Who Wasnt Fucking Carol Part One

Who wasn't fucking Carol? Part one.

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Author's Note this story touches on anal and oral sex, infidelity and gaslighting. Have a great read.

I've been a flight attendant for a Dallas, Texas based airline and fly from Seattle (SeaTac) to Boise, Idaho, then onto to San Francisco International. I will fly three times a week, with that combination and once a month another leg into either Phoenix or Los Angeles. Over the course of a month I will have three to four layovers.

My name is Ophelia, my husband Tim calls me Fee. I'm forty seven and we live in Seattle in the Ballard district in Tim's grandparent's home that he was gifted in high school when they both passed within weeks of each other which is touching if you think about it. My kids say I'm a MILF.

I'm five foot three and my titties never got small after five kids and some of our black flight attendants say I've got a black booty with blond hair. Tim did get me some surgery on my titties to tighten them up, reduction surgery, still DD-cups.

Tim runs a consulting company that I don't really understand what it or he does except that he helps them turn around companies when they can't make money, he has accountants and a small staff and they're all lovely people and we throw parties at our big old craftsman home in Ballard in the summer and Christmas of course.

We have three boys (Tim Jr., Steve, Joe) and three girls (Kathy, Trid and Rosie), we attend St. Alphonsus in Ballard. They're all in their twenties Steve and Joe and Trid and Rosie are identical twins. I was eighteen when Tim Jr. was born, my senior year, I dropped out of school my senior year and got married.

Then it was twins two years in a row and Kathy when I was twenty two. Done, I was barely a woman age wise, my tits were saggy, distended from nursing for five straight years. Tim Senior my husband would suck on them while his long bent dick hammered me into oblivion. I came onto his dick when it was in for five minutes let alone a half an hour.

My dad hated Tim with a passion that was white hot for impregnating me at a party and then paying for this big Catholic wedding when I was in my third trimester, big as a house waddling down the aisle first on my dad's arm and then Tim's back the other way.

We honeymooned in Tim's house as it was ready for us to live there, the furniture was older, but there were dishes and stuff.

Tim's parent's were also Catholic, same parish and his mom called me slutzilla and in the first five years our two dads got in fist fights several times a year. They had gone to high school and had been best friends. Finally though they all loved their grandkids and things settled down.

I stopped having babies after Kathy when my mom suggested that I not allow Tim into my cunt again and introduced him to the joys of anal and oral sex. I practiced on long vibrators, carrots, English cucumbers. I told Tim my hoohah was very sore after the delivery, which was bullshit as Kathy could have weighed twenty five pounds and been thirty inches as she slid out of there like Willie McGee sliding into second. It was like a Wild Waves moment as she slid into the nurse's hands as the doctor could not get there fast enough.

Well I practiced and finally lied to Tim and told him I couldn't have kids any more and said I loved him and then said, there were ways to express our love. Tim's dick is thick, really thick and seven inches or so and that first time in my poop chute I screamed like a banshee and then I didn't and I could not get enough, twice a night seven days a week. I started wearing Depends, because I'd fart and globs of shit and cum would come out.

I lied again to Tim and told him that my doctor said that me shitting my panties was not good and that we needed to take a break. I waited a week and I tightened up. But I kept wearing Depends. I felt bad for Tim, but he was insatiable. I'd never given him a blow job, but I'd heard my mom and dad as my bedroom was right next door.

There was a mom, Carol at St. Alphonsus who was married to Bob and we both had five kids and she was five years older than me and we were in charge of coordinating coffee hour on Sunday and Wednesday Masses. One Wednesday during the mass we were filling up coffee urns with ground coffee from cans and adding water and I said, "Carol, can I ask you something really embarrassing?"

I said, "I can't have kids anymore, so to satisfy, Tim I let him go back door and now I have to wear depends. I've never given Tim oral sex and I don't know who to ask and how and your Chuck looks plenty big, oh shit I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that, forgive me."

I looked at her and she was holding her tummy and had her fist in her mouth, laughing so hard.

"What'd I say?"

She said, "Oh God I needed that."

She went on, "Did you know who Billy Joel is, the singer, "she raised her eyebrows in question.

I shook my head no.

"You won't breathe a word of this to anyone, promise? Pinky swear?"

