovely home with wood siding along the bottom with shingles on the second story, dark tan with red trim. The chauffeur stopped the Rolls out front and he and Mrs. Ringo steadied me as we climbed the stairs. I could not see my feet even when I was striding forward my stomach stuck out so much. Once inside there was a lit fireplace in the front room and the kitchen was huge with range tops and two ovens a walk in fridge. A dining room that sat sixteen and five bedrooms.

The master had a lovely en suite with a bidet and huge shower. The bed was enormous. I said, Mrs. Ringo our whole condo would fit into this bedroom."

She touched my arm and said, "Please call me Jules, baby. We're so beyond that, think of us as Tommy and Jules."

I was so full of hormones and I started to cry, I didn't really have friends any more, sobbing really and Jules hugged me. She had a tissue and she licked it and started wiping my tears off my face and then she did it again and her nostrils flared and she was older, but still stunning and our noses touched and her eyes, went back and forth to mine and again our noses briefly, so softly touched and our lips were softly together, then our chests were together and her tongue touched my lips which caused them to open and her tongue was daintily touching my tongue and my teeth, then she nibbled on my lower lip, which caused my whole body to tremble and she was rubbing my arms. Her bejeweled hand cupped the back of my head and she kissed my neck and then licked my jawline.

I was loudly moaning as her gentle hands were everywhere, she unbuttoned my blouse and she mashed my udders and then her head dropped and she was sucking my distended nipple and I was lactating and she pinched the other nipple and I moaned so loud then my body shuddered through the first orgasm I'd had since the second month of my pregnancy, Bob had been real busy at work I guess.

Then her hand was inside my gusset and then were two fingers searching for and finding my g-spot and I laid back on bed and she gently banged me, while having her dessert of my milk. I came over and over again and I finally, totally tuckered out passed out or fell asleep.

I woke up as their was movement besides me. I turned my head towards the movement and Jules was on all fours and her chauffeur had gripped the fat rolls on her hip and was fucking hard. She was moaning and when his pelvis banged into her ass she'd grunt. She had a large orgasm and he kept on servicing her and finally he dropped a huge load in her cunt. She slowly collapsed on her bosom and belly and I was shocked to hear the chauffeur said, "Jules, I love you with all my heart."

Out of nowhere, I blurted, "I said, Jules, I've been alone for so long and Bob's forgotten about me, "and I cried for a bit, "but I agree, I love you Jules."

She had been so kind to me and this house for God's sake. Truth be known my Dad did not like Bob much, actually told me he thought he was an asshole and that I could do better and should do better and would be there to help me when the marriage crashed.

The chauffeur was hung like Seattle Slew and his tool was dripping as he pulled out of Jules. He left the room. Jules was smiling at me, just staring at me. I rolled over on my side then stood up and tottered over behind Jules and climbed up and buried my face in her sodden cunt and started lapping up the chauffeur's splooge mixed with Jule's cunt cream. I was not super urgent but finally I focused on her rosebud and the tip of my tongue opened her up and my fingers were inside her tight ass and I started slowly banging her and then I found her very long clit and gave her a baby hummer and she came hard.

I had this awareness, don't ask me how I knew but somehow all of this had to do with Bob and me and they were protecting one of us and making sure I was getting what I deserved.

Bob was busy all week long and Friday morning said that Mr. Ringo said that Mrs. Ringo would bring me to their cottage in Broadmoor and he would ride with Mr. Ringo.

Jules called me fifteen minutes later and said that Mr. Chauffeur would pick me up in thirty minutes as she wanted to help me get ready for the party. Carrying my dress and shoes I held his arm as I locked the door. Annie was at my dad's and Zoey was watching her.

When we arrived in Broadmoor, I was helped into the cottage and Jules and her husband were waiting for me. Nobody said anything, but they looked somber.

I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and called Zoey and said, "Hey Mom, it's Marie, I'm okay, but the dinner's been cancelled and could you have Dad come and get me, just go in the main gate and tell the guard you're picking your daughter up at the Ringo's, it's just a block away. Ten minutes is fine, "and I hung up.

I said, "Who is the process server?"

Mr. Ringo stood up and handed me an envelope and said, "Marie Johnson you've been served."

Jules snapped several photos.

I said, "So there were all kinds of photos taken up on Queen Anne hill right?"

She smiled and said, "Tom I told you she was sharp."

She smiled sadly at me, "Baby this is best, the offer on the house still stands, of course. Bob's a dick, he's been cheating on you for three years with his secretary and he is being transferred to Taipei to run an office there, which is where she is from and she's pregnant."

"So you kept on promoting him while you knew he was cheating on me in front of you? Do I have that right? I'm thinking there better be a really fat check for some thirty years of earnings and child support too. Pretty sure your knowledge of and condoning his illegal behavior might want you to rethink you're strategy of rat fucking this poor innocent wife.

Mr. Ringo said to me, "Marie, you're right, please give me the envelope."

I said, "Marie said I should call you Tommy, so Tommy I'm going to hold on to this and let my family attorney Avram Feinberg have a gander at this and if you think the offer should be augmented, then send me some augmentation."

The chauffeur was moving towards me presumably to take the envelope, when Daddy thumped him on the head with his M-1911 forty five pistol that he then racked a bullet into the chamber. Mr. chauffeur was on his face and I said, "Daddy you were right, Bob is a dick and these people are trying to rat fuck me and my kids. Bob's on his way to Taiwan with his pregnant wife to be, but if he was here I'd say shoot them all. They're bad people. I think the guy on the ground is awake now."

There was a zapping sound and that threat was dealt with. Out of spite Daddy was able to pull out some reinforcements and zapped Jules in her bounteous bosom and then Tommy in his dick.

End Dad was right bob was a dick part one.

Coming soon Dad was right bob was a dick part two when all of Marie's extended family begins to make sense and well Bob, Jules and Tommy get rat fucked.