There it was. Damn it, I thought. She had broken our deal. We were both supposed to sacrifice something for our relationship for each other. That was the agreement. She was supposed to quit smoking, which was a harmful, expensive habit, yet there was the evidence, staring me in the face. There was the ashtray, out in the open, with a cigarette butt still releasing smoke. In return, I had agreed to monogamy, to swearing off all other partners. Did she not think that she'd get caught, or was she really that hooked on the cancer sticks, in spite of the alternatives?
Well, one thing was clear. The deal was off! She was gonna have to deal with me fucking around again, because she didn't keep her word, so I was released from mine! I was never inclined to monogamy, it was against my nature, but I had sacrificed my sexual freedom to try to get her to give up her slavery to nicotine. What did I get in return for that? Her betrayal! That bitch! I was doing this for her, for us! Yep, it was time to hit up one of my old booty calls and leave some "evidence" behind for her!
Oh, now, in case I have you totally confused or wondering, let me introduce myself. I'm Paul Wilkins, age 42, twice divorced, hard-drinking, hard-working, pagan as fuck, dye-in-the-wool lover of womankind (just not in love with their bitchy side, they can leave that at the door). No, I didn't marry this girl. I'd learned that lesson already. In fact, I was free of alimony only by the grace of my own cleverness in matchmaking both of my ex-wives with evidently happy new spouses (second wife turned out to be gay, so that was even easier than the first). I wasn't about to fall into that trap again.
I really didn't want to do monogamy again, either, but Jessamine Knight is an insanely jealous woman, or has been at times, and she offered to quit smoking if I agreed to a totally monogamous relationship. She was probably hoping for marriage someday, but she hadn't said that aloud, at least. Thank the Gods for that, at least (Eros and Aphrodite immediately come to mind). Monogamy was bad enough without adding the further shackles and indignities of the sinister institution of unholy matrimony (besides, I'm a heathen, so I don't do church). It was contrary to my nature, but I had made one last, futile attempt at it for her, and she couldn't even give up a habit that was going to kill her someday?
So, anyway, Jessie, as I called her, was going to have to face the new reality of our relationship, or else she would have to kiss my ass goodbye. She was a very sensual, very enjoyable lady overall, but I was tired of putting up with her jealous outbursts when she couldn't even keep to her end of the deal. She would have to put up or shut up now, wouldn't she? Oh, and if it turned out that she had been cheating AND smoking, well, that would be the mother of all "burn the bitch situations," wouldn't it?
Hands shaking between my nerves and my anger, I dialed Tricia, an ex-girlfriend who had been my primary lover, mistress, paramour, whatever, during my second marriage (especially once the sex had dried up for obvious reasons). She had promised me that if I ever wanted some action again, she was always available for it. I didn't know if she still meant it, but I was about to find out. We had only broken it off when I committed to the deal with Jessie, but since that deal was off the table, it was time to test Tricia's promise.
"Paul? Is that you?" I heard Tricia's lovely, sexy voice on the phone, full of anticipation and lust.
"Yep, that's me. How are you, babe?" I asked the sexy blonde that I hadn't spoken to in ages, trying to break the ice.
"A lot better now that I've heard from you. I'm tickled pink, honey. You want some booty?" Tricia got right to the point.
"Wow, you really cut to the chase, don't you? Look, I probably should have kept closer ties with you, but I was trying to be faithful to my girlfriend for once, given our deal. I knew that if I saw you, there was a pretty good chance that I'd be tempted to try and see if your promise still held. To say nothing of whether or not you might be married or dating or something yourself," I confessed.
"So, what's changed, then? I don't mind, honestly. I know what this means. It means that you didn't trust yourself to be faithful to your girlfriend around me, which means that I'm that fucking sexy to you, right? What if I am married? I am, in fact, but that's not an obstacle to getting some of this if you want it. You can still have it. I made a promise and I won't break it. Anytime that you want it, it's yours, any or all of my holes, in fact. One Paul Wilkins has every right to take what he wants and I'll never refuse him. Never!" Tricia admitted aloud that she was mine for the asking.
"Well, I mean, a woman who made me that kind of offer, who is that into me? That's super sexy, if you ask me. As to what's changed, well, I caught her smoking. Our deal required her to quit if I was going to be faithful to her, plain and simple. It's just how it is. So, now I'm released from the constraints of monogamy, legitimately, per the terms of our own pact. I see no reason to avoid taking you up on that offer, unless you have qualms about cheating on your husband, since I suppose that some might say that your wedding vows supersede your commitment to put out for me," I was brutally frank with Tricia.
"The wedding vows are no issue, because I let hubby know going in that I wasn't the faithful kind of bride. We never put the words 'forsaking all others' in our vows, because we both knew that it was a lie. To be honest, I made sure to weed out any jealous types from consideration. I wasn't about to marry, unless it was to a man who could let me keep my word. I wasn't going to renege on my promise to you, honey. I mean, really, if I wasn't going to let your marital status get in the way of some good, hard fucking, why should I let mine? I'd be the worst sort of hypocrite if I did," Tricia reassured me, "no, honey, you want some of this, come and get it!"
"That sounds fantastic ... your place or mine?" I gave her the choice.
"Mine, if that's okay with you. I don't want a vase to the head in case your girlfriend gets all jealous and angry with me. Herb, on the other hand, won't object at all, as long as I fuck him right afterward. His motive is the sloppy seconds. A creampie, but not eating it, believe it or not, just the squishy feeling in the twat after another man's just fucked me, or even other girls. I even gave him the gift of a freshly fucked woman for his bachelor party, in the form of my bridesmaid Denise, not to mention a buttered bun for the wedding night after I took on his best man, Joe.
"It was part of our understanding. He's allowed to fuck other women, but only if they've just been with another man, bareback, too. He's not allowed to use a condom and they can't have had the other man use one, either. That's how HE wanted the deal structured. It was his idea to limit his own extramarital fun to another man's leavings. He doesn't like to watch. He doesn't like to eat another man's cum. He just wants to sink his cock in after the fact. The more cum you leave behind, the better. And here's the real kicker, I'm super fertile right now, but he doesn't want me on the Pill! He wants some, how do we put it, uncertainty as to the paternity," Tricia giggled at that part.
"Oh, fuck, that is hot, to leave some extra lube for another man to use for fucking you, and to knowingly fuck another man's wife! I'll be right over, if that's okay with you! I'm quite eager to leave something behind for him!" I chuckled, eliciting a snicker from Tricia, too.