We locked little fingers, I noticed she had gorgeous nails.

"Well Billy Joel, who's Jewish by the way, and an incredible singer, I'd do him in a heartbeat, sang a song about Catholic girls it was my mom's favorite, so my senior year we all decided to fuck anyone that winked at us, boys, teachers, men and women. Well I wanted to be a virgin when I got married, technically, so between the age of eighteen and twenty three which is mostly six years, I sucked off countless men and boys, what straight priests there were in our parish, my step dad, his brothers, firemen at my bachelorette party."

"I don't think up until our honeymoon I'd gone without jizz in my mouth for over two thousand days. I used to keep a journal."

"I know you're saying bullshit, but in all honesty my doctor said she'd tell my mom if I didn't stop she'd tell my mom as I had had Chlamydia three times and Gonorrhea twice. I said I would as she gave me this painful shot in my ass, the dosage in pills was not strong enough. Two weeks later, I got another blood test and I was clean and I had this robe on, you know the paper things and she put my feet up in the stirrups and said she needed to check for scarring."

She went on and said, "I told her I was a virgin. She scoffed at me and I'd never shaved down there and it looked the Amazon Jungle if it had red bushes. She rubbed my labia and I groaned and she didn't stop, then she spit on my slit and touched my bean, whose existence till that moment I was unaware of and touched off the biggest orgasm to that point in my life. Before that I pulled on my nipples and squeezed my thighs around a pillow. It turns out she was bisexual."

When she looked me I was leaning towards her and whispered to her, "that was so

fucking hot."

Our friendship grew and she taught me how to suck dick and eat her pussy. She had some "friends" from her premarital days that she introduced me too, which made it easy when Tim had gone almost a month as a monk, other than when he jerked off in the shower and I stepped in it while I was showering...ewww.

I had given at that point close to forty blow jobs, including being face fucked a dozen times, which I loved. I had an epiphany as I went to the drug store to pick up some tooth paste and I wondered why hadn't I just gone on the pill. I knew in my head it was because the church was against birth control and everything else in the world that was good for women.

Officially, I was a cheating slut and I had gone to confession on Saturdays and now was serving penance for admitting to giving thirty five blow jobs as of last Saturday, but had five more since then.

Our priest, who Tim says is queer as a three dollar bill, pride is cool right which I believe, I just don't want my boys learning how to take his dick at the age of ten or so. Pedophiles are bad. He wanted ME to have sexual counselling with him, for fuck's sake.

Here I am St. Slutzilla of the immaculate mouth, but maybe he's sucked more dick than me and I might learn something.

I called Carol and asked if I could come over, she sounded harried and said park in the alley, the back door is unlocked.

It was a ten block drive. I parked and opened the door quietly, I could hear Carol in the midst of an orgasm, then a deep voice said, "You live for nigger dick don't you bitch."

I tip toed in and could see in her bedroom and she was fucking three ginormous black men. Her ass was full and literally she had two dicks that were in her cunt as she bit this pillow.

I got so wet, but this was one line I would not cross and quietly walked back through the kitchen and went to Nielsen's Bakery on twenty fourth. I bought three apple fritters, two Bismarks (raspberry filled donuts) two cream Danishes, plus three coffees.

I drove down twenty fourth and turned left on Market and right on fifteenth and then in five minutes left on Dravus street and drove by St. Margaret's and up the hill and went by St. Anne's on Second West and parked at this gorgeous park on highland drive that looked out over Elliot Bay. I ate my doughnuts and drank the coffee and I felt as if I was staring down into an abys.

I wasn't sure what I believed right now, but fucking three men, meant the end of my marriage and probably my family. I was an idiot for going this far, Carol would probably tell Tim anyway.

I called Tim at work and he picked up on the first ring and he said, "Hey baby."

Tears ran from my face, "Hi honey, how's my man?"

"Doing fine, the couple of cases we've got going on are wrapping up."

I said, "Baby, how about tuna noodle casserole with potato chips on top with frozen peas. Oh and garlic bread and sliced tomatoes?"

"Honey my goodness, our first dinner! Is everything okay?"

"Timmy, just perfect! I was thinking about what you said about the queer priest and I was wondering about going to St. Anne's on Queen Anne Hill, there's a school there K through eight. We should go this Sunday and check it out. What do you think?"

He said, "That's an incredible idea. Let's go for sure. I got to run to a meeting, thanks for calling honey, I love you."

"Me too, babes!"

I sat there and wept and wept for ten minutes. I rolled down my window and the breeze rolled up from the bay some five miles away cleansing me. I found a rosary at the bottom of my bag and counted off ten Hail Marys and ten Our Fathers. I know people if they could hear me would think I was nuts, but we'd been doing this for thousands of years now and to quote my dad's favorite singer Paul Simon, "Who am I to blow against the wind."

Carol called me and said, "Girl I thought you were coming over? I wanted you to meet some of my friends."

It was time for truth. "Carol I did come over and watched you from the kitchen for a few minutes. Then I left quietly and honestly I knew it was not for me and thought I'd probably already lost my husband and I was cheating on him. I can't do that. If I lost Tim and my kids, because I was a skank I'd kill myself."

She said, "Just try it with me, I'm a hot wife and have been for a year and those were three of my bulls. I have nine bulls now, you've actually blown two of them. You'll love it."

"What about Bob?"

She said, "Well I told him that I'd cuckolded him and what that meant, about three months ago. It seems he knew and the divorce will be final in ninety days and he and our kids moved to Los Angeles where his parents are. It's better for everyone."

"Carol, please listen, I have no interest in that world. I love you and will miss you, but this is our last phone call. Don't come to my house. I cannot risk losing my family, they're everything to me and without them I'm nothing."

She said, "Really, in a soft voice."

I said, "Really. Carol you're a beautiful kind woman. Marry one of these guys, start over. But good bye,"

I hung up and blocked her and prayed that she would not show up on my door step.

My phone seemed to be on fire as in hot, probably needed a newer version, but one more call to my doctor's office and the front desk picked up and I gave them my particulars, same insurance etc., address, phone primary insurance person, Tim etc.

Finally, I said, "Can you ask Dr. Andersen to prescribe the birth control patch for me?"

She said, "Sure, it will get to your Safeway pharmacy on Market street right?"

I said, "Perfect."

I headed there and plugged my phone into my charger which was part of the GMC Yukon and fed through the radio when I wanted to talk and drive. I said, "Siri call mom."

She picked up on the first ring. "Hi honey how are you?"

"Great actually headed to the pharmacy to get a new prescription."

"For what honey?"

"My doctor prescribed the birth control patch because Tim wore out my ass and I really, really miss making love to him."

I could hear her breath suck in, then she said, "Honey you should talk to Fr. Thomas, before you make such a decision?"

"Mom, " I said, " what does a gay priest who has sucked more dick than either of us and personally knows the joys of anal sex more than we do have to say about keeping my husband happy and holding on to my marriage?"

"Fee, "she screamed at me, "we don't believe in that!"

I said, quietly, "Mom I've listened to you suck Daddy's dick three nights a week and take his dick in your ass on Sunday and the Church says no to that too, yet you still suck his dick and judging by your moaning love it. You come on his dick in your ass too. Did you think I was asleep, just cause my lights were out, for God's sake?"

I could hear her breathing and finally she said, "I'm sorry you heard that, I feel terrible."

"You're the best mother and wife that I know about. So stop that. I have talked to our priest. Tim is very uncomfortable with him being around our kids. We are going to check out St. Anne's up on Queen Anne Hill this Sunday. Mom, I can't lose Tim, ever."

After the patch was implanted at my Doctor's office, we had monkey sex for a month it seemed.

We have a great life, St. Anne's was perfect and Tim's business thrived and by the time I was thirty I became a flight attendant. I started with an airline based in Alaska, then moved to the airline based out of Atlanta and Dallas both.

When Tim was forty four he had his annual physical, which he mentioned and I didn't think anything of it. Two days later, he called me and said, "Fee I have stage four prostate cancer, I am calling you from Northwest Hospital and I'm scheduled for surgery at four o'clock.

I jumped in the Yukon and put my phone in the dashboard holder and called the kids, then both sets of parents, our prayer tree at St. Anne's. I got to the hospital at three fifteen and he was in a pre-op room and I got there and he was intubated and his eyes were closed, but I could see tears cascading down his face.

I leaned in and kissed his cheeks and said, "I got you baby."

Tim opened his eyes and smiled. He said, "I was afraid I might not see you before and he stuttered briefly, before I went in. In our safety deposit box at the credit union there is my will and a description of the trusts I've set up so that you don't have to sell my company and you're protected if I don't make it."

I said, "You're not leaving me for a while, bucko. We'll all be waiting for you when you wake up, "

They removed his entire prostrate and then he had a year of radiation treatment, they put this egg thing in him for the radiation therapy. Tim was six foot three and weighed about two hundred pounds before the surgery and a year later he seemed shorter and he weighed one hundred and seventy pounds.

We were grand parents now. So in the morning Tim would push this wagon with two of our grandkids, Timothy the third and Roxanne and he got better, then he ran at the track at Ballard High School and built up to a mile, then he ran a five k and finally a ten k and he looked like he was thirty again and every time he ran we had a big family celebration.

He had gone back to work and was cancer free after a year. We celebrated by taking the family out for dinner at Lola a Greek restaurant in downtown Seattle and spent close to a thousand dollars. I thanked God in a prayer to start the dinner for keeping Tim with his parents, kids, grandkids and lastly me.

I broke down and wept

We had one small problem. Tim had ED (Erectile Disfunction). It would not get hard.

I licked his dick sucked on it, put his nut sack in my mouth and it would not get hard.

He loved how it felt and even could have an orgasm, but no ejaculation. I serviced him as often as he wanted. The blue pill did not work.

We both had gone back to regular work schedules and I had three to four layovers a week, sometimes San Francisco, Boise, Phoenix or Los Angeles. I had a locker at SeaTac. There was my travel bag with some underwear, two uniforms and three vibrators and a long flexible dildo that I could get in my ass and my cunt both.

Once I was in my room, I had room service or take out delivery, Boise had incredible Mexican food as did Phoenix, San Francisco had all kinds of Chinese and Los Angeles was everything from Korean to Lebanese, fusion stuff.

After I ate I watched porn and fucked my self silly. I was eclectic in my choices, lesbian massage parlors with big tit lesbians sometimes fisted by little, teeny masseuses. The first time I watched this I came and actually squirted.

Then one night I had passed out from coming on the vibrator and I woke up and it was still in me and I looked at the tv and these huge tit actresses would were fucking these black guys with huge dicks in the actress's cunt and mouth and ass as the wimp husband watched, the girl must have been in her early twenties and she came constantly on these dicks and I came all over that vibrator.

I looked at my phone and there were a slew of messages. I turned off the video.

The room phone was blinking.

I wasn't sure which city I was in, so I called the front desk. It was Phoenix.

The messages were from Tim, it was only eight thirty and I'd skipped dinner, I ordered a room service hamburger and sweet potato fries and a diet Dr. Pepper.

I called Tim and he picked up immediately. He said, "Thank God."

I said, "I just fell asleep, totally pooped I just ordered my dinner."

"Fee, he said, "Your mom passed, it was a brain aneurysm. No pain. Your dad went down for coffee with his buddies at Nielsen's. He thought she was asleep, but it had happened during the night. I'm so sorry."

I was crying, softly, "How's Daddy?"

"Honey, you need to get home, he's not doing well. I called your sisters and brothers and they're all on the way. When can you get home?"

"I should be able to get out, late tonight or in the morning, there's a process, let me get off the phone and call my scheduler. I'll update you soon as I know something."

There was an emergency number to the scheduler and I had bereavement benefits and it took me about ten minutes talking to her and I broke down during it twice.

There was a flight on an another airlines direct to Seattle leaving at eleven thirty and I was on it. This hotel was at the airport so I'd make it easy. The room service came.

I hate like a pig, took a shower and put on my uniform and packed the bag up and called Tim and said, "I'm flying the big U arriving three forty five. Home by fivish."

I settled my bill downstairs in the lobby and took the hotel limousine to the "U" check in which was about a six minute drive. I went to a restroom prior to the TSA screening since I was a passenger and threw away all the dildos and vibrators. I was going nuts thinking my mom was watching me earlier tonight.

It was nine fifteen, I went into a bar and got a double Negroni which is gin, Campari, sweet vermouth and an orange peel. At home I'll add fresh squeezed orange juice to it. The drink arrived and I asked for some water and nuts.